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desk pet leon 🥺 whos such a good toy for you! he’s so cute squished in the tiny ass space underneath ur desk, completely naked with just a collar on <33 kitten licking ur pussy hoping you’ll stop ignoring him and tell him what a good boy he is for making you feel good while you game! wants you to pay attention to him but knows you won’t until he makes you cum :( so he sucks your pussy so good, moans while he flicks his tongue on ur clit just the way you like, anything for you to notice him. n even though you’re trying sooo hard ignore him it’s too distracting !! u keep missing shots and have to pause the game just so u can grip his head and fuck his pretty face <33

n when u cream all over his tongue leon thinks you’ll finally acknowledge him, maybe even play with his cock that’s heavy and drooling all over his thigh, but when u put ur headset back on and resume ur game, leon knows he’s not getting up anytime soon :(

This is so cute, them running in circles, screaming

Ok hear me out, with the teeny tiny AI reader story what is she meets another more sentient AI another spider has and they two are so curious about each other it looks like a pair of dolls having a tea party as they talk about their experiences of being, and being able to relate to each other in a way that nobody else could. She still has her crush with Miguel of course, he’s her number 1 always but she’s curious about meeting another like her, it’s another first for her. And ya girl is eager to know EVERYTHING she can.

Miguel is absolutely 100% not jealous Peter shut up. He’s just… keeping an eye on her. She has an important job to do and there can’t be any long time distractions, that’s why he picks her up by the back of her clothes like a kitten in the middle of conversation. No it wasn’t a cry for attention when he let Lego Spider-Man sit on his shoulder again just to see if that would get her to stop touching the other AI’s form. And it definitely wasn’t on purpose that the other AI’s Spider-Man had to go on a lot more missions to take them on either. Especially after mayday wanted to play house with them. Nope not him. Never.

cws for gn reader.

-

“You’re glowering.”

“I’m working.”

“I can smell your anger. It’s tangy.” Miguel cuts his eyes at Peter, a persistent, dull throb at his temples as he slowly breathes out through his nose. “Y’know…” He starts in that tone, that tone that means that Peter thinks he’s got you all figured out. “Jealousy is bad for your cholesterol.”

“I’m not jealous about some android.” The accusation was absurd. Miguel didn’t care if you were getting chummy with someone’s poorly made, middle school project, that was your prerogative. What Miguel did care about was that you weren’t doing your job, but rather poking and prodding at the android in front of you, a million questions flying from your mouth.

He had let you have your fun at first — Jessica Drew had recruited yet another spider, and this one just happened to have an AI of their own that tagged along with them, and you had been on them ever since. Asking questions about their hardware, their functions, if their Spider-man was as grumpy as the one you worked for. But hours had passed, and the sun outside had set long ago, and you were still talking with them.

The both of you were sat on the edge of Miguel’s desk, legs swinging as you talked back and forth, one of you occasionally reaching over to poke at this, pull at that, and marvel at something.

“Really? Cause you look jealous.” Peter says as he struggles to keep Mayday contained, the toddler not content to sit on her father’s shoulders and observe the miniature figures that probably looked an awful lot like her dolls back at home in her eyes. “You’ve got the steam coming out of your ears and everything, my man.”

Deciding that ignoring Peter was the best way to shut him up, Miguel leaves him to wrestle with his kid as he walks over to the two of you, lips set in a thin line as he looks down.

“Miguel!” You smile as you turn to him, but it quickly drops when you realize he’s come over to put a stop to the conversation. “Five more minutes?”

“You asked me that an hour ago, no.” You grumble and huff, arms crossing over your chest as it’s your turn to glower. “You have work to do.”

“But—!” Two fingers pinch at the back of your shirt and lift you up, and your legs wildly kick as he begins to walk with you out of the room. “Miguel! You’re so rude, Miguel! I didn’t even get to say bye!”

“Adiós. There, I said it for you.”

-

“Does this mean I’m unbanned from your shoulder now?” Lego Spider-man says as he perches himself on Miguel’s shoulder.

“Temporarily.” Miguel watches you out of the corner of his eye, waiting to see if you’d react after seeing “your” spot taken once again. You glance over, lips pursing and eyes narrowing, and Miguel puffs up, squares his shoulders and lifts his chin, but then that android is tapping at your cheek (they’re awfully touchy) and your attention is back on them.

It’s been like this for days now. You finish your work in record timing, and then seek out the android and spend the entire day talking with them. It’s harmless chatter, conversations never leaving the box of ‘friendly’, but it still grinds Miguel’s gears nonetheless. He could understand the initial fascination, somewhat. You had seen other androids before in this world, your kind wasn’t a rarity, and you were built pretty similarly to androids from other worlds, too. So what was your fascination with this particular one?

He couldn’t understand it, and he didn’t want to, that’s why he raised his wrist up to his mouth and spoke in low tones to his watch. A few minutes later and the android’s Spider-man was walking into the room, and Miguel pretended not to be bothered by your crestfallen face when your little friend is whisked away to assist on a mission.

You pout the rest of the day, letting out dejected sighs every now and then as you take it upon yourself to start on Miguel’s mountain of paperwork, not even caring of where Lego Spider-man is still sitting. Eventually he too has to go, leaving the two of you in the room, and Miguel runs his tongue along the back of his teeth as he takes a seat in his chair, one hand resting on the top of the pile as you went to grab another one.

You look up at him, sad expression weighing heavy on his heart for some odd reason, and he does his best to push that feeling away. “Let’s take a break—we can go for a walk outside.”

You usually jump at the opportunity to get outside, never really going out much, but you shake your head this time, lips downturning and eyebrows furrowing as you sigh. “I don’t feel like going out today.” He hides his face of disappointment well.

“Then we won’t.” He removes his hand from the pile, grabbing a report as he does, and holds his hand out instinct. You’d usually place his pen in it, then chide him for relying on you for the smallest things, but you’re still moping, not paying him any attention, and Miguel thinks that maybe Peter hadn’t been talking out of his ass when he called him jealous.

Miguel had nearly forgotten what it felt like, this all consuming emotion—the uncomfortable itch under his skin, the bitter feeling stewing in his gut, the ache in his chest.

Miguel grabs his own pen, sucks in a deep breath and slowly lets it out, but before he can start making marks on the paper, you’re shoes are walking over the words as you place yourself in his line of sight.

“Miguel?” Your hands clasp together in front of you, and he makes a low noise, a sign for you to continue. “Do you not like them? The other android?”

He blinks, “what makes you think that?”

“You’ve been angry recently…more so than usual.” Your eyes flit between his and the surface of the table. “If . . . if you don’t like them, then I’ll stop being friends with them. I don’t want to upset you, Miguel.”

He clicks the button on the pen, teeth sinking into his tongue as he curses himself for being so obvious with his unwarranted dislike of the android—because it was unwarranted, Miguel wasn’t delusional enough to think that he had valid reason for disliking them.

“Don’t do that on my account.” He settles for. “You’re free to be friends with whoever you want to be friends with.”

“But I don’t want to upset you!”

“I’m not upset.”

“You are!”

“I’m not.” He snaps, eyes narrowing and fangs flashing for a split second. You give him a bland look and gesture to his face.

“You are.” He clicks the button on the pen again, just to find that he’s mashed it all the way down inside, rendering it unusable. “I won’t talk to them again.”

“Yes, you will.”

“You can’t make me talk to them, Miguel. I refuse to! You—put me down!” He grips you by the back of your shirt, your hands reaching up to deliver incredibly soft blows to his fingers. “Where are you taking me?”

“Incinerator.”

“What!?”

~

“There.”

Miguel plops you down on the table in the middle of the dining room, nudging you with a finger in the direction of the other android who was excitedly bouncing in their spot. Tuh.

You huff and cross your arms over your chest, obstinately turning your head away from them, and the other android’s excitement turns into confusion. They call your name, and you make a show of turning your back to them, their look of confusion turning to one of hurt. Yeah, been there, buddy.

Miguel calls your name next, and you blink up at him and extend your hands up, assuming he had wanted to pick you up. “Talk to them.”

“No.”

Miguel twists his lips, and then a hand is extending a Spider-man themed glass, soda cup towards him. He looks over to the other Spider-man, eyebrow arched as he takes the cup. He makes a motion, and Miguel snorts in amusement before shrugging.

“Why are you making that fa—” Your voice mutes when Miguel places the cup over you, and he watches as you point your finger up at him, angry shouts likely leaving you. The other android is pushed over to the cup, and Miguel lifts it to allow them to be pushed in, catching the end of your angry “—hate you, you big tyrant!” before the sound is cut off again.

“Yours is a little . . . feisty.”

“That’s a nice way of putting it.” Miguel crosses his arms over his chest, watching as you keep walking away from the other android as they try to speak to you, until eventually it turns into you two running around in circles, large smiles on your faces.

The sight of you happy replaces that dark, grimy feeling that had been building inside him with something lighter, warmer, sweeter.

This is 💗 anon, your anon is turned off. Please let me stay anonymous. Anywho, I, uh, need Jing Yuan to just use me any way he wants. He needs to spit in my mouth? My tongue is out waiting for it. He tells me jump, I ask how high. He wants to ruin me in front of his officers who aren't allowed to look at me? I'll do it

That or I power bottom Sampo. Make that submissive little shit worship me

ON A PLATTER

YANDERE! JING YUAN x AMAB! SOLDIER! READER

plus a little Sampo addition (not smut tho) to the end.

hope everyone that pulled for him succeeded!!

©️ art and story belongs to me, character goes to hoyoverse. please do not redistribute, repost, or share my art without credit or permission.

warnings: noncon. spoilers for the jarilo iv storyline. anal seggs.

status: unedited

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT. I BEG OF YOU.

Many exalted the drowsy general’s prowess and leadership across the Xianzhou Alliance. Under his rule, the Luofu Flagship developed into a powerhouse that petrified those who heard its name. An infamous red line that warned against those that sought immortality. A blade that stuck right next your jugular in case you dare so moved in a direction they do not want you to.

This general was hundreds of years your junior but had already accomplished far more than you have. That fact was the second biggest slap to the face.

The actual, most damaging slap was his patronizing attitude towards you.

How were you supposed to rise above your station and prove your worth as a knight when he assigned you as his measly bodyguard? It wasn’t as if it was a quiet career really, the man faced dozens of attempts at his life on a daily. It was moreso the fact that he never let you do your job in the first place.

You spent decades just standing around while he swung his massive sword at intruders before you could even blink. Somehow, the lousy man moved faster when defending you rather than with his own duties. It was as if he was the body guard not you.

Not to mention the perverse stares. You weren’t dense. You could feel his bedroom eyes from miles away, taking off the heavy armor you wore to work and leaving you bare. You felt like a lamb, or a tender piece of steak on a platter — and he, the most insatiable man alive.

Hundreds of years training — wasted, spent on being a trophy for him.

If remaining close to the master that misused you for several decades was bad enough, having to interact with him was like hell on earth. He was a vice, a poison molded into the shape of a man. One that could kill you in a instant, but looked oh so tempting. Only the heavens knew how you were resisted his charms for so long.

“Yes, my general? How may I be of assistance?” Your voice and words held a cordial, cold tone to it. If your employer could not bring a semblance of professionalism into the table, then you would tenfold. If he always closed in the distance between you two, you in turn would step further away in your relationship or whatever one might call this thing between the two of you was.

Despite your frigid temperament, Jing Yuan does not flinch nor back down. His eyes trained on a star-chess piece as he twirled it around. “I think it is about time we quell any sort of . . . resentment you have towards me is all.”

You had to give it to him. Jing Yuan was one of the most attractive people you’ve ever bared witness to. At nights like these where his mane of a hair was let down, giving him a relaxed and playful look, it was hard not to stare. “Pardon, my general?”

“You have no need to give me false face, [Y/N]. I know of your doubts and qualms. You see me unfit to continue being General. That I am incompetent, lazy. That I do not let you do a job you feel you are overqualified to even be in.” He listed off before carefully placing the star-chess piece down. His eyes then abruptly flicked to you, creating eye-contact and in turn, chills.

You are rendered speechless. How had he known? You had been so terribly careful. Never spouting about what you thought. Never even writing down such things. You knew better than to show your treacherous feelings outside of the seat of divine foresight, much less within.

So how, how did this wretched man know?

The General smirked as your hands tightened around your spear. “Why so shy all of a sudden, little warrior? Do not worry. I have a feeling you’ll quite enjoy what I have in store for you.”

“Come here.” He patted his lap.

And you quickly realized what was happening here.

Your whole career was a waiting game really. Each day you could only pray that the General had enough self-control not to take you. It seemed that today was the day all restraints were taken off.

Now, you could only pray for things to be swiftly over, or heavens forbid for him to not enjoy it so that it won’t happen again in the future.

Jing Yuan had long planned for this moment. What order he’d take off each piece of armor, how he’d do it, and every step following that. He was more meticulous in the way he’d have his time with you than anything else in his life.

Never did he put this much effort into anything. Not his studies nor training. He had to give it to you. You were right. He didn’t fully devote himself into playing General. How could he when he was already fully devoting himself to you?

“Perhaps little warrior was a wrong title for me to give you. With how drenched these are, wouldn’t little whore be better, hm?” Your skin, no matter what imperfections it may have, looked immaculate to his eyes. It was something Jing Yuan daydreamed about for hours on end and you did not disappoint. He should have done this sooner, he thought. Too bad it had to take a certain trigger for all his control to diminish.

His wasted no time when grabbing your cock. It was semi soft, though you didn’t want him this way your hormones said otherwise. He doesn’t falter for one second even after knowing so, predicting that its state would change once he began stimulating it. “My General, please — ngh — cease this at one.”

You legs kept moving around, either in pleasure or in a last ditch attempt at resisting, you didn’t know. Your body was moving on sheer instinct. Flight or fight mixing with euphoria. Fear and relief clashing against one another. It had been months since you last touched yourself. As a being close to a thousand years of age, your libido had long fizzled out. Or so you thought.

“You really are in need of a wake up call.”

Jing Yuan remained silent for the couple of minutes it took you to finally ejaculate. As the thick white liquid left your member, so did the remaining will to resist.

“I am your ruler.”

Jing Yuan suddenly stood up, causing you to fall forward unto his desk. Your chrysanthemum presented itself for him.

“My word is law.”

His left hands slid from your lower back to your shoulder as his right aligned his cock. You dare not look back to witness his size.

You hear the sound of a bottle being opened and of squelching while Jing Yuan covered himself in lubricant. He almost spends an entire minute just touching himself to your naked back. A sight he thought would only remain a mirage, a phantasm he will never see come to light.

“My desire will be met.”

But alas, you are here. Though he could easily reach climax just masturbating to this magnificent view, a taste was what this entire endeavor’s reason for occurring.

“And long have I waited for this moment to have you in my hands, Senior.”

He enters. Not gentle in the slightest. And to both your surprise he cums right there, not even lasting a second within you. Regardless of the surprise and sudden intrusion, you do not miss the way he addressed you.

A flood of memories fills your mind. “Xiao Yuan . . ?”

You do not get to think too much about it however, as Jing Yuan quickly regained his erection and began fucking your hole. Groaning loudly at your tightness which came as a result of your surprise. He picks you up by your arms and pressed your back to his chest.

“You finally remembered me, have you? But alas, catching up will have to wait. We have an audience waiting for the real show to begin.” He tilted his head away and looked beyond your form.

The guards — those who thought were your friends — that were stationed there weren’t dismissed. They were watching the whole time you were being jerked off and reached climax. Their eyes were glued to how Jing Yuan’s cock would disappear into your little hole, ears peeled to the lewd sounds of squelching, slapping and mewling, you bet that behind those helmets they were drooling over your misery.

But you didn’t feel an inch of anger at them at all, only at the man that forced you into this wicked situation in the first place.

“You lunatic—“ You yelled, but you do not move away, thrash or form any attempts at escape.

“Lunatic? No no, just authoritarian. A leader needs to assert himself in the face of . . . those who daringly gaze at my belonging. All while they’re stripped bare for me to partake in. If anything those lowly soldiers are the perverts are they not?” He paused from his thrusts, and you are ashamed to know that you made a small whine of disappointment at his lack of movement. He chuckled at your response before his face turned cold.

Golden eyes dripped in apathy as he commanded to everyone else in the room. “Helmets off.”

“Yes, general!” They all nodded in unison. No hesitation whatsoever.

“Look straight into their eyes, little warrior.” But who were you to judge when all you do to his commands were to follow blindly as well? You faced your comrades, you’re almost thankful for your arousal clouding your brain and stopping it from feeling too much shame and disgust. They stare right back. Eyes burning with lust and excitement.

Once he is assured of your eye-contact, Jing Yuan began pounding your ass again, this time he was somehow much more harsh than he was at the beginning. “Ngh — !”

“See all of them? These people would kill to be in my place right now. They’d beg for just a drop of your essence. And here you are, taking my cock like the good little warrior you are. Milking me for all I’m worth. Aren’t you greedy for me? Hahaha!” It doesn’t take Jing Yuan long to get jealous. Just several seconds later he shoves you forward and back unto his desk, forcing you to face somewhere else and your attention back to only the way his cock rearranged your insides and hiding the way your hole took him. His hand running itself through your hair, tugging once or twice every minute.

He leaned forward, thus allowing his voice to reach your ears and your ears alone, and his member to reach even further inside you. “Want more of my cum, [Y/N]? Tell me. Order me.”

“Give me - ah - more of your cum, you - ah - bastard!” You screamed, grabbing ahold of one of his scrolls and unintentionally breaking via the strength of your grip.

Your wish is his command.

Jing Yuan doesn’t slow down or stop as his cum filled you up. He wanted to make sure every corner of your hole was covered with him, that every spurt of his seed would decorate your rectum and make it its home.

“Satisfied with your general now, soldier?” He asked, his hips now slowly stuttered to a stop.

You do not reply, only panting in exhaustion. He does not part with you for a moment when he gave his command.

“Qingzu. Send this recording to Tingyun, then execute the rest.”

Your shock and terror overshadowed the doom of all your friends.

“Yes, my General.”

You only realized the weight of it all when he turned you around for an embrace. His genital already ‘recovering’ and almost ready for another round.

“How would you like their eyes served to you, hm? In preserve jars . . .

Or on a platter?”

Inside the void of space. Of the stars, the planets. The cradle of creation and dreams. You hear the sly voice of a man you once knew.

“What a pervert you are, reading a smutty story of that General from Xianzhou.”

What was his name again? Sam . . . Samuel . . . ?

“Sooo ~ did you enjoy it? Did you have fun?”

Sampo. Sampo Koski.

“ . . . What ?”

Yes, Sampo, your fellow actor. How could you forget? The support to your lead. The guy who always had your back.

“Oh my, you seem a little disoriented.“

In the cold embrace of the void, Sampo’s hands almost felt hot when he placed it upon your cheeks.

“Not to worry, dear friend! I’ll fix you right back up again. Can’t have our main actor ill-prepared for their next show, do we?”

And the curtain opens, revealing a sea of white.

[ TRANSLATION ]

chrysanthemum - lit. it’s a pretty flower ya’ll. slang wise it means anus.

xiao - lit. little. it’s a chinese diminutive, basically added to the name to make it sound cute. like little yun or little [y/n].

©️ hana.no.seiiki - yun | 2023

✧ Repeating/Responding to their voice-overs: SAHSR

° Sampo, Welt, Jing Yuan

so... you know how you have a few characters on your team for a while... and you start memorizing their dialog subconsciously? Maybe you repeat it out loud at the same time they do, and they hear it on the other side. I don't know why I was thinking of this, but it had me thinking 'why not dip my toes in a self-aware AU?' So here we are once again in a wildly different flavor of post than usual.

TW: Self-aware star rail AU, also I wrote this super late

The cast had settled into living with your lingering presence over time. They couldn't see you, only hear, which was off-putting at first. An assumed Aeon that contacted them and influenced their movements individually- yet never revealed themselves? Even more curious, you had a tendency to prattle on about current happenings and sometimes speak to them each in an indirect manner. Like... copying their words?

✧ Sampo

"The customer is king! And for me to betray the king, well, you gotta make it worth my while."

That was his line- and to hear it out of anyone else's mouth with scarily good cadence was enough to smack him from his friend-to-all persona.

It was a shock to the system hearing it from you. He knew you were an 'odd' Aeon, but playing copycat was childish! How you wound him! It took the second go around for him to hear the giggle in your voice as you parroted his lines back. You weren't mocking him, you were playing along!

Once he did recover, however, he felt a deep sense of pride in his rotten little heart. Less in a cute way and more of a 'the aeon likes me better than the rest of you' kind of way. Really, he will not shut up about how your favorability makes him the golden one among the rest of the team.

And yes, he even attempts to find ways to profit of it. Idly pretending to speak to himself about business deals and such, trying to bait your sweet voice into rambling some very valuable insider info... you had a tendency to call things before they happened, after all.

After repeating his lines, you swear you've been hearing very unique ones that aren't even listed in his character info when you're using Sampo to walk around. He'll comment on the stars and business- it must be some kind of special event. Sampo knows he mustn't break the unspoken rules and communicate too explicitly. But hey, its just you and him. A tree falls in the woods and no ones around to hear it situation. He can't keep you engaged with the same lines forever- so let's introduce some new ones.

✧ Welt

"Calm your body and mind."

Immediately followed by "'Calm your body and mind'- I'm trying, Welt!"

Welt was honestly shocked. You went as far to address him by his first rather than Mr. Yang. Yes, you had a tendency to be unfiltered. Especially toward those you didn't like, liked a bit too much, or when a long fought battle was lost by the skin of your teeth. He never heard someone as devastated as you than the time he was the last man standing, one move away from defeating the enemy- only to fall to some lasting burn or bleed effect.

He was glad the volume of your voice was the same as his inner monolog. Or else you would have given him a migraine with your muffled scream of agony.

This appeared to be a similar time. Welt was trusting in you. You'd conquered many a time before using him as your vehicle for strategy. But this enemy was in a league just one step ahead.

It was reflex to say so before attacking. He hadn't meant to direct his words at you. And you copying his voice in such an exaggerated manner was a clear marker that your patience was running very, very thin. It was juvenile of you, yes, but Welt wasn't one for pointing blame nor scolding when it would do no good. Any other time you actually quieted down to hear him speak. (His voice being more even than the others required you to strain your ears to listen.)

Once the battle had ended, he awaited your cheering and singing praises to him, a tiny spark in his chest and smile on his lips. Like clockwork after a rough fight.

When silence met his mind upon leaving battle, he spoke louder than usual. But with a comforting lilt to his otherwise standard line.

"Stay calm."

Maybe you won't notice he should only say that upon entering a fight. Maybe you will. All that matters to Welt is that you're okay, and not stressing over him.

✧ Jing Yuan

"Conflict- is pitiless!"

There's a smile on his face when he hears it. And he fortifies his hand around the grip of his blade; striking forward with a renewed might. Fighting the same beasts repeatedly got dry, you know. Especially when you were grinding for his materials. He was still working on piecing together what that meant after hearing you talk about it once before. Specifically you complaining about how few enemies were left after he made quick work of them. He always liked that, though.

A little praise never hurt. Despite his status as a general owing him many flowers, varying from genuine to flattery, only kind words from you had their desired effect.

You're adorable when copying him, really. Your voice is nowhere near as resonant as his own. But that's the charm.

It's the auditory equivalent of you wearing his clothes. He imagines they'd be much too large. Swallowing your figure up. But you'd make it work in your own way.

But maybe that's just him craving to see you so much. Can you blame him for letting his imagination roam?

Really, out of anyone, he enjoyed the sound of your voice bouncing round his pretty head most. Especially when you'd take after him. His lips curl to a satisfied grin. A mirror of the cat that ate the canary. He has the mind to crank up his voice more. To the point he's cutting off his allies. Dead air is replaced with his voice.

"Hear this thunder!"

"There's no time to lose."

"I command it."

Anything to make you parrot those words back to him. And it sounds like it's working.

Joseph definitely dressed as Santa every year for Jotaro when he was growing up

I like the idea of walking into a game/tv series years after its peak and it's a ghost town, but all the cast of characters are still there in desolation. Waiting for someone to stroll by and hopefully get interested again. So when they see you, they just cling to you in hopes you'll stay and try to offer all they can out of pure desperation before you lose interest.

YANDERE HEADCANONS — yoshikage kira

yandere headcanons with morioh’s elusive killer ft. yoshikage kira

themes: minors dni 18+, yandere tw, implied death, hands are mentioned a lot, gender neutral reader, kidnapping, spoilers for diamond is unbreakable, delusions

eve’s notes: truth be told, i’m not very happy with this but i tried lol

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✧ General Yandere!SDC Polnareff HCs

Polnareff, my beloved Frenchman 💗 I can't get enough of the lovesick man, so here's my contribution.

TW: Somnophilia, coercion, manipulation, dub con, delusional thinking, implied gaslighting, kidnapping, brief mentions of violence (not against reader)

⚔ Polnareff is a true romantic.

He said it himself, he wants a girl who'll love him with all their heart! And he's happy to go the extra mile for you to say those 3 magic words,

"I love you!"

⚔ This dedication to pure romance grants him semi-lucidity.

He knows the motions of love. He must court you, make an effort to know your character, and show you his vulnerable being as is.

However, his awareness blocks out any sound reasoning when his fondness for you turns all consuming.

He is an exception to your rules and boundaries. All because he knows you best, and he'd do anything for you.

Everything he does that's questionable has a free pass backing it.

He is the exception after all. He can do no wrong when fighting in your name. The name of love.

"Chéri(e), you have to think about it my way. Those sad excuses for 'friends' were just using you! Why else would they tell you to stay away from me?"

⚔ At first, it may not sound flattering that you caught his eye- he is very forward and flirty to those he's attracted to, and that's very many people- but you were different! Something told him to not let you walk away.

Before you knew it, Polnareff had managed to introduce himself and strike up a fluid conversation.

⚔ It's hard for you to notice his violent behavior at first. Not because he's extra careful or anything. He actually thinks you'll praise him for beating someone into submission for you.

He's fairly normal when you're alone or around non-threats. Such as the crusaders, family members, and even friends of yours he's sure won't cross him.

But around potential competition and active threats, he becomes a different person.

Long gone is the extroverted Polnareff. To him there's nothing funny about possibly losing you. He really hates to scare you when the flip switches and he's killed whoever came onto you. It's just a necessary evil.

⚔ Clingy, Clingy, Clingy. Polnareff hates being away from you in any way shape or form. If he can't at least see you then he'll begin to stress.

He needs anything at all to soothe the cold feeling he gets when you leave him.

This led to you giving him a piece of jewelry you never wore often enough to keep. He never takes it off. The metal is even worn from where his hands have rubbed against it so often.

This won't last him, though. He'll need you completely for himself before the uncertainty of knowing where you are and why you aren't with him drive him mad.

Once he does take you for himself, he can't deny himself all the cuddles and kisses he can give you. On your first day of being kidnapped (he likes to call it relocating you) your neck and shoulders were marked with fierce lovebites as he sat you in his lap against his broad chest.

⚔ Now that his full character has come to light, you obviously can't look at him the same.

Even if you were ready to enter a relationship with him, he ruined it. It hurts how someone you thought really cared for you would do something like this. Keeping you in his home and acting like nothing happened whenever you give him the cold shoulder.

⚔ Your defiance in whatever form it takes won't affect him for the most part. It's nothing he can't make a joke of or dismiss as part of the process as long as you're not putting yourself at risk. Like running off or trying to fight him

He won't dare lay a finger on you. The most he could do is leave a bruise by holding your arms down or pinning you if you tried taking him head on. He'll feel a great deal of shame and guilt if he ever does leave a bruise.

Expect a day of pampering and Pol kissing it better.

"Ah, did our little play fight get too heated? Here, what do you need? Other than me, of course, hehe~"

⚔ He's not like most yanderes when it comes to freedom and interaction.

He actually doesn't mind you going out as long as he's by your side. Talk to any of his friends when they're around, if you'd like (but not too much, don't make me jealous) ! Seeing you lonely and curled up against corners of the house far from him pain him more than you could know. Why would he do that if he knows he can handle you?

His arrogance factors into this. You may have a chance of escape by taking advantage of that.

⚔ Speaking of escape, it's even more frustrating to hatch a plan when it comes to Pol.

It sounds so easy at first. He let's you out and about, he never ties you down or threatens you, there's so much leniency.

Being so close to Polnareff blows up in your face because no one believes that the man you seemed your happiest with is capable of that. Everyone has seen you both before he claimed you. Always laughing and out with one another exploring the town. Even after being kidnapped, you still go out. Never do you have an injury that couldn't be chalked up to clumsiness.

It's like you've gone mad- why won't anyone listen?

⚔ In the end, he just wants to feel loved by you. Even if you lie to his face. It's more desirable than you blocking him out completely.

To be held, kissed, and treasured by you is all that matters to him. And he'll let you know when he's on his knees clutching your shoulders. Through a river of tears, he'll beg you to at least tell him you love him.

NSFW

⚔ Pol's a switch. He'd love it if you ever decided to top him! He knows you're still adjusting to living with him and being his lover, so he'll praise you all along the way and ease you into taking him if you ever let him know. But before then he'll have to expell the swirling butterflies in his stomach so he can guide you without giggling from sheer excitement.

His large hands will find your own and squeeze at everything you do right. And you'll earn deep moans for everything done well.

He's very vocal. When it comes to you even more so. Having you with him like that, even you touching him through his clothes would have his voice wobbling.

"R-right there- Non, non, non, don't pull away, darling, I'm close- You're doing so good for me~"

⚔ If you're not ready for that, that's okay with him. He'll still very much enjoy filling you himself and have you panting in a sweaty heap beneath him while he rocks in and out of your heat at a loving, languid pace.

It's so cute to him how you begin tense, your hands on his shoulders and your thighs squeezed shut, then melt little by little. All your resistance collapses from every advance, and it leaves you a breathless flustered mess.

⚔ He's still delusional when it comes to sex. Just more careful.

He'd hate to hurt you, he doesn't think of himself as some kind of creep who'd bend you over and have his way without a care.

He still believes he's wooing you. When really he's coercing you.

I mean, it's just a few glasses of wine shared between him and his lover. It's not like he's drugging your or getting you blackout, you just loosen up when you have a few drinks, is all. And it's easier for you both when you do.

Is one thing he tells himself to justify what he's doing.

⚔ If you pick up on this and refuse a single drop, he will shift to guilt-tripping and pressuring you.

"I know how you feel, mon amour. But you shouldn't leave me in the dark like this. I can help."

"Heyhey, no hitting! I won't hurt you, and I'll be very gentle~ so don't move away."

"Do you really love me?"

⚔ On top of that, he frequently touches you as you sleep.

To him you're already in a relationship. And it's not even like you'll feel his heavy cock against your backside or when you wake up. So it doesn't really count as unwanted to him.

He mostly ruts against you through your clothes at a desperate pace. Or gives you open mouth kisses until your body instinctively suckles his tongue.

If you ever wake up during it, he'll try cooing to you until you fall back to sleep, or even try and pretend you're still asleep so he can finish before comforting you.

⚔ Polnareff usually prefers slower paces, it's more passionate to him. And easier to edge you.

Right when he can feel your insides flutter and nails dig into his skin, he'll pull out. Again, and again, and again will he do this. Until him slipping inside you with ease and dragging all the way out at a snails pace breaks you. Just you wailing his name and pleading would be enough for him to finally let you finish.

"Ah, ah, ah, whats the magic word?"

⚔ His fun personality will follow into the bedroom. He's not afraid of cracking a joke now and again or straight up laughing.

⚔ Pol loves you very much and would honestly do anything you asked of him.

He is dedicated to satisfying you, even if you don't appreciate him yet.

Happy valentines! ♡

I might write some jojo headcanons for this year but I'm feeling lazy, so I'm not sure yet lol

A follow up (yet again) to the Tenma fanfic maybe? One where, you know the reader is fully blown up recover as much mentally than physically and basically break down Tenma desillusions? How would Tenma react, I've been wondering? If you don't want to writte up yet another follow up then I understand, and sorry for bothering you (´・ω・`)

✧ Yandere!Kenzo x Reader

Oooh, thank you for the request, anon! I really like the idea of a soft yandere being confronted. I think the most tension can be had because they'll actually give you room to speak and possibly gain some clarity.

And you shouldn't apologize, you're no bother at all 💗 Tenma in this makes me think of this tweet LMAO (also, if any mistakes are noticed, please tell me. I had to edit this on mobile and I might have more errors than usual)

TW: Kidnapping, stalking, you're really mean to Tenma 💔 (but for good reason)

Kenzo was following you.

You weren’t naive enough to believe it was pure coincidence. But you were optimistic enough to hope he was just finding excuses to check on you after your discharge.

He always fret over you when you were in his care. At least from what you could remember.

It was miserable being so out of tune with your memory from how drugged up you were. The only thing that could effortlessly clear the fog shrouding your brain was the sunny company of Dr. Kenzo.

If you needed the help, you’d be elated. But you obviously didn’t.

It was just becoming creepy how insistent the man had become on finding you and trapping you in conversation.

“How is your head feeling, [name]?

“Oh, do you remember that one time when we spoke in the hospital-?”

“I hope you haven’t been pushing yourself too much!”

“I actually got something for you. Please, accept it as a memory of our time together.”

Every time he held you up, it felt like he expected you to know a shared secret about your time under his care.

The way his eyes darted around your face looking for any shift in your expression gave it away.

You never figured out what that secret was.

Some weeks had passed after he wedged himself into your daily life. Now, he wasn’t just finding you in grocery stores anymore. He was dangerously close in your neighborhood when you’d leave for the mornings. He was a fleeting figure from the corner of your eye at appointments. He was the pair of eyes staring through you when you took walks around the city.

It was scary how he was occupying every corner of your life. One by one each of your save havens became corrupted by his eventual presence.

The only place left sacred was your home. But was it really? It felt as if you were being backed further and further into a corner. Your last hope for protection could possibly be the very cage he’d trap you in for good to keep you as his own.

Your paranoia proved helpful.

Kenzo was knocking at your door. A smile could be seen upon his face through the slits of your curtains. And if you blinked you would have missed it. Behind him was a winding trail of aimless footprints around your yard. Was he casing your house?

Your lip twitched in disgust.

For a moment, you just stood there.

You can’t call the cops on a stalker with no solid proof, nothing would be done. He didn’t appear to be concealing anything.

Ironic how you were cowering behind your door from the same man who saved your life.

In a split decision, you cracked open your door to your eye and nothing more.

Already Kenzo was glowing at the sound of your locks clicking open. Even more so when he got to see a peak of you.

You must still be shy after all your talks. How cute.

“I was worried you weren’t going to answer!” He chuckled, “I saw your car was parked so I decided to check in with you at home.” Expectantly, he stared at the what little glared back at him.

“Tenma, please… I need you to leave. Now.” Your hand tightened around the knob.

His smile faltered.

“[Name], is everything okay? I can go, but I-” He started until you interjected.

“I know you’ve been stalking me.”

A loud silence followed your claim.

Stalking? Is this delusion what’s making you so skittish?

Already you could sense he was ready to defend himself.

“Tenma. Listen to me.”

His lips pressed to a firm line. All the words waiting to spill stilled in his throat at your order. As he relaxed his body, he looked you straight in the eyes.

“This… this isn’t healthy.”

You came to a slow start. You’d never truly loathed someone as much as the person standing in front of you. So it was natural you were revving to tell him off.

He poorly masked the tension in his shoulders. So badly he wanted to stop you and explain everything away. But he knew he could make you understand once you allowed him his turn. Tenma knew you were just a little confused over a few things. He’s seen it in his patients many times before.

It’s his experience that made it easier to handle you.

“Think about it, critically think. You’re a doctor, you’re more than aware that everything you’ve been doing is fucked.”

You couldn’t help the sharpness of your tongue. It was like another person was speaking for you. After months of this behavior, you could finally pry open his eyes he so willingly squeezed shut. Even if it would sting when you’d inevitably replay the moment in your head.

“I wanted to start over and try being friends, but you insist on acting as my lover. So, listen. Because the next time I repeat this will be over the phone with the police.”

You jabbed your index into the cleft of his chest. The peak of your nail punctuated your wrath. Little by little the door opened wider.

“I am not your girlfriend and I don’t love you in any stretch of the word.”

Surely you didn’t mean that.

“You did your job and I’m grateful for it. But I owe you nothing, doctor.”

This has happened to him before, it’s normal to say the worst things you can when you’re blind with anger.

“And if you really do ‘care’ for me as much as you say, then you’ll get out of my life and never make a nuisance of yourself again.”

Your hand faltered back to your side as you glared searing holes through his skull. The grip you had on the door was white-knuckled and chipping the old paint.

If you weren’t enraged you would’ve felt terrible.

His eyes had widened, glossy developing tears sat heavy on the verge of overflowing. Every defense that he could possibly start with died on the tongue that sat in his agape mouth. The same hands that had been trained to keep steady were trembling at his legs.

It felt like you’d stabbed him. Mercilessly gutted him over and over until he was choked up on his own blood.

He loved you so deeply. Why couldn’t you see that? He’ll prove it. He won’t let you push him away when you surely need him the most.

“Tenma.”

Briefly, his expression perked.

“Get the fuck off my porch.”

The door slammed hard enough to rattle its hinges and blow the hair out of his tear-stained lashes.

A hollowness settled in his body when you shut him out completely.

He weakly began to reach for the handle to try it. To pour out his heart and convince you not to leave him alone.

“Darling... ? Please- please don’t do this.”

His voice was low and desperate.

He knew it wouldn’t draw you back out, but it was all he could express from how weak he felt.

His hand fell limp to his side.

Space, you just wanted space is all.

You couldn’t hate him. God, please don’t hate him.

His mind ran silent as he turned to leave.

He needed a drink.

It was a pleasant surprise that your stern warning had been so effective. No gifts had taken up space at your work or home. Your relationships were all going steady. Not even a glimpse of Tenma could be reported at local markets or restaurants. Things had gotten so good you were bold enough to drive past Eisler Hospital without even thinking of him.

In a morbid way, you were grateful for Tenma’s intrusions. Once you’d gotten him out of your life it made living it so much sweeter.

You could have always come to this newfound appreciation of your life in a better way. It was just the best you could take from a bad situation.

After a night out with a few friends you headed home early.

The drinks and banter were fun, but you had work in the morning. You could already hear your colleagues chiding you for showing up exhausted.

You’d long bid your goodbyes and waved off your friends’ boos and hollers for you to ‘have one more drink!’.

It still made you smile replaying it in your mind while you changed. Maybe another night you’d take them up on it.

Just as you finished, you peeped out of your bedroom window.

The moon had such a beautiful gleam against the misty blades of grass in your yard. It broke your heart to mow over and crush some of the flowers that sprung high above the blades. They broke up the monotony of green and always attracted friendly bees.

Now that you thought about it, you hadn’t cut your yard at all this week. It was too rainy.

You leaned in closer to see what had smooshed some of the flowers.

Surrounding the torn petals was a dark indent.

Footprints.

Your blood ran cold.

You slowly backed from the window. But the realization was all too late.

A hand slapped around your mouth. You felt your heart beating wildly as you were pulled into the hold of the stranger and dragged out of your bedroom.

You screamed through their palm and tried your damndest to land a kick or elbow on them.

They only continued hurriedly backing out of the room and folding your body to easier sit in their arms.

“[Name]! I- I know how this seems, but I’m doing this to protect you! Please, you have to stop fighting me so I can keep you safe!”

They pleaded all while manhandling you closer and closer to the back door.

Wait. You knew that voice.

“Tenma?!”

Your shout was muffled from his palm.

“That’s right, it’s me, you can trust me.”

You could hear the sanguine dripping from his voice. After everything he was still elated that you could recognize him.

 For just a second your body stilled at the revelation. And that was more than enough time for him to move you completely outside.

Your final efforts of escape only managed to loosen his grip on you. By then you were already thrown into the backseat.

He had your wrists gripped tight in an instant while he held you down with his body.

“I have a lot to explain to you. But for now, you’ll have to keep quiet, okay? I won’t hurt you. And I won’t let anyone hurt you, darling."

He cooed, his thumb rubbing nauseating circles into your stinging wrist.

What had he just dragged you into?

ur tenma fic was SOOOO GOOD i need a continuation plz maybe when the reader wakes up to tenma trying to kiss the reader ?? or tenma accidentally falling asleep beside the reader ??

✧ Yandere!Kenzo x Reader

I’m so excited- first request! Thank you very much anon 💜 I hope you don’t mind me going with the kissing route, also sorry about the lack of dialogue from reader, I felt like it’d be weird since they just got out of a coma. Enjoy!

TW: Nonconsensual kissing, somnophilia, delusional thinking

Your eyes, they were beyond hypnotic. Beautiful streams of color poured into the centered deepness of your iris’. Now that Tenma thought about it, he hadn’t seen you with your eyes open aside from photos in your records. You were so ethereal as you were, he could only ever imagine an artist capturing you as such. Photos never could do the same justice as paintings, could they?

If only you didn’t look so worried. He would’ve been over the moon that you’d woken up to him and not to anyone else.

Tonight was supposed to be like every other. Return to your room during his break, have some alone time to rehash his day, and read to you.

It just so happened you were needier this week. He’d been busy with the influx of patients in the ward; it was only natural that you’d get upset over being left alone for days at a time when he usually showered you in attention any minute he got. He would never make you shoulder the blame. He too felt the yearning for your breath against his neck during the times he'd rest with you against his chest.

Tenma finally got the chance to make up for all the lost time tonight. —And he may have gotten carried away in kissing you with the intensity of a week's worth of his passion that was bubbling inside him. Your warm cheeks were cupped firm with either of his hands. Completely still, you laid beside him as he gently bit at your lip and desperately peppered kisses from your cheek to your neck. Your face glimmered from the moonlight highlighting particular spots his tongue graced.

Tenma only pulled away to catch his breath. If he hadn’t, he would have never frozen in place at the sight of you, wide-eyed and just a few centimeters away from his face.

For a moment in time, you both paused to just stare at each other in total silence.

Only when the bed groaned from you shifting side to side did Tenma back away to give you space. You sat propped on your shoulders with a strange stinging feeling to your lower lip. Your face felt like it was on fire. And your head- god your head felt like it was swimming with water. The whole time you adjusted your eyes were trained on him.

For once, he was wordless. He greeted everyone recovering under his care if they woke to him. It’s just… this was so much different. This was like he’d broken the spell cast upon his sleeping beauty.

“Are you okay, [Name]? I’m very sorry if I startled you.” He offered a kind smile to calm you down.

You nodded in a vague way that was obvious you weren’t all there quite yet. Your eyes ran down his frame, then took in the surrounding room of blurry white walls and unfocused outlines of beeping equipment. Hospital. You were probably in a hospital. And judging by that coat, this giddy man was your doctor. Looking back at Tenma made you feel strange. He looked concerned. But less for himself and more for you with eyes that pleaded for you to say something. Wasn’t it wrong for this to be happening? Did he not have his mouth on yours earlier?

A force pulling you in flush by the neck against Tenma interrupted your thoughts. The hand moved from your neck to carefully pet your head. Whatever was feeding into your veins through the IV was making you melt at the contact. Suddenly you didn’t have any more questions. All you wanted was for Tenma to keep going.

His smile returned.

“See, you’re okay, darling. Everything’s gonna be okay.” A small squeak huffed out of you at the sudden embrace from your doctor. From how close he held you, you could see a twinkling in the corner of his eyes. The twinkle piling enough to stream down his face in modest, happy tears.

“We’re going to be so happy together. And-” He couldn’t hold back the breathy laughs of pure joy, “when you fully recover, we can get to know each other so much better, [Name]!”

You did nothing but bob your head along with his proclamations of love accompanied by his gentle petting hands. You tucked your chin into his shoulder, drifting in and out of bleary vision, unaware of just what you were agreeing to.

✧ Yandere Dr. Kenzo Tenma x Reader

I'm just bouncing between fandoms like a mf, aren't I? Kenzo's just such a lovely guy. I can't imagine him doing something rough, but rather softly refusing boundaries out of his own delusions. Basically Kenzo is overly attached to his patient and manages to convince himself you love him back despite you being under for the elapsed time spent between you both-

TW: Somnophilia, nonconsensual kissing, abuse of power, delusional thoughts

You wouldn’t mind a small kiss, would you? 

He wouldn’t violate you. Well, it wasn’t his intention to. He just wanted you to feel special in the same fuzzy way you made him. 

It was so hard to tell this time. Tenma was always good with picking up how you wanted his touch by the twitch of your fingers; he’d made it a priority to lie in bed with you at the shift of your hips to one side of the bed. You were a big cuddle bug from what he’d gathered. He wondered how much you’d want the feeling of his body against yours once you woke up…

A tinge of pink dusted his cheeks remembering how you’d almost got the both of you caught one night. 

After a long procedure, he only wanted to hold you to recuperate his energy for the next round of patients. During it, he’d gotten so caught up in plying your soft sides and dipping his lips between your neck and shoulder that he almost didn’t catch the sound of footsteps approaching your room. If he wasn’t so respected he likely wouldn’t go unscathed from the incident. 

He shook his head. Now wasn’t the time to be reliving the past when he was blessed with you in the present.

Your sleeping figure kneaded its brows into a look of tension. Again, your lips parted with the turn of your head into the feathered pillow beneath you. The one he bought not too long ago when he noticed you’d been tossing and turning at night.

Tenma swallowed thickly at the sight. That little suggestion that you wanted his love deeper. He wasn’t sure if he should go through with it.

Sure, he’s given you goodnight and good morning kisses on the cheek before. And he’s held you by the waist, and once on a very bad night kneaded your chest in his palms when he was drunk and horny. Of course, he apologized the next day— but besides that accident, never had he gone further.

No one else could care for you as he did. It wasn’t self importance, but a fact. He couldn’t trust his coworkers alone with such sleeping beauty. When you came in for your head injury family had only checked in once or twice before leaving you by your lonesome. It was such a sad sight looking at your nightstand void of any ‘get well soon’ balloons or surprise treats for when you awoke. Such a lonely sight that he promised the both of you he’d fix.

Yeah, who else could give you this kiss but him? Surely no significant other. Just Tenma. 

Only Tenma.

“I shouldn’t make you wait, darling.” He crooned with a warm smile. His dark eyes flicked to the locked door, then back to you. He lifted from his chair with a slight tremble to his legs before leaning to your bedside above you. 

The bed groaned under the weight of his full body placing either of his hands beside your head. 

You looked pretty like this. So so pretty. He could feel the blood rushing to his ears and nose at the eventual site of you awake and wanting in his bed. Tenma leaned in low enough to feel your breath on his lips. 

A shiver ran down his spine.

“Everything I do is for you, [name].” 

His lips met with yours, and it was heaven. No wonder you wanted this so badly. He couldn’t bring himself to pull away even when he puffed hot fans of air against you because he refused to break contact. And the soft pad of your tongue against his own fleshy muscle was enough to reduce him to whimpering into your mouth with great desperation.

He wanted you more, wanted to feel you deeper, wanted to kiss you into a mindless stupor. 

But even with the tent in his pants and the burning thoughts in his mind, he knew too much time had passed. A nurse would come knocking soon to interrupt your intimacy.

But that’s okay. 

He gave one last kiss to your cheek before sliding off and adjusting himself back to the doctor Eisler needed. He stepped to the door, looking back to wave at you with a smile. And like every other time, he continued out the door.

After all, he’ll come back to visit you. And there was so much more he knew you wanted to do with him on his return.

I shall reread this in my spare time

Tied To Fate

Yandere! Part 3! Joseph Joestar with Soulmate! Female! Darling

(OLD WRITING) (PART 1)

A/N: Reader is 40 years old in this. Joseph is his actual age in Stardust Crusaders, 69. Your Soulmate mark looks like vines and brambles and is located on your upper arm, same with Joseph. Joseph is single in this because...soulmate-

Possible Trigger Warnings: Yandere behavior, Clingy behavior, Possessive behavior, Manipulation, Age gap.

Joseph is a huge ladies man, he practically makes everyone's heart throb, even now. Yet, Joseph had to turn down so many offers, as every woman he tried to date wouldn't make the mark on his arm act up.

Joseph sat in front of the mirror in his large home, shirt off and tracing the mark on his arm. His aged body was toned and was bulky ever since he was young, the mark planted firmly on his upper arm.

The vine like mark reminded him of his stand, Hermit Purple. It sat wrapped around his upper arm by his shoulder. Joseph sighed, wondering the day he would find his soulmate. It was one of his many dreams to meet the one who would stay with him.

Sure, Joseph married SuziQ and had Holly, it's just it never worked out. He didn't have that spark in his mark, so she wasn't the one. Joseph loathed other couples on the street, wanting that kind of contact. He wanted those intimate moments with the one who was supposed to be his soulmate.

Joseph then found you. He bumped into you one faithful day in America, feeling his heart palpitate when he saw your smaller figure. (E/C) eyes stared up at him with curiosity, his large build dwarfing yours. Your (H/C) hair shined in the sun, giving you a heavenly glow. Then he felt it, that feeling.

His arm acted up, it started to itch. The feeling wasn't annoying, almost pleasurable when he looked at you. He noticed you reach your hand to your upper arm, a flushed look on your face as you realized what this meant. You looked so much younger than him.

"You're...You're supposed to be him, I think...." You mutter, noticing Joseph gave you a smile of kindness.

"How about we talk about it? It isn't as weird as you might think."

So you two sat and talked at a cafe, getting to know each other and form a connection. No wonder Joseph couldn't feel that buzz from his soulmate mark. You were so much younger than him.... 40 from what you told him.

The whole time the two of you talked and joked, Joseph couldn't help but fall in love all over again. You were right here, his soulmate, so close to him. Your smile and laugh edged his joking humor on as he chatted with you. He showed you his prosthetic hand and told you how he lost it, laughing slightly at you bewildered expression.

"Is that story really true, Joseph? You lost it while fighting the 'Ultimate Life Form' from long ago? The one I've read in books?"

"Of course it is! I'm Joseph Joestar, the real deal!"

You two made sure to exchange phone numbers, making note to call each other and visit more often. Before you two departed, Joseph engulfed you in a tight hug. You hugged back, feeling his muscled arms squeeze a bit tighter.

"I'm so happy to finally meet you..." Joseph mumbles, you smiling at him and nodding.

"I agree, I've been looking for who had the same mark. I just wasn't expecting him twice my age." You laugh and Joseph laughed too, kissing your cheek softly leaving you flushed.

"Hey, Older men have experience, right?" Joseph jokes.

•○●☆●○•

You felt as though he was taking things too fast. Showering you with gifts and constantly asking to be around you. You guys were soulmates, yes, but that still meant you could take things slow. He already wanted to get married while you wanted to go from friendship, to relationship, and then marriage.

"Hey, Dear, I was wondering if you wanted to go somewhere to relax awhile, just you and me?"

"I didn't really appreciate it when you didn't answer my text and calls right away, Were you really that busy?"

"I was wondering what type of jewel you like? Are you allergic to any metals?"

It wasn't like you could brush him off or refuse to talk to him ever, either. Fate would always find a way to twist you right back into Joseph's grasp. It scared you, your soulmate was a psychopath, a stalker, way too devoted for you to breathe.

"You were going shopping without your man? That makes me quite upset, sweetheart."

"You never pick up anymore, So I decided to come see what's up."

"What do you mean 'Fate is cruel'? It blessed me with you, Dear~"

You lost it when you saw him do something horrifying. You caught him red handed suffocating a guy that had flirted with you one time. His gaze was cold, deadly, like a predator. His body language was stiff, strained and stressed, the man he was suffocating soon falling to the ground. You couldn't tell if he was passed out or dead.

With a scoff, Joseph turned around just in time to see you dart off down the street.

"(Y/N)?" Joseph calls but you just keep running. You needed a phone, your so called soulmate was a psychopath. Joseph was a violent psychopath who didn't hesitate to kill. Pulling out your cellphone, you start to dial 911 before you froze. Something crawled up your leg like a plant, going up your hand and onto your phone. Your phone short circuited, as you felt a chest against your back. Why couldn't you move? You desperately looked at your arm, a purple aura coursing in tendrils around it.

Was that your imagination?

"(Y/N), you weren't meant to see that, Baby. I'm sorry, Your soulmate should be perfect for you. I'll make it up to you!" Joseph coos, turning you around and kissing you softly. You wanted to flee, yet you still couldn't move. You felt paralyzed not only by fear but by an unseen force.

"Leave me alone, Joseph.... I just want you to leave me be...." You plea but Joseph makes a small frown, kissing your forehead.

"Darling, we're tied by fate. It's your destiny to be with me, just give it a chance. Give us a chance, dear."

✧ Kira Rambles

I want to write something longer for this but I don't have the time- so here are some ramblings for general ideas because I desperately need this on my blog 🙏 Basically short rambles for Kira being a workplace bully.

TW: Workplace harassment, implied verbal abuse, manipulation

I like the idea of Kira being a bit of a workplace bully.

Maybe he experiences a sort of transition gap between deleting a girlfriend who's long past their expiration date. He's agitated and knows he'll need a new one immediately.

And because of this agitation, he goes through these spells of anger every few weeks where he'll chastise you endlessly. Usually he stops within the next few days, so you're hesitant to report him to HR. He's a good worker and you'd hate to take his job from him over occasional bad behavior when he usually doesn't give you a second glance.

On worse weeks, however, when he can't find the right pair of hands, he's much more aggressive.

You'll often be cornered in the breakroom by Kira while he puts your very existence into question for making a typo in your documents. And it's not like you can leave- he ordered you to get drink for him anyways for the sole purpose of trapping you.

The worst is when he'll lean over you pretending to review your work ethic to cover the hand that's yanking your hair while he whispers just a fraction of the amount of vitriol and hate he has for you. Hate that seemingly comes from nowhere. You can't even be sure that you're safe at your damn desk.

Yet you feel the heavy influence of guilt telling you to forgive him when he returns to work with a smile on his face and a small peace offering in his hand.

"I apologize for my behavior, I just haven't been in the greatest mood. You understand, right?"

After his lackluster non-apology, he drops off a St. Gentlmen's sandwich on your desk and goes about his day.

What would your coworkers think if you brushed off something as nice as that? Everyone knows if you want one you'll have to show up bright and early, not to mention have the pocket money to afford one.

You'd wish they pay closer attention to his actions, if they did they likely wouldn't be teasing that, "Quiet Kira has a crush on [name]!"

Until next week, you'll try to enjoy the treats.

✧ Halloween HCs with Yoshikage Kira

Gotta love Yoshikage. Should I do a longer series for this? Spending Halloween with characters from part 1 through 5? I'm afraid it'd become repetitive. If I were to do it it'd probably be better to condense each part into a list.

No TWs for this. Just some good old fashioned Halloween fun.

🖼 It's crystal clear that Kira wants to lead a normal, quiet life. And part of that life involves doing things he doesn't want to. Like dressing for holiday office parties, lest he stick out as the only one not celebrating.

🖼 He was still adjusting to being with you for reasons beyond blending in, but now you throw this vampire couple costume idea at him on your first holiday together? You must be testing his resolve.

🖼 He'll agree to something simple. Nothing flashy. Something that would only require a bit of makeup and modifications to his closet. Like a zombie business man or a Dracula in a dress suit.

And God, does he make a hot Dracula.

He's stiff when leaving to work in such a ridiculous get-up, but has a strange confident stride when strutting through the door at his return. He really loves the look but will die before admitting it.

🖼 Will use his costume as an excuse to playfully bite at your wrist and 'accidentally' drag his tongue across the pads of your fingers.

🖼 Doesn't decorate. If you want a decoration and manage to ware him down, then he'll settle for putting out a pumpkin. A plastic one.

"Scooping out the guts will create a mess and attract insects. Besides, the ceramic one I purchased has a cats silhouette."

🖼 You can and will get Killer Queen to wear something.

Kira can object to it, but to a certain degree Queen can think for themselves. And to be honest they're curious why you're handing them a witch hat and calling them a familiar. Didn't you already know them?

🖼 Kira is thoroughly embarrassed when Killer Queen actually likes it and starts purring against you.

🖼 Ever since meeting you his urges have been put at a frustrating stand-still, so as perfect of a time this would be for people to go missing without a trace, he doesn't feel the need to when he has your hands to stare at. He assumes your spiderweb manicure was for him.

🖼 Beyond that, he doesn't indulge in Halloween much. Going out and being among other people his age, most of which are hammered, doesn't sound like a good time. He'll keep things inside with you.

🖼 Will not put a candy bowl out.

To drive the point home that he's not handing out any treats, the lights will be going off for the rest of the day.

🖼 Okay, he'll admit he likes spooky themed foods. They're quaint but not too bold. Like cookies with moon patterns and black cats.

He doesn't even like sweets all too much but will gladly make some to share with you for the sake of it.

🖼 Kira is glad to watch a horror film with you. He thinks they serve more as dark comedies than anything. It's good to blow off steam by laughing at how ridiculous the portrayal of killers are in film.

"Just look [name], he's not even holding his blade correctly. If he keeps it at that angle, he'll surely sprain his wrist and make a mere shallow wound. What a novice."

🖼 The laughs are nice, but what he likes more is holding your hand throughout the movie. Gentle squeezes here and there to let you know he's there. Even though his constant caressing of your knuckles and palm are a solid enough reminder.

At some point he'll end up with your hands petting his face and hair.

🖼 When the day's over he'll keep you for the night. What he loves most about your hands is the person attached to them that gives them life. So why end the night there?

🖼 While the last few trick-or-treaters are finishing up, you'll be sleeping inside with Kira. He'll be lying against your chest with one hand of yours cradling his cheek.

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✧ Yandere Joseph Joestar [JJBA:SDC] Headcanons

This is so long lol. I think it's cause I don't see much yandere/dark content for this version of Joseph, so I wanted to fit in all I could. Anyways, your yandere headcanons, madame. I might have the full fic I've been working on for him ready soon.

TW: Yandere tendencies, kidnapping, non-con, manipulation, age gap

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☆ 100% takes control of you financially.

It's little things at first, (paying for your dinner, gradually to pitching in on your loans) until you're comfortable enough for him to make the move undetected.

☆ You'd likely forget you were kidnapped because of how peaceful he made the transition.

There'd be no hurting you, dragging you away, or brute force. It'd just be a quiet night where he invites you over and doesn't let you leave. Why would you want to anyways? All your stuff's in the bedroom! He made sure it was all accounted for, too!

There's no need to cry. Joseph will hold you tight until you stop fighting and give in.

☆ Big cuddler, loves touches and kisses a lot. Especially hello/goodbye kisses.

He won't get those cause, yknow, you've been kidnapped. But he still gives them to you.

Even if he has to sandwich your face between his hands so he can get a clear shot to your puffed lips.

"Aha! Gotcha on the lips that time!"

☆ He's raised a family that can function on their own, so I doubt he'd want to start another one with his darling.

He's looking forward to the domestic life of being your one and only. Even if that means cutting everyone else out of your life. It's worth it to see your morning face.

When you're peaceful and don't have that fear brewing in your eyes.

☆ Loves pet names.

Call him baby or hubby and he'll forget what he was mad about.

Personalized pet names? As cheesy as they are expect a million of those.

☆ If you're the more defiant type, Joseph won't completely take violence off the table.

A little punishment here and there will do you some good.

Like leaving you locked and alone in the bedroom for however long it takes you to beg him to come back, it's so dark in there, you haven't eaten.

"You need some time alone to realize how much you need me, sweetheart! This is gonna hurt me as much as it'll hurt you."

Or a more 'active' approach, like bending you over his knee and spanking you until you've apologized for what you've done a million times over and your ass is imprinted with his hand.

You start to think he's doing it for his own enjoyment when he actually starts removing his gloves beforehand.

☆ If you're passive and try to smile and nod your way through it, you'll instead have to deal with his constant touchiness and the libido that comes alongside it.

Joseph's no fool. Play him like one and he'll find a sneaky way to make your plans blow up in your face.

(We're talking about the same guy who dropped 3 vampire super-beings and a god using his wits and strength, good luck outsmarting him)

☆ Escape attempt?

He's not mad, just disappointed.

Wherever you are, he'll drag you back himself and double the locks. Maybe move houses if he sees fit.

Expect a long lecture about how much he cares for you followed up by a spanking so vicious his hand prints are bruised down to your thighs.

Whatever little freedoms you weren't even aware you had are taken away.

☆ Overall, Joseph takes very good care of his darling. Almost like you're a trophy.

He'll get carried away doing things for you that you're fully capable of doing yourself. You're not even permitted to leave the bed if he thinks he's harmed you too much or if you're sick.

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☆ Casually comes onto you when you're doing anything. Wanted or not.

You could be reading and he'll wrap his hand around tummy to grind you against his bulge, all while he kisses at your neck and cheek.

☆ Slaps/pinches your butt whenever it's in his view. It's routine at this point.

☆ He won't force himself onto you. Not immediately, at least.

When he loses his patience he'll service you to make it more enjoyable. But progressively get rougher and a lot less lenient with you when you tell him to stop or be more gentle.

☆ Likes having you in any position where he can see your face. Gets him off more to know he's making you whimper and moan while seated on his cock.

☆ Cums inside every time.

He likes the ways your walls flutter and clench around him while you try wriggle away when he's close. Makes him hold you close and ram into you harder.

☆ He likes to body worship you a lot. Kiss every part of you, compliment you, reassure you,

"You're doing such a good job, baby. Yeah, yeah- you look so pretty when you cum for me. You can do it again, can't you?"

Slight exhibitionist(?) Doesn't like having sex in the bedroom exclusively, thinks it's more fun to have you against countertops.

☆ He'll try anything once. If you have needs he'll fill them out.

☆ Doesn't do it often, but he likes to overstimulate you.

You look so cute with your chest heaving, your drooling tongue lolled out of your mouth to make room for more air.

He can't stop himself from eating you out until you go limp.

☆ Joseph loves aftercare. Maybe more than the sex itself.

Even if you try slapping him away or hiding he'll be there for you to help. You can't go anywhere when you're trapped in his arms, anyways.

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✧ Rambles For Kishibe (Chainsaw Man)

TW: Non-con, Slight stalking, Older man

Kishibe likes wide-eyed girls with their heads in the clouds to make himself feel alive.

Kishibe likes throwing them in harms way so after he slaughters the devil they won't let go of him.

Kishibe likes escorting them home because they're too rattled to notice he's memorizing their route home.

Kishibe likes sending them inside, and leaving them with a 'see you soon.'

He loves paying a visit when you've long gone to sleep.

He loves the look of surprise when you spot his shadow in your doorway.

He loves leaving your limbs free because no matter how much you fight, he'll overtake you.

He loves your sleepy face when he rips off your shorts and pounds you.

He loves swinging by the next night to see that pretty face go cold again.