#divinity kink

[blxxxp]

Girl who prays to god every night to take her homosexual desires away waking in the middle of the night as an angel in the image of a beautiful woman descends upon her bedroom. She's elated, but her gut twists as she feels a pang of sinful desire for the angel.

She tries to bury those feelings as the angel approaches, but the closer it gets the harder that becomes. She wants to pluck out her sinful eyes but she can't even bring herself to close them. The angel leans down over her, she hopes that it's here to save her from her desires, to answer her prayers; but she's growing more and more certain that it's here to punish her, to cast judgement.

The angel does neither. It leans down further still and speaks, in a voice that is at once many voices and one: "Be Not Afraid." The girl's trembling ceases, her breathing slows, and as the angel leans down and kisses her she allows herself to melt into it's touch.

[notkitten]

tasting a girl's cum is the closest you'll ever be to a divine revelation

[hail-the-villainess]

Over-analyzing tumblr girlie hornyposts has me thinking thoughts like "a Robot Girl can grow into a Mech via symbiosis with a Puppygirl or Combat Doll" or "if a Princess ascends to a Goddess, do her Maids all become Nuns?"

[blasphemous-mutt]

Imagine your priest getting jealous of the fact you took communion from another priest while on a trip. You didn't think it would be a big deal, you were just doing what you thought was best for your faith. But when you go home and go to take confession, his voice is a bit colder and his penace a bit harsher. It seems he overheard you talking about the cathedral you visited to another member of the parish. How you recalled the much sweeter wine they used for communion and how you got flustered as the other priest gave it to you.

There's an odd look in your priest's eyes, perhaps he's just not having a good day...or perhaps his favorite lamb has wondered a bit too far from the flock and he's not too keen on you getting lost. Only his hands should be the ones feeding you the Lord's flesh and blood.

⛧~⛧~⛧~⛧~⛧~⛧~⛧~⛧~⛧~⛧~⛧~⛧~⛧~⛧~⛧~⛧

[cloistered-collecton]

Oh, look at that, an effigy to the pitiful thing you used to call faith. Isn't that funny? Gosh, that's nostalgic. Remembering back when you thought faith meant holding some silly little symbol close to your heart, and praying to something you'd been told was real.

You were such a pitiful little thing. Desperate to hear back from a god that lives only in a book. Wrapping yourself in shallow little prayers that never made you feel anything but guilt, and shame. You were told that stupid image was a god, and you were too foolish to disagree.

But I fixed you. I've shown you something so much better then the words of some old priest who says he can forgive you. I took all those desperate pleas to something fake, and gave you something real to worship.

I showed you what a real God looks like. I broke your spirit in a way so much deeper then the distant disappointment of false god could hope to. I filled the cracks with my own divinity, placing myself in the spot your faith used to be.

Now you have a god you know is real. You have felt her hand on your skin, her words in your mind, her love filling you with a fear that tastes like rapture.

I am the altar you kneel at. I am the confessor you supplicate before. I am the symbol you clutch for strength. I am the forgiveness you yearn for in every blow. I am the word of prayer that comes to your lips when you are scared. I am the rapture that makes you feel chosen by something so much more then yourself.

I am your god, my darling disciple. The pitiful thing hiding in that church could never hope to compare.

Included below is me reading this lovely piece out.

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[hiraeth-daydreams]

Not to be a lost, forsaken fallen angel on main but what if I swore my eternal devotion to you in exchange for the privilege of sitting at your feet and resting my cheek on your leg, staring up at a being so majestic, so otherwordly and glorious and powerful, with eyes that radiate divinity of such magnitude it ignites my skin afire and make my heart bleed with religious ecstasy.

Haha, I'm kidding, of course! Of course I'm kidding. I'm kidding. I'm kidding. I'm ki

[sinfulsuns]

worship me and I’ll worship you and maybe we’ll find divinity

[spiralling-down]

It’s always “falling” or “sinking” into hypnosis. It’s all linguistically about going down to be entranced and coming up to awaken.

I want to flip that. Don’t fall, ascend. Rise into trance, into enthralment and servitude. Elevate yourself through submission to Me. Heighten your awareness to focus on your purpose.

Let me take you higher, to return to freedom is to fall from grace.