#yandere giorno giovanna x reader

[ddarker-dreams]

Waning Moon.

Yan Giorno x F Reader. Commissioned piece.

Warnings: Yandere themes, unhealthy relationships, religions symbolism and codependency (???). Word count: 3k.

You don’t remember it being this difficult to stay up late. 

As a child, the concept was so novel that the excitement alone sustained you. Streetlamps illuminated a world that fell into stasis until the sun poked its head over in the east, all creation held its breath in anticipation. You’d settle into this valley between loneliness and the closest you’d ever get to peace. 

There was only you and that was frightening. 

There was only you and that was comforting. 

As an adult, staying up late requires intentionality, willpower, and caffeine. Lots of caffeine. 

The allure of courting a silent relationship with the moon might not be as mystifying, but the charm isn’t entirely lost with age. It has remained constant while you endured an upheaval you never expected. Constants become anchors in an otherwise restless sea. Come what may, you know this for certain — the moon will rise every night over a villa whose doors don’t unlock at your behest. 

Sighing, you shut the book in your hands and rub your eyes. You haven’t been able to retain any of the words on the pages. It reminds you of those late nights spent hunched over at your desk, diligently studying for the esame di stato. Whenever you began to doze off, you’d chastise yourself; this pertained to your future, after all. Never could you have fathomed your life would unravel the way it did. 

It’s this bitter sentiment that makes you question what exactly you’re trying to accomplish here. 

Is it boredom that’s encouraged this desire to stick your nose in Giorno’s affairs? Spite? You cannot say for certain. 

For a week now (you presume, at least, keeping track of the days has lost its luster), the individual who uprooted your life has been notably absent. No matter how tumultuous his affairs were, he made it a point to at least join you for breakfast or dinner, if not both. Such is his wish to lend an air of normalcy to this dubious union. Lately, you’ve only seen him in passing, as if he were a specter haunting the hall and not the man who holds the deed. 

What remained consistent, however, is his return to your shared bedroom to sleep. Physiological needs are the great equalizer. You don’t know how, but he can slip into bed without waking you. Had it not been for the wrinkled bed sheets and the lingering aroma of cologne come morning, you never would’ve known he’d been there. 

You thought if you stayed up long enough, you might entertain a conversation that lasted longer than a few minutes. Morbid curiosity is a surprisingly strong motivator. 

Unfortunately, reality rarely aligns with your hopes. It’s currently three in the morning and there’s been no sign of Giorno. You refasten your silk robe upon standing, appraising the master suite for some means to preoccupy yourself. It’s when your weary eyes land on the canopy bed that your resolve is tested. Really, what is it you’re trying to do? Have a heart-to-heart with the man who controls the country from the shadows? Get in a few more sarcastic quips before calling it a day? 

It’s this challenge to your original design that has you walking over to your side of the bed. 

That is, until your name is spoken by the door. 

You freeze where you stand, feeling akin to a child caught with one hand in the cookie jar. You never gave much thought to if you’re breaking some unspoken rule by dilly-dallying all night. At the very least, Giorno wouldn’t appreciate the damage to your health. He’s never harsh with his chastising — if you can even call it that — but you’re in uncharted territory. A week of sleeping three to four hours could make a sinner of the most steadfast saint. 

He repeats your name, likely assuming you didn’t hear him the first time, and you swallow thickly. 

“I, um…” you trail off, playing with the ends of your hair, “I just felt like… walking around…?” 

It occurs to you then that he never asked what you were doing, he simply said your name. This unprompted confession paired with your conspicuous body language paints you in a guilty light. 

Silence hangs in the room. 

You count the seconds as they trudge by — seven, eight, nine — each addition feeling as if they’re intensifying gravity. Threatened by the prospect of being crushed beneath this force, you pivot, forcing yourself to face him and better gauge your situation. A mannequin that’d just been brought to life would move far more naturally than you. 

Turquoise eyes stare back. They’re inquisitive, maybe, but not scrutinizing. You visibly relax. 

“So I didn’t wake you?”

You shake your head. 

“Was there something you needed, then?” 

You’re about to shake your head again when the clouds outside part. 

Silvery shades flood the room and envelop Giorno’s side profile. It illuminates his countenance, from the soft curls of his golden hair to his rosy lips and sharp jawline. You’ve become familiar with his features throughout the years. That’s why the slightest deviation catches your attention, as if you were an antiquarian charged with determining if a piece of art were fake or genuine. His complexion is duller and bags are forming beneath his eyes. 

“You look exhausted,” you remark. 

“Isn’t that considered a rude thing to say to someone?” is his reply. 

You frown at his lighthearted tone. He’s still wearing a suit, which means whatever he came back from was business related. From this distance, you feel there are details you’re still missing, so you close the gap. It’s unusual to be near Giorno — especially of your own volition — yet this burning need to make sense of things spurs you on. Standing before him, you narrow your eyes. He finds your behavior far too perplexing to speak. 

You’ve always felt Giorno possesses an otherworldly quality that sets him apart from the common rabble, yourself included. This quiet magnetism, steadfast determination, and insightfulness forged from a life of having the odds stacked against him. Consequently, the fact he’s made of flesh and blood often eludes you. So ingrained in your mind is this concept of him being on a pedestal, high and untouchable as Michelangelo’s David. The present predicament is at odds with this lofty image. 

His skin is warm when you take his hand in yours. So he isn’t made of Carrara marble, then. 

Giorno does nothing to challenge your uncharacteristic boldness when you lead him to your destination. By your prompting, he sits on the bed’s edge, utterly transfixed on the link that connects your bodies. It’s like the simple contact placed a spell over him. You take a seat by his side, retrieving your hand while you do so. He almost reaches to take it back before thinking better of it. 

“There must be something pretty serious going on,” you point out. “What is it?” 

“It’s… a heavy subject matter. I wouldn’t want to unnecessarily burden you.” 

You hold up your left hand for him. In doing so, the diamond on your wedding ring catches the moonlight and gleams. “Is this just for show, then? Marriage is about sharing burdens.” 

He chuckles softly, though there’s a certain melancholy to the sound. “I thought you didn’t like to consider me your husband.” 

“The Catholic Church frowns on divorce. Now, enough with trying to change the subject,” you maintain unwavering eye contact. “There are a lot of people who rely on Passione, and you, by extension. You keep the worst of things in check. I might have my… reservations about the specifics, but even I can’t deny that.”

Taking a deep breath, you add, “So, if talking might help you, then… talk. There’s too much at stake to get caught up in petty feelings.” 

For a moment, he closes his eyes, contemplating. He’s always been one to indulge you whenever he can, especially since you rarely ask for anything. 

“Alright. I’ll tell you on one condition, although I must insist on not getting into the details.” 

You squirm in your seat. “And said condition is…?” 

There’s a mischievous tint to his eyes when he reopens them. “Have you been waiting for me all night? Answer truthfully.” 

“I haven’t—!” 

“Truthfully, [First].” 

You huff and cross your arms over your chest. “... Yes.” 

Instead of teasing you, as he enjoys doing, he gives you a gentle smile. The kind he reserves solely for you. He squeezes your hand but doesn’t allow his touch to overstay its welcome. He could take so much more from you and still, he exercises restraint. Is it because it’d shatter the illusion that he was doing all of this to ‘keep you safe’ if he acted on carnality? His commitment to the farce is almost enough to convince you. 

“Thank you, regardless of whatever the reason for it may have been,” Giorno’s sincerity is undeniably stirring. This is the Don of Passione — a man who can win over the undying loyalty of others within a single conversation. Falling into his rhythm is as easy as breathing, he sets such an enticing tempo. 

“You aren’t going back on your word, are you?” You challenge, wanting to distract yourself from this budding feeling in your chest. Whether it be resentment or apathy, he’s capable of chipping away at the walls you form before you realize what’s happening. It should be simple, in theory. Loathing the man who took your freedom and never plans to give it back. It should be very simple. 

But when he looks at you as he does now, like he’d reach into his chest and tear out his heart if only you asked, you’re at a loss. 

“Giorno? What is it?” 

His pupils dilate when his name leaves your lips. This spacing out is unlike him, he’s the keenest person you’ve ever met. It’s the reason why you’ve never been able to get one over him. You’re about to snap your fingers in front of his face when he clears his throat. 

“Ah, it’s nothing, just… well… every time I look at you, every time you speak,” he tucks a stray strand of hair behind your ear, “I learn what it’s like to fall in love all over again.” 

Heat rises to your cheeks and stays there. Exhaustion must be lowering his inhibitions, you can’t fathom him saying this otherwise. The sentiment is always there, playing softly in the background, but now it’s at a volume you can’t drown out. You shiver all over. This is a man who’d make an enemy of the world if it meant winning your favor. Such intensity, such raw attachment, bewilders and leaves you unable to form words. 

Seeing the goosebumps on your forearm, he shrugs his wool blazer off and drapes it over your shoulders. His body heat consumes you. 

“And of course I won’t go back on my word — not with you. Some setbacks that we thought were coincidences are occurring too frequently to be written off. The natural conclusion is that there’s a mole somewhere in the upper ranks. This betrayal… or the beginnings of one… resurfaces some memories. I intend to see to it quickly.” 

As he warned, you’re receiving a sanitized version of the events, but it’s enough to dispel your curiosity. You jump on the chance to move past his unexpected confession. The tender words threatened to give new life to emotions that are better off dead. 

“Be as that may, you’ll be no good to anyone if you don’t get enough sleep.” 

“I’ve been taking naps when the time allows.” 

“That isn’t good enough,” you protest. “You might have youth on your side, but that doesn’t mean you can’t work yourself into an early grave. Properly caring for yourself is a part of the job.” 

Giorno seems to find your insistence amusing. He covers a smile with his hand, laughing lightly to himself. It’s during these displays of boyish charm that his many daunting titles melt away. You’re forcefully drawn back into the rose-colored days of your fledgling love, when his true identity remained a secret, and you saw only what he wanted you to see. What you wouldn’t give to rewind time and relive it again. Long walks on the beach with the Tyrrhenian Sea’s mist kissing your cheeks, morning dates at your favorite caffé where you’d tease him for always ordering the same drink… it was paradise in more ways than one. 

Alas, once you’ve been forcefully ejected from the Garden of Eden, the gate to return is shut for eternity. 

When Giorno recomposes himself, he breaks the silence. 

“I’m truly grateful that you haven’t changed.” 

“Hm?” 

You tilt your head. That wistful expression of his punctures your heart, no matter how hard you try to turn the organ to stone. 

“I was prepared for anything. For you to curse me, hate me. I anticipated and accepted the possibility. What I feared most, though, was the thought of you losing what makes you… well, you. It’d be understandable, given the circumstances, but… the warmth you radiate is as strong as ever. I’m glad.” 

Unable to withstand the weight of his gaze, you avert your attention to your lap, head hanging low. 

“That’s a selfish thing to want, considering everything.” 

If it hurts you to say it, you can only imagine how it makes him feel.

He inhales sharply. “I know. I’m plenty selfish when it comes to you.”

This admission takes you aback. Never has he been so forthcoming about his motivation, not without interweaving sugary sentiments to make the sour truth more palatable. There was always a convenient excuse. That your romantic relationship with him puts you in danger, how this arrangement is to ensure your safety, on and on the list of sickeningly sweet platitudes would go. The puzzle pieces he provided never fit properly. 

The word ‘selfish’ completes the otherwise unfinished picture. 

“You were right. Talking to you does help,” Giorno admits. By the way he says it, you’d think you had just magically solved every problem and tied it up in a bow. 

“Honestly, I don’t think I did much of anything.” 

He sighs at that. You could insult him at the top of your lungs and he wouldn’t flinch, but the moment you’re the least bit critical of yourself, he takes it as a personal offense. 

“Not many people are willing to scold me for not taking care of myself. In fact… you might be the only one,” he muses. 

Your heart sinks and you curl your hands into fists. The nails digging into your palm may hurt, but it’s nothing compared to the ache of your soul. For all he knows about you, Giorno Giovanna is almost an enigma, as far as you’re concerned. The most minuscule acts of kindness stuck out to him like glittering treasures. When you made him home-cooked meals, called him to ask about his day, picked up on the changes in his mood; there’d be this aura of reverence about him. 

How must a person grow up to be in awe of what you’ve always considered to be the bare minimum? 

“On the topic of being selfish, there is something else I want.” 

Perhaps in your sentimentality, you’ve been spoiling him too much. 

“What do you— eek!” 

Strong arms secure themselves around your form and pull you in close. Your eyes widen, lips parting to release protests that never form. Giorno’s body may seem lithe, but he has no issues maneuvering your body as if you were a ragdoll. Still, he treats you with the utmost care, rubbing his hands over your back in a soothing motion. You’re certain if you made a fuss, he’d let you go. You can’t find the motivation to do so. The two of you are exhausted, for reasons that differ and overlap. 

While you don’t reciprocate his embrace, you don’t try to wriggle out of it. This is reason enough for him to tighten his grip. 

… Indeed, he is acting rather spoiled. 

“Are you fed up with me?” He asks. 

“I’m slowly getting there.” 

You feel his chest rumble when he chuckles. “Bear with me just a while longer, then.” 

His lips brush over your forehead in a daring kiss. Your muscles go taut and your heart hammers hard enough that you can hear it. He allows himself to linger there a while longer, though he makes no attempts to repeat the act. Instead, he soaks in your presence, each second worth its weight in gold. 

“Giorno?”

He hums, showing you have his rapt attention. 

“About what you said earlier,” there’s a tremble in your voice you can’t hide, owing to the tightness in your throat, “I haven’t ever hated you. I… I don’t think I can.” 

His breath hitches. 

“But… I do know I can’t love you the way I used to either.” 

“Do you want to?”  

“Sometimes.” 

“And that scares you, doesn’t it?” 

“... Yes.” 

Giorno knows you from the inside out. Everything you consist of, from your best to your worst qualities, he’s seen it all. If you ever broke, he could rebuild you again from memory alone. That’s why despite everything, being vulnerable around him comes naturally. Caring about him too, no matter how you try to twist your reasoning to make yourself feel better. Once you’ve given someone your heart, taking it back in its entirety is impossible, some pieces will remain in their possession. 

“It’s alright, no matter what conclusion you arrive at,” he decides. He buries his nose in the crown of your head. “So long as you’re alive and well, I can accept anything.” 

Much to his surprise, you rest your head against his chest, the strength to hold yourself upright steadily draining. He readjusts his hold to ensure you’re as comfortable as you can be. 

“It must be sad, thinking the way you do.” 

From how little a reaction he gives, you almost think he didn’t hear you. 

“A little,” he admits after a thoughtful pause. “Being without you, though… that’d be far, far worse.” 

If reentry to the Garden is denied, then he’ll replicate its beauty to give the impression you never left. 

[apocalypseyoshia]

Platonic yandere (aged up) father Giorno Giovanna

My father wasn’t normal father , not in the sense that he was hurting me but he just acts odd

“No don’t go out today”

“Why do you want to go to school I’ll got you the best tutors”

“Don’t go farther than the garden”

It was odd my friend’s father’s never that clingy or strict, but even so none of my friends have what I have, a lavish garden a giant bedroom beautiful clothes and a father with am amazing fashion taste and a amazing aunt who is a Famous singer and a badass uncle, who honestly needs to take a shower more often, but even tho they felt like family they weren’t biologically related to us, and my dad never wanted to talk about my mom, there is another person a blond man with anger issues he try’s to control them but it’s not that hard to notice he sometimes helps me with my math homework, but he always looks sad about it. my dad doesn’t really trust him to be with me for to long but I like him he’s nice

Today was a boring day my dad was working like always but normally I would be in the garden or doing something fun but everyone was busy with something actually now that I think about it it’s always around this time every year that everyone is busy uncle Mista, aunt Trish, even uncle fugo every year on this week it was always like this every one was on edge and it would make the atmosphere weird but I decided to test my luck today

Slowly walking up to my dads office Felt weird it felt like I was walking to my own execution but that wasn’t the weird part the weird part is I felt people other people in my dad’s vicinity which wouldn’t be odd if it was a normal week but it wasn’t a normal week it was the week

No one disturbed him for unnecessary stuff during that week unless they wanted a death sentence

I open the door quietly and look at my father hunched over his desk a small phone in his hand he looks up at he and puts the photo down

“padre can we talk?”

“Yes La mia piccola rosa what is it”

“Can i go out to the garden some of my friends might be outside so you won’t have to worry about me”

“No”

“But-”

“No.”

He never raised his voice but he was Stern with his answer

“I understand” I say trying not to let any emotion get through

“Maybe after tomorrow when I’m free” he never liked seeing me sad but he doesn’t want to be away from me

“Okay” I never liked how clingy he was with me but we have a good relationship partially because of it

I shiver slightly and he notices

“Are you alright La mia piccola rosa?”

“Yeah it’s just chilly, do you have the AC on?” he looks at me confused

“No and all the windows are closed” i look around to see he’s right

“Are you coming down with something?” He sounded worried that was never a good thing

“It’s nothing”

“You sure”

“Yes dad I’m sure”

“Well just in case stay in bed today and don’t turn the AC on, ok”

“Okay dad” i move and grab the door handle

He smile’s and nod’s his head “alright love you La mia piccola rosa”

“Love you too” I leave his office and closing the door behind me i don’t really feel like I won but at the sometime I didn’t feel like I lost i still got to go outside but it was under my dad’s supervision i know he wants me to have a good childhood one he could not have but he also wants me to stay close and look over me 24/7

I keep walking till I make it to my room and I feel that chill run down my back again after I got in I thought nothing of it until I got into bed and heard someone actually more then one person

“That stubborn Stronzo”

“Don’t call him that Leone especially in front of his kid”

“Oh it’s not even like his kid can hear us”

“They might not be able to hear us but even so that type of language should be used around a kid, have you forgotten narancia is here with us”

“Yeah what about me!”

The gruff tired voice just sighed and sounded defeated and answered back the nicer person’s voice “fine I’m sorry Bucciarati.“

“I’m not the one you should be saying sorry to”

“Fine. I’m sorry Narancia”

Slowly the voices started fading out but I couldn’t get one person’s voice out of my head the man with the soft voice he sounded so gentle and kind and I couldn’t forget his name Bucciarati, it felt like I knew that name before like someone talked about him before but I couldn’t place my finger on it

I decided to not do anything about it for now, maybe I could ask dad about it at dinner if him and aunt Trish and uncle Mista hell even maybe even fugo will be there, so one of them has to know that name, maybe it was a colleague they mentioned in passing and that’s why I remember it or maybe it was a friend?

I slowly getting to bed and start to fall asleep since when was I tired

I slowly wake up except I couldn’t move and there was something above me a humanoid-like body with robotic and inexpressive and lack proper mouth and it has a mask on I can’t tell if it’s a mask or it’s it’s the face but it looks like a goat skull with black roses on one half of it

It was just staring at me till I heard a knock on the door and I actually woke up

I sprint up out of my bed to see aunt Trish looking at me a little surprised and worried 

“Hay you alright”

“Yeah, I’m fine, just a nightmare.”

“Alright, do you want to talk about it?”

“No, it’s nothing, please don’t tell dad”

“I won’t just this one time.”

“Thank you auntie Trish!” she smiled at me

“Okay get ready and get down we’re all waiting for you” I nod and she closes the door as I get up and get into some proper clothing and quickly wash my face and brush my teeth before running downstairs

“Sorry, sorry I’m late”

“Don’t worry about it just try not to be late again”

“I won’t, I just over slept” i say as I hug him then stepped away from him and started to greeting them

“You push them to much Giorno” uncle Mista laughed he hugged me and patted my back firmly“you should just let them be a kid, you know go soft on them” I pulled back and looked at my dad who was shaking his head

“Don’t listen to him structure is good for a kid, it’s how you turn them in to good adults” fugo continues but uncle Mista cuts him off

“so what now you want them to grow up and leave us i knew you where heartless fugo but still why would you say they want to leave”

“I never said that” fugo yells back

“you didn’t have to it was implied!” Uncle Mista let’s go of me and start’s pointing his finger at fugo

“You can’t even spell implied! And don’t point your finger at me!” He was really trying to hold back

“Yes i can!”

“Then spell it”

“I-M-P-L-E-D” after uncle Mista said that fugo looked like he was going to explode

“You forgot the I, what did you not make it past Grade school” before the fight could get any worse aunt Trish grabs them by both of they’re ears

“Will you two stop it! You shouldn’t be fighting this week you both know that and you shouldn’t be fighting in front of the Don’s kid” uncle Mista and fugo both looked in pain “say sorry” she doesn’t look like she’s joking around

“Sorry”

”Sorry”

she finally let’s them go and pat’s the top of my head as my dad laugh’s at their antics and we walked to the diner table as the maids started putting out the food

The conversation went as expected with a question for me even now and again

“How are cello lessons going?”

“Good my teacher says I’m improving really fast” I say quick trying to brush past any conversation that has to include me

“Probably because this is your fifth installment”I should have known better

“Yeah, who knows maybe your dad will finally decide to put you in sports related activities” as soon as uncle Mista said that I got hopeful

“No.” He says sternly as he takes another sip of his wine. Yet again I should have known better

The conversation quickly change’s but I was getting antsy and I think dad could tell as I started to tap my foot up and down

“If something is bothering you please say it” dad said as he cut into a piece of his steak

“Dad did you have a Business partner called Bucciarati?” right as I asked that I regretted it i might not have been the most understanding person when it comes to reading a room but I understood that the atmosphere change was the minute I ordered that name

.

.

. someone anyone of those of God say something

“how do you know that name!,who-!” “mista enough”his voice it was different he didn’t raise it but it left no room for an argument



“I think it’s time for you to go to sleep” i don’t want to sleep i want to know what’s happening i was frozen i deeply wanted to know but I had never went against his words

.

.

“No”

“I’m sorry what.”

“No, I don’t want to, I want answers”

“Your not getting any anytime soon, now go to your room and go to sleep”

“But i-”

“NO!”.

.

. he yelled he never yells, he calmed down a little he just looked at me I got up and left to my room

Tick tock

Tick tock

Tick tock

The clock , I can’t sleep because of it, no it’s not that I know it’s not because of that, it was dad and uncle mista and aunt Trish and fugo how they reacted

I was already in bed by now it was around 12:57 I went to bed around 11:43 they were probably done talking about it but I wanted to know even if I was being nosy and I wasn’t supposed to

I quietly got out of bed and started walking down to dad’s office making carful not to make a sound I looked through the keyhole and press my ear towards the door making sure not to make a sound

“Maybe someone told them?” Uncle mista said 

“Who would be stupid enough to make that mistake,who here even knows about him?!” Fugo Retaliated back

“Did one of us let it slip?”

“definitely not” they all turned towards dad, I have noticed something they all had creatures like mine they were very vague and the image of the most fuzzy they were they’re standing behind them

“How could you be so sure,giorno?”

“because no one here has ever met him, we don’t keep anything of his here, in the few people that talked about him well they won’t be talking for a long time, and we’re always careful with the subject”

Uncle mista had a bunch of bullet people there were six of them floating around, and they had something written on their heads, I couldn’t tell what it was but I know it was something maybe a letter or number?



aunt Trish had some sort of girl humanoid looking thing, with green eyes and more weird signs on their head, is that a is that a multiplication sign?

Fugo was probably the hardest to tell now because it wasn’t clear because it wasn’t fully developed there what’s even the word for this but it was purple covered in smoke and for god’s sake was it drooling did the damn thing have no manners

“ugh” before I could stop myself I’d lead out of disgusted sound and immediately covered my mouth

it was too late they had heard me they rushed to the door opening it I had fallen back a bit as they rushed to the door

“Oh my god!”

“dad, before you say anything I am so so sorry I did not mean to interrupt I was just curious, I know that I should’ve listen but I promise I will never-”

“Trish call 911!” I had looked at them confused and then looked where they were huddling to see my body but I was right here.

how can I?

what just?

I looked up at dad as he was looking down on my body he had one of those weird people things to his was less human? It looked more mechanical, it had a golden energy flowing through it, and it was holding onto my body.

“Dad?”

“How are you here?” I hear horrified voice ask Ask behind me to see a man a of above-average height with a slim build. He has black chin-length hair with straight-cut bangs covering his forehead. His hair is adorned with a braid going along the top of his head and a hair clip surmounted on each side of his bangs.

“Who are you?”

[princelylove]

Divinity.

Synopsis: Post-canon vento aureo, you are Giorno Giovanna’s bodyguard, and his obsession. 

Warnings: typical possessive yandere behavior, reader is trapped later on, not sfw later on but it’s just masturbation, I’m a Giorno pussy truther it’s not explicitly stated but I want you to know

Length: A little over 2k.

Giorno Giovanna is something out of a dream. It’s difficult to not stare. His presence itself is enchanting, although often overwhelming.

He’s often misunderstood. Misrepresented. He’s a complex individual, it’s unfair to put his psychology in the same category as someone more simple-minded.

You can’t think of why his presence overwhelms you. His perfume is subtle, he’s well mannered, well spoken, well educated and cultured, well groomed, and relatively charming. There’s just something off about him, in your point of view. 

Giorno is naturally graceful, he’s only become more pleasing to the eyes as he’s gotten older. The way he holds his fingers up for birds to rest on him is something out of a fairytale.

You took this job because of the pay. Never mind the fact that your client is handsome, and generally pleasant to be around. His other bodyguards aren’t so bad either- Guido’s a nice man, when he’s not working. Sheila E seems fine to be around as well, but you haven’t really interacted with her much. They’ve both warned you about how Giorno is to be your absolute top priority- you’re not a mafioso, you’re just a bodyguard. It must be nice to have someone’s absolute loyalty like that, you think.

The way Giorno asks to be taken home to his room… It almost makes you believe that he really does need you. He seems soft compared to the others- like he isn’t hardened by the burden of life, or whatever that ‘Murolo’ guy was on about. 

Giorno’s voice is comforting and refreshing. His tone is quiet, and soft. You’re only really certain he’s speaking when he makes harder sounds, such as ‘t’ or ‘k.’ The way he looks at you with his doe eyes, and soft tone… it eats you alive to not succumb to his will. 

This misinterpretation would cost you your life, as Giorno falls head over heels at such a romantic, protective gesture of guiding him up his own staircase and reassuring him that all is well, you’re right there. 

He smiles. You can’t help but watch his lips as he speaks in that same soft spoken manner.

“Thank you, but you’re dismissed for the night.”

Giorno’s obsession drives him. He is nothing without hope, there is always a way for him to achieve his goals. He doesn’t really understand why he keeps getting off track- his only love is justice, and hope, it doesn’t make any sense for his mind to cling to a human being. 

Humans are vile things, really.  His stepfather was evil, his mother was evil, his peers were evil- there was no good in humanity besides from him.

There are humans who are good, there’s just a lot of problems that need fixing before he feels comfortable saying that all of humanity hasn’t failed him. 

Giorno is often well intentioned; It kills him to see people go through what he did. If he had the ability to protect others from the fate he once had, why not? He just knows he can do better. There is always more to be done, always more to improve upon. Self betterment is the path to freeing the soul. 

That has nothing to do with his methods, or his real opinion on the majority of people.

Giorno’s dream is to protect the innocent, above all else. 

His misanthropic point of view still seeps into the way he handles most situations. Passione hasn’t had a single slip up in many, many years. Having faith in your own men, and having faith that everyone other than your possessions will do what they can to get up in the world is a bit depressing, but it’s been working. 

As long as his possessions adore him, they won’t leave for something better. Not that you could leave Passione, betrayal means death, but Giorno will do everything in his power to not feel the sting of being left alone.

Giorno is most comfortable when he knows he has everyone in the room wrapped around his well manicured pinky finger. He doesn’t particularly mind playing into their fantasies, or allowing them a sense of control. You can think that you’re the boss in your relationship with Giorrno, but that’s never going to be true, even if you’re physically stronger than him. 

You probably think you are, too. Bodyguards are meant to be strong, it’s a part of the job description- why would someone strong hire three bodyguards? Giorno’s lack of height and subtle muscle make him look like he isn’t a threat, you might compare his body to a ballerina. A weapon would work against him, maybe… if it didn’t turn into a small animal every time you picked one up without asking for permission first. 

Giorno will often play damsel in distress to get what he wants. Even if it isn’t his preference, he’s fine with taking on whatever role he needs to take in order to maintain control. 

He keeps Guido happy by pretending to be considerably more delicate than he really is. He’s easily frightened, and happy to play into Guido’s need to be needed. He showers him with praise fairly often- and will do the same to you, if you react well enough. 

Giorno keeps Sheila E happy by allowing her to ask him as many questions as she’d like. She’s still young- a little bit of curiosity won’t kill him. Why, when he was her age, he was probably more curious. No harm done, it’s nice to stimulate himself with questions he normally wouldn’t think of. 

Those two are easy to please. He… doesn’t know how to keep you happy, yet. The last thing he needs is a resentful bodyguard. Attention, money, affection, and basic human needs are all bartering chips to Giorno. 

He doesn’t want to kiss you on the cheek, it makes him feel easy, but if you want special attention, and that’s the way to get you obsessed with him, fine. Run your hand over his stomach and watch him purr. He’ll fool around with you for a little bit, but he stops you before it can go any further. You’re his bodyguard, this is so inappropriate… If you think you can move on from this and go back to just watching him, let’s just pretend this never happened.

When you come in the next day, he trails his index finger down your spine, and smiles at the way you shiver for him.

Success. 

He seems like the prissy type, you think. Like he’d die if he got dirty or his hair was out of place. You’re just joking, it’s a way to pass the time while you’re at work… you can’t help but smile at the lack of dirt under his fingers despite handling plants all day. 

Giorno smiles back, eager to know what could possibly be making your lips curl up into a smile. 

“Do you like her? She’s gotten so big, lately. I think it’s all the attention I’ve been giving her.” 

Giorno is referring to the philodendron in his arms- a rather large pot with a clingy pile of vines sitting in the dirt. It’s his favorite at the moment, seeing it sprawled out always seems to put him in a good mood. 

“She’s great, sir.” You respond. You’re not really meant to talk to him too much- a bit of advice from Guido rings in your ears whenever Giorno attempts conversation with you.

‘When you’re watching him, you should watch the room, rather than him… it’s kinda easy to get lost in staring. Dude’s pretty.’ 

… You kind of see his point. 

Giorno has all the power in the world. He is life itself. He forbids evil from reaching the truth. But he’s soft, isn’t he. He needs someone to watch over him, to protect him. 

Maybe you’re content with a job like this. It’s not like he’s an awful boss. 

Giorno has always felt like a bird in a cage, placed next to a big window. Just out of reach of his fantasies. He won’t allow anything to be out of his reach, now that he’s free. 

Giorno won’t take what is not his. You have a choice, even if it’s clear what you should be picking. 

His hand rests on top of yours. You’re holding his fingers, and just placed a kiss to his porcelain skin. It’s meant to be symbolic- becoming a formal member of passione and a long-term bodyguard instead of part time is a fairly big deal. 

The words ‘freedom’ and ‘fate’ ring in Giorno’s ears. They aren’t foreign subjects to him. Fate has always been his, and freedom is something he’s always wanted. 

“You’ve become mine, my beloved.” He coos. You might feel your face heating up at such a statement. 

He plans on keeping you now that you’re officially one of his possessions. Your owner is not the one who rests in your bed, but the one who disrupts your sleeping schedule. 

Giorno isn’t sure what to do with himself when he finds himself wanting to be yours instead of the other way around. 

He’d let you take him. He fantasizes about it often- sometimes while you’re on the other side of his door, unaware that he’s touching himself to the thought of you being even slightly possessive towards him. 

You’re already his. He owns you, body and soul, there’s no question about it, but he wants you to want him, and not just in the physically attractive sense. Well. Right now he means in the physically attractive sense. 

What does it matter, though? Of course you’re his, you’re a living being. As far as Giorno’s concerned, life is his, and he is life’s. 

Oh, God, shut up. He can’t think about the technicalities, he’s too busy shoving his fingers into himself and trying to imagine what sort of tone you’d take with him- Would it be loving? Would you be firm? Would you scold him for looking at another? He needs it, he can’t live without it, devote yourself to him and expect a level of access to him in return, he’d happily slut himself out if it was for you and you alone-

You knocking takes him out of the mood entirely. His hands shoot out of his pants, and he backs himself up against the door to make sure you don’t come in.

“Yes, dearest?” He’s trembling. 

“Just making sure you’re alright, I haven’t heard you make any noise in a while…” 

“Oh! I’m fine, I was just… reading, and now I’m getting changed…”

Giorno has a habit of talking when he’s nervous, on those rare occasions, so him choking up like this is entirely unprecedented.

He makes a mental vow to never let you witness him like that again. 

You’re not really sure how you ended up moving with him into his new house.

It’s not like you’re the best person for the job. A live-in bodyguard is a lot more than what you originally signed up for, and when you voice this complaint, Giorno doesn’t seem to take it into account. 

He sighs a little, and makes a gentle reminder: You do as he says, and this is what he is commanding you to do. 

It’s not so bad living in a big house where all you ever do is make sure Giorno doesn’t drop dead. You’ve adjusted well to it, but it’s had it’s ups and downs. 

He’s gotten a lot more attentive, something you have mixed feelings on. 

Should you choose to hide from his ever-present stare, Giorno would pretend to not be able to find you, but speak.

“It’s instinct to fear what you do not understand. Your body serves you very well, darling.”

He opens the closet, where you obviously are not. 

“But I mean you no harm. You are very precious to me.”

The door shuts, and he flicks the lamp off- the only non-natural light in the room. The moon is full, and the curtains are always pulled back- Giorno loves the sun.

His eyes have already adjusted, but he’s sure yours have not.

“Let’s stop playing for tonight, dear. I’ll let you keep that hiding spot provided you return to me in ten seconds. I’ll even close my eyes.”

He starts to count out loud.

“Ten, nine…”

Oh God. What should you do? He’s pissed- you know it.

“Eight, seven, six.”

It’s better to obey. Just give in. You’re not risking his stand pulling you out by your hair again.

“Five, four…”

As you start to crawl out, you wince at the light coming back on.

There’s nothing on his face, not even a smile. The way he looks down at you as if it’s his rightful position is something you’ve become accustomed to, but it still hurts.

[ophelian-darling]

hiiii!! can you write something with giorno with prompts 46 and 63? in which giorno lets darling out after months to meet up with some old friends (of course he has to be there too) and one of them (either girl or boy, it's up to you) is wayyyy too touchy with darling? and he gets jealous and possessive, wanting to go home as soon as possible.

and darling tries to calm him down, telling him that she only loves him and they cuddle & kiss aajahhaaha

you can also do it with gn reader, but i would like female. how you are more comfortable with!! much love <3

"I don't like them, don't ask me to be nice"

"A friend ? you call them a friend when they have their hands and eyes all over your body ?"

TW: Jealousy, Obsession, Possessiveness, Implied emotional manipulation.

enjoy ♡

The room basked in a warm shade of morning sun; casting its joy through the air to your smiling face as you stood in front of the vanity mirror, admiring your dolled reflection with glinting eyes. Giorno blessed your morning with good tidings: you were finally allowed to go out- not exactly what he told you, but it meant having some gentle breeze and sunshine caresses nonetheless.

Your Sweetheart said that he had an important matter to attend to, and it would be nice if you accompanied him (There was no way you'd refuse, memorizing the corners of the Villa exhausted your mind) and you gladly accepted. He mentioned the presence of his most trusted subordinates and close friends, and you couldn't be happier, a sweet excitement blinking in your eyes.

"Aren't you the prettiest?" it fell from his tongue, sugary in words and adoring in tone. Everything he says casted a certain magic on you that made you forget how intolerable he was with his jealousy and strict with his instructions concerning you: from your clothing, choice of words and comportment. Blamed be anything that pulled on the strings of his head whenever it was about you: other people's stares, pricks of the tiniest thorn or could be even a drift of air; to him, you were something that meant to be put on a pedestal, more of a porcelain marionette that its sob was a shatter. 

A shy smile toned your lips while a heat bloomed on your cheeks. These simple words felt like a pink cloud; soft and loving in a way so special another human couldn't know how to offer. Despite all of his thorns, Giorno carried a constant love for you, for all your flaws and each speck of dust you stepped on, for every breath you took and word you uttered. His tiring Jealousy was dark, but a side to the brightness of his affection's moon; none of it was out of pure malice.

He plastered a quick kiss to your cheek "We're not going to take long, just five minutes and we will come back home again. If you're a good girl, I'll consider taking you somewhere nice" 

You nodded. the same dreamy smile contouring your face with warmth. 

"Buongiorno, Don Giovanna!" a brunette greeted, with a soft voice of a spring rain. as you both stepped into the small orchard, her appearance welcomed you next.

Lovely. She was lovely, in every letter of the word and in every meaning of a tongue. 

Her skin, tan as a cloud's shadow, glowed under the morning's sun, refined as fine silk and smooth as fair sand. Her eyes sang for most of her loveliness- sorrel shade of brown, one of a rosewood or an orchid flower. you couldn't help but to stare. she smiled at you, revealing a row of pearls in her mouth.

"Welcome, Signora Giovanna, it's a pleasure to see you at last!" she swan gracefully, showing her full front; up from her amphora-shaped neck, middling to her tender cleavage and down to her hips that wrapped felinely under a pencil skirt.

Your shy smile must have conveyed something else for her. as she extended her hand for you, you took it a little stronger than you intended, causing her to pull you a little bit closer as to ease your nerves with a friendly gesture. Now looking at her through a distance she deserved to be beheld at, you noticed how a dark mole complimented under her left eye, as if it was a speck of black pearl's dust.

"Nice to see you Belladonna" 

"T-thank you" you gave her another grateful smile. 

"You're as pretty as I heard. no wonder that the Don is being such a genie" she chuckled, pulling on your heartstrings even more "He has quite a fair treasure. you're really something yourself, Signora" 

A laugh was all that you had to offer, words on your tongue weren't enough to mirror her flattery, one that kissed heat on your cheeks. She was just so sweet. 

"Tesorina?" It jumped to your attention now that her hand was still on yours. 

You glanced at your side, where Giorno stood up: his face twisted into sullen lineaments, green eyes darkened just a tad under. you conned all of his expressions as much as you remembered the palm of your hand; your heart sank at how a pleasant walk outside was bound to be ruined from the very first minutes, all thanks to a woman you barely knew. 

He pursed his lips in one tight line. as he ushered with his head to his side, you caught the drift and walked up to him.

"We're going home, now" 

"You do seem eager to gloat yourself in other people's attention, as if I don't give you enough already" 

"She was just being nice! none of what you're thinking was actually happening!" 

"Now having the audacity to lie in my face and deny what I've seen?!" 

"Nothing actually happened!" your hands flew around your head, while you did your best to compose your tone to be still. While he maintained his own anger at times you argued, he didn't want to hear your voice get louder at him in return. experiencing quarrels with him many times before, you knew that you were able to pacify things from your side by not fighting back, and saying what he wanted to hear the most.

"Gio…" you drew a meek smile "I don't have eyes on her at all. in fact, I don't see anyone else aside from you" 

His face remained still, clearly unimpressed by your words. you had to try better than this, and taking a step closer to him would start it.

"I'm really sorry if you've seen something you didn't like, but please believe me when I say that she didn't do anything direct to me, nor did I like her in any sense. She was just acting like a friend" 

He quirked an eyebrow "A friend? you call her a friend when she has her hands and eyes all over your body? you can't be this naive"

You felt a flutter in your heart. surely his paranoia was concerning ; yet you couldn't help but to feel a pang of guilt at letting him think that you weren't interested in him anymore. The idea of you preferring someone else over him was still carved in his head, and probably will never be erased unless you manage to prove your true loyalty to him. 

"Did she? I didn't notice at all. but can you please be a little nicer next time in front of others? it was rude to treat someone like that" you rested your palms on his shoulders, now looking straight through his eyes.

"Don't ask me to be nice, everyone knows who you are and who I am. I don't like how she expects you to simply speak to her as if you aren't my wife" 

"Aww!" you just laughed, planting a kiss in hopes of softening his rigid face. He is handsome- a smile on his lips meant a heaven full of stars to you.

Warmly, he enveloped you in a tender embrace, thumbs cosseting the sides of your cheek. You let yourself melt in his form, feeling his lulling pulse and kneading lips on your ribs and face, never feeling so revered than ever. 

The description of the female character included in this piece was inspired from this oc.

[mrsgiovanna]

Priceless Acquisitions (Yan!Don Giovanna x reader)

A slightly longer version of a drabble. Unhinged Don Giovanna, barely any interaction between Giorno and the reader

Warnings: kidnapping, obsessive behavior, implied minor character death, general yandere behaviors,

Prompt: She's so pure… the last pure thing in this dirty, filthy world

Word count: 2k

It all started when you had chosen to intervene that day. It was a day like any other, you rose early, took care of your meandering morning routine and had started making your way to work. Naples hadn't looked more beautiful in all her springtime glory, but the owner of a pair of emerald eyes begged to differ when his gaze had fallen on you. Giorno had watched you intently from his vantage point at the rooftop cafe he liked to frequent on mornings like those. He appreciated the birds-eye view, like a deity overlooking his pantheon, he watched the hustle and bustle and spotted you darting your way through the crowd when you had stopped abruptly, your gaze being caught by something he couldn't quite discern. He had set down the mocha latte he'd been nursing and concentrated at the scene unfolding below him.

You had seen your fair share of atrocities that had taken place under that beautiful Neapolitan sky, each had irked you more than the last, but when you had seen a child almost snatched by someone who looked like a tourist, your body moved to intervene before your mind could rationalize the action. It was a simple action, in a crowded place like that, any inkling that you had known the child would have spooked off the potential kidnapper. Blissfully unaware of the doom she was spared, the little girl had run off towards an older woman with outstretched arms, chants of Nonna in her tiny voice mingling with the noisy surroundings. You watched as they walked off, ensuring that she was safe before you had resumed your trip to work.

The irony of it all, the simple act of saving an innocent had sealed your own fate… transfixed by the events that unfolded below him, rooted to that spot, Giorno’s interest was piqued, for the first time in years he was moved by the actions of another. Dropping a hundred euro bill on the table the don had finally exited the establishment, the barista followed at a safe distance in order to flip the sign indicating that the place was now open to the public, having been closed on account of Giorno's presence. He hardly dwelled in public spaces, the few choice areas that he had chosen to frequent were under express instructions to remain closed off to the public while Giorno was there, of course, it was for his own safety, but I left him feeling isolated nonetheless… Although he was no stranger to this… his entire life had been one isolated existence after another, save for one bizarre week in 2001, however, even that was short-lived…

Still thinking about what had happened a few moments ago, he had sent a few instructions to his consigliere to take care of the stray vermin that had managed to escape his new regime undetected, and had trusted that his wishes would be carried out, of that he was certain. The thing that posed a challenge to him though, was you. Reminded of both himself and his savior and being a firm believer in the power of shaping one's own destiny, his renewed resolve revolved around getting to know you. Any other intel gathering mission would have been passed on to an underling, this time, however, he had taken on the task himself. After a few days of relentless searching and pouring over videos of you going about your day in his free time, he had felt confident that he had your routine pinned down to its finest details. He knew his interest had bordered on obsession, he saw it in the way Mista and Fugo had guarded themselves when the topic of you had come up in their conversations. But none of that mattered, he was too far in to back out, too invested to give up, too taken with you to go back to life before he encountered you…

His stage was set, with all the world's citizens serving as his marionettes, all that was left now was to insidiously insert himself into all the facets of your life… for one as charming as he, that was the easy part, or so he thought… what he wasn't banking on was your fighting spirit, that had resisted him at every turn. It was infuriating. He was so accustomed to getting his way in the years that he had been leading Passione, he was at a loss when his charming advances had all failed to make an impression. His failure had spurned him on and soon there was not a minute in your day that Giorno was not aware of… which had brought its own problems. For all intents and purposes, Giorna was a fair man… his methods may have left some room for questioning, however, there weren't many who could question his ideals… so when he had seen you ensconced in the arms of another, his moral dilemma wouldn't be one that had an easy answer.

It was the brightest summer morning and Giorno had gone to his favourite coffee spot, the one you would pass by on your morning walk before you had gone to work. It was seven-forty-five when Giorno had lifted his head from his phone and had laid eyes on you with them. His thoughts had become erratic, trying to conjure up reasons for your interaction to the nature of the relationship until that kiss had put all of those thoughts to rest.

Silence… both in his mind and his surroundings. As if a wave had come crashing over his psyche, his eyes had darkened. Why was he limiting himself to the ordinary methods of acquiring you when both you and he were the furthest things from ordinary? He turned his attention back to his phone and sent a few messages to enact his plan. In order for this to work, he would need to know your whereabouts with pinpoint accuracy… a small task he initiated immediately as he used his ability to morph the tracking dot into a ladybug and had it settle into your bag just before you and your partner could disappear around the corner.

Blissfully unaware that your fate had already been sealed, you and your love had walked through the streets of Naples, enjoying the warm summer sunshine.

"So, has that guy ever tried his luck with you again?"

"Which guy?"

"Y'know, the well dressed one, dripping with swag… I bet just one of his watches costs more than my salary for a year…"

"None of that matters, I haven't seen him in a few days… Maybe the police finally listened to me… I don't know, I'm just happy I can go about my day unhindered," you had mused before branching off towards your office block. The day had gone by uneventfully, however, you couldn’t shake off the feeling that you were being watched.

You were just about to end work when you received a phone call from your partner, asking you to meet them for dinner. It was a short distance from your office so you suggested meeting them there. The sun had just started to go down when you had stepped outside and the air was warm and balmy from the day. A gentle breeze carrying a fresh, earthy scent blew as you walked down the street. It caught your attention because the smell felt out of place for all the bustling activity around you. You had arrived at the restaurant and saw that your partner wasn’t there, which you didn't think much of as you were ushered into a seat by the maitre’d. He wasn’t the person you were accustomed to seeing at the door. He was extremely tall, and had the most interesting, yet unsettling eyes you had ever seen, crimson irises affixed in obsidian. All your instincts had told you to leave, but you had ignored your better judgment and continued to wait. Your eyes wandered around the establishment and you realized that you didn't recognise any of the staff that were currently on duty.

Probably new owners… you thought, paging through a drinks menu. Settling on a glass of water, you had ordered your drink, and waited patiently still taking in your surroundings. You were one of the few patrons in there, and felt a little uneasy each time you locked eyes with the maitre'd. Suddenly, you had become hyper aware of the sensation of your blood flowing through your veins, rushing in your ears.

Run

You willed yourself to stand but you had felt as if all the energy had been sapped from your body at once and then darkness.

A few moments had passed when Giorno had emerged from the back entrance, shedding his bloodied long coat and gloves, haphazardly tossing the items towards one of his men.

"Nero, is it done?"

The tall man looked in his Don's direction and nodded wordlessly.

"Good, remember, nobody learns about the events of today…"

"Dead men tell no tales, it's best you leave soon before rousing any suspicion,"

With a curt nod, Giorno had lifted you into his arms and gently carried you to the waiting car before speeding off to an unknown location. His hands ghosted over your face as if the mere action of touching you would cause you to vanish into a plume of smoke, but you were there, in the flesh, with all the obstacles that prevented him from being with you, eliminated.

He was a man who had rarely smiled but he could help himself as he mused thought about how flawlessly his plan had been executed. His consigliere had tentatively rolled down the partition to signal that they had arrived at the destination, and after passing through many layers of security Giorno had carefully placed you in your new bed. He gazed around the room with a barely-there smile, thankful that he had had the sense to incorporate some of your own belongings into the decor. Even though he retained a few knicknacks from your tiny apartment, easily acquired during your workday, his taste was evident in every detail of the room, from its high ceilings to the gilded details to the Egyptian cotton that you were now bundled in… nothing was too lavish. For too long he had been deprived and sought to make up for that time by unadulterated indulgence on the finer things in life. Your wardrobe had been filled with the most beautiful clothes and your bathroom stocked with the best care products. There was nothing that you could have wanted upon awakening. His position as don of Passione had also ensured that he had allies that possessed some of the strongest stand abilities known. His influence had spread and he built his network in tandem with a few other key players in Italy and Europe, and together, they had ruled from the shadows while maintaining a facade of reckless, privileged youth. He glanced at your form once more before leaving you to tend to the rest of his plans.

"Are… are you sure you want to go through with this Giovanna?" His Sicilian counterpart examined him with a hard stare, before tossing him a vial of ruby coloured liquid. Giorno turned it over in his hand a few times before setting it aside to pour them both a drink.

"Weren't you the one who suggested this? Didn't you take advantage of your crafty consiglieres' stand ability to acquire yourself a pretty little thing only a short while ago? Why do you look so concerned now?"

"I honestly didn't think you were crazy enough to do it… it was all fun and games until you took the bait and ruined my entertainment… although, annihilating that poor bastard was a step too far, even for you, no?" Giorno let out a mirthless laugh.

"Rich coming from someone they call 'The Reaper'," both men laughed before Giorno continued. "She's so pure… the last pure thing in this dirty, filthy world, I'll do anything to preserve that… anyway, salut,"

"What are we drinking to?"

Giorno thought for a moment, mulling over all godless things he'd done to get you under his control.

"To priceless acquisitions?"

His friend smiled and clinked his glass before reciprocating.

"May they always remain ours."

[thornybubbles]

Yandere JoJo Headcanons: What Makes Them Dangerous (Giorno Giovanna)

There are many, many things that make Giorno a dangerous yandere. From the personality traits he gets from his father to him being the leader of Italy’s mafia, Giorno is set up to be a threat no matter what. Once Giorno has set his heart on making you his, there’s not much you can do. If you run, he’ll track you down and use his criminal ties to prevent you from leaving the country. You might evade him for a while, but you won’t get far. 

Is it a previous relationship that keeps you from him? He’ll take care of that, too. Paying a shady pharmacist off to tamper with your lover’s medication should do the trick. Or he could simply have them disappear. He’s had lots of people that cross him "disappear" in the past. He’s become an expert in that sort of thing over the years. And don’t bother going to the police. He owns them too. 

It’s far easier to just give into his charm and let him lock you away to live in luxury for the rest of your life. It’s not so bad. You have a whole island all to yourself. You won’t be lonely either. Even if Giorno is working, Polnareff is there. Poor man may be stuck as a turtle, but he can still be there to listen to you if you want to talk. Trish and Mista will come by to check on you and hang out if you need that. Though, don’t think that you’ll be able to convince any of them to help you escape. Giorno has told them that it isn’t safe for you anywhere else and they are nothing if not loyal to him. This goes double for any of the guards and staff at the villa that serves as your gilded cage. Not only are they loyal to Giorno, but they have a healthy fear of him as well. They know full well what will happen to them if they help you escape. They aren’t risking it for you, no matter how much you beg, plead, threaten, or bargain.  With yandere Giorno after you, you’re trapped with no chance of returning to your old way of life. But there’s pesto shrimp and wine for supper! Or anything else that you want. Fine dining, jewelry, designer clothing, top notch electronics (heavily monitored and with limited range, of course) are at your fingertips. Just snap your fingers, and Giorno will have the whole world at your feet if you want that. So do you really want to leave?

[yachiblanca]

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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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?

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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.

[yanderememes]

Jojo house when Darling tries to excuse their escape attempt as a joke

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never let them know your next move

[married-to-google-translater]

Yandere Giorno Giovanna headcanon

Giorno is a determined, clingy and overprotective yandere.

There are not many people who have loved him in his lifetime.

So when he finally finds one Giorno is happy.

Starts innocently but quickly turns dark.

Lots of cute pet names.

Even if you don't notice it.

Giorno is part of the mafia.

He is afraid that something bad might happen to you because of it.

And he couldn't live with himself if that was true.

An abduction would be very likely at an early stage.

That would be the best way to make sure you are safe 24/7.

Of course, Girono warns that you might not "appreciate" it right away.

But he's sure you'll understand eventually.

Escape would be difficult.

At least two people are watching you every single second.

So it doesn't really work out.

But if you managed to escape Giorno would find you quickly.

he's a "I'm really disappointed in you" kind of yandere.

Giorno would not be above punishment.

But he hates them.

He hates that you are sad because of him.

Maybe just taking the luxuries away.

If he has to hurt you physically Giorno would be sorry.

He might heal you faster if you behave well.

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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.

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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.”

[shineonyoucrazyyandere]

Hello, I did not want to disturb but I wanted to know how the stands of Bucci-Gang + Trish and Diavolo would behave in front of their beloved?Since they are manifestations of his soul, they would also show his Yandere side, sorry if it is a lot of work and I love how you write

*just so everyone knows I keep a lot of asks and hope to eventually write them later if I really like the concept…even if it may literally take an eternity to get to them*

So since this is Yandere focused I’m going to lean on that, but you’ll get to see the expressions of obsession as I write.

Yandere Bucciarati Group + Diavolo and Trish’s stands reacting to their darling

Bruno Bucciarati

Generally speaking Sticky Fingers particularly seems to “stand guard” around you. It’s fingers sometimes float across your skin, gentle touching. But at a moments notice is quick to use its ability if Bruno even suspects you trying to escape or pull something. There are times where you feel it grab your arm and drag you closer to its master.

Leone Abbacchio

Since his stand doesn’t really have offensive capabilities, it tends to like also hanging around you. Though if Abbacchio really insists on you not leaving his side, Moody Blues will do its best to keep you still. If he decides to use his ability depending on where you’re at, it does it relatively quickly and quick to pause with precision if it’s something like seeing your face sleeping at night. Simply watching you seems to be one of its favorite things to engage in.

Guido Mista

The Sex Pistols pretty much adore you, even the troublemaking number stops being a nuisance when you’re around. If you can see them, they insist on you feeding them when mealtime comes around. They may slightly pester Mista saying you’re better at doing so simply for holding food a certain angle. He enjoys this as much as the pistols do, and even if you can’t see them and feed them they still generally cheer when you’re around. if anyone outside the gang and Mista himself, they’ll end up reacting somewhat hostile. Snide or sarcastic remarks if someone tries to romance you.

They’ll also pester Mista if he hasn’t seen you in a few days due to a job or something he had to take care of on his own.

Narancia Ghirga

Aerosmith’s flight patterns seemingly change course a bit when you’re around Narancia. Out of protective instinct, it seems to fire it’s bullets/weapons more aggressive if you’re in any sort of immediate danger. Or if Narancia is tracking, Aerosmith seems to get a quick reading on you, fast. For some reason if the stand was used casually, the way it would fly around would be akin to something at an air show. Presenting the way Narancia may be excited to be with you.

Pannacotta Fugo

Purple Haze is interestingly affected by Fugo’s obsession for you. It stops obsessing over its arms, drooling minimizing to almost nothing. It’s aggression in battle nearly quadruples, out of getting rid of anything that Fugo considers a threat. So there’s times things may or may not get out of control or on the other end of the spectrum killing something with almost unusual precision . But it settles once knowing you’re safe, this may or may not exhaust Fugo occasionally. Under the surface Purple Haze would be pleased if you came to check on Fugo out of concern.

Giorno Giovanna

Gold Experience and Giorno are pretty much in sync almost constantly. It generally likes to express certain flowers that evidently have deep romantic meanings as a gift. It’ll daze you in a heartbeat if you try to sneak off somewhere, giving way to its stand master taking care of you for a few hours. Generally it seems to enjoy kissing your hand, and occasionally turning an object into a small animal for you. It doesn’t hesitate to turn something that you own into an animal to track down either if it means being in your presence again.

Aromatherapy is another thing it seems to do with plants, especially after Giorno figures out what your likes, dislikes, (and potential allergies) are.

Requiem is basically game over for any escape attempts with a stand, and even if you’re hesitant takes some effort to try and comfort you. Caresses and touches that would be comforting in a normal context that’s not having you run in terror from a mafioso.

Diavolo

Due to his violent tendencies and tactics, King Crimson is intense in presenting Diavolo’s dark desires. It’s touches are tight and unbelievably strong, that it tends to leave bruises on your body. Erasing time is smooth and precise, inducing confusion from trying to escape Diavolo. The stand is of course as impulsive as it’s stand master, your legs are broken or are knocked out as quick as your thoughts to wander.

Trish Una

Spice Girl has some impulsive traits that King Crimson does, as much as Trish probably doesn’t want to admit it. This stands intensity shines through sitting on your lap, arms around your neck. Not caring in the slightest if you can see it or not. It gives faint phantom kisses on your cheeks, and certainly uses its abilities to keep you in place no matter the area. It tends to also enjoy having you match Trish someway, even the smallest accessory it enjoys seeing Trish put on you to coordinate. Like you and her were meant to be.

[floatyflowers]

Diavolo from jjba x fragile daugther reader

Dark Platonic Father! Diavolo x Reader

Diavolo is on the go to eliminate anything related to his past as he believes it will help him grow as a human being.

He murders anyone whom he considers a threat to his identity even if it means his own family like Trish.

Except for one person...you.

He believes that you are the only one who deserves to be related to him in the past and present.

Even his stand, King Crimson, encourages your father's feeling of possessiveness.

Unfortunately, you were born weak and have fragile health, so with any type of stress, you would collapse.

You don't even have a stand to protect yourself from any danger.

The first time you saw Diavolo, you decided to avoid him as he made you feel uneasy.

Even while being in Vinegar Doppio, you felt more creeped up by the boy.

But Diavolo was unavoidable.

The mafia boss murdered your mother and friends then he kidnapped you.

Unfortunately, Diavolo doesn't know that Giorno is also obsessed with you but in a more romantic way.

[lliminall]

libera me, dies irae, requiem aeternam

[yandere!GER x reader x yandere!giorno]

word count: 1.8k

tags: fem reader, yandere, ignoring canon to make my silly little stories cooler, read a bunch of those poetry tiktok slideshows beforehand and now I think I can write like richard siken or something

In the dream, you wake up in the void. It’s the only dream there is, ever since he brought you here. The dream always begins the same.

There is nothing in the void. Not a body for you to kick and flail with, not a voice for you to call out. There is only you, floating, and the prickling sensation of something watching you all the while.

You learn to accept it. The emptiness. You learn to tell yourself that you’re only dreaming, that it will pass as it does every other time, that you can simply ignore the clawing, gnawing feeling that you are being watched with the intensity of a predator stalking the sole object of it’s attention. It works, even as you begin to hear echoing whispers of words you can’t quite make out.

The voice is distantly familiar, the smooth tenor being one that you hear nearly every day, since he brought you here. If it would just come closer, speak a bit more clearly, maybe you could finally make out the words it speaks to you. Maybe they would be familiar, too.

You learn to manage, in the void of the dream that’s always the same, until the night it changes.

When you wake in the dream, you are in his bed, in the room he brought you to. It’s quiet, dark, and when you turn to face the other side of the bed, he isn’t there (you don’t like to say his name). You think you’re awake, really awake, until you glance out the window and see that it’s black outside. Not black with the night. Not black in the absence of light. Black in the absence of anything.

Your skin prickles. You are being watched.

You roll back onto your side quickly and the sound of rustling sheets is the only noise in a room far too quiet. There is something in the room with you, a shape in the shadows at the far end, rigid and unmoving. Your eyes strain to adjust to the darkness. At the top of its form, where its head must be, two eyes stare back at you, wide and unblinking and nearly glowing. Blood rushes through your ears. Your body is frozen, and you cannot look away. The eyes pin you where you lay.

“You are always afraid,” it begins in the familiar voice, “when we meet.”

Your tongue is heavy in your throat. You couldn’t respond even if you knew what to say. The figure begins to move, the eyes and the blurry shape of its body stalking slowly along the lines of the wall. It’s stays within the darkest throws of shadow, approaching you as if you would bolt at the slightest startling movement. Maybe you would, if there was anywhere to go. If you could feel your fear-stricken legs under the sheets.

“You have no need to fear me,” it says. It’s mechanical voice seems to soften. “I could never harm you, as my user could never bear to cause you harm.”

White-knuckled fingers clutch the sheets to your chest, and you take a long steadying breath as you command your body to move, speak, anything.

“Wh-who-“ your halting voice begins. “Who are you?”

The figure comes to a stop across from your bed. It regards you quietly for a moment, it’s unblinking eyes flitting over your body, your fists, your face. How helpless you must look below it.

“I will never harm you,” it says, it’s voice hardened and determined. It’s making a promise to you. A vow. “I will never leave you. My devotion to you will never wane.”

It takes a step toward you and your fingers lock again. It stops before you by the bed.

“There is nothing and no one that can take you from me, or from my user.”

It leans over your body and in the dim light of the room you can finally make out its face. Its smooth, hardened features. The crown of its head. The arrow shape pressed into its brow and its piercing, doll-like eyes. A mimicry of a human being. Something only half-way there.

There is no heat coming from its skin, you realize as it nearly cages you in. There is no warmth, no coldness, as if it occupies no space at all.

“In every eventuality, in all of life’s diverging paths, I will keep my promises to you.” It raises a pale hand to your face, and you realize that you’re crying at it wipes a tear from your cheek with a single finger. Not warm. Not cold. Not quite there.

“You will understand,” it says, in a voice that’s softer somehow. “In time, you’ll come to understand why we do what we must. I’ll see to it.”

A trembling breath rattles through your chest. It raises its hand in front of your face and you see that there’s a flower between its fingers, small and delicate. It tucks the bloom into the folds of your hair.

“I will see to it. No matter how many times it takes.”

—

The tea in your cup is getting cold. The china has been switched out today for something more colorful and ornate. To match the coming spring season, you suppose. He always is attentive like that (you don’t like to say his name).

“Should I have another drink brought out for you?” he asks. His voice registers somewhere in the back of your mind. Smooth tenor. Not mechanic. Familiar, in more ways than one now.

You take a steadying breath. You remember waking up in his bed this morning. You remember feeling the residual warmth of his body on the sheets he had just left. You remember the sunlight filtering through the curtains and onto your skin.

You remember picking flower petals out of your hair and gagging over the sink. You’re awake. Not asleep. Not in the dream. Awake.

His hand slides into your peripheral and you hear the soft clinking of a knife as he spreads jam onto a pastry for you.

“Did you sleep well?” he asks.

The sunlight is warm on your skin. The scent of his coffee is light in the air. His hand dips into your view again to set the pastry onto your plate. You’re awake. You’re awake. You’re awake.

In the back of your mind you register his sigh. His hand comes to rest tentatively over yours, and you finally give him the eye contact he wants (you don’t like to look at him. You don’t like to speak to him or be touched by him or sit in the parlor and have breakfast with him either, but he doesn’t always give you the choice).

“You can tell me if you’re having trouble sleeping,” he says. “You know I’ll help in any way that I can.”

His blonde hair sits in perfect curls against his face. He’s trying, you can tell, to school his expression into something relaxed and amicable, but you can also tell it’s taking more of a strain than he would like you to see. You are driving him mad with worry. You know, because his face is beginning to look a lot like yours. Sunken, dark-eyed, bleak.

“I’m fine,” you say, and move your hand to take the biscuit from your plate. You begin to eat, finally, and his shoulders seem to relax a bit.

“I’ll bring home a supplement for you. Some melatonin, perhaps,” he says. “And you can tell me if there’s anything else you need.”

His voice is too familiar. But his hand was warm on top of yours and there’s sunlight in the windows and food in your mouth. Awake, awake, awake.

“Thank you,” you say, and raise the beautiful cup to your mouth. Your tea has gone cold.

—

Giorno wakes late into the night with a tug on his soul. His stand is out, and up to something.

He rolls to his side to see the stand crouched low, eyes locked on his, it’s face close to yours and it’s fingers threaded through your hair. It isn’t the first time he’s caught it like this.

The stand pets your hair in long, affectionate strokes, and you don’t stir under its ministrations. You had been so good for him that evening, sitting quietly at the dinner table as he sorted through paperwork, tucking yourself into bed and accepting the melatonin gummies he handed to you without fuss. He knows you’re only being so cooperative because you don’t have the energy to put on a stubborn face anymore. You haven’t been sleeping well since he brought you here.

The medicine seems to have done it’s work and then some. Giorno can see lines imprinted in the skin where your cheek was pressed into your pillow. Your hair is splayed around your head in a mess of a halo, and you don’t stir as he props himself up an elbow to better look at you.

They sit in silence, he and his stand, watching your peaceful visage. It isn’t an expression they often have the privileging of seeing any other time.

Giorno is often struck with the sense that are things going on beyond his awareness. That his stand, powerful and intelligent in ways he doesn’t yet comprehend, is pulling strings he cannot see. Often, he is struck with the sense that his ultimate weapon is not as well under his control as it allows him to believe.

The stand removes its hand from your hair and looks at him. The hand trails lightly across the length of your body, curving over the lines of your shoulder, your waist, ruffling the fabric at your hip. It watches him expectantly, and Giorno’s fingers twitch.

The stand removes its hand and Giorno raises his own, guilty like a child reaching out for what’s been forbidden. He starts at your shoulder, smoothing the sleeve of your shirt and feeling emboldened when you don’t so much as breath in response. He flattens his hand against your warm skin, brushing down the dip of your waist, the hard line of your hips, the soft flesh of your belly. There are inches between his chest and your body. It’s the closest he’s ever been to holding you.

His heart swells with adoration, every little interaction a blessing that renews his devotion to you. He looks at his stand that has not broken its line of sight with him, and wordlessly they come to their constant understanding.

More than anything, he wants to keep you safe. More than anything, he wants you to understand that he loves you, and selfishly he wants your love in return.

Giorno lays down beside you, his arm draped over your form. He thumbs at the sliver of skin where your shirt has ridden up over your belly, and trusts that whatever his stand may be doing, whatever hidden things lie outside of his control for the time being, it’s all being done for their sake. It’s all being done for your sake.

He closes his eyes and leaves you under the watch of his unblinking Requiem.

[ophelian-darling]

hello and welcome back! it’s really nice to hear that you plan on writing again… i’m so excited (°◡°♡) this is not a request per se, i would like to hear your thoughts on our illustrious yan! don giovanna. what sort of characteristic of his darling that caught his interest? perhaps with a short interactions that goes between them?

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TW: Obsession, Isolation.

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Giorno appreciates all shapes of beauty and considers them to be a blessing: the life of small creatures, the sun and its flowers; and there was the most alluring one: love. he secretly wishes for a taste of these pink tingles and warm feelings of belonging to someone- a tie that he needed the most. 

Love has always been a complicated emotion for him. During his childhood, he wasn't able to understand how someone can dedicate their whole souls and offer their precious hearts on a platter for someone, easily and wholeheartedly. however, the strange sensation would become too familiar later on. He doesn't know how and when- but it happened. The don didn't imagine that he'd be mad about someone else. 

It didn't take less than a smile for him to fall for you. it was the comely curve of your lips, the way you spilled your words regardless of what you said: so gentle and genial, too innocent for him to comprehend. a simple word from you swelled his heart with Warmth and yearning for something he didn't have- it was love. 

The moonlight fell across your features, dazzlingly beautiful as you listened to him; the blood under your skin heating with each soft word the Adonic don lets out.

"Have you ever seen something so beautiful yet you felt like it can't be yours, darling?" he asked, green eyes glinting as he regarded you, waiting for your answer. 

You thought for a moment: surely there were lots of pretty things you couldn't have (tangible things to be exact, an answer he obviously didn't wait for) but you ended up replying with a gentle smile"Plenty of things, but I'm used to the idea that I simply can't have everything to myself. this is life, after all" 

This is life, after all. Would you have mercy on him if you knew that your smile was the thing in question? it may seem selfish: the desire to take you away from everything and everyone, hold you and never let go of you, build your own world on his dreams and wishes… However, leaving you alone wasn't the best option either. 

"The feeling of dread when you can't have it is the worst, tesoro." Strangely enough, you noticed that gray flicker in his eyes…have you hurt him in a way without realizing it?!

"I am beyond blessed to have you understanding me even in my silence, yet at the same time I'm past agonized to not having you see the pain I feel everytime I look at you and can't have you all to myself."

He faintly remembers something his mother had said. It was something about how falling in love was painfully sweet. He was a lonely child, watching his classmates of boys and girls chasing after each other while staying under a shadow. He had always thought that he's not worthy of such close connections and preferred to be alone. 

Even after overthrowing the Boss, taking over Passione and Italy as well as being blessed with the treasury of a king at such a young age, Giorno still aspires to live a maudlin experience of romance: the arrow of a first glance, the fever of a first touch and the sweetness of a kiss. None of whoever knew him -or claimed to know him- would recognize that hue of needing to love and hold onto someone; all of his ardency coffined under stoic countenance. 

Life never seemed to be so munificent and reverent till now. Not a pearl from his jewelry box, or a single diamond ornament on his fingers or hell- even the empery he owns is nothing compared to the blessing of you. It went so fast that he forgot what was exactly the spark that made him smitten: was it the glamour of your eyes? your balsamic voice? or that pure, merit heart of yours? Giorno couldn't tell, all he was able to confess was his undying love for the enchanting human he was only able to behold. 

As much as it is soothing to stare at you from afar, the lingering frustration of not getting your attention nagged at the elegant Don, so was the morbid Jealousy. Would a loving shepherd let their pristine lamb be consumed by the beasts?! no. He couldn't blame you for the eyes you lured; he was himself a bewitched lovelorn, but the way everyone had the freedom to look at you (or worse, interacting with you) was sheerly unacceptable. you had to be owned as soon as possible. 

For someone who's well versed in the art of deception and craftiness, naiveté and sincerity were highly treasured as lost traits- good traits that he wanted to see in someone -particularly a lover- who would bask in their guiltless love and clear affection as a source for warmth. and thankfully, you appeared in his life, both as a soulmate and a reminder of the still goodness in this cruel world. 

Nights were gruellingly long and cold. Even in a secured paradise of all riches and human wishes, the king found himself missing a counterpart. leading the organization was not a problem (and he wouldn't let you know about what's underneath the surface of this luxurious life, fearing that your feelings for him might shatter from the truth of his business's savagery) but the real issue was the realization that he can't bear all the weight alone. a syrupy 'Ciao Giorno!' was sweeter than any fruit or wine he could easily afford, the feeling of your lips on his was warmer than a ray of sunshine, the loving feeling of your hands was fonder than any of the softest feathers on his coats. thinking of you would escalate to writing so many folders of serenades, but there was one word that abridged your existence to him: amore. 

"How much do you love me, Amore mio?"

You grinned, widely opening your arms "this much!". 

"And how much do you love me, Gio?"

He didn't answer verbally. Cupping your cheeks mellowly, he sealed your lips with kisses, each one softer and sweller than the other. He knew your weaknesses well: the kisses and touches of his were a tasty philter you savored. 

"I can kiss you till your lips bleed"

"Please stay my innocent Amore forever"

[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...