Rambles For Kishibe (Chainsaw Man)

✧ 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.

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."

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?

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✧ 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.

✧ 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.