thinking about priest toji's cock especially. you wonder how you're going to take that the first time he shows it to you hours later after the sermon is over, outside the church. it's so thick, the perfect length, circumcised as his god commands, and of course, unshaven. the head is so pink it seems to hurt, with a translucent trail in the tip. and you find yourself sinning at the thought of how it will taste when you have it in your mouth.

priest!getou with a demon reader, who pretends to be like an innocent little person and goes to confession. and like says they're having "dirty" thoughts and getou cant stop thinking about your confession and it drives him mad

Sending this here for everyone to see

you're confessing every lustful thought you've had about the handsomest speaker you've ever seen at your church... and you "don't know" that it's him... and as you divulge the details, he can feel his cock twitching in the confines of his heavy black clothes. his thighs rub together, and he tries to remind him that he's in God's house now, that this isn't right. there's something wrong with him, he's filthy and disgusting.

you ask if he's still there, and he lets out a breathy, "Please. Please, continue to confess to me."

and all the while as he says this, his trousers are halfway down his thighs as he slowly teases himself, tentatively curling his fingers, those palms which have blessed so many innocent, around his weeping cock and he touches himself.

that's the thing, about sin. about lust. perhaps this is the closest to heaven he'll get.

so, he keeps touching and feeling, and all you can hear is the ragged breathing from behind the grate.

cw: angel!gojo. hopefully not too sacrilegious. first thing that came to mind after @k-atsukibakugou's post earlier today!! minors dni.

Your hands thread through feathers, soft as the finest silk, shrouding you in a warmth that can only be described as divine. In this very moment, you wonder if the heavens above are watching, taking in every disgusting, depraved sight, every nip, suck, swallow, squelch, and cry drawn out of you by its messenger, night after night. It’s clear that salvation is no longer in the cards for you, but as angel Satoru, eyes as brilliant as sapphires as he devours you in every single way possible, continues to hold you, you consider that being ground permanently to the very earth - or rather the eternal flames under it - is worth it. 

Satoru lets you play with his wings longer, pressing kisses to your forehead, to your cheeks, and as you lay together, places his hand right on your warm heat. 

“You’re damned,” he whispers, a fingertip circling your clit. He says it so matter of fact-ly that you’re not sure if he’s pleased, amused even, or regretful. His divinity makes the rules different for him, and you do not know what will become of him, who partakes of the same acts. Yet you don’t care once he slips a finger into your center, and curls it, making your toes curl as well as you cry out his name.

“Satoru!”

“You should be calling for the Almighty,” he whispers, as he leans in, filling your nostrils with his scent, your senses, as he bites at your earlobe.

“Do they compare to you?” you huff out. Satoru’s gaze runs over you, and a smile curls on his lips. 

“God is watching. Best to not repeat that.” His chuckle is angelic, hushed with the sweet sound of his voice like bells and songbirds.

And yet his tongue swirls around your nipples, cupping your breasts in his hand with every action. He dips even lower, sipping the nectar dripping from between your legs. Mortal and so ephemeral, your time on earth fleeting, and yet you are so delicious to him, so easy to sink his teeth into and tear to pieces.

Your hands twist into his hair, and you wonder why an angel would curse you so with their beauty. He wonders the same, loathes the separation of the heaven and earth, spitting on the barrier in between when he consorts with you, pressing himself deep into your body, seating himself in your much more divine cunt, and holding you close, arms and wings, and floating sash. His halo is shaky; he wishes it would simply fade away. He’d much rather sink into you, he’d much rather his religion were you.

whenever i go to church, if im not asleep i always thinkin bout fuckin my fav on the altar (this case, dottie,,)

excuse me if this seems too. you know.. sacrilege ,, (i dont know if you actually like god or forced to like big daddy up in the sky) feel free to ignore my ramblings im a crazed man

yk,, thinkin bout maybe you're a priest. n you end up with a sinner of a lover.. he gotta repent, right? just bending him over the altar, making him wet the bible with his drool and tears.. poundin into him so hard and relentlessly but your words are sooo sweet and just praises, makes him so dizzy cuz you're tuggin on his hair harshly as ya make him read the bible,, tellin him good for tryin to read even tho his babblin and his eyes are blurry from cryin,, makin him bite onto a rosary as u cum inside of him, but never stoppin until you think he's repented for his sins despite him being so fucked out and cumming so many times he can't think anymore,,, only how good your cock feels inside of him 😰😰

of course can't forget about the confession booth. favorite place to think about doing it. making him touch himself on the other side as you tell him what to do, and allll the nasty stuff u want to do to him and he's whining for you because he can't possibly finish without you :( then stuffing his mouth full of your cock, telling him to be quiet as you let others in for confessions... n he's tryiing so hard to stay quiet but ohh he just loves how you grip on his hair so harshly and bury his face down to your crotch till he could barely breathe.. choking till theres tears in his eyes and he's gripping on your thighs until your skin bruises... n when they leave, you fuck his throat and express disappointment that he's not keeping shut, but you forgive him and that you believe that he can do better! and ofc he would,, so he tries and tries again at every person that enters the booth.. not getting a taste of your release bc he keeps failing,, n he wants to sob cuz fuck he wants your cum down his throat so bad.. but its worth it, you're always very generous when u reward him when he finally does it right 💞💞

basically sweet priest that has effectively broke his mind,, makin a man like dottore worship you like a god n would get on his knees for you without any questions... thinkin mindbreaking him with really sweet praises that he now can't live without em,,,

i was raised christian, specifically pentecostal and missionary, so i don’t have much experience at all with catholic practices beyond media i’ve consumed o7 and dw. i don’t believe in the man upstairs. sacrilege is my middle name with how much gay sex shit i be thinking in a church. if he hasn’t struck me down yet, doubt he exists as i’ve been told lolol. not like i’d want my church’s version of a hypocritical god.

n e ways

if he can’t even accept your god-fearing, pure love, you doubt he can accept god into his heart for sure. he’s too greedy, always begging for more of you, of your semen, more of you folding him in half and bending him over so roughly you leave bruises on him for days. watch how he shivers in sinful delight when you tut in disappointment into his ear, calling him a “worthless whore destined to an eternity of damnation” and a “greedy, filthy sinner.” the wood of the altar is only saved by the nun’s habit you have him wear, the modest dress flipped up and held from behind to expose his greedy hole, ring of frothy white around it that exposed just how sinful he’s willing to be if he’ll defile such a place with his filthy, dirty words and sins. but… it’s better if he only sins with you, and since your god is merciful, you just have to forgive him, make him repent and beg forgiveness from the lord as you pump him full yet again, force his head back by grabbing his dyed hair and make him look at the ceiling, to the heavens above as he screams your name. looks like you have to have him repent again.

like any pastor, one must guide their sheep through all, especially when they misbehave— especially ones like dottore, who at the moment, doesn’t even deserve to have you properly continue with his guidance with how sloppy and loud he is, sinful mouth drooling and slobbering with every bob of his head, so, in his punishment, you keep him from his reward. of course, you still have a job to do, still have others to guide, so while he pouts with his lips still attached to your sex, you attend to follower after follower, your merciful god granting them all forgiveness as you do with your pitiful dottore. like all lambs, he’ll eventually learn to listen completely lest they be led astray and be devoured by the wolves— so he takes your gift, his throat bulging with how you fill him like the holy spirit does to a true believer. he takes it all as he should, eyes fluttering to a close as he basks in your forgiveness and mercy.

ah, it seems as though he sees you as his god now.

thinking about religious devotion again

devout zealot aki who is loyal to the church and the church only. the church was there for him when he had nothing, God is the one who saved him and gave him meaning when everything was taken from him. he's decided the best way to continue — the only way to continue — is to live his life free of sin and devote it fully to Christ.

and he's done a pretty good job so far. he reads his scriptures every day, he always shows up to confessions, he carries a shiny silver cross around his neck everywhere he goes. at this rate, he might actually make it into heaven.

that is, until you're showing him what he really needs, and his usually so resolute morals are suddenly starting to waver. that is, until you're convincing him to put his worries about sins aside and just focus on you, kissing him so softly when you've managed to pull him away from the sermon — his first kiss, and he can't manage to think about anything else even if he tried. that is, until he's got you under him behind the pews in the empty church hall, breathing hard with his hands shaky and his cross necklace dangling in your face, muttering stuttered prayers of forgiveness as he bunches up your skirt and slides into you.

this is wrong, it's wrong and he knows it, but he's already gone this far with you, and you feel so goddamn good, so how could he ever stop?

me after thinking about touch starved priests who probably haven't touched a pussy in years.

all that can be heard from the churchyard are his sweet begging moans , 'please, please lord forgive me- '

then when u finally let him cum he sees heaven

he pants and whimpers , 'thankyou~ thank you, god' while looking up at u with tears in his eyes

u are now who he worships

he kneels in your presence <3

( im done now , oyasumi )

he thanks you, and then he begs you to use a harsher hand with him. he's a sinful man, and you are too kind to him. he fears greed, he does not want to disappoint you and be greedy. he doesn't want to cum too much, too fast, too often, because what if that's not what you want. and if he's not obeying you, then does he love you?

he deserves to be punished. make him cry, make his eyes water and cheek sting with a slap, leave your handprint on him—it's proof that you're real, that you've touched him, that you love him. let him revel in your wrath when he disobeys, because a good follower listens to the one they worship.

a good follower should have a raw throat from prayer, no matter if that prayer is screamed, sobbed, or whispered.

Priest aki is a lot like perverted aki but…10x worse

Song title: Idolatry

Producer: Inukai

Vocaloid: GUMI

Mood: funky, sacrilegious, bass

Why you should listen: i’ve never heard a vocaloid song incorporate an iPhone ringtone into the melody before. the video by WOOMA is well worth a check out, and the song’s weirdness only adds to the addictiveness. Content warnings (video only): body horror, sacrilege (tbh i have no idea what's going on in this video)