#A Boy And A Priest

[monstersholygrail]

When Demon Priest finally has you in his arms and under his body, he makes sure you’re filled at the least six days out of the week. He may grant you a day of rest but it’s not that likely.

Demon Priest grips at your hips, lifting them up higher and spreading your legs wider, throwing his full force into every brutal thrust so that his tip kisses your cervix every time.

His chest is fused to your back, body curled around yours in worship. He groans in tune with the snap of his hips, the pure paradise that is being inside your perfect pussy has him feeling as though he’s finally reached heaven once more.

He never wants to leave again. His pace quickens, fucking up into you like a madman. Only managing to pull out half-way before he gives into temptation and slams himself back inside of you to the hilt.

“The world was filled in six days, and so shall my world. Every day I’ll fill you, my precious gift, till you’re dripping in my sacred cum and full of my seed. You want that, dove?” Demon Priest babbles mindlessly, his length a blur as it plunged into your warm gummy walls.

“Y-yes. I want you to— hah— fill me. Fill me ngh all the way up with your c-cum till my body can’t hold anymore. P-pleeeease!”

Demon Priest growls as the thought of being full of his cum sends you straight over the edge, coming hard on his cock and going boneless with pleasure. He holds onto you tighter, fucking you through your orgasm and straight into your next.

Unwilling to stop until a puddle of your combined release pools beneath you.

[zangoosegamestop]

i like to think they finally get married.... at some point

[dijjonceline15]

I am ready for you to breed me🥺

Would you?,I'll be submissive

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[miharuki]

𝖄𝖆𝖓𝖉𝖊𝖗𝖊 𝖁𝖎𝖑𝖑𝖆𝖎𝖓 𝕻𝖗𝖎𝖓𝖈𝖊 𝖃 𝕽𝖊𝖆𝖉𝖊𝖗 (𝕱𝖊𝖒) 3

Offical theme nomura

A butler hurried through the vast mansion, carrying the morning’s correspondence for his masters. Arriving at the head of the household’s study, he stopped, straightened his attire, and composed himself professionally before knocking on the door.

“Come in,” came the voice of an older man from within. Entering as instructed, the butler held out the stack of letters that had arrived that morning. He stopped before the desk and lifted the pile. “Sir, your correspondence has arrived. However, there is one letter in particular that I believe may interest you.” The lord of the house took the pile of letters and leafed through them, reading the names of each sender, until he came upon a blue envelope with golden accents. His gaze dropped to the golden handwriting on it: Nomura L. Néantazur.

“Call (Mother’s Name) immediately,” he ordered. The butler bowed and left the study. “What could that demon possibly want this time?” he muttered under his breath.

“Why would he send us a letter like this?” asked the woman, standing beside her husband and fanning herself in distress.

“I don’t know,” he replied, disdain evident in his voice. “I’d bet it’s about that brat again.” The man sneered before taking a letter opener and carefully slicing open the cyan envelope. As he read the elegantly penned words, spelling out Nomura’s intent with the utmost formality, his wife couldn’t contain herself.

“He wants what?!” she shrieked, collapsing into the chair in front of her husband, hand on her forehead in despair.

“To think that little disgrace could catch his attention,” the man muttered, setting the letter down and glancing out the window at a small house hidden within the gardens, far from the main mansion.

“It wasn’t enough to keep her on our property? We had to apologize to the royal family, and now that wretched girl brings even more trouble upon us? How could I have given birth to someone like her?” The man stood, stepping over to his wife, who had her face in her hands, and placed a comforting hand on her shoulder. “Calm down, dear; she’s not a problem to us… for now.”

Naturally, upon arriving home, her parents had been disappointed—if not more than that.

“So, what do we do now?” the woman asked, dramatically sobbing, while her husband smiled beside her.

“We’ll simply say that the letter never reached us. There’s no way we’re allying with that blue devil.”

“Yes, exactly. Well thought out.” They exchanged smiles, pleased with their scheme.

What they hadn’t anticipated, however, was that just a week later, an elegant carriage in dark tones with a blue gleam would arrive on their estate. The man who stepped out wore costly shoes and elegant attire, his guards surrounding him as he made his way to the door and knocked firmly. After a few seconds, the maid opened the door and, shocked by the visitor, dropped the feather duster she was holding.

With a sweet smile concealing something darker, he looked at her and said, “Will you allow us to enter and summon your masters?”

The maid quickly stepped aside, opening the door further, allowing the young man and his guards to enter. The butler, who had been watching from a distance, hurried over to join them.

“A-ah, my apologies! Please, follow me to the parlor.” The butler passed by the maid, tugging on her sleeve as he whispered urgently, “What are you waiting for? Go fetch them!”

The butler led the way to the sitting room, allowing the young man to take a seat before bowing. Soon, another maid appeared, pushing a cart and setting down a tray with a fine teapot and matching cups. She poured tea for the young man, who accepted it with a smile and took a sip.

The door opened shortly after, revealing the master and mistress of the house. The man’s expression initially showed shock before he cleared his throat and regained his composure. Behind him stood his wife, partially hiding her face behind her fan. They both took seats on the sofa opposite the visitor.

“Your Highness! To what do we owe this visit?”

“Well, it seems you haven’t received my letter, seeing as I received no response,” Nomura noted, setting his teacup on its saucer before looking up at them. The man exchanged a nervous glance with his wife before chuckling awkwardly.

“Yes, yes… no letter here. I mean, you know how postal services are these days, eh? Ha… ha…”

“Very well,” Nomura replied, his tone cool as he leaned back slightly. “I am here to propose a business arrangement. A mutually beneficial one for both of us.”

pt1. Pt2

"I'll possibly do Part 4:)

Should I make a smut? Or do you not like that? I think I might turn it into a series. But seriously, Nomura is officially a profile character now.

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[fredddoloso]

does making love to a priest entitle you to take communion??

omg y’all i’m lowkey obsessed with this fleabag au…. that’s all i’ve been thinking about lately😭 i will be doing more!! TRUST!!!

[mxltifxnd0m]

white collared ✮ s. winchester

summary: you can't stop staring at sam in his priest getup

pairings: established sam winchester x reader, sam winchester gn afab! reader

word count: 1.1K

warnings: no use of 'y/n', no mention of pronouns besides a "good girl", cursing, making out, sam in the priest outfit (yes thats a warning), dean being a menace as per usual, implied smut, kinda edited

a/n: got inspired from a edit of priest sam i saw on my feed and i wrote most of this in class and then in the library, so enjoy :p

enjoy the fic! please like, comment, and reblog! your feedback fuels me <3

𝘴𝘢𝘮 𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘮𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘵

YOU WERE STARING. Scratch that. You were practically devouring Sam with your eyes as he came out of the motel bathroom, adjusting the clerical collar that was around his neck.

Your eyes followed Sam as he bustled around the motel room, barely registering that Dean had gone into the bathroom to change himself. You couldn’t tear your eyes away from Sam, your mouth feeling dry as you swallowed thickly, trying to pull your gaze away from the taller Winchester. 

Christ almighty, how could someone look so good in a priest outfit?

You thought to yourself as Sam sat down at the table near the kitchenette in the room. Your eyes trailed up and down Sam’s broad figure from your spot on the bed. The black slacks were tight around his thighs, and you could only imagine how good his ass looked in those pants. 

The white clerical collar was starch white, contrasting the tanned skin at the hollow of Sam's throat. You bit your bottom lip as you saw Sam’s dexterous fingers pull at the collar, adjusting it before your eyes followed his hand as it fell back onto his thigh. 

A low chuckle coming from the man you were staring at snapped you out of your stupor, and you met Sam’s hazel eyes, filled with amusement. You could recognize the familiar look of desire that lingered in the greens and golds that colored his gaze. 

Sam’s plush lips were pulled into a sly smirk as he shook his head, a piece of his hair falling in his face as he did. “See something you like?” He asked, his tone teasing. 

You felt your cheeks fill with heat at being caught staring at Sam. But you tried playing it off, rolling your eyes as you sat up, making your way to the table he was sitting at, and resting your hip against the edge of it, looking to your left at him. Sam had to tilt his head up a bit to meet your eyes. 

It’s unfair how his height barely changes when he sits down. 

“Maybe I do.” You let your eyes trail over Sam’s body again before meeting his gaze again. 

Sam’s lips twitched before slowly rising in his seat, the chair scraping against the carpeted floor, and he leaned forward, his hands resting on the table as his face got closer to yours. Now, you had to crane your head back to make contact with his eyes. 

“This is doing something for you isn’t it?” He questioned, Sam’s head tilted slightly as the sly smirk turned into a grin. The white of his teeth almost distracted you from the devilish expression on his face as his eyes darkened and his tongue peaked out to wet his bottom lip. 

You narrowed your eyes at him, trying to resist the urge to clench your thighs together at the lust filling his eyes as he stared at you, feeling heat pool in your core. 

“Unfortunately.” You grumbled as you broke the eye contact the two of you were sharing as you crossed your arms over your chest. 

You heard another chuckle escape Sam’s lips. You listened to some shuffling and felt one of his fingers push your jaw to look at him. Sam was standing in front of you as he took your chin in between his index finger and thumb. His lips stretched into a lewd smirk as he leaned closer to you, his cologne filling your senses as you felt his breath fan over your face. 

“Who knew that you have a thing for priests?” 

You uncrossed your arms and scoffed at him before hooking your fingers into the belt loops of his pants, pulling him closer to you. “I have a thing for you in this getup, not the other way around.” You clarified, your lips pulling into a half-smirk. 

Sam raised an eyebrow at you. “You sure?” 

“Shut up, you know how gorgeous you are.” You rolled your eyes at him. “It’s honestly unfair how good you look in anything.” 

Sam huffed a laugh through his nose. “Mhm, sure.” He rubbed his nose against yours before capturing your lips between his, pulling you into a fiery kiss, his tongue invading your mouth. You let out a low moan as you pulled him closer to you and felt his bulge grind against you. 

Sam always had this hold on you every time he placed his lips on yours. The only thing that was on your mind was always Sam. It was like there was a giant neon sign that flashed his name every time he touched you. 

Suddenly, Sam pulled himself away from you. What you didn’t realize as Sam was making out with you was that Dean had finished changing into his own priest getup and stepped out of the bathroom.

You heard him clear his throat, and you looked over at Dean. Though you would never admit it out loud or to anyone ever, Dean looked as good as Sam did in the white collar (but you had a bias towards your boyfriend because, well, he's your boyfriend).

Dean raised an eyebrow at the two of you. “You two done defiling each other?” 

“Shut up.” Sam shot a scowl at Dean's smirking face.  

“Nope." Dean said, popping the 'p' obnoxiously. "Next time don’t make out in the same room as me.” He came over to the table and smacked his hand onto Sam’s shoulder before brushing past him and left the motel room. 

You let out a small laugh as Sam’s face twisted into his bitch face before sighing. But a smile slowly appeared on his face at the sound of your laugh. 

He turned around to face you again. You looked at him with a smile. His smile got wider before he leaned in and placed a soft kiss against your lips. Sam pulled away, letting his forehead rest against yours. 

“You should probably get another room before we get back.”

Your eyebrows furrowed. “Why?” 

The edges of Sam's' lips threatened to curl up before his face became serious.

"Because I have plans for you and I don't want to share this room with Dean."

"Oh?" A smirk grew on your face. "What kind of plans?" You asked coyly.

Sam let out a soft laugh before pulling back and cupping your face with his warm hand, his thumb stroking the apple of your cheek softly.

"The kind of plans that require you to be on your knees repenting and confessing all the naughty thoughts that your mind conjured up about me ever since I came out of the bathroom."

The heat in your core grew brighter as you clenched your thighs together at the low rumble of Sam’s voice. 

“You understand?” You nodded dumbly at his words, and Sam pecked your lips. 

“Good girl.” Sam sent you another smirk before letting his hand fall from your face and exiting the room. 

You swallowed thickly as you stood frozen in your spot. “Well, fuck me.” You breathed out before leaving the room and getting another, just like Sam asked. 

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Oscar and Arthur hiii <3333

[pierkyn]

Pasqal: the only companion who understood the assignment

AND he sings in the bath 🥺

[autisticrosewilson]

You're all fucking wrong about Catholic Jason he wouldn't feel guilt about Jack shit, ESPECIALLY not killing. He would get the All-Blades and be convinced that this is God's go ahead and divine confirmation that he's right about everything and all of his opinions are valid and everyone who opposes his worldview is a moron blinded by idealism and naivete.

[asortofqueerfeeling]

i love when music makes me feel so many indescribable emotions simultaneously

[monstersholygrail]

You stand before him naked, your heavenly body basking in the daylight. The warmth of your skin calling to him, beckoning him toward the path of light. The path that leads to you.

Demon Priest reaches you, almost hesitant to touch the sanctity of your skin. He leans forward, inhaling your scent deeply and allowing your presence to wash over him.

You watch him closely with bated breath. The way he teases you has arousal gushing between your thighs. And you know he’s caught the scent when his nostrils flare and the slits of his pupils sharpen.

Almost as if in punishment for how you affect him, a torture he’s never inflicted before, Demon Priest brushes the tips of his claws down your arm reverently, leaving you gasping and a trail of goosebumps in its wake.

“I have only ever gotten on my knees for one being,” he rumbles lowly, cupping your cheek, his gaze intense as he looks in your eyes. “Now I get on my knees for you of my own free will.”

He bares your throat to him, his fangs grazing your neck with his kiss. His lips leave a trail of blazing fire as he makes his way down your body. Leaving you to cry out, your pussy tingling with need as you lean into every kiss.

“Darling, I don’t think—“

He effectively silences you with a wet kiss to your pussy as you choke, your legs automatically spreading for him, your back leaning against the window. You meet his gaze as he looks up at you so prettily.

“Let me show my devotion how I see fit,” he nearly growls, his hands running along the outside of your meaty thighs. “For everyone to see.”

Your brows furrow, swearing you must’ve misheard him but his tongue slipping between your folds quickly diverts your attention.

“Who’s the expert here?” He adds with a brief smirk before fully diving into your pussy.

A fierce growl leaves him as your essence coats his tongue. His jaw unhinges, eagerly lapping up your slit and slipping into your wet cunt. Close is not close enough as he makes out with your pussy, eyes fluttering closed and letting himself be consumed by your taste.

Whines slip past your lips as you writhe against the window, shamelessly grinding into Demon Priests face. Your ass slapping against the window with every jerk of your hips. He can’t encourage your desperation more, short grunts leaving him as your pussy suffocates him. And what a way to go.

He fucks your pussy with his tongue, swirling the long muscle along your walls and setting your every nerve aflame. Thrusting deeper and deeper until he has you crying out and gushing all over his face. Your orgasm wracking through you and making you feel so utterly divine. Demon Priest is right there to work you through the high, swallowing every drop of your essence.

It would be too sinful to waste.

When your climax begins to fade, Demon Priest grins almost viciously as he leans back, his face covered in your release as he watches you sag against the window. He can’t help but peer outside of it, wondering who had stopped to enjoy the show…

For thou shalt not have a hidden faith but a courageous one. And Demon Priest would not hide his worship of you.

[cumtastiics]

tw / religious setting, yandere. mdni

the church was beautiful tonight. not that it never was, but it was more so today. he thought it was silly. whenever he was close to you, everything looks better.

he loved thinking about you whenever he could. he thought you were lovely.

he couldn't spend much time thinking about you, unfortunately. he was a priest, and he did have a job to do.

perfect would be the word to describe you... but no one was perfect. right?

but you looked so beautiful, squirming underneath him. sweat on your forehead. it was probably gross, but he would lick it. it would taste sweet, just like you.

"you're doing just perfect for me, my angel..." he never wanted you to lift a finger. lay there, as his cock went in and out of you. his fingers in your mouth, for you to suck.

he wants you to beg him to cum, beg him over and over again, till your throat was sore, till you couldn't speak anymore without pain from how dry your throat was.

"do you- ah- wanna cum? y-you can beg... be good for me."

beg him like he was your god.

i hope this is g/n? i tried 😖 still not very good at writing drabbles like this! very inexperienced w smut

[josh-lanceero]

forgot to post those here

(Thinking about doing a little comic about a silly little love story between Jacques Roux and Widow Hebert let me see if I can find enough material or just invent enough bull shit

[frootloopsl]

Now the big bad dog is eating my food

He's big and strong and I am a fool

I'm skinny and tired, you can see my bones

But I'd rather be hungry than be alone

[mamarosanna]

I wanna listen to him whisper his breathy bible verses back to himself as I suck his cock in the confessional

[maggotknight]

This was supposed to be just a sketch, but took on a life of its own.