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Hello! I was hoping to request a one-shot l, if that's okay? Could you perhaps do a Bruno bucciarati x female reader who roller-skates and likes to give him flowers. just randomly Skates by, stops, hands him a flower, says nothing, Skates off. it's fine if you don't wanna. Have a hood night/day!

Of course I will! Sorry it took so long 🖤

Since Bucciarati is a busy man, he never has time to focus on his own well being, considering he takes care of everyone else. But in this instance, when he gets the chance he goes out for a little walk in the downtown area. That’s where he first saw her. Like she was gliding on air. The way her hair flowed in the cool Italian breeze. It gave him goosebumps.

“There she is again.” He thought to himself.

He’s seen her around the area a couple of times but never payed attention. Plucking a tiger lily straight from the clueless florist, she locks eyes with his and her heart almost stops. Skating on over, she does a little pirouette and hands him the flower. Patting his head, she smiles at him. Before Bucciarati could even thank her, she gracefully skates off and gets lost in the crowd of tourists. He twirls the flower with his finger tips and slowly walks away thinking about her smile. Perhaps, he’ll meet her again and actually talk to her. Maybe he’ll give her a flower as well. Bucciarati kept walking down the street until he disappeared into the sea of people.

#jojo no kimyō na bōken #golden wind #jjba #jojo part 5 #jojos bizzare adventure #bruno bucciarati x reader #request #requests open #Bruno Bucciarati #fiction #il vento d'oro

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Hello your highness, I just got done reading your most recent Leone post thing thangy and i’m FAWNINNGG. You right I want to bite, suck, tug, and EAT THIS MAN. He also sounded mighty submissive so that has me wondering would he be more on the submissive or dominant side with this darling? Also would hickeys go along with the biting? How would he feel about being marked up by his darling? I’m going to try and stop here because i know damn well I will keep on rambling rambunctiously ramble ramble ramble if I keep talking about him and your awesome sauce works. okay bye bye thank you for even reading thisssss keep ur head up :3

My head is always up high. I love to look down on people.

Leone is entirely sexually submissive, although he's capable of topping when asked. Topping isn't the same as dominating, and although Leone will try his hardest to play big bad dom if that's what you'd like, he's happiest letting himself go entirely. He's yours, just let him think about how he's your property and you can do anything you want to him.

When I say he wants to be used, I mean he wants you to use his body to get off. If you want to be penetrated, he can do that. If you want to penetrate him, he'll prepare himself nicely for you. If you'd prefer him giving you head over penetrative sex, that's more than fine! Leone wants you to finish first, he can come after. (It's very likely Leone will finish first, the thought of you just liking him back is so very overwhelming.)

He is the most extreme case of masochism I have ever seen. Degrade him, use him like a sex toy, hit him, it's all good. Nothing's off the table, as long as you provide lots and lots of aftercare for the eventual drop he'll have. Even then... it would kind of be hot if you didn't. Don't you think so?

While some submissive types prefer romantic, slow sex (Coughs. Guido, another masochist I think loves to submit.*), Leone wants absolutely anything you have to give. He fantasizes about you overwhelming him, and about using him until he breaks- even after. Once Leone's tapped out for the day, you're still free to have your way with him.

He wears every mark with pride; He feels wonderful about being marked by his darling. It's very reassuring, each mark is physical evidence that you want him too. Cuts, bite marks, burns, it's all just your way of claiming him, right? He's so grateful.

*While I think Guido and Leone are both masochists, they appreciate different things. Guido's only a physical masochist. Slap his hand when he gets too grabby, pinch his ass, smack him when he's being annoying. Shit like that turns him on. He doesn't like all that mean talk- sex is supposed to be sweet and loving! He can't get it up if you're ripping into him about how gross you think he is.

But Leone can. In fact, he's hard at the idea of you scolding him. To Leone, all attention from his darling is good attention, and your cruelty only attracts him more. Rip into him for being so perverse, mock how bad he is at stalking you (If only you knew.), make fun of him for tearing up. He stopped buying waterproof eyeliner and mascara for you.

The only hard limits Leone has are his looks and your feelings for him. Saying "I hate you" will just make him depressed.

Leone says he finds the idea of no aftercare hot, but he only half means it. You have to give him something or he'll feel unwanted and snap, and not in the fun 'kidnaps you finally' kind of way. In the murder-suicide way.

[mrs-angelina-abbacchio]

Your highness,

I want to say that I'm in love with everything you post. You're so inspirational! Please accept all my deepest and sincerest love ♡♡♡♡♡♡♡

As for my ask, I think Bruno is the type to propose to his darling as soon as he feels like they've come to their senses and finally see him as their partner too. How do you think Bruno would approach his darling with a proposal? Will he be straight and to the point or more smooth and romantic? Because, honestly, I can see him somehow being both

Sure, I'll take your love. No take backsies.

Bruno already thinks you're married. Maybe from another life! But he's skipped a step, hasn't he.

He can barely sit down. You've probably never seen him so visibly anxious. Bruno wants to be smooth and romantic, it's the goal, but he finds it hard to say anything more than he's already said. Bruno isn't the best with words- his actions speak for him, and whatever line he's used on you was thought of in the middle of the night and written on a napkin with haste.

It would be sweet- Bruno on his knee, music in the background... if you didn't know that your "no" wouldn't be taken seriously. Now isn't the time for jokes, amore, please don't say such a thing...

Bruno can't take it, so he won't. He's already your husband. Are you asking him to propose again? Don't be silly, it's too soon, you're still newlyweds...

Maybe next year he can redo a proposal for you as an anniversary present.

You must just not remember it. It's alright, it was a lot... He didn't overwhelm you, did he?

[mrs-angelina-abbacchio]

Loving in His own way | Leone Abbacchio x Reader

Cop Abbacchio is sexy Abbacchio. Here is a nice gif.

Flashbacks are in italics: Example

Thoughts are italics in Quotations: ’Example’

Word Count: 1273

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[mrs-angelina-abbacchio]

If it’s okay, can I request general dating headcanons for Bucciarati?

Sure sure anon!! 💞💞

HES A WALKING CHARMING PRINCE YOU JUST PULLED

Being a capo does get him busy all-day but that doesn't stop him from cooking you breakfast every morning

You def waking up because of the smell of bacons and eggs

MORNING KISSES IS A MUST!!!

This man will never ever miss giving you a peck or a kiss anywhere on you

Every morning you'll see all the food prepared by him

You both sometimes do a small sway dance and ending with both of you are giggling while in eye contact

He always starts the sway dance with you

KISSES WILL NOT BE MISSED WHEN HE'S GOING OUT ON A MISSION

He def caressing your hair and then kissing you on the forehead before leaving

You don't know how much this man craves to see you again

You're running in his mind no matter where or what he's doing 24/7

When he gets home after a mission, he will immediately search for you in the house and either ask to cuddle with you on the sofa or bed, (the man's tired yknow😔)

btw pull a "would you like to eat dinner? sleep? or would you like to take a bath with me?"

IF YOU'RE GOING TO PLOT SOMETHING LIKE THAT OH DEAR BE PREPARED IF THIS MAN SMIRKS AT YOU

When waking up on the weekends, he won't let you get up

He missed you so much, don't get up please

He's too tired he just wants to snuggle in bed all day long with you

BRAID THIS MAN'S HAIR I BEG OF YOU

He'll sit on the floor and you'll sit on the couch, both of you randomly talking whatever you guys can think of while you're braiding his hair

"Cara/Caro, you should do this daily, why? hm, why not?"

If you don't know how to braid then switch it up!! Let him style you instead so both of you match hairstyles!!

After braiding your hair, this man will melt once he sees your whole look and he's going to hide it

"Cara/Caro, you look wonderful, i'm glad I got to braid your hair like mine"

On dates this man will damn buy anything you look at for less than 5 seconds

"Cara/Caro do you like that? I can buy it for you"

Won't hesitate to peck kisses on you in public

While you're checking out on something you wont even see a kiss coming in your way, catching you off guard

"It doesn't matter if everyone here sees us, at least they all know you belong to me right Cara/Caro?"

If someone ever hurts you, he'll order his other members in his gang to search the person who hurt you

ARIARARIARIARIARI

Please do tell him who hurted you, he's going to grow so worried and anxious if you don't tell him

You're the only sunshine that's helping him get through everything in his way

He's very protective, especially when it comes to you of course

He def carries a first-aid kit zipped somewhere inside of him 💀

Well just incase his beloved gets a scratch or a small wound

HE'S ALWAYS PREPARED FOR EVERYTHING

I mean he's one and only Bruno Bucciarati right?!!!!

Thank you for the request anon!! (｡･ω･｡)💞

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My reaction to having a math mid term tomorrow 🧍‍♀️

If I asked so very nicely do you think Leone would help me with studying 🥺

I could imagine him catching the reader staring at his uh tits. But being serious I’d find it extremely hard to focus with him next to me. Breath catching in my throat, face ablaze with heat, my chest feels like it’s imploding—

I think I’m being stupid with how I lean into him, I can smell his cologne (he put on specifically because he knew I was coming over, but that’s not to assume he enjoys this. This feels like torture) and I take a quick glance at his chest and quickly avert my eyes in hopes he didn’t notice (he didn’t but he will later when he rewinds this event.)

Anyways I’m rambling (and crazy), but it’s just a nice distraction from the massive anxiety load I have 😢

Anon dear I've been laughing about "His, uh, tits." for so long.

Fuck no. Why do you think Leone became a cop? Minimal schooling related to math. You know who can help you, though? Panna.

Leone supervises, since Pannacotta isn't the nicest, and doesn't exactly like him very much. Of course he'd be iffy about Leone's darling. To his surprise, Pannacotta harbors absolutely no ill will towards you, only lots and lots of pity. He'd kill himself if he got stuck with Leone like you did.

It disgusts Pannacotta how touchy Leone's being considering he's not even trying to get in on the conversation. Leone has his arm on the back of your chair with his headphones on at max volume. Just glancing over every once in a while to check if you're fine. How fucking annoying is that???? Are you kidding?? You're playing aloof when your darling NEEDS you???? God you're pathetic.

..... You're kind of cute, though. In a weird, puppy that's in a wet box kind of way. Watching you finally understand what he's been drilling into your head for the past hour is... adorable.

Leone's not too thrilled when he notices Pannacotta's sudden patience. He's watched him beat Narancia for significantly less than what you're doing. Pick up your feet so he can pull your chair closer to him.

Then sit still while Pannacotta yells at him for "interrupting."

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How can I put this plainly—

You are God’s gift to the world—

No better yet, you are God giving to the world. Everything you write feels so real it hurts. Like physically hurts. You give to the less fortunate, (me) dirty, (me) sinners (me).

Your Leone is so perfect omg I remember scrolling through the yandere Leone tag a while back and I read your fanfic with him watching us look through his shit and I had to take a breather bc 😩. He’s like our slut and I can’t even begin to express how thrilling that is. Keep up the amazing, bordering godly work.

I’ll give myself an official thing for this . Just call me delusional anon 🫶

Is it bordering godly, or am I God? Stay consistent, dear.

That's so cute.

"He's like our slut" is such a vulgar thing to say to me of all people. But it's right. Once Leone's obsessed with someone, he's their bitch, through and through. You just need to work up to him being comfortable enough to express his need to slut himself out for you.

Once he's done with his whole hot and cold act, he'd sit by your feet with his head on your knee if you'll allow him to. What a good boyyy.

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Leone puts his headphones on you often, in an attempt to ‘give you some culture.’ 

You might recognize the track he’s playing- or not. No matter what you say, Leone always has some response.

“Oh, I love this!” is always met with some sort of comment about it being unreleased and found this month.

Suggesting, or flat out saying, that you do not like it is met with “Of course you don’t have any taste.” He won’t change until the entire song is over- not even if it’s over twenty minutes, and you’ve already disclosed how awful it sounds. 

He’s only showing you the ‘good’ stuff, and he’s not looking for feedback on it. He wants you to think he’s so well rounded. So cultured. You might call him pretentious, but some people find that attractive, don’t they? It’s better than not knowing anything. People your age like men his age that know things, and music is just about all he’s got. How’s he going to compare to someone that has him in an actual academic experience? Leone will keep your attention for as long as he can with trivia, trivia that isn’t always asked for. You probably don’t really care about the cast of Sling Blade and random bits of trivia about food. He sounds like an old man whenever he lectures you about the benefits of arugula salad, but it doesn’t deter him when you tease him, because attention will always be attention.

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seek sex [eddie gluskin]

PAIRING — EDDIE GLUSKIN x F!READER

WORD COUNT — 2.4k+

WARNINGS — NSFW. eighteen+. NONCON/DUBCON. captive!reader, yandere!eddie, stockholm syndrome, unspecified age-gap (it just makes sense!), cursing, gore, injuries, pet-names (love, darling, honey), dirty-filthy & unprotected sex (p! in v!), punishment sex, brat-taming, bondage, misogyny, degradation, cunnilingus, fingering, pussy-slapping, breeding (it’s edward gluskin, what do you expect?), creampie, clit-play.

A/N — i’ve wanted to write for eddie amour for so long, and she’s finally here! i need outlast mutuals, so feel free to interact with this!

“Now, now, darlin’. ‘Can’t run and can’t hide.” His baritone voice echoed in the asylum. The war cries and gushing sounds of blood flooding out of innocent bodies no longer sounded. For the mistake that hammered the last nail in their coffins wasn’t running into him in his abode; it was the refusal of their purpose in life.

To serve Eddie Gluskin as dutiful wives.

You were inches away from joining them when your legs gave out. They ached, sprained, and despite all your efforts not a muscle moved. So you shrank in a corner, not even the moonlight lit this abyss of darkness, and held your breath. Wetness was the only thing that differentiated the current atmosphere from being held underwater. It were as if you were prey face-to-face with a shark, in the deep blues, it’s element.

Your jeans were slashed, blood smeared on the material of every article you wore, gashed knees and smudged mascara. You hugged your knees, whimpering when your touch grazed past your lacerated knee. You had no choice now but to be invisible. Something you had made your peace with, growing up, now was crucial. Your tried to find a rhythm in your haggard breathing; slowly and steadily.

“You think you can keep this up forever, my love?” Your husband’s voice rang loud, and suddenly faint. He had just walked past the room you were hiding in.

Breathing a sigh of relief, you closed your eyes. Then the air grew colder, unbreathable. Like a deathless demise, your body felt paralysed with hysteria. A tremor ran down your spine, and you involuntarily dwindled further against the corner, as if sinking into the walls could free you from the inevitable clutches of dying in an asylum, at the hands of a man who loves you.

And his love is what will kill you.

Your eyes shoot open, and there he was.

Your beloved husband less than six feet away from you. His crimson sclera fluorescent, you felt the hatred exuding out of his bloodshot eyes in the deepest corners within you.

“Caught you.”

He lowly growled, before charging at you.

Your cries for help fell on dead ears. Kicking and jerking like a feral animal forced into a cage, your desperate attempts to get away from Eddie as he carried you on his shoulders to devil-knows-where, went in vain.

“Behave, brat.” The eerie tone of his voice froze you into place. Helpless, you were carried into the source of terror.

Eddie strapped you to the metal chair; the dried blood, cold, sluggish feel of it made your skin crawl. Tied to the chair were hundreds have breathed their most painful moments, on the brink of death at the skill of this bachelor groom.

You were bare, in nothing but your panties; Eddie fastening the straps of the chair, spreading your legs to an almost 180°, to the point the stretch burnt your lower half. Your hands had already been tied above you, chest full on display. “I’m sorry— sorry, I’m so sorry…” You pleaded breathless and mindlessly, but to no avail, for the sinister groom continued to scold you.

“No, darlin’, what good is that now?” He shook his head fervently. His bloodshot eyes darkened at the sight of your nipples hardening under the damp chill of lifeless air. “You take my love for granted. ‘Know I love you too much,” He shook his head again in disdain, when a sob left you. His eyes landed on your face; long lashes wet with new-formed tears, through them you gave your husband a doe-eyed look of plead. The blood flowing down your swollen lips didn’t go unnoticed by him, for he caused it to trickle down when he bit your bottom lip in a fiery kiss of hatred.

“—And y’know I just can’t resist that face.” His cold fingers grabbed you by the jaw, his face inches away from you. “The prettiest— the most beautiful woman on earth— my woman.” The blood rushed to your cheeks when he whispered those words in his gravel voice, and so did blood rush to your clothed clit when his other hand began to graze it.

Hearing praises from the same voice that cursed your entirety, reducing you to a mere task-holder; of birthing the progeny of Edward Gluskin, it sounded like sweet lies. His tone, however, and how absentmindedly he’d pour his heart, on which your name he engraved, to you while his eyes— oh, those eyes roamed about every inch of your skin made you believe and follow anything he said.

“Why can’t you just give me what I want, hm? Fulfil your purpose, Mrs. Gluskin, nurture our own young ones.” “We’d be the best parents, but no,” He groaned, pulling away from you. The cold air replaced the warmth he brought you and you immediately wished he closed the distance again.

“You choose to be a little bitch and refuse me.” “And what good is a woman who refuses a man?” He sneaked his hand behind him and pulled out a tainted knife. You would rather die than be another soul chained to this knife like the rest of the women who had been in your place before you.

You closed your eyes and prayed your last prayers. The only thought that was etched in your brain was the memory of Eddie carrying you to his room and placing your insensate body when he first found you.

That night you felt him cuddle you, closing any human space between the two of you. You felt something poking your behind and struggled in his arms, to which he had said, “Don’t worry, I’ll wait until marriage.” Being surrounded in his strong arms that terrifying night, strangely, was the only haven you had found in this godforsaken place, and when he was besides you, you were the safest. For what could be worse than him, himself?

Utter confusion replaced the scrunched look on your face when the blade made cuts, not on your throat but the hem of your panties. “I’m sorry darling, I can’t wait.”

“You don’t think I deserve a reward for seeking you so quickly?” He smirked, and you knew developed a bond with the devil himself.

“Fuck!” You moaned as he ravenously feasted on your pussy. Now you knew why you were split open like that; bondages wound around your limbs so tightly, they forbade you from even struggling in their clutches. “Don’t stop, please.” You beseeched earning a hearty chuckle from Eddie who was rubbing his face in your slick. You shivered uncontrollably when he spoke against your slit, “‘Knew you’d come around, darling.” His deep chuckle vibrated inside you when he penetrated your hole with his tongue.

Every time you’d get close to cuming, Eddie would pull away. “Please…” you begged, you ached. “Mhm, no, darlin’.” He’d shush you like every other time. “I told you, you’re going to be begging for my seed. ‘Won’t force it inside my puddin’. ‘Need you to take it, let me know how much you need it, I know you need it, sweetheart. You need me.”

He was right. You needed him; to survive, to breathe, to cum.

“Eddie, I can’t—”

“But you will.”

His head shook fervently from side to side while his tongue sucked your clit like a vice. He sucked your pussy, relishing in the fresh squeeze of juices in his mouth, french-kissing your puffy lips with every glide on his long tongue.

You were a mere plaything: A pretty toy for a rotten child. He’d toss you around, bend you backwards for his pleasure and smile while you writhe in pain.

That spoiled brat grew up to be Edward Gluskin, your to-be-husband, but if you asked Edward, he’d say you become his the moment he saw you.

And now, he’s got you stretched like a dolly, doing whatever arousing abuse he wants to; he shoves those thick digits into your poor pussy, scissoring you open. Perhaps, one might argue that the gesture is caring, ‘cause he’s only prepping you up for him; the fat cock in question twitches at the sound of your pornographic moans. Mind resistive, body responsive.

With a final slurp of your weeping pussy, he let his heavy digits smack your pussy sloppily, nonetheless making you scream.

“Let’s do this, darlin’.” His voice was old velvet: silkened still, yet raspy with holes that growled through him with age.

You implored, scared to find it work when he halted, as if rolling his eyes at you and waiting for you to spit out whatever cries were left: “Eddie, don’t—”, “Not like this…” you hoped the last sentence would leave an impact, but to no avail, “You don’t get to have a say, sweetheart. I’ve waited day and night to fuck your pretty little pussy, and as it turns out, you’ve been planning your escape day and night.”

He laughed, in all evil.

“Naughty girl.”

“Promise me you’ll never pull that lil’ stunt again,” he spoke, loosening your restraints. You breathed a string of relieving sighs, nodding fervently. “Thank…” You pant, “Thank you, my love.” You hoped he still regarded meaningless affirmations said halfheartedly. “For what?” He asked, tone amused and voice endearing, as if all that was required of you was to ask and Eddie Gluskin would deliver the world at your feet; from a bouquet of thorny roses to the severed heads of your ill-wishers.

“Wha-what do you mean?” you asked, perplexed, suppressing a shiver as his arid, stone-cold hands laid on your waist. “I knew you’d come around, darling. ‘Fraid i still have to put you in your place.”

“No…” You panicked, in a frantic frenzy. “Eddie, please, love. Not like this, please, darling.”

“Please.”

On dead and deaf ears fell your cries again, for Eddie wouldn’t budge. He flipped you over, your bare breasts were flush against the cold metal chair, causing you to wince in utter agony. Your legs were spread again, and once again your limbs were restrained. Only this time, you couldn’t even bring yourself to scream and kick.

Well, for one, the position was x10 more uncomfortable, sending tremors of ache to course through your fragile body. On the other hand, the sound of metal unbuckling and unzipping froze you in place.

You gasped, like fragile porcelain breaking in the wind. “Mhm,” Eddie groaned, smearing the splatter of his precum against your cunt.

“Oh, Eddie…” as much as you hated yourself for it, you couldn’t help it.

Your body ached, and none but the sheer anticipation of pleasure made you succumb to carnality. You’ve never been cherished, yearned, longed for like this before, and Edward Gluskin’s newfound purpose is to remind you whose wife you are; whose children you are to carry.

“Darling, I’m a saint for the patience I had to fucking carry around,” he confessed in a breathy chuckle. Leaning in, pressing into you with his broad frame, he caged in on your ear to growl, “Do you have any idea how fucking insatiable you are?”

You clenched at his words and the tip of his cock felt you do it.

That was it.

“No more teasing.” You whined and he growled at the same time, shoving the entirety of his length into you.

The silence of the dead in Mount Massive Asylum was replaced by the wanton pornography partaking inside.

“Isn’t this nice?” He growled, not even giving you the time to blink.

The fervency of his thrusts had you gripping the cold, hard metal restraints of bondage.

“Ed… s-slow down—…”

“Nah, you don’t deserve to be made love to.”

“You just need to get fucked good by your man.”

You were already so close to your orgasm, and the man behind you knew it. He laughed, the booming sound echoing in the empty halls. “Pathetic, Mrs. Gluskin.”

“You are pathetic,” he responded to your whines when he pulled out completely, mesmerised by the sight of your throbbing pussy clenching around the stale air of the cold room.

“Eddie, please.” The desperation in your voice was enough to shatter the stone cold hearts of even the most stoic saints, but Gluskin was neither stone cold nor a saint. He was a fiery sinner inside the tightness of your velvet walls, marking your insides as his cock’s territory.

“‘So pretty when ‘ya beg.”

“Tell me what you want, my sweet. I’ll give it all to you if you ask nicely.” He groaned in your ear, you felt his excited tip pulsate into your pussy.

“Fuck me, my love.”

Your whispered confession was enough for him to start pummelling your cunt once again. “I love it when you behave, darlin’.” He let out a chuckle in that raspy voice.

You had to undergo severe pounding for the next 15 minutes— Eddie was hellbent on making this punishment of sorts last as long as possible.

At once your skin was set on fire when you felt the scorching touch of his calloused palm snaking towards your heat.

“Tell me you love me,”

You moaned, his sheer need, for you, made you clench around him.

“Tell me you love me.”

Two of his digits reached for your clit and began flicking fervently. What seemed once impossible was made reality by your husband, for he heightened your sensitivity and pleasure to such a bittersweet extent; the prolonged, well-deserved orgasm was forced into you with the frantic movements inflicted on your swollen bud.

“Tell me you love me!”

“I LOVE YOU!” You moaned wantonly, and the confession didn’t go in vain. Within seconds, you came undone for your husband, who groaned breathless praises into your air, but you were too far gone to acknowledge them. “I love you, Eddie.” “I love you, I love you, I love, love you.” You pant, while Eddie’s assault on your cunt persists.

“Just a moment more, honey. I know you can take it.” He kissed your spine, letting his sloppy thrusts get the best of him, and before you knew it, hot spurts of white shot inside you, and you swore you saw heavens for a hot minute.

Eddie was in no rush to pull out.

He stood buried inside you for a while, letting the rhythmic contractions of your cunt linger.

Once satiated to his satisfaction, he pulled out of you, rid you of your bondages and carried you out, limp and fragile in his arms.

“You did so well, my love.” You heard him coo while he laid you in bed, taking the spot beside you. “I love you, Mrs. Gluskin.”

You don’t remember saying it back, but he heard it, and he’ll cling onto it for the rest of your life.

“I love you, too, Mr. Gluskin.”

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[mrs-angelina-abbacchio]

Using their stand to stop you from running away.

Contains: Bruno, Leone, Fugo, Giorno

TW yandere behavior, abuse (both physical and mental), gaslighting, kidnapping, non-con/dub-con, please contact me if you think I missed something!

Bruno

Why does no one talk about how you literally can't escape Bruno? Because even if you manage to break out of the bedroom he was locking you in, all he needs to do is use his stand to zip off your arms and legs and then watch with a smile how you try to crawl away on these four stumps. But don't you worry, that was such a warm and kind smile, not the cruel one, as your boyfriend is still a gentleman! He would carefully pick you up and bring you back to the room with a soft coo. And even if you would keep crying and cursing him for being such a monster, Bruno wouldn't get mad. You're just confused and overwhelmed, after all. It's okay, he can understand that you need some time to adjust to your new life..

..But he will definitely try to speed up this process with some uninvited kisses and strokes, actually believing he helps you get used to it. Oh! And the way you try to push him away with the remains of your arms is actually pretty cute BUT he will not give your limbs back if you keep being such a brat.

Also, this strange satisfaction of seeing you so vulnerable rises up in Bucciarati more and more with each new attempt to escape. It's all upon you if you will get your body in normal state anytime soon or will be all at his disposal like this and in need to be taken care of forever.

Leone

Leone is a more reticent person. He probably wouldn't tell you about his stand's ability just to have a trick up his sleeve. So when he starts to notice that your behavior suddenly changed - maybe you become too obedient after throwing tantrums almost every day or stop threatening him to run away and call the police - he would immediately understand you find a way to actually escape him.

He can be pretty sadistic and has already punished you many times but now it's time to actually teach you a lesson and fuck not with your body but with your brain. All he needs to do is just use his stand to imitate his appearance to make sure you understand that you're ALWAYS watched. Would love to see the terror on your face when you got scared by seeing him in the living room - didn't he just walk away to the kitchen?! How can he be so fast? Is he actually just teleporting everywhere you go?

The satisfied smirk on his face just makes it all worse. What's wrong, did Leona actually break your spirit that fast? Well, although it was sometimes quite amusing to see your attempts to fight back, it can be tiring and annoying. Leona's more a fan of you being quiet and obedient, too scared to say something when he pressed you against the wall again with his hands already under your shirt.

Fugo

ohh the emotional swings from Fugo. He actually wants to be soft with you and pamper you like a porcelain doll, yet your whines about wanting to go home and these stupid attempts to run away are driving him insane. It's a miracle he still didn't kill you, you know? Both with his stand and his bare hands.

He's kissing bruises on your body with the most gentle apologizing whisper in one second, then making new ones the next. Most of the time it's just him himself, but sometimes, especially when he coughs you in the middle of another try to escape, wouldn't mind using his stand. More exactly would be too overwhelmed with rage to notice he used Purple Haze, but would quickly calm himself down TO NOT actually release some deadly virus.

So, as Fugo can't physically use his stand to stop you, he would just threaten you with it. He's smart enough to find good words to make guilt stuck in the back of your mind. YOU'RE the ungrateful brat here, throwing away all the hard work he did just for you. He's literally trying his best to be the ideal boyfriend, but instead of supporting him you just keep pushing him away, driving him insane! Sorry but he's loving you too much, so maybe he should actually use his ability and let you both die in embrace of each other and have a fresh state in another life?

And despite it all sounds ridiculous, the mad expression on his face makes you think that even if this man's bluffing there's still too much compulsivity in him that can make these threats become true.

Giorno

Giorno is a straight up gaslighter tbh.

If he noticed you from behind then wouldn't even bother to notify you that you're caught in the act. All he will do is turn a doorknob into something you are afraid of - snakes, for example. Or maybe the window frame will suddenly become vines that will wrap around your wrist the second you climb up on the windowsill. And even if you would be brave enough to point it out he would just act like he didn't do anything.

If he walks in and faces you in the middle of breaking the lock, he's still pretty chill. Giorno doesn't care that you have a screwdriver in your hand, he will just softly talk with you and ask what are you doing here while slowly dragging you away from the door. There's a cake he bought to enjoy together after dinner and some free time from his work that he wants to spend with you on his laps.

Yet if you proceed to fight back then this is the time when he would use his stand to punch you. Not too strong, just enough to use his ability to literally 'push' your mind away from the body. And while you're standing here, full of sudden energy and power, you're still unable to do anything, only able to watch as Giorno carefully carries your body back to the bedroom while talking about having some nice cuddle session with you.

And by the time you will come to your senses, you will be already trapped in his grasp, feeling smooth kisses down your neck.

[mrs-angelina-abbacchio]

Yandere bruno makes me sick sometimes

Like reading about him from other peoples perspectives scares me— they’re not wrong though.

I could see him as a family man giving you a one way ticket to pregnancy. I could also see him as a little stunted in the romance department. But don’t get me wrong— hopeless romantic all the way. Especially if he’s obsessed with you.

Sitting at the far side of Libbeccio’s, there’s a stifling quiet that seems to encase the both of you.

“I’m sorry bucciarrati but I can’t return those feelings—“

“Forget it.” A stiff smile is etched into Bruno’s face. You definitely can’t forget what just happened or how he’s clutching the fabric of his pants in a white-knuckled grip. The intensity of his glare glues me in place, my body going rigid as he stands from his seat and slowly pushes his chair in.

“I wish you could see things my way.” Confused I ask him what he means by that but I’m silenced when he quickens his pace and gets down on one knee.

‘There’s no damn way he’s gonna—‘ it’s too late as he’s already saying the words loud and proud.

“Marry me.” My eyes go wide and suddenly I’m acutely aware of all the eyes on us. He didn’t have a ring or anything at all in his hand, but they still believed him. I now see what he’s doing. Whether I say yes or no doesn’t matter. Everyone is going to assume that we’re together. He truly is a cunning man.

I shake in my seat, eyes all on me. They all expect me to say yes and no one sees it, but Bruno has already won.

Authors note: this is so dumb

[mrs-angelina-abbacchio]

Can we get a yandere Bruno x reader x yandere Abbacchio scenario please?

Does anyone else pin yandere Bruno as the disciplinary type? I know I sure do.

    The smell of pizza wafted to your nostrils as a plate with a slice was sat in front of you. Normally you’d jump at the prospect of free food, but in your sitation you were hesitant. Sitting between two men who were well overly attached to you, made things difficult for you.

  The way they treated you was that of an typical significant other, except perhaps a bit more passionately. Though no one from the outside could tell you weren’t able to opt out of this “relationship” voluntarily. The sudden feeling of a couple fingers caressing your chin made you shiver back to reality. Bruno was staring at you with some concern, he hadn’t even touched his slice of pizza yet.

  “At least try to eat” He murmured “Good food shouldn’t be wasted”

You sat there still frozen from his gaze, and casted your eyes downward towards your plate. You knew he wouldn’t move until he physically saw you pick up the slice and take a bite of it.

 So, with some hesitation you picked up your slice and slowly brought it to your lips. You eventually took a decent chunk off of it, and he eased away from you satisfied.

 “Don’t make it harder than it needs to be and finish it….” You heard the white haired male known as Abbacchio comment from your left.

Sighing you went along with it, and eventually finished your plate without so much as a peep from your mouth. Sure, your actions were akin to what a child would do but it was the most you could at least try to resist these two with.

 When you all did eventually stand you felt your hand promptly held by Abbacchio’s. It would always alternate between him and Bruno quite often, a mutual agreement between them. Something that freaked you out slightly at them determinedly keeping you by their side.

  Going “home” was an experience in of itself, Bruno always led the way back occasionally looking to his sides for good measure. Abbacchio always insisted in walking behind you. The moment they’d take you through the door, you always aimed for attempting to lock yourself in the master bedroom.

  “You’re so stubborn…” Abbacchio was the first to speak up once inside

  ““It’s for a good reason, at least I think it is” you huffed indignantly trying to head to the bedroom.

An annoyed tsk left the taller male’s purple lips and he closed the distance between the both of you. He merely eyeballed Bruno slightly before grabbing you to sit down. You knew there’d be wine around soon with that expression he gave.

  Due to his strength you were purposely sat on his lap and quickly surrounded by his arms. His chin would rest on the left side of your shoulder, with his hair casually cascading overtop yours.

 ““You could just let me go you know…” You say “It would stop all of this…”

“You could learn learn to adjust” he murmured with a low growl “You’re one of the few people that have any meaning to me”

  ““Maybe you and Bruno put way too much meaning into all of this” You snipped back.

 You gasped as Abbacchio squeezed you tightly to his body, the warmth through his exposed chest radiated into your clothing. He seemed to freeze at those words, you had hit a sensitive spot most definitely.

““No, this is how it’s meant to be…” he grumbled coldly shifting his weight.

His face proceeded to move up to the side of your cheek. “I’ll show you how much I love you, and I don’t give a damn if it takes a long time”

 Your heart began skipping a few beats in dread once Bruno returned with a bottle of wine and a few glasses.

   “Are they giving you trouble again?” The ravenette simply asked walking in front of the two of you. Everything he had was set aside quickly while he looked to you.

“I certainly don’t mind using Sticky Fingers, if that’s what gets you to relax y/n”

You gulped hesitantly at that dark gleam in his eyes, you knew he meant every word. The last time this happened, the both of them punished you. Abbacchio held you still while Bruno somehow separated your limbs from your body.

 “That’s it lean back on me” Abbacchio hummed softly noticing you were less tense than before. Your “other partner” joined in sitting next to the former cop softl inching you in between the both of them.

   “Honestly, it’s up to Abbacchio if he wants me to do it” The ravenette added on staring you down. “After all you mouthed off to him”

 You practically break out in a cold sweat.

  “So, Abbacchio what do you want to happen?”

[mrs-angelina-abbacchio]

A PUSSY PLAY — NNN (MINORS DNI)

escort squad / bucciarati's gang.

CONTENTS ; explicit content, degradation / praise, semi-public, cumming untouched, oral (f. & m. receiving), 1 clit slap, pet names, (attempted) teasing. NOT PROOFREAD!

the quickest to fold of the group is LEONE, mainly for his dismissal of the challenge — why would he participate in such childish nonsense? others being celibate for a month isn't a reason for him to keep his hands off of you, nor is it one for you to be kept off your knees. he's a dirty man, but you've always known this – wanting to test the limits and boundaries with you, he's gotten you with your pretty mouth wrapped around his cock while mista's trying to convince them to go without nutting for an entire month. you never know how he keeps himself so composed, knowing that when he's on the giving end, he's a ruined mess of lipstick and disheveled hair (both from you, but still). there's an ever present lust in his purple and yellow heterochromic eyes, the partial mix swirling together, hypnotizing you to keep your gaze on him even when's he looking at his colleagues — if it weren't for all the bickering, you're positive the sounds of your gags would be filling the room instead. for once your glad leone is all covered up, long skirt covering you almost fully, strong thighs sitting heavy on your shoulders, but they're all you have to keep steady. ordered to stop as they all make their way from the room, it doesn't take long for the tablecloth to be flipped upward, abbacchio's hand finding it's way in your hair as your pressed snugly against his pelvis. your make-up is running, mascara drops blending in with the deep violet fabric, how much he'd give to see you with that look all the time. salty taste fills your mouth not far after, a deep groan exhaling as if it's been held — leone's just not sure you could survive without having cum dumped into your mouth for an entire month.

another who is unwilling to keep himself seperated from you for an entire month, GIORNO is too obsessed with you to participate in some silly month — he's the don of passione, a grown man, why would he still be entertaining his friends by saying he'll join in with them? though, more than his own, giorno chases after your pleasure everytime you two have a silent, alone moment. slotting himself beneath you, your legs rest against shoulders, acting as the only thing to keep you up, the sounds he makes against your pussy are pornographic. he slurps everything you leak like a starving man, tongue exploring every crevice between your thighs though he's come to know it all — he's not ashamed to admit that every squeeze and pull of his hair has his cock twitching, precum showing through his boxers, pants having been long discarded. there's not a sight nor experience giorno has had that's been able to beat this – to beat you. he's taken you nearly everywhere, but cloud nine will always be your favorite. the sight of him between your legs is almost enough for an orgasm without work, but being the one in-between is more than enough for his.

BRUNO agrees only in the moment to watch how your face drops, he can't help but want to give you a bit of torture — he can't always be nice to you, even if he doesn't plan to actually stick to the his word. it's a double-edged sword trying to play along, having still agreed to continue pleasuring you, you can feel his frustration — bruno's fingers dig deeper into your thighs, his short nails still biting hard into your flesh, it takes everything in him to not move his hips along to match the rhythm of yours against his face. guttural groans leave him with flick of his tongue, slowly transforming more and more into desperate whimpers as he tries to distract by burying his face deeper into your cunt – not a part of you is safe from him, each curve and edge getting groped while his cock is strained against his pants. bruno feels like such an idiot for agreeing to this, subjecting himself to torture instead of you, he's not sure how much he can withstand. it's not until you've reached your climax, legs trapping him between with your hand pushing his head further in by his ruined hair that bruno's realized he lost — there's a bit of embarrassment feeling how he's soiled his pants completely, white spurts having stained through underwear. not even a single touch and you've got him undone, your pleasure is his, after all.

finding himself in a weak moment, PANNACOTTA only loses because of his weakness to your temptation. gods, does it anger him for no reason, maybe he just wanted to prove he was better than everyone else — but you've just got to be his downfall, don't you? fugo knows he should always be on his toes with you running around, proving to have been a challenge already so early in the month. he can't even call what he had a ‘start’ to mista's proposition. fugo feels so dirty like this with you, but he can't help how good you look tonight, how touchy you were – eyes practically begging him. you're such a fucking tease, you know that? a pathetic, needy mess for him when he's not even done anything. you're sat on his lap in the corner of some almost empty, dimly lit room, grinding yourself against him like your life depends on it. not a single praise of how good it feels to have you almost bare against him is given, only the worst of insults for being a two-faced whore — acting like you're so innocent when you've got your hand palming over his crotch, newly done nails toying with his waistband. he really should just have left to another table, he should be with giorno like he's supposed to be, but you've got him wrapped around your finger and you know it all too well. no matter the game he talks, nor vile filth that's communicated in a whispered yell, you're the foremost thought in his mind — especially in times like this.

trying to stick to his word this time around, GUIDO is surprisingly serious and snappy when he tells you to keep your touching to a minimum (not that you listen, your hands just love holding every part of him). mista swears that the only reason he's lost is cause your begging face is just too much for him — he doesn't wanna leave his sweet girl all needy and empty, what kind of boyfriend would he be if he didn't satisfy your desires and fill your cunt? guido wallows in carnal embarrassment later, but in the moment? you'd think mista was trying to absolutely ruin you – just a little pleading with him, and you've got his fingers bruising their imprint on your hips, his own meeting your ass while you're crying underneath him. there's nothing he loves more than you, and his mind isn't clear enough for him to think about the challenge he set for himself - and everyone else. you've got such a pretty voice, singing out his name and matching every sound of his own, the two of you have let everyone know of the failure.

maybe taking what mista said a bit too seriously, NARANCIA doesn't let himself give in until he's realized that, technically, he's beaten everyone else. he wastes no time bragging about it, mainly to your ears — now that he's won, you two can have as much fun as you please. almost immediately, narancia's on you, hands gripping at your ass the second he's kicked the door shut, the lock forgotten as he topples over you on the bed. it doesn't take more than a minute for his blade to cut through your clothes, protests silenced by his tongue, fingers gliding along your slick cunt, a light slap given to your clit that earns him a gasp to swallow. he almost feels guilty for having agreed to leave you all high and dry just to seem ‘cool’, narancia's gotta make it up to you, doesn't he? it's almost lethal how good he's able to make you feel, knowing your insides and all the right places to grab and kiss outside, he never fails to reach that one lil spot that just drives you wild. prepared to wear those scratches of yours like a new tattoo, he won't continue unless you've gotten your hands clinging to his shoulders and your ankles crossed at his waist. tell him how good he's doing, won't you? he wants to hear just how amazing narancia ghirga is in bed.

[mrs-angelina-abbacchio]

Heeey^^, can you make headcanons with bucciarati x a chubby s/o plz???HAVE A GREAT DAY<3

chubby reader/s/o is such a weakness of mine 🙈 chubby women specifically are so attractive like can i play with your play-doh mommy?

anyways-

Bruno x Chubby!GN Reader SFW

First of all he won't let anyone tell you shit (not that anyone would tell Bruno anything but still) if you're out somewhere where Bruno isn't known

Grabs handfuls of you whenever he can, it doesn't matter where you two are at he's grabbing

Will lift you up over this shoulder, you cannot tell this man s h i t "I'm too heavy" is that a challenge? It sounds like one to Bruno

Buys you lingerie to match his, get you like 6 additional colors too

Constantly grabs and hugs you, nuzzling his nose in the nape of your neck and squeezing anything he can

Pinches and pokes your cheeks all the time with the biggest smile on his face

Please let him use you as a pillow he absolutely loves it

Like the man has never been happier than when he's using your thighs as a pillow (he might bite them though)

He looooves when you wear crop tops, that little bit of stomach showing drives him crazy he won't be able to keep his hands off of you

Thigh high socks? Put.Them.On.

Your body is a temple and he worships it, he gets you the best body jewelry money can buy, the kind that sparkles and shines under the moonlight

He likes to sleep on you at night, holds you like his life depends on it and buries his face in your chest

Bruno looks a you like a cherished gemstone he dug up himself, he's so in love with you and proud to have you

[mrs-angelina-abbacchio]

IT'S ME. I'm kinda bored so I started making fake scenarios and one hit me diffrent.

Imagine it's prom night. And your date didn't show up whatever reason, but didn't tell you.

And there you are, all crying and sitting alone in a corner, crying on your prom night. And than they aprroach you (to help or comfort you).

So I just want to know how, in your opinion, every La Squadra and Bucci Gang member would react.

I am soooo sorry this took a while 😭 I wanted to have different semi-unique answers for everyone

BUT HERE YOU ARE

thank you for requesting 🥺💕 it was really fun to write and I hope you like it

this is a bit long so I'll put it under the cut~

La Squadra

Risotto would probably stare at you for a little while before approaching you as if you were a stray cat he was trying to feed. Very carefully. He would ask if you're okay, once you explain what happened, he'd tell you to forget about your trash date and give you a little something something he made using Metallica to cheer you up.

Ghiaccio would only approach you because you're crying too close to him. He's trying to read and you're annoying him. After learning why you're upset he'd calm down a bit and end up sitting with you for a while. You both end up going on a few rants and before you know it it's already super late and you both have to leave.

Melone sees a pretty person crying and damn near malfunctions. A pretty person upset??? He won't have it. Nope. Immediately goes up to you and starts flirting. "Hellooo beautiful~ oh your date didn't show up? I'll be your dateee~" He will go to the prom with you if you agree to it.

Pesci is the most concerned for you out of the rest of the squad. Will approach you in a panic asking if you're okay and if you're hurt. Once he knows you're physically fine he'll calm down, but he feels horrible that you got stood up. He'll either sit and comfort you until you're feeling better or he'll offer to walk around town with you and maybe get something to eat.

Prosciutto debates for a pregnancy on approaching you or not, but eventually his emotions get the best of him and he walks up to you and offers a clean handkerchief of his. He won't ask you what happened, why you're crying, or anything but he will stick around long enough to make sure you stay safe during your crying session. If you're not near your home he'll offer to call you a cab.

Illuso, like Melone, will approach you because "pretty people shouldn't cry". He right away sits next to you and starts talking to you as if you aren't balling your eyes out. He'll ask you why you're crying but he won't offer to go to prom with you. He WILL offer to take you back to his place though-

Formaggio kinda watches you from afar for a little while with his cat just to see if you stop crying on your own, but when an hour passes he decides to go up to you and ask why you're crying. "I've been watching you cry for an hour now what's up?" like damn Maggi that's creepy but okay. He'll ask if you wanna play with his cat (unless you're allergic) and just kinda sticks around until you feel better to go home.

Sorbet and Gelato are probably the only ones that right away understand what's going on. Beautiful clothes, expensive accessories, the time of year, you on the floor crying, ah yes, you got played. With absolutely no hesitation they walk over to you and ask if they can escort you to your prom. Not one date, but TWO dates to the prom? Needless to say, your original date was jealous.

Bucci Gang

Bruno Bucciarati, a man of grace and class, and notorious for recruiting sad, abandoned people. He will not go to prom with you, however, he does adopt you for the night, taking you wherever you like, making sure you're fed and feeling better by the end of the night.

Leone Abbacchio hesitates on approaching your crying form and almost doesn't until he feels a pang of guilt in his heart, thinking back to when he himself was all sad and alone in an allyway. He crouches down in front of you and just talks to you until you're no longer crying and you forget about your horrible date.

Pannacotta Fugo is another one that very much hesitates on approaching you but ultimately does so. Although he will literally just go and sit next to you for about 10 minutes until he finally speaks up, awkwardly asking if you're okay, but then becoming enraged upon learning why you're upset. Now you're both just upset together.

Narancia Ghirga, bless his soul, approaches you without any ounce of hesitation. Immediately asks you what's wrong and offers to help you feel better. Will take you to his favorite bakery to get some snacks to help cheer you up. Hangs out with you for the rest of the night.

Guido Mista, menace to society (affectionate), is part of the "pretty people shouldn't cry" gang. Approaches you with the intent of trying to make you laugh, it kindaaaa works. He just ends up asking for the reason as to why you're crying and when he finds out it's because your prom date stood you up he'll very enthusiastically ask if he can be your date.

Giorno Giovanna, without missing a beat, makes you a bouquet of flowers to cheer you up. He doesn't ask why you're upset, or why you're crying, but he'll sit next to you and just talk to you until you're no longer upset. He'll offer to take you to get some gelati before parting ways.

Trish Una will just walk up to you and ask if you wanna go see a movie with her. All casual. As if you're not on the floor crying. Doesn't ask you a thing throughout the night like if she just picked up a friend to hang out with. When you bid farewell when the night is over all she'll say to you is "You deserve better." and leave.

[mrs-angelina-abbacchio]

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[mrs-angelina-abbacchio]

⤳ Bruno Bucciarati | Yandere Profile

[ i got several requests for yandere bruno content, so i figured i'd round it all up into a general yandere profile! inspired by both @ddarker-dreams and @cinnamonest - i also used cinnamonest's yandere profile template ]

What are they generally like? Lucid, aware? Obsessive? How do they behave?

Bruno is absolutely a lucid yandere - he's spent his whole life manipulating people in order to benefit himself. It's how he got his men to join Passione, and it's how he draws in his darling. Bruno is okay with manipulation, especially when he thinks that it's for the other person's own good. He may appear caring on the surface, but he's one of the more dangerous yandere types to encounter. Bruno is not obsessive at the beginning, but he quickly becomes so when his darling is involved. He needs to make sure they're properly taken care of, and he's the only one that can do that. Bruno is aware of who he is, and he knows that he's the one that controls his darling's life - the least he could do is make it good. He does love them, after all.

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How likely are they to kidnap their darling? How quickly will they do so?

Very likely. There's no one to stop Bruno from his base impulses - his men respect him and turn a blind eye to any unsavory behavior they may see. If Bruno is doing something, it must be for a good reason. Although he is likely to kidnap his darling at some point, the time he'll do it varies. If he senses that they've grown hesitant about him, he'll kidnap them right away. He figures there will be time to make them love him later. But if it's possible, Bruno will take the time to nurture his relationship with his darling before he kidnaps them. It makes it easier for Bruno if his darling already loves him.

How difficult is it to escape from them? How do they keep you restrained? How do they deal with attempted escape?

Nearly impossible, especially with Abbacchio around. Bruno's men will help their Capo, no questions asked - and if that includes tracking down the person Bruno has been hiding away, who are they to ask why they ran away in the first place? Bruno won't keep his darling restrained if he doesn't have to, but he won't hesitate to use Sticky Fingers to immobilize you while he's gone. It's disorienting and painful, and he knows it's effective. Attempted escapes result in harsh punishment, such as extended sessions with his darling's limbs unzipped. If he's furious, Bruno will zip his darling's mouth closed too so they're completely helpless.

How easy are they to trick, deceive, or manipulate?

Not very - Bruno is street smart and knows every trick in the book. There's nothing you could say or do that could ever fool him, so it's not worth even trying. Even if he's at a more trusting stage of the relationship with his darling, he will always be skeptical of their intentions. Trying to manipulate him will resolve in punishment, and it's very easy for Bruno to see right through his darling if they're trying to manipulate him. He's the king of manipulation.

How lenient are they? What privileges can you have, and what will you be denied?

Bruno, despite it all, wants his darling to love him. He wants to be able to treat them like a proper lover - so if you're good, Bruno is very lenient. He'll get his darling just about anything they ask for, which include simple things like their favorite food and more lavish things like expensive clothing or jewelry. Good behavior is always rewarded. If his darling misbehaves, though... They'll be relegated to a room Bruno only has access to via Sticky Fingers. There are only basic amenities, and Bruno will not let his darling out until they've given him a proper apology.

What kind of rules do they have? What kind of punishment would they use?

Bruno's rules are fairly simple: Don't try to escape. Listen to what he says. Do what he tells you to. Don't snoop in his office. Do not hit or attack him. Because they're so easy to follow in Bruno's mind, his punishments are harsh. It's so simple, why can't his darling just listen to him? Most of his punishments involve isolation or the use of his Stand, and sometimes both at once. Being in a pitch-black, hidden room without your legs, arms, or use of your mouth is the ultimate punishment, which he only reserves for serious offenses. (AKA, trying to kill him or one of his men.)

How do they deal with rivals or perceived rivals? Will they get rid of them? Will they kill them themselves, or find another way?

It depends. If Bruno doesn't see them as a threat, he'll leave well enough alone. People know not to mess with him, and they especially know not to mess with what's his. It's an unspoken rule in Passione. If he does see them as a threat, though, he has no problem disposing of them. If they're a non-Stand user, it's simple. Bruno's Stand makes killing and getting rid of the body incredibly easy. If they're a Stand user, he'll gather intel first - he's even willing to send someone like Mista or Narancia if their Stand fits the fight better. Again, they won't question him, especially if he tells them it's just a simple assassination mission.

How easy is it to make them mad? What does their anger look like?

Unless you break one of Bruno's rules, not really. He has a level-headed personality, and he's used to people showing him their absolute worst. Begging, crying, whining, screaming... It doesn't move him, and it doesn't make him angry. Insults do nothing either. The only thing that gets him angry is breaking his rules.

Do they see you as above them, beneath them, or equal to them?

Bruno sees his darling as both equal to him and beneath him. Beneath him in that they can't take care of themselves and need someone else to do it for them. Equal to him in that he truly does respect and listen to his darling when they speak... They just won't always get what they want.

How determined are they for you to love them? How hard will they try to make it happen? Or are they content just having you?

The ideal for Bruno is having his darling love him. He tries his best to keep the relationship 'normal' until he's sure that his darling loves him. He tries very hard to woo his darling. For Bruno, it's easy - he's handsome, charming, and extremely charismatic. When you see how much other people trust and respect him, it's hard not to do so yourself. It's easy to fall in love with someone like Bruno. If worse comes to worst, Bruno will be content with just having his darling. He has all the time in the world to make them fall in love with him.

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General perverseness: how sexual of a person are they? What’s their drive like? How touchy do they get? Do they have any reservations about sexuality?

Bruno's sex drive is average, but his libido is prone to ramping up around his darling. Without a darling, he may have casual sex every few months and masturbate a few times a week, but it's never really at the forefront of his mind. The second he meets his darling, though, makes Bruno think about sex much more often. He can easily jack off once a day or more after setting his sights on his darling. Bruno isn't very touchy unless his darling is receptive to it - as much as he'd like to encroach on his darling's space, it's one of the few things he's respectful of. Bruno has no reservations about his or his partner's sexuality - he's open-minded and pretty kinky himself.

How forceful are they? Do they care about your willingness?

Again, this is one of the very few things Bruno respects his darling's boundaries on. He very much cares about his darling's willingness in this regard - outside of sex, he'll stomp all over his darling's boundaries. He's patient and willing to wait for his darling to be ready. In some cases, a more unhinged Bruno that's been pushed to the brink will be forceful. It's very rare that it'll get to that point, but it can happen. In that case, it's easy for him to do whatever he wants once Sticky Fingers zips his darling's limbs off.

What sort of kinks or fetishes do they have, or would they fill?

Free use (he dreams of his darling always being ready - coming home and bending them over to slide his cock in their already-prepared hole is one of his most frequent fantasies), public sex, exhibitionism, creampies, face fucking, fear play, bondage, suspension... Bruno is willing to try almost anything once.

What kind of (nsfw) punishments would they use?

Bruno isn't likely to punish his darling sexually unless he's reached his breaking point as mentioned above. If that happens, he's likely to do a few things: deepthroating until his darling is about to pass out, spanking, flogging, or using them as a human fleshlight until he's had his fill.

What body parts of their darling do they like the most?

Bruno really likes his darling's chest - small, big, flat... Whatever it looks like, he's into it. He could grope his darling's chest and suck on their nipples for hours. Bruno is also a fan of thighs and thigh jobs.