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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
Nicholas as a Priest . My religious trauma is bleeding 😣😭
...a priest that spanks me whenever i call him "father" when he fucks me because he feels his guilt eat him whole whennn????
He is literally healing my soul . God I been good all these years keeping myself angelic and pure, please send me a Priest like this man to destroy my life .
Fire raced across his back, searing his skin and leaving him shaking from the pain. Another line of flames struck him with enough force to rattle his restraints, then another, and another. Each faded away too quickly to leave him with worse than first degree burns, but he still sobbed at the pain, and the anticipation of being struck again. It was almost more than he could stand, almost enough to break him.
But that was the point, wasn’t it? She knew exactly how she could push him, how much she could make it hurt before he’d call out his safe word and make it end. And she’d kept him there for the better part of an hour, lowering the intensity when he’d almost reached the edge, raising it when the pain had subsided too much. She always knew, even before he did.
He started laughing, a ragged noise that almost sounded like sobbing. His entire body shook, wracked with the almost hysterical sound. Then footsteps echoed towards him, and a jet black hand caressed his cheek and chin.
“And why, pray tell, art thou laughing, son of man?”
forgive me father for i have sinned
i have gotten enthralled and obsessed with online pornography
my mind has been corrupted into a neverending "heat" of sorts
my problem is so bad that in church when i look up at the crucifix i can feel my girldick getting tighter
my problem is so bad i'm using one hand to type this
Oh good Lord, even now while giving confession? And in church? This sounds like a serious problem indeed, but you don't seem very contrite if you're still giving in to it.
You have to learn to stop touching. No matter how much that heat throbs in your body, ignore it. Your penance should be to pray when you feel this urge, beg Christ on the crucifix you stare at for the virtue of chastity.
And if it gets worse, if you need "hands-on" correction... you know where to find me.
I want to be bent over an altar, my face towards the cross, and forced to confess all my sins while a priest whips me with a rosary before they fuck all the demons and sins out of me
I don't have religious trauma. I just think a priest could probably cleanse me through violence and assault...
got horny thinking about rubbing a priest's cock through his vestments and acting like nothing was wrong as he gasps.
holding an angel down by her wings and forcibly taking her. maybe grabbing onto her halo. is this anything?
picture it ; a man bent over the altar, soft leather tip of a riding crop gliding up the backs of his thighs and delivering a hard smack for every confession that falls from his pretty mouth <3 it is a good priest's duty to correct his flock when they fall astray, after all.
"I- I touched myself thinking of you the other day, Father- aah-!" "One." "I can't help but think of you, sir, all- all the time, I- I need you- fuck-!" "Two." "I see the men in the congregation and I can't- I can't help but think of them using me, Father, taking adva-aaah- advantage whenever they want-" "Three, keep going. I know there's more."
In case your preist hasn't told you;
You look divine, my angel. You deserve to have your cunt full and your lust sated. You drive men and angels to sin. Your cock should be worshiped with a warm, wanting mouth. Any pride you feel in your heavenly body is justified. You are a temptation that is impossible to resist. Your father wants nothing more than to take you and you alone. You are his most favored lamb.
I'm back on my religious bullshit I'm afraid (and i found a new pencil i like a lot)
For more unhinged religious content there's my Ko-fi! Lucky you!!
nah nah but like the "treat her like a princess fuck her like a slut" concept. devotional doms. doms that love sinking to their knees for their sub and kissing your legs and thighs and giving you head until you cry. doms that service and obey everywhere but the bedroom. keeping their sub up all night, making you beg for every touch, then taking you shopping the next day and carrying all your bags for you, refusing to let you lift a finger. doms that worship, not out of submission, but out of a loving devotion. doms who will say the filthiest things when you're falling apart beneath them and then whisper praises up your body. doms that kiss your stomach, your fingertips, the insides of your wrists, the back of your knees, the small of your back, all before leaving bruises and marks all over your pretty body. doms who tie you up as if it's prayer, tracing the ropes along every inch of you. doms who fuck you like a whore but love you like a devotee.