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undercover-sub · 8 months
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Hiii! I gotta ask, if it's not too personal! How'd the religion / priest kink come about? Have you played into it at all?
Im fascinated, I wanna know everything! 😄
Heyaaa! Good question, I wish I had a proper answer for it 😅
I did grew up catholic (some people say that explains everything^^) but I'm not religious and I've excommunicated quite some time ago.
I think it's not really the religious aspect of it that I personally find enticing, it's the imbalance of power. And the idea of worship that comes along with it. There's just something about the piety of a priest (and their vows) being broken for you or their own "impure" urges that does something for me. The idea that they can corrupt you due to their position of power - or the other way around (like the idea of them being so attracted and/or enamored by you that they turn away from god?!?). And I'm a huge fan of body worship, both giving and receiving. Also, just so the list is complete: men (or women, or enbys) wearing cassocks, for some reason I can't actually name, are freaking attractive 🙈
I haven't really played into it though. Loads of people are not really into it or find it weird, which I can understand. And if anything, both parties should enjoy it. Maybe I'll be lucky to find somebody who's into it one day.
Thanks so much for the ask! 😊
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vampyrsutton · 1 year
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DabiHawks~Hierophilia
Summary:
Hierophilia: Hierophilia refers to sexual urges, preferences or fantasies involving sacred or religious objects.
Ao3 Tags:
hierophilia, Demon!Dabi, Priest!Hawks, Sort Of, Rimming, Animalistic Behavior, Possessive Behavior, Biting, Marking, Multiple Orgasms, Over stimulation, Feral Behavior, Bakugou Katsuki Writes Fanfiction, rip mina, Kinktober 2020
Notes:
So I was listening to Church by Chase Atlantic to sleep like a month or two before I wrote this, and my brain starts writing Demon!Dabi x Priest!Hawks fanfic and out of nowhere hits me with “Hero!Dabi and Hawks live together and Dabi comes home early to find Hawks reading fanfiction about the scenario so Dabi reads it and hops on Etsy”.
Oh, also I headcanon that Dabi knows sign language because Endeavor would definitely be an ablest piece of shit so Touya learned sign to not only piss him off but also because it’s a useful skill.
Italics are the fanfiction Hawks is reading.
“ Stay on the ground until your knees hurt , pretty bird.” The scarred demon smirked down at the winged priest who was quickly turning the same shade as his wings. A low chuckle rumbled from his throat when his pretty little priest began praying to a god that had abandoned him long ago. “ No more praying baby Imma be your preacher .”
Dabi crowded the priest space as he slid his tight leather pants down. “I can put that mouth to much better use than silly prayers. Come on, baby bird.”
Hawks looked up at the demon before him, defiance in his eyes before they widened and did a double take. “I- That thing better come with some demonic lube. Jesus Christ.”
“Oh, Jesus has nothing to do with this, baby bird. I think you already knew that though, didn’t you? You can’t take your eyes off of it. I can practically taste the lust radiating off of you.  Go on, Father . Have a taste.” 
The sinful priest has the audacity to cross himself before taking as much as possible into his mouth. Like that would actually save him. “There’s a good boy. Come on, Hawks. I know you can take mo-”
"What the actual fuck are you reading?" Dabi asked suddenly from behind Hawks, earning what Hawks couldn't deny was a surprised squawk.
"When the hell did you get here?!"
"About the time Demon Me promised to take you back to church." Dabi shrugged nonchalantly, barely hiding his smirk. 
Hawks flushed as he realized how long ago that was. "And you didn't say anything because????" 
His smirk was now fully visible, teasing in his eyes. "I did but you were distracted.” 
Hawks goes about as red as his wings now, not realizing just how engrossed he was in the fanfiction. "Oh."
"Yeah. Sooo what the fuck were you reading?" 
"Ummm…. well uh-sigh - I met some of my intern's schoolmates today, and one of them insisted on showing me some of their friend's stuff and well... curiosity killed the cat." Hawks was fully red, hiding behind his wings.
"But you're a bird." Dabi grinned.
"Shut up!"
"So you're telling me I was ignored by my own boyfriend in favor of reading some 15 year-old's fanfiction of a demonic version of me stripping priest you of his holiness?" Hawks knew without looking he was getting the raised eyebrow of judgement.
"It was well written okay!" Hawks huffed, pouting dramatically even if Dabi couldn't see his face.
"Mhmm...send it."
Hawks almost choked on his own spit as he threw open his wings to stare dumbfounded at his scarred boyfriend. "What?!" 
"Send it to me. You work tomorrow, I don't, and I've already exhausted Disney+ so send it." 
"W-why?" Hawks asked in suspicion.
Dabi just shrugged with one of his lazy smirks.  "Curiosity killed the cat." 
Hawks groaned, but went ahead and shared it with him. "You're insufferable." 
The smirk only grew as he flopped on the couch next to Hawks. "You love it"
Hawks glanced over out of the corner of his eye, and raked his eyes over his scarred body up to his piercing turquoise eyes before groaning once more. "God I really do." 
"Is that what you said in the fanfic too-mph!" Dabi's smartass was cut off by a throw pillow smothering him. 
"Insufferable!" 
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" I know it's weighing on your conscience , pretty bird, but don't take my verses out of context ." The demon growled into the priest's ear as he slammed into him.
"Da-Daaabi~! Ahhh~ God! Ahhh~!" Hawks was a rambling mess, eyes shut tight to avoid looking into the stunning blue that promised to drag him further into damnation. 
Dabi smirked, laughing when his baby bird started rambling in Latin, probably trying to save whatever soul hadn't already been fucked out of him. " Speaking in tongues yeahwe ain't done yet. I'll keep you up until the sunset." 
Hawks shivered at the words, giving in as he held onto the demon for dear life, moaning low in his ear. "God. Keep going. Please. Ahhh~!" 
"God already left, baby bird, but I'm about to take you back to church and so. Much. Farther. Than. That." Dabi growls, nipping at a sun-kissed shoulder as he emphasizes each word with a thrust. 
"Ahhhh~!"
"Well shit." Dabi laughed in shock as he finished what was apparently called a HotWings fic. "Good to know this shit has improved since my days in the closet." 
He hummed to himself as he clicked on the link to the song the author got inspiration from. "...I can see how this would help with ideas...hmmm" 
The smirk that split Dabi's face as he opened a new tab was worthy of the horns he orders. "Birdie is gonna hate this for all of 5 seconds."
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Keeping the packages a secret from Hawks with their fucked schedules was hell, but damn him if it wasn't gonna be worth it.
'Thank you SparkyBoom420.' Dabi thought silently as he made sure everything was in order before Hawks arrived. 
"You're off the rest of the night,  right birdie?" 
"And tomorrow as you requested. What's up, Dabs?" Hawks questioned through the phone.
"Hmm. You'll see. There will be a box on the balcony when you land. Don't look at it, just change."
"Ooo~ playing dress up tonight~?" Hawks hummed, obviously intrigued.
"Somethin' like that. Just do as you're told, birdie. Colors?" 
"Shit, Dabs, we're getting kinky kinky. Green."
"See you soon, baby bird." Dabi smirked through the phone as he heard a thud on the balcony before he hung up. 
'...He did not.' Hawks almost laughed when he caught a glimpse of himself in the window reflection and realized just what Dabi was making him wear. 
"Dabs? Did you seriously get a priest outfit after reading the fiii-...fuck me."
"That's the plan, pretty bird." Dabi smirked from the hallway entrance. 
Any smart ass comment Hawks could have had was immediately stolen as he drank in the sight before him. 
Dabi’s already wild hair that Hawks couldn’t get him to brush if his life depended on it was now expertly teased in a way that makes it look like he just had sex, and were those horns black or really dark purple? Black eyeliner along his not scarred lid made his already brilliant eyes pop more, and Hawks didn’t know if they were contacts or what but his pupils were outlined in red. His ears were pointed by prosthetics, and when Dabi quirked his lip further in a smirk - holy shit he had fangs that most definitely were not prosthetics. How was Hawks supposed to act holy? Trailing his eyes down further for his own sanity did the exact opposite as he spotted the black choker around Dabi’s neck with chains connecting to his nipple piercings which made Hawks realize the other had no shirt on, just a black leather harness. What really did him in was the sinfully tight leather pants that left no room for underwear and absolutely nothing to the imagination. The look was finished off by complicated looking platform boots that allowed Dabi to loom over his birdie, and uncrossing his arms to pick at his nails revealed claws.
“Well? What do you think, baby bird?” Dabi hummed, the fire in his eyes saying he already knew the answer. 
Hawks opened his mouth to answer but all that left him was a squeak before he closed the balcony door between them, screeched, and opened it again. “How dare you get even sexier!”
A low laugh rumbled from somewhere in Dabi’s chest, and Hawks sent out a feather to cover his mouth. “Nope! None of that. How the hell do you expect me to act holy in this situation?”
Hawks could feel the smirk against his feather as Dabi signed. ‘Gonna be stripping you of that holiness anyway, pretty bird.’
Hawks groaned before shivering when a hot tongue ran along the vein of his feather. “Da-Dabi~ Cheater.”
Dabi was now twirling the feather between his claws with a smirk befitting the get up. “Nah. I just know my prey. Now what do you say, baby bird. Ready to fall with me?” He hummed, blowing hot air on the feather and earning a small chirp and a puff of wings. 
Hawks called the feather back so it could no longer be used against him as he tried to collect himself. “...Well we’re going to hell anyway. Might as well go down legends.”
“There’s the spirit, baby bird.” The demon chuckled low in his throat before sauntering over, and giving Hawks a view of the tail flicking behind him as well as...how did he not notice the bat like wings until now? They must be attached to the harness, but the tail seemed to have a mind of its own so it couldn’t even be a plug.
Hawks wanted to play with both, and pouted a little that he couldn’t get revenge for all the times Dabi took him apart just by playing with his feathered wings. “God, you really did go all out?”
“Only the best for my pretty bird.” Dabi hummed, lifting Hawks chin with a clawed hand and licking his lips. “Remind me to send your intern’s class a nice donation after this.”
Hawks almost laughed. “That will be a hell of a note. ‘To Class 1A. For giving me knew ideas to fuck my boyfriend’s brains ou-’ wait do that again.”
Dabi knew what he meant, but smirked as he played dumb. “Do what, baby bird?”
“Stick your tongue out agai-holy shit.”
Dabi let his pierced tongue loll out of his mouth and Hawks groaned low when it fell past his chin. “You did something with your tongue, too.”
“All the better to eat you with, my dear.” Dabi growled in a way that went right to Hawks’ dick. 
“You’re gonna kill me, Dabs.” Hawks groaned, leaning into Dabi’s shoulder and shivering when he could feel the rumbling laugh against his body. 
“Don’t worry, baby bird. I just want your soul, not your life. Color?” 
Hawks chirped when claws gently scratched against his scalp. “Green, Dabs. Really fucking green.” 
Dabi smirked before giving Hawks a nudge towards the bedroom. “Then keep leading me into your room,birdie.”
Hawks sighed, pausing for a moment before seeming to collect himself. “Come demon. I'm about to take you back to church so tell me your confessions.What's the worst?”
Dabi rose a brow as his birdie fell into character, and he did the same. “What’s the worst? You sure you want to know that, pretty bird? Might be too much for your holiness. ”
“Please. I am a child of god as much as I’m sure you once were. So tell me, demon. I know it's weighing on your conscience.” Hawks hummed as he opened the bedroom door.
The demon almost snorted. ‘How many times did he read that fic?’
“It’s definitely been weighing on my mind, but I’m not sure about my conscience since it hasn’t happened yet.”
“What do you mean by that, fallen one?” The priest hummed, a grunt leaving him when he was suddenly caged against the freshly closed door. 
“Oh, not much. Just thought s of this pretty blonde preacher with bright red wings worthy of a demon himself. I’ve been imagining taking him back to his precious church and letting him sing his sweet hymns for his god and all the angels to hear as I baptize between his thighs until it hurts and I have to carry him to hell with me.” Dabi growls into his pretty bird’s red flushed ear, smirking at his trembling wings.
Hawks bites back a groan as he digs his own talons into the door. “O-oh really? That would be quite the sin. What makes you think he would fAll s-so easily?” Hawks squeaks when Dabi drags that long tongue up his neck to nibble his ear.
“Hmmm. I don’t think it would be too hard of a sell.” The demon chuckles as he grinds his thigh between Hawks’ where there is already a tent forming in the black slacks.
Hawks bites his lip to hold in his moan and avoid giving in. “I-if he’s truly a man of g-go- of fuck. Dabiii~” 
“As you were saying?” Dabi smirked, nipping at Hawks’ neck as he picks him up to grind their cocks together. 
“Fuck. Dabs. Just fuck, please~” Hawks groans, careful to avoid staples as he claws at scarred back, settling on clinging to the harness holding the wings. 
“Some man of god you are, huh?” Dabi laughs, making sure Hawks’ wings won’t knock them off balance as he pulls them away from the door and to the bed.
“Sh-shut up. You knew that would last all of five seconds the second you put on those stupid pants. Are those from your original hero costume ‘cause fUck! God Dabs, I can feel your fucking piercings through those.” Hawks moans, grinding down before whining when he’s tossed on the bed. 
The demon climbs on top of Hawks, normally bright eyes practically glowing in the light and setting Hawks’ bird instincts haywire. “Yeah, they are. That’s why I dug them out, pretty bird. I know how you love feeling the drag of them against your cock. You could get off on my piercings alone couldn’t you?”
Hawks moans, grabbing the choker around Dabi’s neck and using it to pull him down into a kiss, swallowing the moan this causes when he forgets the chains of the choker are attached to the ravens nipple piercing so tugs them too. 
“Fuck, baby bird.” Dabi growls, rutting against the priest’s still clothed cock as he nips the blonde’s bottom lip. 
He growls again when his reaction makes the birdie think he can smirk up at him before he leans down to lick into the smaller’s mouth, long tongue exploring his mouth fully. 
Hawks whines as his mouth is completely dominated, holding onto the wings once more to try to anchor himself. 
Dabi smirks when he finally comes up for air and his birdie already looks blissed out, slurring his words. 
“D-Dabs...please~ fuck me already. Pls.” Hawks rambles, losing his vowels on the last please.
“Hmmm, I don’t know, preacher. Have you earned this demon’s cock?” Dabi hums, baring his fangs down at the other.
Hawks’ instincts go nine kinds of haywire between very turned on and prey staring into the eyes of a predator as he moans loud. “Please, Dabi, please~ Please fuck me, fuck. Your tongue, please babe, please. I’ll be a good boy just please fuck me.”
Dabi snarls animalistically as his birdie begs for his tongue and his cock. He grabs the lube he left on one of the pillows before pausing. “I’m now realizing the claws were a mistake…” A smirk splits his face as he once again changes their positions so he’s laying back with the blonde on his chest, facing away from him. “Show me, how bad you want it birdie.”
Hawks looks back at him in confusion before it clicks and Hawks moans low before laying across Dabi’s torso and licking the demon’s tip, sucking around the sensitive head. This leaves his ass on full display for Dabi to do with as he pleases.
The demon smirks at the pretty pink hole before him, smacking one of the perky little cheeks and chuckling at the yelp and moan this earns him. He spends a few seconds just kneading his boyfriend’s ass before he finally tilts his head forward and licks a stripe from balls to hole, poking the tip of his tongue in teasingly. 
Hawks lets out a surprised squawk then another moan, squirming a bit at the feeling as Dabi starts working his tongue in and out of him. Another smack to his ass jolts him out of his haze before he gets back to his own task, running his tongue up Dabi’s shaft before taking as much as possible into his throat. He moans around the demon as the other slowly works more of his tongue into him, getting him a possessive growl that sends vibrations into his hole.
Dabi slowly works more of his tongue in, making a mess of his birdie’s hole as he carefully uses the pad of his thumb to help spread him open. He uses his other hand to add some lube to the mess, making sure he won’t hurt his baby bird. 
Soon enough Hawks is thrusting his hips back to meet the thrust of Dabi’s tongue and functioning as little more than a cock sleeve as he just moans around Dabi’s pierced cock, his own trapped between them and leaking across Dabi’s chest helplessly each time Dabi sucks at his hole.
Dabi pulls his face back, holding Hawks’ hips still as they try to follow him. “You know how to use your talons. Check that you're spread enough.”
Hawks whines around Dabi’s cock, but does as he’s told, reaching back and carefully slipping three fingers in. “Please, Dabs. I’m ready. Please just fuck me~” Hawks whines when he releases Dabi’s dick from his mouth. 
Dabi growls one more, rearranging them again so Hawks is laid out on his, wings spread out behind him and squirming needily with drool all over his chin. “Oh, don’t worry, baby bird. I plan to.” 
The demon lines himself up with Hawks’ messy hole, teasing his head against the blonde’s rim a few times just to hear him whine before he sinks inside, reveling in his birdie’s sweet moans. 
“Dabiiii~ God! Please just move! I don’t care if it hurts, please~!” Hawks rambles, trying to impale himself and whining when Dabi holds his hips in place. 
Dabi snarls again, restraint waning but not wanting to actually hurt his birdie so bullying out slowly before thrusting back in. 
Hawks moans, still rambling for more as he tries to pull Dabi closer with his heels. He whines when his ankles are restrained by a tail before he catches it between his toes and gives it a tug. 
A full body shudder wracks Dabi and that new sensation is all it takes for his restraint to snap as he hovers over the bird with his fangs bared. ‘Damn bird feet and their stupid grip.’
“You wanna play rough, huh? Okay, pretty bird. You know your colors. No bitching though when you can’t walk tomorrOW! You little shit!” Dabi snarls when Hawks tugs the tail again before he’s pulling almost all the way out slowly so Hawks can feel each piercing against his rim before slamming in hard and starting a brutal pace. 
Hawks practically screams as he finally gets his way, clinging to his boyfriend desperately as he tries not to get bucked off. He moans as Dabi takes this as an invitation to bite along his shoulders and neck, his own claws making a mess of Hawks’ back. 
“Da-a-Dabiii~! More! God, don’t stop! THE-AHHhh~ There!” Hawks rambles, chirping when Dabi finds his prostate and practically sobbing when the raven then proceeds to abuse that spot. “Please! Don’t stop! Dabiii~ Ahhhh~ Fuck! Shit! Ahhhh~!”
Dabi snarls possessively, pinning Hawks’ wrist next to his head to slam into him. "There’s my little songbird. Come on, baby bird. Sing for me more! Fuck! Stop pulling my tail you cheeky shit!” The demon snaps as he dives back in to bite the sweet spot under Hawks’ ear, and reveling in the desperate chirps this pulls from his birdie. 
Hawks cums hard  when Dabi bites under his ear, excited chirps leaving him as he paints his own stomach and some of Dabi’s. “Dabs! Ahhhh~! Babe! Fuck I came, Dabs. Shit.” The blonde groans, whining in over sensitivity when he comes down, but the relentless abuse of his prostate still does not stop. 
“Color?” Dabi growls in response.
“Gr-GreEn! Fuck!” Hawks sobs, clenching around Dabi in hopes of getting him off sooner. Chirping when his haze filled mind has an idea. “Hands. Dabs, let my hands go.” He pants, whimpering when his dick twitches.  
Dabi raises and eyebrow but relents, letting Hawks’ wrist go before biting hard at his shoulder when Hawks brings himself forward as though to cling to Dabi, but instead reaches behind the scarred hero and starts stroking his tail at the base like a cock. 
“Fuck, Hawks!” He practically howls, redoubling his efforts as he gets closer. 
Hawks is back to very sensitive full hardness as he bounces on the pierced cock slamming into him, stroking Dabi’s tail like his life depends on it. He figures out the pointed tip can reach just above Dabi’s shoulder and Hawks screams when he licks the pointed tip and Dabi bites into his shoulder hard as he cums.
Dabi feels a few sad spurts against his stomach as Hawks goes limp in his hold while he fucks them through their orgasms, tasting metal in his mouth. 
He eventually lets go, licking over the newest bite they’ll need to clean up and finally realizes just how much he’s marked up his baby bird, multiple marks shining red and all of them in need of a Hawks’ high necked hero costume to even attempt to cover them. He trails his eyes down the toned figure in front of him and finds his wrists bruised and clawed as well as his hips, and a peek over slack red wings shows his back looks like he was attacked by an animal. Dabi is usually a little aggressive, but even he was shocked, especially by the bolt of pride that shot through him when he saw his cum dripping out of his baby bird.
‘Probably part of the side effects I ignored.’ Dabi hummed as he carefully pulled out, shushing his half-unconscious boyfriend when he whined at the movement. 
Dabi padded quietly to the bathroom to get a washcloth to clean the other up and whistled when he took in his own attacked appearance. 
He had claw marks absolutely everywhere, and his carefully styled hair was a mess. He was honestly shocked the horns were even still in place, and he made a mental note to leave YaoMoMore923 a good review. He continued surveying the damage, and while he definitely didn’t look as bad as Hawks, his nipples were swollen and if it weren’t for his scars he’d probably have a bruise around his neck from where Hawks manhandled him with the collar. His eyeliner was smeared to hell so he now looked more emo wannabe than sexy demon and his lips were scabbed a bit from the fangs he wasn’t used to as were his palms from the foreign claws. His tailbone was also sore from Hawks’ treatment of his tail but fuck if he wouldn’t do it again. 
He heard a tired whimper from the bedroom and remembered why he was in the bathroom as he ran the washcloth under water and hurried back to his birdie. 
Dabi smiled softly as half-lidded, blurry eyes met his and grabby hands were motioned at him. 
“How long?” Hawks slurred. 
“A few minutes.” Dabi hummed, getting to work on cleaning him up. “How are you feeling?”
“Like I’m glad I don’t work tomorrow.” Hawks yawned, wincing when the washcloth dabbed at the bitemarks. “Fuck.”
“Sorry, baby bird.” Dabi kissed Hawks’ forehead. “I probably should have listened to the side effects.” 
Hawks let out a happy little coo at the affection, clinging to his human heater when he was clean enough and the scarred man laid next to him. “Fuck that. And you gave me shit for reading the fic. At least I didn't suggest roleplaying it." Hawks half-laughed, half-slurred as he rested his head on Dabi’s chest, careful of the chains.
"You're allowed to shit talk when you can walk again." Dabi smirked into the bird’s nest Hawks called hair.
"Fair point." Hawks hummed, playing with Dabi’s hand, strangely fascinated by the claws despite having his own. "Where did you even get this shit so fast?" 
"Etsy, a Hero's salary, and a few less than legal favors. We have the fangs, tongue, and eyes for another day or two if you have any other fics you want acted out. I think the tail and claws is another week." Dabi shrugged, lifting Hawks hand to his lips to kiss his palm. 
"That answers my next question of why you didn't just quirk the horns, ears, and wings, too." 
"I don't need to give the horny teenage masses more writing fuel.” Dabi laughed, “Plus can you imagine how mortified the kid would be to find out not just one, but both of the subjects of their smut read it?" 
"He did seem to really want her to shut up." The winged hero chuckled. 
"I can guarantee I too would've died if any of my EdgeJeanist smut saw the light of day." 
"I'm sorry your what ?!" Hawks laughed as he tried shooting up to look at Dabi only to immediately fall back against his chest.
"Shut up. Less squawking, more cuddling." Dabi huffed as he held Hawks close. 
"Yes sir, but I want that tea later." Hawks hummed, snuggling close. 
"Fuck you." 
"Eh, give me at least an hou-ooh~" The nip of fangs was supposed to shut him up, but round two works too.
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Im kinda into the idea of pretending to be a super strict tradcath priest and have a pretty sinner pin me down and fuck the bad attitude out of me.
I start out angry and defiant, how dare they try to touch me like that, how wicked and sinful do you have to be to lust after priests? My chastising doesn't seem to phase them, they aren't stopping their advance until I'm backed up against the altar.
They got the drop on me and cuffed me and I'm trapped with no way to stop them from putting their hands up my cassock, and I can't stop them from finding the place between my legs where my body is reacting to their touch against my will. I'm demanding they stop this at once, for the sake of their soul to repent, but now there’s a tremble in my voice and they grin at me like a shark that smells blood in the water.
Maybe they call me the sinful one, I was just so tempting they had to touch me, I'm the pretty priest that inspired lust in them. And look how I'm reacting to it, hard already and failing to keep still and bucking into their touch.
It'll end with me bent over the altar, pressed into it with a hand on my back. My pants are long gone and my cassock hiked up so they can fuck me mercilessly, each sinfully good thrust making tears fall from my eyes as I beg God to forgive me for how good it feels to be sodomized.
Maybe afterwards they should deliver the Lord's punishment themselves, and flog me, still tied to the altar with cum dripping down my thighs, while I admit that I'm a whore and beg for mercy.
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ungodlywords · 1 year
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I'm going to fuck you in every abandoned church building we can find. Making you cum in a once holy place over and over. Your screams will fill the church's walls as you beg me to violate you even more. ✞
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fatherenoch · 1 year
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The way you dress is causing quite a disturbance at mass. Absolutely no modesty in the house of God, how sinful. If you are going to insist on showing yourself off, then let us have you commit to it. Wear the shortest, tightest clothes you have with nothing underneath to the next mass. See how everyone looks at you and knows what you are. I wouldn’t even bother stopping anyone who grabs at you, slides a hand up your thigh, presses against you. Your body will be part of the service, if you need to be so open with it.
Let all of your sin be shown bare.
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dead-air-radio · 4 days
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Sigh thinking about cults. And my religious truama tw.
Just imagining being super depressed and very emotional and having someone come into my life that is so normal and unassuming at first. Slowly they become a part of my everyday life and their little gestures make me trust them more and more and they are so caring that I become so codependent on them so when they start asking for weirder and weirder things I don't think anything of it. They start managing my diet but I assume they're just trying to help me and they know I want to lose weight even if they feed me weird things.
Or they start having me wear a certain thing almost as a claim. Before it turns into me being so dependent on them I'd do anything and so when I get so sad and sleepy but have the urge to cut I don't see it as a problem when they offer to do it for me. Slicing at my legs before kissing them. At this point they're so friendly and guiding they love to brush my hair and give me things and do things I'd usually do by myself like bathe me. Until I'm just some little lamb for them.
I'm so trusting of them when they say they have smth for me I think nothing about why I need to dress in the white gown they got me and all the jewelry they got me in the past as well as eat a piece of bread thay hes me woozey. And how they want me to wear bows in my hair and be bathed in a certain soap they like until we get into their car and they blindfold me for the surprise it's already Evening when we leave and once we get their they carry me to the surprise.
At first I assume we are just having a little romantic fire in the woods. I can hear the crunch under their feet from the leaves and the birds and other wild life. And the crackle of fire and the heat as we walk past it and I'm placed on smth like stone. When my blindfold is taking off I'm on an altar of sorts and there's a fire ahead of me as well as a bunch of people in masks. Of course I'm frightened holding onto the person I came with arm before they shush me. There's candles and statues around me as well as flowers and by the atlar is a bowl for offerings. The person sits beside me unphased as I cling to them, scared of what's happening. And they address the people. Not realizing he's a leader of the cult and all the jewelry and clothes they've been giving me are actually not only from them but his people as well. All their followers have known a out me for a long time giving them offerings to give the cult leaders little pet, his lamb. When he's done speaking to them he turns to me telling me to lay on the altar stone as he gets on top of me as the watchers look on. He cuts open my wrists while I whimper and shake and push against him confused. He cuts his wrists as well mixing his bleed with mine before licking at his wrists and he puts his wrist by my mouth for me to lick up as well.
Some of the followers that are dressed differently go on to give a spot of sermon as if I'm not whimpering behind them as the leader continues to assualt me and push up the white gown. The sermon is about needing to view the leader take what's his and have smth resemble the lamb and religious symbol of their cult and how I'm the image they should look up to cause the leader has chose me as his lamb to mark infront of them to make me his forever. Him cutting me open by carving his name into my stomach as he fucks me on the altar while his people watch
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rouge-the-bat · 5 months
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so often i see people equating hierophilia with religious trauma and im just over here like. actually im just into it bc its hot <3 xoxo
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cannedbeefaroni · 6 months
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ok to add on to that one eli sunday confessional booth thought….he would totally jerk off while ur confessing about how u touch urself
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After several minutes of describing how you touch yourself in excruciating detail, your final confession is that the only person you think of while you do is Eli, and suddenly you hear strained groans and labored breaths from the other side. Maybe you’d go over to the other side and catch him exposed. And maybe then uh.... fuck him in the ass like he deserves 🥰
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grim-liturgy · 2 years
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Your curiosity will be your downfall little dove. If only you hadn't decided to peek into the sacristy after Mass. You wouldn't have seen me, at my most base, pinning my deacon against the wall. You wouldn't have heard him, whining so sweetly, slurred thanks leaving reddened lips as I guided his hips to move against mine.
You wouldn't have seen my mouth fixed firmly to the exposed column of his throat, the top of his cassock undone, the white of the collar tab peeking out from under my shoe.
You wouldn't have seen the blood on my lips and chin as I pulled back to look you in the eye, licking my fangs as I help the poor man before me to completion. His cries nearly as sweet as the taste of his blood that still lingers on my tongue.
It's a shame that your curiosity has led to such a discovery.
Of course, I'll have to ensure that you don't run off to tell tales. It's been quite some time since I've had to hunt down my prey. I do hope you manage to offer a decent chase.
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doing-something-unholy · 10 months
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Being wine drunk does sinful things to me, I want someone to take advantage of the effect it has on me. Please ignore my fake whining about "having vows" and pay more attention to the moans I can't hide and how wet I am. I want to be used so badly, but I need the excuse. I'm not breaking my vows if I'm drunk and it's not my fault. <3
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ungodlywords · 1 year
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A holy figure taking advantage of the faith of his devoted lambs. Twisting god's words and leading the flock into the depths of sacrilegious sin. Making sure to be balls deep inside them to forgive them of their sin. ✞
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fatherenoch · 3 months
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Ambrose was called home for a death in the family, so the abbot of the monastery has taken over in performing mass with me until Ambrose returns. He’s an older man, greying and shortsighted with (pricey, imported…) bow spectacles, and a cautiousness around me. He knows of my behavior and his own powerlessness. Always avoiding being alone with me too long, lest my hands start to wander. Even the littlest touch would be enough to break him.
I stall him after service, keeping the conversation going, encouraging him to drink more wine. It takes a few glasses to loosen him up. We go to sit by the fireplace in my office and I sit too close. Through his cassock I start to touch him, faintly. He tries to pull himself back further into the couch, but there’s only so far back to go. I slide over to straddle him, having to pull up my own clothes a bit to do so, right up to my hips. He starts to object when I unbutton him a bit so I quiet him with his glass. When he swallows the rest, I tell him to be good. I’m giving him a reward. He asks for what and I wish I had another glass to force down his throat.
When I’ve undone enough of his cassock, I take his cock in my hand, soft and on the smaller side. He whines, saying how I shouldn’t do this. I can tell nobody but him has ever touched him there from how he twitches. I can’t help but laugh at him, at breaking his chastity. My other hand goes up to his mouth to keep him quiet while I start to stroke him. He shakes his head around at random, shuts his eyes, and the movement makes his glasses fall to the floor behind him. Even though he’s drunk, he gets hard quickly under my touch. I ask him when was the last time he did this to himself, and he only responds by continuing to shake his head. So I let go of his mouth to snatch his chin, asking again.
He says he hasn’t done it in years. I call him a liar as I speed up. I don’t think he’s lying. It only takes another second at my still-relaxed pace to make him spill onto my fingers. Naughty slut, I call him. A lying, naughty slut. He asks me to call him that again.
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dead-air-radio · 4 days
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Okay but being a lamb to a cult would be so nice rn no thoughts no nothing or just in general being sacrificed rn. I want to look so pretty and pure that they have to make me the sacrifice ykyk or even just the thought of being like a navie little church girl that gets manipulated and corrupted
My religious truama is going hard rn
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72prayers · 1 year
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Tell me, Father, what do you think about when you're alone at night, unable to sleep, laying in bed? Does the devil creep into your mind, whispering lustful urges into that pure little head of yours? Do you have to fight the urge to dip those fingers between your robes and palm those thoughts away? Oh, you don't even have to answer me. I know. I know you dream about wrapping your hands around a pretty sinner's throat while you fuck the devil from them. I know you want so badly to watch the life--the sin fade from their eyes while knowing they will go to heaven because of how you've saved them. They'll return to God under your hand. It's okay, Father, you don't have to say anything. Why don't you just come over here and show me exactly what you want to do to a tainted sinner such as myself?
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capital L Love was looking
up
in faith
in worship
to hierarchy
with blindness in your faults
that your faults cant even exist
I am beyond fault and how dare you
Capital L was
chaste touches
chaste everything really
an addictive honey that can only be fed by weekly teaspoons
you might spoil your appetite
but my taste in capitalized letters is different now
my hands still Tremble
there are bouts of contemplative Silence
but yesterday You forgot to take out the trash
and there were no pillars of salt
only Washed feet
no bloated corpses
just Kissed cheeks
and when I innevitably have to look down I see that Your hair is thinning
so I kiss Your crown while you share with me your second helping of Sweets
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