#maybe if i confess my sins on here i can forgive myself

[soggypotatoes]

every now and then i remember when on orientation day i asked this girl 'whats your background' when i meant to ask what she previously studied/did and she looked at me like :/ and said 'samoan' and pointedly asked me what my background was

and for some reason instead of correcting myself i panicked and was like 'oh love that' and then realised how that whole interaction sounded and left immediately

you ever accidentally commit microaggressions and wanna die after

#it's ok i learnt a lesson #there are better ways to phrase things. jesus #ed mumbles #whenever i remember that i shrivel up inside im so sorry patience i didnt mean to say any of that #maybe if i confess my sins on here i can forgive myself #also do you think itd be weird if i happen to see her again to apologise and tell her what i meant lol #shes probably forgotten. im just anxious

[jyoongim]

I was just thinking like..alastor in his nun outfit…Charlie takes us to confession for like an admitting our sins exercise (but it’s actually just in the hotel) to confess our sins, we admit to fantasising about Alastor and we reveal our dirty fantasies and he hears it..maybe decides to act on it to cleanse us of our sins….IDKKK

FORGIVE ME DADDY FOR I HAVE SINNED

(Love your writing btw) 

I LOVE YOU!!!! Thank you for reading my horny writings babe!!!

Title: Sweet Confession

”uuuuhhhh Charlie why do we have to confess our sins? Ain’t that a little personal?” Angel asked as she finished explaining her new ‘bonding’ exercise.

The princess beamed “That’s the whole point! To acknowledge your wrong doings and knowing that you can be vulnerable with the sins you’ve committed”

The group groaned but went on with it.

She had a curtain set up to give privacy and a chair to sit and you just spilled out your darkest secrets to a box?

it wasn’t her worst idea. Being vulnerable was good…so what was the harm?

You fiddled with your fingers as you took a seat.

This reminded you of when your mother would force to to church and seek advice from a priest about your woes. You never really understood the point.

You hadn’t committed the most elaborate sin, but you weren’t a pure sinner either.

“Remember take all the time you need! Crying is good!” You heard Charlie say as she closed the curtain, leaving you to yourself.

”what are you here to confess?” A automatic voice said from the box.

What could you confess? Your sin was boring…

”I-I have been pledged with rather lewd thoughts” you said shyly.

”I know it sounds crazy but I…I think about Alastor in these thoughts”

’Why?’ The voice responded.

You bit your lip “I don’t know. He’s witty, confident, rough around the edges. He’s always around and so helpful. I kind of feel bad now” your shoulders wilted.

”He’s just my kind of guy I guess. Tall, Dark, oh so handsome my gooooodddd” you gushed.

”and how do you think of him in these thoughts of yours?”

You gulped “He’s just so polite and a gentleman that it just does something to me. Under all that, he’s a demon. Its hot and mysterious and I just want him to fuck my brains out…not literally…well the fuck part literally but not til I’m dead”

”I want him. Like carnally. I knooooow I can be a good girl for him. I would let that man do anything to me. I want to give my utter and complete devotion to him as he ruins me. I want him to like its a need to breathe. He lives in my head rent free!” You whined.

”I don’t go a single night without touching myself to his voice. Its like velvet. I imagine how he would growl in my ear as he watch me tease myself. Pouring out praise and degrading words as I whine for his dick…oooohhh his dick I know its big I just know it. I need him inside me. To fill me with his cum. To carve my pussy to his shape and make me lose my mind. I think about being his willingly. I don’t need a deal to give him my soul” you trailed off. You hadn’t realized you were ranting. The very confession had your face flushed, thighs clenching at the thought of your fantasy coming true.

You laughed, shaking our head “I guess that’s a sin? Having lustful thoughts about some one? I didn’t really think anything of it but it felt good to admit that to something. people would think I’m crazy…fantasizing about the Radio Demon knocking the coins out of me hahaha”

You took a deep breathe and emerged from the curtain, feeling a bit better for confessing your darkest desires.

Alastor had a wide Cheshire smile on his face. Listening to the hotel’s residents secrets and woes gave him a sense of entertainment.

 Your confession about the red demon was very interesting.

Alastor’s mind had formed a very detailed picture of your confession.

You, doe-eyed and wanton as you whined for his cock. He would make you beg him to fuck you. To ruin you.

You shaking from overstimulation and covered in his cum flashed in his mind.

He chuckled darkly at the thought, Oh what a pretty pet you will make.

And who would he be if he didn’t make you sweet little fantasy a reality?

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[corruptive-sinner]

I walk into the church and see him, the priest standing up, giving an empassioned sermon to a small crowd. As he scans the people there he pauses on me, stumbling his words ever so slightly.

I take a seat in the back behind everyone, so they can't see me. I never break eye contact and he attempts to ignore me unsuccessfully. I lick my lips dlowly once in a while whenever he looks in my dorection, flashing a fang here and there and maybe the split in my tongue. The Father attempts to continue as normally but it's obvious he's distracted as he forgets lines he just read, loses his train of thoughts and ends on a much timider note than his previous vigor.

The crowd disperses as he quickly exits his podium, scurrying with his eyes down to the confessjon booth. I walk over and take a seat inside.

"What is it you wish to confess my child." His voice calmer now, thinking a normal deciple is sitting next to him, one of his flock.

"I think you have some confessing, Father."

Even through the small openings I can tell he is struck slack jawed. Scared. Cornered.

"You saw me in the crowd, my presence scared you and yet, you ran here. As if you want me to-"

"Shut up, foul demon."

"Ah ah ah," I scold, "thats not very holy Father. Lying in a confessiom booth." I make a tutting sound with my mouth. His breathing is slow but deeper than before.

"You came in as well."

"Yes, but you know what I am. This is your little box, and instead of running, you brought me here."

He stays silent this time,

"Father, what have you been up to. Touching yourself again? Thinking of a demon ravishing you in your place of worship?"

"Nonsense," his breathing is labored now.

"What could a mouth as wet and warm do to you, how you wish to drop to your knees for me instead, beg me for forgiveness in the form of lustful sins." The Father lets out a small groan,

"Touch yourself Father, I know you wish to." And with that surprisingly he obeyed, usually it took more pushing than that. But I hear him unzip his pants and the muffled moans of the first few delicate touches of his neglected cock.

"Wow Father, you're such a whore. Giving yourself over so quickly? Did you even bother taking off your cross?"

"No, I won't, He will protect me," he gasps out quietly.

"You think you're defiant, but you commit more sins with it on." The small moans and cries are to much to take, I want to touch him myself. So I slip out of my side and slither into his.

His eyes are glossy with tears of shame but he looks at me with pleading eyes. His cock dribbles precum as I kneel down.

"Out of all the people who kneel in front of you, how many do you imagine are me?"

"N-none,"

"Yes, oh yes, I have," he pants. "Someone came in, they smelled of smoke, like you. I couldn't stand anywhere near him without your sinful voice in my head."

"Liar," I take his cock and his hands drop to grip the seat with such intensity as if it would buck him off. "now now, tell me the truth. You caved so easily so I know I've been on your filthy mind." I start slowly pumping his cock and spreading his precum around as lubrication. He makes a pathetic noise and leans his head back, one hand coming up to desperately cover his mouth.

That made me instantly electrified. I leaned in to lick the base of his cock to the head. Fangs exposed, forked tongue wrapping around as much as I could make it.

He muffles his cry as best he can, stiff all over and tears leaking from his eyes. His lust barley contained by restraint as I break it more and more.

I let out a small laugh at the pathetic man in front of me. A holy man so easily coerced into sinful acts, splayed out and panting as a demon licks his cock. And he wants this so bad, I'll just have to get him to admit it.

I pull away. "What do you want Father?"

He stays silent, only letting a small groan at the lack of contact.

"Use those gorgeous lips of yours like you do when you read the good book." I goad him on, hes so turned on if he doesn't cum it will be worse than Hell, and I plan on taking full advantage.

"Please," he barley mumbles out between his fingers.

I stand up, take his hand away from his mouth and repeat "Use." I trace my other hands pointer finger up his torso, "Your." I stop under his chin, "Words." I tilt his chin up so he looks me in the eyes.

"Please, do something, touch me, suck me off, ride me, let me touch you, I want you so bad. Please," the Father pleads, his voice shaky and barley above a whisper.

"That's my good boy." I purr leaning into his ear. He shakes and lets out another stiffled moan.

Pulling his collar out to get better acess, I graze my open mouth across his neck, barley letting my fangs make any contact. Licking softly when I find my sweet spot that makes him jump and biting there softly.

I whisper in his ear, "touch me Father, take what you want so badly." And he does, like a scared animal he slides his hands across my body. First starting at my back, stiff, nervous, then moving to hold my sides as I start sucking on his neck, I know I've hit a good spot when his grip tightens and I feel his perfectly manicured nails press into me.

He is full of surprises as he starts feeling my pants and fumbles with my belt. Rushed and desperate. I did say take what you want after all.

He pauses suddenly.

"Whats the matter Father? Scared?"

"No, may I please fuck you?" He looks up at me. Meets my eyes all om his own.

"Oh Father, you want to commit this sin? To fuck a demon and give into lust?"

"Yes, oh yes, please." He begs, rubbing circles into my hips with his anxious thumbs. He's nothing but endearing even when faced with me.

I lean down to kiss him, slipling my pants doen and straddling his lap, erection twitching beneath me. He kisses poorly, hands frozen partly mid air.

I laugh, "you have no clue what you're doing don't you? Here let me."

I slowly guide the kiss, he follows my lead, whenever my fangs snag on his lips or tongue he moans. Purposely going out of his way to lick my fangs until one too hard makes him bleed just barley. The pervert moans at that too. He's obsessed with my tongue as well, sliding in between it with his own.

Using my hands to move his I place one at my hips and his dominant hand I guide down to my cock and opening.

"Feel my cock and how wet I am, play with me and you'll be rewarded."

"You're already a reward." He says suddenly, ducking his head when he realizes he said that outloud. But he doesn't pull his hands away.

He feels my cock's head carefully, inquisitivly. I rock my hips to help him along, making sure he knows when he's hit good spots with moans and harder breaths. He becomes bolder and picks up quickly, testing further to fingering me. Sliping one in and letting out a truly desperate noise as he feels how warm, soft, and wet I am. Adding a few more encouraged by my moans of pleasure.

"Please, please let me fuck you Daddy." He's completely under my control now.

"Good boy," I huff out, and lower myself to rub his cock on my opening. Teasing him by sliding across and barley putting pressure.

"Please please please please," he begs into my shoulder, gripping me so tightly it may bruise.

I line him up and sink down in one clean go. He sobs a moan into my shoulder, pressing hard to muffle himself.

"Shhhh it's ok baby," I coo into his ear petting his hair, he relaxes from the initial wave and I start sliding up and down.

He pulls back and we continue kissing as the speed and intensity of my thrusts builds. Hitting his lap harder to get as much in as possible and pushing my tongue into his mouth. Hes a moaning mess scrambling his hands across my body, one landing on my dick to rub causing me to moan into our kiss. The other comes onto my back and holds on for dear life. He can't last much longer at this rate.

"D-addy, oh please, can I cum in you?" He is delirious with pleasure and the impending climax he hasn't felt in a long time.

"Cum in me Father, you perverted sinner." I slam my hips down.

And with that he explodes inside me. Moaning and rocking his hips. The warm cum filling me up deep inside. I cum as well, milking his cock for all he can give. His pathetic rutting mixed with whimpers fill the booth. All decency abandoned for a climax in his holy place.

Panting and shaking, he comes down from the high. Unable to even meet my eyes I see the shame set in.

"Oh Father, having regrets so soon?" I slide off his softening cock, slipping my pants back on and buckling my belt. He stays there barley moving.

"Will you leave now." Is all he managed to say as he shoves himself back into his pants, fixing his removed collar, and attempting to look like he didnt just fuck someone.

"You'll want me back dear," i turn to leave when he grabs my arm. Not an ounce of aggresion.

He pulls me into a soft kiss before letting me go. I walk out of the booth, no one was remotley paying attention either already left or to far away. I slip out the front door, casting one last look to our very own corrupted priest. He is looking at me, but swiftly turns away and walks to his office. I'll be visiting this church again very soon~

End.

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[sunghoonalter-archived]

❣︎ ⎯⎯ temptation incarnate

Idol pairing: Jake x fem!reader

Genre: smut, church boy/girl au

Warnings: usage of maybe 4 pet names, fingering, sacrilege, inexperienced!reader, lots of kissing, semi-public sex (it's in a confessional), mild profanity, corruption kink.

Synopsis: what you thought was confessing your sinful thoughts of corrupting an innocent church boy to a priest turned out to be telling the boy himself you wanted him and him giving you what you want.

A/N: so hi ho! This just so happens to be my first (and probably last) smut I've written on here, so if it's shit I'm so sorry. Since this is my first, feedback is most definitely appreciated in any form, specifically rbs and comments!

Enjoy I guess!

You stood outside the confessional, wiping your hands down on your dress before finally entering. As you sat down, your hand immediately made its way to your forehead, giving it a gentle touch as your hand does the same to your lower chest, moving to your left shoulder and then your right.

"Bless me, Father, for I have sinned."

You said, keeping your eyes on your lap. "I don't remember exactly how long it's been since my last confession." You closed your mouth, parting it so slightly. "My sins are," your voice was soft. "Shameful."

The mere thought of speaking them aloud made you afraid, fearing it would make it more real. A few weeks ago, you would never have thought such things but now they're all you could think about. Impure, disgusting thoughts that you can't find the words to confess.

But the man on the other side is patient. You know that the priest is there as he said only two words since you'd entered.

"Tell me."

His voice sounded.. different. He didn't sound like the priest you saw every Sunday, but you were too focused on your thoughts to notice. You two sat in silence as you finally found the courage to speak, knowing you needed to if you had any chance of forgiveness.

"For the past few weeks, I've had thoughts and dreams. Dreams so vivid they almost feel real. Repetitive thoughts all filled with nothing but impurity. Filled with nothing but one person."

You exhaled deeply. "I kneel before him as I would before God. I feel him on my skin and even taste him on my tongue. I ache when I think of him and feel so full when I dream of him. It's almost as if he's taken over me."

Your fingers clutched onto the hem of your dress as you continued to speak, feeling shame for saying such things to a man of God.

"I dream of turning him from a holy and pure soul into one with the sole purpose of filling me when I wake up empty from my dreams. I even try reenacting his touches in my thoughts to please myself, only to fail and leave me in more shame."

You stopped talking, holding onto your dress before you hear the priest speak, slightly surprised that you hadn't noticed the unfamiliar voice sooner.

"How does he touch you in your dreams?"

You blinked, not expecting to be asked that but you were told that priests asked all kinds of questions if they needed clarification on certain things.

"He touches me all over," you said, sounding smaller than when you entered. "He leaves a burning trail on my skin, touching wherever he can get his hands on. But I dream a lot of him.. uhm," you gulped.

"Of him?" The voice on the other side asked, beginning to sound distant, even a hint of a smirk in his tone.

"I dream of him touching me in the most intimate of ways, in the most intimate of places." You said softly, tensing up as you spoke. "And when I try doing it, it doesn't feel the same. If anything, it makes me think of him more."

It's at this point, your thighs are clenched together as you try to calm the ache coming from in between them. The fact that merely talking about it was causing this felt even more shameful.

"Every other offense is just as the other, they're never ending," you said to finish off. "I'm sorry for all of these, and all my sins."

The air was filled with silence when you finished. You couldn't even hear his breath or your own. You must've shamed him, you thought. Moments have gone by and he hasn't given guidance or even a prayer.

"Will you not absolve me, Father?" You sounded timid as you looked in the direction of the priest, who sounded as though he were shifting around.

Suddenly you heard the sliding door on the other side open and close. You blinked in confusion, wasn't he supposed to say something?

Your eyes stay glued to your lap as you fiddle with the hem of your dress.

"Do you think you deserve absolution?"

The voice caught your attention, eyes widening when you met eyes with its owner. Your lips were parted but you were too stunned to even think of anything to say.

There he stood, the very man of your dreams, leaning against the door frame of the booth. The one plaguing your thoughts since the day he first arrived.

His dark brown hair was neatly styled, dressed in his Sunday best. The soft candle light coming from behind him gave off a heavenly glow, as if an angel were standing before you. The embodiment of innocence and purity.

Yet the small smirk on his face should've been the first sign that the innocent little church boy you met a few weeks back was nothing more than a facade.

"From what you told me," he began as he took a seat next to you, closing the door behind him. "You're already on the road to not being worth saving."

Your thighs couldn't hold themselves together any tighter, his presence only made the ache worsen. The air around you was filled with his scent, your ears filled with the sound of his voice, your eyes focused on nothing but him. He was everywhere, there was no escaping your desire.

"I'm not," you managed to say softly. You were convinced that you could still be saved.

"Really?" He asked as he scooted closer. "Dreaming of turning this 'holy and pure' soul into something that'll fill you up whenever you want sounds a bit.. how do I say it?" He pretended to think. "Maybe.. indecent? Dirty? Slutty even?"

With every one of his words, your hands fought the urge to quiet him down. Until his last word when you practically leapt forward to hold your hand over his mouth.

"Shh, someone's gonna hear you!" You whisper-yelled, clutching his mouth shut to silence him, afraid of someone finding you together but mostly to stop his voice from affecting you even more.

You could feel him chuckling underneath your hand. You're sat with a confused expression as he slowly moved your hand away from his mouth.

"Princess, there's no one here." It was as if a mountain of butterflies escaped inside your stomach from the pet name. "It's just me and you here."

You couldn't help but wonder if you should be thankful as Jake moved even closer.

"You probably haven't even held hands with a boy let alone kissed one, have you?" His voice grew softer as he spoke with a gentle smile.

You shook your head. In all honesty, you were never allowed near the opposite sex so Jake’s proximity was already new to you.

"Can I?" He stuck his hand out.

You nodded slowly as you clutched onto his hand. "Congratulations, you're straying further from the shepherd, little lamb," he snickered.

This time, you moved closer to him. It was all so slow but so fast at the same time. You couldn't control your body anymore as it drew itself towards him.

"Can you kiss me?" It came out as a breathy whisper. "Please?"

"Well since you asked so nicely," he said as he brought his hand to your nape, pulling you gently towards him as he closed the gap between you two. The second his lips touched yours, it ignited the most satisfying of fires within you. He let go of your hand to place it on your waist, spreading the fires to wherever his hand moved.

He was patient with you, knowing you had no experience in kissing. It was almost cute to him how you sat completely still as he did all the work. But the small whine you let out when he pulled away was nothing short of adorable.

"Since it's obvious you don't know what you're doing," Jake smiled, trying to hide a snicker. "Just relax and follow my lead, okay?"

You nodded as you closed your eyes. You grasped onto his blazer as he dove back in, keeping his kiss slow and gentle. It all felt like a sin but his soft lips tasted like a dream.

He didn't bother hiding his hunger as he deepened the kiss, feeding on your innocent whimpers. You could feel his shit eating grin against your lips as your grip on his sleeves tightened to try holding back your moans of newfound pleasure.

He somehow deepened the kiss further, leaving you unable to breathe through the miniscule breaks he gave you. Your one hand stayed on his arm while the other shot up to his hair, softly gripping a handful.

The air grew thick and hot when he pulled away. He must've noticed your slightly louder protests as he let out a chuckle. You would much rather be suffocated by his sinfully sweet kiss than breathe the tense-filled air.

His hands made their way to your waist, giving it a little squeeze. One of his hands moves ever so slowly down your hip, stopping to rub small circles on it with his thumb.

Could he feel himself setting your body on fire? Was he waiting for you to say something? Did he want to keep listening to your laboured breaths knowing he caused it?

"Jake," you finally breathed out, grasping the hand on your hip.

"Yes, y/n?"

The way your name rolled off his tongue was too satisfying. You were too stuck in the moment, too stuck on him.

"What are you waiting for?"

"Hm," he smiled. "For a virgin, you're an eager little slut, huh?"

Your heart skipped a beat and you weren't sure if it was the name calling or his sickeningly sweet tone but all you knew was that you wanted to feel more, and you wanted him to do it.

"Please do something," you whined softly, parting your legs just a bit to try signalling him closer. "Please."

His eyes darted towards your shifting legs, looking back into your eyes. "You want me to touch you?"

You nodded, shifting a bit more in your seat.

"Just like in your dreams?" He asked, removing his hands from you. You give him a nod more frantic than the last. "Tell me, how exactly do I touch you?"

Jake’s eyes were focused on your hands, waiting for your demonstrations. You felt small under his intense gaze, not sure where to start.

"Uhm, well, you," you mumbled, holding your hands up, too shy to open your legs any further as you know you'd soak your already damp underwear, fearing it may even stain your safety shorts. You weren't sure how much came out of someone when they had temptation staring them down as if they were prey.

He tilted his head slightly, while amused by your shy behaviour, he couldn't help but feel impatient. "Come here," he patted his lap to which you immediately obey, snuggling your back against his chest.

"Take my hands, and show me how you dream of me," his tone grew strict with authority as he laid his hands palms down on your thighs. You hesitantly place your hands on his, slowly guiding them.

"One time, it was here," you push his hands towards your breasts. He pulled you closer, placing his chin on your shoulder. His hands stay where you placed them, giving your breasts a soft squeeze to which he receives a soft squeak in response.

"Like that?" He whispered in your ear, just adding to the shivers he sent through your body with every passing moment.

"Something like that, yeah," you breathed out before moving his hands lower down. He knew exactly where you were taking him, he just liked you telling him exactly what you wanted.

You'd led his hands back onto your thighs, shyness setting in once more before you courageously moved them towards the hem of your pretty white dress. "And here."

He placed a kiss on your shoulder as he moved his hands slowly up your dress himself. "Like this?"

You nodded quickly as you slowly sank into his chest, not able to feel his raging boner underneath you.

Once his hands reached the hem of your shorts, he stopped. "Take it off for me," he said. Your face burned from diffidence as you grew slightly insecure at the thought of him really touching you in the most intimate of places.

Regardless, you did as he said, lifting your hips slightly off his lap to tug your shorts down, shimmying them onto the floor. Your heart pounded as your bare thighs touched each other. It was really happening.

Jake pushed your knees apart, holding them in place with his own so you wouldn't shut your legs. He worked silently, moving his hand further up as the other stayed on your inner thigh with his thumb rubbing gentle circles on it.

You didn't know where to put your hands, keeping them close to your chest to stay out of his way. Small whimpers escaped your lips as his feather light touches made its way to the waistband of your underwear.

"You okay?" He asked, moving you into a new position, in his arms as if he were carrying you bridal style. He figured he'd better get a good angle of the pretty expressions you'd make when you came.

His hand slid back under your dress, his other arm holding you. His finger gently grazed over the damp spot of your underwear, gaining little whimpers from you as his leg managed to trap one of your legs, preventing you from closing them.

"Fuck," he breathed out. "So wet, and all because of me?"

You nodded, snuggling your head into the crook of his neck.

His hand slides into your panties, with his index finger sliding through your folds. Your louder whimpers were luckily muffled as you kept your head buried in his neck, clutching onto his shirt as his finger slid up and down.

His finger was coated in your arousal within seconds, taking his hand out to discard your underwear entirely. You felt yourself clenching on nothing as cold air brushed against your core from him lifting up your dress.

"Ready?" He looked at you, waiting for your answer. You nodded. "Yes," you whimpered as his finger hovered just above your entrance.

He continued moving lazily up and down, enjoying the light twitching of your thighs when he grazed your clit.

Everything about this was new to you. It never felt like anything when you tried it but the bare minimum already felt so good when he did it. But you grew impatient, wanting to urge him to do more.

"More, Jake, please," you mumbled as you tugged at his tie.

"Okay, my darling," he plopped a kiss on your cheek as he picked up his pace, pushing his finger down onto your clit as he rubbed circles on it. He wore a shit eating grin when you squirmed, grabbing onto his sleeve and letting out small uncontrollable moans into the crook of his neck. You were basically at his mercy, and he was going to enjoy every second of it.

You were confused when he suddenly stopped, moving your head away from his neck to see if something was wrong, but he just held his finger up.

"Wanna taste yourself?" Jake asked, bringing his finger to your lips. You looked at him with uncertainty before opening your mouth, him pushing the digit inside and being sure to slide against your tongue.

It was an interesting taste to say the least, one you weren't sure you wanted to taste again. But he kept his finger in your mouth, thrusting it in and out to ensure you cleaned it. You parted your lips as he dragged his finger out with a noticeable string of saliva attached.

"And?" He asked as he moved his hand back to its rightful spot between your legs.

"It's okay," you muttered, licking your lips.

"Hm, lemme try," he said, using his other hand to push your head down, encapsulating your lips in another sweet kiss.

Yet it's short-lived once he switches to his middle finger, collecting more of your arousal as he deepened the kiss. But once he saw his opportunity, he slowly slid his finger inside your aching pussy, sliding his tongue into your mouth once you parted your lips to let out a groan.

You clutched onto his shoulders for what felt like dear life as his finger seemed to stutter. "You're so fucking tight," he hissed as he pulled away. You tried your best to relax, melting into his hold, keeping a slow and steady pace.

"Ahh!" You moaned into his neck once he curled his digit. Never before would you have thought a man's mere finger could bring you so much pleasure.

His pace quickened, giving you barely any time to adjust the new speed as he randomly curled his finger once more. He kept you squirming and whining, knuckles white from how harshly you clutched onto his sleeve.

"Hmmph!-" You crept further into his neck, trying to keep your sounds as soft as possible despite the squelching noises caused by his near mercilessly thrusting and the sound of his palm sma king against your core echoing against the walls of the confessional.

Not long after, he slowed down, giving your body enough to cool down before he gently pushed a second finger in.

"Fuck!" You cried into his shoulder, moving your hips slightly to keep the pace going, trying to ease the sting of the stretch. "Oh, God~"

"God's not here, angel," he muttered into your ear as he kept his fingers moving. "It's just you and me." But he gave you even less time to adjust, moving at his quickened pace again. "Touch yourself like I did," he commanded. You moved your head away from his neck, keeping your mouth shut to avoid any chance of someone hearing your erotic sounds, releasing his sleeve to try fulfilling his command.

You brought your index finger up to his mouth, with your other hand holding yours closed. He stuck his tongue out for you to collect his saliva, to which you slide your finger across it before bringing it down to your swollen clit, rubbing harsh circles on it.

It was all overwhelming: the pace of his fingers, the pace of yours, the thought of getting caught. Most importantly, that you were too far gone for any shred of forgiveness that there was no use asking for any.

You were no longer a child of God, but in all honesty you never were. The second you laid eyes on Jake those weeks ago, you were his.

Your climax began to build up faster than you'd anticipated, your body readying itself for the strong release even though you knew you weren't ready. "I'm, hmmph, I-" You tried to announce, just to give Jake the heads-up to slow down a bit but he only moves faster.

You didn't have enough time to move your head into his shoulder again, forced to throw your head back as silently as you could. Your mouth swung open as your climax finally hit, body convulsing in the most satisfying way.

It was hard to catch your breath, coming out as hoarse noises as Jake’s fingers began to slow down before halting. Your body felt weak in his hold. He'd pulled his fingers out of you, leaving you clenching on air, almost saddened to be emptied and wanting nothing more than for him to fill you again.

He brought his hand up to his face, licking off your juices, wiping his hand off on his blazer. "Let's get you cleaned up," he said, softly pushing you back onto the seat. You struggled to catch your breath as you watched him pat your legs dry with a handkerchief from his inside pocket.

He brought it up to your forehead, patting the sweat away. "What about you?" You mumbled.

"What about me?" He smiled as he fixed your hair.

"Don't you need to get off too?"

He snickered. "So fucked out and still worried about me, how cute." He helped put your underwear and shorts back on, placing a kiss on your forehead. "Don't worry about that now, let's just get you looking less like you were hit by a truck."

You let out a breathy laugh as he opened the door, picking you up and carrying you out of the booth. As nice as the fresh air of the chapel was, you'd rather bury your face in the crook of Jake's neck, breathing him in.

"So," he leaned in close to whisper.

"When are we doing this again?"

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confession.

hi babes!! i’ve been working on this one for ages and finally finished it yesterday. it’s a joel miller au where he is a priest🧍🏼‍♀️😇. definitely sacrilegious so please avoid reading if that can be a trigger for you!! basically just filth! maybe a part 2 coming if anyone is interested? tia 💗

MINORS DNI 18+ ONLY

warnings: smut, pure filth, religious terms, reader afab, gendered terms, oral male receiving, slight voyeurism??, sex in a church, i’m so sorry, praying so hard after this one, age gap (24 & 56), more of my terrible endings, not super edited,

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Okay, you can do this. You’ve confessed so many times before. It’s simple. You tried to convince yourself as you walked up the steps to church. It shouldn’t be different, should be the way it usually was but something was different. That something being the new Priest, the man who prompted you to even need to confess in the first place. Father J, that’s what he liked the congregation to call him. Everyone immediately fell in love with him, all the women whispered that he was handsome and all the men wanted to invite him over to their barbecues. You hadn’t been immune to his charm either, that being what got you into this mess. 24 years old and marching up the church steps to confess to probably the most embarrassing thing you could think of. You should have dressed up a bit more, clad in your work uniform and messy hair tied up in a bun. Just tight jeans and a fitting t-shirt that proudly displayed the name of the restaurant you worked at across the chest. Church was meant to be judgment free but you knew if any of the old ladies in the congregation saw you walk in that way you’d be the talk of the week until another young woman did something that they deemed worse. Regardless, you walked to the front of the church and found the confessional with the door open, inviting you in to make a fool of yourself.

Stepping inside, you shut the door behind you and settle into your seat. scratching at the denim of your jeans to release some anxiety. “Good Afternoon and Bless you, my child.” You hear, his voice bringing you comfort along with more stress. “Hi…” You sigh, remembering your next words. “Bless me Father, for I have sinned.” You say quietly, looking towards the wall between you and seeing the outline of his head and broad shoulders. “Go ahead, confess your sins.” Going quiet to allow you to confess. You take a deep breath, preparing yourself before speaking up. “I don’t know..exactly how to say this. Ever since you came to our church, well, your church now, ever since then i’ve had these feelings. You obviously know, ok well maybe you don’t know, but you’re very handsome. All the women in the congregation talk about it like all of the time.” You laugh and you hear him chuckle quietly, you wouldn’t have been able to even hear him if you weren’t in such a confined place. “Anyways, i’m sorry. This is weird for me to admit..” You whisper. “Would it be easier if we were face to face?” He asks, “No! No, I'm sorry. No, sir. I think my face would be far too red telling you this to your face.” You admit, taking yet another deep breath before deciding to just come out and say it.

“I had a se-explicit dream about you and I haven’t stopped thinking about it since. I’m so sorry. I feel so so bad!” You say, bracing yourself for the man to raise his voice or leave the cupboard for you to sit in silence with your filthy thoughts. You notice the air around you change, becoming more heavy as the seconds tick by. Finally, after what feels like forever he speaks up. “I-There’s no need to apologize, this is why i’m here.” His voice is strained, an octave lower than normal but you were far too embarrassed to even notice. “Just this one dream?”

“Yes…well, no. Father, please forgive me. I keep having this same dream: I find myself daydreaming about it when I know I shouldn’t. I tried to tell my mom but she told me I should come share with you so…yeah.” The man next to you nods slowly, letting out a shaky breath as he attempts to compose himself. He knew it was you over there, he had seen you walk in and through the rows of benches closer to where he was.

“I see…Well, dreams of that variety are common. I have people coming in all the time to confess them. Do you remember what happened in this dream? and these daydreams..” He was toeing a very thin line, knowing that what he heard next might not be easy to sit still during. As much as he attempted to be immune to thoughts about sins of the flesh he was just a man, a man who had a beautiful young woman admitting something like this about him, to him. Your cheeks turn bright red, not having expected to be asked for specifics. You had been prepared to confess and then forget it ever happened, but here you were opening your mouth to explain the dream to your priest. Your sweet, kind, handsome priest…No! God Forgive me. You were just going to have to live in the confession box if your thoughts kept moving that way.

“Okay well..” Here goes nothing. How specific were you supposed to be?? “It starts the same every time..you ask me to stay after mass to help you with something. Once everyone is out of the building..i’m helping you put the hymn books back. Most of the time I feel you come up behind me while I'm putting them away…your hands touching my waist and I can feel your breath across my neck.” You reach up to rub the back of your neck instinctively, trying to ignore the steady heat that was beginning to burn in your belly. “After I would feel your breath I'd..I’d…it’d be your lips on my neck. Kissing and..and sucking.” You whisper, not daring to look over at him. “Go on..”

“Well you’d leave a lot of marks..all over my skin. I remember one you said that you wanted everyone in the congregation to know how much..how..oh i’m sorry, father but how slutty I was being for you..”

“Shh, it’s alright.” He whispers, voice deep with something you couldn’t put a finger on. It couldn’t have possibly been lust, could it? “Would it make you feel better if you came and sat with me while you told me more?” He asks and you think on it quickly before nodding. “Yes Father. That’d feel better.” You say and leave your side, walking around to the side of the confession box he was in and stepping inside. Bodies were close together, fingers brushing over each other as you found a place to stand. “Kneel, my child. Then continue on.” He orders, voice still soft and kind which makes it easier for you to follow his direction. You put your hands on his thighs to steady yourself as you knelt down in front of him, cheeks bright red at the compromising position. He nods his head to urge you to continue and you take a deep breath before you do. “This happened in the dream too…all over the church. You’d ask me to kneel and pray but it always ended up with…well, you know.”

“Use your words.” The voice came out gruff and more pointed than it had been, catching you off guard. “Oh, um. It always ended up with your co-with me on my knees giving you a blowjob.” You whispered the last word, even if the way he was staring at you made you want to admit every dirty thought you had ever had about him you still felt like you should have some shame.

“Are you thinking about it right now?” He asks, hands laying gently on yours where they held his knees. You stared at his hands, slowly letting your gaze wander up to his face where you found his pupils blown out and his lips parted ever so slightly. You weren’t sure where the situation was going, preparing yourself for anything as you slowly nod. “I am…I’m sorry.” You whisper and you hear him let out a shaky breath. One of his hands moves to push your hair out of your eyes, fighting himself in his mind over what to do next. He absolutely should kick you out, apologize for letting it get so far out of hand but he was frozen, unable to glance away from you. His fingers move down your jaw and you lean into his touch, feeling his thumb brush over the side of your mouth which causes your lips to part, head pathetically turning to find the finger to wrap your lips around it. Keeping your eyes on his, you start to suck on his thumb slowly and surely, letting all of the desire drip out of you and into the action. Your eyes found his once again as you used your tongue and lips around his finger, the digit becoming coated in saliva as you did so. He let his other hand move to the back of your head, a gentle touch turning into a grip on your hair to keep you in position as you worked his thumb. You felt so filthy, your knees aching from kneeling in the confession box as you hollowed out your cheeks. You felt the urge from your chest and down between your thighs to please the man in front of you in any way you could.

He pulls his thumb out of your mouth, a trail of spit connecting it to your lips and away as he did so. You lay your head on his thigh, staring up at him expectantly. You were pretty sure that you’d do absolutely anything he asked in that moment, mind clouded with lust and senses overwhelmed with the scent and feel of him. Gone were the worries of even having these feelings for your priest, all you wanted was to be a good girl for him and the feelings were stronger than ever. You open your mouth to ask him what he’d like from you next but the words died out when you both heard the door to the chapel swing open and shut. His eyes filled with panic as he glanced between you and where the footsteps were coming from. You squeeze his thigh to get his attention and mime a zipper closing your mouth before throwing out the key. It looked as though he was about to make you leave but the other side of the booth was filled before he was able to make the decision. “G-good afternoon, and bless you child.” He says, shaking his head at the way he was tripping on his words. You thought it was cute, the way he seemed so nervous from here, though you were sure whoever was in the booth next to you would never guess.

“Forgive me Father, for I have sinned.” You hear, trying to decide the best way to make your next move. You slowly slid your hands up his thighs, dangerously close to where you could see a tent in his pants just waiting for you. You stifle a groan when you feel his hands grip your wrists tightly to attempt to stop you, sending you a warning glance as he listens to the member. You stop, but only for a moment before you let your fingers brush over his covered member. You went teasingly slow, partially to tease him but also so he wouldn’t trip on his words in the middle of his prayer. You were unsure where the newfound confidence was coming from, maybe the way he was reacting from your touch was encouraging you to keep this up, keep up the act of being over confident when in reality you were not. You make careful movements to undo the button of his pants, moving extra slow with the zipper so it wouldn't make any noise. Once it was down you were able to see the outline of his cock in his underwear, licking your lips subconsciously as you let your hand lay against it with the lightest touch. His hand was still on your wrist, gripping tightly but not moving you. You’d have a bruise in the morning and the thought brought you more excitement than anything else.

At a lull in the conversation you took a deep breath in preparation before sitting yourself up on your knees and leaning over to press a small, open mouthed kiss against the clothed outline. It felt warm against your lips and you had to suppress a giggle when you felt it twitch against your touch. You feel his stare watching your every move, like a lion about to attack it’s prey. You let your mouth wrap around the tip, using your tongue to slowly soak the fabric that proved as a barrier. You quickly look up through your lashes and notice it seems he has stopped breathing, bringing a smile to your face and causing pride to grow through your chest. You slide your mouth up and down his length, coating it in saliva and enjoying the way the outline becomes more prominent. You hear the boring lull of whoever was next to you drone on, a reminder that staying quiet was the safest thing to do. You pull back, watching him curiously as you slowly slide two fingers below his waistband and start to pull them down. You wait to make sure he won’t stop you, that he wants this as much as you do. He only nods as he keeps speaking and soon you have his boxers pulled down, letting his cock spring up before you.

So, you’d never actually seen one in person before and the way it stood proudly in front of you gave you pause, the newfound confidence you had was dissipating until you just felt nervous. Sensing a change in you, he raises an eyebrow as if to ask if you were still wanting to do this. You nod back almost too quickly, taking a deep breath before moving forward. You feel his hand on the back of your head and watch as his other wraps around the base of his cock, guiding it to your open mouth. You feel him rub the tip over your lips, biting down roughly on his own. You let him hit the tip on your tongue a bit, feeling as though you could moan simply at the taste of him. This was so much better than your dreams, the weight of his cock on your tongue and the way his hand gripped the back of your head harder each time was better than anything you could even imagine. “Suck” He mouths the word and you nod obediently, wrapping your lips around the swollen tip. You let your eyes flutter shut as you did so, reveling in the feeling before you felt a yank on your hair. Your eyes pop open quickly and looked at him with concern, had you hurt him? had you been caught? You watch as he points to his eyes and then to yours and you nod in understanding. Maintaining eye contact, you wrap your lips around the tip again and take it fully into. your mouth, using your tongue to lick the leaking slit like you’d seen in films you certainly shouldn’t have watched. You watched as his lips moved but you were too focused on the way your own stretched around him to hear any of the words he was saying. You felt his hand that was on the back of your head pushing against it, taking more of him into your mouth. You could only hope that what you were doing was good, that you were pleasing him in a way he deserved. You wished you could hear the way you were making him feel but you had to rely on the way his hand gripped the back of your head and the look in his eyes. You vaguely can hear the confessional door shut and footsteps walking away from the two of you. You pulled up, staring up at him expectantly.

“You’re doing so well, how about you keep going?” He asks when the door to the church shuts and you nod eagerly, fueled by the praise he had given you. You take his cock back into your mouth and finally you hear a deep grunt fall from his lips and land right between your thighs. You test out a small moan, letting your lips vibrate against him which brought out another moan from the man above you. You were sure you could die and go to Heaven…well if you weren’t already fairly sure sucking off your Priest in the confession box took away your invitation there. Though his moans may be the most heavenly sound to grace your ears and you wanted to be the one to elicit such sounds from him forever. Soon the booth was full of the noise of your mouth working his cock, having ventured down further to take as much of him as you could, his hand helping you stroke the rest of his length as you did so. “Such a good girl.” He would mutter, the hand not gripping your hair brushing across your forehead and down your cheek, admiring the way they hollowed to take him in. You felt his hips stutter against your hands and glance up at him with a questioning gaze. He nods in response, looking like he was about to ask you a question but stopped himself. You pull off slowly, keeping your lips close enough to brush against the tip as you speak. “You can come in my mouth..” You whisper before wrapping your lip back around him once more. That seemed to elicit the response you wanted from him as you hear his moans speed up and his hand grip your head the hardest he had yet. You pause your movements just long enough to let him maneuver his hips up to thrust into your mouth, once, twice, three times and he was letting out a string of whimpers as your mouth filled with his cum, struggling to keep it all in.

Once he was seemingly done, you take your time licking up his length to clean him up, planting a soft kiss on the head before sitting back on your knees and wiping your mouth with a thumb. You look up at him with a proud but shy smile, watching as he tucks himself back into his pants and lean back against the wall. There was evident struggle behind his eyes, one you could tell was from fighting himself over what had just happened and if he was strong enough to stop it. He reaches forward to pull you up, helping you sit on his lap and face him. He pushes some of your hair back out of your eyes when his own land on your now extra plump lips. After what felt like a minute, he was pulling you close to press your lips together. Your heart raced even more than it had being on your knees for him and you let your hands lay on his chest as the kiss deepened. You took note to remember how his facial hair felt against your skin, the pattern of his now calmed breathing, even the way the fingers on his left hand fidgeted as you kissed. Your skin burned where he held you and you were sure you could stay there forever. Unfortunately for both of you, you needed some air. No words were shared as you both caught your breath, chests rising and falling in time with each other. Suddenly there was a loud ringing and you realized it was your phone, your mom calling you specifically. You compose yourself before answering, letting her know you’d be home for dinner soon but leaving out the specifics of where you had been. You knew she wouldn’t be upset that you went to confess but you were sure if she asked you about it later you’d have no way to hide the flush on your cheeks as you reminisced.

“I better go..” You speak, staring at your priest with a small pout on your face. His thumb finds your bottom lip, rubbing softly to rid you of the sour expression you held. “Go see your family, it’s important.” He says and you nod, opening the door before stepping out into the empty church with him behind you. You saunter towards the front doors before turning on your heel to face him, twiddling your thumbs a bit “Thank you, Father.” You says sweetly, leaning up and kissing his cheek before quickly turning to leave the building. He watches you as you make your way towards your car, shaking his head a bit. He signs the cross as he walks inside, heading straight to his prayer cabinet to repent for his sins and the ones he was already thinking about committing with you.

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The Priest Part 1

Pairing: Drew Starkey x Reader. Reading from his POV.

Author’s note/ Summery: There are many rules a priest can’t break. A priest cannot marry. A priest cannot abandon his flock. A priest cannot harm the sacred trust his parish has put in him. Rules that seem obvious. Rules that I remember as I knot my cincture. Rules that I vow to live by as I pull on my chasuble and adjust my stole. I’ve always been good at following rules. Until Y/N came. Several months ago, I broke my vow of celibacy on the altar of my own church, and God help me, I would do it again. I am a priest and this is my confession.

Warning: Dirty talk in the church. Y/N being a filthy girl and making Father Starkey hard while confessing her sins.

Someone cleared their throat. A woman.

“I, uh. I’ve never done this before.” Her voice was low and beguiling, the aural rendering of moonlight.

“Ah.” I smiled. “A newbie.”

That earned me a small laugh. “Yes, I guess I am. I’ve only ever seen this in the movies. Is this where I say, ‘Forgive me Father, for I have sinned?’”

“Close. First, we make the sign of the cross. In the name of the Father, the Son, and the Holy Spirit…” I could hear her echoing the words with me. “Now you tell me how long it’s been since your last confession, which was—”

“Never,” she finished for me. 

She sounded young, but not too young. My age, if not a little younger. And her voice carried the accent-less rush of the city, not the leisurely twang I sometimes heard out here. “I, um. I saw the church while I was at the winery across the street. And I wanted to—well, I have some things that are bothering me. I’ve never been particularly religious, but I thought maybe…” She trailed off for a minute and then abruptly inhaled. “This was stupid. I should go.” I heard her stand.

“Stop,” I said and then was shocked at myself. I never gave orders like that. Well, not anymore.

Focus.

She sat, and I could hear her fidgeting with her purse.

“You aren’t stupid,” I said, my voice gentler. “This isn’t a contract. This isn’t you promising to come to Mass every week for the rest of your life. This is a moment that you can be heard. By me…by God…maybe even by yourself. You came in here because you were looking for that moment, and I can give it to you. So please. Stay.”

She took a breath. I waited.

“I never meant to end up at the club,” she finally said, her voice going low. “I thought maybe I’d find a small nonprofit to work at or maybe I’d do something prosaic, like waiting tables. But I heard from a bartender that there was a club hidden somewhere in this city—private, exclusive, discreet. And they were looking for girls. Girls who looked expensive.”

“Girls like you?”

Y/N wasn’t offended. She laughed that throaty laugh, the laugh that kindled a low heat in my belly every time I heard it. “Yes, girls like me. WASP-y girls. The kind that rich people like. And you know what? It was perfect. I got to dance—I hadn’t danced anywhere other than a gala for so long. It was, all told, a fairly classy place. A mandatory $500 coat check. $750 for a table, $1000 for a private dance. No patron-initiated touching. A two-drink maximum. It catered to a very specific clientele, and so I found myself stripping for the same men who would have employed me, married me, donated to my pet charities, in another life. I loved it.”

“You loved it?”

Filthy girl.

The thought came out of nowhere, unbidden but refusing to leave, whispering itself over and over again in my mind. Dirty, filthy girl.

She turned those hazel eyes back to me. “Is that wrong? Is that a sin? No, don’t answer, I don’t really want to know.”

“Why did you like it?” I was asking merely out of a counselor’s curiosity, of course. “If you don’t mind me asking.”

“Why would I mind? “She adjusted herself, the shorts exposing more of those firm legs. Dancer’s legs. “I liked how it felt. Having men watch me with hooded eyes, wanting me and only me—not my education or my pedigree or my family’s connections. But even more than that, on this raw, primal level, I loved the way the men responded to my body. I loved that I made them hard.”

I loved that I made them hard.

I nearly choked, my mind fracturing into twin minds—one determined to see this meeting through with grace and compassion and the other determined to let her know how hard she made me.

She was oblivious to my internal struggle. “I loved that they would become almost wild with the need to touch me, so wild that they would offer me astounding sums of money to come home with them, to leave the club and become their mistress. But I never accepted. Even though many of them were handsome, even though I wasn’t in a place where I could pretend money was no object. But something about it was antithetical to my very nature, and I couldn’t imagine accepting any of those offers. Isn’t that a ridiculous notion? A stripper insisting on preserving her virtue?”

She didn’t seem to expect an answer and kept going. “The sad thing was that I was actually starved for sex while I was turning down all these offers. I’m sure you know the feeling, Father, like the slightest breeze is enough to send you over the edge, like your skin itself is combustible.”

God, did I know that feeling. I was feeling it right now. I offered her a weak smile, which she returned.

“I was so combustible, Father Starkey. I would get wet watching the men stroking themselves through their custom-tailored trousers. In the private rooms, I’d pull my thong to the side and let them watch as I brought myself off. They liked that, they liked it when I teased myself and rubbed myself and rode my hand until I shuddered and sighed.”

I realized my hands were gripping the arms of the chair very hard now, and I tried to flush out all the images her words were conjuring, but I couldn’t and she continued on, oblivious to my sudden discomfort, innocently secure in the mistaken notion that I was simply an input for information, an output for advice, and not a twenty-eight-year-old man.

“But it wasn’t the same, getting myself off,” she said. “I wanted to be fucked, fucked and used. I wanted to be filled with someone’s dick, I wanted to have fingers in my mouth and in my cunt. In my ass.” She took a breath.

I, on the other hand, couldn’t breathe.

“What’s that sin called? I know it has to be one. Is it just lust…or is it something worse? What kind of prayer should I pray for that one? And what if I don’t feel bad about what I’ve done, the things I wanted to do? Even now, even after what happened last month, I still want it. I still feel lonely, I still want to be fucked. Which is confusing as hell because I have no idea about anything else I want out of my life.”

Despite everything, I still wanted to respond to her last sentence, the ultimate motivation for her being here in this office. I wanted to take her hand and give her soft intimations of wisdom, but fuck, nothing about me was soft right now.

Her words.

Her fucking words.

It had been bad enough listening to her talk about working at that club, but then when she’d described touching herself, coaxing her pussy into orgasm, and I had imagined myself as one of those hungry businessman watching it, offering everything in my wallet just to see that glistening cunt pulse with pleasure. I bet I could see it now if I wanted. I could stand her against the wall and yank down those shorts, kick her legs open so that she would be exposed to me…

There was no earthly way I could last another minute in this meeting.

God must have heard my unspoken prayer because her phone chimed then, a businesslike little tone, and she fished it out of her bag. “I’m so sorry,” she mouthed as she answered the call.

I indicated that it was okay, trying to solve the bigger problem of how to stand up without revealing what her words had done to me.

She ended the call quickly. “I’m sorry,” she apologized again. “Some work stuff has come up and—”

I held up a hand. “Don’t worry about it. I have a parish meeting coming up soon anyway.” That was a lie. The only meeting that was about to happen was between my hand and my dick. But probably not good form to tell a hopeful convert that. (I made a mental note to ask forgiveness for that lie as well as what I was about to do.)

“I, ah, I hope to see you soon though.”

She gave me a gorgeous smile as she stood and grabbed her bag. “Me too. Bye, Father.”

I couldn’t even wait until I was sure she was out of the church. As soon as Y/N left, I got up and locked the door, taking the time only to move over to my desk so I could brace one hand on the surface as I fumbled with my belt.

There wasn’t time to feel guilty or question my motives or for anything remotely resembling thought. I didn’t even pull my slacks down any farther than it took to free my dick, and then I was jacking myself hard and fast, nothing in my mind but release.

I tried to think of someone else—anyone else—other than the woman who had come to me seeking God’s forgiveness and reassurance. But my mind kept wandering back to her, imagining her at the club, but moving for me and only for me, pulling her thong aside to show me the thing I most wanted.

Christ help me.

I felt it building, taut electricity in my pelvis, and I was thrusting into my hand now, wishing I was fucking Y/N —her mouth or her cunt or her ass, I didn’t care—and then I shot all over my desk, pulsing and spurting and imagining that each and every drop of myself was being spilled onto her skin.

My hand stilled and my breathing slowed and reality came crashing back down. Here I was, dick in hand, cum all over my liturgical desk calendar, and a picture of St. Augustine looking at me reproachfully from the wall.

Shit.

Shit.

Numb, I zipped up my jeans and tore off the top sheet of the calendar and threw it away, the crinkling of the thick paper loud and almost accusatory, and fuck, what the hell had I done?

I sat in the chair and stared at St. Augustine.

“Don’t pretend you don’t know what it’s like,” I mumbled. I braced my elbows on the desk and ground the heels of my palms into my eyes.

Y/N was not going to go away. She lived here. She was going to come back, and I had no doubt that we’d only scratched the surface of her “carnal” confessions. And I would have to listen to it without getting aroused like a teenage boy. More than listen, I would have to respond with grace and empathy and compassion when all I would be able to think about was  that mouth.

Stars were now dancing behind my eyelids but I didn’t move my hands. I didn’t want to see this office right now or St. Augustine. I didn’t want to see the newly ragged edges of my calendar or my newly filled wastebasket.

I wanted to pray in complete darkness. I wanted nothing in between my thoughts and God, in between this woman and my vocation. I wanted everything but my sin and these starbursts in my eyes stripped away.

I’m sorry, I prayed. I’m so sorry.

I was sorry that I’d betrayed the trust of one of God’s flock. I was sorry that I’d betrayed the holiness of this place and this vocation by lusting after someone seeking solace and guidance. I was sorry that I hadn’t even controlled my desire long enough to step into a cold shower or go for a run or any of the other tricks I’d learned over the past three years to stifle my urges.

Mostly…

Mostly, I’m sorry that I’m not sorry.

Dammit, I wasn’t sorry at all.

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Late Night Confession

Link in case you would rather read on AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/46612144

[A/N: Here we go, first ever posted fanfiction. I’ve been a Danonation lurker ever since The Batman came out, and I thought it was time I made an addition to my most favourite fandom. And what better way to do that than by posting good old fashion Eli Sunday PWP.]

You were an avid visitor of the Church of the Third Revelation. There was something so charismatic, so electrifying about the sermons given by pastor Eli that they had slowly turned into something you spent all week impatiently awaiting. Your family were also strong religious zealots so there was nothing strange to them about your insistence on never missing a sermon or in spending any spare moment you could helping with the various church activities that went on around town. If anything, they admired your devotion to the Lord and His word. How could you have possibly predicted what would occur.

 It happened on a day like any other. You were sitting at the very back of the pews to get the best view of the pastor as Eli tended to wander around and interact with the church goers. He had approached one of the elders sitting in the middle of the pews and grasped her hands as he knelt before her. “My dear Mrs. Hunter, you have arthritis, don’t you? The devil is in your hands, and I will suck it out. Now I will not cast this ghost out with a fever, for the new spirit inside me has shown me I have a new way to communicate.” You were absolutely enthralled. Hanging on every word he spoke as if they were directly from God Himself, as was the entirety of the congregation.

 “It is a gentle whisper.” And he held Mrs. Hunters hands to his face as he began to chant ‘Get out of here ghost’. You and the rest of the congregation slowly began to join in, spouting prayers and mumbling the words he spoke along with him. As the intensity of his chanting grew, so too did the pressure you felt between your legs. It moved through your whole body, much like the holy spirit would. You could not quite explain what it was, but you knew it was wrong. Sinful. And you knew that you had to do something about it to make it go away.

 As the sermon came to a climax you resolved to speak with pastor Eli before you left for home. You had felt like this at every sermon you had attended in the Church of the Third Revelation, and you simply could not continue as you had been. Every week the feelings grew stronger in intensity and it became harder to ignore how wrong they were. You hoped that maybe if you confessed to pastor Eli and begged him to help you attain God’s forgiveness then you could leave the sinful feelings behind.

 You patiently waited for Eli to finish the business he had with Mr. Plainview. You twiddled your thumbs restlessly while you waited off to the side. Something about Mr. Plainview’s presence here in Little Boston made you feel uneasy, like you couldn’t possibly feel relaxed with him present. Like there was something waiting just beneath the surface, ready to burst forth at the slightest provocation. Thankfully their conversation was short, and Mr. Plainview was gone soon enough.

 Eli had spotted you waiting and walked to you with a soft smile playing on his lips. “Hello Miss. (y/l/n), is there anything I can help you with on such a pleasant day like today?” He said to you. “Oh, Mr. Sunday, if it’s possible I wish to have a confession with you. Something has happened that has made me want to seek counsel.” You stated with slight desperation “Well, confessions are always welcome here in the Church of the Third Revelation, it is Gods will that we be led into temptation, and should we fail such trials that are presented to us then it is our responsibility to beg the Lord for forgiveness.”

 “Mr. Sunday, I don’t quite understand it myself. All I know is that I have been having certain feelings lately that can only be described as sinful, and I need to confess these feelings to the Lord and beg for his forgiveness.” “Well, it would help me understand the true nature of these feelings if you could explain to me when they occur and be more exact about what they are.” He said, his interest quite piqued.

 “Well, it has happened at all of the sermons I’ve attended that you’ve performed. It has also been growing in intensity lately which it what prompted me to speak to you. I feel a lightness in my head and a flushing to my cheeks. A strong tingling deep in my stomach and between my thighs, spreading through my whole body. I must also admit that I feel a wetness between my legs, yet there is no cause for this feeling that I could possibly understand.”

 While listening to your explanation Eli’s eyebrows shot up and a slow smirk began playing on his lips at your apparent innocence. Here you were standing in front of him, telling all about your attractions to him and you had no idea the extent of what it was you were admitting. Eli listened to you as you continued on for a time about the feelings you were experiencing and asking what you could do to absolve yourself of your misdeeds. As he listened an idea slowly began to form.

 “Well, Miss. (y/l/n), I will tell you that there is a word to explain these feelings you’re experiencing, and that word is lust. Feelings of lust can be regarded by Him as sinful in nature and if you wish to atone for these sins that you have been engaging in, I have the perfect idea of how you can. I still have some business to conduct, so it would be best if you come back to the church tonight after suppertime when I will have more time to properly help you receive the Lord’s forgiveness.”

 As you listened to Eli explain you felt relief pour over you. So, you were right in assuming your feelings were sinful, yet there was a way to be absolved. “Thank you so much Mr. Sunday, you will be doing me a great service. I will happily come to the church later tonight. I can’t begin to explain the relief I feel.” “Oh well, do not thank me yet my child, you have yet to be absolved. I will see you again shortly Miss (y/l/n).” And with that he walked away leaving you with the promise of tonight.

   It was already starting to get dark out, despite it not being too late at night. Still a respectable time for a young lady such as yourself to be about the town alone, and yet not too early to be meeting with Eli. You had barely touched your supper, slightly giddy with the knowledge that your late-night rendezvous was growing near. You excused yourself to your parents as you walked out the door, having already explained your appointment at the Church without going too much into the details.

 Your pace was brisk as you made your way to the Church of the Third Revelation. Simply knowing that your meeting was getting closer made it that much harder to remain patient, and the walk from your house to the Church had never seemed to take as long before. As you arrived at the front door, you knocked rather sharpy to alert pastor Eli to your presence. In an instant, the door was opening, and Eli was drawing you in with a welcoming smile. “Ah, Miss (y/l/n), I was wondering when you might show up. I know I never gave a specific time. Please step into my office with me.”

 You followed Eli into his office and once he was situated behind his desk, he gestured for you to sit in the chair facing it. “I just wanted to thank you again, Mr. Sunday.” You began “I would not know who else to turn to with such matters. I feel very lucky to be a member of this church and to be able to have the opportunity to earn God’s forgiveness.”

 “Yes well, there is no simple way to say this, but I will try Miss (y/l/n). The sinful feelings you describe yourself as having. You said that you feel it spreading throughout your whole body. I am afraid that this sensation you are feeling, this lust, is the devil filling you up and attempting to turn you away from God. Now Miss (y/l/n) you needn’t explain to me how devout you are to this church and to God, it is obvious in your everyday conduct. In the time we spent apart since our conversation after the sermon I think I may have devised a way that you can receive the Lord’s forgiveness, but I can’t be certain that it will stop your lustful feelings altogether.”

 As pastor Eli explained your eyes grew in horror. You felt regret that you hadn’t come to him sooner. You had let the devil take control of you and had done nothing to stop it all this time. You rose out of your seat, dropped to your knees, and held your hands up to the air, clasped together in penance. “Please Mr. Sunday, I will do anything. I renounce the hold the devil has taken over me and I beg the Lord to forgive me.” Tears began to prick at the corner of your eyes.

 Eli’s own eyes glaze over in desire at the sight of you kneeling before him, begging the Lord’s forgiveness. “Well, Miss (y/l/n) it is quite simple actually. As a man so close to God I can cast the devil out from you and fill you up with the power of the Lord myself.” “Yes Mr. Sunday, whatever you need to do to me I will accept. Only you can help me banish the devil.” You start feeling tears prick the corners or your eyes.

 Pastor Eli rises from his seat and walks around the desk so that he is stood before your kneeling form. He slowly unzips his trousers and pulls out his member. You look on in surprise as this was just about the last thing that you expected to happen. He had a self-satisfied expression on his face, shaft in hand, as he began to explain “This here is the tool I shall use to fill you up with the spirit of the good Lord. You needn’t be frightened, shocked, or appalled. There is but one way to banish the devil from you and I will need you to trust me and allow me to do my work.”

 As shocked as you were you trusted pastor Eli to help you with your problem. You came to him for his help and this was the solution that he was willing to provide for you. “Yes, Mr. Sunday. I trust you. Do whatever it is that you must.” Smiling once more, pastor Eli places his free hand on your cheek. “Such a good girl, so willing to accept the Lord…” His hand began to slowly caress your face and trail down towards your neck. “Now my dear, I need you to open your mouth and close your eyes.” You do as your told.

 Something enters your mouth and your eyes shoot open in surprise. The sight before you was one to behold. Eli’s face is filled with passion, cheeks flushed, eyes lidded, his mouth hanging open and panting. The pressure from his hand around your neck tightens and the feeling is positively dizzying. Your own expression morphs into one of desire and you feel that feeling spreading throughout your body once more, a wetness forming in between your thighs as you notice that it was Eli’s member that breached your lips. “Now, now…” he chides ever so gently “I do believe I told you to keep your eyes closed. But your expression right now is so beautiful I’m willing to forgive you.”

 He slowly starts to move his hips and you feel your eyes begin to water as the head brushes against the back of your throat. Instinctively you begin to bob your head, cover your teeth with your lips and suck. Your actions cause him to softly moan and speed up the pace of his hips. The noise is music to your ears and the more he moans the more enthusiastic you are. His pace continues to quicken and the feeling within you changes. It was like a great pressure or a spring coiling up, getting more and more wound up with every thrust.

 It's sloppy and messy, drool starts to fall from the corners of your mouth. You start to hum and Eli’s eyes shoot open as he thrusts in to the hilt. Your own eyes widen as you gag harshly. Eli pulls out and you cough and sputter from the assault on your throat. “I apologise (y/n), but you took me by surprise. For now, we shall move on. The Lord has begun to fill you by my ministrations and yet there is more work to do. Arise, dear (y/n).”

 You did as you were told. Pastor Eli took your hand and led you to his desk. “Now, this next part is crucial, Miss (y/l/n). There is a better access point by which I can fill you with the spirit of the good Lord. You may find this painful at first but I will have to ask you once again to trust me. There is no better method for casting the sins and lust from your body than the one I am about to administer. I am going to have to ask you to face my desk and firmly place your hands upon it.” Much like you had been all night, you once again did as you were told to by Mr. Sunday.

 You felt a cool breeze rising up your legs as your skirt was slowly pulled up by Eli. You immediately felt your cheeks turned crimson as embarrassment burned deep in your heart. No man had ever seen you in your underclothes. It was something reserved for married couples only, and you and Mr. Sunday were certainly not married. You began to open your mouth in protest but before you could object, Eli began to speak.

 “I know it is unbecoming of me to undress you in this way but it is necessary for what I am about to do to you. You needn’t worry. As I said, I need you to trust me. Was it not you who came to me in search of the Lord’s forgiveness?” and here he paused. You took a deep breath and spoke “Yes, Mr. Sunday, I did.” “Then you need to have faith that what I am doing is only what is necessary to provide you with the solution you seek and deliver to you the Lord’s forgiveness.” And with that said you felt him pull down your bloomers, exposing your behind to the cool evening breeze.

 All you could do was swallow your pride and allow pastor Eli to do what was necessary to absolve you of your sins and your lust. You felt fingers begin to gently caress the lips of your nether region. Eli pulls his fingers away then and the smirk on his face is evident in his voice when he states “You’re already so wet.” Curiosity gets the better of you and you find yourself asking what it means.

 “This is how I am going to banish the devil from your body, my dear. This wetness is the sinful feeling you’ve been filled with leaving you. As one of the most devout members of my church, your body is naturally attempting to fight off the devil’s hold and it is commendable. The only thing lacking is the Lord filling you up in it’s place and that is why the devil can continue to take hold. It is also where I come in. I am going to fill you up with the power of the Lord to stave off the devil.”

 When Eli finishes his explanation, you feel his hands return to your body. You gasp in shock as you feel something slowly enter you. Slowly it moves in and out of your body. You feel that coiling feeling again begin, as well as even more wetness leaking out. Another digit joins the first one entering your body, and the paces quickens as yet another one joins. You hear moaning and it takes you a second to realise you are the one making the noise in question. Your cheeks flair up in embarrassment and you raise one hand from the table to cover your mouth and stifle your moans.

 “Oh no, (y/n)…” Eli gently chides, taking the hand covering your mouth in his and placing it back on the desk “You needn’t cover up those sounds. They are nothing to be ashamed of. They are simply your body praising Him and encouraging the devil to leave you.” His movements with his hands grow rougher, and more forceful as your moans and pants increase in volume.

  All too soon, his hand is removed and your disappointment is quickly quelled when you feel the head of something much bigger prodding against your entrance. Eli slowly pushes all the way in to the hilt and you groan in discomfort. He wastes no time in starting to move, one hand covering yours and other with a firm grip on your shoulder, panting all the while. His thrusts are shallow and given some time your discomfort morphs into what can only be described as the most pleasure you have ever felt as your moans resume.

 Once Eli hears that you are enjoying yourself his thrusting changes. The speed increases as he pulls all the way out to the head before sharply thrusting in to the hilt. The coiling feeling within you starts to tighten exponentially and the noises you and Mr. Sunday are making continue to grow in volume.

 You start to move yourself back onto Eli, pleasure taking hold of you. You find yourself speaking “Please Mr. Sunday, please. I am so eager to be filled with the Lord. Please cast the devil out from me.” Eli’s thrusting grows erratic and he responds to you in kind. “Such a good girl. So eager to please. Are you ready for me to cast away the devil and fill you up with the Lord’s power?” “Yes Mr. Sunday, please. I feel it. I feel it coming.”

 Your words prove to be too much and with one final deep thrust and a shout you feel something filling you up. The only conclusion you can come is that this must be the Lord’s power. At this the coil within you bursts and you feel waves of indescribable pleasure roll over you. You feel it radiate out from deep within you. You feel your toes curl and your finger tingle. The wetness within you gushes forth. The devil has finally left you. You both stand panting, trying to catch your breath and Eli removes a cloth from his shirt pocket, wiping his sweat soaked brow. Elli gently removes his manhood and fixes himself into some manner of presentable.

 He takes a deep breath before speaking. “Excellent work my dear. The devil has truly left you and I have filled you with the Lord’s forgiveness. Your sins are absolved and you are free to come to the church with a clean conscious.” While Eli speaks you redress yourself and turn to face him. “Thank you, Mr. Sunday. I am truly grateful for what you have done to me. I feel one with Him again and no longer feel the pull of the devil.” You say with a smile on your face.

 Pastor Eli walks you to door and speaks once more “Anything for one of the most devout members of my church. And remember my dear. If you feel these feelings growing within you once more do not hesitate to seek council with me again. It was nothing short of a pleasure to conduct this confession and I would be happy to help you if the situation arises once more.” At the door now, he takes your hand in his and bows his head to place a gentle kiss on your knuckles. You smile, thank him once more, and take your leave.

#eli sunday #there will be blood #paul dano #danonation #pwp #fanfiction #eli sunday x reader #x reader #reader #reader is innocent #reader is oblivious

[askdoctorlanyon]

The potion from earlier this morning has finally worn off.

I am stricken with grief and terror at the actions I have commit under the influence of that treacherous elixir. I’m scarcely able to believe the things I had said and done, yet there is evidence right on my page of the sins I have commit against my fellow man. My heart goes out to each and every one of my friends, or those who could have potentially been friends that have been affected by my words.

To Griffin, I apologize for hurting you physically and forcing you to do tasks for me such as retrieving the potions from Dr. Jekyll’s house. They may be angry at you as well, maybe now finding this information free to them. I’m also sorry for leading you on. I don’t love you as one would a partner, a boyfriend or girlfriend; I see you simply as a friend. I promise you are still safe here, and I will no longer subject you to the tortures that I have. You may come and go as you please, and you have every right to be upset with me or scared of me. I just pray that you find the safety and comfort you sought originally.

To Utterson, I apologize for holding you here, even if you explained that you did not desire to harm Dr. Jekyll or take the potion in an act of allegiance to me. And I’m sorry for the words of confession I may have told you. I assure you that I feel no such feelings towards you, and that you’re my friend, through and through. The Lanyon under the potion is a much different beast than I, and takes pleasure in tricks and manipulation, as well as the pain of those close to me. That is not the true me, and I hope you know I would never subject you to such nonsense under my free will.

To Gray, I am so deeply ashamed of the words I wrote to you. Not only are they offensive and explicit, but they were also insensitive. At the time I had taken the potion, I was hell bent on making as many enemies as possible, and I do hope you can forgive such blatant disrespect. I had no reason to provoke you like that, and you deserve an apology and an explanation directly from my mouth. I will be sending flowers your way as an apology, along with a personal message that I wish to convey. There you can read my full apology, written by hand, and perhaps burn it if you wish to take out your anger upon me. I’m so very sorry for provoking you and continuing to provoke you. That is not in my nature, and I truly apologize to you, madam. I understand if there is an enmity between us now because of these actions, and I would expect nothing less than a strongly worded post or letter to myself or no response at all.

To Jekyll, you know what I am about to say to you, my old friend. I meant none of what I said to you. I was selfish, craving more of that feeling. Craving your partnership, though it would have been a forced partnership on your end. Craving the ecstasy and adrenaline rush of being free from mental barriers and filters, being free from myself for but a fleeting moment. It felt good, but it put not only myself at risk, but it put everyone else at risk of hearing my unfiltered thoughts and be subjugated to my violent impulses. I feel you already know what this is like, as you’ve experienced everything I have, and you tried very hard to warn against getting addicted to the drug you concocted. You experience the push and pull of desire and morality, of ‘good’ and ‘evil’ though no such words can be applied to a person commingled of both of those qualities, the push and pull of your darker desires and the thrill of being unhindered by years of mental barriers and obstacles of the mere concept of morality. It feels like I was two men at once. As if I was watching someone use my body in the exact opposite way I desired to behave, the way I truly feel about the people I know and care for. I can’t tell what my true desires were in that moment. I couldn’t even tell you now. I wish to apologize, but I cannot give you back the stash of your elixir. I crave it Henry. I know plenty of people that would enjoy sharing this feeling with me, and I would like to continue to keep it from your hands. You have suffered enough, and I believe it’s my turn to take on this burden. Be free of your monster, Harry. Be free to be both Jekyll and Hyde, without fear of hurting others and without living behind a mask and as some ill caricature of yourself.

Goodnight to each and every one of you. I wish you good health and sweet dreams uninterrupted. Though unlikely, due to todays events, I still send all my best wishes.

Regretfully,

-Dr. Hastings Robert Lanyon

#ask hastie lanyon #ask lanyon #hastie lanyon #dr griffin #gabriel utterson #dorian gray #edward hyde

[fallout4-reacts]

Forgive me Father for I have sinned but the Kellogg one inspired some bad thoughts in me.

Would you feel comfortable doing companions react to Sole romancing Kellogg -because of reasons idk- ?

I'm sorry for the delay… let's just say that sometimes life throws us hardships that are beyond our ability to convey

But, in any case, here it is! I hope you enjoy my interpretation of the companions reactions!

Kellogg: Because the world is a nasty place, I do horrible things. My mother's first true present to me was a gun, and the first lesson I learned in life was that the world would not take care of me if I couldn't take care of myself. There was truth in what she said. But I believe she secretly hoped I would kill my father. No, I didn't. It was the first time I had to confront guilt, and it took a long time for me to sort it out. I felt guilty that I couldn't shield her from my father. Then I was unable to protect my wife and child. I guess I reached a point where I couldn't go back, so I just moved on. I have no justification other than having made my way with what I knew.

Sole: But now... What if we could provide you a new home, a place in the sun, an ideal environment where you could make a difference, where you could protect people who deserve it rather than killing them? Which one would you choose?

Kellogg: Do you know that you're really something special?

Sole: One thing is certain: I believe that everyone deserves a second chances. I believe that if you agree to follow me, we might be able to change the world. You can do it. If you really want to, you can undo all the horrors you've caused.

[… ]

Kellogg: Another great day in the glorious land of sun and sugar of Sole Survivor.

Sole: It was an exciting adventure. When I think of how stupid these folks felt they could get away with murdering so many people.

Kellogg: No mention of a chance to shine in the world for them, huh?

Sole: No. They weren't paying attention. But you paid attention to me. You did it.

Kellogg: How can I say no when such an awesome person is bringing the message?

Sole: Enough to desire to spend your life with?

Kellogg: Beg your pardon?

Sole: You took away my better half; I believe it is past time for you to make things right.

Kellogg: Is that your proposal?

Cait : "NO! It's bad enough that you're dragging your husband's killer along with us; you're not actually asking him to be your love?"

"He proved his worth; he proved his determination to make amends. He saw no other solution than the one he learned about, but when one was provided to him, he accepted it and became a better man. Much good."

"You are completely sick!"

"Perhaps, but I love this man, and you're not going to change whatsoever."

"Maybe I can't change it, but I don't have to stay to see it!"

Codsworth : "Mum/Sir, I understand your desire to see the world in its brightest light, but wouldn't it be healthier to think a little bit before uniting your life with his?"

"Cods, I know it may appear twisted when viewed coldly, but let me explain how I see things; whether good or evil, people are easily blinded. They create tales to excuse their behaviour. Kellogg never lied, never concealed the monster he was, and never hid his face. Despite having done bad things in the past, he is the most honest person I've ever encountered. I'll never be fearful of him deceiving me, hiding facts from me, or acting behind my back. When he does evil, he just confesses it, but since he's been travelling with me, he's been doing good, which is nice... and I love him."

"God. If that's what you desire, who am I to tell you how to live your life? Is he drinking his coffee at the same temperature as you?"

Curie : "It's fascinating to see people interact. This man murdered your spouse, and you want to replace your loss with the same man within a few months."

"He is a man of integrity and honesty, Curie. Yes, he committed evil, but he did not disguise it. That, I believe, is what melted my heart."

"The harm he cause?"

"His sincerity, but more importantly, his integrity. They are not common in the world."

"I understand now. And I understand how you feel. Indeed, being an honest ex-murderer is preferable to being an adorable guy who hides his worst face."

"Exactly."

Danse (Post-BB) : "I am aware that you have a twisted tolerance for the actions and natures of others, but this is even beyond my comprehension, even from you."

"You don't get it, Danse. Kellogg is a complete, honest individual who does not hide anything. He has never lied about his true nature. Concerning his activities, it's not like the Maxsons and Fathers of the world, who pretend to be doing good by committing atrocities."

"Unfortunately, I suppose I grasp your point. But to the extent that you've fallen in love with it?"

"The heart is unpredictable. I have a strong preference towards honesty. That's one of the reasons I admire you as a companion."

"All right, let's be straightforward: please do not send me a wedding invitation. Now I'll tend to my armor, and you should take care not to get yourself killed."

"With Kellogg watching my back, I'm confident it won't happen."

"I guess."

Deacon : "I've seen some bizarre things, but this one..."

"I understand that the presence of the Institute's finest assassin circling us may make you anxious, but— 

"No, I saw and understood. I'm not a moron. Neither do I have any reason to disbelieve you, or him. No, what bothers me is that you fell in love with the man who murdered your spouse."

"It's just that I'm trying to put everything behind me. Things aren't as they used to be, and the odds were stacked against us. Kellogg made the correct decision. He seized the opportunity to rebuild the world with me. And I want to reshape the world alongside him."

"You're the boss. Was I supposed to bring cyanide or rat poison as a wedding gift?"

"I'd like some cyanide. More radical."

Dogmeat : Kellogg has a special knack to find the best dog food cans. He also makes Sole happy. Dogmeat adores Kellogg.

Elder Maxson : "From a strategic standpoint, it was a brilliant benefactor tactic to recruit the assassin working for your worst enemy to your cause, but falling in love with him?"

"He is the most truthful and honest man who walks this earth."

"He's no longer a real man. He belongs to the abomination kin rather than the human species."

"It's a good thing it's not your call."

"As far as I'm concerned, if you're able to integrate the Institute and defeat that foe, you're free to sleep with whomever you want... except a ghoul. Never sleep with a ghoul."

Hancock is gradually retreating.

Hancock : Well, ditching the past is like second nature to me. I ain't saying I can dig it, but I can dig it. Nah, I can't dig it. I would never have snitched to my bae's killer. Is he a good lay?"

"Hancock…"

Nah, but what I'm sayin' is, if this is really the fuckin' century's fuck... I mean, ya know, as partners, we gotta share everything. Even chillin'. Together. He bangs good?"

"Hancock!"

"Sister/Brother, does he make you scream his name so loud that everyone in Sanctuary knows he's hitting hard?"

"Does that mean you accept my alliance with Kellogg?"

"Honey, I'm gonna be your bro of honour. Does he bang good?"

Gage : "A man like that as the tender half of the Overboss? Gangs will never dare strike against you. Everything else is out of my hands. If the job is done well, you can fuck molerats; that's none of my business."

MacCready : "…"

"Say something!"

"…"

"Mac!"

The mercenary examines Sole meticulously.

"I felt like I had my boss in front of me, but this person who dresses the same as them has just told me that they are going to marry the murderer of their spouse."

Sole sighs deeply, rubbing their temples to ward off the impending headache.

"Kellogg is so much more than my husband's killer, and you know it."

"But, above all, he is the murderer of your husband."

"If I decide to go over it, who are you to oppose?"

"I make no objection! I doubt your sanity, but I'm not going to argue. So long as he doesn't mess with my pay..."

"No one will be touching your caps."

"Then you can marry whoever you want!"

Nick : "I'm done"

Sole can argue, debate, and explain, but Nick continues to walk towards Diamond City unconcerned

"Niiiiiiiiiick!"

"You have your assassin to lead you to the Institute and find your son; you no longer need me."

"Nick! You're not simply helpful; you're also my friend!"

The synth abruptly spins on his heels and stares at Sole.

"And your friend has one last warning for you: smother your husband's murderer in your sheets, or you'll wake up with that man's dagger in your throat one day. You can come and find me if you live to this day and slice his throat back."

Sole sighs despondently.

"You're going to tell me that everyone you help, all the clients you've reached out to, all the things you've done, you've only done for the holiest of human beings?"

Nick pauses for a bit before sighing.

"Listen, I'm not claiming to be a moral angel, but he murdered your spouse. This is the man who stole your life!"

"And he's helping me in bringing her back! He never pretended to be anything other than himself; he never lied; and he never attempted to abuse anyone. Okay, he didn't have a decent policy! Okay, he had a nasty boss who asked him to do horrible things in a horrible world! But he leaped at the chance to try anew. Is he less valuable than Strong, Cait, or Danse?"

"Don't bring the Brotherhoods back to the mat, or else I'll leave even faster."

"He's been doing really good for months!"

"He has been doing evil for years! Where has the justice gone?"

Sole pauses, then crosses their arms and stares at Nick.

"Is it a question of justice? Is it justice of the old or new world?"

Nick pauses, rubbing his neck in discomfort. Then, after a long pause in which Sole tries to let him consider everything, he appears to submit to the arguments.

"I… I guess I'm starting to get it. I mean, I'll never understand why you fell in love with him, but I see where you're going. Okay. After all, it's not my job to tell you who you can or cannot sleep with."

Piper : (sorry for the cliché) "WOW! I mean... WOW! Wow, wow, wow. You're the only one who can tell me such twisted, twisting stories! I saw the following headlines: The husband of the Sole Survivor is the man who murdered their spouse."

"Do you realise that not everything in life is an article?"

"Let me get the shock as best I can!"

"All right, so what time is the interview?"

Preston : Preston stands there staring at Sole for a long while without saying anything. Sole can't help but feel a little uneasy. They begin to waddle from one foot to the other, hanging their heads in shame they did not expect to feel. They showed up to inform Preston as a fact: "We eat mirelurk for dinner; there is no more ammunition in the Zimonja outpost; this hat fits you very well, I'll marry Kellogg." But Preston is now stuck in a long-lasting silence. He merely stares at Sole, not showing any emotion.

"Look, I… I need to get back in a moment, so if you could—

"Kellogg. Is that the man who murdered your spouse?"

It's a reaction. Sole didn't believe they'd get any more. They're overjoyed.

"I know it sounds strange—

"What's even more strange is that I am compelled to accept your judgement. You've done well thus far, and I can't deny that Kellogg has been a huge help to us. How can you possibly fall in love with him? I'm not sure. But I was already missing it when you brought him along. At this point, what is one more or less step on the verge of insanity."

The Minutemen's Colonel shrugs his shoulders.

"I will kill him if he betrays us or poses a threat to us. And I shall kill you."

He moved away without adding anything, taking a quiet step towards his guard station while whistling. Sole let out a sigh. Surely, that's the best reaction they could expect from Preston.

Strong : “Human strong, human good warrior. Human take you spouse. Human became spouse. I get it.”

X6-88 : "I am unable to adequately describe how much I agree with your pragmatic decision and how impressed I am with your order of precedence. This individual is a tremendous asset to the organisation, and I have no doubt that he will never compromise you. Sincerely, I admire your commitment to the Institute and confidence in one of its greatest components. Your denial of his past actions demonstrates your elegance, and it will be a privilege to be associated with you indefinitely."

#fallout 4 #fallout 4 companions #fallout #fallout 4 reactions #fallout 4 react #fallout companions #fo4 #sole survivor #danse #deacon #deacon fallout #deacon fallout 4 #fallout 4 deacon #fallout deacon #fallout maccready #fallout nick valentine #fallout4 #cait #nick valentine #codsworth #john hancock #piper wright #paladin danse #dogmeat #fo4 deacon #deacon fo4 #fo4 danse #danse fallout 4 #preston garvey #maccready

[bells-of-black-sunday]

𝟶𝟻 and/or 𝟸𝟽 - Taruko, medieval verse

Gothic Horror | Accepting

𝟶𝟻. sender licks their lips and tells the receiver to confess their sins.

𝟸𝟽. sender cuts their palm and the receiver's to swear a blood oath

Free and yet what to even do now, but make his way to his recent contract. Hopefully a permanent one, something to pull him and Haru out of the poverty they'd been living in. But for now- a abandoned church worked the same as anything to keep the rain out. Haru lit the lanterns while Tarhos unpacked rolling out the bed rolls and getting a fit pit going. Something to keep the nip of cold out. Despite the leaking ceiling and the way the shutters threatened to open every time the wind blew, at least for right now they seemed okay. Dry, warm, but most importantly safe.

Only when Tarhos was done did he look up and realize Haruko had wandered off. Definitely not back outside. He would've noticed the doors being open, but further in. The knight followed the wet footprints down the aisle and to the back where he saw his wife marveling at the etched wood of the confessional. It's rotted curtains and damp smell, but well carved if a bit rotted. Haru's fingers traced down it's damp surface jumping when he glanced behind him, "Jesus Tarhos- Don't sneak up on me like that."

The knight chuckles resting against the door frame, "I came looking for you. Maybe you should keep an eye on your back lest the fae come take you away to be married before I can." The way the maiden rolled his eyes made him smile softly, but he quickly reached out to grab his arm when the maiden started to push aside the old curtain, "Haru- You're going to get mold on your veil." Normally he wouldn't care. It was just a piece of linen, that could be replaced, just not right now when they weren't even sure when the rain would end.

"Relax love, I'll be fine." He pushed the curtain aside and smoothed out his dress sitting down on the rotted, but dry bench inside. Facing his husband he couldn't help, but chuckle, "Come. Kneel." And Tarhos did as instructed kneeling on the wooden floors in front of him. "Confess your sins and God will forgive you fair knight." Though the amusement could be seen plain as day on the maiden's face, Tarhos did not see it that way.

But still despite his hesitance he took a deep breath, "Mother forgive me, I've slaughtered the innocent in the name of lords and ladys, burned towns, pulled women out of their houses who went God knows where- all without a heavy heart. I earned my freedom, but I still do not see myself as a person and here we are traveling for miles just to go back to killing others over a piece of bread. I don't know any other life."

Haru's solemn look was all he needed to see the way his soft hands cupped his face and pulled his head into his lap to stroke through his hair, "....When we get the others free I promise my love we'll return to my home. My dad would love you and you could learn how to read better, write more than your name... I promise we'll build a better life where you won't have the ghosts of those you've killed haunt your dreams. Nor the fires that threaten to choke you in your sleep."

Tarhos relaxed at his words, those soft hands detangling his damp hair and pulling it from his face though before he could stop him, Haruko had already pulled the dagger from his belt and cut his palm holding it out for the knight to grasp, "I swear on it." The dog stared up at him for a moment before sitting up and pulling his glove off to slice his own and grab his hand mingling his blood with his. A pact. They'd get out of their own mess and find something new for their life.

Just one more contract.

#ic #𝘕𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘉𝘶𝘵 𝘋𝘢𝘳𝘬𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘴 - [ 𝘛𝘢𝘳𝘩𝘰𝘴 ] #𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘎𝘰𝘥𝘴 𝘞𝘦𝘦𝘱 𝘈𝘵 𝘠𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘉𝘦𝘢𝘶𝘵𝘺 𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘋𝘦𝘷𝘪𝘭 𝘎𝘰𝘦𝘴 𝘉𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘥 - [ 𝘛𝘢𝘳𝘶𝘬𝘰] #verse; pre-fog #god they just have me in such a fcking GRIP #so im putting them in a jar in a hot car for 3 days- #q.

[faeriexqueen]

So, I finished chapter 8 of my “Romeo and Juliet” fic for Tyki and Alma. I’m starting 9 tomorrow (or maybe tonight, if I don’t crash soon), but I wanted to share an excerpt for it. It’s not too spoilery, but features Cross since he’ll be a player in this fic (and I realized I don’t ever write him really? Like, ever?). Tyki, of course, shows up too. :3 Anyways, for anyone interested, here’s a snippet from chapter 4. :3 (And as always, my inbox is open for anyone who wants to message me about this fic. XD) Enjoy! ^^ Chapter 4 Excerpt: Cross didn’t care for confession. In fact, it was one of his least favorite responsibilities to deal with as a priest. Years ago, when he had started his journey of piety, he might have found it of some interest — hearing others divulge what secrets plagued them in the darkest parts of night. Some were quite unfortunate — tales of lust, theft, gambling. All terribly human when it came down to it. And nothing that Cross could say he was unfamiliar with himself. He couldn’t help but feel that there were worse things in life. But, Cross wasn’t entirely sure as to where that left him.

He kept hidden in the confessional box, the air a bit too hot and stuffy for his liking. Some poor soul on the other side of the confessional had just poured their heart out about having lied to their mate, the confessor having denied being attracted to an alpha they had met briefly. Apparently, their partner being beta could only fulfill so many of their needs. Cross exhaled, the sound low and heavy. He was tired of listening, but for the sake of his practice had to attempt to sound like he gave a damn. “It is normal for us to be attracted to others, even when mated,” he grunted. “But you’ve bonded yourself to your mate — you cannot break that.” The confessor faltered — a young omega. “It’s just…” She faltered, words timid — even a bit fearful. “I…keep asking myself if there’s a way to break it? I know it’s not orthodox, but…” “It’s not orthodox in the church. You won’t find approval if that is what you’re seeking,” Cross stated, words potentially too blunt. “No one here can condone breaking what God deems sacred.” The omega sighed. “I know…” Cross massaged his temple, exasperated. His brow furrowed, head aching dully — his punishment for engaging in some of his own vices the night prior. “If you want to save yourself trouble, say what you need to your mate. Otherwise, it’ll only get harder,” he warned. “Ultimately, whatever choice you make will be between you and God.” Another sigh. “I understand,” the omega said. “Thank you, Father.” The curtain pulled back, the confessor taking leave. Cross took a moment to stretch his neck, still crammed into the confessional box. He thought of slipping out, before anyone else had a chance to enter the connecting space. However, Cross’s plans were foiled as soon as he heard the curtain rustle, someone taking a seat in the box. A small curse lingered on the tip of Cross’s tongue. He forced himself to swallow his irritation as he kept silent, waiting for the new confessor to speak. Faintly, Cross caught the scent of cedar and patchouli — something familiar, before the new confessor spoke. “Forgive me, Father, for I have sinned.” Cross recognized the confessor immediately, his lips tugging into a frown. He did well to keep his voice a low grumble. “Have you come to actually confess something or are you just here to make my job more difficult?” Tyki chuckled, amusement apparent even when Cross couldn’t see him. “I might have something to confess,” he spoke. “You know how I am when it comes to indulging in pleasurable vices.” Cross scoffed. “Any other priest would be taking that a lot more seriously.” “You don’t?” Cross scowled. He was prepared to spit back another comment, but Tyki spoke, words hushed. “Is there somewhere I can hide for a bit? I can only act like I’m praying for so long. Being in a stuffy box doesn’t help, either.” Cross huffed. “Hell, if I know. But I’m busy—" “Tsk. Such crass language from a priest,” Tyki chided. “But, really — is that wine I smell? Somehow, I don’t think it’s from communion.” “Just shut your mouth already,” Cross grumbled. His dark eyes lingered on the small, gated wall separating them. “Go up to the gallery — I’ll meet you there. At least, as long as no one else comes in here after you.” Tyki didn’t say anything more, though Cross heard him slip out of the confessional box. He waited just a few moments, ensuring that no one else would come in to confess. When Cross was convinced he was in the clear, he stepped out from his box, discreet and quiet. Briefly, he scanned the nave; there was another priest speaking with an individual and a few people still in prayer, but otherwise, the space was close to empty. Good. Cross didn’t need to deal with anymore responsibilities than necessary.

#dgm #d gray man #fanfiction #cross marian #tyki mikk #romeo and juliet au #writing things #excerpt #planning to start posting the fic at the end of October for DGM Rarepair Week :3 #also yes this is omegaverse #I really ended up doing renaissance omegaverse send HELP

[therealoliviahawkins]

voices by house of heroes 

an analysis

(i’m sure these things have been noticed before but i was thinking hard about this song in the car earlier and wanted to rant about it so here, have a rant) 

thinking about the lyrics to this song and specifically the second verse, the lines that go 

“in a graceless world i was graceless / i’m just a murderer cuz murder was my only chance / though I’m wretched i am not faithless / the ears of God hear everything / and He hears them still / every cry (every breath), every lamb that i’ve slain / just to save myself / how can God show mercy? I was merciless to them” 

and how it starts off as a confession: “in a graceless world I was graceless” 

he was unwilling to forgive, unwilling to budge on the rules and ideas that drove him to commit the atrocities that haunt him 

“I’m just a murderer cuz murder was my only chance”

he had to learn that it was kill or be killed, and he decided that he wanted to live. he wanted to survive, even though to do so meant to kill innocents in the name of the game. 

“though i’m wretched I am not faithless”

and this line, oh, this line -- it’s hopeful, even for just an instant. he believes, he hopes, he desperately throws his faith out towards a God that maybe, maybe could forgive him -- 

“the ears of God hear everything” 

but he knows that God has heard. God has heard every kill, every sin he has committed, and how could God forget the things he has done? 

“and he hears them still / every cry (every breath), every lamb that i’ve slain” 

the idea of a lamb connotes innocence, purity -- he has killed those who did not deserve it, those who had done nothing, and he knows it. he knew it when he slew them, and yet. 

he also knows that God is a God of outcasts. a protector of the innocent. an advocate for the downcast, downtrodden, the afraid. and he knows that a perfect God, an eternal God, would be able to continue to recall in perfect detail the things he’s done to others, to those innocents, the ones that he should have been fighting to protect. 

“just to save myself” 

he knows that the things he did were done out of purely selfish motives; he understands that a selfless, moral God cannot abide with such reasoning, but still he longs, he hopes for that forgiveness, for that idea that his faith is not misplaced despite his sins, the thought that God is a God of forgiveness and grace in a world that refuses to show any to anyone. 

also!! the parallel here!! between the “lambs” slain by the narrator as a means of survival and the perfect Lamb that was slain for the sins of the world. the juxtoposition drawn by the idea of his lambs being slain out of a selfish desire for self-preservation, a raw, human urge, and the idea of the Lamb of God giving Himself up willingly for the sins of others, for sins He hadn’t ever even committed, is just ,,,,,,,,,,,,,,, it’s Good Stuff. 

the idea of the lambs being slain also calls to mind the Old Testament idea of animal sacrifices as a means of absolving the sins of the people who were doing the sacrificing -- which, of course, was a setup for the New Testament idea of Jesus’ sacrifice -- and the imagery of the narrator’s desperate, desperate attempt to absolve himself of his sins by sacrificing “lambs” on the altar of his own disobedience. he’s realizing how futile this is now, how much he needs the forgiveness of his God, since he cannot create it for himself. 

“how can God show mercy? i was merciless to them” 

as he realizes that his own shoddy, half-formed forgiveness is a lost cause, he also starts to realize just how far he has fallen in his attempts to absolve himself. he knows that even a forgiving God has to punish sin, that the things he has done should and have pulled him far away from the faith he claimed to hold. 

but then, then we get the part at the end. the part where he starts speaking, where he’s preaching to us as the listeners but also to himself, as the narrator desperately searching to find the forgiveness he’s already been granted: 

“your greatest sin is not the abortion that you’ve asked forgiveness for, or the adultery or whatever it is that you did in your life, in a past that you’re ashamed of, that keeps haunting you. 

your greatest sin is not believing God’s word when God says you’re forgiven.

your greatest sin is unbelief. 

you wanna repend of something, friend? 

stop repenting of sins that you’ve already repented of, and repent of your unbelief!” 

#y'all this song #ugh #voices #house of heroes #voices by house of heroes #music analysis #song analysis #lyrical analysis #song lyrics #house of heroes lyrics #the end is not the end #christian #god #jesus #lamb of god #forgiveness #biblical christianity #biblical forgiveness #forgiveness of sins #repentance #song parallels #lyrical parallels in music #car thoughts #thoughts of liv

[starrycassi]

Going to church is so horrible, but I always want to kiss the statues. They look so tender and loving, there, mere rocks that have been changed over to reflect the idea certain people have of how certain beings of a certain religion should look like, painted with pure gold because they would rather use it in vain saints than spending it to feed the starving people, the same people that go to church every Sunday and get down on their knees hoping, praying, that one of those statues sends their messages to God, so they can be helped, not noticing that the money in the nun's pockets is enough to make everything better.

I always want to take the crown out of Mary's head, not because I hate her, she's my favorite saint, actually, but because she's a mother and oh, would she let me play pretend with her? Like that one medalla milagrosa incident, can I sit at her feet? Would she stroke my hair and hug me, not only because I'm her daughter but also because I am a woman, and Mary was always fond of all the wandering girls that came searching for forgiveness in her son's shadow. Would Mary understand my problems, my battles, because she was a woman too, and she raised a son that proclaimed forgiveness to a "whore" that was going to be killed?

I want to dance in the halls and break the glass ornaments and step on them barefoot, I want to stain them with my blood, because they were build using my ancestor's blood and sweat and tears, slaves that worked day and night. The ones that brought the saints here had them on chains, they gave us the bible and took away or gold, our land, our trees and our religion, our hopes, our smiles, our dreams and our kids.

I wish to go over at San Pablo's statue and beg him, on my knees and with my heart bleeding out, to forgive me, because I've sinned and I will continue to do so, just for existing. I sin whenever, in that same church, I look over to that one girl that makes my heart flutter around like a bird in my ribcage. I sin when I spill lies about myself over the dinner table in the same way that parents give out candies to their crying kids instead of checking up under the bed knowing damn well that the monsters under there can be real sometimes, and they come with a cross in hand to rip out your clothes and your childhood. I sin when I distort my own body to fit into the world where no one seems to remember the Bible's teachings unless they're using to condemn someone else. I sin because I don't even believe in Catholicism, but I do feel like I will always have a family at church, between the rocks and trees and candles and fire and prayers. An abusive, judgemental, horrible family, but one at least, because sometimes I'm not even sure I have that.

I want to scream to the priest that yes, I did it, even if I don't know what I'm confessing for, even if he will not heal my wounds, even if he is not exactly the only one responsible for them, even if he is just a man who sins every day and pretends that he doesn't. Maybe my heart will fill with joy when he tells me that I am accepted back again, that I am home, that God is not mad at me and neither is he. Neither is no one.

So when I go to church I want to convert, to cry, to laugh, to screams and figth, to break and build, to change and to stay the same for ever, to run away, to die in there, for I am a daughter of Mary as much as I am a daughter of Quetzalcoatl and all the Bajias. As much as I am the daughter of the inevitable circumstances as I am the daughter of the world's deliberate choices.

#I actually have a physics test tomorrow #tomorrow as in in two hours because I haven't slept #but i felt like sharing my mental breakdown over religion and identity with starngers #yes this WILL be present into the aftg au

[heartforchrist]

If you were to die today, would you go to heaven or hell.

Our time is short.

In the world that we are living in, all the hussle and bussle of all your daily duties have you just stop and asked yourself “if I died right now will I go to heaven or hell?”

What would your response be? Are you uncertain?

How can you be sure of your final destination?

I’ve asked myself this and feel confident in saying that I have found salvation in Jesus. I felt his presence the day that I became born again.

I finally, after years of saying I’m a believer discovered what a true believer is. I received an immediate deliverance of alcoholism, the scales fell off my eyes and for the first time the Bible lit up, I could understand what I was reading. Things just became so different. I became able to apply scripture to my everyday life. I had a change of heart in how I lived my life, I received spiritual gifts, and even though I had a hard time here and there dealing with whatever was thrown my way, I knew I could call on Jesus to intercede and help me get through it.

My life changed dramatically.

I don’t know what my purpose is here on earth but I can rest easy knowing that if something happened to me, Jesus will meet me with open arms.

I had nothing but a mustard seed of faith which grew into a faith that can and has moved mountains.

Our time is short.

If you want to be sure you will enter Heavens gate it’s pretty simple.

If you can humble yourself and acknowledge that you are a sinner that’s a great start.

We are all born with a sin condition.

Have you ever told a lie? Even a “little white lie”, or maybe just taken something that wasn’t yours like steal a piece of gum as a kid. Have you ever hated someone? How bout looked at another man or woman with lust without your spouse knowing.

I know I’m guilty, We have all done at least a couple of these, which makes us a sinner.

If you can recognize your sinner then you are ready to come before Jesus and ask for forgiveness….. whose Jesus?

Well the simplest answer is he is the only begotten son of God.

The long answer is Jesus was the only person to be born of a mortal mother, Mary, and an immortal father, God the Father. That is why Jesus is called the Only Begotten Son of God. From His Father, He inherited divine powers. He was crucified buried and rose again on the third day.

Jesus was sent to save the world he was sent to take on all of the world’s sins, and pay the price that you and me could never pay. If it weren’t for His death on the cross, and his burial and resurrection, we would perish and go to hell.

So granted that you believe in your heart, and have faith even if it’s a mustards seeds worth of faith, you humbly ask Jesus for forgiveness. This is metanoia (changing one's mind) has taken place. You have realized you need saving and you are trusting in the finished work of Jesus Christ at the cross.

You confess with your mouth that Jesus is Gods only son and He is the redeemer that we so desperately need.

There’s nothing more to it. There’s no work to be as good as you can to get in to heaven or no way to but your way.

Ephesians 2:8 For by grace you have been saved through faith; and that not of yourselves, it is the gift of God;

Ephesians 2:9 not as a result of works, so that no one may boast.

Romans 10:9 that if you confess with your mouth Jesus as Lord, and believe in your heart that God raised Him from the dead, you will be saved;

Romans 10:10 for with the heart a person believes, resulting in righteousness, and with the mouth he confesses, resulting in salvation.

1 Corinthians 15:1 Now I make known to you, brethren, the gospel which I preached to you, which also you received, in which also you stand,

1 Corinthians 15:2 by which also you are saved, if you hold fast the word which I preached to you, unless you believed in vain.

1 Corinthians 15:3 For I delivered to you as of first importance what I also received, that Christ died for our sins according to the Scriptures,

1 Corinthians 15:4 and that He was buried, and that He was raised on the third day according to the Scriptures,

Today you can know for certain where you would go if you passed away. Today you can start your walk with Christ and trust me when I say you can always call on Him and He will absolutely, without a doubt answer.

#youtube #jesusiscoming #jesuschrist #rapture #raptureready #antichrist #bibletruth #endtimes #great tribulation #revelations #salvation #looking for Christ #life after death #eternal life #eternal rest

[dailyaudiobiblechronological]

11/21/2023 DAB Chronological Transcription

Acts 13 - 14

I'm Jill, welcome to Daily Audio Bible Chronological. I never want to sound like a broken record here but it is so good to be here with you and it's a privilege and an honor truly to be reading the word of God for us with all of you together individually and in community and as we are heading into a week of Thanksgiving and gratitude here in the US. I think I would just publicly acknowledge the amazing man my husband Brian who is responsible for not only this podcast but for this community and has served so beautifully Faithfully truly and purely for a very long time it's quite remarkable to be honest I am extremely proud of him and the man that he is and so grateful for his obedience to God and his heart to serve and so thank you God for this beautiful man. I am so grateful for him today and for this community. we're going to continue in the book of Acts today reading chapters 13 and 14 and this week we are reading the New Living Translation, Acts chapter 13. 

Commentary

So we've met Paul formerly Saul and if you think your past may be too damaging to disqualify you or you are unworthy for the kingdom for God for salvation for forgiveness please meet Paul. Paul is a man who has written a significant amount of the New Testament. and I think one of the beauties of his story is that when Paul was previously Saul, he was guilty of persecuting so what a story of redemption that what he did formally he will endure himself. and who could better understand being persecuted than one who did that himself so it really is a complicated story of this man named Paul but I think it's complicated. If you don't know who Jesus is and maybe it goes from complicated to complex, which is a word I've adopted after hearing the word complicated is used to describe certain parts of myself for many years. I changed that in my mind can I go from complicated to complex. We met Saul. We now know who Paul is and we will be on this journey with Paul for most of the remainder of the reading this year.

Prayer

so Jesus thank you for being here with us, thank you for your presence that transforms us when we have a true encounter with you. and I do thank you God that through the transformation of our hearts and Minds through your spirit but we can go from complicated to complex to maybe even greater places in our own story as we push past the shame we push past regret. and we repent we confess our sins we confess who we were but who we are no more as we walk into the fullness of your healing and your Redemption in our hearts and our lives so we thank you for meeting us here but more importantly we thank you for who you are and we give you thanks and praise you pray this now in the name of the father, Son and the Holy Spirit, amen. 

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Community Prayer Line

Brother Lenny the true Seeker calling out of the Maryland area and just wanted to lift up a prayer real quickly I've been actually holding this and meditating on this for some time ever since I heard or beloved sister Simone and her first call about kind of being in a place of just waiting for the next move of God in her employment and then also just with some of the news that she received in regards to some challenges in her body and my sister certainly just want you to know that we continue to pray for you that you are such a blessing to the body of Christ and then listening to your first message I was just reminded of Isaiah 40 and 31 they that wait upon the Lord Sherry their strength and they shall Mount up on wings as Eagles special run and not be weary and they shall walk and not fame I am just praying God's continued peace and strength as you continue to discern the next for your life and certainly continue to pray God's just Abundant Blessings and spirit of healing to rest upon you even now that he would touch the doctors the nurses anybody who's involved in your care give them Insight Beyond inside wisdom Beyond wisdom and skill Beyond skills so they may serve as hell may the Lord bless and keep you may cause his face to shine upon you and be gracious to you may lift up his countenance upon you and may he give us all his peace all right love you guys bye about the fourth time I am recording this I believe the devil don't want me to pray today but 

hello hello this is walking in truth in Florida and I just wanted to call and pray over the dabbers especially the ones that are about to celebrate Thanksgiving in America many of us will be celebrating with family members or friends that are unbelievers or perhaps even hostile towards the gospel and I just wanted to cover us so Lord God I just thank you that we get a time of reflection of all your goodness in our life Lord God we have so much to be thankful even if life is hard and and not perfect and even if Lord there seems to be lack in our lives right now that we know that you are good and you love us and that your plans and thoughts toward us are all good and give us a hope in a future Lord God and I just pray that as we celebrate and give thanks that you would just give us extra dose of love and and affection and Grace to minister to those who come into our Lives who might be unbelievers or hostile for the gospel I pray that we could share our testimony words that we would be able to meet people right where they are let them see the love of Jesus Christ flowing through US Lord God through our talk through our actions through our body language Lord God and that this would be a Thanksgiving unlike any other for all the right reasons Lord we love you and we just give thanks for all that you do and all that you are in our lives in Jesus's name I pray amen hey Deb C family this is Mindy from Nashville Tennessee I wanted to let you all know that I appreciate your prayers so much for my family I'm this is November 17th I'm headed up to Kentucky today to go with my mom and my brothers to the funeral home to get things arranged so that it's all in order and you know the less things you have to deal with when someone passes continue to pray for my family we are greatly encouraged that my dad is on the way to Pray at my house for all of the requests and also remember to call in and tell us the praise reports and the answers to prayers we love to hear that and encourages us to pray even more I love you all thank you for being there as a Christian family to pray for each other love you all bye 

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Bless me father for I have sinned. Yes, I know it's been a while since I was in the confines of your workplace but I must say I needed the vent. I know what you're thinking. It's probably one of those troubled youth in conflict with their spirituality and themselves. I'm not here for your forgiveness. Just your opinion. Humour me if you will. I wish ill on another man. Well not man but woman. I have had thoughts of malice towards her and I enjoyed the thought. Relished it even. Craved to have a run in with her so that I may inflict a fraction of my divine fury upon her person. I have loathed father. And worse still I have loved. I don't know how your deity does it. How anyone does. Loving after being made a fool of. After being hurt. Maybe it's the masochist inside them. Maybe it's compassion. Either way. I want none of it. I have wanted none of it for some time now. Anyway I'm not here to talk about that. I'm here to ask how I can go on without losing myself. I am already half mad with grief and rage and emotions I really cannot put words to and life grows ever so difficult for a man in my position. What words of wisdom and inspiration does your holy book have for me? I hear it has a solution for all the world's problems, no? Rest assured I am not here to dismantle your faith, I seek only counsel. Is there a bright side to all of this that I cannot see? If so then speak up holy one of Yaweh. I need to see that which I do not. How do I deal with these dark thoughts?

The confession of the mad poet..

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