#Demon/Priest

[aziraphales-library]

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?”

-or-

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

[monroeknoxwrites]

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.”

[monstersholygrail]

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.

[kailysander]

Adam & Eve

[ramlightly]

Worship

[polmin]

"Father, you have sinned"

[zu-is-here]

<– • –>

[cyborrrg]

Somewhere more comfortable.

[iri-desky]

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!

[wafflebox-o7]

Take me to Church 📻🍎🙏

Al: "Forgive me father for I have sinned~"

Luci: "Oh for fucks sake Al, what was the point of this?"

Al: "…to spite an old friend."

…Meanwhile…

Vox: "IT SHOULD’VE BEEN MEEEE"

[yandere-writer-momo]

Story idea: A flirtatious nun that constantly harasses the poor priest

[heartfullofleeches]

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

[demonic-redhead]

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

[monstersholygrail]

A familiar voice clears their throat and Demon Priest immediately knows it’s you who’s come to him so early on this Sunday morning. Not because the sound of your voice but because the call that yanks at his chest, urging him to go to the door. His body ready to obey your every command.

The nearing church service lingers in the back of his mind but as he meets your eye it soon becomes forgotten. “Good morning, little dove. What calls you to me this morning?”

“Maybe I missed you. I haven’t seen you in nearly a week,” you respond coyly, sauntering in. Looking Demon Priest up and down, thinking about how damn hot he looks in his robes.

Seeing you walk to him, Demon Priest immediately stands and matches your steps. The need to be closer to you, to touch you, claws at his chest. That familiar relief shoots through him as soon as he gathers you in his arms, your touch flooding through him and providing a break to the ache.

“Oh, my heart… I apologize. I’ve been far too focused on finishing my work. And I fear I’ve still yet to perfect it.”

You glance down at his desk, papers sprawled everywhere. A perfect amount to passionately brush the clutter aside and slam you down on the desk to take you right then and there. A shiver runs through your body as you look up at him through half-lidded eyes.

“Why don’t you practice it on me?”

It’s as if Demon Priest was set on this path to simply answer to your every desire as the moment you look at him he seems to read your mind. Knowing exactly what you need from him. And he’d risk anything to give it to you. He growls furiously and scoops you up into his arms only to plop you down on the desk.

“Or why don’t I practice something else on you first?”

Demon Priest’s hand is down your panties in a flash and a wicked glint sparks in his eye as he realizes you came to him ready for his cock, your folds gushing with slick. His fangs shine in the morning light as he smirks, revealing his cock and driving it to your core as if it’s his guiding light.

As soon as his cock sinks into your warm walls a rumble moves through Demon Priests’ chest, your warmth akin not to the flames of hell but of the blessed rays of heaven. He loses himself in the smooth glide of your pussy against his length.

Time and everything else fades more and more with every passionate thrust of his cock. He’s found his holy grail and he won’t let go of you for anything. Your nails clawing into his back as you gasp and moan shows him you don’t plan to let go either. The table squeaks along with floor with the increasing force of his hips.

A sudden knock on the door, a reminder of his duties, threatens to pull him from paradise and Demon Priest suddenly realizes where he is. A house of worship. He looks at your fucked out expression as he shows his devotion. How fitting.

“Ten— fifteen minutes!” Demon Priest calls back, not even able to stop as he pounds his cock deep inside your warm fat cunt. As your jaw extends to moan, he pulls you into his throat, the vibrations causing him to shake.

“You’ll be late,” The man outside annoyingly replies.

“They can wait!” Demon Priest snarls, his demonic features drawing out at the force of his anger. His claws extending to tickle your sides.

Deep growls huff out of him and he has to bury his face in your hair. It takes deep gulps of your scent and the ravaging of your gummy walls just to calm down. His large towering form cages you into his embrace and he falls back into your abyss.

He takes every second he can of those fifteen minutes to rut inside you as ferociously as he can. Pumping inside you till you fall apart in his arms, a fierce scream falling past your lips and right into his wiling flesh. With your pussy clenching around him so sweetly he explodes inside of you, relishing in every spurt that hits your eager womb.

Demon Priest whispers endless praises under his breath as you both calm down. Your panting breaths the loudest sound in the room. Both of you bask in the glow for as long as you can.

“You have to go,” you whisper breathlessly. Not wanting him to.

“They can wait,” he repeats softly to you. Not wanting to either.

[kailysander]

Cephalophore

[naughtystiel]

where's your god now, child?