#Deflowering

[delulu247baby]

Y'all, please. I appreciate SA awareness it's but not here. It's not here. deflowering can mean so many different things, and in so many different religions, it doesn't only mean that. I can't force people to not interpret things the way they want to interpret things, just please acknowledge that that was not the interpretation Toby was going for. If it was, I don't think the animation would have been removed. But I don't know everything.

[carolnicholson23]

Girlz as brides, ready for the deflowering

I did get to be the girl bride on Claire and I's wedding

Though i wasn't a virgin, i did try to imagine and act as if i was, for my deflowering giggles

[the-alluring-dreamer]

To much of a good girl.. to not be getting slutted out 🥺❤️

[violettranslations]

Deflowering (破瓜)

誰とも繋がらない赤い糸 絡まったまま朝を待とう 優しい雨が空を縫い付けて 綺麗な夜が紛い物

Entwined with this red thread of mine that doesn't connect to anyone, I wait for the morning. The gentle rain weaves its way through the sky. This beautiful night is a total sham.

螺旋の中を巡り巡って 眠らずとも朝が来る 濁った排水溝　ベランダの雨 全て洗い流しました

Going round and round in its own spiral, the morning comes again whether or not I fall asleep. The gutters grew muddy as rain fell on the veranda, washing everything away.

両手を零れ落ちて行く 感情的な破瓜

This emotional deflowering spills over from my cupped hands.

使わないまま捨てた言の葉は 寂しさを連れ迷っている 生きる意味なら外のゴミ箱へ 袖に付いた紅い化粧

These words that I threw away without ever using have lost their way with my loneliness in tow. The meaning of life? That'd be in the trashcan outside. My scarlet makeup stains my sleeve.

春を迎えたような柔らかい日差しが指 薄暗い部屋の中で昨日の化粧を落とし 巻き付いた紅い��の先に目線を落とし ふっているか、また絡まっているだけな どちらを私は望んでるのでしょうか

—As if to welcome the spring, the soft sunlight enveloped my fingers— —In this dimly-lit room, I remove yesterday's makeup— —I glance down towards where the scarlet thread coiled around my finger leads— —not knowing if it's loose, or if I'm just entwined with it again— Which is it that I want, I wonder?

より簡単にかつ確実に 蝕まれる日々の渦 水で流す錠剤の意味 劣情を飼い殺すんだ

The days are a whirlpool that eat away at me more easily, and more definitively, as well. I wash this pill down with a gulp of water to quash the carnal desires within me.

あゝまた思い出す 雨ノ匂イ きっと僕は僕を騙せない

Ah, I remember now. What the rain smelled like. I know I'm incapable of fooling myself.

傘を持たずに逃げた夢の中 拙い愛が染み込んでいる 生きる意味ならとうに灰の中 雨に滲む紅い化粧

In a dream where I fled without an umbrella this shoddy love seeps into me. The meaning of life? It's long since burned to ash. My scarlet makeup runs in the rain.

遠くなる夢と現実は 感情的な破瓜

This receding sensation of dream and reality is an emotional deflowering.

誰とも繋がらない赤い糸 絡まったまま朝を待てど

No matter how long I wait for the morning entwined with this red thread of mine that doesn't connect to anyone,

笑えないよ

I can't bring myself to laugh.

今すぐ空を縫い付けて 綺麗な夜が紛い物

It now weaves its way through the sky. This beautiful night is a total sham.

生きる意味ならとうに灰の中

The meaning of life? It's long since burned to ash.

[carolnicholson23]

Stairs

Where do they lead, and what do they lead too

[tenth-sentence]

Angelo. Good night. [Exit Escalus.]

This deed unshapes me quite, makes me unpregnant

And dull to all proceedings. A deflower'd maid!

And by an eminent body that enforced

The law against it! But that her tender shame

Will not proclaim against her maiden loss,

How might she tongue me! Yet reason dares her no;

For my authority bears of a credent bulk,

That no particular scandal once can touch

But it confounds the breather. He should have lived,

Save that his riotous youth, with dangerous sense,

Might in the times to come have ta'en revenge,

By so receiving a dishonour'd life

Written ransom of such shame. Would yet he had lived!

Alack, when once our grace we have forgot,

Nothing goes right: we would, and we would not.

William Shakespeare: The Complete Works, Measure for Measure (Act IV, Scene IV)

[samipekoe]

I believe after they make their feelings clear akane would have to go on the offensive. because ranma is a fumbler ☝🏻

[hanafubukki]

Bunny!Lilia where if you scratch one of his ears it causes him to melt into your lap.

If you pull his tail, which is sensitive, it gets him flustered.

Or in a more nsfwish setting…

Bunny!Lilia in mating season. His need to constantly breed you. Pumping into you over and over again. He has to make sure that it takes. If he’s not actively trying to get you pregnant, he’s keeping you plugged, surrounded by your warmth.

[gael-garcia]

Gael García Bernal + 🌸 in The King (2005, James Marsh)

[koipepo]

Part 3 (prev)

Sammie folded.

Next part gonna be nsfvv but i think i will put it in ao3/other site and put previews here, since this place can be stingy with what is allowed and what not

[jesuistrestriste]

SAAGGEEEE your corrupting art blurb UUUGGGGHHHHH TOO FUCKING GOOD

thinking about the same scenario of him being overwhelmed & so deeply in subspace… but making him cum for the first time ever & he’s so whiny & doesn’t know what’s going on & feels so good when he cums he just doesn’t know what to do 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫

DYLAN LISTENNN

i haven’t rlly written too much corruption kink stuff bc i’ve been focused on other things, but now im fully in the game.

i’m thinking about an inexperienced, virgin!art donaldson who’s never had a real orgasm before.

wet dreams? sure!

but’s he’s never been conscious to experience those releases; just woken up to warm, sticky boxers and a funny feeling swirling lingeringly around in his stomach.

maybe he’s never explored that sector of life before due to something like: barely repressed religious guilt, or the fear that it’ll be too intense for him to handle, or just plain business..! but the point is that he’s never experienced that hot, all-consuming, pulsing rush of pleasure that floods through your body when you come undone..

so when he finds himself submitting in your arms, the two of you tangled in your bed while he mindlessly seeks friction against your leg and kisses you, his eyes fly wide open when he feels a bolt of something good shoot through his cock in his briefs.

“oh,” he whines against your lips before he pulls back and swallows thickly, “oh, god..”

you look to his eyes and chuckle softly, catching your breath while your hand snakes down to grope his bulge— rewarding you with a sharp moan and a jerk of his hips.

“you’re so sensitive,” you whisper, your hand giving two tugs on his clothed cock before art is grasping for your arms, his legs starting to tense.

“s-something’s coming.”

he says it in a way that makes him sound utterly terrified but completely elated, simultaneously. he’s quaking against you, letting out little moans into your neck that are rapidly increasing in volume and frequency with each passing half-second.

fuck, he’s already teetering on that ledge— so overcome with the new sensations that he can’t squeeze his thighs together hard enough to stall his crossing of the finish line.

sweat is prickling on his skin almost uncomfortably, and he’s melting into your frame as he buries his face in your shoulder. his blonde curls brush your jaw and cheek. another tug on his erection sends him hurtling toward the end of it all before he can even properly grasp the build-up. poor thing.

“i… i feel really weird—.. i can’t—! i think im gonna..! gonna-!”

he yelps, before his vision completely whites out. his fingers curl into your biceps and his legs kick out and spasm as he lets out another broken cry. his voice comes out mangled through the heady waves of dopamine and the surge of emotions.

he’s never felt anything like it.

nothing’s even come fuckin’ close.

not a win on the court for a sparkling medal or trophy, not a bite of his mom’s special cooking, not even cry-laughing at patrick’s dumb jokes.

nothing.

this is everything.

god, how did he miss out on this for so long? what was life even like before this type of ecstasy?

he’s gushing into his underwear (heaps of held-in loads finally pouring out), rocking against your leg as you gently work him through it with a smile on your face, and he can’t quite seem to think of an answer to either of those questions of his..

it’s all too much in the best way.

“oh fuck, fuck fuck fuck, im cumming,” he gasps, sounding laughably bewildered and unsteady, his touch growing almost painful on your limbs.

he doesn’t mean to grab you so hard, but the feelings are consuming him wholly and he needs to clutch onto something before he’s sure he’ll float away. he needs you to ground him—comfort him, help him, teach him.

he can’t believe what’s happening, and now he’s only got one thing left on his mind as the aftershocks make his head spin:

how’s he ever supposed to survive sex?

[empty-movement]

Hbomberguy really just timed his video perfectly to rescue Utena fans from having to see Somerton's bad Utena takes, ty king

[quotergirl19]

Colin tried to tell Penelope that he would do all the work for her first time and Penelope was not having it. Sure, she wanted to know what to do, of course she did. She loves him, she wanted to please him, but she got hot when Colin took control and ordered her to lie down and I will die on that hill.

I see you Penelope “Tell me what to do. No, tell me!” Featherington-soon-to-be-Bridgerton!!!!

[ultravioletence]

so tired of tending to houseplant

what if houseplant tended to me for a change?

[natirra]