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Of Love and Lust: [Various Vento Aureo x Reader] Bruno Bucciarati x Reader

Genre: smut/romance

Tags: implied relationship Recommended Songs: Your Body is a Wonderland by John Mayer, Sunday Morning by Maroon 5

It was a surprise, really. You don’t exactly recall what led you here, but you don’t mind the events that transpired moments earlier. All you knew was that you were with your boyfriend, Bruno Bucciarati, enjoying the comfortable silence that surrounded the two of you, hearing the gentle drip drop of rain. Soft mummers and chuckles filled the chilly air, lips dancing against each other and words of love and comfort were exchanged, here and there and before you knew it, the two of you were en-route to the bedroom, leaving a trail of clothing behind, soft and gentle laughs echoing the rooms. When it came to intimacy, Bruno was as equally gentle and caring as he was. There was a moment where he would be a cheeky man and there were times where he would mutter words of praise against every part of skin his lips would land on.

His movements were through and precise, gentle but passionate, and every movement, every snap of his hips would send you into a flurry, senses on overdrive before the two of you crashed, breathless and basking in the afterglow of it all.

It wasn’t just sex with him, to the both of you, every session wasn’t like that. He made sure that if you were to do it, he would make sure your body and soul would feel his love. Even in the aftermath, Bruno still made sure you were okay like he would always do and would whisper honest words of affirmation that he will still be there when you wake up.

After all, he did love you, and you did the same.

Hcs for dad!Bruno and dad!Risotto(separately).Do they help fem!Reader with their child?How they like to spend time with them???Ily btw 🥺

Ask: Hcs for dad!Bruno and dad!Risotto(separately).Do they help fem!Reader with their child?How they like to spend time with them???Ily btw 🥺

Author's Note: ILYT 🥺💖 also i'm a sucker for my faves as dads 😔

Dad!Bruno HCs

He reads so many parenting books.

I'd like to think that he'd also try to pick up some more books on psychology too (not only does it help out with his kid but with the mafia too)

Bruno helps out plenty with raising your kid.

He feeds them, plays with them, and even changes their diapers with no complaints!

The only reason he was able to help out this much was because he requested a leave of absence from Giorno.

Bruno would be the type of dad who'd let their kid be injured first and then tell them why they were harmed and how to prevent it later on.

He really doesn't want to keep his kids in a bubble, and tries to let them socialize with other children at the park.

Oh yeah, the gang is kind of like their uncles and aunt (Trish). Bruno doesn't allow them to spoil his kid though.

As hypocritical as this may be though, he tends to spoil his kid A LOT.

They get the best bottles, teething toys, stuffed animals, you name it.

He always hoped to have his own family, and he's super grateful to be experiencing this.

Dad!Risotto HCs

Unfortunately, La Squadra's broke, so I don't believe that he'd be able to spend as much time with his kid.

Of course Risotto loves his kid! Don't get me wrong, he would spend more time if given the opportunity.

He's just broke </3

He would always spend any time off with his kid, but since he probably had no preparation or experience, he wouldn't know what to do if his kid started crying suddenly.

"Uh, (Y/N)! (Kid's name) is crying again!"

Please help him, he doesn't know about this.

He doesn't want anyone from La Squadra to interact with his kid, but eventually it happens.

"Oh my god! Big, bad Risotto had this adorable thing!"

"Shut up, Formaggio"

Like Bruno, he would spoil his kid, or try to at least.

I think he'd make Formaggio shrink some baby toys and just take them lmao

Risotto's a good dad. He's just broke, confused, and busy.

May I request HCs on Bruno x f!reader? Them going on an amusement park date? ✨

Bruno X Reader on an Amusement Park Date

Bruno is a romantic babe, I <3 him.

He’d definitely start off with some of the heavily greasy food sold in the area.

After that, he’d walk around with you.

He’d buy roses off the wandering vendors and definitely take you to the games.

He’d win you the best prize possible.

That happens to be a very big teddy bear with a tiny head.

Y’know that one.

Anyway, he’d be the voice of reason if you want to win yourself a goldfish.

“Dolcezza, you know it’s probably gonna die the next day. We haven’t even properly prepared a tank!”

And of course, the ferris wheel was saved for last.

The two of you would go on it while the sky was dark and all of the park was illuminated.

He’d obviously go in for a kiss while your cart is stopped at the top.

I mean, is there a better moment to do so?

Can I request a oneshot for Bruno doing facemasks and such with his s/o?

Self Care — Bruno Bucciarati

Author's Note: pls this request is just what i needed. it's so cute <3 hopefully this suffices bc i know that my break long and out of nowhere. luv y'all!

The cold glob of face mask in your hand made you shiver, the temperature contrasting the warmth of your room, or rather the warmth of the person beside you. After the countless nights of Bruno getting home late and leaving early for the sake of his job, you had managed to convince Don Giovanna to let the man rest for a day. Ever the hard worker, Bruno hadn't been made aware until he had shown up to his job only to be turned away by his superior.

Maybe it was Bruno's posture (which was admittedly getting horrible from not having as much to do in terms of field work) or his eye bags from countless restless nights that sealed the deal because Giorno was not going to let the capo come into work until he was rid of some of the strain on him. That's why the two of you wound up on your bed with tubes of face masks, oils, and lotions scattered about. The diffuser was on as well as an additive to the calming effect you tried to have on your boyfriend, though he was still rather hesitant to relax.

"Bruno, just let loose for a little. You're not going to be able to go back until you've calmed down."

"I know, amore. It's just that I feel like I'm missing on something big at work. I wouldn't want the group to get hurt because I wasn't there to offer any assistance."

You sighed and took his calloused hand into yours, "Look, there's no guarantee that something won't arise, but the best you can do is try to relax for now so you can be your best self when you go back."

"I suppose you're right," he replied, offering a small smile. He tilted his head, and you took that as your cue to put the gel on his face. His shuddering did not go unnoticed and you gave a slight chuckle. His bangs had been pushed back with a wraparound headband, so there was no trouble in getting the mask on.

Once you had evened out the mask to your liking, you sat back and wiped your hands off on a towel before throwing the tube you had used to him. He smiled and squirted some on his hand before returning the favor of putting your face mask on. You grabbed the kitchen timer and twisted it to the instructed wait time, fifteen minutes.

You looked at your boyfriend and rubbed your thumb on his knuckles.

"I love you, Bruno."

"I love you too, amore."

Bruno Bucciarati X Reader - Drunk Friends

Prompt: Bruno helps reader with her drunk friend then finally asks her out.

I, myself, drank a lil today. So I ain't too sure what's going on. Watch me come back and regret.

Contentment washes over you as you settle into the welcoming embrace of your couch. With a sigh of satisfaction and a glass of red wine in hand, you reach for the TV remote and press the power button. This has become your nightly ritual ever since moving to Naples, Italy.

As your soap opera runs in the background, you absentmindedly reach for your flip phone. To your surprise, you’re met with a barrage of notifications from none other than Matteo, a close friend of yours. 11 miss calls. 14 text messages. All within the span of an hour.

“He cheated on meeee.”

“Pick up, I need you bestie.”

“Bestie :(”

“I NEED YOU, BITCH. PICK UP.”

“WAKE UP. GET UP.  GET YOUR ASS UP.”

Your brows knit with worry as you make four consecutive attempts to reach Mattero, your calls met with his voicemail. You look at the home screen of your phone for the time.

22:00.

You sit back on the couch, placing a finger thoughtfully on your cheek. You recall him insisting on taking you to a club tonight. However, you declined his invitation, not too fond of clubs, or crowds in general.

With that in mind, you get up, get dressed, gather your belongings, and set out into the night.

Your first attempt to locate Matteo at a club he told you about proves unsuccessful. Disheartened, you sit at a metal chair located near a fountain, a sinking feeling of worry gnawing on you. As you reach for your phone to see if Matteo has responded, a sudden realization strikes; your phone was left behind on the coach in your haste to find him.

You sit there, contemplating your next step when you hear a familiar voice calling your name.

“Is something the matter?” He asks.

“Oh, Bruno,” your frown instantly turning into a smile, “It’s good to see you.”

You first crossed paths with Bruno a little over a month ago. You were walking home, clutching a bag of oranges an elderly lady gifted you for helping her. As you approach your abode, you overheard a conversation about a kind old lady gifting him a bag of apples; he couldn’t refuse the apples, he told his friend, but he isn’t too fond of apples. Mustering up the courage within you, you approach him with a nervous smile, mentioning that you were also gifted a bag of fruit, but it was oranges. You offered to trade, mentioning that you loved apples.

From that moment on, you began crossing paths with Bruno on a regular basis, which prompted a growing friendship. You never actually hung out with Bruno, but you did share a cup of coffee together a few times.

“I’m actually looking for a friend of mine. They-“

As you explain your situation, you see him reaching for his phone. Giving an apologetic smile, he holds up a finger before answering.

“Bruno? Where are you? Giorno said you had important matters after the conference … WAIT. Are you finally going to ask your crush ou-“

He hangs up abruptly and glances your way, hoping you did not overhear what Mista just said. When he sees you smiling at him, the soft moonlight casting a gentle glow on your face, he feels his heartbeat pick up.

He clears his throat, “I sincerely apologize. Can you tell me once more what the issue is?”

“It’s no problem-“

“HEY CUTIE.”

Once again, you’re abruptly interrupted. However, this time, it is by the source of the problem – Matteo. He comes sprinting towards you with the goofiest smile, arms outstretched, looking for a hug. Before he can even get close to you. Bruno swiftly intervenes. He extends his arm, blocking Matteo’s path and fixes him with a stern, disapproving glare.

Matteo scoffs, “Bro, nah, she’s mine, bitch.”

Bruno, taking it as fighting words, readies himself to exchange harsh words with Matteo. However, the sound of your laughter breaks the tension, drawing his attention. When he looks over and sees you smiling and laughing, his stern expression melts away, a soft smile taking its place.

“He’s my friend, Bruno,” you begin, getting up and walking over to Matteo. “He’s the one I’ve been trying to find.”

You outstretch your arms. With an exuberant leap, he tackles you, and you both tumble down to the ground with an “oomph.”

As Bruno stands there, his gaze fixes on you, a pang of longing tugs at his heart. He didn’t know you had a partner. The revelation fills him with a mix of emotions. How long have you been together? Is he overthinking this? You did just say he is a friend.

 He wishes that he could be the one to hug you like that.

“Why didn’t tchu ansswer my calls?!” he asks, crying. You can tell he had too many drinks tonight based on all the words he slurred.

You attempt to get up, but Matteo keeps you down, his face in your chest, much to Bruno’s disdain.

You place a hand on Matteo’s head, giving soothing pets. “I think you had too much to drink tonight.”

“I am not think as you drunk I am.”

You chuckle, “Yeah? Well, can I at least get up?”

“No, your boobs are nice.”

Before you can utter a word, Bruno moves swiftly, almost in an instant. He assists in gently helping Matteo get off you and onto his feet. Slinging Matteo’s arm over his shoulder, Bruno hoists him up.

“Oh, Bruno. It’s okay. I know you must be tired. I can do it.”

“It’s not a problem,” he responds, “I can help him get to where he needs.”

Amid your insistence, Bruno decides to take charge. With a semi-conscious Matteo who can barely stand, Bruno begins walking. With a smile, you hurry your way over to Bruno.

During the journey back, you and Bruno engage in small talk, sharing stories about your days and experiences. The exchange of conversations makes the trip feel like an enjoyable adventure, one you wish you could continue forever. However, all good things must come to an end, and you finally arrive back at the apartment.

Bruno places Matteo gently down onto the couch. As he takes a moment to look around the apartment, he is pleasantly surprised to find it matches his expectations. The space exudes a warm, homely atmosphere with its cozy and charming décor. The delightful aroma wafting through the air only adds to the overall welcoming ambiance.

He’s surprised to see nothing that looks like it belongs to Matteo.

“Does he live here?” Bruno inquires.

“No, he used to live with his boyfriend.” You answer, “His boyfriend cheated on him, and I don’t want him back there until I know it’s safe for him.”

Boyfriend, Bruno chants in his head. They aren’t a couple. Bruno feels a breath of relief amongst hearing that. While he processes his thoughts, Bruno’s phone continues to vibrate. He takes out his phone to see if it’s anything of urgency.

“Just ask her out, ffs.”

“Did you do it?”

“Y’all fucking or what?”

While Bruno reads the colorful messages Mista sent with a darkened face, you crouch down and offer comfort to Matteo by gently stroking his hair.

“Do you need to throw up?”

“Nnn. Nyoh.”

With Matteo in a more stable condition, you determine it would be safe to leave him alone momentarily. You follow Bruno out of your apartment.

“Thank you so much, Bruno,” you express your appreciation sincerely. Is there something I can do to pay you back?”

“Dinner. Go out to dinner with me.”

Your face flushes with hues of red and pink. You hide your face in your hands, embarrassed by your reaction. “Are you sure… with me?”

Bruno gently removes your hands from your face and places a finger under your chin, tilting it slightly so you would look at him directly. He laughs at your adorable reaction, finding it endearing and charming.

“I’m very sure, with you.”

Extra:

“Mista.” Giorno starts, eyes closed in an attempt to remain composed. “Please exit my office. Now.”

Mista, phone in hand, lays on the only other chair in Giorno’s office, his legs dangling from the chair’s edge, swinging back and forth as he awaits a response from Bruno.

“You think they’re fucking?”

Giorno pinches the bridge of his nose, “Volevi questo, Giorno. Volevi unirti alla mafia.”