#yandere don giorno

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NSFW CONTENT, MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!

Yan!Don Giovanna x Fem!Reader

Word count : 5,257

Contains : Smut

A/N : Holy request in wattpad🛐

"Come up everyone! This is one of the beautiful sceneries of Naples!" You pointed out, everyone made a wow sound as soon as they saw the beautiful view of the city of Naples, "Wow miss Y/N.. this is such a beautiful view!" a woman spoke, "Of course it is signora.. it's not as beautiful as you though!" you winked, everyone chuckled and the woman was surprised of what you said, "Hey don't steal my most beautiful darling here!" your lover comes up in front of you to face the woman, "Oh I won't sir." the woman giggled,  "I must admit truthfully from the bottom of my heart, both of you are the most entertaining tour guides I've ever found." a man spoke as he walked over to the side of the woman, "Oh really signore? I'm very glad we're the most entertaining ones here." you replied, "I think miss Y/N is better than that fart guy!" a child spoke while they were hugging the woman's leg, pointing out your lover. "Hey Maya that's bad to speak!" the woman scolded, you laughed as your lover reacted like he was devastated, "How dare you call me the fart guy here..!" he cried out sarcastically, "Manners Maya." the man spoke with a sharp tone, the child soon stopped laughing and listened to both of their parents, "We apologize for their behavior.." the woman said, "Oh no, it's fine signora!" you replied with the tone of assurance that it's alright, "Oh my feelings are crushed~!" your lover whined, "You're sounding like a baby here." you scoffed, "A giant baby-" everyone held their laughs except your husband, "Stop the humiliating me!" your lover puffed out their cheeks, "Aw I'm sorry.." you pinched their cheek and shake it a bit, "Speaking of a giant baby, we're done for our tour for today!" you announced, "It was a very nice tour miss Y/N, we hope to see more beautiful places tomorrow." the woman smiled, "I'm very excited to go on another adventure with all of you tomorrow." you spoke, "We'll stay here for around 35 minutes.." the woman said, you and your lover both nodded, "I'll go drink a soda around a vending machine here- I'm thirsty!" you walked off, "Grab me a soda too please!" your lover shouted, you extended your arm out with your hand gesturing a thumbs up as a reply of approval from what your lover said.

While walking your body slowly slumped the more you walk out of distance, you've been in this place for goodness how many times was it? You couldn't count anymore, your eyes turned from looking so lively to instant glare of death. The tour tired the living hell out of you, acting so cheery was especially the most tiring part out of walking in all sorts of places, you were glad your acting skills kept ahold in that moment- in fact never did anyone noticed that you were acting for the past years, a fake personality, a fake smile, fake acting. Even your lover doesn't know you're acting too, 'God my throat is so dried..' your thoughts said, still searching for a vending machine you finally found one, quickly walking to the vending machine pulling out your wallet to get cash, "How much was it again..?" your vision was blurry for a moment out of exhaustion while you tried to look more closer at the displayed price on the vending machine, "Uhmm.." you squinted your eyes trying to look more closer, "Good evening Signora." a voice of a man suddenly spoke from behind, you flinched and quickly turned your head to where the voice came from, "I apologize, did I disturb you?" you saw a man with long golden blonde hair with a strange hairstyle, his outfit that revealed his chest out with the symbol of a huge heart on his clothing- he looked very beautiful and elegant at the same time, you gazed for a moment but shook your head out of your thoughts. "Ah no Signore.. you can use it first!" you nervously chuckled extending both of your arms in a welcome gesture, pointing it to the vending machine, "If you insist." the beautiful man walked to the vending machine starting to pick out what he wanted, you sat over the bench just beside the vending machine and waited, your mind was getting foggy and your legs felt numb, you wanted to relax for a while before going back but remembering you have to go back to give your lover the soda he requested, 'Ugh I wish he magically walks over here..!' you whined in your thoughts, your eyebrows furrowed together while you tap your foot on the ground. The beautiful man suddenly sat beside you and offered you a can of coke, "I hope this is to your liking, please accept it if you do." the man calmly said.

You were taken aback by his actions, you didn't know what to say or do, I mean you did need the soda because of thirst but taking one made you think to yourself that maybe you're being too greedy. Quickly thinking of what you decided to take his offering, you grabbed the soda out his hand and immediately opened to drink it, you gulped the soda as if you were drinking for your life, "Aaahh~" you exhaled out after drinking the can of coke, you realized that you drank without even thanking the man who gave you the can, "Thank you for the soda Signore!" you thanked him loudly, the man was flinched a little from how you thanked him, "It's my pleasure." "Why did you give me one though?" you asked, "I just happen to saw you and noticed how exhausted you were, If I may ask is everything alright?" you turned your gaze to the soda you were holding on your lap, "Well-" you stopped for a moment and sighed, "Just from my job that's all.."  you took a sip from the can, "I've been acting so differently from my job and outside of it- It gets me quite tired easily." you lightly chuckled, "I'm listening." the man spoke and took a sip on his can, "I dislike how I have to fake everything, I want to be like myself in any platform- but being a tour guide and entertaining the people at the same time can prevent me from doing it." your eyes felt like it was growing tears at the corners of it, "I see.." the man replied, "Signora, I do not know what your next intentions are, but please do know to always look over yourself.." you turned your head to him, seeing his green emerald eyes staring at yours, "I will signore, maybe someday I will, who knows?" you shrugged, the man's expression turned into worry after you've said that, "Do you have anyone to look over you? You're a beautiful woman I have to say, but hearing those words from you grows my worry." the man said with a sharp tone, you held your laugh with your cheeks visibly puffing out, "What are you holding your laugh for?" the man asked, "Oh- nothing! It's just that we're strangers, we just met though you're worried?" you laughed, the man's eyes widen from your response, "You don't know who I am signora?"

"No..?" you raised a brow, "Who are you anyway?" the man smile "I'm Giorno Giovanna, How about you signora?" your lips made an O-shape after knowing his name, "I'm Y/N L/N." you introduced, "Giorno huh.." you rubbed your chin, Giorno looked at how you stared at him- you expression making it look like you're suspicious of him, he felt so nervous- what if you knew he was a Mafia boss? He hoped you didn't recognize him, otherwise if you did he thought you might ignore him and run away. You clapped both of your hands together catching Giorno's attention back, "Oh I know!" Giorno tilted his head a little, him confused. "How about I call you Giogio?" you widely smiled, Giorno was speechless, was he really getting a nickname from you? This was rare, no one ever gave him a nickname ever since, meaning this was his first time to ever have someone give him a nickname, "R-really?" Giorno pointed to himself while stuttering in his words, "Me? Giogio..?" he asked with his eyes filled with amusement, "Yeah! isn't it a cool nickname?" you answered, Giorno's heart felt like it was stirring in excitement, his stomach felt like it had butterflies, "Yeah, it sure is.." Giorno replied, "Alright Giorno Giovanna, you're Giogio from now on!" you offered a fist bump gesture, Giorno was confused from what you were offering- "Come on fist bump fist bump!" Giorno raised his hands slowly- still confused on what to do, he imitated your hand gesture but still not knowing how it works, you took his wrist and bumped his knuckles on yours, "There a fist bump!" you chuckled, "That was a.. fist bump?" Giorno asked confusingly, "Yeah! How do you not know what it is?" Giorno knew to himself that he spent his days on work and education at the same time, he wasn't aware of what's happening outside so this was new to him. Before you could speak again  you remembered your tour, you quickly took a look at your wrist watch seeing it was almost 10 minutes before the tourists leave, "Ah! I have to go now-" you stood up, Giogio flabbergasted he asked "Where are you off to?" with a hint of worry in his voice, "Going back to work and my lover is waiting so.." you answered, "Welp I'll see you later! Or someday perhaps?" you giggled, "So long Giogio! it was nice to meet you! And so then Giorno watched you disappear in the distance.. He hoped to see you again, though he wanted to find out who was your lover, he'll just have eliminate them if they ever find out.

But if fate denies, he has no choice but to twist it.

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After returning the family back to their hotel location, you now sat with your lover at a hill, gazing at the stars above in the night sky, "What took you 20 minutes in the vending machine?" your lover asked, "Hm? Oh, I met this man.." your lover suddenly concerned, "A man? Did he do something?" you quickly turned your head to him and shook both of your hands in denial, "No no! He was very nice, he even bought me a soda." you returned back to gazing at the stars, "His name was Giorno Giovanna, and let me tell you he had a weird type of clothing!" you chuckled, "Giorno Giovanna huh.. that name sounds familiar, I think I've heard it around my neighborhood before but can't clearly recall it." your lover shrugged, "Hmm is that so..?" you nodded multiple times in acknowledgement, "Yep, anyways let's go back- it's getting cold here and I am shivering!" your lover whined and hugged your arm, "How about we watch a movie when we get back?" you asked, "Yeah that sounds like a great idea!" your lover responded, "Let's go to a nearby convenience store here and buy food!" your lover offered, you nodded in response and both of you stood up to go to a convenience store. 

Meanwhile in the convenience store, you and your lover both picked up a few chips and sweets- along with soft drinks and juice boxes. After purchasing your lover carried the bags and you both walked out of the convenience store, you both talked about the random stuff both of you can think about, animals, nature, zodiacs, art, you name it. You were both a few more miles close to returning back home, while walking you both heard a loud sound, almost as if it was a scream of a man in agony, though you both thought that maybe you guys were being delusional? "Should we check where it came from..?" you asked, your lover only stood silent for a moment "Yeah I think we should.. let's sneak." your lover spoke, you both nodded and sneaked over to where it came from, you both assumed it was at a nearby corner behind an apartment, you both slowly walked over to the corner- not daring to make a sound, you both heard a crying man pleading for mercy "Please I won't sell anymore I swear!" suddenly a sound of a loud punch arrived, "This is the 4th time and number 4 is a curse!" a different voice spoke, "That's enough Mista, I think I've heard enough of his words."  another voice spoke, though that voice sounded familiar- you pushed your lover back and tried peeking out the corner, slowly peeking you saw a man on his knees blood all over his face- he looked like he was beaten up, you saw another man stood with his back facing your direction, his hair looked familiar- long and the color of gold and blonde, along him was a man with tiger pattern clothing and a crop top with patterns of an x all over. The long haired man turned his head at the side, then you saw a glimpse of his face- leaving you to immediate shock and fear, his face looked like the man you met earlier, it was way too much like him, just from his hair it proved it was him. Your breath hitched and you quickly held your lover's hand and ran back, "Wait- wait what's happening?!" your lover said while you still held his hand tightly- sprinting fast as you could, "We're in danger- we need to get back as quick as possible." your lover was speechless, he didn't know what to say anymore at this point, all he could ever do was run with you as fast as he could. After that night, you both didn't dare to speak about it again, it both terrified you to the guts, especially you witnessing it with your bare eyes.

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It was the afternoon of the day, touring your visitors of Italy, it was  the 5th day of their vacation in Italy. "Is everyone hungry here or is it just me?" you joked, but in fact you were actually hungry as it was exactly 12 in the afternoon, "Today everyone we'll be going to Italy's famous and delicious restaurant!" you announced, "Yay! Mommy are we going to eat pizza?" the child spoke excitingly, "Little one, fact here we Italians love pizza! So of course there's pizza." you smiled, the child became more excited and happily jump around on their seat in excitement. "Looks like someone's extremely excited." your lover chimed in while driving, "I've tasted Italian food before I actually went to this country-" the man said, "Really? What food is it?" you asked, "I think it was called black ink squid pasta-" you clapped both of your hands together, "Oh that! That meal taste so good I can never get tired of eating it!" you responded, "I'd sure love to taste one too if there is one." the woman spoke, "Surely there is one in the menu, that food cannot be missed by the visitors of Italy!" suddenly feeling the car stopping you all arrived at the restaurant, you immediately went out of the car to open the door for the tourists, "Wow this restaurant looks so luxurious!" the surprised woman spoke "Agreed." the man replied, "And that's why it's rated as one of the best restaurants!" you happily spoke, as soon as everyone got off the vehicle you and your lover both opened the door for them to enter and both led them to the booked seats, before you both could leave you were stopped by the woman and offered that both of you should eat with them, well both of you and your lover could use some energy to restore- so you both agreed.

After food arrived you all peacefully ate, it had been a long time since you ate in 5 star restaurant, the best part here was it was free because it was offered to both you and your lover, "This food taste so good!" the child spoke with the pasta sauce all over their face, "We can totally tell." your lover responded, making everyone giggle. You loved eating with people you get along, this was like a family reunion or meeting your friends back in college, while eating another vehicle arrived at the front of the restaurant- surprisingly the car was a black limousine, you assumed this person was very rich as hell, the door opened and you saw a foot land out, the person stood up and entered the restaurant, "Good afternoon signore Giorno Giovanna." At that moment you were at the edge of almost choking on your food, there stood the man named Giorno Giovanna, wearing the same clothes you met him before. Your eyes quickly became terrified- the flashback of what happened last night came back, you tried to calm down when you were already panicking as soon as you saw him, you grabbed the menu nearby hoping that he won't recognize you from afar, 'Out of all the places this is what he picked?!' you internally cried out, you tightly hold the menu right infront your face, scrunching your shoulders hoping to be more hidden. But unfortunately  he did saw a glimpse of your face and approached your table, 'Shit shit shit- please don't be here!' "Good afternoon Signoras and Signores." a familiar voice spoke, 'Ah uccidimi..' "Oh! Good afternoon sir." the woman spoke, "Wow this guy looks so cool!" the child pointed out, "Is that you Y/N?" you flinched as he said your name, slowly sliding the menu down you saw his face "Oh- heyy.. Giogio..." you said in an awkward tone,"Giogio? wait- wait Giorno?!" your lover said spoke as if he was very shocked, "This was the man you met?! The don of Passio-" Giorno made a loud ehem sound- making your lover instantly stop speaking, "Don of what?" you questioned, not knowing what a don was. "It's so nice to see you again, Y/N." Giorno smiled at you, seeing him right in front of you sent chills in your spine, you just saw this man watching his ally beat someone up now he's right here right now?!

"Heh.. same goes to you..! yeah.." you spoke nervously, "I apologize for disturbing your eating session, I just wanted to greet Y/N here." you glanced at your lover who had their face expression still in shock, "U-um, that's too nice of you Giogio! you didn't have to.." you lightly chuckled, "Well have a nice afternoon Signore and Signoras, and Y/N." he gazed right in your eyes when he said your name, both of you had a moment of eyes locked to each other and you immediately broke it off, before Giorno could leave your table he whispered something to your lover's ear and your lover nodded in response. Giorno finally leaving your table you felt a bit relieved, a bit relieved because he was actually going to eat in this restaurant too, you quickly finished your food and told the others that you were going to wait outside in the vehicle, you felt so uncomfortable in that restaurant, you felt like Giorno was watching you while you sat there eating in a haste, it just made you want to vomit everything out of your stomach. You rubbed your temples out of distress but your lover soon came out of the restaurant a while after you, he walked over to your side and stood there silently, his face looked blank which made you worried, "Are you alright darling?" you asked placing your hand on his shoulder, your lover sighed and nodded, you were for sure your lover wasn't okay- trying to find the reason why he wasn't, you recalled of Giorno's whisper to him, "Did Giorno say something to you?" you saw your lover's eyes widen, "No no- nothing bad at all, just something is running in my mind that's all." your lover responded, "Okay.." you went back to standing idly while leaning on the vehicle, waiting for the visitors to finish eating they finally came out and you and your lover went back in action.

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You and your lover finally finished another day of touring the tourists, you laid back on the couch while watching the television while your lover was taking a shower, He told you that he had something to show you, you looked at the clock hanging on the wall seeing it was 7pm, what could he be showing this night? Maybe a date night? Some flowers and romantic music in the background, while candles surround the table and a prepared meal on the tabl- you heard a door click, turning your head revealed your lover dressed up, you sat up and asked him, "Where are we going?" "It's a surprise darling." your lover responded, you stood up approached him- wrapping your arms around his and both of you went out.

While walking you kept asking him out of curiosity where you both were going but he still refused to answer, you badly wanted to know as curiosity kept poking you, "Pleaseeee can I know now?" you pleaded, "Nopeee~" your lover teased, you sulked as he said his last no, your lover chuckled knowing you were now in a bad temper but as he patted your head you completely changed your mood, you loved your lover dearly so you couldn't stay mad at him. You both suddenly stopped in your tracks, you noticed and looked towards where you both stopped on- and there you saw what you imagined of, the romantic set up- roses everywhere, table on the food, candles, the smell of aroma surrounding the whole place, this was so unexpected! You immediately blushed as soon as you saw this place, "Oh my.." your lover pulled out the fancy looking chair gesturing you to sit down, your heart fluttered and you accepted his offering- you sat down on the chair and he pushed the chair a bit as you sat down, "I love you- but the don gets what he wants.." your lover said, leaving you confused shock- what did he mean by that? Don gets what he wants? What?! "Don Giovanna, she's here now." in the darkness towards you a person walked out, revealing one and only Giorno Giovanna. Instantly your heart dropped, you froze in your seat not daring to break an eye contact on Giorno's form, "Thank you, you're a very loyal one." Giorno spoke to your lover, he soon switched his eyes to you, making your legs tremble from sheer terror.

"D-Darling.. what's he doing here..?" you were stuttering on your words, even your lips were trembling from fear too, "Oh they haven't told you?" Giorno scoffed, "How about I'll explain it all, shall I?" You didn't respond, only silence spoke for you, "Let's say your so called lover, is a loyal member of my mob, anyone in my mob listens to what I order." you turned your head to your lover who stood from afar looking down on the ground, "He's my boss, I have to listen to what he wants- I already pledged my loyalty to him." your lover suddenly spoke, "See?" Giorno chuckled, Giorno approaches you and gently took your hand and lifted it up to kiss the back of your hand, "And I am here to claim what's mine."Giorno said as he kissed your hand, he pulled out a mask and covered it on his face and you saw that your lover did so too, you were so confused and lost, what's happening? You felt so dizzy- and sleepy, "Slee p well princess.." Giorno hummed, you saw smoke filling the place and soon leaving you to black out.

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You woken up feeling unconscious, you felt something silky under you- you rubbed your legs on it and looking down below was a silky sheet all over a massive bed you laid on, the bed looked like it was king sized. You sat up lost in words, in front of you displayed a massive mirror. You saw what you were wearing- you were wearing a two piece pure white colored lacy lingerie. You heard the door click open revealing of a woman who opened the door, "She's awake Don Giovanna." hearing his name once again your heartbeat raced, Giorno entered the room with a black robe and his hair flowing on his shoulders. As soon as he entered the woman closed the door, leaving only you and Giorno in the room, "You may wonder why you're here.." Giorno slowly approached you while untying his robe, "I'll give you the answer for that." Giorno's robe drops to the ground revealing his naked body towards you, you quickly tried to back off but just as before you were going to move you were stopped by vines tied on both of your wrist- making you unable to move, "Please don't move mio cara, this is what fate brought to me, to both of us." you struggled on trying to snap off the vines, pulling it as hard as you could but it didn't work, Giorno climbed on the bed reaching to your struggling form- he touched your lap catching your attention to him, "Please let me go..!" these vines were unbelievably strong, you didn't have time to think where the hell did these came from but you wanted to focus on getting out, Giorno's hand climbed in your inner thigh- instantly closing your inner thigh he stopped the your other thigh from closing with his other hand, both of your legs opened with Giorno's strength to separating them.

"Look how wet you are Cara, your juices are already staining from those panties.." Giorno said, before you could kick him another pair of vines tied your ankles, "Please stop..!" you cried out, Giorno ripped off your panties with his bare hands, revealing your tight wet pussy right in front of his face, Giorno smirked at you and he spitted his saliva on your cunt, he planted his dick on your pussy and started to grind on it before entering, Giorno wanted to tease you for a moment- wanting lust to enter you while his dick was rock hard on your pussy, his cock rubbing your clit then smacking it with his cock- you made little whining noises while he teases you which he really loved to hear, you watched his cock play around your pussy- you could feel it was so hard right now, it was so big in your view that it made you thought that would that fit you? Would this be the death of you right now? "Mio cara, from now on you're mine." Giorno pushed his cock inside making you instantly moan loud, you wanted to close your legs but the vines that were holding you tight didn't budge, he started to thrust inside- making sure his cock fully dominates the insides of your pussy, you could hear small groans as he pushes his cock furtherly inside- experiencing a tight pussy for the first time Giorno couldn't imagine that, especially if it's actually fucking the person he's deadly in love right now.

His cock finally fully entered inside of you, your sweat trinkled on your face, your legs felt like shaking when Giorno's cock was entering, he started to thrust making him make a sharp hiss under his heavy breath, the pain in your pussy was extremely painful- you thought you could have your first time with your lover but taken away by a fucking psycho who kidnapped you. Giorno pounded on your pussy making you squint your eyes and moan in pain and pleasure- Fuck, your pussy was taking his cock perfectly- Giorno loved seeing your face like that, he could read that you were enjoying this even though pain can be felt during the sex, your voice made him excite the most, It was so angelic hearing your moans because of him, his cock making you moan so loud oh how he enjoys it, he wanted to hear more of your voice as you were already his. Giorno made more pounds in your pussy, your juices already being a lube for his cock- "Good girl.. you're little pussy is so perfect for my cock.." Giorno said while pounding you, hearing his huffs each pound he had to do all you could do was moan, you felt so disgusted for yourself- moaning because of this bastard giving you so much pleasure, Giorno started to pound faster making your turn backwards from all that pounding, sloppy sounds filled the room, moans, groans, heavy breathing touched your skin giving you goosebumps, "F-Fuck.." Giorno held both of your thighs tightly, thrusting deeper he shot out his cum inside- making sure you were so filled up with his cum inside of you, you arched your back from orgasm- you could feel his warm cum stirring inside.

Panting from tiredness you were suddenly released from the vines, shit.. just when you were tired you're released? Well as exactly the Don himself planned- seeing you all tired with that sexy lingerie you wore made him so turned on, with your form resting on the bed he raised your other leg extending open your wet pussy filled with him cum- instead of fucking your pussy again he inserted his cock inside of your ass hole, making you flinch because of how fast he had inserted his cock inside, feeling it was so hard he started to thrust again, you made whining moaning noises as he started to pound your hole, he watched both of your breast bounce with each pound did- he wanted to see how much your breasts could bounce from his pounding- he placed your leg on his shoulder and shifted his upper body lower to yours, he gripped the sheets hard and used all his strength to pound your hole, you made such loud high-pitched ah noises with his strength of fucking you, Giorno knew he was doing great in fucking you by the ass- your ass cheeks jiggling whenever he thrusted so hard, you gritted your teeth because of how big his cock was, it feels so good when it hurts so bad, you ended up gripping the sheets to as if you were holding on for dear life- Giorno's cock started to pace faster than before, making you even moan and groan at the same time, fuck his cock made you crazy- his pounds were always so hard and aggressive, he wanted to make sure you could feel what he's feeling right now, Giorno is pouring out all the love he grew for you ever since, he couldn't stop thinking about you that day- he had to make you his, "Cara I love you so much.." Giorno said following another groan, with one last thrust his seed enters and fills your hole once again, you made the longest moan you couldn't ever imagine- orgasm had you all crazy, he pulled his cock out seeing it was still hard, "You're my darling now." Giorno leaned over and removed the strand of hair on your face and kissed your forehead. From this moment, you had no choice but submit yourself to him.

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Yandere Giorno Giovanna x Reader

Headcanons

I wrote these to help me brainstorm for a couple yandere Giorno fics I have in the works for over a year now. They’re not turning out how I’d like them to. So to get a better understanding of the type of yandere I think he’d be, I wrote these. It may be different from how he’s typically written as a yandere. Also this has been sitting in my drafts a while. Might as well post them.

Taglist: @danielle-marie @syntheticseraton1n @fugos-lil-fork @noaltbruh @shxftxng

Warning: Yandere content ahead! Manipulation, kidnapping, delusional giorno, aged up giorno, capture, abuse, threats, violence. This content contains violence and graphic depictions of a yandere mob boss. You’ve been warned. Read at your own discretion.

First and for most he isn’t turning yandere unless you have a big impact on him which serves to trigger his yandere tendencies. It doesn’t matter if you’re a childhood friend, a server at a restaurant, a random civilian, etc. You’ll unfortunately trigger his yandere tendencies one way or another.

It would begin innocent because he has his righteous heart and he has an admirable personality.

He wouldn’t become yandere until after he forms strong feelings for you. Due to his career he wouldn’t want you associating yourself with him in a romantic relationship. He believes it would be too dangerous and lonely becoming his partner. He also doesn’t think he’d be good enough for you depending on how strong his feelings for you are. It’s also dangerous enough if you’re friends with him. To be seen with don Giorno immediately puts a target on your back.

Giorno would only become yandere if he became delusional, obsessive, and beyond help. Golden boy would need to lose that “golden heart” of his. He may not have a heart of gold but his heart is in the right place. He’s always been on the path to righteousness. He isn’t going to be yandere unless he’s lost his way. Of course he’s still keep some of his lovable traits.

Losing his way, meaning he’d become the corrupt mafia boss in the sense that he’d do anything to make you his. He wouldn’t change his rules on no drugs or giving the city back to the people. He’d still very much want to change the world for the better! After all it would go against his character and he’d only become yandere because of several factors. He loses his way because there’s a constant unhealthy change in his mind for you.

Giorno believes it’s wrong at first and throws the unhealthy thoughts out. Unfortunately it slowly becomes more unhealthy the more he does so. He wouldn’t seek help because he desires to be the man in which the people need. To do the right thing, to be like the mafioso who respected him when he was a kid, to hold up the promise to his dead allies like Bucciarati, to save the people from drugs and other horrors mafioso had brought in the past.

He would never want to become the corrupt mob boss, the one the people don’t need, to be so would be no better than Diavolo. His dreams would be a complete failure. At that point he wouldn’t uphold the desires of the people in Italy. The person he aspires to be would slowly twist but only for you.

Without help Giorno would spiral to obsession. His mind would change, slowly transforming into a yandere. He’d see “reason”. Love is innocent there is no harm in love. However Giorno would twist it with his delusional thoughts. Anything goes to earn your love. Even if he must force it upon you. He’d see it as necessary to “earn” your love. You’ll learn to love him.

Giorno slowly believes he can give you the best life. He’d rationalize protecting you, giving you riches, and any desire you could possibly wish for. Surely he can find a stand user to accommodate your outlandish needs if his money or power isn’t enough to get your desires.

He’s offering you true love and the life of luxury. What else could you want?! It wouldn’t be fair to Giorno. His intentions with you are innocent. At least he believes so. His word is final, is it not?

Yes power would go to the young dons head as he continues to “rationalize” what he must do to receive your love. You will fall in love with him. You got no other choice when he’s the one to be at your side.

He will also keep a very close eye on you. He knows where you are at all times and he knows everything about you. He’ll have his henchmen get info on you. Any extra details about you he’ll take upon himself to find out.

Giorno would take a couple months of plotting before he kidnaps you. He’ll be the one to do it. The kidnapping wouldn’t happen until he thinks he’s in love with you. Once he becomes yandere and he believes he knows you well enough then he’ll plot his kidnapping.

His possessive side would be scary. He won’t allow anyone near you.

His yandere tendencies are the scariest. He will kill anyone who hurts you. Even if it was someone from your past. He will also easily kill anyone after your heart. He'll send henchmen after them. He isn’t opposed to toturing the culprits either.

He is extremely jealous for several reasons:

He's very possessive. He's a mafia boss. Of course he is possessive

He is also insecure you won't accept him. His past, his background, and his complex personality.

There is a part of him that believes you might fall in love with someone else and he can't take the heartbreak

He is the jealous type. His jealousy will surprise you. He's so jealous he doesn't like seeing you talk to others since he's clingy and wants your attention to himself. He feels this way because he knows you're not in love with him. He doesn't want to admit it.

Life in Captivity

He’ll take you to his mansion. You’re given the master bedroom with luxurious accommodations. He decorated it to your taste. He spared no cost for you. There’s even a huge bathroom connected to your room and it too is filled with luxuries. You’ll feel like you’re in a Cancun resort.

You’ll find a letter and a gift from your captor. If you don’t know who Giorno is you’re feeling absolutely terrified. He made sure to sign his full name so you know who is he. If you do know then you’re angered and feeling betrayed. Whether he introduced himself to you or not depends entirely how he came to know you. He’s a stalker and observed you from a far. If you’re a childhood friend to him then you definitely know who he is but had no idea about his ties to the mafia.

The door is locked from the outside with a guard outside. The windows are locked but you notice the high security outside.

All your belongings will be transferred to another room. Any of your belongings you wish for is given to you as long as you have no access to the outside world.

He would explain why it is you’re there. If you’re confrontational or combative he’ll give you all the space you need. If you ignore him he’ll also understand. He’s patient and a busy man. Take all the time you need but he’ll become very persistent. You’re his true love he won’t be giving up on you anytime soon.

He’ll give you gifts and bring all your meals on silver platters. He likes to take breaks and work from home so he can spend time with you any chance he can get. Anything you could possibly request for is yours.

In time, most likely a month or so. He’ll want to eat meals with you. If you refuse he’ll let you be but he’ll continue bringing your meals if he’s able to.

After a month of this you’ll one day receive a letter in the morning from him. You’ll find a flower or poem written by him. The letter invites you to breakfast, directing you to the location and your door is unlocked.

If you refuse a maid will later bring you a breakfast cart full of breakfast items and another flower from the don.

If you go to breakfast he’s pleasantly surprised. Even if you ignore him or are passive aggressive he’s still elated to see you. He’ll be patient and polite. He understands you don’t like him. He’s looking for progress in developing a relationship. Babysteps are necessary.

He would explain how he made sure to choose all your favorites. The table is a buffet of delicious foods and drinks. The centerpiece is filled with your favorite flowers he put together himself from his garden.

Any surprised Reaction from you pleases him since he’ll be pleased with himself.

This arrangement will go on for a week but during different times of the day. He is busy so it’s rare seeing him during lunch or dinner. Sometimes he can’t make it for breakfast. He’ll slowly have you request any meal you want while he has his own at work.

He won’t be allowing you to leave your bedroom until you’ve proven you won’t try escaping. He isn’t worried since he has his men and servants around the mansion.

You’ll slowly earn privileges around the mansion as you please.

Your only saving grace is Giorno would be somewhat of a hopeless romantic. He’d be at your beck and call. Doing anything to make you happy when he’s not being unbearable. He’ll be as charming as can be and he’d be incredibly sweet to you. You’ve changed him, dear. Giorno will be the biggest fan boy to you. You want him to crawl on his knees for you? So be it. You desire him to be your personal maid? Done. He’s extremely whipped for you.

If you deny his touch or love respectfully or full of fear he won't punish you. In fact he would be incredibly gentle with you since it makes him want to earn your love even more. Unfortunately he'll continue to try winning over your love. He'll still try getting you to be his in anyway he can.

Don’t be mistaken if you try manipulating him. You can’t manipulate him. Don’t try it. He’ll get annoyed or pissed off. He might play along to amuse himself but it won’t end well. If he’s not having it then he’ll call you out on it. If he’s annoyed he will be disappointed in you. If you pissed him off he’s punishing you or your loved ones. Be very careful he’s still a dangerous man.

Yandere Progress

If your friends with him the “yandere switch” would be a faster process. He would have a really good understanding of you and would have an easier time falling for you.

A friendship would also quickly form his yandere thoughts. It would most likely happen over several months. Months of not being able to express his feelings, not receiving your love, becoming confused as to what to do, his morals slowly dwindling when it comes to you, constantly thinking of you until it becomes obsession, his loose morals transforming into yandere thoughts, so on and so forth.

If you’re not friends with him then Giorno must’ve formed feelings for you from a far. No matter what you're doing he would be drawn to you. Giorno doesn't pick just anyone to be his partner. He wants loyalty, a loving sweet darling to be at his side or someone with a golden heart. Figuratively showing Giorno your kind or righteous heart will win him over.

It would take longer for Giorno to become yandere for you if he has been watching from afar. Most likely half a year of him stalking you.

Punishments

Do remind yourself he’s a mafia boss. He’ll have mafioso record your loved ones getting beaten. Women or children are out of the question. If he does involve women then they’ll be put into debt or lose their job. It won’t be pretty if they owe Passione money. Giorno might use it against you to get you to behave. Perhaps make a deal with you to get rid of their debts. You might owe Giorno a date or kiss with an apology while you’re on your knees with your dignity on the line. He might request you to appear with him as a date to a Passione event too since he’ll know you’ll behave.

The listed punishments above would happen if you try consistent escape attempts, break his property, or try getting staff/mafioso to help you escape. If you didn’t escape for long then you won’t be given dinner and you’ll be in solitary confinement for one day.

It would be wise to be careful around Giorno. Poor behavior could lead to him becoming unhinged because you're supposed to be his one and only. His true love. A potential partner shouldn't abuse him. Constant, fighting, threats, and the like would cause the worst punishments for you since he has become so delusional and unhinged at that point. He would only snap if your poor behavior is consistent for months. It would need to be 4-6 months before he snaps. Depends what you do or say and how stressed it makes him.

Yelling at him, throwing insults, or denying his feelings and relationship with him wouldn’t cause the same reaction. He’d be hurt and heartbroken. So your actions will make him cry himself to sleep at night.

Punishments would depend on your actions

If you're violent and completely unbearable to be around then he isn't holding back. You will receive the worst punishment. It would only happen if it persists for a long time. He might break your bones or hurt you with his stand. He'll demand you to apologize. He'll heal you after but you must prove to him he corrected your behavior. It depends how unhinged he becomes.

He might also threaten killing a loved one. This includes friends or others you care for. He won’t kill women or children. He’ll only kill a women if she’s a drug dealer, an abusive/neglectful parent or a low life mafioso.

He would also shackle you like a pet. Perhaps your wrists or ankle and dress you in humiliating clothing. Since he is possessive only his eyes would get to see you so you're completely isolated in your bedroom. This would be for an entire week unless you haven't improved.

"My poor, caro/cara. You look so unhappy. I do hope you've learned your lesson."

If you don't improve your behavior he'll correct your behavior in one of two ways. It depends what you do. Either with torture if you're still violent/threatening or chores in his bedroom or office if you're only being sassy/disrespectful. You'll be wearing lingerie while he watches you do chores. He'd keep an eye on you but only because he doesn't want you escaping nor does he want anyone seeing you in lingerie. He won't touch you or give any dirty talk but afterwards when the chores are completed you'll be seated on his lap while he places a gentle hand on your upper back or side. He'll either cup or caress your face trying to sweet talk you. About how he doesn't want to punish you anymore and would love nothing more than to spoil you. He'll forgive you but you must give him an apology and a kiss on the cheek. He'll let you get away with no apology kiss if you're bashful about it or afraid of him. If you don't kiss him for any other reason then he isn't going to be happy.

"Continue defying me and see what happens, caro/cara. I won't repeat myself."

If you bite the bullet and kiss his cheek, you're forgiven. Which you should, he has such a terrifying gaze. If not then you don't receive dinner and you are to sleep in his bedroom until you're no longer punished. He won't touch you but it will be the most uncomfortable sleep since you're still stuck wearing a revealing outfit beside your captor.

Your chores become more tiring. You'll have to clean his yacht or his cars. It may or may not be lingerie you'd wear but possibly bikini's or thongs he picked out for you. Cleaning the floors with a toothbrush was agonizing. His yacht is huge and you'll have to clean it top to bottom. He has a garage full of cars so have fun washing the rest of the day. The chores become more exhausting by the day.

If you don't give in the next three days or so, he'll put you in solitary confinement with nothing to do beside your chore for that day. By then you're tired of the chores and humiliating outfits but worst of all is being trapped in a room all alone with nothing to do.

Giorno is forgiving. If a kiss on the cheek and a fake apology is all it will take then so be it.

Here are examples of outfits he might put you in

Stockholm Syndrome

Giorno will give you more privileges around the mansion. The more trust and love shown to Giorno the more you receive.

He’ll want to share a bedroom with you. He wants to be beside his true love at night time to hold and love.

It may get to the point where he won’t have tight security anymore. You’ll have 3-5 body guards for your safety.

A relationship with Giorno is almost normal. He’s loving and caring to you but he’s still very careful about your safety. He can be a bit clingy too. Only a bit since he’s so busy running the mafia.

When you have his complete trust you may leave the mansion as you please but only if you have atleast two of his most trusted stand user bodyguards with you at all times. Another rule is you must carry your phone and two emergency ladybug broaches on you. One to save your life and another for him to find you, should you get kidnapped.

If you wish to be around your friends and family then he’ll allow it but you mustn’t tell them about his occupation.

If you wish to travel without him he’ll want one of his most trusted mafioso to go with you. Perhaps Fugo, maybe Shiela E. if it’s the canon timeline or Either Bruno or Narancia if it’s a different AU.

Giorno can be a sadistic delusional yandere with violent punishments for you or he can be loving and give you a relatively normal life. It all depends how you treat him.

“I love you so much. I’ll always be devoted to you, amore mio.”

[thecw-unicorn]

Holiday Dreams. Yandere! Giorno x reader

Also bigggg shoutout to the lovely @mrsgiovanna for helping a bit with this story!!!!

Giorno is aged up by the way!

TW: toxic, unhealthy relationship, nightmares, implications of abuse, depression implications

Every day was the same.

You’d awaken in your lavish prison, pick out an outfit from your designer filled wardrobe, and skulk around the manor for the day.

On the days you could find the energy to get out of bed.

Those days didn’t happen as much as they did when you first arrived. Those days also were filled with tears and fear. Although now, the tears remained, albeit happening occasionally and quietly. Nowadays, the sadness and fear is giving way to dull emptiness and despair.

You had been in Giorno’s home for several months. To be exact, 167 days. The late summer had turned to fall and now, to winter. The holiday season had arrived, which further upset you to have to spend it with your captor, the man who took and took until he was satisfied, the man who frightens you to your core instead of your friends and family.

Giorno had been an enigma from the day you met him. Even now, after spending as much time with him as you had, he was still difficult to understand and decipher. It didn’t help you were the complete opposite to him. One look and he instantly read your thoughts and feelings. It made you feel gross and unsafe, always having that deep never ending pit of anxiety resting firmly in your chest.

To his credit, he has kept his word. He’s never so much as raised his voice, let alone his hand to you. He always was kind and aware, keeping his distance and only initiated any form of affection when you were comfortable. He even gave you your own bedroom, albeit connected to his. He even got your things from your cheap apartment brought over, including your comfort items. All of your hobbies provided for—especially books. You had been an avid reader before but now the interest to partake has fizzled out.

Despite his best efforts to maintain some civility between you two, it didn’t stop you from getting on your knees, pleading, begging to be sent home and swearing up and down to never tell a soul. You could still sometimes see the discomfort in his eyes and voice when he dismissed you.

Which brings you to today. Day 168. Christmas. You had half a mind to stay in bed all day again, purely out of spite but today was different. You wanted to try to find some kind of solace today, even if it meant having to talk to him. Not for you, but for your loved ones. You had no idea if they were looking for you, but you liked to think they were. And even if they didn’t know where you are, wouldn’t they just want you to be happy?

You lazily make your way through your routine, your eyes noticeably red and puffy from last night. You make your way down the stairs, already regretting the decision to leave your room. Then, you see it.

Breakfast was nearly displayed on the grand table. You quickly recognize all of your favorites. Pancakes, waffles, fruit, eggs, bacon, and sausage. And there he is at the head of the table. His golden hair perfectly styled and outfit immaculately tailored to his body. His suit was a deep emerald green, complimenting and accented his eyes. There was swirls of a floral pattern in a silver thread. He turns to look at you, his eyes immediately light up by your mere appearance.

“There you are,” he says in his soft and warm voice. “I’ve been waiting for you. Buon natale.” He walks towards you, extending his arms out for a hug. You stand there, frozen in your tracks, not knowing what to do or think. His arms close snugly around your waist, and you catch a whiff of his elegant cologne. You figure it best to let him do what he wants. Things often were easier that way, as much as you hated to admit. Let him hug you, kiss you. Anything else you would probably panic, although luckily, he hasn’t attempted. He backs away after a moment, smiling softly at you, taking the moment to smooth your hair behind your ears.

“Did you sleep well?” He asks. You shrug your shoulders. The truth is, sleeping has been difficult for you, especially since your “arrival”. At first, you had nightmares, all regarding Giorno and what he could do to you, knowing nobody could stop him. While those were few and far between, your dreams as of late had been…strange. You had been doing your best to hide your sleep troubles from Giorno. Soon, you thought, he’ll know. He’ll see the dark circles and other signs. He always knows. Mostly fragments of a scene, and yet they were so distantly vivid it was as if it was real life. Another interesting aspect was that many of the “scenes” you had seen in your dreams often happened the next day or so. You had considered it to be simply deja vu at first, but the more and more it persisted. You quickly shook yourself free of the reflection.

Placed neatly in front of the large windows in the living room, setting the stage against the foggy Christmas morning of Southern Italy. It was a large and tall thing, flocked on every branch, with beautiful green, white, gold, rose gold, and purple ornaments delicately hanging on, with colorful lights carefully hung all around the tree. The final touch was the star on the very top, golden with stained glass. It was beautiful, even you could admit. Giorno always had wonderful taste.

Then, the presents. Dozens of them it seemed, all wrapped or bagged and placed all around the tree. Surely, they couldn’t ALL be for you. Some for the the staff, perhaps? Or for him? Maybe some were for decoration…Giorno catches you staring.

“Would you like to open some?” He asks. In truth, you wanted this to be over as soon as possible, despite loving the holidays. Celebrating with him seemed wrong. That it was cruel to be happy, or at least pretend to, with him. Besides, you didn’t think you could stomach the breakfast right now in his presence.

“Okay.” You say quietly. He leads you over, and motions to a plush seat. “Ah. I almost forgot.” He says suddenly. He pulls out a pen from his pocket, and right before your eyes it turns into a beautiful pink ranunculus flower. He gently places it behind you ear, adjusting your hair to keep the flower in place. His proximity to you makes your heart race. You blush, still not used to these intimate displays of affection. Giorno has used his ability in front of you plenty of times, and even then, it still amazes you. You could almost feel his smugness at never failing to make you blush. This time, however, something was different.

You noticed a hazy golden glow around him. Had it always been there? You couldn’t say for sure. Yet now, it’s more obvious to you. While still somewhat blurry, you could see it. That golden glow radiating from around him.

Giorno catches you staring. You quickly take your eyes back to the Christmas tree. Giorno’s mind was racing. Were you staring at his stand? Have you always seen it? Or are you just now seeing it? Are you a stand user? If so, what’s your ability? He couldn’t stop the overwhelming questions bouncing around his brain. He could feel unease creeping into his chest, spreading throughout his body.

Desperate to change the situation, he directs your attention back to the presents. “Why don’t you pick one out and get started?” He encourages. “They’re all mine?” You said, stunned. He smiles and nods. You hesitantly begin to pick out a gift while Giorno sits and watches. He should be happy, and excited the mere prospect of you opening your gifts from him. He’s always given you gifts ever since you came to his home, but it was different today. He knew how much you deeply loved and appreciated the holiday season.

While it should be a happy and joyous occasion, Giorno couldn’t shake that steady, unrelenting feeling of unease. He always kept a close eye on you, mainly to ensure your safety, but now he would have to watch closely for any…anomalies that may present themselves when regarding your theorized abilities. As he watched you open your presents, (with the occasional offer to put on any jewelry you had gotten), he thought about you. You were everything he could hope for. Beautiful, kind, his ray of sunshine lighting up his dark days of dealing with some of the most corrupt individuals that Italy had to offer. While quiet, and shy, it couldn’t be mistaken for being passive. You were also curious and had your own version of fearless when it came to seeking your interests. He loved it about you. He loved the days before listening to you talk and talk about your hobbies and interests. God, he loved listening to you talk. Now, you barely speak until spoken too. In the very early days of bringing you home, you cowered at his every move. He couldn’t blame you, taken from the life you knew but the most powerful man in Italy. Of course you were afraid, although it didn’t stop his heartbreak and the longing to comfort you when he found you crying or staring at him with petrified, doe eyes.

You had your own version of strength. A different sort. Not the kind that relied on brute physical force or a keen, intellectual mind. It’s not unlikely or impossible to think that you could have a stand, unique to your own personality. But the possibility brings a whole new set of troubles for Giorno. How strong would it be? If you could figure out how to control it, would you use it on him? Would you try to escape? To leave him behind in search of a new life far, far, away? He couldn’t process it. It was just too much.

You absentmindedly opened Giorno’s presents, one after another. More games for the consoles he had gotten you (making sure they were offline of course), a jewelry music box, more books to add to your ever growing to be read pile, clothes, shoes, jewelry, hair and skincare products, makeup, and much more. You didn’t think you had gotten this many presents in your whole life until now.

You had finally, somehow made your way to the last and final present. Jewelry you were guessing by the size and shape of the small box. You take the top off and notice it. A sterling silver chain, with a small flower charm on it. A rose, made of beautiful stained glass with 2 small opal stones on both sides of the charm. Beautiful, no question, but something was off about it. You had seen it before. Not in the sense that you had seen and Giorno had noted the object and bought it before, but you had seen it elsewhere.

In your dreams.

The realization makes you uneasy, and you could barely breathe, your heartbeat ringing in your ears.

“Do you like it?” You barely make out Giorno asking. “Is it to your tastes? Would you like me to put it on?” You couldn’t focus properly. You had seen it before, you knew you had in your dreams. How did Giorno know about it? He’s been in your dreams before, but this was different. Such a seemingly small detail, yet it was so clear you remember. And it went from your imagination to now being in your hands.

“No.” You mutter a reply.

Giorno noticed your change. He still couldn’t stomach the idea of you being a stand user. He was unable to pinpoint the exact reason for your behavior switch. The necklace was beautiful, and reminded him so much of you.

Whether or not you were a stand user, he would get to the bottom of it. The idea of you keeping something from him was bothersome, to say the least.

He would figure it out sooner or later.

[mrsgiovanna]

Imagine Darling is pregnant. Both she and Giorno are certain that the bambino isn't his. So when the baby is born and they see the baby they all go into shock. Just imagine Darling being so excited to have her lover's baby then after 9 months of waiting the baby comes out looking like a tiny Giorno. Not baby Giogio but like a little Giogio.

Ooof nonnie, lolol okay I'm going to try and match the mood here because like everyone knows how much I need to have this man's children 🏃🏽‍♀️🧎🏽‍♀️🤰🏽also, was slightly confused about little giogio vs baby giogio, and im not as good at imagining infidelity so please forgive me if this wasn't what you imagined and for it being so short.

Tw: yandere behaviour, implied minor character death, fem reader, pregnancy

39 weeks... that was the reprieve you'd been granted against the smothering attention usually lavished on you by Giorno. Under any other circumstances, he would have been overjoyed... he'd finally have an heir, someone who would learn all he had to teach... however, as quickly as his joy had enveloped him, so did the levity of the situation at hand. You simply weren't as upset as he thought you might be at the prospect of carrying his child... he wasn't a fool, so he followed his instincts and poured over the security footage of the villa for the preceeding few weeks and caught sight of your infidelity... clear as day, limbs entangled and euphoria etched into your expressions, right outside his door. Surely you meant for him to catch you, or perhaps this was his karma for snatching you away from your life and placing you under his care... no matter, the damage had already been done.

From that moment onward, Giorno's demeanor had changed when it came to you, he didn't argue against your protests to spend time with him and his instructions had solely regarded the baby and their wellbeing. At first you welcomed the reprieve from his overbearing nature but when it persisted you knew something was wrong. It didn't help your cause when your lover had disappeared without so much as a goodbye. You hadn't found the opportunity to tell him that you were carrying his child, and worried that he had assumed the worst and decided to leave of his own accord. You were stuck in a precarious position... ask about your lover and rouse Giorno’s suspicions or suffer quietly in your ignorance.

Weeks had turned into months and your bump continued to grow. You had all but given up on your paramour, but you took comfort in the knowledge that you will forever have a symbol of the single thread of actual affection, in your child. Giorno had grown even more distant, your swelling midsection a continuous reminder of your betrayal, however, he couldn't bring himself to put you out or allow any harm to come to the child, the various horrors of his past would never see him become like any of those wretched people.

9 months of pregnancy cravings, stretch marks and swollen feet would culminate in one moment. Your labour was long and arduous, and for the duration you and Giorno had put your differences aside as you tried to bring him or her into the world. Many hours later when you were sure you couldn't possibly take any more pain, the baby had made their debut, just as the hour turned... April sixteenth, it was his birthday... what a gift he'd receive or so you thought... the nurses had smiled at the little blonde cherub with his shrill little cry, something dropped within you when you saw his precious little curls springing into place as they had wiped down his hair. To say that you were exhausted was an understatement, but that exhaustion was replaced by shock when they had placed your little one in your arms... piercing green eyes, golden ringlets...

"He's mine..." his voice was too calm, too soft while yours had vanished entirely. Tears formed in your eyes, your hands moving towards the border of the blanket, the little star birthmark on his shoulder had sealed your fate.

"Giorno, I..." you searched his eyes, but they were trained on the miniature version of himself nestled in your arms. Once he had overcome the shock, the gravity of the situation had dawned on him, he had finally had his heir, fate had smiled upon him once more...

[abbacchiosbelt]

Aghhhh almost missed it. Can I request Giorno from Jojo for ijqy? Tysm!

Ideals: What kind of future do they have in mind for/with their darling?

Giorno is a meticulous planner - he’s always several steps ahead of everyone around him. This fact does not change when his darling is involved. Giorno has a meticulous plan in mind the moment his darling comes to be under his thumb. Human nature tells him that his plans won’t always work down to the minute details he’s created, but he pushes his thoughts about his darling’s future on them regardless.

Giorno yearns for something traditional and stable. He never had it growing up and craves that normalcy he missed out on. Though his role as the Don of Passione keeps him busy the majority of the time, he dreams of having the ability to come home and put on the role of doting husband. To that end, though, he expects his darling to be just as devoted to him. Giorno will mold his darling into the perfect house spouse, even if they protest. He wants them as far away from Passione as possible - it’s far, far too dangerous for them. And he thinks, too, that he deserves something special for himself. That something special being another human being held under lock & key is not something he spends time dwelling on the morality of.

Of course, being Giorno’s darling comes with perks - he does want them to be a stay at home spouse, but they won’t have to lift a finger. There will be a heavily vetted and selected staff to attend to his darling’s whims when he’s not there - and it’s likely that Giorno will go as far as to have one of his most trusted personal guards stationed there to keep an eye on things. 

Giorno doesn’t see how his darling could be anything but grateful for the life he provides them. All he asks is that they obey him… and is that really so hard?

[ Continued under the cut. . .]

Jealousy: Do they get jealous? Do they lash out or find a way to cope?

Yes. Nothing has ever stopped Giorno from getting what he wants, and his darling is no exception. He’s possessive of them - he wants to keep them pristine and free from the horrors of the world. Giorno is logical, though, and knows that his jealous streak is irrational. Still, it’s hard to tamp down the anger that flares up when he sees his darling interact with someone else, even if it is one of his trusted confidants. He wants his darling’s smile to be only for him. Giorno gives so much of himself in his role as the Don - it’s only natural that he wants something solely for himself.

Giorno, however, is self-aware enough not to place his feelings on his darling. There are other things he may unfairly punish them for, but his own feelings aren’t one of them. He copes by using his position to get away with anything he thinks will tamp down his jealousy. Killing isn’t out of the question. Of course, he’d never kill his trusted friends, but he may send them on far-away missions. Those closest to him, like Fugo and Shelia E., are well aware of Giorno’s raging jealousy issues and are careful to behave accordingly around his darling.

Quit: If their darling dies, leaves, or successfully escapes, would they ever be able to move on?

If they die… Yes. Giorno is more than used to loss and considers it a regular part of his life. When you’re in Passione, you live every die as if you might die - even when you’re the Boss. He’d be likely to bottle up his emotions, only letting his tears fall in private at nighttime when he holds his darling’s clothing to his face, their lingering scent making his heart yearn. He will never be able to replace them, but he won’t let his duties falter. 

If they leave or escape? No, absolutely not. No one defies him and gets away with it. Giorno is careful and calculating - it may be days, months, or years before he makes a move. The anger that Giorno expresses is cool and collected. He wants his darling to think they got away with it. The shock and fear they’ll feel when he finally reveals he’s known where they are the whole time is something Giorno looks forward to immensely. 

His darling would do well to remember how Giorno became the Don of Passione. Giorno’s ruthlessness is one of his defining features, and his darling is going to witness firsthand if they ever betray him.

He won’t kill them, though. Giorno still loves them, but he knows he has to punish his darling for their own good.

They’ll never want to run away again.

Yearn: How long do they pine after their darling before they snap?

Quite a long time… Giorno, despite everything, still has some gentlemanly qualities. He’s even a bit shy due to the fact that he has little experience with romantic relationships. He’s aware he could just… take his darling any time, but he wants to try and do things the ‘right’ way first. For all his power and strength, it takes him a long time to approach them with romantic intent. Giorno strikes up a friendship first, keeping his identity a secret. (Unless, of course, they work for Passione somehow… If that’s the case, he’ll hire them to be his personal assistant while in reality giving them menial duties so he can chat with them frequently.) Despite his lack of experience, he does know how to be charming. Creating a flower with Gold Experience and tucking it into his darling’s hair is his signature move, and even he knows that it’s a good move to fluster someone.

Eventually, though, he grows impatient with himself and reveals his feelings to his darling. How they respond influences everything else: how fast he advances the romantic relationship, how soon he kidnaps them, how soon he asks them to move in, how soon he starts to show his yandere tendencies… There are many possibilities.

[bygiornogiovanna]

You laughed as you and your friends stepped out from highschool's gate. You just finished all of the exams from this year and passed them too, so each one of you was happy.

"What's with that face? Come on, let's go get ice cream! We all got over 90% on our math tests! There's no reason to be sad!" your boyfriend, Fugo, said while punching you playfully in the shoulder.

"Yeah, I know, but something feels off...Something bad will happen and I don't like the fact that I don't know what." you replied, munching on your lower lip. You honestly didn't know what could go wrong.

Everything went really good ever since you got away from him. You restarted your studying, reunited with your friends, and even your love-life was good. Fugo was treating you right and you really couldn't ask for someone better.

"Hey, it's fine. If that's what you're thinking, he won't come back. You're safe now" Fugo whispered in your ear. He was the only one who knew about Giorno and the fact that he kidnapped you.

"Hey guys, come on, we are going to get ice cream!" Narnacia yelled, running with the rest of your group. "We'll stay here for a while, Y/ N's feet hurt, but get us two chocolate ones!" your boyfriend yelled after them and Narancia nodded.

As you two were approaching a bench, you noticed his arms tightening around you a little. You thought it was just his way of comforting you, but as soon as you saw a well known blonde hair, you froze. Giorno was casually leaning against a motorcycle, a lolipop stick resting between his lips.

"He's here. Fugo. Fugo! He's here." you whispered panicked, shaking your lover, trying to stop him from getting closer. "Oi, Giorno! I brought them here, just as you requested." Fugo yelled, basically pushing you to him, as your legs refused to move;

The other blonde turned around swiftly, a sadistically sweet smile covering his face now as he catched you right before you fell. "Finally! Thank you, Fugo. I was starting to wonder if you and the guys betrayed me." Giorno said, his grip on you now so tight you couldn't move. You were just a shaking mess, confused by everything, but most of all scared. Request? Giorno knows your friends? Betrayal? Order? Why were you in your kidnapper's arms again?

"That's not the case. Oh and, I'm sorry Y/N, I really loved you, but orders are orders." This sounded way colder than it was meant to be.

Your head was spinning. What was happening? How did they know each other. "Fugo, please tell me this is a joke. Please tell me this is not him, this is only my imagination, please..." you cried out, not realising when tears started rolling down your face.

Fugo's heart clenched seeing you so desperate, but he really had no choice. Giorno had him under his feet, as well as the other boys. And, when it came to you...They weren't empty threats. The Don was a man of word and they all knew it. Pannacotta was in love with you, but he loved his life more then risk it for someone he met a few months ago.

"You are dismissed, Fugo. Thank you for your help." Giorno said coldly as if you weren't struggling and crying for Fugo in his arms. The aforementioned nodded and shamefully left you in the arms of your worst nightmare. Screaming and crying out for help wouldn't work. Everybody feared him. "Please be a bad dream..." you sobbed quietly as you felt him shush you.

"This isn't a dream, amore mio. Oh God, it took them so long, but you have no idea how happy I am that you're finally mine again."

A/N: all of my posts are flopping :(

[illussy]

forgive me if you are done with requests but how about soft yan giorno taking darling’s virginity. just tender lovemaking aaagghhh

omg i'm sorry i took so long, i went on a trip that had me so busy for days and aaaa!!!! but here i am jfdfgkj this is the first time i write for Giorno so pls excuse me if it's ooc:( I really hope you like it either way🥺💕 (if youre not comfortable with this request, you can always feel free to ask again!!!)

Warnings: aged up character, afab reader, yandere behaviors, loss of virginity, sliiight breeding kink?? and i think that's all♡

Giorno Giovanna always loves hearing about you and anything you have to say.

He could be listening to hours on end without making any comment himself, just let you talk about the things you love, the things you hate, personal experiences, how you preferred your coffee, your favorite nail polish, and such others that could be boring to some people, but absolutely not for him. He believes people who interrupt your own discourse to talk about themselves are fucking disrespectful and selfish, why can't they wait until you are finished talking? He would never understand that. And he knows you probably had to suffer that a lot. Should he ever see someone doing that in front of him, consequences will be damned. Without making it noticeable to you, blonde be staring deathly at them, making it clear they've fucked up and will make sure they pay back for it. If it's someone you don't know, he won't do much since you'll probably never see them again, but if it is someone you do know, he's getting really mad, how come you could have someone like that as a "friend" in your life? With skilled words, he's already convincing you to be cautious of that said person, explaining with ease why you should not be seeing them anymore.

Should you listen to him or not is up to you, don't act surprised when they don't show up anymore though. At least now you won't have that problem again and you also have him instead of those fake friends, so you can always feel open to blether as much as you wish for.

There's very few things about you that could leave him silent. Giorno is someone who doesn't get surprised easily, no matter the situation he always has something to say to reassure you or make you feel better whatsoever.

And when you shyly decided to tell him that you were still a virgin, it was surely a surprise, not one to leave him with no words, but one that excited him. He did not show that to you of course, he was very poised as he heard you, keeping a neutral expression with a soft, comforting smile, elegance and grace carrying his features, slightly nodding at your words. 

But on the inside, the thought of being the first one to take your innocence away was very dearing. He was lowkey hoping you were a virgin, no one could ever make you feel as good as he can and will make sure you'd never have to worry about your own pleasure.

And so, he wanted to make your first time a very special night, with your favorite scented incense, a slow jazz music if you preferred or just a romantic novel on the TV, a very dim light to entice your features, window slightly open to let the fresh breeze inside, he also got ready with some fruit, water, and a few blankets in case you get cold. Starting with a slow foreplay, eyes roaming all over your naked body sheepishly sprawled on the bed, hands sweetly grazing your thighs, massaging and pinching on the chub, passing by your most needing zone to the stomach, holding on your waist and resisting the urge to give into yet. Eyes locked firmly on yours, cheeks flushed with embarrassment you were struggling to keep an eye contact. A fondly smile found its way into his face, admiring how cute you looked like this.

Leaning in to kiss you sweetly for like the tenth time in the night, the Don limited himself to teasing, slight touches, and little kisses all over your body, not enough to satisfy that lust growing in your throbbing center.

A final look into your eyes to find the encouragement needed for his next action, he went back down to your thighs with languid kisses, enjoying the slight tremble of your warm skin in contact with wet lips. Your flushed cunt begging for the minimal attention, already dripping with arousal, and as his tongue made swift knowing moves on your engorged clit your walls were clenching tightly around nothing, man was completely enjoying in the flavor and scent it provided, eyes closed listening to the sweet moans and whimpers coming from your mouth at his expert tonguing. Squelching sounds could be heard all over the bedroom signaling you were getting closer. Giorno tentatively inserted a finger in, unsure if it would hurt, but when feeling your walls contracting tightly around it and seeing no negative reaction in your body expression, he decided to continue with yet another one, your eager pussy sucking them in quickly. Rapid thrusts with dexterous fingers and nimble sucking on swollen clit, was all you needed to reach a heavy - full orgasm, shoving your hips into his chin as you abruptly started squirting fluids on his face. Shaking and holding onto the pillows above your head, the Don kept on until he felt you getting overstimulated, making sure to drink every last drop before pulling back.

Taking in your disheveled form on the bed, he waited until you opened your eyes to continue. You giggled heartedly as you nodded your head and opened more your legs to let him get in between them, the head of his cock skimming your sensitive clit making you tremble. Giorno smiled at you and caressed your cheeks before kissing you sweetly.

Moving in slowly, chest touching and hands intertwined together, your breath hitched as a swift feeling of pain surrounded your lower body. Wet kisses on the most sensitive part of your neck along a thumb doing circular motions on your clit for a few minutes were enough to relieve from the sharp stinging, giving place to a rich pleasure in copious amounts almost instantly. As he started moving leisurely again, you began to relax more your body, trusting your boyfriend to make you feel good like he promised. Smiling up at him and biting your lip to muffle any sounds, at this view he couldn't help but to fight the urge of cumming right there. It wasn't even probably your intention but god, you looked so hot like this.

Breathing in quickly, he pushed his hips into yours, resting his elbows on the bed to surround your head with his arms and bury his lips in your own. You wrapped your legs around his waist, not capable of holding back your moans anymore, them only being deadened by the noisy kiss. As it continued sharing looks, kisses and touches, you felt yourself getting closer once again. Sounds coming from your mouth only  getting louder each time, the slick gathering inside you making lewd noises after every deep thrust, nails scratching on his back, holding onto him for dear life as his movements become faster and rigged, finally giving himself the long awaited orgasm from all the build up of pleasuring you, just as you felt your own releasing a few seconds later.

It wasn't as powerful and fervid as the first one, but having something bigger as a stimulant than fingers, felt extremely different and erotic. Groaning right besides your ear, you felt as a warm fluid covered your insides, the sensation not exactly enjoyable yet, but comfortable nonetheless.

As Giorno pulled away to look into your blowsy appearance, you were slowly opening your eyes, panting heavily and still holding onto him. With a sweet smile and a loving kiss, blonde makes sure to clean you up and have a warm bath together after, enjoying the rest of the night cuddling with you.

And if you ever felt the need to have a round two, you are more than welcome to ask for it, as Giorno will happily deliver.

[dilfartist]

Date night

TW: cryptic pregnancy, murder, yandere tendencies, yandere, abuse, manhandling, dark themes.

Paring: Yandere Risotto x reader

"What did you name her?"

A baritone voice reverberated throughout the hushed hospital room. A knot forms in your abdomen. Your eyes travel from your sleeping daughter to the entrance of your hospital room. Leaning against the door frame is your former boyfriend. Risotto Nero. Your once soft smile twisted into a scowl. Instinctively, you hold your daughter close. Even the thought of her being near such a nasty man, made you feel sick. "What are you doing here, Risotto?" you asked in a quiet hostile tone. If it weren't for the sleeping child in your arms, you'd be screaming at the man in front of you. Risotto's rare, soft, smile falters. Lifting himself off the frame, he crosses his arms. "I'm here to support our family. Is that a problem with you?"

You scoff in disbelief. Risotto dares to say he'd be a part of your child's life with the occupation he has. How could he neglect your feelings as well? The image of that night is still fresh in your mind; The echoing pleas from the man he assassinated in cold blood, the sound of his neck being sliced open, the crimson blood coating your apartment walls. The scene replays in your mind every day, especially when Risotto noticed your presence. The callous expression etched on his handsome face, still gives you goosebumps.

"Yes, Risotto, it is a problem with me." you raised your voice. The child in your arms squirmed for a minute, reminding you she was in your arms. You rocked her back and forth; to comfort the both of you. The truth was, you planned on leaving for another country, to leave Risotto. Unfortunately, you had a cryptic pregnancy and your water broke before you could board your flight. "If I knew I was pregnant, I'd make sure to leave before you knew of her existence. After all, her father is a murderer," you spoke bitterly. Risotto glared, "You and I both know you weren't supposed to witness the event that happened that night. If it weren't for me, that man would have killed you." "oh, and who was the reason for him targeting me?" you replied snarkily. Risotto merely sighed at the comment, "It seems you need time to yourself. Once you're ready, we'll become a family."

That was the last you had heard from him in four long months.

It felt like luck was on your side ever since then. You found yourself a job that paid a good amount to support you and your child - Though you couldn't comprehend the purpose they paid you more than they paid your colleagues. You managed to rent an apartment, a beautiful one at that. Now that you were back on your feet, you felt alone. Empty even. You wanted a partner. You expressed your loneliness to one of your work companions. They were quick with a solution. They'd set you up with their cousin. From the pictures provided, he was extremely attractive, and many stories depicted him as a Saint. However, You reluctantly declined the offer, telling them you couldn't leave your daughter. You didn't feel safe leaving her with someone else. Your coworker told you they'd be up for the job. They wanted you to have fun. You thought about the offer for a while, unsure of the answer you'd give. After a couple of days, you realized you had been overworking yourself. You needed a break. So, you called your friend. They agreed to watch your daughter; the good thing is they didn't even want money.

That week, on Friday, you entered a known fancy restaurant. The restaurant the date was scheduled to be. The restaurant reminded you of times you and Risotto went out to dinner together. The air smelt fresh, and the dim crystal chandler's lighting created both a beautiful sight and the marble floors gleamed. "Excuse me." a voice called from the side. You glanced over. A man wearing an expensive suit waved your way, "you're y/n, right?" You nod. You sit in front of the man and greet him. You and the man start a conversation, talking about your jobs, recent events, favorite things, etc. During the conversation, you couldn't help but focus on the man's features. The man had long, Luscious, curly dark hair. Green emerald eyes. And pale smooth skin. "Sorry, I forgot to introduce myself. My name is Agapeto." you introduced yourself as well. As the date continued, you felt a pair of eyes watching you. Where were they? You couldn't figure out where they were.

"Sorry to interrupt. What can I get for you? A blonde, tall, male server asks, holding a notepad and pencil. You order your favorite meal and Agapeto orders Spaghetti Alla Carbonara. While the sever writes down the orders, you can feel his judging eyes observing you. "I'll be back." he instantly leaves.

Prosciutto walks into the restaurant's kitchen. "Hey, Big brother, how'd it go?" Pesci greets Prosciutto while straining noodles. "What are you doing?" Prosciutto asks, already catching an attitude with Pesci. Pesci flinches slightly, "well, since we killed the chefs back here, I thought It would be smart to make the food. Y'know, So, there's no suspicion from the customers." Prosciutto rolled his eyes. " Where is Risotto?" "He's watching that girl and guy from a different table."

Prosciutto left the kitchen, searching for Risotto. Risotto sat in the back of the restaurant. His spot wasn't too noticeable and he could see a perfect view of you and your date. Prosciutto walks over to the larger man, "Here." Prosciutto slides the notepad to Risotto. On the notepad was written, "For certain, it's a date. Nothing to do with work." in red pen.

Risotto scowled, "I see." Risotto had hoped you would just be discussing business with the man. After all, you were on a break. You weren't split up. Standing up, he folded the paper, placing it in his pocket. "I'll be at the hideout. After their date, bring them both to me. Be gentle with the woman." Risotto left from the back, to ensure you didn't catch a glimpse of him.

Thirty minutes into the date you and Agapeto were giggling, telling jokes, and having a great time in general. Agapeto was almost finished with his meal, and so were you. Agapeto sipped the rest of his wine before speaking; he pulled the glass away from his lips, "I hope this date was to your liking. I tried hard." You felt flattered by how much effort he made to please you, "I've actually enjoyed this date. If you like we could go out again." The man blushed at the thought, "Yeah. I'd love to take you out again." After paying for the food, Agapeto walked you to your car. It had to be eight or nine o'clock since it was almost pitch black outside. You and Agapeto arrived at the car shortly. "Thank you for tonight. I needed some fun." you thanked Agapeto. Agapeto chuckled, "of course. I've also been searching for some fun." 

You climb inside and situated yourself, placing your purse to the side. For a while, you sat inside the car relaxing. You were extremely exhausted from today's events. When you got home, you'd have a relaxing bath ready with: bath salt, scented candles, music, and wine. You sighed dreamily, already feeling the warm tub water toasting your skin. You started the car with a whir, bringing the car to life. Something urged you to glance at the rearview mirror before you left. Listening to your gut you glanced at the rearview mirror. To your horror, a pair of eyes stared back at you. You open your mouth to scream, but the person in the back quickly covered your mouth and nose with a wet cloth. You fought with the person, clawing at their hands, even as your vision faded to black. You fought until you couldn't.

When you awoke, you found yourself laying on a leather couch. You, drowsily, lifted yourself to examine the setting around you. The room was dingy; the only sound audible was the annoying sound of the air conditioning. A computer was set in the corner next to a shelf of books. You had no idea where you were.

"I'd never expect you to be a disloyal person, Y/n." Risotto seethed from behind you, startling you. You turned to face Risotto, "What the hell Risotto! Where am I?! What are you talking about?! Where is my daughter?!" You fumed. Suddenly, Risotto hoisted you off the couch by your hair. You shrieked as he tugged on your hair. "Did I tell you to talk?!" Gripping your hair, he slammed your body to the floor. You immediately wailed in pain. Risotto positioned his shoe against your throat, deliberately, yet quickly, applying more pressure, making it difficult to breathe. "We haven't been together for four months and you're already opening your legs for another man?!" You sobbed harder than before. "I'm sorry, Risotto. P-Please! I can't breathe!" you wheeze a plead. You blabbered many apologies, crying hysterically. 

Risotto raised his shoe off of your neck. "Tell me. And maybe I'll spare you from punishment." You took a minute to inhale the air that left your body. "I'm sorry, Risotto! I shouldn't have! I shouldn't have raised my voice at you or gone on the date! Just, please, Risotto, don't hurt me!" you collapsed to the floor, sobbing. Risotto knelt to your side, his calloused fingers gently grabbing your chin to look up at him. "stop crying so much. it hurts me to see you sad, don't you know?" Risotto let you lay in his lap. He whispered sweet nothings into your ear until your crying died down. Risotto played with a strand of your hair, "I don't like punishing you, y/n. Truly. But you forced my hand." he placed a soft kiss on your forehead. You sniffled, hugging him.

Picking your shaky body up, bridal style, Risotto placed you on the couch. “Stay here,” he commanded, leaving the room. When Risotto came back, in his arms was your child. “You won't leave me for another man, Y/n. I'll make sure of it.” Risotto sat next to you, handing you the child in his arms. “It would be a shame to kill our child over her mother's stupidity, wouldn't it?” Little did you know, it was just a threat. Risotto would never hurt his daughter. But he knew you would listen if it meant keeping your daughter safe. You whimpered, realizing you’d never be free.

[depravitymoon]

Does the Yandere la squadra have room preferences for the darling post kidnapping?

This is the oldest ask sitting in my inbox and today’s the day I answer it. Right now, I’m gonna be honest. Part of the reason this sat in my inbox for so long is because I was trying to figure out the question. Hence, I’m going to try to guess what it’s asking. 

The questions I’m gonna be asking myself:

What are the general house rules post-kidnapping?

Would your yandere even give you a room?

Would your yandere change their own room for you?

And just to make this simple: This is an Everyone Lives AU where Giorno is Don and actually increased La Squadra's pay by 1000%. La Squadra are roommates in a big ass villa, so it feels like live in through own private apartment complex... but richer. lol

(Some of the pictures of rooms come from here.)

(Warning: Other than yandere, kidnapping, and implied forced labor, Melone also wants kids with you.))

RIsotto Nero

Risotto’s rules:

Don’t get sassy with him.

Do what he says.

Do not attempt to run away from him.

If he is not there, then have Pesci or Prosciutto guide you.

Would your yandere even give you a room? NO.

Risotto isn’t as fucked up as some of his teammates, but he likes having control of you. Also, it’s easier to intimidate you when he’s always so close to you (and is a giant). Having your own room might make you feel too comfortable disobeying him and he refuses to let you think that’s an option.

Would your yandere change their own room for you? Yes. You behave and he’s willing to even make the room look like Enid and Wednesday’s. 

Prosciutto

Prosciutto’s rules:

Be a good housewife.

Cook the meals.

Clean the ‘house’.

Run errands with Pesci.

Don’t sass him.

Greet him when he gets home.

Would your yandere even give you a room?  HAHAHAHAHA, NO. You’re funny.  You two are married and married couples sleep together.  Also, you’re in charge of cleaning, do you really want your own room to clean in addition of his room and Pesci’s.

Would your yandere change their own room for you? He will negotiate with you. Have you been a good wife? Have you been completing the chores? What are you willing to give in return to drastically change his room for you? 

Sidenote 01: Prosciutto gets the biggest room because Risotto didn't care to get the Master bedroom. 

Sidenote 02: Proscuitto just wants you taking care of his portion of the villa. If you're being annoying, he'll force you to clean of Pesci's portion (but Pesci's nice enough to help you with your cleaning).

Pesci

Pesci’s rules:

Be polite to Risotto.

Listen to what big brother says.

If big bro gets handsy on you, look for Pesci.

Avoid the others except Ghiaccio.

Stay away from Ghiaccio when he’s mad. Don’t walk, RUN.

Would your yandere even give you a room? Pesci would never force you to stay in his room unless he actually thought you were in danger. At worse, he'd manipulate you into staying with him. If La Squadra has room (no pun intended) you can have your own room.

Would he change his room for you? Absolutely! He just wants you comfortable! Hell, you can have half of his room AND your own room. 

Melone

Melone’s Rules:

Be a good parent to his future offspring.

Don’t ask for anything unless you’re willing to do some Not Safe For Work activities for it.

At least pretend you're happy to see Melone once in awhile, especially around bambino!

Would your yandere even give you a room? Honestly, yes. He did kidnap you to force you to have his future children. The least he can do is accommodate you.

He'll only let you roam the villa if he believes you'll behave. The moment you try leaving is the moment you're literally chained to his bedroom and has to have Pesci follow you around when Melone can't.  Yes, he knows you're mad that he plans to baby trap you. At least you'll be a rich mom, not a pauper with 'freedom'.

Would he change his room for you?  No. If anything, he’d probably make your room also your future baby’s room too, which would force you to come to his room for some peace and quiet.

Ghiaccio

((Author's Note: Let's pretend that the floor is an all white carpet. Apparently, most people know better than to have white carpet.))

Ghiaccio’s Rule:

DO NOT stain his room.

DO NOT yell at him.

DO NOT talk to the other members unless it’s an emergency.

DO NOT be alone with Melone.

DONT. STAIN. ANYTHING.

You may be asking "Why would you have a white room? Why not just let me go if you dont want a stained room-" SHUT UP AND DONT SASS HIM.

Would your yandere even give you a room?  Depending on if you two are own good terms, he might let you stay in the tinier room right next to his. Just behave. Your room has no bed, because he'll be forcing you to sleep in his bed with him. You're the most likely darling to be allowed to roam the villa, but you can't go outside. 

Would he change his room for you?  No, which is why you get your own room if you behave. 

Illuso

Illuso's rules:

Do as he says.

Do as he says.

Do as he says.

Do as he says.

Oh, he keeps you in the mirror world with food all day when he's not with you. Rights? lol Silly darling, you have no rights.

Everything you have is solely due to his desires. While Risotto's darling spends 90% of the time in his room, Illuso's darling spends 99.99% of the time in Illuso's room and the mirror world.

Formaggio

Doesn’t need rules because he can just shrink you down when he wants.

I imagine the only thing that stands out about Formaggio's room is that it's filled with a dollhouse, dolls, pet cages, and a hamster ball. Why all of that? So he can entertain himself messing with you. 

There is more than enough room for you to be in Formaggio's room. And he doesn't want to break you like Illuso would. Formaggio just likes bullying you, but he does want you functioning like a human being. Having a person he can actually converse with is better han some doll that obeys him, gross. 

Obviously, you wont get your own room, but he will customize your dollhouse room if you behave! Oh and he does like you room the mansion. Keep in mind if you ever try to flee, that privilege is revoked forever.

[thornybubbles]

JJBA Yandere Scenario: Escape (Jotaro, Giorno, Johnny)

Scenario: Yanderes come home to find that the Reader has escaped. 

Reader Beware: Yandere stuff, horror themes, abusive behavior, and very uncomfortable situations ahead. Remember that you alone are responsible for what you choose to read. 

Jotaro (part 4): Jotaro knows you’re gone from the moment he opens the door. The house has a strange, empty vibe. It’s a feeling he became familiar with every time he came home after his first wife left him, taking his only child with her. As much of an introvert as Jotaro is, he actually despises living alone. You were supposed to fill that void, dammit. He gives the house only a cursory look over before confirming that you are indeed gone. It looks like you didn’t even bother to pack anything. You were so desperate to get away from him that you just left with nothing but the clothes on your back. He sighs heavily and steps outside. He summons Star Platinum and gives the Stand the mental order to use his enhanced vision to search for signs of what direction you may have run in. 

Star finds numerous clues: a few footprints, broken branches on some bushes, disturbed tree roots that you most likely tripped over in your haste to escape, and so on. In moments, Jotaro already knows where you’re heading. 

“Good grief.” He mutters, shaking his head. 

You had no plan at all. You were just running in a random direction and hoping that you would eventually come across civilization. 

You stupid bitch. 

You had no had no idea that you were just running deeper into the wilderness. Eventually you would come across the lake, realize that it was far too big to try to swim across and it would take forever to walk around it. You had no supplies and he knew you had no survival training to speak of. It would take almost a month before you reached anything that resembled civilization. That’s exactly why he chose to bring you to his property way out in the middle of nowhere. Aside from making it harder for enemy Stand users to find the two of you, there were also no nosey neighbors to butt into his business. He was the only other person you would ever see or ever need to see. He made sure of that. He brought you here because he knew that even if you managed to get out of the house, there wasn’t anywhere for you to go. You were stuck with him, like it or not. 

He finds you standing on the bank of the lake, sobbing into your hands. Maybe now you finally realize that you can NEVER get away from him. Maybe now you’ll stop this foolishness and accept that you belong to him and no one else. He stands behind you watching you have your little meltdown with zero sympathy. You brought this on yourself, so he feels no guilt at all. If anything he’s furious. You won’t see it though. If he actually shows you just how angry he is with you… it’s doubtful that you would survive it. 

Jotaro stands there silently watching you cry. After a while you wipe your tears, look up, and fall flat on your ass from the shock of seeing him standing there. 

“JOTARO!” You scream, your voice shrill and hitched with shock and terror. 

You know you’re in for it now. 

Jotaro doesn’t move. He just stands there giving you his trademark glare, looking at you like you were less than shit. After a moment, his lips curl into a slight snarl and he turns away from you in disgust. You shakily climb to your feet staring at his back as he moves away from you.

“You really are an idiot.” he growls. 

He glances back at you over his shoulder. 

“Let’s go.” he commands and walks away. 

You fall into line behind him, staring at the ground and not saying a word. 

Giorno (Don): Giorno’s men have already informed him the very moment you disappear. By the time he arrives the whole island is in an uproar. Security is rushing around frantically searching for any sign of you, Mista is doing his best to remain calm but failing, Trish is sitting on the sofa in the parlor looking extremely worried. It was her that discovered that you were missing. She had dropped by to pay you a visit and you didn’t greet her like you usually did. She and Mista tried to look for you but couldn’t find you. They thought you might have been with Polnareff but he said he hadn’t seen you all day. 

Giorno wasn’t worried. He knew you so very well. All of your little antics were becoming annoyingly predictable. You were either hiding like a pouting child in hopes to escape when you felt the time was right or you were already outside the villa and heading for the only place you could possibly go in order to find a means to get off of the island. Either way, there was only one place you would go. 

By the time you make it to the boathouse, you find Giorno already waiting for you. He starts berating you the moment you enter the building. 

“Tell me, what was your plan beyond this point?” he says, voice straining with held back anger. “Were you going to try to steal a boat that you have no idea how to pilot? What would you do if you ever made it to land? Where would you even go? My enemies would swarm you the moment your feet touched the shore!” 

You stutter and stammer, trying to offer up an excuse, any excuse, but Giorno isn’t hearing it. You’ve seen him angry before, but never this angry, and certainly not at you. You realize far too late that you’ve really crossed the line this time. 

“How many times do I have to tell you that you are here for your own protection?!” he all but bellows at you. “I’m growing very tired of your antics. Do you have any idea what you may have cost me today? I had to cancel a meeting with a very important client, all because you decided to forget yourself yet again!! I don’t know what it will take to smooth things over with them now! Your continued rebelliousness is going to drive me insane!” 

Tears pricked at your eyes and your throat burned. He never raised his voice at you before. You are terribly afraid of what he has planned for you. After a moment of fuming, Giorno manages to calm himself down, if only slightly. 

“I suppose I only have myself to blame. I’ve been too permissive and allowed you far too much freedom. That will change after today! You can count on it! In the meantime, Trish has come by for a visit. It’s bad enough that you nearly gave her a heart attack but to keep her waiting on top of that is unacceptable. So, stop acting like a child, go back to the villa, and tend to your guest! I need to make some phone calls. Hopefully I haven’t lost the client completely. When Trish leaves, you and I are going to have a very long talk.” 

You run back to the villa as if every demon in Hell was at your heels. When you meet with Trish you apologize for scaring her and keeping her waiting. You make up some excuse for your absence and she believes it. You don’t dare tell her the truth. She wouldn’t believe it. She’d believe whatever lie you told her over the truth that Giorno is a raving lunatic. This is because he has nearly everyone you know believing that you have some kind of “nervous disorder”. So you lie. You tell her that you just had a mild attack and just needed to hide for a bit until you calmed down. You tell her you’re okay now and she seems relieved. She begins the conversation, telling you about the things that she’s been up to lately. As you listen to her, you fold your hands neatly in your lap, trying to hide the fact that they’re still shaking. 

Johnny: Johnny rolls into the house shouting that he’s come back from town. When you don’t immediately respond, fear grips his fragile heart. That fear turns into panic when he goes from room to room and you are nowhere in sight. He goes into your shared room and finds it in a disarray. The wardrobe doors are wide open and most of your clothes are gone. The dresser is in the same condition. Whatever clothing is left is scattered all over the floor and bed. He goes into the kitchen and finds that some of the canned food is missing from the pantry. The fear in his heart morphs into whatever emotion settles between despair and fury. Tears are running down his cheeks but his expression is that of vicious hate. 

How dare you do this to him! 

He thought things between you had finally smoothed out. You were so afraid of him at first, but then you started being so sweet to him. You let him hold you without trying to push him away. You even let him kiss you whenever he wanted! It was all an act, wasn’t it? You were just playing him for a fool the whole time. You’d been waiting for the moment when you’d gained his trust enough that he’d leave you alone without locking you in the house. He should have known that this would happen. He should have known that you never loved him back. 

That’s okay, Darling. That’s just fine. 

Because he’s gonna find you. No matter where you run, no matter where you hide, HE WILL FIND YOU! 

He doesn't care what he has to do, what he has to sacrifice, or who he has to kill. Hell, he’s willing to destroy the whole world if it means bringing you back home. 

He’s so desperate in his need to have you back that he even briefly considers going to Valentine, but immediately scraps that idea. Valentine would no doubt kill him on the spot and take his corpse part. He doesn’t trust that scummy politician even slightly. 

No, he’ll get you back all on his own. 

And when he does, he’ll make sure you won’t be able to leave him ever again. By the time he’s done with you, the thought of escape won’t ever cross your mind again. Maybe he should break your legs or have Tusk tear them off completely? Maybe he’ll shoot his fingernail bullets into your back and sever your spine so you’ll be just like him. Then you’ll be a matching pair. Won’t that be cute? 

Or maybe he should just kill you outright and then roll himself off of the nearest cliff… 

Or he could just hold you close to him and smother you with kisses, emphasis on “smother”, and then roll himself off of a cliff…

Honestly, all those options sounded completely reasonable in Johnny’s warped mind. Well, he’ll figure out what to do with you once he finds you. And he WILL find you! No doubt about that. He’ll hunt you to the ends of the Earth and back again if he has to. Nothing that exists can keep him from you. 

Absolutely nothing.

**Note: Auto correct, for some reason, kept trying to change Trish's name to "trash". Now that's just mean.**

[gauloiseblue]

Private Love Hotel

[Giorno Giovanna × Reader]

Warning: kidnapping, dub-con, yandere

In the wealthy area of Naples, there was once a private hotel owned by the mafia. Only people within the organization who could rent a room, as the hotel itself is just a cover front. Beneath the surface, there was a filthy business going on. Illegal guns, drugs, booze, high-class brothel, and even killing contracts. It was notoriously known as a killing ground, before there was a new policy imposed by the boss. Any killing that happens in this hotel won't be forgiven, and the killer would pay a heavy price—with their own life.

Besides drugs and killing, there were lesser businesses that made people stay for a night. It was the prostitution. Even though it's not as heinous as those top businesses, it still shared the same atrocities. The demand of the escorts were high at that time, and so to meet their demand, they relied to the human trafficking business.

Naples is known for its raving tourism, and it's not a surprise that it added some numbers to the overall missing cases. Although it's not always caused by the human traffickers, it still contributes a hefty part of the cases. Lone travelers, or even local girls were often targeted by them.

But after the great war within the organization, the hotel fell into the hands of the renegades. As a result, it no longer becomes the hotspot for the criminals. There's no more drug trades, and the abducted girls were released discreetly. Of course, there was an outrage from the old pack, but they were quickly shut down by the young rebels.

In the beginning, only a few knew about the existence of such place. But now, there's only one person who can actually enter the hotel.

The reason? Quite simple. Because he's the new owner.

—

"We've arrived, sir."

The man in the back seat slowly blinked away from his thoughts. It seems like the endless ride from Cosenza to his city has finally ended.

"Grazie, Bono."

The chauffeur lowers his head politely, before he opens the door for the young Don.

When he stepped out from the car, he let out a satisfied sigh, as he finally touched the ground. His bones are aching, and he wants nothing but a long and hot shower.

"Pick me up at 8 o'clock tomorrow morning will you, Bono?" He asked, and the old chauffeur replied with 'certainly, sir.'

He dismissed the old chap before he went to the grand buildings in front of him. The buildings have an overall white exterior, with a hint of gold embellishments. There are some wisteria flowers creeping on the wall, and they seem to always bloom. He looks down to the marble tiles under his shoes, it seems like they've been polished. It appears that his henchmen did a great job on keeping this place beautiful when he was away.

The waterfall sound greets him as he opens the door, the replica of Fontana del Nettuno silently watches him as he enters the place.

The elongated pool from the fountain ripples softly when he dips his hand, the water is pleasantly cool. It was something that he usually does whenever he came, though he wasn't quite sure why. Maybe it's because he always wanted to do that before he owned the place, or maybe it's just a peculiar habit of his.

He wanted to sit by the fountain for a bit longer, but he needed to see his cara.

Oh, yes. A woman after his own heart, with a pretty name—(Y/N). A woman with a perseverance in her eyes, burning with hatred. Just like a wildfire, and it's beautiful.

When you were first brought to him, he shivered the moment he met your eyes. You had a certain intensity of willingness to fight, and it mesmerized him. He had planned to release you along with the other girls, but within that second, he changed his mind.

He hums as he presses the lift button, and the familiar 'ding' is heard when the lift has arrived. He ignored the other floors and immediately thumbs the 7th floor button.

The door is closed, and he leans his head to the back as he crosses his hands. He stares at the ceiling, and he finds himself staring at his own reflection. His weariness makes him look far softer, and he no longer looks like the ruthless Don Giorno Giovanna. But he doesn't mind, because at the end of the day, he just wants to come home to you.

As he reaches the 7th floor, he steps into the red-carpeted hallway. This particular floor was exclusively reserved for the higher ranks, as the rooms are bigger than the others. The statues made of marbles are standing on either side of the hall, decorating the place with the touch of arts and plump bodies.

Even though he only uses one room, he keeps most of his wealth in the other rooms. Golds, money, arts, his wide collections of booze and jewelry, and everything unimaginable. Some of them are priceless, and Mista had commented that it's a bad idea to keep them in just one place. But he has his teroso in this hotel, so he might as well put his valuable things in here.

When he opened the door of your room, he noticed that the room was quiet. It's no surprise, given that you always try to hide from him. But when he turned around, he suddenly saw something swing at him at a light speed.

Alas, Golden Experience was faster than you as it caught your hand before you could hurt him.

"Cara." He spoke in a calm manner as he saw you with your hand suspended in the air, holding a screwdriver. And to your horror, the tool in your hand had slowly turned into a white lily.

"How clever of you, you managed to steal this thing from my men when they came here." He commented as he plucked the flower from your hand, "But certainly not patient enough to kill me in my sleep."

There is a visible rush in you as adrenaline makes you tremble, but there's also an unmistakable fear in your eyes. Of course, you didn't know what's going on due to the fact that he never used his stand against you before.

You shrieked when he suddenly twisted your arm painfully and pinned you to the nearest wall. Your cheek was the first one to hit the hard surface, and it would be a lie if it didn't hurt.

"Let go of me!" You shouted and kicked around, but he just chuckled at your futile attempt to fight him.

"How can I become so sure that you won't try to kill me again?" He said with a sneer.

A surprised yelp escapes your mouth when he tears your pants down, cool air begins to kiss on your exposed skin. He called out his stand to keep you pinned to the wall, before you heard the sound of metal clinking and zipper from behind.

"No, no, Giorno, please don't." You protested.

"Relax, (Y/N)." He pried your legs open so easily, even though you had put all of your strength to keep it shut. You almost lost your balance when he pulled your hips toward him, and soon enough you felt him lining his member in front of your lower lips. You screamed when he entered you in just one thrust.

"Please, please Giorno—" Your voice choked up when he began to move. The initial thrush didn't hurt you much, but with every snap of his hips, the pain was gradually increasing. Even though you despise his touch, he never treated you like anything but a lover. But the way he treats you now is like how you were being used in the past, and it shouldn't bother you but it did. Unknowingly, you begin to sob.

You feel the weight that has been holding you against the wall disappear, before Giorno presses himself against your back. He slips his hand under your chin, and guides you to face him. You feel his lips grazing on your wet cheek. "Why do you always want to run away from me, cara?" He began to speak as he kissed you, "All I ever did to you was to make you happy, and I only asked you to love me in return."

"It's not fair," You cried, "I didn't ask for all of this."

"Oh, cara." He cooed to you softly, "You just haven't realized how much you need me. But I'll wait for you, I'll wait for however long it takes."

He begins to return to his usual pace, where he takes you in a slow and loving manner. Although you still refuse to give in, he no longer sees any resistance from you. He smirks, you were just like a wild thing, but it seems like he finally got you under his control.

[yachiblanca]

Different version of this

18+ CONTENT, MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!

artist ↓

Don Giorno will lure you with his presence- and most to his looks.

His personality gentle as a flower blooming, you could wait for it hours just to open, his appearance leaving you speechless- Giorno always looked so elegant.. too beautiful to even look- that it feels illegal for your bare eyes to witness such a beauty.

If you managed to get away with Giorno's treatment towards you- the game of playing tag starts.

Giorno's it, Though I recommend you giving up immediately. The moment you realize you were falling for his deadly trap that awaited you- he's already prepared for what's next to happen, oh look! What a cute little butterfly fluttering to your direction.

You extended your arm- waiting for the butterfly to fall to your knuckle. As it landed you noticed its beautiful features, it had such magnificent colors that the moon that shined from above radiated. The butterfly later on suddenly morphing into something else, you watched it morphed into.. a ring?

The moment you saw it morph- you realize that you were captured again, your fear had instantly rised- that ring looked so familiar.. too familiar.. your lips were starting to tremble from shock, your skin feeling cold along with the night breeze that laid on your skin.

It was the ring Giorno gave, the ring that he forced your ring finger to wear- you hated it, you wanted to burn, you were horridly disgusted by just looking at it!

It was over, there's no way you can run now. After time and time of attempts to escape, your mind had forgotten to hide the ring you left behind- you deeply hated it that you just hoped it would rot where you left it, but you wished that you would have just hid it in the first place.

"Y/N Darling, what did I tell you about going out?" you turned around- seeing Giorno walking to you, his eyes gazing at you while his long hair flowing with the wind in the night sky, you looked in awe- Giorno looked so beautiful again.. he smiled at you, giving your heartbeat to pound loudly- wait no, it shouldn't be feeling like this!

"Let's go home, also wear this ring at all times.. you're my wife and i'm your husband." You shook your head, blinking a few times- damn you felt quite dizzy earlier.. you rubbed your head with your hand "Oh silly me! Also what are we doing out here? Let's go back home- it's feels cold out here!"

Giorno took off the large jacket that laid on his shoulders- putting it on top of yours, "Aw.. thank you Giogio." There Giorno's expression turned into a surprised one, he finally got to hear you say his nickname again.. "Whoever gets home first has to cook breakfast, cook me a good one tomorrow!" you gave him a smirk before you ran off- returning to where you came from.

Giorno lightly chuckled as he watched you run back, he looked at his wrist watch "I guess that drug took time to do its own effect, Fugo should've warned me." He sighed and started sprinting to catch up with you- knowing that this time he's yours for eternity.

[shineonyoucrazyyandere]

Can i request a yandere!trish with a fem!reader? I don't see very much of it and it makes me sad because trish is waifu ;w;

Yandere! Trish Una x Fem! Reader

Gotta give some female characters attention too, I try my best to be equal opportunity with both male and female characters.

this may or may not be a two parter, It’s been a while since I’ve written out something and I don’t want to feel like I’m rushing something and make it uninteresting because I put it all out at once.

You saw yourself as a guardian for Trish Una ever since the mission of guarding her the first time. Of course her father planning to murder her, only strengthened your resolve to protect her. Betrayal by a horrible person who you’d hardly qualify as a father, you helped her process and talk everything out while the others were busy. She seemed to have some attachment to Bucciarati as well, but steadily you noticed her instinctively hover around you.

At that time you did all in your power to keep her safe after betraying the former leader of Passione. All while allowing to adjust to her newly gained stand. Multiple times she’d grip your arms or lace her fingers into your hand. The tiniest bit of downtime during that week you’d let her do as she pleased with your hair. Sometimes she’d compliment your eye colors, stare at you a little bit. Then proceed to talk about missing doing something casual with all this hiding. She even told you one night you made things feel like normal.

Every little thing you indulged in that week you felt was good for her. No one deserved to have all that weight of a traumatic experience put on them. Even after everything finally ended with Giorno defeating Diavolo and taking his place as the Don of Passione. You two were not separated, Trish piped up she needed you to feel safe and she couldn’t live alone.

Giorno asked you directly if you wanted to do so, taking in consideration how exhaustedly you took extra care of her. That he could find a female caretaker/guard to help Trish if you weren’t up to it. Instinctively, you knew Trish wouldn’t care for that. She seemed a bit huffy occasionally when you weren’t around. Deciding to not leave a headache to another associate you volunteered to live with Trish yourself.

His eyes furrowed for a moment but the confidence in your answer lead him requesting the place Bucciarati had mentioned he’d let Trish live in. He knew you both were close but there was something he couldn’t quite shake with Trish. Perhaps her behavior leaning towards being clingy, there was being close and then there was being a little too close.

“Just remember if you need a break/time for yourself you know where to find me” Giorno told you gently. It was the best statement he could give for now, his suspicions merely cautious for your safety.

“Thank You Giorno” You bowed your head

Shortly after this discussion, a car was brought up to the front of the building. Keys to the villa and the car itself were exchanged promptly. Trish’s belongings left behind in a previous place before going under protection were already in the trunk. Ready to be unpacked upon being taken inside. Upon arriving you immediately gesture Trish inside, but she decides to help you bring her belongings in instead.

“Are you sure? It’s rather late and you usually try to get in bed by this time don’t you?” You asked

Her eyes seem to pierce yours, “I can help” she seemed to insist. “I know you volunteered for looking out for me, there’s no need to overwork yourself” Her heels click on the ground as she goes to the now opened trunk and grabs out a few of her things. You follow her and proceed to grab what you can before heading to the door yourself. Sometimes it slipped your mind how determined she could be on insisting to do something. She was not helpless and could hold her own in decisions. Sighing to yourself you make sure the vehicle is locked and nothing was visible in any of the seats before heading in.

Eventually you get your own belongings inside this villa, Trish herself suggested so. All of your day practically revolved around her, but not once did you seemed to be fatigued. This went on for a few months with little trouble. Giorno did check up on you every once in a while even with his busy schedule. You could tell he was a little concerned, not that you minded of course. It was technically an assignment.

“She insists doing many things with me, her favorite thing is mostly picking cute clothes out” You told him promptly. Proceeding to go into details about brands she liked or the more expensive less “showy” things she could recognize.

“Do you know if she’s made any friends? Not that I entirely mind her being around you but she should be with others as well” He asks

“I believe I’ve seen her talk to a few people that weren’t sales associates, She doesn’t always tell me about things like that however” You responded. “I do have a gnawing feeling she really enjoys my company, perhaps a bit too much”

The blonde nodded in response “I thought as much, does that concern you?”

Your e/c eyes stare down at the floor, a brief pause in your breathing before you respond. “Somewhat yes, it’s been a couple months”

“I hope she can spread her wings and enjoy life on her own” You added on. “I do care for her Giorno, and I’ll look after her as long as she needs, though the thought does slip if that’s too much for her to properly adjust”

He nods along agreeing entirely, a bit stumped at the moment at this complex situation. You’re not really freaking out but there’s uncertainty in your eyes. Worrying if you’re subduing Trish, but as he sees it in his view, it’s the entire opposite. The dynamic is akin to an invasive plant, thriving with little impediment to its growth. Something that has to be taken care at the source before it swallows everything.

“I think I can keep this under control, I don’t need anyone else getting hurt” You stated out of nowhere.

“We have to be careful about this, Trish isn’t very fond of being looked over constantly by you Giorno”

His greenish eyes narrow “Of course, but I can’t have you facing this alone”

“I’m certain she’ll ask of this conversation when I pick her up from her visit to a store she’s been wanting to go to, She seems rather suspicious of you Giorno”

He looks at you, considering his options and what you’ll likely tell him based on your judgement of Trish. He trusts you just as he does Mista and dismisses you, and asks for an update in a couple of more months. For now he decides to lay out some options just on the off chance something goes too far. However this wasn’t your typical stand user battle, it was more of an emotional puzzle.

Later that evening you stop to pick up Trish right on the dot. She slid into the passenger seat quickly shut the door. Her eyes immediately dart to yours. “Do you mind if we get something to eat? I’m craving something from a restaurant I used to go to all the time”

“Sure we can do that” you tell her, before eventually driving off.

“So…how was that meeting?” She asks not even a few seconds after

“It was good” you tell her “I simply answered what Giorno was asking”

Her eyebrows furrowed “I know you need to update him, but I don’t think he should be prodding into everything we do together”

“He just wants to see how you’re holding up Trish, the things you went through aren’t exactly something an everyday person goes through” You try to pacify her

She shook her head adamantly, while crossing her arms “I doubt it, I think he’s concerned about you because he thinks I’m acting strange”

She wasn’t wrong and you weren’t going to foolishly deny that right in front of her. You reassured you didn’t inform of everything you both did together. Your “alone” time was still safe, but you could still see her lips pursed into a frown.

“I don’t think he should nose around at all if I’m being honest” She answered defensively but her demeanor of discontent wasn’t aimed at you. No, it seemed to be targeted towards Giorno. A twinge of jealousy perhaps? An odd thing for you to consider normally, but the way she was acting didn’t rule that out.

“I hope he knows I do talk to people other than you, but I don’t talk to them like I talk to you y/n” She sighs

There was an unsettling tone when she said that, she was stressing the meaning further than decent friends. You kept focus one the road, not really responding to keep your mind off that statement. False hope that you maybe misheard her somehow…

[thecw-unicorn]

The Oath (Yandere! Giorno x reader)

So I originally wasn’t planning on writing this but spur of the moment idea, for @mrsgiovanna Giorno Month, and I just wanted to add one final contribution!

Prompt: “You’ll learn to love me”

TW: toxic relationship/behavior, mentions of stalking and manipulation

He was watching you, like always.

You were walking through his garden. Or rather your garden, as he had told you, as whatever belonged to him, belonged to you.

He watches intensely. He loved seeing you around the flowers, and loved it even more when you had gone the extra step taking care of the flowers. Even though you didn’t realize how they last all year long, even in the winter, and didn’t understand the nature of their existence, it warmed his heart. Your dress swaying ever slightly in the breeze, as if the whole scene did it’s best to beautify you. Not that you needed it in Giorno’s mind.

He smiled as you walked along the path, slowly taking in the sights and smells of all the beautiful flowers that surrounded you on both sides. He was glad to see you out. After you arrived, (or kidnapped, as you often called it, much to Giorno’s disappointment), you weren’t doing so good. Spending most if not all days in your room barely eating, drinking, or doing anything. He did everything he could to get you back to yourself. Gentle coaxing, sweet words, strong promises, anything he could think of. You hated to admit it, but it mostly worked. You’d spend hours thinking of your friends and family. Giorno knew it too. He’d always tell you “wouldn’t they want you to live? To be alive, and well taken care of?”

It was hard to argue with that. Not to mention you didn’t exactly have the energy to fight back. So you caved in. You’d let him hold you, let him kiss you, buy you things. Whatever his delusional idea of love was. Some days were definitely hard. The need to leave. Not just this place, but your body, your mind. It didn’t take long to learn your mind was as dangerous as the gilded cage you were stuck in. Getting out of bed, and doing something was substantially better than living in the mind numbing roar that deafens your head and strangles you in its grasp.

The wind blows softly, tickling your face and arms slightly. The scent of the flowers are blown to you as well. The scent is almost…too perfect. You make your way over to a batch of roses, the fragrance so strong it almost suffocates you. Another irregularity: no thorns. You remember the bewilderment you had felt first seeing the odd flowers. It wasn’t until Giorno had explained everything that it all made sense: the flowers were for you. The smell is as amplified as possible, no thorns to prevent picking your fingers. The whole idea had made you uneasy. They looked so perfect, so beautiful, any gardener's dream. And yet, it wasn’t read. It was fake. You couldn’t help but wonder if that’s how Giorno’s feelings were. Perfect and sweet on the surface, but ultimately a ruse. A clever trick crafted from an expert mummer, poised in the act of deception. You shook your head, not wanting to fill it with melancholy thoughts to further sour the garden visit.

You make your way to the end of the path, seating yourself on a stone bench underneath a weeping cherry blossom tree. You close your eyes, trying to find some form of relaxation in this prison. You feel the breeze softly moving the hanging flowers of the tree, tickling your upper arms and face. You tried to think happy thoughts. The flowers. Their smell wafting all around you. The sound of their swaying in the breeze. Or better yet, you tried having no thoughts at all. You’d learned to despise your brain and being in it for such long, silent, periods of time since living with Giorno. You take a deep breath, hoping to expel the already rising negative thoughts. You’d almost forgotten about your book you’d brought to read, sitting neatly beside you on the bench. You pick up the book, hoping to escape and find whatever happiness you could in this beautiful misery.

He saw that you were reading again. Finally, he thought, unable to stop the smirk forming on his face. He’d bought you all those books, since he knew of your deep love of reading from spending days watching you in detail. He was glad to see you finally using the countless gifts he’d showered you with since bringing you home. He loved watching you. Whether it was simply mundane tasks or a deep passion you had, he’d always wanted to keep as close of an eye as possible. Despite it, he knew it was creepy and invasive. But now that you were with him, he’d do whatever it takes to keep you safe and protected, even if it meant having himself or someone watching your every move.

Truth be told, he was happy to see you outside. He noticed you were having a string of bad days, preferring to stay in your room all day, barely touching the food that was sent. The dark circles would be visible on your face, your eyes holding a weary frightened glaze to them. You did your best to put up walls around you, guarding your brain, and more importantly your heart from him. But Giorno knew you. He knew everything down to a T. He remembers his words to you upon your arrival: “You’ll learn to love me.” Not only a warning, but a promise. While not to the point he’d wish, you had grown more used to your home, and especially grown used to him and being with him. Sure, it was no easy task, but enough gifts, sweet, coaxing words, and subtle, pointed reminders of his power and your family, you had become more docile. You had your…outburst every now and then but it was expected. Moving one into a whole new home and in a new relationship is no easy task, but Giorno committed himself to you. And yet, he himself struggled as well. One aspect of maintaining the seamless transition to your new home was restraint. He wanted nothing more than to express his love in every way possible, loving words, soft kisses, giving himself wholly to you. But, deep down, he knew it’d confuse you, even scare you as well having to deal with the new environment and all his love and attention. Only in the dead of night when slumber claimed you did he allow his words to push past his lips.

“You’re going to stay here now. No one will ever hurt you again. I promise. And I promise to make this your home and love you with all I am and more. I swear it.”

He remembers another time, a time he’d said words very similar to what he’d said to you. To a friend (2 years older!) before he’d rested him in white flowers forever. Never again. He wouldn’t do it again. Not for you. He’d do everything in his power to ensure you were safe and in your own little slice of Heaven. He’d love you with everything he was, and keep you here. He’d kissed your hands, and your forehead while you slept, none the wiser of the solemn oath that had been sworn over your slumber.

[mrsgiovanna]

Where the spider lillies bloomed (Yan!Don Giovanna x Fem!Reader)

This idea has been floating around in my head for a while so I decided to finally finish this. MINORS DNI this is mature content.

WC: 3.3k

Tw: yandere behaviour, imprisonment, mentions of Giorno's childhood, implied collaring

“Just clarify one thing for me, won’t you? Why? Has my kindness and generosity not been enough?” asked Giorno from the opposite side of the car. The much too gentle timbre of his voice was betrayed by the flames in his jade eyes. Kindness and generosity, you had to bite your tongue to prevent you from audibly scoffing at the statement and landing yourself in an even worse situation than you had found yourself in.

This was unchartered territory, and you were unsure of how to proceed. You had attempted to escape a handful of times towards the beginning of your “arrival” at the Don’s imposing mansion. Minor transgressions tesorina he would say in that calm, even voice. In the beginning you appreciated the fact that he was… kind? At least it meant you would be safe while you waited for an opening to escape. Those opportunities had come altogether too rarely, and in the last attempt, you had barely made it ten meters outside of the Villa before you narrowly dodged a glowing bullet fired by his underboss, whom you later learned was called Mista. If there was ever a doubt in your mind of the true nature of Giorno’s wrath, it had been corrected in that moment. Between dragging you back to your room and hurling low-voiced curses at Mista, that was the most aggressive you had seen him. It had terrified you and Giorno had left you to reflect on your actions for a week before even looking at you again, let alone allowing you outside of your living space.

Following that transgression, there was a period of calm in the villa. You were biding your time and behaving yourself, your plan was foolproof, and you cursed yourself for not using your gifts more efficiently from the beginning. This was a war of patience and manipulation. You could never hope to beat him using force or street smarts, he unfortunately had you bested in both of those avenues… the one thing that could skew the odds in your favor was glaring at you all along, evident in his eyes and his smile and the way he had touched you- his affection for you.

Months and months of planning… acting… allowing him to have his way with you and pretending to enjoy it… well, half-pretend, you were human after all and he was fulfilling a carnal desire… perhaps more than that, he was the most unselfish lover you had had, and if it weren't for his overbearing nature and need for control, it would have been a good relationship… perhaps… you shook away those thoughts and contemplated your current predicament. Playing on his affections would get you nowhere this time, that ship had sailed and he was furious. To the untrained eye, he might have looked mildly annoyed, but after months of staring at him you had learnt to decode the tiny nuances in his behavior, his anger was the quiet kind, the kind that stirred storms in his eyes and squared off his jaw, clenched his elegant fingers until his knuckles turned white.

The Villa that you had escaped from was not the one you had returned to. Two, perhaps three hours at most, that's how long you had been away before Giorno had intercepted your route, but the people you had grown accustomed to had all been replaced, there was not one familiar face aside from Giorno's, and even that looked foreign to you at that moment.

"Where are you going bella?" He called out, using the epithet out of habit more than anything else. Your slumped shoulders straightened as you replied that you were going back to your room without fully turning around to look at him.

"Then you're going the wrong way. Come." Your heart beat slower and blood ran colder as you realized you were being led towards Giorno's own room.

Fighting the hoarseness in your throat, you choked out a few words. "Isn't this your room?"

"It's our room now… it's clear you need a little more attention than I initially thought," Giorno answered in his usual tone, the one you had become accustomed to.

He's calmer… perhaps this wasn't as bad you thought as you tried to keep up with his long strides. You were somewhat relieved to see that your new dwelling was not his own but the room adjoining his, you were on edge again however when you saw that none of the doors could be locked from the inside. Still looking at you with a disdainful stare, he left you alone, he no longer held any illusions about your propensity to run and deadbolted the heavy oak door from the outside before you heard his footsteps fade away.

Finally you thought, as you shrugged off your coat and flung yourself on the bed. You needed time-to think, to formulate a new plan, to try and see who among his new staff would be able to aid in you attaining your freedom… the futility of it all stung at your eyes and fell down your face. Cursing the day you caught his eye you curled yourself up as small as you could as if the action alone would make you disappear and fell into a dreamless sleep.

Giorno had been meandering about the villa, unsure of what he was actually searching for, his eyes roamed from corner to corner, possibly searching for weaknesses that you would want to exploit. He had always recognized your brilliance, it was one of the things that caught his eye in the first place. His eyes fell upon the spider lilies that grew in various spots near the purple wisteria trees in the garden. They represented the few peaceful memories of the time he had spent in his home country. A time when Giorno had existed as Haruno. He vaguely recalled playing in and amongst the flora, he couldn't understand it but the flowers seemed brighter when he was around, almost happier for his existence. It was more than he could say for the people in his life, and he had learned early on to know his place and when to venture beyond that. Even though he had had his foundations there, he was always painfully different to everyone else. His real trials came disguised as his mother's new lover.

Of all the men who had come and gone, this one had remained as a cursed fixture that saw him uprooted from his life in Japan, and transplanted to the harsher terrain in Italy. Giorno’s, or rather, Haruno’s peers in Naples were unforgiving, his stepfather transformed into a monster worse than he could have ever expected him to be and life had descended into an insufferable chaos that seemingly presented no respite… until the fateful day that changed the course of his life forever, and showed him the value of having power. In order to protect, one needed influence… and so while his peers sought to polish their football skills to attract the attention of a few scouts, Giorno chose a darker path, an ambitious dream that would see him control so much more than he thought he would. Over his years in school, his appearance changed drastically as did his name, and as such Haruno Shiobana had been replaced by Giorno Giovanna. Everyone seemed to know of him, but he still guarded himself carefully, hiding behind his polite speech and overall charm, his demeanor had put everyone around him at ease and allowed him to engage in his brand of income generation.

Allies gained and almost immediately lost, his ascension to power was almost instant and within a week, his life had been turned upside down. It felt like another lifetime, but years of hard work, clever maneuvers and sacrifice had seen Giorno turn the organization, and the whole of Italy on its head. Finally, he had what he had dreamed of, the streets were clean and his organization was still as profitable as ever. He had even connected with his relatives who had shed some light on his unique lineage and sought his counsel with regards to the nuances of requiem stands. His life should have felt full, yet there was a loneliness that clung to him. Solitude was one thing, and Giorno had no problem being in his own company, but in recent times, he had felt a longing for companionship, a feeling he was unaccustomed to. He was aware of his position, and the dangers that it brought, so when he had come across you, in all your carefree splendor, he was faced with the biggest moral dilemma of his life.

And there he stood, rooted to the spot overlooking his garden, the duality of his character glaring at him through each spiderlily and wisteria blossom. The symbols of death and longevity side by side creating a beautiful landscape that only he could properly decipher served as the perfect image to focus on while he thought about his “relationship” with you.

To Giorno, you appeared like the first sunshine after a storm, shedding light on the damage and slowly drying up the rain. Your sunny disposition had revealed the cracks in his psyche and the more time you had spent with him, the more he had begun to heal from things he hadn't even realized were wounds to begin with. Your presence in his life had evolved from being something that he coveted and cherished, to an absolute necessity. He could feel himself slipping, teetering near the precipice of something dark and irreversible. The more he denied giving into those thoughts the more intensely they beckoned to him, until they were no longer white noise in the back of his mind, but rather, the monolog that drowned out everything else. The more he dwelled upon his plans, the more sense they made… and just like that, the teetering had become a free fall over the edge- there was no return.

Discreetly… with a finesse that shocked even himself, he had seamlessly inserted himself into every facet of your life. Instructions masquerading as gentle suggestions, control exerted under the guise of care, his manipulation of you and those around you would be detected all too late for you to act upon. Always rationalizing his actions, it was your ill luck or the fact that your gods had all forsaken you that had seen Giorno's theories be proven as fact each and every time. From that point onward, your life had been one massive tug of war. Truth versus lies, rationality versus insanity…your head versus your heart… for all his faults, Giorno was always kind to you, if you had obeyed his requests and lived quietly within the confines of the villa, he had lavished you with more attention and gifts than you knew what to do with. You wondered though, how far would that kindness go? Where would his breaking point be? Was all his time and pretty baubles a fair trade for your freedom?

After a few hours, you had been roused from your sleep, waking up in the same position that you had fallen asleep in save for the soft fluffy blanket draped over your form. He must have been in here, you thought, eyes darting around the room searching for any more surprises. You had swung your legs off the bed and walked gingerly towards the ornate door, testing the handle on the off chance that Giorno had forgotten to lock it. An audible gasp left your lips when the door had swung open, the weight of the mahogany wood and gold accents had you stumbling forward. Perplexed, you warily walked down the hallway, navigating through the moonlit area, and found the door to his study ajar.

“(Y/n)?” Giorno’s voice was strained, tired and you could tell he was emotionally spent from the events of the day.

“I was just getting some water,” a lie- but you shocked yourself at the speed and ease at which the words tumbled out of your mouth. He had made eye contact with you from where he sat at his desk and beckoned for you to join him in his study. You walked slowly, feet dragging as if weighted by anchors and stood before his desk. His gaze had softened in the time you had been asleep, but you were still unable to read what was going on behind those emerald eyes. Giorno stood up, and gently led you to the couch that occupied the far end of his study. Many a night you had fallen asleep there while you waited for him to complete his work.

“Please sit, we need to talk…” you silently obeyed, still reeling from your failed attempt at escaping the villa you were unsure about where you stood with Giorno, and somewhat hopeful to hear the four words that people in normal relationships dreaded to hear- we need to talk… was this really it? Had you finally broken him? He occupied the spot next to you, leaving a small gap so he could face you. There would be no escaping his gaze no matter how hard you had tried.

“To say that I’m disappointed is an understatement… I suppose, I have to share some of the blame in that regard, but I can’t have you running off like that again. Do you remember, (y/n), the first time you came here?”

“Feels like it was in a different lifetime…”

“Possibly because you have another life, a better one”

“New doesn’t always mean better,”

“In this case it does,” his voice was soft, small almost but his gaze was still sharp and made you feel uneasy. “You always try these stunts… and I’d love to know just what it is that you plan on escaping to?” he inched closer towards you, elegant in his movements like a panther stalking its prey.

"I'll have my freedom… I can make it on my own, anything is better than being a captive,"

"A captive? When will you realise that I'm keeping enemies out of our lives? Look at me," your unwillingness to hold his gaze had him gripping your face in his hand and turned you towards him.

"I… "

"You what?" His grip changed to a gentle caress, and your words were trapped in your throat. Feeling your resolve wane, he continued, "If only you knew… the number of times you came close to death… all because of me…"

"Lies, all you ever do is lie, you have-"

"You're right, I've lied to keep you out of harm's reach, deluded you into thinking you were safe, played the villain in your little tragedy, but it ends here, you need to know, all I've ever done was out of love for you. I…" you thought your ears had betrayed you when you heard the slight crack in his voice, but his eyes, shimmering with unshed tears, had proven it to be true. Against your better judgment you gripped his hand and leaned a bit closer.

Perhaps you had been misreading the situation, but you had found yourself at odds with your mind and cursed the uncertainty he bred within you. His thumb had ghosted over your lips and before long his mouth had met yours, you could taste the cognac on his tongue and knew he must have been under immense pressure to swop out his usual sauvignon blanc for this. Neither of you had wanted to break away but had to, ragged breaths filling the silence. Giorno had slowly pushed you down so that you were lying on the plush couch that occupied his study, his form towering over you, lustful eyes devouring you. It had been so long since you had seen the don like this, but you suddenly remembered why you had always slipped into a false sense of safety. He didn't give you any time to contemplate further as he made quick work of disrobing you, leaving a trail of marks down your body. It had been so long, you were both pent up and frustrated, and he knew what to do and say to subjugate you any day so it was pointless to chastise yourself for the way in which your body heeded his every command, verbal and otherwise.

Giorno smirked when he saw your arousal, dipping his fingers into you, you were already clenching around his digits as he tried to stretch you out as much as possible to take him in his entirety. He was so taken with the little sounds and lewd faces you made from his fingers alone that he wanted you to realise the only person who could make you feel this good was him. And so he teased at you, swapping between his fingers and his face as he brought you to the verge of your high only to retract himself time and time again.

"Who do you belong to, tesoro?" he asked between hisses from you raking your fingernails down his arms leaving red trails in their wake. Mock sympathy dripped from his words just like your slick dripped out of you, when finally, he had broken your resolve.

"Who do you belong to?"

"You, only you!"

"Who?"

"You, Giogio, please, I need you, I'm yours" you choked between sobs, he almost felt bad, but hearing you address him like that was music to his ears. Liberating himself of his clothes, he threw your shaky legs over his shoulders, lining himself up with your entrance before sheathing himself entirely inside you in one movement. No amount of preparation had you ready for that as you saw stars when you felt him hit your cervix. He waited for you to adjust before slowly starting to move, increasing his pace the closer he got.

"S- so close , I'm gonna-"

You looked so beautiful, lips parted, in the throes of passion, your velvety walls felt like heaven clenching around him as he swallowed your moans and incoherent sentences with passionate kisses. He knew he was close too.

"Cum for me bella," his voice was low and muffled as he spoke into the soft skin of your neck, and almost on command you had been pushed over the edge, tears clouding your vision, euphoria clouding your thoughts. Feeling your warmth on him tipped him over the edge too, his golden hair curtaining your face as your ragged breaths mixed with his own. He could feel your walls continue to flutter around him, milking every last drop he had to give you. Giorno held you close while you rode out your high, before carrying you to his bedroom to run you both a bath.

Your thoughts started to clear as you heard the water running and rose on wobbly legs to get a look at yourself in the mirror, and as expected, faint bruises had littered your skin, but the thing that caught your attention was the sparkly diamond choker adorning your neck, unsure of when or how he had placed it on you.

"Do you like it?" Giorno's arms wrapped around you from behind, as he spoke into the shell of your ear.

"It's beautiful…" you reached up to find the clasp, and asked him to help you take it off before you got into the bath with him. Caressing your cheek with the back of his hand, he couldn't help but smile at your naivety, "Bella, that's never coming off… the attachment to remove that is imbedded into this ring…" he explained, lifting up the hand that he wore the passione crest ring on, he continued, "it's quite apt don't you think? Now there's a piece of you with me and a piece of me with you… I'll always be able to tell where you are…" it really was as you had mindlessly cried out before… you had belonged to him, just as he had intended all along.

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Confession: The aspect of Yandere Giorno I enjoy the most is the idea of this charismatic mafia don who is more affected by his childhood trauma than he would like anyone, even himself, to believe and deciding to keep someone who is one of the very few sources of his genuine happiness all to himself.

That is a somewhat popular take of his character; especially for yandere fics, the bit at the end where he is determined to keep one of the only sources of genuine happiness to himself. I think it's because Giorno learned early on that if he has something, he needs to defend it with his life if he wants to keep it. It is, in part, why he became a gangster after all. To have absolute power to help others. But mind you, only those Giorno deems worth living.

Lucky for his darling, by very nature of a yandere, you fit the bill, and can expect many years at his side, making him happy. And trying his best to keep you mildly content as well.