#religous themes

[toxichadean]

"Unholy is the lust in your eyes. . ."

"Blasphemous would not suffice." "For everything in the world - the lust of the flesh, the lust of the eyes, and the pride of life - comes not from the Father but from the world. Yes, it is given to you by Mother Earth"

[rottenwisdomtooth]

Fucking a priest as he prays and begs for forgiveness in-between moans.

He's a dirty sinner but oh the pleasure.

[silverbubblesandcornflowerskies]

cleanliness, godliness, and a house made of mold. x x x x x x x x x _______ x x x -dividers by @pixopix

[crashingcryptid]

Lets do something with this half coherant 2 AM Idea

The first time that Johnny felt like his prayers had been answered was his first wet dream. He'd never touched himself before, too racked with guilt to relieve the aching of his twitching cock. His late blooming had been witnessed by the rookies he was bunking with.

Endless teasing followed, and while he refused to acknowledge it, the callsign Soap came from him washing the cum out his boxers in the sink.

Even though that day was the start of his humiliation, it was also the most blessed he had ever felt. No scolding from his superiors, getting to the mess hall on time, getting hot water in his shower. He only felt a bit of guilt when he received some letters from his mother with his old childhood rosary.

He tucked it under his pillow and humped his bed queitly well into the night.

The first time he ever saw you was when he joined team 141. Maybe it was his pining after Ghost that led him to neglecting his needs. Maybe it was because he was busy. Regardless, you weren't pleased, coming to him in a dream.

"My most loyal little subject." Johnny squirms within your palm, looking around at the darkness that surrounded him. Was he dreaming? He must be dreaming. "Why are you neglecting your needs?"

"My needs?" Johnny mumbles nervously, shuddering when your thumb rubs across his crotch, gently pressing down on his cock.

"You deserve to feel good. That is how you worship me." When Johnny woke up, his cock was throbbing in his sweatpants, trembling with need and nerves.

Simon roused from his sleep to Johnny knocking on his door, getting it open only a few inches before the smaller man pushed his way inside. "I need ye... Fucking, please, Simon." Johnny mumbles hungrily as he grabs hold of Simon's sweatpants waistband. Simon's body shudders beneath his hands, his head slowly nodding in the dark.

Simon was blessed the next day with a hot shower, his favorite tea being restocked, and his recruits listening for the first time since they arrived on base.

If he heard Johnny praying to you in the morning or saw you watching him stroke himself that evening, he didn't say anything. You simply gained a new follower.

[undergroundrot]

[alaskavanesightings]

[rottendust]

[g0ne1997]

HEAVENS GIFT

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