#priest fluff

[blasphemous-mutt]

Gently brushing the hair out of a priest's face during casual conversation and seeing his cheeks flush at the slightest bit of contact.

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[blasphemous-lamb]

I'm skipping supper with the other priests. I've done enough preaching for one day.

...Is that Holy Thursday sleepover still available? -🍏

of course! :)

since you skipped supper do you want me to make you something? I don't keep much food, and I didn't think anyone was coming so I didn't really prepare, but I think I could throw together some pelmeni for you.

[god-damned-me]

“I… I’ll damn you for real if you stop now”

Your words make the boy smile. "As you wish, My Reverend." He captures your lips again as he plans his hands firmly on your hips. They gently squeeze the flesh there as he finally sinks himself into you.

The moans that erupt from you causes him to pull you closer so he can make sure he's as deep as he possibly can go. "This is what I was thinking of when you found me touching myself in the supply closet." He pants out, his breath growing ragged with desire.

His teeth find purchase on your neck once again just before he begins to move, holding you as close as he physically can. His movements are slow and deliberate, savoring every second of being inside you. But it's clear he's holding back just how badly he wants to devour you in favor of wanting to make you feel as good as possible.

Each noise that comes from either of you just adds fuel to the fire. His hips buck into you harder and harder as his need grows.

Feeling your own desire poking at him and leaking against him, one of his hands wanders up and wraps around it. The look in his eyes from the whine that escapes you is enough to have your body feel like it's on fire.

You feel dizzy as he jerks you off and fucks into you at the same time. The most sinful noises fill the room. You can't even think as you feel heat pool in your gut. Before you know it, you're cumming all over him.

Your altar boy pulls you closer once again, hugging you tightly to himself as kisses you with a passion and fervor you'd only ever dreamed of receiving. The high of your release and the intensity of the moment almost doesn't even feel real.

He slowly pulls out, but pressing his forehead to your's. He looks at you with the loving eyes only a loyal dog can give. "...you broke lent." His devilish grin returns, laced with a wholesome sense of loving playfulness you can barely bring yourself to be mad at.

- ✝️🐾

(I hope you enjoyed this. I feel like this low-key counts as priest fluff just because it's so sweet even though it's still horny)

“FUCK the damn lent.” He only manages to mutter before letting his head fall back against the desk. Still in your arms, trembling from such an intense release.. this feels weird, so weird. But you seem so damn confident all of a sudden. Either you imagined this dozens of times (which you probably did) or he quite underestimated you from the beginning. No wonder that someone who thinks about himself most of the times instead of the people around him turns out to underestimate others…

However, this all feels… comfortable? Safe? He doesn’t even want to think too much for once and just lets himself rest in your arms for a few moments of weakness which you, hopefully, will not be reminding him of every once in a while.

[blasphemous-mutt]

Secretly sharing a bottle of communion wine with a priest. Sitting together outside on cement. The only illumination is the moon and the weak light just above the back door of the church.

Getting to hear him laugh and speak freely like this is such a rare sight. You can't help but feel your heart skip when his eyes lock onto your lips for a moment before he quickly looks away and tries to pretend it didn't happen.

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[blasphemous-mutt]

A priest not expecting much out of Valentine's Day.

A priest whose views on Valentine's Day are skewed by the confusing origins and would rather just not think about it.

A priest whose a hopeless romantic deep down but put that aside for his religion.

A priest who goes about his day normally as if it's any other day, despite all the heart decorations and flowers the resident nun and woman's group has adorned the church with.

A priest who goes back to his office and is surprised to find a wax sealed envelope with his name written in calligraphy on it.

A priest whose cheeks burn as he opens it and reads the heart felt letter of appreciation simply signed "From your Valentine".

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[blasphemous-mutt]

Nuzzling my face into the neck of a priest after a long day. Our arms wrapped around one another tightly. His hugs feel like a man desperate to hold onto the crumb of affection I've offered him for just a few moments more.

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[blasphemous-mutt]

Thinking about laying on a pew with my head in a priest's lap. His hands gently run through my hair. The quiet of the chapel brings nothing but confort. He quietly recites prayers to himself, but I appreciate them nonetheless.

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[blasphemous-mutt]

Kissing a priest breathless late into the night. His hands pull you closer and hold on as if pleading for you not to slip away. You don't want to anyway.

He'd been watching you for weeks now. You decided to talk to him about it and somehow ended up just kissing him. You thought he'd pull away...but to your surprise he melted into it.

Your breath mingles once you both finally pull away. His eyes are begging you to stay, but apologies pour from his lips.

With one last kiss, you silence him. You both can give confession later.

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