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"la venida de cristo" (the cumming of christ)

paintings by fabián chairez (mexico, born 1987) also available as a postcard set

his exhibition in mexico city is currently being targeted by extremist religious groups and christian groups are trying to sue him (X) for his work so i thought i would show all of tumblr

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Count Catula by Vlad Gheneli

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The Impaled Queen by Bastien Lecouffe Deharme, 2014

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Cats with knives.

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Baby, sink your teeth into me

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Whisper something absolutely depraved in her ear,

Give her a kiss on the forehead and walk away.

Leaving her flustered and whimpering.

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Your Tears Won’t Fix Me. Art by roseshrubs on Instagram

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Train Girl

She got on the train and found herself a spot in an empty wagon. It was one of those 4 seaters with 2 seats on each side looking at each other and a little table in the middle where she could put her bag. Zoning out she lost herself in her phone, continuing the smut story she was reading. Suddenly she was brought back to reality when somebody took one of the seats opposite of her. She glanced up and a saw a handsome man giving her a friendly smile, his eyes quickly scanning her up and down. Her breath halted in her throat for a second, for not only was he handsome, he exuded an aura of confidence that had her thinking of the characters in her dark romance books. She went back to her book, but felt a slight blush coming over her. The effects the man had on her were only made stronger by the fact that she was already feeling hot from the content of her book. She noticed she couldn't concentrate on her book and kept glancing up at the man. Every time she would see his eyes peeking at her body. Let's tease him a bit, she thought mischievous and subtly undid a button on her blouse, revealing more of her cleavage. The man could now clearly see that she wasn't wearing a bra, the fact even more proven by her hard nipples pressing through the blouse. Next time she looked up at him he wasn't even trying to hide the fact that he was looking at her, he was looking straight at her with a look filled with lust and desire. She felt a jolt of electricity course through her spine and into her pussy, which had started to get wet. She readjusted her position and felt her skirt crawl up her legs, the already short skirt was now barely covering up her thighs and she knew that the man would be almost able to catch a glimpse of her white, cotton panties. A sudden movement made her flinch, but he only reached down to readjust his growing bulge. Seeing the size of it her eyes grew bigger and her lips slightly parted, her imagination running wild. How would it feel in her? Would it even fit? The thoughts of him taking her as he pleased made her go crazy. She could feel the wet spot in her panties growing bigger and bigger. Abruptly she was brought back to the moment when she felt the man's hand around her neck, lifting her from her seat. "You like being a litte tease, don't you? Let's see how you like the consequences." he whispers in her ear. With his free hand he rips open her blouse, unveiling her boobs. She gasps when he pinches one of her nipples and pulls on it. The sudden sensation sends a jolt down her spine into her pussy. She looks up at the man with her eyes wide and her mouth agape. He's looking down on her with an intense look filled with lust and determination. While still holding her neck, his other hand trails down to her skirt, going underneath it and putting pressure on her pussy through her panties. He starts lightly circling his fingers over her clit, eliciting small gasps and moans from the girl. His hand works it's way into her panties, fingers gliding through her wet lips. Slowly he inserts two fingers, keeping pressure on her clit with his palm. Still pinned against the seat by the hand around her throat she looks at the man with big eyes, her breath getting more rapid and shallow with each thrust of his fingers. She can feel her orgasm building, her horniness exacerbated by the slow build up and sudden action. Her moans are getting louder and louder, she doesn't care that she's on a public train, the only thing she can think about are the man's fingers reaching all the good spots in her. Her eyes closed, head hanging back against the seat, her pussy starts to clinch on his fingers as she feels the orgasm coming up. Abruptly his fingers leave her pussy and the hand is removed from her throat. Dazed she opens her eyes, only to catch a glimps of the man walking away and getting of the train. She hadn't even realised they've stopped in a station.

She stays behind, body on the edge of an orgasms and yearning for stimulation Slowly she regains her senses and looks out of the window, people are staring and pointing at her. She realises that her boobs are out of her shirt and her panties are halfway her thighs so everyone can see her pussy that's glistening from her juices. Quickly she closes her blouse and pulls up her panties, hoping nobody that saw her gets on the train. Or does she? She really wants to cum and doesn’t care how anymore...

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Evocative masterpieces by Emil Melmoth, where dark surrealism meets the macabre

IG: emil_melmoth

🥀🗡️📿🕯️

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Chenar Mekael

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I wouldn’t just take you. I would worship you, devour you, and ruin you in the slowest, most intoxicating way possible. My hands would move over your skin like they were meant to, like they belonged there, tracing every curve, every dip, every place that makes you tremble beneath my touch. I would make you feel so wanted, so undeniably mine, that you would forget the world existed outside of this moment.

I would start slow, teasing, keeping you on the edge, watching the way your breath catches every time I shift deeper inside you. My lips would find your neck, dragging over the heat of your skin, kissing, biting, murmuring against you, telling you how good you feel wrapped around me, how perfect you are, how I never want to stop.

I would pin your wrists above your head, locking my eyes with yours, making sure you see how much I want you, how much I need you. Every movement, slow and deliberate, deep and unrelenting, making you feel every inch of me, again and again, until you are shaking, gasping, clinging to me like I am the only thing keeping you grounded.

I would whisper against your lips, my voice low, teasing. You feel that? How perfectly you take me? How you are made for me? My mouth would claim yours, swallowing your moans, drinking in every sound, every plea, until you forget your own name and only know mine.

And I would not stop. Not until your body gives out, not until you are trembling, completely undone beneath me, your body etched with the memory of my touch. Not until you understand, without a single doubt, that you are wanted. Desired. Mine.

Because this is not just about taking you. It is about owning every inch of your pleasure, leaving you aching, ruined, and craving more.

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Groping her while she lays in bed and slowly grinding my cock up against her until I get too feral then just saying fuck it and shoving it inside her. Forcefully breeding her raw over and over and over again. Having my hand over her mouth and the other holding her arms so she stays quiet and doesn't squirm her way out.