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fallenxangel-13 · 3 days
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possessive guardian angel consumed by jealousy. his watchful gaze shields you from prying human eyes, carnal urges to ensnare you eclipsing his celestial duty. large feathered wings enveloping you, his warm embrace. safe yet smothered, you dwell in what seems an act of god's love.
possessive guardian angel who happens to be a fallen angel (me).
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blasphemous-mutt · 2 days
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I need a priest to just lift my chin with his finger and either give me a forehead kiss or call me a filthy sinner.
Both options are acceptable.
I also need someone to tell me to sleep because I haven't and the sun is already up...perhaps someone with religious authority who could read me Bible stories to help me fall asleep 👀
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father-lucius · 2 days
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It’s been a while since I took a slutty priest photo. Censored for tumblr
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cncdog · 7 months
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the thought of gagging on someone’s cock as a form of worship. having your face fucked like you’re an offering to a god. letting them hold you down and cum down your throat as reward for your devotion
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lil-puppy-prince · 2 months
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hey so was no one gonna tell me that eating pussy feels like worshipping something holy? bc omg. the moans, the gasps, the grasping of hips and pulling of my hair, the roughness of public hair grinding against my face, the wetness running down my chin, the thighs squeezing my cheeks and slowly being unable to breathe.... I sure never felt religious in church but I definitely do when my face is buried between their thighs.
dni if older than 27. I block liberally
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holywhorror · 7 months
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i hope you don't think of me as just a mutual or a silly person on tumblr, but as someone you would cover in blood and have filthy ritualistic sex with
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“forgive me, father, for i have sinned…”
I relish in breaking priests. 
“I have been lustful.”
contrary to popular belief, a demon has no difficulty stepping foot in church. surrounding myself with all of that holiness, it only heightens my hunger. i keep my face looking human and my clothes modest and i remember what i’m here for. a priest… you, the gorgeous and beautiful priest with a body to make me drool. a body that deserves so much more than to be locked behind the church. 
“tell me more, child.”
you’re young, for a priest. young and pretty and lovely. i want nothing more than to have you as mine, but i have been patient. i have visited you in the past, devout and mournful of my sin. supposedly. 
“I have pictured you, father. in my nights alone, i have pictured you on my bed, devoid of clothes. i have imagined your supple flesh quivering with pleasure from my touch.”
you do not respond but with a sharp intake of breath. my lips reveal sharp teeth as i smile, a scent of shock and arousal slipping through the slatted holes separating us. 
“i have imagined your soft thighs opening for me as you plea for my touch. you beg vulgar things of me, father. you beg for me to touch you and breach you and spear you onto me.”
“i- i see.”
“i have seen it in my dreams, father. you ask me to break you open on my cock and keep going even if you cry. you beg me to take you, body and soul. to make your hole and so your entire body feel as though holy, bewitched by god’s light.”
“interesting…” you sound breathless. you smell desperate. 
“you promise me that you will save me from my sin, and that you can only do so by letting me release it within you, as you, holy father, can handle it. that you will cleanse me with your touch and your hole.”
“they say…” you say, and it comes out as a whimper. “they say that dreams are sent by god.”
“as guidance, father?” 
“indeed. That god offers us answers and communicates with us through our dreams, should we only listen.”
“how must i repent, father?”
you try to hide it, but i hear the soft thump as you rest your temple against the wall between us. so too can i hear your thighs rubbing together for the slightest relief, and your hand making way of your clothes to reach your own heat. 
“if god has so graciously shown us his path, we must take it,” you answer, and i can hear your robes shuffling as you dig your hand down further between your legs. “but you must finish confession, first.”
“only after you beg of me, in my dreams, do i take you viciously,” i answer, listening to the sweet sounds of your wetness as you shove fingers as deep into yourself as you can reach. “i satisfy you with my cock and you cry out at how it feels. i thrust into you with enough force to bounce your voice and force you to cum around me and again until you shed tears of ecstasy, father, and told me that i was cleansed with the holy light of god’s love within your body.” your breathing and the scent of your arousal both spike as you near your own orgasm, every word of mine and every thrust of your fingers bringing it closer until you tremble and shake through it. i see the shadow of you leaning back into your seat as you listen. “and i felt the euphoria, father, of the holy light that i spilled into you. i was cured of my sin, father. surely my lust was balanced by my connection to the spirit.”
“in the dream, it was,” you answer, breathless and smiling, “but you have not repented from your waking lust. i shall save you, as such i did in your dream.”
“i’m so glad,” i say, my teeth sharp and claws sharp as i tear aside the wood between us, revealing to you my muscular frame, my slitted eyes, my wicked horns, my predatory smile. “for I shall make my dream real.”
it takes me only a moment to lift you from your seat and strip you, demonic magic only helping in pulling your robes from your body, before i spear you deep onto my cock, your hole loose and wet with orgasm. 
“cleanse me, father,” i growl, forked tongue circling your ear before my lips latch to your neck, working your blood to the surface. “free me of this sin and i shall worship you as i worship our lord.” 
you grip onto my shoulder with one hand and my horn with another, locking your ankles behind me, dropping your head back and moaning like the best succubi i’ve seen. your hips buck lewdly and your hole grips around me with the tightness and heat of hell itself. your spend drips from you and joins my precum, smearing both your thighs and mine before painting the floor. 
i cushion your head from slamming into the wood, feeling it as your so-called holiness slips from you. i drink it up from your veins as it escapes my demonic power, which i pour into you with every kiss and caress and thrust, which you accept with every cant of your hips, every tight grip onto my body, every moan to be heard throughout the cathedral. 
you flutter and clench and ripple around me with your second orgasm, body going taught and earthquaking in my arms. i can’t help but sink my teeth into your perfectly pleasured frame, my magic following my fangs and pouring ever further into your body. it has you trembling even more, whimpering in prolonged pleasure the likes of which you’ve never experienced, shaking and tensing and ignorant to how your holy light shatters and focuses into tying you to hell, where a tempting sinner belongs. 
i can only withstand so much of your perfect sloppy hole before i cum into you, spilling into you with unholy light and darkness. i watch the glow of it fill you, and watch as your orgasm drags ever on, even to where your eyes roll back in your skull and you go limp in my arms, still trembling through the pleasure in your sleep. 
this means that, lovingly, i can watch as my glowing demonic magic reshapes within you, to a binding mark so beautifully painted between your hipbones. i watch it climb your veins to your hairline, where it spouts nubby horns from your perfect hair. finally, it bleeds down to your face, and when you open your eyes, they resemble a snake’s. 
“you are cleansed,” i whisper, reverently, kissing you softly. “an angel all for me.” 
“angel,” you breathe in response, tremoring still around my cock within you. “an angel you are, sent to rescue me.”
“to raise you to the unholy light you deserve. to rapture you to your higher purpose.” i kiss you as i speak, all over your chest and neck, with worship and adoration on my lips. 
“higher purpose,” you simper, clenching yourself around me again. “take me to this higher purpose. show it to me. fill me with it.”
“as you wish, my angel,” i tell you, invading your mouth with long tongue and loving kiss, and fucking you anew. 
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kaionyx · 1 month
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Me: *choking them and slowly tightening my fingers while watching the light dim in their eyes* Such a pitiful sight.. I wonder. Would you die for me, my love?
Them: *smiling and dazed from being in and out of consciousness while nodding to my words with their last breath*
Me: Then I guess you better start praying to the god of yours before it’s too late darling.
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sillylilsupplicant · 4 months
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worship kink not in a "suck my dick whenever I want" kinda way but in the "Become obsessed with me to the point where every breath you take is a testament to your dedication to me. Make yourself a vessel for my pleasure and happiness. Also suck my dick whenever I want" kinda way lmao 🥵
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sinfulsuns · 8 months
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worship me and I’ll worship you and maybe we’ll find divinity
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fallenxangel-13 · 2 days
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god, imagine priests performing an exorcism on a possessed nun under the guidance of the devil's touch. watching the defiled virgin strip before them, collapsing to her knees, battered, legs splayed like angelic wings — quivering with pleasure from ghostly hands roaming inside her. let this serve as a reminder this little lamb is mine to slaughter.
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demonic-redhead · 2 months
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To feel a priest cum inside you for the first time is such a delicious privilege
He’s never been touched like this, never felt the inside of someone, never groped breasts before and he can’t get enough now that he’s had a taste
To be the reason a man of God breaks his holy vows is such a powerful feeling… I live for it
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temptresstitania · 1 month
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you look best on your hands and knees, head bowed in reverence, begging for mercy at my feet. your words are sweetest when they're choked with tears, when they tumble off your tongue, tinged with fear. you belong on the floor of my temple, in front of my altar, your spirit reaching out for me. i like you trembling. trembling in your temple vestments that leave little to the imagination. i like you with wide eyes that dare not connect with mine.
will you not be my most favored devotee?
will you not pay me tribute? ❂
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hellsinnerbrazil666 · 24 days
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bruisedloverr · 10 months
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Sexually repressed angel with a very high libido who has done chastity vows 🤝 Demon with an equally high libido who knows what the angel truly wants and it's up to help him unleash all his perverted desires
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