#i think giorno giovanna is my muse

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i'm having such fun with these two

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Keep Your Eyes On Me

[Giorno Giovanna × Reader]

Never in your wildest dreams did you think you could paint someone as magnificent as Giorno, but it happened just like that. It all started from a small talk about the weather and the lovely sight of his private garden. But as soon as you talked about the progress in your project, he immediately proposed something you wouldn't expect.

"If you really need a model for your painting, you could've just asked me."

You snapped your head towards him at lightning speed.

"For real?" You asked, and he nodded without hesitation. "I mean—isn't that dangerous? I might end up exposing your identity! Because it's gonna be exhibited in the gallery and—and since your face would be on my painting—" You stammered as you tried to explain, "Someone might recognize you, and—"

"Hey, calm down. You think too much." He said with an amused grin, "No one has ever seen my face, except for the few people I trust."

He tilts his head when you squint at him, “I doubt that.”

“You can change my hair color, or alter my face a little bit if you’re still unsure.” He suggested, “Like I said earlier, I don’t mind becoming your muse.”

An amused snort came out from you louder than you intended, “That’s a bold choice of word, Gio.”

“But you always whine about not having a muse.”

“Well,” You scratched your nose, “What I mean by that is having an ordinary person as my muse, not the legitimate Don of passione.”

“I don’t see what’s wrong with that.” He raised his brow, and an exasperated sigh left your mouth.

“That’s not it…” You mumble while your head’s down, not looking at his direction, “It’s just that… I’m worried about your safety, Gio. I don’t need to be a part of the mafia to know that everyone wants you dead. Not everyone, but you get my point.” You corrected, “I don’t want to accidentally put you in danger, y’know?”

For a moment, the conversation went cold. He didn’t say anything, and you didn’t look at him. But then you hear footsteps, and a hand slips onto your cheek as he cups your face. “You really have the tendency to make me work for it.” He retorted gently, “I offered myself to be your model because I know you want me. But it’s not your job to worry about me, (Y/N). I want you to finish your project first, before you decide what to do with the painting.” He smiles, “Capisce?”

Although you didn’t get cold feet, it seemed like Giorno thought otherwise. Because he holds you still when you step away, and his grip is firm on your waist.

“Alright, alright.” You compromise, “I’ll do it, okay? I’m gonna take my stuff first, so can you please let me go for a sec?”

—

The painting equipment you bring is quite heavy, but you refuse to let his man carry them for you. You’ve surveyed the ideal place for the background, and you quickly set up the easel. While you set down your brushes and color paints, you watch the men arrange a long sofa by the window. With the instruction from the Don himself.

“So you’re gonna lay down?” You asked.

“You expect me to stand for hours?”

“No, but I thought I told you to sit on a chair.”

“It wouldn’t look as good.”

You roll your eyes, “I guess beggars cannot choose.”

He grinned as he dismissed his men, “I would take my clothes off if you wish to paint nude—”

You quickly clear your throat, loud enough until it sounds very constrained. Even though his men keep a straight face, you know they heard him. You glare at him, and he just chuckles in return.

“Shall we begin? You can lay down now.” You told him as you squeezed out the paint, “Make sure everything’s comfortable enough for you.”

“I’ll be more comfortable if you lay beside me.”

“Giorno.” You called him with a frown, which only made him smirk. He doesn’t speak much as he gets on the sofa, and leans comfortably against the armrest. You pick up the medium-sized brush and dip into the green color. You glance toward him, and begin to sketch on the white canvas.

“Hold on.” He said as he unbuttoned his vest, and slid them off his shoulders. You see him throw the black garment away carelessly, before he loosen up a few buttons of his shirt.

“Dio mio, Gio.” You uttered as you put down your palette. “Can’t you at least not throw it to the floor? It’s gonna get dirty.”

“It’s gonna be laundered anyway.” He replied while he rolled his sleeves, and you just scowled as you picked it up.

“Stronzo.” You mumbled as you dusted off the vest, and went back to your place. You drape the thing onto your chair, before you pick up where you left off.

The green color quickly spreads on the canvas as you map out the scene. You use the blue to sketch out the window, and the soft yellow for the sofa. Your eyes dart to him while you paint, and you hate to admit that he made the right choice to get rid of the vest. He fits perfectly into the picture.

You wonder if you ever see him as relaxed as this before. Although you knew him close enough, he still used his refined manner around you. As you draw the black line, you wonder where his attitude goes.

The brush is quickly switched with a bigger one, and you mix some dye until it resembles the color of the wall. You paint most of the canvas with the new color, and add the shadows and light. You look out the window, and find the sky’s clear. You’re gonna need a lot of blues.

As you work on the details, your eyes inadvertently fall on him. He’s also looking at you, with his cheek resting on his palm.

“Why are you looking at me like that?”

“Like what?” He asked.

“Like that… like you’re gonna…” You pressed your lips tightly before you shook your head, “Nevermind.”

You turn your gaze away as you focus on your work. The shadows are roughly placed, and you move on to the greenery.

“You know,” He began to speak as you painted, “I’ve had my portrait done a few times before, but you’re the first one who insists on doing it in my garden.”

“Why? You missed your office already?” You sneered.

“No, but I do miss my whiskey.”

Your brows furrowed, “You don’t drink liquor.”

“I don’t drink when I’m working.”

“Huh.” You replied nonchalantly, “Of course, this is just a picnic for you."

He chuckles, “I wouldn’t consider this as a picnic, there’s no wine and cheese platter for us.”

“Us?” You narrowed your eyes, “This isn’t a date, Gio.”

“I know.” He stated, “It’s just a proposal.”

You feel your blood rushes to your face, and you turn away from him. You can’t think of anything as the reply, so you settle with silence. It didn’t surprise you when he openly flirts with you, and you usually just shrug it off. But this time, you can’t ignore him at all, not when he sounds so serious.

The window on the canvas slowly takes shapes, and provides a good background for the plants. You spend the next hour perfecting the tall foliage, without sparing another glance at him. But you don’t have to look to know that his eyes are glued on you.

As you finish the basic lines of the potted plants, you proceed to draw the long sofa. You keep your head down as you blend the faded cream color, and put them on top of the yellow.

“I think I’ll be working on the background detail now,” You announced without taking your eyes off the canvas, “You can take a break Gio, feel free if you want to leave.”

“I’ll stay.”

You bit your lip, he’s going to be a hell of distraction.

Humans can acknowledge if something’s watching them, and you curse your ancestor for passing down that ability. Even when you try to ignore it, it keeps screaming at the back of your head. Because not only does he keep his eyes on you, the intensity of his gaze also sets your alarm off.

He never looked at you like this before, right? Or have you been ignoring the signs? His friends always teased you, saying that you wouldn't be a great detective. But you're never good at reading someone's thoughts, let alone his mind. God knows what's going on inside his head.

If someone matches up the painter's apathy against the Don's preservation, it's gonna take a long time to know who's the winner. But this time, the answer seems to be clearer. And when your eyes met, you realized how terrifying his stubbornness can be.

"Gio," You mused, "Don't look at me like that…"

His lips spread into a half smile, "Like what?"

You grip your brush tightly, you don't have the courage to speak up your mind. It would be silly to ask the most feared Don about what he wants, because he has been declaring it loud and clear.

"(Y/N)." He called you softly, but as tenderly as it was, he still made your heart race, "Did I make you uncomfortable?"

"I don't know." You looked away, "I just… don't want to get the wrong idea."

His smile grew wider, until the lines around his lips became prominent, "Come here, (Y/N)." He stretches his hand toward you, "I'll let you find out."

There's no need to confirm your suspicion, because the words he just said is a confession itself. You look at him and realize that he doesn't hide his infatuation. And you know better than approaching him without thinking. Because if you do that, it can only mean you reciprocate his feelings.

But do you love him? You asked. Despite the path that he chose, and the fact that you'd be plagued by constant worry about his safety. Will you still love him? Even when you know the misfortune will follow the two of you to the end?

Yes. Yes you would.

You gently put down your palette, and wipe your hands on your handkerchief. You've been repressing your own feelings for so long, but you won't hide anymore. Once you make it to his side, he'll know that you love him. There's no turning back.

He sits on the edge of the sofa by the time you walk to his side. When you stop right in front of him, he reaches for your hand and pulls you closer.

"Won't you regret it?" You muttered while he wrapped his arms around you, "I'm just a mere painter."

"And yet,” He tugs your hands and kisses them tenderly, “You could bring me to my knees.”

You blushed when he placed another kiss on your wrist, “Giorno—”

His head perks up, and you reach out to cup his face. He doesn’t resist when you lean forward, bringing your face closer to him. For a moment, you wonder why the thought of kissing him never crossed your mind before. He looks so… inviting.

He puts his hands on your waist as you press your lips against him. You taste his hunger on your tongue, and he guides your hand to his shoulder. You utter a small squeak when he hooks his arm around you and brings you down to the sofa.

The soft cushion puffs out under the sudden weight of your body. You need a second to process what had just happened, before you see him leaning over you.

Before you had the chance to speak, he already kissed you again. You squeeze your eyes shut as you circle your arms around his neck. Having him so close to you makes you realize how many details you missed out about him. The subtle scent of his shirt, the softness of his hair, the warmth of his skin.

Maybe you’re overwhelmed by love, even adoration. But you swear when you look at him, he never looks as magnificent as he is now.

—

The chatter and the occasional clink of glass fill the room as you walk past the visitors. The exhibition is bustling with people, and the champagne flows endlessly. There’s a few acquaintances around, but you only greet them without a small talk.

Giorno promised you he’ll come, even though you’re strongly against it. You’re worried about him making an appearance in public, but he assured you it’s alright.

This might be the first time you’re feeling nervous in the exhibition. Not because of the display of your art, but rather the incoming arrival of your muse.

When you reach the section of your paintings, your tension drops as you see familiar faces. His friends are coming, and you know Giorno is safe when they’re around.

Bruno is the first to notice your presence, and he smiles as you walk closer.

“Ciao, (Y/N).” He lifts his glass of champagne, and you return the gesture.

“Ciao.” You grinned, “Glad you made it here.”

“I would never miss it, (Y/N).”

The rest of the crew greet you, as they give a short praise for your paintings. But not without commenting about the portrayal of their Don.

“What did you do to him? He doesn’t look scary at all.” Said Narancia, “I swear, he looks more terrifying than usual. I could never get used to seeing him like that.”

“That’s because he only smiles when you mess up something, Narancia.”

“I never thought I’d get to see him without his suit on. I mean, he looks like the kind of man who sleeps in two-piece.” Mista jested.

“Now you mention it,” Abbacchio chipped in, “Why did he agree to be your model?”

You shyly answer, “He’s the one who suggested it.”

“What?” Bruno stares at you wide-eyed, “He asked you to paint him?”

“Sort of.”

Abbacchio strokes his chin slowly, while keeping his eyes on you. “That explains the lack of formal clothes.” He sneered, “So, did he finally succeed?”

“Succeed on what?” You furrowed your brows.

He only sips his champagne as he looks past behind you. The others seem to do the same, and curiosity makes you turn your head.

To say that you didn't expect him to dress up to the nines for the event was half a lie. You know he loves to flaunt, but seeing him like this almost makes you drop your glass. Because not only does he catch everyone's eyes, he doesn't hide his magnetic charm at all.

"Amore." He tugs you close by your waist, and places a peck on your shoulder, then your lips. "Sorry I'm late."

"Gio." You hissed, "I told you—"

"Dio mio!" Narancia gasped as he pointed at the blond, "Did you just kiss her?"

Fugo grabs his head and pulls him away from the group, "Come on now, don't bother them."

The youngest member protested, but he couldn't get away and got dragged further. The rest of the crew just watch them leaving, before they shift their attention to you.

Mista is the first one who speaks, pointing out the obvious, "The two of you are dating?"

"Well," You instinctively rub the back of your neck, "Yeah."

Your lover leans closer to whisper to you, "You don't sound so sure."

"Sorry." You squeeze his hand. "I just don't know how to tell the news to you guys."

"But why?" Bruno's eyes crinkled as he smiles in amusement, "We've been waiting for this moment." His statement made Giorno chuckle, before he pressed a kiss on your crown.

"I miss the time when he didn't care about girls." The silver haired man groans when Bruno kicks on his ankle, "What was that for?" He grunted.

"Aren't you happy that they're finally together?" Mista playfully asked as he circled his arm around his neck, "You used to complain about them all the time."

You raise your brows, but the older man just shoves him away. Mista laughs when he receives the death glare from him.

"Now, now." Giorno spoke up at once, interrupting the early stages of their usual bickering, "If you'd excuse me, I have to go on a date with (Y/N)." He encloses your shoulders with his arm, "She promised to give me a tour around the exhibition."

Bruno gives him a small nod, "Sure," He then adds, "Have fun, you two."

You wish them a good night before Giorno drags you away almost immediately. The drink on your hand almost spilled out as you tried to follow his pace. After walking through the third of the gallery, he stops at the empty corner.

It doesn't take long before he pushes you to the closest wall, and starts kissing you like a hungry man. You voice your protests, but they only get squashed down by his lips. You don't know which, or whose paintings are being displayed beside you, but you hope you won't disturb them by accident.

The two of you finally part to catch a breath, and you just realize that two people just scurry away when they see you. A pang of embarrassment struck you as you're suddenly aware that you got caught making out with him—your own model—on the day of your works' exhibition.

"Didn't I tell you to be patient?"

You put a frown on your face when he softly chuckles. He doesn't seem to mind his manner, which effectively fuels your guilty desire further.

"I've waited for long enough." He expressed with a coy smile, "Don't you think I deserve fair compensation?"

[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.

[seekerofheaven]

Keeping It In The Family

(A starter for @praeteritus-memories​ Jotaro Muse)

The Foundation had been keeping track of those associated with Dio, including the women he’d slept with. Not an easy task, since most of them he ate afterwards, but there were a few exceptions. Haruno Shiobana was traced, although these days he was called Giorno Giovanna and was confirmed to be a Stand User. The blood test brought another woman’s name, someone else believed to have had a child with Dio. Her name was Seraphine Rochefort, a french CEO of a small IT company. She had survived her encounter with Dio and was spotted in America and England while growing increasingly pregnant with a child shortly after her trip to Cairo. The trail went cold since she travelled a lot, apparently living out what time she had going on holiday and sightseeing due to a terminal cancer diagnosis, with the obituary confirming she died in November 1990 of the disease, leaving behind a 6 year old son, Rafael Rochefort. Tracing him had been difficult, his grandparents took him in. A military screening blood test confirmed he was Seraphine’s son and Dio was his father. He was 18 now. The same questions asked of Giorno were to be asked of him. Did he have a Stand, what had he inherited from Dio? His cruelty, his megalomania, his psychopathy? Did he share the Joestar’s virtuous traits or was he savage and cunning like Dio? He was still in the military and studied Psychology in Montpellier, his registered address being a remote farm in the Southern French countryside. The farm itself was charmingly rustic, with dairy cows, chickens, a tiny vineyard and a hand-carved sign, Le Rochefort Ferme. There was even a small farm shop. The family was in the garden, having a family meal in the warm evening sun and enjoying themselves, laughing and conversing. Rafael stood out instantly, he was very muscular and at least 6 foot tall, the tallest one there by a few inches, wearing military camo pants and a black tank top that clung to his muscles, he clearly worked out, his blonde hair was unmistakable. A smaller, middle aged woman laughed at something he said, clearly an aunt or something before they were interrupted by a small baby crying in it’s carrier, Rafael lifting it out and holding it gently, the baby trying to grab at his blonde hair. “Ah Remy, what’s the matter? Is my favourite cousin cranky? How about a lullaby.“ He offered to the small baby, who hiccuped. Clearing his throat for a moment, he warmed up as Remy grabbed a tiny fistful of his shirt and tried to mouth it, unsure if it was food. At least he wasn’t trying to eat his hair again. “Frère Jacques, Frère Jacques, Dormez-vous? Dormez-vous?” He sung softly, his voice deep and pleasant with a nice tone to it before noticing the car down the path. “We’re not expecting visitors, I don’t recognize the driver.” Aunt Dominique asked as Rafael handed Remy back, looking over at the rental car. “Likely a lost tourist, the area can be a maze if you’re not familiar. I’d best assist, I speak English fluently.” Rafael offered, walking down the path and approaching Jotaro’s car. “Excuse me, sir? Are you lost... This is my grandparents farm, I think you made a wrong turn. Where are you headed for?” Rafael asked in perfect but accented Englih, removing his sunglasses to reveal bright blue eyes.

[melodiaemfrp]

Hi! It's ruki the date is august 18 and I can be found at WingVui on twitter! I think I'm about ready to take my muses off hiatus and return! Those are Harewataru Sora from Hirogaru Sky Precure, Kasai Amane from Delicious Party Precure and Giorno Giovanna from Jojo's Bizarre Adventure part 5 Golden Wind/Vento Aureo

HI RUKI!!

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[beneathashadytree]

Hi! May I request Giorno x female reader with prompt “It doesn’t matter what they think, I just care about what you think.”

MAKEUP MAKEOVER - GIORNO GIOVANNA X READER

Warnings : a few curses, reader is female!

Genre : fluff

Word count : 0.9K words

Prompt : “It doesn’t matter what they think, I just care about what you think.”

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"You good in there?" she knocked on the bathroom door twice, to which he permitted her to come in, in a slightly strangled voice that had her frowning with concern.

Coming to a halt as she looked at him in front of her, she choked out a laugh, coming to stand beside him as he struggled with drawing a dark black line on the edge of his eyelid.

"What on earth are you trying to do, caro?"

"Abbacchio showed me how to draw eyeliner, but I can't seem to get it right," Giorno mumbled under his breath, a concentrated frown on his face as he tried to drag the end of the line in the direction of the tip of his brow, "It looked easier when he did it---merda!" he cursed loudly as he'd blinked suddenly, turning the black line into a terrible squiggle.

Chortling, his fiancée said, "That's how you'll end up poking your eyeballs out. Are you sure you don't want any help."

"No, no, I've got this," he attempted to reassure her, his watery eyes smudging all the eyeliner into a dark mess on his skin, only making it worse as his fists rubbed them; if the makeshift dark circles, bright blue staining his lips but somehow even coloring the surrounding skin, and clumped eyelashes that looked like they were about to fall off were any indication of his skill, then Giorno clearly needed a savior for the day.

"You do realize that you've got a meeting with the four caporegime in an hour, right?" she arched her eyebrow, crossing her arms across her chest as he leaned against the sink, "You can't go out like this."

"Like what?"

With a vague gesture of her hand towards him, she said, "This."

"Come on now, it can't be that bad. Just a few errors here and there," he tried to convince the both of them, his voice half-hearted as he glanced at the mirror and involuntarily took a step back, causing her to laugh and tug at his arm.

"Trust me, if I don't fix this right now, they'll call you a clown behind your back for the rest of your life."

As she pulled him back into the master bedroom, he attempted to retort, "They can't. They know I could end their lives if I wanted to," he paused, before calmly saying, "And besides, it doesn’t matter what they think, I just care about what you think."

When she nudged him into the chair in front of the vanity, she gave him a look, before snorting as she rummaged through her make up bags and boxes, "As sweet as that sentiment is, I think you look---and I say this as kindly as possible---like a fucking trainwreck."

With a slightly indignant huff, Giorno accepted his defeat and closed his eyes, allowing her to begin to wipe off his make up with the cotton in her hand, the gentle dabbing a rather soothing feeling to his skin. Once she was done and his eyes looked back at her cautiously, she grinned at him, a promise on her tongue.

"I'll make you look even more beautiful than you already are."

The blonde smiled at her, as she leaned in with her eyeliner pencil in "Flattery will get you nowhere, but good luck, I guess."

It felt like an agonizingly long time had passed, her hands switching from resting on his forehead to sifting through multiple brushes to lightly thumbing his lips to stroking his cheekbones; it felt more like a ritual than anything. In reality though, barely half an hour had passed when she turned the chair around and presented him with his reflection in the brightly-lit mirror.

"Incredibile, tesoro," he mused in awe. His big green eyes looked even more stunning with the winged eyeliner and dark red eyeshadow in the creases of his eyelid, long lashes curled perfectly with the mascara that no longer looked tacky. The navy blue lipstick all touched up now and covered with a thin layer of clear gloss, his skin all bronzed and glowing with every feature perfectly-defined, and even his eyebrows brushed from their usual unruly mess, Giorno felt like an entirely new person as he looked at himself.

"I take pride in my skills," she puffed her chest out proudly, a smirk on her face at her perfectly satisfied husband-to-be, "I'll show you the ropes next time you've got the time. For now, you really should get dressed into your suit."

As he got up, he smiled at her gratefully, leaning in as he said, "Thank you," but before he could do anything, she'd shoved him lightly by the shoulder.

"No kisses now! Don't ruin all my hard work," blowing him a kiss instead, "Take care. And don't forget to iron the shirt before you wear it."

Giorno nodded, heading off to the walk-in closet next door with more than just a little saunter in his step. And despite the slightly disgruntled look on his face at the prospect of not getting any affection for a while, she knew it would all bear fruit when all eyes would turn to him---his magnetic presence would become magnified, as his beauty would soon become overwhelming to others. If he was larger than life, then they would just have to learn to get used to being with otherworldly company.

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[strawberryvanillablast]

Bubbly Hex (Giorno Giovanna X Reader)

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This wasn’t a good idea, you figure. 

You and Giorno were on the trail for a Stand User that was hypnotizing people to do their bidding. Not exactly what you’d call original in terms of motivation but it’s a threat nonetheless. Of course, the Stand User split themselves into two and it’s Giorno’s idea to split up. Did he not want take the risk of you being hypnotized or did he want to prove a point? Anyway, turns out you were tracking down a copy. 

Well, that could only mean one thing. You made your way towards Giorno and it was a tight battle, you had to admit. Of course, the Stand User aimed something at you but Giorno moved and took the brunt of the hit. You clutch onto him in the hopes that it would reduce or nullify the Stand affect. Your fingers clutch onto his hair gently and you mused that it was soft and fluffy. Using some quick wit, you’d began to trap the Stand User in some mucky goop, noting that they’re trapped. 

“Giorno,” You ask, holding his face in your hands. “Giorno, can you hear me?” 

It was a little weird to see Giorno, of all people, in a trance like this. He blinked in steady beats, his green eyes glazed over. You bite your lip, hoping that the other guys would arrive soon. Sure enough, Mista, Fugo, and Narancia arrived in four, no, five minutes. Giorno slowly blinked and stood up straight, towering over you. 

“G-Giorno,” You shiver, intimidated by his stare. “It’s just me, remember?” 

You watch as Giorno closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and undid his braid as well as those victory curls on his head. You and the others stood confused. Then he opened his eyes again and gave all of you a sincerely cheery grin before you were pulled into the biggest bear hug that he could muster. All of you gaped. The Don of Passione obviously didn’t care as he continued to hug you. 

“Oh, [Y/N], you are just too cute for this world,” Giorno cheerily squealed. “You’re so cute and lovable and oh my gosh I can’t handle it at all! So cute, so cute!” His face looked softer and more cheerful than you’ve seen him when he pulled away a little from you. “I’m so happy that you’re here in Passione!” 

“...Giorno,” Mista blinked, not believing his eyes. “Giorno, dude, are you okay?” 

“Mista, Mista,” Giorno turned to him, not letting you go. “I’m more than okay! I’m great with a capital G!” He giggled as he buried his face into your neck, hugging you like you were a teddy bear. You felt yourself bounce up and down as Giorno jumped up and down with unbridled joy. 

“Uh, that’s great, Giorno,” Fugo added uncertainly. “But is it okay if you could let [Y/N] go?” He looked at you in sympathy. “I think you’re restricting their moving.” 

Giorno blinked slowly as he looked at Fugo and then at you, his cheer turning in an expression of confusion. You gave him a weak smile as a response. If you’re being honest, you didn’t know if the Stand’s effect would make him volatile. As it stood, his confusion turned into shock and then into horror.

“Oh...Oh no,” He blubbered. “Am I hurting you, [Y/N]?! I’m so sorry! Here, I....!” 

He gently released you from his grip and you gave him an affectionate pat on the head. You didn’t know how to feel about this new development, but for Passione, you were willing to pacify Giorno through the effects of this Stand. And it was the change to see stoic Giorno, calm and collected, be this hyper and bubbly. Giorno smiled and leaned into your touch, chirping happily. 

“Woah,” Narancia spoke what everyone was thinking. “This is way too weird.” He waved a hand in Giorno’s face. “I thought hypnotized people acted like zombies.” Narancia continued to stare at his Don, who was smiling like a giddy child. 

“I think I reduced some of its effects,” You frowned as you saw Abbacchio as well as Bruno appear on the horizon. “But I don’t know how long this effect is going to last.” You look at Giorno, who was busy turning random pebbles into flowers. “Er, perhaps we should apprehend the Stand User and get back to the villa. I mean it would be, uh, the best option for now.” 

“You guys caught the Stand User,” Abbacchio asked, narrowing his eyes. “Then, let’s get going. The sooner we get out of here, the sooner we can fix this mess.” 

You nod and looked back at Giorno, who was bouncing up and down like a kid in a candy store. You hesitated for a brief moment before gently taking his hand. At that, you gasp. It was warm, smooth, and barely had any calluses. You looked at him and nearly died at his expression. He was grinning from ear to ear, blushing, and flowers were growing at your feet. 

“Oh my gosh, we’re holding hands, we’re holding hands! This is like a dream!” 

“A dream,” You raise an eyebrow. “I thought your dream was to become a primo mafioso.” 

“Can’t I have two dreams at once~?” 

You laugh. You knew that it was a fabrication due to the Stand but you couldn’t help but be flattered at how the Don was treating you. You decided to indulge it for a little while and then think about the consequences later. You led Giorno by the hand to the van where the others were waiting. Fugo took you aside as the trouble duo took Giorno. 

“So, we got some information out of the Stand User,” Fugo explained. “And the effects lasts for about a week.” He paused before giving you a gentle glance. “I also found out that the Stand effects don’t fabricate emotions. So, it’s good that his feelings for you are genuine.” 

“...What.” 

“Hey, Fugo, [Y/N],” Mista poked his head out. “You might wanna hear this.” 

You and Fugo look at each other before getting into the van. Narancia and Bruno were with Giorno and Narancia beckoned you to come over. You scooted over to hear what Giorno had to say. You were conflicted. On one hand, you were sure a plenty that the Stand User might be lying to you. On the other hand, Fugo didn’t, to your knowledge, have any reason to lie to you either. 

“Hey, Gio,” Narancia smiled. “How much do you like [Y/N] and why do you like [Y/N] so much?” 

“Uh, Narancia,” You began. “I don’t think...!” 

“Well, I like [Y/N] tons and tons,” Giorno replied giddily. “In fact, I love them! By a lot! By this much!” He held his arms out wide. “And the reason why I like them so much is because they’re really cute and really kind! And because they were nice! Not just everyday but also when they first met me!” He rocked back and forth. “It, uh, felt nice when they were nice to me even when I was just a scary Don!” 

You remembered what he was talking about. It was when you decided to join the mafia. You gave him your best smile and had a nice chat with him. And your first impression of him was that he was a generally kind if somewhat stoic and cool. 

“I felt really, really, really happy inside,” He continued. “But I couldn’t say it right there and then because we were busy. But I wanted to tell [Y/N] that every day! But I couldn’t.” He frowned. “And now, they think I’m lying.” His eyes welled up. 

“O-Oh,” You blink, biting your lip. “G-Giorno, I...” 

“But I’m not lying,” Giorno piped up. “I feel nice whenever I’m with you, [Y/N]!” It was a moment before he pulled you into another hug. “You didn’t treat me at all like I was your enemy! You treated me with respect! You didn’t lick my face or... or try to make me drink urine in a cup or be wary of me when you joined!” 

You had to raise your eyebrow at that last line before turning to the others, who’d all look incredibly guilty. Sighing, you felt a wetness on your shoulder. Oh dear. It must be a side effect of the Stand. You rubbed circles into his back. 

“Oh, Giorno,” You smile. “I know you’re not lying. And I like-like you too! In fact, I love you more than you can ever know!” 

You decided to give him a sweet smooch on the bridge of his nose. He squealed in happiness and returned the favor by peppering you with lots of kisses. Both of you laughed and soon, the others joined in too. 

[mrsgiovanna]

Between the devil and the deep blue sea (Yakuza!Josuke x Reader x Don Giorno)

If you're looking for cinnamon bun Josuke and cinnamon roll Giorno this is NOT it. The reader is a courtesan in this instance, and the Duwang gang (heh) are actually a branch of the Yakuza. (Just a darker, criminal Jojo AU)

This request took way too long, @rubyninja1 here you go love, I hope this is what you were envisioning.

All characters are aged up as this occurs many years after Giorno becomes Don.

TW: Very OOC, yandere behavior if you squint, yakuza x mafia au, suggestive content.

Word Count: 1.7k

Minors please DNI with this post and block the n/sfw tag

You stared at your reflection in the misty mirror, wiping off the steam in one swipe. You had a very important engagement to get ready for, and for the first time since you entered this business, you were nervous. Ever since Giorno became the Don of Passione, the drug trade came to a grinding halt. The rules were adapted to suit his ideals and keep Italy’s youth safe from drugs. But there remained one problem- the activities of the former execution squad… at the best of times, the income brought in was meagre, not really being enough to support all of the assassins, and with the new regime, even those jobs had all but dried up. You had to get creative to generate a livable income, and after many conversations and playing to the Don’s affections for you, you were able to persuade him to allow you and an elite group of escorts to run your business while still being under the protection of Passione.

Under normal circumstances, Giorno would not have allowed you to do something like this, but you had asked him to give you just one month to prove that you would be able to protect yourself while doing the line of work you had proposed, him hoping silently that you would grow tired of that life in favor of a more mundane activity, however, in that short amount of time, not only had you established your business, but you had become the most requested companion, which meant you could accept and deny requests at will- suddenly money was no longer your motivation. It was an intoxicating feeling… being that desired, it was altogether euphoric watching them crumble at your sweet rejections. It was fair game for any man, deciding your rules according to your latest whims, although, one man was above all of those games, being in a superior league all on his own. There was no waiting, or appraising when your presence was requested by Don Giovanna. Most times he would request for you to entertain his associates, close to him so he could keep an eye on you- one of many guardians that you had collected over the years.

Moving into your adjoining room you put on the beautiful silken embroidered outfit and hair ornaments sent to you by Giorno- tonight was a special night as the Don wasn’t just hosting any old Mafiosi, these guests were his esteemed associates from Japan. Over and above the usual treatment doled out to those who met with the don, this visit was more important than most. The head of the visiting group was a relative of Giorno’s, so there was no room for error. You wondered about his convoluted bloodline, hearing murmurs about his origins, but nothing was ever confirmed or denied other than the fact that his mother is Japanese, and nobody dared to push further for answers, not that it mattered in any case, by this time, Giorno had rearranged the entire structure of Passione, and for all intents and purposes it worked, sustainably generating copious amounts of money with minimal bloodshed.

Right, mascara and I’ll be done you mused as you applied the finishing touches to your makeup. No sooner had you finished primping your lashes did you hear a knock on your door.

“It’s open…” you called out from the seat in front of your mirror.

“(y/n), they’re ready with the car downstairs, whenever you’re ready to go…”

“Thank you Ris…” the words left your carefully painted lips, barely acknowledged by your capo when he turned to leave. Well, referring to him as Capo was now redundant seeing that you were an entity in your own right, but old habits die hard, and you still respected him in the same way. He always worried before you set out on these types of missions, remembering a time when you used to be sent out on missions by him. Nonetheless, those days were over now, and you had a new role to fulfil.

There was nobody downstairs when you left, so you exited quietly and steeled your mind on the drive to the private cigar lounge.

“Fugo, I’ll be in my study, please alert me when Higashikata and his associates are here. Also confirm with Risotto if (y/n) is on board for this evening,”

“Of course Giogio, excuse me, I’ll also follow up with Mista on the status of the Capos he’s in charge of- I’ll have feedback for you in an hour,” with a small nod of acknowledgement Fugo took his leave and Giorno went back to examining the documents sent to him beforehand about the strange occurrences in Morioh, Washington, and now Naples. This was the start of something ominous, having a nagging feeling that this wasn’t the last time he would have to meet Josuke. It’s highly unusual for organisations like Passione and the Gokudo to interact in this manner, but this situation was exceptional, and when Jotaro had made contact with Giorno explaining the situation, he couldn’t turn a blind eye, and as such, Josuke was sent in his stead to meet with the young Don.

“Giogio, we should leave now if we want to get there before Higashikata’s group, Mista will meet us there,” with that, the Don and his consigliere had left to receive their guests.

Scents of old leather, expensive tobacco, and even more expensive cologne filled the air when you sauntered in. A handsome man with a pompadour, donning a designer suit, shirt opened a few buttons too low displaying the elaborate patterns adorning his chest offered you a wicked grin from across the room. Just next to him, another ruggedly good looking man with scars across his face nursed a drink while emphatically making conversation with a white haired young man who had a beautiful raven-haired woman draped over him.

“Ah, (y/n), there you are, come on, take this to Don Giovanna and Mr Higashikata,” Maria the head hostess, pushed a bottle of cognac into your hands, the Mafiosi already having gone through a couple of rounds before your arrival.

You approached the rowdy table, offering apologies for the delay, nestling yourself between Giorno and Josuke with a flirtatious giggle.

“Well dollface, it seems good things come to those who wait, so I’ll overlook it… this time,” You were surprised with the fluency at which Josuke spoke Italian- perfect Neapolitan dialect.

“Your Italian is impeccable Higashikata-sama,” you commented, remembering the honorifics you read about. Josuke looked impressed, cocking an eyebrow, taking a sip of the expensive liquor that remained in his glass, readying himself for you to pour him another drink. Watching the exchange, Giorno downed the rest of his drink as well, and took care of the formal introductions, not that it mattered in any case. You were being pulled in all to quickly by the magnetism exuded by the young man, being lulled by the dulcet tones of his voice. I guess this runs in the family you thought to yourself, recalling your first encounter with the don. Giorno continued his conversations with the rest of Josuke’s associates, discussing the occurrences that had brought them all the way to Naples, but kept one eye on you at all times. He wasn’t sure if it was Josuke’s brazen attitude, or your fawning, but the entire situation had annoyed him, which didn’t make sense even to him seeing that you were acting on his instruction… although by this point, you weren’t really acting.

“So Higash…”

“Please, call me Josuke,”

“Okay, Josuke, those are some interesting tattoos you have…” you say, delicately tracing the patterns on his chest with a manicured finger.

“Wanna see the rest of it?” not really waiting for an answer, Josuke unbuttons the rest of his shirt to show you the elaborate design on his back, a large stunning dragon sprawled menacingly across the taut skin, stopping just shy of star-shaped marking on his shoulder.

“Hey, that looks like the same mark on the don’s shoulder…” the young man pulled his shirt and coat back on and eyed Giorno knowingly, to which the don wordlessly replied with a smirk as he raised his glass. Giorno wasn’t always that condescending, but he had the urge to make it known that hewas the one who had been acquainted with you first. Not that any of that had bothered Josuke, he wasn’t one to fall for minor acts of derision when he had set his sights on something he wanted, and right now, that was you. Missing that entire interaction as you refreshed everyone else’s drinks, you returned to the table, however Josuke wanted to take your conversation to another location, somewhere quieter.

You lead him to one of the private meeting rooms, slowly sliding the door shut. Turning around to face him, you noticed the look on Josuke’s face changed, eyes darker, expression demanding your attention, which you were unable to avert regardless of your efforts. This feeling was exhilarating to you, for so long you had mostly been in charge of your encounters, only ever yielding control to Giorno when you were with him.

“Y’know, your don was doing his best to make it known that he’d been here first… I don’t much care for the conquest or doing things first, all that matters is doing it right…” inching closer towards you, a pair of strong arms placed you on the table, hungry lips captured your own, your hands attempting to go into his hair when you were gently reprimanded. As much as this was a job for you, evidence of your excitement pooled in your lingerie and left your lips in muted moans as deft hands and lips skillfully worshipped your body, bringing you to the precipice of ecstasy so many times before allowing you to fall in.

“Good girl… look at you, barely able to think…” Josuke spoke into your shoulder, resting his head there while he waited for you ride out your climax.

Outside your little slice of heaven, your absence was obvious, Giorno having concluded his business, had started to take his leave, not before catching a glimpse of your slightly disheveled form exiting the room. You didn’t see him watching you with a scowl, already having set in motion a plan for your future in both his life and the organization… for now the moment though it seemed ignorance truly was bliss.

[costellos]

a/n: I’ve been reminiscing on a lot of cheesy romcoms and one of my favorite tropes are “dates that aren’t officially dates but basically are dates.” we love a good yearning. that said, here are some #unofficialofficialdates that the boys use to spend time with you!

tw: mentions of drugs

❥ ┋ ❝ bucci gang & what excuses they use to get closer to you!

bruno bucciarati.

Bucciarati gets closer to you by having you assist him at “fundraisers.” 

Passione holds a handful of events throughout the year. elaborate parties with expensive champagne, mindless chatter, and some very high-profile attendees. people will join to officialize deals, buy drugs, and of course, donate to keep Passione thriving.

Bucciarati usually goes alone, acting as a representative for his escort team. this isn’t the type of scene you’d see the others at. but up until your joining, you’ve found yourself as his sole companion.

it began as a way to familiarize yourself with mobster life. his idea, of course. although he didn’t push the idea, he’d be lying if he said he hoped you would accept. ↳ “it’s not required, but the company would be nice.”

it’s an odd affair. celebrities and politicians join and no one blinks an eye. it’s not where you’d usually find yourself on a Saturday night, with you and your partner dressed to the nines (okay, maybe not a usual scene for you; Bucciarati always had something beautiful draped onto his figure).

the hors d'oeuvres and cocktails are nice, at least. but you find yourself drawn to your conversations with Bucciarati the most.

he makes you feel welcome at every event, that you deserve to be here as much as the starlet making her grand appearance. you’re unsure that you can handle business with new clients, but the way he talks to you is so reassuring and supportive that you quickly help the gang obtain new patrons.

you can’t help but notice that his speech became more casual after the first outing. he’s a fan of crude jokes and local gossip, you find. but you also notice the hand at your hip as he guides you to every following fundraiser. if you look at him while he he does so, he’d send a the kindest grin. ↳ “see? you’re a natural. we need to work on your eye contact, though. clients respond better when they see those pretty eyes look back at them.”

that shameless flirtation came out after your fifth fundraiser. by that point, Bucciarati made less of an effort to hide his attraction toward you. all the other patrons thought you to be a couple. why not play the part? besides, he finds your embarrassment endearing. cute, even. he’s already planning ways to make this night last longer.

leone abbacchio.

Abbacchio gets closer to you by helping you get ready for your missions.

you’re typically the first choice for espionage missions. the way you slip into parties, meetings, anything without anyone noticing is impressive, to say the least. but only part of that is thanks to your own abilities. Abbacchio does a lot of the heavy lifting behind the scenes.

it started when he noticed your god awful attempt at masquerade makeup. your contouring left much to be desired. ↳ “...please don’t tell me you’re actually going out like that.”

and so began a tradition of sorts. you usually meet him at his apartment, considering that’s where all his tools are. it was awkward at first; Abbacchio isn’t the best conversationalist, but he did try to seem somewhat engaged in whatever you had to say.

with time, however, it became easier. less awkward. Abbacchio shares whatever wine (and gossip) he has at his disposal that week. you find that his humor can be quite dry once you melt through that icy exterior. and with more time, you start to notice the tiniest smiles when you pop by.

he’s also less fussy when you ask him to do your makeup. before he would roll his eyes and ask when you were next available, but now... he just says to come by that Friday night. not without some minor teasing, though you found that to be a part of his charm. (plus, the fact you were breaking through to him was exciting in itself.)

he’s incredibly gentle when he does your makeup. he always holds your chin as he dabs liquid foundation onto your face, his hand moving your head for those hard-to-reach areas. when he does your eyeshadow, you can feel that same hand cup your cheek to keep you steady. though intimate, it’s not uncomfortable.

whenever he caught you staring at him, Abbacchio would ask what you were looking at. recently, however, you’ve noticed he merely purses his lips, swallows, and looks away. ↳ “huh. would’ve never known you could look so stunning. you’re welcome.”

his rude teasing made its appearance after eight visits. it’s an awful attempt to deny his feelings. maybe you’ll back off if he’s mean enough. but the way you smile at him after every session, how you shamelessly compliment him... he can’t help himself. he has to get closer to you in any way that he can.

giorno giovanna.

Giorno gets closer to you by asking you to help him with his hair.

you’d often watch girls fawn over Giorno whenever you went on patrols with him. and it’s warranted: his chiseled cheekbones, long lashes, and defined physique had him rival the Roman statues that lined Naples. everything about him is a piece of art. including his hair. 

you caught him struggling to braid his hair shortly before your next patrol. strands would be thicker than others, and in one case, you watched as his hair tie snapped between his fingers. he obviously needed help. ↳ “well, if you’re offering. be my guest.”

so you got to work. it wasn’t a big deal; part of the issue was that Giorno couldn’t see the back of his head. you separated his hair into three strands, weaved them between each other, and tied the ends of his hair into a loop. just as you’d always seen him do it.

but once you finished, Giorno was hooked. the way your fingernails dragged along his scalp, how you were so careful to not pull his hair... it was wonderful. such a small action that felt so personal to him.

he asks you to help him with his hair whenever he can. not too frequently that you’d catch on, though. and he knows you well enough to know you wouldn’t deny his request. you’re far too kind. it’s a little manipulative on his end, but he’s also aware that you wouldn’t mind.

it never feels awkward. he asks you about your day while you work. sometimes he gives you a briefing about what’s on the agenda. though it seems casual on your end, as mentioned, Giorno finds the experience quite intimate. ↳ “I don’t know what it is, but something about your touch is enough to make me feel so relaxed. ...ah, excuse me. was that too forward?”

that statement comes out after you’ve braided Giorno’s hair ten times. by that point, you’ve started to think that he doesn’t really need help with his hair. the fact that he’s started producing flowers to put in your own hair was a dead giveaway. but can you blame him? he loves seeing you blush as he tucks daisies behind your ear.

guido mista.

Mista gets closer to you by showing you his favorite quick eats.

as a long-standing resident of Naples, the gunslinger is aware of all the best restaurants in the city. from hole-in-the walls to elegant restaurants, he knows ‘em all. he has a particular soft spot for the former.

you’re the opposite of him: new to Naples and unaware of what foods await you. Mista takes it upon himself to change that. ↳ “you’ve never heard of Sorbillo and you’ve been living here for how long? ...alright, well. we’re gonna change that. you and me, Sorbillo, this Saturday.”

and thus a new tradition began. whenever you and Mista had a free Saturday night, you’d meet at whatever restaurant he recommended that week. sometimes it was seafood, other nights it was pizza, but it was always something extremely delicious (and extremely unforgettable).

he caters his choices to what you’re in the mood for. Mista’s not a picky eater by any means (so long as it’s not in fours), so he’s down for whatever you want. plus, it lets him get to know your tastes a little better.

he’s a great conversationalist. he can keep you distracted from long lines and longer food prep times. you never get the impression that he’s just making small talk, because honestly, he’s not. he genuinely wants to get to know you better. he usually asks about your life before Passione. 

your weekly outings originally started as a fun hangout between two friends. but during one chilly night, Mista was quick to notice your shivering. he wasted no time in giving you his coat and hat. ↳ “hey, you don’t ever get... I dunno... bored of this, do you? I know we’ve been doing this for a while and... if you ever wanna stop, you can let me know.”

that question came up after your seventh outing. you’d never seen the gunslinger get embarrassed like this. it only comes up because Mista’s realizing how much he loves being around you. he loves when your eyes widen as you take that first bite, he loves when muse how good the food is. he needs to know where you stand before he gets too invested because honestly, he’s starting to love you as well.

narancia ghirga.

Narancia gets closer to you by asking you to help him read. 

Fugo’s not the best tutor. bless him, he tries, but Narancia isn’t the best student either. the latter often spaces out while working. and when he doesn’t, he tries to distract Fugo with some meaningless chatter to end the session sooner. Fugo was quick to catch onto this.

as a result, he turned to you to tutor Narancia. it started as a joke. “if [Name] can’t do it, no one can,” he laughed. the pupil, however, was more than happy to switch tutors. ↳ “fine! [Name]’ll be a better teacher than you ever were!!”

and like that, you were Narancia’s new tutor. not that you minded. it would benefit the whole team if he could read above a primary school level. every Tuesday and Thursday, an hour before the gang’s meetings at Libeccio, you and Narancia would grab a table and go over his reading material. sometimes Fugo joins to watch Narancia’s progress, sometimes Mista to hang out and enjoy a slice of cake, but it’s normally a one-on-one lesson.

Narancia quickly realizes that he likes those lessons best. it’s much easier when the others aren’t teasing him for his inability to read words like “signorile.” plus, he likes his time alone with you. you don’t laugh. you never judge him. if he has a question, he doesn’t feel stupid to come to you about it, even outside of tutoring sessions.

he’s still distracted when he’s with you, but half the time it’s intentional, half the time it’s not. he just wants to learn more about you. he’ll take breaks between questions to ask you about yourself. Narancia usually sticks to questions regarding your hobbies and interests. lord help you if you share the same music taste because he’ll want to share all his favorite tunes with you.

lately he’s been quite diligent with his work. he’ll go a chapter ahead of what you’ve scheduled and... oh my, are those annotations? you’d never seen him smile brighter than when you praised him for his hard work. ↳ “what are we gonna do once my reading is like... really good? we’re not just gonna stop, are we?”

he asks you this after your fourth session. the question came up rather early, honestly. but Narancia was already having a lot of fun after working with you. he knew that this was going to be something worth his time. and when he saw your own smile, he knew that you were worth everything, too. 

pannacotta fugo.

Fugo gets closer to you by requesting your help planning missions.

most of the gang’s missions are planned by Fugo himself. while he is a college dropout, he still spent hundreds of hours studying Italian history and law. he can be trusted to help the escort team avoid law enforcement.

but there was one job he couldn’t wrap his head around. it was a breaking-and-entering mission meant for Bucciarati and Narancia. they were supposed to cross through an Armani outlet, yet... the security was fool proof. there was no way to cleanly get through it, even with Bucciarati’s Sticky Fingers. that was when you came in and proved him wrong. ↳ “[Name], would you mind helping me with this next mission? it’s a reconnaissance job for Abbacchio.”

he started coming to you whenever he felt stuck. you’re one of the few people he trusts with a task as important as this one. besides, you’d already proved that you were more than capable to untangle tough situations.

working with you is a mixed bag, though. sure, you help Fugo resolve his questions, but you make him feel so... small. it’s not that you do it on purpose. it’s just that being smart is all that he has. it’s all he’s ever known. and here you come, making these problems seem like they were nothing.

yet he can’t get enough of you. you don’t make it seem like these things are a big deal. he loves when you place your hand on his arm and praise him when he figures it out himself. god, he hates that he can’t look you in the eye; he can only imagine how lovely you look when you’re glowing.

there’s one moment that will stick with you forever. it was an infiltration mission meant for the whole team, the eleventh job you’d worked on with him. it took hours of back-and-forth bantering, Fugo having to leave the room to go scream outside, and one of Narancia’s awful energy drinks until Fugo figured it out. and when he did, you’ll never forget how he was beaming, his fingers laced with yours as he thanked you for your help. it’s too bad it didn’t last that long, for he quickly became embarrassed and turned away. ↳ “[Name]! I have another mission to work on with you! when are you free?”

Fugo saw you as his planning partner after that occurrence. he came to you with every mission he received; after all, he needs you to make sure that there aren’t any holes. he wants to chase every high he can with you. hell, every low if you’ll let him. he wants to do everything and more with you.

[dear-yandere]

terms of endearment (ii).

yandere! jojos (parts 5-8). headcanons, what they call their darling. tw: implied not sfw. big thanks to: my other brain cell @yoursanctuaire​​ for helping with gappy hehe...

Giorno Giovanna

♡ (little) coccinella

Meaning ‘ladybird’ (ladybug). He’ll use this most often, especially when teasing you. It’s only natural to name you after his favorite animal; you’re his good luck charm, after all. He likes to keep you close, somewhere safe, because ladybugs are so fragile and small. His arms will embrace you from behind, and his voice will sweetly muse into your ear:

“And how is my little coccinella today? Doing well, I hope?”

♡ amore mio or cara mia

For tender or comforting moments, even though he can’t help but slip it into normal conversation at times. Still, there’s an emotional weight when he says it to comfort or praise you... especially when he says it so often during sex, with his eyes clouded by lust and his gaze focused on no one but you.

“You’re safe now, mi amore.”

“You’re look so beautiful beneath me, cara... I don’t think I can control myself any longer...”

Jolyne Kujo

♡ cupcake

Prefers sweet nicknames for her darling, so this is naturally her go-to pet name. She unashamedly uses it around friends or in public, coupled with chaste kisses on your cheek or an arm around your waist, to show you just how proud she is to call you ‘hers’.

“You fit right into my arms, cupcake!”

♡ bunny

The cutest name she can think of to match her cute darling, but the name truly pales in comparison to how cute she finds you. She tends to use it more in private since it’s embarrassing, but when she’s excited, she’ll grab you by the waist and twirl, not caring who sees or teases her!

“I’m so proud of you, bunny!”

♡ [name]

There’s no need for pet names during intimacy. Her darling’s name is more than enough to make her blush or stutter, her hand desperately trying to hide her embarrassing expression and stifle her constant moans. 

“A-ahn, j-just like that, [Name]... please don’t stop—”

Johnny Joestar

♡  doll face / doll or lil’ lady

The way he speaks tends to be a bit... patronizing, and these names surely don’t help when coupled with his accent and slow drawl. Not that he particularly cares what his darlin’ thinks, they exist solely for him and his amusement after all.

“C’mere, doll face. Ya always did look best in my arms.”

“What’s wrong, lil’ lady? Missin’ me already?”

♡ sugar or sweetheart

He tends to sound ‘sweet’ when using these, but it’s really a subtle way of manipulating his darling. Sweet talking is his specialty, after all, and he’s used to twirling people’s emotions around his fingers. He doesn’t need legs to make his darling fear.

“Aw, don’t look so down, sugar. I was only jokin’.”

♡ darlin’

Darling hears this one frequently, considering Johnny’s high sex drive. It’s a welcome change from the condescending way he usually speaks, even if it’s only slightly less patronizing. It’s his way of... rewarding you, so to speak. Savor it well.

“Don’t think I’m done with ‘ya yet, darlin’. I can go all night.”

Gappy Higashikata

♡ bubbles (shortened to bubs)

A spur-of-the-moment nickname that just happened to stick since he liked the way darling reacted. He thinks it’s suiting, considering they’re just as cute and pretty as bubbles, but shortening it to ‘bubs’ seems to fluster them even more. So of course he keeps using it.

“Ah, you’re suprisingly cute when you wanna be, bubs...”

♡ literally any other cringey (but cutesy and well-meaning) name you can think of

He heard other couples use them and he wanted to try it too... usually sticks with the ones that make darling most embarrassed. Their expression makes him so pleased, so curious to how far you’ll let him tease you.

♡ stardrop or dewdrop

The most romantic name he can think of. It sounds cute, coupled with his nasally voice and odd mannerisms, but he likes to use it during soft or intimate moments. He’s fond of the way his darling’s face brightens with a blush, claiming the nickname doesn’t suit the situation.

“What? Did you want another kiss, dewdrop? You’re pretty needy...”

part i — part iii — part iv — part v.

[danddymaro]

Abbacchio’s Daughter meeting Giorno

Reader insert // Your name // (Y/n)

Daughter’s name // (D/n)

Thoughts are italics in quotations = ‘Example’

Flashbacks are in italics = Example

Word count: 1422

FYI this is related to the first one : Here

   Abbacchio’s Daughter meeting Giorno because why not?

"Why hello there," Giorno said with a soft smile, kneeling before the little girl with welcoming kindness, offering her the gentle, genuine upturn, "And who might you be?" He asked her with the same tenderness, already knowing who she was, as well as what she was doing there.

Instantly, (d/n)'s face blossomed with a new color, staring at the man with eyes that refused to blink, the golden orbs wide as she stared at the man in awe.

The little hand that was wrapped around (f/n)'s fingers suddenly squeezed tighter and with worry, (f/n) came down too, getting only a small glimpse of her daughter's face before she began to giggle, quickly understanding,

'I've never seen her act this way,' She mused, finding the rather bubbly girl to be bashfully stricken down. 'My sweet little girl,' She mused, finding it sweet, subduing her little chuckles to properly introduce the two,

"(D/n), this is a good friend of mamma and papa's," (f/n) told her child, her hand gestured towards the man before them.

"Giorno Giovanna," Giorno introduced himself, being patient with (d/n), taking her shyness to be natural, thus remaining unbothered by it in the least, because by the same age, he'd been much more withdrawn.

"Giorno… " (d/n) said back, her eyes glittering as she gazed up at him, entranced by the long golden strands that fell past his shoulders, and much more, fixed upon his green eyes, the color being so beautiful to her she couldn't stop staring.

Her little heart raced, a rather strange feeling coursing through her, making her not want to look away from the lovely person, because he seemed just so ethereal and perfect.

Shaking her head with a disbelieving amusement, (f/n) smiled, " She's a bit shy right now." She said with a little chuckle, " There are so many new people around...It’s a lot to take in..." She trailed off, earning an understanding nod.

"It's understandable," Giorno told her, needing no more say, "I'm just glad I was able to find you," He said to her, once again up to his full height, the woman mimicking his actions and following in suit to properly speak to him,

"I wanted to see you in person, just in case you decided to leave after all," He added, causing (f/n) to chuckle,

"Really? Don't tell me you missed me that much?" (f/n) asked teasingly, causing him to release a small sound of amusement as well,

"Very," he answered back,"...But not nearly as much as he has," He said while not naming the certain someone,

" I don't think I've ever seen him so...well..." Giorno said with a little hum of contemplation trying to find the right words,

“-Complete.” He finally decided.

" Not to mention; it's been so long since I've seen any type of enthusiasm in him, not even a tease of it. And then about a month or two ago it's like he found a reason to smile." he further explained, " It's no doubt because of you. And of course this lovely little lady too," He said while briefly looking at (d/n) again, his vibrant eyes flashing down to her for just a second, causing the girl to suddenly fidget.

"All in all, I'm glad you're back, " He admitted. " And It's good to know you're alright," He said to her,

"When you have time, I'd love to have a moment with you to catch up," he said with certainty, causing her to nod in agreement,

" Of course!" she said excitedly, smiling with happiness bursting through her chest, "I can't wait to catch up GioGio," She said while he grew embarrassed, a soft, little color rising to his cheeks as she used the pet name.

'I see he hasn't grown out of it,' She mused, remembering that any time he was referred to by the nickname, no matter who it came from, he sported the soft color.

Somehow, though strange as it may be, it felt that despite all the time had gone by, she fell right back into place, going back into the same groove of before with ease, and it brought her so much comfort,

‘I’m home,’ She thought to herself, truly believing it.

After saying their goodbye's, Giorno then began to walk away, intent on leaving their stories for another day, all while (d/n) watched with trailing, enthusiastic eyes.

He was soon out of earshot, and only during then did (d/n) speak, "Mama..." She piped up, tugging at her mother’s sleeve, " he looks just like a prince," She mused while being awestruck, having thought so all the while.

" He's so pretty!" She gushed, and at that very moment, from where Leone stood, his chest ached.

From where he'd stood and waited, he could see the glowing eyes of his child, as well as (f/n)'s nod in agreeance,

" Yeah....He sure does, doesn’t he?" (f/n) mused, actually agreeing.

She couldn't deny it because in the time she'd been away it'd seemed he matured more.

His face shaped out more, losing most of its sweet innocence, it being replaced by a charming handsomeness that one could only place in a fairy tale world of perfection.

‘And then of course there is all that new muscle,’ She added, having noticed he’d also thickened with just the slightest bit of beefiness.

- All the while Leone's shoulders sank,

' My two girls, ' Abbacchio thought seldomly, blowing out a soft blue puff of air.

In all of (f/n)'s amusement, she'd been ignorant to his presence, only noticing him last minute out of the corner of her eye, catching sight of his disheartened expression in that instance,

‘ Oh Leone...’ she thought to herself, rolling her eyes, ‘Are you that afraid to lose us?’ she thought with light amusement,  knowing just what thoughts rolled around in his head.

‘You’re such a silly man,’ She thought to herself. 

Granted, she found it sweet, but by then he should be aware that there was nothing that could come between them.

" Well..." (f/n) then sang, stretching out the word as she spoke with just a bit more volume, " I think Giorno is really cute," She started, " but..." she said while tapping a finger to her chin, " I don't know, I think your papa's much more handsome," she said with a little shrug,

"But that's just my opinion," She said while strutting towards the man, reaching out to him, her fingers running down the side of his face as she came close.

"MI Amore," She breathed, utterly entranced by him. " There's no one that really compares to him," She said while gazing into his eyes, speaking more to him, reminding him that there wasn’t anything that could overrun the beautiful warmth that resided in her for him.

If both the combined forces of the years and long-distance hadn't worn down the sentiment, then she was sure that nothing could.

'If I loved you then...

If I loved you during all that time...

If I still love you now....

Nothing will ever wash those feelings away,' She thought to herself.

It'd also taken her moment, but as (d/n) realized her father was there, her eyes lit up even more, a large smile erupted over the face that showed all of her imperfect, tiny teeth.

She dashed to him, her arms straining to reach up the entire time, wanting to be scooped up, held, and cuddled.

"papa! Papa!" She cheered overjoyed to see him, completely forgetting about the golden-haired man as she was in her father's arms. " Your back!" She cheered while she was picked up, her nose happily burrowed through the sweet smell of his white locks.

"I missed you... so much," she breathed, holding onto him tightly, not wanting to even give him the chance of putting her down.

He was left stunned as both females ambushed him, happy kisses and squishes smothering him before he began to chuckle, the sound causing (f/n) to release a sound of equal amusement, their child following in suit as she was happy to be held in between them both, even if she was wedged and almost unable to move.

'It's perfect this way, right Leone?' (f/n) silently spoke, finding his sweet expression to be too pure and lovely, filled with so much happiness it could be placed in a dictionary for all to see a visual depiction of the word fulfillment.

'I really am home,' she mused, happy.

[lovely-yandere-imagines]

Flowers of My Affection

Hey Lovelies, so I recently opened up my commission and this fanfic is the first one i got! It’s a lovely Yandere!Giorno x reader fic yay! If you’d like to commission me you can find the link right here or in my bio!

Notes: 18+ ONLY! This character has been aged up as are all the characters I write for, I set this a few years after the events of part 5 where Giorno is now the new Don of Passione and a few of our other boys make small appearances.

Pairing: Yandere!Giorno Giovanna x Reader

Warnings: slight violence, slight public embarrassment, unhealthy relationships, implied dub-con, nsfw, objectification, Giorno is delusional and wraps reader in vines.

Word count: 1,400

Description: Giorno’s darling runs away early in the morning and the golden boy has to chase them down, when he catches them he punishes them by turning his object of affection into a living vase!

You had to get away from him, his overbearingness, his “affection”, his obsession with you, his possessiveness. You had to get away from your captor, Don Giorno Giovanna. You had to run, as quick as you could, he had finally made a mistake and there was no looking back now. Everything happened so fast, you remember him unlocking the door that morning to bring you breakfast and as hard as you could you socked him in the face and quickly slipped by him, no hesitation needed but you had to be quick cause he was gaining on you and quick. You could hear him calmly calling after you as he ran after you. 

If someone didn't know you had been kidnapped they would have thought you two to be a couple in the middle of a breakup. You ran right then left, you didn’t know where you were but you tried your best to read the street signs as Italian didn’t come to you as easily as English but you could make up some words. ‘I need to find a telephone or a police officer’ when suddenly you hear him rounding a corner and calling after you this time sounding more frantic than before, “Darling! Please, don’t run from me, it won't end well.” No time to look for a phone and then you saw him, oh thank god, a cop, you ran to him screaming for help and practically flinging yourself into his arms.

As the unknown policeman catches you you’re met with cold golden eyes and purple lipstick, he seems familiar to you, like you've seen his face before “What's the meaning of this!” he interrogates you angrily, and before you can say anything you hear the cooled voice of Giorno behind you that makes a shiver run up your spine.

“Sorry officer, me and my Tesoro had a bit of an argument and she ran away from me.” The two continue to speak in Italian and you’re only able to catch bits and phrases from the conversation and then you finally hear the officer address you. “Well, Y/N, it looks like I caught you just at the right time, you shouldn’t run off on this side of town late at night, you never know who you’ll run into.” wait, how did he know your name you think to yourself but before you can question him you feel Giorno firmly grab onto your arm.

“Thank you, Officer, I’ll make sure my flower doesn’t run off again.” he shoots you a look and you swallow the lump that's formed in your throat, just before he dragged you back to your cage you see Giorno slip the office some cash and he smiles back at him. Neither you nor Giorno spoke a word as you walked back to the mansion, all the while he still had his vice of a grip on your arm. Once you both get back to your shared room Giorno angrily shoves you into the room, his usually calm demeanor is now gone and you can see that he’s visibly shaking.

“You know you could have told me if you were lonely, Fiore. I could have kept you company, I know I'm a busy man but I would have shown you all of my love.” you try to speak but he cuts you off “But now you’ve lashed out and ran away like a child and made me the bad guy for what I'm about to do to you, you need to be punished...” Suddenly you feel a vine quickly bind your arms behind you back and cover your mouth when you begin to beg for forgiveness. 

“No..no more talking, I’ve heard enough of your excuses.” He grabs you tenderly but the chin and kisses your forehead, he lowers himself till your eye level and gives you a delirious grin, you can help but feel your stomach churn at the way he stares at the nightgown he pick out for you earlier that night, a silky pink vintage dress with a rose in the middle where you neckline was. His eyes linger there for a moment and suddenly he rips it off of you with ease. 

“It’s a shame I had to ruin this but if you're a good pet I might replace it for you..” He rubs the delicate fabric between his fingers before tossing it to the ground then looking back up at you with love in his eyes he likes what he sees before him. His beautiful flower a naked as the day they were born and his eyes light up suddenly like he just got a great idea. 

“You know, flower, you have a beautiful figure, it's almost like I'm staring at Aphrodite in the flesh, so beautiful…” he trails off lost in thought and then looks you right in the eyes, “You’d make a very beautiful vase for my office…” Your stomach sinks but then you feel vines covering your body, soft tendrils cover your most delicate areas and you can see various flowers blooming off them. Giorno then begins to rearrange them to his liking till you're covered and can barely move, feet and hand still bend and your mouth still covers with small cherry blossoms tickling your nose.

Giorno gently picks you up and carries you to his office, careful to not damage any of the flowers or vines. He passes by a few of his underlings and you try to hide your face unsuccessfully, you can hear them gossiping about and you one laugh and is brave enough to address Giorno, “Hey boss, I like your new flower pot, know anywhere where I can get one?” another one replies “Mista leave him alone, can’t you see he's pissed right now!” 

Giorno says nothing and just keeps waking, you wish he’d say something soon, he’s starting to scare you more than usual. Finally, he makes it to his office and places you behind his desk. “There, now you won't be lonely while I'm at work and everyone will be able to see my beautiful muse” He strokes your face no longer looking at you as a person but as his possession. He hears your stomach growl and remembers that you hadn’t eaten that morning. “Oh dear, it seems I’ve forgotten to feed you. I’ll be right back, flower.”

Several moments pass and then Giorno comes back with a plate and a glass of water and gently moves the vines from your lips, “I hope you’re still hungry, here open up.” He then stares to spoon feed you and give you little sips of water in between. It’s moments like this that you’re thankful for when he's not threatening to kill your whole family or the random stranger that looked at you too long and he’s hand isn't lingering on your thigh longingly, the moments when he’s gentle and caring. Then you get an idea, you two have never made love before but maybe if you gave yourself to him he’d unbind you..it was worth a shot, wasn’t it?

When you’ve finished all your food Giorno goes to put the vines back when you finally decide to speak up, “Giorno! Darling... I’ve been thinking…” He stops and stares at you waiting for you to continue, “I-i was thinking...that maybe..we could be us..intimate.” He blushes slightly at the idea and brushes your hair behind your ear, you can tell he’s lost in thought so you interrupt “I mean..w-we could make love, right here, right now if you unbind me.” you can see him hesitate and then he starts to put the vines back over your mouth, and not even thinking you quickly spit out “I’ll be yours! And only yours! I won't let anyone else have me, you’re my everything Giorno, please!”

He stops and you don’t know what you’re expecting to be honest but when he smiles you can tell it's genuine, “Oh, il Mio Amore, that’s all I’ve ever wanted was for you to love me back, I'm so happy.” He removes all of the vines from you and quickly picks you up bridal style and begins to carry you back to your shared room stopping for a moment and calling out to someone “Fugo, cancel all my appointments for the day, Amore and I are going to have some alone time.” and with that, you’ve sealed your fate, he’s never going to let you go now.

[hazymultiverse]

Since I loved your first set of stand musings toward s/o is it possible to get some of bucci gang reacting to their s/o's stand and whatever shennagins insue when the couple's stands are together 💅 owo love you

You absolutely can. Stand interactions soothe my soul tbh.

This was a bit tricky at first, mostly bc stands can be so versatile, so these kinda center around the s/o having a fairly humanoid stand.

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Bruno Bucciarati: upon seeing your stand, is probably going to compliment it, saying it reflects it’s user perfectly.

If your stand is affectionate, he’ll always oblige, letting it hang all over him, and pressing gentle kisses to the back of its hand.

You laugh sometimes about how it seems stuck on him, teasing that it may have plans to steal him from you, but Bruno is quick to assure you there’s enough of him for both of you.

Sticky Fingers is the perfect gentleman to your stand, offering his arm whenever the two of them are out, and seeming to protect your stand from any danger, or whatever mild inconvenience it can pretend is a danger long enough to sweep your stand off it’s feet. Your stand eats it up, and swoons into his arms, you and Bruno often watch the two rather amusedly, if not a little embarrassed that it’s coming from your own souls.

Leone Abbacchio: You really aren’t sure what he thinks of your stand at first, Leone isn’t known to be the greatest communicator, and you aren’t sure how to breach the conversation. Upon first getting his stand, he saw Moody Blues as a sick joke, mocking his hang ups on the past, and really isn’t sure whether that was a universal experience for all stand users, so he’s not about to compliment what might be a sore spot for you.

The first step for him came after a mission, where he made a comment complimenting the strength of your stand, and in thanks, it immediately floated over, kissed his cheek, and straightened up his hair a little. He really didn’t know how to react to that, but he wasn’t completely against it.

Moody Blues is ecstatic, Leone may be able to pry him off your lap, but your stand?? Free real estate.

You better hope your stand is okay with physical affection, because Moody will be all over it, sitting on your stands lap, letting your stand sit in his lap, floating next to each other, as long as they’re at least holding hands, it’s fair game.

Pannacotta Fugo: Fugo really won’t be too touchy with your stand, he isn’t even comfortable with his own, so he tends to keep his distance in general. You’re gonna have to make the first move. Eventually he’ll warm up to it a bit, talking to it like he would you, telling them about whatever books he’s reading, and reading aloud if they seem interested.

Purple Haze is the happiest you’ve ever seen him, as long as your stand is soft and gentle with him, maybe helping clean him up when he can’t manage, he’ll be a guard dog not to be reckoned with. Haze nuzzles into your stand, holding them as much as he can. There’s definitely been a few occasions that you’ve felt a phantom warmth, only to find Haze draping his cape on your stands shoulders.

Guido Mista: He’s gonna offer your stand some salami.

I mean hey, if it works for the pistols, he doesn’t want to make your stand feel left out! He’s probably one of the most comfortable with your stand, no matter how intimidating they may be, cracking jokes with it, and never acting any different when its out. It’s you, isn’t it? Here’s his babe, there’s his babes stand, life’s good.

Sex Pistols are gonna have a great time, but here’s hoping your stand is patient. They’re gonna ask them to help steal snacks for them, generally hover around them, and occasionally try to sneak little cheek kisses.

Mista will occasionally comment on how obedient your stand is, and how *some stands* would do well to learn something from them, usually sparking a chorus of complaints. Mista usually gets kicked by six shockingly strong little legs.

Narancia Ghirga: This boy is gonna brag so much about your stand.

“Their stand is the coolest! Did you see it in the last battle when they-“

“Everyone saw it Narancia, would you shut up for five seconds”

All it took was one battle, and Nara has dubbed your stand ‘totally kick-ass’ and makes sure it knows what he thinks. Here’s hoping your stand isn’t bashful, because they’re gonna have the biggest cheerleader behind them for every fight.

Aerosmith seems pulled towards your stand, flying loop de loops around it, and landing on its arms and shoulders on occasion. You sometimes wonder if stands can communicate independently from their users, because looking at the two of them sit together, you can tell there’s something a bit deeper going on.

Giorno Giovanna: No matter how odd your stand is, this boy is going to remain unfazed. He’ll address your stand the same as you, both in speech and in actions, almost as if the two of you are interchangeable.

Not to say he brushes you aside, but he knows how big a part Gold Experience was in his life, and intends to show your stand the same respect and gratitude for protecting you this long.

Golden Experience acts the same as his user, with the main difference being you can tell when he’s lonely.

If you aren’t the type to have your stand out much outside of battle, you’ll quickly be able to tell that GE misses them by the flowers he grows, colors reminiscent of your stand. He loves you, but has a special bond with your stand that goes a bit beyond what you and Giorno can truly understand.

[shineonyoucrazyyandere]

Ok, this maybe is against the rules, but I want to see a subversion of this trope. What if yandere!reader falls in love with Giorno? And the best part, no matter what Giorno does, he can't escape them ;)

Yandere! Reader with Giorno

This fic is more all over the place, I tried my best with the Yan reader thing. May not have been what had been completely been asked of me, but it’s something. 

  You always admired the blond’s resolve in any situation, whether it be life threatening or not. Honestly you admired just about everything about him to an unhealthy level if you were being honest. Whatever he spouted from his lips was like gospel to your ears. You a mere follower to his whims and own devices, couldn’t help but wonder if something deeper could form between the two of you.

   However, it didn’t seem the blond had similar interests in pursuing you on an intimate level. A close friendship sure, but romantic surely didn’t seem feasible. You ignored this, thinking to yourself you could change that line of thought with some convincing. However you had to be extremely cautious of your own obsessive tendencies. Giorno was cunning and quick to catch on to certain details to people’s actions.

 So, you acted like any other loyal lapdog would and assisted Giorno on his journey to take the reins of Passione as Don of Passione. Chatting with the members of Buccellati’s team like a good friend would. Listening to their woes and whatever silly little incidents would make them laugh or sneer in anger. Though what made you the happiest was any semblance of approval and trust that Giorno gave you. Asking you to help him in certain endeavors...

 Deep in your heart you knew he was the one, with the way he drew people in. You were no exception to being attracted to the light that Giorno seemed to exude. Though unlike your supposed comrades, you greedily sought to keep the light all to yourself. 

   You took a deep breath in your current situation, gripping the doorknob of the room your dear lover was kept in. Adoring the fact you had smothered him in your stand, effectively suppressing Gold Experience to your heart’s content. Remembering how you had gotten the blond by his lonesome and shortly after dealing with everyone else in your way. Just a bit of haziness caused by the effects of your stand “Sweet Dreams are made of this” does oh so wonders to disorient a sharp witted mind. A sweet smile purses on your lips as you gently greet the man tied to the bedpost. His turquoise eyes looking at you, maybe even through you for a way out. But that didn’t matter, you had him in the palm of your hand for the foreseeable future. 

““I love that fierce look in your eyes you know? The way you deduce and come up a solution for just about everything” You muse to Giorno kindly

 He doesn’t bother to respond to your casual remark.

“Mmm....you don’t seem very impressed by my words do you?”   “I never exactly approved of your methods of “assisting” me”  He finally piped up.

““Up to this point?” You asked “Dearest, Giorno Giovanna you have everything you need with me around...no one else could’ve possibly come close to what I’ve done for you”

   Looking back to his turquoise eyes you could see immediate dissatisfaction. Of course you did end up sacrificing Guido Mista for your own gains to “protect” Giorno. But you couldn’t have a team member collaborate to help your wonderful partner escape. No you couldn’t have anyone that close to him except for you.        Your finger proceeded to swipe up and across his toned chest, his cologne was absolute bliss to smell as you take in his lovely appearance. Even with the blond’s apprehension towards you, it was nothing more than a small inconvenience at best.     “I feel the intense emotion racing...through you” You pursed your lips 

“I know it’s not positive towards me, but I love you anyway...” You hummed nonchalantly as you continued to draw circles upon the male’s chest. A sharp inhale came from the blond quickly, drawing an amused smirk on your face.

“I can make you feel like your in heaven at a whim, so just relax hmm?”

Rest assured this action was against his will, But his body seemed to willfully go limp upon your touch. An action you were satisfied with. A pretty face to keep to yourself, a treasure forever yours.  

[heroic-endeavors]

Since I didn’t get any of these in my inbox for Munday I decided I would answer all to the best of my ability.

♦: Relationship with your Muse.

I’d like to think my relationship with my muses are pretty good at the moment. Though before the big hiatus Xemnas had been a bit finicky and not wanting to interact with other characters at all. But after the break he seems less to.

With Master Xehanort sometimes he’d make suggestions for the sake for my health.

Saix used to scold me when he feels I’d overspend my money. He comes and goes.

♠: What’s one thing you dislike about your Muse?

Xemnas used to hate interacting with most people it seems.

♣: Any headcanons about your muse?

Though Xemnas isn’t as much of an idiot as Terra is he does have his stupid moments.

♥: One thing you love about your Muse.

His sexy voice

☾: Favorite moment from your Muse’s canon, and why. (If your Muse is an OC, then favorite aspect of their story.)

It’s hard to say. Probably when he and Ansem encounter Sora at Radiant Garden? That was the first to come to mind. Also that time Xemnas is standing on a cliff during a major battle in Hollow Bastion

☄: What you think of your Muse.

I think he does have potential to be a good person.

♪: Favorite song.

Currently it would be Addict.

✫: Why you began RPing.

Because it seemed like fun. I started pretty young and it was nice to develop my writing though rp. Though my grammar and typing skills seemed to have gone down quite a bit.

✽: Favorite season?

Either Spring or Fall. Seasons that are not too cold but aren’t too hot. But probably more so with Fall since there is Halloween.

❂: The Mun’s birthday. (Month and date–no year!)

April 16th. The same date of Giorno Giovanna.

☂: Favorite kind of weather.

Rain. But only if I don’t have to go out and get wet. Otherwise, partly cloudy.

✤: Favorite kind of food.

It is hard to really pick something. Eating out I like either pizza or sushi. As for things I can cook at home either beef stew or curry.

▲: The Mun’s Zodiac sign. (Any kind of Zodiac works!)

Aries Dragon.

●: If you could say just one thing to your Muse, what would it be?

Not that I can think of.

☑: An OTP with your Muse in it (if you have any).

I can see Xem with plenty of people. Though a favorite would be either with Xaldin or Aqua.

For Terra either Isa or Aqua

Ansem I have a hard time picturing him with anyone that aren’t flings.

Master Xehanort, only Eraqus.

Xigbar, like Xemnas I can see him with plenty of people. As for the favorite I can’t really seem to choose between Xaldin or Luxord.

☒: A NOTP with your Muse in it (if you have any).

For most of my muses expect for one I can’t see them being in a romantic relationship with Vexen/Even.

☁: Favorite part of RPing.

I like writing. Though RP I can work of my writing skills and storytelling.

✉: Any RPers the Mun admires.

There are quite a few.

▶: A talent of the Mun’s (besides RPing, of course!)

I’d like to think I’m a fairly decent singer. I like to also crochet too.

♬: Sing or say something! Post the link to it.

Loyalty from Mad Father Heaven from Persona 4 Heartbeat Heartbreak from Persona 4 Build a Bitch

[jojo-daydreams]

“I just feel safe with you. Like nothing bad can happen” with s/o to Giorno

do you ever think about Giorno and just ♥♥♥♥ (º̩̩́⌣º̩̩̀ʃƪ) ♥♥♥♥♥

because HOOOO BOY do i ever !

anyways, hope you enjoy it !! ^.^

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You were currently laying in bed with your boyfriend, the Don of Passione, Giorno Giovanna. Or, maybe it would be more accurate to say you were laying on your boyfriend in bed.

His body radiated warmth, something you were reveling in. Beneath the blankets your legs were tangled together, your chest was pressed firmly against his middle, and you could feel his steady breathing pushing his ribs against you with each inhale. You laid your head down against his chest, pressing your ear to his heart to listen to the steady rhythm.

Maybe you were just being too clingy, or too worried, but he was leaving tomorrow for a rather dangerous mission, one that he was adamant you wouldn’t be accompanying him on. You grimace slightly as you remember his firm tone earlier, shutting down any chance at an argument before you could even really get started.

“I won’t have you there with me. I won’t. You’ll stay here, where it is safer for us both for you to be. There’s things to be handled in my stead while I am away anyways. It’s better this way.”

Giorno didn’t often raise his voice or take a harsh tone with you, so when he did you knew he was being serious about the situation.

Still. It doesn’t seem fair that he got to tell you what to do like this. Sure, he was the boss, your boss, but he was also your boyfriend, lover, whatever you wanted to call it. You two belonged together, and you wanted to go with him tomorrow.

You listened to the sound of his heart for a few moments more, calming as ever. His breathing was even, you were pretty sure he had fallen asleep a good while ago, although his arms remained locked around you, hands resting on your back and keeping you secure against him.

You pause for another second before speaking out into the darkness, your voice the softest whisper you could manage, not wanting to wake Giorno but wanting him to hear you at the same time.

“I don’t understand why I can’t go with you tomorrow. The best place for me is at your side, I just… feel safe with you. Like nothing bad can happen.”

You hold your breath, waiting to see if he will reply, but his breathing remains unchanged, and you exhale, a bit disappointed.

Your eyelids are starting to feel heavy, and you resolve to sleep now, and then wake up early tomorrow and change Giorno’s mind about bringing you along- or at least demand he take you, or something. Whatever worked, you mused, as you slowly drifted off to sleep.

Still, right before sleep took you, you swore you could feel Giorno tighten his hold on you, and a hushed broken whisper of your name.