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mila-uchiha · 2 years

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Hiii love your blog💗can I request Bruno with a s/o who once worked in a brothel and feels she’s too filthy for him?? NSFW can be added too:)

You're Beautiful ☾ Bucciarati x Fem!Reader

a/n: writing for my love bruno again<3 enjoy peeps

warnings: NSFW (minors DNI), swearing, praise kink, oral fem receiving, pet names, squirting, just a lotta sensual smut w ma boy

word count: 1.8k

Everything in the past two weeks had led up to this moment now.

Bruno had finally invited you to stay the night at his after you two met while he was on a mission for Passione. From then on, he showed interest in you and would invite you out on dates at expensive, world class restaurants, treating you in ways that made you fall for him despite the limited time you spent together and limited physical contact. He had only kissed you once and even that was enough. He was a gentleman, after all.

Bruno was perfect. Everything you had hoped for in a guy, but it was nerve wrecking, knowing that you held onto a secret that could change the way he viewed you.

Tonight was the first time you had visited his lavish penthouse, which soothed your nerves since you realized he wouldn't have invited you to sleep over if he didn't care, but as you stared at yourself in the mirror while in the elevator of his apartment building, you prepared for the worst.

"Amore, welcome." You were greeted by Bruno along with a soft kiss on your cheek, making you blush. As he showed you around and offered to take your bags, you felt your nerves rising.

Bruno, however, was very good at distracting you. He insisted that he cooked dinner and the next two hours consisted of you laughing at his clumsiness in the kitchen as well as the romantic candle lit dinner on his balcony looking over the city.

Everything felt perfect until you once again remembered that you had to tell him. You had to, but every time it was brought up, your mind immediately dismissed it.

After dinner and a few drinks later, Bruno escorted you to his bedroom, resting you down on his bed while he went to change and insisting that you did the same. So you did. You put on a sexy, lavender set of lingerie, expecting him to admire and not touch, however you didn't realize the kind of night he had in store for you.

"Wow," he blushed as he walked out of his bathroom wearing nothing but grey sweatpants. "So that's how tonight's gonna go, huh?" He chuckled.

You played dumb, putting on your best set of doe eyes while he walked over to you as you sat on the edge of his bed. His hand met your cheek, caressing it as you two held eye contact.

"I'm sorry, should I change?" You asked, wondering if you had maybe over done it on the outfit while your nerves began kicking in once more. Bruno leant down slowly, resting his lips on the lobe of your ear,

"Well, you can change if you want but either way, whatever you're wearing is coming off tonight," he grinned.

This made your heart rate sky rocket as your mind remembered that you had to tell him.

"Bruno I-"

He cut you off with a kiss. A slow, sensual kiss that left you wanting more. A kiss that made your worries go away. He picked you up from the foot of his bed and rested you down gently, leaving your head to sit perfectly on his satin pillows.

He climbed on top of you and in between your legs, leaving a space between your bodies, before kissing you again but this time, longer. This time consuming kiss made your thoughts run wild as the same issue was brought up again in your mind, causing you to push him away. He could tell something was wrong.

"Y/n, are you okay?" He pried. You struggled to look directly at him.

"Bruno.." You took a deep breath. "Bruno, I have to tell you something."

He looked at you with sincerity as he tried to ease your nerves,

"What is it amore?" He seemed confused. "Do you not want to do this? Are you a virgin? Trust me I've heard it all."

"Bruno, no I-" Another deep breath. "I don't think you're gonna like what I tell you." Tears began filling your eyes as his hand met your chin, lifting your head up.

"Hey, hey it's okay, talk to me"

"Bruno I-" He smiled at you, calming your nerves and making you feel safe. "I used.. to work.. in a brothel." A huge weight was lifted off your shoulders.

"I'm sorry if you look at me differently. If you want me to leave I understand. Most guys wouldn't want someone as filthy as me," you frowned visibly.

Moments passed in silence as Bruno stared at you until finally breaking that silence,

"Y/n..." Here we go, the worst was about the come.

"You think I'd care about that?" Or maybe not. You were shocked by his response as you finally gained the courage to maintain eye contact with him while he continued,

"It doesn't matter what you did in the past. I'm here with you, right now, and that's all that matters." An even larger weight was lifted off your shoulders.

"But-" You struggled to form a sentence. "But why would you want to be with someone like me? I'm filth-" He cut you off again,

"Don't ever use that fucking word to describe yourself. You're beautiful." This time, it was you, rushing in to kiss him as you felt pure bliss. As you broke away from his soft lips you spoke once more,

"You're the only guy that has ever accepted that part of me."

"Well you've been with some idiots before, then." His eyes trailed down to your lavender lingerie. "C'mon baby, take this off." He tugged at the fabric. "Let me see your body so I can show you how beautiful you are."

And so you took it off, lifting off the dress to expose your bare breasts and a matching lace pantie while your hands immediately covered yourself because for some reason, you felt shy in front of him. You had been so used to being touched and used in the past, but being around Bruno was different. It granted you this new timidity that you never experienced before.

As he realized that you were trying to cover yourself up with your hands, he immediately grabbed your wrists, pinning your hands to the side of your head.

"No, y/n, I told you I was going to show you how beautiful you are. Why won't you let me?" He asked. You shrugged,

"I don't know, I just get nervous. I don't want you to think I'm all... used up and filth-"

"Amore, what did I say about using that word?" He demanded.

"I'm sorry Bruno.. Go ahead."

"Good girl." And with that, he began kissing at your neck, your collarbone, your chest, until his mouth met your right nipple, kissing gently while making eye contact.

"So-" He kissed your nipple. "Fucking-" Another kiss. "Beautiful-" A final kiss, before his tongue began circling around it, causing you to release a few moans which caught his attention.

"Ohhh baby, even your moans are beautiful," he added as he was now face to face with you again. "I'm gonna make you moan whole night so I can hear your pretty voice." His hand caressed your cheek as his lips met yours again kissing gently before pulling away,

"Amore, will you let me kiss you everywhere?" He asked in a demanding yet soft voice. You nodded which caused him to grin as he began placing more kisses on your collarbone and chest, but he didn't stop there. His kisses trailed lower and lower until his lips had reached your pantie.

"You're so cute, wearing such sexy underwear for me." He let his thumb rest directly onto your clit through the lace which caused you to let out a louder moan.

"Fuck, yes. Such pretty moans." He let his thumb trail gently around your clit through the fabric as he listened to your soft moans continue. It was ecstasy for him, but he couldn't wait any longer.

He slowly pulled down your pantie, leaving you completely naked on his bed as he was now face to face with your opening, watching it in awe.

"Fuck, even your cunt is beautiful."

Without warning, he began placing soft kisses on your clit, relishing in your taste and causing your moans to get louder and louder, from his kisses alone as your body jerked.

"Look at you squirming under my touch. Stay still for me amore, I'm trying to taste you properly." You nodded, obeying his wishes as his hands held your hips down. His kisses stopped and his tongue was now gently flicking your clit left to right, causing you to scream out his name,

"Fuck! Bru-no"

The pace of his tongue increased as he then inserted two fingers, hitting your spot perfectly as if his hands were made for you. He lifted up for a second as the thumb of his free hand was now flicking your clit,

"Yes baby, continue moaning. I'm only gonna let you cum if I can hear you moan loud okay?"

You nodded. At this point you'd do anything for him. His tongue met your clit once again as his pace increased, his fingers pumping in and out of you and you obeyed his wishes again, moaning his name constantly so he could hear.

He began getting sloppy, literally eating your cunt as if it was the best thing he had ever put in his mouth and within seconds, you were nearing your orgasm. That familiar feeling was approaching and you were moaning more than you ever had,

"Fuck- Bruno... m gonna cum Bruno 'm gonna cum" and with that, you came undone in front of him, moaning heavily and deeply while you squirted all over him. And he let you. He let you squirt all over his sheets, all over his face, in his mouth, and he was enjoying every single second of it.

As he helped you ride out your orgasm, kissing your clit softly at the end, he finally lifted up and took his fingers out of you, putting them in his mouth and sucking them so he could taste you once again.

"Fuck, y/n, you taste amazing."

You chuckled, out of breath, and finally spoke after you tried to compose yourself,

"Fuck. I just squirted. I haven't done that in a while, Bruno."

He grinned, "Really? Well have you forgotten you're sleeping here?" He lifted himself up to meet you face to face as he allowed his bulging crotch to rest onto your bare pussy, rocking his hips gently.

"That isn't the last time you're squirting tonight," he spoke. His lips met yours in a passionate kiss and he began grinding his hips as his hands caressed your tits.

"Get ready amore, I'm gonna show you how beautiful you are tonight in many different ways."

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danddymaro · 1 year

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Icy | Bruno Bucciarati x Reader

mm...zombie mommy

I know the events take place back to back, but lets pretend we have some free time after the beach.

Angsty?

Word count: 2017

Icy

You wake up with somewhat of a start, a little gasp escaping you out of pure instinct as you come to.

It's not a sound that wakes you, or even a movement, but rather, a strange feeling that has you uneasy.

In a daze, you rub one of your eyes as the other skims over everyone else, making sure they're there ;

And they are...mostly.

Every one of them is asleep aside from the one you've realized has been staring at you for far too long. In fact, he seems to hold your gaze for an entire minute without so much as a say, concerning you.

"Bucciarati?” the single address left you, and as it did, it was an immediate snap back to reality for the man. The distant look in his lovely eyes vanishes in that moment before they lightly squint at you as he offers you the gentlest smile, a pleasing expression that’s a mirror to his most inner tenderness.

At the sound of your voice, the intense and stern gaze of his royal blue's deters. Soon, in place was a more softened look that had you even more worried.

Perhaps you were reading too much into it, but It was almost like he was sad.

Though, it wasn’t something you would be too surprised with, because even if none of you had talked about it since...the haunting image of Abbacchio tormented your every other thought.

After all, it'd only been hours since then.

The definite order in Bruno's voice when he ordered you to leave him behind was present in each recollection too, reminding you that you would mourn him.

You'd do so after you completed your objective ; after you made sure his sacrifice wasn't in vain.

- Because that's what Leone would have wanted himself.

You were certain of it.

' Do you think about it too?' you wondered, not knowing the many thoughts that existed within the man before you. Of course he’d seen so much throughout his young life, and has had his fair share of filthy jobs... but it was different when it was someone you loved.

- Someone you considered family.

'Is that what's on your mind?' you continued to silently question, knowing he was stronger than you were, aware that while you could barely hold back tears, he'd been the glue to hold you all together.

Narancia continued to openly cry as Mista looked far in the distance, his typical jovial demeanor turned sour as he fisted his hands and remained silent throughout.

You could hardly see through the tears.

In fact, you didn't even want to scoot an inch farther than where you were as you held onto Leone's cold hand, cradling it as you tried to share some warmth.

"w-we can't...." you tried to protest, your voice completely drowned out by Narancia's sobs and plea’s to not abandon the man.

“Please...” you could hardly form a word without a hitch.

'I wouldn't blame you,' you went on, still admiring him even while wondering if his collected behavior was all a mask as the leader of your group. Regardless, he’s done everything he’s had to to keep you together.

"Are you alright?" you finally asked him, your voice still soft, not wanting to wake anyone else up as you'd finally found a place to rest.

"- Of course," he answered you in a tone that slightly teased you for asking such a question. Meanwhile, his eyes slowly drift away from you, soon traveling overhead to where he could see outside your hidden safe zone.

A small smile still graced him, a lingering of something lamentable still there and making you feel uneasy, even if his voice was nothing but warm comfort directed at you.

"- Don't worry about me," he assured you after.

"You should continue to rest," he then said, surprising you because you hadn't even seen him take an extended blink.

"Aren't you tired?" you asked him, moving closer, and as you did your hand moved, coming near his laying hand that escaped the touch just as it nearly came in contact.

There was a soft pang of hurt within your heart, but you brushed past it, simply looking at him with that persistent worry you couldn’t overcome.

silently, his fleeting hand found refuge over one of his knees as he mused over the question, not knowing how to tell you that he didn't feel much of anything.

- Not since his confrontation with the boss.

he simply nodded his head in denial, choosing to keep gazing up at the clear ceiling with a sudden stern look, the same stern look that had you worried and begging to ask more questions you were sure he'd dismiss.

He had always been frustrating in that way.

He’d always been so easy to talk to while simultaneously sharing none of his own woes.

"You should take the opportunity," he lowly murmured, the advice one you didn't consider much before you responded.

"But...I want..." you nearly fell into silence in the attempt to word your desires, but somehow you managed to gather your courage together, catching the fleeting feeling with everything you could muster.

'It took a moment...' you reminded yourself. 'Just an instance and he was gone,' a nagging voice persisted, reminding you how suddenly your friend had passed without being able to say goodbye.

'- But you're right here,' you thought while looking toward Bruno, your heart fluttering at his very sight, just as it always did.

'The only thing I should be afraid of is losing anyone else... is not being able to say what I feel.' you added with just a touch of hope, a gentle smile gracing you as the thought visits you.

"Bruno...I want to stay awake with you," you voiced, simple and to the point, something that hits him with surprise, much more when he realizes your gaze doesn’t flee.

In fact, You’d never seemed so certain of anything before in your life.

His response was a thick swallow that occurred as his hand tightened over his knee.

You could see his lips purse, the light tension there soon dissipating as he emitted a soft breath that released more of that strange, new sorrow he carried around with him.

The truth was that Bruno hasn't felt much of anything since he came back, at best faint echoes of what was once there, but he was certain it would soon fade away too.

Frequently, he wondered if that gentle flicker in his chest when he looked at you was only a phantom feeling, an echo of what was once there, or if it was truly the love he felt for you existing against all else.

That feeling... was it just a memory? was it something like his heart beating?

He had too many questions, but from what he could gather ; not enough time.

'It's stopped...' he reminds himself, the space in his chest soundless, motionless.

And yet... you inspired something in him, especially as your eyes look at him with that loving light he’s only just realized has longing.

Leone Crossed his arms as he leaned against the doorway, his eyes closed in deep thought.

“Chances are...we won’t all make it back,” he told Bruno as they were earshot away from everyone else.

You were the only one in the room with them, unconscious as you laid on the large mattress, placed there by the dark haired man after Giorno had been fortunate enough to put you back together after an unexpected attack.

“We’ve already had too many close calls,” Leone says with little optimism, though he hadn’t had any other grievances if it meant he’d be able to accomplish something.

Meanwhile Bruno’s hand cradled one of yours, his thumb brushing over your knuckles before he gently let it settle down.

“That was the risk you all took when you joined me.” Bucciarati replied, responding back just a bit to icily as he looked down at you, his gaze set on the remnants of blood that still soaked your lips.

“Of course,” Abbacchio said while pushing himself off before staring at Bruno. “which brings me to my point now,” he said while his eyes settled over you.

“ This is for you,” he said with an apology gaze sent to you as he handed Bruno the envelope he’d crammed in his pocket.

“She’d told me to hand it to you in case anything happened to her... but I don’t see the use in giving it to you after,” he scoffed.

“I'm pretty sure I know what she meant by ‘Anything,’ but if we’re being technical ….this is constitutes as ‘anything,’ “ he said rather smugly as he handed the letter to Bruno.

As Bruno sat beside you on the vacant spot of the mattress, he looked up at Leone with surprise.

“...what is this?” Bucciarati asked softly, and as a response Abbacchio shook his head, chuckling.

“You defiantly need to read it,” he said while giving him a short wave, deciding to leave you two alone.

Leone just knew the contents by having only looked at the way you’d held it to your chest before you planted a soft kiss on it and handed it to him.

Bruno had been so blind, so oblivious that it had had him stunned as he read the contents that had been written down by your very hand.

Yet, what was something that should bring him an immense joy only saddens him furthermore because he knew that it was only a matter of time before the husk he inhabits suddenly shuts down.

'Thank you,' he doesn't say it, but he leans in, his arms pulling you close to him, bringing your body so close to him, you immediately fit together without a struggle.

It’s surprise to you, and your voice catches in your throat. Soon, your chin is right at the bridge of the muscle between his neck and shoulder, resting as you let out a small gasp of surprise.

You try to dive into the feeling of him embracing you, yet find it difficult.

He's cold to the touch, even as he's holding you so close, so tightly you should feel some transfer of heat in between.

Your arms that have crossed behind his back and have been pulling him impossibly close shake, as does the rest of your body.

It's immediate, the way your eyes flood with tears is dreadful, but not much more than the ease they begin to fall at.

For that moment you don't question why he's so cold, instead, you wonder why you're crying, why such a moment feels nearly dreadful, like something grim looms over you both and threatens to pry you apart.

‘Why....?’ its a single question that could take many roads.

The way he pulls you close nearly hurts you, but rather than voice discomfort, you say his name in a way that’s eerily soothing.

Gently, you whisper it by his ear, at a loss for any other words.

"You... feel cold..." it's all you say, managing through the short breaths without a sob, and he says nothing in return.

Instead, he softly shushes you, his hand pressed to the back of your head, cradling you like a terrified child, which is just what you feel like.

A gentle kiss falls on the crown of your head, lasting as he closes his eyes.

He doesn’t dare to try for anything more, finding it insulting to graze your warm lips with his numbed, cold ones. He’s concerned over the scent he emits, about all of the wonderful things you’d written down that now couldn’t possibly be true.

He was even sure that his eyes have lost much of their luster, and he’s just sorry that the last of what you will remember of him will be the grotesque form that now weaves through your lovely strands of hair.

It’s a shame, though with a little smile gracing him he lays his chin over your head,

“Don’t worry about me...” he says again,

“you’ve already brought me joy...”

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noaltbruh · 2 years

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Hey I saw your requests are open and I enjoyed reading the last Bucci gang fic you posted so much that I wanted to ask one of my own! If you do decide to do this request I want to thank you very much and tell you to take your time 😄❤️

Can I get Bucci gang + Trish with a female petite partner Under 5’2 w/ a small build who’s a surprise glutton? She eats healthy, fasts, only drinks water but when they go somewhere unhealthy once in a while she’ll eat 4-6 plates of food plus dessert. She eats super proper too, excusing her burp, back straight, legs crossed and dabbing the crumbs off the corner of her mouth with napkin, all without ruining her lipstick. If they go for gelato or icecream she’ll get 4 scoops w/toppings. When they eat Mexican food she eats 16 tamales or 13 tacos, chips and salsa w/ a large drink. If they tease her or commend her she gets very bashful and self conscious about it. Their partner is used to shocked reactions but she gets bashful around them because she’s embarrassed that it looks unattractive. If they’re sweet about it she gives them smitten looks.

Thank you so much for your request! Just wanted to let you know that I really enjoyed writing them and you're always welcomed to ask for more 😊

I decided to write small scenarios instead of headcanons, I hope you don't mind! :)

By the way, this reminded me of the time when I went to get sushi and when I found out that "All you can eat" applied to deserts as well, I became a freaking aspirator.

Giorno 🐞

Summer time, such a nice period of the year. The already busy streets of Napoli were flooded with tourists and groups of people hanging out, enjoying a nice break after long months of hard work.

Of course, however, occasions such as these ones were not as common when you're part of the Mafia, let alone, the Boss of it. Don Giorno has always been a responsible person: uptight, mature and dedicated to his job, but at heart, he was still a teenager.

His life pre joining his gang was a rather simple one, aside from...Ahem, scamming innocent strangers, but if there was something one wouldn't expect for the freaky Mafia Don...Was his love for sweet food...And people he deemed as his close ones, especially his found family and lovely darling.

In fact, on those rare situations where the charming boy could afford to put his mind at ease, away from work, he'd make sure to pay back his tesoro for the time he had to be away from her, giving her his full attention.

The two of you were waking down the sea side, accompanied by the music of street players and the sun shining above your heads. As they say...Il sole illumina i belli, and in Giorno's eyes, you were the most beautiful girl in the world.

He loved your petite figure and when you'd rest your head on his soft chest or legs, as he filled your forehead with kisses. He was glad to have found someone so classy and well-mannered as you, you always helped him maintain a professional, high classed image whenever the two of you would be seen in public together.

As such, you can imagine the surprise that awaited him when you went to get a sweet treat together that afternoon. You knew that there was a small gelato stall in the zone you were currently in, it was Giorno's favourite, and the man who worked there would always greet him with a smile every time he stopped by.

"Why don't we get a cono, cara?"

He asked with a soft voice.

"Oh, uhm...Okay, sure!"

You replied, a bit hesitant. It's not like you weren't hungry, quite the opposite actually, you just knew you wouldn't have been able to control yourself, as soon as you saw all those different flavors exposed in front of your eyes. You could already feel the saliva forming in your mouth and your pupils expand like the ones of a puppy, hoping your boyfriend somehow wouldn't have noticed.

You could already predict what he was going to pick: chocolate and pistachio, a classic for him. However, when you were the one who had to speak up and order your own, you just...Felt your usual composure leaving your body, as you just shamelessly ordered one of the weirdest, unhealthiest combinations possible: setteveli, tiramisù, zuppa inglese and amarena, an unusual mix of sweet and bitter, before asking if you could add cream too.

You could see the man smiling lightly, as he handed you over your ice-creams and waved you a good afternoon. Giorno and you sat on the nearest bench you could find, when you noticed he hadn't even touched his own, he was just looking at you, before he patted the top of your forehead and let out a small laughter.

"Hehe, oh my, who would have thought that you shared my same weakness?"

You felt the point of your ears turning red, as you sensed the embarrassment kicking in and the cream already melting a bit in your palm.

"Sorry...I couldn't help myself"

In that moment, however, a delicate kiss was pressed against your cheek.

"What are you even apologizing for? I think it's actually kind of cute"

"Really? You aren't just saying that to make me feel better, right?"

"I suggest we stop worrying about such frivolous things, and actually start eating before it completely melts, it'd be a shame to let something so delicious go to waste"

The shy smile you gave him turned into a huge grin as soon as you bit into it, it felt so refreshing, just what you needed, it had been a while since you've had something outside of your usual, strict diet.

You took the napkin wrapped around the ice-cream and wiped away any sort of stain from the corners of your mouth, Golden boy was genuinely surprised by how you weren't going to forget your well manners even in such an informal context.

"Elegant as always, I see"

Bruno 🤐

Ever since tour first meeting, Bruno gas alzata struck you as a person. He was genuinely kind, self sacrificing, selfless...Sometimes even too much for his own good.

And on top of this, his refined manners just sent you completely in awe. Everything he did, from the way he walked to the way he talked, sometimes it felt like talking to a prince, or someone you just knew belonged to an high-classed society.

And partially, that was true, although a bit different from what one would imagine...Surely, being one of the most influential people in the Mafia was not the first "job" that came to one's mind, when thinking about sophistication.

You knew Bucciarati wasn't a judgmental person, but giù couldn't help big vero like you just HAD to keep up with this image, this reflected very well in your helathy diet and the attention you out into following the etiquette, without ever taking another step.

Or, at the very least, that is what you had shown to your partner so far.

Just like his Boss, Bruno couldn't always be by your side, despite how much he wished he could. He had many errands and duties he had to take care of, and you understood, but always hoping for him to come back to you as soon as he could.

He loved to cook for you and the way you leaned your head against his shoulder, he always thought your small figure only made you look even cuter than you already were, you were adorable.

And when Bruno was finally able to free himself from work, even if it was just for a day. You were having a nice, simple date at the beach, he had showed you how to fish, something he had learnt from his father in the past, and you were now cuddled up in each other's arms, admiring the sky.

Time to get back home was approaching fast, but there was something bothering you in the back of your brain...Or rather, in the middle of your stomach.

You couldn't help but notice a small cafe, not far away from the stone entrance to the beach. Before Bruno could take you back to your car, you asked, a bit bashful:

"Uhm...Amore, how about we stopped there for a minute, before leaving?"

You looked in the direction of the small place with the corner of your eye, to which Bucciarati nodded, smiling at you.

"If you were hungry, you could have just told me sooner"

You let out a nervous laughter, perfectly aware to what was coming ahead. It sounded silly to say, but you partially wished he would have declined.

As you stepped in, you directed your gaze towards the menu, which listed any type of granita you could possibly imagine, while the smell of those fresh, just baked brioches filled your nose.

"What are you going to get?"

Your boyfriend said, snapping you out of your thoughts.

"I'll...Need a moment, you can go first"

"Alright"

Bruno got a simple coffee flavored one, but you, being unable to choose a single thing, thought it was a good idea to mix up chocolate, strawberry and cream, all or this accompanied by a brioche as well.

You sat on one of the small tables outside, as the other gave you a somehow...Concerned look. You couldn't enjoy the sweet, fresh taste of your treat, feeling his eyes stuck on you.

He was surprised, but not because he thought what you had chosen what grotesque, he was just worried.

"Cara..Are you sure you about what you chose?"

You held your hands in one another, after placing a napkin on your thighs.

"Am I embarrassing you? I...I get it...Sorry"

You saw the one in front of you slightly tilting his head to the right.

"Embarrassing me? Don't be silly, I'm nobody to judge you for this, I just...Wouldn't want you to feel sick"

You unconsciously smiled hearing that last bit, had you forgotten who you were talking to? It was impossible he would have thought less of you for something so superficial.

The freshness of the cream, together with the icy chocolate and strawberry felt so sweet, and once the two were done eating, Bruno concluded.

"I'll keep that in mind next time I'll make a nice meal for the two of us, tesoro"

Mista 🔫

One thing Mista would always stand out for, ironically, was the simple and go with the flow way he had been living life since he was born.

Even when he became part of Passione, this boy still enjoyed the everyday things the world around him had to offer. If you didn't know, you probably wouldn't even think he was a mafioso, just some random teen trying to enjoy his youth.

Your dates with him are either incredibly chill, or the most random, unpredictable moments in your life. Most of the time, whenever he asks you to hang out, you can be sure he's going to improvise everything, from what you're going to do to where you will go.

He won't say it out loud, but sometimes he almost feels like he doesn't deserve someone with your elegant manners, like you're just too good for him. He eats way more than he most likely should, doesn't know what napkins are and specifically looks for the places with the most...Questionable cooking, just to see how bad it actually is.

He knows better than to make you come along though, so your stomach has always been safe...Until now, that is.

It was the middle of the night, both of you have had to deal with plenty of missions and duties, and haven't had much time to joke around in the recent times. When you finally got a weekend off, however, Mista decided it was the right moment to absolutely go feral and do the first thing that came in your mind without thinking about it twice.

The two of you were taking a ride on his motorcycle, your boyfriend wasn't following any of the speed limits in front of you, and accidentally crushed against a lamppost thrice in half an hour. You had no idea of where you were going whatsoever, you just wanted to have fun and enjoy the moment.

You arrived in a part of the city far away from your home, neither of you were exactly sure is this area was safe or not, but it's not like it was a problem for the mafioso with a gun in his pants.

You got down and watched him put the vehicle in the first parking lot he could find. As soon as he was done, he placed his elbow on top of your head and smirked. He would always be teasing you for your short appearance, once he even called you "midget". It was annoying, but you were mature enough not to take him seriously and understand that he was just messing with you to see your reaction.

He actually thought you looked adorable, he was just too much of an idiot to tell you in a way that didn't sounds sarcastic.

"Heh, hope you liked the ride, bambola"

"Sure, I hope you're going to like all the fines you're gonna get for driving that way"

"Like I'll ever pay them"

You decided to go for a walk and see if there was anything fun to do, a nightclub to party for a couple of hours, before heading back to your house would have been perfect.

As you were busy listening to his newest idea on why owning a pet pig would actually be a good idea, you couldn't help but feel a hole in your stomach that just begged for you to fill it. You tried to ignore it, as three am. was probably not the best time for a snack... Especially considering what your idea of "snack" was.

To be fair, you weren't really scared he would have judged you for the way you loosened up on your usual strict diet when you would eat outside. The big with the quirky hat surely was in position to tell you to limit yourself.

Still, you hesitated, you've always been used to kind of hide this tendency of your, it embarrassed you, and he was still your boyfriend, after all.

All of a sudden, however, you felt the hand he had placed in your hip as you were walking...Push you a bit closer to the other, as he pointed out to a building not so far away from where you were staring in that moment.

"Oi! Let's go grab some stuff, I'm hungry!"

You raises your head a bit and tried to hide your excited smile when you realized what he was referring to: it was a restaurant. Oh, don't get the wrong idea, not some fancy place, a Mexican one.

"Mexican food? Now?"

You sarcastically questioned, when he started dragging you to the place even before gracing you with an even more sarcastic answer.

"Aw, is your stomach too delicate for that, princess??"

You punched him lightly on the shoulder, before you both burst out laughing. It was in that moment you decided to out your usual sense of decency outside, and show this guy who was the little delicate princess here.

"Be serious!"

"No, no I don't think I will"

The restaurant was surprisingly full of people despite the unconventional time of the day. You sat down at the nearest table you saw and looked at the menu.

"You can always get a glass of water if you don't feel like getting anything, ya know?"

"Don't worry about me, I'll be fine"

The dead inside expression of your waiter turned into one of visible concern when your boyfriend had the shameless idea of ordering 15 tacos all for himself. Just when the girl serving you was going to ask you if you were going to share, you said:

"I'll have what he's having"

Giving him your smuggest smirk, which he reciprocated, accepting your challenge.

"Oh yeah? Still salty from I said earlier?"

"Nah"

You crossed your legs and placed both of your hands on top of your thighs.

"I just felt like it"

As soon as everything arrived, you didn't even have time to blink, before both of you threw yourselves on your food. Mista ended up finishing before you and rubbing in your face, considering that he didn't take any breaks to use a napkin or worry about other "formalities"

He leaned back on his chair, almost falling off, a huge grin slammed on his face.

"I win, but nice try, didn't know you had that in you"

You smiled reassigned, biting into your last taco.

"About that idea you told me about earlier..."

"Yes?"

"Why would I need a pet pig when I already have you?"

"HEY! WATCH IT"

The rest of the night went well, it surely made up for the terrible stomachache the two of you had the day after.

Narancia 🍊

Whenever you felt like things were getting a bit tougher than usual, there were expectations on your shoulders it was hard to keep up with, or just too many responsibilities to handle, you could always count on Narancia to cheer you up, no matter what.

Some would have called him a bit childish, but you just loved that part of him too, his innocence and carefree nature intrigued you quite a lot.

He was used to people looking down on him and considering the kid of the gang, he wasn't as elegant as Giorno, or Bruno, or even Abbacchio, for all that mattered.

He couldn't help but feel self-concious about himself even when the two of you would spend time together, especially if you were to go to a restaurant and have dinner with the rest of the squad.

You could even notice him trying to mimic your body language and refined manners, he genuinely tried to...But he wasn't exactly very good at it. If you ever were to bring it up, he'd deny everything, saying that you're reading way too much in the way he placed a napkin on his legs.

He just wanted to look like some super fancy man in your eyes...When you honestly didn't care, especially since your healthy eating habits were mostly a façade.

And when he found out about it, a part of him finally felt relieved.

It was one of those lazy Sundays afternoon, it was the only day of the week where Fugo wouldn't tutor him, and he always made sure to make the most of it. However, ever since he had met you, just having you by his side made it a day well spent.

The two of you were running down the street, not a care in your mind, as Narancia picked you up on his shoulders to give you a piggy back ride. You almost fell off him a couple of times, but it didn't matter, you were used to it after all.

Your boyfriend loved your petite, slim figure, not just because you looked adorable, but because he loved to carry you like you were as light as a leaf. He'd always spin you around, bridal style carry you...Or, well, what he was doing right now. It was nice to have someone who didn't judge you for your height, he wasn't much better than you, after all.

It felt wonderful to finally get such a nice view of everything around you, but sometimes you'd just stare down at him, his big purple eyes, and his even bigger smile. However, something did catch you off guard: when he abruptly stopped, with not warning whatsoever, you immediately became rigid, already preparing yourself for a possible attack.

"W-What's the matter, cucciolo? Why did you stop?!"

But all worries soon dissipated, when his eyes widened even further, as he had to stop himself from bouncing up and down.

"Dolcezza, look look! That place is huuuge!"

You looked in front of you, and noticed the new supermarket it had just recently opened. You had seen bigger ones before, but you weren't surprised by how something so mundane seemed to have caught his attention like a kid with a toy.

"I wanna get some snacks, come on!"

"W-Wait, Nari, put me down first!"

You said, before you could accidentally bump your head against the wall.

"Whoops! Hehe...Sorry"

As you both walked in, you watched, amused, as Narancia ran from every section to one another, picking chips, chocolate bars, candies, sugary drinks...Thankfully, all the missions he took care of helped him lose weight.

After he was done paying for everything (with a little reminder from you), you spotted a couple of branches under a tree, it was getting pretty hot outside, so a little temporary repair from the sun wouldn't have hurt.

You knew very well that your boyfriend didn't enjoy sharing his food. Not because he was greedy or anything, but the memories of being forced to look in dirty garbage cans, hoping to find anything slightly edible, made him quite "protective" of what he had now.

So, when you saw him hand you one of the boxes of cookies he had just bought, you'd lie if you said a part of you wasn't surprised by that gesture, despite the fact that this boy would have done anything for you, this little act felt...Really special.

"I know they probably don't sit well with your diet and all, but you know, it won't hurt to sgarrare for once, right?"

He said, blinking at you. While you usually tried to avoid sweet food, the smell of those chocolate chips was calling out to you like the singing of a mermaid.

"Hehe, just one, ok?"

"Sure sure, whatever!"

That's what you had in mind, at least, but you realized you might have exaggerated a little, when looking down at the box, you realized that there wasn't a single crumb left.

You sensed your cheeks turning light pink from the embarrassment, when you heard Narancia snorting, before he started laughing out loud, almost dropping a soda to the ground.

You were half expecting him to make fun of you, he loved to tease everybody, after all, and while you weren't exactly his favourite target, it didn't mean you always got away with everything without one of his comments.

But instead, after he was done giggling, he let out a long sigh and placed an arm around your shoulder.

"So you're normal!"

"W-What?"

"Yeah! I don't have to worry about being all fancy dancy around ya, you got a weak spot too, haha!"

You versed some orange juice in a little plastic glass, making sure not to leave any stains on the sides of your lips.

"Well, I suppose nobody is perfect"

You concluded, patting him on the head.

Fugo 🍓

Something that always made you curious about Fugo, was his, for a lack of a better term, "double-faced" nature. His anger issues could be quite...Challenging to deal with from time to time, but when those were nowhere to be seen, strawberry boy was incredibly mature for his age. So much, it almost worried you sometimes.

You could guess that, as he had grown up in quite the strict household, his parents' expectations forced him to only behave in the most perfect, fancy and careful way imaginable. Saying that he "knew one thing or two" about etiquette, as he'd sometimes tell you when you brought the subject up, was an underestimation.

And in return, he appreciated the way you acted, and how you seemed to care, at least even a tiny bit, about your own well-being. As he had gotten used to hang with Mista and Narancia, who did not even know how to spell etiquette, and that would have probably eaten a quiche found under a bench if it looked tasty enough or even if it didn't.

It was nice having someone a bit more like to himself, he was refined by nature, and be was quite sure that, even without his parents' influences, he would have turned out in a similar way.

He was still a teenager though, and you sometimes wondered if he, too, secretly had a more...Uhm, mundane side, to put it simple, that he wasn't really used to show when he was with somebody else.

Surely, however, seeing you show that part of yourself caught him off guard, although not necessarily in a bad way, of course.

The two of you loved to plan your dates and go out together in the middle of the week, because you knew those were the days where less people were free to do the same, it partially felt like having the city all for yourself. When you're part of the Mafia, free or busy days don't really depend on anything, just the amount of missions and paperwork to take care of, which you couldn't really control.

There was an old bakery quite distant from the most crowded streets and areas of the town, not many people knew about it, but it had enough recurrent clients for the family that ran it to keep it open for entire generations by now. You were two of them, the people working then would recognise and greet you with a smile every time they'd see you.

When you entered the place, you were walking arm in arm, Panni could be quite the gentleman, even though you wouldn't really tell at first. You knew he was rather insecure and didn't have much faith in his strengths , and while he was very well aware of the fact that you were strong enough to take care of yourself, he often felt the need to protect you from actually non existent threats.

Maybe it was just because of your look, it was a matter of fact that someone not particularly tall as you would be an easy target for anyone, you couldn't help but think that he worried about you too much, but you did secretly enjoy seeing this more confident side of him, even if it only came out to "keep you safe" when he really didn't have to.

He wasn't one to judge by appearance, but you'd often catch him smiling just looking at your direction, he always thought you looked incredibly tenera, but he wouldn't dare to just blatantly said it out loud, he was pretty shy regarding the subject of "compliments".

The little wooden door swung open, catching the attention of a woman who was standing behind the shiny counter filled with all sorts of homemade pastries and cookies.

"Good afternoon! It's nice to see you again"

She welcomed you. You reciprocated her greeting and were deciding what to get, you would have sworn on your life that Fugo was going to pick something strawberry flavored, he was quite predictable on this matter.

The lady, who had learnt to memorize your taste and usual orders, pointed to a small table for two and smiled.

"We've just added a new recipe to our menu, and since you're recurring costumers, I was wondering if you'd like to be the first one to try it. It's on the house, of course!"

Admittedly, the perspective of free sweets sounded tempting for you, although your boyfriend's reaction soon destroyed your fantasies.

"Thank you for your offer, but I don't think it would be fair for us not to pay for it"

"Y-Yeah, that's right"

You added, feeling a bit disappointed.

"It wouldn't be a problem for us, really "

The woman insisted

"It's a cestino di fragole filled with cream and chocolate on the sides of the dough, I believe you would really like it, young boy!"

You chuckled, Pannacotta's tastes were really too obvious.

"...Alright, we'll try it"

He answered, not being able to resist to the temptation.

"Perfect, I'll be back in a minute"

She followed her words, and the pastry was served in front of you. You split it in two and took a bite, it was the best rendition of this sweet you had ever tried. The cream was fresh, the strawberries were juicy and the additional chocolate only made it tastier. All those flavors mixed up with the crunchy dough...It felt like biting into a piece of Heaven.

"What do you think, caro? Do you like it?"

You asked him, making sure there were no traces of red fruits on your face.

"A lot, not that I'm surprised, this place never disappoints"

"Agreed!"

You happily replied, calling the woman's attention. Up to that moment, whenever the two of you would come to get something in the bakery, you always limited yourself with the amount of pastries you'd get, you didn't want to look overly gluttonous in front of your partner.

However, by the time the waiter reached your table, you had made up your mind. If you wanted to exaggerate for once, so be it.

"Please, you could bring us other...Six of these cestini? We'll pay for them, of course"

"Excuse me?"

She responded, turning into Fugo's direction, to see if he approved of the idea.

"A-Amore, are you sure about this? I'm not really hungry anymore"

"Don't worry Panni, I know you don't eat much"

"I-...Alright, as you wish"

The one in front of you didn't utter a word until the sweets arrived, staring a the tray on the table, and then in your direction.

"I uhm...Didn't know you liked this kind of thing so much"

He commented, surprise filling his voice. You were starting to regret your decision, you shouldn't have left the temptation get to you, you just wanted to loosen up with your diet for once.

"Although...I suppose I can't blame you"

He chuckled, bringing an hand in front of his mouth, this sudden change caught you off guard.

"I admit, if I had the stomach to eat so much, I'd probably do the same"

You smiled, grabbing the first one from the tray with a napkin.

"Really? I really can't see you do that"

"Well, I would have said the same about you up until five minutes ago, but enjoy yourself, I just...Hope you won't end up getting sick from all these"

"I won't...You don't have to worry about me all the time, you know? But thank you for it"

You both smiled at each other.

"You're welcome...And is it okay if I grab another strawberry from one of them"

You giggled and nodded slightly, your legs were crossed and your well composed position gave the idea you were about to try a fancy meal at a five star rated restaurant.

"Of course, Panni"

(For a reference, this is what you had :) )

Abbacchio ⏮️

Admittedly, Abbacchio did not expect to take a liking for such as much as he ended up doing. Clearly, considering the relationship the two of you are in.

He originally thought of your presence as another one of the many bothers him and Bruno had to take care of, in order to make sure you wouldn't act or do something either incredibly reckless or irresponsible.

On the contrary, you soon became a sort of relief to him, as you tried your best to nicely blend in with the other two "adults" of the group. Your way of being reflected, at the very least, a decent level of maturity and refinement to accompany the former.

Abbacchio's table manners were not perfect, surely listening to music with earphones wouldn't be considered a perfect behavior, especially when eating with others. That does not mean that he wasn't able to act high classed, if he meant to, it just didn't come as naturally for him as it was for you... Apparently.

And if he hadn't been forced to maintain an acceptable image of himself, you could swear he would have almost spilled some of his wine during one of your dates, seeing the gluttonous side you attempt not to show very often.

Celebrating the Patron Saint of each city is quite the big occasion in a religious country like Italy, and it is quite easy to guess that Napoli, being the noisy town that it is, would make a great deal out of it.

Plenty of streets were filled with stands selling all sorts of good, from jewelry, to clothes, to food and much more.

Although Abbacchio was not particularly fond of all the noise and people that came with this sort of event, he didn't have much of a choice but to tag along, as most members of the gang were eager to throw themselves in the crowd and the festivity.

Once you got there, however, everybody scattered pretty quickly, all running and walking in compete different directions, leaving you alone to enjoy the atmosphere with your partner.

"Urgh, this is lame. Those guys went their own ways, can't we just go home now?"

The man protested, but the excitement that surround the whole street was too much for you to resist, maybe you could convince the grumpy goth to have fun, even in a place like this.

"Come on caro, don't be so biased"

You said, holding his hand a bit tighter.

"We're already here, we could enjoy it while we're at it, don't you think?"

Seeing your enthusiasm, he decided to let it slide and play along, it wouldn't have been fair to force you to leave, if that's what you really wanted. So, after signing heavily, he reluctantly agreed.

"...Alright, but not for long"

"You won't regret it, you'll see"

You noticed him letting go of your hand, which caught you off guard and saddened you a little. Did he not want people to understand you were together? He did use to act a bit like that during your early dating phase, but this tendency of his had disappeared with time.

However, you soon felt him grabbing you by your waist as he started walking again, making sure you were always close to him. This gesture in a public place left you even more speechless than the previous one, you didn't really understand why he did so, but you decided not to question it and simply enjoy his touch as it was.

It might sound as a bit of a mockery, but one of the reason why he didn't think much of you at first was also for your rather short appearance. He couldn't help but see you as a kid when he first met you, but to be fair, his imposing figure over your small one did intimidate quite a lot back then as well.

Now, instead, it made you feel secure. You were a bit used to people picking on you for your body, and it's not like you couldn't stand up to them, but having someone like Abbacchio to defend you already made them run away even with a glance, which was nice.

And despite how ironic it is, he was low-key scared he could have lost you in the flow of people if both of you were not careful enough. He convinced himself that the only reason why he was holding you like this was merely to keep you safe, not because he liked feeling you so close to himself. Either way, it's not like his excuse was much less cute than the truth.

During almost the entirety of your walk, you did not buy anything, you just enjoyed looking around and taking some time to admire all the goods people had to offer. You could even notice Abbacchio gently smiling at you when he'd see your big eyes getting wider as they fell on a bracelet or something alongside those lines.

However, while your attention would easily and quickly jump from one thing to another, you felt your gaze basically being glued to one of the small "expositions". It was selling a variety of classic Napoletani sweets, one in particular caught your curiosity: there was a tray full of babà, rather simple pastries that stood out for one characteristic. In fact, the recipe includes putting them in a bowl full of liquor before they could be considered done.

Because of this, you were most certain that your partner wouldn't have minded sharing some with you, although of course they weren't as intense as his special wines.

"Don't tell me, you want to get some of those"

Said the Albino. He didn't read your mind or anything, it was written on your face how much you were dying to try them.

You chuckled nervously.

"Is it really that obvious?"

"Yes, yes it is"

As you got closer to the booth, you noticed how there were twenty of them in total, the sugary smell they emitted most definitely did not make you think straight, considering the words that left your mouth in the moment the seller asked how how many you would have liked to have.

"All of them, thank you"

You answered, as it had been the most natural reaction in the world.

"...Excuse me?"

Abbacchio raised an eyebrow at you, but you didn't even look at him, simply handing your money to the other and taking the nicely wrapped babàs, you could tell they were freshly made just by their look.

"Well, we're going to eat them together, aren't we?"

You told your boyfriend, as a way to justify this rather...Impulsive decision. Even if you were going to do so, surely one wouldn't expect two people to share so many of them.

"I suppose I wouldn't mind trying one...But clearly, you can't eat the rest all by yourself, you do realize how bad these things are for you, don't you?"

You felt unable to reply, you should have expected him to commend you for it, but it's not like you did that all the time.

Noticing how you suddenly went quiet, however, Abbacchio couldn't help but feel a bit guilty for his words, he was surprised, that was all.

You could hear him sighing, before an hand was placed on your head. The man rolled his eyes to the sky, but gave you a sympathetic look and smile.

"Fine...It's not up to me to judge you for this, you decide how you want to treat your body"

"Do you mean that?"

"Sure" He added. "I just hope you won't get drunk with all the alcohol in these"

Caught unprepared by his sarcasm, you giggled, taking two of the sweets with a couple of napkins that were laying on the stall, you didn't want to get your hands dirty. You handed one to him and kept the other for yourself, biting into it.

"Aren't you even going to wait to get home to try them?"

"Why should I?"

You shrugged.

"You know that if I do, those guys are going to eat all of them"

As the taller one took a bite from his own, he contained a small laughter.

"Yeah, I can't blame you"

Trish 🎙

Now, Trish was not an humble person. She wasn't narcissistic or anything at such level, but if given the chance to, she probably wouldn't have missed out on an occasion to stand up from the mass, to show her uniqueness. She was quite proud of the person that she was and had become with time, but it was rather...Unexpected, when she started dating someone that just seemed to resemble her so much.

The two of you were a power couple, with a lot in common both physically and personality wise. Trish immediately went over heels for you, she just "loved your vibe", as she likes to say, but even trying and putting all her will power into it, she would never be able to come up with a single trait of you that she didn't find pleasant.

She was a girl with high standards, not a luxury many could afford. After all, it is not hard to guess that being a pop star already puts you in a pedestal, whether you like it or not. But you, despite any negative expectation you might have had beforehand, managed to hit her right on the heart.

She was in love with the way you presented yourself, with your composure, your fine tastes and just your general image, you perfectly reflected the idea of perfection she had created in her mind regarding how a good partner should behave. She had a bit of a teasing side to herself, but there was just nothing negative to even joke around regarding you.

And, of course, she was nothing less than you. She could afford to have high standards because she managed to meet them herself, there was something so gracious about her, it was enchanting, to say the least.

She was appreciative of the fact that the two of you had some very similar eating habitats too, as some members of the gang would sometimes tease her for her "skepticism" and tell her to loosen up once in a while. But that didn't apply to you: both of your diets were incredibly healthy, you stayed away from anything too caloric and with your careful mannerisms, you basically made even something like eating look elegant.

But, of course, your relationship was not simply built about something a bit superficial such as each other's manners, you genuinely respected and cared for one another. In particular, the more time you spend with Trish, the more you were able to see through the facade she maintained being a celebrity, and realizing that deep down, she's just a really sweet teenage girl.

On a certain occasion, in particular, you both unexpectedly dropped one of your walls, this exchange felt extremely casual...And kind of adorable, in its own way.

It had been a couple of months since you saw each other. Trish was a busy person and being celebrity meant having no choice but to move from one place to another basically without any previous warning and in a very short amount of time.

As such, you always made sure to cherish the moments where it was just you and no one, nothing else, they felt so rare...And you treasured them all.

You had no idea she had come back in town at all. Last time you had asked her when she would have been able to come visit you and the others, she simply told you she had no way to know, apologised and asked you to a bit more patient, even if it wasn't easy.

However, after you finally came back home after a quite long mission, you heard your phone vibrating. You picked it up and noticed that your girlfriend had just sent you a message, inviting you to head to the nearby park as soon as you could. When you texted back to ask for an explanation, she didn't answer, simply sending you a smiley with heart eyes.

But you weren't dumb and, not taking long to do 2+2, you wore something nice and did as you were told. You couldn't wait to see your partner again after all this time, and neither could she.

You arrived at the place at light speed and looked around, it was no small park, and many of people of different ages' favourite rendezvous. Soon enough, however, after two or three minutes of wandering around, you found your sweetheart sitting under a tree, a nice picnic set already prepared for the two of you.

"Cucciolotta! I'm so happy to see you!"

She happily exclaimed, getting up and walking up to you, giving you a kiss on your lips. She took a moment to admire your look.

"You look stunning as always"

She added with a sweet smile on her face, before you could even elaborate a decent answer to her greeting.

Needless to say, in fact, that Trish couldn't help but compliment your body each and every time she had the opportunity to do so. She was a bit taller than you, but very much, just barely enough for it to be noticeable. She had always been used to be the shortest among her friends, so that's why she wouldn't have dared do even lightly tease you about it.

She's always loved to get matching dresses due to your similar appearance and would sometimes call you her "little doll", remarking your cuteness every time she'd see you with a new outfit, or just one that she thought looked particularly good on you. On top of this, she had a weakness for patting you on the head, skylight she worried if that was going to mess your hair up.

You reciprocated her smile and greeted her with another kiss.

"How come you didn't tell me you were coming back?"

"Where would the fun have been in that, silly?"

She said, turning around and proudly admiring the picnic set she had nicely organized.

You giggled, admiring all the food lying on it. Everything was full of details and decorations made with sugar and similar toppings, something like this must have taken multiple hours to prepare.

"Don't tell me...You made all this by yourself?!"

"Of course I did, bambolina! It was the least I could do after all the time I had to be away"

She answered, sitting back and patting the tablecloth, as an invite to join her. You took a sit on her right and curled up a bit on yourself, in order not to occupy too much space.

"It wasn't necessary, really...I know that you would have done it sooner if you had the chance to"

You said, watching while she was already handing you over a slice of tiramisù, it was one of those things you'd rarely see her eat, considering how caloric it was, but you did know she had a thing for coffee, so it wasn't that much of a surprise.

"Well, I had fun with it, so who cares?"

She innocently blinked an eye, you were amazed at how much effort she had clearly put in surprising you with all this. Your heart melted a little, noticing how enthusiastic she looked as you took a bite out of the soft cake.

"So? What do you think? Do you like it?"

"I...Do! I had no idea you could cook so well, Trish"

Indeed, it was the first time you ever tried something made by her, you had always assumed that she wasn't very fond of getting her hands dirty with ingredients and such. It only proved to you once more how much you shouldn't judge someone simply based on the way she acts at first glance.

"Well yeah, I did quite often as a kid to help my mother out a little, it wasn't easy to take care of a child all alone, you know?"

"I see...That's very sweet"

You replied in a soft tone. You could see her blushing a little, but she shrugged it off.

"C-Come on...It was nothing special"

"If you say so"

Almost as sweet as the slice in your respective plates. You knew you weren't going to be satisfied with a single, whether because of its delicious taste, of because it almost felt like you could taste your partner's lobe through it, it was like a small piece of Heaven laying in front of you.

You got so absorbed in it, you didn't even realize as your hand naturally went over to cut another one, and yet one more even after that, as you kept on completing the "chef" after try.

You even failed to notice how, at the same exact time, your significant other was doing the same exact thing. Two girls, both always sticking out for their healthy lifestyles and diets, devouring an entire tray of tiramisù together, like it was a bowl of salad.

It wasn't until it went empty, that both of you were snapped back into reality. You looked at the tray in front of you, and then in each other's eyes, the silence was broken by your giggles.

"Don't tell me we just..."

You were suddenly interrupted by the girl, even more embarrassed than you about what she had just done.

"W-What? We didn't do anything!"

She protested, arms crossed as she looked away. You were usually the flustered once when your friends would see what you really were capable of when you were hungry, surely you did not expect the roles to be swapped like that.

"Come on honey, how could we even resist such a deliciousness?"

You tried to comfort her, as she put an hand over her mouth to cover her pink cheeks.

"Out of everything we have in common, I would have never fussed this would have been another one of them"

She sarcastically said, trying to play it cool.

"You're right, I'm surprised too. Guess it'll be our little secret, won't it?"

She went quiet for a small second.

"Fine...But you still ate it more than me"

She added, not looking at you in the eyes.

"Sure thing, cara"

And with that, the two of you went back to enjoy the rest of her cooking, feeling a bit lighter than before.

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pdot-s2 · 1 year

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타로 카드 Devil 일러스트 합작

#jjba5 #golden wind #jojo part 5 #jojo giorno #giorno #jojo bucciarati #bucciaratibruno #fanart #taro card #devil #leone abbacchio #fugo #jjba trish

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khanumshahrzad · 2 years

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Pspspspspsps Bruno Buccerati fans

#jojo's bizarre adventure #jjba #jjba vento auero #jjba part 5 #jjba bucciarati #bruno buccellati #bruno buccerati #bucciaratibruno #bucciarati fanart #i miss him :(#poor little meow meow #my guy

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raposeira · 2 years

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Bucciarati

Lol usually I don’t particularly like drawing stands but I’m starting to enjoy it

#bruno bucciarati #bruno buccerati #bruno buccellati #jojo part five #jojo part 5 #vento aureo #golden wind #sticky fingers #team bucciarati #bucciaratibruno #jojo bucciarati #jjba bucciarati #bucciarati gang #bucciarati fanart #jojo no kimyō na bōken #jojo's bizarre adventure #jojo fanart #simple art #blue aesthetic

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norinyaki · 2 years

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hello! i am nori (he/it) i mainly like jjba

#bruno bucciarati #bucciaratibruno #jjba fanart #jjba part 5 #mutuals #looking for mutuals #please be my friend

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gutsingiory · 2 years

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ok ok, funny thing.. ive literally been looking for anything related to bucciarati or just someone to fill my needs for him.. literally im so thirsty for this man can somebody literally help me?? like at all

this is a cry for help. /srs

#jjba vento auero #bruno bucciarati #bucciaratti #bucciaratibruno #pls help #this is a cry for help #oj my god

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shadow-creator · 2 years

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I made him into a fuckboy

#bucciaratibruno #jjba #jjba fanart #sketch

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coochellati · 2 years

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His eyes are so seductive and sexy WHAT

Imagine Bruno giving u this look.

god. DAMN.

#jojo’s bizarre adventure #jojo no kimyou na bouken #jojo no kimyō na bōken #jjba #bruno bucciarati #spit on my face capo #jjba golden wind #bruno buccellati #jojo bucciarati #bucciaratibruno #bruno simp #bucciarati simp #jjba part 5 #coochellati’s greatest hits

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tifahack · 2 years

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✨ . . . . #jojo_anime #jojo #ジョジョ #呪術廻戦 #jujutsukaisen #kujojolyne #jotarokujo #brunobucciarati #bucciaratibruno #abbacchioleone #leoneabbacchio #satorugojo #gojosatoru #yuujiitadori #itadoriyuuji #digimon #naruto #videogames #bruabba #abbabru #goyuu https://www.instagram.com/p/CeohmtFFDcl/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

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mila-uchiha · 2 years

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That Bruno fic was so good!! 😳 I’d love to request a nsfw part 2 but only if you want to.

Bruno Bucciarati x Reader *NSFW

prompt: “will you sleep with me? i know how that sounds i just mean- i feel safe when you’re there"

a/n: hi every1!! the first half of this fic is actually the same as the sfw version found here, only this one is nsfw towards the end,, same prompt n everything! enjoy<3

warnings: NSFW, swearing, oral fem receiving, overstimulation, praise kink, multiple orgasms, biting during sex, slightly rough sex

word count: 2.8k

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It had been two days in the hotel room.

Bucciarati was used to monitoring you and being sent on jobs that involved being your own personal bodyguard. With your father being a high rank in Passione, your safety was constantly on the line, making you familiar with 'bodyguard' Bruno very well.

Usually, he would keep watch and protect you from your house, making sure not to invade your personal space or even come into your room. His job remained outside as he would stand there, for hours at a time just to ensure your safety.

"I'm just doing my job, y/n," he would say, but something always felt caring about him.

This time however, you were ambushed in public, mentally scarred and wounded which influenced your father's immediate decision to have you stay in one of the mafia's most prestigious hotel rooms.. With Bruno as your bodyguard..... In a room with only one bed.

The past two days had been fine. Bruno slept on the small, uncomfortable couch and you learned more about him than you ever knew before, having a few deep convos since you two had nothing else to do but talk (I mean you were ordered to stay inside the room). Then again, you saw him as nothing more than your dad's colleague. A young, handsome colleague, at that, but still just a work partner, and you knew how messy his work got.

Tonight, however, was especially hard for you. You hadn't had time to process the way you were hurt. Your body ached for the past two days, bruises covering you, but besides that, Bruno usually was really good at distracting you and completely gaining all your attention.

Tonight was a little different because you couldn't stop replaying the way you were grabbed and hurt by rival mafia members and for once, you felt scared. Really scared. Bucciarati was there with you in public when it happened, but he just couldn't make it in time, making you to wonder if more instances like that would happen again as your anxiety grew.

You, however, weren't about to present a whole sob story for him. You two had gotten really close in the past two days, but you still felt that this was strictly business and you would never break down in front of him.

As you grabbed your towel and headed to the bathroom in the hotel room to take a shower, you noticed Bruno side-eyeing you from the couch,

"Why are you so quiet tonight, y/n?" He could tell something was up.

"Dunno, just want to take a shower. I'm really tired."

You shut the bathroom door before he could even reply, locking it as you turned on the shower and hopped inside, feeling the hot water soothe your aches. You weren't usually an emotional person but in this moment, this one moment you got alone, you let it all go, crying as your voice was muffled from the running water.

It had been half an hour before you realized how long you were inside the bathroom, following a knock at the door from Bruno.

"Y/n? Are you okay?"

"I'm fine!" You shouted back. "Do you need to shower?"

"Yeah but I can wait, take your time."

You turned off the shower to dry yourself, wrap your towel around you and open the bathroom door to let Bruno go inside to shower. You walked out in nothing but your towel, your nose red and eyes puffy from crying, before Bruno broke the silence grabbing your shoulders making you face him as you struggled to make eye contact,

"Wait y/n. Where are you running to? I can tell you're not okay." He announced as his hands rested on your bare shoulders. "I'm here to help you know."

This made you finally stare directly at him. He sounded like he cared. Yet you still didn't want to break down in front of him. You nodded to show him that you understood, as you walked off to grab your pjs to change into. He sighed and went into the bathroom, saying nothing more as he turned on the water while you began getting into bed.

By the time he was out, you were already wrapped in the thick blankets from the hotel, your back facing towards him as he walked towards the bed, shirtless, in nothing but grey sweatpants that hung low on his hips.

"Talk to me, y/n. What's wrong?"

"Not feeling to talk."

"Are you feeling to do anything else? We can order some drinks to the room. Would you like that?"

You shook your head. You weren't feeling to have a long, deep conversation with him right now; all you wanted was guaranteed safety. That, and sleep.

Tears began to roll down your eyes silently, from the overwhelming amount of emotions you were experiencing as you faced the other way, your back towards him.

"Okay. Well let me know," he said as he walked to the light switch, dimmed the lights and headed to the couch, ready to get under the blanket and sleep. Your body finally turned to face him, allowing him to see your puffy eyes and red nose underneath the tears that fell, his concern growing as you spoke,

"Bruno."

"Yes, amore?"

Amore. Your heart fluttered. His eyes turned towards you, a worrying expression growing on his face. You craved his touch. You craved his comfort. And for once, you let him know.

"Will you sleep with me? I know how that sounds I just mean- I feel safe when you’re there."

He paused, before grinning from your request and walking over, his hands pulling down the blanket on the bed so he could slip under and join you, still leaving a distance between you two on the large king sized bed.

"Is this good?" He said, sitting up as he watched you lie down, your entire body engulfed from the blanket and duvet.

"I- I meant closer," you mumbled, your eyes looking up at him, your nerves kicking in. Were you being too forward? Were you over doing it? Lucky for you though, you got your answer.

"I thought you'd never ask," he chuckled as he inched his body closer to yours, resting his head on your same pillow while his arms wrapped around you, pulling you in to lie on his chest.

This was a new feeling. For somebody you once thought of as 'security', you were now wrapped in his arms, silently sobbing into his neck as your legs entangled themselves into his. His hands caressed your head and cheek while he lay on his back, whispering to you as you cried,

"Shhh, it's okay, I'm right here."

After a few minutes, the silence was deafening in the room as you two just held each other, appreciating the reciprocated warmth. You were tired but the way he was holding you, giving you goosebumps like this made you felt this energy. An energy that made you forget you were tired. An energy that craved distraction.

You felt your leg brush over the bulge in his grey sweatpants as you adjusted yourself while wrapped in his arms. You looked up at him, extremely nervous but so filled with this new feeling of lust for Bruno, you communicated these feelings right away without even thinking,

"Bruno-" You paused. "I don't really want to sleep yet."

"Really? Not tired amore?" He answered back.

"I just... n-need a distraction." Your eyes looked down as you struggled to form a sentence.

"What kind of distraction?" He asked curiously. He knew exactly what you meant but he wouldn't jump to conclusions immediately.

"Dunno..." You took a deep breath, gazing up at him once more. You allowed your eyes to trail down to his lips, causing him to do the same as the atmosphere became heated. He lifted his hand to meet your cheek,

"Show me what you mean."

And before you knew it your lips met his in a peck at first before you slowly pulled away, compelling him to grab the back of your head and push his lips onto yours. The kisses became more heated as you felt his tongue brushing against yours, your hand moving to his chest. He finally pulled away leaving you breathless as he spoke,

"If you want to feel good I can make you feel good, you know." The shadows on his face became prominent from the dim orange light in the hotel room as his words made your lustful desires grow.

You blushed. Before you could even answer he sat up, getting on top of you as he pressed his growing bulge onto your crotch making you whimper.

"Then do it," you said, as if he wasn't already planning on giving you the best distraction ever. "Make me feel good."

His lips met yours once again, as he slowly rocked up and down allowing you to feel what was throbbing under his sweatpants. His hands reached for your pants, tugging at them as if to tell you he wanted those off, breaking the kiss. He then slid them down and off along with your pantie, leaving you completely bare as your legs were spread.

"Fuck. This is all I've wanted, you know." He groaned. "Spread out like this for me." His hand then gripped around your shirt, lifting it up to expose your braless tits as he admired them in awe. He began placing his tongue on your left nipple circling it, making you moan gently as you wanted more from him.

"So fucking pretty." He looked you in your eyes. "Please let me taste you," he pulled away, awaiting your response as you stared back, thinking 'fuck it', before nodding.

His lips then trailed down your stomach as his hands pinned your legs to the bed before he was face to face with your pussy, admiring it up close.

"So wet. For me?" He teased before placing a gentle kiss on your clit, forcing your hips to buckle up. You wanted him so badly. This made him grin as he placed his tongue on your clit and began licking all the way down, letting moans escape your mouth every so often. His tongue then started flicking your clit back and forth, your moans getting louder as you felt more vulnerable, moaning his name.

"O-hhh fuck, Bruno,,, Ye-s"

He then lifted up as his finger rested on your clit, continuing what he started as he spoke,

"Fuck I love seeing you like this. Do you know how hard my cock is right now?"

You pouted. "I want it inside me. Please."

He laughed. "Be patient amore, you'll get it."

His tongue met your clit again, flicking it so fast you couldn't form sentences and you were approaching your orgasm so fast you were shocked at how good he was at this. Your hands were running through his black hair and before you knew it, you were cumming as his mouth rested on your clit, sucking gently, and decreasing the pace of his tongue.

His lips immediately rose to meet yours, kissing you passionately letting his tongue interlace yours.

"Whose mouth just made you cum?" He teased, grinning at you waiting for you to say his name.

"Yours." You mumbled.

"Whose?"

"Bruno's"

"That's right, good girl," he said before his thumb met your sensitive clit once more, rubbing fast as he overstimulated you, your legs shaking roughly under his touch.

"Oh,, fuck Bru-no, wait,, I c-an't" You begged.

"Shhh, shhh. Take it for me." His eyes gazed directly into yours as the pace of his finger increased violently, bringing you to another orgasm within seconds while he watched your moans escape your mouth.

"Need to see you cum again. Right now," he explained.

And with that you came once more, shaking and moaning so loud you were convinced you had woken up the people in the neighboring hotel rooms. He kissed your lips passionately again, as his throbbing cock, confined in his sweatpants, rested on your swollen clit.

"Fuck," you thought to yourself. How did he just make you cum twice in a row like that. One minute you were sobbing, the next he was working wonders on your clit, almost as if he had been waiting to do this. Not that you were complaining, though because you knew you wanted more.

"How's it fair that I came twice already and you haven't even taken off your sweatpants?" You pulled away from the kiss. Bruno laughed.

"Needy girl, you can have my cock now if you want. If you're not too tired?"

"Please. I still want it."

"Do you?"

"Please Bruno. J-just fuck me."

He watched your begging as he smirked, planting a soft kiss on your lips before pulling down his sweatpants, making his cock spring free. You stared in awe. It was around 8/9 inches with a slight curve and you felt your clit throbbing once more as you stared at it along with the prominent v line he had.

"You think you can take it all?" He stared at you.

You nodded, nervous as you stared at his huge dick and sensitive from the way he made you cum, but all the worries slipped away as he leaned close to you, placing his cock at your entrance and sliding in slowly, feeling every part of your walls gripped around it.

"Oh fuc-k." He was groaning as his whole cock finally fit inside, your moans returning once again as he began thrusting in and out deeply, weak from your pussy. His speed remained slow as he rammed his cock into you letting it kiss your cervix as your hands gripped around his back, your fingernails leaving marks. His lips met your neck, before biting your shoulder hard from every slow thrust he did, all while groaning from the way your pussy felt.

You noticed him biting you as you felt the passion he was showing; he was making love to you. Before you could say anything, he spoke, letting you know how he felt,

"Your pussy," He pulled out before thrusting deeply and roughly into you again, making you let out a small scream.

"Is," He pulled out and thrusted hard again.

"The tightest," Another hard thrust.

"Pussy I've ever felt."

His pace increased suddenly as he began fucking you hard and deeply, making your moans heavy and loud, echoing in the hotel room. Your fingernails clawed at his back, gripping onto him while hit your g spot so perfectly with the slight curve of his dick.

"Fee-ls so good, Br-uno," you could barely form sentences. You were literally malfunctioning from this man ramming his cock into you as you moaned louder than you ever have, but suddenly, he pulled out, confusing you.

"What are you do-?" You asked as he cut you off, lifting you up and off the bed as you straddled your legs around him. He walked over to the couch in the hotel room, sitting down and turning you around to make your back face him, before inserting his cock into you as you both sat upright, his left hand gripping your waist and his right hand gently around your neck.

"Just wanted to have you like this for me." He said as his cock was motionless, the entire thing stuffed in your pussy.

"Bruno," you whimpered. The pleasure you were feeling was intense.

His left hand met your clit once more as he began rubbing it, your legs shaking from the sensitive feeling, when he began thrusting in and out again while you sat on his cock. You were moaning, showing him you couldn't cum again and you couldn't take it, but before you could tell him, he was already consoling you,

"It's okay, take it for me. I said I was gonna make you feel good, you know."

His thrusts were fast and deep, bringing you to your third orgasm of the night as your walls clenched around him, cumming on his throbbing cock.

"Oh fuck,, fuck you just came on my cock." His pace increased even faster. "Gonna cum inside you, yeah?" You nodded, disoriented from the way he made you cum until he did one last thrust, his cum filling you up inside as he was groaning and swearing.

He lifted you off his cock, getting a towel from the bathroom immediately to wipe the cum that was dripping out of you as he lay you on the bed after, still completely naked. He crawled under the covers while also not wearing anything, and came behind you to spoon you, kissing your neck from behind,

"You know," he paused. "I just marked you with my cum." He grinned, knowing he was leaving you satisfied, in better spirits surely. You hummed, before speaking,

"Never been fucked that good." He chuckled before planting a kiss on your cheek and pulling you in tightly.

"You should get some rest. We still have tomorrow and the day after that." He smiled as the room became quiet, the two of you ready to drift off to sleep as you broke that silence for the last time,

"Gonna ask my dad to make you my bodyguard more often."

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