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gladdygirl18 · 2 years

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The Touch-Starved Capo

This idea/request was given to me by the amazing @theneondemon-2020! Thanks so much for the idea! Sorry if it’s bit late; I had finals, but I finished them! I made it a bit lengthy to make up for the lost time. Hope you like it!

Summary: After helping with Mista and Narancia's plans to torture their other companions, Bucciarati had been left with the desire to get tickled. The thought of such a thing was funny to him, but he doesn’t know how to express his little concern.

Word Count: 3071

⚠Warning⚠: Mild swearing (in both English and Italian)

Within Passione, Mista and Narancia are the two jesters, always finding ways to make their companions smile and laugh. They always succeed; they even made Abbacchio smile a couple of times, and that's already a challenge on its own. One of their favorite pranks to pull on their friends is tickle pranks. By their calculations, Mista and Narancia have successfully tickled everyone in their group, even their beloved Capo.

Now, it was rare for Mista and Narancia to ask for help while doing these pranks, but there was this particular prank in which they needed an extra pair of hands. They wanted to get Abbacchio again, for whatever reason, but since the ex-cop knows of their antics, he's always aware of when they might strike.

"Come on, Bucciarati! Please?" Narancia begged, "Just this once!"

The Capo couldn't help but chuckle at his young friend's pleas.

"Abbacchio would never see it coming," Mista chimed in, "It'll be the perfect prank!"

"I don't know..." Bucciarati said, playing along, "What's in it for me?"

"We'll do patrols for the next two weeks." Mista said.

"Three." Bucciarati countered.

"Two and a half." Narancia said boldly.

Bucciarati nodded as a grin formed on his face.

"Deal," he said, "So, what's the plan?"

Bucciarati's part in the plan was simple: Zipper Man would create a zipper portal under Abbacchio to one of the bedrooms where Mista and Narancia would unleash their attack. After that one prank, Bucciarati would often help the two teens with more of them. The teens' attacks couldn't be more sporadic than they already were. Giorno was the first to catch onto Bucciarati's assistance after falling victim to the two for the 7th time.

"Why are you helping them?" Giorno asked one day, "Aren't you a little concerned that they might double-back and get you?"

"As long as I'm helping them, I'm untouchable." Bucciarati said with a sly grin.

Giorno pulled back before grinning at the Capo.

"So you'll continue to help them attack us as long as you don't get attacked yourself?" Giorno asked, "I didn't think you could sink so low."

"It's not just that, mio amico," Bucciarati said, "I like seeing you and the others smile, just as much as Narancia and Mista."

Giorno couldn't be mad at that.

"Besides, we'll get them back soon enough..." Bucciarati said.

In truth, Bucciarati wanted Mista and Narancia to turn tails and attack him for a change. It's been a while since the teens tickled him, and he missed it. Being able to laugh freely without a care in the world, who wouldn't want that? When the teens first attacked him, it felt like he was on cloud 9. The last time Bucciarati got tickled was by his father when he was younger; it was a feeling he hadn't felt in a long time, and the Capo longed for it. Whenever the two troublemakers would tickle one of his companions, he squirmed and chuckled as if he were getting tickled. However, Bucciarati couldn't reveal this little secret; he was a Capo. Even still, he was only human, just like the rest of his friends and everyone else in the world. Was it so wrong to be touch-starved?

It was a crisp summer afternoon, and the two teens were at it again with their pranks. Their victim for the day was Fugo. Bucciarati had once again helped the teens make this attack possible. Bucciarati leaned against the doorframe, watching Mista and Narancia tickle the 16-year-old. The blonde had an adorable, dorky laugh that made Bucciarati smile.

"Guys, enohohohough!" Fugo giggled out, "Stohohop ihihit!"

"Sorry, Fugo, but y'know the saying," Mista said, "You're never fully dressed without a smile!"

When the gunslinger said this, Fugo exploded with laughter. Bucciarati grinned before leaving, chuckling as he placed a hand over his side.

"Shit, it feels like I can feel it more now." Bucciarati thought.

The Capo walked into an empty room and sat down on the nearby bed, placing his hands over his face as he breathed out a heavy sigh.

"I can't just ask for... that," Bucciarati thought, "It's unbefitting of a Capo."

Giorno had walked by the room and glanced inside, surprised to see his leader sitting alone. Giorno was about to walk in but stopped when he heard familiar voices.

"Hey, Giorno!" Mista said.

The young blonde smiled when he saw Mista and Narancia.

"Hey, you two," Giorno said.

"Is Bucciarati in there?" Narancia asked.

"Yes, but-"

"Perfect!" Mista said, cutting off his friend.

The two teens walked in and approached their leader with eager grins.

"Bucciarati, buddy," Narancia began, "Do you think you can help us again?"

The Capo glanced at the two teens before darting his eyes to the wooden floor.

"Not now, guys," Bucciarati said softly, "I need some time to myself if that's alright..."

Something in Bucciarati's voice made the two teens cool down and look at their leader with concern.

"Yeah, sure," Mista said, "Take all the time you need."

The teens left their leader alone without another word. When they were out of the room, their eyes immediately fell on Giorno.

"What's up with Bucciarati?" Mista asked.

"Your guess is as good as mine," the blonde answered, "I don't know."

"Is it the tickle pranks?" Narancia questioned, "It can't be; he would call us out for it if it bothered him."

Giorno crossed his arms and hummed in thought.

"When was the last time you pranked him?" Giorno asked.

"We stopped tickling him when he agreed to help us." Mista answered.

The pieces gradually came together in Giorno's head.

"I know exactly what's up with Bucciarati and how to make him feel better." Giorno said suddenly.

"What is it?" Narancia asked.

The blonde smiled as he walked the teens through his plan. Narancia and Mista couldn't feel any more impish. Giorno had filled Abbacchio and Fugo in on the plan, and they were all for it; Fugo was reluctant, thanks to Narancia's persuasion.

"A perfect opportunity to get him back for helping out those two stronzi." Abbacchio said.

The young Capo sighed as he laid back on the bed, one hand behind his head and the other over his stomach. Bucciarati chuckled to himself, thinking about his position and how vulnerable he is. The thought of Narancia and Mista wrecking him made him giggle. A sudden knock at the door brought Bucciarati back to his senses.

"Come in." he said as he sat up.

With his permission, Giorno stepped into the room.

"Ah, Giorno," Bucciarati said, smiling, "What can I do for you?"

"Actually, I was going to ask you the same thing." Giorno said.

What the blonde said made the Capo raise a confused brow.

"Cosa intendi?" Bucciarati asked.

"Hypothetically, let's just say I know a little secret of yours, and having me and the others know about it will lift a massive weight off your shoulders." Giorno said, his turquoise eyes glimmering with mischief.

Bucciarati felt his cheeks get hotter as Giorno lean in.

"W-What are you talking about?" the Capo asked, "I have no secret."

"Of course, you don't," Giorno said, "Why do you think I said hypothetically?"

Bucciarati's breathing quickened for a moment as Giorno leaned closer.

"But, those who are speaking hypothetically are right about what they're implying..." Giorno said, poking Bucciarati's side.

Bucciarati let a giggle escape as he covered his side.

"Giorno, lo giuro..." the Capo said, unable to suppress his grin.

"What are you gonna do, amico mio?" Giorno asked, "Isn't this what you wanted?"

Without warning, Giorno swiftly pinned Buccirati on his back and started digging in his sides. The Capo yelped before letting out loud giggles.

"Giorno, nohohohoho!" Bucciarati giggled out, "W-Whahahat are you dohohohoing?"

"Tickling you, obviously." deadpanned a familiar voice.

Giorno grinned when he felt the presence of the others enter the room. The blonde briefly stopped his attack and let go of the Capo. Bucciarati looked up and almost shrunk at the gazes of his team.

"What is the meaning of this?" Bucciarati asked.

"We're just returning the favor, my friend." Mista said.

"Since you've helped us out so much with our pranks, we decided that you should get your own back." Narancia said.

"W-Wait! I don't even participate!"

"But you still create zipper portals for these figli di puttana," Abbacchio said, "That makes you an accessory to murder, my friend."

Bucciarati couldn't help but chuckle at the ex-cop's words.

"So, what now?" Bucciarati asked, "Are you going to keep staring me down, or let me be on my merry way?"

"Neither, actually," Fugo said, "Well, you certainly will be merry soon enough."

"What are you implying?"

The other five grinned at one another and shared a nod before glancing back at the confused Capo. Then, without warning, Mista and Narancia tackled their leader to the bed and started tickling him mercilessly. The sudden sensation surprised Bucciarati, and it made him let out strained giggles.

"What the hehehehehell! You guhuhuhuhuys!" Bucciarati giggled out.

"But isn't this what you wanted?" Narancia asked, pinching at the Capo's ribs.

Bucciarati's sharp reflexes made him latch onto Narancia's hand and move it away.

"Nohohohot there! Nohohoho!" Bucciarati cried, "Naranciahahahaha!"

"Hehehey! Let my hand go, Bucciarati!" Narancia laughed.

Abbacchio rolled his eyes with a small grin before walking behind his leader. The ex-cop promptly took hold of the Capo's wrists and held them over his head, completely exposing him.

"Now we're talking!" Mista said eagerly.

The gunslinger wasted no time raking his fingers up and down the Capo's ribs. Bucciarati flailed in Abbacchio's hold, but the ex-cop's grip was unsurprisingly strong.

"Abbacchiohohohoho! Let me gohohohoho!" Bucciarati laughed.

"Justice must be served, amico," Abbacchio said, "As I mentioned before, you're an accessory to murder, and you have to take your sentence. How long should his sentence be?"

"Give or take 10 minutes of tickling." Fugo deadpanned.

"15." Giorno said.

"20!" Mista countered.

"25!" Narancia chimed in.

Bucciarati's giggles grew louder as the numbers grew bigger.

"Half an hour it is." Abbacchio said.

"Whahahahat?! I can't last thahahat lohohohong!" Bucciarati laughed.

"Nah, you can handle it!" Mista said, "You're a Capo, aren't you! You're the toughest bastardo I know!"

"Thahahahank yohohou?"

Bucciarati could hardly comprehend a single thing; his laughter was too boisterous.

"Come on, guhuhuhuys!" Bucciarati laughed, "I can't anymohohohore!"

"Oh, quit you're complaining," Fugo said, "You still have 25 minutes left."

There was no way his friends had been tickling for only five minutes; it felt like an entire hour had passed!

"Now, where else are you ticklish?" Narancia asked, halting his attack.

"Oh, I remember!" Mista said, "Here!"

The 18-year-old then started vibrating his fingers all over Bucciarati's stomach. The Capo squealed before doubling over his giggles.

"Nohoho! Mistahahahahaaa!" Bucciarati cried, "That's so bahahahahad!"

"Of course, it's supposed to be bad, amico," Giorno said, "It's called having a tickle spot,"

"Shuhuhuhut uhuhup, pezzo di merdahahahaha!"

What Bucciarati said made Giorno's eye twitch with irritation. He calmly moved passed his friends before attacking his leader's armpits, eliciting loud laughter from the Capo.

"Come again, cazzone?" Giorno asked, sassiness poisoning his words.

Bucciarati laughed and laughed, all while trying to free his wrists, but Abbacchio had a firm grip on them.

"Abbahahahacciohoho! Let me gohoho!" Bucciarati cried.

"No way, Bucciarati," Abbacchio said with a grin, "You still have to pay out your sentence."

Bucciarati suddenly threw his head back and produced deep, handsome laughter. The gunslinger had started squeezing the Capo's hips, causing the young man to laugh hysterically.

"MISTAHAHAHAHAAAA! NOT THEHEHEHEERE!" Bucciarati cried, "SOMEWHERE EHEHEHELSE!"

"There's the reaction we've been waiting for!" Narancia said.

"This is gonna be hell for him," Fugo chimed in, "He still has 20 minutes left."

Bucciarati let out a new stream of laughter when he heard how much time was left on his "sentence."

"PLEHEHEASE! ANYWHERE BUT THEHEHEHERE!" the Capo laughed.

"Are you sure about that, amico?" Giorno asked.

"YEHEHEHEHES! PLEHEHEHEASE! IT'S SO BAHAHAHAHAD!"

"Alright, you asked for it."

Giorno motioned Fugo to come over, and the other blonde obeyed. Giorno whispered his plan to him, and the 16-year-old nodded with a grin. Fugo walked up to the laughing Capo and placed his hands on his leader's legs to stop him from kicking.

"So, Bucciarati," Fugo began, "Are you gonna tell us your secret, or do you need more persuasion?"

"IHIHIHI DON'T HAVE AHAHANY SECREHEHEHTS!" Bucciarati laughed.

"Your lungs, amico."

Fugo only grinned before squeezing Bucciarati's knees. Bucciarati yelped before kicking up his legs, almost kneeing Fugo in the jaw. Fugo noticed this and let out a deep chuckle.

"You got lucky, cazzone," Fugo said, "If you were to knee me, you were gonna regret it."

Bucciarati could barely speak, let alone form a word. His boisterous laugh had officially overpowered him.

"DIO MIOHOHOHOHOOOOO!" Bucciarati laughed, "WHY ARE YOU DOHOHOING THIHIHIHIS!?"

"16 minutes in, and you're asking this now?" Fugo asked.

"That's gotta be a new record." Narancia jokingly said.

"Should we tell him or have him figure it out?" Giorno asked.

"He's not an idiot, cazzone," Abbacchio said, "He's our leader; he's smart enough to figure out why we're... torturing him."

"Not that he's complaining." Mista deadpanned.

Bucciarati felt his insides burning as his body trembled with laughter.

"You know what I just realized?" Giorno suddenly said, "Bucciarati hasn't told us to stop, not once."

What the 15-year-old said made the others halt their attack and look at the blonde. They all knew why, but they played it off as if they didn't know.

"Y'know, you might be onto something, Giorno," Mista said, "Why is that, amico?"

The Capo was too busy trying to catch his breath to answer the gunslinger's question.

"Ihihi... have no idea what you're... tahahalking abohohut," Buccirati panted, giggles occasionally slipping through.

"Alright, new sentence," Narancia chimed in, "Not only do you have 10 minutes left on your original sentence, but you also have to confess your secret to us."

"Why tehehell if youhuhu already knohohow?"

"He didn't deny that he had a secret this time," Giorno said, "Maybe this tickling's making him more cooperative."

"I agree," Abbacchio said, looking down at his breathless leader, "So, what's it gonna be, Bucciarati? Will you heed to our demands, or do you need more persuasion?"

Bucciarati looked up at the ex-cop and breathed out a growl.

"Mangia merda e muori, stronzi." Bucciarati growled.

Bucciarati knew what he was doing; they all knew. Being a brat, bad-mouthing his friends, and not heeding demands; the classic moves for anyone who wants to be tickled silly. The other members of Passione knew about Bucciarati's little secret, and they were happy to make their leader, well, happy.

"Ohoho, you're dead meat, cazzone!" Narancia cried, wasting no time pinching his leader's sides.

Bucciarati gave a wild buck before giggling like mad.

"Nahahahaha! Narancia, not thehehehere!" Bucciarati giggled out.

"Apologize for what you said to us, amico, and confess your secret to us." Giorno said.

"Nohohohoho! I'd rather dihihihihie!"

"That can be arranged." Abbacchio said with a malicious and mischievous look in his eyes.

Bucciarati tried to move, but it felt like he was bolted to the bed.

"Did Abbacchio's grip get tighter?!" Bucciarati panicked, "Merda, this isn't good!"

Mista grinned before massaging his thumbs into his leader's hips. Bucciarati yelped before letting out deep cackles.

"MISTAHAHAHAHAAAAA! NOHOHO!" Bucciarati laughed, "COME OHOHOHON! PLEHEHEHEASE!"

"Please what, amico?" Narancia asked, "Please more? Say no more!"

Narancia reached behind him and swatted away Fugo's hands, and started squeezing his leader's knees. The Capo screamed with laughter, trying to kick off Narancia's hands, but they weren't going anywhere. Bucciarati couldn't take it anymore. Bucciarati let out a new stream of laughter and confessed.

"NAHAHAHAHAAAA! PLEASE!" Bucciarati cried, "OKAY, OKAHAHAHAHAHAAAY! I ADMIT IHIHIHIHIT! I WANTED THIHIHIHIHIS! PLEHEHEHEHASE STAHAHAHAHAAAAAP!"

And just like that, the tickling came to a complete stop. The Capo was let breathless and tired.

"We figured as much." Giorno said with a small grin.

Abbacchio released his leader and helped him sit up. Bucciarati glanced at his team before casting his gaze to the ground.

"Why didn't you tell us, amico?" Fugo asked.

"You honestly think someone like me would just ask for... that...?" Bucciarati asked, blushing a little, "It's a dumb thought and want. I couldn't find it in myself to ask. I didn't want you guys to look at me as... weird or weak."

A small round of gasps filled the room.

"Bruno Bucciarati, you are everything but that! Never talk like that about yourself in front of us or ever, for that matter!" Abbacchio said sternly.

"He's right," Narancia said, "Being touch-starved is normal for any person."

Bucciarati glanced at the teen and sighed.

"I'm sorry, miei amici. I should've said something." he said.

"No, we're sorry, Bucciarati," Mista said, "We should've realized something was up from the beginning."

"Yeah," Giorno said, "We're sorry, too."

Abbacchio and Fugo nodded at the blonde's words.

"You guys shouldn't have to apologize," Bucciarati said, "I guess I need to work on my communication skills."

"I have an idea!" Narancia said, "We should have a word that lets the others know that we want to be tickled."

"Mio Dio..." Abbacchio said with a chuckle.

"And what should that word be, Narancia?" Fugo asked.

The teen hummed in thought as he paced around the room.

"Fammi ridere!" Narancia said with a wide grin.

"Of course, you'd pick that!" Mista said with a laugh.

"What? It's perfect, especially for a certain someone."

The teen wagged his eyebrows at his leader, causing him to laugh.

"I think that's fine, and it's something only we will understand." Bucciarati said.

His team nodded with fond smiles.

"Grazie, ragazzi," Bucciarati said, "I needed that."

"Like we couldn't tell." Mista said.

Fugo then smacked Mista upside the head and gave him a death stare.

"Anytime, amico," Giorno said, "Now you know what to say whenever you need a pick me up or simply need a laugh."

Bucciarati smiled with a nod. Bucciarati looked at his team before biting down on his bottom lip.

"F-Fammi ridere." Bucciarati said with a laugh.

The others couldn't help but smile at their leader.

"Say no more, amico!" Narancia said eagerly.

Another round of laughter erupted in the room. In the end, Bucciarati was glad he confessed his secret to his team. I mean, they are his family, and his family is prepared to do everything in their power to see their leader happy.

#tickle fic #tickle #jjba fic #jojo tickle #jjba part 5

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ellafox1729 · 10 months

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Jojo tickle

#jojos circus #jojo tickle

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the-uncanny-dag · 1 year

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Part 3 of my April Fools drawing challenge

Part 1, Part 2

#my art #the uncanny dag #drawing challenge #april fools #clowns #clown character #homestuck #gamzee makara #it stephen king #pennywise #mcdonalds #ronald mcdonald #dropsy #jay tholen #jojo's circus #jojo tickle #max fleischer #out of the inkwell #koko the clown

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tickle-fight-club · 1 year

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hi @gladdygirl18 I’m your squealing santa!! I chose the pairing Bucciarati/Abbacchio and the prompt “Bratty and annoying Lee + annoyed and vengeful Ler (nuff said)”

thank you to @squealing-santa for hosting this year!!

#hypah once again I’m so sorry😭#squealing santa 2k22 #ss2k22 #jojos bizarre adventure #tickle art #holly scribbles

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tickly-shannon · 5 months

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Hi!! Welcome to my SFW tickl blog!!!! I’m Shannon, AFAB and I use They/them pronouns!

Some interests of mine/fandoms im in are

- Tickles (obviously)

- Jojos Bizarre Adventure

- Invader Zim

- FNAF

- HXH

- Deltarune

- Pikmin

- Labyrinth (the film with David Bowie)

- Tally hall!!

- Loki (the tv show)

My fav characters are:

- Uvogin

- Polnareff

- Pesci

- Steely Dan

- Jareth the Goblin King

- Loki

My kins are:

- Polnareff

- Fugo

- Narancia

I won’t be posting much, but I will post for:

- Jjba

- HXH

- FNAF

- Select Deltarune characters

#sfw tk blog #polnareff #jojo no kimyou na bouken #jojos bizarre adventure #loki laufeyson #deltarune #hunter x hunter #tickle content #tickle fluff #pikmin #invader zim #fnaf

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giggly-squiggily · 4 months

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Someone stop me- the Jojo brain rot is strong in this one..

(onslaught of Jojo tickle thoughts below the cut) (possible spoiler warning for all parts anime)

-Mista getting hurt but not wanting to experience Golden Experience's painful "healing again" so Giorno has to tickle him while he heals as a distraction

-Joseph having the brain blast of using Harmon during tickle fights to see what would happen.

-Caesar also learning what happens when Harmon is introduced to tickle fights aka said tickles being even MORE effective and now he's getting wrecked even more so by said Dork-star

-Jonathan being really ticklish but the type to just curl up in a ball and give up whenever Erina decides to get him. He's a big guy and could probably win if he tried but he's far too giggly and way to nervous of accidentally hurting her so he just kinda takes it

-Okuyasu, Koichi and Josuke making a bet among themselves to see if Jotaro's ticklish only to unlock the deadly tickle monster that is Star Platinum upon themselves

-Fugo losing all steam in his anger whenever someone (Giorno) squeezes his hips from behind. Immediately disarmed, he's already forgotten what got him so angry and now he's soft and giggly

-Weather Forecast forgetting what tickling is and point blank asking Jolyne to tickle him much to Anasui's jealousy.

-Weather Forecast regretting his decision almost immediately when Jolyne finds all his tickle spots in ten seconds flat. Even more so when he tries tickling her back but she's not ticklish (her only spot is her birthmark/neck but he doesn't know that)

-Polnareff growing bored and deciding to start a poke war with Kakyoin. Onlookers can't help but laugh at these two grown men giggling like children as they jab at one another. They try to get Jotaro but stop when he threatens to beat them to a pulp.

-Narancia wanting to have a dance party but no one's really moving so he starts tickling everyone to encourage them only to immediately get wrecked in return.

-Abbacchio distracted by his music so much he doesn't feel Bruno near him until it's too late and he's getting wrecked by zipper man. Cuts to Giorno, Mista and Narancia all: !!!!! Cause they never knew the purple haired man was ticklish

-Fugo encouraged to find new ways to take out his anger so he uses tickles which works out cause Narancia loves tickle fights and he can safely work through his immediate feelings of rage without the use of a fork to the face

-Giorno turning random objects into feathery creatures and stashing them in the gang's pockets/down their shirts for maximum tickling antics.

-Hermest trying to do Jolyne's hair but she keeps giggling cause said woman's nails keep brushing her neck and shoulders. She starts doing it intentionally until Jolyne uses her Jostar(tm) strength to pull her down and have a proper tickle fight. F.F. joins in pretty quickly.

-Anasui who'll cut your head off if you even try tickling him but lets Jolyne get away with it cause he's got a crush on her. He's only ticklish if she's doing it- everyone else gets no reaction (mostly. W.F might get one if he's lucky)

-Dio and Pucchi having tickle fights when Pucchi was younger cause he reminds Dio of Jonathan sometimes and he strangely misses the rare times they did get along like brothers before he utterly ruined it once more

-Trish trying to give Mista a facial but he's so giggly cause his face is ticklish he ends up getting the mask in his eye and has a red eye for a good few hours (worth it- his face never felt more smooth)

-Jolyne gathering up Emporio in her arms and tickling him cause she can and he's cute when he's laughing and giggling. She's a real mean tickle monster when she wants to be

-Joseph attempting to tickle Speedwagon cause he can. He usually wins as Speedwagon is still as ticklish as he was when he was Jonathan's age and also Joseph has the advantages of youth and size on his side.

#squiggily rambles #headcanons #jjba #brainrot lols #I'm rewatching Jojo with Mama Squiggily #and as I do all the feelings come back #I'm loving this show akjjrkejkrajkrjkaekjr #Now I wanna write for them again whoops #tickle #tickle headcanons

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lee-lucius · 7 months

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Tickletober Day 12: Bites/Nibbles

Summary: Bucciarati and Abbacchio's make-out session takes an interesting turn when Bucciarati can't seem to stop laughing.

Word Count: 598

I didn't have a lot of time today, so this one's pretty short, but I was really excited to write for these two! Their relationship is so cute, and I love their dynamic! I hope you enjoy! 💙

Abbacchio swirled his glass of wine in his hand before bringing it to his lips, glancing over the rim of the glass at Bucciarati.

He was, as always, a picture of perfect calm, but Abbacchio could imagine the goosebumps on the back of his neck that formed whenever Abbachio, drunken and laughing, leaned a little too close, the whisper of his breath grazing Bucciarati's skin, and his heartbeat, that if Abbacchio leaned a little closer and pressed his lips to Bucciarati's jumping pulse, he would feel it racing beneath him, matching Abbacchio's.

The ghost of a smile graced his face while he, as if having read Abbacchio's mind, tilted his head to the side, strands of his hair coming to brush against his lips, his jaw, exposing more of his tanned skin, making that spot on his neck all the more tantalizing; not that Bucciarati wasn't exposed enough with his linen shirt that clung to his skin, translucent in the light, and revealed his tattoo, trailing down, down, down, so far that Abbacchio had to snap his eyes back upwards, shifting uncomfortably as he met Bucciarati's piercing eyes, filled with warmth and desire and longing—and Abbacchio couldn't hold himself back anymore.

Fumbling, he set his wine glass down on the coffee table, shifting closer to Bucciarati on the couch, finally allowing himself to press a burning kiss against Bucciarati's pulse. Bucciarati made a noise, something surprised, and reached over, setting down his own glass as Abbacchio pressed another kiss to his flushed skin, his jaw this time.

Normally, in these intimate, private moments between them, Abbacchio was unbelievably gentle; every gaze, every touch was filled with absolute adoration, a sort of reverence in his affection; he cradled Bucciarati's skin, holding him much like one would porcelain, a beautiful heirloom, something delicate and priceless, with all the love someone like Abbacchio could muster.

Now, it was different. In this drunken moment of passion, he couldn't think, couldn't contain himself, too absorbed in this moment, in his lust, in Bucciarati—Dio, Bucciarati—he melted into Abbacchio's touch, craning his neck back more, bringing his hands up, trailing them along Abbacchio's chest, tangling them in his hair, roughly pressing their lips together, bitten and swollen, arching his back and making an unholy noise that stirred something in Abbacchio's chest.

"Leone," he gasped, breathless as they separated, and Abbacchio returned to pressing hot kisses against his jaw, trailing them down his neck, biting down, and—and… then there was a laugh.

Momentarily stunned, Abbacchio paused, pulling back slightly, a frown tugging at his lips—was Bucciarati laughing at him? Did he not like it? Had he ruined the mood?

Concern and embarrassment swirled in his stomach, converging in a nasty pool of regret that didn't sit well with all the bottles of wine—though they had been Bucciarati's idea; Abbacchio supposed he was a bad influence rubbing off on him.

"Sorry," Bucciarati mumbled, pressing a chaste kiss to his lips. "It just tickled a bit."

"You're ticklish?" He asked, a mix of bewilderment and glee.

Abbacchio didn't bother waiting for an answer before he returned to his neck, kissing and biting, gentler than before and relishing in the quiet huffs of air coming from Bucciarati, the way his smile curved, hesitant and wider than before, his flush darkening and spreading across his face, his head shaking, turning, trying to escape Abbacchio's mischief, making strands of hair dance, grazing across Abbacchio's skin.

"Leohohone," he gasped again, this time giggling as their night was diverted.

It wasn't what either of them had planned, but neither could really complain.

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