#sacred penis

[sacred-socks]

being called baby by a beta?? EWWW no it's mistress or mommy to you, fool.

[sgt-celestial]

(scrolling through my morning dash)

post reblogged by mutual: in a way being in the kitchen is holy. cooking with people you love is holy. Sometimes the most mundane places are also the most sacred

post reblogged by another mutual who blocked the first mutual in petty fandom drama 6 months ago: im so tired of posts calling things "holy". something doesnt have to be holy to be special. maybe being human is just Being Human. It doesnt have to be "sacred" to be good

post reblogged by third mutual who logs on once a week exclusively to post bob dylan spotify links: hold my penis tightly makes me so delighty. call me father almighty the way i serve nightly🙏🏻 #this is so may 1st 1970 core

[dollfat]

transphobes being obsessed with genitals isnt news but its so funny how they describe bottom surgery as like, turning a penis inside out

[dancingbirdie]

Idk if you’re taking requests but if so could you do bottom Astarion with an afab Tav?

Hi hi! Thanks for giving me the opportunity to write more plotless smut! Hope you enjoy xoxoxo.

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Take What You Need

Rating: Mature

Pairing: Astarion x fem!Reader

Words: 1K

Warnings/Tags: top!fem!Reader, bottom!Astarion, penetrative sex, penis-in-vagina sex, soft fluffy lovemaking, plotless smut, sweet domestic bliss

Summary: You and Astarion share an uninterrupted bath time, complete with fluff, smut and domestic bliss.

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The bath water had grown tepid, not that either of you noticed. You were too lost in the moment, too love drunk within this brief escape to heaven. How the two of you had managed to carve out such sacred time alone was a true stroke of luck. There weren’t many opportunities these days to spend time like this. 

Neither of you were about to waste this gift. 

Straddling Astarion between your thighs, you had an incomparable view of his delicate, pointed features. His lean, muscled chest. The sharpness of his jawline. His beautiful carmine eyes, how they darted about, taking in every inch of you poised above him. You marveled at how the water drops, peppered throughout his dampened curls, glistened in the dancing candlelight. He was stunning, in a tragically gorgeous sort of way. 

“A copper for your thoughts,” he murmured, lifting your hand from the water and drawing your wrist to his lips. His nostrils flared slightly as he breathed in your scent, felt the thrumming of your pulse beneath the thin skin. 

“Are you sure you want to know?” you smirked, watching him lavish open-mouthed kisses against your wrist. “They’re rather lascivious.” 

You felt him twitch and begin to harden beneath you once more. That burning desire deep within you didn’t need rekindling, but his subtle movements caused the blood in your veins to quicken nevertheless. Your hips answered him with a gesture of their own, canting down to rut against him. 

“Again already, darling? Greed is a deadly sin, you know,” he crooned, dipping his other hand beneath the water to touch you where you so desperately craved. His thumb easily found that sensitive spot at the apex of your thighs and caressed it with a deft stroke. 

“And I’m your supplicant, begging for absolution,” you breathed, rocking yourself into his hand. 

His throaty chuckle at your retort had goosebumps skittering across your exposed chest. You let loose an unabashedly loud moan as he leaned forward to capture your breast in his mouth. He sucked, hard, as his other hand released your wrist to capture your other nipple between his thumb and finger. Between that and his continued ministrations beneath the water, you couldn’t help as your head lolled back, mind inundated with the luxury of Astarion touching you everywhere, everywhere that mattered. 

He released your breast with a soft pop, lifting his head to take in your now fully-bared neck. 

“I adore when you get this worked up. You look delicious enough to eat,” he breathed against your chest. 

You knew what he was asking without really asking. You were all too happy to comply. 

“Use me,” you whispered, eyes clenched shut as his thumb continued to flick against you, maddeningly slow. You could feel the blunt tip of him poised at your entrance, just barely parting your folds. “Take what you need.”

Astarion laughed darkly at your wanton reply. “So charitable. I could say the very same to you.”

You lifted your head up to stare at him, confused. 

Giving you a devious little grin, he guided one of the hands you had braced on the side of the tub down beneath the water, to where his length stood at attention. 

“Take what you need,” he parroted your words, although they sounded so much sweeter coming from his silken voice. 

Needing no further encouragement, you repositioned him beneath you and speared yourself atop him. Both of you groaned at the sensation of him stretching you once more, that delicious tightness giving way to the even headier sense of absolute fullness. 

Your hands came to rest flat against his chest as you began to move, rocking up and down atop him. Your thighs burned after a few moments, exhausted from your earlier travels, but the dull ache only encouraged you to piston your hips harder. 

The rhythm you had found almost toppled as Astarion pulled you in closer, mouth descending upon your neck as his fangs broke the delicate skin there. That familiar icy feeling flooded your head and upper torso, the perfect contrast to the growing heat pooling in your stomach. You lifted a hand to cup the back of his head, keeping him close as he fed from you. 

In your lust-dulled gaze, you registered the ripples your movements were creating in the water. It was a marvelous sight. An echo of your lovers’ embrace. A dance made possible only through the two you, joining and parting, joining and parting, over and over. 

“I want to taste you as you come, darling,” Astarion murmured against your neck, breaking your focus on the rippling water. He paused his feasting long enough to slip a hand between you and resumed playing with your clit. 

The added sensation all but overloaded your mind. You whined out a garbled reply, your hips bucking with even more fervor. He met you swipe for swipe, matching pace easily as he bit down once more on your neck. 

You knew you wouldn’t last long. It was futile to resist that call to unravel, to explode, to freefall. With a final, frenzied jerk of your hips, you stuttered to a halt as your release barreled through you, taking with it any sense of time and spatial awareness. 

You barely registered Astarion’s euphoric groan as he took in the taste of your blood, as his hands clutched at your hips, hard enough to bruise. Pumping into you once, twice more, he found release of his own and clutched you tightly against him. You were a boneless thing, slouching atop him, fingertips grazing the surface of the water. 

After a few moments of blissful silence, Astarion began to stir beneath you. Gathering you in his arms, you could feel his preparation to stand. 

“Going somewhere?” you murmured sleepily. 

“Taking you to bed, darling, before you fall ill in this cold bathwater,” he returned, kissing your temple and rising from the water with ease. 

“After all that transpired here, it would be a heavenly way to die I think,” you yawned, wrapping your arms and legs more tightly around him. 

His laugh, true and full and delightedly boyish, was the last thing you remembered before falling into a peaceful sleep.  

[romanoffsbish]

Desperate Times…

Alpha!Natasha Romanoff x OmegaFem!R

Request (This is my first attempt at a/b/o, and I hope I did your request justice)

Warnings: Use of Suppressants

Smut: Natasha has a penis. Oral (R), Overstimulation, Breeding (Knot), KO.

18+ | Minors DNI

Natasha wasn't doing too well as she crashed through the front door of your shared house. Being away from you for long missions, three months as of this time, requires the both of you to be on differing (unsafe) suppressants. With knowing she'd be home soon, she'd been off of them for the last few days. So now she was on the verge of her rut, which was instantaneously activated the moment she passed the doorway.

You weren't home, making matters worse as your scent remained throughout every room. Sweet hints of citrus and berries lingered on every possible surface, and Natasha's cock was painfully hard, her sweats tented out far as her dick twitched with a need for you, her Omega.

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Natasha felt horrible about it, but she hadn't much choice as she delved into your dirty clothes and pulled out a pair of your panties. There was a fresh pair on top still damp with your juices, and the moment she touched it to her nose she was already taking her sweats off.

Natasha clambered into your nest, it was your sacred place, but she'd always been welcome. Her body instantly calmed, her sore muscles melted into the blankets, but her erect cock only grew impossibly harder. Pre-cum coated her tip in a sizable quantity, and with your slicked panties to her face she got herself off.

When you entered the apartment three hours later a similar occurrence happened to you. The piney smell of your lover permeated your nostrils, and your body shivered with glee. You'd missed her terribly, all you wanted was to cuddle her, but as you rushed to the room you realized that wasn't first on the agenda.

There you found her laid out in your nest with a blissful fucked out expression, you felt your entire body tremble as a gush of wetness soaked through your panties instantaneously.

"Fuck," you groaned as you gripped onto the railing of the bed, you did your best to suppress a whine, but you fear she heard it. It wasn't clear though if it was your scent, noises, or overall presence that awoke the beast that was your wife, but you hadn't much time to ponder it before she was on her feet pouncing on you.

"Oh malysh," Natasha coos, strong hands grip your hips, pulling your backside against her prominent bulge as she nuzzles against your neck. "Mmm, my sweetest girl," she dizzily muttered, your fruity scent overwhelmed her and her hips begin moving of their own accord as she humped her restricted cock against you.

"Oh detka, I missed you so much, please, let daddy fuck that pretty little pussy, I'm not beneath begging, let me fill you up my Omega. I'll finally get you pregnant with our pups."

A tense silence befell the room for less than ten seconds as your desperate lover took a breath. Then Natasha groaned sensually, your arousal was no longer in question, she could smell you. If only she could see too, she'd see you were dripping through your panties, your thighs squeezing together was the final confirmation.

"Fuck, you need me just as bad, huh," she was teasing now, so you played along by pushing back into her abruptly, "That's right, look at you detka, become my brainless whore."

There was no reason to fight it, not only had you missed her touch, but the smell of her alone seemed to have sent you into a desperate heat; her cock was all that would satiate you.

"Please daddy, want to carry your pups so bad."

"Yeah?" She rutted into your backside a few more times, she was so desperate for release it wasn't even funny, her strong hands roughly felt you up over your clothes, your moans were bordering pornographic, and it was then that she just couldn't resist her urges anymore.

Natasha ripped your clothing off of your body with brute force, her husky grunts drove you so mad you could feel your pulse in your cunt.

The redhead gawked at the sight of your folds, glistening, and dripping your delectable juices onto the carpet, it was such a waste of goods.

Natasha spun you around and smashed her lips to yours in desperation as she lifted you with total ease, your fingers dug into her deliciously defined deltoids as she carried you over to the mattress, and just as soon as your heated body touched down she was kissing down your body on her way to your cunt for a taste, and boy did she seek to devour you whole. Natasha didn't stop after you came on her tongue, she kept going regardless of your trembling body, your last orgasm was so intense that you cried until the pillowcase was practically soaked through.

"Oh malysh, you're okay," Natasha kissed over your wetted cheeks, drops of your slick now smeared against your skin as your intoxicating essence that soaked your Alpha's flushed face transferred with each peck. Natasha slid her boxers down as her lips landed on yours, she ran her length through your drenched folds while maintaining the heady kiss. Your mind was absolutely spinning with dizzying arousal.

Once you began to thrust up Natasha knew it was time, so without another moment wasted she pressed her bulbous tip to your pulsing hole and slid right on in. Your abundance of slick was helpful, but there was still a sting of pain as her thick veiny cock stretched you out.

Natasha shushed your pained mewls with her tongue pressed against yours, she kissed you until you were breathless enough to need it to end, but even then you chased her lips. If there was one thing you'd never tire of it was her soft lips, whether they be on yours, or elsewhere.

Your Alpha knew her way around your body.

"Can I move moya lyubov'?" Natasha asked, you knew she needed to, the way she pulsed unendingly inside of you a dead giveaway, but she was too caring to give into her carnal urges, she would never do so until she had the clear go ahead from you—her precious Omega.

A huge sigh of relief left her lips to fan across your face as you gave her express permission, your desperation was clear, and hot as hell as you breathlessly begged her to destroy you.

"Don't you worry," she chuckled with a sensual rasp in her tone, "I already planned to detka."

Natasha pulled her cock out of you slowly, allowing the throbbing ridges of her shaft to drag over your tight walls. She watched the way your mouth fell open at the welcome sensation. The way she felt inside of you set your nerves off, and goosebumps bloomed in response.

Natasha grazed her teeth over your scent gland as she slammed entirely back into you, and when you screamed wantonly into her ear in direct response she harshly bit down, a fresh mark replacing the fading of her former one. The Alpha then lost all sense of control when you wildly fluttered around her, and there set in place the brutal pace that she picked up.

"Daddy, you feel so—mmm," you were nearing incoherent at this point as she fucked you dumb, a common occurrence for the redhead. Natasha knew just how to get you mindless, and it was usually now that she'd pull out, so she could prevent from impregnating you, but this time she meant her words. She was done postponing the inevitable, the idea of you no longer having to suppress yourself had the beginnings of her knot forming, "Oh fuck."

Too dizzy with arousal you didn't realize what was happening until you felt her knot securely slip into place, your eyes filled with fear, but all you could articulate was moans of pleasure. Natasha chose to kiss you tenderly, doing whatever she could to distract you as her cum released inside of you in massive loads.

Once her knot began to go down she pulled away slightly to survey your face, you wore a serene smile, but it was one that came with the furrowed brows of a worried Omega.

"Nat—," she kissed your lips to quiet your obvious concerns about how she hadn't pulled out, you wanted to carry her pups more than anything, she knew that you did, but with the crazy demands of Avenging for her it wasn't a justifiable choice for the both of you. While the both of you worked to regain your breaths she began to overload the room with her scent, doing her best to calm your trembling form.

"It's okay lyubov'," she smiled against your neck when she heard a deep purr rumbling from your chest, then as her warm tongue licked over your aching gland she felt your body slump into the bed, you were at peace.

The redhead had clearly forgotten to tell you, but this mission was her last, she was ready to settle down. To live the typical life with you, to start a family the same way Clint and Tony had with their respective wives; it was finally her turn. More importantly though she was tired of hurting you. Every time she left she had to watch your heart break through your glazed over eyes, and she couldn't do it anymore. Plus, the suppressants would soon have long lasting effects if she didn't remove the need for them.

"It's finally our time detka," she whispered the words you'd been desperate to hear for years, "Soon you'll be waddling around," your heart melted as your eyes fluttered open to see hers sparkling with unbridled happiness and love.

"Really?" Natasha nodded with a smile, "Then in due time this massive house will finally be filled with the soft pitter pattering of our pups."

Natasha groaned as you clenched around her, more of her seed spilled from her even though her knot had deflated majority of the way. The idea of carrying your Alpha's legacy made you feel so many things, but primarily you just felt aroused. Your heat was far from over, and with the way your lover began to rock her hips you knew it was the same for her, and her rut.

"How about we spend the night ensuring your seed sticks?" You proposed, and your wife met your teasing expression with a devilish smirk, "Oh, I had every intention of going all night long detka," she winked, and softly chuckled when your eyes widened with fear, or maybe it was delight, either way she knew you were on board as your arousal gushed around her cock.

"I'll never grow tired of spilling inside of you," her cocky smirk caused your body to heat up even more, and in a moment of compulsion you lurched up to remark her as well, your sharp teeth sunk into the skin of her neck and she twitched, "Oh fuck, now you've done it."

After about the sixth instance in which your lover knotted you, your body finally succumbed to a sex induced slumber. Natasha continued to thrust as best she could with the resistance your abused cunt offered, pushing her seed as deep into you as she could until the fatigue of the nights events finally caught up to her limbs.

"Goodnight lyubov'," she sloppily kissed your cheek before nuzzling into your neck as her body gently settled atop of yours, "I love you," she pressed another kiss to your mark, and she grew more sleepy as you purred deeply in your own slumber. "My perfect, beautiful Omega."

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1,930 Words

❤️ Kaitlyn

[waterlilydrops]

Unexpected Victory

pairing: Oscar Piastri x fem!reader

summary: this is a sacred war, hastily launched through deliberately planning, masturbation and seduction.

word count: 2.6k

warning: 18+ only, nsfw, explicit sex content, masturbation(f), thigh fucking, oral sex(f received),dirty talk, If you feel uncomfortable, please exit promptly.

notes: try to write this plot: the ascetic climaxes, the libertine begs for mercy. :) English is not my native language, feel free to correct me if there are any mistakes.

You knocked on the door, “Osc,” you called out, “Are you still not done with your bath?”

“I’m done,” came Oscar’s muffled voice from behind the bathroom door, but before he could finish saying “I’m drying myself” you simply pushed open the unlocked door and walked in.

A rush of warm, steamy air greeted you, and tiny droplets of water condensed on your skin. You furrowed your brow, shook your head, and found Oscar standing awkwardly in the tub, his muscled body draped in a white towel, his damp brownlocks clinging haphazardly.

Oscar looked embarrassed as you chuckled nonchalantly, your mischievous eyes gleaming.

“You’d better finish your sentences in one go, then you won’t be so awkward. But it’s fine now,” you said, walking over to the sink and placing your belongings on the countertop before reaching up to open the cabinet.

Oscar then realized what you had brought in: a dildo, quite sizable, with even some prominent veins on the shaft.

You took out lube from the cabinet, squeezed some onto your hand, leaned against the counter, began applying the shiny paste around the opening. Soon, your pussy started secreting clear liquid as your fingers moved and stirred. You squeezed some more, smoothly inserting two fingers inside, slowly moving and stirring.

Oscar swallowed hard, turning his face slightly away to continue wiping his body, but the arousal was somewhat uncontrollable. Yet, he couldn’t help but steal glances at you.

Your soft had already taken in three fingers, the faint sound of water accompanying your exploration from time to time. With one hand braced against the sink, your beautiful hair falling over your shoulders, your tits gently swayed with your body’s movements, and your butt tempted his desire to knead.

Oscar tried to tear his gaze away from you, but he failed; his breath became rapid. His gaze couldn’t escape, as if glued tightly to your body, his penis already lifting the towel into a prominent arc beneath his hips, desire raging through his entire being. That was no doubt that you were definitely intentionally tempting him.

You eagerly expected, knowing that this was just another ordinary round in the countless battles between you and Oscar. Whether you’ll emerge victorious remained unknown; after all, your boyfriend had endured almost three days without having sex with you, relying on the power of reason. “No sex before the race”, as he said.

You were quite alike, both naturally drawn to challenge and excitement. So, of course, you’d included having sex with Oscar before the race in your short-term life goals.

You specifically ordered a slightly larger dildo, one that combines vibration and heating functions, cost you quite a bit of money. The lifelike tip almost reached the deepest part of your pussy, hot and firm, the highest level of vibration leaving you unable to resist.

You were aware that if Oscar’s dick could enter, it would provide a more satisfying experience than this one.

He would intimately acquaint himself with every inch of your sensitivity, from the graceful curve of your neck to the gentle arch of your back, and from the plush softness of your lips to the inviting warmth of your inner thighs. Though young, he proved himself a seasoned driver for your pleasure, skillfully maneuvering through the twists and turns of your body’s circuit.

There was no shame in admitting your love for having sex with him: you reveled in the feeling of your lustful core being penetrated, your desires vigorously indulged. You cherished your womanhood and the sensations it brought, and the unique sex experience you shared with him.

You finished stretching, withdrew your fingers, and wiped the juices on the head of the dildo. The prepared pussy lasciviously opened its lips, craving to be filled by the huge object, shimmering with moisture under the bathroom lights. You spread your legs a bit wider, took the dildo and rubbed it around your moistened sex for a few circles. Then, the swollen silicone head aligned with your opening, and you effortlessly pushed it in. After adjusting the angle and pushing it all the way in, you let out a satisfied sigh, turning the vibration to its highest setting, then pushing it in deeper until only the balls remained outside. With the task completed, you satisfied hummed, clenching your butt.

Oscar felt his rationality slipping, barely able to contain his primal urges to exerted all his willpower not to pounce forward, rip out the plastic thing, and replace it with himself. He knew he was a larger than that toy, perfectly capable of satisfying you to the point of multiple orgasms.

Oscar Piastri. His mind was a battlefield where angels and demons clashed incessantly.

His mind was a battlefield where angel and demon clashed incessantly. The angel weakly argued: You should focus on the race! Save your energy. While the demon unleashed its rhetoric: Is it better to let your girlfriend pitifully console herself with a toy or to satisfy her, make her happy? Do you really have no desire for her at all? Don’t you want to passionately caress her breasts and buttocks, make her dripping wet, and have her screaming in ecstasy in your arms?

You turned around, your butt against the edge of the countertop, smiling as you watched Oscar standing stiffly in the bathtub, his muscular body stretching and contracting with his heavy breaths.

He untied the towel, revealing his proudly erect penis, the swollen head already leaking a bit of precum. Oh my god, you whispered inwardly. It was still as pretty as you remembered it.

Of course, you had the ability to start a war. You clenched the dildo in your body tightly, your inner walls tightening around it, honestly transmitting the vibrating sensations to every nerve craving pleasure. You were fully aware of your captivating allure.

You relaxed your waist, adopting a lazy and comfortable posture, maintaining your balance, and began kneading your breasts. The sensation was weighty and soft, the fullness of your flesh creating various curves between your fingers. “Osc...”

“…Hmm,”Oscar took a long breath before managing to utter a response.

“I wanted you to fuck me,” you begged With eyes shimmering with desire.

This was just the first round in your war of seduction.

You naturally assumed oscar would refuse, but you had meticulously planned out a series of strategies for the upcoming skirmishes.

You had even attempted to take matters into your own hands, quite literally, trying to arouse him while he slept by taking off his pants and stroking him to hardness. Just as you were about to take his dick into mouth, Oscar suddenly awoke and swiftly rushed to the bathroom to finish the job himself.

Today, perhaps this time he wouldn’t refuse a blowjob — you had many ways to push his boundaries, and you were confident that you would emerge victorious one day.

The steam in the bathroom had dissipated, leaving only a lingering warmth as the hot water’s temperature gradually waned. You felt a restless heat coursing through you body, intensified by the diligent warmth and vibrations emanating from the dildo within you, causing your legs to weaken slightly.

You watched as Oscar stepped out of the bathtub, using his strong arms to pull you into his embrace. Your back pressed tightly against his reassuring chest, his erect cock nestled against you, sending shivers of anticipation through your body. His rough and powerful hands mercilessly fondling yours breasts, causing you a mix of pain and pleasure. You relaxed, resting head on his shoulder, allowing your tousled hair to scatter messily, softly moaning in sync, and lifting your butt to rub against the large dick about to enter you.

He kissed you, it was way different — his kisses were full of hunger and aggression, unlike the used slow and passionate ones, but you weren’t complaining but rather liking his insatiable side even more.

Oscar’s hand moved slowly downward, you parted your legs, allowing his hand to reach your pussy. He grabbed the base of the toy protruding from your opening and slowly, firmly pulled the still vibrating dildo out of your body. He hummed against your skin as his lips trailed from your jaw to your ear where he licked the sensitive lobe and nipped gently at your skin.

Oscar slid the toy back and forth over you, teasing you with shallow thrusts at your folds, eliciting frustrated cries from you. Eventually, he turned off the toy and placed it on the countertop.

You could feel he grabbed your hips, and began to slide his slick cock between your thighs, rubbing up and down your soaking folds. “No, babe,” Oscar said almost cruelly. “You’re not getting fucked tonight.”

He punctuated the lowly-spoken words with a pointed thrust of his hips, grinding firmly against your core, his movements ignited a fervent desire that pulsed through your body.

It felt good — very good, in fact. Not very familiar, but pleasantly so, the familiar tension, the one that made your face heat up and your legs weak, blossoming into a burning, aching need, one that you were sure he'd have no trouble satisfying. Even if this was new to you, you very much liked how it felt, all too glad to let him hold you as close as could be while he thrust again and again.

Fuck, you could feel the tip lightly graze against your pussy, but it’s not enough. how badly you wish you could sink down and bounce on that pretty cock of his.

“I’m gonna make you long the way I’ve longed for you. I’ll drive you wild, make you crave me,” Oscar breathed, interspersing thrusts every so often between the syllables. “Make you so desperate.”

Oscar maintained a slow and steady pace with his erect dick between your thighs, while his hands reached up to fondle your breasts, pinching and gently tugging at your stiff nipples, earning the sultriest moans escaping from your mouth.

“God, you’re dripping already, Y/N? My dick must’ve turned you on so much, hm?”He loved how you squirmed under him when he treated you like this, reduced to a desperate, whining mess.

Oscar reacted to each of your pleasure-filled gasps, tuning into every subtle shift and movement of your body to gauge his actions. He experienced a shiver down his spine each time his slick cockhead grazed against your clit.

“you gonna cum just by my cock rubbing against your pretty pussy, hm? go on then,” he inquired, his teasing tone evident as he slowed his movements, trailing his swollen tip along the length of your slit.

His thrusting became more awkward and disjointed - rough little jerks of his hips as he teetered on the edge of his orgasm. He pulled away, spreading your worn-out legs with one hand and pumped his slicked length with his other. He came, your thighs all covered with a sultry mess of his fluids.

You were on cloud nine. This was simply a monumental success of the century. What could be more thrilling for villains than breaking a calm driver and defiling a golden idol?

Then before you could say anything to provoke him, Oscar was dropping to the floor, kneeling between your legs and burying his face in your essence.

He moved his fingers gently across the bud, drawing circles, the feather light touch made you feel as though stars were dancing across your skin. As he slipped a finger into your pussy, a wave of pleasure surged, your eyes did flutter and your soul almost ascended as you felt the push of his finger against your slick heat.

His tongue and fingers moved in sync, eliciting wet, sloppy sounds from your core as he whispered encouragement. You whined uncontrollably within teases of his hands and lips.

Oscar started with a kitten lick but soon devoured every inch of your wet cunt. And you squirmed under him, pushing yourself against Oscar’s tongue and pressing your head even deeper inside. 

“Fuck, Oscar… you are doing so good…” You felt extremely stimulated, accelerated breathing, and nonexistent thoughts. You could only feel the pleasure and pain that was intersected at the time. You felt in the clouds.

It was sloppy yet precise when oscar’s tongue flicked ever so slightly over your clit. You squeezed down on Oscar’s head and the young man didn't relent. His slow, deliberate movements pushed you closer to the brink.

“Oscar, please…” Before you could scream anything, he sucked your clit and your entire body spasms with blinding ecstasy. You clenched your eyes tightly shut as you tugged harder at the strands of Oscar’s hair, pulling him closer in a desperate grasp for more of the intoxicating pleasure he offered.

“You are so pretty when you beg.” He felt your despair through the pain in his scalp, still, he was willing to show a little mercy to his enemy.

With each deliberate motion of his tongue, you edged closer to the precipice of climax. Your lower lip quivered as another moan escaped your lips, prompting him to delicately slide two slender fingers into your core, heightening the sensation even further.

“Oscar…” you whimpered, dizzy, barely abled to stand, and then the orgasm started in the depths of your heart and worked its way outwards, a pulsing that clenched around Oscar’s fingers like a fist and left you sweaty and wrung out as you twitched through it. Your legs were shivering and you held your hands in place as the euphoria from your orgasm filled every inch of your body.

Oscar finally pulled his long fingers out of you, His two fingers are covered in slick moisture, And you could see his face was covered in a thin layer of sweat and drool.

As he kissed you, he could see the blush spread across your cheeks and that made he happy knowing that was because of him, he could see your lashes fluttered, those beautiful eyes he loved staring at him, he pulled away almost half tempted to sink back to your pussy just to see them rolling back.

Oscar gently caressed your body, helping you to relax. You spread your legs, allowing him to gently insert two fingers into your still-opened, inviting passage, stirring and relaxing you. The liquid-filled canal emitted clear sounds of arousal as his fingers worked their magic.

“I won.” You may had won this war, but your battlefield was in ruins.

With a sly grin dancing across his lips, Oscar whispered into your ear, his voice was dry and rumbling. “Not yet. I have said you wouldn’t be fucked, but that doesn’t mean I can’t bring you pleasure.”His hand glided between your breasts, gently exploring the supple curves of your chest, igniting a tantalizing sensation.

You knew that the consequences of this war’s ecstasy and desire would come after the race.

“Up for round two?”

“Just wanna know you if can get hard again.”

“We can continue your war.”

“It’s our war, and who wins or loses is still no outcome…”

[luxthestrange]

Beastars Incorrect Quotes#6 HON HON HON

Pina: I’ll speak French between your legs~

Sheila: That’s the hottest thing I’ve ever been told…

Legoshi: I’m just picturing someone screaming “BONJOUR” at a penis…

Y/n*Popping under the chairs with a grin*SACRE BLEU MADEMOISELLE VAGINA HON HON HON TITTY CROISSANTS!

Bill*Wheezing, chocking on air* TITTY CROISSANTS-

Louis: None of you should ever be having sex…

[biohazard-4ever]

Carlos: I’ll speak French between your legs. Rebecca: That’s the hottest thing I’ve ever heard Chris: I’m just picturing someone screaming “BONJOUR” at a penis. Leon: SACRE BLEU MADEMOISELLE VAGINA HON HON HON TITTY CROISSANTS Claire: TITTY CROISSANTS Jill: None of you should ever be having sex.

[tylermileslockett]

APHRODITE

“Muse, tell me the deeds of golden Aphrodite the Cyprian, who stirs up sweet passion in the gods and subdues the tribes of mortal men and birds that fly in air and all the many creatures that the dry land rears, and all that the sea: all these love the deeds of rich-crowned Cytherea."   (-Homeric Hymn, translated by H.G. Evelyn white)

APHRODITE (a-fruh-DIE-tee) (Roman- Venus); The goddess of love, pleasure, and fertility, was born from Ouranus' severed penis which was cast down into the sea by his son, the titan Cronus, and the resulting sea spray. While in some versions she is the daughter of Zeus and a sea nymph name Dione. 

She reclines upon a swan (early depictions in ancient Greek art show her riding a swan, a symbol of grace and divinity) and underneath is the commonly portrayed scallop shell. Aphrodite holds her sacred golden Apple of Discord, won by Paris choosing her in the beauty contest between her, Athena, and Hera. Upon her waist sits a golden chastity belt, said to invoke lust in gods and mortals alike. 

Aphrodite had a lively entourage. Resting upon her arm, is Eros, the winged godling and her companion, (later becoming cupid in roman culture) who whispers sweet sensualities, while a couple Erotes(more winged godlings associated with sex and love) flitter above tossing flower petals. Frolicking at the lower left are three goddesses, the Charites(or Graces) who symbolize beauty, dancing, and banquets. Swimming atop the dolphin is a Nereid, a reference to Aphrodite's oceanic roots. and finally, above right, near the waterfall, are three more goddesses, the Horai, who represent the seasonal shifts and constellations. 

But the goddess of love has a dark side, like when she punishes arcadian princess Atalanta and her lover Hippomenes for neglecting to honor the goddess. The Spartans worshipped an armored, warlike variation of the goddess; Aphrodite of Areia.

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[bestiarium]

The Sorcerer of Les Trois Frères [Paleolithic religion, France]

In Montesquieu-Avantes, France, a cavern was discovered right before the start of WW1. It was found by the three sons of count Henri Bégouën, and was named ‘Les Trois Frères’ (‘the three brothers’) after them. The cave system is notable for its intricate cave paintings, and the most famous of them is a strange human-like creature with fur, a tail and antlers.

This enigmatic being is nicknamed ‘the sorcerer of Les Trois Frères’, or sometimes ‘the Dancing Shaman’ for its pose. There are many images of animals in the same room, but the Sorcerer stands out because it is the only one that is actually painted – the animals are engraved into the stone rather than painted with pigments. Additionally, the sorcerer is positioned above them, as if he is supposed to watch over them. His legs and feet appear human, while his front limbs end in clawed appendages like those of a bear. His torso appears feline, and ends in a short tail. The head is turned towards the viewer and stares at them with owl-like eyes in a vaguely human face.

So what exactly does this creature represent? Was it a wizard calling on supernatural powers with a ritualistic dance, or perhaps a magical creature that supposedly dwelt in the forests around the cavern?

While we will never know with 100% certainty, there are several theories. Henri Breuil (who drew the now famous reproduction) believed it to be a spirit of the hunt, who oversaw the hunters and blessed them with wildlife to eat. Professor Carleton Coon theorized that it actually portrays a human hunter acting out a ritual to please a wildlife spirit before leaving on a hunt. The sorcerer’s penis and testicles are clearly visible, so perhaps it was related to a fertility rite or deity? My second source poses that the painting might actually represent a masked performer wearing a costume made from animal skins, rather than a supernatural being.

Yet another theory posits that the sorcerer is a palaeolithic beast deity, a god of animals. Given that the room with these paintings is quite difficult to reach, it would make sense that the chamber was a sacred place dedicated to the worship of a nature deity. Finally, a prominent theory among anthropologists is that the sorcerer of Les Trois Frères is a shaman, perhaps someone who used dancing rituals to communicate with spirits.

Sources: Campbell, J., 1960, The Masks of God: Primitive Mythology, London: Secker & Warburg, Pitman Press Ltd., p. 306-311, 509pp. Schechner, R., 1994, Ritual and Performance, in: Companion Encyclopedia of Anthropology: Humanity, Culture and Social Life, Ingold T. (editor), p. 613-617. Brandon, S.G.F., 1959, The Ritual Perpetuation of the Past, Numen, 6(2), pp. 112-129. (Image source 1: Velizar Simeonovski) (Image 2: reproduction of the original cave painting drawn by Abbé Henri Breuil, image taken from Schechner, 1994)

[gr8mammon]

IN THE CHAT:

MC: I’ll speak French between your legs.

Mammon: That's…the hottest thing I’ve ever been told.

Levi: I’m just imagining someone screaming ‘BONJOUR!’ at a penis LMAO

Satan: SACRE BLEU MADEMOISELLE VAGINA HON HON HON TITTY CROISSANTS!

Beel: TITTY CROISSANTS!

Lucifer: Literally none of you should ever be having sex, ever.

[radioactivewisdom]

Mutual exploitation between men and women is nobody’s business but their own. Heterosexuality’s only purpose is to further propagate this shit world through indoctrinating the children produced from these unions. Even the most brain dead trad wife knows that her vows were nothing more than a promise of lifetime prostitution. Exchanging sex for resources and allowing men to propagate via woman’s wombs is all marriage has ever been about. Hetero men and women can never shut up about how much they hate each other, but will never leave each other alone because papas penis pistol needs a holster, and mommy needs a place to stay.

The real exploitation takes place for those of us who see through the bullshit. Especially sovereign women, who are constantly recruited by XX dummies who expect us to be the clean up crew for their relationship messes. Children are sacred but are doomed the minute they can interpret language in the families they’re born into. I won’t be a part of any “village” that expects me to partake in the upbringing of future porn addicts and dick for brain Barbie fetishist. Ah yes, the perfect union, sex pest and bang maid. Of course it’s exploitative, that’s the entire point. Heterosexuality will never be equal, nor is it supposed to be, because it’s naturally degrading.

Is Mother Nature a misogynist? Only to those who don’t really listen. The keys have always been placed in women’s hands, they just enjoy driving recklessly. Semen intercepts brainwaves and causes XX on XX aggression. The only genuine unions that can potentially take place are between two likeminded women. Only then does real love reign. Lucky are those who find it.

The heteros can keep hitting each other over the head with accusations and creating movements to “solve” their problems. Right wing or Radfem, the resentment is never enough to actually make them leave. Men and women have a compulsive need to try and dominate one another. Men have been more successful because of their ability to accurately assess physical reality (their only strength) while women remain delusional. I only feel bad for the future generations they doom via their pyramid scheme of reproduction.

[gojonanami]

Suguru: I'll speak French between your legs.

Us: That's the hottest thing I've ever been told.

Satoru: [eavesdropping outside Johnny’s apartment] I'm just picturing someone screaming "BONJOUR" at a penis.

Yuuji: [also eavesdropping] SACRE BLEU MADEMOISELLE VAGINA HON HON HON TITTY CROISSANTS.

Nobara: [also eavesdropping] ‘Titty croissants’ is the best thing I’ve ever heard.

Megumi: [Not eavesdropping and just wanted to read his book in peace] Yeah, none of you should ever be having sex.

honestly I’m with megumi on this one 😂😭🫣

[sailor-rowling]

J.K. Rowling's blatant transphobia cannot be dismissed in her portrayal of Salazar Slytherin as a transwoman. This is confirmed by Salazar's construction of the Chamber of Secrets. It represents what she most desires to own: a vagina. J.K. Rowling mistakenly believes that men cannot possess a vagina nor can women possess a penis. The basilisk, which penetrates the chamber, represents a penis. We also know this because it impregnates the sword of Gryffindor with basilisk venom. (The sword is another phallic figure, which suggests proof that men CAN get pregnant, yet J.K. Rowling is unwilling to have this conversation.)

Salazar Slytherin detests the cup of Helga Hufflepuff; for it represents the sacred chalice: the womb of a CIS woman. She instructs Rowena Ravenclaw's daughter, Helena, also a CIS woman, to steal her mother's diadem and bring it to her, for it represents the wisdom that J.K. Rowling believes only CIS women can grasp. These items are mockeries to Salazar, including the sword of Gryffindor, the sacred blade that represents what she longs to be free of (the sword could also be a tool to remove what prevents her from happiness.)

J.K. Rowling gave Salazar Slytherin a feminine item to own: a locket. This is further proof that Salazar Slytherin is a transwoman. The locket is also shown to attempt to strangle Harry Potter, portrayed by Daniel Radcliffe, who is a champion of trans rights. This is validation that J.K. Rowling views transwomen and trans rights activists as the biggest threats to humankind and that they should be eradicated.

If you are still clinging to these books or supporting this woman in any way (including thinking of your happy memories before she came out as a bigot) you are willingly participating in Nazism, sexism, racism, homophobia, and most importantly: transphobia. Do not give J.K. Rowling your support!

[corvidreavenart]

Evil Queen: "I'll speak French between your legs." The hottest things I've ever been told

Cruella: I'm just picturing someone screaming "BONJOUR" at a penis

Ursula: SACRE BLEU MADEMOISELLE VAGINA! HON HON HON TITTY CROISSANTS

Cruella, wheezing in the background: TITTY CROISSANTS

Lady Tremaine: None of you should ever be having sex.

[cookie-waffle]

Something I’ve noticed about the “lgb community” and other chronically online transphobes, is that they have this sort of made up lore about trans people?

Here is my collection of cringe fake lore that I have discovered after observing transphobes in the wild:

-They assume that no trans person can possibly date anyone else who isn’t also trans, ever.

-They think post-op trans people’s sex organs are completely non-functional and devoid of sensation.

-They have this impression that the lgbt community is currently falling apart and is about to collapse, when in reality, it’s only the “im one of the NORMAL gays” transphobe bootlickers who actually think that. And they’re def not the majority of the community.

- They think mtf bottom surgery is literally just cutting off your dick and balls and that’s it.

- They think top surgery is literally just cutting off your boobs and that’s it.

- A lot of them think there’s some kinda sacred bullshit natural balance between male and female, and that trans people are trying to ruin it.

-The vast majority of them don’t know that all people start female in the womb, and that all assigned females have a small underdeveloped penis (the clit) that becomes erect when aroused just like a cis man’s penis. As a result, the insults they throw at trans men are always inaccurate.

-They think being gnc with how you dress is the end of the fucking world.

-They are sometimes SO obsessed with trans people that it’s not uncommon to find one or two of them talking about trans people in the comments of videos that have literally absolutely nothing to do with being lgbt. It could be a 3 hour video essay about Crash Bandicoot, and they’d still find a way to make it about how much they hate trans people. It’s almost impressive.

- Gay transphobe seem to be under the impression that het transphobes tolerate them. They do not.