you've got that medicine i need

Author's Notes: written for the wordcrimes exchange in 2022. specifically for moscca!

It wasn’t the first time Giorno awoke in such a place and she hoped—no, knew, that it wouldn’t be the last time. It was a dark room that was a touch below uncomfortably warm and dry. Colors swam in the corners of her vision, her eyes desperately trying to adjust to the darkness, as her hands stroked the silky surface she was laying on. Finally, the tiniest slivers of a flickering orange light managed to crack through the dark and painted long shadows that danced on the walls and canopy that hung above her.

The very first time that she was here, she had been a child. It scared her at first. She was used to being alone but it was an entirely different thing to be alone in a place she didn’t recognize. Her mind had gotten the worst of her that night. She heard stories of little girls and boys going missing. Where did they go? What happened to them when they were taken away? She had no idea. Still, she couldn’t help but let anxiety chew away at her rattled mind. Had someone taken her away while her mother and stepfather were out partying? Did she sleepwalk into someone else’s room? What was going to happen to her? Was she going to see her mother again?

She didn’t get any answers.

Questions swirled in her mind as fat, hot tears welled up in her eyes. She rolled onto her stomach and buried her face into the silky sheets and luxurious pillows she was too young and upset to appreciate. Painful hiccups rose from her throat and filled the air. Her face grew hot and sticky with fluids that seeped into the silk and her skin.

Then, the mattress sank beside her.

Her breath caught itself in her throat as ice water pulsed through her veins. More of that hot—so hot that it almost felt cold, or maybe it was the other way around, Giorno couldn’t tell—sticky panic bubbled inside her stomach as the figure beside her chuckled. Its voice was dark. Not scary but just dark. She didn’t know how to describe it. It reminded her of the chocolates she snuck from her mother’s candy box. It was too rich, too bitter, and decadent for her young palate but she still wanted more. The voice washed over her body. She couldn’t help but imagine a soft, warm blanket wrapping around her as it grew closer.

An arm wrapped itself around her and pulled Giorno onto her side. The open-air on her wet face felt like a sudden gust of wind blowing into her room during the winter. Long, sharp nails trailed along her scalp and sent tremors up and down her spine. She wanted to look at who it was but she didn’t. Fear and comfort battled inside her mind as the voice murmured soft, sweet words to her that lulled her back to sleep.

The last thing she saw was a beautiful, unworldly yet all too familiar woman with golden hair and a sharp smile.

Mama.’

Giorno wasn’t sure of what she saw back then but she knew now that she was right. As she rolled onto her side, she was greeted with the sight of her other mother, DIO, laying next to her. The photograph she had of her as a child didn’t do her justice. It didn’t show Giorno much of DIO to begin with, aside from her strong back and the birthmark on her shoulder. Her mother was beautiful and that’s all Giorno cared about.

It was all she cared about now as well.

“Hello, Madre,” Giorno whispered.

She could practically hear DIO’s lips curl into a smile in the darkness. “Hello, beloved.”

The sound of footsteps against the ground rang in Giorno’s ears then the rustling of silk soon followed. The bed dipped under DIO’s powerful and statuesque frame. She was ethereal even in the low, flickering light. She seemed to glow as Giorno stared into her bewitching eyes. Everything about her seemed to radiate beauty. It made Giorno’s hair stand on its very ends. It was something deep and instinctual.

She should be terrified of her mother.

No being could be this perfect, after all.

It was as if her beauty, as breathtaking and world-stopping as it was, could be compared to the bright colors that poisonous creatures had. Danger dripped from every word she spoke. Every little syllable. Every little sound. DIO’s voice washed over your skin like water that was both so cold that it was scalding and so hot that it was freezing.

Still, Giorno reached out for DIO as she sat up. One arm wrapped around her mother’s neck as the other ghosted along her chest, shoulders, and then neck. The pads of her slender fingers ran along the deep scar around her neck. Where did this come from? She so badly wanted to know but every second wasted asking such questions was a second of not being touched.

Greedily, Giorno dove into DIO’s neck. Her lips hungrily kissed and suckled against where her pulse should have been. The warmth of her breath was highlighted even more by the coolness of her skin. Even in Giorno’s dreams, DIO couldn’t be one with the living.

She didn’t understand why.

“Needy tonight, aren’t we, beloved?” DIO asked with a chuckle.

If it were any other night... One where Giorno wasn’t plagued with a need to forget everything and everyone in the waking world, she would have blushed.

Or perhaps tried to play it cool.

Right now though?

She didn’t have the patience, so, she pulled herself up DIO’s body and silenced her laughter with a clumsy kiss. In the real world, unless DIO used the industry’s finest color, her lipstick would have smudged and stained Giorno’s lips from how desperate and sloppy the kiss was. She huffed as her mother laughed into her mouth. Still, DIO returned the kiss.

Her strong hands stroked Giorno’s back and suddenly her clothes had fallen into ribbons that melted away the second they hit the sheets. The sensation of cool hands against flushed, heated skin made Giorno gasp. DIO’s hands traveled further along her daughter’s sweat-dampened body before slipping between her slim legs.

A wet squelch echoed through the dark room before Giorno could even react to the sensation. A long finger slipped into her folds. Her hips rocked against her hand as it wriggled as deeply as possible. DIO’s thumb stroked along her puffy lips, vaguely disturbing her sparse pubic hair, before ghosting her clit. Somehow, being teased in such a place felt just as intense as a full-on assault. Each thrust inside her made Giorno’s hips buck against her clit. Each bump sent lightning crackling through every little nerve inside her slight body.

Giorno’s golden curls bounced as she pulled away from the kiss. High-pitched, girlish moans spilled from her kiss-swollen lips. Her now watery blue eyes squeezed themselves shut as her mother forced more and more squeals of delight from deep within her belly. No one else ever got to see her like this.

Seeing Giorno Giovanna in such a state was like a private concert for DIO and no one but DIO.

“Are you ready for me, beloved?”

“Please... Please, Madre! Yes! I... I want... n-need—!!!”

Immediately, she was silenced with another kiss. DIO slipped her hand away from Giorno’s needy pussy as she laid her daughter onto her back. Any whines or moans were muffled by her painted lips and probing tongue. Once she was flat on her back, DIO pulled away to strip. If you could even call it stripping.

Once again, her clothes had turned into ribbons of light before disappearing. Her body, firm and strong and powerful, was on full display. Pristine alabaster stretched across ripping muscles that looked like they were sculpted by Pygmalion himself. Golden hair that radiated like a halo with piercing golden eyes that dissected and analyzed every inch of Giorno’s body and soul. Her lips, pillowy and oh-so-kissable, quirked into a smile as she positioned herself between Giorno’s legs.

Her cock landed on Giorno’s pelvis with a light ‘smack’ that echoed like church bells in the almost empty room. Giorno panted. Her pulse quickened as her heart throbbed so much that she should have worried about it bursting. Anticipation ate away at what little lucidity she had left.

Finally, DIO moved. Her hands reached for the back of her knees and pushed them flush against Giorno’s chest. The tip of her cock stroked along her daughter’s wet slit and made her nearly wail. Pure nonsense fell from Giorno’s lips.

Madre. Madre. Madre. DIO. DIO. DIO. Madre. Dio. Madre. Dio.

It was like a prayer.

One that DIO mercifully answered.

She pushed inside of Giorno and stretched her to her very limits. It didn’t matter how many times she took her mother, it was always an overwhelming ride. The moments before she took her to the very base were like the unbearable seconds at the top of a drop ride, just waiting for the inevitable. Except, this time, Giorno wanted it. She craved it. Every fiber of her body, every little atom, and ion that made up her flesh, needed to be ruined and cleansed by her mother’s presence. As if she sensed this, DIO slammed her hips forward and bottomed out inside of Giorno.

Strangled, surprised moans tore themselves from her throat as she was fucked into the mattress. Her mother’s nails scratched and dug into the flesh. Her chest felt tight from the pressure of her knees against her chest but she didn’t care.

More. More. More. More.

Giorno cried out into the abyss. Her voice bounced off the walls as each powerful thrust sent ripples through her slim body and made her modest breasts bounce the best they could in this position. She tried to squirm and arch her back but couldn’t. She was at the mercy of her mother.

Her beautiful, ethereal, unworldly mother.

Each second was an eternity. Each second was too short. Eternity wouldn’t be enough. It would never be enough.

Her body felt as if it was going to burn from the inside out.

Stars exploded in the corners of Giorno’s hazy vision as her mother effortlessly fucked her.

More. More. More. More!

Hotter and hotter she burned. Almost painful spikes of pleasure drove themselves into her core and sent jolts of pure sensation through every nerve. She writhed as her toes curled so tightly that her legs quaked under her mother.

It was too much.

It wasn’t enough.

More! More! More! More!

It was all Giorno could think before white washed over her vision. Her body felt so heavy that she thought she’d fall into the center of the earth while being so light that she’d float into the heavens. Everything was too fast or too slow. Her orgasm ripped through her slight form as her eyes rolled back and her body trembled.

As suddenly as she appeared in this room in between worlds—how else was she supposed to describe this—Giorno felt herself fading away into the darkness.

“I love you, Giorno.”

“Ti amo troppo, madre...”


“Are you okay, Giorno? You were making a lot of... noise.”

Giorno jolted awake. Sweat poured down her face and neck as light poured into her eyes. Panicked, her eyes flickered across the room to see Coco Jumbo’s stand and the rest of Team Bucciarati. Blood buzzed in her ears as it rushed to her face, staining it a deep red, as she crossed her legs.

“Y-yes, I... just had a... an intense dream.”