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abbacchiosbelt · 1 year

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Might be a lil ooc but W2 for Abbacchio for the yandere prompts? -🐜

Abbacchio is always watching you. From the moment he'd laid eyes on you - pleading for Bruno to do something about the members of Passione that were overcharging your loyal family - Abbacchio knew that you'd been sent here just to be his. He was aware that his line of thought was delusional, but he didn't care. This was his chance for redemption - he had the chance to protect someone. Abbacchio knew nothing of you, yet he was unable to get you out of his head.

He'd done something rare by asking Bruno if he could take care of this one personally. Bruno, eager to just get it dealt with, had agreed without a second thought. He wasn't uncaring, Abbacchio knew this, but his capo had far more pressing matters to deal with. This issue was small, and barely even a blip on his radar. For Abbacchio, though, it was the perfect mission to undertake.

Bruno had merely nodded at Abbacchio's idea to solve your issue, hiding a smile behind his hand. Oh, he definitely knew Abbacchio had ulterior motives here, but perhaps it'd be good for him. His idea was blatantly a move to spend time with you, and it was obvious to everyone but yourself. Abbacchio's idea went as such: in exchange for locating and taking care of the gangsters intimidating your family, you'd stick by his side. He'd keep you out of danger, and you would take care of the smaller things the mission needed taken care of. In doing so, you'd pay off a small amount of the extra debt your family was about to owe Passione.

You were grateful for any help, worried that the intimidation may soon turn to violence - blissfully unaware that you'd just signed a contract with Passione yourself.

That action had led you here, sitting in the back of Libeccio whilst you waited for Abbacchio to finish lunch. Weeks had passed and he'd stuck true to his word, the gangsters harassing your family swiftly dispatched. You were still with him on account of Abbacchio telling you that he needed to make sure you were safe - you never know who could be waiting in the shadows, after all.

You didn't dislike Abbacchio, not after what he had done for your family, but he was odd; Standoffish, curt, and seemingly annoyed with everything you did. Yet he was always looking at you, always begrudgingly making small talk with you... He even ordered meals for you, though he seemed set on ordering what he thought you'd like rather than actually asking you. Perhaps he simply tolerated your presence, days with you quiet instead of rowdy like when the gang he was a member of got together.

Example being now, with the man you'd been introduced to as Mista crowding your right side and the 'brat' (in Abbacchio's words) known as Giorno sitting politely to your left conversing with you about what magic trick impressed people the most. Their gang seemed... strangely interested in magic tricks. Each of them was apparently well-versed in the hobby, but Abbacchio had just waved it off as something non-destructive Bruno made them do to pass the time.

(Abbacchio, of course, knew they were showing off with their Stands to impress you. He was above such things.)

"Girls dig any trick with flowers," Mista said, putting his hand to his chin. "But I'd rather be universally adored." He nudges your side, grinning, and you roll your eyes. Giorno puts his hand over his mouth, hiding his smile. He was quiet, you learned, but in a different way than Abbacchio. Mista leans back in his chair and pats his stomach, sighing. "Anyway, it's about time to roll. Bruno's got me doing patrols again."

The exuberant man gets up, but he stops to squeeze your shoulder before he walks away. "Ciao, cutie. Let me get you lunch next time!"

Giorno glances at Abbacchio, who is currently glaring daggers at the scene. Beneath his hand, he smirks before he straightens out his expression into something neutral. "Yes, Mista will let you choose whatever you'd like. I have some suggestions too..."

Abbacchio grunts, and stands up so fast that his chair almost topples over. "Enough." He smacks Mista's arm from your shoulder and replaces it with his own, earning a whine from Mista. "Leave them alone. They're not here for you to play with."

"Play with? Interesting choice of words." Mista grins, and ducks out of the way to dodge Abbacchio's incoming smack. You're simply left to sit there as if you weren't being talked about. Before you can say anything, Abbacchio drags you up by your arm, his lips curled into a snarl.

"We're leaving. Your debt isn't going to pay itself off." Abbacchio starts towards the restaurant's back exit without hesitating, and you barely have time to wave goodbye to Giorno before you're pulled along. Once you're outside, Abbacchio continues dragging you with him.

You've had enough.

"Abbacchio," you protest, digging your heels into the ground. He stops and turns around to meet your gaze. The scowl on his face makes you pause.

"What?" Abbacchio's gaze narrows as you continue to remain silent.

"I just," You start, suddenly anxious. You were very aware of what Abbacchio had done to the gangsters harassing your family, and it wasn't pretty. Still, you weren't just something to be played with. "You shouldn't pull me around like that."

Abbacchio just stares at you. The uncomfortable atmosphere is palpable, and you shift nervously from side to side. Finally, he speaks. "You like it when Mista and that dumbass put their filthy hands on you?" Abbacchio encroaches upon your space until you're pressed into his chest. It didn't seem to matter that you were in public. The hand that was still on your arm tightens its grip, and you wince. "But it's not okay when I do it? Is that it?"

"W-what," you say, confused and scared by his sudden shift in attitude. "You're hurting me," You try to back up, but Abbacchio doesn't budge. You try a different tactic. "I just try to be polite... You've all done so much for my family. It's not just because it's them."

Abbacchio's scowl deepens. "All?" He laughs, suddenly, before he's pressing you against the nearest wall. "I helped you. I'm the one that protects you. And you thank everyone?"

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean it like that—" Abbacchio cuts you off by pressing his lips against yours, the kiss so aggressive that your head is knocked back against the wall. Abbacchio pulls away, his eyes trained on the spit that connects your mouth to his. It makes you shudder in discomfort.

"This is why I have to keep an eye on you," Abbacchio presses his thumb to your lip, swiping it through the spit. "You can barely take care of yourself. But you're lucky I'm here now." Abbacchio examines his thumb, pressing the digit into his mouth to clean your spit from it. Your face distorts in disgust, but Abbacchio doesn't react. Instead, he leans in so that his nose is pressed to yours, and sighs out your name. "I'm not letting you go any time soon."

Abbacchio remains pressed against you for a moment more, and then he pulls back, straightening his back so that he's at his full height. You couldn't get away even if you tried, but your eyes dart side to side for an escape nonetheless. Abbacchio chuckles again, and your stomach curdles. He grabs your arm, tight, and squeezes it until you look at him.

"Let me show you what adoration truly looks like."

request from this set of ask prompts!

#my writing #ask prompt #yandere cw #jjba.txt #leone abbacchio #yandere leone abbacchio x reader #yandere abbacchio x reader #yandere jojo's bizarre adventure x reader #vento aureo #violence cw #non consensual touching

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failedintsave · 2 months

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Waaaay behind on sharing my @februabba2024 updates, but for Day 24 - Alibi, I had to jump back over here and mark off my first Bad Things Happen bingo spot! @badthingshappenbingo

#februabba2024 #bad things happen bingo #jojos bizarre adventure #Prompt: kidnapping #bruabba #leone abbacchio #bruno bucciarati #jjba #me writing

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thenorwalkagent · 2 years

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Fightober but make it JoJo 2: Femme Fatale

He walked into my office, and his eyes said he had a list of regrets as long as his legs, but his lips said maybe I could gamble on one more.

#leone abbacchio #jjba #jjba part 5 #fightober #smoking #obviously this prompt had to be abbacchio #it's only natural #takes me back to my raymond chandler phase #mine

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lady-wallace · 1 year

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Life Lessons and Knife Wounds (JoJo’s Bizarre Adventure)

Another @febuwhump fic for today! Thanks again to @xxcntrs for helping me choose prompts! Hope you enjoy :)

This one is for the prompts: Day 20: “Knife Wound” | Day 11: “Fever” | and Alt prompt 6. “Limp”

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Giorno neglects a wound and fails to see how bad it's gotten until he's on a mission with Abbacchio and everything comes to a head.

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Giorno bit back a wince as he pulled his pants on, careful over the bandage wrapped around his thigh.

He'd gotten on the wrong end of an enemy's knife a few days before while their team was on a drug ring bust and it still hurt more than it probably should.

But Giorno didn't have time to worry about it right now—there were too many other things he had to think about. The only reason it still hurt so much anyway was because of the way his trousers rubbed against the bandage whenever he walked.

He chose to ignore the fact that it still burned even when he wasn't walking.

Giorno sighed, finished dressing, and headed down to the kitchen where everyone was already having breakfast. Fighting the limp took quite a bit of effort, especially since his whole body seemed to decide it wanted to ache that morning but he was fine. He would endure.

"Morning! Narancia called to him as he caught sight of Giorno, then frowned. "Did you even sleep?"

Giorno frowned back. "I slept fine." Like a rock, actually. He had been so tired the night before he'd almost slept through his alarm.

Bucciarati looked up from where he was making eggs at the stove, a vague look of concern in his eyes as he too caught sight of Giorno. "You do have some dark circles under your eyes. It might be wise to get a little more rest."

Giorno refrained from sighing as he sank down at the table, barely hiding the wince that crinkled his brow as a fold of his trousers dug into his injury, the pain sharp and burning.

He gratefully accepted the cup of coffee Fugo passed him. Despite his deep sleep the night before, he felt more exhausted than usual.

"What's on the agenda today?" Abbacchio asked, taking a drink of his own coffee.

Bucciarati plated eggs and came over to the table. "The business with Carlotti needs to be taken care of. If he won't pay up, he needs to be made aware of the consequences."

Giorno had nearly forgotten about the club owner who had failed to pay protection for the past two months, begging expense issues and that he 'would have the full amount next time—with interest!' Giorno and Bucciarati suspected he had probably gambled the money away and still wouldn't have any to pay when the next collection period came around.

"I'll go," Giorno said even before his brain could catch up to what he was saying.

"Are you sure?" Bucciarati asked. "Collections aren't really something you are required to do in your position."

"Besides, we could use you to sign papers today," Fugo added.

"It won't take all day," Giorno said, and, honestly, the thought of sitting in the office all day made the nagging headache that had been hiding behind his eyes since he woke up even worse. He was afraid that if he were to spend the whole day sitting at his desk he'd simply pass out from this annoying exhaustion again. "Besides," he added, turning to Bruno. "Carlotti needs a reminder that he won't get away with failing to pay me another month. If I show up there myself he might get the picture."

"Are you sure you're recovered from that last fight?" Bucciarati asked, and the sudden scrutiny directed at him nearly made Giorno squirm in his seat.

"I'm fine—only a little sore," Giorno said—not exactly lying. "If it comes to a fight, my Stand does all the heavy lifting anyway."

Bucciarati pressed his lips into a thin line but nodded. "Alright then. Abbacchio, I want you to go with him."

Giorno and the goth both glanced at each other over the table. Abbacchio rolled his eyes and sighed.

"Fine. I could have just done it myself, though."

"No, Giorno's right," Bucciarati said. "It doesn't hurt to be more involved in business on the ground. And it's better there's two of you if there's trouble."

Abbacchio grunted, but Giorno actually didn't really mind being paired with the taciturn older gangster that day. At least Abbacchio tended to ignore him if at all possible, and Giorno didn't want anyone noticing too much about him that day.

Maybe he was stubborn, but it wasn't like he hadn't hidden injuries before—most of his life, actually. He knew what they felt like rubbing painfully against his clothes, poorly tended to. He would survive this too.

Never mind that his headache started to get worse the minute they began to drive to their destination and on top of that he was also feeling light-headed. The morning sun didn't help, making him a little too warm. He could already feel a sheen of sweat sticking his suit to his skin and stray strands of hair to his face.

He cleared his throat before he spoke up quietly. "Could you turn the air conditioning on?"

Abbacchio glanced over at him, lip curled in what was sure to be a snide remark before he frowned instead. The look passed in another instant, however and he huffed, reaching for the dial. "You can do it yourself, you know," he grumbled.

Giorno closed his eyes briefly as the cool air hit his face. It felt, honestly, a little too cold, but he wasn't about to complain and risk annoying Abbacchio even more.

It was a bit of a drive to their destination and with the morning rush hour traffic, even worse.

By the time they got there, Giorno's head was splitting, making him woozy as he climbed out of the car. He had to grab the roof to stave off a sudden wave of vertigo. It was so distracting that he forgot to watch his limp as he went to head toward the club with Abbacchio.

"Are you limping?"

Giorno froze, schooled his expression and glanced up at the older man. "No."

Abbacchio narrowed his eyes and jabbed a finger at Giorno. "You better not have lied to Bucciarati earlier. I don't need an injured kid, Boss or not, getting himself in trouble during a fight."

"It might not even come to a fight," Giorno responded, not answering Abbacchio's question.

Abbacchio clicked his tongue in annoyance and headed toward the club entrance, Giorno behind him, trying to hurry and keep up with Abbacchio's long stride without limping again. It hurt.

However, after several tries of Abbacchio pounding on the door and Giorno even opening the club up using Gold Experience to manipulate the locks, they found that the place was completely empty.

"Bastard must have known it was collection day and split," Abbacchio growled. "Either that or he's just not here yet."

"Should we wait for him?" Giorno asked half-heartedly. Earlier, the idea of getting away from the house instead of sitting around the office sounded good, but now it wasn't nearly as appealing. In fact, he kind of just wished he could lay down and close his eyes to see if that would help his aching skull.

Abbacchio looked around, seeming annoyed. "That would be pointless. He probably has eyes on the place and wouldn't show up if he knew we were here. I'm going to call Bucciarati and see if he knows of anywhere Carlotti might be."

"Alright," Giorno said tiredly as they headed back outside. The sun pierced his eyes and he felt dizzy again. It was too hot—all of him was too hot. Especially his leg which felt like it was on fire even after only being on it for a few minutes.

He tried to put as little pressure on it as possible as he attempted to concentrate on Abbacchio's one-sided conversation with Bucciarati, but everything just seemed to be getting fuzzier. Exhaustion pulled at his body, threatening to drag him down.

"Hey, I asked if you were ready to go?"

Giorno jerked, looking upward dizzily to see Abbacchio swimming before him. He blinked, trying to clear his vision.

"Bucciarati gave me his apartment address. Kid? Hey, Giorno!"

Everything tilted and Giorno suddenly flailed, realizing he was going to fall. Agony tore through his leg as the heat and pain crashed over him, blinding him until he was forced to fall into the darkness.

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The next thing Giorno was aware of was nauseating movement, and the sound of swearing and keys rattling. He tried to make sense of any of it, but blinking his eyes open for even a second brought sharp pain with a stab of light and he swiftly shut them again.

The key jangling and swearing stopped, but the movement started up again, something hard digging into Giorno's hip and lower stomach and…

He was upside down—that's why he was so dizzy. He blinked his eyes open briefly again, and saw the swish of a black coat-tail and the heels of someone who was carrying him over their shoulder.

What the hell had happened?

Another dizzying movement had him falling backwards onto something soft. A bed? What was going on? He didn't even know where he was. Everything was blurry when he blinked, trying to make sense of any of this—of who the blurry figure looming over him was. Why was he so delirious right now? Had he been drugged, kidnapped?

New panic settled in when he felt someone's hands searching him until they found the tender spot on his thigh.

Giorno couldn't stop the strangled sound of pain that escaped him, trying to roll away.

More muffled cursing and then the hands moved to his waistband and started to tug his pants off.

Giorno finally had the wherewithal to pull himself into full consciousness, weakly pushing at the invasive hands.

"Don't," he growled in warning, reaching for Gold Experience.

"Don't flatter yourself. Need to see your leg," a familiar voice grunted and Giorno finally managed to focus on his purported captor. It was just Abbacchio.

Not that that was much better, because he was about to uncover the injury Giorno had been trying to hide all day.

He continued to struggle, until the movement crushed Abbacchio's hand against his wound and the pain that ripped down his leg because of it stole his breath away.

He lay limply against the bed as Abbacchio swore again.

"Dammit, kid, just stay still and let me look at this."

Giorno couldn't do much else at this point, resigned and mortified as Abbacchio peeled his trousers the rest of the way off and turned to the bandage that was sloppily wrapped around Giorno's thigh, halfway between his knee and the leg of his boxers. The rusty stain of blood was seeping through it and Abbaccio unceremoniously started unwrapping the bandage, the gauze sticking a bit which made the process even more uncomfortable.

"Shit," he swore again as he finally uncovered the wound, the air stinging it now that it was exposed. "Had a feeling it was infected."

Giorno blinked and finally looked down at the wound.

It…didn't look good. The area around it was inflamed and red, and on top of that, there was discolored discharge. He swallowed hard.

"Why the hell didn't you say anything?" Abbacchio demanded. "You've even got a damn fever!"

Fever? That would explain the delirium. Giorno didn't know what to say, just lay there in what he now figured must be some hotel bed. He felt awful, and honestly didn't have the energy to defend himself right now.

Abbacchio sighed, straightening up and pushing his hair back. "Listen, just stay here, don't try to move around. I'm gonna go get some stuff and when I get back I'm gonna clean that out properly. You better still be in that bed when I walk in the door."

Giorno nodded silently and watched as Abbacchio left the hotel room.

How embarrassing. He honestly hadn't thought the injury was that bad. Hadn't even bothered to fix it with Gold. But maybe he had neglected it a little too much. It wasn't like he could do anything about it now.

He folded an arm over his eyes tiredly. Of course it had been Abbacchio of all people to have found him out. Well, honestly, that was better than Bucciarati. Though he wasn't stupid enough to think that the capo wouldn't be getting the full failed mission report from Abbacchio.

He drifted, still pretty out of it, until Abbacchio came back, drugstore shopping bags rustling in his hand.

He seemed mildly pleased at least that Giorno hadn't moved and headed toward the adjoining bathroom. "I'm gonna clean the tub out and I'll be right back."

Giorno resigned himself to what he knew was coming, swallowing hard as Abbacchio returned.

"Can you stand?" he asked.

Giorno stiffly swung his legs over the side of the bed and stood, gritting his teeth against the pain that shot up his leg. Abbacchio quickly stepped in and gave him an arm, helping him to the bathroom.

"Why don't you sit in the tub?" Abbacchio pointed to the small bathtub on one side of the bathroom. Giorno briefly slipped his suitcoat off, not wanting it to get wet and Abbacchio helped lower him into the tub, bad leg extended as far as it could go.

Abbacchio turned to wash his hands, rolling his sleeves up to his elbows. "Alright, I'm gonna have to clean that thing out first."

Giorno nodded, leaning back against the side of the tub.

He watched as Abbacchio grabbed several things he had left out on the counter and came to kneel beside the tub.

"Gonna flush this first," he said, holding up some saline wash. "It's not gonna be pleasant."

"Yeah," Giorno acknowledged quietly, setting his jaw as Abbacchio wrapped a hand around his knee, tilting his leg at a better angle while keeping a firm grip on him and then unceremoniously pointed the squeeze bottle toward the wound.

The pain that resulted was so bad that Giorno felt the coppery taste of impending sickness in the back of his throat. He let out a strangled sound and tried to breathe through his nose so that he wouldn't throw up on top of everything.

Abbacchio swore quietly before redirecting the wash and going at it again. Giorno instinctively tried to pull away, but Abbacchio's grip was firm.

"Easy," he murmured. "This wound's a lot deeper than I thought. How the hell did you walk around on this for the last two days?"

Giorno didn't answer, simply bit back another groan and gripped the sides of the tub with white-knuckled hands. He glanced down, watching as the blood and yellowed discharge got flushed from the wound and washed down the drain, then finally squeezed his eyes shut, unable to stand looking at it anymore.

Abbacchio sighed as he finally pulled back, but only to grab an antiseptic wash. "This will probably feel worse, but I want to make sure it's actually clean this time."

Giorno braced himself, but was unable to keep from crying out when Abbacchio poured the antiseptic over his leg.

"Easy," he said again, tightening his grip as Giorno threatened to pull away, or kick him—he wasn't sure what his intention had been—it just hurt.

"I know it sucks, but that's what happens when you ignore your injuries. I swear you're as bad as Bruno."

Giorno furrowed his brow. "Doesn't he just use Sticky Fingers?" he asked to distract himself.

Abbacchio snorted. "Yeah, exactly. He tries to pass zippers off as valid first aid. All they do is close in all the bacteria. Believe it or not, I've had to do this for him too on more than one occasion and one was already too many. You can't just ignore injuries and expect them to get better. And you definitely don't agree to go on a job that could potentially be dangerous when you have a fever and a festering wound."

Giorno ducked his head, cringing again as Abbacchio made one more pass with the antiseptic before setting it aside.

"I don't care if you think it's showing weakness or whatever shit, if I have to find another one of my teammates collapsing from fever, because they were too damn stubborn to get proper medical help, then I'm going to be the one enforcing some rules around here."

"I'm sorry," Giorno said quietly, biting his lip as Abbacchio dabbed the wound dry with some gauze.

"Don't say you're sorry and then go and do it again," Abbacchio growled. "I know you and Bruno think you have some duty to the rest of us or some shit, but all I want is a little honesty. It's okay to admit you're hurting. Injuries happen—it doesn't make you weak."

Giorno looked aside. Maybe it was the fever, but Abbacchio's words affected him more than he wanted to admit. "I'll try to remember that. I just…that concept isn't really something I'm used to. I've only ever hidden injuries because if I didn't…" He trailed off, knowing he shouldn't even have said that much, but his head hurt, and he was exhausted and woozy, and honestly, he felt safe with Abbacchio.

The goth paused briefly at his words, seeming to contemplate something before he reached for more gauze and spread antibacterial cream over it. "Look, kid," he finally said. "I don't know what shit you went through before you joined the team, but you don't have to worry about stuff like that anymore. You have a support group. And we don't care if you get injured—not like that anyway. All I ask is that you admit it, especially when the wounds get infected."

Giorno ducked his head. "Okay. I'll…work on remembering that next time."

Abbacchio grunted, carefully placing the swatch of gauze across the wound and then wrapping it a lot better than Giorno had. When he finally taped it off, he sat back on his heels and pressed the back of his hand to Giorno's forehead.

"I got some meds for the pain and fever, but you might want to take some antibiotics once we get back home—think we have some lying around for this kind of thing."

Giorno nodded and wearily allowed Abbacchio to pull him out of the tub. His leg still hurt, obviously, but it wasn't as bad as it could have been. Probably because it wasn't sticking to the bandage again.

"Let's head home," Abbacchio told him after Giorno had carefully dressed and took the promised medicine.

Giorno nodded, exhausted. He really just wanted to lay down and sleep.

Abbacchio cleaned up a little and helped him back out to the car. Giorno sank gratefully into the seat, though still squinted against the sun. It must have been the fever making his head hurt so badly, he realized.

Abbacchio dug around in the car before coming up with a pair of sunglasses that he handed over. Giorno gratefully took them and closed his eyes.

"You can rest if you want to. It will be a little bit of a drive," Abbacchio said.

Giorno was already ahead of him though. Curling up against the window, he pretty much passed out by the time Abbacchio had pulled out onto the street.

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Abbacchio pulled up in front of the house, glancing over at the sleeping teen in the passenger seat. He didn't have the heart to wake him and instead decided he was going to have to take a blow to his pride to carry the kid into the house.

He got out to do that but before he could, Bruno appeared, anger and worry clashing on his face.

"Where is he?" he demanded as Abbacchio opened the passenger door, careful to make sure Giorno didn't fall out. "Giorno, what the hell—?"

Abbacchio pressed a finger to his lips and Bucciarati stopped and thankfully quieted.

"Kid's exhausted, let him sleep off the fever," Abbacchio said quietly. "Don't worry, I already gave him a talking to. Not like you're in any position to accuse anyone of that sort of thing."

Bruno gave him an indignant look, but it quickly softened as he glanced into the car and saw Giorno fast asleep. "Thank you for looking after him."

"Isn't that my job?" Abbacchio asked blandly as he bent and carefully scooped Giorno up into his arms, pulling him out of the car.

He carried Giorno inside and settled him on the couch in the living room. As an afterthought, he grabbed a blanket from a nearby chair and spread it over him.

"Hopefully next time he'll have learned his lesson," Abbacchio said, and felt pretty confident that Giorno would. Or, at least, he would be ready to keep an eye out for the signs.

Bucciarati gave him a look, a smile tugging at his lips.

"Shut up," Abbacchio snapped.

"I didn't say anything," the other man protested.

Abbacchio sneered. He wasn't going soft—at least not too much.

Though he did adjust Giorno's blankets to make sure he was warm and covered. Just in case.

#febuwhump2023 #day 20 #febuwhump day 20 #knife wound #febuwhump day 11 #fever #alt prompt 6 #limp #jojo's bizarre adventure #fanfiction #giorno giovanna #leone abbacchio #giorno whump #hurt giorno giovanna #hiding injury #wound tending #infected wounds

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hat-on-a-cat · 2 years

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So I can’t think of anyone directly to request this from but I really need some angst. So here’s my idea:

With the Bucciarati team the (gn) reader is part of the team and can see how they all die but physically can’t tell them, because their ability simply doesn’t allow it

Anyway, so they are constantly sad and everyone is so confused about them being sad, and eventually they leave because they can’t handle the stress of seeing their friends die

If anyone wants to do this I’d prefer a headcanon format (paragraphs hurt my easily overwhelmed brain lol) but it’s fine if not!

Anyway that’s all, thanks for reading this if you decided to look through this entire thing :)

#angst #angst prompt #jjba angst #jojo part 5 #golden wind #narancia ghirga #abbacchio headcanons #headcanon #jojo headcanons #jjba headcanons #jjba vento auero #i’m sad rn #my cat is weird #giorno headcanons #giorno giovanna #team bucciarati #bruno bucciarati

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iiileaves · 2 years

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giorno bribing cops to rob tourists in peace is funny in itself but i like that it foreshadows the whole beef with abbacchio. it kinda makes sense that abbacchio, a cop who ruined his own life when he accepted a bribe from a petty criminal, would be at odds with giorno, a petty criminal who regularly bribes cops

#people often say that abbacchio hates giorno bc he sees his naive idealistic former self in him #but this is so so wrong #abbachio's and giorno's morals are polar opposites actually #and abbacchio can't stand that giorno thrives off the kind of behaviour and environment that destroyed him #anyway ty jojo panels twitter for prompting these random 2am thoughts #vento aureo

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corpsoir · 1 year

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Heritage Februabba 2023

Day 12: Secrets || Rain

@heritage-februabba

whats his secret? idk you decide hehe

#i did sketch another thing for this with the rain prompt but i feel like its been done too many times and it didnt feel fun lol #heritagefebruabba23 #day 12 secrets #jojo's bizarre adventure #jjba #bruabba #bruno buccellati #bruno bucciarati #leone abbacchio #vento aureo #golden wind #jjba fanart #corps.art #also posting this a little later than i usually do with these but i was busy and tired last night so :)

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tonberry-yoda · 9 months

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I hope it's alright if I send this too!

Can I request this prompt?

F!reader is falling asleep in Abba's lap. Abba holds her close and doesn't move from his spot from hours. When Mista and Narancia see this they tease Abba like "He's in love; A lovesick fool; Wow, was that a smile? I thought you don't smile! 🤔😏" etc. And Abba, like a tsundere he is tries to deny these statements and begins to blush. Bruno's just looking at him with that know-it-all look on his face.

Sorry if this was a stupid idea you can ignore it! I'm happy that I could participate in this event!

Stay hydrated!

Cuddlebug - Abbacchio

notes - HELLO?! DUDE THIS IS NOT A STUPID IDEA AT ALL THIS IS SO CUTE WTF?!??! I loved writing this and was super delighted to see this in my requests to do! Thanks so much and good job Abbacchio for getting into all star battle lol word count - 335

"I'm tired." you told Abbacchio when you got home, throwing down your bag.

"Then go to bed." he joked.

He wasn't expecting you to take him seriously and curl up on his lap while he sat on the couch. But he didn't mind one bit. He pet the top of your head, even laying little kisses there. Luckily, no one was home, so he could be soft with you all he wanted.

Spoke too damn soon.

The door flew open and the rest of the gang walked in, loudly joking and laughing. Abbacchio wanted to quiet them down, but he knew it wouldn't work.

He panicked. He was worried that the others would make fun of him. You two never told the gang that you were together and he really didn't want to admit that now, as you were fast asleep.

And damn, you were really out because not once did you bat an eye when everyone walked in.

Abbacchio didn't want to wake you by moving so he froze.

And that's when the two idiots - Narancia and Mista - noticed him.

Narancia snorted under his breath and Mista laughed out loud. Abbacchio, still frozen, didn't know what to do.

"Awwwwww!!!" Mista said dramatically.

"Is Abbacchio cuddling y/n?" Narancia said in a baby voice, batting his eyelashes.

"Shut up." Abbacchio muttered, still not trying to wake you.

"You two are in looooovvvvveeeeee!!" Mista played.

"Seriously, shut up." Abbacchio mumbled.

"Look, Mista, he's blushing!" Narancia went on.

Abbacchio was getting annoyed and didn't even realize that subconsciously, he was rubbing your back, which brought a satisficed hum from you.

Mista and Narancia kept getting on him about, making fun of the two of you and Bruno smiled in the back, watching Abbacchio with sweet eyes.

When Abbacchio noticed Bruno's look, he blushed down and then looked down at you with a smile, not even caring that the two idiots were getting onto him. Because after all, you were very comfortable and Abbacchio liked seeing you smile.

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Februabba Day 6 - Winter

i think they’ll both get a cold after this

#SO the story is that #i sketched this day before with the double date prompt #but i got really frustrated with it #so i sat down and drew this in like two hours #special thanks to my bestie for helping me with bruno's pose reference #anyway #jjba #jojo's bizzare adventure #bruno buccellati #leone abbacchio #bruabba #heritagefebruabba23 #chr-art

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Playing Dangerous

featuring: Police!Leone Abbacchio x Fem!Reader

genres: nsfw!, crimes, mention of: thugs, arson, mafia, car sex, oral sex, blowjob, dirtytalk, one night stand, fingering, doggy style, praises, police theme, corrupt, minor gunplay

a/n: i was rewatching jojo, and ive been wanting to write a police smut with lana del rey lyrics as prompt, and my bf wnted to collab so i just had to write it. not proofread yet. might do part 2 for it. word: 4k, a bit long but it was worth it.

The woman was speeding for sure, but Abbacchio could doubt if she was the witness or the culprit for committing arson, Abbacchio heard the sound of the motorcycle approaching, and he turned to face the direction in which it was coming. It was heading straight in his direction-? He wasn't sure if the person on the bike was who he suspected it to be, but he raised his revolver as the bike came closer..it certainly looked suspicious...

"Why you?!" she yelled, cursing, he was brave enough that he did not care if he died to get her, pulling him on the side of the motorbike, with a swift dash, saving his life as he was at the back of her motorbike. It was the work of the Stand for sure, but sadly the man couldn’t see Stands like that yet but just felt someone lift him on her motorbike. That certainly caught him off guard. Was she just riding directly into him? The situation was unclear...Was she trying to run him over? To escape-? He was surprised at how quickly she acted. He could have been killed if it hadn't been for her, which meant..she couldn't be the arsonist, but she still looked suspicious..and yet she saved his life... Yet her actions are justified yet "Kill me later, what is wrong with you, you would be run across in my wheels," she had a gangly Italian accent, still on the motorbike with huge speed. "Am I getting a ticket for speeding too?" she said sarcastically. He looked at her back where a group of thugs were still chasing over her. Leone had a stunned look on his face. She was certainly lively, and rather..crude. He certainly wasn't expecting that attitude from a potential arsonist, but for some odd reason he didn't feel threatened by her- in fact, he was rather intrigued- she hadn't even noticed his police uniform. After a few moments of stunned silence, he finally replied

"Ah...I'm a police officer. But I can't just let anyone ride at such high speeds..why are you speeding away from people?" "They are after me, whaddya think," she went into different roads taking a lot of turns as the gang lost track of her, after minutes of having the stranger at the back, they stopped in a random alleyway, with a big sigh, she realized it was the cop, not that she’s afraid of him anyways. "It's my job to keep the streets safe and look out for suspicious behaviour- like someone on a motorcycle riding at dangerously high speeds in a residential area."

The suspicious behaviour mentioned included the arson incident at the local gas station that happened not a day ago. Although he didn't outright believe her, he decided to look into her claim. For now, he'd only ask questions to get a grip on the situation.

"May I ask what you were doing around that area where the suspected arson took place?"

"Arson? You think I'd commit arson-" Her lighter got pulled from her pocket, he was daring enough to get that from her leather jacket. "No, please, I'm a smoker," she pulled out her cigarettes to counter his proof. The policeman took a second to think. It would be highly unusual for someone to commit a criminal offense like arson just to cover up smoking. At the same time, he had no evidence proving her guilty yet. He decided to ask another more personal question.*

"Why were they on your tail to begin with? Do you know why these gang members were after you?" That was a sensitive topic for a mafia’s daughter, no way she could leak her identity out like that. "Yes I do, I have my own reasons, which place was getting burned again?" she tilted her head, as she was demanded to show her license, but she looked reluctant to show it.

There was still the issue of the gang members after her that he had to inquire about.

"The Shell station at the corner of Via Maddaloni and Via Caracciolo."

"I was at a Hilton Hotel I swear, you can get the evidence," she raised her arms, showing everything from her pocket. Everything seemed suspicious to Abbacchio, no way he could get information out of her mouth like that, so the best way was to flip her body quickly, putting her hands at his back as he slapped the metal handcuffs on her wrists, locking it. He was unsure why he did that but he believed this was the best way. She sighed, "My dad will be killing me if he finds out I’m going to be late,” it was too much for just speeding up in a motorbike.

He couldn’t help but raise a small smirk. Her hands being cuffed behind her back gave him a fair idea of what he could do to her.

"I suppose you aren't very much of a good girl?"

*"Everybody knows that I'm a good girl, officer,"* she replied still with her hands on her back as she was forced to walk back to where his car was. He let out a small laugh. It was rather amusing how easily she was acting so calm over being handcuffed and detained. Even if this incident would end up being a dead end for the arson case, he was still curious. She was just detained for being a suspect, just yet. Things are getting exciting.

"And exactly what is your name, miss?"

“Y/N,” she grunted still feeling her wrist already from the handcuffs. “Well then Y/N, too bad, you will be a warrant for, ‘reckless driving, running through stop signs, driving at dangerously high speeds, running through red lights- and for suspicion of arson. You have the right to remain silent,” he said in a stern tone, he couldn’t help but smile at her rolling her eyes. *"No, I wouldn't do a thing like that, that's for sure,"* she tried to pout her lips to use a charm on him, thinking he would let her go this time.

Abbacchio's smirk grew wider, as he tried not to laugh at her attempt at seduction.

"I don't think a pout will suffice for an excuse in court."

Her attitude was amusing he thought. Usually, people would be acting aggressively, but she seemed to have accepted the situation quite easily.

"Ah yeah, my dad told me not to talk to the police, because I can demand rights for a lawyer," she tried to rethink again, trying to stay silent as they slowly walked back to his car. She had the attitude of a spoiled teenager, but he couldn't help but be amused. Usually, people would be threatening legal action, not talking about their parents, but she was a different case.

"Your father told you not to talk to the police..? Is he one of those who would try to bribe officers to avoid arrest?"

"Oh really, does he?" she grinned, still using her legs to take sweet sweet time back to the car, it was taking so long than usual just to stall time as much as she could. She was certainly being flirty for someone who had just been arrested.

"If you're expecting me to be charmed you certainly have a poor way of showing it."

Though she certainly was charming..but he'd rather stay professional at the moment. He’s a committed policeman after all. "Am I going to jail for this?" her shoulders slouched at him trying to repeat what she committed as if he were his mom. “Like, *the house is already on fire right, I swear I’m not a liar,*” she added to him to second guess his decisions.

Abbacchio gave her a skeptical look. She definitely wasn't being completely honest. But what she said about the house being on fire definitely seemed more believable than her being the arsonist. It seemed like these gang members came after her for something else. He decided to ask just to confirm his suspicions.

“I’m not asking about the arson crime, I’m asking how are you related to those thugs, it’s very dangerous you know,” he tried to squeeze more questions to get more information out of her.

The girl didn’t reply, it was indeed a chilly night, her lips were quivering from the cold, even if she had the leather jacket on her. “Are you cold?” he asked with concern in his eyes, his hands on her handcuffs, yet pulling her close to him, trying to walk back where he came from.

*“Well, I'm a little shaken, but I'm fine, thanks for asking.”* she smiled at him to look up at him with her eye smile.

"Did you owe them money? Did you have their illegal drugs? What's your ties to these gang members?" "Tell me do you always work so late?" she didn't answer his question, as she had the right not to though. She was very charming, but also very stubborn- he almost found it admirable. Maybe he should've taken her up on her earlier offer of charm. She seemed very confident in her ability to seduce him. It could be the right moment to give in to temptation.

"It's my job to watch the late night shift, what does my work schedule have to do with your involvement with gangs?"

*"Do you really have to put those tight handcuffs on?"* she tried to pull it out but it was not to avail. Still, she didn’t give up yet to flirt with him. Abbacchio gave her a small laugh at the girl, this was the moment for which he was hoping. That is, she was very much starting to flirt with him- so now was the perfect time to reciprocate.

"Are you sure you're not trying to get me to take the cuffs off?"

It might just be wishful thinking, but it certainly looked like she was trying to flirt. He was hoping for it anyway, and now she had given him the right opportunity by attempting to pull her cuffs off... But he must stay professional right?

*"Let's get in the back of your cop car, officer?"* she asked a question, still finding ways to flirt with him last minute possible. Finally, they arrived at the car that had printed ‘Polizia’ on it. “Playtime is over, get in the car,” he tried to stay in a demanding tone. The ‘officer’ word did get the man inhaled deeply, oh the things he could do with her right now, as he placed her in the backseat of the car, respectfully, restraining himself from touching her. He’s a good policeman, he couldn’t be doing that. *"You can ask me anything you want, anything, like anything,"* she smiled as he slowly fell for her trap, he decided to sit in the backseat, for a while, closing the car door behind him, and locking it, giving her a dirty smirk. Abbacchio chuckled and shook his head at her flirtatious comments, yet he also realized just how tempting the situation was.

"Anything, hmm?"

He thought for a bit. His mind started to wonder as he looked down at her. She was very appealing.

"What would you do, if I decided to uncuff you- right now?" "I don't know, officer," she looked at his lips then back to him. "You do like purple lipstick, don't you, what is it? Givenchy brand?" she joked, in between, giving a mysterious appeal to the policeman wanting to give in to his desires.

"Good guess. Though I may need more than just your beauty alone to convince me."

"Like what, officer?" she leaned closer towards his neck, it was rather a risqué attempt, she was down to play with fire too, from the looks in his eyes. Leone bit his lip slightly but he still tried to hold back, he wanted to stay professional and focused. But his heart couldn't help but race as she got close. He wondered how this would end...if there was a way he could fall for the trap.

The smell of her perfume hit his nose making it that much harder to focus. He was very tempted. She seemed to have been waiting for him to reply for a minute now. *"Do you have a girl? I don't see a ring on your finger?"* she'd be the one asking questions here instead, how the tables have turned, touching his chest on his police uniform, with her fingertips. This made him raise an eyebrow, the question she had just asked was a little unexpected. Though given he was staring directly at her lips he couldn't deny that he was rather tempted to take it as a sign. But he decided to answer nonetheless.

"I don't have a girlfriend..not at the moment anyway." "*Well that's interesting, have you thought of dating a* **mafia's daughter?**" she replied, dropping the biggest hint of all time, until he realized, no wonder why the gang was after her. He should let her go right? The thought of having her as a girlfriend was still tempting..her attractiveness, her flirtatious attitude, it was too much to ignore.

"Are you offering?" "Maybe I am, offering you a taste?" she leaned closer towards him slowly. It was obvious, that she a tease, still not kissing him, just yet, but their faces were just inches apart. Abbacchio held his breath. Her words were tempting, her attitude was tempting..and her lips were certainly tempting- all she had to do was just close the space between them and they'd be locked in a passionate kiss...

He felt like he might die if he didn't go through with their kiss. He wanted to play her game and play it perfectly. Her words had been tempting since she said them and he could only answer with one answer.

Abbacchio took in a deep breath and nodded his head. **The flames are getting higher, and so is his desire. It's kind of exciting, don't you think?

"Am I playing a dangerous game, officer?" she teased, still not kissing him, just yet, she wanted to see how far this would go.

The policeman was gritting his teeth in anticipation. It was a dangerous game she was playing, and he knew he shouldn't play it. She was involved with the mafia after all. But the temptation was too much to pass up. He had to do it. The smell of her perfume still lingered, making it much more inviting.

"It's a very dangerous game."

Abbacchio finally caved in. He knew he couldn't control himself anymore. He closed the distance and pulled her towards him, giving in their passionate kiss. She crashed on her lips softly, melting right down on this gothic policeman, without shame, he was worth a one-night stand, but she didn't really care, their kisses became hotter and hotter each second, he gripped her body, forcing her onto his thighs, looking up at her. Their kiss has started to deepen. His lips brushed against hers as he pulled her even closer. This girl..she was too irresistible. Her flirting and teasing, even the danger of her being involved with the mafia. He just wanted more. She touched his badge and looked up at him. "Abbacchio was it?" she kissed him once more, not enough of his kisses, at this point the purple lipstick has been worn off at this point, some even staining her lips.

"That is my name, yes." "So officer~" the way she said was so enticing,

"What am I supposed to do now?" she felt his hands roaming all across her body, as if he owned her right here, no tonight, he could do whatever he wanted for tonight.

"Will I be forgiven for this, officer?" she was like a crime he must commit just for tonight, a sin he wouldn't regret doing, for sure.

"I guess I'll have to figure out how to punish you for this..for now though, I'm sure you don't mind my hands on your body, hmm?"

His smile was quite teasing too and even though he was trying to appear professional, it was clear he was enjoying this quite a lot. He leaned back in and began kissing her again. He gave her a look that told her he was enjoying this as his hands stayed firmly on her hips. “Let’s make this exciting for the both of us,” he pulled out his revolver from his waistband, pointing at her head. He must tried it out at least, he needed to have the upper hand as well. "Officer, I will do anything to repent," her words were dripping as if it was made of honey, she wasn’t even fazed the gun barrel was pointed at her head, biting her lips. Things have gotten out of hand. "You will, will you?" he grinned of mischievous how he liked her under his power.

"How about you tell me what you'd do to repent- and I'll think about it and see if it's enough of a punishment for you." "First, I'd unbuckled that belt of yours and..." her eyes trailed downwards at the seat at the bulge forming in his navy blue pants and up to his golden purple eyes, that would be enough for his imagination to do the rest of the work. “Okay then, get to work, don’t just be an all talk,” he pressed the revolver harder on her skin, geez this man was full of sass, which made her actually take off his pants, obeying his orders, just as he wanted her to. "Oh, please don't shoot me yet, Mr Polizia, I will be good," she unravelled his hard cock from his underwear, palming it between her small hands trying to please him, her handcuffs were still on.

"So you'll be a better girl if I don't shoot you?"

He looked down at her with a teasing and tempting look, she was really quite the girl. This was the most teasing, dangerous girl he had ever come across on the job. “You know your small hands aren’t in good use, use your mouth,” he demanded, pointing the gun directly at her and even though he wasn't gonna shoot, she could clearly see the barrel against her. He looked at her with a teasing grin. She looked so pretty under him, and all the power he had on her. She nodded at his orders, bending down, licking his wet tip for a while, which made him have a satisfying moan, his impulse made him push his right hand on her head, pushing her mouth closely for the blowjob. His breath was shaky already as he felt every part of her mouth on his dick, he felt as if he was on cloud nine, it was all worth it. Worth it from a tiring shift, she was trying to suck him good, she looked like she was an expert at this, feeling his tip pushed against her throat, she was trying to be his only little good girl, a good girl just for Mr Policeman right here. Oh, how he’d wish he could possibly want her every night. Her mouth was starting to tire her, as all her saliva was all around his base, “Abbacchio, sir, are you satisfied yet?” she looked up at him for his mercy, for his approval, for his attention, with those orbs. “Not yet, I wanted to cum on your face,” he pointed the gun at her, demanding to resume her lips to work again. Her head bobbed again and again, trying to please him as much as she could, deepthroating him, her tongue twirling on his length. She liked how much vocal he was, praising her, for her good use of the mouth.

“My god, you weren’t lying when you said you will have your mouth in good use,” that was the best blowjob he received in his life so far, feeling every orgasm trying to rip from his heated skin. After minutes of torturing her throat, he finally gave in, painting on her face with his white liquids, with a satisfied smug face. “Uh, uh, uh, mi amore,” he had a menaced look over her with a tsk, “Who said I was done with you?” for a policeman like him, having stamina could be true. He bent her over, his gun still pointing at her. The time to show who is the monster here, not giving her a break.

“Look here, girl, *if you can't stand the heat. Then stay out of the fire,*” he groped all over breasts, throwing the gun away on the floor of the car. She happened to listen all to his command, like a good little girl, he pulled down her bottom clothing, his fingers trying to play her folds through her underwear, trying to tease her. “Oh, your cunt is wet here, *you might get what you desire*,” he put the underwear aside, rubbing on her clit, trying to gain some moans from her. Things are starting to get interesting. “I’m not putting on anything, yeah, just to warn you,” his cock tried to get between her wet folds, just like that. “I-uh, policia, please don’t you have a condom-” her mouth was shoved with the finger he got her pussy juices on. “Lick it up,” she couldn’t deny such requests from the hot officer, licking it, while he kept pounding her behind her back. Not enough, he needed to feel every wall of her just like that. “I’m going raw, so shut your pretty mouth like that,” He had an enormous speed, gripping her waist, her arms against the tinted glass, the car starting to fog up from the movements, “Listen here, little girl, and listen good,” he raised her body good, her boobs all over the window glass at this point, she screamed more as her G spot has been getting all this abuse from the sudden position.

“Please, please, have mercy on me, officer-” her words were cut as he pushed his fingers in her throat, attempting to shut her mouth. This man is indeed wild, the luckiest night for a girl like her. **”Even if you scream, or beg me to stop, or have mercy, I’m not stopping,”** he rutted inside her cunt as if it was meant to be shaped by his large cock.

“Not until I’m satisfied,” he hummed, using it as if she was a toy she was made just for him to fuck her. Her cries and moans filled the whole street, think to their luck no one was in the streets, a few maybe. Do you this man cares? No? **“Not like you can stop me anyways, hmm?”** he didn’t stop his thrusts, her pussy aching from all the movements, their moans were in unison. She was already tired at this point, getting the slaps on her buttocks, his hand making her chin move just to kiss him as he kept railing behind her back, his lusts and desires being fulfilled by this one girl. “If you keep doing like that, I might-” she panted for air, she needed for a moment there, “I might, cum~” her body squealed in pleasure, holding all her sanity.

It was prolonged sex for sure, he finally had to urge to orgasm, he pulled out in time, cumming all over her body, she really looked pretty as if he was the artist, painting more cum on the belly. “Know your place, just like that,” he looked coldly into her eyes, he didn’t have time for this right? The aftercare was little, he threw her tissues and a bottle of water he had in the car, putting on his clothes, he did let her go this time, unlocking her sore wrists, and going back to his driver seat.

He did drove her back to her motorbike was at, even opening the door for her to get out, after minutes of silence, he kissed her forehead softly, like a gentleman would, before he finally let her go. But one thing for sure is that it was one of the best nights he’d ever had with a girl. A sucker for romance, *lovin’ a hurricane*

part 2?

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