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The Other Side
Searching for your Stephen, you find another, and he won’t let you go this time.
An entry for Day 4 of the exciting @sintember challenge!
Prompt: The Other Side, ft Sinister Dr Strange of the Marvel Cinematic Universe, Dr Strange in the Multiverse of Madness (2022).
Warnings: DUB-CON!, possessive behaviour, developing Stockholm Syndrome. 18+! [And I haven’t watched Dr Strange in so long, please pretend I know what I’m doing.]
You had lost Stephen and America, and you were now left in a crumbling world, a universe broken, with no way to get home. Based on the wrecked state of the world, you thought there wasn’t a Dr Strange here, that he had been defeated and his opponent left ruin. Though he wasn’t your Stephen, the thought still deeply upset you, that Stephen could be defeated, and maybe yours would be.
You push open the door of the Sanctum, you want to call out to him but you know there’s no point. The heavy door falls shut behind you. All the antiques and strange paintings and ornaments that once decorated the foyer have been shattered, some are deteriorating, and a dark mist floats through the cold temple, enveloping you, nearly strangling you, you feel.
Upstairs. You know you have to head to the Window of the Worlds.
You walk to the window, engraved with the Seal of Vishanti. It’s cracked, black lines not belong to the symbol run in all directions across the glass, that has a purple tint, nearly a faint violet glow. You want to touch it, when you hear your name whispered.
You spin, and there stands Stephen. Not your Stephen. This Stephen is… different: he looks older, streaks of grey paint his dark hair, with sunken eyes.
“Stephen!” you call, taking a step forward, “Or, Dr Strange, I need your help, please.”
“You’re here,” he murmurs, slowly walking towards you.
“I- I am,” you sputter, a little confused and off put by his trance-like demeanour, as his curious eyes never leave you, “I lost Stephen—my Stephen—and I need to get back.”
“I am your Stephen.” his voice is so low, so low you wouldn’t have heard it were you even a notch below the level of hyper-awareness he’s activated in you.
He steps into the light, and you gasp and take a step back. Visually, he’s not much different to the average person, but his eyes are dark, a familiar blue you once knew sealed up in an endless black; you can’t read them as he continues to walk towards you. You still.
He stops in front of you, and raises shaky hands to cup your face, his lips parted slightly as his foreign dark gaze analyses every inch of your face. His fingers are cold, ice cold, so cold they burn, like dry ice; you wince at the contact but he doesn’t seem to notice.
“No,” you whisper, “No, I’m not yours, and you’re not my…”
You raise your hands to gently grasp his wrists, and freeze when you see it. His fingertips are darkened, stained with a black so profound, so dangerous in sheer aura that you know what it’s from.
“Stephen?”
He’s been tampering with the Dark Hold, the book of sins so evil you barely know of it, just the name elicits chills; Stephen, your Stephen, barely discussed it, he never did until he found out about the Scarlet Witch’s use, and even still he said very little; you got the feeling that though his knowledge seemed limitless, he knew little here, and very deliberately he kept himself in the dark, because if he knew, he’d indulge.
And indulge he has, this sinister Stephen holding your face gently in his hands, as if these hands haven’t caused unfathomable destruction. You should have known—you knew—that Dr Strange could not be defeated. He wasn’t conquered, never could he be: he conquered.
“That’s me,” he smiles and reassures you. Though his eyes and fingers are stained, that boyish smile you know to be yours is the same as ever.
“What did you do?” is all you can muster in a shaky breath, a tear slipping down your cheek, he watches it fall.
“I did what was necessary, and you…” he strains his voice to prevent himself from choking on his words and he smooths a calloused finger over your skin, wiping away the single tear that had spilt, “You were gone.”
His eyes soften, and, despite the cold of his hands, they’re warm, his eyes, his body too, you notice, noting he’s much closer to you than you realised, and definitely too close for comfort. You don’t even know if you can call him insane, mad with power, and furthermore, you can’t tell what he meant by…
A cold hand snakes over your shoulder and his fingers grasps the back of your neck, pulling you towards him. When he kisses you, you stiffen, but, really, for barely a second, because his lips, they feel so familiar. This man is like your Stephen, you can feel it, but you see a different image; he’s like your Stephen if he had no self control, or even just a little less than he has now.
The thought hits you: you could never deny Stephen. Even if you could, say, by the grace of some higher power, even if you could walk away, Stephen always gets what he wants. There isn’t even a higher power you can turn to: there is no power higher than Stephen.
“You’ve come back to me.”
What can you even say? You’re sure he isn’t delusional, you’re sure he knows you’re not his, and you’re sure he doesn’t care. You nearly resign to your fate, but the thought burns you so hot you hurriedly blurt out,
“What happened to her?”
To you. Did he…?
He doesn’t answer, he stays gazing into your eyes, a sombre-looking but relieved smile on his face, like he’s reconciling the fact that he was wrong; he’s never wrong, but he never thought he would see you again. He simply repeats, “You’ve come back to me.”
“Stephen, no,” you state, firmly, yanking his hands off your face and holding his wrists down between you two. He seems mildly shocked, you’re sure he would have been able to overpower you if he you didn’t catch him slightly off guard. But no, you should know you could never be apart from him, whether you want to or not.
Magic ropes wrap around your wrists, tying a knot and pulling them close together, so tight you wouldn’t be surprised if they sliced your hands off. Stephen’s magic is golden, pure, this man—you don’t even want to call him Stephen—his magic is corrupt; purple, with black shadows swirling the violet pulses emitting from the shapes he draws.
You panic, forcing your head down to look at your bound wrists and then snapping your head back up to him. You open your mouth to speak, but all that comes out is a shrill little squeal as you’re lifted a few centimetres off the ground. The same purple and black vines wrap around your ankles, forcing them together.
You notice this is the first time you’ve been above him, floating just high enough for him to have to raise his chin to study you. You always thought this would give you some kind of dominance (fleeting and artificial as it may be), to be over him, but no, you never stood a fucking chance.
You barely struggle, afraid that if you shift around too much you’ll drop to the ground, so all you can do is be still as he circles you, examining you. Another thing; he doesn’t seem to just look at you, he studies you, like looking for flaws in a sculpture. What happens if he finds them?
“You know,” he finally speaks after several minutes of inspecting you, “All this…” he turns you towards the window. There’s a rift in the sky, with seemingly everything in it, everything in existence, it’s overwhelming, “I did for you, honey.”
He’s lying, he must be; though you can imagine yourself getting a little carried away now and then, in no universe could you ever see a version of yourself prepared to bring about mass destruction, the ends of literally infinite lives, no; you may be imperfect, but the collapse of an entire universe? He’s either lying or being intentionally ambiguous. Maybe he’s not lying, just misleading.
“You didn’t; you did it for her,” you half-lie; while it’s true he could only have done this for a different version of you, you doubt she would have authorised that, but you use her as sort of a scapegoat anyway.
He flicks his fingers and you spin to face him. He lowers you just enough so you’re at eye level, and despite your best efforts, you genuinely can not read his gaze; you can’t find any hint of what he may be feeling, it’s just a void, but it’s not, it’s not a void; you know there’s something there, something you’re missing.
You’re sure he’s going to say something, maybe continue his little game of pretending you’re his, but just as you anticipate the opening of his mouth, you violently spin again, this time towards the door, with a shriek. He walks in front you, and you follow behind, like you’re being pulled by a rope, like a dog on a leash who’s trying to play with something when the owner is fed up and wants to go home.
His bedroom door slams shut behind you and you’re lowered onto bed with a gentleness the human touch could never give, his magic softly laying you like you’re the most precious thing, and based on the look he’s giving you, you damn well might be.
Your soft rest hazes your mind for a moment, but you’re snapped back to the cold of the Sanctum when you feel him hover over you.
“I’ve missed you…” he whispers.
You don’t know when your pants came off, but you feel him run a practiced finger over your clothed slit. Oh, God, he feels exactly like your Stephen; the foreignness of his eyes and slight change in demeanour don’t seem to mean anything when he still feels exactly the same, it’s fucking with your mind.
You love your Stephen, more than anything, and you know this isn’t him. You try to push him off but when he slips a finger inside of you, you can’t help the shudder that vibrates through you.
Can I get Stockholm Syndrome so easy? you wonder to yourself, more berate yourself, as you try desperately to ignore the feeling of his fingers inside of you, moving in and out just the way you like, he knows what you like, he knows your body just the way Stephen does.
Because he is Stephen.
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Destined Part 1
Warnings for this chapter: None?
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I sighed as I heard a loud knock on my front door. Grabbing the bag of flour I made my way to the door assuming it was just my neighbor Marcy wanting some for baking again. The girl never seemed to have any and always came over for mine which I didn’t mind. I just started buying more when I would go to the store.
“Marcy hun you should really just-” I froze as I saw Strange on the other side of the door and a young girl stood next to him.
“y/n nice to see you.” He spoke. With a sigh I sat the flour down on the small table by the door before inviting them in.
“Tea?” I asked while making my way into the kitchen as they both followed after me. The young girl politely nodded her head and took a seat at the island along with Strange who sat a very old looking book down on the countertop.
It was silent for a minute. The only sound being me getting down three mugs and the teapot whistling on the stove.
I sat the tea in front of the two along with some sugar as I took to standing across from them.
“What do you need Strange?” My tone came out more bitter than I wanted it to but I couldn’t help it. After I left what remained of the Avengers I had hoped I would never have to see his face or any of theirs ever again. That's why I moved to Ohio so that I would be away from the never ending drama that is New York and to be close to my sister's grave.
“I- We need your help. This Is America Chavez. She’s able to travel the multiverse.” With those words I choked on my tea.
“The multiverse?” I questioned not trusting my ears to have heard the right thing.
“Yes. You know about it?” He asks as he and the girl, America, looked at each other.
“Vision often talked of his theories during movie nights” The word Vision seemed to make me scowl remembering how he got the life with the person I had loved. The person who was supposed to be my wife.
“You said Wanda said the same thing” This was the first time the girl had spoken and the way she said Wanda had made your whole body shiver. It was as if she was scared of the woman.
“You spoke to her?” I hadn’t heard anything of her since that night I left. I expected to at least see something about her on the news but she never came up.
“Yeah. She’s after me. She’s been sending these weird creatures after me to take my powers.” America explained as she fiddled with the mug.
“She has the dark hold y/n” The words caused me to stiffen. I had only heard of the dark hold a few times while I was studying with Strange but I knew it was nothing good. It was described as the book of the damned and anyone who touched it became corrupted. “I need your help in protecting America. Yours and Wanda’s magic are almost complete opposites. While hers is chaos magic while yours is Order magic.” The two shared another look as if they both knew something I didn’t.
I watched as Strange opened the book he had brought and flipped to a page. “With the help of the darkhold Wanda has become the Scarlet Witch. Everything anyone had ever known about her is written in this book like a prophecy.” I nodded as I listened to his words. “It also speaks of yours.” He slides the book over to me and setting my tea down I quickly read the page he had opened to.
The Scarlet Witch bringer of chaos and the White Fawn bringer of life and creation:
The Scarlet Witch is not born; she is forged. She has no coven or need for incantation. Her power exceeds that of the Sorcerer Supreme. It is her destiny to destroy the world.
The White Fawn is the opposite of the chaos bringer. She is born to counteract the actions of the Scarlet Witch. Her destiny is to heal the wounds, love, and calm the Chaos Witch.
My eyes scanned the page three more times before I slammed the book shut. I watched as America jumped in her seat and I sent her an apologetic smile as I slid the book back to Strange.
“That can’t be right or it can’t be me. Wanda does not love me. I will not let my destiny be what is written in some book. What is she even after in the multiverse?” My question seemed to keep Strange quiet for a moment before he spoke.
“You”
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Once Upon A(nother) Dream | Sinister Strange
Synopsis: The final part to Once Upon A Dream. You and Stephen dealt with the consequences of your action, or the lack there of.
Word count: 4.4K
Warnings: DARK CONTENTS !! angst, Stockholm syndrome, toxic relationship, manipulation, obsessive and possessive behavior, oral(female receiving), unprotected p in v sex (always wrap it before you tap it because consequence!), creampied, a brief moment of violence/blood/gore. MINORS DNI !! 18+ ONLY
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Once Upon A Dream
A breathless gasp slipped past your lips. Rough fingertips grazed and curled around the column of your neck. Sweat-slicked bodies moved in synchronization.
Another powerful push knocked the air right out of you. Morality dissolved into an incoherent cry as your release inched closer. Again.
Time was irrelevant. The perpetual grayness made it impossible to know whether it was morning or night if that mattered at all.
You were roused from your sleep earlier to his mouth on your aching core, slurping and licking gratuitously at your warm, velvety heat. He was enjoying you, indulging in your warm, sweet nectar as he fisted himself. He could have woken you up with his cock delved right inside of your heat, but he took pleasure in pleasing you instead.
It was the least he could do.
If your brain was sane enough, you would have rolled your eyes. After all, you were his captive—his prisoner. As much as you despised him for tricking you and abducting you from your world, you couldn’t deny the fact that in the back of your fucked up mind, you wanted him too.
Such a deranged thing to think of when you were held here against your will, but you knew yourself too well —loneliness always had its way with you.
Stephen pulled himself all the way out once again before he pushed himself all the way in. His hands slid to your shoulders, forcing you to meet his brutal thrusts. He was pounding into you hard at a relentless pace, sending your body closer and closer to that edge you craved so much. Every reentry sent your body reeling. Your mind couldn’t think of anything else except for the way he was driving his hard cock in and out of you.
Tears smeared your face. Lips parted with pleading words, begging him pathetically to not stop as your rapture drew near. He responded with a low grunt as he leaned forward with his mouth swallowing all of your cries.
With a few hard thrusts, your body strained and convulsed underneath him. Your second orgasm ripped right through you like a tidal wave crashing against the rocks, bathing you with a sense of euphoria.
Stephen continued to pound into you until he found his own too, filling you up till he was practically leaking out. He smiled satisfactorily at the way he had you spent and tired, and all filled up with nothing but him.
He carefully removed himself as he used his elbows to support his weight so that he wouldn’t crush you. His lips found yours again, kissing you so tenderly as if you were lovers. He looked at you once over before he rolled you over to lay right on top of him. Your body was still humming from the last two orgasms he just gave you.
The stillness in the room was almost deafening by the way both of you laid there quietly in the comfort of each other’s arms–a moment of unspoken peace, which soon changed once the self-loathing began to bubble up again.
How long can this go on? you wondered. How long will the consequence of his action catch up to him? You were after all the anomaly of his world. This place was already on the brink of tearing itself apart. what would it take for it to just end once and for all?
“I love you,” he said softly in that deep, velvety voice that cut through your train of thoughts.
Strange didn’t expect anything back from you when all he did was take from you. He was quite aware of his crime, but he wasn't ashamed of it. A lifetime of loneliness taught him that. His admission came from his heart, or whatever was left of what he believed to be love. Even if this was merely a fleeting moment among a lifetime of solitude, it was more than enough to make him feel something more than indignation.
Your chest twisted at the way he uttered the words out loud. A part of you wished you both were in different circumstances because those were the words you ever wanted to hear. But not like this, not when they were the price of your freedom.
“If you love me you wouldn’t keep me here,” you said softly back.
“It is the only way…plus, you were more than willing…”
“You tricked me.” You pull back slightly, but Strange held you there so you couldn’t see his expression.
“We were desperate for each other. I just did what you couldn’t do. You may deny it all you want, but deep in your heart, you know that I’m right.” It was the truth after all. “If there is any consolation, I will always be yours.”
“You don’t have much of a choice here, Stephen.”
You could feel his body shake slightly as he chuckled darkly. It wasn’t funny. He just found you ridiculous sometimes. After all that he had done for you, you still haven’t realized that these were all for you: tearing worlds apart, ripping reality into shreds just so that you and he can be together.
“I do have every choice. Your existence is endless across the multiverse, sweetheart.”
You bit your lips, trying to control your anger. A sudden wave of violent thought floated through your head at the idea of him replacing you with another you, who was probably more than willing to be with him. Something in you clicked and you reacted without any hesitation.
“Then have another me and take me back to my world!” You slapped his chest and tried to get off of him, but Stephen’s hand was around your wrist immediately and dragged you back to him.
“It’s quite flattering to have you act up like this but rest assured, you are the only one I ever wanted. Plus,” Strange lifted your left hand. A soft purple glow appeared on your skin. “We are bound for eternity, darling. Your life force is connected to mine, so even in death, you will always be mine.”
“Fuck you,” you gritted your teeth as you tried to yank your arm away from him but to no avail.
Strange flipped you over onto your back. You found yourself breathing quite heavily at his sudden roughness. A part of you wanted him to do more–toss you around the bed, turned you over, and fuck you face down.
You shuddered at the image of him driving his cock in and out of you while his hand pressed against the back of your head, pinning you there as he used you and showed you who’s in charge.
The thought made your pussy ache.
Strange looked at you with complacency. “Oh trust me, you did just that. We both know it too. You enjoyed fucking me as much as I enjoyed fucking you.” He cupped your chin firmly, forcing you to look at him. “I am not the only twisted one here, darling.”
You exhale shakily when you feel his hand ghosting over your aching pussy. He slowly rubbed your still sensitive clit with his fingers. You could feel your desire slowly envelop your body once more as the need to be taken by him ignited again.
His eyes darkened with lust, his lips were still swollen from your two previous sessions. His cock slowly sprung to life as it brushed against your stomach, making your throat go dry.
“You’re wet,” he said a-matter-factly. “You said you hate me, but clearly, your pussy wants me.”
“Fuck you,” you hissed which slowly melted into a low drawn-out moan when you felt him pushed in two fingers inside you. Your mouth hung agape as he began to move them in and out of you. A mixture of your breathless panting and the squelching sound of your pussy filled the quiet, stillness of the sanctum.
“And here I thought you were thoroughly fucked already.” Strange smirked as he watched you slowly losing yourself again under his touch. “Look at this—your pussy still wants me,” he purred as he slowly withdrew his two digits away from your dripping core before he pushed them back in. “You’re as greedy as ever, darling. Whatever shall I do with you?”
Words failed you when all of your nerves set ablaze. He was already knuckled deep inside you, yet here you were, too damn proud to admit that you in fact wanted him as much too. It was almost sickening the way your body simply surrendered to him this easily.
His mouth latched on to your perked nipple, licking it and gently nipping at it till you moaned out. Warmness flooded your body as you were trying to grasp onto whatever sanity left in you to just push him away.
His eyes were on you as he slowly licked over the taut bud, making it a show that only made you ache for more.
“Beg for me,” he commanded before he gently pressed his teeth down to your taut bud. You pressed your lips together, refusing to bring him that sort of satisfaction despite the delicious pain that he brought you.
“Such a stubborn girl,” he purred against your skin, sending the reverberation straight to your core. His thumb pressed firmly against your clit, fingers stopped moving altogether as he slowly sat up and stared down at you. “Fine. Be stubborn,” he said before he withdrew his fingers from your sopping pussy altogether and got up to his feet.
A loud whine escaped from you as you desperately grasped his hand. “Please fuck me,” you mumbled almost inaudibly.
“I cannot hear you, darling. What do you want from me?” he tilted his head, his hand slowly stroking his cock as he watched you with deliberation.
You bit your lips as you glared up at him. “Fuck me…Please.”
A knowing smirk etched upon his features as he knelt down on the mattress. Strange spread your legs widely as he settled himself between your thighs. The head of his cock nestled in between your glistening folds, but he made no move to push himself in.
He watched you reacting to his teasing, smirking at the way your brows drew together in pure frustration. Reaching between the two of you, he grasped his shaft and slowly rubbed the head up and down your folds, then pushed it till it brushed against your clit, gently tapping it enough that your body twitched beneath him.
You couldn’t take it anymore as you push your hips to meet him, wishing that he would just fuck you already. His nostrils flared as he felt your wetness coat the head of his cock. He was aching to fuck you as much as you were aching to be fucked him, and the fact that you were so unapologetic about it, made his desire spurred up even more.
Grasping his erection, he fitted right at your entrance. A smile quirked at the corner of his lips as he eased himself in. Inch by inch, he moaned and groaned deep within his chest, enjoying the way you slowly consumed him, enveloping him with nothing but your warm silky heat.
“Fuck…” you uttered out loud as your legs instinctively wrapped around his waist, hooking your ankles at his ass as he began to push. You could feel his muscles strained and corded from the movement. Strange planted his hands on either side of you as he pumped in and out of you vigorously, holding himself in the deepest possible position within you before he pulled himself all the way out in a tantalizing rhythm.
“Yes, please, please I’m so close,” you pleaded. He grunted as he sped up his thrusts, plunging and rocking against you. Your body began to flutter around him again. Stephen gritted his teeth as he felt your orgasm start to ripple through you, squeezing him so tightly that he could feel his own near as well.
His lips pulled back into a snarled, nostrils flared as he drove into you strenuously till spurts of his white, hot seme erupted from his body as he continued to delve into your warmness. All you could do was lay there. Your chest rose and fell as you watched him delve into you even if he spent the last drop inside of you.
Strange shuddered above you as he gave the last push and stayed there. His stillness almost scared you before he slowly withdrew himself from your heat and rolled onto his back. Once again, you were greeted by the sound of your panting and heavy breathing. Your body was aching at that point. So tired and spent from the moment you woke up that you found yourself drifting back into another sleep.
Time was insignificant here. The everlasting coldness and the isolation from the rest of humanity made it feel dreadful when there was no moon or sun to guide you. You had no concept of how long you have been here, and Strange refused to tell you, which frustrated you even more. One thing that was certain though was the routine between you and Strange. If you two weren’t too busy arguing, you were fucking each other till one of you passed out.
Your emotions ran higher than usual and you were more irritable at Strange. Sometimes you were crying at the slightest thing, which worried him greatly. As knowledgeable as he was in the mystic arts, no amount of research prepared him for this sort of onslaught of emotions.
One evening you found yourself rushing out of the dimly lit dining room at the smell of the food that was offered to you. You weren’t aware of it at first, but Stephen was standing right outside of the bathroom, watching you worriedly.
“Are you alright?”
You wiped your face with some water before turning and nodded, though your stomach was still feeling quite uneasy. “Just the smell…it made me nauseous,” you mumbled as you walked past him. “What the hell did you put in the food?”
With hands behind his back, Strange looked at you inquisitively. His dark brows pulled slightly together. “Not more than the usual amount of salt and pepper…”
“Oh…” you frowned.
Strange’s hand was on you, palm pressing flatly against your stomach.
“What are you–”
A faint purple light radiated under his palm. He suddenly withdrew his hand from you as if you had burned him. You wanted to ask him what he was doing, but when you looked up, you realized something was wrong.
“Stephen…” You were careful with your tone as you slowly reached out to him, but Stephen jerked away in a startle. You watch his eyes well up as a single drop of tear rolled down his cheek. He was looking at you then at his shaky palm before he covered his face and began to sob in it.
You were too stunned to speak when you witnessed such emotion pouring right out of him for the very first time. You have always thought that he was callused and cold, but now watching him slowly breaking down awakened something within you.
“Stephen…” you called out to him again. “What’s wrong?”
It took him a moment to finally compose himself as the realization slowly set in. The next word he spoke though, made your stomach flip.
“You’re pregnant,” he was finally able to speak, but even then his voice cracked.
The word pregnant hasn’t quite registered with you properly as you sat there staring at him. Your initial thought was how, but you remembered that you and Strange were fucking like dogs in heat since you got here, and to be quite frank, you haven't been safe while doing so either. To add insult to your injury, the lack of sense of time made it difficult to track your period.
“I–,” you couldn’t find any words to say. Your hand instinctively clutched your stomach before looking up at his tears and brimming eyes. “What do I do?”
Strange’s eyes softened when he heard the tremor in your voice, and for the first time since you’ve been here, you have noticed the blue in his eyes as he knelt down in front of you. You once remembered how beautiful they were by the way they changed colors under different lights. Somehow this made you yearn to be touched by him.
Stephen took your hand in his and pressed your palm against his lips. The tenderness made you teared up. You weren’t supposed to feel anything for him, but for that instance, his vulnerability melted the ice in your heart, and you caved in.
“What do you want to do?”
The question surprised you. For a man that abducted you here to ask for your opinion was almost laughable.
“Clearly you want me to keep it.”
“Well, yes…it is mine after all, but…it is not about me now, is it? You are its mother…if you have no desire to be one right now, I won’t force you to do it.”
You let out an uncomfortable laugh suddenly. “Oh, that’s very rich coming from you.”
Stephen frowned at the way you responded. He was used to you cursing at him but not like this. He took a few deep breaths before he started. “My devotion is to you, and only you. Whatever you decide–whether to keep this or not, I’ll support you.”
You stared at him as more unknown emotion poured right out of you as you stared at him through your tears. “What–Are you–” you were practically heaving at this point as your lungs felt like it was being squeezed. “Are you suggesting that you can end this?”
Strange’s lips pressed into a thin line. As much as raising a child in the image of you and him was his dream, he had to accept that if you weren’t willing to carry it, there was no point. Plus, he was unsure what your pregnancy would be like in this fractured world. He has already lost you once, and his grief alone made him commit the most unthinkable acts. Losing you again would be unbearable.
He nodded, though you could clearly see his somber expression. You didn’t quite know what to say at this moment exactly.
“And if it happens again, what? Are you going to keep–” you stopped yourself as more tears began to form in the corner of your eyes.
“Whatever makes you happy,” he said softly.
“But is that going to make you happy?”
Stephen looked at you. He wanted to say no. He wanted to tell you that he was afraid of it as well. He wanted to tell you that the idea of it all hurt him dearly, but for a terrible man like him, happiness was unattainable. But instead, he asked you, “why does it matter?”
“Because I–” you stopped yourself suddenly, realizing the words you were about to say to him.
For that moment, you realized that through all of these tears and pain, you wanted him as much as he wanted you. Even if it was in a form of his twisted version of love, he was more than willing to give his heart to you, no matter how many times you have trampled it.
Your thought was interrupted though by the sound of the sanctum door groaning as the heavy wooden door opened lazily. Stephen’s expression changed completely as he got to his feet. Those once deep sapphire eyes slowly turned gray as the air around you thickened. You could clearly see a soft glow of purple enveloping your body.
“Stay here.”
Before you had time to ask, he had already disappeared behind the heavy wooden door.
You sat there waiting. And waited.
You didn’t know how long you sat there holding your breath and trying to listen for any signs. But Then the sanctum shook slightly and a loud screaming of another male voice came from the main hall. All of your thoughts went to him. Fear gnawing at your inside as you hug yourself.
Taking a few deep breaths to calm your nerves, you slowly made your way downstairs where all of the commotions came from. Dread filled you with every step you took. Many awful thoughts went through your head as you peeked behind the door.
Squinting through the haze, you could easily make out the soft purple glow of Strange’s magic. You noticed a body was strung up high above him. His third eyes opened, glaring at the person before him with a menace that chilled you to your bone. A cruel smile etched upon his features. Those once kind eyes that were looking at you with tears were no longer there. It was replaced with the face of a man filled with cruelty and sadism.
Tearing your gaze away, you found another body lying in a pool of blood….Your eyes then locked into a blank stare of a face laying beside the lifeless body. Bile began to rise up before you realized who it was.
“W-wong…” you managed to say out loud before you threw up.
Stephen’s head whipped in your direction. Anger filled him as he looked at you disapprovingly.
“What are you doing here?! Didn’t I say to stay put?!”
“What is happening?” you said in between sobs when your eyes drifted to find another Stephen Strang that was strung up with his limps spread apart.
“Y/N?! You weren’t supposed to be alive in this world…You used the Darkhold to bring her here, didn’t you?! No wonder this place is collapsing on itself!”
“Shut it!” Strange growled as his fingers slowly curled into a fist. A loud scream of agony emitted from the other man as his body strained. “You have no right–no right at all to take anything from me!”
“It’s not yours! Your abuse of power is what has been causing incursions across the multiverse! That damn thing needs to be destroyed before anyone else finds it!”
“If,” he said darkly before closing his palms. An agonizing cry ripped out of the other Strange’s mouth. A wet, cracking sound filled the silence as blood splattered and poured on the floor before you.
You watched, clearly stunned at the scene before you that your knees simply gave out. You didn’t know how long you were there or when Stephen had carried you back into the bedroom.
“What have you done?” was all you could manage to ask as another wave of nausea took over you.
“Protecting us,” he said simply.
“By killing?”
“I’ve done this many times before. It’s nothing new.”
Your stomach twisted into a knot at the way he was unhinged at his own action.
“It’s wrong, Stephen.”
“He was going to kill you anyway since you don’t belong in my world. I’m just stopping the inevitable from happening! Do you not see what I am trying to do here? I’m trying to keep you from dying!” He covered his head in his hands.
“Am I fated to die then?”
The question made him look up. Pain filled his expression. “I don’t know. I searched thousands of dreams before I brought you here. In some, we were happy together, and some…we lived without each other.”
“What about this one then? I’m not supposed to live on this one. Is this why this world is falling apart? By keeping me here, you are defiling the natural order, Stephen. It’s wrong!”
“Then let me be wrong! I don’t give a damn about anything anymore! I just want us to be together. Why can’t you see it?! We can be one happy family here,” he said, cupping your face in his hands. He looked almost on the edge of insanity. “I will destroy whoever dares to defy me and try to take you away from me. I’ll rip the worlds apart if I have to.”
You shuddered as you stared at him tears fell down your face before he pulled you into a kiss. Deep in your heart, you knew you were bound to him, mind and soul until both of you perished into nothingness.
And deep in your heart, you knew that he meant every word he said too.
Epilogue:
Earth-616
“Do you ever wonder what our lives would be like in another universe?” Wong asked with hands behind his back as he and Stephen walked across the courtyard of Kamar-Taj.
Spring had just begun as the smell of the flowers wafted in the air. The slight chill of the breeze made him shudder slightly,
“Hm, I really don’t think about it often enough,” Stephen chuckled softly. “Why are you asking all of a sudden?”
“Just a question of curiosity. You know, I do wonder if I’m still in charge here in another life.”
Stephen rolled his eyes. “Beat me. ”
“Do you think our dreams are just another view into our lives in another world?”
Stephen looked at Wong for a moment. If this was true, it made him wonder about his dream last night. It has been years since you were gone, and there wasn’t a day that he didn’t miss you. But what he saw last night felt more real than anything he has ever experienced before.
You and he were standing at the edge of the fractured world. Cold and gray, devoid of any life. Skulls and bones lay across the landscape. There was an air of longing and loneliness. The sanctum was slowly falling apart, closer to collapsing upon itself, yet he saw you smiling warmly directly at him as if he was the sun. Then he looked down to find you carrying a small bundle you held close in your arms.
It was blurry, but he remembered a small hand grasping at his finger, holding it there. It felt real, so real that when he woke up, he felt tears dampening his face.
If what Wong said was true, it made him wonder if that kind of world was possible–an existence that was closer to the brink of disintegration, yet a new life began on it. It was almost poetic.
“Y’know. I’ll get back to you on that one.”
A/N: I really didn’t plan to make this a two-parters because I’ve never thought about how this should end. I like to leave the ending to your interpretation, so maybe this won’t satisfy you, and maybe this will. How I see it, it’s kind of their own happy ending in a way, even if it’s a sad one.
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𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐲 | part one
summary: after absorbing america’s multiversal power, wanda sets out to find you and the twins, but what she finds isn’t what she expected.
warnings: violence, swearing, kidnapping
word count: 1473 (yeah, i got carried away)
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Finally, Wanda felt peaceful.
As she stepped through the star-shaped portal, peace filled her for the first time in a long time.
She was finally going to get what she fought so hard for.
Her family.
You, Billy and Tommy hadn’t left Wanda’s mind since she lost you. You three were a constant motivation running through her mind and she was determined not to let you go.
Not again.
When you first appeared in her dreams, Wanda was starstruck that you were real in another universe but full of envy for her alternate self. She was envious of how close you were with 838 Wanda, how you looked at her and she envied how 838 Wanda had you but she didn’t.
But that was all about to change.
Soon she was hit with the cold night air of the new reality and she made her way towards the familiar house.
⊹
You knew something was wrong with Wanda.
Even though it had been weeks since Wanda had mysteriously disappeared only to reappear hours later with blood splattered on her face, You couldn’t help but notice how out of it she seemed. She had assured you that nothing was wrong and that the reason behind her disoriented appearance was that she simply had fallen off of her bike while coming back home from a “late night cruise around the neighborhood”, you still didn’t believe her story. However, for the past few weeks, she seemed more stressed than usual, so you decided to leave it alone, at least for now.
It was around 9PM and Wanda had come down from putting the boys to sleep. After taking notice of how distressed Wanda was, you decided to surprise her with dinner when she came home from picking up the boys from school. She was surprised, to say the least, as she had forgotten that she gave you a house key but that fear was quickly replaced with heartfelt gratitude and adoration once she saw you.
“Tired?” You asked, although you already knew the answer.
She flopped onto the couch with a smIle. “Tired is an understatement”
You grin. "Well, at least," You grab two wine glasses from off the counter. "Today is over." You stroll over to the sofa and hand one of the glasses to her and sit down next to her.
Once you’re both comfortably cuddled up on the couch, she turns to you.
“I, uhm,” She starts, seemingly nervous. “I never got to thank you for dinner”
“It was no problem Wands,” She smiles at the nickname. “That’s what friends are for.”
Of course it is. Friends help each other. But Wanda didn’t feel like the platonic word fit your relationship. Ever since you helped her out of her grief all those years ago, she couldn’t help but feel drawn to you. You were there for her whenever she needed you and that didn’t go unnoticed. Plus you had voluntarily become such a prominent figure in her boys’ lives so it was impossible for her not to feel the way she did towards you.
However, she had no idea if you reciprocated those feelings. But unbeknownst to her, you do.
Wanda was there for you after your parents died, just as you were for her after her husband died. And she is just as much of a comfort to you as you are to her. But she was still grieving her husband and you were afraid that it was still too soon.
“Yeah,” Wanda looked down at the wine glass that was now a quarter full. “Friends.”
You furrowed your eyebrows as you concentrated on her dropped facial expression. “I mean that’s what we are, right? Friends?”
“Yeah, Yeah,” She answered quickly before looking back up at you. “Of course.”
You slowly nodded, as if you were trying to convince yourself of her words.
If you were just friends, why are your faces getting so close?
Before you knew it, the wine glasses in your hands were on the coffee table in front of you and all you could focus on was the woman sitting beside you, your noses millimeters apart. Despite the pleasantness of the moment, you couldn’t help but feel a strange darkness loom over the atmosphere, but you were adorned with Wanda to pay attention.
However before either of you could make a move, screams were heard from upstairs.
You and Wanda sprung from your seats almost immediately, running upstairs while yelling the boys' names. When you got upstairs, Wanda opened the door to Billy and Tommy’s bedroom, only to find two empty beds.
Fear spread onto your face at the realization that the twins weren’t in their rooms and quickly rushed out the door, Wanda following right behind you.
As you got closer and closer downstairs, however, you noticed something abnormal.
There was a portal of some sort and a woman with flowing red hair dressed in a red costume.
This made you stop abruptly, almost causing Wanda to run into you. However she didn’t have time to ask you what was wrong as she saw it.
She saw her.
When the woman looked up the two of you, you recognized her immediately. It was Wanda…only it wasn’t your Wanda.
“No…..” Your Wanda muttered, as if she too recognized the woman but for a completely different reason.
Billy and Tommy were trapped on the other side of the portal, calling out to you and their mother. But the woman or the Wanda standing in front of the glowing star portal had no intent on letting you save them.
“Let them go.” You demanded, without realizing you had stepped in front of your Wanda. The witchy woman in front of you appeared to notice how you instinctively protected the other Wanda and glared between the two of you for it.
“I’m sorry, Y/N,” She says, her voice was different, it was darker and tired. “But I can’t.”
Before you can question anything (and you have a lot of questions), your Wanda steps up. “Yes, you can. Let my children go and we can talk about this.”
You knew your Wanda wasn’t calm, even though she appeared to be. But you were confused as to why she wasn’t trying to hurt the woman that was holding her children hostage and it seems as though she was holding you back from doing so as well. There was definitely something going on that you’re missing.
“No,” The other Wanda said, darkly. “I don’t think we can.”
Before you could comprehend what was happening, the witchy Wanda conjured up red energy from her hands and pushed it towards the two of you. You both jump out of the way quick enough so that it didn’t hit you and you see your Wanda counter the witchy Wanda’s attack with her own, conjuring up her own red energy and throwing towards her.
You, however, were immensely shocked. Since when could Wanda do that?!
Your Wanda eyed you for a second, seeing your shocked expression. She didn’t want you to find out like that, but there was nothing she could do about it now.
The portal had closed behind the witchy Wanda as she fully focused on fighting you two. Although your Wanda had the same power (or so it seems) as the witchy Wanda, you could tell that the witchy Wanda was more skilled (as well as more powerful) with her abilities. This gave your Wanda a major disadvantage when the fighting became more physical.
Knowing that you had to act fast, you grabbed a nearby floor lamp and charged at the witchy Wanda with it. The strike caused her to get a little unbalanced but was able to keep herself steady, surprisingly.
She looked toward you, her dark glare softening. She could’ve killed you by now but she didn’t, it was like she didn’t want to hurt you. She did, however, send a major blast of energy towards your Wanda, flinging her to the wall, immediately knocking her out.
You cried out to her but she couldn’t hear you.
“Don’t worry about her love, it’s just you and me now” The witchy Wanda spoke, possessively. You try to run to your Wanda but you realize that the other Wanda had already tied your hands together using her energy.
“Let go of me you bitch!” You yelled when Wanda opened the portal, trying to pull you through.
She stared at you for a moment, complete shock washing over her features. You had never spoken like that to her in her universe.
You watched in terror as the shock on her face is replaced with violent anger. She then grabs your shoulder and forcibly pushes you through the portal, not even giving her alternate self's house a second glance before walking through the portal and shutting it.
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DARK! STEPHEN STRANGE x READER
A/N: Guys I finally wrote it. There may be a part 2 just let me know if you’re interested. Part 2 would most likely include non-con/dub-con, a fight between regular Stephen and dark! Stephen, etc.
WARNINGS: kidnapping, drugging, manipulation, grief, unhealthy coping mechanisms, violence, murder, mentions of SA
Parings: dark!dr strange x reader; dark! Stephen strange x reader; Stephen strange x reader
Emptiness
The cold that gripped her body was unforgiving — it’s burning mouth kissing each inch of her shivering body. It overcame her, devouring her in one measly bite.
Her body collapsed to the earth beneath her with a loud crack, the echoing sound bouncing off the deserted city of New York and sending shockwaves of noise into her ears. Upon the impact, her small frame rolled, the cement scraping her shoulders and bare legs. The sound of fabric ripping was earned as her body came to halt, and a loud groan of pain escaped her.
She was silent as the stinging rolled in currents throughout her body, her face scrunched with an excruciating pain.
Very slowly, her eyes fell open, the hue of blue meeting that haunting scenery that surrounded her. The mere sight of it sent a cold surge of fear through her body, shocking her into movement as she quickly sat up in her place.
Her head snapped to the left, than to the right, taking in her unfamiliar surroundings.
It was a familiar place — yes, she had seen it before, for it was unmistakably her home in New York — however, this universe was completely and shockingly different.
Black smudges of what appeared to be ink covered just about every object in her eyesight, practically devouring each building, each car, and every ounce of mass that once made up the universe.
Where was she?
She pushed herself up slowly, a hiss of pain escaping her as she brushed off gravel and dirt from her scarred and bruised knees. To her surprise, the ruble did not fall to the dirt beneath her, instead turning into the black ink like substance that consumed everything else and seemingly beginning to evaporate.
Her mouth parted as she watched this happen before her eyes, her brows furrowing in confusion as she watched it slowly disappear.
Her breath hitched slightly, her eyes glistening with a new found urge — get the fuck out of here.
She turned, jogging quickly down the empty street in search for anything, anyone, that could help her leave this world safely. She was powerless with multiversal travel , a mere gifted mortal stuck in a decaying universe that would surely consume her if she stayed.
What was she going to do?
One minute, she had been traveling the multiverse with a young teenage girl and Doctor Stephen Strange, fighting desperately to defeat the Scarlet Witch and prevent her from taking anymore lives, the next, she was falling through a star shaped portal — alone — where she landed here.
Suddenly, she felt fairly regretful for joining America and Stephen, wishing deeply she could go back and decide to stay in the warm comfort of her bed.
At that thought, she froze in her place, her eyes brightening with the knowledge she had picked up from both America and Stephen — everyone had a variant, including Stephen.
She had to find this universe’s Doctor Strange.
Her head snapped upwards, her eyes scanning the tall skylines and buildings in search for the familiar structure she had grown to know all to well.
Finally, her gaze fell upon a decaying Sanctum, a sigh of relief escaping her as she began to sprint towards the building in a state of urgency.
The sooner she could get out, the better.
Soon enough, she found herself on the doorstep of the sanctum, her feet freezing to the concrete below her. Something gripped her, her body becoming cold with the fear that washed through her.
She felt frozen in her place, her head leaning upwards to stare at the large building that towered over her.
The building was decaying, black matter eating away at the brick and foundation, the sky consuming it hungrily.
Taking a deep breath, she muttered a small prayer for protection beneath her breath, her hand coming to grip the small Norse ax necklace that hung on her neck. Gripping the steel doorknob, she pushed the thick wooden door open.
The first thing she noticed was the beautiful staircase that seemed to go on and on. Merely feet away from her sat the wooden pathway, a collection of dust and dirt laying thickly on the untouched wood.
The next thing she noticed was the sound of an ocean.
Taking a few steps closer to the staircase, she examined the water that sat beneath the stairs, sand meeting the fresh liquid.
Crouching slightly, she let her fingers gently graze the water, and when the very tips were submerged, she quickly took them out, a cry of pain leaving her.
The water was ice cold, the temperature freezing her finger tips in an instant.
She quickly stood, her head snapping towards the staircase once again. Cradling her hand to her torn shirt in an attempt to bring her fingers warmth, she stepped onto the worn wood, the groan of the stairs filling the house with an eerie noise.
When she finally reached the top of the stairs, she found herself calling out for the sorcerer, her light and airy voice carrying throughout the melting foundation.
She cast a worried look at her aching hand, noticing the color of deep blue that had stained her fingertips. They burned with a pain unfamiliar to her, and with a shaky breath, she wrapped her other hand around them.
This universe was drawing her power from her.
“May I help you?” A soft voice asked, and she jumped in her place, her head turning quickly to the direction from which it came.
Her eyes fell upon another set of stairs where a man stood, his frame tall and slender as he slowly made his way down.
She could recognize the voice immediately, and though it was different in tone and volume, her eyes lit with relief.
He didn’t look at her, his eyes casted downwards as he reached the bottom. He wore a set of blue, grey, and black robes, the fabric flowing from his body in an elegant manor.
This Stephen was no doubt Stephen Strange, but as he finally lifted his gaze to look at her, she found herself silenced in quiet surprise.
Beneath his eyes were blue and purple bags, the usual blue of his pupils now stained a dark color. They looked black, as if he were a man possessed and consumed by the devil himself.
Though he stood tall and assertive, his shoulders were drooped with the weight of the universe, the beasts of burden dragging him down until he looked pathetic and miserable.
This wasn’t her Stephen.
When his eyes fell upon her face, his posture and composure seemed to have shifted completely, his lips parting slightly in awe as he looked at her.
She watched as his eyes dragged along her every feature and detail, and she struggled to speak.
Something was wrong.
“(Y/n)?”
He sounded pathetic, awestruck and wonder lacing his words as he watched her carefully.
“No — I’m not-“ she tried to begin, but he cut her off.
“I know. You aren’t…my (Y/N)…” he stated, a sigh leaving him. He approached her softly and slowly, as if he were afraid of scaring her.
She felt frozen as his hand came to grip her chin ever so slightly, his dark eyes darting across her face as he examined her. “But you are (Y/N),” he finally concluded, his brows furrowing slightly.
It was as if he were seeing the moon for the first time. His eyes were wide with adoration, absolute infatuation radiating off him like an electric current.
It was disturbing, standing there as his black eyes stared into her green ones.
She shivered slightly at the touch of his cold hand, and she backed away from him quickly, remembering what she had learned throughout her multiversal travel: never trust anyone.
Having realized he might’ve scared her, he quickly drew his hand back, his lips pressing into a thin line.
“I need to get back home,” she finally asserted, not noticing the way his eyes seemed to darken at her statement.
He raised a brow, a deep exhale leaving him as he folded his hands behind his back.
Her eyes trailed along the messy room before finally reaching the large window. She stepped closer to it, bringing her arms to wrap around herself.
The view was absolutely beautiful.
Death was a beautiful little thing.
“Home?” He asked her, joining her near the window. He carefully cast her a look, his eyes again stuck on the woman’s face.
It had been years since he had laid his eyes on her.
She nodded silently in reply, her eyes still fixated on the decaying world in front of her.
“I got lost,” she finally began, turning to look at him. She met his eyes instantly — they were cold, nothing but black seen. “I got separated from my Stephen.”
He stiffened in his place slightly, his head tilting in interest. “Your Stephen?”
She nodded in response, looking outside the window once again. “There are variants of everyone in the different universes. In the grant scheme of things, there are an infinite amount of possibilities — of pathways — that we haven’t taken. It’s the “what-if’s” that define the multiverse.”
He stared at her in silence, nothing but the sound of his breathing providing any sound. He was captivated with her voice, clinging into each and every word she spoke.
“From what I’m seeing, this universe is coming to an end,” she finally concluded, peering at the beautiful black hole that sucked everything into it. Black liquid floated throughout the air, carrying with it the universe piece by piece. “What happened here?” She whispered, her hand coming to rest on the railing beside the window.
Stephen was silent for a minute, his eyes still stuck on her face. He couldn’t bring himself to look away in fear that she would disappear, again, and he would never see her again.
He couldn’t let that happen.
“Things just got out of hand,” he replied, his voice deep with the weight of the world. He gave her a small look, taking in her features quickly.
She looked tired and weak, but just as he remembered.
“Would you like some tea?” The Sorcerer asked, not waiting for answer as he strode into a small section of the room that contained a porcelain tea pot and a glass cup.
“Are you the only one left?” She asked quietly, turning to look at him as he prepared a cup of tea for her.
As he handed her the warm cup, he cringed slightly at how pitiful she looked. Her eyes glistened with sadness for a universe that wasn’t even hers, the thought of Stephen being alone making her feel guilty.
Slowly, he nodded, unknowing of what to say to the woman. He hated pity, especially from the woman he had sacrificed everything for.
If only she knew.
“How did you become separated with me?” He asked her curiously, and she moved away from her place at the window. Quickly, she moved towards the large desk that sat at the center of the room, her eyes glancing across each paper that sat thrown messily onto it. Stephen watched carefully as she brought the cup to her lips, taking a big gulp from the tea.
“For the last twenty four hours, we’ve been fighting a losing battle,” she started, ignoring his heavy stare that continued to linger on her. Every move she made was being watched like a guardian, and she began to feel herself growing slightly uncomfortable. “We are merely ants compared to the Scarlet Witch. She could crush us any moment. We were trying to contain her — trying to neutralize the threat she posed, but it was no use.”
Her breath hitched slightly at the memory of hugging Stephen. They had finally reached their destination, and out of an uncontainable joy, she had thrown her arms around his frame, hugging him tightly.
One second she was wrapped in his arms — the next, she was shaking in the cold on the decaying universe.
“She closed in on us and grabbed the young girl she had been hunting, but not before shoving my Stephen and I into two separate universes. I need to get back to him.” The last part was a plea, her voice raising an octave. She stared at him now, her palms resting down against the table.
She was desperate.
“What am I to you…in your universe?” He asked, the question nipping at his insides like an unforgiving disease. He simply could not stop himself, for his undying need for her was slowly killing him.
At this question, she looked at him, her mouth pressing into a thin line. She said wasn’t expecting his question, and she found herself caught off guard.
She was silent, pondering his question as he starred at her. She shifted uncomfortably, sitting herself down on a wooden stool that sat empty.
She didn’t know what to answer with, for she didn’t even know what they were. Though there had been a few stolen kisses and hugs, lingering looks of absolute adoration, and an undeniable connection between the two, nothing had been established.
She sighed quietly, her unharmed hand coming to rub against her collarbone. “In all honesty, I have no idea.”
The variant raised a brow, gesturing for her to continue.
“I mean, it’s never been…established.”
Stephen nodded slowly, his arms crossed in deep concentration.
“What about you? What were you and…I? Her? I don’t know it’s all confusing —“
A humorless chuckle escaped him, amusement branding his face at her rambling. For the hundredth time, his mind began to reply memories of their life together — or lack there of.
Her face haunted his dreams every night, glimpses of what could have been dragging him down to the very bottom of the sea.
He could remember everything.
“I could say the same,” he began, his voice rough with remorse. “You were murdered before we could establish that.” He ended with a dry chuckle, his voice cracking slightly as if he were on the verge of a breakdown.
And yet he held himself together, blinking away the foggy memories from his eyes before turning back to her. She was silent, staring up at him in surprise.
Murdered? She was murdered?
“Can I ask how?“ she asked carefully, her voice soft. She didn’t want to push boundaries to far, for this man seemed to be on the cusp of being labeled as deranged. She room another drink, doing her best to ignore his heavy gaze.
Stephen nodded, allowing himself to lean his back against a wooden pillar beside the girl.
“She was with me — here, actually.” He paused to gesture to the room they both stood in, the faded blue light of universe illuminating across the large wooden walls and floors. “It was late; I told her she should stay here, with me — I knew it was dangerous — but she refused. She told me she needed to feed her cat and do some cleaning tonight, so she needed to be home.” He small smile crept along his lips as he allowed the faint memory to replay in his mind. Her wearing his shirt, that stubborn glint in her eyes that never ceased to disappear, the way her lips would curl when she smiled.
All he saw was her.
“I tried to reason with her, but if you’re any way like her, I’m sure you understand that she refused. Started saying how she could handle herself and that I needed to have more faith in her.”
He paused again, moving towards the window once more. He gazed out of it, his arms folded behind his back as he stared in silent anguish.
“I let her go,” he bitterly concluded, his voice wavering slightly. Guilt washed over him, voices of unreasonable paranoia screaming at him.
It was his fault.
“Next thing I know, I’m seeing the NYPD pull her body out of the lake. Autopsy says she was sexually assaulted, murdered, and dumped into the water. Put up one hell of a fight though.”
She wanted to say something, anything that could take his pain away, but she knew it was useless, so instead she asked: “did they ever catch the people?”
At this question, Stephen’s eyes lit slightly, and he looked at her. “No.” He paused, his eyes scanning her every feature. “But I did, and I killed each and every single one of those bastards.” From his voice dripped absolute disgust as he replayed the news footage in his mind. His mind was like a twenty four hour movie theater, his photographic memory never seeming to be able to forget the horrific and gruesome murder of the love of his life.
Never again.
She took the final drink of her tea, swallowing the last drop of liquid. She had to admit — it was one of the best things she had ever consumed. It was unlike anything she had tried before.
The young woman lifted herself from the stool, her feet carrying her to Stephen once again. She hesitated slightly, lifting her hand to rest on his shoulder in comfort. “I’m sorry, Stephen.”
At the feel of her hand, he found himself leaning into her touch. The softness of her fingers comforted him, the familiar warmth that radiated off her body engulfing him like a hug. He could feel himself choking up, for he was finally with her again. She was standing right there, comforting him like she had always done.
She was exactly how he remembered her to be.
“You have the powers as well?” He found himself asking, and at this, she gave a weary smile before nodding.
She felt her stomach flip ever so slightly, a small unusual feeling beginning to spread across her body. She did her best to push away the feeling, but his intruding gaze was making it hard for her to keep herself together.
“Did she have them?” She asked, her voice wavering slightly.
Stephen nodded, a sad smile tugging at his lips. He could remember waking up beside her each morning, the warmth of her body wrapped in his arms.
Now everything was so fucking cold.
She young woman hummed softly, unsure of what to say. She felt awkward, the weight of this man’s burden crushing her. She didn’t know what to do, nor what to say, to make him feel better.
This Stephen was a weak fragile shell of what her Stephen is. The variants trauma frightened her in all honesty, for his eyes were so black it was if he were about to drop dead at that very moment.
“I need to get back,” she finally stated, moving away from the man. She wiped the dried blood from her lip, wincing slightly as the bruise that was beginning to form.
At this assertion, Stephen quickly drew himself away from the window. “Where is your Stephen?” He asked, ignoring her statement. His eyes watched her carefully, his voice hardening slightly. It was a small shift in tone, and yet the woman barely missed it.
She glanced at him carefully, pausing before speaking. Though his tone shift was small, she had picked it up. Cradling her hand in her unhurt one, she cautiously proceeded. “As I said, we were separated…I have no clue where he is, but I’m sure he’ll be able to find me somehow,” she emphasized the last bit, her vision blurring ever so slightly.
She blinked, adjusting her eyesight accordingly as he stared at her. “I really need to leave, Stephen. I’m growing weak here,” she tried again, a dull ache in her head beginning to form. It came softly at first, like a knock upon a wooden door, but soon she found it almost unbearable. The palm of her hand reached up to press against her temple, blinking rapidly in an attempt to ease the pain.
“You think he’ll be able to find you? In here?” The variant asked, though it sounded more like a statement. He gestured to the wide window, the black hole outside sucking in the universe, the grey hues illuminating along the walls of the room in an eerie and yet beautiful way. “I don’t think so,” he finally concluded, a dry chuckle leaving his lips.
He looked at her again, and for the first time in a very long time, he had won.
“I’ve been waiting for this day,” Stephen lowly stated, a sinister smile branding itself onto his face. He stepped closer to her, watching as she struggled to find words and piece together what had been done to her. “I’ve been searching across the entire multiverse for decades, waiting to find another her.”
She stumbled in her place slightly, her hand coming to grip the wall to keep herself up. She dropped the glass cup, her eyes stuck on the pristine porcelain as it slowly fell to the wooden floors beneath her feet and shattered.
The tea.
“And yet everywhere I looked, she just wasn’t the same. They weren’t her.” He stated the last part bitterly, his vision burning with hatred. “Here I was, alone and desperate. I couldn’t even close my eyes — seeing other versions of myself living the life I once had, what I could have had with her,” he spat, venom lacing his words. “I tried everything, I sacrificed everything for her, and it just wasn’t enough!”
His voice broke, and a shaky sigh escaped him. His hand reached up to grip his face, rubbing exhaustively at the area. “Why did these other versions of myself get to be happy? Why did they get her? After all, I’m a good man. I’ve done my duty as Earths protector, and yet the universe decides to punish me, ” He stood right in front of her now, his eyes tracing every inch of her frightened face as his voice dropped to a low tone, “Now that — that wasn’t fair.”
She wanted to cry, her breathing quickening as he closed in on her. She pushed herself back against the wall, trying to put distance between the two.
“So I killed them. I killed each and every one of those variants so I could make the different versions of myself feel what I had felt — so I could finally sleep and not see her face,” he seethed, his voice dry. There was nothing — no shame, no remorse.
“Stephen —“ a wave of dizziness overcame her, and her grip on the wall faulted. She found herself collapsing, a helpless cry escaping her when she landed straight into the sorcerers arms. His strong hold on her waist felt nauseating, her skin crawling at the feel of his stone cold skin.
“And when I closed my eyes at night, I no longer saw her. I saw you. You are everything like her; you are her. ” His breath was on her neck now, his voice low and quiet. Her body shook violently, tears clouding her vision. “You have no idea just how long I’ve been searching for you, (Y/N). Everywhere I looked, you weren’t there.” His grip on her body tightened, and he leaned into her, taking a sharp inhale as she struggled against him. “And next thing I know, you’re here, like a present from the universe. Now I know I’ve finally won.”
“Please,” she struggled to speak, trying to escape from his grip; however, her body protested against her minds commands, and what she was able to fight against was quickly swatted away by the older man. She fought him, her body falling weakly to his feet. “Stop!” she sobbed, and he wrapped his arms more tightly around her mid section, pulling her up from the floor. “Stop fighting this,” he growled threateningly into her ear, her backside pressed dangerously close into his chest. “You and I are meant to be, (Y/N).” His arms were wrapped around her tightly, one hand coming to grip at her jaw to keep her head still. “Please! Let me go!” She desperately cried as he dragged her away from the wall towards an unknown destination.
Her vision was black and white, her mind heavy with the drugs that had been fed to her. She wanted to be sick — the feeling of his hands gripping her body sending waves of absolute horror and disgust through her veins.
Stephen smiled — it was a sick little thing, the corners of his lips turning up in an amused expression. “Believe me,” he muttered roughly into her ear.
“I have no intention of ever letting you go again.”
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Feeble Minded
Wanda Maximoff x Reader
Word Count: 3k
Warnings: Dark!Wanda, MoM spoilers, smut, fingering, facesitting, bondage, etc.
Summary: Dr.Strange asks for your help reasoning with Wanda. You try your best to get through to her but by then she's already got you where she wants you.
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The word Avenger had lost a lot of it's meaning. The group was inactive, or who was left in it. The traumatic bonds built over the blip were too much to deal with in everyday life.
It seemed as though everyone had opted to stay away from each other. It was easier that way. No more reminders than were necessary.
Without the Avengers, you were alone. They were your family. Natasha, Steve, and Tony, were your family.
You didn't even get to say goodbye. By the time you came back, Natasha was gone, Tony had sacrificed himself, and Steve had opted to live another life.
There was an emptiness in your heart. You desperately worked to fill it. The only thing you did was hero work. You needed it to feel something other than the void.
Police scanners were in your home, in your car, and on your phone. Crime alerts were your activity of choice.
Luckily for you, it seemed as though someone always needed saving. The job was too easy, from Earth ending monsters to petty theft. It wasn't exactly exhilarating work.
You were getting restless. Sometimes you had thoughts about switching sides. Being by the book wasn't giving you the adrenaline rush, it used to. It was almost like chaos was slowly calling your name.
Every day, you were closer to answering that call. However, Dr. Strange called first. He told you that there was an issue with your former teammate.
Wanda was out of control. He said he tried his best to reason with her, but that he was unsuccessful. The last thing Strange wanted was a fight against her. He wanted you to try reasoning with the red head.
When you teamed together, Wanda was probably the most important person to you. You were hot-headed back then. People used to think that you couldn't handle the pressure of being a hero.
Wanda believed in you, she was in your corner. Hopefully you held some type of importance to her. Enough to get through to her.
Being at the Karma-Taj with all the students preparing for Wanda, put things into perspective for you. This was probably the most important conversation you'd ever have.
" You fly right?" Strange asked, casually awaiting the arrival of Wanda.
" I do two things; fly and never die."
He nods," Well, at least we know she won't kill you up there."
You frown at his words. He told you about the changes in Wanda. You wanted to say that you couldn't believe it, but it wasn't all that shocking to you.
Every woman has a breaking point, and Wanda's was honestly long overdue.
Your thoughts were cut short when you saw her in the sky. Strange put a hand on your shoulder," Success would be preferable, but we are prepared for failure."
" Thanks for the pep talk," you shrugged his hand off your shoulder and took off for Wanda.
You flew up, stopping right before the invisible barrier. There was an unhinged look to the woman you were once familiar with.
She still had all the beauty she did when you were younger. However, now she is older, more mature. Her face was more angular than before.
Her green eyes bore into yours. There was a small smirk on her face as she looked at you.
" Long time no see, Y/nn," the old nickname flowed from her lips like a waterfall.
" Hi Wanda," you tried to keep a straight face, this situation was serious, but seeing her made your heart feel light.
" So Strange couldn't talk to me himself," she chuckles.
" He thought I'd have a better shot of getting through to you," you spoke softly.
She tilts her head and pouts," Sweetheart, you aren't going to try to stop me, are you?"
" I don't really have a choice."
Wanda furrows her eyebrows," Everyone has a choice, Y/n"
You shook your head," It's the right thing to do, Wanda. You're going to kill that girl."
" Look at where the right thing has gotten us, Y/n? What do we have left?"
What you didn't know was that she was already in your head. She was already combing through your memories. Finding that you had many of the same soft spots that she did.
There was one point that she could definitely use to her advantage.
" Join me, Y/n."
" What?"
She narrowed her eyes," I don't like repeating myself, but for you, I will. Join me Y/n. I'll give you everything you desire."
You found yourself staring at the woman with your mouth slightly agape," I- I can't Wanda."
" Sure you can. I can sense the chaos building up inside of you Y/n. You want to let it out, this is the perfect opportunity. Be a good girl and join me."
You almost let a whimper leave your mouth, but shook your head once again," I-"
She was deep in your mind, a wide sadistic grin spread across her face," Don't you want to be mommy's good girl?"
She was filling your mind with images. Moments that have yet to happen. You could see yourself trapped underneath her. Her tongue lashing violently against your clit.
The look in her eyes as your hips began to thrust on their own almost made you fall from the sky.
When you were able to refocus yourself on her. She had her hand reaching for you," Let me take care of you. You'll never be alone again."
You shouldn't have given in so easy, but everything was always easy with Wanda. You found yourself leaving the barrier to float besides Wanda.
Your eyes locked on Strange for a moment. Wanda was quick to roughly grab your face. Wanda forcefully shoved her tongue into your mouth. You moan after the initial shock wears off. Wanda's eyes are wide open, almost mocking Strange, as she kisses you.
Her thumb trails over your bottom lip as she breaks the kiss," Wait here."
By exiting the barrier, you gave Wanda the opportunity to go in. The woman made quick work of the students. Her powers were magnificent, but also horrifying.
The screams of those you had just stood by were antagonizing. The more you watched, the worse you felt.
There was a voice in the back of your head. It sounded like Stephen's, it was telling you to fight her. That you knew this was wrong. That you couldn't just wait around for her to murder a child. You had to intervene.
You let your body take control, not trusting your mind. Every movement was spur of the moment. As you dove down into the chaos, you searched for Wanda again. Not exactly knowing what you would do when you found her.
You were mortified to see her crawling out of a mirror. They hadn’t yet escaped, she was closing in on them. Maybe it was the right thing to do, or maybe it wasn't, but you launched yourself at the witch.
You tackled her to the ground, effectively pinning her under you. The movement caught her off guard.
" Go now!" You shouted.
Wanda hissed under you as Stephen and America went through a portal.
Wanda threw you off of her. Your head bounced off of the floor. Darkness engulfed you immediately.
When you gained consciousness, you could tell you were restrained.
" I know you're awake."
Your eyes opened at the sound of Wanda's voice. Everything around you was made of stone. The walls, the floor, the makeshift bed in the corner. There were carvings on the walls that were unrecognizable to you. The ropes holding you to the wall weren't actually ropes, they were red twines of magic.
" Eyes over here," your head forcibly snapped towards Wanda.
She did not look happy.
" I'm very disappointed in you, Y/n. I thought we had a deal."
" We did, but-"
One of the red tendrils tightens around your throat. Wanda's dark, raspy voice grits out," But what?"
" He was in my head," you gasp out the best that you can with the pressure against your throat.
You feel some of that pressure ease," Are you lying to me, Y/nn?"
You go to shake your head, but then remember the restraints," No, I swear he was in the back of my head. Check, can't you check? I would never betray you, mommy. I-"
The words abruptly stopped coming out of your mouth. A thick layer of embarrassment covered your face. If your hands were free, they'd be hiding the flush look that took over your features.
Wanda began to stride over to you, her eyes trailing your figure. Once she was within reach, a single finger slid up your body. She began to float the higher the finger went. Its path crossed your torso, all the way to your throat, and stopped right between your upper and lower lip.
" Say it again," her eyes were fixated on your lips.
Her voice gave you goosebumps, her touch gave you goosebumps, hell, everything about the woman gave you goosebumps.
You could hardly form the word in your mind, but your mouth had no problem obeying her request," Mommy."
After you said it, her finger entered your mouth, poking and prodding at the insides. You didn't gag when she shoved it up to your uvula.
She made eye contact with you with a look of concentration on her face," Good girl."
She retracted the finger before sticking it in her own mouth. You watched with wide eyes as she tasted your saliva.
" Your mind is so easy to penetrate. It's just open for anyone who wishes to get inside. We need to fix that, don't we, baby? That way Dr. Strange can't get in there."
Her hands rise to either side of your head as she murmurs some chant that you don't understand. When she's done, you see her magic enter your head.
" Now only I can get in that precious little mind of yours," she places a lingering kiss on your forehead.
" Can you let me down now?" You ask her with sorrowful eyes.
She simply laughs at you," Oh no, no, no baby, you still must be punished for your betrayal. Intentional or not, you complicated my plans, and I simply can not let that go."
" W-what are you going to do with me?"
Her eyes darken," Don't worry, mommy will take good care of you, just like she promised."
In an instant your vision goes. Everything around you is dark, but you are completely conscious.
" Don't panic yet sweetheart, it's just a blindfold," you hear Wanda's voice.
She didn't waste any time removing your clothing, there is a new warm breeze tickling your body.
You feel her hand drag itself across your torso," Mine."
A stinging sensation takes over where her hand was previously. A grunt left your mouth at the unexpected contact.
Your breathing hitched as her hand sank lower gripping onto your inner thigh. She slapped the skin and your body jolted.
She removed her hand from the spot to cup your face in her hand. Wanda was practically squeezing your jaw, her grip was so tight.
You could feel her breath teasing your lips, desperately wanting to close the gap.
In quick succession she slapped you three times. You were in shock and a gasp threw itself out of your mouth. The left side of your face now burned at the force.
Wanda loved all the subtle sounds you made, but she wanted you to be louder. She wanted to be unsure if you were crying out in pleasure or pain.
She licked her thumb and then her pointer finger. Then grabbed onto one of your nipples and rolled it between the two fingers until it was erect.
Your lip has found its way between your teeth to keep yourself quiet. That was working, until you felt teeth graze the top of your breast.
Wanda took your nipple in her mouth, sucking and lightly nibbling on it.
" Fuck," came out of your mouth almost as it were your own breath.
Wanda smirked and then released the bud causing a whine to fall from your lips.
" Louder, I want every sound you make to bounce off of these walls," she took the other nipple in her mouth, swirling her tongue around it.
You obeyed her commands letting your labored breathing mix with deep moans that crawled up your throat.
" I'd say good girl, but we both know that's not true, is it?"
You whimpered," I'm a good girl."
You could feel Wanda circling you, though you couldn't see her," Oh are you? What makes you a good girl?"
" All I want to do is please you, mommy? I don't care about anything else, I just want to make you cum."
Wanda hums," I think that makes you a desperate little plaything. Not really a good girl."
Her arms snaked around you from behind. You were surprised to feel her bare chest against your back as she grabbed a handful of your tits.
Her hips were grinding against your ass, gently. You wanted nothing more than to remove the blindfold and the blinds and just be able to do anything.
" Aww does my little plaything want to touch me?"
" Please mommy," you were desperate," I'll be good."
" No," she says before she shoves two fingers into you.
You jump at the sudden sensation. Almost instantly you're aware of how embarrassingly wet you are. You're already coated for her, the fingers slide in and out easily.
Wanda hurriedly takes the blindfold off of you. Yours eyes readjust to the light as the view only makes you clench around her fingers. All you see is Wanda's fingers going in and out of you.
" You're such a fucking whore for me. All wet because you can't do anything about me fucking you. Your pussy is drooling for me, baby."
You groan as she adds another finger. Your head falls back as best as it can and your hips desperately fight the restraints. All you want to do is meet her thrust.
" Please," you hear it fall from your lips.
She grips your hair," Please what?"
" I want t-to touch you," you cry out.
Her fingers exit your body and your restraints disappear. Your back hits the floor with a heavy thud. You don't have the chance to react to the pain as Wanda straddles your face.
She takes your hands and snakes them up her high, resting them on her hip
" Stick out your tongue."
You did as you were told, and she began to grind on your face. Your eyes never left her form. With a hand grasping a fistful of your hair, she swung back and forth. Her eyes shut as she used you.
The image itself was enough to make your pussy throb. You didn't realize your hands were guiding her higher up your face until she commented.
" You're a greedy little slut, letting mommy fuck that tongue. You want me to cum in the mouth? My juices spread all down your chin. Suck on my clit, you filthy little - oh fuck"
Her sentence died in her mouth when you harshly sucked on her clit. Your teeth playfully grazed the bean. You slurped her like you were stranded in the desert, and she was the only water fountain.
" Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck yes. Make mommy cum. Yes, yes, yes, yes. Just like that, fuck, I'm going to-"
Her thighs squeezed your head so tight you became light-headed. She quivered as your cool breath hit her overstimulated clit. She moved back to straddle your chest. Her red hair falling in your face as she attacked your lips.
There was no chance you were keeping up with her pace as she dominated your mouth. When she pulled away, she rested one of her hands on your throat.
" Do you deserve to cum?"
You didn't know how to respond.
" You did cost me the girl, but you're just such a good little toy for mommy," her finger traced your jawline.
You were exhausted, but your core ached for relief. With tired eyes you stare back at Wanda hopelessly," I want to cum on your cock, mommy please."
Wanda got giddy when you said that. That's when you saw her finger moving, and not in the sexual way. In the magic way. Your eyes widened when you saw the red glow of the magic dick Wanda had produced.
A primal urge took over you. It was an unpredictable move in Wanda's eyes. She gasped in shock as she found herself on her back. She almost thought you were going to make a run for it.
But you didn't. Instead, you sunk down on her large cock. Your pussy stretching in a way it had never had before. You didn't stop until none of the cock was visible.
The way your eyes rolled in the back of your head sent Wanda into a frenzy. She pulled all the way out and slammed right back in. Once, twice, three times, before she started to fuck you savagely.
Your head was in her shoulder as her hips viciously snapped into you. You heard her grunting," Mine," over and over again as she fucked you.
" You're clenching around this big cock already, baby Can't handle mommy's fat cock?"
Tears streamed down your face as you reached your climax. Your whole body shook violently as you came. Wanda's thrusts showed down as you cried into her shoulder.
She let you lean on her, removing the magical dick from your hole. You whimpered at the emptiness.
" You're such a good girl, Y/n. I want you to be my good girl, but you have to promise to listen to me?"
Your eyes are already closed, but you mumble, "I promise, won't let anything get between us."
You always wanted Wanda. Maybe this wasn't exactly how you pictured it, but this is what you had gotten. You were not going to take it for granted.
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Hi again, I love your stories and I loved how my last Request turned out it was awesome, thank you, I was wondering if I could Request another one, like the reader and sinister had a bit of an Argument like nothing big but they both needed space, so sisters idea of space is going back in time to Visit his lover when she was younger like 5, just to spend time with her, he doesn't Do anything to twist time or anything and cause like destruction just some cuteness, like Hide and seek and tea parties, and than he comes back and the tow make up.
In A Different Light
References to my story "Actions Speak Louder" but can be read alone.
Pairing: Sinister Stephen Strange x Reader
Summary: After a fight with you he goes to quite literally see your point of view, & comes back with a new understanding.
Warnings: Minor argument & some angst w/ a happy ending. Some relationship red flags. Fairly Disney-esque level fluff.
Again I'm embracing fluffy Sinister Strange. I'm obsessed with him. I wouldn't call it a toxic relationship, not super healthy still, but use your own judgement.
Something good and pure in you had served to balance the evil and corruption in him. That was why you had been the one to fall into his universe. Even after he had fallen prey to the Darkhold the fates had decided he deserved a chance at redemption. That was why you saw a silver lining where he only saw a dead end. It made you an odd couple of sorts, but you brought out something in him he had thought died long ago.
You balanced each other, and you balanced the cosmic scale of the crumbling universe around you. Instead of continuing to devour the city piece by piece, the world had found a sort of homeostasis. It was something he had only noticed after that day when he gave you his sweatshirt. When you had fallen asleep in his arms. After he let his affections for you show.
Not long after that your relationship began to bloom in something beyond incidental housemates. First into friends, then slowly moving towards lovers.
Pieces of the world slowly stopped crumbling away. Day after day he had grown used to looking out the large window of the Sanctum only to see a new building that had fractured in two, or rubble where a building had been just the day before. It took a few days before he realized that nothing was changing anymore. A hunger seemed to have been satiated in the maw of the incursion.
As the hunger of the cannibalistic world faded, a hunger grew inside him. An emptiness that yearned to be filled. He wanted to change too. He wanted the emptiness in his heart to be filled by you. By your love.
The first time he kissed you, really kissed you, was the first day you saw the sunshine since you had been there.
The whole thing came to a head the first time you got him to slow dance with you. It was to an old country record you were surprised to find in the Sanctum at all. It was "In A Different Light" by Doug Stone.
It was a song you had spent hours hearing your parents dance to, when you were growing up. It was their song. Of all the things to find here, at the literal end of the world, this seemed like such an odd thing. Even Strange said that he had never seen it there before you found it. Not that it was exactly his style of music anyway he could easily have looked right past it.
You essentially had to beg him to dance with you. All you were asking was one slow dance. After some arm twisting and making your best sad face he finally relented. Secretly pleased when you giddily ran over to put the song on.
He extended one hand to you to grasp and reached to wrap his other arm around your waist. He tried to hold you at a slight distance, to keep his frame stiff and formal, but as he heard your sweet voice sing along to the song softly he started to let himself melt against you. Pretending for a moment you were just another couple dancing in your home. There was no incursion and no crumbling building, you were just normal and you were happy together.
"You know in a weird way this song is perfect to describe us. I see you as such a different person than who you try to be. I really like that person Stephen. I like it here, with you."
Your confession pulled him from his fantasy and he became crushingly aware of his own fate once again. This was his punishment, he was doomed to be miserable. It was something he was sure of. At least he was sure of it, before you. Now he didn't feel so sure of anything. This had to be some sort of joke. You couldn't be happy. He couldn't be happy.
"Why do you insist on trying to project some happy fantasy onto your life here?! You are trapped here with a monster! With the man who did this! You should hate me with your entire being! Why do you insist on trying to love me when all I can do is cause pain and suffering?! I cannot save you from this place!"
His suggestion hurt you. You had truly started to care for him. You saw the cracks in his cold facade. You were falling for the man who let you see beneath the surface. He wasn't about to shut you out again without a fight. He had to know that you would fight for him. For he man who likes it or not, somehow, someway did something to bring you there.
"Who says I want to be saved?! I'm not some damsel in distress Stephen, and I don't see you as some broken toy to fix either. I have never asked you to be anything other than who you are. Who says I'm not happy here exactly as things are, you and I?"
"You can't be happy here! You just can't!" He screamed as he pulled at his hair in frustration both at you and himself.
The best thing to do was remove yourself from the situation. You were both letting your emotions get the best of you. You were both angry and upset. So you removed yourself from the situation.
"We aren't doing this right now. We will do this once we can talk about it without screaming. I'm going to be in my room, and I need to not see you for like 2 hours. So I can calm down. Okay? Come find me when you're ready."
He stood in stunned silence. Once again you managed to take him by surprise. He wasn't used to fights that didn't just continue to dissolve until things started being thrown and things were said that could never be taken back. You waited to walk away until you saw him give an almost imperceptible nod.
You stayed away from each other the rest of the day. At opposite ends of the Sanctum, or at least you tried. You could feel his presence when he would come to your side, just to make sure you were okay, even though you knew he thought you couldn't. He liked to underestimate you.
You hated how cold the room felt when you curled under the covers of the bed you hadn't slept in in months. In the bedroom he said was yours when you first arrived. You had grown so used to snuggling into his side, feeling him go stiff at first be relaxing into your touch. You knew you had to let him come to you though, he would tell you when he was ready to talk.
He cracked open the door of your room when he knew you were sleeping soundly. He felt so lonely even with you just that far away. He had to understand what made you so confounding to him. He had to understand this idea of love that you had. The image that had been set for you in your mind all those years ago.
He wouldn't mess with anything. He just wanted to see. So he grabbed and pursued the books of the Sanctum in the dark of night looking for the one he needed to take him there. The one that would allow him to turn back the clock and see.
As he cast the spell he watched the decayed Sanctum melt away to the sight of greenery and fresh smell of cut grass. It was early evening and the noise of crickets starting to sing could be heard over the sound of the radio. On the porch stood your parents arm in arm in their own world dancing and singing to each other. Laughing when one of them would be horribly off key or step on the other's feet.
"Are you a prince?"
A small girl with pink cheeks and a pure curious smile had snuck up behind him. Dressed in a shimmering princess dress and crown. He recognized her smile immediately. It was you. You were maybe 7 at the time, but it was without a doubt you.
He was surprised not only at your question, but at the fact you could even see him. He had taken care to magically cloak himself. It must have worked as your parents were clearly none the wiser to his presence. They weren't far away from where you had been playing. So why could you see him?
He didn't want to frighten you, but he desperately didn't want to disrupt the timeline and return to the Sanctum to find you now erased from his life. He decided to just get out of the situation as fast as he could. Pretend he was a new neighbor dropping by, or a salesman. Something innocuous.
"Far from it actually. I was hoping to see your parents, but I don't want to interrupt. So I'm just going to leave and come back later."
He started trying to back away from you and move towards the street. Once he was out of eyeshot he would portal back to the Sanctum. Before he could get far though you lunged forward and grabbed both of his large hands in your small ones without a hint of hesitation. If you noticed his scars it didn't show. How his appearance hadn't terrified you he didn't know.
"Wait! You seem sad. Will you dance with me? Dancing always makes me smile, and you seem like you need to smile."
It was very apparent to him at that moment that you were still the same person you were all those years ago. You had always had an optimism and a curiosity that even in his best days, before the Darkhold, he never had. The pureness of intent was the same. You just wanted to help him. It wasn't about making him into your perfect Prince Charming. It was just about wanting to see others happy. Even him.
"Who am I to say no to a princess?"
So he let you lead him as you turned and side stepped together, around in a small circle. He thought about all the ways the world had jaded him even before he succumbed to the evil of the Darkhold.
That what had brought him to the moment you came into his life was a desperate search for somewhere he was happy. Where he could have the love he felt he had been so cruelly denied.
He thought about the question Christine had asked him on her wedding day; 'Are you happy Stephen?'
He had given up long ago on ever even thinking he would approach that feeling, but as he thought of you he realized. You made him happy. He was happy when he was with you. That's why he pushed you away earlier. He was being given the thing he had wanted more than anything, and it scared him.
He wasn't miserable with you there, he was happy. Finally, He was happy. He wasn't just happy, he was falling in love. That's why the universe was repairing itself. The very thing it had been fractured to find was blooming inside its broken pieces.
As the song ended, a genuine smile was no on his face as well as your small cherubic one. He had to get back and apologize to you. He had to make things right. He let your hands fall from his and took a bow.
"Thank you princess. I feel much better now."
Your mother suddenly called your name and he immediately worried he had been found. As soon as you turned away he vanished himself out of your world and back to the Sanctum of his own universe. Immediately going to make sure he hadn't changed his own world beyond salvage once again.
You were still there. Still asleep. Holding the light blue sweatshirt, his light blue sweatshirt, close to your chest and cuddling into it as a substitute for his presence. He fought the urge to go pull the garment from your grasp and slide into its place, his place, next to you.
For once he wanted to do things right though, and the right way to say he was sorry wasn't to slink in under the cloak of darkness. He wanted to make a grand gesture. To show you how much you had changed him. That he may not be a good man by the standards of most in the multiverse, but he would be a good man for you. You made him happy.
So he worked for hours to make everything right. He cleared out a space to use as a dance floor and surrounded it with candles. Then he put on your parents' song loud enough for you to hear in your room and waited for you to wake up.
When you wandered into the room you were clearly confused and still half asleep. Hair disheveled and wearing your favorite old baggy t-shirt and ratty pajama shorts he had magically recreated for you after you arrived. You still managed to take his breath away.
You slowly wandered over to him, about to ask what was going on. He went ahead and beat you to the punch. The longer he waited to speak the greater the chance he would over think it and chicken out.
"I've never been good at saying the words 'I'm sorry', so I hope that this will help show you that I am sorry. I didn't mean what I said. I got overwhelmed. I'm not used to having someone else here. I'm not used to caring for someone or having someone care for me. So… will you dance with me?"
You smiled at him softly. While he spoke you continued to walk towards him. So instead of answering first with words you reached out and placed his arms around your waist. Yours looping around his neck and pulling him to the center of the floor.
"I'll always dance with you Stephen. All you have to do is ask."
As he held you in his arms and started slowly spinning you around the floor of the Sanctum a flick of his hand illuminated tealight candles floating in the air above and around you. It almost looked like you were surrounded by fireflies. That alone had you speechless. When he started to sing you had to fight not to cry. It was barely audible at first, but you recognized it immediately.
I see you... In a different light
Your hair falling down With love in your eyes
In my mind... You're a beautiful sight
I see you in a different light
Just the way I saw you, last night
"I'm sorry for being such an asshole. I just... You know I've been here alone and I've done some terrible things... I don't think you're capable of harming a fly. I just don't deserve you, someone as irredeemable as me doesn't deserve someone so good, but I want to deserve you. I want to be better... for you, because of you. You make me happy and searching for happiness is what got me here. I just forgot how to let myself feel happy. A villain isn't supposed to get the princess and live happily ever after. I'm scared, but I'm happy… because I'm falling in love with you."
"Stephen, I understand how hard it's been for you here. I also know that something you did caused this, and in time I hope you'll tell me everything. Truthfully. To me, it feels like I was brought here to help you, not to change you. So all I want is for you to be the man you want to be. Know that I will always see you in a different light than the one you cast yourself in. A princess doesn't have to find a prince, Stephen, they just have to find someone who makes them happy. You make me happy and I'm falling for you too."
You danced in silence for some time before you finally spoke again.
"I remember you by the way. It took me a bit of time after I got here, but it hit me one day. When you thought I didn't see you watching me. That day in the backyard. My parents were convinced I had made you up and that no one was there. That you were some imaginary friend I created, but I knew you were real. I don't know how, but I knew. That's why I believe in you. That's why I love you, because I always have. Even if you aren't a prince."
You tilted your head up to his and he let his lips melt into yours. You stood surrounded by the flickering lights and for a moment the decayed facade of the Sanctum faded into what it once was. You looked up to see Stephen actually smiling down at you.
"Stephen, before either of us says anything to mess this up, take me to bed please. Make love to me."
He lifted you up bridal style and kissed you once more before he started walking toward the bedroom.
"Who am I to say no to a princess?"
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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.
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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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Two for the price of one: Stephen strange x reader x OC
Summary: No matter how far you ran, he will always find you.
Warnings: stalking, obsession, possession, ex-boyfrend, non-con, rough fucking, kidnapping, friendly fuck
" Good Morning, America!" The news reporter spoke in a chirpy tone as Olivia Reggie sat on the couch with a not cup of joe in her hand. The tired nurse just got done with a 16 hour shift as a emergency room nurse, and all she wanted to do was relax. That's all she wanted to do and all she had planned to do this sleepy evening.
That is until.. "BANG BANG BANG!”
Her door was being pounded on like the fucking police was at her door. She grumbled a tired nurse phrase before getting up, putting her milk filled drink down on her coffee table, walking over to her door. " Who is it?" she says, breaking into the peak hole. Her eyes widen at the sight of her half naked, battered best friend standing there, crying and looking over her shoulder with fear riddling through her body.
Olivia immediately swings her door open and tanks her friend in from the blistering cold of the New York evening air. " What the fuck?! Why are you out here with no pants on."she reprimanded her friend before recognizing that she was shivering and crying. She seemed to be red in the face and her legs were trembling. She sighs and leads her over to the couch before getting her some hot water from the coffee maker. She gives her the mug of water, rubbing her head. " Honey, what is going on? "
She just crying, holding the mug of hot water. Her body was bruised and her thighs were shaking as she just cried. " I ran away from him..."
"what?" the confusion started to settle in. What the hell was she talking about?
" I ran away from Stephen. I just up and ran. I couldn't take the abuse anymore." she spoke softly, still crying. She puts her legs up to her chest and rocks, cuddling the mug against her exposed rib cage. It looked like the poor thing had been starved, like she haven't ate in months. Olivia covers her hands over her mouth, hugging her friend, pulling her towards her chest, protectively. Her friend cried her eyes out into her shoulders.
"sweetheart, do you want anything to eat?" she asked, knowing that she possibly didn't want to talk about it anymore. She feels her nod againsther chest and sniffle, pulling away from her friend. She nods back and gets up to see if there was any leftovers for her to eat. She knew her allegeners, some nuts, mostly peanuts.
She gets some Alfredo pasta and warmed it up in the microwave, grabbing some cold water from the fridge. " here you go, sugar", she walks over to her, giving her the lukewarm food. Her friend snatched the food and scarfs it all down, almost choking at one point. She rubs her back, sighing. How could this happen? Why didn't she say anything? She didn't know that her best friend was being abused, she felt horrible cause if felt like she allowed her to be abused like this.
Stephen didn't even seem like a bad person. Sure, a little arrogant but, not a bad person, right? Shit, what did he do to her? She looks so traumatized and she tensed up anytime she laid a hand on her, making her scared to touch her. " You wanna stay with me? I'll protect you and take care of ya" she tilts her head up as she spoke to her. She expected her to say yes, but she shook her head, quickly.
"N-no! He’ll find me and he will hurt you. I'll just go on the run." she says, feeling worried about her friend, but her friend didn’t entertain that idea. She reaches her foot under the couch and her foot tapped the gun.
" he won't be any danger to me, darling." she hugs her friend and rubs her back. " No more being on the run. You are staying with me, okay?" her friend hesitates, but nodded and sighs, she was extremely nervous. Stephen was always an abusive man. He was arrogant, selfish, self-center, spoiled, and always thought about himself. He wanted what he wanted and forced her to do whatever he pleased. He even tried to impregnate her to trap her in the relationship, he wanted you to suffer for all the things that he had been through. The crash, losing his career, losing everything dear and important to him, all the trauma that she never caused.
Her body had been through so much, the raping, the abuse, the alcohol being stuffed down her throat, the constant punishments, and the starving. She could still see his hungry, lustful eyes staring over her broken body, licking his lips. It made her shiver. Everything about him was mentally fucked and he showed his true colors only 2 months into the relationship.
*Flashback*
Stephen seemed to be angry, as he walked around, pacing the floor. Every step he took sparked a glittery foot print. His girlfriend had been gone for a few hours and he didn't know where the hell she had went. He called her over 40 times and she was refusing to answer her phone, making him more angry.
As soon as he heard the door open, he was rushing up on her. He saw her holding a bunch of bags and he growls. He slaps her across the face, shocking the poor woman, who had just been shopping for some new clothes.
"where the fuck have you been?! I've been calling you over and over" he yelled in her face, grabbing her arms tight enough to make her whimper in pain. She yanks her arm away and glared at him.
" I just been shopping.. with my own money." she tried to soften the blow, but that just made him angrier. He slapped her again, letting her fall to the ground. She held her stinging cheek and tears run down her face, moving away from him. He walks away and she just sat against the wall, shocked.
Did he just slap her...
*Flashback*
Her friend fed her and kept her safe from harm. She even payed for her to go to therapy. She wanted her abused friend to get better, to forget about that punk. She didn't need him in her life, but she kept picking at her nails, whispering about being his possession. She kept saying that he belonged only to him. It was really freaking her out, even if it had been a year since she ran away from him. She was paranoid and kept looking over her shoulder, shaking. She was having horrible panic attacks and was diagnosed with PTSD by her therapist.
Olivia couldn't help, but feel an impending doom coming towards the two.
It was spring and the flowers were blowing through the wind. It seemed like a happy day, but it wasn't for Olivia's best friend. She kept receiving threatening text messages from him, saying that he was coming and that he was watching her. She felt like she was about to throw up as her phone kept dinging and dinging with more threatening texts messages.
Olivia was told about them, while she was cooking burgers. She almost dropped her spatula and snatched her phone, blocking Stephen. She puts her phone on the counter and hugs her best friend. The girl was trembling from fear, not wanting him to find them. She could not go back to that horrid man.
The two girls tried to forget about it. They enjoy their burgers and fries, Olivia admiring how much weight Y/N was gained since she has been living with her. She was back to her healthy weight, with thick thighs and thicker arms. She smiles as her friend happily bites into her burger, juices dripping down her forearms. She was so happy and seemed to finally enjoy life, but those text messages were itching in the back of her mind.
The girls watch movies together, Olivia rubbing her arms, rocking her to sleep, unconsciously. Y/N falls to sleep and Olivia lets her sleep on the couch, kissing her head. Olivia doesn't think about the messages when she goes to her room to get dressed for her 16 hour night shift. She only took long shifts to make as much money as she could for the both of them.
She puts on her blue scrubs, and ties her hair up into a quick ponytail. Olivia yawns and packs her bag, walking out of her room to an eerie feeling in her dark house. She walks to the living room, looking at her friend. Her heart jumps out of her chest when she sees a dark figure standing over her friend, just breathing softly and dripping with water from the midnight rain. He was rubbing his hand over the curve of her hips, humming in a approval. " so pretty..." he purrs, squeezing the chub, liking the feeling of the fatty flesh against his cold hands.
Olivia mentally cursed herself out for putting the gun under the couch, now she can't reach it. He stood right in front of it, feeling up her friend. She tried to think about what to do. What could she possibly do? He was standing infront of the gun and she was starting to believe her friend that he was dangerous because that man stood at a height of 6’2, with an intimidating build. The anger of not having his lover for an entire year, was practically fuming off of him. She felt like she was suffocating under the pressure of his anger, it was uncomfortable.
She takes a deep breath and lets out a scream, jumping on him and pressed her fingers into his eyes. The scream alerted Stephen and woke her friend. Y/N stared at her ex lover being attacked by Olivia with fear. Olivia yelled at her to run and she took that amazing advice, running to have. Olivia started hitting him over and over, yelling at him to get out of her house. He elbows her and she drops on her coffee table, making her back crack. She yelled out, whimpering in pain.
His hand lights up with an orange glares, raising his hand. She feels her throat close up, levitating in the air. He snaps his hand to the left and her body gets thrown to the left, crashing into the connecting kitchen. He walks away, quietly to find the one he was looking for. She was his possession and he will be damned if she stays away from hm any longer.
As he walks towards the back room, the nurse jumps on his back, stabbing him with some scissors. He yells out in pain, throwing the nurse off. He stomps on her stomach and steps over her. She grabs his ankle and he, with no remorse, stomps on her again. Olivia groans, curling up. He had walked away and she had no idea where he went, but she couldn't move. She couldn't move when she heard her friend screaming for help.
She tried to get up, wobbling and feeling like she was gonna throw up, but she slides down the wall. It hurt too much and he has already thrown her friend into a portal to the sanctum. She rests her head against the wall with sweat and tears running down her face. She had failed to protect her friend from her deranged ex-boyfriend. And he was coming down the hall....
He was coming down the hall.
Olivia crawled over to where the gun was, but giant hands grabbed her ankles and dragged her back towards him. He had a wicked smile on his face and stared her down, licking his lips. He hums and opens a portal to the sanctum.
" hmm, two for the price of one " he spoke and throws her through the portal.
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The cold floor over the sanctum provided no cushion to Olivia's face almost making her break her nose. She looked up and is met with blinding lights, and Stephen picking up her friend. He walks over to Olivia and grabs her by her waistband of her pants. She fights him as he walks up the stairs with the two girls. One that was fighting and the other was limp, giving up immediately to the older man. One knew how dangerous he was and the other had no clue, only had a taste of what he could do.
Stephen smiled at his lover being so submissive to him and the new girl who thinks she can still fight him off. The other one was so feisty and it presented a challenge for him, he loved it. ‘This is gonna be fun...’ he thought to himself. He couldn't help, but be excited for the nightly festivities he had planned. He carried the two up to his room and tosses them on the bed. The girls had different reactions to the atmosphere. One was freaking out and the other was sitting there waiting for instruction.
He hums and tosses his cape, letting it fly away. " come here, show your friend what you do best. " his disgusting mouth commanded towards her friend, and her friend got up, walking over to him. Olivia watched in shock as Y/N dropped to her knees and removes his pants, letting his erection go free from its restraints. She started to pump him, making him moan. Stephen held her hair, praising her as performed the disgusting act. Olivia looked away as she felt uncomfortable.
Stephen moved Y/N out the way, walking over to her friend. He grabs her face, but she pushes him away. " Get the fuck away from me! You are an ass hole and a fucking creep! " she yelled in his face and he slaps her across the face, shocking her.
" Now, listen here bitch. You are under my control and you will listen to me. Now, get over here and suck me off or do you want listen to your poor friend get raped?" he cups her face, squeezing her cheeks. Olivia shakes before she reaches out and wraps her hand around his cock, making a disgusted face. She lets her hand pump up and down. She whines and looks away from him. He chuckles, darkly. " Aww.... What's wrong? Embarrassed sugar?" he teased her, which only made her more pissed off. He looks towards his lover and she sat there, staring at the floor, tears dripping down.
He pulls away from Olivia and walks over to her with a smile, picking her up. He places her on the bed, pushing her back. " off.” she strips off her clothes, and lays there exposed to him. He smiles and runs his ring finger along the folds of her warm cunt. She shivers, her legs falling over wider being completely submissive to him, afraid of what would do to her and her friend. He licks his lips and lined up his dick with her entrance.
He fills her up, tearing a loud moan out from her throat. He wasted no time in pounding her tight cunt. She cried out, pushing on his shoulder. " Stephen! It's hurts" she screamed and clawed at the bed. He didn't say anything, but just grabbed Olivia and dragged her to the left of them. He takes off her pants and pushes his fingers into her pussy. Olivia started squirming and trying to move away from the fingers that were disrespecting her body.
The two girls were moaning or begging. All of this was music to his ears, loving having complete control over the two. That's all he wanted, complete control in his life. He curls his fingers in Olivia's pussy and pounded into his lover's body. He already felt like he was about to bust and he just started.
He was gonna impregnate Y/N and make Olivia his sex slave. He kissed Olivia, shoving his tongue in her mouth, tasting her. He hums when she didn't fight him, allowing him to press his fingers deeper. Y/N was clawing at his stomach as he got a lot harder. She was crying feeling her pussy pulsate against his cock. She watches him pull away from Olivia's lips,focusing all his attention on her. He wraps his hand around her throat, kissing her. He pounds into her harder as Olivia cums on his fingers. He pulls his fingers out, pulling away from her. He shoved his fingers into her mouth, making her taste her friends. Her sucking on his fingers pushes him over the edge.
He fills her up and pulls out. He pants and smiles at the two tired women.
"don't ever run away again." he threatens his lover and she nods. She looked at her frenc and whimpered. She gave him a deal, two for the price of one and now her friend was trapped with her.
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Note: this is not as good because I was speed writing and I didn’t proofread it
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Just saw M.o.M and I was soo excited I was literally bouncing in my seat! 💜
Btw I made the drawing ^^ ♥️✨
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Destined
Pairing: Dark Wanda Maximoff x reader
Warnings: This story will contain dark themes, kidnapping, murder, and 18+ themes
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Part 1
Part 2
Part 3
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show and tell
summary: a white rose at the train station. his hand in yours at the zoo. his mother's golden mirror. does he love you or is he simply trying to gain the public's favour and secure the Plith prize? you're unsure. and so is he, until he very much isn't.
tags: coriolanus snow x fem!reader, slow burn (ish), fluff, angst, technically a happy ending but quite dark, purely based off the movie but I take some creative detours, CW for violence, mentions of starvation, toxic/manipulative behaviors and a semi-dark!snow (please read at your own discretion, take care of yourself above all else :))
☆ word count: 5.6K+ words ☆
⚠️ 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠: 𝐈 𝐝𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐜𝐨𝐩𝐲, 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐨𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐮𝐫𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐲 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐧 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐦 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐮𝐥𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞.⚠️
Coriolanus hates waiting.
The stillness, the eerie silence of an early morning at the Capitol train station. It eats away at his core.
His mouth tastes like copper, his throat's starting to itch from the dryness and there's a brief moment of fear as he ponders if he's making a huge mistake. A sharp whistle ringing through the station signals the train's arrival, and as his eyes adjust to the billowing grey smoke and a sea of white (the peace keepers), the flower in his left hand suddenly feels heavy. As if the weight of the situation is starting to bear on his shoulders.
He wasn't supposed to be here. If all had gone to plan, he would've already been the recipient of the Plinth Prize and taken the first car back home to buy his grandma'am some chocolates and Tigris a new dress. No more worrying. No more surviving on dwindled fortunes. No more pretending to fit in with high society.
Then, of course, the rules had to change. Viewership was down and it was of both Dean Highbottom's and Dr Gaul's opinion that what was missing was spectacle. Now, whoever the best mentor was in transforming their tribute into prime entertainment would win the prize.
"Your role is to turn these tributes into spectacles. Not survivors."
The silence that hung after this announcement in the Academy was heavy, but Coriolanus knew better than to show his true emotions on his face. After all, if there was one thing that he knew how to do as the star student of the Academy: it was to plan. And when he saw your... unruly introduction to the public, sneaking a snake down a woman's dress before cussing out the audience, it dawned on him that it would be a tall order to endear you to the public.
But not impossible.
The sounds of the tributes being roughly unloaded off the platform snaps him back into reality, his eyes easily landing on your figure as you jump off the train, your upper arms supported by the tribute (Jessup, Coriolanus recalls his name being) standing next to you. Pushing through the soldiers, the blonde nearly breaks into a small sprint to catch up to you as you turn your head upon hearing the sound of hurried footsteps.
"Welcome to the Capitol." the strange man in front of you says, before holding out a pristine white rose. It's a peculiar looking flower, you think, a kind of flower you've never seen before (at least, certainly not back in your home district). It looks almost artificial, you think, with how perfectly white and untouched its petals are.
The blonde assesses your cautious glance - the sunlight hitting the under color of your irises perfectly in a glistening twilight - and a fleeting thought passes by, that the tv camera didn't do your natural beauty justice. He has to suppress a smirk when you finally respond, narrowing your eyes at him with your arms crossing above your chest.
"You seem like you shouldn't be here."
He chuckles at that.
"I'm not supposed to be. And yet here I am." A pause. "But I'm your mentor. Coriolanus Snow."
That's a first, you think. Mentors for tributes.
"And what does my mentor do except bring me roses?" you question, flicking the buds with your fingers. Coriolanus just smiles.
"I do my best to take care of you."
Your supposed mentor says it so sincerely, you think, and he's obviously charming with his devilishly handsome looks and low whisper. But there's something that stops you from holding out your hand and taking the rose from his fingers. You suppose he isn't lying - after all, what would be the point of it - but there's something in his eyes that you can't quite explain.
Something that makes your stomach flutter in both excitement and dread.
"Move." the soldier behind you then barks, shoving you and Jessup forward. You decide to give your mentor one last grin and a quiet "see you later", thinking that's going to be the last you see of him for a while.
The last thing you expect is for him to jump into the back of the vehicle alongside the other tributes, drawing the eyre of a few who pin him against the moving vehicle and start taunting him with violence.
"You look rather out of place." the tall boy pinning Coriolanus drawls.
"I'm not, I can assure you. I'm here for (Y/n). I'm her mentor."
That puts the unwanted attention on you, as the other tributes begin to circle around you with sinister expressions twisting on their lips.
"Mentor, huh? How come little miss music gets one but not the rest of us?" a brunette girl drawls, eyeing you up and down.
The boy pinning Coriolanus down applies stronger pressure to his neck, and you rise in an attempt to intervene, but he meets your gaze discreetly and motions for you to remain seated.
"You all have a mentor, they're just... not here." he croaks.
"Right, and we're all supposed to believe you?" another girl, this one from district 4 you believe, taunts. "What's to say we shouldn't just kill you now?"
The blonde shoots you a nervous look and that's when you feel pity. Just like you, he's in a foreign environment and pretending to be brave. You suppose also that he's your only ticket out, your only chance of potential success at surviving in the games.
So you intervene.
"You could kill him. But then the moment this truck stops you'll all be gathered round and killed by the peace keepers. He's clearly Capitol. And if they're willing to hang District people simply for stealing, can't imagine what killing a member of the Capitol would mean for punishment."
That scares them off and Coriolanus sits down next to you, breathing heavily in an effort to catch his breath, before quietly thanking you.
"You really wanna thank me?" you quirk, leaning over to whisper in his ear. "Start by thinking about how I can actually win."
The truck then suddenly comes to a halt, and the next thing you know the truck is being tipped over and the doors fly open. Coriolanus grasps your arm in lightning speed, pulling you close towards him so that he'd hit the harsh ground first, absorbing most of the impact.
When you shakily stand up on your feet, you realize you're enclosed in a large metal cage akin to that of an animal enclosure. There's even an over enthusiastic TV presenter in the background, who now seems to have noticed your mentor and begins to call out to him.
"Where are we?" you breathe out, already shivering from the autumn cold.
The blonde barely shifts, only dusting off his suit in a calm manner.
"(Y/n) (L/n) from District 12, welcome to the Capitol Zoo. Would you like to meet my neighbors?" he jokes, eyes slyly shifting to the right to refer to the small audience that has now gathered around the TV presenter.
You hesitate, but then he takes your right hand in his before leaning over to whisper in your ear.
"You want to win, right? Good. I'd like to win as well. And the first thing you'll need to do? Perform for the cameras." Coriolanus accentuates the end of his sentence by sliding the rose behind your ear, a gesture which draws an excited reaction from the crowd.
Is your mentor doing it for the cameras or for something else? You're unsure. But given your desperation to win, and the fact that he clearly knows more about the games than you do, you decide to play along.
Warm hands twisting in the cold, Coriolanus drags your enjoined hands towards the TV camera as he does what he does best. Lie, smile, and charm the audience. Even when the attention turns to you, as Lucky Flickerman (that's his name, you learn) directs questions towards you, the blonde never lets go of your hand in his.
Before he leaves, as news of his rule-breaking spreads amongst the members of the public, you grab him out of desperation one last time.
"Please get us some food, we've been starving since the Reaping."
The blonde nods, but you can't help but feel anxious: not knowing if his previous gestures of kindness were just for show.
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"Who's that for?"
Coriolanus had meant to sneak the sandwiches and cookies into his spare napkin discreetly, but of course Clemensia had to be two steps behind him, interrogating his every move.
"Just not very hungry, that's all." he nearly grits through his teeth, forcing a fake smile.
The dark haired girl chuckles at that, shaking her head sideways.
"You don't have to lie to me, Snow. Especially me."
"... It's for (Y/n)." he quietly admits. She hums at that, picking at her own food from across the table.
"That's awfully nice of you. What, already going soft for some girl you met yesterday?" she teases, and it immediately elicits an angry refusal out of him.
"It's not like that." Coriolanus snaps, his sudden harshness making his classmate flinch in surprise. "I just... can't have her dying before the games even begin because she's not as well fed as the others."
Clemensia scoffs, flicking the rest of her orange peel into the trash.
"Honestly, Snow, I don't know why you bother. She's clearly not going to survive. I mean, have you seen the tributes from districts 1 and 3?"
Ignoring her comments, he wordlessly slips away from the table and hails a ride down to the zoo. News of his intentions travels fast and whilst he doesn't mind Sejanus' company, it takes intense effort to force himself to look away from Arachne when she tags along and decides to taunt a caged tribute with a glass bottle.
"You came back." you mutter, staring at the neatly wrapped napkin in disbelief. Coriolanus dislikes how surprised you sound, then hates himself more for caring about what you think.
Why do you care what she thinks? he scolds himself. She's just a tribute you're mentoring.
"Of course I did. Can't have my tribute dying before the games even begin, now can I?" he teases, feigning nonchalant.
The presence of academy mentors seems to have attracted a crowd, with a few photographers even pointing their lenses towards you and Coriolanus as his hand slips through the metal gates to meet yours to hand off the food. When your fingers touch his, a part of you wonders if he would've ever came back if there was no PR involved.
Too grateful and too hungry to care, you just say thank you, before breaking off a piece for Jessup and offering half a sandwich to your mentor.
"Oh no, I'm not hungry." he says out of instinct, surprised by your offering. You raise your eyebrows in response, pursing your lips.
"You sure about that? Because I could hear your stomach growl from a mile away." you retort.
"Right. Uh, thank you."
Biting into the soft bread, you chew, savoring every bite. A silence settles between the two of you as you both eat, right before you ask him a quiet question.
"... Did you get into a lot of trouble for what you did for me yesterday?" your eyes shine with worry, you nervously looking up at him for an answer. He finds himself again surprised by how much you seem to care.
Yes, he wants to say. I nearly got myself disqualified as a mentor and it would've been the end of my family's future in the Capitol. But he swallows his thoughts down, alongside the dry taste of the tuna sandwich.
"Not much. Actually, I was able to convince the gamemaster, Dr Gaul, to implement a few changes to the games."
"Really, like what?"
"To let the public send you donations. That way, I could send you supplies you needed into the arena - food, water, medicine. It'd mean having to do the extra job of playing to the public and getting them to root for your survival, but with a voice like yours, the songbird of Panem -"
Your smile drops at that, your gaze turning stern at his suggestion.
"I only sing when I please for an audience I choose." your eyebrows furrow, your usually sweet expression melting into something more sour. It's oddly cute, he thinks.
"I know, but I'm really going to need you to try. It's for your own survival. Our survival." he emphasizes, staring right into your eyes. You can't suppress your sad smile at that, crumbling the empty napkin in your hands.
"Are you sure it's not just for your survival?"
Your question haunts Coriolanus that night, alongside the sounds of broken glass and pained gasps as Arachne lies bleeding on the ground, having been stabbed in the neck by one of the tributes. When he quickly runs to his classmate, he doesn't get to see your expression, as you're ripped away by Jessup pulling you into safety in an instant and peace keepers swarm the scene in an effort to remain calm.
When he's back home and the crimson blood coating his hands have dried from where he was holding his dying classmate's wounds, he wonders if there's any truth to your answer.
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Everything changes at the arena tour.
You've not had much sleep. You're confused, you're angry, but most of all you've been haunted by your conflicting feelings towards your mentor and the name he'd called you - songbird. A silly little songbird, you think spitefully.
To sing and charm the very same public who had doomed her to a violent game of death.
It was absurd, really, that he'd even ask that. It made your stomach churn and your head ache at the thought of cheapening your craft for something so juvenile.
And yet, when you spot the familiar red suit and white blonde hair in the mass of other mentors at the arena, you can't help but feel warmth in your chest and stomach. A part of you even feels lucky, given that the other mentors seem to waste their time insulting their tributes or being too afraid to talk to them. Whilst Coriolanus, on the other hand, seems to be full of ideas to ensure your survival.
"The game master liked my suggestions. So the donations system is going to be implemented, with a broadcast beforehand for the tributes to get a chance to endear themselves to the public for donations." He's speaking so fast that you almost think he enjoys explaining the games to you. "Now what this means is that assuming you get enough donations, when the bell goes off, you don't go for the weapons. You don't fight. You just run as fast as you can, hide and stay alive for as long as you can."
"How can you even be sure I'll get enough donations for you to be able to send supplies?" you mutter, looking around at the other tributes. "A lot of these folks are a lot taller and stronger than I am. They've got a much better chance at surviving than I do."
Coriolanus surprises you by taking both of your hands in his, squeezing your palms tight in his cold palms.
"I know, but we have something none of the others have."
You scrunch your face in confusion.
"What's that?"
"A story. A strong connection between you and me, a Capitol mentor and a District 12 tribute. Not to mention, your incredible singing and songwriting. Match that with my knack for public relations and we'll have enough donations to send you any supplies necessary for your victory in the games."
You realize then that Coriolanus is unlike anyone else you've ever met. So confident, so sure, so perceptive of other people and their secret desires and pitfalls. His unwavering commitment to his beliefs is admirable, if not almost foolish, but you keep that part to yourself.
"How're you so sure I'll even survive the first few minutes?" you push back, still unconvinced, though you don't pull away from his hold. "And, again, I don't just sing for anyone."
The blonde opens his mouth to respond, but he's interrupted when a sudden cascade of dust and fire crumbles down from the ceiling of the arena. The sound of a bomb exploding reverberates as you're both thrown off of your feet by the impact. Your head is still ringing from the chaos when Jessup pulls at your sleeves, commanding you to walk away from the wreckage.
Rising onto shaky legs, you even spot another tribute running from the guards towards a blown out hole on the side of the building. And when your eyes meet with Coriolanus' frantic ones, his lower half trapped underneath rubble, you both recognize that you now have an unbridled chance to escape -
But you don't.
To the blonde's complete shock, you instead shove your friend off, screaming as you lift the heavy cement column with all your strength in an effort to pry the debris off of his body. With the help of a few peace keepers, it works, but Coriolanus falls into unconsciousness quickly as he succumbs to the excruciating pain of crushed ribs and bruised limbs.
The last thing he sees before he fades into darkness is your teary eyes, a sight he so badly wants to fix by wiping away your tears with his fingers...
When he eventually wakes, it's in a dark hospital next to his grandma'am and sister. There's a roar on the television screen as you're brought onto the broadcast, shy smile and a glittering guitar in hand. It hits him that you're actually going to sing.
"I didn't have a chance to... uh... write a new song. But I'd like to dedicate this performance to someone very special who's recently been hurt." you say into the mike, your eyes clearly brimming with nerves and doubt.
As you sing, there's a tight sensation in Coriolanus' chest once the lyrics settle into his mind - a small voice whispers in his mind that it's jealousy, for you singing about a boy back in your home town who broke your heart - but it's overwhelmed by the feelings of gratitude and awe that you'd ended up doing what he asked you to do. All that, after selflessly saving his life.
"A...are you okay, Coryo?" is all Tigris asks, brushing his hair back and gently guiding him back down onto bed upon seeing his expression twist into one of discomfort.
"She could've run."
"What?"
"At the arena. The blast blew open a large opening on the side of the stadium. I saw one of the tributes actually make it out that way." he lets out a shaky breath, hating you for what you've done to him to make him feel this way. "Damn it, Tigris. She could've run. She could've-"
A single tear drops from his left eye and onto his injured palm, his weak voice giving away his true emotions.
"She could've saved herself from even having to participate in the games. But she stayed. She fucking stayed behind to lift the debris off of me."
"She saved your life." his sister finishes for him, the atmosphere turning somber as she wraps her arms around his shoulder. "I'm just so glad that you're both safe."
As you retreat from the screen, the donation numbers only piling up higher as Lucky Flickerman closes out the broadcast, a hot fire lights up in Coriolanus' stomach.
He has to save you.
No matter what it takes.
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"You know he's just using you, right?"
After the broadcast, once it's revealed that you were given the largest amount of donations out of all the other tributes, Coral from District 4 corners you backstage.
"Pardon?" you fake ignorance, a small smile playing on your lips, which only seems to aggravate the girl further.
"Your pretty boy mentor. He's only been faking all sweet for you to get the public to send you donations. In fact, I bet he didn't even bother to try and pull himself out of the wreckage so that he could get more public sympathy.
You snap at that, all fake modesty melting away in an instant.
"You have no idea what the fuck you're talking about, Coral. Coriolanus isn't like that." you spit, but all she does is look down at you with a nasty smirk on her lips.
"Oh really? And how would you know, little songbird? Think he'd care about someone from district 12? And why do you think he wants you to win so badly? Because he's a good person?" she mocks, her face now a mere inches away from yours. "No. I reckon it's more for the prize money."
You can't sleep that night at the zoo, tossing and turning in the dark. Your mind can't seem to rest, torn between the adrenaline and dread for the games tomorrow, alongside the constant worry over Coriolanus' wellbeing and doubts over his genuinity and trustworthiness.
Coral's just trying to get in my head. you repeat to yourself, over and over again. You're on the edge of sleep, exhausted and upset by your conflicting emotions, when you hear a familiar voice coming from the darkness.
It sounds like Coriolanus.
You sit up straight, and it's true: he's here, and he's whispering your name repeatedly, beckoning you towards the front of the cage and away from your sleeping competitors. Suddenly, the overwhelming exhaustion and fatigue disappears, and you find yourself gravitating towards the only person you've been thinking about for the past 24 hours.
"Coryo, you're... you're alright." you sigh out, almost overwhelmed with relief. You don't even realize you're crying until his hands reach up and brush away your tears, his warm hand a stark contrast to the freezing cold of the night.
"I am. All thanks to you, songbird." he breathes out, his fingers tracing the ripples of your cheeks. His head feels dizzy and his hands tremble as he searches his pockets for his mother's golden compact mirror.
"Don't call me that." you weakly laugh, as he does too. "What's this?" you ask, staring at the object he’s folded gently into your hands.
"It's for you to use in the arena. Now listen to what I say very carefully. Don't breathe this in, don't spill it on yourself, and only use it when you really need to." he slowly explains, as if he's terrified that you're going to harm yourself by merely carrying it in your pockets.
"Is... is this allowed? For you to sneak in and give me this?" you whisper, looking around your surroundings, but it's pitch black.
The blonde purses his lips, using every muscle in his body to keep his expression neutral.
No, it's certainly not allowed. I am risking my life, as well as my family's future, by doing this.
"That's not important. What is important is that the blast from the arena has created a hole leading out to a bunch of service tunnels. I tested it out myself, it leads towards the outside, far away from the peace keepers."
"Wait, I don't understa-"
Desperation grabs a hold of him, and it's a foreign feeling - the crushing despair of wanting to protect someone that he can't, the burning urge to want to put someone else ahead of him for once.
"What I need you to do tomorrow, (Y/n), is to run. The moment the alarm rings, don't even think of running towards the weapons or fighting the others. Don't even hide anymore. Just… just run towards the tunnels, by yourself, and get out."
"But what about Jessup-" you hiccup. Your head's spinning, confused and horrified by your mentor's change of plans and the prospect of leaving behind your friend to die in the arena.
"Forget about him." Coriolanus snaps. Suddenly, his eyes are cold and his voice is firm, commanding you as if you have no choice in the matter. "In there, he's as dangerous as the other tributes. You can't trust anyone, not even your supposed friends, okay? The games, they-" he chokes on his own words, and there's something again in Coriolanus' eyes that you can't quite decipher. "They bring out the worst in people. Promise me you'll run."
It makes your stomach twist in anxiety.
"I-"
"Please."
As he begs, his face crumbles, his voice so desperate and feeble that you can't find it in yourself to say no.
"I... I'll try." you relent, and he lets out a sigh of relief at your agreement.
"Good. Perfect." He takes your head in his hands and softly kisses your temple. "I won't let you die in there, okay? Just like you took care of me after the explosion. I'm going to take care of you."
"I'm your mentor. I do my best to take care of you."
Coriolanus' words from the train station echo in your head as you nod, pocketing the mirror deep inside your dress to hide it away from plain sight.
"Will I... will I be able to see you, after the games?"
You immediately feel stupid for even asking that. Everyone knows winning the games merely allows your return to your home district. And on all logical accounts, it wouldn't make any sense for the man to give up his life in the Capitol to follow you back to 12.
But he smiles at your innocent question, only nodding whilst squeezing your hands in the dark. To your feeble heart and mind, it feels like a genuine promise.
"Of course, my songbird. I'll do whatever it takes."
"Don't make promises you can't keep." you whisper.
"I never do."
And for the first time, you think you actually believe him wholeheartedly.
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You can't believe it.
You've won.
You were so sure you were going to die once the snakes had been released, eyes closing shut once the venomous snakes began to crawl up your skin, but as you continued to sing... The reptiles simply slithered by your side, remaining docile and non-threatening. And based on the snakes' sudden change of behavior and Highbottom's scowl when he announced you as the victor of the 10th Hunger Games - "consider yourself lucky, little girl, as it seems your mentor was willing to break more than a few rules for you" - your stomach churns at the realization that Coriolanus kept his promise.
He did whatever it took to get you out.
Even cheating.
You've only heard whispers of the punishments for cheating at the Capitol. But based on the frequent hangings of rebels in your home district, you can't imagine that the punishment would be very kind.
Weeks have passed since your victory, since the last time you've even seen Coriolanus, but it does nothing to erase him from your mind. You still see his faint silhouette in the mornings, when your eyes have barely adjusted to the morning light and there's a pile of clothes sitting on the chair beside your bed. You think you hear his voice amongst the sea of strangers’ conversations, calling out for his 'songbird'. And you swear you see his face in every crowd at the bar.
Unbeknownst to you, Coriolanus is having the same struggles on the opposite end of the country. Luckily, bearing the last name Snow meant his punishment for cheating was to be lighter than the usual hanging: mandatory military service. District 8. But he's sure to bring his last few bills to bribe the immigration officer for a transfer to 12.
All to come find you.
He suffers through the first week of training - grueling hours, hanging ceremonies, endless ramblings from Sejanus about making a change for the better. He pretends not to notice Sejanus establishing connections within the rebel community, until he can’t ignore it anymore. After all, Coriolanus simply can't afford his friend’s idealism and recklessness to get him killed too, and potentially you, when you're thought to be linked to the movement by mere virtue of association.
Especially not you, Coriolanus thinks.
After the games, of having to watch you bleed, sob and fight for hours on end as he stood helplessly, only able to watch: even the passing thought of your death elicits a violent reaction in him. He'll do anything for you.
Even if that means turning in his only friend to prove his loyalty to the Capitol.
It's an unremarkable Wednesday night for you when you're singing a song at the bar, black guitar in hand and the smell of booze thick in the air, when your eyes come across a familiar face.
It takes you a few seconds, of course. You almost think it’s a hallucination, if it wasn’t for the sea of other soldiers surrounding him, validating his presence. His fluffy white locks are gone, replaced with a clean buzz cut. He's lost a bit of weight, his shoulders more broad and rough from military training, and the lack of expensive bright fabrics draped around his figure is jarring at first. But it suits him, you think.
The song can't finish any faster before you're slinging your guitar to the back and rushing up to Coriolanus, immediately throwing your arms around him. He stiffens in your embrace before relaxing, his arms finding your waist and squeezing you tightly. And you can't help but savor every essence of his being: he smells of sweat and coal (unlike his Capitol uniform which always smelled of florals and clean linen) and you can feel the cool metal of his dog tags press against your collarbone at this angle.
"You came back for me." you breathe out, still not believing that he's in front of you. Your ex mentor just smiles, tapping your cheeks with his hands.
"Said I'd never break a promise, now didn't I?"
As the next performer goes up on stage, recapturing the attention of the audience, you pull him away towards the back room, far away from the bustling crowds and twinkling lights.
"I've thought of you every day, my songbird." Coriolanus whispers against your skin once you two are away from the crowds, his head falling forwards into the nape of your neck.
Your cheeks warm at his comment, your fingers coming up to play with the dog tags around his neck, before a light chuckle escapes your lips.
"What's so funny? Did you not miss me?" the blonde teases, and you shake your head sideways in denial.
"Of course I missed you. I missed you more than you could imagine."
"Then what's the chuckle for?"
You let out a short sigh, not knowing if it’d be wise to bring it up. But all he does is encouraging you, looking deep into your eyes and nodding, urging you to say what’s on your mind. You relent, shoulders sagging.
"It's just... when I won the games, Highbottom congratulated me. But not for winning the games. But for surviving you." you awkwardly chuckle in hopes of diffusing the seriousness of your question. "Is it true, Coryo?"
"What are you getting at?" is his response, coy and low. You can't tell if he's amused, annoyed or disturbed.
Or all three at once.
"There's rumors, you know. I heard that you... you had to kill a tribute." you whisper, as if what you’re saying is the biggest secret in the world. "Is it true?"
Coriolanus pauses at that, the smirk on his face dropping for a fraction of a second before he's cupping your face and lifting your gaze to meet his eyes. His stare is so strong, so unwavering, almost to the point of unnerving you. But it's matched with such warmth and softness in his touch as he strokes your hair.
"You have to understand, darling… It was just like the snakes. If I hadn't rigged the game by getting the snakes used to your smell so they wouldn't attack you, you would've died. And if I hadn't killed the tribute charging at me when I had to sneak into the arena to rescue Sejanus-" he sighs, slow and long. He looks as if he’s thinking hard. "I had to, my songbird. I had to do it to protect you. To take care of you." he emphasizes.
You're not sure what kind of an answer you wanted, but you're unable to respond immediately, as it slowly dawns on you that this man both cheated and killed another person for you.
His response to your silence is a swift kiss, calloused hands dropping to your waist to pull you in close, the gesture desperate and messy. Breathing heavily when he parts from you, he kisses you once more, this time a short peck which is more rough and demanding.
"I would do anything for you, (Y/n) (L/n). Anything for you."
Coriolanus chooses to keep quiet about the fact that technically, he could've just injured the tribute charging towards him instead. Or that it felt freeing to have ended the tribute’s life. Or that just a few hours ago, he tipped off the Capitol about Sejanus' rebellion. All in an effort to secure your unbridled safety. So that he doesn’t ever have to let go of you again.
"Now, where are your manners, my songbird? Aren't you going to thank me?" he whispers against your lips, smoothing out your hair.
"T-thank you, Coryo." you manage to stutter.
He smiles at that, kissing the top of your head as he sways you from side to side.
"Of course, love. Don't worry. We’re going to be just fine. In fact, everything will be fine from now on."
As you peak out from under his embrace, you're not so sure if you can believe him anymore.
a/n: leave it to a new hunger games movie and Tom Blyth playing young!Snow to make me return from my 1.5 year long writing hiatus.
I'm quite nervous about this one as it's my first time writing for a semi-dark character and also because it's been so long since I posted my writing on here... But I hope you enjoyed, please leave a comment, like, reblog, etc if you liked it. If this one is received well I might go ahead and post the other Snow fics currently sitting in my drafts!!!
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𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐲 | part three
summary: on the anniversary of the day you dread, an unexpected visitor shows up at your home to console you.
word count: 1108
warnings: death of loved ones, implied depression
authors note: I'm not going to lie, I have no idea what happened. I started writing this immediately after I published the second part and then just left tumblr completely. i didn’t actually finish this until yesterday when i was writing on my computer instead of listening to my English lecture.
+ also this might be one of the saddest things I have ever written
+ + I just realized I have 80 followers!!! Thank you all so much!!
It's been a year since your parents passed, so it goes without saying that today wasn't the greatest for you. Despite the several calls and texts you've received by relatives giving you their condolences, you were alone. You didn't mind though, you wanted to be alone right now. Even if you knew how unhealthy it was.
So, here you are, lying in bed in your gloomy apartment, contemplating what has come of your life. You couldn't believe it had been a year; it only felt like a couple of days. You definitely remembered it like it was a couple days ago. The fleeting memory of receiving the news of their deaths replayed in your mind daily, like your conscience wouldn't let you forget it, no matter how hard you tried.
Soon enough, an endless cloud of sadness washed over you, and you found it increasingly difficult to get out of bed every day. You missed them terribly, and it didn't help that the guilt of their deaths was eating away at you.
The way you saw it, it was your fault.
After receiving an unexpected promotion at work, you'd decided it was time to take a much needed vacation. You'd been out of the country a couple of times for college, but it was always for academic reasons; but now you were going to enjoy yourself. And you did. In fact, it was the best time of your life.
But unfortunately for you, all good things have to come to an end.
The night you landed you asked your parents to meet you at the airport to pick you up but you had forgotten to tell them that your flight had been delayed and that you would be landing later than you had told them. According to the police, it was a robbery gone horribly wrong and both of your parents were killed on the scene.
So now here you are a year later, trying to drown out your sorrows by sleeping all day.
You rolled to your side and took your phone from your nightstand to check the time.
The brightness of the screen nearly blinded you, but you made out "10:04 AM."
So you hadn't slept all day. Great.
You were contemplating on going back to sleep and ignoring reality for the rest of the day but as soon as you started to drift off to sleep, a soft knock at the door woke you back up.
You wanted to ignore it but when the knock came again you knew that the person behind the door wouldn't go away. So with a groan, you roll out of bed and make your way towards your front door.
Too tired to look through the peephole to to see who was behind the door, you figured if it was a murderer you would just want to get it over with, you unlocked it and pulled it open, surprised to see the familiar face you were met with.
"Wanda?" You say, completely flabbergasted.
However, the brunette woman smiled. "Hey, Y/n"
You quickly straightened your slouchy posture and attempted to appear as unbothered as possible. "Hey, Wanda. What are you doing here?"'
Wanda's gaze briefly shifted to the floor before returning to yours. "Well, I dropped my boys off at school a little while ago and I remembered you telling me when anniversary of your parents passing was so I wanted to stop by and see how you were doing"
Despite your friendly relationship with Wanda, this still caught you off guard.
You and the brunette woman had grown close in the past year. You were both dealing with grief when you joined the support group last year. However, after one particular session of having to share your experiences with each other, you and Wanda quickly found comfort in each other. Gradually, you noticed that Wanda was opening up more, and that dark cloud that you knew was looming over her began to lift.
While you were overjoyed for her, you couldn't say the same for yourself.....even now.
Even though you knew she knew about your parents, the fact that she remembered warmed your heart.
"Oh," You blankly respond to Wanda's consideration, unsure of what to say. It takes you a second moment before you can muster up a "Thank you."
Wanda nods, "Of course." She fumbles with her fingers for a second and if you weren't solemnly focused on her you would've missed it. "May I come in?"
You simply take a step back and open the door wider to let her in. She takes this gesture as a 'yes' and steps inside. You close and lock the door behind her before throwing on the best smile you could conjure up.
"Thank you for coming to check on me, really, but I'm fine" You tell her, trying to lighten the mood. But by the way she inspected your living room and looked back at you, you could tell she didn't believe you.
"What?" You chuckled nervously as she stared at you, worried that she could see through the facade you put up.
And she did.
Her stare towards you softened, as though she could see the pain that you were trying to hide behind your eyes, and spoke, her voice soft; "Y/n...."
"Hmm?" You ask, trying to keep yourself from crying.
“Y/n, I know you’re not okay” She tells you, gently placing her hand on your arm like she wanted to talk all of your pain away with a simple touch. “And that’s okay. You don’t have to hide from me”
The thought of saying something to deceive her of your burgeoning grief crossed your mind but instead you stayed silent. A single tear slips down your cheek and that lets Wanda know everything she needed to know.
Not knowing how you’d take it, but fearful that you were going to break down, Wanda engulfs you into a hug. Her warm body heat was twisted with your cold one as you hugged her back, continuing to cry into her shoulder. She pets the back of your head, reassuring you that she’s here and that you don’t have to go through this alone.
Not anymore.
In that moment, you wished that, that hug would last forever. And you wish that even more now.
“Wanda…” You mutter as your eyes fluttered open. For a moment, you're at peace, feeling the woman you long to see again still in your mind. But when you realize where you are, the feeling fades.
Instead it’s replaced with fear. Fear of being trapped with Wanda.
But not your Wanda.
The Scarlet Witch.
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Aiming to get the 2nd part of my Sinister Strange story “You Belong To Me” out by end of the day Wednesday.
In addition to that, I decided to do a NSFW alphabet for Sinister Strange. Partly because I haven’t seen anyone do this yet. Partly because it’s helping my flush out my thoughts on his character.
So there will be lots of Sinister Strange smuttyness coming!
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Deranged and Deceptive {2} || dark!Sinister Strange
Summary: Days have passed and your Stephen hasn't come to rescue you yet. When the opportunity presents itself, it's time to take matters into your own hands.
Warnings: 18+ only, kidnapping, Stockholm Syndrome, chemical attack, angst, dark themes.
WC: 1549
Dr Strange Masterlist || Part One
The terrain was barren and you truly believed there was no one left in this universe except for you and Stephen. There were no signs of life beyond the sanctum at all. It was gut-wrenching to think that everyone you ever knew in your universe had been obliterated here, all because of him.
You looked over to Stephen, his stormy grey eyes fixated on you as the herbal he had made for cooled in your hands. You couldn’t stomach anything he made you, you didn’t know what he might put in it. So you stood at the window at the top of the observatory and waited. One day. One day your husband would come.
“Don’t look at me like that.” He uttered as he rose from the torn leather chair he had watched you from. “I’m not a monster.”
“No, you’re a protector.” You said, placing the full mug on the top of the piano. “You’re meant to help people, not this.”
His nostrils flared as he crossed the room and pressed his nose to yours. “This is me protecting you. This is me saving you from the universes that you are fated to die in. I lost you once already and I’m not the only one.”
Your eyebrows knitted in confusion as he reached for the bound book strapped to his hip, something he did whenever he was becoming unhinged. “What do you mean?”
“Every night I see you die in my arms.” He growled as he crushed you to his chest, your arms limp at your side. “Every night one of us loses you. We never save you. Don’t you understand? I have to save you.”
You struggled to pull yourself from his tight embrace but you broke free, knocking the mug over in the process and jumping as it shattered across the floor. You feared his reaction at the mess and he scoffed as he saw it too.
“I’m not going to hurt you, darling.” He soothed as he caressed your cheek softly. “I told you, I’m not a monster.”
You nodded numbly and bent down to begin picking up the broken remnants of the mug, hissing when you caught your finger on a sharp shard. “Is there still a cleaning cupboard here?”
“First floor cupboard by the stairs.” He said with a nod to the door. “The front door is spellbound so don’t try to leave. There are things more dangerous than me that lurk in the shadows.”
Your skin prickled at the thought but you nodded dutifully and made your way to the cupboard. You had known he didn’t do a lot of cleaning from the state of the sanctum and you were happy to find an array of bottles lined up on the shelf along with a first aid kit. It had been a long time since you took science in school but one lesson you had been repeatedly taught was what not to mix.
You shook the spray bottle that had a surface cleaning label on it and took it with a rag back up to the top floor. Stephen had returned to his chair with a book in his hand, looking serene as he turned the pages and smiled up at your entrance. It shouldn’t have made your heart flutter but when he smiled it was hard to discern him from your husband.
“Leave that a moment.” He said as he sensed the smile almost rising for him and curled a finger at you. “It can wait.”
You took a deep breath before your feet moved and he spread his legs expectedly, waiting for you to take a seat on his lap. He had been playing this game for days, ebbing away at your resolve and hoping you would give in to him. You had barely allowed him to touch you since waking up the first morning after arriving but it didn’t stop him trying.
Placing the spray bottle and rag on the table beside the chair, he grinned before his hands grabbed your hips and guided you onto his lap. Your body tucked into the curve of his and his arms wrapped around you, holding you intimately as a false sense of security grew between you. Your head rested on his shoulder and you were struck by the familiar scent you had inhaled a million times.
“See how perfectly we fit together.” You nodded, not trusting your voice as you looked up at him, his finger brushing over the bandaid on yours. “We were made for each other in every universe. It’s called a Constant.”
He took the book that was strapped to his hip and placed it on the table beside the rag before tapping its dark surface. “Every universe has its own timeline that is shaped by the choices of every being within it. But, there are moments that happen across every timeline and they are called a Constant. Our love is a Constant…as is your death.”
“Everyone dies, Stephen, that is surely a Constant for everyone.” You tried to lighten the mood but his eyes remained tormented by a memory.
“You died sacrificing yourself for me.” He croaked. “You always die the same way, in my arms.”
A teardrop escaped his lashes and rolled down his cheek, the ache in your heart changing as it hurt for him and his loss. You brushed the tear away and he turned to look at you, the pain receding as his eyes hardened and his hold tightened.
“I will not lose you again.” He promised. “You are mine.”
The grip was beginning to hurt and you were not strong enough to pull away so you did the only thing you could think of to distract him. Shock and surprise froze him as your lips pressed to his but it was short lived before took control and deepened it, his tongue lashing across your lips for access.
Your body betrayed you as it warmed at his touch, his hands easing gently down your body and shifting you to straddle his hips. You could feel him pressing against your core through your clothes and a traitorous sigh broke through your lips. You couldn’t do this, not again. This was not your Stephen. This was a Stephen that had lost another version of you and nothing more.
One hand trailed down his chest and over the buckle to his trousers, his eyes fluttering shut as he indulged in the surrender of your touch. Nuzzling into his neck, you turned his head away so you could kiss the sensitive spot that left him writhing under you.
Your fingers gripped the spray bottle and eased it as close as you could before you pulled away. The bottle felt more like a gun as you raised it to his face and pulled the trigger as hard and fast as you could, his screams deafening you as tried to wipe the acid from his face. You leapt from his lap as he thrashed but still you sprayed more before grabbing the rag and pressing it over his nose and mouth.
“I’m sorry.” You whimpered as his fight began to wane, limbs falling heavy to his side. The bleach and rubbing alcohol concoction burnt the cut on your finger but you could hardly feel it. “I’m sorry you lost your wife. But, I can’t be her replacement.”
His eyes rolled into the back of his head and you slipped the watch from his wrist to check the time and date. The glint of the engraving underneath left you nauseous as it held the exact same message you had gotten engraved for you Stephen but you pushed it to the back of your mind and ran out of the room.
There were few relics you had paid any attention to but there was one that you had used. Sinum temporis, literally meant Pocket of Time. Wong had instructed you that if anything happened to him or Stephen, the safest place to go would be the Pocket of Time and you only hoped its use wasn’t a Constant or else he would know about it.
You dashed along the aisles of the refectory until you found the clay urn inscribed with a language you couldn’t read. You had no idea how long the homemade chloroform would last so you grabbed the heavy urn and placed it on the ground.
3:58PM, 18th September 2021. You committed the date and time to memory as you lifted your foot to step into the urn. Your foot disappeared into the spell and the rest of your body was quick to follow. You had no idea if and when your husband would find you and release you from the single moment of time you were stepping into but you had faith that he would come. Like the mirror dimension, the Pocket of Time existed outside of the physical realm. It was a single point on the timeline that you would be preserved in until an outside force released you. You couldn’t age, you couldn’t die. You would have no memory of entering or exiting. If you exited at all, the only thing you would remember was everything leading up to 3:58PM, 18th September 2021.
#sinister!strange#dark!dr strange#dr strange x reader#dr strange x poc!reader#dr strange fanfic#dr strange imagine#dark!fic#tw: kidnapping
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Drown in it- sinister strange x reader.
Summary: you had been a lost victim to sinister strange for a while now and the sex started getting boring for you. So, now he has decided to try something new. A new thing to cause you a different type of pain.
Warnings: waterboarding, head in bucket, Stockholm syndrome, dub-con, whipping. Minors do not interact, please.
A forgotten victim in another universe, Y/N, was completely lost to the world that she left behind. She had been left with him, the him that she had fallen in love with, thinking that she deserved the beaten and whippings that he gave out. Her body belonged to him and she gave it up to her for a semi- comfortable life.
But, he had said this multiple times, over the span of a couple of weeks, that the sex was getting unbearably boring. He stopped touching the woman for a few days because he didn't want to have boring sex anymore. She thought he had stopped and that the pain was over. That they could finally have a normal relationship. Like her Stephen strange in her old universe.
That was until he came with a new way to torture the poor woman.
It was a cold winter morning in the sanctum and Y/N sat there with a cup of hot coffee. She let it warmed her soul as she looked around the cold, dark place. She didn't like the fact that she couldn't have warmth in this quiet, eerie universe was slightly upsetting. She always had warmth and comfort with her old Stephen. She wondered if he would ever come back for her. If so, how would she tell him that she loved the sinister version of him?
She sips her hot coffee and shakes the thoughts out of her head, trying to forget the old Stephen. " honey, can you come here for me?", she hears her lover calling for her. She puts her mug down and walks to the back, " yes? Where are you, Stephen?"
"In our bedroom " he yelled back and she walked further to the end of the hallway. When she walks in, she seen Stephen sitting there with a belt and a bucket of cold water, smiling at her with a wicked twist.
He makes the come here motion with his fingers and pats his thigh. " come sit on my lap, hon. I want to try something new. Ada a little more pain to our sex life." he says, with an amusing tone in his voice as you drooled. He may have taken you forcefully, but his dark presence and stature made him incredibly more attractive then her old Stephen.
She takes a few steps towards him, before sitting on his lap. His hands immediately go up to her hips and pulls her towards his chest, flushing her completely against her. His hands start traveling down and squeezing her ass making the poor thing gasp. She looked up at him, pressing herself closer, making him feel her perky nipples against his chest, trying to tease him.
He chuckles at her pathetic attempt and reaching in front of them, going up her shirt, pinching her nipples. She lets out a breathy moan. She squirmed on his crotch, whimpering. He rubbed her nipples around in figure 8s. " you wanna take off your shirt, my drear.", it was more of a statement then a question. He isn't given her a choice, but telling her to take it off. She nods and pulls off her tee-shirt, letting her perky breasts fall down out of her shirt.
"good girl...such a good girl, you are. I should reward you because you have been so damn good lately. But, you gotta let me have my fun first, alright." he praises her and making her blush. She nods as warmth settled in her heart. She loved the praises, it always made her feel amazing and made this relationship worth it. She soon and bounces at bit.
He chuckles and slaps her ass. “ well, go on. Strip and I want you ass up, face down. " he demanded and it made her giggle. She gets on the bed and strips down, until her most private areas are on display for the sinister doctor. He smiles and gets up from his seat, walking past the bucket of water. He licks his hand and starts teasing her pussy.
"ah! Stephen.... Mmm..", her body jerks back, but was pulled back by his firm hands.
"don't pull away, honey. Don't be a bad girl, stay good for me." he presses down on the middle of her back, keeping her place and making her arch her back. He pulls his hand away. "remember, count for me, drearie” he says, rubbing her ass.
She nods and prepares herself for the belt. His whippings were always hard, even if he wasn't mad. She hated when he had the belt, but he wanted to do this and she would do whatever the hell he wanted, even if it did hurt. She feels a hard smack on her ass, the belt buckle hitting her thigh.
She jumps. " ow! O-one... "
He hits her ass again.
"two!"
It keeps going until they reach 20. Her ass felt raw and her thighs were covered in arousal. He grabs her hair and yanks her up, making her grab at his hand at the roughness. " wait! Stephen! Not so rough!",shefelled out as he grabs the bucket of cola water and puts the woman on her knees. He doesn't give her a time to think as he pushed her head under the water.
She started to scream as he quickly takes off his pants and boxers. He slammed in, holding her wet hair while she struggled. Her lungs was filling up with water and she felt that she was going to drown when he pulls her head up. She gasps for air and her lungs were burning like hellfire was burning her lungs, shriveling them up into pieces of coal.
Her wet hair and face froze in the nipping winter air of the dark universe. She shook as he pounded her, getting riled up listening to her struggle to breath. "Just like that, baby." he laughs a sadistic laugh as she gripped the sides of the bucket, moaning out his name with a shaky voice. That's when dunked her head back under the water, letting her lungs fill up more with freezing water.
If she didn't know better, she'd think he was trying to kill her. The way he was dunking her head like she was a damn donut and the water was black coffee. Her pussy fluttered around him as he pushed balls deep. She opened her mouth, moaning and he took the opportunity to bury her face in the water. Her nose and mouth filled with water. Okay, she was actually started to drown.
She scratched his hands and arms as her vision started to get black dots. Her body was starting to shut down and she was in incredible pain. She screamed and it only caused more water to fill her lungs. Stephen was enjoying the view from above, watching her struggle and impaling her with dick. It made him cum more quicker than he thought.
She felt him cum, so was he gonna pull her out of this water? Was he gonna kill her? Before she could find the truth, she passed out.
".."
" hon, wake up." his soft voice pulled her out unconsciousnesses. She looked up to find her concerned lover. He actually thought he killed her. She blinks and he smiles.
"Ready for your reward?"
He really could be sinister.
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