Hii, could you write a story where the guys from the Buccigang would react to a reader they love very much getting pregnant?
How each member of the Bucciarati gang react to you telling them that you are pregnant and that they are the father. You are in a sexual relationship with the member. Enjoy! <3
Bruno had already noticed the little things. After years in the mafia he picks up on everything. The way your hand kept drifting to your stomach when you thought he wasnât looking, how you suddenly couldnât stand the smell of espresso anymore, and the way youâd been sleeping longer with this soft little smile on your face. He never said anything. He just started leaving ginger tea out for you every morning and made sure the kitchen was always stocked with whatever you were craving.
One quiet evening he cooked dinner himself for the both of you. Fresh pasta, simple sauce, candles on the table because he still believes in romance no matter what life has thrown at you two. You sit across from him, nerves twisting in your chest, and finally say, âBruno⊠I need to talk to you.â
He sets his fork down right away and gives you that calm, steady look that always makes you feel safe. You take a deep breath and tell him youâre pregnant.
For a second his eyes go wide (Just a tiny flicker). Then the most beautiful smile spreads across his face. He stands up, walks around the table, and pull you into his arms.
âTesoro⊠Bella mia,â he murmurs, cupping your face gently with both hands. His thumbs brush your cheeks, catching the tears you didnât even know were falling. âYouâre carrying our child?â
He rests his forehead against yours for a long moment, eyes closed like heâs memorizing everything about this second. When he speaks again his voice is thick with emotion. âI suspected⊠but hearing it from youâŠâ He lets out a soft, warm laugh. âDio mio, Iâm going to be a father.â
Bruno pulls you into his arms, careful and tender, one hand settling protectively over your stomach. âYouâve made me the happiest man in Naples, amore. Whatever comes next, we face it together. You, me, and our little one.â He kisses your forehead, then your lips, tasting like happy tears. âTi amo. Both of you.â
How Bruno Acts During Your Pregnancy
He becomes even more attentive than usual. He tracks every appointment, every craving, every tiny change without you having to say a word. Youâll find prenatal vitamins already laid out next to your decaf coffee, and the house suddenly has every pillow and blanket you could possibly want for comfort.
Bruno insists on building the crib himself. He spends three nights in the nursery with his sleeves rolled up, using Sticky Fingers to make sure every piece fits perfectly. He wonât let anyone else help. âThis is for our child,â he says quietly. âI want my hands on every part of it.â When itâs done he runs his fingers over the smooth wood and whispers, âPerfetto⊠just like their mother.â
At first he gets a little more reserved with the gang. Not cold, just protective. Once youâre ready, he gathers everyone in the safe house living room one evening. His voice is steady but full of pride when he tells them, âOur family is growing. My love is pregnant.â Bruno lets them celebrate for a minute before his expression turns serious. âThis stays between us for now. No risks. No loose talk. Anyone who endangers my darling or child answers to me.â They all nod without hesitation.
He starts turning down dangerous missions without a second thought and delegates more to Giorno and the others so he can stay closer to home. When he does have to leave, he leaves Zippers behind to make your life more comfortable, creating safe little spaces or shortcuts to different parts of your home so you can rest peacefully.
Every night he talks to the baby. He lies with his head on your belly and speaks softly in Italian, singing old lullabies his mother used to sing, making promises about the life he wants to give them.
Heâs fiercely protective but never smothering. If you need space he gives it. If you need him heâs there in an instant. Morning sickness hits? He holds your hair and rubs your back without complaint. Cravings at three in the morning? Heâs already pulling on his coat. Mood swings? He listens, reassures you, and keeps calling you âmia bellissimaâ until youâre smiling again.
Bruno starts planning for the future in quiet ways. He buys a little house outside the city under a clean name, somewhere with a garden and no mafia ties. He never says it out loud, but you both understand. This child is going to have the childhood he never got.
He still calls you every sweet name. Bella, tesoro mio, amore, cara, principessa. But now thereâs this deeper awe in his voice. When your bump finally starts showing he rests both hands on it and murmurs, âLook at you⊠carrying our whole world, Bella. How did I get so lucky?â
The first time the baby kicks he actually tears up. He drops to his knees, presses his lips to your belly, and whispers, âCiao, piccolino⊠Papaâs here. Iâve been waiting for you.â
You and Giorno were taking a slow stroll through the park, sunlight filtering softly through the leaves, when he paused by a flower bed. With that gentle smile of his, he reached out and used Gold Experience to make a perfect white rose bloom right there. He plucked it carefully and handed it to you, his voice warm and quiet. âFor you, Amore.â
You took the flower, heart racing a little, and said, âGiorno⊠I need to talk to you.â
He turned to face you fully, those emerald green eyes calm and focused, the way they always got when he sensed something important. You took a deep breath and told him you were pregnant.
For a second he just looked at you, his eyes widening slightly in surprise. Then a slow, genuine smile spread across his face. He stepped closer and took both of your hands in his.
âAmore,â he whispered, his voice steady but laced with emotion. âYouâre carrying our child?â
He cupped your cheek gently with one hand, thumb brushing your skin. His gaze dropped to your stomach for a moment before meeting your eyes again. âI never thought something this beautiful could come from my life.â There was a rare softness in his tone, the kind he only showed you. He pulled you into a warm embrace, one arm around your waist and the other resting protectively over your belly. âThank you. For giving me this chance to build something good. I promise Iâll protect both of you with everything I have.â
He kissed your forehead softly, then your lips, the rose still held carefully between you two. âWeâre going to be a family, Amore. A real one.â
How Giorno Acts During Your Pregnancy:
He stays pretty calm on the outside, but you can feel how deeply happy he is in the little ways he pays even more attention to you. He quietly looks up everything about prenatal care, nutrition, and gentle ways to stay healthy, always making sure you have what you need.
Giorno is supportive without hovering too much. Every morning he prepares fresh fruit and herbal teas with that small reassuring smile. He makes sure you get the best doctor and checks in on how youâre feeling without making it feel like an interrogation.
When itâs time to tell the gang, he picks a quiet evening at the safe house. He gathers everyone and says simply, âI have some important news. My partner and I are expecting a child.â Giorno stays composed but you can hear the pride in his voice when he adds, âThis child will grow up far from the old shadows of the mafia. I expect all of us to help keep things safe and peaceful.â
He starts stepping back from riskier jobs, making sure the organization runs smoothly so he can be around more. He wants to be present for you and the baby as much as possible.
Giorno takes real care with the nursery. He doesnât just buy furniture. He uses Gold Experience to add living touches, like vines that bloom soft glowing flowers at night for a gentle nightlight, or wooden pieces that grow strong and smooth. He spends hours making sure the room feels safe, peaceful, and full of life.
Every evening he rests his hand on your growing bump and talks to the baby in that soft, calm voice. He tells stories about hope and changing the world for the better, promising theyâll never have to face the kind of life he did. Sometimes he lets Gold Experience create gentle sensations, like the warmth of sunlight or the softness of petals, so the baby can feel them.
Heâs incredibly attentive to whatever you need. Cravings hit at odd hours? Heâll make them fresh or find the best spot in Naples. Morning sickness? Heâs there with cool cloths and never complains. When youâre tired he encourages you to rest and handles things around the house. He always makes you feel loved and cherished.
The first time the baby kicks he goes quiet, eyes shining with emotion. He places both hands on your belly and whispers, âHello there⊠Iâve been waiting for you. Papaâs here, and I promise to give you a world full of life.â
You two were tangled up on the couch like most nights when things were calm. The lights were low, and Abbacchio had put on one of his romantic playlists. His arm was slung around you, your head resting on his chest, his fingers idly tracing patterns on your shoulder. He wasnât saying much, just breathing steady and letting the music fill the room.
Suddenly the volume felt too loud, too much for your nerves. You shifted a little and mumbled, âLeone⊠turn it down.â
He reached for the remote without complaint, lowering the music until it was just background noise. Then he glanced down at you, those sharp eyes narrowing slightly like he could already sense something was off. âWhatâs wrong?â
You took a shaky breath and told him straight. You were pregnant.
Abbacchio went completely still. For a long few seconds he just stared at you, his face blank except for the way his eyes widened for a split second. No big smile, no immediate cheer. Instead his hand tightened on your shoulder, then loosened like he was scared heâd hold you too hard. He sat up slowly, pulling you with him so he could look at you properly.
âPregnant,â he repeated, voice low and rough, almost like he was testing the word. He ran a hand through his long hair, letting out a heavy breath that sounded half like a sigh, half like a curse. âShit⊠youâre serious.â
He looked away for a moment, jaw tight. But then his gaze came back to you, softer than most people ever got to see. He cupped the side of your face with one big hand, thumb rough but gentle.
âYouâre not joking around with me, right?â His voice dropped even quieter. âA kid. With me.â He swallowed hard, then pulled you against his chest again, wrapping both arms around you like he was anchoring himself. âFuck. I donât know if I deserve this⊠but if youâre carrying my kid, Iâm not running from it. Iâm in. All the way.â
Later, when he thought you were asleep, you heard him replay the moment with Moody Blues in the next room just to process it all over again in his own quiet way.
How Abbacchio Acts During Your Pregnancy:
He gets even more protective than usual, but in that grumpy, understated way of his. He doesnât hover or make a big fuss, but heâs always nearby, making sure youâre not lifting anything heavy or going anywhere alone if he can help it.
Abbacchio bites his tongue a lot when your mood swings hit. He might grumble under his breath, but he never snaps at you. Instead heâll just hand you a cool cloth or step out for a minute to cool off, then come back with your favorite takeout or whatever weird craving you mentioned once.
Heâs surprisingly good at the practical stuff. He researches quietly on his own and makes sure youâre going to the best places he can arrange without drawing attention. If youâre dealing with morning sickness heâs right there holding your hair back, grumbling âThis kid better appreciate what youâre going throughâ but rubbing your back the whole time.
When it comes time to tell the gang he keeps it short and serious. He waits until everyoneâs together at the safe house, clears his throat, and says flatly, âWeâre having a kid. So keep the usual bullshit to a minimum around here.â After celebrations from the gang, Abbacchio just crosses his arms and adds, âAnd if any of you idiots put my family at risk, Iâll personally replay every mistake youâve ever made with Moody Blues.â They all get the message.
He helps set up the nursery, but heâs practical about it. No fancy living plants or over-the-top stuff like some of the others might do. He builds the crib himself, cursing under his breath when pieces donât fit right at first, and makes sure everything is sturdy and safe. Heâll let you pick the colors and decorations, but he double-checks every corner for anything sharp or unstable.
Every night he rests a hand on your belly when youâre cuddling, even if he doesnât say much. Sometimes he talks to the baby in a low mutter, stuff like âYou better not give your mother too much trouble, kidâ or âIâm not gonna screw this up like I did everything else.â
When your bump shows more heâll stare at it sometimes with this mix of awe and worry, then pull you close and mumble, âYou look good like this, you know that?â
You two were out at your favorite little pizza place for a date night. Mista was already tearing into his first slice, cheese pulling like crazy, when the waitress came over smiling and asked if you wanted anything else to eat or drink.
Mista wiped sauce off his chin with the back of his hand and flashed that big grin. âYeah, gimme a glass of red wine and sheâll haveââ
You cut in quick and politely told her no alcohol for you tonight. The waitress just nodded and headed off to put the order in.
Mista blinked hard, pizza slice still frozen halfway to his mouth with sauce dripping everywhere. He gave you a confused head tilt. âNo wine? Babe, you okay? You always split a bottle with me on pizza nights, whatâs the deal?â
You took a deep breath and just said it while he was mid bite. âMista⊠Iâm pregnant.â
He completely froze, eyes shooting wide open like the number four just walked in the door. For a second he just stared at you with his mouth hanging open, then he slowly lowered the pizza slice.
âWait, what?!â His voice came out way louder than he meant, a few people at the next tables turning to look. He leaned across the table fast, voice dropping but still buzzing with energy. âYouâre for real? Like actually pregnant? With a baby? Our baby? Holy shit, babe!â
A massive grin exploded across his face, the kind that lit up the whole room. He dropped the slice completely, sauce all over his fingers, and grabbed both your hands tight. âIâm gonna be a dad? Me? Guido Mista? This is crazy! The best kind of crazy! Wait, so no wine for nine whole months? Damn, that sucks for you but man, this is huge!â
He laughed loud and happy, taking off his cap with one hand and running the other through his hair and getting sauce in it without caring. âYouâre really growing a tiny person in there. Our tiny person! The Pistols are gonna lose their minds when they hear this! Number five is definitely gonna cry tears of joy!â
He leaned back but kept holding your hand, eyes sparkling like he just won the lottery. âOkay okay, first things first, we gotta hook you up with all the good stuff. Extra cheese on everything, no skipping meals, I got you. And Iâm telling the gang tonight, Brunoâs gonna hit me with that disappointed look but who cares, this is epic!â
Mista spent the rest of dinner squeezing your hand, talking a mile a minute between bites, already throwing out baby names that had zero chance of including the number four and swearing up and down he was gonna be the coolest, most badass dad ever.
How Mista Acts During Your Pregnancy:
Mista is super loud and hyped about pretty much everything, but he tries his best to chill out when you need it quiet. He still cracks jokes and waves his hands around like crazy, but he starts carrying your bag everywhere, pulling out chairs for you, and making sure you sit the second you look even a little tired.
He is supportive in the most chaotic way possible. Random craving at two in the morning? He is already grabbing his jacket and running out the door yelling âI got this babe, pistachio ice cream and pickles coming right up!â Morning sickness hits? He holds your hair back, makes stupid jokes to make you laugh through it, then runs to get ginger ale and crackers like it is the most important mission of his life.
That evening when he tells the gang, he cannot hold it in for even a second. He bursts into the safe house shouting âGuys guys guys! Weâre having a baby! Iâm gonna be a dad, can you believe it?!â Narancia starts screaming and jumping around, Fugo looks like he is having a stroke from the noise but mumbles congrats, Abbacchio grunts something that sounds positive, Giorno gives a calm little smile, and Bruno sighs but looks proud underneath it. Mista is grinning ear to ear the whole time, already asking if the kid can join the team someday.
Helping with the nursery turns into a total group thing real quick. Mista insists on painting the walls himself, ends up with more paint on his clothes and face than on the actual walls, and gets the Pistols to âhelp supervise.â The room ends up super colorful with way too many decorations, but he checks every single thing ten times to make sure it is safe. âGotta make sure nothing bad happens to our baby and my babe!â
Every single night he plops his head on your belly and talks to the baby like they are already best friends.
He keeps calling you all his favorite nicknames like babe, sweetheart, and beautiful, but now he throws in âmamaâ with this huge proud grin every chance he gets. When your bump gets bigger he cannot keep his hands off it, touching it super gentle but super excited.
âBabe watch this! I taught Aerosmith some new sick flips, itâs gonna be so cool!â He had that huge bright grin on his face and sent the little plane Stand zooming around doing loops and barrel rolls while he cheered like crazy.
You were trying to keep it cool because you wanted to surprise him with the news at dinner later. But all of a sudden Aerosmith got a little too wild on one of the flips and accidentally bumped right into your stomach. It was not super hard but enough to make you grunt in pain and grab your belly with both hands.
Narancia stopped dead. âWOAH WOAH WOAHHHH! Babe are you okay?! DID I HURT YOU?! Aerosmith didnât mean it I SWEAR!!â He retracted his Stand back super fast and ran over to you, hands waving around like he was scared to touch anything. âIâm so sorry! It was just supposed to be cool flips!â
You took a deep breath, the surprise totally ruined but the moment feeling right anyway. âNarancia⊠Iâm pregnant.â
He stared at you for a second with his mouth wide open, brain totally short circuiting. Then his whole face exploded into the biggest smile ever. âPREGNANT?! FOR REAL?! Youâre having a baby?! OUR baby?! WOAHHHHH!!â He let out this loud happy yell and scooped you up in a giant hug, spinning you once before remembering to be careful and setting you down all gentle. âI almost ruined the surprise with Aerosmith! But a baby!! Iâm gonna be a dad?! This is the best day EVER!!â
He was laughing and tearing up at the same time, hands on your shoulders. âYou were gonna tell me at dinner? Thatâs so sweet but I messed it up, sorry! But Iâm so happy right now I feel like I could EXPLODE!â He dropped right to his knees and pressed his ear to your stomach like he could hear the baby already. âHey little guy or girl! Itâs your papa! Donât worry, Iâll teach you all the coolest tricks and weâll eat yummy food and have the best adventures together!!â
Narancia kept rambling super fast, voice full of pure excitement.
How Narancia Acts During Your Pregnancy:
Narancia is over the moon the whole time and everyone knows it. He cannot stop smiling or talking about the baby, telling anyone who listens that heâs gonna be the best dad ever and the kid is gonna be super cool just like you two.
He gets really protective in his loud bouncy way. If you even look a little tired he is right there yelling âSit down babe! I got you!â and bringing snacks while telling Aerosmith to âguard the areaâ so nobody bothers you. He still does his flips and tricks but way more careful now, always checking nothing gets too close to your belly.
When itâs finally time to tell the gang, he cannot hold it in even for a minute. He bursts into the safe house screaming at the top of his lungs âGUYS! GUYS! WEâRE HAVING A BABY!! IâM GONNA BE A PAPA!!â Narancia is jumping around and fist pumping while the others celebrate. Narancia is beaming the whole time proudly.
Helping with the nursery turns into total fun chaos. Narancia wants bright colors everywhere, posters and toys flooding the room. The room ends up super fun and full of life, though he might need someone watching so it does not get too crazy. He builds the crib with help and checks it like twenty times yelling âGotta make sure itâs safe for the little one!â
Every night he cuddles up with you and talks to the baby nonstop. âHey kiddo itâs your papa! When you come out weâre gonna have so much fun as a family!!â He brings Aerosmith out to make gentle breezes or fun sounds to entertain the baby and cool you down if itâs warm, laughing super loud when the baby kicks like itâs answering him.
He still calls you babe, sweetheart, and all his fun nicknames, but now he adds âmamaâ with this huge proud grin every time. When the bump gets bigger he cannot stop touching it, eyes wide. âWOAH the babyâs moving! Thatâs so cool! Youâre amazing babe you know that?!â
You were laying on Fugoâs bed, watching him sit at his desk with a book in his hands. The room was peaceful, just the soft sound of pages turning and the occasional scratch of his pen taking notes. You had been building up the courage to tell him all day. You wanted it to be calm and special, but the longer you waited the more nervous you got.
Finally you spoke up softly. âFugo?â
No response. He kept reading, completely focused, brow slightly furrowed.
You tried again, a little louder. âFugo?â
Still nothing. He turned another page, muttering something under his breath about an illogical argument in the text.
You sat up and raised your voice. âPannacotta!â
He looked up sharply, violet eyes narrowing in that exact irritated way he got when someone interrupted his concentration. âWhat? Iâm in the middle of something important. Can it wait?â
You took a deep breath and just blurted it out. âIâm pregnant.â
Fugo froze. The book slipped from his hands and landed on the desk with a dull thud. For a long moment he just stared at you, face blank and eyes wide. His mouth opened slightly but no words came out at first. Then his expression shifted. The irritation vanished, replaced by something vulnerable. His hands started to tremble just a little as he pushed his chair back and stood up slowly.
âPregnantâŠâ he repeated, voice quieter than usual and a bit shaky. He took a careful step toward the bed, then stopped, running a hand through his blond hair. âYouâre⊠weâre having a child? Now? In this life?â
He looked genuinely overwhelmed, a mix of shock, fear, and something softer flickering across his face. Fugo sat down on the edge of the bed, reaching out to take your hand but hesitating halfway like he was scared he might do something wrong. âI⊠I donât know what to say. This wasnât part of any plan. What if Iâm not ready? What if IâŠâ He trailed off, swallowing hard. Then he met your eyes again, and beneath the panic there was a determination. âBut if youâre carrying our baby, then⊠Iâll figure it out. Iâll do better. I have to.â
He finally took your hand, holding it carefully between both of his. âAre you alright? Do you feel okay? We should⊠we should get you checked. Right away.â His voice was still a little unsteady, but he was already slipping into that analytical mode, mind racing ahead even while his heart was clearly racing too.
How Fugo Acts During Your Pregnancy:
Fugo becomes incredibly attentive in his own precise, overthinking way. He reads every book he can find on pregnancy, tracks your appointments, monitors your diet, and makes sure you are resting properly. He is not overly emotional or loud about it, but he shows his care through small, consistent actions like preparing balanced meals or quietly adjusting the room temperature when you look uncomfortable.
When it is time to tell the gang he handles it with calm seriousness. He gathers everyone in the safe house and says plainly, âWe are expecting a child. I expect everyone to be respectful and keep any unnecessary risks away from her.â While everyone celebrates and shares their congratulations, Fugo stays composed but there is clear pride and protectiveness in his tone when he adds that the childâs safety comes first.
He helps with the nursery in a very organized manner. He measures everything twice, chooses calm colors and sturdy furniture, and makes detailed lists of what is needed.
Every evening he sits with you and talks in his soft, thoughtful voice. He reads passages from books about child development or simply asks how you are feeling, always listening carefully to every detail.
Fugo never lets Purple Haze out near you. Not once. He is terrified of the virus, convinced that even the smallest accident could harm the baby. He keeps his Stand sealed away completely during the entire pregnancy, refusing to call it out even for training or defense unless you are far away and safe. The fear sits heavy in his chest every time he thinks about it, so he relies on his own skills and the rest of the team for protection instead.
He still calls you by your name or soft terms like âcaraâ when he is feeling especially tender. When your bump grows he rests a hand on it gently, almost reverently, murmuring, âThis is real. Weâre really doing this.â