#Andreas Lust

[cinematicjourney]

Revanche (2008) | dir. Götz Spielmann

[dragodina]

Sooo, nochmal zu der Sache mit der Autowaschanlagenszene aus #TDENG 😅💦

Ich finds ja schon herrlich, wieviel Spaß sie dabei hat 😄

[widadsadki]

Fate adults as the seven deadly sins (poems)

[faithshouseofchaos]

can you make it so male!reader can't get enough of bouncing on charles' c*** (any or even all of the drivers really) it doesn't have to have the actual secne just after reader gets tired and charles(or again any driver) is so blissed out and has some practice the next day? Really love your posts btw.❤️

A/n— this probably is what you fully wanted but I got carried away featuring. Sub!lando, Masochist!Carlos,switch!Charles,and soft!dom Max

Smut mxm

Charles

Charles eyes rolled to the back of his head with one hand on your hip his other hand stroking your cock as you rode him. You couldn’t get enough of Charles cock and the way his cock filled you up to the brim. “Charles I’m close” y/n groans tiredly with a hoarse voice his movements faltering. “je connais mon cher” Charles says blissed out with a hint of a smile on his face. A couple more bounces later both you and Charles reached your highs.

Collapsing against y/n smiled “Andrea is going to be pissed with you” he said. “What do you mean?” Charles asked. “You were supposed to be resting you have practice tomorrow morning remember?” Y/n said. “Yeah well now we know for sure that I’ll get a full night of sleep” Charles jokes.

Lando

Lando let out at a shaky whimper screwing his eyes shut. “You did so well today baby” y/n said his lips brushing against the shell of Lando’s ear. Lando loved the praised his cock throbbed inside of you. His large hand wrapped around your cock thumb swiping over y/n’s tip. Y/n let out a shaky moan squeezing Lando’s making him buck up into to y/n the tip of Lando’s cock hitting y/n’s prostate. Y/n’s went around Lando’s throat for balance “I’m so close” Lando groans his face blushed a deeper shade of red and his pupils were so lust blown to the point that the blue was completely gone. “Me too baby,Me too” y/n groaned.

Carlos

Carlos was a masochist He would literally sit back and you do all the work with a smug look on his face. He knew that you couldn’t get enough and neither could he. Carlos loved the feeling of your blunt nails digging into his shoulders he loved the pain. Carlos also loved the way you threw your head back groaning when you felt his cock twitch inside of you. “Carlos please” y/n begged desperate for Carlos to touch him. “qué es eso mi amor” Carlos coo’s smugly. “Carlos please just touch me” he begged tears starting to well up in his eyes. “Well since you asked so nicely” Carlos says finally touching y/n’s aching cock stroking it giving him some relief.

Max

“I swear Schat you were made for me” Max mumbled against Y/ns leaving marks on his skin. “So pretty too” Max says his hand stroking y/n’s cock. “You’re such a sap” y/n replied tugging on the hairs at the nape of Maxs head. “If you could see what I see then you too would say the same thing” Max says thrusting up into y/n. “So why don’t you be the good boy you are and cum for me” Max instructed leaving another mark on y/n’s chest.

[z0ruas]

“Female knowledge of objectification usually stops at a necessary but superficial understanding: beauty is rewarded and lack of beauty is punished. The punishments are understood as personal misfortune; they are not seem as systematic, institutional, or historical. Women do not understand that they are also punished through sexual use for being beautiful; and women do not understand the lengths to which men go to protect themselves and their society from contamination by ugly women who do not induce a lustful desire to punish, violate, or destroy, though men manage to punish, violate, or destroy these women anyway.” ― Andrea Dworkin

[dyns33]

A Communication Issues extra :

Carol : "So this whole thing is because you don't like Shane being too active ?"

Y/N : "I didn't say I didn't like it ! I was just worried."

Andrea : “I don’t understand why. Isn’t he good ?”

Y/N : "He's very good, thank you. I just thought it was not common and I was wondering if it was normal for him or if he had a problem he didn't want to talk about."

Michonne : "Men and communication. It's hard."

Y/N : "Actually, it's a way of communicating for him, I think. He has… A little ritual when he gets home."

Lori : “What is it ?”

Y/N : “Well, first, he kisses me.”

Maggie : “Aaaaaaw.”

Y/N : “And then… He goes down.”

Andrea : “…Down ?”

Y/N : "Yes… You know… Down. No matter the time or place, he comes home from work, he kisses me and he does that, at least once, on top of everything else ."

Lori : "…At least once ?"

__________

Shane : “Your wife has been looking at me strangely for several days.”

Rick : “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

Shane : "Actually, all the women in the group are looking at me weird. You're looking at me weird too."

Rick : "Not at all. I'm just tired because Lori blames me for not doing certain things at least once a day. Fucking lustful Romeo with unlimited stamina."

Shane: "… Huh ?"

[kleftiko]

❦ THE ART OF COURTLY LOVE

cw: mature, suggestive content, otherwise fluff

“have you ever read andreas capellanus, ‘the art of courtly love’?”

you turn in your chair, moving from looking at yourself in your vanity mirror to your boyfriend sitting on your shared bed.

you smile slightly.

“i’m sure you know the answer.” you take a quick look up and down at him—spencer definitely was not as dressed as he should be for dinner at rossi’s.

“he was inspired by his love to write a book.” he says, holding soft eye contact. “he says that love is suffering, because you desire the person yet do not have them.”

he holds out his hands to you.

you obey the silent ask and get up to walk towards him, placing your hands in his as he pulls you to stand between his legs.

your fingers come to rest on his shoulders as he protectively holds your hips.

“he says that this love inspires men to act more chivalrous—more courteous.” he continues.

your fingers run through his hair gently, and his eyes close in bliss for a moment.

“and you are the epitome of chivalry.” you tell him and his eyes open with a hard look.

“not when you wear that outfit.”

you raise your eyebrow at him, his hands bring you closer to his body as he looks at you with clouded eyes of lust.

“we can be a little late to rossi’s.” he whispers, hands trailing lower.

“is this what you intended when you bought me this outfit?” you asked rhetorically. “and is ‘the art of courtly love’ just a pick up line?”

“only the finest art can stand in the face of beauty such as yourself.” he gently pulls you down face to face.

“and who said that?” you whisper with a smile.

“me.” he says and kisses you softly.

you climb on top of his lap, allowing his lips to praise your face. his hands roam your body like they have a million times, but it always gets you riled up like the very first time.

you break away.

“we can be a little late.”

[catie-does-things]

People of our own time may consider the story of Catherine and Andrea more horrible than edifying, and feel that her ecstatic contemplation of the blood of Christ--a motive which recurs continually in her visions and her letters and her teaching--discloses an unhealthy love for the least attractive feature of Christianity. In our own lifetime we have learned to know the smell of rotting corpses on battlefields and in bombed towns; we know of the stinking sores and boils of prisoners from concentration camps, where dead and dying were made to lie on beds as wretched as the one Catherine had chosen for herself. We have poured out oceans of blood and tears, both of the guilty and the guiltless, while we hoped against hope that this blood and these tears could help to save a world reeling under the weight of its miseries. And how little have we achieved of the great things we dreamed! Yet we ascribe it to the confused ideas of the time she lived in and her own dark vision of Christianity, when Catherine intoxicated herself with the blood of Christ--the blood which would put an end to human bloodshed, if only we could agree to receive it as the redemption from our bloodthirsty passions, our insatiable lust for imagined gain for ourselves projected onto other nations or classes. Indeed, many Catholics think in this way. The strong-willed, brave and strangely optimistic girl who handled the powerful men of her time so masterfully, who had such an unusual understanding of the characters of the men and women among whom she lived, who really succeeded in making peace between many of her unruly townsmen, who in fact on one or two occasions prevented war, and on many put an end to bloody feuds--she would answer us as she answered her contemporaries in her letters and conversations and in the Dialogue: that the blood of Christ was the only source of her own courage and strength and wisdom, of her amazing and indomitable joy of living. She would say to us, Drink of it with the lips of your souls, as the saints in their visions seemed to drink it with their lips of flesh; assuage your thirst in the love which streams from God's holy Heart--then there will be an end to the vain shedding of man's blood by the hand of man. In her visions Catherine saw God's fire fall from heaven, like a rain of blazing light and burning warmth: can we really understand anything of her experience, we who have seen the fire of hate falling from the clouds, who fear in our hearts for the day when an even more destructive fire, invented by an even more bitter hatred and more violent passions, shall rain down over us and our children? For us, Catherine would have only the same message which she brought to her contemporaries, she would know only of the same remedy for our misery--the blood of Christ, the fire of God's love, which burns up self-love and self-will, and lets the soul appear, beautiful and full of grace, as it was meant to be when God created us.

Catherine of Siena, by Sigrid Undset (1951)

[freaktorium]

OKAY I KNOW THE POLL ISN'T DONE YET BUT I FINISHED EARLY LET'S FUCKING GO BRO!

So like I said, the band name is Mother Nightshade. The group contains a fish demon (Piper), imp demon (Jazzy), succubus (Wendell), sinner (Lucyle {yes she has debuted on this acct before, and yes I deleted all previous posts of her bc I repurposed her}), and a hellhound (Arlo)

{Picture featured below is the crew in a Vivziepop esc style}

Now here they are in my style, plus their human versions!

I even made a fake pin for each of them, including their LGBTQIA identities and pronouns

I feel like it'd be worth it to go through each character individually, ya know? Get to know them! Let's start with Piper!

Piper Eela plays lead guitar in the band. She's often known as the "Big Sister" and musical prodigy. She comes from the Envy Ring, and she found her love for music when she was in her early teens. She listened to everything from pop to goth, and loved it all! Piper can also play acoustic guitar, and it was actually the first instrument she learned how to play. She is also one of the first members, as the band started off with herself and her close friend, Arlo. They even made matching jackets that they wear every day.

{VC - Scarlett Johansson}

Jazzy Rivers is the imp of the band. She's a pack of dynamite in quite the small package. She can play any form of bowed string (violin, viola, cello, etc) and even some woodwinds. She grew up around music, and often played instruments at different festivals for public entertainment. Arlo attended one of these festivals that Jazzy was playing at, and noticed her talent. After talking with Piper, they agreed to give Jazzy an opportunity to play with the band. Up to that point, Jazzy had only played country music, and quickly learned to expand her playable genres. She's feisty, she might bite you, but you can't deny she has talent!

{VC - Andrea Libman}

Wendell Starlight is the drummer, a succubus from the Lust Ring. He grew up listening to rock and heavy metal, and learned how to drum thanks to his dad. Wendell finds the rhythm of a song to be one of the most important aspects; without it, the song sounds empty and off-putting. Wendell would do gigs at Ozzie's and would also often fill in during performances, being the backtrack to whoever soloed that night. It was at one of these gigs that Piper went to where she noticed him. Having guitar, strings, and bass was nice, but they were missing something. A solid beat! It didn't take long before Wendell accepted being a permanent drummer for Mother Nightshade, expanding their music even more.

{VC - Jack Black}

Lucyle Thorn is the odd one out when it comes to the band. She's a sinner (and autistic). They can't go to other rings like the rest of the band can, which makes tours rather difficult. Mother Nightshade was doing really well when it came to performance, but they still felt like they needed more. In response, they hosted an audition in the Pride Ring. Many other demons and sinners came, and many left. Lucyle had been raised around piano, she loved it with her soul. In her audition, she played bluesy pieces, something slow and jazz-like, overall expressive. This caught the band's attention, and quickly offered Lucyle entrance, which they accepted. Now when it comes to yours, often Lucyle would record her parts in advance and send them with the rest of the group. They'd rather not do the tours anyways, as she finds them overstimulating.

{VC - Alecia Beth Moore / P!nk}

Arlo Hayes is the hellhound of the band, originating from the Gluttony Ring. He's a disabled ambulatory wheelchair user, so he can be seen on wheels, in crutches, or even sometimes without any mobility aids at all! Arlo and Piper grew up together after he was adopted by her family, and have been joined at the hip ever since. As to why he wears bright ass orange pants, it's, in his words, "So people won't make me a trip hazard when I don't have to be." While Piper learned guitar, Alro learned bass. He liked how he could feel it when he played, and how full a song felt with it. When Piper and Alro got older, they did online videos together, covering popular songs with their instruments. One thing led to another, and they started a band, Mother Nightshade. The goal overall was to be non-conforming. Why play only one genre when you can play them all? The band was a success, with their first few albums focusing on pop, goth, and punk music. As they gained performers, they gained genres. After Jazzy joined, they did a country album, a heavy metal one with Wendell, and a jazz album with Lucyle. Nowadays they alternate between what the consensus is; what do they want to play?

{VC - Ian Cardoni}

Aaaannnnd that's all, folks! Thank you for getting this far! Please consider interacting with this post. It took weeks to get all of these pieces out, and getting the start of a story out there. Of course, if there are any questions, my ask box is always open!

[princesssarisa]

The Top 40 Most Popular Operas, Part 1 (#1 through #10)

A quick guide for newcomers to the genre, with links to online video recordings of complete performances with English subtitles.

Mozart's Die Zauberflöte (The Magic Flute) (Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart)

The most frequently performed opera worldwide: Mozart's fascinating, philosophical fairy tale opera, which appeals to both children and adults.

San Francisco Opera, 2010 (Piotr Beczala, Dina Kuznetsoca, Christopher Maltman, Erika Miklosa, Georg Zeppenfeld; conducted by Donald Runnicles)

Verdi's La Traviata

Tragic romance with social commentary, based on Alexandre Dumas fils' novel The Lady of the Camellias, which was also the basis for the classic 1936 Greta Garbo film Camille.

Los Angeles Opera, 2006 (Renée Fleming, Rolando Villazon, Renato Bruson; conducted by James Conlon)

Bizet's Carmen

The fiery tragedy of a seductive, free-spirited Spanish Romani woman and her loves, with some of opera's most iconic music.

Royal Opera House, Covent Garden, 2006 (Anna Caterina Antonacci, Jonas Kaufmann, Ildebrando d'Arcancelo, Norah Ansellem; conducted by Antonio Pappano)

Puccini's La Bohéme

Relatable slice-of-life romance that blends comedy and tragedy. The inspiration for the popular musical RENT.

Studio film, 1965 (Mirella Freni, Gianni Raimondi, Rolando Panerai, Adriana Martino; conducted by Herbert von Karajan)

Mozart's Le Nozze di Figaro (The Marriage of Figaro)

The best loved of Mozart's Italian operas, a great comedy of class conflict and sexual intrigue.

Glyndebourne Festival Opera, 1994 (Gerald Finley, Alison Hagley, Renée Fleming, Andreas Schmidt, Marie-Ange Todorovich; conducted by Bernard Haitink)

Puccini's Tosca

Political intrigue, lust, and bloodshed amid the splendor of Rome – some call it a "shabby little shocker," others call it thrilling.

Vienna State Opera, 2019 (Sondra Radvanovsky, Piotr Beczala, Thomas Hampson; conducted by Marco Armiliato)

Mozart's Don Giovanni

Arguably the greatest retelling of the legend of Don Juan, with comedy, drama, and Mozart's glorious music.

Salzburg Festival, 1954 (Cesare Siepi, Otto Edelmann, Elisabeth Grümmer, Anton Dermota, Lisa della Casa, Erna Berger, Walter Berry Deszö Ernster; conducted by Wilhelm Furtwängler)

Puccini's Madama Butterfly

Puccini's iconic "Japanese tragedy." Controversial from a racial standpoint, but a tearjerker nonetheless, and the inspiration for the musical Miss Saigon.

Feature film, 1995 (Ying Huang, Richard Troxell, Ning Liang, Richard Cowan; conducted by James Conlon)

Rossini's Il Barbiere di Siviglia (The Barber of Seville)

The lighter and more madcap prequel to The Marriage of Figaro, known as the quintessential comic opera.

Vienna State Opera, 2019 (Rafael Fingerlos, Juan Diego Flórez, Margarita Gritskova, Paolo Rumetz, Sorin Coliban; conducted by Evelino Pidò)

Verdi's Rigoletto

A richly melodic tragedy of a hunchbacked jester, his daughter, a lecherous duke, and a self-fulfilling curse.

Studio film, 1982 (Ingvar Wixell, Luciano Pavarotti, Edita Gruberova; conducted by Riccardo Chailly)

[pedrifsx]

baby

richarlison x reader

warnings - pure smut, not even a plot. just smut, too horny for their own good, first time writing on here, head while he’s on call, very kinky.

“oi, querida, can you come here please?” he shouted from across their shared house, eyes glued to the game that him, emerson and neymar were playing.

“yeah, babe, what’s up?” you went up to the living room where he was manspreading all across the couch.

you stood, leaning against the doorframe waiting for him to answer. he paused his game and muted himself from the boys.

“hold on bros, lemme talk to the misses real quick,” he apologised quickly before taking off his headphones and placing them down on the coffee table.

“what do you want?” you say, quick and slurred as you look the kitchen, making sure you turned off the stove.

“just wondering what you were cooking,” he said giving you a innocent smile.

you scoffed, a little pisses wondering why he couldn’t have just walked over to the kitchen that was five meters away.

“you couldn’t have just went to the kitchen?” you shrugged, crossing your arms.

“on a game, i’m on my grind,” you smiled at the man.

his bare chest was put in the open with a necklace dangling from his neck that reached his chest.

“aren’t you cold? it’s like 3 degrees.” your eyebrows knitted together as you asked.

“nah, not really,” he replied, his eyes going to the computer screen, “okay that’s all, baby, you can go back to cooking.”

a quick okay left your mouth as a stood up straight and went back to the kitchen.

a couple of minutes later, the dish that you have been preparing was ready.

“richy!” you shouted once.

then again.

then again.

then the last time.

you went over to his office to find that he was still gaming while being on call with the boys, vini now joining. you knew because you heard the familiar voice of your step-brother.

“richarlison! i’ve been calling for you for about 5 minutes now, what are you doing?” you whisper-shouted at him.

it startled him a bit then he put one of the earbuds out of his ear.

“i’ll be there in 10 minutes, baby,” you scoffed at the man as he had the audacity to tell you that he would be down in another ten minutes.

you stood there biting your lip softly thinking about what you could do to catch his attention.

you walked over to his chair and rubbed his shoulders before bringing yourself up on his desk. your thighs spread out as you sat down.

“hello?” his voice hinting a bit of irritation, “can you move?”

and with his mean words, you kneeled down infront of him.

he didn’t really notice what you were doing until you removed his basketball shorts off of him.

“oi, what are you doing?” he laughed nervously as his steady hands stayed on the controler.

the next thing he knew, his boxers were below his knees leaving him fully naked. he groaned lowly, enough for you to hear as you smirked.

you took your mouth and kissed his shaft, his dick was now semi-hard.

he groaned once again occasionally looking down on you.

you licked his tip while both hands were rubbing the base.

he rubbed his eyes as you went lower down his hard cock.

“fuck- keep on going,” he groaned loudly.

“ai, o que é que foi isso?” neymar shouted from the mic making andrea smirk once again. she loved the feeling of suspense.

all of a sudden, he grabbed your head and bobbed it up and down roughly, like he was impatient.

“fuck,” he growled, “im close.”

you sucked him off violently, waiting for him to come.

he then shot his seed up your throat as you swallowed.

you pulled away with a string of saliva keeping you connected. he looked down at your kneeling self with his lustful eyes.

“pessoal, eu estou indo,” he quickly disconnected from the call with the boys and immediately looked at you, “you’re gonna get it.”

you smiled as if you were innocent. you hoisted yourself up on the desk once again.

he then lifted you up and supported you by clutching onto your ass whilst he smashed into your lips. all of this felt like a fever dream as he guided himself to your shared bedroom that outlooked the view of a busy london night.

he dropped you into the bed, still kissing your jawline.

“shit,” a moan escaped your lips as he sucked your neck, leaving a reddish-purple mark.

he then grasped on the hem of your shirt and with one swift movement took off the oversized t-shirt to reveal your slim body that was only covered by his favourite lingerie.

he slipped off the lacy black bra that you were wearing and straight after, his left hand matched with your left nipple. his fingers fiddled with your nipple while his mouth played with the other.

a whimper emitted out of your mouth as his hands traveled along your delicate body. his fingers soon found the straps of your thong.

he removed it and threw it across the floor landing on God knows where.

he grabbed both of your calves, spreading your legs apart and revealing your pulsating pussy.

“we’re you that impatient?” he asked, implying that you wanted him badly.

you couldn’t manage out a word so instead you moaned.

“speak,” he commanded, wanting you to tell him with your words.

“yes,” you whimpered, “need you to fuck me good.”

[f1amboyant]

I was tagged what feels like a million years ago by @f1-stuff (thank youuu ❤️ Sorry it took me so long to get to it 🤍)

Share a snippet of a current WIP!

I only have 2 WIPs at the moment (even though I have a looooot of ideas for other stuff), so here is a little snippet of a/b/o charlos 🫣

They don’t usually work out together. No, scratch that. They never work out together. It’s not that they actively avoid each other for one reason or another. It’s not because they’re Alpha and Omega. It’s just how it is. Andrea and Rupert train them with very different methods, in very different locations, at very different times, so Charles and Carlos never work out together.

Until they do.

It was bound to happen really. After all, they run in the same circle, work with the same team, go to the same location every race weekend. It was absolutely, undoubtedly, bound to happen, yet Charles never thought about it. If he had to put a thought to it, he would have said that yeah, of course he could work out next to Carlos. Why not? Because his teammate is an Omega? Come on. He’s not some mindless animal, he can control himself.

He can’t.

He absolutely undoubtedly can’t. One step inside the gym and he suddenly realizes his mistake. The sweet sweet scent of Omega, of Carlos, fills his lungs and all Charles’ blood runs south. He stumbles inside the room, dizzy with want and omegaomegaomega. His eyes jump from equipment to equipment until he finds him. Fuck.

Carlos is leaning down on one of the benches, lifting weights with strong and beautiful arms. Soft enticing groans escapes his mouth with every set. His feet lay flat on the floor and his thighs spread wide.

Charles cannot think straight.

“Okay, one more. Come on.”

The voice tears him out of his daze just enough to see Rupert, standing right beside Carlos, monitoring his driver like any trainer would do. Charles gets the sudden urge to growl and shove him away from Carlos, from the Omega.

Mine.

Fuck. That’s not good.

Flushed from head to toe, with a hard on he can barely conceal and a brain slowly leaking out of his ears, Charles leaves flees. He barricades himself into his room, jerks off in shame, then takes a shower and goes out for a run. He’ll train in the gym later (he’ll probably have to ask Andrea to find another gym entirely for him if he wants to get anything done).

This time, he actively avoids Carlos. His inner Alpha is screaming at him to get closer to the Omega of their dream, but no. Charles is a very good and very respectful Alpha. He knows to get away from the room and give him some privacy when Carlos’ hormones go haywire. Is he going into heat? Is that why his scent was so strong? Maybe. But Charles will not pry.

(He sometimes fantasizes about being with Carlos during one of his heats. In those shameful moments of pining, he gets so hard he can barely think straight and he pops his knot into his unfulfilling fist almost every single time, imagining someone else with him (Carlos)).

Is he in love with Carlos? Maybe.

Is he lusting over his teammate? Definitely. From quite some time now. Nothing can really happen between them though. They are teammates. That would be such a mess. And mostly, Carlos never said anything to indicate he would be interested too (Charles hasn’t said anything either) (Charles doesn’t count their constant touching) (Carlos is tactile with everyone, it doesn’t mean anything if he touches Charles a lot) (A LOT) (even if Charles wants it to mean something) (even if Charles’ skin blaze with every single contact and his heart hammers in his chest painfully wanting)

ANYWAY.

This is behind the point. The point is Charles is a good and respectful Alpha and he retreats to his room, trying not to bother Carlos.

Except, there’s a knock at the door and when Charles opens it, Carlos is right there, smelling like heatheatheatheat. Charles’ mouth waters so fast he might get dehydrated and die.

“You’re in heat,” Charles blurts out.

That explains the strong scent in the gym earlier. That explains the intoxicating sweetness permeating the air on Charles’ door step and slowly filling his lungs. Charles never actually smelled Carlos’ heat before but there’s no mistaking that particular scent.

Carlos raises an eyebrow.

“I know, cabrón. I just…” he trails off, looking for his words, voice ruff and a little unsure.

He scratches at his neck, like he often does while thinking and Charles’ eyes narrow down on the thick column of the exposed neck. He wants to BITE.

“Can I come in?”

“But you’re in heat. How…? How do you…? Why…?”

Charles doesn’t know how to end his sentence. His brain shut off and doesn’t seem to work properly anymore. When Carlos threads his fingers through his hair and sends a new wave of sweet sweet Omega in heat scent, Charles nearly collapses. Fuck.

“I know I usually spend my heats with Lando,” Carlos is saying, voice still a little raspy. “But he is not here. So can I stay with you?”

“I’m not Lando,” Charles answers immediately.

I’m not an Omega, he really wants to say. But he is dumb. Stupid. So so stupid.

“I know, cabrón.” Carlos laughs and that sweet sweet sound goes straight to Charles’ crotch. Fuuuuuck. “But I trust you. I need someone I can feel safe with. Please?”

[notchainedtotrauma]

and they think i was mean. some thought i was reckless and stupid. others considered me a joke. the truth was i was empty and couldn’t accept it. i didn’t accept it. i tried to fill myself with pleasure and felt betrayed because it didn’t work. i know in the story you will tell i am the betrayer, but i really believed i had nothing to give. and i gave all of it. rage and lust, i didn’t leave any of it inside.

from Dub: Finding Ceremony by Alexis Pauline Gumbs

Megan Thee Stallion in the visuals to Cobra directed by Douglas Bernardt

Dominique Fisback as Andrea “Dre” Greene in Swarm produced by Donald Glover, Janine Jabers as the executive producers

[klayr-de-gall]

The Gilded Waves

By @psyleedee

Pairing: Castiel/Dean Winchester, Andrea Kormos/Benny Lafitte

Tags: Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Alpha Dean Winchester, Omega Castiel (Supernatural), Alternate Universe - Pirate, Alternate Universe - FantasyCrimes & Criminals, Thief Castiel (Supernatural), Prostitute Castiel (Supernatural), True Mates, Fluff and Angst, Miscommunication, Enemies to Lovers, Love at First Sight, Scent Marking, Dom/sub Undertones, Smut, Anal Sex, Knotting, Canon-Typical Violence, Murder Husbands, Breeding, Older Dean Winchester, Young Castiel (Supernatural), Dark Past, Past Child Abuse, Past Sexual Abuse, Past Rape/Non-con, Hurt/Comfort, Falling In Love, Implied Mpreg, Bottom Castiel/Top Dean Winchester, Twink Castiel (Supernatural), Rough Sex, Semi-Public Sex, Final Battle, Minor Character Death, Action & Romance, Rogue Castiel (Supernatural)

Summary:

Dean Winchester was a living-legend; a threat mothers scared their pups with if they misbehaved, undisputed king of the seas: the most dangerous alpha-pirate to exist. Dean lived by food, blood, and sex. And nothing could ever change that, until one fine night, when one, cheeky little omega dancer stole his heart away for once and evermore, and right then was when Dean Winchester was truly, deeply gone. From a lustful heathen to a gentle romantic, it was love at first sight. Not to mention the tempting curves, the sinful voice, and that aprhrodisiac of a scent that drove Dean wild to no extent.

But Castiel wasn't your ordinary prostitue. Not by the tiniest chance.

Castiel was a living-legend; a threat people scared alphas with. Known to be the chief of the most wicked, clever, and underground bandit-gang whose mission was to rid the world of useless, abusive, brutish alphas.

Castiel cannot love Dean; he isn't allowed to.

But love— it finds a way, doesn't it?

[read on Ao3]

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@psyleedee’s and mine entry for the DCBB2022 event, by @deancasbigbang!

I had an absolute blast creating art for this story! The pirate theme had me in it's grasp from the absolute start, and the Story absolutely delivered! Make sure to check it out!!

Thank you for being such an amazing partner @psyleedee! It was great working with you! 💙💙💙

[mirandyficlists]

Hard-core smut, please😭

Hey Nonnie

Gee get straight to it huh? LOL

Okay, here are the links for several already posted lists that will qualify. And after the links keep scrolling to get a further list of PWP smut.

Bestest

XVNot15

PWP 

(Might be either Plot? What Plot?  Or Porn with plot.  Basically hot sweaty snugglebunnies)

#34 by f_femslash  drabble -fic deleted but I have it.

5 Drabbles about Andy's Favorite Sex Toys by jaws_of_fenrir - afro_dyte?  Deleted but I have it.

12 Minutes by Zos  https://archiveofourown.org/works/17422376

17th Floor Going Down by worstliarever  https://worst-liar-ever.livejournal.com/1722.html

A Clean Break by Fictorium https://archiveofourown.org/works/250612

A Fly on the Wall by Pantone462 https://archiveofourown.org/works/8706967

A Minor Setback by Ubiquitousmixie https://archiveofourown.org/works/1616144

A Novel Idea by Ubiquitousmixie https://archiveofourown.org/works/1616096

A Slip of the Wrist by Scarlettscribble https://www.fanfiction.net/s/4462691/1/A_Slip_of_The_Wrist

Adjustments by thefutilitarian  https://www.fanfiction.net/s/5874963/1/Adjustments

All Work and no Play by Elder_queer https://archiveofourown.org/works/584628

Angry by Elfjet  https://archiveofourown.org/works/14391420

Anything by Shyboots  Deleted but I have it.

B is for Bitch and Birken by quencher https://queencher.livejournal.com/945.html

Bedroom Confidential by Grdnofevrything https://grdnofevrythng.livejournal.com/196690.html

Bewitched, Bothered and Bewildered by Blue eyed Devil https://blue-eyed-devil.livejournal.com/18444.html#cutid1

Call Me Andy by GrrrIliketigers https://archiveofourown.org/works/746194

Christmas Fic Exchange by air_one 23 https://air-one-23.livejournal.com/

Collision Course by Fictorium https://dvlwears-prada.livejournal.com/1913519.html#cutid1

Come Andrea by Colleen  Deleted but I have the fic.

Common Reaction by Gardnofevrything https://grdnofevrythng.livejournal.com/195241.html

Dare by lady orleans  https://dvlwears-prada.livejournal.com/1796475.html#cutid1

Degrees of Naked by ficburd https://ficburd.livejournal.com/1923.html

Fedora by chillyflame  https://archiveofourown.org/works/5675290

Foodfight  by miconi  Deleted but I have the fic.

Heat  by Fembuck  Deleted but I have the fic.

Hot Hot Heat by Mira Cohen  https://www.fanfiction.net/s/4548739/1/%3Cb%3EHot%3C_b%3E_%3Cb%3EHot%3C_b%3E_%3Cb%3EHeat%3C_b%3E

I Said No Foam  by bellavita  Deleted but I have the fic.

Improvisations by Ubiquitousmixie  https://archiveofourown.org/works/1649000

In Front of the Fire by kosmos8 https://kosmos8.livejournal.com/3058.html

Kissable Lips by Grdnofevrything https://grdnofevrythng.livejournal.com/184278.html

  2. I’ll Be Yours by Grdnofevrything  https://grdnofevrythng.livejournal.com/185442.html

Long Hot Summer by pinguissexy https://pinguissexy.livejournal.com/2848.html#cutid1

Lost in Delaware by Sporkmetender  https://archiveofourown.org/works/1915359

Lust by MirandaMeryl  https://mirandameryl.livejournal.com/19431.html

Melting the Ice Queen by Blue-eyed Devil  https://dvlwears-prada.livejournal.com/206231.html#cutid1

Midnight Desire by Pureecstasy6 https://dvlwears-prada.livejournal.com/1646085.html#cutid1

On a Tear at the Beach by Quiethearted  https://www.fanfiction.net/s/6861897/1/On-A-Tear-At-The-Beach

Pillow Talk by Eshusplayground  https://archiveofourown.org/works/16843723

Pining by Outuendo  https://dvlwears-prada.livejournal.com/523809.html#cutid1

Plaything by fanchiction  https://fanchiction.livejournal.com/7256.html#cutid1

Possession by Loganwolfe http://www.ralst.com/PossessionDWP.HTM

Pushing Desire by frenchflotus  https://www.fanfiction.net/s/5839911/1/Pushing_Desire

Pushing Her Buttons by Telanu  https://archiveofourown.org/works/750421

Ravenous  by ellenm https://archiveofourown.org/works/319392

Risky Business by Elder_queer  https://archiveofourown.org/works/1373971

Seven and a Half Minutes by The Raven https://archiveofourown.org/works/25689700

Smart Little Mouth  by ubiquitousmixie  https://archiveofourown.org/works/1616072

Sweet Like Chocolate by Scarlettscribble  https://www.fanfiction.net/s/4553399/1/

Too Hot To Handle  by Polgaria  https://www.fanfiction.net/s/12052056/1/Too-Hot-To-Handle

Uninvited by Ubiquitousmixie  https://archiveofourown.org/works/1616192

Untitled by Helebette https://helebette.livejournal.com/3970.html#cutid1

When You Whistle by chillyflame  https://archiveofourown.org/works/5675191

Winning the War by Sporkmetender  https://archiveofourown.org/works/1916313

Yes You Make Me Wet by Wiser_dacshund  https://dvlwears-prada.livejournal.com/1107831.html#cutid1

You Give Me Fever by Sydney Redfield  Deleted but I have it.

[endlich-allein]

31 Days Idol Challenge : Till Lindemann

Day 30 — Putting on make-up

LIFAD Tour © Frédéric Batier source 1 / source 2 / source 3

Reise Reise Tour Backstages © Frédéric Batier source

Lindemann Tour 2020 © Matthias Matthies source

Made in Germany Tour USA © Andreas Mühe source

Zick Zack mv make-up timelapse source

Make-up by Beatrice source

Bonus : Du Riechst So Gut 98' making of / Keine Lust making of / Praise Abort making of / Alle Tag Ist Kein Sonntag making of