I Hate Reading A X Reader Fic (or Any Fic Tbh) Where One Character Is Like "big, Buff, Scary, Man" And

I hate reading a x reader fic (or any fic tbh) where one character is like "big, buff, scary, man" and then "scared, defenseless, innocent girl." ... Like there's a way to write about a masculine character without pushing stereotypes or taking away from them (yk?)

Also, here's my incredible and accurate rendition of how those fics depict the relationships:

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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

✧The Start - My Blog✧

Hello my lovely readers!!!

I come from my (multiple) Wattpad accounts to bring you a Yandere blog! I'm new to this so please bare with me!! Though I mostly right for soft!Yanderes as thats what I personally like!! I will post some of my Wattpad stories before delving into new ones so please don't kill me if you recognise some of the stories, I haven't stolen them, they are mine.

I write for a lot of different stuff, from anime's to games to shows so please just ask and I'll tell you if I can write about it or not! I love suggestions so please don't be shy!!

Some info about me; -I'm chubby (Hence the username, my friends gave me marshmallow as a nic name so please call me any variation of that!) -I'm a mixed asian child, just a lot of asian mixed into one kid -I love yanderes -I'm part of the LGBTQ+ community (Pan) -I'm Australian!!! -Mentally ill, I make jokes about it but it is not a trend, please don't think I'm faking it. I would rather not live my life like this but I am forced too so might as well make jokes out of it -I LOVE Dilfs + Milfs (Daddy and Mommy issues are raging) -I'm very anxious but I love making friends so please reach out!! -I love writing and drawing, gaming is also one of my hobbies though I am not good at it ;-;

If you want to stick around please do! This is a safe space for me and anyone who wants to pop in! I write for mostly chubby people with female pronouns but if you request I can do anything else!! Have a drink and sit down. Take a breather from the world and maybe read something that tickles your fancy.

~Mwah

Hi! I love reading your story's, can I request a yandere Hannibal x fem reader please?😊💕

It’s not surprising that Hannibal plays the long game but Hannibal also makes the game. 

It was easy for him to set up the game, almost laughably easy. He was a renowned therapist who helps police on cases, strong, smart, made a name for himself- a good name. Your parents didn’t even have a chance to have doubts when he came to ask for your hand in marriage. If anything your parents were elated, over the moon that you, the black sheep of the family, had the eye of a man like Hannibal. They practically threw poor little you to into his hands. 

One thing Hannibal likes is politeness, manners, and no matter when or how Hannibal had meet you he was struck with the need to understand you, figure you out and not in his usual killing urge type of way. After a few months or even years of following you around he finally realises what it is, love. 

Does he really think its love? Not really, its something deeper, more sinister than love. He would rip apart anyone that would try to hurt you, he wants to keep you safe with such feral intensity it’s not sane. But he himself can’t even breathe at the thought of hurting you himself either so he chalks it up with a simple word. Love. 

He should have seen it coming, really he should’ve since he had been watching and ‘protecting’ you for so long, but he’s still struck shocked when you fight back your holy matrimony with such pettiness and sass. You couldn’t stop your parents from practically forcing you to agree to marry him, getting dressed up in a dress you didn’t really care about, everything too grand and nothing like what the little girl in you envisioned. So, in retaliation you tried everything to get him to re-think his decision, anything to get him to divorce you, even if it meant being a sassy brat. Turning your nose up at his delicious food just to piss him off, doing little things you knew he hated just to push his buttons.

It’s cute, he thinks, really cute that you think being a brat would stop his heart from yearning for you so much his physically body aches being away from you. But you aren’t a brat, are you? Your just pretending because your sick of your parents stupid pressuring expectations, hating how they dictated every little thing in your life and now your ‘life’ partner. 

Every time you push and shove and take bits and pieces of his sanity it just fuels his obsession for you, every time he feels himself get frustrated or irritated it just makes him more head over heels over you. Staring at you with hearts practically in his eyes as you make his blood boil, he takes everything in stride. With a polite smile on his lips and insanity in his heart eyes. 

But he does feel bad, really he does, he feels bad that you have terrible no good rotten parents who are ready throw you to the wolves once they get their greed filled, or bad enough for a man who feels no remorse or guilt. Maybe its pity, he thinks, like how one looks at a wounded animal. But he could never see you at a level as an animal, no matter how adorably cute you are. Maybe a goddess then, a fallen goddess, he worships you as if you’re a goddess anyways, taking your sass and anger as some sort of twisted love from a holier being. 

He can’t help the feeling of amusement that bubbles up when he see’s you try to be a brat, but the manners engraved into your very soul peek out, like your body and mind are fighting on your decision to pretend to be mean when your really such a sweet nice darling. 

The little ‘please’ and ‘thank you’ that come out when you demand something from him or the sweet little ‘no thank you’ that you give him when you pretend to glare at him with faux hatred in your eyes, because you didn’t really hate him. How could you? He was unbelievably sweet and attentive, picking up on the little things you didn’t even know about yourself until he picks up on it. He was the best husband anyone could ask for, in and out, even if he could be a little serious, cold and calculative at times. Hannibal shields you from everyone, including your parents, shutting them down so quickly and efficiently when they start their bullshit of bringing you down it seems natural. 

And one day your fake anger towards him slips, your tipsy on alcohol and his love, its all consuming but it feels oddly soothing, like cool balm on an open wound. You stumble and almost trip, but his arms are already there to catch you, ready to do anything to keep you safe and without thinking you lean up and press a soft, albeit clumsy, kiss on his lips. 

Something in Hannibal snaps. The kiss, as quick and fleeting as it was felt like heaven. Like he was reborn, like for once in his life he could finally breathe.

You gave this dirty, blood-stained sinner a slice of heaven and now he’s your most devoted worshiper at your alter. For better, or for worse. 

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Hannibal has you pressed in a mean mating press, one of your legs thrown over his broad shoulders. The thin handmade anklet he got you for your wedding present, dainty and small, designed from start to finish by him with a little ‘H’ dangling on it chimes in his ear and makes his head spin. 

“I- god- I love you so much.” He groans out, sweat clinging to his brow as his messy blonde hair sticks to his skin. “Goddess." He murmurs into your skin, pressing his lips against your ankle, kissing all the way up to the side of your knee as he saours the way your skin feels on his lips. Pulling back he licks your sweat that smeared on his lips and he smirks. 

 His pupils are wide and blown as he gazes down at you with so much love and tenderness it hurts. Sweat clung to his muscular frame as he threw his head back, groaning so low you feel it in your tummy.

Your in worse shape than him, yourpractically writhing under him, not able to escape the torturous pleasure as he puts all his weight down onto you. As sweaty if not more than him, twisting and bucking and shaking, hair messed and sprawled out on the bed beneath you, eye brows knitted. Your breath being selfishly stolen by him as he takes and takes, gasps the only thing able to leaven you as well as broken keens and whimpers. You had long stopped trying to muffle your embarrassingly lewd noises, he had practically growled at you to let them out, not letting you hide anything from him. 

Sparks zing up your spine as he hits deep and a wail leaves you, your hand coming to push at his lower stomach, nails scratching over his muscles. Hannibal moans and his eyes roll at the feeling, quickly snatching your hand he slams it softly next to your head. His fingers entwining with his as he locks them together. 

Long deep slow strokes makes your brain melt out of your ears, brain gone all fuzzy as you get addicted to him and his touch. 

“Take it sweetheart, I know you can.” His breath hitches as he forces your thighs open wider to accommodate him, he looms over your more and the change of position makes you cry out. “Let me worship you my goddess, your mine, all mine.”  ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Woo wee thats finally done! I hope my first proper attempt at smut was ok I think there was another ask for Hannibal but it was H/C's, I'LL GET TO YOU MY LOVELY I PROMISE 😭 Im trying to get back into writing but its hard, im sorry but I will get to you all. Some might be before others just because some things kick start my writing process 🥺 But please keep sending requests I love the ideas and support even if it takes me a bit to get to them. Hope you enjoy lovelies.

~Mwah ♡

♡My Prince (Makoto Tachibana-FREE!)♡

Hey Bubs!!

I haven't written much, well I have but I don't like them all that much so I was going through my wattpad and found this!!! It's actually okay if not a little short. I actually loved him as a yandere when I first got into yanderes!!! The soft to darling but vicious to everyone else in a secret way is one of my favs!!! Remember lovelies my requests are open! I hope ya'll enjoy!!!!! Mwah~

Makoto Tachibana, the sweetest most lovely boy ever, he's the definition of a 'soft boyfriend' to his girlfriend (Y/N). Now some people would sneer at the female, saying that she was too 'fat' for him but Makoto would always promise she wasn't, he would spoil her senseless with love before going to. . . Take care of who ever said that to his amazing girlfriend. 

"Makoto come on, you promised me we would play my game after you finished studying" (Y/N) wines out while tugging at her boyfriends shirt. 

He just smiles back, his green eyes closing and his olive hair shuffling slightly as he tilts his head. 

"I know, I'm sorry. Here I'm done now, hope you didn't wait too long love." Moving so he's shielding his screen, he closes it before planting a kiss on her cheek. 

Yeah, studying, that’s what he was doing. Oh if only naive little (Y/N) would look at his computer screen, he never gave her a reason too to be honest, he was mostly transparent to her and would ALWAYS tell her what he was doing or going. . . Mostly. I mean she didn't ask him if he has killed or hurt anyone for her yet so its not like he's not lying to her. 

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A scream erupts from the (H/C) female, her skin drained of all colour as she takes a step back trying not to gag. 

"How could you kill her!" Her voice comes out screechy but (Y/N) has more to worry about that her voice. She just watched her sweet boyfriend beat someone to death with his own hands. 

Now (Y/N) knew how strong Makoto is, he picks her up regularly and shows off 'secretly' when he can, but she thought he was a pacifist, the thought of him hurting someone else had never even crossed her mind because he's too soft. . . right? 

"Oh no, oh baby I'm so sorry. I didn't think you would be here, why are you here anyways-" His eyes trail to the plastic bag in her hands. "-Ah you were dropping off some food for her, that’s my (Y/N) always so sweet. Even to people who don't deserve it." His voice drops to a sneer before his face changes to sympathy again. 

Her eyes widen. "Y-You-You don't care that you killed her! Your only sorry that I saw you!" She cries out taking a few steps back, how could he do this?!

He tilts his head, his dishevelled hair shuffling slightly. She thought it was cute when he would do that, when he didn't understand something, but now it just makes her want to throw up.

"Why would I be sorry for killing her? She was being mean to you. You look shaken up, come on love." Makoto coos wrapping her with his large muscly arms, she can feel the outline of every bulge as she breathes, he could kill her in a second. 

"Awww your so stiff, I would never hurt you baby! I promised you that'll before we started dating." He dips his head into the crook of her neck, there's a hint of sweat from the day and her perfume has mostly worn off with only a bit left if you sniff hard enough, but just the smell of 'HER,' something that you couldn't describe or pin point, everyone smells different but her smell drives him crazy. "I mean why would I hurt you? I love you after all~"

"And I'll kill anyone who tries to hurt you."

♡Possessive (JJK-GOJO)♡

Another one from my Wattpad! Hope you like it Bubs! Mwah~

Gojo Satori. the famous sorcerer with tremendous power, though he mostly hides it with childishness.

(Y/N) had fallen with him and his goofy smile.

"Hey babe, want grab something to eat?" Satori's voice rings out from the other side of the phone as the female taps away at her laptop.

"Isn't it too risky? What if people think we're dating?" The truth is that they are, they're in a loving amazing relationship but because of (Y/N) sadly not being a sorcerer (even though she was raised in a sorcerer family) it's too risky for them to be out in the open being lovey dovey.

He just chuckles. "Don't worry cutie, I have it figured out. I'll come pick you up, yea?"

Sighing the (H/C) female runs a hand through her locks before humming. "Fine, but if it gets too risky, we're leaving alright?"

"Fine by me sugar."

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A snort rings out as (Y/N) shoves her hands up to her mouth trying to stifle her laughter.

"Oh come on, I'm not allowed to hear my beautiful girlfriends laugh after putting all that effort into my joke?" He says, pushing his bottom lip out and fluttering his eyes in a mock attempt of a pout.

Waving her hand in dismissal, (Y/N) takes a sip of her drink. The night had been wonderful, (Y/N) dressed in a cute, comfortable but stunning outfit in (F/C). They had gone to a delicious hole in the wall restaurant before grabbing drinks and walking around in an old park.

Spotting an ice cream pop up truck, (Y/N) tugs at Satori before pointing at the truck with the hand that's holding her can. "Babe let's get ice cream!!" The female shouts before rushing forwards and dragging him along, not giving him any time to answer.

"Woah woah, slow down cutie it's not going anywhere!" He chuckles slightly before easily keeping up with her pace, he intwines their fingers as they reach their destination.

The (E/C) female looks in awe at the beautiful and yummy selection of frozen goodies, shuffling in excitement she gives the person behind a counter a smile.

"May I have one scoop of (F/F) and one scoop of (F/F) in a cup please!!" (Y/N) says giddily, looking over to her boyfriend she motions for him to order.

Gazing over the selection he starts taking his wallet out. "One scoop of vanilla in a cone."

Nudging her boyfriend slightly, (Y/N) frowns. "Hey, you paid for dinner so I should pay for this."

Pinching her cute little cheeks, Satori just swipes his card before handing over her ice cream.

"Whoops, my card accidentally swiped itself." He shrugs.

She huffs slightly but ignores it as she starts devouring her ice cream, the first bite sending stars to sparkle in her eyes. How they could make ice cream so good is beyond her.

On the side Satori looks on with a small smile, his adorable girlfriend has her cheeks puffed up with ice cream. Seeing something in the corner of his eyes, he immediately stands in-front of (Y/N), pushing her softly out of sight.

"Gojo Satori." A deep voice rumbles out as the female's eyes widen; the night suddenly turns colder.

Peeping from behind her boyfriend's back she sees him, the pale man in a white suit jacket and pants, his button up is blue and his leopard tie is loosened slightly as his runs his hands through his blonder hair that falls on the side. Tinted glasses hide his eyes but the aura radiating from him is definitely a sorcerer and the female is suddenly on high alert.

"Ahh Nanami, weird for you to be here. I didn't take you for someone who likes ice cream. Especially since you always go to that bakery." Satori's voice is playful, his body easy.

They must be friends, the female thinks.

Nanami cocks his head to stare at the female. "Who is this?"

Swivelling around, Satori places a hand on her lower back before pushing her ever so slightly forward so she's no longer behind him. "This is my friend (Y/N), we both were feeling like something cold and sweet on this hot day, so we came out." He pats her back softly, signalling her that it was okay and not to be so tense.

Relaxing slightly the female looks at the newcomer with a slight smile. "It's nice to meet you Nanami-San" (Y/N) bows slightly but Nanami waves a hand.

"To you as well." His eyes rake over her body before he nods and looks over to Satori. "I've gotten a sudden craving for ice cream, help me choose a flavour." Without waiting for an answer, the tall male starts walking to the truck.

Understanding the unspoken truth, Satori winks at his girlfriend and motions her to stay around the area before turning and catching up with Nanami.

The two males both turn into work mode as they stand far enough away from the truck, so they don't get heard.

"Who's the girl."

"Just a friend."

"A sorcerer?"

"No."

Nanami takes a glance at the other male before nodding. "We need you help tomorrow, for the normal-"

Satori lets the male speak but he notices the little glances the blonde takes at (Y/n), HIS (Y/N). Clutching his melting ice cream cone a smidge tighter, he shoves the ice cream into Nanami's direction.

"Oi Oi, Nanami-san." Satori tilts his round glasses down a bit, showing his beautiful blue hues.

The blonde freezes, taken back, before taking the hint and grabbing the outstretched cone. Satori grins, pushing his glasses back up he waves goodbye before walking over to his love.

"Sorry about that cutie-" He circles his arm around her pudgy waist before making a show of pecking her lips, the taste of (F/F) lingering. "-I had to sort something out with him. He won't be a problem though."

(Y/N) just smiles as she leans her head on his chest, as they walk away Satori looks back at the male, his grin turning dangerous as he uses his free hand to make a zipping motion at his lips. Looking back at his darling, he leans in intently to what she's saying.

"Your mine, right (Y/N)?" He says nuzzling her cheek.

The female laughs before kissing the tip of his nose. "Of course, why else would I put up with your ass." She snorts before shoving a spoonful of ice cream into his mouth.

Satori smiles, something so dark and psychotic and filled with undying love. Yes, she was all his. He would kill anyone for her, and Nanami, well he couldn't care less after showing him who she belonged too, marking his claim in-front of him.

As for his lovely (Y/N), he loves and trusts her, he really does. . . But fucking her so dumb that Nanami is wiped out of her head and all that's running through is the thought of him, the thought of Satori Gojo. Just seems so delicious. . .