Hi!! I was wondering if I could request a Bruno bucciarati and rockestar male reader?? If not that's totally fine!! Thank you if you do!!
getting into a relationship with a rock star he was worried about the life you lead and how it would affect you
he was no stranger to knowing that rockstars often indulged themselves so he was worried that drugs were going to make him lose you so he was very hesitant to get close
However, when he saw how you were in this life just to get your artwork out there and not the pluses of drug and alcohol abuse he was so relieved
if you are a smaller artist he tries to go to as many of your shows as he can, because they're more local and easier for him to get too
he has some band merch of yours that he wears whenever he's lazing around your home
has some Cds or cassette tapes in his car just so he has something to remember of you
he bought it all with his own money so that you couldn't try to give it to him for free, he's all for supporting local businesses and artist
bigger shows of yours he can't make it to all of them but he will go to ones he can write off as a vacation.
Bruno likes to analyze your music a lot, to the point where he has notebooks with little theories even if some songs are just about sex or random adventures you've gone on
then your next album gets released and he hears some very familiar words, stories, and, well, placements he's been in or said he internally freaks out, he prays whoever knows that the two of you are dating does NOT put two and two together
Reader can not spell, like that friend who just texts “dg yau yats lo hant osut?” Translation: “do you want to hang out?”, basically he just cannot sppell :)
Note: This is so funny yet so cute since I struggle with a friend who cannot spell for shit and I’m basically his translator
Character(s): Fugo & Bruno (pls marry me Bruno)
Type of reader: M!Reader
Category: Fluff
Warning(s): None
Edited: ❌
Fugo was used to you not being able to spell, especially since he'd have to sit there for hours helping you spell certain words
When texting it's much worse since you'd let your thumbs tap away and wouldn't even check your spelling
For example, when you wanted to hang out with Fugo and some of his friends you had typed; wnna hafn ogt aed gtw somr icq xreae? (wanna hang out and get some ice cream?)
Not even autocorrect is able to help you at this point
Knowing the others they were very confused and even asked if you had some mental illness
Fugo of course gave them a piece of his mind and translated what you said before responding to you which was a short; yeah, we'll meet you at the usual ice cream place
Yes sometimes he isn't able to understand what you text him, but he'll take as long as he needs to understand before
Bruno here finds your text amusing especially when nobody but him is able to understand what you said
Of course he'll correct you whenever he could which didn't improve nothing but he still does it anyways just to see if it'll help sooner or later
He isn't the type to make fun of your spelling since he can actually see you struggle here and there when trying to figure out how to spell a certain thing
For example the word President, you'll end up typing pfesidnt and clearly got upset since it didn't look right
In all honesty he's a very good friend and loves helping you and your bad spelling out
Need some help with grammar? Go right on ahead and ask him, you don't think this word is correct in a way? He'll correct you right away if you ask
Regardless of your spelling mistakes he doesn't bash you for it and he never will, that's just how the man is
Hi! Could I request a bruno fic with a reader who is trans nb or a trans man? Maybe the reader is feeling dysphoric and bruno comforts them.
(It's really cool to see an mlm blog for once :D )
Thanks! Sorry to take so long to get to everything. I hope to do both trans man and nb but I'm not nb myself so I'm going to post this for trans men then make a separate one for nb people when I do a little more research!
𝔹𝕣𝕦𝕟𝕠 𝕏 𝔻𝕪𝕤𝕡𝕙𝕠𝕣𝕚𝕔 𝕋𝕣𝕒𝕟𝕤 ℝ𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕖𝕣
You and Bruno Buciaratti. Wasn't that something? You were still getting used to it. Everything seemed so obvious now that you two were together. He talked with such command, you didn't ever think that he was trying to gently lead you into his arm. And happily you were led, until all of the hints had become too obvious to ignore.
You were a frequenter of a local restaurant, a mom and pops, it was how you first met. Admittedly, he was a shady character, taking money from the owners for what you assumed was protection. His serious demeanor seemed contradictorily radiant. When he glanced back, you felt it was only a matter of time before you fell into him.
It seemed too perfect when he sat down at a table in the corner and made friendly chit chat with the waiters. You knew that he had been here before, and with you luck, you'd be able to see him again. He was hard to miss with glowing metal zippers connected to his jacket, you would make sure to keep your eye out.
Thankfully, you did. And you saw him again in the same places, finally deciding the day was the day. But then he approached you, and everything from that day felt like it had changed. It didn't take long before you to were officially together. Dangerous for you, sure, but he had kept you safe for a long time. And you trusted him enough to let him know one of the deepest part of you.
You're trans. It wasn't as big of a deal as you worried it might be. Bruno simply smiled and reassured you that he wasn't there for your body. He was there for you.
That led to now. You weren’t particularly a fan of fashion but you had Bruno by your side to comment on what you wore when asked. Not that it was very helpful though, as he said you looked amazing in anything. Adorable, but not exactly helpful. Unfortunately you hadn’t been feeling the best recently. You’re mood had been down lately, and it spilled over into your self-conscious thought. And for the the first time in a long time, Bruno’s comments about how handsome you were didn't seem to help.
He sat on his bed, letting you rummage around in a spare drawer for your clothes he gave you when you started to stay over more often. Bruno lolled his head to the side, not exactly upset or frustrated, just getting bored. You had been taking a while, needless to say.
“Darling have you picked something yet?” He asked, the words rolling lazily off his tongue. “The afternoon is almost up, and it looks like you might take a while longer.”
Bruno didn’t mean to be rude, you knew that, but you still couldn’t help but feel irritated. When did all these clothes get so feminine? It seemed like all the clothes you had gotten yourself, even the items Bruno had given you and said you looked handsome in seemed like they expressed an hourglass figure. You wanted to tear everything apart. The only way you could describe the clothes were stupid.
The clothes was stupid, going out was stupid, and in your irritation you were starting to think that this whole date was stupid.
Bruno had stood up and walked next to you, placing a hand on your shoulder. “Perhaps you would like to cancel, it doesn’t look like you will be ready soon.”
You swatted his hand away. Of course you didn’t want to go! You felt girlish and feminine and being out in public felt utterly humiliating when your body wasn’t right! You might as well have bugs under your skin, that’s how uncomfortable you were. “Maybe I wouldn’t be taking so long if you helped!”
Bruno took a step back, pulling away from you. You had fought and yelled at each other before, but this felt different. “I- I’m sorry.” You sighed out, shaking slightly.
You were so close to falling apart. And over something so little... you felt so sensitive. You fell into Bruno as he wrapped his arms around you, needing the support he was giving you. He slowly placed his hands on your head, petting your hair sweetly. It might have been embarrassing if anyone but him was doing it.
He didn’t know how to help. He couldn’t fully understand your hurt or your pain, but when he held you and whispered into your ears all the wonderful things he thought you were, you felt safe. You took it to the bed, a much more comfortable position then laying half way on top of his chest still standing.
“Let’s reschedule. I’m not going anywhere... so we have plenty of him.” He hummed softly, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead.
“No, we made plans, we should-”
“With all due respect, no. You’re upset, and it’s my duty to help wherever I can. We can go somewhere else when you’re ready.” He insisted further. “Handsome, we have all the time in the world.”
You felt your face get hot and your buried your face in his chest. “Oh, you like that? Well it’s true. You are the most incredible, handsome, strong man I’ve had the joy of coming to know.”
Bruno gave you words of affection until you told him what was wrong. He gave you something of his to borrow, and when you put on your ‘boyfriend’ jacket, you couldn’t help but feel more confident. He slid his arm around your shoulder, pressing a kiss to the temple of your head. “You look so handsome.”
imagine if Bruno had a trans (ftm/ftnb) S/O, and for a few months after they got top surgery, he sometimes forgets and still looks away when his s/o takes their shirt off, and it takes a second before he remembers
i need bruno 2 sit on my face so bad hes so used to control n he thinks he’s still got it until he’s squirming nd moaning on yr tongue ….
didn't know if you wanted amab or afab Bruno but I wrote with him being afab in mind + warning that reader gets called 'good boy' once in the beginning & that afab terms are used for Bruno's genitalia
When Bruno lowers himself down onto your face, he's confident, tucking a strand of hair behind his ear and muttering commands into the air, whispering a hoarse "good boy" when you finally push your tongue into him.
You unravel him with your mouth and groan into his pussy when he pulls on the roots of your hair and his thighs tighten around your head, hips rolling to ride your tongue like he imagines it's your cock.
After he comes with his fingers pressed against his sensitive clit, his chest heaves and his thighs shake lightly. He shifts his weight to lift himself up but you pull him back down with your hands on his tan thighs and your unrelenting tongue lapping at his sopping folds.
He questions you with a short laugh and puts on an air of confidence you know won't last, "oh?"
You wrap your arms around his thighs and Bruno doesn't get the chance to say much else before pleasure starts to drown out his assertiveness. His hips wiggle and his hands grab onto anything in reach to pull himself back into reality.
A sound you rarely hear from him tumbles out, an almost-whiney, low noise. He never anticipated losing himself so soon and so easily after one orgasm. He's lost control of the way his body moves and the sounds that leave him and, as long as you keep him blissed-out and squirming on your tongue, he won't be able to gain it back. And you both know well that he won't complain.
There you sat crying into his chest yet again about your stupid family. Being the eldest child was never the easiest but it made you the easiest target for when anything ever went wrong. It was never even your fault you had nothing to do with it. But did your family care? Of course not you were just the scapegoat for everyone to take their issues out on. “S’ not fair why am I always being blamed for everyone’s mistakes? I just want their love and approval just like they give my siblings!” “I know sweetheart and even though they don’t see how amazing you are just know that I always will.” Oh what would you do without your sweet man by your side..
I forgor if you've already posted something like this but
Unzipping Bucciarati's arms and doing as you please to him. He can't grip the sheets, he can't crawl away, he can't even hold you closer to him to ground himself-
bruno is my wife (real)
he's squirming around on the bed, whining because he wants to touch you so bad. :( but with all the movement, he faces the threat of falling off the bed.
all he can do is wrap his legs around your waist, to try and pull you closer while you're fucking him.
oh, better yet, use bruno's hands to please yourself while he watches. he'll be glad that he's somehow pleasuring you, but is also a lil jealous.. of his own hands. he wants to touch himself, too, but is willing to wait if you tell him. <3
team bucciarati w/ a crush whose hobby is collecting perfume bottles :3
these count as headcanons i think! ㅡ reader can be read as gender neutral. i love randomness frfr.. sorry for any mistakes :p
niche interests ftw!!!
hints of nsfw elements - notably mista's;; edging :p
bruno;;
ㅡwould be the type to thoroughly interact with you over ur hobby - giving you a firm allowance for your necessaties paired with your own pocket money and excitedly listening when you offer to showcase and then reviewing them with you - wanting to find a new one for himself from your collection perhaps? if you would let him of course.. he was eager to find one in your collection that reminds him of you, wanting to wear your scent on his clothes,,
ㅡoften reminding you everytime you come home with a new perfume in a pretty bag filled with tissue paper, not to give yourself headaches.. and when you accidentaly do so, he is quick to give remedies and scold softly,,
ㅡhe'd compare his interest with yours, a collector of fancy intricately made spoons embarrassingly he'd admit,, something you'd bond over - collecting antique perfumes and spoons together with ur shared downtime, hanging out in every other antique store and often exploring markets to find something that would appeal to the others..
ㅡanyway - showcasing your collection to bruno, excitedly as you spread them out - commenting on which ones don't give you headaches and offering them to bruno, even maybe,, gifting him one of yours,, a declaration of love?!?!
ㅡ“this one.. it smells like your natural smell...” you mentioned mutely - observing the simple, baby blue stained vase bottle before popping the cap, giving it a whiff and letting out a soft sigh - it smelled like him? “I use it frequently because it smells so good..” you continued thoughtlessly, humming in satisfaction - too caught up in admiring the bottle..
ㅡ“Really? Frequently, huh?” Did you unknowingly out yourself?? maybe. but did it make his heart throb uncomfortably with a disgusting amount of flourishing affection for you? yeah. “If i may, could I explore your collection further?” an idea of using a perfume of yours that smelled akin to you - your natural musk that you coat in perfume that smelled like him.. you offhandedly remark that some bottles may be empty, but the remnants of the scents still linger and excitedly direct him to your shelf dedicated to your collection..
leone;;
ㅡhe was surprisingly unaware about your interestㅡ! news to you since you thought everyone knew, considering the countless random perfume bottles that you occasionally leave out rather carelessly trying to organize something else other than your bottles.. which you only really collect for the bottles rather than scent. you figure he thought they were trish's..?
- he was curious about where you went during your downtime and what exactly you did with your funds.. He wasn’t one to snoop, glancing in ur room like a parent checking on their kid to see if they were alright - no trace of you besides your natural smell.. He opened the door a bit wider - truly, he was not one to snoop actively, but the glint caught his eye,, ur perfume cabinet !! no wonder you smell so good, huh?? He sniffed the one on your bedside - the one that you wore. It smelled exactly like you.. hmm, oh, what he could do with this..? he spritzes his wrists and neck.
ㅡ"the smell of pungent perfumes gives me headaches.” he had waved off the invitation without giving it any thought, despite his heartbeat speeding up at your polite offering hum - did he just,, reject you,,? on accident?! you, understanding, exit stage-left and get ready to leave as you had originally planned.. ugh-!!
ㅡquickly, he goes over everything with bruno, making sure there isn't anything going on, double checking before looking for and finding you about to make your move out of the base - he saunters up to your side, saying something about going in pairs no matter where. excitedly, you lead him to a new antique store that you had been meaning to find the time to go into, hidden amongst the brighter, livelier stores.. what a find!
ㅡhit with the smell of old furniture and .. old carpet. a radio playing Dalida, a song he couldn't recognize except the singer herself.. It was like they sang to you, having immediately navigating your way through the antique store with no trouble and finding the protected bottles among other delicate trinkets. You were so gentle, so soft while handling the glass bottles and observing the intricate designs.. how did he not know?? He knew everything about you practically - but not this?? He curses himself, planning to be more engaged in your interests, or hobbies rather...
ㅡyou direct him elsewhere in the familiar smelling store, merely admiring other oddities and old clothes, before purchasing and leaving with a lavender stained glas bottle with notes that reminded him of a common men's cologne, that reminded you of him, as you told him - saying something along the lines of “wanting to get some that reminds me of the gang!” all cheerfully.. Hrm. he’d much rather you focus on all the aspects of ur hobby that remind you of him,,
mista;;
ㅡhe knew of your hobby,, he just didnt know it was to the extent of having a huge, beautiful shelf dedicated to holding many bottles in ur room - he doesn't pay attention to much else besides daydreaming while breathing in the scent of you while hanging out in your room.. before you invited him out with you in front of the gang. the others, notably narancia and fugo, saying something about the way it'll help the way mista smells - saying it's good that he's going with you to a store dedicated to fragrances..
ㅡto subject himself to such a boring activity - standing near you, bored, as you survey the shelves filled with odd trinkets of an antique store that almost smelled like.. something familiar.. he just couldnt put his finger on it! was this what you did everytime you went to find new additions to your collection?? just stand around, feeling the bottles and practically looking at them with a fucking magnifying glass - it seems like you couldnt care less about the scents. the dedication..
ㅡ “god, look at this-!” you exclaimed, whispering loudly and trembling with excitement, and mista quickly looks around, startled, to see the cause of your boutㅡbefore his gaze falls onto your hands, gently holding a rotund glass bottle with intricate leaves ( insect wings? ) etched onto it with a swan.. on the cap..? “isn't this beautiful?? my gosh - and it's not even that much..”
ㅡmista can't really see the appeal of actually taking time to go into these types of stores and specifically finding perfume bottles - empty or not.. but they appeal to you, and he thinks that's all that really matters as well as spending time with you,, hovering over you uncomfortably close as you take the time to admire the intricately designed and vintage glass bottles, taking a whiff and offering to waft it to him so he doesn't get a headache..
ㅡnsfw;; every time you stood near him - merely passing by, he couldn't get enough of the scent that wafted to his nostrils.. and besides, your shirt was loosing its’ scent anyway! ultimately taking it up a knotch and going into your room to steal a few spritzes of the perfume you wear, ( having a hard time because you had a few bottles in your nightstand for decoration - him, having to go through all three hurriedly sniffing..)
-spraying an article of clothing he stole from your room.. a miscellaneous item really, one that he was sure you wouldn't care about, with the use of sex pistols,, hushing them as they slowly pull the article into his hands from your room in the darkness of the hallway - it ultimately ends up with him edging himself while huffing the faint scent of the perfume from ur shirt,, before he can't hold it anymore - the smell and knowing you wore this shirt gets to him, releasing all over himself. hmggh
narancia;;
ㅡengrossed in your hobby as you were. you weren't worried that he would break something - having enough trust in him to treat your things with care. which he does-! utterly, completely focused and firmly holding whatever it is hes holding as he admires the designs along the various perfume and cologne bottles that admittedly look old and in his opinion, did not fit you.. but to each their own, he supposes..
ㅡoften indulges himself in smelling them... you offer him a strip of paper with a scent of the day - every day. it's his favorite! sometimes waiting by your door or taking it upon himself to sit in your room for your awakening just to inquire about it.. he wants to be more appealing to you, and what better way than engaging in ur hobby??
ㅡgives himself headaches just from trying to smell all of ur bottles, some that may not even have the fragrance inside,, merely the remnants. you scold him often,, telling him that you don't want him to hurt himself over merely smelling them, before giving him the ones that aren't prone to giving you headaches - so why would they give narancia headaches??
ㅡexperimentally inhaling the fragrance deeply - unconcerned with himself - grinning giddily as he realizes it smells like arancia.. it must remind you of him, no?? why have so many that smell like orange if not?? dont tell him its because the bottles are pretty, he knows the truth.. filled with an overbearing amount of affection, and comes off a little too forward as he continues conversation, questioning you about your favorites which you inevitably tell him your favorite bottle and offering him your favorite scent by saying “smell.” and offering your wrist to himㅡshowcasing mint, petitgrain and inevitably orange..
ㅡusing a bit of his allowance to surprise you with a men's cologne that was sure to earn him a hug, no?? it was a little plain, yeah, sure but its the thought that counts - Fugo and Bruno told him so. and of course you were ecstatic,, a little. happy to have a new addition to your shelves, you suppose - asking where he got it from since it was nothing like you ever smelled besides on Narancia,,
ㅡobviously he would want you to have one that he uses. just to have. amiright??? just to have.. and occasionally spray ur room with it so you would instinctively think of him… no other reaosn. maybe
fugo;;
ㅡperfumes.. it was definitely interesting to him. he'd think about it, often, and admire the cabinet full of the bottles - some empty, all just for show - except one, you would show him, it was a smaller case, in the shape of a key. “this one.. it smells so good..” you offer the lid to him, and he finds it to be the scent of you he'd become infatuated with. what was that.. notes of coffee beans, almond, and sea salt, is what he identifies right off the bat.. hrrmmm,,, god if he could just bury his nose in ur neck and inhale and hold you into his chest,, still, he doesnt know if you feel the same way. he would have to hold himself and comfort himself with daydreams while biting on your pencil.
ㅡdespite him often enjoying you talk about your thoughts on every bittle you have, he found that you enjoyed when he would review them.. giving each one his honest thoughts and rating,,.. picking up a small bottle with pearl-like dots decorating the edges with a burgundy red fragrance sloshing around.. “that one.. just reminds me of strawberries. and well.. you know.. strawberries remind me of you in general. but this scent reminds me of youㅡ!!” you would tell him, trembling in excitement as you gently grab a small vial - reminiscent of the victorian tear catcher..
ㅡhe'd gently complain after smelling all the ones you offered him, you, more happy than anything to share your interest with fugo, which he could see as plain as day and couldnt help but feel giddy himself - coming off as an angry flustered more than shy as he would like,,
ㅡyou would often invite him out, fugo gladly joining you - eager to spend time with you however you wanna spend it, and offering to lead you to antique stores of his own, secretly excited to show off to you now that he's much aware about your interests.. he remembers which ones have perfumes and colognes at the like - or merely glass bottles which you were eager to welcome into your collection..
giorno;;
ㅡyou were the one that actually welcomed him with welcome arms besides mother bruno, and after a while he found himself sticking close to you simply due to your kind nature and rather open personality.. he had actual feelings for you that he had to acknowledge, and he'd indefinitely work up the nerve to confess, but in the meantime, he'd dedicate his free time to spending it with you no matter what.. no matter if it was simply organizing, listening to you talk, or trying to mediate you after worrying about broken glass after one slipped from your hands one without fragrance - thankfully. yet, you cried.. he was full of merriment, happy to console and hold you, patting you on the back a little lamely..
ㅡfinds the overbearing smell a little repugnant after willing himself to sniff several - and tells you this, earnestly in a polite manner. “i don't know how you do it..” he would joke lamely, a smile painted on his lips. “i admire the bottles.. that's all there is to it. only one will i actually use..” you would retort with a hint of bitterness to his surprise.. what's with the hostility???
ㅡultimately, saving up a bit of his money just to gift you a gorgeous looking bottle he found hidden in an antique store that he found around the outskirts - one that looked similar to your collection already with curves and intricate divots - one he was sure that would gain your affection??..
post- ( everyone lives :3 )
ㅡproud of himself, now that he has the resources to truly fund your hobby.. ultimately wants to impress ‐ kinda like a peacock! trying to flaunt himself to you almost while simultaneously running passione.. dedicating a room full of shelves, protected to the fullest with bolted cabinets that were sure not to tremble with footsteps nearby..
ㅡoften having himself accompany you to these antique stores you love so much - asking why exactly you don't want the most recent fragrance and you have to carefully remind him that it's the bottles that appeal to you, worn and used delicately and now passed onto you by fate :p
ㅡhas a few people go raid a few stores that he's sure you have not explored, buying them out and surprising you with a shelves full of new additions to which you excitedly admire the room.. a little inconvenient, but at the same time it's so wonderful,, how could you not fall for him, right??? right.,,,???
please god both of those ideas slay but i need bruno pussy so bad it’s a drought out here
like imagine abbachio messed up a mission so his punishment is to watch how you deflower his crushs pussy with your tongue. his once matured and put together boss torn apart by your tongue, thrashing and squirming, trying to crawl away from the overstimulation yet comes back to you everytime. his clit is puffy and pulsing, every stroke from your wet tongue elicting more need and pain inside him.
brunos heart felt it was going as fast as a racecar engine and blood pounded in his ears, sure, he's slept around once or twice. but this? could this even be classified as pleasure when he felt on the verge of insanity?
it feels so good that his stand was phasing in and out behind him thinking he's in danger from how well you're ravaging him only with your tongue.
and to make matters worse for the poor man, his subordinate (his crush) was staring at him. watching him with those violet eyes he loved so much, biting his black lined lips. bruno called for him weakly, "a–abba, 'm sorry." he stretched out the last word. you smirked, did they not fuck before? you pulled off his clit with a pop admiring your work, red cunt dripping onto the bed, clenching and fluttering around nothing.
absolutely beautiful.
and abbachio is standing there, legs pushing together as he tries to give himself some any sort of stimulation. his tdick ached begging to get the treatment bruno was getting.
"abbachio," you purred, turning your attention to him. licking the slick from your lips, "now you know what happens when you jeopardize a mission. others suffer for your actions. let this be a lesson for you."
you point a hand to bruno on the bed and he was fucked out, feet on the bed but hips thrusting in the air, hands gripping the bed as his chest heaves up on down laced with hickeys. he looked like a fashioned whore, had you and him done this before?
"y-yes sir, it won't happen again."
famous last words because it did happen again, infact, that's all he could think about. he couldn't talk to bruno for a whole two weeks without choking on his words. until...
cw: smut, yandere!character, possessive!bruno, language/swearing, gn!reader, no y/n. reader is called 'sugar'. obsessive!bruno rears its head, gagging? bruno shuts you up with his hand
"Hey, B, have you seen my ears?"
Bruno grumbled under his breath, only because he told you before you locked yourself in the bedroom that they were on the coffee table. But did you listen? No.
He swears you'd lose your head if he wasn't here.
Bruno snatches the lacy bunny ears off the coffee table and knocks on the bedroom door. You had been annoyingly secretive about your Halloween costume this year, shoving him out of the room while you got ready so you could 'surprise him' with the finished product.
You swung the door open, and Bruno's eyes widened.
"Thanks, babe!"
You snatch the ears from his hand and go to shut the door, but Bruno keeps it open with his hand. The resounding bang doesn't make you flinch, though ...
... almost like you expected it.
You stand in front of your mirror and slip the ears on your head, completing the look: a playboy bunny. Bruno was transfixed by how the tight fitting leotard hugged your body. Fucking hell, you're practically naked. The only thing keeping him from your hole (his hole, he mentally corrects, it's his) is a flimsy scrap of fabric and sheer, glittery tights.
He hates to admit how quickly the sight alone affected him. How in a matter of seconds, you reduced him into a mindless pile of need, but goddamnit Sugar, you should know better. You should know by now just how easily you can ruin a man like him.
"What do you think?" You give him a cute, little twirl and poke out your ass, revealing a cotton tail.
Bruno grips the doorframe, steadily losing his composure. "Fuck, Sugar..." He stumbles closer, grabbing your hips. "You're not going out like this."
"But—"
Bruno practically throws you onto the bed. Your ears fall off in the scuffle, and you look even more lewd sprawled out like this.
"Shut the fuck up, baby," he whispers. "Just shut up and let me fuck you." Hands fumbling with the crotch of your body suit, he realizes it has snaps. He rips it anyway. "You little fucking cocktease—shit. Look at you. You’re fuckin smiling, baby, you wanted me to act like this."
It didn't take long for Bruno to bully his way inside of your hole. You welcome him with the cutest moan, and hook your thighs around his waist. He couldn't pull away, even if he wanted to.
You babble utter nonsense as he fucks himself harder, deeper into your willing body, but fuck—sometimes you talk too damn much. Bruno clamps his hand over your mouth, stifling each and every one of your needy pleas until all he can hear is the sound of skin slapping skin.
“Mine, Sugar, all fu-ucking mine.” Bruno inhaled through his teeth. His eyes roll back in his head. “Lemme fuck this cock into you, pretty. Mm—ah, you take it so well, so fucking well.”
He lightly smacks your face, forcing you to open your eyes so you can look at him directly. “It’s ’cause you’re made for me … made to take my cock. Fuckin no one gets to see you like this, no one gets to play with your insides like me, yeah, Sugar? So just—gimme everything and I’ll make you come.”
The best way to start writing again is with everyone's favorite capo, Bruno Bucciarati! This man has a hold on my soul that I can't even explain. Anyway! Enjoy this short little drabble while I work on some of my months old requests :<
Bruno Bucciarati x Male Reader
It didn't take much convincing for Bucciarati to give in to your perverted request. Was it out of desperation, to feel the warmth of your skin after nights apart? Or maybe he was just as wicked and perverted as you, finally indulging in an act he subconsciously wanted for ages now? It didn't matter to you. At the end of the day, Bucciarati allowed you to use him for some random fantasy, and whatever reasons he had for it, you quietly accepted them.
"Shhh~ Quiet down, hun! Don't want anyone to hear you!" You sheepishly chirped into your Capo's ear as you slowly pushed yourself into him. Between your body practically engulfing his own and having sex with you in a club bathroom, Bucciarati's head was spinning. "Can't believe you got me to do this!" A breathy moan leaves the other man's mouth. Despite feeling you inside him, softly breaking him, a sensation of guilt fills him.
Fortunately, you can read the man like a book. Between his face and how he suddenly stopped clenching around you, you knew Bucciarati was distracted with something. "Forget the mission, Bruno. The others got it..." You grunted softly while purposefully aiming your hips up to barely hit his prostate. As if on cue, Bucciarati instinctively shivers, and if it wasn't for your arms around his chest and waist, he would have folded over. "It's okay to let go, Capo~ Besides, we're supposed to blend in. It's not unusual for two people to sneak off like this~" With a hushed chuckle and purr into the black-haired man's ear, Bucciarati let his composure slip.
He looks back at you with rosy cheeks and watery eyes. "I've got half the mind to make you regret this, Y/N..." What was supposed to sound threatening was translated as a soft whine, making you smirk as you thrust harshly into Bucciarati again. "Last I check, you wanted this too, Bruno! So don't act like a whiny bitch and continue what you agreed to!" You kissed the side of your lover's red cheeks and sped up your thrusts. Your hands reposition themselves on Bucciarati's hips, causing his own hands to clash with the bathroom tile.
"I'm never doing this with you again!" Bruno moans into his hands to keep himself quiet. And you can only smile as you hear the pretty whines and lies that leave your lover's mouth.