#Trinity and Ecstasy

[drondskaath]

Transcending Rites | Trinity and Ecstasy | 2023

International Atmospheric Black Metal

Artwork by Luciana Nedelea

[thewildheartsclub]

The Holy Trinity; Me, Myself and I. 🦋 Equilibrium.

Reason, Observation and Experience — the Holy Trinity of Science — have taught us that happiness is the only good; that the time to be happy is now, and the way to be happy is to make others so. This is enough for us. In this belief we are content to live and die. If by any possibility the existence of a power superior to, and independent of, nature shall be demonstrated, there will then be time enough to kneel. Until then, let us stand erect. ‘Robert Green Ingersoll, On the Gods and Other Essays’

[sugoi-writes]

Biting back the urge to say 'fuck it' and come off anon cause I keep finding gif-sets that would work perfectly for Smutmus. I know why tumblr doesn't allow image/gif sharing while on anon, but goddammit! The visual aids do wonders for the parts I'm not articulate enough to write without sounding repetitive. 😩

But on that note: I've decided to just throw caution to the wind and do a reveal after this one! Just wanna play a bit more with what little editing mobile allows and get summaries of the Smutmus Holy Trinity put on a masterlist first~ ❤️

"Yeah? You gonna cum for me, baby?" You breathed out in between your gasps and moans. The corners of your mouth twitched upward as Alastor's thrusts became more and more animalistic with every 'slap!', every curse that bounced off the walls and invaded his senses. You just felt so fucking good! He couldn't help himself.

Removing his clawed hand from your hair, Alastor traced the point of his sharp nails down your back - reveling in the hiss that forced its way through your clenched jaw - to wrap around the curve of your ass, his other hand on your hip joining it on the opposite cheek. With a harsh squeeze followed by an equally hard slap, Alastor began to guide your lower body in sync with his own. Foreheads still pressed together, his eyes were locked with yours as both of you were nearing another release. "Yes, just like that! Don't stop!" He groaned, forcing your hips up and down, the sinful drag of his cock driving you mad.

"Gonna cum in this tight little pussy! M'gonna fill you up!" He promised, hips becoming more erratic as he chased that wonderful high - one he could never get anywhere else. Lifting your head just enough to look down between your bodies, salivating at the way his cock disappeared inside you. It was only for a second, but it was enough for Alastor to smack your ass once more, his other hand coming back up to grab a fistful of your hair and direct your gaze back to his face. "Look at me!" He demanded. The blissful sting of his hand pulling your hair made you clench around him even harder, if that was even possible.

"C-c'mon Al, give it to me!" You cried, heart racing as he pushed you closer and closer to the edge, splitting you in half on his cock. "Pound that pussy-! Nnghh-ohfuck, fuck! Harder Al! Pound my little pussy!" You continued to babble, your mind beginning to go numb as your mouth fell open in the perfect 'oh!' shape. You looked so beautiful like that, it was almost enough to make Alastor cum right then and there, but he held on. It was knowing that he was responsible for the ecstasy coursing through your veins that did it for him; your begging and your expression was tugging at what little restraint he had left.

Reaching up to pull his fingers from your hair, you lifted your upper body so that you were in an upright position once more - his hands returning to your ass cheeks, using them as leverage to bring you down harder and harder with each thrust. "Don't stop! Don't stop! Don't fucking stop!" Alastor commanded through clenched teeth, pounding up into you while watching your tits bounce in time with his movements. "Cum on my fucking cock! Do it, cum with me!"

You had wanted to drag this out a little bit longer, but the way Alastor was pounding into you at such an inhuman pace, your were nearly at your peak (as was he). Alastor watched your hand go straight for that little button in between your folds, rubbing harsh circles against it with the pads of your fingers. "That's it, that's it! Good fucking girl!" He praised you, his own mouth falling open at the sight before him. Arching your back slightly and throwing your head back, you clenched your eyes shut - a drawn out moan so lewd it could make a pornstar blush (Angel) coming from your throat. Your thighs quivered violently, unable to hold the pace any longer as your orgasm crashed over you like you had just stepped under the Niagra Falls - your fluids squirting onto his lower abdomen and dripping down his sides onto the sheets below, a small amount even pooling in the crevice of his navel.

Alastor struggled as the vice grip your heated mound had on his shaft made it damn near impossible to move; but he prevailed, fucking you through your release while chasing his own. His cock twitched inside you as he watched your eyes roll back into your skull, his hips stuttering as he felt the first few ropes of his seed shoot into you. "M'cumming, m'cumming! Fucking-holy-! ... Oh my ffffuuu-!" Alastor shouted, this orgasm hitting him particularly harder than the rest. His shoulders came off the bed as his upperbody jerked forward slightly from the force of his orgasm, his own thighs quaking as he tried to keep his pace, determined to fuck you both through your individual highs straight into overstimulation.

Eventually his thrusts slowed and you removed your hand from that little bundle of nerves, placing both of your hands on his knees as you leaned back slightly, supporting your own weight on them. Your entire body would twitch and your hips would jerk away whenever the tufts of his pubic hair brushed against your swollen clit. Your chest heaved as you tried to come down from your high, but Alastor's shallow thrusts were making it difficult. "A-Al... baby please-" you tried to beg, but it was no use. You knew Alastor was deaf to the world the first few seconds after his release, so you could do naught but try to ride it out. But this time was proving to be more difficult than the rest.

Attempting to lift yourself off of his cock, you barely made it an inch when one of Alastor's tentacles wrapped around your waist, forcing you back down onto his still rock hard, drooling cock. "Ala-... Wha- Alastor?!" You cried out in shock, the overstimulation becoming almost painful as he forced your hips to grind back and forth with his hands. Your whole body was going to be covered in bruises and hickies come morning, and that thought alone had Alastor ready for another round. Grabbing hold of his forearms, you tried to get him to let go. "Al- just give me a secon-nah! Nngh! F-fuck!" But it was futile, as in the next moment you found yourself lying flat on your back in the same spot he once rested, his claws wrapped around the underside of your thighs and pushing them up against your chest - his dick not leaving your core for a single second.

"Oh darling... I'm no where NEAR done with you!"

I was wobbling so hard when I went to go grab a drink after this-- I fuckinh FELL. I FELL BECAUSE OF THIS POST.

ALSO WE HAVE A REVEAL SOON? I LITERALLY GONNA CRY-- OH MY GOSH I CAN'T WAIT??? AND GIFS, PICTURES, ACCOMPANYING THIS STUFF??? Phew. Guys, hold me up, HOLD ME UP

*Post Read*

F-First of all... how are you reading my mind? 🥴🥴🥴 Literally so many k-kinks in one post... the hair pulling? 😩💦 the nails? 😩💦 grabbing ass and using it as leverage? 😩💦 The commands/forcing us to look? 😩💦 Good Girl? 😩💦 Overstim when his legs are giving out??? 😩💦😩💦😩💦 HHHHHHHHH MINK AND HAZEL I FEEL LIKE MAKING A WHOLE ASS ESSAY ON THIS

S-Second... HOW? How do you write this stuff and not pass out? I'm clutching my pearls, I'm staring at the ceiling, and my legs are twitching. My throat is dry, my voice is groggy from waking up, but I want to SCREAM.

I- I can't IMAGINE how you must feel when you write this???? JFC?

I don't think you've realized what you've done 😩💦 You have rights to my estate, you have my soul, you have my crops, fuck it, you can have my cat Nugget when I die from the heart attack I'm about to have--

UGHN!! AAAAAAAA SO GOOD SO GOOD SO GOOD. BARK BARK BARK

If no one has told you today: you're so fucking awesome. And you deserve to have your mind blown and turned to mush from being dicked down 😩💦

☄️❤️Anon I fucking LOVE YOU. 😭💗

@hazelfoureyes @minkdelovely ....what's worse? THERE'S ALREADY A SECOND PART IN MY INBOX!!! SEND THE POLICE. IM GONNA NEED A WELLFARE CHECK

We wish you a Merry Smutmus, and a Happy Nude Year!

(Gif below was my exact reaction, when I woke up screaming to this post)

[mousy-nona]

Hey this is the anon that had requested the mpreg story with Lucifer havin a drunken night with Alastor that lead to him having a child with Alastor that he didn't know about until Alastor brought the young boy to the hotel. I just want to say that the first part is really good as I see it as a prompt plot backstory that leads into the prompt itself

PART TWOOO 

Less porn, but still some porn, then mostly plot.

You have been warned.

Later that night

Alastor sneered and tried to buck him off again, but this time Lucifer was prepared. His angelic grace kept the bastard pinned into place as Lucifer lowered himself to Alastor’s weeping cock. 

“Now, that’s not very fair,” he scolded. Alastor stared daggers at him, but he couldn’t quite hide the hitch in his breath as Lucifer’s hot breath washed over his sensitive skin. “You had your turn. It’s my turn now.” 

“Fuck. You.” 

A tentative lick was all it took to send Alastor’s head careening back, every muscle in his body clenched as Lucifer sucked on the head of his cock with reckless abandon. The sounds that were coming out of his garbled throat – his heaving chest slick with sweat and desire – his clenched teeth, Lord, his eyes, hazy and drugged with pleasure as he watched Lucifer bob on his dick…

It was almost too much. One wrong move, and Lucifer thought he might cum again. Patience. He forced himself to go slower, to enjoy every waking second of this already half-forgotten dream. 

Alastor groaned. “Coming,” he managed, his voice hoarse as his hips shot up. 

“No you’re not.” 

“Wha–”

Lucifer squeezed the base of his shaft with his fist, stopping the seed from surfacing. His cock strained, swollen and red with pressure as Alastor cried out, his large body twisting wildly under Lucifer’s golden grip. His back arched, his heels dug in hard, his shadows whipping and snarling as he strained to get free, to release. 

Lucifer had never seen anything more erotic in his long, long life. 

“Lucifer!” Alastor, that cold, cruel, merciless soul, sounded close to begging. The radio static had nearly faded from his voice. With a shiver, Lucifer realized that, for the first time, he was hearing Alastor. The real Alastor. 

“Not yet,” Lucifer groaned, wondering if it was possible to come without touching himself at all. He licked his finger and pressed it between Alastor’s legs, the tight hole clenching and gripping his finger as he continued working Alastor’s dick. 

There was a low moan, but otherwise Alastor didn’t put up any more of a fight. His large frame was trembling, his whole self shaking with the need for release. His eyes were glassy, twin rubies shining through the dark as he watched Lucifer with overwhelming need. 

“Lâche-moi,” he whispered.

Let me go.

“Soon,” he whispered. 

He pushed another finger in, and then another. Alastor let his head fall back, his chest heaving, the sizzle of static and sex heavy in the air. Finally, Lucifer withdrew his hand and pressed himself against Alastor’s loosened hole. 

He leaned forward and captured Alastor’s mouth with his own. The wild animal he was, Alastor slashed at his lips with his teeth, gold blood and spit and pre-cum mixing in an unholy trinity as their tongues fought against each other, sloppily, angrily, violently. It was no more a kiss than it was a battle for dominance. There was nothing tender to it. Nothing sweet or loving. 

So that was how he wanted to play this? 

Lucifer snapped his hips forward, nearly losing himself immediately as his cock was swallowed by the tight ring of muscle. Alastor howled, feeling himself filled, claimed. His eyes flashed, but the anger was quickly replaced by ecstasy as Lucifer found the spot, found it over and over again. Both of them were spiraling quickly, their bodies still oversensitized from the last round. Alastor growled, his long limbs twisting and flexing, his eyes widening as cries burst from him, his hips rolling forward to guide Lucifer’s cock deeper, harder. 

The waves of pleasure washed over Lucifer, coming faster and faster as he lost himself in the rhythm of their bodies. He moved his hand down and grasped Alastor’s head in his palm. Alastor choked, his hips lifting, his back arching.

“Come.”

It was the magic word they’d both needed. Alastor clenched around him, a crazed shout ripping from his beautiful throat as Alastor’s unbelievable tightness milked every last drop from him. In that moment, the Heavens could have broken, and Lucifer wouldn’t have noticed. There was Alastor, and only Alastor. 

A whispered “Lucifer,” was the last thing he heard as the darkness claimed him.  -------------------------------

Lucifer woke up the next morning to a throbbing head, an aching ass, and an empty bed, in that order. Alastor was long gone – or maybe he hadn’t been there at all? Could it have been a dream? 

He rolled over in his sheets – and promptly smacked himself in the face with the remnants of his torn clothes. Ow. Okay, not a dream, then. 

Which only left one question: How the Hell was he going to face Alastor? 

But he needn’t have worried. When he made his way down to the kitchen, the table was set for six, not seven, and Husk was the one leaning over a merrily crackling pan, not Alastor. Lucifer had never seen the ex-Overlord in such high spirits. The cat was humming, for Chrissakes. 

“What are you so happy about?” 

“The annoying-ass deer moved outta here last night,” he crowed. “Back to whatever hellhole he crawled out of. Maybe he’ll actually stay there this time!” 

Husk was too busy whistling away to notice Lucifer disappear.

Alastor’s room. His radio station. The lobby. Every dark and shadowy corner. Even Rosie’s shop. Cannibal Colony. Lucifer searched, and searched, and found nothing.

The demon was gone, as surely as if he’d never existed in the first place.  -------------------------------

Days passed, then weeks, then months, and still no sign of Alastor. The others moved on, some faster than others (Husk, who’d damn near thrown a party the first night he’d left), some later (Charlie, who cried for days when she thought no one was looking), but one by one the mentions of Alastor disappeared. Time ticked forward. The world marched on.

Lucifer, though, never stopped looking. Never stopped staring at shadows, never stopped seeing antlers out of the corner of his eye. 

And then, on the fourth anniversary of his disappearance, there was a knock on the door. 

Because life loves symmetry, it was Charlie who answered. The rest of them crowded around the lobby behind her, each one mentally ticking off the names that mattered and realizing none of them was missing. So who was at the door? 

“Welcome to–” Charlie stopped in the middle of her well-practised speech. She went as still as a statue for one breathless second. Then she screamed and jumped onto the tall, lean figure silhouetted in the doorway.

Lucifer’s mouth went dry. No. No, it couldn’t be. 

“Alastor!” Then she gasped, her gaze shifting to a smaller shape standing by Alastor’s side. “And who is this?” 

“This little one is Dio.” The radio static was so familiar and so heart-breaking at the same time, Lucifer felt he’d been shot through the chest with it. “He and I were staying at Rosie’s –”

“Aunt Rosie’s,” a higher voice piped up.

“Yes, Aunt Rosie’s,” Alastor obligingly amended. “We were staying at hers until things had…calmed down, somewhat.” 

“And do you really think you can come barging back in here as if nothing’s happened?” Lucifer barged forward, pushing Charlie to the side. “It’s been four fucking years –” 

His voice trailed off when he came face to face – with himself. Well, almost himself. The boy had his pale skin, his marionette cheeks, but he had Alastor’s antlers, Alastor’s fire hair and Alastor’s bright red, cunning gleam.

Slowly, disbelievingly, he met Alastor’s narrowed eyes. “Who did you say this was?” 

Alastor ignored him, because he was a dirty, annoying, bastard. Instead, he crouched down so he was eye-level with the boy, his face softer than Lucifer had ever seen it. 

“Dio, say hello to your other father.”

“Hello,” the boy – Dio – said. 

That was when Lucifer keeled over in a dead faint. 

When he woke up, the lobby was empty. Well, nearly empty. Alastor was sitting next to him, and the boy was practicing throwing darts at a lumpy doll. There were at least eight darts skewering the doll in the heart, and three more stabbing it in the brain. 

“What did I say? Think about where you want the dart to land, then throw it.” Alastor was saying, sounding like his usual, terse self. Good to see that some things never changed, child or no child.

There was a child. And from the looks of it, it was most definitely his child. 

He groaned and rubbed desperately at his eyes. They both looked at him at the same time. 

“Welcome back, drama queen.” That was Alastor and his sharp tongue. 

“Where is everyone?”

“I told them to take a walk. There’s a couple of things we need to catch up on, and I thought it might be better if we did it without an audience.” 

“A couple of things?” Anger surged through him, hotter than the fires of Hell. His six wings flared wide, and when he stood, a red tail lashed around his legs. Alastor immediately stepped in front of Dio, his shadow tendrils creating a protective shield around the boy.

But it was Dio and his suddenly too-white face that made Lucifer take a step back. He sighed and forced himself to calm down, extinguishing the fire blazing around his head. “You left. You did…that –” he spluttered, feeling his face turn red at Dio’s curious gaze. “With me, and then you left without a word. And now you turn up here – with our child? How did you think I was going to react?” 

“Frankly, I had no idea.” Alastor’s face was carefully blank, smoothed out of any emotion. “That’s exactly why I had to leave. You dote on Charlie, but she was the product of your marriage. How you would have reacted to a son with an enemy was anybody’s guess. I couldn’t take that risk.” 

“Did you really think I wouldn’t have helped you?” Lucifer bit out. “Do you really have such a low opinion of me?”

“Listen to yourself,” Alastor’s voice snapped and snarled, the static thick in his words. “You hated me. That was fine. The feeling was quite mutual, I can assure you. But this child – I did not want him growing up in that environment. Rosie’s was a much safer bet.”

“Safer,” Lucifer scoffed. “He would have been safer with me. I am the king of Hell. I am the first and original Sin. Who would have dared hurt him under my roof?” 

His son. Lucifer’s mouth turned bitter as he thought of everything he had missed, everything Alastor had stolen from him – those first blissful moments of birth, his first cries, his first steps, his first words. All those years he would never be able to experience. “How could you do this to me?” He asked, his voice half-broken.

“Dio, to the kitchen.” Alastor ordered.

“But–” 

“Now.”

Grumbling, the boy marched away, reminding Lucifer of the way Charlie used to stomp off whenever it was time for bed.

Char-char! It’s getting way too late! 

Da-aad! 

She’d bat those adorable, huge eyes of hers and trick him into staying up just five more minutes, Dad, please! I’ll be super, super good! 

He softened, the deep, protective part of himself stirring for the second time in his life. There was no mistaking it. This was his son. 

And he didn’t know him, but he would die for him. 

Alastor watched him carefully, the stiff set of his shoulders relaxing just a touch when he saw the rage ebbing from Lucifer’s face.

“I’m…sorry,” Alastor said. 

Lucifer gaped. Alastor…apologizing? That was the second most surprising thing he had ever done – the first being giving birth to Lucifer’s kid, of course. 

“You – what? Sorry?” He repeated dumbly. 

“Yes,” Alastor repeated stiffly, as if it was causing him great pain to acknowledge it. “I didn’t want to keep him from you, but I didn’t see any other way. I didn’t know how you would react, and I believed it was safest to wait until he was old enough to defend himself. He means…” 

Alastor trailed off, and Lucifer placed his hand over his and squeezed. “I understand,” he sighed, because he did. Being a parent made you crazy. It made you scared. People did stupid things when they were scared.

The two of them sat in silence for a moment. It wasn’t forgiveness – the hurt ran too deep for that – but it felt like the start of something else. Something new. 

Finally, Alastor stirred. He pulled something out of his coat and placed it in Lucifer’s palm. “His favorite toy.” 

It was a toy duck. 

And suddenly, Lucifer knew everything was going to be just fine.

[acknowledge-reigns]

Slumber Party | Naomi x Black!fem OC (SMUT) 18+!!!

Kinktober Day #6: Ass Worship

"I'm the Nelly in the party with some rocks for ears (so hot in here)

I'm a slave for you, baby, Ms. Britney Spears.

I'm a Clover, she a Toros, bring it on for cheers.

And I'm sexy like Christina when I dip it low

Not an H-town girl, but I rodeo

Yippee-ki-yay, welcome to the show

It's an all-girl party, clothing optional..." 🎶

Description: Naomi and Kira have a spicy girls night

Warnings: Pet names, Mommy kink, ass worship, rimming, praise, degradation, teasing, cunnilingus, mention of Daddy Kink (in reference to Jimmy Uso).

Face claim: Coco Jones

MDNI!! 18+ BELOW THE CUT

My masterlist can be found here and my kinktober schedule can be found here.

As always my fics are about Naomi, NOT Trinity Fatu

In this universe Jimmy, Naomi and Kira are in a Dom (Jimmy)/switch (Naomi)/sub (Kira) poly relationship. You find other stories featuring those three on my masterlist.

tag list - @mysticreigns2 @queeny23 @jeyusos-girl @notfancyrebelpaper @xbriexx @skyesthebomb @mzv11 @paigereeder @glitterywitchstarlight @v4mp-reads @hunnidmilly

Jimmy had left for the night for some bloodline related obligations, leaving Kira and Naomi alone in the house. The two had decided to have a sexy slumber party, They were both dressed in their pajamas, Naomi in a silky neon green nightgown and Kira in a skimpy tank top and shorts.

Naomi couldn't help but admire Kira's outfit, her eyes roaming over her body. "You look delicious, princess," she purred, running a finger down Kira's arm. "I can't wait to get started on our lil girls night"

Kira smiled coyly, her eyes gleaming with excitement. "I'm ready for anything, Mommy," she said, her voice low and sultry. "What did you have in mind?"

Naomi chuckled, a sly grin spreading across her face. "Oh, you tryna have THAT kinda slumber party." She teased as if she didn't know that was the plan all along. "I want you to worship my ass," she said, her tone firm but playful.

Kira had jokingly expressed plenty of times how she's jealous everytime Naomi has a match and some lucky bitch ends up with a face full of ass.

Kira nodded eagerly, her eyes fixed on Naomi's backside. "Yes, Mommy," she replied, crawling over to Naomi and placing a gentle kiss on her ass cheek.

Kira continued to lavish attention on Naomi's ass, her tongue tracing the curve of her cheeks. She massaged and squeezed the supple flesh, worshiping it with every touch, thrilled to feel the glow.

Naomi let out a moan of pleasure,

"Oh, baby girl, you're so good at this," she gasped, her breath coming in short pants. "Don't stop. Keep worshiping me."

Kira obeyed, her tongue slowly tracing the puckered little hole. She licked and sucked, her tongue probing deeper with each pass. Naomi moaned louder, her body quivering with pleasure as Kira's face is buried in her ass. "That's it, princess," she panted. "Eat my ass like a good little slut."

Kira continued to devour Naomi's ass, her tongue swirling and thrusting in and out. She reached around to rub Naomi's clit, wanting to bring her even more pleasure.

Naomi gasped, her body trembling with ecstasy. "Oh gods, yes," she moaned, her hips rocking back and forth. "Keep rubbing my clit, princess. I'm so close. Make mommy cum and I might eat your pretty lil pussy."

Kira doubled her efforts, her tongue working furiously while her fingers circled Naomi's clit. Naomi's moans grew louder and more desperate, her body tensing as she neared the edge. "That's it, princess," she panted. "I'm gonna cum, baby.."

With a final cry, Naomi came hard, her body shuddering with pleasure. Kira eagerly lapped up her juices, savoring the taste. Naomi collapsed onto the sofa panting heavily. "Good girl," she said, looking back at Kira with a satisfied smile. "You did such a good job, princess. Now it's your turn."

Naomi pulled Kira over to the couch, her hands firm but gentle. "Lay back, princess," she said, her voice soft but commanding. "Spread your legs for mommy." Kira obeyed, her heart racing with anticipation. She spread her legs wide, revealing her wet and waiting pussy.

Naomi knelt down between Kira's legs, her eyes fixed on the prize. "You're so beautiful like this, princess," she murmured, running her hands up and down Kira's thighs. "I can't wait to taste you." She leaned in, her breath hot against Kira's skin.

Naomi began to kiss and nibble on Kira's inner thighs, working her way closer to her pussy. Kira whimpered with need, her body writhing beneath Naomi's touch. "Please," she begged. "Please touch me, mommy."

Naomi chuckled, her lips curving into a smirk. "Oh, you're so desperate, aren't you, princess?" she teased. "You want mommy to touch your needy little pussy so badly." She inched closer, her tongue flicking out to tease Kira's entrance.

Kira let out a whimper, her hips bucking upwards. "Yes, mommy, please," she pleaded. "I need your mouth on me. I need you to make me feel good." Naomi relented, finally giving Kira what she wanted. She pressed her mouth to Kira's pussy, her tongue delving deep inside.

Kira cried out in ecstasy, her body arching off the couch. Naomi's tongue moved expertly, licking and sucking at all the right spots. She used her fingers to tease Kira's clit, sending waves of pleasure coursing through her body.

Naomi increased the pace, her tongue and fingers working in tandem to bring Kira closer and closer to the edge. "You taste so good, princess," she murmured, her voice muffled against Kira's pussy. "I could eat you all day long."

Kira was lost in a haze of pleasure, her moans and gasps growing louder with each passing moment. "I'm gonna cum," she gasped.

Naomi redoubled her efforts, her tongue and fingers working furiously to bring Kira to climax. "That's it, princess," she urged. "Cum for mommy. Let go."

With a cry of ecstasy, Kira finally reached her peak. Her body tensed, her back arching off the couch as waves of pleasure crashed over her. Naomi continued to lap at her pussy, helping her ride out the orgasm until she collapsed back onto the couch, spent and satisfied.

Naomi crawled up the couch, settling herself beside Kira. She gently stroked her hair, a satisfied smile on her face. "That was amazing, princess," she said. "You did so well for mommy."

Kira snuggled into Naomi's embrace, still trembling from the aftershocks of her orgasm. "Thank you," she murmured, her voice soft and dreamy. "That was incredible."

"Daddy's gonna hate that he missed this." Kira giggled.

"Guess we'll have to make it up to him." Naomi laughed.

Naomi held Kira close, planting a gentle kiss on her forehead. Now THAT is how you do a slumber party.

[suchawrathfullamb]

How To Get:

The Monster's Beloved Aura

Energetic configurations series where we explore the astrological and numerological components of various "vibes".

For this analysis I looked into the birth date of Winona Ryder (and two bonus actresses) who has played several roles as the "monster's beloved", revealing an archetypal pattern.

Winona has 21/3 as her Expression number, and 30/3 as Life Path, and 15/6 as Soul Urge. This of course shows us a prominence of the number 3 on her configurations (6 being its multiple).

Number 3, being 2+1 stands for the duality of god, or the division of unity, relationship/mirror, and number 3 is the expression of that relationship: when one divides into two and from that union, a third element is born. Number 3, then, symbolizes creativity as well, being the expression.

Arcane number 3 is The Empress, the card of penetration into matter, she is the verb, the ternary, nature, fecundity, and generation in the three worlds.

Three also carries a special role as mother, father, holy spirit, or yin, yang and wholeness.

Having 21 as her Expression, gives her the aura (how she is perceived on the unconscious level) of the combined energies of The World, High Priestess, Magician, generating The Empress. Meaning, Mother of ecstasy. The one who elevates the spirit. For The 21th Arcane is The World: Joy, recognition, wealth. Represents the feminine element. It is the crowning of the work. The absolute integrity. Therefore, when it reduces to 3, Empress, who is The Verb, it manifests as someone who embodies on a physical, carnal level, what The World symbolizes.

The Monster seeks to have its spirit elevated by her, to find the ecstasy he has lost in the process of becoming a monster. The connection to his soul, the bliss of the senses, and love in its purest form (love of the goddess/mother archetype).

And by having 30/3 as Life Path, it emphasizes her spiritual role as The Mother, the one who blesses. Zero here symbolizes the Universe (⭕️), the void, the vacuity that holds all potential, and it speaks to the path of Creation, of fecundating the void and creating something out of nothing. Soul Urge as 15/6 manifests in her romantic roles as the lover of the monster, as 6 is The Lovers and 15 is The Devil, creating, literally, "union with the monster".

The Monsters, in this case, are always powerful individuals who were casted into the shadows, and who crave the love that has been neglected for them, and in a less direct way in Beetlejuice, as a means into the physical realm, but still fitting the pattern of the desire for life (given by the mother).

And, in many of these, she does love or accept the monster, expressing the unconditionality of Love, but also manifesting Arcane 15, The Devil, which craves that which is carnal and seen as devious. Which makes sense as The Urge number, where we magnetize that which our soul urges/craves for.

By embodying this energy, as a spiritual practice, one is able to transform death into life (that which is lifeless gains vitality), and elevate/sublimate decay into abundance (that which is deteriorating is restored).

You can embody it by chanting the mantra Shrim.

Shrim is the seed mantra of Lakshmi, the Goddess of prosperity and abundance, and the consort of Lord Vishnu, the preserver in the Hindu trinity of great Gods, and brings Lakshmi’s many blessings.

Shrim is the mantra of faith, devotion, refuge and surrender. It can be used to take refuge in or express devotion to any deity, helping us to gain its favor and grace.

Shrim is mainly a Kapha (watery and earthy) mantra for improving health, happiness, fertility, love and calmness of mind. It is particularly important for women’s health and brings proper function and circulation to the female reproductive system. Shrim has a soothing effect on the mind and emotions, allowing us to surrender to Divine grace and take refuge in the higher powers.

If you want to embody through a more theatrical approach, you can role play this type of energy by emulating its style.

As I've mentioned before, the bonus actresses are Isabelle Adjani and Emmy Rossum, who played the same archetype in Nosferatu and Phantom of the Opera, respectively.

Here are some of the repeating patterns in terms of aesthetics:

- The color white, in gowns specially, as it is associated with a state of purity (not virginity, purity as in unaltered). Which then, progressively changes into black and red, mirroring the alchemical processes represented by the three colors.

- Flowy fabrics that denote the sensuality and daintiness.

- Natural looking hair that call to a kind of organic vibe.

- Minimal but enhancing makeup. It particularly enhances the eyes (magnetism) and the lips (consumption, temptation), and also goes for a more pale (not as in white but as in "bloodless") complexion with only the cheeks as the colored areas (as opposed to tons of contour and bronzer, for example), marking the heated energy of sexual arousal but still remaining dainty.

[bijouxcarys]

Eternally (Robert Plant x fem!OC)

Masterlist

Notes: Just a short thing I wrote on impulse. Not much else to say there. Needed to get the scenario out of my head so I could uh... sleep.

Tags: @celestial-dragoness @callmethehunter @firethatgrewsolow @ourshadowstallerthanoursoul @dzdndcnfsd

@friccinfricks @tangerine1969 @chromations @angrychicksposts @inanebula

@m-faithfull @strsmn

Who knew pain could hurt so exsquisitely?

It consumed her, from the tips of her toes to the errant strands of her hair. An unrelenting burn. A searing scorch. Every contour of her skin ignited by the sensation, each nerve ending aflame. The ache threaded through her veins, a wildfire of desire and agony intertwined.

Aching, bucking, fists clutching the sheets. God, it was almost too much.

It had been so long.

Too long.

A week of lavish gifts, grace, and gallantry, all leading to this moment. Beneath him. Only him. All of him.

"Does it hurt?"

His breath, hot against the curve of her ear, as he slowly undulated against her, the coarse hair of his chest pressing into her back. The cool metal of his necklace teasing her heated skin.

A muffled whimper. A soft cry. A silent scream. The sacred trinity of all things lascivious about Robert Plant.

One.

Two.

Three.

A hiss. A groan. A yelp.

"Does it, darlin'?"

The question repeated. A smirk audible on his velvet lips. Talented lips. Lips belonging to her.

She was overwhelmed, every thrust sending sharp, beautiful agony through her body. The delicious torment twisted inside her, tearing through her resistance. Raw and exposed. Pain was a symphony, each note played on the strings of her nerves, a melody of ecstasy and suffering.

If she were to bleed at his mercy, she'd allow it. She'd bleed forever; paint the most perfect picture with her crimson desire. Her submission was complete, an offering of flesh and soul.

Right... there.

"That's the spot, eh?"

Breath stolen from her lungs. Unable to moan. Barely able to stifle. Instead, she sang for him, from the depths of her honeyed core. Spoke to him with her body. A body belonging to him.

Only him.

All of him.

God, yes... it hurt so exquisitely. The pain, a cruel lover, embraced her, made her whole. It was a dance, a ritual of pleasure and pain, where each movement deepened her surrender. And to feel it forever? She absolutely would.

So pure, so stretched. So deep.

So complete, so surrendered.

So irrevocably his.

Eternally.

[my-sacred-art]

Monicwa Bellucci (Italian, born 1964)

Ecstasy of Saint Carlo Borromeo with the Trinity , 1616. Matteo Rosselli (Italian, 1578-1650).

[beansidhebumbling]

Part II

I'm writing in drabs so I'm releasing in drabs. Go with it please and thank you. For the wonderful @ae-neon.

Their mother, God roast her, was a believer. Mass every week, twice if it was the first Friday of the month. A bible in one hand and a wooden spoon in the other and never a smile in sight. The quiet consensus reached between shots and saltwater in the wake of her death was that she liked the suffering.

A dirty masochist, a better sadist, and an out-and-out bitch.

The fucking Holy Trinity and true litmus test of any good Irish Catholic.

She liked the ache of the stone floor on her arthritic joints, as she said the Rosary with a reverence she never held for life. Relished in her rumbling stomach, the biting pain, that lasted all through Lent. A manic ecstasy rose about her with the prospect of a wake, some strange joy found in the ritualism of grief.

Sharp and cold, a wraith of old Ireland, who loved God because of his cruelty not despite it.

**

The Archerons girls were heathens, now their mammy was in the ground. That was the word in the parish. Not that there had ever been much hope for Feyre in their eyes. A troubled child, fighting with Principal Carthy, Garda McMahon, Father O'Brien and anyone who looked at her crooked since she was but a young thing. Off gallivanting on the continent for the last five years. 

At least the elder two attended mass at Christmas and left flowers on their parents' graves. The Archerons, a great first pew family were bi-annual mass attendants now, who for Christmas and Easter, repented for sins they struggled to remember once locked in the confession box.

[liminal-zone]

why did they keep her alive

fic link: dissolved girl

fandom: the matrix | ship: trinity/neo

rated: M | tagged: body horror, cyborgs, bittersweet

summary: What if Trinity came back wrong? A post-Matrix Resurrections fic about what happens if the body was rebuilt again, and again, and again, and in the remaking, became something new.

Written as a Yuletide 2023 treat for Thene

excerpt:

*

Neo helps her learn this new body of hers. Trying exercise after exercise, incremental ways of understanding the flesh married to metal.

His body is strange too, of course, having been rebuilt in the same tank. But he can eat the same, and he can sleep the same, and he can fuck the same.

They try fucking, of course they do, but she’s different and unsure of herself. Doesn’t want to break the remaining living flesh, and doesn’t want to break him.

“I’m barely human,” she says.

“You’re Trinity,” is his response. His eyes so wide and trusting. “That’s all that matters.”

*

Sex in the Matrix, of course, is spectacular. There, she finds new desires to meet and higher pleasures to reach in his arms, from his tongue and fingers and dick, and in the wilds of their twinned imaginations met by impossible power.

She can make him come just by fussing with his code, and he can spend a year between her legs until there are only fragments of her left to coax back together. She can edge him till his sobs cause earthquakes, and he can bring her to such ecstasy that the entire Matrix blinks out for a nanosecond.

Their passion is strange and dangerous for they are strange and dangerous.

They have a mission, of course, but it’s been decades and she is a woman starved for him.

*

She does not remember dying for him. It’s the added horror that her memory is up to her last visit to the Matrix before they left to end Smith. She does not remember Bane, nor fleeing the sentinel army, nor being the only living human in centuries to see the real sun, nor dying. Pinned to the Logos floor like a precious butterfly, her agony masked to keep Neo focused.

“It was grief beyond imagining,” he tells her. “You died and there was nothing I could do. I had nothing to live for. It was all over.”

She holds him, and listens to him speak, listens to the remaining sobs that have been caught inside him for decades. She wonders at this Trinity she never was, the one who bled out in the machine city. The one who was pried out of there by someone, or someones, to use as future leverage.

She loves her too, that little slice of her that was true and was her. She feels such fond affection for her, the woman who was Trinity in the last few hours that her body was mostly human.

She doesn’t know, for Neo doesn’t think to tell her, that Trinity’s last words were a demand.

“Kiss me,” she had said. “Once more. Kiss me.”

[notjosieyouremy]

alkalent trinity day 39, the final dayyyy

traditional lent doesn’t end for a few more days, but tomorrow is my easter, my day to rejoice in divine ecstasy, the spiritual climax of my journey

total: 750 cal

i thought that i

found me a cure for feeling old

just one more line

to keep me sleeping loudly and cold

[bechdelexam]

Some malicious persons had wronged a woman and she went to blessed Augustine to seek his advice about the matter. She found him studying and addressed him reverently, but he neither looked at her or gave her a word of response. Thinking that perhaps due to his holiness he did not want to look a woman in the face, she came close and carefully explained her errand, but he did not turn to her or answer a word. So she left, sorely disappointed. The next day, when Augustine was celebrating mass and the woman was present, she was rapt in ecstasy at the elevation of the Lord's Body and saw herself placed before the tribunal of the most holy Trinity. Augustine was also there, standing with bowed head and discoursing most attentively and sublimely about the glory of the Trinity. Then a voice spoke to her, saying: "When you went to Augustine, he was absorbed in thinking about the glory of the Trinity and thus was completely unaware of your presence. But go back to him confidently! You will find him kindhearted, and he will give you helpful advice." The woman did as directed, and Augustine heard her kindly and gave her wise council.

this is my favourite miracle in the golden legend. a vision and a divine voice clearing up a somewhat awkward social situation & providing advice on how to proceed.

[thepastisalreadywritten]

SAINT OF THE DAY (June 18)

St. Osanna was a Dominican tertiary, who spent her adult life serving the poor and the sick and offering spiritual direction to many.

However, she was also a mystic and a visionary, eventually bearing the pain and red marks of the stigmata, though not the bleeding.

Osanna was born on 17 January 1449 to a noble Italian family.

Her visions, first of angels and of the Trinity, began at the young age of five.

She felt a call to religious life and became a tertiary at 17, having already rejected a marriage arranged by her father.

Her visions continued into her adult life, and she often fell into ecstasies. She was also a strong critic of the lack of morality of her day.

Legend states that Osanna, like Catherine of Siena, miraculously learned to read and write.

One day, she saw a piece of paper with two words and said, "Those words are 'Jesus' and 'Mary.'"

Allegedly, from that time on, anything relating to the spiritual was within her grasp.

When Osanna was thirty years old, she received the stigmata on her head, her side, and her feet.

She also had a vision in which her heart was transformed and divided into four parts.

For the rest of her life, she actively experienced the Passion of Jesus, but especially intensely on Wednesdays and Fridays.

Osanna confided these things on her biographer and "spiritual son," the Olivetan monk, Dom Jerome of Mount Olivet, as well as the fact that for years, she subsisted on practically no food at all.

She spent much of her family's considerable wealth to help the unfortunate.

She died on 18 June 1505.

[squirming-starfish]

squirming-starfish: an introduction

Wsg I'm squirming-starfish

You can call me Blue!

My pronouns are Jest/It/Ze/Rust

I like Paper Mario, Splatoon, heavy on Paper Mario, and other things such as FNaF!

My ask box is OPEN! You can either ask me or my characters!

The general characters available for asks are:

Dizzy

Prince Celeste

Demonia Soul

Harlequin

Miss Conductor

Ecstasy

Misery

The fandom characters available are:

Vessel

Prince Willow

Madame Crimson

Lazarus

((Those are all just characters I made in Fantasia on Roblox))

Ringmaster

Split

Lillith

Treble

Climber

Blackjack

((These are Splatoon characters for Ringmaster's bomb ass circus™️))

Olly

Olivia

Pierre

Marilyn

Puncher

Trevor

Apprehension

Stapler ((Olly answers for it))

((Paper Mario: The Origami King))

Rosalie

Cosette

Trinity

Wedding Planners

Coudre

Cam

((Outlast))

The Underworld characters available are:

Star North

Polaris "Cloud" North

Stacia

Solaria

Solus

Lunaria

Erza

Rhonda Wormwood

Erwin Creek

Wren North

The Fear Dolls / Dream Dolls characters available are:

Delusion

Philo ((+its cat, Chungus [Occasionally]))

June

Illusion

((There are more I just can't remember all the names of the dolls))

[p0sersposts]

Holy trinity of emotional ecstasy

Sweethearts forgotten emotional intimacy

Your new type of despair,

Manic pixie dream girl with dyed hair.

And he doesn't care

He doesn't care

He doesn't care

Letting the cobwebs encompass me

Time allows for it's purpose, bleed

Rotting away from the bone

Gnawing at the god forsaken telephone

He doesn't care

He doesn't care

He doesn't care

Plastic lady bug hair pieces

Picked up from corpses' fetus

Its old time beloved

17 and misjudged

Put the pieces in your hair

He doesn't care

He doesn't care

He doesn't care

Doesn't he care

[rosebury-archives]

⋆☆ Welcome to Rosebury-Archives ☆⋆

I AM . . .

. . . Dio, or Cherry, he/it, 21 years old. I write and I draw and I talk, a lot, all the time! My main account is @commander-gloryforge, so all follows and likes come from there! My AO3 is ofwineandecstasy and my Wattpad is of-wine-and-ecstasy

I WRITE . . .

. . . a silly little queer highschool romance called To Put On An Act. TPOAA follows 1 autistic gay kid and 1 bisexual asshole and their "genius" and "fool proof" fake dating plan. There's a lot of gay problems and sappy feelings and teenagers being problematic. I'm also working on another project I will call Birds Learn To Fly for now but shhh that's still far in the future

I POST . . .

. . . story updates! OC rambles! Snippets of my writing! Art of my characters! Posts that remind me of my stories! Shitpost?? Thoughts that come to me that are vaguely writing related! Updates on NaNoWriMo/CalmWriMo! Other things? God who knows!

THE TAGS . . .

. . . will be updated with links once I've figured out how to link tags?

// writing - snippets of my writing and story updates go here // art - drawings of my characters // ramble - any thoughts about my characters

// tell me pretty lies - anything that makes me think of TPOAA in general // hell on earth - anything that makes me think of the fictional town of Rosebury

// demon king - Alex' tag // breakthrough role - Youngbin's tag // nice enough - Kaya's tag // burning barbies - Margo's tag // moon rabbit - Lani's tag // queen bee - Leia's tag // white knight - Demian's tag

// even if its fake - Alex & Youngbin's tag // it couple - Alex & Leia's tag // pink and black - Margo & Lani's tag

// holy trinity - Alex, Margo & Lani's tag // worlds worst siblings - Youngbin & Sohee's tag