𝓞𝓑𝓢𝓔𝓢𝓢𝓘𝓞𝓝 𝓢atoru gojo x yandere! reader masterlist
summary 𑄝੭ You never looked twice at Gojo Satoru, not until he came up to you — begging for you to be his partner for an upcoming project. As far as you knew, he was really popular, so why was he asking you of all people? Regardless, you accepted. Overtime you developed an unhealthy crush on him. And you were willing to do anything to make him yours.
PAIRING ⟢ popular! Satoru Gojo x yandere! Reader
BEFORE PROCEEDING this story will have dark content ! with NSFW & fem! reader. unhealthy relationship, he fell first you fell harder ꒰ duh ꒱ college au, murder, biting, choking, use of viagra, jealousy, unprotected sex, giving head, stalking, stealing, really obsessive behavior, fingering, tba.
TAGLIST OPEN UNTIL OCTOBER ⋮ this series is going to be my personal 'kinktober' special ! so it won't begin until the 1st of October. all chapters will be finished by then and will be released throughout the month.
a series brought to you by @pillsatoru there will be no relation to the film 'obsession' I simply thought the title fit the series ⸜(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝♡
Soft!Brendon Park doesn't want a one night stand - Complete
Summary
Brendon Park had waited a while before he had the courage to talk to you, and of course he didn't regret it especially as it had led to one of the best nights in his life.
But when he realises that you think that it was only a one night stand, he knows that he has to grovel to show you that it meant much more to him than just that.
Main Chapters:
Part 1: In which he grows some balls
Part 2: In which he asks you out
Part 3: In which you realise that Park the Shark is just Brendon
Extra Chapters:
Soft!Brendon gets jealous
More info:
Light hearted story ; head cannons ; minimal smut ; soft!brendon
pairing masterlist: jack abbot x nightshift!sunshine!reader
find my masterlist for all my works here
welcome to my list compiled especially for the pairing jack abbot x nightshift!sunshine!reader
AKA old man attending x sunny girl resident reader
to note: these are in publication order but it's not at all necessary to read these in any certain order! i wrote how my brain saw fit LMAO in my mind these all exist in the same universe but part of the fun of being a reader is that you can decide whether or not that’s also true for yourself <3
🪩 pearls - 4k
summary: a missing earring sends you down a spiral (5)
🪩 adjustment period - 4.1k
summary: growing pains from your switch to the night shift with your attending come to a head (1)
🪩 hostile work environment - 3.6k - mdni
summary: jack pushes your boundaries at work, then finds a way to make it up to you (4)
🪩 meet me at our spot - 2.7k
summary: after a month of meeting jack after your shifts, you finally resolve to do something about the pesky little crush on your boss (2)
🪩 ...are you coming in or what? - 3.3k - mdni
summary: this thing with your attending ascends to a new level (3)
**I added a number at the end of each summary to indicate chronological order, but again: it's definitely not necessary to read these in any certain order. they make sense both as standalones and chronologically**
i'll be adding to this list as this pairing continues! you can also check the tag jack abbot x nightshift!sunshine!reader to find the full collection + any drabbles or extra thoughts i might post. thank you all for the love you've given my portrayal of dr. pepaw people's princess <3
series desc: reader is best friends with Deran Cody. she's a known introvert and sweetheart. so what the hell is she doing with Deran and Craig? but right when she thinks about slipping away, something (or someone) pulls her right back.
girlygirl!f!reader x andrew "pope" cody, no outright physical description of reader, no y/n
series tags: partying, drug use & sexual content, canon typical behavior, Pope Cody being Pope Cody, mdni
⋆‧°𓏲ּ𝄢 Chapter One
⋆‧°𓏲ּ𝄢 Chapter Two
⋆‧°𓏲ּ𝄢 Chapter Three
⋆‧°𓏲ּ𝄢 Chapter Four
⋆‧°𓏲ּ𝄢 Chapter Five
⋆‧°𓏲ּ𝄢 Chapter Six
⋆‧°𓏲ּ𝄢 Chapter Seven
⋆‧°𓏲ּ𝄢 Chapter Eight coming soon….
[ ONGOING - ??? Parts ]
Taglist for this series is CLOSED, blog is 18+, asks always open, don’t like don’t read
Thunderbolts!Bucky x Reader • Canon • A Baby Mama Drama Fic
A one-night stand with a stranger named James should have stayed anonymous. Until two little pink lines ruined that plan. When you see him on the news and realize your baby daddy is a congressman, avenger, and super-soldier, you have no idea what kind of chaos is in store.
This is a Baby Mama Drama reader-insert fic, featuring Valentina the Devil, pregnancy cravings, angst, hilarity through Thunderbolts team interactions, and, of course, a happy ending. Spicy chapters will have clean and spicy versions for inclusivity.
Trigger Warnings: Reader Insert Series ("you"); Drinking (NOT while pregnant); One Night Stand; P-in-V sex (Protected!); Failed Birth Control (duh); Accidental Pregnancy; Paternity Test; Pregnancy Cravings; Baby Shopping; Feeling Kicks; Labor (not graphic).
Author's Note: This series was a request from @nefarious-prat, that I had actually already outlined in series form! Thus, the series got moved up the to-do list. Also, she requested reader-insert, which saved me from having to name a character. Yay!
Main Masterlist
Prologue: One Night (18+; MDNI Version)
Prologue: One Night (Clean Version)
Chapters will be released when they become available. There may be more time between chapters than you’re used to, because I have some *events* coming up November and December!!
Message me if you want to be added to the tag list! (or removed, of course)
⋆.˚ synopsis: word has been spreading around that there'll be a new teacher at jujutsu tech highschool—you! excited to finally fulfill your dream of teaching and nurturing the next generation of sorcerers, you're ready to give it your all. your co-worker satoru gojo however, doesn't seem too thrilled at the idea of having (what he assumes to be) a spy for the higher-ups hovering over him all the time. but the more he gets to know you, the more of his expectations you completely shatter. and he can't help but find himself intrigued...
⋆.˚ starring:
── sunshine!reader: bright, optimistic, and hardworking, a real bucket of sunshine. grade one sorcerer who was approved to teach by the higher-ups. people tend to underestimate you because of your kindhearted nature and easygoing attitude, but you're quite strong.
── satoru gojo: overworked, exhausted, and still being expected to shoulder the world's responsibilities, gojo doesn't have the time nor the interest in playing ice-breaker with his new co-worker who probably won't last a week.
⋆.˚ tags: sfw, smau/chatfic + actual text, strangers to friends to lovers, bantering and competitiveness, fluff, happy ending, canon universe
Pairing: Johnny Storm x reader Word Count: 24.2k (so far)
Description: Everything was perfect. Engaged to the love of your life, a wedding around the corner, days filled with love and planning forever, until…the accident. You wake up one day with no memory of Johnny, and now he has to prove that if he made you fall in love with him once, he can do it all over again.
Tags/Warnings: fem!reader, angst, hurt/comfort, an accident resulting in amnesia, fear of losing of a loved one, johnny needs a hug, everyone cries, found family, eventual fluff, wedding planning shenanigans.
Note: As always I’m very happy to share this new project with you guys!! This will be a four part series (my first one yay) inspired on the album Lover by Taylor Swift. Angsty to the core, of course, but full of resilience and second chances too 🤍 See you there! Taglist open 🫶🏼
Masterlist
Chapter one: Soon you’ll get better
What am I supposed to do, if there’s no you?
Chapter two: Death by a thousand cuts
What once was ours, is no one’s now
Chapter three: Cornelia Street
That’s the kind of heartbreak time could never mend
summary and warning/s: baran headcanon/canon, some fluff, some smut, marking kink, praise, degradation, cunnilingus, strap-on mention, relationship with arash; very light headcanons
author’s note: last half not proof-read
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baran is a bad cook. the only reason she survived med school was thanks to cup noodles, takeouts, and group dinners with her other med student friends, and her sturdy starbucks order that withstood far too many all nighters. she only learned to cook for arash, well aware of the importance of feeding your child well. at year one, she was a decent cook. stale, most times, but decently edible. she only grew better when arash challenged her, asking for the taste to be better, sweeter, yummier. mama baran, as caring and perfectionist as she is, delivered; and now even she grew accustomed to liking vegetables and fruits in her plate.
speaking of med school days, baran hosts an annual gathering with her med school friends, usually somewhere tropical and beach-y. she’d have a whole itinerary planned, has an extensive list of all her friends likes and dislikes, preferences, bucket lists, catering to their quality of a good time. she loves the steady and unshakable connection she still have with her closest peers. she’s contagiously grateful to hear stories from her friends about a complication and innovative procedure from different places in the world, their resilience, her resilience, and how to this day they haven’t turned their back on their oath and the people.
baran who is passionate with her profession, naturally solicitude of all people regardless of what they look and what happened to them. all she sees is a person who deserves a good life. of course, until a lousy citizen walks her way. a restrained treatment, practiced attitude, a little less caring, and then she’s out of their sight. baran is glued to her morals and principles but she also opens space for her beliefs to be challenged.
and you have challenged her beliefs, graciously walking into her life like someone to disorganize (lack of better word) her life. she was drawn to you without a clear reason and this has happened before. a stranger that becomes her favorite colleague, her person for when her old car tires breaks, but you, you’re the personification of all her desires—her unreached desires. you opened baran to the enlightenment that she’s here in this world not only as a helper but also someone to be helped. as if she had been living on this earth without an actual anchor—until you.
baran is a natural flirt. you’re well aware, everyone she encounters does. they have been victim to her big, brown doe eyes; consistently leaving men and women flustered, most times to the point of asking her out for coffee (more or less). you’ve witnessed it on more than one occasion, gritting your teeth and bearing it, hindered by the status of your relationship. you wait til you get her alone, recounting your perspective of the exchange, irritated by the smug grin on baran’s face as you do. your jealousy is apparently one of her favorite traits, not holding you back when you pounce on her, mouth and tongue and teeth occupied with marking your territory.
speaking of marking, baran relishes on how you lose control over her. you have wanted to point out on multiple occasions that baran flirts back with her patients (you’re not there, but you’re sure when your right eye begins to twitch) and strangers just to rile you up, but you can’t really call it proof as she only gives them small talk. but when you do the same, oh boy, you’re in trouble the moment you give them a handshake. baran isn’t a jealous person, no, she’s far from it. she’s territorial. baran would mark every inch of your body if she has to.
she would draw out your moans, sucking on your neck, telling you she’ll pretend it's your clit, sucking and licking and nipping at the skin, and it could have been your clit, two fingers on your aching hole, but no, you just had to be a brat and rile her up. you just had to give the stranger a twirl when they complimented your dress, low cut and thin, outlining every curve and swell. you just had to be so greedy for compliments, baran’s own not enough, her hold on your waist not tight enough.
“you belong to me,” she growled, grazing her teeth in the valley of your shoulder as she pulled your hair back, panting at the sight of your arched back, bent over for the taking. she bit your flesh as you screamed, feeling the blinding pain of her fingers forcing themselves inside of you. “you belong to me,” she would chant until she’s forcing you to say it as well, threatening to pull out and leave you aching and needy and dry.
baran has never called you degrading names, it doesn’t seem to be in her vocabulary, but baby girl, princess, my liver, my love. she alternates between those, always saying it with pure affection and softness, putting clouds to shame. she says it with pure adoration in her eyes, sometimes twinkling under a good light, eyes fluttering in delight of your precious face.
and god, her eyes, precariously precious and simply a sight for sore eyes. sometimes her gaze turns very intense, spilling out of the confines of her sockets. her brown eyes just have that twinkle in it that makes you even more in love. you could build a shrine just of them. you wouldn’t be surprised if one of her coworkers, usually nosy, figures out she’s dating her son's babysitter, with how baran can’t help but form hearts with her doctor doe eyes. you try your best to avoid her in the break room.
it’s not really easy keeping it a secret, you’re mostly figuring out how to navigate through the beginning stages of your relationship. it’s not official, not yet, amicably. you’re both two busy individuals, only seeing each other when baran comes home from the hospital, as she rarely visits the clinic you volunteer at. it’s about time you exit the facility as well, having enough hours for the scholarship application, leaving weight from your shoulders.
baran loves sharing stories. she meticulously digs into the details, broadcasting her astuteness, dubbing her as a security camera. her eyes turned into slits, terrifyingly crawling on top of you after you made the joke, turning you into fits of giggles as she tickled you. she then mentioned how you’d suck the insides of your cheeks when you’re nervous, covering up your face with your shirt when you’re frustrated, and coughing up a lie you tell with gritted teeth. she could also tell when arash keeps secrets from her. she knew you’ve been buying those pancakes she ill-advised weeks ago.
her relationship with arash has exponentially grown your love for motherhood. your mother was present in your life but with an established divided attention between labor, to get both your needs met. you’d never admit it, at least not yet, knowing you have a few more secrets to keep before baran uncovers every single one of them: vicariously living through the mother-and-son relationship. realizing that being a mother isn’t a means to pause your dreams until they’re independent, but the need for a proper foundation to sustain roles in your own life.
baran loves routine. her left eye twitches when thighs don’t go according to plan (her finger tapping doesn’t go unnoticed); hence, the dislike for camping. you just never know, she huffed in farsi as you both participate in arash’s toy story marathon, with the weather and the optics of the environment. she can adapt, it’s in her career as an attending (of an attending), but if she could be in complete control, it’d never be an option.
she pinned your hands above your head that very same night, assuring that her son’s in deep sleep, demonstrating her dominance, giving you a reminder that the boss doesn’t stay in the ED. baran relishes at your loss of control, your primal urges taking over. she loved it when you pulled her hair as she was tongue deep inside you, the pull and scratch combination against her scalp fueling her received praise, “please, you’re so good, you feel so good,” furthering her to press deeper into your hole. she could hump the air from it and come undone.
you know baran is a sucker for hickeys, but her marking kink in general keeps her gripping your hips with no abandon, as if if she kept her hands to herself a second longer you’d disappear. she compensates by peppering kisses all over the blues and purples, mumbling how you were so able and angelic and good, giving it one good suck to push a whine out of you. she giggled and melted as you kissed her forehead, whispering sweet nothings into her ear, reassuring her you will never leave. baran relished in your pain, although sometimes. she adores the fact that she can do these things to you and still you’d stay.
baran who gets soaking wet, drenched through her panties, humping the air with no shame the first time you called her a slut. it was a joke, it wasn’t something you tried, at least not with her, not yet. the reaction was blistering, leaving your senses completely and falling into your primal urges, slapping her soaked pussy and watched it twitched and sputtered, baran whining like a cat in heat.
she whined your name, “i-i…”
“i, what, baran?”
she shook her head as if you said the wrong thing. “no, i-i need-“
you grazed a finger along her inner thigh and bit your lip as her entire body shook. “call me-call me that again!”
“call you what?”
“a s-slut!”
“is that what you are?”
she nodded her head vigorously. you showed skepticism. “hmmm…show me.”
her brown eyes almost bulged out of her eye sockets. she stuttered.
“i’m not repeating myself again,” moaning as she immediately obeyed, pulling her panties aside and playing with her clit. her cum was staining the sheets.
“your cum’s staining the sheets, you freak.”
she adored that title.
“you know you’re doomed once you’re done with me,” she threatened weakly, gritting her teeth to stop a moan from coming out. your eyes turned dark. “is that so?”
your enthusiasm lasted hours that night, just watching her writhe in pleasure under you, doing anything and everything you said, coming apart as she begged to suck you dry as you called her degrading names. it’s something that hasn’t happened again, not yet. but baran does shudder at praises as well.
the ones that particularly get her are ones that propels her deeper into concentration, for example, customizing a silly cake for her son, focus pulled into a flow state considering how she youtubed her way into that responsibility.
“you’re such a pro at this,” with a dirty promise at the end of the night if she makes no mistake. and knowing baran, she never does.
“as long as i want to?” she challenged, pinning the promise that she can put you on all fours on the kitchen counter with her strap-on bottoming inside of your hot, tight pussy. you hummed.
