#abbachio reader insert

[thestressedskittles]

Lil Team Bucci Blurb (NSFW)

Kit here! Sorry I've been gone for months on end! A lot has happened since I last posted and I've finally found the encouragement to whip up this little thing real quick. Its not much but I gotta do something to get back into the flow of writing again!

Warnings: NSFW under the cut (MINORS DO NOT INTERACT), gender neutral reader (no pronouns used), all characters are 18+, not proofread nor checked for mistakes

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Bruno who lets out rumbling purrs of your name as he makes sure to work himself inside of you slowly and deeply, his normally bright blues are clouded and darkened as his entire being is fueled by arousal as he folds you into a mating press and sinks himself all the way

Leone who offers nothing but groans and rumbles against your neck as his arms wrapped around your waist tighten and pull you to meet his thrusts, forcing his cock in all the way, little nips to your sweet spot and his hot breath pull mini whimpers as your walls squeeze him tighter and tighter

Mista who holds your hips as your own hands find balance on his chest while he avidly thrusts into you from below, never faltering in his pace, his naturally dark eyes are swirling with lust as he licks his lips and hisses through clenched teeth as a broken groan cracks from his mouth

Narancia who's worked himself up beyond belief as he takes you from above, his normally bright purple are darkened and swirling with adoration and lust, he holds you close, moaning your name over and over as he brings you both closer and closer, stealing kisses from your lips

Fugo who's intense lovemaking is leaving you both covered in a sheen of sweat and out of breath, but he pushes through, determined to send you off the rails once more as he leaves bruises along your body, letting out a groan over your parted lips as your nails rake down his back

Giorno who is dedicated to your pleasure moreso than his own, letting you do as you please as he sinks further into the silk sheets, watching and holding you up as he encourages you on with sweet words while you begin to fall apart, letting groans and moans flow freely from his mouth as he tilts his head back into the pillows

[rivertinghaze]

Can i request an abbacchio x reader where the reader is similar to howl from howl's moving castle? Like the whole powerful wizard part but also the dramatic mess part. <3

dramatic, with a side of magic | leone abbacchio/reader

rating: general; content: gn reader, magic shenanigans, exploding fruit; genre: fluff with a dash of hurt/comfort; word count: 1052

summary: Leone is not a romantic man, not by a long shot. But he's going to ask, 'damn, is no one going to help this pathetically hot mess in desperate need of help?' and not wait for an answer.

masterlist ☆ requests open

The first time you really try to impress Abbacchio Leone on the job, he tells you to fuck off.

You're not exactly surprised, but maybe, just a tiny bit wounded. The man clearly has no taste – he can see you levitating a whole meter off the ground, colorful sleeves rolled up to your elbows, golden accessories and trinkets on display like a parading peacock, can he not?

"I could conjure a glass of wine for you, from a single rose," you say, circling around him a few times, "I'm wearing my best coat! It's made from a dying sun! Are you not hopelessly in love with me already?"

He raises an eyebrow, unimpressed. "It's a bit excessive."

Hmpft. How rude. 

You flutter down to the cobblestone streets of Napoli, like a gliding feather, and land on solid ground with a sigh. The soft breeze moves your hair around, away from your face, and you have the audacity to pout like a child that was promised ice-cream, yet hasn't gotten any. He thinks this is just ridiculous – that you're ridiculous. 

"And you know this is a mafia job, right? Not some fairy tale with talking animals and moving furniture."

You flick a sparkle of colors from your sleeve with a dramatic sigh. "No reason why it can't be both."

Abbacchio steps closer. You meet his glare without flinching, and see the exhaustion in the lines of his face, the weight of regret pressed into his shoulders. You think he's beautiful, in the way dark storms full of lighting and thunderclouds are beautiful, too. You've always liked chasing storms.

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Your hands are trembling. Your heart feels like it's trying to claw its way out of your chest. Yet – you remain still, unmoving. Like a lifeless statue.

Abbacchio has never seen you like this before. Didn't imagine it was possible. He's snapped at you a few times in the past, revolted by how you can never seem to sit still, even for a minute. He regrets it now, because it feels so wrong.

"Did you cast something wrong?" he asks. His voice is quiet, like he's trying not to startle you. Like he's somehow trying to make this casual.

You shake your head, avoiding his eyes. "No. No… just me being –" the crack in your voice makes his hands tremble, "– too loud. Too much. Just… wrong."

He doesn't say anything for a while. You think he's going to leave. You hope it, too, because what reason would he have to stay, especially when you know damn well he doesn't do well with complicated emotions.

"Hey. Look at me." You don't really want to, at first. Something instinctual that wants to protect you from danger. But Abbacchio is anything but. 

(His eyes are a sunset. You've seen colors beyond human comprehension, combinations of hues and contrasts that rival anything normal people usually imagine. But him –)

"Maybe you are different. But it's not a burden. Not to me, not anymore. It's who you are." He sighs, like he's confessing something he doesn't know how to put into words, "It's wonderful. Infuriates me, sometimes, but you never have to change it."

(– he's special, isn't he? He's become someone you look at every time you enter a room. It started as fun, dramatic teasing and flirting, easy banter and cheeky little remarks, but it's grown into so much more.)

Carefully, he presses his hand to the back of your head, just enough to encourage you to lean forward. A silent invitation he doesn't dare say out loud. But he knows. You cry into his chest like a storm breaking, and he stays right there, grounding and real, the only steady thing in your world that never stops spinning.

"Whatever it is, I've got you." And you believe him.

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It's been a chaotic, wild day for the both of you, away on a job that went wrong in nearly every single aspect that could have gone wrong. Abbacchio’s scowl is reaching near astronomical levels as he ducks behind an overturned cart within today's make-shift battlefield (a goddamn fruit market!). 

"This was supposed to be low profile."

You're perched on top of a light post, colorful, patchwork cape fluttering wild. "Please, darling! I barely even lit anything on fire!"

"You mean, this time!" He tries to counter as a melon explodes behind him. You just cackle like a wench.

Among the mayhem of enemies, Stands, and unfortunate bystanders that spectate what appears for them to be a wild fruit-fight, you notice it before he does – one of the enemies wants to flank him from the side, too fast to move away or to counter. They are a predator ready to strike, ready to hurt your Leone – 

Time folds sideways. You coax it out, around and away, infinite space between fractals and fragments and heartbeats. The bullet never reaches him, instead snatched into a pocket of stillness, frozen in place like something pathetic.

He blinks. You land beside him with a bounce in your step. 

"You are welcome."

He looks like he wants to say something mean. "You’re out of control."

You grin at him, unbothered. "And you'd be full of holes without me, love!"

Instead of a verbal answer, he glares around the market, the toppled stalls and ruined fruit that have been turned into mush. But during it all – the fight, the chase, the conflict between your team and the enemy – you've been perfectly controlling every tiny detail that leads up to something bigger. No civilians harmed, no irreparable property damage, no wild moves he couldn't predict. You look out for the little things without making a fuss about it.

(You work and you fight in perfect sync, like he's able to hear the song in your heart, the hum that guides you through life with iridescent dreams and wonder-filled steps. He sees you as you are, a wild, untamed presence in his life, one he can't seem to shake off anymore, no matter how grumpy or unapproachable he makes himself appear. He doesn't want to push you away anymore, he thinks.)

And when you dash ahead, laughing, magic trailing like soap bubbles and tiny stars, he follows without hesitation. A traitorous part of him is smiling, too.

author's note: ah, abba my beloved, he's a terrible mess and i've always loved him <3 thank u for the request, this was a fun concept to explore, especially the good old grumpy x sunshine vibes (≧◡≦)

[danddymaro]

Instinct | Leone Abbacchio x Reader

Has a man ever told you this shit? because I promise you, to me, it's been one of the most painful things to hear.

I like sad stuffs.

Word count: 317

Instinct

The way he turned to you was swift, and as he did, he nearly winced before he stopped you from coming closer, putting a distance between you that felt acres apart.

"Did I ask you to?" he said bitterly, the snarl in his tone possessing all of his collected exasperation and loathing.

-All of which made you pause, your reaching hand retreating as it drew back to your chest.

He'd said so many things to you before, all of which you could come back from, but for some reason that one sentence was all it took to break you down.

It made everything else he'd said fall apart.

They were daggers to your heart, and at that moment you could easily ignore the aching your side felt.

The pain that came from it being reconstructed wasn't properly registered when your very insides felt twisted.

The churning in your stomach made you feel sick, and you swallowed down your words, silently nodding, understanding.

'Of course, he hadn't...'

You thought as you shook your head, refusing to argue, because he never had.

What was there to discuss?

'He never did,' you mused, sadly.

But wasn't love selfless?

Shouldn't it be instinct for him to dive towards you too?

As you looked to him, you offered him one final glance as you tried to remember those brief moments he felt truly yours.

And you tried to remember how sweet he came back after he stung you.

You did your best, but you wondered why you should wait until then to feel loved.

'Shouldn't it be easy for you?' you added, dreading to ask.

As everyone else looked toward you, you could feel their sympathy sent your way, and you offered back an apology before you made the decision to put yourself first.

Defeated, you dropped your shoulders, and what he had assumed to be a walk turned into your departure.

[maruzzewrites]

I really love all of your interpretations of la squadra! You wrote about what kind of person you thought they’d all be into, would you do that same kind of post for Bruno’s group?

I can do that! I will make this for Bruno and Leone, but if anyone wants the others, they can tell me.

Bruno really wants someone who needs him, but who also takes care of him. It's not that he is incapable, but he craves affection that comes from unconditional sources and he dives deep into relationships. If you offer even the smallest hint of something he adores, he will be yours mind, body and heart.

Leone is in search of someone who will give him purpose. He leans on people, he would prefer to be uncaring, but his helpful and loyal attitude will have him do anything for someone he loves. He carries people in his chest as a burden or as a heatbeat, but they stay in his blood in the same way. So he just seeks someone who will make his heart beat and his days start, just so he can strive for more.

[abbacchiosbelt]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!

I give you a list + links to my fav posts/posts that have altered my brain chemistry

Formaggio doll house

https://www.tumblr.com/abbacchiosbelt/740165214746591232/forever-into-the-idea-of-a-yandere-formaggio-using?source=share

I feel this in my bones, he for sure has multiple doll houses for you as well. And you know it's a comfy ass tiny bed (when you're behaved)

Toji predator

https://www.tumblr.com/abbacchiosbelt/740062401323565056/glory-and-gore-toji-fushiguro-x-freader?source=share

Diego scent kink

https://www.tumblr.com/abbacchiosbelt/731392886755803137/if-u-let-him-diego-loves-to-shove-his-nose-in-your?source=share

Anyway this woke something inside me, Diego a nasty bitch and I love him for that

Yandere johnny

https://www.tumblr.com/abbacchiosbelt/712426307283222529/m-2-for-johnny-joestar?source=share

I need more yandere Johnny in my life

Happy to say

https://archiveofourown.org/works/20504939

This is one of the posts on ao3 that convinced me to make an account so I could leave kudos - I'm so weak for Abbachio

JJBA: Vento Aureo | Reader-Insert Headcanons Collection

https://archiveofourown.org/works/22100164/chapters/52743862

YAAAAAAS

Moonlight

https://archiveofourown.org/works/19429417

ANON THANK YOU SO MUCH... this is all organized so nicely too, hehe. this made me smile so hard my face hurt 🥹 ty again!!

an abbacchio lover i see 💜😎 good taste!

[leora-rambles]

Can I request something for Leone abbacchio? Maybe where his s/o dies. Something where the reader was alone at the base, and there are clear signs of a fight but the only body in sight Is that if the opponent. So abbacchio uses moody blues to try and trace where she is, henceforth seeing the fight pretty much blow for blow up till the fatal blow executed upon the reader, and where she got to before finding her dead or dying.

Your Hands Felt Warmer Than Mine (Leone Abbacchio x Reader [Angst/Request])

Hey hey hey I’m terribly sorry this came out so late anon :,) Not going to lie I struggled a bit, but this was a valuable learning experience for me!! Thank you so much for requesting. I hope you enjoy!

CW: Gun usage, someone is shot.

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“What’s wrong?”

Abbacchio stops breathing air into his cupped hands.

“I didn’t bring my gloves out today,” he grumbles, rubbing his palms together.

You look at his jacket and notice that he doesn’t have pockets, either.

The leaves beneath the two of you paint the concrete with orange and brown hues. A gust of wind causes Abbacchio to shiver.

“Ah, wait.”

You slide your ungloved hands out of your pockets and cup his hands in your own.

Abbacchio stares at you in confusion. He lifts one of his eyebrows, “What are you doing?”

You purse your lips, “Your hands are cold right?”

Read the rest over here!!

[etherealzx]

I saw someone request Abbacchio acting like a father figure to a gn! Reader who's a new member of the bucci gang. And I've been craving for content like that ever since.

Thank you~

omg omg omg this is adorable

Abbacchio Being Like a Father Figure to gn!New Gang Member

Abbacchio would be wary of you at first, much like he was with Giorno. The mafia world is a cruel one, and you can never be too careful. He knows this from experience.

Once he had gotten used to you being around and knew you were trustworthy, he (very) slowly started to be a little less cold towards you.

He started asking specifically to be sent on missions with you, tagging along as “extra protection”.

When all of the other members were teasing you for being the newbie, he found himself getting a little too defensive over you. Like, to the point where even Bruno told him to chill tf out.

If you ever found yourself in a bad position while on a mission, he was there to help you in a millisecond.

He would almost kind of scold you, saying things like “You really gotta be more careful, kid. I’m not always gonna be there to save you.”

It’s his weird way of trying to motivate you

He would use Moody Blues to play your fights over again, pointing out where you could improve or how to use your stand in a more efficient way

Almost kind of coaching you

If you did really well on a mission, expect praise

His praises won’t be the most enthusiastic sounding, but believe me when I say they’re the most genuine compliments you will ever receive

Sometimes his praises are just a pat on the back/head and a smile

“Great job out there today” “You seriously kicked ass”

he’s emotionally constipated so that’s his way of telling you that he’s proud of you

[leonwrites4u]

Hello please can I request headcanons of the buccigang crushing on someone who loves to be affectionate but always shy when initiating it :)

YESSSSSS GUCCI GANG<3333333

Let's goooo

!! G/n reader !!

Buccigang with a s/o that likes affection but Is shy when showing it

Bruno

Okay

This is Bruno were talking about

You won't need to initiate anything, he'll always know when and what you need

He loves your expressions when you attempt to initiate a kiss

It's simply adorable

He'll have his sweet little smile

Bruno will adore your shy nature

If him showing you a bit too much affection makes you wayyy too flustered

He'll subtly wrap an arm around you or simply hold your hand

Abbachio

Abbachio isn't the best with public displays of affection

It's not his love language

So he understands if you have some trouble

He won't rush you to immediately shower him in love

(Even though he deserves to be<3)

Instead, he'll do small stuff like hold your hand

He'll show his affection by styling your hair or giving you kisses on the cheek if he feels like it

He finds the flustered face you make funny

Not that he wants to laugh at you

He finds your facial expressions amusing

Fugo

He's not so good with affection in general

He doesn't like having people touch him

It's nothing personal, just something that has to do with his childhood

So he's in no rush to get you to show your affection

Instead, you two do this thing where instead of holding each other's hand, your pinkies kinda intertwine

It's slow and steady, perfect for you two

Though, when you do show him affection

He'll stare at you with flushed cheeks before thanking you

While your, face is equally flushed

Giorno

It makes him smile

Seeing you all flustered because youre trying to show how much you love him makes him so happy

He'll give you a few kisses to thank you for it

Giorno will also enjoy having you hug his arm as you two walk

Or maybe just him enjoying to squish your cheeks

Maybe whole squishing your cheeks he'll kiss you

He'll chuckle when you get all flustered

Reassuring you

He's most likely to initiate the affection mostly cause of your shy nature

Mista

Oh my gosh

Fanboying

AAAAAA HE THINKS YOUR ADORABLE

Mista is constantly asking for affection to see your flustered little face

He knows you're shy when initiating it so if you don't want to

He gladly will, giving you his hat

Giving you many many kisses

Whispering sweet nothings

He was made for romancing

And if you're uncomfortable with it, he'll stop

After all, mista drinks his respect juice

Narancia

So

Fucking

Clueless

He doesn't understand why you get so shy

It's just a kiss?

So he has to give you all the kisses

He notices how red you get when you try to hug or kiss him

His sweet energy making it impossible for you to do anything around him

Explain it as much as you want

He won't understand why you're so scared to show someone you love them

He won't pry on the matter and if you're uncomfortable

He'll stop

Trish

She understands

She's kinda awkward or shy with this kind of thing too

Trish will mostly just hold your hand while she looks through magazines

However she'll glance over to see your flustered face before smiling every few minutes

Sometimes she'll shyly initiate hugs if you don't want too

Or if you're too tired to do so

She loves holding your hand up to her cheek as she drifts off to sleep or while she reads magazines

She finds your flustered face adorable

And she wants to kiss it so badly but alas

She's too nervous

Okay okay! It felt so good to write for Jojo once more! Thank you so much for requesting

Also note that my work isn't proof read teehee

[garden-of-violets]

hi! I discovered your blog the other day and I thought what to ask you, can I ask you for hcds of Abbacchio and Bruno (or just one of the two if you want) when s/o is super stressed about a particular exam? very self-indulgent, but a month ago, I had been preparing for an exam, I had never cried so much for one, and my health deteriorated a lot but I plucked up the courage and presented myself, even if I failed :") I will present it again at the end of the year, wish me luck

Hi! Thank you for the request. I hope you’re doing better now, I understand exams can be stressful. ♡︎

Here are some headcanons for Abbacchio and Bruno with an s/o who’s very stressed about an exam.

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♡ Bruno first realized how badly you were stressed out when you started to shut yourself in your room to prepare for your exam.

♡ Yes, both him and Abbacchio were aware about your anxiousness and worry for this upcoming exam, but watching you start to become consistently stressed and nonstop studying in preparation made their hearts ache.

♡ The stress for this exam had made you start studying whenever you could. After missions you’d be studying despite telling the two you’d rest. Even at Libecchio’s when you were with the others you seemed tired as you held your book in your hand, every now and then jotting something down in your notebook to help train your memory of the subject.

♡ Overall, this exam had taken over a big portion of your life and was negatively impacting you.

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Bruno Bucciarati:

♡︎ As soon as your stress started to become more visible and began to impact and affect your days, he noticed. Bruno’s heart would fill with worry when he’d see you each morning, bags becoming more visible under your eyes with every passing day.

♡ To try and help you out from the sidelines, he’d attempt to make your life easier by helping with the little things:

♡ In the mornings you’d wake to him having already made a small breakfast, leaving it at your spot at the table or in the fridge with your name on it.

♡ You’re thirsty? He’s already made you your favourite tea, coffee, gotten you a glass of water, your favourite soda, your favourite juice—whatever it is you want, he’s already gotten it for you.

♡ Ran out of the gum your chewing? No more of your favourite candy? He has three more packs of gum and a couple bags of candy unopened waiting for you.

♡ You don’t have to worry about making dinners, doing your chores, and when you’re adamant on studying, if he has the time he’ll take over a mission or two for you so you can continue to study.

♡ When your stress got worse and you started actually ignoring your daily needs, he’ll continue to allow you to study as you please but will enforce breaks here and there so you don’t tire yourself too badly.

♡ During these breaks he’ll make you a small snack: a fruit bowl of only your favourite fruits, a smoothie, a homemade trail mix, a couple of chocolate bars from his own hidden stash, anything he thinks could make you happy.

♡ After making you some snacks, he’ll put on an episode of your favourite show, allowing it to distract you enough so that you’ll take a relaxing 20-60 minute break without realizing it.

♡ During these moments he’ll sit beside you, wrapping an arm around your waist and pressing a couple gentle kisses to your cheek and your temples to remind you that he’s there, and that he’s there for you whenever you may need him.

♡ Don’t want to watch a tv show during your break? You’re welcome to cuddle with him for a bit, he’ll make sure you get your rest.

♡ At your request he’ll even take you out to a cafe or to go visit some flower shops for half an hour or so to try and refresh your mind and calm down.

♡ Making sure that you’re eating, sleeping, drinking water, and taking care of yourself is his top priority.

♡ It’s late when he finds you crying. He’d come to your bedroom to make sure you’re getting your rest, only to find you sitting at your desk, stressed and crying as you tried to remember everything you’d studied, worrying about whether or not you’re actually going to remember this information during the exam.

♡ His heart aches, and immediately he’s at your side, an arm wrapping itself around your waist and pulling you into his chest as he tries to calm you down.

♡ He’d close your open books, pushing your chair under your desk before convincing you to take a break and get ready for bed. He’s not one to go to bed early, but seeing you so stressed, tired and overworked is enough for him to decided to spend the night with you.

♡ He’d calm you down, even making you a small tea before bed if you request.

♡ In conclusion, whatever you want from him he’d give you: cuddles, snacks, calming and reassuring words, he’s there for you and he understands how stressed you are.

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Leone Abbacchio:

♡︎ Abbacchio is not one to speak much, show any sort of care, or help those around him without complaining about it at least once. Although, when he sees how stressed you are, that changes in an instant.

♡ He’s taken school exams before, he understands how stressful and worrying they are to take, prepare and study for. Seeing how you hold yourself during this time reminds him of how he was when preparing for his exams: stressed, overworking himself with studying, forgetting his basic needs—he understands and it bothers him to see you behaving the same way.

♡ Similarly to Bruno, he’d try and subtly help. Picking up your favourite snacks and drinks at the store, completing your chores for you (as much as he absolutely hates doing chores, he’d do them for you,) occasionally even sneaking into your room and making sure your pens have enough ink and your curtains are open so you’re at the very least getting some sunlight/fresh air if he decides to open your windows a tad bit.

♡ He won’t directly do anything about your stress for a while other than dragging you out of your room once a day because: “You’ve been studying in that dark room with those stupid florescent lamps all day, you need to get outside.”

♡ Although, once again similarly to Bruno, once realizing how badly the stress is starting to affect and impact you, he will begin to take direct action.

♡ Enforcing hourly breaks, making sure you eat your dinner and drink the bottles of your favourite soda/juice he’ll toss you, telling you to keep your blinds pulled to the side and your window open to make sure you’re getting fresh air, he will be keeping an eye on you.

♡ He’d hang around in your room, reading and listening to his music while you sit at your desk. He can’t just leave you to sit in your room all day and forget to take care of yourself, can he? He’s not that cruel.

♡ He’d be in your room when you start crying, and he’d pause for a minute or two to process what’s happening. Once it hits him he’s up and closing your books, tugging you out of your chair and towards your bed. This ends with him sliding his headphones over your ears and playing more of his relaxing classical music while he wraps his arms around you, (he acts annoyed with having to do this but you know full well that’s not the case at all.)

♡ Abbacchio cares, as much as it seems like he doesn’t. He will be there for you, even if he’s not as vocal about it as Bruno is.

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[rehkkuma]

yo reh!! what’s up?? hope you’re doing well. can i request prompt 🔞 with leone abbachio from vento aureo??

hii, i'm doing pretty good!! i remember writing that prompt down and thinking "someone's gonna request this with either jotaro or abbacchio i just know it" AND YOU DID IT. lolol anyways here u go! <3

🔞 - getting caught in the act together w/ leone abbacchio

words: 673.

disclaimers/tags: nsfw (minors dni), fem pronouns, afab reader.

Abbacchio's head was planted between your thighs, sucking your clit. His left arm was firmly wrapped around your thigh to keep you from shaking, his other hand too busy with pumping inside your wet cunt. As your head rolled back into the mattress, you squeezed your breasts while letting out soft moans. Even if your eyes were closed shut, you could tell there were layers of slick drenched across your thighs from how easy Abbacchio fit his fingers inside you.

"You should've said so if you wanted this sooner," Abbacchio said, mumbling on your skin.

"W-What was I supposed t-to do?" you struggled to say out loud. "Ask to fuck in the middle of a m-mission?"

Abbacchio pulled away from your cunt to speak. "I wouldn't have minded that," he said before dipping his head back between your legs.

"Y-Yeah right," you chuckled.

Before long, you felt as if Abbacchio's fingers felt tighter inside you. Each time he pushed them back inwards, it'd happen slower and rougher─ almost struggling to fit inside completely. Knowing what this meant, Abbacchio backed away from you and began to tie his hair up with a spare elastic. While you were laying down on the bed─ wet around the thighs and weak to the knees─ Abbacchio watched your ruined figure as his hand stroked up and down his cock. After a few pumps, he grazed his dick on your entrance, spreading around your wet cum before slowly inserting himself inside you.

"A-Ahh," he groaned. "I could probably cum right now if he wanted to."

You bit your lip and blushed. You lifted your hips up and down to slide Abbacchio's dick further inside you, smiling. Every movement started slow, but gradually became faster. You and Abbacchio had a persistent pace, slowing down just in case if the other felt like cumming too soon.

"A-Abbacchio!" you groaned, reaching your hand out to stop his hips. "I'm gonna cum if you keep going!"

Abbacchio let out a grunt. "Then cum."

You covered your mouth and bit your forearm. As your eyes closed, you felt your orgasm shake your body from head to toe, feeling Abbacchio's cum fill inside you a bit after.

"Leone," you said, chest heaving up and down. "I love you."

Abbacchio panted and pulled out from your cunt, staggering to lay down beside you. He turned his head and kissed your cheek. "I love you too," he replied.

The two of you stayed silent, only listening to your breaths. You wanted to fall asleep with him right there, but you knew you couldn't with the sweat and cum gleaming on your skin. You slowly started to sit up, ready to take a shower but stopped once you heard a knock on the door.

"Oi, Abbacchio!"

You paused at your tracks. That voice belonged to one person and one person only: Passione's notorious revolver-carrying gunslinger, Guido Mista.

"Mista, you fucking idiot- Don't come inside!" shouted Abbacchio, but it was already too late. Mista had already barged inside the room, carrying a pile of laundry.

"Abbacchi- Shit!" the gunslinger cursed. "Ah, fuck sorry! I swear this was an accident!" He turned around and covered one of his hands over his eyes.

"Who the hell knocks and doesn't wait for a response?" Abbacchio spat out. "You knock, then wait for me to answer!"

"I thought you'd be reading a book or something! How was I supposed to know you were having sex?" Mista yelled in return.

You awkwardly sat on the bed, blanket just barely covering your naked body. You let out an 'ahem' to interrupt the boys before speaking. "It's too late now to do anything. Mista, just leave for now and don't ever mention this again, will you?"

Mista let out a groan. "Mhm. Got it." He dropped the clothes on the floor and left the room, making sure not to slip any peeps.

Abbacchio looked you in the eye, unimpressed and filled with annoyance. "Lock the door next time."

With a sheepish grin, you nodded. "G-Got it."

[moody-bloosh]

Hi! I was wondering if you could the Bucci gang with a s/o who likes to make cute meals for them. Something like this ! Thank you ^^

What a cute request! Of course!! Making food for your S/O is such a precious love language! O u O

Bruno Bucciarati

He's elated, probably stares at it for a bit. He genuinely admires the love and care you put into your meals for him. He knows how hard cooking is having had to cook for himself and his father after the untimely divorce. If you pack his meals for him, he genuinely looks forward to the food you've prepared and actually shows off your cooking to the rest of the gang.

"Next time, you really must let me cook for you. _____."

Leone Abbacchio

His soul is as black and probably as withered as a raisin but seeing your meticulously crafted adorable meals really does put a little smile on his face. He's never really understood the term "comfort food" before but having your homemade meals has helped him understand. If you've packed his meals for him and he eats with the gang Narancia and Mista probably tease him for it and he just gives them this dead eyed look that puts the fear of God into them and they quiet down pretty much after that.

"Thanks for making sure I don't starve... It means a lot, your food's the only thing I can stomach these days."

Giorno Giovanna

Someone once asked Giorno if they could have a piece from the lunchbox you made for him. They were never heard from again.

No, but really, he's so touched that you even bothered to make something like this! Giorno is genuinely grateful to you for even putting in the effort of making something like this for him. He's used to cooking for himself so having his beloved make him something. It just ... it does so much to make him feel loved. Not even his parents had even done something like this for him after all. Thus, he's very protective of the food you make for him. He finishes the whole thing even if it has something he doesn't like. Giorno will also insist on trying to make something for you in return and my God, this man doesn't even have to try. Everything he makes is just aesthetically pleasing - though he's sad he can't quite make the cute little things you do. The lunches he makes for you look like they're from high-end restaurants.

"Your packed lunches are the highlight of my day, _____. Thank you."

Guido Mista

Just like Bruno, Guido flaunts the cute little meals you make for him to his teammates. But once the flaunting is over he gets approximately one second to admire the food you make before the little shits Pistols attack. The Pistols coo and giggle over the food you made before it's every man for themselves in getting a piece. The poor little bear or lunch box is quickly eviscerated as if a piece of meat had been dropped in a piranha tank.

"Oh, baby, you shoulda seen the look on their faces! They were so jealous. I'm the luckiest guy in the world, that's right because I have you~!"

Pannacotta Fugo

He's always a little shy about receiving your cute little meals but he's never actually embarassed about it as evidenced by Narancia always gets a fork to the side for teasing him about his, "cute wittle lunches". Fugo really loves the stuff you make for him it just makes him feel a tiny bit bad to have you exert this much effort for him. Just like Bruno and Giorno he loves to look at the meal for a little bit, trying to commit every little adorable detail to memory. Moreover, since he genuinely appreciates the effort you put into making food for him Fugo tends to eat slowly as he savors every bite of the meal. He even smiles while he eats!

"Oh, this tastes so much like Nonna's cooking. Thank you, _____. Your food's always great."

Narancia Ghirga

See he appreciates the food you make for him so much that he just doesn't want to ruin the hard work you put in! His heart breaks when he has to put his spoon into the face and take a bite. Oh, but when he finally has that first bite, he can't help himself. It just tastes so good!!! Definitely takes like 100 photos of the food and saves it in an album before he eats it.

"Hey, next time could you make it look like a plane, _____?"

Trish Una

She's a picky eater so you learn early on in the relationship what she likes what she doesn't like. She really appreciates the effort you put into making her meals. After all, an aspiring pop star's got to eat right! Pretty soon, you see her quietly going around, practicing in the kitchen, looking up inspo for cute lunches too. Of course she's not just going to stand around there, she's going to make a cute lunch for you too!

"Here, don't eat it too fast."

[sohin-ace]

Abbachio - Hangover

You walked inside the headquarters that you titled your home.

It was half past 3 A.M and you knew fair well everybody in the team was staying here for the night, and were most likely sleeping soundly like babies at this hour.

And so, with velvety steps and calculated slow movements, you entered the porch and quietly closed the door, moving in the dark as silently as possible.

You had just finished a tiring mission and the one thing you desired most at the moment was to crash into bed, maybe marry it since you were at it, barely thinking about the sticky blood, sweat and dried river water that stained you during your mission.

You huffed and kicked your shoes off, liberating your aching and swollen feet from them, directing yourself towards the kitchen to fetch some well-deserved water that your throat was oh-so desperately screaming for.

You were shocked to find the room lit at this hour. Your first thought was that Bruno was probably still awake and having a small break from his neverending pile of work.

Your expression completely fell, however, upon seeing that Bruno was not the one occupying the kitchen but someone else, greeting you with a heart breaking sight.

"... Leone?"

The male was slumped over the table, his head buried in his arms with one hand holding onto a spilling wine bottle, burgundy liquid running everywhere onto the wooden surface, the floor, and onto the male's clothes. Even some strands of his splayed out hair drank up the alcohol, dying them from silver to violet.

You gasped at the mess but was even more shocked by the implications behind said mess. He didn't even bother taking a glass, prefering downing the wine directly from the bottle. He wasn't planning on holding back tonight and it alarmed you.

You knew of Abbachio's tendency of alchoholism, but he was never so drunk as to black out this way and you weren't sure he would even be able to work tomorrow, or do anything else, for that matter.

"Leone..." You slowly approached his hunched over form and gently shook him. "Caro, wake up."

No response.

With you being all alone in the middle of the night, there weren't much you could do. But there were no way you'd ever leave him in this state.

Shaken with worry, you only did what your heart told you and moved the bottle away from his grip. It was almost empty at this point anyway.

You brushed his long hair to the side to let some fresh air cool his face down while you cleaned and mopped the tiled floor and table. Oh you'd make sure to lecture him about that later.

You thought about him, sitting next to you as you cleaned up. How tormented he was and how, just like the wine bottle, he spilled himself out in secrecy.

You bit back your tears. He was so alone. Tortured. It hurt you that your Leone, whom you loved so much, had to go through a trauma you could never heal for him. Or even soothed in the slightest. You were grateful that he even remotely accepted your affection, but still.

It wasn't enough, for you.

"I wish I could help you, Leone..." You murmured and caressed his soft hair, revealing more of his peaceful face, his smeared makeup not tainting any of his beauty.

Your heart clenched, he looked so calm, so sweet. How did he manage to make grief look so gentle, you would never know. You almost didn't want to move him and disturb him, but you had to.

Carefully holding his shoulders, you pulled him up, his weight much heavier than you'd have expected, even thought it should be no surprise. Abbachio was a burly man.

You craddled his head and placed him in a proper up-sitting position and he groaned.

"Uugh... Hhmmm..."

"Leone, wake up, love." You still held his face against your chest and patted his cheek to wake him, scared that he'd sway and tumble over if you let go of him. "You gotta go to bed. Come on."

"Hmmm.... Sssuuuree...." He mumbled, words slurred.

He was surprisingly compliant, you thought. When you were certain he could hold his own head up, you let go and grabbed his wrist, still drenched in wine.

You hooked his arm around your shoulders and wrapped your own around his torso. He made the effort to stay in balance while you hoisted him up to his feet, not without struggle and effort on your part.

You stumbled a bit, but managed to get him up, at least, holding onto him for dear life as you maneuvered his much heavier body around the kitchen.

He counted on you for support and was close to falling sleeping on you as he snored against your hair, the stench of alcohol reaching your nostrils. Man, why did he have to be the heaviest male of the group?

You brushed your exhaustion from the preceeding mission to the side and dedicated yourself to helping Leone. Rest could wait.

Thanks to the help of your Stand, you ended the course safely back to his room and opened the door, having more hands to do so.

You let him down to sit onto his bed as gently as you could and you felt he was about collapse again.

You instantly wrapped your arms around his shoulders and let him slump over your chest.

"Woa- Don't lay down just yet! I need to get your clothes off."

He only purred some low nonsense, as if to show his annoyance to you. Well, maybe he desperately wanted to sleep, but so did you.

"Don't 'brrr' at me, boy. You're the one who spilled wine all over your pants and top!" You scolded to deaf, or rather drunk ears. Not like he was listening to you, but still.

Huffing a bit, you took hold of the lace on his top and untied it, letting you slide the rest off his broad shoulders and back. It was much easier to slip the sleeves off afterwards, and you were almost proud of yourself.

"I'm gonna be such a good mom." You joked to yourself as you caringly held onto Leone's warm back and head to gently place him down on his bed before taking his shoes and pants off.

Once this was done and not without a pause to catch your breath, you went to the bathroom to grab a towel, dampening it in warm water before you came back to him and sat by his side. He had already fallen fast asleep, and was looking awfully adorable, if you were honest.

" 'Clumsy brat'," You chuckled with a whisper as you wiped the wine off his skin and the sweat and tears off his neck and chest. "That's what you always called me. Ironic."

You looked fondly over at him as you finished your self-assigned task, closing off by wiping his left hand. You thought over your options.

Maybe it was the fatigue blurring your moral code. Or maybe you were just blinded by this crazy thing called love. Perhaps he was just an enticing wizard who cast a spell on you with his lips. Whatever it was, you foolishly decided you would kiss him after you removed his make up, and so you did.

You gently removed what remained of his make up that wasn't washed out by the crying and the drinking. You sighed at your good job and leaned over, running your fingers delicately over his skin.

"This is probably wrong." You hesitated, questioning your choices, yet feeling brave. "But I think I can at least have that, right...? Pardon me for this, Leone."

You closed the distance between you both to press your lips ever-so-sweetly on his own, wanting to linger, but not quite feeling deserving enough either. It was short-lived but precious and tingly. You felt your heart flutter and you swore you also felt his hand twitch slightly next to you.

You sighed. You yearned for more. You wished you could just collapse and fall asleep by him. Your responsibilities thankfully got the best of you.

"I love you. Please love yourself too, we all want to see you better. I know I do. Depend on me sometimes too, okay?" You breathed out to him, secretely hoping he heard you in his dreams and maybe accepted your selfish and heartfelt request.

You were tired. You needed to sleep and you were afraid you'd act more and more foolishly if you stayed with him any longer.

You reluctantly leaned away from him and got up, making sure to tuck him in thoroughly inside the blankets before you left.

You'd leave a note to Bruno to not wake him up in the morning.

When Abbachio woke up in the morning, much later than he usually did, he was disappointed, yet not surprised to be struck with a splitting headache.

"Fuck..." He groaned, holding his heavy head in his hands, "Not again..."

He inhaled deeply only to realise he was strangely met by a sweet familiar scent mixed with the stinging wine he drowned himself in.

Out of doubt, he looked over the bedside table and found a water bottle and some aspirin as well as a small note.

He grabbed the note and squinted at it, trying to read it with his still hazy eyes.

'Water helps with hangover headaches. Tablets too, obviously :P . Take it easy, Bruno gave you the day off.'

Was that you? That was most definitely you, he thought. And that fruity scent on his face and hands must be you too. There were no doubt now.

It didn't take him long to put two and two together. He would have been much quicker-witted if he wasn't so hungover. He remembered you had a mission last night, you probably went home by then and helped him to bed out of sheer empathy, sweet as you were.

Abbachio sighed and rubbed his face. He was both ashamed and extremely grateful towards you. It must have been so draining to come take care of him after you risked your life out there.

God he felt like shit. Again, he was being a burden on the people he loved, all because of his selfish choices. But knowing you, you'd probably hate him thinking that of himself, and tell him you were fine with it and happy to help. You had such a kind heart.

"... How did she even get me upstairs...? This tiny dwarf."

He groaned and sat up, smoothing his fingers over his lips. He blushed at his own thoughts. He swore he dreamt of you kissing him as he was asleep, and the feeling was still pretty vivid.

But he couldn't be sure. Drunken dreams were weird sometimes.

Thinking of making it up to you, he took the medicine and downed it with water, his mind filled with thoughts of you only.

He deserved at least that.

[rivertinghaze]

Hii i rlly liked ur last abbacchio x howl!Reader, it was rlly cute and your writing it's just amazing!

I was wondering if you could make some Abbacchio smut? Like, him being grumpy as always but still noticeably caring during all the act, idk if I'm explaining myself! (ﾉ_-;)…

Have a great week and take care of yourself!! ♡

grumpy | leone abbacchio/reader

rating: mature; content: gn reader with vague anatomy, smut, oral sex; genre: self-indulgent, soft (and just slightly mean) abbacchio; word count: 1025

summary: He always insists he's the only one that knows how to take care of you.

masterlist ☆ requests open

"Stop squirming so much." – is an absolutely insane request from the man that's nearly suffocating himself between your thighs. 

He claims you're making him work so hard – well, it was his decision, really, you couldn't stop him even if you tried (you don't want to try), or if you directly told him to stop (you also don't want to stop him, either). Not when he looks so ethereal in the low light of the bedroom, sharp angles softened by low lamplight you are adamant to keep. How can you not, when you want to commit the image to memory, to play it back again and again, and still never grow tired of watching him. Of hearing him, the sounds he makes that bounce around the room – sinful, salacious groans as his mouth keeps focusing on you, tongue swirling just in the way he knows will make you cry out, teeth teasing just a little, just to keep it interesting. 

"You – you're making it really hard not to…!" The small part of your brain that is still somewhat sane wants to make a joke along the lines of 'you know what else is hard, eh?' but it completely dissipates in your head when your train of thoughts gets disrupted by the way Abbacchio pushes your legs even further apart, and sucks harder using his lips on that spot he knows will make you melt.

The moan that leaves your lips is louder than you intended, and more and more heat crawls up to your face – like the one currently consuming you wasn't enough. Because every touch of his deft fingers, every reverent kiss he's left on your skin so far tonight, has been lighting your skin ablaze. 

You feel him smirk against you (he's proud you've given him the exact reaction he was after), and looks directly at you through half-lidded eyes. "And being so loud, too," he mutters, something dangerous and challenging in his voice, "You wanna wake up the neighbors?"

No. Maybe. You don't know. All you can respond is a weak, pathetic, please, even if you're not quite sure what you're asking for anymore. You just want him, all of him, wrapped around, beneath you, on top of you – 

"You keep denying it, yet you're so pretty when you beg like that." He pretends to be annoyed with your lack of response, yet from the way his focus shifts again to being completely lost on making you feel like you're floating – you know there isn't any real bite to his words. He's enjoying himself just as much as you are.

(If the way he keeps grinding against the bedsheets is any evidence, then yes, he's getting off a lot, by getting you off. What a menace, this man is, with his pretty silver hair, and pretty, perfect lips, and long pretty eyelashes and husky, low voice –) 

"Leone, c'mon, you don't get to – ah, talk like that –" A hand grabs hold of said pretty hair, fingers digging into the strands and pulling him even closer. You may be a bit rough, but in your blissed-out state you don't quite control your strength, and Abbacchio doesn't seem to mind it, either, if the groan that rumbles deep in his throat is any indication. 

It doesn't deter him in the slightest. "Hmph. And you're still giving me attitude?" Is what you think he mumbles with his mouth still on you. Close enough, anyway. But his caring, warm hands betray his annoyance, with sweet caresses that coax you closer and closer to the edge he's been building you up towards for some time now. Plenty of time, certainly, but Abbacchio has always been a patient lover, one who takes care of you and your needs unlike any other. Patient yet stern, gentle but playful, you love peeking through the layers of grumpiness he's built around himself and watching it all crumble, revealing the man underneath. 

And you're so close now, and he can feel it too, in the way your muscles flex around him, the breathy way you mutter sweet words and praises meant for only him to hear, how good he is to you. His mouth is a constant, his hands holding you together as you break apart into smoke and heat with a sharp moan, as the pleasure runs across your spine and down to your fingertips, as you cry his name like a precious secret only you know about.

To his credit, he does grant you a few good moments to catch your breath, massaging around your spasming tights as you slowly come down from the high. When you look back down at him, his chin rests innocently on your hip, meeting your gaze and looking so casual, like he hasn't just given you one of the best orgasms of your life – the only evidence of being even slightly bothered is the mess you've made of his hair, is slightly labored breathing.

"You made a mess." Ah, and that too. The trail of spit and fluids that runs down his chin, glittering in the low light and accentuated by his pale skin. He sighs and runs the back of his hand, trying to swipe it away, but you know he just wants to make a show of it, too. Little wisps of fire light up in your chest again, but your brain is having a bit of trouble catching up to it.

"Well, let me return the favor…" You start your proposition, but yawn before you can end it. That's when something sharpens in his gaze, and the next moment, he rises from his place between your legs and gathers you in his arms like it's routine, wrapping the soft blanket over both of you. "Leone…!"

"Shut up, you're tired. Rest now." He whispers, lips leaving faint kisses in the space just below your ear. Then, even quieter, so quiet you might think it a dream, "We have plenty of time for that later." And as your heartbeat slows into something soft and sleep tempts you with the promise of sweet dreams, tender arms cradle you against a solid body, gentle yet unwavering.

author's notes: heehee, first time posting smut, even if it's technically not explicit, hope y'all still enjoy! and thank you for the request, take care of yourself too anon :3

[danddymaro]

Aftermath | Leone Abbacchio x Reader

After the fight with Illuso, so i guess that’s the title lol

I need abba fluff 

Overly sweet abba I.E [SIMP]

word count: 1100

Aftermath

A little kiss to the temple makes you slightly recoil, the gentle affection responded with a wince that showed how uncomfortable you still were. 

It wasn't because you were trying to get away from the long haired man's touch, but instead, it was an instinct you had upon the contact that still stung.

the discolored spot is greeted with a soft press, and while such a gesture is sweet, it does little to soothe the pain. 

It aches, however, you would admit that the tenderness he shows you makes your heart melt, and forces a little smile to form. 

As you close your eyes for a moment while you reach one of your hands to your darling's arm as your own form of reassurance. 

Coincidentally, it'd been the arm that had ended in a bloody stump a few moments prior, and you couldn't stop thinking about how it was now back in place. 

- like it never happened.

It's only briefly that your eyes find their way to the golden-haired teen within your group.

He's silent, even while standing next to Fugo, and it seems that he doesn't pay any mind to you and your curious peek. 

But you're certain he knows. After all, you can feel his gaze every now and then, and during one of those glances, he must have seen you.  

Before, you'd caught him staring like he had his own questions, but it was only at that moment that you actually paid him any mind.

Even while introduced to you, you hadn't really bothered to speak to him aside from the initial, pleasant 'hello'. 

But now, his entire demeanor and what lay beyond his gaze became interesting.

you actually found yourself curious as to what he didn't say and wanted to voice to you.

You then released a thoughtful hum, thinking over how all things considered, Giorno Giovanna was a valuable asset; a lucky card in your deck.

At the end of the day, he'd somehow managed to tame purple haze; doing the unthinkable and coming out alive from the stand's exposure. 

it was remarkable, even admirable how much fearlessness it took for him to do what he did, because while you considered fugo a friend, family even, his stand was another story.

"- Are you okay?" Leone then speaks as he moves his arm so he can hold your reaching hand, and you stop thinking about all the analytical parts of life in that moment.

Instead, you try to focus on Leone instead.

You don't say a word, rather, you purse your lips, barely nodding, your attention still elsewhere even if you bring your eyes to your loved one.

All because you can’t stop thinking about how much of a difference your new member meant.

You owed Giorno, you owed him your life, and it's not because he'd fixed up your messed up shoulder, but because after how nasty your dear Abbacchio had been, he'd still offered his help. 

Kindly, without a shred of malice. 

And if there was a way into your heart, it was through Abbacchio.

 "Mia Amata," Leone then whispers gently, and he sounds a little pouty as he knows he's ignored. 

Your mind is elsewhere, and he doesn’t know if you’re too stunned by everything that had happened, or in a sudden spell, thinking about something else entirely.

 His lips brush over your knuckles before he gives each a small peck, and after he's done there he holds his position, looking up at you with expectancy, hoping that's enough to get your full attention.

 He sounds terribly lovesick, and that's enough to rouse the gentlest chuckle from you, fully snapping you back to reality. 

"I'm alright, " you say, guaranteeing him that that mirror jerk hadn't done anything worse than to disorient you enough to slam your head into a brick wall.

All things considered, you could have ended up much worse.

 he stares at the bruise on your forehead, and he chews on his lower lip in a way that lets you know he has more to say, but he's biting back.

 His eyebrows furrow before he shakes his head slowly, nearly tutting at you.

"I though I told you not to do anything stupid," he mutters seconds before his forehead gently presses against yours, and you don’t mind as it doesn’t touch the sore spot on the side of your head. 

There's a mix of frustration and mirth in his tone, and any fool could catch onto it. 

- like he's annoyed with you, but all the same amused.

"If it were the other way around..." you start with just a bit of sass in your voice, and he knows well what you mean. 

You don’t even have to finish up on what you’re gonna say.

He has no room to say anything because he'd give his life for you.

Easily, and without question.

"...you're going to be the death of me," he breathes with a single airy chuckle of his warming your heart.

he detests the thought of you being hurt, but he's touched by how you'd risk your life for him too. 

"Are you saying I'm no good for you?" You say with a little pout of your own, looking away with playful melancholy he scoffs at. 

"You're the best damn thing to ever happen to me," he admits without a doubtful eyebat, but you already know that.

- you just wanted to hear it again. 

Little scares like these bring out the part of him that's just a bit too sweet and is usually reserved for alone time, and you can’t get enough of that side of him.

"What I'm saying is that I can't live without you, you hardheaded idiot," he says with only an inch between your lips.

"You already know that..." he huffs, knowing your game, aware you're just being a little jerk at that point. 

By then he's done with words, going in for another kiss and you smile back, waiting.

You even stretch out your arms so they slide over his shoulders and dangle there as he gives you your smooch. 

And you aren’t thinking about it, but one of your legs kicks back creating a cheesy image of a doting couple in the midst of a passionate exchange.

Your fingers tangle in his hair and just when you start to feel warmer, forgetting that you’re not alone, he pulls back slowly, just enough to press your foreheads against each other again.

He breathes just a bit heavier, matching your own exhales, and it makes you laugh when you notice how much color suddenly warms his face.

Before you part, you look into his eyes, and you can’t imagine living in a world without him.

> Diavolo enters the chat

[mrs-angelina-abbacchio]

You’re My Fire

Yandere! Abbacchio x GN Reader!

8:45 pm

It was a colder, darker time of night. Where I walk home from work. My job was just three blocks away from the Napoli strip mall. It wasn’t that bad of a walk, considering it was three blocks away. The brisk Italian air nipping at my cheeks as they turn a shade of pink. I sniffle as the moisture began to build up as the cold rocks my body. I popped an earbud in to keep myself entertained on the journey back home.

The moon shines down on the path in front of me as the wind picks up again. The wind almost whispering to me as it whips around my body. Naples wasn’t the safest place during the evening. But walking was the only option. I stayed away from busses as a deranged man fatally stabbed a passenger a week ago. False taxies were picking up unsuspecting girls and doing unspeakable acts to them.

Walking was okay for now, until I get the proper money to buy a decent car. I look around as I kept my guard up. The clicking of my shoes was the second thing that echoed into the night besides the whirling wind. I walk down my street and get the familiar feeling of being watched. I pick up my pace as the feeling grows immensely stronger as I walk closer to my apartment.

I hastily spring up the apartment stairs, I fiddle with my keys before unlocking the door. I close and lock the door immediately and breathe a sigh of relief. I kick my shoes off and head into the kitchen to see a home cooked meal steaming on the stove. A cold chill ran down my spine as I began to shake.

“So, you’re finally home.” A gruff voice said.

Ah, that’s right. He must’ve been the one watching me. He always does this once my shift is over.

This man had forced his way into my life a couple months prior. He saw me struggling with my bags. He offered to help but I declined, however he insisted. I gave in and let him carry my bags. On the way there we made small talk about our careers. As we walk up the stairs to my apartment, he asks for my number so that we could meet again. I foolishly gave him my number. I find out his name to be Leone. We started dating a month after the interaction.

As we dated, he became clingy and controlling. Always texting to see my whereabouts, following me, watching me at work, telling me what to wear. It all made me uncomfortable. I told him to cut this out or I'll have to break it off with him. He went into a fit of rage and screamed how he was the only man for me and how I would be abandoning him like the rest. I gave in, only for him to show his true grotesque nature.

Now, he stands right in front of me and stares down at my petrified form. He towers over me with his intimidating stature, using it to his advantage. He knows the height difference can make me vulnerable. He forms a toothy grin.

“Where’s my ‘welcome home’ kiss?” He asks feigning hurt.

I say nothing and look down. He swiftly slams his arm above my head as his body pins me against the wall. I flinch and cover my head, not wanting to get hit.

“Come now, darling. Don’t be shy, nor difficult. Just lay those sweet lips on me.” He huskily whispers.

I slowly look up at him, his silver hair framing his face as he leans over my body. I lean upwards and quickly peck his cheek. He laughs,

“No no, on the lips darling.” He says tapping his mouth with his finger.

I inwardly groan as I lean up once more. He grabs my chin and forces me to open my mouth for easy access. He slips his tongue inside and groans into the kiss. This kiss goes on for awhile as he tangles his fingers into my hair, gripping my scalp. He pulls away with a wet pop. He sucks in his breath and exhales in bliss. He opens his eyes and meets my E/C irises.

“Now, let’s have our dinner.” He says swiping his thumb over my lips.

He holds my hand as he guides me into the kitchen. He makes our plates and we eat in silence. After dinner we head upstairs and he runs the bath for us. He undressed himself and slips inside. He folds his hands behind his head as he leans back in the tub. He closes his eyes as the hot water swishes around his muscular form. He cracks an eye open to see me undressing.

Once I step in the tub, he cages me in his arms and splashes the water on me. He runs his hands over my plushy arms as he peppers kisses on my neck. He raises his lips up to my ear. His warm breath hits my skin as he whispers, “You’re my fire.”

[leora-rambles]

Getaway Car (Abbacchio x Reader [Angst])

I thought of this fic while listening to Taylor Swifts “Getaway Car”, and I just got Abbacchio vibes from it for some reason. Also, I apoligize if it seems rushed. I wanted to post this before Vento Aureos last episode ToT

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Love was bad luck in Abbacchios eyes.

It did nothing but serve as a distraction to his work, as well as cause unnecessary situations.

You were the main reason he concreted this mindset.

You stroke up a conversation with the male one faithful night, ignoring his intimidating front, and though it was rare, Abbacchio decided against brushing you off.

Surprisingly, you two hit it off well. Slight touches against his forearm, playful nudges, it all indicated to the male that you were interested in him.

Tipsy and not thinking straight, you and Abbacchio exchanged numbers.

It wasn’t supposed to go further than that, but it did.

Abbacchio soon learned that he should’ve brushed you off from the start.

“Abbacchio, do you mind helping me?” You asked in an innocent tone, the shower water running down your entire body.

He sighed in fake annoyance, letting out a ‘Here, dolcezza’ before squirting shampoo into his palm.

His fingers worked their magic on your scalp, causing you to relax your tense shoulders in contentment. Once the suds began to grow, a mean prank popped up in the males mind.

“(Y/N), look.” He scooped up a handful of the bubbles in your hair. Turning around, you gasped with surprise as the male clapped his hands together. Bubbles splattered everywhere.

A giggle escaped your lips as your faintly callused hands hit his chest in retaliation. That’s when Abbacchio felt the warmth in his chest grow.

That feeling. That warmth that ignited in his chest every time he met your touch.

It should’ve been the cue for him to leave, to tell you goodbye. For him to pack his bags and disappear.

But he let it carry on like the affection-starved fool that he was.

He fell deeper in love with you when you huddled up to him for warmth. You acted as if he was perfection, even if he thought he was the complete opposite of it.

The day Abbacchio told you about his occupation and affiliation with Passione, you had accepted him so quickly, he had to make sure you heard him right.

Even still, he could look like he was attacked by a frightened street cat, but you’d marvel at him as if he were a masterpiece created by a skilled artist.

“You’re too warm for me not to hug you, Tesoro.” His heart would swell as you murmured sweet nothings into his neck. The blankets around you two were a mess, but you kept each other warm with your bodies. A rare smile graced the white haired males lips.

“I have to leave early for somewhere tomorrow.” His smile faltered at your words.

“What time do you leave?” “Ah, you might still be asleep, amore.” He tightened his arms around your waist.

A lighthearted laugh escaped your lips as you pressed yourself closer to your lover, “I know, I’m so unfair. I’ll make it up to you soon.”.

Abbacchio would be lying if he told you that he had never pondered on what your occupation was. The shifts were always bizarre.

His mind drifted to the options of what your work was, but he stopped himself in fear of the chances of you actually being...he didn’t want to face the possibility of it.

He left his worries in the hands of his future self, despite understanding that it could only cause him burden and grief.

It was a Saturday night when he saw you pointing a pistol towards a civilian.

He was only outside for a stroll, at least until he noticed a familiar silhouette.

Abbacchio unknowingly followed you into a deserted part of the city, watching as you walked into an alleyway.

He stayed hidden as you spoke, a different tone in your voice than when you’d talk to him.

“You still owe us the money. It’s been 3 weeks now.” The voice you used was cold and calloused, contrary to your normal loving and sweet tone. It was like you were a completely different person.

The person at the business end of your weapon responded quiveringly fast, “Please give me more time! I promise I’ll transfer all the money once I have it! I’ll—“ they didn’t get to finished, instead being interrupted by a deafening gunshot.

Abbacchio gagged at the noise, the dinner he ate threatening to spill onto the concrete. The sound of the loud bang brought him back, way back to the memories he would often revisit.

You were the reason his habit of sulking into the past stopped, so why did you have to also be the one to bring it back so violently?

He snapped his head away, his throat closing up at the grotesque imagery he was imagining. Blood splattered on your face was too much for the male to handle.

Abbacchio peeked back upon hearing a whimper, one that wasn’t yours. He sighed in relief upon seeing your smoking gun aimed at the sky.

The unharmed stranger stood still, your fire of warning clear as a piece of glass.

Their mouth was shut close as you dropped the wielding hand to your side.

“You’ll eat the next bullet if you don’t quit whining. I’m not afraid to make noise.” The tone of your voice was threatening, comparable to a red light signalling that something was terribly wrong.

Continuing, you leaned back on the wall. “I’ll give you another week. You’re lucky boss sent me instead of the usual men he sends off. You’d be dead if you were to encounter them.”

The person nodded their head, a deer-in-the-headlights expression on their face. They choked on their words, still dazed from the gunshot.

You snapped at them, interrupting their quickened heaves, “Get out of my sight. If you say anything more, I’ll change my mind.” With those words, the civilian scurried away, running into the darkness.

Abbacchio watched in the dim lighting as your eyebrows twitched downwards. You hit your lip as you faced the wall, tears dribbling down your cheeks.

The facade you put on crumbled before him. Abbacchio was confused. At this point, he wasn’t sure if he knew who you truly were.

At this point, he didn’t want to know.

Your hands clasped at your mouth, silencing your sobs.

Crouched down in the alleyway, you vented out your frustration at yourself.

Chest heaving, Abbacchio heard a whimper of “I never wanted this”.

The male froze upon hearing his name.

You thought you were alone when you spoke to yourself, a strangled “Forgive me, Abbacchio” exiting your lips.

The door opening and closing caught the males attention. He had run home, hiding in the shadows in the process.

He was slumped over the living room couch, hair a pony-tailed mess, and eyes swollen.

“Abba! I’m home!” He relished in your voice, drinking it up like the wine that sat in front of him.

Abbacchio laughed to himself bitterly, ‘The other facade is on.’

Skipping into the living room, you called out for the male. “Abba! I have the supplies you forgot to buy. Didn’t you need some— Amore? What’s wrong?”

Abbacchios face fell upon hearing the worry in your tone. His focus was on the nearly-empty bottle of wine propped up on the coffee table.

“Hey, answer me.” You sat down beside him on the couch, bags forgotten on the floor. Concern was plastered all over your face.

He wrapped his arms around you, pulling you close and hiding his face on your collar bone.

“You’re a really good actor, tesoro.” The low vibrations of his voice sent chills down your spine.

“What makes you say that?” You quivered slightly, Abbacchio laughing into your shoulder.

He sighed after his giggling fit, you felt two wet droplets fall onto your t-shirt.

“You managed to hide being in a gang from me.”

Eyes wide, you felt the males face rise up from its place on your shoulder. His eyes were wet as he looked into yours.

“Just rip my heart out already. Tell me what you were doing in that alleyway.” You flinched as he practically sneered his sentence out.

You were shivering, contemplating your reply.

“You weren’t supposed to find out.” The white haired male felt his heart crumble all over again at your words. Fucking hell. He should’ve seen this sooner. Way sooner.

He felt the sugarcoated lies he built around you crumble as you explained.

Everything you told him was all canceled out by a loud ringing he heard, reminiscent of you shooting your pistol at the sky. The only word he could comprehend was “gang”, but that was all he needed to hear in order to understand.

He stood up, walking over to the wall to hide his face into with his arms.

The fact that the name of it was not Passione was all that he needed snap back to the present.

Your embrace caught him off guard.

Crying against the toned man, you let out a sob. “Forgive me.” Your arms around him still felt loving, tight with the emotion of desperation.

“Please forgive me for hiding all this from you.”

The warmth in his chest was a different kind of fire. It burned brightly.

It was the type of fire that could sting ones eyes with its violent smoke.

And sting Abbacchios eyes, it did.

“Why do you have to be in Passiones rival gang?” He managed to choke out, facing you to drop his head onto your shoulder. “What are you going to do now?”

You looked down, hoping, praying that he wasn’t implying what you were thinking.

“Abbacchio, we’ve been together for this long. I’m sure it’ll still work out—!” “—And what if it doesn’t?” His cold interruption to your frantic speaking made you freeze.

“I’ve already put you in danger by being your lover.” He placed his hands on your shoulders. “To also be in Passiones rival gang is suicide for you.”

Abbacchio lifted his head from the crook of your neck.

“You need to leave me. Your gang doesn’t know yet, but if you stay with me, they’ll learn soon.”

You held onto his hands. “Leone Abbacchio, I am not leaving you! How can you be so selfish to ask me for such a thing!” Abbacchio stood, unresponsive to your cries, shaking your hands off of his.

“You can’t just tell me to leave you! You know damn well more than anyone that I can’t do that! I love you too much, Abbacchio!” You grasped his suit, hoping that he’ll come to his senses. Maybe this would incline for him to stay.

Everything was going so well, so why did he have to find out?

Abbacchio winced at your expression. He wanted to keep you by his side, he truly did, but the thought of your life being at risk because of him caused Abbacchio to feel sick.

He pried your hands off of his suit.

“If you’re not going to leave,” Abbacchio pushed you away gently, “Then I will.”

Abbacchio ignored your begs and cries for him to speak with you, reaching for the doorknob.

“I called Bruno in advance.” Abbacchio started, “He’ll be here before you know it, and then I’ll be gone.”

Abbacchio proceeded outside.

The white haired male refused to face you. He didn’t want to be tempted into changing his decision by seeing your hurt expression.

“Just forget about me.” He told you nonchalantly. His heart hurt, but in his mind, this was for your own safety.

“What do you mean forget you—?! You can’t just leave me like this Abbacchio!”

Hair disheveled and eyes puffy from all the crying, you were a mess kneeling at the doorway.

Bucciarati was already there, like Abbacchio told you. The short haired male sat silent in the driver seat, watching in pity as you yelled for your now ex-lover.

Watching him get inside the car ripped your heart into two.

You made no effort to try and pull Abbacchio away from the vehicle, already accepting that it would be fruitless.

That didn’t stop your wails for him, however.

Abbacchio felt himself die in his getaway car, shedding his own tears in the process.

This was for your safety, he reminded himself.

“Don’t leave me like this!” Was the last thing he heard before Bucciarati finally drove off.

He never let go of the memories you two shared.

He replayed your form over and over. Your face cuddling into an invisible him on the bed, simply being in the living room lounging around, he replayed everything he remembered of you.

The new rookie Bucciarati introduced to the team only made him feel worse. That damn blondes attitude reminded him too much of you.

Still, he visited your old home, now abandoned, and let Moody Blues do its thing.

With each replay, he felt himself crumble more and more.

Love didn’t exist anymore. At least not to Abbacchio.