#priest billy

[kaizenkhaos]

Billy’s Birthday Bonanza: Friday 24th March

Another day, another AU for @harringroveweek. This time, it’s mine and simplydes’ Divine Boys AU where Billy is a Priest and Steve is an Incubus Demon, sent to Earth to corrupt the Priest as part of a contract.  But they fell in love instead. The Mate day which is mentioned is the Demon version of marriage and V is an Imp who belongs to Steve’s family but is mostly tied to Steve. He comes to visit on Earth and takes a big shine to Billy ^^ World: Divine Boys AU Characters: Priest Billy and Demon Steve (based off mine and simplydes’ AU characters ^^) POV: Priest Billy Word Count: 666 --90 Years and I'm as happy as can be-- The cool air was flowing through the window as Billy sat on his bed. Bible in one hand, soft hair in the other. Looking over to the side, his smile still radiated that same love and affection he'd had for so many years for his Demon companion. Now sound asleep after their terrific day. It had started with a kiss. A special kiss and then the Demon leaping up to get his wheelchair. A special trip, he'd said. Eyes beaming as Billy had slowly managed to sit up. Waiting patiently as his partner came in with the wheelchair stacked high with cards and presents. The priest overwhelmed and joyed by the amount of love the parish still choose to shower him with. Even many years after retirement. A trip. Down memory lane as Steve pushed him slowly down the beach front in Cali. They'd come home.

 It had been twenty years now. Billy had retired at 70, leaving the parish in the capable hands of young priest Mayfield, who his flock loved dearly. It was good that things had moved in and now women were readily accepted. That had been his seventieth birthday treat. This was his ninetieth. The sea air had reinvigorated him for a while. The old bones had started to fail him over the years. His legs too weak to now walk far along. But his wheelchair and lovely Demon made it so freedom was still an option. Today they'd wandered far. Stopping at Billy's favourite restaurant. A kiss on the cheek from his favourite waitress and a diner filled with well wishers, decorations and his favourite cake. What more could he have asked for? Even V, their little perma baby Imp was in his best behaviour. Wearing a little suit and tie and giving Billy the biggest hug and snuggles when placed on his lap. They may have had their differences over the years but the Imp knew when to behave. And after the celebrations, he continued to be as good as gold. Napping peacefully alongside Billy as Steve took them both home. The back of the wheelchair full of bags stuffed with even more cards and presents. Billy so happy and filled with joy that the tears had flooded our without him even knowing at first. Max and the Hawkins crew had all made it. So far for them to come and yet they'd done it. For him. They'd given and received some of the biggest hugs of the day. The biggest reserved for the man at his side. The one who he'd fallen for all those years ago and hadn't looked back since. It didn't matter that the man he'd paired himself with wasn't Human. For years only his dearest and nearest had known and though they'd had concerns of course, seeing what Steve was like. How him and Steve were, froze all doubts. Steve's family had taken him in as their own and he'd finally felt at peace. Something he'd been searching for before. Steve's family had also paid him a visit. Appearing at their house with gifts from Hell. Fruits and treats and all of Billy's favourite things. Hugs around before V was transferred and the pair were left alone. For the final hours of Billy's day to be spent together. Just how Billy liked it; in each others' arms. Feeling the other stir, his ocean blue eyes, still as bright as in his youth, peered over at the sleepy Demon. A yawn, showing sharp teeth and Billy chuckled. Now Steve was home, he was back in Demon form. Tail lazily wrapping around Billy's arm, soft and gently. Amber eyes glowing up at him and those neon like blue marking on his skin flaring. Billy's red ones, their marriage markings, flaring in response. Their room light up in that blessed light as their eyes met. Like it was their Mate Day all over again.  "So, did you get what you wanted?" "I already had that, Steve. Right here." 

[draftmonologue]

1. Susan Sontag—As Consciousness is Harnessed to Flesh: Journals and Notebooks, 1964-1980, 2. Phoebe Waller Bridge—Fleabag, 3. Richard Siken—Wishbone, 4. Anonymous, 5. Atonement dir. Joe Wright 6. Hot Priest Monologue—Phoebe Waller Bridge 7. Gillian Flynn—Dark Places 8. Meditation in an Emergency— Cameron Awkward-Rich , 9. Billie Eilish— idontwannabeyouanymore, 10. Stephen Adly Guirgis— The Last Days of Judas Iscariot, 11. Lioness Dewinter—Sìren Loa 12. Bernie Wrightson’s Illustration of Frankenstein’s Monster. 13. Bonnie Winterbottom—How To Get Away With Murder, 14. Sade Andria Zabala—Paper Napkin Stories, 15. Sor Juana Inés de la Cruz — Love Opened a Mortal Wound, 16. Unknown 17. Miley Cyrus — Never Be Me, 18 Kim Addonizio— Wild Nights; New Poems; Pareidolia, 19. Crazy/Beautiful dir. John Stockwell, 20. I.B. Vyache, Conversations Over Sanguinaccio Dolce.

[ccscocoapuffs]

KINKTOBER LINE UP

Warning the following content contains 18+ themes. I am not held responsible for your media consumption nor the horniness any of the fics give you LMAO. Without further ado please enjoy This line up. All fics will be linked here when they are released. (All fics will be in headcanon format or a short fic! and not all will be super smutty some may border more on fluffyish)

Day 1- Pegging- Aegon Targaryen

Day 2- Roleplay- Mark Hoffman

Day 3-Overstim- Robb Stark

Day 4-Edging- Crowley

Day 5-Collaring- Daemon Targaryen

Day 6-Chasity- Corey Cunningham

Day 7-Waxplay- Viserys III Targaryen

Day 8-Breeding- Cooper Adams (Trap)

Day 9-Lactation-Aegon Targaryen

Day 10-Praise- Gabriel May

Day 11- Breathplay/Choking- Michael Myers

Day 12-Somnophilia- Bo Sinclair

Day 13- Daddy- Cooper Adams (Trap)

Day 14- Size Kink- Thomas Hewitt

Day 15- Mommy- Brahms Heelshire

Day 16- Mirror- Lady Dimistrescu

Day 17-Threesome- Billy Loomis & Stu Macher

Day 18-Spanking- Karl Heisenberg

Day 19-Voyeurism-Damian Priest & Finn Balor

Day 20-Marking (Hickeys, bites, bruises etc.)- Jaime Lannister

Day 21-Dirty Talk- Aemond Targaryen

Day 22- Bondage- Eddie Munson

Day 23- Punishment-Negan

Day 24-Recording-Drew McIntyre

Day 25-Temperature Play- Aemond Targaryen

Day 26- Phone Sex- Mickey Altieri

Day 27- Knife Play-Ethan Landry

Day 28-Fem Dom- Daenerys Targaryen

Day 29- Body Worship- Theon Greyjoy

Day 30-High Heels- Rhaenyra Targaryen

Day 31- Special Surprise (hehehe)

[milesworld96]

I’ve been possessed

[harringroveera]

Billy: So you wanna marry me?

[5qu1dink]

i’m literally actually so fucking in love with him i love listening to his voice and stuff he’s got me entranced.

[slashers-and-rats]

how dare you?

priest!billy x fem!reader | nsfw | choking

rat chat: i said i would write something for that priest!au. I’m delivering!! eat up!!

you had said his name. you said his actual fucking name.

how dare you?

for you to have come over during a sermon of all things, sitting down next to him as if you were on the same level as he was, and then to so easily say, in a hushed tone right near his ear, “it’s so good to see you, billy”… it was brave. he had to give you that. but at the same time, it was disgusting, it was wrong, it had to be.

billy and you weren’t the same. you weren’t allowed to utter his name. you were lustful, a succubus in human clothes, you must’ve been. all those nights he spent talking to you over the phone, all those nights he spent listening to you lead him by his very own collar and make him spout sins he’d never say to anyone else, had proved to him you weren’t of this world. you couldn’t be. it couldn’t be his fault that he wanted to bend you over the pews and stuff you full of his cock. it couldn’t be his own overwhelming need that made him want to make you worship his dick the same way he saw you pray during services. it couldn’t be. it had to be the work of the devil, you had to be some kind of demon, this had to be a trick…

otherwise, how did you know it was him? he couldn’t have given it away, could he have? he was so careful to make sure you didn’t recognize his voice over the phone, or at least the one he used in public around his peers. he made sure what he told you was patchwork, different voices jumping into the fray every few seconds. he made sure he only used the name billy. you had said billy, just now. not micheal. he was micheal now, you were supposed to know him as micheal, how had you figured him out, how, how, how-

“thank you all for coming to evening mass. god bless you, and have a lovely night.” the words of the pastor pulled him back down to earth. it felt like he was an asteroid; he had divided up in the atmosphere, and by the time he hit the ground he was nothing but a pebble. a small, weak little thing. he felt small in your presence. he liked it better when you didn’t sit beside him, when you just whimpered quiet over the phone, pretending that you weren’t getting off to those things he said.

he couldn’t look at you. he knew you were beside him, you hadn’t moved when the priest started talking. he had been stuck with you. you just sat there like nothing was wrong, like you hadn’t ripped into his entire being and forced him to bare himself. how dare you?

billy felt the air beside him shift as you stood. it was the end, after all, why would you stay? only as you began to walk off did he look up at you. there he saw you glance down at him, give a small smile, and then retreat through the doors towards the dormitories.

how dare you?

that smile… it made billy’s skin hot. it made the liquid in his stomach into crashing waves against his insides. it made him feel like he would break out into a sweat. it made him nervous. it was a knowing grin, so subtle yet so obvious. you knew too much already. it’s like you had looked into his very soul.

maybe you were the devil?

without thinking, billy pushed himself up from the bench. he stood for a moment, gathering himself. he had to look normal. he couldn’t look like the mess you had turned him into on the inside. to these people, the other priests and pastors and nuns; they all knew him as kind. kind, but troubled. trying. he tried so very hard to seem put together, to hide that deep inner turmoil, and yet…

and yet he was near running out of the main hall. he didn’t bother to stop at the nuns as they asked why he was in such a rush, he didn’t sit in on the other priests’ conversations as they waved him over to his usual spots, he didn’t thank the pastor for his sermon like he always did- he had a mission. he weaved his way through the group, not even bothering to wipe the bit of drool that was beginning to pool on his lips, or hold back the intense stare he had. he was hunting, he couldn’t be bothered to focus on such silly things.

he slipped out of the main hall, following the path he saw you take. you were a bit ahead of him, walking with no purpose, simply making your way back to your dorm room without a thought in the world. no one else was in these corridors with you, everyone was still revelling in the good word.

all except you. all except billy.

you didn’t even look back. he knew you could hear his footsteps fast approaching, he knew you could feel his presence. his was the aura of a holy man, and yours was the vixen trying to poison him with sin. the air between you two swirled with the opposing forces. why didn’t you look back at him then? why did you keep just far enough ahead that he felt like a dog chasing a squirrel? you were just out of reach, and yet if he got any closer, he felt as though you two would repel each other like magnets. or maybe…

you stopped in front of your door, keeping your eyes ahead as you unlocked it with your keys. you had had them ready. for a moment, billy thought you were scared, that the reason you hadn’t looked at him as he pursued you through these halls was fear, but when he zoned in on your face, that warm smile was still there. it made his blood boil.

you walked into your room, closing the door behind you. billy closed the gap between him and your room within a few more strides, and for a moment, simply stood outside of it.

he was panting, out of breath from a one-sided chase. he had to wipe his chin of the drool that had settled there from the excitement of it all. anticipation swirled in his chest, and made him feel suffocated. it felt so good, but he’d never admit it, not even in a confessional.

his feelings only heightened when he reached out to your doorknob, pushing your door open with ease. you hadn’t locked it. if he was able to think straight, it would’ve been something of note, but there wasn’t enough room in his head for common sense.

his eyes locked onto where you sat on your bed, staring up at him expectantly. knowingly. you knew something he didn’t, he could feel it. he shut the door behind him, going over to you and crowding against your body, grabbing you by your shoulders. your head was at his stomach in height, and you looked up at him as he loomed over you. how dare you look so innocent? so sweet? he knew what you were, and yet you still pretended to be something pure.

“are you okay, billy?” you asked, your lips perfectly forming the letters in his name. it nearly knocked the wind out of him.

“d-don’t say that,” was all he could hiss out of a clenched jaw. your eyebrows lowered a bit, your gaze turning into something that sent shivers down his spine. it didn’t feel like lust, it felt like amusement. “if you- if you say my name a-again i’ll… i’ll…”

“you’ll what, billy?”

billy blinked, and suddenly his hands were around your throat, and you were pinned down to the bed. his thighs caged you in, his back arched over you; he had leaned down as far as he could without toppling over. you didn’t move. your hands rested beside his knees, your head tilted back into the bed, and you just let him squeeze your throat. your gasps and little whimpers sounded even better in person. he could feel himself getting hard from it all. he ached- he was yearning. he wanted- no, he needed you. he nearly humped against your stomach; the only thing holding him back being that he couldn’t stain these robes.

drool dripped down his chin, his mouth hanging open slightly to allow him to pant like a rabid dog. he swallowed hard, using his thumbs to tilt your head down so that he could stare properly into your eyes. he wanted to see the fear. he wanted to see how he could make you scared, how he was in control.

all he saw glints of amusement underneath a cloud of lust. you were being entertained. you were allowing him to do this. he wasn’t in control…

this was a trap.

billy’s eyes widened, and he pushed himself off of you and up to his feet. you sat up slow, eyelashes fluttering as you dragged your gaze over him. he was a mess. you knew he was a mess. he had fallen into your succubus tricks. the fae knew his name, and now he couldn’t escape.

he wiped the drool from his lips, straightened out his priestly collar, and smoothed out the wrinkles in the front of his top. he didn’t look at you. if he did, he’d just get pulled in again. he wasn’t prepared for this fight, not yet.

“do not say my name out there. i am micheal out there.” his voice had turned stern.

“and in here?” you tilted your head to the side a bit, smirking at him.

billy hesitated, looking up at you for just a moment. in those few seconds he saw the way you looked through him. he swore you could see his very soul. he couldn’t even answer the question, but did he really have to? you knew. you knew he wanted you to keep saying his name, you knew he craved for you to scream it as loud as you could, you knew he wanted to swallow those same screams so that he could keep them all to himself, you knew he wanted you-

billy pulled his gaze away, turning to the door and rushing out, back into the hallway. he tried to pull himself together as he walked through the church, barely thinking about where he was going. he’d have to pray again. he’d have to confess tomorrow, at least for some of this.

he’d have to call you again soon so he could listen to you toy with his name in privacy.

he’d have to have you.

[fishedeyelenz]

Calm before a storm

Bonus without multiply layer on it

[hookedonhook730]

soooo action figure update: YIKES!!! 😭😭

i went from 1

to 8

to FIFTEEN!!!!!

plus with 5 more on the way 😂 all in the span of like 6 months. i have another Rhea, another Damian, Buddy, Brodie and Max on the way, plus LA Knight for my friend 😁

[7finalgirl8]

fuck this

church!AU because I am a mentally ill

[wildyonderwillows]

I just finished Fleabag and now I wanna write a Halloween fic where Butcher dresses up as a priest and fucks reader 🤭

[ambrose-ex-machina]

Hello, Father. You are a priest, yes? An actual priest, not like that Martin. He's.. so creepy.

Why would you choose to work for them, Father? I can't understand why any godly man would.

Yes, I am. I have been for a long time now, actually. And yes, Martin is quite the unusual character.

But… to answer your question, I was hired by Mount Massive before I knew of anything that was going on. I found out because I started to see how the patients were hurting. And I didn’t want to see them suffer alone. So I made myself into a sort of, well, safe place. I’m there if they need me, and I help them however I can.

That’s why I stay.

[shichey97]

Writing

[idridian]

you want to live? don't hold your breath this isn't life; it's living death.

[whimsyvixen]

have you seen billy butcher from the boys 😩😩 i think you’d like to fuck him

I'm not familiar with Karl Urban's character in that show but I've seen Black Hat from Priest.

Me wanting to fuck him is veryyy possible.

[alektrophobia]

What is up gamers… I’m back

Inspired after reading @slashers-and-rats ‘s fic & the general AU they wrote abt with @hollowslasher :3

Reawakening lov for billy