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JEWEL OF OBELIA

SUMMARY . to them you were a jewel, precious and highly valuable. they, in turn, will express their strong emotions toward you, even if it means resorting to... more hostile methods.

CHARACTERS . ATHANASIA / CLAUDE DE ALGER OBELIA

WARNINGS . YANDERE, female reader, platonic, ooc, violence, death, suicide, unhealthy relationships (if i missed any, kindly alert me)

WORDCOUNT . 1.7k+ / MASTERLIST.

LETTERS . why have all the readers in my manhwa fics originally died so far... anyway, can you tell where i started losing motivation?

IN THE novel, Lovely Princess, the story went like this. True to its title, the book contained Lovely Princesses. There was The First Princess, akin to the moon, who held a gloomy and foggy disposition. Then came The Second Princess, resembling the sun, bright and cheery. And finally, The Third Princess, similar to the stars, was reserved but gentle and a source of comfort.

You were… The First Princess’s younger half-sister. Although your mother was unknown (you were found inside a basket in the gardens crying) those jeweled eyes and your uncanny appearance close to The Emperor were solid proof that you were in fact of royal blood. It was… certainly strange to learn that the book entailed you as an 'unimportant' character. While The Second Princess was adored by the whole continent, the love the people harbored for you, The Third Princess, could put The Second Princess to shame. They treated you as though you were some supreme gift bestowed from the heavens, to be treasured and pampered. And among those who glorified you… was your father, The Cold-Hearted Emperor. You were like The Protagonist more than The Second Princess could ever be.

You were also… the best sister anyone could ask for to The First Princess. Because The First Princess was deprived of affection in her life, she mostly relied on you to fill the gaps in her heart. And you endearingly did so, trying your best to shine a light inside her darkness. It soon became that you both were inseparable, attached by the hip.

…So, obviously, you will spiral down into despair over The First Princess's death. You knew The First Princess was innocent of The Second Princess's poisoning. She was simply too sweet to commit a vile act, especially when she too took a liking to The Second Princess. But, alas, your reasoning went through one ear and out the other, and without proper evidence, your father executed The First Princess.

However, just as The Emperor's wrath was not to be underestimated, so was the extent of your grief as you promptly took away your life hours after The First Princess's execution. And that was the sad ending of your story, The Third Princess.

HOW WAS THAT ANY FAIR??? The confusion of the roles and the cheesy plotline were already bad enough on their own, but your unnecessary death pretty much destroyed the chances of her leaving a positive review. Was it done to reestablish the fact you were an unimportant character, or to remind everyone that The Second Princess is the original best girl in the story…? No amount of copious explanations can ever make ATHANASIA understand the validation for your death.

What she can come to understand however is that you, out of all people, did NOT deserve to die. You had all the rights to receive a happy ending just like The Second Princess… and that is what she aspired to make a reality as she was tossed into the fantasy world of the novel. It was obvious that it all went to hell when The First Princess was executed at the hands of The Emperor. So, in order to avoid your death, she will have to avoid hers first.

A genius plan, she dubbed it, stealing various riches from the Ruby Palace to live the rest of her life on as she escapes. She also thought of the brilliant idea of taking you along with her, after all, being inside the palace is kind of… the reason for your death, was it not!? Why not avoid the source altogether!? Or… that is what was supposed to happen before she accidentally stumbled across The Emperor four years early. Now, she will have to scrap that genius plan. Damn…

On a bright note, as time passed, using an alternative plan, Athanasia eventually evaded all chances of earning death at the hands of her father. This means that you too won’t have a pitiful ending as you originally did! Yay!

You truly didn’t deserve to die, and Athanasia will keep on saying it as much as needed. The years she spent beside you as your sister, further strengthened her motivation to keep you alive. She also understood why The First Princess had a strong attachment toward you. Innocent, Pure, Patient, Merciful, and Kind… who wouldn’t swoon over a person with such admirable traits? What struck her heart the way it did, was your affection. In her previous life, Athanasia… didn’t have people around her to provide her with love.

So, it surprised her a lot when it happened. Sure, she had love from her Nanny and the rest of the maids, but yours had her heart pumping, energy rushing through her veins. It was warm… a feeling she wanted to cling to for an eternity. Was it silly that she felt envious of a fictional character? To think that The First Princess was subjected to this kind of treatment from you… How did it feel to live her dream? Not that it matters anymore. Now, she can have you to all herself! You wouldn’t mind if she got a little… greedy, right? Of course, you won’t! After all, if you learned of her tremendous effort to keep you safe, why wouldn’t you reward her with more of your presence? What she does is in your favor. So, don’t get too upset if what she does seems a bit extreme, alright? It’s all for your benefit.

Betrayal can hurt. But, betrayal stings when it comes from the person you trusted and loved the most. You didn’t understand why it had upset her more than it upsetted you. More so, if she was so against the idea, why hadn’t she said so first? She was supportive about it too, choosing to help pick out a perfect disguise for your outing in the town. So why was it that on the day you were about to leave, lo and behold, there was your father by your doorway, inclusive of his knight… and your sister beside him, smiling triumphantly? Maybe if you had paid attention to how the shine left your sister’s eyes as you told her of your plan, you could have avoided such a dreadful punishment.

What bugged you the most was how Athanasia carried out her day normally, and acted sweetly to you, as if she didn’t partially contribute to the punishment of breaking your legs. Today was no different, as she sat on the chair beside your bed rambling on about her day. “You know, that’s the most I’ve seen Daddy upset.” She laughed, tracing her finger down your legs. “Usually, he would never dream of even hurting a strand of your hair. What you’ve done was really bad…”

She smiled at you, her jeweled eyes looking all the more terrifying under the dark lighting in your room. “I don’t understand. I should feel despaired seeing my sister in so much pain. Why does it bring me so much relief?” She sighed, holding one of your hands in hers. “...You scared me terribly with what you told me earlier. My mind couldn’t stop focusing on the many possibilities that would arise with you out there. Even worse, what if they learned of your true identity, and an enemy nearby attacks you?”

“I agreed with your plan, solely to avoid trouble. If I said no, you would have avoided me, right? I… don’t ever want to see you in danger, or place you in it, knowing I could have done something to prevent it. Not like anything like that will happen anytime soon!” She gently poked your injured legs. “I will help ensure that too.” You didn’t realize that the tears building in your eyes began to fall, your sister’s fingers quickly working to wipe them away.

In the novel, CLAUDE naturally favored you more than The First Princess. Upon your first encounter during the festival on The First Princess’s ninth birthday, with an outstretched hand, he escorted you back to the party, leaving your older sister in the dust. You lived a rather lavish life after that, him spoiling you with exquisite goods. So, it’s not like you had to form some extreme plan like Athanasia to protect yourself from the dangers that lurked inside the palace. Everyone here adored you…

Yet, not only did Athanasia’s interference with the plotline create many changes for her, but it also resulted in triggering unsettling events for you. Now that The Cold-Hearted Emperor has learned to display affection for the firstborn he originally detested, where would that place you, the daughter he always loved?

…His methods were very much frightening, even traumatizing, you may add. The numerous times you witnessed something gruesome to the eye, for the littlest offenses toward you. He would imprison, he would murder, he would execute, all in your name. His presence too, was very much suffocating, more than Athanasia, and that spoke volumes.

You hated how they both attached themselves to you, but, if you had to choose, you would pick Athanasia in a heartbeat. For the cold jeweled eyes that scrutinized every movement you made were too much for your poor heart to endure. It was as though he was waiting, waiting for your slip-up, to gain a perfect reason to permanently confine you behind the walls of your bedroom. And you fear… that the day you kissed your freedom goodbye was approaching quicker than you initially anticipated.

“What will it take for you to treat me as normally as the rest?” the (h.c) haired girl wept, clutching on tightly her father’s robes. “Shall I become like my sister, Athanasia? If I do… will I become like a free bird, and be granted more privileges?” grief-stricken jeweled eyes peered up at her father. “Will you finally release me from the shackles you trapped me in?”

“Do what you want,” her father smirked. but, as quickly as her hope came so was it shattered. the piercing concept. his voice in her ears was the cruelest of them all. “Such a thing won’t happen till the day I perish.” what a terrible vow. she knew he would do anything in his power to maintain his promise. and so, the deepest of despair like never before flooded her eyes. what have you done to receive this…?

you were very precious. nothing, not even the rarest pieces in the world could be compared to you; you were the highest value among them all. for all, it was a high requirement to treat you with the utmost importance and respect. yes, to them, to everyone, you were, the jewel of obelia.

©chaedomi. please do not modify, edit, copy or reproduce any of the works published.

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buttercandy16 · 23 days

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Mine to Covet

(Dark!ReverendMotherJessica x Female!Reader)

Word Count: 3.9K

Summary: An unfortunate fate where your lover's mother wants to have you all to herself, and she's willing to do anything.

Warning(s): Dark fanfiction, Smut, Yandere, Dub-Con, etc.

A/N: I do love my yandere. Another anon also asked for a yandere/kidnapping fic and I'll probably write that one next. Also, English is not my first language so please don't come after me due to my grammar. Enjoy!

Gimme me more requests!! Please!

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JESSICA’S POV

As a Bene Gesserit, I possess supreme levels of discipline, including complete control over my emotions and urges. So how is it that I can feel my blood boil in anger and taste the bitterness of envy violate my tongue as I watch my own son woo the woman he claims as his? Why do I feel the strong urge to cut off his hand the moment it touched yours?

At first, I was confused by this foreign feeling, so I grew angry with myself. I didn’t understand what it was.

It first occurred when Paul, my only son, introduced you to me. A Fremen girl he has grown to fancy. I remembered how he gushed over you, clearly seeking his mother’s approval, my approval. But no words from his lips reached my interest for I had my focus solely on the divine creature presented to me. With a barely concealed amusement, I observed your fidgeting form battling the urge to look me straight in the eyes, it was clear to me that you were nervous, the reason may be from knowing that I am the Reverend Mother or maybe because it is I who birthed the Lisan al Gaib or simply because I am Paul’s mother, it mattered not to me. What mattered was the pleasant feeling that I get from your presence alone. Such a strange girl… However, my amusement ended swiftly when Paul held your hand in his. My breath hitched and my once relaxed hand turned to a fist as my vision started to bleed red.

What is happening to me?! Why do I feel this way?! I remembered muttering inside my head. I felt as if I was no longer in control of my own body. Fear clawed against my skin and with great haste, I silently spoke the litany of fear to calm myself. Careful not to expose the battle within to anyone present. Unfortunately, I find myself feeling the same way right now.

Not long after realization struck me like a ton of bricks. The dreadful realization that I simply covet you…the girl whom my son is in love with. I want you as much as he does… maybe even more so.

I blame my late Duke’s death for having these thoughts. Perhaps it is caused by the sudden loss of the man I loved that pushed me into having these strong urges towards you. Maybe I see him in you and I'm feeling lonely. Or maybe I’m just truly damaged and deranged that my head is now filled with such corrupted thoughts. I am desiring something or rather someone I can’t have.

But you will have her… she is yours… the voices in my head whisper.

“No, she’s with Paul… She belongs to my son,” I whisper back as I look at you longingly while hiding in the shadows.

She belongs to no one else but yours… Yours to love… yours to keep… yours to defile… yours to consume…

“Stop it… You have no idea what you’re saying. I cannot hurt Paul like that,” I weakly argue back as my eyes start to water with tears. I love my son dearly and because of that, I will fight hard against the voices… against my feelings. But deep inside I know I’m fighting a losing battle… I know that I have already lost.

_-_-_

Time passed and bit by bit my resolve crumbled and the thoughts of my son turned into nothing. Now, all I can think of is you… and the millions of other ways I can have you.

She is yours…

Claim her…

She is yours…

Claim her….

Eyes dark with lust and pure deranged obsession I look at you once more while hidden in the shadows as I whisper to myself, “She is mine and I will claim her.”

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Y/N POV

"You're so beautiful, " Paul whispered in my ear, making me smile.

We've been sitting out here for some time now. Watching as the sun sets for the night.

"We better go inside, Paul. It's no longer safe to stay out at this hour"

Paul nodded in agreement before he pulled me up with him and we started to walk inside.

"Oh, I almost forgot. My mother wants to see you," I stopped when I heard what he said.

"Why?" I asked, trying to remain calm as much as possible.

Truth be told. Paul's mother, the Reverend Mother, scares me. She’s a Bene Gesserit, she walks in the shadows. No one truly knows what goes on in her mind. All I know is there’s something strong about her presence, but something that felt forbidden and so wrong. She is beautiful as much as she’s dangerous.

In simple terms, I don’t trust her.

"Don't worry, she just wants to talk," he gave me a reassuring smile before leaving me in front of the Reverend Mother's tent.

After taking a deep breath I made my presence known by going inside. My eyes wandered all over the unique decor of the Reverend Mother’s tent until it settled on the middle where there’s a small table with two cups filled with some kind of tea.

“Hello little one,” a sultry voice whispered suddenly into my ear, breaking me out of my thoughts and making me turn to see the Reverend Mother invading my personal space so sensually from behind.

“Forgive me, I didn’t mean to startle you,” she continued with a chuckle.

“No need to ask for forgiveness, Reverend Mother. You didn’t” I lied, trying to remain calm as I felt my cheeks heat up from our proximity. “Paul said that you asked to see me.”

“I did,” Her eyes were on me, filled with intent that I failed to decipher. She brushed her fingertips across my shoulder, causing goosebumps to run along my skin before she motioned for me to sit on the carpeted ground right next to the small table.

After I complied she walked towards me and immediately joined me by sitting close to my side, our clothed thighs lightly brushing against each other.

“Have some tea, I have it specially prepared for us,” she said while gesturing for me to take it, there's a challenging glint in her eyes, daring me to refuse.

With no intention to displease my lover’s mother, I complied and took a little sip. The moment it met my tongue I was surprised to find it very cooling.

“This is good”

“Yes, simple but very soothing. But, you must drink deeply for the full effect,” she said with amusement dripping from her voice.

Without any second thoughts, I did what I was told, and the Reverend Mother seemed satisfied with this as I can see it in her smile. Soon I was holding an empty cup. I had drained it and yet, I’m still thirsty.

“Would you like some more?” she asked.

“Y-yes, If it’s not much of a bother, Reverend Mother,” I replied, self-consciously rubbing the fabric over my hips.

“Not at all, and please... Call me Jessica” she replied, her eyes glinting with something dark as she carefully replenished my cup.

“As you wish, Jessica. May I know why I'm being summoned?” I breathed, my heart pounding in my chest as our gazes met before I took a generous sip from my drink. There was something undeniably alluring about her, something that both scared and excited me.

The weight of her eyes on me feels invasive like she could see through my cracks and discover all of my weaknesses. She’s watching me as if I’m her prey.

“You must understand, Y/N, I’m a determined woman. Whenever I have an agenda I’ll make sure to do everything in my power to achieve it. Whatever means necessary.” She muttered, leaning in close to my ear. Her warm breath sent shivers down my spine.

“Did Paul touch you yet?” Her tone was casual with her sudden question, but her eyes were anything but.

“Wh-what?,” I stuttered, feeling my cheeks flush not believing what I was hearing right now.

“Have you given yourself to my son, sexually?” she leaned in closer to me.

“Uh, n-no,” I stammered, my body trembling like a leaf.

“Are you being truthful with me?” she purred, her fingertips ghosting lightly along my exposed neck. It was such a simple yet surprisingly intimate gesture that it made me feel like the tent suddenly caught fire from how hot it was.

I shakily nodded while she only looked at me with satisfaction.

“Have you taken his gift of water yet? Or yours to him?” she asked, scooting closer. Her smell was intoxicating and it made my head spin.

“N-no…not yet. He wants to wait until we are to be married.”

The Reverend Mother snickered under her breath and continued. “I raised that boy and taught him everything I know so he’ll rise and fulfill his destiny one day. But now, I’m starting to have second thoughts. It seems to me he’s just as weak as his father. A beautiful morsel such as yourself standing so willingly at the palm of his hand and yet he never thought about fully claiming you as his. So sure that you’ll stay right where you are. I guess he never thought about someone stealing you away. Such a huge mistake on his part but a blessing for me.” she said with a wicked grin, her delicate fingers tracing slow circles on my forearm as if she were teasing me.

But before I could respond, I noticed that the tent was becoming increasingly warm. Worse, I was finding my body uncomfortably warm. My face was becoming flushed and I was panting. My suit was becoming very confining. How odd, I thought. I grew up wearing this suit, but now I desire nothing more than to get them off.

My eyes landed on my now empty cup next to the Reverend Mother’s. That’s when I realized that she’d never touched her cup, not even a single drop.

She followed my gaze to her cup before catching mine. Slightly tilting her head, she then smiled knowingly.

“I-I need to leave” I croaked back, fear creeping into my bones as alarm bells started ringing in my head.

But when I was about to stand up, I was immediately met with a sudden dizziness making me sit back down ungracefully.

It felt like my innards were being replaced by some kind of emptiness. I tried to stand again, desperate to leave the tent. I swayed just for a moment before the Reverend Mother caught me and pushed me down with my back against the carpet, a soft gasp of surprise leaving my lips.

She didn’t waste any time as she got on top of me and pinned my hands above my head in a tight grip, sharp nails digging against my skin but not breaking.

The Reverend Mother’s face was close to mine as she intently stared into my fear-filled eyes.

“Oh, no little girl. You’re not going anywhere,” she whispered above me.

Her face was blank from any emotion, but her eyes said it all.

“Did you poison me?” I whimpered. Her grip on my wrist tightened more than before, making me yelp in pain as she cut off the circulation of my blood.

“Of course not, I would never harm you without reason. Only to ensure your utmost obedience. The tea is for making you more pliant, not to kill.” she purred, leaning in close enough that our lips almost brushed. Her warm breath mingled with mine.

“What do y-you want from me?” I stammered, my voice barely audible.

She smiled maliciously at me before she started speaking.

“Isn’t it obvious, dear one? I want you.” one of her hands left my wrist and slowly traced my face with her fingers before she continued, “From the moment we met I already felt a certain pull towards you. I didn’t fully realize what it was until much later. Deep down I know you feel the same. That’s the reason why you went with Paul so that you could be closer to me.”

She’s starting to sound and look very much deranged. To my complete horror, she seems to believe her words to be true.

No…This can’t be happening. Paul… I’m with Paul!

I shook my head no but that was not what she was looking for. I yelped in pain from the sudden sting of her slap against my now-reddened cheek.

“Do not lie to me.” Her tone was assertive as she spoke every word.

“I’m not.” I cried weakly.

Another slap and tears started to run down my cheeks.

She leaned down and her warm wet tongue immediately tasted my despair with delight written all over her face.

“I don’t like hurting you. But know that I will when I deem it necessary. So you better give me the answer that I want, little girl. Don’t test my patience. Try again.”

I only shook my head once more, refusing to back down. This made her chuckle

”Such a stubborn girl. I’ll enjoy breaking and reshaping you into my good little girl.” she whispered next to my ear.

Is she for real? My mouth fell open as I struggled to say anything. Suddenly I heard footsteps outside the tent.

“Mother, is Y/N still with you?”

Hearing Paul’s voice almost made me tear up with joy thinking that this would all come to an end. But when I looked at the Reverend Mother it seemed like I was dead wrong. Instead of seeing a look of panic, she gave me a wicked grin.

“She is… come inside, my son. I want to show you something.”

Paul entered the tent and suddenly froze where he stood when his eyes landed on us. The woman he sires pinned underneath his own mother’s body.

“Wh-what is going on here?” Paul asked as he looked at us confused.

“Paul, help me, please. Your mother has lost her mind” I pleaded as he went closer.

“Mother! Get off her ri–”

“SILENCE!” Paul’s words were cut off as I saw his mouth shut in command. His eyes were immediately filled with betrayal and hurt when he realized that his mother used the voice on him. But his mother did not care at all, “Kneel and do not move” she commanded his son once more.

I looked at her as if she lost her mind. Perhaps she did.

“Oh don’t look at me like that, little one. For it is you who made me this way” she leaned over and planted a kiss on my cheek. I tried to jerk away but couldn’t. The kiss practically seared my skin like molten lava.

She pulled a dagger from under her robes and then turned towards his son, a slave to her command.

“You know very well that I love you, Paul. But unfortunately for you, my love for Y/N weighs more heavy. I won’t let you have her. She is mine…only mine. And you will watch as I claim her.” her attention then went back to me as she sliced through my stillsuit and garments beneath it. I am now completely naked to her eyes.

My head turned to Paul and saw the same panic set in his eyes. We were both sobbing and fearful of what was to come.

She laughed maliciously and roughly gripped my chin to look at her.

“Open your mouth” my breath hitched as I felt her voice crawl its way into my head. Not a second passed and my mouth opened.

“Take the gift of my water and you shall become one with me. Take it and you will be mine…forever.” she whispered before spitting into my mouth, “Swallow” she commanded before her lips descended against mine.

Her kiss was violent, forcing her tongue past my gritted teeth.

The tongue quickly found its way around my mouth and explored every inch. In parallel to that, her hands moved around and groped my breast. She slightly massaged them and pinched the erected nipples. It was not that the events aroused me. It was the cold that made my body like that.

The kiss ended after a while, me being out of the air while the older woman was looking crazier than before. She licked her lips another time before stripping her garments away. She moved and kneeled in front of my face, her warmth being right on top of my face. "Pleasure me, little one." She commanded using the voice commanding voice and I immediately complied.

"Yes!" She started to move her body up and down, making her juice splash on my face. "Now, get that tongue of yours at work, beautiful girl," She ordered and once again tightened the grip, forcing me to obey her order.

I had to stick my tongue forward, forced to have a taste of the older woman. It was sweet and I couldn't stop myself from moaning from the taste of her. She also moaned at the feeling of my tongue inside her and moved faster until she cummed in my mouth.

Just as I was about to let go of a sigh, my left leg was lifted, Jessica’s right leg sliding under it. "It is not the end yet! I still have a lot of things I want to teach your body." She pushed her hip forward, making our center meet.

I can't help but admit that it started to feel so good, so good that I failed to notice that I was no longer under the influence of the voice.

She repeated to thrush several more times, bringing our center together and making them part, and then collide again. She started to moan once again as I did the same, her hands starting to play with my breast, enjoying every contact through my body. Until my first orgasm was ripped from me this evening, followed by the beautiful temptress who laid on top of me while catching her breath from her release.

She looked down at me in complete amusement as I lay helplessly underneath her.

Jessica kissed the tip of my nose before sliding her warm body over me. She then began to touch me once more, and that was when I started to squirm a little. She moved her arms around my body, rubbing it in a very erotic way. "So beautiful! I can't help but masturbate thinking about you every day. And now, you are finally mine." She put a hand on my knee and began to gently stroke my leg.

Oh no... please no more...

"P--please... I can't. It's too much"

I struggled as I tried to pull myself away from her, but my body is still weak from the drugged tea and pleasure.

"Shhhh... I know you can. Just give me one more, little one. I just need to taste you."

She settled herself in between my legs, parting them by force.

She reached between my legs and pushed something. It's her finger against my clit, causing my back to arch. "Oh!" I gasped, head falling back. "Oh, oh—"

Jessica cupped my left breast and mouthed at it, kissing and licking. I didn't know where to look but into her eyes, trying my best not to follow the sound of a silently sobbing man.

I'm not sure what possessed me at the moment but I was suddenly desperate to taste her lips.

"Kiss me," I begged. "Please..."

And she did. Soft and sweet, holding me to her. Tugging my lip with her teeth and stroking my back, my butt. She took hold of my legs, cupping the underside of my knees. Bringing my legs around her waist, she rocked against me, teasing my lip with her tongue.

I parted my lips for her, tasting her, sighing... Jolting when she tugged on my nipple. "Oh, ow, owie—, please don't—"

I cried out with pleasure. This was so nice; it felt so good.

She smiled at me. “You’ve got the prettiest pussy I’ve ever seen, my beloved,” she said, reaching to touch me, pulling back the hood of my clit so she could rub me with her thumb. I shivered. “Look at this tiny clit. So fucking adorable, and all mine…”

She proceeded to slide down my body until she was face to face with my dripping warmth.

I gasped when she started to lick me and felt my stomach twitch, surprised and excited at Reverend Mother’s eagerness to please me. I felt her tongue trace the outline of my lower lips and shuddered. A moment later, the older woman finally slid her tongue over my clit, and that's when I felt my walls clenching in a sudden spasm, screaming in pure pleasure for the second time. Due to the intensity, I blacked out.

-_-_-

A groan left my lips when I woke up, my body deliciously sore.

Slightly stretching, that's when I realized that I was not alone.

To my left, Paul stood looking down at me. Tears stained his cheeks, eyes full of hatred.

“P-paul… I–”

“Silence! I don’t need your excuse. You and I are over” Paul spits his words with so much anger that it hurts.

“But Paul, it was your mother’s doing… I didn’t wa–”

“SILENCE”

The command surprised me into shock. Having the Reverend Mother use the voice on me seems to hurt less than having Paul do the same thing.

“You will not speak ill of the Reverend Mother. For she is the mother of your people’s chosen and now… your intended... for you two are fully bonded as one”

Paul’s words confused me greatly. Why would he say such a thing after everything his mother did in front of him? But my thoughts were then silenced when I saw a pair of hands rest on his shoulders. The Reverend Mother’s face appeared next to his.

“That’s enough, my son. I think my beloved has heard enough. You may take your leave” she calmly whispered.

Paul did what his mother asked but not before sparing me one last glance and whispered under his breath… I’m sorry… and now completely leaving me alone with a predator hungry for my flesh.

“What have you done to him?! Did you use your voice?!” I yelled accusingly, but she only laughed at this before kneeling beside my vulnerable form.

“No, Paul is simply being a good son. I raised him well, he knows to never go against my will. I brought him into this world and gave him his birthright, he owes me as much.” She smiled devilishly.

She looked down at me with a predatory grin before slowly tilting my chin with her finger to meet her eyes.

It was so dark and full of lust that it felt like I was about to drown in it.

"So here's what will happen from now on, you better listen carefully because everything that is attached to your existence will be at play if I don't get what I want, understood?" I weakly nodded, no longer having the will to fight back.

"Good girl" Jessica praised before caressing my cheek.

"You will surrender yourself to me and in time I know that you will so willingly. The more you take the gift of my water, the stronger our bond grows. In the meantime, you will be my obedient darling girl. Whatever I say, goes. Understood?" Her grip on my chin tightened, emphasizing how serious she was.

"Ye-yes" I stuttered through gritted teeth.

"If you behave like a good little girl for me, I will reward you with anything you desire, but if you disobey... You will learn that I won't go easy on my punishment. Since that's all settled then, time to quench my thirst."

"W-with what?" I fearfully asked.

The Reverend Mother smiled at me before leaning in close, her lips almost touching mine.

"You."

#lady jessica x reader #dune #lady jessica #rebecca ferguson #dark fanfiction #yandere #dune part 2 #fanfiction #jessica atreides #bene gesserit #obsession

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pieroulette · 11 months

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My Little Angel

2023 | 18+ | ONESHOT | PARK SUNGHOON × READER

WARNING yandere fallen angel!sunghoon, noncon smut, pure filth. 🗿 minors don't interact but i'm not your mama that are able to supervise you, you have your own brain so consume content responsibly.

WORD COUNT 1.3k

AUTHOR'S NOTE just a small practice of ehem yk, cuz i don't write smut rlly and this is my second smut story obv, since route 1 has me coughing sm. so it might be rlly bad. plus sunghoon's hair is just giving me sm feels 🗿

SUNGHOON WOULD NEVER LET YOU GO, you who were his pretty little angel. One that had brought him to complete euphoria and at the same time to his demise.

The first time he laid his eyes on you was when the priests summons spiritual angels for a holy ritual, and you were amongst the young nuns presented. Your existence took his breathe away that it cause one sinful thought arising within him.

That alone had him shaking his head in pure agony, trying to shake those thoughts away but strangely, those sinful thoughts only multiplies, slowly devouring his innocence and turning his prayers to God into prayers for you.

His mind no longer whispers the name of God but rather consumed by your name.

For a couple of months, he watches over you with his presence invisible, that the nun with a great psychic ability beside you one day asked if you were aware that you had a guardian angel remaining by your side, and that your guardian angel's energy wasn't the colour of light but rather of darkness.

That ripped your peace of mind into ashes, praying to the God for protection, answers of what has fall upon you, and so on.

Sunghoon saw it all, only remaining silent. Sure, he had fallen in love with you but he chose to stay behind the curtains, but one day when a man came into the frame—it broke him to pieces, and another type of sin arises in him; greed and desire for a human blood.

It shook you to your core when an angel who you often imagine as supreme beings with the light enveloping their magnificent wings—were soaking in crimson blood.

That was the first time he showed himself before you, voicing out a rather simple sentence. "I'll return again."

Even when you dared to break off the rules he created for you and escape through the white door that was supposed to protect you from the outside world, just like he said.

But you didn't listen to him, so now you had to pay the price because you were a bad girl—ruining his image of you being his obedient angel.

Sunghoon pushes you off to the bed with his enormous strength. As an angel, he's far more stronger than you are and now that he had fallen to the underworld, strangely he gained more power and strength—feeding on dark energies from the underworld creatures.

And the day he turned into a fallen angel with his once glowing white wings drenching in pitch black ink, was also the day he took you away from the church, stripping your right of freedom.

Locking you inside this room bathed in silk red, where behind those doors were engulfed with dark creatures you were beyond frightened to lay your eyes upon. But what you didn't knew was how they were afraid of you, who Sunghoon absolutely adores. That's why it had them at the edge of their life when your existence was nowhere to be found in the room.

Yet, it was not difficult for Sunghoon to capture you back but oh did it irritates him beyond his expectation. He expected you to be good and obedient just like when he saw you for the first time.

But this, such an atrocious act for him that he desires to give you a suitable punishment.

Your small and petite figure aroused him even more, adding the fact that you're nervous and writhing like a prey waiting to be devoured.

You knew there was no escaping, not when the windows and doors were locked, completely sealing you from any escape possible, not when this boy in front of you were much stronger than you are.

You are truly doomed.

He climbs on top of you and grips both your wrists on the mattress amidst your protests and cries, mouth trembling as the hot breathe of his mouth slides down to your neck, and licks it with his tongue.

"I've been too good to you, love. I guess it's only wise I take what's mine now," his finger slids down to your tummy, in which you immediately tighten your thighs together but he was quick to put his hand in between, using his strength to open your legs again.

And in a split moment, his hand cupped your private part making you panic along with a hint of arousal hitting your core.

"I really wanna make love with you since the first time I saw you.." Sunghoon growls, pressing his finger inside your clit making your back arched in pleasure.

You don't want this. You really don't want this.

"To feel what it's like it to be inside you.."

You pressed your lips tight, tears threatening to come out from your eyes as he pressed his body closer to yours, the warmth of him engulfing your entire body.

"Hear your sweet little sounds.."

His eyes filled with nothing but love and lust.

"Make you cum and all.."

The desire to eat you raw and stain your innocence with his hands and mouth were driving him utterly insane that his eyes and hands rattled immensely.

"Because of what I'm about to do to you, is driving me crazy right now, love." Sunghoon presses a soft kiss on your forehead, his lips brushing down your ears as he uttered another dirty words that sent shivers down your spine. "You would be so cute under me, so fucking innocent and yet so fucking dirty just because of me."

"But I was too kind, too lenient to let you do what you want. It's my fault you turn out so bratty like this.." he softly murmurs, as his fingers dig even deeper and deeper into your clothed clit.

"I should teach you now then, train you on how to be my sweet little good girl.." Sunghoon breathe out, "My little angel."

"N-no.. I'm s-sorry!" You choked on your tears, begging for this to just be a dream.

"Shh.. then show me how sorry you are while I'm fucking you raw."

He pulled your skirt down but you tried to stop it, yet he was stronger and faster and now the cold air hits your bare thighs. His hands slapped your arm away, gripping it against the mattress as he kissed your neck and licked it.

He buried his knee between your legs and his other hands cupped your breast making you let out a tiny moan — a sweet melody to his ears. His fingers made its way under your shirt, giving you goosebumps as his hand travelled to your bare tummy up to your breast, then he pinched your nipples and played with it.

You could only cry, and take what he's giving you. The more you resist, the more he gets aroused. The bed creaking, blankets wrinkling, and wet spots forming on your panties as you felt his hard and growing bulge against your core.

You were getting a weird delicious feeling under your clit and you hate it that you like it.

In a split moment, he gets rid of your shirt, exposing your breast and all. You tried to cover yourself but he growled, eyes narrowing as his hands harshly prevented you from doing so.

"So fucking cute.." he breathes against your ear, his hands forming circular patterns on your bare back.

He licks your neck with his tongue then the edge of teeth sank just below your shoulder, marking you as his as blood trickle down to your bare chest, a mixture of arousal and pain engulfed your entire body as he pushes himself deeper and closer to you.

Stop. Stop. Stop.

All you can think of was to get him to stop but the way your body reacts to his sinful touches was saying a different thing.

The clock hanging on the wall across the room were the only thing you were left to observe as he devours your body with his lips and tongue, the edges of his fingers and hands travelling it's way every edge of your skin without your consent.

1:05am

It has been nearly two hours since he was forcing himself on you, your clothes scattered around the floor with his and yet it doesn't look like it's gonna end anytime soon.

Your ears catches the sound of a belt unbuckling on its own and your tired teary eyes glanced towards the source of the noise, your breath hitched nervously as he unzipped his pants, his face were wild flushed and lips swollen with the amount of contact he forced against you and his soft hair gone into a wild mess, his toned body having bead of sweat on his neck streaming down to his torso.

He slowly puts his cock inside you making your back arched in both arousal and pain, your lower part felt so full, getting filled with wet and girth.

Then he starts to thrusts in you—loud, lewd and dirty slaps echoing through the room. The smell of sex strongly lingering in the air, beads of sweats forming on your forehead as your hands gripped his shoulders, nails digging in his skin bound to form fresh red crescent marks that will serve as a form of achievement for him tomorrow when he sees it in the mirror.

Sunghoon's fucked up expression contorts even wilder as he shuts his eyes and his mouth hangs low and his head throws back, leaning back down again to kisses you roughly, tongue meets tongue, lewd sound forming along with it — everything was incredibly wet and dirty.

His hand gripping your left thigh up to let himself sink even deeper inside you, you could feel every part of him inside your body, it was as if you were being filled with so much pleasure and pain at the same time. Your toes curling up in the air, and you could feel wet liquid dripping down to your wet hole.

Soon you couldn't suppressed your moans even though you bit your lips, he chuckled at how cute you are under him. "Fucking cute.. my little angel."

You felt a knot forming under your stomach and he realizes you were coming, your knees weak and a burning arousal all over your body as he keeps thrusting in you, his cock hitting all the sweet spots inside you.

Then he bends down, taking your neck with his hands as he deeply kisses you as you experienced your first orgasm, knees vibrating in pleasure while his tongue plays with yours.

Hot and wet liquids trickling down to your thighs, seeing it gave him satisfaction that he was able to pleasure you and also be the first man to ever take your innocence away just like when you stripped the innocence of his mind away.

#enha #enhypen #enhypen x reader #enha imagines #enha x reader #enhypen oneshots #enhypen scenarios #enha fanfic #enhypen smut #enha smut #park sunghoon x reader #park sunghoon #sunghoon smut #sunghoon x reader

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fandomnerd9602 · 6 months

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Dr. Stephanie Strange Catch Up

A Force Headcanons

How You Met

You were a fellow student at Karmar Taj. Steph took an instant liking to you. Both of you shared common interests, so you spent hours in the library together, much to Wongs annoyance.

Favorite Date

Any time you can spend with your gal is all that matters to you. Sometimes you’ll settle for walks in park or even play a game of name that song. She always beats you.

Favorite Place to Make Out

The Sanctum. The Cloak shields you and Steph from Wongs eyes but you’re pretty sure he knows.

Soft Yandere

When she doesn’t want you to leave or go hang out with Wong, Steph will put a prison spell on yours and hers room. That way if you try to leave, you’ll come right back to her waiting arms.

After a Big Fight

You once found her meditating and searching several variant worlds trying to find out how she could’ve resolved it different. You snapped her out of it and told her how much you still loved her, even when her ego gets in the way.

Reuniting after Endgame

You became Sorcerer Supreme in her absence. When you and Wong opened those portals for the battle against Thanos, you dropped all pretense and kissed her passionately and repeatedly over and over again.

Kids and How Many

One. Stephanie gives birth to a little girl named after her late baby sister, Donna. She loves that little girl, you have playful arguments over who loves her more.

#marvel #marvel imagine #marvel fluff #mcu #mcu imagine #mcu fandom #rule 63 #genderbend #gender swap #genderbent #female avengers #avengers #sorcerer supreme #doctor strange #doctor strange x reader #rebecca ferguson #doctor strange in the multiverse of madness #multiverse of madness

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maleyanderecafe · 3 months

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Hi! I've been craving some yandere content that's not manga, webtoon, manwa, etc. Do you have recommendations that are movies, tv shows, maybe some kdrama too? Just not manga, anime and the sort.

Sorry this one took a kabillion years to answer. Back in October, Cherry and I basically had a yandere movie month where we would just watch a bunch of movies that were labeled as Male Yandere movies because horror month (which is unfortunate for me because I don't really like horro movies). Anyways, besides the short list here that has some TV shows, here's some stuff we watched. Some of this will be later put in as recommendations, probably on Tuesdays.

Hush Little Baby- we're going to start out with some lifetime movies because they're low calorie and turn off brain fun to watch. About a neighbor kid who comes in to babysit the main character's kid only to cause problems to the entire family.

Swim at Your Own Risk- another lifetime movie. About a swim team girl who has a fling with the swim couch after taking a break with her boyfriend. Things go wrong as the swim couch gets obsessed with her.

You Belong to Me - another lifetime movie. About a lady who finds out that someone is stalking her and tries to figure out who it is after they try to murder her boyfriend.

Addicted/Obsessed- Addicted is the korean movie and Obsessed is the English remake. About twins, one of which is married to the female lead, where they both have an accident. The husband dies, however, the other seems to have been possessed by the husband.

LadyHawke - older movie, but the yandere is the main villain. About a main character who escapes prison and finds a couple who is cursed to turn into a wolf and hawk respectively during the day and night, fated to never be together.

Well Intentioned Love- Chinese drama, though the yandere portion only really shows up in the first season. About a girl who has lukemia and has to have a contract marriage with the only person who can give her a doner bone marrow match. Driver is best character.

Disco Pigs- Pretty surreal movie in some cases. About two childhood friends, Pig and Runt who love each other as Pig becomes more and more obsessed with her as the movie goes on.

Labyrinth - I probably won't write a recommendation for this one because the yandere portion really only shows up in the song, but it's still a fun movie with David Bowie. I even read the comic for it just to check but the yandere portion seems to only show up in the song.

The Boy - I actually watched this with another friend that was obsessed with wallmen, but its a pretty fun movie overall. I think most people know this one though. About a lady who moves in and babysits a doll while trying to escape her abusive ex.

Within - also another movie I watched with my wallmen obsessed friend. About a family that moves into a house that turns out to be haunted in one way or another.

What If…Dr. Strange Lost His Heart Instead of His Hands? - Sorcerer Supreme in general in general seems like a yandere since his entire goal is to just bring back Christine at all costs. He also just generally shows up in other episodes of the What If? Series.

Heathers - I heard the movie version isn't nearly as yandere, but the musical version is for sure.

Phantom of the Opera- I'm kind of cheating with this one because it's like one of the OG male yandere stuff, but hey, if you haven't heard or watched it yet, well you know.

That's about it for now since usually Cherry and I don't watch a ton of movies. Might change after a while, but we'll see. Maybe in February we'll try to have a tv drama month to watch stuff.

#yandere #male yandere #yandere boy #asks #lists

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darlingpwease · 9 months

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I wonder what happened if yandere Hualian found out the reader like girls but just reject them

a lot of interpretations have appeared in my head, but I will go straight for the first time in my life /hj

to be honest, HUA CHENG will have minimal problems with this. although he lived his childhood and part of his adolescence with masculine socialization, after he became a ghost, he had an unlimited ability to modify appearance — especially after he received the Supreme rank — and if your gynephilia was known before he died (for example, if he saw that you were only interested in female personalities and indifference/aversion to masculine ones), then HUA CHENG will definitely use his feminine form when meeting with you.

he's not a picky or moody guy in terms of gender expression — you know, 'if it's you, then it's fine', only in an even more shameless way — and he'll find pretty enough forms to please you, clearly aiming to discover your type.

(and besides, well, "hehe nooo mx., I'm just a harmless and naive mistress who ran away from home~")

(definitely would use the fact that he is more feminine to cling to you and make a cute face)

('nooooo I'm so scared~ can I snuggle up to you, mx? please? please please?')

('...' '...')

('... half a step back at least, young miss' 'yes mx sorry')

XIE LIAN, despite his calm attitude towards his own androgyny, never thought of himself as a 'girl' — and never felt the need to take on the appearance of such, unlike HUA CHEN, who is known for an infinite number of guises — and, in addition to having a masculine socialization, is generally slightly confused confused by the concept of gender change. But to say that he is "uncomfortable" will not be entirely true — rather, this is an area that he has never explored and did not strive for it, since there was no need for it.

If you are a gynophilic, XIE LIAN is much more inclined to explore his feminine form — although being a 'young man' is more familiar to him, and at first the feminine form feels strange, it would be wrong to say that this strangeness is uncomfortable; rather, it looks more like a strange mixture of shyness and excitement, especially when he is interested in his more, uh, 'feminine characteristics' as he says with a bashfully ruddy face when you catch him doing things like looking at himself in the mirror or touching his chest.

however, if you reject them, then they will both be shy and confused, not understanding what is wrong.

XIE LIAN is much more prone to feeling guilty shame, especially when it seems to him that you reject him not because he is a 'girl', but because he took the form of a girl. XIE LIAN really doesn't handle rejection well when he is so obsessive, and his shame can easily become anger, which, not finding expression in direct confrontation or anger, leads to his return to the personality of the 'moody prince' and even more clinginess and perseverance, especially if he knows you from a long time ago. If HUA CHENG is more timid (especially if he feels unattractive/unworthy), XIE LIAN will feel an even greater impulse to dig into you and not let you reject them without sufficient good reason.

HUA CHENG, on the other hand, will use his feminine form to convince you that it is not worth rejecting him and XIE LIAN; even if he has mixed feelings about whether he looks attractive enough for you, he is not above going to the line of behavior of a shameless coquette or a shyly gentle beauty, realizing that that this might be the only chance he should desperately cling to. even if he is not the most confident in his beauty, HUA CHENG is more than versed in how to use his feminine appearance to attract your attention, and in general feels more seductive when he can be a 'beautiful little sister' and shamelessly use it to snuggle and flirt, as opposed to as if he were 'a handsome younger brother.'

even if you may have any awkwardness about the fact that they are not girls from the very beginning, but rather take shape, especially just because you are a gynecophile, neither XIE LIAN nor HUA CHENG have any problems with this, even if XIE LIAN needs a little more time to get used to a new one form.

in the end, as long as you find them desirable, none of this matters.

#❖.my jewelry #🥮 — heaven official's blessing #✉.hua cheng #✉.xie lian #🧸.yandere au

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getlostsquidward · 2 years

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hiii~ can you please do a dark sinister strange x reader?? pls i really need it😩😩i love emo stephen sm and im so desperate for a dark fic of him. maybe reader could be in christine’s position? where stephen is so obsessed with bringing her back. except that, this time (kind) stephen failed to protect reader from (evil) stephen and (evil) stephen managed to have her

Don’t Blame Me

Sinister Strange x Reader

A/N: Sorry for the lazy writing lol. Also, Don't Blame Me is his anthem, change my mind.

Summary: The Darkhold exacts a heavy toll, and Stephen decided he’d pay it the world, the universe – if it meant having you back in his arms.

Warnings: yandere themes, kidnapping, gaslighting, manipulation, obsessive behavior, Stockholm syndrome

The Darkhold exacts a heavy toll, and Stephen decided he’d pay it the world, the universe – if it meant having you back in his arms.

Stephen Strange is the Sorcerer Supreme – he wields the power of the gods. What man wouldn’t be happy, contented?

But it drives him crazy, because for all this power that he holds, why wasn’t he able to save you? Why was the multiverse so cruel, that not even in one of the infinite universes, he couldn’t find one where he was happy, where he is with the person that he loves the most?

Stephen has the power of the gods. He is a god, and he’ll do anything to get you back. He’d cross the line by using dark magic, waste his time studying, and lose his mind every time he loses you time and time again. He’d go as far as killing his variants.

Love has just made him crazy and no one could ever blame him for that.

It’s been some time since Stephen had come up to meet this universe’s Strange, so despite the eerily scary ambiance of the Sanctum, you put on your brave face and followed him inside.

Goosebumps form on your skin as you ascend the grand staircase, which looks like it ends up in the clouds, not to mention the boundless sea that stretches to the horizon.

As you arrived at the study, you caught a glimpse of a man’s silhouette by the large window, presumably this universe’s Stephen. But where is your Stephen? “Hello?”

He slowly turned around, confirming your hunch. “Stephen…?” you whispered, uncertainty lacing your voice. He doesn’t look that different, but he sure looks grim. His eyes, though the same cerulean ones, feels darker, just like this world. However, as he watches you, a glimpse of excitement shone through, and you daresay the life in them were slowly reappearing.

The man’s heart leaped as he heard your voice, calling his name. Oh, how he longed for this moment to happen. There you are, the love of his life, in the flesh. After everything, he thought he wouldn’t be able to see you, hold you again.

“I fought so hard to get you, and thank heavens I can finally rest,” Stephen responded, his voice deep and hoarse, but he said it with so much passion it left you wondering, what happened to your variant?

As if he could read your thoughts, he continued. “Y/N L/N got in a car accident. I was driving and stupid me, I didn’t notice the truck coming behind us,” he walks towards you at a slow pace. “She died.”

Your eyes widened in that information, equal shock and devastation flooding your chest. A little part of you though was relieved that it didn't happen to you.

“I tried everything to get her back, to save her. I rewound time, after time to prevent that accident from happening and I still couldn’t save her. Your death in this universe was an absolute point in time. I can’t think of a life that doesn’t have you in it. So I sought other ways. I looked into the multiverse to see if we could have had a life where we’re happy, where I have you…” he paused, the dreamy look in his eyes fading as he pressed on. “But as you can see, I have failed over and over, and over. Until now.”

Stephen stopped in his tracks, standing close to you. It gave you the perfect view of his face, the sullen look, the deep bags under his eyes. The implication of the last part of his statement has flown over your head as something inside you wants to caress his cheek if it gave a little sense of comfort.

Stephen.

“Where’s Doctor Strange? The- the Stephen that I’m with?”

His eyes averted yours, looking down at his feet. “He’s gone.”

“What?! What do you mean, gone?”

“Doctor Strange isn’t here anymore, in this universe. He went back to yours.”

Excuse me?

“How- what exactly happened here?”

“He needed to use the Darkhold to get home, and I let him. In exchange for you.”

You gaped at him incredulously. You were unable to get a word out about how absurd and outlandish this was. Turning your back to him, you paced back and forth to let it sink in your mind.

“There has to be a mistake. He… he won’t just leave me here alone,” your voice cracks, on the verge of sobbing.

“But you’re not alone! I’m here with you. You don’t have to worry about me leaving you, ever, Y/N.”

“You have to help me return to my home, too. We still have to stop Wanda, I- I have to help them. I have to go back, please.”

Stephen was getting pissed. You’re not listening to him.

“I’ve dedicated myself to you! It’s only fair that you do the same,” he had raised his voice, making you snap out of your thoughts.

He rubbed his temple. “I’m sorry, darling. I didn’t mean to raise my voice at you. It just makes me sad that you don’t want to be with me. Don’t you love me? Don't you dream of spending the rest of your life with me?”

You froze on your spot, the feelings that you have for Stephen that you desperately try to suppress and tramp down for the past few years coming out in the open at his words.

It wasn't unrequited – it was a case of right person wrong time, or something along those lines – but is there ever a right time in a world that needs constant saving? Where countless threats might jeopardize your reality, there was simply no time and space for extraneous things like love in your line of work, Stephen himself had said. It’s too much of a risk.

It was hard, working to save the universe side-by-side with the person you love protecting the realm, the reality, while seeing others have and live that normal life that you couldn’t have, probably won’t ever have.

But in a world that is beyond saving, where there's no threat that looms over apart from its imminent collapse – and just until then, will you be able to live that life you always wanted?

Time in this universe has proven pointless and irrelevant as the never-ending gloomy skies surrounded the city and the Sanctum, making it hard to tell if it was morning or night, not that it matter anyway.

Stephen would sometimes cast an illusion to give you a false sense of normalcy, and there are times that you would get lost in temporary bliss, this twisted fantasy of having a domestic life with the man you love. There are times that you’d stare at the dark clouds of matter as it collapses.

You’ve given up on tracking how many days you’ve been here, the little flame of your hope slowly diminishing as days go by. Sleepless nights were spent crying, trying to escape from this haunted place, resenting your Stephen, and pleading with his counterpart to show you a peek of your universe–just so you could see your home one last time.

What happened to Stephen and Wong? America and Wanda? You were assuming that they had succeeded in preventing Wanda wreak havoc in the multiverse. They have to if it had cost you your freedom, or else all of this would be in naught.

This Stephen was… still Stephen, yet it feels like he isn’t. No words can really describe it. Those parts of him that you know so well, and love, would always shine through the cracks of his seemingly much darker personality, but often you could feel fear bubbling into your chest because he displays a behavior you can’t quite place. But you remembered that he is the guardian of the Darkhold, and he has read and used it, therefore making him corrupted.

So you blamed it all on the book of the damned and tried to look past his uncharacteristic actions. He is still Stephen, after all.

Above all that, he won’t just leave you alone in a destroyed universe without even so much as a goodbye. And in the back of your messed up mind, you found it very romantic that this Stephen was willing to fall from his grace just for you.

“This happened to your universe because of your incursions… for me?”

“It doesn't matter what happens to them as long as it means to have you.”

That was probably the most soul-stirring words someone has ever said to you.

Every day you would ask Stephen to open the Darkhold and let you see your universe. The first few tries; he was politely declining you or would divert the conversation. Few more tries, he raised his voice at you, something your Strange has never done – and you recoiled in fear, running away as much as possible from him. He never stopped you from leaving the Sanctum, he let you run free on the desolated streets of New York City.

You would find him offering his hand to you as you fall to your knees, realizing you’ve been running in circles, and there’s nowhere to go.

You didn’t know what had made him change his mind, because after reluctantly asking him one more time, Stephen relented.

And this time, you wish he didn’t. You wish he just continued rejecting your request until you got really tired of asking.

What you saw… shattered your already broken heart.

Through that red ball of magic, you let your tears silently fall as you watch your Stephen, smile and stare lovingly as he does to you, at this woman who you’ve never seen in your life.

You weren’t sure how long has it been that you were here, and you don’t want to care anymore, seeing as he had evidently moved on with that gorgeous blonde woman. He has no plans of rescuing you from this universe. He’s probably forgotten about your entire existence.

The man on your side scoffed and was about to speak, but as he looked at you, at the pain etched on your face, and the way you were tightly holding into his arm, he chose not to.

“This is why I’m not letting you see him.”

“You… knew?” that prompted you to look up at him.

“I took a peek at your universe last time. I didn’t want to tell you because I know it’ll break your heart. Do you understand now?” his large hands cupped your jaw, wiping your tears with his thumb. “I was saving you from heartbreak, Y/N.”

“I can’t believe it- I thought he…”

“You really think he’s going to save you? That he loves you? Darling, he was ready to give you up to save the multiverse,” he gently tilted your head up to meet his gaze. “For what it’s worth, I never gave up on you.”

His words hit too close to home, making tears fall more uncontrollably.

“Don’t shed a tear over someone who isn't worthy of you! Come on, you know how much I hate seeing you cry. You’re not pretty when you cry.”

You nodded, accepting the handkerchief Stephen conjured from thin air.

“Stop crying about him and let me hold you.”

The sobs reduced to sniffles, the intense emotion you had felt cooling down a bit. You sheepishly closed the small distance between you, resting your head against Stephen’s broad chest.

He let out a long, deep sigh as if he just finished a long journey.

A Cheshire cat grin broke across his face as your arms wrapped around him, his hand coming up to caress your hair. He was worried that he made the wrong decision of not killing that Stephen, but for once he was glad that he didn’t.

He has no idea who that woman was, or if his variant had really moved on from you. All he knows is that letting you see for yourself that your Stephen doesn’t want you anymore, that he was the only one who would truly love you was a God-given gift. The timing was impeccable as if the multiverse had let it happen.

Now, you would never ask of him or anything about your universe. He would never let you go through that pain again. No one would be able to hurt you, as long you’re with him.

You’d never think of leaving, of running away. He will make sure that you won’t think of anything but him, and him only. He will finally get his life-long obsession dream to spend the rest of his life with you, his beloved.

“No one will ever love you the way I do.”

You’re back in his arms. Finally, Stephen has found the beauty of this destroyed universe.

“This is your new home, our home.”

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milks-thoughts · 1 year

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OKAY BUT IM LIKE- IVE BEEN THINKING ABOUT THIS FOREVER?? Reader has a tail but it’s not really said what kind of yokai they are

TW: heavy details of wounds and violence, GORE, ACCIDENTAL YANDERE?? YOU CAN READ IT LIKE THAT DEFINITELY

summary: reader gets hurt and Mikey goes APE SHIT

Nothing Left to Lose

☼ It wasn’t a hard mission

☼ the foot clan had attacked a store and everyone immediately went to deal with it

☼ you tagged along because you had gotten training from Leo so you could fight with a sword

☼ Mikey hadn’t expected to go oh so wrong

☼ The Foot Clan had gotten way stronger than you last remembered it being, it was really strange. Leo had been knocked out so they couldn’t portal away, Raph was forced to cover Donnie after his battleshell broke and he was knocked out. You held your blade tightly and swung around a foot soldier before knocking them down, you weren’t paying attention and a especially big foot paper ninja slammed you into the wall, you felt your body crack and searing hot pain filled you. You slid down the wall and to the floor, landing in a heap of limbs and pain. Mikey swarmed in front of you “-are you okay?! oh why am I asking that! “ he scolded himself and blinked watching your shaky hand cup his face and rub his face. Your eyes and rolled back into your head as you slumped into a limp. Your arm was twisted and dislocated, it’s forearm bent like the bone was split in two. your other arm was fine your fingers were crumpled in odd ways but it was okay, the back of your head was dripping blood and your side was leaking the same scarlet liquid. the rip cut open muscle and needed to be stitched. Your face had a nasty bruise forming on the left side where you slammed into the wall. Your neck was fine, and your legs looked okay other than slices and scratches. Your tail was bent and almost falling off. your lashes held onto tears that leaked from your eyes before going unconscious. Pizza supreme Mikey will never forget that scream of pain. That scream will haunt his nightmares, he turned and faced the foot soldiers, his plastron heaving with anger. If you asked him what happened he’d tell you nothing really but that was lie. Raph was frozen in fear as he watched his little brother tear people apart, their limbs strewn across the room and their faces torn apart their heads slammed in. Some were on fire from Mikeys ninpō. Their arms took the most damage really, but Mikey didn’t let them have a painless death. Pizza supreme it was scary, Mikey simply looked at him and a look of understanding filtered between the two. no one has to know. Mikey helped carry everyone back to the lair, to safety. For a second it was like he had nothing left to lose, that’s why he killed those soldiers. Because something in him snapped, he never wanted to experience that again.

#rottmnt #rottmnt x reader #rottmnt x you #angst #rottmnt mikey #mikey x reader #yandere #maybe??#it can be read that way #cw: gore #light gore

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ambermation · 1 year

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Platonic! Yandere! Strange Supreme x Reader Headcanons

Heyyyy! So I’ve been working on requests whenever I can, and while it is fun to write again, I do struggle with getting burnt out. So, I figured why not make some headcanons in the meantime?

I’m working on a Yandere!Doc Ock x Reader rn! It’s a request and I’m loving it, but not loving the time it’s taking lmao so stay tuned!

General Headcanons:

This may be a platonic relationship, but don’t think for even a second that this man won’t dote on you for anything and everything.

I’m serious. This man is as loving platonically as he is romantically.

He kinda acts like an overbearing, overprotective parent/guardian. Except 1000% worse (or better! Depends how you view it)

If you’re just a normal, regular ‘ol human, then he’s gonna think you’re absolutely helpless and need him to guide, protect, and care for you. Hell, even if you’re an expert in martial arts, he’ll still think this.

Develops some kind of morning and night routine for you, including what time you should wake up, eat, bathe, etc. And of course how you should spend time with him. That’s a guarantee with these schedules

Babies you 100%. You are his little baby and you can’t change that. You get a paper cut? He’ll act like your arm got cut off, and after he’s done cursing at the paper, he’ll use whatever spells needed to make you feel 10x better than before that nasty bit of tree corpse decided to hurt you.

Speaking of him using magic, Stephen loves to impress you with his vast knowledge of sorcery, especially if, again, you’re just an average human. He frequently uses spells to amaze you, make your eyes grow wide with wonder. He also loves it when you’re impressed with him using magic to heal you, how could he not? His little darling is amazed!!!

Stephen will lecture you for what, to normal people, are minor things or aren’t a actually issues at all. Things such as having some alone time because how could you do that, what if something happened, what if somebody hurt you? Or if you decide you want to do something different from the planned routine, because do you not appreciate his efforts? He just wants to make sure you’re safe and happy, don’t you know he does this because he loves you? Is his love not enough?

Going off of the last point, if Stephen thinks you went too far with disobeying him/disregarding things he’s done for you, he’ll conjure a special cell for you to stay in. There’s no windows, no doors, just a little block of a room. It’s basically a padded cell. He’ll give you your food via portals but won’t really interact with you in any way besides that.

Once he becomes calmer, but still angry, he’ll step into the room and hand you your food that way, but instead of leaving he’ll just stand there. Menacingly. Watching you eat. Never blinking once. That wouldn’t be so bad, if it weren’t for the fact that his stare is like being pierced by a million icicles… yeah I think absorbing all those creatures might’ve had a hand in that…

Then, when Stephen’s anger almost completely dissipates he starts giving off “disappointed dad” vibes. Primarily the “I’m not mad I’m just disappointed” vibe. He’ll take you out of the padded cell and all, but he’ll always carry this sadness when interacting with you in any way. Yes this man is guilt-tripping you 100000000%

Once Stephen’s over this little incident, he’ll go back to doting on you like you’re the only person in the multiverse (even if you technically are, if you two are stuck in Stephen’s bubble of a universe). After all, he loves you, and does want the best for you, but only if you listen to him, because he knows best. He’s here, with you, for a reason. Heaven knows how you managed to survive for so long without the Sorcerer Supreme to care for you. It’s still love, just a very twisted type of love.

#dr strange #yandere #supreme doctor strange #supreme strange #what if doctor strange #marvel #x reader #stephen strange x platonic!reader #platonic #platonic reader #yandere doctor strange

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6rookie-writer0110 · 1 year

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MasterList - 55

head cannon for Roman demigod - Reggie Mantle x Male Reader

Say Love - Hailee Steinfeld X Male Reader

Under the dusk- Hailee Steinfeld x Male Reader (SMUT)

Big Roles - Hailee Steinfeld x Male Reader

Hailee Steinfeld fluff alphabet

Desperate for the night - Hailee Steinfeld x Male Reader

Keystone - Hailee Steinfeld x Male Reader

Let me sleep with the lights off - Hailee Steinfeld x Male Reader

headcannons for Emma Frost, Laura Kinney, Illyana Rasputin, and Kitty Pyrde being caught cheating by Reader

Being the New Spider-Man and dating Mayday Parker would include.

Laura Kinney, Emma Frost, and Jubilee jealous headcanon

Headconon for being the supreme sorcerer (who has a similar origins to Doctor Strange) and dating Zatanna

Natural Lights - Male Reader/Son X Poison Ivy & Harley Quinn

I will never confess my sins - Yandere Edward Cullen x Male reader

Shadow Flame - Male Reader x Hela

Head Cannon with yandere Hela and her S/O

Hela Yandere Alphabet.

The crown of thorns is heavy - Son! Reader x Hela

With throns to show - Hela x Female Reader G!P (SMUT)

Earth isn’t that bad - Hela x Male Reader

Love on its own - Rogers!Male Reader x Bucky Barnes

Circles - Bucky Barnes x Male Reader

Love Snow - Bucky Barnes x Male Reader

Playboys - Male Reader x Tony Stark x Bucky Barnes x Steve Rogers x Ikaris (SMUT)

Let the sun be lonely - Bucky Barnes x Reader

Newcastle - Merman!Bucky Barnes x Male Reader

Being Bucky Barnes’s boyfriend in the 1940s would include...

Lay back. - Dean Winchester x Male Reader (SMUT)

Faster - Dean Winchester X Male Reader (SMUT)

It begins somewhere - Midnight x Male Reader (SMUT & Mommy Kink)

Light on my ego - Denki Kaminari and Eijiro Kirishima & Male Reader x Naito Monoma x Hitoshi Shinso (SMUT)

Trance Love - Male Reader x Freya Allan

#masterlist #master list

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enretrogue · 2 years

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𝐒𝐭𝐞𝐩𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐒𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞 / 𝐃𝐨𝐜𝐭𝐨𝐫 𝐒𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞 𝐅𝐢𝐜 𝐑𝐞𝐜𝐬 #𝟐

(These are not my works; full credit goes to the original writers. If you'd like your work removed, just shoot me a message and I'll remove it for you!)

✪ ~ BIPOC reader or writer (if this is wrong or you’d like it added, let me know!)

Marvel / MCU Fic Rec List ⎢ Fanfics Rec List

Tease — @fandomqueen74 Lay Me Down — @let-it-go-and-let-it-live Make Me Jealous ⎢ Part 2 — @empresskylo Teach Me — @thedigitalnativee Failed Missions — @whoppert ✪ Sick Days — @tomhollandisabae He Meets Your Family — @ambermation Yandere!Strange Supreme — @ambermation Stephen Strange and Reader With a Heart Condition — @randomfandomimagine This Isn’t Gonna End Well — @mollysolo Think of it as a Museum — @scandalous-chaos That’s My Shirt — @rosequartzwriting The Sorcerer and The Agent ⎢ The Agent and Her Sorcerer — @rosequartzwriting Goodnight and Good Morning — @rosequartzwriting Freezing Hands — @rosequartzwriting Here for the Wi-Fi — @spilledkauffie Sick — @helpinghanikan December Drabbles - Day Sixteen — @fireinmoonshot “Astral Projection” — @where-dreamers-go Smut Prompt @danny-cordray Cookies — @strawwritesfic It’s Okay To Not Be Okay ⎢ Part 2 ⎢ Part 3 — @girl-of-many-fandoms ✪

#lala’s fic recs #black!reader fic recs #woc!reader fic recs #stephen strange x reader #doctor strange x reader #marvel #mcu #avengers #marvel cinematic universe

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spicylove4ever · 2 years

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Supreme Strange VS Sinister Strange

I have seen that, despite being variants of Doctor Strange that made basically the same thing (destroy their universes), they are percieved in different ways by the fandom.

I'm here to talk about why is that, and through the differences on their actions.

Sinister Strange basically:

Used the Darkhold to see if there was any universe where he was together with Christine.

Prolongued use of Darkhold lead to corruption on him in the meantime

When found no happy version of him with the loved one, he got angry and fucking murdered all of those versions who lived without her.

Not only murdered other versions of him out of frustrated obsession over his unstatisfied love, but carelessly turned his universe into a ruin while doing it (not clear if he just didn't care about the consecuences or did it on purpose, but I bet is the first one) which means he killed the Christine of his universe by killing the other versions of him that reminded that their love seemed no possible instead of actually trying to get back together with her.

When a variant of him came to make a respectful request, he told him he would only let the other him use the Darkhold to save the multiverse if he, quote "gave him his Christine" (did he meant the one on the respective universe, or the one he saw outside?). Variant answers sensible thing that basically implies "dude, she's not mine or an object, it's her you have to ask to, and you really think she's up for staying on this death trap?" which basically starts the fight.

So, Sinister Strange is the Yandere Dr Strange.

Meanwhile, the Supreme Strange:

Got devastaded for the loss of his loved one. And learned magick in the first place in the search for a way to bring her back, but learned on the studies that goal was a bad idea.

Decided to use the Time Stone to go back in time and save her. Allong the MANY tries, we see that his main goal is for her to be alive and healthy, even if that meant they were not together (he would have loved to be still with her, but was willing to let her have another life as long she was alive).

Regular Time Stone plan failed, so tried a different aproach through studies of time, which meant gain power and turn himself into another thing. So far, this step was a MERE POWER UP, he wasn't trying to hurt anyone.

Becomes obsessed into his goal, to the point of oversee the consecuenses of his actions. He gets to absorb the other half of himself that is trying to tell him what he's doing, and he refuses to listen.

He reaches his goal, but it becomes a 1000 level of reality check when Christine is scared of him, which he could have got over of if bringing her back hadn't destroyed the universe.

He realises his mistake and tries to fix it, and tries to bargain so he would be the one punished as long and everyone else is saved, but no results. He ends all alone in a tiny universe with his INMENSE GRIEF AND GUILT.

He's later called to save the multiverse and he says yes, by that time he is a little more collected and has learned his lesson.

So he's mostly an OP Emo Dr Strange.

Or in other words, Sinister Strange is the Strange who would endanger the multiverse and kidnap 838 Christine (for example, since he has already seen her) and Supreme Strange would be the one who does this:

Then he would give 838 Christine a ride home, be his akward self along the way, give her a hug goodbye, and then come back to Sinister Strange for this:

Or, other way to put the main difference between them is that only one of them is boyfriend material.

#what if strange vs sinister strange #supreme strange vs sinister strange #doctor strange #doctor strange variants #dr strange #steven strange #multiverse of madness spoilers #dr strange 2 spoilers #christine palmer #we all love supreme strange #somedy make sure sinister strange is killed

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gm-bl-cult · 1 year

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Novel: Mr. Melancholy Wants to Live a Peaceful Life

Status: Completed (122 Chapters + 3 Extras) Personal rating: 5/10

What to expect: Manly couple (MC - 'housewife' gong with controlling tendencies /very slight yandere mood without gore part/, ML - strong bright 'policemen' shou), overpowered and smart MC from the start, save the world plot.

This novel has a 'fight the system' trop with quite fresh and uncommon implementation (as there is no world hopping). The idea itself is interesting - it something like 'Melancholy of Haruhi Suzumiya' meets 'Quickly Wear the Face of the Devil' (which I both love), but I have found problem with realization:

Plot at the whole is a bit lacking as there is no information about origin of the system (just some guesses about it possible origin in 3 sentences). I have felt it's not enough for this story. The system presence in the novell is very modest - it is not enough to build a proper antagonism. For this reason the ending part of the novel looks strange and absolutely anticlimactic.

I do not like the style of narration. Most of the novel it felt like I wasn't told a story to, but reading a retelling of one. There are parts that were easy to read, but novel feels very uneven for me.

The characters are a bit flat. And it is strange. This novel has a lot of very cool, funny, interesting side characters. Most of them even have an explained personal story. But author somehow still makes it feels as not enough. It feels confusing and disappointing.

I usually love stories with multiple POV - but I didn't expect to get the POV of the external observer. It didn't help to engage me with the story at all.

For me it was really hard to read, I wanted to drop it a lot of times and kind of regret not dropping it at the start.

Conclusion: this novel have a good plot (not supreme, but solid), so you can try it out. If you you don't like the narration style (just like me) - just drop and forget it. But if it happens, that this style is for you (as it is rich in descriptions and mood setting, has funny and distinct characters) - you can probably really like this novel.

What to read instead/similar-to if you want 'crush the system' plot: Quickly Wear the Face of the Devil, Don’t Pick Up Boyfriends From the Trash Bin, Global Examination.

If you want a similar couple (not the same but has similar caring gong pure shou while being a power couple vibe): Stone Age Husband Raising Journal

#danmei #chinese bl novel #bl novel #bl review #Mr. Melancholy Wants to Live a Peaceful Life

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girlwithwolftatoo · 3 years

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Yandere doctor Strange Supreme headcanons

I read a post about the yandere potential in What if...? Dr. Strange and couldn’t resist, so... here ya got!

-Being lonely in that pocket universe prism can become so boring, specially if you’re the supreme among supreme sorcerers in the multiverse. Plus the point of losing your humanity in a quest of love and losing everything... you can be sure everyone’s mind would turn very... twisted after a while.

-At first the face showing up in your dreams was more like a blurred image, but then the weird sensations started to catch you every night, while laying on bed, like a cold breeze caresing your flesh and an omnious, uncanny whisper, as the face in your dreams became more clear and... disturbing.

-Dimensions and universes are a complicated thing, but Strange can lift the veil between them to take a look at his more recent obsesion. How dared those mere mortals, useless atoms meant to vanish, to breathe the same air as you? He was very fonded onto staring at you from his self made cell, desiring to reach out and touch your sweet face, devour your sight into his, to feel the warmth of your body... oh, you were worthy enough, he had navigated into your mind for a long, long time, and he knew you were, in simple words, the right one.

-One night you wake up, feeling endangered although there’s no apparent reason to. You look around your half darkened room, the murmur of the city as the only companion of your senses... until you notice not one nor two but three bleaming orbs a few steps from your bed. And the orbs are getting closer and closer...

-”At last, I’ve come for you...” a deep growl comes from the unnerving void, and as the streets lighst hit the figure, you finally meet the face of your dreams attached to a male body. You have no time to figure out or even scream for help, for suddenly you’re not in your room anymore.

-”I’ve built this sanctuary just for you” Strange explains as you find yourself in a comfy place that suits your dreamhouse, surrounded by the most perfect ambience you enjoy. But yet... how can you trust this man? Is he even a man at all?

-Soon you realize you’re in a prison. Yes, that’s the word, a prison, for the endless horizon is not real and you cannot hide from Strange, who’s like an omniscent presence in that tiny world. You can have some time for yourself but most of it you are surrounded by the sorcerer.

-Sometimes he goes a little weird with his attitude, specially if he feels (or thinks) you’re getting rid of him or acting suspicious. He wants you to share everything with you, but the idea of you finding a way to escape... no, he cannot allow that.

-”You’re... tired of the same view, right? I can make another one for you, we’ll have waterfalls and mountains and... what do you want to weather to be? Just ask and I’ll give you whatever you want... anything but... getting you back to your old place.”

-He cannot understand why would you like to go back home, that place was awful and you suffered in there like every mortal. With him you can be so happy and safe and eternally beautiful, why do you keep trying to go back to Earth?

-If you push him out of his nerves, everything falls apart. Your home is turned into a pile of dust, your backyard is burned to the ground, and Strange shows his other face, the one you merely saw in your worst nightmares. But now is real, and dangerous, and you cannot help but run away. The only problem is... you can’t escape.

-Tentacles surround your body and force you to come back to him. Bat wings cast a shadow upon three glowing eyes and a painful scream comes from his mouth: “WHY CAN’T YOU SEE WHAT I’M DOING FOR YOU?”

-You screech in fear as one tentacle grabs your neck, squeezing it slightly. Strange leans over and kisses you, not like his usual sweet approaches but with fierce passion and possesive instinct. He carries you in this half human half monster look into a just made bedroom, and you know this time you won’t escape from his advances.

-”You’re mine” is what you hear the most as you’re driven crazy by a far beyond resistance of pain and pleasure, feeling claws and tentacles and fangs marking your skin. “You’re mine, never forget it... mine... mine...”

(Fanart was made by Hasana Wolf)

#marvel #mcu #Marvel What If #what if #doctor strange #dr strange #doctor strange supreme #stephen strange #yandere #headcanons

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