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bygiornogiovanna · 10 months

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Idea. Yandere Jolyne x male reader who's Kakyoin's son and are childhood friends and they also have a daughter together who is still a newborn. But he leaves Jolyne as he doesn't trust her with there daughter. But Jolyne finds them and says "Yare Yare Dawa. I don't want to leave her family like my old man did to me and my mom." And takes reader away. Also this is in 2017 5 years after part 6 ended and Kakyoin dies to Pucci so Pucci would die to Jotaro so Kakyoin's son is also still depressed about his dad's death which is why him and Jolyne hook up to try and make him happy but it doesn't work. Just wanted to clarify that. So seems like a lot to work with but I think you can something good out of this.

This is an interesting idea. I like it. Let's see how well I can do. First time writing a x male fic, i think.

Tell me if i missed any detail! (I hope I didn't lol)

happy (almost) 500 followers!

apologize it took so long.

Won't get away

(Yandere! Jolyne x Male reader)

It all started 5 years ago.

Jotaro and Kakyoin, as well as their children, were fighting against the priest that tried to finish what Dio started.

It was a tough fight, the time speeding so fast was confusing. Weeks passed with every minute and they had no time to waste. If they didn't stop Pucci, Dio's dream would come true.

"Emerald Splash!" Kakyoin screamed, directing his Hierophant Green in attempt to distract Pucci, who was getting awfully close to Jolyne. It worked, the priest's attention now on him, creating the perfect bait for the start of their plan.

"Star Platinum! The World!" Jotaro yelled and time stopped. Nothing was moving anymore, but Jotaro knew he had only a few seconds to do something or the battle would be over. He had to move and do something, anything now.

7 seconds left.

Before he could reach Pucci and snap his neck, Jotaro noticed something horrifying.

Both Kakyoin and Jolyne were in danger.

Kakyoin was surrounded by hundreds of knives that would stab his insides the very second time would start again. Exactly the same position he was in 23 years ago, when he battled Dio.

5 seconds left.

And his daughter had Pucci right beside her, his fist an inch away from piercing her stomach.

For the first time in his life, Jotaro was terrified.

Life put him in the position of choosing whether to save his life-long bestfriend, taking the risk of ending the world or save his daughter and bring this hell to an end.

His heart was racing in his chest, beads of sweat dripping down his forehead.

4 seconds left.

His eyes darted to Kakyoin, all the memories of what they went through flashing in his mind.

They moved to his son, who was standing there frozen as everyone else. He would hate him forever.

3 seconds left.

You can't do good without sacrifices.

He learned that long ago, after losing two of his other friends.

With pain in his heart, Jotaro made his decision. He dashed to Pucci and pushed him away from Jolyne, his punches letting all his fury out.

"Time starts moving again." He whispered and everything resumed. The injured priest was thrown away at an insane speed, landing straight into a building with a fatal injury.

At the same time, Kakyoin was pierced by the knifes, falling helplessly onto the ground. As soon as Jolyne realised what happened, she called out her stand into an useless attempt of saving the red haired man.

However, it was too late.

Both Kakyoin and Pucci died, proof being the disappearance of their stands. Time moved at a normal speed again, minutes passing correctly, while the emeralds left by Noriaki vanished.

"Dad!" An awful scream made its way out of your lungs, tears flooding your eyes at the realization. You ran to your father's lifeless body, shaking him. "Please, dad, no! Don't leave me too!"

Jotaro felt his usually stoic heart crumble into pieces at the sound so he looked in other direction, far away to the ocean. His breathing was heavy, both because of the injuries and the guilt he felt.

There was nothing he could do anymore.

Ever since that day, you fell into a sever depression. You were constantly thinking about your father and why did the universe decide it should take him from you.

You couldn't blame Jotaro for choosing to save the world over saving your father. It was the right decision. But you also couldn't get over the fact that the only person you had left disappeared.

You looked like a mess every day and even if you had a job, you couldn't say your life was good. Your only social contact outside your work zone was Jolyne and you honestly couldn't say it was good.

Her emerald eyes were a constant reminder of your dad's stand, which made your heart break every time.

Jolyne was desperate. She had no clue what to do with you. Most considered you were a lost cause, but she didn't want to give up on you. She refused to. You two grew up togheter, she could not give you up.

It broke her heart. Seeing you like this made her want to cry out.

She tried talking you into therapy, but you refused to cooperate.

"Come on, it's been years, Y/N. You have to stop drinking your pain away, you are ruining yourself! Your dad would hate seeing you like this!" she said, shaking you. When you were not at work, you would drown yourself in alcohol, being your only escape.

"Stop."

"It's true! Mr. Noriaki would hate seeing how you destroy yourself every day, he-" she wanted to scold you again, but you suddenly yelled–

"Stop talking about him as if you know anything! It's only your fault anyway!"

Jolyne took a step back at your outburst. She knew you didn't mean it, but with the way your eyes held a deep hatred...Her heart ache.

"Yare yare dawa..." she shook her head, biting the inner part of her lip anxiously. You took drunk steps towards her, your much taller frame covering hers. "You have no idea what you're saying, let's get you to bed." the girl murmured, going to take your hand but you jerked away from her, almost falling before you were able to brace yourself.

"I'm t-tired of everyone acting like the-y kn...knew my father! I'm the only one th-at " you stumbled upon your words. "I'm just f-fine with how I live."

"Whatever you say." she took your arm successfully this time and dragged you to your room. You were trying to get away from her grip, but she refused to let go, throwing you onto the bed easily because of your drunk self.

The next day, you couldn't remember anything from that night. The only thing you remembered was that her lips met yours to shut you up and, from then...Blank. Everything was blank.

When you opened your eyes, you certainly didn't expect to see Jolyne laying next to you....naked. You looked around the room, the bright light burning your eyes. This was your room, there was no doubt. So why was Jolyne naked?

You knew she had a habit to sleep in her lingerie, but that didn't explain why you were also naked. It couldn't be that, could it?

However, the ache on your broad shoulders going all the way to your lower back, the way her neck was covered in small bite marks and hickeys, along with the ripped sheets beneath her, proved you wrong. That it could be.

You and your childhood best friend, Jolyne Cujoh, just had sex. And from the unseenable condom, it was unprotected.

No words were spoken between the two of you as Jolyne muttered a small 'Yare yare dawa' when she first got up. And she just left in silence, leaving you alone with your thoughts.

Even if it wasn't the right thing to do, you completely cut off every single way she could contact you. Blocking her number and all of her social medias, even her father's and her friends', you even went as far as changing the locks in your home, you ignored her existence as if she never existed in the first place. Not even knowing about the growing baby in her belly.

And, that didn't go unnoticed by the young female.

The woman wasn't patient as this trait didn't run in her family. She tried everything, even broke into your home, which almost made you get you a restraining order.

That, until you saw the loose skin on her belly, decorated with stretch marks. Which could indicate only one thing. A previous pregnancy.

"Where is the child, Jolyne?" you asked coldly as the woman glared at you with bright green eyes.

"She is in the car with Ermes. Now, you will come with me, get your life back together and raise that damn child!" she hissed at you with a stern and determinated look on her face.

"No. The child comes with me, I don't trust you with her. Not after what ha-" you were about to say but suddenly, a bright blue string wrapped around your mouth multiple times, shutting you up.

"Don't you dare finish that fucking sentence. Don't blame my father for your father's death." Jolyne spoke angrily with a twisted look in her eyes.

You whined in protest, summoning your stand to try and fight back but the string around your mouth only tightened. She was undeniably stronger than you so you retreated your stand immediately.

"Yare yare dawa..." she clicked her tongue annoyed. "I don't want her to have an incomplete family as I did. You won't leave like my old man did to me. Under no circumstances will I allow that." the crazy tone that lingered in her voice made you shiver as you never saw Jolyne so determined.

"You will be with me. End of the discussion. Willingly or not, you are mine."

And after that, everything went blank.

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shineonyoucrazyyandere · 6 months

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Could I just like make a request about the jojos having a darling who does literally everything to stay away. Like they come up with the dumbest excuses or do dumb stuff just to stay away

woot woot, this’ll be my first thing with Jodio hopefully I can write him correctly before doing headcanons. Sort of more of a reaction thingy but hope it satisfies, since I’m trying to get back into a groove of things.

Jonathan

His heart flutters hearing you stumble on excuses, he can tell you’re lying but he doesn’t mention this. Though he finds it in your best interest to have someone looking out for you, in the end. Whatever little thing you busy yourself with, he finds a way to come around. Sometimes it just happens to align with his father’s request to fetch something. Just maybe he twists things around to something you like, even if it only keeps you around for a few extra seconds.

Joseph

The biggest trickster there is, it’s near impossible to try and get out of anything with Joseph. “Mmm, you already used that one” He gives you a quick wink. He knows where you hang out mostly, and can easily tell if you’re not the “ruffian” type. If you’re a bit snarky yourself, he does his best to make you slip up. Or if he’s really determined waste enough time that you don’t have to bother with that other “task” you had to do.

Jotaro

Blunt. To put it lightly, Yare Yare leaves his lips as soon as you stumble through an excuse. He knows how efficiently you may or may not get things done. Anything you’re usually not fond of makes him raise an eyebrow (immediate suspicion if it’s possibly just to impress some other person). It almost feels like an interrogation when he asks the sudden interest in whatever you spilled out. Forget trying to do anything dumb, fib or otherwise he’s not letting you do it. Even if you do manage to slip off and go out on your own, Jotaro is around somewhere.

Josuke

Similar to Joseph he’s pretty on top of silly excuses, because he’s probably made up a thing or two himself. The best course of action for him is making up an excuse himself to get into whatever you made up on the fly. If you ask, he tells you he doesn’t know what you’re talking about. Even if it’s obvious he’s lying to you, he makes it nigh impossible to leave “hey that’s what you said you were doing”.

Giorno

He definitely knows the ins and outs about you, so lying won’t likely get you very far. Besides every little excuse you do make, he seems to always have a counter for. It’s almost freaky, if you don’t know how much Giorno negotiates. Though there’s times he let’s you go on the basis of a flimsy lie. Rest assured though something goes missing and it always leads back to him. Anything out of the ordinary for you is promptly taken care of, “That’s a rather interesting way to try to keep away from me” He’d tell you in a friendly tone.

Jolyne

Like her father she can be pretty blunt herself, even insists it’s not a great idea to stray too far. The little excuses you make are intriguing to her, but she counters with her own plans. Sometimes she’ll get you lipstick and see if you’ll wear it out later, depending on what you told her you were supposedly doing that day. Little runarounds with you keep her on her toes making sure you don’t run off. Simple things like getting you to spend extra time with her, with her own little excuses. Eventually there might be a time your handcuffed to her bed, for a day or two. “Don’t you ever get tired of making up stuff? It’d just be easier being here with me you know, I’ve got your back”

Johnny

He’s rather scary when you make up something on the fly to avoid him. His blue eyes bore into your soul, unless he uses spin there’s usually nothing much he can do. As he improves however, the space between the two of you slowly shrinks. Johnny makes it certain one way or another your attention is drawn back to himself. He notes everything you do, so if you don’t “have” something he either has an extra or absolutely knows you have an item. Similar likely happens with your horses habits. If he’s determined he manages to pin you under him. He merely mumbles “Stay” at a little too close for comfort distance.

Josuke (Part 8)

He’s curious at some of the excuses you make here and there. Or hearing about things you’d usually wouldn’t do. He’s not dumb obviously, so he asks if there’s a reason you’re avoiding him. The possible roundabout answers you give, don’t really satisfy. It is cute you’re nervous about it though. He may just simply ignore some of the things you tell him to try and keep your distance. Josuke wants to see you anyway, if he can’t he might try and call just to test if you’re at a certain place. “There’s nothing that can convince me to keep away” He’d tell you at one point or another.

Jodio

“Li~ar, liar~” At least this is what happens when you come up with something on the fly. Admittedly he’s busy with trying to get rich, but since he likes you on a level enough to significantly care. The things you tell him don’t quite match up. It’s not really hard to tell you’re avoiding him, he might even put that out bluntly. He’ll show up randomly when you least expect it, he might swipe something from a friend or delay a meetup somehow. “I don’t really care about whoever else you hang out with ya’ kno~w, it only should be a me and you thing”.

“Just don’t get used to thinking you can avoid me all the time”

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ophelian-darling · 8 months

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𝐌𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬.

𝐅𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: Jonathan Joestar, Joseph Joestar, Jotaro Kujo, Josuke Higashikata, Giorno Giovanna and Jolyne Cujoh - gn reader.

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 : There's more than a way to say I love you, yet there are many too ways to say I hate you.

TW : Obsession, delusional thoughts, verbal abuse.

enjoy ♡

𝐉𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐉𝐨𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫:

♡ : Thank you for everything you do for me, JoJo.

It fills him with blessing to know how much his words and actions are something with great meaning in your eyes. Faithful servant when in love- except that everything he does sources from the warmest atoms of his soul and from the deepest corners of his heart. Jonathan fights the world to see you happy, and rests with a smile when he earns the slightest curve of your lips; to him, it's the ultimate gift he can ever receive- your Love.

- You mean nothing to me.

Tears- everything that would wash him with agony strikes at once. the sensation of tearing the flesh of a heart open accompanies your words; deeply cutting and painful, causing all of his insecurities to float : Am I being useless again darling? Am I being a burden? Have you grown tired of me? He can't help it when he sheds these tears: He had lost all of your affection and care. the only source of warmth he had, now doused in the cruelest way possible.

𝐉𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐩𝐡 𝐉𝐨𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫 :

♡ : I like you , you're awesome!

Just imagine it, that ghost of a blush coffined beneath a confident smirk and a glinting wink! Joseph catches a love fever once you state that his presence around you is enjoyable. He feels that he already aimed at the moon by gaining your trust and company- it meant that you were besotted with him in return, regardless of whatever you said about considering him as a mere brother or a dear friend. JoJo sees the colors of your eyes soften as you say so, it is surely, undoubtedly love!

- We're done.

a swift of a cut that it doesn't elicit any pain at first, then it's repeated again, slightly stinging, then it rolls down your tongue, fully sinking in his soul. How could you?! Was the thing in the middle of your chest a hard stone to not see or feel a fraction of his love towards you?! a heavy realization of being used falls on his head like a heavy anvil: the blood in his veins floats just right under his skin, painting anger as red, yet the pale dread underneath can't be helped. Why? He would scream at you, but the reasons were nothing of an importance, you just toyed harshly with his feelings.

𝐉𝐨𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐨 𝐊𝐮𝐣𝐨 :

♡ : I'm always by your side.

It ignites a pleasant warmth within his heart and shines through his eyes; it confesses his undying love and loyalty for you, regardless of whatever mean words he utter. No force on earth can banish him from you: From the depths of Inferno to the ends of earth and above in the heavens, He would remain with you forever, his lineaments engraved under your eyelids and in the darkest curtains of your vision. JoJo doesn't show it, but he's on cloud nine to know that you're staying as well- that he finally earned your love.

- Nobody loves you, not even me.

He's already aware. Half of people fear him, the other hates him, and there were you, probably feeling something negative swirl inside you towards him, now confirming it with each spiteful letter you let out. Couldn't you just shut the fuck up and swallow it instead of saying it out loud? He spits, the words of you reiterating louder and louder in his mind that now he can't unhear. You've just ruined everything for him, he had peacefully thought that everything went well, that your protests and complaints were just a childish fit- but now, it's all so grotesquely real: you truly hated him, and for the first time ever, he has no idea what he should do.

𝐉𝐨𝐬𝐮𝐤𝐞 𝐇𝐢𝐠𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐤𝐚𝐭𝐚 :

♡ : You're cute! I like your hair!

Nobody can stop him, the boy with a heart of diamond and eyes of warm seas! Everything in his eyes glints with beauty; especially you: everything about you is a well crafted detail, say your eyes, your smile or the contours of your face. The subject of his daydreams- they were made of spring rain drops and cotton candy, the enchanting human whom he had a silly intense crush on called him cute! Was there even a better time to be alive? to be praised by someone you adored was the epitome of being coddled beyond any wishes of a young man madly in love!

- Look at you, pathetic and ugly.

Huh?!

It's all that he can think of as a response. Your words take a slow effect on him; as if he was trying to process it in another different light, in a gentle way that didn't convey the clear in them. At first, He's at sixes and sevens for a few minutes: people who are in love together were supposed to have each other's back, to boost each other's confidence and accept them whatever and whoever they were- so why were you saying this to him now? obviously it wasn't a joke, your voice was too cold to warm the words into a playful comment, he would have accepted them if you were just a tad above expressful, not a doll that just stares back eerily. He should be angry, but it just melts in tears, all of his hidden insecurities emerge into existence, and not even Crazy Diamond is able to fix the shatters of his heart.

𝐆𝐢𝐨𝐫𝐧𝐨 𝐆𝐢𝐨𝐯𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐚 :

♡ : You mean the world to me.

Galatea to Pygmalion, Juliet to Romeo, Layla to Qays- You to Giorno. Romanticism wasn't something he was versed in, but in a blink of an eye, the world fell into a pink blur, filling everything with such amour a human never had in a little heart. GioGio ponders to himself that you were an Angel, a poor pure plumed creature that tripped and fell into the land of the stained; worth to be kept in a vitrine till the sun burns away. The smile that dances on his lips when he hears your gratitude, the joy he feels when his efforts of shielding you are finally noticed by you equate the flow of sweetness he tasted for the first time he saw you: Love.

- You're a monster.

The gray flicker in his eyes blends with the greens of his irises; it doesn't reflect on your face that you just hurt him, while having the audacity to brand him as a monster. His patience contained all of your attitudes, he bottled up every evil word you threw at him and continued to offer more than he should for the sake of winning back some or little of your affection, but to no avail. The mayhem under his skin is concealed by force, consuming whatever left of his patience as he makes you toe the line. You're selfish- you always were, yet he can't help his love for you.

𝐉𝐨𝐥𝐲𝐧𝐞 𝐂𝐮𝐣𝐨𝐡 :

♡ : Good Girl!

Valentine, Friends and dates- High school sweethearts and kisses! Her world is a ridiculously colored picture of a sunny day; her imagination paints a world where she is with you and nothing could ever go wrong. How much would she offer to just touch the tips of your fingers with her hands? nothing less than what she is able to count! JoJo wanders around you in the excitement of a puppy around its master, waiting for a treat or a word of praise for pleasing them. She wants you to say it again, over and over again, to no end! A Good girl was a girl in Love!

- How annoying you are.

She had heard someone she loved before say this, but who were they?

Remorse falls heavily on her like a dark curtain- She'd just ruined the best thing she ever had in life. She blames herself for being too clingy, too needy and too desperate- she carries the shame and burden like weights on her shoulders, staggering as the remains of her confidence seep through the fractures. Your sweet words and praises were brightening her existence; was she to be something if you didn't adore her? The talkative, open and daring Jolyne is now nothing but a silent, gloomy and wounded little girl, asking for a little of love and receiving none no matter how much she gave.

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yanderememes · 2 years

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How will yandere jojos react if their darling is super attractive and popular? Like the darling got hit on almost every single day. Jealous yanderes are the best!

I love me some jelly yanderes~

Jonathan

Joseph

Jotaro

Credit: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=P6UxA6NQ4YQ&ab_channel=Neverland

Josuke

Giorno

Jolyne

Johnny

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dilfartist · 1 year

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Mine, and mine alone

Pairing; Corpse bride Jolyne x reader

TW; death, cheating, forced marriages, yandere themes, homophobia mentioned, religion mentioned, age gap mentioned, NSFW mentioned a couple of times.

Word count: 4.5K

A/n; So sorry this took me a long time! I was hoping all the requests would be finished during Halloween, but I procrastinated and wanted at least on fic to be released in October. So sorry in advance if it seems rushed

You never understood why playing chess was such a complicated task for you.

The black queen is raised aloft off the chessboard. Your eyes skim the chessboard, searching for its rightful place to claim your win against your opponent. Your opponent -also known as the head butler of the estate- Richard, observed quietly, eyes following your hand that clasped the chest piece. A sensation of frustration grows by the minute, the sound of the fire crackling from the fire pit overwhelming you, interrupting your concentration.

Richard shakes his head, chuckling. “Chess is a game of skill; the game isn't for everyone, Mrs.L/n,” Richard says, his thin lips forming into a soft smile.

Richard shifts in his chair, extending his arm to reach for his teacup. “Chess is a game of skill.” Richard reminds you, just as he did a million times before you decided to play. “the game isn't for everyone, Mrs.L/n.”

“Yes, I know, but what less is there to do?” you whine. “I've already read all the interesting books in the library. There isn't much for me to do outside. And my soon-to-be husband is rarely home. I want nothing more than to go back to my hometown. I now despise the luxuries you once prayed to have.”

Not too long ago, you lived in a small town near a giant forest. You lived in poverty all your life; your parents struggled to keep food on the table or even a roof over your head. You remember wishing on many stars, praying to whoever listened to grant you the wish to live in riches, and not worrying about how your parents would pay the overdue rent. A life where you could relax. However, if obtaining your wish meant you’d have to be married to a selfish man, then you’d happily throw away your dreams.

(You recall the event vividly; Resting your head against the carriage window, you watched as the autumn-colored trees grew in number. The words ‘wouldn't take long’ were nothing but a lie; it felt like an eternity since you’d left the city. You're growing tired of sitting in one spot. Growing tired of the many bumps on the route, the coachmen decided to use. Weary of taking naps, hoping to pass the time.

A fuzzy sensation in your warning you that the next nap will cost you a headache.

Your eyes glance at your mother, sitting across from you. She quietly reads a novel she brought along. You, yourself, would have taken something on the ride if it weren't for the fact your mother rushed you into the carriage with no explanation.

Then again, you should have known what she was up to when you saw her with one of the only gowns she owns, telling you to dress in one of the fanciest dresses she’d purchased you the week prior; A seafoam green gown accompanied by a pair of long white gloves. Your lips form into a deep grimace. You look back to the window.

You’ve always dreamed of a life of luxury. Growing up struggling, all you could do was fantasize about the day you would live in riches, not having to worry about how your parents would pay the overdue rent. A life where you could relax.

However, if obtaining your wish meant you’d have to be married to a selfish man, then you’d happily throw away your dreams.

You hear paper folding, then a loud sigh fleeing your mother. “Stop with the grumpy face, Y/n. You know this is for the family. You know doing this will lead us all to a better life.” She chastised in a mumble, sending you a glare.

You shift in your seat, looking down at your hands. “Why does it have to be me?” you started. “Why can't you marry the old man?”

Your mother clicks her tongue, “how many times do I have to tell you he is attracted to younger women? I'm far too old for him.”

Your head snaps in your mother’s direction, hands bawling. “I can't believe you're doing this, mom! You don't even care about my feelings. You’re just selling me off to some pervert. And for what? A couple of thousand? Do I not matter to you?” you’re nearly in tears, breathing unsteadily, biting your lower lip to keep yourself from cursing.

Your mother snaps her fingers at you, “Don't raise your voice at me! Don't forget who you’re talking to!” you turn your head back to the window. “We need the money, Y/n. I don't want to do this either, but we have no choice.”

You slumped back in your seat: starting an Altercation would get you nowhere. Your mother’s mind never changes.

Placing her novel to the side, Your mother uncrosses her legs, inching closer to you. She takes your hands into her, starting deep into your eyes. Your eyes meet with your mother’s pity-filled orbs. “I promise, once we have all the money needed, we will come to get you.”

You close your eyes, feeling your body shaking against your mother’s motionlessly still hands. You can't find your voice, so you nod your head. You pray silently to any god listening for her to keep her promise. She leans back, returning to her novel.

The rest of the carriage ride was silent, no one uttering anything. You proceeded with staring out the window while your mother continued reading.

You notice the change in the panorama outside of the window. The trees lessened in number until there were none in sight. A vast sybaritic manor appeared, an enormous river beside it, no plant life besides grass

The carriage slows, then comes to a cessation. The carriage door on the right side squeaks open, and an emaciated man stands holding it open, greeting you with a welcoming smile. “Mrs. L/n, we have arrived to master Beckwith's manor.” The butler assists you both out of the carriage to the entrance of the manor.

You step out onto the stoned road, placing on your white sun hat to protect your eyes from the blinding sun. It hasn't even been five minutes, yet your skin is trickling with sweat. “Geez, it's hot out here!” The butler chuckles slightly, “Well, that's the Florida heat for you. You’re going to have to get used to it out here. Especially during the night.”

The front doors of the manor push open, and a middle-aged man walks out. The man models a fancy white suit with slicked-back brunette-colored hair with strands of grey in the front of his hairline. “Ah, Mrs. L/n. Sorry if I've kept you ladies waiting. I had some unexpected business to attend to,” he announces with a husky southern accent.

The man approaches your mother first, greeting her with a kiss on each cheek, then he turns his attention to you, a smile stretching on his face revealing a yellow-crooked smile. “And you are supposed to be my bride-to-be? You’re more beautiful in person!” his callused hand grabs yours, raising the back of your hand to his lips, and he places a gentle kiss. “I will cherish you forever, my dear.”)

Living with John wasn't the nightmare you had expected it to be. In the mornings, you awake in a lonely bed. John usually awakes at the crack of dawn to ride into town for business purposes. The servants serve you a decent breakfast, giving you thirty minutes to eat, then it's off to training.

John hired a woman named Gwendolyn to teach you the etiquette of a rich wife. Gwendolyn belonged to the Jones family; a wealthy family John worked along. Gwendolyn grew up taught what a woman was expected to do as a wife, and so she coveted you for being engaged to John.

She made this fact clear as day by torturing you each session. Gwendolyn told John lies about you, she hit you multiple times with her ruler declaring you were intentionally messing up, and she announced to a room of John’s coworkers that you’d never become the wife John needed.

Not only was she ruining your life, but she was also screwing your husband behind your back. You bet they were at it this very moment. It infuriated you. If John was committed to a young woman, why have an affair with a woman in her late twenties?

You theorized, John only engaged with you because others thought highly of him. Gwendolyn was considered hideous to many people and John Not wanting to be a laughing stock, John selected you to be his bride. Though you had no feelings for John, your feelings were hurt.

You slump back into your armchair, a grimace tugging on your lips. Leaning against the rose gold armchair, a huff of frustration escapes you. “Do you have anything, at all, that would entertain me?”

Richard thought for a moment, a hand stroking his chin. Richards's eyes widen in what seemed to be a realization, “I've worked in this mansion for many years; perhaps, I have a story or two that might satisfy your boredom.”

“Really?” you ask.

A cheeky smile blossoms on Richards's face, his excitement akin to a child on Christmas morning. Richard jubilantly rises from his chair, striding towards a dusty bookcase; His fingertip drags down the side of the bookcase until it finally halts at the letters J - M. Richard grabs, from what you can make out to be, a jewelry box. Richard inhales before blowing harshly on the jewelry box, blowing away all the dust. “There we go,” Richard mumbles, slowly approaching you.

Richard sets the box in front of you; Richard shows off a ring of keys, holding a single tiny key, “If this story piques your interest, then I'll gladly tell you the story.” You share a look for a moment. Instinctively, your arm reaches for the key.

Your eyes travel to the golden plate on top of the lock. Engraved on the golden plate is the name Jolyne Cujoh, written in cursive. Inserting the key, you unhurriedly twist it. The box unlocks ajar with a click. A breathtaking melody fades in as a butterfly a mixture of green and blue, twirls in the center of the box.

In one of the cubbies, you grab a folded paper. Unfolding the paper, it showed a crinkled photograph of a gorgeous woman. You felt your cheeks flush drinking up her features. The woman, Jolyne, had a muscular physique, which you could only describe as a slim to athletic build. She wore her hair quite differently than most women; two sections of her hair were two different colors, the dark section of her hair in buns while the lighter part was braided or framed her face. The picture was a faded brown color, leading you to create your image of the real Jolyne.

“What happened to her?”

Richard lets out a long sigh, sauntering over to the chair across from yours. “She was a lovely woman, to say the least. You would have been the best of friends.” Richard smiles sadly. You felt your lips drop into a frown, “I see..” you spoke softly, “what happened to her. Is she dead?”

Richard nods, picking up his teacup and blowing the heat. “I'm afraid so.“

Richard sips his tea then places it back on the table and proceeds with his story. “The Jisso family used to own this manor. They lived here for forty years till they decided to hand the property over to their son Romeo Jisso. Not much after Mr. Jisso met Mrs. Cujoh. She was like a love-sick puppy, following around everywhere, obeying his every command, looking for his praise. She truly was in love with him. Mr. Jisso proposed to her, a Dimond ring and all. Of course, she was over the moon and agreed almost instantly. There was no convincing that girl out of the relationship, for her fate was sealed. During the middle of the wedding, police came in unannounced and declared Jolyne was a murderer. Jolyne was innocent, yet her husband told the police otherwise.”

Richards's eyebrows furrowed, the corners of his mouth tugging down to create a scowl. “Matter of fact, I watched Mr.Romeo murder the man in cold blood. Being the coward he was I wasn't surprised he accused someone else. Yet, I hadn't expected him to blame Jolyne. She died that night. They didn't even try to hear her side of the story, nor did they care to find evidence to prove her guilty.”

“That bastard got what he had coming,” Richard said in a hushed-irate tone. You could barely hear him, even in a silent room.

“What happened to him.”

“They found him dead with his tongue cut off. At first, I thought Mr.Jisso committed suicide. However, I knew one thing about Mr. Jisso; he was a coward. He’d never take his own life. It leads me to believe Jolyne-somehow some way- killed Mr.Jisso. There is no evidence to support my theory. It's merely a gut feeling. And in a way, I'm happy she had her revenge in the end.”

The room fell mute, your eyes never leaving Richard’s. Richard’s lips upturned into his recognizable kind smile, “Here, I'm sure you’d love to explore her personal garden; wouldn't you?” Richard reached into his pants pocket, digging out what you assume to be the key.

A fist enters your vision. Your eyes flicker from Richard to his closed fist. Your hands' cup together, moving underneath Richard’s; He gently places the frigid-metal key in your hand.

Examining the key, you noticed the same blue and green butterfly from the jewelry box imprinted on the head of the key.

Richard stands from his chair, gathering all the dirty dishes on the table. “Jolyne’s garden is located on the top of the hill behind the manor. Might take a while climbing up the giant hill, but I assure you it's worth your while.” Richard exits the room, leaving you to your thoughts.

The conversation lingered in your mind the next day, interrupting many of your lessons with Gwendolyn. Much to her dismay.

You mulled over exploring the garden or not. On one hand, you could do more than just sit around in the manor wasting the day away. On the other hand, you weren't too kind about the idea of exploring a dead woman's garden, especially since she was said to be behind the murder of her late husband.

You sat in the library part of the manor, surrounded by dusty-ancient books. You stare off into the distance, staring at the hummingbirds outside the window, Instinctively

bouncing your left leg. You let out a bored huff. There truly wasn't anything for you to do.

You know what, Fuck it. Nothing is more interesting than exploring a dead woman's past.

You rushed out of the library, dashing up the stairs. Once you retrieved the key from your room, you placed on a light coat and grabbed a satchel hidden behind a rack of clothes in the closet beside the door. You left the manor, ignoring all of the maid's questions.

You followed the path up the hill, walking at a brisk pace. The garden peeks from the edge of the hill, reflecting the sunlight off the glass walls. You finally reach the peak of the hill. The garden is coated in thick grime, covered in overlapping vines, and tangled over one another. No one has been here for a long time.

Your fingers clasp the key in your bag. You insert the key inside the keyhole—the lock clicks. The door opens with a whine. The Interior of the garden is a dingy room surrounded by dead plants, wilted petals encircling the dead stems. A series of coughs discharge from your lips, the overwhelming smell of the plants too much for you. One particular thing you glimpsed in the corner caught your full attention; a rabble of blue butterflies with green tips on their wings. “Not every day you see that,” you mumble, passing into the garden.

Eyes skimming the room, you managed to more gain information about Jolyne’s character.

She enjoyed the same music artist as you, a mound of records set next to an untouched record player. She enjoyed the romance genre in writing. She spent most of her time hanging out with two women, whom she titled her best friends.

Deciding you had seen enough, turned to leave. However, your eyes caught sight of a book on the table beside the door. You approach the table, grabbing the book. You open the book and hold a chunk of pages, then let the pages slowly flutter by. It’s a Diary. Holding a deep interest in the diary, you pocket it, putting the diary in your satchel.

The diary was quite the entertainment you were searching for, to spare your lethargy.

Every entry she wrote was engaging- no, more like fun. You felt like you were having fun while reading. Jolyne somehow knew your humor, each page making you laugh to the point of tears pricking your eyes.

Jolyne mainly wrote in dairy about her engagement, friends, and relationship with her father; and a massive amount of smutty thoughts.

The next day, you revisited Jolyne's garden bringing along cleaning supplies. You groan slightly at the mess, eyes glancing back to the manor, considering possibly having one or two of the maids aid you in tidying up the place. "No, they already have too much on their plate. They'd hate me for assigning work they wouldn't be paid for." You chided yourself.

In two hours, the garden looked untouched. Well, almost. Much to your surprise, the butterflies never left their spot. Adding a pleasing aesthetic to the room, you let them be.

A Month passed by and you found yourself gaining an extreme liking to Jolyne. Not like a liking you'd have to a desert that you recently fancied and craved more of, no. The type of liking your lady friends describe when liking a man.

No! A woman in love with another, that's a sin! You'd never love Jolyne, romantically. Or that's what you reminded yourself.

If you were honest, even you knew your words were nothing but lies. You couldn't care anymore for John's affair, not even batting an eye when he and his mistress practically displayed their liaison to you. Your thoughts focused on Jolyne, and only Jolyne, during every part of your day. And shameful to say, you envisioned yourself as Jolyne's partner in many of her smut stories while your private time.

Fantasizing about her tongue dragging up and down your clit, teasing you by slowing her pace when she knew you were near your climax. You'd tug at her hair, whining for her to stop toying with you. Jolyne would chuckle lightly and fulfill your command.

John never had you hot and bothered the way she did: And even he started to notice you've started to drift from him, taking a fondness for someone different. And he wasn't a fan of this fact at all.

"Miss. L/N, you are late for dinner once again." Richard tisks in slight dissatisfaction, hanging the coat you shrugged off at the front door. You whirl around facing him with a guilt-ridden expression, "I'm sorry, Richard. I never pay attention to the time when I'm in the garden."

Richard smiles, milling toward you, " I can assure you, I have no problem with you enjoying your time In the garden. I have a problem with it being pitch black and cold as ice when you walk back to the manor unsupervised."

"I won't do it again, Richard."

Richard hums in acknowledgment of your words, taking them with a grain of salt. "You hungry? The chef's made your favorite." Richard sang the last part playfully.

"I thought something smelt good!"

You follow the scent down the dining hall until you stop at the dining room entryway. The doors are closed, meaning Gwendolyn has joined you for dinner. Pressing your ear gently against the door, you hear muffled noises which hope to god aren't what you expect to be happening. Knocking twice and announcing your presence, you hear the shifting of chairs scraping against the hardwood floors and hushed giggles before John approves of your arrival, uttering a "come in!"

Opening the door, a handful of reactions ensued. John gazes at you with a completely deadpan countenance, chewing a bite of his stake. Gwendolyn seats beside your fiance, unable

to contain her humor, a smirk spread across her freckled cheeks. The smudge of her red lipstick and the lipstick stain on the collar of John's shirt answered your questions from before. The maids look down with a mixture of guilt and anger.

You take your seat across the long table, quietly observing them. Your husband breaks the silence, "Ah, Y/n, my dear. You've finally joined dinner; we've been waiting for quite a while. Mind telling me where on earth you were?"

"Same place as always, the garden." You answer, scooping dinner from the bowls in front of you.

"Oh? Well, Gwendolyn says otherwise." Your husband replies nonchalantly. You glance up at John, noticing the way his grip compresses his glass. John was beyond pissed. What did she tell him?

Glowering at the pair from across the table, you placed the laid back on the table, ready to start a heated argument with how aggravated you were by their antics. “What evidence was given for you to believe her?”

John smiles, “she wouldn't lie to me.”

Gwendolyn smirks, indulging in your fury. Her countenance morphs by putting on a faux disappointment. “Y/n, how could you cheat on your fiance?! Have you no shame?! Of course, you don't. Gold diggers like yourself only want one thing and it's money.”

At this point, you were shaking with rage. Not only did she fuck your fiance behind your back, and make every day a living hell for you, but now she wanted to ruin your reputation.

You could give less of a fuck about what she and John did or what she thought of you. Regardless, you weren't going to let her mess you any longer.

You snatched the ladle of the dinner table. Using all of your might, you swung the ladle back and hurled it toward Gwendolyn. The ladle hit her with a loud ‘thunk!’. Gwendolyn fell to the floor with a whimper, she cradled her eye, a stream of sniffles before bawling.

John was quick to her aid, “Gwendolyn, are alright?!” he crouched to her level, examining her bruised face.

Without any regrets, you vacated the dining room whilst everyone else's attention concentrated on Gwendolyn. The freezing night air whistled in your ears as you jogged up the hill, tears slipping down your cheeks. You trip over your feet a couple of times until you reach the top of the hill. You enter the garden, collapsing to the ground.

You sobbed on the ground, your chest tightening enough to make it harder to breathe. No matter how much you wipe away the tears, they don't stop.

“I wish I never fucking- came in the first place!” you cried, .between your words. In an act of frustration, you twist your engagement ring off of your ring finger. Clutching the Golden spiral, you chuck it against the ground. You sit down on the nearest chair, taking a moment to breathe.

It takes a couple of minutes, possibly thirty, for you to finally console your nerves. You stare at the floor blankly, numerous thoughts flowing through your mind all at once. All are questions of what comes next. What will happen when you return to the manor? Will he kick you out for good? Punish you? Call the authorities, or call off the engagement and find someone?

Whatever fate had in store for you, you aren't ready to find out.

The thought of running off with his money comes to mind. Not only would you be free of an unfaithful partner you hold no affection for, but you also needn't worry about finances. To set the plan into motion you needed to grab the ring; it most definitely held some valuability to it.

Your eyes trail over to the spot you threw the ring. Unfortunately, the ring was nowhere in sight. The ring possibly bounced when hitting the floor. You arise from your seat, striding over to the corner with butterflies. Crouching to your knees, you waved your hand to shoo away the insects. The ring was hooked around something. What was it hooked around? You, yourself had no clue.

Begrudgingly, you pinched the ring, slowly raising the ring off the object. Unexpectedly, a skinless hand wrapped around your arm holding an ironclad grip. An inhumane scream releases from your throat: your throat searing the longer you yowl.

What seems to be a corpse ascends from the earth, using your body to pull itself out of the soil its body was buried in. Using your left leg, you boot the corpse in the face, over and over till it frees you. You roll onto your abdomen, using your nails to dig into the wood, pushing yourself forward. "Don't be scared, baby!" A female voice coos, below you.

You pay no mind to the voice, continuing to claw your way to the door. The yank on your hair prevents you from proceeding with your escape, the woman climbs to the top half of your body, her lips grazing the skin of your ear, "No need to be scared of your fiancée, now show me that pretty face of yours."

Disobeying her command, she used her hand to forcefully rotate her body. You went stiff; above you, a woman caged you with her arms, however, she wasn't normal. The woman's bluish tint skin felt icy against yours, her hair resembling Jolyne's only dirtier, the woman sported a wedding dress with butterfly patterns on the veil.

"Recognize me?" The woman giggled, cold fingertip tracing your warm cheeks.

"J-Jolyne?" You said breathlessly in an incredulous tone.

"Yup!"

Before you ask any questions, Jolyne interrupted you with a squeal. "The ring you got me is so cute! You actually put thought into it, unlike Romeo. " If she was still alive you were sure she'd be blushing.

"What are you talking about?"

"We're engaged! One more step and we’ll be married!"

"Engaged? married?! Are you crazy, we're both women! And I'm also already engaged." You struggled in her grasp. Jolyne pouted, "I know this is different for you, Y/n, but I promise you'll be much happier with me! I've heard you declare your love to me before, more than once. And don't get me started on your moans of my name."

your face flushes at her unfiltered words. "No! I don't want to! I want to be free, I don't want to be married!"

Jolyne's once soft gaze harshened in a span of seconds. Jolyne's hand grips your chin tightly making you whimper.

“You belong to me. I own you, body and soul. You agree to my terms the moment the ring was placed on my finger.”

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outcasting101 · 1 year

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Noice

Big Sista is there too! I really admire her tenacity

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i-am-a-fraud · 1 year

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Kind of love

Abbachio x reader

This is a song fic I just picked a random Playlist and put it on shuffle and selected a character it fit.

Song: kind of love by DIAMANTE

Nsfw themes

Minors don't interact or do I really just need to say that to cover my ass it isn't even that bad

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Abbachio is no "sex god". Face it he never was. He maybe had a few flings here and there because he was never in a serious relationship.

Now that he has you a semi serious relationship he tends to hide from everyone else for personal reasons he has no need for flings of being a whore.

He never really shows or talks about how he feels. It is frustrating. Yes, but that's his kind of love. When his eyes roll back too far, that's when you start to learn what he really is.

Lipstick stains on the carpet and on your neck

He only ever shows you who he really is behind closed doors. He is a kind lover who makes you feel so pretty

Together alone you are just two kids in love

His kind of love is behind closed doors and private

He is typically very straightforward when it comes to sexy time

But he still does have handcuffs. There is always a safeword. He tends to be unintentionally rough. He is caught up in the moment of it all to even care really but your established safeword easily snapped him out of it.

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yandere-caesar · 2 years

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Black Tourmaline- Does the yandere want to protect darling or harm them?

Do you have a list of who you think would?

Sure! But I feel like some of them would fall into some other categories so I will include that too. Something to note too is that I can see some of the protective yanderes possibly hurting darling as punishment or under certain circumstances, but I am going with only characters that would get some kind of enjoyment out of harming darling specifically for the harm list. Also I wasn’t sure what characters you wanted for this so I just wrote everyone I could think of.

WARNING: mentions of noncon, forced pregnancy, unhealthy relationships, violence, death, abuse, slimes eating things, dismemberment, Jojolion spoilers, and yandere themes

Wants to harm darling:

Secco and Cioccolata- Kind of an obvious one. This is kind of their whole thing. They probably won’t kill their darling because it would end their fun, but any other way of making them suffer isn’t off the table.

Diavolo- He is one of the yanderes that might actually end up killing his darling due to paranoia and wouldn't even feel bad about it.

Melone- Would do it for sexual reasons of some kind. Also would probably force a darling that can to get pregnant to do so against their will.

The D'Arby brothers: Both of them would want darling's soul or at least want the threat of taking it hanging over them. They think it's cute when their darling is scared like this.

Mariah: Definitely has a sadistic side and might use her stand on her darling for fun or to mess with them.

Rubber Soul: Another yandere that thinks it's cute when darling is scared of him. He might put some of Yellow Temperance on them but withdraw it before it can do anything lethal. He would taunt them the entire time.

Hazamada: He would also hurt darling for sexual reasons. It would help him feel better about himself and he would get off on the power trip.

Terunosuke Miyamoto: Canonically sadistic and his entire stand is based around fear.

Illuso: I see him as sadistic.

Gwess: Also sadistic. Loves to watch her darling beg for mercy in a cute voice though, which might make her go easier on them.

Donatello: He would get some satisfaction taking things out on his darling.

Thunder McQueen: He would want his darling to die with him.

Tamaki Damo: He likes lording over people and seems kind of sadistic to me.

Miraschon: Would probably love to see her darling lose everything they possibly can and have that look of despair on their face when it's all gone.

Tamami Kobayashi: Has no problem hurting his darling and probably gets some kind of satisfaction from it.

Andre Boomboom: He's just a little bitch.

Lisa Lisa: Would probably be darling's hamon coach and would see it as a sign that she is challenging them. She wouldn’t hesitate to harm her darling or put them in danger if it means they are learning something. She would step in if it was getting out of hand though.

Joshu: He would sexually abuse his darling and he is a REALLY horrible person in general.

Rohan: I can see him having a sadistic side and wanting to put his darling in their place even if they are doing everything they can to make him happy.

Aya: Kind of similarly to Lisa Lisa, I think she would be the kind of yandere to hurt her darling if it meant bettering them in some way and would be happy to do it for this reason.

Akira: Another yandere that would think darling is cute when they are scared.

Magent Magent: Would probably hurt his darling just for fun.

Kaato: Is not above harming her darling and takes satisfaction in putting them in their place, but also takes satisfaction in it because she sees it as bettering them.

Keicho: Enjoys hurting darling because of the power trip it gives him, but tries to justify it with an excuse every time. Maybe darling wasn’t doing the dishes the right way. Or maybe they took a second to come downstairs when he called them.

Ojiro Sasame: Extremely sadistic. He would get off to bringing his darling as close to dying as possible without killing them.

Scarlet Valentine: Canonically sadistic.

Jolyne: Likes hurting darling because she sees their fear as a way to make sure they stay. If darling is too scared to leave then they won’t leave her, right?

Mike O: Would preemptively hurt his darling to show them how harshly he can punish them.

Daiya: Uh.....I don’t think I even have to explain this one.

Wants to protect Darling:

Jonathan: He never wants to see his darling get hurt. Extremely protective. It would take extreme circumstances to even make him think of hurting darling and he wouldn't even punish them with anything that isn't putting up more locks and things to keep them in.

Speedwagon: He would do anything to protect darling and would follow them around and stalk them to keep them safe.

Will Zeppeli: Would manipulate his darling, but would never even dream of laying a finger on them.

Dire: Loves darling too much to hurt them.

Straizo: Wouldn't even feed on his darling after he becomes a vampire.

Erina: Same as Jonathan. Even as yanderes these two just be like that.

Joseph: Seeing his darling being unhappy makes him upset. He would lock them away, but he would make sure he takes care of them.

Norisuke: One of the more lenient yanderes. He will punish his darling at some point if they push him far enough, but does not want to cause them harm. He is fine with hurting anyone that gets too close to darling however.

Prosciutto: He will boss darling around and threaten them, but wouldn’t want physical harm to come to them. He sees it as his job to protect them and take care of them even if he is mean to them while doing it.

Pesci: Wants a happy loving relationship with darling and would feel horrible if something happened to them.

FF: Again, loves darling too much to hurt them even if she doesn’t really understand it.

Giorno: Doesn’t want to harm darling and has no reason to. It’s almost impossible for darling to really escape him after all.

Mista: He will threaten to hurt his darling, but he would never act on it. Even if he tries to the bullets would refuse to let any harm come to them and would give away how he really feels.

Caesar: He is protective to the point where every else who tries to get too close to darling just seems to....vanish suddenly.

Karera: An extremely clingy and possessive yandere, but she would never want to hurt her darling.

Kars: He probably sees darling as fragile and helpless even if they aren't.

Whamu: Will do anything to protect the person he loves.

Esidisi: Just like Joseph, he doesn't like seeing his darling upset. He will also keep them close at all times and never let them out of his sight.

Santana: Has no reason to hurt his darling but every reason to hurt people he feels threatened by because they are getting to close to something that belongs to him.

Hato: She is fiercely protective of her darling to the point where she is paranoid.

Jogngalli A.: His darling is everything to him and he could never hurt them. He would keep them with him constantly so that he could have them for support, but also to make sure nothing happens to them.

Okuyasu: Would never hurt his darling, but would fight anyone who he sees as a threat and The Hand is still a powerful stand despite it’s user.

Suzie Q: Will kill anyone who is a threat to her relationship with a smile, but will be a sweetheart to her darling.

Jotaro: Would only hurt his darling as a last resort and even then he would feel extremely guilty. He will completely isolate them from the outside world though and might attack or kill people that even so much as think of finding them. Anyone who actually does manage to hurt his darling is pretty much dead.

Kei: Her main goal is to protect her darling. While she will hurt her darling as a last resort, she really doesn’t want to do it.

Polnareff: A himbo simp.

Vanilla Ice: Void simp.

Weather Report: Has no desire to hurt his darling at all.

Tonio: He just wants to make his darling happy and cook good food for them even if he has to protect them from everything.

Hol Horse: Wouldn't hurt someone he cares about but wouldn't hesitate to shoot the competition if he needs to.

Yuya: He loves all his partners and would do anything to keep them safe! Darling is no exception to this.

Holy (part 8): Sees her darling as an object that she wants to keep to herself, but because of this wouldn’t want to accidentally “break them”.

Hat Josuke (part 8): Would never try to hurt his darling, but wouldn’t show any mercy to people that want to.

Mikitaka: He would do everything he can to make his darling love him, but would never resort to hurting them, especially when he has ways to restrain them without causing them harm.

N'Doul: Darling probably caught his attention by being kind to him in some way, so he will replay that with undying devotion.

Koichi: Doesn’t want to hurt darling at all but isn’t above stalking them and trying to isolate them.

Holy (part 3): An EXTREMELY manipulative yandere, but she mostly just wants to take care of her darling.

Rikiel: Harming is darling would be a horrible thing to do and he would do everything he could to keep darling with him without hurting them. He might if he was forced into it, but only if he tried everything else first and he would try to make it up to them later in some way.

Oingo: He doesn't want anything bad to happen to darling. Even if he means he has to trick some people.

Anubis: Since his darling is probably his user, he quite literally wants them to use him to protect themselves and will gleefully make his darling cut down anyone that disrespects them.

Pucci: He either worships his darling or feels extremely protective of them. Either way he would never let harm come to them.

Imposter Captain Tennile: While he will lie to his darling, he won't hurt them. Blue Moon will probably follow darling around like a lost puppy and will bite people that come too close.

Steely Dan: Will make his darling watch as he hurts the people around them that "got in the way of what they have" and will make them cut everyone out of their life, but won't try to cause them any physical harm.

Cameo: I see him as yet another simp for some reason. Idk he just gives off those vibes.

Midler: So protective that she will kill everyone around darling so that they can be together and live happily without any problems.

Formaggio: He might think it’s funny to shrink darling and put them in a bottle so that they can’t leave, but he wouldn’t actually hurt them. He might threaten them, but he probably wouldn’t act on it.

Chaka: While he is paranoid and constantly on edge, he wants to make sure his darling is ok.

Squalo and Tiziano: Neither of them want to hurt darling and neither of them have any reason to. After all, they can’t go and get help if Talking Head won’t let them.

Diego: Darling is the only person he has left. He would die for them.

Yasuho: More of a stalker yandere, but will do everything she can to keep her darling safe.

Bruno: Will do anything to keep his darling safe and seeing them get hurt would break his heart. This can make him paranoid though and he is not above unzipping darling’s limbs to make sure they don’t try to leave. What if something happened to them?!

Dolomite: He just wants to have a happy life alone with darling. He wouldn’t want to do anything to cause them harm or upset them.

Blackmore: He will do anything for the person he loves, even if it means killing anyone who might possibly hurt them.

Josuke: I actually don’t think he would hurt his darling even with his healing abilities. He just doesn’t seem like someone that would like seeing his darling in pain even if that pain doesn’t last very long. But he wouldn’t be above nearly killing anyone that gets in his way before bringing them back from the brink with Crazy Diamond and possibly disfiguring them out of rage.

Aisho Dainenjiyama: Genuinely loves his darling. He would get really upset if they were hurt.

L.A. Boomboom: He wouldn’t even think of hurting his darling and he could probably use his stand to immobilize them without harming them.

Gyro: Will mostly be trying to win darling over and get them to love him. He doesn’t want to harm them unless he absolutely has to and he won’t enjoy it.

Mitsuba: She is too scared that her darling will leave her to hurt them.

A. Phex Brothers: Wouldn’t hurt their darling but also wouldn’t hesitate to kill anyone that gets in their way.

Doppio: He loves his darling so much that he is even willing to protect them from the Boss if he needs to. This will probably be done by trying to talk Diavolo down though and if the two of them have fallen for the same person, this might actually prevent Diavolo from killing them if/when he gets paranoid. Well...might anyway. But on the flip side he is really hard to escape from because he seems to always know when his darling is trying to leave and he is easy to develop stockholm syndrome for because of how well he treats his darling.

Trish: Probably wouldn’t hurt her darling. She would be more likely to resort to other means to keep them with her.

Wu: He is a cautious, manipulative, and paranoid yandere. He will slowly try to remove things from his darling’s life that might be hurting them or causing distress and will go to any length to do this. But it’s all to protect his darling and even if they find out what he is doing, he still wouldn’t hurt them.

Fugo: I actually don’t think he would enjoy hurting his darling. He might do it by accident, but he would feel horrible about it afterwards and hate himself.

Mountain Tim: He would never hurt the person he loves and would prefer to use his stand to tie them up.

Josefumi: Is very devoted to his darling’s well being and wouldn’t hurt them.

Jobin: His darling is one of the most important things in his life and he would resort to pretty much anything to make sure they are safe.

Anasui: THE KING OF SIMPS.

Both:

Avdol: He doesn't actively try to hurt darling, but he can't help how beautiful they are when he's using fire to restrain them. He will get really flustered and apologize as he treats their burns later.

Kakyoin: He wouldn't go out of his way to hurt darling and would ideally want them to love him back and be a perfect partner, but he would also enjoy watching them squirm as Hierophant forces itself inside their body as punishment. He might even get off to it while darling is forced to watch. He is also violently protective and has no problem killing anyone that he sees as a threat. Definitely one of the more terrifying yanderes for anyone that tries to approach darling or help them.

Narancia: He is more likely to hurt people around him than his darling, but if they piss him off enough he isn’t above doing it and wouldn’t be sad about it if it means darling just spends more time with him while they recover.

It depends:

Urban Guerrilla: Another canonically sadistic character, but only to humans. I don't think he would ever hurt his darling if they were another Rock Human. If they were another rock human, he would put them on a pedestal and worship them.

Dio: He is less likely to hurt an innocent or loyal darling that has gotten him to really open up and will be fiercely protective of them. But if his darling is more defiant and goes against him, he would be extremely sadistic and revel in absolutely breaking them in any way he can.

Kira: He would probably be tempted to take darling's hands off of their body at some point, but might not act on it since he can just kidnap them if they are extremely important to him and he is sure he won't get caught. He would prefer a quiet domestic life after all.

Ringo: He would probably have the desire to duel his darling, but would never act on it because he also doesn't want to lose them.

Risotto: He won’t hurt an obedient darling for any reason and will do whatever he can to keep them safe, but has no issues with punishing a disobedient one and it gives him an excuse to pick up his darling and carry them while they are recovering from the iron loss.

Miu Miu: If her darling is good she will be caring and kind to them. She will also give them warnings before using violence. But if they still continue to act out after that, she won’t hesitate to hurt them and will be ruthless until she thinks they have learned their lesson and will want to hurt them as much as she can.

Hot Pants: Another very vindictive yandere. If darling goes against her she will punish them harshly and take satisfaction in it, but they need to actually give her a reason to.

Wants darling to hurt them:

Abbacchio: Won’t hurt his darling and won’t even try to fight back if they hurt him after he locks them in without any escape. He will just sit there and take it. He knows what he’s doing is wrong and he deserves it. But he just can’t lose anyone else. Maybe if darling hurts him enough he might be able to forgive himself.

Devo: Wants his darling to hurt him because he is a masochist and will bait them into doing it constantly.

Other:

Ungalo: Doesn't really know WTF he is doing or what he wants aside from the fact that he wants darling.

Toru: A master at manipulation. He wants darling to fall right into his hands of their own free will. Once he has them he will keep them safe from everything while never even letting them know. He would prefer it if his darling never finds out what is going on behind the scenes. That being said, if this plan falls apart and darling starts poking around too much, Wonder of U is a pretty nasty stand and it will activate on it's own. It isn't that Tooru is trying to hurt them, but he is indifferent to it if they brought it on themselves by being too nosy. He doesn't want to hurt darling, but he also doesn't care if they accidentally get hurt either.

Yukako: Canonically has no problem with hurting her darling, but it doesn’t seem like she would resort to this if her darling does as they are told and hurting her darling doesn’t seem like one of her goals really, just a means to an end.

Ghiaccio: Won’t feel guilty if he hurts darling, but also just gets annoyed that they won’t listen to him and he doesn’t exactly enjoy it either.

Johnny: Like Toru, he likes to rely on manipulation to keep darling from leaving. He will use every trick in the book from gaslighting to guilt tripping. He is very effective with this, but if for some reason it isn’t enough he also won’t hesitate to injure his darling so they can’t escape anymore. He will be cold and indifferent about it at this point.

Wekapipo: Might use Wrecking Ball on his darling if they are trying to escape, but would probably try to make sure it doesn’t hurt them too much beyond giving them left-half ataxia. It’s debatable how much this counts as harm, but he would be indifferent to it.

Mamezuku: Very cold about everything including his darling, Will hurt them if he has to and feel absolutely nothing, but won’t really enjoy it either.

Dr Ferdinand: Probably wouldn’t harm his darling, but might turn them into a dinosaur for a while to stop them from leaving if he has to.

Yoshikage Kira (part 8): Will harm his darling, but again will do so in a very cold and matter of fact way. He doesn’t really feel anything when he does it.

Yotsuyu Yagiyama: He is willing to resort to anything to get his darling to stay with him and while this includes hurting them, I don’t think he would really enjoy it.

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princelylove · 6 months

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Hmm beside Jotaro and Noriaki, I also interested in Dio part 3, Risotto, Jolyne, Pucci. Do you have any headcanon for them, nsfw is fine :) Like what type of yandere they are and their dirty secret?

Also do you take request writing fic/headcanon/drabble or you just like writing character analyze like this?

~ 🏵️ anon ~

Sure, I’ll take those sorts of requests. I’ll get around to making a proper rules list eventually. I already squeeze my headcannons into my interpretations quite a bit, but it’s completely fine to ask “Can I get some general headcannons about x” or “Can I get some headcanons about how x would deal with y?” as long as we keep the reader neutral, so like “Could I get headcannons for how Risotto treats a short reader?” isn’t really interesting to me, “How do you think Risotto flirts/shows his love? What if I deny him? What if I play into it?” is more my field. I might bend a little in the future if something does interest me like that, so shoot your shot. Don’t get discouraged if I reject an idea, I love receiving asks and it isn’t personal if I turn something down. I’m cooking some actual fics and little drabbles up, they’re fair game as well.

Dio is an absolute authority, he views himself as the end of all roads. You might be inclined to think that he’d fall for the avoidant type, someone who refuses him, but he’s fine with letting someone like that go- you’re just not ready to find DIO yet. You’ll come around, his cute little pet. They always come around. He’s patient, and despite his eye twitching when you turn him away, he’ll wait.

Dio wants someone who loves him more than anything ever. It’s all he’s ever wanted. So if you’re oh-so-good to him, treat him like he’s divine, he’ll show how pleased he is in small ways. You’re allowed certain privileges (Ones you had anyway, as he loves you..) now that you’re so obedient. And by privileges, he means things that he would want if he were in your position. Wink wink. You’re lacking in the offerings every week category.

Dio gives you him-appropriate gifts. Solid gold bracelets to adorn those beautiful wrists of yours. Makeup that makes your complexion pop. He becomes a bit overbearing, he’s involved in every aspect of your life- as he should be. What a privilege.

I still think Dio is incredibly insecure. You’re what makes him feel good, he thrives on your praise. He becomes a lot more tolerable if you sing his praises constantly. Dio isn’t the most stable, so if you suddenly stop all the sweet talk, he’ll consider eating you and starting over. Oops.

“Tell me you love me.”

I view Risotto as a dog. Some people are just doglike to me, he's like a guard dog that won't move even with a treat on his nose. He's strict- he won't allow such an indulgence as having an actual partner, not while the boss is on his ass all the time about work.

Risotto will hold off on any and all urges in favor of stalking you. It's not like it's hard. His stand allows him to get as close as he wants to without violating any of the rules that he set for himself about you. His rules are simple, too. No contact. No stealing. No touching, even when you're asleep. No restocking your fridge to make sure his darling eats dinner.

What Risotto lacks in expression he has in patience. He's happy to keep you as a bit of a hobby, never needing to fight himself on his rules like you might expect the typical stalker to. He's normally so happy about playing guardian angel- you really do need him. He keeps you safe. He locks your door when you forget, he shuts your blinds and opens them just before you awaken, and he adores your commentary to any animal you might keep as a pet. So adorable. So perfect. He'd give anything to keep things the way they are, even if it means staying out of it- for the time being.

I think he’s a very soft-spoken man, actually. He mutters a bit. His voice is slow and clear when he wants it to be, but he just cannot talk that way to you of all people. His attempts to be gentle with you, provided he actually breaks his no-contact, are futile. His deep voice and lack of tone are likely to come off as aggressive, even when he’s telling you how sweet you sound. Poor Risotto. He’s not a man of many words, it’s rare he just says something without thinking.

He shows his love via acts of service, if you can say “showing.” Risotto loves to take care of people. His fantasies are mainly about washing you, dressing you, making you something to eat… He wants to give you the easy life that he never got. Risotto sort of treats you like an animal the more you resist his love. Cats are silly, aren’t they. They don’t know that they need to stay still for you to clip their nails. That’s exactly how he views you.

“Don’t move. This is good for you.”

#🏵️ anon #yandere dio #yandere risotto nero #yandere dio x reader #yandere risotto nero x reader #request granted

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bluetooththereptile · 2 years

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His Muse

Yandere jotaro kujo x fem reader (Phantom of the Opera au)

(Gif by unknown)

( English is not my first language so I apologize for any mistakes in the following text.)

Note: this is a gift from me to my dear friend @helpimhyperfixating. Check out their blog they've got so many interesting fics for our Jotaro boy!

Also I know I've said I won't do ansfw but please if you are not okay with mentions of past "improper" actions please don't proceed!

Summary: You've revealed an old secret to your friend, and you'll meeting the consequences of it!

Tw: mentions of past abuse, past nsfw actions, injuries and yandere tendencies

"You are a true monster! A blind beast, you can't see the hideous thing you are! Can't you see the pain you've inflected on me? Can't you see all of those years that I spent here to be close to you? Is this what I get as a reward for protecting and taking your side? For being loyal to you? Is this what I get for being your only friend? My beauty, my promising future, my heart, my purity...they are all gone because of you, and this is how you treat me?"

Your words echoed in the dark dungeon you were in as your mind shifted between reality and the nightmare you were experiencing, you screamed, letting out the frustration that had built up within you in for a long time, but you stopped because of feeling heavy and your head throbbed in pain. You could see outlines of the tall caped figure in the shadows, the person you were talking to, but you knew it was unreal. He couldn't have been there with you, you were already out of the Opera Populaire...how could he be there?

But soon you'd find out that you were wrong. Your body felt heavier every second that passed, the storm of your nightmarish dream subsiding as your body woke up. Your first reaction after opening your eyes was to groan as pain rushed within you, your head, hand, and belly aching so hard as if something heavy had crushed you beneath it. You tried to move your hand that was not hurting as much as the other, but it felt heavier than your other arm. Some seconds needed to be passed so your mind could progress what was happening but you couldn't collect your thoughts. You finally opened your eyes, thinking you'd find yourself in the uncomfortable bed of an Inn with Jolyne next to you. But what you saw didn't meet your expectations.

The first thing that caught your eye was the black thin curtain around you. You could swear the inn's bed was not that elaborate to have a curtain when you had checked it for the possibility of having lice. And it was black? Who used such a color for a bed's curtain? Confusion filled your mind as you felt the soft mattress beneath you, the sheets rather slippery and softer than a normal one, you didn't remember that when you had passed out on the bed from exhaustion.

You moved your head a little and it dipped into the several pillows and cushions behind it, the smell of perfumed pillows filling your nostrils. Alright! This must have been a dream or something of such sort, maybe your mind had made up something rather nice to ease up your anxiety after the nightmare you had experienced. But the pain seemed too real! You moved your hands so you could lift your body, but noticing several things made you freeze in your place.

First of all, your hand that hurt badly was wrapped with a bandage, and the red spots of your blood could be seen on it. There was no surprise at seeing your injury, after your little argument with your old friend you had cut your hand, but the strange factor of what you saw was that the bandages were not dirty, you had wrapped your hand in a rush with q dirty cloth, risking the infection when you were in panic after finding out your hand was bleeding, but these were clean! Not to mention your other hand that was handcuffed to the headboard of the bed! So that was why it felt heavy, the chains linked to the handcuff seemed heavy to move around.

But noticing that you were completely naked, laying on a huge bed with red sheets was the reason you were frozen in place. Obviously, someone had pulled the covers away from your body since you could notice the pile of the covers at the curved end of the bed, and they had let you see what kind of a mess it had become. Your inner thighs, under your belly, chest and neck were filled with blue and red kiss marks, several bite marks could be found here and there that were deep enough to break your skin and let blood ooze out and dry...and between your legs was a large sticky stain, the sticky liquid oozing out of your insides as you struggled to close your legs despite the sharp pain and fatigue you were experiencing, realizing what the horrible scene meant was not that hard.

Panic rose within you as you looked at yourself, chained to a bed, naked in an unfamiliar place with your body mutilated. Did the Inn keeper do something funny to you? You could swear that old bastard's knowing look at you and your daughter hid dark things beneath it. Remembering Jolyne you looked around, but she was nowhere to be found. You tried to shout out her name, but your dry throat clenched at the sudden rush of air, making you start to cough loudly. Your body tensed up as you realized the mistake of making a sound in your situation. The loud sound of footsteps made you realize the grave consequences of that mistake.

You pulled on the chains as the footsteps came closer and closer to you, your mind thinking about what you were going to face when the curtains were gone. Your actions turned more hectic with every second passing, your body trembling in fear. All of your life you were afraid of ending up in a situation like this, many of your friends with the same background as you had ended up going missing a long time ago, and now you were in the same position as them, used and injured by an unknown person. Your head turned to the right, where the curtains moved, and revealed your captor.

You gasped at seeing a familiar face. Those deep blue eyes, the face covered in a half mask...the sharp cheekbones and bold eyebrows...It couldn't be! You got away from Opera Populaire days ago! You were three days away from Paris when you decided to rent a room in an Inn! "J-Jotaro?" Your shallow voice hardly reached your ears, it was him! Your captor was your old friend! Jotaro, the Opera ghost...the man that had bounded you to the Opera Populaire...your captor was him!

Your heart ached as you held the handle of the lantern in your hand tighter, you ignored the chilling wind swirling into the dark tunnels beneath the Opera, you had left Jolyne and her friends alone, so she would stay unaware of your disappearance, she was a naive girl and that helped her to stay ignorant to your misery, which was for the better, at least she wouldn't question her mother's sadness. You wanted your innocent little angel to be away from the dark shadows that haunted you, she didn't have to know, the world had shown her cruelty already.

Your feet felt heavy, throughout all those years of being the leading lady, you hadn't felt this hesitant until now. You knew you were entering a wounded beast's lair, but you had to bare your soul to the only person that had linked you to this cursed opera, you had to speak up and tell him the truth you've been hiding for all these years. You had to tell him that he was the cause of your misery, the reason behind all of those false accusations and burdens that you carried on your shoulders, all on your own. He had to know it all, even if it meant his anger would be unleashed upon you once more! He had to know!

"Jotaro?" You called for your old friend who had been living in those tunnels since the time you had rescued him from the hellish state he lived in. Only the hissing sound of the wind answered you, you knew he could hear you, and if he was not acknowledging your presence it meant he didn't want to have you there. But you were determined to summon him. "Jotaro?" You called for him louder this time "We need to talk!" The sudden rush of air behind you made you freeze in your place, your inner voice begging you to leave, but you stood there, coping with the intense gaze upon you.

"Leave!" The deep voice of him echoed in the tunnels as he shouted making you close your eyes as you bit your tongue to hold onto the last drops of courage you had. Anyone would have left by now, the mere thought of what he was capable of making anyone that had dared to enter his lair run away as soon as they felt his presence, but you were not going to back away, not this time. "We need to talk Jotaro...there's something important that you should know-" the sudden thud sound of him landing next to you made your body straighten up in shock, your hand that held the lantern starting to tremble as you raised it, so you could see the caped figure that loomed over you better.

"Get out!" He snarled, leaning down so he could stare into your eyes, his non-masked eye reaching deep into your soul, making you feel uncomfortable. "I won't!" You said, "You should know the truth!" You continued. "Truth about what? That you betrayed me by letting that filthy man take my Christine away?" Jotaro hissed as his gloved hand grabbed you by your chin, squeezing your jaw. Your insides burned in jealousy at being reminded that he still held Christine in his heart. You couldn't let him treat you like this, no, not this time.

"Listen, man child, Christine didn't love you!" You said before whimpering in pain since his grip tightened. Jotaro was a strong man, he stood way taller than an average person, and his strength was proved to be enough to snap someone's neck, like what he had done to the poor caretaker of the stage. He snarled in your face "Don't talk about her like that!" "I won't stop telling you Jotaro! She didn't love you! She didn't want to commit herself to love you! She didn't want to spend prime years of her life dealing with a man child that you are, she didn't want to end up like me!"

Jotaro's intense gaze didn't subside but he arched his brow at your last words, still holding a tight grip on your jaw, making you struggle to speak "I've...I've come here to talk to you about two important things..." your hand tightly grabbed his wrist to make his grasp loosen, but it didn't help, so you continued to look at him in the eyes as you spoke "I'm leaving Paris Jotaro I'm leaving France...I'm leaving Europe, getting miles away from you, and I'm taking Jolyne with me!" He narrowed his eyes "Why do I need to know about your pathetic life and your stupid daughter?" You frowned at what he said "Because you are her father!"

Jotaro, who had been having enough of your babbling shoved you onto the floor, making the lantern in your hand break, the oil inside it poured out, getting lit by the fire of the lantern, brightening where you were at. You hit the floor hard, your face burying in the dirt. "Stop talking nonsense woman!" He said, turning away from you "You are Jolyne's father Jotaro! Why can't you understand? Haven't you all of these years wondered how I became pregnant with her while I didn't have any patrons or lovers? Can't you see the year she was born was the time you used drugs to get inspired by those imaginary muses you always talked about? You raped me and forced me into having her Jotaro, and yet you don't even remember the fact that you had done that!" You said, spilling out the secret you were holding in you for years.

"Stop projecting your past lustful acts upon me woman...everyone knows you became pregnant by whoring around!" He responded to you, breaking your heart even more. You screamed to make him stop "Shut up!" Your anger took hold of you as you stood up "Just shut up! Don't think that because everyone ignored your pain, you have the right to ignore my misery and say such filthy things about me!" You grabbed his cape as you pulled on it not so gently, not caring how he would react. "I've been your only friend and you think of me like that?" Jotaro turned toward you so he could grab you by the collar of your dress and pick you up from the ground. "I don't have a friend named Y/N anymore! After the moment I found out that you sold me to that filthy man you died to me!" He put you down, spitting in your face "Now, Leave! I don't want to hear any nonsense about your past or that stupid daughter of yours-"

Jotaro was silenced with your hard slap to the masked side of his face, it was so hard that made the thin glass mask crack and half of it fall onto the ground, the other half cutting your palm deep. "Monster! You foul ignorant monster! All of these years I valued you, helped you with everything I had, I loved you and gave up so many things to be close to you, and you, a man child that was blind to his surroundings fell for another woman? And now that she has proven to you that she didn't want to keep up with you, you mourn for losing her? Now that I've told you the harsh truth I've been facing for years you treat me like this? You deserve to be in a cage and displayed as a monstrous being, but not because of your deformed face, it's because of the dark soul you have, murderer! Son of the devil!" You screamed the last parts before running away.

"I see that you're awake darling..." Jotaro's soft tone made you shiver as you tried to back away from his touch when he touched your cheek with the back of his fingers. He frowned at your reaction, but the look was not filled with rage, it was...worry that lurked in his eye. he put down the bowl of water he held as he knelt beside the bed, looking at you up and down as he sighed deeply. "I do apologize...but I lost my control last night..." his fingers touched your belly, making you shiver "The sight of your peaceful form beside me was so alluring!"

"What...what have you done? Where am I?" You asked in a hushed voice as you tried to swallow the non-existing saliva inside your mouth. He hummed to himself as he dipped a clean cloth into the water bowl and started to wipe down the blood on your feet and thighs, making you flush and tense as he touched your unclothed form. "W-wait! What are you doing?" You shrieked, making him put his hand on your hips to make you stay steady. "I'm cleaning the mess I made of course..." he said as he gently wiped your skin, mumbling apologies whenever you hissed in pain. It took some minutes for your mind to get out of its frozen state, and Jotaro's attempt at wiping down between your legs helped that. You quickly sat up and pulled away from him, keeping your legs close. "N-no!" You said, making him shake his head as he sighed. "You need to be cleaned darling, I've seen everything already, there's no need of being shy!"

You put your injured hand in front of you to stop him from touching you, but he ignored your attempt and took your ankle in his large hand, pulling you to the side he was kneeling on. "Wait! Wait! I need an explanation first! Where am I? What happened? Where's Jolyne? How....how could you do this to me?" Jotaro hummed again as he started to wipe you clean, making you flush even more. "After you left the Opera with our daughter, I realized the mistake I had made by letting you two go. So I followed you, and..." he paused looking at you "You were going to leave for Russia?" He asked, his voice filled with concern as if he was hurt by knowing that! You looked away from him, he knew why. You didn't want to be close to where he was, in Russia ballerinas could be successful, so by leaving Europe you'd be leaving him behind as well as giving your daughter a great chance. But your plan had failed.

"It was not hard to find you two, I convinced the Innkeeper to put drugs in your drinks so I could take you back home. I put Jolyne under the care of the new leading lady and took you here with me, so I could take care of you personally..." You whimpered in pain when he touched your bruised hips, reminding you of what he had done to you. "I do apologize, my dear Y/N, I swear that I couldn't help myself, I had to claim you! You've been sleeping for four days and I couldn't hold back..." You could feel his hot breath on your neck as he pulled you closer to him "I haven't realized what a precious thing you were all these years, your beauty maturing even more after all those decades!" He whispered to you, making you shiver "P-please let me go...Jolyne needs me!" You pleaded, your body weak and your mind filled with horrifying thoughts, you couldn't get away from him, you struggled to get out of his grasp, you even tried to slap him again but he took your free hand and firmly held it down.

"Hush now my love...don't speak of leaving me!" He said as his arms pulled you even closer to his clothed form. "She thinks you're away on a long, long trip... don't worry, I'll treat her well until you're ready to meet her again, but for now...I shall spend my time with you...to make up with the lost time" he kissed your head before starting to murmur in your ear:

My dearest angel is with me,

Her wings are broken.

She descended to save me,

She wears scars as her token.

I was buried in darkness,

Her hands broke my tomb,

I was pulled out of the blackness,

Her fingers turned to my hair's comb.

My Angel's wings are torn,

Her eyes are weary,

Her bones are broken,

I shall keep her company.

My fingers are covered in blood,

My shovel is in crimson,

Her features are troubled,

Her body rapidly weaken.

My Angel is with me,

I shall keep her here,

I ignore her pleas from me,

She shall stay here.

I have made a sin,

I tore the wings of an angel,

Dear God, I love this sin,

For that, I have my angel.

My angel is with me,

I will have her forever.

You were in hands of a murderer, a mad man, and he was not planning on ever releasing you. You wished you had kept your secret to yourself.

#yandere jojo #yandere jotaro #yandere jotaro kujo #yandere jojo x reader #yandere x reader #fem reader #yandere #yandere one shot #yandere anime #yandere phantom of the opera #phantom of the opera

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bygiornogiovanna · 2 years

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Yandere! Jojo's (Part 1-6) x GN! Reader (Headcanons)

What if darling wants to go to a pool during a hot summer day?

Jonathan

He would be surprised by your request, but he wouldn't deny. He knew how hot it was outside so he decided you both needed a pool day;

He would buy you the best quality swimsuit and would make sure you won't get sunburnt;

If you tried to escape, it would be nearly impossible. He had guards surrounding every pool's exit or possible exit (like gates you could climb, etc) and you were always in his sight;

However, if you didn't use it as an excuse to escape, you two would have a really fun day.

If you know how to swim, he would push you once or twice in the pool. You would grab his arm and pull him with you the second time, just to see his surprised face;

"Hm, you really are mischievous to pull me into the pool, darling"

If you don't know how to swim, he would purposely take you in water so you could cling onto him and would also splash little bits of water on your face, just because;

Overall, you had fun and you made sure Jonathan would know that. Maybe he wasn't that bad;

"Darling, come here to reapply the sunscreen! You don't wanna get sunburnt, do you?"

Joseph

At first, he found your request weird. Why would you need to go to the pool when you had all the conditions with him? He gave you an AC so you wouldn't die and cold drinks. Wasn't that enough?

You thought that staying and explaining him why you wanted to go to the pool was too hard since he was stubborn as hell, so another idea popped in your head;

"Oh, fine Joseph, I thought that you would refuse since, you know, you don't know how to swim and you are too embarrassed by it. It's fine, really."

He frowned at your words and almost immediately told you to go get ready. You smiled contently, knowing that Joseph hated when somebody doubted him;

Joseph would be so motivated to prove you he can swim that he would forget to wear sunscreen;

Of course, since he didn't trust you that this wasn't one of your plans, he told the people from Speedwagon Foundation to stay around, just in case;

If you did try to escape, he would be even more upset than before. If you didn't, however, your day of relaxation at pool wouldn't be a relaxing one at all, from obvious reasons;

Joseph would definitely push you into the pool when you were just testing the water, even if you did or didn't know how to swim. When you would give him a deadly glare, he would apply the Secret Joestar Technique;

If you know how to swim, he would challenge you to a swimming competition. If you didn't, he would mock you:

"Nigerundayo"

Jotaro

It would be hell convincing him to let you go to the pool. Thankfully, he finally agreed, with the condition that he, Polnareff, Avdol and Kakyoin come too. It was kind of obvious he wouldn't let you go, but as long as you were going, you were fine with it;

In his mean way, Jotaro would take good care of you at the pool. He wouldn't let you out in the sun, would keep an eye on you so you wouldn't trip, fall and hit your head, etc;

"Yare yare, come here, you will get sunburnt and I don't want to hear you complaining tomorrow."

Escape? No chance. His friends were always watching you, even Polnareff who wasn't even watching his back. They were all keeping an eye on you so, even if you thought about it, you surely discarded that thought;

He would refuse to enter in the pool or even take his t-shirt off. Only after Polnareff and Kakyoin pushed him in it, he finally took it off. It wasn't the first time you saw him without his t-shirt, but you still felt a little blush creeping up your face;

You were laying on one of the chairs when you suddenly feel two hands picking you up. You were expecting to see Kakyoin or Polnareff, but you were not expecting to see Jotaro picking you up and going with you into the pool;

Even if you knew how to swim, you still clinged onto him, taking him the strong smell of his cologne and cigarettes. You always loved how he smelled;

If it wasn't for his warmth, you would shiver since your body was burning from the sun and the water wasn't exactly as warm as your body;

Still in his arms, you would splash a little water on him, quietly giggling. Jotaro looked down at you and contained his smile, trying to look tough;

"Do you want me to throw you under the water, hm, Y/N?"

Josuke

It wouldn't be that hard to convince Josuke, since he already rambled to you about how Okuyasu and Koichi drove him mad because of how many times they asked him to go to the pool;

Even though, it still was quite a task to convince him you would be okay since he and his friends would be there too and that you weren't going to hurt yourself in any way;

"Are you sure you want to go, love?"

After you managed to reassure him that you would be fine, the next day you him, and his friends (Rohan too) would be at the pool, participating in a big water fight;

Josuke would be extra careful, the idea of you using this excuse to try and escape appeared in his head, so he somehow made Rohan use Heaven's Door and write that today you couldn't get outside without Josuke;

At the pool, Josuke, being the delusional protective boyfriend he was, would make sure to scare everybody that would even look in your direction. He wanted to make it clear that you were all his;

At the same time, he would be the one to start a battle between you, him, Okuyasu and Koichi. You four would play with the waterguns Koichi brought and you would find out that his friends aren't that bad at all;

If you know how to swim, be prepared that he would 100% pick you up and jump into the pull with you. If you didn't, he would still do, wanting to prove you that you need him He would love the feeling of your arms wrapped tightly around his shoulders, scared that you would drown;

It would be a funny day. But the day after that wouldn't be that funny since both of you forgot to wear sunscreen and you are as red as a tomato;

Again, he would use this to his advantage since he could heal you, another proof that you were dependent of him and that you needed to be taken care of;

"Auchhh, Y/N, my back stingssss."

Giorno

Wouldn't accept going to a public pool, since they were dangerous for you and he couldn't risk you trying to escape (even if it would be almost impossible). Instead, he would order someone to immediately buy the best quality and the biggest pool they could find in the shortest time and also made a note to himself to make a pool in the garden;

Sighing, you would accept his 'offer' (like you could argue with him) and would tell him to at least invite the boys over so they could have more fun. He would just nod and kiss your hands, telling you to choose one of the swimsuits he bought for you a few days ago (He figured you would want to go swimming).

The next day, you would wake up excited to spend the day and get ready early. When the time for their arrival has come, you would be jumping around the mansion happily, Giorno just smiling at your childish happiness;

"The one I bought isn't that big, but I promise I'm going to build a real one for you"

You honestly didn't care, you just wanted to swim and stay in water so you could cool down;

When the boys (and Trish) came, you were so happy that you almost jumped on them. They all had their stuff and soon installed themselves on the chairs Giorno bought;

You and Narancia were the first to jump in the (not-so-small) pool the blonde bought, soon followed by Trish, Mista and Bruno. The only ones left were Giorno, Abbacchio and Fugo, the white-haired man sipping from his wine;

You called for Giorno, and when he said he won't come, you Narancia and Mista came up with a plan. You three got out of the pool and ran to the blonde, the two boys picking him up and throwing him into the pool. Everybody started laughing, even Leone let a small smile on his face;

"Oh, amore, you will see"

Jolyne

It was pretty easy to convince Jolyne to come with you at the pool, since she was also dying because of the heat. You just told her to go and she immediately agreed;

She would make you two get matching swimsuits, to show everybody that you were hers;

Wouldn't want to invite neither of her friends, being possessive over you even with them;

"Oi, be happy we are going, you don't need other people when you have me"

Jolyne would be skeptical about you not trying to escape, so she would keep a very careful eye on you and would always stay by your side, even when you go to the bathroom;

Would take great care of you, not letting you stay in the sun for too long and not letting you forget about reapplying sunscreen;

Like her dad, she would pick you up like the girlboss she is (i couldn't help myself, i had to write it) and would go into the pool with you, also loving the way you cling onto her;

Would 100% jump over you after getting out from the pool, soaking wet, while you were chilling in the sun;

"I love spending time with you, my love"

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