#yandere golden wind

[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?”

[crusadingtonewbeyonds]

Yandere! Bruno Bucciaratti x Reader

Warning: Stalking, Obsession

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Bruno Bucciaratti is a man. Though he may give the illusion of a gentleman; he is truly an animalistic cave man on the inside. So when he felt the need to first start stalking Reader he did so with ease. Giving himself the illusion that this would be the limit of his feelings.

What a fool he was to think his love for Reader was only to that limit.

Once he started following Reader to their home, he quickly took note of the address and later plotted out any possible routes one would use to get to their home.

Once his obsession started he couldn't stop. He couldn't stop thinking about how he would make Reader to be just as 'affectionate' as he is. So he devised a plan to imprint himself on their everyday life.

Which he proudly did without the knowledge of his comrades. He would gladly tell them that he was finishing errands every so often as to not seem suspicious. Of course none of them saw it as a problem as the man himself was a sweet, caring and safe person.

Once the initial meet between the man and the prey person, Bucciaratti immediately started to fantasize on where the wedding would be, what their children's names will be, what position he would do the most.He would automatically agree that it would be a small wedding with only the Priest, Himself, and Reader.

Once he decides that just watching Reader out their window isn't enough to satisfy his thirst for them, he will use Sticky Fingers to let himself in through the wall. Once he is in he will flop down on their bed and try to find any fallen hairs that may help him with his collection of things he wants to have from them. He will take his leave once he grabs a few (a lot) more hairs and takes a good whiff of the scent scattered all around the area.

He is dying for the moment he can naturally meet them. Awaiting the moment for something bad to happen so he can rush in and save them. Like a Hero that he is.

[animeyanderelover]

Tw: Yandere themes, unhealthy mindset, unhealthy relationship, possessive behavior, obsession, delusion, clinginess, touchiness, stalking, control, manipulation, sabotage, bribing, guilt-tripping, isolation, jealousy, aggression, violence, drugging, abduction, death

Yandere Bucciarati Gang Hc’s

Bruno Bucciarati

🤐A mobster and the leader of his own squad, combined with Bruno being in general a very mature and intelligent man, makes him rather self-aware of his obsession with his darling. There is little to no doubt that he realizes when his feelings start gaining a rather unhealthy side to them. Being involved with Passione and possessing a naturally nurturing and compassionate side to him, Bucciarati is also a very protective individual who often looks out for you and your well-being. He always has enough time to listen and give some advice if you are distressed about something and doesn't mind to run an errand for you if you have little to no time to do it yourself. There is this manipulative streak he has on him and he will use it with the excuse that he only does it for your own good. He is good with people and looks out so much for you as it is so chances are good that you will consider his advice. With all the citizens praising him, this certainly isn't easier for his s/o.

🤐​He observes you and stalks you. You'll find him often around your neighborhood where he gladly helps the people living there and he never fails to greet you and ask you how you've been doing when he sees you. It isn't hard for him to quickly gain the favor and like from everyone in your district and whilst he offers his help for free, he has a hidden motive behind his friendly actions. He wants to get closer to people who see you daily and find out more about you and even minor things about you are memorized by him. There is this advantage he has by having people you're close to liking him since they will support him. After knowing each other for a while where he occasionally dropped hints already, Bucciarati starts making his move more obviously. He's very affectionate with his gestures and words that people tend to often confuse you for a couple already and he enjoys it. He's able to be more possessive himself but keeps it at bay as long as he isn't triggered.

🤐​As a sociable individual who gets along quickly with others, Bruno would find out soon about someone who fancies his darling more than they should. He's friends with your friends and your family so the chance that they inform him about suspecting someone else to like you is very likely. He isn't someone to believe mere rumors though, he needs to see it himself to confirm the gossip of someone else liking you. He is a tad bit more warily around someone who likes his s/o but if they acknowledge his relationship with you and are happy for you two, he will continue being friendly to them, even praise them for their resolve and selfless actions. He mostly gets jealous when you share a relationship with someone where both of you share meaningful gestures and you go to that person a lot for help and advice. That is his job and even if he knows that this relationship is platonic, he can't help the small jealous jab. He'd rather have a talk with you about his feelings.

🤐​Opposing to his kindness, Bucciarati has a ruthless and violent side to him. He doesn't hold the life of a gangster in high regards and wants to keep you out of it under all means necessary. As considerate as he might come over, the man is more than just capable to get rid of someone in your life. He isn't unnecassarily violent though, he's more fair with his judgement. He wouldn't hurt normal citizens unless they committed some serious crime that involved hurting you, they normally get away with a stern scolding and a few threats. As long as someone learns and stays away because they're scared of him, Bruno will let it go after a while. If someone from a rival gang attacks you, Bruno doesn't hold back though since he knows how the Mafia world works. If he feels genuine killing intent from someone, he'll return the favor by dismembering someone brutally. It's better to remove someone from your life before they can even hurt you after all.

🤐​The citizens already seem to adore you two and stand up for you two before he is even your official partner and sometimes it might just be a bit pressuring. Especially since his liking towards you is not hard to notice anymore at one point. You'll hear people around you so often mentioning what a fine young man Bruno is and that he is such a considerate gentleman. Once you two are a couple, things get a bit more suffocating since it's plain as day that even your own family supports the young man and loves him dearly. If you start feeling uncomfortable with the relationship, Bruno notices quickly and is just as fast to have a discussion with you to hopefully fix whatever is bothering you so you can start feeling more comfortable again. Honestly, he's capable to let you live your own life since he trusts you as long as he isn't proven otherwise. Even though he wants you two to move in together at one point. He grows more monitoring with time though, wants to know what you did when he was away for a bit.

🤐​He has the wish to move in with you and marry you soon even if he knows this might be too fast for you. He'll make sure that you're comfortable and happy in your new house with him though. Bruno is on a more lenient side. He trusts you and even leaves you the option to continue working even if he would be happy if his darling would just decide to take care of the house and let him be the provider of the house. Most of the time he is fairly sweet and considerate yet Bucciarati has a more controlling and strict side to him which is especially shown if you discover his occasion and his unhealthy behavior. He treats you with kindness and respect but expects the same from you and if you don't even show him the basic manners, he will tighten his hold and hinder your freedom. From scolding you and locking you inside a room like a child to even using his stand on you if you turn violent or can't keep your mouth shut. He's fair but also quite severe when he sees punishment fit for his darling and by now he might believe that he knows overall what is best for you. If you'd just behave yourself, he could be such a romantic partner for you so why don't you do both of you that favor?

Leone Abbacchio

🍷He is just as aware as his leader is yet he can’t even manage to live with it half as good as Bruno can. Instead his desire leaves him often with the feelings of shame and guilt as soon as he is left alone with his thoughts. He acts sort of rough when you are near him as he tries his best to ignore you and avoid you. He feels overwhelmed with his feelings and his desire, doubts that he’s worthy of love with the life he has and doesn’t want to risk getting you into danger. Yet the loneliness always hits him like bricks and it’s especially worse when he recalls how comfortable and warm he felt when you were near him, even if you didn’t talk with him. Initially he drowns his sorrow in alcohol before it becomes too much and he starts following behind you and protects you from a distance. The longing to have your gaze and attention on him eats him alive and if you work in a shop, he’ll make sure to be a daily customer.

🍷Very protective. He’s haunted by his past and still can’t forgive himself for getting his partner killed. Abbacchio knows that this city crawls with crimes and bad people and even if he failed already once, he wants to protect someone he loves this time. Even if it involves dirty methods. He’s often looming somewhere around the corner and when he has a restless and sleepless night, he always ends up walking to your house where he just spends the night sitting outside like some sort of somber guard dog. Even with his low opinion of himself, there is this undeniable longing he feels for you and your affection. He doesn’t have anyone besides Bruno, he’s terribly lonely and is frankly spoken only more miserable now when he isn’t near you. Due to his insecurities he would be all the more possessive and clingy once he is in a relationship with you.

🍷All his unworthy opinion about himself aside, Leone is someone who will feel jealous about anyone who you’re close too and are very affectionate with. It stirs from his own desires mainly as he can’t help but wish that he could be that person. You might not even know him much or see him in the same light, he knows that much but it doesn’t quench his longing nevertheless. He ends up quickly leaving the place if his heart can’t handle it which normally ends in a few empty bottles of wine. He despises it especially though if you two actually have some sort of interaction with each other and someone else interrupts. The rude glare and scowl on his face never stops appearing and if he’s feeling especially annoyed, he’ll let a rude comment slide. Even if he is your lover his jealousy doesn’t stop since his insecurities never disappeared in the first place. He’ll react more aggressive though since he’s also grown to be more possessive.

🍷There is not much of a problem for him to use violence though since he justifies it with the excuse that he is protecting the only good part of his life. He isn’t that much impulsive himself but tends to be more aggressive and feels easier threatened. It isn’t uncommon for him to throw aggressive insults at someone that triggers him nor is he opposed to throwing hands. The only thing that might hold him back from being violent is when you try to calm him down. Moody Blues makes it easy for him to track down someone and collect information if he suspects them. Abbacchio is simply more paranoid now that he knows of you as he is often worried that someone else will try to steal you away from him or that someone will hurt you. His paranoia may lead him into scaring someone quickly away if they did something wrong or even threaten those who just give him a bad feeling.

🍷​It is somewhat more likely for Abbacchio to kidnap his s/o given his paranoia. This sometimes irrational fear might sometimes simply consume him and get the better of him which leads to him acting according to his anxiety. He can't seem to let you go for the sake of his own selfish desire, he is basically a wounded dog with his past and the shit he has gone through. There is immense guilt when he actually kidnaps you though which leads to another few glasses of wine in an attempt to forget about everything. If you scream and yell at him, he just locks you away and leaves the house for a while until he has somewhat calmed down. Leone doesn't really want you to show you how vulnerable he can be so if he ends up really crying because it is too much for him to handle, you'll never be informed about it. Despite his messy life, he still tries to treat you well.

🍷​He pities himself sometimes with how miserable and lonely he tends to become when he isn't with you as he sits there and just uses Moody Blues to replay whatever you might have done multiple times in a row. He isn't really talkative but he adores it to hear you talking about things, mesmerized by your voice. His guilt and overall adoration he holds for his darling holds him back from ever physically hurting them though he will restrict them and tie them up if they try to escape him. Or he uses handcuffs from his time as a cop. When he accidentally says something that comes over too harsh, he feels immensely sorry for it but struggles to express his feelings. Abbacchio views himself as a coward because every time you two get in an argument or he does something to make you cry, he initially runs away to regain some sort of composure. The man is somewhat desperate to change your opinion about him even if he feels the same, tends to be more clingy and affectionate in an attempt to gain your pity and sympathy.

Pannacotta Fugo

🟣​Fugo is highly intelligent so he definitely is another person who picks up quickly on his feelings which are far from healthy. It complicates quite a few things for Fugo since he is a hot-headed young man and seems to suddenly hyper-focus on his darling because he realizes his obsession. Despite being very much aware, Fugo is also awfully possessive over his s/o which leads his more impulsive and violent side to come out far more often since he becomes prone to the feelings of jealousy and the need to have darling's attention. Even with his more violent side, Fugo tries to charm his darling as much as possible since he knows that his angry side wouldn't really appeal to them. If he isn't mad because of something, Fugo actually manages to be quite funny since he is intelligent and a very caring individual. He's the type to talk bad behind someone's back to you if he wants you to stay away from them.

🟣​He's great in memorizing things about you, sometimes gifts you a book or something else he knows that you enjoy a lot and is happy with the attention and affection he receives afterwards from you as a sign of gratitude. Fugo is the type who ends up isolating his darling a bit for multiple reasons. The first reason is simply because he hates having to share his darling with someone else since he is possessive and the second one is precisely because he knows that he can't tame his temper easily. There is the risk of accidentally letting Purple Haze out and he knows how dangerous his Stand is so for your own safety and to not commit mass murder, he keeps you rather isolated so he doesn't have a need to lose his temper. Very protective of his s/o, even if they should have a Stand themselves. If you sustain a wound, he is quick to bandage it and tries his best to not let you be a victim of his wrath. There is no intention to hurt you and he fears that he might get violent if he gets lost in his anger.

🟣​Fugo would initially think that he can't be that bad when it comes to jealousy but he is quickly proven wrong. He's far too possessive to not be affected and there is a small part of him that is envious that others can be so carefree since they don't have anger issues like he has, especially if you're a bit scared because he has such a bad temper. Fugo is openly selfish and wants your attention all to himself. Sure, you have friends and family, but even with them he sometimes struggles since he is greedy when it comes to his darling. Similar to Abbacchio he decides to storm away when he feels like he might lose control and is for a while after usually busy with letting his pent-up frustration and jealousy out on his surroundings with Purple Haze. Even if he is a bit envious of others, Fugo can also become rather arrogant and ends up trying to outdo someone else with his impressive knowledge in order to amaze you. He is mean and quick to criticize someone for even a small mistake.

🟣He's just brutal with the death he gives anyone unfortunate enough to be his victim. If someone tries to take you away from him, they're dead if they don't avoid you like the pest within his first warning which was already violent enough. If someone hurts you, he instantly hunts them down to murder them. Everyone will be reduced to mush if they try to hurt you or take you away from him and since he can turn quite unhinged when push comes to shove, he will willingly attack even friends and family of yours. ​Other members might have some sort of honor inside of them, Fugo doesn't. He's willing to do anything to have his darling by his side and if they avoid him and run away from him, he will end up killing even the people they cherish to ensure that he's the only one they have left. His love can be quite twisted and he knows that but he has resigned to this madness, will whisper in your ears what he could do to those you love if you attempt to leave him.

🟣​It is the final outcome at the end of the day since Fugo just can't keep his possessive longing and jealousy under control anymore at one point. By now you're the lid which manages to keep his anger within a certain range of control and if you aren't with him he tends to be even more ruthless with his outbursts. It is a decision Fugo makes himself at one point since he loves you too much and despises it whenever he catches you being with someone that isn't him. He plans it out though, most likely invites you over to do something with him which ends with you either being knocked out or drugged. A bit more extreme if you should prove to be too difficult for him to handle. You'll be locked up, tied to the bed, gagged if you don't behave that tongue of yours and he will tell you the things he could and would do for you which are basically just horror stories of him murdering your dear ones. There is something humiliating about him feeding you and being forced to ask for his permission to go to the toilet, Fugo enjoys it though.

🟣​If you struggle with your studies, Fugo ends up using that to his full advantage. He literally insists on helping you to study and is so persistent about it that you eventually cave in. It allows him to spend more private time with you and he hopes to impress you with his remarkable intelligence. Fugo luckily learns to keep his temper better under check when he is with you since his adoration holds him back from lashing out at you and if he senses that he's about to burst, he just leaves quickly to lose it somewhere else. If he snaps in front of you though it is quite scary. He shouts at you loudly and blames you, some rather hurtful words tend to leave his mouth as well. He apologizes usually after a while unless he thinks that you really deserved it. Might use his Stand to scare you a bit and he can be more physically violent, his darling might end up with a few bruises and in the worst case a broken leg. Call him a hypocrite for yelling at you that he could be so perfect for you if you would just let him whilst hurting you like this.

Narancia Ghirga

🧡​Narancia is possessive over his darling since he greatly fears to be left and betrayed by them just like he has been in the past. There is this certain paranoia he tends to have as soon as his s/o ignores him for a bit or spends time with someone else so he normally spends every waking second he has with them, if he has no missions that is. Narancia is very clingy and awfully touchy, his hands are constantly on you and he absolutely smothers you in his affection and constantly pleads for you to show him your love as well. Affection is so important for him since it helps him to feel more at ease and it is the easiest way to calm him down when he has a violent outburst. Narancia is also a rather delusional individual. Everything he does, he justifies with his love for you and he tends to misunderstand small and nice actions from your side easily as signs that you like him as well. Even if you tell him your feelings, he refuses to listen and comes up with excuses as a way to not have his heart broken.

🧡​Very obsessed and he doesn't have very much shame when he steals a few things from you and keeps them for himself. His favorites are clothes since they have your scent and he loves cuddling it at night and falling asleep and waking up with your scent. It doesn't compare to the real you but it's better than nothing. Whilst Narancia doesn't have a shrine, he is unnaturally careful with his little collection of stolen things and possessive over it as well. He doesn't let anyone else see it or touch it. The young boy is also willing to emotionally guilt-trip his s/o if something doesn't go the way he wants it to go. If you two somehow start an argument, it ends or starts with him crying and begging and pleading you to not leave him since he's been left before. He might even start to neglect taking good care of himself as a way to bring you back to care for him and spend time with him.

🧡​Similar to Fugo, Narancia is a bad attention-seeker and wants your attention solely on him and witnessing how you are friendly and sweet with others triggers his jealousy. Narancia, as delusional as he can be, sometimes feels a bit insecure about himself, especially if he notices that the other person is intelligent since he's conscious about his lack of education. He throws the biggest scene though. Not only will he start to cling to his darling, tug at their clothes, interrupt the interaction and whine about the lack of attention, he will also be hostile around the other person. He is foul-mouthed and violent if someone actually talks back and to avoid a catastrophe, you normally have to leave quickly with him. Staring too long at you with him noticing can already lead to a wrong assumption so he is quick to warn and threaten everyone to stay away from you. He tries to be more respectful around family but even then it takes only seconds for him to cling and signal you that he wants attention again.

🧡​He is prone to violence and it doesn't take much for him to feel triggered enough, someone who tries to be cozy with you or talks bad about either you or him since he is such a dumb child and not good enough is enough. He might already start throwing hands in public and the switch blades he carries around are definitely used to threaten and attack people more than just once. If he is truly mad though, he uses instantly Aerosmith to do the job for him. The young man is a bit in a frenzy when he is truly triggered and ends up destroying the vicinity alongside with his victim with his straightforward violence. If he uses his Stand, it means that he truly intends to kill someone which often includes people who betrayed you or attacked and/or hurt you. Committing such crimes when it comes to you is already like signing a death certificate.

🧡​If he ends up kidnapping his darling, it's in the heat of a desperate and paranoid moment. He's the complete opposite from Fugo who makes that decision and plans it out for a while. It is such a spontanous and rash decision of Narancia where he clumsily knocks you out whilst muttering apologies for hurting you. He is somewhat aware that this action will lead you to disliking him but his belief that you two can overcome this obstacle and go back to a loving relationship is still there. He'd hate to tie you up but if you try to attack him or try to run away, he'll have to restrict your movements somewhat. The mobster won't leave you alone though since he still craves to spend time with you and now has all the time in the world to be with you. Somehow he also thinks that he needs to insert his presence to get you used to him again. If you stop pushing him away, he'll promise you to undo the rope and even let you roam freely around the house.

🧡Definitely tries to break into your house more than just once. ​Since he is so lovestruck, gullible and naive the chances to manipulate him a bit aren't that unlikely. If his s/o just gives him the puppy eyes and showers him a bit in the affection he so dearly desires, he's open to fulfill them a wish of theirs. If you are happy it means you'll love him more after all. If the two of you are just alone, Narancia is really sweet to with you since he has no need to be mad if no one is around and you don't show him the cold shoulder or yell at him. Might ask you to coach him a bit in education and he tends to get quickly discouraged when he notices that you start to feel irritated when he doesn't understand something even if you've explained it to him already multiple times. Often brings you your favorite food and snacks, and he always tries to convince you to agree to feed each other, flowers or something else that caught his eye and that he could afford.

Guido Mista

🔫​Mista doesn't fully fit to be delusional nor is he all that aware either, he's somewhere in between those two things. Whilst he bears a certain understanding towards his obsession and realizes that some of the actions he takes are more creepy, such as stalking, he will just as much discard such worries. He isn't someone who likes to overthink, he is a simple man and sometimes doesn't have the nerve nor patience to fret over his obsession, not to mention that he justifies his more violent actions with the excuse of wanting to protect you. Mista is more of a stalker though as he finds himself somewhat bashful around his s/o and is initially a bit too flustered to talk to them. He gets so quickly nervous and isn't keen to embarrass himself in front of his darling. Give him a bit time to gain some composure and he'll be quick to approach you though since Mista is a very sociable person. He's even a bit more tactful, waits for you two to be a bit more close before he starts his casual flirting with you.

🔫​You're someone he holds very close to his heart and for that Mista has sworn to protect you and keep you away from harm under all means necessary, specifically if you are a normal citizen with no Stand. He knows that his affiliation with the mafia might end up in you becoming a target for the rival gang so he grows to always be a bit more cautious. Similar to Narancia, Mista ends up stealing a few of your things for himself. There is this small debatte whether or not he should do it but his obsessive side wins in the end before he quickly stuffs your personal belonging somewhere to take it back home with him. Very touchy and such a flirt once you get to know him properly. The man is sometimes downright shameless, throws an arm around your shoulder or comes up with a really corny pick-up line. Just because he is simple doesn't mean that he's dumb though, Mista sabotages some situations to his favor, mostly when he's jealous or concerned for your safety.

🔫​He comes over as quite laid-back and is actually somewhat considerate of the fact that you have other people in your life you're close with or you might simply be a very friendly and sociable person yourself. The Stand User tries to respect that as much as he can but he tends to get quickly uneasy if someone is more friendly with hugs and touches and flirty words themselves. He's quick to pull you back in such cases, an arm around your waist as he tries to appear taller and starts to act all tough whilst being quick to remind the person that he's your boyfriend with a rude glare. I'd advice to understand the hint and apologize because Mista will let it slide then, though he lets a rude comment or two slide within earshot of the other person. Talk back though and he is quick to commit a violent act and beat someone up, his darling has to do their best to calm him somewhat down and drag him quickly away.

🔫​Despite being around you quite nonchalant and laid-back, Mista can be rather fast to turn rude, ill-mannered and violent for the pettiest reasons at time. He gets especially upset if someone talks crap about you and insults you in any way in which case he never fails to throw hands. You have to be adored and loved in his eyes since you're lovely and unique and everyone who doesn't agree with him is on the safe path of getting beaten up. Capable and willing to kill for his darling and he is even delusional about it since it is to keep you safe. He's said himself that his stand Sex Pistols is perfect for assassination and he certainly proves that statement by successfully killing the threats who try to harm or hurt you. If someone bothers you, he's just as fast to take action so be careful with offhanded remarks such as someone listening too loudly to music since Mista will approach such a person and break personal belongings to make you more comfortable and happy.

🔫​He wouldn't be as prone as some others would be since Mista takes the relationship more easily as long as you aren't frightened because of his tendency to be violent and there is no big threat. He might even view kidnapping as a bit bothersome since it means that he'll end up scaring you. Quite obviously he wouldn't want to ruin the work he has done so far for you to gain your affection only to have you yelling and cussing at him. Kidnapping would only destroy the relationship, he knows that. He'd have to be triggered enough to decide to still do it. He isn't the greatest planner either, he decides to kidnap you and tries to think of a scheme whilst he is on his way to you. His lifestyle is probably a bit more messy so he has to tidy up a bit now that he has essentially another person he has to provide for but Mista doesn't mind as long as it means that you're healthy and well. Your rebellious act is expected but it doesn't stop him from complaining how you complicate things so much for both of you.

🔫​He's a bit of a pervert, you can sometimes tell from the way he grows very touchy or eyes you out of the corner of his eyes sometimes. One smack on his head is normally enough for him to stop though. Due to him being someone who just wants to live a normal life and enjoy himself, he usually is someone who keeps things rather simple. He enjoys a simple date or a picnic more than something fancy though if he realizes that you think that he isn't putting in the effort because you don't mean that much to him, he tries to step up his game. Mista might actually prefer his darling to be the more leading part in the relationship since he's more often nonchalant and just goes along with how they feel and what they want to do. His Stand adores you too and they constantly bother Mista with questions and requests to see you even if you can't see them which would make them a bit sad. The only thing he really begs you to do is to avoid anything with the number 4.

Giorno Giovanna

🐞​Giorno appears always rather serene and hardly seems to be very emotional yet he is quite possessive over his darling but is able to hide it quite well. His childhood has been a tragedy to say it nicely and on his journey to become the boss of Passione, he has lost precious comrades as well. Combine that with his obsession and you get a man who is secretly and silently longing desperatly to gain your love and affection. Giorno is more on a semi-delusional side himself. Whilst he knows that his position and the extent he'd be willing to go for you could end up scaring you, he also can't shake off the feeling that he's the only one who can really cherish, love and protect you like you deserve to. His position allows him to quickly gain all the information he wants to have. Family, job, hobbies, past relationships and whatever else his heart wants to know. Giorno wants to know everything about you so he can treat you the best.

🐞​He's a man who sabotages the strings behind the scene whenever he sees fit. There is this certain pride that holds the Don initially back since he would rather get closer to you the normal way, worm his way into your heart with his own charm. If someone tries to interfere or if you prove to be a bit more difficult though, he's quick to use his influence. He can make people disappear or get you into financial troubles and you'll have to go to him for help if you want to get out of this tricky situation. Giorno has his way with words as well, a sincere look in his eyes when he tells you gently that this person gives him a bad vibe and that you should be cautious. Who knows, later on there might really be an article in the newspaper that this person was arrested for being involved in some shady business. Above all, Giorno is extremely protective though and concerns himself constantly with your well-being. The neighborhood you live in will be watched and any form of danger will be instantly removed and if you struggle with your job because of money and stress, he'll make sure to have a word with your boss and take care of your financial problems.

🐞​If people would know who the person next to you is, they would probably be far too scared to interact with you at all. Giorno keeps his identity a secret for now though to not intimidate you and frighten you. The blond is very collected and calm throughout an event where someone might make him feel jealous. He gets most jealous when you are acting oddly sweet to someone since he didn't receive much affection throughout his childhood so he's slightly starved for affection. He doesn't butt in instantly and just waits for a few moments where he just looks at you and hopes that you realize it. If you are too engaged though, he ends up interrupting the interaction politely though he calls you instantly by a term of endearment and touches you more intimately to make it obvious that you're his lover. If you're too affectionate with someone who isn't him, he always feels a bit envious but he is confident that on the long run he has the influence to make someone avoid you if they relish too much in your affection.

🐞​It would be wise to not mess with his darling since that is just like messing with the don himself, especially considering how protective Giorno really is. As polite and gentle he is with you, the same treatment doesn't count for anyone else. Sure, he is polite but it doesn't go beyond that. If someone bothers you, bullies you or, worst of all, even attacks and hurts you it is over. Whoever inflicts harm on your mental or physical health will be swiftly taken care of accordingly and everything that might hurt you seemingly disappears over time. You have to be protected and adored and Giorno has made it his responsibility to see through that you will be adored and protected. It's more rare for him to kill someone personally, he has a lot of men waiting for his command so it's in most cases other members of Passione who commit criminal acts.

🐞​He always wanted you two to live together and he is busy arranging a villa for his darling. Somewhere more secluded with a huge garden and luxurious interior. His darling might just be shocked when they hear him asking this question after only a few months of dating. He calmly explains why he thinks that they should move in with him and that those few months of dating were a long time and that it isn't "too soon" to already take the relationship to the next step. He loves you and you love him after all. If you reject him once, he'll be displeased but will let it slide for a while before it really starts bothering him greatly. If convincing you doesn't work, he will simply use his position once again to his advantage. From suddenly not finding your keys to starting to feel like someone is following you, whatever means necessary to lure you to ask him if you can stay with him for a while. Only that once you enter this house, you won't leave it again. Don't worry, all of your personal belongings will be brought over soon.

🐞​It is a huge golden cage his darling ends up living in. The Don showers his s/o with lavish gifts and all earthly possessions they might want to have from clothes, to food, to jewels. Giorno is nothing short of sweet and doting himself with you, especially if you end up being scared of him. It is hard to have him openly show despair since he is such a calm individual around you. He sweet-talks a lot, tries to coax his darling into relaxing around him and soon with him. If you end up fighting against him as you are unable to understand how you're supposed to sit still whilst being locked inside a huge house, he'll even sit down with you and explain to you the advantages that come with living with him and having him as your lover. You'll never have to work again, he can protect you in here and he'll provide you with everything you want as long as it doesn't involve leaving him. Often gifts you flowers he made with his Stand or creates something else to lift your spirits a bit.

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NSFW CONTENT, MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!

Yan!Don Giovanna x Fem!Reader

Word count : 5,257

Contains : Smut

A/N : Holy request in wattpad🛐

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[kurimiaki]

for requests, I'd really love anything involving yan! bruno my meow meow<3

tw: yandere, implied death, delusional/obsessive behavior

There’s a dead man behind a dumpster, and you’re quite certain that you’re the only one to have witnessed his demise.

At first, you had thought it was an animal— the choking, gurgling, gasping sort of sound that had erupted from the obscured alleyway sounded anything but human. It wouldn’t be the first time a local dog or cat had been brutalized by the apex predator, usually a gaggle of drunk college boys— you were under no illusions as to the dangers of this neighborhood.

You had paused, gripped your satchel with the mind to run away, but someone barked the harsh, gritting words, ‘stay the fuck down’. It shocked you, how deeply baritone and cruel that sentence had been, how it viciously reverberated from the dark recesses of the alleyway and into the empty street, but still, you hadn’t thought this stranger could have been killing a man.

Brutally, at that. You only realized, in your skittish yet rationalizing state of mind, that those animals cries were from that of a human. There were silenced pleas, but for every cry for mercy you heard, a sickening crunch and squelch followed suit. It was endless, and it petrified you. The street had been totally devoid of civilization, not a single shop alight with life.

Your mother had provided you with a small knife before you moved, insistent that, no matter what happened, she was only a call away. That if someone was set on hurting you, to take that knife and don’t stop slicing or plunging until you’re safe. But you couldn’t move. You couldn’t have possibly dialed her, much less reach for that knife— it felt as if the slightest movement would attract that same violence to you.

A second voice had emerged, and in your fearful stupor, you were only able to differentiate it from the former’s barking by how gently the latter murmured. The sound of his voice frayed your nerves. It was almost a coo, so warm and unfit for such a ghastly event, inhuman, and it only was by your sudden whimper that man ceased his dulcet tone. At once, the instinctual urge to flee overcame you, to hide and secure yourself away from ever hearing those voices again.

You hadn’t heard them emerge from the alleyway, didn’t have the courage or grit to glance backwards, couldn’t bear to think of how unobscured your face had been, under the streetlight, as you hurriedly rounded the corner.

Crumbling into a cry, all your firmness and fortitude is for naught as you relay last nights events to Bruno. Warm sun caresses your cheeks through the cafe’s expansive windows, and even though he moves to cup your hands in his own, your entire being goes rigid with cold.

“This should not be your cross to bear, [Name]. Have you thought to report this to the authorities?”

Effort.

Bruno likes that word.

For nearly a year now, he’s been working on you, chipping away on what meager reservations you had to his presence, arduously working to guarantee him your heart. Bruno is not a man swayed to suit the preferences of others, and yet, you cannot fall for him as he is now. He’s placed so much effort into shielding you from his lifestyle, from the grit and blood and guts strewn about Naples’ underbelly, from the leering eyes of mafiosos and derelicts alike.

You’re a darling little thing. And Bruno treats you in kind, always will— but you require a particular type of care, meticulous and gentle, unending and attentive. It’s difficult to put words to the feeling that blossomed within him after receiving your teary call, nearly begging him for help, to come and comfort you. He often forgets himself, in his eagerness to make you his, to treat you well as you deserve. He’s blinded by your radiance, your sheening, emissive naïveté, finds it adorable. Last night’s close call was merely a reminder of how dangerous your innocence proves to be, how very often you teeter on the edge of self-incrimination.

If not for Bruno’s watchful eye, or the abrupt pause Sticky Fingers took at your faint presence, he would have let Abbachio handle you, continuing on with the job himself.

He’s glad you’ve yet to catch on, and is quite sure you never will, as you allow him to hold you. It’ll be alright, he coos, touching and fretting and caressing your shivering form, displaying his love for all other cafe patrons to witness, positioning himself in the role of a saint to the public eye. It’ll be alright, Bruno promises, as he ushers you out of the cafe and down towards the police station, acting as a model citizen rather than the capo he is, already preparing to spin a convincing act for the police he payed off not hours before your meeting.

[dilfartist]

Date night

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

Paring: Yandere Risotto x reader

"What did you name her?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[thornybubbles]

Blood Red String of Fate (Yandere Risotto x Reader)

Scenario: The reader discovers that they are Risotto’s soulmate. Risotto is thrilled. The reader is not. 

Warnings: Yandere themes, canon typical violence, kidnapping, attempted self harm, forced relationship, and other “fun” stuff. 

You thought that it was just a story; an urban legend spread between lovesick teens and desperate young adults. You never believed for a moment that the whole “red string of fate” thing was true. Soulmates didn’t exist. Relationships didn’t come into being from a whim of chance. You didn’t believe in destiny or naive notions of love at first sight. But all of that changed the day you woke up and found the seemingly endless crimson colored string tied to your pointer finger. It wasn’t endless, of course. You knew that it was attached to the finger of your soulmate (something that you believed to be a fairy tale only a day before). It horrified you, not because you had an aversion to love or the idea of it. It was just that you believed that love should be something that is a mutual choice between two people. It should never be something that was forced onto people by fate. But that wasn’t what had you feeling like your stomach was doing cartwheels. You could actually sense the person on the other end of the string. You could feel their thoughts, emotions, and their very presence as if they were in the room with you. What you felt from them appalled you. You could feel their love for you and it almost had you returning the sentiment, but the warm feeling it gave you was overshadowed by the strong possessiveness that you felt, too. This person, whoever they were, genuinely thought that the string being attached to you meant that they owned you. Not only that, but you could feel an overwhelming blood lust and violence coming from them. Whoever your soulmate was, they were dangerous and the thought of being with them did not appeal to you. As far as you were concerned the two of you were not compatible, soulmate or not. You didn’t give a damn what fate or destiny had to say about it. 

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Risotto stared at the red string tied to his finger. He didn’t know how to feel about it at first, but once he sensed you on the other end of the string, it stirred in him an uncontrollable obsession. He never asked to be attached to you, but now that he was, he wanted you. He couldn’t imagine life without you. It wasn’t enough to be bound to you, though. No. He needed you by his side. He had to find a way to bring you to him. It was strange, Risotto never imagined himself to bother with a significant other. He always felt that it would be too dangerous and an inconvenience to him as a member of Passione. Suddenly finding out that he had a soulmate was a bit bizarre. It didn’t matter. Now that he was connected to you, he could feel what kind of person you were. You were everything he needed, everything he desired. He found himself craving you the way a starving man craved food. He truly felt that if he didn’t bring you to him soon, then he would die. He had to have you here. NOW!

“Boss? Whatcha starin’ at your hand for? Didja get hurt?” 

The voice pulled him out of his thoughts. He looked up to see Formaggio looking at him with concern. 

The others couldn’t see the string. No one knew of the bond that he shared with you. It gave him an odd sense of comfort and made him feel even more connected with you. You were meant for each other. No one else could interfere. No one could break the bond that he had with you. The obsession that he felt for you grew even greater knowing that. 

“I’m fine.” Risotto answered his subordinate. He glanced at the string, following it with his eyes as it ran along the ground and out of the room. He could follow it and it would lead him right to you. He could find you easily. He could…

Risotto shot up from his chair and yanked his hand into the air, effectively pulling at the string. He could feel you just then. You were about to do something awful, but he managed to put a stop to it. He glared down at the string as if he was glaring at you. Why would you ever attempt something like that?!

“Boss?” Formaggio asked, giving his Capo a concerned look. “What was that about?” 

Risotto didn’t acknowledge him right away. He gave the string another pull. He wasn’t completely sure how the string worked or what he could do with it, but he quickly figured out he could send his very will through it somehow. He did that just then, to stop your foolishness. It was clear that he couldn’t put off meeting you any longer. 

“Get in contact with the others. Tell them that I’m going to pay someone a visit.” he said suddenly. 

“Huh? What?!” Formaggio cried in confusion. 

He watched as Risotto passed him by and left the room. Formaggio clambered up from the sofa and trailed after him. 

“Wait a minute!” he called. “You’re leaving now? Who’re you gonna visit? Is this a mission? Ain’tcha gonna tell me anything?” 

“This is a personal matter.” Risotto said, his tone implying that Formaggio should stop asking questions. “I won’t be gone long, but I have to leave immediately. Continue with business as normal until I get back.” 

“Wait!” Formaggio said, trying once more to reason with his Capo. “Shouldn’t you tell the others this yourself? Why do you have to run off in such a hurry?” 

Risotto turned his red gaze on his subordinate. 

“I trust you to let them know that I’m gone. Just tell them that I had an emergency that I needed to tend to. I’ll explain when I get back. I have to go now, Formaggio.” he said. 

And with that Risotto left the building. Formaggio stood staring at the door wondering what was going through his Capo’s mind. Risotto was a mysterious guy, but he was acting very strangely all of a sudden. He thought about it for a moment longer before throwing his hands up and turning away from the door. 

“Eh. Can’t be helped. Orders are orders. Guess I’ll let the others know.” 

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You’d tried everything. You tried cutting the string with scissors, a knife, or any other sharp thing you could find. You even tried biting through it. Nothing would cut the string. There was only one alternative that you could think of for ridding yourself of the unwanted bond with your equally unwanted soulmate. If you couldn’t sever the string, then you would simply sever the finger that it was tied to. God, you didn’t want to do it, but what choice did you have? 

Every moment you spent bonded to your soulmate, you could feel more and more of what kind of person they were. They were a killer. They’d killed a lot of people and you could tell that they would kill a lot more. It would be just your rotten luck to be stuck with a murderer as a soulmate. You knew that they could sense you and you hated it. You didn’t want a killer knowing as much about you as you did about them. You wanted them gone from your life. So you would disconnect from them. With luck, once the deed was done, they would just think that you died or something and wouldn’t seek you out. 

You set some medical supplies to the side, to be ready to deal with your self inflicted injury. The plan was simple enough. You would cut off your finger, ridding yourself of the bond, then you would quickly patch up your injured hand, wrap and place your severed finger in a container full of ice you had set alongside the medical supplies, then call 911 and have them take you to the hospital where you could hopefully have your finger reattached. You had no idea how you would explain what happened to you. If you told them you cut off your finger to disconnect the bond with your soulmate, they’d have you committed. So you would have to think of something more normal to tell them. An accident cutting food maybe? 

Hesitantly, you paced your finger on the edge of the kitchen counter. You held the knife in your other hand. Suddenly a thought occurred to you. What if you didn’t cut it off in one chop? What if your strength wasn’t enough to cut through the bone? What if the knife wasn’t sharp enough?  What would you do then? You glanced at the knife. It seemed very sharp. Still, it would require some level of strength to cut through the bone. Oh God! What if you had to saw through the bone with another tool? The thought of the prolonged agony made you feel queasy. You could feel the color draining from your face and you swayed on your feet slightly. You shook your head. Determinazione! That’s what you needed now. You had to suck it up and deal with the pain. This was the only way you knew to deal with this. 

You raised the knife high over your finger. You took a few deep breaths and mentally hyped yourself to do what needed to be done. 

Don’t think about the pain. Don’t think about the blood. Think about being stuck bonded to a murderer. You thought to yourself. 

You let out a cry of resolution and raised the knife even higher. 

Suddenly there was a powerful yank on the string that pulled your hand away just as the knife came down on the counter. The blade sank into the countertop, leaving a notch in the Formica. Yeah, that blow definitely would have cut through the bone. Too bad something stopped you. You grabbed the knife by the handle and tried to pull it from the countertop. You managed to pull it free but the string was tugged again with much more force this time. The action caused you to lose your hold on the knife. It fell into the sink as you were yanked nearly to the ground. You fell to one knee in an attempt to regain your balance. You yanked your arm backwards only to find that it wouldn’t budge. The string was somehow pulled taut and you were practically being dragged across the floor. 

“STOP PULLING ON ME, ASSHOLE!!!” you shouted, anger in your voice disguising your terror. 

The pulling stopped and the string went slack again. They stopped you! Whoever was on the other end of the string knew that you planned to chop off your own finger to sever the bond with them. They didn’t want you to disconnect from them! Why? Did they really put value in the bond? Didn’t they know that you had no interest in them? Why would they bother? It was madness! 

Suddenly you could feel a strange sensation through the string. It was as if your soulmate’s presence felt stronger somehow. You couldn’t understand it, until you realized… they were getting closer to you! They were coming for you! Well you wouldn’t be there when they arrived. You jumped up from the kitchen floor and ran to your room. Quickly, you packed a few clothes and other essentials. You didn’t know where you would go, but you weren’t going to fall into their grasp no matter what!

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Risotto stared down at the string on his finger as he sat in the back of a cab. He allowed himself a small, bitter smile. You were a fool. Did you really think that you could escape him? Apparently so, because he could sense you moving away from him. It was frustrating, but it didn’t matter. He would find a way to get to you before you got too far away. The problem was that you could sense how far away he was from you at all times. Did you really mean to stay on the run from him for as long as he tried to pursue you? What if there was a way that he could hide himself from you? An idea came to him. He asked the cab driver to drop him off at the next block. The driver did as told and drove away. Risotto looked around. He was standing outside of a vacant lot. It seemed that this was an abandoned part of the city. Good. He could experiment here with no one around to intrude. It was a long shot, but if he used Metallica’s ability to camouflage himself, he might be able to disguise his presence at his end of the string. Risotto activated his Stand’s secondary ability and waited. He could feel you on your end of the string. You stopped pulling away from him. He began to follow the string, half expecting you to start pulling away from him again. You never did. You were staying put. He followed the string until he was in a better part of town. Still, you didn’t move. It worked! As long as he stayed invisible, you couldn’t sense him! You were as good as his!

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You had just driven into an unfamiliar part of town when you felt the presence at the other end of the string disappear. What happened? Did they die? Did they disconnect the bond? No, you could still see the string wrapped around your finger. Maybe they just stopped following you? You sighed. Thank the Lord. In the distance you spotted a sign for a hotel. You would stay there for the night and think about what you were going to do in the morning. You pulled into the hotel and walked into the office, dragging your bag along with you. You got yourself a room and collapsed on the bed there. You’d been running from your soul mate for days now. Why did they just stop following you? Did they give up? Did they realize that you weren’t interested in them? What was their game? You had only planned to stay at the hotel for the night, but decided to stay there until you felt that it was safe enough to return home. That was only if your soulmate didn’t decide to start following you again. 

That night, you dreamed of a man in a strange black costume resembling that of a jester, with white hair and red eyes with black scleras. You seemed to know each other, but you couldn’t remember from where. You were afraid of him, but you weren’t sure why. 

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Risotto strolled into the parking lot of the hotel you were staying in. He was overwhelmed with joy at having tracked you down, but he would have to be careful from here on out. If you got so much as an inkling that he was nearby, you would start running again. He couldn’t allow that. Not when he was so close. He’d been walking for ages, sleeping in hotel rooms that he broke into and stealing food. If anyone got too nosey about his invisible activities, they met a swift and horrible end. He was exhausted having to travel on foot (an invisible man couldn’t flag down a taxi after all), but it was all worth it now that he finally tracked you down. 

He followed the string until it led under the door of a certain room. Your room. He grinned at the feeling of your presence on the other side of the door. You were sleeping, so he would have to be quiet. Using Metallica’s magnetism, Risotto unscrewed the screws around the doorknob to your room. He was thankful that the hotel was an older one that hadn’t yet converted to the use of keycards. The door knobs popped out of their sockets and clattered to the ground. Risotto froze, afraid the sound would wake you. He was relieved that he could still feel that you were asleep. Carefully, he opened the door and let himself in. 

He spied your sleeping form on the bed. He smiled fondly at you before coming out of his camouflaged state. There was no point in hiding from you anymore. Abruptly, you sat up in bed, gasping and sobbing. 

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What a horrible dream. You’ve been having nightmares about the strange man with the scary eyes ever since you started staying at the hotel. The dream was always the same, the man would corner you somewhere, tell you that you knew each other, then try to drag you off somewhere you didn’t want to go. If you weren’t sure before, you were certain now, that man in your dreams was your soulmate. He had the same aura you felt at the other end of the string. The same aura of blood and death that you felt so strongly that it caused you to wake up in a panic… The same aura that you could still feel as if it were in the room with you at that very moment. 

You turned to face that overwhelming presence you could sense nearby and your blood ran cold. 

“You!” you gasped. “It’s you!�� 

The man took a step towards you, smiling sweetly. You cringed away from him, pulling the bed covers up as if they could shield you from him. 

“How did you find me without me sensing you?” you demanded. 

“Not important,” he said in a deep voice that would have had your heart fluttering in any other situation. “What matters now is that we are finally together, as fate intended.” 

“To hell with fate and to hell with you! I want nothing to do with you! Now get out of my room before I call the police!” 

The man laughed at your poor attempt at bravado. 

“You can fight it all you want, but you and I will be together no matter what.” 

You jumped up from the bed and made an attempt to run out the door, but he stepped into your path and you ended up in his crushing embrace. 

“Let go of m-- mph!” your demands were silenced by one of his massive palms covering your mouth. 

You struggled in his hold but he was far stronger than you. You could barely move in his grip. Something sharp pierced your neck and you screamed into his hand. You struggled a moment more before dizziness overwhelmed you. Your limbs felt heavy and it became impossible to move them. Your vision grew blurry and you felt yourself going limp in his arms. Just before you passed out you heard him say, 

“You tried to hurt yourself all because you didn’t want to be bonded to me. I couldn’t allow that. I know that you don’t want me as your soulmate, but I know that you can learn to love me. I’ll take you somewhere where I can keep an eye on you and make sure that you never try to hurt yourself, or sever our bond again. Whether you want it or not, you and I were meant to be. You should know by now that you can’t fight fate.”

[noaltbruh]

@multifandom-hcs Hope you're having a good day too! :))

Bruno and Hermes dating hcs ❤️

Hermes 💋

Chaotic gf. I don't know if you're an introvert or an extrovert, but she will most definitely be more hyped than you for anything.

Loves to try new things with you and go on all sorts of date! From carnivals, to road trips, to that one random place you saw and you're not quite sure if it's a restaurant or a sex shop, but you'll find out together!

Wakes you up at three am. because she just got an idea for what you could do together and you have to do it NOW.

Big on PDA, she's constantly touching you or holding you near her even when you're in public, HECK ESPECIALLY when you're in public.

Loves to show you off to the Stone Ocean gang and can't shut up about how great her partner is.

Definetely teases you and gets even mushier with you if she sees you getting shy.

She'll speak up and stand up for you in any situation, whether that is a stand battle or someone cut in line in front of you.

Always has the biggest grin on her face as soon as she sees you.

Loves to drag you in troubles, but she honestly just wants to have fun with you. Don't worry, if things get out of hand, she knows how to handle policemen.

I think her kisses would be a bit rough, like you can just feel how eager she is to feel her lips on your body.

Is literally always complimenting you and your look, calling you hot, beautiful, handsome, pretty...Whatever you prefer!

"Breath taking as usual, caro/cara!" "I'm...Literally in my pajamas" "Your point?"

Shoplifts for you, I'm sorry. Like- maybe you just saw a cool jewel in a shop and told her you liked it, without really thinking much about it. The next day, you find that exact jewel at your front door.

Opens up about her past and how much she misses her sister, it's one of the few times she genuinely seems sorrowful.

Would love you even more if you accepted to visit her sibling's grave with her. She might cry on your shoulder, so please comfort her.

On a more optimistic note, if she visits her on his own, she even talks to her and you and how awesome you are.

She lets you keep your stuff in her tits without even having to ask her, it's just routine for you two by now.

Loves to do your makeup. Alternatively, if you don't wear it, she still asks you if she can try it on you because she's fully convinced you'd look great with it.

VERY flirty and completely shameless about it, no matter who is watching.

Can't cook lol, but she will gladly take you to any restaurant you like and she'll offer to pay for both of you!

...Yeah, pay.

Bruno 🤐

The boyfriend ever.

He's so romantic and gentle he literally makes me want to cry because he's so perfect and VSGABCAHZCSS.

Just being near him makes you feel safe, you'll never have to fear being judged as long as this man is your partner.

He's calm and understanding. No matter if something is troubling you or you're simply in a bad mood just because, he'll never lose his patience with you.

Encourages you in everything you do, whether that is a small task or a lifelong goal you're trying to pursue, Bruno will always be ready to support you and help you in any way possible.

Might be a bit busy from time to time due to his job, but he makes you to call and text you anytime he gets the chance too. He loves hearing your voice and he wants to be sure that you're doing alright.

He never closes a phone call without an "I love you, tesoro" at the end.

Will make up for the time he missed once he gets back home. He'll do whatever you want to and there aren't limits to how much he's willing to spend for his love.

Do you want to go on a trip to France for the weekend? He already has two tickets and a reservation in the best hotel of the city.

Remember that very fancy restaurant in the city center? Guess who has already reserved a table for two with a beatutil view on the entire city?

Truthfully, however, Bruno enjoys anything as long as he gets to spend it with you. Despite his role in the mafia, he also loves simpler, everyday life with his partner.

Even just going to the local market to buy something together makes him so incredibly happy, and gives him a sense of normality in the mess that's his life.

Not super big on showing affection in public, at least not as much as Mista or Narancia- but he always maintains even a small touch between you.

He loves to hold your hand as you walk, lets you hold on to his arm, or he wraps his arm around your waist.

Way more touchy and flirty in private. Bruno is smooth and knows excabtly where to provoke you or what to tell you to make you blush.

He puts his hand under your chin or on your cheek if you were to look away from him. You can see his proud, little smirk on his face.

The best cook in the gang, male wife material. His fish dishes are the best you'll ever try in your entire life.

Speaking of that, he'd love to go fishing with you. It reminds him of the time he spent with his father and sees it as a way to continue his family traditions. After all, you are his future wife/husband.

He has the kindest look on his face while explaining to you how to fish and it makes me want to explode.

He loves to massage your shoulders, for some reason. Maybe because it helps you relax, but it just feels very intimate to him.

He rubs your back and kisses you on the forehead whenever he hugs you. His embrace is warm and you wish you never had to let go.

Gives you flowers or any sort of gifts on the most random occasions. Don't worry, buddy, you didn't forget and important date, he's just a sweetheart and wanted to give you a present to make you smile.

Also, since you're dating him, you'll now have to take care of five children, aka the gang. I'm sorry, but you did this to yourself the moment you became his partner.

Don't worry, Abbacchio will help you... Perhaps.

On a more serious note, Bruno would love to have a family with you in the future. This man is MADE to raise children, adopted or not, anything is fine for him.

He thinks you'd be a great parent, but of course, if you don't want to be, he'll never force it on you :)

[depravitymoon]

The Dark Side Of Narancia (cont)

This is part 2 to my Yandere Narancia post. I wanted the previous post to still be considered Safe For Work horror. Now, this post gets more violent and Not SFW. Furthermore, thank you guys SO MUCH for getting it over 250+ notes. I was not expecting it to get that popular. 

Note: Some of Narancia’s dialogue is in all caps. Yes, I know that can be annoying but it’s on purpose because Narancia’s being annoyingly unhinged.

Warning: Violence, Dub-Con, Non-Con, Knifeplay.

Level 7: 

For most darlings, they’d only see Level 6 Narancia. Level 7 Narancia is if you really insist he’s an asshole and to destroy his delusions.

This results in Narancia getting violent with you. He holds you down and warns you to stop being an ass. 

If you continue to resist, he’ll cut you.

If you keep trying to fight him (or worse, start a stand fight), he’ll use Aerosmith to shoot up your legs. Have fun trying to fight/escape him now.

Also, your closest loved ones are now free game to injure (or worse).

“I GIVE YOU MY HEART AND YOU FUCKING BETRAY ME?! Whoever is making you feel this way, I WILL FUCKING KILL THEM!”

Not SFW + Level 7: 

Since fucking solves marital problems in movies….. fucking must be the solution to your behavior!

Narancia loves knife play. Plus being on-edge, he’s sliding that knife against your body. 

To clarify, he’s sliding the flat part against your skin…..unless you keeping fighting him.

Typically, the blade part is tearing at your clothes. Don’t worry! Narancia will pay for more clothes! 

Trust Narancia! He’s gonna make you feel so good! 

He’ll overstimulate you without mercy. You’re relaxed, right? You forgive him, right? 

While he tries to fuck you gently, he's too mad. He ends up fucking you like he hates you.

It's a good thing he still preps you, because his thrusts show no mercy.

C’mon! You’ll never find a lover that can please you like he can! He’s not stopping until you forgive him!

Narancia has high stamina, so it is possible for him to go multiple rounds a night.

You’ll be forced to forgive him if you want the ‘love making’ to end. 

“I LOVE YOU! I LOVE YOU! I LOVE YOU, MIELO! SAY IT! SAY IT RIGHT FUCKING NOW!” “STOP LOOKING AT ME LIKE THAT! I WORK SO HARD FOR US TO WORK! I ALREADY SAID SORRY! FUCKING FORGIVE ME ALREADY!” 

Not SFW + Level 1 to 6:

Narancia's thoughts on consent? OPTIONAL. You're not in the mood? You dont want to fuck Narancia at all? Just let him fuck you and you'll change your mind! You wont regret it.

Knifeplay is still there, but if he’s in a good mood, you can talk him down and he’ll discard the switchblade.

He focuses on getting you off. Oral is his favorite method. He’s always worried his hands are too rough for fingering/Handjobs.

He’ll still overstimulate you and pleasure you without mercy. How can you think about other people when he treats you so good?! 

Only an idiot can't see how good he is to you and he knows you're smarter than that!

He’ll force you to look him in the eyes while you two fuck missionary.

“Mielo! Don’t look away! You have so many sexy faces! It drives me wild!” 

Extra Notes:

Narancia doesn’t like being considered a baby nor cute. That doesn’t stop him from acting like a cute baby to his advantage. Just dont say it to his face. 

Narancia also pays your bills to keep you dependent on him. This is an aged up Narancia, so he should have some semblance of  adult responsibilities.

I still can’t see him kidnapping you. I dont think Narancia really wants that responsibility and I doubt the Bucci gang would allow him to take him that responsibility. Invading your home and paying the bills seems more efficient.

When Narancia doesn’t care about someone, he’s extremely willing to resort to violence.  Even burn down a whole street, remember? Before he tries to hurt you, he will hurt your loved ones. 

In fact, Narancia can unintentionally blackmail you into obeying him. I say unintentionally because he was about to stab your cousin for insisting you dump Narancia, but you doing what Narancia wants distracts him from his bloodlust. 

Conclusion

Narancia may be the cutest yandere of the Bucci Gang, but he's not harmless. As a consequence of being so childlike, he's unhinged and prone to temper tantrums. Personally, I'd suggest manipulating him so his dark side is tolerable. Just dont make it obvious you're manipulating him, because he will take betray harder than anyone else.

[thecw-unicorn]

Yandere! Giorno Drabble

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

TW: toxic behavior/relationship

He had given you another gift.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

May I…stand unshaken amid amidst a clash of worlds

May I…stand unshaken amid amidst a clash of worlds

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

[the-illiterate-pirate]

No Rest for the Wicked (Villain AU La Squadra)

WARNING: Series focuses on some dark content, such as murder and torture, yandere characters, stalking, kidnapping, and may contain nsfw writing and dubious consent

The hero association "Passione" takes pride in protecting Italy and it's citizens. From the everyday purse thief, to carjackers... To the underbelly of Italy's society of villains with their arrays of dangerous powers and abilities. But with such strong super heros like Golden Experience and Napoli's own Sticky Fingers, surely you'll be safe.

Right?

Hello! Hi! Welcome to my Super Villain LS AU! V excited to finally post this because the idea has been molding in the back of my brain for a good year now. Each member will get multiple chapters for their own stories, maybe even mixing together every once in a while, I'm not sure when I'll be able to officially start posting any of them but in the meantime PLEASE ask me questions about this au if you're interested. Especially if it has anything to do with outfits and costumes because that's my favorite part hehe. *Au won't include Sorbet and Gelato x Reader but they do make their appearances!

File: Somebody's Leavin’

Alias: Little Feat

Formaggio, originally the low fame superhero "Little Feat" has only recently turned to a life of crime, but proves to be a formidable foe. This change now allows him to use his abilities to their fullest extent. With a single scratch, Formaggio is allowed to shrink any living being at will, along with manipulating the size of inanimate objects as well. With a mix of these abilities as well as hand to hand combat, Little Feat originally scouted lesser populated areas and dealt with lesser threats such as purse snatches and bank heists. Now, Formaggio uses these abilities without consequence, reaping chaos. Around this same time, a missing persons case has opened up. The disappearance includes a barista working at a popular cafe in the city Little Feat used to protect. Coincidence? Still unsure.

File: Somebody's Watching Me

Alias: Man in the Mirror

People have reported seeing faces in the reflections of their homes. When called in for police sketching, all reports include a very similar man for each victim. Well built, with fair skin and dark hair, with goggles and his lower face hidden behind a beak shaped mask. He has been titled "The Man in the Mirror", otherwise known as Illuso. Most people that have been visited by the man have stated finding his "calling card" within the frames of their mirrors. These people have wound up dead. The Man in the Mirror seems to only attack the rich and those in power, so citizens who have seen him are asked to stay calm, but alert public authority immediately.

File: Happy Together

Alias: Beach Boy

Pesci is stated to be a freshly turned villain, but despite his late start proves to be difficult to challenge as he's been found shadowing the villain "Grateful Dead", a formidable evil that has been terrorizing Italy for some time now. Though his abilities are ideally for tracking, Pesci makes up for it with brute strength and his incredible size. Studies report that not a single casualty has happened during brushes with Beach Boy, but the same can't be said for the future. It's only a matter of time for the brute to turn away from his humanity and officially become one with the super villain underground.

File: Vermillion

Alias: Grateful Dead

Prosciutto, otherwise known as "Grateful Dead", is a well known and quite popular villain. Despite his title, women and men alike fold at the knee due to his charming appearance and suave personality. Prosciutto doesn't like to get his hands dirty, but will do what the job needs him to. He mainly focuses on the gambling scene and a chain of bars and sultry clubs. His abilities are lesser known, and are quite confusing to understand how they work, but it's easy enough to say if a contract of his doesn't end with a bullet in the head, they're rotting into the dirt instead.

File: Crimewave

Alias: Babyface

Babyface rarely leaves the villains compound, and when he does it's almost always for business. He goes under the alias "Melone" and owns a booming unisex cosmetics line titled "Molto Dolce Productions", enjoyed by men and women and everyone else from all ages as his makeups and serums are vegan friendly and animal cruelty free. As Babyface, he prides himself with a remote controlled army of handmade robots who do his biding for him. His so called "children" range from entirely metallic suits and grotesque cyborg abominations. He lives in a laboratory underground and spends most of his time creating life.

File: Love is like Oxygen

Alias: Gently Weeps

Ghiaccio never wanted to become a villain, but was born into the life of crime. Abandoned by his own family, he stole to survive, he cheated people out of money and food, and at the crisp age of seventeen Ghiaccio was officially brought into the villain hierarchy. In his years of work he's rose through the ranks and has become the villain known as Gently Weeps, and uses cryokinesis. Under a fake name he pretends to be a citizen, walking among Italy's streets, trying to live a normal life as best as he can, finishing school and even joining a gym to help with his icy temper.

File: Enter Sandman

Alias: Metallica

Not much is known about him, as Metallica keeps to the shadows and has never been seen by the naked eye. He lives only to kill, every murder happening in the dead of night. Not a sound to be heard, save the faint jingle of a bell. They say before you die at his hands, you're stared down by the blood red eyes of the devil himself. Each contract dead at his hands are found with their throat cut open, and a pair of bloody scissors settled on their chest.

[apocalypseyoshia]

Soft Touch starved Yandere risotto x male reader Drabble

(As always minors and female and she/her identifying people please do not interact if you do you will be blocked there is explicit content including gore)

I was Reading this this and this than opened up TikTok and saccharine was the first thing I hear and it ticked a part of my brain so here

It all started when you’re hand had accidentally brushed his when you gave him his coffee, you did it with that sweet smile and just like that his heart skipped a beat

He just need you to touch him to hold him close he just need you. He needed you to hold him in those perfect arms of yours to praise him like no tomorrow he wanted you to let his head rest at the crook of you neck as he inhaled your Cologne he wanted to rest his head on your pecks he wanted you to hold in to him and for him to leave scratch marks on your back as you pound into him from behind

He just wanted you

and he would do anything for you. Anything just to see that sweet smile of yours the one that lit up a room.

He started following you around, memorizing your schedule, the things you do and don’t like, like how you loved to pick up random things and how you hated getting yelled at, especially by your half Hazard bastard of a boss. He hated that man he hated that that man tried to yell at you for your “bad life choices” because you where late to work, when he had barley had his shit together.

He hated how others treated you, especially the costumers at the caffe. he wanted to put razors in their food or have Metallica rip them to shreds from the insides out, to have them yelling screaming in pain as razor blades and scissors start pouring out of their mouths and eyes. He imaged that in his head more times than he would like to admit. But never mind that, now that he knew your schedule slowly start appearing more and more within your life.

It started with bumping into each other ‘accidentally’ more and more until you had been fairly well acquainted, after that a small friendship had been made, a friendship that risotto had nurtured slowly but steadily, he needed to keep reminding himself that he needed to take it slow if he wanted to make it into your arms, he tried to keep himself steady and it finally worked out…

Now here he was, as he slowly rode you as held on to his hips to keep him steady you thought this was his first time cute, but in reality he had been preparing for this, stretching himself out, finding the right position, even looking into (beating the information out of than killing) your ex lovers, just for you to be satisfied and it was worth it because after you both had came. he stayed on your cock and you held him close and fell back into the bed

He grabbed the covers and loosely thrown it over the both of you as you two fell asleep cuddling, well you fell asleep, risotto kept his head on your chest and wouldn’t move, he just kept staring at you like he never wanted to let go he wouldn’t let go and he would make sure no one would make him let go.

[yanderememes]

What if Yandere Bruno met a darling that's a stand user with a kid? Or if darling's kid was a stand user?

Bruno wouldn't mind since it's just a kid after all. He won't be afraid to put him/her in their place if they try to fight him, though. He wants to make it clear that he has authority and is his future step-father. Bruno will love the child with all his heart but will set boundaries. This capo isn't going to let a child run them over.

I imagine darling's kid doesn't like Bruno because they don't trust him. So they often fight over every petty thing lol

[animeyanderelover]

Hi, can i request Narancia Ghigra with the prompt 56?

I changed the Prompt lightly because his Stand fits very well with this. Also, studies have started once again for me so expect slower updates since I'm going to be busy.

Tw: Yandere themes, unhealthy mindset, unhealthy relationship, possessive behavior, obsession, delusion, clinginess, abduction

Prompt 56

You had miscalculated. You hadn't known that he would return a whole two hours earlier than he had just told you this morning, the prospect of leaving you clearly upsetting him. Because if you would have known, you would have planned everything differently. Painstaking days of scheming how to escape from the mobster, indulging him in his delusions to earn his trust, sneaking around the house to carefully collect and hide the things you would need to break free.

Practicing how to pick open locks when he was gone so that everything would go smoothly the next time he would have to leave you for his next mission. Successfully convincing him to only lock up the doors, a minimum of security. All this hard work, all the act of being nice to him. Only for him to prove to you once again that you truly couldn't count on him.

A fleeting image of colors was all he could see from the corner of his eyes when he returned before it disappeared into the dark streets, leaving him standing there shocked for a second or two before his purple eyes shifted to your home. The door gaping wide open, a sloppy move you wouldn't have committed if he had just come back home later, only leaving you with the option to run as fast as you could.

One second of silence. Two seconds of silence. Three seconds of silence.

"(y/n)!! (y/n), please don't do this!!"

Lowly dimmed street lanters which barely allowed you to figure out where you were even going. To you that didn't matter though as long as you could get away from him and out of this town as soon as possible. It was your only goal.

At night the streets reminded you of a maze more than anything, you took countless turns left and right to shake your pursuer off, the quickening footsteps behind you and the hysteric cries ringing in your ears fueling you on. Long forgotten had been your plan to try to find the outskirts of the town as you lost count of how many times you turned left and right, running blindly around. It seemed to pay off though as eventually the footsteps behind you faded and so did his voice yet you still didn't dare to turn around. Your legs just kept on running and running until eventually you stopped, feeling nauseous and dizzy all together as you leaned against one of the walls, heart burning in your chest and your ears ringing. You couldn't allow yourself to rest though as you quickly looked around, eyes squinting together as you tried to spot even the slightest hint of Narancia around you.

Only darkness seemed to be there though. Darkness and utter silence. The silence should have been soothing but in this situation it frightened you as the abyss of any noises was nearly deafening, causing your own heartbeat to sound like thunder. Moments of silence passed by where you flinched even at the slightest of sounds yet nothing happened.

Had you lost him? If yes, would it be wiser to continue running or stay for now here and wait? What if he would find you again if you were to continue running? But he could just as well catch you if you would stay still.

Making a decision had never seemed more difficult to you than right now as you stood there, pressed against a wall and thinking about what would be the best move. Every time you were a milisecond away from making up your mind, doubts started to fill your mind again, plunging you back into the dangerous circle of overthinking. Your freedom depended on this situation, an insane pressure.

"(y/n)! (y/n), you're here, aren't you?"

Your train of thoughts was shattered when you heard his voice, sounding out of breath and indicating that he must have run around like a maniac this entire time. His voice didn't sound too far away and you knew almost instantly that if you would try to run away now, he would most definitely spot you. He was surely out of breath but you were quite tired yourself and not confident that you could outrun him.

So you did the nextbest thing to hide from him as you moved deeper into the alleyway, back pressed against the wall so you wouldn't be spotted by him. There were no lights at all and your heart dropped when you realized that you had entered a dead end, your leg bumping against something solid. When the smell hit your nose, you knew that it was a trash can. You quickly crawled around it, making yourself as small as possible to not be seen if Narancia would pass this alleyway by. It was terribly frustrating but the only thing you could do now was praying, praying that he wouldn't check out this small passage. All your plans thrown out of the window and wasted thoughts only, now all you could do was rely on luck. It was unfair.

He had gotten quieter and that scared you, you could only make out his footsteps from somewhere near you yet he didn't utter a sound anymore, focused.

"(y/n), let's-let's just talk about this all, alright? I'm sorry if I did something to anger you. But if you just tell me what made you so upset, I'll try to make you happy again and fix the problem."

Your problem was Narancia himself but you knew that he would never accept your truth as his own obsession kept him from realizing the truth. He was demented.

"Sweetheart...where are you hiding? Come out, come out, wherever you are."

He was met with the same deafening silence, one that consumed this night as not even a breeze was heard.

"Babe, please don't do this. I don't want to use ropes and handcuffs again to tie you down when I'm gone."

Your wrists throbbed upon recalling the rough material against your sensitive skin, peeling it away and leaving you with burning marks at the end of he day. Narancia had never intended to harm you but then again, he had also been the one who had kidnapped you and had tied you up in the first place so you had little sympathy when he apologized with tears in his eyes, trying clumsily to bandage your wounds and apply ointment on it to help the healing process.

You gave no answer, only made yourself smaller. You didn't want to return. You simply couldn't.

He had stopped moving, you could tell by the absence of footsteps which spiked your anxiety. He was standing in front of the alleyway, an unknown sensation crawling up your spine that caused your skin to erupt in goosebumps, your hair standing just as much on edge as your nerves did in that moment.

"I'll find you anyways. I can see your breathing."

What did he mean by that? You didn't know but you felt yourself only that far away from crying when you heard him stepping into the alleyway as the feeling of defeat settled in. He had found you. You didn't know how and why but you knew he had even before he spoke up with a shaky tone.

"Let's stop this and just go home together, okay?"

You remained frozen in your position though, a wave of despair crushing you as you bit down on the insides of your cheeks infuriated. You had failed.

[yachiblanca]

NSFW CONTENT, MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!

Yan!Abbacchio x Fem!Reader

another request in wattpad :)

Word count : 2,666

Contains : Smut

Y/N was an old recruit of Bucciarati's gang, she got recruited along with Mista whom the person she gets along with very well. Let's say Mista and Y/N are hella partners in crime, a shoulder to cry on and a ride or die friendship, a potential duo Bucciarati sees. Bucciarati would always put Y/N and Mista together when it comes to a mission, as being an old member of the gang Y/N of course gets along with everyone, though she barely interacts with Abbacchio. Abbacchio would mostly ignore her most of the time, only talking to her when it's actually necessary or important, one time she tried to have a chit chat with Abbacchio but Abbacchio just finds ways to ignore her at some point, Y/N always wondered why, did she say something wrong? something she did? Recalling everything she did from the beginning she's pretty sure she didn't do anything wrong but her mind still stayed confused. You did ask Bucciarati if Abbacchio hates you or somewhat, but Bucciarati assures you that Abbacchio doesn't hate you or hold and grudge against you, even if you plan on asking Bucciarati this type of question multiple times as time passes by Bucciarati would always answer the same, Abbacchio doesn't hate you. You weren't sure about his answer but Bucciarati being the leader and knowing Abbacchio longer than you was believable enough.

But there were times you would catch him staring at you or taking small glances by the corner, his eyes were almost like as if its staring deeply at your soul, though even if you catch him watching you by the corner of your eye you chose to ignore it, it must be a coincidence catching Abbacchio like that you thought, but as months pass by you just keep seeing him watching you, move by move, inch by inch. It did give you the chills of course, but still you chose to ignore it and considered it as his normal behavior, I mean Abbacchio had a quiet nature after all, right? One night you were asleep but heard a creaking noise of something, your eyes slowly open seeing a tall dark figure at the entrance of the door peeking inside, your vision was still blurry as it was in the middle of midnight, but seeing that figure made your heart immediately drop. You batted your eyes but when you had to blink again the figure was gone, you couldn't sleep again that night. You didn't tell anyone about that event but you became extra cautious after that, locking doors, closing windows, making sure everything was locked. Hell you even bought multiple attachable locks for your door, Bucciarati asking you why you answered it was for 'extra safety' Bucciarati shrugged it off. After attaching those locks you felt the biggest relief, No one can ever come in right?

But even with those locks the dark figure knew how to open it, you awoke one night hearing metal clicking and sounds of keys shaking, you stayed in your position pretending to be asleep with one of your eye peeking, your heartbeat raced fast, seeing more of those locks unlock one by one made your legs shiver, you swallowed the lump in your throat while trying to focus on pretending to be asleep. Finally the door unlocked, the door slowly creaking and opening, the dark figure again showed up, peeking again. You really couldn't see its face, but he was for sure tall, the only information you knew. You felt so cold while the figure just stared at you, it looked like it didn't know you were pretending to be asleep, you thought about just straight up attack the figure but what if it's a stand user though? You don't know how it could attack you, you might even end up dead if you attempted to attack the figure, so you still chose to keep pretending until the dark figure was gone.

But something weirdly confusing happened. One time you asked Mista to help you with grocery shopping, after a few hours of finishing you come back to the base, going back to your room you saw the door opened, why was it open?! You swore that you locked it with your own keys for each specific locks, "Huh?!! I could've swore that I locked my room!" you stood there in shock but suddenly Abbacchio exited your room, "Your room was wide open dumbass." Abbacchio spoke, you were surprised Abbacchio talked to you for a moment, but the door part made you unsure, did you drink too much coffee this morning that you couldn't remember that you didn't actually lock the door? But, what was Abbacchio doing in your room?! You were about to ask but cut off by Abbacchio immediately answering you "I was investigating something, Bucciarati ordered me to." he said while walking off. But Bucciarati wouldn't let someone investigate a room without the person's consent.. maybe this was very important? You entered your room checking if something was taken but none seem to be taken, you sighed heavily. Then realization finally hits you, How did Abbacchio enter? There were so many locks though.. It's utterly impossible for him to enter with those locks with codes and need of a key, it was impossible for the others too but Abbacchio? Was it him that entered that night? Your fear slowly crawled on you then entering to your guts. You froze in spot but disturbed by Mista shouting your name downstairs.

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 The gang all hung out in their usual spot, which was Libeccio, you sat beside Mista and across you was Abbacchio listening to music with his headphones, you were paranoid of Abbacchio, it scared you under the bottom of both of your feet to the very top of your head, still figuring out was it really Abbacchio or was it just your imaginations, you rub your chin with your eyebrows furrowed together suddenly Mista landed a hard pat on your shoulder making you flinch, "Ow! Hell what was that for?!" you groaned, Mista laughed at you "You've been in that position for the past 25 minutes! Tell me, something up?" Mista got curious of what you're thinking about right now, I mean staying in that same position made him wonder why isn't your back hurting from all that thinking? He would've been a crying old man if he was in your place, "Nothing's wrong, just something random and stuff." you shrugged, Mista raised a brow with a smirk, he placed one of his arms around your shoulders "Are you thinking about m-" You shoved Mista's face with both of your hands together pushing his whole head away, "Keep dreaming." you chuckled, Mista made ow noises as you push him more further while you tried to hold your laugh, "Oh it's on!" Mista grabbed both of your hands with both of his opening them wide together, he pushed both of your hands making you the one to be pushed back but you fought back by pushing his hands back, "You're gonna lose you know?" Mista said with a smug on his face, "Is that so?" you smirked, you used your whole strength pushing both of Mista's hand further than he could do.

Mista suddenly lets go of his strength making you fall on his chest, the other gang members looked at the both of you with different reactions painted on their faces.

Narancia with his jaw dropped, his expression in shock and amused after you landed on Mista's chest. Fugo looked disgusted, his brow raised. He was surprised a little but he knew this would happen while both of you were fighting. Bucciarati grinned considering this was a evil flirty act of Mista, Finally Abbacchio, Abbacchio developed a dark shadow on his face, he gritted his teeth but it was unnoticable, his head stayed lowed making it look like he didn't see a single thing, but secretly he watched the both of you the whole time filled with jealousy all over him, he felt so blood raged seeing your body against Mista, his head feeling like it was boiling, his arms crossed together the whole time his hands clenched hard. He didn't like seeing this at all, you belonged to him. He was just about to plan his first move on you but ruined by Mista, Abbacchio was so pissed off at this moment. "You asshole!" you immediately flustered, "Aww I didn't know you liked my chest this much can I try it on you-" You grabbed Mista's ear pulling it while pinching it as hard as you could, "Ow! OW! OW!" Mista whined painfully, you were still flustered and decided to shake it off by taking a smoke outside, "I'm going smoke." you let go of Mista's ear when it looked so red. "I'll get you back anytime soon!" Mista said as he rubbed his ear gently, "I'll be sure to keep an eye out of that." you smugged and stood up to walk out, you noticed one of the seats were empty, Abbacchio wasn't in his seat, "Hey Bucciarati where's Abbacchio?" Bucciarati faced you while he sat "He said he had to deal with something." you hummed in response and continued to walk out.

You outside of the restaurant knowing you didn't really carry any cigarettes with you, you just wanted to get out of the restaurant because of embarrassment, 'Never playing fights with him ever again.' you sulked, you decided to take a walk for a while. The street was empty only street lamps lighted up the sidewalk, you walked for a while thinking about how did Abbacchio enter, you connected dot by dot, piece by piece, making up theories that made sense. The more you walk the more the dots connected, Abbacchio entered without any knowledge of the codes and without any keys, He didn't kick the door at all, he couldn't possibly climb on the window when he said the door was wide open. Leaving the only choice that he used his stand to open the door, His stand had the ability to imitate the form of individuals and reenact past events with precision, that could be very possible he used his stand ability. Your eyes widen, No one could ever enter your room for sure, It was Abbacchio the whole time.. "Holy shit.. I knew it-" you were cutted off by a hand covering your mouth and pulling you in a dark place.

You struggled and tried shaking your body to get out from this tight grasp from behind, you tried to look behind but the strength was too strong, you tried to scream but only muffled screams could be made. Your body was still dragged but stopped on its tracks when you both were in a dark place with a dim light, the hand finally lets go of your mouth but took ahold of both of your hands holding them together at your back, you gasped for air and quickly turned around to see who dragged you here, "Abbacchio..?!" you looked at him with anger, Abbacchio looked at your bare eyes with his filled with jealousy and rage, "You don't know how much I fucking hate Mista right now." he slammed your body on the wall while he still took hold of both of your hands, "What?! The hell is wrong with you?!" Abbacchio smacked your ass and rubbed it hard and slow, "You, You made me so fucking crazy as if you casted a damn fucking curse on me." Abbacchio groaned and slid off your leggings with ease, "Look what you just made me feel.." he whispered behind your ear sending you chills in your spine, "W-what?!" Suddenly feeling a sharp pain inside of your ass making you moan, Abbacchio's long cock entered inside of you without problems.

He started to thrust in your tight hole making him make a sharp hiss under his breath, "F-fuck.." Abbacchio moaned, he pounded your ass making your breast jiggle from how hard he pounds, his cock felt so hard inside of you, feeling its head twitch. Abbacchio wanted to fuck you out of your life at this point, his jealousy taking over him just made him go insane, He loved watching you at any moment, but seeing you on Mista's chest triggered him, Abbacchio thrusted deep making you moan louder while Abbacchio's cock dominates your hole. Abbacchio spanked your ass cheeks making a red hand print on your ass, "Now who do you belong to hm?" Abbacchio said while he pounded your ass fast making you have difficulties on answering his question, Abbacchio spanked your ass this time much harder, feeling the sharp pain on your ass you answered "I don't belong to anyone you sick fuck!" you said with a moaning tone. Uh oh, Abbbacchio didn't like that answer, "Oh I'll make you know who you fucking belong to." Abbacchio  pounded deeper in your ass making you shriek with tears developing at the corner of your eye. After even a few of Abbacchio's cock thrusting and pounding inside of you, your juices already squirting out, His cock was so long he had to make a long thrust everytime he had to pound, you tried to hold your moan but failed everytime his cock fully enters. Feeling of reaching orgasm Abbacchio suddenly stopped when you were about to reach, leaving you feeling so unsatisfied mixed with lust inside of you.

Abbacchio turned your body to face him, looking at his chiseled face, eye to eye, he smirked and quickly used his arm to make you kneel on the ground facing his hard cock with cum dripping on the tip, you still panting he inserted his cock inside of your mouth without any hesitation, you tried to pull out your head by grabbing on both of his thighs but his hand forced you to keep sucking his cock. You sucked his cock so deeply that you were deepthroating his cock so good, Abbacchio scrunched your hair when you suck his cock fully in your mouth, your wet saliva making a use of being a lube, his cock sliding in and out so easily. He started to use both of his on the back of your head and made you suck his cock faster, your eyes felt red and your nose too, you were making choking sounds because of how much Abbacchio's cock was inside in your throat, the tears in the corner of your eye finally falling down. Abbacchio loved watching you in this view, seeing you suck long hard cock so perfectly, this was all he ever wanted to see. You were more beautiful in this view, he was in so much lust when he just had to watch you from afar, daydreaming of fucking you was now a dream come true. Your saliva dripped while Abbacchio's cock fucks your whole mouth, Abbacchio made sharp hiss sounds whenever he wanted to make you deepthroat again, he clenched your hair hard making you squint your eye in pain while sucking off his cock, he was going fast and way deeper than before, Abbacchio's mind filled with erotic images of you while you suck his cock, he was finally reaching his orgasm and made low moaning sounds, his breath panting faster while you watch from under. He shot out his cum inside of you, filling your whole mouth up with his seed, his cum even entered your throat too. All of his seed overfilled your mouth making his cum squirt out of your mouth too. 

He pulled out your head out of his cock, you immediately choked and coughed when he had finally took out his cock out of your mouth,  Abbacchio grabbed the back of your hair and pulled it, making your face gaze to his eyes, "Now who do you belong to now?" he smirked. You coughed one more time while your chest raised high and low.

"You."

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Okay how about Platonic Yandere Tiziano and Squalo and abandoned child

Okay so I have not gotten to part 5 of Jojo's yet actually so this is kinda based off of wikipedia and Youtube clips. Sorry if they're kinda ooc, but when I get to part 5 I may revisit this. Didn't want to leave you hanging and thanks for requesting. My apologies for the shortness, but I was having a hard time imagining scenarios for Tiziano and Squalo bc I don't have a good feel for their character yet

Italy, although known to most as a warm and beautiful country, can be quite cold at night.  You’re not sure how much longer you can last, and you can’t even remember the last time you had a proper meal.  The hunger and the cold gnaws at you, draining your willpower.  Curling up in an alleyway, you conserve what little body heat you have left.  When you awake, two pairs of bright, piercing eyes, blue and gold, fill you with a type of warmth you didn’t know existed.  Your head is fuzzy from sleep though, and you can barely hear their hushed whispers.  

“Tiziano…. What do we do with it?”

“We can’t afford the distraction.  The boss is counting on us.”

“But look at it, it’s so pitiful.  Can we keep it?”

“Them, Squalo, they’re not a dog.”

The two men are pressed close to each other, whispering in each other's ears.  The act is so intimate, and you feel cold again, tears stinging your eyes as the bitter feeling of loneliness overwhelms you.  A warm hand brushes away a tear from the corner of your eye.

“You’re coming with us, bambina.”

It turns out, being sequestered inside with food is better than being free outside with no food. The two men don't let you leave the little room they brought you to, and sure, sometimes it's boring when they disappear for long stretches of time, but at least you're alive. At least you're not cold anymore. You'd do anything to stay here with them. Anything to not be alone anymore. And they know it. They take full advantage of it. You don't know they discuss how to keep you dependent on them late at night. You don't know they bring up your past and your family on purpose to remind you how good you have it now. You don't know what kind of people they really are. You'll sleep soundly at night, on a bed they provided, none the wiser.