#yandere joseph desaulniers

[a018233]

can yu do Stalker! Joseph who takes photos of you as you sleep, and then takes them for “personal use” nutting to photos of you

—୨୧ Stalker Joseph headcannons .

cw: Yandere content, NSFW centered, stalking, Joseph is nasty, edging , GN reader.

A/N: yk what I'm thinking anon?.. that.. your a smart guy.. big brain.

• Joseph is enamored by you, he's already so obsessed with you that it makes his cold hunter heart plapitate uncontrollably at the thought of you!!

• He thought that he'd be content with stalking and admiring you from afar, but eventually that's not enough anymore.

• He wants-- needs more. More of you!!

• He thinks of you all the time, and when he isn't, he's developing photographs he took of you.

• So it's not that surprising when his thoughts take a not so innocent turn.

• Once these thoughts of him defilling your cute self, he can't stop him. He only gets more infatuated with you!!

• With how adorable you look, you're practically begging him ravage you. Right?

• Your like a pretty little doll ready to be tied up and posed in front of his camera, that's what your waiting for. Is it not?

• Taking photos from afar isn't enough. It doesn't satisfy him anymore.

• Eventually, Joseph finds himself in your room, camera in hand.

• This photographer wants to sink in between your legs so terribly so. He has to hold himself back from wanting to tear the covers off you.

• But you're lucky he's a gentleman and wishes to court you. He's willing to wait and play the long game.

• Till then, he'll settle for taking photos of you sleeping. Those photos of you doing mundane things don't do it for him anymore.

• Besides, being here. In your room, where he shouldn't be. Feels exhilarating.

• He'll take a few photos, run his hands from your waist, down to your thighs. Giving you a couple of cheek and jawline kisses before he bids you adieu.

• Joseph likes the look of you. He can't tell if it's the way you carry yourself or the fact you're a survivor. But something about you is so naive, innocent.

• An innocence he both wants to protect and corrupt.

• You're pure as a fresh snow, untouched. He cannot wait for the day he can call you his, and his alone.

Joseph wasn't one to touch himself like this. It's so unsavory, adulterated, and foul. But he can't stop the moans that slip from his mouth. This isn't his fault. It's yours. Your the one who looks so irresistible in these photos. He groans and whines, before stopping before he could climax. He can't cum, not when he has so much to think about.

Joseph takes his hand off his cock, his other hand carrying the photo he took of you tonight. Tonight was a treat. You must've had a rough match today, you didn't even bother to change into your sleepwear. You just settled for kicking off your clothes and hopping into bed. So cute. Joseph then changes his position, placing the photos flat onto bedding, adjusting himself so his dripping tip is leaking onto the softness of the bedding. He places his hand onto his dick, wishing it was you instead. His labored breaths fills the room as he pumps himself faster besides the usual pace he goes with. He pumps himself faster and faster until he cums. Cumming all over your photos and his bed, breathing heavily afterwards. He sighs before wiping his hands clean with his hankchief, shaking his head.

Oh, if only he could cum on your pretty face instead. Maybe inside your mouth instead, would you be a sweetheart and swallow? Or would you not be able to take it and spit it out? Oh well, he'll find out soon enough, and he'll be sure to immortalize those moments with his camera.

[lumierexfics]

┌──❀*̥˚ You know just how to be cruel

Yandere Client! Joseph Desaulniers Headcanons

↳ ❝ Question 1, the joy of a hunter, does it stem from the chase or the prey?❞

TW : Unhealthy / obsessive parasocial relation, financial ruin, and references to the Bella Donna case.

↳ ❀ Yandere Client! Joseph Desaulniers who moved on extremely quickly from the Bella Donna case and attended a new opera house and he ultimately fell in love with you at first glance. He couldn’t take his eyes off of you during your performance even if it was a side character, he loved it.

↳ ❀ Yandere Client! Joseph Desaulniers who demands for the best room for you in the theater since he can’t have you sleeping in an area that might cause you harm.

↳ ❀ Yandere Client! Joseph Desaulniers who gives you, quivering flower just to subtly show everyone that visits your room that he was there and to show his affection. He’ll buy many bouquets, just for your performance.

↳ ❀ Yandere Client! Joseph Desaulniers will attend every play that you’ll be in no matter the part that you’re assigned in or the amount of money he’ll give for you and only you to play the starring role.

↳ ❀ Yandere Client! Joseph Desaulniers who makes the opera house let him watch the rehearsal just to see you perform, he could visit you in your room but he has a reputation to uphold. He always reserves his booth to get the perfect view of you performing.

↳ ❀ Yandere Client! Joseph Desaulniers who threatens to pull his funds from the opera house when he visits your room while you aren’t there, seeing jewelry or elegantly crafted clothes from other patrons. It spikes his possessiveness as these patrons don’t deserve you. He was the one that pulled you up from the ruins of nothing to a masterpiece.

You sat on your vanity stool, running your fingertips on the tops of perfume/cologne, staring at your reflection which held no unbridled misery, pure exhaustion. The spotlight had burnt your skin from standing underneath it for so long due to the demands of a patron who always demanded to watch the rehearsals whose eyes etched a glare onto your skin.

Yellow hues from the candlelight decorate your room which was filled with an ocean of bouquets, scarily the bouquets were your favorite flower and the occasional roses. Your fingertips lingered on the top of quivering flower perfume, subtle grip on your shoulder shocked you back to reality.

It was him.

Every time he gifted you the world. He helped you reach the stardom that you desired and that you soon began to loathe. His hand ran over your hand, accidentally. He presented a necklace which swirled in designs, immediately clipping it to your neck.

“Don’t look sad.” He said,” I was the one to bring you to fame, remember? You don’t need anyone else except for me.”

It was a jeweled cage and he needed to clip your wings before someone else came to steal you away from him.

[momo-hearts]

Can I request yandere Joseph with a gn reader who don't want to be remembered? As in 'whats the point of taking a picture for immortalization ? We are all going to die anyways.' (reader is not depressed just very nihilistic) a one-shot please.

Joseph Desaulniers, PhotoGrapher

when you first arrive at the manor, it feels like he was pulled into a flytrap like an immobilized insect waiting to be devoured by a predator. it was rare for him to be so in love a survivor at that.. he was known to be playing with other peoples heart strings and using them for his own benefit. so the feeling was new to him at least, but you see it as a bother. you only wanted the prize of whatever it can grant, that is to be forgotten. don't know why but out of all wish and prizes you were the most shocking one. to be forgotten? how he can ignore such a beauty as you? it must be a gods grace even heavens angel befallen only for himself only. though.. when he got to know you more through matches and casual talk while waiting for other survivors were... interesting to say. you are scared but rather.. nihilistic toward the game, only rescuing when needed or how far you are with the survivor. the word forgotten were engraved towards your mind, no matter what when he insisted about immortality you arent that phased and declined his offer numerus times.  “can i ever change your mind about being forgotten? im sure immortality is much more fitting dont you say mi’ amor?” he have his head resting on his hand, while his curved sword were resting beside you, obviously planted elegantly and stuck on the wooden floor boards of the manor. having a sigh released from your mouth before putting down your fork, loosing your apetite. “how many times to i have to tell you photographer? whats the point of being immortal when everyday life would bore you? “ you questioned the hunter infront of you. you have no interest in such desire to live forever, rather it bore you. what does life have to offer more when you see it all? nothing, absolutely nothing. having your butter knive directly under the hunters chin as you lead his head closer to your face, the eye contact was something he wasnt expecting but he rather love it. knowing that you only have your eyes on his light blue pupils who adored your every facial features he can bring. that eye contact didnt last long though, as you moved to his ear to whisper something that he wasnt quite expected but knew nonetheless. “whats the point of perserving your goal when you knew this is an endless game of cat and mouse that we all cant escape?” ah that voice when you were serious.. that were symphonys and melodys to his ear. he doesnt care what you just said, he only want to hear your voice “ what ever you say mademoiselle...” he will do it himself if you arent so willing.

[fishermanshook]

ASK: Please do yan!joseph x reader smut .. and itd be good if he likes to degrade u as well because hes an aristocrat and his ego is too high lol and his pride can't accept the fact he's in love with a normal person so he tries not to show his love.. feel free to decline this req btw love u take care

LOVE TASTE! (yan!photographer x gn!reader)

# MINOR WRITING SMUT ⚠️ , reader is a consenting individual , I do NOT do this man justice sorry annon , grammar and spelling warning

INTRO

Joseph Desaulniers is an aristocratic man who believes he only deserves the best of the best. An arrogant fool who takes pity on lower-class civilians. But you only find hypocrisy laced in his voice, as he finds himself falling for you out of all people.

Maybe “falling” isn’t the right word here. No, he is drowning in your being completely. You don’t understand the lengths he’s taken (and will take) to ensure you stay by him.

You shouldn’t have gotten close to the man, shouldn’t have let your heart get tangled in his web of lies. Now, he won’t let you go. Not when he’s fucking you in his lap, whispering degrading words as he slams your hips down on his cock. Let’s recap, shall we?

꒰wc ꒱ 783

You're not sure where this "crush" came from, just that it was the undeniable cause of your flustered state when you met him eye to eye. Whether it be in an intense race to the dungeon or the manor's very own Greenhouse, you've found yourself in the Photographer ever elusive presence. 

He's so kind to you, so gentle that you can forget he's a Hunter altogether. Although, Joseph is starting to become a popular topic for conversation, and not for good reasons. Survivors always knew he was a skilled fencer, but his blade has become sharper. He's harsher with his strokes than before. There is no pity left in his cruel jabs as all sympathy has been ringed out. It seems that you're the only one sparred from this issue. To you though, his blade misses more often than not and seems duller around the edges.

It seems that this was only the start of the Survivor's problems, as more started presenting themselves during matches. Win streaks are broken and more losses take their place in exchange. The Hunters on the other hand rejoice in the continuous win the Photographer brings to the table. Not that he cares though, as all of these were for you. 

The Photographer's reasoning for his newfound win steak has been because of you. Joseph doesn't deem any of those peasants competition as he knows he's better than them. Still, his blood boils with jealousy whenever he notices you chatting with one of them. He hopes that by losing any compassion for the Survivors (and their dreadful situation), he can isolate you from anyone he deems as "unfit" for your attention.

This man will do a lot of things to keep his darling away from the others. Resorting to threats passed underneath the dinner table. The sick little bastard gets off on how their eyes widen with surprise and fear. Some try to fight back, but Joseph is smarter than that. 

LOVEBOMBS YOU. (I can see him doing this sorry ya'll)

Threats and violence in the manor only get him so far, and the Photographer starts telling you sick and twisted lies in hopes of isolating you from your peers. They're all so mean to you, he hears them snicker behind the curtains and poke at your name and title. He makes sure to show them a lesson by bleeding them out during the match, which isn't a lie. In turn, his lies become your truth. If the other Survivors weren't distancing themselves from you before, you made sure of it now. 

Joseph confesses to you soon enough, now that you solely rely on him. Why not just become a Hunter at this point? He'd think you'd look lovely with a sword in your hands, you being dead or alive isn't the point. Finally, you're his and his alone. He won't let anyone take or hurt you ever again. 

Which brings you to where you are now. It started innocent, really, but now is not the time for that. These walls can only hold so much noise. Joseph’s hand helps a bit, but the way he meets your hips with his thrusts sends shocks throughout your body. 

“Stay quiet brat, your melodies are for my ears and my ears only,” Joseph whispers in your ear, he’s come so far to have you. No one else should be allowed to hear your beautiful moans. (Or how his name falls from your mouth so perfectly.) 

You're so tight around him that Joseph doesn’t know how much longer Joseph will last. You end up coming before him, coating his dick in your essence as he continues to slam into you. The Photographer soon follows suit, letting his cum fill you to the brim. 

“Such a slut for my cock, so don’t think I’ll be letting you leave this room until I’m finished." He says with a quick kiss on your cheeks before sliding back in. 

note: hi so I can’t write degrading shit to save my life so I’m sorry 😭 also this was my first Hunter fic along side with my first smut fic in a while so please bare with me…

also annon I saw your other ask and honestly don’t worry about it, if you’d never sent in that ask I don’t know if I would ever end writing for Hunters so thank you for your contribution 😊

(2024)©️fishermanshook — do not steal, translate, plagiarize, or repost my work on any other platform

[akunya]

hii hope ure doing well. im just curious how many req r you working on currently :>

hello dear! im doing pretty alright myself, and i hope you are too.

im currently working on 15 requests at the moment, but here are some notable ones:

"letters in the manor" - joseph desaulniers x m!reader: YANDERE, manipulation, dubcon/noncon, incest(?), fearplay, etc.

"obsession" - riddle rosehearts x m!reader: NONCON, possessiveness, yandere, groping, dacryphilia, etc.

"fitting rooms" lucifer x m!reader: EXHIBITIONIST, voyeurism, frottage, handjobs, size difference, etc.

"you're so easy" - hex haywire x m!reader: HYPNOTISM, mindbreak, manipulative, voice fetish, malpractice(?), etc.

all of these have some good progress on them, with the first two being near completion. some things that arent mentioned are somnophilia with vox, some more trey clover hcs, etc.

[yanderes-galore]

Hey!!! It's 🇧🇷 anon here! How are you?

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Well... I'm sorry for what happened and for taking your time... and I want you to remember that, as a human being, you need to have time for rest

I decided to change my request a bit

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Warning: I will use female pronouns (she/her) for darling (does this REALLY need a warning?)

Can I request yandere Joseph Desaulniers (Photographer) with a darling that when he kidnaps took her to camera world she tries to isolate herself and stay in a corner and doesn't say anything and only speaks when forced (but every time she speaks her voice is mostly sad or emotionless)?

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As always... I'm sorry for every mistake in writing or if I made a mistake in an expression or used an expression the wrong way, I'm using Google Translate so I think it's kind of normal for this to happen..

No it really doesn't need a warning, you're fine. I think I've done requests similar to this so I apologize that it's short.

Defiance

Yandere! Joseph Desaulniers Short

Possible Trigger Warnings: Kidnapping, Manipulation, Forced relationship, Threats, Bribery, Delusional behavior.

"Please just speak to me...." His voice is pleading, praying he'll get you back to your old self. But as long as he was here and you were in his camera world, you would never be the same. You could never be happy caged up in a world like this.

You never wanted to look at him. You never wanted to be near him. You spent most of your time hiding away and refusing to meet his gaze.

You wouldn't even speak to him, something that really upset the french photographer.

"Your voice is so beautiful... I miss it. Can't you say just one little thing? This world isn't all that bad.... I haven't heard you talk since you got here!"

You didn't think it could get any worse until he sat next to you on the fake paper-like ground. His eyes never left you while he waited for you. It was so quiet... a silence you couldn't tell if you enjoyed or hated.

You continue to ignore the man standing behind you. His eyes stare at your curled up figure in what you could assume was sadness. That or impatience.

"You know I love you, right...?"

Nothing. You're way too focused on the wall in front of you to pay attention to him. Annoyed, Joseph turns you towards him.

If you kept this up maybe Joseph would get bored of you. Maybe he'll get desperate enough to let you leave this hell. It seems so pointless to hope for but maybe you'll get lucky.

You blankly stare at him while he tilts your chin up. You could only stare at him now, something that provided satisfaction for him. Even now you refuse to speak, however.

"You can only keep this up for so long..."

A rapier appears in your gaze, Joseph's eyes never leaving yours.

"If you won't talk willingly then that is something that can be fixed. Through bribery or violence...."

You eye the rapier with caution, wondering if he'd actually hurt you. He couldn't kill you as he kept you here to keep that from happening in the first place, but anything else was possible. You try to shuffle away but Joseph grabs you.

"Listen to me and I may even let you outside this world temporarily. It's up to you what path you want to choose."

Your choices were very limited yet you decide listening was the less painful one. Joseph grins when you perk up and look at him expectantly.

He had you like a fish on a hook....

"I just need to hear one simple thing..."

Joseph slowly puts his rapier away before smiling softly at you. Holding you close before resting his head on yours.

"Say you love me. I don't care if you mean it or not. I just need to hear it. It'll be enough for now."

"I love you... Joseph." You say in a gentle yet still forced tone, causing Joseph to sigh before pulling away.

You're hesitant on listening. If it meant going out for at least a little whiler, then maybe it was worth it.... If you fed into his delusions maybe you could get what you want.

It was small, but with time, he may be able to get you used to saying such sweet words.

It was enough to please him....

All that mattered to you were the words that came next.

"Maybe you do need a little fresh air...."

[angxlyxn]

deadly resemblance - joseph desaulniers x f. reader

summary: joseph acts upon a desire of his, one that stems from an uncanny resemblance and a pure craving of power.

warnings: physical abuse, blood, descriptions of wounds, power dynamic, typical canon violence, obsessive behavior

a/n: for a friend! heehee joseph desaulniers kicks feet

word count: ~2.7k

Your fingers idly twiddled with the tartan fabric covering your legs, nervous digits brushing down your thighs and pressing anxiously into the clothed skin.  Other survivors surrounded you at the matching table, their silent chattering barely making its presence over the enveloping notes of the manor’s organ.  You didn’t take notice of who the faces next to you were, only sparing a few glances about the room until focusing your eyes on the billowing curtain before you, where the hunter was meant to be seated.  

Your fingers ceased their drumming as a ring echoed through the room, your eyes growing droopy and body becoming limp as the world around you faded to dark, indicating that the match was commencing.  An odd feeling washed over your body, one that always accompanied the beginning of matches and served only to instill an eerie feeling of dread within the survivors.  Your eyes finally trembled open as you found yourself within the resounding walls of the Red Church.  After taking stock of the boarded windows and minimal streams of light, you rushed to a nearby cipher, immediately beginning to work at the keys of the machine.  The contraption exploded with a series of whirs and hums as you worked at it, clicking the keys messily.  Your work was soon interrupted as a camera flashed in front of you, one that you failed to take notice of before you had began decoding. The blinding light spilled across your face, nearly impairing your sight.  You blinked the flashes out of your eyes, spots appearing in your vision as you observed in place, eyes nervously darting about at the indication of who the hunter was.

It was far from truthful to say that you hadn’t been matched with the Photographer before.  It was even further from the truth to claim that you had never had any out of match interactions.  However, this didn’t mean you were any less sensitive to the man’s behavior as you always had been.  He just always seemed to have his eyes on you, burning sapphire hues always glaring pointedly, dancing over some part of your body.  You shook off the feelings of discomfort that always seemed to spring forth due to Joseph’s presence, suppressing the shake in your fingers in favor of trying to further your decoding progress. You sped up your movements in an effort to finish your cipher in time, furiously dashing across the keys with nimble digits, gliding and pressing as your heart rate picked up and-

Your heart dropped into your chest.  The heavy sound of a missed calibration ran through your ears, the accidental slip of your fingers causing the cipher to blare out with an obnoxious ping that signified your mistake.  You noticed that the cameras were still active, the flush of light acting as an ominous reminder that you were at the Photographer’s mercy in this game, and you had just made a fatal mistake.  You didn’t dare go back to decoding, instead allowing your glistening pupils to scale the area around you with a sort of skittish fear.  

You felt the strike before you could even register the situation.  

A sword materialized before you, clashing into your side at the hands of its wielder, Joseph.  A pained groan fell from your mouth, any sort of screams or words of protest stunned out of your vocabulary by the immobilizing pain.  You quickly turned, your foot catching on the cipher as you made a dash towards the dilapidated shack of the church, its horribly paneled walls embracing your stuttering form as you ran for your life, away from the Count.  Laughter drifted from behind, the sound flowing about you and inhabiting your mind, making you want to tear your ears clean off.  Yet you persisted, darting about the shack as you felt your heartbeat grow stronger, the blood rushing from your wound not growing any less significant as you attempted to nurse it.  

A lilting voice echoed through the building, indiscernible words bouncing off of the walls and spurring you on in your sprint.  His voice gained some clarity as he made his way towards you, each of his steps twice the size of your own.  

“Why do you run?” He quipped, a teasing tone making its way through his heavy french accent.  “You know I don’t like it when my game struggles.” He punctuated his sentence with an angry slash at a pallet you had previously thrown down, the sharp blade of his sword easily destroying the patchy wood of the obstacle.  It didn’t grant you much time, but just enough to get a bit of a lead on him.  You jumped through a window right as his sword followed behind you, nearly piercing your neck.  You rolled up from the ground, looking behind you in fear as you continued to run, leaving a distinct trail of crimson blood behind your injured self.  There was another window up ahead, if you could make your way over it perhaps you could lose him, perhaps you could get away from the man and his persistent sadism.  You ran, jumping against the window and vaulting over it with a sort of fatigued agility. Then you felt it.  The heavy collision of his sword into your shoulder dealt you a blow that was more than enough to incapacitate you.  You fell to your knees on the other side of the window, pressing your hands against your newest wound and seething in pain.  The world felt dizzy as Joseph stood above you, his thin lips pulled into a slight smirk of triumph.  

“I must say,” he murmured as he bent down before you, crouching patronizingly over your form.  “I did enjoy the chase, however futile it may have been on your part…” He stabbed his sword into the ground with an unwarranted aggression before bringing his hand up to caress your hairline, a single fingertip moving tauntingly around the shape of it as though he was inspecting your features, cruel eyes glazing over your face as though you were a prime piece of meat, as though you were prey.

“We’ve met before, have we not, ma petite souris?”  You cringed at the garish nickname. Being slightly versed in French, you knew the meaning of the pet name all too well.  His predatory words felt so sickly, and were unimaginably demeaning.  You swallowed harshly, offering a grim nod.  A false smile overtook his lips, his hand moving up to your scalp and playing with your hair for a moment.

A flash of pain overtook you as sharp nails suddenly rooted themselves into your head, pulling harshly against your locks and forcing you from your knees before dragging you behind him, your feet stumbling against each other as he tugged you along.  You finally reached a camera, which he swiftly flicked on.  Your body flew roughly through the air as he released his hold on your hair, effectively pushing you through the boundary of the camera world.  You landed with a jolt, heavy footfalls ringing through your ears as Joseph joined you amidst the monotone setting, his frame glowing brightly in contrast to the greyscale world that surrounded each of you.  You pushed yourself up from your stomach, dirt crunching between your fingertips as you weakly pulled yourself into a kneeling position.  Joseph scrutinized you harshly, the intense blue of his eyes burning into your features as he made a couple rounds about your form, his sword bouncing elegantly against his fingertips every so often.  You felt powerless as you sat there, incapacitated, paralyzed, and at the mercy of the Photographer.  He stopped before you, figure towering far over your own.  You refused to look him in the eye, instead becoming rather occupied with the sooty floors of the church.  Dust fell from your knees as he carelessly grasped your neck, uncomfortably pulling you from the ground as a cat would do to her kitten, although his touch was less than caring.  He pushed your uncertain body before him, limp legs flailing about as Joseph guided you down the staircase that led to the basement, a glint of amused malice in his eyes as he watched you stutter about.  

You were led by the imposing man to the center of the basement.  As you observed the musty space, heart nearly beating out of your chest, the world faded out of greyscale, color falling out of Joseph just as it sunk back into you.  The steel toe of his boot came into contact with your calf, the kick acting as a precursor to him dropping you, your knees clanging against the solid ground once more. You hesitantly gripped the ground, fingers curling against the cold floor as you sat awkwardly, observing Joseph as he walked about the basement.  At this point, you had no consciousness of what was happening in the match.  Honestly, you couldn’t bring yourself to care.  You weren’t even sure if you wanted someone to help you out of your predicament, the near paralyzation of your limbs seemingly spreading to your mind and halting any coherent thoughts of salvation that could have possibly come to you.  

Joseph gazed at your form, releasing a sigh of frustration at your incompetence.  Without a word, he pushed his hand against your chest, panic filling your eyes as you descended onto your back, shoulders colliding uncomfortably with the unforgiving concrete.  The photographer walked about your unhealed body, observing the gash that adorned the delicate flesh of your shoulder.  He leaned down towards it, humming as he ran his finger along the fragile skin and easily eliciting a flinch from you.  Your body trembled at the teasing pain, eyes growing heavy with tears as you tried your hardest to maintain your composure.  He moved himself up from the wound, taking stock of the disheveled state of your body.  A few stray teardrops had found their way down your cheeks.  Joseph leaned towards your face, brushing his still bloodied finger beneath your eyes and gleaning the liquid with a thin digit before sucking lightly it, face growing almost orgasmic at the taste of your tears.  

“La saveur..” he hummed, a small tremble echoing through your chest as he did so.  “You..” he made eye contact with you, eyes of cerulean piercing through your own.  “You’re so much like him.”

You looked at him confusedly, gaze frightened and unsteady.

His face morphed into a scowl, teeth clenching together as he continued to study you. “You’re so much like him.”  His voice was angry now, words indignant.  He threaded his fingers through your hair, pulling your head towards him.  He roughly clutched your form, bringing his face down against your own.  The imposing man sniffed your hair with frightening intent, wildly curling the locks around his depraved fingers and pressing them against his cheeks.  You didn’t know what was going on, you didn’t even know who “he” was.  You weren’t sure you wanted to.  Your body stiffened against his chest,  chin pressing uncomfortably into his collarbone.  He let out a content hum as he pressed himself further against you, much to your discomfort.  Where was everyone? Why wasn’t anyone coming to save you?

Although, you still weren’t sure you wanted that.  If someone did come, if they did manage to find you, they would see how pathetic you are, how weak you must be to not even have enough strength to fight back.  But you knew if this went on any longer, you would bleed out.  You could already feel your strength dissipating until it was void, the steady dripping of blood from your collar and ribs not helping the excruciating pain of your prolonged “death”.  

“Mmm..” Joseph groaned, the sickening hum sending reverberations through your trembling chest.  “Ma chérie…” he said, words drawling and almost slurred.  His mood had changed incredibly fast, now sultry and dripping with adoration, a stark contrast to his enraged self from a few moments ago.  He finally pulled away from you, gazing at your helpless form with cruel, scrutinizing eyes. “We haven’t enough time to..” The photographer gave you a falsely pitiful look.  “..finish.”

He grabbed ahold of your fragile form, scooping you up within his arms and carrying you to one of the chairs that was placed in the basement.  He stretched the wire against your unmoving form, barbed metal pricking into your skin and eliciting a cringe from you.

“The hallway that separates our two worlds, ma petite souris.  Meet me there.”

‘The barrier between the hunter’s and survivor’s sides..’ your thoughts slurred, barely maintaining coherence through your analysis of his words.  

With that final thought, and the impending doom that it signified, you felt the rocket chair begin to creak and spin, making its descent into the floor of the manor as you were sent back, away from Joseph but somehow also right back to him, at least as soon as the match reached its conclusion.  

You knew you wouldn’t be able to avoid him, and you also knew of the consequences if you tried.

This situation felt worse than bleeding out, worse than dying.

This felt completely helpless.  And Joseph knew, like you knew, that it truly was.

[sakurayumeno]

Yeah, they were open, so don’t worry ^^

If you don’t like yandere or if it makes you uncomfortable, don’t read.

Yandere Joseph Hcs 

tw: yandere

He went friendly on you and your team once. It doesn’t turn out good in the long run. One conversation with you can make him head over heels for you

You know how he takes pictures during events that occur in the manor? Most of them are just you

Joseph will always be possessive, no matter if he’s a yandere or not. He doesn’t want to lose someone he loves again

So he gets extremely jealous when he sees you hang out with others. Said survivors will be bled out during matches and said hunters will be falsely accused of terrible things

He’d likely kidnap you in your sleep

This is probably obvious, but he is sadistic

I mean, the man steps on you during his carry animation, what do you expect?

Takes great pleasure in seeing you beg for him. You want to sleep on the bed instead of the floor? Get on your hands and knees and tell him how much you want it 

Like Edgar, he has his demands. Except they are harder to obey if you don’t plan on reciprocating his feelings

For example, kissing him on the lips, sitting on his lap while he reads, or cuddling him

He demands you call him ‘Count Desaulniers’ or ‘Monsieur Joseph’ to remind you of you place compared to him. You should be lucky that he’s graced you with his love

Adding on the sadistic part, he’d drag his sword across your body to scare you. He adds a little pressure on your skin, but never enough to break through. The same goes with his nails, too

There’s too much risk in killing people, so he takes pictures of them and will express his anger towards their photo-copy. Meaning if you see him come back with blood on him, some poor soul is most likely going to be hospitalized for a few days

If you manage to escape despite all the “love” he gives you, he will be devastated. His confident demeanor shattering in an instant as he sobs uncontrollably

Once composed, he orders any hunter around to get you back to him, threatening with any blackmail he has on them

He is livid when you come back. He gave you his heart and you crush it by doing the one thing he didn’t want you to do

He doesn’t care if you apologize or even beg for him not to hurt you, he’ll backhand you so hard it’ll leave a mark

Security is raised high after that. He wants no possibility of you leaving him again

You are his. Engrave that in your mind because that won’t be changing anytime soon

[sk3tch404]

Hey girlies, boys and non gender conforming merchants

Cause everyone loves re4 hehe... (Get it? Merchant?)

I made a Uquiz for the most seggsy hunters

(Wu Chang, Jack, Antonio and Joseph)

Which idv male hunter would be YOUR yandere?

(Here's the legitimate link below this if this underlined thing doesn't work)

I made this like 2 months ago while watching movies on e-legal sites with my sister. Just made some tweaks and final touches ;)

Btw I DO have things in the works rn. Just taking a break and playing a lot of genshin. Not to mention school is starting up again 💀

[nycttophilic]

quick little thing before I pass out, but Joseph is extremely possessive over his lovers. He never married in life since he just couldn’t attach to anyone, but if he does attach to someone now, he won’t let them out of his sight. He thinks he’s protecting them and adoring them, but he’s literally suffocating them—and if they try to leave, he may be forced to punish them just so they know he adores them and doesn’t want to lose them.

Most ships with him will be toxic in this way, but some characters may be able to avoid this obsessive love (can’t really see him doing this with Mary for example, and if you’re not comfortable with toxic relationships then that’s fine lol). 

It’s actually for a good and sad reason. The one person he loved most in the world—his other half, his twin—slipped away from him and he couldn’t do anything to save him. He refuses to ever let that happen again. It’s warped his mind terribly, but he seriously thinks what he’s doing is right.

But don’t worry, he’s capable of soft too~~ as long as his lover listens to him and doesn’t try to run away, that is....

[teabreakpancakes]

𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐊𝐓𝐎𝐁𝐄𝐑 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟐 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

everything is gender-neutral

day one : Teacher's Pet (Dom Alva Lorenz x Sub Reader)

professor-student relationship, slight praise kink, semi-public sex!

day two : Focus On Decoding! (Dom Mike Morton x Sub Reader)

face sitting, semi-public sex!

day three : Go On, Continue (Dom Pantalone x Sub Reader)

office sex, cockwarming!

day four : Sinful Indulgence (Dom Zhongli x Sub Reader)

oviposition, breeding kink, dragon cock!

day five : Sit Still And Look Pretty (Dom Luca Balsa x Sub Reader)

toys, exhibitionism, in public!

day six : A Treat (Dom Cale Henituse & Beacrox Molan x Sub Reader)

food play, body worship!

day seven : Impatient (Dom Kaedehara Kazuha x Sub Reader)

public sex, riding!

day eight : Bedtime (Dom Lisa Minci x Sub Reader)

lactation, mommy kink, infantalisation!

day nine : Beg For It (Dom Victor Grantz x Sub Reader)

orgasm denial, teasing, begging!

day ten : Spoiled Rotten (Service Dom Ron Molan x Sub Reader)

age gap, master-servant relationship, spoiling!

day eleven : My Reward (Dom Diavolo x Sub Reader)

size kink, slight daddy kink, dumbification!

day twelve : Sweet Nectar (Dom Beelzebub x Sub Reader)

oral sex, overstim!

day thirteen : My Test Subject (Dom Albedo x Sub Reader)

aphrodisiac, semi-public!

day fourteen : Corrupt You Sweetly (Dom Childe x Sub Reader)

corruption kink, dacryphilia!

day fifteen : Loving Embrace (Dom Yoo Sangah x Sub Reader)

strap-on, sensory deprivation!

day sixteen : Sleep Tight (Dom Baizhu x Sub Reader)

somnophilia, nipple play, fingerfucking!

day seventeen : At Your Service (Subby Dom Thoma x Sub Reader)

nipple play, master-servant relationship!

day eighteen : All Tied Up (Dom Shenhe x Sub Reader)

shibari!

day nineteen : Contrast (Dom Wu Chang x Sub Reader)

threesome, praise, degradation!

day twenty : Bites And Kisses (Dom Xiao x Sub Reader)

marking, possessive sex!

day twenty-one : Stuck (Dom Al-Tighnari x Sub Reader)

knotting, rut, breeding kink!

day twenty-two : Gorgeous (Dom Shikanoin Heizou x Sub Reader)

body worship, yandere, captivity!

day twenty-three : Rope Bunny (Dom The Ripper x Sub Reader)

sensory deprivation, bondage!

day twenty-four : All Yours (Sub Top Leviathan x Dom Bottom Reader)

roleplay!

day twenty-five : My Property (Dom Naib Subedar x Sub Reader)

possessive sex, wall sex, breeding, slight daddy kink, marking!

day twenty-six : Unholy (Dom Andrew Kreiss x Sub Reader)

priest kink, spanking, semi-public sex, object insertion!

day twenty-seven : Don't Look Away (Dom Joseph Desaulniers x Sub Reader)

mirror sex, dacryphilia!

day twenty-eight : Can't Help It (Eli Clark x Reader)

voyeurism!

day twenty-nine : Follow My Instructions (Dom Inumaki Toge x Sub Reader)

guided masturbation, begging, edging!

day thirty : Needy (Dom L Lawliet x Sub Reader)

phone sex, toys, olfactophilia!

day thirty-one : Fuck You Dumb (Dom Yo Shindo x Sub Reader)

overstim, corruption kink, fingerfucking!

[the-manors-writer]

Hezzooo i would like to request a yan bloody sword joseph. Pls

Request: General Yandere!Joseph headcanons

Pairing: [Joseph Desaulnier] Yandere!Photographer - Bloody Sword x gn!reader

Warnings: General Yandere and Vampire behaviour, implied nonconsensual blood drinking

Bloody Sword

When he first laid eyes on you.. It was definitely "love at first sight" as those mortals calls it.

You were his one and only le plus cher, the apple to his eyes, the bright shining star.

To Bloody Sword, you were his and no one else's. Every part of you – Oh, especially that sweet sweet blood of yours.

He can't wait to sink his sharp fangs down the skin of your neck and suck the live out of you, not literally of course

Bloody Sword could never afford to kill you just like that! He will keep you with him forever and ever till the end of time.

Oh just imagining the noises you'd make when he feasts on you and that sweet blood of yours, sends tingles of anticipation throughout his body.

Bloody Sword knows how to lure his victims, other than those cerulean eyes of his – His flirtatious words mostly does the work.

Especially when he inches closer to you, sharp nails lightly trailing down the side of yours arms and back up to grip onto your shoulders

All whilst lightly chuckling and conversing with you as if he wasn't aware of what he was doing to you.

Bloody Sword is an absolute tease, he loves seeing and making you all flustered and embarrassed over his words. God was it just the cutest thing ever.

He knows you loved the way he whispers into your ear as cold breath brushes against your sensitive skin.

"You're so precious ma chérie~", "Awe, look at you...", "Just like that plus cher amour.", "You belong to me, and only me."

Anyone who has ever laid their filthy eyes on you, let alone spoke a single word to you – Would never been seen again, as if they vanished suddenly, gone out of existence.

How "unfortunate" that he had to resort to this.. They did make great meals though, not something he will ever complain about.

Anything, anything will be done just for his precious love. Just to keep you away from those vermins, for you belonged to him and only him.

The time will come when you finally realize the fact you've long been trapped within his grasps and it's forever too late to escape.

Bloody Sword will make sure to treat you like royalty, oh he will pamper you so much, every day – all the time.

That is.. As long as you don't disobey him.

[ art credit - @juanmao1997 ]

[smittenroses]

hi i saw requests was open-

uh

unrequited love with Joseph, Aesop and Eli?

on uh our side

please, thanks ^-^

(also i just realised i wasn’t following u, sorry)

Unrequited Love — Joseph, Aesop and Eli

Cw: yandere-like behaviour in the form of obsessiveness, delusions, light self harm and hints of murder (Aesop), obsession (rational), unhealthy power dynamics and isolation (Joseph).

Please skip their parts if you do not enjoy Yandere-like behaviours as it's a central theme of their parts for reasons that become quite clear.

Also please remember (after the last time I posted dark Aesop headcanons): I am an autistic person myself and thus use my experience for writing him, and Aesop's behaviours are not a result of his autism in canon, they are a result of his upbringing with Jerry Carl, and I am simply putting my spin on his behaviours.

I will not hesitate to block if people come to me saying that I am demonising Aesop's autism.

Joseph Desaulniers | The Photographer

Joseph Desaulniers is a man that grew up refined, gentlemanly and... very lonely; after the passing of his brother, he struggled to even form friendships or even register any sort of affections as being comforting. He knew deep within his soul that Claude would want him to eventually move on but its quite difficult when it comes to the fact he spent his entire life trying to find a way to bring him back in order to try and secure a happiness he thought he forever lost.

When you had walked into his life, he thought that you were a gift sent by the gods above — maybe even his brother too — as you lit a spark deep within his shrivelled and decaying heart. He practically began to worship the ground you walked on deep within his mind as you laughed, you cried, you looked at him and he couldn't help but find himself melting. It was the happiest he had ever been since the passing of his brother

That's why his heart shattered immediately when you told him that you could not reciprocate his feelings. It scattered on the floor and was stomped by a million elephants, but yet somewhere deep in his mind he was sort of relieved that you had been so honest about it — he knew that in his mind, you had become simply a replacement for Claude, someone that he knew would never be able to come back no matter how much he would try over, and over, and over again.

Even if he knew it was wrong, he still couldn't help but crave for your touch, for your conversation and watching as you would interact with others caused for his thoughts to darken. You were your own person, yes, but it was quite different when others could have what he didn't: your affection.

As a hunter, he held a significant amount of power over those little survivor friends of yours. Maybe he could convince them to stay away.

Aesop Carl | The Embalmer

Aesop... getting attached to someone is quite alarming at first given his tendency to stay away from people, hell, it even alarms himself when he realises that he strays away from his routine just for one silly person! Whenever he gets infatuated with someone it quickly turns into a disaster so many tend to keep their distance. It doesn't take long until he eventually will lose interest.

It isn't his fault he acts this way; Jerry never showed him how to hold and maintain relationships beyond business matters, so when the need to be loved, to be held, to be seen as someone more than a teammate creeps its way into the crevices of Aesop's brain, it easily becomes dark.

He tends to confuse parental affection and lover affection easily.

It seems that you didn't get the memo about avoiding becoming the Embalmer's latest fixation as the more that Aesop got to know you, the more he fell and those dark thoughts began to swirl around in his head, swirl around, and around, and around until you couldn't get out of his head! You're on his mind 24/7, you're running laps and making him giddy.

You witnessed his first outburst when you rejected him, watching as he slammed his beloved makeup case to the floor and the contents of it spilling out all over the carpet of the manor, quickly gathering the attention of the other survivors as they rushed to separate you from the man. He didn't mean to scare you, he really didn't, but hearing that you didn't reciprocate his feelings made him so mad.

He watched as you were dragged out of sight by Norton as Ada attempted to calm him down, that his behaviour was unacceptable as he stuffed his fingers in his mouth, chewing on already broken skin and nail. No, he loved you and you loved him, why didn't you see it yet?

Maybe he might need to show you his gift sooner than he liked. You needed to know how much he adored you... He never asks for much, please, he needs you.

Eli Clark | The Seer

This man is the only one out of the three that was able to learn how to form healthy relationships in his time outside of the manor so if he's the one interested in you, thank fuck.

He's missing Gertrude dearly and the fact that you remind him so much of her sends his heart aflutter in his chest so much that Brooke Rose has to tell him to calm down before he gives himself a literal stroke.

Probably the sweetest one since he'll do anything and everything in his power to make sure that you're happy and that you are able to go to him for anything. He values himself on being helpful, visions or not.

Probably foretold to himself that you would reject him and was oddly calm when you said 'no', but either way he was still smiling when he said "Then we can still be friends?"

[callimaria]

“BADA-BADA-BADA-BADA…”

𝑰𝑫𝑬𝑵𝑻𝑰𝑻𝒀 𝑽:

the sculptor // galatea:

💗 she can’t help but view you as the most precious statue, for her only. [YANDERE]

the embalmer // aesop carl:

💗 you take the time to dance with them. [FLUFF]

the seer // eli clark:

💗 you take the time to dance with them. [FLUFF]

the ‘prisoner’ // luca balsa:

💗 you take the time to dance with them. [FLUFF]

💗 you two are such a pair, fitting together like puzzle pieces. [FLUFF]

the gardener // emma woods:

💗 you take the time to dance with them. [FLUFF]

the painter // edgar valden:

💗 where, through a moment of painting, he finds his muse is you. [FLUFF]

💗 did you seriously just call them a karen? [CRACK]

💗 as night falls, he would much rather prefer you stay with him than leave. [FLUFF]

the mercenary // naib subedar:

💗 sure, he’s a lone wolf; but he needs to protect you. [FLUFF]

💗 is he.. bald? is this really a question? aren’t you the one dating him..? [CRACK]

the evil reptilian & the professor // luchino diruse:

💗 he’s there for you when you need it, and right now you just want to hold his hand. [FLUFF] <- hunter ver!

💗 you take the time to dance with them. [FLUFF] <- hunter ver!

💗 a rebellious lizard on the loose sure is one way for a ‘meet-cute’ to happen? [FLUFF] <- hunter ver!

💗 not even your shyness will stop you from getting a hug from him.. you think. [FLUFF] <- survivor ver!

the bloody queen // mary:

💗 you take the time to dance with them. [FLUFF]

the geisha // michiko:

💗 you take the time to dance with them. [FLUFF]

the perfumer // vera nair:

💗 death leads into true euphoria, for a mind as twisted as hers. [YANDERE]

wu chang // xie bi’an & fan wujiu:

💗 an interaction involving a hateful teacher. [YANDERE]

💗 an interaction in which you’re amazed an umbrella can contain your father figure(s) in it. [FLUFF]

💗 an interaction where you wonder about their ‘plain’ umbrella. [FLUFF]

💗 an interaction in which you call your boyfriends a ‘hot oreo.’ [CRACK/FLUFF]

💗 an interaction where you ask to keep someone for them. [???]

the ripper // jack:

💗 an interaction involving the discussion of card games.. along with blackjack. [YANDERE]

the batter // ganji gupta:

💗 an interaction where your boyfriend doesn’t understand spanish, but understands you ate the last oreo. [CRACK]

the photographer // joseph desaulniers:

💗 did you seriously just call them a ‘karen’? [CRACK]

the wildling // murro morton:

💗 you awkwardly recount the day you first stumbled and stammered over him. [FLUFF]

the feaster // hastur:

💗 there’s either something wrong, or you’ve somewhat gained him as a companion. [FLUFF]

the grave keeper // andrew kreiss:

💗 an interaction where your boyfriend can’t handle you calling him a “pretty boy.” [FLUFF]

the violinist // antonio:

💗 an interaction in which your father figure’s too old to understand your DJ joke. [CRACK]

💗💗💗

𝑩𝑶𝑻𝑯 𝑭𝑨𝑵𝑫𝑶𝑴𝑺 // 𝑨𝑳𝑳 𝑪𝑯𝑨𝑹𝑨𝑪𝑻𝑬𝑹𝑺:

💗 after your illness takes you away, all they have left of you is the music you left them. [ANGST]

“BOOM!”

[1-800-kinhelp]

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please read through this post for my rules, submission guidelines and service information before requesting! 

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sources: DSMP, hetalia, harry potter, countryhumans, boyfriend to death, killing stalking, y*richin, your boyfriend, yandere simulator, euphoria 

characters & ships: haiji towa, endeavor, william afton, teruteru hanamura, junko enoshima, naiad (identity v), baizhu (genshin) // junko x mikan, shinji x asuka OR rei, deku x bakugo, byakuya x toko, joseph desaulniers x aesop carl, anything incestuous, p3dophilic or otherwise abusive. 

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[yanderes-galore]

Hey, how about Joseph Desaulniers x reader. "The Cult of Her Body". As Joseph looks at her face lovingly, he runs thin, cold fingers over her body.

I assume this is a prompt for a worship type of Yandere? I'm going to change the title but I will do a Worship Yandere! Joseph short.

Everlasting Beauty

Yandere! Joseph Desaulniers Short

Possible Trigger Warnings: Yandere behavior, Obsession, Threats of murder, Mentioned death, Implied kidnapping, Manipulation, Forced kissing/touching, Delusional behavior, Tension, Possessive behavior, Hickeys.

You find yourself shivering under the cold touch of the man in front of you. Supernatural blue eyes stare half-lidded into your own while freezing fingers touch your cheek softly.

You were always so beautiful to him....

When he was alive he'd never encountered someone as stunning as you. He never tried to look, either, focused on the idea of immortality.

But now that he had achieved his goal, he could look. That's how he found you. Someone he fell for almost instantly....

Your looks, personality, and body... it all enamored the photographer.

It felt heavenly to have your warmth against him. His cold body instantly overwhelmed by your heat whenever he guides his hands over you.

"You mean so much to me..."

The photographer breathes the confession, hands moving downwards softly. He couldn't keep himself away from you too long. You were someone he'd worship for eternity.

"You are like a deity to me. A religion, if you will. I'll praise and worship you everyday... for I love you just that much, mon ange." (My Angel)

You try to shift yourself away from his touch but he only pulls you closer. Those marble-like eyes of his held nothing but a lovestruck obsession.

One you wish wasn't directed towards you.

You refused the urge to gag when you felt cold lips kiss the corner of your mouth, his grip tightening ever so slightly. Everything about Joseph felt cold.

Probably because he technically wasn't alive or dead, that camera world of his making everything feel like some sort of purgatory.

"Look at me, dear."

Hesitantly you look towards him, another kiss is pressed to your skin. He won't stop making eye contact with you as he licks and bites your skin, making it purple.

"I'm the only man for you. Alive or dead, we belong to each other. I won't hesitate to enforce this if I have to."

You feel him kiss harder, one hand stroking your side. His skin was cold, but the blade at your back was colder.

"I'll only love you. In return, I want you to only love me. I'll praise and adore you as long as I can have your love in return."

Joseph then makes himself eye level to you, a grin on his face. Your face held so much beauty, even in fear. A beauty that was all his.

"Doesn't it sound wonderful? With me, you can be treated like royalty. Even if you say no... I can't just let you leave."

Another kiss is pressed to you, this time on your quivering fearful lips.

"So what do you say? Won't you let me worship your everlasting beauty?"