#divinity kink

[xochimillilili]

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~?

[notkitten]

tasting a girl's cum is the closest you'll ever be to a divine revelation

[implied-divinity]

every day i pray to god to give me a cis penis and god says "but tidicks are so hottttt" and he moans right in my ear and jerks me off

[hiraeth-daydreams]

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

[sinfulsuns]

worship me and I’ll worship you and maybe we’ll find divinity

[puppiilove-mail]

Calling them my"god" and promising to be a good boy as they force me to kneel before them as they shove their cock into my mouth >>>> ♡♡♡

[tomcat-testosterone]

Mentioned this in passing the other day but there’s a half formed story in my head about a goddess who forcemascs her followers and I can’t stop thinking about it.

Taking a girl who’s quiet and hurting and visibly uncomfortable in her skin and calling her into Her service. It’s overwhelming being in a goddess’s presence, let alone having Her attention focused on her. It feels euphoric. She holds her face in Her hands and tells her She knows what that feeling in her chest is and She can help. You’ll have to give your old life up, completely, but things will be so much better with Her. All you have to do is serve as Her knight, and you can be Hers and feel this way forever.

Becoming a man is just a symbol of his devotion. It’s an expression of how thoroughly he is Hers. He kneels before Her and kisses Her feet and trembles when She deigns to caress his face. His body is a gift from Her. She uses it as She likes.

[wlwwerewolfie]

Perverted nun getting her claws on the new innocent god-fearing teacher at the all girls school they work at. Promising the innocent thing that tasting a girls cum is the closest thing to seeing god and luckily the nun is there to help her see their lord and savior!

[xochimillilili]

Making a sweet little thing kneel at my feet, eyes wide and pretty mouth swearing to worship me for their whole life, before taking me whole in their mouth

Moaning my name over and over into and against me like a holy prayer until my cum blesses their throat and overwhelms their mind~

[notkitten]

when you tell your sweet angel that if she cums around your cock you'll breed her so full, fingers digging into her thighs as you press them up towards her chest, rocking into her with short -- brutal -- thrusts, and watch her brain melt as she immediately sanctifies your consummation with a fucking flood

[implied-divinity]

btw if i ever post forcemasc stuff ab the divinity in becoming a man and shit, its not about being a *man* its about being *yourself* like. its divine to become who youre meant to be. theres divinity in transfemininity. theres divinity in being nonbinary. theres divinity in you. i just post ab men cause i am one and im a fag :p

[zaota]

I booked a weekend getaway for me and my boyfriend but instead of letting me have a good night's sleep before the getaway: he started fucking me for making this blog. he's so possessive which is so cute but also terrifying. So I hope people enjoy this blog because I got really bullied for just writing this.

what exactly happened you ask? well, I fully thought I was going to get to sleep but as soon as I was in bed, he was on me. Feet and hand pinned to the mattress by his weight and then he started teasing me. It was a long, drawn out hour of foreplay and I could barely contain my gasps and moans. Then he flipped me over and told me to start humping the pillow instead. I wasn't allowed to get up or use my hands. It was agonizing. Then he made me hold up my legs so that he could use my ass for the first time. With no lube. Then he me listen to the recording of our first time. It was embarrasing how much I moaned, pleaded and begged for him to stop in the recording. I was literally cringing.

I finally got enough rest to type this up but jesus those three hours were really, really long. The weekend getaway is going to begin in a few hours and I don't think I'm ready for this man. But he'll use the fuck out of me anyway.

[starfaggot]

what if you were my angel and i was your demon and i ruined your innocent, celestial little mind. if i manhandled you by your halo, dragged you to hell to be corrupted by temptation. you can't resist my warmth, my royalty, when i fill you full of my seed and make you pray to me. i am your god now, your new ruler, and slowly your wings turn ashen from my corruption. bow down to your infernal king, serve me in hell and slowly fall from heaven, darling. it's where you belong.

[aziraphales-library]

I remember a fair few fics where the premise is vaguely “Aziraphale does a blessing/miracle/other religious thing on Crowley and it’s strange/overwhelming/etc for all involved”. I just can’t… find any of them. I remember them being various ratings, pure fluff to pure smut

Your best bet is the divinity kink tag on AO3. Here are some to get you going...

The Agony And The Ecstasy by entanglednow (T)

A split second decision by Aziraphale to save them both from discovery leaves Crowley experiencing something he is unprepared for.

your love is sunlight by EveningStarcatcher (M)

“Why wait?” Crowley’s voice was faint, almost a whisper, but lined with the usual forced nonchalance. “What?” Aziraphale froze, brow slightly furrowed. “Just, I don’t have to wait.” Crowley’s cheeks flushed. “Could be all better right now. I mean. I-if you wanted.” “Are you asking me to heal you?” Aziraphale’s eyes flashed with something… divine.

A Negative Integer by racketghost (E)

“I’m the holy object,” Aziraphale says, and is also looking frantically around the room, the bookshop, the skylight filtering in the first glimpses of afternoon sun and holding dust particles suspended in their beams, dreamy and soft. “I can’t touch you.” “Yes you can,” he blurts out, and swallows down the cacophony of what are sure to be any number of embarrassing and hopeful ways in which the angel can touch him,��really, whenever.

Bleak Without and Bare Within by Princip1914 (E)

Perhaps Crowley was right, Aziraphale thought. They were both working very hard in sometimes very awful places and for what? It was obvious that they couldn’t give up on temptations and blessings entirely--someone would notice, they had to surely--but combining forces here and there? What had Crowley called it, lending a hand, when necessary? It didn’t sound too bad. It didn’t sound like a good idea either, but Aziraphale supposed that was the whole point. It was a morally neutral proposition, and everything would still get done in the end. “I agree.” Aziraphale said finally. “As long as you accept that we’re going to have to teach one another.” Or, an angel learns to Tempt, a demon learns to Bless and things get a bit out of hand at the beginning of an unusual Arrangement.

Divine Hands by WanderingAlice (T)

After the end of the world didn’t come, Crowley had planned to spend a lot more time with Aziraphale, and Aziraphale didn’t seem opposed to the idea at all. Unfortunately there’s one glaring problem. Crowley has a strong, uncontrollable panic reaction to being touched by something divine. And Aziraphale cannot turn off his own divinity. A Good Omens Holiday Exchange fic written for the prompt: After the Notpocalypse, Crowley and Aziraphale start getting closer...but they find out together that Crowley has deep-seated trust issues triggered by something about Aziraphale that he can't help. They have to overcome it together.

sanctuary by moonyinpisces (T)

“You’re staring.” “Oh dear,” says Aziraphale, completely unapologetic. “How rude of me.” Crowley begins to smile something slow, bright, and lovely, but he schools it with a bite to his lower lip. Aziraphale thinks of the way he looked two millennia ago, pressed up against the wall with Aziraphale's blessing healing his wounds, the only demon to experience divine ecstasy and live to tell the tale. How Aziraphale's hands itch to do it again, and again, and again. Crowley opens his mouth as if to say something, but then stops and spins around instead to go back to stirring the curry. “Shut up,” he says to the stove, flustered.

- Mod D

[father-cassian]

Oh, darling. I understand you are ashamed of your lustful thoughts. We all have them; as long as you admit them to me, God will forgive you.

Go on, tell me everything. Spare no detail--and if you hear the shuffling of cloth and soft moans from the other side of the confession booth, then there's nothing for it, is there?

[corruptive-sinner]

Oh, to have a pretty little thing in my lap writhing as I hold a vibrator to them. Edging them until they lose track of everything but me. My touch, my voice, my influence. I won't stop until I think they've proven their devotion. Praying, begging, swearing to Me. My hands grant them release, only I can set them free, so I'll take my time ~❤️