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depravitymoon · 7 months

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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.

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married-to-google-translater · 10 months

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Can we get some headcanons on what yandere Narancia is like if his s/o brother-zones him, please?

Yandere Narancia Ghirga

Poor yandere boy

Okay, it would take a really long time to get him to understand this.

This boy is delusional.

And it would take time for his delusional brain to accept this fact.

He would have fallen in love with you very much.

Narancia would just like to live happily ever after with you.

He wouldn't really be sure what to feel.

At first, he'll think you're trying to leave him.

And like we know he has a really bad fear of rejection.

Narancia doesn't take it well.

However, you basically don't reject or want to leave him.

You just don't love him in a romantic way.

This would confuse Narancia.

Actually, his reaction depends on how you explain things.

Surprisingly, Narancia might agree to this.

The most important thing for him is that you don't leave him and that you love him in some way.

Narancia would be a really good and overprotective big brother.

You really shouldn't be dating other people either lol

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abbacchiosbelt · 1 year

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How about A,d,e, and u for narancia yandere love letter?

Affection: How do they show their love and affection? How intense would it get?

Narancia is very affectionate, both with his darling and his friends. He’s always been the sort of person to get affirmation from physical touch, and very much enjoys being physically close to people he trusts. His need for physical reassurance goes into overdrive when his darling is involved - Narancia wants to be touching them constantly. Holding their hand, wrapping his arms around their waist, an arm slung over their shoulder, having them sit on his lap/him sitting on their lap, resting his head on their shoulder… He wants it all, 24/7. Narancia will be delighted if his darling reciprocates. He becomes a blushing mess if they use him as a pillow, or wrap their arms around him.

Narancia is also an avid kisser, and much like his need for physical affection, he wants them/places them everywhere: their cheeks, the top of their head, the palm of their hands, their wrist, and of course their lips. It would be sickeningly sweet if it were a normal relationship.

Darling: Aside from abduction, would they do anything against their darling’s will?

Narancia will push his affection onto them. Even if they don’t reciprocate, he fulfills some of his need for reassurance by being affectionate towards them in public. That way, everyone will know his darling belongs to him. Otherwise, he doesn’t really make them do anything against their will. He’s used to being told what to do, so he doesn’t want to push that onto his darling - he excuses his abduction of them and his need for affection as necessary sacrifices. He knows on some level that it’s wrong, hence why he gives them a significant amount of freedom. Narancia would never let them go, though.

Exposed: How much of their heart do they bare to their darling? How vulnerable are they when it comes to their darling?

Narancia bares all of himself - he doesn’t do anything in halves. He’s intense, and so is his love. To be with Narancia means to see (and hopefully love, in his mind) every single part of him, including his rampant insecurities and abandonment complex. He’ll tell his darling about everything in his life, not sparing any detail. On one hand, he really does appreciate having someone he can open up to… On the other hand, he hopes that telling his darling about just how hard he’s had it will make them more willing to forgive him and eventually return his affections. Narancia is extremely vulnerable and will take it that much harder if his darling rejects him. One of the few things his darling can do to make him angry is to rebuff his affection after he’s told them something serious. How can they just… ignore him? Not offer him comfort? He told them everything. No one else gets to see him like this. So why… why can’t they understand how much he loves them? How much he needs them right now?

Unique: Would they do anything different from the classic yandere?

Narancia’s Stand gives him a built-in tool to track his darling that will never fail. He’s memorized your breathing pattern with Aerosmith down to the most minute detail - he could find you in any crowd. There’s no running from Narancia.

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shineonyoucrazyyandere · 6 months

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

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

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

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

Bruno Bucciarati

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

Leone Abbacchio

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

Guido Mista

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

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

Narancia Ghirga

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

Pannacotta Fugo

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

Giorno Giovanna

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

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

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

Diavolo

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

Trish Una

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

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princelylove · 5 months

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Narancia’s proficiency with his pocket knife is nothing to scoff at. His approach is juvenile, but his technique is flawless. He cuts his own hair with it- perfect, neat layers that he’ll forget to brush later on. He has two, one designated for food and one for “everything else.” Not out of concern for germs, but out of disgust at biting into a snack he was excited for and tasting his own hair and some guy’s blood. Bleugh.

He fidgets with it like it’s a toy. It might make you nervous when he takes it out for seemingly no reason, but it’s nothing to him. Narancia’s knives are just a part of him- they kept him safe before he developed Aerosmith. Some people have comfort blankets, some people have stuffed animals, Narancia has his knives.

When he first took you, Narancia was kind enough to lay down some ground rules.

Don’t touch his knives.

If you don’t cook dinner then you don’t eat. (He’ll do groceries.)

You’re dating now, so call him your boyfriend and lovey names.

He had more, but he blanked when he got to actually tell you. Narancia was going to write them down, but he thought it was embarrassing for his darling to see his handwriting. He thought about asking Pannacotta or Bruno, but figured it was for the best that they didn’t do it- they wouldn’t be cool with him keeping a whole person somewhere. By ‘somewhere,’ he means Bruno’s childhood home he temporarily stepped away from in favor of living closer to work.

Narancia sits at the table while you cook. He’s burning a hole in the back of your head, but every time you turn around to ask him to cut something for you, his eyes dart down to the pretty, pink apron he got for you. He can barely contain how pleased he is to see you like this.

He takes the tomato out of your hand and dices it without a word. The cutting board has made the kitchen table its home, mainly thanks to your suggestion of not putting food directly on the same spot where he puts his legs up.

As he slides it into the pan, he looks at you like you forgot something.

“Seriously?” He scoffs, “You don’t get it?”

Narancia puts the cutting board down, and flicks his knife towards your throat.

“Kiss me. I want a kiss.”

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yanderememes · 2 years

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darling finally curls up to sleep on their yandere's chest or lap of their own accord and the yandere just. follows the rules that all pet owners must follow: ie- you Are Not allowed to disturb them. doesn't matter what you have to do, you. do. not. move. darling wakes up like two hours later to the yandere's limbs having fallen asleep. i don't know why this is so funny to me but it is-

LMAO NOOOOO CUZ THIS IS ACCURATE AF

It obv depends on the yandere, but the lovey-dovey yanderes and the simp yanderes are 100% the ones to take it seriously and make every effort known to man to not move an inch for darling.

Lovey-dovey yanderes will struggle with doing this because they're just so happy and full of excitement. Legit, die from happiness sort of deal with these yanderes. They'll ultimately fail if their feelings overwhelm them, causing darling to wake up, which the yanderes will profusely apologize for. And ofc, they will gush about how cute you looked sleeping on them and will never let darling live this moment down.

Examples: Jolyne, Polnareff, Narancia, Josuke, Okuyasu

Simp yanderes are more controlled and gentle in their approach and demeanour. They have a higher success rate than the prior in maintaining immobility so as not to disturb darling's sleep. However, when darling finally awakes, their entire body will be sore and numb though. A small price to pay. Anything for their darling and to bask at the moment with them. When darling awakes, they ask if you had a nice rest while also hinting that they'd love to do this again.

Examples: Giorno, Jonathan, Weather, Pucci, Kakyoin

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localsimp4moms · 1 year

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Yandere Fairy tale JJBA x Reader AU Concept

ome mindless idea I came up with that probably isn't that original. However I may as well post it lol

But imagen a fairytale where Y/N takes on the role of a young herbalist who runs into a range of troubled individuals whom they chose to take care of. However, in the world of magic and witchcraft there is only so much Y/N can do with their medical abilities to take on those who are now in her care.

I feel like it would be fun to be able to write some stories such as imprinting, enchantment and so on depending on what characters YN takes in. For example ‘Lil Red’ aka Narancia Ghirga.

I feel like Narancia would be able to add a fun twist on little red riding hood, instead of being a defenceless little girl who relies upon others I can see him being someone desperate to prove there independence; though they went about it in the wrong way. As a young run away turning to crime in order to help themselves live day to day only to pay for it now that they are older and a furtive. Due to this them becoming someone who does not truly live like everyone else, instead living for the thrill of life day to day. With little or no care what happens to themselves... Until they meet their darling- a blessing sent by god in there eyes...

Below is some rough drabble of something that i may write for this example above. Please keep in mind this was not proof read just because I wanted to writing something about this au to see if there was any interest at all lol.

Small woven basket clutched tightly in hand, as you make your way down the dirt path. Trees overhead gently rustling as the mid summer breeze sweeps across your face. Song birds keeping you company as the world of green and brown makes you forget today's woes.

As the path of dirt slowly fades into a clearing all you can do is allow a faint smile, pulling the page of paper from your breast pocket. The ingredients needed for tomorrow's patients; it was a little more than you were expecting to have to collect…

Oh well! You know these woods all too well, it should not be an issue to venture a little deeper than you normally would.

It was easy to get the first couple of ingredients you needed, keeping them bundled together with woven string in the basket you clutched. Though you had come up short on something… No issue, further you travel!

Pressing on slightly deeper into the woods, trees grew slightly more dense and the shrubbery thicker. Slightly nicking at your ankles as you graze scanned for the elusive herb. It shouldn't be too hard to find…

Aha! There it was; the pure white flowers that stand tall, proud as if they knew they were to aid in saving someone. Deep green stems that reach up to the cracks of light that fought their way to the ground through dense leaves.

“Finally found you!” The sound of your voice called as you see your goal. Eyes bright as you worked your way closer to the gift of the woods. The steps taken each time you get closer breaking small twigs that rested upon the ground. Though as you stumble your way closer, stepping upon a mossy log you have witness to a small birds eye view of the miniature meadow in front of you.

The sea of pure white, soldier-like flowers reaching out to their backdrop of brown and green -trees enclosing this small ocean of purity. Though as one's eyes settle upon the centre of the scene in front of you the peace of white is disturbed; intended slightly damaged, missing.

Browning knitting into a frown as you go to inspect, what could cause harm to such a flawless place?

Gently stepping down from the log, keeping careful as to not harm nature's creations, you approach the place in which it was damaged. The sun seemingly envelops the patch in a golden glow. Though the closer one gets the smell of pollen and sweetness is overtunt to that of bitter iron, metallic.

Less than 10 feet away the stains of red corrupt the small flowers, no longer pure white- bruised with deep reds that had begun to oxides to varying shades of brown. Your eyes widen for a brief moment, breath held in…

Placing yourself on your tiptoes… taking one more step forward…

There you bear witness the frail figure of a stranger, skin a tan colour… Face obscured from view by a nest of black upon them. Deep blues, greys and blacks adorning the body that lay upon its own back. Clasping tightly to a cloak that barely was draped upon their shoulders, a bright red that was abused with the marks of blood and dirt.

A sudden gasp of fear escapes from your lips as you stumble forward. Still unsure as to what was truly occurring in front of you, though the smell of something foul and metallic only allowed the imagination to run so far…

The crunch of flowers arise as the basket once clutched to tightly was abandoned and left behind, the sound continuing as your fumbling steps trample the ground and all else that lay in your wake… Inorder to help someone..

It’s not too late is it? How did they get here? How long have they been here?

Not a single thought made a connection as you fell to your knees at the side of the stranger. The brown pants you wore deepinging in hue as you kneel into a sickly smelling substance that coated most of the flowers around you both…

Blood-

BlooD! What? Why is he bleeding so much?

No- That should not be the most pressing thing at the moment- Is he breathing? Lowering your ear close to the strangers mouth you tried to feel- hear anything. It may have only been a moment though it was silent…

Then-

The rough sound of gurgling had allowed itself to escape from the stranger. That is one victory at least- It wasn’t too late.

A myriad of cuts lay upon the strangers skin. Varying in depth and size… Though the largest one upon his stomach- he needed help. But you are in the middle of nowhere- There's no hospitals close enough-

Home! You can treat him to some extent at home! Call the doctor in the next town over immediately when you get there- But how? How were you going to move the young man?

You can’t-

He will bleed out- Compression? How?

Mind running amuck causing more strife than any good you simply followed your gut… Screaming of seams fill the air as the shirt you hard warn becomes a makeshift bandage… Once white of the purest kind the cotton soon found itself soaked in red…

…

The once warm breeze of the summer's day was dwindling into that of the cool nights. Song birds had long gone to sleep and the quiet humm of night life within the wild animals took their place. Though the song of a young out of breath herbalist echoed on as the harsh sound of weighted feet upon cobbles accompanied the noise.

Before long a bash of a heavy door against ageing walls is the welcome home an empty house received. Dark without light… The creaking of floor boards is ignored as your tiered figure places a groaning young man upon your own bed.

Quickly reaching for an oil lamp, to allow for some light to aid you in your fleeting hope to help this stranger, you strike a match obtained from the bedside table. Struck it and like magic you now have a faint light…

The cluttering of glasses, mortar and pestle and so on carried themselves out through the night… Only ever so often interrupted with the sound of water being dumped into the yard or the yelps that escape this strange man's lips.

…

You had never spent so long washing your hands before, no matter how much you tried to wash them they seemingly did not lose the deep red colour- or smell. Though it could just be your mind playing tricks on you.

You were yet to see someone as hurt as that young man in your bed.

With a quick sigh, you shake your head dumping the bucket of water out once more before you hurried down the street to the well for what felt like the hundredth time… The soft glow of yellow showed you the sign of a new day, though no birds sang just yet. It was only you with the sound of rope being yanked as you drew a new bucket from the well…

As you enter the house, you take the bucket to the bedroom in which the stranger still layed. Placing it beside the bed as you retrieve a cloth from the kitchen, you could finally try and clean some of the grime that had dried to his skin that would not budge before.

Folding the soft fabric that was in hand before plunging it into the ice like water, slowly bringing it to the face of the stranger. Gently brushing it along his chin, trying to avoid harming the bruised skin that seemingly covered half his face.

The tanned skin of the stranger slowly contorted in discomfort despite the attempt to avoid pain. Though you couldn’t help but speak to the sleeping figure. “I’m sorry… I know it’s cold- uncomfortable even… but I need to clean you up.” Your eyes soft as you gaze upon the slender man, a slight smile upon your face as you continue to clean dried mud from his cheeks.

“Don’t worry, I’ll make sure the doctor comes here soon. You’ll be the first he see’s… I’ll make sure of it.” In all honesty you didn’t know if you were trying to comfort the man who laid in your bed or yourself more, though your voice reminded me softly as you smiled.

He’s stable, he will be fine.

Your eyes however soft in the gaze grew heavy, one of sleep over powering you. Though you could not sleep- not yet they still need the doctor… You need to keep watch…

Placing your head on the mattress you rested for a moment. Hearing the now regulated breaths of the stranger…

You slightly chuckle to yourself as you grow more drowsy as moments pass by “I think I’ll call you… lil red. The cloak you held onto no matter what… and well- you seemed to be covered in enough red when I first saw you..”

The war with your eyes slowly lost as your vision faded to black…

…

It was not the sound of song birds that awoke you- but the sudden sound of yelling. Then the harsh pain of your hair being pulled by the root- Causing one's eyes to thrash open in a half asleep array of fear, anger and confusion.

Sight still blurred by this sudden startle- though the sound of a voice that was coated in rage.

“Who the fuck are you!? Answer me you whore- Or I swear I’ll strangle you right here and now!”

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creamiesstoryconer · 4 months

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Yandere Reader x Narancia (???)

This was a 20 minute warm-up writing thing so its pretty low effort and not truly complete

ngl i just wanted to post something on here so it wasnt just empty

only 323 words super light read

tw: obsessive reader (??)

Wind screams and hits against the plastic structure, like a desperate mother seeking out her lost child. The howls the Earth produced tonight, ones that would follow anyone into their retreat of sleep.

Lashings of cold and unforgiving water, batter and try to intrude upon the tiny house of sanctuary. One that was made of old plastic, already cracked and leaking.

The buzzing of faux light that floods from the street, enveloping what would be the pure whites of stars. It’s orange, yellow glow flickering showing faint weakness as nature seemingly tries to recover her night.

Despite the word seemingly wishing nothing but sour moods, the shining glow of your grin did not disappear. The echoing of the one with you,in the small chamber you will call home tonight.

Laughter despite it all…

Finally allowing you fatigued cheeks a rest, you glance at your pillar. The one who had helped you so far.

A mess of hair upon his head, black that could rival the sky at the present moment in time. Skin, no longer soft like when you first met, more tanned, callus. Battered my nature and the harsh days spent alongside one another. Lips, chapped as always, still pulled back into a bright smile. One that had seemingly never faded.

A mark of deep brown, fragmenting the face you knew so well. By nature your fingers reach out, to remove the blemish that marked his perfection. That sullied the one you deemed perfect, your prize.

His magenta eyes widened. Long lashes, one that seemingly could have been found on a doll pulled large. Pupils contracted as his features froze, those perfect doll-like eyes perfectly frozen.

Your cold fingers touch, glide across his cheek. Dancing across his honey coloured flesh high upon his cheek bone. A smile appears across your cheeks once again as he sits ever so silently.

Waiting…

Eyes fixed upon you. His gold. His life line. His mistress…

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depravitymoon · 1 year

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The dark side of Yandere Narancia

Author's Note: I wanted to make sure I established Narancia as a dangerous yandere. He is my favorite but he is more than just "UwU He baby". Also, this is a post-canon Everyone Lives AU.

((Warning: Threats, guilt-tripping, manipulation, unhealthy toxic relationship, implied stalking, delusional thinking, codependency.))

To summarize Yan!Nara: Narancia Ghirga is a bubbly cheerful ball of energy. When he's around you, he often shows off that signature big grin of his. Narancia is just so dedicated to you, and hangs on your every word. He indulges in your passions, even if he doesn't understand them, because he loves you so much!

Yandere MBTI: Reverent, Delusional, Manipulative, Lenient.

Yandere Type: Simp - The Obsessive Lovestruck type.

The biggest flaw(s) of Yandere Narancia Ghirga: He's a clingy, whiny, guilt-tripping, tantrum-throwing attention whore.

There are levels to Narancia's unhinged behavior:

Level 1

When he's not doing mafia work or hanging with the boys, he's bothering you.

He overtly invades your privacy and your personal space.

He doesn't see anything wrong with breaking and entering or even walking in on you naked.

"Don't worry! It's just me! I didn't break your locks! Oh, could you give me a key? I can help out with bills!"

Level 2

If you decline spending time with him, he will whine and insist you change your mind.

Doesn't matter if you're busy with work/school/drama. PAY ATTENTION TO HIM.

He'll try to bribe you for your time with expensive dates and gifts.

"There's this cool place I wanna take you to!"

"I got the new video game you wanted! Special Edition!"

"I got front row concert tickets to see Trish Una!"

Level 3

You also know his backstory, so he's hoping to use that to guilt trip you into doing what he wants.

If you insist on not going out with him, he will pout and tear-up.

He'll also complain how no one wants to hang out with him, giving a fake apology for bothering you.

"I just.... thought we were close...."

Level 4

If guilt-tripping doesn't work, he will resort to anger. It isn't towards you, it's towards people distracting you from him and his love.

His go-to move is threatening people with a switchblade to leave you alone.

If the problem is someone you're close to, he'll get the Bucci gang create a non-violent solution.

"Sucks that your sister cancelled on you! I got snacks to cheer you up!?"

Level 5

As a last resort, he will appear to you right after a mission. He's beaten, bleeding, barely conscious, and you'll have to rush him to the hospital.

You end up pitying him, leading to you visiting him and helping him recover. You'll even get Passione's gratitude for saving the Don's closest friend.

Ironically, gaining the trust of Italy's biggest mafia makes it harder to leave Nara, fearing it'd be seen as betrayal to do so.

You're not sure if Don Giovanna is the type to kill over minor grievances, and don't want to find out.

Hence, you're stuck with Narancia.

"I know it was meant to be! Everyone in the famaglia loves you! BTW, Giorno wants to have dinner with us! It's weird hearing you say 'Don Giovanna'."

Level 6

He really likes having a switchblade around.

When Narancia's presence puts you on-edge, he also becomes on-edge. He starts fidgeting with the knife in your presence.

What a 'coincidence' that whenever you let him do what he wants, the switchblade goes away!

"Chill! I'm not gonna hurt you with it. It's a nervous tic I got! I don't like arguing! Can't we just cuddle?!"

Extra thoughts on Nara:

It's not a matter of if you get to level 6. It's a matter of when. He will still call and text you repeatedly while he's on missions. If you don't attempt to text/call him back often, you will face his wrath when he returns home. If you get past Narancia's smothering, volatile, and delusional behavior, he's a gentle loving boyfriend who worships you. Things could get alot worse from here, but I want to keep this post Safe For Work.

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married-to-google-translater · 1 year

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Yandere Narancia Ghirga Headcanon

Narancia is a really really clingy, slightly delusional and manipulative yandere.

You two start off as just friends.

Narancia doesn't want to start a relationship with someone she can't trust.

When Narancia gets to know you, he will quickly fall in love.

If you were a kind and friendly person, it would happen even faster.

Now you two are dating.

He doesn't really accept no as a answer.

Narancia is sure that you are the perfect couple.

He would have a really strong fear of rejection.

Narancia always wants to know where you are and who you are with.

In general, he is also always with you.

Narancia needs a lot of your love.

He gets really irritated if he doesn't get enough of it.

He becomes even more clingy.

Narancia cries against your chest and begs you not to leave him.

He doesn't want to be alone again.

And Narancia won't stop until you promise it.

Soon you will start to distance yourself from your friends and family.

Narancia doesn't like punishment.

He might just lock you somewhere alone.

Or he makes you feel really bad.

But don't worry HE will forgive YOU

He always does

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bygiornogiovanna · 2 years

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"You are mine."

Yandere! Giorno Giovanna x Yandere! GN Reader

Summary: Reader realizes they are in love again with their kidnapper. And they make another discovery: Maybe they weren't any different than Giorno.

word count: 5.6k

Tw: yandere behavior, mentions of killing, mentions of blood, jealous Giorno, unhealthy relationship, reader being insecure, small sexual tension, reader thinks of killing people, violent Giorno, mentions of blood.

i wrote at this thing a whole day, i really hope people will like this.

Disclaimer: Every character is aged up!!

This work contains adult content! Read at your own risk!

It's been a while since your captor brought you to his mansion. More specifically, seven months. Seven months in which you didn't see the daylight, except when you were allowed to stay in the garden.

You couldn't exactly say that Giorno was a bad guy, not in the slightest. He was sweet and caring, always spoiled you, and never touched you without your permission, except for kisses and hugs.

Even his punishments weren't that bad. Physically, at least. Mentally, they were draining and, because of them, you started to crave his presence. Ever since he kidnapped you, you tried to convince yourself that he was a monster. And that you couldn't love someone like him.

But...you couldn't help it. Your old feelings were coming back stronger each time he kissed your hand, each time he whispered sweet nothing into your ear as you were cuddling. You knew that the Don of Passione wasn't a bad person.

Even though, it didn't make any sense! He kidnapped you! You weren't allowed to go anywhere without him! And he isolated you even from the simple contact with the maids and bodyguards, who never actually talked to you, each time you disobeyed him. So..why were you feeling like this?

In the last month, your feelings for Giorno Giovanna grew. And no, I don't mean the hatred and dread. No. You started to like his presence. To crave it when he wasn't around. But you were too stubborn to let it show, trying to convince yourself that you were just lonely.

One day, when he and his friends came over unexpectedly, you couldn't have been happier. You could finally discuss it with your closest friend from their group, Bruno. You and Bruno matched really well, his natural kindness making you more comfortable around him. Of course, you, Narancia, and Mista were also close since Narancia was energic and Mista was also really nice to be around, but there was something about Bruno that made you think you could talk anything with him. Fugo and Leone scared you, Fugo's anger issues made you more careful with what you say and do when he is near you.

"Amore." You heard Giorno's voice softly calling you from outside the door. He never entered without you letting him first.

"Yes?" You answer, cursing yourself for having to take a deep breath before answering.

"I saw you were lonely and, since you behaved so well in the past few weeks, I brought the boys here. Come, they are waiting for you." He says in his usual calm tone, making you blush. He knew you liked their company so he brought them here. You place down the book you were currently reading and get up, opening the door to be revealed with Giorno's face lighting up when he saw you. The man takes your hand and softly kisses it as if he was afraid of breaking it. "You look as beautiful as the sun, amore mio." His compliment makes you blush even more, covering your face with your hands.

"T-thanks, caro. You also l-look handsome today." You mutter, again cursing yourself for stuttering and being so shy with him. Giorno's eyebrows rose in confusion. It was the first time he ever saw you cover your face when he complimented you and also you complimented him back. What were you trying to do? Were you trying to escape again? Even after he made you promise you won't ever do it again? His position as Don made him suspicious of anything and everything, so you could imagine he wouldn't believe you. He saw your attitude towards him change in the past few weeks, but he still doubted you.

Deciding to brush it off, he took your hand and walked towards the mansion's living room, where his gang was waiting for him.

"Y/N! How have you been?" You heard Narancia scream the moment he saw you enter the room. A small smile made its way to your face. Nobody was ever as excited as Narancia when they saw you. Every boy stood up from their seats to talk to you, starting from, well, Narancia, all the way to Leone, who just said a small "How are you?".

"Can I hug them?" You whispered to Giorno, not wanting him to think anything else. You were still afraid of him, knowing everything he is capable of. He knew you liked hugs so he just nodded, kissing your right cheek As soon as you got permission, you hugged every single boy: Mista tried to hide his smile and returned your hug, Narancia was jumping up and down, almost killing you with his tight hug, Fugo and Leone just let you hug them, not being really affectionate and Bruno let you hug him for a little longer than you hugged the other men. Thing that didn't go unnoticed by Giorno.

Soon enough, they started watching TV or playing some random games the blonde had around his house. You sat next to Bruno and your husband, wanting to talk with the latter about the news.

"Do you want orange juice? I crave it since yesterday, can I make some?" You suddenly asked your husband, hoping he would let you.

"Hmm, sounds good, bella/o. Are you sure you don't want me to tell the maids to make it?" He smiled at you, cupping your cheeks. You blushed for the third time, a small "No, it's fine" escaping your lips. "Boys, do you want orange juice?" The man asked his friends and all of them agreed. Who could say no to orange juice? Smiling content, you got up and went into the kitchen, hoping Bruno followed soon. You did make him a small sign, but you didn't know if he had noticed.

"So, what did you signal me to follow you for?" Bruno's voice was suddenly heard, appearing after five minutes. You almost let your knife fall, startled.

"You scared me, shit. It's about..well, you know, Giorno." You whispered, afraid he was near.

"Hm? What about him?" Bruno cocked one of his eyebrows, confused.

"I...I feel weird around him. You know how he always compliments me and buys me stuff? Well...I'm starting to...ugh, how do I say it?!" You sighed, frustrated.

"You're trying to tell me you fell for-" He wanted to say but you covered his mouth.

"Don't say it like that! I didn't!" You almost screamed but stopped when you realized how loud you were. "I mean, I think it's just cause I'm lonely here and he is the only one who is with me. I can't fall for him! Okay, fine, he is handsome, rich, sweet, loving, treats me like a princess, and never hit me, but that doesn't mean I like him! Yes, maybe I do get butterflies and I blush every time he compliments me, but that also doesn't mean that I like him! He still kidna- Why are you laughing?" You started rambling but cocked a brow when you suddenly heard him laugh.

"Y/N, my dear...What you are describing here it's love. Even if you want to accept it or not, your feelings are coming back. And I'm laughing because of how flustered you look right now, it's adorable."

"Keep your voice down! He might hear you." You shushed him, starting to prepare the orange juice.

"What's with all this noise? I wanna know why are you laughing. I wanna laugh too!" Says Narancia entering the kitchen, taking a glass in his hands.

"Somebody finally fell in love. L'amore è nell'aria.(Love is in the air)" Bruno smirks when you shoot him a glare.

"Really?! With who?! Giorno won't be happy!" Asked Narancia, raising a brow. Oh boy, he was oblivious.

"With me." The man said in a sarcastic tone, rolling his eyes. "Use your fucking brain, Narancia!"

"Don't tell me! Noooo waaaaay! That's awesome! He will be beyond happy when he finds out." He gasped, clapping his hands.

"If you two don't keep your voices down, Giorno will have three funerals to organize, not two." You threatened, holding your knife at them.

"Why three?"

"Because I will kill you two, and I will kill myself after." You said, placing the seven glasses with juice on a tray.

"Giorno really made you crazy, didn't he? Didn't know craziness was contagious." Bruno smirked, making you roll your eyes.

"Shut up, you know him longer than I do. Now go, if you still want your legs intact. I think he's starting to get suspicious." You ushed them outside, knowing your husband and how jealous he could get. You got out of the kitchen and went straight into the living room.

"Where is Giorno?" You ask, looking around the living room. The only ones there were you, Fugo, Leone, and Mista, the rest of them unseen. You didn't pass by them on your way there, so that confused you. In response, you got a shudder from Leone and a "Dunno, he disappeared shortly after Narancia did". At his response, your eyes widen. What if he heard what you said? And more importantly, what if he misunderstood what you said?

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"What is taking them so fucking long? First Bruno and now Narancia too? What the fuck are they doing?" Giorno thought. The annoyance could be read on his face at the thought of his darling being between other men than him. Of course, he trusted his friends, but that couldn't stop the jealousy from rising. Without any word, he got up and went straight to the kitchen, wanting to enter. He stopped when he heard the conversation between them —

"Somebody finally fell in love. L'amore è nell'aria." He heard Bruno say.

"Really?! With who?! Giorno won't be happy!" Narancia replied, sounding confused and worried.

"With me." His friend replied. No. fucking. way. Who did he think he was?! To think that his darling would ever be in love with him. Giorno was fuming, red dots starting to appear before his eyes as he kept listening to the conversation.

"If you two don't keep your voices down, Giorno will have three funerals to organize, not two." You said, in a much lower voice than theirs. Giorno bit his lip, anxious because of what you said. Were you really capable of that? Of cheating on him, after everything he did for you?! Unacceptable. That behavior was unacceptable. If he found out his suspicions were true, he would make you two pay. Actually no, he would make Narancia pay too, for hiding it from him. He started listening again when he heard you speak.

"Now go, if you still want your legs intact. I think he's starting to get suspicious." No shit, Sherlock, of course, he was getting suspicious! It's been 20 minutes since you're doing some stupid orange juice, alone, with his friends.

A few seconds after you said that, Narancia and Bruno got out of the kitchen, awaited by a not-so-happy Giorno.

"You two, come with me." He said sternly, not even waiting for them to follow, going to one of the rooms a little far away from the kitchen. "What the fuck was happening there? Why were you with my Y/N?" Giorno asked, emphasizing the "my".

"I wanted to get water, as I said," Narancia answered, which wasn't a lie. He wanted to drink water but got caught up in the discussion.

"And you? What's your excuse mister 'They fell in love with me'?" Giorno asked in a mocking tone, gritting his teeth.

"So you heard our conversation. It's not polite to spy on other people." Bruno said, rolling his eyes, knowing that Giorno didn't hear the whole conversation, else he would be the happiest.

"Spare me the fucking bullshit, Bucciarati. I don't care if Y/N likes you, you stay away from them."

"Calm down, they don't like me. You misunderstood everything. I assume you heard me when I said "With me". I was sarcastic since this dumbass doesn't use his brain. I also told him to use his brain after that, but I catch that you didn't hear the whole conversation." Bruno explained, keeping his tone calm, trying to not enrage Giorno more. He knew how possessive he got.

"I can confirm." The other man said and Giorno still looked at them suspiciously.

"You are really lucky I trust you. Don't make me regret it, or else I really will organize funerals." The blonde threatened them, a serious look in his eyes.

"Tesoro? Where are you?" Your soft voice could be heard, calling for him. The second he heard you calling him, Giorno's features relaxed a little, wanting to go to you, but his phone rang. The Don of Passione groaned annoyed, signaling for his friends to leave.

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"Tesoro? Where are you?" You called for him, scared of what he would do. When you saw Narancia and Bruno get out of one of the rooms, you let out a sigh of relief. "What happened?" You whisper, concerned.

"He listened to half of our conversation and he thought you like me. I'm not sure if we fully convinced him you don't actually like me, but he seemed to calm down when he heard your voice." Bruno whispered back and you massaged your temples.

"Okay, it's fine, go back to the living room. I wanna make sure he isn't angry anymore." You whispered again and went to knock on the door. "Giorno, are you there?" You didn't get a reply, but instead, the door opened, revealing your husband talking on the phone while sitting on the edge of the bed. He signaled you to come into his lap, so you did. Taking a seat on one of his knees, you rested your head on his shoulder and he didn't seem to mind.

"Yeah, in two weeks from now it's fine. [..] Yes, tell everyone to come. [..] Goodbye." His tone now was so different from his usual tone. Well, it would be expected for him to take his role as Don seriously, but it was still a little shocking for you to hear such coldness and professionalism instead of his sweet, loving tone. "I missed you." He said softly, burying his face in your hair.

"But you saw me twenty minutes ago." You giggled, playing with one of his hands.

"Too much time away from you." He muttered again. "You know you are mine, right?"

"I...uh...yes, I know." You answered pretty fast, knowing better than to make him wait. It was the first time you actually felt butterflies and not fear from him saying those words. He seemed satisfied with your response, not that he would accept any other. "Let's go there, the juice won't be that good if we let it sit," Y/N said, letting their hand brush softly through his hair.

"But I want to stay with you, like this." He muttered, making circles on your side.

"We can stay like this with them too. Now let's go, please." You tried to get up, but his arms brought you back.

"Only if you give me a kiss." Giorno wanted attention from you, so he would get it one way or another. Blushing, you kissed his cheek. You knew he wasn't exactly satisfied, but he didn't push you anyway. Your heart pounded, threatening to get out of your chest when you felt him carry you in bridal style, going back into the living room.

When you two entered, you saw Narancia and Bruno give each other a look, Bruno was smirking and Narancia was trying to stop himself from laughing.

"The party after our next week's meeting will be in two weeks from now. My assistant just called me to ask for the date and I decided it should be a week after the meeting, we can get the job done until then." Giorno said while he put you on his lap again, resting his chin on your shoulder. Everyone hummed in agreement, knowing that their job was really important this time.

"Can I come too?" You asked him while taking a sip of your orange juice.

"You were going to come anyway, so yes, you can come too," Giorno answered with a small smile on his face. "After all, my lover needs to be by my side all the time."

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Since you found out about being invited to that party, you were so anxious about what you were going to wear. You even made a maid help you with choosing what you should wear. Well, the poor woman wasn't much of help since she told you that you looked pretty in every single dress you wore. So, you relied on your backup plan, which was making Narancia and Bruno help you choose.

This went on for several days, you three being locked in your room for hours, pairing multiple tops and skirts, or trying on every single one of your dresses. Finally, it was the day of the party and you were more nervous than ever.

"This is the eighth time you are indecisive over dresses this week, I'm going to cry if you don't pick one already. You only have four hours left!" Narancia said in a please-just-kill-me tone. The boy was totally done with helping, seeing you so indecisive.

"Well, you might as well wear nothing. I'm sure he will like it either way." Bruno winked and you felt your face heating up.

"Shut up!" You say throwing a pen at him.

"Hey! What was that for? I'm just saying the truth! Who wouldn't be happy with someone like you, even if you were naked!" Bruno says, raising his arms in defeat.

"Kill yourself, please. Both of you." You said, sighing.

"If that makes you happy, we will. But you will miss us. Just telling ya!" The other boy smirked, throwing back the pencil. You three started to laugh as you went back into the closet to try other dresses. You just realized you had so many, Giorno was really spoiling you, wasn't he? That thought made you smile.

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Giorno passed by your room, hearing your laughs, clenching his fists. He knew they were over to help you with something you refused to tell him, but why?! Why couldn't he help you and they could? Why didn't you laugh like that with him? What was so special about them? Did you really like Bruno? Or was he being delusional? Well, maybe you had more reasons to like Bruno. After all, he didn't kidnap you. He didn't punish you and he didn't treat you like he did. Maybe he was too harsh, harsher than he wanted to be. But he still didn't understand! He did everything you asked him to! All he wanted was for you to be safe and he knew that the only way to be safe was by being next to him.

Maybe he needed a nap. Or maybe he needed you to be with him, not with them.

"Okay so. We have two options left. Since he is going in a red suit, I will go either in a red dress or in a black one. So...black or red?" You asked your friends for the last time. You had around one hour to go so there wasn't much time left. The red dress was tight at your torso, with small straps and a v-cut, its length being slightly above the ankles. Instead, the black one was beyond the ankles but had a big split on your right leg. It was also off shoulders, showing off your clavicle.

"Black. It suits you better than red. Well at least, this dress." Says Narancia and Bruno nod, both smiling as you nodded your head. You went and changed out of the dress, giving it to one of the maids to iron it. You hugged your friends and thanked them for their help and then lead them to the door, high-fiving both of them.

"Don't worry, Y/N, I'm sure he will die when he sees you in that dress." Whispers Bruno, hugging you again. They both had a spare card from the mansion, so..if you wanted to escape, that would be an awesome chance. You looked up to see Giorno looking at you from the head of the stairs with a blank look in his eyes and you quickly brushed off that thought, walking up to him and hugging his taller frame.

"Hi, amore." Ah yes, you also brought yourself the courage to call him pet names, as he did to you. You didn't get any response, so you looked up at him. His blank expression didn't change so you frowned. "Is there something wrong?"

"What do you think?" He said sternly, his tone cold. The man pushed you off him, heading to the kitchen. "I'm surprised you didn't run away."

"Why would I..?" You asked, unsure of why he was acting like this. You didn't do anything wrong, more so, you actually gave him affection willingly.

"Since you like spending soooo much of your time with Narancia and Bruno, might as well go home with them." The blonde puffed out, rolling his eyes.

"What do you mean? I don't understand..What did I do wrong?"

"Oh, nothing! Absolutely fucking nothing. I'm just exaggerating again, aren't I? Maybe you are right to love Bruno, despite everything I did for you." He was already close to shouting, making you back away with a step or two.

"Me? Loving Bruno? I-I don't like him, what are you saying?" You frowned. You thought Narancia and Bruno solved that problem, but..apparently not.

"'Now go, if you still want your legs intact. I think he's starting to get suspicious.' 'If you two don't keep your voices down, Giorno will have three funerals to organize, not two'." He mocked you, rolling his eyes after. "Spare me the bullshit, I couldn't care less. You probably started giving me affection so I wouldn't notice, but I'm not blind, Y/N. They came here, without my permission, for the whole week. And I wasn't even allowed to know why. So why wouldn't I be mad?"

"I...You misunderstood the whole situation...It's not like that. I don't like Bruno, well, not more than a friend." You said and he sighed again.

"Could you at least stop lying to me?"

"I'm not lying!"

"Then tell me what were you talking about in the kitchen. And why they came here the whole week." Giorno's patience was running thin. He hated being lied to, even if he just suspected you were lying, without any proof.

"Fine...I...Uhm, I realized during this past month that I liked you back. That my past feelings came back and that I liked you even more. So, of course, when I realized that and got past my denial phase. The "Giorno will have to organize three funerals, not two", was about me killing Bruno and Narancia and killing myself after because they teased me about it. The "With me" was that Narnacia thought I fell in love with somebody else since Bruno said — Somebody finally fell in love. L'amore è nell'aria.—, and he knew that you would get mad. Bruno was sarcastic and after that told him to use his brain. Also, they came here the whole week to help me choose my dress. I have so many dresses and outfits and I don't want to embarrass you with what I'm wearing because what if we don't match? Also, I wanted to confess to you by writing a poem in Italian, but I felt like Bruno and Narancia were telling me things that meant, well...other things." You explained in a rush and you weren't sure if he understood what you said since you talked so fast.

"And...You expect me to believe this?" Giorno cocked one of his eyebrows, crossing his arms. At this point, he didn't know if you lied or not, but, even if it seemed like you were telling the truth, he was still suspicious.

"Well...Yes, since I'm telling the truth?" You questioned him, raising a brow.

"Fine. If you want me to believe you, kiss me. On the lips." He said shortly, looking at you dead serious.

"What?"

"Exactly what you heard. If you want me to believe your story, kiss me on the lips. If you hesitate, I'll think you are lying." Giorno said sternly and you knew that was a silent promise. He wouldn't believe you and who knows what he will do if he believes you don't like him. So, you take a deep breath and approach him, gluing your lips together. He seemed a little shocked as if he didn't expect you to actually do it.

Soon enough, his hands went to your waist, pulling you closer to him. His lips felt like heaven for you, and you were sure that he was on cloud nine. The poor man was waiting for a kiss from you since he met you. You felt his strong hands patting your thighs and you instinctively jumped, wrapping your legs around his torso.

Giorno was going absolutely feral the moment he tasted your lips. Now that he had you, he wasn't planning to let you go too soon. He softly pinned you to a wall, only breaking the kiss for air. Damn it, he wanted to kiss you forever. The way you looked at him while panting had him on his knees for you. He glued your lips together again, a soft whimper escaping your lips when you feel his hands massaging your thighs.

"Mh, G-Giorno, we have to be there in thirty minutes and neither of us isn't ready. W-we should stop." You said between his kisses. Ugh, the way his name rolled off your tongue and the way your hands gripped his hair made him go crazy.

"They can wait for us." He said seriously, one of his hands going to your cheek.

"As much as I would love to continue this, w-we can do it after the party." You said, softly massaging his scalp. He looked displeased that he had to end your lovely makeout session, but your word was his law. He let you down, giving you a little peck on the cheek after.

The two of you arrive at the party, his arm protectively around your waist, as you were leaning on him. Everybody was watching you two when you entered. Giorno didn't share a single smile until he arrived at the table his friends were seated at. You did the same, keeping a face that showed superiority. That's what he thought you on your way: Never let them know you didn't think of them as your inferiors. Even if you don't, make them know you are better than them. When you arrived at the table, there was a girl you didn't know. You heard about her, but you didn't know much, she never came over. Giorno was staying at the head of the table and he pulled you to the chair right next to his.

When it was time for him to offer his speech about how the meeting went and that the job went incredibly well, everybody clapped for him. You noticed everybody respected him, or, at least pretended to. After his speech, you noticed he was circled by a group full of girls. Seeing them and how they looked at him made you sick in your stomach. At that moment, you felt like taking a gun and shooting each one of them until they didn't move anymore. Or stabbing them in the back for even looking at him like that. Who did they think they were? Wasn't it clear, by the big, golden, ring he had on his finger, that he wasn't free? He was yours.

You wanted to scream and felt something inside you twist. You wanted to strangle them as hard as you could until they were begging for forgiveness and they were promising they won't ever look at him again. But even then, you wouldn't let them live. Why risk it? He didn't need them anyways!

Wait..What the fuck were you thinking? You couldn't even hurt a fly, why did you even think about something like that?!

Was this how Giorno felt every time he was jealous? Was this the feeling of possessiveness he was talking about? Was this why he kept you all for himself? You didn't know the answer to those questions, but you knew one thing. That you would do anything for them to disappear from your Giorno.

The look on your face might've reflected what you thought 'cause everyone at the table had a concerned look on their face.

"Y/N, are you okay?" Asked Bruno, touching your shoulder.

"I don't know, I feel sick. I..I'm going to go outside. If you need me, I'll be near the fountain." You answered, holding your stomach as you finally ripped your eyes off Giorno. "And no, I won't run. Promise." You added when Mista opened his mouth. Everybody nodded and you went outside. You really needed some fresh air. They were going to supervise you, they couldn't risk it.

All of those thoughts made you sick, but...At the same time, you don't regret thinking like that. Shit, were you any better than Giorno?

As you were sitting on the edge of the fountain, someone sat next to you. Looking up, you saw an unknown man looking back at you.

"Hello, miss. May I ask why are you sitting here all alone?" The man asked politely. At first, you wanted to tell him to fuck off, but...You needed a break from seeing the same people daily so you didn't say anything about that.

"Eh, you know. I just needed some fresh air. To clean up my thoughts and stuff." You smiled at him, appreciating his courage to talk to you. You thought that everybody here knew you belonged to Giorno and didn't dare to approach you, but it seems like not exactly everybody knew. The man, you learned his name was Jonathan, wasn't actually bad at all. He was very polite and his manners were on point.

The Don of Passione returned to his table, frowning when he saw your seat empty. "Where's Y/N?" He asked, looking at the others.

"They went outside. I think that seeing you with twenty girls around you made them feel something." Mista said, raising his shoulders.

"And you let them leave?" His frown never left his face. What if his fear became true? What if you ran away?

"They didn't run away. I just checked on them. They are at the fountain." Trish, the girl you didn't know, said. Hearing that made his shoulder relax, but he still needed you near him so he could feel at ease. Giorno went outside, heading to the fountain, but stopped when he saw somebody with you. He frowned again. Who is that? He thought. He knew him, but couldn't recognize him. But, more importantly, why was he making you laugh like that? Why were you so happy around him? Approaching you two, he was pretty sure his blood was close to boiling.

You turned your head when you heard steps, but shrugged it off easily, not recognizing who was coming toward you. Not until you saw Johnathan's hair being grabbed from behind by none other than your lover, his head being pulled back, towards him.

"Hey, didn't anybody tell you it isn't polite to flirt with married people? Especially with what's mine?" He spoke on even a colder tone than you ever heard him and the look he gave him sent shivers down your spine. Without expecting an answer, Giorno slammed his head on the fountain one time... then two times... then more times, until you stopped him, grabbing his arm.

"Amore, you are going to k-kill him." You whispered, looking at his face. He had a mad look plastered on it and you felt yourself rubbing your thighs together at that.

"Why would I spare him? He looked at you, more so, he spoke to you. And he also touched your hands. That's unacceptable. You're mine. Only mine." He said and you hugged his frame. Somehow, this made you only fall in love with him even more.

"You look so handsome when you try killing someone for me, you know that, caro mio?" You smiled, looking up at him.

"You also look terrifyingly beautiful when you think about killing for me, tesora/o. What, you thought I didn't notice the look on your face when all of those girls were all over me? But, don't worry your pretty head with that, I'm only yours." Giorno declared and that made you lean in and kiss him, his blood-stained hand cupping your cheek.

Okay, maybe you were also mad.

#don giorno #jojo x reader #jjba x you #jjba giorno #giorno giovanna #yandere giorno #yandere #narancia jojo #bruno bucciarati #jojo golden wind #jojo part five #giorno x reader #yandere themes

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shineonyoucrazyyandere · 1 month

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Eyyyyyyyyy yooooooooo! How are ya? Could i trouble you for a yandere narancia with a power lifter! mechanic! Darling? Stronk people make me

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He’s going to admire you almost like a god with all the cool things you seemingly can do. Powerlifting? Amazing? Dealing with mechanics? He’s in!. Narancia only gets agitated when you have to deal with other people in your line of work or hobby. There’s many times he’ll scare them off behind your back without you knowing. Or if they’re a long time coworker or something he’s sulking once he finds out.

There is a thing he is extremely good at when very jealous, time wasting. Asking you every little detail about whatever you’re working on, he even manages to absorb some of this information himself. He doesn’t care how strong or weak you are, anything you do is a bonus to this guy. It even inspires him to ask you to help him later and hopefully keep other people at bay for longer. He doesn’t usually hesitate to act rather standoffish when someone dares interrupt a session.

There’s days he’s standing around the place you’re working at. Jumping at a chance to catch a glimpse of you, and will literally blow everyone else off except you. If you’re concerned about him having other friends/interests he tells you he’s fine, he can just do what he wants with you. No, you can’t even keep him out of certain places as he manages a way to pick the locks just to see where you’re at. (Though he does have somewhat of the smarts to lock something back up if there’s valuable things in that room, not accounting he’d probably just shoot an intruder with Aerosmith or stab with his knife)

Outside of his life in Passione, he sees you as the main person he can love and trust. No matter what your hobbies, he’s not going to let much if anything stand in between the two of you.

#yandere #yandere jjba #yandere imagines #yandere jjba imagines #yandere jjba x reader #yandere headcanons #yandere narancia

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dilfartist · 2 years

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The yandere Game | Golden wind edition.

You didn't expect many people to be in the town Carnival. Nor did you expect to be separated from your friend group. It wasn't like you could call them and find them, your phone was dead. So, you strolled around the carnival hoping to find your friends. You continued to stroll and found yourself in a trance as you passed one of those fortunetelling robots from the 80s, that somehow still operated. “Free.” a piece of paper read on top of the machine, meaning you needed no money to have your fortune told.

fascinated by the machine, you decided to press the red button in the middle. The light inside the machine turned on revealing the fortune teller. An old, nostalgic type of toon commenced as the machine came to life. “Hello, Dear. Are you ready to have your fortune told? I can already tell your fortune is full of love.” you felt even more intrigued by the mention of love. You didn't have the best luck with love, and the mention of a future love life excited you greatly.

“Place your palm against the palm reader.” you did as told. The machine bobbed its head up and down as it spoke. “I’ll ask you questions and I'd like you to answer honestly. After the test, I'll tell you about your soulmate. The person who is right for you.”

Something about the way the machine spoke, sounded depraved. Like there was something more sinister behind the person who you would call your soulmate.

Requests are open for yandere soulmate matchups!

The rules are simple; describe yourself, describe what you want in a partner (don't make it obvious who you want to get), tell me the place you would want to meet your soulmate, and what type of soulmate Au you would like. Also please tell me your age. You don't have to tell me the exact number just tell me if you are an adult or not.

soulmate AU's you can choose: red thread, your soulmates voice inside your head, names on wrists, and soulmates dreams are each others memories.

Quick reminder; my yandere stories are not meant to be Romantic, they are made for horror. I do not condone any yandere behavior in real life.