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Marvel Masterlist

Dr. Strange

His (Dark, Smut, Noncon)

Other characters coming soon..

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His - Stephen Strange

Warning: Dark, Noncon, Smut, kidnapping

The moment you knew, it was too late.

You should’ve noticed his darkened demeanor, far different from his usual one, the eyebags hanging low from his eyes nor the scars that littered his skin now that the light shined upon them.

He was not the Stephen you knew.

“Stephen…”

“You’re alive..” It was a sentence he replied over and over again; like he was looking at a ghost. His bloodied fingers reached towards your cheeks, and at the contact, you backed away, but he stepped forward.

“I missed you, so much.” He whispered, thumb running down your cheek, teary eyes that you now did not recognize any longer staring back at you.

But the same voice called out your name, though it didn’t fall from his lips. You turned around to find Stephen, your Stephen, at the doorway with a ghastly look upon his face.

“Stay away from her.”

“You told me she was dead.” You looked back and forth between the two of them, the confusion growing and the headache slowly settling in.

Stephen, yours, stepped forward to grab you away from him. “She is dead. Yours is dead.”

Heart thumping loudly, you let go of his hand and stepped back. You were used to whatever crazy situation his ‘job’ constantly put the both of you in, but this, this was pure madness. And it was messing with your mind, spinning and spinning until it threatened to come out.

It didn’t. The last thing you saw before you went under is the familiar glow of your lover’s power.

~

You awoke in an unfamiliar bed with a pounding headache. A groggy noise made its way out of you, last night’s events replaying in your mind.

“Welcome back.”

Your heart took a leap. It wasn’t him. “Turns out one of the benefits of losing you, was the madness that followed after. I spent years trying to get you back, that I ultimately became the stronger one.”

“Where’s Stephen?” You muttered, looking around the room.

“I am here.”

“You know who I mean.”

Calloused hands gripped your chin, softer than what you were used to. You fought back the sinking sensation as his eyes grew closer to yours, his gaze falling to your lips. “Do you know the agony I was in when I lost you?”

You let out a breath, unknowingly growing closer to him. “The misery I felt?”

This was indeed not your Stephen. He never spoke to you this way. “You’re the love of my life.” The way your name slipped off his lips so softly made you sink further into the bed.

“Stephen..”

“Please… let me.”

“You’re not you.. Not him. Not Stephen. The one I know.” A low grunt left his lips as you pulled away, your senses coming back to you. This is wrong, on so many levels. He was not the man you fell in love with.

“I’m not losing you twice.” He was talking to himself, a large hand flying to your lower back, pushing you towards the bed. You fell backwards with a grunt, and before you could get back up, both of his arms had caged you as he pulled himself on top of you.

“Please, please.. don’t hurt me.” The first tear fell, followed by small sobs, hands flying to your face as a shield. “Don’t you understand?” He was angrier, fingers gripping your chin with such force that it made you cringe, both your hands locked above your head.

“I would never do that, my love.”

Your cries were muffled with the intrusion of his lips on yours, rough and demanding. You squirmed under his body weight, and realized what a mistake that was when you felt a bulge growing against your stomach.

He bit your lower lip, earning a whine from you, though that only seemed to spur him on. Next thing you knew his tongue was in your mouth and you were gasping for breath. This wasn’t familiar. You were used to soft, gentle and quick kisses, not ones that were demanding, rough and painful. But you complied anyway, knowing the lengths that he can go to, so you moved your lips against his while tears streamed down your face.

His hand left your chin and traveled down, sliding under your shirt to find the soft flesh of your breast, and squeezed so hard that you gasped in his mouth.

Long fingers found your bud, twisting and pulling til you arched your back, chest pressed against him for some kind of release. “That’s it, let go for me.” He let go of your lips, now pink, puffy and wet, a strand of saliva connected to his, inches away from you.

You were catching your breath, hips pressed together, when his fingers let go of your bud and grasped the edge of your pants.

“I’ll show you how much I love you.” You froze in horror as his hand went under your pants, finding the elastic band.

“You belong to me.” He was whispering in your ear, placing soft kisses around your neck as he traveled further down.

“I’ll make sure of it.” A loud cry escaped your lips as his fingers entered you forcefully.

#stephen strange #smut #noncon #dubcon #angst #dark #dr strange #doctor strange #benedict cumberbatch #marvel multiverse #multiverse #dsmom #yandere #stalker #kidnapping #steven strange

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then why haven’t i found it

we exist for love btw

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His Beloved

Diluc Ragnvindr x Reader

mentions of noncon, yandere, pregnancy, slight smut

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He always finds you. With Diluc, it’s only a matter of time. But wherever you go, how far you go, he always finds you.

A part of you wondered why you insist on running away still, did you secretly enjoy this chasing game? In a sick way, did it spur you on? No, that can’t be it, can it?

You’re somewhat convinced what he feels for you is the furthest thing away from love; or some sick version of it. Sure, he wants to keep you safe, happy, fulfilled, but only if you’re by his side. He claims you’re the cause that keeps his blood flowing in his veins, the reason he still goes on. But to you, he isn’t the same.

The realization came crashing down to you when you stared at two blue lines, heart pounding so fast it could be heard from three miles away. Pregnant..? But you always, always made sure to take your herbs. Could he have switched them? A rush of cold wind went down and you pushed the thought away; if he knew, he would have brought it up immediately.

But now you’re carrying his child, his heir, and a hand flew protectively to your stomach, dreading your future and whatever may happen.

Sure, Diluc has never laid hands on you; if you don’t count how he forced you to lay with him, but he would be even more obsessive knowing that you’re carrying his heir, something he has always prayed for.

~

Sitting in the furthest table from the front door, your fingers fiddle with the edge of a cup, trying not to flinch every time the door bell rings, new customers coming in and out of the tavern.

Far out somewhere in the outskirts of Mondstat, you hoped there would be more time before he’d find you. You wanted to come to terms with your situation, you needed to understand and swallow your current reality. Tomorrow you’d start the long trip to Inazuma, and with that thought lay a tiny ember of hope; that maybe you’d be free. Maybe.

But you were quickly proved wrong when the door swung open, revealing what nightmares were made of. Diluc Ragnvindr stood, hair stuck to the sides of his face from the pouring rain, eyes a blazing heat that could burn this whole place down in an instant.

His gaze quickly finds you, and as he spoke, shivers went down your spine and you found yourself shaking.

“Everyone, get out.”

In a span of ten seconds, everyone scrambled to find their way out, knowing it was pouring rain, but they’d rather be soaked in the dead of the night than face the wrath of the young Ragnvindr master.

Painfully slow were his steps, with each passing second you found yourself struggling to breathe. You tried to keep calm, and avoided his gaze.

“Look at me.” He was calm, two fingers sliding down your chin to meet your eyes. You saw the molten fire in his, how it softened slightly at the sight of yours.

“I know you’re carrying my child.” He spoke softly, angling his face down closer to yours, his other hand sliding across your belly, rubbing soft circles that made you shiver. “Let’s go home.”

You didn’t try to refuse him.

~

That night, in your chambers, he seemed gentler, careful with you, treated you as if you were the most fragile thing in the world.

“Don’t ever leave me again.” He said between thrusts, a whine leaving your lips as he stroked the side of your face, slowly wiping away your tears.

“Diluc, please..”

“We’re going to have a baby.” Softly, he lowered down to catch your lips, kissing you as you both met your release.

His face now buried in your neck, chests heaving and pressed against one another, you wrapped your hands around his neck and caught your breath. Maybe this wasn’t the worst thing in the world after all.

#yandere #genshin smut #genshin impact #genshin #diluc #diluc x reader #yandere diluc #diluc ragnvindr #noncon #smut #kaeya #angst #fire

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genshin impact masterlist

Kamisato Ayato

- the commissioner’s promise [nsfw, many parts]

Diluc Ragnvindr

- his beloved (nsfw)

Other characters coming soon!

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the commissioner’s promise

Ayato/Reader, Childe/Reader, NSFW

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At the age of eighteen, you left the Kamisato Estate and found a new home in Liyue. You eventually built a new life, not knowing that Ayato, your childhood friend and lover, has been endlessly searching for you.

Part One -

When you were younger, Ayato used to take you out to the streets, strolling and basking in that springtime breeze, he’d tuck a sakura flower between your hair; and you’d both laugh after tumbling down hills together.

When it was time for his training, Ayaka would accompany you as you both were perched on a tree, watching him from afar. Love grew between the both of you, yet the realization hadn’t hit yet.

After burying his parents, your heart broke seeing the boy you loved growing up slowly morph into someone else; a young commissioner taking his place. At times you’d see the old Ayato through the cracks of his shell, behind the now stoic eyes of a young man far too burdened with affairs that shouldn’t be his.

But that Ayato still loved you, even when he started to dismiss you to attend to his business, or when he started to keep things from you for the sake of his clan. Confiding in the friendship of his little sister, Ayaka, you weren’t that lonely yet. But it was jarring for you to watch as the darkness slowly seeping into his soul, creating a hardened version of a young man you barely recognized. You understood completely, though, the both of you being orphaned at a young age.

Eventually love blossomed once more, the night of your sixteenth birthday, Ayato had sneaked into your room to celebrate with you privately, bringing a portion of dango milk. For the first time he kissed you, and as sunlight came greeting through the windows, you awoke in his arms, legs tangled together.

Few knew of his adoration for you; including Thoma, Ayaka, and some of the housemaidens. It was hard to hide from them considering the fact that he appeared more and more often in your chambers, leaving early at dawn to continue his affairs.

Ayato made you a promise on your eighteenth birthday, that when the right time came, he’d announce you to the folk as his bride to be and wed you during springtime. It was the happiest day of your life.

But you had to watch him break that exact promise seven months later, when a graceful lady from Watatsumi Island appeared, one of a strong family line and noble descent, her family seeking to form powerful alliances.

On your balcony you watched the engagement party with eyes that streamed endless tears, heart torn in two as the man you loved gave his promise to the beautiful girl standing where you were supposed to be.

In the middle of the night, enraged and blinded by grief, you packed a bag and never looked back.

When Ayato reached your chambers with you nowhere in sight was the moment he turned into years long of endless rage. He went into a fit; destroying everything in his sight to find you once more. He scoured Inazuma, killed, just to find a sign of you. The day you left; not only you went missing. The remainder of his heart did too.

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You reached Liyue with barely enough mora to rent for a month, even less to feed yourself for a week. Food was expensive, that was the first thing you learnt outside of the comfort the Kamisato estate offered for you.

Seeing how hard life could be, you sought out a loan. But the bank downright turned you down; what did you think anyways, not a legitimate name since you picked a false one to cover your tracks, no job, no references?

And so, with shagging shoulders and a defeated look, you ran into the only person who could help you out.

“Hello, girl. Looking for something?”

#yandere #ayato #yandere ayato #kamisato ayato #genshin #ayaka #childe #ayato x reader #x reader #smut #angst #thoma #itto #targaglia #zhongli #nsfw #genshin impact #fic

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Masterlists :

Genshin Impact

Jujutsu Kaisen

Attack on Titan : (publishing soon)

Marvel

And more to come…

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jujutsu kaisen masterlist

Gojo Satoru

- Just a glimpse, of what we could be

Nanami Kento

- His side of the bed

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Just a glimpse, of what we could be

Gojo Satoru x Reader (Reader’s Pov)

I truly hated the way he stared at me. The hint of softness behind the fortress of his eyes were enough to make anyone melt to the ground. I truly hated the way he brought this whole other side of me; only him.

“A year ago I told you no one stood a flame against you,” he slowly slid his hands up my shirt, and a shiver ran down my spine at the unfamiliar yet pleasant sensation, his rough hands gripping my waist firmly. “And it hasn’t changed at all.” He whispered into my ear as my breath stopped.

“Then why are you with her?” I hissed, palms against his chest trying to push him away.

This time, it was his turn to show anger. “Because I couldn't stand seeing you in his arms.”

“Justify your venom, Satoru,” I released him in a swift move, “he never did anything to you.”

“Why are you still defending that goddamned bastard? He used you, he left you, and guess what, he’s never been in love with you!”

I took a step back. I always knew those words were the truth, but hearing them out loud was a harder blow than I expected.

“A part of me still loves him. And that’s the truth, no matter how hard I deny it.”

Disappointment and hurt swirled in his eyes, unwilling to meet mine. “And no matter how hard I try to deny, you’ll never love me, right?”

“You’re my best friend. Of course I love you.”

“Don’t bullshit me,” he spat, “you know I didn’t mean it that way. I’m in love with you; for as long as I can remember, I’ve only wanted you; as my best friend, my wife, the future mother to my-fuck” he stopped as if something inside had snapped. He froze for a few seconds, his body stiffening before he abruptly moved forward, both hands grasping my face as he smashed his lips into mine, hands sneaking behind my neck, pulling me closer to him.

“Why do you keep falling for people who hurt you?”

After a few moments, he pulled away, our faces inches from each other; and he softly spoke;

“I’ve seen you get hurt your entire life. I’ll make sure your heart never breaks again.”

Like melted butter, I succumbed to his words and closed the distance between us again, this time feeling a salty taste on my lips. His thumb grazed my cheek, swiping across a tear I didn’t know had fallen. But the tears kept coming; for some reason. Perhaps it was the realization that all I needed, all along was some understanding; which no one ever gave me.

#gojo #gojo satoru #gojo fluff #gojo yandere #reader pov #kiss #best friend #best friends to lovers #secretly in love #gojo x reader #getou suguru x reader #getou suguru #jjk gojo #jjk fanfic #angst #gojou angst #gojou #satoru

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His side of the bed

It had taken you some time to adjust. The harrowing feeling kept coming back every other minute, reminding you that you won’t get to hear his voice no more, or savor the warmth of his touch late at night.

That you won’t be able to stare into his eyes anymore, those hauntingly beautiful eyes that makes your heart jump every time. All you wanted to do was feel his embrace, bask in the feeling of his fingers against the curve of your back; and feel his lips on yours once more.

Instead you’re sobbing, tears dripping into his side of the bed, hands against his pillow where he used to lay, crying out his name as if it could ever bring him back.

#nanamikento #nanami #kento #grief #short #nanami x reader #nanami death #death