Hello~, I initially wasn't planning on throw something here but then I read that Married Life drabble and i think you reignited my love for Bruno (FKLFFK MY MAN, HE'S SO GOOD, GOOD BOI, I LOVE HIM-) and I wanted to say how that line of "you kiss him like your reality is false and after that he'll be gone forever" hit me so- hard- *ugly sobs*
My heart was fluttering all the way until it sank again oof, so good and painful 😩💞
Anyway, just wanted to say that and that you'll probably see me stalking your blog in search for more Bruno content later hehe 👀
Husband Bruno has my heart!
Bucciarati’s footsteps echoed softly along the cobbled streets, the night’s chill whispering against his skin as he approached home. The weight of the evening settled on his shoulders, a mix of guilt and adrenaline winding through him. He clenched the bouquet in his hand—her favorite flowers, gathered tenderly—and shifted the shoe box beneath his arm.
Tonight’s “promotion” had been more brutal than most. The man he’d dealt with was a traitor to the familia, poisoning the streets with drugs and selling them to children, leaving Bruno no choice. He had done what he must to uphold their twisted version of honor, but every time he thought of the truth he kept from his wife, he felt a pang. She believed he worked in real estate, far from the crime that haunted Naples’ alleys. If only it were that simple.
Bruno eased the door open, his heart softening at the familiar warmth inside. His wife looked up from where she sat at the table, her face lighting up as she saw him, her patience never faltering. “Bruno, you’re home,” she whispered as to not wake their baby girl, and smiled standing to meet him.
With a gentle hand, he offered her the flowers and placed the box along with a fancy bottle of wine on the table. “For you, amore,” he murmured, watching as her eyes widened at the sight. Her fingers traced the ribbon on the box, and she looked back at him, gratitude shining through the questions she didn’t ask. He leaned down, pressing a kiss to her forehead, hoping the love in his gaze would hide the shadows of his other life.
“Thank you,” she whispered, eyes glistening as she reached for him. “You work so hard for us, Bruno.”
He swallowed, letting her pull him into a warm embrace, the soft scents of the flowers and home cooked meal she’d made worn his heart. Tonight, at least, he would hold her close and let her think it was true.
Description: Headcanons for Bruno with a S/O that’s burnt out.
Content: Canon Divergent, Bruno Bucciarati/Reader, Unspecified Gender, Comfort, Mostly Fluff.
Considering his occupation is incredibly volatile and exhausting, Bruno would be more than understanding of your predicament. There have been times where he was so exhausted after an assignment that all he could do was sleep.
Despite his own turbulent schedule, he’d find ways to make your life easier. For instance, Bruno would start preparing meals for you and putting them away for later so you’ll have something to eat without the hassle of cooking.
Or, Bruno would make sure your clothes are clean and ready for you in the morning so you’re not worried about what to wear later. (Fortunately, he’ll ask you what you want to wear before he does this if you don’t wear a uniform for your job, or your dress code is more lenient.)
Since his profession allows him a bit more leeway when it comes to finances, he’d suggest you call off every once in a while to recuperate (but only if you have the ability to do so). Bruno knows that working day after day becomes increasingly soul-crushing, and would prefer that you don’t experience the same mental exhaustion he frequently does.
Whenever your days off align with his, he’ll treat you with a homemade dessert of your choosing.
Back in his youth, Bruno would spend time with his mother in the kitchen baking all sorts of confectionery treats. Those memories are something he holds near and dear to his heart, so if he could bake with you like he would her, it’d feel like you both are truly building a family together (even if that family is just him and you).
However, if you’d prefer some space and alone time, Bruno would be more than understanding of that. Even if he expresses his love for you with quality time, Bruno still enjoys his own privacy and does need time to himself — especially with how crazy his life is. (He’ll ask you to leave a record on before you leave him be so he has something to help him unwind.)
If you need someone to vent to about your work struggles, I don’t think I could find a better person than him. He’d memorize every detail you share, and make a point to learn everything he can about your situation so he can properly assist you in resolving whatever conflict is bothering you.
Conversely, if you’re simply exhausted from work, Bruno will still be there to listen and provide you support. He wouldn’t think less of you for needing him, and would appreciate that you’re willing to be honest with him about your feelings.
And of course, you’re one of his top priorities. He wants to be there for you.
I took a walk down memory lane and this piece came forth as a result 🙏
Thank you so much for the love and support you've shown this collection all these years 🥹💖
As always, I hope you enjoy 🤲💞
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How long has it been since you were last in this building?
Out in the countryside not too far from Naples, there was a villa–a restored structure maintained across the decades since it was first constructed during an era long past. At first glance, there wasn’t anything that made the building too uncommon from other houses and properties within the area. Though, what did help the villa stand out was the humble field of tomatoes and grapes that was located towards the back of the house–an inheritance from the previous owner, a beloved local producer of pasta sauces and artisan wines.
There was a time when you saw this building as home, as sanctuary.
At once, you were all smiles and mirth as you stepped forward within the villa’s halls, surrounded by the six men who you swore to remain loyal to until your last breath.
Now, you were sullen and silent while you were led forward alone, save for the man who walked by your side, one arm curled behind your waist while long and calloused fingers were clasped around your wrist.
It wasn’t even a brutishly painful grip either.
If you tried with all your might, you could break away and take off running.
But you already knew you wouldn’t make it far. The moment you were escorted through the front door just a moment ago was you stepping right back into your cage.
After all, there was simply no way that Buccellati would ever let you leave this house again.
And the same could certainly be said for the others as well.
As the two of you passed along the current chaotic mix of decor between priceless paintings that were carefully set upon the wall and holiday decorations that were most definitely strung up by clumsy and bickering hands, you knew it wouldn’t be much longer until you would be reuniting with your former famiglia.
By the sounds of holiday music and the familiar lively and raucous back and forths coming from the living room, you took in a deep breath as you were guided inside.
“Oi, oi where’d you disappear off to, Buccellati–?!”
As quick as his head snapped to face the living room entryway, Narancia went from grinning jovially with a mouthful of panettone to his jaw and his cake piece dropping in absolute shock.
Similarly, a glass of scotch shattered and spilled onto the marble floor below, Abbacchio just barely catching himself from allowing the rest of his bottle pouring needlessly in waste as he stared at you with widened eyes.
At a loss for words, Fugo could only stumble his way over to the speaker system to shut off Narancia’s holiday music playlist, needing and demanding immediate silence as he took in the current situation.
Once being reclined in pure and utter relaxation on a sofa chair, Mista jolted up onto his feet the moment he caught sight of your face, taking a step forward before freezing in place, unsure of how to react.
You lowered your head, casting your gaze to the floor.
With everyone dressed in their loungewear at that too, witnessing their reactions and the abrupt shift in atmosphere only deepened a sense of shame within you, a guilt for intruding a place you didn’t belong to anymore.
All eyes were on you.
Except for the man who currently had his back towards you as he gazed out the grand arched window that looked out towards the tomato and grape fields, long and golden blonde locks tied into a loose braid, his house robe regal and rich. Just seeing his silhouette and the way he stood alone, he looked and carried himself more and more to be the Don that Passione so desperately needed.
He did not look back, even as he heard yours and Buccellati’s footsteps move closer to the center of the room.
“While you all were marveling at your presents, I found our former comrade wandering around the outskirts of the villa,” Buccellati remarked as his gaze met each of his companions, never once loosening his grip on you.
Typically, a remark like this would’ve drawn the ire of an easily stoked Narancia, but no one dared or could bring themselves to speak.
Silence hung heavily in the air, save for the crackling flames of the roaring fireplace, each second spent with nary a word from any of the men furthering the tension that was wracking through your body.
Up until one voice and one word caught hold of your attention.
“Amore.”
By instinct, you lifted your head, even as your chest tightened while your heart fluttered.
It had been years since you heard his voice call out to you with that affectionate term, but despite how conflicted and tense you felt to stand in this very room, you finally found it within yourself to speak at last.
“Yes, Giorno?”
And then, at last, the man by the window turned around to face you fully. While you were relieved to see that there was no look of anger or disgust on his features, you could not fully be at ease as he proceeded to make his way over to where you stood.
“No other gift can compare to what I–to what we see before us at this very moment,” he began, his turquoise eyes boring right into yours while he gestured towards you with his hands.
It was only when he was mere inches apart from you that Buccellati finally relinquished his hold on your waist and wrist.
You dared to not even shrink away, however. This was a test, after all–a test on your motives for daring to show your face after what happened between you and the six all those years ago.
Your physical freedom was short-lived however, as you soon found your face being cupped by Giorno’s soft warm hands. Similar to Buccellati, while he cradled you gently, he imposed an aura that you knew would be inescapable should you even think to flee.
“The day you left Passione, left us…,” he continued, the thoughtful look on his features dropping to one of morose as he dredged forth those memories. “...not even mercy from God could salve the heartbreak we all felt.”
He proceeded to look around the room, making eye contact with the others like Buccellati did as he sighed, “I don’t think any of us truly recovered from your departure.”
“Hmph even as you tried to poison us all in one go,” was Abbacchio’s grumble, his arms folded across his chest while his eyes narrowed towards your direction.
Were it not for Giorno’s hands, you would have lowered your head in shame.
With another member breaking the silence–Abbacchio at that too–Narancia felt more confident in speaking up, even as his voice shook ever so at this chance to finally speak to you directly again. “Doing that even knowing you were up against us–you must have loved your famiglia, huh?”
“A famiglia that turned its back on you and had since fought within itself until its recent collapse.”
Your hands swiftly curled into fists at Buccellati’s words, a painful storm of memories rushing through your mind, from having allies that you were willing to double-cross the country’s most feared famiglia for only to be cruelly cast aside after failing to get rid of Passione’s highest ranking members to watching your former home succumb to a fiery storm of betrayal and vengeance.
By the gasp of everyone aside from Giorno, it seemed as though only he and Buccellati were aware of this transpiring–it was always those two who had their ear to the ground on these sorts of things.
“When I received the report, I knew it was only a matter of time until our paths crossed again, tesoro, whether we went hunting for you, or well…this,” Buccellati elaborated, his composed tone implying that perhaps him finding you was less on coincidence and more on expectation.
He knew you too well. They all did.
“And so the stray comes crawling back.” Harsh as his words may have been, the way that Abbacchio continued to look at you was stained more with heartbreak than hatred.
Mista immediately jumped in to speak. “But it’s not like we’re any angels here either, as you know damn well, right bella?” A grin formed on his lips as soon as you faced him, having longed to take in your beauty again after so long.
“It would be hypocritical for us to say otherwise.” Your heart ached hearing the quivered breath of Fugo. While you witnessed firsthand his renewed loyalty to Passione, you knew how much that his initial departure from the group was like that of a shameful scar from his perspective.
“Yeah! Yeah! Exactly! We’re not the church but we’ll forgive you over and over!” Narancia cried out, a plea for you to look at him as well. Once your eyes met his–now lining with tears–he begged, “Just don’t leave us again!!!”
It was at this very moment that you felt Giorno’s thumbs run over your cheeks in a delicate caress, prompting your attention to return towards him once again.
“Just looking at you, I know exactly why you are here, amore. Tell us, would you yourself prefer to demonstrate your renewed loyalty on your own–”
One hand relinquished its hold on your cheek to instead cup your chin, gripping it firmly as his turquoise irises–now darkened–stared right into yours. His tone low, he murmured,
“--or would you rather that we reform you as we see fit?”
You gulped, your chest tight but the pit of your belly warm. Your answer was simple but one that was difficult to voice out. However, as you found yourself once again at the center of attention and desire for these six men, you declared,
“...Both.”
The mood in the room shifted once again.
“You always were such a greedy one,” was the last chuckle that Giorno let out before he proceeded to smother his lips onto yours.
The others needed no further prompt to leap right onto you.
A tempest of lips and hands descended upon you, making quick work of your clothes and reclaiming your body for their possession by bites and nips to your skin.
Just before, you stood before them all to plead your request to be accepted by them once more. Now, you were knelt in the center of all of them in fealty, offering your apologies with parted lips and stroking fingers. No matter which hand was guiding your head or tugging at your hair, you kept your mouth open wide to gratefully take in their cocks, pre-cum being smeared against your cheeks while your palm weighed and massaged their balls.
When you first sought to complete your mission to eliminate the six as assigned to you by your previous famiglia, you prepared yourself to do whatever it took to get in their good graces, even if it meant going to bed with whoever.
But with the pleasure and the love demonstrated to you over and over across the time spent with them all, you could still feel their phantom touch throughout the years that followed after your betrayal.
Now you were grateful to be together with the six once again. With you right in the center of them all, you had finally returned to your proper place, regardless of whichever position they had you take.
“Shit, how’d you get even tighter since we last saw you, bella? Guess we’ll have to work on loosening you up more, yeah?” While Mista’s tone was light, you knew this was nothing short of a promise while he was kneeling before you, squeezing your thighs while his cock hammered into your core at a tremendous pace.
“I hope you haven’t been fucking other men while you were away! Because we’ll definitely find them and teach a lesson on respecting other people’s belongings!” Narancia huffed as he continued to straddle your chest, his hands gripping your breasts while he slid his dick right in-between them.
Having situated himself by your head, Fugo had a handful of your hair while you had a mouthful of his balls. While he eagerly looked forward to coating your face with his cum, he hissed out, “For now, you must be punished.”
Mista, Narancia, and Fugo. The three who would do whatever it took to bring a smile to your face, whether it was gifting you anything you desired or eliminating any fool who dared to look at you wrong.
By contrast, however–
“Are we too forgiving or too foolish?”
His hands cradling your hips–his grip much tighter compared to when he was escorting you inside–Buccellati posed his question out loud with an amused timber while he remained beneath your body, having you bounce up and down the long length of his cock.
“It’s both.”
Snarling lowly, Abbacchio continued on with making a mess of your shoulder blades with messy kisses, a streak of black lipstick along your skin all while he plunged his dick deep into your ass.
“I guess it’s what happens when you’re so helplessly in love,” Buccellati chuckled while he gazed at you adoringly, his heart full from this blessed chance to see you gorgeously writhe in pleasure once again.
As you remained on your hands and knees, you kept your eyes looking up towards the looming figure who stood before you, the same one whose cock was currently stuffed right into your mouth.
Admiring the look of debauched obedience on your face in contrast to the affectionate expression on his features, Giorno stroked your hair fondly while he glided the full length of his cock in and out your mouth.
His other hand returned to your face, by which he was fond of the feeling and sight of his tip pushing against your cheek from within.
Sighing out with bliss, he mused, “We’ll take you over and over, we’ll take you back over and over.”
Marveling at your current disarray–your cheeks stained, your eyes yearning, your submissive form–he continued, “Because you could run to any place in the world but we’ll be there to bring you back to where you belong by any means necessary, amore.”
Buccellati, Abbacchio, Giorno. The three who would tear the world apart for you, whether at your wish or if doing so would bring you back.
And as all three soon released inside of you, it did not take much longer for you to be passed onto the next man. Regardless of who it was, you were happy to offer your lips for kisses, the space between your legs for nestling, and your heart for affection.
It had been far too long since you were last in this house, and all six would make sure to make up for all the time lost.
After all, they would never let you leave them ever again.
You and Bruno take a tropical honeymoon, and things get spicy.
❥𝐿𝒶𝒷𝑒𝓁𝓈 & 𝒲𝒶𝓇𝓃𝒾𝓃𝑔𝓈: 18+
Smut, Fluff, Romance, Vacation, Honeymoon, Established Relationship, Husband Bruno Buccellati, Dirty talk, Vaginal sex, Oral sex, Teasing, Creampie.
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Originally posted on AO3 in 2019
Bruno and you had just got married and were going on your honeymoon. To your surprise, you had no idea where you were headed to. He remembers you once saying excitedly that, you wanted to go somewhere “tropical” and stay at those “over the water bungalows!” He thought you were so cute when you got excited about something. So he decided to surprise you with just that. He even went a step further with getting a private beach along with a private bungalow so it was just the two of you. Since he didn’t tell you where you were both going, he told you to pack summer clothes. Bruno kept shushing you whenever you’d ask for hints on where you two were headed. You felt a little anxious if you were being honest. But knowing how Bruno is, you couldn’t help but be curious and excited.
Once you arrived, you gasped in awe realizing where you were at. To be spending time with your lover in such a beautiful place made it all the more special. You felt so loved by him remembering something you had said so long ago. He never disappointed you with how sweet he was. He truly was an amazing husband...wait, husband? You’re going to have to get used to that, you thought.
You gasped at your bungalow when you got in. The ceilings were high, it was an open floor plan, everything looked very cozy and romantic.
Bruno furrowed when he noticed you were slightly panicking as you were unpacking your suitcase.
Bruno padded over to you “Amore, what's wrong?”
You looked at him and said quietly, “I..I didn’t bring a swimsuit..” He smirked at you and leaned down to kiss you adoringly. “I know and that's why I got this for you.”
He walks over to his suitcase and pulls out a red string bikini, with the smuggest look he can muster. You blush immediately, seeing how little fabric it had to cover you with. You walk over to him and hold the bikini out, slightly hesitant, saying, “Bruno..this will barely cover me...I might as well be naked.” His smile gets even wider and whispers into your ear
“That's the point, bella. You’ll look good enough to eat.”
You blush an even deeper shade of red and say, “Only for you, Bruno” with a reluctant smile.
You were about to leave to unpack the rest of your suitcase until Bruno grabs your wrist and leans down to your eye level and says, with a low voice, “You’re going to look absolutely perfect in it…I’m already getting hard just thinking about you, amore.”
Whimpering out, you get out of his hold and playfully run away because you’re too flustered to keep eye contact after his dirty talk. Bruno chuckles at your shyness.
You both continue unpacking and having a relaxing time.
A little while later when the sun wasn’t beaming onto the sand, when the sky was starting to show its pretty colors, Bruno suggests you two go out to the beach. You both got into your swimming attire, you with your revealing red string bikini...and him? He comes out with a tropical button up shirt, unbuttoned to show off his delicious caramel toned skin. He wore a simple black speedo to show off his ass and...sizeable bulge. He pairs the top with a simple silver necklace; oh he knows how to get you. You always loved him in jewelry. Something about it turned you on...the way it sits on his skin, especially his chest. How the silver contrasts with his golden skin. How the delicate chain lays on his strong and toned chest. The clinking sounds it makes when he’s fuc-
You snap out of your thoughts when Bruno says you should get going before the sun starts to set. So you grab your bag and you both head off to the beach.
With you and Bruno walking hand in hand from your bungalow, onto the soft sand of the beach, he looks at you with his sweet cerulean eyes. You notice his eyes starting to roam your body before he says, “I told you, you’d look perfect in the bikini.”
You snort and say, “Yeah well you look pretty perfect yourself..” blushing and looking at him before quickly looking away. Bruno brings the back of your hand to his lips and presses a gentle kiss onto it, so gentle and so loving that you melt from how warm he is to you. You smile at him and you can’t help but think you’re truly the luckiest girl on this planet.
You both make it to the reclined beach chairs; they have a table in the middle with a huge white umbrella on top to block out the sun. You immediately eye the drinks with the small umbrellas stuck into them. “Now this is fancy,” Bruno laughs at your silliness.
You set down your bag down and sit onto one of the reclining chairs, Bruno mimics you but chooses to lie down instead. You pick up one of the drinks and drink.
It was warm out but not hot...well...you were most certainly getting hot when you noticed how Bruno was lying down.
Bruno was lying down with his arms crossed behind his head and eyes closed as if he had no cares in the world.
His dark eyelashes sweeping over his high cheekbones. His tall nose, so strong.
His full lips forming into a gentle pout. His current position making his shirt expose more of his taut golden skin, his muscles even more flexed with his position.
His speedo was low on his hips, showing off his happy trail and V. His bulge ever so present with how small his swimsuit was.
Knowing Bruno, he definitely planned this. He knew you too well, that fact turning you on even more.
You continue to sip your drink as you forced yourself to look away and look at the gentle waves crashing onto the soft sand.
“This place is really gorgeous. It looks like it came right out of National Geographic.”
Bruno smiled up at you and says, “It is. I knew you would love it. We have the ocean back at home but it’s not like this.”
You look down at him with a slightly furrowed brow and say, “Did you want to go here as well?”
“Of course, you know I love the ocean and anywhere with you is where I want to be,amore.” He says with a loving smile.
You blush and smile at him adoringly. “I’m gonna go in the water now, are you coming?”
Bruno glances at you through his eyelashes “No, go on ahead, I’ll join you later”
With that, you sit up and kick off your sandals. You start running into the edge of the water, feeling the warm water in between your toes. You start to play in the water a little bit and splash around.
Bruno looks over to you from his lying position and chuckles at your childlikeness. If he’s honest with himself, though...he’s getting pretty turned on by your attire. By everything, actually. It’s your honeymoon, in a very romantic destination, all to yourselves. What can get better than this?
From where he is, all he can see are the curves of your ass and legs as you bend down while you try to take off some seaweed from your feet.
You look over your shoulder to see Bruno staring at you. You giggle and smile at him.
You go back to trying to get the piece of seaweed off of you.
Bruno continues staring at your form..slightly damp from playing in the water, the red string bikini he got you hugging your curves just right. It was basically just strings and small pieces of fabric to barely cover you up. Oh, how he loves how it looks on you. He’s starting to get more and more turned on as you twist your body around ever so slightly as you fiddle with the seaweed. He bites his lip at how soft your ass looks...the bikini covering just half of your ass cheeks.
Bruno couldn’t take it anymore, he gets up and walks over to you and presses his body into yours lightly as you’re still bent over.
“Mmm you really do look so good to eat, bella.” He says as he rubs his hands on your hips.
Your heart skips a beat at his suggestive aura and you stand straight to crane your neck to look up at him. He stares back into your eyes, completely and utterly enamored by you.
Bruno starts to press his body even more into yours, ever so slightly rocking his hips into your ass. You squeak when you feel him getting rock hard.
He bends down and kisses you passionately. You moan against his plump lips when you feel his tongue pushing through and you immediately open up for him. You gladly accept his hot and wet tongue moving so sensually against yours as if it were making love to yours.
You finally turn around to face him and he immediately grips onto your ass with both hands and pushes you up against his hard bulge. He breathes out against your lips saying “do you feel how hard you make me?”
You moan out loud and wrap your arms around his toned back. His hands start to roam all over your body feverishly as if he were going to explode if he didn’t touch you. Bruno stops kissing you to suck at your lower lip before staring deeply into your eyes, lidded and dark from lust.
“I want you right now,bella. I can’t wait.” He says in an almost growl.
“But we’re outside..someonemightsee us.” You slightly whine at him
Bruno chuckles at you and says with a low voice “Amore, this is a private beach, remember? Why do you think I got one for us?”
You blush deeply and squeak as he picks you up, placing one hand on your ass and the other across your back for leverage. He grabs your ass as you both head to the reclined chairs.
Bruno lies down with you on top, straddling him. You start to kiss him deeply and put your hands on his toned stomach.
You start to grind into him as both of your tongues sensually dance together. He reaches out and pulls the straps of your bikini top down to reveal your breasts. He takes both into his big hands and gropes them, then leans up to lick one of your nipples. As he’s doing this he looks at you, his tongue lewdly moving against your nipple as if to show it off. He tugs your nipple with his teeth before moving onto your other one.
Bruno leans up to kiss you; he can never get enough of your mouth.
You let out a lewd moan when he grinds up into you, perfectly grinding into your clit. You grab onto his broad shoulders for stability as he holds down onto your hips and grinds into your clit more fervently. You’re moaning into his mouth as you both share an open kiss. His hands grip harder onto your hips and start to move your hips faster against him.
You can feel just how wet you are, your folds slipping against your bikini bottoms with little effort. You’re a whining and panting mess at this point, trying to catch breaths between kisses.
Bruno notices your moans are getting louder and your nails raking his shoulders, signaling your release is on the horizon. So he stops immediately, leaving you whimpering in protest.
“Please don’t stop, Bruno”
Bruno gives you a breathless chuckle.
“Mmm not yet,tesoro. I want you to touch me first.” Bruno takes off his shirt and grabs your hand, leading it down to cup him through his speedo. You immediately grope and rub him.
Bruno lets out a low groan and bucks up into your hand.
“Bella, please, be a good girl and stop teasing. Let me see what your pretty mouth can do, hmm?”
You smile and oblige. Taking off his speedo fast, his cock bounces free, finally free from his tight speedo.
Bruno is...beautiful to say the least. His cock is thick and long, slightly darker than his body, with dark hair trailing from his abdomen to his pubis. It’s wet and hard from the grinding. Your mouth waters just looking at it.
You scoot yourself further down the chair and lower yourself to lick a thick stripe on the underside of his cock, just stopping before the head.
Bruno groans and throws his head back.
You continue to lick up his cock until he bucks up from being impatient. Then, you take his head into your mouth and swirl your tongue around it gently. Bruno moans loudly, his vocalness spurring you on to you take all of him into your mouth. You set a steady rhythm, almost reaching to the hilt. Bruno puts a hand on top of your head to encourage you to go deeper. You obey and take him deeper. He groans and grabs your head with both hands now, slowly pushing you onto him deeper and deeper. You’re moaning; you can feel your slickness dripping out of your bikini bottoms.
Bruno gathers your hair to the side to look at you as his cock disappears in your mouth. You notice this and look him in the eyes as you suck him. He’s surprised he doesn’t cum right then and there from the lewd display.
You see Bruno’s brows furrowed, mouth agape, cerulean eyes lidded and blown from lust. He’s so gorgeous like this...
He starts a faster pace for himself as he fucks your mouth. He does this for a few more thrusts and lifts you up off him, not missing the strings of saliva connecting you to him.
“You’re so good for me.”
Bruno quickly tears off your bikini bottoms.
You place his cock between your folds and in between your cheeks, perfectly curving against you. You slowly glide his cock through your folds with a roll of your hips.
He plants his hands onto your hips and whispers into your ear “Dio mio, you’re so wet. Does sucking me off really make your little pussy that wet for me?”
You moan at his dirty words and nod. Bruno didn’t always talk this dirty in bed but after you requested him to do it often, he never stopped after that, seeing how much it turned you on.
He holds onto your hips and rocks you against him until he can catch your entrance.
He tries a few times but fails and laughs, “Cara, you’re so wet, I’m slipping all over the place.”
You laugh along with him “I blame you!” He crinkles his eyes and smiles at you, kissing you sweetly.
Then he pushes you forward by gripping onto your ass with one hand and guiding his cock with the other to your entrance.
You both lock lusty eyes when he finally slides in slowly.
His eyebrows furrow at your hot tightness. You hiss at the stretch as he inches up into you.
He presses his lips to yours as he slowly rocks up into you.
You think he’s finally all the way in until he roughly thrusts the rest of his sizable cock into you.
“Ooh fuck you feel so good, so hot and tight around me. Your pussy is made for me,cara.” He rasps out, eyes lidded looking into yours. You whine and clench around him at his dirty words.
You start to bounce onto his cock independently, moaning every time it hits deep inside you, his cock sometimes grazing your cervix. Bruno bites his lip at his view of your bouncing breasts and his cock disappearing into your pussy.
He sits up and kisses you passionately, mixing his tongue with yours. He snakes his hands from your hips to your waist, then to your breasts. His big hands grope at them and pinch your nipples roughly, twisting them in between his long fingers. He grabs your right breast into his hand and sucks feverishly at your nipple. He’s breathing heavily against your flesh with the occasional moan. Bruno looks up into your eyes as he does this. You mewl and arch into his touch, your hands carding through his silky hair to push him into your breast.
He grabs onto your hips roughly and slams you down onto him. You grab onto his shoulders as he controls your pace on him.
Bruno nuzzles into your neck, sucking and licking at your heated skin, moving his mouth up to suck just underneath your ear, and licking it. He groans into your ear
“I love you. I want to fuck you like this forever.”
The two of you mash your lips together, feverishly kissing and locking tongues as you both roll against each other, completely drunk off each other.
Bruno slows his thrusts for a second to say,
“Get on your hands and knees for me, cara.”
He flexes his cock, still inside of you before you get up off of him. You turn around on the chair and spread your legs and lift your ass up. You look back at him and give him a suggestive smirk.
Bruno murmurs a string of Italian expletives as he sees your whole pussy exposed to him, seeing just how wet you are. His mouth watering at the sight; he can’t wait to taste.
Your smirk quickly drops, as he grabs your ass with both hands and licks with the flat of his tongue down from your clit up to your asshole, making you moan aloud.
Your hips squirm, making him grab onto your ass tighter and lifting your ass up even higher. His thumbs spread your labia so he can taste all of you.
His tongue traces your outer lips, then the inside, licking your labia and leaving no skin untouched.
Bruno’s tongue skillfully spreads your wetness around, strings of your slick connecting you to him when he pulls back to marvel at your exposed pussy. When he sees this he groans and furrows his eyebrows; seeing your body this turned on from him drives him crazy.
He sucks at your pussy with fervor, trying to suck and lick up all of your sweet slickness.
Bruno groans into your pussy as your hips push into his face.
He sucks at your pussy, occasionally thrusting his hot tongue into your entrance.
“Mmm amore, I love how you taste. I love how wet you are for me. You’re making a mess everywhere.”
Bruno sucks at your clit the best he can with this position.
“Oh fuck! Please, Bruno, I’m so sensitive.” You whine out.
He gives one last lick to your pussy before pulling back and slapping your ass, hard.
You moan, looking back at him. You see him completely and utterly enveloped in love and lust. His silky hair a mess, his lips swollen from biting them too much, jaw clenched, and brows furrowed. He truly is a vision like this…
You’re pulled out of your thoughts when he thrusts back into you, already pounding into you at a fast pace. You wail, arching your back even further, hands gripping the chair and whatever you can reach for stability as he pounds into you with abandon.
You hear his necklace clinking, the sound you love as he fucks you hard.
“B-Bruno you’re going to make me cum!” You whine out as your arms give out from under you, making your face press against the chair.
Stopping his thrusts he leans down to your ear “Not yet, I want to see your sweet face when you cum for me.” You clench around him; you almost cum right then and there.
Bruno feels this so he pulls out and grabs you to turn you over so he can lay on top of you.
Bruno’s face is so close to yours, you can feel his hot breath on your face, his deep cerulean eyes filled with passion and love for you. He looks at you as if you’re the most precious thing in the world to him, which you are. His kisses are always passionate and always leave you melting and wanting more.
Spreading your thighs wider as he kisses you, he guides his cock to your entrance once again. He pushes in slowly, He wants to draw this out as long as he can handle.
His resolve falters when you squeeze around him purposefully, a sweet moan eliciting from his full lips. He flexes his cock inside of you to reply to your squeeze. You giggle and he smiles, kissing you sweetly as if to say ‘I love you’.
He slowly thrusts into you, not quite reaching to the hilt, to your dismay. So you wrap your legs around his waist to push him deeper. He notices this and doesn’t comply; instead, he grabs the back of your thighs and presses them against your chest, his hips still keeping his slow pace.
He’s driving you crazy with how slow he’s going, you whimper out “please stop..”
“Stop what, cara?” His face is smug; of course he knows what you want.
“Do you want me to stop fucking you?” His hips still and he pulls out completely, his hands still on the back of your thighs to hold you down.
You buck your hips the best you can.
“No! Please...Bruno, don’t stop.” You whimper out.
“Please what? What is it that you want?” He looks so smug. Bruno knew you always had a hard time voicing your feelings out loud. You were so shy when he made you say what you want in bed.
He was staring deeply into your eyes and reading your face, He loved to make you squirm. “Tesoro, you have to say what you want, yes? Is it my cock you want? Hmm?”
You nod “y-yes..” Bruno goes in to kiss and suck your neck, leaving more marks.
He whispers in your ear “Then be a good girl and say it for me.”
You whine out “I want you..”
“Mmm want what? You have to use your words or else I won’t know what you want.”
He pulls back and rubs his cock head on your clit.
“Bruno, please..I-” You’re cut off when he pushes the head in a little bit, teasing you further.
“Say it, you know I can leave you like this.” Bruno is still keeping his resolve even though he’s about to explode. He’s ever so smug while teasing you, waiting for your response.
You can’t take any more of his teasing; at this point you don’t care about being shy. The only thing you care about right now is that he fucks you into oblivion.
“Fuck me, Bruno” You whimper out.
“Hmm? What was that? I didn’t hear you, speak up,cara.”
“Please, fuck me...I want to feel you, I want you to cum inside me, Bruno..please fuck me.” Your imploring eyes looking up at him.
He groans and he finally complies, Immediately slamming into you as he grabs the back of your thighs for leverage. You scream out, your hands going to hold the back of his on your thighs.
He’s pounding you so hard into the chair, that you feel the chair sinking into the soft sand.
You’re already close from all the teasing and building up. You’re moaning with abandon and clenching around him.
“You’re already about to cum? Does my cock feel that good inside you, cara?” He groans out.
“Yes! I love your cock! You’re gonna make me cum!” He growls at this, determined to make you cum hard.
He stops for a second to put down your legs and wrap his arms up underneath you, so he can hold you close.
Bruno angles his hips just right, hitting your spot over and over as your moans get higher each time he hits it.
“Tesoro, look at me when you cum.”
You nod and stare into his blown out cerulean eyes. All you hear is the lewd sounds of skin slapping against each other, pants and moans, not a care in the world, but each other.
You’re so close to cumming, and so is he.
You can tell by how much he’s straining against you, trying to hold out until you cum.
He’s hitting your sweet spot over and over.
“Cum for me, il mio cuore, mia moglie, ti amo.”
His words push you over the edge, clenching hard on his cock.
You’re screaming out his name, eyebrows furrowing, mouth wide open, the look of pure ecstasy.
You feel electricity all throughout your body as your body shakes in his hands, all the while locking eyes with him, as he demanded.
Bruno cums immediately when he sees how hard he made you cum. His hips stutter and slam into you as he cums, moaning after each wave of his orgasm, painting your inner walls with his cum. He cums so much, some of it leaks out as he’s still going through the last waves of his orgasm.
His hips slowly falter and collapse on top of you.
You stroke his hair lovingly.
He lifts his head up to leave a chaste kiss on your lips.
Bruno pulls back to look into your eyes.
Your eyes always tell him your feelings, you love him so much and would do anything for him and he sees that.
He smiles at the thought.
“I love you, mio marito.” You say as you kiss his nose.
“Ti amo, mia moglie.”
He lifts up off of you and pulls out. You feel so empty without him, you wish you could stay like this forever but reality sets in when you feel sticky.
“We made a mess,tesoro,” Bruno says as he sees his cum coming out of you and onto the chair.
“We can at least clean ourselves up, right?” You say while looking at him demurely.
Bruno knows what you’re hinting at and he could never resist you.
You realize the sun is about to set, leaving a beautiful haze of colors. “We better get back before it gets dark.” You say as you’re searching for your bikini.
Bruno quickly dresses up before you and helps you get dressed, then he swoops you up in his arms, bridal style.
Sometimes you forget how strong he really is, making you squirm from him carrying you as if you were a feather.
Sticky Fingers grabs the rest of your belongings as Bruno runs with you in his arms back to your private bungalow where you can both “clean up”.
Hello! I hope your day is going well!~ I’d like to request headcanons for Bucciarati’s gang kissing headcanons, similar to what you did for La Squadra. Feel free to skip this if needed and remember, don’t overwork yourself. Anyways goodbye!!💖
Hello! Thank you so much for the request and well-wishes. I hope your day has been amazing and that you enjoy these!
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Kiss Headcanons
Bucciarati
Bucciarati kisses you with a false confidence that makes your knees weak – gently holding your waist and massaging circles against your skin.
He doesn’t let many know but he feels as though he bluffs his way through much of life. Being in the mafia so young stole many of his natural experiences.
He pretends to know what he’s doing each time he brings you close and, even if you know the truth, he makes it impossible to doubt.
There’s a reverence in the way he gazes into your eyes before kissing you. It can make you believe you’re the only person in the world.
He enjoys kissing you at all times though he has a special fondness for when the ocean can be your backdrop or when he can lean over the back of your chair.
Fugo
Fugo kisses you with a tremble in his touch and far too much emotion in his lips. He feels everything too intensely.
He becomes easily overwhelmed by being with you. Sometimes, his kisses come impulsively as a way to focus on one thing rather than everything.
He won’t wax poetry to you but he hopes you can feel what he wants to share with you through his actions instead.
You’ll know when he wants physical attention. It isn’t a constant but rather a rarity when he sidles closer than normal.
He prefers to keep his personal things away from the prying eyes of others and equally balanced between both parties.
Abbacchio
Abbacchio kisses you fast and hard, one hand knotted in the back of your hair, because he’s scared to let his thoughts catch up with him.
He doubts himself. There’s nothing he does that he doesn’t regret – he refuses to allow himself to overthink this.
Sometimes he worries that your touch has become an addiction. He craves so much of you. Kissing gives him a relief he can’t even understand himself.
Initiating something will always turn him red and flustered. He breaks away in embarrassment before returning.
Affection is something he prefers to show in private and in those moments, he favours little more than having you in his lap.
Narancia
Narancia kisses you with a determination unmatched as he wraps you in his arms and pulls you close against his body.
To kiss you in the way he does, his trust in you is great and his loyalty to you will be unmatched. There’s no doubting it.
He wants to draw things out and make them romantic but often he finds his sense of urgency outweighs everything else and he forgets all plans.
If he messes up the kiss by doing something he thinks is wrong – if he makes you laugh or if he knocks your teeth together – he takes a while to forgive himself.
He doesn’t care where he kisses you but if he had to choose a favourite time, it would be late in the night when nobody should be awake.
Mista
Mista mixes kisses with cheesiness, mingling jokes and passion with ease. He runs his hands along your sides and smiles, unable to stop himself.
He’s eager to slip his fingers beneath your clothes. There’s something exciting about the feeling of bare skin that gets his heart racing.
He feels little shame in showing affection. In his mind, there’s no reason to be embarrassed when he gets to hold you close.
Enjoying life as it is – that’s what he wants to do. When the urge to pull you close hits him, he doesn’t think it through anymore than that.
He likes having you slightly above him, lifted onto a counter with your legs around his waist. Even if it leads to nothing more, it’s something he enjoys.
Giorno
Giorno kisses you and he tastes like honey and sunshine. He savors every moment as he caresses your cheek softly.
His touch is as soft as the flowers he tucks behind your ear before he brings his lips to your own, the briefest brush of contact as he passes by.
He’s simultaneously charismatic and awkward yet you see only the former when it comes to wooing you.
Being with you helps to ground him. He gets caught up in his ideals and his dreams – you remind him of where he is in the moment.
He prefers to kiss you softly when nobody is looking and you’re least expecting it. The expression on your face nurtures the love in his heart.
Ohhh good choice! Bucciarati surely is a popular fella among requesters, I can see why 😏
Link to main event :)
💀 How would they react to meeting their S/O's parents?
You'll be just fine, my friend. Bruno is a gentleman at heart, he's refined, and knows how to get people to like him easily. There's this sort of aura around him that just lets you know he's a good person.
So, even though the perspective of meeting your parents still worries him slightly, he will not let his uncertainty show no matter what. Bucciarati will ask you multiple questions about your parents in order to plan everything he is going to say or do.
He will be incredibly polite and gentle, he won't get touchy with you and will make a couple of compliments here and there, but not too much, in order not to make them think that he's just doing it to please them.
He'll insist on helping in the kitchen or in any other way possible, he'll make sure to show them his best traits and ambitions maybe leaving the mafia part out, to prove them that he's worthy of you.
But he'll also make sure to show interest in them and avoid making the conversation solely about him, balance is key.
🍭How easy is it to fluster them?
Quite hard, I won't be lying to you. Bruno the type of person that rarely ever loses his cool and composure, he finds enjoyment in provoking and flirting with you, rather than being the one who is getting teased.
Even if you tried to get him flustered, it will be no easy job for sure, because there is a very high chance that he will:
A- tell you it's not the appropriate time if you're on a mission.
B- tease you back, which is going to most likely end with you falling for your own trap.
If you really want to see him embarrassed, you'll have to wait until the two of you are alone, preferably at home. Maybe he's coming back from a long day of work and is feeling tired.
He might be too exhausted to keep up with your flirting, and something a bit more provocative could lead to some blush on his cheeks~
This is going to be one the few Fics I will post for now to show my writing :) I hope you enjoy this!
Tw: Self-doubt thoughts and things of that nature
Today has been another slow day. Bruno had a meeting. It was so boring around the house without him. Deciding to wait it out you grabbed the breakfast he made and heated it up. Grabbing a drink, you sat down on the couch and turned on the tv. While eating you wondered where Bruno was going to take you. You understood he was busy. Being a mafioso couldn’t have been easy, let alone being a capo for the mafia. But nonetheless, you were excited to see what the night had in store for the both of you. The more you thought about it the more you were excited. But those stupid thoughts just had to come back. You absolutely hated them. You couldn’t help but feel worthless. You didn’t deserve his love. You didn’t know why these thoughts had to keep coming back. Trying to force them down, you go to put your plate away, attempting to be productive. You just felt so… unworthy. You knew it wasn’t true, but you couldn’t stop the thoughts from overflowing. You couldn’t stop a few tears from cascading down your face, dripping onto your shirt, leaving little wet spots on the fabric. You wiped the remaining tears from your face, trying to stop crying but to no avail. The tears kept on flowing as sobs force their way out of your throat.
“Y/n,are you okay?” At the call of your name, you desperately wipe your face, trying to hide the fact that you were just crying. You knew who it was. You could never mistake his beautiful voice with anyone else's.
“I heard crying and came to ch-” The voice stopped mid sentence. You turned to see Bruno standing in the doorway with a look of concern plastered all over his face. He walks over to you and kneels down, putting his hands on either side of your face. He takes his thumbs and wipes the remaining tears away. You can feel more build up. Blinking repeatedly, you tried to force them back down. Bruno noticed that and put his arms around you, engulfing you in a hug.
You throw yourself against him, burying your face into his shoulder. You loved the way he held you. It made you feel so protected and warm. You knew he was there and loved you.
Hearing Bruno call your name you look up, meeting his beautiful blue eyes. His eyes still show concern. Holding eye contact he moves one of his hands to the side of your face, cradling your cheek lovingly.
“Why were you crying? Did something happen?” He moves his hand to your forehead brushing hair out of the way and leans in, placing a kiss there.
“It’s stupid. It’s nothing, really!” You try to convince him. He would think you were over-reacting.
“Baby. If it upset you then it’s not stupid.It won’t ever be. You can tell me.”
You pause. “I just…kinda feel like I don’t deserve you…Why would you love me?” You say, avoiding eye contact. You hear him make a noise of acknowledgement. But other than that it’s silent.
“Bambina look at me.” Bruno says a bit sternly. You look him in the eyes a bit hesitantly.
“You mean so much to me and I'm so sorry I made you feel like you weren’t important. The moment I have more free time off from work, let’s go out. You and me. I’ll make this up to you. I love you so much Y/n. Never forget that.”
You throw yourself into his arms once again, repeating over and over that you love him. You kiss him on the lips, him reciprocating. He moves you onto the couch telling you to lie down. He brings out blankets. Before you can ask him what he’s doing he’s already out of the room and in the kitchen. You get up to go see what he’s doing. He’s holding a pot. He turns to look at you, a smile on his face. He playfully reprimands you. Telling you it’s a surprise and if you keep watching you’ll spoil it. You smile and go to sit back down. After a few minutes he comes back in with two mugs.
“It smells really good, what is it?” you ask, grabbing the mug closest to you. He simply smiles and tells you to guess. By the first taste you know exactly what it is. It’s your favorite tea. You love him so much. He does so much for you. You are so happy to have him as your significant other.
Out of boredom admin sav and I gave each other challenges. We went to the library and gave each other random books to base headcanons off of. Mine was ‘The Shark Caller’. This ended up being a cute fantasy I really want now (minus the shark). Anyways, enjoy! - admin sar
SFW Headcanons: Bucciarati x Reader going on a vacation
Bucci being hella rich from mafia money, would splurge some of it on treating you to a romantic trip to the Maldives. Because why not? you totally deserve a break and so does he. Passione can last a few days without him (hopefully)
He books one of those overwater villas where the floor is made of glass and you can see the ocean life underneath.
During the trip he switches off his phones and gives you his undivided attention
The two of you get hella nice couples spa massages, which is good for bucci because he is so stressed from work :(
You both also sunbathe on the beach. He will offer to put sunscreen on your body and mutter “bella” or “mio tesoro” while doing so. He also enjoys feeling your hands covering his body with sunscreen.
He would love to treat you to a candlelight dinner with Sri Lankan food at a nice restaurant while watching the sunset.
Adding onto culture, talking to locals and getting to understand the Sri Lankan culture would also be on his list. He’d try to do this by taking you to local art markets.
The last thing on his list is to go scuba diving. The two of you go diving into the ocean and see a beautiful array of plants and fish.
Clumsy you accidentally cut yourself while trying to touch a coral. You panic as you see the blood floating out. Bucci tries to control the situation, but it is too late.
A frenzied shark approaches the two of you. Our favorite bob cut man yells out “STICKY FINGERS” with his stand appearing. Zip zap and away goes the shark. (just pretend this isnt a jojos episode where the shark would have a stand too)
You had CALLED THE SHARK simply because of a small mistake creating a stressful situation for Bucci, which is the last thing you wanted. You tell Bucci this. Bucci tells you your safety is important to him and kisses your forehead.
