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webofpassione · 2 years

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Markings

Abbacchio x Reader

Content Warnings: NSFW Content, AFAB Reader, References to Polygamy, Choking

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When you arrived home and glanced at the clock to see the late hour, your exhaustion crept up on you in a wave.

The entire day had been a rush of nothing fun nor entertaining. You dropped your keys on the table without bothering to lock the door and went walking around to check if anybody else was home.

After a day like your one, you needed to enjoy some company. Maybe curl into Giorno’s side while he read something? Or you could invite Narancia to help you cook which was always messy but never boring. If Bucciarati was working, you didn’t mind bringing a chair over and sleeping on his shoulder either.

Unfortunately, your plans were ruined by nobody at all being in the house.

You checked every room as though somebody was going to jump out at you from behind a curtain. When everything was quiet, you went into a few rooms and scooped up the first one of Mista’s sweaters you found.

Pulling it on, you felt just a little better – even if it wasn’t anywhere as comfortable as an actual hug.

You grumpily made yourself some hot chocolate and wondered if you should call. They were probably busy so you refrained even if it was tempting.

The kitchen was very urban in design with a window that allowed a breath-taking view of the surrounding neighbourhood. You pulled yourself up onto the counter and sat there, warming your hands on the counter.

The wind outside was blowing quite roughly. Giggling to yourself, you watched an umbrella float through the air.

You didn’t see where it landed because the sound of keys outside made your heart beat a little faster – excitement building as you realised somebody was home.

Abbacchio walked in, closing the door behind him. He pushed his hair back with one hand, the grimace on his face showing the day hadn’t been a good one. It probably had to do with the change in his usual daily wear.

The black trench coat was flattering though. It suited him well; matching the shirt beneath which seemed a little too tight. Probably stolen from Bucciarati, if you were to take a guess.

“Hey,” you greeted. “Long day?”

He gave a grunt as acknowledgement, brushing past you to grab a mug from the cupboard. “Why are you sitting on the counter?”

You shrugged half-heartedly and continued to nurse your hot chocolate. “I’m enjoying the view.”

He peered around you, glancing out the window as though expecting to see something aside from the same houses that were always there. They had started lighting up now as the sun faded behind the hills.

“We have a perfectly good couch.”

“It’s nowhere near as cool and dramatic to sit on the couch,” you said.

He snorted and made himself some coffee before leaning next to you so that your legs bumped against his side.

The two of you just stayed there in silence. You watched the clouds while Abbacchio stared at the wall, lost in thought. It was comforting to have him so close. A few strands of his hair were running away so you smoothed them down. He leaned back into your touch just a little and your heart fluttered at the motion.

“Abba,” you said after the sun had fully set; both of your mugs now empty and the kitchen quickly darkening.

He hummed in acknowledgement.

“We should go somewhere,” you offered. “There’s this really nice place I walked past earlier that I think will have amazing food.”

“Bruno should be home soon. The two of you can go. I’ve had enough of people for one day.”

You shuffled forward, leaning against him more heavily. This close, you could smell that scent that was just so perfectly Abbacchio. “Maybe another night then?” you asked. “We could get dressed up and go out.”

“If that’s really what you want.”

Grinning, you put your head on his shoulder for a second before beginning to shuffle off the counter. You were stopped suddenly when he turned and placed his arms on either side of you, caging you in and crowding you against the counter. It sent a spark through your veins as your heart sped up.

The shadows cast upon Abbacchio’s face by the fading light made him look strikingly intimidating. His eyes practically shone in the dimness and you swallowed a little.

“You’ve been doing a lot of individual events lately,” he acknowledged.

You put on a coyer expression, smiling at the implication in his voice. “I have? It must have slipped my mind.”

He raised an eyebrow. How he managed to look so utterly disinterested while pinning you to a counter was impressive. Your legs parted and he moved between them to be closer still; the entire thing feeling a little like an interrogation.

“I don’t have an ulterior motive for asking you to dinner,” you promised. It was the truth; you hadn’t thought about it in such a way.

“Sure.”

“Honestly, I don’t. At least, I didn’t.” You lifted your one leg up, tracing the outline of his body as you did so.

Abbacchio’s doubt was written into his features. He made a point of looking you up and down, taking in the way you were pushing yourself forward.

“I wasn’t implying anything with the dinner invite,” you assured. “But right now…”

He barked out a laugh. It was a harsh sound – something he used when he was in disbelief about a stupid plan. “What? You want me to fuck you in the kitchen?”

“Oh, come on,” you teased, wrapping your legs around him properly and pulling him tighter against you. “I’m the classy type, you know. At least buy me dinner.”

The kitchen counter was cold beneath you but Abbacchio’s sneer set you ablaze. You wanted nothing more than to sink your teeth into that lip he was curling.

“Classy?” he scoffed. Your breath caught as he grabbed a fistful of your hair, dragging your head back a little. “Of course, how could I forget? Things like cars and desks aren’t your style.” He leaned in close, his voice deep and rumbling in your ear. “And you’d never dream of being so fucking desperate that you’d do it on a filthy forest floor.”

You tried to smile coyly but the heat between your legs was making that difficult. “It takes the minimum of a yacht to get through to me.”

He rolled his eyes, taking your chin in his hand and holding you tight. “I’m going to make you forget your own name.”

There was a witty response somewhere in your mind. You’d had it in your grasp but Abbacchio didn’t let you say it. He kissed you so hard that your mind swam; his grip on your jaw tight enough to leave marks. A slight copper taste punctuated everything and left you dizzily grasping at his coat.

You were a little embarrassed at the needy sound that left you when you felt him push against your core. It was so whiny and pleading.

“Leone,” you whimpered when he finally let you take in a breath. “It’s cold here.”

He wasted no time in pulling you off the counter, supporting your weight so easily that it made you melt a little inside. You reconnected your lips with his, tangling your fingers in his hair as he carried you through to the bedroom.

The noises you were making must have been getting to him because he was a little unsteady as he walked.

That was only magnified when you started pushing his jacket off his shoulders and he broke the kiss to scowl at you. “Stolta,” he snapped. “Do you want me to drop you?”

You giggled a little, rubbing the bottom of his lip where his lipstick was starting to smear.

He practically dropped you on the bed before finishing your haphazard job of getting his coat off. You watched with great appreciation until he asked what you were staring at, your response lost as you moved to kiss him.

As if to taunt you, he kept things slow, his thumb rubbing circles against the side of your neck. Your hands slipped beneath his shirt. His entire body was chilled – probably from being outside the whole day – and you were planning on fixing that. You lightly scratched at the muscles, smug about the half-stopped noise he made.

Abbacchio moved away and the fire behind his eyes made you squirm. The hand on your throat shifted a little, pressure increasing as he watched you.

“Yes or no?” he asked, punctuating the words with a small squeeze.

“Fuck yes.”

He dropped his hand and you whined in disappointment. Slowly, he straightened and pulled off his shirt, allowing his hair to cascade down his back like a waterfall. “If you want me to stop, you tell me.”

“That is not going to happen,” you promised.

Your back hit the mattress and he latched onto your neck, working a dark mark right behind your ear. You panted encouragement, dragging your nails along his back and tangling them into his hair as he bit down hard.

It wasn’t long before what remained of your clothing was shed. Abbacchio ran his fingers along your soaked core, smirking at the way your hips buck involuntarily.

He brought his hand up to your mouth and when you immediately swirled your tongue over the mess, he let out a restrained grunt.

“How do you want me?” you panted as he continued to leave marks over your skin.

“I’m trying to decide that,” he said, biting harshly atop a yellowing bruise from a few days ago. “If you’re not good at using your mouth by now… well, that would just be sad.”

“Hey –“ you started to complain.

He lifted his head to look down at you, pride colouring his expression. “When I was thinking about this, I planned for more time before the rest got back. I’m really not in the mood for sharing today.”

“You were planning this?” you asked.

“Not for now specifically. I underestimated how ridiculously insatiable you are.”

You leaned close, winding your arms around his neck like snakes. Like this, his hair fell around your faces. His eyes really were captivating, their steady gradient could have made you do anything. You’d jump from the tallest cliff to see them sparkle like they did when he smiled. He led the kiss, slowly exploring every inch of your mouth while you cooled down a little.

“Leone,” you whispered. “You can’t expect to kiss me the way you do and not turn me on.”

He chuckled. A sharp nip to your earlobe made your breath catch. You nearly choked when he ordered you onto your hands and knees.

More bites were littered across your thighs when you were there, each with a sharp reminder to stop moving. You were sure the mark from earlier was bleeding a little but you didn’t reach up a hand to check it.

You were sure you looked like an absolute wreck with bruises all over and the thought sent a little shock through your systems. Lipstick smeared against your throat and down your chest... smudged across your own kiss-swollen lips.

Leone trailed a touch along your back, grabbing your hair like a leash.

You gasped and groaned all at once as he filled you roughly, the force knocking you forward a little and sending a blissful mixture of pain and pleasure through your body. He didn’t give you any time to adjust. You were a whining mess against him, shaking as he pounded into you from behind.

Just as you were sure your arms were going to give out, a hand wrapped around your throat. Your back was forced to arch as he pulled your head to him; his movements didn’t let up for a second and the new angle drove him deeper and deeper with every thrust.

Stars flashed across your vision as you struggled to get oxygen. You tried to move with him but it was impossible to keep time with the harsh pace splitting you open.

“Leone,” you moaned.

“What?” he growled in your ear; his voice so raspy that it had you whining.

You brought both your hands up to grab at the one around your throat. His grip was tight, undoubtedly leaving fingerprint bruises across the skin. For a second, he must had thought you wanted him to let go because he started loosening his hold. You whined in protest but managed to finally get the word out.

“Harder.”

He practically growled as he slammed into you. Your nails dug into the back of his hand and his arm. A small trickle of blood ran from one of the scratches and your vision started to become blurry.

Words were being whispered into your ear but you couldn’t hear a thing. The heat roaring through your veins was deafening. All you could feel was the shattering rhythm, trying desperately to breathe through it.

He let go and you slumped forward, not bothering to catch yourself as you landed on the sheets. Pushing your face into the sheets, he leaned over to drive himself into you until you were moaning so loudly that you were sure the neighbours could hear.

Your orgasm hit you like a punch to the stomach. The pleasure wrecked your body, leaving you screaming Leone’s name as you came. It was almost painful as you tried to buck against him, finding yourself pinned and unable to.

He didn’t stop thrusting. His every movement against your oversensitive core had you writhing beneath him. The sounds he pulled from your body hurt your throat but you couldn’t stop them if you tried.

He buried himself in you as he came, his groan deep against your back.

The two of you lay, tangled together for the longest time before he pulled out. Every part of your body ached and burned. It felt like you had just run a marathon. You doubted you had the energy to stand, let alone do much else.

“If you give me like ten minutes, we can do that again,” you mumbled.

Leone scoffed as he rolled onto his back. “Right. You good?”

“More than,” you hummed, shifting into his side and running your fingers across his chest.

The lights came on without warning, forcing you to close your eyes where you lay.

“I was wondering if anybody was home,” Bucciarati mentioned, his tone betraying his humour. “All the lights were off.” He took you in with a glance before sighing, “Honestly, Leone, the poor thing’s going to be covered in marks.”

You opened your eyes to smile at him. The dull aches covering your skin were throbbing like the best kind of reminder.

“Good,” Leone said. “That’s the point.”

You let out a soft happy noise and curled closer to him, drifting off into a light nap.

#abbacchio x reader #leone abbacchio #jjba abbacchio #jjba x reader

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joestarwhore · 3 years

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Risotto Nero - A Price to Pay

{Being the only girl in the Bucci Gang has its perks. Your familia loved you, & were fiercely protective- but what’re they supposed to do when another Capo decides to have you to himself? He’s gotta have you.}

{one way or another.}

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“Bucciarati were almost to Napoli, should I head straight for the city or the safe house?”

Fugo’s sharp voice woke you from your nap. You & the team have been traveling for days tracking three stand users who’ve been smuggling contraband out of Passioné’s grasp. So far, the trail has led to Napoli- and to make it worse, no one knows what they look like. But luckily, you had the name of the man in charge of the operation.

“Go to the safe house. They’re not going to move anything in broad daylight, & we haven’t been able to stop for an actual break.” Bruno circled the location on Fugo’s map. “We can spare a few hours.”

You looked to your right to see Mista asleep against the window, drool slowly coming out of his mouth. You would’ve laughed if you had any right to, with the glimpse of yourself you caught in the rear view you were surprised no one woke you up with a camera flash.

You stretched your neck side to side, your movements slowly bringing your body back to life. You could hear Giorno, Abbachio, and Narancia gently start stirring to life as Bruno continued to talk about the location, not being able to keep in their loud ass yawns. Well, honestly, that was only Narancia’s problem.

Bruno swiveled the seat to face the back, his perfect black bob not moving an inch while he does it. “Now that we’re in Napoli, it’s time to be debriefed about our current situation. Would one of you please wake Mista?”

Abbachio wasted no time to slap Mista in the back of the head, causing Mista to lurch forward with a yelp. His hand immediately went to the back of his head as he whipped around towards Abbachio. “What the hell, you dumbass!! What was that for??”

“For debriefing you idiot, pay attention.”

You giggled, resulting in a hearty “Shut up!” from Mista. After Bruno’s scolding, he started to explain the facts.

“The intelligence we received stated that the man controlling the contraband operation is a Capo. His name is Risotto Nero, the leader of La Squandra. He’s been known to defy the Familia before, so it’d make sense that he would be the one running this show.”

Bruno’s face slowly grimmed as he continued, pausing after he spoke. “While he is a traitor to the Familia, he is also one of the most powerful Capo’s in the organization. Not just because of his title, but because of his stand.”

The tension grew substantially.

“What’s his stand, Boss? Does anyone have an idea?” Narancias question rung in the air like a bell.

“No. Because no ones lived to tell about it.”

The chill that ran down your spine was unnerving. No one knows what his stand is?? No one has even the slightest idea?? How can that be?

“Boss, how’re we supposed to find this cazzo when all we have to go on is a name?” you ask, “How’re we supposed to defend ourselves against a stand that no one has ever beat?”

“By keeping your stand close. Giorno’s Golden Wind can sense life, and Narancia can track anything that breathes. Abbachio’s Moody Jazz could very well be our ace in the hole, if we can simply find where he’s been- but that’s hard to do when you’re following a ghost.”

God, that wasn’t reassuring.

Soon, Fugo’s road rage landed you at the safe house, a 3 story cabin in the middle of the woods. Mista’s excitement blossomed as soon as he saw the giant flatscreen through the window, everyone else’s did when they finally got to leave the stuffy ass van.

Abbachio helped you out of the car, letting you hang on to his arm until you’ve cracked all the bones you needed to feel relief. “Thank you Abba, I’ve been needing to do that for a while now!”

Abbachio threw you a smirk. “Yeah yeah don’t get gross on me.” He could throw up any facade he wants- you see right through his badass tough guy wall. You gave him a grin back, & grabbed your duffel bag out from under your seat. You looked back to see that the other boys had already made it inside, Bruno & Giorno already setting up the radio & laptops to start working.

Bruno def wasn’t playing around when he was looking for a place to buy. This was the nicest cabin you had ever seen, pure dark wood walls with marble flooring, a grand staircase with a BEAUTIFUL bay window?? Capo DEFINITELY had perks.

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[3:33 AM]

You bolted awake as thunder and lightning surrounded your bedroom. Your mind frantic as the open curtains revealed howling winds and light flashing through the skies.

You took some deep breaths and calmed yourself down. It’s only a storm, nothing to- why was your door open?

Adrenaline started to churn in your stomach as you swung your legs over your bed. You stepped carefully towards the hallway, peeking down to see that everyone else’s doors were open too. You tip toed down, peering into Bruno & Abbachio’s rooms, seeing them both empty; and upon further inspection, so were Giorno’s and Mista’s. Narancia and Fugo’s following suit.

Where the fuck is everyone, and why are you not with them?

You back tracked down the hall, your legs shaking as you slowly walked down the stairs.

Were you being attacked?

The lightning lit your path down the stairs as you kept your eyes peeled for anything out of place. As you came down to the first platform, the stench of blood overwhelmed your senses, making your eyes grown wide and your hand go over your mouth and nose. This cannot be real, why is blood in the air??

“You know when I first saw you, I thought you were an angel among the saints & sinners of Napoli.”

Your hand gripped the banister as you stood in defense, looking everywhere for the source of the deep voice. Who was that?? Where the fuck is your team??

“& Then I saw Ghiaccio getting in a fight with another Mafioso. I thought it was just one of Bucciaratis boys, but oh was i so close yet so wrong.”

You slowly made your way down stairs, “I guess your a big fan of mine then, quite a shame I can’t see where you are for such occasion.”

A deep chuckle resonated through the estate. “Our life together will be wonderful, I am very sure.”

“The fuck are you-“

Your stomach dropped.

The blood. The gashes. The gore.

All of the boys were hanging by their hands, bloody chains protruding from their wrists and connecting them to the ceiling. Blood oozed from Fugos mouth, while Narancias unconscious form clearly had a broken nose and extreme loss of blood. They all were simply.. hanging by a thread.

“Jesus fucking Christ.. you’re fuc-fucking kidding..”

Invisible hands hold onto your sides as your body freezes in shock, the pressure and heat of them telling you they were quite large. Your heart beater out of your chest as you felt a muscular set of abs press against your back, those hands weaving over your chest to hold down your arms.

“Do you see, Amore? Do you see how powerful I am compared to them?” Your eyes tore away from the bloodied boys, closing them as tightly as you could. “When I saw how powerful you were and how you carried yourself, I knew we were soul mates. I had to have you. I had to have your body, your mind,” His hand rubbed gently against your clothes crotch, shooting heated adrenaline to your core, “& your pretty little cunt just full of my kids.”

Your cheeks turned violently red as you staggered to breathe. “Who..are you..”

Lips pressed against your temple as a deep chuckle vibrated your body. “Darling, I’m the whole reason you’re out here.”

Your heart froze.

“Risotto?? It’s you?!”

Suddenly two black clothed muscular arms appeared around you, one of them tilting your chin back to reveal two black and red eyes staring straight at you. “Surprised, Cara?”

You started to panic, the danger of your situation settling in. Bruno, Giorno, all of the boys, were out of action. There was no help for you, and you couldn’t summon your stand like this. Was this simply the end? Was he just saving you for last for his sick fantasy??

“Please.. what do you even want from me??”

Risotto put your hands behind your back and tied them together. “What I’ve wanted since I saw you; a life. With just you & me.” He placed you on a chair, kneeling before you with his hands tracing you and your skin. Your breath hitched as he ran over certain spots, his eyes growing darker and darker the more you react. You had to do something, you couldn’t let your family be killed over someone’s obsession over you.

“I’m going with you whether I like it or not, right?”

Risotto chuckled a humorless laugh. “A smart one! Oh i like that, I like that. Maybe our kids will get that trait.”

Dread sunk in your stomach. There’s no escape, is there?

“If I go with you, willingly with no struggle- will you allow me to use my stand on them so they atleast don’t die of their injuries?”

Risotto stared at you, looking for any sign of betrayal, but he wasn’t gonna find anything. You knew there wasn’t a way out, and you knew you didn’t stand a chance in hell against him. Atleast if you can save the boys, there wouldn’t be any death.

“Fine. But one slip up, Amore, and I’ll make your condition worse than theirs.”

Risotto unbinded your arms, helping you stand up and get your balance again. You walked towards the boys until you were a few meters away from them. You could sense their shallow breathing from your powers, you knew if you were gonna do this you had to act fast.

“Iron Maiden.”

A steam punk victorian girl emerged behind you, wielding a glowing white scythe, its jet black hair flowing behind her.

“Scythes Blessing.”

Iron Maiden hovered to the front of you, your scythe glowing bright white as it swung a mass of energy towards them all. Their wounds mended together, the blood returning to their bodies. After the act was done, the boys passed out on the floor, surely to wake up in a few hours.

“Now, we start our life, my sweet angel.”

Tears silently went down your cheeks as you turned to the beautiful, evil man. His eyes showed a softness towards you as he extended his giant hand. Your dainty one took his, holding it as he led you to the door.

“Where are you taking me?”

Risotto swung open the huge doors to reveal the storm still actively raging, his matte black sports car in the circle drive. “Home, cara. Our home.”

You hurried to get in his front seat, Risotto closing your door and going to the drivers door. He got in, revving the car to life and pulled the car out of the drive way. Risotto placed his hand on your thigh as he took you away from the estate. Your heart hurt for your boys, but this was for the best, right? Atleast this way they’re safe. They’re safe.

“Say your goodbyes Cara. Your life starts over with me.”

“Only me.”

#jojos bizzare adventure yandere #n/s/f/w jjba #vento aureo #yandere jjba #yandere risotto #la squadra #risotto headcanons #risotto nero

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mimizepp · 3 years

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a quiet birthday

a little one shot for our beloved abba! soft n spicy

it’s your boyfriend’s birthday and he was, of course, slightly opposed to any sort of celebration for himself. that being said, he didn’t seem to mind having close friends join for dinner. you planned the night in conversation with bruno, deciding for the guys to join you at leone’s place for a nice night in. leone was confused when he heard a knock at the door, but the look he gave you as he invited them inside told you everything. he was happy.

bruno helped you prepare dinner with all of leone’s favorites, including a homemade margheita pizza that he seemed very excited for. from your view in the kitchen, leone seemed well entertained by some crazy story mista was telling.

“you’re good for him.” bruno told you in earnest, “really. he’s never enjoyed when we’ve tried to celebrate with everyone.”

you returned his words with a smile, “i think we just got lucky today.” you remember the way you woke him late in the morning, whispering ‘happy birthday, leone.’ to his fatigued form as your fingers traced along the hem of his purple boxers. he’d always wanted to be woken up like this, and you’d saved it for his special day.

you sucked and kissed softly at his neck, allowing him to get hard as he grew needy under your lips. he groaned lowly, stirring a bit once he realized what you were doing. ‘amore-’ you silenced his deep mumble with a heavy, drawn out kiss. you grasped the base of his cock and could sense the excitement behind his closed eyes, still continuing at a teasing pace.

“we’re starting with gifts right?“

“hm?” you suppose you’ll have to reminisce some other time.

the get together went smoothly. nobody put too much attention on the man of the night, just as he preferred it. he did allow the antsy stares during gift time though, yours amusing him most. you had gifted him a new pair of purple heaphones, a fancy type that was used commercially in music production and other things of the sort. you also got leone some vinyl records of spanish operatic vocalist montserrat caballe, a shared favorite between the two of you.

rather than singing ‘happy birthday’ and blowing out candles, the annual ceremony was done with some glasses of an aromatic wine and a small toast to leone. the way he blushed before thanking everyone was almost too much for your heart to handle.

the night continues with everyone gathered in the sitting room, just hanging around and enjoying the ambience for some time. you’re speaking with mista and narancia about some gag they’re planning to pull on fugo. based on what they’ve told you, it’s not going to end well.

for a moment you look over at your boyfriend. he appears lost in his own little world, not necessarily detached but he appears content. your expression softens at the sight... how you love your leone. you decide to join him on the sofa, first greeting him with a gentle kiss on the forehead. you settle at his side, leone watching with a warm glow as you rest your head on his shoulder. “thank you.”

“aw. baby, it’s your special day, no need to thank me.” you hold his hand and trace small circles on his palm, “you deserve nothing less.”

baby. he loves when you call him that. if nobody else was around he’d allow himself to melt in your arms. leone loves being loved. you’ve shown him, countless times, how deserving he is of all things good in the world. you’re the person that’s helped him love again.

after a little while longer the guys announce their leave, once more giving abbacchio their well wishes. bruno hangs back a moment longer than everyone else, speaking to leone for a moment before offerring a small embrace. they join you at the door as you wave giorno off, bruno letting you know he’ll be texting later.

once you see bruno out, leone shuts the door and quickly falls onto you, making you gasp under his rough kisses. his hands run lustfully all over your body, stopping to grope your curves multiple times.

“w-wait,” you giggle, turning away from his lips for a chance to speak, “i have one more surprise for you.“

“oh?“ his eyes turn from longing to predatory, “must be pretty special if you had to wait so long...“ he leans into you, whispering before softly nibbling your ear, “show me, cara.”

you shudder excitedly under leone’s hot breath before leading him to his bedroom, where you retrieve a sizable black box tied with a silk ribbon. leone raises an eyebrow, interest clearly piqued. you sit beside him on the bed and watch him open the gift.

his eyes widen hungrily at the sight before him, “well, it is my birthday. i deserve nothing less... isn’t that right, troia?” by the evocative tone in his voice and sudden grip on your waist, you know you’re in for quite a ravenous celebration.

#jjba #jjba part 5 #jjba vento aureo #jojos bizarre adventure #jojo vento aureo #vento aureo #abbacchio #leone abbacchio

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cuppalevi · 4 years

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Blue Guitar | Chapter 1: Feast Your Eyes

Series Summary: Leone Abbacchio's trying his best to get his shit together for Narancia. But when Narancia ends up inviting him to a concert he's playing for, Leone ends up under the sheets of the popstar, Bruno Buccellati. It turns out dating a popstar has complications. Especially when a certain someone named Diavolo has tricks up his sleeves.

Chapter 1 Summary: Leone Abbacchio gets invited to Bruno Buccellati’s concert by Narancia and he steals a pack of oranges from Giorno.

Fandom: Jojo’s Bizarre Adventure

Pairing: Leone Abbacchio x Bruno Buccellati

AO3 Link | Masterlist

“You should go! You’re always at home.” Narancia remarked as he pressed down on the buttons of his Playstation controller, eyes trained on the television screen before him as he raced his F-Mega car against a computer opponent.

Grumbling, Leone flipped the pancake he was cooking on the stove for them, satisfied (and proud of himself) when the pancake was a good, golden brown color. “I like staying at home.”

Leone Abbacchio once worked as a policeman. Ever since he was charged for being a dirty cop for accepting bribery and letting his partner die in a stakeout, his life has gone downhill. It seemed that the only thing able to numb his pain was alcohol.

Narancia rolled his eyes, “Ugh, you’re such an old man.”

Narancia Ghirga was the only driving force that kept Leone from going crazy. When he had taken Narancia in, he was determined to get his act straight for the teenager. Narancia was a teenage runaway he met when he was drinking his ass off at the pub.

The raven-haired teen was strumming his guitar two seats away from Leone at the minibar when a random dude yelled at the teen to stop playing the guitar.

At first, Leone just minded his own business- with no intentions to get involved. But when he heard the thud of the guitar fall down to the floor, he looked in the teenager's direction. His eyes widened when he saw the boy's head whipping to the side when this guy had punched him.

Enraged, Leone had stood up from his stool and with no remorse, landed a swift punch to the offender.

"Why don't you pick on someone your own size?" Leone grunted, wiping the corner of his mouth with the back of his hand.

He was still definitely drunk.

Before he knew it, he had gotten himself into a brawl that the manager had broken apart. Resulting in being kicked out of the pub with a bruised eye and an aching torso.

"You didn't have to do that you know."

The man turned to see the teenager he had taken multiple hits for. He was looking down at the stone pavement, as he fiddled with his hands.

"A thank you would have sufficed. Got my ass kicked thanks to you." Leone rolled his eyes, wincing as he tried to straighten his posture, only to crouch and aid his stricken stomach.

The teen furrowed his brows, "I didn't even ask for your help. You could have just let them and you wouldn't have gotten hurt."

Leone clicked his tongue, "Yeah, well, guys like him are scums anyway. Picking on a kid." His stomach hurt badly, and the hospital was miles away from where they were now. Maybe he could just sleep it off, Leone thought. It’s probably not that bad.

The teen raised his head to look at Leone with furrowed brows and a frown on his lip, "I'm not a kid."

"Just go home already. Your parents are probably worried sick," Gruffed Leone, taking slow strides as he began the route back to his apartment.

"Tch. Padre doesn't care, he doesn't even bother looking for me. I ran away from home." The teenager had started walking along with him, his purple eyes glinting under the moonlight as the took each step. “I’m Narancia, by the way.”

“Leone Abbacchio,” The adult replied, turning his head at Narancia.

The boy seemed lonely, to be honest. If he did run away from home, then it’s most likely he’s got nowhere to stay. Leone contemplated if he should look for a place for Narancia to stay, seeing as sleeping in the streets wouldn’t suffice.

“Have you got any relatives you could stay with?” Asked Leone, swiping his bangs away from his face as the apartment complex had started come to view.

Narancia shook his head, “Nope. Nobody.”

Leone sighed, his heart overcoming his mind, “You can stay at mine for the time being.” He missed the way that Narancia raised his head and looked at the adult beside him with hope in his eyes.

That was two years ago when Narancia was fifteen. At first, Leone wasn’t fond of the idea of having another mouth to feed when he can barely sustain himself. But it just seemed that his sympathy broke through his walls and let the teenager live with him. Even so, Leone would never admit it, but he was damn glad he picked up Narancia that night.

Leone scoffed, “ Sta 'zitto, I’m too busy trying to find a new job to go to a concert.” He switched the stove off and placed the two plates with a stack of pancakes on the small dining table right by the kitchen.

When the teen heard the clink of plates against the wooden table, he paused his game, removing the headphones that sat on his ears and headed to the dining table where Leone was drizzling maple syrup over his meal.

“You’ll get to see me play my guitar upstage and you even get a VIP pass for backstage.” Narancia grinned as he sat down on a seat, inhaling the scent of the freshly cooked pancake presented before him.

Leone handed the teen the bottle of maple syrup, “I’ve seen you play your guitar hundreds of times.”

Narancia pointed his fork at him, his head leaning against the palm on his hand as it rested on the surface. “That’s different. This time I’m playing it in front of hundreds of people. It’s my first gig, Abba.”

The long-haired man hummed, “And I’m proud of you, definitely. But do you really want this old man spoiling your fun?”

Narancia rolled his eyes, stuffing his mouth with pancakes. “You’re not gonna be spoiling my fun, besides, I want you to meet Buccellati and the band.”

Leone sighed- this kid is relentless- “Don’t speak when your mouth is full. The band? Band of troublemakers you mean?”

“The good kind of troublemakers, Abbacchio.” Narancia smirked, “Come on! Please? Pretty please?” Then he turned to the grown-up with a smile. The kind of smile that a child makes when they want something. That cute, irresistible, innocent smile that Narancia had mastered which makes it hard for Leone to say NO to.

Leone clicked his tongue.

“Okay, I’ll clean Blues’ litter box and feed her for one whole week.” Narancia compromised, eyes beaming at the adult.

Leone hummed, squinting his eyes as he pursed his lips in thought. “Two weeks.” He countered.

“Deal!” Narancia grinned, taking another bite of his pancake as he internally cheered for himself.

Chuckling, Leone gulped down a glass of orange juice as he watched Narancia eat his pancakes happily. Although he would much rather stay at home, he can’t lie that he’s excited to see Naranicia play upstage. Leone remembered the day the teenager had been so excited when he announced that he landed a job as an acoustic guitarist in Bruno Buccellati’s band.

Suddenly, the two hear a loud meow. They whip their heads to the source and see the black-furred feline, Moody Blues. Her bright blue eyes staring at the two adults as she climbed down from the window sill and approached the dining table.

“Well look who’s back from her nightly adventures.” Leone commented.

Moody Blues hopped onto Leone’s lap and purred. The cat rubs her head on Leone’s chest and releases another meow.

Narancia had been coming home from school once when he heard tiny cries coming from the alleyway he passed on the route home. Curiously, the teen approached the source of the sound and found a cardboard box just resting beside a trash bin. And when he looked in, he saw a frail kitten, crying for something-- most probably her mama or maybe some food.

The kitten reminded him of himself before Leone had generously taken him in. So without a second thought, he carried the box home. Of course, Leone was surprised to see Narancia come through the door with a kitten, telling the teen that they weren’t capable of taking care of a pet.

"Please Abba? I promise to take good care of her!" Narancia had begged him with tear-filled eyes.

And since Leone hated seeing Narancia cry, Leone sighed and eventually gave in. Eventually working out ways on how they’d take care of the kitten.

It really should be a crime of how persuasive Narancia was.

It had been two years since then, the cat which Leone named Moody Blues was purring on his lap.

“She’s practically gone all the time. Wonder what she’s doing out on the streets.” Narancia mentioned, finished up the last of his pancakes.

Leone scratched the back of the feline’s ears, “At least she comes back home. Oh, and your two weeks begin now.”

Narancia groaned but stood up nonetheless, heading to the cupboard where they kept the cat food. He opened up the bag and poured a good amount onto the dark purple food bowl with a silver “Moody Blues” printed on. After that, he placed the food bowl down on the floor and called on Moody Blues.

“Here you go, girl,” Narancia called.

The cat hopped down from Leone’s lap and crawled towards Narancia. She released a meow as she rubbed herself on the legs of the teen, purring thankfully for the meal he’s given her.

“Right, what time is this concert?” Leone questioned as he got up and collected the plates and glasses to wash them up in the sink.

“Well we should be there at 7:30 PM since the band and I need some last-minute rehearses. Buccellati is also treating us to dinner,” Narancia said, “But the concert starts at 9.”

“I don’t even know who this Buccellati is,” Leone remarked as he started up washing the dishes.

Narancia had gone back to his game, determined to win against the F-Mega computer opponent. “You’re always listening to Monteverdi, you hardly get to listen to new songs.”

Leone rolled his purple-yellow eyes, “I didn’t know we were questioning my music tastes.”

"Seriously though, you should start listening to Buccellati. He's got great songs."

"I'll consider it." Were Leone's last words before the rest of the morning was met in silence.

It was now 7 in the morning, Leone was just getting ready to go to the grocery store. After Leone had finished up in the bathroom, he called Narancia from the living room who- to no surprise- was still glued to his gaming console and told him to get ready for school.

In his defense, it was way too early to play video games.

The man stood in front of his dresser, brushing down his mane of pale hair. When he first applied to the police force, his hair was trimmed in a crew cut. But since he wasn’t a cop anymore and months have passed, his hair progressed to grow quite quickly. Before he knew it, it went past his shoulder. He found himself liking his long hair so he opted to keep it.

"Abba, can you get those oranges that you always bring home from the store?" He heard Narancia's voice from the open crevice of his bedroom door.

"Of course I can,” Leone had tied a black elastic around his bunched up hair, pulling the mane into a ponytail before he grabs his wallet and exits his bedroom. “Make sure you lock up, okay? And don’t forget your textbooks this time.” He heads to grab his house keys before adorning himself in a black coat.

“Yeah, got them all packed.” Narancia held up his back-pack with a grin. “See ya later, alligator!”

“After a while, crocodile.”

Leone had found himself walking down the aisle of the grocery store, scanning at the different varieties of fruit displayed in front of him. He’s got a shopping cart grasped in his left hand while the other was buried in his coat pocket. He was looking for the oranges that Narancia loved. Once, Leone had brought home said oranges, and ever since, Narancia had become addicted to the fruit.

“It’s got a different kind of sweetness to it,” Narancia had told him when he asked why it became his favorite.

His eyes trailed over the citrus section when his eyes beamed at the packet of the oranges he was looking for. It was the last of the stock as well. As he went to grab the pack, another hand had seized the item. Dismayed, he went to look at the person who grabbed his oranges and they landed on a young, blonde-headed fellow.

“No, signore. Bruno’s supposed to have an interview tomorrow. He won’t be available until then,” The blonde spoke into the receiver of the phone he was holding.

Leone furrowed his brows and clicked his tongue, “Excuse me, I was going to get those-”

But before he could continue speaking, the blonde male raised a finger as if to silence him, conversing with the person he was talking to on the phone. Leone thought the guy looked ridiculous with three large, round curls sat above his forehead as the rest of his hair was braided behind him. He also looked young.

Leone rolled his eyes and crossed his arms.

“ Si, thank you for understanding. Ciao, ” The blonde spoke into the phone and ended the call.

“I got those oranges first,” Leone spoke up, glaring at him.

The kid before him removed the sunglasses he was wearing and set his gaze at Leone. “Is that so? They wouldn’t be in my hand if you got them first.” He raised a brow and gestured to the pack of oranges gripped in his hand.

“I was going to grab them but then you-”

“I don’t have time for your complaints, I’m a busy man and my time is short. Just wait for the next stock,”

Leone fumed, lips curled into a snarl. The blonde was about to walk away but then Leone had pulled him back harshly with a tight grip. “Listen here, brat. I got here first, those oranges are mine.”

The lengths he would go through just to please a troublesome kid at home.

The blonde scoffed, “They’re literally just oranges, get another pack. Now let go of me, please.” He tugged on his arm, trying to free himself from this man’s grip on his arm.

“There’s isn’t another pack because that’s the last one,” Leone growled, “I got here first, now hand them over.” Leone wasn’t one to pick up random fights in the grocery store t get the last pack of oranges. However, in this case, he’s definitely not gonna let some donut-headed blonde take the oranges (That he set his eyes on first) that Narancia had generously asked him to buy.

“Please, let go of me or I’ll call security,” The male calmly replied.

“Shut up, I have a kid at home who wants these oranges. I’ll let go once you hand me the oranges,” Leone was holding himself back from punching this kid.

“ Signore, I grabbed the oranges first. Therefore they’re mine.”

Leone poked the kid’s chest, glaringly. If you could squint, you’d probably see the steam fuming from Leone’s ears from how frustrated he was. “ Bastardo, I have seniority here so what I say goes. Are you still going to decline?”

The blonde peered at Leone, and with one motion, he swats at Leone’s hand that has been poking his chest. He glared back at Leone with glinting green eyes. “I’m afraid things will get ugly if you keep going, signore. Trust me, you don’t know what I’m capable of.” He taunted, tilting his head menacingly as if to threaten Leone.

Gritting his teeth, Leone opened his mouth to speak but he was interrupted by another voice joining their conversation.

“Is there a problem, Giorno?”

The two heads turned to see another male. One clad in exquisite clothing with a stylish fedora that sat on his head and adorned white-framed sunglasses. “We’re meant to be at our destination in five minutes,”

Leone found himself staring at the man. There’s something about him that he can’t put his finger on. He finds himself yearning to see the face behind the shades.

“Apologies, Bruno. This man keeps insisting that I stole his oranges,” Said Giorno, moving away from Leone to approach this man called Bruno, the pack of oranges still in his hand.

Leone frowned, “That’s because you did,” He argued, still set on going home with the said oranges.

“All this ruckus for a pack of oranges, boss?” Bruno hummed at Giorno who rolled his eyes.

“I really did get them first,” Giorno claimed.

A huff leaves Leone’s mouth, “I had my eyes on them first.”

Giorno rolled his eyes once more, “Sure, whatever you say. We’re in a hurry, can we please get this over with?”

“I’m not letting you leave with those,” Leone pointed to the pack of oranges in Giorno’s hand.

“I just wanna get them for my kid,”

Wow, Leone could not believe that he’s started to call Narancia his kid. Oh boy, that kid is certainly gonna be the death of him eventually.

Bruno nudges Giorno at his side, “The guy’s got a kid. We can get oranges at another store,”

Giorno raises an offending brow to the man beside him, “ You asked for the oranges, Bruno. I’m only doing what you asked me to do.”

Bruno lets out a sigh, “As I said, we can get oranges at another store. We’re running out of time as well, I still have do warm-ups before tonight.”

Reluctantly, Giorno shakes his head and tosses the pack of oranges to Leone’s direction.

Fucking finally, Leone cheered in triumph.

“Thanks,” Leone mumbled, putting the pack of oranges to his shopping cart.

“Can we go now?” Giorno impatiently asked Bruno who was eyeing Leone scrutinizingly.

With a quirk at the corner of his mouth, he tipped his head to Leone. “Sorry for the trouble, bello,” He slid the shades down the bridge of his nose to get a better look at Leone.

Leone’s cheeks flushed red at the comment, much to Bruno’s delight. He stared back at the striking blue eyes that seemed to see through his soul.

“We’ll get going now,” Bruno smirked at him, putting the shades back in place- unfortunately (For Leone) covering the beautiful eyes he had- before turning to Giorno and nodding at the direction at the exit.

With one last glance, Bruno looked Leone up and down before walking away with Giorno by his side. Then, Leone released a breath he didn’t know he was holding. His fist was clenched tightly, but it wasn’t out of anger, it was more of due to the pile of shudders crawling up his spine. Admittedly, Bruno had managed to charm him. To the point where a small flicker of hope that Leone would see him again, especially without that brat Giorno.

Leone released a puff of breath, shaking his head and then heading to the counter to pay for those damn oranges.

< To Be Continued I \ I |

#march's fics #jojo golden wind #Bruno Buccellati #leone abbacchio #Narancia Ghirga #Giorno Giovanna #jojo's bizzare adventure golden wind #jjba #fanfic #bruabba #Bruabba fic

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giogio-gucci-gangstar · 4 years

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Escape: Abba xF!Reader x Prosciutto

So this is a pretty dark, but sexy, fic

CW: NSFW cheating, rough sex, emotional abuse, just kinda dark in general?

NSFW 18+ below the line please and thanks

“Leone-” Your call for his name was cut off as he smashes his lips against yours with a bruising pace. Before you can pull away he slips his tongue along your lips and you sink into his arms with a moan. The tall man releases a small grunt of satisfaction as you melt against his body becoming pliable to his desires.

His nimble fingers quickly unfurl the zipper of your dress. Fleetingly you wonder if Bruno had helped his team with zippers before. A small laugh grows in your throat at the blatant disparity between Abbacchio’s capo and yours. Side by side Risotto won out over Bucciarati anyday. But Risotto was nothing compared to his number two, the man who usually was at your side- But not tonight, tonight was a moment of release for yourself. A moment to escape.

Before you could remember his face Abbacchio’s gentle teeth brought you back to the present as he grazed his mouth down your supple neck.

“N-no marks” you manage to spit out before he gets you in real trouble. Not that you weren't already in it right now. But this was quite a fun trouble you realized as you returned your full attention to the stunning man before you.

You take his silver locks into your fingers and run them through a few times before wrapping your fist in it, pulling his face to yours again. You close your eyes and let yourself succumb to the sensation of his dominating kisses.

You gently pulled at his iconic belt, but before you can get a hand on it, Abbacchio thrust into you and pushes you up against the wall of his living room. He slides your legs up and around his back as he scrunches your lacy panties to the side.

He paws at your exposed pussy, grinding the palm of his hand against your clit, allowing your juices to soak his hand. He pulls his wet hand away from your entrance and traces your cool juices down your stomach and around your barely covered breasts.

“Are you excited darling?” He whispers in your ear before you feel the familiar snap of your bra straps being undone. He trails his lips from your neck to your hardening nipples, swirling them around in his mouth, gently grazing them with his teeth until you can’t take it anymore.

“Abba, Abba please” you beg, rubbing yourself against the thigh he’s using to support you.

His lips suddenly leave your skin as he pulls away. You slowly lift your eyes to meet his and realize they’ve turned cold. One word escapes his messy lips,”beg.”

You whimper, “Abba please I need you.”

You feel him growing harder beneath your legs, “You need what?” He repeats pressing you harder against the wall. You release a small moan as the air is pressed from your lungs.

“Y-you, I need you. I need your cock inside me please i can’t take it anymore!” and you lurch forward throwing your arms around his neck as he whisks you up from the hall. You barely notice where you’re going, you’re far too busy burying your face into his silky hair and breathing in the deep woodsy musk of him.

Suddenly you’re flying through the air and land with a thud against his crisp bed. You barely have time to take a breath before Abba is on top of you. He cages you beneath his long arms pressing his clothed erection against the edge of your entrance.

“Abba, its not fair” you breathily whisper against the top of his white head.

He pauses his ministrations and slips his hand up to your neck, gently flexing his fingers around your throat.

“What exactly isn’t fair bella?” The question in his eyes makes you shiver in excitement.

“You’re clothed and I’m not” you state in defiance, hoping your small rebellion will earn you a swift response.

“Oh, is that all you wanted?” Abba slyly replies, keeping one hand laced around your throat while the other drifts, far too slowly you think, to the edge of his pants. Finally he drags down the zipper freeing his long cock for your eyes to devour.

You struggle against him on top of you, trying to get a purchase on his clothes, “More, take them off. I want all of you.” You moan into him, feeling the vibrations of your words ring against the hand growing tighter against your throat.

“You don’t deserve all of me. You’re nothing but an escape and you know that.” He hurls those words at you, and if you were anyone else they would have stung. But he left you little time to think before he started pounding into you. “An escape…”

~~~~~~~~~

“Fuck fuck fuck” you mumble to yourself trying to wipe the purple stains from your neck in the bathroom of the small 24 hour cafe.

“Its fine.” You stare at your eyes in the mirror earnestly.

Inhale.

Exhale.

Nothing. You wished there would be tears. Tears of remorse, regret, betrayal? But there is nothing. You meet your eyes in the reflection and notice a small glint. Is that pride? Are you really having fun? Playing with not one, but two Passione men. You release a small slightly depraved laugh in the mirror, gods you really must be fucked up darling.

You let the excitement drip over you. You just left the house of Leone Abbacchio.

And now, you’re heading back to the apartment of your boyfriend Prosciutto.

Another laugh escapes your lips and you have to stifle it with your hand. Glancing yourself once over in the mirror again, you straighten your dress and walk calmly out, back into your other life.

You fantasize about the way Abbacchio felt on top of you, so much larger than Prosciutto, so much rougher, so much less of a man. A smile creeps across your face as you imagine Prosciutto being as rough with you, acting as if he needed you half as badly as Leone had, and a blush creeps across your face. You begin the walk home with the thought of your boyfriend tearing you apart if he ever found out about your little affair, but it is a secret you will keep close to your heart. An escape just for a moment.

~~~~~~~~~~

The moment your keys hit the lock of your apartment, the door swings open to Prosciutto red faced and Illuso standing behind him.

You pallen, thoughts spinning out of control. The mirrors the mirrors all of them he was there. Your gut sinks and your knees fall weak as you see your boyfriends trembling form before you.

“Prosciutto, I don’t know what you think happened but I promise-” but you can’t finish as all the words in your head falter and your knees finally give out and you fall to the floor at his feet. Illuso finally moves closer to you only to aim a well placed kick into your ribs, forcing what little air remained in your lungs out in a deep cough.

“What did you say? No, no keep talking I want to hear your excuses!” Prosciutto all but yelled at you. His hair was coming undone and his voice wavered. Was this all for you? Was he really that worked up over you?

“I-I didn’t know you felt so strongly.” you trail off looking up at the handsome blond above you.

The anger drained from his face as he turned his attention to the wrinkles in his shirt cuffs. “Ah, I see,” He says in such a low voice it was barely audible, “this was all a game. A test if you will.” He turns his eyes to glare down at you. While the rage was no longer painted across his face, it was all concentrated in his eyes.

“You wanted this didn’t you? You wanted to be discovered.”

“N-no never! I wouldn’t! It was just a mistake!” You spit out.

In one moment you were kneeling on the cold stone floor of your apartment, the next hands were on your throat pressing you to the wall. Prosciutto's face was centimeters away from yours.

“Is this what you wanted?” He maintained his composure as he held you close in this intimately aggressive position.

“No” you whimpered into his hand, remembering the feeling of Leone on you in a similar position on you before and you release a small whimper.

“Is this what you wanted?” he insists a second time, holding you ever tighter, eyes shaking with unrealized fury.

“Y-yes yes” you shiver as the truth of the words rake your body.

“That’s all I wanted to hear.” His cool demeanor slipping back over his face as he drops you back to the ground. He starts to turn away from you, but quickly spins back.

“Now, bella, I don’t want you getting any ideas”, his cornflower blue eyes bore into you, “because you are mine. You belong to me. And it seems recently you’ve forgotten our little arrangement. But now, you will forever only be mine.” He whispers seductively into your ear. A shiver rakes your body again at the neediness the possessiveness in his words. This was all you wanted, for him to need you as badly has you needed him.

He releases his gaze from you and turns to Illuso, “Now” he utters and you’re in Illuso’s arms being dragged into the mirror in the atrium.

“Forever mine.” Prosciutto calls after you as you disappear into Illuso’s mirror image of your shared apartment.

No, this isn’t cruel. This is what you deserve. It’s what you crave, what you need. You need Prosciutto. And now that he knows he needs you too, he’s never letting you slip away again.

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lovehotelreservation · 5 years

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Me, bruno and abbacchio have 2 little girls, one resembles bruno while the ohter resembles abba! The girls are aaaallll over the princesses and want their daddy's to be their princes!

SEPHIROTH COUNTS AS A DISNEY PRINCE AT THIS POINT RIGHT BECAUSE THEN ABBA IS SAVED

Buccellati would be all for it!!! He’d be so happy to be matching with your daughter, and will be very tender-hearted when he sees her excitement as she runs around the park in her dress!

Abbacchio would try to Disneybound to avoid having to straight up cosplay

The exception being Jack Skellington because are you S U R P R I S E D

Buccellati’s scheduling out all the princess meet and greets, and other special events/parties while Abbacchio’s seated next to your other daughter on any ride she wishes to go on!!!

#bruno buccellati #leone abbacchio #jjba #reader insert #THE SPOUSE AT THE LAND OF MICKEY MOUSE #Anonymous

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ventoaureorun · 7 years

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Passione (Bruno's) gang seeing their crush in a wedding dress.

[ Ok cos this is crush not S/O ill keep the marriage altar options out HAHA feel free to send an ask if u want to see me write that one I also throwed Trish and Fugo in cos idk do you guys count them as fully part of the gang whatever i have time im going to wrITE THEM. Its overall not too long for each character cos i wrote for all of them apologies]

✖ BRUNO BUCCIELATI ✖- I doubt this proud Capo would shed a tear but regardless it would definitely stun him. He’d think he was prepared to see you [I mean it’s just a dress how different will it be.] But he wasn’t prepared when you walked out of the room.- He’d have to pause for a moment and walk up to you to take a good look at your face before he agrees that he isn’t dreaming and relax.- If you two are alone he’d start letting the flatter stream in, telling you how angelic you looking in such an extravagant dress and how gorgeous he thinks you are. - He might even offering to take your hand to give you a spin in the glorious gown, making sure he can soak in how good you look in all of it, the way the cloth hugs your body and how his wish so badly he’d get to marry you someday.- If there are others around he’d surely be much more calm about it, the lightest blush covering his cheeks yet no one would comment anything and his actions wouldn’t be much different. However shooting the other members a look of disapproval if Mista they give any inappropriate comments about the way you look.

✖ GUIDO MISTA ✖- Mista wouldn’t be anywhere near remotely subtle about it, he’d immediately walk up to you with the brightest blush on his face and drown you in flattery.- Sure as hell expect him to throw in cheesy pickup lines asking you if you’d wear that for him someday too or about how he’d never thought you’d look so good in white, and how you’d look better naked. In which then Bruno or Abba would have shot him a look and lightly punched him.- Opposite of Bucci though, if others are in his presence he’d be loud about his affection but if its just the two of you he’d shy away over too, too embarrassed to look you in the eye. Giving you side glances as he blushes and compliments you.- Sex Pistols would definitely want to have a say in this, alone or not they’d pop up and start hovering around you, sitting on your shoulders or clinging onto your hair and smushing your cheeks they can’t get enough on how cute you look.- In which now Mista would be furiously apologising for their behaviour or he himself commenting about how he wish that was him, and how it was unfair that his stand could get so close to a goddess like you but he wasn’t allowed to.

✖ LEONE ABBACCHIO ✖- Abba would not make eye contact with you at all, averting his eyes to look at everyone but you’d he’d still tell you that you looked good. Maybe casually say something like good luck on this mission or something along those lines.- Deep inside thought his cold heart is racing, his head only forming images of you standing at the altar with him and this man cannot handle it.- Abba being Abba would also mentally note the exact time and day where this happens and you’re sure as hell when he’s alone in the mansion he’d replay this moment with Moody Blues as he smiles to himself without anyone noticing. You’ve enthralled this poor man.- If its just the two of you he’d let his hands cup your face, his fingers trail over your cheeks before adjusting your hair and just looking at you with a full blown melancholic look on his face. He’d would have internally swore to do all he can to see this waiting for him at the altar someday. It’s now his new personal goal.- If its with the rest of the gang around he wouldn’t even stand near you, probably sitting on the couch and taking in your full beauty from there, and when the other members ask him if he thinks you’d look good he’d just shrug and say something like “ Yeah whatever of course she’d look good.” while his own face heats up.

✖ GIORNO GIOVANNA ✖- Within seconds of seeing you, regardless alone or not, he’d already have used Gold Experience to form a rose to give you, or even helping put it into your hair.- You look Amazing, and the poor Don doesn’t know what to say, deep inside he’s thanking his ancestors already for giving him a chance to see you in a wedding dress before he even got to confess to you.- Giorno being the suave boss that he is would shoot you a soft smile and give you some nice compliments about how elegant you look. - If theres other people around he’d [not so] subtly do it instead maybe saying stuff like how even with Gold Experience he’s never seen any being so beautiful before and giving you such a warm smile you yourself feel the shivers go down your spine. It was a rare sight after all to see your boss so happy with you.- Giorno might also dismiss the other members in the room to give the two of you some time alone instead as he just wants to remember such a precious moment with only the two of you and no other distractions. Maybe even using such a time to hint his affection towards you.- He’d internally swear to protect you forever, telling himself he’d make sure he marries you someday. You were the most beautiful thing to exist in his dark world of the Mafia anyway. He would make sure you never get tainted again.

✖ TRISH UNA ✖- She’d definitely first comment about the state of the dress, asking you a flurry of questions about the material, brand, design. All of course to cover her embarrassment.- You look stunning and she hates it, how could you look so much better than her! She’d soon enough demand to get to try on the dress too just to see if you’d be as flustered as her when you see her in it.- Trish wouldn’t flat out say it but she’d definitely leave a comment or two about how good you look in it, and the slight passive aggressiveness on how good you look. “ Dammit your figure is too slim for such a dress! Let me wear it instead!”- If there are other members around she’d try to act more nonchalant about it, trying not to let anyone notice her gawking at you, especially making sure You of all people don’t notice.- However if it’s just the two of you Trish herself would be nicer about it, telling you how good you look and maybe offering to style your hair for you or do your makeup. She herself wants to see you fully dolled up anyway, she knows you’d be stunning.

✖ NARANCIA GHIRGA ✖- Like the excited child that he is Narancia would just gawk at you, be it if its just the two of you or everyone else is watching, the poor boy would just stare with his mouth open and blush rising to cover his face.- With some nudges from the other members he’d eventually close his mouth before taking a deep breath and letting out the loudest “ Wow.” All he wants now is to let you know just how much he loves you- His hands are covering his face now as he lets out a flustered blur of compliments all full of stutters as Aerosmith flies around him now to try and cool him down. The other members are laughing at the sight and so are you and the poor child is really overheating in embarrassment.- If its just the two of you. Its worse. He’s trying his best to act as cool as he can and giving you the weirdest compliments like how “ I like you as much as I like orange juice.” and giving a awkward wink and shaky laugh.- And if you were to comment on how cute this scene was, teasing him, he’d totally lose it and blurt out something like how much he likes you and regret it right after.- Its the cutest sight and if you didn’t like him before. You sure as hell do now.

✖ PANNACOTTA FUGO ✖- Fugo would just looked shocked for a good few seconds before regaining his usual composure however with a bright blush covering his face. Nothing else about him will change, snide remarks would still leave his mouth but everyone would notice how much more embarrassed he seems.- If the other members tease him about it he’ll go full defensive mode asking them to shut up and threatening them while constantly making eye contact with you. If you were to laugh at his cute ordeal, his face would just get even reader.- If its just the two of you alone and you make a comment about how flustered he looks he’d quickly brush it off, scolding you a little before admitting in an accidental outburst to “ Stop fucking around I’m embarrassed enough!” and regretting it right after.- Of course like everyone else he’d be imagining you walking down the aisle to him in that dress and god bless Fugo might start tearing up a little, he’s just thinking about just how much he doesn’t deserve someone as beautiful as you especially with his stand and job being so ugly.- Fugo would still be trying to soak it all up and memorise your beauty for this, and after seeing this, might secretly beg Giorno to let him help you out on this mission instead in full overprotective mode. He doesn’t want you to get hurt at all after seeing such a blessed sight like this one.

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