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hi hi!
love love LOVE the work y’all do here! literally the backbone of the GO fandom!
i had a quick ask!
do you know of any smutty priest!aziraphale and/or priest!crowley fics?
sorry if this has been asked before, i couldn’t find anything!
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Hi, yes plenty!
Head over to our previous recs here and check our #priests au, #priest aziraphale tag and #priest crowley tags!
Some new ones:
Entailed by FeralTuxedo [E]
Anthony Crowley, a single gentleman of seven-and-forty and guardian to two unmarried sisters, is awaiting the arrival of the young clergyman who is set to inherit his estate. A marriage between him and one of the Miss Crowleys would be advantageous for both. But Mr Fell has other plans.
Consolation by entanglednow [E]
"This doesn't have to change anything, Aziraphale. You're the same person you were yesterday."
Seeing You Home by TawnyOwl95 [E]
It’s time for a new start. And just how many of those has Crowley had since she found herself pregnant at seventeen?
This time it will be different though. This time she has a job, and a house and she doesn’t need another boyfriend. Especially not one who lives right next door.
Aziraphale Angel’s new start is proving tougher than he ever imagined. Eighteen months out of the Catholic Church and he’s still finding it hard to let go of certain beliefs about himself.
And his new neighbour is determined to test every one of them.
Your Possession Is My Game by WaldosAkimbo [E]
“Wonderful sermon today, Father,” Sister Mary said happily behind him while they were helping everyone exit out into the crisp morning, the frost just barely melting off the tufts of dying grass and threadbare trees.
“Bit touchy-feely,” one onerous fellow who came sharp and exact every Sunday, Mr. R.P Tyler, had to comment on his way out. Father Fell smiled beatifically all the same, if just for the satisfaction of not having his spirit dampened.
“Yes, well.” Father Fell decided to shake Mr. Tyler’s hand and squeezed it just that bit harder. The look on Mr. Tyler’s face betrayed his surprise at Father Fell’s strong, insistent grip. “Perhaps those that prickle the most are in dire need of the message. Did you need a hug?”
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Crowley has been sent up to snag a possession for his supervisor, when he accidentally seals himself to Father Fell's home. Shenanigans ensue as the two learn to live with each other.
In the Arms of the Angel by Nadzieja [E]
Aziraphale is far from perfect, he knows that. He's been told as much, many times. A pathetic excuse for an angel. He's always stood out. So when Crowley's warm hands slide along Aziraphale's sides, when he calls Aziraphale beautiful, looks at him with so much hope and admiration, how can Aziraphale resist?
~Mod N
#priest crowley#priest aziraphale#good omens#ineffable husbands#human au#demon crowley#demon/priest#mod n#adult omens#priests au
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priest/demon comm wip
laurel dealing with the church equivalent of customer service + one needy bored demon.
Another year drew to a close and the congregants of St. Agnes church rushed to cleanse themselves of sin before the new year began. The confessional box saw more use in December than it did any other month. At this time, the bishop designated the three priests working under him were to take turns taking confessional as he supposedly busied himself with other important church business.
Rarely did the visitors of St Agnes church actually see their bishop outside the Sunday and holiday masses.
Father Gregory was laid up in bed with a tenacious ailment that dragged on for weeks.
Father Albert had been called away the night before by pressing "family matters".
This left young Father Laurel to man the confessions of the entire church by himself.
Most sins were pedestrian, technically frowned upon by the church but nothing to torment one's self over. By the end of the first day on his own, Laurel was contemplating committing a cardinal sin of his own and hopping from the highest steeple atop the church. The many gargoyles and grotesque statues lining the roof would find his choice perfectly acceptable. If the ones within the church could hear what he did, they'd lament not having movable hands to cover their ears and block out the monotonous "burdens" of simple folk.
Those with more tantalizing secrets still bored him to tears. There was only so many times one could hear the tales of the nobility’s depravity before it became just as monotonous.
“Forgive me father for I have sinned,” said a well dressed woman on the other side of the screen. Her rank and lineage were of little importance so Father Laurel didn’t bother committing it to memory. “I have been in congress with my new maid.”
<i>Three months to sample the new help. That must be a record for her.</i>
Father Laurel ignored the snickering voice in his ear and spoke to the woman in what he hoped approximated a caring tone. “How long have you committed this adultery, my child?”
The woman gave an airy sniff, breaking the allusion of her remorseful act. “No longer than my husband has taken with his new stable boy! Sodomy, is that not the greater sin father?”
<i>Disallowing couples to part after marriage, you catholic lot were on to something. The lengths these two go to spite each other is infinitely entertaining.</i>
Father Laurel couldn’t disagree more. The couple’s antics at each other’s expense was an open secret. Within the confessional booth, husband and wife came for absolution but more importantly, they used it as a chance to snitch. He had been a member of St. Agnes church for less than a year before growing sick to the teeth of them both.
Whatever hypocritical tirade the woman blathered on about was drowned out by the voice and the phantom sensation of wandering hands. For the moment they were above the robes.
<i>Do you think she takes pleasure in tasting her little maids or asks them to kiss her in forbidden places?</i>
Father Laurel knew it best not to engage with him. Soon as he did, the demon would be invited to elicit further responses.
“Marriage is a holy institution,” he said, cutting the woman off mid-sentence. “Before god and the community you promised to be faithful to your husband, as did he. Say one Our Father and ten Hail Mary’s for your sin. In regards to your marriage, I highly recommend you live in different houses. For the good of all.”
The woman thanked him begrudgingly, someone of her age and rank not used to be talked down to in such a manner even by one of the clergy. She exited the confessional in a flourish of wide skirts and furs, the sound of her stomping heels clicking loudly on the stone floor until she exited.
Wicked laughter sounded by his ear, the disembodied arms looped about his waist.
“I’m glad you find amusement in all this,” Father Laurel said under his breath.
Materializing behind him, the space snug with two inside, the demon Lorenzo hooked his chin on Father Laurel’s shoulder.
“What’s not to enjoy? Humans force themselves to find a single partner for the entirety of their lives, committing themselves to misery, loneliness, and dissatisfaction. And your god condemns any who dare to find pleasure and joy elsewhere, leading to resentment and, in the case of this delightfully unhappy couple, buffoonery for the town to laugh at.”
"Common people's willful idiocy holds little entertainment for me."
"What of the uncommon people?"
Father Laurel rolled his eyes, not dignifying it with a response.
Lorenzo played with the tassels at the end of Father Laurel's priestly stole. St. Agnes church received hefty donations by those who wished for the appearance of devote piety and the vestments of the church's clergy reflected that. The bishop often remarked that God's shepherds should be dressed in humble splendor, to illustrate His indisputable influence and generosity on earth.
In reality, it was obvious this old man from a prominent family simply wished to be surrounded by luxury.
Father Laurel found the gold embroidery on green silk gaudy, an eyesore against the crisp black of his robes. All the more reason Lorenzo toyed with it at any given opportunity.
"Is there no foul deed you could be busying yourself with while I tend to this?"
"And deprive myself of witnessing the misdeeds of your folk?" Lorenzo asked, fingers trailing into the valley of Father Laurel's thighs.
Father Laurel clamped his legs together before they traveled too far.
"Behave," he hissed, aloof composure slipping momentarily.
Whatever lascivious taunt sat on the demon’s tongue was interrupted by the confessional’s curtain flinging open, a young man filling the adjoining booth. He made the sign of the cross in haste and practically wheezed out, “Forgive me Father, I have sinned. It has been many months since my last confession.”
Father Laurel recognized the voice, distorted as it was by exertion, as the youngest son of the baron.
<i>Did he run all the where here in fear of the hounds of hell on his heels?</i> Lorenzo snickered.
“Easy, my child. Take a moment to regain your breath. What troubles you?”
The young man’s shadow through the screen leaned backwards, drawing in big gulps of air until he sounded less on the verge of collapse.
“My apologies Father. This weight on my chest must be purge and it could not wait an instant longer.” He drew another long breath to steady himself. “In London I–I killed a man, Father.”
Well that was certainly a change of pace.
“For what reason did you take this man’s life?”
“To say it was a noble reason would further damn me,” the young man lamented, truly shaken by this sin. “He struck a, uh, a woman of the evening. I was walking back to a friend’s home late at night and caught the scoundrel, hurting this poor thing half his size. Father I didn’t mean, oh God help me, I only meant to push the ruffian.”
His shadow hide his face in his hands, muffled sobs drifting over.
<i>What a gallant drunken knight.</i>
“Partaking in copious amounts of alcohol can lead one down a path to destruction,” Father Laurel said. “Your intentions were indeed noble but a life has still been taken.”
“Father!” The young man surged forward close to the screen, fingers clutching in small holes. “I wish to make amends for this grave sin. I wish to dedicate my life to the church.”
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With the slow stroke of Demon Priests' cock driving you to insanity, you can't help but look down at his neck. His uniform askew and messy yet his collar still intact as he was so desperate to get inside you he didn’t even bother to take all his clothes off. As you tease the skin just under the collar, Demon Priest shivers, a low rumble moving through his throat in encouragement to keep going.
“Why is part of your formal wear called a collar? A little kinky for religion, l'd say," you moan as he continues his deep thrusts.
Demon Priest laughs into your own throat, his nose rubbing along your pulse point, almost purring at the sign of your vitality. "The collar symbolizes my calling to the Lord."
You think about that for a long moment that's promptly interrupt by the smooth glide of his length along your walls.
“Would you wear a collar for me?" You ask almost absentmindedly, not knowing the extent of the meaning your words hold for him.
A loud groan escapes him, his cock twitching inside of you before he picks up pace. His member now aiming to consume and posses. Your pleasure, your body, your very being. His claws grip at your waist, marking you and making his claim on your soul just as you have his.
You cry out, your pleasure shooting through your body and collecting in your core as your orgasm builds. Body arching up into his as you meet every deep plunge of his hips, you can’t help but dig your nails into his dark skin and draw him up into your inviting form. Demon Priest’s face darkens at the control you have over him, at the ease in which he simply bends to your will.
"I'd do anything for you, you only need ask," he rasps lowly through clenched teeth as he fucks up into you, not giving you a moment to breathe or think. All you can do is hold onto him and let him ride you through waves upon waves of ecstasy.
“P-please wear a collar for me. Want your devotion, love, please,” you whine, a blubbering mess. It’s all Demon Priest needs for that final cord of restraint to snap.
With a ferocious growl that has you jumping in your skin, Demon priest holds onto you tighter and pounds away at your pussy like a savage beast. Your bodies wetly slapping together, the sound overpowering your own moans and groans.
Your mind blurs with an overwhelming intensity as shocks spark through your already buzzing body. If Demon Priest wasn’t already a demon you’d swear he was acting like a man possessed by the way he was rutting into you.
Demon Priest worships every inch of your body, small whimpers leaving you as he caresses his cock bulging in your lower tummy. An apt reminder of how deeply he’s fucking you. Your pussy clamps down on his huge cock and he growls, somehow picking up his pace.
Your body jolts with every thrust but luckily Demon Priest is right there to slam you back down on his pulsating girth, balls slapping heavily against your clit over and over again till you erupt all over his length. Squeezing him and suffocating him with your gummy walls till he joins you in climax. Pumping countless spurts of cum into your eager cunt, your tummy distending with the amount of hot semen he spills inside of you.
Demon Priest’s worship of you doesn’t end there, not that it ever truly ends. He slumps on top of you, whispering endless praises and showering you in light tender kisses and gentle massages to help you through the aftershocks. Blessing you and thanking you for making him feel more than he ever could’ve imagined.
Yet he doesn’t properly show just how much you mean to him till a few days later he stands in front of you in his formal wear with you resting naked on your bed. He makes a whole show of undressing himself, baring himself to you completely.
All to reveal the small collar you had gotten him hiding underneath his clothes. The sight turns you on more than words can describe and you can’t control yourself as you pounce on him and drag his body on top of yours by the collar. Both of you more than ready to spend hours with his body being controlled by your every dark whim.
#monster fucker#monster smut#monster fuqqer#monster fudger#monster lust#monster lover#monster romance#monster#monster fluff#monster fic#monster imagine#monster bf#monster boyfriend#demon smut#demon priest#demon man#demon lover#demon fucker#demon#demon oc#yandere demon x reader#demon x reader#demon x human#demon x you#monster x reader#monster x human#yandere monster x reader#monster x y/n#monster x you#monster x female
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Adam & Eve
#artists on tumblr#angel#demon#golden hour comic#priest#horror#mythology#webtoon#tapas comic#webcomic#adam and eve
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Worship
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"Father, you have sinned"
#hazbin hotel#hazbin valentino#hazbin vox#staticmoth#voxval#my art#so... human priest vox and demon val... yeah
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Somewhere more comfortable.
#castlevania#castlevania nocturne spoilers#castlevania nocturne#vampires#priests#demon x priest#castlevania olrox#olrox#olrox/mizrak#mizrak#mizrak x olrox#mizrak castlevania#castlevania spoilers#castlevania fanart
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RachelDrawsThis' Dead Plate doodles/refs for the Priest/Demon AU, everyone. I humbly present this to Tumblr. I'm so normal about this guys (lie)
I didn't see these doodle pages posted on Tumblr as their own post, but thanks to @kogglyuffs, I could track them down! Enjoy, y'all-- for all the non-twitter users wondering what the buzz is about (I don't use Twitter but I did have to do some searching). Art drawn by one of the lovely creators of Dead Plate herself, @racheldrawsthis!
#I'm literally so normal#They're absolutely splendid!#These designs are immaculate#Ooooh man oh man#Dead plate#dead plate rody#Dead plate game#Dead plate Vincent#racheldrawsthis#rody lamoree#vincent charbonneau#Dead Plate Priest and Demon AU#Priest and Demon AU#Priest/Demon AU
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Story idea: A flirtatious nun that constantly harasses the poor priest
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Priest Darling: Hello, everyone! Since meeting in person can be difficult for some of us I have decided to switch to a digital format to share the words of our lord. Any questions before it gets too crowded?
Yan Chat: Is it true you wear nothing beneath your robes?- Asking for a friend... Also are you a demon?
Yan Chat: How dare you make me resort to these methods to contact you.I only wish to speak with you. Let me in, damn you. Darling-I miss you. Let. Me. In!-
Yan Chat: Whimper and moaning audio when?
Priest Darling: :)
Priest Darling, slowly reaching for the computer's off button: Thank you all for joining my first and only stream. Have a safe night, friends
#priest reader#yandere x reader#yandere imagines#yandere x you#yandere#yandere insert#yandere scenarios#yandere oc#yandere blurb#yandere headcanons#yandere text#yandere shitpost#yandere demon
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<– • –>
#zu art#comic#x-orcist#love and passion#priest!cross#herbalist!dream#demon!shattered#cross!sans#dream!sans#undertale#undertale au#utmv#hell o :)#jesus christ dream you look sick go take some medicine and sleep >:/#tbh I didn't want to make him look too horrifying like possessed ones do#it's not a horror story after all ;)#so have an ill-looking (handsome) man ∠( ᐛ 」∠)_#he knew we would come... <3#when you want to call a local doctor for the possessed one but huh. the local doctor is the possessed one.#ahhh it'd be cool if today (13th) was Friday heheh
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To feel a priest cum inside you for the first time is such a delicious privilege
He’s never been touched like this, never felt the inside of someone, never groped breasts before and he can’t get enough now that he’s had a taste
To be the reason a man of God breaks his holy vows is such a powerful feeling… I live for it
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where's your god now, child?
#i missed my demon boy#dean winchester#demon!dean#priest!dean#spn#supernatural#vmart#dean winchester art#dean winchester fanart#spn art#spn fanart#supernatural art#supernatural fanart
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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.
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Forbidden Fruit
[uncensored version up on Patreon]
#artists on tumblr#angel#demon#golden hour comic#priest#horror#mythology#webtoon#tapas comic#webcomic#Lucifer#Satan
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I had disappeared for a while mainly because of health reasons and burnout but I can finally post some doodles here again
#tim and alex in second pic is just from small au of mine but it doesnt really had any plot just priest tim and demon alex#or vampire alex could work too#marble hornets#brian thomas#tim wright#myart
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