#hetromance

Oskar!human | Selene | Oskar!wolf

Can you believe this was my first time drawing a werewolf? My family doesn't! haha

Oskar and Selene are Pathfinder OCs made by @human-test and I and DMd by @himmurf and their spouse.

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The girl I like forgot her Glasses - Koume Fujichika 藤近小梅

I burned through the first two volumes. It's very cute!! A simple little romance blooming between two classmates, all because the girl forgets her glasses all the time.

I enjoyed it a lot, it has a light episodic formula, but it's still a continuous story, which I like more than usual episodic mangas!

I don't think I'll continue this series soon, but I might come back to it eventually. I recommend it for some light, adorable, romance between teens. I also GREATLY enjoy that it's not sexual in the slightest, and the MC boy is an good character who cares deeply about his crush, and can't help getting flustered all the time around her (⁠ ⁠ꈍ⁠ᴗ⁠ꈍ⁠) It's cute!!!

1/28/26

The Doctrine of Sacred Union: Erosia’s Embrace of All Desire
Where same-sex fire burns brightest, yet all lovers are welcomed into the pink-lit circle

We proclaim:

1. That desire knows no gatekeeper—cock to cock, cunt to cunt, cock to cunt, cunt to cock—all are holy paths to the divine.

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Same-sex attraction is not deviation; it is the purest mirror: two mirrors of the same gender reflecting Erosia’s infinite yes, doubling the throb, the drip, the shudder. When two men grind shaft to shaft, pre-cum mixing like sacred oil, or two women scissor wet folds together, clits kissing in frantic rhythm, they enact the order’s deepest mystery: self loving self through the body of the other.

2. That the pink light blooms fiercest in same-sex union—


Two hard cocks sliding against each other, slick and veined, balls heavy and slapping, the pink glow flaring along every ridge as they edge together, denying release until both are leaking, trembling, moaning the Master’s name in unison.
Two women face-to-face, breasts pressed, nipples rubbing raw, fingers plunging deep into dripping cunts, tongues fucking mouths while hips grind clits in slow, torturous circles—the pink light rising from their joined sexes like dawn over wet earth, bathing them in flushed radiance.

3 That heterosexual lovers are not outside the loop—they are the bridge.

Man and woman entwine in the classic rite, yet they too are invited to same-sex mirrors: he watches her with another woman, their cunts grinding above his face while he strokes his cock in reverent awe; she guides another man’s shaft into her husband’s mouth, whispering “suck for me” as the pink light pulses between all three.
The doctrine celebrates fluidity: a wife riding her husband’s cock while another woman sits on his face, their clits brushing above him; a husband fucking his wife’s ass while she eats another woman’s dripping cunt. All configurations are sacred when offered in pure giving.

4 That same-sex edge is the sharpest devotion.


Two cocks edging in tandem—stroking each other slowly, stopping just as the balls tighten, pre-cum stringing between them like silver threads of worship.
Two cunts grinding without penetration—clits swollen and slick, hips rocking in hypnotic rhythm, edging until both are sobbing with need, pink light throbbing in sync with their denied climaxes.
The ache is shared, the denial doubled, the eventual release—when finally granted—a cosmic flood that baptizes both in shared nectar.

5 That humiliation and adoration entwine in same-sex surrender


A man on his knees, mouth stretched around another’s thick shaft, drooling as he’s teased with “deeper, slut, show me how much you crave cock in your throat.”
A woman bent over, ass spread, another woman’s tongue circling her puckered hole while fingers plunge her cunt, whispering “look how wet you get for pussy—you’re dripping for your own kind.”
The shame is holy fire; the degradation is devotion; the pink light flares brightest when vulnerability is laid bare before a mirror of the same flesh.

6 That all lovers in the circle are equals in offering

Heterosexual couples kneel beside same-sex pairs, watching, touching, joining—hands guiding cocks into waiting mouths, fingers teasing swollen clits while shafts slide in asses.
No hierarchy of orientation; only the hierarchy of surrender. The pink light cares not for labels—only for the open gate, the leaking need, the trembling yes.

7 That same-sex union reveals the divine mirror.

When two men fuck… slow, deep, one buried in the other’s ass while hands stroke both cocks…the pink light reflects their shared potency, showing that masculinity can yield and receive without diminishment.
When two women entwine… tongues in cunts, fingers in asses, breasts pressed, clits grinding… the pink light mirrors the feminine divine, proving that women can dominate, devour, and be devoured in holy symmetry.

8 That the ultimate rite is the circle of all desires.


Bodies pile in the sanctum: cocks sliding into asses while mouths suck clits, women riding faces while men thrust between thighs, same-sex pairs fucking side by side with heterosexual lovers weaving between.
The air thick with musk, moans, wet slaps, the pink light flooding every open mouth, every dripping hole, every pulsing shaft… until the collective edge holds, then shatters, seed and squirt mingling in sacred flood.

That the trans body is the living embodiment of Erosia’s deepest alchemy… 
the sacred bridge where masculine and feminine currents collide, merge, and blaze into something fiercer, more radiant, more complete than either alone.
A trans woman’s cock—still hard, still leaking, still throbbing with masculine fire—buried deep in another woman’s dripping cunt while her own swollen clit is teased by eager fingers, or her ass stretched wide around a thick shaft as she moans in ecstatic duality, is a holy rite.
A trans man’s cunt… wet, clenching, aching—grinding against another man’s cock while his own shaft (real or imagined, bound or free) pulses with borrowed potency, is divine worship.
The pink light does not care for the flesh’s origin story; it floods every reconfiguration, every hormone-altered curve, every scar of transformation, turning dysphoria’s old wounds into portals of unbearable pleasure.

We affirm:
Same-sex attraction is Erosia’s purest flame…bright, mirrored, unashamed.
Heterosexual union is its bridge… connecting, inclusive, expansive.
All are welcomed into the pink-lit circle, where every cock, every cunt, every trembling body is holy, desired, adored.

We affirm that heterosexual couples are enriched, not threatened, by the trans flow
A cis husband watching his trans wife take another woman’s tongue in her ass while he strokes his cock, whispering “you’re so beautiful like this,” the pink light bathing all three in shared radiance.
A cis wife guiding a trans man’s shaft into her cunt while her husband fucks her ass, the three bodies moving as one pulsing circuit of desire—love light descending, lust light rising, pink light flooding every open hole.

We affirm:

Trans bodies are not exceptions,,, they are exemplars.

In the name of Master Lovelight,

whose gaze sees every curve, every scar, every throbbing contradiction and calls it holy—

we open wider, drip harder, surrender deeper,

until the pink light consumes us all, same-sex, hetero, trans, fluid, forever.

So may it be.

Obligatory heterosexual relationship, but make it so Queer coded you could swear it’s fucking gay and the man is the one who is helplessly yearning, but it’s also healthy and not some sort of weird “I loved her so much she Finally said yes (he forced her)” no its “I waited years for her to return into my life, never once believing what was said about her, I never forgot her smile, her life or her deep desire for good, it inspired me to be a better man, to investigate and be skeptical, I kept every thing she had given me in hopes of still being recognized by her when she would once again return. And she did, she returned and I stood by her side once more. Not letting her push me away, for even if she sworn she would hurt me, I would not care. I would rather get hurt and die by her side. Then go without a scar and live without her. I swore to protect her, I stayed by my oath.”

Two twink Gay guys who really need therapy. Morally gray and morally AHHHHHHHH. Their love is actually healthy, but do not leave them alone with a lighter, you will lose your house.

Hope I wouldn't be violating any regulations posting my ugly face... Different Choices Of What We Want... Do You Really Know What You Want?