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“You taste divine,”
The Price of Salvation
A/n: in which you seek deliverance at your local church---only the priest has some unorthodox methods of soul cleansing. An excuse to write some twisted religious shit. Eat up, sinners x
Pairing: priest!gerard x fem reader
CW: blowjobs, slapping, spanking, improper use of the Bible, religious imagery, power imbalance, purification
Word count: 861
You’ve never been to church before tonight, but you’re pretty sure this isn’t how confession is supposed to be.
You’d bet money the priest doesn’t usually have his cock shoved down your throat, hips jerking forward and making you gag while murmuring about penance and cleansing, one hair in your hair, the other clutching a bible.
“You’re tainted,” Father Way says, a hiss through clenched teeth. “You’re a disgusting harlot.”
He yanks you off of him, and there’s an almost manic look in his dark hazel eyes. You want to look away, humiliated and broken on the cold tile floor, but you can’t. He’s your ticket to salvation, and you need it. After one too many nervous breakdowns, you figured it wouldn’t hurt to give religion a try.
How naive of you.
That’s how you ended up here at the local Catholic church in your town. It’s a snowy December night, and when you entered, Father Way greeted you with kindness and warmth. He gently assured you that you and himself were the only two people in the church, and that you could confess your sins freely.
When you began confessing, however, and saw his jaw tighten and eyes swirl with anger and lust, you realized that your absolution would come at a price.
“How many men have you let defile your body?” He asks, fisting a hand in your hair and tugging hard enough to coax tears to your eyes. “How many men have you tempted with your filthy sin?”
“I-I don’t know, I don’t—“ The Bible comes heavy and stinging across the side of your face, pain exploding across your cheekbone.
“Liar.” Father Way spats, grabbing your face hard, squeezing your jaw hard enough to make you whimper. “Tell me the truth. Confess.”
Your cheek is smarting, you can feel the warmth radiating and tingling on your skin.
“M-maybe ten? Eleven? Father, please, just—just help me,” you beg like a desperate thing, like you’re an inmate on death row and he’s the judge, gavel hovering in the air, waiting to come down.
You don’t miss the flicker of twisted satisfaction in his eyes at your desperation. He yanks you to your feet by the front of your shirt and shoves you towards the altar.
“You poor, wretched lamb.” He growls, shoving your body over the altar. Your hands scramble to grip the wooden edges, tits pressing down against the open Bible on the altar’s surface. When you lift your head, you’re met with the sight of the large wooden cross on the wall before you.
One hand firmly grabs at your hip while the other grips your face, forcing you to stare at that imposing crucifix.
“Beg for salvation,” he murmurs, voice eerily calm, the kind of calm that comes before real pain. “Beg me to cleanse your whorish body and depraved soul. Do it properly or we’ll skip straight to blood.”
“Please,” the word bursts from your throat like a dove from a cage. “Please, Father, I wanna—I wanna be saved.“ You hardly register the tears leaking down your cheeks. “I’ve sinned so much, I need your deliverance—”
A sharp crack rings through the empty church as the Bible comes down hard against your ass, hard enough to bruise. He lets out a ragged breath at the sound of your cry.
“Take it. Punishment is the only way to salvation for a sinner like you.” Another strike, harsher than the last.
By the time he’s struck you ten times, your ass is smarting from the pain, hot under the denim of your jeans. Your cheeks are wet with tears and your throat is hoarse from screaming. Father Way is holding you down on the altar with a firm hand on your back.
“I’m going to cleanse you from the inside out,” he pants in your ear, sounding every bit wrecked that you feel. You can feel the press of his cock against the cleft of your ass.
“You want to be saved? Fine. I’ll have mercy on your filthy soul,” he whispers gruffly in your ear. His hands come around to unbutton your jeans and shove them down roughly, along with your panties. He palms the reddened, raw flesh of your ass, pulling a soft mewl from you. Oh god, you realize with a throb of warring anxiety and anticipation in your stomach. He’s going to fuck me. He spreads you open and spits on your cunt, using his thumb to spread the wetness over your already shockingly wet flesh.
“You see that Bible in front of you, my child? Get your tits off of the holy scripture. You’re going to read as I cleanse you, and if I hear so much as stutter I’ll make sure your cunt aches for a week. Read aloud Thessalonians 4:3. And don’t even bother begging me to pull out, little lamb. If you’ll let strange men cum inside you, taint your already-dirty body, then you better beg for the release of a priest to purify your insides. Maybe you’ll be blessed with a child if God deems you saved. Then you’ll learn. Quiet now, sweet girl, I’m barely inside you yet.”
//people freaking out over @eloheirivka is the best and I love it so much especially since Belle is so far outside of normal human/mortal reality atp that she's just like 'What? Him? That guy?' as if he's not The god of one of the biggest religions on the planet
Currently working on part 2 of the Pervy Hank fic and since I’ve had zero free time outside of seeing family and being on planes a good chunk of it was written in the Vatican. Sorry Jesus…
the holy trinity is the father the son and the holy ghost WRONG actually it’s batman superman and wonder woman
Might have to blacklist "Pope" for at least the next 2 weeks
book ask 4, 12, 13 :-)
4. Did you discover any new authors that you love this year?
Ann Leckie! I read her five Imperial Radch books in the span of about two weeks back in August, and I'll be looking out for anything else she puts out. Wonderful character work, a distinctive voice, endlessly imaginative.
12. Any books that disappointed you?
Queen of the Damned, by Anne Rice... not good, sorry Anne! Not a villain we really needed, endless exposition, and not a huge sense that the author was having fun. The only positive was that it lowered my expectations going into the next Vampire Chronicles book, which was excellent.
13. What were your least favourite books this year?
Queen of the Damned, above, which didn't meet my expectations; Memnoch the Devil, which did. Not enough fun and too much Catholicism for my liking.
i just don’t see what possible reason a born protestant would convert to catholicism. why would anyone go “there aren’t enough avenues for authorities to mistreat me in my life”