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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

♡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.

♡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. . .

♡Bitter (JJBA - Lisa Lisa)

Another one from my Wattpad, it was something I randomly put together with no thought before hand, I just wanted a strong MILF character though I did change the ending so its not ass angsty. Hope you enjoy it Bubs! Mwah~

"Baby girl I'm not asking you again." The older woman flicks her dark brown hair and goes to grab a pack of cigarettes but she stops herself.

"Sure, I'll stop when you let me out." (Y/N)'s is just as irritated as Lisa Lisa, she had thrown her into a house out of no where to keep her 'safe' from attacks. "You and I both know there isn't going to be any attacks, you just don't want Joseph to-"

"Enough." One single word has enough bark, enough cold seeped into it that it strikes (Y/N) right in her soul.

It's not Lisa Lisa's fault, really it isn't, but after everything that happened, after everything with Caesar's death and her-

She stands up and grabs the packet before she unlocks the backdoor and slams it behind her.

-No, she can't think about him, he's long gone and she has a new lover to take care off. This one way more fragile than her other, if he was stronger and still met his demise then what would happen to (Y/N)?

Her long fingers gracefully twirl the cigarette before she sighs. "I forgot the lighter." Lisa Lisa whispers bitterly as she leans her head on the wall.

'Joseph, Oh Joseph why did you have to do what you did.' The thoughts of her son run through her mind.

Oh that memory its still as fresh as when it happened, the emotions, fury, anger, sorrow, disgust, are also as fresh along with the raging wound in her heart.

Joseph was just, well just being Joseph. He had flirted with (Y/N) teasing and complimenting the (H/C) female before he started to get touchy, touchy enough that Lisa Lisa was on guard, constantly keeping an eye on the both of them. A hand around her pudgy waist, an arm hooked with her's as they walked, those small pats on her shoulders. It drove Lisa Lisa insane, but he was her son so she let it go, but then Caesar's death struck and Joseph crumbled. He craved vengeance, justice to his deceased friend and then he tried to drag (Y/N) into it, even if he didn't their relationship was too close for the pillar men to look over.

Lisa Lisa was furious with Joseph, there was shouting and throwing of glass and other objects, hurtful words and swearing and smoke. Bitter bitter smoke that engulfed the room, seeping into your clothes and filling your lungs so much you can't breathe.

(Y/N) had been caught in the middle, again, like always, and Lisa Lisa just couldn't take it anymore. No more deaths, no more pain, no more memories of a person who should be alive. So she dragged her out of that god forsaken run down apartment and threw her into this small house on the edge of nowhere. It's a bit shabby but the sky blue outside and cozy interior made up for it all, thats what Lisa Lisa thought anyways, but (Y/N) was too busy trying to get out. To try and help her idiotic son and get herself kille-

Her cigarette crumbles in her hand, her grip tightening so much that the paper contorts in all sorts of ways and the filling spills out from multiple places.

She sighs before throwing the wasted stick away and walking back into the house. It's quiet, the small cozy feeling suddenly becoming claustrophobic to her as every seems so suffocating.

"Have a nice smoke?" It's rhetorical, sarcasm dripping from her tone as (Y/N) keeps her focus on one of the many books in the house. She's not reading it but if it keeps her from looking at Lisa Lisa its all she can do. She's the reason why Lisa Lisa is trying so hard to stop smoking, because she knows how much (Y/N) despises the bitter smoke that lingers on your skin and clothes no matter how much your scrub or wash.

She just strides over and plucks the book from her hands, (Y/N) goes to shout but she beats her to it. "Don't bring that boy-" Pictures of her son as a newborn, only a few minutes old, pass through her head, but she continues. "-Don't ever bring that boy up again. Do you understand me?"

Her blue eyes narrow but (Y/N) just snatches the book back and walks off.

"Maybe don't give me ways to push your buttons and I won't, Miss Lisa Lisa." She throws the book behind her and it lands with a loud thud at the woman's feet.

♡Platonic Love (BNHA - L.O.V)♡

Who would have guessed, another story from my Wattpad (with a few alterations). I have a soft spot for this one shot and even though I have so many ideas for this same story I'll wait until my lovelies ask for more. My requests are open! Please, please ask me/request stories from me! I love them! Hope you enjoy it Bubs! ~Mwah

(Y/N)'s a nice girl, always helping people in need, giving all of her. Though sometimes she's too nice, and that's how she got thrown into the villain’s lair.

"Dabi, have you finished Toga's hair?" The female yells running around trying to find a red tie.

"I did braids today."

Yelping, (Y/N) turns around to see him right next to her. "What did I tell you about sneaking up on me? but thank you, now you go and fix your own hair. I'm not letting you out with that rat’s nest." She pinches his cheek softly before her eyes land on the red fabric, (Y/N) quickly grabs it and rushes to Toga before kneeling to tie it around her neck.

"Try not to get blood on your outfit today, okay? It took me hours to get it off last week." Standing up she pats the younger girl’s head.

"I'll try not to!" Toga jumps up from her chair and does a little spin. "Thank you (Y/N)!"

Sighing a small smile spreads in her lips. "Your very welcome, just do a last check to make sure you have everything. I'll go find Shigaraki."

The blonde nods and that’s all (Y/N) needs before she starts fussing about again, she knocks the door and waits a bit before turning the knob, her eyes widen at the scene.

"Shigaraki! Young man what did I tell you? You have a mission in-" She looks at the pink, digital anime clock on his messy desk. "-In less than five minutes!!"

"But I don't want to go, why do I have to join those idiots anyways." He huffs crossing his arms, but he spins around his baby pink chair so he's facing her.

She sends him a sharp look that shuts him up, he lowers his arms and tilts his head down in shame.

"Look, Baby. I know you want to keep playing but this mission is very important." She runs a hair through his white locks, her fingers massaging all the right places to make him putty in her hands. "But you need to go, I promise when you get back, I'll make you some chocolate pancakes, you can continue playing and hey, I might even play a few matched with you. That is only if you go without any more fuss, okay?"

He wordlessly nods but she just smiles. "And no more calling your team mates idiots." She softly slaps his head.

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"You really didn't have to do all this." (Y/N) says as the group of villains shower her with gifts and food.

They had whisked her out of that cramped base to have an outing day, (after they had done enough dirty work to get the money and to make sure no-one would ruin the day for her).

"You always help us, it's not like we're doing anything too crazy." Dabi says nonchalantly looking at some shops with his hoodie low so it covers most of his face.

Rolling her eyes, she nudges him with her elbow. "Really? Then I must've saw wrong when you got all excited while dressing up this morning." (Y/N) teases.

A blush spreads in his face and he grumbles something before swapping places with Toga.

"(Y/N)! (Y/N)! Let's play this claw game please-" Before the girl can drag her, an explosion interrupts them.

They all immediately push (Y/N) behind them, Dabi and Mr. Compress at the front with Toga and Shigaraki on either side of her.

Standing there is a boy, around the same age as Toga with spiky blonde hair and raging red eyes.

"It's one of those UA students." Toga growls out angrily, they just had to interrupt their time with mom.

"Wow it must be my lucky day, all the villains in a row for me to beat up." His voice is loud and scratchy, (Y/N) has to stop herself from wincing.

Before he can continue, Dabi appears behind him and throws a ball off fire. The younger male jumps out of the way and lights a spark at Dabi but he's already in front of (Y/N) with the others.

"Keep mom safe." Is the only order Dabi gives before he runs at him again.

(Y/N) is shoved in the middle of all of them as they make a circle around her, her vision being blocked off by bodies and fire. Everything happens so quickly and all you can hear are screams and explosions, there's sirens wailing in the distance and when she finally pushes away from them all she sees Shigaraki enclosing his hand around the boy's neck.

"STOP!"

Her voice is so loud it echo's, Shigaraki keeps one finger off his neck before looking at her.

Turning around to the rest she points at them. "You all, stay." Whipping back around she walks over to the two boys.

"Off." Her voice leaves no room for any argument as she crosses her arms.

"But he-"

Not letting him continue, (Y/N) cuts him off with a stern "Off."

Shigaraki contemplates for a moment, looking between the boy under him and (Y/N) a few times before he begrudgingly gets off of the boy.

They're both beaten black and blue, Shigaraki having one or two burns and she doesn't even need to turn around to see that Dabi's bleeding from his staples.

She crouches down next to the boy and there's a few shouts, but no-one stops her. "What’s your name?" Her voice is a tad softer but still strict.

The boy looks back up at her, his brows furrowing. 'Is this some sort of trick?'

(Y/N) sighs before running her eyes along his body, he has is fair share of burns and bruises and he's bleeding a bit but nothing too bad.

"Look, we aren't doing anything bad, and you look beaten up. Why don't you run along, and we can put this behind us.-" She tries to compromise but he just goes to use his quirk.

Before he can do any damage, Mr. Compress captures him in a little marble.

"Atsuhiro!" (Y/N) scolds crossing her arms.

"I'm really sorry but he was going to hurt you!" He quickly defends himself.

Rubbing her temples, everyone turns quiet for a moment before she breaks it. "Just make sure not to hurt him and drop him off at a hospital. Got it?"

He nods and Toga immediately jumps onto her to give her a hug.

"I'm sorry today turned out like this." She pouts.

"It’s okay hun, I enjoyed everything else though." (Y/N) gives a kiss to her forehead.

Behind her Dabi nods to Mr. Compress, they didn't like lying or going against (Y/N)'s word but that brat tried to hurt their mom and they aren't going to overlook that.

Nothing but ✨Platonic Yan! Hank and Connor✨ in my empty brain.

Wow something new and not from my Wattpad? :O I love these two so much so if you want more or you have any request for them or anyone please please ask!!!! GN reader.

Hope you enjoy bubs! ~Mwah

Platonic Yan! Hank and Connor would unintentionally baby their darling. No matter how you meet, somehow tied to their work, a fellow lieutenant or a new kid who is under Hanks old cranky gaze. Or maybe you meet at a café they went at regularly, a kid who always seemed to get into trouble, a skittish little thing who trusts people to easily.

In any and every scenario they would think you are too small for the unforgiving outside world.

Connor thinking that humans are so fragile with easily smashed mental health’s, Hank thinking back to his son and the horrid things he’s seen in his job. You just have such a pure kind heart, maybe you have a tarte sarcastic tongue, and you pull walls up even though you give your all to help people or maybe you’re just a shy naïve thing, maybe you’re just a cheery bubbly person. Every personality you could have, that’s just another reason added to their list onto why they should protect you.

Let’s talk about the old cranky Hank Andersen for a second (because I love him and I’m forcing you to down with me). When he first meet you, he was- nice as Hank could get for a stranger, gave a nod in your presence when you introduced yourself, wasn’t outright mean but more reserved, mumbles of thank you’s and please.

Then you guys talked more, you meet Connor and hit it off with him as well. Hank felt a strange feeling when he looked at you, like the feeling he had when he saw his son for the first time. He wants to protect you, keep you safe and it’s shown with his actions more than his words as he starts to throw little snacks your way, makes you a cup of coffee or tea when he makes one for himself, he’s always there to lend an ear and give some advice. Hell, he even helped you with getting your oil in your car changed, not only that but he helped change a stray light bulb in your house. He comes in to hang out only to find that your table is a bit wobbly, oop- when you turn around, he either fixes it with whatever he can find or buys you a new one. Very much dad energy- and if you let out a stray “thanks dad” or jokingly call him “dad” or “old man” he swears his heart stops for a second. He might grumble about not being that old, but he never stops you.

Now onto Connor. Connor to put it plainly is already enamoured in humans, how no one person is the same but some people like to have the hive thinking. Then he runs into you and just like Hank he sees how damageable you are. Not in a Sadistic sense but more in a logical sense, your too nice, too forgiving even with your walls so high with an attitude, your there to lend an ear, a hand, whatever you can give. All the ways you could get hurt, physically, and mentally goes through his head, the percentages he sees going haywire, and god forbid if your naturally clumsy like me. He won’t even let you walk, going down the stairs is a no go without him even if it’s just 4 steps and you will be in for an ear full.

Father and older brother (?) duo for sureeeee, Connor coming to find you and Hank napping and leaning on each other while you were staying up for a case (with Sumo napping at your feet). You dragging Connor onto the floor so you can do tiny little pig tails on his hair, then you and Connor pinning Hank down so you both an braid his hair (You get a bit pouty that Connor does an intricate braid on his side whilst your braid is plain with a few hairs sticking out but they are quick to shush you, Connor saying he cheated and downloaded a software and Hank grumbling that he likes yours better as it fits his “style” better, which looking back doesn’t really seem like a compliment. Have you seen how he dresses?)

On that note, you are definitely going on a shopping spree for Hank, putting him in various outfits and forcing him to buy them. Your surprised along with everyone in the office when he actually wears them, and if you buy a button up for his birthday/Christmas/Father’s Day? He’s wearing it almost every day and making sure he doesn’t leave any stains (and if he does then he just gets Connor to help him out.)

Connor is not left out from this either, Hank had given him some of his clothes to finally get out of his uniform but- Yea no that wasn’t working. Connor is a bit more easier to shop for, he’s less fussy and huffy and he gives good tips onto what to look out for, the styles, what’s hot or in style, size charts etc.

Now onto the less fluffy stuff, their yandere sides are no joke. Connor is a skilled and tactical AI and Hank is an experienced lieutenant, anyone who messes with you is royally fucked. Now they let you roam around (mostly with them but they let you out by yourself too), you get to have friends and family members, significant others on the other hand are a strict no.

They’re sweet to you, a second family or a first family depending on your situation. Gets involved with your friends and if their nice then they let the boat sail but if their iffy Connor and Hank distance you from them before you get hurt, if you do get hurt before they can then they are out for blood. Depending on what happens it ranges from them blocking your ex-friend off completely to maybe ruining their job to straight out killing, again depends how bad. Same with family, if you’re in good relations with your family they will introduce themselves and help around a bit, if your family is bad, they distance you from them and if you don’t have a “family” (aka you cut them off) then less work.

I feel like the only reason they would kidnap you is if you were attacked in a life-threatening position, a near death experience or if you tried to move away from them (though this is a very very LAST resort for this). If kidnapping did happen then they wouldn’t really…. Kidnap… you… I mean it’s more of you came to their house on your free will to hang or stay over and then you’re not allowed to leave.

In this case they would lock the doors, windows for a bit. Urge you to stay inside and only go out with them. You eventually just live with them.

Another darker way if you try to leave constantly and they crack, they would somehow put a locking system that links up to Connor, so they know if you try to tamper with them and if you open one even though that is almost impossible. If you somehow do escape, they would be extremely apologetic and understanding when they find you (quickly) but they can’t let you go, please they are trying to give you everything they just need you to be safe. Let them keep you safe.

Your never out for more than a few minutes, your record is just under 15 minutes. Connor can tap into everything and Hank has his connections.

If you continue to try to escape and fight back tooth and nail then Hank would be the first to snap, he would never hurt you, never yell away from being playful but he keeps watching you get hurt while you try to escape and all this yelling and swearing at him hits him so deep. So, he gets a glass of whiskey with the whole damn bottle and sits in the same with you and locks the door so you can’t leave. He might cry, might tell you that they are only trying to help you, he just might silently down cup after cup after cup after cu-

It’s your choice if you go up to him and wordlessly take the glass and bottle away from him, if you choose to hug him or if you choose to watch him drown his sorrows away again. He’s no longer the grumpy but joking smart mouthed man for a while after, depending on what you choose.

After Hank snaps its then Connors turn if you continue, he also turns less of himself, more robotic, colder. Never hurting you but now he just states the facts while doing something when you try to protest, not playing into your games anymore.

Over all they are a nice protective pair of yanderes, very domestic to you and will only hurt others if a push turns to a shove (though they will deff intimidate some people). I have so many ideas for them, I love them so much + Sumo!!

♡Baby (BRUNO-JJBA)♡

Another from my Wattpad. Remember I am down for any requests!! Hope you enjoy bubs! Mwah~

(Y/N)'s feet pound harshly on the ground, her breath coming out in short puffs as her lungs squeeze painfully.

She was so close, so close, but he had come home early and saw her climbing out of that stupid broken window. 

Him, Bruno Bucciarati, the seemingly harmless male with short black hair and piercing but usually kind shining blue eyes. The female had fell for him, it was embarrassing to say but who wouldn't fall for the nice handsome man who had whisked her away from danger and had charmed her for weeks? 

Then it changed, she found out that he's the leader of the 'Passione' and she wanted to drop him immediately. Bruno was distraught, and had smoothed talked his way into her life again, until he found out that she started slipping from his fingers again. (Y/N) had found a nice man, someone who respected her, didn't lie and liked her back, it felt like it was meant to be!! 

It pissed Bruno off, how could his amore like someone other than him? He's perfect for her, he would never hurt her and he could spoil her with love!! He broke and quickly snatched her away from the world, shoving her into a little house away from everyone and everything.

The female was pissed, she screamed and howled and punched and scratched and kicked and swore like a sailor but Bruno would just smile sympathetically and take it all.

He treated her like a god damned child, talking to her in that stupid voice with that stupid smile always on his lips, cutting her food small and behaving like a caretaker. She hates it. 

(Y/N) is a grown woman, she has gone through too much bullshit in life just for this psycho to treat her like a child. 

A yelp escapes her lips as she see's a hand reach out for her, jerking to the side she misses the hand but ends up hooking her feet together sending her tumbling to the ground. (Y/N) hisses as the ground slams harshly against her side but fear instantly overrides the pain, her eyes hesitantly looking up at the male.

His short black hair is ruffled slightly, his broad chest heaving up and down as sweat slides down his tan skin and his white suit is tainted by dirt, his eyes narrow as he looks (Y/N) up and down. 

She probably looks like a mess, blood on her knees from the broken glass, feet dirty and sore from running barefoot, body caked with dirt and hair in a birds nest, but all that runs in the female can think about is what he's going to do to her. 

Bruno sighs, his large arms cross his chest much like a parent. "You really tried to escape, by breaking a window no less, and look now you have hurt yourself more by running from me." He reaches down to grab her upper arm before hauling her to her feet. 

His hand comes to zip open a zipper door, he nudges (Y/N) inside before getting in himself and closing it. They're back in the house, her prison.

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Bruno is packing away the first aid, he has been scolding the female for her reckless behaviour but she isn't taking any of it. 

"I am not a child! and you can't keep me here!" She shouts back, her arms crossing as she stares him down.

He just stares right back. "You got hurt without me Mi Amore-"

"-Stop calling me that! I'm not your love, I do not love you! Get that through you thick skull Bruno!" (Y/N) cuts him off, her tone sharp.

The male isn't even fazed, he just nods before closing the cupboard. "I get that this is new and you need time to adjust, you did something reckless but I understand." He sends her a smile, his eyes closing as his cheeks pull up. 

That smile, that stupid smile. (Y/N) is seething with rage, he doesn't understand, he doesn't want to understand, he's such an asshole!

"I HATE YOU-" Before she can finish her sentence his hand encloses around her nose and mouth. 

"Like I said before, I understand your emotions-" He pulls his face closer to her's, his smile completely wiped off so he looks monotoned. "-but do not ever say that again. Hate is such a strong word Mi Amore, do you understand?" 

(Y/N) stays silent but a quick squeeze to her cheeks has her nodding, his smile reappears and he let's go before he pats her head satisfied by her response. 

"Now let's go so I can make some food for you, your far to grumpy and then your going down straight for a nap. After all, your my clumsy little baby. I have to take care of you, no?" 

♡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). 

✧REQUESTS ARE OPEN!✧

Heya Bubs!

I just want to say that requests are open!! I finally got some motivation and ya girl is in her two week holidays (even though its almost the end of the first week oops-) but even if I do have the drive to write all the idea's I have aren't doing it for me. When I'm in a funk I can't think of idea's and need a little push so please request!!

I do head canons and prompts! You can also just shoot a character and idea you have!!

Also I do subjects like Self Harm comfort and mental illnesses and chronic illnesses!!!

Unless told otherwise I do chubby female reader, so if you want anything else please specify!!

I do mostly Soft!Yandere stuff and I write for alot of fandoms!! Like; -Sunny day jack -Your Boyfriend -Moon Knight -Bucky Barnes -Star Wars -Marvel Characters -MHA/BNHA -Overwatch -One Piece -Resident Evil (Only Karl) -Detroit Become human -Demon Slayer -Free! -Naruto -Noragami -Batfam -Genshin Impact -JJBA -JJK -The Arcana (Game) -Hannibal characters -Obey Me! -Hetalia

And more!! If you have something that isn't in this list, your more than welcomed to ask! I probably missed a few oops-

I only have a few rules so please follow them! -I don't write any Yanderes ABUSING their darling (mention of past abuse or someone else abusing darling is fine) -I DO NOT WRITE PREGNANCY STUFF!!!!! -NO RACISM! -IF YOU DO NOT LIKE SOMETHING DO NOT READ! Don't be that ass who trolls! -I write for chubby body's mainly and non-specified bodies (aka I wont mention weight or height etc.) as I only really see chubby bodies being represented when its asked. If an anon asks for something the body type is usually always interpreted as skinny which is absolutely okay but I write for my own selfishness so I will only write SPECIFICALLY for skinny bodies if it's commissioned.

I look forward to anything you can come up with!! :D

~Mwah

Hi, I saw that you had open requests and I wanted to ask a Yan! Batfam HC:

How would a platonic Yandere! Batfam react to a foster sister who, well, doesn't grow very tall?

All the family memebers of the Batfam are, to least to say, giants. Even the shortes one is quite tall than the avarage height. (All of them, except the child version of Damian, are between 5'5 and 6'2 feet tall. )

But what would happen if his adopted little sister, who eats well, lives a healthy life, has no signs of illness and so on, becomes short in height? She is simply no taller than 5 feet and that's it. All of them grew up well! why you were the exception?

Would they worry that their little sister wouldn't grow up no matter how hard they tried, or would they be happy to have a "pocket edition" little sister?

Thank you so much for requesting Bub and I hope you like it!! I'm so sorry it took so long, I started writing this immediately but I felt like it was too short and I just said fuck it today and wanted to post no matter how short (thought I added a bit more) Also I turned this into GN reader because in the end there was only like two things indicating (Y/N)'s gender and I wanted to appeal to everyone, I'm so sorry if you strictly wanted female reader!! (tbh I wasn't reading it properly when I was editing this oop-)

And I hear what your saying!!! What an amazing idea to imagine,

~Mwah

I don’t want to keep the height strictly 5 foot just for the x reader element, I never want to force one body type into my writings (except for chubby) just because I want everyone to feel included and one body’s deformed shortness will be different to another. 

But yes!! 

I head canon that all the bat-boys have little snacks that they keep, some not as nutritional as others, but they all end up having more healthy snacks on them because of little ol’ you.

Sandwiches with whatever spread you like, more perishable sandwiches are only brought at short distances not missions (if so, they are bought fresh), cut up fruit, fruit snacks, the jelly beans you find at pharmacies with the red and white cross on the bag, bottles of water and little cartons of juice of whatever flavour you might prefer that day (trust me, Alfred always somehow knows what flavour you’re going to like that day). 

I feel like they would all worry about your short height to an extent, Bruce being the worry wart, constantly getting you checked out every two weeks, making sure you take vitamin gummies (because let’s face it, they’re better than pills and I will NOT take pills).

Second to ol’ Brucey is Jason, he died- and he probably freaks the FUCK out when you keep growing but you don’t show any signs of getting taller. At first, he keeps assuring himself that you’ll grow.

“They’re just a late bloomer”

“May- Maybe Their just short!” 

“Why arn’t they growin- Oh my god is (Y/N) dying?! I told that old man to kidnap them earlier!” 

Oh, Jason definitely watches you when you sleep (like the rest of them) and furrows his brows, trying to figure out an answer to why you’re so small.

The rest of them do have lingering thoughts but they can see Bruce dragging you to the doctors every other week and they make sure your on top of your meals and medicine so they don’t really outwardly do anything else. Tim definitely does poke at your height as a joke, but it does help his delusion of you needing him, like the rest of the fam. All of the boys definately try to 'secretly" show of their strength around you so you rely on them more, though you figured this out quickly and it's somewhat amusing to see them show off their muscles like a peacock.

If you do feel bad about how you look the rest of them will shoot Tim down immediately and praise you up and down. Some of the other more silent boys might do this in a more discreet way but rest be assured your getting the floor you walk on kissed. They might even let you have very light work outs! (Without any equipment) though it usually turns into you sitting on their backs to help them with their push ups or holding their feet so they can send you a compliment or tease as they come up from a sit up.

Foster! Reader is fed a lot- Full plates at every meal, breakfast, lunch and dinner is ate and there is a strict ‘NO SKIPPING’ policy. Even if it’s just a few bites, even just one, your ass better eat and after a fit from you because you watched your siblings skip their meals without any harassment or scolding, the rest of the family now has the same rule as you (much to Bruce’s chagrin after trying to make his kids have a normal eating schedule since forever.) 

Overall they would just be a bit more strict with eating rules and making sure you feel good in your body, but other than that mostly the same.

Aww your just a little thing, you wouldnt survive in the real world cub. Hu? What do you mean "the doctor says I'm healthy and fit?", you might be but your still oh so small and you need your family to protect you! Can't you see how weak you are compared to our big beefy bodies? You don't have to worry your cute little head about it though! Your boys will always be here to take care of you.

Hello again! Sorry about this but my friend and I were talking about what an yandere! Deathstroke would be like- thoughts??

No need to be sorry! I’m all about people requesting no matter how many times they do!!! I hope you don’t mind me doing this request first, I finally got some time to sit down and read after a hectic exam block and this one stuck out to me first, so I really wanted to do it ASAP!!

Honestly, I had to skim over some other fanfics and google his name AND THEN STILL I HAD NO CLUE WHO THIS PIECE OF DILF WAS! Until I saw something where he called night wing kid and it all rushed to me! How could I forget him! He was my guilty pleasure crush growing up!!!

This ended up getting a little long because of the scene I snuck in at the end (and yes I used a song from steven universe, I was listening to a slow dance playlist and it fit somehow with slade, also thinking of him watching steven universe is so cute!!) but I love it so- 

I will definitely write more for Deathstroke after this!!! I have so many ideas :D

✧2400 words ✧Deathstroke x Reader ✧SHE/HER pronouns

I hope you enjoy Bubs! ~Mwah

✧Deathstroke or Slade Wilson is a semi-strict yandere in a way. He’s unbelievably lucid, he knows stealing you away and forcing you to stay with him is wrong, he’s a big bag scary villain so it’s obvious that you would try to kick and scream if your terrified of him. Though this makes his actions softer he does not tolerate you trying to pry and manipulate him. He has strict rules he expects you to follow because come on, he lets you scream profanities at him, and he understands your hesitance to eat anything, but he will not allow you to throw any food onto the floor and such like that.

✧He has bases galore, so he definitely is going to have you hidden in one with even his most close henchmen not knowing about you specifically but knowing that they need to make sure nobody goes in and nobody leaves. It’s not like Slade is going to give you any chances to escape tbh.

✧Slade definitely has his silent mercenary attitude with you, not really that intentional, he just doesn’t really know how to be ‘soft’ after his years of torturing and killing. Like, a man doesn’t get to his stature just willy-nilly, he’s a killing machine with muscles, brains and wit. Though compared to everyone else, your treated as soft as he can be. 

✧Don’t get it twisted he will put you in your place if you do anything wrong, he isn’t even opposed to snatching something out of your hand silently if you’re doing something his disapproves of, but he never yells at you and NEVER hurts you. 

✧On that note he would never try to do anything without your permission, away from the whole kidnapping part. The only reason why he kidnapped you in the first place was because he couldn’t risk making any sort of relationship with you in the outside world. People are always out to get him and therefore would target you, but he was itching to talk to you in any way, and after a particularly close call with a low life villain trying to square up to him, he knew he had to do anything to keep you safe. 

✧His military background does come up a lot when he’s strict, not too bad. No drop and give me twenty, but when he gives you THAT look… yea you stop whatever or do whatever he wants. (Dad/DILF vibes??)

✧Slade is such a dad and though he doesn’t realise it, it too also slips when he gets strict and even when he shows affection. At first you might not even realise when he is affectionate or gives you a lick of it but once you realise it, it’s kind of wholesome and cute? 

✧Head pats with a murmured praise appropriate with what you did, a pat on the back or shoulder or arm with a slight twitch of his lip if you squint. Once, you swear, you managed to catch him watching you with a raised brow with a small smile on his lips. 

✧Small silent gestures are also VERY big but not noticeable until you really look, food is always healthy and balanced but there’s not a lick of texture or ingrediencies you don’t like. The snack cupboard is always available, and he seems to leave out snacks you like just laying around while nodding to it when he passes by to make sure you know that you’re always allowed to have it. Books, pencils and sketchbooks are found on a shelf or in a cupboard, new but made to look like it was just coincidence that it was laying there. If you ever ask to use it or to have a snack he starts off the few times by saying something along the lines of;

“You’re allowed any food in the house without needing to ask.” 

Or  “You’re allowed to anything you find.” With a silent line of ‘but nothing that you could use to escape or hurt me.’

✧But after saying that a few times, if you keep asking just because your anxious or not sure he will give you a silent nod. 

✧He knows how to hack and code so letting you have a game console is a luxury you will have, as well as a nice flat screen TV. If he feels like your glued to them and you keep putting off eating and sleeping for them then he will take them away silently and push you to do something else.

✧Slade loves music but he himself doesn’t even know it, until you’re exploring the small apartment like base he has you in, and find an old half broken record player but you can’t seem to find any vinyls. When Slade comes home after work and is starting to undo his tie and peel away his suit jacket, you curiously start making conversation about the old thing. His eyes scan over it as he walks to the bedroom to take a shower and says that he forgot it was even there, he had gotten it from someone he can’t remember though he does remember it being in one of his cars for a while before he got fussed enough to dump it at this hide out when he was ‘visiting’ and let it fade out of his mind. 

After his shower you both talk about its condition over dinner and when the night winds down and he has a glass of whiskey on the rocks in his off hand while he’s leisurely sitting on a plush chair, you hint that you want to try and fix it. Hearing this he just takes a sip while assessing the damage of the broken thing, not dusty anymore as you had wiped it down, on the coffee table before he hums. A few minutes pass of you both drinking your beverage, yours a warm drink instead of alcohol, when he finally gets up and properly looks at the record player. He pries some broken pieces lightly with the tip of his fingers before giving a silent nod. When your face breaks out in a smile, he says it’s time for both of you to hit the sack. 

The next morning when you wake up, Slade has some breakfast on the stove and you both mummer pleasantries before devouring it. When you get to the lounge room though, you find a toolbox that should have enough to fix the record player, Slade comes in shortly after and doesn’t say anything about it and just talks about how he has to get ready for work. 

Now this can end in three ways; 

One- You successfully fix it without any help and some elbow grease

Two- You try and fail, you get frustrated and at the end fix it with pure spite.

Or 

Three- You try and fail, before trying some more and failing again. Slade will fix something behind your back and guide you in the right direction behind your back and then suddenly you have fixed it! (Even though you have a suspicion he helped)

In every way slade will have the same reaction, he will give you a head pat with a “Good Job” before doing a once over of your work and humming satisfied to himself a few times to tell you that it’s all good. You’re so happy that you fixed it that it doesn’t even pass by in your mind that there’s no vinyl to play when you go down to sleep that night, it only pops by in your mind the next day after Slade leaves early that morning and your stuck staring at it. 

Though that night when Slade comes home in a plain outfit (he always changes out of his Deathstroke armour before coming to the house and washes the blood off his skin quickly if he’s been killing) and you exchange greetings you both don’t talk about it, at dinner you both don’t talk about it either and also when you both settle into the routine of sitting in the lounge with your respecting drinks in your hands and that day you choose to read a book and sit in comfortable silence. You don’t need to pester him more about the record player, you think to give him a break but when you awake with no Slade in the house again two days in a row and you go to the lounge to watch TV with the breakfast he made for you, there’s a flat paper brown bag next to the record player. Breakfast now thrown out of your mind; you leave it on the table to get cold as you slowly open the brown bag to reveal a large new black vinyl. The smell of cardboard wafts as you bring the vinyl up to your nose to take a quick sniff, thinking it would’ve smelled like plastic instead but being pleasantly surprised, it smells something akin to an old book. There’s no note and no name on what the song is but you plug in the record player anyways and get ready to play it, there’s a few seconds of static and you don’t realise your holding your breath until the soft sound of a piano followed by a few other instruments filling the room makes you release it.

Surprisingly it’s not an old song, which really shouldn’t be that surprising, but its jazzy and it does have a soft vibe and it’s slightly muffled to make it sound cosy.

You sit there for a bit, finally getting comfy on the couch and placing the plate on your lap to eat the now cold breakfast, while listening to the song over and over. 

Slade had some work that needed to be done, so he had left early in the morning the past two days as well has coming home late last night so he thought to come home early on this day, just as the sun started setting to shine the world with soft hues of yellow and orange. 

What he didn’t think he would see was his darling swaying her body lightly to the song softly playing in the background, she look so ethereal with her hair slightly messy and her pyjama’s slightly crumpled, because who really wants to get dressed up every day to sit around the house?, with the hues of orange and yellow bouncing of their (S/C) skin and face, accentuating their features like their nose and cheeks.

He’s so taken back that the song doesn’t even register in his head until (Y/N) starts humming along. 

“I always thought I might be bad,

Now I'm sure that it's true, 

‘Cause I think you're so good,

And I'm nothing like you”

And when she starts actually singing, Slade falls even harder for her which he previously thought was impossible. 

“Look at you go, 

I just adore you, 

I wish that I knew,

What makes you think I’m so special…” 

Her voice annunciating the words perfectly, the letters practically rolling off her tongue like she knew all the words by heart makes her sound angelic. 

Slade knows that (Y/N) doesn’t adore him, he’s not delusional, he kidnapped her and keeps her without her will and he’s a fucking villain, but the last line felt like an actual question that was in her soul and the way she trailed off while looking off into the distance spurs him into action. He doesn’t know the words and can barely understand the instrumental, but he thinks he knows the rest goes roughly. 

The sound of his deep humming tangles in with (Y/N)’s and the record players startling her, but Slade doesn’t stop humming as he pushes off the door way and walks over to them slowly. 

“If I could begin to do,

Something right by you, 

I would do anything,

I would even learn to love” 

He clearly motions to hug her so encase she doesn’t want to she can push away, but she just lets him and when his body locks in place with (Y/N)’s like a puzzle, Slade feels all his worries wash away and it feels like he can finally breathe for once in his life. 

“When I see the way you look, 

Shaken by how long it took, 

I could do about anything,

I could even learn to love like you”

Slade starts rocking their body together slowly and (Y/N) can feel his chest rumble with his hums that start to loll them into relaxing into him. 

“Love like you,

Love me like you.”

When the vinyl ends abruptly with some scratching sounds, the pair just stay there a little longer. This is the first time they had hugged or done anything of the sorts, usually it was only shoulder or head pats, but Slade makes a mental screenshot of this moment. Just two lovers slow dancing to a record player. 

After this, Slade leaves his laptop on a page of vinyls for (Y/N) to pick a few while he calls out to her that he’s taking a shower in the meanwhile and he even pops home some days with a new vinyl out of the blue. 

Safe to say, they both end up having a huge vinyl collection of all types of songs that they cherish.

♡Saved (Spencer Reid-Criminal Minds)♡

Hey Bubs!!

This is a request from the lovely @pure-honeylamb !!! Sorry for the wait but I had to write this twice and I still don't 100% like it! I have so many thoughts though on this character even though I haven't watched Criminal Minds and have only read things and watched clips!! I deff wana write more of him (and yes I did listen to a Spencer playlist while writing this oop-) Reminder that my requests are open!!

✧1720 words ✧Spencer Reid x Reader ✧THEY/THEM Pronouns

Hope you enjoy Bubs! ~Mwah

A loud crash followed by multiple profanities rings out in the small apartment. Stirring from their slumber, (H/C) locks peek out from a knitted blanket before their owner pulls the blanket up further to completely cocoon themself.  

Wiggling around a bit to try and go back to sleep, it turns futile and only angers (Y/N) as they grumble and begrudgingly sit up. The soft but thick blanket falls onto their lap as they rub at their (E/C) orbs, a bit too harsh, to try and rub the rest of their sleepiness away.

They sit there for a second, eyes half closed and sitting on a plush surface with warmth surrounding them as their mind disassociates from being yanked from dream land to the present. 

Finally, being able to function a bit more as their brains cog’s start to spin and warm up, they look around to see the familiar sight of small stacks of books and papers littered around the ground and any other surface. 

“Oh, did I wake you love?” Hearing an apologetic voice to their side, (Y/N) rolls their still foggy head to see a dishevelled Spencer Reid holding a half full sack of sugar.

(Y/N) can only manage some sort of noise, half grunt half groan, as they wave him off and eye the sugar. 

“Sorry.” He rubs the back of his neck sheepishly. “I wanted to make some coffee, but there wasn’t any sugar left in the little bowl, so I tried to get the big packet we have stuffed in the back of the cupboard but then it got stuck and when I managed to yank it out- It… kinda… ripped and sugar spilt everywhere.”

Looking at the rambling man, it’s hard for (Y/N) to believe that this same mess of a man was the same one who had kidnapped them. 

Still half asleep, (Y/N)’s brain can only grasp half of what he’s saying. Not wanting him to keep rambling as it’s still way to early from them to be awake, and also not wanting to hear him ramble on about statistics that they 100% know he’s going to start to do. (Y/n) brings their blanket covered hands to grab his. 

Spencer stutters at the contact but (Y/N) just hauls their body up with the help of Spencer from the sofa they fell asleep on while watching their comfort series, which has now been turned off probably because of Reid himself, before wrapping the blanket around their shoulders and waddling to their room. 

(Y/N) debates getting ready with the warm blanket, but ultimately throws it onto their bed when they think of it getting wet and heavy in the process.

Stumbling into the bathroom with less grace than they would like, (Y/N) turns on the tap to start their morning routine. Brushing their teeth half asleep, washing their face which wakes them up a bit more, slapping whatever skin care they use and are bothered putting on that morning before finishing with moisturiser. 

Taking one look in the mirror, their lazy brain says to just leave their messy hair. Knotted from tossing and turning in their sleep, but the rational part of their brain reminds them that they will have to try to untangle those knots later when they’re worse. So, with distaste, they grab their brush and start the fight of brushing their (H/L) out.  

(Y/N)’s arms already feel sore from trying to move them while asleep, so they throw any thought of styling or putting their hair up in any way out the window as they walk out the bathroom door a bit more elegantly than before. 

Making sure to doge all the books and lose papers on the floor, (Y/N) walks into the kitchen to find Spencer putting the brightly coloured broom on the corner wall. There are two cups of coffee on the kitchen counter, one straight black in a plain dark navy mug, and another with just the correct ratio of milk and sugar that (Y/N) likes in a black mug with a printed white cat wearing a cowboy hat saying “Meow’dy”.

A (S/C) hand comes to pick the black cat mug by its body, (Y/N) seemingly unfazed by the scolding ceramic as they breathe in the warm scent of roasted beans to finally wake up their brain. 

Blowing onto the swirling milky liquid to cool it down, (Y/N) takes a tentative sip to make sure they don’t burn their mouth and they almost sag at the delicious taste. 

“You really know how to make good coffee.” (Y/N) mumbles, forcing themself not to gulp the liquid gold down as they remember the last time they had done that, they ended up with a burnt mouth as well as a scolding from Spencer. 

“Thank you love. Actually, it’s all in the temperature you use for the roasting.” Spencer replies trying not to go into a deep ramble about how he makes coffee, his heart swelling at the thought of his darling enjoying something he made. 

They both stand in comfortable silence, (Y/N) leaning their back onto the kitchen counter as the only sounds are blowing and sipping of coffee. 

Eyeing the window on the other side of the flat, (E/C) eyes gaze over to the window looking down on the busy streets of Washington DC. There’s a thin fog over the world as the sun starts to peak its rays out and (Y/N) suspects the outside smells like rain, but they can’t test that theory once their eyes glance down to the bolts on the window sill. 

It was hard to think about their life before this. To put it bluntly it was toxic and unbelievably draining, from their family and friends, to school and work, and god knows they only had a handful of people who gave them a lick of kindness in their life. It was draining every single day to the point of (Y/N) only having enough energy just to survive in their own body much less do the things they needed to do that day.

Taking another sip of coffee, their eyes roam over the man in front of them. 

Was this life so much better than their old life though? Being trapped in a house with a hyper intelligent, awkward man with no social skills who works for the FBI and is a potential psychopath.

Spencer sends (Y/N) a smile when he sees them looking at them, but they just cover their face by tilting their cup up higher than necessary to their lips. 

When (Y/N) was first kidnapped and brought here they were rightfully scared out of their mind, crying and bargaining and trying to get away from the person they thought were a friend. 

Spencer had tried to calm them down in his own round about kind of way, shushing them softly with promises of him never hurting them, trying to explain everything but ultimately getting into the logistics of everything and just setting off (Y/N) more because of the confusion and his psychotic rantings. 

Slowly though, (Y/N) started seeing that Reid wouldn’t hurt them, and they could now process the things he was rambling on about (mostly). 

He kidnapped them to keep them away from the bad things, from the pain of their day-to-day life. He just wants to keep them safe and loved (his words not theirs). 

Now while (Y/N) doesn’t agree with his methods, it’s not all that bad. He gives them their own space, their own room to decorate with whatever and they are free to do the same with the shared living area and kitchen. They get their favourite foods and snacks without asking, anything to fuel their hobbies, a coded phone and laptop so they can’t get help from anyone but keep themselves entertained as well as a flat screen TV and any gaming console their heart might desire. With the cherry on top of having no normal life stresses, no toxic family or friends, no school or job to kill themselves working over.

The only thing (Y/N) has to do is stay in the apartment and maybe indulge Reid when he rants once in a while. Reid would never force (Y/N) to interact with him, all he wants them to do is to be staying healthy by eating and indulging themselves in what he gives to them, but slowly (Y/N) likes to listen to his ranting. How his mind jumps from one thing to another while he goes through all the statistics, and once when they saw him play with some cards and Spencer had asked if they wanted to play, they bonded over multiple card games even though they were a bit pouty when he kept winning. 

“I took today off; would you like to play cards over breakfast?” Spencer asks while moving over to the fridge to look over the contents. 

(Y/N) knows this is bad, this whole situation is wrong. Even though Spencer wanted to keep them safe, the way he did it was wrong and immoral and (Y/N) doesn’t think they will every fully get over it. 

But when they see him smile at them while they do something small, like thank him for food or listen to his ramblings or just come out of their room and indulge themself with the things he had bought to keep them occupied. (Y/N) lets themself just live in the moment. 

“Sure.” Hesitating for a second, their eyes shoot down to their cup to try and hide their embarrassment. “Thank you for the coffee.” (Y/N) says softly.

“Of course love.” Taking (Y/N)’s empty cup from their hands, Spencer smiles down at them.

“You know I love you right?” (Y/N) nods, they know that obviously, he says it constantly. “You don’t have to love me back; I just want you happy.” 

His brown eyes soften as he puts the cups down next to them and reaches up to cup their cheek, giving them enough time and space to avoid it but when they just stand there Spencers eyes turn wide in shock. 

“Let’s play crazy eights?” (Y/N) asks, tilting their head slightly into his palm.

(Y/N) wouldn’t really say, or admit really, that Spencer had ‘saved’ them from their old life like he puts it. 

But they would be okay, it would all be okay for them.

♡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."

heyyy uhh

I dont know how many reqs you have so I'll keep it short, dw! but darth vader (actually Vader; most ppl i've seen tag it as darth vader when its not, yk?😅) "reuniting" w/ a gn friend of his, but the reunion is them being captive 😀👍. like maybe the friend was captured bcuz he was hunting for jedis, or they were helping ppl escape and that backfired on them.

you're free to choose how his friend got captured cuz im just throwin ideas. so many scenarios lmao 😆😆😆

I'm finally back!!

So sorry for being away for so long and so sorry for taking so long to get to this request, I stopped writing it half way through the first bit and realised I might have fucked up the request but kept going anyways lol so sorry if it wasn't how you imagined!!

I tried making it a little more yandere at the end but I will 100% write a few head canons or more one shots after about how life would be after this if anyones interested!! :D

Remember my request are still open!!

✧3735 words ✧ Vader x Reader ✧ Sher/Her pronouns

Hope you enjoy bubs!

~Mwah!

(Y/N) never wanted to be a jedi, not really. She wanted to help people of course but did she really want this life?

Her question was answered after her dear friend Anakin died; no, she didn’t want this life.

She wanted a life of her own, to not have to train every day with multiple weapons, to not have to stress about every movement she makes. 

She wanted a life where she could sleep in, where she could just breathe and live and do mundane things, where she could make connections and love. 

But the force works in mysterious ways and after (Y/N) had grown up, settling down in a small town and having a small shop that she adored as it played into her hobby, she was yanked back into the life she had left behind.

Obi wan had reached out to get her to help the resistance, she was apprehensive at first but after seeing him come back to her shop a bloody mess with her childhood friend Ahsoka, she had reluctantly agreed to help him just to help people escape the empire. 

“I thought you said there wouldn’t be any troopers here.” (Y/N) hisses, using the force to yank a metal box towards three troopers and slam them into the wall. She barely misses the blaster shot as she jerks her body behind another crate.

Crouching down to cover herself, she fumbles to get her (borrowed) blaster from her thigh holster before peeking out and taking a few bad shots. 

Ahsoka uses the distraction to take down the last two troopers before looking down at (Y/N) and extending her hand. “It wasn’t a part of the plan.” They both grunt as she hauls her friend up. 

“When does anything ever go according to plan” (Y/N) grumbles as she dusts herself off. 

Ahsoka just chuckles before looking around they alley way they were forced into. “Master Kenobi said the captured Jedi’s are around here, we already made a scene so we should just go without him. If they caught us off guard, we should probably assume he’s not doing well on his end either.” 

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“Come on this way.” (Y/N) whispers to an injured Jedi as she helps them walk in the cover of the night. “We’re almost there, just hold on a little bit more.” Her eyes glance at the wound at their side, blood already seeping through the fabric she had ripped from her outfit and used as a makeshift bandage. 

Panic shoots up her spine as (Y/N) throws herself and the Jedi to the side just barely missing the swipe of a saber. 

Rolling over to push herself up by her arms she doesn’t miss the boot that slams into her stomach, a silent scream creeps up her throat as her mouth widens at the blunt pain. 

She had never seen him in the flesh, but anyone could figure out who that black booted foot belongs too. 

Darth Vader.

Gritting her teeth in pain she grabs his ankle to haul her body up slightly as her other hand comes and pushes behind his knee to make him drop. 

‘GO! GET TO THE OTHERS AND GET THE KRIFF OUT OF HERE!’ She yells to the Jedi using the force as Vader swings his arm and lands a right hook. 

(Y/N) says good bye to her life as she focuses everything on just making sure Vader is distracted enough to let the injured Jedi and the rest escape. She sees them start to crawl to the wall to haul their body up in their peripheral, but she just elbows Vader’s chin making his helmet covered face tilt up. 

 This is the first time she had seen him; she can see a hazy reflection of herself in the black metal of his armour, but she gets flown back and slammed into the ground as he reaches out his hand and uses the force to pin her down. 

Her torso gets the brunt of the attack and she flicks her wrist to get a few scattered rocks and stones thrown at him. They don’t do much damage as his armour takes the brunt of it, but it throws him off enough to let her grab her blaster and take a few shots making him release his force. 

Two hit his chest head on, his armour taking the shots as he remained unharmed, whilst the others miss pathetically. 

“You’re a pathetic excuse for a Jedi.” His voice booms out, modulated from his helmet but still unbelievably deep as he snarls. His arm extends to use the force again, but she takes a few more shots at his arm making him flinch back. 

“I am no Jedi.” She spits back, the hood covering her form starts to lift as the wind picks up but it manages to stay on. “You must not be as smart as they say you are if you really can’t see my plan.” 

Finally seeing that the Jedi is out of sight, (Y/N) throws all her force at him. Vader gets thrown back a few inches but stays strong to the rest as he swipes his arm out and knocks her off her feet, his raises his arm and moves her around like a rag doll in the air before he slams her down into the ground, keeping her pinned there. 

She can barely move her fingers this time, not even a twitch as she sees his figure start to walk towards her. Pressure starts enclosing around her throat, blocking her air supply as she tries to rip her arms away, but they just lay there helplessly. She gasps, gritting her teeth to try and do anything but all she can manage is to kick her feet as the wind finally rips away her hood, instantly slapping her face with the cold chilling air. 

Her vision starts to bleed in and out as her head spins from the lack of oxygen, (Y/N) manages to see Vader now looming over her figure and she thinks she sees him recoil back once he finally gets a look at her face. 

The invisible hand around her throat and pinning her limbs down let go almost instantly. She flings her body up and immediately gulps down air and coughs, everything hurts and throbs in pain, but she can’t think about anything as her hands come up to cradle her throat as she tries to fight off unconsciousness and steady her breathing. 

(Y/N)’s mind finally comes back to her as she cranes her neck up to see Vader just standing there. 

“Wh-What?” She manages to croak out as her throat screams in protest, tears she didn’t know were now spilling to coming down her chin. 

A weird crackling sound comes out and she thinks it’s his modulated breathing as he just stares. 

She wants to fight, to do anything but sit there on the ground pathetically but it takes everything in her just to loll her head up at him, her body feeling like lead as new bruises start to flourish with old ones. It had been days of fighting and running and healing injured Jedi without any rest.

(Y/N) was never the strongest and after years of not training or using any force, she had become weak. 

He says something, she thinks it’s a name, her name?

But her eyes finally close as her body falls to the side and her brain drags her to sleep. 

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(Y/N) shuffles around a bit on the plush bed to get herself comfortable before her mind starts to darken again, the silk sheets feeling soft and light yet warm. 

Wait sheets? Bed?

Throwing her body up, the black sheets pool at her waist as she frantically looks around the room. 

It’s a room of some sorts, maybe on a ship? The walls are metal and the room’s big but bare with anything personalised. 

She remembers the fight with Vader, thinking she was going to die but he just let her go and then she passed out. 

The room spins as her vision finally clears its sleepy haze and the more she tries to focus the more the throbbing pain in her head hurts. Her body is so sore, and it feels like she has to use every piece of strength in her body to try and pick up her arm. 

Nausea creeps up her throat and she groans as she curls into herself. 

Hearing the door open, she forces her body up right as she watches Vader stride in, there’s no words exchanged as he closes the door and takes a few steps towards the bed.

They both stare at each other, (Y/N) staring into the eyes of his helmet to try and search for his eyes and Vader looking in those familiar (E/C) orbs he used to search comfort in. 

Slowly, he starts to lift his helmet off and (Y/N) goes to stop him but it dies in her throat when she sees his face. 

“Anakin?” Her voice is so soft he barely misses it, he wants to correct her and say that Anakin is dead but when he opens his mouth nothing comes out. 

(Y/N) doesn’t know what to do, she wants to swear at him, she wants to jump and scream and hug him so tight but… 

“You’re…. You’re not Anakin.” She says slowly. 

She can see the hurt flash in his eyes before he looks away and puts his helmet back on. They both return to silence before (Y/N) speaks again.

“What do you want from me? Why am I here? Why didn’t you just…” She trails off, her head pounding harder as she thinks about her childhood best friend ending her life. 

“Just what? Kill you?” His voice comes out sharp, but the ugly sound of his modulator crackling tells her his voice strained. 

(Y/N) pushes herself up by her arm to sit properly as he watches her through his visor. “You fought with Master Obi-Won and fought to kill. Why didn’t you do that to me once you saw who I was?” 

“That’s different” Vader’s voice comes out uncharacteristically high, but he calms himself before continuing. “You are in my bedroom and you will be here until I say so. I’ll go get you some medicine and food.”

His black cape flows as he turns around to leave but (Y/N) leans forward to try and make him stay. 

“Wait! Anakin-” 

“It’s Vader now!” He snaps cutting her off. “And don’t think of leaving this room, your injured and I have the door locked with guards stationed outside. Just sit down and do nothing, like you have done for years.” 

The last few words digs a knife into her heart but she doesn’t even have the time to properly react before he’s out of the room with the sound of the door sliding closed. 

(Y/N) stares blankly at the door as her head falls back to softly thunk against the bed post. 

Had her Anakin really turned into this? Into the monster that is Darth Vader? 

A few tears escape her eyes that she’s too exhausted to wipe away. “Oh Anakin, what did they do to you?” 

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Like he had said, Vader came back into the room a few minutes later with a bowl of some sort of bone broth, a cup of water and some bacta patches. 

He straightens out the sheets at her lap before placing the tray down before giving her a once over and disappearing into what (Y/N) thinks is a connected refresher. 

Picking up the spoon, she swirls the bone broth a bit before taking a small tentative sip. It hits her tongue, and she has to stop herself from humming. Days on the run with limited bad tasting food made this simple broth taste divine on her tongue, but as soon as she swallows, she feels her stomach churn. 

(Y/N) drops the spoon back into the bowl, it makes a small splash that barely misses her clothes but she ignores it to sling one arm over her stomach. 

Hearing Vader return, she doesn’t have it in her to look up at him as she closes her eyes. 

“You need to eat.” It’s a command, his voice having no trace of the man it used to belong to. 

“Why am I here.” Her voice is so soft that even Vader’s helmet almost misses it, but he doesn’t, and he doesn’t know how to respond.

He hesitates before taking a few tentative steps closer to the bed. “Why didn’t you become a Jedi?” 

Opening her eyes to watch him, her eyes flash to show her Anakin, the one who was always curled into himself in the middle of the nights when he was caught up in the darkness of his mind. 

“Because it wasn’t the life for me.” She manages to say softly. “I wanted to love, to feel without any consequences. I wanted to help people, but I knew I wasn’t cut out to help people how Jedi’s do.”

“Then why did you come back?” He takes off his helmet again, placing it at the foot of the bed before slowly getting on his knees.

The scene must look comical to any outsider, the feared Darth Vader on his knees for some random girl.

(Y/N) has to physically restrain herself from reaching her hand out by hugging herself and tucks her hands in her pits. 

“This time I could help people properly. People were getting hurt and I could help them, why wouldn’t I?” 

She was always doing that, wasn’t she? Always helping people even if it meant she had to do things she didn’t want to. 

Vader wants to shake her shoulders, to shout at her that everyone’s selfish and just using her. To call her selfish for making him stay as a Jedi before leaving it all behind. But most of all, he wants to collapse in her arms and tell her everything, all the pain he endured and everything he had to do that he wouldn’t even think about telling anyone else. 

He doesn’t even realise he’s deep in thought before he sees her moving to place his helmet back on, now half sitting on the edge of the bed near him. 

“Va- Anakin.” She corrects herself before whispering whilst keeping her touch as delicate as possible. “I can see that you’re struggling to breathe.”

When his helmet finally does lock in place, Vader takes a few deep breaths. He had pressurised his room obviously, but he had to keep it just under his comfortable levels to make sure it didn’t affect (Y/N). 

The words slip out of her mouth before she can stop them. “What happened?” They come out soft, but he can feel the hurt behind them and it makes his blood boil. 

“How could you possibly ask that?” His modulator now booms his voice. “You saw how they were, they were the reason for her death and you even left!” 

The mention of Padmè squeezes (Y/N)’s heart but she just furrows her brows.

“So all of that just justifies you killing millions of innocent people?” Her voice raises as well but he crosses his large arms across his chest plate. 

“You don’t understand-”

“No, you don’t understand Anakin!” She cuts him off, now standing on wobbly legs. “You’re hurting people, people like me who just want to live!” 

Standing in-front of him now, yelling at him without listening, reminds Vader of Obi-wan and he snaps. 

“I AM VADER! ANAKIN IS DEAD!” His voice rattles the room and shocks (Y/N) to drop back down on the bed. “People like you? Don’t make me laugh.” A cackle gets cut off by his modulator, but it’s filled with coldness. “Your selfish, sitting around while people get hurt. You only care when they start to bother your own little world. Where were you when Padmè died? Where were you when I was getting hurt? You just want to help people to fill that pathetic hole in your chest, so don’t you dare think you can talk to me about any of this.” He sneers before turning on his heel and slamming the door behind him, leaving (Y/N) sitting their heart broken. 

Looking down at her (S/C) palms, her body shakes with her sobs. 

Anakin really is dead. 

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A few days pass, maybe a week?

(Y/N) doesn’t kriffin know but she does know is that her body has finally recovered mostly, some wounds still need a few more days but there’s no risk of tearing anything open and she finally doesn’t feel nauseous and dizzy anymore.

Happy with her new found health, now the dreaded thoughts of what will happen to her finally sink in as her mind isn’t fogged up with pain.

Vader made it out like he hated her, he despised her life and even though she hadn’t seen him since that day, a storm trooper always came in with food and things she would need for the day.

It made no sense and she’s tired. 

She left this life because she couldn’t handle it and now, she’s forcefully thrusted back in only to be caught up in more stuff? 

(Y/N) never wanted this. 

Standing from the chair, she walks over to the sliding door that was always locked and started banging. Like always, the storm troopers stationed there at every hour and rotating depending on shifts, called back asking what she needed.

“I want to talk to Vader, now.” Her snappy voice makes them hesitate, they had strict rules to keep her in the room and not to talk more than necessary and there were no rules to state that she couldn’t ask for the black armoured man himself, but they had seen how angry he had barged out of the room. 

Finally giving into the demands, they look at each other before calling out they would send someone to fetch him and in a few minutes Vader himself was walking through the halls.

All troopers and anyone in the vicinity tense up and looks away but he ignores them before slamming the hatch open and locking it behind him. 

“What do you gain from keeping me here Vader? What do you want from me? This is the last time I’m asking this and if you don’t answer me, I will do everything in my power to leave.” (Y/N) usual voice is devoid of any fun or sarcasm or tenderness as she gets straight to the point, not letting him even acknowledge her.

Taking a few steps towards from the wall, he leaves decent space between them both but still enough to keep a comfortable conversation.

“Do you really not know why you are here?” His modulated voice still startles the female but the anger in her veins smooth over that. 

Crossing her arms, she leans onto her front leg. “How could I? You seem to hate my existence, yet you ordered for me to be taken cared of, but I’m not allowed to leave. You won’t even answer my questions.” Her arms come up and wave to emphasize her point but Vader just stares. He had forgotten how her little habits actually looked, he could never forget but the years apart had fogged up his imagery of the memories. 

Finally feeling as if there is no other way to express himself, he just simply states. “I love you, that’s why you are staying here.”

(Y/N)’s mind reels so hard that she stumbles back, her ass landing right on the chair she had left untucked. 

Shaking her head, (Y/N) feels like she’s dreaming because this couldn’t be real. “You- You can’t! You said it yourself, I’m selfish and horrible and you called me pathetic! You loved Padmé! How could you love me?” Tears start pouring down her face, but she doesn’t even realise as she looks through his armour and straight into his heart, trying to search for the Anakin she knew and, admittedly, loved, but she can’t find him and all she can see is a stranger. 

Vader winces at her tears, it feels like someone is physically ripping his heart out when he sees her cry, but he just takes a deep breath before striding over and crouching. 

“I’ve loved you since we were kids, but I didn’t realise until Padmé died that the love I felt for you and her are different.” His gloved hand comes up to wipe away a tear, a little rougher than he had wanted but he had never touched someone as delicately as he was touching her now. 

Hiccups and whimpers leave her throat as sobs wrack (Y/N) body before she abruptly stands up and shakes her head. “This- This ca-can’t be happening.” Her voice cracks slightly but Vader just stands up aswell and grabs her arm gently to make sure she doesn’t fall.

“This is real, the faster you accept that the faster you can acclimate to your new home.” Again, Vader is a bit harsher than he had wanted but he had never thought about anyone’s emotions other than his own for years. 

Ripping his arm off her, (Y/N) growls. “This isn’t my home, this will never be my home. You took me away from my home.” 

She moves to run to the door but she gets yanked back by her waist and gets thrown onto the bed, the plush surface doesn’t do any damage but the fast movement disorientates (Y/N) enough to let him pin her legs down with his own and restrain her wrists with one of his own. 

“It doesn’t matter if you tell yourself this isn’t your home because now it is.” The hiss that escapes his throat crackles horribly from his modulator, but he just presses her wrists down harder to make sure her (e/c) orbs focus on him. “You’re staying here weather you like it or not, so it’s best if you start faking it or the only person who’s going to be affected by your struggling is yourself.” 

Her hiccups and tears return as she started into the damned black visor, Anakin had really died and left behind this love sick monster hu?

Closing her eyes tightly to block out everything out as her legs stop trying to twist away, the last though in her mind rings out before she finally stops struggling.

‘I’m sorry Anakin.’ 

hi, i was wondering if u could write for a yandere batfam reaction to the batsis growing REALLY tall, like 6’0(opposite of ur short one). just overall head cannons on how they would react and such.

only do this if u can tho!!! i completely understand if u can’t, and i’m just glad i found out how asks work!! drink some water, sleep well, and have a wonder weekend!!!!

I kind of wanted to distance myself from Batfam stuff just because the only blogs I've seen bout them always turn into a Batfam blog bc of the demand and while I love them and I know some blog writers do love them like that I would rather not continue to write them.

But you anon are just so nice and cute how was I not supposed to???? 🥺

Also sorry for the delay in writing, I just didn't have any creative juices at all. I'm trying to get out of this funk so please send me asks!!

If you thought the batfam fed short foster! Reader then you haven’t seen anything yet!

Because your taller and bigger your body needs more food and they know this, so instead of them kind of backing off and making sure you eat no matter how big, NOW they will be feeding you 24/7!

They still keep the same type of snacks but now they try to keep protein on them, the bat mobile having a cooler into it now to keep everything fresh. 

Tall reader! Still gets regular check up’s, making sure that you growing too fast doesn’t hurt you and that your body can support your new weight. Checking that your joints and bones are oki doki hoki poki!

Batfam! Worries about your height too, wondering if your height might give you some disadvantages with your body with age or if your genetics might give you something bad.

I’m sorry to say but if your taller than them you won’t be stronger than them, you still get picked up and they modify their holding styles to make sure your comfortable. Though Tim and Damian both have thought about if you could pick them up, Damian having once had a dream that he was on your shoulders while you were running through the manor, he was very huffy and pouty after and was even more of a brat for your attention that day even though he wouldn’t tell you why.

Dick once had a nightmare that you had grown as tall as a house and escaped, when he tried to bring you back home you just stepped over him like an ant. When he flung awake he immediately sneaked into your room to make sure you weren’t like his dream, he definitely listened to his old man and Alfred’s nagging about having some sort of sleep schedule after that. 

If ANYONE says anything about your height or even looks at you the wrong way the whole family are going to torture them slowly but not before making a show of telling them off and praising you up and down for your height.

Clothes are tailored for you anyways no matter your height or gender so you never have to worry about nothing fitting, same with shoes. You get the grandest biggest bed they can get, bigger than an Alaska king sized bed as they had it made to order just for their little precious sibling.

That’s another thing too, your still their precious little thing. No matter how tall you are or how old you are, and they will not even think twice before reminding you about that.

“Aww aren’t you just a little precious thing. Hu? What do you mean your taller than me. Pfft- that doesn’t matter silly little cub, you aren’t as strong as us are you hmm? You still need your big boys to take care of you! There’s no shame in that little cub! We are more than happy to help!”

I head cannon that the BatBoys! Always show a range of body types in the magazines they pose for so best bet if your ever feeling low they will show you how beautiful and handsome your body is. 

You never get mocked for being too tall but Jason does put things juuuust out of reach to ‘coincidently’ walk in on you struggling and tease you even if he himself can’t reach and needs to climb on something. 

“You were just saying how tall you were, what happened hmm? That too far away from you?” He chuckles and teases you while he gets it down but gives your head pat while he’s up there.

I don’t put specific heights but it’s going to be rare that you are taller than them or all of them. Bruce is 6’2 (from a quick google search don’t kill me) and the boys are around the same so some of them might just be an inch or half an inch taller than you. Though even if you are taller than them it won’t change much, they will find ways to pat your head and give forehead kisses but back, arm and shoulder pats so come more frequent.

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~

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~

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. 

~~

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 ♡

TW: Smut, like just absolute FILTH! MDNI! My second attempt at smut please be kind, this man has been eating my brain. 'Pretty' is used but no gender or gendered parts are used ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Nanami Kento is a gentleman through and through and that doesn’t change when he’s drowning in his own possessive thoughts about you but even the nicest of men can snap after being pushed to the brink. 

Kento had delt with your multiple escape attempts with grace even after dealing with a migraine named ‘Gojo Satoru’ and idiotic co-workers at his dreaded desk job. So today should be the same shouldn’t it? He was practically counting down the days of your next escape attempt, knowing it would be coming up and making taking appropriate measures. 

So why was he feeling like this? Why was he feeling buzzing underneath his skin? Why was he restless? Why did he feel like his mind full of cotton and spinning at the same time? Why did it feel like it was impossible to breathe?

He’s always a gentleman, even when he pins you down on the soft bed, your body sinking into the plush surface as he rails you brain dead. 

Usually, he loves seeing your pretty face scrunch up in those cute little expressions but he has your front pressed into the sheets. Practically laying on-top of you as he drapes himself over your back making sure you couldn’t even think about running away from the pleasure he was drowning you in. 

Dirty sticky wet ‘plap, plap, plap’, sounds echoing the room as he fills you up so deliciously with deep, strong, slow strokes. 

You can’t even bring yourself to ask him to go faster because it already feels so good, the pleasure melting your brain leaving only moans and hiccupped cries to spill out of your spit-stained lips. It honestly feels like you’re drowning as he makes you take it again and again and again and again-

Whining out brokenly as you drool all over his thick veiny forearm, Kento keeping you in a headlock as he spews absolute filth into your ear in between his own groans. “There we go sweet thing, takin’ it so prettily for me-” His own breath hitches and his head tilt back just a little, blonde hair falling over his eyes. 

The deep moan he lets out hits you hard, his lips pressed against the shell of your ear as he presses kisses everywhere he can reach, on your cheeks, your neck, your shoulders. The soft plush feeling of his sweet kisses contrasting with his mean deep thrusts. 

His yanks his arm back tightening his grip, not enough to choke you but enough so you could feel the pressure. “No, no, no sweetheart- don’t run from it now.” A chuckle leaves his lips as your head tilts back, his eyes soaking up the absolute mess he’s made of you. Your eyes glazed over and knocked back, drool slipping out of the corner of your mouth cutely as your mouth opens in choked out moans. “You’re taking it, I’m going to make you take it.” He growls out, a smirk pulling his lips as his free hand comes to hold your plush hips down, feeling how feverish your skin was. 

“The little brat just needed to get to get fucked huh?” Kento coo’s so sweetly its mocking, but the blunt lewd words coming from the usual stoic man makes everything feel that much more dirty. “Needed me to fuck those stupid thoughts right out of your skull huh love? You could have just asked instead of acting out baby.”

He lets out a low moan as presses sloppy kisses to your already sloppy mouth, drinking up your cries and tasting your salty tears dripping into both of your mouths. 

Kento’s tongue messily presses against yours as you try and fail to speak, only letting out a muffled “Hngh-” since he really and truly left you brain dead. Panting into his mouth you squeal when he tilts your hips up, jerking your body with his deep thrusts as he goes even deeper. Choking on a gasp as he pulls back to groan, thick brows pinches together as he feels you clench. “Ah- shit sweet thing, gonna drive me crazy for you.” He grits out, his breathing laboured as he feels himselfstart to get fucked-out, pleasure shooting up his spin and making him shiver.  The thought of Kento and Kento alone fills your head, his musky smell, his touch, his kisses, just HIM and his mind shattering thrusts as he fills out every spot even you didn’t know about. Your nails and teeth dig into the thick skin of his forearm, scratching and bitting pretty marks into the skin he would worship later as you feel the stupid amount of muscle and veins beneath his skin. 

Little ‘ah- ah- ah~’ moans falling out of you, you can barely hear yourself as Kento fuck’s you dumb, making your back arch in pleasure as your limbs twitch and jerk. You don’t even feel your orgasm, stuck drowning in the feeling of him, until it’s too late and it feels like he’s ripping you apart in the sweetest of ways. 

A wail leaves you as he talk’s you through it. “There we go- there we go. C’mon baby give it to me- yeah, I’m right here baby doing so sooo good for me.” He whispers in your ear as he pins your twitching body down harder, his forearm tightening the headlock around your neck as his other thick arm wraps around your waist to keep you steady on his cock. Not stopping his measured deep thrusts as you sob in pleasure, babbling out dumbly.  You claw weakly at his arm, barely able to kick your legs out as he puts his weight on you clawing feebly at his arm to try to push him away.  “Nu-uh baby.” He growls lowly ignoring your overstimulated cries, nipping pretty little marks on your neck that gets you moaning out lewdly. “This is your punishment- gotta make sure to drain all that energy out of you.”  

It’s a twisted punishment to him, he could never hurt you, he loved you. But he needed to show his love more hands on apparently, and if he could do that as well as making sure you were too tired to even think about running again than how could he not. 

Nanami Kento is a gentleman, what kind of man would he be if he couldn’t make his wonderful darling cum?