#hazbuccellati

[wri0thesley]

Thinking about sleepy morning sex in a fancy hotel with poly bruabba 🥺😍🥵

ah.... the dream.... to be in very fancy sheets and pillows tangled with bruno and abbacchio whilst they kiss across your skin and murmur sleepily how much they adore you ... to cuddle up afterwards, sticky and sated . . . to slowly meander to the shower to get clean, still yawning, only to once more end up pinned between the two of them, pressed against steamy glass...

to order room service, for bruno to answer the door clad in only a robe, his hair still wet . . . to be hand fed fruit, laying on the egyptian cotton, comfortable and happy with your boys

[thequarantinejjbablog]

🌻👀💌🗡 for Bruno please! c:

Bruno I love you please let me take care of you.

From this list. (Still accepting)

🌻 Will they do anything for their s/o? Will the crocodile tears win them over or are they stubborn on not giving in?

In general, there isn’t a lot of things Bruno wouldn’t do for his s/o. Of course he has his limits (the man has values, it’s part of the core of his character), but he can be quite the ruthless man if he needs to be. However he is not a pushover either, and in case of conflict, he is not going to say yes just because you say so. The crocodile tears won’t work on him (even though he hates to see you cry), but he is not stubborn, you can convince him and make him see your way with arguments. He will hear you out, and he is willing to talk about anything.

👀 Are they protective?

The man killed two dudes that wanted his father dead when he was like 12 and then joined the mafia to protect him, you can bet your ass the man is protective. He is not overwhelmingly protective, he won’t stop you from doing anything (unless for a real threat), but he won’t let anything escalate or take the risk of doing so. He also knows you might be in danger because of his job so he is cautious with new people entering your life or anything too unusual, but if anyone or anything is threatening you? It won’t stay around for long, because he has no intention of “waiting and see if it gets worse”.

💌 Do they send loving/cutesy texts to their s/o?

Not really. Bruno is a romantic, and he might do it from time to time for specific occasions, but he prefers to show his love in person. He could do it if he knows you’re stressed, if he’s been away for some time (but then again, he would rather call you), or if he saw something that made him think of you, but otherwise, he would rather buy a rose on his way home and tell you he loves you against your lips.

🔪 Do they try to be a good influence on their s/o or do they not care?

Well, he is in the mafia so the man better calm his tits before calling himself a role model, BUT. As someone who always tries to do the right thing (or at least whatever is best), he would have troubles being with someone who doesn’t try to do the same. And he cares too much about his s/o to let them destroy themselves with bad habits (like smoking, or drinking too much, or doing anything that he knows will make them unhappy later), so yes, he would try to be a good influence on them and encourage them to do better, to be better. And of course, drugs are a Big No.

[dongiovannaswife]

;u; I love there being a height difference between myself and my f/os!! I’m 4ft9 and I sometimes think about size kink with risotto 😳

GOD. But size kink with Risotto is like. The epitome of size kink, you get me? That man has something that just calls for sin.

AND UH OH THAT'S WHAT I CALL SIN.

[pr0sciutt0]

Could I please get some fluffy Bruno reassuring his plus size fem s/o that she’s beautiful after an unsuccessful clothes shopping trip that’s made her feel very self conscious about herself. Thank you angel! ❤️

"I can come in and help," your boyfriend's voice says, from just outside the changing room, as you struggle with the third zip of the day. It's hardly something that you're not used to, but still . . . you can't help but swallow back the tears and the lump in the back of your throat as you say;

"No, it's alright, Bruno. It's not going to do up."

"Are you sure, amore? You know, zippers are my speciality--"

"I'm sure," you say, hoping the tears clogging up your throat aren't too obvious to him. You know that they will be, of course - Bruno can read you like an open book - but you don't think you could bear looking into those gorgeous sapphire-blue eyes and seeing pity in them. "It's . . . You won't be around to help me every day. If I can't get in and out of it on my own, it doesn't fit."

You succeed, the dress pooling around your ankles. It hurts more that Bruno had been the one to choose this dress, that look in his eyes as if you were the most beautiful girl in the world when he handed it to you. You hate disappointing him!

You step out of the changing room with the dress hung neatly back on its hanger, and Bruno sees your red-rimmed eyes and the puffiness of your cheeks and the stoop of your shoulders but doesn't say anything except a soft whisper of your name as he places his hand on the small of your back and guides you out of the fitting rooms. You hand the dress to the attendant with a shake of your head, and she - the kind of girl who's probably never had to worry about something not fitting her in her life - gives you a smile that you can't help but read as mocking.

(It's not, coincidentally; it's her customer service smile, and she's been on her feet for seven hours straight, and she can't wait to get home and take off her heels and collapse onto her bed. But when you're in as low a place as you are right now, it's hard not to feel jealousy constricting everything you do - especially when she gives Bruno a smile too, and he smiles back, and that poisonous little voice in your head whispers that she would be a far more fitting lover for a man such as him than you will ever be.)

You hold it together until you get to the car, and then the dam breaks, and Bruno is ushering you into your seat and murmuring soft, sweet things to you, and reaching across to do up your seatbelt as you gulp back noisy tears.

"It's alright," he's murmuring, his voice soft. "We can go to a different shop, amore - it was probably just the cut that didn't fit right, you know none of these places use proper standard sizing - ah! We could get something custom-made for you, hmm?  I know the most wonderful little tailor--"

"D-don't," you choke out. "I'm not worth it."

Bruno is sitting beside you now, preparing to engage the car, but your words make him pause and turn to you with a stern face. You feel disgusting - your face reddened from the sobbing, your eyes running, all red and puffy and disgusting. You don't know how Bruno can look at you and feel anything less than revulsion. Heaven knows sometimes you catch a glimpse of yourself in the mirror and all you can think about is how disgusting you are. How your hips curve and your arms bulge in sleeves and how round your face is. How your thighs rub together when you walk.

Bruno is so elegant in everything he does. His movements are always so fluid and precise, his face always perfectly set, his hair impeccably silky as it falls over his forehead. In another life, he could easily have been a model - even now, he wears his clothes like the most fashionable catwalk model in the whole of Milan Fashion Week. And you are simply . . . you. Oh, you never feel as though you're worthy of Bruno Buccellati even when he's kissing you.

"P-please can we go home?" You manage to choke out. You'd planned to get some light lunch and then resume your shopping; you were supposed to be looking for a dress that would match Bruno's brand new custom-tailored suit for a fancy party that Giorno was throwing. But after the third shop and six dresses that looked awful on you, two that fit in only the loosest sense of the word, and three that were nowhere near fitting, you had simply lost any energy to carry on embarrassing yourself in front of svelte lovely shop assistants and full-length mirrors.

He looks at you, his face turning impossibly soft. One hand scoops up your chin, a thumb wiping away one of the hot, fat tears rolling down your cheeks. You try in vain to jerk your head away, hating knowing that Bruno must be looking at you and seeing all of those imperfections that haunt you every day, but Bruno's grip is strong. You don't deserve him.

"Of course we can," he says, very soft. "And when we get there, will you let me talk to you?"

Panic rears in your stomach like a wild horse. Oh, it's been coming for some time, hasn't it? You ought to have known that somebody like bruno could never want to stay with you. You're moments away, you think, from Bruno ending it altogether. And though you know he will be kind and he will not tell you the truth, you will know that it's because he knows you are not worthy of him. Surely he sees photographs of you two together sometimes and he wonders where he could have gone so wrong in his life?

It's been nice, up until now, even if it was merely a fluke that meant that for a year Bruno Buccellati has been by your side and kissed you like you're the most beautiful girl in the world.

When Bruno brings the car to a stop outside your modest little home and he comes around to your side of the car to proffer you his hand to allow you to get out of the car elegantly, you don't even try and give him a watery smile. Your heart feels like it is shattering into a hundred tiny little pieces.

He leads you to the front door, your teeth digging into your bottom lip. You won't burst into tears again, you promise yourself. You won't make this embarrassing for Bruno. Any more embarrassing, at least, than it must have been for him to go to fancy mafia parties with somebody like you on his arm.

And when he leads you to a chair at the dining table and takes one next to you, his stance pleading as he leans his elbows on the table and brings his face closer to yours, you can't bear the tension, and the words come spilling out of your mouth before Bruno can say anything himself.

"It's alright," you say, "I'll pack--"

Bruno's face twists in confusion.

"I don't--"

"It's okay," you repeat, though it feels anything other than okay. Oh no. You promised yourself you wouldn't cry, but hot tears are already springing into your eyes and your voice is already cracking. "I w-won't make a scene. I understand. You're you, and I'm just . . . not good enough for you. I'm just--"

Bruno clasps your hands suddenly, and he's pressing his forehead against yours.

"The love of my life," he says, and you look into the blue eyes with a trembling lip. "You're just the love of my life."

"You don't have to lie to me," you whisper.

"I'm not," he says, and his voice is firm. You've never heard Bruno plead. He brings one of your hands up to his mouth and drops a feather-light kiss on it, not breaking the eye contact he and you are holding.

"I've never felt as connected to somebody as I feel to you, amore," he admits, and his voice is breaking a little now. "Not just in the physical sense - though, believe me when I say that I'm extremely connected to you in that way - but I feel like we are kindred spirits. You understand me. You're there for me, and lovely and kind and sweet and perfect--"

"But I'm disgusting," you say, your stomach rolling over itself in waves of nausea at yourself. "How can you bear to even look at me?"

"Looking at you is a pleasure," he says, emphasising every word with a squeeze of your hands. "Every part of you is beautiful."

"We couldn't even find a dress that looked nice on me today--"

His eyes sparkle.

"I thought you looked beautiful in everything. Though I have to admit I prefer you in nothing at all."

You squeeze your eyes shut in embarrassment, and before you know it, Bruno has dropped to his knees in front of you and is looking up at you like you're some beautiful Goddess who he is lucky to worship at the feet of.

"I don't know how to make you believe that you're beautiful to me," he breathes, "but you are. The way your eyes crinkle when you smile. The way your lips curve just so, the way your hair looks against your shoulders, the way your hips feel in my hands - oh, amore, I wouldn't trade you for the world."

"I'm sorry," you say, voice small. "For always being so needy."

"Oh," Bruno says, "I'm more than happy to shower you in the compliments you deserve, tesoro. Now. About this dress. Shall we have a good look in your wardrobe together? Will you have a little fashion show for me, hmm? And we can order a new colour of something you already like instead, si?"

Bruno gently tugs on your hands, and you rise at the same time as he does. One of his arms cradles you and pulls you into a kiss, and under Bruno's gentle gaze you allow your eyes to flutter closed and to let yourself feel safe instead of disgusting. To let that feeling of Bruno telling you how beautiful you are suffuse your body with a warm glow. When he kisses you, his mouth is soft but hungry, and when he pulls away there's clear adoration in his gaze that makes you feel like perhaps he was telling the truth.

"Si," you breathe, and Bruno smiles.

[hol-whore]

GANGSTER BOYS BEING SOFT AND DOMESTIC WITN CASUAL PHYSICAL AFFECTION IS MY KINK

MOOD???? IT’S JUST. GOOD GOOD GOOD.my nail painting sesh went AWRY (we ended strong tho!!) but the whole time i was like “hmmmmmm i sure wish abba was painting my nails and then he’d let me paint his after” and yknow then they’d get chipped while he’s doin his gang biz but does he care? no, his partner can redo them anytime he likesalso like. passing each other in the kitchen while cleaning and lightly touching the others side/shoulder? g o o d. snuggling on the couch after a long day and waiting on dinner? ALSO good. hearing him hum stuff in the shower when ya pass the bathroom? just fuck me up!!!! i love domesticity so much its unreal

[spookobat]

15, 24, 31, 69, 92, 94

15) do you think musicals are cheesy?not as a general rule, though some definitely are!!

24) what’s something most people love that you hate?ooh floral scents in perfume. i just wanna go into a perfume shop or whatever and smell like candyfloss. FUCK ROSES

31) give us one thing about you that no one knows.haz you literally sent this message and you know everything about me i’m blanking here

69) (ayyy) do you tend to like more masculine, feminine, or androgynous girls?all girls are very good honestly. i just see someone pretty and i’m Gay

92) have you ever liked a friend as more than a friend? did you tell them?haz. eventually. yes. 

94) most embarrassing thing you’ve done in front of a cute girl?everything i’ve ever done in front of haz is embarrassing stuff fgnkjbgnfkjb but the first time i met haz we both got stuck in dresses in the same tk maxx changing room so that wasnt my finest moment

[seromelo-tonin]

Tag Game

Tagged by @sugaredrosebuds Thank you sweetie, it was nice of you to tag me!💞💞

Rules: Tag 9 People You'd Like To Do This

Top 3 Ships:

1. IchiHime (Bleach)

2. Haru x Legoshi (Beastars)

3. FuShei (JJBA)

Last Song: HITS OF 2017 | Year-End Mashup [+150 Songs] (T10MO)

Last Movie: The Magnificent Seven

Reading: Yankee-kun to Megane-chan

Three Random Things That Make Me Happy

1. Plushies

2. Videos of animals and babies

3. Seeing other people happy

You don't have to if you don't wanna, but I'll tag:

@bjnurse @alwaysshoutnani @the-writing-dump-bin @dongiovannaswife @j0succ @hazbuccellati @jojosfluffyadventure @staruplatinum and @yanderejojoimagines

[wri0thesley]

Thinking about villain Nanami wanting to destress so he brings an innocent looking person home from a bar. Little does he know that you’re actually a touch starved virgin 👀👀

every day i think about villain nanami, he haunts my brain. he gets a corruption kink because ALL villains get a corruption kink whilst i’m in charge! he thinks it’s so cute that you’re trembling, but he still doesn’t want to hear you whining or see tears brimming in your pretty eyes, so be good for him and you might get a reward. hell, you might even get two - he’ll touch you like you want and you might even walk out of his apartment alive tomorrow <3

[wri0thesley]

Feeder Gojo and his short chubby gf 👀👀👀👀👀

he eats SO MANY SWEETS, he’d be amiss if he didn’t share them with you - and he’s been blessed with a good metabolism and the energy to run around constantly, which you might not have the good luck to share. if you start to get anxious about the soft coverings of your tummy and thighs, and pull away from him in bed and start saying ‘no’ to the forkfuls of cake he brings up to your mouth to share with you, his pretty eyes cloud as he tackles you underneath him

“what’s the matter, doll?” he asks you, showering your face with kisses, his big hands going to caress and squeeze your plump flesh, enjoying how soft you are underneath him. “y’know you’re the most gorgeous thing in the world to me, right?” despite how he can press imprints of his fingers into your skin, you’re still so much smaller than him - and he loves feeling like he’s protecting his soft, sweet, plump little gf-- “c’mon,” he wheedles, calling you soft sweet names like ‘sugar’ and ‘honey’ and ‘cupcake’. “lemme show you just how much i love your body--”

[seromelo-tonin]

Thank you for the tag @dongiovannaswife 💞!!

Of course there was no pomp so the next best thing is Josuke with his hair down💜💜

I'll tag @jojosfluffyadventure @j0succ @hazbuccellati @frozenzippers and @the-writing-dump-bin (You don't have to if you don't wanna!)

makes my f/o’s in picrew

https://picrew.me/image_maker/51747

ill tag some people to make their faves too!! @lostinthe-jojos​ @arikurusu2​ @spaceeballs​ @thejoestarfamilysecrettechnique​ @giogio-gucci-gangstar​ @jolynelovemail​ dont feel like u have to!

[wri0thesley]

you and the bucci/la squadra boy you have a crush on are sent on a mission together but it ends up being trap and you end up confined in a very small space where your stands won’t work.

The rest of your team are sent a ransom note and set off to fight to free the two of you.

Meanwhile you can’t stop thinking about how close you and your crush are, how your bodies keep accidentally brushing together. maybe as it turns to night the temperature drops and your crush suggests huddling together for warmth...

imagine you fall asleep together and you’re rescued but when you’re found you’re all curled up into each other and sleepy and cuddling--

and you know, if it’s VERY cold in there, it’s actually better to take off all of your clothes for body heat - so if they discover you in your underwear--

[wri0thesley]

NAT I AM THINKING ABOUT RAISING CHILDREN WITH BRUABBA AND IM !!!! THINKING ABOUT THE LADS PICKING OUT ADORABLE WOODEN TOYS AND TINY SHOES AND HAIR ACCESORIES AND PLAYING PRETEND TOGETHER. Bruno pretending to be a customer in the child’s little toy shop. Leone attending a tea party with them and their favourite stuffed animals. Baking in the kitchen and getting flour all over each other’s clothing.

OH.. DOMESTIC... SOFT. GOOD POST HAZ! everyone thinks that bruno will be a pushover and that leone will be the Bad Cop father but it’s the absolute other way around - only instead of playing bad cop bruno just plays slightly unhinged and manic cop!! also dad bruno is the king of dad jokes i don’t make the rules!

[wri0thesley]

thinking about gojo being a nightmare man and deciding to run whilst pushing my wheelchair but he hits a bump on the pavement and i accidentally fall out. Thinking about all the apology kisses (and gifts) that he would give me >:3

god he WOULD. stands at the top of a hill and is like “what if i just let go and let you roll right now”. absolutely misjudges his attempts to step on the pedals to help you up ramps and ledges. just is a menace to society

and he DOES feel bad and he WILL buy presents and maybe cry a little bit but don’t tell anyone

[wri0thesley]

Gojo has a crush on u and jokingly asks Nanami if they can share you... 👉🏻👈🏻

haz i do not have the willpower to even let myself think about this concept right now

[wri0thesley]

For the self ship ask!!

Nanami always brings you gifts when he comes home from missions. Including cute, comfy looking roomwear!

the thought of nanami ducking into a closetchild when he’s on a mission near one, getting up my dream dress list and checking through the racks very carefully . . . oh, soft.....

[wri0thesley]

If your f/os brought you a bouquet of flowers which flowers do you think they’d pick? 🥰

prosciutto brings roses because they’re classic and that’s the kind of man he is. 

gelato and sorbet forgot they wanted to bring flowers until the last minute and gelato picked the most obnoxious bouquet at the garage/service station and woe betide me if i dont act like theyre the most gorgeous things in the world.

diavolo bought fake flowers; maybe he bought a fancy glass rose. he doesn’t like the impermanence of real flowers.

and abbacchio is a big nerd and probably knows a bit about flower language; his is very carefully arranged. his bouquet says ‘i love you, but i’m scared i am not good enough’. apple blossom (i prefer you before all). red carnations (my heart aches for you). honeysuckle (devoted affection). cornflower (be gentle with me). he finds it soothing to find out what they all mean and put them together.