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c0rpsep4rty · 2 months
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maybe my complicated relationship with catholicism is why i want a demon to fuck me with his tail and mark me with his claws
or idk maybe i just like monster cock who knows
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grim-liturgy · 2 years
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Can you imagine it darling? Being shared between a corrupted priest and a fallen angel? Wings of smoldering feathers blocking your view of the outside world. Two sets of hands, greedy, reverent, ravenous, tracing every inch of your skin. Whispers in enochian, twisted insults that strike your very soul echoing up from inside the chest of one that fell from grace. The highest of praise, the sweetest compliments, soothing them from the mouth of a man that should worship God, but has chosen to worship you instead.
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x-raykinks · 25 days
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I want to buy one of those Catholic pews with the knee pillows that they have in front of statues of saints and have someone kneel there to pray to me. I also want to find a way to fix it so I can sit in front of them while they kneel so they can literally pray to my dick before giving me head.
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canis-harte · 28 days
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Looking at rosaries to co-opt the religious imagery (a la my musings on sensation as god and exhalation through sensation) for a scene where someone does nice clean lines of needles up my forearms in a prayer position holding the beads and then I get a million photos taken of me like that and more if there's blood
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vampirefairywitch · 5 months
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bet-on-me-13 · 15 days
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The cult of...Danny Fenton?
So! Way back when Danny first moved into his new neighborhood in Gotham, he had some trouble controlling his Powers. The different Types and Levels of Ectoplasm in the air when compared to Amity had thrown off his control.
He was used to being in places where his Ectoplasm meshed well with the Atmosphere, like a Water Balloon in a Pool, but in Gotham that analogy would be closer to a Water Balloon in the sewers. It was too different from what he was used to to fully control his Powers.
So it's understandable that he messed up a few times and his neighbors found out about his Abilities.
They took it well at first, Danny wasn't going to go Rogues or anything, and he never used them maliciously, but eventually they got curious.
They asked what his limits were, how he got them in the first place, and what the hell the Ghost Zone was. The answers "None Really", "I died and was reborn", and "A Collective of every Afterlife at once" did spark some interesting reactions from them.
Most importantly, a few of them joked about him being an Eldritch God that they needed to worship. He was good enough friends with them that at that point they felt comfortable pranking eachother, so they did just that.
Danny woke up one day on his birthday, and saw all of his friends and neighbors surrounding the makeshift Throne they had made and put him on while he was asleep. The entire day they chanted stuff like "The Great One requires Ms. Smiths Apple Pie for his day of birth!" And "The Great One Wishes for us to sing the Ritual Song! Happy Birthday to You! Happy Birth-"
After his birthday, they kept up the joke.
It didn't help that his powers had evolved Again! And now he could bestow abilities onto his friends. The jokes they made about their God granting them Supernatural Powers to rule the world with were insufferable.
Then, one day while he was just resting at home, watching a movie on his TV, he felt a Pull at his Core. The same kind of Pull whenever he was being summoned. But why would they summon hi- Oh Shit! It's Mr Jenkins Party today! He was supposed to meet them at the Warehouse they used for special events an Hour Ago!
He quickly accepted the Summoning, but was met with a suprising sight. His Neighbors all tied up in a pile to his right, a spilled table of party food to his left, and right in front of him, Batman and his Family watching him with wary eyes.
Slowly, he opened his mouth. "...so, did you come for the party or..."
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best-ofpjo · 9 months
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people saying percabeth’s slow burn is too slow is so funny to me because they gave soulmate from the moment they MET. annabeth saying “he’s the one.” percy comparing annabeth to a princess. mind you this happens before they even speak to each other.
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stil-lindigo · 1 year
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the fox god.
a comic about a trickster.
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all my other comics
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vulpixelates · 4 months
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i know it will never happen but i so desperately desire an origins-type playable backstory thing in all games but especially veilguard. i feel like it added so much depth to origins and made you feel instantly connected to your character in a way that gets lost in games like inquisition where you fill in the blanks as you go except for the bare basics. like, i do enjoy the freedom to willy nilly decide where a character was before the events of the story from a creative perspective, but the playable origins were just so good! especially when you go back to where your warden is from and can engage differently with the arcs there
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divorceblogger · 1 year
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this show rules sorry
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grim-liturgy · 2 years
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Blessed are those that confess their sins. Blessed are those who repent, who lay out their iniquities and seek a proper form of penance.
Blessed are the sinners who confess their lust, who fall to their knees, begging for a chance at redemption. Blessed are those that put theirselves at the mercy of the divine.
Blessed are those that kneel before me, eyes full of longing, as their voices stumble over half thought fantasies and dark desires.
Blessed are my faithful little sinners, for without sin, the salvation offered to us is hollow.
If none of us indulged, Christ would have suffered through unspeakable agonies for nothing. We wouldnt want to spit in the face of the almighty, would we angel?
Come to confession dear sinner, kneel before me, look into my eyes, and lay your heart bare. I will offer the forgiveness you so dearly crave,
for a price.
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x-raykinks · 1 year
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I want a worked up boy on my boot, his moans like prayers of devotion as I watch him hungrily preform for me.
I'll run my hands up and down his back and through his hair, and then pull so I can see his pretty eyes, lust filled and cock drunk.
"Do you want to make me feel good?" I'll ask, knowing the answer as I instruct him to take off my boots, slick with excitement.
He'll lay down and I'll get on top of him, putting the wand in between us, but not turning it on.
"Tell me you want me."
"Please, my God. I need you."
"Say it again."
"I need you. I need to fuck you."
I'll turn it on and start grinding, bringing him closer and closer to the edge.
"Say you want to cum in me. Beg for me."
"Please God! Please let me cum in you."
"Louder!"
"Please let me cum in you God!"
My laughter mixes with both of our moans.
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canis-harte · 3 months
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daisylolesbi · 1 month
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being forced to live in a convent for my sin of lesbianism. at first, i think I'll be fine because it turns out all the other girls there are lesbians too, but once i start having redemption sessions with the priest running the convent, and the means by which he is saving our souls is with his thick cock, as he trains us to enjoy his lingering fondling touch on our breasts and butts and hips and pussies, as he encourages us to kneel and use our mouths on his throbbing length to earn forgiveness, as he trains us to understand what our bodies were made for as he gets each of us lezzies pregnant one after another by cumming deep inside our improperly used pussies and untouched wombs, as he takes our virginities for real.... i realise that there is no escaping this place, and even worse, that im not sure i want to escape at all..
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x-heesy · 7 months
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sarenhale · 3 months
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Lamest fucking thing ever that Christianity had to spread outside of Italy in Europe. We could've had Àsatru norse gods worship, Slavic paganism and Finnish nature worship and other super cool shit like that but nooooo. Jesus I guess.
(To specify since I don't want anyone getting offended over this: Worship who you want, this isn't a anti christianity post, I just think that it's really sad and lame that the spreading of christianity historically led to the complete erasure of a lot of countries' native history and culture, and wish it could've gone differently)
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