#yandre if you squint

[esha-isboogara]

perv josuke

it’s been so long since i’ve added to this series and i’d like to sincerely apologize. i know i’m supposed to get my part five characters done but it’s been taking forevvvver :/ here’s this while y’all wait oh so patiently <3

ps. i spelled yandere wrong and only ONE person pointed it out ☹️you guys are so fake

♡he’s a pervert, and totally a yandere, the usual warnings

☆perv!josuke who has an unhealthy obsession with you. he writes in a special journal that he dedicated towards all his thoughts revolving around you

☆perv!josuke who has used his stand multiple times to see your nude body. he’s not weird he’s just curious. plus he always puts your clothes back so it’s not like it really matters.

☆perv!josuke who has wet dreams about you while he takes naps in class. almost every time he closes his eyes he envisions your pretty smile or the way your hips sway slightly when you walk. god you’re the hottest person he’s ever seen. his classmates don’t dare mention the fact he groans out your name while he rests for fear he’ll get angry and beat them to a pulp.

☆perv!josuke who has stolen your uniform from your locket on multiple occasions. it’s happened so many times you’ve had to move your locker TWICE now. josuke always figures out where it is and he will continue to take your things

☆perv!josuke who has tried to bribe rohan multiple times so he’ll draw a few pictures of your naked body. he gets rejected multiple times but that won’t stop him from trying.

☆perv!josuke who walks you home every day after school, scaring off the other boys with his menacing glares. plus he

☆perv!josuke who genuinely gets upset when you interact with other guys. he knows he’s not the only man in this town but he sure wishes he was. why are you talking to another boy at school y/n ? does he not matter to you anymore? are you trying to replace him ? king of gaslighting frl

☆perv!josuke who hates it when jotaro is around. josuke is well aware his nephew would never give into your advances but that won’t stop you from trying from time to time. it gets to the point where josuke asks him to stop coming around the house because “it makes his mother sad” despite it being quite the opposite. he feels you jotaro finds you slutty and wants nothing to do with you. although it made you sad he was glad the competition was eliminated.

☆perv!josuke who takes polaroids of you and covers your body with cut outs of sexy photos he found in a magazine okuyasu gave him. it brings a smile to his face every time he glances over at the pictures.

#i love corrupting this boy #it’s my hobby #no literally #i have soooo many drafts #i absolutely can’t stop #i just love josuke #my sweet boy #perv jojo #perv!josuke #josuke x reader #josuke higashikata x reader #jojo x reader #jojos bizzare adventure #josuke higashitaka smut #yandre!josuke #yandre if you squint #esh writes

[eyeless-cunt]

Can u give us some yandre eyeless jack headcannons? How would he go about breaking u down?

sorry I know I got this right after the hoodie and masky breaking you down ask but I am only getting to it now hehe 🌸👉👈

TW: yandere themes, unhealthy relationships, psychological abuse, manipulation, fake emotions, false accusations, slight pp warning

He doesn’t need to take away food or even isolate you. He knows exactly how to get you to eat right out of his hand without using barbaric methods. He wants nothing more than to take you away from everything, but he knows that if he takes you now then you’ll just be an unwilling prisoner.

If you have a boyfriend/gf he’ll plant evidence of them cheating—used underwear placed in their coat pocket that certainly is not yours. (he stole it from some other house somewhere else) He’ll put a bra in the back seat of their car, hidden from view but certainly findable now that he knows you’re going to be looking for even more evidence of cheating once you find the underwear.

If that doesn’t do it then he’ll go even farther—stealing their phone and texting sex bots that will seem like real people in the moment, maybe even reaching out to random people and texting them lewd shit, asking for pictures, being a general asshole. He’ll leave the phone open beside you, nudging you awake and then quickly making his leave, watching from somewhere else as you squint at the bright phone screen beside you.

Once you see the messages it’s certainly over. You kick them out of your shared space despite their protests, and block them on everything. Anytime they try to reach out to you is met with scorn and them being ignored—Jack loves watching the show before him.

Jack eventually finds your number and starts texting you. You ask who this is and he replies and the conversation continues despite you knowing you don’t know this person. But you’re lonely and upset, and you honestly don’t care right now—what’s even more is that they seem so sweet, you can’t help but enjoy talking to them.

Jack is patient, and he takes the slow and steady route. The calculated route, the manipulative route. He texts you for months, building a relationship and gaining your trust faster than he thought he would. Eventually you even want to meet up—since obviously Jack has become one of your dearest friends ever since the breakup that made you distance yourself from friends and family.

He says sure, but, that he wears a mask because he got into an accident a few years ago. (is a thousand years ago only a few?) He tells you that the mask creeps people out and so he’s just so nervous that it’ll weird you out. He says he wears gloves because it scarred his skin—are you really sure you want to be seen with him in public? You’ve sent him pictures of yourself before, so he tells you that you look like a normal person, and an attractive one at that, he’s sure people will stare if you’re seen with him.

You insist that something shallow like that won’t change your opinion on him—you know that he’s kind and more intelligent than you could ever hope to be, so a creepy mask won’t be enough to throw you off. And so you both set a date and time. You’re excited, he’s one of your only friends you’re still in contact with, and even then he’s the only one you text daily all day. You can’t wait to meet him and then hang out more after this. If anything, you kinda have a crush on him, although you’re positive he wouldn’t feel the same about you.

You’re a bit curious about his mask and just how freaky it is—hopefully nothing too bad, but even if it is you’ll be fine with it. You want to know more about him, and spend more time with him. You spot him immediately, as does he to you. You approach each other and immediately what comes out of your mouth is, “can I touch your mask? It looks cool.” You’re about to say nevermind because you realize that might be insensitive, but he laughs and tells you sure. His voice makes you shiver. It’s deep and throaty yet somehow really smooth. It makes you want nothing more than to hear him whisper in your ear. He notices you shiver and smirks—he knows he has you where he wants you.

The day progresses and you insist on taking him home. After all he said he lived two hours away and it’s ten at night! He has to sleep over, obviously. You made him drive all this way to see you, so it’s only natural that he stays longer. He doesn’t argue.

You can’t say that you’re not itching to see what’s under his mask, and you’re not being discreet about it either. Eventually he relents once you ask and says he’ll show you his hands. So of course, you’re so excited that you scooch closer to him on the couch, pressed against him. You notice this but your crush has only grown during the day, and you want nothing more than to grab him and never let go.

It feels odd, this emotion, because you never felt it with any of your exes. You must like him a lot more than you did anyone you were ever in a relationship with, and that’s actually exciting to you. You don’t want to stay as friends or anything even close to platonic, but you figure you’ll wait to see if he may feel the same.

You take his gloved hand in yours, quickly slipping off the glove only to pause. “Is your skin...grey? You have a lot of scars.” He nods, seemingly nervous. “Yes...all of my body looks the same.” You get a wicked idea, and even though you know this is wrong of you, you act on it anyways.

“Really? Let me see?” He lets you believe that you’re the one taking advantage of him, looking at him with lust when he’s obviously so shy about his scarred appearance. He acts more nervous. “Uh, are you sure? I think it’s gross.”

“No no, it’s not, I promise! Here, take off your shirt.” He acts reluctant, as if he really wants to please you, as if he’s being pressured. You know what you’re doing is wrong. He just wanted to hang out with someone that he considered his friend, yet here they are stripping him and thinking the lewdest thoughts imaginable. He slips off his sweatshirt, taking great care to make sure the mask stayed on. His arms are now visible, and are the same deep grey with bright white scars that litter them. You’re reaching to feel them, and take notice of how hard his muscle is, it’s practically concrete. You wonder if the rest of him is the same way.

He’s pleased that you seem so entranced with his body, and he takes notice of the way you press your thighs together, discreetly rubbing them against each other, just barely visible. He smiles at the sight from under his mask, happy that you’re ahead of schedule.

You move to grab the ends of his shirt, most certainly now impatient and almost entranced in lust or whatever this feeling was for your friend that sat beside you, seemingly innocent. He grabs your hands, “looking” away, his mask turned away from you. “Are you still sure? I know you’re curious but you seeing more of me makes me nervous...”

You feel bad, knowing that your motives were much less pure than simple curiosity. You wanted to ravage this man, plain and simple. “But you’re so pretty. I’ve never seen anyone with grey skin before. I’ll be gentle, promise?” Jack felt his pleasure grow as you played right into his hands, feeding his ambition.

“Alright.” He nodded, his tone was gentle but his voice that sounded anything but human was deep and practically monstrous. It just served to turn you on even more. You lifted his shirt over his head, him still taking care to keep the mask in place. Jesus Christ. He had the smoothest washboard abs you’ve ever seen in your entire life. You thought that you’d struck gold with him, and honestly you might have. You ran a few fingers over them, tracing his scars and feeling the rigid bumps on his skin, just as hard as his arms. He covered his face even though the mask was still in place, feigning embarrassment and nervousness.

“Seriously Jack, you’re really fucking pretty. I think if I was dating you I’d never keep my hands or mouth off of you.” You smiled at your not so subtle words. Jack almost laughed at how obvious you were being, but it made him happy. He visibly gulped, showing you his fake nervousness once again. “I don’t know, I don’t think so.”

You gave an evil little smirk, this going exactly your way. Little did you know it was also going his way. “Let me prove it.” You seemed confident, and Jack liked that. It proved to him that you were already comfortable around him.

“Prove it?” He tilted his head. “Mhm,” you hummed. You continued you run your hands over him, wondering if you’d score him or not. “How does someone even prove something like that,” he asked, oh so innocently. You smiled at him, your lust for him obvious.

“I can show you? If you let me see your face?” He tensed up, looking away. You noticed this and felt bad all over again.

“I can’t show you.” You looked so sad at his response. He almost felt guilty.

“Why not? Even if it’s horrendous I still won’t care!”

“It’s not the scars. Or even my skin. It’s my eyes.”

“Your eyes?” He nodded in response. You waited for him to speak again, craving an explanation.

“Uh, seriously I don’t know how you’ll react if I tell you this.” He slipped off the mask, his sockets closed so you couldn’t see what laid beneath. You almost gasped at seeing his face—he was the most attractive person you’d ever laid eyes on. His beauty couldn’t possibly be human, right? His hair was a deep brown, his skin the same grey. The scars that littered his body were so few here. You couldn’t help but take his face into your hands, feeling his skin that felt so hard under your hands.

He gripped you, pulling you into him, your head nuzzled against his neck. You welcomed the contact but figured he just didn’t want to have you see his face any longer. “You’re beautiful,” you said lowly, in his right ear. You let your arms reach around his neck, your mouth pressing against his skin.

“My eyes. I, um. They’re not there. I don’t have any.”

Well that didn’t make sense. How did he walk around with you all day then? As if reading your thoughts, he answered them, quietly.

“I just have really good hearing. Think of me like a bat.” Of course that wasn’t true. He could see perfectly fine without eyes, even better than any human possibly could. But he couldn’t exactly tell you that he wasn’t human.

You sat up. “That’s kinda cool how you do that actually. Jack, I know I’ve said this like a million times but...you really are pretty.” He shook his head, his facial expressions clear to you now that the mask lay discarded on the floor.

“I know I said that if I were dating you I’d never be able to keep my mouth or hands away from you but...we’re not even dating and as you can clearly see my hands haven’t left your skin even once.” He gulped, a hand of his reaching up to cover his face.

—your pov—

“You’ve never seen someone with grey skin before, so I’m not surprised.” He bit his lip, making me quickly realize that he had literal fangs. My god he just kept getting hotter. I stood up from my spot beside him and sat myself in his lap, making him ‘look’ up at me, confused and flustered.

“No, you’re just really addictive Jack.” He flinched at my words, facing away from me, nervousness growing. I took his face in my hands, leaning towards him. “Can I kiss you?” He practically jumped. “You seriously want to?” He seemed baffled by the idea.

“Yeah. Can I?” He nodded slowly, allowing me to press my lips against his, his arms immediately reaching to press me closer against him. I moved against him slowly at first, my hands reaching down to unbutton his pants and palm him through his jeans. He let out a small moan, which only encouraged me. He suddenly stopped me though, upsettingly enough.

—third person pov—

Jack knew he had you exactly where he wanted you. All he needed was your confirmation. “Uh, (y/n)...does this mean we’re dating?” He said it so softly, pretending that his nervousness was taking him over. You beamed, responding with a yes.

Bingo. You’re his now, sweetheart.

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[esha-isboogara]

by your side

okay hear me out...kira is the most underrated jojo villian. i will not be taking comments. anyways this was inspired by an old song fic i did years ago. i updated it and made it a little less cringe. i have so many jojo ideas so hopefully i will post them here

short glimpses inside the sweet love shared between kira and his love

𝐎𝐧𝐞 𝐭𝐰𝐨. 𝐎𝐡 𝐈 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥 𝐛𝐚𝐝,𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐈'𝐯𝐞 𝐟𝐞𝐥𝐭 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐬𝐞. 𝐈'𝐦 𝐚 𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐩 , 𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐡 𝐈'𝐦 𝐚 𝐣𝐞𝐫𝐤.

The love between you and Kira Yoshikage was indescribable. It was like nothing you’ve ever experienced in your life. Actions that would normally cause someone to turn their head in disgust only drew you towards the man more.

The love the two of you shared was special in its own unique way. The mind boggling high you got from doing such horrible acts along side the love of your life is what kept you so alive. Your veins were always full of adrenaline.

Warm evenings spent watching and waiting. Coming home in the wee hours of the morning , clothing stained with fresh blood. Making love over the mutilated bodies of women that had been unlucky enough to cross either of your paths. Even the very smell of blood was enough to get you off.

Being with this man was like a drug and you didn’t plan on quitting any time soon. You were addicted

𝐂𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐨𝐧. 𝐓𝐨𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐦𝐞 𝐈'𝐦 𝐬𝐢𝐜𝐤.

“Mmm~Kira what do want to do with this pathetic creature? After all it’s no fun if you don’t play along as well”. You would sneer as you paced around the trembling women. The terrified look on your victims faces was always especially funny to you. They were like stupid rats trying desperately to escape a maze.

Kira snaked his hand around your waist , a wicked grin playing across his lips.

“I’m not sure my love. Originally her hands looked wonderful ,enough to catch the eye of someone like me. But upon closer inspection it seems that I will be not be in need her hands after all. The ones on this women are far too muscular and defined, too much like a man”. He remarked , slipping his hand down your skirt. “I have no use for her anymore”.

You giggled and pulled away from him. “Not in front of herrrr”.

The woman was now thrashing and screaming through the gag you had placed in her mouth to ensure neither of you would get caught.

You rolled your eyes at her antics. “Must you be so dramatic ? Now we won’t have to torture you, you can die a nice peaceful death”.

Her eyes widened , the blues of her eyes shone with fear. You couldn’t help but feel giddy at the sight.

𝐖𝐨𝐰 𝐈 𝐰𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠. 𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐈'𝐦 𝐟𝐮𝐥𝐥 𝐨𝐟 𝐫𝐨𝐭. 𝐆𝐨𝐧𝐧𝐚 𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥 , 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐈 𝐠𝐨𝐭.

Out of all the women you’ve been so lucky as to capture you hated the especially noisy ones.

Of course you enjoyed the tortured screams that left your victims body but when a crazy women was screaming in your ear while you’re trying to cut her into precise pieces ? Well it’s not easy to say the least. Even through the gag she managed to project her voice.

Wiping the blood off your hands onto a dirtied cloth you wrapped your arms around your lovers waist.

“You look so handsome with blood all over you”.

“Mmm you’re one to talk”. He mused , eyeing you like a piece of meat. “I just want to devour you whole”.

Pulling him closer you ghosted your lips over his. “What’s stopping you”?

𝐓𝐨𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐦𝐞 𝐈'𝐦 𝐬𝐢𝐜𝐤. 𝐓𝐨𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐦𝐞 𝐈'𝐦 𝐬𝐢𝐜𝐤.

Getting rid of the unnecessary body parts was always the most tedious part of your work. Hands were easy to store in freezers or small coolers. Legs,heads and torsos were a different story.

The entire process was a days worth of strenuous work. Until Kira developed some kind of magic creature called a “stand”.

“What the hell is it”?

“I’d tell you but I don’t know much about it myself. But in short it’s magical cat...like thing that makes stuff blow up”.

Cats had been your favorite animal since you were just a toddler. You loved this being already.

“Can I pet them ? The kitty is so cute”! You said happily.

Kira just shrugged. He figured no harm could come of it.

𝐂𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐨𝐧 𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐲 , 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐦𝐞. 𝐂𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐦𝐞. 𝐂𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐦𝐞. 𝐈𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐥𝐥 𝐝𝐢𝐞 𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐞.

Oh how you despised that women. Shinobu Kawajiri. She got to spend all her time with your husband while you were stuck on the side lines keeping that Higashikata kid and his idiot friends from finding any clues.

Every day you watched her wake up and act like some kind of common whore. Trying her best to seduce him with every bone in her body. Pitiful.

You were lucky to have such a loyal man. Honestly you couldn’t wait for her to make one wrong move so you could pull her eyes out of their sockets and crush her skull beneath your foot. A worthy death for a women like that. As long as you were patient you would have a chance.

𝐖𝐨𝐰. 𝐎𝐡 𝐈'𝐦 𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞𝐝. 𝐈 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐝. 𝐈'𝐥𝐥 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐦𝐞 , '𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐢𝐞.

“I missed you my love”. You whispered bringing his body close. During the day Kira would spend all the time he could with you. You truly loved this man.

“Oh you have no idea my dear. Every waking moment you’re not by my side my heart aches immensely. I need you Y/n”. He murmured , pulling you into his lap. There was nothing more on this earth that he adored as much as you. Gently he placed light kisses on your neck, giving you a tickling sensation.

“God I missed you”.

𝐂𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐨𝐧 , 𝐭𝐨𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐦𝐞 𝐈'𝐦 𝐬𝐢𝐜𝐤. 𝐀𝐡. 𝐅𝐮𝐜𝐤 𝐦𝐞 𝐈'𝐦 𝐬𝐢𝐜𝐤.

Despite the copper taste of blood in your mouth you stood back up. You could keep fighting. You didn’t care if it killed you.

“You don’t have to do this Miss Y/n ...don’t you remember who you used to be”? A ridiculous looking school boy shouted at you. What possessed him to wear his hair like that ?

“I am Y/n L/n. I know who I am and I refuse to listen to you brutes. Look at my husband ! He’s almost dead because of you. If you leave us alone there will be no problem”.

The school boy was pushed back , replaced by a large man with the bluest eyes you’ve ever seen. They contrasted perfectly along with his white coat. “He kidnapped you three years ago. I’m sure it’s hard for you to bring those memories back but Y/n it’s the truth”.

You seethed in anger. You didn’t have a stand like everyone else but you were determined to hurt them as best you could.

“I am not a little girl. I went with him by choice. Stay out of of my love life it’s none of your concern. Just leave us be”.

𝐂𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐨𝐧 𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐲 , 𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐦𝐞. 𝐈𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞. 𝐈���� 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞. 𝐈𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞. 𝐘𝐨𝐮'𝐥𝐥 𝐝𝐢𝐞 𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐞.

Slowly you opened your eyes. Pain shot through your body. The last you remembered was a bullet coming straight to your face. you weren’t sure how you managed to survive that but you had better things to worry about it.

“Kira ? My love “? you called out , getting to your feet slowly. There he was about a few steps away. He wasn’t moving.

Running over to him you lifted his head off the pavement. There were a plethora of wounds on his head , blood stained through his normally clean suite. His black hair was messy.

“Wake up please wake up”.

You couldn’t imagine a world without Kira. Your life started when you met him.

Slowly his eyes opened. You held his head close to your chest.

“I’m so sorry you got wrapped up in this mans mess” a female voice said sadly placing her hand on your shoulder. You looked up only to be met with a child. She had the most beautiful eyes , her pink hair pulled back neatly.

“W-who are you”

She smiled sadly , a dog...with its throat cut open approached , resting by her side.

“I was your husbands first victim”.

Your face went pale but you refused to abandon him just because of a strangers words.

“No...you can’t be his victim you’re still alive”. You said gesturing to her obviously functioning body, it was too much for your tired brain to process.

“Look Y/n ...you have a choice. I can take you to a beautiful place. You’ll be happy there. Anything you want is yours. Or you can stay with your so called love and be tortured forever”.

Thoughts raced through your head. What was this girl talking about ? We’re you dead ? Is this the work

of an enemy stand user ?

You took a deep breath and held Kira closer.

“I would rather be tortured for all of eternity then live a life without this man. No matter what i’ll stay by his side in life and in death”.

No sooner had the words left your mouth you were surrounded by black. Pain and anguish overwhelmed your body. All you could feel was Kiras hand in yours.

“I’m sorry darling. I should have never brought you into any of this”.

“No..as long as you’re with me everything is okay”.

𝐘𝐨𝐮'𝐥𝐥 𝐝𝐢𝐞 𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐞.

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