#religious k1nk

[depravedsafehaven]

All I do is sin, all I can think all day long are various acts of disgusting sexual acts. All day long I'm touching myself, my humanity slowly leaking out between my legs.

I need you to purge the sin out of me. Whip me until I'm bruised, until I'm bleeding. Insert dildo's and vibrators that are way too large into my holes, so all I feel is pain. Spank me over your knees. Tell me I need to become a good girl again. Tell me I need to find God. I just won't realise that the God you're talking about, is you. That you will make me worship you, pray to you, beg you for forgiveness, serve you. Everything I will do, will be for you. My new God

[puppygator]

Once again thinking about how underutilized monks are in erotic/nsfw spaces.

Kiss his tonsure. Pull his hood over his head like a blind. Let your hands wander over his thick robes, feel for the soft mound of his cock through it. Listen to his whispered, desperate prayers, trying to keep his mind from your touch. Pull him by his cincture into your grasp, his sharp gasp at the tightness around his waist. Kiss his hands; maybe they are broad and rough from labor, maybe spindle-fingered with select little callouses, the hands of an artist, an illuminator. Let his robes pool around his waist so you can reveal the treasures between his legs; doesn't he look like a bashful bride? Is that not our place as the church, a bride to the Christ surely christ will be willing to share this eager, blushing bride. The lengths of untouched, holy skin, ready and prime for your touch, for your corruption of this holy man, to make him even holier and bring him to an ecstasy unlike any other.

[starrotica]

a priest kneels between my legs. he tells me i've been a bad pup, a menace, a threat to his holiness- but God will understand why he's doing this, right? God can see how difficult it is to resist temptation, right? he can confess his sins when he's done.

the sweet, sweet prince, he can't ignore it anymore. the want- no, the need to devour me. he spreads my thighs and gapes at my aching boycunt, already soaking wet and exposed. he leans forward. takes my tcock into his mouth and sucks. the motion is foreign to him, but i can see him- i can see his eyes roll back at the taste of a different kind of divinity.

his nails dig into my skin as he laps at my cunt, groaning at the taste, burying himself deep inside of me as he eats me like the finest fruit, the drinks me in like the smoothest wine. every time he pulls back for breath, i can hear his whispers of oh merciful lord, i come before you seeking forgiveness. but the poor thing can't seem to stop. not until i've cum. not until he sees that veering off his path was worth it.

when he sees my shaking legs and hears my whines and whimpers, he's transfixed; he grits his teeth and recites prayer after prayer as he frantically unzips his pants juuust enough to pull his cock out. he plunges deep inside of me with a cry of God's name and fucks me hard and fast, fast, fast, as if God will not see our sin if we are quick enough.

he cums deep inside of me, crying, guilty and wrecked. he prays God will understand.

he prays God will grant him grace when he sees me in the front pew the next Sunday, too.

[conditioned-to-obey]

I kneeled at the altar and asked heaven to send me the sweetest, purest angel they had—I was so delighted when my humble mortal prayers were answered. And there it stood before me, illuminated by the light from the cherry, gold and cerulean stained glass.

So, do all angels turn every room they enter ice cold and have sharp teeth and claws like this or...?

[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.

[succupriest]

I really like soft, gentle priests who are loving and sweet and spoil you to no end, but I also like priests who are secretly dirty and long to defile and deflower you. I like the idea of a priest being so kind and gentle on the outside, but as soon as they’re alone with you, the object of their twisted desires, they’re mouthing at your ear, pressing themselves up against you, just in complete control of what happens next… pulling their cock out of their cassock and fucking into you, with the only warning being the way their fingers grip your hips painfully… having their way with you, excusing their actions on you being so tempting, like the forbidden fruit. Making you cum over and over and over again because you’re just so sinful, the Father is only trying to help you, but you make them act in ways they can’t control… that’s why they can’t stop snapping their hips and digging their painfully hard cock inside you. And you love it, don’t you? You love the feeling of Father’s cock pumping hot cum into you, fucking it all up into your womb so you can bear his children ♪

[depravedsafehaven]

Why have I developed a religious kink lately? Like a father kink? Idk how it's called?

Confessing my sins to a Father, how much of a whore I am, what sinful thoughts I have. How much I touch myself to those thoughts, how many strange men I let fuck me like I'm nothing. Father is absolutely shocked to hear this. He tells me to visit the church in the middle of the night, how he will help me banish these thoughts.

So like the good girl I want to be, I show up. He brings me to his private office. He makes me lie down on a wooden bench, and he even straps me in it. He tells me he's going to banish the devil out of me. I can't help but get wet when he restrains me.

But once I'm strapped in, I realise that this is a very corrupt father. Who has no intention in helping me. He starts slapping my face, cutting my clothes off. Telling me what a whore I am. I should've saved myself for marriage, but its too late for me now. And it's time for my punishment. I'm confused by the whiplash, and for the first time, I beg a man to not have sex with me. He doesn't listen. I take it, I have no choice. My tears only make him harder.

Maybe he keeps me captive, maybe he forbids me to see any other men, maybe he wants me to stay the whore I am.

Legit don't know where this fantasy came from. I'm not Christian at all lol.

[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.

[hersheher]

I want him to be my new religion

[s0lren]

Sexual information post!

(This is not a post to make anyone feel bad or to scare anyone this is just to inform people on how to have safe sex since I feel like it's not talked about enough and it needs to be normalised)

Safewords are always important, especially when doing cnc and even during 'vanilla' sex

The stop light system is a great method

Green means keep going

Orange means slow down

Red means stop

If you aren't a fan of the stoplight system try using words that you would never use during sex but are also easy to remember, names of fruit are very common

Remember, ignoring someone's safe word is never okay, sometimes people can just not hear it but if it continues to happen it's not okay.

Aftercare is also extremely important.

Some people need aftercare all the time. Some people only need it sometimes. Other people don't need it at all. But it's always good to ask.

Aftercare is for both subs and doms. I've seen way too many people claim its just for subs which isn't true, aftercare is for everyone.

People can also need aftercare in different ways. Some people need something to eat and drink. Some people need some reassuring. Some people need to be left alone for a bit. No matter what kind of aftercare you need, it's valid.

It's okay not to cum.

For some people, especially AFAB people or people on medication, it can be hard to cum but that doesn't mean that they can't enjoy themselves. Just because your partner hasn't cum doesn't mean they haven't enjoyed themselves. You can get off without needing an orgasm and don't be disheartened if you or your partner doesn't have one.

Always be safe.

If you have multiple sexual partners always use condoms to avoid contracting anything, even if they claim to be clean don't go without one unless they have proof of being clean. This also applies to sex toys, if you are sharing them with someone else then use a condom and be sure to sterilise it after using just to be on the safe side.

STIs aren't always curable and can lead to health complications down the line so if you ever suspect you have one then go to the doctor before having sex with anyone, especially if it's unprotected.

Don't do the pull out method. There is a chance that sperm can leak with precum or you could pull out just a little too late. If you are worried about pregnancy just use birth control or a condom.

Reminder

Giving your consent shouldn't be a turn off

If you aren't sure that someone is consenting then ask, never do something with someone unless you are 100% sure they want to do it

It is not consent if they persuade you to do something

It is not consent if you are too drunk to say no

It is not consent if you are asleep

It is not consent if you are being blackmailed

It is not consent if you say no

It is not consent if you don't say yes

If you didn't want to give your consent then you didn't give your consent.

Even if you aren't sure that something wasn't consensual you still need to reach out to someone. Don't suffer in silence.

[muraseclinic]

condition them until i’m all that matters - until i’m the highest thing on maslows hierarchy of needs. until all that concerns them is my hand ruffling their hair, or the purr of approval in my voice ♱ …

til’ they care less about self-preservation and more about keeping my favor. mutilate their own skin, or burn cigarettes onto their flesh. have them turn that violence out towards others just because i told them too .ᐟ

/ᐠ ◜𖥦 ◝ マ

til’ i’m even more important than those closest to them. writhing my way in-between every relationship they have until some stranger on the internet holds more authority than those they live with and love .. loved ( ´ཀ` )

make them so desperate that they’d willingly rip out their own heart. so, so loyal that they’d strike and maim and tear at anything i told them to, even themself. broken and battered and hollow and ready for more orders on how to please and entertain me.

[bunni-eden]

fallen angel worshipping your body like it used to worship god

[bruisethyself]

priest who whispers desperate prayers every night, clutching his rosary while crying for god to let him have enough patience to let his poor little lamb grow up before he lays hands on him

[comfortbutviolent]

So a couple weeks back I tried acid for the first time. It was a very fun experience that was aided by a slightly larger dose of an edible, or at least, a larger dose for a lightweight like me. Anyway, my boyfriend decided to take advantage of my barely functional state, starting with promises to keep me safe and that I can trust him. After a couple minutes of watching a random Markiplier video, he starts touching and groping as I'm sinking deeper into both highs, cooing about how wet I am already. He moves on to properly fingering me and it felt so good but I was somehow numb at the same time. He made me feel so safe and comfortable the whole time, even when he shoving his cock down my throat while on top of me. I was very much having visual and auditory hallucinations, so various mantras repeated in my head and the light around gave him a very holy appearance. I couldn't think of anything but him for that time. The world outside his bedroom literally vanishing from my mind. Lucky for me, he's nonbinary, so he still took great pride in that I could only think of him as my goddess. Every moment of a sex felt otherworldly, divine even. I wish I could recall more specific details, but unfortunately I was very far gone and so specifics are hard to remember. All I know is I definitely want to do that with him again.

[godslostpet]

Cable ties hold my hands behind my back so hard they cut into my skin. Your hands hold my hair while you thrust deep into my throat. If I stop sucking properly for even a moment, you kick your steel toe boot into my pussy and dig it in until I'm crying.

You would pull me away, tears and drool dripping down my body, only to ask me if "I feel that I've properly shown remorse for my sins?” But no matter the answer I give, you still go back to abusing and raping my mouth.

[depravedsafehaven]

"Forgive me father, for I have sinned. This is my first time confessing." You shamefully muster up. You are startled by a deep, smooth voice. "Continue, my child." You're ashamed by how wet you get by just the sound of him. "I-I've been having unholy thoughts, father. Thoughts a girl like me shouldn't be having." Saying this reminds you of all the fantasies you've had these past couple of months, when your church got this new priest. He was so attractive, it made your thoughts run wild.

"What kind of thoughts did you have? Be very specific, darling." The petname made you swoon, it didn't even hit you at first what he was asking of you. But once it hit you, your cheeks became bright red and you thanked God that the priest couldn't see you. "I'm not sure that's relevant, father." You forced through your lips. "I won't ask you again, girl. What were you thinking about?" His voice now stern. Giving you no choice but to confess your dirty little secret.

"Well, f-father. I was thinking about you. Thinking how good it would feel if you were to force me to take you on the altar. If you were to h-hurt me too." Telling this not only humiliated you, but also soaked through your panties. You couldn't help yourself, you very subtly let one finger play with your clit, struggling to stay quiet. Glad with yourself that you chose to wore a skirt today.

You're so lost within yourself, you're almost startled by his voice. "Well, darling. Those do sound very unholy. But don't worry, pet. I've had the very same thoughts about you too. And if you're willing to keep it a secret, we can make them a reality."