seen from United States
seen from Netherlands
seen from Türkiye
seen from United States

seen from Brazil

seen from Austria
seen from Brazil
seen from Mexico

seen from Germany

seen from United States

seen from Malaysia
seen from Italy

seen from Malaysia
seen from Austria

seen from Yemen
seen from Türkiye

seen from United States
seen from Yemen
seen from United States
seen from Poland

Anya is live and ready to show you everything. Watch her strip, dance, and perform exclusive shows just for you. Interact in real-time and make your fantasies come true.
Free to watch ⢠No registration required ⢠HD streaming
obsessed with how cesare borgia's only redeeming trait is being in love with his sister. and that's not even something good. it makes him worse actually
I need you all to lock the fuck in and start watching Half Man right NOW okay?
This show was tailor made in a lab to appeal to tumblrinas. Itās about a gay love triangle and a pseudo incestuous codependent bond between step brothers with lesbian mums and absent/abusive dads. Itās about psychosexual obsession and eroticised violence and intricate rituals. Itās about toxic masculinity and cycles of abuse and trauma. Itās about internalised homophobia and shame and repression.
If all of that sounds terrible to you and you want your gays to have nice personalities and happy endings then thatās fine but Iām not speaking to you! Iām talking to bitches who love gothic romance and tragedies where fucked up people do awful and unforgiveable things to each other. Iām addressing my fellow enlightened appreciators of Cathy x Heathcliff, Hannigram, Villaneve, Loustat (or Loumand), Gallaghercest, Borgiacest, Gallavich, etc.
Take my hand sisters.
the borgias textposts part 7

Anya is live and ready to show you everything. Watch her strip, dance, and perform exclusive shows just for you. Interact in real-time and make your fantasies come true.
Free to watch ⢠No registration required ⢠HD streaming
trinity forsaken
characters: lucrezia borgia, cesare borgia
pairing: ceslu
rating: explicit
word count: 3,333
warnings: brother/sister incest, religious imagery, blasphemy, blood, breeding kink, sex near a corpse
summary: lucrezia is made naked and clean and bloodless againāand his.
a/n: babyās first borgiacest šāāļø cuz itās 15 years later and s3 leaving off where it did is still a fucking CRIME. just a leetle snippet for tunglr but you can find the full thing on ao3 if ! ur nasty
tag list: @hybernian @the-darkestminds
Spilled blood stains the soul.
Buried amongst a gravebed of it, Lucrezia is overturned from the corpse of her husband to stare blankly up towards God. His silence descended some time ago, a condemnation of unbreathing lungs, an abjection of unpulsing veins. As she suffocates under the weight, the cherubs stillborn into the dried paint of her ceiling look beatifically down on her. She cannot see Father beyond them, nor Son, nor Spirit. Only this divine farce of heaven stretched thin above her.
Countless men have been struck dead by her affections and her contempt alike. Slaughtered, every one, by the sanguineous curse of her nativity: the unseen hands of fate and vengeance and tragedy, constant companions reaching out from her kin. Each life spattered itself on the hems of her fine skirts and soaked deep into her silken slippers as bone-burdens to bear and heart-griefs to nurture, yet there had been no need of confession in the after, no need of atonement.
Quietus is the birthright of a Borgia, and everyone knows it so.
But this death, snarling lamb on her shepherding handāthis death is different from the rest. She knew it with the final, stuttered chestfall. There is not repentance enough to absolve her of this mortal sin. She is sentenced to be bereft of His presence, for ever.
Without expectation, she says unto His silence: āI will never wash this blood away."
āThen I must," comes the reply, and Lucrezia stares not up towards God but into Cesare.
Her brother is here now, and he will take care of her. His hands are on her skin, cupping her face, grazing her throat. He lifts a sodden rag to her cheek, pink through with the water-thin wine of her husbandās blood. Though the muslin scrapes against her skin, she is insensate.
"You will be naked," he murmurs, his words fluttering her lashes shut, "and clean and bloodless again."
If only, she thinks. If only.
Low and graveled against her ear: "And mine."
On her temple, his dipped mouth feels like deliverance. Like green kisses practiced on a familiar mouth and shared giggles amongst the rolling grass. Like his body above her and below her and with her in spirit.
Then it is gone, and all goes quiet again.
Emptily, the cherubs smile.
Lucrezia shudders. "I want it," she breathes, shallow, "more than anything."
I am proud to love what I love.
Preacher's sister
Cesare x Lucrezia. Southern Gothic AU. Bingo square: masturbating during sermon (need I say more?) 1K words | Rated E Inspired by @dullpearl's moodboard. For @macrocest bingo
Heās not as good as papa, Cesare is. He can emulate, he can raise his voice to shake the rafters of the crumbling church and pound his fist against the unsteady lectern, but itās not the same as papa. āBlood begets blood,ā he warns against the use of violence, but thereās no real faith behind it and barely any fear. Heās quoting Shakespeare instead of the Bible. Theyāre way past fear.