Phara

18+ Account | MDNI! | Collectively 24 y/o | System owned blog for our depravaties. Mostly gonna be reblogs, probably. We are nervous about making our own posts hihi. Also block, don't report. We're not doing anything illegal.

[paraphparadise]

Introduction

First things first; This is an adult blog which contains adult subjects and themes and is owned by an adult. MDNI.

Now unto the actual post.

Hello fellow bastards.

The name we use here is Phara.

This blog will be used namely by a handfull in our system, but we will NOT use names. We will lable ourselfs with emojis or something probably.

We are queer and have a bunch of peculiar sexual interests. AKA we are a bunch of kinky paraphiles. We made this blog to be able to express some of our interests and interact with them. As well as interact with people with similar interests.

Our main kinks/fetishes/paraphilias are:

- Hierophilia

- Teratophilia

- BDSM

- CNC / Dub Con / Free Use

- Corruption

- Capnolagnia

- Shibari

(There's more, just can't be bothered to list now.)

There is really no point in following this blog honestly. Perhaps we will post some of our own works in the future, but as of now we have little desire to do so.

Terrible at writing coherently so I will just leave it at this for now. Either a new post will be made or this one will be edited.

-Phara

[lyeofhell]

just saw a hot butch on tiktok dressed as a priest using “he/hymn” pronouns. You have 3 seconds to tranq me

[spooky-fubuki]

[davinawritings]

How Different Monster Husbands Punish You For Being A Brat

Warnings: Sex, restraints, mentions of biting, mentions of knotting, cockwarming, edging

- Minotaur husband that punishes you by tying your hands behind your back when fucking. He knows how much you like to grab onto his horns when you fuck him and watching you struggle against your restraints pleases him greatly.

- Vampire husband that keeps you on the edge, his cock a slow drag through your wet walls. He bites gently at your neck all night but never sinks his fangs in. As dawn approaches you think he will finally grant you some relief but you are sorely mistaken when he pulls out and leaves you with nothing.

- Orc husband that stretches you out on his big cock but doesn’t let you move at all. No matter how much you cry and apologize, needing him to move, he refuses. Each time you try to move earns a smack to your ass, the skin becoming more raw and inflamed throughout the day. Anytime you finally calm down and start to doze off he gives you one hard thrust, jolting you awake and stimulating you just enough to have your cunt needy again.

- Tentacle monster husband that refuses to fill your cunt but uses his suckers to suction and overstimulate your nipples and clit until they are swollen and sore. The marks will be there for weeks as a reminder for you to behave.

- Dragon husband that hangs you from your lairs ceiling with gold chains, decorated with jewels. He keeps you suspended and at his mercy all day to play with as he pleases, a ruby ball gag keeping you quiet and obedient. His pretty little treasure.

- Werewolf husband that fucks you over and over but refuses to give you his knot. Tears stream down your face as you apologize and beg for it but he just tells you that you need to learn your lesson and brats don’t get rewards.

- Demon husband that binds you in a pentacle and makes you watch as he strokes his thick cock knowing you want nothing more that to taste and fuck it. Ignoring your cries as he releases his cum all over the ground instead of inside you where it belongs.

🖤💕❤️❤️💕🖤

[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”

[sacramental-pain]

Imagine a priest finally giving in to his sexual desires, but instead of being slow and gentle, he's desperate and almost aggressive.

Hard kissing while he clumsily attempts to remove his trousers and underwear, revealing how hard he his from finally deciding to let you play with him.

“Touch me anywhere, I don’t care” he breathes into your kiss. It almost makes you laugh how hard and achy he is from just kissing and groping. Like a teenager having sex for the first time.

“Forgive me” he whispers to himself before you kneel down in front of him, guiding his hard cock into your mouth. You grab his hands, in one of them a rosary, and lead them to your head. He quickly gets the hang of how to fuck your mouth, and he doesn’t hold back, harshly pushing and pulling his cock in and out of you.

“Oh God, something’s happening” he moans.

His hands grab onto your hair, making it easier to move your head. “Where do I- fuck- where do I do it?”, before he decides where to cum you feel his load filling your mouth. He holds his breath for a moment, his body twitching, pushing his cock further into your mouth.

“I’m so, so sorry-”

[demonic-redhead-deactivated2026]

To feel a priest cum inside you for the first time is such a delicious privilege

He’s never been touched like this, never felt the inside of someone, never groped breasts before and he can’t get enough now that he’s had a taste

To be the reason a man of God breaks his holy vows is such a powerful feeling… I live for it

[softest-toyy]

There are so many priest!kink blogs where someone pretends to be a priest and has devoted kinky anons

What about a nun?…….. 🤔

I feel like I could do it lol

[paraphparadise]

Hello, quick post.

This account is NSFW. MDNI.

Some rambles underneath.

We can't controle what someone does or doesn't see. We know what we were like when we were younger, you don't care about what someone says. You see "MDNI"(Minors Do Not Intereact) "NSFW"(Not Safe For Work) "NSFL"(Not Safe For Life) and feel drawn to it. You think you're old enough or mentally fucked up enough to handle shit but, trust us, you're not. Even adults themselfs often don't handle said topics well.

All that to say, we just post or reblog on here what we find and like. Maybe one day we have the balls to post our own depraved writings. That's what we wanted this account for. No, what we reblog/post might not be hardcore or traumatizing to read or see, but it is still very much adult content.

We don't expect this account to get a following at all. We want to be unsee and just a little rat in the corner but you don't know who stumbles on your account and in what way. (Still have to learn to switch to and from this account, mobile Tumblr is confusing with how it likes to sometimes do that at random, without our direct input.)

Ramble done.

Send post. 🙂

[monstersholygrail]

Demon Priest knows you hate to beg, and he’d never be one to make you do so. No, not his blessing. His gift. His everything. He lives to serve you. Whatever you ask for he will acquire without hesitation. But that doesn’t mean he can’t make you admit how badly you need him in other ways.

He bends you over the alter, the church empty. But Demon Priest would worship you in front of the masses if only you’d let him. He rubs his cock along your dripping slit, mixing his precum with your slick. Your pussy throbs, senses tingling. He’s so close to where you need him most.

“Put in—hmm— put it in,” you moan, hips wiggling against his. His cock catches onto your entrance and you suck in a harsh breath. He chuckles lowly in your ear.

“Oh, you want something? Tell me what you want, precious dove,” he rasps, his voice sending sparks that go straight to your core. A long whine leaves you.

“You know what.”

“But I wanna hear you say it, my love. What would you like me to stuff inside you,” he starts, his voice turning into a rough growls as his claws dig into your hips.

A high pitched mewl tears from your throat and echos off the empty church walls. No one but him and God there to witness such a blessed sound.

“Your cock!” You shout in desperation, pussy clenching around the bit of his tip pressed against you.

“How bad you want it?” He asks darkly as he starts to push in.

You let out a long moan, pushing back to help suck in his cock but his claws keep you in your place. You’re stuck going at his pace and he goes as slow as he seems bearable. The warmth of your slick walls proving relief for the stinging pain in his feet.

“S-sooo bad,” you whine, feeling the way your body slowly stretches around his girth, accommodating such a dizzying size. Every vein brushes along your depths and your body pulses with need.

Demon Priest huffs out a growl with every breath as your tightness nearly suffocates him. He leans over you, his frame swallowing your plump body, surrounding you with him and only him. His hot breath fans your ear and you clench around him, only serving to make him snarl at you.

“Now what would you like? You know I live to serve my God,” he says, voice sounding more demonic by the second.

“M-move.”

“Move?” He asks, his voice almost playful as he starts pulling out of you. You immediately whine in protest, core clenching around him to keep him trapped inside. Demon Priest lightly scrapes along your belly to restrain himself, his jaw clenching.

“Fuck me, please!” You cry out and Demon Priest roars, slamming his cock inside you at full force.

A massive claw reaches and brings your head down onto the alter. Keeping you positioned perfectly for him as Demon Priest brutally fucks up into your sopping cunt. From your place on your alter you can only just see his true demonic form and your pussy ripples along his length, making his thrusts grow even rougher as he splits you open on his cock.

“As you so command, little dove,” he says deeply through broken moans.

His eyes flash and you know you’ve unleashed something within him that you can’t contain. At least not until he’s forced a few dozen orgasms out of your ruined pussy.

But it’s alright. There isn’t another service until next Sunday. And Demon Priest is going to take advantage of every second he has alone with you inside this holy sanctum, and yours.

[desecratedclergy]

All I can think about today is young priests struggling to maintain their celibacy. It's so sweet and adorably pathetic.

Their devout hearts are in the right place. They pray so ardently. Yet their flesh was designed for a purpose that contradicts their vows entirely. It needs to breed. It's so fun to think of these poor priests, listening with racing hearts as their patrons confess the same sinful thoughts they have, to think of them with their sensitive, neglected cocks half-hard at all times, a heavy guilt between their legs as they try to preach holiness and chastity before their congregation. But all they can think of is sex sex sex sex.

I just want to take them in my arms and stroke their hair and tell them they're doing such a good job, that God is so proud of them for fighting the very nature of their flesh. I want to kiss them on their foreheads and pretend I don't feel it when their dicks twitch. I know I can leave them with the memory of my breast against their cheeks, and they wouldn't dare stroke themselves to the thought of it. What sweet, good boys they all are.

[toomuchismuch]

if my body is a temple then why isn’t there a priest inside it

[desecratedclergy]

Shaun Berke, Amor Fati, 2017