Hello! I Love Your Yandere Joot Fic!

Hello! I love your yandere Joot fic!

Can i have a request headcanons of soft! yandere Jotaro, Josuke, Jolyne & Gappy with a Kind and Domestic (Fem) reader?

okay i wrote this for u bby! i didnt expect so much jojo’s but i’m not rlly complaining because i rlly love elaborating on the different yan yan’s in jojo. thx for the support too! i love when ppl send me request istg im literally crying rn-🥺💕💗

Soft Yan! Headcanons

Including: Jotaro, Josuke, Jolyne, Gappy

Headcanons with a kind and domestic reader.

Jotaro:

Jotaro wouldn’t act much different than he usually acts, but he can get a little more friendly and loving if s/o doesn’t mind it and enjoys his soft calloused touches. He is just primarily more calm and laid back.

Jotaro would already want a domesticated s/o, especially with the worry of his darling's safety.

Kind s/o would be able to control Jotaro emotionally in a way due to her kind caring nature, she could easily do that. (But she’s kind so like why would she do that smh-)

A lot of ‘one-sided’ touches, mostly s/o being very affectionate but Jotaro trying not to show the joy of her PDA.

Cuddle sessions would be the best because of his big muscular body.

He would come home from wherever he would have been at for the day to be enveloped by a smaller frame holding him.He would immediately relax and subtly lean into s/o’s touch.

Eventually over time Jotaro would have s/o’s domestic side rub off on him making him more tender and soft-hearted.

Josuke:

Josuke has been waiting for this one.

He would be so thrilled by this miraculous discovery.

He would already be a delusional yandere in the first place. Josuke already dreamed of having this type of relationship with darling so when he is able to get his hands on her, he is a 50/50 on how this relationship would work.

Darling would have more freedom due to her kind and gentle nature, she wouldn’t be home-bound like Jotaro, Jonathan, or Giorno would do for example.

Josuke would very much be into PDA, especially indoors because he loves to live out that husband and wife fantasy.

Basically you and him are married in his opinion.

Everytime Josuke sees s/o in a house setting, it makes him feel this indescribable feeling.

Is extremely impatient and wanting to take advantage of darlings domestic characteristics into starting his own domestic setting.

More so he is somewhat of a mild yandere when he has a kind and domestic s/o especially when he has that soft yandere trait going for him.

Jolyne:

Jolyne has a lack of understanding of a healthy domestic relationship due to her own family background.

She misunderstands your domesticity as a bizarre trait that has you enabled as most likely a wife for her to take care of.

Jolyne wants to build that stable relationship and lovey dovey love with darling to make up for her lack of a true normal childhood or basically family past.

She is totally in for you cooking, cleaning, and devoting yourself to her just as she devotes herself to you.

She likes the idea of a cute stay at home s/o, waiting for Jolyne to be there waiting to give her love, but the idea of taking her beloved everywhere outweighs that opinion.

It amazes her and really considers herself lucky that she is able to be with her darling and can be quite possessive when it comes to her s/o. Takes advantage of that domesticity and truly wants it to herself.

She loves to sit and watch you do what you do best at. It really intrigues her. (Anything with her darling intrigues her.)

A lot of PDA, you thought Josuke was bad but like Jolyne is worse. At least Josuke would draw the line of making out in public. Jolyne is all for it and more.

If it’s true love why hold back?

Gappy:

You were there when he awoke without his memory.

He was extremely happy for your support and help with his memory loss.

Darling's kindness is the thing that really made him fall for you.

Your domestic trait really brings him comfort and happiness with how you are so kind and cute in a house-like setting.

Nicknames are a must along with cute gestures of affection between you two.

It starts out slow like Jotaro a bit but then ten folds just like his other timeline counterpart Josuke.

Once he is down for his s/o it kinda just never stops.

You have nothing to counteract that rapid decline because you literally have everything he could really ask for from someone.

Loves trying his s/o’s cooking/baking, it’s like he is already living in that setting of being bound together for life with her.

Being with Gappy is a lot more tame than the other yan jojo’s because to me he would be a chill yandere yet still hold those delusional wanting to be with darling tendencies.

Hi! Hope your doing ok I was wondering Are request for free or do we have to pay?💫

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♡°🍒Blog Requests🍒°♡

hi, my name is momo~! i write dark/yandere content.

18+ minors dni ⚠️

please feel free to request whatever you would like. any scenarios, prompts, imagines, i am willing to give a try.

currently i am focused on jjba and transformers 🤍🎀

things i will write for:

☆jojo’s bizarre adventure (1-7)

☆transformers

☆valorant

☆genshin impact

☆twisted wonderland

rules:

-4 characters max

-no incest

-no pedophilia

-specify the reader’s gender, if not, it will automatically be female reader or gender-neutral.

-be specific when requesting a oneshot or headcanons

Ayyyy think I can request prompts 15 and 47 with Fugo? Thank you!

yay a request with the sweet strawberry boy!🍓 i could never deny anything with him. i luv him sm 🥺💕

Yandere Fugo x Reader

Prompts #15 and #47

When it came between debating to betray Passione or not, someone made that decision for you.

This was the time to make an important life-threatening decision. Here you were standing in front of a boat that once brought you determination to finish your mission, but now dread and fear for what would happen once you got back onto it. All of you stood back as you all watched Bucciarati waiting for a response from everyone. Giorno eyeing the group as Trish laid limp from the interaction with her father. Mista and Abbachio had gotten on the boat leaving two of you other comrades to ponder in their own thoughts. 

You were conflicted, you didn’t want to leave your friends to fend for yourself especially when one of them was the very reason you were alive right. Although the thought of being a traitor the biggest crime syndicate in Italy and dealing with its consequences scared you. Somehow either choice had its own down side, down sides you didn’t want to witness.

When Bucciarati came out from the chapel looking like he had almost kissed death itself, frightened you. Not only that, a distressed Giorno was there who looked like he also witnessed something equal to horrors. Whatever must’ve happened in there really had shaken them up. You always knew of the boss to be a corrupt man, you never agreed with his greed reducing him to selling drugs to innocent children. It wasn’t right, but what could a mere soldato do? 

Making a decision, you decided to fight for what was right. If that wasn’t enough, you were going to fight for your capo. The same capo who took you in when you were at your worst and gave you a place to call home. It was only fair that you would stand up for what was right and help your capo as much as you can. 

You began to take small steps towards the boat. The little shuffles enacted another response from one of your comrades who stood next to you. A grip on your wrist made you snap your head up to the perpetrator. “What do you think you're doing?! That’s practically suicide! Y-You can’t be serious on getting on that boat, you’ll get killed! Is that what you want, to be killed?” Said Fugo who was one of the closest allies you have bonded with during your journey. “I can’t just let Bucciarati and Trish go. After what the boss did, I don’t think I can ever go back to serving under him. I owe Bucciarati my life, this is the least I could do.” 

Before Fugo could respond, Bucciarati interrupted him signaling towards you. “This is her choice Fugo. If she has already decided on which path she will take, let her be. I understand you have different beliefs…but this is (Y/N)’s choice.” As Bucciarati finished his sentence you had gotten on the boat sitting next to Mista as he held his pistol in his hands. Fugo looking mildly pissed started to spat out words of vexation. Not only soon was it just him, left alone to contemplate his thoughts. 

Fugo walked away in disbelief. The sound of his footsteps and the calmly pushing of the canal waves filled his ears. Everything he had come to love had vanished in a second as everyone walked into a deathtrap itself. Kicking a stone he pulled out a small strawberry keychain that he received from his dearest. He remembered the day crystal clear. You and him were sent on a mission in order to collect the money that was owed to Passione from a shady associate who was secretly plotting against Passione. It was a rough fight, but it was a fight that made him realize that he was truly in love with you. 

After the battle you both decided to go sit down for a bite to eat, much to Fugo’s dismay. Although that evening had turned into a night he would think about everyday before he would shut his purple hues. You had given him that strawberry keychain because it had reminded you of him. How you believe he was sweet even though his rage would get in the way sometimes. The smile you wore on your face that night was one he would never forget. The way you beamed up at him, eyes twinkling in what he believed was true love at it’s finest. Ever since that night, he knew that you and him were meant to be together…no matter what. Even though that love was one-sided.

When he heard your sudden declaration of getting on that boat, he was stunned. He knew that if you got on that boat, everything would be over. Yet there was Bucciarati who stopped him, thinking he had the right to say something about the love you shared between each other. Cursing to himself about his dumb mistake, he knew he had to do something about it. 

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Approaching the colosseum had been tortuous. Not only have you lost your dear friend Abbachio, you have also figured out that Bucciarati was what you would call a walking corpse. Everything was crumbling apart as you all were mercilessly attacked by two stand users part of La Unita Speciale. You were baffled as you were separated from the rest of your team, blooded and certain parts of your face turned into what felt like mud. Stumbling into an alleyway, you leaned against the wall slowly sinking down. Your labored breathing and increased heart rate was all you could take in. The ringing in your ears tore you away from your surroundings, until you heard approaching footsteps.

Too beaten up to defend yourself, you just tilted your head to the side to look at the one who would possibly end your life. Purple shoes were all you saw, the small red designs on top were blurred out from your hazy vision.

“Did you not take into account that this would happen to you? You're hurt, bleeding out in front of my very eyes. How thoughtless.” Recognizing the voice, you let your eyes slowly adjust the new figure into view. There Fugo was standing above you, looking down at your pathetic injured form. All you could do was breathe as you shakily reached out for him. Cold purple orbs gazed down at you before he kneeled down to take your hand in his. “All I ever wanted was to be with you…you showed what it was like to accept myself and my terrible ways. Now here you are, look what siding with Bucciarati has gotten you. You should’ve stayed with me like how you were destined to be. I know you know what I’m talking about. The way you always looked at me, how you treated me different from everyone else, but playing hard to get can only go on for so long you know.” Fugo shifted closer. His grip on your weakened hand tightened as his face sat right in front of yours. His slow breathing and the warmth from his breath giving your body goosebumps as he placed a chaste kiss on your hand. “I’m already dreaming of our wedding. Can you imagine it? No more of this pretending bullshit.” 

Fugo pulled away as you felt his lean arms wrap around your sprawled out form. Your blood soaking into his lime green suit, staining the material into becoming a brown like hue. “I’m taking you back with me. You don’t have to cry or feel pain anymore. You might not understand now but you will thank me later.” At once you were picked up from the ground and held into Fugo’s loving arms. You suddenly began to squirm and writhe around in his touch resulting in a hiss of anger from the male. “You better stop moving right now or there will be a lot more pain than what you are going through right now, you understand?” Having no more strength to go against his wishes, you nodded, making Fugo smile warmly at your curled form. 

“Good, you know I will always love you…no matter what.”

Happy holidays! Can I ask a yandere risotto or mista spending Christmas with darling please?🎄🎄🎄🎄

happy holidays! i hope your having a wonderful holiday season so far! 🥺💝💖

Yandere!Mista x Reader

It’s a cold holiday evening and s/o is in need of some warmth from her loving loving boyfriend.

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The crackling noise of the fireplace broke the silence of the small room. It was a relatively brisk day in Naples, snow was rare which left the city in cold almost fall-like temperatures. A tree with wrapped around lights was the only thing illuminating the room besides the fire being the only thing to keep you warm. It was decorated with lovely ornaments and a garland messily wrapped around it. Everything about it screamed ‘festivities’ and ‘holiday fun’ ranging from the Christmas lights and beautiful tree toppers.

You were shivering with a thin soft blanket wrapped around your shaking form. Your teeth chattering as your hands were planted by your curled up form to keep them from becoming colder than they already were. You eagerly waited for the arrival of your loving ‘boyfriend’ who would give you love and warmth in a heartbeat. Even though he forbade the use of the built-in electric heater, he was still such a loving boyfriend. Even though he never let you leave the house or communicate with your family, he was the best boyfriend a girl could ever have.

The jiggling of keys and rustle from the doorknob signified his arrival. All you could do was sit there waiting for him to approach. “Baby I’m home.” Mista, your loving boyfriend had called from the doorway. The thumping of footsteps grew closer to you and before you knew it, warm built arms had wrapped around you. “Aw babe, I’m sure you missed me huh? You're freezing! Here let me warm you up.” He whispered closely in your ear, his warm breath sending shivers down your cold spine. Mista pulled you close into his chest, his steady breathing calming you down and letting your body let out a sigh of relief. His warmth began to seep into your frigid form leading you into leaning more into his relaxing touch.

Mista let out a low chuckle which vibrated throughout his body and broke the longing silence. “Look at our little Christmas tree. It’s shining bright and beautiful just like our relationship. Whaddya say about that sweetheart?” Mista spoke, pointing his slightly tanned finger at the decorated tree. You smiled in response, leaning your head to nuzzle it between the nook of his neck. Mista let out a satisfied hum at your loving gesture and rested his hands at your waist. “We’re gonna have a very Merry little Christmas aren’t we?” Mista hummed, giving your waist a little squeeze before lowering his hand below the waistband of your pants. “You know, with how cute you are there’s gonna be something even more merry than the holiday itself…”

“So what about it, let’s take this to the bedroom yeah?”