#tw sacrilege

[squishysoftmonsters]

Triggers: Random Hornyposting/Religion Mention/Sacrilege/Dom x Sub/Blasphemy/Sexual Content [Mature +18 Minors/Ageless DNI]

💚Imagine being a leashed,submissive bottom to a horny and thirsty ftm angel who yanks your leash whenever he pours his holy water into your guts,while being forced into the praying position in a monastery. Imagine if he put his halo on your head just to hold onto it for extra leverage,to watch you squirm and beg for forgiveness for your many sins.💚

[arminsumi]

˗ˏˋ꒰ 🍒 ꒱ CONFESSION

badboy!goth!Eren x innocent!fem!reader ♪

You and Eren attend the same church. After mass, you find yourself tempted into a confessional booth with him.

⚠️Cws; mdni, SMUT, sacrilege, religious themes (Catholic), 🌶️🚨this some nastyyy smut, very unholy smut, sacrilege + sinning kink, light humiliation kink, corruption kink, 'slut' and 'angel' nicknames, lowkey bruising (thighs, tight gripping), size kink, unholy dirty talk, defloration, blowjob (deepthroating), unprotected sex (creampie), semi-public sex (in a church's confessional booth), implied clothed sex

Wc; 4.2k

Eren was that boy who all the church moms frowned upon and forbade their daughters from talking to. To them, he was the example of a soul corrupted by sin. They upturned their noses and looked away, appalled, when he had the audacity to sit a Sunday morning mass.

But all their daughters secretly crushed on him. How could they not? He was devilishly handsome. Brooding eyes. Gothic style. Long hair. Black nails. He was audacious, hypocritical, shameless, provocative – offensive, even, with a silver cross dangling from his neck.

Some mothers gossiped and debated him. Was he attending out of mockery? Was he absorbing even a shred of the Bible as it came from the preacher's lips? His interlocked fingers and wide-spread legs repulsed them. They called his heavy-eyed stare 'soulless'. To them, he was the serpent that they needed to protect their Eves from.

"There he is again!" Your mother frowned, turning away from her friend. "He's just standing there, what is someone like him doing standing around a church for? He has to be a creep!"

You walked into said church. Mass was just about to start. Eren gave you a long, desirous look-over. You wanted to smile at him but had to do it discretely under your mother's speculating gaze.

"G-good morning..." you greeted him shyly. "Morning." he replied in his deep, trilling voice.

You made sure to walk as slowly as possible past him so he could get a good look, which wasn't as surreptitious an action to him as you thought; nothing could be put past Eren's attention. He sniffed out your crush on him long ago. He knew very well the effect he had on innocent girls like you.

"Quickly, quickly, Y/n, why did you walk so slowly past that creep? You know he's been eyeing you out since you got out of the car." your mother furrowed her brows at you. You shrugged. "Never mind, did you bring my scarf – thank you, angel. Let's follow inside."

You shuffled into church with the rest of the people. Your mother was complaining about your skirt being too short, and your shirt being wrinkled; meanwhile your skirt reached knee-length, and your shirt was freshly ironed this morning. She fussed with your clothes, insisting that they somehow tainted your pure image. She didn't want her little angel looking enticing to any lurking devils.

She just about choked from shock and repulsion when she saw Eren was behind you. Everyone was lining up at the holy water font to dot the symbol of the cross on their body with their fingers. You looked back at Eren very briefly and flashed him a smile. He paid you an interested look in response, slightly smirking back. Your heart palpitated excitedly. Mother aggressively grabbed your shoulder and forced you to look straight ahead. "Don't look at him." she hissed, "Listen to me, angel, I don't want you associating with people like him, alright?" you nodded obediently.

Eren was smirking while eavesdropping on you and your mother.

He waited for the two of you to move ahead, walking languidly in succession, and came to a brief stop at the holy water font. Like you, he dipped his fingers in and made the sign of the cross. But unlike you, he did it nonchalantly and lamely, like how one might do the action of plucking a stray hair from their clothes.

A fluttering excitement rose in many girls hearts when the man their mothers disapproved of sauntered into view. When he kneeled to the statue of Christ, he bore his dark eyes up at it. The mothers scrunched their noses at him. They couldn't be completely blamed for regarding Eren so lowly; anyone witnessing someone dressed in funeral-like attire at a cheery Sunday mass would think that their kneel to Christ was a deliberate act of mockery.

You struggled to keep your gaze lowered when Eren walked past the row you were seated in with your mother. His cologne wafted across to you, setting your already smoldering soul aflame with desire. You only glanced up once, just once, but you met his eyes; and that small moment created a tension between you and Eren to last the entirety of the Mass, despite him being sat far behind you.

Though you were unbearably tempted to look behind your left shoulder, you kept your eyes fixed on the sight of your rosary draped over your fingers, hands folded on your closed bible.

When you spread it open, your bookmark wedged in between the pages of Psalms immediately caught your attention. You hadn't opened it since your last attendance to Catechism, when you left it on an empty seat to quickly shuffle through your bag. What was scribbled on your bookmark made your heart pang excitedly; poor handwriting spelled out:

Care to meet up in the confessional booth next Sunday after mass? ♥️ Eren

The stale silence of the church was punctured by the preacher's reverberating voice, but you didn't hear a word of what he was preaching.

You gave in and shot a look behind your left shoulder. Eren was sat a few rows behind you, his eyes unwavering from the preacher. He could feel that you were looking at him, so he smirked. You looked at him until he removed his attention from the preacher and put it on you instead. Such a languid, sweeping movement of his brooding eyes.

Communicating during mass wasn't an idea that your mind dared to trespass on, not for fear of earning concerned glances from others, but for fear of being condemned by your mother besides you.

In that moment, however, she was fully absorbed in what the preacher was saying. Completely absorbed. You wouldn't have been surprised if she ignored the sound of someone being murdered in the courtyard right then. So you gutsily flashed your bookmark at Eren, smiling shyly, to communicate to him that you got the message.

He cockily wettened his lips and flicked his brows up at you in response. Then he slid down his seat in a deliberately comedic way to amuse you. Everyone thought him to be such an intimidating menace, but there he was; putting a humored smile on your face. He thought you looked so pure – too pure. He wanted to taint that purity, it's all the thought about during mass.

The preacher called for a moment of silent prayer, and you turned your attention away from Eren. Following suit with the others, Eren closed his eyes and bowed his head in prayer, thinking hard about the image of your legs spread wide for him.

In his mind, he was stood leaned up against the confessional booth wall. Your innocent gaze was fixed up at him adoringly while you were on your knees for him.

This fantasy intensified as mass went on, while the preacher melodiously spoke. Eren stared at the back of your head, his eyes were roaming hungrily over any bit of you that was in sight; your shoulders, your hair, your neck – the cross clasped around it. He wouldn't have been surprised if hell opened up beneath him right then and swallowed him whole for his filthy thoughts.

Mass felt like it dragged on for you and Eren, since all you and him anticipated was embracing together in the confessional booth. While everyone else rose from their seats and slowly left the church one by one, you two remained behind. You excused yourself to your mother, saying that you wanted to go to confession after praying a little longer. She was so happy to hear that, and pressed a kiss to your forehead. Before leaving, she scowled at Eren a few rows behind you, who pretended to be readying himself to leave. "Don't you talk to him behind my back... I expect you to be home in time for dinner." she warned.

You nodded obediently. As soon as the church was vacated and quiet, you and Eren came to each other. He smirked and teased you, "Hey sinner. Mind if I come to confession with you?" he asked, just to be sure sure that you wanted this. You nodded eagerly. Eren almost felt bad because of how cute and neat you looked today – he was going to destroy that.

Soon you found yourselves giggling into a confessional booth. No priest was on the other side.

"My mother doesn't want me talking to you..." you told Eren in a hushed voice.

"How surprising." he replied sarcastically. "And why, pray tell, is that?"

"Because... because she said that she doesn't want me going to confession more than I already do..."

"Oh... really?" Eren looked at you both desirously and amusedly. "Tell me, what kind of sins is someone like you repenting for?"

"Many sins..." you stuttered. "Like, um, using the Lord's name in vain. Disrespecting my mother, h-having impure thoughts..." you trailed off, not able to think of any more.

He scoffed a little. "I'd love to add a sin to your list that's actually worthwhile to confess."

"Wh-what d'you mean, what kind of sin?" you asked eagerly.

"Get on your knees, I'll show you."

Eren loved witnessing a pure, religious girl like you lowering onto her knees before him. You looked up at him, face levelled with the zipper of his black pants.

"Don't get shy on me, angel." he said when you looked hesitant at his bulge. "Hm... I'll bet that you've never done this before, huh?" You nodded. "Yeah, I-I'm a virgin..." you confessed nervously, hoping that your revelation wouldn't turn him off. His pants were visibly tightening right before your eyes, and you were achingly curious about what a cock looked like. You kept your mind so sacred that you hadn't even touched porn in your life. "A virgin, huh? I can change that if you want." Eren offered deviously. You looked up at him with big eyes, "Y-yes please! I-I want to... I want to d-d-do that with you..." you replied, nearly choking on your saliva. Were you really that excited that you were drooling in front of his crotch? Eren smirked and let his hand come to your cheek.

He began stroking it back and forth with his thumb.

"Okay, angel, I'll take care of you. Promise you'll listen to whatever I say, m'kay? You can tell me to stop any time."

You nodded happily. "Good girl." he cooed quietly, "I want you to take off my pants for me – nice and slowly. Can you do that?" you immediately squeaked in response, "Mhm!"

You raised your hands to the hem of his pants, resting them there lightly. Your finger went for the button of his pants. The unbuttoning sound seemed so loud in that tiny, quiet booth.

When Eren noticed that your finger hesitated on the zipper, he murmured at you, "Need some encouragement?" he asked. You nodded in answer, so he brought his big hands down to help you out. His touch was firm and blissfully warm.

Eren languidly pulled his zipper down himself as you watched with bated breath. He dipped his veiny hand into his pants and stroked himself behind his pants while you watched anticipatorily. You ached for the barrier of his pants to be gone, but lacked the confidence and courage to rid it yourself. "You look so pretty when you're on your knees for me like this." Eren admired.

Your senses perked up when he pulled his length out. A compelled laugh fell from his smirking mouth when he saw your eyes go big. It poked you on the cheek, smearing precum across it. It was firm, no, it was rock-hard. Warm, no, scalding hot – hotter than your cheeks were when you laid eyes on it.

Eren heard you swallow. "Well someone's excited. Wanna open that impatient mouth f'me? That's it – good girl. Wider." he encouraged, pressing his tip inside further and further. He stifled a moan. "Just a little more..."

His big hand came to the back of your head, fingers nestling in your hair, further encouraging you to take more in your mouth. Eren let out a small hiss when he felt your soft, wet tongue press up against the underside.

Though he tried to sneak himself into the back of your throat, you gagged on his dick immediately. "Quiet – quiet, angel." he moaned, feeling your throat constricting around his tip. " 'don't want someone to hear us, do you?"

After giving you time to recompose, Eren wiggled his hips to get himself back in your throat. His tip pushed past the back of your throat and got you choked up, you had watery eyes and a sniffly nose in no time. Eren slid himself fully inside, your lips hit the base of his cock. Your head felt full, so you made an overwhelmed expression; Eren groaned at the sight. "Too much?" he asked, you struggled to nod in reply, so he reluctantly eased out of your throat, the pressure slowly relieving.

He slipped his cock out of your mouth, a mix of saliva and precum wettened it deliciously. You sputtered and coughed. He swallowed desirously. Seeing you in such a state because of him had him throbbing and pulsing. There was a stream of fresh precum running out of his swollen tip. It caught your eye. You folded your hands on your lap and opened your mouth wide, willingly and expectantly, so he eagerly slipped his cock back inside your mouth.

"Oh, fuck," Eren feathered. "That's it, angel – that's it. God damn your lips feel like heaven around me, y'know that? You feel fucking heavenly. Keep sucking, don't stop – don't get shy on me now, angel. 'Feels so fucking good."

Eren was losing it over the sensation of your lips suctioning around his fat cock. He felt himself throb each time you slid your hot lips down his length and felt his precum splurge out onto the back of your tongue when you slid back off. The sinful sound of you amateurly sucking him had him unfolding. You know how long he's thought about this? Too long. During so many choir practices, Eren would observe you from afar, paying no attention to Armin's tiny gospel talk. He watched your lips as you gracefully sang a holy tune with the others. Now those lips were wrapped around his cock in the confessional booth.

Eren felt his blood thrumming in his veins. His whole body flushed and subtly shook under the influence of your mouth. "Jesus," he took the Lord's name in vain under his breath, "You're making me feel so fucking good, Y/n, don't stop." he breathed. "Faster, angel, suck it faster – that's it, just like that. Look at you, so obedient, following whatever I say like I'm your fucking God, huh?"

Eren brushed the hair clinging to your wettened cheek. Each time you had sloppily pulled off his cock for a breather, it hit your cheek and glided across it, leaving a streak of wetness. When it slipped out again, he grabbed your cheeks, and lowered himself to your level for a hasty kiss.

Unbelievably, that kiss of his felt more sinful than sucking on his cock. He was feverishly tasting your tainted lips.

"Angel," he murmured in a heavily lusty voice, that obscene scent fanning against your face from his lips. "Stand up for me, 'wanna fill you up."

You got to your feet in an instant, eager to finally live out the impure fantasies that you once guiltily confessed to in that very confessional booth. Eren's big hands felt up your sides, squeezing and digging into your flesh, not like a lover, but like a devil.

"Get on my lap." He commanded, sitting on the wooden stool. You didn't hesitate to, and crawled right onto his warm lap while he softly moaned at the sinful atmosphere between you and him.

Eren smirked when you looked up at him with such excited, lustful eyes. "What's the matter with you?" he teased, "Looking at me like that's gonna make me want to ruin you. So stop it."

"I-I don't mind..." you responded inaudibly. Eren heard it loud and clear, but he needed to hear you say that again. "What was that, angel?" he called your nickname in such a saccharine tone, it almost felt laced with a condescending undertone.

"I-I said I don't mind if you w-wanna do that... I want it..." you repeated for him. His lips twisted into an attractively devious smile. "I'm sorry, I must be hard of hearing. Could you clarify what you want?" he asked in such a deep voice it was almost sinister. His hands wove through your hair and pulled it so that you were forced to look up at him while you spoke. "I want y-you to r-ruin me, Eren." you admitted. Oddly, it felt cathartic to admit that so honestly and vulgarly.

"Alright angel," Eren whispered against you. He looked you in the eye, you almost caught a glimpse of your coming sins in his pupils. "I'm gonna fuckin' ruin you."

He definitely upheld his promise. You sighed as you willingly let him sink himself inside your tight, wet pussy. Eren felt like his senses heightened when your hole clenched around his bare cock. "Loosen up, 'mmm fuck loosen up – I can't move if you're this tight." he complained, enjoying every bit of your pussy suffocating his hungry cock. You felt yourself clinging to him tighter than you ever clung to your fingers when you indulged in your solo acts in your bedroom. You'd be lying if you said you didn't squeeze and rub your thighs back and forth for friction during mass, when your head was full of Eren.

He wasn't just uncomfortably big; he was testing your limits with each inch, stretching you out so much that he smirked, knowing that you'd feel so empty when this was all done and over.

His thumb came to stroke your cheek and wipe the fat tears sloppily spilling out of your eyes. His cock had a naughty curve about it, and you could really feel it by how his tip applied pressure into your gummy walls. "Take a deep breath f'me. Let it out. There we go... fuck, do it again. Breathe i-in – fuuuck – 'n let it out again." Eren melted through his sentence while your pussy unclenched, little by little, to permit his cock deeper and deeper with each releasing breath. Eren held your body so tightly, it felt like he was never going to let go for the rest of his life now that he had you right where he wanted.

The mothers at church were so right about him. He was, really, just a sinner sniffing out a pure girl to ruin. You could sense that from the moment you came across him one rainy Sunday at Catechism. The lustful and brooding nature of him enticed you, tempted you, each day more and more until you finally ended up here; bouncing in his lap, muffling your erotic moans into his hot mouth, letting his dick beat against a spot your fingers could never reach, making you feel better than you ever have in your life. Eren loved seeing you unravel the more you felt him. He witnessed your holiness slip completely when you accidentally came, pussy gushing around him, tight hole convulsively tightening and untightening in pure bliss.

"Eren," you mewled, barely able to climb down from your high, pawing at his firm chest as you continued to bounce your pussy on his cock. " 'y-you said you were gonna r-ruin me... wh-why am I doing all the work."

He laughed devilishly, "Sorry, I just wanted to see how badly you wanted it." he admitted. When Eren took control and thrust up into you, it took everything you had to not scream. "Oh my G-God, Eren." you whimpered terribly, encouraging Eren's hips to rut against you harder. The sloppy squelching sound grew louder. You could be so glad that no one was in earshot for now, because that sound carried through the whole church along with your unforgivable moans.

Eren smirked up at you, big hands gripping your hips while he fucked up into your pussy. He licked and nipped at your lips, indulging in a filthy makeout session while you crumbled under the feeling of good sex.

You still retained some slivering flame of innocence behind those lust-corrupted eyes, and he wanted to smother it. His fingers dug into the plush of your skin like he was trying to bruise them. He'd be lying if he said that he didn't intend to do that; seeing you at the next mass or Catechism meetup knowing you had bruises on your thighs from a good fucking drove him wild.

You felt him licking a long stripe up your neck and let out a strangled moan; his tip was stubbornly rubbing a gummy spot deep inside your pussy that made you gush messily all over his lap. You felt your orgasm nearing. Just the buildup felt so intense that you started shaking.

"Fuck me 'n fill me up with your cum 'Ren, please please please!" you pleaded nastily, Eren felt proud that he smothered that last bit of innocence in you. "F-fuck me like I'm your slut!"

Eren let out a long groan in response, "God damn, angel, 'm gonna cum if you speak to me like that. I don't even have a condom on."

"I don't care, 'wanna feel your cum inside me." your voice strained.

"Fuck, alright, get off 'n get on the floor for me, angel."

You lifted off his fat cock and laid facing up on the cold floor. Eren took one look at you laying compliantly there and chuckled inside. He knew that you would have followed any of his commands in that moment.

He grabbed your body and guided it into position hastily, not letting more than a few seconds go by without plunging back inside your heat. "Look at that, you're creaming all over me. You like getting fucked on the floor like this? Hm? Bet you do." Eren humiliated you with a devilish smirk. Strands of dark brunette hair shook back and forth as he rutted his hips against you at a feverish pace. No matter how deep his cock hit, or how fast he plunged in and out of you, or how tightly you squeezed him, Eren couldn't be sated. He almost over-exerted himself with how much effort he put into fucking you there on the floor in the confessional booth.

"Oh, angel, 'm gonna cum." Eren announced suddenly. His high crept over him slowly, building up languidly in his body, it felt almost threateningly good. And you? You were an utter mess underneath him, hands holding onto his arms and gripping onto his muscle for dear life.

He sped up his pace. You watched as his silver cross swung back and forth in front of your tear-stained face. He let out a strangled groan before stilling inside you, burying his cock almost uncomfortably deep in your pussy. You completely came undone and felt your tight ring of muscle tightening and untightening convulsively around his fat cock. The sensation of him shooting a hot load inside made your head spin. You sweated so badly that you were sure it was visible through your white shirt. You felt like the biggest sinner in the world right then. An exaggeration, maybe, but perhaps your feeling was justified considering you just lost your virginity in a confessional booth with the boy your mom told you not to dare talk to.

Eren's heavy frame loomed over you. He withdrew slightly to alleviate his weight on your body. The golden cross between your tits gleamed in his eye. The both of you were panting so hard, it felt for a moment that neither of you would ever be able to catch your breaths again.

"E-Eren..." you called out his name weakly when you could finally speak coherently again. "I n-needa get home, m-my mom's gonna be mad I've been out so long."

Eren looked down at you, eyes flitting between your breasts and pussy. Then he finally raised his gaze to your face; it astonished him how you glowed with the same purity as before, even while naked and laid on the floor with a creampie inside you.

"Yeah, get going. Your mother's probably thinking the worst happened to you, like you lost your virginity in a confessional booth or something." Eren chuckled, sliding his cock out of you as slowly as possible to make sure you felt each inch.

A silence hung in the confessional booth while you and him dressed up. You buttoned up the collar of your shirt dress and pulled your cardigan over your shoulders, positioning your cross so that it showed clearly. You looked at him nervously, "E-Eren?"

"Hm?" he looked at you while buttoning and zipping up his pants.

"C-can we do this again sometime?"

His red lips curled into a devious smile. You felt his cum drip down your inner thigh.

"What a perfect idea. You could use another confession."

[mercicide]

Clergy!Reader x Priest!Keigo by the way.

Just pals. Blowing off steam before mass by fucking like rabbits in the sanctuary. It's not a sin because they're both super careful to absolve it to each other afterwards in the sacrament of confession— which may or may not lead to Keigo getting hard at your dirty talk and you taking care of that little problem for him.

Again.

Oh, how giddy you and Keigo would get once you find that little loophole... Clearer heads make for a closer connection to godliness, so honestly, this whole arrangement is a net positive if you think about it.

[secretartblogowo]

care giving us a lore dump on your yellow and angel oc?

Oooh, yes I absolutely can!

*tw for sacrilege, reference to bible, religious themes, and religion*

So I'm not a writer by any means, but I do have a lot of ideas in my head about these characters. I think one day maybe I'll do something with them but for now they are just characters to create visual art with :)

The blue angel is named Zadkiel and he is an archangel while the yellow angel is named Verity and she is a seraph. In my little "biblical headcanon", based on some genuine text, seraph's hold vast amounts of knowledge (especially historically) and are incredibly valued in the angelic hierarchy, while the archangels are low on the hierarchy and serve as protectors and warriors. Zadkiel is Verity's designated archangel. (Something to note: Angels are not really gendered and their humanoid forms are manifestations, their pronouns and bodies are a personal choice. Being conventionally attractive is just a norm for angels as it makes it easier to communicate with mortals)

(MS paint drawing of "true forms". For Verity this shape is a lot more natural while for Zadkiel he struggles as his connection to God is not as strong)

A seraph's job is to stay safe and sound in heaven and archive everything told to them by God (who I imagine to be a completely nonphysical being, incoherent to mortals, and unable to communicate to anything but other holy beings. Morally grey by our standards of morals) and record any massive historic events on earth shared to them by lower class angels who regularly travel to earth. As all conscious beings do, God has given angels free will but it's unheard of for anything but lower class angels "Falling" as seraphs, virtues, cherubs, etc. all stay off of earth.

Verity knows of sin but it's completely inconceivable to her. You could read a million books about the Grand Canyon but you will never truly know the Grand Canyon unless you've been there. She has a very naive personality and her duty makes her naturally curious, which lands her into some trouble with her peers. It's hard to be objective when you have the free will to think and reflect and she questions why things are the way they are. Zadkiel, being a lower class angel who visits earth regularly, is deathly afraid of sin. He sees what it does and is mortified by Verity's curiosity. He is overprotective but cares for her deeply, his more human side admiring her personality and quirks. Their dynamic is essentially Verity being naive and wanting more while Zadkiel, who has access to the "more", insisting there is nothing good for her.

That's really all there is to them. All the belly stuff and any intimacy between them is "noncanon". I do have ideas a basic plot about Verity being "put on trial" by God, sending her down to earth without revoking her status, to test her faith. Her having to come to terms with her rebellious ideas and navigating the world facing unknowns for the first time. Zadkiel would be her only familial companion since he's able to visit earth as he pleases.

Few notes: Angels can change their shape and form with their only restrictions being mass to a certain degree, their halo, and sometimes their wings. The halo is a constant unless ripped from their soul by God or another angel through the will of God. Their halos are unique to some degree, mostly by status. The colours I made up. I don't know why they're blue and yellow, I thought it was cool.

There are no mortal angels. A mortal who dies and goes to heaven does not become an angel, it's merely a sanctuary of the soul. When someone dies and does not go to heaven, they don't go to hell either, unless sworn to a demon while alive. Their soul is lost forever and are only bound by affiliation, whether "good" or "evil". There are also no mortal demons but angels can become demons through the act of "Falling", where an angel directly disobeys or disgraces God through "unforgivable sin". Fallen angels can freely move between hell and earth but can't go back to heaven, while hell-born demons have to be summoned out of hell. All angels can travel anywhere but the entering of hell would be a death wish.

(MS paint drawing of immortal travel guide)

A few disclaimers about the religion in our world compared to my little made up world: This is obviously based on Abrahamic religions, from the standpoint of someone who doesn't practice and only has cultural knowledge (that's me!). In my lore, the human expression of religion is a point of contention for angels and demons alike. The way immortal beings (demons and angels) see mortals is almost like a fawn, a child who doesn't "know any better". Religious literature was written by humans and the interpretation of it will be restricted by how the humans interpret any communication made to them by an immortal being. As I haven't actually explored this world and it's characters literately, I haven't had the time to appropriately explore what "messages" this God wants to send to humans. I didn't think I'd get this far and I don't want to take that lightly. I try to view these characters as objectively as possible. Verity's questioning of her faith is important to the story and it tries to approach the concept of an undeniable creator as something that isn't easily accepted. Just like it's real world counterpart, there is somethings that are up to interpretation. I can't explain why a god of any kind would choose to make life and rule it when the need for power or purpose is a very uniquely human need. We would need to set aside the idea that God is completely omnipotent, perhaps only capable of creating life and the vaguest idea of "purpose", but not able to control much else. A little context on me: I grew up in a multi-generational atheist family. Religion of any kind was never a part of my life until I moved to the West and suddenly I had to face the wrath of doctrine. I find the artistic, social, and cultural significance of religion absolutely fascinating but find it outdated and suffocating in such a deeply developed and connected society. I can't really put myself in the shoes of someone who was actually raised with the belief or has the belief in a God, it's more a story of rebellion and self-discovery. Perhaps Verity is a reflection of my own naivety on the oppression and fear religion can instill while Zadkiel is a representation of that fear? Anyway...

Sorry if I went off tangent and didn't have more "lighthearted" things to share. I hope this doesn't exhaust or upset you, anon and readers <3

[seraphdreams]

god i’m thinking about sacrilege with pastor!taiju.

showing up to his church with only dick on the brain. watching as his deep voice bellows within sermons and you just can’t get over how big he is—so big. heading to him after a service to have a personal one on one talk at the altar. your pretty eyes filled with malicious innocence as you pout through your words. “you’re such a good speaker, pastor.” it earns a smile from him followed with a note of how long he’d be preaching for. he doesnt notice how you bite your lip, slowly nodding your head.

“well, practice does make perfect.” and it surely does. it feels good to have his full attention, you just want more and more. “you’re not busy, are you? i’d like to make a personal confession.”

oh, how pretty you look with your eyebrows furrowed as if you actually had some sort of concern, he can’t help but give in. it’s his job to set you on the right path. “a personal confession? let’s go to the back then.”

he doesn’t even realize. he doesn’t even know, the thoughts in your head of how badly you want to be on your knees—not praying to some higher power, you could care less about that—but sucking his cock, ruining that shield of chastity he thinks he has.

you’re the devil in disguise.

[takami-takami]

I wonder how many people are gonna look at me like this –> O_O once they realize I'm a sacrilege fetish enthusiast through and through. Stares sadly at my religious erotica I have in the basement.

It's not even that it's a kink for me, I just genuinely find it fascinating to play with and write. Priests are hot though. But like as far as sacrilege in general it's just genuinely fascinating to me because there is an eroticism in religion and devotion and manipulation. Nodding.

[artblogofanekophile]

Unholy {Diavolo x OC}

My priest kink was acting up and I needed an outlet.

Feel free to reblog, but please don't repost!

Captionless version below.

[zorosdimples]

scribbling notes for the sleazy priest fic i will eventually write

[corvidreavenart]

Oof how did you end up like this Mal?

[arabaka]

You and Priest Reigen starting off Easter by fucking like rabbits right before Sunday mass starts so you're both rapidly trying to reach orgasm before he needs to present himself. People are already shuffling into the pews so now on top of how fast he's jack hammering into you, you now have to be quiet.

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ false priest!reigen arataka x fem!reader. CONTENT WARNINGS: 18+ !!! sacrilege. dubcon.

ʚ｡ﾟ☁︎｡ɞ｡ and you know he can cum fast, he's specifically choosing not to :(((

it would be more understandable if he hadn't cum already- but what has it been two, three times? people think your car is always already at the church because you're an early riser and eager to serve, but they'd only be right about one of those things.

he tries to quell your noises with sloppy kisses at first but he knows he's failed when he ends up having to swallow every squeal, every whimper so he replaces his mouth with a palm and that does the trick; the only sound either of you have to worry about is the heavy slapping of sweaty skin as he fucks you with his cock until he's pumped another load, watery but plentiful, into you.

it's the same load that tries to trickle out, threatens to stain the pew's fabric as if you haven't already desecrated the temple of the lord enough.

[imsosocold]

Okay but Dana said there’s no homophobia or transphobia in the Boiling Isles and  whether this includes Belos or not is unclear. It would make sense for Belos to be bigoted considering the time period Belos was from but but nothing is funnier to me than the concept of Belos being super inclusive towards everyone except for witches. Like the cognitive dissonance he’d be going through, unable to recognize he’s mirroring the thought processes and practices of those he’s against. It’d also reminds me of the phenomenon where  minority groups turning on other minority groups, or how people part of the same minority group will turn on other members they don’t consider legitimate.  I’ve experienced it.  I think religion would definitely be a different situation, much messier and more strict.  I’d think he’d consider  some religions subvarients of  each other ( such as the abrahamic religions) or think polytheistic religion followers are “confused” and unable to understand how much power God has. He  probably wouldn’t think people are doomed for misunderstanding stuff, God’s  machinations are naturally complex, humans can’t comprehend it all, She knows this.  There’s obviously no sympathy for anyone who practices any magic though, not even “ helpful” magic like apothecaries. And Quakers rule. Love ‘em Quakers. Anyway Belos is horrified the human realm is less inclusive and diverse than the demon realm.

Also I like the idea of all the Grimwalkers being cisn’t and while Belos ends up learning how to understand and to accept them ( they’re still family after all, unless they practice witchcraft and he will even use nounpronouns that bring bad memories like cardinalself or hollowself) and it leads to him exploring his own gender identity. Belos totally doesn’t try  to sneak dresses and makeup and padded bras and binders and scours pronoun lists and names lists. Though then Collector was Belos’s full enby awakening, making him aware of his gender before taking it. They were the original pronoun stealer and inventor .

[p1nk-matter]

revisiting my old ao3 and wattpad library (cringed at the latter's saved fics) i found this one gem of fic for jean kirschtein (aot) w/ following cws: smut, blood play, ritual sex, defiling, blasphemy (fatherjean is too fine ngl). id personally add horror/terato (reader's some sort of creature..? idk) anyways it's called Confessions of his desires by @erenspersonalmilf on wattpad, in case you're interested!

Like my fav tumblr writer, this fic too is not continued due to author going ghost but yk..it is what is and that's fully understandable.

[mercicide]

incubus hawks 👍 demon hawks 👍 devil hawks 👍 angel hawks 👍

[searenbound]

Was this a reblog chain for this post? Yes. Am I posting it as a separate post and deleting those reblogs because I think it works well on its own? Also yes.

Thinking about experienced vampire Bakugou teaching fledgling/newly turned Midoriya how to hunt so he stops following him around like a puppy trying to feed off his scraps.

Who discover a young nun out far too late to be on her. Poor thing, probably truly believes her god will protect her on her short journey to and from the church and the nunnery she calls home.

Silly little thing, to think herself safe because she wears a cross round her neck. The very same, delicate and tender, one that two sharp fangs are sinking into with in minutes of cornering her.

It’s unlike what she was warned of. Instead of painful and horrifying, it was blissful white hot pleasure. She felt the warmth of her blood flowing into an even hotter mouth as the man’s tongue lapped at the wound he inflicted.

She briefly wondered, is this the pleasure a wife received from her husband on their wedding night? No, couldn’t possibly be. She’s been warned the first was painful for a virgin maiden. Surely this was different, something better.

She thinks she should feel ashamed when she allows the blond man, what was his name now? Katsuki? Yes that was it, when she allowed him to lift her into his arms and bury himself in her. Should be ashamed when the one who tested her blood, Izuku? Yes, Izuku. Whined about it being no fair the other took her most precious first, but was satisfied with using her hand for the time being.

She should be ashamed, but it filled her with such pride.

Never had she truly felt called to serve the lord. However, in this moment, when she was being made a whore for theses unholy undead creatures, she’s never felt more holy.

Miss nun has one of two endings here. A good and bad ending.

Good ending, they keep her. Bakugou doesn’t get to shake off Midoriya but they have a shared, easy snack they get to use to satisfy their hungers.

Bad ending, they leave her there to be discovered by the other nuns who take pity on her. They treat as if some horrible tragedy happened to her. She’s left to live with the memories of that night and no one to confide in about it.

[reliquaryofflesh]

remake the movie except its just you and me and we and the . .

#incorrect use of a crucifix

How about the correct and the incorrect ways to use a crucifix? You can be Mary Magdalene if you want but we don’t have to make it historically accurate (not like the book or movie were accurate to begin with lol)