#the virgin verse

[banishedchildofeve]

♡.‧₊˚ Bible verses to remind you of your worth :

౨ৎ Psalm 139:13-14 : “For you created my inmost being, you knit me together in my mother’s womb. I praise you because I am fearfully and wonderfully made; yours works are wonderful, I know that full well.”

౨ৎ Hebrews 13:6 : “So we say with confidence, ‘the Lord is my helper, I will not be afraid. What can mere mortals do to me?’”

౨ৎ Jeremiah 29:11 : “‘For I know the plans I have for you,’ says the Lord. ‘They are plans for good and not for disaster, to give you a future and a hope.’”

౨ৎ Proverbs 31:25 : “She is clothed with strength and dignity, and she laughs without fear of the future.”

౨ৎ 1 Timothy 4:12 : “Don’t let anyone look down on you because you are young, but set an example for the believers in speech, in conduct, in love, in faith and in purity.”

౨ৎ Deuteronomy 31:8 : “the Lord himself goes before you and will be with you; he will never leave you nor forsake you. Do not be afraid, do not be discouraged.”

౨ৎ Jeremiah 17:7 : “But blessed is the one who trusts in the Lord, whose confidence is in Him.”

౨ৎ Philippians 4:13 : “I can do all through him who gives me strength.”

౨ৎ Philippians 4:6-7 : “Do not be anxious about anything, but in every situation, by prayer and petition, with thanksgiving, present your requests to God. And the peace of God, which transcends all understanding will guard your hearts and minds in Jesus Christ.”

₊⋆·˚ ⁀➴ ༉‧₊˚. ₊ ⊹ 𖥔 ݁ ˖ ✧˚ .

[thesunshinesafterthestorm]

so my sister wrote a book

it's a christian herbal book here's the summary:

Life Began in a Garden: The Book has more than 60 herbal profiles, more than 50 herbal recipes, and more than 35 biblical references throughout. Plus two bonus unfilled profiles to get you started on your herbal journey. A great book for those just starting out to those who have been on their herbal path for sometime. No matter your experience level, this book is packed with herbal knowledge and know how.

For many years herbs have supported us. It’s time to get back to basics, Herbies! 🌿 “Then the Lord God took the man and put him in the garden of Eden to tend and keep it.” Genesis 2:15 NKJV *No AI was used in writing this book.

and if it sounds like something you're interested in here's the link

Life Began in a Garden

[saltofthearth]

[seraphim-eternal]

God has made me fruitful in the land of my affliction.

Genesis 41:52

[daisies-daydreams]

Miguel O’Hara and Fem!Reader!!

Can you add smut and praising and reader is a virgin, Miguel and Reader have been dating for a while so reader has been thinking about doing it for a while so she has the courage to ask miguel? :D

thanks!! :))

Paradise (Miguel O'Hara x F!Virgin!Reader)

Header Credits: @natashowlet (center) & Pexels Pairing: Miguel O'Hara x F!Virgin!Reader Category: Fluff/Smut Tags: Use of (Y/N), Making Out, Virginity Loss, Grinding, Foreplay, Vaginal Fingering, Oral Sex (F!Receiving), Multiple Orgasms (Reader), Big Dick Miguel (it's canon I swear), Size Difference, Depictions of Pain (related to virginity loss), Praise Kink, Protected P in V Sex (Wrap the Schlong Before You Donkey Kong), Petnames Word Count: 4k+ A/N: Hello lovely! It's great to hear from you again! (not to mention a request for our man Miguel 😏). I'm sorry if it's not great - it's been a while since I've written and I'm feeling pretty rusty. 😔 Thank you for your request and I hope you enjoy!

Miguel hummed quietly as he stroked his thick fingers through your hair, your smaller form resting in his lap. It's been a long week, and the two of you decided to have a cozy night in. You rested your head on his chest as the two of you snuggled in bed, the sound of rain tapped against your window. While you enjoyed sitting back and relaxing with your love, you couldn't deny the growing fire in the pit of your stomach and how it reached every corner of your body.

You weren't expecting to just blurt it out, but before you could stop yourself, you quickly muttered: "I-I want to do it". You hid your face in your boyfriend's shoulder as he stopped running his fingers through your hair.

"What was that, (Y/N)?" your lover murmured. You kept your head nuzzled against his broad shoulder as heat filled your cheeks. Miguel sighed as he rubbed the small of your back. "Cariño, por fa. I want to hear what you have to say," he gently urged you [honey, please]. Your throat grew tight as you laid your hands on his bare chest.

"I...I said that I want to do it," you said, your voice only slightly louder this time. You flinched when your boyfriend's grip on your back tightened as he sucked in a sharp breath.

"Do you mean..." his voice trailed off as you felt his heart thud against his chest. You swallowed the lump in your throat as you slowly nodded against his shoulder.

"I...I've been wanting to have sex with you for a while, but..." you bit your lip as you wiggled in his lap. You gasped as you felt his hands slip from your spine to your hips, his fingers ghosting over your waist as he breathed against your ear.

"I-I don't know if I'd be the best person for your first time, conejita," he said with a bit of nervousness tinted in his voice [bunny]. You slowly pulled your head up and pinched your brows together.

"What do you mean?" you asked while tilting your head. Miguel's Adam's apple bobbed as he rubbed the back of his head, his hickory eyes avoiding your curious gaze.

"Well, you see..." a dark pink dusted over his sharp cheeks as he tried to find the right words. Your lover eventually closed his eyes and took a deep breath. "Hermosa...I just don't want to hurt you," he muttered softly as his wide shoulders slumped [Beautiful]. Your heart instantly melted at his words as your gaze softened. Miguel's eyes snapped open as you pecked his cheek and wrapped your arms around his thick neck.

"Migs, está bien. Confío en ti," you whispered soothingly [Migs, it's okay. I trust you]. Miguel's breath faltered as his eyes glossed over, his body stiff against you as he parted his lips.

"Oh, conejita..." he breathed before pulling you into a tender hug. You smiled as you relished in the gentle brush of his breath over your cheek. Your lover slowly pulled back before staring at you with a more serious gaze.

"You do know that I'll have to do a lot of foreplay, right?" he murmured while gently cupping your chin between his thick thumb and finger. Your heart skipped a beat at the thought of his digits burying into your tight, wet cunt while he suckled on you clit.

"I-I don't mind," you said before biting your lip. Miguel smiled, the corners of his eyes crinkling before tenderly he pecked your cheek.

"You're so beautiful, you know that?" he purred lowly as his hands traced over your thighs. Your heart skipped a beat as he delicately traced his fingertips over your skin, his lips dancing over your jaw.

"Miguel," you flushed as he smiled against your cheek.

"I mean it: you're the most gorgeous woman I've ever seen," he whispered before gently lying his lips against yours. Your eyes widened as you gripped the back of his neck, your legs spreading across his lap. Miguel groaned as your clothed heat pressed against his crotch, the growing hardness beneath you making you shiver.

"God, you taste so good...I really wanna to know what the rest of you tastes like," Miguel rumbled as his hands squeezed your hips. Your moan echoed against his plump lips as you arched your back. "Will you let me taste you, cariño?" your lover groaned. You sighed heavily and nodded, each nerve in your body lit with arousal.

"Y-Yes," you whispered. You yelped when he suddenly picked you up, his massive palms cupping your ass as he flipped you onto your back. Miguel licked his lips as he gently hooked your shirt with his fingers.

"Are you sure this is okay, (Y/N)?" he asked, his breath cascading over the fabric of your t-shirt. You nodded and sighed as you cupped his face.

"Miguel, it's alright," you gently reassured him. Miguel swallowed thickly before giving a short nod, his eyes trailing over your body before he slowly pulled your shirt up. Goosebumps broke out across your skin as the cool air swept across it, your heart racing beneath your sternum as you gazed up at the loving man before you.

"Look at you, mi vida," Miguel breathed as his fingers dipped behind you, gently picking at your bra clasp as he pecked your lips [my life]. You sighed and tilted your head as your lips met in a sweet embrace, his fingers deftly working your bra off. Your nipples almost instantly hardened as you felt the fabric drift off of your body, your heartrate speeding up even more as you felt his hands gently caress your mounds.

"So ready and eager for me, hm?" he murmured while smoothing his thumbs over your buds. You moaned and arched your chest into his touch as your walls clenched around nothing.

"Y-Yes," you murmured and squirmed beneath him. Miguel sighed softly before leaning down and gently puckering his lips around your right nipple. Your eyes nearly crossed as you gripped his shoulders, the subtle pressure drawing a sharp moan from your lips. Your lover softly massaged your other hard bud with his thumb as he lapped and suckled on your breast.

"O-Oh fuck, Miguel," you mewled. You felt him grin against your soft areola as his other hand slowly worked its way down your stomach before cupping your pussy through your panties.

"Mmm, I can already feel how wet you are for me, conejita," Miguel groaned as his fingers traced over the slick spot in your underwear. You moaned as the tips of your ears burned as he continued to rub your clothed labia while swirling his wet tongue around your perky nipple.

"M-Miguel, please," you whimpered as the growing need for something to be inside of you consumed your mind. Miguel looked up with raised brows.

"What is it, baby?" he murmured in a low, husky voice. You gulped as he rested his palm against your heat.

"I-I want you to eat me out," you said with a deep blush. His grin quickly turned into a smirk as he rested one last kiss on your breast. You arched your back as you felt him leave a trail of wet, sloppy kisses down your stomach before he nipped at the band of your shorts and panties.

"With pleasure, mi amor," Miguel hummed as he hooked his fingers around the top of your pants. Your legs shook as he tugged the rest of your clothes down, strings of your slick breaking off of your panties as the two of you moaned. Miguel's mouth looked like it was practically watering as he used his thumbs to pull your pussy lips apart, a pool of your slick oozing from your puckering hole.

"Jesus, you're completely soaked," Miguel murmured, his lips just barely brushing over your aching clit. "You're so fucking hot," he groaned before sticking his tongue out. Your breath left in short gasps as he gently lapped at your sensitive bundle of nerves, his fingers prodding at your weeping entrance.

"M-Miguel, shit," you moaned as you tangled your fingers in his hair. Miguel sighed as he swirled his tongue around your sensitive clit, the sensation sending sparks of pleasure through your core.

"You taste so good, (Y/N). The sweetest thing I've ever tasted," he rumbled before fully encasing your lower lips with his mouth. Your jaw clenched as you bucked your hips forward, the eager drag of his tongue along your slit drawing a high-pitched squeal from your throat.

"O-Oh Miguel!" you whined as he gently nudged his fingertips inside your eager cunny. Your walls sucked him in as he slowly inched his digits deeper and deeper, his tongue painting lewd shapes around your pulsing clit.

"T-That's-" you gasped as you felt the stretch grow inside your tight cunny. Miguel immediately stopped, drawing a whine from you lips as he leaned back from your dripping pussy.

"What's wrong? Did I hurt you?" he asked, his brows furrowed and mouth curved into a concerned frown. You took a deep breath and shook your head, your legs turning to jelly when you saw his fingers were only half-way inside your sex.

"N-No, it feels really good. Just...not used to the stretch," you confessed with tinted cheeks. Miguel sighed softly and pressed a gentle kiss to your pulsing clit. You mewled as your legs shook around his head, your walls gripping his thick digits with such fervor you were afraid it was going to hurt him. And yet, Miguel continued to flick his warm, wet tongue across your clit while gently curling his digits inside your slick cavern.

"Gonna take it slow then, okay, baby?" he rumbled gently, his plump lips dancing over your labia. You nodded as you ran your fingers through his thick hair. Miguel sighed at your feather-light touch before he dove his head back down, puckering his lips around your engorged button while he slowly began to pump his fingers in and out of your squelching cunt.

"O-Oh fuck, Miguel!" you moaned and gripped his hair. Miguel groaned against your pussy as he licked a bold stripe from your stuffed hole to your clit.

"You feel so tight wet for me, conejita. I can't wait to stretch you out even more with my cock," he said in a husky whisper. Your heart skipped a beat at his words as your pussy gushed over his digits. Miguel chuckled softly. "You want that, hm? Want me to fuck you with my thick, heavy cock?" your boyfriend purred before wetly kissing your clit again. You gasped and squirmed in his grasp.

"Y-Yes," you panted, the drag of his fingers against your gummy walls and his soft lips circling your clit making your body shiver with bliss. You curled your fingers in his dark locks as you gently ground your hips against his face. The room was filled with your combined moans as Miguel devoured your juices with a gutteral groan.

"Fuck, you taste so good," Miguel sighed before gently thrusting deeper inside your cunny. You gasped and gripped his hair as you felt a wave of pleasure crash over you.

"M-Miguel!" you mewled as you practically rode his face. The tension in your lower belly began to slowly build with each grind of your hips and thrust of his sculpted digits.

"Mmm baby," your love grunted as he eagerly lapped along your slit. You whined as you felt him curl his fingertips along your spongey g-spot. Your toes curled as stars danced in your vision.

"M-Miguel, oh my God, I-I'm gonna-" you gasped as he shoved his tongue inside your cunt along with his fingers, the feeling of being stuffed enough to finally make the cord in your lower belly snap. You screamed as your walls clamped down on his fingers and tongue, a white ring of cream painting his digits as your body quaked with pleasure.

"O-Oh, oh my god," you said breathlessly as your hips were glued to his face. Miguel's eyes rolled back as he drank your sweet nectar, his tongue hungrily swiping inside your pulsing cunt. Your knuckles were white as you tightly bunched his hair between your fingers, the pleasure lapping at you like gentle waves in the sea. You slowly blinked your eyes open as tears gently fell down your cheeks. Miguel cooed.

"(Y/N), what's wrong?" he murmured and gently cupped your hip. You swallowed thickly as you gazed into his warm, brown eyes.

"I-I just...it felt so good. I've never come like that before," you confessed breathlessly. A small smile crept onto his face as he kissed the inside of your thigh. You squealed as Miguel lapped at your drenched pussy one last time before planting a sloppy kiss on your clit.

"You deserve to feel that good, every day, every second," Miguel panted as he slowly withdrew his fingers from your slick walls. You shuddered at the emptiness that filled your gaping sex as his digits left with a slick "pop". You panted heavily as you watched him get on his knees, his heavy cock straining against his pants.

"See what you do to me, baby?" he purred and gently took your hand, placing it over his dick. Your eyes widened as you felt how warm and thick it felt, your mouth watering as you found yourself yearning for a taste. Miguel chuckled as his eyes twinkled. "Ah, ah - not yet. Tonight, I want to spoil you, mi ángel," your love softly chastised you as he unbuckled his belt [my angel]. Your hand remained on his clothed cock as he slowly unzipped and unbuttoned his pants, a dark spot of precum already leaking through the crotch of his briefs as you swallowed thickly.

"M-Miguel...I don't know if-if..." you sucked in a sharp breath as your voice trailed off. Miguel adjusted himself on the bed as he gently cupped your cheek.

"Honey, if you don't feel comfortable, we can always try some other time," he said softly and kissed your lips. The sweet taste of yourself lingered on his lips and tongue as the two of you embraced. Miguel soon pulled back and sighed.

"N-No, it's not that, it's just-" you cut yourself off again and sighed, picking at a section of the ruffled bedsheets. Miguel tilted his head as he patiently waited for you to continue, this large thumb stroking your soft cheek. You sighed. "Are you sure you don't look down on me for having no experience?" you asked. His eyes softened as his hands traveled from your face to your hands.

"Oh, sweetheart, I would never look down on you for that," he whispered and gently kissed your cheek. "You're such an incredible person, experience or no experience," Miguel praised and tucked some hair behind your ear. You smiled as you gazed into his pools of hickory. Miguel chuckled softly as you leaned forward and captured his lips in a sweet kiss. Your hands rested on his broad shoulders while he gently rubbed his hips. His smile widened as you pushed him back, his heavy body falling against the mattress as your lips continued to dance.

You squealed as he hugged your hips with his massive palms, his fingers digging into your skin.

"Love all the little sounds you make, mi amor," Miguel purred as he slid his hands to cup your ass. You gasped and blushed as you felt him tenderly squeeze your supple cheeks.

"M-Miguel," you mewled and arched your back, your slick pussy grazing over his barely clothed cock. Miguel groaned as pure desire danced in the light of his eyes.

"Por fa, conejita," your lover rumbled as he slowly ground his hips against yours. Your eyes nearly fluttered shut as you felt the steady drag of his erection against your sensitive sex.

"Miguel...I'm yours. All yours," you moaned.

That was it for him.

You gasped as he gently moved you onto your back again, your legs falling open as your throat grew tight. Miguel sighed deeply as he pulled his boxers down his taut, muscular thighs. Your jaw dropped as his cock sprang free, his cherry-red tip weeping with thick beads of precum while his veiny shaft twitched.

"God, you have no idea how long I've waited for this moment," he growled as he reached into his nightstand. Your heart fluttered at the sound of the condom packet crinkling between his fingers, a bottle of lube in his other hand. Your eyes lit up as he snatched it between his teeth, his gaze locked with yours as he ripped the top off and spat it to the side.

"Mi vida..." Miguel groaned as he rolled the condom onto his heavy cock [My life]. Your walls pulsed in anticipation as your breath hitched.

"Miguel, p-please - I need you," you whined and gently moved your hips forward. His lips curved into a small grin as he chuckled softly.

"I'm here, ángel. Just give me a second," your boyfriend said as he popped open the bottle of lube. You looked up at him with your sparkling eyes as you made your bottom lip quiver ever so slightly. Miguel clicked his tongue. "Ah, don't give me that look," he warned playfully. You squirmed and ran your fingertips down his broad chest.

"Miguel, por fa: te necesito dentro de mi," you purred and gently cupped his balls with your warm palm [Miguel, please: I need you inside me]. Miguel's eyes rolled back as he groaned.

"N-No es justo. Estas j-jugando sucia," Miguel moaned as you gently squeezed his plump testicles [It's not fair. You're playing dirty]. You gave him a tiny smirk as you rubbed his sac with your palm, relishing in the low rumble that escaped from his throat.

"¿Por fa...Papi?" you purred [Please...Daddy?]. Your eyes widened at the feral groan that escaped Miguel's parted lips as he bucked his hips against your fingers. His hot breath cascaded over your face as he cupped the back of your thighs with his hands, his brows scrunched together as he positioned himself against your aching entrance. You moaned as he slowly smeared some lube on your already slick folds, the cold wetness sending a shiver through your body.

"(Y/N), once we do this, there's no turning back," he panted heavily. You swallowed thickly as you moved your hands to rest on his biceps, your gaze soft as you looked into his deep, brown eyes.

"I know, Miguel...but I trust you. You're the only one I want to do this with," you reassured him with a gentle whisper. Miguel's expression softened before he sucked in a sharp breath. You smiled as he dipped his head down and captured your lips in a tender kiss.

"You're so perfect," he grinned gently as he slowly pushed his hips forward. A small gasp left you as you felt the tight ring of your entrance split apart, a mix of pleasure mixed with a subtle sting ebbing through your core. "That's my girl - taking me so well. We're just gonna go slow for now, okay?" Miguel breathed with a slight shudder as he gently pressed his tip further inside you. You swallowed the growing lump in your throat as you gave a firm nod, tears pricking from the growing sensation in your tight sex.

"O-Okay," you managed to moan out as your thighs shook in his grasp. Miguel grinned against your cheek before he began to press soft, delicate kisses to your swollen lips.

"You're doing great, mi vida," Miguel purred lowly as he moved deeper inside your gummy walls.

"O-Oh shit," you gulped as you felt one of his veins drag along your sensitive flesh, your walls clenching around his dick in a delicious vice. Miguel moaned as his lips continued to pepper yours with sweet, slow embraces.

"Squeezing me so tightly, baby - I love it," he groaned. The two of you gasped as he fully filled your tight heat. You frowned when you looked between your two bodies.

"It...It didn't fit all the way," you said with a crack in your voice. Miguel tilted his head as he looked down as well before smiling softly.

"It's alright, sweetheart. It's your first time - I'm sure I'll fit with more practice," your love said with a playful wink. The warmth in your voice made your body go limp against the sheets as a soft moan escaped you. Miguel chuckled softly as he softly pecked your cheek. "Besides, you already feel perfect...just like this," he murmured lowly before giving the back of your thighs a cheeky squeeze. You squealed as your toes curled.

"Miguel," you blushed and squirmed beneath him, his cock twitching inside your core at the movement. Miguel hissed as your nails sank into his mocha skin as your walls fluttered around his shaft.

"Careful, conejita. I might come a little too soon," he teased with a lopsided grin. You chuckled quietly before you felt him slowly drag his hips back. Your jaw went slack as you felt his twitching cock massage your insides with a loud squelch, your core lit ablaze with sublime pleasure and pain. Your nails dug deep crescents into his muscular forearms as your moans mixed into a harmonious song.

"Are you feeling alright?" Miguel asked with a thick swallow, his cock still a quarter of the way inside your weeping cunt. You blinked as you looked into his eyes and parted your lips.

"Y-Yes, just feels s-so full, and stings a bit," you panted. Miguel nodded slowly before pressing a kiss to your forehead.

"I know it's a lot, but that's why I want to take my time with you," he said, as if reassuring not only you, but himself as well. You gave him a small, gentle smile and nodded. Miguel took a shaky, deep breath as he slowly pushed himself back inside the warm, tight grasp of your pussy. You tilted your head back and moaned as he gently moved his hands from your thighs to your hips, grasping at your tender skin as the steady push and pull of his cock made your head spin.

The pain of the sting slowly melted into pleasure each time you felt his tip kiss your raw cervix.

"Oh my god, bebé," Miguel groaned against your lips as his hips began to move a little faster. "I swear, I could get drunk off the feeling of you," he grunted. Your eyes rolled back as your legs shook around him.

"F-Fuck Miguel!" you moaned as you felt his heavy balls wetly slap against the lewd concoction of lube and your warm slick. Your love rested his forehead against yours as the bedframe began to creak, the sound of skin slapping against skin making your walls tighten.

"Miguel, s-shit I'm close!" you cried out as your body trembled with unbridled bliss. Miguel tilted his head back as he squeezed your hips.

"Come for me, baby. Show Papi that gorgeous face you make when you come on his cock," he rumbled. Your heart nearly stopped as you felt your cunt clamp down on his girthy dick.

"Miguel!" you sobbed his name as you gushed around his length, your body shivering with pleasure as you wailed. You barely heard Miguel groan your name as he continued to pump his cock inside of you, the pace sending shockwaves through your sensitive, pulsing core.

"Oh, fuck," you said breathlessly as waves of euphoria washed over you. You hastily gripped Miguel's arms as he panted against your neck, his breath hot as it hit your goosebump-ridden skin.

"(Y-Y/N), fuck," he grunted gutturally as his pace began to grow more sloppy with each thrust. Your entire body shivered as you gripped onto Miguel like a lifeline, your mind swimming in a haze of ecstasy.

"Miguel," you cooed softly as you gazed at his face wrought with pleasure. Miguel growled at the sound of his name falling from your lips as he slammed his hips down one last time. A sharp, deep groan rose from his throat as he stiffened above you.

"Oh my God," your lover moaned as his cock throbbed deep inside your core. You arched your back as you felt his cum flood the thin layer of latex between your bodies, a primal part deep inside of you wishing that he would've filled you up with his thick seed. Eventually, Miguel's breathing began to steady as he slowly blinked his eyes open again. He swallowed before gently cupping your cheek.

"Are-Are you okay? I wasn't too rough, was I?" he asked tenderly. You smiled and shook your head.

"No, no it was...it was perfect," you said and gently kissed the side of his hand. Miguel's expression softened at the feeling of your warm lips pressed against his hand, a gentle smile crossing his features.

"You're perfect," he murmured softly. You squealed as he scooped you into his arms, his cock still snug inside of your dripping cunt as he nuzzled his face into your neck. His body curved over yours as he spooned you in his bed, your feet intertwined as his lips ghosted over your pulse.

"Te amo mucho, mi vida," he whispered softly as his hand moved over your stomach [I love you so much, my life]. You smiled softly, closing your eyes as you soaked in the warmth of his body and sweet words.

"Te amo mucho, mi amor," you murmured in the sanctuary of his burly arms [I love you so much, my love].

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"𝘔𝘺 𝘥𝘢𝘳𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘣𝘦𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘐 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘮𝘦𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘮𝘣 𝘐 𝘬𝘯𝘦𝘸 𝘺𝘰𝘶, 𝘣𝘦𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘣𝘰𝘳𝘯 𝘐 𝘴𝘦𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘵..."

[citadelrock]

"Come on, I wouldn't spend money on booze! We just wanna get some... some... Halloween crap... and stuff."

[hvly]

VIRGIN OIKAWA OH MY GOD THATS SO FUCKING HOT 😍😍😍😍😍😍

you think so? well, i got another little headcanon about Virgin Oikawa and imma be honest; this one makes me giggle a little bit 🤭

ᴛᴀʟᴋ ᴛᴏ ᴇᴍ 🗣️! : i’m on a fucking ROLL today 👹 anyways, im the biggest guy virgin enthusiast. fuck a girl being a virgin, that shit is so predictable. give me a boy who don’t know how to use his dick and i’m all up on that (metaphorically and literally)

ᴄᴡ: solo play/masturbation. Not gender specific and not proofread. be nice to me, aight?

Virgin! Oikawa is a pillow humper.

He doesn't use those silicone molds because, behind that flirtatious persona, he's a lover boy at heart. If he's going to stick his dick in a hole of any kind, he wants it to be with someone he's romantically involved with at the very least. Plus, he's not that desperate. Even if not a soul in the world would have him pegged as a virgin, he still has a reputation to uphold. He'll occasionally use his own hand to offer him some late-night release, but it's really only an option if he's trying to make it quick.

But when he had time to dedicate to self-pleasure, a plush pillow that still held a bit of shape when moved around and a satin pillowcase is all he needed.

He'd adjust his pillow under his hips, his hard-on just barely grazing the silky fabric below him. A soft exhale escapes his lips as he lowers himself, pressing his navel down into the mattress. Oikawa lays still for a moment, letting himself relish in the feeling of cool, soft satin gently encasing his cock.

Slowly, he begins to rock his hips, dragging his length up and down to find a good starting rhythm. Once he finds it, he commits to it, balancing himself on his elbows for better stability.

Oikawa imagines this is what your insides must feel like. The pre soaked material emulating the wetness and velvety feel that he'd read about. It was warm and comforting with just the right amount of friction and tightness that his dick doesn't feel like it's suffocating. He pictures you below him, your face flushed and screwed up in pleasure. How pretty you sound when you moan his name. How your hands feel when they wander his body. How you'd praise him.

The brunette whimpers softly, completely lost in his fantasy. His hands grip the edge of his pillow as he unconsciously thrusts harder and faster into it, his bed-frame quietly squeaking. It's not long before he feels that familiar warmth building in his stomach, suddenly very aware of how heavy his balls feel as he continues rutting into his pillow.

He moans loudly, looking down at the precum-smeared case. It sheens in the soft light of his room and he can't help but imagine it's your privates glistening in your shared juices. That's all he needs to trigger his release, his arms giving out under him as he shoots his load into the pillow. He moans loudly into the mattress, his hips stuttering as he rides through the rest of his orgasm.

Oikawa rolls over onto his back, throwing the cum covered pillow on the floor to be washed later. He stares at the ceiling as he catches his breath, the occasional aftershock making his cock twitch. He snorted softly, crossing his arms over his eyes.

For the time being, pillows worked just fine.

[lovechristianity]

I saw this picture this morning and I was instantly convicted. So many times I have been angry at God for the "giving and taking away" of things. And then I saw this picture of Mary. The ultimate example of God giving and taking away. Her life had to be so painful. Yet...she trusted God that the pain she felt was for her best...and my best and your best.

We often desire faith like the disciples had because they seem strong, but today, my prayer is to have faith like Mary.

She gave the ultimate sacrifice when she watched her son lay down his life for a world that would never truly appreciate it.

[shhhsoftnwet]

Sometimes all a bad bitch want is a silly little short king 👹❤️‍🔥

[banishedchildofeve]

˚｡⋆ Patron Saints that help guide us through the year

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- St. Dymphna ; the Patron Saint of mental illness.

while it can hard for us to admit that we are struggling mentally on a serious level, we have all had moments of feeling very low. i personally have struggled, and so struggle with, anxiety, depression, anger issues etc. these have been serious issues for me and i learnt a prayer i will link - here - that has helped me know St. Dymphna. ˚࿐

- St. Vitus ; the Patron Saint of oversleeping.

we have all overslept once, if not maybe multiple times a week or month. for some, oversleeping is a rare misfortune, but for others, including me, oversleeping is a regular problem and has affected my life in a various of negative ways. here is a - link - to a prayer that i found. ˚࿐

- St. Phillip Neri ; the Patron Saint of joy (and friendship).

i dunno about all of you guys, but i have lost more friends then i have gained since leaving high school. this isn’t a bad thing as a lot of the people i spent time with weren’t very nice, but like most people, i am always wishing for more friends. friendship is so important, and i read up about St. Phillip Neri and learnt so much. he is also the Saint of Joy! here is a - prayer - ˚࿐

- St. Padre Pio ; the Patron Saint of stress relief (and adolescents).

we all get stressed, duh. stress can take a toll on so many aspects of our lives, including our health on a long-term scale. trying to reduce stress is ironically, quite a stressful process. i have found peace in a plenty of Bible verses that talk about being calm and trusting God. i have also found peace in Padre Pio, a Saint who i knew about long before God called me to Catholicism. i have him on a bracelet, haha. here is a - prayer - by St. Padre Pio i have found, and also a - prayer - TO Padre Pio. ˚࿐

- St. Expeditus ; the Patron Saint of procrastination.

if someone says they don’t procrastinate, i’m 99.9% sure they’re lying. you do it, i do it, we know it’s bad, but it can be so hard to fight sometimes. good thing we have St. Expeditus! here is a - prayer - that we should all recite daily. i wish you the best! ˚࿐

- St. Anthony ; the Patron Saint of lost things.

my keys, my glasses, my card, sometimes even whole outfits or pairs of shoes… how many times a week, even a day, do we lose things we own? i’m sure we all know about St. Anthony, most atheists know about him, but i often find myself forgetting that he is there for us. a - prayer - to the finder of those annoying lost items.

- St. Jude ; the Patron Saint of lost causes (and “impossible” circumstances).

we have all thought a situation we’ve been in is completely and totally helpless. we’re stuck, there’s no way out and this feeling might just be forever. despite how hard these moments are, however long or short they may last, they do always end. we end up feeling better. however, that’s not to say that that feeling of helplessness isn’t so hard to bare. i’ve been there, i understand. i only recently learnt about St. Jude, (prior to this, the only ‘jude’ i knew of was the Beatles song… forgive me…). thankfully, St. Jude represents hope for the hopeless and miracles for all of us facing those helpless circumstances. - prayers

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i hope this was somehow useful. God bless you. <3

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i also just make up my own prayers to Saints when needed. sometimes we don’t resonate with a prayer, and that’s okay. i often add to prayers or find myself reciting my own. i linked prayers for suggestions, not as some sort of strict guideline :)

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[mojowitchcraft]

THE RITUAL

Sapphic Steddie Vampire tale by weird_witchcraft

Rated E | One Shot | 11k

Summary:

Edwina Munstone has been a Vampire Countess for nearly one hundred years. With the anniversary of her rebirth fast approaching she needs to complete the ritual that will keep her young and beautiful. It’s usually as simple as finding an unsuspecting virgin to drain and dump, and once Eddie catches the scent of Stephanie Eve Harrington she knows exactly who’s blood will make the perfect sacrifice.

🩸 READ ON AO3 🩸

[saltofthearth]

[charhounds]

naming the high adjudicator's plane after a character who represents chastity is so fucking funny

[blindmagdalena]

I’m funny little Virgin can I have homelander taking y/n’s v card 👀

18+ 2.1k. homelander x f!reader. virginity kink, fingering, cunnilingus, penetrative sex. chapter directory. AO3.

You're Homelander's biggest fan, and he's thrilled to take your virginity.

“Wait.”

Homelander stops, looking sharply up at you. Your heart is racing, your hands braced on his shoulders, your back pinned to the wall of his bedroom. Everything is moving so fast. His hands are poised, having just yanked open your pants.

“I’m— I’ve never done this before,” you sputter, stomach fluttering wildly.

His lips twitch. “Had sex with a supe?”

“Had sex,” you correct, licking your lips anxiously. “I’m a virgin.”

His impatience gives way to deviousness. “Well,” he purrs, his voice a low, playful timber. He is every bit the cat that got the cream, his eyes blown black, hungry. “Not for long.”

You yelp when he hauls you up effortlessly by your thighs, hiking your legs up around his waist. You quickly throw your arms around his neck when the support of the wall disappears from behind you.

His movement couldn’t be less encumbered by you, and the weightlessness you feel in his arms does nothing for your nerves, your heart beating against the cage of your ribs like a panicked bird.

His lips are at your neck, kissing, licking and biting to his delight as he walks you to his bed. He kneels on the bed with one knee, and suddenly you’re being unceremoniously dropped down onto it, bouncing with a noise of surprise.

Homelander looks exceptionally pleased, his teeth pearly white in this sharp, predatory grin of his. “Ever give head?” He asks, reaching for the hips of your pants, sliding them down. His gloved fingertips drag down the outer slopes of your thighs, sending goosebumps all down your legs.

Flushed, you shake your head.

“Ooh, a virgin virgin,” he muses, running his tongue along his teeth. He looks ready to devour you. “You touch yourself?”

“Y-yes,” you admit, cheeks burning red.

“You think about me when you do it?” He pushes, tossing your pants haphazardly aside. “You think about your hero with his cock buried in you?”

You glance away, astounded by how easy he makes this seem. He looks and sounds like sweet apple pie, like wholesome American values, though his words are anything but. You can only muster a nod, looking back at him. His ego looks to be as engorged as his cock, the outline of it straining against his pants. He huffs a heated little laugh.

“Atta girl. Go ahead and take your top off.” Clearly, he’s thriving on this power trip, and how it feeds his self-conceit. You listen to him, pulling your shirt off with clumsy, rushed hands. It startles you how much closer he already is, looming over you.

Your heart feels like it’s going to beat right out of your chest. Your breaths are shallow. Homelander swallows it up with a kiss, his one knee braced on the bed between your legs. He pauses, drawing back slightly.

“Hey, hey, relax,” he soothes, placing a gloved hand over your chest, touching just above the pound of your heart. Though the heat in his eyes is carnal, there is a gentleness to the way he speaks that helps deepen your breaths. “I’ve got you. I’m your hero, remember?”

“Yes,” you whisper, anticipation creeping in alongside the tension wringing your body tight. “Yes, okay. Okay.”

His grin broadens.

You hear a distinct pop, and when you look down, he has a small bottle in his hand. You don’t remember seeing him grab it, but you could have easily missed it with a blink.

“Now, I want you…” He picks up your hand, turning your palm upward, and liberally applies what you realize to be lube to your fingers. “To show me exactly how you touched yourself.”

He sets the bottle aside, and sets himself to sliding off your underwear, kissing his way down your legs before tossing the garment aside. He stands straight, staring down at you with a pleased, expectant stare.

Swallowing your shyness, you nod, glancing down at your fingers. The lube has already warmed on them, slick between your fingers. You focus on that feeling as you reach down between your legs, rubbing the wetness over your clit first, and then deeper down, tracing the outer edges first.

You sigh and hear an answering exhale from Homelander.

When you glance up, he’s intently watching your fingers work while he busies himself with taking off his gloves, tossing them to the lounging chair against the wall next to him.

He unclasps his cape next, laying it across the back of the chair with a well-practiced flourish.

Watching him undress himself while you slick yourself up for him feels like a complete fever dream, one you’ve certain you’ve had before.

Your fingers start to move a little faster in response, working your clit, a building heat rolling steadily up your body.

He peels aside the chest of his suit, shrugging it off his shoulders. He looks leaner without the suit, but no less powerful.

You swallow dryly. He hasn’t stopped watching you, not even for a second.

“That’s it. Go ahead, slip one inside for me,” he tells you, his voice little more than a rumble.

You listen, pushing in just your middle finger first, continuing to grind against your palm.

His smile widens, flashing those sharp canines. His belt gives a loud, metallic click as he unclasps it, depositing that, too, into the nearby chair.

You’ve never heard a louder zipper in your life than the one he yanks down.

“More,” he says, voice thick. “You’re gonna need it.”

You understand what he means when he pushes his pants down, his cock falling free and heavy. Your heart jumps, and you can feel yourself begin to salivate.

“Holy fuck,” you whisper, and just as he instructed, you push in another finger, scissoring them, working yourself as best you can.

Kicking off his boots, he steps the rest of the way out of his clothes and walks forward, stopping at the edge of the bed. Picking up the lube, he squirts a generous amount into his palm, and strokes it up and down his cock.

The slick noise of it makes your breath hitch, has you slipping in a third finger while he watches, eyes trained between your legs while he pumps his cock.

“Looook at you,” he sighs, head tipped back, eyes dark. “Saved it just for me, didn’t you?”

“Yes,” you keen, pushing your fingers in as deep as you can. It’s not enough, you know it isn’t, but it’s all you have. “I always– I always dreamed it’d be you.” He practically growls when you say that.

He kneels on the bed between your legs, using one hand to push your thigh up and out of the way. He tilts his head, and though being watched so intently like this is new, his rapt focus and hunger is unlike anything you’ve experienced before.

He licks his lips, and lets go of his cock to reach where your fingers are, carefully slipping his own middle finger in alongside yours.

You give a shuddering moan, grinding your palm harder against your clit to offset that aching stretch. It fades quickly enough, eased by the frictionless glide, leaving you with nothing but the pleasure of yours and his combined fingers easing you open.

“Homelander, please,” you moan, reaching up to touch his face. It still feels like a fantasy. “I’m ready.”

That seems to snap him out of the near stupor he’d gone into watching you. His gaze flickers up, and you hear the dry click of his throat when he swallows.

Withdrawing his hand, he lifts you up and effortlessly hikes you further up the bed, landing your head on a plush pillow.

In an instant he’s above you. He leans in to kiss you thoroughly, licking into your mouth with fervent heat.

You push your hands up into his perfect hair and find a delectable satisfaction in mussing it, pushing the strands this way and that. It almost distracts you from the feel of the fat head of his cock pushing in against you. You gasp, but he holds you still with one hand on your jaw, the other gripping the underside of your thigh, keeping it pushed up.

You whimper against his lips, screwing your eyes shut, He’s large, but he’s going slow. He stops once the head is in, moves his lips from yours to your neck, kissing at your skin as you suck in breaths of air.

“Good?” He asks. You can feel the shape of the word on his lips against your skin.

“Y-yes, don’t stop, keep going,” you practically plead. It’s somehow too much and not enough all at once. You just want him inside you, you want the ache to ascend.

He doesn’t need to be told twice. He moves his hand and lifts your thighs up, making space for himself to push in the rest of the way in one slow, continuous slide until he bottoms out. His cock is thick, heavy like an anchor inside you.

Every breath in makes you hyper aware of it.

Meanwhile, Homelander’s expression is pinched, lips pulled back in a near grimace.

“Fuuucking tight,” he grits out. You can feel the thrum of restraint in his every muscle like that of an engine. He doesn’t wait long before he begins rocking his hips, each pull and push moving you slightly on the bed.

You brace your hands on his bare shoulders, your stomach flipping over the feel of him buzzing beneath your palms.

“H-Homelander, fuck, that–” You choke on your own words, a snap of his hips catching you off guard.

He stops to look at you, eyes glazed over with pleasure, his lips parted.

“Keep going,” you quickly encourage, warmed by the way your words still give him pause, the flicker of concern amidst his lust. “Feels good, feels good, don’t stop.”

Another sharp thrust wrings a loud moan from you, followed by two more before he finds a steady rhythm. He lets go of your thighs in favor of hiking your legs up around his waist, where you hook your ankles over one another.

He drapes his body down over yours, one arm braced on the bed next to your head while the other moves to your chest, effortlessly tearing away the bra you’d neglected to remove.

He immediately covers one breast with his hand, massaging it with his palm while his mouth goes to the other, sucking and licking until it perks up in his mouth.

You can feel yourself spiraling, the onslaught of sensation more than you can bear. You can’t even form words anymore, each snap of his hips punching breathy little noises from you. Your eyes are beginning to water from the sheer overwhelm of it all, but Homelander doesn’t notice.

He’s too enamored with your body, lapping at your breasts, kissing the space between them, sinking deep into you with every thrust. You’re both unraveling, but you fall apart first.

Your orgasm hits you like a physical impact. Pressure that had been building since he started kissing you against that wall unleashes in a flood, rolling hot through your entire body.

He fucks you through it, not slowing down for a second, chasing his own pleasure in the pulsing, wet heat of you. Just when you believed it couldn’t get any more intense, his pace increases. He’s no longer kissing your skin, but instead breathing heavily into the crook of your neck, groaning, his breath hitching.

Through your pleasure-haze, you realize he’s close. You tangle your fingers in his hair, tighten your trembling legs around him as best you can.

“Please,” you gasp brokenly. “Please come inside me.”

Homelander slams in a final time before stilling, your words tipping him over the edge. The rush of liquid heat is unlike anything you’ve ever experienced, a scalding burn that feels better than you ever could have imagined.

You’re both breathing heavily against each other, limbs tangled together, speechless in the wake of what you have just shared.

After a few moments, he shifts. You let your legs, which feel like complete jelly, slide off of him and fall flat to the bed. He withdraws gingerly from you, but doesn’t go very far.

Neither of you particularly care about the mess for the moment, simply seeking warmth when you both push back in against the other.

Reaching over you, he flips the large blanket on his bed over in half, covering you both from the air around you, which suddenly feels cold in comparison.

“Stay,” Homelander murmurs, sounding groggy, thoroughly debauched by you.

It isn’t as though you have much say in the matter. He’s already coiled around you, one arm under your neck while the other is looped over your waist, locking you in the gentlest of vice grips.

You press your hands to his chest, snuggling in under his chin. There was never any question that you would stay, but for some reason, he seems to expect that you won’t.

“I will.”

This was your first time with Homelander, but it certainly won’t be the last.

( chapter two )

[myremnantarmy]

Christ became obedient to the point of death,

even death on a cross.

Because of this, God greatly exalted him

and bestowed on him the name which is above every other name.