#sub priest

[crypticdesire]

thinking about fucking a priest while they wear this…

thoughts of dom amab reader and sub priest ahead !

thinking about tightening their collar and caressing the figure of jesus, reminding them how easily they disrespected the sacrifice for their sins because they’re so desperate to be touched.

it’s truly pathetic that someone of their status would give into the lure of physical pleasure rather than remain obedient to the one they vowed to dedicate their life to.

they’re practically begging for god’s wrath, so they at least deserve your sadistic punishments. you touch their skin with your lips and stimulate their carnal desires but they should be constantly reminded of their sacrilege, unable to be fully satisfied.

the chasity device they wear reminds them of their sin that is corrupting them, the feeling of the attached urethra rod emphasizing what a whore they are for submitting to another human when they have a higher purpose of pleasing god.

a lighted candle represents god’s presence, every drop of wax on the priest’s neck and chest feeling like jesus weeps over them, shedding scorching tears for the suffering and divine justice the priest has so readily subjected themselves to.

if they ever hope to redeem themselves, you’ll have to train them to be obedient again. they can start by taking the whole length of your cock into their mouth, cockwarming you as you pray for god to have mercy on them.

their cries of god’s holy name should drown out the creaking of the wooden pew you roughly fuck them against, and their eyes should remain open and fixed upon the alter.

they should beg god to allow them to withstand these trials lest members of their congregation find them fucked dumb and shrouded in the colorful lights of judgement that the stained glass windows cast on the sacred floor of the house of god.

[zestyhades]

“So you’ve come to confess? How long since your last confession?”

“Lustful urges? God always gives us trials of temptations my child. These urges are but God’s way of testing you”

“Thoughts of one of the father’s at the church? Do tell me more my child. You think of them doing what to you?”

“I see… the work of those against that is all good and holy surely have a dramatic hold on you for you to have these perverse thoughts… come out of the booth and see my eye to eye my child…”

“Ah look at you. The devil surely has a hold on you look. Look at those legs quivering and the lustful thoughts behind your eyes… I see you falling more and more into these temptations… we must act quickly”

“Stripping you and having you on the alter is necessary I’m afraid. These practices are unorthodox, but they are necessary to cleanse you before the almighty lord. Now… take the girth and length of a holy messenger of God and let’s purge you of these feelings”

“Shhh it’s okay my child. You’re doing well. I can feel how hard the devil has a hold of you. The feeling of you dripping out of your cunt is sure proof that the methods are working”

“I know it’s a lot to take, but if you wish to stay a child of the church, you must endure. Hold on for just a little longer. The seed of a priest is the only thing that can purge you now. You must submit to me my child”

[transbunnyboi]

Ohhhh god I cannot stop blushing thinking about this and I usually don’t post stuff like this but >\\\\\<

Convincing a priest that it isn’t sex unless he cums, and since I have a pretty cunt it’s completely okay that I’m a man!!!

so he gets to use my boycunt, him whimpering and trembling above me as he fucks my brains out on a pew. Him panting and crying because I’m so tight and warm and he’ll never forgive himself for giving into my seduction. I keep reminding him that if he doesn’t cum, it’s okay, and if he does, then, well, it’d be his fault.

I cum all over his cock as I stroke my t-dick, clenching around him even more before he forces himself to pull out so he won’t cum.

Seeing him every single night after that, edging him over and over and over…

[m00n-ang3l]

I feel like a naughty angel 🩷🤭

Please punish me god father 🩷🥺

[bitesized-pup]

Need a starving, desperate, pathetic priest to bury himself in my cunt and let me ride his face. He's certain he's going to hell but I'm fucking his mouth so nicely and I taste so good and my little moans and whines are so cute he can't help himself but to eat me out and cum untouched 🫶

[jesuistrestriste]

Missing the Mike Faist priest kink era 😭 still wait for the«  see you in the next Wednesday service » ahaha I’m wondering if the locals suspects their relation or not( do they see each other outside his service ?)( Is he jealous when he sees other guys flirting with her before his church service starts ? ) 👀

OH MY GOD

an ask about "kneel" ???? im gonna cry

no let's talk about it because i never did a pt. 2 or anything

i think that a majority of the locals don't really suspect that the reader is messing around with the priest (they idolize him + see him as a nonsexual figure), but they do look down on her b/c of her visible promiscuity (i.e. the hickies and etc.)

they might notice her wearing shorter skirts to services, and crossing her legs/squeezing her thighs together incessantly throughout his sermons. someone might even catch a glimpse of soft bruises and red handprints on her ass after she bends over to pick something up in front of them the day after mass. and they're like omg? what is this young lady getting herself into? and who in this town could stand to do such vile, obscene things to her body? (as if it's not their precious priest)

i dont think they see each other outside of services/the church b/c they dont want to risk drawing attention to their "special, secret relationship". but! he does give her his phone number and she calls him sometimes when she thinks too much about him and gets wet :( he has talked the reader through touching herself on multiple occasions. tons of verbally guided masturbation over the phone as she lays on her bed, her hand between her legs, with an opened bible next to her. yeah.

he had gifted her that bible after the second time they had sex. not necessarily to indoctrinate her into the religion, but to give her a representation of something that was important to him. it was his subtle way of trying to connect with her. but it kinda backfired b/c now she gets hot and flushed when she reads the words "God" and "peace" and "faith". he basically pavlov's dog'd her. classically conditioned.

because she lost her virginity to him, she's definitely very attached. she tells him that she isn't, but its a total lie and he knows it too. she gets jealous when women, young or old (doesn't matter), come up to him after services all smiley and ready to talk to him about their problems. reader usually gets red in the face and pouts in the back pew as she watches their interactions closely. she worries a lot that she isn't the only person in the town that the priest is intimate with, but she is. he's fairly attached to her too. and because she's a pretty young woman, divorced dads and older teen boys will often try to flirt with her before the priest's regularly scheduled homily, and he has to gather all the restraint in his body not to insert himself between you and them.

they are very cute + sacrilegious. ugh.

[mamarosanna]

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

[gurugirl]

Don't Speak

*images are for aesthetic only

priest!harry x subby!reader | soft dom!harry x bratty/sub!reader

Summary: Y/n accidentally says something in front of everyone at prayer group that gets her in trouble with the priest.

A/N: I know it's been so long since I gave y'all any priestrry but I missed him and his pet so I was compelled to write this! Hope you enjoy! And if you're tagged it's bc you are either on my main general taglist or you asked to be tagged in anything for priestrry (even tho it's been so long) just let me know if you want to be removed and I will! xoxo

Word Count: 2,692

Warning: 18+ only, NSFW, religious mentions, smut, sub/dom dynamic, spanking, punishment

Forgive Me, Father masterlist

She hadn’t meant to say it in front of everyone during prayer group. It didn’t have to mean anything if no one read too much into it. She was only responding to a simple question but she said we.

We plan to eat after the meeting.

We, as in the mention of herself and Harry. The two of them doing something together. She hoped they interpreted it as her saying -with someone other than Harry. But she also looked at Harry directly when she said it. Maybe no one saw that.

But Harry certainly did. And the look she received from him was scalding. She knew she was in for it once everyone had gone.

No one followed up to ask who was the other part of this we she spoke of. She wished they would. She could say anyone and make up a little lie. Her brother. Her roommate. Anyone. But no one asked.

And she wasn’t sure if the room felt tense or if it was just her. Because after she said it, she felt like everyone was suddenly looking at her differently. And of course, the way Harry was warning her with his eyes wasn’t helping matters.

So she kept her head down and her mouth closed until the end. And when everyone began to leave, like always, she walked out of the house and to the side to wait until everyone was gone.

And even when the coast was clear she hesitated for a moment. But ultimately going back inside with Harry to face whatever kind of reprimand he was going to give her was better than waiting and wondering about what he might do. Perhaps she could plead her case.

Stepping into the living room she found Harry folding up the metal chairs and placing them tidily in their little wooden cubby behind the couch. He walked across the room without even a glance in her direction and into the kitchen with a glass. Standing still in her spot she could hear the glass being placed in the sink and then his footfalls as he began to walk back to the living room.

“Father, I’m sorry. It just slipped out. I don’t think anyone noticed–“

“Go stand and face the corner. Don’t speak.”

She gulped and gave a quick nod as she scurried toward the corner of the living room and let her limbs fall loose as she waited for the priest to finish what he was doing. She wanted to protest. To tell him it was an accident and to go easy on her but she knew better than to resist.

Minutes stretched on as she listened to Harry cleaning up and moving back and forth from the living room to the kitchen before she heard him approaching behind her and then stopping.

She could feel him standing behind her but he kept silent for a beat or two before she felt his breath at the back of her neck, “Tell me what happens if someone finds out about us, Y/n.”

She inhaled a shaky breath and squeezed her eyes closed, “Well, you could face expulsion from the church. Everything you’ve worked so hard for that you love the most would be gone. Or they’d transfer you and after penance, you’d have to promise to permanently end our relationship.”

The floorboard creaked as Harry stepped in closer and she felt his warm hands at the tops of her arms, “I could lose what I love, yes. But if it came to choosing you or the church do you know what I would do, pet?”

“Father, I would like to believe you’d choose me. But I would understand if you chose the church.”

“Do you doubt how deep my love for you is?”

Y/n opened her eyes and took a deep breath, the plaster of the white wall in her view, “I don’t doubt how deeply you love me. I feel it every moment. But I also know how deep your love is for God and for your vocation.”

“I’m angry that you let it slip out like that so freely in front of everyone. But I know you didn’t do it on purpose. I want you to know that I’ll always choose you. Over everything else. Over my priesthood. Over God. You’re the most important thing I have.

A stray tear escaped her eye as he pressed his chest into her back and suddenly lifted his hands and she felt her red leather collar being placed on her neck as he adjusted the buckle, “Besides, I’ve slipped up too haven’t I? When I thought no one was watching. But you slipped up in front of many sets of eyes and ears. Let’s hope they didn’t notice the way you looked at me when you said it.”

She turned to look back at him to respond but one of his hands gripped the back of her neck, “Face the wall. I’m not done with you yet. As much as I understand it was a mistake, there are consequences for your actions, pet. Take off this dress.”

Biting her lip she silently pulled the fabric over her head and Harry noted she was not wearing panties. He imagined she did that on purpose. She often enjoyed leaving things uncovered in case they were in a situation where he could just take her. But she was cheeky too so maybe it was just to get a rise out of him.

“No panties while we were all sat here praying to our Lord. Fucks sake, Y/n.”

The first strike to her bottom had her wobbling forward, palms on the walls, and bending slightly at the waist. She was used to being spanked and when he did it with his hands it was a treat. She loved his hands on her. No matter how they were touching her.

Another open-palmed swat and then another had her dipping her head and closing her eyes as she braced herself.

She felt his hand smooth up her spine and press down between her shoulders, “Bend down further. Keep your hands on the wall, legs together. Think about what you can do to not make the kind of mistake you made today while I get your paddle.”

A big gulp was pulled down her throat as Harry stepped away. What could she have done differently? Maybe just be on top of her thoughts at all times? Never waver in front of people? She wasn’t sure. How was it possible to not accidentally slip up once in a great while? She had been so good all this time. Never doing anything that would really tip anyone off. The slip-up was bound to happen at some point.

When Harry returned she felt a kind hand rub over her bottom, “You get five on each side and no crying. Once I’ve given you five you’ll tell me what you could have done differently and if you haven’t come up with something you’ll get another five on each side. Understand?”

“Yes, Father.”

“Count for me.”

Every strike to her sensitive bottom had her keening and gasping. She counted each one, five on each side (so ten really and she would have complained but now wasn’t the time).

“Now, tell me. What can you do to make sure that never happens again? How can we avoid it?”

She took a deep breath, still reeling from her stinging bottom and knowing she was about to get five more (ten more) because she hadn’t come up with an idea quite yet.

“Uhh… I just need to think harder and not let myself really look at you… uh… I can keep my mind sharp so I don’t say things I shouldn’t on accident.”

“No. That’s not it. Count for me.”

The next round hurt more. The smooth leather landing against her sore ass had her arching her back away from him and hissing between numbers she pushed from her lungs. Every one biting a little more than before.

But when she got to her final five (ten) she thought of an answer that she felt would suffice and nearly hopped up with a grin, but knowing better she stayed in her position.

“Have you come up with an answer for me?”

“I can just not speak. I’ll say my throat hurts and keep my mouth closed the whole meeting.”

“That will only work once or twice. But every meeting, pet? You can do better than that. Count for me.”

She let her tears slip out of her eyes as she racked her brain for the answer he might want. Every number she counted got lost in her fuzzy brain and the ache from the paddle on her bum started to numb and the shift in how it made her feel manifested in arousal, which the priest did not miss as he could see her pussy with the way she was bent for him; That obvious glisten beginning to seep out from her labia.

“Tell me what you can do to avoid making comments like you did today.”

She inhaled and moaned softly, “I think that I should maybe not come to all the prayer meetings. I can stay in my cage if I’m feeling a little off maybe? Then I won’t have the opportunity to at all. And me not being at all the meetings would be good I think. Because no one is always at every meeting. Probably good for me to sit back for a while.”

The paddle fell to the floor and she felt Harry’s hands gently caressing her bottom, his fingers gliding over the raised skin left behind from the paddle, “You are so smart, pet. See? That’s perfect. Don’t move from your spot. Keep your thighs together.”

She heard the clank of his buckle and smiled to herself. She loved it when he had his way with her. She didn’t even care what he was about to do, she welcomed him wherever and however he wanted.

When his hands returned to her back and gently pressed over her bum she sighed as he leaned over and kissed her shoulder blade, “I love you. I know you didn’t do it on purpose,” she listened as he spoke and could tell he was stroking himself behind her the way his voice was wavering, breathy. “No matter what happens, you’re mine and I’m keeping you, okay?” His voice hitched up just a bit as he scraped his cockhead through her folds. She was tempted to spread her thighs but she resisted since he’d been very clear with her to keep them together.

“Yes, Father,” she breathed as she felt his smooth tip collecting her arousal, gliding up and down through her crease.

“And since you didn’t do it on purpose and I’ve given you 15 spanks as punishment,” 15 on each side, she corrected in her mind, “I’ll let you come but you may not move. I don’t want you spreading your legs to keep steady either. I’ll hold you up if you start to fall.”

The sudden slicing of his wide cock through her delicate pussy entrance had her groaning and dropping her mouth wide open. She was so wet and gushy already. She felt her arousal seep down to the back of her thigh as he began to thrust into her, juices leaking down from her opening.

Harry’s hand landed on the wall next to her head as his other clutched her hip tight, thick crown splitting her in half, and it all felt even tighter inside with her thighs pressed together. But her legs started to sway as he took heavy strokes, hips smacking against her ass. A deep moan vibrated from his chest and the way she was squeezing around him was like heaven. If he had to go to hell for his sins it would be worth it. She was worth everything to him.

When the priest noticed his pet having difficulty keeping steady he pushed into the brim, filling her completely, and gently nudged and nudged deeper into her, rutting in with hips pasted to her ass, “Being so good for me, pet. Keeping your legs together as I asked. Feels so good with you around me…”

She could hear the tightness in his voice. Her priest was enjoying her pussy. His pussy. Everything was his. All of her belonged to him. She kept her palms on the wall as he fucked into her, keeping his body tucked against her, spreading her open completely and fitting right up against her cervix like she needed.

“Want to be good for you, Father. Want to make you happy and give you everything I can. You own every single part of me.”

He groaned and rutted forward making her inhale sharply, “I do own you don’t I pet? That’s why I call you my pet. Because you’re mine and you always will be. Isn’t that right?”

No one would have ever guessed the pair stood together in the corner fucking in the small living room had the kind of secret they did. No one would have ever guessed the man was a priest and the girl on his cock with the red leather choker was his dirty secret. His divine secret. No one would know the kinds of sinful things they did together every day. If they glanced at the marks on her bare bottom they wouldn’t have assumed they were from the hands of a priest.

“Yes! Father, I’ll always be yours. I’m your possession, your property…”

They both panted as Harry’s cock worked its magic inside of her hot cunt. The wetness of her walls surrounding him and coating him was the perfect spot for him to snug into and spill his seed into.

Her lip curled up as she coughed out a loud moan and arched her back, eyes closed and in sheer bliss from her insides being rearranged. She was weak for him and her orgasm couldn’t wait any longer.

“Please! Can I come, Father? Oh my god…”

He could feel her shaking, thighs trembling so hard he had to hold her hips on both sides so she didn’t tip over.

“Aww poor thing. It aches, doesn’t it? Little pet needs to have her release, doesn’t she? Got all stressed out after misspeaking. You can come. Give me your orgasm, Y/n. Let me feel you… want to feel you milking my cock…”

Harry’s own strong thighs were beginning to quiver as his balls began to squeeze up against his body, his release just moments away.

She cried out and tensed as she spasmed and clenched around him, wave after delicious wave of wet orgasm gushing from her until she felt his grip tighten and then his chest brush into her back, his lips on her shoulder, “Come for me, pet. Holy fuck…”

He groaned at how her walls pulsed, beckoning him to come, sucking his cock deep into her tummy with every squeeze until he growled and bit down on her skin, cock pumping and throbbing inside of her.

The priest had considered not letting her come at first. But he was glad he changed his mind because there was nothing better than to have her siphoning his come from his cock as she fluttered around him and her pretty voice whined and begged…

His hot come began to leak out of her pulsing hole as he thrusted in and when he stood back to watch as he pulled out and plunged in again he saw her cream coating him.

Her legs were still wobbly as he pulled out and gently turned her in his arms and pushed his lips to hers. She felt his warm hands on her face and she knew she had nothing to worry about with her priest. He loved her and she knew it without question. Misspeak or not, he wasn’t going to just give up on her because of an accident.

Bumping his nose to hers he whispered against her lips, “I’ll always choose you. Over everything. Don’t ever doubt my love for you, pet.”

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[elijahnotmikaelson]

Damn... I need a horny priest to take my virginity... I need him to pray to God for forgiveness while he violently fucks me... I need him to whisper it in my ear while he ejaculates inside me... Then he'll do it again because he can't hold it in... And I'll let him do it because I love it, but also because I can't fight against his strength... He'll rape me all night long, and all I can do is moan and be filled with his hot cum...

[bite-your-tongue-out]

"my lovely daughter is gonna be a god fearing wife one day"

your son is into being shamed to tears about how small his dick is, maybe a religious household wasnt a smart move

[todayintokyo]

Daitoku-ji Korin-in, Kyoto; photo by @korin_in

[uncensoredmuttz]

cw: mentions of religion (specifically christianity)

disclaimer: i am not religious in any sense (i consider myself agnostic), so keep that in mind. this will not become a common theme… i just haven’t been able to get this fantasy out of my mind

i’m currently obsessed with the idea of being corrupted by a priest. this man, who’s supposed to be your guide to the lord and teach you about faith, instead turning you into the filthiest little whore.

maybe you started attending church to reconnect with god or dedicate yourself to religion, or maybe you just wanted to try it out. but now, you go because you enjoy being the priest’s personal sex toy, especially knowing it’s all happening in the church under god’s watchful eye.

everywhere you go, you have memories of what he’s done to you — bending you over the altar and spanking you till your cheeks are red and bruised when you’ve sinned, lying you on your back and fucking you till your braindead as a reward for memorising hymns, or having you on your knees beneath the pulpit and sucking him off while he prepares for the following sermon.

[transbunnyboi]

Thinking about this againnn OUGHH

Kissing and making out with a priest and convincing him that me fucking him is fine and good, actually!! since my dick is made of silicone, it doesn’t count!!

And if he wants to be extra sure that it’s okay? He just shouldn’t cum !!

So I end up pinning him onto the ground by his hands and fucking him while holding him up by his hair. Making him pant and drool and beg for me to let him cum since he can’t without being touched. Him losing his grip on sanity since I just keep going and him praying for me to let him finally cum all while he’s still dressed all pretty and we’re in the back of the church.

[livelaughlovesubs]

I’m sorry for all the atrocities I’ve committed against Micah (from @meo-eiru) this is my official apology 😔 forgive me father

[bitesized-pup]

On a bit of a priest kink movement but I wanna have some older man whispering breathlessly in my ear as I grind on him fully clothed. It's not a sin if we aren't touching skin to skin, right? He's shaking and gripping my waist hard enough to bruise and moaning prayers for forgiveness in my ear til he's cumming with my name on his lips instead of the Lord's

[mamarosanna]

I love collars. Shock. Clerical. Leashed. Love em.