#priest x demon au

[silversoulss]

[a-sad-writer]

title: a dangerous priest and a harmless demon

pairing: Kanda Yuu/Allen Walker

tags: alternate universe, soft Kanda Yuu, Kanda Yuu has feelings, Top Kanda Yuu, Pining Kanda Yuu, Poor Allen Walker, Allen Walker needs a hug, Bottom Allen Walker, Hurt Allen Walker, demon/human relationships, fluff, sharing a bed, cuddling and snuggling, kissing, Happy Endings, mutual pining, domestic fluff, ptsd, horses, holding hands, cottagecore, other additional tags to be added

summary: Kanda had spent years as a warrior. Fighting and killing were the only things he was good at. But now he had ended up in a village as a priest in training. Not that Kanda was overly religious but this here was something that he can do that might even be somehow something good. One day Kanda finds a demon in the village. The demon named Allen is small and injured and he asks for Kanda's help. So Kanda takes him in and protects him. From then an Kanda and Allen get attached to each other.

(The horse pictures above are supposed to be Mugen and Timcanpy from this fanfic)

[zu-is-here]

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[uniquetosmbody]

Demon! Zoro & Priest! Sanji

You want me, church boy~… I can read your mind, you just need to say it out loud and, I promise… you’ll have the best night in your life~

[monstersholygrail]

Demon Priest

Blurbs/Imagines:

The Demon Priests Gift

Sunday Type of Love

Revealing His Worship

Collar Him Down

Early Morning Rising

Grocery Store Fantasies

Pesky Interruptions

Offering at the Altar

Nothing to Confess

Candlelit Caress

[faieyolk]

Mishanks Demon au òvó

Inspired by socially-anxious-wizard’s demon au, ya’ll should check out their stuff. I j think the lil demons are neat

I added glasses to Mihawk purely bc i thought he’d be told to cover those headlights so he wouldn’t scare people coming to church, but Mihawk would never do that in my mind 😭 i still like em tho

[pascaloverx]

DEVIL (+18)

Summary: You are a demonic creature, capable of doing whatever you please, whenever you wish. Your goal on Earth is to terrorize as many souls as possible. Until, in a small community, you find the perfect victim for your mischievous games: Father Charlie Mayhew.

Author's Note: Honestly, I’m not sure if this story will have more than one chapter, but it will contain adult content and inappropriate language. Violence may also appear. Frankly, I just needed to write something about this character portrayed by Nicholas Alexander Chavez. The character and others, apart from Y/N, are not my creation. They belong to the Grotesquerie (2024) universe created by Ryan Murphy. To anyone reading this story, I hope you enjoy it.

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ONE

How tedious human life is. Not to offend anyone, but you were already tired of all the petty, complicated, and disjointed problems humans have. Not doing what they want, fearing consequences, and not always seeking to take advantage of others makes humans seem so weak. Humans need automobiles to move around, they have no special powers, they feel guilty for the slightest act, and when they sin, they believe a priest can purify their wrongdoings.

"Forgive me, Father, for I have sinned. At least that's what the movies say I should say when I enter a confessional. Unless you'd prefer something more modern, like, 'Father, I really messed up. I committed an affront to good morals. Blah blah blah…'" You enter Father Charlie Mayhew's confessional, waiting for his response. You can hear the muffled chuckle he lets out at your casual way of speaking.

"It doesn't seem to me that you are truly repentant. Taking advantage of the informality with which you are speaking to me, may I ask what brings you here?" For a human, he has a voice that, in its more serious and deep tone, can be charming; it's easy to understand why he became a priest. With a voice like that, he could easily persuade you to be a devoted daughter of God, even if you were, in truth, a demon.

“Let’s say it was a call of nature. In truth, I’ve felt impure ever since I witnessed something terrible.” You say, trying to sound as human as possible, feeling as if your skin were burning from being inside the church. Just kidding; in reality, demons can be anywhere, even in religious places.

"What is it, my dear faithful of the Lord, that you witnessed?" Father Mayhew speaks with a certain nonchalance, as if he's almost sure he knows your answer. You try to catch a glimpse of him through the confessional booth’s small openings. He seems like the very embodiment of sin, perfectly crafted for thirsty thoughts.

"Father, I witnessed a delightful scene. It was a priest known for his youthful appearance and modern style, masturbating while thinking about the beautiful nun he had recently met. In fact, there was another moment that I witnessed. The moment when this same priest let the nun touch him in a sinful way. Oh, this priest's mind could only hope that these private moments would continue." You provoke him, subtly revealing that you know of his most intimate sins. The priest immediately steps out of his booth and opens the door to yours. His expression is furious, while you wear your most mischievous smile. Your attire catches him off guard, certainly. You’re dressed in a nun's habit, but entirely unlike the usual. Yours is red—the color of blood—with black lace details. It is the perfect blend of religion and sin, a nun’s habit styled like lingerie.

"What are you?" the priest asks, not in fear, but with a steady gaze fixed on you. You rise and slowly walk toward him, your steps deliberate, as he retreats. You can see his eyes searching for answers, trying to comprehend what you are.

"I am merely a concerned devotee, worried about who is managing this church, of course. Father, it shouldn’t be me reminding you that sin is wrong. But I think you already know it’s wrong—you just can’t stop. If the wounds on your back tell me anything, it’s that you enjoy punishing yourself for being a naughty boy. Let’s just say I’m your newest form of penance." You speak as you circle around Father Mayhew, who watches you with a gaze of fascination. In truth, you had peeked into the mortal priest’s sinful mind, discovering exactly how to become an irresistible vision for him.

"Why are you tormenting me?" Father Mayhew keeps his eyes fixed on you as you walk through the church, surveying what is supposed to be sacred ground. It’s remarkable, entering the so-called house of God, where sins lurk behind the angelic façade, just as Father Mayhew hides his dark thoughts beneath his cassock. You smile as your fingers glide over the candles, feeling the warmth of their flames between your fingertips.

"Me? Tormenting you? I’m simply fascinated by that devilishly handsome face of yours and the way you blend love for religion with the lust locked away inside you. Sister Megan must have had quite the time running her little fingers over you. Honestly, you, Father, are trouble, and I want to help you." You speak, captivated by the lust in his eyes, even as he remains partly afraid that you might be a punishment from the devil himself. You move closer, touching his cassock, tracing your finger over the places where he is wounded, where he hurt himself.

"More…" he whispers, closing his eyes as he feels your touch. He begins to moan softly from the pain you’re inflicting. Your fingers tighten their grip on the bruises on his back as he groans heavily. You bring your lips closer to the back of his neck, placing a few kisses there.

"Father, Father, Father. You're visibly excited in the middle of the church. What would the Bishop say about this? Or your faithful and devoted followers, who trust that their priest will be the purest of men?" You speak softly against the back of his neck, feeling him shiver. He turns to look at you, eyes thirsty for the pleasure of the flesh.

"It doesn’t matter, not really. 1 John 1:9, 'If we confess our sins, He is faithful and just to forgive us our sins and to cleanse us from all unrighteousness.' God, in His glory, will understand that in the face of temptation, I could not resist my sinful nature, and for that, I have failed in His eyes." Father Mayhew speaks, his eyes lingering on every detail of your face, but especially your lips. In his depraved mind, he’s already imagining. Imagining how his cock would fit perfectly between your lips, or how your moans must be as delicious as the tone of your voice. He lets his imagination of touching you, tasting you take over and lightly places his fingers under your lips, massaging them.

"Father, you are a perfect creature, but you are trapped beneath this mask of a devout religious man. I promise I will return here to unlock your true potential. Until then, remain under the flame of lust. Oh, and keep recording those workout videos; you have no idea how many souls your face and body corrupt. Now, to seal our first encounter together, repeat after me: I, Father Charlie Mayhew, accept your demonic presence to torment me for as long as necessary, committing myself to serve you." You say, gazing deeply into his eyes, as he seems lost in you. It takes him a moment to repeat your words, his eyes lingering on your attire, contemplating the implications of becoming entangled with you.

"Was that all?" He asks after repeating your words, his tone low as if he’s embarrassed. "When will I see you again?" There’s a note of desperation in Father Mayhew's question, as he watches you, trying to memorize every detail. You smile, thinking that he probably wants to remember you so he can indulge in pleasure later.

"You'll see me when the time is right. In the meantime, keep being a naughty boy," you say, caressing his face. Then, with a single finger, you touch his lips, slicing them open. He lets out a soft moan as blood begins to seep from his mouth. "Now it's time for my triumphant exit. Goodbye, Father," you say, leaning in to kiss him, as if to draw his very soul through his lips. The taste of his blood lingers in your mouth, sealing the recent pact between you. You lick his lips and then disappear. Like an illusion, you are no longer there.

[prowishpriest]

Beginning of the fall, isn't it?

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[absurdthirst]

Thy Kingdom Cum {Priest!Ezra x Nun!F!Reader}

Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 9.1k

Warnings: Blasphemy, inaccuracies with nuns/religious inaccuracies, religious guilt, lust, desire, demonic possession, dark intentions, sexual corruption, loss of innocence, virgin reader, oral sex (male and female receiving), vaginal sex, unprotected sex, dirty talk, derogatory language, sex in a confessional, cock riding, pregnancy, mentions of prophesy, end of times, unnatural childbirth, death

Comments: The new priest's arrival to your parish has you doubting your commitment to God.

A/N: Spooky season demands horror.

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You remember the day you first met him. The new priest. You were just finishing up your prayers when he strode in, a wide grin on his face, and your fellow nuns looked up at him from their bibles. Your eyes widened and your first thought was how handsome he is. His dark eyes are gorgeous and your stomach clenched. You immediately looked back down at your bible, asking God for forgiveness for your lust.

“Praise be to God for such a beautiful sight for sinful eyes.” Ezra smiles as he takes in the sight of the nuns bent over in prayer, his eyes flashing slightly before they settle into a benevolent expression. “Forgive my brash introduction, my name is Ezra. I believe that the Monsignor has assigned this flock to be guided by my firm and loving hand.” 

You shouldn’t be feeling this way. The tightening in your stomach, the wetness between your thighs, but his presence has forever changed you. When you joined the abbey, you prayed for happiness, for peace away from your violent father, and sought refuge in the only place you could run to without money. You were prepared to dedicate your life and your body to God. You were ready to sacrifice your dream of marriage and children in pursuit of a holier purpose. This man arriving has put your decision in doubt. He left the circle of women, striding off with the bishop to see his new quarters. Your friend, Natalia, looked over at you with raised eyebrows but you shook your head, trying to rid yourself of your lustful thoughts. It’s a sin.

****

It’s been a few days since Father Ezra arrived and you have been working hard with the children in the school. You teach the younger ones reading and writing skills and you are heading back to your room when you bump into him. Literally. “Father Ezra. Apologies. I wasn’t looking where I was going.” You confess, lowering your hand from his chest as you step back to look at him.

“Do not worry about extending apologies, little bird.” Ezra hums, nodding to with a charming smile that he knows lowers defenses. “A humble mistake is not any reason to fret. Where are you off to in such a hurry?” It might be considered ungentlemanly to ask, but even though he is a man of the cloth, Ezra has never considered himself a gentleman. He is too raw for that. “Needing some time on your knees?”

You swallow, your throat suddenly dry as you imagine sinking down to your knees in front of him. “Ye-yes. I must pray today. My thoughts have been…sinful.” You confess, “I need to pray and ask for forgiveness, Father.” You admit, unable to stop yourself from looking up at him from under your lashes.

Ezra frowns, feigning concern as he leans closer, cupping your elbow. “My child, do you wish to confess?” He asks, his voice slipping low and taking on a seductive tone. “Releasing you from your ….. burdens always makes them seem insignificant once you are sated, purged of the sin.”

Your mouth drops open at the tone of his voice and it’s seductive, making your stomach twist and your cunt clench. This is wrong. So wrong. “I- I cannot confess what I am feeling when I have not felt it before, Father. I must - I must go.” You choke out, ripping your elbow from his grip and you rush down the hall. When you arrive at your door, you slam it behind you and rush over to the bed, pushing your dress up, your fingers slip beneath the elastic of your panties and you cover your mouth to stop your moan when your fingers brush your clit. “God forgive me.” You plead into your palm as you imagine Ezra’s fingers inside you.

If you had turned around, you would have seen Ezra’s eyes turn black as night, the whites of his eyes gone. The demon inside chuckling at the confusion and turmoil brewing inside you. “That is my little bird.” He hums to himself, knowing you are perfect. Blinking and his eyes change back to normal, adopting a peaceful smile as he continues to walk down the hall past your room just in time to hear your muffled moan.

****

Your fingers grip your skirt as you sit in the pew, Father Ezra is giving his sermon to the congregation and you can't help but focus on his thick fingers as he gestures while he speaks. His voice is deep, slightly raspy from the damp that lingers in the church, and you squeeze your thighs together. You shouldn't feel this way but he's haunted you. The way he smells as he passes you in the hall. The chuckle that vibrates through you. The dark eyes that seem to see right through you. You have touched yourself and begged the Lord to forgive you.

“Have you gotten on your knees today?” Ezra asks the crowd of church goers, but his eyes focus on the rows that house the nuns. Searching for one in particular. Watching as your shoulders curl in shame. He has not seen you in confession, nor heard your voice. He would know if you had been in there, he had volunteered to take every shift lately, just to see if you would confess. “Have you laid yourself bare for the Holy Spirit to enter you?”

A squeak escapes your lips and Natalia looks over at you, her eyebrows raised, and you shake your head, focusing on the wooden pew in front of you. Ezra's words made your cunt clench and you nearly rip your skirt as you try to focus on the Lord and not on his mouthpiece who is making you feel hot under your headpiece.

“You should be Lord’s vessel. Let him fill you. Take pleasure from it.” Ezra’s lips curl when your eyes widen and your head dips lower. Imagining the dirty thoughts that are flowing through your innocent mind. The audience nods along, and he hums. “To do so will bring you joy, such joy that you will be screaming to the heavens.”

You swallow harshly, shifting on the uncomfortable wooden pew, and you imagine Ezra looming above you, making you scream. Your impure thoughts should make the Lord strike you here and now, but you remain in your place, imagining dirty things while Ezra’s voice echoes in your ears.

He sees you squirm, satisfied that he has curled under your skin and poked at the awakening desires that you have long tamped down. He knows his face is appealing, his body - though it is clothed in the boring robes of a priest - is fit and healthy. He is attractive and he knows how to use that against you. “There is no shame in seeking out the Lord.” He coos. “Come closer and you will be rewarded.”

It seems to take forever but soon, Ezra is stepping down from the pulpit and shaking the hands of the congregation while the nuns stand and greet other worshippers. Some children from the school are with their parents and a couple come over to you with their son, Victor. “Oh Victor comes home and rambles on and on about his favorite teacher.” His mom coos and you smile, “he’s a wonderful student. We are lucky to have him.” His mom tuts, “the children are lucky to have you- oh, Father. Please, you must hear this. Victor simply adores his favorite teacher. You must ensure she is rewarded somehow.”

Ezra smiles, his eyes alight with delight as he takes the woman’s hand and holds it in his. “Of course I will.” He winks at Victor, who frowns at the priest. He doesn’t like Ezra, although he is always told to hush when he says such things. Ezra says your name breezily; his tongue rolling over the letters like honey. “-is a fine nun. One of my best.” He adds, looking towards you. “So giving, so obedient.”

You barely suppress your shiver at his words and he leans a little closer to you or did you imagine that? “I try to serve the Lord as best I can.” You offer Victor and his parents a smile before they bid you goodbye, leaving you with Father Ezra. “That was very nice of you, Father.” You murmur, keeping your gaze across the room until you turn to look at him and those dark eyes capture you in their depths.

He tilts his head in curiosity. “You do not think you deserve a reward?” He asks, surprised by the fact you had not leapt at the chance. “No.” You shake your head and he tuts. “Everyone deserves rewards for their good deeds.” He purrs, reaching for your hand and clasping it between his. Despite looking completely innocent to the others passing by, his finger strokes your palm gently.

You inhale shakily, your eyes on his as he smiles softly. “I do not deserve a reward. I have sinned. I need a punishment. I think…I wish to confess to my sins, Father.” You murmur and his smile turns into a smirk, “I shall be in the booth in ten minutes.” You nod, hands hot when he releases one of them, and he makes his way through the crowd. Your heart is pounding and you know you need to confess so you may repent for your lustful thoughts.

Ezra slides into the booth, ignoring taking sacrament for himself like he always does and opens the door that connects the confessional. Eagerly awaiting your arrival to hear what sins you have committed.

You watch as the congregation leaves and you inhale deeply as you make your way to the booth. It appears that no one wants to confess today so you are alone when you pull the curtain aside and settle on the hard bench. You make a cross on your chest and close your eyes, “bless me Father for I have sinned. It’s been three weeks and two days since I last confessed.” Funnily enough, that was the same time Ezra arrived.

“That is a long time, little bird.” Ezra tuts softly, noting that you had confessed right before he had arrived. “Surely your sins are not so great as to be such a burden on your shoulders. Tell me of them.”

Your stomach twists and you fidget on the seat. “I- I have lustful thoughts. Constantly. I see - I see this man and it’s - it’s like I cannot control myself. I find myself getting…getting wet and I dream about him. I wake up aching and I have to relieve myself. I have sinned by touching myself. I feel like I’m out of control. Driven by lust and I need relief. I need God to take these feelings away from me so I can focus on being Godly, on being a good girl.”

“What do you imagine doing with this man?” He asks, his voice slipping lower as he leans into the screen. “What have you imagined doing to him, or him to you that would inspire such actions?”

His deep voice makes you shiver and you lean closer to the screen that separates you from him. “I imagine…him touching me. Me touching him.” You confess with an almost whisper. “Touching?” He hums and you swallow, “I think about kneeling down and-” Ezra smirks but you can’t see, “and?” You inhale shakily, “taking his penis into my mouth. I imagine him touching me. Squeezing my - my breasts and sliding his hand into my pa-panties.” You manage to squeak out.

Ezra’s cock twitches, smirking to himself as he hums. “You imagine this man having sex with you?” He asks. “Carnal lust? Have you ever sinned like this before or are you pure?” It’s simply to know, to see if you will tell him the truth. He knows you are innocent and he likes that.

You grip your skirt in your fingers, almost ripping the material as you confess softly, “I am pure. I- I imagine him having sex with me. Taking me like - like a whore.” You admit, “please forgive me.” You rush out, knowing you shouldn’t be feeling like this.

“It is not my place to forgive you, or judge you.” He reminds you. “I am just as flawed as you. Burdened by the same temptations of the flesh.” He licks his lips. “Pleasure was created by God. We are made in his image. So God must understand our lust.”

You nod, agreeing with Father Ezra, "so what do I do? I took a vow, pledged myself to the Lord and I am struggling to maintain that vow. The devil beckons me to the darkness and I am slipping, the temptation is too much." You confess breathlessly.

“You must spend time with this man.” Ezra councils. “Learn that he is flawed like you. Spend as much time with him as you can. Acclimate to your desires.”

You nod despite him not being able to see you. "Father...if that is your suggestion, may we begin bible study together? I wish to spend time with you." You confess your attraction to him with burning cheeks but you need to quell the desire you have for him.

Ezra makes a faux sound of surprise, as if he was unaware of your thoughts towards him. “Little bird, come to my quarters tonight.” He urges you. “Together we will conquer this temptation.”

You sigh a little in relief, “I will bring my bible and my rosary, Father.” You promise and you don’t see the grin on his face as he dismisses you. The rest of the day seems to drag and you are reprimanded by the abbess until you are finished with your work. You exhale shakily as you make your way down the halls to Father Ezra’s quarters. Bible in hand as you knock on his door.

Ezra opens the door, a small smile on his face as he greets you. “Come in.” He motions you inside his apartment and closes the door behind you. His frock has been set aside, dressed in casual clothes as he moves towards the small kitchen. “Would you like some tea?” He offers.

You glance around at his place, so much bigger than your shared room, and you nod, "that would be lovely." You set your bible down on the table and he gestures for you to sit. You go to pull out the chair but he shakes his head, "sit on the sofa. Much more comfortable." Your stomach twists and you take a seat, adjusting your skirt.

Ezra busies himself, pouring the tea that he had already made and brings two cups over to the sofa to sit beside you. “So. I think we should address the elephant in the room.” He chuckles quietly, setting the cups down on the coffee table and he puts his hand on your knee. “You are sexually attracted to me.” He hums bluntly. “And I find you to be a most ravishing creature, fueling impure thoughts as I stroke my cock at night.”

Your eyes widen as you look at him, his face calm and neutral as he speaks and your cunt clenches at the dark look in his eye that gives away his desires. “Tell me about them.” You plead breathlessly, wanting to hear more from his lips.

He nods seriously, even though he is giddy that you are playing into his hands. His thumb brushes your knee gently, moving up slightly under your skirt. “Your bare body, spread out for me to worship. That’s what I would be doing. Worshiping you with my tongue, my lips. Tasting your sex and licking you until you are weeping my name.” His voice is set at a low growl, watching you intently as he speaks. “Sucking at your breasts, kissing your lips, covering you with my seed.”

You whimper, unable to stop yourself, and you watch him as he licks his lips almost as if he’s tasting you already. “God forgive me.” You choke, shifting to stand up but his grip on your knee tightens, “God will forgive you. This is natural, little bird. You are Eve. I am Adam.” He murmurs, leaning closer and you breathe him in. “It’s natural.” You repeat his reasoning, “it’s how it should be.” You murmur, eyes flicking down to his lips. “The way God intended.” Ezra hums and you choke, “God forgive us.” You gasp and surge forward, pressing your lips to his.

Ezra groans in triumph, pulling you close as your lips collide with his. It’s inelegant, unpracticed, but that just makes the sensation even more intoxicating. Feeling your breath catch in your throat when his tongue slides along your lips, your gasp gives him the access he craves. Devouring your innocence and stripping it away from you. Your breasts are pressed against his chest and he immediately pulls off your veil, uncovering your hair and running his hands over it possessively. 

You moan into his mouth, your fingers gripping his shirt in a desperate need to get closer to him. His tongue slides against yours and you desperately want to be good for him. To please him like he’s God himself. Your hands caress his chest, eager to touch every part of him you can reach.

Ezra licks into your mouth for a long moment, until you are panting and he pulls away. “Get on your knees for me, little bird.” He coos, stroking your cheek and running his thumb over your lips. “Your wish of sucking my cock will come true. The supplication of your mouth shall make your cunt drip like a river of honey.”

You know you should get up and leave but you can’t. It’s like something is holding you there and you can’t help yourself. You shift onto your knees, eager for him and you watch as he chuckles, reaching for his belt.

Ezra smirks as he flicks the leather out of the loops of his pants. “My little bird, on her knees waiting for me to fill her mouth.” He coos, pulling the belt free and then unbuttoning his trousers to unzip them.

You have never seen a naked man in real life. You’ve seen photos, art mainly, and your eyes widen when you see his cock. He’s thick and the tip of him is red as he hardens in front of your face. “Tell me what to do.” You demand, wanting to please him.

Reaching for your hand, he helps you wrap your fingers around his length. Groaning your name as he moves it up down his shaft slowly. “Just like this.” He instructs. “Firmly. Feel how hard I am for you?”

You watch in rapture, feeling the hot velvety length of his cock in your grip and you want to please him. Your panties are slick, almost uncomfortable as you look up at him. “I did this to you?” You ask, biting your lower lip as you try to concentrate.

“You have brought me to this point of aching need.” He groans, nodding. 

You whimper at his words, leaning forward, “I want to taste you.” You naively wrap your lips around the head, surprised at the salty taste, but you hum, enjoying it and his reaction as his chest heaves.

Ezra grits his teeth together, his fingers curling around your hair and he barely resists pulling it. “That’s it, little bird.” He hisses through his teeth, narrowing his vision on where you are lapping at the tip innocently.

“Supplicate yourself like a whore. Open your mouth wider and worship my cock like it is your god.”

Your cunt clenches at his words and you open your mouth wider, taking his cock deeper into your mouth. You moan, closing your eyes but his voice snaps at you, “eyes on me.” You look up at him and inhale sharply, nearly choking on him when you see his eyes flash black for a brief moment until they return back to the deep brown. His hand caresses your cheek and you focus on his cock again, gripping the length you can’t fit into your mouth.

He can smell how wet you are. “You dreamed of this, little bird. Serving me like this. On your knees like the common whore you want to be. Your pretty little untouched cunt weeping for my cock to fill it.” He groans, smirking down at you. “Hmmm, that’s right. I know you want me to stretch you out on my cock. Ruin you. Make you ache while you say your Hail Mary’s.”

You moan around his cock, knowing you should be struck for thinking these things let alone doing them. You'd be dripping onto the floor if you weren't wearing panties. You grip his cock a little harder and he hisses, making you loosen your grip.

“No.” Ezra grunts, grabbing your chin and squeezing. “Don’t let up.” He urges you. “Your mouth would bring me to my knees if I were standing. Such innocent debauchery.”

His words have your heartbeat sounding in your ears and you feel like you’re on fire. You moan around him and squeeze his cock again. When you take him too deep, you choke, spit flying as you sputter and he tuts, “you can do it, little bird.” You catch your breath and take him back into your mouth.

He watches in rapture as your throat stretches around him. Sliding his hand down to feel the bulge of your neck and groaning your name filthily. “No greater beauty to witness than your sin.”

His words make you whimper around him and you slide your hand down to cup his balls, acting on instinct, and you moan when he tilts his head back, displaying his neck as he groans. You want to taste him. All of him.

The sound that pour out of his mouth are filthy; worthy of any porno that could be produced and he starts to rock his hips up. “Just a cock hungry little whore, aren’t you?” He growls, gripping your shoulder as he leans back. “Singing praises to god but daydreaming about drinking my cum down with that same mouth.”

You want him to fall apart for you, to spill down your throat, to fill you with your sins. His fingers dig into your shoulder and you don’t get a warning when he lets out a strangled cry as he starts to cum. Hot spurts of seed hit the back of your throat and you struggle to swallow as he grabs the back of your head to keep you in place.

His growls are feral, dark. Eyes closed so you don’t see the darkness inside him. Enjoying the way your throat closes around him. Drinking him down and gasping around his length when you are overwhelmed  by how much he is cumming.

You sputter as it becomes too much, cum dripping down your chin, and you look up at him as his fist clenched and his grip on your neck starts to hurt. “Father.” You gasp when he pulls his cock from your mouth, “Ezra.”

“Now it is your turn, little bird.” He smirks, grabbing your hand and pulling you to your feet to drag you towards his bed. Unlike the ones in the nun’s rooms, he has a full sized bed so there is more room to stretch out.

You stumble as he drags you until he spins you and pushes you down on the bed. Your body is heated, desperate for him to strip you down and ruin you. You’re already sinned. You are all in. “Ezra.” You gasp when his hands drag the shift from your body.

You are his. Ezra hums as he looks down on you. His hands sliding over your body greedily. Gorging himself on the feel of your flesh beneath his hands. “More beautiful than the heavens.” He coos softly. “Surely your body was created by a being of pleasure.”

His words wash over you and you shiver under his touch, “we are all created in His image.” You murmur, eyes opening to look up as he looms above you. He looks like an angel and devil all wrapped in one and you are prepared to let him destroy you.

His own clothes are shredded from his frame. Eager to debase you, defile you. He wraps his hand around his still softened cock and squeezes it. “Now you must learn why the church forbids making love with your mouth.” He smirks. “Because no one would want to stop.”

You watch as he kneels on the bed and almost slithers up your legs like the snake who seduced Eve and you can understand her when Ezra settles between your legs. His dark eyes trail along your body and he pushes your thighs apart. "Don't be embarrassed, little bird. You are made from Him. You are mine." He groans and leans closer to nudge your folds with his nose. Looking up at you with a smirk and your chest heaves at the shine on the tip of his aquiline nose. "Shit." You curse, unable to find the words.

He watches as he opens his mouth and slowly devours you. Taking your cunt into his mouth like he is biting into the juiciest peach. Groaning at your silky innocence. The surprise in your eyes when the sublime sensation of his tongue slides through your folds for the first time. He hums as he teases you with the slow, luxurious assault.

You can't stop the moan that escapes your lips if you try. Your back arches as a wetness you've never experienced between your legs makes you cry out. He's slow and methodical, making you whimper in response. "Ezra." You gasp, when he flicks the tip of his tongue over your clit.

He chuckles and pulls away just long enough to see a pout starting to form on your lips. “Father Ezra.” He corrects, lips twisting into a wicked grin. “My dear, sweet sister.”

His words, albeit innocent in another context, make you shudder with lust. So devilish. "Father Ezra." You moan, "please." You beg, needing his mouth back on your clit.

“As you command.” He winks at you and starts to devour you again. This time making it filthy. Pulling sounds from your cunt by the slide of his tongue and adding his own sounds to make it sound even more wicked.

He sucks on your fold, pulling it up and you whine at the sensation. It's more than you've ever done to yourself when you guiltily slid your hand into your panties at night when Natalia slept. Your fingers on one hand tangle in his hair while the other hand squeezes your breast, lost in the pleasure.

You give yourself completely over to the sensations, to the sin of lust. Making Ezra growl as he pushes his tongue inside your cunt, his nose pressed to your clit as he spears the muscle inside you.

You have read about heaven in so many ways but never have you read about reaching heaven before death. On a man's tongue. You swear you see angels as he laps deep inside your pussy and sends you soaring. "Oh God." You gasp, thighs squeezing his head and he pulls back for a second, "God ain't here, little bird. I am." He smirks before he dives back in and his sinful nature makes your stomach clench. "Fuck." You curse, the word feeling foreign but so right for the moment.

He smirks into your sex, knowing that soon enough you will be crying out that word again and again. When he fills you with his cock and actually fucks you. Claiming you for himself and stealing you from God. Now, he grips your hips and eats your cunt like he is starved for it. Pushing you closer to the edge with every flick of his tongue.

You feel like your heart is about to beat out of your chest but in the best way. You tug on his hair, pushing him impossibly further into your sex and he growls, the vibrations making your eyes roll into the back of your head. "Ez- Father Ezra!" You cry, panting as you fall apart for him, his tongue squashed by your clenching walls as you shake for him.

Your cunt gushes for him. Flooding his mouth, his face, with your juices. Gifting hun with the rewards of making you cum just like he had earlier. His cock is hard again, pressing against the bed and leaking all over the sheets as he works you through your first orgasm by another person.

You sigh in bliss, feeling boneless, and Ezra smirks as he looks up at you. “Good, little bird?” You nod, “so good. I- I want more.” You declare, greedy for him, for the pleasure you’ve denied yourself for so long.

He grins, triumphant and eager to slide inside you before you change your mind. He nods and slithers back up your body, kissing your lips and letting you taste yourself.

You grab his cheeks, sliding your tongue against his, and you feel his hard cock pressing into your thigh as he hovers over you. “Make me yours. Take what belongs to you.” You demand, wanton as the pleasure lingers.

The permission granted, Ezra growls your name, moving his hand between your bodies to position himself at your virgin entrance. “Mine, little bird. Your wings are clipped and in my cage you shall remain.”

His words make you moan and he starts to push himself into you. Your moan turns into a gasp, slightly pained, as he starts to stretch you out. “Oh God.” You murmur, closing your eyes as you try to breathe.

“God isn’t here.” He reminds you, voice raspy and dark. He feels the resistance your body give, pausing for a second before he snaps his hips forward and buries himself to the hilt.

Your cry of pain is swallowed by him when he surges down to press his lips to yours. “It’s okay, little bird.” He promises, pecking your lips, and you whimper into his mouth while his hand caresses your slide, sliding up to squeeze your breast.

You feel like a glove, hot and tight around him. Fitted to his cock perfectly. Ezra groans your name. “Perfection.” He praises breathlessly. “You are the epitome of perfection. Exactly as you were intended, impaled on my cock and filled with me.”

You moan at his words, dripping in lust and sin, and you are his now. Your vow to God long forgotten as you clench around his cock, adjusting to the foreign feel of his thickness stretching you out. “Corrupt me. Ruin me.” You beg, lifting your legs to push on his ass with your heels.

He smirks as he starts to move. Hearing exactly what he wanted to hear coming out of your mouth. He grunts, filth starting to pour out of him as he rocks his hips. “Such a tight little cunt. Squeezing around my cock. A natural slut, just begging for me to fuck you, aren’t you? Yeah, you’re my slut now.”

You whimper, unable to stop yourself as you nod, “yes. Yes. Yours. Please, Father Ezra. Take what is yours.” You plead pathetically, losing your dignity as he thrusts into you. You whine when he pushes deep and your hands slide along his back, “I’m yours.”

Ezra loses himself in you. Your whimpers and whines of pleasure spur him on. Pumping deep and hard into your tight cunt and loving the way your body takes him. He growls in your ear, bites along your jaw and hisses in pleasure when your walls flutter around him.

You can do nothing but submit to him. Letting him use your body for his pleasure. His cock pushes deep and you whimper when he kisses along your jaw. “Oh God.” You gasp when he lowers his hips and pelvis rubs against your clit.

He chuckles and bites your lip. “Better than god, my sweet little one.” He coos. “God doesn’t make you feel like this.”

“N-no. He doesn’t. Have never felt like this before. Shit. It’s so good. Sinning feels so good.” You confess against his chin, moaning his name again. “Faith has never made me feel like my body is on fire.”

“It can’t.” He agrees. “It’s too selfish to provide you with pleasure like this.” He leans down and kisses you again, sliding his tongue into your mouth while his hand slips between your bodies. Eager to feel you cum on his cock.

His fingers on your clit has you clenching around his cock, your moan swallowed by his tongue, and your nails scratch down his back. He rocks into you, his fingers rubbing your clit, and you are so close. The same feeling you've experienced when you've sinned in your bed in the middle of the night. This is more intense than that. "Fuck." You moan, wrapping your legs around his hips as he pushes deep and it only takes another swipe of his fingers before you fall apart beneath him.

His grin twists wickedly. Grunting in satisfaction as your walls quiver around him, soaking him in squelching gushes. “That’s it. That’s it, girl.” He growls, pulling his hand away to brace his weight over you. His other hand pushing one of your legs back towards your stomach.

Your mouth is open but no noise comes from you as he continues thrusting into you. Your breath is stolen from you when he growls, pushing deep, and he starts to pulse inside you. "Fill me. Destroy me. Claim me." You gasp, needing to feel him.

Ezra hisses, the sound inhuman as he pounds into you. “You’re mine.” He promises. “Until the end of time, you are mine. Not God’s. Never God’s. MINE!” With a roar, he pushes deep, painting your womb with his seed and grunting harshly as he buried his face in your neck.

Your mind is blank to anything but Ezra. Your body belongs to him and you moan his name when he kisses down your neck. “I’m yours. Yours. Only yours.” You vow as he rocks himself through his orgasm. You caress his back, trying to come back to yourself as you feel boneless.

He knows that your womb has been filled. His mission has been accomplished and there is no way for you to turn back now. Ezra kisses your lips again and smirks.

You relax beneath him, mind whirling with the pleasure and the lust you feel for the man above you. He pulls back and you offer him a lazy smile, eyes still glazed over. “Can we do that again?” You ask breathlessly, wanting to have him inside you, making you see heaven, over and over again.

“As many times as you want.” He hums. Twitching inside you. “The craving for more will just grow as time goes on. The need for it will become addictive.”

You caress his back and hum, knowing you’ll want him again and again. “God help me.” You giggle, knowing you’ve unleashed a monster that will crave him now. 

**** 

“Fuck, Ez. Keep - keep going.” You cry out, gripping his headboard as he pushes into you from behind. It’s been a week of sneaking into his quarters at night. Lust driving your thoughts and actions, making you think about him during bible study. Watching him as he gives his homily. Wet as his eyes meet yours. “That’s it, little bird. Take it. Take what I give you.” He growls, his fingers digging into your hips. It doesn’t take long for you to fall apart, Ezra following you as he fills you up with his hot seed. 

**** 

“Father. I’d like to confess.” You murmur to Ezra once he finishes bidding the congregation goodbye after the mass. “I have sinned.”

Ezra adopts a very concerned look as he glances around, touching your elbow and guiding you away from where the altar boys are extinguishing the candles. “My sweet sister, I cannot believe that you have done anything to warrant such a statement.” He murmurs ironically since you had listened to his sermon with his cum crusting your pussy, dripping into your panties. 

You let him guide you over to the booth and you smirk knowing that no one is watching. “Come, unburden yourself.” Ezra says as you settle into the booth and he sits on the other side, opening the door that separates the booths. “Forgive me, Father, for I have sinned.” You confess, looking at him with wide eyes. “Tell me what you have done, sweet sister.” He murmurs and you smirk, standing up and shifting to straddle him. “I have taken a man inside me. Over and over again. I crave his cock. His pleasure. I want him to fill me again and again until I can’t take it anymore. I want him to fuck me like he’s fucked me so many times.” You lean in to kiss his jaw between your words.

He chuckles quietly, running his hands down and squeezing your ass as he rocks you on top of his cock. “Is that so?” He hums, turning and pressing his lips to yours. “Why have you turned so craven, sister? What inspires you to want this man?”

“His smile. His eyes. His laugh. His strong arms. His intelligence. His fingers. His tongue. His cock.” You grin, grinding down onto him as you slide your tongue along his lower lip, knowing you could be caught but you don’t care.

Ezra groans. So pleased with your dive into pleasure. You have become so addicted to the carnal lust that swims between you. Every day his cock pounds into you, sometimes with his hand over your mouth to keep from screaming too loudly. “And does he want you just as much?” He asks with a smirk.

“I like to think so.” You murmur, kissing his upper lip, “unless his hard cock is because he’s thinking of someone else.” You reach down between you to squeeze his cock through his pants.

“No one else could occupy my thoughts.” He twitches against your palm and he rocks his hips up. “You should get on your knees and repent for your sin.” He grunts, leaning in and kissing you. “Reciting your catechisms with your mouth full.”

You peck his lips, “there’s no room in here unless I am outside the booth. I want you inside me. Now.” You fumble with his belt, wanting him to fuck you. Cum inside you again. Let me repent with you inside me, I can give you my Hail Mary’s.”

He chuckles, not stopping you and his hands slide under your habit. “No underwear.” He tuts, clicking his tongue in mock disapproval. “Someone was thinking of sinning when they dressed.”

You moan when his fingers slide through your folds and you rock down onto his digits as you snake your hand into his pants to pull his hard cock out. “What got you so hard, Father?” You coo playfully, leaning in to kiss his jaw.

“A sinner.” He pants, twitching in your grip. “A filthy little whore who pretends to be so pious, so godly.” He chuckles. “She is depraved.”

You giggle, kissing along his jaw, “I am depraved. Thinking about you all the time. Have me addicted to you, Father Ezra. I’m your whore. Your sinner.” You tease as you squeeze him and shift your hips higher, “let me ride you.”

Ezra nods, turning and kissing your chin as you position yourself. Groaning your name quietly as you sink down on him. The familiar heat of your pussy surrounding him and squeezing him tight.

“Shit.” You curse as he stretches you out. You are breathless every time he is inside you and you caress his chest over his shirt, sliding your hands up to his dog collar. “A man of the cloth.” You scoff, “you enjoy being inside me. Taking what you want. Fuck God.” You whisper harshly.

He chuckles wickedly. “You have no idea, sweetheart.” He coos, eyes flashing inky black for a moment but you don’t notice, too entranced by how his cock shreds up inside your tight cunt.

You grip his collar as you start to move, grinding down onto his cock with a muffled moan as you kiss his jaw. “Jesus.” You murmur, now unable to hold yourself back from cursing the Lord. He’s unleashed something from inside you and you can’t put it back in its place. Your vow to God has been forgotten as you worship Ezra and his body.

He surges up and presses his lips to yours, not wanting hear that name from your mouth right now. He would rather swallow your moans and feel your body shake in pleasure that he promises you, right here in this confessional.

You know you could be caught right here in the confessional but you don’t care. You grind down onto his cock, moaning when he hits deep, and you whimper when he rocks his hips up into you. “Oh God. Yes.” You hiss, reaching for his hand to bring it under your bunched up skirt to push his digits against your clit.

He growls, biting down on your lip and hissing as he starts to rub. Wanting to feel you come apart on his cock. Wanting to feel the heat of your orgasm.

You surge forward to press your lips to his, wanting to smother your cry as your walls flutter around his cock. He’s so good inside you and you can’t seem to get enough of him. He hisses as you start to cum, jerking on top of him as you clamp down on his cock.

The couplings have been so fierce, so wild that Ezra starts to cum right after you do. Filling you up again and moaning into your mouth.

You feel him twitch inside you and you cup his cheeks, keeping him close as you rock your hips to ride through your orgasm. You love it. The feeling of bliss. The blankness in your mind. It’s addictive. He’s addictive. “I love you.” You breathe into his mouth, unable to stop yourself.

He had been waiting for you to say that. Feeling the shift in your emotions, the way you kiss him. He pulls back and gives you the very best performance of his life. “Little bird, I love you.” He whispers breathlessly. “I have no yearning for the cloth like I once did. Only you have consumed my thoughts, my actions.” He leans in and kisses you again. “You have consumed my heart.”

You smile, heart pounding at his confession, and you love it. You love him. You caress his cheek down to his neck and you look at him. “I have to go. I have Sunday school to handle this afternoon. I’ll sneak into your room later?” You whisper and he nods, making you grin. You peck his lips and shift off his cock and you adjust your habit. “Gonna have your cum dripping down my thighs all day.” You wink as you sneak from the booth, rushing through the halls to your duties.

Ezra returns to his rooms later, after listening to more confessions and taking a stroll around the grounds. Everything is going perfect and he needs to convince you to leave the church, knowing the head nun will soon grow suspicious, your roommate already is. She had voiced her concerns in the confessional booth earlier, believing it to be the other priest behind the screen. He needs you to leave with him.

****

You bite your lip as you hold up the strip. You’d barely managed to sneak out to buy the test when you’d missed your period for the third month in a row. The first two months you’d put it down to stress and then prayed you were wrong. You aren’t stupid. You’ve been having sex with Ezra and you haven’t been using protection or birth control. You were naive and stupid and now you’re suffering the consequences. You clean up and rush to Ezra’s quarters, knocking on his door. He opens it and you push inside, “we need to talk.” You spit out and he tilts his head, not saying a word as he waits for you to continue and you swallow, heart pounding as you spit out “I’m pregnant.”

He has been waiting for this, closing the door behind you and shooting you a grin. “Pregnant?” He asks breathlessly, not upset, but elated. “My sweet little bird is carrying a bundle of joy?” He moves over to you and scoops you up into his arms. “You are perfect. Utterly perfect in every conceivable way.” He gushes. “We must make arrangements for our little one. Great plans.”

You are surprised that he isn’t angry, that he’s not cursing you for being so careless. “Ezra, my love, do you - you aren’t mad at me?” You ask, palms resting on his chest and you lean back to look up at him. “Mad? Why would I be mad?” He asks and you swallow harshly, “we-well, we - we have broken our vows to the church. They are going to find out and we will - we will be exiled. Is that what you wished? You’ll lose your home, your job. We have been reckless and selfish. We have betrayed God.”

“God does not matter.” Ezra shakes his head and pulls you close. “You love me, yes?” You nod, still looking confused and he smirks slightly, leaning in to kiss you again. “Then what we have done is not betraying God.” He reasons. “We have created a new life. We have been fruitful and we will multiply. I- I come from a wealthy family.” He reveals. “We will leave the church and have our child. All will be as it should.”

You nod, knowing the bishop will curse you but you know in your heart that this is God’s plan for you. You kiss Ezra, caressing his face, and you pull back to offer him a smile. “Our baby. Our life together.” You murmur and he grins, nudging your nose with his. “We shall leave tonight. I have a family home we can escape to. Go pack your things, little bird. We shall leave at midnight and begin our new life together.” You nod, “I’ll be ready.” He smacks your ass over your habit and you giggle, spinning out of his arms to go pack.

When you slip out of his room, Ezra starts to chuckle. “Everything has happened as it should.” He says to the empty room. His reflection in the mirror is far different from what you see when you look at him. You would have screamed and fainted at the sight. “Have the others prepare the house for our arrival. She must be comfortable while she carries.”

You rush back to your room and begin to pack, shoving your things under your bed so you can grab your bag later. You are anxious and nervous when you slide into bed and you watch the clock as it ticks on your desk. Natalie fidgets in her sleep and when the clock hits 11:59pm you are shoving your duvet aside to get out of bed. You’re fully dressed and you kneel down to grab your bag. Excitement twists in your stomach and you reach for the door handle when you hear Natalie say “I hope he’s worth it.” You turn to look at her, “he is. I love him. I’m having his baby.” She gasps and sits up in bed. “May God forgive you.” She says as you sneak out into the hall, gripping your bag as you head to the meeting point Ezra gave you.

Ezra smiles when you appear in the gardens. “I have spoken discreetly to my family.” He informs you as you rush into his arms. “There is a lake house waiting for us. We can stay there for as long as we wish. It’s a beautiful spot for you to rest while you grow our child.”

You are so excited, letting him guide you through the gardens to the door that will let you escape from the abbey. You take a deep breath and let Ezra guide you from the life you’ve always known. 

**** 

You sit on the porch, rubbing your bump as you look out at the lake. The sun is shining and you are due any day now. The months you’ve spent with Ezra in the lake house have solidified your love for him. Every day you wake up to him around you, his lips on your skin, and you can’t believe how happy he makes you. “How are you doing, little bird?” He asks as he steps onto the porch. You look over at him and smile, “all good. He’s kicking like crazy. I can’t wait to meet him.” You murmur, looking down at your bump.

“Soon enough.” He hums, holding out the cup of tea that has become a ritual for you to have. Since giving up your vow to God, you often wear shorts and a tank top, showing off more skin than you would ever show in your life in the nunnery. He sits down beside you and reaches over to caress your breast and then your stomach, smirking slightly. “They are feeling firm, milk is starting to come.”

You giggle, “you are insatiable. You’ll have me knocked up as soon as you can after this one is born.” You tease and Ezra chuckles, leaning in to kiss your cheek, “damn, you got me.” You place your hand over his and turn to look at him. “I don’t regret leaving. I don’t regret you. This. Us.” You softly kiss his lips, “I’ve never been so happy.”

“Good.” He looks into your eyes lovingly. “It is important to me, little bird. You and our child are my entire life.” He smiles. “My sweet, filthy little nun.”

You smirk, kissing his lips, until you pull back and have a sip of your tea. You’ll be having the baby soon and you will have a part of you and Ezra to adore. 

**** 

“Fuck!” You cry, the pain almost taking your breath away as you bend over the bed. “Little bird? The midwife is here.” Ezra says breathlessly as he rushes into the room, chest heaving with panic, and you grip the sheets. “It hurts, Ez. It hurts.” You choke as another contraction hits you. You’d agreed with Ezra that you wanted a home birth, not wanting to go to the hospital so the midwife rushes over to you and starts to check you over.

“It’s okay, little bird, you will be taken care of.” He promises, leaning down and kissing your forehead before he moves to get a cool cloth. “Soon the baby will be here and it will be all over.” He croons softly as he bathes your sweaty face with the damp rag.

You are shifted onto the bed, dressed in a loose gown, and the midwife checks you over. “You are not dilating yet.” She observes and you frown, “how? I have been in labor for hours. Since early hours of the - shit - morning. And the pains are minutes apart. How can it - oh God.” You cry, your stomach cramping, and you hiss when you feel like your bump is going to rip open. “What’s happening? Ezra!” You cry, reaching for him.

“It’s okay, my love.” He grins, taking your hand and rubbing your stomach eagerly. “Soon he will be here, ripped free from your body and born to the world.” He chuckles darkly. “The prophecy will be fulfilled.” 

You pant, feeling like the pain is taking your breath away. Ezra's words don't register as you cry out, feeling like you're about to burst open, and you reach down to touch your stomach, feeling the baby kicking like he's trying to get out. "Ezra. I don't - I'm scared. This isn't - fuck!" You scream as you feel like your insides are being torn apart. You don’t notice that the midwife seems frozen in place, unable to move or speak. 

“It’s okay.” He had planned for this, gently taking your hand and lifting your arm over your head. Pulling out the restraints he had tucked out of sight and securing your wrist. Dazed by pain and panicked, you don’t notice until he’s successfully secured both of your wrists. “He won’t be too much longer.”

Your eyes widen as you realize when you try to touch your stomach. "Oh my God. I- What - what are you - oh fuck!" You scream when your stomach is torn open, blood spreading on your gown and your eyes widen, your scream is toe curling.

Ezra’s expression is giddy, gleeful as he watches, his eyes black as night. “That’s it.” He coos, lifting your gown to expose the tear in your flesh as your baby tears free of your body. “Come into the world.”

You see his eyes go black and you scream, tugging against the restraints and you scream as the baby rips your skin, blood everywhere, and you are terrified, in agony, and Ezra watches in awe. "Ez." You choke, blood beginning to spill from your mouth.

Ezra coos, leaning down and pulling the baby free of your body and cradling him in his arms. He murmurs your name and presses his lips to your bloody ones, even though you jerk away from him. “You did perfect, little bird.”

Your blood pours from your shredded stomach, your heart breaking at the look in Ezra's eyes. "Wh-why?" You choke, sputtering as the blood sticks in your throat.

“The babe needed to be born to a virgin.” He tells you, reaching down and caressing your cheek. “What better virgin than one of God’s own?” He chuckles. “My sweet nun, you have given birth, given your life, so that Satan will walk the earth.” His voice changes, deepens from the sugary, southern accent to the demonic pitch that comes naturally and he grins. “The end of times has arrived.”

You choke on your own blood, unable to say anything as terror overwhelms your body when you hear his voice. You've brought about the end of times. You let a demon seduce you and now, you're going to die. You're going to die for your sins. "Don't fret, little bird. You won't be around to see it. The end of the world has just begun." Those are the last words you hear as Ezra bends down to press his lips to yours as you choke out your last breath. Ezra pulls back, lips covered in blood as he grins, looking down at the baby in his arms. His mission has been accomplished.

[connor-sent-by-cyberlife]

An Incubus in Disguise - New AU Idea

Cardinal Hank Anderson has dedicated his whole life to church and never struggled to follow its rules a single moment. Are these days about to end though?

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[silversoulss]

[goldbryn]

My demon!Bowser and priest!Luigi au. Wanna hear more? Wanna see more?

[zu-is-here]

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[uniquetosmbody]

How did demon Zoro and priest Sanji meet 🫣

I can't give an exact answer. So this au is completely free for your imagination.

But in my idea, Zoro was originally a "voice" in Sanji's head, which directed him to commit sins. he was just a voice whispering dirty things in Sanji's ear.

“Imagine, just imagine how he can make you feel good. Look at his hands, what they can do to you, where they can touch you…”

“Every night you pray, but maybe you want to do something else? I can make you feel good only with my voice, Church Boy. I can make you feel something you have never felt before. Just nod and listen to my voice~”

“Look, Curly boy, today I don’t even need to say anything to make you hard~”

Until one evening Zoro decided to show up completely.

“You thought stupid church with this cross on your chest can stop me? Oh boy, you don’t know anything about demons~”

[apollena-magdalenushka]

AU Vincent the Succubus

Translation:

"Okay priest, let's start with the advantages of rectal prolapse"

"Ja pierdole"

[actuallycassidyiambusy]