#Religious kink
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foxiislvt · 13 hours ago
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I need need need to worship my love’s body. I want my kisses to instill divinity into her as I pray for her blessings and her gifts (her gock and her cum).
a kink i have and always forget to post about is body worship. i just love love love feeling gentle hands across my body, kisses on my hip bones, a voice in my ear telling me how pretty i am… don’t get me started, im already dripping 😵‍💫
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xochimillilili · 10 months ago
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Love when I'm fucking a cute bitch and they start moaning oh god as I fuck a load into them
Like mmhm, that's me sweetheart— you praying and begging for me to go even rougher? Praying for more of me inside you, little dove~?
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fallenxangel-13 · 3 months ago
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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?"
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desecratedclergy · 3 months ago
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Shaun Berke, Amor Fati, 2017
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succupriest · 5 months ago
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A priest jerking themself off feverishly while suckling and mouthing their crucifix. Clutching the rosary around their neck and begging for God to save them, which soon turns into begging for God to let them cum…
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hiraeth-daydreams · 1 year ago
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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
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whimsicallesbian · 8 months ago
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kinda wanna fuck a girl in a confessional after making her “confess” all the dirty things she wants me to do to her idk I just think it would be fun
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sinfulsuns · 1 year ago
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worship me and I’ll worship you and maybe we’ll find divinity
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kaionyx · 9 months ago
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​Oh to be a priest getting head from some sinful piece of devil’s fruit in the confessional. Grunting and muttering scriptures while I rut my cock deeper in their warm throat to try and repent. The rosary in my hand tangling in their hair from forcing them farther down to hush their whimpers from the innocent people praying outside.
Pumping my load down their throat and pulling them off when I had my fill, watching the ungodly sight of their tear coated face smiling and tugging on my robe shamelessly for more. Knowing that I shouldn’t go farther. Hell, knowing I shouldn’t even been allured by the subtle temptations they gave during service like flashing their panties or bending over just enough to see down their shirt under the eyes of god.
Yet, I’m no better than any other man. And if it means purifying this wicked lust out of something that’s supposed to be so pure, then a few sessions of repentance shouldn’t be too wrong.. Right?
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needforfidelity · 10 months ago
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“you are a gift from god, you are my gift. he sent you to me.” while he bruises my cervix >>
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elfiewhore · 6 months ago
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You meet an angel. They're the most beautiful creature you've ever seen with porcelain skin and wings with feathers as soft as clouds. Above their head is a gorgeous halo of radiant light. You are immediately enraptured by them.
The angel is curious about the mortal world so you show them all around your street and take them home. You feel embarrassed by all of the kinky shit you have lying around but they simply ask what it is all for.
You explain in much detail as shame wells in your chest and your cheeks burn about how some people enjoy being collared like dogs and others like being struck. You show them your collection of cocks, embarrassingly describing how your people enjoy not only the cocks of humans but those shaped like animals and creatures of myth.
They ask if there are angel dildos, you reply no. They seem disappointed so you offer to let them wear one of your straps to see what it feels like. With some trepidation they accept and soon have a massive silicon dick hanging from their hips.
They ask what they are used for, and you explain. You even offer to let them try, climbing onto the bed and offering up your holes to them. It takes only gentle encouragement before they're slamming into you over and over, stretching you wide as you moan and writhe. They enjoy when you scream "oh god" (it makes the act feel holy) and their unnatural strength makes their thrusts so hard your eyes almost roll back in your head as you cum.
The angel then asks what happened and you explain. The concept seems foreign to them. Angels do not experience such things. At least, they whisper, not in their mortal body. They indicate their halo. That beautiful ring that seems to be glowing even brighter now. You reach up and touch it, and the angel shivers and smiles. Gently you run your fingers around the circle and they let out a whimper that almost sounds pained. You're touching the essence of their being. The body is a projection, the halo is their true self. Your fingers slowly wrap around the halo and their eyes widen and they push you away.
The angel apologizes, to hold them like that would almost be too much. It would feel like controlling them, and they only serve the almighty. You nod along as your mind turns. You spend some time running your fingers along the halo, even pressing a vibrating wand against it which makes them whimper and even let out the most beautiful moan that nearly drives you to tears. Every pose they make is a work of art. Truly they are divine.
You need them. Whether to free them from the control of an uncaring deity or just because you can't bear to lose such a precious creature. You need them.
You continue to edge the angel with toys and fingers and even lapping your drooling tongue along the circle. It tastes like fire and comfort and hope. Your drool turns to gold as it drops onto their face. Eventually you try again, curling just a finger around the rim. They whimper but at this point you had given them so much pleasure they don't, or can't, stop you. You tug on the halo a little and it moves weightlessly, their body following inexorably.
Previously you couldn't get the thing to budge if you tried. But the moment you fully wrap around it, it is yours. The perfect tool of control. And what's more the angel is staring at you now not with confusion or fear but with utter adoring lust. Their tongue is out like a dog. You pull the halo again, yanking hard this time. They fall to the floor beneath it with a yelp of depraved pain. The kind of sound only a pure being could make. The essence of corruption made audible.
You take a leash from your desk. Pulling the angel closer you open the clip and hold it to the ring. You close it.
The angel collapses onto the ground, grasping at their halo in utter and complete ecstasy. Their body convulsing as they moan and whimper and whine and beg and plead and lustfully demand. The whole time the leash held in your hand slowly turning from a simple chain of stainless steel into solid gold inlaid with the most beautiful designs. The leather handle turns pure white. The clip at the end is gone now, the chain is permanently fused to the ring about their head.
The angel relaxes, staring up at you now. Their face the picture of absolute adoration. Worship. Love. Lust. Subservience. You pull on the chain, bringing them closer to you. You grasp their halo and shove it against your crotch, grinding against it lewdly. Utterly claiming it. And then you shove them to the floor and tell them to open their mouth, before riding their face while holding that ring like handlebars.
Angels aren't like you or I. We stole our free will and made our own destiny. We are our own rulers. But an angel? They were made only to serve. They know nothing else.
So why not make them serve you? You'll never find a better fuckdoll.
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fawningvictim · 18 days ago
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confessing to a priest about my disgusting sinful urges, begging them to save me from lust only to be bent over the alter and raped for my obsession with flesh
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xochimillilili · 11 months ago
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I want to kidnap and tie up my boy, stuff his mouth with his soaking panties so he can't scream as I take him away. Tell him he's mine and only mine forever as I collar him up, scratch my name into every single one of his limbs, make him only see me
Fuck him until he's unconscious, pump his holes full of my cum, make him only want me, need me, love me. I'll keep him forever as my beloved pet, my beloved boy until I'm his entire world, his shining light and god
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fallenxangel-13 · 10 months ago
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nun instructed to use a rosary to keep evil spirits at bay by priests, who take leave for dawn. nothing to be heard except sobs, whimpers, and pleas once they return by dusk, finding her knotted beneath a large beast, plunging the rosary up her cunt. "where's your god now, love?"
satan coos softly in her ear. a blasphemous sight for the church to witness, seeing as their repellents failed them in the eyes of the lord — unmatched for the enemy's primal urges to mate a sweet virgin.
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nvnagesimus · 5 months ago
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pray (eat out) to your God (femme)
men and minors dni
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succupriest · 6 months ago
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Being a priest’s first kiss… sitting in their lap as they press against you feverishly for more, their mouth open wide as you shove your tongue down their needy throat. It’s so new to them and they’re so shy and a little hesitant, but they buck their hips regardless. Choking them with their own rosary around their neck… listening to them gasp for air and claw at your back as you grind against their bulge and kiss the shell of their ear… drooling all over themselves as they weakly beg for God’s forgiveness… how adorable ♪
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