Just Logged On Again Then Followin Up On My Last Ask, By Ask U Mean Like Regular Asks And Not Reqs Right?

just logged on again then followin up on my last ask, by ask u mean like regular asks and not reqs right?

if you are taking reqs, then are there some in a particular fandom you would wsnt to see?

Ahaha is there a difference between regular asks and reqs? 😅

If I was completely honest I would love a rq for Moon Knight or Darth Maul from Star Wars. I would love to do something for Death stroke again or maybe something for Frank Castle.

If its on my list I don't really care, I just want someone with some fat to it I guess?? Like tell me a situation or idea or something I can work onto of if that makes sense?

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your honor my client used a hello kitty themed knife. this was clearly a traumacore aesthetic act and not a murder. we ask for all charges to be dismissed

Why is it so hard to find Yandere stories where the Yandere actually loves their darling now? :( I get the appeal of 'Yandere's' owning their darlings but I feel like thats it now, no actual love and it feels like there aren't a Yandere, just a possessive obsessive person which can be characteristics of a Yandere but thats not just all! Give me love after punishments please! :(( Just give me love normally when the 'Yandere' character is supposed to be cold normally.

Some people here seem to be completely forgetting what the concept of a yandere even stands for. It is not a synonym for someone who is toxic or abusive in a romantic relationship.

Sure, the definition has broadened in fanfiction over time and I'm not saying yanderes shouldn't be toxic or abusive. But the obsession with their victim is the most crucial aspect.

Yanderes are always, in a way, infatuated with a specific person for a relatively long amount of time.

If your "yandere" only sees their darling as a replaceable plaything, changes their obsessions pretty quickly or just acts toxic without any obsession involved then that's just an abuser, not a yandere.

♡Favourites (MIC-ZAWA)♡

(Y/N) knows this is wrong, her head resting on one of her captor's chest as he holds her up and walks around the kitchen making himself and his husband a cup of tea, but she's too warm and comfy to give a shit right now.

"Hey baby, want to hop off really quick? I need to pour the water now and I don't want my little baby getting hurt." Hizashi coos at the (H/C) female, her nose scrunches up just a tad at the childish tone but she just shrugs and un-clings from the male.

The blonde male wraps his large hands on her pudgy waist before counting down and lifting her up onto of the kitchen table-top, he turns back around to pour the hot water, but his eyes linger on her position. He's not an idiot, especially knowing how his little one has a past of trying to run away, she hadn't done it in a while, but you can never be too careful and away from the escape attempts she could get hurt.

A black silhouette lumbers into the kitchen, his aura dark and gloomy as he scans his dark eyes over the scene in-front of him. His bubbly husband, with his long blonde hair out neatly, humming a tune while making a delicious smelling cup of tea while his C̶A̶P̶T̶I̶V̶E̶ darling is sitting on the kitchen table kicking her legs.

Clearing his voice, Shota walks to his husband. "What do we have here?" His deep voice is uncharacteristically soft as he kisses Hizashi's cheek, his husband only smiles back and pushes a cup softly into his hands.

"Well-" Hizashi puts the kettle back before turning around and leaning against the counter. "-(Y/N) felt like a little cuddle so we were doing that for a bit until I wanted to make some tea for you."

The camomile tea shifts a bit as Shota looks at it, his lips twitch upwards slightly. His husband always remembers his favourites even if he himself hated them. "Hmm, well I'm free now kitten so if you want to resume the cuddle with me-"

"I'm good." Her voice comes out strong but monotoned, the (H/C) female grabs an apple from the fruit bowl before swiftly exiting the kitchen.

Putting his cup back down, Shota sighs before rubbing his eyes. "Why is she so affectionate to you and not me? I don't get it; I've done everything I can, but it just doesn't-" He cuts himself off with a groan.

Hizashi's lips turn down as he watches his husband's despair. "I'm sure she just needs a little bit more time babe. At least she's finally getting more comfortable, maybe more me than you but she's still improving." He says patting Shota's shoulder lovingly.

The raven head nods, sending a small smile to him.

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The female sighs before crunching into her ruby apple, she had heard the conversation about her before they switched and started talking about hero stuff.

It's not like she meant to favour one man over the other, actually she didn't want to like either of them, but Hizashi's just so bubbly and outgoing and kind it's impossible to not open up to him.

Shota is the complete opposite, he's mean and strict with a scowl painted on his face 24/7. His pale skin and dark demeanour making (Y/N) immediately become scared and closed off towards him.

If anything, it's his fault not hers!!

But all the same, (Y/N) sighs as she swallows, her stupid heart feeling sad for the male. She scolds herself for feeling sorry for her captor, but her soft and caring personality overrides any sour thoughts about him.

Hearing a pair of footsteps and the couch next to her shift, her (E/C) orbs look up to see Shota, his long black hair thrown into a lazy pony. "There's (Favourite Show) on, want to watch it with me?" He asks, turning the T/V on.

The female shrugs as she takes another bite, her attention fixated more on her apple than the T/V but she doesn't make a move to leave.

He just smiles before turning the volume up, small progress is still progress, he works with teenagers 24/7. Out of everyone, Shota has the most patience, and he doesn't mind waiting if it's for her, they have all the time in the world. As long as she's safe with. . .

T H E M.

Yandere who’s the mother to your partner.

Their child had always been a little shit, going out of their way from when they were younger to make their mothers life hell. Their father had been practically non existant from their lives and their mother tried everything to keep them well looked after, loved and feed. Taking on multiple jobs to keep giving extra money for going out with friends and trips but never did anything for herself.

Still her child never said or did one nice thing from her and leeched off her until they moved away too late into their lives.

She had lost her motherly care for her child when they hit late teens as she finally saw they would never change but she kept looking after them till the end.

Then one day they call her up asking her to meet their s/o, you.

She doesn’t think much of it and goes into auto-pilot mode to prepare everything, puts a fake smile on when her child walks in but quickly drops it when she see’s you.

Immediately loving you from when she see’s you shyly saying hi and handing her wrapped fruit and profusely apologising that you didn’t cook anything or bring anything expensive.

She quickly snaps out of it though and ushers you inside while cooing at you and saying how the fruit is more than okay and how much she’s happy you thought of her, praising you for buying such fresh and picking the perfect ripe fruit.

Your s/o thinking nothing of it as they walk around the house like….. their own home (because it was) and going about dinner with their mother not really talking much as their mother askes you as many questions that won’t make you uncomfortable or pushy.

She is over the moon when you click with her and her eyes basically turn into hearts as you ask HER questions and help her clear the plates. She can just tell you’re a good cookie at heart and definitely gives you HER number to keep in contact.

Humming away while she sweeps the house while thinking of how wonderful you are she stops when she gets to the thought about you being with her child.

“I’m happy they found someone like (Y/N)….” 

Because she is happy that your wonderful but the thought of you being with HER child leaves this taste in her mouth.

She shakes it off though and continues her night.

--

She calls and texts as much as she can, what turned into going to her house once a month turned into every few weeks then every week then almost every day.

Now you were a little awkward, shy and apprehensive at first. Not being good with new people but you were just so nice how could she not look over all that? And you being a shy little cutie just made her fall in love with you more!

It’s not like you really minded, your s/o’s mother is unbelievably nice to you? Score! Especially since your own relationship with your mother was rocky to say the least. Finally having a loving care taker figure in your life made you so happy, and that was shown in how you would smile more and how much your mental health improved. 

The s/o in question didn’t care, you were getting along with their mother? Cool. 

It’s not like they were bad, it was a good relationship. You could bond over things and you loved them but… it felt like they loved the idea of you more than you yourself. 

But you always shook that feeling off because this was the first okay relationship you have had ever, and now you have an amazing mother figure in your life!! How could you ruin something like this!

…..

Until she can see how you try not to grimace at the thought of her child, when you seem like you don’t want to leave but you have to. She can tell what your thinking because she has BEEN there and knows her child, she could let it slide for herself but not you. Oh no not poor you.

You always had hinted that bad stuff had happened to you, glossing over people taking advantage over you and close family hurting and gaslighting you to think it was your own fault for stuff but when she prods a little bit one day and you just sob and sink into her arms that’s when the damn breaks.

S/o didn’t do anything, you promise! and everything has been going fine, good even. You finally have someone to talk to! Her! It’s going amazing!!

But life piles on and on and even though this has been going well other things happen and it just adds onto the pile that’s been forming for months, its like when one good thing happens 5 bad things happen right after and your s/o isn’t much help. You feel like a burden going to them so you don’t. 

When she hears this she nearly goes crazy right then and there but she just pulls you into her warm arms that feel like a safe barrier to you and the outside world, your still sitting in your chair but she’s over you and pressing your face into her stomach and it feels like everything melts away.

Not just the day or bad months, it feels like all those years of hurt come back out because you finally feel safe and all you can do is wail as you rub your wet face into her shirt. 

It feels like eternity with her rubbing your back and whispering sweet words into your ear, encouraging you to steady your breathing by purposely slowing hers down, before you start to lessen your whole body convulsing sobs into little sniffles and whines. 

“Sweet heart you are the most strong person I have ever had the pleasure of meeting, you keep going when things are constantly bringing you down. I’m proud of you.”

Those last few words send you into another sob session but you just hold her tighter and she kisses the crown of your head.

She soothes you through your endless amount of tears, whispering soft words and humming soothingly. Fetching you a glass of water to rehydrate and invited you to help her make some of her specialty chocolate chip cookies.  The rest of the day is spent in giggles and laughter in her warm and cozy kitchen, then eating one too many of her delicious gooey cookies before she puts you down for a nap.  And just like today when she comforted you, she would be there to comfort you a few days later when your s/o suddenly goes missing. Promising she will always be there for you, telling you to sleep over at her house, saying its no trouble at all and that she doesnt want to be alone at a time like this. The house just feels so empty for the mother now! How cruel! You wouldn’t want her to be all alone now would you, not when she’s oh so nice and makes the best yummiest foods. 

All while she keeps the secret that she was the one dispose of her no good wretched child…. And her child’s disappearance was almost identical to her cheating husbands…. Hmm what a coincidence.  ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ I have a sweet spot for MILF and DILF's and I secretly love this character already so if you want this lovely yandere to be a staple yandere on my Tumblr please please tell me ♡ Mwah~

♡Puppy Love (Megumi - JJK)

This was requested from my Wattpad! My requests are open so please do send in any ideas you have! I would love to write them!! I'm a huge sucker for soft Megumi so I hope you enjoy bubs! ~Mwah

“Meggie come on!” The (H/C) little girl giggles as she tugs the non-cholent male along. 

He just rolls his eyes and lets the girl have her fun. “I thought I told you not to call me that.”

The two had meet when they were little, Gojo had stumbled across little (Y/N) trying to help a confused small, harmless, cursed spirit. She could see them, that’s where her sorcery stops though. She can’t fight or use any cursed techniques, she’s just a normal girl who can see spirits.

Still, Gojo introduced her to Megumi to try and get the small boy more sociable. It didn’t work, much to no-ones surprise, but the head of the Zenin clan did make a connection to (Y/N). They were almost inseparable, Megumi ripping away from his clan and school to hang out at her house and go on little friend “dates”.  Even when Megumi went through his “tough, delinquent” guy phase, (Y/N) was right there to tend to his wounds (while scolding him) and lessen the amount of beating he dished out.

And how could the female not gush over his wolves, they were so cute! Acting as guard dogs to everyone else but little pups to her. There were even a few times where they would snap at Megumi for taking all of (Y/N)’s attention.

Everyone is shocked when they see how softly he treats (Y/N), sure he may pick and prod and be an absolute ass, but you could see how his body would relax once he felt her presence. 

So then why did this happen? 

A sob racks through (Y/N)’s body as her hands come up to push feebly at Megumi’s shoulders, she kicks her legs out to try and strike anything she can, but he just pins them down with his own. 

“(Y/N) stop struggling, you’re only going to hurt yourself.” He tries to keep his voice calm, but annoyance grips his mind as he struggles to keep her down.  

A small cry escapes her chapped lips as she manages to elbow his cheek, it doesn’t hurt him, but it does manage to make him snap. One of Megumi’s hands come to swipe both of her wrists whilst the other pushes her body down by her torso making (Y/N) grimace as she feels his hand press against her rolls. 

“Enough.” He says through grit teeth. 

Though he can’t stay angry once he sees her face, flushed and eyes puffy with tears streaming down her face along with snot. Betrayal clear in her eyes and he has to keep himself from wincing. 

“I’m not trying to hurt you and I’m not going to hurt you” The tone of his voice is soft, and in normal circumstances it would calm her down, but this isn’t a normal circumstance. “Can’t you see my love? If you marry me, I can keep you safe 24/7 and I can shower you with everything you need, everything you want, everything you deserve. So why are you still fighting me? Didn’t you say you loved me?” 

The female under him sniffles and tries tugging her wrists to no avail. “You can’t force me Megumi! I loved you as a brother, as my best friend! How could you do this to me! You wouldn’t do this if you really lo-”

His hand that was pressed against her stomach comes to slap over her mouth. “Don’t you dare finish that sentence.” She winces at the action, but his voice isn’t angry, it’s sad. 

A soft kiss is pressed to her right cheek, then her left, the middle of her forehead and then last to the tip of her nose. He nuzzles his face into the crook of (Y/N)’s neck and she swears she can feel the way his eyelashes flutter against her skin and he closes them. 

“I don’t care if you love me romantically or not.” He inhales deeply, loving the unique smell of her. Not her perfume, her body wash or sweat, just the scent of her that lingers on everything she owns. “You love me, it doesn’t matter if it’s brotherly or not and that’s enough for me. I love you. So, so, so much that it hurts to see you unhappy, to see you get hurt repeatedly because your just so fucking nice to everyone.” 

Megumi moves his head back so he can stare into her eyes, (Y/N) turns her head to look away so she doesn’t get trapped in his dark blue pools, but his fingers just delicately move her chin to look back to him. 

“I know I’m selfish my darling, but I know that I can look after you better than anyone else can, better than you can yourself.” 

She tries to say something but the hand on her mouth doesn’t budge. 

He sighs before rolling his neck, groaning when he hears that satisfying pop before letting his hand move away from her mouth to back to her soft stomach. In this angle, with the moonlight shining onto his pale face and his black hair soaking up the rays, he kind of looks angelic. Like her Meggie, the one who wouldn’t do this, who wouldn’t do anything of this. Who wouldn’t force the idea of marrying him onto her, who wouldn’t have hands pinning her down as he rambles on how he would lock her away from everyone. But when he tilts his head back down and the shadows come back to his face, she sees a stranger, HER Meggie no-where to be found leaving only Megumi. 

“Sweetheart I promise that I won’t force anything else onto you, but I have to do this.” He brings her hands to his mouth, his lips gazing over her knuckles. The feeling making the female whine and wriggle underneath him. Moving her hands from his mouth to the side of his face, he nuzzles into her palms and almost purrs at the familiar warmth. “Let me be your Meggie, please?” 

(Y/N) breathes deeply to try and ground herself, but the scent of Megumi fills her brain. He smells like ocean breeze bodywash with a hint of woody cologne, it’s not remarkable and definitely not noteworthy but he smells like home. Like comfort. Like a warm safe blanket and it makes her head spin.  

She opens her mouth but her eyes glaze over and a soft chuckle escapes Megumi’s lips as he looks down adoringly at (Y/N). At his (Y/N).