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itjazzbicch · 1 year

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Beautiful Liar

Pairing: Bruno Bucciarati x Fem Reader

Summary: Trying to deny her true feelings about Bucciarati, Bucciarati decides to call the reader on her bluff after she avoids everyone, especially him, after he becomes capo...

Warnings: Swearing, SMUT (18+ ONLY! MINORS DNI! oral f receiving, unprotected sex)

First time writing for JoJo's and Bucciarati, as he is my favorite JoJo's character! I hope I did well and you all enjoy!

Word Count: 2.1k

I DO NOT OWN THIS GIF

I couldn’t stand getting all dolled up just to be somewhere I didn’t feel like being.

Of course, Bucciarati became Capo, our crew was celebrating and at least I had a nice view. Italy was such a beautiful place, night sky filled of stars, city lights in the distance from this rooftop bar.

Sitting alone at the bar, a glass of wine in hand, I let my mind wonder, gazing at the view till I heard a soft voice:

“What are you doing sitting all alone?”

Bucciarati.

“What? Am I bothering you?” Finding him in the corner of my eye, he was never a fan of my attitude, leaning against the bar:

“Can’t even have some fun, can you?”

It wasn’t that I didn’t like Bucciarati. It was because I liked him. I couldn’t open up and face my own feelings. Any word and tone towards him came out as envy. Thankfully, I did get some amusement from it.

“Can a ragazza just enjoy a glass of wine?” Taking a sip, it amazed me how he dealt with me, still being kind:

“Nothing wrong with that. I just don’t think it’s fair that everyone else is having fun and you’re all alone with that scowl on your face.”

“I am just fine,” I smiled sarcastically at him, but he was persistent that I get out of that seat:

“Don’t be like that. How about a dance?”

“I’m not a dancer,” I lied, turning my head, but still listening as he assumed:

“Let me guess, you’re in one of your moods because I’m officially capo.”

“Don’t make me laugh,” I snickered softly, still not looking at him, even when he said:

“It wouldn’t surprise me. You’ve always envied me and why, may I ask?”

“Envy you?” This time I made sure I locked eyes, his blue eyes glimmering with his smile:

“You heard me.”

“I could care less that you are capo, now,” I wasn’t letting him win this little argument, going to leave it at that, but seizing when I felt his arm wrap around my hip, getting close enough to whisper:

“Then what is it, amore?”

I was never the type to be left speechless, getting lost in a void, feeling his warmth against me, even stronger in his hand that was on my hip, his scent filling me with a lust I’ve never experienced.

“I see now,” He always took the opportunity to laugh at me when it was presented, knowing exactly how I was feeling, “You are the type to run away from the truth.”

“And just what is that truth, hm?” I couldn’t keep sitting there looking dumb, making the mistake of looking into those blue eyes that sent me deeper into that void:

“Isn’t it obvious? Besides, Mista have told me more times than I can count.”

“That damn asshole,” I growled silently under my breath, trying to contain composure, speaking up this time, “And you believe that childish man?”

“There you, go running from the truth again,” Laughing at me again, he started to test me himself, voice growing to a deep whisper into my ear, “It doesn’t matter anyways. I already know the truth, amore.”

The way he called me amore made my thighs squeeze together, the heat in my cheeks from my wine growing, naturally leaning into him.

He was almost hypnotic and it put me into a slight panic. Should I take the opportunity in this moment? Or do what exactly what he said, run from the truth?

“What do you know, Bucciarati?” I scoffed, something inside of me wouldn’t let him break me that easily, but I was pushed right to the edge.

“You are such a beautiful liar,” The tension just kept rising with every word he spoke, chills down my spine and that’s when something in me changed.

I was a mafioso! Some little crush wasn’t going to turn me into someone timid. Glancing to the guys, they were all distracted and so?

With a smack of my lips, I gulped down the rest of my wine, taking his hand and leaving my seat, guiding him to the elevator.

“Y/N?” Curious, but still following me, I let him know exactly what I was doing.

“You offered a dance. So,” I had the most confident smirk on my face that made his eyes light up while twirling into him inside of the elevator, making sure the door shut before I kissed, “Let’s dance.”

It became so clear how much tension the both of us had built up inside, shattering with the clash of our lips, every touch and move exceeding anything I ever fantasized about, pushing my chest against his, hand full of his suit jacket when his hand slid up my thigh, pulling our hips together to feel his hardening bulge.

Every time the elevator beeped, I grew more impatient, nearly dragging him out of the elevator when we finally got to the floor of my room.

I didn’t want to stop for a single second, tongues dancing all the way to the edge of my bed, ready to strip till he palmed my lower back, stroking my cheek:

“Slow down, amore. You’re so impatient.”

“Can you blame me?” I finally breathed in, breaking out in goosebumps at his fingertips sliding the strap of my dress off my shoulder:

“I understand, but there’s no need to move so quickly. Your capo just wants the time to adore you beauty.”

“Sí, capo,” I hummed softly at the kiss he left along my neck, unzipping my dress, eyes falling down to the floor with it, taking his good time to see me in just my heels and panties.

For a change, I followed his lead, moonlight peaking through the windows illuminating those gorgeous blue eyes when he took me by the chin, a kiss guiding me back onto the bed.

My heart was beating like normal, but so hard against my chest with his hand sliding down my neck and all over my breasts, nearly moaning already at his fingers rolling my nipple, licking along my ear:

“With all of this beauty, I’m taking my time.”

His words surely tamed my impatience. Just that alone prepared me to be in bed with him for some time.

Closing my eyes softly and submerging into a new world, letting out the soft moans that were building up as his kisses lead down my neck, finding my breasts and making sure to give each their fair share of attention, from soft bites to hard sucks on my nipples that made me squirm a little.

Every nerve was tingling more and more the further down he went, lace panties between his teeth and yanking them away, eyes locked on his physique as his suit jacket was thrown off, spreading my legs wide and upward, watching his tongue slide across his upper lip:

“I want to savor every single taste. Maybe this will take all that bad, sassy mood away.”

“B-Bruno,” One single, broad lick along my clit had me whining, swirling around it having my legs shake, throwing my head back into the pillows when he started sucking.

He formed a tighter grip on my thighs as I began to shake more, taking handfuls of the sheets at a swift lick downward, tongue pushing in and flicking at my walls, then taking me with a mouthful, the pressure at my clit making my legs fight his grip, starting to close his head in.

“R-Right there!” I let my body do as it wanted, beginning to grind against his face, arching at the groan that came from deep in his chest, whining as his strength pushed my legs back down to the mattress, keeping them pinned as he simply devoured me.

Needing no words, only staring throwing his bangs, knowing the blissful state I was in, making sure that I didn’t have even a second to catch a breath, instantly having me come undone, a smile visible even while buried between my legs, mouth wide open against me and licking up the slick from my orgasm.

“See all the good things you can get when your patient, hm?”

Of course, he had to take the time to poke at me, leaving a few kisses along my thighs, but my eyes were focused on what I couldn’t see, only seeing his hands go below his waist.

“Gonna make me wait more?” Not that I was even worried, taking deep breaths and silencing as he kneeled onto the bed, me being the one to admire his body.

Those sexy tattoos, abs so tone and defined, not to mention the impressiveness of his cock, all of the air I took in taken away from it.

“Why do you ask? Is there something else you want?”

I really wasn’t in the mood for the teasing now, especially with him between my legs, slapping his cock against my skin softly.

“You know exactly what I want,” My eyes shot off an intense glare, but I wasn’t getting what I wanted so easily.

“Oh, that?” He smirked, running his tip through my folds, slapping my clit and having my lip trapped between my teeth, “Is that what you want, amore?”

“Don’t be like that, Bruno,” I pouted, closing my eyes and taking in the pleasure that it did give off, hiding the moans from his tip circling my entrance, rubbing my folds softly.

“I Can’t give you what you want if you don’t tell me,” I could feel his smile again as he placed kisses at my neck and cheek, finally giving him what he wanted, voice so sweet as I told him:

“I want you, Bruno. I want you inside of me already. Please.”

“Good girl,” Nibbling on my ear and easing his cock into me at the same time made me gasp so hard, his girth a lot to take, walls spasming around him already.

“Merda!” Biting my lip again, I looked to see that I haven’t even taken half of him, soft thrusts helping me adjust.

“Shh, I have you,” I loved that he knew how to tend to me so well, guiding my arms around his neck, a hand running through his hair, whispering to him:

“I just never had someone like you.”

“And you’ll never have someone like me again,” His confidence wasn’t just for show, hooking my legs over the button of his inner elbows, pushing forward and with a quick thrust, feeding me all of his cock.

I never moaned in such a filthy way, panting at the quick thrusts he gave, hearing our wet skin every other thrust as he bottomed me out.

Those moans only grew more filthy and loud, pushing forward so our foreheads could meet, nose nuzzling so I could hear his coo:

“Only your capo.”

“Only you, Bruno!” All the mental blocks I had built were broken down to crumbles, finally letting go of every thought I’ve ever had about him, “I only want you, capo!”

“I always knew,” He chuckled softly, lifting his head some and somehow, I knew to find his eyes, teary from the searing burn of pleasure, but held our gaze, “Gonna let me feel you cuming all over me, amore?”

“Y-Yess!” I cried out, head suddenly snapping back, walls pulling him even deeper any time he pulled back a little, a ram of his hips smacking right into my sweet spot, keeping pressure against my clit and cervix, “I’m cuming!”

His forehead fell to mine with a groan rumbling in his chest, thrusts not stopping, but a bit languid as we both felt the death grip I had on his cock, entire body squirming, nails scratching at his back as my hips jerked upward, feeling the squelch of slick making a mess all over our thighs.

“Brava, ragazza,” He mumbled with a soft smile, kissing along with rolls of his hips, “So tight and wet, all for me.”

“You’re just so damn good,” I huffed, hugging his head and moaning at the throbs of his cock, damning him, “Cazzo, Bruno.”

He could only chuckle at that, releasing my legs and pulling me into a warm embrace, “See what you could’ve had sooner if you weren’t such a liar?”

“The beautiful liar that you mentioned earlier?” I shot back, meeting his gaze to see a pure smile this time, shining my own confidence, “There will be no lying about how I feel. You’re mine, capo.”

His smile showed that he proud that I finally owned up to my feelings, being my confident self again, even if I still had some sass, kissing softly, “Now that’s my, ragazza.”

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whos-hotter-jjba · 1 month

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JoBro Showdown - Final Round

#i knew araki likes his italians #but every brojo on the final being italian was something i didnt expect #but it makes sense theyre all so hot #and FUCK i cant choose #fuck im in a caesar vibe because im writing battle tendency fic BUT bucciarati is so pretty BUT gyro was my blorbo for a while and aaaaa #caesar zeppeli #bruno bucciarati #gyro zeppeli #battle tendency #vento aureo #golden wind #steel ball run #jojo no kimyou na bouken #jojo's bizarre adventure #jjba #who's hotter jjba #jobro mini tournament

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coochellati · 3 months

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I want Bruno to pin me down and unzip my body so that I am split up into a bunch of different body parts. Then I want him to fuck me while I remained detached from myself, my head propped up on a chair so I can watch.

#bruno bucciarati #bruno buccellati #bruno bucciarati x reader #bruno buccellati x reader #jjba golden wind #this literally happens in the fic i wrote #I still want it to happen though #jjba x reader #f/o thirst post

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moon-lv3r · 10 months

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bucci gang when you tell them you’re on your period ~

🦋 category: chatfic, x afab!reader (pronouns aren’t used with the exception of mista’s slide)

🦋 characters: bucciarati, abbacchio, mista, narancia, fugo, giorno, trish

🦋 summary: in which reader is on their period and the first thing they do, message their s/o !

🦋 warnings: idk man maybe cringe?

🦋 notes: a little filler post as i write some more fics while dying in my mountain of projects. totally wasn’t trying to promote one of my newest favourites movie 20th century girl hehehehe (watch it pls)

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brunosbambina · 1 year

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Amore in Bora Bora

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.

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”.

#bruno bucciarati #bruno buccellati #bruno buccellati x reader #bruno bucciarati x reader #bucciarati x reader #fanfiction #jojo part 5 #jjba #jojo vento aureo #fanfic #buccellati x reader #jjba x reader #jjba fanfic #ao3 works #jjba smut #smut fanfiction #my work #this was my first ever fic back in 2019 on ao3 so apologies for how bad it is. I just didn't want to edit it and show its full basic glory #this is also my first real post on tumblr so forgive me if this looks ugly af like idk what im doing so

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fuckmachine42069 · 7 months

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hey y’all i spent way too long working on this instead of working on college work but i hope y’all luv it

idk what the au really would be but go watch in the mood for love and just like understand my vision pls

#jjba #jojo fanart #golden wind #fanart #jojo abbachio #leone abbacchio #bruabba #bruno buccellati #bruno bucciarati #abbabru #golden wind au #bruabba au #transfem abbachio #fem!abbachio #could eventually be a fic i write but idk #jojos bizzare adventure golden wind #jojos bizarre adventure

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abellaheart-blog · 1 year

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Bucci gang x Reader Headcanons

Baking Their S/o A Valentines Surprise

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Giorno Giovanna

Giorno would do his best to impress you so he's baking you a four tier double chocolate cake with valentines sprinkle's

He would plan out the sweet treat a week ahead to make sure he bought the best ingredients on the market

He's really good at baking and decorating desserts

He spent two days creating this lovely cake for you

He'll wear a cute pink floral apron with ladybug oven mitts

He got you a gift bag full of items you've had your eyes on for months

Giorno would wear a nice suit since he'd take you to a garden date after you both enjoy the cake

When presenting the cake to you he has a smile on his face and he went above and beyond by growing a vase of red roses too

Your glowing smile made all the time and effort he put into this surprise for you worth it

If you comment how delicious the cake is his eyes gleam with joy as he gives you a charming smile and kiss to your forehead

Narancia Ghirga

Narancia isn't the best cook but he can bake cookies, cakes, and brownies easily. He'll decide to bake you some vanilla cupcakes decorated in pink frosting and topped with conversation heart candies

He'd be rapping while listening to loud rap on his stereo. He'd dance as he's waiting for the cupcakes to bake or cool down.

Since you're not home he'd grab his gift he bought you from a music store. He'll have it ready for you by the cupcakes.

As he is decorating he's hoping for a hug and kiss from you

Once you're home you're greeted by an eager Narancia with a tower of Valentines cupcakes. His lips are puckered up causing you to giggle and kiss him. He combed his hair and wore cologne for you! He's so cute.

He'll watch as you enjoy your cupcake opening his gift for you

Your appreciation means a lot to him so he's so happy when you give him a hug

He's taking you on a movie date so he hopes you're ready for junk food and a movie together

Bruno Bucciarati

Of course he'd be a good baker. He'd bake your favorite type of cake then decorate it in a lovely Valentines theme topping it with a heart shaped store bought cookie

The man may be a capo but he made time for you since its Valentines day

He'll wear a zipper themed apron and his hair is in a bun as he is working on your cake. Smooth jazz is playing on his record player as he thinks about you. He misses you so much.

His apron is pretty dirty since he made you dinner too. He was sure to make your favorite meal. This man will surprise you with a romantic candle lit dinner with wine glasses and rose petals.

As he waits for the cakes to cool down he gets ready for you. He'll wear a suit and put his best suit on. He wants to impress you so of course he is going above and beyond.

After he is done getting ready the zipper apron is back on and he decorates while his stand cleans up the kitchen

The moment you arrive home Bruno greets you in the sweetest tone with a pet name. As your eyes widen at such a surprise his smile radiates the room.

You're no match against his arms wrapping around you. You thank him for everything with kiss.

He pushes your chair in for you and starts serving you the food he made. He's sure to remind you to leave room for the cake he made you. Your eyes light up seeing your favorite food and such a marvelous cake.

Bruno is happy to see you enjoy his cooking and the slice of cake he served you. You thank him with lots of kisses

Guido Mista

This man is a foodie and sure loves to cook. He will take inspiration from circus animal cookies and recreate them into heart shaped cookies for you. He'll top them with Valentine's sprinkles.

He thought cookies would be best so the leftovers could be easily saved in a cookie jar for later

He's got a chef hat and red zebra print apron whistling as he listens to the radio.

It takes him time to coat the cookies in the melted chocolate but he knows they'll turn out fine

After he is done decorating he'll write you a note, "Happy Valentines, sweetheart I baked you cookies. I'll be in the living room shortly. I have snacks and a movie waiting for you. Be there in a bit. Your man Mista-"

He takes a shower making sure he chose an expensive body wash. He wants cuddles after all

You try some cookies once you arrive home. His note didn't go unnoticed so you head to the living room.

You soon see Mista standing in front of you in a new pair of striped pants. He's shirtless with his arms out wide open for you.

As you're in his arms be sure to compliment him or fondle him. He loves it. He'll hold you in his arms as you both watch movies together.

If you thank him for the cookies or praise his baking he kisses your forehead and sweetly tells you, "Happy Valentines, love you babe"

Fugo Pannacotta

Fugo will choose a difficult dessert such as macaroons but he planned it a week prior so he's prepared

He will want them to be perfect! The heart shapes must be perfect too. He'll even give you three different fillings for each! If the heart shaped macaroons aren't symmetrical then he will redo them as many times as it takes

He bakes in the cutest red strawberry print apron with a small low ponytail showing off his strawberry earrings in the process. He'll also have the cutest matching baking mittens too.

He will read a book as he waits for them to bake and cool down

He'll think of different imagines of you reacting to your surprise. Murmuring responses to himself. "Yes belleza all for you!", "Oh you like my macaroons? What's that? A kiss?"

His favorite are secretly the beige colored macaroons with the red roses and lettering filled with, "I love you". He loves his handwriting and gets bashful about telling you he loves you

He'll neatly place them on a strawberry plate beside a large vase of flowers for you. He'll make sure they're your favorite type of flowers

When you arrive home and see the surprise he has such a pleased expression. His smile is super humble upon hearing your compliments. He hopes you kiss him.

If you do he starts to get love drunk. Half lidded purple eyes with a visible small blush.

He's so happy seeing your reactions to the flowers and dessert he made you

You two will watch a movie together while enjoying the macaroons.

Leone Abbacchio

Abbacchio isn't much of a cook but he's decent when he wants to be. His baking skills are decent too. He desired to make the cookies because acts of service are his love language. He'll decide to make you sugar cookies

He'll make a small batch of the cookies decorating them in a nightmare before Christmas theme. He wants to be a little romantic and reference the couple from the movie. He hopes you understand the implication. He is a man of few words after all

His hair is in a ponytail as he bakes. He won't wear an apron but he will listen to music as he bakes and decorates the cookies

It took him quite a bit of time to decorate so he sure hopes you enjoy them.

He plans to take you to a restaurant when you arrive home

When you arrive and compliment or thank him he's eating up the attention. He will smile if he receives affection from you.

He got you a black rose and compliments you

If he see's you enjoy one he'll be happy. He isn't as into sweets so he won't try one

He'll undo his ponytail and ask you to get ready to go out. He's surprising you with your favorite restaurant

Trish Una

She decides to bake you some pink sugar cookies bars with cream cheese frosting and valentine's sprinkle's.

She has a very girly pink apron with her stereo playing her favorite CD. She sing's along as she bakes. Her sweet voice is so beautiful as she sings.

She'll have a big smile on her face as she thinks about you. She'll ever so often look over to the gift bag she has ready for you. It will have two expensive presents inside

She decides to bake you some pink sugar cookies bars with cream cheese frosting and valentine's sprinkle's.

She has a very girly pink apron with her stereo playing her favorite CD. She sing's along as she bakes. Her sweet voice is so beautiful as she sings.

She'll have a big smile on her face as she thinks about you. She'll ever so often look over to the gift bag she has ready for you. It will have two expensive presents inside

Trish will start singing about romance as she is frosting the cookie bars. She touches up her makeup and changes into a sexy dress.

Her lovely green eyes light up upon hearing you arrive at the door. She greets you by serenading you. She's feeling flirty if you get bashful or in a romantic mood. She will give you a kiss and direct you to her surprise.

Any response from you gives her joy. If you compliment her look she'll want affection. She'll love to see your reaction to the presents she bought you. If you greet her with a bouquet or gift she'll kiss and hug you as thanks

Afterwards you two are going to a high end restaurant in her limo

#buccigang x reader #trish una x reader #trish x reader #team bucciarati x reader #bruno bucciarati x reader #giorno giovanna x reader #narancia ghirga x reader #guido mista x reader smut #fugo pannacotta x reader #leone abbacchio x reader #valentine’s fic #bucci gang headcanon #not my divider

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komoreibi · 2 years

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first dates with bucciarati, narancia, and fugo (gn!reader)

bruno bucciarati

you expected this but...

bucciarati is a gentleman so ofc he’s gonna bring you on the perfect date

he picks you up at a good time,

opens the car door for you,

and drives you to a fancy high class restaurant in his car.

(btw his car smells so good it smells like new car but also like him and his perfume i bet he uses something expensive idrk perfume)

hes so gentlemanly im in love

so this restaurant.

there’s a live band playing some background music,

there’s a nice candlelit table for you two to sit at,

the waiters are so professional and attentive,

bucciarati also ordered a super expensive red wine to share between the two of you

the vibe is seriously just lovely.

ALSO HE GIFTS YOU A RED ROSE AAAA

bucciarati is literally just filling all the cliche gentleman things ok

idrk what else to say, it’s just a wonderful date and when you’re not eating, the two of you are chatting and staring into each others eyes without a care in the world

ya know, chin resting on palm kinda shit

you forget you’re at a fancy restaurant because you just keep wanting to get to know more about this guy!

anyways, the restaurant eventually has to close so the two of you drive back

i also hc bucci has a really high tolerance so he can drive fine with this amount of wine

and he walks you back to the front door of your apartment.

but right before he goes, he takes your hand in his, lifting it and placing a little kiss to your knuckle.

“buona notte e sogni d’oro, amore mio.”

good night and sweet dreams, my love

narancia ghirga

narancia almost couldn’t sleep last night while thinking about your date today!

definitely asked the other guys for date advice (not that they’re much more experienced than him)

he shows up to your house (a little late) with a small bouquet of flowers he picked up on the way and a blush on his cheeks.

“i wasn’t sure if you’d like these but i got it anyways! they reminded me of you!”

he’s so sweet ugh

the actual date tho, it’s very narancia!!

he brings you to a local night market and takes you to try out every other piece of food his eyes land on!

“oo, look at that cannoli! lets get some!”

“y/n, look! that ice cream is so tall, should we share one?”

“ahh the pizza smells so good, let’s get a slice!”

narancia also pulls you everywhere by the hand, and he’s got this huge smile on his face so even if you’re getting a little dizzy and lost in the market with how fast he’s going, it’s all worth it because his smile is there to reassure you it’ll be fine!

by the end of the night, your hearts and your tummies are full <3

(as suggested by bucciarati), narancia offers to walk you back home.

the walk home is slow, partly because your tummies are too full, and partly because you just don’t want this night to end.

but eventually, you make it to your front door and he pauses awkwardly, shifting around on his feet.

it’s quite clear he has something on his mind, so you ask him.

“o-oh uh… it’s nothing really…”

but if his constant glancing at your lips on the way back was anything to go by, you knew exactly what he wanted to ask.

so you lean forward and quickly peck his cheek.

the both of you have red cheeks as you quickly enter your house and wave good night.

narancia is standing there stunned!

did you just…?

he can’t help but run down the street shouting in happiness while you watch him from the window with a bashful smile.

minutes later you receive a text saying, “we have to do this again real soon!”

pannacotta fugo

museum date museum date

cmon the man’s an Intellectual ofc he would suggest someplace like a museum!

you two meet at the museum entrance and he is firstly

Stunned

by how wonderful you look today.

he almost forgets to speak

but anyways the date is really calm, you two go on a weekday to avoid the crowd, so you can really take your time looking at the exhibits.

fugo explains some of the things to you, pointing out small details and facts that he researched the night before

(yes he did research for this date)

and everything is going fine until some rowdy group of students his age (clearly escaping their class field trip or something) are causing trouble.

fugo takes it upon himself to ask them to not be a nuisance but they don’t really care (plus he’s wearing his normal clothes rather than his gang attire ya know?)

and unfortunately he explodes and gets into a fight

long story short, he felt horrible for causing a ruckus, almost damaging an exhibit, and worst of all, ruining your first date with him.

so while you’re left speechless and staring, he quickly turns away and walks away, planning to probably never to speak to you again.

but... you walk over and grab his hand.

it’s the first time you’ve held hands today.

fugo flinches and almost pulls away but he’s trying his absolute hardest right now to not do that because...

“why are you still trying to talk to me? after all that you just saw?”

and you reply, “i don’t know how to say it... but i thought that was kind of cool. and i know it’s not as if you’re always like that. i wouldn’t agree to go on a date if i despised that side of you, you know?”

fugo is kinda shocked honestly, he never expected to hear that.

but he squeezes your hands lightly and nods.

“thank you, it means a lot. i promise to bring you on a better date next time! somewhere quieter where we won’t be interrupted.”

who knows where he brings you next?

maybe a picnic, or maybe a stay at home date?

doesn’t matter all that much, because it definitely lived up to his promise.

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corpsoir · 2 years

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bruabba blues

this is loosely based on a dream i had and then me and @avspol talking about like. what if bruno almost died during a job and leone, like the guilt ridden poor creature he is, kept replaying it with moody blues without having any control over it? :’‘D anyway, another short comic from meeee yay i’m kinda beginning to think drawing comics is fun again!! hated it while i studied it, classic.

#oh shit left to right btw lol if that wasnt obvious! ^^#bruabba blues is what i named the files for this idk #someone write a fic about this i cant write i can only write sloppy scripts for my own drawings lol #also i dont know and dont care if moody blues could actually replay blood like that i dont remember NHGJKGFJD now it can because i said so.#cw blood #blood #jojo's bizarre adventure #jjba #vento aureo #golden wind #leone abbacchio #bruno bucciarati #bruno buccellati #bruabba #corps art

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dollwritesarchive · 1 year

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↻ 𝗱è𝗶 𝗱𝗼𝗿𝗮𝘁𝗶 𝗮𝘂

↺ 𝗯𝗮𝘀𝗶𝗰𝘀

pairings : giorno giovanna x reader, bruno bucciarati x reader, leone abbacchio x reader, guido mista x reader, narancia ghirga x reader, panacotta fugo x reader

genres : strip club && reverse harem au ; smut driven

disclaimers : all characters are or have been aged up to be 18+ with no exceptions. minors dni with this au // each fic will have their own warnings, please read them all carefully when proceeding // reader is nicknamed la padrona by the boys but no other defining features // fics will not follow any kind of timeline strictly

send requests && chat with me about this au !!

thank you SO MUCH to the loves that inspire and help me brainstorm for this au : @stellarmagu / @allthefandomstogether

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the surprise death of a distant relative turns your life upside down as you inherit a suspiciously high end and profitable strip club known as The Golden Pony in Capri, Italy. assured that the club practically runs itself, and the six men employed there are loyal to the family and business savvy, you reluctantly agree to make the move into the loft apartment above the club and take over management. now, you not only struggle with learning the ins and out of your own business ( and the sordid underbelly of it ), but also attempt to juggle your relationships blossoming with your employees.

↺ 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗴𝗼𝗹𝗱 𝗲𝘅𝗽𝗲𝗿𝗶𝗲𝗻𝗰𝗲 𝘀𝗵𝗼𝘁

bucciarati

giorno

abbacchio

mista

fugo

𝗯𝗿𝘂𝗻𝗼 “𝗷𝘂𝗽𝗶𝘁𝗲𝗿” 𝗯𝘂𝗰𝗰𝗶𝗮𝗿𝗮𝘁𝗶

𝗴𝗶𝗼𝗿𝗻𝗼 “𝗮𝗽𝗼𝗹𝗹𝗼” 𝗴𝗶𝗼𝘃𝗮𝗻𝗻𝗮

𝗹𝗲𝗼𝗻𝗲 “𝗺𝗮𝗿𝘀” 𝗮𝗯𝗯𝗮𝗰𝗰��𝗶𝗼

𝗴𝘂𝗶𝗱𝗼 “𝘃𝘂𝗹𝗰𝗮𝗻” 𝗺𝗶𝘀𝘁𝗮

𝗽𝗮𝗻𝗻𝗮𝗰𝗼𝘁𝘁𝗮 “𝗯𝗮𝗰𝗰𝗵𝘂𝘀” 𝗳𝘂𝗴𝗼

𝗻𝗮𝗿𝗮𝗻𝗰𝗶𝗮 “𝗰𝘂𝗽𝗶𝗱” 𝗴𝗵𝗶𝗿𝗴𝗮

#giorno giovanna #bruno bucciarati #pannacotta fugo #narancia ghirga #leone abbacchio #guido mista #I’ll add more tags when I start posting fics!

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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.

#my writing #tickle fic #tickling #tickletober #tickletober 2023 #augtickletober2023 #jjba #jjba tickle #jojo's bizarre adventure #bruno bucciarati #leone abbacchio #bruno buccellati #lee!bucciarati #lee!buccellati #ticklish!bucciarati #ticklish!buccellati #ler!abbacchio #bucciarati x abbacchio #bruabba

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carryingstarlightinherwake · 16 days

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New fic, folks! This one is for @lady-wallace 's Vampire AU!

Read it here! And go check out her DTIYS challenge!

#ladywvampiredtiys #jjba part 5 #jjba fanfiction #vampire au #bruno bucciarati #trish una #found family #lucky's fics #fanfiction

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davyjoneslockr · 7 months

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New fic but kinda not really - excited to finally be able to share my piece from the Remember Summer Days Zine!

Ten years after Passione was turned on its head, Mista asks the gang a question: given the chance, what would they change about their lives thus far?

#need to write more everyone lives au adult bucci gang they're so important to me #jojo's bizarre adventure #jjba #jjba fanfic #fanfic #vento aureo #golden wind #guido mista #narancia ghirga #leone abbacchio #pannacotta fugo #giorno giovanna #trish una #bruno bucciarati #naramis #fugio #bruabba #sorry for all the tags there's a lot of guys in this fic #the gang's all here as they say (but also literally)

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lady-wallace · 7 months

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Whumptober Day 12 - Hunter's Moon (JJBA Vampire Hunter AU)

More Vampire Hunter AU for today's @whumptober fic! This one can be read by itself, but if you are following the series, there will be spoilers for anyone who has not read through "Humanity and Eternity"

Bucciarati and Abbacchio decide to go on an easy hunt to ease into Bucciarati's new vampiric condition, however, their quarry proves more dangerous than they thought, leaving Bucciarati gravely injured, and Abbacchio with a choice to make.

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Prompts Used: Red, (alt. prompt 8. Hunting) Fandom: JoJo's Bizarre Adventure Part 5 Character: Bucciarati

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Excerpt:

Bruno was shivering violently by the time Abbacchio finished cleaning up, washing blood off his hands. He moved Bruno away from the wet hay and tried to make him comfortable, helping him put his shirt back on to offer a little extra warmth.

"Are you cold?" he asked lamely.

"Mm," Bruno murmured. "Seem to be."

Abbacchio pressed his lips together firmly, and took his own coat off, wrapping it around the other Hunter who glanced up at him gratefully, huddling under the warmed garment.

"I doubt I'm really…going anywhere," Bruno murmured. "So…if you want to chance it alone…you can go. I'll be fine."

Leone glanced down at him skeptically, pressing the back of his hand against Bruno's forehead and finding it extremely clammy. "You really are cold," he said in surprise and sat down next to Bruno, pulling him in against his side in an attempt to share his own body heat. Bruno grunted in protest at the jostling, but huddled closer appreciatively.

"There's no point in running into the woods for it," Abbacchio muttered. "It knows better where it's going in there. "We'll wait to see if it comes out again tonight and then shoot it."

Bruno sighed, opening his eyes to look up at him. "I'm sorry, I should have been more careful."

"It surprised you, we should have stuck together."

Bruno tensed briefly as a wave of pain went through him before he said tiredly, "I'm still…I'm trying to find the happy medium between knowing I'm physically stronger now, and actually utilizing that in a way that I am not continuously throwing myself into harm's way."

"Oh, so it took you until you become a damn vampire to figure that one out?" Abbacchio asked, not without a little exasperation.

"I suppose that is what got me into this situation in the first place," he replied, then let out a soft moan, curling further into himself. "God."

Leone watched helplessly as the injured Hunter shuddered in pain, breathing through his nose as cold sweat beaded on his brow.

"How bad?" Abbacchio asked quietly.

Bruno let out a shuddering exhale. "Feels like…'m still being ripped…apart." He swallowed hard, eyes squeezed shut as he curled further into himself, heavy against Abbacchio's side.

Leone hesitated slightly before he reached out to rub Bruno's back, trying to soothe, but he knew the other man had to be in a hell of a lot of pain right now.

And he wasn't going to get better this way either. He wouldn't be able to heal himself when he was already so weak. Which…left a question Abbacchio really didn't want to think about, but it needed to be addressed all the same.

"You need blood, don't you?" he finally asked.

Bruno let out a wry, helpless laugh. "It would help. It's hard…to think of that still." He cringed, swallowing down another whimper as he pressed his face into Abbacchio's side. "Blood should help me heal faster though."

"You know you shouldn't feel bad to ask for it," Leone said, though he couldn't keep the discomfort out of his voice. The thought that Bucciarati literally needed to drink blood to survive was still a lot for him to grasp. But he was sure that it was even worse for Bruno so he tried not to let it show.

Bruno looked up at him, red eyes clouded with pain. That was still the hardest thing for Abbacchio to get used to. The fact that he would never see his friend's blue eyes again, evoking so much emotion, either compassion or steely anger. But maybe all of that was still there. He just…didn't like to spend a long time searching.

"I think the farmer might owe us a sheep for our trouble." Bruno replied with a light chuckle that turned into a cringe. "We could say…the dog got it."

"You're going to try to wrangle a sheep in your condition?" Abbacchio asked. "Buggers kick, you know."

Bruno was silent, seeming to consider it. "I don't see another option," he said quietly.

Abbacchio felt a twist in his stomach, because the obvious answer was right in front of them. This was literally the last thing he wanted to suggest, but wasn't it kind of part of the job?

Bruno shifted to try and find a more comfortable position, a choked gasp escaping him. He pressed a shaky hand to his stomach, before pulling it away with fresh blood coating his palm. Leone's heart sank. He was still bleeding, and the more blood he lost…

He took a deep breath weighing his own discomfort against the discomfort the other man was obviously feeling. And coming to the conclusion that he was being a damned idiot. If he could offer any aid to his friend right now, then it was Leone's job to do so.

"If…" he hesitated, biting his lip briefly before he forced himself to continue. "I don't mind," he finally spat, then forced himself to clarify. "If you need to drink my blood."

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abysslll · 1 year

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some fanart for chapter 24 of @roktavor‘s fic long dead affair! i finished it yesterday and have fundamentally changed as a person sdgjhsgl (just like bruno did when he got turned into a zombie)

#jjba part 5 #vento aureo #bruno buccellati #leone abbacchio #bruno bucciarati #bruabba #ask to tag #<- idk if abbacchio's wound counts as minor gore or not but lmk if it does !!#i love this fic sooo much i need to draw more stuff for it #luce draws stuff

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Calling Bruno Dad on Accident

Expansion on this post.

@i-will-eat-your-spleen asked for this and they're correct that I should've written more.

(Organized from most to least likely to call him dad)

Idk where to put the readmore oop

Narancia

Calls Bruno dad regularly. Sometimes even calls him mom.

He really sees the gang as a little found family, maybe moreso than anyone else, and leans into it.

Even though he does it all the time, he still gets embarrassed when he accidentally calls his friend, and boss, dad.

The worst time, in his opinion, was the first time he messed up and actually called Bucciarati mom on accident.

Bruno had just finished patching Narancia up after one of his first few solo missions. He laid his hand over the last strip of bandages he'd applied, spiralling around Narancia's upper arm, and patted gently to get his attention. "There, all better, right?" Bruno asked with a small smile. His tone was sweet and smooth and reassuring. Narancia looked up at him with uncertain eyes, still worried that Bruno would be mad at having to play doctor for him. Bruno's bright, clear blue eyes shone happily, no hint of frustration, and his words only denoted concern for his confidante. "Let me know if you need anything else, okay?"

Narancia nodded and couldn't help but let a small smile cross his face at the kindness. A type of kindness he hadn't quite felt ever since... "Thanks, mom." It took a moment to realize what he'd said, but soon Narancia was nearly choking with embarrassment as he tried to backtrack. "I mean, um... Thanks, dad. Ugh... Shit.. No. No no no. Bucciarati. Thank you, Bucciarati, sir."

"Of course, Narancia," Bruno said, smiling pleasantly and trying with all his might to remain calm. He didn't want to further embarrass the already flustered Narancia, and tried to downplay his reaction, but he couldn't ignore the warmth spreading in his chest. His heart swelled with pride and affection, grateful that Narancia seemed so fond of him already.

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Trish

She's probably the least flustered of the group when it happens.

She will jokingly call him dad quite often actually. Even still, she does get a little bit embarrassed when it slips out on accident.

The first time Trish called Bucciarati dad was very shortly after he had put his own life on the line for hers. That day had replayed and replayed in her mind. She could hardly wrap her head around anything that was happening in her life anymore, and the feelings of anxiety and uncertaintly only grew whenever she'd try to sleep. There was only one thing she was certain of anymore: that Bruno Bucciarati made her feel safe.

Since she couldn't seem to fall asleep unless she felt safe, it was time to track him down. It wasn't difficult; he was always nearby her, ready at a moment's notice to protect her if need be. At the moment, he was perched on one of the couches inside of Coco Jumbo, deep in thought and mulling over possible next moves. When Trish approached, Bucciarati offered her a warm smile, knowing that his thinking face often came off very aggressive.

"Can I sit with you?" Trish asked softly, a little embarrassed.

"Of course," Bucciarati said. "Is something wrong?"

Trish sat on the seat next to him and shook her head. "Not really. Just tired." As if to exemplify her point, she was interrupted by a yawn. "I just wanted to sit with you."

Bruno reciprocated the yawn, unable to withstand the apparent contagion of the phenomenon, and nodded. "As you wish, but I think I may be trying to get some rest in a moment so my company may not be thrilling."

"That's alright," Trish said softly. Shortly, she began to relax. Bruno's presence took a weight off of her shoulders and soon she was fighting to stay awake. Unable to continue the battle, she slumped over, leaning into Bruno's shoulder. She mumbled a hushed, "Goodnight, dad," before drifting off to sleep.

Bruno's words caught in his mouth. He didn't know what to say. When he looked over at the peaceful figure asleep on his shoulder, he closed his lips and stayed quiet. Though he had been tired, ready succumb to sleep himself, he stayed awake. His mind turning and heart pounding, unable to stop the dopey smile that crossed his lips. He'd never felt so much like a dad, and he couldn't deny that he enjoyed the feeling.

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Fugo

He may be the one who sees Bucciarati most as a father figure.

He is also the most flustered when he accidentally refers to him as such. Maybe because he's the one who always seems to say it in front of everyone else.

Will gaslight you and say there's no way he called Bruno dad.

"Eat up, boys," Bucciarati said with a flourish over the huge plates of pasta the waiter had just set on their table. "You've all been doing so well on your missions, so, of course, it's all on me." He smiled brightly at his team that was seated around the table. A chorus of thank you's rang out.

"Thanks, dad," Fugo said nonchalantly, not yet processing his error. A smile crept across Bruno's face, but he covered it by shoving a forkful of pasta into his mouth, knowing just how embarrassed Fugo gets at such things. Narancia and Mista began to snicker between themselves, igniting Fugo's ire. "What the hell are you two laughing at?" he growled, just now realizing what he'd called Bruno.

"You called Bucciarati dad, dude," Mista said, backed up by a nodding and giggling Narancia.

Fugo's cheeks began to go red. "Um, no? Why would I do that?" he said, on the defensive. He began shoveling food into his mouth, hoping no one else noticed the bright red blush across his face.

"Come on, man, I do it all the time too. Don't worry about it so much," Narancia chimed in with a shrug.

"I'm not worried," Fugo said, his voice now scarily soft, "because that didn't happen." He felt his blush get even deeper, knowing that it was probably tinging the tips of his ears by now.

Narancia and Mista shrugged it off, continuing with their previous excited conversation, much to Abbacchio's dismay. Fugo finished his meal in a tense and embarrassed silence. Bucciarati couldn't help but focus on the warm, fuzzy feeling that surged through him every time he remembered what Fugo had called him.

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Giorno

He can't figure out why it happens. He's only had bad father experiences. Why does he feel compelled to address Bucciarati as such?

It's more confusing than embarrassing for him.

When it comes out he usually just pauses for a moment to 'reboot' his brain.

Another restless night. Giorno's mind rattled with logistical issues and other anxieties. He had to talk through the plan again with someone, anyone, just to clear his mind. Giorno submitted to this thought and went to see if anyone else was awake at this hour.

Hopefully, he poked his head into the room Bucciarati was in. If he had his pick of who to talk through this with, he'd choose Bruno above anyone else. He couldn't help but smile when he saw that Bruno was still up as well. Giorno gently rapped his knuckles against the door, catching Bruno's attention.

"Hey, dad, can we-" Giorno paused when he realized what he said, mouth hanging open just slightly. He furrowed his eyebrows and pinched his lips together in thought. Why in the world would he say that?

Bruno sat silently as well, watching Giorno expectantly, waiting for him to finish his statement. He was almost too tired to catch what Giorno had said. Almost. The gears in his head turned as well, catching up to what had just been said. A smile crossed his face as he spoke up, "Yes, Giorno?"

Giorno cleared his throat. "I was hoping we could run through the plan for tomorrow again. I have a couple worries." Bruno nodded and gestured for him to sit and talk.

It was a lucky break for Bucciarati that Giorno was able to assuage his own anxieties just by talking through plans, as his mind was still focused on how he had been addressed earlier. What had made Giorno say that?

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Mista

Mista calls Bucciarati dad only very rarely. It's only happened a few times, a number that's probably still in the single digits.

He goes silent for the rest of the day after it happens. He takes time to sort out his thoughts for once.

Gives Bucciarati a huge hug later in the day after realizing that he's just so thankful for what he's done. It spooks Bruno at first, but he quickly reciprocates.

"Ah, Mista, there you are," Bucciarati said, waving a greeting to the man he'd been looking for. "I'm sorry I missed your call, what did you need?"

Mista was a bit preoccupied and hardly thought before replying, "Oh, hey dad. I was just gonna-" The realization of his misspeak expunged all other information from his mind. What was he going to ask Bucciarati? "I was going to... I... I don't know," Mista's voice trailed off as he began to lose himself in his thoughts.

"That's quite alright," Bruno said with a polite smile. "Please let me know if you remember." Mista nodded at him, still looking confused and deep in thought. Bruno knew he needed a moment and let him be.

Throughout the day, Bucciarati noticed that Mista was uncharacteristically quiet. Just as he was about to find Mista and voice his concerns, Mista caught up with him.

In a flash, Mista pulled Bruno into a tight hug. At first, Bruno was surprised by the suddenness of the motion, but soon settled in and returned the favor.

"Thank you," Mista mumbled. It wasn't for anything in particular, but Bruno understood exactly what he meant. It was for nothing and it was for everything. He squeezed Mista a bit tighter for a moment before loosening his grip. It was still a moment before Mista felt ready to pull away, but Bruno didn't rush him.

After he pulled away, Mista thanked Bruno one more time before going back to his own business. The two never really talked about that moment; they didn't have to. For once, Mista felt entirely content in the message he'd conveyed in so few words.

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Abbacchio

Technically speaking, has never accidentally called Bucciarati dad.

He was the only member who actually was an adult before joining, so he doesn't feel the same fatherly vibes from Bruno as everyone else.

Bruno has simply always treated him as an equal, which is so amazing to Abbacchio. He can't believe that Bruno picked him up at his worst and still treated him with respect.

So... He's never called Bucciarati dad before... But he did tell him he loved him once.

It was during one of his, unfortunately many, relapses into using alcohol as a crutch. Abbacchio hated himself for letting it get worse and worse, but in turn the stress made him fall even deeper. Now, here he sat on the bathroom floor, leaning up against the cold porcelain of the toilet and still nursing a bottle of wine. His face was smeared with the dark remnants of the bit of makeup that still clung to his face after a barrage of tears.

A knock at the door. "Go away," Abbacchio slurred, trying to sound like he hadn't been crying. His attempts failed and the words came out very much like a choked sob.

"I don't think I should," Bucciarati said softly, poking his head into the bathroom. Abbacchio covered his face and turned away, hoping his boss wouldn't have to see him like this. "May I sit with you?" Bucciarati asked, intending to do so regardless of the answer he was given and already seating himself on the floor facing Abbacchio.

"Do what you wanna do," Abbacchio mumbled. He took another big drink from the bottle in his hand, now trying to calm his nerves, fearing a punishment from his boss. Or worse... A disappointed talk. When the bottle left his lips, Bucciarati grabbed onto it and pulled it from Abbacchio's hand. The two sat in silence for a while, only interrupted by Abbacchio's infrequent sniffling.

It was Bruno who finally broke the silence. "You should come talk to me next time," he said softly, "I really do want to help."

"Right," Abbacchio said, his tone biting, "I'll come to you and you can scold me right away. I'm just a disappointment. I already know. I don't need you to tell me I'm a failure."

"Abbacchio, I'd never say that," Bruno said softly. He slid his foot forward to nudge Abbacchio's toes with his own. "You're not a failure, or a disappointment. You're just struggling and hurting and... And sick. You don't have to be magically better all at once." The words spilled out of Bruno's mouth with little thought, his concern drowning out his usual calculated nature. "You can get better over time. Little by little. You will get better, Abbacchio. You're strong and... And..." Bruno struggled for words, finding himself a little emotional, but he had said more than enough to resonate with Abbacchio.

"Bucciarati?" Abbacchio says, nearly a whisper, finally meeting the other man's gaze. "Thank you." He lets a small smile cross his lips. "And... And I think I... love you." As soon as the words left his mouth, his face contorted and he lunged toward the toilet bowl, the excess of alcohol forcibly leaving his system. Bruno had no time to process anything Abbacchio had said, but couldn't still his pounding heart as he leaned over to hold back the other man's hair.

Bruno didn't know if Abbacchio had meant it in a friendly sort of way or as something more, or if it was simply the booze talking, but he could never find the courage to ask for clarification.

Abbacchio claims he was much too drunk to remember anything from that night, but... Well... Only he knows if that's the truth.

#accidentally writes bruabba fic #some of these are bangers that came together so well and some are meh imo #golden wind #jjba part 5 #jjba #bruno bucciarati #bucciarati #narancia #narancia ghirga #trish una #trish #fugo #pannacotta fugo #giorno giovanna #giorno #mista #guido mista #leone abbacchio #abbacchio

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