#don giorno x reader

[mrsgiovanna]

Fighting Imperfections (Don Giorno x Wife!Reader)

I'm sorry, this is just me projecting. I can't remember if I posted this before, but here goes.

Word count: 1.2 k

Warnings: sad, self depreciating reader.

You sighed heavily as you walked out the last of Giorno’s guests. Normally the murmurs of how beautiful of a couple you two are would make you beam with joy, but today it annoyed you because it only amplified your insecurities. Another day… of smiling through the alternating pain and emptiness. Your cheeks hurt, but the physical pain was welcomed, it was so much easier to bear than the ache that thumped in your chest with every heartbeat- a painful reminder that you were still breathing. As the last car rounded the corner away from your luxurious home, your shoulders finally slumped and you trudged away from the door. The master bedroom was one of the few places where you felt safe enough to let your tumultuous emotions wash over you, so there you went.

You had struggled with these negative emotions for many years, losing chunks of time to this unshakeable melancholy. They were difficult to predict or counter. You had locked the door behind you, wanting to try and restore some semblance of calm to your demeanor before facing Giorno again. You threw off the gorgeous designer dress and took a shower before throwing on something soft and comfortable. You had every intention of rejoining your husband but just getting yourself through that little routine had drained whatever energy you had left. He'd be better off catching up with your shared associates though, you mused, feeling as though you wouldn't add anything valuable to their video conferences. Firmly tucked away, drawing your knees towards your chest, you allowed the floodgates to open and let everything out. Usually, a good cry would take care of some of the negative emotions, but this time, it didn't seem to work.

Intrusive thoughts about the worst scenarios plagued your mind despite trying to push them aside. You tried thinking about the good things and how much you had been blessed with but it always morphed into a scenario in which you would ultimately be left alone… so you thought about Giorno and how he makes a daily promise to never leave your side. But you had lost so much, what if he was just lying to you and you'd eventually have to deal with losing him too…

No…

You took as deep a breath as your constricted chest would allow you to and tried to focus your attention on something positive.

Giorno… you thought of him more and your heart ached for a different reason. He loved you, you knew that, but your mind had always managed to convince you that he would be better off with someone else, someone beautiful and vibrant, someone worthy of him because beneath it all you're just a broken doll. The repair is near perfect and nobody can see the fault lines where you cracked, but you feel every fracture, constantly reliving each event that put the cracks there in the first place.

You felt the bed sink on one side as a large comforting hand rubbed your back in circles before pulling back the covers you had buried yourself under.

"You know I'd end anyone who hurts you?"

"I know…"

"So what do I do when you're the one hurting yourself?"

Giorno's glassy eyes didn't leave your face, searching for an answer to his question.

You met Giorno's gaze, feeling a mixture of vulnerability and love in his eyes. His concern was evident, and it touched you deeply. Taking a moment to compose yourself, you reached out and held his hand, intertwining your fingers with his.

"I'm sorry," you whispered, your voice filled with raw emotion. "I don't want to hurt myself, but sometimes it feels like I can't escape these thoughts. They consume me, and I can't help but doubt myself, doubt our love."

Giorno's grip on your hand tightened, his thumb gently caressing the back of your hand. "You are not a broken doll, my love," he said, his voice filled with sincerity. "You are the most beautiful and resilient person I know. I fell in love with every part of you, including the cracks. They are a part of your story, a testament to your strength."

Tears welled up in your eyes as his words resonated with you. It was moments like these that reminded you why you fell in love with him in the first place. He saw beyond your insecurities and loved you unconditionally.

"I'm trying, Giorno," you replied, your voice wavering. "I'm trying to believe in myself, in us. But sometimes it's overwhelming."

Giorno leaned in, pressing a tender kiss to your forehead. "You don't have to go through this alone," he assured you. "I'm here for you, always. We'll face these demons together, and I'll do whatever it takes to help you heal."

Feeling his love and support envelop you, a glimmer of hope sparked within your heart. With Giorno by your side, maybe you could overcome these insecurities and find the peace you longed for.

You snuggled closer to Giorno, seeking solace in his comforting presence. "Thank you," you whispered, your voice filled with gratitude. "I love you."

Giorno smiled softly, his eyes filled with warmth. "I love you too, more than words can express," he replied, his voice laced with sincerity. "Remember, we are a team, and together, we can conquer anything."

Giorno's gaze held a mixture of tenderness and longing, mirroring the emotions swirling within you. Slowly, he leaned in, his lips hovering just above yours, seeking permission and reassurance. You met his gaze, the unspoken understanding between you palpable.

With a gentle nod, you closed the remaining distance between your lips, initiating a kiss that conveyed both vulnerability and passion. It was a kiss that spoke of shared burdens and unyielding support, a tangible connection that transcended words.

The kiss deepened, as if pouring all the love and reassurance you both felt into this single act. It was a moment of solace, a reminder that you were not alone in your struggles. Each brush of your lips conveyed a promise—a promise to heal together, to support one another, and to cherish the imperfect beauty of your shared journey.

Time seemed to stand still as you lost yourself in the tenderness of the moment. The world outside your bedroom faded away, leaving only the two of you, entwined in a cocoon of love and understanding.

When you finally pulled away, breathless and yet more at peace than before, you found solace in Giorno's eyes once again. There, in the depths of his gaze, you saw unwavering devotion and a fierce determination to help you find happiness.

With a small smile, you whispered, "Thank you, Giorno. Thank you for loving me."

Giorno's voice was filled with sincerity as he replied, "Always, my love. Always."

And in that moment, you believed him. You believed in the power of love to heal and overcome and to create a future where your insecurities would no longer hold you captive. Together, you would face whatever challenges lay ahead, guided by the strength of your bond and the depth of your love.

As you lay in his arms, you allowed yourself to believe in his words, finding solace in the love and support he offered. The journey towards healing would be challenging, but with Giorno by your side, you knew you could face anything that came your way. In the sanctuary of his embrace, his presence soothed your troubled mind, and a moment of quiet intimacy enveloped the room. The weight of your insecurities and pain began to fade as you focused solely on the love between you, knowing that in this imperfect existence, you had found a love that was flawless.

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[cravingsfromatwistedone]

may i perhaps request giorno dinner night headcanons with his s/o? ❤️ also welcome back!

DINNER NIGHT HEADCANONS WITH DON GIOVANNA [ HEADCANONS / FLUFF ]

AUTHOR'S NOTE: HELLO, DARLING! THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR REQUESTING THIS! I FOUND MYSELF HEAD OVER HEELS FOR GIORNO OVER THE FIRST FEW EPISODES SO WRITING THIS MADE FEEL VERY SATIATED! I HOPE IT'S TO YOUR LIKING AND ENJOY READING, DARLING TW: CANON DIVERGENCE, EVERYONE'S ALIVE AU! DON! GIORNO GIOVANNA X FEM! READER

╭───────────────── ╰──➤ (っ◔◡◔)っ ♥ FLUFF ♥

┊❥ Dinner with Giorno himself is rare ! You might think that being a Don might've cut him some slack of doing work but with a bigger position comes with bigger responsibilities !

┊❥ That's why dinner nights with Giorno are so well-thought out and delicately planned by him, the Don ensuring that anything from his line of work doesn't disturb your night together even the slightest; after all, he has Bruno to stand-in for him if something arises

┊❥ Giorno will croon sweetly to your ear, announcing that you both will be eating at one of the finest restaurants in Venice at a later hour; the Don pulling away to plant a chaste kiss to your forehead as he encourages you to be prettiest you can for him tonight

┊❥ You'll see one of the brightest smiles on Giorno's face the moment you walked down the stairs, his emerald eyes glinting under the light of the chandelier as he offers up his arm for you to take. From there on, the male's hands starts to wander just a little bit, nothing too scandalous

┊❥ During the car ride, Giorno constantly showers you with gentle pecks to your cheeks and hands, his fingers smoothing over your own accompanied with the ever so tempting promises he whispers to you of what will entail after the dinner; the don just likes teasing you of what's on his mind and his heart flutters upon seeing the pink tint of your cheeks

┊❥ The moment you both step foot into the premise, the customers and staff itself rose as if to greet you, their faces bright and ecstatic as the waiters ushered you in; Giorno was a great and kind don to the people of Italy so it's not a wonder people would celebrate his and missus's arrival

┊❥ Once they direct you to your seats, a table privately tucked away on the upper floors of the restaurant and the moon beaming down on your figures as if to bless your union after so, so long of being apart; Giorno grabbed your hand and pressed a longing kiss to it

┊❥ "Il mio amore, il mio prezioso," He murmured, blond lashes fluttering as he looked up at you "Do you know how much I love you? Do you know how much I yearn for you?" He asked, knowing very well of the answers behind it the moment you shyly look away from him

┊❥ The rest of the dinner went rather smoothly; the food impeccable and the gifts he pulled out from the pocket of his coat, only for you to gush them with praises, was worth every second he had spent planning everything that night. The smile on your face even rivaled the very moon itself; so bright and charming for the don

┊❥ But that's not the only thing, though! Once the dinner is finished and on your way ride home together, you'll be immediately whisked up into his arms. The staffs of the estate dismissed for the evening as Giorno acts out the last bit of his plan; making sweet and tender love to you throughout the late hours of the night

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[abellaheart-blog]

my love!! can I request some nsfw don giorno headcanons pls?? I thirsttttt for grown and sexy giorno omg 😭 thank you so much for doing these!

Author Note: Yes beloved anon! 🥰 Don Giorno Nsfw headcanons coming right up! Might’ve gone a bit over board with these but I couldn’t help myself. I don’t blame you for thirsting for him. I thirst for him too but then again who doesn’t?? And your welcome ❤️ I made them safe for both male and female readers. Also Giorno will be aged up, 20+

Warning: Explicit sexual content ahead! Various kinks, positions are mentioned, etc. aged up character.

Don Giorno Giovanna x Reader (Male & Female)

NSFW🔞 Headcanons

Divider by maysdigitalarts

Giorno is an absolute gentlemen and he’s waited ever so patiently for you to be ready to be intimate in the bedroom with him so once you’re ready, be prepared

Giorno is a switch and when he’s top he’s going to be either gentle and loving or rough and sensual. It really depends how he’s feeling. He doesn’t mind being soft with you, he likes to be romantic in the bedroom.

He’s also amazing at praising. He’ll speak a lot of Italian too from pet names to cussing from pleasure.

He’s going to adore you begging or saying his name when you cum

He also has an overstimulation kink he’s going to give you plenty of orgasms' and you’re going to take it

When he’s a sub he gets very turned on by praise, hair pulling, doggy style, toys, he likes getting belittled, teased, and he’s into pet play or being your slave

If you’re not into the same stuff it isn’t a deal breaker since he likes to pleasure his partner

When he’s praised he’s going to moan and blush. He loves his body getting touched and praised by you he’s giving you pleading eyes when you do so.

He’s groaning when you pull his braid or mess it up. Please pull on his round bangs too. He’ll say your name in such a pleading moan.

Having sex on his don chair is an absolute must. He’ll want to think about it when he misses you

He will love if you massage him after a long day and begin giving him teasing touches or kisses. It really works him up.

Leaving marks on him also works him up.

If you’d like to give him a blowjob I suggest to go somewhere private because he’s loud. I wouldn’t suggest hotels unless you want others to hear. He’ll moan and scream but trust me it’s worth it. He’ll tell you exactly what your doing feels amazing and he’ll tell you exactly what he wants.

He doesn’t mind dressing up for his lover so if you want him to wear something in the bedroom he’ll automatically agree to it. Anything to please you.

He’s totally into car sex. He’ll make sure it’s in one specific car so it still smells like sex and your scent so he can masturbate before or after work

If you speak another language he’ll say a couple flirting pet names or comments in your language too.

One last thing. You can’t look at this man and tell me he wouldn’t be a good male stripper for his significant other 👀 c’mon look at those poses or how he strips his clothing like it’s nothing (Examples here👇)

Female Partner

Giorno’s got the perfect jawline for his face to be ridden on. It’s going to feel AMAZING. He’s going to eat you out like no tomorrow. Those plush lips give the softest of kisses and it feels like heaven when he begins sucking. Please make a mess on his face. Be sure to compliment his sharp jawline it motivates him and it’s worth it to feel that smirk against your pussy. He’ll even make a flirting comment back. He knows his hot breath and soft lips against your pussy is giving you shivers down your back.

He’ll constantly praise your pussy.

“This pussy is so delicious, amore.”

“So perfect I can’t stop, mia bellissima (my beautiful).”

Giorno loves your moans the louder the better. He’s praising them as well. Actually he’s worshipping you.

Super turned on when he makes you squirt. Please get his trademark suit dirty. If you get his golden hair or his torso he’s going to have a smug expression across his face. If you get his signature don outfit dirty, yes the black and green one, then you’re in for it. He’s going to make you lick it up. Only so he can taste it when he makes out with you while fucking you in his suit. The don is parched if you get his chest in his boob window. Watching you lick up your own cum on his pecs gets this man going. It’s enough to make him cum because he’ll think about it when he’s at work next time. He’ll have wet dreams about it too. This is your opportunity to tease him because he’ll get flustered about it.

Lingerie is a must if you want him getting heated fast but body harnesses? He’s going to get so bashful around you. You got him wrapped around your finger.

If you’re a flirt he’s going to be such a tease and flirt back. If you manage to make him blush he’s melting inside

If you’re shy he’s going to adore you. He thinks it’s absolutely adorable. Soft Giorno is now unleashed. His heart is melting.

He loves a girl that dresses up like his maid, bunny, or kitty. He wants to brush your hair and pamper you. If you’re his maid he promises to reward you generously. Bonus points if you call him Don Giovanna of Mr. Giovanna. Also please sit on his lap. He wants to wrap an arm around you or grab your lovely face.

He’ll like a little bride outfit/lingerie because he likes to pretend it’s your honeymoon. He’ll have heart eyes while he’s making love to you. He likes leaving the cheap wedding veil on you since you look both breathtaking and it feels like the real deal to him. Wearing a goddess, nymph, or cupid outfits also have the same affect on him. You’re getting that “honeymoon” treatment regardless of being in the outfit outside the bride cosplay.

He’s giving you a plethora of romantic names in Italian.

He moans and gets whiny when you ride him

He likes sucking on your breasts. He’ll be gentle with them. He doesn’t have preferences for size he loves them all. Expect a lot of kisses.

If you wear a dress or skirt when he’s in the mood he’ll make a bunch of teasing touches like caressing or playing with your inner thighs sometimes smacking it. He’ll remove your panties. If you’re wearing something thin like lingerie or a thong he’ll rip it off of you.

He loves stockings so he’s going to admire them while he’s fucking you or looking at you from behind

He’s got a bit of a master/slave kink both receiving and giving. He’ll like begging for you calling you mistress, goddess, anything to get you to pleasure him. He loves when you tug at his collar. He’s going to love your heal pressing against his neck or chest. He’s such a slut for licking your boot/heal. If you make him howl or bark he’ll gladly do so. He’s also into getting whipped by you too. If you’re receiving he’s quite the rewarding master. He picks the most expensive collars for you and he wants to be called Giovanna or master. He’s going to make you speak Italian too so you better be good or you’ll get withheld pleasure and you’re going to have to start begging.

Male Partner

Giorno’s thick lips will feel amazing around your dick. He’s going to be good at giving blowjobs. He’ll do them anytime you want to as long as it’s private. He’s also into face fucking, giving and receiving.

He’ll love calling you his bello or caro 

He loves pecs, thighs, and muscles. He’s going to praise them all. Teasing touches, marks, kisses. He’ll do them all.

If you’re taller than him he’ll like you pressing him against the wall or furniture. He’s going to be a little shit/brat so beware but once you hit his sensitive spot he’s going to be moaning your name in no time.

If you’re shorter then he likes to put you in positions where your arms are extended from behind your back or you’re underneath him

Giorno will beg and lay his head against your lap/abdomen when he’s really needy or wanting soft sex

He admires tattoos on a man especially on their back muscles or chest

Giorno is into pet play and has a master/slave kink, giving and receiving. When he’s your pet or slave he’s going to do anything your heart desires. He’ll call you master or sir. When he’s “master”, he’ll call you pretty boy or slave boy. He’s quite the rewarding master. Bonus points if you call him don Giovanna or Mr. Giovanna. He likes leather collars by the way (on himself or you).

He’s going to get flustered if you’ve got genital piercings or tattoos.

He wants all your cum but if you decide to get his back or chest he can’t help but love how it feels. He’s praising you.

If you wear his outfits or clothing he’s instantly marking your neck or shoulder and whispering about how badly he wants you. Bonus points if you make sexy poses.

He’ll like giving you hand jobs too so if you’re also into quickies this will be great. He’ll suggest them sometimes while he’s driving. If you offer then he gladly accepts but he’s going to bite at your neck.

He wants his man to call him daddy because he’ll like to tease you for it. If you want him to call you daddy it needs to be earned. Have fun putting him in his place. He also likes getting called pretty man or gorgeous. It’s meaningful when you tell him.

When he uses his stand he’ll grow vines to wrap around your dick or slide them inside you.

Giorno is also loving and he’ll like to hold you against him, calling you masculine Italian pet names. In these moments if he smells cologne or masculine body washes he’ll certainly blush. When you kiss him because you notice, he’s instantly melting in the kiss.

How Giorno talks to you in the bedroom:

“Stai bene in questa posizione, carino.”

(You look good in this position, cutie.)

“È tutto quello che hai, bello.”

(That all you got, handsome?)

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⌕ jojo's bizarre adventure - giorno giovanna.

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[thecw-unicorn]

Holiday Dreams. Yandere! Giorno x reader

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

Giorno is aged up by the way!

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

Every day was the same.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

In your dreams.

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

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

“No.” You mutter a reply.

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

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

He would figure it out sooner or later.

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[joestvr]

༺✮ atashi no kimyona jinsei // あたしの奇妙な人生 ✮༻

༺✮ summary: five years after the fall of diavolo, you, y/n romano, who was sent away to japan at 11 to further your studies—find the courage to come back to naples after living out your schoolgirl & gaijin university student facade in morio-chou to see how your clan’s worsened—as well as become the “donna” of your father’s gang, il terrore, while your older brother is the real leader behind the scenes, just using you as a front. with plans to murder your clan, you seek the particularly handsome young don of passione for friendship. with your tyrant father’s intervention, your friendship with the don turns to something you never saw coming.

★ 1 // il terrore

★ 2 // bella

★ 3 // viva romano

★ 4 // morte al romano

★ 5 // sorellina

★ 6 // amore

a/n: me pretending this chapter isn't short af

tw for whatever idk

1 week later

After a week of trying not to kill yourself or packing your bags and fleeing Italy, rotting in your bed and rethinking your life decisions, you finally forced yourself to get up.

In a daze, you took a taxi and made your way to where Trish was staying. AKA: Giorno's mansion and Bucciarati gang household.

You rung the doorbell and prayed Trish would answer it, and she did not. It was Bucciarati... He was quite handsome, you noticed this from the first time you met him. Charming, too.

"Ah, Donna Romano." He smiled charmingly, inviting you inside.

"Please, there's no need for honorifics." You stepped inside the beautiful foyer. It was just as Trish had described.

You wondered if Giorno would buy a house like this for you after marriage.

"Bella, it is, then." He kissed your hand and looked up, "Trish is just upstairs."

"Thank you." You squeezed his hand and nearly ran up the stairs in excitement.

You burst through her room and shut it, locking the door. "Triiishh~"

"Babe, what happened?" She stood up from her bed and hugged you.

"Bucciarati's kinda hot! That dark hair, eyes, and charming smile~" You giggled and sat down in bed with her.

Her smile faded into a cringe as she put her hand on your shoulder. "Babe, please don't say that again. Bucciarati's like a father to us."

"He could totally be a DILF then! Isn't he so cute?" You said through your laughs.

"Gross."

You chuckled and hugged her more.

"Y/n, are you okay? You seem a little..." she furrowed her eyebrows, "Are you high?"

You stopped laughing. "What the hell? No!"

"You must be high off of insanity, if not a certain substance..." She mumbled incoherently.

"I'm just trying to be positive." You replied increduosly.

"Is everything okay?" She replied, starting to get concerned. You always acted delirious like this when you were-- more or less, depressed.

You shrugged. "Um, I'm getting married off, so..."

"WHAT?!"

★★★★★★★

On your way out, you noticed Giorno waiting by the door. You felt a sense of dread, he had probably known about the arrangement by now, but you hoped he wouldn't mention it.

"Giorno." His name left your lips with a sigh as you stared into his beautiful emerald eyes, feeling solemn. You put on your heels and coat, picking up your purse, a little too close to him for comfort. The tension was thick in the air, making your breath hitch in your throat.

"Bella. Everything okay?" He said in his usual smooth, charming voice, with a sincere smile. His tall figure towering over you, his golden hair was down, curled in intricate ways, the familiar scent of his cologne making you crave more, the setting sun's light hitting his face so perfectly.

What was this feeling?

"Yes," you said in a raspy voice after a moment of silence, looking down.

"Do you need a ride? I don't mind."

"No, thank you, I can just walk." You shook your head, moving a few strands of hair from your face, then tried to walk past him.

"Please, I insist." He pleaded, taking your hand, making heat rise to your cheeks and look up at him. His warm calloused fingertips brushed over the bandages that covered your hands, and he looked down, a pained expression coming over his face at the sight. How embarrassing, you thought, wanting to cry.

You immediately pulled your hand away, frightened at his sudden touch, at a loss for words.

"Sorry." He noticed your tense demeanor and took a step back, not wanting to make you uneasy. That's a sight for sore eyes, you thought. Vince was never like that.

"No... I—You can take me home..." You mustered out nervously.

"Are you sure? I don't want to make you uncomfortable." He said with such a tender and caring voice, you would melt. When has Vince ever treated you like this?

"Maybe this won't be so bad... Being with Giorno." 

"It—It's okay, I really appreciate it." You managed to smile, avoiding eye contact with him.

He grabbed a key and opened the door for you, letting you go first.

He went to the garage and opened it, revealing the most gorgeous burgundy Lamborghini. You bit your lip and squealed, your apprehension suddenly fading away.

Your second most beloved interest besides fashion: Cars. You loved cars as much as you loved fashion, which said a lot.

"What a beautiful car, GioGio!" You smiled wide, looking up at him.

He smiled back down at you. "Not as beautiful as you, amore."

"Waaah... He's mega rich... He really is a Don..." 

He unlocked the car, the winged doors going up, allowing you to sit inside the luxurious passenger seat.

He got in and started the car, pulling out of the driveway with ease and driving smoothly.

After five minutes of silence, he sighed deeply and kept his eyes on the road, and spoke up. "Y/n, if you are not happy with this arrangement... I will gladly break it off. I don't want to force you into anything." His tone was serious, but so loving.

"No, Giorno, I— I don't have anything against this..." You mumbled earnestly.

"Please, amore," he pleaded, "I would never do anything to force you into this engagement and I will not be angry if you're not comfortable going through with it. I understand if you don't want to, we don't know each other very well."

You shook your head. "I'm willing to give this a try. We can get to know each other."

"As you wish." He nodded.

A few minutes later, he stopped at a red light and looked down at your hands, then back up at you. "May I ask what happened to your hands, Bella?"

"...Just an accident while cooking." You responded gravelly, then cleared your throat.

"Are you sure? Doesn't look like it." He pried, frowning.

"Don't worry about it." You murmured.

"I should heal this for you. My stand ability—"

"No, it's fine, really." You interrupted.

"Very well then." He muttered.

The car ride was silent until he arrived at Alexander's estate.

"Thanks... Giorno." You forced a smile and quickly got out.

You opened the door and all the lights were off, it was also totally quiet. You had an eerie, sinking feeling as you took your shoes off and quietly walked inside.

"Alex...ander?" You called out, "Alima?"

You walked slowly into the living room, your heart dropping as you saw a trail of blood slowly traveling across the floor.

You came closer and gasped.

Alexander. Alima. Leo. Elena.

Slashes across their chests, their backs... You looked down at your hands and they were suddenly covered in blood, your katana stained with blood in your right hand.

"No..." You whispered, "This isn't real..."

"No! Cheri Lady..." You called out your stand, only to hear her soft giggles as she morphed her appearance to yours, face and clothes stained in blood.

"This is your future, Y/n." She said, grinning, "Isn't this what you want?"

"No! This is all but an illusion..." You whispered, your vision spiraling. You felt wetness running down your cheeks, but they weren't tears.

You wiped your cheeks and saw the blood flowing from your eyes. A side effect of something Cheri Lady's abilities rarely allowed you to do—A premonition. A look into the future.

"Your hatred will drive you to a dark, dark place, Y/n... The grudge you've held in your heart for so many years is fueling your yearning for vengeance..." She laughed more.

"No, Cheri Lady!" You cried out.

"This is why I've allowed you to have a glimpse into the future, Y/n. Don't you remember the last time?" She laughed deeply, "You saw your handsome friend—Josuke-kun, was it? Murdered by that killer. And your other friends, too."

"I-I—I prevented Yoshikage Kira from killing my friends, y-you showed me how everything would play out..." You stuttered anxiously.

"Now, here you will." She opened her arms and smiled at the scene before you.

"I—"

"But wait. Isn't the rest of your family what you want?"

You turned and you found yourself in the Romano populated neighborhood where all of your extended family lived. Blood smeared on the windows and walls of each house, bodies with slashes across their backs and chests littered each house. The influence of your longing for a normal life—the grudges you aimlessly held in your heart over the years desperately whispering, "Make this your reality. They're nothing to you."

"Come back to reality, Alexander's come back home." She interrupted your psychological turmoil, then vanished. Her giggles echoed in your head.

You turned around, seeing Alexander standing by the door taking his jacket off. "Y/n."

"Alexander." You muttered, regaining your composure.

"Another glimpse into the future, sorellina?" He smiled almost mockingly. Just like his father.

You shook your head and went to grab a tissue to wipe the blood running down your cheeks.

"You should talk to Vince, cuore. He's a mess."

You stopped. Oh shit.

You totally forgot about Vince.

"Ok." You replied, raising your eyebrows.

"I told him about your... engagement. Stupid motherfucker punched me in the face." Alexander hissed and took off his hat.

Yikes.

"Yikes." You remarked.

"He said it's my fault, how I'm just Father's puppet, I don't care about you, blah blah blah." Alexander rolled his eyes.

"Maybe he's right." You shrugged.

He frowned then went back to a normal expression. "Anyway— after we roughed each other up, he started tearing up. The poor guy felt so bad after your argument."

"Ok." You nodded.

"He really wants to apologize, but he can't imagine you with another guy besides him."

"Ok. I don't really give a fuck, so..." You shrugged.

"God, it's like talking to an unemotional psychopath whenever I'm with you." Alexander scowled.

"Ok."

"Where's my wife?" He asked.

You shrugged again. "Dunno. Housewife stuff. It's not like she has a job to go to...her university degrees are collecting dust on the mantel."

"Why don't you get a goddamn job and stop wasting my money all day? Or maybe go to grad school and do something with your life?" He retorted condescendingly.

"Should I make dinner, my handsome and kind brother?" You said mockingly.

"No, I'm afraid you might cut yourself again." He leaned in and mumbled as he took your bandaged hand and glared down at you coldly.

"You don't know anything." You muttered as you met his gaze, eyes beaming a slight red from your stand's instigation.

He gripped your wrist tighter, not letting you pull away. "Those eyes, sorellina... What do you see?"

"I see you dead at my feet." You murmured, a smile creeping up against your lips.

His expression darkened and he shook his head. "Just me? Or the entire clan, too?"

You smirked in response, staying quiet.

He let go of your wrist, shoving you away. "You traitorous, conspiring—"

"Ah, ah, Alexander, I see the truth behind your meaningless lies. No need to curse me." You interrupted, your hands shaking for the release of spilling blood.

"Maybe I should kill him."

"You shouldn't have come back here, Y/n. I can just see that murderous look in your eyes. It's sickening, waking up every day and seeing you plotting on all of us." Alexander replied, rubbing his eyes.

"It's because of you, Alessandro. You made me this way."

He sighed deeply and rubbed his forehead. "I'm not some man you can use your pretty face to manipulate, Y/n. I'm not Vince, nor your little boytoy the Don."

"Don Giovanna is lucky to be betrothed to me. I'm the most sought after woman in Italy." You smirked more.

"Dio mio, Y/n... Your arrogance is painful to listen to." Your brother winced at your arrogance.

"But I'm the most beautiful woman around, na? I know how those mobsters speak of me when I'm not around." You retorted pridefully.

"You don't know shit about how our organization works, Y/n. You're just a pretty face among a crowd of lustful men." He grew more intimidating as he leered over you, making you a little nervous.

"S-Stop it, Alessandro, I'm not a child anymore." You retorted, taking a step away from him.

He grabbed your collar. "Why do you think they bow down to you so easily, hm? Because they respect you?"

Sweat started to form on your forehead and you put an innocent, fearful look on your face. Alexander couldn’t stand it.

“Get out of my face,” he murmured, shoving you to the ground roughly as he let go, “I don’t know how you turned out this way…”

“And how exactly did I turn out?” You inquired.

“Manipulative and conceited. Get the fuck out of my sight.” He snapped.

You got on your feet dizzily and smirked, walking upstairs.

“M-Me? Manipulative? How could you say that…” You whispered to yourself, making a false hurt expression.

You were more manipulative than you’d like to admit, but so what? There’s nothing wrong with wanting to have some control over other’s emotions.

Your judgement was clouded. It was hard to tell what was good and bad, everything was just a blur for you.

The influence of your hatred had driven you this far.

Murdererous intent, bloodlust, invasive thoughts-- You were just one more argument with Alexander away from going to the Romano estate and slaughtering everyone.

You sighed shakily, running a hand through your hair.

"Whatever." Your conflicted expression faded into an unaffected one.

"I did this to myself."

#jojo's bizarre adventure #giorno giovanna #giorno x reader #giorno #don giorno #vento aureo #jjba part 5 #giorno giovanna x reader #jjba giorno #tw unstable y/n

[yachiblanca]

NSFW CONTENT, MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!

Yan!Don Giovanna x Fem!Reader

Word count : 5,257

Contains : Smut

A/N : Holy request in wattpad🛐

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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[abbacchiosbelt]

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

They’ll never want to run away again.

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

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

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

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[bygiornogiovanna]

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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[illussy]

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

#this is kinda garbage omg im so sorry anon #kinda like it kinda not #mixed feelings about this #jojo's bizarre adventure #jjba #bucciarati gang #bucci gang #team bucciarati #yandere giorno #giorno #giorno giovanna #giorno x reader #giorno giovanna x reader #don giovanna #giogio #jojo part 5 #yandere

[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.

#jojo risotto #yandere risotto #yandere jojo's bizarre adventure #yandere jjba #yandere jojo #yandere jojo x reader #jojo’s bizzare adventure x reader #jojo bizzare #don giorno #la sqaudra #la squadra x reader #melone #part 5 golden wind #vento auero spoilers #yandere golden wind #pesci jjba #jjba x reader #jojo x reader #formaggio #yandere tw

[mrsgiovanna]

♡Giorno is that boyfriend that holds your handbag without fussing, will fasten your shoes / tie your laces for you, and then straighten up to immediately take your hand and continue to go wherever you guys were going to in the first place.

♡He'll happily pose for your obscure aesthetic photos and do those cute couple trends because he scrolls through them when he's having a rough day to remind him of what's important.

♡He'll randomly gift you with flowers and treats, because he couldn't pass by those stores without thinking of you.

♡You both will unintentionally start to match each other and when he sees how good you both look, he's going to get your favorite designers to make these bespoke outfits for the both of you.

♡He always has contact with you when you're in public, whether it's holding your hand or resting his hand on your hip or the small of your back, these tasteful gestures are always there.

♡He loves it when you play with his hair at the end of the day. He always prefers it when you take down his curls and loosen his braid for him.

♡For all the lavish meals he can afford, he prefers anything you would make him, regardless of how simple you may think it is. He values above all else, the fact that you thought of him and his well-being.

♡Giorno is the type of boyfriend that makes you unsure of whether you're dreaming or not because even your wildest dreams fail to match up your reality with him.

#giorno month 2023 #giorno giovanna x you #giorno giovanna x reader #giorno giovanna x y/n #giorno x you #giorno x reader #giorno x y/n #jojo x reader #fluff #giorno giovanna #don giovanna #giorno #don giorno

[zujime]

could we get giorno x fem!reader nsfw headcanons👉👈 also your work is amazinggg i get so excited every time i see a post from you

GIORNO NSFW HEADCANONS

CW ￫ nsfw, pet names, switch giorno, collars, chokers, cross dressing, oral, marking, nipple play, consent checks, praise

unedited and possible grammar errors

A/N ￫ awwwww i’m so glad you enjoy my stuff :D

￫ he prefers being a pleasure dom when he’s the one topping, but he has his days where he wants to keep you from that sweet release.

￫ he likes when you wear collars and chokers. he especially likes it when there’s a chain attached, so he can hear the jingling of the metal leash as you whimper and writhe from his touch. he’d never tug on it to the point where it’d choke you or hurt you, so if you’re trying to squirm away from him he’ll just give it a light tug.

￫ doesn’t have many pet names for you, he mostly calls you amore and he uses the name a lot in bed. “tell me what you want, amore mio.” “does that feel good, amore?” his voice is always so soft when speaking to you too.

￫ he isn’t crazy about receiving oral nor about him orgasm in general, but when you dom him—which isn’t a rare occurrence—he loses his mind. if you’re sucking him off, he reverts back to his native tongue, mumbling incoherent mantras of how good you feel with whines and breathy moans following close by.

￫ he also doesn’t really leave hickeys and such on you, but loves when you give him a few scratch and bite marks. he has a thing for nipples though and will bite and pinch yours whenever he pleases as he looks up at your through his lashes to check up on you.

￫ he does a lot of consent checks. if you’re not okay with something, he’s not continuing even if you say it’ll be fine. he loves you far too much to disregard your comfort.

￫ he’s contempt with cross dressing. he won’t go out in public looking like that, only in private for your eyes to see. you want him in an outfit of any kind, he’ll be fine wearing it. he’s also fine with you putting make up on him just to fuck him till he’s crying it off.

￫ he has a praise kink. it’s not as prominent when he’s topping and your telling him how good he’s making you feel, but when you’re topping, he’ll come undone the second a praise from you reaches his ears.

￫ he also has really sensitive nipples, like a single touch gets to him and if you rub under the head of his cock, he starts to shudder and his abdomen tenses.

#[♪]. giorno #jjba hcs #jjba x reader #jjba headcanons #jjba #jjba giorno #giorno x reader #jjba smut #jojo smut #smut headcanons #don giorno #giorno x y/n

[babeyloser]

Don Giovanna and shibari... not thinking about the vines or anything... 🐞❤🕊 kbye 🏃🏽‍♀️

No | rather not | I dunno | I guess | Sure | Yes | FUCK yes | Oh god you don’t even know |

-Don Giovanna's private photo album is full his lover covered in his vines, thorns and flowers. He's obsessed with the way your flesh spills over his herbaceous bonds. You wear a harness and simple crotch rope under your clothes. He likes to tease you throughout the day by pulsating and curling the vines against your nipples and sex.

-Giorno uses his vines to "safely" choke himself while he jerks off. He's had one accident before, but he managed to turn the vines back into a blanket before passing out. Now he has Mista check on him if he hasn't called within an hour. The vines coil around his neck, putting pressure on his carotid artery. It gives him an unreal feeling of euphoria. Don Giovanna figures it's worth the risk.

#ask babey #ask game #don giovanna #giorno giovanna #giorno x reader #jjba headcanons #minors dni #not sfw #babey writes

[thecw-unicorn]

The Oath (Yandere! Giorno x reader)

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

Prompt: “You’ll learn to love me”

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

He was watching you, like always.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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[joestvr]

༺✮ atashi no kimyona jinsei // あたしの奇妙な人生 ✮༻

༺✮ summary: five years after the fall of diavolo, you, y/n romano, who was sent away to japan at 11 to further your studies—find the courage to come back to naples after living out your schoolgirl & gaijin university student facade in morio-chou to see how your clan’s worsened—as well as become the “donna” of your father’s gang, il terrore, while your older brother is the real leader behind the scenes, just using you as a front. with plans to murder your clan, you seek the particularly handsome young don of passione for friendship. with your tyrant father’s intervention, your friendship with the don turns to something you never saw coming.

★ 1 // il terrore

★ 2 // bella

★ 3 // viva romano

★ 4 // morte al romano

★ 5 // sorellina

★ 6 // amore

cw: it gets kinda dark this chapter💀self harm(cheri lady telling y/n to do it😭😭), y/n being delusional, bloodlust, thoughts of murder, and heavy overthinking ~

5 days later

This evening, your father was coming to have a talk with you.

You were planning on killing him, of course.

You glanced at your watch, waiting by the door. 5:02.

The doorbell rang. You answered and saw your father... and Alexander?

"Father. Alexander." You forced a smile, letting them inside.

You told them to wait in the living room while you made tea.

As you made the tea, sweat trickling down the side of your face, your hands trembling, your pupils the size of pinpoints.

It was Alexander, he was preventing this.

Should you even have told him?

But you weren't going to kill just your father. You were going to take out the entire Romano clan. You needed to. They were a poison to Italy. They were too powerful.

Could Alexander have figured it out?

You had a million different stories coming up in your head, trying not to fall into delusion and struggling to separate fantasy from reality.

You being the woman leader of Il Terrore... Just a front-- A cover up that your father wanted you to believe. It was all Alexander anyway, he was the real Don. He could easily remove you from his plans for the clan. But he didn't know that you knew the truth... Right?

You brought the teapot and cups on a silver tray, setting it down and pouring the tea into cups for them.

"So what did you want to talk about, Father?" You asked.

"You've come to the age where you require a partner and someone to assist you with our gang activities, Y/n." Your father said, taking a sip of tea then taking a cigar out of his breast pocket and lighting it.

"Wh-What do you mean, Father?" You replied nervously.

A large cloud of smoke exited his mouth. "What I'm saying is it's time for you to get married and settle down already."

Your heart was beating in your ears.

Your hands were shaking.

You felt like you were going to pass out.

The room twisted in your vision, your mind wanting to turn to delusion.

"N-No--" You laughed, "I'm only twenty."

"Mia bella sorellina, mia cara, cuore mio," Alexander said desperately, frowning, "Please just consider this. It's a Romano tradition."

"No." You laughed again, "I'm not a Romano. I'm not like any of you. The only thing we share is a last name."

"Y/n, since you're so eager to not be a part of this clan anymore, you are going to be betrothed to Giorno Giovanna, the Don of Passione."

What? What?

"A-Are you serious?" You breathed out.

"I already know you went without asking for permission and made friends with him, so this is what you get for going behind my back. " Your father said.

What?

"Che cazzo fai, padre?" What the fuck are you doing, father? You muttered weakly.

"This is your fate. You two will be perfect together and will make a perfect heir."

What?

"Perché, padre? Ch-Che cosa ho fatto di sbagri—sbagliato?" Why, Father? What did I do wrong? You cried out, stumbling over your words in Italian after so long of only speaking Japanese and English.

"Look at you, you've forgotten your family, your culture, your values, and now your language! How much of a useless tramp are you?!" He yelled angrily.

You opened your mouth to argue back, but he was quick to raise his hand against you and slap you to keep you quiet.

"Cagna stupida." Stupid bitch. He spat angrily then stood up, walking out.

You were stunned.

You were seconds away from turning to your fantasy of a perfect life and ignoring your surroundings.

You were disassociating, but you were too shocked to fully comprehend it. You started to pick at the skin on your hand.

Tears formed in your eyes. A smile crept up on your lips. You bit on your lip until it bled, holding back laughter.

"Y/n.. Mia cara sorellina..." Alexander began guiltily.

"Che cazzo, Alessandro? You knew, didn't you?" You said, fighting a grin.

"Listen to me, Y/n, I was going to tell you—"

You burst out laughing at that, turning hysterical beyond control.

"I shouldn't have told you anything! You planned this."You exclaimed humorously.

"Oh, of course all the blame comes onto me!" He stood up and shouted.

"You are such a weak bastard! I don't mean anything to you! I never have!" You replied, still laughing as tears ran down your cheeks.

He grew furious at that. "Why, you ungrateful little girl! Don't forget what I did for you while Father was too busy drinking and smoking at the bar all day! Don't forget how I pushed my grief aside after Mom died to take care of YOU!"

You sniffled. "Stop fucking lying, Alessandro! Don't forget how you supported father's decision to send me away when I was 11! I've only been back here twice since then, and the last time we saw each other I was 15!"

"Fuck, Y/n, you're such a brat... You're just like a little kid... You're a grown woman, for fuck's sake! Act your age!" Your older brother struggled to stay calm.

"Get the fuck out of here! I don't have time to deal with your multiple personalities." You scowled.

"As you wish, sorellina." He complied bitterly and left, slamming the door shut.

You were burning with anger, furious. You grabbed a tissue and wiped the running mascara off your face.

"I should kill him too..." You murmured to yourself, while intrusive thoughts started to fill your mind. Your hand twitched, genuinely wanting to murder him in that moment.

You were about to light a cigarette when you heard a familiar young voice call out your name, "Y/n?"

Leo walked into the room where you were sitting with a disappointed expression, scarily resembling Alexander. You were a bit afraid since he was already 190cm, just 3cm away from being the same as his father.

You flinched and took the cigarette out of your mouth. "Yes, Leo?"

"What the fuck are you arguing with my dad about? So much yelling." Leo responded, his voice almost as harsh as Alexander's always was to you.

"I-I'm sorry, sweetheart, I didn't know you were still home. I thought you went with your mother and Elena?" You mustered out nervously.

"I was playing video games. What did Dad say?" He said.

"Don't worry about it." You shook your head.

"Y/n..."

"Leonardo, I'm not in the mood." You responded back authoritatively.

"Fine. Sorry. Can I go to my friend's house while Mama and Dad are gone?"

"No," You furrowed your eyebrows, "Don't you need to study?"

"You're not my mom. Who are you to tell me what to do?" Before you could make another remark, he scowled just like Alexander and went out the front door, slamming it shut.

You were dizzy and lightheaded from everything that just happened, and sat down on the sofa, becoming riddled with anxiety.

"Kusso..." You muttered to yourself, extremely anxious, picking at your fingers and hands, "I'm being betrothed to the son of Dio... What will Jotaro-san think? Koichi-kun? Josuke-kun? Shit..."

"Kusso... Should I even tell Jotaro-san? Just seven years ago we were dealing with remnants of Dio... I don't want to bother him... He's probably working... Fuck..." You were overwhelmed with anxiety and muttering to yourself like a crazy person.

What will you do? Get engaged? Or take out your clan first?

Once again, you were struggling to separate delusion from reality and you had different scenarios coming up in your head that made you feel schizophrenic. You were delirious.

Without even noticing, your fingers became bloody from picking at them, along with the backs of your hands, old wounds opening up on your palms from past self infliction.

You felt yourself wanting to see more blood. A smile crept up against your lips as you gnawed on your lower lip. You hadn't felt this bloodthirsty since Kira Yoshikage.

You stood up to get the first aid kit in the kitchen, catching a glance at the knives, making you stop and stare.

"Do it." Cheri Lady mocked.

"Come on, Y/n, your palms aren't bloody enough, right? It'll be just like old times." She smirked.

Without hesitation, before you knew it, you were staring at the bloody gash across your left palm with a sullen smile on your face. It hurt so good.

Watching the blood gush out of your fragile hands, you loved it.

Drip, drip, drip. You wanted more. The kitchen sink below your hand was red from your blood.

You chuckled breathlessly, feeling a lightheaded, dizzy rush overwhelm your body, then sighed with petty satisfaction.

You were about to cut your wrist, a no-no spot for you because it scarred badly and told everyone that you cut yourself on purpose but you hesitated.

"Alright, that's enough, Y/n." Alima's voice startled you, making you snap out of your daze and drop the bloodied knife in the sink, making a loud sound.

"Sh-Shit, Alima—"

"How much longer are you going to keep doing this to yourself, Y/n?! What if one of my children came home and saw this?!" She burst out, making you stand there with shock. Alima never yelled at you.

"Or, God forbid, your brother walked in and saw you doing this? By God, Y/n, Alexander would slap you so hard you would forget ever losing your sense like this!" Her voice broke as tears welled up in her eyes. You suddenly felt a tiny sliver of remorse.

After all these years of your family betraying and destroying your feelings, Alima was the only one who truly cared about you. She had nothing but love for you.

Your heart was in emotional turmoil. "Alima, I..."

She approached you and gasped at all the blood that was pouring into the sink from the deep wound on your palm. Tears started to run down her face and it hurt to see her so horrified from your selfish pleasure.

"I wish I knew how to help you... Please stop doing this, Y/n..." She wept, shaking her head.

"Alima, don't cry." You murmured calmly, your sanity returning.

You took a deep breath, the pain from the wound feeling unbearable, but you enjoyed it at the same time, feeling high off of your blood loss. You were in guilty bliss.

"Doesn't it hurt, Y/n? How can you keep living like this?" She sobbed, breathing shakily.

"Please, Alima, stop crying. I'm sorry you had to see me like this." You responded, a blank expression on your face. She shook her head and sat down at the dinner table, covering her face while she cried.

"Alima," You sat down in front of her and tried to moved her hands from her face, which made her jerk away.

"I can't even look at your face..." She sobbed, "Every time I look at you, I can only see the little girl who begged me not to marry her big brother because he was mean... You're still just a child to me..."

Pain flashed across your face, but not from your throbbing wound. She still thought of you like that? It had been sixteen years since she married your brother.

"I'm going to take a shower." You mumbled numbly and went upstairs.

As you stepped in the shower, the hot water making the pain from your cut unbearable, watching lightheadedly as the reddened water swirled around the drain.

You began to question why you came back to Naples in the first place.

Why did I come back here?

What was my goal?

I should have known.

When you returned to Naples in 2001, you were targeted by Diavolo for your knowledge of his whereabouts and somehow escaped with your life because of your stand. You packed your bags and ran back to Morioh as fast as you could to continue your typical-schoolgirl facade and forget about everything that happened.

What will the Don think? A wife who gets so immersed at the sight of blood, who craves it so much she cuts herself?

I should have stayed in Japan. I could have become a resident at a high ranking hospital or even a model. I'm too beautiful for this.

The gem of the Romano Clan: Married off to the Don of Passione... I could have gone to America and been dating Hollywood stars... I'm so beautiful...

Your mind was going in circles, and you were quite literally spiraling in your arrogance. You were about to pass out but caught yourself and got out of the shower quickly.

After getting dressed and going back downstairs to the kitchen, you went to a nearby cabinet containing medical supplies and grabbed a bottle of rubbing alcohol and a roll of bandages.

Alima was still sitting at the table with her hands over her face.

"Alima, I hope you're not still crying." You said softly as you went to sit down across from her and prepare a cotton ball with rubbing alcohol on it.

You pressed the cotton ball to your wound and it stung so bad, you had to smile.

"Stop that, Y/n!" She suddenly yelled with a shaky voice, making you jump.

You didn't respond and finished cleaning up the wound, wrapping the bandages tightly around your hand. You felt relieved from the pain.

She wouldn't stop crying, and you couldn't bring yourself to feel any guilt. Coldhearted and uncaring—That's how it is being a Romano, right?

"Alima, Alexander's gonna come home soon. Please stop crying." You fastened the bandages and forcefully moved her hands from her face, giving her a hug.

"I should just tell him and you can get your ass beat... You don't deserve my kindness..." She sobbed on your shoulder. You suddenly felt the same fear you felt all throughout your childhood caused by your father flood back into you. 

Will she really tell Alexander?

"I—I'm sorry, o-okay? Forget this-s happened." You stuttered, fear setting in at the thought of your older brother finding out.

She didn't respond and just sniffled.

"Alima? You won't tell him, r-right?" You said anxiously, "Right?"

"Fuck, Y/n, I won't! Stop being paranoid!" She pulled away and shouted, standing up.

"I-I'm so sorry, Alima, I'm s-so sorry you had to see me like this." You said solemnly.

"Enough." She held a hand up and went upstairs.

You were in a pit of anxiety, desperately trying not to rip the bandages off and hurt yourself all over again.

"I should really kill Alexander..." You whispered to yourself, Cheri Lady's unwanted, murderous whispers taking its toll in your head, "I should really kill him. He's just like the rest... He doesn't matter to me..."

"He doesn't matter to me."

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