Joseph Definitely Dressed As Santa Every Year For Jotaro When He Was Growing Up

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

✧ 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.

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

Keep reading

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.

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].

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