#the confessional

[st-alastors-confessional]

Sorry daddy, for I've been naughty, but I have seen your inbox is severely lacking the cursed asks nunalastor has been infected with, so I come to confess that I want Alastor to dick me down until I'm sobbing and almost passed out, then cut me open and eat my heart while it's still beating.

You had my attention right until the end.

Of course I could run my hands over your hips and hold you in place, keep you on your knees as you atone for the moral corruptions that led you to my Confessional. I could dangle you over the precipice of euphoria until you’ve proven yourself worthy of it. Allow my presence to consume the air around you until there is nothing left but me.

But to then make you my meal, I… well, how do I put this?

I prefer my food unfucked.

Your sins are forgiven.

St. Alastor

#MINORS DNI #Forgiven #The Confessional #St Alastors Confessional #hazbin hotel #alastor #hazbin alastor #hazbin hotel alastor #alastor hazbin hotel

[maturemenoftvandfilms]

A Conversation with Cardinal Dolan

CHAPTER TWO: The Confessional  

Featuring the Archbishop of New York, Cardinal Timothy Dolan

It's been a month since my interview with Cardinal Dolan, the current Archbishop of New York and the subsequent article that followed in the New York Times. And I couldn't get him out of my mind since our encounter in his office. I can’t explain, except to say that he populated my dreams. At 73 years of age he stood at 6 foot, balding gray hair and blue eyes with just a hint of mischief in them. His shoulders were broad, and he had a prominent belly which only made him that much more attractive in my eyes. I relived the experience of his 7 inches, thick, veiny cock and how great it was to suck him off. The dreams were so vivid that sometimes I would wake up in a pool of cum.

The compulsion to seek him out came over me again and again. So I went to the St. Patrick’s Cathedral to see Cardinal Dolan. The church was empty, save for only Cardinal Dolan and a janitor who was on his way out for the night, as I purposefully waited until the last parishioner left before making my way to the booth. The church was empty, save for only Cardinal Dolan and a janitor who was on his way out for the night, as I purposefully waited until the last parishioner left before making my way to the booth.

"Forgive me Father, for I have sinned. It has been, umm, quite some time since my last confession." I said after clearing my throat.

A thud sound came from the other side of the booth and a distinct sound of shuffling feet. I shifted nervously on my knees as I gazed up at the grating, waiting for a response.

"I'm happy to hear your voice, young man. What seems to be troubling you?" Spoke Cardinal Dolan in a gentle manner.

"Well, Your Eminence, you remember our last meeting... "  

"Vividly child, continue." Cardinal Dolan said, cutting in.

Just then, I heard the door open and decided to follow suit. Peering out the door, I saw Cardinal Dolan giving me a warm, grandfatherly grin. Looking into the old cardinal's eyes, the same eyes that looked down on me a month ago when I blew him and embraced him in a deep, passionate kiss. At first he seemed shocked. Like I had woken him from some kind of daydream. Then he seemed to come back and he started returning my kiss with equal vigor. I felt his hands grab my ass and pulled me closer to him. I could feel his cock growing hard as my own stiff cock rubbed against his silk boxers.

Suddenly as if realizing for the first time where we were, he broke our embrace and whispered, “This isn't the place for this, let’s go to my chambers.”  

We walked hastily to Cardinal Dolan’s private chamber and found ourselves on a couch making out for what seemed like hours, but was in truth only ten minutes. Suddenly he was removing his collar and unbuttoning his shirt as I slid the couch on my knees in front of him, stripping him of his pants. When I finally pulled down Cardinal Dolan’s boxers, a seven and a half-inch, super thick beast of a cock, already dripping with precum was before me.

Cardinal Dolan watched as I proceeded to lick up and down the shaft and kissing the tiny drops of emitting precum before taking the beautiful head of his dick in my mouth. He tried not to moan, but my cock sucking skills were too much for him. I deep throated his old cock and he let out a loud, deep moan, the first of many.

For the first five minutes, I bobbed my head up and down as fast as I could before moving to suck and lick the cardinal's balls. I gently stroked his cock, slapping away Cardinal Dolan’s hands, who were hell bent on jacking off his dick and reaching what was certain to be one fucking hell of an orgasm. Wanting to tease him more and did something that the priest expecting. I pushed my mouth down to his asshole and started running my moist tongue back and forth against his virgin asshole. Suddenly, Cardinal Dolan was bucking and calling out like a woman. And when I forced my tongue inside his tight old asshole, he practically squealed with pleasure.

“Oh Lord! Oh God!" Was all Cardinal Dolan could say as the rim job's pleasure put him into a state where rational thought couldn’t be attained.

Fearing that I was going to make him cum, I moved up and sucked on the engorged purple head of his cock, swirling my tongue around his boner. He started thrusting into my throat, making me gag. I went back to stroking his now wet cock before kissing up his stomach. I kissed up his belly and chest until my lips found his nipples. I sucked and pinched both nipples giving him pleasure that he has never experienced in all his years of priesthood. Cardinal Dolan clutched me in his arms and our lips met again as I continued to feed my desire.

Looking into his lustful blue eyes, I knew that he wanted to fuck my ass when he pushed two of his fingers up my hole. He finger fucked me for a few minutes and I knew that my rectum ached for Cardinal Dolan's cock to slip inside it.

"I'd sure like to fuck you." Cardinal Dolan whispered to me.

"I know, I know," I replied as his fingers massaged my prostate, "but have you ever fucked someone before."

He said no and and I said he was missing out then. And with the revelation that he was a virgin turned my passion into a frenzy of deep kisses before quickly getting up. At first I thought that he had enough, but quickly asked for some lube. He also said no to that, so I moistened my hole. Seeing my cute ass, Cardinal Dolan follow suit and spit on his hand and slicked up my old pecker the best he could. I told him I would take care of him as I climbed on top of him, reached behind myself and started playing with his cock, running it up and down my crack.

As soon as his dick made contact with my hole, he immediately thrust all 8 inches into me. I gasped loudly, so loudly in fact that I’m sure the people in the next room heard. Looking scared, he apologized and asked me if I was okay. I put both hands on his chest and started bouncing up and down on his cock, telling him he could fuck me as hard as he wanted.

The sensation was indescribable. I was in ecstasy seeing this loving priest and his old, sweaty body fucking me. I took deep breaths to delay the inevitable blissful orgasm as he heard great moans of pleasure coming from the old man popping my delicate cherry. He was panting and looking at me with a hungry desire, like I was a meal and he was starving, now match my bouncing with thrusts of his own. I could feel his huge shaft stretching the walls of my ass hole as he fucked up into me time and time again.

“Fuck me! Oh God Fuck me! Oh God Cardinal Dolan! Fuck me!” I screamed.

He pumped that hard dick into me faster making a slapping sound as his hips met my ass. I could feel his huge shaft stretching the walls of my ass hole as he fucked up into me time and time again. I could see the twinkle in his eye as he looked me square in the eye, smiled, and whispered, “I’m getting close!”

Having said that, Cardinal Dolan viciously pumped his cock continually in an out of my bowels. He kept fucking me hard and deep creating simultaneous moans of excitement and anticipation from the both of us so loud that I thought the neighbors would hear. Cardinal Dolan's cock swelled slightly again and his rhythm became erratic, my dick was vibrating with excitement and my balls were tight to my body waiting to cum.

Suddenly, with his right hand, Cardinal Dolan cupped my cock and began violently stroking it for another minute or so until I made the fateful announcement.

“Holy Fuck! I’m cuuummmmmmiiiiiinnnnnngggggggg!!!!!!!”

I shot a massive load of hot cum that landed partly on Cardinal Dolan's belly and chest. I shot four loads that were more massive than any in my life, and three others that rivaled my former best. Witnessing my massive explosion of man juice ended Cardinal Dolan’s superhuman stamina that had lasted nearly an hour from when I first bobbed on his cock.

“Get ready! Here it comes!” shouted the priest.

As wave after colossal wave of cum filled my deep crevices, Cardinal Dolan’s whole body gyrated in absolute pleasure. He lowered himself enough that we could embrace once again in a kiss that was this time like the one they experienced in the Pugh.

#timothy dolan #timothy m. dolan #A Conversation with Cardinal Dolan #fan fiction #religious figures #archbishop #clergy #priest #celebrities #the confessional

[red1culous]

The Confessional

“I don’t know what they’re called” you say wiping a tear that had slipped from your eye, “the spaces between minutes” sighing before continuing to centre yourself. “But I always think of you in those intervals” you raise your eyes to the blue skies and blink away the deluge that threatens to fall.

Tears pool on your eyelids instead and blurs your vision. So much do you can no longer read the letters etched on the headstone. You trace your fingers across the raised letters and your throat shudders and you think you might throw up. Trembling fear lances up your forearm as you ‘feel’ the words beneath your fingers. 

NATASHA

ROMANOFF

There was no date of birth, not even a death date. It seemed rude and dismissive as if she was not worthy of being remembered. There was no expiation for all the things she had done to redeem herself. One that you kept telling her she didn’t need to do. She had insisted that she could never do enough to erase all her past sins. 

It pained you. The guilt she carried like a coat of shame she could never shed. And so from that fateful day in Vormir, knowing no one but the Avengers would ever know of her sacrifice, your face turned as cold as the stone resting above this empty grave. You wore a look of indescribable and hopeless sorrow. One of bitter remorse. 

But it is quiet now. The fretted lace of the beautiful canopy of the Yew trees that litter the cathedral grounds throw it dancing shadows on the ground creating a mesmerising kaleidoscope of shapes. As beautiful as a dream, with a soft silvery light. A light faintly coloured with jewelled shafts of the palest blues and reds.

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#natasha x reader #natasha romanoff x reader #black widow x reader #redfic #the confessional #natasha romanoff x fem!reader

[priesth0le]

Hello Father…I just stopped in to swooonnnn. I wish I could sit in the front pew and watch your sermon like a good boy. Clenching my thighs together, possibly distracting you with subtle moans.

-🐇

You're always welcome to sit up front during mass~ Just try not to moan too loud, we don't want the other's to think anything suspicious, right? Just squeeze your pretty thighs together and try to get as much friction as you can without making a fuss. You might even get to see my cock twitch at how hard you're trying.

If you could wait until confession like a good boy and try not to get up in the middle of my sermon, I'll tell you where to place your hands. Just as long as you don't mind me joining you.

#the confessional #hierophilia #priest kink #blasphemy kink #religion kink

[wincestisasincest]

I am so happy I found ur blog!! I’m on the ace spectrum too! Have you published the reader coming out as ace to jayce and vik or is that still a wip? No pressure tho take ur time 💕 i’d love to see an ace reader x jayce in a romantic way ;))

Hey anon! Every time I hear that an ace person is reading my stuff I get 3 years added to my life ektjehtu welcome aboard :) The reader coming out fic is still a work in progress, and I'll be honest with you it's probably not gonna be out for a while. My priority rn is a comm, and then ch. 14 of another fic I'm working on, and then I have some more asks, and THEN I'll start with WIPs. To tide you over until then tho, I have this little one-shot I had to get out of my system. Ace reader always has a special place in my heart <3

(also for more ace jayce content my friend @aerynwrites just wrote a really good fic with jayce x ace!reader)

The Best Thing I Ever Did

Jayce Talis x gn!asexual!Reader

Word Count: 1k

Warnings: Internalized aphobia (we out here), swearing, truly cringe pet names

“You ever think about getting married?” 

Jayce’s arms are crossed behind his head as he lays face up on your shared bed. The one that you were planning to sleep in soon, until his words put your mind on red alert and you blink the daze out of your eyes.

“Have you?” you say at last, flatter than you like, but you’re just glad that you can stay calm.

“No, I’m just making small talk,” he snarks. 

His hand lifts to affectionately ruffle your hair, and he’s looking up at you, filled with adoration that you’re not sure if you deserve in this moment.

“To be honest, I try not to think about it,” you can only bring yourself to look at your lap as you say it, but when his hand drops, you catch it, toying with his fingers, “just... enjoy the fact that we’re living together, y’know? Never needed things to be official.” 

Jayce’s head cocks to the side, and he sits up, leaning against the headboard.

“Well, you’re better than me. Cause I think about it all the time.”

“Really?” you smirk, as though you just found out he had a crush on someone. Someone who wasn’t you, of course. When he first asked you out, you were flustered beyond belief. 

“Yeah, really,” he mirrors you, “What? You got tired of me?” 

“Never.” 

You lean in, kissing his nose, pulling away just enough so that you can see his whole face. Drink him in; The scarred brow, strong jaw, widow’s peak with just a few loose strands, all framing enormously soft eyes. Not a day passes where you don’t examine these with the care of a portrait artist producing their greatest work, willing yourself to believe that he’s yours, and he likes you, maybe even loves you. Loves you enough to deal with... everything. 

The cozy grin on your face falters just a little too soon as you realize that you can’t ask him to do this. You love him too much, Piltover loves him too much, and frankly, he’s too good of person to deserve living a life without-

“What’s wrong?”

His calloused palm cups your cheek. He’s frowning, but he’s got that lost puppy look on him. And you curse yourself at how easily you still succumb to it. 

“Nothing's- wrong.”

“Hey, listen, if you’re not ready to get married, that’s okay,” he’s speaking so gently, and it actually hurts you.

“It’s not that...” you sigh, shoulders slagging, wishing that the full moon bursting through your window didn’t make this scene look so romantic, “I mean... a relationship is one thing, but... are you really sure you wanna be with me forever?” 

Reasons, justifications, are crossing his mind, as well as worries. You can see it twitching at this lips. But instead, he opts for the simplest response.

“Yes. I’m sure.” 

“Because,” his hand slips from your face and you’re looking down again, clicking your tongue with exasperation, “fuck, I’ll just say it. Because it’s one thing to give up sex for a few years, but you don’t deserve to give it up for the rest of your life, and-” 

“Carrot, I’m not giving anything up.” 

Jayce was fond of stupid nicknames, but you couldn’t help the feeling that he chose this one on purpose. You remembered where it came from. 

“Well, now I don’t need to worry that you’re using me for sex,” Jayce chuckled, a smile edging on the corners of his mouth, betraying just how desperately he wanted to see yours. 

After the weight of your confession, after countless reassurances from your boyfriend, you were finally beginning to believe that everything might be okay.

“I could be using you for something else,” you shrugged, shooting a goofy smile back, “Maybe I’m a gold digger.” 

“Babe, you’re already 24 karats of perfect.” 

Over time, it devolved to Carrot. Over time, you’d let your guard down. Over time, you’d started to understand that kind of selfless love where you’d sacrifice your own happiness for someone else. 

The man staring at you must know that kind of love better than anyone. 

“You-” Jayce softly took both of your hands in his, practically begging you to look at him, “having you in my life was the best thing I ever did.” 

Was his sincerity that burning, or were those just the tears that were inconveniently welling in your eyes?

“I don’t give a single shit about not having sex when the alternative is not having you,” he deploys his left hand to brush away a stray tear with his thumb, “So... so if you’re ready to make things official, then I would love nothing more.” 

That was where your insecurity couldn’t go. It could make you not trust yourself, not trust your family, not trust your friends, but, as you were reminded of whenever he got that damn earnest expression, you trust Jayce more than you could ever know. 

You guide his hand to your mouth, and press a firm kiss to his palm.

“Let’s do it then, loverboy,” you smile, your tear streaks stretching against your cheeks. 

He beams back, near sparkling with boyish delight as he tackles you down to the mattress and holds your face, kissing every inch like he’s a dying man. You shriek and giggle, finally calming down when he captures your own lips in one long, slow promise. 

Pressing his forehead against yours, he relaxes.

“I already started the ring,” he mumbles, moving his head further down so he can rest it on your chest.

“Didn’t know you had the time to make custom rings,” you stroked his hair.

“Want ‘em to match.” 

“I see,” you pause, “They’re gold, right?" 

“‘Course, Carrot.” 

He’s content. It’s in his voice, his gentle breathing, the way that he absolutely lets himself collapse onto you. 

Jayce isn’t sacrificing his happiness. You are his happiness. 

And he is yours. 

#jayce x reader #jayce talis x reader #arcane x reader #arcane imagines #asexual!reader #arcane x asexual!reader #jayce talis x asexual!reader #the confessional #bro writing this made me so happy i love this man

[dreaminginthedeepsouth]

The confessional, Mexico :::  John Gutmann, 1960

* * * *

“ But look what the Church has done to Jesus during the last two thousand years. What they have made of Him. How they have turned every word He spoke for their own vile ends. Jesus would be framed and in jail if he was living today.”

― Carson McCullers, The Heart is a Lonely Hunter" (via journalofanobody)

#The Confessional #John Gutmann #1960s #Carson McCullers #The Heart Is A Lonely Hunter #journalofanobody #quotes #the church #Jesus

[iris-jaxx665]

dont forget, all confessions get to be sent into my asks, not my DMs

#me #ask me shit #confess to me #the confessional

[twolionss]

Join us for our next stream: House of Mortal Sin (aka The Confessional) - Sunday, October 8th, 8 am EST/ 2 pm CET / 1 am NZT* (next day timezone)

What?! This is not a NDDP adaptation! Why would you stream a 70's British giallo, starring a sexually frustrated Catholic priest who gets obsessed over a much younger woman and will stop at nothing to get to her? Oh wait...

Rating: R (US), 15 (UK), 16 (France)

#house of mortal sin #the confessional #pete walker #british horror #stream #Judge Claude Frollo but he's on crack and has mommy issues

[thelastaerie]

Chapters: 6/6 Fandom: Freier Fall | Free Fall (2013) Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Marc Borgmann/Kay Engel, Marc Borgmann & Kay Engel Characters: Kay Engel, Frank Richter, Marc Borgmann Additional Tags: Post-Canon, Happy Ending, hfn Summary:

Update: Epilogue

This is a post-canon short story.

Leaving Ludwigsburg, his police career and Marc Borgmann behind, Kay Engel decides to have a new career and a new life. His phone number isn’t new but at least he has the sense to block Marc’s number. Out of sight, out of mind, right?

Except Marc doesn’t seem to care that Kay isn’t listening. He has made a habit of leaving one-sided messages, treating Kay’s phone like a confessional…

#freier fall #free fall #marc x kay #fanfic #post canon #the confessional #ao3 #epilogue

[a-cup-of-kencoco]

I’m so excited for part 2 of the confessional that shit was good

Omg not me getting high key emotional over your beautiful comment—I want to HUG YOU!! Thank you so much and I hope that it lives up to your expectations!! I’m currently working out edits and perfecting the ✨spice✨🥵👀

My plan is to post in the evening (I’m very sorry to friends in different time zones 😖)

#your excitement makes me excited omg #I hope that you like it!! #The Confessional #ghost #the band ghost #papa emeritus ii #my writing #eddie answers

[malcolm-reeds-pineapple]

Confession

My town has an indie music festival every year and I used to go religiously. Anyway when I was 19 I went to this festival and the whole weekend felt like a movie like it was perfect in every way possible. Also I had a minor concussion which added to this feeling.

The weekend started with me driving to get my friend from the next town over. We of course then went to the liquor store to buy 2 quarts of rum and a case of cheap beer. We start drinking at noon behind the bank.

We hung out at the main tent for a while. It was very cool since I met Willie Thrasher and BA Johnston. I notably (and drunkenly) told BA that I wanted to be like him when I grow up. He said something to the effect of I was halfway there.

We went to a bar next to the train tracks to see Motherhood and BA Johnston around 9:30. The show’s incredible. I’m absolutely plastered and I have my rum stashed under under the stairs of a nearby apartment.

On our way back to the main tent to call a cab, I see someone I knew in passing in front of the legion. I notice she’s bruised and has cuts all over her. I stop and have a smoke.

We talked for a bit and exchanged ig handles. Before I left her I told her to message me so we could talk more.

The next day I woke up to this girl messaging me so we could catch a smoke. I accept.

I get there and she’s sat on the stairs of an apartment with a bag of rez smokes. We smoke cigarette after cigarette as we exchange life stories. We learn that we’re so similar that we couldn’t believe it took so long to become friends. We spent the day together and dyed her hair.

I returned to the festival to hang out with a group of my buddies. At the time, there was an illegal weed store set up downtown. This was the most accessible weed had been at this festival ever. I get absolutely blitzed and have a spiritual awakening during Weave’s set. I’m unsure how I got home that night.

The final night I hang out with my new friend. We didn’t have tickets for that night due to poor planning. Instead, we got ridiculously high on anything we could get our hands on and sit on the benches next to the main tent. At one point we went into a bar. We were both heavy smokers which resulted in us spending most of our time in the smoking pit.

I was left alone at one point, leading me to talk to a guy who said he liked my sweater for like 20 minutes. We then left to go to my friends house where we did more drugs. We’d only been there an hour or so before we went out for a smoke and heard music from down the street. We walked down to check it out only to find that there was an after party with all of the artists from the festival in attendance.

In all my audacity, I led my new friend and this random guy to this party. I was in a band that was locally known so I was welcomed. I remember sitting around a table with some people for a bit. I then went out for a smoke. I saw the guy from Motherhood was out there and I offered him a smoked for the great set. We talked for a while before I noticed a trampoline. At which point, my substance addled little brain went berserk. I needed to jump on that trampoline or I’d never forgive myself.

I dragged this dude over to the trampoline and we bounced on it for like an hour. After the trampoline, he and I sat on a log and just talked. Finally, there hit a point where we just started making out. I found my new friend and told her me and this dude were fucking off to his place.

We didn’t make it to his place. I had initially asked if he wanted to stargaze since I knew how to get up on the roof. That idea didn’t last. Instead, atop a house of god of all places we had the messiest fucking sex of my life.

The next day, I had a message from him. He’d left his shoes at my friends house and was wondering if I could take him to get them. I also noticed that my pipe was missing so we took the opportunity to take a walk to retrace our steps after we got his shoes.

I wish I could fucking tell you that we didn’t fuck but that would be an outright lie. We remained fuck buddies for a year and a half until I met my boyfriend.

Anyway yeah as if that wasn’t already an awful origin story, he was into feet and armpits.

Consider this a cautionary tale on attending festivals, taking a cocktail of drugs and feeling like your life is a movie. It doesn’t end well. However the girl I met outside of the legion actually ended up becoming my best friend so it wasn’t all for not.

#the confessional #I am the confessioner and you are all my priest #kat speaks #I just felt like telling this story

[st-alastors-confessional]

I need that tv headed man I want to slam him on any surface by the tiny waist and mess him up. Make him overheat until he bluescreens again and again I need him

that being said, I hope you’re having a good day, St Alastor.

I was having a good day.

But since we're all here, allow me to illuminate.

Making Vox glitch is not a difficult feat by any means. He’s has… certain areas across his body that make him do things far beyond “bluescreening”.

Pin his wrists to the small of his back and feel him tug aimlessly against your grip. Use his thighs as a place for your nails to find purchase, make him remember who imprinted their hands into his skin for weeks to come.

And his neck- well. I've never known someone so willing and so desperate to be choked, practically drooling with need when I finally clasp my hand around his throat and squeeze for all he’s worth.

Do you want to hear his noises, dear Sinner?

Start there.

Your sins are forgiven.

St. Alastor

#MINORS DNI #Forgiven #The Confessional #St Alastors Confessional #hazbin hotel #alastor #hazbin alastor #hazbin hotel alastor #alastor hazbin hotel #vox #hazbin hotel vox #radiostatic #spicy

[evidently-endless]

i think we should remind musicians they can absolutely make up little stories for their songs btw. it doesn’t have to be about them at all. you can invent a guy and put him in situations to music. time honoured tradition in fact.

#i love reading your examples! however next person to be like um actually this exists?? it’s on sight #i know it exists. i think it’s fun. that’s why i think more people should do it. #sometimes i think the confessional style loses impact because everything has to be excavated from the depths of the soul #and somehow. confessional writing seems to be going with the most disaffected bland sound possible. odd. #i love deeply personal songs! i love when songs sound like they mean something to the artist! #something something wider issue of mining trauma and being performatively vulnerable for quote unquote content #idk i don’t have the actual knowledge to write about this well there’s just something not landing for me recently #mine

[morebird]

Father Astarion

#baldur's gate 3 #bg3 #bg3 fanart #astarion #bg3 astarion #from the same church as father raphael #just a normal priest who definitely wont suck you dry in the confessional booth #drawing bg3 guys as evil priests is not how i picture the end of this year but i am not complaining

[priesth0le]

Hi Father, it's the shy one, back again. I've been trying to be good for Lent, but I can't stop thinking about how badly I want to touch myself. I want so many naughty things, but I suppose I have to confess to them specifically if I want help, right?

I wouldn't blame you if you had to break Lent, it must be so difficult for you to resist. I wonder if you go to bed at night frustrated and humping your pillow to get some form of relief, hm? Your desire must ache terribly for you... If you break it in front of me as a confession, however, maybe we can work around it. Why don't you tell me what's specifically on your mind? You're here to be completely open before The Lord, aren't you? You know I am bound to confidentiality, so, perhaps it would be better to simply get it off your chest.

#priest kink #the confessional #hierophilia #religious kink #shy anon

[wincestisasincest]

PINEAPPLE ON PIZZA LETS GO !!! Finally someone who understands !! The amount of disgusted looks I get when I tell people I like pineapple on pizza 🙄 absurd

us pineapple truthers are THE most oppressed group. if you want to be a god ally to pineapple truthers, you can start by giving me 20 dollars.

#this is sarcastic btw kejhtkert #the confessional