Yandere Whos The Mother To Your Partner.

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.

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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~

♡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."

♡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.

♡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). 

LEME SMOOCH! LEME SMOOCH HIM!

I'm just gonna leave this here and-- I have nothing to say. (I don't want to finalize it)