Sunshine Aromantic

rb if you’re done with allo bs

PLEASE talk about Congo, Haiti, and Sudan, with the same fervor you give Palestine. PLEASE care about black struggle and suffering.

it’s important to take a break and eat; something that bruno doesn’t do often, unless it’s (name)’s pussy)

BON APPETIT (BRUNO BUCCIARATI)

✐ AUTHOR’S NOTES: throw back to another old drabble i did last year.

WORD COUNT: 868

TW: afab!reader, ftm!reader, pussy-eating, pet names, switch!reader, mentions of creaming

Being with Bruno was interesting. He was a gentle lover (unless something had pissed him off, and his poor lover's pussy would be the one taking the beating) and praised (Name) daily, continually showering him with praise. His favorite way of honoring his precious dove was sexual; it was a treat for both him and his dove as he got to indulge in his beautiful cries of sheer bliss while his legs trembled for the electricity that coursed through his veins.

Like now, for example.

(Name) whimpered pathetically, biting down on his knuckle as he felt the tip of Bruno's hot tongue flicked against his aching clitoris, legs trembled as he sucked on the sopping folds; his fingers entangled in his unruly hair as he ate (Name) like a man starved, suckling on his glistening pussy. "B-Bruno," he choked out, tears flooding his burning eyes as his lover responded with a simple hum, looking up at (Name) while continuing to eat him out. "I told you—fuuuuck—that you need to eat real food—oh shit; I'm not food, goddamn it," (Name) gasped, arching his back, eyes blown wide while the taller male squeezed his thighs, dipping his tongue back into his dripping pussy, savoring the taste of his syrups on his tongue.

God, he was starving for his little dove; his chest surged whenever he heard his pretty dove warble for him. Those beautiful noises that escaped (Name)’s throat were all caused by him, and he beamed with pride.

"Please, shut up and let me eat," Bruno mumbled, kissing (Name)'s inner thighs. He was always gentle, always kind when it came to sex, but today, Bruno was needy and desperate to taste (Name). His tongue dipped between his pussy lips, caressing his sensitive clitoris, and drinking in his sweet moans. "Good boy," he praised, prodding (Name)'s pussy with his two fingers, spreading apart the lips, and blew a gentle stream.

(Name) squealed, his toes curling as he gripped the headrest, letting his head fall back with his mouth gaped open. "Bruno, please!" (Name) mewled, his body shaking from pure euphoria, skin burning—everything burned, but it felt so fucking right; heat simmered underneath his flesh, and white spots danced in her blurred vision. His body was glossed in a thin sheen of sweat, breathing heavily as Bruno ate him out; he whimpered pitifully, looking down at his blue-haired lover, rocking his hips back and forth. "Hn, lemme cum already, goddamn it," he hissed, clenching his teeth.

"I thought you wanted me to eat some real food?" Bruno taunted with a wink, spreading (Name)’s legs apart. He could see the anger and desire burning in (Name)’s eyes; it made him smirk against his rigid clitoris, feeling him adjust his body weight and feel his pussy smother his face. His dove had guts; he would admit, feeling him seat herself on his face, rocking his hips back and forth with he kept a firm grip on his hair.

He sang again, moaning out his name, his words slurred together as he rode Bruno’s tongue. "Oh, fuck yes! Your tongue feels so good on my pussy, Bruno. Fuck me with your tongue some more like a good boy," (Name) crooned, wetting his bottom lip with he moaned, holding (Name)’s hips, squeezing until his nails pressed into his flesh.

A good boy (Name) called him; shit, he almost came from that nickname alone. (Name)’s sudden burst of dominance, the pain that tingled his scalp, and the praising were making Bruno a mess as he rode his face with vigor, suckling and tongue fucking his pretty pussy. "Yeaaah," his dove crooned, slurring his words while aggressively rocking his hips, rutting against his tongue desperately, chasing after his orgasm. "You like that? Me sitting on your face while you fuck me with your tongue, don't you?" He sang; (Name)’s chest rising and falling, licking his bottom lip.

His warbling made Bruno moan against his throbbing clitoris, the vibration spreading across his pussy. (Name) panted, a white-hot pleasure searing his body while his eyes fluttered, his eyes rolling to the back of his head while he came on Bruno's tongue with a cry, continuing his fast pace on his tongue.

Bruno’s tongue savored the taste of his pussy, fingers digging into his hips as he greedily ate him out, groaning as he sang for him; such a good dove and good pets deserved rewards. (Name) stopped his pace, his breathing heavily as he rode out his orgasm, still sitting on Bruno's face. "Good boy," he panted, lifting himself off his face, and stroked his cheek, smiling at his reddened face, curling up against his body.

"Never thought my dove had a dominate side," he teased, sitting up to wipe his damp face.

"I don't. I was just in the mood and you were being an asshole," he retorted.

"Don't make me fuck you, dove. You're probably tired from your orgasm; it felt good, creaming on my face, didn't it?" Bruno teased, biting his exposed shoulder, tracing the curve of his spine, feeling his dove shiver under his touch.

He let his head fall back, moaning, "Yeah, it felt good, and I'll do it again."

This mother has lost all of her children at once by Israeli air strikes. She refuses to wash her hands when people tell her to because she doesn't want to lose the last real thing she has left of them.

"My kids are gone. My kids are gone, people. God take care of them please, I can't bear this anymore." Then at the end she asks if all of their bodies have been brought to the hospital, she says: "Did they bring mohammed? Where is he?"

How does a person just go on after this? Demand a ceasefire now. Don't stay silent, reblog amd repost and do everything you can to make this genocide stop!

going out of your way to search up [insert character] ANGST and all you get is smut

Ao3 writers are the strongest Avengers