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lady-wallace · 7 months

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Whumptober Day 9 - "Wrong Place, Right Time" (JoJo's Bizarre Adventure)

Today's whumptober prompt is the first part of a 2-parter (the 2nd part will be up on the 18th) This is set pre-series and explores the idea that Bucciarati and Abbacchio met when Abbacchio was still with the police.

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Prompts Used: Polaroid, Mistaken Identity Fandom: JoJo's Bizarre Adventure Part 5 Character: Abbacchio

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Bucciarati wiped the blood from his knuckles as he left the groaning man on the floor of the office where the Soldati he had come with surrounded him. If this man did not learn his lesson about dealing behind Polpo's back in the capo's own territory, then the next time, there would be more than a beating coming his way.

New gangs had been popping up in the area, boldly going up against Passione since Polpo had been put in prison and the Capo had commanded Bruno and a team of hand-picked Soldati to search them out and send a warning. The Capo did not tolerate anyone encroaching on his territory, especially now when he couldn't make an example himself.

Thus, that's where Bruno Bucciarati came in; too young to be as feared as he was. Swiftly becoming Polpo's most trusted confidant, seeing that his direct orders came to fruition.

"Come. Our job here is done for the night," Bruno called to the other men as he left the office and made his way through the club.

When he got outside, he frowned when he realized the rest of the men who had come with him were no longer at their post outside the club.

"Now where the hell could they all have gone?" he muttered under his breath.

One of the Soldati suddenly came around the corner. "Bucciarati! We found a straggler, one of the men from the picture!"

Bucciarati made his way with the man to the alley behind the club where he could hear the sounds of a struggle and muffled shouting.

He frowned, hurrying over to where the rest of the Soldati were currently surrounding a figure, two shoving him roughly against the wall of the club, holding him there as the others began to beat him viciously.

"What's this?" Bruno demanded.

The man tried to struggle away from the Soldati but one of the men grabbed him by the hair and slammed his face down against his knee before he drove a vicious kick into the man's stomach, making him collapse with a gag.

One of the men left the group to come over to Bruno. "We found him skulking around. He matches the picture of one of the bastards we're after, right?"

Brow furrowing as the sounds of the beating, continued. Bruno dug into his pocket to pull out the polaroid he'd been given—the only real evidence they had of their rivals. Three men standing in front of a warehouse in a drug deal—two dark-haired men and one with silver hair.

Bruno glanced over at the figure his men were still doing their best to beat into the ground before looking back at the photo. "Hold on, does he have a scar on his face?"

The man seemed to be unconscious by this point, body jerking limply now with every blow.

"Enough!" Bruno snapped, shoving the Soldati aside to crouch beside the unconscious figure. He cringed as he saw how much blood was on the man's face, smearing in the dark makeup he'd been wearing, but there was very obviously not a scar from the corner of his eye to his jawline.

Bruno clicked his tongue in annoyance. "You idiots! This isn't even the right man."

"Then why the hell was he hanging around here at night?"

Something caught Bruno's eye, glinting in the light of a nearby streetlamp and he reached for the wallet that must have fallen out of the man's pocket during the beating. As he turned it over, his blood went cold, seeing the golden badge and credentials that denoted that this man wasn't even just some innocent bystander, but was, in fact, a cop.

"You damned idiots!" Bruno snarled at his men as he stood up, holding up the wallet. "He's a cop. You just beat up a cop!"

"This punk?" one of the men nudged the unconscious man incredulously.

Bruno grabbed him by the front of his shirt and shoved him backward. "Apparently, yes!"

"So what?" one of the Soldati shrugged. "We'll just leave him here. It's too dark for him to have seen any of us clearly."

"Brilliant plan," Bruno muttered sarcastically. "No, I'll do the damage control because you all obviously cannot be trusted to do anything." He snarled at them and they inched away. "Polpo will be hearing about this hack job. Someone bring the car around."

They left, one man spitting in annoyance. Bruno marked who it was and glanced back at the unconscious man—the unconscious cop—at his feet. He glanced back at the officer's credentials, seeing the ID card that identified him as a Leone Abbacchio. The fresh-faced young man on the picture made Bruno realize that this Officer Abbacchio may not be much older than he was. Though he was certainly a little worse-for-wear right now thanks to Bruno's incorrigible goons.

He huffed an annoyed breath, pocketing the badge and looked up as the Soldati pulled up with the car. He went to retrieve the keys and dismissed the rest of the men.

"Go home. We'll let our warning sink in and proceed from there."

By the time Bruno got back to the injured man he was stirring slightly, letting out a soft groan. Bruno wasted no time in reaching down and heaving him up. The man was quite a bit taller than he was, but Bruno still managed to maneuver him up and into the passenger seat of the car.

At least until the man started to struggle.

"G-geddoff," he croaked, trying to pull away from Bruno's grip.

"Don't fight," Bruno commanded. "We're just going to take a drive."

He dumped the man in the seat and went through the rest of his pockets to make sure he didn't have any weapons. It seemed like Officer Abbacchio was indeed off duty though because he only had his wallet and credentials on him. The man tried to fight him off, but he was weak and disoriented, likely suffering a concussion. He slumped instead against the dashboard with a tired groan, and Bruno gingerly pushed him back and closed the door before getting into the driver's seat.

Once in the car, he realized he didn't know what he was going to do. What exactly did damage control look like in this instance? The most logical thing would be to drop him off at a hospital or the police station, but he could hardly allow his face to be seen at the station, and the hospital staff would undoubtedly identify him to the police if he dropped the man off there.

Bruno swore under his breath as he glanced over at the unconscious police officer currently bleeding into the upholstery. His last idea was perhaps even more stupid than the others, but it was the only option where he could make sure he controlled the situation entirely.

After all, he did say he was doing damage control.

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Fugo was not amused when Bruno called him down to the car to help him drag an unconscious cop up to their apartment.

"Why the hell did you bring him here? You think he won't say anything?"

"He's not even awake at the moment and I can always blindfold him on the way out."

Fugo grunted, shaking his head as they got their guest into the apartment and deposited him onto the couch.

"I'll get the first aid kit," Fugo said in resignation.

Bruno took off his coat and rolled up his sleeves. Now in the light, Officer Abbacchio looked a hell of a lot worse, bloody nose, split lip, one eye nearly swollen shut. Bruno tsked under his breath, annoyance at his trigger-happy co-workers resurfacing. Of course they couldn't be bothered to check for clearly identifying marks, and now he had an unconscious cop on his couch in his apartment. And maybe Fugo had a point.

Fugo returned and put their hefty medical box down next to the couch.

"Help me?" Bruno asked as he started to try and tug Officer Abbacchio's coat off.

Fugo huffed and helped Bruno prop him up to remove the item, revealing a blood-stained black t-shirt which Bruno then peeled up, revealing a mess of bruises and potentially cracked ribs.

"Stupid bastards," he muttered.

Fugo clicked his tongue. "He should be in a hospital, Bucciarati."

"I can't risk being seen taking him there."

"You couldn't have left him where he was and called in an anonymous tip to the station?"

Bruno pressed his lips together. "He's here now. It doesn't matter."

"You do realize he'll see your face. Mine too, for that matter."

"With one eye and a concussion? I doubt he'll remember specifics," Bruno replied confidently and got up to find a towel which he wet to start cleaning up the blood.

Worst case scenario, the man would try to figure out who he was and Bruno would evade him—hopefully. Best case, Officer Abbacchio might be grateful and leave Bruno be. And if that were the case, then it wouldn't necessarily be bad to have a cop in his pocket, especially one that owed him.

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Abbacchio swam up through the darkness to a clash of red pain assaulting him. He had the distinct recollection that he was in danger, that he needed to fight. His fists clenched at his sides as he shifted.

Something dug into his ribs and he gasped, prying his eyes open and striking blindly at whatever it was.

"Easy!" a voice called from close by. "You're not being assaulted anymore. I'm just trying to assess the damage."

Abbacchio groaned and blinked, trying to focus on anything, vision blurry. "The hell…?" he croaked, trying to get up.

"I would suggest lying down, you have at least two cracked ribs and possibly a concussion."

Before Abbacchio could process that news, a light was shoved directly into his face and he winced, pulling away with a curse.

"Actually, definitely a concussion," the voice continued with a sigh.

"Who are you?" Abbacchio grunted, uneasy. He tried to look around again, expecting maybe a clinic, but from what he could tell, it appeared he was lying on someone's couch. "Where are we?"

"You can call me Bruno, and you are currently in my apartment. I apologize for my friends—they were a little too overzealous and didn't pay attention to the details."

Whatever that was supposed to mean. Abbacchio cringed. The man in question, Bruno, began to come into focus. A blur of white and black and blue took shape into a very young man in a white suit with a sharply cut black bob.

"Your friends?"

"Yes, officer. I promise they will be punished for their lapse in judgement."

Wait…officer? Did he know…?

Abbacchio felt around himself for his coat, but he was no longer wearing it, which meant that his badge was also no longer on him and this man had it.

"Where are my things?" he demanded.

"Just over there."

Abbacchio pushed himself up, ignoring the surge of dizziness and the pounding in his head. "I'm leaving. And you're coming to the station with me to explain about your friends."

"I wouldn't—"

He tried to stand and instantly felt pain clash through his skull, causing him to wobble and his knees to give out. He collapsed but Bruno caught him with a surprising amount of strength, pushing him back down onto the couch.

"I'm afraid I can't do that, Officer Abbacchio," Bruno said firmly. "You are free to leave at any time, however I would highly suggest you stay put until you can at least walk."

Abbacchio shook, both in fury and anxiety. "You're a mafioso," he spat. "Aren't you?"

"Yes. And you're a cop," Bruno replied simply. "And yet I took it upon myself to bring you back to my home and tend to your injuries."

"What do you want?" Abbacchio demanded.

Bruno sat down on the coffee table in front of him. "Nothing. You can explain the events of the night however you want. I would never ask you to lie, officer."

Abbacchio narrowed his eyes at him, head still pounding too much to think about this right now. He supposed that if this mafioso wanted him dead he could have just left his men to finish him off in the alley. And, while it infuriated him, he realized he was completely at this man's mercy in his current condition and didn't have much choice but to trust him.

The door to the apartment opened and Abbacchio looked up, ready for another attack, but it was just an even younger teen with blond hair, carrying a bag with him.

"Who's that?" Abbacchio demanded.

Bruno glanced over his shoulder. "My brother," he said instantly.

Funny. They didn't look anything alike.

"He's awake?" the blond asked warily.

"Yes, and the good news is he seems coherent," Bruno replied, smiling briefly at Abbacchio. "Can I get you anything? I can offer some pain pills and water."

"You think I'm taking pills from a gangster?" Abbacchio snarled.

Bruno's face suddenly darkened with a serious air. "I don't deal in drugs. Don't lump me in with the other filth."

His conviction and obvious disgust surprised Abbacchio, but he was distracted by the blond coming over and setting a bottle of pills and a glass of water on the coffee table.

"It's a good idea to take them," the blond said matter-of-factly. "Though it's funny hearing him give medical advice."

Bruno frowned, but counted out two pills and handed those and the water to Abbacchio.

He stared at the items for a long moment before he took them and swallowed the pills down.

"Now, I'd let you stay the night, but if you'd rather go home, I can drive you."

Abbacchio certainly didn't want to spend the night on a mafioso's couch, so he nodded slowly. "I'm not staying here."

"Very well then," Bruno said, getting up and nodding to the blond. "He might need a hand up."

The blond huffed but came over and helped Bruno pull Abbacchio to his feet. He was still unsteady, head swimming, but he breathed through the dizziness for a couple seconds—which made his ribs hurt—then allowed Bruno to lead him slowly toward the door.

It was a longer trip than Abbacchio would like to admit down to the bottom of the apartment building, but Bruno was surprisingly patient. He wondered how the two had even gotten him up there in the first place but dismissed that to spare his aching head.

He was relieved to finally sit in the car when they reached the parking lot and Bruno handed him his coat and wallet.

He looked through the wallet and credentials to make sure nothing had been stolen as Bruno started the car.

"So where are we going?" he asked.

Abbacchio blinked, looking around. He was pretty sure he knew where they were and put that to mind but he wasn't about to let this mafioso know he was that aware at the moment.

"Uh, you can drop me off on Fifth."

"And how far do you have to walk from there?" Bruno asked.

"None of your damn business."

Bruno shrugged. "Fair enough." He pulled the car away from the curb and started driving in the direction Abbacchio had indicated.

"Why did you take me back to your place?" he finally asked.

Bruno looked over at him. "Because my men made a mistake and I couldn't in good conscious leave you there lying in some alley all night. There's plenty of bastards around there who would be more than happy to take out their frustrations on an injured cop. You would have done the same had our roles been reversed, I'm sure?"

Abbacchio grunted. "My job is to see justice done," he muttered.

"Then that already makes you better than most of your co-workers, Officer Abbacchio," Bruno said easily, not seeming offended by it. And, frankly, neither was Abbacchio. It was the truth, after all, he couldn't deny that.

Bruno pulled up to the street indicated and Abbacchio glanced down to where his apartment was. He figured he could make it there. The pain medicine was kicking in quite nicely.

"Thanks—but listen," he said, spearing Bruno with a look. "This doesn't mean I owe you a favor. It would be best if neither of us saw each other again."

"Of course." Bruno smiled in a way that was a little too knowing for Abbacchio. He opened the door and was about to get out before Bruno continued, "But, I do have something you might be interested in."

Abbacchio glanced back, ready to refuse, expecting a bribe of some kind, but Bruno only had a polaroid in his hand.

"What is it?" Abbacchio asked, curious despite his better judgement.

"If these men were to go to jail it would make life easier for both of us," Bruno explained. "And if you're interested, breaking a case like this might move you up in the world, officer."

"You're basically asking me to do a hit for you?" Abbacchio demanded.

"Not at all," Bruno replied sincerely. "Me passing you this information is no different than tips you'd get from one of your informants—that's what you can say if anyone asks. Or, you can explain that this picture fell out of one of the men's pockets as they were beating you." He smirked and Abbacchio stared at him incredulously. "Either way, it would, in the end, be doing both of us a favor."

Abbacchio continued staring at the picture for a long moment before he sighed and took it.

"I'll look into it," he said. "But I'm only doing this because it's my job."

"Of course," Bruno replied. "Take care, Officer Abbacchio."

Abbacchio pulled himself out of the car and shuffled slowly down the street to his apartment. He glanced at the photo one last time and shook his head, shoving it into his pocket.

For some reason, he didn't think he had seen the last of this Bruno fellow and he wasn't sure if that was a good thing or a very bad one.

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carryingstarlightinherwake · 2 months

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Did someone say "JoJo's Bizarre Adventure: Golden Wind" Hurt/Comfort Found family werewolf AU that is expressly to make Bruno talk about his feelings? Well, if so, you're in luck.

I've been writing fic and severely lacking at sharing it over here, but since it's @februabba2024, I had to rectify that by throwing my entry to it onto the Tumblr pile.

Read it here!

Thanks to @lady-wallace and @waffles-in-winter for their tips and feedback on the transformation sequence, and to the BruAbba-ers for their prompts for helping me get out of a rut that kept me from finishing this scene for almost 3 years (!!).

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amateurduhhh · 2 years

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Waiting in Venice

You step in front of a projectile stand user, saving Bruno's life but he has to live with the aftermath.

Content Warnings: Blood, death, angst

You could imagine Leone's face when he sees you after this is all over. His lip would curl in disgust, letting his nose upturn at the sight of you before him. And despite this, there would be a shroud of grief in his eyes. Perhaps he would say something to scold you for leaving Bruno behind.

Leone wouldn't care that you had no other choice. You weren't going to abandon the man who reminded you love exists. Seeing Bruno's face horrified as your body plummeted to the ground at his feet was a small price to pay to keep him safe. Even if it was for just a second.

He didn't have much spare time to grovel at your downfall. In a scathing series of events, your sacrifice gave him the perfect window to take down the enemy stand user. From your dire spot on the ground, Bruno's pained grunts and screams as he disposed of the enemy echoed in your ears like an infectious ghost haunting your mind.

You felt guilty. It sounds silly but you gained a habit of feeling guilty after getting hurt. Bruno's reaction to your fallout would be a miserable cross to bear. It only added to the pain. Thankfully there was adrenaline to mask it but that only meant you bled faster with your heart beating like crazy.

He stumbled toward your withering body. His hands were clean despite hastily ridding of the enemy. He tried to look angry but really his brow furrowed into his desolate gaze.

"I thought I told you to stay behind?" His voice was rigid and white-hot with rage as if he was the one being betrayed by the boss.

"Br– Bruno..." you croaked. The taste of metal was thick on your tongue. You dismissed his anguish, playing by the clock of your sifting life. It fled from your body quicker than the words spilled from your mouth. "I never told... you... it meant a lot... a lot when you took me in... Tha–thank you."

"Stop." It was an order. He shook his head slowly from side to side. This fate was always a possibility. Such is life of Passione.

"This isn't so– so bad... if I'm gonna d–die I'd want it to be... to be like this..." Your vision began to spin.

"You deserved something different. This wasn't what I... you should've had better than this..." As your capo, of course he took responsibility but as your lover he was feverish and devastated.

He knelt down beside you, pressing his hands to the wound. To his blight, the wound was bigger than his palm. The ground you laid on was visible from the wound.

"We lost Fugo a-and Abbaccio..." you gasped. You began to shiver, the air felt as if it was ice water. "Why's this– this diff'rent?"

He clenched his jaw. "You know exactly why this is different."

You had no response. The thumping in your chest grew weaker and weaker. Bruno could do nothing but watch his lover slip through his fingers like the blood rushing from your body down the grates of the city storm drains.

"I had... so much t' tell you, Brun...o." Your eyelids grew heavy. "There's... so much... I never– never s–said..."

"Don't." He released a big sigh. Hopelessness pooled in his eyes seeing you this way. He put aside his frustration and gave into the sorrow. "Don't worry, tesoro. Please."

Bruno caressed your head, hushing you as he whispered quiet assurance in your ear. He spoke in crisp Italian. It brought tears to your eyes. Not knowing when you'd see him again made your gut wrench. You had never felt so scared. Countless times you had looked death in the eye and until now, you never considered the ramifications to their full extent.

"I don't... wanna die," you softly sobbed. "I'm sorry... I'm so selfish for... for making you worry."

Bruno's heart was in pieces. Your voice sounded like broken glass when you twitched and quivered in his embrace. Being a mafioso, he hadn't felt so powerless until now.

"Hush, tesoro." He held you close and gingerly rested kisses onto your forehead. "You did great work. But it's over now. You can rest."

"It's s-so cold... Bruno... hug... hug me tighter."

He complied, relishing the last bit of warmth that was quickly fleeting. He let a few tears slip very silently. Crying never came easy to him and the last time he had was a distant memory. It was different this time. This time, he felt as if he would never stop. Ever since you were recruited, he knew this would happen. It was just his luck to fall in love with such danger.

"I'll see you soon, my love." His lips whispered against your cooled flesh. He knew you were gone when you no longer trembled in his arms. Bruno waved his palm over your eyes that were partially open when you died.

You sat in a boat in the Venetian canals. Nobody else was there. Just you and the water. You tilted your head back, looking up to the sky. The sun hung just overhead. It was noon.

Memories flooded back to you. The blood and feelings of hopelessness and utter loss of control. As they played like a slide show in your head, you relaxed on the rim of the boat and sighed.

"You're here?" A smooth, deep voice spoke. It wasn't a question, more than it was a dismal observation.

You turned your head to the voice across from you. Funny, you never felt a weight in the boat but here he was. It was Leone. There was no certainty that it was really him. Even so, you had a promise to keep. He nonchalantly sat across from you, enjoying the ride. This made sense. Why he was here with you instead of Bruno. Bruno was gone– or no wait... you were gone.

Leone didn't have that look of disappointment you expected. He knew Bruno would be here soon enough. All you had to do was wait here in Venice.

"Yeah... and I have so much to tell you."

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charzea · 1 year

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“The flowers are dying.”

Fanart for ‘’Doors, and What Lies Behind Them’’

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pipartuuli · 1 year

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I had a mostly completed fic kicking around in my WIPs folder and I went ahead and polished it up for a certain goth cop's 43rd birthday (OLD) so here it is.

"Passing Marks"

Pre-canon Vento Aureo one-shot.

In which Abbacchio struggles with his Passione initiation test in a restaurant bathroom. (Or: I ramble a lot about how I think Moody Blues came existence and nothing really happens in this story but some whump and some Bucciarati-Abbacchio bonding, but it's Abbacchio's birthday and I'm posting it anyway.)

#fic #writing #jjba #vento aureo #leone abbacchio #bruno buccellati #bruno bucciarati #whump #but kind of in a funny way idk #it's as lighthearted as whump can be

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notsomajestic · 1 year

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Your top 5 favorite fanfics!

I chose my favourites from five different fandoms! I really should start bookmarking more; I had to go back through the ship tags for some of these…

Fics and their summaries under the cut~

hearts and bones (28237 words) by honey_wheeler Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: A Song of Ice and Fire - George R. R. Martin, Game of Thrones (TV) Rating: Explicit Warnings: Major Character Death, Underage Relationships: Renly Baratheon/Loras Tyrell Characters: Renly Baratheon, Loras Tyrell, Robert Baratheon, Margaery Tyrell Additional Tags: Canon Compliant, Falling In Love Summary:

Loras is gliding the razor carefully over his chin now. Renly hates this part; Loras is too close for too long, concentrating on his task with a focus that makes it too easy to stare at him. And Renly has done far too much staring. He could probably provide a tally of Loras’s eyelashes by now (a staggering lot), or identify which side of his lower lip Loras bites when he’s concentrating (the left), or number the tawny flecks in his eyes (eight in one eye, five in the other). He could probably even find the freckle just under Loras’s eyebrow in the dark. With his tongue. Gods.

RIBBONS (104397 words) by LNRlavish Chapters: 20/20 Fandom: ジョジョの奇妙な冒険 | JoJo no Kimyou na Bouken | JoJo's Bizarre Adventure Rating: Explicit Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Relationships: Leone Abbacchio/Bruno Buccellati Characters: Leone Abbacchio, Bruno Buccellati, Guido Mista, Narancia Ghirga, Pannacotta Fugo Additional Tags: Slow Build, Slow Burn, Getting to Know Each Other, Self-Esteem Issues, References to Depression, Pre-Canon, Mystery, Gangsters, Original Character(s), Minor Original Character(s), Internalized Homophobia, Closeted Character, Internal Monologue, Internal Conflict, Canon-Typical Violence, Eventual Romance, Eventual Fluff, Eventual Smut, Light Angst, Gritty, Playing Fast and Loose with Stands, Abbacchio Feels, Fashion!, Unreliable Narrator, Bruno Whump, Abbacchio Has Anxiety, And possibly PTSD, Drug Abuse, Awkward Tension, Torture, Dance Dance Revolution - Freeform, Explicit Sexual Content, Low-key turned High-key Praise Kink Summary:

Bruno Buccellati seems to enjoy picking up strays from the gutter. He shouldn’t have bothered with Abbacchio. The Ribbons, Napoli underbelly thugs, drag them down together, and tie them closer than he ever thought possible.

The Revenant (4268 words) by Lycaste Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Transformers - All Media Types, The Transformers (IDW Generation One) Rating: Explicit Warnings: Rape/Non-Con Relationships: Megatron/Starscream Characters: Megatron, Starscream Additional Tags: Explicit Sexual Content, Oral Sex, Sticky Sex, Dysfunctional Relationships, Rape/Non-con Elements, Reclaiming, Dominance, complicated relationships on barren asteroids, Kink Meme, Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot Summary:

Megatron clearly needed a different tactic this time. He'd already subjugated Starscream physically, to do so again would send him further down the spiral of resentment and despair. To turn Starscream's universe into a pleasure-drenched haze of capitulation, Megatron just needed to employ some patience. After all, there was more than one way to possess another mech.

Bon(d)ing sessions (15442 words) by Papy_1412 Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Shingeki no Kyojin | Attack on Titan Rating: Explicit Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Reiner Braun/Eren Yeager Characters: Reiner Braun, Eren Yeager Additional Tags: Canon Compliant, Explicit Sexual Content, Dubious Consent, Marathon Sex, Switching, Masturbation, Mutual Masturbation, Wet & Messy, Bondage, Nipple Play, Coming Untouched, Multiple Orgasms, Come Eating, Dom/sub, Humiliation, Anal Sex, Anal Fingering, First Time Blow Jobs, Snowballing, Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot, Unhealthy Relationships, Mental Health Issues, Suicidal Thoughts, Just typical Reiner stuff, Ambiguous/Open Ending, Bottom Reiner Braun, Character Study, Internalized Homophobia Summary:

“Hey Eren, I get it, I have a fat dick — but stop staring like that. It’s embarrassing.” “S-Sorry,” he slurred. “It’s just…” The gulp that resonated between them gave him a chill. He suddenly wasn’t so sure he wanted to hear his reasons. “The first time, you told me I should think about things that made me hard. And it’s right in front of me now.”

hide your head in the sand (19502 words) by ichinoseharu Chapters: 3/3 Fandom: Free! Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Matsuoka Rin/Yamazaki Sousuke Characters: Yamazaki Sousuke, Matsuoka Rin Summary:

He smiles easily at Sousuke as he draws closer and then reaches out to nudge him in the shoulder with a fist. When Rin looks up through the curtain of his windblown fringe though, Sousuke’s eyes are dark and unfathomable. He's looking right at Rin, and Rin can’t properly put words to it, but he feels a little like an errant fly caught in a spider’s web. It's unsettling.

#personal: asks

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theres-a-body-here · 6 months

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Scumtober Angst/Whump Character poll (Death by exsanguination)

Reader dies of bloodloss in character's arms

#whumptober #whumptober 2023 #scumtober #scumtober 2023 #arthur morgan #dutch van der linde #rdr2 x reader #overwatch x reader #jack morrison #cole cassidy #giorno giovanna #leone abbacchio #jjba x reader #angst

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whoopsallwhump · 8 months

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Whump Intro Post

Hi, I'm Nocturne! (they/them) Requests are open for drabbles/hc's!

Whumpees I can write (in no particular order):

-Leo Fitz!

-Bruce Banner!

-Crowley (Good Omens)

-Kurt Wagner

-Apollo (Percy Jackson)

-GraveRobber*

-Mozenrath!

-Leone Abbacchio

-Rohan Kishibe

-Diego Brando

-Lotor

-Victor Frankenstein! (Shelley version)(I like my men sad and pathetic)

-Igor Straussman* (Victor Frankenstein 2015)

-Steven Grant (TV series)

-Marc Spector* (TV series)

-Loki (Marvel)

-Miguel O'Hara

-Ambrosius Goldenloin (graphic novel or movie version)

Jackson Jekyll (but not Holt for some reason, idk why)

-Ahkmenrah!

-my OC's!

-Astarion (I played bg3 :) )

-Herbert West* (movie or book version)(he's such a little freak, I need time to study him)

-Okuyasu Nijimura! (mostly mild-ish stuff, I love him too much)

-J'onn J'onnz! (animated TV)

(Key: *=new/not well-researched yet, !=fav/I have a lot of thoughts about them)

Whumpees I can't write but love nonetheless:

-Legolas (I feel like a fool every time I try to attempt the Tolkien style)

-Sephiroth (haven't played game)

-Miles Edgeworth (haven't played game)

Whumpees I don't write anymore:

-Nico di Angelo (he deserves to rest <3) (my first whumpee ever)

Whump Tropes (some favs):

-fainting/disorientation

-blood loss

-sleep deprivation

-sick/delirious

-hiding an injury

-torture

Whump Nopes (I don't like them):

-extensive pet whump/dehumanization

-multi-character whump (I prefer to write one at a time)

-woman whump (except for rare circumstances)(ilu women)

-character death (I need the comfort in my hurt/comfort!)

#whump #whump writing

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strawberryvanillablast · 3 years

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Hope you all enjoy!

#jojo kimyou na bouken #jojo bizarre adventure #jojo part 5 #jjba part 5 #vento aureo #golden wind #giorno giovanna #bruno bucciarati #leone abbacchio #jonathan joestar #dio brando #giorno whump #whump fic

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sousatayue · 4 years

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Summary: Bruno is on his way to meet Abbacchio for dinner, but is intercepted and taken prisoner by one of Passione's other Capos en route. Abbacchio decides to try to bail him out in a clandestine manner.

#whumptober2020 #no.1 #waking up shackled #no.2 #kidnapping #no.3 #held at gunpoint #Jojo's Bizarre Adventure #fic #jojo no kimyou na bouken #jojo #jjba #Bruno Bucciarati #leone abbacchio #bruabba #bruno x leone #Bruno Bucciarati whump

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lady-wallace · 6 months

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Whumptober Day 25 - "Early Grave" (JJBA Vampire Hunter AU)

Another Vampire AU one shot for today's @whumptober -- we're burying Abbacchio alive today.

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Prompts Used: Buried Alive, 'they're not breathing' Fandom: JoJo's Bizarre Adventure Part 5 Character: Abbacchio

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Abbacchio woke with a gasp, feeling the instant, suffocating darkness around him. He felt around, hands hitting a rough surface on all sides. Breath quickening, he shut his eyes against the oppressive dark and made an attempt to force down the panic as he fumbled in his pockets for his lighter.

Shaking hands fumbled over the flint but he finally managed to flick the flame to life.

He didn't like what he saw.

He hadn't wanted to assume the worst, but now there was no denying it any longer. He lay in a long wooden box with no opening.

Abbacchio slammed his fist against the top of it but it didn't budge. The only thing that happened was dirt falling through the cracks taking the last of his hope away.

Do not panic, he told himself. It will make it worse if you panic. He searched around for his weapons but they seemed to have been taken from him along with his coat. The last thing he remembered was hunting down a pack of ghouls in a graveyard and then having his head slammed into a gravestone. He could feel the matted blood in his hair, head aching, but that was the least of his worries right about now.

He hated the thought, but he was going to have to put the light out, knowing it was only burning his precious oxygen. And he could already feel how little there was left with each breath.

He wasn't sure if the ghouls were still out there, but he was going to have to risk it. If nothing else he might be able to break through the lid of the coffin and dig his way out. If not, he would be stuck in there until he ran out of air and died, and then the ghouls would eat him.

Not exactly the most uncommon Hunter death but one he did not want to experience.

He reached up to tug the cravat from his throat, so he could feel at least a little less suffocated. Gritting his teeth, he blew out the flame, sending him, once again, into pitch darkness. His heart was racing in his chest and he was trying to keep his breathing calm but it was so difficult.

He tried to get as much leverage as he could, bracing his feet against the sides of the coffin and pushing upward at the lid. It shifted slightly, but not enough to create a pocket above him. He tried again and again, until finally he let out a scream of frustration and started kicking the lid as hard as he could. But the effort was pointless, and eventually he stopped, exhausted, panting for breath.

"Calm down," he gritted out to himself shakily. He took a couple moments to concentrate on breathing, but it was hard to keep the panic at bay when every breath felt like breathing in water.

That was when he realized the ghouls had neglected the small knife he kept tucked in his boot. Abbacchio shifted painfully to grab it and flicked it open, starting to hack into the lid of the coffin.

He really hoped they hadn't buried him the full six feet under. The knife finally broke through the lid and dirt started to trickle in, sticking to Abbacchio's sweat-soaked skin where it was exposed.

He kept hacking with the knife, feeling more and more desperate for breath as the only thing coming into the coffin was dirt.

"Shit," he gasped, reaching up to start slamming the heel of his hand into the wood to break it as more dirt poured in on top of him. He realized then it wouldn't matter if he could break through the coffin lid, he'd still be buried alive by the dirt falling on top of him, without anything to keep it from crushing him.

Abbacchio finally let out a strangled sound of frustration and started clawing at the coffin lid and the dirt above, trying to make a hole for him to escape through. But he couldn't breathe, his chest was tight as he gasped for air where there was none.

Tears of desperation streamed down his cheeks and he swore and fought until his vision started to go black at the edges, brain being deprived of oxygen.

"Please," he gasped. "Not…not like this…"

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Fugo and the others rushed through the graveyard. "Giorno, Narancia, take the left, Mista and I will take the right," he commanded as he and the gunman sprinted to the far side of the cemetery, looking for any sign of their missing comrade.

"I knew it was a bad idea for him to go alone," Fugo ground out, anger masking his worry for Abbacchio. The Hunter might be able to handle himself, but there was a reason Bucciarati insisted they usually hunt in pairs. Dealing with the supernatural was often unpredictable, and could turn deadly in a moment.

"Hey," Mista called, hurrying over to a pile of clothing and shovels. Fugo held the lantern for better lighting as Mista crouched to pluck a black overcoat from the pile, picking up a belt of silver stakes and a sword.

"That's definitely Abbacchio's," Fugo commented grimly.

"You…don't think the ghouls—"

"Hey! Fugo, Mista! Over here!"

Mista bundled Abbacchio coat and weapons under one arm and the two of them hurried over to where Giorno and Narancia were calling from.

The two were already on their hands and knees above a freshly dug grave, clawing handfuls of dirt aside.

"I can hear a heartbeat below," Giorno said frantically. "Help us!"

"Mista, go get those shovels!" Fugo cried as he set the lantern down and hurriedly started to help dig as well as he could, shoving dirt aside with his hands.

Mista sprinted back with the shovels and soon all four Hunters were busy slinging dirt this way and that, trying to get to their comrade in distress.

"Oh god, this is so messed up!" Narancia babbled. "Abba! We're coming! I don't know if you can hear us, but we're getting you out!"

"That's right, just hold on!" Mista shouted.

Fugo didn't bother wasting his breath, simply kept digging like a madman. "Giorno?"

"I can still heart his heartbeat, but it's weakening," Giorno replied breathlessly, briefly stopping to yank his coat off before continuing to dig.

Finally, one of the shovels connected with something hard and they frantically scraped away the dirt from the edges of the coffin. Fugo's shovel revealed a crack in the lid.

"Abbacchio!" Narancia cried.

"Hold onto me, I'll open it up," Giorno said, leaning over the hole.

Narancia and Mista grabbed his waistband to keep him from falling in as Giorno reached down and pried the coffin lid up.

"Got it!"

Fugo felt sick as the coffin lid was wrenched open and revealed Abbacchio, lying in the coffin, pale, and still. Hands bloody and covered in splinters, dirt pooling around him.

Giorno and Mista carefully leapt in and took hold of him, hauling him out of the hole as Narancia and Fugo helped pull him up onto the grass where Abbacchio settled limply making no move.

Fugo swiftly knelt beside him, checking him over, feeling for a pulse.

"He's not breathing," he realized then with sudden panic, holding his hand in front of Abbacchio's face. "Abbacchio!" He slapped the Hunter's cheek to try and shock him conscious, but it wasn't working.

"What do we do?" Narancia demanded, staring at the older man worriedly.

Fugo was already rolling his sleeves up, pushing Abbacchio's head back, and briefly checking his mouth to make sure it wasn't full of dirt. "There's a technique that might work," he said quickly. "Usually used for victims of drowning, but it might help to restart his lungs." He locked his hands together at the join of Abbacchio's ribcage and pushed consecutively as the others watched.

"Someone needs to breathe for him," Fugo snapped as he continued.

"How?" Giorno asked.

"You have to breathe into his mouth. Hurry!"

"I got it," Mista said quickly and knelt on Abbacchio's other side, bending over him.

"Pinch his nose and breathe into his mouth," Fugo commanded, pulling back briefly.

"I got it, I've seen it done before," Mista told him and leaned over, grabbing Abbacchio's chin and pinching his nose before he pushed his mouth over top of his, exhaling deeply.

Abbacchio's eyes flew open and he flailed, choking and coughing as he lashed out at Mista. The gunman collapsed backward and Abbacchio rolled onto his side, hacking and gasping for breath.

"Abbacchio!" Narancia cried in relief.

"What. The fuck?!" Abbacchio croaked, wiping his mouth on the back of his hand and spitting.

"God we were worried," Mista said, reaching out to help Abbacchio sit up. "You good, man?"

"What the fuck, Mista?" Abbacchio demanded, eyes wild as he shoved the other Hunter away again. "Get off me!"

"Woah, that's some thanks for saving your life!" Mista muttered.

"By snogging me?" Abbacchio snarled, coughing again as Fugo reached out to grab his shoulder. Narancia broke into a shriek of laughter which didn't help the situation.

"Mouth to mouth resuscitation," Fugo iterated. "You weren't breathing when we pulled you out of there."

Abbacchio swore under his breath, holding his head. "Thought I had died and gone to hell."

"Hey, it couldn't have been that bad," Mista muttered. "By the way, your lips are really chapped, man."

"Shut the fuck up!" Abbacchio snarled, lunging for Mista before he staggered and collapsed on the grass again, groaning as he held his head.

"Just breathe," Fugo told him firmly. "Let's get you back home."

Giorno and Narancia helped Abbacchio to his feet and supported him back to their carriage.

Mista clicked his tongue. "Can't even thank me for saving his life, the bastard."

Fugo reached into his pocket and pulled out a handkerchief. "Wipe your mouth before we get back. You have black lipstick on you."

"Huh? Oh," Mista muttered and wiped his lips.

It was a weary group that returned to headquarters that night, Abbacchio looking a little too much like a corpse. Fugo was not looking forward to spending the next hour picking splinters from his hands and he was sure Abbacchio's wasn't either.

"Oh, Abbacchio, thank God," Bucciarati said as he hurried out to meet them. "What happened?"

He moved in to help Abbacchio over to a chair as Giorno told Fugo he would get a bowl of hot salt water for Abbacchio's hands.

"Got buried alive," Abbacchio muttered. "Woke up to Mista snogging me like I'm fucking Sleeping Beauty. Has not been a good night."

Bucciarati looked confused and Mista huffed.

"It was hilarious, you should have seen his face!" Narancia said.

"Not helping," Fugo snapped, slapping the younger boy on the back of the head.

"Well, as long as you're okay now?" Bucciarati asked hesitantly.

"I get no thanks around here," Mista muttered as he went off to sulk.

"I'm neither okay physically or mentally, but I would like to just clean up and go to bed," Abbacchio replied tiredly, sagging in his chair.

Narancia came forward and hugged him. "We're glad you're okay, Abba. Please forgive Mista for his kiss of life."

"Do not call it that," Fugo snarled as Giorno brought the bowl of steaming water in and set it on the table. Fugo submerged Abbacchio's hands into it and the man hissed.

"I think we definitely need to enforce hunting with partners only from now on," Bucciarati said with a sigh.

"Agreed," Abbacchio muttered tiredly. "And I will tell Mista thanks, once he's thought about what he's done."

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