#Goat Semen

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⚡ GOAT SEMEN ⚡ 🇧🇷

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EP Review: Goat Semen - Fuck Christ (Hells Headbangers)

With a name like Goat Semen and an EP title like Fuck Christ, you kind of have to be brutal, noisy and furious sounding.

South American black/death band, Goat Semen will release their brand-new EP, ‘Fuck Christ’ on July 26th, 2024, via Hells Headbangers on CD, 12″ vinyl, and cassette tape formats. With a name like Goat Semen and an EP title like Fuck Christ, you kind of have to be brutal, noisy and furious sounding. Which are just three words that sum up the sound of this band and their devilish new EP. Five…

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South American Blackened Death Metal Band GOAT SEMEN Drop New Track, "Midnight Worship"!

If you can get past the band name, the Peruvian, South America-based blackened death metal crew GOAT SEMEN has released the new single, “Midnight Worship”! This is the first track to come from their upcoming EP, Fuck Christ. Give the single a listen and also get more info about the band and new EP right here below. From The Press Release Today, Peruvian legends Goat Semen reveal the new…

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VICTOR GOATSIMHEN !!!

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Going down

MDNI // smut // Jason Todd x Reader

smut inspired by this

(afab reader, blowjob, facial, representation for non-throat goats, no use of y/n)

Ao3 link: X

One minute you were stumbling out of the cab with Jason’s firm grip around your waist, guiding you to your front door. The next you were stripped naked, his hands working hastily to get your clothes off while yours fumbled with his belt. Laying on your back, head hanging off the side of the bed, you tense with anticipation, watching him stroke his thick cock as he moves closer. 

“Open your mouth princess,” he breathes, holding your face with one hand and angling his dick with the other. Obeying, you stick your tongue out as he holds your chin and rubs the tip on it, smearing his precum all over. He smacks the tip a little on your tongue, groaning as he slides it back and forth. 

“Good girl,” he moans, “Good fucking girl.” The praise sends heat running straight to your belly, and you squeeze your thighs together in arousal. He smirks, and you flush, suddenly feeling shy.

“You ready baby?”

You nod, and he starts to move, his cock pushing into your mouth as you moan. You can feel yourself getting wetter as you swallow more of his length, with Jason cursing at how good you feel. He’s thrusting now, gently at first as not to hurt you, but you can tell he’s losing some self restraint as he fucks your throat, your saliva coating his cock and your lips. Collecting some of your wetness on your fingers, you spread your legs and rub tight circles on your clit. 

“Feel good, baby?” he smirks, and you can only moan in response. You gag a little, feeling yourself running out of air, and he pulls out, a string of saliva connecting your lips to his dick. He jerks his cock fervently now, tilting his head back and groaning when he finally cums, painting your face with his semen. 

“You look good like this,” he grins, wiping some of his cum off and letting you suck it off his fingers. You hum against his fingers, agreeing. Grabbing a little rag, he cleans you up and presses a quick kiss to your forehead. He smiles devilishly as he whispers in your ear, “Your turn now, sweetheart.” 

By the time you guys finish, you’re both sweating and out of breath, your legs trembling from the third orgasm he pulled out of you from going down on you.

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Renewable Energy

Ziratha, an intrepid young succubus researcher, finds the ultimate solution to the looking Succubus Energy Crisis: a device that brainwashes its subjects back into nourishing, delicious, easily-flustered virgins - even rough, experienced, punk trans girls like Vivi

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“Wow. This is a succubus’s lab?” The crust punk trans girl looked around Ziratha’s research laboratory and sniffed. “I would have expected more candles. Magic circles. Maybe a few jars of goat semen or something.”

Ziratha the succubus rolled her eyes as the punk laughed at her own bad joke. “That’s a stereotype. You’d think humans would know better now. We’ve been living amongst your kind for decades now, and-“

“And succubi are simply people just like us, living perfectly normal lives, except for the whole needing sex for subsistence thing,” the punk interrupted. “Yeah, yeah. I’ve heard the history lesson before.”

Ziratha had to suppress a groan. Alongside her PhD research, a full-time job in its own right, she worked part-time as an adjunct making minimum wage. She’d forgotten what a good night’s sleep felt like. Half her blood was coffee. She was way too tired for this.

Unfortunately for her, this punk girl - Vivi - was the best shot she was going to get at seeing her research reach fruition.

“Anyway,” Vivi piped up, “hurry up and tell me why I’m here already.”

“You’re here,” Ziratha replied tersely, “because I caught you breaking a window at the back of the lab. Probably looking for something to sell. And because if you help me out, I can delete the feed from the security camera. Got it?”

“A girl’s gotta do what a girl’s gotta do,” Vivi shot back. “HRT ain’t free, you know?”

Ziratha sighed. In truth, she didn’t hold the attempted theft against her. It was simply that the succubus really, really needed just one single research subject. One was surely all it would take to get the funding board to sit up and pay attention.

“So, c’mon,” Vivi insisted. “What do you need me to do?”

Ziratha took a very, very deep breath. “OK, let me explain. Firstly, what do you know about the SEC?”

Vivi sniffed. “Sounds familiar.

“The Succubus Energy Crisis,” Ziratha told her patiently. “We succubi depend on energy harvested from our sexual partners. You clearly know that much. However, what you may not know is that sexual energy isn’t a sustainable resource.”

“How’s that?” Vivi seemed more interested in scoping out Ziratha’s messy lab than in the answer.

“The amount of energy a succubus harvests from her partner is inversely proportional to their sexual experience,” Ziratha went on. Reciting this was practically automatic. She’d been over it a hundred times in class. “The potency of sexual energy declines after, well, sex. Especially sex with succubi. The more we take, the less they have to give. Sex with ‘well-used’ partners yields negligible energy - and furthermore, might actually kill the human.”

“OK.” Vivi laughed offhandedly. “So what? There will always be more virgins, right?”

“That’s what people used to say about coal and oil,” Ziratha pointed out. “As it turns out, no. Thanks to a declining birth rate, an increasingly sexualized culture, and a constant expansion of liberal sexual mores into untapped parts of the world, reserves are depleting faster than they can naturally refill. Humanity’s store of sexual energy is trending towards zero. Starvation for succubuskind.”

“Right…” Vivi said skeptically, before shrugging. “I don’t see what that’s got to do with me.”

“I was getting to that,” Ziratha retorted. “I’m working on a solution, OK? See, traditional succubic magiscience holds that the depletion of sexual energy following virginity loss is a spiritual-metaphysical phenomenon. In other words, completely and totally irreversible. But that’s bullshit!”

Vivi looked up sharply at the sudden outburst of passion from the succubus.

“Those idiots in the academy just don’t want to let go of their precious little doctrines!” Ziratha fumed. “They’d rather sink billions into pipe dreams than admit the textbooks could be wrong.  I mean, the SuperCharm Collider? Seriously? It’s a joke! But once I get my funding, I’ll be the one who’s laughing!”

She let out a loud, rich cackle worthy of her demonic forebears.

“See, my research indicates that the source of this problem is purely neural-psychological,” Ziratha ranted. “In other words: if you can turn back the clock on someone’s mind, you can completely refill their sexual energy. It’s a perfect solution. Renewable energy for all, forever. But the Institutional Review Board won’t give me the damn funding for a proper set of clinical trials.”

“Hold up,” Vivi broke in. “Are you about to tell me that I’m your guinea pig? And… you want to turn me back into a virgin?”

Ziratha grinned, her eyes flashing behind her nerdy glasses. “Exactly! Behold my Transcranial Magical Stimulation Unit. Which I expect to be known more widely as: the revirginization helmet!”

Reaching over to her workbench, she picked up something that looked halfway between an old VR headset and a military-issue tin foil hat.

Vivi folded her arms over her battle vest. “There’s no way I’m wearing that.”

“It’s safe!” Ziratha insisted defensively. “I made sure of it. If it wasn’t, this would kill my entire career.”

“That’s easy for you to say,” Vivi replied, unconvinced. Then, she tilted her head to one side, and a crafty, dirty grin slowly spread across her face. “Hey. How about you and I go someplace comfortable and find a solution to a different kind of energy crisis?”

“Huh?” Ziratha blinked.

Vivi kept grinning and winked.

“Oh, I see.” Ziratha smiled wearily. “You want to have sex.”

Vivi giggled and nodded. “Don’t take this the wrong way,” the punk girl said, “but you look like you could do with a little top-off.”

Ziratha frowned. “Rude!”

In truth, though, she couldn’t be too offended. It had been a long time since Ziratha had fed properly, and it showed. Proper, nourishing partners weren’t easy to come by. Her deep red skin had taken on a slightly unhealthy pallor, her horns were nubs, and her tail was just a thin, dainty little thing. It was a far cry from the kind of overbearingly transhuman appearance succubi could have if they were permitted to glut themselves to their hearts’ content.

Admittedly, Ziratha wasn’t exactly playing to her own strengths. Instead of anything particularly alluring, she was dressed in the universal uniform of the overworked grad student: an old t-shirt, grey sweatpants and comfy sneakers, with a lab coat over top. Her hair was tied back in a hasty ponytail, her huge, round glasses made her look like exactly the nerd she was, and she hadn’t bothered with any makeup to hide the dark circles under her eyes.

Beneath it all, though, she still had a killer body. She was still a succubus, after all.

“What do you say?” Vivi proposed. She glanced pointedly at Ziratha’s chest. “Wanna turn those C-cups into something bigger?”

Ziratha was surprised Vivi knew so much about how energy levels affected succubi. “You’ve slept with my kind before?”

“Sure have.” Vivi’s smirk was infuriatingly cocky. “A few times. And don’t worry - they were never disappointed. I know just how to treat a girl - mortal or demon.”

Ziratha rolled her eyes at the lewd comments, but she was smiling too. This made Vivi the ideal test subject. It was what Ziratha had been hoping for when she’d first laid eyes on her. Vivi was tall, hot, and confident, and while Ziratha knew better than to judge a book by its cover, Vivi did look like someone with a certain amount of ‘experience’.

She was pure punk, top to bottom. Vivi was wearing a battle vest covered in patches and spikes over a simple, loose-fitting top, and beneath the belt she had on a pleated skirt, some torn stockings, and an impressive pair of boots. A lot of the skin she was showing was covered in ink, and both sides of her head were shaven, leaving her with a messy streak of hair that was dyed neon blue.

Ziratha would have been pretty shocked if Vivi had told her she was a virgin.

“As attractive an offer as that is, I’ll have to decline.” Ziratha didn’t bother to conceal her weary sarcasm. “You’re a guinea pig.”

Vivi rolled her eyes. “Fine. I guess I can think of worse things than getting my ‘sexual energy’ replenished - whatever that’s gonna feel like.”

“Great. Great!” Ziratha immediately started ushering Vivi deeper into her lab before the punk could change her mind. “Take a seat, please.”

She gestured towards a chair that looked like it had been ripped out of a hospital examination room, with all kinds of wires and machines hooked up to it. Vivi glanced at the chair dubiously, but still moved to sit down.

“What’s all this, huh?” she asked, settling.

“Just monitoring equipment,” Ziratha explained. “Taking your vitals, measuring neural readings. That kind of stuff.”

“Nerd stuff, got it.” Vivi winked. “OK. I’m ready, I guess.”

Ziratha could barely contain her excitement. This was it. Her breakthrough. Her triumph. But the succubus was too much of a scientist to count her chickens before they hatched. “Here. Put this on.”

She handed Vivi the helmet she’d spent hundreds of hours designing and building. The punk looked at the strange, ramshackle device even more dubiously than she had at the chair, but she did as she was told. Once the helmet was properly adjusted, the screen mounted to it hung in front of Vivi’s face, obscuring most of her vision.

Ziratha tapped a few keys on her laptop and the screen came to life. A few lights and indicators on the helmet started to glow and flash, and the whole apparatus began to hum as the large capacitors mounted to it started to charge.

“Hey, so, how long is this going to take, anyway?” Vivi asked. The punk sounded a little less brash and a little more uncertain now. “Is this, like, some kind of long-ass meditation thing? Because I have places to be.”

“No, don’t worry,” Ziratha answered. “It’s much quicker than that.”

The succubus tapped a few more keys, checked a few readouts, and then hammered the space bar.

There was a huge, bright flash, like an old camera going off.

Vivi went still and stiff for a moment, and then groaned faintly.

“What the fuck?” she complained. “What… was that it?”

“That was it,” Ziratha confirmed. Her tail was very straight, and her voice was thick with anticipation. “How do you feel?”

“My head is throbbing.” Vivi slipped the helmet off her head and blinked as her eyes readjusted. “You could have given me some real warning, you know. So, did it work?”

Ziratha glanced at her laptop screen. “According to the diagnostics, it should have worked.”

“How’s my, uh, energy?” Vivi asked, a faintly mocking smile on her face. “Any of your fancy instruments tell you that?”

Ziratha simply returned the smile. “Oh, I don’t need any instruments for that at all.”

The succubus reached out and took Vivi’s hand, and let her demonic sixth sense for energy tell her everything she needed to know. Her smile immediately became a wide grin. Oh yes, it had worked. Succubi could always tell when someone would make a good meal. It was no different from any other predator’s sense of smell, although physical contact made it far more precise. Right now, Vivi had the scent of a ripe, untouched virgin.

This was it. The breakthrough Ziratha had long searched for. Her invention was about to change the world.

Despite such heady thoughts, though, Ziratha wasn’t celebrating. Something else had caught her attention. There was something very strange about the way Vivi was reacting.

The punk girl was trying not to let it show, but she kept squirming and shifting in her seat. A distinct pink blush was showing in her cheeks, and Ziratha could feel Vivi’s palm starting to turn hot and sweaty as they held hands.

The succubus tilted her head. Now this was very, very interesting.

“Vivi,” Ziratha said. “How do you feel now?”

Vivi couldn’t seem to meet her gaze. “I-I’m fine,” she blurted out in reply. “It’s nothing.”

Ziratha wasn’t buying that for an instant. She had a succubus’s instincts. She could tell when someone was seriously flustered. Experimentally, Ziratha lent in closer and squeezed Vivi’s hand.

“Are you sure?”

“Yes! Jeez!” Vivi’s voice was a little too strained. Under Ziratha’s watchful gaze, she twitched tellingly. “You’re just being kind of l-lewd.”

Lewd? Just by holding her hand? “Fascinating…” Ziratha murmured.

The succubus pulled away, allowing Vivi to breathe a sigh of relief, and inspected some of her equipment readouts more carefully.

“It clearly worked,” she said, as much to herself as to her test subject. “But there’s signs of something else, too… hey, Vivi. Remind me: you’ve had sex, right?”

In contrast to her earlier, cocksure attitude, Vivi now looked like a deer in headlights at the question. “W-w-well, yeah! Of c-course!”

“So your memory hasn’t been affected, just…” Ziratha murmured, before turning back to Vivi and clapping her hands. “I think I know what’s happened!”

“What?” Vivi demanded. “I mean, uh, nothing. Obviously. But what?”

“Just as I was hoping, my revirginizer helmet completely returned you to a virgin state regarding your reserve of sexual energy,” Ziratha explained. “But I theorize that it also affected some of your closely-related inhibitions, skills, and arousal responses.”

Vivi blinked. “And what does that mean? English please.”

“Well, do you remember being a blushing, nervous, inexperienced teenager, years ago? Remember how much ‘steam’ you had to blow off on a daily basis? Remember how it made you feel when a girl so much as looked at you?”

Vivi nodded, and waited for Ziratha to say something else. But when Ziratha just glanced at her significantly, the punk girl turned as white as a sheet.

“N-no way,” Vivi protested. “You can’t be serious.”

“I’m afraid so.” Ziratha giggled. “It’s all connected, it seems. Congratulations. In just about every way that counts, you’re a virgin again.”

Vivi turned from white back to red upon hearing the v-word said out loud. She made to stand up. “I-I can’t believe you did this to me. I gotta get out of here.”

“Wait, wait,” Ziratha urged. She moved to Vivi’s side and calmed her with a simple hand on her arm. “I should really run a few more tests. Just to make sure.”

The succubus’s nostrils flared. She was shocked at how potent Vivi’s energy now felt. It was palpable, even when they weren’t touching. She could sense it in the air. Clearly, she had to investigate further. All in the name of science, of course.

Vivi was back to looking flustered, but she still threw a mutinous glare at Ziratha. “Y-you’re crazy! I can’t believe I even…”

Ziratha swiftly decided that if the betterment of succubuskind wasn’t a good enough reason for Vivi, she’d have to resort to other forms of persuasion. She bent down at the waist, putting her face close to the punk’s, and made her eyes very big and alluring.

“Please?” she whispered, in a voice that was suddenly soft and intimate. “Won’t you stay with me?”

Vivi looked like her body temperature had just shot up ten degrees, and Ziratha noticed that she couldn’t seem to meet her gaze properly. The succubus was sure she wouldn’t have fallen for that five minutes ago, but now she was a total sucker. “S-s-sure,” Vivi managed, in a strained voice.

“Wonderful.” Ziratha licked her lips. The distinctive virgin-scent Vivi was starting to give off was just delicious. “These readings - and reactions - are extraordinary. And I’ve done nothing more than hold your hand.”

Vivi whimpered plaintively.

“I can’t help but wonder,” the succubus murmured, “what kind of yields you might produce with slightly more purposeful stimulation.”

Vivi’s eyes registered alarm but, before she could protest, Ziratha slipped closer and planted a kiss on the punk girl’s cheek.

Her reaction was as immediate as it was striking. Vivi let out a faint gasp and her back arched slightly, even though she was clearly trying as hard as possible not to show it. But even more striking was the intensified deer-in-headlights look in her eyes, like she was desperately struggling to figure out what this meant and what she should do about it, even as she was so devastatingly flustered she couldn’t even manage basic addition.

Ziratha’s nostrils flared again. This was amazing, and she was starting to become aware of just how long it had been since she’d had a real feeding.

“Wow,” she said teasingly, momentarily letting her instincts get the better of her. “Just from one little kiss, huh?”

Vivi whined indignantly. "I-it’s not… that’s… t-this is nothing!”

“Yeah?” Ziratha couldn’t resist a giggle. “It’s just so funny - you seemed so cocky before. So experienced.”

“I am experienced!” Vivi tried to insist. “I’ve f… um… fu… I mean, you know… I’ve had s-s-s-“

Ziratha’s grin just kept growing as she watched the previously fierce punk trail off, her blush growing steadily deeper as she struggled to bring herself to actually say it. The transformation was quite the sight to behold. She had to keep pushing Vivi further. She just had to. It was part of the experiment, somehow, she reasoned. The succubus took advantage of Vivi’s helpless spluttering to press closer still and put her lips right by her ear.

“Sex?” Ziratha breathed, pouring as much suggestion and seductive glee as she possibly could into that one, single word.

Vivi looked like she was about to explode.

“You see?” Ziratha drew back, smirking victoriously. “You’re not experienced. Not really. Not anymore. You can remember that you’ve had sex before - but that’s it. And you can barely even bring yourself to think about those memories, because you might get too worked up. Neither your mind nor your body knows how to handle it.” She giggled. “Typical virgin.”

“I-I’m not…!” For a moment she thought Vivi was about to start tearing up, but then the punk girl managed to rally herself. “Y-you’re just messing with me! That’s all! It’s your stupid little machine, making me all confused. T-that’s the only reason I can’t think straight right now. I’m not, um, w-worked up.”

“Yeah?” Ziratha challenged. “Then explain this for me, please.”

She reached down and rested her hand firmly on the big, unmistakable tent in Vivi’s skirt.

Immediately, Vivi went as white as a sheet. Clearly, until that moment, she hadn’t noticed the huge hard-on she was sporting. She attempted a protest, or perhaps an explanation, but all that came out was a few strangled, incoherent sounds.

“My, my.” Ziratha licked her lips again, without even realizing it. She was so very hungry. “You see? You’ve become so adorably excitable.”

Vivi whined as Ziratha started stroking her fingertips along the surface of her bulge. “Y-you can’t just… what the hell are you d-doing? This is harassment!”

“I’m a scientist, Vivi,” Ziratha chided, in a voice that made her sound anything but scientific. “After my experiment, it’s only natural for me to give you a nice, thorough examination.”

The punk girl let out another whimpered protest, seeming to sense Ziratha’s ulterior motive, but under the succubus’s ministrations that soon gave way to a weak, pitiful moan. The new virgin was like putty in Ziratha’s hands. The power, the energy, the scent - it was all intoxicating.

“In particular,” Ziratha decided, “I think it’s only proper that I get a reading on your, ah, endurance. I really think - I really do think - it could be very, very scientifically interesting.”

Science was increasingly slipping out of view. Ziratha’s gaze was set firmly on the huge tent in Vivi’s skirt, and it was getting harder and harder to think clearly. After a little teasing, that sweet, sweet virgin energy was coming off Vivi in waves. The laboratory was thick with its scent.

Vivi was still giving the succubus that achingly alluring deer-in-headlights look, but after a moment, her willpower started to wane. She nodded. Ziratha’s nostrils flared. That made sense too. What kind of virgin had the resolve to say ‘no’ to a succubus?

In exchange, Ziratha decided, maybe it was time to make good use of some of the inherent succubic talents she’d spent all of grad school neglecting.

Ziratha straightened up and, as Vivi watched, shrugged out of her heavy lab coat. As it fell to the ground, she reached up and removed her hair tie, shaking her head to make sure her hair cascaded down around her face. Vivi was all but hypnotized by the sight.

But that was only the beginning.

Next, Ziratha took her t-shirt by its hem and lifted it off over her head. She moved slowly, though, letting the helpless punk watching her savor the sight of her tummy and cleavage being revealed. The way she slipped out of her sweatpants was even more seductive. She made a dance of it, swinging her hips from side to side as she peeled them away from her body to expose her long, sculpted legs.

The striptease left Vivi with a little trail of drool escaping one corner of her mouth. She couldn’t seem to stop leering. Her eyes were shining like she couldn’t believe her luck, and the tent in her skirt was now marked with a growing spot of damp precum.

Underneath her clothes, Ziratha wasn’t wearing lingerie, merely a comfy sports bra and a matching pair of boxers. But that, she decided, was plenty to work with when it came to a virgin.

And from the look on Vivi’s face, she was right.

“Tell me,” Ziratha panted, “have you ever gotten a lap dance before?”

Vivi looked almost panicked as she shook her head.

“Great,” Ziratha purred. “Then I suppose this will be a genuine first.”

Effortlessly, the succubus eased her weight into the examination chair, and backed up inch by inch until her naturally huge, curvy ass was pressed right up against Vivi’s hard bulge.

Vivi squeaked like a mouse.

At this point, her every little noise and twitch was like a red rag to a bull. The newly-restored virgin’s scent was so thick in the air Ziratha could taste it. Her hunger was awakening instincts she’d never known she had. Moving to the sound of unheard music, she started grinding and gyrating like she’d been doing it all her life.

The effect the lap dance had on Vivi was nothing short of explosive.

The punk looked like every bit the virgin she now was. Her eyes were wide and practically bulging, and her mouth was contorted into a goofy, uneven shape halfway between an amazed grin and a look of desperate, anxious disbelief.

She looked like she was about to blow.

“C’mon,” Ziratha mocked, in a voice dripping with honey and brimstone. “You can do better than this, right, virgin?”

Her teasing elicited another strangled whimper that just made the succubus want to push Vivi further and further. She danced her way up the punk girl’s body and turned to face her, rolling her hips as she pushed her ass back out behind her to grind into her throbbing bulge.

“Be a good girl,” she teased. “Hold on a little longer for me.”

Vivi just nodded haplessly. Her eyes were scrunched up closed, and she was gripping the sides of the chair so tightly her knuckles had turned white. Ziratha could just imagine what was going on in her head. Baseball scores. Times tables. Whatever she needed to help not utterly humiliate herself.

“Let’s see if you can handle something a little more… direct.”

Ziratha arched her and straightened her tail, daring the virgin punk writhing beneath her to open her eyes and stare at her amazing tits. Then, she reached back and used her deft fingertips to unfasten Vivi’s skirt. Vivi let out a moan that was as much protest as eagerness, but it didn’t stop Ziratha from using the motion of her hips and thighs to slide the garment out of the way, and then pull aside her panties until her hard, leaking cock was completely exposed.

Zirath’s long, forked tongue lolled out of her mouth as she stared at it, dripping drool down onto Vivi.

She needed it.

“Good news, punk,” she breathed, shivering. “You’re about to get your cherry popped.”

“W-w-what?” Vivi exclaimed pitifully.

“It’s, uh, for the experiment,” Ziratha reasoned. She was frenzied as she tore off her bra and panties. “I need to sample, uh… and, well, get a reading on the volume of…” She rolled her eyes and licked her lips. “Actually, forget the science. I’m just hungry, and you’re ripe for the eating.”

“B-b-but!” the trans girl spluttered, as Ziratha positioned herself against her cock. “I-I don’t know if I’m ready yet!”

“Yeah?” Ziratha paused, bemused.

"I mean… uh…” A bashful look came over Vivi’s face. “It’s just… I maybe… I wanted it to be special. You know?”

“Oh my god.” Ziratha snorted a laugh, and grinned wickedly. “You are going to be just delicious.”

In a single motion, she dropped her hips and impaled herself on Vivi’s cock.

Immediately, Vivi’s voice shot up an octave, and she let out a girlish cry of absolute pleasure. Right after, Ziratha’s rich, gleeful moans joined the chorus. The succubus couldn’t believe how good the virgin’s cock felt. It wasn’t just the sensation. It was the sustenance. Merely being in Vivi’s presence for the last few minutes had made Ziratha fiercely hungry. Now, at last, that hunger was being sated.

Once she recovered from the initial hit, Ziratha started moving her hips and bouncing greedily on the end of Vivi’s shaft. With each bounce, the punk girl underneath her thrashed madly in a clumsy, instinctive attempt to meet Ziratha thrust for thrust.

She mostly failed. But the attempt, at least, was adorable.

As she rode the sensitive, inexperienced punk, Ziratha started howling with glee. She’d never had the pleasure before, but it was true what they said - there was nothing like milking a virgin. Her body was humming with energy, and every time she buried Vivi’s cock to the hilt inside her pussy, the sensation got sweeter and sweeter. Something about the flavor of a virgin’s energy was utterly transcendent, and it was made all more nourishing by what it represented.

Ziratha’s complete and total victory.

Unsurprisingly, it wasn’t long before Vivi’s moans started to peak, signaling that she was at the edge. Clearly, despite her memories, the virgin had absolutely no stamina. Ziratha wasn’t going to complain. The orgasm was the sweetest part of the meal.

“Go ahead!” Ziratha urged. “Blow your load already. We both know you can’t hold back anymore.”

With a cry of absolute, mortified bliss, Vivi exploded inside her.

Ziratha’s moans peaked too when she felt Vivi’s virile, nourishing cum paint her insides. It was better than anything she’d ever felt before. The power, the pleasure, the feeding - all of it. Ziratha could already feel her body priming itself to swell and change with the infusion of fresh energy.

The ecstatic rush of it made her greedy. She wanted more. She wanted it all. Ziratha squeezed down on Vivi and started riding her harder and faster than ever. Every bounce, every thrust, coaxed more and more sweet, sweet cum from the virgin’s cock, until Vivi was whining in blissful agony as she came down from the high of orgasm. Eventually, Vivi’s eyes rolled back  into her head and simply passed out, her mind overwhelmed past its limits by sheer pleasure.

Ziratha kept riding her all the same. The succubus didn’t stop until she’d milked her for every last drop.

Eventually, though, once her hunger was sated, she slumped down next to the punk girl, giggling intermittently in giddy, light-headed glee. The succubus’s head was already filling with daydreams of fame and wealth when Vivi came to and pulled her into a hesitant, needy embrace.

“Hey, u-um,” Vivi whispered earnestly, in a voice that was anything but punk. “W-was it good for you too?”

“Huh?” Ziratha roused herself. There was something strange about the way Vivi sounded. No; about the way she felt. Ziratha had expected her to start returning to something closer to her normal behavior.

“I-I-I just, uh…” Vivi was once again turning bright red. “I-I thought it was really special. You know? Like, um, maybe we really have a connection.”

Ziratha seized Vivi’s hand again and, as Vivi stared at her hopefully, paid close attention to what she could sense from the punk girl. When the penny dropped, she started cackling.

“Oh my god!” she howled. “I can’t believe it. You’re still the same way. As fresh as ever.”

“What do you mean?” Vivi sounded defensive.

“I’m definitely going to need to hold you for some… oversight observation. Just to make sure.” Ziratha licked her lips suggestively. “But I can already tell. It’s like your brain can’t adapt anymore. Not just your energy levels. Your social skills. Your inhibitions. Your stamina. Everything.”

“What?” Vivi pressed anxiously.

“It’s the revirginization,” Ziratha pronounced. “All of it. It’s permanent.”

***

Mere weeks later, it was a very different Ziratha that stood upon the stage to make her big pitch to a room packed full of succubus leaders and investors. It wasn’t just the confidence - although she had that in spades, now that her Nobel prize was apparently all but assured. Her body had changed too. She stood taller. Grander. She exuded power and presence, and all of her body’s assets had gone from merely ‘hot’ to inhumanly mouth-watering. Her horns were a massive, knotted crown upon her head, and her tail was as deft as a whip and as thick as an anaconda.

All thanks to her favorite little meal.

Vivi was standing a little way behind her on the stage, and while physically she was unchanged, she seemed to have shrunk just as Ziratha had grown. She exuded a fragile, nebbish submissiveness despite all tattoos and piercings. She wore a choker collar bearing Ziratha’s name around her neck, and she was wearing a dress.

Ziratha liked her that way. And Vivi was no longer able to argue with the succubus.

“So, as you can see from our data, our early clinical trials have borne out the most promising of my invention’s results,” Ziratha was saying, as she rounded off her speech. “The regression to maiden status is, both psychologically and metaphysically speaking, permanent. The process isn’t damaging, but the subject’s mind naturally sheds its ability to develop new sexual skills or comfort zones, physical or social. Accordingly, their energy levels remain at peak capacity and potency - forever.”

Ziratha paused for a beat, letting the crowd of succubi sitting in front of her drink that in.

“In short,” she concluded, “they’re helpless perma-virgins. Isn’t that right, Vivi?”

Vivi blushed an incredibly deep red and looked down at the floor, but nodded.

“So!” Ziratha clapped her hands. “It’s safe to say that we’re ready to move into pre-production. Soon enough, each and every one of you could have one of my devices in your very own hands - assuming you’re willing to provide me with funding, of course. What do you say, ladies? A future of infinite, renewable energy awaits us!”

As expected, the auditorium was immediately filled with thunderous applause.

The age of the Succubus Energy Crisis was over.

The age of perma-virgin mortals and succubus dominance was about to begin.

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[whencyclopedia]

Agni

Agni is the Hindu god of fire. He is regarded as the friend and protector of humanity, in particular, he safeguards the home. Various forms of fire are associated with Agni and include the sun, lightning, comets, sacrificial fire, domestic fires, the fire of the funeral pyre, and the digestive fire which is within all humans. Agni was especially important in the Vedic period (1500-500 BCE), and the Vedas contains more hymns to him than to any other deity. He is still considered today omnipresent though not directly worshipped. Agni knows the thoughts of all people and is a witness to all important actions, hence the use of fire in many important Hindu ceremonies such as marriages. He is also referred to in sacred texts such as the Mahabharata as the 'Oblation-devourer' and the 'Purifier'. With flaming hair and riding a goat, he is easily identified in Hindu art.

Agni's wife is the daughter of King Nila who impressed the fire god by being the only woman in the kingdom who managed to kindle a flame in the royal palace. In some myths, Karttikeya (Skanda), the Hindu god of war, is Agni's son and the result of Agni's conquest of the Pleiades, the wives of the Seven Sages.

Agni & Various Fires

Agni is the son of the Celestial Waters, and that element is closely connected with fire which is thought to be carried down to earth within rain. From there fire is drawn up by vegetation and so when two sticks are rubbed together fire appears. Agni is also responsible for lightning which is born from the god's union with the cloud goddess. Another fire Agni is associated with is the funeral pyre; in this role, he leads the dead to their final judgement by Yama, ruler of the Underworld.

Agni is perhaps most closely associated with sacrificial fires where he is thought to carry the offerings of humans to the gods. According to various myths, Agni was at first afraid to take on this duty as his three brothers had been killed already whilst performing the task. Consequently, Agni hid in the subterranean waters but, unfortunately, fish revealed his hiding place to the gods. As a result, Agni cursed them so that fish would become the easy prey of men. In another version it is frogs, then elephants, and then parrots which reveal Agni's attempts at hiding and the god punished them all by distorting their speech ever after. The final hiding place of Agni in this version was inside a sami tree and so it is considered the sacred abode of fire in Hindu rituals and its sticks are used to make fires. Reluctantly taking up his duty again Agni did negotiate by way of compensation to always receive a share of the sacrifice he carried to the gods and he was given the boon of ever-lasting life.

Agni appears in all forms of fire and even those things which burn well or have a certain lustre. In the Brhaddevata we are told that at one point Agni is dismembered and distributed among earthly things. The god's flesh and fat becomes guggulu resin, his bones the pine tree, his semen becomes gold and silver, his blood and bile are transformed into minerals, his nails are tortoises, entrails the avaka plant, his bone marrow sand and gravel, his sinews become tejana grass, his hair kusa grass, and his body hair becomes kasa grass which was used in sacrificial rituals.

Over time Agni's importance as a god diminishes, a fact explained in the Mahabharata as due to his overindulgence in consuming one too many offerings. In the Visnu Purana he is described as the eldest son of Brahma and Svaha is his wife. Together they had three sons, Pavaka, Pavamana, and Suchi, who in turn had 45 sons, which, including their fathers and grandmother, totals 49, the number of sacred fires in the Vayu Purana.

Agni, according to one Rigveda hymn attributed to the sage Vasistha, also has a darker side. Similar in nature to the 'flesh-eater' demons, the raksasa, he has two wickedly sharp iron tusks and he devours his victims without mercy. However, when called upon by the gods, Agni destroys the raksasa with his flaming spears. This episode, when Agni becomes a servant of the gods, is illustrative of his fall from the pinnacle of the pantheon.

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[nerdygaymormon]

Genesis 38 - Tamar : It is a sin to deny people fair treatment & they are justified to find ways to get what they deserve

The story of Tamar interrupts the story of Joseph and his coat of many colors, which means it is often skipped over, in part to follow the story of Joseph and also because it is an uncomfortable story.

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Judah has 3 sons. He arranges for his oldest son to marry a Canaanite woman named Tamar. His oldest son dies without Tamar having children.

As per their tradition of levirate marriages, the brother of a man who dies without children is permitted and encouraged to marry the widow and any children that comes from that marriage are considered to belong to the deceased brother. Judah assigns Tamar to be wife of his second son who is named Onan.

Onan has sex with Tamar but pulls out and spills his semen on the ground rather than possibly impregnate her. Why would he do this? Under their tradition of primogeniture, Judah’s wealth would be divided among his 3 sons, but with the oldest getting double what the others receive. This meant the oldest would inherit 1/2 of all Judah has, the two younger brothers would each get 1/4. With the oldest son dead, if Tamar has a son, he would inherit his father’s share. However, if Tamar doesn’t have a son, then Onan would move into the spot of the oldest son and inherit 2/3 of Judah’s wealth. 

Onan dies and Tamar still doesn’t have a child, so tradition would be for her to go to the final brother. Judah is worried that if Tamar marries his final son, then he will also die, perhaps Judah sees Tamar as the common denominator in the deaths of his two oldest sons. Judah tells Tamar to go back to her father's home and live as a widow.

Judah’s wife dies. The scriptures say he was comforted, I think this is meaning he did the requisite mourning period.

Tamar finds out it is time for Judah to shear his sheep, and she puts her plan into motion. The local fertility cult had women who had sex with worshipers as a way to ensure the land's fertility, and Tamar dressed like one of these women, which included wearing a veil to hide her face, then she waits along the road that leads to where Judah’s sheep are located. Judah, who hasn’t had sex since his wife died, sees Tamar and wants to have sex with her and in exchange offers to give her a young goat. He doesn’t have the young goat with him, so to assure that Judah will send the goat, Tamar asks that he leave his staff, seal, and cord.

Judah later sends one of his workers with the young goat, except he can’t find the woman in this consecrated role, and the villagers say there hasn’t been such a woman at the local shrine for some time. 

In 3 months, reports come to Judah that Tamar is pregnant from prostituting herself out for money. He is outraged and orders for her to be burned to death.

Tamar produces the staff, seal, and cord, and announces these belong to the man who impregnated her and asks if Judah recognizes who these belong to. Judah admits to what he did, and takes care of Tamar and the twins she is pregnant with, although he never sleeps with her again, so it sounds like he does not marry her.

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This is a weird story. I have some observations.

Judah is pretty much a failure as patriarch of the tribe of Judah and this is really the story of how Tamar rescued this tribe and became the matriarch of the people of Judah. 

All the men in this family, by treating Tamar this way, risked the continuation of this family's line by putting in jeopardy the creation of the next generation. 

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In their society, the value of a woman is her virginity and her ability to bear children, and she will be provided for by either her father or her husband.

Judah’s family has left her valueless. Tamar is no longer a maiden. Onan denied her the opportunity for children. After Onan's death, Judah denies her the opportunity to marry his youngest. They've put her in a precarious position.

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In Genesis 37, the chapter preceding this story, Judah is the one who came up with the idea of selling Joseph into slavery and telling their father that Joseph is dead, causing their father immense grief. It feels a bit like karma that in this story Judah loses two of his sons and he experiences the same grief at losing them as his father.

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Some Christians have used the story of Onan to argue that masturbation is sinful because it also results in spilling the man's seed on the ground, not in the vaginal canal. In other words, it's sex which can't result in pregnancy.

The scripture seems clear that the sin of Onan isn’t that his semen hit the ground, but that Onan refused to impregnate Tamar, which was his duty to his dead brother. Onan broke the contract to raise up children to his deceased brother. Onan used Tamar for his sexual pleasure and/or as a way to disgrace his dead brother. Blocking Tamar from having children would result in Onan receiving his brother’s inheritance for himself, essentially robbing Tamar.

It is strange to use this story to teach masturbation is a sin as there was no masturbation mentioned in the story. Masturbate to your heart’s content as long as it isn’t hurting anyone. 

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When Tamar heard that Judah was going to shear his sheep, that seemed to convey important information, like shearing sheep isn't the only thing that happens at this time.

It makes me think of cowboys on the cattle drives who would receive their lump sum payment at the end of the trail when the cattle are sold, and many of them would immediately go looking to spend it on booze and women. Perhaps it is similar in that having all this wool to sell is an economic windfall and vices can be afforded.

It is interesting there is no condemnation of Judah for soliciting the prostitute. However, when he learned that Tamar had prostituted herself, he is furious and demands that she be burned to death. It shows the double standard of patriarchy. It was fine for Judah to use a woman for sex, but unthinkable for a woman in his family to be engaged in that activity. What is acceptable depends on which side of the patriarchal system you find yourself. Women at that time were viewed as property, and being a harlot, even a religious one, dramatically reduces the value of the woman.

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It wasn't happenstance that Tamar required Judah to hand over his seal, staff, and cord. These are the symbol of his family and his tribe. The seal is used to mark his property. These items are highly valuable, and by handing them over, he is putting the future of his family in the hands of the sacred prostitute. It is reminiscent of Esau selling his birthright to satisfy his hunger. Judah was satisfying a different hunger.

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Judah admits to what he did and agrees to take care of Tamar. He recognized the wrong he did and took steps to fix it, so in a way he redeems himself in some measure. This is considered justice and a fulfilling of what is owed to Tamar.

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The sin of this story was not prostitution, it wasn’t sex outside of marriage, it wasn’t masturbation or birth control. They failed to take care of Tamar and meet their obligations to her, that is the sin. They had an obligation to care for someone in a vulnerable position.

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This family has many generations of women who are infertile, but who finally have a son who grows up to save the nation. Think of Sarah, Rebekah, Rachel, Elizabeth, and Hannah. Although, since the common denominator is the males from the same family line, perhaps it's not the women who are infertile.

While not infertile, Tamar is similar in that she is unable to have children due to the men of this family. Tamar uses trickery and extra-marital sex to seize the means of reproduction, and she was declared righteous for doing so.

This Canaanite woman lived up to all the traditional roles expected of her, but she was betrayed by the patriarchy. Perhaps they did this because she wasn't an Israelite, but rather than polluting the tribe, she lifts it up. She became the one to carry on Judah’s lineage through her children.

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A queer application of this is we need to take care of the people around us, especially those more vulnerable and on the margins of society.

Many laws are being passed to deny basic rights and decency to queer people, especially trans individuals. Do we stand up for these vulnerable groups of people and oppose this legislation?

It’s okay for non-queer people to get gender-affirming care. For example, hormone blockers if puberty comes too early or to treat the symptoms of PCOS, testosterone to boost sex drive, hormone replacement therapy for menopause, breast reduction or enhancement surgery, hair transplants, Viagra, injections of filler to plump up lips and bums, and the list goes on and on. Cisgender people affirming their gender through healthcare is commonplace.

But for queer people to seek gender-affirming healthcare, that's not seen as the same. Laws target trans people to forbid them accessing gender-affirming care.

When I read that Judah thought it was fine for him to pay a woman for sex, but terrible for Tamar to be paid by a man for sex, it reminded me of how those in power and positions of privilege often allow for themselves things they deny to others. We live in a cis-normative and heteronormative society and gender-affirming healthcare is easily accessible for those in the majority. Meanwhile, the same health treatments for a queer person are tightly controlled and difficult to access. Estrogen is readily available to cis women as a hormonal contraceptive from their doctor, yet extremely hard to get hold of for trans women, who must go through a specialist gender clinic and a psychiatric assessment to access the same drug.

Most trans healthcare is actually cis healthcare. Very few of the speech and language therapists, laser hair-removal specialists, or surgeons constructing penises for trans men, originally trained to offer their services to trans people. Their services were for cis people first, and then adapted for trans people.

Cis people would be very upset if the government severely limited or outlawed their access to these treatments. Why are they upset that queer people receive gender-affirming healthcare? Perhaps it’s not the healthcare that they have a problem with, but it's about their own discomfort with queer people.

Just as Judah didn't have an issue with sex outside of marriage for himself but was ready to kill Tamar for essentially the same thing, many people in our society are ready to shame, bully, outlaw and even cause the death of queer people for accessing treatments available to everyone else.

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Another queer application for queer Mormons is we can relate to growing up being promised that we would be married and have a family, but then being denied those blessings and reminded of it at every turn.

Like Tamar, queer members have to make families in unconventional ways, and we get shamed and labeled a sinner because of it.

Eventually Tamar’s choices were validated and she was honored to become a foremother of Jesus Christ. One day queer Latter-day Saints will receive the blessings we were promised and be able to stay in the Church. In the meantime, we need to be persistent like Tamar to get the blessings we deserve.

[your-ghoul-pal]

Ghouls as things me and my friends have said pt.8

Aether: I want to make him a slut

Aurora: The council of autism has decided that I am one of theirs now

Cirrus: Please let it be tits *clicks* FUCK YES BOOBIES!!

Cumulus: Why are you such a homosexual owl

Dew: HOW THE FUCK DID I MAKE MY LASAGNA IMPLODE

Mountain: I need horse blood and goat semen

Phantom: Can't be worse for the climate than volcanoes

Rain: I need balls, not those kind.

Sunshine: I will still call you a motherfucker, anyone can fuck a mother. Okay maybe not you.

Swiss: Holy fuck!! Shoulders!!

[wakeupandsmellthecarcass]

Goat semen💌🎀

Their new EP is really good!

[cannedbeefaroni]

do you do NSFW alphabets? if so could you do one for eli? :)))

Eli Sunday NSFW Alphabet

A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

He’s crying. He’s unable to control his emotions after climaxing. His post nut clarity would be an absolute nightmare, so he would either need to be held tenderly or to be left completely alone so he can sulk (depending on his mood). 

B = Body part (Their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

He’s a massive prude, so he loses his mind over the slightest bit of immodesty. He loses his composure at the sight of exposed collarbone, chest, shoulders, and even legs. I think his brain would short circuit if he saw an entirely nude body, that's why he’d prefer clothed sex. I think he’d cry upon seeing someone’s bare breasts. He definitely fixates on the chest area more than others. 

His partner would love his ass. He’s got a nice bubble butt. 

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum, basically)

He swallows as to not waste any semen.

D = Dirty secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

He gets constant boners. He’s usually unable to relieve himself, but even when he gets the chance he most likely won't. When he’s doing his weird faith healer preaching bullshit his dick probably leaks a little in his pants. He’s way too into it. 

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

He’s very experienced, but he swears he’s a virgin. Let’s just say he’s been around the block. 

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

He’s a bottom forever. He wants to be on his knees, ass up, face down, getting railed. He’d also love sucking dick because he’s obsessed with serving others. 

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment? Are they humorous? etc.)

Yes but unintentionally. He says phrases such as “oh! Great heavens!” and “oh dear!”

H = Hair (How well groomed are they? Does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

I don’t think people shaved their body hair back then. I don’t think he’d shave at least tbh. He would have lighter body hair so it wouldn't be all that noticeable anyway. 

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment? The romantic aspect)

He’s very back and forth on romantic intimacy. There are times where he feels blissed out and totally in love during the act, and other times he’ll feel mostly ashamed. When he feels romantic he’s very obsessive and praises them as if they’re a gift from god. 

J = Jack off (Masturbation headcanon)

He masturbates a lot. Multiple times a day. Sometimes he cums untouched. He has to relieve himself in the fucking haybales surrounded by smelly bleating goats as they drown out his sobbing, because it’s the only place he has privacy. 

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

Hierophilia all the way.  He wants to be degraded for being the disgusting man whore he is as he prays for forgiveness, clutching a rosary as he gets railed. He wants to be a good little lamb for his dom and crave their praise. He wants to be manhandled and slapped around like a stupid little fuckdoll. 

L = Location (Favorite places to do the do)

Probably in a bed considering it would be so rare for him to be able to do it in one without being caught. However he loves getting fucked in church, even if he finds it detestable to do. 

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

Big strong men, especially if they’re in either tight or revealing clothing. He also likes older men (COUGH COUGH DANIEL PLAINVIEW COUGH). 

N = No (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

He is gay he wouldn’t fuck women (in my opinion). 

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

He is obsessed with sucking cock. He is a natural born cocksucker. He needs his throat abused by a big dick. He comes from giving oral alone. If he had his dick sucked or ass ate his eyes would roll to the back of his head and he would ascend. 

P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

He fucks like a rabbit. He’s just so horny he can't help it. Usually he isn’t the one to set the pace, but while riding he goes pretty fast. 

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Most of his sexual encounters would have to be pretty quick in fear of being walked in on. He usually wants more but beggars can't be choosers. 

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment? Do they take risks? etc.)

Everything about him having sex (especially with men, no less) is a risk, so I’d say yes. He’d probably be down for anything. 

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

His dick might be comatose tbh. Sometimes he’s unable to cum at all and other times he cums randomly. That religious trauma does numbers on your cock ngl. 

T = Toys (Do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

He would love having any phallic shaped object up his ass. He would shove a crucifix up his ass then cry in guilt after. 

U = Unfair (How much they like to tease)

He’s a bitchy little whiny brat. He thinks he’s so fucking funny and smart but he’s just annoying. He needs to be put in his damn place. 

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Too loud. Needs a gag during sex. He’s screaming and hollering. 

W = Wild card (A random headcanon for the character)

Not rly a headcanon but he has a big fat ass. 

X = X-ray (Let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

Beautiful dick. about 7 inches, perfect girth to length ratio, perfectly circumcised, very smooth, the skin of it is soft. He would however be shy about his dick size, thinking it's obscene, worried that it can't be concealed well. 

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

On a scale of 1 to 10 he would be a solid 95 

Z = Zzz (How quickly do they fall asleep afterwards?)

I don’t think he sleeps.

[urbxntwilight]

my favorite hivemind bits off the top of my head

- sports center top 10 plays of the week

- "SOLD CRACK TO A PINE TREE"

- "pandas aren't bears" "what are they then" "they're cats"

- graydon on "sail" by awolnation

- "DJ khaled can't play guitar... I don't even think he knows how to father that child."

- "I'm your little ragdoll daddy"

- margot robbie and will smith fucking in the locker room

- draining camp

- graydon steve o impression

- dev lemons eminem impression

- graydon getting an answer wrong and then freestyling

- goose mode

- graydon's sister going to a party where they all chugged milk and threw up

- strudel the goat

- burning capuchin monkeys in gary vee's furnace

- xanifesting

- "lightning strikes. northwest corner..."

- "if the sun went around the earth, wouldn't we see like, an earthset? no we wouldn't live on the sun"

- "I'm gonna have to go with The Bear" "The Bear is not included"

- the juice wrld/pop smoke/kobe bryant tweet

- jk rowling burning in a house fire

- "welcome to the diggy show, where we don't care no more! today's special guest, a LIVE CROCODILE"

- quadeca dropping his brian griffin drawing at the airport

- graydon nardwuar interview

- "look at my hands, poopy"

- "WHEN I SAY SWEET YOU SAY SEMEN"

- "it's the steelers, it's the steelers-" "FUCK THE STEELERS"

- graydon singing rocketman by elton john

- performance enhancers + the birth of dignan

- summoning the koolaid man

- all of the lights vs. fourfiveseconds/"PAUL! PAUL! PAUL! PAUL! PAUL!"

- fucked up in the crib watching family dude

- killing with a golf put

- ruthkanda forever

- stanley cowell rubbing one out

- squarepants. he was my brother. we were hazed together in the same fraternity.

- "['irreplaceable' by beyonce] should have been called 'to the left.'" "...okay?" "not every opinion has to move a mountain."

- kill edward

- ash ketchum/squirtle impression

- cousin/grandpa/aunt/uncle/infant son dying in rileys arms

- put yo. pinky. fingers. in my. ass!

- luh me da granky

[deslizada]

I have an interview for a high paying office job as opposed to my current job where I am low paid and have to touch bull semen, everyone sacrifice a goat for me

[creatediana]

When Gilgamesh the king came back to the city after the victory over the demon Huwawa,

he washed the filth of battle from his hair and washed the filth of battle from his body,

put on new clothes, a clean robe and a cloak tied with a sash, and cleaned and polished the weapons

that had been bloodied with the hateful blood of the demon Huwawa, guardian of the forest,

and put a tiara on his shining hair, so that he looked as beautiful as a bridegroom.

The goddess Ishtar saw him and fell in love with the beauty of Gilgamesh and longed for his body.

"Be my lover, be my husband," she spoke and said. "Give me the seed of your body, give me your semen;

plant your seed in the body of Ishtar. Abundance will follow, riches beyond the telling:

a chariot of lapis lazuli and brass and ivory, with golden wheels,

and pulled, instead of mules, by storm beasts harnessed. Enter our house: from floor and doorpost breathes

the odor of cedar; the floor kisses your feet. Your doe goats give you triplets, your ewes also;

your chariot steeds and oxen beyond compare." Gilgamesh answered and said: "What could I offer

the queen of love in return, who lacks nothing at all? Balm for the body? The food and drink of the gods?

I have nothing to give to her who lacks nothing at all. You are the door through which the cold gets in.

You are the fire that goes out. You are the pitch that sticks to the hands of the one who carries the bucket.

You are the house that falls down. You are the shoe that pinches the foot of the wearer. The ill-made wall

that buckles when time has gone by. The leaky waterskin soaking the waterskin carrier.

Who were your lovers and bridegrooms? Tammuz the slain, whose festival wailing is heard, year after year,

under your sign. He was the first who suffered. The lovely shepherd bird whom Ishtar loved,

whose wing you broke and now wing-broken cries, lost in the darkness on the forest floor.

'My wing is broken, broken is my wing.' The lion whom you loved, strongest of beasts,

the mightiest of the forest, who fell into the calamity of the pits, the bewildering

contrivances of the goddess, seven times seven. You broke the great wild horse and snaffled him:

he drinks the water his hobbled hooves have muddied. The goatherd who brought you cakes and daily for you

slaughtered a kid, you turned him into a wolf chased away by the herdsmen, whose hairy flanks,

smelly and mangy, the guardian dogs snap at. You loved Ishullanu, your father's gardener,

who brought you figs and dates to adorn your table. You looked at him and showed yourself to him

and said: 'Now, touch me where you dare not, touch me here, touch me where you want to, touch me here.'

He said: 'Why should I eat the rotten food, having been taught to eat the wholesome food?

Why should I sin and be cursed and why should I live where the cold wind blows through the reeds upon the outcast?'

Some say the goddess turned him into a frog among the reeds, with haunted frog voice chanting,

beseeching what he no longer knows he longs for; some say into a mole whose blind foot pushes

over and over again against the loam in the dark of the tunnel, baffled and silent, forever.

And you would do with me as you did with them."

The Epic of Gilgamesh translated by David Ferry, 1992

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Devil. Mystic Spiral Tarot

Themes and Keywords: Unlived potential. What draws soul to rebirth. Time. Forbidden knowledge. Temptation. Knowledge = power. Climbing. Shadows and light. The eye as mirror of the soul. Mind over matter. Matter over Spirit. Blind impulse. Unstoppable growth. Sex. Material mastery. Hidden structures of matter. Lust of result. Natural vigor. Astrology/Element Capricorn is the sign of the lusty goat. Capricorn’s glyph represents the sea-goat, the head and horns of the goat followed by the curving fish tail. As the mountain goat, Capricorn climbs, gathering knowledge for his own ambitious purposes. As the sea-goat, Capricorn is the redeemer. The oceans hide precious ores churned from the mountains it has worn away. The sea-goat sacrifices his liberty, the mobility of the sea, and submits to the gravity of land to bring these building blocks to humanity. Capricorn is cardinal earth, the impulse of matter to build, to live and rise. The sign embodies both the heights and the depths. It is placed at the zenith of the heavens, the top of the horoscope wheel. The sign begins at the winter solstice in the Northern Hemisphere, the darkest depths of the year. From there, the sun ascends from the underworld and light can only increase. In the body, Capricorn rules the knees. The knee bends, allowing for climbing, making Capricorn industrious, insatiable, executive, and opportunistic. The knee bends to yield to divinity, making Capricorn prudent, trustworthy, and heavy with gravitas. Capricorn is serious, yet possessed of mirth and dry wit. It can be a rigorous taskmaster in service of prestige and property—or human betterment. Capricorn’s motto is “I use.” Capricorn has self-respect and a strong sense of duty. It’s not content to merely have, it seeks to put its resources to use and growth. It has all the desire nature of Mars, exalted in the sign. Yet with all its impulse for manifestation, its unlimited potential is subject to the structures of time and incarnation, imposed by planetary ruler Saturn. Mythology/Alchemy When the Olympians were pursued by Typhon, Pan leapt into the Nile and changed himself into a goat-fish. Before Pan, there was another god whose emblem was the goat-fish. A third century BC text correlates Sumerian god Enki with Kronos (Saturn).53 Enki (Ea in Mesopotamia) was a god of wisdom, fertility, and trickery. Enki was known as the “Father of Light” and “Lord of the Sacred Eye.” He lived in the fertile waters of the Abzu, the ocean beneath the earth. The water of the Abzu also represents semen, and portrayals of the god highlight his virility and masculinity. Enki’s “water” fertilizes the fallow earth; as the Creator he formed humans of god blood, semen, and clay, intended to act as servants to the gods. His brother Enlil found humans too fertile and too noisy, with too many of them disturbing his sleep. When Enlil decided to wipe humanity off the face of the earth with a flood, Enki taught them to build an ark, thus saving humanity. In the end, the gods imposed restrictions; humans were no longer allowed to be as fertile, and their life spans were drastically shortened. Susan T. Chang