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noaltbruh · 3 months
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So tumblr just decided it wasn't going to let me write it, let me retry.
Bucci gang with a hijabi reader! 🧕
Giorno 🐞
I think Giorno, being an extremely curious person, would take a lot of interest in your culture and traditions.
Wearing a hijabi doesn't change anything in your relationship, he's extremely open minded and would never judge you for it.
He thinks it highlights your facial features, which makes you look even prettier.
Definetely loves to stare into your eyes.
He'd probably ask you if he can decorate it with small flowers, but he understands if you'd rather not!
He does not tolerate people judging you from it, and is not above making a bunch of fee chase them down to make them go away.
Bruno 🤐
He doesn't know much about your culture, but that doesn't mean he's not willing to learn about it 😊
He's a very religious person and as such he highly respects your own beliefs.
Always compliments you and loves the way you match your outfits with your hijabi.
I could see him giving you a hand made hijabi on one of your anniversaries.
Nobody dares to give you bad looks and talk behind your back for it. Everyone respects Bruno and they don't want to end up on their black list.
Mista 🔫
Okay, I know he may seem like a womanizer and someone who enjoys... Sexual attraction a little too much.
But he knows that wearing it is important for you and your religion. He's goofy, not a asshole.
Homestly, he thinks you're beautiful no matter what you may wear, and he makes sure to always remind you.
He thinks you're both actually kinda matching, since he always wears that damn ass hat that covers his hair.
If you wear long clothes too, the pistols love to hide in your pockets.
And break the kneecaps of anyone giving you unwanted attention.
Narancia 🍊
Lowkey thought it was just a fashiob choice at first and didn't understand that it was connected to your religion.
Once you specified it to him though, he didn't question it and just accepts it as part of you.
He thinks the hijabi makes you look cute and he loves to show off how pretty you are with his friends all the time.
Loves to be close to you because you're so warm even though he's already a living sun.
Once asked you if he could put his headband on top of your hijab to see how it'd look.
He's this close to shooting away anyone who dares judge you for it again.
Fugo 🍓
Okay I believe that Fugo grew up in a strictly catholic household. While he's smart, he doesn't know pretty much anything about other religions, sorry :,)
He's very keen on understanding it more though! Especially since it's weird to him to not feel intelligent for once-
Asks you oddly specific questions about the way you dress or your traditions in general and probably writes it down. He doesn't mean it in a judgy way, he just really wants to make sute he gets it.
Thinks you actually look super pretty with it but he's bad at showing it, please be patient.
Actual footage of him correcting anyone who says something wrong about your customs:
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Abbacchio ◀️
Knows what it is and why it matters, doesn't question it further.
Like, ok you wear that, what difference should it make to him? Dude's probably an atheist too so he just goes along with it because it's important to you.
He was so chill about it you once asked him if he was silently judging you for it. He absolutely wasn't, he's just quiet.
Remember when he beat up that dude with Narancia and Mista? Yeah, he'll do the same to anyone who bothers you.
Very protective, he wants you to feel safe with him.
Trish 🎤
Yaaaaas Queen slaaaay 😍
Although you pretty much look like opposites, Trish thinks you're beautiful no matter what and always fills you with compliments to make sure you never forgets.
Takes you shopping because, of course, you deserve outfits that match your hijabi, duh? 🙄
Doesn't know much about your religion, reads about it in her spare time just to surprise you and show that she appreciates you.
Tries to match with you by wearing long dresses.
She will call out anyone who criticises you, and suddendly everyone in town hates them 'cause she's a popstar and her influence spreads faster than a cold.
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angelltheninth · 5 months
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NNN Day 11 with Bruno Bangnyfe
Pairing: Bruno Bangnyfe x Fem!Reader
Tags: nsfw, smut, videos, fingering, masturbation, teasing, night visits, mating press, dom!Bruno
A/N: When I saw him for the first time my first thought was that he was wild in bed.
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You think you can get away with it? Sending him more and lewd videos every day and expect him not to snap? Not likely. He was on his way to fuck you, he really was but he had to pause at your window to watch you fingering yourself while calling his name.
Asking please, asking for cum, asking him to fuck you harder, curses falling from your lips as your hips bucked into your hand and you clung onto the sheets. You missed his taste so much you didn't question it when you felt his cock pushing into your inviting mouth.
"You looked like you wanted it so much, I just couldn't resist." Bruno pulled his mask of so he could grin down on you. "Why you stoppin'? Work that pussy, get it ready for me baby." You gagged around his cock as he adjusted on your bed, leaning over to have a better look. If he wanted a show you'll give him one.
Adding a third finger was the right move, Bruno started fucking your face faster, pushing his whole cock down your throat. "Got. Tired. Of. Waiting."
"Could tell, don't worry babygirl, lets make each other feel good tonight." Bruno pulled your hand from between your legs and replaced his cock with them, "You suck on those. I know you want it in multiple holes." He moved from the bed to take his pants off, then moved back between your legs that you put up on his shoulders on your own and pressed down. "Needy little thing. That drooling cunt is making such a mess. Needs to be plugged up doesn't it? Needs a big cock in it."
Bruno went in with just one perfect slide, You really didn't... to my videos? Made them just for you Bruno."
"They better be just for me." He growled possessively, his balls smacking against you hard, "And no. I didn't nut. Wanted to, fuck I thought my dick would explode. Thanks for the future jack off material though." He sought to show you his full appreciation by making your cunt ache from the force of his rutting. He pushed your legs up to your chest, his sharp teeth latching to your nipples as his cock hit and massaged your inner walls, making you practically scream. "Hits the spot doesn't it?"
You could only nod for him, already feeling yourself coming around his cock. Its only been 11 days but it felt like he went an eternity without you. No, he couldn't take it. He didn't want to think about not feeling the warmth of your cunt around his cock for that long or your horny juices flowing down his balls. Bruno savored every flutter around his pulsing cock, refusing to stop his hips for a second until he shot ropes of white cum into you.
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glendybluebird · 2 years
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💚King of Time💚
✨King Bruno✨
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This is a fantasy AU "Encanto Empire"
Each Madrigal has their own title.
Pepa - Queen of the Skies
Julieta - Queen of Healing
Bruno - King of Time.
Madrigal children: Coming Soon by age
As mentioned, Encanto is an empire, ruled by the Empress, Alma Madrigal.
Each of her children had their own title as King and Queens, and has their own palace.
The Madrigal triplets may have their own palaces, but each are connected by structure and magic.
The Empire includes a lot of other  kingdoms from other royal families, who unlike the Madrigals, practice witchcraft.
The Miracle will be the one to choose which among the Madrigal children will inherit the Empress' throne.
It's a complicated AU that has a lot of details and etc.
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unskilled-dabbler · 1 year
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Happy Valentine's Day!
Bruno orchestrated a secret Día de San Valentín message with the help of his rats. Can you see it? <3
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Took me a while to finish but I'm just gunna call it here. Missing some details but I hope you enjoy anyway! Arepa rat is best boi. Close ups of best boi and Bruno face under cut <3
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best boi gets 1 good paw. The rest we do not talk about.
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gaybitchfx · 2 years
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Can ytu do Fugo and Bruno x male reader (sepayta)
Reader can not spell, like that friend who just texts “dg yau yats lo hant osut?” Translation: “do you want to hang out?”, basically he just cannot sppell :)
Note: This is so funny yet so cute since I struggle with a friend who cannot spell for shit and I’m basically his translator
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Character(s): Fugo & Bruno (pls marry me Bruno)
Type of reader: M!Reader
Category: Fluff
Warning(s): None
Edited: ❌
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Fugo was used to you not being able to spell, especially since he'd have to sit there for hours helping you spell certain words
When texting it's much worse since you'd let your thumbs tap away and wouldn't even check your spelling
For example, when you wanted to hang out with Fugo and some of his friends you had typed; wnna hafn ogt aed gtw somr icq xreae? (wanna hang out and get some ice cream?)
Not even autocorrect is able to help you at this point
Knowing the others they were very confused and even asked if you had some mental illness
Fugo of course gave them a piece of his mind and translated what you said before responding to you which was a short; yeah, we'll meet you at the usual ice cream place
Yes sometimes he isn't able to understand what you text him, but he'll take as long as he needs to understand before
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Bruno here finds your text amusing especially when nobody but him is able to understand what you said
Of course he'll correct you whenever he could which didn't improve nothing but he still does it anyways just to see if it'll help sooner or later
He isn't the type to make fun of your spelling since he can actually see you struggle here and there when trying to figure out how to spell a certain thing
For example the word President, you'll end up typing pfesidnt and clearly got upset since it didn't look right
In all honesty he's a very good friend and loves helping you and your bad spelling out
Need some help with grammar? Go right on ahead and ask him, you don't think this word is correct in a way? He'll correct you right away if you ask
Regardless of your spelling mistakes he doesn't bash you for it and he never will, that's just how the man is
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sleeplessdreamer14 · 2 years
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imagine knowing Bruno is in the walls and singing “Remember Me” to him through the walls
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reversia · 2 years
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Y/N: You didn’t deserve all this!
Bruno: Yeah, you’re right, I didn't deserve my wonderful family, my life, you, after all...
Y/N: I meant YOU DIDN'T DESERVE ALL THIS SH*T THAT HAPPENED TO YOU!
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What if Bruno finds out through a vision that he’s destined to marry his childhood bff?
A/n: I apologize if this is bad.
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‘Panicking’ This couldn’t be happening. When you had asked to a look in your future he hadn’t expected to see himself, he hadn’t expected to see himself married to you, his cheeks burning at the thought.
“Well?”
“I…I have to go!”
Rushing off, the man wanted to step away from your confused face, he just wanted to get away form it all the moment.
“Bruno?”
Watching the young man rush away from you, you glanced down at the still glowing tablet. With your eyes going wide you quickly rushed after your childhood friend.
A smile formed on your lips. ‘No your husband’
“Bruno!”
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mariart901 · 2 years
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Bruno, Maria y sus gemelos🤧❤✨✨
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naoko-world · 2 years
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Today is my birthday! I turned 32 years old.... I'm getting old (but closer to Bruno's age and that I'm glad)
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And for the occasion, for my birthday this July 3rd... I wrote a bit of something!
Well... It was supposed to be a bit of something, a drabble then, but it ended up a ficlet lol. Hope you'll like it!
Here is the Ao3 link!
No warning, fluff, a little bit of angst at the start, no use of Y/n
1140 words
A very Madrigal Birthday
synopsis: It is your birthday today. Time to celebrate with your boyfriend and his family!
You yawned while looking at your ex's letter you just received in the morning by a carrier pigeon. It's been eight months since you heard from him, since you broke up with him, but he still decided to send you a letter to wish you a happy birthday. 
First you thought it was nice of him, but you quickly noticed details making you realise he was actually trying to convince you to come back to him. Which you won’t do because you're now in love and happy with another man, the town's seer Bruno Madrigal.
Talking about Bruno, you actually slept with him that night and just woke up to discover you were alone. At least that letter was filling the loneliness you were now feeling, but you'd really rather be cuddling with your boyfriend instead. Which you were used to doing together, Bruno always staying beside you until you were awake, even when someone was asking him for a vision. Him being absent was rather unusual then, worrying you while you could also notice how quiet Casita was that morning.
Once you finished reading the letter, worried, you decided to get up, put something on and go see what was happening in La casa Madrigal you weren’t aware of. In the meantime, you tried to reassure yourself: at best they left early for some business and simply let you sleep. Then you realised that, at worst, something happened to them, and you readied yourself to fight any foe who could have taken your lover and his family. 
When you got out of Bruno's room you started to perceive low voices but couldn't make out what they were saying. In an attempt to do so, you slowly got down the stairs to finally hear a worrying phrase:
"Quiet! She's coming!"
It was Mirabel's voice. You hurried down to see her run toward the kitchen, where you followed her, ready to ask for an explanation.
You barely arrived in it when you saw the entire family there throwing confetti and yelling:
"¡Feliz cumpleaños!"
Taken by surprise, you froze in your tracks, not expecting that kind of outcome. You were so shocked you barely noticed some of them throwing a box of maizena at you, closely followed by eggs. Then, a smiling Bruno got closer to you with a big box, singing a loving:
"Feliz cumpleaños Amor, cumpleaños feliz, te deseamos a ti."
You looked at him with a dumbfounded look before your brain made you finally realise what was happening: The Madrigals threw you a surprise party to celebrate your birthday, and your boyfriend was gifting you something for the occasion. Touched, you smiled and took the present from his hands, while the Madrigals were singing:
"¡Cumpleaños feliz, te deseamos a tí, feliz cumpleaños, feliz cumpleaños a tí! ¡Que los cumpla feliz, que los vuelva a cumplir, que los siga cumpliendo, hasta el año tres mil!"
After wishing you a long life, the Madrigals came to you with many other presents they held towards you with big smiles, gifting you one per Madrigal, making it twelve you had to put away in a corner of the kitchen since it soon became too heavy to carry at once. 
When they all finished to give you something, you happily thanked them before kissing your boyfriend, who repeated:
“¡Cumpleaños feliz amor!”
“I’m so happy! I didn’t see you when I woke up and thought you left me!” you finally confessed.
“What? Me? Never!” he reassured you, surprised by your worries. “I love you way too much to ever leave you.”
You smiled at him, thinking how much you loved him, before you were grabbed by the arms by Mirabel and Camilo, who led you further into the kitchen. Only then you noticed the balloons everywhere in the room, the torta negra on the table and the piñata not far from it. It really felt like a special day and it made you incredibly happy!
The teens sit you in front of the cake, before taking their places at each side of you, soon followed by the rest of the family. Since there wasn’t any empty spot besides you, Bruno had to sit a bit further with a disappointed look. You felt the same, but didn’t say anything since you were too happy to celebrate your birthday with his family. However, you profited in that he was in charge of lighting the candles on the cake, that he was leaning toward you then, to kiss him, making him blush and his family laugh. Some teasing ensued too, which you both expected and were used to since you got together. 
You finally blew the candles, which got followed by applause, before Julieta started to serve the shares. At the same time, Pepa joked:
"It was made by Bruno so if you're injured it won't heal you."
"Bruno made it?" you exclaimed with surprise, making him look down on his plate with shyness.
"Sí!" confirmed Agustín "It's your first birthday since you two became a couple, he wanted to do something special for you."
While he was still blushing, you smiled once again in front of that lovely gesture from your boyfriend. Then, curious about how well he was able to cook, you tasted it, imitated by the Madrigals. Maybe he managed to be as good as Julieta?
Well, he wasn’t as good as Julieta. However...
“It’s delicious!”
“Really?” he exclaimed, turning to you with happiness. 
“Really, the cake is really good! You did well, Amor!”
He grinned from ear to ear, visibly glad you were thinking so, before resuming his eating. Which you did too, talking with him, Camilo, and Mirabel about his skills in cooking. It seems like he used to cook for Julieta when she was too exhausted to do so. Of course, then the meals wouldn’t have any healing properties but it was useful for his sister’s own health. 
Soon after the cake was finished, Isabela and Dolores blindfolded you, then gave you a stick to start the piñata game. Under the Madrigal’s instructions you began to hit it with the stick, missing a few times under the family’s laughs, but ending up releasing the confettis and candies in it. At that moment, the family cheered and Antonio exclaimed:
 “Candies!!!”
Then, Bruno removed your blindfold with clumsy hands, making you smile when your eyes met his. 
“Hello there!” you joked. 
Finally, you both kissed and the party continued for a long time during the morning, to stop at lunch, and to resume in the evening. It continued until late at night, where you lovingly tugged yourself in Bruno’s arms, lying in bed with him. 
That day confirmed how you were right to have chosen to be with him. You were indeed happy! You reminded yourself to throw your ex’s letter in the trash. 
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insertmesoftly · 2 years
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Villain Bruno x Defiant Fem Y/N (CW Dubcon/Breeding Kink)
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@vocalvixen20cp For you ❤️
You shakily got home, exhausted after a day of work. The town was excited, it would be Antonio's birthday and finally, the night he would receive his gift. Though your neighbors and friends kept asking you to join them... you kept refusing. You were too tired. Parties aren't your thing. It was true but...
You still felt like a liar.
You dropped your cloak on the floor and moved up your stairs. You couldn't relax yet. You knew the worst was to come.
You opened your door, expecting to see the familiar signs of a temper tantrum. You saw a calm, humming Bruno, still with the ponytail you’d given him that day, instead. He turned to see you and his smile widened.
'You got here earlier than expected! What, no time to party?'
This... confused you. You knew how he felt about his family. You expected him to be in a flurry over the newest addition to the family getting his powers. Getting accepted. You furrowed your brows as you walked in.
'No... I didn't want to. Are... you alright? You're off today...'
'Ay, tesoro.' He moved to be in front of you sweeping you in his arms and readily nuzzling your neck.
'You're so thoughtful... you deserve a reward.'
'A.... reward?'
'Of course.' He's still on your neck, giving it kisses, his hand exploring your flesh.
'Who else do I owe everything to? You deserve... to be taken care of.' He finally separates just a bit to look at you. You know he's scheming something. You can tell by his tone and eyes. You don't trust this... but you also saw no reason to disagree. It's been a while since your first fuck.
'Alright... what do you have in mind?'
His grin widens as he takes you by the hand.
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It started with gentle kisses on the bed as he took off your clothes and left a trail all the way down until he was met with your lips. He gingerly began to lick at your labia, his hands kneading your thighs, rubbing them up and down. They stayed on your hips as his tongue delved deeper. Your breathing staggered and your hands gripped his head, your tight grip undoing his hair.
‘Aah… Bruno…’ He was being so gentle, unlike the first time. He’s being way too… unlike himself. Despite your enjoyment, you pull on his hair and make him look at you. He looked surprised but pleased.
‘What? Am I doing a bad job?’
‘No…. You need to tell me what you have planned.’ Your anxiety could not rest. It’s Bruno. He’s always had wild ideas. ‘Are you trying to distract me from something? What did you do?’
Your grip tightened enough to make him hiss, but his smile remained. ‘There’s nothing to really say. I just wanted to give you a good night… Is it a crime to want to make you feel the best I can?’
He moved his hand to forcefully separate yours from his hair. His ponytail was undone now, he took off the band that held it together and remade it hastily. Some hair still slipped away but he didn’t care as he took your legs and moved them with him as he rose. Now you had to be on your back as he stood, unable to grab at him again. He was less soft with his licks, nicking parts of you with his teeth, sucking on your clit as he fingered you. You had spurned his good graces, so now he was paying you back. You squirmed beneath him, your first orgasm ripped out of you with convulsions from the quickness of his actions.
‘WHAT WAS THAT?!’
‘Just the warm-up!’ He undid his britches and pulled out his cock, stroking himself after lowering you back down.
‘I need you to be soft… and prepared.’ At your glower he teased you by pinching your cheek. ‘That won’t do…’ He flipped you around simple enough and held your arms behind you as you squealed indignantly.
‘What are you doing?? There’s something off about you today! What are you hiding?’ You tried to face him, but he pressed your head down as he positioned you.
‘I told you…’
He aimed himself and slowly entered you, the act deliberately taking longer than it should. He made a noise in the back of his throat, nestling himself as far as he could before leaning down to kiss your back.
‘I just want you to feel good…’
You shivered. ‘….. Cabron.’
He snickered and began his slow thrusts. His hands gripped at your breasts, enjoying keeping them in place and feeling them. Nothing bad had presented itself… so you decided to enjoy the sex, slightly whimpering whenever he grazed your sensitive spot, moving in time with him so that he could hit it again. Bruno cooed at you for giving in, moving to your neck and humming into your ear as he continued rocking at a steady pace.
‘You feel wonderful, tesoro.’
‘Hmmm… I’d better, since you’re always on me like a dog.’
Bruno bit your neck at this, but you knew he wouldn’t feel insulted. Or you had hoped…
‘I am a dog… I’m yours, aren’t I?’
He moved away from you, his hands now firmly on your hips. He gave you a few squeezes as he quickened, every shot a direct hit for you.
‘Shit-Shit-Shit, can you- Slow down a little!’
‘Sorry, can’t hear you! I’m a dog, so I don’t know when to stop. I just want to fuck.’
He practically growled his last line, his nails dug into your flesh. He was going as fast as he wanted to, as deep as he cared to, though you were close to another orgasm, the sudden feeling of him twitching made your stomach become knotted.
‘Wait- Bruno- get out! Let go of-!’
‘Can’t! Hear! You!’ He was doing this on purpose. He was going to cum inside you. You squirmed at the sensation, your first time feeling him as he let out his breath and shoved as deep as he could, shot after shot of hot liquid filling you up.
You gasped for breath and trembled beneath him, unsure of what to do or what to say. You moved a hand to try to shove him off, he gripped it against your back and spoke through his heavy breathing.
‘We aren’t done yet… At least one more load for tonight…’ He pulled out just a bit, and pushed inside again, the obscene noise from it made your toes curl.
‘Bruno… why?’ Your mind was racing, you were still in shock. ‘You want me to get pregnant? You want me to have kids???’
‘Well, yeah, obviously!’ He leaned back to be close to your neck, talking into your ear.
'Come on, mi vida. It's not fair to let my sisters win. We should give the family some new Madrigals to really celebrate...'
This was it? What he was so sneaky about all night?!
‘So, what, this is all just petty revenge?!’
‘Of course not!’ He got weirdly quiet for a second, repositioning himself to not lean on you with his weight, before continuing.
‘I thought about it. We can do it. We can have kids. And we’ll raise them better…’ His arms circled around you, like an embrace. He nuzzled your neck.
'Don't you love me? Don't you want to please me?' His hand moved over your abdomen where he could feel his own thrusts. He clenched his hand over your skin, his eyes glazing at the image in his head, grunts following every word.
'I want your belly full with twins. And more after them. I want to have the most kids in the family... ngh, and we're already so late.' He paused to whisper in your ear, squeezing a tit and rolling a nipple between his fingers, his breath hitching as you clenched around him. 'I need to keep you full. I want to keep you stretched. Every night, mi vida, we need to keep going, we need to beat them, don't we?'
He turned you around to look at you, a bit of his previous load slips as he momentarily releases you, but he's back to plug you up in a second. His eyes have you unable to look away, his grin stretching his face as he laughs at you.
'Why are you looking at me like that? You said you'd do anything to help me before... Pooooor Bruno,' his hand brushes your cheek and he’s back to thrusting, you wince. You can already feel bruising.
'I know you pitied me. That's how all of this started, right? Poor, loser Bruno. Rejected by his family. Out in the streets like a dog. You should've known better than to take a stray in.'
His hand moves to your neck, massaging it it, contemplating giving it a squeeze, but he settled it back to be between your breasts. He could feel your heavy breathing and thunderous heart at once and he reveled in being the cause. He leaned back down to give you a kiss, sweet, sloppy, tender. He inhales your breath as he leaves you.
'Pobrecita. I'm never going to leave you.'
You cry out as the hand on your chest moved to tease your clit. He's on your neck; the biting, the licking, the rubbing, the thrusts. You whine, shrill sounds escaping your throat as you writhe under him, helpless to the overwhelming stimulation.
'Bruno! Stop!'
'Haaah, but you're making such pretty sounds, amor. Keep going.' He kisses the bottom of your chin, his stubble prickling your sensitive skin.
His tone stayed sweet. 'Come on, I've got you. I've got you... Cum for me? Andale, mi amor. Be a good girl...'
He picked you up with one arm, angling you better to where he knew you'd feel him the most, still touching you without his tempo stopping. He licks your chest and nibbles on a breast.
'I've got you... I want you to finish... please? Come on, baby, you're... so close I can feel it.'
'Fuck!' You gripped your pillow tightly and screamed as you did what he asked, thrusting back with him, clenching his dick, begging for his release too as you rode yours out.
'Bruno, more! More! More!' You cried. You wanted to be full, you wanted more heat, you wanted him to feel good to. Your permission was all he wanted.
'As you wish.' He thrusted a few more times, cumming inside you and dragging it out as you slowly became a ragdoll beneath him. You breathed hard as you felt every spurt spill, warmth pulling and staying even as he stopped.
So much had happened, you were both tired and running off the high. Still, he laughed deliriously at what you unwittingly have agreed to.
'You like this. You want this. Come on.'
He sounds so condescending; your irritation grows as he pinches your nose.
'Admit you want me to fuck you every night like this.'
You groan and try pushing him back, ready to get clean.
'I'm not going to admit to anything... you always do what you want anyways.'
'Aaww... wait.' Bruno stops your movements, pushing you back to bed a bit forcefully.
'We don't want any of my cum getting out of you.... yet.' He corrected the last bit at your expression. He slowly peeled himself away from you, thrusting back in any sperm that spurted without him.
'We should find a way to plug you up...'
'Bruno, I'm not going to try shoving anything that isn't safe inside me.'
'You already took me in! Why don't we try a few more- OUCH, ok, STOP MOVING!!'
He held down your legs as you kicked him, more concerned over the leaking than his own safety.
'Okay, okay. We can talk about it later. Just... stay put. I'll clean.'
Your eyebrows raised. 'You? The slob? Since when were you this nice?'
He scowled at your insult but got out of bed and kissed your forehead anyways.
'Since you agreed to have my kids.' He didn't stop at that, opting for a proper, deep kiss.
You hummed at the sudden sentiment, still wide eyed as he departed from you. His smile was soft. So unlike him.
His forehead pressed yours.
'You're mine now. I'm going to take care of you.'
You gave a little nod, unable to use your voice. He chuckled just a bit, his eyes closed and opened back to his usual asshole expression.
'Well, that's that.'
Enough being vulnerable. He got up and started doing as he promised, switching the sheets gently the best he could and wiping your body with a wet towel. He marveled at your stomach and couldn’t help caressing it as he watched it rise and fall with your breaths.
You can't leave him now. He felt reassured from the way you took him. You won’t be getting rid of him.
You're bound to him.
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noaltbruh · 1 year
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Hey! If you do request right now could you please do bucci gang’s (+trish if you want to) s/o reacting to them coming home badly injured after failed misson, and s/o’s like “alright, lemme just love and comfort you♡."
(づ ᴗ _ᴗ)づ♡
Have great day/night!❤️
Hi there! 😊 This request is very sweet, I really enjoyed writing this :)♡
(Why do I always get so carried away in Fugo and Narancia's bits Istg)
[Also, it gets rather sad at Abbacchio's part...Sorry]
Bucci gang being comforted by reader after a rough day <3
Giorno 🐞
Giorno is a perfectionist at heart, he knows what he has to do and is only projected on reaching his goal, no matter what it may be.
So, when he realizes that his mission was a failure, he feels absolutely devastated. How could he have screwed up so bad? How could he have ruined such an important task? How is he supposed to be a good Boss of he can't even take care of a mission.
As soon as he comes back home, he'll immediately shut himself down, he doesn't want you to be a part of his failure, to know about how incompetent he was, he knew you'd be disappointed in him.
Me may not even greet you once he arrives, only heading straight towards the bathroom to take care of his wounds.
You're not deaf, however, and you quickly notice that someone else is at home. When you knock on the bathroom door, he may hesitate a bit before admitting to be in there.
He asks you not to come here, which greatly alarms you. When you try to question if everything is okay, he answers with a simple "yes", hoping to calm you down.
It doesn't work obviously
So, when you step in and see him healing himself, you can't help but feel your heart breaking a little. Why would he hide for you when he needs help?
Then, it hits you that it's exactly because he needs your aid that he didn't want you to notice him. You ask him if it was about that mission he had to take care of, and he mostly just nods in response, not having the courage to admit through words that he couldn't do it.
When you start insisting on helping him feel better, he immediately declines, claiming that you don't need to worry and that it's his fault of he ended up like this, so he needs to handle it.
Despite this, you refuse to leave and gently take a sit next to him, assisting him in any way during the healing process. Giorno doesn't have the heart nor the energy to tell you to let him be, even though he wishes you would.
After you're done, you invite him to take a rest while you go and prepare something for him. The golden boy isn't able to argue with you further in the mental state he is, and just accepts to make you happy.
When you come back with a cup of tea and a blanket, he softly thanks you for your kindness and takes the mug, slowly taking small sips out of it.
You untie his hair and begin to play with it, you know he loves it just as much as he loves caressing yours. If you look closely, you will probably notice him blushing a little...He doesn't like to be so vulnerable around anyone, he hates this weak side of his.
He doesn't understand how you could be so nice to him even after he failed, he just...Doesn't think he's worthy of love, if he's not the best all the time.
Yet, even if he doesn't get it, he's deeply grateful to have you by his side. The thought of you leaving him if he shows you how miserable he is still haunts his mind, but your care for him helps him push it away, even just for a while.
Bruno 🤐
If Giorno couldn't accept failure, Bruno is no better than him.
He feels ashamed, he's supposed to be the Capo and make sure that everything goes well. What sort of leader can't even do his job right? How can he help anyone if he can't even take care of himself?
Shame and disappointment walk right beside him, as he pitifully comes back home. He hates for you to see him like this, he's supposed to protect you and keep you safe...Yet he barely made it out alive of something he should be able to handle with his eyes close.
Once you come to greet him and see him in such conditions, he tries to play it cool, since it aches his heart to see you worry about him. He won't be telling you anything about the result of the mission, it's better if you don't get involved in this subject.
It's not hard for you to read the situation though, and can tell that something clearly did not go as planned. Even so, you decide not to push it and simply invite him to relax a bit, hoping to take his mind off whatever may be troubling him.
One of the best way to help Bruno calm down would be to prepare a bath for him, maybe adding some perfume or special oils to the water to create a more enchanting effect.
However, convincing him to let you do so will not be an easy challenge. He will try to hold you back, to tell you to go back to what you were doing before and that he can handle himself. He doesn't want you to waste energy in putting him out of the pathetic state he ended up in, simply because he wasn't strong enough.
Even so, his insistence may cause him to get even more exhausted, backfiring at himself. Staring to zone off, he'd instinctively lay his head on your shoulder, letting you guide him to the bathroom.
Once everything is settled and you two get inside the bathtub, Bucciarati doesn't have any force left to try and oppose. He simply watches you, feeling his eyes getting heavy as you wash his hair and maybe even kiss his wounds.
Being the head of the team is hard, and everyone needs a moment to rest. Taking breaks doesn't align with the life style the man is accustomed to, but for once...He lets you handle it all, he lets you be in charge...Of him.
And he'll always cherish your care.
Mista 🔫
Mista doesn't take failure as seriously as his two friends. He knows that mistakes can be made and doesn't condemn himself nor the ones around him for screwing up from time to time.
Even then, it was kind of a punch in his ego's guts to mess up like this, the pistols always do a great job with taking an enemy down. He's annoyed that things turned out this way, but at the very least, the stand user was eventually tracked down and he got out of it alive, so it could have gone worse.
What really bothers him is how heavily he's injured, dude can barely stand on his own two legs and is bleeding quite badly. All that he wants is to go home and relax a bit, before he freaking dies from blood loss.
When he does so and you come to open the door for him, you're taken aback by the conditions the boy has ended up in, and the gun covered in red surely is not a good sign.
With that being said, he does have a tendency to get heavily hurt every time he's given an assignment, so you're confident in being able to help him.
He doesn't try to avoid the subject and just seems a bit reasonably annoyed when telling you what happened.
You tell him to wait for you while you go and grab something to patch him up with, to which he agree with no big deal. He thanks you and gives you the biggest grin his aching body allows him to muster up.
Mista is that kind of person who loves to show off, to demonstrate how tough and confident he is. Even so, he must admit that, maybe even just once in a while, being the one who gets spoiled with attention does not feel bad.
After, at the very least, the wounds have been taken care of, the two of you will probably order some take out while watching pretty woman for the millionth time together.
He loves physical contact and the feeling of having you so close to himself does make him feel quite nice. You won't be letting go of each other all night long, the Pistols will most likely be the ones to answer the door in your place.
You can see Mista's satisfied smile as he makes himself comfortable on you, putting his head on your shoulder and taking off his hat to feel more comfortable. He just adores the feeling of your bodies being so close to one another.
If you were to caress, or even just touch his shoulder, you'd basically see him melt into your arms. He'd close his eyes as the noise of the Tv slowly drifts away from his mind, letting him enjoy the moment of pleasure as much as he can.
Soon enough, the rough day he's been through is nothing but a past memory.
Narancia 🍊
Although it may surprise you, Narancia takes succeeding in missions very seriously. He wants to show the others that they can trust him, that he isn't some...Stupid good for nothing.
So, when he fails and probably someone else has to step in to finish the job, this boy feels useless. He doesn't even think about how badly he got hurt on the spot, all his mind is focused on is what a disappointment he is.
Despite how optimistic he usually tries to be, he just keeps on murmuring to himself on the way home how he always screws up everything, and can't do a single thing without needing help.
When he finally steps in, it takes you half a second to realize what happened. Seeing your boyfriend being under the weather is a rare circumstance, but a horrible one too.
You can guess that the reason why he's feeling this way is because of how the mission went. So, you don't ask him any questions and simply tell him "welcome back", trying to comfort him with a sweet smile.
He forces a little grin in return, not wanting to make you worry too much, but his body language speaks in his place, as he basically lets himself collapse on you. You're probably going to have to carry him to the nearest couch, and go get something to handle his wounds.
Once you do so, Narancia is just laying there all sleepy. As soon as you sit next to him, he immediately cuddles up in your chest, with his eyes half closed, just wanting to feel your warmth.
Be gentle with him while he's like this, this is a threat.
He doesn't say a single word, he just lets you aid him, feeling like he doesn't really deserve your affection, but not being able to say no to it.
Once you're done with his scars and bruises, he mumbles a quiet "T-Thank you..." and looks up at you with a living glance.
Rubbing his back, kissing him, caressing his hair...It doesn't matter how you decide to comfort him next. He just wants you to hold him, feeling the warmth of your touch and the comfort of your voice.
He clings to you as tightly as he can, just enjoying the sensation of being safe in your embrace. Narancia doesn't need anything but to know that you're there and that you won't leave him, even if he messes up.
The way you shower him with love and don't look down on him for being so clingy truly makes him feel special. He can't put in words how glad he is to have you in his life.
So, for once, the chatty and outgoing Nari just...Stays quiet and still, slowly dozing off as you keep on cuddling him to sleep.
Fugo 🍓
Sadly...Fugo is not new to failure. Having a stand like Purple haze sometimes feels like nothing but a weight on his shoulder. His friends fight bravely and risk their life, while he has to worry about not killing himself with his own power.
Mix his self-doubt with his anger issues, and you get a deadly combination. After the disastrous mission and before heading home, he's going to have to keep himself from fucking up anything or anyone in his range.
Filled with frustration, he'll let out a desperate scream of rage, before finally getting in the car and driving, risking to break something in it with any out of control movement.
He won't even greet you when he comes back to the villa. He'll probably try to distract himself reading something, only to realize that he's not able to focus on a single word due to his wounds and his mental state, probably tearing the pages apart in the heat of the moment.
You hadn't noticed the sound of the door opening before, but the noise of the poor book being destroyed surely did not go over your head. As soon as you walk in the living room and see your boyfriend, you instantly rush in his direction.
You put your hand on your cheek, not worrying about his agitated state, just wanting to comfort him as soon as possible.
Preoccupied, you ask him why he hadn't told you he had come back, to which he replies with a look of shame and avoiding eye contact, trying his hardest not to lash out at you.
You notice some of his blood had stained your hand, he might have even died if he didn't treat those wounds now, what was he thinking?!
You run up to bathroom as fast as you can, coming back with a first aid kit, alcohol and too many bandages to count.
He tries to tell you to stay away from him, that he's not seriously hurt and that you shouldn't be near him as he's still feeling enraged for what happened.
Despite his warnings, you continue with what you're doing, not even actually listening to him, as all your attention is set on making sure you don't miss a single wound on his body.
He annoyingly asks if you're even hearing what he's saying, but in the moment he realizes he's starting to raise his voice, Fugo just sort of...Shuts down.
He doesn't want to accidentally harm you or risk taking his anger out of you when you're just trying to help. He'll be damned if you suffer just because he's incapable of emotions in check.
Still refusing to look at you once you're done, he tries to find the courage to speak up and thank you for everything you've done, when suddenly you just...Leave.
The gesture leaves him confused. Did he say something that hurt you? Were you mad at him? Did he come off as ungrateful for not showing a bare minimum of appreciation for what you had just done?
Before his thoughts can take the hold of him, thankfully, you come back with...A bowl of strawberries?
You set it on the coffee take and take one with a small fork, sitting next to him once again. You thought some fruit would have helped cheering him up, and might have restored his energy, even just a little bit, considering how exhausted he seemed to be.
You hold him close to yourself and invite him to open his mouth for you to feed him. To no one's surprise, this highly flusters him, and he appears a bit reluctant to do what you say.
After some persuasion, he accepts and lets you do whatever you want. He'd never say it out loud but...He actually really enjoys you caring for him so much.
The way you don't let his anger stop you, the way you're always ready to offer him a hand when he needs it, the way you love him with all his flaws...
He may not like himself, but you do, from the bottom of your heart...And as long as this doesn't change, that reflected love will be enough for him.
Abbacchio ⏮️
Let's be honest, I can't help but think that Abbacchio also feels some sort of hate for his stand. Maybe not as much as Fugo does, but he sees it as a distant reminder of his guilty past and his uselessness in battle.
Despite how much he hates it, he can't be anything more than support for actual competent people, while all he can do is just watch from the sidelines.
Because of this, failure is not something he hasn't dealt with in the past. There have been plenty of occasions where Moody blues just...Wasn't enough.
And this hurts him, it hurts him deeply, more than he could ever put into words.
Yet, he's so used to it that he just...Stays neutral. Once the task has been handled by someone else, he doesn't say or do anything. He's just...Apathetic, and very, very tired.
He doesn't want to see or talk to anyone in this state, so when he comes back to the villa, he simply grabs the first wine bottle he can find and starts drinking it from top to bottom, non-stop.
As no one had come to greet you, you found it suspicious how there seemed to be sort of of noises coming from the kitchen. Walking into the room to check what was going on, you just stood shocked at the image of your heavily hurt partner chucking down a whole bottle of alcohol.
At the spot, you're not sure of how to react, you only approach him and try to take the liquid away from his hands, to which he resists, giving you an empty stare. He just wants you to leave him alone and let him drown in his self-humiliation.
When he sees the worry and desperation in your eyes, however, Abbacchio finally starts to feel something: remorse. It felt like your gaze was just begging him to let you help him, and it hurt even more than his failure.
As soon as he puts the bottle down, you don't waste any further time and drag him to the bathroom to take care of all his wounds. How could he just ignore them like that? They were even deeper than you had thought at first, if you hadn't done anything, there may have been some...Serious consequences.
Once you finish, he still doesn't react, you can't tell what he's feeling or thinking, so you just...Hug him, tightly, not aware if you're trying to comfort him or yourself.
Slowly, but surely, you can feel his own arms wrapping gently around your back, you could have sworn you almost saw him cry. At last, he finally murmurs a "I'm sorry" and doesn't let go until you do.
After this, the two of you head to your shared bedroom. You had made sure to warm the entire villa before he came back, you wanted him to feel cozy since you knew this mission was stressing him quite a lot.
This happens to be one of the very few times were Abbacchio accepts being comforted, or just...Receiving love in general. Physical contact greatly weirds him out, and he's usually the one to be cuddling you, not the other way around.
So, when you actually take the lead this time, the man doesn't really oppose, but it takes him a while for him to get habituated to it.
You pull out his pair of headphones and the two of you start to listen to his favourite tunes together. You knew this was his favorite playlist and he always listened to it if he needed a break from everything.
Everything, but not everyone.
Because at the end of the day, although his words or actions may sometimes leave you on the edge, it takes nothing but a glance in his eyes, to realize that truly, he's deeply thankful for your love, even if he keeps on screwing up.
Trish🎙
Personally, I don't really think Trish would become part of Passione after meeting the rest. Don't get me wrong, she'd still 100% live with them, and with you, but I believe she'd rather pursue her career as a musician than a mafiosa.
With that being said, let's say that, for example, as a one time thing, the boys were to ask her for help during a mission, and she accepted.
...Boy, she won't take it well.
This is because she saw this request as a way to prove herself. After spending so much time being sheltered and protected, this was the perfect chance to remind everyone that she could handle herself perfectly fine.
And she failed.
As soon as Bruno and the others interfere to keep her from getting harmed any further and kill the enemy... She may even start crying. Not out of pain, but out of sport for how incompetent she is.
It doesn't matter how much she tried, how much she thought she had grown, she still needed someone to do what she couldn't on her own, she was weak.
Despite their attempts at comforting her, Trish brushed them off and heads home before anyone else, wiping the tears off her face because there's no point in crying over it.
You greet her with a warm smile when she steps in, excited to know how the task went. Her cold "hi" and the bruises on her, however, already give you all the answers you needed.
You try to ask her if she needs anything, if she wants you to help her with her scars, but nothing. After a quick "I'm fine", she storms off and goes to get the first aid kit herself.
You knew she could be stubborn and that she shoved you off like that, it meant she really didn't want to be bothered. Even then, you couldn't bring yourself to just...Stay there and do nothing, it almost felt like abandoning her at her lowest, even if it's what she thought she wanted.
You softly knocked on the door and walked in, only to find her struggling to patch herself up due to any other wounds hurting as soon as she tried to handle a single one.
She couldn't help but blush in embarrassment in the moment the saw you, she felt like an inept, not being able to even cure herself, especially after it was her fault she ended up like this.
Again, you ask her if she needs any aid, but this time, more aggressively, she yells at you to let her be, that she's tired of asking other people for help, that she's...Strong on her own.
...Needless to say, tears start forming in her eyes once that last bit leaves her mouth. Pained by seeing your darling in such distress, you gently hold her tight and tell her that it's okay not to be able to overcome everything on your own, that you'd always be there to support her and that you think she's already strong.
As an answer, she just...Softly sobs on your chest, handing you the alcohol and everything else, holding tightly to you as she feels her pain slowly disappear.
After that is settled and her tears are dried off, Trish already feels a lot better, her green eyes look a bit brighter than earlier.
You carry her to bed as she gives you a small, sweet smile. Once you put her down and lay next to her, she lets her head fall on your lap, giving you permission to rub hair hair, despite usually preferring not to.
Some beauty masks and painting each other nails while watching something cheesy on Tv will lift her spirit up like nothing else. From the relaxed expression on her face, you can see that her doubts and worries have started to dissipate.
Gaining her full trust may not be easy, and it is a matter of fact that she does close herself off and pushes everyone, even her loved ones away when she feels threatened. Yet you never give up on reaching out to get, because you know that despite her denial, she just wants for nothing more to tell her that she's enough and doesn't to prove herself to anyone.
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calswildflcwer · 2 years
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The Vision ! ~ Part One
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Now reading; The Vision
camilosunshxne
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⇆ㅤ ㅤ◁part one ❚❚ next▷ ㅤㅤ↻
Pairing : Aged down!Bruno x fem!reader
Warnings : Foul language, doubtfulness. If there’s anything else lemme know.
Plot : You decide to go to Bruno for a vision and it goes surprisingly well despite the news therein being saddening for you. You keep going back, urging Bruno to develop feelings for you. Will his vision shine a little light on the situation for the Madrigal boy.
Pronouns used : he/him for Bruno, she/her for reader.
Note : I am not a Spanish native and I don’t know any Spanish, all Spanish nicknames mentioned in this story are translated from google. If anything is wrong PLEASE let me know and I will correct it.
Info : Bruno will be aged down to like 24, reader will be 22ish for this story.
Bruno taglist : @nervoussubjectappreciator @soumya-13 @camilos-mivida @n3r0-1417 @moon-cakiie
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You had heard the gossip around town, hearing the way people would talk about the seer of the Madrigal family. Thankfully, you weren’t one to judge somebody from other peoples perceptions of them.
They always spoke his name as if it was forbidden. It didn’t take long for you to hear the words Bruno and bad luck in the same sentence.
You would often wander around town with the same group of friends you always hung out with; Jesse, Adam, Veronica and Mariana. They would always whisper things in your ear about Bruno, letting you know how much of a menace the towns seer was.
However, you needed some insight on the future. You closed up the library in which you worked and began walking across the town.
People whispered his name as if he was something that shouldn’t be talked about, they would talk about him in hushed whispers and call him bad luck.
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You watched as the villagers began heading to their homes, not wanting to be caught in yet another one of Pepa’s thunderstorms. You walked slowly, your hands digging into the pocket of your dress as you walked through the town. You glanced up at the darkening sky, Pepa had been having a bad week. You really hoped she was okay. You weren’t the closest with the Madrigal clan, however, you knew that before your Abuela passed away, she got along pretty well with Alma Madrigal.
You slowly approached la casa Madrigal and rapped your knuckles against the door. It was pulled open by Alma, “Hola señora.” You smiled politely.
“Hola, Señorita! It’s (name), right?” She asked.
“Sí, that’s right. Um, is Bruno available?” You asked.
“We’re about to have our evening meal, Señorita. Could you come back later?” The elder asked you.
“O-oh, yes. Of course!” You nodded, not allowing your smile to falter.
Bruno appeared from behind his mother, “It’s okay, mami. I’ve a little time before Julieta is finished preparing the meal.” He let his mother know, a gentle smile adorning his lips.
“Are you sure, mijo?” She asked him, worry evident in her eyes.
“Sí, I’m sure.” He nodded.
Alma stepped aside, allowing you to enter as Bruno began leading you to his vision cave.
The steps almost killed you. “Would you like to be in there with me when I do the vision or would you just like me to bring the vision out to you once it’s done?” He questioned you, turning to you only to see you leaning over with your hands on your knees, trying to catch your breath. He stifled a laugh as he watched you.
“Could I be in there please?” You asked politely, finally regaining your composure.
“Of course. Come on in.” He smiled as he led you inside, “Just um… Just don’t hate me if it’s a bad outcome, okay?” He told you.
“I wouldn’t.” You told him, a genuine smile on your features.
He gestured for you to sit across from him, he threw salt and sugar over his shoulder before lighting the leaves and holding his hands out to you, “You might wanna hold on.” He told you.
You nodded, taking his hands in yours. You watched as his eyes glowed bright green before seeing the sand swirl around you. Your eyes were wide in amazement as you stared around; watching the images materialise around you.
You couldn’t make sense of either of them, all you could see was Jolene, your pet kitty. You frowned slightly, your eyes scanning the sand images.
Bruno soon let go of your hand and grabbed the green glass tablet that materialised in front of him, “For what I can see, it isn’t good.” He sighed.
You stared at him, waiting for him to continue, “It’s your, uhm, your cat, it’s going to die.” He mumbled, staring down at the tablet.
You let out a soft sad sigh, “I mean, I knew it was coming but it’s still so sad, you know?” You mumbled.
“It looks like a pretty big cat.” He told you.
“She’s a leopard.” You shrugged, not noticing the way his eyes became wide like you hadn’t just told him that the big cat he’d seen you hugging in your vision was a wild animal.
“A… Uh… A what?” He asked, confusion evident on his face.
You turned your gaze back to him, your eyes were wide. “Oh, I’m sorry. I kinda forget that people don’t expect that when talking about pets. Jolene is a leopard, my Abuela rescued her as a cub from a zoo when I was five so I basically grew up with her. When my Abuela passed away, Jolene was left in my care as my mamá didn’t want her in the house any longer so when I moved out, I took Jolene with me. She started getting sick a while back, I asked your sister for some remedies for her but it seems that was just delaying the inevitable.” You shrugged, staring down at the tablet.
“You keep a leopard in your house?” He asked.
A giggle left your lips, “Sí, well, actually, she used to spend most of her time in the backyard. She only started staying in the house when she got sick.” You sighed.
Bruno nodded, “That makes sense.” He mumbled. “I think.” He added. “I’m sorry it isn’t better news.” He told you as he led you towards the door.
“No, it’s okay. Thank you, Bruno.” You smiled at him, squeezing his shoulder as you left. “I’ll see you again, Bruno.” You told him before walking away, a soft smile gracing your features.
The doors of casita closed as Bruno turned on his heel, a soft smile gracing his features as he headed to join his family for dinner. “That looked like it went well.” Julieta observed, sending her brother a soft smile.
“The vision? Not really, her cat’s gonna pass away.” He sighed.
“But she walked out with a smile.” Alma noted.
“And she said she’ll see you again.” Pepa began teasingly. “She likes you.” She poked his cheek as a smirk spread across her features.
Bruno could feel the heat rising to his ears as he sat down, trying to block out his sisters incessant teasing. However, the image of you smiling at him and the lingering touch you left on his shoulder was spinning through his mind as he leant forward on the table, placing his hands over his head with a soft smile beginning to break through his features.
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You arrived home, staring at Jolene as she stretched across the sofa. “Hey girl.” You petted her head, earning a loud purr coming from the large animal.
You placed a kiss to the animals head before heading to the kitchen, “You hungry?” You called out.
The leopard let out a soft growl, indicating that she was. You threw out a few fish across the floor, allowing the large animal to eat them up as you began cooking your own meal.
You glanced into the living room, watching as your pet devoured her meal, you leant against the counter and let out a soft sigh.
“It’s not gonna be the same without you, Jojo.”
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~ Holaaaaa! New series bc the Camilo one really wasn’t working out for me 😭 Anyways, I know this part is quite short, whoops. Lemme know what y’all think though, angels! 😘 Stay hydrated, make sure you’ve eaten today, remember you’re loved more than you’ll ever know and stay safe, lovelies! Mwah! 💖
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sleeplessdreamer14 · 2 years
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Mirabel: Y/n, can I ask you a question?
Y/n: sure, what is it?
Mirabel: when did you fall for tío Bruno?
Y/n:
[flashback 30 years ago]
Bruno: I’ve always said my real gift is “acting”, hehe.
Y/n: (stares in confusion/starts to crack a smile)
Bruno w/ a bucket over his head: I’m Jorge, I make the spackle.
Y/n: (starts giggling) ‘new life goal: put a ring on this man.’
[present day]
Y/n: (glances around awkwardly) um…
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theguyoftherats · 2 years
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HI, I’M BRUNO MADRIGAL!!! DO YOU LOVE ME??? ❤️
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Bruno x Dancer!Reader with the [HAND] prompt? Love your writing!
A/n: Thank you!!
The prompt:
[ HAND ]:sender extends a hand to the receiver, wordlessly asking for a dance.
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You were one of the towns best dancers, people would always flock around you. To watch as your feet kicked off the ground, how your dress would spin and spin with each step you took. Your laughter ringing throughout the square.
Bruno was always drawn to your dance, he loved watching you though he was always to shy to approach you for a dance but then it happened again. Your spun around until you managed to catch his eye, a smile forming on your lips. Walking towards him you held out your hand for him to take, wordlessly asking him for a dance.
Pushing down any nerves he was feeling Bruno took your hand in his. A bright smile bloomed on your face as he tugged you in towards the other dancers and music. He spun you around, laughter escaping your lips as he found himself laughing too.
And for the first time in his life the man felt like he belonged and that was thanks to you and a dance.
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