Blasphemy Kink - Tumblr Posts
Not to be a lost, forsaken fallen angel on main but what if I swore my eternal devotion to you in exchange for the privilege of sitting at your feet and resting my cheek on your leg, staring up at a being so majestic, so otherwordly and glorious and powerful, with eyes that radiate divinity of such magnitude it ignites my skin afire and make my heart bleed with religious ecstasy.
Haha, I'm kidding, of course! Of course I'm kidding. I'm kidding. I'm kidding. I'm ki
cw: gender neutral reader, degradation, blasphemy/hierophilia
Cool steel of his partisan touches you just under your chin forcing you to look up at his radiance. Rays of light stream down silhouetting his wings, his halo, his bare chest before falling on your blood-stained face. Eyes filled with scorn and disgust pierce your very soul, his lips curled upward in absolute mockery. You sit at his feet in the cathedral, body bare.
“Repent,” Those were the first words he said to you in a deep, yet sweet voice.
You swallow hard while looking up at his majestic form, unable to talk as your mouth hangs open in awe. The blade of his partisan leaves your throat, but your head is shoved to the freezing marble floor by his foot.
“I said repent, sinner.” You let out a pathetic whine as he grinds your cheek deeper into the ground. Amused, he revels at your pain.
“You like this, don’t you? You enjoy groveling at my feet as I punish you as I see fit.” He kicks you over onto your back, your body completely exposed and defenseless as he traces the topography of your torso with the edge of his sharpened blade.
“Don’t worry, my sinner, we have all the time in the world to eliminate every last sin within that blasphemous soul of yours.”
cw: softcore, blasphemy/hierophilia/religion kink, mental changes, brainwashing/hypno
God i know when people usually think of religious corruption kink they think of a religious person who loses their faith which is good but i really love is when a non-believer is corrupted into religion.
You were just an atheist aimlessly wandering through life with no purpose, but then you met a priest. You and he would always end up debating about religion. You knew you were right, but he could talk circles around you, couldn't he? However, no matter how ruthlessly he would destroy what you thought were foolproof arguments, he would still use the same soft, honey-tongued tone. Always kind and polite, but he was one of those people who you couldn't just help but to love the way they speak. Charismatic and mesmerizing, but never forceful. A calming, trance like effect would come over you and for the first time in forever you would feel at peace.
You started attending mass just to hear him speak. Of course he would always pick you out of the crowd and, after mass, talk to you for hours on end about faith and you, you would do nothing but just listen to his sweet voice. It wasn't long before those suggestive words seeped into your brain and took root. Your budding beliefs were new and fragile, but he took the time to tend to the garden of your mind. To water and nurture the very seeds he planted deep into the recesses of your very soul. Those seeds turned to saplings which turned into branches that reached up to the sky in worship and a sturdy trunk of unwavering conviction that even the sharpest axes would struggle to cut down.
You desired more than to be a fervent parishioner now, you desperately wanted to become one of the same cloth he was. You yearned to bask in the ecstasy of worship like he does. Your mind was filled with nothing but the good faith which you wanted, no, needed to spread to the dissenters as you had once been. He changed you fundamentally and now it was your turn to sow seeds as he taught you to, as he always meant you to.
Someone dressing me in priest robes then forces me to pray with a rosary as they fuck my ass while im bent over an alter. Trying to focus on saying my hail marys but with each prayer it keeps getting more incoherent until i just end up turning into a delirious, moaning mess.
I'm the transsexual perverted sex fiend evangelicals tell you to watch out for
...a priest that spanks me whenever i call him "father" when he fucks me because he feels his guilt eat him whole whennn????
I want a priest to look at my non-believer ass and decide to make me his.
Like he'd look at the sigils and the things I wear but see the look in my eyes when I talk to him and know he has power over me.
When no one's around he'd take me by the chin and just give me a smug look. "A lost little lamb still craves the forbidden fruit, I see." He'd tease.
I want him to make be his disciple. Not to lead me to God, but to belong to him. He is the only God I need and no other shall come before him. Not even the mighty Lord above could take me from him.
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