#Raphaëlle Red

[donacienpingoin]

《 Raphaël and Asmodeus 》♡

In denial, Aziraphale named himself Azure at first, to sound angelic. Of course he tempted by accident, after that, he changed his name with Asmodeus, proud of his demon glutony status.

[trbotunnel]

la jigue des errants

[sadcambion]

They'll be all you remember.

Raphaël x f!Tav (reader) x Haarlep

TW: Questionable consent (The reader is under substance), rough sex

You were in a large luxurious red four-poster bed. Your mind was fuzzy, you remembered nothing. Your pussy was hot, sore, a warm, creamy substance flowed between your legs.

The little mouse, wanting to outsmart the cat, went to the fox. But the fox was not what he claimed to be.

And whatever you wanted to do when you came here, you seemed to have failed miserably.

You were nothing but a sex-hungry thing, seeking to be defiled. Haarlep’s voice spoke triumphantly, a smirk on the face. He was lying on the bed next to your amorphous form on the bed.

"Well, I wonder what face Raphael will make when he sees his little mouse here, so desperate…"

You don’t know who you are. You don’t know what this place is. You don’t know anything. Haarlep has poisoned your mind, his saliva has a phenomenal effect on you. Your misty eyes faintly rise towards his. You’ve been used so much in the last few hours...

"Raphael? Who is he?"

The smile of the incubus grows. He seems to delight to see you in this pitiful state.

"You know him pretty well, little mouse."

This nickname awakens something in you, but your mind in limbo is not able to remember … A shiver runs through your spine.

"I do not remember…"

Your body, still trembly , is trying softly to get closer to the incubus. It seems that he was not dead-handed with his aphrodisiac… He stops you, his claws gently sticking into the soft skin of your wrist.

"He’ll be here any second, sweetie, you better keep some for him… he’s very possessive with you, you know."

Another chill runs through your body, you’re so exposed and vulnerable, oozing from Haarlep’s seed. Obviously, you are not aware of the danger, the risks. You’re just a cock-thirsty thing and your body is hot with desire despite your exhaustion. You don’t protest when Haarlep stops you.

Somewhere in your mind you try to remember your name, you also try to remember who Raphael is. But nothing, your head is like an empty shell.

A man arrives, his complexion is tanned, his eyes brown, brown hair, he is dressed richly. He looks at you raising an eyebrow, the rest of his expression was indecipherable when seeing you in this bed, naked with his incubus, completely ravaged. He approaches, his calm steps betrayed no emotions. He looks at Haarlep, his eyes fixed on you.

"What’s she doing here?"

He was looking at you, his eyes slightly surprised masked by his neutral expression. This thing… It wasn’t Tav, it wasn’t you.

Haarlep is smirking as you look at the two men, you are lost in the wave in your spirit.

"Our little thief seems to have failed..."

He frowns. Of course, what else would you do here? You had nothing to do here. He is both mad with rage when hearing that you had come to him to steal his hammer and also mad with rage that you fell into the claws of Haarlep. Nevertheless, he will use this to his advantage. He looks at you, you perceive a mad anger in his eyes but also regret. You do not understand. Who is this man? Why is he looking at you like this? Raphael speaks slowly, calmly, despite the rage that is boiling in him.

"I never thought you’d fall so low, Tav."

"I don’t understand, what have I done?"

You look up at the man, seemingly indifferent to being naked in front of him, full of incubus sperm. Haarlep observes in silence, contemplating your rather wide hips and your bouncy buttocks. 

You don’t remember anything, but something in your mind, something far away screams to you that this situation is not normal, that you shouldn’t like it. Raphael look hardly Haarlep.

"Why did you drug her?"

Haarlep smiles, it’s a bit provocative considering the sharp look of Raphael. The incubus sigh before leaning towards you, his lips hovering over yours.

"Master... isn’t it better when she’s totally malleable? So eager..."

He speaks softly, his voice being lewd. He crushes his lips on yours, all in front of his master. It makes its tongue penetrate into your mouth, its saliva sending you again tingling in the lower abdomen. You kiss him greedily, lost in the throes of pleasure. He drugs you a little more every second of the kiss... His tongue plays with yours.

He finally retreats, before looking at Raphael.

"See? Isn’t that better? She wants more..."

Raphael looks at the contemptuous creature who has just kissed his little mouse while undressing gently. It is clear that his intentions are just as sinful as those of Haarlep. You feel like you’re going crazy wet when you see that man you can’t remember, naked. The devil smiles wickedly looking at your quivering body of desir. You have nothing of that woman he respected. You just looked like a whore.

It takes its shape of cambion before your misty eyes, empty of all emotion, except excitement. He climbs on the bed, his hands touching your throat and breasts. Your red nipples have been hard for so long. Raphael seems to think at something.

"Mh.. When she is fully conscious, she will face her actions. But while waiting..."

He smiled ominously, his two hands pressing your breasts as you begin to moan, they were sensitive and painful because of the many solicitations of Haarlep.

"While waiting why not enjoy what I have at hand... That’s the least you can do, isn’t it, little mouse?"

Again this nickname... But you are too in the mist to raise the threat of his words. You don’t remember him, but he seems less fun than Haarlep. He seems more sneaky, more sinister. More... Diabolical.

Once again, your mind is screaming that nothing like this is normal.

"I did nothing. No?"

He laughs insidiously before turning you on your stomach, your soft body can do nothing to prevent it, and anyway you don’t want it, you want it, you want to be soiled by his demonic sperm, you want to feel his cock spread yours walls to their limits. He raises your hips, your ass in the air, fully exposed. Your pussy drips on the sheets.

"Oh, trust me, when I’m done having fun with you, you’ll remember..."

At the same time Haarlep who obviously hasn’t had enough of you is kneeling in front of your face, his length again hard, proudly erect.

Raphael positions himself behind you, the tip of his sex against your hole already mistreated and degoulinant of your juice and that of the incubus. You moan weakly at the sensation, Words try to come out of your mouth but Haarlep does not wait and pushes his cock in, making you silent.

You tighten the sheets under you, on your knees. Raphael also seems to be tired of being patient and he enters you in a hard and deep push by seizing your hips. Most of your screams are muffled against the cock of the incubus and unlike Raphael’s sloppy and angry blows, Haarlep is sweeter, at least, as much as he can be.

You feel the hard length of the devil entering deep within you. Your walls already dirty and already irritated because of the previous assaults tighten as a protest but given your muffled moaning and your buttocks which rise even more to allow him to take you deeply, it is clear that you want that. Your empty, drugged mind wants this. 

It violently hits your cervix and you almost bite Haarlep, the sensation makes you crazy. You can hear the cambion giggling behind you as the incubus grabs your hair hard, pumping his cock further down your throat. Haarlep speaks softly, between some moaning.

"Don’t bite, keep being a good girl for me..."

At the same time, the devil whose wings cast a sinister shadow on your naked and mistreated body plunders you relentlessly, hitting your collar to hurt you. It’s too deep, too strong, and you can smell it despite Haarlep’s aphrodisiac saliva.

The incubus holds your hair firmly and a trickle of saliva flows down your chin.

In the midst of the two evil creatures, you look like a wreck.

Your body trembles and almost begins to convulse, you can no longer, your body is hot. You are overstimulated on all sides and struggling.. And yet you still want it. Your hand slips between your legs to start rubbing your clitoris. Raphael firmly grasps your wrist, stopping you as you feel his cock throbbing in your warm walls, it is still against your cervix...

"You are really insatiable..."

He forcefully tightens your wrist with one hand and you feel that it will leave you bruises. At the sight of Haarlep’s soft moaning he also seems close, the tip of her sex rubbing your throat. Your throat hurts you. Your pussy too. You hear Raphael panting from time to time.

You feel them filling you simultaneously. Raphael’s burning seed was landing directly in your womb already so full because of Haarlep. Your orgasm strikes at the same time, imprisoning his cock in you, tears of pleasure bead at the corner of your eyes and Haarlep firmly holds your head, forcing you to swallow his precious seed while he ends up grunting.

Haarlep retreats, his body still quivering slightly while Raphael remains anchored deep inside you. His clawed hand goes through your messy hair, almost affectionately despite the circumstances and his hoarse voice is full of dark promises, you will not get away with it.

"Enjoy my dear, the rest will not be as pleasant..."

No, you shouldn’t like it, it’s wrong, so wrong, and yet... you find yourself wanting to be the whore of the devil and Haarlep.

[discodeerdiary]

Hi my name is Raphaël Ambrosius Costeau  and I have brown hair with white streaks and red muttonchops that reach to my mustache and brown eyes like weeping rust and a lot of people tell me I look like Guillaume le Million (AN: if u don't know who he is get da hell out of here!). 

[artthatgivesmefeelings]

Raphaël (Raffaello Sanzio) (Italian, 1483-1520) The Sacrifice at Lystra for the Sistine Chapel, ca.1515-16 The apostles Paul and Barnabas continue their mission in the city of Lystra (now Hatunsaray in modern Turkey), where the inhabitants mistake them for pagan gods and, following their tradition, prepare to offer them a sacrifice. Paul, wearing his red tunic, and Barnabas, standing behind him, heal a lame man who is then able to walk. Witnessing this miracle, the city's inhabitants mistake Paul for the god Hermes (corresponding to the Roman god Mercury) and Barnabas for Zeus (corresponding to the Roman god Jupiter) and prepare a sacrifice to honour them. Following their beliefs, the people of Lystra start preparing a sacrifice to honour the two apostles. A man with an axe, at the centre, prepares to strike a bull before the altar; on the left St Paul turns away from the sacrifice in disapproval and tears his robe in anger, while Barnabas prays for the crowd to stop (Acts 14:8-18).

[talonabraxas]

The Rose Cross Talon Abraxas symbol of the heart chakra in full bloom When the spirit enters a human body it takes up a cross, the cross of matter, the synthesis of the four elements. There is not much point in wearing crosses round our necks or putting up crosses in churches and cemeteries if we fail to understand that it is humans themselves who are the cross. Man is the cross, and it is this cross that we must work with.

We often associate the cross in our minds with death and negation and that is a mistake for, when the spirit enters into the cross, it becomes the beginning of life. When an Initiate prays he faces towards the four cardinal points of the universe in turn, thus marking the sign of the cross to show that his spirit is about to work on matter.

What it means to cross oneself Each of the cardinal points is ruled by an Archangel: in the East is Mikhaël, in the West Gabriel, in the North Uriel and in the South Raphaël. This rite of turning to face the four cardinal points before praying has been perpetuated in the Christian religion in the form of the Sign of the Cross.

When a Christian touches their forehead, their solar plexus, their left and then their right shoulder with the fingers of their right hand, saying ‘In the name of the Father and of the Son and of the Holy Spirit, Amen’, they are communicating with the four dimensions of space, the matter on which their thought and love are about to work.

The Rose Cross is the symbol of the perfect human being The Rosicrucian symbol consists of a red rose in the centre of a cross. The rose represents the heart, the full flowering of the heart chakra in man, seen as the sublimation of the cross. This chakra can only be made to blossom by love, the colour and fragrance of which are those of the rose. This is why the Rose Cross is the symbol of an Initiate who has worked so diligently at his own nature that Christ’s love, the divine love that transforms and gives life to matter, has flowered within him.

One who walks in the way of Christ becomes a Rosicrucian even if their name never appears in the membership records of the Society. The rose at the centre of the cross, therefore, is the perfect human being whose heart chakra is in full blossom --Omraam Mikhaël Aïvanhov

[jean-dieu]

Smash or Pass: OC Edition!

Tagged by @arendaes & @dragonologist-phd !

And of course, here's Raphaël! Hellspawn tiefling, he/him, bisexual, Sarenite Inquisitor (or Ranger with a Cleric dedication in 2e)

Bad anger issues but trying to improve

Devouted his life to Sarenrae

Not very vocal, act of services > all

GREEN FLAGS : Invested in his relationships, caring, kind, an excellent listener, sincere, really trying his best to make it work, protective, passionate, soft and furry uwu

RED FLAGS : Terrible temper, impatient, cold and distant, judgemental, a zealot, need to heal and get better before allowing physical touch, needs CONSTANT reassurance

[swayziiwriter]

Handprints | Raphaël Varane

summary: some said jealousy was a disease, but if jealousy had Raphaël leaving handprints all over your body? you were willing to catch it.

WARNING: 18+, sexual content

Raphael ran his palm against your flushed back before landing another harsh slap to your ass. You body jolted slightly, the area becoming red with his handprints as he continued to massage the soft skin.You let out a small moan as he slipped a finger into your juicy pussy, aching to be around his cock.

You were a mess, hair down and messy, your evening gown discarded of a while before. Raphael wasn't stopping any time soon with his punishments. And as twisted as it sounded, you didn't want him to stop. It started off all so innocent, you were at a charity banquet when you ran into an old friend, Nick. You were simply catching up on the past years of your life until Raphael came to your side, insisting that you come with him immediately.

"Oh he was not!" You continued raising your voice. "Please y/n don't take me as a fool, he wanted to fuck you right there" Raphael escalated. "We were just catching up for fucks sake" you yelled, causing the room to go silent as Raphael stopped spewing out returning arguments.

Raphael was the jealous type. While some would find it insufferable, you found it to be one of his best qualities. His jealousy towards any man that came just a bit too close to you was extremely hot. You had made Raphael aware of these feelings, letting him have his way with you in return for getting him so riled up. He was rough, just how you liked it.

Your breathing was uneven, your body becoming sore from the marks left on your ass. Your face was burning, cheeks hot as Raphael brought a hand to your throat from behind you. He was moving you into dogsy position, just how you liked it.

His grip on your neck as firm, only bringing you pleasure as he snaked his free hand down to your hip bringing you closer to his body. His hard cock was sprung against your ass, twitching slightly as precum covered the tip.

"Your ass is gonna be different shades of red by the time I'm done with you" Raphael cooed, his raspy voice sending shivers down your entire naked body. Your hands clung to the pillows at the top of the bed as you positioned your body to be as straight as possible, arching your back slightly. "Fuck me Raph, make me yours" you taunted, testing the limits.

Raphael let out a dry chuckle before thrusting into your harshly, shutting you up swiftly. You let a pornographic moan, shutting your eyes as Raphael built up his pace. His back shots were all consuming, you were whining under him begging for more. He filled you to the brim, making sure you were taking everything he was giving. Raphael drilled his cock into your pussy mercilessly. Your satisfied moans and screams were vindication enough for him.

Everything about sex with him was hot. The way his cock deliciously filled you was irreplaceable. No man could have you falling apart at their mercy like he had you. He could've asked you for anything right now and you would've said yes he was fucking you so good. Every back shot bringing you closer to letting go all over his cock. Raphael kept his grip on your neck, tightening with even harder thrust. "So fucking tight, all for me" Raphael groaned, bringing his hand from your waist to slap your ass, leaving you completely cock drunk.

The sound of his cock drilling into your core was lucid, absolutely filthy. The echoing sound of skin slapping was turning you on even more. Your body was begging for a release, clinging for dear life as Raphael only continued. "Mhm, I'm so close" you managed to moan, now completely laid flat on the bed as you couldn't hold yourself up anymore.

"Want you to cum all over my cock" Raphael replied, increasing his thrusts into you. He was pounding into you, you were ruined. "Cum inside me" you moaned out half dazed. "Whatever you want mon cherie" Raphael responded. Raphael moved your body slightly up until he reached your g-spot, your legs were shaking as he finally hit that delicious spot inside of you.

You came undone all over his cock, gushing your juices all over his pulsing member. "Don't stop, don't stop" was all you could manage as your eyes rolled to the back of your head. Raphael managed to ride your through your high before letting go. Cummimg inside of you, you moaned at the feeling of his warm seed coating the inside of your walls.

You felt like collapsing, your whole body aching as Raphael had completely fucked you out without a care. But you loved it, a week without his rough touch had you feeling starved, craving his dominance.

[stevespookington]

Ted Lasso S3E6, Sunflowers. A friendly match takes the team to Amsterdam, where one night out unlocks truths for many.

Or, from sunflowers to Wilde to Whitman to Van Gogh and back to sunflowers once again.

Her Voice

"Oscar and sunflowers are a valid conjunction because perhaps no figure in history has been associated with a single flower as closely as Oscar Wilde was associated with the sunflower in 1882, when he visited the flower’s native America for the entire year." (Oscar Wilde’s Reception in Kansas and the Sunflower Soirée)

"Manufacturers of household items such as wallpaper, paint, and thread created thousands of business cards depicting Wilde in a variety of poses and postures, typically with sunflowers and lilies, the flowers that became his hallmark — he became known as 'The Sunflower Apostle.'" (The Wilde Woman and the Sunflower Apostle: Oscar Wilde in the United States)

Wilde has been mentioned in relation to Ted Lasso before in this interview with James Lance.

Regarding Oscar Wilde, is there any work of his that you would like to be in, any plays or any of the stories of his or even like a you know biographical thing — anything of his that you would like to to be involved in?

I don’t know — all I know is that the most interesting bit of Oscar Wilde’s material that I’ve read so far is the transcript to the court case, the trial, when he got sentenced. I think his last words were as he was walking out the door, “Is there nothing more I can say,” as he was being shunted downstairs for two years hard labor, which was ultimately kind of a death sentence.

Which is the interview that gave us:

In addition, there is a program of one of Wilde's plays in the Van Gogh Museum.

Theatre programme for Raphaël by Romain Coolus and Salomé by Oscar Wilde (Théâtre de l'Oeuvre, 11 February 1896) in the Van Gogh Museum, Amsterdam. In Sunflowers, there will be many truths unlocked.

“The truth is rarely pure and never simple.” ― Oscar Wilde, The Importance of Being Earnest

No reporters were invited to witness the meeting between Whitman and Wilde. This was a strange choice for two dandyish men who loved self-promotion, but it was a canny one: they would each give separate interviews afterwards, and double the attention they received. In the two hours they’d spent together, both said they’d had a very pleasant time. “One of the first things I said was that I should call him ‘Oscar,’“ Whitman told a reporter afterwards. “’I like that so much,’ he answered, laying his hand on my knee. He seemed to me like a great big, splendid boy.” When Wilde Met Whitman. (and also, A Wilde and Whitman One Night Stand?)

'"Be Curious, Not Judgmental" ― (Not) Walt Whitman. Quoted by Ted during the dart game in season 1.

All is Truth.

In 1888, Vincent Van Gogh wrote of Whitman in a letter, “He sees in the future, and even in the present, a world of healthy, carnal love, strong and frank- of friendship- of work- under the great starlit vault of heaven a something of which after all one can only call God- and eternity in it’s place above this world.” (Traces of Whitman in Van Gogh’s “The Starry Night”)

Sunflowers, study (F377), Oil on canvas, 21 x 27 cm, Van Gogh Museum, Amsterdam.

Venus False Sunflower has masses of beautiful yellow daisy flowers with gold eyes at the ends of the stems from early summer to mid fall, which are most effective when planted in groupings. The flowers are excellent for cutting. Its serrated oval leaves remain green in color throughout the season.

Many consider Sundance Kid to be the oldest dwarf sunflower. The small plant reaches a maximum of two feet, and it has semi-double leaves that are red and yellow, with a small brown disc in the middle. Sundance Kid flowers early and is easy to grow. It continues to flower longer than most sunflowers, allowing you to enjoy the beauty they add to your home for a longer time.

“The sunflower is mine in a way.” ― Vincent van Gogh

[rockwgooglyeyes]

hi rock, random question time again!

do you have a favorite character of all time? if so, who? (if not, who's high up on the list?)

hello cast my buddy my pal my good friend it’s lovely to see you. i spent an embarrassing amount of time on this. like two hours (though that was my choice)

okay so i’ll admit there aren’t many characters to me that stand out amongst the rest of my favorites as the pinnacle of a rock fav so i’ve just compiled a list of characters that are my favorites from their respective media

alhaitham (genshin impact)

astrid (astrid et raphaëlle)

bea (pokemon)

carmen sandiego (netflix carmen sandiego show)

clara (honkai star rail)

ivan (alien stage)

hamlet

helly (severance)

henry fox (red white n royal blue)

hyuna (alien stage)

nico di angelo (pjo)

n (pokemon)

marceline the vampire queen (adventure time)

marcille (dungeon meshi)

zuko (avatar the last airbender)

if you wanna know the why on any of them lmk im happy to yap

[andersssandrew]

Liam & the vampire Raphaël for #OCtober with this palette

The tentacles represent the grip Raphael has on Liam, who is naked, then vulnerable. The pose again is more a grip than a hug. Raphael has blood on his lips, it reminds he is dangerous (like the red dominant color on him seems to say too)

[akesdraws-blog]

💤Type of unveiling 💤

Today is Christmas morning and surely everyone is excited opening the presents that are hidden under the tree, it is exciting right?

But the party the night before Christmas Eve was also exciting, so much so that surely many will have a great hangover or will simply be awake.

⭕Clarifications: I handle the boys as adults, so there will be some swearing and insinuations of alcoholic beverages. ⭕

⭕If you don't like to see this type of content you are free to ignore it.⭕

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🧡Michelangelo 🧡

Our party boy and life of the party.

He will surely be the typical friend that you found asleep on the floor the next day.

This boy danced until his legs and throat couldn't take it anymore.

And with a few drinks on him he became Romeo for a second.

Much of the flirting went directly to Abril and her partner.

The next morning he just wanted to be one with the bed.

He felt that he was crushed by the Garbage Truck.

And his throat hurt terribly from having sung so much last night.

He will stay the rest of the afternoon asleep in his bed, because there will be no human power to wake him up.

♥️Raphaël♥️

This man was the one who did shot competition at the party with Casey and Verns, he really thought it was a good idea to hang out at the time.

Although he drunk he became as much a party boy as Mikey, he laughed at whatever he put up.

The grich?, Who was that?, He was the big good-natured red at that moment, he was big and red.

It makes sense, right?

Strangely there weren't that many fights with Leo that night.

The next morning he had the most annoying hangover he could feel.

He just grunted back, his head was exploding and there was no aspirin to help soothe his poor head.

He oddly enough he remembers everything, but he wishes he didn't.

He just wants to watch TV with the lowest possible volume and if he manages to fall asleep even better.

💙Leonardo💙

The leader really lost his self-control after a couple of drinks. (His brothers poured any alcoholic beverage into his tea while he was unaware)

Seeing the leader shake his butt to any song was once in a lifetime.

How is it that a turtle was able to do a perfect twerking?!

He started cleaning the dojo when his head was up to the clouds

He forgot almost everyone's name and only called them by a few nicknames.

Raph ≠ Red Grumpy

Mikey ≠ Lord Pizzas

Donnie ≠ Purple Raccoon

Casey ≠ Friday the 13th

April ≠ Jogo-sha

Vern ≠ He held

The next morning he did not remember anything and did not even remember to drink anything

Leo swore that he only drank tea (his brothers were silent not to say anything)

Anything bothered the leader, so he will stay in his room in complete darkness to meditate. (In the end he fell asleep while he was meditating)

💜Donatello💜

He started drinking just because he was playing with the drinks, mixing them so much that he ended up creating a booze bomb.

He became so talkative that no one could shut him up, he just kept quiet to continue drinking.

Karaoke was the Kingdom of him that night, because the microphone never left his hand.

He sang while Leo danced, it was a great show for everyone.

The only language of his was insults at that time.

How the hell did he insult Raph with an equation?!

The next morningIf you wanted to keep all your members, it was best not to bother him.

He was so sleepy and had such a headache that anything irritated him easily.

He stayed in his laboratory not because it was comfortable, but because he activated a security system that if someone entered the system, they would fly out of the place with electro shocks.

A hungover donnie was a danger to whoever he was.

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@post-apocalyptic-daydream . @turtle-babe83 . @turtlesmakemehappy . @dilucsflame33 . @thelaundrybitch . @scholastic-dragon .

[trbotunnel]

me when i am french and an idiot

[sadcambion]

The wrath of the devil.

Raphaël x Reader/f!Tav. It's just porn with no plot.

TW : extremely questionable consent, angry sex

The half-devil is angry. You hear Raphael growling furiously. You know you’d better stay away from him when he’s in this state, but the way he looks at you clearly means he won’t let you out of this room. Originally he is not angry with you. No, originally he is angry with Mephistopheles. His dear father wants to prevent him from fulfilling his dearest wish, to become the supreme archdevil of the nine hell. He even sent him a gift to calm him down in his quest, a gift. An incubus. Raphael was a power-hungry cambion and he would not let an incubus distract him from his plans. He would not let anyone, and certainly not his father, stand in his way. As soon as possible he would send that incubus back to his father.

But in the meantime, he looks at you, the little mortal at his service. You never knew why Raphael keep you at the house of Hope. He never showed you love or tenderness, except on rare occasions. Raphael was a ruthless master and you often performed missions for him when he didn’t fuck you. The rumbling voice of the cambion rose in the room.

"On your knees, little mouse."

You say nothing and there is nothing to answer. You get closer to him. You know him and in this kind of situation you know that if you do not want to end up with broken bones you must obey him. You kneel in front of him and your knees touch the soft carpet.

He does not bother to be soft, his pants fall down and you see his hardness stand in front of your face. It grabs your hair so that you take his cock in your mouth. You suffocate a gasp around its length and you feel your nauseous reflex activate. Too rough and too deep in your throat. He doesn’t take care of you and you feel his claws on your scalp. He doesn’t push them in, not yet. Your mouth looks almost too small around his cock. He fucks your mouth pulling your hair. His grip, his violence is in the image of his anger.

Your pale hands cling to his thighs and you moan around him as you seem to choke. You don’t enjoy it, it’s too brutal, too violent for you. But you’re used to it, he’s already done that. You’re his thing after all. All he needs is to let off steam. Tears run down your cheeks, you hurt because of his grip, he doesn’t give you time to breathe while he hits you in the throat. You feel your hands almost sink into the red skin of his thighs and you struggle to keep air in your brain.

He is the devil, the son of Mephistopheles, prince of Hell and future archdevil, obviously he is ruthless with you. He knows he can do anything he wants with you. Use you and throw you away once he’s done.

At the same time, he moves his hips synchronizing the movements of your head and you hear him sigh with pleasure. His sex throbs in your mouth, it’s on the edge, you know, you feel it.

But at the last moment, Raphaël repels you and under the blow of surprise you fall on the back on the carpet. You make a big noise, the air enters your lungs again and your cheeks are streaked with tears, your lips are red and swollen. He seems satisfied with this view, but you still perceive a dull rage in his eyes. You breathe in a jerky way. He always hard.

He snaps his fingers, you’re in a bed, his bed. And you’re naked like the day you were born. Your body is so tempting to him, your skin is so pale, without a scar, he wants to mark you, and he will eventually do it. He looks at your breasts as they rise and fall in the sandstone of your breathing and it seems that you still haven’t taken your breath completely. Your nipples point, so tempting and provocative.

You see that he is also completely naked. Without losing a moment, he crawls on you. Your voice is hoarse, trembling because of what just happened, and what’s going to happen.

"Raphael…"

"Shut up."

His voice is cold, full of anger. His wings overhang you and his tail beats furiously. His face is cold and it’s clear he won’t back down. Even if you say no, even if you don’t want to. And you know that if you say one more word, he will bleed your immaculate pale skin.

You belong to him.

You feel his tall hands grab your thighs and spread them, the tip of his claws sinks into your skin without piercing it. It seems to hold back so as not to ravage you and tear you to pieces. The tip of his cock is positioned against your entrance and he leans over you to kiss you while he penetrates you. You moan brutally. It’s big, it’s too much, and he didn’t prepare you. It hurts. It’s a soft suffering. You love these sexual relations as much as you hate them.

The kiss is not sweet, it is brutal, messy. His tongue enters your mouth in a sloppy manner. He puts his dominion over you, he shows you that here he is the master, he commands, not you. Her hips begin to move, slowly, as if out of pity for your suffering. He feels merciful for this short time, after all, you’re just a mortal, you don’t have his resistance. But you know this slow pace won’t last.

He breaks the kiss and grabs your thighs harder. You’d almost feel his sharp claws pierce your epidermis. Blood flows, little drop by little drop. Your walls are narrow, tight. And it makes him gasp. You moan strongly when you feel it at the bottom, against your cervix. He moves faster, we hear the sound of the skin that collides in a unholy dance. The ridges of her thick sex rubs places in you that are pleasurable and you feel the pleasure rise. You can’t stop the shrill, hoarse moaning coming out of your throat mistreated. His movments is hard and relentless as he hits your cervix every time. Your hands squeeze the sheets and your eyes close under the intensity of the sensations.

One of his hands leaves your thighs to grip you hard in the chin, he gives a violent blow of the pelvis which rips you another moan.

"Look at me. Don’t close your eyes."

His hand on your chin is painful. You open your eyes. Your eyes are foggy. You feel about to reach your climax, and he knows it the way you squeeze around him. He growls. You open your eyes wide, he will finished inside of you. His hand on your thigh squeezes you tighter and you moan in pain feeling him make you bleed even more. Despite this, your orgasm turns devastating and is pushes him to the end. You feel its warm seed flooding your insides and you tighten one last time in response.

Your body is soft after being used in this way and you are tired. It withdraws and the glow in its eyes has changed, it seems calmer. His semen comes out of your abused pussy and stains your thighs and the sheet. It drops next to you. He is disheveled, sweaty, and his breathing is slightly jerky. He sees you, exhausted and full of his semen. The blood of your cuts flows slowly. He reaches out to you. His claws gently touch your cheeks. His tone seems almost soft when he starts talking.

"Rest, little mouse."

But a mischievous smile adorns his lips and you look at him, not knowing if you should be afraid of it.

"We are far from finished."

You would definitely have trouble walking tomorrow.

[thommi-tomate]

More about this wonderful campaign 🤧💕

Manu

We're very proud that FC Bayern fans have developed special signs for us players. No one should feel excluded here, a sports club should always be a home for everyone. I'm glad I now have my own sign and would love it if all fans remembered the signs to improve communication and with it the integration of people with hearing disabilities

Chairwoman of the Red Deaf FC Bayern fan club Martina Bechtold

It's been a pleasure for us to have developed signs for the players of FC Bayern. FC Bayern is a big family and we now feel even more a part of this community through this joint project. We've been thinking about the signs for many months, and it's been a special highlight implementing the project together with the players. We can now feel yet again: Mia san Mia!

FC Bayern disabled fans' representative Kim Krämer:

This joint project between FC Bayern and fans with hearing disabilities is another wonderful example of how inclusion is lived and breathed at this club. It's a great signal that the signs for the players were developed by the fans themselves. This is how you promote togetherness and a sense of community. FC Bayern is a home for everyone

The meanings of the individual signs for each player

Goal

Manuel Neuer: new (in german, neu ist new)

Sven Ulreich: his hairstyle

Tom Ritzy Hülsmann: husk + man (in german, hülse is husk)

Defence

Dayot Upamecano: defence

Minjae Kim: size

Matthijs de Ligt: jersey number 4

Benjamin Pavard: curls

Alphonso Davies: speed 

Bouna Sarr: earring

Raphaël Guerreiro: chin shape

Tarek Buchmann: book + man (in german, buch is book)

Noussair Mazraoui: goatee

Midfield

Joshua Kimmich: raised eyebrow

Leon Goretzka: muscle mass

Paul Wanner: his hairstyle + letter W

Konrad Laimer: glue (in german, leim is glue)

Ryan Gravenberch: wide smile

Jamal Musiala: his goal celebration

Forward

Serge Gnabry: his goal celebration

Harry Kane: his hairstyle

Leroy Sané: Headband

Kingsley Coman: Outside / fast lane

Eric Maxim Choupo-Moting: his goal shout "Ça donne".

Thomas Müller: Job title: miller

Gabriel Vidović: his hairstyle

Mathys Tel: Braids

Arijon Ibrahimović: Gradient haircut

[artthatgivesmefeelings]

Raphaël (Raffaello Sanzio) (Italian, 1483-1520) The Conversion of the Proconsul for the Sistine Chapel, ca.1515-16 Paul preaches to a Roman proconsul (regional governor) and converts him to Christianity by performing a miracle, described as the 'Blinding of Elymas' (Acts 13: 6-12). On their journey through Cyprus, the apostles Paul, wearing the red tunic, and Barnabas, stood to his left, arrive in Paphos and are called before the Roman proconsul Lucius Sergius Paulus, who wants to hear about the Christian faith. The sorcerer Elymas tries to prevent Paul and Barnabas from converting the proconsul so Paul punishes him with temporary blindness. Astonished at what he has witnessed, Paulus embraces the new faith. Sergius Paulus is seated at the centre in a classical interior; Elymas is staggering blind to the right while St Paul is gesturing at left; onlookers are standing on either side.