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[kimjiho1]

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[saradika]

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[anitalenia]

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[sophiethewitch1]

What We Want Masterlist

In Which A Romantic Breaks The Universe.

(Yandere!batboys x f!reader)

SUMMARY

Another lonely birthday, another empty year. You miss your family. You're late for your bills and rent, and even then, you got robbed last Tuesday.

Still, you buy yourself a cupcake, because you need it. I mean, hey. What's dessert for if not to get over cheating boyfriends and dead relatives?

As you blow out the candle, watching the clock switch from 11:59 pm to midnight of the next day, you make a wish.

And because the world doesn't like to make much sense, it comes true. Your life is suddenly flipped on a dime, and you're stuck trying to catch up with it. Fantasy becomes reality. You're a Wayne now, apparently. Or you used to be. You're loved, you're rich, you're talented and powerful.

Well, sort of. Careful what you wish for, right?

GENERAL TRIGGER WARNINGS/THINGS YOU CAN EXPECT

18+ MDNI, SLOW BURN yandere, romantic yandere with the 4 robin boys, rest of the batfam aren't yandere but still care about you, reader is a girlfailure, ex-step siblings (the dead mother trope), reverse harem, healthy dosing of enemies to lovers, my stupid romance novel tropes, fem!reader and afab!reader, all romantic leads 18+, the graphic violence, death and other such triggers of the original series, attempted sexual assault (chpt. 3), themes of depression/suicide, family death, themes of poverty, alcohol, mentions of alcoholism, my own mix of canon because honestly the canon right now is embarrassing, atypical/soft yandere behaviour, fluff and angst, suggestive and eventual smut, an eventual shared darling/polyandry, SLOW/INCONSISTENT UPDATES (aiming for once a month)

0. - The Second Worst Birthday Ever 1. - Not Quite An Isekai 2. - First (Second) Introductions 3. - Dreams And... 4. - Nightmares Too 5. - Meet The Adams Family 6. - Round Two. Fight!

Word Count as of the Chapter 6: 37k

Series tag (anon asks, snippets, updates and actual chapters all included): #series:WWW

More important asks/FAQ

Question about the boys being romantic or platonic Another question about the boys being hesitant or not Question about Damian being platonic or yandere Questions about Bruce being platonic or yandere Important note about the ex-stepsis thing Future sneak peek ft. Dames being stupid Question about happy/sad ending Future sneak peek ft. Dick being stupid

Fanart! Please give everyone here lots of love, their work is amazing!

Tim's Introduction Jason's Introduction Reader Under The Table SceneTM Reader Before And After The Worst Birthday Ever

[highpri3stess]

Oh my god, they’re…

Monsters: Mikey Sano x Reader x Izana Kurokawa

“They ate me alive and left me for dead”

series summary: your grievous sin was Emma standing up for you to her brothers. And now you’re going to pay the heavy price for destroying their perfect family dynamic.

updates: wednesdays and fridays

Series masterlist

mood boards

series content warnings (read carefully): 18+, DARK CONTENT, Tokyo revengers AU, female reader, virgin reader, heavy smut, polyamory, Dark Impulse Mikey, Manipulative Izana, inaccurate/inconsistent university terminology, heavy angst with little comfort, betrayal, misogyny and sexism, emotional, physical and mental abuse, virginity loss, purity culture allusion, mental break, manipulation, gaslighting, sexual harrassment, dubious consent, noncon, drug, alcohol and substance misuse/abuse, extreme violence, use of weapons, torture, criminal activities, PTSD, paranoia, emotional incest, power imbalance, character death(s) (not reader), anal penetration, mention of self-harm, religious guilt and trauma, religious themes, vouyeurism, gangbang, masochism, sadism, hard kinks, strangulation (non sexual), psychological horror (more warnings to be added soon)

Chapter 1: Warning Signals

summary: being friends with emma sano is nice, until you get on the wrong side of the Sano brothers.

word count: 9k

cw: misogyny, alcohol mention, sex mention, rape mention, brief religious mention, reader is called a whore/slut, slutshaming, sexual assault, noncon to dubcon, public initimacy, fingering (fem recieving), dacriphilia, gaslighting, manipulation, mention of vomitting, victim blaming, destructive thoughts, mention of violence (towards reader)

Chapter 2: Shots Fired

summary: izana kurokawa decides he has to teach you a bitter lesson that you wouldn't forget any time soon

word count: 7.5k

cw: smoking, mention of drugs, brief description of child abuse, childhood trauma and sex work, violence (against both character and reader), emotional incest, night terrors, allusions to sex, mention and brief description of rape, asphyxiation (non sexual), manipulation, slut shaming, near death experience, sexual assault, noncon, oral (m.recieving), face and throat fucking, attempted murder

Chapter 3: The Lesser of Two Devils

summary: the two brothers realize that peace with emma is within their grasp, they just need your cooperation

word count: 12.3k

cw: character x character smut - cunnilingus, struggling with sexual attraction, angst, mention of assault, physical violence, slut shaming, misogyny, intrusive/dark impulsive thoughts of murder and rape, manipulation, gaslighting, objectification of reader, mental health struggles, masking, breaking and entering, smut -character x reader, reader is threatened with r*pe, dubious consent, making out, dry humping, cunnilingus (reader receiving), pussy job, terrible aftercare, religious themes and guilt, panty stealing.

Chapter 4: The Calm

summary: emma decided you needed a break from all the stress of life and takes you to her home for a vacation and for a moment, you forget that reality is often disappointing .

word count: 12.5k

cw: male masturbation, academic fatigue, misogyny, objectification, one mention of unwanted pregnacy, implied drugging, age gap relationship, fluff to heavy angst, minor character death, murder, mental break down, panic attack, gang related violence, gun violence, metions of drug related business (c*caine), dubious consent, slight manipulation, mutual masturbation, fingering (fem. receiving), jerking off, nipple sucking, praise kink, squirting, proper aftercare.

Chapter 5: Act on Dark Impulses

summary: you knew better than to trust mikey and izana. yet you fall for their plan hook, line and sinker and live through the worst night of your life.

word count: 22.8k

cw: Dark CONTENT, 18+, NONCON, SMUT, threesome (mfm), implied character x character sex and relationships, violence, misogyny, tinsy but of fluff, heavy angst, dark impulse! Mikey, manipulator Izana, mention of sex work, illegal prostitution, allusions to sex, choking (not reader), bullying, gaslighting, guilt tripping, peer pressure, multiple betrayals, use of alcohol and drugs, drugging, r*pe fantasy, implied orgies, implied cheating, torture, dry humping, reader gets slapped in the face, light bondage, deepthroating/throatfucking, fingering (vaginal & anal) f. receiveing, spanking, virginity loss, double penetration, anal sex, unprotected sex, sadism, dacryphilia if you squint, slut shaming, degradation, dehumanisation, rough sex, overstimulation, mind break, mild breeding kink, facials, sexual torture.

Chapter 6: The Closest you’ll ever get to being in Love

summary: things get sicker and twisted with the two brothers and Emma is none the wiser.

word count:

cw: coming soon

Chapter 7: Trials and Tribulation

summary: You learn the hard way what happens when you refuse to be their stress relief because of your important exams.

word count:

cw: coming soon

Chapter 8: Divine Intervention

summary: You are called home to bury your mother and learn that nothing has changed since you left.

word count:

cw: coming soon

Chapter 9: Lead Me not into Temptation

summary: emma notices that something isn’t right with you when you come visit her in the sano residence.

word count:

cw: coming soon

Chapter 10: Deliver Me from All Evil

summary: you’ve finally broken the cycle, but at what cost?

word count:

cw: coming soon

notes from monica: I do not endorse any of these behaviors or any crime committed in this fic. This is purely for entertainment and introspection, please read the warnings for the series and each chapter and in case I missed anything, please dm me. If you are part of the taglist and you cannot read this fic because of your mental health, please, please and please alert me, I will take your name off. Your mental health first before my notes.

Thank you to my mutuals and all my followers who have supported me throughout and to those who will read this fic and support me. Since I began this account, I’ve made wonderful friends and I’ve been encouraged to write beyond my fears. Thank you, especially Zaya (@manjibunny) ! The mood boards turned out well because of you and all our discussions about the fic helped me a whole lot!

Anyways, enjoy. Asks, reblogs and comments are highly appreciated. PLEASE I LOVE TO HEAR YOUR THOUGHTS AND THEORIES. It goes a long way to know what people think about my fics.

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[thecuriousquest]

Master List Part Three

Updated 04/08/2024

***My request rules have been updated on 12/11/2023 and can be found here.

<Master List Part Two

Master List Part Four>

Key:

💙 = Platonic Yandere

💜 = SFW Yandere

🖤 = NSFW Yandere (I want to make a note that not all NSFW material mentions sex. Some of it is labeled NSFW because of heavy abuse, suicidal thoughts, graphic depictions of whipping or death, etc. Read at your own discretion)

💙🖤 = Platonic Yandere which includes NSFW material such as but not limited to: heavy abuse or abuse mentioned (whether brief of not), suicidal thoughts/tendencies, graphic depictions of whipping or death, etc. Read at your own discretion

🩶 = NSFW non sexual/non consensual spanking (EX: punishment spanking)

🩵 = NSFW platonic spanking

My Hero Academia

Tomura Shigaraki:

Yan!Naga Shiggy HCs 💜

Blurb 🖤

Shiggy Drug Dealer to Yandere HCs 🖤

Shouta Aizawa:

Bratty Girl 🩶

Spicy!Naga Shota 🖤

Kai Chisaki:

Maid Kink Drabble 🖤

Annoying Yan!Overhaul Tips 💜

Keigo Takami:

You Can’t Leave Me 💙

The Scent of Another Man 🖤

Destinations in Life 💙

Baby Bird 💙

Katsuki Bakugou:

Leaving Isn’t Easy 🖤

Daily Reminder 🖤

Blurb 💙

Apologizing 💜

Daily Reminder #2 🖤

Dabi:

Yan!Naga Dabi HCs 💜

What Are You Really Afraid of? 💙🖤

Oral Fixation 🖤

Daily Reminder (Touya-Nii) 🩵

Maybe 💜

Shoto Todoroki:

Thirsty Imagine - Shoto Todoroki 🖤

Stay Home, Imoto! 💙

Izuku Midoriya:

Yan!Dad Izuku Blurb 💙

KiriBaku:

Hunt and Chase 💜

EraserMic:

You Don’t Need to be a Hero 💜

Yan!EraserMic HCs 💙

Pregnant!Reader 💙

Shinzawa:

Learning Opportunity 🖤

TodoBakuDeku:

Everything has a Price 💜

Sub!Deku to Dom!Deku 🖤

BakuDeku:

Caught In Between 🖤

Twice:

Yan!Twice HCs 💜

Multiple Characters:

Faking Stockholm Syndrome (Bakugou and Keigo) 🖤

Yandere’s Favorite Kind of Toys - MHA Edition 🖤

MHA Spanking Pain 🩶/🩵

Fairy Tail

Rogue Cheney:

Boyfriend Material HCs 💜

Mystogan:

Asleep 🖤

Naruto Shippuden

Kakashi Hatake:

Horny Drabble 🖤

The Right to Have You 🖤

Kakashi’s Enemy 🖤

SasuNaru:

Learn Something New Every Day 🩶

Attack on Titan

Levi Ackerman:

First Time in the Underground 🖤

Instructions #1 🖤

Instructions #2 🖤

Fluffy Levi HCs 💜

Bunny 🖤

Maid Kink Drabble 🖤

Crushing 🖤

LEON…Whoops 🖤

The Effects of Alcohol 🖤

Missed Texts 🖤

Pregnancy and Punishment 💜

Pleasure Spot 🖤

EruRi:

Opinion 🖤

Demon Slayer

Muzan Kibutsuji:

Mafia Yan!Dad Muzan 💙

Demon Siblings 💙🖤

I’ll Get You There 🖤

Rose Thorn 🖤

Tengen Uzui:

Back to the Beginning 💜

Sanemi Shinazugawa:

The Wind Pillar’s Tsuguko 🖤

This Little Love of Mine 💜

Multiple Characters:

How the Hashiras Spank Their Darling 🖤

Jujutsu Kaisen

Satoru Gojo:

Yandere Dad Gojo HCs 🩵

My Daughter, My Little Girl 🩵

Thirsty Imagine - Satoru Gojo 🖤

Don’t Close Your Eyes 💙

Why, Gojo, Why? 💙

Ryomen Sukuna:

Daily Reminder #1 🖤

Horny Drabble 🖤

Daily Reminder #2 🖤

Sukuna Finds Your Vibrator 🖤

Nanami Kento:

Yan!Uncle Nanami 💙

Home Sweet Home 💙

Yuji Itadori:

Daily Reminder #1 🖤

Yan!Yuji One Shot 🖤

You’ll Learn, I Promise 🖤

Thirsty Imagine - Yuji-Nii 🖤

Yuji Spanks You (Blurb) 🩶

Choso Kamo:

Thirsty Imagine - Yan!Choso 🖤

Tiny Misbehaving Blurb 🩵

Megumi Fushiguro:

Horny Blurb - Megumi Fushiguro 🖤

Toji Fushiguro (Zenin):

Horny Blurb - Toji Fushiguro (Zenin) 🖤

Horny Blurb - Yan!Toji 🖤

Thirsty Imagine - Yan!Toji Fushiguro 🖤

Princess (Daddy Loves You Part One) 🖤

Dirt Bag (Daddy Loves You Part Two) 🖤

Suguru Geto:

Suguru Geto HCs 🖤

Don’t Fuss 💜

Toge Inumaki:

Drabble - Toge Inumaki 💜

SatoSugu:

Daily Reminder #1 💙

‘Tis the Fucking Season! 🖤

ItaFushi:

The Darling Shows Favoritism 🩶

SukuIta:

Yuji-Sukuna Horny Blurb 🖤

Multiple Characters:

Spanking for Running Away 🩶

Assassination Classroom

Karma Akabane:

Death by Chocolate 🖤

Black Clover

Julius Novacrono:

Tiny Punishment Blurb 💜

[ttenvely]

ON MY YOUTH — THEME PAGE PACK

In the source link below, you will find three (3) various theme pages without javascript — for free! Almost everything can be adjusted (fonts, colors) with minimal editing and everything is labeled throughout. If you come across any issues or have any questions, feel free to message me!

FEATURES

gif pack page — a simple page to host your individual gif packs

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GUIDELINES

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feel free to edit and have fun!

Please consider reblogging to help share my work!

[saradika-graphics]

hi lovely! could i perhaps request some sun headers? for masterlist, introduction, & request rules? tyty! <3

Ahh hi, sure! I made two different options for you, with matching dividers. I hope you like these! (Tap and open to save for best quality!)☀️💖

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[viixen01]

𝐉𝐔𝐉𝐔𝐓𝐒𝐔 𝐊𝐀𝐈𝐒𝐄𝐍

☁️ - fluff 🎀 - smut 🕷️ - angst 🌑 - dark

⚫️ - really dark

☙ — 𝐌𝐀𝐌𝐀𝐒 𝐁𝐎𝐘 ☁️

⤷ Toji fushiguro x reader

Little megumi get into an accident while with his dad.

☙ — 𝐁𝐑𝐄𝐄𝐃𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐊 𝐅𝐓. 𝐉𝐉𝐊 𝐌𝐄𝐍 𝐏𝐓𝟏 🎀

⤷ jjk men x reader

jjk with breeding kinks knocking reader up

𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐄 𝐒𝐎𝐎𝐍 ..

[faetreides]

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[saradika]

hi!! i love your masterlist graphics, could you do some that are forest themed? thanks in advance, and no problem if you don’t!

Hello! Ah, thank you so much, so happy that you like them!! I have done a few forest-themed ones (here and here) but I love that theme so much that I definitely wouldn’t mind making a couple more!! 🌲💕

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[anitalenia]

.𖥔 ݁ ˖ 𝐀𝐍𝐈𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐃𝐈𝐕𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐑 𝐃𝐔𝐌𝐏 ! .𖥔 ݁ ˖

⊹ ࣪ ˖ ꒰ঌ ♡ ໒꒱ ⊹ ࣪ ˖

credits to me. feel free to use and save. of course credit would be appreciated but it is not required. I’m just making these for fun <3

[selarina]

Ode to Psyche

Tides That Hide

-> Gojo Satoru x Fem!Reader (ft. Getou Suguru x Fem!Reader)

Summary: Gojo beckons you with grand gifts and his body's warmth. Getou beckons you with understanding and a strange sense of elusiveness. But it is the ocean, with her siren call who beckons you to freedom.

Content Warnings: royalty au, forbidden love, slow burn, mommy issues, beach, politics, love triangle, forced marriage, isolation, power dynamics, dubious morality, dark themes, manipulation, fantasy setting, themes of loss, implied violence and death, unedited

Author's Note: beach episode yay! (distant stabbing noises)

Read on AO3 | Part 1 | Part 2

As a child, you harbored a genuine affection for your dolls, a fondness so deep, so sincere that the delicate threads that held them together bore the hefty marks of your play. Their hair, once lustrously flowing became an entangled mess; their eyes, once alive, bore a weary quality from the hours and hours of your devoted play. You loved them so ardently, so completely, that they withered because of devotion.

Your mother's apprehension grew as doll after doll met its demise, casualties of your all-consuming play. She witnessed this from the shadows with a growing concern that seemed to permanently etch itself onto her features. She looked at you in the face one afternoon and feared she saw the demon himself in your eyes, eyes that mirrored the haunting stare of her husband.  

In the stillness of the night, your mother made a desperate decision. Away from the prying eyes that watched your every step, the two of you navigated through the woods, the vivid crimson of your dresses contrasting starkly with the drab colors of the woods. If there were any bystanders, they could easily spot you, like color on a paper of white but luck seemed to be on your side, as the two of you managed to reach undetected.

Before the two of you stood a recluse, worn-out cottage. Isolated and stout. You were merely 3 winters old but you remember this place — the cold, the wet, and the dead — it remains in your head as a memory made up of mere fragments but it’s there, and each fragment seems so so vivid that you could never truly bring yourself to forget, no matter how many times you brought yourself to try.

Your mother was weary and determined, she sought aid from the cottage’s owner — a peculiar, lanky woman. She pleaded and pleaded — with torrents of jewels, money, potions — she was willing to trade anything to save you from the cursed life of bearing such eyes; of bearing such a soul. Reluctantly, the woman acceded, leaving you and your mother to wait in your damp seats.

That night, the woman disappeared, her head deep within a closet she was rummaging through, as the two of you waited and waited and waited — in that interlude of the night, your eyes grew as dull as the dolls you wore out. It took you years but it dawned upon you that it wasn’t out of your mother’s love but because of the sight of the growing desperation in her eyes, imprinting a deep sense of sadness and helplessness you couldn’t fully comprehend as a child. You just wanted to make it go away.

The woman came out after what seemed like hours at the time, she handed your mother a wooden vessel, its contents brimmed with a gooey concoction of purple-black hue. Your mother gently then, commanded you to drink the unsettling oozing elixir, and you relented — despite how disgusting it looked and despite how sad and damp you felt at the time.

That fateful night was marked as a pivot for change as you started behaving since. Perhaps it was merely the passage of time that rendered the allure of dolls obsolete, or perhaps it was the damp memory of your mother's eyes heavy with fear and disappointment that spurred you into this change, but regardless of the reasons, from that point onward, your treatment of the dolls transformed. No longer did you love them to tatters; now, they remained fresh and vibrant, their luster untarnished, so fresh-looking that they could easily be mistaken for new.

Years hence, upon your fifteenth birthday, she unveiled a long-held truth — in hushed words — that it was your eyes that were the reason she never truly bring herself to love you. Her revelation was intended to grant solace, a salve to the wound she opened herself – "It's all right now, not your fault. Mere genetics, sweet bird." she soothed.

That was the last night you found yourself shedding tears in front of that woman. “The eyes are the first bearing of a soul,” she always said. You wonder if she knew her sentiment was laced with delicious irony. You wonder if anyone told her there was no such thing as a soul in her eyes, only a bleak dullness that you soon came to mirror yourself. 

You always thought Satoru Gojo was a man who was cruel at heart. Strategic, passionate, unpredictable, and loud — he was all the things you were taught to hate; he was all the things you were taught not to be. But now you think he is an echo. He is merely a version of you that was never cursed to stop by a bottle of elixir. Perhaps his parents allowed him the luxury of loving his dolls to death. It’s one of the sparse few qualities you could bring yourself to admire about him. 

Ever since you shared your slumber with the man as he clung to your hand like a bloodsucking leech, he started gifting you more and more trinkets until they were all that filled your chambers. Among them, is a petite library you spent quite a lot of time in, nestled on the floor beneath your chambers. All of this only makes you wonder — are you now his doll — if you were, all you had left was to wither over his corrosive touch then. 

And then of course, there were his eyes — he would stare and stare and stare — stare as you slept, stare as you read, stare as you amble away, stare as you stared back. His eyes always brimmed with a sort of vibrancy you were not quite used to having around, not for years. His eyes were so so blue, you could almost bring yourself to remember the ocean as it once was. 

The urge nags – should you implore him? To gift you the very ocean itself. Would he gift it to you? You wonder. 

You wonder the bounds of his love for you. If he managed to give you the ocean, you would ask for the stars, and if he gave you the stars, you would ask for the moon. Maybe it’s the way you were raised but you savor this aspect of him — the way he swivels away at your word, returning with anything you would ask for and more. 

Yet, one thing remained: he would stare a lot, his eyes cataloging your every move — the soft flutter of your eyelashes, the sinews that flex within your hand, the furrow of your brow, the subtle shift of your legs. He was a very meticulous observer.

The fact that this peculiar man could bring himself to do all of this while keeping you trapped here in the tall confines of this dreary tower was just all too twisted but enticing in a way you couldn't completely ignore.

—

"An early visit to the Moonshadow Woods." The forest was a realm of aversion for you.

"A weekend amid the mountains?" The wind's bite was a sensation you grew to abhor.

"An evening of festivities, in your honor!" The hum of people, an incessant hum that grates your sanity.

"A night of jewels, I can take you to any merchant and buy the most ancient and sacred jewels." Yet, your chambers already gleamed with excess opulence.

You fear that despite Gojo’s incessant, and frankly jarring, devotion to you — he doesn’t know you at all. His affection is akin to a smothering embrace upon a fragile porcelain doll. You truly do not wish to break — not because of his touch of all people.

He continues to speak, brewing up options upon options, his voice akin to an insistent mosquito.

“Gojo Satoru. Stop this now,” you declare, your tone mild, yet commanding.

“My love?” He kneels before you, as your form seats itself comfortably on your linen bed, his legs dig into the solid floor, cold but he digs deeper till he finds a warm.

“I…” He comes closer, as he nestles himself into the plush of your thighs. You find it difficult to bring yourself to hate this — the warmth of his body against yours. The devotion ablaze in his eyes, a fire too beguiling for a man so inherently flawed, right? You wonder if he brewed a potion to make you think to see him such a light, but you also think he would have perfected it — and you fear a love brewed from potions is just too unsatisfying for a man like Gojo Satoru.

“I want to see the ocean,” you say.

“The ocean?”

“Yes, I want to see it. I have been dreaming of it every passing night.” You have been seeing no such things at night, but the want to see the ocean is very genuine. You can’t stop as a mental image of the raven-haired figure you’ve been greeting every night flashes behind your eyes.

He lifts his gaze, his eyes tracing the path from your eyes to your lips, to your chin, and back to your eyes. “Why the ocean?” His inquiry bears a gentle tilt.

“Well, they’re blue,” you say, as your hands carefully cradle his face. “Like your eyes.”

A smile unfurls across his lips, and you can’t tell if it bears a fictitious quality, or if you are simply losing your wits. You shudder, for it feels as if he could see through your ruse. He’s seen you escape this tower one too many times. Are you false to assume that his growing affection for you — could grant you the freedom to see the ocean — to free yourself from this kingdom?

“Without a doubt then, my Queen. We shall journey to the ocean this approaching weekend. I shall set my time out for you,” he responds, his smile radiant and infectious. Yet, a subtle ache nestles within you — you asked for you and you alone. He knows this, and yet. A sigh escapes you as you smile.

“Thank you,” you murmur.

“Anything for you,” he declares, rising from his knees. His departure is accompanied by a soft kiss he bends to bestow upon the crown of your head. 

You observe his departure, his regal white cape trailing behind him as he makes his way down the stairs.

—

Outdoors you stand and the weather is unyielding — cold and biting against your skin but you revel in it, for it is a welcome respite from the confined and stale air of the castle and of the tower. Only a few more hours, you have been chanting this chant from the moment you woke up today - as you took a bath, as you ate breakfast, as you got dressed, and as you made your way down to wait for the carriages. You have to try and pat your own back now, for who else will?

“Only a few more hours,” a voice utters, and your head swivels, your heart quickening its pace at the sound.

Getou Suguru.

He stands, in all his glory — his black cape billowing slightly in the wind, his black hair, his black rings, his black footwear, and his black eyes staring back at you — the only dash of color amidst his monochromatic elegance is the lustrous gold collar clips that connect the front panels of his cape.

"And the vast ocean awaits us," he continues to state against your continued silence. 

“Us?” you inquire.

“Gojo hasn’t informed you of the situation, my queen?” Getou says as he tilts his head. The title "my queen," is unfamiliar on any lips save for Gojo's. You suppose, now it finds its place upon Suguru's as well. You can't help it but you admire the audacity.

“He has not,” you admit, unable to tear your gaze away from him.

"Ah, intriguing," Suguru muses. “Your most beloved husband intends to discuss some religious squabbles rising within the kingdom.” He tilts his head slightly, his expression shifts, his voice low as he speaks. “Just unfortunate, isn’t it? How he’s willing to forsake your esteemed companionship for the sake of attending to such matters?”

“Indeed,” you concur. "Quite unfortunate."

Your eyes shift up to the sky, tracing the faint light that graces his face. As the sun rests in the sky, its presence temporarily blinds you when you look away. A smile graces your lips, acknowledging its presence as it deigned to grace your day at the beach.

—

The ride to the ocean is a bit long, yet you resist the temptation to succumb to slumber, even though such a choice might be deemed advisable. You do want to be fresh and rested for when the ocean arrives, but remaining awake is imperative as well; you yearn to savor the world outside in all its mundane glory, the glory that was denied to you for far too long in a cruel deprivation.

Around the midpoint of the journey, Gojo professes his sleepiness, a ploy you suspect conceals a desire to rest his face onto your lap. You find that he likes to do this a lot. You wonder if it’s his mother’s fault — perhaps she provided him with too much physical affection, or maybe just too little. Or perhaps it was a former lover of his. Or perhaps he was just bred this way. 

Your fingers unconsciously thread through his hair, a learned ritual from childhood.

Your mother did this often with you, and you did this often with your siblings. You miss them sometimes but then other times you remember the poison that choked you as they laughed and cruelly anticipated your death. If only you succumbed back then, maybe you wouldn’t be here now — caressing a stranger who bears the role of your husband.

Truth be told, he is not fully a stranger — he’s akin to you in so many ways, whether it be by brashness, caprice, or fervor. He is simply you if you were given the respite of time and glory. He’s you unbroken. A chuckle escapes you, quiet as you’re still aware of the man asleep — even the unbroken version of you bears its many fractures.

—

The carriage comes to a sudden halt, jostling you enough for your head to bang back against gently its interior. In an instant, your eyes spring open, your gaze darting around in anticipation of the ocean that has been the object of your longing.

A chuckle emanates from beside you, and suddenly you’re all too aware of his warmth against your own. Gojo speaks up, “We aren’t there yet — We’re stopping at a cottage where we will reside for the weekend. The ocean, a mere ten-minute stroll from here, though I must say I quite like you like this.”

“You do?” you ask, a bit taken aback, still recovering from your nap.

“Yes,” he confirms. “There is finally color to your face. Moreover, your fingers are grasping onto mine at this very instant now. I think I could die a happy man. Truly,” he muses with a sigh, as your fingers gradually release their grip, your face touched by a trace of bashfulness as you look away.

As the carriage door opens, you find yourself standing in front of a quaint cottage, nestled amidst a grove of trees. The air feels different here, fresher, more invigorating — a stark contrast from the suffocating air you grew up in and around your castle.

The scent of pine and earth hangs in the air, and the distant sound of waves crashing against the shore reaches your ears. You find yourself smiling just a bit, but you’re cautious — you are Queen. A fallen princess — loyalties wavering and all of that — so, you’re cautious but you let yourself stretch into a small smile.

Gojo, ever the attentive companion, offers his hand to help you down from the carriage. You place your hand in his, feeling the warmth of his skin against yours. His touch is both comforting and imposing — a gentle reminder that you are not alone in this journey.

Upon stepping into the quaint cottage, you're greeted by the embrace of an old-world interior adorned with rustic furniture of soft, browner hues. 

“I can have the men set up the fireplace,” he offers, gesturing toward the empty hearth. “We brought wood.”

“There's no need for that now. I must see the ocean now,” you declare.

Gojo's lips curve into a knowing smile. “As you wish. I'll ensure they prepare the fireplace for our return, though.”

You make it there, and you think that perhaps Gojo had lied to you — it surely took far more than 10 minutes to walk. Or perhaps your bones have grown weaker in your prolonged confinement.

The sun is in the midst of its ascent, only half of its golden disc breaking open the sky. The sky is painted in hues of orange and pink, as you stand at the edge of the shoreline, your gaze fixed on the vast expansiveness of the ocean. The waves crash against the shore with a soothing rhythm, and you feel a sense of serenity wash over you. Gojo stands beside you, his presence steady and tall.

"Ahh, the ocean. She’s a beauty like you, isn't she?" he says softly, his gaze fixed on the horizon.

"Yes, she is," you reply, your voice equally soft. The expanse before you stretches on endlessly, a reminder that there exists a world beyond the walls that have held you captive for so long.

A profound silence settles between you two, a quiet that is only broken by the rhythmic sounds of the waves. You find yourself noticing something rare — Gojo, usually averse to silence, stands still and soundless — an eternal hater of silence yet he stands so still, not even letting his presence be known to you.

Breaking the hush, you venture, "Thank you for bringing me here.”

He turns to you, a warm smile on his lips — genuine, you can’t help but access. "Anything for you, my queen." Not as genuine as the smile but you’ll take it for he brought you the ocean today. 

“And I would love to stay by you, right here but I fear I must leave you as I need to discuss some things with the council,” he continues, as he takes your hand in his own.

"The council is present? Here with us?" you inquire, your hand going lax in his hand.

"Some members," he affirms.

“Why did you bring them?” A tinge of unease creeps in as the notion of those who harbor animosity and murderous intent infiltrating a place that is supposed to represent the antithesis of it all.

"The matters to be discussed require discretion, so I summoned a few to accompany us," he elucidates, his thumb brushing against your hand. “You won’t have to see their unsightly faces. I will ensure as much.”

“Thank you,” you convey, though reservations simmer beneath your gratitude, as he did withhold this information from you. Perhaps, you should consider this as a facet of your relationship you must become accustomed to.

"However, I've brought Getou along. He is already apprised of the matters at hand and can remain with you as I take my leave," he assures, a smile gracing his lips, as Getou emerges from behind him, almost like an apparition out of thin air, very fitting — but then you notice the sentinels standing at a distant tree and realize Gojo must have signaled them.

“Besides, I've heard you've come to regard him as a confidant. Which is great, as he is not merely an associate of mine but a friend who I trust entirely,” he adds as you watch Getou walk towards where you two stand. 

"With your life?" you suddenly speak, your tone serious, your eyes fixed on him.

He looks back at you, away from the emerging man, he’s momentarily perplexed but do not misread the situation because his words come out swiftly, like a dagger to your throat, “With my life.”

As Gojo takes his leave, the two of you are left standing alone, sharing an awkward space between you that is pregnant with unspoken thoughts.

"So, he brought you here as my nursery attendant, I gather?" you finally break the silence.

"More of a confidant. A friend, perhaps?" he offers in response.

"Some friend you truly are," you retort. "You never even bothered to inform me that the council would be accompanying us."

"I apologize," he says, though his words lack true remorse. He's not sorry at all.

For some reason, it's easier to discern lies from the truth with Getou; he stands bare for you quite often, just as you've been finding yourself doing for him. It’s pervasive in so many ways that could even stand against actual nudity you have witnessed from Gojo, it’s truly all very maddening.

You seat yourself upon a throne-like rock, perhaps the only throne you will come to assume in this life. You sit, and you stare. You stare and you stare and then you stand, you throw stones against the water as your eyes observe the ensuing ripples, and then you sit back down again. 

The time passes so you stand again, walking quietly as you feel him trailing your steps. He walks at a respectful distance of five feet. You test it by abruptly stopping and stepping back. He follows the ensuite. 

A resigned exhale escapes you, guiding your steps back toward the sought-after rock.

You resume your seat, and he assumes his beside you. Five feet adrift. 

Time passes yet again as you stare, your eyes growing numb against the harsh winds, but you refuse to go back into the cottage — another trapping space. Thus, you persist in your seated posture, your eyes watering and watering, trickling down your cheeks — until Getou, his presence unobtrusive as ever, quietly hands you a kerchief.

It’s soft against your cheeks, unlike what you've felt of his hands. You start to think of his hands — calloused from the war? Childhood? You’ll never truly know, you suppose.

You stand again, and then you twist, trying to see where the guards stand, and nothing. They seem to have disappeared. You wonder what happened. 

But then you look back at Getou and he smiles a small barely visible smile — you think the winds could have made it all up. 

You smile back, and then — you run. Your hair entangling against the wind, as you and you run. 

Time passes as you run, and soon you find yourself sleeping back against the rock, your eyes focused on the steady rhythm of the ocean waves.

Against this backdrop, you hear Getou's soft humming, a counterpoint to the growing stillness. You observe the waves of the ocean as they march on, a steadfast dance between earth and water. The sky grows weary and grey, a rain pour soon approaching but you want to stretch and spend as much time as you can here. 

Getou often tells you nothing of substance, nothing of himself. That is besides the few trinkets he throws to you now and then. A dead mother — don’t we all have dead mothers? What more? You feel the urge to want to break his skull open, reaching through to touch every memory he has lived, read every thought he ever had — and you think you might be as insane as Gojo.

“I must ask—” Suguru speaks up.

“What is it?”

"You're much like him. So why?"

"Why what?" you feign ignorance.

"You know precisely what," he counters.

"No, I truly do not."

"You do."

"No, Suguru, I genuinely don't. Spit it out," you assert.

"Very well. It’s been a year. Why do you not love him?"

“Why do I not love him?” You let out a dismissive scoff. 

He stares, waiting for you to continue. Very well, then. “He seized my kingdom. Mine!” You raise your voice, “Pfft — All that I held, he stole away. Left me powerless. Forced me into a fucking marriage with him against all of my will.”

“It's the way of our world,” Suguru replies with stark simplicity, his matter-of-fact tone nearly tempting you to slap him. You find strength in yourself to restrain if only to preserve the beauty you’ve grown to admire. But you’re wearing thin in your patience.

"He killed my family. Every last one of them," you declare, enunciating each syllable with an infuriating precision.

“And you were happy to watch them die,” he retorts, shaking his head as he steps closer into your space. “What is it, really?” 

You don't answer, but you stare at him. You stare and you stare, trying to find an answer in his eyes, but nothing — it's pitch black.

After the long, contemplative pause. "Perhaps that's the very reason," you muse.

He tilts his head, "What do you mean?" he inquires.

“He is much too like me. We could be friends in another life — but lovers?” You pause, averting your gaze. “Maybe in another another life.”

You look straight at the ocean, but you don’t see much. The night seems to be setting in soon.

As you sleep beside Gojo Satoru, a man of seemingly endless devotion, seemingly who remains the first to be the one down on his knees for you — contemplation swirls. You think about the way he tugs himself into your chest. You think of his hands taking possession of your hips but mostly, you try to think of his warmth against yours. This night, cold in its demeanor, seems to reinforce your desire for such warmth.

You try to fall asleep as it pours and pours and pours into midnight — you wonder if Getou is finding his rest embracing him well tonight. You think about what you said to him, the confessions that you laid bare to a man as elusive as the man radiating his warmth for you. You wonder what he will do with what you said. 

You wonder what you will. 

Tonight, as you slip deep into slumber, you continue your voyage within your mind's labyrinth. But tonight, it seems, the raven-haired phantom will not be a visitor. Instead, you dream of the open sea, boundless and untamed as she is. 

But soon, your thoughts convulse, almost as quickly as a tempest's dance, traversing you through a kaleidoscope of visions — rare gems, a book, collections of books, roses, gardens, gardens of verses — they flit past swifter than lightning could strike the sea.

But as the night clears out so do your dreams — your dream takes a shift as the cacophony stills upon a singular vision — a throne. The throne is resplendent in its grandeur but empty in occupancy. The throne's silence is almost palpable and yet — and yet, you hear the whispers reaching out to you in their silent pleas. Whispers so faint it could be air. 

Yet, it's more profound than mere air; it carries a resonance that speaks directly to you. It beckons, not with force or command, but with a quiet longing. It articulates itself in the simplest manner — it's beckoning, it tells you. It’s beckoning for something, for someone. It’s beckoning for its companion. 

[httpiastri]

blurb/thoughts masterlist !!

★ = personal favorites || ♥︎ = reader favorites

f1 masterlist ll f2/f3 masterlist

lando norris

riding him in his sim chair…. – smut ♥︎

nonsense – suggestive ♥︎

post-crash in las vegas – fluff

^^ part two – angst/comfort

aftercare headcanons – suggestive

dad!lando – fluff ★♥︎

jealous lando – suggestive/smut

oscar piastri

aftercare thoughts – suggestive

aftercare headcanons – suggestive

birthday thoughts – fluff

vacation thoughts – smut

charles leclerc

die for you – suggestive

ollie bearman

london boy – fluff, crawford!reader

clement novalak

summer sundress thoughts – smut ★

ibiza blurb – fluff

book smart x street smart blurb – fluff

[thecuriousquest]

Master List Part One

Updated 11/29/2023

***My request rules have been updated on 12/11/2023 and can be found here.

Master List Part Two>

Key:

💙 = Platonic Yandere

💜 = SFW Yandere

🖤 = NSFW Yandere (I want to make a note that not all NSFW material mentions sex. Some of it is labeled NSFW because of heavy abuse, suicidal thoughts, graphic depictions of whipping or death, etc. Read at your own discretion)

💙🖤 = Platonic Yandere which includes NSFW material such as but not limited to: heavy abuse or abuse mentioned (whether brief of not), suicidal thoughts/tendencies, graphic depictions of whipping or death, etc. Read at your own discretion

🩶 = NSFW non sexual/non consensual spanking (EX: punishment spanking)

🩵 = NSFW platonic spanking

My Hero Academia

Kirishima:

You Could’ve Been Hurt, Pebble! 🩶

For Love 🖤

Shoto:

You’re so Troublesome, Snowflake 🖤

A New Life 💜

Stripped 🖤

Boyfriend Shoto Todoroki Headcanons 🖤

Yandere Shoto and Levi Headcanons 🖤

Go to Sleep 💜

Dabi:

Yandere Big Brother Dabi Headcanon 💙

Fire and Water 💜

Little Sis, Shut the Fuck Up 💙

It’s Too Fucking Hot in Here 🖤

Boyfriends and Bruises 💙

Yandere Alphabet: Dabi 🖤

P is for Patience 🖤

Keigo:

Little Dove, My Heart Flutters for You Part One 🖤, Part Two 🖤

You’ll be the Death of Me 💜

Japanese Sweets Prompt 💜

To Cage a Hero 💜

Pay Attention! 🖤

Izuku:

You Belong To Me 💜

Hero Conventions and Escape Routes 💜

Life’s a Game 💜

Run Your Mouth 🩶

Ikigai 💜

Dedicated 💜

Bakugou:

The Eyes of a Man are His Downfall 🖤

The Only Choice Left 💜

No Escape 🖤

Can’t Live Without You 🖤

Hitoshi:

You Warm My Heart 🖤

Little Doll in the Park 💜

In Need of a Hero Part One 💜, Part Two 💜

Aizawa:

Platonic Yandere Teacher Shouta Aizawa Headcanons 💙

Hell on Earth 💙

TodoBakuDeku:

Mistakes Were Made 🩶

Nothing Left to Say 🩶

KiriBaku:

You Know You Love it Part One 🖤, Part Two 🖤, Part Three 🖤, Part Four 🖤, Part Five 🖤, Part Six 🖤, Part Seven 🖤, Part Eight 🖤, Part Nine 🖤

DabiHawks:

Feathers Falling 💜

Breakfast is Ready 💜

I’ll be Good, Masters 🖤

The Corn Maze 🖤

A Storm’s Brewing 💜

EraserMic:

Caught 🩵

Butterfly 💜

The Grace Period 💜

When Blades Dance with Flesh 🖤

Multiple Characters:

MHA Yandere Quirk Headcanons 🖤

Darling, What Ales You? 💜

Izuku and Hitoshi Clothing Headcanons 💜

Fairy Tail

Natsu:

Yandere Natsu Headcanons 🖤

Rules and Doors 🩶

Yandere Alphabet: Natsu Dragneel 💜

Big Brother Natsu Headcanons 🩵

Jellal:

I’ll Make You Want to Stay 🖤

Laxus:

Ink, Roses, and Lightning 💜

Midnight:

Not Happening 🖤

Hybristophiliac 🖤

Multiple Characters:

Yandere Fairy Tail Punishments 🖤

Broken Darling 🖤

Broken Darling Headcanons for Natsu, Gray, and Laxus 🖤

Naruto Shippuden

Itachi:

Know Your Place 🖤

Kakashi:

What Happened to Your Tag? 🖤

Yandere Alphabet: Kakashi Hatake 🖤

Naruto:

Leave or Stay 💜

Yandere Alphabet: Naruto Uzumaki 💜

Sasuke:

Saint 🖤

Yandere Sasuke Uchiha Headcanons 🖤

Kurama:

Yandere Kurama Headcanons 🖤

Gaara:

Yandere Gaara SFW Headcanons 💜

Sai:

Yandere Sai Headcanons 💙

SasuNaru:

We’ll Take Care of You! 🖤

Attack on Titan

Levi:

What Comes in the Night 🖤

You Answer to Me 🖤

Learning is Painful Sometimes 🖤

Yandere Levi Ackerman Type 🖤

Yandere Alphabet: Levi Ackerman 🖤

Secretly Married Headcanons 🖤

Pregnant Reader Headcanons 🖤

A Tonic for Jealousy 🖤

Fevers, Sweat, and Tears 💜

Yandere Big Brother Levi Headcanons 🩵

Yandere Shoto and Levi Headcanons 🖤

In His Loving Arms 💜

Bad Pet 🖤

Have Mercy 🖤

The Captain and the Duchess 🖤

Legend of Korra

Tonraq:

Blind Dates and DILFS 🖤

[jjjuuh-writes]

Ao3 fanfictions

Here is a gathered list of all fanfictions with links and warnings:

No Way Out TW! Child abuse, starvation, neglect, medical procedures, violense Reader x everyone(?) - Reader falls into the world of Underfell as a child and grows up with the two brothers until a sudden force drags them into a new alternate universe.

Puppy Love TW! Kidnapping, noncon, violence, broken bones, amputation, force feeding, yandere, dehumanization Reader x Yandere!Fellswap Gold Papyrus - Reader is kidnapped by Yandere!Coffee.

Inside The Batcave TW! Anal, smut, knotting Undertale Papyrus x Underfell Papyrus (EdgePuff) - Papyrus and Edge have a movie night.

Family Day TW! Speciesism, mpreg, mafia, difficulties with pregnancy, threatening, homophobia Mafiafell Papyrus x Horrortale Papyrus - The family of three spend the day together, enjoying their time despite some unfortunate events.

The Help TW! FDIA, non-consensual drug use, medical treatments, needles, puking Underswap Papyrus x Reader - Stretch needs to feel needed.

Conversion Therapy TW! Homophobia, dubcon, smut, blowjob Underfell Papyrus x Swapfell Papyrus - Father Money fucks Edge straight.

I will edit this as I go, but this is what I have atm :3

(lots of papyly oneshots)