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a bit about big papa(me)::
hii everyone im himeyoshipie but feel free to call me himepie or whatever u come up with idc
im 19 y/o, black, and bisexual. Im just hoping to come on here to write some fanfics because I want to share my maladaptive daydreaming with the worldšø(or just tumblr)
a few thinks that I like:
music: I love the alt genre specifically swancore, post hardcore, and midwest emo. My fav band ever is modern baseball(and my favorite song is intersection by them), and a few other artists that I like are circa survive, silverstein, hail the sun, aprils love affair, isles and glaciers, cocteau twins, black box recorder, saint etienne, and very many more.
i loveeee figure skating and have been skating for about 9 years, my fav sport ever and itās such a part of who I amš„¹(everyone go watch kaori sakamotos last skate at worlds this year)
i was also in marching band in high school and played the alto sax(best section btw no debate)
my fav food is apple pie(which is very over hated) , I love kdramas(my fav is business proposal which I genuinely wonāt even get started abt bc I may never stop), my fav yaoi is tpdmatgp(for now), I highkey like gl more than bl, and my fave characters are hange(my wife), armin, abbacchio(my baby mama), anasui(whoās extremely overhated!!), ghiaccio, ermes, pakunoda, kurapika, mori senpai from ohshc, inumaki from jjk, and shinji from bleach. I love yandere fanfics(with NO noncon of any sortš¾), angst, fanfics with no smut(just hear me out), and hands(no elaboration)
anyways enough about me or weāll be here forever
writing info stuff::
honestly as I was writing this I was fixing to say that im multi fandom and list all the fandoms I like and stuff and am willing to write for but I deadazz can really only think of 2 good ones and im rlly ashamedš idk what I spend my 10 hour screen time on
anyways I will mainly write for JJBA and AOT
what I will write::
sfw, nsfw, headcannons, oneshots, character analysis, and pretty much anything else except what I wonāt write
floch(pls dont come around here with this bsš), cioccolata, hol horse, dio, diavolo/doppio, that hazemada guy from part 4, or any characters from part 7, 8, or 9 of jjba bc I havenāt read them yetš(ikik dont jump me ima get around to it I swear)
ima overall try to be rlly open to whatever might be tossed at me
alrighty that pretty much sums up everything!! now im ready for absolutely no one to see this or request anythingš
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im aliveee!! Ok so I would like to give my deepest apologies for like disappearing on yall especially to the people that requested stuff. Life really just got hectic with school and work and yk at the end of a long day im afraid I chose sleep over writing fanficsš.
So for yall who did request im sure ur long gone by now but I will still be working on those and posting them.
but for some more exciting news i will be locking back in for KINKTOBERR.
I really need so character recs because if you leave it up to me im afraid I will make every fic either Abbacchio or hangeš¬.
so please give me some character requests in the comments it can really be anyone from jjba, aot, and castlevania(the first one only sorryš)
pls I beg u guys some requests would be much appreciatedšš
Wandering around the florist, you think about what flowers to buy for each of your partners, itās your fourth year anniversary and you couldnāt think of something better than a bouquet of flowers for them. Well, fiancees, technically. Leone has very special and reserved tastes, in music, in wines, so you think that in flowers too. Heās definitely going to complain about the smell or even the color. You remember the last time you tried to buy him something, a nice bracelet that he never wears.
Bruno is an easier man, not because of his tastes (he still has a very refined taste in things), but because he likes everything to give him. You could give him a rock with your initials on it and heād cherish it forever.Ā
You need to find two different flowers that compliment each other and that your partners are going to like. Thatās a hard mission for you.Ā
You walk slowly past the buckets lined up, your fingers brushing over cool petals without really touching them. Four years already. It does not feel that long, and yet it does.
You stop at the lilies first. They stand tall and elegant, white with faint pink edges, too pure. Leone might like the shape, the way they refuse to be loud. But the scent is heavy, almost funeral-like, the thought makes your chest tighten for a second. You move on.
Next come the roses, classic and safe. Red ones for passion, the shop owner says with a smile, but you know better. Leone would roll his eyes at anything too obvious, you picture his sharp line between his brows when something does not meet his standards. Still, your mind drifts to the way he looked at you last winter, snow caught in his hair, complaining about the cold but leaning into your side anyway.Ā
You keep going. Carnations feel too common. Tulips are pretty but too bright for Leone, though Bruno would probably hold them like they were made of gold. You pause longer at the orchids, delicate and strange, Leone might appreciate that. They remind you of nights spent talking, his voice low in the dark room while Bruno listened from the other side of the bed. But orchids seem too fragile for what you want to say. You need something that lasts.
Your steps carry you to the back corner where the lavender grows in soft purple clusters. The smell is clean, it feels right for Leone somehow, reserved but honest. You can already hear him muttering about how it is not too sweet, not too much. A small smile tugs at your lips despite everything.
For Bruno you find the sunflowers, not the giant ones but the smaller, warmer kind with rich golden centers. They turn toward the light no matter what, just like him. You imagine him placing them on the table where everyone can see, touching the petals softly when he thinks no one is looking.
They do not match perfectly, the lavender and sunflowers, but they fit together in the same way your lives do. Different, yet they make the space between them feel complete. You stand there for a while longer, letting the nostalgia wash over you, the faint ache of time passing and things changing even when you wish they would not. Four years. You wonder if they feel it too.
Finally you walk up to the florist, voice steady even if your heart is not. āTwo bouquets, please. One with lavender as the main flower, maybe some white accents but nothing too strong. The other with sunflowers. Make them different but able to sit together nicely.ā
The florist nods and starts gathering stems, wrapping them with care. You watch her hands move, the paper crinkling softly. These flowers will not fix everything, but they are yours to give and that has to be enough for tonight.
The walk to the cemetery is always long and tiring for you. It stretches through the old neighborhood, past buildings that have not changed much in four years and the weight of the flowers makes your steps feel heavier than they should.
Guido and Giorno stopped coming with you every week after a few months. At first they tried, showing up with their own small offerings and quiet words, but life pulled them in other directions. You never blamed them for it, some days you even envied how they could keep moving forward without this same pull dragging them back every Sunday. But for you, the path has become a habit you cannot quite break. Your feet know every crack in the sidewalk.
You walk between the rows, the grass soft under your shoes, until you reach them. Leoneās and Brunoās tombs sit one next to the other, like they always belonged that close. The stones are still clean, the names carved deep enough to last. You set the lavender bouquet gently in front of Leoneās, careful not to crush any stems. You can almost hear his voice in your head, muttering about the color or the way the leaves stick out, but there is no real bite in it. Not anymore.
Then you place the sunflowers before Brunoās, he would have loved them, you think. He would have smiled and pulled you down to sit between them for a while, talking about nothing important. The air feels thicker here, filled with all the things left unsaid. Four years. It still surprises you sometimes, how time can stretch and shrink at once, leaving you standing in the same spot with flowers in your hands.
You stay there longer than you planned, the breeze moving softly through the petals, carrying memories that feel both close and far away.
can you do nsfw for bruno bucciarati with a fem! reader on their wedding anniversary or honeymoon? Kinda giving breeding kink too, like where they finally work on having that family him and reader always wanted?
FINALLY DONE!! I would like to sincerely apologize I have genuinely no clue why it took me so long to write thisš I hope you like it regardless I worked very hard<3
Bruno Bucciarati x reader on their honeymoon
wc : 2,098
*nsfw warning!! mdni
A refreshingly cool breeze kisses your face as your lover opens the door to your hotel room, marking your nightās supposed end. You and your husband, Bruno, had filled your evening with exploration of the busy streets of Rio de Janeiro, and enjoyed shopping and indulgence in the local cuisine on your honeymoon. After a long but pleasurable night, you both were ready to detach from the bustle of the public and settle into a more intimate space between just the two of you. You slither out of your heels as your lover frees your hands of any prior occupants.
āThe nightlife here is beautiful, I don't think I could ever get sick of it.ā You share as Bruno pulls you into a sweet embrace.
With a smile and a peck to the cheek, he responds, āDon't worry, youāll be able to enjoy it as long as we are here, tesoro.ā
Giggling softly, you release him and make your way to the bathroom to run a bath, craving a cleanse of the thick, hot city air. Moments later, you emerge from the bathroom, in notably less clothing.
āJoin me?ā you ask Bruno. āItās cold in here without you.ā
His eyes cannot help but appreciate you as you stand before him, now without the barrier of a dress, in your mismatched lace bra and panties. In that moment, his heart throbbed in wonder at how he ever came to be so lucky as to have the privilege of being able to call you his wife.
āOf course, my love,ā he replies, standing to rid himself of his clothing and join you.
You step into the tub, followed by your spouse, and you both arrange your bodies opposite each other. You melt into the blanket of warm, soapy moisture, sliding your feet past Brunoās hips and straddling him. His breath hitches slightly as he basks in the beauty of your relaxed state, soon following suit.
You open your eyes to be greeted by the sight of your husband, raw and unguarded, for your eyes only. His beauty in this moment fills your body with desire in many ways. You long to be close to him, so much so that you hope to find a way to live under his skināwithin his soul. Your stare is soon reciprocated, as Bruno opens his eyes with a look that tells you in this moment your thoughts are one.
Simultaneously, you both sit up and softly but eagerly press your lips into each other, as if they were magnetic. The feeling of your pillows of love tenderly caressing evokes a heat under your face, a heat that rapidly spreads much lower. In desperation, your hands travel up the manās body and settle at the corner of his jaw. Bruno requites your need, hands eagerly fondling your flesh.
The kiss deepens, and a surge of sensations follows. The throb in between your legs is fueled by your loverās sweet but ruthless caress. The way his mind seems capable of allowing him to keep you right on edge with his touch while pushing you over it with his tongue puzzles you, as your own mental function is melting like ice above the fire of your arousal. Sloshing of water and your own pants and whimpers are the last thing you hear before your passion is interrupted. Cupping your face, Bruno suddenly forces your lips apart.
Following the flustered look on your face from the lack of his warmth against you, he whispers, āShould we move this to the bed, amore?ā
You reply with a nod that was much more eager than you could help, and with that, he stands, you following. He steps out of the tub and scoops you out of it, carrying you to the bed. Your lonely lips make the walk feel more like a ceaseless journey. At last, he drops you on the bed, immediately resuming your kiss. The crash was fiercerāyour lips fought like they hated each other, while your hands wandered like they couldnāt get enough.
Yours, weaving through his sapphire locks and studying every feature of his nape. His right cupping your cheek, thumb tracing grounding circles on your flesh, while his left kneads your breast, fingers capturing and massaging your nipple. You couldnāt help your hipsā rut at the stimulation, their desperate grind against the air.
Grabbing Brunoās hand and guiding it to your heat, you plead, āPlease, I need you.ā
With a smirk, Bruno momentarily satisfies your request. He slowly glides a finger through your slick, just barely reaching your aching clit before pulling away. You release a needier moan than you could have helped, the thirst of your flesh not yet being quenched overwhelming you. Following this tease, he begins his descent.
First, stopping at your collarbone, his warm, wet tongue almost feels cold as it sucks and drags against your burning hot skin. Your hands seek a distraction in the sheets as he continues trailing down your body, leaving marks every stop along the way. He stops just above your slit before looking up at you with eyes that couldnāt hide his arousal even if they tried.
After what felt like an eternity, his tongue finally finds its way to your cunt, immediately targeting your swollen clit with an eager stroke. His mouth salivates at your taste, breath hitching in an attempt to restrain himself and focus on your pleasure. Your body responds instantly to the long-desired stimulation on your pussy, hips jerking and back arching uncontrollably. Eyebrows knitting, you cry out as your lover laps at your clit ardently. Brunoās hands massage your inner thighs, inching closer and closer to the action. Your hand makes its way to your mouth in a subconscious effort to conceal your needy moans and maintain your dignity.
Your lover does not entertain your efforts, pulling back momentarily and grabbing your arm, he says, āLet me hear your lovely voice. Don't hold back, tesoro.ā
With no hand preventing it, a flood of pants and whimpers spills from your pretty mouth. This overwhelming satisfaction of receiving what your pussy has been aching for after what felt like hours leaves you feeling ready to cum almost instantly. It takes every fiber in your body to keep your thighs from crushing your lover and drowning him in your release.
Bruno continues devouring you, drunk on your taste, unable to pull away. He doesnāt escape from the ruthless throbs of desire, his cock swollen and leaking. Unable to stop himself, his hips begin to rut against the bed, attempting to smother the fire in his stomach.
The grunts and groans of your lover on your cunt send jolts of electricity through your core. You feel the knot in your stomach grow bigger and bigger as Bruno continues his assault on your clit, his middle and ring fingers finding their way to your pulsating hole. As he pushes inside, you feel your release bubble up almost faster than you can process. With each curl of his long, slender fingers, your breath quickens, moans climbing in volume following the buildup in your core. Tears rush from your eyes as your release slowly tips over the edge, until it suddenly stops. You look down through your cloudy vision at your lover, who has stopped all movement.
āYou can hold on a bit longer for me, right mia cara?ā
He rises and meets your flushed and sweaty face, giving you a quick peck before putting the fingers previously fucking you in your mouth. You moan at the taste of yourself and the feeling of his long, soft fingers barely grazing your uvula as you suck them clean.
His free hand spreads your legs, and he positions himself between them, his cock resting on your inner thigh. He pulls his fingers from your wet mouth and leans down for another kiss. Your interrupted orgasm left your pussy aching harder than before. Desperate for any sort of stimulation, you begin to grind your hips, hoping to catch Brunoās length that rests mere inches away from your pulsing hole. Feeling this, with a groan, Bruno takes your signal and pulls away from your lips.
āAre you ready?ā he asks, rubbing his tip across your slit and smearing his pre cum against your arousal.
āYes,ā you breathe out, āplease, put it in.ā
He slowly pushes his length into you, eyes fluttering shut as he groans at the feeling of your soft, wet walls pulsing around him. Your hips twitch as a needy moan rips from your throat. Tears well in your eyes from the pleasure spreading through your body. Brunoās climax builds fast, his hips thrusting almost automatically. His breaths come out as hungry groans that get higher with each thrust, as the sensations from your wet cunt take over his mind and body. He leans down into your neck, panting into your feverish skin as his tongue lazily licks and twirls on your collarbone.
āYou feel so good, tesoro,ā Bruno murmurs into your ear, sending shivers down your spine.
āKeep going. Fuck, Iām so close,ā you whine as his cock pounds your sweet spot, pushing you closer and closer to the edge.
Your hips twitch as your climax begins to tip with each thrust. You could tell your lover felt the same as his hipsā brutal rhythm begins to falter. Sensing him about to retreat, you lock your legs around his waist, not wanting the pleasure to end.
āPlease, don't pull out,ā you plead, ājust keep fucking me.ā
Those words were the final push for both of you. Your head falls back as your orgasm rips through you mercilessly, a string of euphoric moans falling from your lips. Brunoās hands leave a deep print in your thigh as he uses it to brace himself as he cums deep inside you, hips twitching with each spurt of his release.
You wish you could paint his face in this moment so you could never forget it, the way his eyebrows curl and his pretty eyes shut in his pleasure, pleasure thatĀ youĀ caused. As Bruno comes down from his bliss, he too appreciates your beauty in the moment. The way your chest heaves, littered with his marks of love. And how you look at him with pure contentment, your beautiful face telling him that you will never want anything or anyone other than him.
He leans down and gives you as tender a kiss as both his breath and yours allow before lying down beside you, head just barely resting on your chest, and giving you both a moment to recollect. You subconsciously run your hand along his spine in a way that he feels might put him to sleep. As you both melt into each otherās embrace, Bruno replays the night in his head and realizes something that he doesnāt think he can sleep on.
With this, he breaks the silence.
āDarling?ā
āHmm?ā
He sits up and turns to face you, āIs it alright that I didnāt pull out? I thought you had your birth control removed.ā
āWellā¦ I did, but itās okay. I think whatever happens, happens. As long as weāre here together,ā you respond with a soft smile.
These words surprise your lover. As delighted as he is to hear this, heās almost uncertain, like he isnāt sure if you two are on the same wavelength.
āEven if you get pregnant? I mean, it would kill me if I caused something you didnāt desire, my love.ā
You almost giggle at his concern. His caring nature shining through makes your heart throb.
āBaby, there is nothing in the world that I desire more than to be with you, and to have your kids and start a family is truly a dream. I really mean it when I say I want nothing but you and your happiness, Bruno.ā
The love in the air is thick and covers your two bodies, tangled in each other and basking in the affection. Your confession fills Brunoās body with a feeling only you could ever make him feel. In this moment, he realizes he has all he could ever ask for. His being blessed enough to have a beautiful wife who wants nothing but his love and wants a family just as much as he does is something he will never take for granted.
Bruno pulls you in for a hug and showers you in kisses, the smallest representation of his feelings he could ever display. You bask in his embrace, and you two drift asleep, tangled in each other and blanketed by your love.
could you tell this was lowkey the first fic Iāve ever writtenš(donāt answer that) anyways I just hope you guys like it more than I doš
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okokok so basically I just wanted to come and ask everyone who requested something to please be patient with me because Iāve come to discover that I am very slow at writingš(im still on my first request out of like a lotš¬)
that being said ty for requesting and I promise ima have some fic writing marathons and get things going as fast as I can!!
ill try to take no longer than a week to complete your request
very big fan of character lying broken and beaten on the floor, barely able to move, and getting one last kick to the ribs. and all they can do is flinch and whimper in pain š«¶
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