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castaspelli · 7 months
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Surrender to my perfection.
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thedevilssinner · 10 months
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I had this little fantasy and I can't get it out of my head.
I'm not religious by any means, but for some reason I like the idea of some ancient god who can hear prayers and pleas of his worshippers.
And one day... he would catch a very interesting prayer 😏
Also, I'm imagining a god of primal urges or something like that but you can imagine whoever you want.
(It's gonna get naugty after the cut, so hear my warning.) 18+
The pleas he hears are usually selfish pleas for wealth, security, fame or love. He doesn't often hear pleas that involve someone else.
Fathers, mothers, children, kings and paupers... all want something for themselves and no one else. Until a special prayer and plea reaches his ears. A prayer that he as a god will never be forgotten. Prayers for him to always be well and always be satisfied. Pleading with him that, like their god, who does all good things for all, he to indulge in rest and the beauty of the world.
At first he is surprised, but then out of curiosity he finds that person who has such prayers. Finding the sweetest little thing he ever saw. Innocent and beautiful.
He also finds that she offer sacrifices to him in the form of the best wine, fruit and small ornaments that she make herself. He is really happy with this little worshipper and from that moment on he listens to her prayers every night.
But the longer he listens, the more her prayers begin to change to sometimes not so innocent. Praying for him to get any pleasure he seeks. Offering him her mouth and other holes to achieve his satisfaction as he pleases. Promising that if he gave her the opportunity, she would worship not only him as a god but also his body, his cock.
In the end, he can't take it anymore and shows himself to his little worshipper. Accepting her offerings and giving her the opportunity to worship him as she said she would.
She would feed him, pour him wine, and while he ate, she would slide to her knees, taking his cock into the warmth of her mouth, gently kissing it or mapping the veins with her tongue. Mumbling her praise for his cock, for his strong legs and thighs, which she gently massaged with her hands. Eagerly drinking his cum. Thanking him for such an honor.
Later he would fuck her, hard and rough, while listening to her moan his name. Thanking him for deciding to accept her offerings. Promising that her pussy is just for him to fuck because he deserves it like her god.
He would call her "Little worshipper" or "Little one"
Maybe even "My sweetest offering" or just "Darling"
I imagine that when he fucks, he grunts and makes a primal growls like an animal. Biting her and basically crushing her hips or legs in his hands when he's close to cumming.
So that's it, that's the idea. I don't know why, but there's something about the idea of an ancient god letting me worship him and then rewarding me by basically fucking my brains out 🤷🏻‍♀️😅
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He is a god.
And my religion.
There is something truly magical about him and I just can't explain it.
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You are a god and I am nothing but your loyal subject, I am so so so lucky not only to be in your presence, not only you acknowledge my presence but you actually spend time with me...ME.
♡YOU♡ spend your time with ME!?!!?!
Is this a dream? I must have done something right to deserve such heavenly bliss.
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babeybimbo · 8 months
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Wanna be forced to submit so far that I end up getting convinced they're god and I need to worship them by servicing their cock <3
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kaizenin21stcentury · 7 months
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xx-sketchy-xx · 6 months
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Kiss for you! I LOVE YOUR CHARACTER @nekfofes
THEY DESERVE ALL THE KISSESSSS ✨✨✨💕
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Forced to love my smells
Imagine you are a casual playpartner of mine. Imagine we play from time to time. But every single time I try to corrupt you further. Every single time I try to corrupt you into being a whore for my smells. Addicted to my musk. Making it so the scents of my body get you wet, desperate and obedient. Like a well trained pup. A corrupted sub. Maybe on the Monday I jerk off while sitting in my gaming chair. Spending an hour slowly jerking off my fat cock. Until my hands are coated with pre-cum. My body covered in sweat. Before then instructing you to crawl over and sniff my filthy hand. Making you lick the pre-cum off, before pushing your head down for you to sniff and inhale the musky sweaty scent between my legs. Imagine you are forced to edge and masturbate while taking whiffs of my sweaty crotch. While I rub my dirty dick all over your face. Mark you in pre-cum. Before getting up and pushing your face down onto the chair. So you are forced to inhale the scent of my lust. The scent of my ass. My sweat. My balls. No cumming for you until these smells seep into your brain. Then Tuesday you are made to kneel in front of me. And kiss and smell my whole body after I finished a work-out. I praise you as you sniff my arms. I praise you as you lick my calfs. I praise you as you sniff every sweaty nook and cranny. Taking in the different musks on my person. Rubbing your pussy as you rub my sweaty skin over your face. Wednesday comes and I force you rim me. Pressing your face against my ass. Making you inhale all sweaty and earthy scents.
At one point I push your face between my asscheeks and hold you there as you struggle to breath. But it’s fine. Sniff little slut. Lick little whore. Inhale the smell of my ass while you rub yourself to orgasm. Get to cum again and again and again, while conditioning yourself by smelling my asshole while you do so. Thursday comes and I make you edge for 3 hours. You are made to edge while sniffing my dirty unwashed boxers. Boxers smelling like a night of sex, pre-cum, sweat, balls, dick, ass, musk, old cum and even a hint of pee. They smell strong, but they smell familiar. Safe. Mine. So you whiff. And sniff. And rub the boxers over your face. You inhale. And lick. And worship these strong smells. And use your toys while not cumming. No we want you to constantly feel pleasure while smelling these scents. We want to condition you into connecting my smells with pleasure and submission. So you edge and sniff and then go to bed, while your face stinks of me. Then friday we have a session. But all the foreplay you get is smelling me. Smelling my neck. My armpits. My crotch. My balls. My taint. My cock. My ass. You smell me. Take in the smell of your Master. Take in the smell of pleasure. The strong and earthy scents taking over. Before we start fucking. Before we start the impact play. Before we start the fun. And we end it with me sitting on your face. My ass and balls forcefully pushed against you as you are made to make yourself cum while worshipping my asshole. Forced to worship the smells of my body. Forced and corrupted into loving them.
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torutorubaby · 7 days
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“...my place is... before you..”
tags: hierophilia; angst; kinda mindfuck?; sfw; worshipping; ambiguous ending;
mentions of: body and soul merging (?); blood; feminine pronouns
author's note: if you can't tell already, i have no idea how to tag this. enjoy!! this is my first fic, so kinda rough but i hope you'll enjoy. feel free to drop any criticism/feedback or ideas/suggestions in the replies. <3 p.s i don't mind dropping versions with other pronouns so just lmk!!
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She admired his face wordlessly as they, caressing his hair as she laid propped up against his chest.
Satoru opened one eye as he spoke with his signature arrogant smirk. His blindfold was off, folded neatly on the bedside table beside them.
“Careful now, sweetheart, you might start falling in love.”
She smiled bitter sweetly, looking away.
“A sweet smile and sad eyes, I know that look well." He spoke, using his index finger to lift her chin up and look at him.
"Would it be so bad if I did?" She asked unsurely, her head pressing back against his chest.
His smirk faded as he stared at her, he spoke softly.
“There’s nothing wrong with it, but I doubt you would be that foolish.”
“What if I was?” She looked to him for reassurance. They had been having this on and off 'relationship'.. if you could call it that going on for months now. She just.. wanted something. Anything.
He sighed a bit, his body stiffening as his arms untangled themselves from around her.
“I care for you as well, but you know that this can’t become more. With my status as the strongest there are expectations of me, I can’t be with just anyone.”
“Just anyone?”
That hurt. Is that all he thought of her?
“Right.. of course. I apologise.”
She spoke softly, getting up off the bed. Maybe it was time for her to leave now.
He looked up at her as she got up, his eyes were filled with regret as she moved away from him.
He cleared his throat as he sat up and spoke. “You know that’s not what I meant…”
“I.. it's okay. I get it. I'm not even a sorcerer so.. it makes sense. Not good enough for it I guess.” She whispered softly, putting on her clothes.
"Yeah.. I uh.. I get it." She nodded, fixing her hair in the mirror.
Gojo sighed yet again looking at her back, his voice was still cold.
“I think it might be better if you left…”
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As he felt her pull away from him, his entire body tensed up. The thought of her leaving him, he already felt his heart beating fast and it was becoming even faster. He wanted to stop her, he wanted to beg her to stay but he couldn’t, not with anything he had right now. He took a deep breath as he watched her, his eyes were sad, and full of pain.
“..just.. don’t forget about me..”
“Will you visit me?” She asked, looking back at him one last time.
His heart skipped a beat, her sudden question left him flustered for a second. He looked up at her, his gaze was still filled with pain but this time, it was also full of longing.
“..I will.” He spoke softly.
She leaned up to kiss him one last time. Satoru could only think of one thing;
“What was the point of being the strongest if he could not use that strength and influence to love and cherish his dearest?”
Satoru channeled his pure, unbridled longing and need in that kiss. This wasn't sexual or just romantic, this was beyond any words. Fuck, it even hurt really bad as he bot down on her lips, pushing and pulling, drawing blood. It was need, pure need. Like he needed her to complete his soul, needed her in the air he breathed, needed her to be the infinity that lingered on his body all the time. It was divinity. The age old tale of a god falling for a mortal.
The kiss was like none other before. It was as if they were one. It was need, it was desperation, this was divinity. He felt as if she was the missing piece. The two of them fit together like puzzle pieces, her pure essence made him feel whole. He felt as if he could breathe again, as if she had brought life back into him. He was the honored one but right now.. he saw nothing else but her. She was his need, she was his life and she was his heart.
She was the opposite of him. He was strong, she was fragile. He was tough, she was delicate. He was divine, she was.. just a girl. At this very moment, though.. all the honoured one could think about was her. He wanted his soul to merge with her, his body to belong to hers, his smell to linger around hers... He needed her like a life needs water.
He had never felt this way before, he had never experienced anything of the sort. His need for her became greater, he wanted to be with her, spend every second of his time with her. This was beyond love, beyond desire, beyond obsession, this was divinity. The two of them were opposites but together they were two pieces of a whole, he needed her, his heart needed her. He craved her, he wanted her to be with him until the end of time. He was the honored one, but right now, she was his honour.
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In the intimacy and privacy of their home, of their aloneness.. He was the worshipper, she was his god.
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This was love.. this was their love. The two of them were opposites who became one. She was divinity to his honour, light to his darkness. This was more than the strongest warrior could ask for, to be with her in this intimate manner.. this was his heaven. He was a god, the strongest, the honored one but with her, he was just a man.. just like everyone else.. all because of her, all because he needed her.
All the emotions she gave him, the pure essence of her being was heaven to him. In a world where he stood atop all of it, he was able to be vulnerable to her. This was his weakness, this was his flaw, this was his secret that had been exposed. He felt as if she could take away everything from him and he would give it to her in an instant. He was the honoured one but just when he was with her.. he felt as if he was the weak and she was honoured.
He almost felt ashamed of the fact that he had fallen for a mortal woman. His entire existence was built around being strong, being the strongest, being honoured but with her.. he broke every single rule he had ever made. Without even thinking, he exposed his weaknesses and his flaws to her. He gave her his secrets and his emotions, she was the only one who had been able to break the unbreakable. He was the honoured one, the one who stood above all but with her, with her alone, they were just two normal people, he was just normal.. just a man.
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Satoru kneeled before, looking up at her with utter devotion and yearning even more intensely than what all the people before him felt combined. He kissed her gracious hands, wordlessly offering himself and all that he had up to her.
He was a divine being, the highest existence and yet here he was. Kneeing before her, offering himself, and everything he had up to her. She had become his goddess, his divinity, his love. With his hands wrapped around her perfect hands, he kissed them. He continued to kneel as he looked up at her with intense love and longing. He was a strong god but with her, when he was with her, he was weak, she had become all that he knew the definition of. He worshipped her. He loved her...
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She kneeled down to his level, seeming instantly smaller as she was.. Her small, delicate and gentle hands cupped his cheek, looking up at him with love and care.
“What are you doing, Satoru?” She asked softly, searching his eyes for any thoughts beyond the intensity of his emotions.
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“..this is where I belong.” He spoke softly, the power in his voice was gone, replaced with a soft and calm tone. This was where he belonged, before her, he had no ego in his voice and no dominance. With her, he was nothing.
“..my place is.. before you.. with you.. wherever you may be.. that’s my place, with you..” His eyes were soft, he had no other thought at the moment except his overwhelming desire for her love as well as his devotion.
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end-my-existence · 5 months
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I know you can't resist my cute and little toes.
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on1tea · 6 months
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꒷꒦꒷‧˚₊‧꒦꒷꒦ ꒷꒦‧˚.⁺꒷꒦꒷‧˚꒦꒷꒦꒷‧˚₊‧꒦꒷꒦ ꒷꒦‧˚.⁺꒷꒦꒷‧˚꒦
Oh, just take my heart out already.
꒷꒦꒷‧˚₊‧꒦꒷꒦ ꒷꒦‧˚.⁺꒷꒦꒷‧˚꒦꒷꒦꒷‧˚₊‧꒦꒷꒦ ꒷꒦‧˚.⁺꒷꒦꒷‧˚꒦
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ailinhalilova · 20 days
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Beginner Lokean here!! I've been worshipping Loki for over a month and I was curious to know if there is your favorite experience with him? The most chaotic or heartwarming ones... I personally think I'm not good enough to hear him during meditation or talking to his candle... so I was hoping that this could give me more motivation :') And I use this platform for first time ever and I have no clue how this works, but I felt urge to post it exactly here!!😭🧡
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lunalunitadotexe · 14 days
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Hurt me,
tell me that's how you show your love and watch me actually enjoy it because all I want is to be loved by you and if this is your love I'll take everything you want to give me,
If I end up bleeding, don't worry, that's just how I show my love♡
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cimannongirl · 8 months
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random-famdom-38 · 2 months
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Tim Drake is Cassie Sandmark’s High Priest. The one who created a shrine, the one who called her ‘My Goddess’ to an alien, the one who brings offering—snacks, drinks, money, and such—, and the one who started it all.
Bart Allen is Cassie Sandmark’s second most devoted follower. He brings her snacks, shiny things, and beautiful new disastrous inventions. He is the second to call Cassie Sandmark his Goddess.
I can’t think of anything for Kon at the moment but that’ll probably change soon lmao
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