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thornybubbles · 1 year

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JJBA Yandere Scenario: Jealousy (The Joe-Foes) Doppio/Diavolo

**Note: This is another story that I’m just not satisfied with. I thought about scrapping what I had and rewriting the whole thing but changed my mind and just went in and added some changes instead. I figured if I spent time rewriting it, I’d never get around to all the other projects I want to work on. I’m sorry if it’s trash. I’ll try to do something better for Doppio and Diavolo later.**

You were in way over your head.

You were in way, WAY over your head.

You joined Passione as the lowest of the low, just a messenger and nothing more. Slowly over time, you found yourself climbing higher and higher in the ranks receiving more responsibilities and more rewards in turn. Before you knew it, you were as high as you could go. You had somehow become your own unit within the organization.You had no subordinates but you answered only to someone named Doppio. When you first met the man you were certain someone was playing a prank on you. This guy, who looked and acted like a kid, was actually the underboss? This was the guy who took orders directly from the Boss himself? It had to be a joke… but it wasn’t. Doppio absolutely was the undisputed second in command… somehow… and you were taking your orders from him. The strange part was that only you knew who Doppio was and who he had ties to, and you were sworn to secrecy on penalty of death. But when you found out who Doppio really was, that’s when you knew that maybe a life of crime wasn’t the career choice for you. Though, it was far too late to drop out of the game now.

Doppio and you were often paired on missions together. Usually you would receive your orders through cypher messages stating that you were to “Make sure the plan goes smoothly, eliminate any interference, and keep dear Doppio out of trouble.” You had suspicions that Doppio must be related to the Boss somehow. Nepotism wasn’t unusual in the business, but it always irked you whenever you came across it. Doppio’s naivety, clumsiness, and habit of finding trouble no matter how hard you tried to avoid it made you wonder why he was allowed to have such a high ranking with all the responsibilities that came with it. You began to resent the pink-haired twerp, feeling that if anyone should be the Boss’s number Two, it should be you. You actually worked to get where you were. You didn’t just have it handed to you! You didn’t fight your way to the top just to end up as a glorified babysitter!

What made it worse was that Doppio seemed to have developed an annoying little crush on you. It didn’t help that whenever you and Doppio were on a mission together, the Boss expected you to be in disguise and pretend to be Doppio’s lover. This gave Doppio the perfect excuse to always be holding your hand or clinging to your side in some way. He was always begging for kisses, hugs, or just your attention in general. You were not happy, but what could you do? Orders were orders. What’s worse is that you were beginning to suspect that these “missions” were actually dates. Now every time Doppio snuggled into your side you seethed on the inside and sent mental curses to the Boss. You were one of the best that Passione had to offer and now you’ve been reduced to being a forced date for the Boss’s nephew or something! You were deeply insulted, but due to the situation, you wouldn’t be allowed to voice any complaints.

Of course at the time, you had not yet put two and two together about Doppio’s real identity. That day would be one you never forgot. It started when Doppio decided to take you on a shopping trip around the city. You sighed and reluctantly allowed yourself to be dragged along. Realizing that this “mission” wasn't going to be anything important, you decided to just let Doppio treat you. You weren’t about to say “no” to free stuff. The problem arose when you made the mistake of not only letting the guy at the jewelry store flirt with you, but flirting back at him. It wasn’t that the guy was especially attractive or anything, you were just relishing the fact that you were finally getting attention from someone other than Doppio. The man-child was so busy looking at all the shiny things in the store that you hadn’t thought he’d notice if you fluttered an eyelash or two. Besides, what would he even do about it?

Well, you fucked around and found out.

At some point during your conversation, you turned to see Doppio staring at you with a stunned, horrified expression on his face. For a moment, he looked like he would burst into tears. Then he did something weird. He started imitating the sound of a ringing cell phone. You and the jeweler exchanged confused glances and you began to feel embarrassed by Doppio’s antics. You watched as he started looking around as if he was searching for a phone. He looked behind jewelry cases, rifled through a stand holding some designer purses, and then made his way back over to you. All the while he was making that stupid sound. Finally you’d had enough.

“Doppio, what the hell--?” You didn’t get to finish the question as you found yourself suddenly off balance.

Doppio had, for some reason, snatched one of your shoes right off of your foot and was holding it to the side of his head and talking into it as if it were a phone. The action nearly caused you to fall over and nearly lose the wig that you wore as part of your disguise. You turned to glare at Doppio and chew him out for acting like a loon, but when you caught the look in his eyes, anything you were going to say got stuck in your throat.

Those were not Doppio’s eyes looking back at you. His normally hazel colored eyes were now green and glared back at you with an intense madness. The very shape of his irises had changed. What was wrong with him? Was he possessed? Was an enemy Stand attacking him? Why did it look like he’d grown taller? Shocked, you took a few steps back from him.

“Boss?” he spoke into your shoe. “Yes, we’re at a jewelry store…. I’m sure it’s just a misunderstanding… “

Doppio continued talking into your shoe as if he was having an actual conversation with the Boss. You could only stare at him in shock. What on earth was happening? The jeweler chose that moment to make a snide comment at his expense and Doppio… effectively lost his shit. The meek, timid, wimp of a man you knew as Vinegar Doppio turned his green-eyed glare on the jeweler. He pressed your shoe closer to his ear to secure it while he used his other hand to grab the poor man by the hair. He then slammed the man’s face into the jewelry case repeatedly until the glass was cracked and splattered with blood.

“CAN’T YOU SEE I’M ON THE PHONE?!! SHUT YOUR FILTHY, COCKSUCKING MOUTH AND MIND YOUR OWN BUSINESS!!!” he bellowed, using a voice and language you’d never thought you’d hear from someone like Doppio.

Now he not only looked taller, but his arms and legs seemed more fleshed out and muscular. The sleeves of his sweater were pushed up slightly and you could make out what you thought to be elaborate tattoos on his arms. Since when was Doppio the type to get tattoos? You thought about calling your Stand, but you didn’t even know what you would have it do. If you used it to attack Doppio, the Boss would be furious, but you couldn’t exactly just let him give you the same treatment as the jeweler. You had to get out of there.

The jeweler’s unconscious body slumped to the floor and you moved even further away from Doppio before turning and breaking into a full run. You didn’t care about your other shoe, you just needed to get away from Doppio while he was acting like a psychopath. You didn’t get far. You only took about three steps when you suddenly ran right into Doppio’s arms. You had no idea how he got ahead of you like that. You didn’t even see him move. He practically crushed you in his grip, but his embrace didn’t have its usual clingy, loving feel to it. He was holding you with a strength you’d never felt him display before. It was as if his arms were pythons and they were trying to squeeze the life out of you.

He was looking up at you with the saddest expression you’d ever seen him use. His watery eyes were now back to their normal color and looking at you like you just knocked his teddy bear out of his hand.

“Why are you trying to run from me?” he asked with a whimper.

Was he serious? After that display of his, did he even have to ask?

“D-Doppio… you… w-what happened to you? Your eyes changed and you-you…”

Doppio wiped his eyes and let you go. He placed your shoe into your hand. You took it from him and put it back on, not taking your eyes off of him.

“Boss called us back. We need to go.” he said with a sad sigh.

He never addressed your concerns and seemed to actively ignore it when you mentioned what just happened. He grabbed you by the hand and all but dragged you out of the store. Where was this strength coming from? You just couldn’t understand what was happening. It was like Doppio was becoming a different person! The next thing you knew, you and Doppio were getting into a taxi and being taken to God knows where.

“He wants to talk to you.” Doppio said, still giving you that sad look.

“Who?” you asked.

“Boss. He sounds really mad.”

A thrill of terror shot through your system. The Boss wanted to talk to you? And he was angry? That’s extremely concerning. On top of everything that was going on with Doppio, you really didn’t need this right now. Also, the Boss never had heart to hearts with anyone directly. Just what was going on? What rule did you break that was bad enough for the Boss to speak to you in person about it?

“What is he mad about?” you asked Doppio, gulping down your fear.

“Why were you flirting with that guy at the jewelry store?” Doppio said, completely ignoring your question.

“Uh… I… It didn’t mean anything, Doppio!” you stammered, not wanting to set him off again. “I was just messing around! That’s all!”

You added the last part with a nervous smile. You never felt so on the spot in your life. It was apparent that your flirting had been what set Doppio off, but you never expected such violence from someone like him. Now you were beginning to understand why the Boss kept him around. He was a force to be reckoned with when he was angry and no one would ever suspect someone like him to have psychotic meltdowns that ended with brutal violence. But what was with the eye color change and the increase in height and muscle mass? Surely you hadn’t imagined that.

Doppio huffed and folded his arms, going into a full pout.

“You never look at me like that…” he muttered.

His kicked puppy expression was slowly turning into one of annoyance and disgust. For a moment you feared he was about to have another outburst. For the rest of the ride, you sat in fearful silence while Doppio fumed and pouted next to you. After about 20 minutes, you realized that the taxi was taking you to an area of the city that you’d never been to before. Judging by all the sprawling villas and expensive looking stores, you were going into a very well-to-do neighborhood. The taxi pulled alongside an alley next to a huge hotel.

“This is our stop.” Doppio said.

He climbed out of the taxi and you followed after him. The taxi driver made no attempt to get any money out of either of you and he drove away as if he couldn’t get away from the area fast enough. Doppio grabbed your hand and dragged you down the alley. The alley was nothing like the ones in other parts of the city. The street was free of any garbage and there weren’t any shady guys in trench coats or scantily clad women leaning against the walls, waiting for their next customers. Other than a few trash cans lining up against the building wall, the alley was completely empty.

Doppio took you all the way to the end of the alley and you realized that he’d taken you to a dead end. Out of instinct you jerked your head to look behind you, expecting to see rival gang members closing in to corner you, but there was no one there. Doppio stopped at the door and finally let go of your hand. The door looked weirdly high tech. It lacked a knob or handle of any kind and on the wall to the right of it was a keypad. Over the top of the door frame was an ominous looking security camera that seemed to focus in on you as you stared up at it. Doppio punched a code and the door slide open, making an unsettling “ssshhhh” sound. The room beyond the door was pitch black and you couldn’t make out a single thing inside it. Doppio grabbed your hand again, but instead of dragging you along behind him, he suddenly pulled you forward, flinging you into the yawning darkness. You yelped as you felt your body collide with the hard floor. You heard the door clang shut behind you, sounding far too similar to a prison door for your liking. You weren’t sure if Doppio came into the room behind you or threw you into the room alone.

“Doppio?” you called nervously into the darkness.

No one answered. You stood up, rubbing your sore shoulder from where you were tossed onto the floor. That would definitely be a bruise later. You never thought Doppio could be so vicious. You had always seen him as a klutzy, slow-witted pest with a childish streak, but you were really starting to think that it was time to reevaluate the way you thought about him. You were startled by the sound of footsteps walking around you.

“D-Doppio? Is that you?” you called, your voice shaking slightly.

No response.

You listened as the footsteps moved away from you. You weren’t sure but it seemed that the further they got away from you, the heavier they sounded. It got to the point that they started to sound like a different set of footsteps. Just how many people were in the room with you?

“Doppio, if that’s you please answer me!” you said, hating how your growing fear could be heard in your voice.

The footsteps stopped a few feet ahead of you. There was a clicking sound, and you were suddenly blinded by a bright light shining directly in your face.

“Doppio isn’t here right now. It’s just you… and me.”

That was certainly not Doppio’s voice. It was much deeper, richer, and older sounding. You squinted your eyes, trying to see past the blinding light and oppressive darkness. You couldn’t see much, just the outline of a tall man with long hair. He was standing in front of the light, blocking it from blinding you, but also making it impossible to see his appearance in detail. There was one detail that you could make out though, and that was his glaring green eyes. The same green eyes that Doppio had when he flipped out on the jeweler.

“Do you know who I am?” he asked you. His voice gave you chills, and not in a good way.

You didn’t answer. You couldn’t answer. You were too afraid to.

The man walked up to you, staring down at you with menacing green eyes. He reached out and grabbed you by the face, squeezing your jaw just enough for it to be uncomfortable but not quite painful.

“I’m the man that you signed your life over to when you joined Passione.” he said, tightening his hold on your face just slightly for a moment.

“I am the only reason you have the power and position that you have today! I am the one that gave you everything! With a snap of my fingers I could have you back to being a lowly messenger, or tossed into the streets! If I so chose, I could end your life in the blink of an eye. Your very existence continues because I allow it!”

As he ranted, you could feel your blood began to freeze. The mysterious man that stood before you was the Boss himself! You were alone with the leader of Passione and he was royally pissed at you! The trouble was that you still didn’t know what you had done to earn his ire.

“When you joined up with Passione, you became my subject, my property! I partnered you with Doppio for a reason. You answer to Doppio. You belong to Doppio. Anything that belongs to Doppio belongs to me! Do you understand that?!”

He shoved you away from him, causing you to fall backwards onto your rear. You stared up at him in fear, afraid that he was going to inflict more abuse on you. He sounded unhinged and still, he hadn’t explained what your crime was.

“Do you understand the concept of loyalty?” he asked you all of a sudden.

You nodded your head.

“Tell me, what do you think loyalty is.” he commanded.

You took a moment to get your thoughts together while he stared at you in expectation.

“Loyalty is showing support, devotion, or allegiance.” You answered, hoping that was what he wanted to hear.

“Do you think you’ve been loyal?” he asked you, his voice taking on a slightly irritated tone.

“I have been nothing but loyal to you and the organization!” you answered without hesitation. What was this talk of loyalty? When had you ever made the Boss doubt your loyalty?

He reached down and grabbed your arm, then he yanked you up to your feet. You found yourself pressed up against his chest and staring directly into his green eyes. He studied you for a moment before saying,

“You were on a date with Doppio, yet you dared to throw yourself at that lowlife at the jewelry store!”

You didn’t know how to respond.

He clenched your arm tightly, causing you to gasp in pain, but you didn’t dare try to break free.

“Let me make it clear to you once more. You belong to Doppio, to ME!! If you are not loyal to me then you are a liability! You do know what happens to those that I deem to be a liability, don’t you?” he practically spat in your face.

“Y-yes! I’m sorry! I’ll never-- I’ll never do it again!” you said, squirming in discomfort due to the grip on your arm.

The Boss released you and you sagged to the floor, doing everything in your power not to burst into tears in front of him. After this, the last thing you needed was for the Boss to view you as an emotional fool.

“I will hold you to that.” he said and you could hear the contempt in his voice. “Now get out.”

You had no idea where the door was but that didn’t stop you from picking yourself up and charging into the darkness to find where you hoped the exit would be. Luckily, the door slid open as you approached and you wasted no time practically jumping out of the room. The door slammed closed behind you with a foreboding clang. To your surprise, Doppio was waiting there for you, looking both worried and downcast. When he saw you he threw his arms around you in an embrace. You returned it, though shakily.

You knew the truth about the Boss now. It was something else that no one else knew. Vinegar Doppio and the Boss of Passione were the same person. They occupied the same body somehow. But this wasn’t some rare disorder or anything so… human. No, this was something straight out of Robert Louis Stevenson! Pure Jekyll and Hyde shit! You weren’t sure how something like that was actually possible, unless it had something to do with his Stand (which you were certain he must have, even though you hadn’t seen it yet).

You looked down at Doppio, who was brazenly snuggling his face into your chest, and took a few slow breaths to calm your jangled nerves.

“I’m sorry, Doppio.” you said, hoping to smooth things out between yourself and this “current incarnation” of the Boss.

The man in question looked up at you and cheered, smiling sweetly as if the events of the day had only been a waking nightmare.

“I forgive you…” he cooed, but suddenly his whole body seemed to tremble and twitch. His head jerked back and it seemed as if a whole separate set of eyeballs rolled around to replace his own. Now you were, once again, staring into the Boss’s wild green eyes.

“...but…” he said, in a deep threatening voice that was most certainly NOT Doppio’s, “If your lovely eyes ever begin to rove again, I will cut them from their sockets!”

Doppio’s body convulsed once and he was back to normal.

“I still want to buy you something nice, if that’s okay?” he said, grinning and giving your waist a little squeeze.

You grinned at him nervously.

“Okay, sweetheart.” you said with a gulp. “We can do whatever you want to do.”

You just barely caught the triumphant grin on his face, before Doppio started dragging you out of the alley to finish your date.

You should have stayed as a messenger.

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spicyicetea · 1 month

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Just my luck that I'd mention the poll saying one thing and it suddenly changing. I've decided that I'm going to go off of what the poll says as I'm writing chapter 1. Currently its caught between having no powers and being able to take peoples powers when they've been defeated. I'm going to go off of the idea that she can take powers from someone once they're dead, but the power is weakened. For example, she could take a dead mans stand but it would be nowhere near as strong as it was with the original user. I hope this makes all parties happy, yall still get your horny yanderes don't worry.

You were always ours

JJBA various!Yandere x reader

MDNI with this story it will contain NSFW themes and behaviour, you are responsible for the content you consume. TW!Blood/Mentions of Sexual assault/Y/N degrades herself due to past abusive relationship.

prologue/(Chapter 1)/Next part

With a groan and your head rocking against the cold stone beneath, you lifted yourself up. The left side of your head and hair were wet, having been soaking in the puddle you awoke in. Everying still hurts, head spinning in a nauseating way. What had just happened? Where were you? Your hands were covered in light scratches, stinging as your fingers flexed to gain your bearings. The last thing you remembered was… yes that thing grabbing you and your eye.

“Thank god you're awake! Y/N are you alright?” Eliana knelt beside you, cradling her own arm.

Blood ran down her fingers and dripped into the puddle, a rather large gash in her upper arm. In her other hand was a what looked like a letter opener, bloodied and chipped. Her hair was a knotted mess as she grabbed your face and tilted it left and right, inspecting the bruises from the harsh ground. She pause, starring at your eye with an odd intensity.

“Holy shit, no way, that looks the exact same as their birthmark. A star but not perfect, slightly warped… oh no… is that why we're here? Is this England?”

“Eliana, what are talking about-” She harshly turned your head to look at your reflection in the water, and as she stated, one of your pupils was now a strange looking star.

“So that wasn't a dream… I did see my eye right in our dorm. Wait does that mean that purple thing was real too?”

“Purple thing?”

“Yeah, there was this man who grabbed me from behind when i tried to help you after you passed out, but his body was purple…”

“No way… that was-”

“What are two little ladies like you doing out here in the middle of the night. Didn't think girlies like you were prostitutes.”

A man grabbed a fistful of your hair, yanking you up to stand on the tips of your toes. You hissed in pain as he held your hair tightly, his other hand grabbing the neck of your shirt. His friend just stood behind Eliana grabbing her arms as she went to punch him.

“Woah there pretty girl, you'll get your turn once we're done with your friend here.” They laughed, fear shooting up your neck, feeling the bile rising in your throat.

“Get off of her you bastard,” Eliana thrashed, biting the mans arm.

Despite how much you wanted to scream and gouge this fuckers eyes out, you couldn't move. It had been a year since your ex had been chased off by Eliana, but it seemed he still haunted you. The echoes of his hands against your bruised skin, nails digging into you neck as he squeezed as hard as he could. Why? To punish you of course. You had spilt cola all down his shirt and you had to be taught a lesson. Always misbehaving, you couldn't do anything right. Maybe he's still watching you… maybe you deserved this. It was impossible to see with your vision obscured with tears, just letting yourself go limp as your legs became cold due to your trousers falling to your ankles. Just like him… you can just play dead and he'll get bored.

“What are you doing? That's no way to treat a lady!”

Your bare legs hit the ground as your ears rang, barely keeping you conscious. A pair of hands grabbed your shoulders as someone pulled you to your feet, helping fix your clothes. As the ringing stopped, new voices stood out from the general ambience, helping bring you out of your trance.

“Is she going to be alright? Poor thing, no true gentleman would even think of touching a woman like that. Such a fair maiden as well…”

“She'll be fine, it isn't the first time… sorry that's not my information to divulge…” Eliana said, her face coming into focus as she wiped tears from your cheeks with a handkerchief.

“Not the first? Blimey… good thing Jonathan and I got here when we did. Ah her eyes, hey are you feeling better?”

You looked over the three people in front of you, Eliana handing a handkerchief to a blue haired man. To his right was a blond man, the one who was just speaking, his eyes scanning over your face attentively. Swallowing down the feeling of anxiety as much as possible, you nodded and he smiled, turning to his friend to get his attention. His friend turned to you with a soft smile, handing you the handkerchief motioning to bellow your nose. You touch your upper lip and notice the small amount of blood stuck to it, you must have bitten your lip in the struggle.

“Ah thank you…” Your eyes scanned the cloth he had handed you, reading the name on it. “Jonathan Joestar. Thank you Jonathan, genuinely thank you so much.” Tears bubbled up in your eyes as you stepped forward, your shaky legs giving way as you face plant into his chest. He gasped before grabbing your shoulder, his other hand raising your head by your chin to make sure you hadn't hurt yourself. It was like the world went silent, his eyes staring into your own. His thumb rubbed over your bottom lip as his pupils dialated, head cocking to the side before he jolted back. His friend had put a hand on his shoulder, muttering something before he gasped and let you go.

“Ah yes! I have to return to father! Thanks for reminding me Speedwagon, you should accompany me! After my father is given his antidote I'm sure he'd let you stay with us, you wouldn't have to worry about nasty men like that anymore. I'd keep you safe.”

“I… I cant accept that Jonathan, you've already done enough.”

“Nonsense! I can't leave a defenceless woman like yourself in such a dangerous area!”

“He's right, these streets aren't safe for a sweet woman like yourself, I should know.” Speedwagon added, him and Jonathan sharing a strange look before nodding and turning back to you.

“I'm flattered, I really am but I cant leave my friend behind-”

“Then she can come to, come on then keep up we don't have time to waste!” Jonathan picked you up by your hips, holding you bridal style in his arms and he ran from the alley.

“HEY WAIT UP” Eliana yelled, running after him and Speedwagon.

“I said you had to keep up!” Jonathan yelled back, smiling down at you.

There was something about that smile, so sweet and consuming. He was so… warm. Maybe he was right… having somewhere warm to sleep would be nice. So warm…

While resting your head against his chest your eyes slipped closed, falling asleep against him. You couldn’t see the way he smiled down and squeezed you tighter, just making you mumble in your sleep.

“So what are you going to do with my friend while you’re confronting Dio huh?” Eliana said, catching up finally.

“Wow, you’re faster than you look. I’ll do what I have to… wait, how do you know about Dio.”

“We overheard you talking earlier, mentioning him poisoning your father.”

Jonathan gave her a suspicious look, before turning his head back to your sleeping form, running a hand through your hair, despite the knots and wet half. Eliana observed his motions and her face contorted in concern. This isn’t how Jonathan is meant to be acting, we shouldn’t throw off the plot too much… but Y/N she doesn’t know… is he glaring at me? Eliana snapped out of her thoughts as her eyes met Jonathan’s again, caught in a harsh glare. His gaze soon softened as he put on a smile but it was too late.

“I can carry Y/N, she’s my friend after all.”

“Oh don’t worry, she’s perfectly happy with me, what was you name again?”

“Eliana.”

“Well Eliana, we’re at my home, I’d appreciate it if you waited outside with Speedwagon while I tend to my father. Y/N is staying with me.”

“What, no what if Dio-“

“I’ll handle Dio, now stay here, it’s not safe for you.” Jonathan left to go inside as Speedwagon put a hand on Eliana’s shoulder, stopping her from following.

“So that’s your name darling… Y/N… how pretty. Hmm, Y/N Joestar.” His eyes widen as you shift in your sleep, clinging to his shirt as he tightens his grip on you. “Oh you’re so precious.”

“What have you got there Jonathan? Already moved on from the last wench, or is she some…” the man paused staring down at you. Jonathan shifted you to his side, placing your body down by the door.

“Dio… keep your evil eyes off of her. Now, we have business to discuss!”

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privitivium · 2 months

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I NEED a yan ghiacchio with a reader that acts dense but knows that ghiacchio likes him, but wanted ghiacchio to be the one who confesses

Imagining an overly possessive and angry person be so shy towards someone is just cute to me..

I need a jealous scene..like seriously.

sure friend. sorry for any mistakes that mightve slipped by

yandere, jealous ghia w knowing, "dense" male reader

subbot ghiaccio/topreader. rambles

cw;; nsfw, toxic ghia sorta!

i cant imagine him as nice nor shy bro,, he's a major a bratty jackassy bttm. imagining ghiaccio as shy to someone he likes is a little hard for me but not totally impossible... he flirts really lamely by critiquing everything you do without even trying to be rude - it's just how he comes off as!! i mean,, hes definitely a little awkward or sometimes way too mean at times - but that's only because he imagines really dirty stuff about you at random while interacting with you or seeing you talk to your shared friends...

seeing you, not chilling with the rest of the gang as usual, rather getting ready for something - to go somewhere... no longer in your usual outfit which consisted of comfortable clothes, you were a bit dressed up... to go to the bar, you say? and are you inviting him? he expects to be invited too, it's a courtesy, no?? no, it isn't. but you should probably inform him of your plans earlier on, huh?! look at all this racket now, theyre all curious as to where you're going! ( it's really just him who's curious - you usually all go together, but you want to go alone?...) he invites himself to go with you, playing it off coolly as he couldㅡ

"you moronㅡof course you can't go alone!ㅡwe are a team and it's time you start acting like it." tugging the passenger door to your car open and sitting with his arms crossed over his chest. you wouldn't stand for being berated for being weak - but you know this man can go on for hours and sit for days in anger if you were to start an argument about wanting alone time, so you leave it alone and cruise... ghiaccio twitching, tapping along the armrest in near nervousness? glancing over at you - just in-beetween your legs and feels blood shoot downward. he directs the cool air to his face and has to sit in the awkwardnessㅡ

ghiaccio shyly mentioning, "i'm privy to a few quality places in this area..." and with that, coolly replying and not missing a beat - "oh, yeah? you have to show me, sometime..." ghiaccio stills, nearly squirming in his seat - were you flirting? you were flirting. that sounded like flirting and ghiaccio was not stupid, you were flirting. huffing out the rough sentence of;; "... yeah, whatever. don't draw attention to yourself."

hanging around you at the bar you dragged him to - it was scarce of people. not that ghiaccio minded... he felt like you were on a date, drinking your little drinks together... it was awkwardly silent between you - and he had no idea how to fix it. were you mad at him or something?!? what gave you the right to be mad at him-? the disgusting feeling of love sickness settling in his tummy as he feels your elbow brush against his - and not to mention this is a classy place!! changing the subject in his mind from the way you feel, he couldn't stand the fucking loudmouths on your left - who obviously didn't understand bar etiquette.

ㅡand he hated the fact that you joined in??? hearing you voice your own thoughts on whatever they were talking - making friends with drunken idiots... despicable. how can you stand such stupidity? it's nearly commendable. not to mention you were with him - ghiaccio?! shouldnt you be talking to him instead of these damned strangers?! it was two men, three including you, before one of the drunken morons leave - leaving you talking animatedly with the other...

or it could be something like. you dancing with a crowd of people - ghiaccio watching from his table or the bar - seeing some guys hand brush against your ass. either way, it ends up with ghiaccio beating the piss out of some guy behind the bar surrounded by the other patrons too scared of his pure white rage and you have to be the one to forcefully drag him offㅡ"what happened to not drawing attention to ourselves?" keeping your tone leveled as you leisurely lead him away by the crook of his arm, and he follows wordlessly. surprising. even more surprising that he didnt freeze the guy and break the ice.

in the end, dragging him home - offering conversation in the car... and not at all mentioning the guy he beat up out of disgusting jealousy,,, then at the base, being a little extra touchy with him - knowing how it gets him. he was wondering if you did know how you made him feel - getting paranoid about you and jerking off in the shower while muttering, "i hate you," or "i love you,". Loser

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dilfartist · 10 months

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congrats on 1k!! so proud of u woohoo!! "jotaro; this isn't working out. let's break up."

Jotaro's pen comes to an abrupt halt, the ink spilling onto the page and ruining all his hard drudgery on his schoolwork. "What are you talking about?" It comes out dry and gruff with no concealment of his annoyance.

Jotaro doesn't bother turning around to face you, his bulk back being the only thing you see. It aggravates you; he's not even taking you seriously in an actual serious situation.

"I'm being serious Jotaro!" You bark, walking over to him, looking at him sideways. Jotaro gives an irked side eye, furrowed dark brows dropping farther. Jotaro finally sets his pen down, his attention shifting to you.

"Why?"

"I just-" you pause, hands find their way to your hips. You need to choose your next words wisely. The last thing you want is Jotaro lashing out at you because of an angry outburst. You want to end this relationship on a friendly note. "I just need time for myself."

Jotaro is silent. The room falls so quiet, that when Jotaro finally raises from his chair, you nearly jump from the noise. Jotaro quickly picks up his workbooks, "You're lying to me." He states factually.

"No, I'm not, Jotaro-"

"You're not leaving me, (Name)" Jotaro's expression is stern, devoid of any sadness or warmth. It's almost terrifying. "Try, see what happens."

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pleasedonteatmedemon · 7 months

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Jotaro part 4 yandere nsfw pls 🙏🏼🙏🏼

Sure, although for future reference please be more specific for what you're wanting.

ALSO sorry for the long wait!! I've been busy.

Constructive criticism is always appreciated!!

Cw: Very little manipulation involved, a kidnapped y/n, name calling,

" Good grief. I don't understand why you try so hard just to anger me. What good does it do to you? " Jotaro says, his single hand holding both of your wrists together. You look up at Jotaro with fear, he loomed over you, very tall compared to you. You had tried to escape through the window but had gotten caught while in the process.

You have been forced to be in this house for about four months; You originally came over to his house for a friendly dinner. Big mistake.

You couldn't bare looking into his eyes; They held such a cold look. Jotaro tilts his head, "Now now, not so bold anymore, huh?" He spoke. You bite your lip, hoping even if slightly-it would calm your nerves. You were oh so very fucked.

"Why would you even want to leave? I have plenty money, a nice house, and I know just as much as you do-" He stops, his face getting very close to your own; Too close for comfort. He moves his free hand and caresses your cheek. You close your eyes tightly, tensing up.

Jotaro chuckles lightly, "I'm a very attractive man...so why do you bother fighting back? I can give you everything you've ever wanted and more. But you're a smart girl, I'm sure you already know that." He says, finishing his sentence with a small chuckle.

You slowly look up at him, You couldn't help but feel scared at the moment. He wasn't wrong, you did find him very attractive but you were engaged to someone that you have a deep connection with, unlike Jotaro.

Jotaro sighs, his hand tracing your chin and then grabbing your jaw. You gasp. He looks into your eyes. "It's him..isn't it? What could he have that I don't?" Jotaro says. "Hm?" He adds, awaiting some sort of response.

Jotaro didn't seem too mad about the situation at hand anymore. He was pissed at first.

"Does he please you well? Make you feel good? Eh? Do you think that I can't?" He asks, you could smell the nicotine on his breath. "I-uh..." You choke out, your eyes widen at his boldness.

You actually had never had sex with your fiance. You were waiting for your wedding night. But you can forget about all that now.

"I'm right aren't I?" Jotaro says, a small smile presenting itself on his face. His voice stops your train of thought. You blink. "That's not- I-ugh..." You try to speak, you could feel yourself getting flustered. You huff in agitation and face away from Jotaro, his grasp on your jaw releasing.

"Just let me go, I don't understand why you like me so much! There are so many other chicks that would love to be forced to stay with you. let me go!" You whine, trying to break your wrists off Jotaro's grasp.

Jotaro lets out a small hum and watches your futile struggle. "Stop your whining, it's annoying." His grip on your wrists tightens, and you wince, then looking at him.

He looks up and then back at you "Why do I like you?" He says, then smiles, chuckling. "What's there not to like?" He says, tilting his head slightly, still smiling. "You're everything I've wanted, although, there is one thing..." He looks to the side, his smile fading. "You keep playing hard to get, it's so... agitating! Why can't you just love me?? " he looks back at you. He looked more annoyed than mad though.

'What a baby... I bet he's only upset because he's never been denied like this. God I wish I had his ego so I could tell him how selfish he is. He probably had everything handed to him since birth. '

This was probably the only time you heard him yell at you with actual meaning to it.

He grits his teeth before sighing. His eyes soften and he softly frowns. "Why can't you just love me? That jackass can't give you even a fraction of what I could. You're breaking my heart, you know that? I'm hurt. You're hurting me. You are such a selfish bitch." He states, his eyebrows furrowing.

You blink. 'What is this? Is this jackass seriously trying to make me feel bad?' You frown, looking away from him, slightly squinting your eyes in slight disgust. "I'm selfish..? You kidnapped me! You expect me to be okay staying in a house all day with a man I barely know claiming that he loves me?" You look back at Jotaro, your eyebrows furrowed.

Jotaro slightly widens his eyes at your small outburst. "Well-" You cut him off. " Jotaro, you may be attractive but that means absolutely nothing to me, you could give me all the money in the world and I wouldn't love you! You are not who I love Jotaro. I hate to break it to you but some people look beyond those things." You state, then biting your lip. You couldn't help but feel a little scared of how he might respond.

He gives you a wide toothy grin, then started laughing "Why-...Ha..." He takes a deep breath, his laughing stopped but is now replaced with a smile on his face. He uses his free hand to squish your face, you try to break his grasp by moving your head around but he manages to hold you still.

"That." Was all he said. "Wh-What?" You blink, feeling yourself start to burn up. Why was he laughing? Did you say something weird? "You don't care about those things, that's one of the many reasons I want you Y/n. I know you won't use me for money, and you won't want me solely for my looks. " He states, still smiling.

'Won't?'

"What?" You say, your eyes were wide. He lets go of you, your wrists, and your face. You hold your wrists, looking down at them, then back up at Jotaro who was still smiling. "You never answered my question." He says, closing his eyes and sighing, his face going back to a poker one.

"What does that short bitch have that I don't?" He says, raising an eyebrow. You blink. "I-uh well..." You swallow, you could feel yourself getting red again. 'Why do I have to think about this? Oh god, he's smiling again that cocky bastard!'

You face away from Jotaro and cross your arms. "Well, he doesn't guilt trip me! And...And uhm... " You bite your lip, you knew that dick was smiling at you, you didn't have to look. "I-I actually know him!" You say. "Neither of those are an actual answer sweetie. Also, when did I ever guilt trip you?" He says, chuckling. "Also, you do know me.." He says, you look over at him. You noticed him starting to take a step towards you, you quickly back away from him, but after a few steps your back is sadly met with the window that you were trying to escape out of.

You look behind you then back at him. "Get away from me! I don't uh...I don't wanna be near you right now!" You say, avoiding eye contact with the bastard and balling your fists. You squeeze your eyes shut. You could feel him getting closer to you. "Oh...There is also another thing that I don't really like about you... you have horrible taste in men. " He chuckles.

You lowly open your eyes, looking up at him. 'This is so embarrassing... I mean... I guess when I really think about it... my boyfriend is a little boring, there's not really much about him- no...I shouldn't think that way...' "Well, He doesn't try to force me to love him!" You let out, your voice slightly cracking. "Still not exactly an answer. " He says, he put his hand under your jaw, pushing up, causing you to look at him. You only frown in defeat, looking up at him.

That look on his face, his stupid smirk...why did you feel so flustered??

"Just accept it, you're mine now. You can forget all about that basic bastard." He says. 'Wait... is his face getting closer to yours or are you just tweaking?? No...is he... he would never!'

Your eyes widen, his lips meet yours, his hands pin against the wall on each side of you. You freeze, tensing up, not moving a muscle. 'Why..why can't I move? What...what is this feeling? I need to push him away- but...' You close your eyes, setting your hands on Jotaro's chest, gripping his black sweater.

'what if...I just...'

You feel his tongue slide against your lips, you open your mouth slightly. You feel his wet muscle enter your mouth. You let out a small squeak. You feel his tongue explore your mouth.

'Just...'

You start kissing him back, your tongues intertwining. You feel him chuckle into the kiss. You could taste the nicotine in his mouth. You can't believe you're actually letting him do this. You feel so hot. His hands find themselves on your waist, squeezing you slightly.

You let out a small squeak. You find your hands trailing his chest... 'He's so...muscled...' Then your hands go higher, finding themselves around Jotaro's neck. His tongue just feels so nice against yours, he's such a rough kisser.

'Why am I letting him do this? Why am I...oh god...it just...it feels so right...It's..it's making me feel...oh god I'm so horny.'

Your hands go up to his head, your hands grip his hair. It's probably been years since you've had sex. But you're not sure if that's exactly where you want things to go to right now. You could feel your eyes get slightly teary, you felt so flustered and nervous.

Jotaro's hands go lower, oh god he's grabbing your ass. His hands go lower; to your thighs. 'What is he doi-'

He breaks the kiss, a trail of saliva connecting your mouths. You feel him grabbing your thighs pushing you up. In one swift motion you find yourself in Jotaro's arms, your hands now around his neck. "Ah," You let out, looking down, then at Jotaro.

You both just look at each other for a moment, your expression very different from his. You blink. "I didn't know you liked me so much..." He says, smiling again. "I-...." You didn't know what to say, you look away from him, you couldn't bear to look him in the eyes. "You're so red Y/n." He says chuckling. "Do I make you nervous?"

'Why does he have to be so bold...'

You let out a breath you didn't know you were holding. He turns around, walking towards his bed. Conveniently you were in his bedroom. "W-wait wh-what are you-" You start but getting cut off. "Shhh, shut up." He says. For some reason you complied. He finally makes it to the white sheet-ed king sized bed, pushing you off of him and onto the mattress. You sit up, blinking at him.

This was just moving all too fast.

He gets on the bed, sitting on his knees in front of you, looking at you. He takes off his sweater and tossing it to the floor. 'Oh god he's even hotter without it- wait what the hell am I thinking I need to get out of here...But...I just kinda...don't...want to? What is wrong with me!'

Your heart was beating so fast. If you could get any more red and nervous you would, his toned abs and muscular form as well as his happy trail was almost too much for you. "I knew you'd finally come around princess..." He says only above a whisper. You slightly shook your head, your eyes wide as you watched him. He started crawling closer to you, you quickly closed your legs. "W-Wait, I-uh, Jotaro I don't really know if I-"

"Oh c'mon, you seriously don't want this?" He says raising his eyebrows, a hand landing on your knee. "It'll feel good I promise. You won't be leaving this room till your cum is all over my cock.." He says, his eyes narrowing at your form, looking you up and down. Your eyes widen at his choice of words, he's so vulgar sometimes.

You bite your lip, then looking away from Jotaro. You slowly open your legs. "That's my girl, now look at me, don't look away from me, I wanna see your face when I fuck you like the stupid little bitch you are. Oh, and don't even think I forgot about you trying to leave." He says, pointing a finger at you before getting in between your legs.

You look to the side then back at Jotaro. "S-Sorry..." You say in a whisper. You can't believe you're actually apologizing to him for that. He smiles, grabbing your tights, pulling them down. "Hm? What'd you say?" He says. 'That cocky bastard!' "N-Nothing...Never mind..."

He slides your pants all the way off, throwing them to the side. "God your panties are so soaked. You're that wet just from me kissing you, tsk, such a slut." He says as if he wasn't rock hard right now. You look to the side. "No no, keep your eyes on me, princess. Stop making me repeat myself." He says. You look back at him.

Your eyes widen once more, feeling his thumb on your pussy, rubbing your clothed clit. Your breath hitched. You then adjusted yourself, laying down. You start to wonder if your boyfriend would have been able to make you feel this good.

'No... it'd be much different...'

You were finally calming down, you didn't feel as embarrassed as you were before, and those feelings were replaced with new ones. You felt so vulnerable under Jotaro's touch, but.. it wasn't enough, you wanted more, you wanted him.

"J-Jotaro..." Oh god there it was again, you felt yourself get hot. "What?" His voice made you break out of the small trance you were in for a moment. "I- ah...I uhm, could you well, I...oh my god..." You wanted to tell him that you wanted him right now, but oh god were you in bliss.

"Hm?" That sound, his voice, was almost hypnotizing. You shook your head slightly, "Jotaro...Ah...Please, I-I want you..." You manage to say. His thumb stopped and he just looked at you for a moment before smiling. "You'll have to be a little more specific.." He says lightly chuckling. You furrow your eyebrows frowning but then sighing. You gulp.

"P-Please...uhm" You bite your lip, looking to the wall then back at him. "Could y-you... you... you really are a prick you know that? J-Just fuck me already.." You whine. Jotaro only chuckles in response. "Okay." He says.

You couldn't help but feel a little excited when you saw him start to undo his belt. You could see his bulge. Even though you haven't seen his cock yet, you could tell he was big from the size of the tent in his pants. Jotaro tosses his belt to the side, then focuses his attention on you.

He grabs a hold of your panties, pulling them off and tossing them to the side as well. He lets out a whistle. "God you're dripping." He says. He pulls his pants down, taking them off. He then pulls his cock out of his fly. Your eyes widen at the sight before you.

Calling Jotaro big would be an understatement. You swallow, watching as Jotaro slowly stroked himself. It seemed the carpet did match the drapes, you always thought his hair was dyed. Your eyes kept going back and fourth from his dick to face.

Jotaro takes off his boxers and set them aside. "Like what you see?"

You only looked at him with wide eyes.

His hands move to your body, caressing your clothed waist before moving upwards and squeezing your tits.

You were only wearing a tan top.

"No bra?" Jotaro says, his fingers circling your now hardened nipples.

He moves his hands down t the hem of your shirt. "Here, sit up for a sec."

You oblige.

He then lifts up your shirt, taking it off and tossing it away.

You go to lay back but you freeze for a sec, feeling his hands on your ass. "I want you on my lap." He states bluntly.

You blink. "O-Oh...Ok.." You say. Hesitantly moving yourself to his lap. You tried not to be squished against him but he pulled you in. Your hands moved to his chest. You could feel his dick against your pelvis. You only look up at Jotaro with wide eyes and a flushed face, he looked like he was in some sorta trance. His hands slide up and down your back, soothingly.

He closes his eyes and brings you in for a kiss; You reciprocate and your lips meet his. You squeeze your eyes tight shut. You wrap your arms around his neck. He was being much more passionate then before.

'His lips are so soft...'

You turn your head, deepening the kiss and sliding your tongue into Jotaro's mouth. Jotaro lets out a small groan, his tongue entangling with yours.

You were so wet. You were pretty sure you got your arousal fluid on his dick.

(You did, and he was loving it more than a kid at mcdonalds)

You feel him quickly jerk his hips up. You gasp through your nose, and your eyes open for a second. You continue kissing Jotaro, whining at him.

Jotaro breaks the kiss, a string of saliva connected your mouths.

You both look at each other with half lidded eyes.

"Lay down..." He says only above a whisper.

You oblige him and scoot off his lap, then laying down and spreading out your legs for him.

He then, in a swift motion, moves himself on top of you. His hands on either side of you. You gasped at the sudden action. He put his head on the crook of your neck, kissing and licking the area. You couldn't believe this was actually about to happen.

You feel him guide his tip to your entrance, sliding his dick across your slit.

"Look at you...I love you so much.." Jotaro mutters. You could only make some of what he had said out.

You felt him slowly ease into your entrance, going slow in hopes of not making you too uncomfortable.

Jotaro lets out a shaky breath, pushing himself fully inside you.

Neither of you had done anything that exhausting yet, but you were both panting like dogs.

He stayed there in that spot, heavily breathing against your neck and taking in this moment.

It was so quiet, but so loud at the same time.

You could hear his and your heartbeat.

You felt so warm and hot inside.

You shakily move your hands to around his neck, lightly petting the ends of his hair. You could feel him shiver against you.

Jotaro pulls his head back, just enough to look at you.

"You ready?"

You slowly nod letting out a "Mhm"

He pulls out, then quickly shoving himself back in. Your eyes widen and you let out a short gasp. You wrap your legs around him as he continued thrusting himself in and out of you at a rapid pace.

"J-Jotaro...I ah..J- hgnnnn..." You whine. His dick filled you so perfectly, it hit all the right spots. You couldn't help but arch your back, the way he hit your g-spot; it just felt to good.

Your eyes grow teary, you felt this buzz-y like feeling all over your body. You only look up at Jotaro. Even though everything was moving quickly you could still make out Jotaro's expression. His eyebrows furrowed and mouth agape. His eyes held such an infatuated look.

How embarrassing, you felt yourself already start to reach your limit. It really had been a long time huh?

You let let out short moans as Jotaro continued.

Just when you thought it wouldn't be possible, he started going even quicker.

His thrusts started to seem more desperate as he got quicker.

The only sounds that could be heard were both of your moans and groans, his balls slapping against you, and the creaking of the bed.

Was...was he also getting close?

You hoped so; you weren't sure how much more of this you could take before you'd burst.

"Y-Y/n-! I love you...!" He groaned out.

He puts his head in the crook of you neck, continuing his godly speed of fucking you.

You were twitching everywhere, you felt a very hot wave flow over you. Your eyes were getting teary. You could feel where your pelvis area tighten up. What is this feeling?

'Am I about to...!'

You twist your head away from Jotaro, Pushing down on Jotaro, pulling him in closer to you. "A-Ahh...I-... Jot-a...hgnnn ~ ..." You couldn't make out words. Your legs wrap around him even tighter. You felt your whole body tense up. Your whole body was tingling with pleasure.

You notice Jotaro had stopped, He was gripping the sheets, his dick still very much deep inside you. If you had to guess why, you'd say he had just came.

You finally come down from your high. Your legs drop and so do your hands.

He relaxes himself, laying down on you. Damn that motherfucker weighs a lot.

"J-Jotaro..?"

"Hm..?" He grunts.

"I can't breathe."

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dippindotsdio · 10 months

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Pink in the Night

A part of some nonsensical yandere Josuke I've had written for a while. This has been in my drafts for too long...

Gender neutral reader. Obsessive (and probably ooc) Josuke.

~☆

Josuke's feelings were blossoming for you with every passing day and every moment you were in his presence (which was basically 24/7 now). He feared if he didn't confess soon, his heart would crack, and like a breaking dam all his love would spill out. He was worried about scaring you away but deep down he knew you'd stay with him. He's all you have after all.

That night he gave you his confession, and his heart, whether you wanted it or not.

"I'm in love with you, I've loved you so much ever since we were kids and these feelings- these feelings just keep growing and growing and growing. I can't take it anymore, the longer I hide my love for you, the more I feel like I'll die. All I can ever think about is you and how much you mean to me. My heart beats for you and only you." He spoke in such a soft but stern way. Your hands were intertwined and he looked deep within your eyes as he poured his heart out to you. It felt like he was staring at your very soul and you got a taste of the overwhelming, sickly sweet feelings he held for you. His violet eyes were so intense and dark, you felt like the longer you gazed into them you'd begin to drown in all that love.

Nonetheless his confession made your heart flutter. The skin on your face had warmed and you swallowed nervously. You'd been friends this long and he'd already been crossing the boundaries of a normal friendship, why not accept his feelings? Even if you weren’t sure what you felt was love, you still liked him to some extent.

"I like you too..."

He pulled you into a bear hug and buried his face into your shoulder, making you freeze at the sudden intense contact.

"I'm so happy...you have no idea how happy you've made me right now.." he mumbled into your shoulder. "I love you so much, [y/n]."

All you could do was stand there and hug him back. His words brought a small smile to your face and once again you couldn't help the quickening pace of your heartbeat.

You didn't understand why he gave you all his attention and love but the way his arms were wrapped around you so tightly, oh it made you feel so loved... He made you feel things you've never experienced before and you loved it. All the sweet little things he'd say to you, and only you, they gave you the sweetest butterflies. He gave you all the affection no one else could ever give to you, and you thrived in it.

Josuke finally let you go after what felt like forever but gave you a look like he still has something he wanted. He breaks eye contact and his lips turn up into an awkward smile. You can't help but smile back as you wondered what was up with him.

"You're so pretty, y'know? Sometimes when I look at you, I just wanna kiss every inch of your face and see that smile of yours."

~☆

[I finally posted the full version which you can find here if you liked this bit!]

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pfpanimes · 2 years

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⌕ jojo’s bizarre adventure - narciso anasui.

like or reblog if you save/use.

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fugos-lawyer · 3 months

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Just some shit

#risotto nero #yandere risotto #la squadra #jjba #risotto fanart #risotto my beloved #jojo risotto #jjba risotto #seccolata #jjba secco #secco #secco jojo #jojos bizzare adventure fanart #jojo shitpost #melone

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thecw-unicorn · 1 year

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Yandere! Giorno Drabble

The lovely, beautiful, stunning, and amazing @mrsgiovanna is hosting a Giorno month for his birthday in April, and as soon as I saw those yandere prompts I just HAD to write something so here’s my contribution!!!

TW: toxic behavior/relationship

He had given you another gift.

It was too much. The way he’d look at you. The way he’d talk to you. So loving, so sickening.

As if he wasn’t responsible for the panic attacks, the endless hours of weeping, begging to be let go. It was a vicious cycle, seemingly incapable of being broken.

You often cycled between sadness and anger most days, often accompanied by helplessness. Every day was a battle to find the will to even get out of bed.

The locket sits in front of you. “Do you like it?” He asks, intent on an answer. “…it’s lovely.” You answer. It was the truth. A rose shaped locket, with delicate moonstones as the leaves surrounding it. It was beautiful, and yet you couldn’t stand to look at it. “I really don’t need it, Giorno. This is too much.” You were surprised at how fast the words came out. As if the barrier holding you back had suddenly burst. Giorno chuckles slightly, leaning forward and gently grasping your hand, as if you were made of the most delicate porcelain. “I just want you to have the loveliest things, amore.” He mumbles. He gives you a sweet smile, and raises your hand up, and places a small kiss on it.

“Would you like me to put it on?” He asks. “Umm..sure” you quietly reply. He smiles, then steps behind you, taking great care to gently sweep your hair over your shoulder. He takes his time to place the necklace around your neck, and clicks the button in place, straightening it up one last time, and smoothing out your soft hair. He pauses for a moment, taking a moment to admire it. He’s always loved your hair, and frequently insisted on styling it for you, opting to braid it most of the time, with specific flowers threaded throughout. His action causes heat to spread across your face, silently thankful he was behind you.

He never failed to make you blush, much to your annoyance. He could cause your anguish and deep bottomless pit of despair, and yet would be the only one to comfort you. He’d give you the most beautiful and unique flowers. He’d hold you in his arms on the worst nights. You hated it. You hated how good it felt. You hated how he would cause you to retreat to your room, trapping you with nothing but your emotions (most prominently your sadness and anger), and how after a few days, he’d lure you out with sweet and cooed words without fail. You hated the confusion of it all.

“Is everything all right, cara? You seem distracted.” Giorno asks, jolting you from your thoughts. He’d already sat back down in front of you. He could always tell. Know every single thing about you in that one moment. It made you feel hopeless, or like a glass statue, made to be seen through. “I just miss my family.” You said, doing your best to seem as sad as possible. He always got overwhelmed by your tears. That was the one thing you felt you had over you. He may have just about all of Italy in the palm of his hand, but you held his heart. At least, that’s what he told you. It was hard to believe, with the extreme isolation from anybody that wasn’t him, or his immediate close friends. He’s always treated you gently, almost loving. Despite this, you didn’t trust him. Physically, he can do anything to you whenever he wanted, although he vehemently swore to never ever raise a hand to you, and that promise has remained truth in your time with him. But still, his muscular and tall, imposing figure still kept that fear alive.

You heard him exhale sharply, and can see the clenching of his chin. Whether it was from your sad tone, or the mention of your family, you weren’t sure. You knew how much he didn’t like it when you brought up your past, especially your family and friends. “Amore, we’ve been through this.” The annoyance was clear in his voice and face. You could feel your blood running cold. Would this be it? The final straw? He hated repeating himself, he told you, and you’ve mentioned your family a few times. How much more of this talk would he handle? You shudder to think what he would do if you had pushed them too far. He sighs. “They have their own lives. And we have ours here together.” He says after a tense and uncomfortable silence. He sees the impact on your face, the way your shoulder crumbles in defeat. He didn’t hate your family, not truly anyways. He merely wished you would stop concerning yourself with them. It’d only cause more heartache.

“Can’t I just see them? One last time, to say goodbye. Then I won’t mention them ever again. I promise. Please.” You emphasized, tears forming in your eyes. You couldn’t help them, but you knew they would affect Giorno even more so. He closes his eyes and turns away, not able to stand the sight of you crying as you suspected. He hated it when you begged. It reminded him of all the other people who would come to him, begging for his assistance with whatever task. How they’d go on their knees, particularly sobbing and swearing to do whatever for him. Seeing you begging like the others made his stomach churn. You were different, you were special. The others most of the time were by no means decent. You were, and so much more. You shouldn’t have to grovel the way the others did for his attention and aid. You are so much more special than the others, and you couldn’t even realize it most of the time.

“Cara…” he starts. “You know I would give you anything and everything your heart desires. But that is too dangerous.” You shouldn’t have been surprised. Anytime you asked about your friends or family, or going outside the villa, you were always denied on the basis of the danger. Not once have you ever seen or heard of these so-called dangers he feared so greatly would come upon you. “You are my wife. I vowed to keep you safe, and I will do anything to achieve that.”

You cringed, feeling your stomach turn. You detested when he referred to you as that. You didn’t consent to this life, to this mockery of a marriage between the both of you. You remember that day. Or specifically, that night. You were dreading the idea of getting intimate with him, and could hardly eat any of the finely prepared food that was served to you that day. That night, the both of you retreated to your luxurious hotel room, Giorno had attempted, (for a lack of a better word) to consummate the marriage. He’d kissed you gently, several times, patiently waiting and seeing if you gave consent, and attempted to rouse you, slowly sliding your dress off. You couldn’t remember what happened next, everything being an emotional blur. Whether he said something, or the reality of it all came crashing down, you were then sobbing, retreating to the bathroom, and spent the rest of the night hiding. You could barely face him the next morning. After that, Giorno hadn’t tried to be any more intimate than a kiss.

“And yet, there’s been no threats. Ever.” You said, it coming out much more spiteful than intended. “That you know of.” Giorno adds. “I may not tell you much, but believe me, there is much more happening than you realize.”

Of course there was. You thought. Of course, there’s some big bad guy out there who wants to do nothing more than to hurt me.

“I don’t want you worrying about those things. You don’t need to know. You tell others I’m nothing more than a monster, when all I do is try to protect you!” He said, desperate to get you to understand his point. He had one final gambit for your understanding.

“Just today. There was an intruder in the gardens.” He quietly revealed. “He had pictures. Of you. He obviously had help and there are others…but the goal is clear. He is just the first.”

You were stunned. Is this true? Surely, it couldn’t be. As if reading your mind, he pulls a folder from the drawer of his desk. Inside, you quickly identify photos of…you. He wasn’t lying to keep you here. He wasn’t exaggerating to make you frightened of the big, bad, scary outside world. You could see the various angles of you. In the garden, mostly. Reading, looking at the flowers, or just staring off in the distance. The images of you were brief, mostly obscured by the surrounded area, as whoever took the photos did their best to remain hidden and unidentified. You could feel the fear creeping in. You really were in danger. There really was people out there who wanted to hurt you for no reason other than to hurt Giorno.

Speaking of, he immediately picks up on your change in demeanor. You couldn’t remember what happened next, only that his warmth enveloped you, keeping you upright so as to not let you fall. His cologne filled your senses, now more comforting and familiar than ever. He gently strokes your soft hair, inhaling it’s scent. The action is awkward, as if he could barely keep his own hand from shaking while attempting to comfort you. “Don’t worry;” he cooed, “I won’t let them hurt you. I swear to it”. You could feel the tension easing from your shoulders, giving into him. The tears that fell from you had buried into his clothing. Was he always this way? You wondered. Have I been so blind in my hate and despair? His presence now comforting, as opposed to irritating and overwhelming like before. Maybe he was right. Maybe he is the only one meant to take care of me…

Giorno quietly opened the bedroom door, not wanting to awaken you. He had spent the better deal of the remaining evening and night dealing with the trespasser who intended to take you from him. He couldn’t help it. Couldn’t hold back on someone who wanted nothing more than to hurt you. You, an innocent, a bystander who’s done nothing to nobody to warrant any kind of harm. The thought of others out there still watching made him enraged and sicken to his gut. He didn’t want to rest, not now, not when there’s others who know of your existence.

You roll over, mumbling slightly in your sleep. He’s spent many a night watching you sleep, often when sleep can’t and won’t find him. He watches as your chest slowly moves up and down, making sure nothing is amiss. You were almost at peace, save for the information he told you earlier, far away from his mental anguish and turmoil at this situation. It hurt him, truly, to see you so frightened and upset, but it was the only way for you to understand. You’d be frightened before, when you first arrived, fearful he’d take your body, your life from you just for the sick pleasure of it. Caging you wasn’t for the sake of keeping you to himself, but for you to be safe from his world of deception, lies, and backstabbing. One he couldn’t have you coming into at any cost necessary. It took time to build some wavering form of trust between both of you. While Giorno would’ve preferred it to happen sooner, knowing you were here and safe made him content enough.

But even now, you weren’t safe. Not in the one place he thought you could be. Not when it was the sole reason he’d brought you here. The knowledge cut deep, to his core nearly. He swore to you, to himself, and the universe he’d do whatever it takes to keep you safe and healthy. No matter what. He couldn’t help be recall the song he’d once overhear you listening too.

May I…stand unshaken amid amidst a clash of worlds

May I…stand unshaken amid amidst a clash of worlds…

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honeyhumg · 15 days

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Why do all chubby reader fanfics have to have the reader being degraded and humiliated, LIKE it’ll start with some sexy or awesome concept in the story and then boom, submissive reader. LIKE PLEASE FEED ME SOME DOM PLUSIZED ACTION. But when I do find one, It ether ends up poorly written and rushed or to short. HELPP

#fat reader #plus size reader #könig x plus size reader #jojo’s bizzare adventure x reader #monster boyfriend #yandere male x you

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bbreaad · 8 months

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#yandere simulator #yanderesimulator #yanderesimulatorfanart #yandere sim fan art #yandere sim art #digital art #my art #fan art #lovesick #doodle #jjba #jjba fanart #jojos bizarre adventure #jojos bizzare adventure fanart #jojo no kimyou na bouken #jojo #jotaro kujo #taro yamada

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thornybubbles · 1 year

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What Makes Them Dangerous: Yandere Jotaro Kujo

Note: Finally decided to add more characters to this scenario. So here's Jotaro's.

Do I even need to explain what’s dangerous about yandere Jotaro? The man exudes violence from his very skin! While he is yet another yandere that will never show you his dark side (if he can help it), he has no trouble showing anyone else just how crazy he is for you. He tries to stay nonviolent most of the time, but he knows from experience that some people just can’t take the hint without getting a few of their teeth knocked out. Anyone that crosses you or gets in the way of his relationship with you will find themselves in his crosshairs. And they will quickly learn that this is a very, very bad place to be. Jotaro will try to reason with them first. He won’t bother to sugar coat things though. Gentle persuasion isn’t exactly his thing. If they keep messing with you or trying to separate you from him, he will put them in the ICU without hesitation (and that’s if they’re lucky). If they’re unlucky, well….

Jotaro doesn’t like the idea of taking a life, but that doesn’t mean that he won’t. He’s done it before and he’ll do it again if he feels he has to. Some people are just too stupid. Some people just don’t learn their lesson the first time. Some people don’t realize that Jotaro was being merciful when he only broke both of their legs. Some people simply don’t deserve to keep living. That guy that keeps flirting with you even after Jotaro nearly beat him to a pulp? He’s about to disappear. Jotaro only gives people one warning. If they can’t listen to reason then whatever happens next is completely their fault. Jotaro’s patience is limited, especially when it comes to you.

The worst part is that you can’t tell when he’s giving someone death glares or just being Jotaro. You feel like he��s giving your friend dirty looks, but it’s hard to tell because he tends to look at everybody like that. Dude’s got a fatal case of resting bitch face. It starts to bother you after a while and you finally decide to just come out and ask him why he keeps glaring at your friend, all he says is:

“He’s annoying.”

You sigh and shake your head. You don’t know what you expected. There aren’t many people around that Jotaro doesn’t find annoying so you aren’t really surprised by his response. You start to see less and less of that friend though. After a week or so of not seeing him at all, you start to get worried. He isn’t answering your calls, either. You decide to go to his house to find out what’s going on. You meet him just as he’s getting ready to go into town. He jumps when he hears your voice and visibly turns pale. You go to hug him and he just backs away from you, practically climbing over his car to get away from you, acting as if your arms just turned into venomous snakes. When you ask him what’s wrong he bluntly tells you that he doesn’t want to be friends with you anymore. You ask him why, but he offers no explanation. He just tells you that he wants nothing to do with you anymore and tells you not to call him or come to his house ever again. The whole time he’s saying this, he’s nervously glancing around and looking over his shoulder. It makes the situation all the more confusing. The whole thing upsets you pretty badly.

You go up to your favorite spot, a place off the highway that is pretty secluded and overlooks the town. Hardly anyone goes up there, so it’s a good place to go to be alone. You aren’t alone for long, though, because the next thing you know Jotaro’s standing next to you. You have no idea how he snuck up on you so silently and it gives you a start when you turn your head and suddenly see him there, leaning on the railing next to you. He doesn’t say anything, just gives you a nod in greeting. You respond with a very glum sounding, “Hey.”

There’s a moment of silence that lasts a little too long, before Jotaro breaks it.

“What the hell’s wrong with you?” he asks, tone a little harsher than he meant for it to be.

You stifle a sob, all of your emotions threatening to burst forth. You don’t want to cry in front of anyone, especially not Jotaro. You’re afraid he’d tell you to stop sniveling like a baby, because he sounds like he’s in a bad mood. After a moment though, you finally tell him about what happened between you and your friend. Jotaro listens intently, but doesn’t say anything. He offers no words of sympathy or encouragement. He just stands there and listens in silence.

“I don’t know what I did to make him hate me and he wouldn’t tell me anything! He just pushed me out of his life like we hadn’t been friends since middle school!” You explain. “What’s so bad about it is that this isn’t the first time something like this has happened. It seems like all my old friends are all ditching me, too, and I don’t know why! I’m starting to think that there’s something wrong with me…”

Another wave of emotion comes over you and you do your best to hold back the tears, but they start flowing in spite of your efforts.

If Jotaro noticed, he didn’t say anything. Something cold nudges the back of your hand and you jump. You look down to see that Jotaro is offering you a can of beer. Whether you’re a drinker or not, you decide that tonight you could use something to take the edge off. You take the beer from him and open it. You take a few sips, not really liking the taste of it, but you’re not about to complain. Jotaro rarely does stuff like this for anyone, so you were going to take advantage of his rare display of kindness. It briefly occurs to you how weird it is that Jotaro managed to procure an ice cold beer way up there on the overlook, but that kind of stuff always seems to happen around him for some reason. You don’t question it. You look to see that Jotaro is already sipping on his own beer. He pulls the can away from his lips and stares at you with a serious look.

“There’s nothing wrong with you.” he says. “They’re just shitty friends.”

You looked away from him, staring out at the lights of the town. You weren’t too sure about that. If so many people were pulling away from you, surely it was because of something you did, right? Why else would they suddenly decide they didn’t want to be friends with you anymore? (If you only knew, Reader. If you only knew.)

“Stop worrying about it.” Jotaro’s irritated voice interrupted your brooding. “People that would cut ties with you and not even tell you why are not worth getting upset about. They’re just assholes and you’re better off without all of them.”

His tone was a bit harsher than usual. He sounded legitimately pissed off. You didn’t say anything. You just took another sip of beer and stared up at him. He was looking out over the town, actively avoiding eye contact with you. He didn’t want you to see the murderous gleam in his eye. All he wanted was for you to forget about those losers and focus on him. You didn’t need them when you had him.

“Besides… I’m still here aren’t I?” he muttered under his breath. The moment he said it he tugged the brim of his hat down over his eyes, feeling ashamed for saying something so sappy.

It was just loud enough for you to hear and it caught you off guard. Jotaro was being awfully soft with you tonight. Well, as soft as he managed to be for anyone, but still this was unusual. Besides that, he was right. Of all of your friends, Jotaro was the only one that still hung around. He was the only one that hadn’t distanced himself from you. It was a miracle that he was even your friend to begin with, seeing how he seemed to hate the very idea of social interactions. If a guy like Jotaro was still willing to hang around you, and actually enjoyed doing so, then you must be doing something right. Fine. If your old friends didn’t want anything to do with you anymore, then you didn’t want to be around them anyway. Why stick around where you aren’t wanted? JoJo was a better friend than all of them combined!

“Yeah, you know what? Screw ‘em.” you said, suddenly feeling elated and free.

You put the beer can to your lips and chugged the rest of it down, throwing your head back as you did so. Jotaro watched you with a small smile on his lips (which he hid by taking another sip of his beer). You finished off the beer with a satisfied sigh. It didn’t taste that great, but you didn’t care. You were celebrating a new beginning. From now on, you would only hang around people that actually cared about you. No more fake friends. If that meant that you only hung around JoJo, then so be it. At least you knew he wouldn’t bail on you for no reason at all.

Jotaro allowed himself a brief smug smile before finishing off his own beer. While he was elated over the fact that he managed to make you forget about your former friends, he couldn’t ignore how depressed you were earlier. Even in the darkness, he managed to see your tears. He told your friend to stay away from you, but he didn’t tell the shithead to make you cry. Jotaro felt that he needed to teach that lowlife another lesson. Maybe a more permanent one this time?

#yandere jotaro #yandere jotaro kujo #yandere jotaro x reader #yandere jotaro kujo x reader #reader insert #yandere scenario #yandere scenarios #yandere jjba #yandere jjba x reader #yandere jojo's bizarre adventure #jjba #jojo's bizarre adventure #jojos bizzare adventure x reader #yandere jojo #jojo x reader #jojos bizarre adventure #jojo no kimyou na bouken

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spicyicetea · 1 month

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Although the poll isn’t over, I wanted to start writing the first few chapters of the VariousYandere!JJBA x reader. Mainly because it’s going to take a while to catch up to where I am currently in the anime so I wanted to at least get the prologue done. From the current poll, it seems you guys want Y/N to be completely powerless, I didn’t expect that at all cause I thought that’d be boring but I would be damned if I didn’t give the people what they wanted. This does make the goal of saving as many people as possible difficult given Y/N will be unable to aid in fights in anyway- my solution to this issue is having an additional character to help Y/N. I decided this will be in the style of an isekai, with the Y/N being an ordinary person from reality (I’m pretty sure I made that clear in the other post) so the other character will be their roommate. I’m placing the Y/N character as a university/college student (I’m English so Uni is like 18 and above but I’ve heard some places have college to around that age so you can decide which one you prefer to imagine) but exact age isn’t ever specified- you are said to be younger than the other person though. All characters that are yandere for Y/N are 18+ the only characters that will stay under 18 are platonic relations. Either way, with all of that out of the way, enjoy the prologue.

You were always ours

JJBA Various!Yandere x Reader

MDNI with this story it will contain NSFW themes and behaviour, you are responsible for the content you consume

(Prologue)/ Next part

“Y/N!” A familiar voice called from across the street.

Turning down the music that blasted in your ears, an arm wrapped around your shoulders pulling you to look at them. A blonde woman grinned with a devious snicker, her hand slipping into the bag clutched at your side. The others she had been with waved goodbye and crossed the road, avoiding the busy traffic that usually crowded the streets just after lectures were over.

“Oh, I thought you were staying behind for that club you’re in.” You say, slipping the headphones off your head.

“Yeah, it was cancelled so I thought come hunt you down. You never spend time with me after classes, so I’m going to make you! We’re gonna go bowling!”

“Eliana… with whose money?”

The blonde paused and let out a nervous laugh. “Yours?”

“Nope, you still haven’t paid me back for the three dinners in a row I paid for.”

“Y/NNnnnnnn don’t do this-“

You couldn’t help the smile that pulled at the corners of your lips, as she pouted dramatically and rifled through her own wallet to confirm her own lack of cash. Despite having known her since you were basically toddlers, her behaviour never became boring. Headache inducing, but not boring.

The blonde girl was Eliana Hounds, she was by far your closest friend. Your parents themselves were best friends so the two of you had been playmates since day one. She was always an extrovert, loves to be loud and obnoxious and those who don’t run, are her new friends whether they like it or not. Despite that though, she was dependable as hell. While your gaggle of friends was in their delinquent era she would often take the fall for pranks that she wasn’t even involved with. Plus there was that incident with your ex…she beat the crap about of them. In your dorms she is your roommate, often watching her anime into the early hours of the morning in the shared living room. She had always been really into anime, trying to get you to watch whatever she was hyperfixating on at the time. Much to her disappointment, you often turned her down. Not because you weren't interested, but damn your professors loved giving you essays and you simply didn't have time for sitting around anymore.

“Well then, we can hang out in our dorm! Yeah, I’m rewatching one of my favourite anime’s and you said you’re taking a break from that essay! We can watch it together.” She confidently said, grabbing your wrist and dragging you with her down the street.

You opened your mouth in protest, only to pause and just sigh. She was right. You had pulled an all nighter the previous night and managed to finish your essay already. Maybe it would be okay to take the weekend easy, plus a new anime sounds nice, Eliana always had good tastes.

“Sure why not.”

Arriving in the dorm, Eliana kicked her shoes off, taking the grocery bag from around your wrist. You muttered a small thanks as you neatened the shoes in the doorway, following her into the living room as she rifled through the bag. The food you had just got from the shop laid on the coffee table as she rubbed her hands together with a hungry grin.

“Instant ramen, spam, ooo even some bacon and eggs! We’re eating food tonight.”

“Excuse me, but I wanted to enjoy that!”

“We can share! Come on Y/N, you wouldn’t let me starve.”

You just raised a brow with a smirk and she huffed, getting up from the sofa.

“I can make some fried rice with the leftover rice in the fridge?” She offered with a sheepish grin.

“Good, I’ll set up in here, you mind cooking the meat and eggs too?”

She nodded and scooped up what she needed, before leaving to our small kitchen. You followed her to grab two large bowls and put the kettle on, taking the bowls back and setting them down on the coffee table. With a small struggle the instant ramen packet tore open, small pieces of the dry noodles hitting the table. Now cracked in half, the ramen clacked against the porcelain bowls as you tore open the seasoning packet with your teeth.

“Oh… there’s no way this is enough for both of us…”

“What’s wrong?” Eliana yelled from the kitchen.

“Seasoning packet! This is gonna be some bland ass ramen… damn.”

“Well, aren’t I just the best friend in the world! Whenever I make extra ramen for my binge sessions, I only use one flavouring sachet. Check behind the paprika on the… ya know spinning thing.”

“The lazy Susan? Alright.” You muttered, rummaging through the seasoning and grabbing the blank foil packages. It was impossible to tell what flavour they were, so you just had to pick one and pray it would taste good with the ramen.

Time passed quickly until the thrown together dinner was done, but it smelt amazing. Eliana had already burnt her tongue twice with her ramen broth, seeming to not learn her lesson when she goes in the third time.

“Hey, wait and let it cool down a little!”

“Sorry sorry I’m just so hungry!”

You sigh but laugh at her behaviour handing her the Tv remote as something brushes against your leg. Looking to your side you spot Eliana’s pet, although he followed you most the time.

“Why don’t you get the anime ready and I’ll feed Mochi.” Eliana just nodded in response, logging into her Netflix as you scooped up the bunny and took him to the kitchen.

It wasn’t long before the small bunny was happily gorging himself on his own dinner as your stomach growled for yours. When you entered the living room the intro for the first episode was already playing. Jojo’s bizarre adventure?

“Is the adventure really so bizarre?” You jokingly ask, sitting beside Eliana.

“Heh, you bet, this show is weird as hell but I bet good money you’ll like it!”

You both sat in silence, letting the intro play before it seemed to buffer. A blue haired man and a blonde haired man appeared on the screen seeming to be arguing.

“What? This isn’t where episode one should start… did I click the wrong one?” Eliana picked up the Tv remote and froze, it slipping from her fingers and she slumped forwards, her face hitting the table.

“Holy shit! Eliana?” You kneeled at her side , trying to shake her awake. When you looked back up to try and figure out what happened your eyes met the Tv. It was no longer just the men from before, multiple others stood beside them, staring you down.

“You finally notice us, took you long enough. That bitch only ever let us see you once before now.” One said, adjusting the hat he wore to show his eyes clearer.

You just stared at the Tv in shock, cradelling Eliana’s body. Suddenly it felt like something grabbed you from behind, strong arms locking you in the hunched over position. Said arms didn’t seem as imaginary as you wished they were, looking down and seeing the purple appendages holding you tightly. A splitting pain spread through your head starting at one of your eyes, the world going blurry. Everything felt like it was spinning, only catching a glimpse of your own semi unconscious body in the reflection of your phone before passing out. A strange star had taken the place of one of your pupils. None of this was making any sense.

“Eliana…” you groaned as you fell unconscious, squeezing her hand as you did.

(There it is, I hope it seems good so far. As the poll isn’t really moving I’m going to try and get the next chapter up as soon as possible. I apologise for the clear biases I will have to certain characters and parts in the series- I will cover as much as I can but I’m itching for my jotaro ok- I… I’m a simp and want him, don’t pretend your not. But I will be covering part 1 and 2 before then don’t worry and there will be extensive scenes with the MCs for said part. Prepare for me to baby girl Speedwagon he deserves it-)

#x reader #yandere x reader #jojo’s bizzare adventure x reader #jjba x y/n #yandere jjba x reader #yandere jjba #jjba x reader #yandere jjba x you #yandere jjba x y/n #jjba x you #jjba #yandere jojo’s bizzare adventure

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depravitymoon · 1 year

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The dark side of Yandere Narancia

Author's Note: I wanted to make sure I established Narancia as a dangerous yandere. He is my favorite but he is more than just "UwU He baby". Also, this is a post-canon Everyone Lives AU.

((Warning: Threats, guilt-tripping, manipulation, unhealthy toxic relationship, implied stalking, delusional thinking, codependency.))

To summarize Yan!Nara: Narancia Ghirga is a bubbly cheerful ball of energy. When he's around you, he often shows off that signature big grin of his. Narancia is just so dedicated to you, and hangs on your every word. He indulges in your passions, even if he doesn't understand them, because he loves you so much!

Yandere MBTI: Reverent, Delusional, Manipulative, Lenient.

Yandere Type: Simp - The Obsessive Lovestruck type.

The biggest flaw(s) of Yandere Narancia Ghirga: He's a clingy, whiny, guilt-tripping, tantrum-throwing attention whore.

There are levels to Narancia's unhinged behavior:

Level 1

When he's not doing mafia work or hanging with the boys, he's bothering you.

He overtly invades your privacy and your personal space.

He doesn't see anything wrong with breaking and entering or even walking in on you naked.

"Don't worry! It's just me! I didn't break your locks! Oh, could you give me a key? I can help out with bills!"

Level 2

If you decline spending time with him, he will whine and insist you change your mind.

Doesn't matter if you're busy with work/school/drama. PAY ATTENTION TO HIM.

He'll try to bribe you for your time with expensive dates and gifts.

"There's this cool place I wanna take you to!"

"I got the new video game you wanted! Special Edition!"

"I got front row concert tickets to see Trish Una!"

Level 3

You also know his backstory, so he's hoping to use that to guilt trip you into doing what he wants.

If you insist on not going out with him, he will pout and tear-up.

He'll also complain how no one wants to hang out with him, giving a fake apology for bothering you.

"I just.... thought we were close...."

Level 4

If guilt-tripping doesn't work, he will resort to anger. It isn't towards you, it's towards people distracting you from him and his love.

His go-to move is threatening people with a switchblade to leave you alone.

If the problem is someone you're close to, he'll get the Bucci gang create a non-violent solution.

"Sucks that your sister cancelled on you! I got snacks to cheer you up!?"

Level 5

As a last resort, he will appear to you right after a mission. He's beaten, bleeding, barely conscious, and you'll have to rush him to the hospital.

You end up pitying him, leading to you visiting him and helping him recover. You'll even get Passione's gratitude for saving the Don's closest friend.

Ironically, gaining the trust of Italy's biggest mafia makes it harder to leave Nara, fearing it'd be seen as betrayal to do so.

You're not sure if Don Giovanna is the type to kill over minor grievances, and don't want to find out.

Hence, you're stuck with Narancia.

"I know it was meant to be! Everyone in the famaglia loves you! BTW, Giorno wants to have dinner with us! It's weird hearing you say 'Don Giovanna'."

Level 6

He really likes having a switchblade around.

When Narancia's presence puts you on-edge, he also becomes on-edge. He starts fidgeting with the knife in your presence.

What a 'coincidence' that whenever you let him do what he wants, the switchblade goes away!

"Chill! I'm not gonna hurt you with it. It's a nervous tic I got! I don't like arguing! Can't we just cuddle?!"

Extra thoughts on Nara:

It's not a matter of if you get to level 6. It's a matter of when. He will still call and text you repeatedly while he's on missions. If you don't attempt to text/call him back often, you will face his wrath when he returns home. If you get past Narancia's smothering, volatile, and delusional behavior, he's a gentle loving boyfriend who worships you. Things could get alot worse from here, but I want to keep this post Safe For Work.

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