#praise & worship

[mybeautifulchristianjourney]

As The Hart Longs For Flowing Streams (The Water Is Wide) Praise Worship | Runtime: 3mins 44secs

[fallenxangel-13]

fallen angel worshipping your body for the first time. eyes widening in adoration, as though seeking salvation in your flesh alone. his fingertips ghost over your soft skin, lips murmuring praises against your bare neck- warm and desperate-before he takes you raw.

"you're so divine," he groans in your ear, his large wings shudder, feathers rustling as he thrusts deeper into you-eager for more. his faintest whispers send shivers down your spine. "forgive me, love.. heaven was wrong. you were made for me. only me. understand?"

[xochimillilili]

Reminder to worship and praise your puppy's tummy before fucking it full. Pin them down and kiss and lick and bite at it– thrust your cock atop their warm skin. Force them to look at your cock resting atop it by grabbing their face, as you explain how even their soft tummy is fuckable for you, praise them for it, for how pretty and loveable it is, see them go dumb from being groped and grabbed around. Show how fucking deep inside your cock is going to be pumping into them as you spank their dripping cunt and tease them for getting so desperate over it

Awww look at the pretty little puppy~ All drooly and cute just from my cock resting on your tummy. You're all wet and desperate just from your sir fucking your tummy... would my sweet cumslut pup like it better if I fucked my cum into your tummy? Beg for it like you need it.

[autismmydearwatson]

Every time I watch Dune I forget about it but I'm foaming at the mouth over how Paul has a vision of himself as a powerful, respected, divine figure with millions worshipping him and he just says "Somebody help me"

[avababy9]

be a good boy and let mommy milk you over and over until you’re a pathetic whimpering mess

[laurence-does-art]

They don't need to sleep, but they want to sleep, and they will get that nap Narinder, so help me-

[woof-verine]

alright wade got his body worship fic now it’s logan’s turn. because I am just imagining what it would be like to have your entire body designed literally to be a weapon of death, a vessel built only to endure and inflict extreme violence .. i’m imagining logan being taught through 200 years of experience that the only thing he is good at is hurting others, that all his body is deserving of is pain, both given and received.

and then he meets wade, and logan slowly learns for the first time in his entire 200 year existence how to let his body be an instrument of pleasure… wade treating him gently, even when logan bites back because he doesn’t know how to handle it, slowly teaching logan that his body deserves to feel good. logan learning how to soften himself, how to believe himself worthy of the way wade treats him .. how to accept love rather than snarl at it

[agaypanic]

His Good Girl (Carlisle Cullen X Vampire!Wife!Reader Smut)

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Kinktober Day 3: Praise Kink

Summary: For your one hundredth wedding anniversary, Carlisle takes you to a cabin in the mountains away from your children and the prying eyes of Forks citizens. The days are beautiful, but the nights are far more pleasurable.

A/N: ignore that im posting day 3 on the 23rd…. Im so behind omfg ANYWAYS i know vampires technically cant get hard or probably cum or wtv bc they don’t have bloodflow but this is a kinktober fic so idgaf. i know a thousand years is in twilight soundtrack, but i like the song and think it fits so pretend it/christina perri exists in this universe. Tbh this feels more like a real fic than a kinktober fic (not saying kinktober fics aren’t real fics. I just feel like kinktober stuff really focuses on the sex/kink and i feel like this is more of a fluff that ends in smut)

C/W: oral (fem!receiving), fingering, unprotected p in v sex (they're vampires so they cant get pregnant or diseases but wrap it before you tap it), praise kink, body worship, rough sex

***

“Carlisle, dear, I can pack my own suitcase.” But you did nothing to stop him from meticulously folding your clothes and putting them in your bag. Instead, you sat on the edge of the bed and watched him work. 

Your husband looked up, a smile appearing on his lips. “And yet, you sit and watch me pack it for you.”

“What can I say?” You said with a shrug. “I like watching your skilled hands be put to work.”

“Oh really?” Carlisle seemed to suddenly forget the task he was previously so focused on. He walked over to you, letting the cold hands you loved so much cup your face gently. “Just wait for this weekend. Then you’ll really see how skillful they are.”

You giggle, pulling at his waist and leaning up to kiss him. “I can’t wait.”

It wasn’t long before you were finished loading up the car and ready to leave. Carlisle had to practically drag you away when your goodbyes with the kids went on a little too long. But you couldn’t help it. Not only did you love your children dearly, but you needed to give them all (mainly Emmett and Edward) to behave while you and Carlisle were gone. Although they were tremendously older than their young adult bodies, they sometimes acted just as recklessly as teenagers. 

The drive to the cabin was long and peaceful. Carlisle let you handle the music, and although he kept his eyes on the road, he smiled at the sight of you passionately singing along with every song out of the corner of his eyes. 

You arrived in the afternoon, and your husband insisted on carrying your bags inside for you, allowing you to wander around the cabin you came to for special occasions. It followed a less modern aesthetic, mainly because getting a good internet connection so far from civilization was a little difficult. It reminded you of when you were first married to Carlisle.

“Why don’t you pick out a record?” Carlisle said from the bedroom, raising his voice a little so you could hear him down the hall, despite your enhanced hearing. 

You walked over to the small shelf that was filled to the brim with different genres and eras of music. You opted for something more modern, so you pulled out a Christina Perri vinyl and put it on the player.

The first track was one that you knew all too well, and it seemed Carlisle remembered it just as well when it hit his ears. Deciding that unpacking could wait, he left the bedroom and approached you. When he got close enough to grab you, he started leading you in a slow dance around the living room. And when Christina sang about loving someone for a thousand years, Carlisle kissed you deeply before making a comment about how he couldn’t wait for the thousand-year mark.

***

When your anniversary came the next day, you and Carlisle didn’t do much. Besides being slightly more affectionate than usual and exchanging presents, it seemed like a normal day for you two. But you cherished it like any other day you spent with your husband. 

The only time Carlisle strayed from you today was to go outside and hunt for dinner. He came back in record time with two wine glasses filled with red liquid and a few smudges around his mouth that he let you kiss off. Ushering you to the couch in front of the lit fireplace, he handed you a glass and used his now free hand to hold you close to him.

“To you, my dear.” Carlisle toasted, holding his glass up to you.

“And to you, darling.” You added, clinking his cup with your own. “To a hundred years.”

“And a hundred more.”

Hours had passed without you knowing. You were too wrapped up in Carlisle’s presence, the way he stroked your arm while he listened to you talk about whatever came to your mind. 

Eventually, your glasses were empty, and Carlisle set them on the small table in front of you before cuddling you again. You leaned into his touch, breathing his scent in. “I love your hands.” You muttered against his neck. The hands in question were either holding yours or gently massaging you.

“Oh, yeah?” He smiled, and you nodded. “You wanna see what else they can do?”

It felt like a switch had flipped, and suddenly, you were straddling your husband and kissing him like you’d been starved for a hundred years. He kissed back with the same sentiment, hands roaming and groping your body.

Carlisle broke away the slightest bit to speak. “As much as I’d love to take you right here, why don’t we move to the bedroom?” Without waiting for a response, he stood up, carrying you down the hall like it was nothing. You clung to him, kissing and lightly nipping at his neck.

When he reached the bedroom, Carlisle softly set you on the bed and started kissing you again. He towered over you, caging you in with his limbs.

But kissing, although very enjoyable, wasn’t enough for him. His hands started to roam again, and he began to play with the hem of your shirt. “May I?” He asked against your lips, and you nodded furiously. Carlisle peeled the shirt off of your body, and your bra was off soon after.

Without warning, he broke away from you. You were about to protest when his mouth latched onto your nipple, flicking it with his tongue. You moaned at the sensation, running a hand through his once pristine hair. He made sure to give the same treatment to the other.

“So beautiful.” He muttered, squeezing your tits with his hands and running his cold thumbs over your now stiff nipples. You mewled and arched your back. God, the things this man did to you. “So perfect.”

“Carlisle.” You whined. You couldn’t take anymore waiting, you needed him now. In desperation, you started moving your hips to try and rut against his thigh. He allowed it, giving attention to your breasts a little while longer while you used him to ease your need. But his thigh wasn’t enough. “Carlisle, come on.”

He looked up at you with a caring but mischievous look. “What’s the magic word?”

“Carlisle!”

“Nope.” The man smirked, slowly trailing kisses down your stomach and stopping at the waistband of your pants. “Come on, dear. Where are your manners?”

“Please!” You cried out.

Carlisle swiftly started to unbutton your pants, tugging them down your legs. “There’s my good girl.” The little nickname just made you even wetter. Carlisle took off your panties, leaving you entirely bare for him. He stared down at you, taking in the image. He sighed, seemingly lost in thought. “You’re the most beautiful creature I’ve ever seen.”

Ready to ravage you, Carlisle started to crawl on the bed towards you. But before he could get to the place he wanted most, you put your foot on his chest to stop him. A hand shot up to caress your ankle, and Carlisle started to worry that he was moving too fast for you without realizing it.

“Maybe you should take your clothes off too?” You suggested, giggling at his sigh of relief. Carlisle dropped your foot and stood up again, stripping in front of you. He did so as fast as possible without using superspeed, knowing you were desperate for him but would still enjoy the show.

“Better?”

“Better.”

You sat up, his stiff cock now at your eyeline. You reached out, wanting to grasp it, suck it, whatever he would let you do.

But Carlisle grabbed your wrist. “Now, what do you think you’re doing?” He asked, tone light enough to indicate that he wasn’t upset or serious.

“I want you to enjoy yourself.” You answer with a shrug. “It’s your anniversary too, you know.”

“You want me to enjoy myself?” He asked, gently pushing you until you were lying on your back. You nodded. “Then be a good girl and spread your legs.”

A tingle went down your spine at the command, and you immediately did as told. Carlisle grasped your ankles to keep your legs separated. He stared at your pussy, mouth watering at the thought of tasting you. He inched closer to you, hands running up your legs.

He didn’t waste another second. Carlisle pushed at your thighs to bring them to your chest and dove into your pussy, licking a broad strip through your slit before latching onto your clit. He groaned at the taste of you, sending chilling vibrations through your body. One of his hands splayed out at the back of your knees to keep your legs up, and he used his now free hand to prod at your entrance.

“You’re so wet, honey.” He cooed as he slipped a finger in, soon adding another. Carlisle began fucking you slowly, hooking his fingers on your g-spot and flicking at your clit with his tongue.

“More.” You moaned, squeezing his fingers. “Want your cock, Carlisle.”

Your husband tsked, taking his mouth off of you but continuing his ministrations. “Not til you come on my fingers, Y/n. You know the rules. I don’t want to hurt you.”

You whined, wanting nothing more than to be stretched and filled to the brim by your husband’s cock. But it warmed your cold heart that he was still cautious with you. 

“Then make me come.” You begged.

Carlisle took it as a personal challenge to make you finish as quickly as possible. He usually liked to take his time with you, but you were desperate. So Carlisle quickened his pace, added a third finger, flicked and sucked at your clit, and soon enough you were falling apart. You stiffened and let out a choked moan as Carlisle helped you ride out your high.

While catching your breath, Carlisle withdrew his fingers from you and cleaned your juices off with his tongue. The sound that came from him was almost animalistic. He looked at you as if you were his prey. “You’re so delicious.” He said, licking the remnants of your cum off of his hand. The way he was looking down on you made you even wetter.

Usually, Carlisle liked to start nice and slow, giving you time to adjust to his size before he began ramming into you. But tonight, he couldn’t control himself. He grabbed himself, swiping the tip of his penis through your slick folds to collect more of your juices before prodding your entrance and bottoming out in one swift motion. 

Then he started fucking you.

You were beyond grateful that you were staying in a cabin in the middle of the mountains because if someone were around, they would’ve thought you were being murdered. The headboard banged against the wall with the force Carlisle was using to fuck you. He held onto the backs of your knees, keeping your legs pinned to your chest and giving you shocks of pleasure with every hard thrust.

It was all too much, but in the best way. Carlisle fucking you roughly at an angle that you knew would make it difficult to walk for a while, despite you usually being able to recover from rough sex quickly. With the way Carlisle was acting right now, his panting and almost growling sounds, and his nails digging into your skin, you knew he wouldn’t be satisfied after one round.

“So good.” Carlisle groaned, leaning down to kiss at your neck. You pulled at Carlisle’s hair to try and ground yourself, but you were too far gone with the overwhelming pleasure. “Are you gonna come?”

“Uh-huh.” It came out as a high-pitched squeal, and Carlisle smiled.

“You can do it, honey.” While speaking, he snaked a hand down to rub at your clit, pace as rough and furious as his thrusts. “Want you to come. Be a good girl for me; go ahead.” 

It was like Carlisle had some kind of control over your body. As soon as the words left his mouth, you found your release. It was one of the most intense orgasms you had ever had. You were a bit surprised that you didn’t accidentally pull out Carlisle’s hair from how hard you were gripping the strands.

Carlisle continued fucking you at his rough pace, making you shake and cry out in pleasure. He didn’t stop, seemingly very focused on now reaching his own peak. The way your cunt gripped his cock certainly helped, and not long after you, he was shooting ropes of cum inside you, keeping up his thrusts to fuck it into you.

When he came down from his high, his movements slowed to a stop. He delicately moved your legs off your chest to lay on the bed, massaging any possible sore spots he may have given you.

“Was I too rough?” He asked, seemingly in a clearer headspace now.

You shook your head, reaching up to caress his face. “I liked it.” Carlisle sighed in relief, leaning down to kiss you. “Maybe we can do it again? Like, now?”

He laughed at your eagerness. “How about in five minutes?” He wrapped you up in his arms before flipping you over so you were lying on his chest. His cock was still hard inside you, filling you nicely. “I want to lay with my wife for a while.”

“I won’t argue with that.” You said, snuggling into Carlisle’s bare chest. “Happy anniversary, Carlisle.”

“Happy anniversary, Y/n.”

***

Twilight Taglist: @wedfan2 @natashamaximoff-69 @pink-hufflepuff

[anoant]

God of Time

[zhongli-lover-69]

[stellamarielu]

Mirror sex??😫

look at you

declan o’hara x female reader

summary: declan makes you watch in the bathroom mirror as he shows you just how much he loves you

content: nsfw, 18+, here’s the fluff you’ve all been waiting for, followed by some major smut, intimate, body worship, praise, him calling you princess, fingering, penetration, possibly a little bit of breeding kink sprinkled in here [whoops], basically just declan being madly in love with you

author’s note: anon, you deserve jail time because this is the most lethal request i’ve ever received!! mirror sex is SO declan coded i nearly spit out my drink when i saw this. thank you so much for the suggestion holy shit.

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you were taking what felt like the hundredth bobby pin out of your hair and letting it fall around you're shoulders as you stared at your reflection in the bathroom mirror.

It felt nice to free your hair from the complicated updo it had been trapped in all night. your makeup was the next thing to come off as you reached to turn the sink on, giving it time to run and letting the water get warm.

you were all dolled up from a night of following declan around at a fancy network event. in fact, it was the first time you had joined him for something so public. declan was done feeling like he was hiding your relationship and convinced you to join him tonight, as his date. the two of you spent the evening sharing smitten giggles and innocent touches, and it felt nice not having to tiptoe around anymore.

you held your hand under the running water smiling to yourself at the thoughts swirling around in your head.

"what has you so giddy?" declan's curiosity interupted the silence of the room.

"nothing, just had a good night with you." you answered, looking up at the mirror to see him standing in the doorway.

he was still wearing his slacks but must have been in the middle of undressing seeing as though his white button up was completely undone and barely hanging on to his shoulders. his chest was exposed and you couldn't help but let your eyes wander, exploring the broad expanse of muscle that was covered in a coat of wild black curls.

"not as good as my night with you." he was pushing himself off the doorway as he spoke, a smile hanging on his lips.

"I didn't realize how much I'd like having you on my arm all night- gettin’ to show you off like that.”

in a few steps he was at your back wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you into his embrace.

"I think I might just have to bring you everywhere with me now."

his voice is muffled as his head fits into the crook of your neck. he places a small kiss to the top of your shoulder and you’re leaning back into the soft sensation of his lips.

"I'd like that." you giggle, half due to his absurd comment and the other half caused by the familiar tickle of facial hair on your skin.

with his arms holding you close and his chin resting on your shoulder, his gaze finds yours, making eye contact with you in the reflection of the mirror.

"I love you."

the words took their time floating from his lips. his gaze was tender and his voice was serious as he spoke.

"I love you too." you keep your eyes on him as you respond.

your heart was fluttering in your chest as you raised your hand to declan's face, pressing it gently to his cheek and smiling sweetly at him through the mirror.

"I hope you know how deeply I care for you."

he was continuing to shower you in kind words. you adored this side of declan– the affectionate side he kept hidden away from everyone except you.

"I want the whole world to know you're mine."

his voice is once again muffled as his lips find their way back to your shoulder.

"you're so beautiful."

he's placing a prolonged kiss to the nape of your neck and his eyes dart up to find yours in the mirror. the sight of him leaning into you, kissing you and looking up at your reflection, is enough to make you go weak in the knees. but it's his words that do you in. with the compliment, your breath catches in your throat- the sound unmistakable. your sudden reaction has declan lightly chuckling, his laugh purring into your skin.

“so so beautiful.”

he lands another gentle kiss on your shoulder.

“your eyes.”

a kiss to the curve of your neck.

“your smile.”

a kiss trailing up to your jaw.

“those lips.”

a kiss on your cheek.

“this body.”

he’s humming as he moves your hair just enough to place a kiss right behind your ear. his hands begin to feel their way up the curve of your waist as he speaks.

“i don’t think you even realize how fuckin’ gorgeous you are.” his whisper is low in your ear.

you're stunned by the electricity flowing through you at his touch; unable to think, unable to speak and unable to move as you keep your eyes trained ahead, watching him intently.

you can’t see his hands anymore, instead you feel them at your back unzipping your dress.

as soon as the zipper meets the end of its track he's assisting the loose material and sliding it right down your body. given the fit of the dress you had opted out of wearing a bra, and judging by the look in his eyes, declan very much approves of your decision.

“look at you.”

his voice was hypnotic in your ear. he sounded so obsessed– so in love.

his lips were at your ear and his eyes were still staring into yours. now that your body was exposed in front of him he couldn’t help but let his stare fall to the reflection of your chest.

“god, just look at you my love.”

his hands are back on your body, running over your abdomen and up to your breasts.

“so fuckin’ perfect.” the words are strained as he holds your body in his hands, hungry to feel every single inch of you.

“i want you to watch yourself while i touch you.”

his breath on your neck was warm and the words on his tongue laced with scalding hot desire.

“i want you to see what i see.”

you watch in the mirror as one his his hands stays at your chest, the other trailing down the front of your body to the hem of your underwear– the last piece of clothing left on you.

“how perfect you are.”

he’s pulling the material down your thighs and you’re helping to kick them off as he seduces you with nothing but his voice.

“how unbelievably sexy you look when you’re coming for me.”

with that you feel his touch between your legs, fingers immediately finding the sensitive spot at the apex of your thighs. your stare is glued to your own reflection, eyelids heavy. the sight of declan’s hands on your body has you completely wound up, your body tense in anticipation.

“relax my love, i’ve got you.”

his tone is laced with affection. the look in his eyes is deeper than love or lust, its devotion. he’s completely and utterly devoted to you– committed to you; your body, your soul, your pleasure.

declan is fighting the urge to turn you around and pry your legs open on the bathroom counter and put his mouth on your sweet cunt. he knows your body like the back of his hand. he knows that he could have you coming undone in a matter of seconds with his tongue on your clit and his fingers curling into you, but he refrains. instead he keeps his position behind you, his fingers circling your clit at a gentle pace. he’s losing himself in the expression on your face, already so fucked-out for him. your leaning your head back and your eyes are drooping shut in pleasure, all from the touch of his fingertips.

he’s growling in awe of the way your body reacts to him.

“so pretty for me darlin’. always so pretty.”

the attentive strokes he's paying to your clit cause you to whimper. you're nearly squirming under his touch in need of more.

“that feel good?”

you’re mumbling out an “uh huh” with a nod of your head when you feel a finger seamlessly dipping into your entrance. you can’t stop the moan that tumbles out of your mouth and your eyes instinctively squeeze shut, the sudden fill of his thick digit sending pleasure coursing through your veins.

“open those eyes princess.”

he's admiring the warmth of your cunt- always so ready for him.

“wanna see you watch yourself while i play with you”

his words are absolutely filthy and you know he’s already aching to have you come on his fingers.

he's pushing a second into you, trying his best not to plunge them knuckles deep. he wanted to be gentle and deliberate tonight. he wanted you to feel how much he adored you.

you watched his hand in the mirror. two of his fingers were pressing into you and his palm was rubbing deliciously against your clit with each movement. his hand looked so big as it worked between your legs. you watched the way he filled you. your eyes followed the flex of his wrist, each movement simultaneously adding to the pressure building at your core. you grasped his forearm as the sudden curl of his fingers pushes at the plush warmth of your walls. you can't help the profanities that slip past your lips. remembering declan's directions, you fight to keep your eyes open and watching as he taunts you with pleasure.

you search the mirror for him, needing to find the deep brown of his eyes to tether you back to earth. you catch his stare and feel yourself relax into him. he hasn't taken his eyes off of you, not even for a second. he's drinking in the obscene way you're looking at his hand as it works to bring you closer to release; thinking about what thoughts must be going through your head.

"you like this don't you?"

the haze in your eyes as you look at him has declan's cock pulsing. he needs to see you come for him.

"wanna feel you come princess- wanna watch you."

his voice is a groan and he can't focus on anything other than the feeling of your cunt squeezing his fingers, pulling him in deeper.

"let me see it baby."

he's losing all control as he fucks his fingers into the same spot over and over again causing your eyelids to flutter.

"I can feel ya. so close for me."

he's using his words to coax the orgasm out of you and it's working. you feel the familiar sensation of your release at it's peak right before it comes crashing down.

"c'mon let me see those pretty eyes while you come."

you're obliging his request as your back arches against his body and you’re seizing under his touch.

"there she is." he's murmuring into your ear as he watches you chase the high of your release.

his fingers are still moving inside of you mercifully, to help lull you back into your body.

you're still coming down when you turn your head to catch his lips with yours. the kiss is raw, the connection between you feeling like a cloud of steam. you're losing your breath in the arousal consuming you, yet you need more.

"I need you." you pull back from the kiss long enough to mutter the words through a breathless whisper.

he's crashing his lips back on yours at the confession.

his hands work to remove his pants while yours find the thin material of his dress shirt, tugging at it- wordlessly begging him to take it off.

then he's completely undressed behind you and you turn your head back to face the mirror. you reach your hand back to trace down his body, the warmth of his skin against yours feeling like a sweet reward.

you're raking your eyes down his naked figure when his arms wrap back around your waist in a gentle gesture of love and contentment.

you stand like that for a second. both of you admiring your reflection; two bodies holding one another in adoration, finding solace in the others arms.

"I love you." this time it's you who says it first.

"I want you." then you’re speaking from a place of greed, trailing your hand lower on his body while the words leave your lips.

he grabs your wrist before your hand can reach for his length.

"I know princess I know." his words sound almost mocking as he guides his cock to meet the slick opening of your slit.

"does my sweet girl wanna watch while I fuck her?"

his dick is throbbing at your entrance but he doesn't push it in yet, he's looking at you in the mirror, waiting for a response to his question.

instead of speaking, you nod your head and bite down on the swollen flesh of your bottom lip.

declan couldn't handle it; seeing you like this for him. it didn't matter that he had you in his bed every single night, he would never be able to get over the sight of you all needy for him. your eyes were clouded, your cheeks were flush from your recent orgasm, your hair was all messy and your cunt was dripping; all for him.

he let himself find refuge in the sweet clench of your walls as he pushed his cock into you. his hands find your hips pulling you back into him to fill you completely.

you take his hold on your hips as a signal to brace the countertop in front of you. your fingertips dig into the granite as you lean forward and push yourself back to meet his thrusts.

what was just a beautiful scene of two people admiring their love in the reflection in front of them was now a display of pure animalistic desire. you were both watching; each other, yourselves, the tight grip of your hands on the counter, the veins in declan's forearms as he gripped your hips, the place where your bodies connected. it was like a predator eyeing their prey, only it was unclear who took on which role. you were feeding off of declan's moans; the confidence of the evening going straight to your head as you continued to bounce back into declan's cock, sheathing it entirely inside of you with every thrust.

he was on another planet, the only thing tying him to reality was his hold on your hips. he was plunging into you at an ungodly pace, going deeper and deeper and watching your face contort in pleasure. both of you were making the most perverse sounds as the aura of pleasure built around you.

"so pretty baby." his voice is close to a whine.

you feel yourself nearing the edge yet again at his words. his voice is so desperate, and you love when he gets like this; when the tough guy facade goes out the window and he's nothing but a whimpering mess. hearing him lose his composure only surges your confidence. you're arching your back and squeezing your cunt around him as declan buries himself even deeper into you.

"god I'm close." he's panting out with each thrust.

"where do you want it baby?"

you recognize what he's asking and you know exactly how to answer.

"I want you to come inside." your voice is a sultry whimper as you bore your eyes deep into the reflection of his.

"please."

the added plea makes a groan escape from deep within declan's throat.

"oh fuck princess."

if he was almost whining earlier, he was definitely whining now.

"gonna fill you up real nice baby."

his voice lowered to a dark whisper as he grabs tight on your hips, pulling you back to meet him in hard, swift movements.

"fuck- gonna make you feel so good." he's groaning and his fingertips are pushing into your skin.

it's the way he's speaking to you and the feeling of his cock hitting that same spot deep inside time after time that has you chanting out declan's name as another wave of satisfaction crashes over your body.

your pussy is gripping and gushing around declan and he's succumbing to his relief alongside you. the hot spurts of his release filling you and causing you both to moan in unison.

his grip on your hips loosens and he’s once again wrapping his arms around you, enveloping you in safety and comfort. you’re leaning fully into him, the intimacy of him still being inside of you causing a delighted smile to form on your lips. you're still looking at each other in the mirror ahead.

"I don't think I'll ever get used to you bein’ mine." he's matching your fulfilled expression with a little smirk of his own and pressing a sweet kiss to the top of your head.

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[laurence-does-art]

[wayfind-er]

Prayer to Ἑρμης Διακτορος

O’ divine guide, Lord Hermes, giver of joy and good things; please hear my words. If life is a journey, then you are my Guide. In every risky venture I take, I find you. From the dimly lit roads of the countryside, To the realm of gentle sleep you hold, I will follow you. Hear me, O’ divine guide, Shepard of Souls and friend of Mortals, Please bless this journey with your watchful gaze; Watch as I step onto an untried path in your honor, And may your keen gaze stop me from straying away. Lord Hermes, guide me in what is soon to come.

Inspired by u/ashelone on Reddit, and @temple-of-hermes' celebration of the Fourth. Divider by @/vibeswithrenai

[applefoam]

there's nothing warmer than that feeling I get when communicating with aphrodite

[competitivehole]

Craving the feeling of a hard cock slowly sliding into my butthole. A dick that’s a little too big, & I can feel the painful stretch as he works it in.

Maybe he’s loving, gently thrusting in & out, telling me what a good girl I’m being for him, how much he loves using my asshole. He makes me a little sore, but I embrace it because he’s enjoying how good his cock feels.

Or maybe he starts to thrust slowly, then picks up speed until he has lost himself & is humping my little butthole hard. I put my hand in my mouth to muffle the sound of my crying. I just try to shut up & take it in the ass like a good girl. It’s his right to use whatever hole he wants. He owns my asshole, after all, and sometimes he just wants to watch me cry.

Either way, he nuts inside my bad girl hole. He slips my jeweled plug in, & tells me how pretty my hole is when it’s full of his cum.