#abbacchio imagine

[etherealzx]

I really like how you write so I hope I can go with my oddly specific request! If I can ask, a fem!reader that suffers from impostor syndrome with Abbacchio. Thank you and have a lovely day 🌺

Aww thank you so so much! It makes me so happy that people enjoy my silly little writings <3 Sorry this took me so long to get to, I just started my new semester and I've been crazy busy at work as well! But I hope you enjoy <3

Abbacchio x Fem!Reader with Imposter Syndrome!

warnings: slight angst, comfort, fluff

cut for length :3

You knew that he loved you, you really did. Yet there were just these awful thoughts that you couldn't seem to shake. He loved you so deeply and so passionately, what have you ever done to deserve that? He let his guard down for you, and bent over backwards to make sure that you had everything you could ever need. He cared for you even more than he cared for his own self.

So then, what is this awful feeling? The feeling that his words are just lies to keep you around? Deep down in your heart, you knew that wasn't true. Leone would never lie to you, not in a million years. You knew that better than anyone. So why did his words feel untrue?

These thoughts clouded your mind as you gazed out the window of the bedroom that you shared with the man you love. The stars were shining so bright tonight, shimmering like glitter in a pitch black sea of sky. You had gotten so deep into your own thought that you hadn't even heard him coming up the steps. The click of the doorknob turning snapped you out of your daydream, quickly bringing you back to reality.

You swiftly turned around to face him. That familiar, warm feeling in your chest started to build up the moment you saw him standing before you. His long, silver locks cascaded over his shoulders, framing his handsome face. Once his amber eyes met yours, his purple-stained lips curled into a warm smile.

"Hi baby," You said softly, a slight smile forming on your lips involuntarily. Even just from his presence, your mood instantly improved a little.

"Hey y/n. I missed you," He said, coming over to you and wrapping you in his strong arms. He smelled like lavender and musk, a scent that you had grown used to yet it never failed to make the butterflies in your stomach swarm.

"I missed you too," You said back as you wrapped your arms around his neck, voice shaky. All of the emotions you had been holding back were threatening to let loose as he held you. He was just so sweet and caring, and you felt that you didn't deserve him. You felt the tears start to fall from your eyes, and your body starting to shake with soft sobs.

"Y/n, what's wrong?" He asked, concern in his tone. He pulled back from you, moving his large hands to cup the sides of your face. His eyes were full of worry.

"Nothing," you sniffled, earning an almost annoyed look from him.

"Well it's obviously not nothing if it's bothering you enough to make you cry." He said, using his thumb to wipe the tears from your cheek.

"It's just that," You started, not really sure what to say next. You knew that if you started venting about your feelings, you wouldn't be able to hold back anymore and let everything loose. "I just feel like I don't deserve you." You managed to choke out.

His eyes widened with shock. "What? You think you don't deserve me?" He asked, obviously taken aback by your statement.

"You're just so sweet and caring, and you do so much for me," You said in between sniffles. "I feel like I don't deserve that. I don't deserve a kind, handsome, loving man like you, Leone."

His expression softened, and he moved his hands down to find yours. He grabbed them tightly, intertwining your fingers with his own.

"Y/n, I promise you, you deserve all of my love and more." He said softly. "You make me feel complete. As long as I'm by your side, there's nothing in the world I can't do. You do so much for me without even knowing that you do." He leaned in to press a kiss to your cheek.

"If anything, it's me who doesn't deserve you. I mean, look at me. I'm a mafioso, I've killed people, I have a dirty job. You deserve a man who works a respectable job, like a doctor or a lawyer. Someone who doesn't have a damaged past like I do, or drowns their problems with alcohol like I do." He said, looking toward the ground. You could see tears starting to form in his eyes.

"Leone," You started, "I don't want that. I want you, I love you. Flaws and all."

He looked at you and smiled, still holding your hands in his. "And I want you. No one else. I want to give you all of the love I have." He said. "Don't ever think you're not enough for me, or that you don't deserve me. You're everything I want and more. I love you."

"I love you too, Leone." And suddenly, all of those feelings started to fade. Any negative feelings you had were starting to feel like just distant memories. You were exactly where you were supposed to be, with the man you were meant to have.

[babypinkbruno]

“that’s my girl” has me fucking weak in the knees. gorgeous.

18+ - MINORS DNI

fem!reader

You don’t know how Abbacchio always manages to rope you into his little schemes, dragging you off to steal a kiss, or more, behind closed doors and down darkened hallways when you should be socializing. The man was too pretty, and too persuasive, for his own good though, and that’s how you find yourself in the bathroom down the hall, a holiday party in full swing just a few feet away.

He’s quick to crowd your space the moment the door closes, fingers finding purchase on your hips, lips skirting over any bit of skin he can reach. Through the door, you can hear the muffled tune of an old Christmas song, and you pray no one can hear what you’re doing.

Abbacchio’s breath is hot on your neck as he creates a trail of wet kisses along the skin there. Between kisses, he pleads, “Amore mio, please.”

Your breath stutters in your throat. “Leone,” you sound pathetic as you whine, nice and low, your fingers gripping his shoulders in a feeble attempt at steadying yourself. “We can’t.”

He pushes you against the counter with practiced ease, his hands already moving to untuck your shirt. He feels your smooth, bare skin beneath his fingertips and lets out a breathy groan. “Five minutes,” he offers, “please, amore.”

Your mouth opens to object, to remind him you were supposed to be celebrating with the others, but your words get caught in your throat when he utters a quiet, “I need you.”

The desperate lilt to his tone and the feeling of his skin against yours stirs something deep in the pit of your stomach, and you drag him up by the neck to pull him into a feverish, open-mouthed kiss. Your fingers get lost in his hair and his thigh slots between your legs, bumping against your core. You moan into his mouth then, and he can’t help but tighten his hold on your hips, bringing them forward to keep you grinding on his leg.

Abbacchio smirks against your lips when the friction pulls another cute little whine from your throat. As one hand focuses on the slow drag of your hips, the other comes up to your cheek, his thumb ghosting over your kiss-swollen lips.

You’re breathless when you warn him, “Five minutes.”

His smirk only seems to widen, his hands already moving to tug your shirt over your head as he mumbles, “That’s my girl.”

[bebegi]

˗ˏˋ ♡𝐚𝐛𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐨 𝐛𝐨𝐲𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐞𝐱𝐭𝐬ˎˊ˗

𝐦𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐦.𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 | 𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐚𝐮𝐫𝐞𝐨 𝐦.𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

genre: daily texts | fluff

warnings: kys jokes and a couple of suggestive jokes.

requested: yes!!!

notes: ugh this man ugh

© bebegi 2024. do not crop the tag or claim it as yours in any way please, do not repost in other sites without asking for permission + credit, thanks !! reblogs are highly appreciated <3

[shineonyoucrazyyandere]

Hello, I did not want to disturb but I wanted to know how the stands of Bucci-Gang + Trish and Diavolo would behave in front of their beloved?Since they are manifestations of his soul, they would also show his Yandere side, sorry if it is a lot of work and I love how you write

*just so everyone knows I keep a lot of asks and hope to eventually write them later if I really like the concept…even if it may literally take an eternity to get to them*

So since this is Yandere focused I’m going to lean on that, but you’ll get to see the expressions of obsession as I write.

Yandere Bucciarati Group + Diavolo and Trish’s stands reacting to their darling

Bruno Bucciarati

Generally speaking Sticky Fingers particularly seems to “stand guard” around you. It’s fingers sometimes float across your skin, gentle touching. But at a moments notice is quick to use its ability if Bruno even suspects you trying to escape or pull something. There are times where you feel it grab your arm and drag you closer to its master.

Leone Abbacchio

Since his stand doesn’t really have offensive capabilities, it tends to like also hanging around you. Though if Abbacchio really insists on you not leaving his side, Moody Blues will do its best to keep you still. If he decides to use his ability depending on where you’re at, it does it relatively quickly and quick to pause with precision if it’s something like seeing your face sleeping at night. Simply watching you seems to be one of its favorite things to engage in.

Guido Mista

The Sex Pistols pretty much adore you, even the troublemaking number stops being a nuisance when you’re around. If you can see them, they insist on you feeding them when mealtime comes around. They may slightly pester Mista saying you’re better at doing so simply for holding food a certain angle. He enjoys this as much as the pistols do, and even if you can’t see them and feed them they still generally cheer when you’re around. if anyone outside the gang and Mista himself, they’ll end up reacting somewhat hostile. Snide or sarcastic remarks if someone tries to romance you.

They’ll also pester Mista if he hasn’t seen you in a few days due to a job or something he had to take care of on his own.

Narancia Ghirga

Aerosmith’s flight patterns seemingly change course a bit when you’re around Narancia. Out of protective instinct, it seems to fire it’s bullets/weapons more aggressive if you’re in any sort of immediate danger. Or if Narancia is tracking, Aerosmith seems to get a quick reading on you, fast. For some reason if the stand was used casually, the way it would fly around would be akin to something at an air show. Presenting the way Narancia may be excited to be with you.

Pannacotta Fugo

Purple Haze is interestingly affected by Fugo’s obsession for you. It stops obsessing over its arms, drooling minimizing to almost nothing. It’s aggression in battle nearly quadruples, out of getting rid of anything that Fugo considers a threat. So there’s times things may or may not get out of control or on the other end of the spectrum killing something with almost unusual precision . But it settles once knowing you’re safe, this may or may not exhaust Fugo occasionally. Under the surface Purple Haze would be pleased if you came to check on Fugo out of concern.

Giorno Giovanna

Gold Experience and Giorno are pretty much in sync almost constantly. It generally likes to express certain flowers that evidently have deep romantic meanings as a gift. It’ll daze you in a heartbeat if you try to sneak off somewhere, giving way to its stand master taking care of you for a few hours. Generally it seems to enjoy kissing your hand, and occasionally turning an object into a small animal for you. It doesn’t hesitate to turn something that you own into an animal to track down either if it means being in your presence again.

Aromatherapy is another thing it seems to do with plants, especially after Giorno figures out what your likes, dislikes, (and potential allergies) are.

Requiem is basically game over for any escape attempts with a stand, and even if you’re hesitant takes some effort to try and comfort you. Caresses and touches that would be comforting in a normal context that’s not having you run in terror from a mafioso.

Diavolo

Due to his violent tendencies and tactics, King Crimson is intense in presenting Diavolo’s dark desires. It’s touches are tight and unbelievably strong, that it tends to leave bruises on your body. Erasing time is smooth and precise, inducing confusion from trying to escape Diavolo. The stand is of course as impulsive as it’s stand master, your legs are broken or are knocked out as quick as your thoughts to wander.

Trish Una

Spice Girl has some impulsive traits that King Crimson does, as much as Trish probably doesn’t want to admit it. This stands intensity shines through sitting on your lap, arms around your neck. Not caring in the slightest if you can see it or not. It gives faint phantom kisses on your cheeks, and certainly uses its abilities to keep you in place no matter the area. It tends to also enjoy having you match Trish someway, even the smallest accessory it enjoys seeing Trish put on you to coordinate. Like you and her were meant to be.

[zujime]

Hello, i really like your writing, I always check for updates! If possibile may I ask for detailed oral headcanons giving and receiving for Bruno, Josuke, Giorno and Abbacchio? Thanks in advance ♡

─── bruno b. + josuke h. + giorno g. + leone a.

cw. aged up, oral (m / f receiving), drool play, cum swapping, cum eating, slight marking/bruising, makeup messing, light overstim, slight dumbification, eye contact, hand holding, faint biting

note. REALLY?? OMG TYSM i try to post as many works as i can but my brain doesn’t wanna work sometimes 🙎🏽‍♀️ also IM SO SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG college is no joke and uh… i got a little carried away💀💀 but it’s here now!! literally if you have anything else you wanna request or a lil question, etc. DO NOT HESITATE to send it in my inbox 🤭 okok bye bye🥰

(i was tempted to put ass eating in here but the demons told me no...)

bruno prefers giving over anything. that doesn’t mean he doesn’t like it when you’re going down on him—hell, he loves how easy it is for you to shut his brain off with a simple kitten lick, but he just loves being able to make you writhe with nothing but the flick of his wrist.

he especially likes it when either of you have come home after a long day. the second you sit down on the couch or edge of the bed, his hands gingerly rub at one of your thighs before he gets on his knees and slots himself between your legs.

if you have on pants, he’s already peeled them off of you. skirt or dress? he’s hiked it up to your waistline. either way, both end up with him nipping at you through your underwear teasing you briefly with his teeth and tongue before dipping his fingers beneath the hem of your panties and sliding the article of clothing off, kissing at the warm skin of your thigh that’d been closest to your core.

he’d utter sweet phrases like “missed you, amore mio” that were accompanied by a firm yet delicate squeeze from his hand as he inched closer to your center with each kiss. oh, how he loves being between your legs—being able to stare as you oozed arousal. unless he’s exhausted, he always glances up at your eyes with his mesmerizing blue ones before he allows himself to get lost in all that is you.

the tip of his nose rubbing up against your sensitive nub as he relished in your core like a man starved, mindlessly mumbling praises into you with occasional whimpers that were almost drowned out by the sound of squelching his mouth made as he ravaged you. his once soft fingers now leave pretty wine-colored imprints on the expanse of your thighs and ass whilst he held your squirming body still.

“hah, f-fuuck—bruno, please!” you whine, brain nearly nothing but mush with how his skilled tongue never seemed to leave any part of your petal-smooth walls untouched. you feel the tremors of his voice before you hear him—even so, you’re too far gone to have comprehended him.

large, slender yet indelicate hands urge you closer and closer into him till he was virtually engulfed in you; the intoxicatingly sweet scent of you that left him ensnared, and the honeyed nectar that oozed from your molten hot center and mingled with his desperate slobber.

it’s not long before your stomach quivers from the knot that grows tighter and tighter with each enthusiast lick. your unsteady fingers find themselves raking through his messy raven locks as your thighs that surround his shoulders threaten to shut.

then the pressure that was trapped in your lower abdomen, snapped—flowing through your body like the waves of an ocean with each overwhelming spasm. your mind dizzy and mouth left agape as silent cries erupt from you.

finally, bruno latches off your aching cunt and gazes at you with glossed over eyes. “i’m sorry, mia amata,” he chuckles as plants a few quick soft pecks on your thighs, taking in your worn out expression. “i must’ve gotten carried away.”

he tends to get lost in the taste of you—not even worrying about whether you've come or not. you could be on your fifth orgasm and he’d still be lapping at your cunt as if he’s still trying to get your first orgasm.

though there are some instances where he’s receiving head from you, typically it’s during quickies, when he’s had a long day, or when you’re kind of taking charge in the bedroom.

he’s sprawled out on the bed, pants already thrown elsewhere in the room whilst his shirt followed leaving him in the bittersweet strain his boxers gave him. his cock twitched under the fabric as you licked a taunting stripe along its clothed underside, earning an almost impatient sigh from the man. one of your hands rested along the waistband of his briefs as your other trailed up his body—thumbing at his side before flicking and rubbing at his exposed nipple.

he loved yet hated this—he hated how much you tease him and make him wait, yet he loved how easily you could get him to be putty in your hands. it’s not long before you tug his underwear off, letting his aching cock spring free and throb with each bead of pre-cum that dribbles from the tip.

his abdomen quivers as he sucks in an unsteady breath when you lick up the mess that dripped down to the base, soon enveloping his tip in the fleshy warmness of your mouth—cheeks hollowed as you focus on it, enjoying the breathy groans that slipped from his damp lips and the heavy lidded look he peered at you with. it’s not long before you take him further into your mouth, causing his groans to shift to a stream of swears in his native tongue.

each breath shorter than the last—shallow, choppy gasps that rapidly shifted to hissed out groans every time the head of his cock kissed the back of your throat.

his hands struggling to stay in their respective places, at his sides because you begged so sweetly. you slither a hand along his stomach and to his chest, occasionally rubbing and flicking at the nub whilst your other hand gently massaged his balls.

bruno throws his head back as his body tenses and shudders at the stimulation—your throat? fuuck, and your hands? at this point, he thinks he’s done for—his hands grip at the sheets till the skin on his knuckles whiten, a string of whimpery moans fall from the man’s kiss bitten lips.

cries of the endearing pet names he’d given you followed by a cacophony of swears and quivering sobs of “gonna cum—mngh hah! ‘m close!” involuntarily, his hips buck, making you gag a bit as the tip of his cock met with your throat at a hurried pace.

his skin was fiery hot as his belly convulsed as he teetered closer to the edge, his hands in constant limbo as they yearned to push down on your head yet want to remain in their positions.

though his mind goes blank and his body stills as he spills his load into your mouth, a cry of ecstasy erupts from deep within him as his legs tremble with each encouraging squeeze you give his balls, blue eyes sealed shut as he emptied himself in your throat.

i also think josuke is the type of guy that loves giving BUT, he really really loves receiving more than anything.

mainly because he think you just look so fucking pretty with his cock in your mouth; how you gaze up at him with glassy eyes when the tip hits the back of your throat a few times, how messy you look when drool dribbles from the corner of your mouth, and how pitifully pretty you look when he shoots his load down your throat.

it only gets worse when you’ve either got on a full face of makeup or you’re in the process of putting it on. maybe you two have a dinner reservation or a simple night out with friends? whatever the case, the minute he sees you the two of you are either late or stuck at home—aka, mascara running as your eyes watered from gagging and lipgloss smeared all over the left side of your face and all over his cock.

the view was just so pretty from up here, especially after he adds the much needed finishing touch to your makeup, making sure it gives your skin that nice dewy finish before he’s gingerly laying you on the comforter so he can get his share too.

he runs a thumb along the corner of your lips, intently ruining your hard work. “wha— josuke, what are yo—!” you huff before you're interrupted by a low voice that’d been brought down to a whisper despite it just being the two of you.

“i think you look pretty like this, babe.” his lips warm and wet as they leave a trail of small hickeys along the juncture of your shoulder and neck. “we don’t have time for this, josuke. we gotta be at the place in twen—“

“but,” he interrupts once more, pausing to peer up at you through the bathroom mirror as he continues. “i think you’d look prettier with my dick in your mouth.” he whispers in your ear, tone sultry whilst his eyes remain stuck on yours—silently pleading as his hands squeezed needily at your waist.

doesn’t take much to get you on your knees with your hands ghosting themselves along the belt and button that kept his painfully swollen shaft tucked away. the metal of the buckle clinks as it clashes with the tile floor, you slip a hand under his shirt only to tenderly rub at his abdomen, hand threatening to dip below his slacks.

your lips litter the fabric around the zipper with lipgloss before you catch the metal zip between your teeth, sliding it agonizingly slow while gazing into his bluish-purple hues.

his pants and underwear fall as quickly as he put them on this morning. his now slick with precum that seemed to leak ceaselessly from his tip that’d been a fierce sanguine color as it throbbed with each feathery light kiss you placed upon it—dragging out a myriad of low groans and shivering inhales.

he rests a hand on your cheek all while you take him in your mouth, lipgloss leaving a sticky trail along his cock each time you slipped him out of warmness behind your lips.

he always ends up shooting blanks almost right after a couple of minutes. if he isn’t pulling out and spilling his spend on your face whilst admiring the new look, he’s begging you not to swallow his cum.

mumbling things like “wanna taste it on your lips” or “tastes so much sweeter from you” while pulling you up from on your knees just to sloppily slide his tongue in your mouth, making a sticky mess of cum and spit dribble from both your lips.

when he’s giving you head, it can vary. sometimes it’s after he’s cum in you after a quickie or just a normal night. he’s the type of guy to be like “i kiss you after you suck me off, why would it matter” but says “can’t leave you all dirty now, can i?” instead.

other times he’d be shamelessly between your legs while you were on the phone with someone—he apologizes profusely later but bro has needs and he gets a kick outta hearing how you struggle to bite back a few mewls from spilling out, or when you’re about to go somewhere and you’re waiting for a friend to pick you up.

you almost forgot where you were when he pulled out and started lapped away at your pretty pussy, mumbling sweet praises and a faint ‘gotta clean you up’  in his wake whilst his fingers practically dug into the skin of you plush thighs to hold you in place. he was sloppy, but good.

had your dress not been hiked up your thigh it’d be just like his shirt—the shirt that had been drenched in your juices and some splotches of his spend, sure, but it was mainly his slob that oozed from his bottom lip in fervor with each whimper he emitted as his cock twitched.

your thighs quivered around his broad shoulders as you neared another high—your tummy tensed with each silky sweep, gasps uneven yet punctuated before you silently scream and convulse. and he almost continues, that is until the doorbell rings.

“sh-shit! Josuke, I gotta go.” you gasp frantically, breath labored as you glance at him—wiping the blend of liquids from his mouth with his thumb before licking it clean. your legs almost give out as you go over to give him a quick kiss and a ‘love you’ before heading off.

i think leone would honestly be content either.

maybe he likes pleasing you and making you feel like nothing but putty in his hands, while he might also have days where he just wants to fuck till you’re nothing but dumb on his dick.

i think when he just wants to bask in you—days where he just wants to take his time with you; lazy days, maybe even special occasions, etc. at times like this, he thinks about your pleasure yes, but he’s more focused on drinking in all of you—no wall or crevice will remain untouched.

he’s eating you out like you’re his last meal, slow yet thorough. and he loves hearing you whine for more, for him to pick up the pace, anything! but he just peers up at you with heavy lids, giving your clit a quick pinch and then a loving lick before closing his eyes and resuming his mind-numbingly slow pace. eating you out is like an art form to him…

your back arches from off the soft comforter as you squirm, tears welling in your waterline at his tortuous pace. “leone, please–!” you mewl only for your plea to fall upon deaf ears as his eyes remain blissfully shut whilst his kneading at your thigh and hip never cease, as for his slow attacks on your slick center—they remained the same.

you let out a pitiful wail that veered into a choppy sigh. it’s not long before he picks up the pace only by a bit, groaning into your dewy paradise that gushed the very nectar that left him yearning for more.

on other days though, he might wanna whore you out—slap the head of his cock on the tip of your tongue, watch you drink his drool before finally pushing his cock to the back of your throat. choked out chuckles of ‘such a good slut for me’ and ‘so pretty with my dick in your mouth’ as he face fucks you.

his hands either resting on the sides of your face or wrapped comfortably around your neck, no in between. typically he wraps his hands around your neck just to feel the print his dick leave when you take him down to the hilt. 

his thumb rubs at your cheek as a stray tear falls from your eye. he takes his cock out of your mouth before tapping at your bottom lip with his pointer. “be a good girl and open up for me.” he sighs, smirking as part your kiss swollen lips for him, making sure your tongue is out.

it’s not long before he slaps the wet muscle with his fat, aching tip as he emits a faint gasp at the feeling only to stop and pull your face closer to his, as saliva dripped from his tongue and onto yours. uttering a ‘swallow’ before easing his cock back into your mouth after you’d open it again.

giorno look like he stares.. okay wait hear me out.

i think giorno is very tender when he’s both giving and receiving head, but i also think he likes being able to look into your eyes when it’s happening. it just does something for him.

i think that and MAYBE a bit of hand holding because he likes when you start squeezing his hand when you feel good or are close.

not only does that warm his heart but it also kinda shows him that he’s doing a good job. at least that’s what he thinks when he’s eating you out, you on the other hand…

he has literally dumbed you down. when he asks you something or mumbles something you can’t even comprehend it, let alone form thoughts in general.

he’d fluctuate between a slow and a fast pace because he doesn’t want you to cum too quick but he also kinda wants you to and so while he’s doing that, you’re struggling to keep your eyes open even by a bit.

and everytime your eyes fall shut, he gives you thigh a quick little nibble to get you back on track, hopefully.

you’re nothing but a babbling mess under his sharp yet adoring gaze. your mouth yearns to say anything other than swears but your mind is merely a puddle in that head of yours all thanks to your boyfriend.

one of his hands intertwined gingerly with yours as he sucked and lapped at your dripping pussy longingly—as if your juices were his only source of hydration. your lids threaten to shut from the immense pleasure, grip on his hand tightening as your abdomen tingled.

your eyes shut and just when you’re about to cum, he pulls away and bites at your thigh, which get a dejected whine from you.

when he’s on the receiving end, he wants to go slow cause just looking at your eyes almost makes him cum, but he just wants to see you but your mouth is so warm—ripping pathetic noises from him, ranging from uneven breaths to whimpers and whines. 

his hand tightly enveloping yours as you suck at his tip before taking his cock all the way to the hilt, making his abdomen shudder and tense at the sensation whilst his mouth hung wide open yet all that came out were silent sobs.

his golden locks were now in disarray and intermingled with sweat as his stomach quivered each time you took him to the base. pre cum practically pooling in your mouth as his breathing became more ragged.

though despite his eyes being on the verge of closure, his sights were forever trained on you and how pretty your swollen lips looked around his aching cock. swears slipping from his tongue in a melody that left your core warm with fiery arousal. his chest rising and falling with each quickened breath as his hips began to involuntarily buck as he neared his climax.

© zujime. all rights reserved. do not translate, copy, modify, repost or claim any of my works on any platform as yours.

[naomijoestar]

Happy late birthday and halloween! 🎃 hope you had a wonderful day 🥰

I had an idea that I struggled with getting out of my head so hear me out… Headcanons of the Passione members with a s/o who has big titties??? 🍒

I rest my case :3

Masterlist here <3

Thank you sm!💕 And 👀👀👀👀👀👀 I love this it’s so cheeky, I wouldn’t really consider this NSFW since it’s just them being… them ig? Just also simping and admiring :p I hope you like this and if you’d like anything changed or anything specific added you can always message me and I’ll fix it up!

Also I made this afab reader I hope you don’t mind

Passione members with a girlfriend who has big boobs

Giorno Giovanna

- Giorno might be a gentleman, but even he’s not immune to being captivated by you. He’ll occasionally find his gaze lingering, trying to be subtle but totally failing

- Sometimes, he’ll catch himself admiring you and quickly look away, trying to stay composed

- He finds himself instinctively shielding you if anyone else stares a little too long, offering his jacket to cover you up if you want. He’ll murmur, “Not that you need it—you’re stunning either way.”

- Giorno might buy you clothes with strategic support and structure, wanting you to feel comfortable and confident

- He’d gently tease, “You do know the effect you have on me, don’t you?” with a mischievous glint in his eyes

- When you catch him looking, he’ll give you a soft, almost shy smile and say, “Forgive me—I’m only admiring perfection.”

- Giorno is more likely to brush his fingers along your collarbone or rest his hand lightly on your chest when holding you close, clearly enjoying the way you fit against him

- Sometimes, he’ll quietly joke, “You’re going to be the end of me,” with a mischievous gleam in his eyes, making it clear that you’re very much on his mind

Bruno Bucciarati

- He loves hugging you close (😉), noticing how snug you feel against him, but he’ll keep his thoughts to himself

- He’d never make you feel objectified; he’d just subtly admire you and show you off in a classy way

- If you need help with finding comfortable clothing, he’s quick to assist and even offers suggestions, given his keen eye for fashion

- “You know, it’s hard for me to keep my hands off you.”

- Bruno loves spoiling you with outfits he thinks will highlight your best features, saying, “This would look perfect on you. Trust me.”

- When he hugs you close, he’ll rest his head just above your chest, murmuring, “I could stay here forever.” You can feel the warmth of his smile, clearly content to be so close to you

- He’ll run his fingers along your collarbone, softly tracing a line just above your chest, and give you a look that speaks volumes

- If you ask him about it, he’ll simply say, “How could I not admire you? You make everything else seem ordinary.”

Leone Abbacchio

- Abbacchio is often pretty reserved, but he’ll sometimes mutter a grumpy compliment, like, “That top looks nice on you.”

- Despite his usual stoicism, he can’t help but stare, especially when you’re just relaxing together

- If he sees someone else ogling, he’ll shoot them a glare that sends them running in the other direction

- He may pretend to be indifferent, but he’ll casually drape an arm around your shoulder, just for an excuse to feel closer, come on, he is a man with eyes and desires after all

- If he catches you looking away bashfully, he’ll smirk and say, “Don’t get shy on me now. I like the view.”

- He’ll pull you close in quiet moments, savoring the feeling of your warmth against him, secretly enjoying how you fit against him

- Abbacchio isn’t one for obvious compliments, but he’ll let out a smirk and say, “Just know I’m lucky to have you.”

Guido Mista

- Mista would definitely be the most obvious, often staring before realizing and trying to play it cool

- He’s more vocal and won’t hesitate to compliment you with his cheeky grin, saying, “Damn, babe, you look amazing.”

- He’s the type to buy you cute (or even silly) bras he thinks you might like, just as a little gift, and he loves buying you tops he thinks will highlight your curves

- The Sex Pistols might tease him about how smitten he is

- Will straight-up say, “Babe, you’re really making it hard to concentrate!” with a wink that makes you blush

- He loves pulling you into his lap, wrapping his arms around you and nuzzling into your boobs with a smirk, laughing when you push him away playfully. “What? I’m just appreciating my beautiful girl!”

- Mista’s openly a simp, so he won’t hesitate to let you know exactly what he’s thinking. He’ll look at you with a big grin and say, “Babe, you look…incredible. Really hard not to stare.”

- He loves it when you wear anything form-fitting and will definitely throw you a wink, saying, “You’re out here making everyone jealous—and I’m just lucky to be the guy next to you.”

Narancia Ghirga

- Narancia’s reaction would be blunt and honest, probably saying something loud and obvious without thinking it through

- He absolutely loves cuddling with you and is more than happy to be the small spoon if that means getting cozy against your tits

- He’ll wrap his arms around you in a tight hug, his head resting comfortably on your chest, sighing happily as he murmurs, “Can we just stay like this forever?” He loves to hug you close, especially when he can rest his head on your chest

- He doesn’t shy away from cheeky compliments, grinning down at you and saying, “You know, you make it really hard to keep my cool, babe.”

- Narancia would be thrilled to spoil you with gifts, even making up little excuses just to buy you something that makes you look—and feel—amazing

- If he finds himself staring, he won’t be subtle about it; he’ll just smile, completely mesmerized, and say, “Can you blame me? You look amazing.”

- He’ll often tell you how gorgeous you are, even in the simplest outfits, making you feel like the most admired person in his world

Pannacotta Fugo

- Fugo is shy and would find himself trying not to stare, but it’s clear he’s struggling, he’ll shyly brush his hand along your arm, whispering, “You… really are something else.”

- If you ever catch him, he’ll turn red and immediately look away, acting like nothing happened, “Can you blame me?”

- He’d be protective, making sure nobody else stares at you for too long, even if he has to shoot a harsh look or make a snarky comment

- He’d enjoy more subtle gestures, like resting a hand on top of your cleavage or helping you adjust your clothes, making sure you’re comfortable

- Sometimes, when you both are alone, he’ll quietly wrap his arms around you from behind, resting his chin on your shoulder and sighing, “You have no idea what you do to me, do you?”

- He’s the type to blush when complimenting you, but he’ll still manage to say, “You’re making it very difficult to stay calm.”

- Fugo is also protective; he’ll drape an arm around you when he senses others looking, leaning down to say quietly, “They don’t deserve to stare at you like that.”

I hope you enjoy this! I tried making it a little intimate but also not too much, but if you’d like that changed I’ll happily do so! <3

If you enjoyed this make sure to check out my other post, and if you’d like anything specific for any jjba character/squad parts 1-7 you can always request it!

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Top 2 petty adults who hate their part’s JoJo more than the main antagonist

[rougepancake]

Take care.

How they deal with you when you’re on your period (hcs)

Ft. Leonne Abbacchio and Bruno Bucciarati

WARNINGS: Fem!reader. Period cramps, mood swings. Fluffy stuff. These hcs are all over the place btw. There is no order whatsoever-

BRUNO BUCCIARATI

Don’t doubt him, he’s done his research and then some

He knows exactly what to get you when you’re cramping badly, and treats you as if you’re the most fragile thing on earth

Prepares you the BEST herbal teas and plays with your hair while you drink them

Sadly, he doesn’t cave when you beg him for whatever you’re craving, giving you stuff that he knows will tone down your cramps

He definitely gives you massages if you’re tense

I feel like he’s said something along the lines of “we’re in this together” and immediately regretted it afterwards

He makes everything about you for sure

There’s a movie you’ve been wanting to watch? He just bought it on dvd and you’re watching it tonight

You’re hungry? Tell him what you want and he’ll cook it to the best of his abilities

Need a heating pad? If you want, he’ll lay on top of you while you cuddle. If you don’t, you bet your ass he’s got a heating pad on standby

Prepares you nice warm baths and showers and enjoys being able to take care of you like this

Has the fridge stocked with various different fruits and vegetables for you, hand picked to make sure that they’re to your liking

Also has a secret stash of dark chocolate that he bought specifically for when you’re on your period

(he has to move it every month to prevent you from finding it)

Is amazing at comforting you through your mood swings. He’s a real champ for sure

Like if you snap at him, he’ll sit there and take it, because he knows you’ll cave and apologize later. He knows that it’s not your fault that your moody, so therefore he has no need to return your sudden anger

At the start of your relationship, he was definitely much more antsy whenever it came to your cramps and such, but the longer you’re together the more comfortable he gets

He has done all the research he can, and has even gone as far as to ask some of the older women he knows for pointers and such

100% rants to Abbacchio in secret

“I just don’t know what to do! She won’t even let me hold her-“ Bucciarati rambles, his hands waving around madly as he speaks. It’s uncharacteristic for him to be so worked up over something that’s so easily solved.

“Just give her some space.” Abbacchio shrugs and rolls his eyes at his friend. It makes perfect sense, really. You wouldn’t let him touch you, and you seemed moodier than you usually were. You just wanted space. Duh.

“Oh… Yeah. That might work.”

LEONE ABBACCHIO

He has done some research. Like just enough to know what’s healthy for you and what he should do

This guy has a wonderful poker face, because not once have you been able to pick up on the fact that he’s panicking inside

Listen, he loves you, and he’s seriously doing his best here, but damn-

He has to fight back the urge to argue with you for fear that he’ll only upset you further

Like he really, reallyyy wants to piss you off, but he knows better than to do that (plus Bucciarati would never let him hear the end of it-)

While he doesn’t know a whole lot about what to do, he tends to cuddle you until you sleep, or make you whatever you ask for

Sorry but he can’t cook to save his life

Expect slightly burnt food every time he hands you a plate (you love it anyways)

Like Bruno, he’s got a stash of dark chocolate for you, except it’s sitting out in the open and he eats it with you while you’re watching cringy rom coms

I wholeheartedly believe he lets you do his makeup (and vice versa)

Like if you’re feeling up to it, he’ll walk in with his makeup kit and let you go crazy with it

Typically leaves it on until you fall asleep

Whenever he does your makeup, he’s very careful to not upset or hurt you. It’s one of the few times you get to see him so gentle

Has water bottles and heating pads within reach at all times just in case your cramps get worse. He also carries a bottle of Midol in his pocket for extra caution

Refuses to tell you that, however

Had the mindset of “not my womb, not my problem” until he started dating you

The first time you brought it up he died inside. You were suffering and there wasn’t really anything he could do about it. It sucked

Because he has done very basic research, he has no idea what to feed you other than your cravings

I mean yeah he looked up what to give you, but forgot within an hour once he saw how much pain you were actually in

Strictly refuses to ask questions about it and does not want help from anyone.

He gets incredibly flustered when he has to go out and get you pads/tampons. His brain always seems to short circuit on him while he’s in the isle. “What size does she prefer?” “Does she bleed heavily or not?? Fuck I can’t remember-!”

Snaps at anyone who looks at him funny when he buys them

Let’s you do his hair for sure, but WILL NOT go out in public with whatever hairstyle you give him

Braids? Cute, but not in front of Bucciarati

Ponytail? Actually he’s kind of digging it, but he knows he’ll never hear the end of it from the others, so no

Pigtails? You sounded excited about them, but he’d literally rather die than have anyone seen him with his hair like that ❤️

“Can I do your hair?” You ask softly, looking up at him from your spot on the couch. “I think you’d look good with Dutch braids, and I’d like to try it out on you.”

“Fine.” He grabs the hair brush and sits with his back towards you, allowing you full access to his hair. “Just don’t rip it out or whatever.”

“Thanks Leone.” You smile and begin parting his hair. “You’re gonna look amazing when I’m done.”

“I’d better.”

[shyfairies]

sleepy nights with narancia♡

☆warnings: none!

the colorful hue coming from the sun as it set shone through the window, dusting your walls a faint pink with a hint of orange. the window was cracked open, letting a light breeze flow through the air and rest on your bare skin, tingling from the chilly sensation.

it was a cool summer's evening, and after a long day of doing basically nothing, being tangled up with your boyfriend in bed was all you needed. your legs were intertwined as well as your arms, foreheads pressed together as you felt his calm breath against your face. eyes closed peacefully and lips slightly parted, his sleepy features were enough to make your heart melt into a puddle.

as you watched him in his slumber, his eyes suddenly fluttered open, revealing the deep purple color that you adored so much. immediately upon seeing your face, a smile found itself on his.

"is it morning already?" a sleepy narancia asked, his hand that was originally around your waist now reaching to rub his eyes.

"not quite. it's around eight pm," you replied.

he responded with a simple hum before returning his hand to it's original spot. his eyes danced around the room, but eventually settled right on yours. once again he removed his hand, this time to brush your hair behind your ears so he can caress your cheek lovingly. the pad of his thumb was warm against your face, and you felt yourself shiver under his soothing touch.

"you're so beautiful," narancia cooed. you could see in his eyes how much he loved you, so deep and filled with passion, you got lost in them everytime.

the two of you lie there for a moment, enjoying the comfort of eachother, feeling the warmth and gentleness of eachother's touch. you could smell the air coming from outside, it was sweet, and you felt your eyes close as you breathed in the scent.

suddenly, narancia sat up, leaving you with just the trace of his hand against your cheek that you so desperately craved.

"are you getting up?" you asked.

"nah, i just need to stretch."

you see him raise his arms as high as he can above his head, letting out a quiet groan as he plops them back in his lap. he lets out a sigh before almost instantly falling back into bed, now facing the ceiling.

you take this as an opportunity to slither back into his strong, warm arms, your head nuzzled into his chest, and your arm draped across his waist. instinctually, his arms wrap around you, with one around your torso and the other resting on top of your head.

this was one of your favorite positions. the sound of his heartbeat and the feeling of his stomach slowly rising as he breathes, it almost lures you to sleep. you nuzzle a little deeper, just wanting to be as close to him as possible. he made you feel safe, protected, cared for—something you didn't feel very often with everything that goes on in your daily life.

"you know, my principessa," narancia whispered. "someday, i would love to marry you, and make you my wife."

with his sweet words, you felt him hold you closer as he caressed your hair.

"i want to spoil you, and be the best husband you could ever have. i want to give you everything, the world, even. you deserve it, amore mio."

slowly, you feel yourself starting to drift off to narancia's gentle voice, your body melting into him. hearts beating in sync with eachother, both filled with pure, gentle love.

"i will always protect you, y/n," he whispered into your ear. narancia slowly and softly placed a kiss on your forehead, very careful not to wake you, before nearly falling asleep himself.

"i love you."

p.s. credits to the creator of the dividers♡

[byakuyacoochie]

ACAB - Leone Abbacchio x Reader

Request: enemies to lovers with Abbachio 👀?

[especiallyqhere]

Lmao Sonic's your JoJos :)

[almondx1ao]

Rainy days, stormy nights {Abbacchio fluff}

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Cw: Unwanted touching and Google translated Italian

Word count: 1, 593

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Rain pelted against the window of your shared apartment. You could hear the wind whistling through the unsealed crack in your window. Even though the world outside the window was grey and dull you couldn't help but enjoy the sounds that came with the rain, the smells too. Despite the window being closed the smell of rain on the pavement wafted into your nose. You sat in your shared room, blankets covering up to your hips and your back pressed against the fluffiness of a pillow.

The glow of the candles that you lit danced against the four walls and objects that filled the empty space. A reminder of the life you shared with Abbacchio. A book nestled between your palms, fingers feeling the smooth texture of the pages. The pads of your fingers traced the words so you could keep track of each word and your eyes could easily take in the sentences that painted each page. It was a cozy atmosphere, quiet and calm it was like a haven from the chaos that stormed outside.

At first, Abbacchio was closed off, as he was with anyone, but you were persistent. You worked at Libeccio's as a server and that's where you had first met the goth and stoic man you had grown to love. You made it a mission to always serve his and the bucci gang's table. You would try and talk to him, get his attention, but he more often than not ignored you, headphones covering his ears to drown out the sounds of the buzzing world around him. But the moment things changed was the moment that he had stepped in to help you.

Abbacchio had been at Libeccio's a bit later than usual, Bruno had asked him to come. He had been the first to arrive and he very swiftly made his way over to their reserved table. He sat down and did the usual, he put his headphones on in wait for the rest to arrive. He noticed you waiting tables, like usual as well. You had taken overtime because you needed the money.

However, you had gotten to a table of yours and checked on the customers there, but a man at the table closest to you had one too many drinks. He reached his hand to you and put his hand on the small of your back and moved lower. You moved away, but he caught your apron and pulled you back to continue what he was doing. But that came to a stop and he instantly pulled his hand away from you. You felt a looming presence behind you and you turned around and looked up at Abbacchio with wide eyes. He was intimidating and was using that to his advantage, his eyes glaring daggers at the man who touched you.

His eyes found you once more and you looked relieved, a smile pulled at your lips. It was clear you were thankful for his intervention. Even though he had noticed that you had tried to get his attention and he got slightly annoyed by it, Abbacchio wasn't going to let someone touch you like that. But after he actually got a good look at you, his eyes traced over every single detail. You were so bright, he was nearly blinded by your shine.

Though he refused to admit it out loud, you were quite cute. From then on Abbacchio would acknowledge you at least a little more than he had been. He let you talk his ear off and show him things you were excited about. You were bubbly, but not in a way that annoyed him you actually made him feel warm when you talked to him. He even started to hang out with you outside of work.

When he realized he had feelings for you he had been in denial, he ignored it. In fact he had distanced himself from you because of it. He couldn't get close, not again. He felt as though if he were to get close to you he would lose you. But as I said before, you were persistent. You didn't let him pull away from you, you simultaneously gave him space and also kept close.

You were patient with him and reassuring which made him realize the reason he got feelings for you in the first place. When the two of you got together, he didn't let anyone know and he told you that would be the case. There was a lot of people that could hurt you, especially since you weren't a stand user. He didn't even let on a change to those closest to him, even Bruno didn't catch on until later on in the relationship. He only reluctantly told Bruno after he kept pushing it, and even when he did, he kept it vague.

Abbacchio wasn't the type to hold your hand in public, in fact he acted very closed off to you in public. It was to keep you safe from harm. It was very different when it came to being behind closed doors. While Abbacchio still wasn't too fond of physical touch he still loved the feel of your skin against his. And he would every so often let you indulge in cuddles or kisses.

The way he displayed his affections was through acts of service, he is very attentive to you and wants to make sure that you are happy and wants to cheer you up when you're not. He was very quiet when it came to show his affection for you, he showed it through his actions rather than words. Despite his gruff and brash exterior if you caught him doing something for you, he would get a bit flushed and act as though he wasn't doing anything, looking away as he did so.

You could hear the front door open and close, it was your boyfriend. Just from the sound alone, you could tell that he was agitated. It was easy to get him that way though, Abbacchio was always easy to anger, the only emotion that showed through his steely gaze. The rest covered with stoicism that only you and people close to him had been able see right through. He was both thankful and annoyed that you could read him so easily.

Abbacchio had closed himself off from people to be able to read him, so he was intrigued that you were able to see through his walls like they were windows. He looked around the living room and the kitchen to find you, but his lavender and gold eyes didn't find his little bundle of joy. You were an escape from the grueling world that surrounded him, you were a breath of fresh air amongst the smog that puffed amongst the clouds. He went to the bedroom and opened the door, his eyes immediately found you cuddled under the blankets. You were so cute as your eyes found him and the first thing you did was smile at him.

Your smile alone was enough to ease some of the tension in his tense shoulders. Abbacchio instantly made his way over to you, his rough hands took the book in yours and set it aside,

"Hey!"

You say with a gentle laugh, despite how cute you were it didn't stop him. He put a finger under your chin and lifted your gaze to meet his, his lips greeted yours in a familiar embrace then they traced to plant a kiss on your forehead. Not without eliciting squeals and giggles from you, how did he get so lucky? After placing many lavender colored kisses on your soft skin he had moved to lay on top of you, head buried into your chest. His eyes closed as he listened to the thrum of your steady heartbeat and the wisps of your soft breaths.

Abbacchio was never usually the one to initiate contact, so you knew he really needed your affections. Times like these you enjoyed the most, when he was super cuddly with you and had initiated it. You cherished the fact that he did and when he did, you loved his kisses and hugs, not forgetting to mention his cuddles. So of course you would lean into any affection he gave you.

The way your chest rose and fell with every breath you took comforted him, even after dating you he still hadn't come to terms with the fact you were real. That his hands could reach out and move over your form, that his words were to be caught by your ears and taken to heart. Abbacchio was taken out of his thoughts when he felt you kiss the crown of his head and rest your chin on top. He then felt your fingers start to course through his silvery colored and slightly damp locks. The cold irritation he felt from the day's events melted away with just a few gestures.

"Mio caro(My darling) Leone..."

Abbacchio heard you call him by his name in a soft tone, it sent shivers down his spine. You had him completely captivated by you, just your voice alone could lull him into a sense of bliss. The two of you sat in silence, your fingers gently ran through his hair until they came to a stop. Both of your breaths fell to a shallow pace, indicating that both of fell asleep. Once again, the only sounds that rang through the room was your shared breaths and the sound of rain hitting the window, leaving the apartment to hum in tranquil harmony.

[sheila--e]

Been on an MS Paint kick lately. This program is so awesome its the only flawless art program (apart from when it fucking eats my png files)

[Ko-fi]

[shoechoe]

idk abbacchio having his beef with a child is very funny in some sense but also i can't think about it too hard or i start to cringe immensely

[shineonyoucrazyyandere]

I was wondering how you think Abbacchio would react to a darling that’s in college and suffers from on and off depression? I love your work so much and this is my first request ever (crazy since I’ve been following you since 2020 or 2021 ((i can’t remember but you’re why I joined tumblr 😭))

I’m flattered you signed up to this cursed site to read my stuff. But it’s okay, we’re all mad here right? I even have crazy right in my username.

I rambled on this piece, just trying to think on him so uh don’t mind me.

Yandere! Leone Abbacchio w/ a darling who has on/off depression He’s always there for you, whether you know it or not. He’ll sigh in resignation as he pulls out a key and unlocks the door to your apartment. The slightly stale air tingles his nostrils immediately, it’s not like he could really berate you for anything you haven’t done. As the former cop has been in a sorrier state himself, something he won’t hesitate to admit. Abbacchio proceeds to close the door behind him and reaches over to crack a window some.

His eyes scan across the living room and kitchen, there were a few things scattered about disorganized. The sink had some dishes in them, yet to be washed with the pile steadily growing. He’d take care of those later, maybe even try to help you do it. Right now, however his selfish thoughts of seeing you overrode the thought of tidying up the place.

It wasn’t hard to hear footsteps outside of your room, that he knew well from the countless times he’s walked in here. He taught you to at least recognize his and Bucciarati’s footsteps, the others never really came to your place unexpectedly so there was no real need to mention theirs. Which is odd to put it lightly, but the twenty one year old couldn’t help but obsess over it. His stand wasn’t necessarily combat oriented, and of course he still had his training from his cop days instilled in his brain. It was just for safety, that was what he told himself with these precautions. The long haired male knew deep down it was sort of wrong but he kept with it anyway.

Your door wasn’t even fully shut when he approached it. It only took a small push for the door to swing wide open. Then there you were sleeping on your bed, hair disheveled and you were still in your pajamas. What time was it now? Thirteen, no wait fourteen hundred… he inwardly cursed himself for glossing over the time. Either way it was rather late for waking up. Yet you were rather mesmerizing sleeping the way you were. He could just sit there on your bed and watch you lay there for eternity.

It took all his mental strength to not silently just stand there like a creep and say your name. It was a gentle and low grumble, but it was loud enough to stir you a little bit. He waits a minute before saying your name again, the white haired male wasn’t that brazen yet. Sure he could stalk you or play you back on Moody Blues without hesitation. Yet there was something gnawing at him to not touch you being unaware right now. Like that was a good place to supposedly draw the line at. He knows he’ll cross it eventually with how much his mind goes to you.

“A…A…Abba…cchio?” You mumbled incoherently, but Abbacchio’s heart stammered immediately knowing those syllables you slogged over were that of his name.

“I just came to check in on you” He told you, although totally unannounced you took his word for it.

He already knew the issues of depression you had, and the mountain of stress that your college classes were causing. He knew the smallest of details that you never told him. From listening outside your open window or using Moody Blues while you were gone. Your eyes looked exhausted from your mental strife, it made him melt inwardly. He was filth, but he reassured himself to keep you clean even if you didn’t know it.

“Are you going to be okay?” He asked as you clumsily sat yourself up.

“I don’t know…” You answered honestly “but I want to try”

He nodded solemnly asking what he could do for you, every little question thumped in his chest. The support you needed and a shadow that watched your every move. From home to classes, to shopping, or even sitting at home. Maybe you knew and despised him, he could be thrown out at anytime, disposed of like garbage. He disregarded that in his current situation, being near something he always wanted. He wasn’t ready to let you go, he’d never willingly do so but he’d help somehow even if it indulged his selfishness.

[serendipitous-imagines]

Could you write headcanons for jjba Bruno, Abbacchio, Fugo, Narancia, and Giorno being protective of their bf? Either around an enemy stand user or just general protectiveness is fine >///< Male reader please

Thank you so much for the request! This is my very first request on this blog and I am so excited for it!! I hope this is perfect for you~ I absolutely adored writing the boys and I had so much fun thinking of all the scenarios of what they would do!!

~ Love, Mod Jay

BRUNO BUCCIARATI

✦ Bruno’s protectiveness over you often shows itself in the form of him holding your hand ever so tighter than usual and a constant biting of his inner cheek or his lip. His body gets subtly tenser, only you would be able to notice it.  ✦ Bruno has trained you before on what to do if there was an enemy stand user attacking you, but even he gets shaken seeing that you could possibly be in danger. He will start commanding members of his team the best he can because he wants to ensure nothing can get you or hurt you, and while he trusts his teammates, he trusts himself more to protect you. ✦ He gets intensely focused on protecting you, even when he has a large pit of worry in his stomach. He will always focus on you and wrap himself around you. If the enemy stand user starts to charge towards you, he will throw his body between the both of you and open a zipper to slide you inside with him. ✦ When you return home, Bruno will insist on relaxing. He will draw a hot bath for the both of you and pour a couple glasses of wine. The rest of the day is devoted to taking care of you and checking to make sure you are okay. It is usually how Bruno copes with the leftover protective feelings.

LEONE ABBACCHIO

✦ Abbacchio is constantly in Protection Mode when it comes to you. He never lets you leave his line of sight on a normal day and will somewhat follow you around to ensure that you are safe and you are not getting wrapped up in some sort of danger.  ✦ When you are being attacked by an enemy stand user, Abbacchio will put his body in front of yours and keep a hand pressed to your lower back to keep you closer to him. He will keep his body facing the enemy stand user and their stand, never giving any opening to your body to get hurt by the stand.  ✦ Abbacchio tends to get a little snappier and blunter than usual with his teammates when he is protective over you. But with you, he speaks quietly and softly to you, often reassuring you that it’s okay and he will be the one to keep you safe, nothing will get you when he is here.  ✦ After the danger is gone and Abbacchio has (kind of) calmed down, he typically gets a little embarrassed because of how intense he was acting. Even though he is a little grumpy, he checks in with you and holds you a little tighter than usual for the next few days (and you may need to reassure him a few times).

PANNACOTTA FUGO

✦ When Fugo is protective he gets eerily quiet and his expression is much darker than it would usually be when he is upset. His grip on you gets very tight and he holds you to his side like you are practically super-glued to him. He basically snarls at anyone who would dare come close to you when he feels so protective of you. ✦ Whenever you are standing face-to-face with an enemy stand user, Fugo does not hesitate to release all of the anger he is feeling from you being frightened. He will rush into a fight and attack whilst keeping you in his line of sight. More times than not, Purple Haze will come out and start growling and attacking the enemy (and Fugo is pulling you as far away as possible so you aren't affected by his stand). ✦ Fugo curses a lot and growls- sometimes he says things he gets a little louder than he intends to because he is so pissed about someone even trying to hurt him. "I know you're desirable and all but can't they just FUCK OFF". ✦ After the enemy stand user is defeated and you both retire back to the base, Fugo usually paces around outside with you in tow. He will typically pull you behind the building to angrily kiss you and get possessive of you without any of the others seeing him.

NARANCIA GHIRGA

✦ Narancia is extremely clingy when he gets protective over you, often grabbing your hand and tugging it to his side. He tries to hide how protective he gets by talking louder and pulling you away from the danger you are close to, usually tugging you along to go walk around with him. He tries to make it as smooth as possible to show he isn’t being protective, but it is very obvious. ✦ Because his stand is a long-distance stand, Narancia is keeping you as far away as possible from the fighting. He will pull you into his lap to sit while he flies Aerosmith around. Narancia will make Aerosmith fly around the both of you to make sure nothing is sneaking up on the both of you. ✦ His legs bounce a lot when you are in immediate danger and he will often let out little yells and fling his arms around. Sometimes he will flash his life and call the enemy to stand user as many insults as he can think of. Once the enemy stand user is defeated and is on the ground, he will typically stomp on their body and jump on it while cursing them. ✦ Narancia goes back to his typical self fairly quickly after the incident, but he does have a huge spike of energy that you usually have to go along with. He will be clingy as he always is but now you are forced to go to the arcade with him (where he might let you win to make you feel better if you are still feeling afraid).

GIORNO GIOVANNA

✦ Giorno's eyes will always narrow whenever he feels protective of you. His breathing will also get heavier and he follows people around with his eyes more. Giorno trusts no one and whenever he feels like you could be in any immediate danger, he is ready to spring into action at even the slightest sign that something could happen. ✦ Giorno would be immediately involved in the fight with a burning passion to him. He would leave you with another one of the members of the team (typically Mista) so you are directly out of dangers way. His head will often turn to look at you and make sure you are okay. Seeing you in danger makes him fight harder and get a tad bit more cruel in his fighting style. ✦ If you get hurt, Giorno will run over to you immediately and take care of you. His arms will wrap around you and he will speak to you in a quiet voice and ask you how you are feeling while he heals your injuries. ✦ When you both return home, Giorno will pull you into an embrace and run his hands all along your body to check for any injuries. He gets pretty clingy to you in private and just wants to keep his hands on you until he can get the thoughts of you being hurt or taken from his mind.