Ur Tenma Fic Was SOOOO GOOD I Need A Continuation Plz Maybe When The Reader Wakes Up To Tenma Trying

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.

Happy valentines! ♡

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

✧ 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

SFW headcanons

☆ 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.

NSFW headcanons

☆ 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.

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.

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“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.

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."

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