#religion k1nk

[hersheher]

I want him to be my new religion

[puppygator]

Not into the priest imagery and fantasies I see around religious kink I would much prefer to be a traveling pilgrim who slips away in the night to fuck a cute little monk who is questioning his god. Press his soft hands into the abbey wall as I take him, getting to feel all the hidden, trembling skin beneath his robes. Fingers on his wet tongue to muffle his moans, cock opening him up and giving him the ecstasy and pleasure he will never find hidden away from the world. Leave him for the night with my cum buried deep inside him, and when I catch his eye tomorrow, waiting to see the relics, he'll remember the feeling of it slippery and warm, more fulfilling than any sacrament.

[fawningvictim]

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

[crucifiedparagon]

I want to be the lamb that makes a priest question himself. I want to be the lamb that makes a priest so viscerally hungry. I want to be the lamb that makes a priest pray for forgiveness before fucking his seed into me.

[littleyellowbunny]

Priest who stares at you his entire sermon, priest who's fingers linger on your tongue just a bit too long when taking communion, priest who's breaths are uneven and shaky when you confess to him, priest who strokes his cock to the thought of you underneath him and begging to be bred after Sunday service, praying out of shame afterwards 🩷

[neetdogboy]

and so what if I mock and degrade the cute priest in the confessional. Breaking him down until he’s so desperate he’s clinging to every word I say and fighting with every fibre of his being to not touch himself. I’ve already defiled the confessional he will not allow me to defile him as well.

Alas. He may not have touched himself then, but he certainly did later. Humping his pillow like some dog and thinking about the words I said and how disgusting he is for doing this. He ignores how hard he cums thinking about how disgraceful he is for even entertaining this.

[suicideassistance]

Imagine marrying someone else and sentencing your wedding to massacre. Seeing my coated mask staring through hills of corpses, watching as you spiral into panic. So desperate to escape, yet too scared to run. So scared, that you don’t mind it being my arms that wrap around you. Our shapes lower to the crimson stained floor— your mouth pried open with mind-bending hysteria. And I, holding your delicate little head to my chest, provides the only seeable comfort— a comfort you are more than accepting of. You’ll come with me now, won’t you? No family or friends to run home to. No one to confide in.

You can spend the rest of your life in this cathedral, angel— I’ll kill your God too.

[puppydogknight]

i need a priest to take care of me so bad. yes i also need a priest to fuck me but more importantly i need him to pet my hair after and tell me i did good and everything will be just alright. god will take care of it. he will take care of it. i just need to be good and obedient and sweet and pray. i just need to rest when he says and kneel when he says and open my mouth when he says... everything will be just fine like that, as long as i hand myself over to him wholeheartedly, he will arrange everything and make sure i have nothing to fear...

[crucifiedparagon]

While I'm on my knees, I need a priest to tip my head back and let wine from the cup fill my mouth. Have it overflow and spill down my chin before staining my clothing. I need a priest to bend me over the altar and fuck me for wasting the blood of Christ. To punish me for daring to spill even a single drop. I need a priest to plug my cunt with anything nearby so that I don't waste his seed like I did the wine.

[talkbycolor]

the nun and the soldier

A/N; I ACTUALLY DREAMED ABOUT THIS AND THOUGHT LOL WHAT A GOOD IDEA FOR AN OS

Pairing; "[REDACTED]" x AFAB!Reader

CW; cnc? for someone who doesnt know how to put limits the line is very blurry, you will guess / daddy kink but in a priestly way / def religion kink, breeding but im not sure if its just a kink, worship but im not sure who worships who the most / this is more like an au like 1940 battlefield where [REDACTED] is a soldier and MC a nun

The night was like a classic old horror movie scene.

And how not to be scared? Outside the cathedral it was raining heavily, the skies were roaring from the electrical storm and the only lighting was the holy candles, that place was a refuge for the homeless.

After all, many people needed comfort in times of war.

You had decided to stay until midnight, praying to your father to protect the soldiers in battle, that the families would stop going hungry, you held the wooden cross that hung from your chest so tightly, begging for the massacre to stop, the times They brought sadness to the entire nation and God had to save them.

A loud clap of thunder echoed outside the cathedral and the doors were opened, the cold of the night and the wind caused the flame of some candles to go out, so holding the cross tightly to your chest you turned to see who dared to break in. with such violence in the house of God.

"Who's there?" You asked as you walked towards the huge wooden gate.

A man in uniform walked in, soaked from the rain, he looked tired, hungry, hurt, he barely made eye contact with you you felt a chill run through your entire body, not just because of the weather.

"I need food" He was a soldier, you nodded immediately and helped him walk to take a seat on one of the benches while you went to the warehouse for something the man could eat, there was food stored that was going to be donated, or that's what the priest said.

You returned with canned food and some water for the stranger, who snatched your things to eat like a dying dog, water running down his chin and eating haphazardly as he breathed heavily.

"Sir, are you okay? Where is he coming from?" You didn't avoid being curious when asking those questions, although just one cold look from him was enough to make you close your mouth.

…

You only heard him chewing, the man seemed to have had a really bad time and it was no wonder that you could tell from miles away that he was a soldier, and since he came alone, there was a high probability that he was one of the few survivors in the trenches, but you are not going to assume too much.

"Father, please help this poor man to heal his wounds safely, to regain his strength, to protect his life on the battlefield and the lives of our nation -…"

"Stop talking shit" he interrupted you in a vulgar way, causing astonishment on your face, even disgust.

"That is no way to speak before the lord" You scolded him, the black-haired man only laughed hoarsely.

"Bring me clothes, I'm freezing in this" he demanded arrogantly, getting rid of his wet clothes, your kind soul heeded his words, because that's what you were, right? A sweet nun willing to help the needy, love your neighbor as your god ordered.

"Excuse me, I only found the priest's old clothes and I'm not sure they fit him, I hope they can help you" You said as you returned to the bench, he once again snatched the things from your hand.

Yes, he was a rude man.

The minutes passed, the candles continued to melt at the altar, you were praying in front of the golden statue of your lord while the soldier was resting on the benches, grunting at his wounds and trying to stay warm.

"Hey, nun, since you won't shut up come here, I think I know how you could keep that mouth busy" The man suggested with a cheeky smile, it was unheard of how he could say such things in the lord's house.

"Hey! That's enough of-…"

"It wasn't a question, come here or I'll come for you" his voice was sharp, and with no intention of continuing to listen to you, seeing how you froze in surprise he grumbled and took the trouble to walk towards you.

Right in front of the golden statue of your god, he subdued you to the ground and lifted your robe to reveal your underwear, that man was shameless because he simply buried his face between your asscheeks to inhale deeply.

"HEY! HEY" WHAT ARE YOU DOING?! STOP! YOU CAN'T DO THAT!" You begged him, confusion and disgust replaced with terror, but… he was a soldier, a man willing to sacrifice his life for his nation.

"Please, honey, aren't you supposed to be a helpful sweetheart? You promised to help me stay warm, and this is my last dinner before I die?" He murmured on your back, riding you without a word, his hands had already pulled down your underwear while you were busy in your thoughts.

"Oh my god, this can't be happening, I'm supposed to stay pure" You whimpered as you covered your face, too embarrassed by the situation but not trying to push the man away.

He was an angel sent by god to save the country, it would be so rude to reject any order he gave.

He ground his hips against yours in a messy manner, he hadn't even prepared you well when your pussy was already engulfing his cock.

"Wow, you're so tight, so it's true that nuns are virgins, right? I feel so lucky to be the one to take your chastity, dear." His voice was teasing in your ear as you squeezed your eyes shut to endure the sudden intrusion, you were Pretty sure you would bleed.

No one would pass by the cathedral at that time of night, much less in a storm, the clicking of both skins echoed in the enormous building, right in the eyes of your lord.

"P-please forgive me Father for I have sinned, forgive me so much" A hand grabbed your jaw to silence you.

"You better ask thanks to the Lord because you will soon have a son, I will take care of filling this pretty pussy of yours to the brim, okay, angel?" He mocked your prayers but the seriousness in his voice was immaculate, he really wanted to impregnate your womb with his seed.

Your legs were shaking as you tried to stay in the doggy position, the soldier was selfish, penetrating your wet cunt for the sole purpose of having his release and getting you pregnant.

"S-sir please slow down, I feel like you're going to break me" You begged, snot slipping out of your nose as well as tears at how disastrous the situation was, the problem wasn't that the man was using you, because he was part of the brave army that risked his life, it is logical that you want to help.

"... We shouldn't be doing this in the Father's house." Sob quietly, your body reacted so well to his touch and it was inevitable not to moan, causing echoes in the cathedral.

"No, no, angel, call me father, you don't want your lord to hear you acting like a slut in his holy home." His calloused hands squeezed your hips and he pulled you like a wolf would its prey towards its nest.

"My god, angel, you feel so good, I'm melting between your walls, I want to spill all my essence inside you, you're being so good for me, I promise you it will feel better" He whispered lovingly despite the furious thrusts. that you received. "Don't worry, this is what your god wants, right? Demigods are worshiped with flowers, real gods need blood." His tone felt so somber, his hand traveled to your crotch to caress, collecting said blood, your blood.

So if he died on the battlefield, he would at least have left his inheritance in the world and he wouldn't be completely forgotten, right? His greedy hands ran over every inch of your skin under your tunic, squeezing the flesh, he too seemed inexperienced too, moaning and letting out incoherencies as he ground his groin against you, saliva running down his jaw as he moaned like a dog, panting, his eyes rolling back, sharper sounds until you both trembled violently.

Just as he said, you were dripping, as soon as a mirror cascade came out of you and warm semen was present from your pussy, his member was already a little more flaccid as he observed such a work of art in front of him.

He didn't want to die, he wanted this stupid war to end so he could get this nun pregnant and raise a child together.

"It's okay, you'll be okay" he murmured one last time as he clung to you, taking you into his arms with a blank look, but his words weren't.

He promised that when all that was over he would return to you to take care of you and the baby, that was what he wanted most, a life without daily blood, peace.

It's a shame that the promise would never be fulfilled.

♡

[waitinginthelight]

It'd be so fucking hot to make you read the Bible while I slam my cock into your pretty pussy.

I'd whisper the filthiest things you can think of while my thick cock stretches out your slutty little hole. Your face buried against your pillow, too ashamed to look up as your frail, fragile little frame shakes with each fucking thrust.

I'd grab a fistful of your hair and pull you up.

"Such a pretty little slut. You don't look too religious now. Should we fix that?"

My hips pounding into you, your ass jiggling lewdly with each thrust, I'd throw a Bible in front of you a tell you to read. I'd make you read it.

Shit, the shame would make your cunt clench down hard on me. A sloppy wet hole for me to abuse while you sin in front of your lord.

"Read the Bible or pray to your real god."

Fuck, the feeling of your cunt clamping on my cock would make me want to break you. Own you. I'd have you devote your body to me. Your lust and shame all mine to exploit.

I'd cum so fucking hard, spraying holy cum into your hedonistic, blasphemous cunt.

[bunni-eden]

fallen angel worshipping your body like it used to worship god

[2snuffseb]

stab me with a cross and make me pray to you until i feel pure again!!

[puppydogknight]

a kind and patient priest being so generous and teaching me how to pray, his warm hands over mine, clutching them together for me... sitting me in his lap and guiding my fingers to count the beads on a rosary... having me kneel in front of him and tapping his finger against my lips to open my mouth... soothing at my hair when i gag... "i know its hard work my lamb, but youll endure it for me, wont you?" and when i choke again and make a pathetic little hum around him he smiles and keeps rocking in, leaning his head back in pleasure. and at that moment i think that god maybe does truly exist

[sprldreams]

Cute repressed religious girls pspsps

The obsessed, fanatical, and devoted type.

Growing up in an extremely strict household.

Always yearning for praise that never came.

Confused. Lonely. Empty. Praying for someone to save you and give your life meaning ♡

I know it's been so hard for you.

I've heard all your prayers and worries.

I'll be a much better God for you to worship.

But I don't need half hearted worshippers.

If you won't devote yourself completely, then I don't want you.

You'll give me your soul. I'll command you. Change you. Make you better. You'll cater to my every whim and desire. My first and most devoted follower~

In exchange, I'll save you from this life you don't want. This hideous mask you have to wear. Give you everything you have always wanted.

Now, I'll only give you one chance. Make your choice ♡

[psychedileagain]

fertility goddess that's just the neediest, most pathetic slut you ever did see. sensitive to the slightest touch, constantly running filthy fantasies through her mind. begging the rest of the pantheon to knock her up, grinding on their legs as they all toy with her. she's the embodiment of the type of lust that pools in your stomach and will not burn out, the body's instinctual needs brought to a boiling point, and she's always making it everyone else's problems. knows she's irresistible to mortals and can't help but use this to corrupt them