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inkpot909 · 5 months ago

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First Love Headcanons: Bruno Bucciarati x Reader

↳ Gender neutral Reader with they/them pronouns. Implied the reader is shorter than Bucciarati? Canon-divergent. The reader is not made out to be very morally upright and is hinted at having a rough past.

A/n: Doing another one of these has been on my mind for a while now. Thank you to the lovely person below for the request! I hope y’all enjoy. <3

Warning(s): None.

There’s no time in Bruno Bucciarati’s schedule for a relationship.

Growing up in the mob kept him focused on the ‘family’ that took him in. It was his purpose, and the only reason he was able to support his father as well as himself. Before he learned the truth of the organization’s operations, he felt a pride in even the… messier aspects of his work.

Eventually finding a disconnect between it and his own morals leaves an empty spot in his heart. A shame so deeply buried within him that even the members slowly joining his team know little of it how deeply it affects him.

He now goes on with his work as normal, all while feeling like a bit of a hypocrite. His heart feeling so betrayed it needs little to push him towards full betrayal on his part.

Surely, a relationship would only muddy the waters.

All the cute girls that wave to him as he passes by on the street… who of them would be able to take such baggage? How could he expect anyone to? He wouldn’t have it in him to willingly bring anyone into this lifestyle, if his reluctance to let Narancia join is anything to go by.

Barely an adult and already he’s responsible for a small handful of people. Though, that thought never crosses his mind, as he’s unfortunately felt like an adult for an unfair amount of time.

And despite his own inner turmoil over his position in Passione, he’s formed meaningful relationships through the members of his team.

He’s the connection that binds them together, the head of their group, and by proxy the head of their little family. The purpose that the organization originally gave him now lands on the shoulders of his motley crew.

It’s them that keeps him going in spite of it all.

He finds his heart still beating, still moved each time he brings someone underneath his wing. That alone is good enough for a man like him.

No… there’s no time in Bruno Bucciarati’s schedule for a relationship.

And so, with that thought constantly repeated in his mind, he didn’t at all bat an eye when your own need eventually brought you to Passione’s metaphorical doorstep.

In your mind, it must’ve felt like fate.

Reaching for assistance at lowest point, you were subtly pointed toward one Bruno Bucciarati.

You don’t know what you expecting from the mafioso. A degree of harshness or coldness, perhaps. Only to be greeted with a hearty meal and an understanding personality so moving you fell into the trap of the mob right then and there.

How could you hope not to? When all you saw in that moment was a pair of gentle blue eyes looking at you with unspoken empathy, allowing you to speak freely despite his status as a gang leader.

So when he gave you an offer, you could only accept with newfound vigor.

The next couple of days felt like a blur, a change to your very view of your own psyche is made when it is suddenly able to manifest something you soon knew to call a stand. It is life altering to you, yet mundane to Bucciarati.

That kept you grounded.

Exiting a prison, golden broach in your hand, there’s no pit in your stomach that usually occurs when you lie straight to someone’s face. You had looked up at Polpo- an impossibly intimidating capo -and told him a lie. Said you’d kept the lighter on for 24 hours, and he… took your word for it, creepily enough.

You’re observant, able to discern that you were never meant to actually keep the lighter on the whole time, that the goal all along was to acquire a stand.

Distantly, you remember telling yourself as you left the prison that you ought to grow accustomed to lying anyways.

You didn't chose the mafia to be a player in your future, but life hardly goes the way people want.

And lying to a man like Polpo really didn’t feel like it counted anyways.

Still, Bruno’s reaction to your own twisted priorities was a darkly comforting one. It made you feel better about the coming days ahead:

Bruno Bucciarati finds himself checking his watch a third time, standing just a few yards away from a prison’s main entrance. Not many people like to pass by the looming building, leaving him alone and not likely to be recognized by anyone- Passione member or not.

He sighs, This should not be taking this long.

There’s only so much he can check the area around him before he starts looking suspect. Not that there’s much hustle and bustle in the surrounding area to distract himself with. A familiar impatience bubbles within his stomach, one that only occurs when he’s about to introduce his team to a new member.

Well… hopefully.

Before he starts growing gray hairs, he hears the prison gate creak open. Turning his head, he finally notices your figure exiting the large entrance with prison guards escorting you.

A smile finds its way onto his face, a gesture you return as you approach him. Once the gate is closed, and the two of you are left without any watchful eyes, you subtly gesture with your arm. The action causes his attention to move towards your hand that shows off a little golden broach in your hand.

He gives a nod, and you don’t waste time before shoving the little piece of gold into your pocket. Just as you do, you halt your footsteps- now standing close enough to hold a casually quiet conversation.

Every one of your movements are noticed and dissected within his mind, something you clearly understand just by looking at your poised body language. That, or you’re still on alert from talking to Polpo.

“I was beginning to think I’d have to go in there myself,” he jests lightly, though there’s not much actual humor in his voice. “Afraid I’d find you there attempting to choke the capo out.”

“The thought didn’t cross my mind,” you reply, a trying smile playing on your lips. You appear much more collected than the day you first met him, a detail he’s glad to see. “That would be an awful first impression of my own loyalty, wouldn’t it?”

Ah, so either Y/n is simply that nervous, or Polpo’s words actually got to them. Bruno shakes the thought off, as the distinction is not worth dwelling over right at this moment.

“One of your new teammates was damn near close to trying to pull a stunt like that in the past-“ he doesn’t miss how your eyes brighten up at his roundabout way of welcoming you to his team. You joining it went without saying, but the subtle omission being enough to make you look so inspired is something he can already tell he’ll find endearing about your personality. “-But no matter… walk with me, please.”

You do as you’re asked, something Bruno does not care take note of.

It's the one part of your behavior he doesn't quietly run through his brain. It’s your first day after all, he’ll see in a weak how well you actually listen to him. His experience with the others has taught him as much.

“I do have to admit…” you speak up when he doesn’t, “Lying to him didn’t make me feel bad at all.”

He turns to you, something flickering in his gaze before he lets out a soft chuckle. His smile now seems a little less formal, and the amusement on his face looks more natural. “If that’s an omission of guilt, then you’ll be an interesting change of pace.”

“It is,” you admit, figuring there’s no need to put up a front for a man this observant, “Lying to someone is almost worse than killing them.”

“How do you figure?” Bruno raises an eyebrow, not batting an eyelid at your statement. Honestly, the first time the two of you met, your words were much more morbid.

“Well… lying leaves room for feelings to stir within me or the person of interest. It lets emotions fester inside of people. Killing stops all regrets or feelings of betrayal- stopping everything, you understand? That, I can live with. A bad mark on my heart I find more difficult to walk away from."

It’s no surprise he’s silent after that, but his hesitation does take you off guard.

Oh, god, was that too loose-lipped? It’s easy to feel comfortable around Bucciarati. Far too easy. He’s the type of man that makes people inclined to open up. You always talked casually before about macabre things. Isn’t that normal for a mafioso? What if-

“No need to be nervous, L/n; I’m already impressed by you. You’ll do well with us.”

Oh.

Something about his words, spoken so calmly without even looking over at you, have a calming effect to them. Just a week into knowing him, and already you’re slowly growing accustomed to his genuine yet subdued warmth.

As Bruno drones on about Passione and its systems- more specifically his duties that directly trickle down into being your duties -you can’t help but let your mind wander a little to a distinction you made when you first met him.

Bruno Bucciarati’s fundamentally different.

There’s a kindness to him you never would’ve expected from someone in a gang. It kept you nodding along as you spoke, and distantly you felt as though your entire future is in the palm of his hand.

And scarily enough, you were fine with that.

Him being a sort of exception was a thought you assumed yourself to be mad for making, at least, until you found out the others on the team noticed the exact same thing.

All while Bruno himself only looks at you and sees your potential to grow.

A place in his team… something that he’s always well-spotted. An intuition he’s not once been wrong with before, so there’s a degree of confidence there as well that rubs off on you.

You got his attention in a familiar way, and after you join the team, you’re his responsibility and his purpose- just as the others are.

He’s just your leader. Nothing more, nothing less.

That said, he grows to appreciate the genuine gratefulness you offer him in a… special way.

The others are thankful for him too, and he knows that fact, but it’s nice to here the sentiment so openly and often in nature. And in the tones of your voice, it’s especially calming.

He’s really just making excuses for himself, but it was early on enough where it was okay.

That’s what’ll first make Bruno truly see you as not only a member of his team, but a member of his little found-family. The not-so-subtle ways you show that you want to be with them and a part of what they do… how could he hope to not find that charming?

Your softer side, however you chose to express it, is never missed by a man like Bruno. He easily recognizes it, and almost immediately respects you for it.

Hell, after a while, he relies on you for it.

There’s little in his life that’s more grounding than a gentle expression, thick with anticipation, displayed on your face after each mission you’re not a part of.

You always check up on the returning members as soon as possible, making sure everyone is up and moving. “I won’t be able to relax unless I see for myself that you’re all okay,” he recalls you saying on the matter. The fact that it’s how you treat everyone on the team only makes the relaxing feeling sink in deeper.

It’s not long before he sees you as a genuine soul, and he’d consider himself to be a fool if he didn’t recognize that.

Since the very beginning, Bruno’s personality has touched you emotionally. And although he always saw a sort of spark in you, getting to really know you- becoming your friend in tantum with acting as your superior -allows him to see that little spark for what it actually is.

Genuine care for the people you’re close to. An eye for good natured people, and a responding gentleness. Couple that with a darker, more proactive role during missions or anything work-related, and Bruno finds himself falling back on you more than he’d care to admit.

The others, though? They have no hang-ups over mentioning it. It gets to a point where- specifically Fugo, Mista, and Narancia -start to complain about Bruno showing you a degree of ‘special treatment.’

Mista and Narancia’s complaining jabs are easily shot down with only a look, but Fugo proved to be a lot more serious about it.

To the extent to where an argument or two emerges between them. Fugo insistant in his observations, trying to get Bruno to at least admit he treats you differently than the rest. But Bruno remained headstrong, stubborn in his belief that he would always treat his subordinates equally.

He’s just your boss. Nothing more, nothing less.

In the months that pass, when you’ve since naturally found your place on the team, at what point did that start to be the common refrain playing in his mind?

At what point does he go from insisting he has no time for a relationship at all, to continuously having to remind himself he’s your boss?

And that question alone tugs at his heartstrings in a manner he’s not quite used to. It’s a delightful feeling, but it is foreign.

For a man like Bruno Bucciarati, it’s not so much a refusal to believe he could be developing feelings, but a worry if he should even do anything about the attraction.

That said, it does take him some time to realize his own feelings due to his position as a boss to you and out of sheer unfamiliarity with the subject.

He’s not too obvious as to receive knowing looks from the others whenever he’s around you (Which is often). Hell, Mista even admitted to him much later that Narancia didn’t even notice until Fugo told him to start paying attention.

And after a certain point, Bruno has to admit it to himself and does so with surprising ease. It may have taken some time, he may have been stubborn speaking with Fugo, but he won’t continue to lie to himself. He’s old enough to know when he needs to swallow his pride and admit Fugo was onto something, if only a little.

And after that point of realization, his own love language starts to naturally shine through a bit more.

Bruno generally prefers acts of service and quality time when showing his affection. Cheeky and openly flirtatious, you may have assumed he’s been in relationships before given his confidence.

He’s always had a special care for you when it comes to missions... but now he finds himself offering to help you with grocery shopping. Or paying for a maid to clean up your home when you’ve had a particularly busy week, and offhandedly mentioned needing to clean once.

What? You thought he would forget? That only makes him chuckle smugly, prompting him to lean to eye-level and ask you, “What kind of man do you think I am?”

It seems like he remembers everything that pours from your lips. Always listening to you intently, and never brushing you off.

And during down time, Bruno naturally finds himself preferring to spending it in your company. A lot. Preferably alone, thank you very much.

The two of you even began to start watching TV shows with one another. And neither of you would dare to watch ahead without the other. It’s usually true crime shows, comedies, or shitty soap operas.

All this time with you after realizing his feelings... and they only grow- to his personal panic. The more he stays at your side the more he would hate to ever leave it.

So this is what it's like... he remembers thinking while lounging around, and watching a movie with you one evening. This is.... what I’ve been missing my whole life.

As beautiful as the feeling you bring him is, should he... really do anything about it?

He can see that look in your eyes when it’s just the two of you, a gleam that speaks of an internal joy you’re not sharing with him just as he refuses to share with you.

He gets a sneaking suspicion that you like him the exact same way he’s grown to adore you. And Christ almighty- what’s he supposed to do with that?

Yet, even though you’re a part of Passione, meaning he needs not to stress over bringing you into something so dangerous unwillingly... he is still hesitant.

His care for you so often is expressed through worry, something he usually handles with authority and maybe even harsh words if he deems it necessary.

But this is far more personal, and he can only mull it over by himself. He’s not the type to bring it up to others, not even Abbacchio.

If he reached for you... and the two of you began something real; something official... it would be a no-brainer for enemies to target either of you in order to send some sort of message.

He can’t stand the thought of your broken heart, and absolutely refuses to think of something like that happening to you.

Then again, if a bit morbid, he eventually realizes the result would still be the same with the way things are now. Only, it’d be coupled with Bruno's deep regret over not having said anything to you.

He can only wonder if you’d feel the same, and at the end of the day, he really does think that would be the case.

And it’s around the time he’s fully digesting this, that you end up genuinely taking him aback. Acting before he can begin convincing himself to make the first move:

Giorno, Fugo, and Mista walk behind Bucciarati, looking up at him in silent awe.

If you were to look into each of their eyes, you could likely peace together what they’re thinking while looking upon the freshly appointed capo. Opportunity twinkles within their gazes, all coming from a sincere place of respect for their leader.

You, however, are not looking at them.

As Bruno approaches the rest of his team, anticipation turns into cheers and hollers of excitement from the others standing next to you. Abbacchio has the widest smile on his face you’ve seen since Giorno entered the picture, yet your gaze stays glued onto Bruno throughout the nearly youthful display of glee.

He’s noticeably silent and calm. It’s like there’s no off switch to him- likely already going through the duties now landing on his lap due to his promotion within his mind. He’s not going to want to take the night off, no doubt wanting to get down to business.

Your heart swells despite the slight strain on it. It’s so like him to be that way in a time like this, but… I can’t help but wish he’d celebrate… if only a little, you find yourself thinking.

“Mista… guys, please,” Bruno tries to calm the two (In all honesty, Giorno’s ‘celebrating’ amounted to simply smiling) excited boys walking beside him, waving his hand.

Mista goes on about how everyone must celebrate somehow, still lecturing as they finally approach and reunite with the rest of the group. His words go over Bruno’s head, however, a fond smile making its way onto his face when he turns to meet your gaze.

Maybe it’s the adrenaline from him finally achieving the well-deserved position. Feeling so proud of him that your body jerks forward without thinking. Maybe it’s the excitement of everyone else rubbing off on you, and simply causes you to act without thinking.

All you do care to think as your feet move you right up to Bruno is, To hell with it. If he won’t start celebrating on his own; I’m making him celebrate.

Bruno opens his mouth to speak as you move well within his personal space, but is cut off by the swift movement of your hand tightly grabbing the collar of his jacket. One good tug of your arm and your pulling him toward you, lips meeting with his eyes widely open in surprise.

“Jesus, Mary, and Joseph!”

Fugo’s exclamation, along with startled gasps from everyone else melt away the moment you feel Bruno melt into the kiss and reciprocate.

He follows your lead, gently sighing against your lips when you neglect to take your hand off his collar. His arms, which you’ve always found to be so comforting, snake around your waist. He keeps you securely in his hold, and your other hand flies to cup his jaw.

After a moment or two, the kiss breaks. Bruno looks at you as you pull away, eyes still wide and mouth gently agape. It’s enough to make you chuckle, seeing him so cutely taken aback by both your and his own spontaneous actions.

“Congratulations, capo,” you smoothly whisper, finally removing yourself from his hold. “You earned it.”

“I-… thank you, Y/n,” he responds softly, a smile growing on his face.

As much as you’d like to hold onto the gentle intimacy of the moment you just shared with him, movement out of the corner of your eye catches your attention. Shifting your gaze, you catch a glimpse of Fugo silently sliding some cash over to a smug-looking Abbacchio.

No… they didn’t…

“Did you-“ you breath, embarrassment beginning to boil inside your stomach and fuel the rising volume of your voice, “-Did you assholes bet on us!?”

“It’s Fugo’s fault for assuming Bucciarati would make the first move,” Abbacchio replies dryly, scoffing as if it’s beneath him.

“Excuse me!?” you and Fugo shout in tandem.

The team erupts in accusations and yelling, the celebration over nearly three minutes after it began. Bruno can only smile at his team, not expecting anything less.

And just like you moments ago, he cannot take his eyes off you.

It’s moments like those that serve as a reminder as to why it’s Bucciarati that leads the team.

Still… the smile playing on his lips that day did not falter once after your sudden display of affection. It was a beautiful, unexpected thing… much akin to how you entered his life.

The two of you were much closer after that event. Other members of Passione outside the team noticing another that’s always at the young capo’s side. Whispers and rumors flood Naples of your relationship… but he never pays them any attention.

He knows what the two of have, and he’s confident in saying that it’s love.

After all, all that matters to him is you staying at his side… even behind closed doors. He’s never experienced something like this before in his life, but now that he has you held in his arms, he never wishes to let you go.

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princelylove · 2 months ago

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Hello Your Highness!

I was wondering, since Leone is completely obsessed with his darling, if there’s any time he’s completely unhinged and feral in bed? Like maybe darling does something that just… hits different and he can’t control himself on the spot? Would that lead to sexual advances?

Leone, Leone. He's so cute.

He's dominantly a 'I need to keep my hands to myself or everything is going to go wrong and they're going to hate me and oh god I'm not enough anyway what the hell am I doing' type. He doesn't really ever make those sort of advances, even when he's intoxicated.

Leone is often passive. Which is amusing, because of how aggressive he can be when pushed. It's different with his darling. Leone rarely initiates things- he wants to do whatever you want to do. You own his heart. His soul.

He's kind of just praying silently that you're going to touch him eventually. Consent matters. Never mind the fact that Leone is bordering on free use for his darling- begging to be manhandled, begging to be groped, begging to be touched at all- Leone would never even briefly consider making a physical move on his darling just because you're driving him insane. That's his problem.

Sometimes you'll say something so adorable that he has to turn his head away to scrunch up his face. It's normally accompanied by a sharp "Hm!" sound. He's lucky he uses such a high coverage foundation. He gets pretty bad cuteness aggression, but he has a surprising amount of self control about it. It's admirable, really.

For someone as indulgent as him, you'd think he'd fight urges related to his darling constantly, but Leone isn't the type of person to pounce on his darling the second he gets the chance. He'd never. He's a bad man, but he's not a predator. He loves you so much that wronging you is worse than actual moral wrongdoings.

. . . But he is a creep. Your possessions aren't safe from his urges. Any damning evidence is taken care of accordingly. He's so diligent, isn't he? Doesn't he clean so well? Praise him.

Leone getting hard because his darling is just so perfect and gorgeous and adorable is so common that I couldn't actually specify. He just takes care of it himself in privacy. Again, not your problem.

You know what, though? Sex is different.

He has some things he goes crazy for when he's submitting. Direct eye contact, praising him, treating him like a human dildo and disregarding what he can and can't take, pretty average things for a man like him. Leone is the type of yandere to become so obsessed with his darling that all sexual behavior is addictive- he just wants you.

He has his kinks and fetishes, sure, but the thing that's really doing it for him is that it's you. The love of his life. Leone can't get enough of his darling, he's pleased with whatever they want to do, it's quality time! If you prefer the Leone that opens his legs and moans like a very well paid whore, that's the Leone that you're going to get.

I tend to see him as very submissive, but he is capable of being dominant. It's just not something he thought he'd ever do. I mean, look at him. His face is screaming 'please touch me please touch me please touch me.' Leone- frankly- doesn't think it's ever going to be an option until he falls in love.

Topping is one thing, and actually dominating a partner is another. Topping comes naturally to him, and it's not like he hasn't had partners over the years. Although, that doesn't mean he's going to do it in the way you like it without some coaching. It's been quite some time. Leone has no idea what to do with pacing, how hard he's supposed to be going, if it even feels good- he likes it rough for him, he'd rather his darling just shove themself inside him and disregard his feelings entirely, use him, break him- but his darling..... they're so precious that he can't bring himself to go buck wild right off the bat.

It takes him a little while to learn, but Leone will eventually settle into a pace that pleases his darling. His only goal is their pleasure.

But, that's a lie. Leone enjoys dominating just as much as he enjoys submitting, he's just quicker to offer his own body. Domination can be very fun, Leone isn't a stranger to biting a partner's ear lobe out of fondness.

Leone tends to think of dominating someone in the way he thought of restraining criminals- you show you're the boss by physically intimidating them, restraining them, generally just using force when they're out of control. He doesn't know how to be gentle initially, but he'll get there. He wants to treat his darling gently, but he's like a dog that was left outside all day and finally someone stopped to play with him.

Leone has the opposite demeanor when he's tasked with dominating. Slow and firm, Leone takes his time with his darling's body and doesn't bend his knee in the slightest. You can't rush him, as much as he'd like to obey your every whim. He can't act as excited about it as he wants to, otherwise he'll lose the mindset and risk giving his darling the ick, so he temporarily slips into his old, mean self. He's not particularly a sadist, he takes no pleasure in degrading his darling or hurting them, but a little teasing is fair game.

Leone is quite a big man. It's not like he just forgot how to use his size from years of hiding in corners to avoid being in his darling's way. Using his size to his advantage is common sense when attempting to dominate his darling, he can pin a smaller darling in place and refuse to move until they say what he wants, he can hold them up against a wall so they have to look at him, he could even just drop his body weight on top of them for a not-so-nice little reminder about things being on his terms.

He's selfish, you know. He'll beg for more when it's obviously not an option. It's not like he deserves it, but he wants it. Indulge him. Please. Please?

Funny for a man that gives the second you suggest you want it. Leone's teasing is usually with actual penetration, and sometimes (All the time) his words. It's not his fault you look perfect with it against you. Leone is very speech heavy when he dominates- he rarely stops talking, partially to keep himself in the mindset and partially because he just can't stop, even if he wanted to. It just won't stop pouring out of his mouth. He loves you, you're taking it so well, he had no idea you were more eager than he was, did he mention he loves you?

So what does Leone go crazy for when he's in a more dominant mood?

He's a smells kind of person. His darling's natural scent- whatever's under all of that soap and perfume- is addictive. Of course, your soap and perfume are fantastic- but they smell different on other people. He can spray your perfume on his pillows and your dirty laundry all he wants, it's not the same as when it's actually on you.

He loves when his darling says his name. Even in casual conversation- it's the best way to get him to break character from his grumpy act and look your way. A sharp Leone will have him turn his head and cross his legs.

Declarations of love and praise really do it for him. Nothing drives Leone wild like praise and feeling like his darling loves him. Do I really need to elaborate on the attention whore wanting to be loved and praised?

A good look at your figure doesn't hurt, either. It doesn't always have to be skin, but Leone loves shape.

I don't think I answered your question. Oops.

#request granted #yandere leone abbacchio #yandere leone abbacchio x reader #not sfw #rare dom leone #RAAAARE dom leone #if there's typos in this take it up with god #doooon't care

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glowingbadger · 5 months ago

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I'm dying to know any/all of your sexy Abbachio headcannons, but specifically F, X, and Y for the alphabet! (If any of those have been done already feel free to replace with another letter you want to do more!)

Man I really am realizing that when it comes to Jojo men, my favs are always the most miserable and bitchy lmao God I love Abbacchio.

Alphabet prompts - Abbacchio (JJBA)

F (favorite position), X (x-ray), Y (yearning)

NSFW 18+

Favorite position: Oh, Abbacchio loves to bend you over the furniture. He likes sex to be involved and a bit strenuous when possible- just enough to exert himself a bit, getting really physical and absorbing both his mental and physical energy. It helps shut up the noise of his thoughts a bit, to lose himself in some involved erotic scenario he's swept you up into. So while he can and will certainly enjoy you laid across his bed (especially if there's some other intriguing element at play- a bit of role play, some handcuffs, some sensory play, etc.), his favorite is to grab onto you, push you down over a countertop or desk or anything, and fuck you until your legs shake and he's the only thing keeping you in place.

X-ray: His overall physique certainly isn't hard to imagine, given his usual torso-bearing fashion sense. Abbacchio is in shockingly great shape for someone with an (almost) entirely non-combat Stand- but that just means that when it's time to throw down, he needs to be able to do it with his own physical body. As such, he's hard, carved muscle all over, and well-kept skin and hair to boot. He keeps his pubic hair shaved to a narrow, tapered strip down to his cock- which is a solid, somewhat-above average size and girth. Just a perfect size to get you that delicious stretch without hurting you too badly, and the head has a wonderful thickness to it that strokes against all sorts of sensitive spots as he thrusts.

Yearning: Abbacchio's sex drive is a powerful thing- as mentioned above, in addition to the physical pleasure (and a longing for you in particular that he struggles to verbalize), it's one of the only ways he finds he can really clear his head. Rather than quietly pining, he's direct and straightforward about when he wants you. You'll feel it immediately in how he kisses you- deep and erotic and forceful, a hand tangled in your hair to direct your lips to his while the other grabs a shameless handful of your ass -and he knows exactly what he does to you when he kisses you like that. He'll often be away for days or weeks at a time for "work," so when he's able to be home with you, he'll have you nearly every night if you indulge him.

#abbacchio #leone abbacchio #jjba #jojo part 5 #jjba p5 #abbacchio x reader #jojos bizarre adventure #jjba x reader #jjba smut #jjba headcanons #jjba part 5 #alphabet prompts #smut prompts #not sfw

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starry-snippets · 2 years ago

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thinking about soft abbacchio. you're having a rough day for whatever reason, and you can't get your headphones to work. you haven't come down for dinner so bruno sends abbacchio to check on you, knowing you are crushing on each other, and he sees you crying while holding your broken headphones. he can tell immediately from your heaves it isn't about just the headphones. abbacchio's first thought is to leave, maybe fetch bruno since he is the only one (besides you) who can calm him down, but when he hears you call for him that thought leaves his mind. abbacchio can't run away when he can help you. he'll sit besides you, turning on the playlist you made for when you have to drive extensively on missions. abbacchio watches your breathing steady as he uses the same techniques bruno does with him when things get too bad. halfway through the playlist you're smiling while he whines about nothing important, mainly just to see your smile. that's when abba really realizes he loves you. anyone else and he would of let someone else handle your distressed state. but seeing you broken and sobbing – for some reason abbacchio couldn't bare it. as your shared tunes continue blasting and you ask if you could explain why your day went so poorly, abbacchio just stares at you with an expression that reads "fuck what do I do?" you may think he doesn't know how to comfort you further, but really he's just dreading the possible hurt that can come from loving you cause he's #traumatized

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bellarosethefangirl · 2 years ago

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Leone Abbacchio x Reader

Getting Overstimulated And Passing Out After Their Partner Riding Them 🔞NSFW

Also Available:

Buccigang version here

Taglist:

@danielle-marie @shxftxng

If you're interested in being a part of my taglist here's a link. This was requested from a friend. Normally I don't write nsfw for Abbacchio but I don't mind writing this for her. Hope you enjoy this gurl 💕

Warning: Creampies, various positions, and explicit sexual content ahead.

Abbacchio laid on his bed naked with a big smug expression on his face as he watched you riding him. Your reverse cowgirl position allowed him to get a good view of your back side. Your sweaty curves looked so sexy to him and he couldn't resist helping you by holding your hips with his rough hands. He liked pinching your thighs or butt to encourage you. He left hand prints on your skin much to his delight. You moaned with each bounce on his lap. His muscular thighs being a contrast to your soft skin. He was a bit curved so you felt as though you're on cloud nine when you sunk him back into you.

He would groan your name when you'd clench him. He felt his head digging into the mattress as he felt you pleasuring yourself on top of him. Seeing you so eager to ride him made him feel so desired so erotic. He's flattered you of all people admire him so. He felt love drunk from the amount of times you've ridden him. When you sunk back down onto him and paused your movement he knew what was coming next. He could feel it. He looks over to you, noticing how you close your eyes in delight.

"Fuck, my sexy dark angel. You feel amazing."

Tiredly you sat but Abbacchio wasn't done so he sits up hoisting you up. You lay against his large chest as he grinds up into you. He's strong so he easily picks you up no matter your size. His pace is fast, hoping to hear more of your moans. He closes his eyes with a smug expression yet again at your filthy words leaving your mouth.

Abbacchio is certainly a rough lover but it was always worth it. He knew all your pleasure spots. His intense love making always left you sore. It wasn't long until he paused his movements after the last time he sunk you back onto him. You twitched in his arms as he groaned out several curses.

He laid back in the pillows spent. You could tell he was exhausted. You felt another round in you as you gave your man a smile that normally earned you a smile from him. He wasn't sure what you were up to until he realized the position you're doing. Facing him you ignore his angry eyes knowing he wants this as much as you do. He's a tsundere but he's bad at hiding it around you. His smirk and excited golden eyes was all you needed.

He watched with breathless pants as you continued. He was too tired to make a move but he could care less with how good you felt. You rarely had the energy to get Abbacchio to this point but you felt thankful you could tonight.

"Empress you're so good.." He drawled.

You giggle loving the expressions he made. Your pace quickened hoping you could hear his deeps moans too. His hair felt frizzy and messy. He's sure his lipstick is smeared too from all the kisses and bites given to you. He's a mess but to you he looks so sexy.

Abbacchio was sure he wouldn't last long. Tears of overstimulation reach the corners of his eyes ruining his mascara and eyeliner. He clenched his jaw doing his best to hold back a bit more but it was no use. His body was sensitive to all your movements. Soon you heard him cussing and praising you in Italian. His deep voice gave you shivers down your spine.

"Sei cosi dannatamente bravo, cazzo."

"Cazzo non so quanto ancora resisrero."

His filthy mouth caused you to continue with enthusiasm in your movements. Abbacchio couldn't stop cussing. You both felt sweaty but didn't care. Right now you both have one end goal in mind. He tiredly placed his hands back on your hips.

"Così sorprendente così felice."

"Sei così bella non fermarti."

His moans give your body goosebumps. You praise him as you finish up. Abbacchio didn't last much longer before filling you again. He sighed in utter bliss as he did so. Drool glistening down his Adams apple as he cussed.

You laid in his arms tiredly afterward. You wipe off the drool and smeared makeup from his face with a sheet. He sighed out with a smile looking over to you with his engaging golden eyes.

"Didn't think you had it in you, empress. You're so sexy I couldn't look away. I'm so spent right now."

"Me too caro. I had fun." You kiss him.

He doesn't let you pull away, kissing with passionate purple lips. You fell asleep on top of him shortly after.

#leone abbacchio x reader #abbacchio x reader #not sfw #female reader

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abbacchiosbelt · 1 year ago

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How do yandere Abbacchio, melone, and illuso express their attraction/possessiveness over their darling? (How do they make it known that they’re interested?)

i'm gonna do some short headcanons for this one! (and yes i'm still on semi-hiatus but i just felt like doing a wee bit of writing)

⤳Abbacchio doesn't express his feelings healthily - his actions harken back to the 'if they're mean to you, that must mean they like you' logic. In Abbacchio's world, the crueler he is to you, the more likely it is that he deeply cares for you. It's because he has a twisted concept of love. If you still like him at his worst, it means you really love him. His possessive behavior will rear its head by his clinginess and his keeping track of your every move.

⤳Melone doesn't need an excuse to let his darling know how attractive they are to him. He's a lecherous creep, and whether or not you actually like him isn't something he considers in his pursuit of you. You're compatible - Baby Face told him as much. Why argue? Melone doesn't need to act possessive in order to affirm his hold over you because no one dares approach you, lest Melone go into very specific and very loud details about your body. ⤳Illuso just assumes that you're attracted to him; and why shouldn't he, when he's so great? Well, that's what he thinks - in reality, he's vain, self-centered, and impossible to get along with. None of that matters once Illuso sets his sight on his darling, though. He's going to graciously allow you to be his partner... which means he's going to mold you into the perfect little pet, no matter what it takes. Illuso, despite thinking there's no way you'd ever be interested in someone else, constantly monitors your phone and location. It's easy with Man in the Mirror. It doesn't take long for him to decide to isolate you, and keep you in MITM's world until he can trust you.

#my writing #yandere cw #jjba.txt #yandere jjba #mini headcanon #not sfw implied #dub con cw #yandere jojo's bizarre adventure #leone abbacchio #melone #illuso

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baby-zakarii · 1 year ago

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I FINALLY finished those drawings - dada Abbacchio and babie Fugo, inspired by @notimetodie-licensetokill 's ideas💖

Fugo is an absolute clinger when he's small - he won't leave Leone alone even for a moment! Luckily Abbacchio is very strong and can carry him without problem❤️ More drawings under the cut

They are gardening together. That's it that's the drawing lol

They also bond by doing makeup together (or rather Leone doing Fugo's and his own since baby Fugo can't be trusted to not put makeup in his mouth). Taking care of Fugo really helps Abba relax and calm down - it also serves as a way for Fugo to control his anger and learn to express his emotions❤️💚

#zaka's art🖍#sfw agere #agere #age regression #sfw agedre #age dreaming #age regressor #sfw age dreamer #sfw age regression #fandom agere #jjba agere #leone abbacchio #pannacotta fugo #jjba vento aureo agere #sfw agere blog #agere art #agere sfw #sfw age regressor #agere blog

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reddetect · 1 year ago

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Bruabba thoughts

bruno refuses sick days. if he feels ill, no one’s gonna find out unless he’s on the floor & bleeding out. he just doesn’t have time for it.

abbacchio, on the other hand, will throw in the towel if he even suspects he’s getting sick. his throat feels a little weird before going to bed? that obviously means he will wake up with a sore throat- so, might as well cancel all his plans for tomorrow.

however, abbacchio will be quick to make fun of someone else for doing the same. even when someone has a very good reason for not wanting to go about their day, he’s gonna challenge it. except when it’s bruno.

abbacchio is always hyper paranoid that bruno is over exerting himself. so, he’s always asking if he’s actually doing alright or needs to rest. never in an overly kind way, of course. but for abbacchio, it’s the most selfless he can be.

“you sure you’re up for today? you can just stay in bed. i can handle the others”

“don’t over do it. you wouldn’t want to hurt yourself or something”

etc.

bruno knows that he’s coming from a sweet place. he always appreciates it. he still never rests.

#headcanon #jjba #golden wind #bruabba #sfw #bruno buccerati #leone abbacchio #they're so cute

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karskilledme · 2 years ago

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Sick Day Abbacchio x GN!Reader

Abbacchio is sick and you decide to take care of him and provide some company. Totally didn’t write this because I just finished part 5 and am coping with losses. :,)

Content Warnings: None, SFW fluff.

Word count: 765

18+ Only, minors DNI.

It was a chilly winter day in Italy. Sneezes and sniffles had been the soundtrack of the morning, at least in Abbacchio’s room that was. It certainly didn’t go unnoticed by you as you traversed the halls. In no time you had appeared to check on the silver haired male, medicine and a heat pack at the ready.

“I’ve already told you, I don’t need you to care for me like I’m some-” A violent sneeze erupted from him. “Some kind of baby.” Abbacchio barked. You groaned with a roll of the eyes and pressed the warm compress to his forehead, he was ice cold. Abbacchio’s face, which had been twist up in defensive anger, softened at the warmth. He would never admit it but this was something he’d dreamed of. On nights where he couldn’t find rest he would imagine domestic scenes like this; you caring for him or sometimes him caring for you. However, he hated to show his vulnerable side even to those whom he trusted most, being sick was no exception. He thought it must be a gift from god that you had caught him like this and that you were so insistent.

It was all you could do not to crawl up into bed with the sick man. Always so empathetic and it was made even worse by the fact that you were pinning for the goth. It was lucky enough he was even tolerating your doting you thought with a contented hum. You huffed and decided tea was in order before you shuffled your way out of his room. It didn’t take long to make but it had you biting your lip in impatience, desperate for his quiet yet warm company.

“Abbacchio, I made your favorite non-alcoholic beverage!” You lightly teased as you reentered his domain. He went to answer but his gravelly voice refused to comply. He frowned at this in a near childish manner, earning a giggle from you. Shaking your head, you handed him the warm drink before sitting next to him with your own. A content silence filled the room as you both sipped on your drinks, you were closer than you’d ever been, in a casual setting at least. It felt natural and intimate, like you’d known eachother since the dawn of time, like you were communicating between souls and not with words. Warmth and comfort washed over you bringing a wave of sleepiness with it. You set your cup down on his bedside table and shut your eyes gently, still sat on the middle edge of his bed.

Abbacchio’s mind filled with silent panic as you fell against his midsection. Your face was washed over with serenity, your hands gently curled up towards your chest, resting gently atop him. To disturb you or to let you rest and indulge in himself in the domestic scene before him. His sick fogged brain allowed him to let you be. He basked in your beauty. His eyes studied your soft features, softly parted lips that looked so warm and inviting, the way your hair lay gently against your skin, your long lashes that were currently hiding away your gorgeous (E/C) eyes. It was all he could do not to worship you but his feelings of inadequacy held him back. Sure you had been kind enough to care for him while he was sick but you were the kind of person who would do that for anybody, right? He sat and made excuses for all the sweet actions and gestures you displayed him. In his mind none of it could have been his doing, he didn’t think he was worth it. These thoughts plagued him and distracted him from his previous enjoyment. Squeezing his eyes shut with a sigh he figured he should force himself to rest since he was sick and all.

Light cascaded through the thin crack in his blinds and found itself right on your still shut eyes. Your hands made an attempt to shield yourself but to no avail, you had already awoken. The soft warmth beneath you was foreign and definitely not a pillow. Raising your head slightly you began to realize just what exactly you had done. Oh my god, I fell asleep on him! You thought. You stilled your panic as you looked at his face, realizing he was finally getting some well deserved rest. A smile graced your features and a warmth swelled in your heart. Laying your head back down, as soft as you could manage, you decided it wouldn’t be too selfish to enjoy this moment.

#leone abbacchio #Abbacchio #jjba abbacchio #leone abbacchio x reader #jjba x reader #abbacchio x reader #jjba #jojos bizzare adventure vento aureo #sfw #HaleyWritesStuff

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natsuki-bakery · 1 year ago

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⁎˚ ఎ Abbacchio cg headcanons ໒ ˚⁎

•Cg names : buba/dada leon

•Would call you : little one, dear, bud

•Very protective cg, worries a lot for your safety !

•Activities : playing music, coloring, make up

•Good story teller ! During bedtime, he'll put some music on while reading you a story

•Would make you hot cacao when it's rainning outside

•He never goes on missions when you are regressing

•No bedtime at all

•Bruno help Leone and babysit you !

•He doesn't like physical loves but show his love trough smiles, agere gears and food !

⸺SFW interactions only | read my dni before interacting my blog

⸺Don't repost/copy and claim as yours ! Reblogs are okay but not reposts !

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daisys-gard3n · 2 years ago

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leone thinks nnn is so stupid, and if he loses too bad because you're losing WITH him baby. You ain't gonna be victorious in anything because of your petty ass boyfriend (and he's h-word)

#not sfw #jjba confessions #leone abbacchio #gn reader

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inkpot909 · 1 year ago

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First Love Headcanons: Pannacotta Fugo x Reader

↳ Gender neutral reader.

A/n: This was so much fun to write! Fugo is such an interesting character to write for that I couldn’t help but fuss over this one for a good while. I hope y’all enjoy it as well. <3

Warning(s): None.

It started out innocently enough, as Fugo is not the type to fall in love overnight.

Curiosity itself is a perfectly normal reaction to have regarding a new member of Bucciarati’s team. Fugo is no exception to this, as he no doubt harbored questions about you when you initially joined.

That said, his approach is different compared to the others on the team. If you join after Mista, Narancia, and Abbacchio, they do just fine on their own intimating you at the very start.

Past the initial meeting, where some lighthearted hazing is likely to occur from everyone, Fugo sees no reason to contribute to any form of poking and prodding outside of missions. You already have to get used to so many strong personalities at once, after all.

He’s been with Bucciarati since the formation of his team, so he’s quite accustomed to getting used to someone new being around. Hell, if he wasn’t so closed off, he would’ve thought to feel bad for you.

Due to the walls he’s long put up, he prefers to remain observant from afar for a good while. Regardless of when you enter the picture, he’s going to keep his distance.

He’s not as good at reading people as someone like Giorno, but he trusts what he can decipher.

This will likely result in Fugo making some assumptions about you prior to the two of you finding equal footing. Whether or not his judgements turn out correct is unknown to you, as he doesn’t care share them with you to begin with.

This does lead to some aspects of your personality to be surprising to him. Nothing bad, just little details about you that he wasn’t expecting.

Your hobbies may be what’s shocking, or perhaps the type of media you prefer to consume. Little aspects of life and personality that unfold because of how much time the team spends together. The discovery of such things is what likely makes him feel more inclined to get to know you better.

Little by little, Fugo will eventually start including you in conversations and vise versa. Especially when Narancia and Mista are involved, he begins to turn to you it in an attempt to keep himself sane:

Mista and Narancia’s relentless chatter is still intimating.

How can you even approach a guy like Mista? He’s more than proven himself to be the type that says anything and everything that pops into his brain. Although he is certainly the relaxed type, his words can be quite vicious if he’s in the mood to tease and you just so happen to be in his line of sight. Sit him next to a full-time enabler like Narancia, and the two can go off on pretty much any topic imaginable.

Their conversations at the dinner table are wild, spontaneous, and still- even after more than a month of knowing them -manage to catch you off guard. Sometimes it’s thought-provoking and other times… not so much.

Which leads to their current conversation, one you sincerely wish wouldn’t take place while you’re trying to eat.

“I’m just saying-“ Mista argues, waving his fork in the air, “If it promotes a soothing and relaxing environment within the human body, I don’t see why it’s so unbelievable that it could also theoretically resonate with your bowels as well.”

“Yeah, maybe-“ Narancia rolls his eyes, “But that doesn’t mean it’s gonna make you crap your freaking pants! That’s ridiculous.”

“It’s not ridiculous; it’s psychology.” Mista retorts, raising a brow. His smug expression does nothing to convince you, or a bewildered Fugo sitting next to you, his knowledge on the subject. But it is enough to grind Narancia’s gears, which ultimately, is probably the key to his actual intent.

Still… you think, staring at your food with a pinched nose. It’s the brown noise. They’re actually trying to prove or disprove the psychological effects of the brown noise. Why on earth… no, how on earth can either of them discuss such a thing with a straight face?

“What kind of messed up psychoglogy-“

“Psychology,” Fugo cuts in with a sigh.

“-Yeah, whatever,” Narancia dismisses with a wave of his hand, “What kind of messed up psycho-logically are you reading up on?”

Grunting in frustration, Fugo drops his forehead onto the table with an exaggerated thud. Mista and Narancia continue to argue amongst the two of them, but you instead direct your attention to the grumbling blonde.

“Umm… Fugo?” you ask, hesitant to even address him.

He raises his head from the table, looking at you with desperation in his dark violet eyes. “Please don’t tell me you think this is worth discussing.”

You raise both your hands in the air. “Are you kidding? I just wanted to eat, but apparently that’s unheard of here.”

Sighing once more, he runs his hand through his hair. His hand stops at his neck and rubs the back of it. “Trust me, I don’t get them either,” he shakes his head, hand finally returning to his lap, “I’m glad you don’t encourage this nonsense, though.”

You let out a chuckle, a little surprised. Sure, you’ve spoken with Fugo before, but hardly ever this casually. The notion brings a tiny smile to your face. “I can’t believe you’d ever think I would,” you reply lightheartedly.

“Well, hanging around these two must be making me lose critical thinking skills… my apologies,” he replies. Despite his words, a smile crawls it’s way onto his face too.

Casual conversations held between the two of you opens the door to the beginning of a genuine friendship.

Unlike Abbacchio, Fugo knows better than to be contrarian to everything you say and do just because you’re new. Considering his intellect, he has always done his best to be objective. And there eventually comes a point where, upon reflection, he figures that you’re alright.

By then, off missions, he started asking you- quite bluntly -questions about yourself.

Although forward, he won’t overwhelm you all at once. From time to time, you might catch him staring at you thoughtfully out the corner of your eye (Do not bring this up to him; he will deny it to his grave). A round of questions often followed his stares.

And it’s when he feels he really knows you on a personal level that he’s able to truly relax around you.

He started greeting you with the same kindness and courtesy he offers the others. He gave you encouragement throughout both your private and work life… a lot of it. Turning to you during conversations comes to be as natural as it is for anyone else on the team.

Fugo’s caring side may be blocked off behind walls he keeps up for the sake of self preservation and the result of an unhappy childhood, but once you’re allowed to peek beyond them, his sweetness really knows no limit.

And it’s through his behavior that developing feelings start to shine through.

Fugo’s not going to at all realize his feelings toward you until the truth is smacking him across the face. But his actions show a certain kind of fondness before he himself recognizes anything.

His expressed love languages are most commonly words of affirmation and acts of service. This is very much so the case in the early stages of him developing feelings.

The words of affirmation were never explicitly affectionate, but always careful and supportive.

Fugo beats himself up over his temper often, so when he can think straight, he’s using his mind to its full extent. In other words, because he’s easily blinded by rage, he chooses his words very carefully whenever he can.

So after a particularly rough mission, he may get upset at one point or another. During the quiet moments after the fact, when adrenaline isn’t flowing any longer, he always gives credit where credit is due. He’ll gently comment on your work throughout the job, expressing he thought you did good with examples to boot.

Or it can be something as simple as offering you a job well done after making yourself a dinner.

From always holding his tongue unless he disagreed with your actions or input, to showering you with praise constantly. It comes to him so naturally he doesn’t even think twice.

And soon, even others in the group start to take notice:

“I don’t wanna do this right now… Fugo’s not even here yet, can’t I just wait?” Narancia whines.

His head is resting on top of an open notebook, his right cheek squished against crumpled paper. Pencil lead is smushed on his cheek, but pointing out he’s likely ruining his work would be a waste of time.

Resting your elbows on the table, you give Narancia a playful smile. “He’s supposed to get here with Abbacchio in thirty minutes. You know you should’ve gotten more done by now…”

Narancia let out an obnoxious groan, rolling his head onto his opposite cheek so he no longer has to look you in the eye.

“Narancia…” you sigh, smile falling. “I’m sorry if it seems harsh, but Fugo asked me to make sure you practiced on his recent lesson. He and Abbacchio are out doing the heavy lifting for the team right now, so it’s the least I can do.”

Narancia replies, but mutters it out so quietly you don’t pick up on his words.

“What was that?”

“Nothing,” he says at a volume you can hear, half bitter and half teasing.

“Narancia-“

“I said,” he lifts his head from the table, “You think like that ‘cause he’s always so nice to you.”

“What?” you blurt, heart skipping a beat.

“He compliments you all the time,” he chuckles. The smugness in his tone only grows, and as he continues, heat rushes to your cheeks. “‘Oh, Y/n, you did such a good job today, Y/n.’ And, ‘Oh, Y/n, you’re so very smart why don’t you help out Narancia?’ And who could forget, ‘Oh, Y/n, you look very beautiful today. Why don’t you kiss me on my big fat mouth?’”

“H-He doesn’t say that!” you exclaim, absentmindedly pulling at your fingertips underneath the safety of the tablecloth.

“You gotta know what I mean, though!” he insists. Pausing in order to read your expression, another laugh escapes him. “What? You haven’t noticed?”

“Umm, well.” Your lips pucker out, unsure if you should feel intrigued or embarrassed. After a short pause, you continue, “Fugo compliments everyone; including you… you know? He believes you can do this. He wouldn’t put care into teaching you if he didn’t. And I’ve seen what you’ve accomplished myself too. I certainly know you can get this.”

“You’re changing the subject,” he points out.

“And that not what you’re trying to do?” you ask, gesturing towards his notebook.

Narancia blinks dumbly, bewildered by your response. For a moment, you become pleased with yourself. Seemingly, you’d backed him into a corner and couldn’t help but be a little proud of yourself for it.

“You really don’t know…” he utters, eyes suddenly brightening.

Wait, what? you think, confidence quickly dwindling.

A fit of laughter erupts from him, kicking his feet in the limited space underneath the table. The movement halts your hands. His chair creaks and squeaks in distress, quickly quieting down when he once again slams both feet back on the floor.

He eagerly hunches over his notebook, eyes wide. Snatching up his pencil, he finally begins scribbling on the paper once more.

You’re left staring at him in awe. “What…? So now… you’re good then? You’re just… you’re just going to continue your work?”

Narancia lets out another laugh. “Ha! Well, the sooner I finish, the sooner I can tell Mista about this. I can’t believe you’re so clueless!”

Narancia is calling you clueless… yikes.

The confusion you may have felt that afternoon is nothing compared to Fugo’s reeling mind when the others started pointing things out and teasing him over his supposed affection.

Fugo doesn’t remember when it started, but they didn’t wait long after noticing his feelings to begin teasing him over them.

He would cross his arms, turning away with an annoyed expression while a pool of denials flood from his mouth. With a reaction like that, Narancia and Mista especially enjoyed pushing his buttons on the subject.

Abbacchio would partake in teasing as well in his own little way. Namely, he began making straight-faced comments and turning smug the moment Fugo’s voice raises. Bucciarati mostly keeps quiet on the matter, but no one could miss the fond grin he wears when the others get on his case.

Once, Giorno called you Fugo’s boyfriend/girlfriend. A bashed remote and a broken plate later, Fugo is shocked to learn Giorno wasn’t picking on him and genuinely thought the two of you were together.

The guy must be either super egotistical or is just not at all used to being wrong about this kind of thing, Fugo distinctly thought.

But of course he’s wrong about this! Everyone’s comments made no sense to him at all! There’s no way he felt that much towards you. That kind of thing… is not for him. He may take note when someone’s attractive, but he’s never really thought too seriously about romantic relationships. Just because you’re attractive, doesn’t mean-

Nope… nope, nope, nope, nope. He’s not touching that one with a ten foot pole. No way.

But by the next time he’s helping you with dishes the concept pops into his brain. When he’s dotting on you after a mission it’s plaguing his mind. And he can’t help but notice how meticulous he is when retrieving your additions to the group’s grocery list.

Shit.

Fugo doesn’t know what to think. He really… does go out of his way for you at times. Well, okay, all the time. Looking back, he finds some of his actions to be a little embarrassing. And the more the notion is stuck in his brain, the more he starts understanding that he really does care about you more than just as a friend.

Which is a whole other problem. Fugo’s going to get completely stuck in his own head.

This is the very first time he’s felt this way about someone, and he’s a mess over his lack of knowledge on the subject.

Because what the hell is he supposed to do? Tell you…? Don’t be ridiculous. That notion is met with a mocking tone, as if the mere idea of doing so is itself far too absurd.

But still… there’s this overwhelming urge telling him he has to do something. According to the others he’s already doing something, apparently. But you’re not saying anything about it. Wouldn’t you say something about it if you noticed? What if you never notice on your own? You won’t know unless he makes some sort of move…. but surely that would cause the sky to fall and mark the beginning of end times.

It’s a real echo chamber of insecurity in his head.

Yet… he feels a weird compulsion to be closer to you despite himself. He gets a weirdly beautiful feeling when he’s around you and it flutters his heart so much he doesn’t want to just let it go. It’s brand new to him, and as much as he stresses, he holds onto his affection tight.

Even though it’s more annoying than not, the others are consistent enough with their jabs that it gives Fugo hope that just maybe…

One of the only times Bucciarati explicitly commented on it himself, he mentioned that he believes Fugo’s frustration with his feelings will eventually pass.

The tone he carried indicated that he must know something that Fugo doesn’t, which only made his mind run wild further. Because if you’re going to tell anyone on the team about your feelings, it would probably be him.

Regardless of how much Fugo begs, Bucciarati doesn’t confirm nor deny that hunch. He’s rather adamant that Fugo should just “Ask Y/n and find out on your own.”

And after months of pushing, the others begin echoing that sentiment.

The likelihood of him making the first move is still slim, he figures, but he does hold onto hope that he’ll get a chance one day. Daydreams and “what if” scenarios are a common occurrence for him.

He procrastinates waits for the perfect opportunity, but it never seems to come. Mista mocks him for it, laughing that “There’s no such thing as a perfect opportunity.” Fugo only grows more defensive in response.

I’m already so nervous about expressing myself to Y/n, Fugo fusses, I don’t know what I’d do if I mess this up. If I can’t sweep them off their feet, how can I even-

“Pannacotta?” you ask, pulling him away from his thoughts.

He blinks a couple of times, focusing his attention back on you.

When Giorno is absent, Fugo’s the best source of first aid on the team. All you had to do was walk up to him, apologetic and sheepish. Without a word, he eagerly jumped at the opportunity to help patch you up after a particularly rough mission. It’s the closest he ever physically gets to you.

He calmly led you into a bathroom, gesturing for you to sit atop the sink. His fingers were light and gentle as he worked with what he has on hand. You gave him reassurance that Giorno will likely return soon, so he has no need to stress.

A smile played on his lips, thankful that you know him well enough to guess his own worry.

But slowing movements and focused eyes told you his mind began wandering elsewhere. The cutely taken aback expression on his face after you spoke up is also more than enough evidence to confirm your suspicion.

“You with me?” you ask, playfully trying to get him to respond.

You’re not used to him being this quiet after you’ve gotten hurt. He either talks you through the pain or feels the need to give a lecture. Even when Giorno’s healing you, he’s right by your side whenever he can. Just the thought of his usual behavior can bring warmth to your heart.

“My apologies, you’re just distracting,” he says, hands immediately snapping from your person. Oh god, oh god, it’s not like him to speak without thinking. He stutters trying to cover up his words and only digs a bigger hole for himself in the process. “I-I mean you’re distracted- I’m distracted.”

You laugh, but it dies out fast as you clutch your side at the sting of pain rippling though your body. Fugo’s hands instinctively fly to your side as well, his fingertips brushing up against your own.

Slowly, he lifts his head only to meet your gaze closer to him than it was mere moments ago. You seem just as surprised as he is, and there’s a brief pause while both of you wait for the other to pull away.

Neither of you do.

He’s so close he can feel your breath fanning his face. Normally his face would burn red and he’d retreat to his bedroom as soon as he could, where he’d proceed to reply the moment in his head for the rest of the night. But your eyes… your breathtaking gaze is locked on his own so intently he can’t bring himself to pull away.

And they give him courage he never knew he has.

With a nervous gulp, he leans forward and plants a single kiss to your lips. His own lips are unimaginably soft and hesitant, yet linger against your own longingly. Even when he pulls away far too soon, his nose nuzzles against yours as he plays with the idea of brushing his lips against yours again.

Just to have felt you… to have the briefest taste of what it’s like being closer to you than anyone else he’s ever known before…

“I-“ he pulls himself away, joy dissolving into self-consciousness. You open your mouth to speak, but in his haste, he cuts you off by accident, “I’m sorry… I-I shouldn’t have done that.”

“You… didn’t want to?”

Your reply is spoken in a whisper, voice so faint not even someone standing in the doorway could pick up on it. Fugo’s heart thuds against his ribcage at the crestfallen look on your face. Are you… really disappointed? He’s understanding this correctly… right?

There’s no time to think, and once again he lets his mouth move faster than his mind. “Well, I… you deserve better, you know?” he reasons, “I should’ve explained myself first and then asked… not just go for it… you know. This- I-… I’m not doing this right, aren’t I?”

You adjust yourself on the sink top, glancing away from him for only a second. “If you were to have explained yourself… what would you have said?” you gently plead.

“I-…” he shakes his head.

“Please, Pannacotta, I want to know…”

“I-…” he starts again, taking in a deep breath, “I think I would’ve said… that I think you’re very remarkable. That I’ve never met someone like you before… someone who makes me feel this way… someone who makes me-… umm…”

A hopeful smile tugs at the corners of your lips as you finish for him, “Makes you… want to kiss me?”

He nods, clearing his throat for a couple moments too long. “Not just that, though… you know? It makes me want to take care of you and look after you if I may. I-I-“ he hesitates, “I’m sorry… I’ve thought about this for so long. What I’d say to you if… if I got the impression that you wanted to hear it.”

“I do want to hear it,” you tell him, still grinning from ear to ear, “Pannacotta… I’ve been wanting to say something too for a while now. But you’ve taken the words right out of my mouth.”

He would think he’s dreaming if it weren’t for your hand reaching out and holding his with a gentle squeeze.

“I like you a lot…” you softly confess, “And I need you to know that. It’s always really cute to see you so shy… but for a moment I got to see you push yourself a little. And I think that was beautiful.”

His head falls, staring down at your interlocked hands. Your words stir something within him, taking a tiny step forward in trying to grasp that burst of confidence he felt when he kissed you. “You’re beautiful…” he mumbles, squeezing your hand.

Just a quick glance your way, a brief view of the bright smile on your face, is the best reassurance he could’ve hoped for. He took the plunge, and not only is chaos not ascending to the world’s surface, but his eyes finally open to the affection you feel for him in return.

He ultimately had a love-hate relationship with the way he feels about you before anything concrete happened between the two of you, but that didn’t stop him for falling for you more and more.

And with hindsight, he’s a little timid over not having told you how he feels sooner. But it doesn’t consume him as it may once have before.

With you now at his side, you his and him yours, his heart can only flutter with joy at the prospect of finding his first love.

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