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Dreams Come True.

Yan Giorno x F Reader.

Synopsis: Giorno likes to hold you close sometimes in his dreams… and in his dreams alone, because the real you doesn’t let him. It’s fine though, he tells himself.

Warnings: Yandere themes, manipulation, and kidnapping.

Word Count: 1.5k.

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There is a small door hidden behind Giorno’s vanity.

He does not reside in the master bedroom anymore–as he willingly chose to accommodate you with the privileges he no longer possesses. You’d make better use of it than he ever did, he thought. The once bare walls now have bookshelves all around, antiques sitting prettily up high on unreachable shelves, and there are soft piano sounds coming from the radio he gave you. Though if you ever wanted to learn piano yourself he would gladly hire a tutor for you, albeit one who has sworn a blood oath and has been a trusted staff member of his for years.

Giorno’s new bedroom is as empty as the last, with only writing utensils and piles upon piles of paper stacked on his sole desk, the trash can underneath be full of torn letters Giorno will have someone burn later. He has only dared to send you perhaps two letters, both of which were instantly sent back to whence they came. One of the letters was sent when you had first arrived here, being placed underneath the tiny slit between the floor and the door. It was past dinner time then, and since the guards stationed outside your quarters had heard no movement from inside your room, they had told the nearest butler that you were most likely asleep and would not be reading the letter until the morning.

Giorno had some second thoughts once he had heard the news, and nearly instantly wanted the letter to be rewritten, seeing it as an opportunity to fix mistakes visible to only him. That very butler opened the door with his assigned key and then saw you huddled in the corner covered by a blanket. The butler had asked if you had seen the letter on the floor, and you said you did not want to read it.

Very well, Miss [First].

The butler locked the door when he was done with his task, escorting the letter gently in his gloved palms like it was an esteemed guest.

Giorno tore the paper to shreds, throwing it into the trash can like the many others that had come before it. Dozens of them all written within a week, even though you hadn’t been here for nearly a day. Some are more eloquent than others. Some are just mere scribbles, signs of Giorno’s frustration at himself. If he could, he would have torn himself to shreds too. However, something in the back of his mind said that that was the coward’s way out, and if he were not here who else would be able to protect you?

No one. You’ll be all alone. A baby bird waiting for its mother to come back with worms. You’d chirp and chirp, desperate, but no one would help you. He can hear it now.

The second letter was sent just now, with the very same butler holding it gently in his hands. Giorno can hear the small heels of his shoes as he walks down the hall to the master bedroom. He looks at the vanity, choosing to ignore all of the clutter on it and instead pushing it toward the far right corner of the room. There the door was. It was dustier than when Giorno had seen it last, but he did not mind it in the slightest. 

The key to it was inside a copy of one of your favorite books. Chapter VIII, page 93. This part had one of your favorite quotes. Giorno knows it all too well, he spent day and night reading this novel again and again after all. 

“Oh yes,” said the other mother. “I put her in there myself. And when I found her trying to crawl out, I put her back.”

A rather grim quote you chose, but Giorno does not judge your interests.

The key is colder than the one used to open the door to your bedroom. It’s heavier and darker too. But it goes into the lock just as smoothly with a thunk.

The hallway beyond is dark. There is dust floating in the air, and a stinky, musty smell. 

Tucking his feet beneath him as he crawls, Giorno closes the door behind him. He doesn’t lock it, however. No one has ever seen where this corridor leads, and Giorno would rather die than have someone destroy his paradise.

Perhaps one day it will be yours too.

“I don’t want it.”

“Miss [First], while I do understand this situation has been less than acceptable for you, you must at least try to understand that the master has been attempting to be accommodating for you.” Giorno hears the butler say.

“I agree with Franz.” The head maid adds.

“I don’t care what you think,” You reply. Giorno can practically hear you gripping the skirt of your dress. “I don’t care. I don’t care. I don’t care. All of you can just go to hell.”

When Giorno places his right ear on the other side of the tiny corridor, he hears a slight squeak. It seems your vanity was not placed correctly, something he will have a servant remedy soon. Its purpose is supposed to be the same as Giorno’s; to keep this sacred place hidden from you until it is time.

“That isn’t very kind. If you really cannot read this letter at the moment, it shall be placed on your writing desk, and you will read it by tomorrow night. Is this a fair arrangement?”

“Just what part of that is fair?”

Someone sighed then. Giorno is unsure as to who made the sound. The butler and you? You and the head maid? There are infinite possibilities for that very question. It lingers at the back of his mind, yearning to be scratched.

He hears your door close, and that is the very signal he needs. He crawls back through the tunnel to his bedroom and locks the entrance with the very same key. The key retreats to page 93 once again. Giorno then places it on the highest shelf. His mission is accomplished.

“Did you hear everything, Master?” The butler asks through Giorno’s bedroom door. “I can catch you up on details if that is not the case if that is alright with you.”

“Yes, I did. Grazie.”

He hears the butler’s shoes clacking as he leaves this part of the mansion.

He, in turn, sighs.

“Master,” A high-pitched voice calls, accompanied by a soft knock. “I brought you your dinner.”

Giorno does not respond. Instead, he sits on the chair beside his writing desk. His eyes meet the ceiling. There are images of clouds, rainbows, and most importantly cherubs, their bright red cheeks and happy smiles stirring something from within him. 

He wants what they have. Pure joy.

But because of that, Giorno considers hiring someone to repaint the ceiling.

“Master?”

Giorno closes his eyes, not wanting to see the bleak reality anymore.

“Master?” A male voice asks, knocking on the door louder than the woman. “Master? Are you alright? Clervie brought you your supper. It is your favorite. Spaghetti al nero di seppia.”

Giorno lets his imagination run free within the depths of his mind. He sees you kissing his cheek, and him kissing yours. He sees you two huddling by the fireplace during the winter months with hot cups of tea. He sees you looking outside the dining room’s largest window to see the stars and moon. He sees himself watching you, not willing to break the peaceful image.

He is truly unworthy of you, that much is true. But if he is unworthy of you, everyone else is just more unworthy than he is.

“Master? Are you alright? Do you want Clervie to come back later?”

Giorno speaks up, slouching forward in his seat. “I’m sorry, but I am just not hungry at the moment.”

The butler hums. “Alright… then have a good night, Master.”

“You too, Franz.” He answers. “And… you too, Clervie.”

When they leave, Giorno relaxes once more in his chair. Little by little, the surrounding sounds vanish. They are replaced with auras fading from black to blue to pink and then to teal. He starts snoring a few moments later. Absolute bliss for someone who has been stressed out for weeks on end.

“...[First]...”

The last thing he sensed from the real world was the candle on his desk, smelling like a warm day on the beach.

It isn’t an easy time going back into consciousness. Those same auras Giorno saw with his eyes closed are still there when he arises from his slumber. Black. Blue. Pink. Teal. If it had been a pleasant dream, perhaps Giorno would have even found it beautiful.

He rubs his eyes. “Ugh…”

The first thing he recognizes in his vision is the pictures of you on the vanity, still out of place from hours before. He remembers nothing of his dream, as always. That is, aside from one thing. Your voice, for once soft and focused on him.

I love you.

“Hm…” He grumbles. 

“Master?” The second thing he recognizes is Franz’s signature knock. “It’s urgent. [First] has–”

With the sound of your name, Giorno rises quicker than someone coming back from the dead.

Happy holidays! Can I request yandere! jonathan, jotaro, Bruno and Giorno having a s/o that is also a yandere for them but even more worst?

awww happy holidays!! sorry i haven’t posted a lot in the past week, holiday week and family business. i hope that you like this anon! 💕

Yandere Jonathan, Jotaro, Giorno, Bucciarati x Yandere!Reader

Darling is just as much as a yandere as them…yet tenfold.

Jonathan:

Being a yandere would just make the whole “getting together” process easier.

Jonathan would be so happy you return his feelings, he is so ecstatic that he is blind to the reality of the situation.

You’ve already known his tendencies for you and reciprocate them back…but worst.

He is so easy to manipulate if you play your cards right.

Jonathan is so head over heels for you that he just listens to you and would do anything to make his dear darling happy.

Once he was the head of the Joestar family and fortune, now he is reduced to someone who stays cooped up in a room because his darling believes so.

Him being a big beefcake and literally made of 100% muscle, I doubt (know) that there really is no way into physically beating this man.

So you would have to result in some manipulation.

It would start by subliminal throwing in hints of how upset you are when he leaves you all alone. Maybe throwing in a few temper tantrums and mental breakdowns.

This would start cracking his walls because his one and only is crying because he is gone. They love him so much that they are physically and mentally distressed by his absence!

Sooner or later Jonathan would be wrapped around your finger permanently, like he always has.

Jotaro:

Stalking is really weird.

Since Jotaro is more of a stalker type, it would be crazy when you and him try to stalk each other.

Of course you would obviously be better at it because of your undenying love for him, it would be bizarre when you have a quiet lurky stalker man up against someone who is determined just as he is.

There would be a few close calls, but I’m sure Jotaro would get the memo.

After a while of this, you would make your move and of course end up with the one and only stoic man in love.

Jotaro would honestly be immune to mental manipulation, or more like he would notice it because sometimes he does end up going through with what you want.

As with him physically, he would be just like Jonathan. He also has an over-powered stand just like him.

Jotaro wouldn’t really care if you're just like him, he would just be a little taken back a bit but not too much.

He just wouldn’t want you taking advantage of him and would easily point it out if you go too far.

After a while he would see your tendencies to be a bit of a hassle especially when you do start to go overboard.

Lets just say he would start to bend you to his will.

Giorno:

Giorno would really be a sucker for it. Literally.

With everything he has been through throughout his past and during Vento Aureo, he would be so happy that you feel the same.

All he wants is your love and yet here you are serving it up on a platter for him.

It could go different ways depending on how you really wanted to act although I could see this being another Jonathan situation.

You can’t limit him to staying in all the time due to him being a mafia boss, but you can obviously increase the time he spends with you. As I mean deciding he could have you by his side all the time. Which could actually turn out with him working from home.

Then after a while of making him stay, it could start with the classic “It’s to dangerous for you”.

Over time it could and most likely would get to his head.

Physically you can’t really do much as in kidnapping him because of GER and him again being a mafia boss.

He could let Mista do all the work, raising his paycheck and practically making him like a puppet boss.

Giorno doesn’t want to upset his precious cara nor does he want them to ever stress and cry over his well-being.

He can’t risk the love he worked so hard to attain.

Bucciarati:

Things get really tricky with Bucciarati.

He is a mafioso and pours himself into his line of work.

You most likely joined Passione in order to gain his attention.

Once you do gain it and he later becomes yandere for you, it’s like a spiral for both of you. A never-ending one too.

Bucciarati is overjoyed at the fact his lovely bella joined this dangerous job in order to be with him.

He was blinded by that bliss and that led you into slowly taking over his life.

You being in love with him would initially save him from his fated death being the first traitor of the group when you go in for him.

Again, this adds up with the first fact of joining.

By the end of Vento Aureo you two are inseparable.

You could argue with him that it's too dangerous out in the world using the many examples of saving him throughout the series.

Bucciarati would take it into consideration and soon you would have him zipped up by your side.

hii! imagine y/n just hanging out with the bucci gang and vibing with youtube music playlist and then later on sexy music just played like 'Careless Whisper' then y/n is just holding her laugh by biting her lip how would the bucci gang act or react?

omg i love this request, it’s so funny if you actually think about it! i misread at first abt the biting lip part. i thought you meant like the funny biting lip emoji 😳

(i lowkey kinda wanna write for Abbachio or Narancia tbh)

Buccigang with a Light-Hearted S/O ☆

While the group hangs out s/o a sensual song comes on resulting in s/o holding her laugh.

At first I believed that they would all be taken back by it. Abbachio and Bucciarati would honestly be the people in the group who would react the least. I mean they would both be like freaking out but at the same time inside their both like s h o o k e t h.

I know for sure that Bucciarati would at least widen his eyes in realization on what is actually going on. Including Giorno as well.

Fugo would ‘tsk’ underneath his breath, but would always have his eyes trained on darling. Him and Abbachio are the ones who act like they are unaffected by it yet they have their eyes on s/o constantly.

Mista would be the one who would react the most. Probably the closest to s/o because he is just so energetic around them and literally cannot stay away from them. Initially when it comes on (for example: Careless Whisper), he would make some sexual corny joke/advance. Especially when s/o bites their lip, he eats that up. Mista would just probably get closer and say something sexual, but it comes off as corny. In actuality he really did mean it. (bless his heart)

About the lip biting thing, Fugo also eats that up. Like literally. Bucciarati doesn’t look much into it as much as Abbachio does. Abbachio doesn’t really understand the humor, only seeing it as a song in mind to hook up with s/o.

Narancia would be similar to Mista, but I see him less sexually driven and more of a laughter kinda of thing. He laughs along until he sees s/o trying to not smile, yet you can hear the little giggles from them which causes him to go haywire inside.

Mista and Narancia would just stare at s/o with such a shocked look. In shock, I mean like literally trying to process their hearts palpitations and trying not to die right there from how adorable s/o is being.

Sitting right next to you would be Giorno, much to Abbachio’s dismay. Giorno tries to always be closest to you no matter what. He just needs to always kinda be by you. You give him comfort and security especially after everything he’s been with. Seeing s/o be so carefree and happy makes him happy. He lets out a small smile as he observes s/o about to laugh.

Trish is kinda like 🧍‍♀️

Or she is just close as well, but chooses not to engage because of Mista’s comments or how Giorno just obsessively stares at you like right next to you. As Abbachio’s death stare just literally intimidates anyone so she just chooses to not too. She laughs though because you never fail to make her feel good about herself. It’s like she forgot everything she has dealt with just by seeing you be so gleeful. 

Overall everyone just stares and absorbs s/o’s laughter and small smiling. Yet in the group, blind to the human eye is some sexual wanting towards s/o. The music ain’t making it better as well.

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐈𝐈 (ʏᴀɴᴅᴇʀᴇ!ʙᴜᴄᴄɪɢᴀɴɢ x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ)

Fate’s Binding

Surprised from the sudden unknown intruders in your home…are they really unknown?

(Yan!Buccigang x Fem!Reader)

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“Long time no see…huh (Y/N)?”

Snapping your head up from the intruder's voice, the sight before you led you to dropping the small succulent pot you had. You fumbled around trying to catch the pot before it met its demise. With a firm grip, you focused your attention on the person in front of you…or more like people.

There they were in their full glory. Each looked the same as you remembered,as if they were ripped out of your phone screen and dropped into your world. Clutching onto the pot you tried to find the words to speak, but immediately rendered speechless.

Footsteps drew closer to you as all you could do was stare. A firm hand was placed on your shoulder from no one other than Guido Mista.

“We missed ya you know? How long has it been for you? Feels like forever to us.”

It had been awhile since you heard Mista’s voice. You missed it especially when he would throw jokes and small innuendos at you. His large black irises staring directly into your e/c orbs. Your heart began to beat faster and swell at his prolonged eye contact.

“M-Mista…”

All of a sudden you felt a force crash into you and a wet sensation on your shoulder. There was Narancia sobbing his might out as he clutched onto your arm with a death-like grip.

“I missed you, we all missed you! I’m so glad you came back y/n, don’t leave again!” Narancia incoherently sobbed.

The sight of him holding onto you for dear life brought you back to your senses. He was actually real, they all were standing in front of you waiting for you to do something. Turning your full attention towards Narancia, you began to hug him back trying to find a way to come back from his ongoing breakdown.

“H-Hey, what do you think you're doing Narancia? Don’t hold onto her that tight! You're practically squeezing the life out of her.” Came forth Fugo.

Fugo stepped closer to you trying to separate the crying teenage boy away from your shaken form. His cold hands on your warm skin was another sensation you felt besides the tears practically being smeared on your arm.

“No Fugo, let go I deserve to hug her! It’s been forever!” He wailed.

“We all want a chance to talk to her, you can’t just run up to her like that. Look at her, she looks like she just saw a ghost.”

“Yeah I agree with Fugo, you totally cut me off and pushed me out of the way!” Mista intervened, joining in on the small squabble.

Behind the three of them were the rest, the quiet ones of the bunch. Abbachio stood there glaring at the three who currently swarmed you, but he looked less harsher than usual. Bucciarati smiled, his eyes trained on you and only you, almost as if he was stuck in some type of trance. Then there was Giorno. He looked the most calm yet there was something going on behind those emerald orbs, something you couldn’t quite pin-point.

“It’s so nice to see you guys, I was beginning to think that it was all a dream.” You spoke, silencing the three around you and fully focusing their attention on you.

The small taps of Giorno’s progressing footsteps made you look up. His angelic smile outlined by his beautiful plumped lips made you question had he always been this attractive. Sure he was more attractive than any regular person, but this was obviously pushing it.

His long elegant hand grabbed ahold of yours, pulling it closer to his chest. A long elegant stride was made towards you as he looked down into your own widened eyes.

“You looked quite surprised, displeased even. We came all this way to be with you cara.”

His statement resulted in you frantically shaking your head. Displeased? They really took your astonishment as displeasure from you?

“No please guys I don’t mean to sound sad at all or anything! I’m actually really happy you know?” You breathed before taking your attention off of Giorno and acknowledging the others.

“For the past few weeks I’ve been contemplating if everything I’ve been through with you guys was just an actual dream in itself. I woke up after leaving your world-Italy and was just laying in my bed like I took some nap. Everyone told me it was just a dream and I should just go on with my day. The only thing that was leading me on was the scar I had gained during that battle with the boss.” You paused before continuing on.

“You guys have no idea how hard it was for me to just even think that everything I’ve been through with you all was just a dream. I’m just so glad that I was wrong!” Letting out a chuckle you smiled at all of them.

All had stood still feeling the same emotion they all had the day they realized the meaning of you in their life, love and infatuation. Their hearts speeding up at the sight of your smile they had come to miss and think about every chance of the day. They had taken you for granted, but fate was merciful and given them another chance to accomplish what they should have done in the first place.

It wasn’t that they were ungrateful and mistreated you, why no, they just didn’t realize how important you were in the first place. You were like an angel sent from the heavens itself and that smile was one of the many reasons to prove. Your small delighted chuckle was another sign of a harmonious harp playing in the distant heavens.

Giorno’s hold on your hand got more firm as he brought your hand up to place a gentle small kiss on your smooth skin. The airy feeling of his lips lingered with a tingling sensation around the small spot. His emerald eyes shining with a small smile accompanying it.

The marching of feet interrupted the stupor Giorno had bestowed upon you. A pair of violent-yellow eyes glaring at the younger male in front of him.

Abbachio’s eyebrows furrowing and the forming wrinkles on his forehead indicated another session of insults that were about to be thrown at Giorno in front of you. Just like before with Man in the Mirror, his finger made its way to the opening of Giorno’s suit and pressed harshly against it resulting in Giorno losing his grip on your hand.

“Listen here you little shit, just because we're fortunate to see y/n again doesn’t mean you can place your hands all over her! Especially you of all people.”

“I am only expressing my appreciation of being granted the chance to see her. Shouldn’t you? All you have been doing is standing in the back. It would seem that you were the one with the least enjoyment.”

Before Abbachio could retort at the young blonde's comment, Bucciarati stepped forth beginning to lecture the two. This inciting chaos to fill the room once again with Narancia pouncing back onto you with Fugo lecturing him in doing so, Mista complaining of the lack of attention he was getting, and the arguing three men on the right side of you trying to justify how both of their actions were just.

A small headache was arising from the mish-mash of chatter and harsh repetitive embrace that was on your left arm. As much as you missed them, you were pretty beat from school and not only a bad day at work.

“Hey guys…?”

All of their heads snap towards you at an alarming rate, it almost frightened you how in sync they were.

“I know how excited we are to be with each other again and I’m sure you must’ve all had a rough journey on getting here or something, but I’m really beat after today.”

They all just blinked at you, not saying a word. Abbachio looking a little less angry than before with Bucciarati who stared at you with a tranquil gaze. Giorno as well staring as if nothing had happened with the twenty-one year old adult. Mista looked like he was cut-off in mid sentence with his finger still pointing at Fugo who had his back turned but head turned to be able to meet your gaze. Narancia remained in place, only looking up but still managing to not let go of your arm.

Bucciarati was the first to move, taking calm placid steps to you. His olive tan skinned hand meeting your unoccupied shoulder.

“Listen everyone, y/n is right. She must have had a stressful day and we should let her rest. It wouldn’t be fair to ask much more from her than her hospitality of letting us stay.” Bucciarati announced.

Your eyebrow perked a little at Bucciarati’s comment. Sure he was right about the being tired part, but jumping to conclusions that you would house all six of them. Not like you wouldn’t of course, it was just a little surprising at the bold assumption the Passione capo had. He was older than you and experienced much more than you had ever had, he probably already knew with the smart thinking he had to do on an everyday basis.

“That means you should let go of her arm, Narancia.” Fugo spoke up, earning a small hum from the mall latched on your arm.

“That means you should let go of her arm now.”

“No, I don't wanna let her go! You don’t want me to let go right y/n?! Narancia whined, receiving a scowl from Fugo.

“Enough arguing you two, did you not hear what I had said?” Bucciarati shouted, stopping the two from going into another argument like Abbachio and Giorno had.

Narancia reluctantly let go of you, but kept his violet eyes trained on yours. It was as if all of them wouldn’t let you leave their sight. You didn’t really think much of it, yet it still was perplexing with the gaze of six men constantly on your form.

“Well then I can’t have you all lounging about in my room. It’s kind of really small enough to fit me and my bed…yeah er…I don’t think I have to elaborate much on that. I can situate you all in my front room like outside my room and around the corner.”

All of them were still silent, not saying much and waiting for you to continue on except for the small pout Mista wore after trying to explain the bed scenario.

“I know that my apartment is like really small and probably is not luxurious enough for all of you, but it beats being on the streets right?” You awkwardly tried throwing in a joke.

Not picking up on your joking tone, they all started to protest on how your warm welcome was just enough or that it didn’t matter to any of them.

“I don’t have much in blankets and pillows wise, I’m not used to housing six people other than myself. I hope that also isn’t a big problem…I can move the couch back a lil further and remove the small coffee table that’s there.” You rambled on, placing a hand on your chin.

You absent-mindedly walked out of your bedroom and to the little living room ahead. Your apartment really wasn’t all that big. You had an apartment resembling one of a studio. A large sized room with a kitchen and living room in it, although there was a door and a small hallway leading into your room. It wasn’t that long and the other side was the small bathroom used for guests, but the apartment wasn’t made for company this large.

All of the gang wordlessly followed you as you still seemed to ramble on about housing arrangements. They all stopped and carefully observed you as you pushed the sofa back like you said and the coffee table out of the way creating a large open space on the soft furry carpet you had. Walking over to where there was a cabinet and picture frames on top with what they assumed were the friends of this world you have, you pulled different blankets out and set them on the couch.

You looked up checking on the gang just to see their eyes still on you, like that was a major surprise on your part. Letting out a small smile you pushed past Mista and Giorno going into your room and coming back out with more blankets. You set them down with the others and patted the pillows on your sofa to puff them up a little to get a cushy feeling.

“I know this is not much, but I tried for now. I can take a day of school and work calling in sick then we can all get you stuff because apparently I really don’t have enough for you all. This is the only night you’ll deal with being this uncomfortable, I promise”

“You have no need to worry bella, we're here with you and that is all that matters. Having said you would pause on your daily priorities really means a lot to us and we couldn’t find a way to thank you more. Please rest easy tonight.” Bucciarati replied with a heart-warming golden smile.

Taking one last look at all of them you couldn't help but reciprocate Bucciarati’s radiant kind beam. Giving a small wave you walked into your room and shut the door. You slid down it in silence trying to take in all that just happened. It wasn’t really silence due to the little thumps from the other room or the incoherent muttering you couldn’t make out. Silently to yourself you prayed that this time it wouldn’t be a dream, that they would be awake to greet you like they once had back in the spring of Italy 2001.

Shuffling over to your bed, you begin to get ready for the night. You took off your makeup and changed into your sleepwear to get ready for bed. Sliding in the cool sheets that were absent from blankets you once slept with due to the new unexpected company in the other room.

You laid there staring at the pitch black ceiling before getting washed away with the feeling of drowsiness. Closing your eyes you finally succumbed to sleep which put ease to your subconscious worries of waking up to an empty apartment.

What you failed to notice was the creaking of the door and the six figures that accompanied it hovering over your sleeping form.

helloo

your content and blog is amazing! Can I request yandere jotaro, josuke, and giorno force marrying their darling?

thx sm much bby! i’m so happy that your enjoying my content! i’m literally crying tears of joy rn istg. here you go bby and enjoy~!♡

Forced Marriage Headcanons

Ft. Jotaro, Josuke, and Giorno

Jotaro:

Honestly it would take some time if I were to be honest.

This man really is more about having you and all so of course marriage will come in mind.

Once you both got back from Egypt, through trial and error during the trip, he learnt that you're important and he needs you.

Since Jotaro is the possessive type, he would constantly be near you after the trip until he can legally claim you.

Sometimes being near you means that you may or may not know of his lurking presence.

When both of you graduated, both of you were elated although not for the same purpose.

You were happy because you were able to sprout your wings and choose where you wanted to go now. However you didn’t know the person you cared about the most was going to be one responsible for clipping them.

The night after graduation when you announced your future plans, that’s when all hell broke loose.

Right there and then were you swept away and forced to follow him to the America’s.

Upon arrival Jotaro made sure that everyone knew you were his no matter what.

What was once l/n was now Kujo.

Before the whole marriage ceremony, Jotaro made sure to mold you into how he thought you should always have been. He made you learn your place which was right by his side.

It was a small gathering due to the fact he didn’t really trust much. Joseph and his mother actually were the ones who attended.

It was one of the rare moments you saw Jotaro smile. Although now thinking about it…it wasn’t a smile, but a small triumphant smirk pulled the side of his lips up making sure you were able to see who you belonged to.

The small sliver of freedom you thought you had, was now taken away from you.

For now you are Y/n Kujo.

Josuke:

It was always coming and you knew it as well.

Josuke isn’t one for concealing his true feelings, especially when he comes to the dear love of his life.

The day when he confessed his feelings to you by cornering you after school, you were shown a Josuke that no one else knew about.

You were practically forced into dating the town's beloved boy with a diamond heart.

The small fantasies he had of you were slowly becoming real. Everything was falling into place and he would be damned if they were ruined.

He is already ready for marriage, but of course he has to abide by the legal law and let you slowly come to your senses about your feelings for him.

High school is just a step to him, a small step he needed to take in order to finally seal the real deal.

Just like Jotaro, when graduation hits he immediately proposes to you.

All of your friends, Josuke’s friends, were watching. All of them gazing at the two of you expectedly waiting for your response.

You said yes out of peer pressure and not wanting to deal with Josuke’s wrath once you stepped into his humble abode or anywhere in that matter of fact.

When you utter that inevitable ‘yes’, that is when you have sealed your fate.

Josuke is quick to take action and starts planning it out, totally with the help of you…

Unlike Jotaro and Giorno, Josuke’s wedding with you is quite large.

He wants everyone there, his friends, mother, Jotaro. It adds into his fantasy of how everything is perfect and that you two are perfect for each other.

Once you’ve taken on the Higashikata name, there is no way back for you as this was your new life.

Giorno:

Either you’ve known him before he became Giorno Giovanna or not, there will always be a way for him to fall in love with you.

With how badly he was treated in his past, he is fascinated and perplexed by your kind nature towards him.

He won’t know how to take it, but once he does it is a spiral from there.

Throughout your time with the Bucciarati gang and overcoming its hardships with defeating the boss, Giorno finally realizes that this attraction became infatuation.

After losing Bucciarati, Abbacchio, and Narancia who had hearts of gold just like you, he knew that your place was by his side being protected by him and his new found power.

Once he was appointed the Don of Passione, he had complete control over everyone…even you.

He would take your hand in marriage regardless of how you felt.

Sure it may not have been ideal when you struggled and rejected him countless times no matter how many flowers and butterflies he sent your way, but you will understand soon.

Standing in the marble hallway under an arch made of various beautiful flowers representing love, any guilt he felt towards taking you against your own will is immediately disregarded.

Seeing you dressed so elegantly and pure makes him freeze in place.

He is blinded by the small frown you have on your face as you make way towards him.

Your head is bowed down not willing to meet his emerald green eyes as they stare at you in adornment.

Giorno’s stomach feels like it almost would concave when the priest announces that you two are finally husband and wife, for life and death.

That night is when he decides to actually seal the real deal by making love to you.

Nothing was more romantic to him than you both finally giving your bodies to each other.

It only dawns on you the next morning when the morning’s sun kisses your face and your ‘husband’ is lying next to you, is that your truly trapped.

i thought of a good idea so i decided to combine prompts :D

plz don’t kill me…i rlly value being alive 👉👈💗

Yandere Giorno x Reader

“The emotions you make me feel are too special, we must be destiny.”

“I’m in such pain every second we’re apart.”

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Giorno for all he could remember, was always alone. No matter how many friends and allies he gained on the way, they were always bound to leave at some point in time. Mista always explained that it was due to the golden winds of fate that were inevitable to avoid. Even though he knew he was right, there was still a nagging part in his mind telling him how it wasn’t fair. 

When he became the Don of Passione after a grueling battle against the former boss, he couldn’t help but be haunted by the death of his teammates who were undeserving of such an end. Slowly he grew to isolate himself in his office, stacks of paperwork and dim lighting being his only company as he gradually shut himself away from the world. 

The increase in his reclusive behavior was noticed by the ones closest to him. Polnareff being first though not saying anything, as Mista caught on last. They insisted on him going out once in a while, yet the occasional garden visits seem to do more harm than good. Although being the head of the biggest crime syndicate, he couldn’t have the luxury of staying cooped up in an office all day. 

After a little hassle in the exchange between other gangs, Giorno was forced to confront the ones who made the mistake along with Mista. Giorno’s black silk lavished suit, ironed of all the wrinkles, sat under his high-priced thick fur coat. Mista accompanied him, wore the same suit and pattern but with a different color scheme. The two set foot off to deal with the matters themselves.

Eventually when it was sought out and taken care of, Mista wanted to walk around again just like it was in the old days nonetheless with an opposing Giorno by his side. He casually walked in place, arms behind his head lazily supporting it. Meanwhile, Giorno continued to walk stiffly with his hands stuffed neatly into the fur coats' warm pockets. Mid-Winter in Italy wasn’t exactly the warmest, yet at the same time wasn’t as cold as winter in Russia. 

Mista pointed towards a small quaint cafe that was lit up under the gloomy weather of Naples. The vintage yellow tinted lights brought about a hominess to the small business inviting even the reluctant Don inside. 

Opening the small door, the bell rang indicating their entrance. It was moderately empty with one customer who sat in the corner. He was a middle aged man with small glasses that enlarged his bulky face. He sat there reading a newspaper drinking a small glass of espresso. In the background was a soft strum of jazz instrumental adding to the relaxing ambience the cafe carried. 

Giorno stood by the door as Mista fussed about the lack of service upon their arrival. The tanned Italian cursed as he huffed around the establishment complaining under his breath. Giorno continued to stand there not sure of what to do and let Mista do his own thing. He was getting quite bored and wanted to go back to his villa as soon as possible. He started to zone out on the checkered floor, the sound of piano keys sticking out throughout the radio’s instrumental. Little taps on the cafe’s tiled floor brought Giorno out of his bored gaze. He looked up to see a young girl around his age wearing the small establishments uniform. 

You looked busy and seemed to have your mind elsewhere as you ran to the front to greet him and Mista. Giving a short bow you apologize for the inconvenience as Mista berated you for not paying attention. Giorno, feet glued to the ground, eyed the young girl with an unknown interest. He was fond of how polite you were even when Mista was throwing crude remarks your way. You had a certain smile that he enjoyed seeing, a smile he wished he could wear like you. It looked so natural as if you didn’t have a care in the world and was truly genuinely happy. 

A small pat on his shoulder brought Giorno out of his transfixed gaze, Mista ushering him to stop standing by the doorway and to order something. Giorno silently nodded his head with Mista going to a small table in the corner to sit down. 

Once Giorno walked up to the counter, there you were closer to him than before. He could finally see the pearly white smile he was so mesmerized with. You were so captivating that he couldn’t stop soaking in your appearance. 

“What may I get for you today sir?” You asked, cocking your head to the side and interrupting his prolonged staring.

“Right. May I order a small cup of your earl grey tea?” He responded, his emerald eyes boring into yours. 

“Sure, that will be €3.77! Your order will be right up.” You gave one last smile before running off to start on the order.

Giorno turned away and walked to the booth Mista was at. Mista started to ramble about minor inconveniences he had as Giorno tuned them out. He placed a hand under his chin, resting and focusing back on the barista. Her form concentrated on brewing his order. The amount of care she put into making the hot beverage made him smile to himself. First time in a long while, he smiled. It felt foreign to him yet he missed it so much. 

Mista caught onto the small smile that adorned his best friend and bosses face. A smirk appeared on his as he let out a little chuckle, this time catching Giorno’s attention. 

“Oh whatcha looking at Giorno?” He snickered and wiggled his eyebrows.

“The barista.” 

“So do you have the hots for her or something? You're growing up so fast…” Mista wiped an imaginary tear from his eye as Giorno deadpanned. 

“I wouldn’t quite say that Mista-”

“You totally like her don’t you? I’ve been waiting for this day to come ha!”

Before Giorno could reply back to Mista’s ridiculous yet somewhat true statement, you came back over with both of their drinks ready in hand. Smiling again at the two, you carefully placed their drinks down trying not to spill them. Standing back up to full height you took a gaze at the men to only be stopped by one of them asking for your name. 

Smiling in return you gave them your name and politely asked for theirs. Mista started to talk your ear off as Giorno silently observed. He couldn’t help stare at your interaction with his friend, you yet again looking as happy as you were when he first saw you moments ago. A tingling feeling pooled in his stomach and his face felt like it was on fire. Yet it didn’t feel uncomfortable to him, he welcomed it with open arms in fact. His slender hands started to clam up and he began to feel that the heavy coat he wore was ten times more heavy. Slipping the big piece of attire off, he failed to notice Mista waving for his attention. 

“Oi Giorno, aren’t the drinks good?” He asked, that mischievous smirk coming back onto his face. 

“Yes indeed. This is some of the finest tea I’ve tasted. Has this cafe always been here? I can’t quite say I remember it being here at all.” 

“The cafe has been here for some quite time actually, it just doesn’t get much attention from the public that’s all. I was recently hired a little over a month ago for some extra cash to live on you know haha!” You giggled causing Giorno to subtly flush a hue of pink, although it was unnoticed by the other occupants around him.

“I see. I’m glad we found this fine establishment, I will make sure to visit frequently if the tea is just as good.”

You felt heat rush to your face as you clasped your hands together to keep calm composure. It was now Giorno’s turn to chuckle at your shy display.

“Well I will hold you to your word.”

The chime of the bell brought you out of the little conversation you were invited to. You quickly bowed once again and ran off behind the counter to attend to the next person's order. The rest of the time there was just Giorno and Mista enjoying their hot beverages while the cafe began to grow a little busier hitting its peak of the day. 

When Giorno finally returned to his villa and into the sanctuary of his room, he couldn’t help but think of you. Getting ready for bed, all you did was plague his mind and curiosity. You made him feel a certain way he didn’t know how to describe. It was such a nice feeling, a feeling he wasn’t quite ready to let go of yet. He couldn’t grasp the last time he felt so elated and peaceful. 

It was like you erased every nightmare he had and bad memory that was ingrained in his scarred mind. You even showed mild interest in him when he announced he would be back in the future. Surely you two were meant to be, it was at the right place and time. Just like Mista would say, it was fate. 

Gazing up at the crystal like the moon, he thought of you and your smile. Although the moon reminded him of your absence, your absence that resulted in the bringing of painful memories and thoughts. He laid there curled in bed, his arms wrapping around his legs as his emerald eyes stared out the window. It felt as if someone had a gripped around his heart, squeezing it just enough to not kill him.

Even now when his body wanted to cry, it wouldn’t let him. The sound of the golden wind, the wind that had taken everything away from him, was the only noise he could hear. It was as if it was taunting him. He shook and shivered just as he once did as a child, alone with no one there to help him. He hated this feeling and he knew who would be able to take it away. 

He would make sure to visit that cafe again no matter what it takes. 

Giorno made sure to go back to the cafe the next day. His leave from the villa surprised not only Mista or Polnareff, but the whole staff. This continued on for the following weeks. He would walk into the cafe formally dressed as always and have the same cup of tea. He became a regular, a regular you didn’t mind having. It was awkward at first with how silent and observing he was, but you both grew to open up to each other. 

You would sometimes sit down and have a cup of tea with him when the cafe wasn’t too busy. Having him around was pleasant, especially when he gave you advice on how to deal with certain things or situations. He was so mature for his age and you admired that. The two of you enjoyed the small conversations and became, what you thought, close friends. 

On the other hand, Giorno thrived on you. The small visits to the cafe were the highlights of his weeks. Despite being the boss of Passione, he always had time for you. He was so enthralled by you. No matter how stressful life would get, you thought there would always be light at the end of the road. The small unidentified lingering feelings he had felt on the first day, were only the blossom of true love. 

It was meant to be, you were made for him as he was made for you. You would help him heal the scars of his past and give him light. It was God’s will that you were there when he was at his worst, when he didn’t have the will to leave the comfort of his office.  

It had been a little over a month since the two of you had met. Giorno thought it was about time to confess his feelings and become what was destined to be. He had GER make him a bouquet of various flowers that all reflected the strong feelings he had towards you. 

It was around 7 pm, about when your shift ended. The cafe had its lights dim and the neon open sign was turned off. The clinging of the bell and rhythmic tapping of his shoes caught your attention. You were counting and placing money back into the register for tomorrow. 

Patting your apron you looked up towards Giorno with a surprised smile on your face. You chuckled and walked around the counter to stand face to face with your dear friend. 

“What are you doing here? The cafe is about to close, I can whip you up your favorite pot of tea on the house.” You offered, still grinning at the blonde male. 

“That would be nice, although that is not what I have come for.”

Tilting your head to the side in confusion, you finally processed his appearance. He still wore the same elegant satin suit, but he was more accessorized than usual. In his right hand was a bouquet of red and pink flowers, all blooming as if they had just been born. Looking back up to his green gaze, you saw his eyes crinkled in adoration. 

“We may have not known each other for very long, but I just acknowledge the strong feelings I have for you. Ever since the day we first met, I could never stop thinking about you cara. You make me happy, you make me forget everything I’ve had to endure. I love you y/n.”

All you could do was stand there, glued in place. Your brain is running at full speed to process everything he said. A bead of sweat ran down the side of your temple as Giorno offered you the bouquet of flowers. Nervously you grabbed onto them bringing them close to your chest. Trying to find the right words to say, you open your mouth. 

“T-That’s so sweet Giorno…but I don’t think we can work out…”

The tender smile he wore on his face immediately vanished. A frown rested on his face as his emerald green hues hardened while staring deeply into your eyes. 

“It’s just that, well…I’ve submitted my letter of resignation and am planning to move for the college I’ve been accepted into. I was going to break the news to you today…but you didn’t come. I just can’t see a long distance relationship as it isn’t fair to me nor you.”

The silence in the room was stifling as you waited for Giorno to speak. The hand that rested over his exposed chest area had dropped to the side where his other hand had hung. It didn’t help when his eyes stoically bored into yours. 

“You can’t leave…” He muttered.

Letting out a confused hum, you stepped closer in order to hear him better. All of a sudden Giorno grabbed your wrists, yanking you closer to him. The more you tried to squirm, the more his grip tightened. 

“I won’t let you leave like the others. I’m in such pain every second we’re apart…and you're planning to leave me?”

“What the hell are you talking about? Do you hear yourself right now?! You’re c- crazy, I’ve only known you for a month and you're already acting like we're in a relationship or something!” You exclaimed, still trying to wiggle out of his grip. 

“Do you not feel it too? The emotions you make me feel are too special, we must be destiny. We are destined to be together y/n. It was fate that day when one of the cartels had made a mistake, it was fate that there was an accident so we had to take this side street. Most importantly it was fate that led me to you.” He elaborated as he placed your hand on his exposed chest window. The violent beating of his heart increased your fear by how serious he was at this very moment.

“C-Cartel? Are you some drug lord or something?!”

Giorno let out a small laugh as he continued to speak. “Quite the opposite actually cara, I applaud you for almost guessing right. Well since you're mine now I might as well tell you. I am the don of Passione, I’m sure you know a thing or two about it.”

Your eyes widened like flying saucers as you took another glance at the man in front of you. The man you spent half the time of the week talking and sipping tea with, was the don of the most powerful crime syndicate in Italy? All this time you were talking to this man of high status like he was just an everyday citizen and now you just had called him crazy. You were screwed.

“Don’t worry cara, I would never hurt you. Now you must come back with me to my villa where you and I will start our new life together. Doesn’t that sound nice?”

Immediately your survival instincts kicked in, you abruptly pulling your hand out of Giorno’s and making way towards the cafe's door. When suddenly you felt something grab you pulling you to the ground. Something holding onto your arm keeping you in place from continuing your pursuit. Quickly looking up back at Giorno, you saw him standing in the same place he had been for the past painfully long five minutes. Frantically looking around on the ground, there was nothing there for you to trip on or hold you in place. You were sure something was grabbing you. 

“Like I said before mio cara, I won’t let you leave. Now just accept our inevitable love…”

Alexandrite, opal, and moonstone with. Giorno?

𝔾𝕖𝕞𝕤𝕥𝕠𝕟𝕖 ℙ𝕣𝕠𝕞𝕡𝕥𝕤: 𝔾𝕚𝕠𝕣𝕟𝕠 𝔾𝕚𝕠𝕧𝕒𝕟𝕟𝕒

Alexandrite, Opal, & Moonstone

Alexandrite: What brings the yandere the most joy?

He loves being touched by you and reassured by you saying that you will always be by his side. Due to his rough past, this is what he needs in order to let his subconscious take a rest and know that the person he loves so much cares about him and will never leave him in general.

Opal: What makes the yandere tick?

Giorno keeps the thought of you two basically being star-crossed lovers which fuels him in the paranoia of keeping you chained close to him. He came from nothing and all he has left are the remains that people have taken from him. Everyone he really cared about and looked up to has all left his life in a tragic-like way, he can’t have that happen with you. This causes to him behave the way he does wanting to take you away from the cruel world that the two of you live in every day.

Moonstone: Are there things that the yandere will hide from darling at all costs?

Overall Giorno would censor the majority of your life by letting you know what he wants you to know. He doesn’t want you to see the crimes he and the others around him commit every day. He wants to shut out the vile world and have your attention on the good things he wants you to see.

Hey, I recently got dumped by someone, so is there any way that you could write headcanons for Yandere Giorno, Bruno, and Abbacchio helping the reader get over a tough breakup with someone who really hurt them and their self esteem? Sorry if this is too overly specific or too serious!

i’m so sorry for my short absence. i’ve been taking care of something else and letting the creative juices flow again mwehehe! anyway i’m sorry abt what happened bby and i hope you are doing better. it sucks but i’m sure you will be okay! 💜

Yan!Giorno, Bucciarati, Abbacchio x Reader

Reader goes through rough breakup and seeks the comfort of beloved friend.

Giorno:

-Giorno would silently sit and listen to you at first. It startled him when you ran or practically slammed into his office, with your face full of tears. You looked almost as if you were rolled over by a road roller and this was the aftermath.

-After hearing what had happened, he is quick to comfort you. He speaks very softly as he uses GER to place little flowers in your hair to reassure you that you deserved more.

-His calm exterior is totally different than the feelings of rage that continuously bubble up inside of him with every tear you shed. Giorno does his best to be comforting, but after a while, that smile that you love tends to not reach his emerald eyes. His touch lingers as he caresses your face whispering sweet nothings in your ear.

-He wants you to know that you are amazing no matter what and throws in little hints of his buried feelings for you. It’s up to you if you address them or not.

-He serves you some chamomile tea to help calm you down and in no time you finally succumb to sleep. Giorno places you on the luxurious bed that sits in the middle of his lavish marble bedroom. He takes a moment to admire how beautiful you look laying upon his bed. Fate had chosen this path.

-He takes it upon himself to get rid of your ex just in case there was any chance of them contacting you again. They already led you to so much pain, it would be best to rule them out.

-Giorno would take you out to a small bakery in a quaint part despite him being busy as the head of Passione. Any dessert you desire is yours as he makes sure to sit next to you taking hold of one of your hands. He gently holds your hand rubbing little circles on the back of your hand.

-Of course, seeing you so broken and sad hurts him, but Giorno would be lying if he said he wasn’t a tiny bit happy that now he has a chance with you. This time he will make sure your his, no matter what.

Bucciarati:

Bucciarati would get worried after not hearing from you in quite some time. (More like a few days because he always wants to keep tabs on you). His job being a mafioso stopped him from visiting you from the important mission he was sent on by Giorno, so he grows even more worried when he hears nothing from you.

-When he comes to your home, he is taken by surprise at your sulking and fragile form. He rushes in grabbing you and bombarding you with questions similar to what happened.

-After you explain what took place during his absence he is infuriated. I find it close to the expression he had when he was in the elevator with Trish after Diavolo took her and he was holding her severed hand. He sits there silently holding you in his embrace as he contemplates what to do next.

-It doesn’t really register that he can finally have you now only this unkindled fury of how you were hurt by someone so insignificant. He cradles you and does anything to take care of you.

-Afterwards, he gently lifts you up and wipes the remaining tears that cascade down your cheeks. He leads you to the washroom and grabs a fresh pair of comfy clothing of some sort and bathes you. You just sit there as he gently scrubs your head feeling the light scratches on your scalp. Little soap suds litter your body and Bruno’s forearms as the scent of lavender emits the room.

-Bucciarati will then make your bed and softly direct you into the fresh pair of linen. He will be off to your kitchen to make you some food. He may or may not spike your tea so you can be able to properly rest and relax.

-Before closing your eyes he promises you he will never leave you and that he will always be by your side. Now to take care of that little pest.

Abbacchio:

It was you who came to him as he was relaxing with his multi-colored headphones resting on his ears. He sees you rush towards him and fling yourself upon him. Abbacchio’s body goes rigid in surprise not hearing what you are saying. When he feels wetness on his bare exposed chest, he rips his headphones off and stares at you.

-Abbacchio isn’t really the comfort type, he would majorly be like “I knew that guy was bad news” or something like that. He can get quite awkward but he truly cares, the years of trauma and self-depreciation made it harder for him to express this. It’s weird for him because you are usually the one doing the comforting when he gets in one of his moods.

-If you try to result to wine or some type of alcohol or drug, best be sure he won’t let you. He doesn’t want you to be a broken shell of man he once was, he wants to keep you healthy and happy.

-He will just hold you to his chest and let you cry your eyes out. He would accidently let out those little remarks of “I told you so” which would make you even more upset. He would try to flip it around by hinting he could treat you better than your previous lover.

-Abbacchio would be the visually pissed pissed one about it. He wouldn’t try to hide it and would most likely end up with him going out to take care of the source of the problem.

-He would come back and would try to pamper you by Abbacchio’s standards. Watching a quiet movie with him, listening to music with him, doing makeup, or even just simply cuddling. He is a touch starved man so any physical contact with you melts him and somewhat helps boost his newfoundaccidentally confidence of making you his.

-Sure he believes he doesn’t deserve much in life, yet alone deserve the right to want something yet it’s hard every time your face comes to his field of view. This time for sure it was made to happen. Maybe this one time he deserved something for once.

If you’re still doing them, may I request carnelian, emerald, and diamond for Yandere giorno? Have a great day!❤️‍🔥

𝔾𝕖𝕞𝕤𝕥𝕠𝕟𝕖 ℙ𝕣𝕠𝕞𝕡𝕥𝕤: 𝔾𝕚𝕠𝕣𝕟𝕠 𝔾𝕚𝕠𝕧𝕒𝕟𝕟𝕒

Carnelian, Emerald, & Diamond

Carnelian: How does the yandere learn more about darling?

If it was Giorno before he became the don of Passione, he would have to rely mostly on himself and Golden Experience. Since really before he got a spot in the mafia, he was by himself living in the school dorms trying to make it by. He would follow and observe you. Sometimes (and this works for either Giorno), he would use Golden Experience to create an animal he knew you like and would take it in a bit. It just gives him another loophole.

Emerald: How does the yandere show their love?

I know a common thing that other writers and I agree with is showering his darling with gifts and stuff. Yes of course he would do that yet he doesn’t want to be materialistic and gain your love just on what his money can buy for you. He grew up with a materialistic mother and a part of him is wired to think that if he buys you gifts you will love him back. He can’t help it though because a part of him agrees that buying people gifts and lavish wear would bring love to him. He saw it many times and somewhat it stuck in his subconscious. Although he fell in love with you because you were different, not corrupt like his family and the other low-lives out there who are just in it for the money. He loves physical contact and would give try to give it to you. I would like to say he is shy, but at the same time, he is bold? Also, he loves making flower beds and crowns or cute little things associated with animals or something nature of sorts.

Diamond: What does they want from their ideal darling?

Giorno wants to have a darling who loves him as much as he loves them. He doesn’t want them to be submissive per se, but he would agree that he would want someone who would listen to him to stay inside the golden little room prepped for them if needed. He wants that affection and doting nature a lover would give their significant other due to how deprived of it he was in the past. Giorno is a dedicated person and lover so it would be quite nice if he could have someone who could tolerate it with ease.