MIDNIGHT MASS (2021) Created By Mike Flanagan Book VI - Acts Of The Apostles

A gentle priest with soft hands who doesn’t know what to do with the overwhelming feeling of lust. He’s never tried to deal with his sexual desires at all. So you have to teach him how to get off and tell him what to do with his hard cock.

“Like this?”

“Yes, Father”

“God- it feels so good”

You watch him get the hang of it and right before he’s about to cum you kneel down in front of him to take his load down your throat. His eyes roll back as he pushes your head further down.

Sinner

kind of wanna invite you to private bible study sessions where you sit in my lap & I show you the passages about how grace is at its strongest in the bowels of sin, arms draped around you as I have you read them out loud for me, pulling you so close you can feel my bulge pulse against your back, whispering that I think god made you to redeem me as I nibble at your ear, asking if you'd let me have some of your light so I might be saved, that my fingers will know where to look bc the lord is guiding my hands, that only you can help me bc you're so so so special...

Sorry, I don't make the rules: over-emphasis on religious celibacy is always going to make a man a little bit more desirable. Playing hard to get on an institutional scale.

Art by Roberto Ferri

Imagining a priest squeezing and groping and kneading your clothed chest, playing with your nipples and whispering in your ear how erotic this part of your body is, how you tempt them every time you come to mass. Their hands slipping underneath your blouse to dig their fingers into your soft, supple skin and grinding slowly against your back. They don’t miss how you press yourself against them, almost as if you’re trying to squirm away from the sensation, and it makes them want to tease you more. Maybe they would wrap a delicate hand around your smooth throat, not squeezing, but just there as a reminder of who is in control. Maybe they would kiss the shell of your ear, your cheek, your nose, and your lips with a hidden hunger. Maybe they would bend you over and rut their clothed body against you, bouncing your ass against them feverishly, their holy hands still groping you.

corruption kink but it’s me corrupting a priest. like just the idea of them being completely thrown off by my presence. they keep fucking up their sermons. they can’t pray without thinking about me. them being so frustrated for having sinful thoughts about me and what i would do to them. them reconsidering their faith. them wanting to make me their new god