Warnings: 18+ MDNI, slight religious themes, sex in a cemetery, rimming, dirty talk, ass eating, pussy play, anal sex, unprotected sex, anal creampie
not proofread
It’s late evening when Leon offers to take you for a stroll around the small cemetery behind his chapel. October being your favorite month of the year, it always elicits the need for spooky pastimes—and a graveyard stroll falls perfectly in that category.
No one is ever at the chapel, especially on the days you visit. Father Kennedy prefers the isolation and quiet; you being one of his few exceptions. The clouds overhead loom heavy and gray, hints at a cold rain later tonight. The rows of tombstones stretch out a good ways with a small gravel path winding through the cemetery.
Leon’s like a silent shadow next to you; a warm, steady presence at your back as you slowly make your way through the headstones. For some reason, it has your heart pumping, arousal slowly pooling in your stomach. It’s not a foreign feeling by any means, but you can’t say you’ve ever wanted to have sex in a graveyard before. But with Leon here with you now, dressed down in a simple long sleeve button up and dark slacks, the thought won’t leave your brain.
Dusk has settled beyond the trees, bathing everything in purples and blues. Biting your lip, you turn, chest brushing against Father Kennedy’s and it makes you inhale a little more breathily.
“Hi,” you smile up at him, running your fingers up along his buttons before smoothing out across his shoulders.
He doesn’t crack a smile but he angles his head toward you, “Hi.”
Running a tongue along your bottom lip, you watch as his eyes track the movement.
“You’re totally free to say no—“
“Yes.”
His reply startles a laugh from you.
“You don’t even know what I’m going to say.”
“I doubt I’ll be unhappy with agreeing with you.”
His deadpan delivery makes your chest flutter.
“Do you wanna fuck me? Right here?” You gesture to a patch of dead grass underneath a tree, right off the side of the little path you’re both standing on.
“Yes,” he rasps, hands greedily grasping your hips.
Grinning, you begin to walk backwards, letting him steer you in the right direction, “Not worried about scaring the locals?”
He shakes his head, “No one visits this time of day.”
Once you’ve made it to the designated spot, you pull away and slip off your jacket. Kneeling, you bend over to spread it across the ground—knowing it’s not much, but still better than nothing. Before you can sit back up, Leon’s boxing your body in, grinding his bulge against your ass, lips kissing and nipping at your neck.
His hands make quick work of your jeans, yanking them and your panties down to our thighs. A low groan comes from behind you before his hot hands grope your ass, kneading the soft skin.
“Let me fuck you.. here,” his thumb brushes against your asshole, making you clench around nothing.
“B-but we don’t have any lube,” you gasp, dizzy from the sudden rush of blood at his offer.
“We’ll go slow,” his low smoky tenor has your clit pulsing with your heartbeat. “I’ll lick you open, get you nice and loose.”
His fingers swipe from your swollen clit, across your soaked hole to tap his wet fingers against your asshole. A gust of air is your only warning before Leon’s tongue laps at the same spot, groaning at the taste of your slick coated rim.
Using his hands, Father Kennedy spreads your cheeks and gropes each one in his palms. He pulls back and spits on your hole, dipping back down to flick his tongue around the opening. Your pussy leaks slick down your thighs and you bite down on your forearm, but it doesn’t do much to dampen your moans.
It grows dark in the cemetery as Leon licks you open, tongue slipping into your ass while he teases your clit at the same time. You’re so turned on, you feel dizzy with it—face feeling hot in the cool autumn air. Leon’s own groans and sighs against your rim makes your cunt flutter around nothing. He eats your ass eagerly, like he’s afraid you’ll tell him to stop. It’s making your toes curl in your shoes.
Another rough swipe of his fingers across your clit makes you keen loudly.
“‘M gonna cum soon,” you pant, nails digging into the grass.
He pulls away from your spit soaked asshole, the fingers on your clit stilling their movement.
“Let’s see if you can come on my cock then, little sinner.”
His words burn hot in your pelvis, clit pulsing against his digits. You feel as he notches the head of his dick against your pussy.
“Need to get my dick wet first,” he murmurs, right before he presses inside your clenching heat, sinking all the way until he bottoms out in your cunt.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” you chant, eyes nearly rolling back. “God, this feels so good.”
A sharp slap to your ass makes you cry out.
“It’s rude to take the lords name in vain. How many times must I tell you?”
Your walls pulse and clench down on his cock.
“S-sorry, Father,” your whimpering turns to moaning when he pulls his dick completely out of your snug pussy.
“As much as I love filling this sweet hole,” he slaps your pussy lips. “Think it’s time I stuff this one.”
He grinds the tip of his dick against your rim before using his thumb to keep the head from slipping out, pushing in until he sinks in the first inch.
“Oh my—ohhh,” you whine, body tensing at the dull sting of his cock stretching your ass.
“Shhh, just be quiet and take it. Be a good girl,” he soothes.
Both holes clench and flutter, pussy feeling left out as your ass squeezes down on Father Kennedy’s cock. He steadily rocks his hips forward until he buries his entire dick into your tight ass. You’ve been unable to stop the sounds escaping your mouth, drool seeping past your lips as you bury your face in your arms.
“Perfect slut,” he rumbles, hands petting down your back to grope your hips before sweeping across your ass to hold your cheeks open, watching as he pulls out.
Your body’s on fire, arousal pooling in your stomach from the sheer stretch of Leon’s cock. He fucks back in slowly, fingers reaching down to gather your slick to smear against your rim and his dick to keep it smooth. A burning ache settles in your body, but it’s not unpleasant. You like that it hurts a little—that Leon is giving you this experience.
The push and pull of his cock is slow and steady, fingers circling your clit help keep that sweet band of arousal winding tighter and tighter. The thickness of his dick hollows out your body in a way that’s extremely satisfying, awakening a new hunger in you that is only satisfied with having Father Kennedy stuff your ass.
“Fuck, Father—Leon, I’m gonna cum,” you hiccup a moan. “I’m g’nna cum.”
“Good girl,” he praises, voice soft. “Squeeze that tight little hole around my cock. Show me where you want me to fill you up.”
Shuddering, your heart pounds in your chest, breaths gusting from your mouth so hard dirt swirls up from the ground. His fingers strum your slippery clit and your orgasm rips through your body like a supernova. You think you shout out his name, maybe it’s just gibberish, but your body tries to curl in on itself. Thighs jumping and shaking, you push your ass back, hole clamping down on his cock like a vice.
You hear him curse under his breath before groaning, followed by heat as he cums in you. Aftershocks ravage your body, everything feels sensitive as he slowly pulls out, jizz dribbling from your rim to drip onto the grass.
His thumb brushes against your hole and you hiss.
“Let’s get you cleaned up.”
He tugs your clothes back into place and shuffles to his feet, then helps you to stand on unsteady legs. His unzipped slacks are the only hint to any impropriety aside from your own disheveled state.
i have been thinking of older!priest leon x virgin reader ngl. Asking for forgiveness as they just get fucked that they forget why theyre apologizing 🙏🏻
Howdy anon! 👋
I love it 🤭 have a 18+ little drabble 😉
Father Kennedy’s panting in your ear, “Sorry Lord, oh God, I’m sorry, shouldn’t be— please forgive me— oh God, so tight, I can’t—“
His cock has been drilling against your g-spot ever since he bent you over the alter, your brain is total mush now that the pleasure override that initial pinch of pain.
Your dress is hiked up over your hips giving him easy access to slip a hand down to your clit, rubbing that swollen little bud until you have to bite down on his rosary swinging in front of your face.
“That’s too—“ he curses under his breath, pupil blown eyes hot and heavy as he looks into your face, “we should be begging for forgiveness.”
You nod, mouth parting to let the rosary escape, “Forgive me, Father, forgive my transgressions— oh, I think I’m g’nna cum.”
A low mewl slips past your lips as Father Kennedy pinches and flicks your clit.
“Sorry,” you pant against his chest, “‘m so sorry, forgive me please.”
You’re clamping down on his dick as he groans, humping faster into your pussy.
“Forgive me,” he pleads in your ear, “fuck, please forgive me.”
The rest is lost to low moans and pants as your orgasm crests, pussy fluttering and milking Father Kennedy’s thick cock as you both ask for forgiveness unthinkingly.
Warnings: 18+ MDNI, thigh riding, dirty talk, grinding, nipple play
title from Silent Night by Bing Crosby
It started out innocent enough. You surprised Leon by stopping by his gloomy little chapel a few days before Christmas. He acted professional and aloof, but as soon as his ‘office hours’ were over and night fell, he made sure to show you how much he appreciated your visit.
In no time at all, he strips you both nude then takes a seat in his cozy armchair before the fireplace. Coaxing you into his lap, he pins your arms behind your back, bending them at the elbows so you can stack one arm on top of the other to tie them together with the leftover Christmas ribbon left lying on his nightstand. Chest level with his mouth, your nipples pebble in the cold air, stiff and sensitive as he slowly runs his tongue across each hard bud.
“So good for me,” he murmurs, eyes dark and hazy as you squirm, bare cunt oozing slick as his hairy thigh rubs against your clit just right.
His mouth kisses across the soft skin of your breast before nipping at your sternum.
“You’re so wet and I haven’t even done anything,” he laughs, hands gripping the fat of your ass to press you down harder onto his thigh, “think you can cum like this?”
Nodding before his question is even through, you whine out a yes.
“Good girl,” he coos, warm breath ghosting across your nipple, “my wanton little thing.”
Your body jerks forward when he sucks at the hard peak of your breasts, tongue slowly circling your nipple before he bites down softly. Keening, you grind your hips down, wetting his thigh even more. Your eyes drift down from Leon’s closed eyes to the rosary lying against his bare chest, gaze raking down his happy trail to the thick dripping cock bobbing against his stomach making your mouth flood with saliva at the thought of having him fat and heavy on your tongue.
“Such a sinful girl,” he murmurs with a chuckle, pinching your wet nipple between the knuckle of his forefinger and thumb as his mouth drifts over to lick and suck at the other sensitive bud, “bet you’d love if I fucked your sweet little mouth, hmm?”
You choke out a whine when he opens his mouth wide and bites down roughly on your areola, skin racing with goosebumps as his teeth dig into the puckered flesh. He sucks hard, mouth completely surrounding your nipple as his tongue lashes across it.
“Oh Father, Leon, please,” your arms twist in their bindings, only serving to ramp up your arousal more.
His hands squeeze your ass harder, fat dimpling between his fingers as he greedily sucks on your nipple. With another broken off whine, you rock your hips down, smearing your slick cunt all over his thigh.
Pulling away, his blue eyes are dark with arousal as they glance down from your face to the apex of your thighs.
“My messy girl just can’t help herself, can she?”
It’s obscene how much slick is coating his skin now, matting down his leg hair, but it feels so good to grind down on his firm thigh.
“Such a pretty little pussy,” he coos, “gushing all over my leg.”
Your back arches as you moan, listening while he laughs at your desperation.
“Let me help you,” he rumbles, mouth sucking on your nipples again; muttering under his breath he adds, “got the best fucking tits.”
Mewling, you press harder against his mouth, feeling as he bites and sucks marks all over your breasts. His hands let go of your ass to glide across your hips and down to your thighs. As he bites and sucks on your nipples, his fingers slip between your legs to part your pussy lips, spreading you completely open before moving his hands to your hips.
Moaning, you rock forward, cunt completely saturating his leg with slick as your hole is pressed down against his thigh, clit throbbing as you can now grind against him much easier.
“Cum for me,” he goads, hands gripping your breasts and squeezing, “soak my leg so I can stuff my cock into that sinful little pussy.”
He bounces his leg a little, jostling your whole body as you writhe and squirm on his lap, hands twisting against the ribbons. You slump forward into his body, burying your face against the junction of his neck and shoulder. The clean smell of soap and peppermint makes you whimper as you rock against his thigh even harder.
“Such a dirty girl,” he laughs softly in your ear, “getting off on my leg like a bitch in heat.”
A high pitched whine leaves your panting lips, “Father, please.”
“Aww,” he purrs, “poor needy pussy just wants to cum. C’mon then, you can do it, be my very good girl and soak my leg.”
Between his degrading praise and the rough grind of your hips down on his thigh, your orgasm unspools in your belly. Moaning low in your throat, your body goes rigid as you ride out your climax against Leon’s sopping wet thigh, pudgy clit throbbing as slick drips from your clenching hole.
“Oh my, such a mess,” he says, amusement laced in his tone, “you’ll just have to clean it up with your pretty little mouth before you suck me off.”
Dizzy with your orgasm, you can only hum in agreement.
priest leon summoning an emotional support succubus because he hasn’t gotten laid in years and priests are supposed to abstain from sex so she’s not really going against any religious beliefs she’s just an exercise of his faith 😌,,,,, work experience some would say 🤭,,, let’s say the summoning went well, the basement of the church sparsely lit with candles, some odd bits and bobs here and there and… nothing. she hadn’t shown, the spell seemed to work as intended once the incantation was completed the candles flame turned blue and *poof* out they went. sitting in the dark drafty basement waiting for someone- something felt wrong so he stepped back and went upstairs, coming to terms that maybe a partner (despite how absurd this was) wasn’t in his cards. he slips on his coat for nightly stroll through the cemetery, making sure there weren’t any trespassers when he stumbles upon you- alone on one of the benches with cigarette between your lips, slowly turning to look at him- so it did work. he comes closer and you seem, human so he composes himself and speaks to you as he would another person, “what brings you out here?” her smile is almost feline in nature before she sweetly says “you, father” leon smiles to himself and asks for a light before sitting next to you. smoke drifting into the chill december air as he tentatively puts his arm around your shoulders, you settle into his side with a hand placed on his thigh, laughing silently to yourself when he coughs on the smoke caught in his lungs. the small talk soon turns into you putting yourself on his lap and straddling him, putting what’s left of his cigarette between your lips and taking a drag before breathing it into to leon’s mouth. he puts his cigarette out on the path “so it’s fine if you litter, father?” he smirks at you and picks the butt back off the ground and places it in the empty carton “smart ass” was all you got before he pockets it. you’re laughing as you wrap your arms around his neck and deliberately place your lips on his, not going further, just resting there- his hands come down to grope at your ass making you curse, “thou shall not take the lords name in vain” he mocks, voice breathy against your lips, bringing your face down to his neck you say “i guess that’s why sundays are spending time on my knees, kennedy” he replies “i guess that means saturday’s are spent on your back” you lean back looking at him playfully “wouldn’t you like to know” his hand finds your throat as he parts your lips with his thumb before sliding it in allowing you to suck on it “our confession booth has room for two, if one doesn’t mind praising the lord on her knees if you’re free this sunday” you slips his thumb out of your moth and whisper in his ear “don’t bless me father for i have sinned and sorry daddy i’ve been bad do sound similar, don’t they? daddy” feeling him twitch through his pants leaves a satisfied smirk on your lips as you pull back making eye contact with him as ~surprise~ he’s in his room? in the church? your powers work on holy ground? “no” she tuts “this isn’t holy, something you brought with you, that’s why this worked” your form fully fledged out, youbsaumter over to him completely nude- body adorned with horns, wings and a tail that wrapped seductively around his leg as you replaced yourself on his lap. licking up his neck you say “i love it when they smell scared” he slowly brings his hands to your neck before running them down your body- you sit up proudly, peering down at him as he worships your body with his eyes and hands
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(can’t get more than that from brain except it’s the morning after and she’s back to her human form since she’s been fed and she’s listening to his thoughts spiral into what does he need to do for forgiveness and she just rolls over and say “four hail marys” eyes raking down his body like a predator “and a hand job”)
💀 anon, hiiii! 👋
I still stand by you should write fics cause you have so many yummy ideas!!! 🤭
And I love it so much!!! He’s so lonely so why not summon a demon for some company 😉 and he gets you! A succubus ready to suck him dry (pun very much intended 😜)
AHDKGBL I love this idea!!! I wish I had more gumption to work on it 😆 but it’ll def live rent free in my noggin 😵💫 (maybe a little October fic in the future 🤭)
more preist leon,,,, imagine being a brat to him because he’s been paying more attention to work instead did you so you do the next best thing when you’re alone and walk over to stand in front of him and pull your shirt down to play your tits while pouting and saying some shit like “dont bless me father for i have sinned” while trailing your hands down your stomach to the button of your pants while you slowly undo the band side then down to the floor and barley slip yiir fingers into your panties while looking up at him and he just tsks at you and says you’ll need to do more than that to tease him so it results in you taking his rosary off and putting in on so it dangles between your breasts,,,, you turn and head to your bed across from where he’s still standing in the doorway of your room watching as you get in bed on your stomach with your face turned to side to look at him while you pull your knees up so your ass in the air and start playing with yourself,, loudly moaning and playing it up letting an occasional “jesus” or “oh god” slip and he just shakes his head as he walks over to you getting in bed behind you and reaches down to yank his rosary around your neck pulling you up so hard it leaves indents in your skin moving that hand to hold your throat so your back is flush with his chest while he scolds and starts vigorously fingering your pussy while he moves his hand up your neck to hook two of his fingers into your mouth to muffle you because how dare you take the lords name in vain
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Yello 💀 anon! 👋
This is me reacting to this:
Ugh I love the thought of him basically using his rosary as a leash 🥴 choking you as he plays with your pussy, makes you apologize to him
“I-I’m sorry, Father Kennedy,” you hiccup, whimpering as his ring and middle fingers scissor open your dripping cunt.
“Begging for forgiveness already, little lamb?” He chuckles, voice smoky and dark in your ear; he tugs the rosary tighter around your throat, his lips twitching into a half smile when you gasp out a low moan.
i loved yours!!!! my thought was they decide to meet in the confessional and you’re wearing a dress with no panties and if you bend yourself over and line yourself up with hole he has access to your cunt and you’re just bracing yourself against the opposite wall hoping it’s not shaking too much 🤭
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(we know they wouldn’t wait until the church is empty)
AGEJGBL 😵💫 😵💫
That’s a great idea for real 🤭 ugh just knowing that Leon knows you’re completely bare under your modest skirt 😉
His stare burns into you the whole time until it’s finally obscured when he steps into the confessional. You hurry to get into the side that’s been modified 😜 you’re already soaking wet so it’s no hardship to just bend over and line yourself up
He sinks his cock into your drippy pussy as far as he can go, pelvis pressing against the cool wood and making him hiss. Bringing a hand up, you cover your mouth to stifle the noise as much as possible.
Then he’s just slowly fucking into you, deep strokes that makes your eyes roll back while you rub your clit in soft circles. You miss his hands on you, but the scandalous nature of it all has you climaxing in almost no time. He’s quick to follow, spilling inside your fluttering pussy until he pulls his cock back through the hole.
Needless to say, you’ve gotta plan a quick exit before you make a mess in front of god and everybody 😜
i can’t stop thinking about preist leon and reader
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(imagine if they used a confessional as a gloryhole)
Ahhh 💀 anon!!
I love this idea 😩 he’s so quiet except for little grunts and the occasional ‘good girl, suck it nice and deep’ 🥴 and you’re practically gagging on his cock cause you’re trying your best to throat him like the pious girl you are 🙏 🤭
