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owensbabygirl · 3 months ago

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𝐒𝐎 𝐆𝐎𝐎𝐃 °•○.•°●. 𝐋𝐔𝐒𝐓!𝐂𝐇𝐑𝐈𝐒 [frat b & virgin chris.]

warnings: smut, pnv, first time one sided, dick riding, kissing, heavy-plot, smoking. english is not my first language. wc: 2.2k

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the noise of the lighter flickred up as one of chris' friends lighted up his cigarette, the tip of it redding as he inhaled the drug in.

all the boys of 'the frat' gathered in the school's back alley, a bunch of girls joined them too, not for any serious reason of course, they just thought it was 'cool' to be with the "dangerous" type of guys, that it was a flex to avoid classes and sneak out with little zip lock bags and yarts tucked in their bras.

chris walked around, trying to avoid eye contact with everyone there. he hated waiting for someone to start a conversation with him, so he just kept his head down and continued to inheal the drug.

it was a pretty usual routine by that time, all those pretty girls and frat guys acting like they own them, he didn't liked that.

chris "thought" that was disrespectful and embarrassing for those girls, yeah it was all lies, the only reason he said that was because he never got to feel being with a girl like those girls.

perfect nails, perfect skin, the newest set of push up lacy bras from any other too expensive brand, those girls.

he was just 17 and too embarrassed to admit that his didn't use his v card yet, even though he acted like he was a pro, like said, he would never admit that.

to be honest, he was just jealous, he knew that after this everyone there were going to make out or go to the movies, and he was getting nothing. again.

as was said, it was his usual routine, he got used to it. he never knew how to start a conversation, or more like didn't know how to not act like a virgin. it made chris keep his head down, be unseen.

chris blew out the smoke accidentally in the direction of one of the girls, making her eyes burn a little and let out a silent cough.

"oh uh- sorry" he muttered to her as he looked up at the girl leaning on the wall. he was pretty surprised actually. she was alone. and by alone meaning without a hand wrapped around her shoulders or a little too low on the hips.

but she was pretty, she one one of those girls, alone.

he felt like this was his chance. the best opportunity to finally be like the others, yeah that was lame and he knew they were all overhyping over nothing. yet he was still so desperate to know how it really felt like.

"nuh, youre good" the blonde girl said back as she puffed a hit from her own cigarette, snapping him out his thoughts.

she could see it on his eyes, he was cute. visually too, but his little sort of eagerness was making him even cuter, so she acted like he was doing good at his little flirting.

they kept talking the passed hour, he got a little information about her, her name was alexa... he thought, it just led to the both of them trying to manage an innocent small talk even that they knew each others intentions. but eventually chris and the blonde girl agreed to go out later... in her place.

chris acted like he couldn't care less about it, but deep in he was full of excitement, he was actually going to be with a girl, and not in a friendly manner. he knew this was dumb and childish, but he couldn't hold that grin back.

a few hours later, the streets were quite now, it was a pretty late hour, but not too late. he didn't want to make his intentions too obvious, make her scared or any other bad situation he overthought.

chris jumped over the little fence on her backyard, looking to his sides to see no one was looking before he climbed up and knocked on her window.

little blondie set just there, lifting the window up and letting him come inside her room.

she looked up to his eyes as he stood up to his feet, letting out a dry chuckle at his so visible eagerness. "hey" she welcomed quietly as she closed the window.

"hey" chris muttered back, he had so much to say to her, but he knew that his need will betray him, that he won't be able to control his words, so he just kept it quiet.

they kept chatting while they set on her bed, a little too close. chris knew he couldn't hold back any longer. her eyes, her hair, her, pretty lips he just fantasized about what he could to to them, the urge was bigger then him.

he knew his chances were low anyways, he wasn't the type people got attracted to, he wasn't build like his friends, he wasn't... hot? he guessed. yet, she still agreed to have him in her house, it meant something, right?

chris knew it's better to make a mistake than be quiet and regret it later, so he leaned closer.

"you good?" she asked, looking him up and down before she looked at his eyes. "uh- yeah, I'm fine" chris chuckled falsely, yet inching closer. his eyes darted between her eyes and her lips, like a silent ask if that's okey.

"c-can I?" chris stuttered, his eyes darting between her eyes and her lips like a puppy who needs a treat.

"alexa" nodded. she couldn't lie to to herself, no matter how lost chris was she knew from the first moment she saw his innocent look that she had to ruin it.

she was too tired to wait for him to gain courage and start a pretty romantic scene, so she took matter into her own hands and edged closer, her lips ghosting over his just a second before chris pressed in.

her lips were so soft, her hands too, now on the back of his neck pulling him closer. he couldn't hold back from moving his hands to her sides and tilt his head to give her a better angle.

he drew her closer, but she gently pushed him down to lay flat on his back, never braking the kiss. she couldn't.

he was so soft, so gentle, and she felt that he needed more, his hands were rubbing on her lower back now, a little under her shirt.

he was needing, but never pushing. she loved that.

"alexa" let out a little noise at his movement, also to sign her approval. that was all chris needed to hear, now he moved his hands under her shirt, feeling the downy skin of her back as he lifted the shirt up a little.

chris tightened his grip on her hips, grinding them against his, he needed to feel any kind of friction so bad, he was desperate.

he broke the kiss just for a second to move his finger under the strap of her top. "off" he ordered as he took his own shirt off as well.

it was pretty obvious for him to lean closer to continue the kiss, but she pulled back, slightly smiling to herself as she presses open mouthed kisses across his neck, then his chest, then his stomach, while slowly pulling his jeans down, making his mind jolt with anticipation.

desire was consuming him. chris could feel his control melting away as she tagged her hands in his waistband. "you're sure you want to do this?" she queried, looking for any sort of regret or doubt in his eyes.

but chris only nodded back eagerly, watching intently as she lowered his boxers down to his knees, his cock springing to his stomach as his face reddened from both excitement and embarrassment as he bit his lip.

her focus never left his eyes as she continued to kiss his pelvis, bringing her hand to stroke his cock, wrapping it around his hardness.

"fuck" chris muttered to himself, throwing his head back on the pillows. "you like that?" she asked with a smug grin, her mouth hovering just over his dick.

chris nodded quickly, eyes bright as he felt her lips on his cock, felt how her saliva coaxed his already leaking tip, he bit his lip so hard just so he won't let put the wrong noise, yet kept humming in pleasure.

"n- mfuck... need you s'bad" he murmured, lifting his hips desperately to feel her, but she was quick enough to stop him.

she moved her way up again with little tender kisses on his abs and up to his lips.

the taste of his lips and his dick all together making her let out a low moan and pull his closer my the back of his neck. and of course chris took advantage of the moment to take her pants off.

he snapped back from the kiss, eyes wide he looked at her with nervousness mixed with excitement, but he knew he needed to get over it. so he nodded.

"you sure you want this?" "alexa" probed, rubbing up on his arm reassuringly to let him know it's okey even if he's not ready yet, but he shaked his head no.

"I'm sure." he reassured back, letting her sink down his length. she let out a moan at the stretch as she buried her head in his shoulder, which chris was so thankful of since he almost rolled his eyes to the back of his head at the feeling of him squeezed between her walls.

he didn't want her to see how desperate he was. and he also could swear that even just looking in her eyes would make him nut.

"fuck chris.." she moaned to his ear as she moved her hips on him, making him grab them and move her faster, but not too much. he was just enthusiastic.

the sight of his dick disappearing in her, the softness of her skin, the way her movement was so smooth... all he could think about was how he's going to keep himself together for at least the next 20 minutes, he felt like it's a metter of seconds before he's going to bust.

but he also knew he should be more at the moment. a little feeling of a butterfly rush went through his stomach as he heard her little noises, snapping back to reality as he slowly thrusts into her, his head falling back on the mattress "fuck." he let out in a quiet breath.

she gently started to speed up, feeling a little rush in her stomach at well, just that it was getting lower and lower and desperate to release.

each snap of his hips moved the blankets and pillows farther down the bed, the mattress creaking rhythmically against the wooden bed in a lewd counterpoint to the obscene squelch of his cock.

he moved his hands from her sides to her ass, letting his nails dig in the skin as he lifted her up and down. "fuck alexa-" he whimpered, pushing himself deeper and making her moans be even more high pitched every time his tip brushed that sweet spot. "-so good... I'm close!"

both of them had their eyes rolling back is pleasure and lust. so much lust and passion. they both were so close, his cock moving in and out of her made sloppy noises fill the room along with their hums and sweet sounds.

"I'm gonna come" she sobbed to his neck, her hands tagging at his hair, the consuming euphoria was too overwhelming.

"I know, that's fine, j-just let go for me, let go." he mumbled softly like a whisper to her ear as he rubbed her back, his other hand still helping her to ride him.

that was all she needed to make her legs tremble slightly for a brief moment as she let that ball of fire in her stomach all over him, the sloppy noises growing louder and so as his moans.

he knew he was too close now and she was probably too sensitive so he pulled out, moving his cock in his fisted hand in such a fast pace that he came just second after. thick ropes of white sticky cum flying over his stomach, even to his neck. this was definitely the hardest he ever came.

all his muscles relaxed at once as he felt the high spreading in his vains. "alexa" already past it so she took care for cleaning him with a few tissues she had on her nightstand.

"leave that-" he breathed out, throwing the tissues away as he wrapped his other hand around her waist "-cm'ere."

he cuddled both of them in the blanket that was almost falling off the bed, sighing to her neck "are you okey? did I hurt you? was I-" "shh" she cut him off with her finger on his mouth and a small giggle "I'm fine."

"fuck... that was way better then I imagined, it was perfect, alexa you're fucking perfect" he said right before he kissed her forehead, a grin from ear to ear formed on his face.

that feeling of being out of breath from oversimulation, being so close, the way all his thoughts and overthinks vanished in those moments who brought him so much happiness, ecstasy, and lust.

this was chris' first time doing that, first time he felt like being sent to heaven and back. he knew he was just going to be so...

addicted.

she looked at his eyes in satisfaction, her hand tracing little circles on his cheek "yeah it was good..." she said right before kissing his lips shortly. "and just so you'll know... my name is vanessa."

"really!?..."

"oh."

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author note: this is how lust!chris' sex addiction started if it wasn't obvious. I hope it was good, I know I'm not the best writer here, but please support by reblongging if you did like it! I'll appreciate that sm. love you girlies.

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twintailedsiren · 1 month ago

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A Scythian goddess on Apulian vases

These are five vases likely showing the elusive Scythian ancestral goddess.

I love the floral imagery, but I’m also frustrated that I can’t find much information about the tendril-limbed female figures. I’m fairly certain that these images, aside from the siren, depict the Scythian ancestral goddess, but I can’t find any art historians who specifically discuss the figures. I’ve found several articles that talk about the vases in general, but they only focus on the flowing vines and the main scenes, not on the likely Scythian deity herself.

Apulian red-figure oinoche, about 350-320 BCE. Photo by courtesy of Dr. Matthias Recke, University of Giessen, Antikensammlung Museum. Photo via Peter on Flickr.

This vase could also be a siren, the lovely singers of Homeric fame. While the other Scythian goddesses only have wings, this woman has bird feet. Sirens were bird-bodied women to ancient Greek artists. However, this siren is unusual as her tail feathers curl out on either side of her, like the Scythian ancestral goddess’s tails do.

Apulian Red-Figure Loutrophoros about 330 B.C. Attributed to the Painter of Louvre MNB 1148 (Greek (Apulian), active 350 - 330 B.C.) Info from Getty Museum.

This woman has wings, a basket on her head like the Vergina mosaics of the Scythian goddess, and a dress like the Carytids in the Thracian Tomb of Sveshtari, Bulgaria, except her upper body is topless. The lower part of the vase shows the mourning of Niobe.

The figure is described but not identified in: Occasional Papers on Antiquities, Greek Vases In The J Paul Getty Museum. An Apulian Loutrophoros Representing the Tantalidae. By A.D. Trendall. 1985. Pages 140-41, fig, 14.

Winged woman with tendrils, likely the Scythian goddess. Apulian red-figure vase, about 340 BCE, Varrese Painter; Antikensammlung Kiel, inventory number B 724. Picture taken by Marcus Cyron via Wikipedia.

This woman also has wings, a basket on her head, and the distinctive curling chiton dress like other Scythian goddess figures wear. She’s mentioned in the article “Half-Human Half-Vegetal Hybrids in Eastern Mosaics” which does talk about Scythian goddess imagery, but the author doesn’t specify that this is an image of the Scythian goddess.

Likely Scythian goddess, Baltimore painter, loutrophoros with wedding scenes, about 325-320 BCE. Matera, Museo Archeologico Nazionale. Photos via Saiko on Wikipedia.

Our next goddess has a different style dress, and much more elaborate tendrils— but she also has wings and perhaps a basket on her head. It’s interesting that most of these goddesses have bare toros, as she Scythian goddess is usually shown with a full dress.

We also have a confirmation that this imagery is related to the Scythia goddess, in an article on her imagery:

“The female winged deity with lower part of the body resembling a palmette or acanthus leaves is a widespread image on Apulian vases. Two characteristic examples are the “Niobe” amphora (4th century BCE) from Naples, featuring an aedicula stepping on a base decorated with several such figures (20) Fig 7 and a case which was sold at Christie’s in 1979, dated to the last decades of the 4th century BC.” (Valeva 1995.)

This article could be referring to the Getty vase, as they're both showing scenes with Niobe. Image from Baggio 2013.

The figures are also described in a chapter about Scythian goddess imagery, by Ustinova, on page 103:

“In Italy, the chthonic symbolism of this goddess was conspicuous: on an amphora from Neapolis, featuring a Niobids-scene, Niobe is portrayed in a naiskos, its foundation decorated with a group of tendril-limbed winged figures, calathi on their heads (Curtius 1958: fig. 33).

Update: I found one more example of this motif on a vase here.

Sources.

Valeva, Julia. “Valeva-1995 The Sveshtari Figures (An Attempt to Specify Several Hypotheses).” Thracia 11, Studia in honorem Alexandri Fol, Sofia. (1995): n. pag. Print.

DERWAEL, Stéphanie. “Half-Human Half-Vegetal Hybrids in Eastern Mosaics.” Journal of Mosaic Research, no. 16, 2023, pp. 89–110, https://doi.org/10.26658/jmr.1376718.

Heuer, Keely. “Tenacious Tendrils: Replicating Nature in South Italian Vase Painting.” Arts, vol. 8, no. 2, 2019, p. 71, https://doi.org/10.3390/arts8020071

Baggio, Monica. “Sistemi Di Immagini, Sistemi Di Oggetti Le Loutrophoroi Del Pittore Di Baltimora.” Cahiers « Mondes Anciens », no. 4, 2013, https://doi.org/10.4000/mondesanciens.1072.

Ustinova, Yulia. The Supreme Gods of the Bosporan Kingdom: Celestial Aphrodite and the Most High God. Boston: Leiden, 1999.

#twin-tailed siren #mistress of animals #ancient greek art #mistress of beasts #scythian goddess #apulian vase #red figured vase #potnia theron #greek mythology #greek myth art #sirens #greek art #ancient art

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genericpuff · 1 month ago

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so like, why is having a medical fetish bad?

I don't think anyone's necessarily saying it's bad, we don't kink shame here (unless it's, y'know, illegal, in which case it's not a kink, it's a crime LMAO) Her track record is just wild af especially when she would have likely been as young as 17 when she started posting online with primarily medical fetish artworks (according to the date stamps that are signed in some of her older drawings, the math checks out because IIRC she was born in ~1986).

It also just kind of further proves why LO is the way that it is, that in spite of its attempts to depict "healthy relationships" and be "feminist", ultimately Rachel was just writing and drawing about her personal aesthetic sexual preferences, which evidently revolve around small, innocent, youthful-looking girls hooking up with older brooding emotionally unavailable men. She's been creating slightly different variations of the same characters for over two decades now, it was just the Hades and Persephone version that got famous because they had the benefit of the Greek myth fandom to fuel them.

But you can still see the crossover of her gothic influences in the earliest depictions of LO's Persephone and Hades-

(weirder still when you consider the fact that Persephone was, by her own admission at the end of the comic, just a vapid self-insert that she projected herself into as a personal coping mechanism).

Plus there's a lot to say about some of her admitted interests (in the past when she still ran her flickr, DeviantArt, etc.) being both Lolita and Trevor Brown, who is an extremely controversial artist due to his fixations on, you guessed it, small and innocent youthful-looking girls in sexual scenarios that are often medical in nature-

It's not hard to see what influenced her art style over the years, and what she's clearly been trying to leave behind in the wake of LO's success.

I don't think it's outright weird to have a medical fetish (though it's definitely not my flavor lmao). I don't think it's weird for her to try and bury her pre-LO past for the sake of either her own growth as a person or to protect her career from her "cringy" teenage self.

I think it's weird to try and bury it and yet still insist on using the same username that ties you allll the way back to that medical fetish identity (usedbandaid, which in and of itself was a medical fetish username) and sticking to the same writing tropes and plot beats over the course of 20 years. You can even see it repeating itself all over again in her newer works, which is so far just looking like Lore Olympus x The Doctor Foxglove Show-

Rachel's artistic career is like a matryoshka doll of secrets and oddities, and the fact that she was clearly into the medical fetish scene at one point - presumably most of her late teens into her mid 20's - is just one of the dolls nested inside. The more things change, the more they stay the same - LO might not look anything like The Doctor Pepper Show and Eleanor's Deathbed might not look like LO at first glance, but it certainly still scratches all the same itches that have been evidently living under Rachel's skin since she was as young as Persephone herself.

And yeah, that's what I find weird and insincere, because if she wants to just draw smut, I think she should just do it, instead of trying to live this double life between her undying love for unhinged medical fetish pinup art and being a Webtoons corporate shill whose work is scrubbed down as much as possible to sell the idea that she's a mature, educated, well-rounded writer whose work is capable of appealing to both children and adults at the same time.

#god i actually have so many thoughts on this so i'm gonna write up a separate thing LOL #i swear i'm not trying to psychoanalyze rachel but that matryoshka doll is OPENING rn and i need to dig inside #anti lore olympus #lo critical #lore olympus critical #ask me anything #ama #anon ama #anon ask me anything #cw nudity #tw medical stuff

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darlingillustrations · 1 year ago

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PRIDE is timeless

New images for 2024. See previous years here.

sources for photographs:

Axolotls - Photograph from Trent Kelley’s Flickr stream “Hidden in the Open: Photographic Essay of Afro American Male Affections.” Source for image.

Bears - Bearded men together. Source for image.

Chipmunks - Unknown photographer, Wikimedia commons. Source for image.

Dogs - Aunty Mary and her “friend” Ruth (1910) by imgur user izgs. Source for Image.

Ducks - Photograph by David Deitcher, from his book “Dear Friends, American Photographs of Men, 1840–1918.” Source for image.

Mice - Lily Elise and Adrienne Augarde (1907). Source for image.

Snails - Nana & Jacky, Métro Blanche (1961), by Swedish photographer Christer Strömholm. Source for image.

Unicorns - Two African American women, three-quarter length portrait, seated, facing each other (1900). From the African American Photographs Assembled for 1900 Paris Exposition. Source for image.

The Affectionate Animal series is a project I have worked on for years, illustrating vintage photographs as queer couples. All paintings are by me, Erin Darling. Here is a link to the series on my site.

#lgbt history #queer history #vintage queer #queer photography #affectionate animal series #darling illustrations

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palelaboratory · 3 months ago

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Older Jill Valentine and her younger girlfriend | Headcanons

۶ৎ Any form of interaction is highly appreciated, thank you mwah.

She always hates to see you pull out your wallet. Even when you insist, even when she knows you make more than enough to cover both of you. She always has her card ready, sliding her card on to the check wallet before you can even reach for your purse. On the rare occasions you’re faster, she doesn’t say a word. Just gives you that look, the slightly widened eyes, the slow clench of her jaw, not angry, just firm, like a quiet warning wrapped in motherly authority. And without fail, you always lower your card. Then when the server walks away, she leans in with that low, amused tone, eyes softening just for you. "Good girl," she murmurs.

She only lets you pay on her birthday, or the rare occasion she can’t talk you down. Even then, she watches you with a soft resistance, as if letting you spoil her feels foreign. You love spoiling her, your own effort to make her get used to you paying.

Other than that, she prefers to take care of it all. After years of holding a gun, she is slowly finding pieces of herself to give back to the world, find herself along the way. Something to make her heart beat a little more, although she found someone else who could do that perfectly.

Sometimes you show up in outfits that raise an eyebrow, not that she’s controlling. But that doesn’t stop her from cracking a dry smirk, "Your mother let you out like that?". Sometimes, she’ll drop a casual comment to your mom, laced with just enough subtext to make her point. Quietly hoping that someone else might echo her concerns, quiet enough that your mother doesn’t suspect her longtime colleague simply, secretly, wants to tear her daughter apart. She just watches out for you. Whether it’s a hand resting gently on your shoulder, your waist, or settling on your thigh under the table, not possessiveness.

The only social media platform she has is Facebook, and maybe some ancient Flickr or MySpace account. Her Facebook profile’s a ghost town, the last post a blurry photo of her old pet from eight years ago.

She’ll grumble about your phone habits, muttering how "you kids are glued to your screens". Most of the time, she is just worried for you. But sometimes, just sometimes, she is a little jealous of whatever has your attention.

When you show her some funny TikTok, she cracks, tries to fight the smile, but loses every time. She just turns away or gives you a playful shove, as she shakes her head but never tells you to stop.

Still, you’ve started becoming more mindful when she’s around. You leave your phone face down, notifications off. Not out of obedience, just pure respect. She notices too. No wonder your mother lets you hang out with her.

You try to keep up with her, with her independence, with her steady grip on adulthood. But some things only come with time and experience, and she knows that. She sees the effort you put in, the way you so carefully watch and learn, and she never takes it for granted.

She guides you, by doing. She knows you hate being treated like a kid, and she never makes you feel small. She speaks to you with respect, invites your opinions and implements them even, not answering your questions sometimes as a firm way of teaching, even when she quietly wants to step in.

Still, when you falter, she’s there. "You don’t have to do all that for me" "You're doing so good darling." She'll say, brushing hair from your face. She always means it.

She loves observing you, sometimes she even learns from you. She doesn't admit it, but she doesn't really want you to take her advice sometimes, you're your own person and she only wants to be with you, she wants to be in your world. You're her flower, blossoming right in front of her eyes, always making her feel like the luckiest woman on earth.

#jill valentine #resident evil #jill valentine x reader #jill valentine x fem reader #i love jill valentine #jill valentine fluff #jill valentine fanfic #jill valentine headcanon #jill valentine headcanons

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