#idk what im doing forgive me

[xxplastic-cubexx]

what kind of underwear do you think Erik and Charles wear (i'm not asking this to see them half naked) ((please believe me)) (((PLEASE)))

My Personal Belief is charles is a briefs guy while erik's a trunks guy. trunks/briefs kinda couple because i can

and idk just a lil bonus or somethin. as i do.

[wackypomko]

god forgive my sins

[ahaura]

Bernie Sanders finally made a statement, on Nov. 4, calling for a "pause" in the bombing. People in the replies are saying "better late than never!" and I don't even know where to start.

The genocide has been going on for almost a month. Over 9,000 men, women, and children have been murdered. Thousands more have been wounded. Members of press and healthcare and their families have been deliberately targeted and assassinated. Israel has been murdering civilians en masse with impunity for weeks, both lying about it and blatantly admitting to it. 100+ Palestinians have been murdered in the West Bank due to settler terrorism backed by the Israeli army.

In an interview, Dr. Ofer Cassif, the Knesset member who was suspended for calling for an end to Israeli violence against Palestinians, revealed that he'd reached out to Bernie months prior to Oct. 7th because of the pogroms being carried out by Israelis against Palestinians which he said would result with an "explosion [of violence]", but received no response.

what the fuck do you mean "better late than never". what the fuck do you mean? the genocide is still ongoing, and, just like Blinken, Biden, and every complicit ghoul, he's calling for a pause. not a ceasefire. a ceasefire is just the start of what needs to happen. but he hasn't even called for that.

"better late than never" what gives you the fucking right to say that? tell that to the 10,000 people who the U.S. and its allies allowed Israel to murder. tell that to the thousands of wounded. tell that to the thousands who have been displaced. tell that to the people of Gaza who have been without food, water, and fuel for WEEKS. tell that to the Palestinians in the West Bank who are being murdered at the hands of settler terrorists. tell that to the Palestinians who were abducted and tortured and released with blue bands around their ankles. tell that to the Palestinians in occupied Palestine who can't reach their families and friends. tell that to Palestinians in diaspora who have seen their families, their friends, their people slaughtered with the full backing and support of the vast majority of western governments and media.

"better late than never" no, it's not good enough. IT'S NOT. there are SO many people around the world - both citizens and members of government - who recognized the injustice for what it was the DAY the bombing started. we owe the Palestinian people so much more than that. "better late than never" the ONLY thing that could POSSIBLY begin to even "make up" for the horrors and injustices inflicted upon the Palestinian people for almost a century is to end the genocide, end the occupation, end the apartheid, end settler colonialism, and dismantle the colonial state. Palestinians deserve NO LESS than total emancipation. Complete liberation. until then, it is not and will never be enough.

[narcissarina]

“An age-old vendetta between two powerful families erupts into bloodshed. A group of masked Kennedy’s risk further conflict by gatecrashing a Capulet party. A young lovesick Romeo!Leon falls instantly in love with Juliet!Reader, who is due to marry her father’s choice.”

— Romeo and Juliet AU

Romeo!Leon, a type of person who'd refuse such risk, such as crashing the Capulets feast. A feast to introduce their one and only daughter, Juliet!reader, but the temptation and thrill got the best of him. He'll join in, but! It was also to be sure that his friends won't make an utter fool of themselves at the feast.

Romeo!Leon, who got into his disguise with his friends, finally got inside the feast as he got seperated from his friends. People dancing along the melody of the music, panic somehow sets in to Leon as he could not find his friends within the party—causing him to bump his back to yours.

Romeo!Leon, whose eyes sparked when he set his eyes to you, like a chanted love curse. He was mesmerized and hypnotized by your sore beauty, he even forgot to breathe when you ask him if he's doing alright and that he might've stopped breathing.

Juliet!reader, where you finally have come to age and have your family plan a feast to officially introduce you as the Capulets only daughter that has finally had come to age.

Juliet!reader, whose parents aren't that strict and cared for your happiness and wishes. But news flashes to you when you found out that your parents had arranged your marriage with somebody whom you do not love, nor wish not to love.

Juliet!reader, who's in a panic and had the urge to ran away—away from the feast, away to anyone at all! Where you are wearing your red elegant dress, where the time strikes to finally have you introduce to the people.

Juliet!reader, who's in the run and hide bump to a “guest” and immediately apologizing to them as you finally set your eyes to him. Eyes sparks as if it was love at first sight, he too probably feel the same, right?

“sir?” you called, his eyes fixated to yours—his blue eyes could be described as the color of the midwinter sky. He was lost for words, he was mesmerized and got lost by your beauty. How perfect your eyes is and how melodic your voice is—as if he heard an angel call out to him.

“y-yes?” he stammer, fixing his composure and clearing his throat—his voice sounded kind and sweet. He could finally breathe as he hold his breath when he was so lost by admiring you up close. Despite the mask, you could tell that he's handsome, the way the corner of his lips tug a sweet smile as he greeted you with a bow.

Before the two could greet one another, your nurse called for you—desperate to find you and bring you to your parents to finally have you introduce, as such—seeing such scene. Your nurse was surprised, it was sweet but she does not recognize the man nor is he from the Capulets. Hence in a hurry, she escorted the two to the main hall to feast and join the dance.

Guests dancing, cheering and laughing, chattering then silence came along. You leaving the mysterious boy alone as you come up the stairs to your parents, a formal and welcoming greeting as the Capulets finally introduced you to everybody in the feast. They cheer and clap, but he on the other hand—was still lost by your beauty.

He fell inlove, it was love at first sight.

Absurd as it is, but it was the truth. Y/n, your name runs through his heart and thoughts. As the loud yell and chatter and claps faded from his hearing, as if the world had faded and thought that it was only you and him. Nothing more.

The only daughter of the Capulet, you, came down the stairs and walk towards the boy. No one utter a word, only the eyes could tell. The feelings were mutual, as the two of you really did fell inlove at first sight, “Leon.” He said, introducing himself, “so, you were y/n. You are a beauty, I couldn't help but feel captivated by you.” You smiled at his compliment.

The two dance, he offered first as you took his hand then guided you to the dance floor and gracefully dance along the soothing music. As each step you take, he follows—his eyes never leaving yours as he was memorizing every features of your beautiful being and his hand rest to the back of your waist, leans in to kiss you but soon rather interrupted when his two idiotic friends tried causing a ruckus.

He was exposed.

He wasn't from here, he wasn't from the Capulet, but your heart speaks his name as he flee from the feast and gave you a quick peck from the cheek as he yell, “I'll come back for you, my princess.”

Romeo!Leon, who finally made his escape from the feast with his idiotic friends who caught him in the act with the Capulets only daughter. They tease him and acted out what they saw Leon do to you; hands on waist, slow dancing, and even leaning in for a kiss.

Romeo!Leon, who left his friends and gone off to bed but couldn't sleep when you linger through his mind. Preventing him to sleep as he recalls the way you smile and look at him with those pretty eyes. He could only smile and giggle at himself like a lovesick idiot.

Romeo!Leon, who snuck out from his room to go see you as you were out in a daze from your window. Smiling and giggling to yourself, as you repeat his name like a love spell.

Juliet!reader, who was caught in the act with the boy who wasn't from the Capulet side, you were brought back to somewhere private to have a matter of discussion with your parents.

Juliet!reader, whose parents finally broke the news to you that you got engaged to a marrage that you do not want, and to a man that you never loved. The man who will never be Leon, as your mind, heart and soul speaks his name.

Juliet!reader, who was upset and cried in front of your parents. Demanding nicely to call off the wedding, she doesn't want to marry someone who isn't Leon. You do not care if he wasn't from the Capulet side, your hearts speak to him. You need him, and he'll be the only boy or man that you will marry, and if your parents can't give you that. Worse things might happen as you take love and marriage seriously.

Leon saw you in a daze from your window, your expression speaks different emotions as it shifts to annoyed to happy to something you're pouting about and to something that makes your toes curl.

“y/n!” He yelled as it snaps you back to reality, you turn your head and smiled down at him, “Leon!” your tone so loving and sweet, he wants to climb up and kiss you here and there. And maybe do more.

Time pass as the two chatter and share their good times to one another, you were lost with your ramblings and never notice that Leon was finally behind you.

“And my parents set me up to a wedding that I do not want, making me marry to a man that my heart does not speak of.” You huff a pout as a hand embraced you from behind, his nose against the crook of your neck. He tilts up as his lips were next to your ear, “That's horrible, who does your heart speak of?” he asked.

“You.” you utter as heat rose from your cheek, you receive a charming chuckle from him. “Do not laugh at my situation, Leon!” you pouted, “aren't you a little concern that I will not be marrying you if that happens?” you added, turning your head to the side to look away from him.

“Then..” he turns you around to face him, your eyes close and focus to the side as his forehead press against yours, “I'll steal you away from your wedding.” he added, chuckling at his own joke.

“But in all seriousness, I want you to be mine as much as your heart wants me.” he leans and kiss your forehead, “Let's get married tomorrow..?” he propose the idea, you turn to him—hands on his chest as both of your bodies were pressed to one another.

“Talk about short engagement, but..” your fingers tracing circles over his chest, “I would love that...”

Leon pulls you even closer, eyes only focus to yours as his hand cups and caress your cheek—finally leaning in slowly to press his lips against the softness of your own.

“Parting is such sweet sorrow that I shall say goodnight till it be morrow.” — Romeo and Juliet, Act 2 scene 2.

Juliet!reader, whose parents seek your presence to have another discussion with you as they realize their mistake in making this arranged engagement, wanting to confront you about the incident with the boy who snuck in the feast just yesterday.

Juliet!reader, who's anxious and nervous why your parents had called for you. Had you seated infront of them as silence followed.

Juliet!reader, who got understanding parents finally reasoned to you and will find a way to call off the engagement as they asked you a question regarding your feelings to the boy from the other side.

“We may just have met yesterday from the feast, but...” you utter, a smile on your face as Leon was always in your mind. “I know that he is the man for me, mother.. Father.” Both of your parent look at each other, sighing—not because of disappointment, but rather a defeat sigh.

“I will have the marriage cancel. I'll try my best, sweetheart.” Your father smiles, stands up and caress your cheek and brush back a strand of your hair as he left the room. Completely stunned as you are, you turn to your mother.

She only smiled and sat beside you as she took your hand to hers, “may this marriage bring you happiness and desires.” she said and caress her thumb to the back of your hand.

Speechless as you are, whether this is real or not—but all you knew that they acknowledged your love for Leon and how your eyes sparks when marriage with him was brought up.

Telling the news to him might will be a greatest surprise.

Romeo!Leon, who was careful and try to keep himself low and not get spotted as he wanted to visit the love of his life.

Romeo!Leon, whose mind wanders when he tried to see you again by the window, but soon got caught by a member of the Capulet.

Romeo!Leon, who was confused when your own father came looking for him specifically. Shock came after when your father asked him what he felt for you, even if it was just love at first sight.

“Her beauty captivated me, her eyes mesmerized me as it made me lost time—as if I was hypnotized, making me frozen like a statue. But to my surprise, my heart skips a beat, the world faded from my ears so that her voice will be the one that only I... could hear.” Leon confessed with a smile, it was sweet and genuine. Your father knew from that moment that he wasn't like any other Kennedy he had ever met.

The way he had described you; from your looks, your voice, your eyes—even how you took effect on him. How he melts under your touch, it may be just love at first sight. But the more your father hears Leon talk genuinely about you, how his tone of voice was filled with love...

Your father knew, that he may be the one.

“I'm deeply sorry if we crashed your party, sir. But..” he chuckles to himself, his cheeks warming. “If it wasn't for them, I wouldn't have met your daughter.”

Your father took in his words, smiles planted on to his face as he nodded. Your father puts his hand to Leons shoulder and welcome him in the Capulet resident, and of course.

Away from you, away from everybody as the two discussed how your marriage with Leon would be. Your father wants it to be perfect, it has to. But the most important thing is; that you are happy.

It was unexpected, really.

Already standing right at the door, bouquet of roses in your hands and veil covering up your face but can still be seen. How long your wedding gown is as the door finally flew open as you were greeted with the light and people standing up to clap.

Both sides of the family attended, some are either crying, cheering, chattering and even having a breakdown.

Making peace between the Capulet and Kennedys wasn't that easy, Leon had to reason with his family on how this kind of idiotic bickering can stop and be finally at peace.

No war, just love and friendship between the two powerful families.

You took a step whilst taking a deep breath as you slowly walk up to the aisle, the loud chattering toned down as music finally plays.

Oh, Leon.

How he watch you walk up to the aisle with a smile on your face, how beautiful and elegant you are with your wedding dress. How you were finally walking up to him in the aisle.

He wanted to shed a tear, oh yes he do.

He's a softie after all, but crying can wait when he finally said his vow.

You took his hand as the two of you stood beside to one another, you can tell that he was taking a glance at you. He couldn't ask for more, he couldn't wait—he could stare at you all day and tell you endless of times how lucky he was and that he'll do anything, and... that he loves you the moment he laid his eyes upon you.

“I, Leon Kennedy, promise to love you not just because of your beauty but also your being. I will cherish and treasure you whole.

I swear to be always by your side and protect you with all of my being, even when we may come across conflict nor when the world is against us or our love.

Y/n, the moment I laid my eyes upon you. I was stoned—I was lost in your eyes, I feel like that the world around me has faded.”

Leon took a breather for a moment before continuing.

“If it were not for my idiotic friends request that we ‘crash’ the party, I wouldn't have met you.

You were the unexpected experience that I'll ever have. Now, your eyes, your lips, and your voice. How I almost lost myself when you speak, how I melt to your touch when your fingers traces against my skin.”

Tears were already forming in his eyes, he chuckles and apologize to the audience—which was also sobbing and chuckling.

“y/n Capulet, I love you. Beyond the moon and back, to where we reach and catch a shining star. You were... everything. And I hope, that together, we'll stay.”

His vow reach to an end as he puts the ring to your ring ringer, he cups your cheek as his eyes never leaving yours—knowing fully that he means his words.

You sniffle with a smile, took his hands to yours as you spoke your vow.

You mean every words, every sentences and everything that you speak of. He was the book that you were thankful that you've read, and you were the poem that he took time to memorize and harmonize like a poet.

Taking the ring and pushing it to his ring finger as you ended your vow, your eyes never leaving his too—to let him know that you, too, mean every word you spoke of to him.

“And now, I pronounce you as husband and wife. You may now kiss the bride!”

Cheers roar along with the delighted claps, he has his hands on your waist as he delicately pulls you in for that sweet kiss that he's been eager to get.

A wedding kiss.

A special moment as he finally shed a tear, he would stop time if he would, right in this moment.

But moving forward and facing the future as a newlywed couple was much better in the back of his mind.

A wonderful experience, and a wonderful story.

A poem and the poet, to be the love of someones story.

A happily ever after.

I would run away with you, when the world turn their back on ours.

I'll love you forever, from the moon and back.

— unknown

[oakbuggy]

okay so im a perfectionist

imma go lie down now, goodnight

pseudo-sequel to this post ???

[nebulanightsky]

Is it just me or arthur looks way more surperior than ds dream

Arthur von licht by onebizarrekai

[ganondoodle]

said this on tiwtter too but im seriously at my limit, people go and be all like "oh my god young people have no idea of basic internet security omggggg" and the same person will immediately make an account on t/hreads that is stealing so much data from you its basically one step away from straight up kidnapping

i get we are all desperate, i really do, but i WILL judge you if you go and sign up for the literally shittiest app on earth thats really just a flimsy disguise of a bunch of data suckers in a trench coat

use tumblr, cohost, pillowfort, (the latter two also allow nsfw) ANYTHING but that suckerberg leech i am BEGGING you

idk how accurate it is but i saw the numbers of 75 MILLION sign ups for the threads bs, what the hell are you doing, i feel like im in one of those old anti technology comics were young people just walk off a cliff en masse bc they only look at their phone and nothing else while im the old guy in a chair watching them do it

[sometimeswritingsometimesdying]

i've had a vision of aiden and black magic by little mix and now i'm knee deep in a modern magic au where aiden sells cheesy love potions by being hot (it's a scam)

[lemongogo]

why do i love the conflict more than anything else . the misery . the incompatibility that spreads like oil slick . wanting so desperately for resolution that never comes . hmmm

[moldy-flowers]

The interesting experience of being pro Sasuke, anti konoha, pro tobirama, anti Naruto ending, pro Sasusaku, anti Itachi, pro Sakura, anti SasuNaru, pro Tobirama×Izuna, anti Madara, pro karin, anti Orochimaru, pro Uchiha and anti Hashirama. And also as much as I hate the guy danzo was kind of hot when he was younger...

[xxplastic-cubexx]

hey guys! just dropped him to say that charles xavier is a screamer in bed wait what who said that omg!!!

obligatory mention of charles xavier's soundproofed walls is Obligatory

[asteronomical]

RTRN Vampire AU Snippet

Ratio sinks his teeth in.

He can feel the way Aventurine’s breath gets caught in his throat, the way he swallows thickly past the fangs digging into the junction between his neck and collarbone. He can feel the way Aventurine’s heart races from where their chests press against each other, the way his blood vessels thrum under the gentle press of his lips.

Blood oozes out of the pinprick wound, spilling onto his waiting tongue. With it, comes the telltale scent of copper in the air; it always marks the beginnings of a feast. And yet, Ratio is no gluttonous fool. He partakes in moderation, practices self-control, and pays mind to his limits. However, he falters at the taste.

For the first time in a long while, he wants to indulge.

Immediately, Ratio pulls back and puts some distance between them. A rivulet of red trickles out of the wound, down Aventurine’s exposed torso. He wants nothing more than to lick it back up, to trail a path of kisses up the heated flesh and drink straight from the source. It was like honey. It was sweet, and sugary, and saccharine.

It was tempting.

It was no less than divine. He is no god, and he cares not for their affairs. And yet, he could liken Aventurine’s body to delectable ambrosia, and his blood to syrupy nectar. Would he really be so much of a demon if this is what pulls at the strings of his restraint?

Aventurine’s pretty eyelashes flutter open, and he looks up at him with dazed eyes. “Hah… What’s stopping you, doctor?”

Ratio stumbles over his words for just a moment. “I… fear I may not be able to control myself.”

“Then don’t.”

“I can’t just take all your blood.”

“It’s yours to take.” Aventurine holds onto his shoulders, pulling him closer and whispering into his ear. “I’m yours to take.”

And perhaps, that is both permission and forgiveness all in one.

Ratio sinks his teeth in once again. This time, he devours.

[brunosbambina]

Amore in Bora Bora

You and Bruno take a tropical honeymoon and things get spicy.

❥Labels & Warnings: 18+

Smut, Fluff, Romance, Vacation, Honeymoon, Established Relationship, Husband Bruno Buccellati, Dirty talk, Vaginal sex, Oral sex, Teasing, Creampie.

Bruno and you had just got married and were going on your honeymoon. To your surprise, you had no idea where you were headed to. He remembers you once saying excitedly that, you wanted to go somewhere “tropical” and stay at those “over the water bungalows!” He thought you were so cute when you got excited about something. So he decided to surprise you with just that. He even went a step further with getting a private beach along with a private bungalow so it was just the two of you. Since he didn’t tell you where you were both going, he told you to pack summer clothes. Bruno kept shushing you whenever you’d ask for hints on where you two were headed. You felt a little anxious if you were being honest. But knowing how Bruno is, you couldn’t help but be curious and excited.

Once you arrived, you gasped in awe realizing where you were at. To be spending time with your lover in such a beautiful place made it all the more special. You felt so loved by him remembering something you had said so long ago. He never disappointed you with how sweet he was. He truly was an amazing husband...wait, husband? You’re going to have to get used to that, you thought.

You gasped at your bungalow when you got in. The ceilings were high, it was an open floor plan, everything looked very cozy and romantic.

Bruno furrowed when he noticed you were slightly panicking as you were unpacking your suitcase.

Bruno padded over to you “Amore, what's wrong?”

You looked at him and said quietly, “I..I didn’t bring a swimsuit..” He smirked at you and leaned down to kiss you adoringly. “I know and that's why I got this for you.”

He walks over to his suitcase and pulls out a red string bikini, with the smuggest look he can muster. You blush immediately, seeing how little fabric it had to cover you with. You walk over to him and hold the bikini out, slightly hesitant, saying, “Bruno..this will barely cover me...I might as well be naked.” His smile gets even wider and whispers into your ear

“That's the point, bella. You’ll look good enough to eat.”

You blush an even deeper shade of red and say, “Only for you, Bruno” with a reluctant smile.

You were about to leave to unpack the rest of your suitcase until Bruno grabs your wrist and leans down to your eye level and says, with a low voice, “You’re going to look absolutely perfect in it…I’m already getting hard just thinking about you, amore.”

Whimpering out, you get out of his hold and playfully run away because you’re too flustered to keep eye contact after his dirty talk. Bruno chuckles at your shyness.

You both continue unpacking and having a relaxing time.

A little while later when the sun wasn’t beaming onto the sand, when the sky was starting to show its pretty colors, Bruno suggests you two go out to the beach. You both got into your swimming attire, you with your revealing red string bikini...and him? He comes out with a tropical button up shirt, unbuttoned to show off his delicious caramel toned skin. He wore a simple black speedo to show off his ass and...sizeable bulge. He pairs the top with a simple silver necklace; oh he knows how to get you. You always loved him in jewelry. Something about it turned you on...the way it sits on his skin, especially his chest. How the silver contrasts with his golden skin. How the delicate chain lays on his strong and toned chest. The clinking sounds it makes when he’s fuc-

You snap out of your thoughts when Bruno says you should get going before the sun starts to set. So you grab your bag and you both head off to the beach.

With you and Bruno walking hand in hand from your bungalow, onto the soft sand of the beach, he looks at you with his sweet cerulean eyes. You notice his eyes starting to roam your body before he says, “I told you, you’d look perfect in the bikini.”

You snort and say, “Yeah well you look pretty perfect yourself..” blushing and looking at him before quickly looking away. Bruno brings the back of your hand to his lips and presses a gentle kiss onto it, so gentle and so loving that you melt from how warm he is to you. You smile at him and you can’t help but think you’re truly the luckiest girl on this planet.

You both make it to the reclined beach chairs; they have a table in the middle with a huge white umbrella on top to block out the sun. You immediately eye the drinks with the small umbrellas stuck into them. “Now this is fancy,” Bruno laughs at your silliness.

You set down your bag down and sit onto one of the reclining chairs, Bruno mimics you but chooses to lie down instead. You pick up one of the drinks and drink.

It was warm out but not hot...well...you were most certainly getting hot when you noticed how Bruno was lying down.

Bruno was lying down with his arms crossed behind his head and eyes closed as if he had no cares in the world.

His dark eyelashes sweeping over his high cheekbones. His tall nose, so strong.

His full lips forming into a gentle pout. His current position making his shirt expose more of his taut golden skin, his muscles even more flexed with his position.

His speedo was low on his hips, showing off his happy trail and V. His bulge ever so present with how small his swimsuit was.

Knowing Bruno, he definitely planned this. He knew you too well, that fact turning you on even more.

You continue to sip your drink as you forced yourself to look away and look at the gentle waves crashing onto the soft sand.

“This place is really gorgeous. It looks like it came right out of National Geographic.”

Bruno smiled up at you and says, “It is. I knew you would love it. We have the ocean back at home but it’s not like this.”

You look down at him with a slightly furrowed brow and say, “Did you want to go here as well?”

“Of course, you know I love the ocean and anywhere with you is where I want to be,amore.” He says with a loving smile.

You blush and smile at him adoringly. “I’m gonna go in the water now, are you coming?”

Bruno glances at you through his eyelashes “No, go on ahead, I’ll join you later”

With that, you sit up and kick off your sandals. You start running into the edge of the water, feeling the warm water in between your toes. You start to play in the water a little bit and splash around.

Bruno looks over to you from his lying position and chuckles at your childlikeness. If he’s honest with himself, though...he’s getting pretty turned on by your attire. By everything, actually. It’s your honeymoon, in a very romantic destination, all to yourselves. What can get better than this?

From where he is, all he can see are the curves of your ass and legs as you bend down while you try to take off some seaweed from your feet.

You look over your shoulder to see Bruno staring at you. You giggle and smile at him.

You go back to trying to get the piece of seaweed off of you.

Bruno continues staring at your form..slightly damp from playing in the water, the red string bikini he got you hugging your curves just right. It was basically just strings and small pieces of fabric to barely cover you up. Oh, how he loves how it looks on you. He’s starting to get more and more turned on as you twist your body around ever so slightly as you fiddle with the seaweed. He bites his lip at how soft your ass looks...the bikini covering just half of your ass cheeks.

Bruno couldn’t take it anymore, he gets up and walks over to you and presses his body into yours lightly as you’re still bent over.

“Mmm you really do look so good to eat, bella.” He says as he rubs his hands on your hips.

Your heart skips a beat at his suggestive aura and you stand straight to crane your neck to look up at him. He stares back into your eyes, completely and utterly enamored by you.

Bruno starts to press his body even more into yours, ever so slightly rocking his hips into your ass. You squeak when you feel him getting rock hard.

He bends down and kisses you passionately. You moan against his plump lips when you feel his tongue pushing through and you immediately open up for him. You gladly accept his hot and wet tongue moving so sensually against yours as if it were making love to yours.

You finally turn around to face him and he immediately grips onto your ass with both hands and pushes you up against his hard bulge. He breathes out against your lips saying “do you feel how hard you make me?”

You moan out loud and wrap your arms around his toned back. His hands start to roam all over your body feverishly as if he were going to explode if he didn’t touch you. Bruno stops kissing you to suck at your lower lip before staring deeply into your eyes, lidded and dark from lust.

“I want you right now,bella. I can’t wait.” He says in an almost growl.

“But we’re outside..someonemightsee us.” You slightly whine at him

Bruno chuckles at you and says with a low voice “Amore, this is a private beach, remember? Why do you think I got one for us?”

You blush deeply and squeak as he picks you up, placing one hand on your ass and the other across your back for leverage. He grabs your ass as you both head to the reclined chairs.

Bruno lies down with you on top, straddling him. You start to kiss him deeply and put your hands on his toned stomach.

You start to grind into him as both of your tongues sensually dance together. He reaches out and pulls the straps of your bikini top down to reveal your breasts. He takes both into his big hands and gropes them, then leans up to lick one of your nipples. As he’s doing this he looks at you, his tongue lewdly moving against your nipple as if to show it off. He tugs your nipple with his teeth before moving onto your other one.

Bruno leans up to kiss you; he can never get enough of your mouth.

You let out a lewd moan when he grinds up into you, perfectly grinding into your clit. You grab onto his broad shoulders for stability as he holds down onto your hips and grinds into your clit more fervently. You’re moaning into his mouth as you both share an open kiss. His hands grip harder onto your hips and start to move your hips faster against him.

You can feel just how wet you are, your folds slipping against your bikini bottoms with little effort. You’re a whining and panting mess at this point, trying to catch breaths between kisses.

Bruno notices your moans are getting louder and your nails raking his shoulders, signaling your release is on the horizon. So he stops immediately, leaving you whimpering in protest.

“Please don’t stop, Bruno”

Bruno gives you a breathless chuckle.

“Mmm not yet,tesoro. I want you to touch me first.” Bruno takes off his shirt and grabs your hand, leading it down to cup him through his speedo. You immediately grope and rub him.

Bruno lets out a low groan and bucks up into your hand.

“Bella, please, be a good girl and stop teasing. Let me see what your pretty mouth can do, hmm?”

You smile and oblige. Taking off his speedo fast, his cock bounces free, finally free from his tight speedo.

Bruno is...beautiful to say the least. His cock is thick and long, slightly darker than his body, with dark hair trailing from his abdomen to his pubis. It’s wet and hard from the grinding. Your mouth waters just looking at it.

You scoot yourself further down the chair and lower yourself to lick a thick stripe on the underside of his cock, just stopping before the head.

Bruno groans and throws his head back.

You continue to lick up his cock until he bucks up from being impatient. Then, you take his head into your mouth and swirl your tongue around it gently. Bruno moans loudly, his vocalness spurring you on to you take all of him into your mouth. You set a steady rhythm, almost reaching to the hilt. Bruno puts a hand on top of your head to encourage you to go deeper. You obey and take him deeper. He groans and grabs your head with both hands now, slowly pushing you onto him deeper and deeper. You’re moaning; you can feel your slickness dripping out of your bikini bottoms.

Bruno gathers your hair to the side to look at you as his cock disappears in your mouth. You notice this and look him in the eyes as you suck him. He’s surprised he doesn’t cum right then and there from the lewd display.

You see Bruno’s brows furrowed, mouth agape, cerulean eyes lidded and blown from lust. He’s so gorgeous like this...

He starts a faster pace for himself as he fucks your mouth. He does this for a few more thrusts and lifts you up off him, not missing the strings of saliva connecting you to him.

“You’re so good for me.”

Bruno quickly tears off your bikini bottoms.

You place his cock between your folds and in between your cheeks, perfectly curving against you. You slowly glide his cock through your folds with a roll of your hips.

He plants his hands onto your hips and whispers into your ear “Dio mio, you’re so wet. Does sucking me off really make your little pussy that wet for me?”

You moan at his dirty words and nod. Bruno didn’t always talk this dirty in bed but after you requested him to do it often, he never stopped after that, seeing how much it turned you on.

He holds onto your hips and rocks you against him until he can catch your entrance.

He tries a few times but fails and laughs, “Cara, you’re so wet, I’m slipping all over the place.”

You laugh along with him “I blame you!” He crinkles his eyes and smiles at you, kissing you sweetly.

Then he pushes you forward by gripping onto your ass with one hand and guiding his cock with the other to your entrance.

You both lock lusty eyes when he finally slides in slowly.

His eyebrows furrow at your hot tightness. You hiss at the stretch as he inches up into you.

He presses his lips to yours as he slowly rocks up into you.

You think he’s finally all the way in until he roughly thrusts the rest of his sizable cock into you.

“Ooh fuck you feel so good, so hot and tight around me. Your pussy is made for me,cara.” He rasps out, eyes lidded looking into yours. You whine and clench around him at his dirty words.

You start to bounce onto his cock independently, moaning every time it hits deep inside you, his cock sometimes grazing your cervix. Bruno bites his lip at his view of your bouncing breasts and his cock disappearing into your pussy.

He sits up and kisses you passionately, mixing his tongue with yours. He snakes his hands from your hips to your waist, then to your breasts. His big hands grope at them and pinch your nipples roughly, twisting them in between his long fingers. He grabs your right breast into his hand and sucks feverishly at your nipple. He’s breathing heavily against your flesh with the occasional moan. Bruno looks up into your eyes as he does this. You mewl and arch into his touch, your hands carding through his silky hair to push him into your breast.

He grabs onto your hips roughly and slams you down onto him. You grab onto his shoulders as he controls your pace on him.

Bruno nuzzles into your neck, sucking and licking at your heated skin, moving his mouth up to suck just underneath your ear, and licking it. He groans into your ear

“I love you. I want to fuck you like this forever.”

The two of you mash your lips together, feverishly kissing and locking tongues as you both roll against each other, completely drunk off each other.

Bruno slows his thrusts for a second to say,

“Get on your hands and knees for me, cara.”

He flexes his cock, still inside of you before you get up off of him. You turn around on the chair and spread your legs and lift your ass up. You look back at him and give him a suggestive smirk.

Bruno murmurs a string of Italian expletives as he sees your whole pussy exposed to him, seeing just how wet you are. His mouth watering at the sight; he can’t wait to taste.

Your smirk quickly drops, as he grabs your ass with both hands and licks with the flat of his tongue down from your clit up to your asshole, making you moan aloud.

Your hips squirm, making him grab onto your ass tighter and lifting your ass up even higher. His thumbs spread your labia so he can taste all of you.

His tongue traces your outer lips, then the inside, licking your labia and leaving no skin untouched.

Bruno’s tongue skillfully spreads your wetness around, strings of your slick connecting you to him when he pulls back to marvel at your exposed pussy. When he sees this he groans and furrows his eyebrows; seeing your body this turned on from him drives him crazy.

He sucks at your pussy with fervor, trying to suck and lick up all of your sweet slickness.

Bruno groans into your pussy as your hips push into his face.

He sucks at your pussy, occasionally thrusting his hot tongue into your entrance.

“Mmm amore, I love how you taste. I love how wet you are for me. You’re making a mess everywhere.”

Bruno sucks at your clit the best he can with this position.

“Oh fuck! Please, Bruno, I’m so sensitive.” You whine out.

He gives one last lick to your pussy before pulling back and slapping your ass, hard.

You moan, looking back at him. You see him completely and utterly enveloped in love and lust. His silky hair a mess, his lips swollen from biting them too much, jaw clenched, and brows furrowed. He truly is a vision like this…

You’re pulled out of your thoughts when he thrusts back into you, already pounding into you at a fast pace. You wail, arching your back even further, hands gripping the chair and whatever you can reach for stability as he pounds into you with abandon.

You hear his necklace clinking, the sound you love as he fucks you hard.

“B-Bruno you’re going to make me cum!” You whine out as your arms give out from under you, making your face press against the chair.

Stopping his thrusts he leans down to your ear “Not yet, I want to see your sweet face when you cum for me.” You clench around him; you almost cum right then and there.

Bruno feels this so he pulls out and grabs you to turn you over so he can lay on top of you.

Bruno’s face is so close to yours, you can feel his hot breath on your face, his deep cerulean eyes filled with passion and love for you. He looks at you as if you’re the most precious thing in the world to him, which you are. His kisses are always passionate and always leave you melting and wanting more.

Spreading your thighs wider as he kisses you, he guides his cock to your entrance once again. He pushes in slowly, He wants to draw this out as long as he can handle.

His resolve falters when you squeeze around him purposefully, a sweet moan eliciting from his full lips. He flexes his cock inside of you to reply to your squeeze. You giggle and he smiles, kissing you sweetly as if to say ‘I love you’.

He slowly thrusts into you, not quite reaching to the hilt, to your dismay. So you wrap your legs around his waist to push him deeper. He notices this and doesn’t comply; instead, he grabs the back of your thighs and presses them against your chest, his hips still keeping his slow pace.

He’s driving you crazy with how slow he’s going, you whimper out “please stop..”

“Stop what, cara?” His face is smug; of course he knows what you want.

“Do you want me to stop fucking you?” His hips still and he pulls out completely, his hands still on the back of your thighs to hold you down.

You buck your hips the best you can.

“No! Please...Bruno, don’t stop.” You whimper out.

“Please what? What is it that you want?” He looks so smug. Bruno knew you always had a hard time voicing your feelings out loud. You were so shy when he made you say what you want in bed.

He was staring deeply into your eyes and reading your face, He loved to make you squirm. “Tesoro, you have to say what you want, yes? Is it my cock you want? Hmm?”

You nod “y-yes..” Bruno goes in to kiss and suck your neck, leaving more marks.

He whispers in your ear “Then be a good girl and say it for me.”

You whine out “I want you..”

“Mmm want what? You have to use your words or else I won’t know what you want.”

He pulls back and rubs his cock head on your clit.

“Bruno, please..I-” You’re cut off when he pushes the head in a little bit, teasing you further.

“Say it, you know I can leave you like this.” Bruno is still keeping his resolve even though he’s about to explode. He’s ever so smug while teasing you, waiting for your response.

You can’t take any more of his teasing; at this point you don’t care about being shy. The only thing you care about right now is that he fucks you into oblivion.

“Fuck me, Bruno” You whimper out.

“Hmm? What was that? I didn’t hear you, speak up,cara.”

“Please, fuck me...I want to feel you, I want you to cum inside me, Bruno..please fuck me.” Your imploring eyes looking up at him.

He groans and he finally complies, Immediately slamming into you as he grabs the back of your thighs for leverage. You scream out, your hands going to hold the back of his on your thighs.

He’s pounding you so hard into the chair, that you feel the chair sinking into the soft sand.

You’re already close from all the teasing and building up. You’re moaning with abandon and clenching around him.

“You’re already about to cum? Does my cock feel that good inside you, cara?” He groans out.

“Yes! I love your cock! You’re gonna make me cum!” He growls at this, determined to make you cum hard.

He stops for a second to put down your legs and wrap his arms up underneath you, so he can hold you close.

Bruno angles his hips just right, hitting your spot over and over as your moans get higher each time he hits it.

“Tesoro, look at me when you cum.”

You nod and stare into his blown out cerulean eyes. All you hear is the lewd sounds of skin slapping against each other, pants and moans, not a care in the world, but each other.

You’re so close to cumming, and so is he.

You can tell by how much he’s straining against you, trying to hold out until you cum.

He’s hitting your sweet spot over and over.

“Cum for me, il mio cuore, mia moglie, ti amo.”

His words push you over the edge, clenching hard on his cock.

You’re screaming out his name, eyebrows furrowing, mouth wide open, the look of pure ecstasy.

You feel electricity all throughout your body as your body shakes in his hands, all the while locking eyes with him, as he demanded.

Bruno cums immediately when he sees how hard he made you cum. His hips stutter and slam into you as he cums, moaning after each wave of his orgasm, painting your inner walls with his cum. He cums so much, some of it leaks out as he’s still going through the last waves of his orgasm.

His hips slowly falter and collapse on top of you.

You stroke his hair lovingly.

He lifts his head up to leave a chaste kiss on your lips.

Bruno pulls back to look into your eyes.

Your eyes always tell him your feelings, you love him so much and would do anything for him and he sees that.

He smiles at the thought.

“I love you, mio marito.” You say as you kiss his nose.

“Ti amo, mia moglie.”

He lifts up off of you and pulls out. You feel so empty without him, you wish you could stay like this forever but reality sets in when you feel sticky.

“We made a mess,tesoro,” Bruno says as he sees his cum coming out of you and onto the chair.

“We can at least clean ourselves up, right?” You say while looking at him demurely.

Bruno knows what you’re hinting at and he could never resist you.

You realize the sun is about to set, leaving a beautiful haze of colors. “We better get back before it gets dark.” You say as you’re searching for your bikini.

Bruno quickly dresses up before you and helps you get dressed, then he swoops you up in his arms, bridal style.

Sometimes you forget how strong he really is, making you squirm from him carrying you as if you were a feather.

Sticky Fingers grabs the rest of your belongings as Bruno runs with you in his arms back to your private bungalow where you can both “clean up”.

[boyfriendyke]

there r a lot of things about the myth of psyche and eros that makes me a little insane but one of them has always been the tasks from aphrodite and the unfairness of it. they're not intended to be possible. they're so obviously not meant to be possible, and psyche isn't fucking hercules, you know, she's not a demigod or whatever, she's mortal and these aren't mortal tasks!! it's why psyche has to be helped with each one, fucking by like ants and river gods and shit. and so like. idk. i know ppl see psyche and eros as like a story about love and shit which obviously it is but as a kid psyche and eros always felt like a story about being able to accept help

[perenlop]

"oughhh you can't like carmine, she's abusive, she says 'its not like i hit him' in one scene so she's toxic and bad and you shouldn't portray her in a sympathetic light!!!" speaking as someone who genuinely has a toxic relationship with his older brother... shut up lmao

[cryptid-paint]

*cough* *cough* Any writers out there.. who might want to write anything about the werewolverine au or the girldads Poolverine au, you have all the permission to do so *kisses you in the forehead, as I give you my blessing*