#soft bruno

[knifefather]

I'm a 23 year old virgin and I want Bruno to ~teach me~ how to please him - handjobs, blowjobs, PIV sex and so on. In return, I want to feel his hands all over me... When we move on to PIV I want him to move me gently to where he wants me and hold my hand when he starts to sink in

I just know that Bruno would be so so patient and understanding with you. ♡ He finds it precious and endearing that you are inexperienced at your age. But that's okay, because Bruno loves you and is more than happy to teach you how to please him. Or rather, teach you about sex in general. Introducing you to a world of pleasures you've never known is an honor to him!

nsfw under the cut. 18+ only ☆ﾟ. * ･ ｡ﾟ. * ･ ｡ﾟ

He loves seeing the wonder on your face and the arousal in your eyes when he touches you for the first time. The lovely sounds you emit when his mouth meets your sex encourage him to push you further, to undo you in the dirtiest of ways.

He honestly finds himself on a power trip after the first time he shows you his cock. Your eyes are wide and interested, your shaky hands coming up to grip his hard shaft cautiously at first. After you hear a soft sigh of pleasure slip from his lips, you become more confident. With soft words and gentle instruction from him, you begin to get the hang of jerking him off. You're so excited that you ask him to teach you blowjobs in the same session.

A bead of sweat clings to Bruno's face as he tries to reason with you. "I wouldn't want to overwhelm you."

“You’re not going to,” you argue with a little pout. To convince him, you stick out your tongue just a little and drag it over his sticky cockhead. When his salty taste hits your mouth, you jolt at the flavor.

He hisses in a breath as he watches you, desire shining in his eyes. Yes, you’re undoing him with your charms, but Bruno doesn’t forget himself.

“Very well. Suck it just a bit more, amore,” he instructs you. "Go slowly."

You draw in a shaky breath and eye his length before acting. Leaning in, you drag your tongue over the tip once again. The taste of his precum was different, but certainly not bad. Trusting him, you draw the head of his cock between your lips, bobbing your head. Bruno groans, the sound reverberating in his chest. His tan cheeks are a lovely pink as he looks down at you, his hand resting on the back of your head.

"You're doing so well, bambina. Take a little bit more whenever you're ready."

A shiver moves down your spine at the praise. With enthusiasm, you open your throat, letting his hot shaft slide in. It feels strange having something in your throat, but you try to keep breathing and moving your head.

"Breathe through your nose," he reminds you lovingly, watching you struggle for air. It's cute, watching your emotions and facial expressions change with every moment passing in the encounter.

It does not take long for your sweet, earnest mouth to bring Bruno to orgasm. As much as he wants to press his cock to the back of your throat and make you gag on his cum, he pulls your head away as he starts to get close. "A-Almost there, amore," he warns. "Use y-your hands... both hands--" His breath stutters in his chest as you pump his cock vigorously. Laying a hand over his mouth, he shoots thick, sticky ropes across your face.

A tiny gasp escapes you as the first ribbon lands over your nose, then your cheek. Your brain begins to catch up with your body, ablaze from lust, and you think to stick your tongue out. Bruno lets out a purr-like moan at the sight of you so eagerly wanting to taste him. He dips the tip of his cock back between your lips, the last bit of his juices being spent in your mouth.

Your eyes roll into the back of your head, and Bruno continues to stroke your hair. His gentle voice and endless stream of praise only make you feel more eager for your next lesson.

[goatpaste]

Twitter meme I decided to draw instead of just fill out like a normal person

also I struggled soooo long picking a fav for the design slots, i really like a lot of designs and stands, the stands are so good i love the stands theres kinda hardly any bad stands...

[Commission Prices][Etsy][Buy me a Kofi]

[panqecas]

𝖣𝗈́𝗂 ㅤ𝗈 ㅤ𝗉𝖾𝗂𝗍𝗈ㅤ──ㅤ𝖲𝗈́ ㅤ𝖽𝖾 ㅤ𝗈𝗅𝗁𝖺𝗋 ㅤ𝗈ㅤ 𝗃𝖾𝗂𝗍𝗈ㅤ 𝗊𝗎𝖾ㅤ 𝗍𝗎ㅤ 𝗉𝗈𝗌𝖺

𝖲𝖺𝗎𝖽𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗌,ㅤ 𝗉𝗈𝗇𝗍𝗈𝗌 ㅤ𝖽𝖾ㅤ 𝖾𝗑𝖼𝗅𝖺𝗆𝖺𝖼̧𝖺̃𝗈ㅤ✦ㅤ𝖵𝗈𝖼𝖾̂ㅤ 𝖾𝗌𝗍𝖺́ ㅤ𝗆𝖺𝗋𝖺𝗏𝗂𝗅𝗁𝗈𝗌𝖺

[ddarker-dreams]

HngnGNhnngn thinking about. scarlet ribbons and how unused the members of bucciarati's gang are to being doted on. or just cared for in the slightest really. all of them have experienced being cast aside at some point or another. that's why your kindness shines through like blinding rays, engulfing them with warmth that makes them realize just how cold they've been all along.

for giorno, it's reminding him that he doesn't have to be the infallible don of passione around you. giorno giovanna wears so many masks that he sometimes forgets his true face — if such a fabled countenance exists any longer. he always needs to be three steps ahead of both his allies and his enemies. this habit would exhaust anyone else, yet he's so used to it by now, that the weariness is mistaken for normalcy. you maneuver past the cracks in his façade and remind him that a person still exists behind the innumerable walls he's built up. without your reminders, it's likely he would forget. it takes time and diligence on your part. however, piece by piece, he'll reveal to you a more vulnerable self than he's never shown anyone else. in the dead of night, he'll quietly admit his fears. you don't need to present him any solutions, you just need to listen, hearing him out and withholding judgment. the resulting lightness where heavy pressure once oppressed his chest amazes him. you amaze him. you become his lifeline as much as he's been yours.

for fugo, it's simply engaging in his interests. his enthusiasm for learning never disappeared. he's been shut down in the past, his ability to quickly grasp the most complex subjects at a young age earned no shortage of envy from his older peers. due to this, they never cared to engage him in conversation on academics. consequently, his mind is buzzing with things to say that he figured no one would ever care to hear. when you don't just inquire what book he's reading, but really dig in with some specific questions, he can barely contain his excitement. you might not understand astrophysics or quantum mechanics but the way he lights up at your genuine investment is beyond endearing. by the time he finishes his explanation, he'll flush, murmuring an apology for getting carried away on something you likely could care less about. you adamantly refute this claim. he's at a loss. especially now, as you scoot next to him, pointing to some term he briefly mentioned and asking if he wouldn't mind expanding on it further. he has to bite down on his lower lip to stop the toothy grin that threatens to overwhelm his features.

for bruno, it's asking if he's been remembering to take care of himself. whether or not he answers in truth is subject to chance, since he doesn't want to worry you. still, if he brushes off your concern, guilt travels through his system like a poison and is expelled only when he confesses that he can't remember the last time he slept for more than five hours. your worry transcends anything he expected. you don't just give him a sorrowful glance and murmur how unfortunate that is, no, you act. advocating for his well-being when he's always considered it a second-rate concern. you're beside yourself, flitting to and fro, making the necessary arrangements for him to properly relax. he offers the slightest resistance just to relish in the guilty pleasure of how indignant you get for his sake. it's adorable, you're adorable, and if his heart was anymore full with love, it might burst. he scoops you up once you've finished lecturing him for not attending to his health and insists you'll be his personal remedy.

(nara, mista and abba under the cut)

for narancia, it's enjoying a homecooked meal. the poor boy grew up food insecure. even now that he has a job and livable income, he still mostly sustains himself off restaurant leftovers and takeout. when you make a point of asking what he's had to eat so far that day and he responds with something like a bag of chips or a slice of cold pizza, he doesn't understand your aghast expression. from his perspective, that's a solid diet, considering he used to rummage through trashcans for scraps. when you're still in your roommate era with fugo, you go against his wishes and start inviting narancia over often. you've become acquainted with some folk willing to share the produce their gardening hobby yields. narancia is in pure awe at the sight of freshly squeezed orange juice and waffles made from scratch on the first morning you had him over for breakfast. gobbles it down despite fugo chastising his poor manners. narancia becomes a regular at your doorstep after that point, pitching in to help with groceries. you teach him how to make some staples and he eagerly soaks in the knowledge. he thinks you're an absolute beauty with your little apron, shining and radiant.

for mista, it's just being down to vibe. he's a chill dude with a curious mind. the other guys tend to groan when mista introduces his wild hypotheticals or strange questions, so when you reciprocate his enthusiasm, he knows he's found his soulmate. wants to propose to you right then and there. it goes both ways, too. you could chat for hours about the most inane things and he'd find it absolutely riveting. time flies by unnoticed when the two of you get together. the sun will be high in the sky when he asks you about aliens and it'll be night when you ask him which animal he thinks is the most catholic. it's no exaggeration to say you're his best friend. whenever he calls you, he does that thing where he twists the phone cord with his finger. he's smitten and he has no complaints. mista couldn't get tired of you if he tried, you both just gel together perfectly.

for abbacchio, it's showing up at his dingy apartment uninvited and breathing life into the desolate space. he doesn't even remember giving you a key. regardless, here you are, chastising him for his empty fridge and swearing that you'll shrivel up and die if he doesn't go grocery shopping with you. he rolls his eyes, calls you dramatic, yet concedes anyway. he always does if you're the one insisting. you're not exactly rolling in cash but you purchase little trinkets that make his home, well, a home. a framed picture of the two of you by the bay. a candle for the kitchen windowsill that has a scent you know he's partial to. matching frog mugs that he swears he finds unsightly (he doesn't). a welcome mat, an ornate mirror found at a thrift shop, this pink blanket that feels as soft as a cloud. abbacchio's particularly fond of that last one, since it smells like you. what used to be four walls with a roof is now this vibrant space that screams you at every corner. he might grumble about your unsolicited redecorating but he wouldn't have it any other way.

[paranormalglass]

these are my sons stupid and fuckhead they are 5months old and know nothing of the world

[artsyanarchist]

he warned him

[spideysensings]

bruno and kamran currently have so many good tropes... rivals to friends, miscommunication that seemed insulting but is just dorky, mutual potential love interest, only person you can confide in, reluctantly offering help, on the run together... gotta love the vibes !!

[dororoxpenana]

Happy birthday to little Toñito! 😭🧡✨️🧡😭🧡✨️🧡✨️😭😭✨️🧡 Just having fun dancing with his Tío and Tía 💚✨️

[illicit-eclipse]

Grenade - Bruno Mars

[starry-blue-echoes]

So I was having more Jotaro In Italy thoughts and.

I’ve just been having so many thoughts of Jotaro being an the most confusing thing ever because how how he’s both incredibly secretive but also rather obvious about what his Stand does.

Jotaro does not trust these people as far as they could throw him. He met Giorno about a day ago and everyone else a few minutes ago. He knows that they are part of a literal mafia in which the boss seems to have been the direct cause of his best friend’s disappearance, and he is currently plotting to kill that boss alongside Giorno.

So he sure as hell ain’t going to go out of his way to trust them. He won’t antagonize them, but he’s not going to go and tell them his skills or abilities.

And this gets. Interesting very quickly.

First there’s the piss teacup that Abbaccio tries to do, and Jotaro just uses Star to make it seem like there was never any “tea” in it at all. The Gang know he has a Stand, so this starts their guessing.

Then it’s time to leave for the boat. And they realize that they can’t actually fit everyone in the car.

So Jotaro says he’ll walk.

Bucciarati asks if his Stand has travel abilities. Jotaro says no. The Gang are, naturally, skeptical and Abbaccio tells Joot that if he isn’t there by the time they arrive, they’re leaving without him.

Imagine their surprise when Jotaro is waiting for them by the time they get there. After all, being thrown over rooftops mixed with the occasional time stop makes for quite efficient travel.

But of course, he doesn’t explain.

Then the boat. Oh joy the boat.

So a few hours in, Bucciarati starts explaining what exactly they’re doing all the way out here. Jotaro mostly hangs back since he doesn’t see any need to get closer and he can hear Bucciarati just fine from where he is.

This also means he’s able to see Soft Machine popping out and do something about it.

and just. Jotaro accidentally being absolutely terrifying

He’s holding Soft Machine with what appears to be his bare hands, a tiny shimmer of purple being the only thing to betray the usage of his Stand. His words are calm and collected, not betraying a single thought. Maybe the Stand tries stabbing him, only to get its wrist snapped like a twig without any seen cause

of course, once Zucchero’s caught, they’re a bit distracted by having to deal with the fact that a Stand User is going to be waiting for them to kill them so they don’t have time to ask questions.

In fact, it probably isn’t until sometime after Trish that they actually see Star properly

and until them, Jotaro is simply a terrifying enigma

[cryingforcrocodiles]

they're so 🥹🥹

[thatmerlinwizard13]

Under the Stars | Bruno Madrigal

18+, MINORS DNI!!

Summary: After a few months of dating, Bruno takes you to his secret hideout in Casita.

Pairing: Bruno Madrigal x Fem!Reader

Tags: Fluff, smut, asexual, licking, swearing, soft

Word Count: 1729

“I wanna show you something.”

Bruno gently took your hand and pulled you up the staircases in his room. All of them. After a few months of dating and having become a social outcast in town, you grew weird and a little more distant, sometimes going a full day without letting go of Bruno’s hand. And he was very sweet; squeezing your hand and making sure you were okay.

There were days where you would blankly stare at the walls and didn't eat a thing. You had a small breakdown in the bathtub once where Bruno found you, soaked and wrinkled from hours in the water. "y/n?" You hadn't answered him, simply took his hand and held it to your wet cheek. He'd climbed into the bathtub with you, cleaning your back and braiding your hair until you felt calm enough to get out again. You tried to feel Bruno near as much as possible. He was your anchor - he was your haven through this all.

You climbed the stairs and for the first time in your life, you saw the opening to Bruno’s cave. “Are we going in there?” you asked him but he shook his head. To the side, there was a small hole in the ceiling, the evening wind blowing through it. You followed Bruno as he grabbed some stones and hoisted himself up on the roof. “I am actually – kind of sorry, like I always wanted to eh, to show you this place. It’s where I went when things got a little bit too much for me.”

On the roof there were several pillows and matrasses, as the view was of a million stars in the sky. You mouthed a little ‘wow’ as you sat down. The whole floor was just a soft pillow to lie down in and gaze up to the sky. “What if it rains?” You ask as you take off your sandals and sit down cross-legged on the floor. Bruno sits down behind you, wrapping his hands around your waist and resting his chin on your shoulder. “Casita always puts a little glass roof over it whenever Pepa has had a bad day. That way, it still feels like you’re outside in the rain without actually getting wet.”

You chuckled. “The stars are beautiful tonight.”

“They are,” he answered after which he pointed to the sky. You followed his finger with your eyes. “Those two,” he said, “the ones that don’t shine so bright.”

You did indeed see two little stars, side by side, that were very dim and sad compared to all the other brilliant crystals shining down on you. “That’s us,” he whispered. You laughed and let your back rest against his chest. “We are pretty pathetic compared to the rest of this family.” He pressed a kiss against your neck and you let the feeling tingle through your body. “Yeah,” he chuckled as he tickled you in your side, “we’re so sad.”

You laughed and tickled him back and for a moment; you were teenagers again – tickling and laughing and playing as you rolled over the roof, throwing one pillow after the next. One landed in his face and he pretended to get knocked out. When you rushed to him to check if he was okay, he grabbed you tight and flung you around. You felt carelessly happy again, maybe the first time in months. “My name is Hernando,” he said, pitching his voice lower than it actually was. You rolled over with laughter from this persona. He raised his arms all creepily as the hood concealed his face. “I am not afraid of you. I’m not afraid of anything!”

You put your face behind your shawl, looking like a mighty sorcerer, or something and laughed like an evil witch. “And my name is Nina, I’m a witch and I’m not afraid of the fearless Hernando!”

Then he attacked you, pushing you down to the ground as he pretended to eat you. You both laughed so hard, your stomach physically hurt. He had pinned you to the ground though. He had won the game. After you had laughed your laughs, Bruno also realized he had pinned you. You took his neck and pulled him nearer for a kiss. He wasn’t pulling away, instead, he let his body melt over yours, letting his fingers run through your hair as he kissed little kisses on your mouth and your eyes and your neck and – wow.

He eventually raised his arms and took off his poncho with a little struggle. You lay a hand on his leg. “What are you doing?” You asked as he also unbuttoned his shirt with fidgeting hands. He stopped with what he’s doing and looks at you questioningly. “I just – I thought that-”

“But are you sure?” You ask him. He’s expressed multiple times that he doesn’t need it. That he’s fine without all of that in our relationship. You feel your ears turning red. He nods softly. “I feel like – I don’t know. I want you to see me. Without boundaries or something.” He sniffed. “I’m just eh… I’m not really sure what I’m supposed to do.”

He strokes your face and you stroke his after which you climb out from under him and take the position he had over you. His giant eyes watch you intently as you take off your dress. You both feel it, the electricity in the stars and between you. You lean forward and kiss him like he kissed you, on his eyes, his mouth – you bit his ear slightly. You have no idea what you’re doing either, but after lots of fumbling and giggles, you unbuckle his belt and help him pull down his pants. “You’re so pretty,” you whisper, the words making him whine as he fixed his eyes on everything you were doing. You knew he loved those little compliments, had him eating right out of your palm.

“y/n,“ he almost whined, rutting up against you as your fingers trailed along the waist band of his underpants. His fingers ghosted over yours, a testing press that made you gasp. “So wet,“ he said mostly to himself. You helped him tug down the last scraps of clothing and took off yours as he sat upright, instantly kissing you again once you were near. You sat on his lap, letting your fingers curl through his hair as he nudged his leg up against your now bare cunt as you rocked against him.

“Bruno“ you said breathlessly, pulling away and holding his face in your hands “need you. Need you right now.“

That breathy whimper left his lips again and it seemed to urge him forward. He turned you over with far too much care but you’d expect nothing less from him, before hoisting you up on a square-like couch in the corner. You shivered slightly, the cool untouched fabric of the pillows a stark contrast to the warmth of his lap.

His lips were on you again, but only briefly.

“Can I taste you? “ he asked, eyes wide and practically pleading. You almost moaned just at the idea, nodding perhaps a little too enthusiastically at his request.

“Yes. Yes Bruno please…” He pressed another kiss to your lips before dropping onto his knees, never letting his hands leave you. He pulled you to the edge of the couch and carefully pushed your legs apart.

His eyes didn’t leave you once as he pressed soft, wet kisses to your thighs. You clenched around nothing just at the sight. This man would be the death of you. Your breath hitched in your throat as he drew closer, his own hot breath fanning over you and making you shiver again. His fingers carefully spread you apart, his nose brushing against your clit. Your head fell back with a soft whine.

“Bruno…“ he was still watching you intently as he licked a slow stripe between your folds, eliciting the most beautiful sounds from your mouth.

“So good,” he mumbled against you, confidence seemingly drowning him as he began to devour you as if you were his final meal. He’d never done this before, you’d never felt this before. But it was heavenly. You were now quite certain that to please you, he’d quite happily give you orgasm after orgasm without even bothering about himself. He’d go at it for hours, making you come over and over until you physically couldn’t take it anymore.

“Fuck- Bruno-” you gasped, hands sliding into his hair and tugging on his curls.

When he slowly slid a finger into you, you moaned so loud they probably heard you two floors down, even more so when a second quickly followed. You quickly slammed one hand against your own lips. His mouth was still preoccupied with your clit, and the mix of his tongue and his thick fingers curling up inside of you was too much. You could never get anything going with your own fingers, but his were magic. “Mi amore,” you whined. “So close.”

He curled his fingers again, hitting the perfect spot that was your undoing and barely a minute later you were coming. Hard. You clenched your thighs around his head, moans and sighs loudly falling from your throat. Bruno continued to lap at you gently, helping to ride you though it and make sure every single second lasted as long as possible.

“¿Estás bien?”

You gave a small laugh and nodded. You ran a hand over his hair and then nudged your fingers under his chin and scratchy beard, urging him to stand again. He stood up from the floor and pulled you along. He kissed you, making you moan into his mouth as you tasted yourself on his lips.

“Shower?“ He asked as you lay your forehead on his shoulder, his small figure perfect for the gesture. “Yeah,” you breathed, your body still tingling with sensation. This was perfect. He was perfect.

Bruno grabbed a big blanket from the floor and tried to lift you into his arms, failing miserably. “Come here,” you said as you offered him a place under the blanket with you. He put one arm over your shoulder and held the other side of the blanket with his free hand.

This way, you both tiptoed to the bathroom with a million whispered I love you’s on the way.

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My Masterlist

[marshmallowdarling]

♡Baby (BRUNO-JJBA)♡

Another from my Wattpad. Remember I am down for any requests!! Hope you enjoy bubs! Mwah~

(Y/N)'s feet pound harshly on the ground, her breath coming out in short puffs as her lungs squeeze painfully.

She was so close, so close, but he had come home early and saw her climbing out of that stupid broken window. 

Him, Bruno Bucciarati, the seemingly harmless male with short black hair and piercing but usually kind shining blue eyes. The female had fell for him, it was embarrassing to say but who wouldn't fall for the nice handsome man who had whisked her away from danger and had charmed her for weeks? 

Then it changed, she found out that he's the leader of the 'Passione' and she wanted to drop him immediately. Bruno was distraught, and had smoothed talked his way into her life again, until he found out that she started slipping from his fingers again. (Y/N) had found a nice man, someone who respected her, didn't lie and liked her back, it felt like it was meant to be!! 

It pissed Bruno off, how could his amore like someone other than him? He's perfect for her, he would never hurt her and he could spoil her with love!! He broke and quickly snatched her away from the world, shoving her into a little house away from everyone and everything.

The female was pissed, she screamed and howled and punched and scratched and kicked and swore like a sailor but Bruno would just smile sympathetically and take it all.

He treated her like a god damned child, talking to her in that stupid voice with that stupid smile always on his lips, cutting her food small and behaving like a caretaker. She hates it. 

(Y/N) is a grown woman, she has gone through too much bullshit in life just for this psycho to treat her like a child. 

A yelp escapes her lips as she see's a hand reach out for her, jerking to the side she misses the hand but ends up hooking her feet together sending her tumbling to the ground. (Y/N) hisses as the ground slams harshly against her side but fear instantly overrides the pain, her eyes hesitantly looking up at the male.

His short black hair is ruffled slightly, his broad chest heaving up and down as sweat slides down his tan skin and his white suit is tainted by dirt, his eyes narrow as he looks (Y/N) up and down. 

She probably looks like a mess, blood on her knees from the broken glass, feet dirty and sore from running barefoot, body caked with dirt and hair in a birds nest, but all that runs in the female can think about is what he's going to do to her. 

Bruno sighs, his large arms cross his chest much like a parent. "You really tried to escape, by breaking a window no less, and look now you have hurt yourself more by running from me." He reaches down to grab her upper arm before hauling her to her feet. 

His hand comes to zip open a zipper door, he nudges (Y/N) inside before getting in himself and closing it. They're back in the house, her prison.

♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡

Bruno is packing away the first aid, he has been scolding the female for her reckless behaviour but she isn't taking any of it. 

"I am not a child! and you can't keep me here!" She shouts back, her arms crossing as she stares him down.

He just stares right back. "You got hurt without me Mi Amore-"

"-Stop calling me that! I'm not your love, I do not love you! Get that through you thick skull Bruno!" (Y/N) cuts him off, her tone sharp.

The male isn't even fazed, he just nods before closing the cupboard. "I get that this is new and you need time to adjust, you did something reckless but I understand." He sends her a smile, his eyes closing as his cheeks pull up. 

That smile, that stupid smile. (Y/N) is seething with rage, he doesn't understand, he doesn't want to understand, he's such an asshole!

"I HATE YOU-" Before she can finish her sentence his hand encloses around her nose and mouth. 

"Like I said before, I understand your emotions-" He pulls his face closer to her's, his smile completely wiped off so he looks monotoned. "-but do not ever say that again. Hate is such a strong word Mi Amore, do you understand?" 

(Y/N) stays silent but a quick squeeze to her cheeks has her nodding, his smile reappears and he let's go before he pats her head satisfied by her response. 

"Now let's go so I can make some food for you, your far to grumpy and then your going down straight for a nap. After all, your my clumsy little baby. I have to take care of you, no?" 

[aslowknife]

if you look closely, “Corazon Roto” is tattooed on either side of Bruno’s forehead...this translates to “Broken Heart”... I have feelings.

[errwin]

c'monnn abbacchio is so hot

[akokujo]

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