#yandere giorno giovanna

[thornybubbles]

Fourth Wall (JJBA Yandere Scenario)

Scenario: Recently, you’ve moved on from JoJo’s Bizarre Adventure to a different anime series and fandom. You realize that this was a terrible mistake.

Note: This is based on a prompt I saw on Tumblr ages ago. I just expanded on it a bit. 

Warnings: Typical Yandere behavior, threats, abusive behavior, possible harm towards reader, mental distress, anti-comfort. Remember that you alone are responsible for what you read. 

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Changing fandoms wasn’t that unusual for you. You would find a new anime, fall in love with it, then it became your new hyperfixation. After a while, the process would repeat. This is what happened with you and JoJo’s Bizarre Adventure. It wasn’t that you didn’t like the series anymore, you just moved on to a new anime/manga. Still…it felt different this time. You weren’t sure why, but ever since you moved on to your new favorite series, you had this unexplainable feeling of guilt wash over you every time you watched an episode of your new favorite anime or read the latest chapter of the manga. Stranger still, there was an underlying feeling of dread as well. 

As many times as you’d changed fandoms, you’d never experienced such feelings before. It was uncomfortable and you wished that you could move on to your new obsession without any strings attached. It was ridiculous, really. Why should you feel guilty about a change of taste? You weren’t hurting anything. No one would be affected by it. And yet, you still felt unnecessary shame over changing fandoms. You guessed it had something to do with the lingering attachment you had for certain characters from various parts throughout the series. It almost felt like you were leaving them behind somehow. Another silly notion. They were fictional characters and did not exist outside of the world within JoJo. They had no knowledge of you, much less having knowledge of your “betrayal”. You decided that it was stupid to dwell on it and dived headfirst into your new favorite series. That guilty feeling would surely fade after a while. 

You got the perfect opportunity to binge your new favorite anime one day. It was one of those days when you were fortunate enough to have nothing to do. All of your responsibilities had been dealt with and you had no plans other than to sit on your ass and watch your new favorite show until bedtime. Sure, you could go out with friends, but you really just wanted to chill by yourself for the day. So anime binge party it was. You made a comfy nest of blankets and pillows on the couch and set up your laptop on the coffee table. You got some snacks and a drink, made yourself comfortable on the couch, and pressed play on the screen. You relaxed into the softness of your pillows and blankets and immersed yourself in another world for a few hours. 

About ten episodes in, you had to go to the bathroom very badly. All of that soda you’d drunk was taking its toll on your bladder. You paused the video, untangled yourself from your blankets, and stiffly power-walked to the bathroom. Once you relieved yourself, you washed your hands and went back into the living room. You snuggled back into your blanket burrito and reached over to start the video, but something wasn’t right. On the screen wasn’t the anime you’d been watching. It was the first episode of Phantom Blood. 

What…???

Did you accidently click the wrong thing in your haste to pause the video and rush to the bathroom? 

That had to be it. 

It was the only thing that made sense. 

You clicked off of the JoJo episode and went back to the previous page which took you back to the episode of the new anime you’d been watching. You found the place in the episode that you left off on and pressed play. You settled back in your comfy nest and watched the rest of the episode. You watched for another hour or so. During the opening of one of the episodes, you suddenly found yourself watching the opening for an episode of Battle Tendency. You sat up straight and stared at the screen in shock and confusion. 

“What the fuck?” you muttered under your breath. 

You refreshed the page and the episode started properly. That’s the second time your video was suddenly changed to an episode of JoJo. The first time you assumed that it was because of an accidental click but now you weren’t so sure. You hadn’t been touching anything when it happened the second time. All you were doing was staring at the screen when the switch happened. Why did it keep happening? Some kind of glitch with the streaming service? You didn’t know, but it was a bit annoying. You hoped that wouldn’t be a constant thing while you were trying to watch your show. 

The rest of the day went by without further incident. Eventually, you noticed that it had grown dark and you decided that your day of doing absolutely nothing needed to come to a close. You closed your laptop and reluctantly pried yourself off of the couch. As much as you wanted to just lay there in your blanket nest, you knew that you’d get a much better sleep in your bed. So you hobbled off to your room; your mind on nothing but getting a decent night’s sleep. 

You woke up a few hours later with a dried out mouth and an aching throat. You swallowed a few times, wincing at the sandpapery feeling of your tongue against the inside of your mouth. Well that’s what you get for sleeping with your mouth wide open. You flung the covers off of you grumpily and climbed out of bed. You stumbled into the kitchen, not daring to turn the light on and submit your sleep sensitive eyes to an onslaught of painful luminosity. You made your way over to the counter, grabbed a glass, and staggered over to the sink. As you were filling the glass you suddenly had the feeling that something wasn’t quite right. You assumed that it was your sleep fogged brain at work. After all, part of the reason you woke up was because you were having a disturbing dream. You tried to remember what the dream was about, but you couldn’t piece the memories together to get a full picture. You just remembered being in a place that made you uncomfortable and meeting someone that was familiar to you, but their presence frightened you. You just couldn’t remember the details. It kinda made you want to stay awake for the rest of the night but you decided against that. You knew you’d feel like shit the next day if you didn’t get back to sleep. There was nothing worse than waking up with a splitting headache due to lack of proper rest. You downed the glass of water and put the empty glass in the sink. 

You suddenly became aware of a strange odor in the air. What was that smell? Smoke? God, was something burning?! You took another sniff of the air and recognized the smell as specifically cigarette smoke. Okay, so that meant that your house wasn’t burning down. That was good news, but why would you be smelling cigarette smoke? The only way you would be smelling cigarette smoke is if it were coming from in the same room as you…

You heard the sound of rustling fabric from somewhere behind you. You spun around and immediately spotted the outline of someone sitting at your kitchen table. You could also make out the small glow of a lit cigarette sticking out of their mouth. As your eyes adjusted to the darkness, you could make out some details of the figure. They were large, broad shouldered, and wore a long white coat, and on their head rested an oddly shaped hat. In the miniscule amount of light in the room you could make out the glint of gold accessories on both their hat and coat. 

“No way…” you gasped in a quiet voice. “No way in hell…” 

The figure lit a lighter and held it to the wick of the candle that was located in the middle of the table. Once the candle was lit fully, you could see the figure better. It was as you expected, Jotaro as he appeared in part four was sitting at your kitchen table, glaring at you as if you were less than dogshit. 

“You recognize me?” he scoffed and took another drag from his cigarette. “I’m surprised. I thought you forgot all about me… about us….” 

You backed up against the counter, unable to believe what you were seeing and hearing. 

Jotaro glanced down at the cigarette in his hand. He held it up in front of him. 

“This is your fault, you know.” he sneered. “I quit smoking, but after you abandoned us, I started the habit again. I’ve been tolerant so far because I was stupid enough to think that you’d come back eventually. Maybe you were just taking a break and you’d come back when you were bored… that was my stupidity. I’ll own up to that. But when I realized that you’d thrown us aside like trash, well, I got pissed. I guess I took up smoking again just to stay sane…” 

You were so appalled at the fictional character seated at your table that you hadn’t been paying much attention to what he was saying. Slowly the words began to filter into your mind and of everything he said, one thing stood out the most…

He said “us”. He said that you had abandoned “us”...

That’s when you became aware of the other figures lined up behind Jotaro. 

You could make out their shapes and features in the candlelight. Jonathan stood there looking as utterly brokenhearted as a man could be. Joseph had a smug grin on his face as if he’d just caught you committing a crime. Josuke’s face was contorted in a vicious snarl while his fists were clenched by his sides. Ever so often his left eye would twitch indicating that he may be on the verge of a psychotic break. Giorno offered you a placid smile that was off putting when set against the coldness of his eyes. 

Your eyes darted nervously from one face to another before finally settling back on Jotaro’s. It was too much. You pushed away from the counter and ran out of the kitchen. A voice that probably belonged to Jonathan called out for you to stop but you paid it no attention. Luckily the kitchen was right next to the front door. Once you were outside, you could run to the neighbor’s house and get them to call the police. You wouldn’t dare tell them the truth. What would you even say? You couldn’t tell them that five fictional characters from an anime had invaded your house. They’d think you were on something. You would just tell them that someone had broken into your house. That’s all. Honestly, you didn’t know what the hell the police could do against them, but you didn’t know what else to do. You reached the front door but your hand froze just as you were about to unlock the door and yank it open. 

Two people were staring down at you from the window in the front door, two people you recognized. Kars looked down his nose at you with a haughty expression. He looked ever so much like a strict parent that had just caught his kid trying to sneak out of the house. DIO on the other hand had the most sadistic smile on his face. He made a “come-hither” gesture with his clawed hand as if he fully expected you to just open the door and throw yourself at him. Their eyes glowed with a hellish light and you couldn’t take the sight of them. You screamed and backed away from the door. As you stepped back, you saw two other familiar faces staring at you from the windows on either side of the door. Doppio had one hand pressed against the glass while the other hand held a rock from the garden to his ear as if it were a cell phone. One of his eyes had changed to a jade green color and glared at you with intense rage. His other, normal eye had a pitiful, disappointed look in it. From the other window Kira stared at you with an utterly emotionless expression. You didn’t dare speculate on what kind of thoughts could be going through his head at that moment. You screamed again and started to turn and run towards the back door…

“Star Platinum!” 

Suddenly you were held tight in an iron like hold. An invisible hand covered your mouth preventing you from screaming anymore. It didn’t take a genius to figure out that you were being held in place by Jotaro’s Stand. Struggling in Star Platinum’s grip was useless so you just hung there in midair as Jotaro approached you. 

“We weren’t done talking.” he snapped. 

He leaned in slightly and you got a whiff of cigarette smoke mixed with cologne. 

“Now you listen and you listen good,” he started to say. He held up a single finger.

“One. Just one more chance. That’s all you get. Come back to us and there won’t be a problem. Leave us again and it will get ugly.” he said, glancing up at the villains peering through the windows. His upper lip curled in disgust when he locked eyes with DIO and Kira, but only for a moment before his eyes were back on you. 

“Is that understood?” he asked. 

You nodded your head, whimpering behind Star Platinum’s invisible palm. 

“Good.” 

You don’t know what happened after that. You just woke up in your bed with a pounding headache. 

“Fuck…” you groaned, pressing your hands to your temples. 

You felt awful. You could only guess that you just simply didn’t sleep very well. Damn nightmares. What was with that dream? Was it all because you felt guilty about leaving the JoJo fandom? You grumbled and rolled out of bed. You were going to need to take something for that headache. First you needed to get a glass of water. You stumbled off to the kitchen getting an uncomfortable feeling of deja vu. The moment you entered the kitchen, your eyes glanced to the kitchen table and you nearly fainted. 

The candle was out, but it was smoking as if it had only been put out mere moments ago. The cigarette butt that rested on the saucer that had been used as a makeshift ashtray was also still smoking. 

That night you made it a point to sit down and watch a few episodes of JoJo’s Bizarre Adventure starting with Phantom Blood. You planned to rewatch the entire series from the very beginning all the way to Stone Ocean. With each episode you watched, you noticed that ever so often a character’s eyes would slide over towards you as if making sure you were still there, watching them. Sometimes it would be one of the main characters. Sometimes it would be one of the villains. Sometimes it would be a side character. Regardless, they all kept checking to see if you were watching. Every day, you would make it a point to watch at least one episode of JoJo, no matter what. You didn’t dare skip out on your daily dose of JoJo. You also never went back to the other anime you’d been watching after you left the JoJo fandom. No, you learned your lesson. You were familiar enough with Jotaro’s character to know that he only gave people one chance and no more. Just like with Rubber Soul and Steely Dan. He gave them both a chance to leave mostly unscathed but they both decided to turn on him at the last minute. They both were punished severely. You weren’t going to make that same mistake. 

So you sat there on the couch, stiff and terrified as you watched your “favorite” anime… 

… like a good little fan should…

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[ophelian-darling]

𝐌𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬.

𝐅𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: Jonathan Joestar, Joseph Joestar, Jotaro Kujo, Josuke Higashikata, Giorno Giovanna and Jolyne Cujoh - gn reader.

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 : There's more than a way to say I love you, yet there are many too ways to say I hate you.

TW : Obsession, delusional thoughts, verbal abuse.

enjoy ♡

𝐉𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐉𝐨𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫:

♡ : Thank you for everything you do for me, JoJo.

It fills him with blessing to know how much his words and actions are something with great meaning in your eyes. Faithful servant when in love- except that everything he does sources from the warmest atoms of his soul and from the deepest corners of his heart. Jonathan fights the world to see you happy, and rests with a smile when he earns the slightest curve of your lips; to him, it's the ultimate gift he can ever receive- your Love.

- You mean nothing to me.

Tears- everything that would wash him with agony strikes at once. the sensation of tearing the flesh of a heart open accompanies your words; deeply cutting and painful, causing all of his insecurities to float : Am I being useless again darling? Am I being a burden? Have you grown tired of me? He can't help it when he sheds these tears: He had lost all of your affection and care. the only source of warmth he had, now doused in the cruelest way possible. 

𝐉𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐩𝐡 𝐉𝐨𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫 :

♡ : I like you , you're awesome!

Just imagine it, that ghost of a blush coffined beneath a confident smirk and a glinting wink! Joseph catches a love fever once you state that his presence around you is enjoyable. He feels that he already aimed at the moon by gaining your trust and company- it meant that you were besotted with him in return, regardless of whatever you said about considering him as a mere brother or a dear friend. JoJo sees the colors of your eyes soften as you say so, it is surely, undoubtedly love!

- We're done.

a swift of a cut that it doesn't elicit any pain at first, then it's repeated again, slightly stinging, then it rolls down your tongue, fully sinking in his soul. How could you?! Was the thing in the middle of your chest a hard stone to not see or feel a fraction of his love towards you?! a heavy realization of being used falls on his head like a heavy anvil: the blood in his veins floats just right under his skin, painting anger as red, yet the pale dread underneath can't be helped. Why? He would scream at you, but the reasons were nothing of an importance, you just toyed harshly with his feelings. 

𝐉𝐨𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐨 𝐊𝐮𝐣𝐨 :

♡ : I'm always by your side. 

It ignites a pleasant warmth within his heart and shines through his eyes; it confesses his undying love and loyalty for you, regardless of whatever mean words he utter. No force on earth can banish him from you: From the depths of Inferno to the ends of earth and above in the heavens, He would remain with you forever, his lineaments engraved under your eyelids and in the darkest curtains of your vision. JoJo doesn't show it, but he's on cloud nine to know that you're staying as well- that he finally earned your love. 

- Nobody loves you, not even me.

He's already aware. Half of people fear him, the other hates him, and there were you, probably feeling something negative swirl inside you towards him, now confirming it with each spiteful letter you let out. Couldn't you just shut the fuck up and swallow it instead of saying it out loud? He spits, the words of you reiterating louder and louder in his mind that now he can't unhear. You've just ruined everything for him, he had peacefully thought that everything went well, that your protests and complaints were just a childish fit- but now, it's all so grotesquely real: you truly hated him, and for the first time ever, he has no idea what he should do. 

𝐉𝐨𝐬𝐮𝐤𝐞 𝐇𝐢𝐠𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐤𝐚𝐭𝐚 :

♡ : You're cute! I like your hair!

Nobody can stop him, the boy with a heart of diamond and eyes of warm seas! Everything in his eyes glints with beauty; especially you: everything about you is a well crafted detail, say your eyes, your smile or the contours of your face. The subject of his daydreams- they were made of spring rain drops and cotton candy, the enchanting human whom he had a silly intense crush on called him cute! Was there even a better time to be alive? to be praised by someone you adored was the epitome of being coddled beyond any wishes of a young man madly in love!

- Look at you, pathetic and ugly.

Huh?! 

It's all that he can think of as a response. Your words take a slow effect on him; as if he was trying to process it in another different light, in a gentle way that didn't convey the clear in them. At first, He's at sixes and sevens for a few minutes: people who are in love together were supposed to have each other's back, to boost each other's confidence and accept them whatever and whoever they were- so why were you saying this to him now? obviously it wasn't a joke, your voice was too cold to warm the words into a playful comment, he would have accepted them if you were just a tad above expressful, not a doll that just stares back eerily. He should be angry, but it just melts in tears, all of his hidden insecurities emerge into existence, and not even Crazy Diamond is able to fix the shatters of his heart. 

𝐆𝐢𝐨𝐫𝐧𝐨 𝐆𝐢𝐨𝐯𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐚 :

♡ : You mean the world to me.

Galatea to Pygmalion, Juliet to Romeo, Layla to Qays- You to Giorno. Romanticism wasn't something he was versed in, but in a blink of an eye, the world fell into a pink blur, filling everything with such amour a human never had in a little heart. GioGio ponders to himself that you were an Angel, a poor pure plumed creature that tripped and fell into the land of the stained; worth to be kept in a vitrine till the sun burns away. The smile that dances on his lips when he hears your gratitude, the joy he feels when his efforts of shielding you are finally noticed by you equate the flow of sweetness he tasted for the first time he saw you: Love.

- You're a monster. 

The gray flicker in his eyes blends with the greens of his irises; it doesn't reflect on your face that you just hurt him, while having the audacity to brand him as a monster. His patience contained all of your attitudes, he bottled up every evil word you threw at him and continued to offer more than he should for the sake of winning back some or little of your affection, but to no avail. The mayhem under his skin is concealed by force, consuming whatever left of his patience as he makes you toe the line. You're selfish- you always were, yet he can't help his love for you. 

𝐉𝐨𝐥𝐲𝐧𝐞 𝐂𝐮𝐣𝐨𝐡 :

♡ : Good Girl! 

Valentine, Friends and dates- High school sweethearts and kisses! Her world is a ridiculously colored picture of a sunny day; her imagination paints a world where she is with you and nothing could ever go wrong. How much would she offer to just touch the tips of your fingers with her hands? nothing less than what she is able to count! JoJo wanders around you in the excitement of a puppy around its master, waiting for a treat or a word of praise for pleasing them. She wants you to say it again, over and over again, to no end! A Good girl was a girl in Love! 

- How annoying you are. 

She had heard someone she loved before say this, but who were they? 

Remorse falls heavily on her like a dark curtain- She'd just ruined the best thing she ever had in life. She blames herself for being too clingy, too needy and too desperate- she carries the shame and burden like weights on her shoulders, staggering as the remains of her confidence seep through the fractures. Your sweet words and praises were brightening her existence; was she to be something if you didn't adore her? The talkative, open and daring Jolyne is now nothing but a silent, gloomy and wounded little girl, asking for a little of love and receiving none no matter how much she gave. 

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[lliminall]

libera me, dies irae, requiem aeternam

[yandere!GER x reader x yandere!giorno]

word count: 1.8k

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Your skin prickles. You are being watched.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

—

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

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

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

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

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

“Did you sleep well?” he asks.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

—

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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[anya-nya-nya]

Using their stand to stop you from running away.

Contains: Bruno, Leone, Fugo, Giorno

TW yandere behavior, abuse (both physical and mental), gaslighting, kidnapping, non-con/dub-con, please contact me if you think I missed something!

Bruno

Why does no one talk about how you literally can't escape Bruno? Because even if you manage to break out of the bedroom he was locking you in, all he needs to do is use his stand to zip off your arms and legs and then watch with a smile how you try to crawl away on these four stumps. But don't you worry, that was such a warm and kind smile, not the cruel one, as your boyfriend is still a gentleman! He would carefully pick you up and bring you back to the room with a soft coo. And even if you would keep crying and cursing him for being such a monster, Bruno wouldn't get mad. You're just confused and overwhelmed, after all. It's okay, he can understand that you need some time to adjust to your new life..

..But he will definitely try to speed up this process with some uninvited kisses and strokes, actually believing he helps you get used to it. Oh! And the way you try to push him away with the remains of your arms is actually pretty cute BUT he will not give your limbs back if you keep being such a brat.

Also, this strange satisfaction of seeing you so vulnerable rises up in Bucciarati more and more with each new attempt to escape. It's all upon you if you will get your body in normal state anytime soon or will be all at his disposal like this and in need to be taken care of forever.

Leone

Leone is a more reticent person. He probably wouldn't tell you about his stand's ability just to have a trick up his sleeve. So when he starts to notice that your behavior suddenly changed - maybe you become too obedient after throwing tantrums almost every day or stop threatening him to run away and call the police - he would immediately understand you find a way to actually escape him.

He can be pretty sadistic and has already punished you many times but now it's time to actually teach you a lesson and fuck not with your body but with your brain. All he needs to do is just use his stand to imitate his appearance to make sure you understand that you're ALWAYS watched. Would love to see the terror on your face when you got scared by seeing him in the living room - didn't he just walk away to the kitchen?! How can he be so fast? Is he actually just teleporting everywhere you go?

The satisfied smirk on his face just makes it all worse. What's wrong, did Leona actually break your spirit that fast? Well, although it was sometimes quite amusing to see your attempts to fight back, it can be tiring and annoying. Leona's more a fan of you being quiet and obedient, too scared to say something when he pressed you against the wall again with his hands already under your shirt.

Fugo

ohh the emotional swings from Fugo. He actually wants to be soft with you and pamper you like a porcelain doll, yet your whines about wanting to go home and these stupid attempts to run away are driving him insane. It's a miracle he still didn't kill you, you know? Both with his stand and his bare hands.

He's kissing bruises on your body with the most gentle apologizing whisper in one second, then making new ones the next. Most of the time it's just him himself, but sometimes, especially when he coughs you in the middle of another try to escape, wouldn't mind using his stand. More exactly would be too overwhelmed with rage to notice he used Purple Haze, but would quickly calm himself down TO NOT actually release some deadly virus.

So, as Fugo can't physically use his stand to stop you, he would just threaten you with it. He's smart enough to find good words to make guilt stuck in the back of your mind. YOU'RE the ungrateful brat here, throwing away all the hard work he did just for you. He's literally trying his best to be the ideal boyfriend, but instead of supporting him you just keep pushing him away, driving him insane! Sorry but he's loving you too much, so maybe he should actually use his ability and let you both die in embrace of each other and have a fresh state in another life?

And despite it all sounds ridiculous, the mad expression on his face makes you think that even if this man's bluffing there's still too much compulsivity in him that can make these threats become true.

Giorno

Giorno is a straight up gaslighter tbh.

If he noticed you from behind then wouldn't even bother to notify you that you're caught in the act. All he will do is turn a doorknob into something you are afraid of - snakes, for example. Or maybe the window frame will suddenly become vines that will wrap around your wrist the second you climb up on the windowsill. And even if you would be brave enough to point it out he would just act like he didn't do anything.

If he walks in and faces you in the middle of breaking the lock, he's still pretty chill. Giorno doesn't care that you have a screwdriver in your hand, he will just softly talk with you and ask what are you doing here while slowly dragging you away from the door. There's a cake he bought to enjoy together after dinner and some free time from his work that he wants to spend with you on his laps.

Yet if you proceed to fight back then this is the time when he would use his stand to punch you. Not too strong, just enough to use his ability to literally 'push' your mind away from the body. And while you're standing here, full of sudden energy and power, you're still unable to do anything, only able to watch as Giorno carefully carries your body back to the bedroom while talking about having some nice cuddle session with you.

And by the time you will come to your senses, you will be already trapped in his grasp, feeling smooth kisses down your neck.

#yandere jjba #yandere bruno bucciarati #yandere Leone abbacchio #yandere Fugo pannacotta #yandere giorno giovanna #.Leone #.Giorno #.Bruno #.Fugo #yandere jjba part 5

[shineonyoucrazyyandere]

A little donut - Yandere! Giorno Giovanna x reader

So I did a darling playing with Josuke’s hair some time ago, and now I’m having brain rot thinking about Giorno’s hairstyle. In short American darling seems to have a psychotic break, compares Giorno’s hair loops to donuts and then he proceeds to fluster them in return. Specific donuts mentioned are the preservative filled hostess powdered donuts. This is just a fic for funsies

He was puzzled at your request for these things considering he could literally get you the best dessert in Italy with a snap of his fingers. However he decided to indulge your craving for these artificial things, it involved little work to get them and didn’t involve you going out. Also you actually spoke to him for once since he brought you into his home, which caught the blond just slightly off guard. Perhaps your walls were ever so slightly beginning to crumble?

Nevertheless you received your treat from overseas within a week or so. Made sure to be fresh (as far as they could be in his eyes anyway). A slower afternoon when he wasn’t deep into work, you were with him on a small table. Everything set up for tea, including your selected indulgence for the day. You weren’t quite as anxious as you usually were when the two of you ate together, your eyes clearly fixated on your newly obtained prize. Giorno couldn’t help but purse a small smile, it was like observing a cat with catnip almost.

He noted you had played about three of the small confections on your plate. Before gently pinching up one with your index and thumb, a bit of the powder flaking into your dish as you did so. A bite or two later and the first one had vanished, but you didn’t proceed to grab the second.

“You know your hair reminds me of donuts…”

The blond about choked on his spit, at the seemingly random nature of the question. There was a snort of laughter from a distance where Mista was sitting. Giorno paid no mind, honestly it was rather amusing. After a few stunned seconds of blinking, and soaking up this attention he chuckles.

“That’s a rather cute comparison” He responded

“The way you style it…” you squirmed in your seat “just reminds me of that, and I was wondering how you, do it”

“I could show you if you’d like” He directly offered to satisfy your curiosity.

Cautiously you accept the offer, knowing it was feeding right into his obsession. Though it was exceedingly difficult, even outright impossible to get any outside human interaction. So this event would have to suffice.

The following morning he woke you up to see his routine, you were absolutely not used to his messier than usual hair. Nor the fact it was all cascading down slightly curly from the braid he usually kept it in. You weren’t going to lie, his golden locks were attractive just sitting around his shoulder blades.

“You know, you should help me…” He mused to you while brushing his hair out in front of his bathroom mirror.

“I don’t know about that, I uh…don’t want to ruin your hair before you talk with whichever people you meet” You awkwardly deflect, however you see the slight mischievous look in his eyes.

“If I show you how, there won’t be a risk of messing up, I’ll walk you through everything” He hummed gesturing you closer

As much as you wanted to back up, something unseen to your own eyes was allowing no exit. You sigh at the grave mistake you had made yesterday. This is what you get for teasing the mad man who kept you under lock and key. How else were you supposed to keep your sanity? You didn’t want to admit either that Giorno probably knew this would’ve been an inevitability.

You jumped as a gentle touch of one of his arms drew you closer. He firmly asked you to hand him one of the items on the counter. Before shortly asking you to help with certain gestures and guiding your hands through certain bits of his hair. You were momentarily in awe at its softness once touching it.

“Do you enjoy my hair now that you get to feel it?” he mused casually You weren’t sure if you should respond to that.

“I do think we should do this more often however, I think I like the way you put my gel in my hair and of course your braiding is gorgeous y/n” He continued on.

You could tell he was slightly teasing and you were internally freaking out how much your hands would touch. As if he hadn’t been laying in bed a time or two with you.

“dammit…” you mumbled under your breath,

This is where everything falls apart.

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[princelylove]

Divinity.

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

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

Length: A little over 2k.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Success. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

… You kind of see his point. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Yes, dearest?” He’s trembling. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He opens the closet, where you obviously are not. 

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

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

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

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

He starts to count out loud.

“Ten, nine…”

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

“Eight, seven, six.”

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

“Five, four…”

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

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

#yandere giorno giovanna #yandere giorno giovanna x reader #I love writing for giorno #you ever stare at your own writing for so long that you're just like “yeah this needs to get away from me” #if there's typos no there's not

[thecw-unicorn]

Yandere! Giorno Drabble

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

TW: toxic behavior/relationship

He had given you another gift.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

May I…stand unshaken amid amidst a clash of worlds

May I…stand unshaken amid amidst a clash of worlds

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

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[animeyanderelover]

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

Yandere Bucciarati Gang Hc’s

Bruno Bucciarati

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

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

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

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

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

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

Leone Abbacchio

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

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

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

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

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

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

Pannacotta Fugo

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

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

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

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

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

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

Narancia Ghirga

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

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

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

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

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

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

Guido Mista

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

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

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

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

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

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

Giorno Giovanna

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Giorno would be one of those yanderes who no one would suspect of being one because of how calm and composed he is most of the time, but it becomes obvious once you look at all the subtle hints in his behavior (overprotective, doting on his darling by gifting out things that he noticed greatly caught their interest, etc.).

Giorno is really weird, if you go back and watch/read from the perspective of people around him (no internal monologue, no moments of Giorno figuring out shit. Just observe as if you are Polpo or Narancia or anyone but the omnipotent reader/viewer).

Giorno is eerily calculating. He doesn’t express emotions the same way everyone else around him does, and he’s good at dismissing the creepy vibes he can’t help but give off. Something is wrong with Giorno, you instinctively know it when you see him, but he’s so good at covering up how cold and calculating he is that everyone just assumes there’s a less sinister reason. Almost everyone, anyways (Leone was onto something, in my opinion).

What it really is that makes Giorno likely to get away with extorting, stalking, blackmailing, and kidnapping his darling is that he’s such an obvious choice for emotionally-challenged-guy-snaps-and-kidnaps-someone that he’s discredited immediately.

Everyone assumes that if Giorno even had the time to develop feelings for someone, it would have to compete with his need for power. And nothing can compete with Giornos obsession for power.

But what they might not think about is that power is power— even if power from complete control over a relationship is considered lower stakes power than running the biggest mafia.

Giorno is just one of those people where it’s so obvious he’d be a possessive megalomaniac that people can’t be bothered to think about it much harder.

#yandere jojo #yandere jjba #yandere jjba prt 5 #yandere giorno #yandere giorno giovanna #yandere giogio #anons so right

[yanderememes]

Josuke/Jolyne/Gappy: "You won't believe it... My darling tried to hit me! I was only trying to get a hug..."

Joseph/Jotaro/Johnny: "You're lucky that your darling doesn't try to kill you and/or escape..."

Jonathan/Giorno with their chill darlings: "wow guys that must be tough"

Everyone Else: >:(

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Here's a meme to compliment this beautiful dynamic lol

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[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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[thornybubbles]

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You stupid bitch. 

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

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

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

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

You know you’re in for it now. 

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

“You really are an idiot.” he growls. 

He glances back at you over his shoulder. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

How dare you do this to him! 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Absolutely nothing.

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

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[ophelian-darling]

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

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

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

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

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

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

enjoy ♡

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Nice to see you Belladonna" 

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

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

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

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

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

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

"We're going home, now" 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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[lliminall]

ok but what about yandere giorno who gets jealous super easily to the point where he gets jealous of everything and everyone that has his darling's attention for more than a minute

and when they are meeting up with some of his friends one of them, i don't know, let's say fugo or a random character that you can create, is too touchy for his liking (let's say hugs darling too much or tries to be near them).

how do you think he will react? what will he do?

I live for jealous yans

tags: gn reader, yandere, possessive behavior

You are late coming into the cafe this morning. Or rather, you are a few minutes behind your usual routine, because you haven’t actually agreed to meet Giorno at the little table by the window you love to sit at each morning. It shouldn’t matter. It’s only a few minutes. But this is the only time he’s able to speak with you, and Giorno has already been deprived of your presence for the last week.

It’s a shame that Passione business often keeps him away for such stretches of time, and a greater shame still that you don’t realize just how out of his way he’s gone to align his morning routine with yours. The warm mug of mocha in his hands is adequate at best. The coffee isn’t the reason he comes to this place.

Another glance at his watch, another minute you’ve yet to arrive, and he really doesn’t have much time this morning before he must get back to work. He thumbs at the tube of chapstick in his pocket. Your favorite scent, the label peeling from its time spent in the pockets of your purse. He could imbue it with life, follow it straight to you, find out exactly what’s happened to keep you away-

Ah. There you are.

Meandering distractedly down the street, deep in conversation with an individual he doesn’t recognize. A man who tugs you to the side of the walkway to lean in close and show you something on his phone. You lean in as well, angling to see the screen, and your face is close to his. Too close.

It’s a position Giorno has found himself in once before. Standing in line beside you as you wave him in to look at the newest pictures in your phone’s gallery. He remembers the soft scent of your perfume, the warmth radiating from your skin, his arm nudging yours.

He knows exactly what this man is doing. It’s what Giorno himself does every time he finds a way into your presence. The need to be near you.

You’re laughing at whatever this man has shown you. The energy of it sends you curling into yourself, further into the space of this…intruder. The man doesn’t look away from you for even a second as you straighten and settle down, distracted again by whatever video is playing in front of you. Giorno knows the look in this man’s eyes. He knows, as well, that you’re as oblivious to it on him as you are of it on Giorno.

There is something cold settling into the core of Giorno’s chest. Frigid. Tight. Bitter. You look up at the man to chatter at him animatedly, and he leans against the wall behind him to gaze down at you with something not unlike infatuation. He settles into your space and his thigh touches yours. You don’t seem to notice. You don’t pull away.

Giorno stands and brushes smoothly past the doorway.

“Ah, signorina,” he greets you as he crosses the street. “I was beginning to think you’d slept in again. And here I was thinking you wouldn’t get to enjoy the croissant I saved for you.”

“Oh my god. You did not,” you say, but your face betrays your excitement. For all your insistence against him paying for your morning meals, you’ve never once turned down food from him.

“It was the last one and I thought you might appreciate it,” he says. Giorno looks briefly at the man standing beside you, who straightens and casts Giorno a perturbed look. It’s quickly wiped away as you turn to face him.

“Carlo, this is my friend Giorno. We both come to this cafe a lot,” you say.

Carlo gives Giorno a short smile.

“Good to meet you,” he says. “I’m a high school friend of theirs. (Y/n) and I got into a lot of trouble together, right?”

You roll your eyes at him. “Whatever. You got into trouble, I saved your ass before your parents could find out.”

Carlo gives you a genuine smile, and that tightness in Giorno’s chest returns.

“(Y/n) does seem to have a knack for doing charity work,” Giorno says. “I often have to remind them to pick their battles. Sometimes it isn’t worth the effort.”

His friendly expression belies the barb in his words. Carlo looks at Giorno for a hard second, as if deciding whether or not he’s been insulted, and whether or not he should do something about it. Giorno takes the opportunity to turn to you again.

“Should I finish off your croissant myself?” he says. “I would hate for it to go to waste.”

“What? No!” you say, and pull away from Carlo with a laugh. “It was nice catching up with you,” you tell your friend as you motion for Giorno to follow you. “I’m starving. But we should finish talking another time!”

Carlo nods and waves you goodbye with a look on his face that hasn’t quite processed what just happened. In the span of a few seconds Giorno has snatched you up again, sparing one last glance at your interloper before turning on his heel and offering you his arm to cross the road.

Giorno holds the door open as you slip inside, falling straight into your usual seat at your usual table and digging happily into the food he left for you. He settles in with his mocha again, feeling the bitterness fade into a subtle thrum beneath his skin.

“I know what you were doing back there,” you say in between bites of food. “If I was feeling bold today, I’d say you were acting a little…” you place your finger to your chin in faux contemplation, fixing him with a stare that’s chastising, but playful enough that he knows he gotten away with it. “Jealous?”

Giorno hides his smile behind his mug.

“Can you blame me?” he asks. “It’s been far too long since I had the pleasure of your company. And your food was getting cold.”

You level him with an unimpressed stare as you chew your cold croissant.

“Giorno Giovanna. You’re lucky I let you bribe me with food.”

He watches you, content, as you finish off your breakfast.

“And lucky that I let you run other men off when you haven’t even asked me out yourself,” you add knowingly.

Giorno pauses with his cup midway to his mouth. His pulse skips, and for the first time he feels as if he’s the one under the weight of your analyzing stare. It’s a nice feeling, to be held under the microscope of your undivided attention. He clears his throat.

“Well. In that case, you’ll have to let me buy you dinner next. So you can tell them you have a boyfriend, and run them off yourself.”

You take a long sip of your coffee and smile at him. “I guess I will.”

The bitterness under his skin thrums quietly, but Giorno presses it down to bask fully in the light of your (finally, finally) shared affection.

There’s a phone in his pocket with a number that can take care of your interloping friend in minutes. There are any number of ways he can excise this miserable emotion from himself. A threat, an accident, a well-placed accusation of wrongdoing on your annoying new friend. Giorno supposes it will depend on his mood once he leaves you here.

But for now, he will let you ramble to him about the work day you have coming up, your plans for the weekend, your new favorite show. He’ll let you lean in close to him to show him that funny video, and he’ll lay his hand over yours to steady the phone as you dip into his space.

There’ll be time to figure out how to deal with this blight, after he’s satiated himself with the knowledge that you’re his, his, his.

The video ends and you curl your fingers into his, entwining your hands on the table.

Lucky, indeed.

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[mrsgiovanna]

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

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

WC: 3.3k

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Feels like it was in a different lifetime…”

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

“New doesn’t always mean better,”

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

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

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

"I… "

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Who do you belong to?"

"You, only you!"

"Who?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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[shineonyoucrazyyandere]

I was thinking about how no matter how much Giorno tried to approach me i'd be stoic and stop him from even touching me or grimacing at corniness and when he didn't try to approach i'd do something like putting my head on his shoulder, if he touches me or even talks to me slightly romantically or teasingly i'd stop and grimace 😭 i been described as, sadistic, stoic, dry, sharp, and cat like, but i'm not sadistic!

There’s just something that tells me he’d think anything you grimace at with Giorno he’d somehow inexplicably find it cute. It would be almost comical if it were a normal relationship. Either way you come to him or you’re grimacing at this blond’s actions there’s really no winning here. Since he’d take your grimacing as you being comfortable enough around his presence to show your personality.

That’s kinda funny you get described as sadistic, I just want to know how people can come to that conclusion.

I feel like Giorno can be really flexible with most personalities, scarily so no matter how standoffish or shy you are. Even if you do go “ew” at something affectionate he does.

#yandere imagines #yandere jjba imagines #yandere jjba #yandere #yandere jjba x reader #yandere giorno giovanna