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My request are open and I’m ready to write for anything! I am still finishing a few requests, but they all are almost ready to be posted.

I found a new page of prompts I’m willing to write for although honestly it would be cool if you all could submit your own ideas or scenarios. That would be interesting mwehehe!

Anyway feel free to request anything you want~! ♡

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*stands on pedestal and taps mic* hello can I request number 100 and 12 for Bruno or Risotto, oh and with a male s/o if possible!

Yandere Bucciarati x Male!Reader

Prompts #12 & #100

“Shhh please be quiet. Everything will be okay.”

“I will kiss you until your lips bleed. Just let me have this, I wanted to do this for so long.”

You had a nagging pit in your stomach while patiently sitting on the boat by the dock in front of the tall church. Something wasn’t sitting right with you as you were ordered to remain on the boat. Looking over, Mista and Narancia were fighting over the last chocolate confection as Fugo looked around for some water to cure his parched throat. Abbachio was silently sitting there as Giorno looked focused on something that looked to be important.

His blonde eyebrows furrowed in concentration or one could say frustration. Something was up and you weren’t going to just sit around while blindlessly waiting for it to come. Taking one last glance at the group, you urgently hopped off the boat granting the surprise of the others.

“What are you doing?! We’re going to get in trouble, not only by Bucciarati but the boss himself!” Exclaimed Fugo as he ditched his little crusade for water.

“Don’t you feel it? Something is off…I don’t like it and I’m not just going to sit around to find out. I worry about Trish and most importantly Bucciarati.”

“Are you out of your mind?! This is the boss we're talking about, you can’t just waltz in there!”

Fugo continued to rant on as the others stared in confusion. You ignored him and hastily approached the chapel. Giorno as well stood up and looked like he was planning to make a move.

Upon opening the doors a familiar noise you’ve grown accustomed to was heard. The sound of Sticky Finger’s zippers. Picking up your pace, you pulled a full on sprint making your way down the stairs. Rounding the corner on the marble stairs, you saw a sight you never wanted to see Bucciarati bleeding out as he was dragging Trish with him. You failed to notice a shadowy presence in the corner of your eye making an escape.

Rushing over to Bucciarati you called upon your stand The Sound of Silence and put your stand into effect. The atmosphere around you and Bucciarati froze, the blood bleeding out of him remaining in place as you continued to drag him and Trish up the stairs.

The sound of another pair of footsteps got your attention. Starting to call for help the footsteps grew louder and closer. Giorno stood there, panting and holding one of his brooches. Catching sight of you, he immediately ran his way downwards to assist the three of you.

Bucciarati was in a moderate stable condition, but your stand wouldn’t stop the bleeding for long. Trish’s hand was still zip to her wrist, unconscious from what you could guess. Giorno kneeled down and started to heal Bucciarati’s wounds, his dull eyes gaining the light they once lost as they stared into your own.

Slowly but surely Bucciarati was healed, feeling the weight of his head resting on your lap. A few moments went by with the prolonged eye contact before you looked at Giorno who gave a brief affirm nod of his head that everything was fine.

The church's doors were slammed open as the others made their way towards you all. All of them confused by the distressed look on your faces and the sight of Trish’s harmed body.

“W-What happened? Why is Trish like that? What happened to the boss?!”

All of them started to bombard you three with questions, Giorno standing up to confront the group. Looking back down into Bucciarati’s ocean blue eyes, his eyes met yours. Your eyes widened at the fact he had been staring at you the whole time.

“Bucciarati, are you ok? You took a really bad blow…I just want to make sure you're alright…”

Bucciarati rapidly blinked and sat up, a small smile cascading over his attractive features.

“I’m just fine, do not worry. If it weren’t for you coming in and alerting Giorno, I would have been dead. Thank you y/n, I’m truly grateful for what you have done.”

Smiling at your Capo’s praise, you brought your gaze back to the frantic group. All their eyes darted around as they continued to ask what was wrong. Bucciarati got up and cleared his throat, getting the attention from the others. He explained he would tell them once they were outside and not in the dangerous church where the boss might’ve still lingered.

Walking outside you saw Bucciarati looking out of the corner of his eye. Quickly looking away, you made your way back to the dock where Bucciarati announced he betrayed Passione. He then asked for help explaining that it was okay if they decided not to join him.

The shock of the situation ate away at you, your hands fidgeting as you kept your eyesight locked onto the ground. Giorno was already in the boat as was Abbachio who decided he was going along. Mista agreed as well and continued on the boat, him eyeing his gun ignoring the others as if he was convincing himself that it would be fine. Narancia looked like he was about to have a breakdown, torn between if he should go or not. Then there was Fugo who went against it as he backed slowly away from the boat.

In the end Narancia came along with Fugo staying behind, the rest of you were riding in silence on the boat. No one dared to speak as the atmosphere rang heavy. Still in disbelief on the decision you heard a shuffle next to you. Slowly looking up, you saw Bucciarati’s concerned face as he reached over towards your shaking hand.

“Are you alright? You don’t look so well. I shouldn’t be asking that, we did just make a life threatening decision. I just want to say, overall I am really grateful you came.”

Peering up to meet his gaze, you let out a small smile. Your eyes shifting back down to his olive tan hand holding yours.

“Thank you Bucciarati, I’m sure we all will get through this together and take down the boss.”

Bucciarati nodded at your response, continuing to hold your hand during the way there.

You looked back at that moment as you laid there bleeding from your severed arm. The scarily large amount of blood coming from your wound frightened you. You didn’t want to die, it was too early for you and you didn’t want to go out like this. You wanted to see your gang, you wanted to see Bruno.

His warm gaze that day was something you wished you could see again, but the only thing you saw was the dark weather ceiling of the colosseum. Your labored breathing became steady as your body was fading, your eyesight as well. You heard a noise, but couldn’t make out what it really was. A few shuffles accompanied it as a familiar white suit enveloped your vision. A few curse words were heard until the sound of zippers rang throughout your ears.

“H-Help me…I don’t w-want to die-” You whimpered, tears pricking at your eyes as your mortality hung above your head.

“Shhh please be quiet. Everything will be okay. There’s no need to worry, I’m here.”

About to whip your head towards Bucciarati, you failed from the lack of energy your body had. Steadily your eyesight came back and you were able to see all of Bucciarati’s consoling gaze. His hand gently wiping the stray tears on your face.

“I-I thought I was going to die, I didn’t want to die until I saw all of you guys win. Where is everyone?” You questioned as your colored orbs darted around looking for the rest of your teammates.

“No need to worry, they are doing just fine for now. When you were injured and thrown by Diavolo, they all thought you'd died. I couldn’t just leave you like Abbachio…you mean everything to me y/n. Once this is all over, you and I can go back to Naples to my private house. It may not be big, but I believe it would be a perfect starting point for us.”

The words Bucciarati said started to confuse you. The others thought you were dead? Not only that, but he was talking about feelings you never even heard of.

“What are you talking about Bucciarati? W-We have to go help the others!” You declared, trying to get the working muscles from your severed arm working again.

“No we don’t, they are just fine right now. You're injured. I may have re-attached your arm although I cannot make up for all the blood you lost. You're still in shock from the fall as well, I would rather die than have you risked going back out there to only get yourself killed. I care about you too much to let you go. I love you.”

“This isn’t funny Bucciarati! Our teammates are out there fighting the boss, we can’t just sit here waiting for the others to do everything for us.”

“Yes you can. The boss has already been defeated alright, so stop insisting about meeting back up with everyone. You're not going back.”

Before you could open your mouth and respond to Bucciarati’s statement, lips were upon yours. His lips making haste against your own as pure undeniable passion radiated from them. The feeling of his semi-chapped plumped lips intertwined with yours, as both of your saliva mixed together. This moment felt like forever as you were forced to endure Bucciarati’s foregin lips on yours.

Finding and summoning all your strength, you pushed Bucciarati away. Eyes blown wide open as you stared in shock at your capo.

“Why did you do that? Bucciarati-”

“Call me Bruno, we’ve known each other long enough for us to call us by our last names. You saved me from meeting my y/n, I remember the distraught look in yours eyes as you worried for my own well-being. You’ve proved to me countless times of how amazing you are. I thought my feelings for you were odd, different from the others, but I’ve figured out that truly I’ve been in love with you. I’ve learnt that you don’t need the others after you’ve been injured by Diavolo. You need me just as I need you.”

Bucciarati crept up next to you as you laid there with no more energy in your body to reject his on-going advances. He scooped you back into his arms and placed a hand on your cheek leaning down to get closer to your abused lips. You squirmed trying to turn your head away from his closing lips. Bucciarati’s left hand pulled your head closer to his as you felt the small puffs of air from his mouth.

“I will kiss you until your lips bleed. Just let me have this , I wanted to do this for so long.“

Before he could lean down and kiss you again, panic-stricken footsteps interrupted Bucciarati from continuing any further. The footsteps stopped outside the wall in the cell.

“Bucciarait are you okay? Where is y/n? I can’t find him!” Narancia’s distressed voice exclaimed.

Opening your mouth to call out for help, you were stopped by Sticky Fingers zipping your mouth shut.

“I haven’t found him yet. Keep looking somewhere else, I’ve gotten this area covered.”

A hum was heard before Narancia’s footsteps faded in the distance. Bucciarati brought his attention back down to you. A cocky smile as if he were mocking you for thinking you could have ever gotten away.

A few zipper noises were heard and then you lost feeling in your limbs. Bucciarati stood up and dust himself off. A few specks of dirt were still on his suit as he turned away, stopping at the archway.

“I will come back for you once they are all gone. I love you mio caro.” Then he left.

Maybe Fugo was right, maybe you should’ve never gone into that chapel.

Is it okay if I can ask for the prompts "If they ever become a problem, let me know. Okay, love?" and "The next time they touch you, I'll cut their wretched limbs off." with Jotaro?

Only Salvation

Yandere Jotaro x Reader

“If they every become a problem, let me know. Okay, love?”

“The next time they touch you, I’ll cut their wretched limbs off.”

You fell in love with Jotaro freshman year. Yes you were one of those fangirls who would ‘walk’ with him to school and try to initiate convo. Although after a while you gave up due to his mistreatment of women. He would never notice you amongst the crowd of fangirls and even if he did, he probably wouldn’t have treated you the best.

During sophomore year, you took a trip with your family to Greece. Your mother, who was an art historian, brought you and your father along to the beautiful place. That was when you awakened a spirit like being that not even your family could see. Your parents didn’t believe you countless times of exclaiming that it was right in front of them, so you gave up.

When you came back to Japan you continued life like it always was, although you had the aid of your friendly spirit. She would always help you do daily chores, make food, and even cheat on the tests you had a hard time passing. Your spirit Angel Dust, helped you with practically everything. Even pranking people.

Your best friend, who had a crush on the infamous Jotaro Kujo, was heartbroken when he called her a ‘whore’ and a ‘big-titted slut’. You used Angel Dust to make Jotaro's life a wreck. There were moments where you called it close with him almost beating you up, but it was worth it because of his sour behavior. He knew it was you somehow, but he had no idea at the time what you were doing.

Not only were you enjoying missing Jotaro, you met a new friend. He went by the name Kakyoin Noriaki. Kakyoin was a very reserved artsy guy. You complimented his art and saw that he also possessed a spirit. The two of you became friends and you learnt that what you had was a stand. You learnt different abilities of your stand, but realized it was a mirage kind of thing. You would be lying if you said you didn’t envy Hierophant Green’s ability.

By the time junior year rolled around, your best friend Kakyoin came back from his trip to Egypt with his parents. He acted strange which led towards a bombarding of questions on his end. When he started to act violently, you were suspicious of what really happened in Egypt.

You began to follow him and noticed he was following Jotaro. Witnessing him using his own stand to kill Jotaro made you even step back in shock. Sure he was a little rude and all, but that didn’t give you an excuse to kill someone. When you made it into the infirmary, you saw Kakyoin incapacitated with Jotaro hovering above him. That was when you learned that Jotaro had a stand ability.

You saved the questions for later following Jotaro back to his house. That was where you met his kind relatives. Jotaro’s grandfather explained that there was a threat to the Joestar bloodline with one of the family's rivals still being alive. You helped nurse Kakyoin back to recovery while Jotaro asked you about your past year shenanigans.

You never would have thought that your average slice of life highschool experience would end in heartbreak and bloodshed. The 50 days to Egypt were probably the best 50 days of your life. You grew close to all the crusaders and they all felt like family to you, even Jotaro who you came to love again.

The defeat of Dio left you in shambles, you lost your best friend and your other close companions. Sure you were happy that Dio was out of the way and Holly could live to see another day, but you somehow felt a bit empty inside.

It was the last night before you would fly back to Japan. You had locked yourself in your hotel room, wrapped in the hotel's blankets. A cup of warm tea was situated in your hands as you mindlessly stared at the wall in front of you. Everything had sunk into you. You would never be able to see your best friend again, converse with him, nothing. Not to mention, life was going to go back to the same old boring state it once was. A knock on the door was heard and all you did was sit there continuing to stare at the wall.

Jotaro opened the door, revealing his broad muscular form. His eyebrows were furrowed as a frown was worn on his usual stoic face. He sat down next to you on the bed and pulled your form against his. The tea you had in hand, sloshing inside the cheaply plastic made cup. You felt yourself easing into his warmth as it was the only thing you wanted after everything that happened. You never thought that Jotaro would ever be this nice and affectionate, nevertheless be this close to him.

That night he confessed his feelings to you and apologized for his past behavior. Your fragile mindset easily accepted his feelings and the two of you became an item.

When you both returned to Japan, you grew to rely on him and only him. You felt that he was the only thing you could trust and cling to. He was your beacon of hope through your hard times, and he knew that. The two two of you were never seen far apart from each other unless it was for school duties. When you were without Jotaro, you lost your will to keep going most of the time. Your mental state is still reflecting from last year's Egypt trip as Jotaro had to take care of you. Your parents were so grateful to have Jotaro who could help you with life, you ‘ran away’ and came back so different from the daughter they knew.

Jotaro was the only one who could bring out the old you, and he wanted to keep it that way.

It was mid-afternoon as school just finished. Jotaro had been forced to attend detention or he would be forced to repeat senior year. While he was in detention, you were on cleaning duty in the gym. It was Thursday which was when you were assigned cleaning duty.

Stacking the excess boxes on top of each other and placing the gym equipment back into its respective area, you failed to notice a group of girls make their way into the room. Turning around you recognized some of them being from Jotaro’s fan group. You had a bad feeling pooling in the pit of your stomach as you stood there anxiously waiting for them to make a move.

“You think you could just take Jotaro-Kun like that? Ugh what does he even see you honestly?” Girl A scoffed as played with her fingernails, eyes averted away as a look of pure disgust was projected on her delicate facial features.

“Yeah you're just a skank! You look like someone ran over you with a roadrollar or something.” Girl B added on.

“Your dumb to think that you could just get away with stealing Jotaro-Senpai like that! When we get done with you, you’ll finally realize what a dumb useless whore you are!”

The next moment flashed before your eyes. You laid there curled up on the floor as the girls kicked and smacked you with full force. They called others as they came in multiplying in numbers. You tried calling Angel Dust, but there was only so much she could do when there was a large group like this. Hit after hit, you just laid there trying to process what you did to deserve this. Maybe you were holding Jotaro back.

By the time the girls were finished, you were bruised and bloodied up. Your right eye was swollen shut as the it’s left counterpart was red from the broken blood vessels in the eye itself. Your lip was split open and burning from the harsh air that made contact with it as your cheekbone was split open as well. Multiple bruises adorned your body, dark spots just like Star Platinum’s skin all over various places you could think of. You had no more energy left in you as you sat there wounded and bleeding.

A click of the door brought you to shakily look up at who it was. Your vision was hazy from the previous assault that was done to that region. Your feeble bruised hand trembled towards the tall dark figure trying to convey you needed help. You were scooped up in a familiar pair of arms and let all the tension you had in your body go. Jotaro’s enraged face was the last thing you saw before you blacked out.

There you laid in Jotaro’s comfy futon. The crinkly duvet was sparkled out on your form as an ice pack wason your right eye. A splitting headache stopped you from being able to sit up, so you continued to lay there waiting for your lover to come in.

A moment later Jotaro had entered carrying fresh bandages and a new ice pack to replace the melting one. He silently tended to all of your wounds as you continued to lay there pondering in your thoughts. His gentle touch was much enjoyed as he treated you as if you were a porcelain doll about to shatter. The silence in the room felt stifling to you, not sure what Jotaro was going to do after cleaning your mess.

“Am I good enough for you Jotaro? I feel as though I’m dragging you down in some way…I don’t want to be something you're obligated to take care of.”

A pause in Jotaro’s movements made you tilt your head in his direction. The overcast of his signature torn hat was blocking you from getting a good look at his face. Scared that your words were right, you turned away tearing up. You couldn’t help but let out little sniffles as you felt like the last thing you had didn’t want you anymore. A small nudge brought you out of your depressive spiral. Looking back over towards Jotaro, your tears came to a halt.

“Who did this to you?”

Taking a small gulp you sat there in silence, lips puckered in shock.

“I said who did this to you?!”

The sudden raise in his voice made you jump and flinch in fear. Your arms scrunched up together trying to create a barrier of safety from the sudden fright. Jotaro picked up on your distress and calmed down once he saw your frightened state.

“Why would you ask a question like that? You wouldn’t be here if I didn’t want you in my life. We made a promise, remember? A promise I would never break. Now please, come here…let me change your bandages.” Jotaro uttered, trying to keep his booming voice to a minimum.

Soaking in the truth of his words, you teared up once again. The dams in your eye bursting as you let all the tears go. Your head hurting from the sudden blood rush to your head and pressure in your eyes. Jumping into Jotaro’s arms, your body ached from the sharp movements.

Scooping you up in his arms, he held you as you continued crying. He began to rub small circles in your back trying to avoid the tender areas from the earlier beating. The scent of his cologne and the hint of cigarette smoke began to put you at ease. This went on for a couple of moments before he decided to speak again. Trying not to startle you, he placed a hand on your shoulder and tilted your body towards his face.

“Now tell me who did this to you.”

“It was those girls…you know the ones who are always hanging around you.” You timidly replied awaiting a reaction from Jotaro.

Jotaro shifted his body and used his arms to lay you back upon the futon. He wordlessly reached for the spare medical wrappings and continued to work at your injured wounds.

“The next time they touch you, I’ll cut their wretched limbs off. If they ever become a problem, let me know. Okay, love? We don’t want another repeat of what happened today. I don’t want to walk in on you ever like this again, you hear me?”

All you could do was willingly nod.

Why would you ever say no to your only salvation?

omg i love this!! the concepts are so nice!! thx for allowing us to reblog and use!

new prompts >:3 mwehehe

Gemstone themed yandere prompts

Feel free to reblog and use

Alexandrite- what brings the yandere the most joy?

Angelite- how calm is the yandere and what aggravates them?

Aventurine- does the yandere's plans run smoothly or are there obstacles that get in the way?

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

Blue Lace Agate- how truthful is the yandere?

Carnelian- how does the yandere deal with their darlings strong will?

Charoite- how does the yandere learn more about darling?

Chrysoprase- how does the yandere deal with heartbreak?

Diamond- what does they want from their ideal darling?

Emerald- how does the yandere show their love?

Garnet- what is the yandere's ideal future with darling?

Kunzite- is the yandere's motivations love, lust or something else?

Lapis Lazuli- is the yandere controling or manipulative?

Moonstone- are there things that the yandere will hide from darling at all costs?

Opal- what makes the yandere tick?

Rhodonite- does the yandere want kids and would they force darling into having them?

Unakite- does the yandere have a point of no return or will they eventually realize how dire the consequences of their actions?

Yellow Sapphire- does the yandere believe that they are the one that darling should praise or do the believe that darling deserves theirs?

Okay I’m trying to focus on writing for Fate’s Binding and Let the Dead be Dead because it’s been a fat minute since I’ve worked on those stories. Feel free to send in anything, but I will be working on those right now.

Anyway I hope you all have a great day !! 🍎💗

We all love some good yandere Leone, and yours was great! He seems a very obsessive but soft yan compared to the rest of the gang. Just wanted to say thay your writing is really good!

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Oh really? Why thank you so much! I really enjoy making Abbacchio a soft yandere a bit. I don’t really see him as a sadistic type yandere.

Abbacchio has already went through so much in his past and it still haunts him till this day. His past is a constant reminder of his failures and how terrible of a person he is.

He genuinely believes he has no self worth if we were to be honest. When he elaborated on how the higher ups just make the decisions and he just goes along with them is just another thing that adds into it. Abbacchio admires those who have that self perseverance and have that confident to tackle life regardless of what he or she went through.

When he meets that special person it really just goes down hill from there. He doesn’t want to be the scum to ruin his darlings life as they are so much happier than something like him their to ruin it. Don’t get me wrong, he will step in when something threatens his relations with them and is nor afraid to risk all that he has left.

Life gave them to him no matter how shitty of a person he was or what he had done in his past, and he would rather die than let them slip through his fingers.