#forgive me father for i have sinned 🙏

[forthecriminallyinsane]

please sir may i have some more 🎁

Of course

[waitingforasong]

[dumbdomb]

wanting to wait until sunday to post all the funky catholic posts in my drafts vs seeing said posts and getting turned on

[barblaz-arts]

Ok I lied, one more Hazbin character ask.🙏

Thoughts on Lucifer, Carmilla, Rosie, and Adam?

Lucifer

I love love love him. Terrible dad tho! Lmfaoo

Genuinely think Charlie let him off the hook too easy for all the neglect imo. It's kinda weird how most of the fandom suddenly thinks he's a great dad. He's okay at best, tbh. Just because he has a gorgeous singing voice(Jeremy Jordan is the fuckin BEST man) and a silly personality doesn't mean everything's swell. I hope the second season further tackles this. I remember someone saying before that Lucifer resembled a dad who accidentally had a baby as a teen and doesn't actually know how to be a father and I haven't forgotten about how accurate that is. Still tho! Great character! I'm not even exactly mad about him being popular, just a little bothered by how he's viewed by most people. I hope the show has him do more than sing a musical number to EARN Charlie's forgiveness

Carmilla

I love her, even if the way her character is written is a little, um, how do I say it? Weird? Doesn't make sense sometimes.

Like how she's a demon Overlord who sells weapons but has a line that goes "I always thought that I would keep blood off my face". So does that mean she's never killed anyone before? Or maybe she swore off killing at some point? If she's only ever taken a life to protect her daughters, what sin did she commit to get her to end up in Hell, with her daughters no less. I have my speculations, but with how little we know about her, speculations don't change the fact that Carmilla is a strangely written character. She has some moments that are just questionable choices from the writers too. Like, how they had Carmilla point out how obvious Vaggie's nature is, making Charlie's feelings of betrayal look a little stupid on Charlie's part. Or how Carmilla sang to Vaggie that she should focus on love and not revenge, even though all Vaggie has ever thought about is protecting Charlie while never showing any signs of even thinking about getting back at Lute. Such a strange character. I hope she makes more sense next season when we get to see more of her, because I truly do love her. If this is never tackled though and I just happen to be overthinking, it's fine. I still like her anyways.

Rosie

A really sweet lady for a, um, cannibal. I can never get behind the fact that she and the other characters eat people RAW though! No matter how beautiful she is, the hotness factor is knocked down as long as you don't clean, cook, and season your food, maam. Nasty.

I hope we see more of her relationship with Charlie though. People keep talking about how Carmilla and Vaggie are similar, but I feel we should talk about her similarities with Charlie too. Throughout the show Charlie is ridiculed and given no respect by her people because of her sweet nature and jolly disposition, but here Rosie is being all those things and yet has a whole town to lead! I hope them meeting is set up to have Charlie learn even more from her.

Adam

Oh man he vexes me lol I don't completely hate him, because he has some funny moments, and kickass songs, and the OG Broadway Beetlejuice voices him, but he's suuuuuch an asshooooole. He's not even the kind of villain that you still like to see and romanticize even when he's evil. At least to me. I think my brother explained accurately why. He hates Adam in fact, and that's because his attitude and personality is too accurate to incels that you can see in real life. I enjoyed him as the first season's villain, but I do NOT want him coming back somehow as a sinner like others want. I want him to stay dead. It's Lute's turn to be the new big bad. I still have Pentious if I want more Alex Brightman anyway.

[amymbona]

OMG PRIEST IN KNIVES OUT IS CERTAINLY GOOD, BUT VICAR MR. ELTON... 🧎🏻‍♀️🙏 I need to confess all my sins to him and beg for forgiveness, please, and what would it be without his silly smile 😃

MR. ELTON MY BELOVED 🛐🛐🛐🛐

The sheer obscenity of the whole situation, how basically nothing is allowed in the late 18th century, everyone is to be behaving properly and poor you are having all these thoughts. And, what makes it absolutely terrible, all these explicit ideas circle around the young, face-made-in-heaven vicar, the servant of God who's adapted by the whole town. You adore him as well, so deeply that when you pray each evening, you wish he was in your room and stroked your hair as you struggle to fall asleep.

Each Sunday, you sit in the front row of the picturesque little church, eagerly nodding and listening to the each word of the sermon. When he offers the annual time for confession, you linger behind, allowing everyone else to confess to their sins instead.

"Dear child," the way he adresses you has you weak in the knees - thank god you're kneeling right now - and you're really having issues staying calm at the moment. "What seems to be troubling you?"

You join your hands by your chest, bowing your head down to gaze at his feet, heart beating as you suddenly feel so small under the intensity of his warm gaze. "Forgive me for I have sinned, father."

Now calling him that feels incredibly odd to you, considering there is not that huge of an age gap between the two of you, plus the intensity of your mind consuming dreams is like a heavy weight on your back.

"How have you sinned, my child?"

The most vulgar of words are running through your mind, some of them made up as you've never been to speak in the lower class way, but at the moment, you seem unable to come up with a properly former sentence. You feel the pit of hell burning beneath your knees, the eyes of christ drilling a hole into the back of your head. This isn't anything close to the casuality of accidentally showing an ankle or refering to someone with the wrong title.

"I've been having thoughts, father. Odious, ill and mind consuming."

"What exact kind of thoughts?" Mr. Elton asks, the softness of his voice like a caress to your cheek. How are you supposed to say it?

You gulp, fingers still intertwined, nails digging into the soft flesh of your own hands. "Thoughts that are not appropriate for an unwed woman. That should never occur."

Mr. Elton has rarely been exposed to certain vulgar images of female mind, not many women having visited him to confess to such a matter. And for that reason, he is supposed to find it troubling, to find it so obscure that he shouldn't even allow you to speak on such a matter. But something in his mind that has been touched by the finger of a devil, the not so God devoted part that's secretly longing for the basic male need is tempted to converse on such a matter.

However, you are a good christian girl, your father is the mayor of Highbury and he'd be damned for allowing your mind to get swallowed by something so sinful. He has to offer help, the same way he does to all your neighbours and all the people that come to seek his guidance.

"Tell me what exactly is on your mind, child," he demands softly, his voice as steady as his stance.

You gulp, eyes closing in shame as your heartbeat speeds up. This is way worse than if you were to confess to a murder, but once you've taken a bite, you have to eat the whole cake. So you speak. And for the sake of you both, choose to leave out the name of the main star of your fantasies.

"I've been... Imagining- vividly imagining the sight of a bare body, a man's body. And mine as well. Together, close," your voice is so quiet and full of shame that at first, Mr. Elton can barely hear you. With a small hum, he beckons you to continue. "And touching as well, places that shouldn't be touched. Kissing and performing other acts. I have never engager in anything of this kind, father, I don't know where the thoughts are coming from."

He can see you trembling at his feet and the urge to reach in and wipe the small tear that's rolling down your cheek takes over him. His hand shoots out and Mr. Elton manage to stop himself barely in time, the tips of his fingers running over your hairline. You flinch and he almost gasps too, luckily managing to disguise it as drawing a cross on your forehead. "Poor child."

You nod shakily, your heart beating so loud that it fills your ears like a sound of a drum, the whole entirety of the church suddenly suffocating you tightly. Mr. Elton smirks as the sight, your desperation as bright as the sky. He takes very sick and twisted pleasure in this situation, almost wanting to make the best of it, because it's not every day that a good girl like yourself, prim and proper - almost brain washed -, confesses to having such dirty thoughts. Would it be a sin to let you swim in the lake without offering a branch to grasp onto for a big longer?

[into-the-feniverse]

Forgive me father for I have sinned

Priest Wolfwood 🙏

[russica]

Forgive me Father for I have sinned 🙏🙌

Slightly Spicy

[livelaughlovesubs]

Okay, I just came back and I saw lucifer. And.

OH MY GOD, OH MY FUCKING GOD, OH MY WHAT THE HELL GOD WHAT KINDA MENACE DID YOU CREAT YOU ARE A FUCKING ARTIST

UGHH, HIS WAIST IS AS SLUTTY AS GABRIELS LIKE HOW, YOU ARE SO BOARD AND TALL TOO WTF??? BRO DO YOU EAT? HIS BODY IS SO PRETTY LIKE I CANT STOP STARINGGGGG

God forgive me for I have sinned. I’d call him father. I’d call him father like please be the father of my children 😭😭 I’m gonna impregnate this man raaaaaaaa, his hips are so good ughhhhh, ONE NIGHT IS ALL I NEED I’M GOING TO MAKE HIM PREGNANT, HE’S GOING TO HAVE TRIPLES AFTERWARDSSSSSS

I’d like to say he’s build like a dorrito but he has curves? He was hips?? Who tf does he think he is?? Fucking Kim kardashian??? Who are you trying to seduce?? 😭😭🙏🙏 I want to hold that waist oh lord I want to, i’ll learn the bible in and out after that oh my fucking-

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I.. I think luci is pretty ☺️☺️

[likealayka]

Forgive me father for I have sinned...I crave a Priest!Schneider aesthetic 🙏💜🌌

Allow him to bless your mess 💋

[paperpersephone]

🙏 Forgive me, Father, for I have sinny-sin-sinned.

(Repost.)

[mv1simp]

Forgive me father, for I have sinned 🙏

Maybe a part 2 to Dark Paradise where he takes her other two holes? 👀

YEAH THIS ANON GETS WHAT IM TALKING ABOUT I NEED INSPIRATION FOR ANY PART 2s YOU WANT ME TO WRITE, KEEP IT COMING!!!

[itwasthereaminuteago]

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Pairing: Priest!Matt Murdock x female reader

Tags & warnings: kinda inexperienced non-DD Matt, religious imagery, oral sex (both f and m receiving), choking, unprotected sex, giving up Christianity because the pussy is so good 🙏 Amen.

Author's note: Alrighty kids, this is clichéd religious trope corruption kink central and I'm living! If you are not a fan of the sacrilicious I strongly suggest you look away now and say a hundred hail marys.

@mindidjarin and @munsonownsmyass and I were thirsting hard over Priest!Matt so maybe keep yours eyes peeled for some more goodness...?

Okay slutty friends, take a pew, suck this wine off my fingers and let's gooooo!

The cold from the stone flags seeps up into the joints of his knees making them ache, but he'll gladly suffer such a minor pain for this.

A scuffing of thin paper over grit and dust draws his attention to the bible, now relegated to the floor as he shuffles closer to you.

You'd dropped it, his bible, just as easily as he had discarded his vows. He'd been so selfish in the newfound lust that you'd unlocked, made you find and read aloud passages of servitude, of worship…

'It is more blessed to give than to receive.'

He had made you convince him it was right, pushing him down in willing supplication before you, your gaze surely following his trembling fingers as he drew your ruined underwear down to your feet.

He wanted to give and give and give. The font of your beautiful cunt flowing freely on his lips, a taste to which he was now hopelessly addicted, to that and the sounds of your moans that echo around the nave like his own private choir.

"Father… fuck, you're so good at this-"

He draws his tongue up over you again, reveling in the way you squirm at his touch even though this is new to him.

"It's… M-Matthew, call me Matthew…" he murmurs, before his mouth is on you again, his fingers pressing the supple flesh of your ass as if he can't possibly tear himself away. You had enthralled him, lingered too long after mass with your 'difficult' questions, tested his faith and ultimately tempted him with the plush feel of your lips around his fingers as you took communion. It wasn't as if he didn't try to resist, but it wouldn't have been worth it. Not now he knew this true Eden existed with you in the quiet hours of his church at night.

"Matthew…" you moan, gripping hard on the back of the pew behind you. His name from your lips spurs him to work harder for more. More of your pretty sounds, more of the pretty nectar dripping from that heavenly and forbidden place between your thighs.

And over the next few days, when he returned to his studies with the other priests, the scent of you floats up like the devil's telegram from the pages of this tarnished Good Book. As he turns each one he grows harder under the desk, remembering how it felt when his fingers traced over the skin of your neck, the slight hemispherical indents from the rosary he'd leashed you with reminding him.

'Harder' you'd said, and he'd obeyed, pulling it tight as you choked so beautifully on his throbbing cock, your warm spit dribbling down over his balls as you encouraged him to fuck your perfect mouth, his other hand shoved down the front of your shirt groping at the soft tender skin of your breasts as you praise him for spilling down your delicately bruised throat with a strangled gasp of God forgive me.

He was certain you'd no idea what you had unleashed. You had stolen this pathetically repressed Catholic mess of a man, this student of God, for your own. He craved your sermons of sin, ached for more lessons, and when he excused himself to the bathroom hiding his shame behind that fucking weighty tome to which he thought he had dedicated his life, he came biting his fist with tears in his eyes because of this simple greed for you that may never be fully sated.

"I'm sorry." You'd told him.

Sorry for what?

Sorry for showing him pleasure?

Sorry for opening his blind eyes to a glimpse of a heaven he might have never attained?

You had either released or ruined him, no matter what you said it was always going to be his choice to make.

It wasn't difficult.

Even now as he lies on the altar with you he can't feel any regrets over the sheer need consuming his being.

Please, he begs as you grind into his lap. You kiss him and it stokes the crackling sparks of his free desire, he wants more, always more, his hands braver and roaming farther with each encounter. He marvels again as his fingers drift between your legs, at how you're soaking wet because of him, he did that to you. And you do the same, letting him lead your hands between your bodies to stroke over the physical embodiment of years of pent up lust. You grin wickedly, as he's wet too.

His hand closes over yours to rip the dog collar from his neck, unravelling everything he'd worked for. He knew it wasn't wasted time, it was practice. Preparation for his devotion to you.

Your nimble fingers work to free him from his pants and in a flurry of fervent need your clothes are strewn around the dais like simple offerings. He barely registers what happens next, everything is so much. All he knows is you're surrounding him completely, he's buried so deep inside you and he's never felt anything close to this bliss. You move above him, your hips rolling steadily and he tries his best to meet you, move with you but he's terrified he's going to lose himself in this, in you.

"That's the point, my love" you breathe against his ear. He realises he had moaned aloud, confiding his hopes and fears in you already.

"Oh, oh god-"

He knows the weight of that huge crucifix hangs over the two of you, what used to be a heavy judgement now just a silent witness to this carnal act, an indulgence from which he cannot abstain. The chain of the one he wore around his neck tangled in your fingers.

"You feel… so fucking good," he groans deep and you feel his hands firm on your hips, his confidence growing with every kiss, every passion filled thrust and drinking in every beautiful sound of pleasure you make blurring his path.

Maybe he wasn't worthy of God's love, but he could be worthy of yours? Your love had been his little secret, it tasted warm and tempting, felt so new and exciting, so hot and wet and-

"I… you're gonna make me- I can't-"

You wrap even more tightly around him pulling him closer to the exquisite heat of you. He feels you reach above where you're joined, he thought he could stop, he could pull out but your fingers are moving quickly and your heavenly cunt is squeezing around his cock and he can't take it he's going to cum inside you any second…

"Matthew!" you whine and how can he refuse the glorious pain when you dig your nails into the meat of his shoulders, your voice his only master as you command him, cum for me.

Fuck…

He comes hard, your name his only prayer now as he gives up his chastity. It's a fair exchange, something pure and holy for something pure and holy, baptised and reborn by this raw and powerful love you have shared with him, feeling empty and yet so full, the cascading waves of pleasure finding him lost and sweeping him off to a new shore.

He doesn't miss his church, now that he has a new place of worship with the sweetest blessings from your lips, endless lessons in your bed, and a loving home in your arms.

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[mywritingonlyfans]

I have a decent idea for it, I think reader would have had some spirit encounter in her house causing her to run down to the priests ( Alex ) house and told him about it out of pure fear, so he swore he would help protect her. // Can you imagine her saying "Forgive me, Father, for I have sinned"? 🥴🥵 On my knees...

That was the cherry on top, how delicious. The way she'd conveys to him the impure thoughts that she has with him without saying at the start that it's with him and then he realizes that she is describing him...

Just an addendum, every time you like or send me something I go to your profile and open that photo. I love how Alex with the beard and big hair, looooove tbhc daddy Alex, has a kind of melancholic, super serious and misty and tired vibe that would make him come home and make you stay quiet while he takes you just right to take out the anger and all his tiredness on you until your throat wakes up sore and scratchy and your scalp hurts badly from how he was pulling so your hair so hard (in that case like all fours but he's pulinhg your hair so your back is on his chest but that just sooooooo time thought firm and precise, like pls look at the man hands, he knows) and your body is still pulsing and you can't utter words and he would have a smug, convinced smile... he's just so yummy 😣 oh, and you know that feeling when you're sucking someone so good that the back of your nose burns and your eyes water and you're about to choke but you just can't stop... and it's just bearded Alex 🙏 TGE WRICKLE IS SO PRECIOUS TGERE TOOO I CAN'T WITH THAT FUCKING HELL PIC

[timeless-fanfic]

Maybe Jesus stops the Pharisees from yelling at a teenage girl or comforts her after when she’s crying. Protective Jesus😭🙏

A Father’s Protection

Word Count: 1151

Jesus x (Platonic) Reader

The streets of Jerusalem bustled with life, the steady hum of conversations blending with the shuffle of footsteps as people hurried through the city. In the midst of it all, a young girl, no older than sixteen, stood frozen near the entrance of the temple. Her eyes were wide, brimming with unshed tears as harsh voices echoed in her ears.

"You should know better, child!" a Pharisee barked, his finger pointing accusingly at the girl. His face was twisted in disdain. "Have you not been taught the law? You dare approach the temple unclean, and on the Sabbath no less!"

Another Pharisee, standing beside him, shook his head. "You have no place here. This is a house of God, not for those like you—those who live in sin."

The girl trembled, her body rigid with fear. She had only come to the temple seeking solace, desperate for answers, but now she was the center of the Pharisees' ire. Their words cut deep, stinging her heart, making her feel smaller and more ashamed with each passing moment.

A few onlookers paused, watching the scene unfold, but no one stepped in. No one dared challenge the Pharisees as they scolded the girl for her perceived transgression.

And then, amidst the crowd, a figure moved toward her, His steps calm and measured, but filled with purpose.

He had seen the entire exchange from afar, His heart stirring with compassion as the Pharisees berated the girl. As He approached, the air seemed to shift, a peaceful presence washing over the scene, even before He spoke.

"Enough," Jesus said, His voice gentle yet firm.

The Pharisees turned, their faces filled with surprise and annoyance at the interruption. They hadn't expected anyone, let alone Jesus, to challenge their authority.

"Teacher," one of them sneered, "this is not your concern. This girl has disobeyed the law. She should be punished, not comforted."

Jesus met their gaze steadily, His eyes calm but filled with an unshakable resolve. "The law is not meant to destroy the brokenhearted, but to guide them toward God's love. She came seeking Him, not your condemnation."

The Pharisee huffed, crossing his arms. "She is unclean. Unworthy to enter the temple."

"Who among you is without sin?" Jesus asked, His gaze moving between the men. "Is it not written in the law that God desires mercy, not sacrifice?" (Hosea 6:6). His words were soft, yet they carried weight, causing the Pharisees to shift uncomfortably. "If you knew what that meant, you would not condemn the innocent."

The crowd was quiet, tension thick in the air, but the Pharisees, though agitated, had no answer. They muttered under their breath and slowly backed away, their authority momentarily shaken.

Once they were gone, Jesus turned His full attention to the girl. She was trembling, tears now freely streaming down her face. Her hands clutched tightly at the edges of her cloak, as if trying to hide herself from the world.

"Are you alright?" Jesus asked, His voice a soothing balm to the fear that had gripped her heart.

She couldn't bring herself to speak at first. The tears continued to flow, and she nodded weakly, though her body told a different story. She was clearly shaken by what had just happened, and her spirit was crushed beneath the weight of their cruel words.

Seeing this, Jesus knelt before her, His eyes full of kindness and compassion. He waited patiently, allowing her to catch her breath, to calm the storm inside her heart.

Finally, in a small, broken voice, she spoke. "I... I just wanted to pray," she whispered, her voice trembling. "I wanted to ask God to forgive me, but they... they said I wasn’t worthy."

Jesus’ expression softened, His heart aching for her pain. He reached out and gently placed a hand on her shoulder, offering her a comforting smile. "You are worthy," He said, His voice full of love. "Do not listen to them. God sees your heart, and He loves you more than you could ever imagine."

Her tear-filled eyes lifted to meet His, a flicker of hope stirring inside her. "But... they said I’m unclean. That I don’t belong here."

Jesus shook His head, His thumb brushing away one of her tears. "There is no one who is unworthy in the eyes of God. He invites all to come to Him, no matter their past or their mistakes." His voice grew even gentler, as if speaking directly to her soul. "Blessed are the poor in spirit, for theirs is the kingdom of heaven." (Matthew 5:3)

The girl sniffled, her shoulders relaxing just a little, as if the weight of the world had been lifted, even if just for a moment.

Jesus continued, His words like a lifeline. "Come to Me, all who are weary and burdened, and I will give you rest." (Matthew 11:28)

The girl’s tears slowed as she listened, her heart taking in the truth of His words. She felt something shift deep within her—something she hadn’t felt in a long time. Peace. Acceptance. The knowledge that she was loved, despite what the Pharisees had said, despite what the world had told her.

Jesus rose to His feet and extended His hand toward her. She hesitated for only a moment before placing her trembling hand in His, allowing Him to help her stand.

"You don’t have to carry that burden anymore," He said softly, as she stood beside Him. "God is with you, always. He is not far away; He is here, now, and He sees you."

A small, shaky smile crept onto her face, the first sign of light breaking through her clouds of sorrow. "Thank you," she whispered, her voice still hoarse from crying, but filled with gratitude.

Jesus gave her one last, warm smile before turning to the crowd. The people who had watched in silence were now standing in awe, whispers spreading among them about what they had just witnessed.

Jesus led the girl away from the center of attention, offering her a quieter moment of peace. As they walked, He spoke to her softly, reminding her that she was loved by God, that she had nothing to fear in His presence.

For the first time in a long while, the girl felt like she could breathe again. The fear, the shame, the crushing sense of inadequacy—it all began to melt away, replaced by a peace she had never known. In that moment, she knew she had encountered something, Someone, far greater than the judgment of men.

Scripture references:

Matthew 5:3: "Blessed are the poor in spirit, for theirs is the kingdom of heaven."

Matthew 11:28: "Come to Me, all who are weary and burdened, and I will give you rest."

Hosea 6:6: "For I desire mercy, not sacrifice, and acknowledgment of God rather than burnt offerings."

[deanwinchestersgirl87]

Forgive me father for I have sinned 🧎🏽‍♀️🧎🏽‍♀️🙏🙏

[walkswithmyfather]

“If I give away all I have, and if I deliver up my body to be burned, but have not love, I gain nothing.” —1 Corinthians 13:3 (ESV)

“And though I bestow all my goods to feed the poor, and though I give my body [ a]to be burned, but have not love, it profits me nothing.” —1 Corinthians 13:3 (NKJV)

“Passion for God” By Joyce Meyer:

“Beginning in the book of Genesis and throughout Scripture, we read about the law of sowing and reaping. The kind of seed we sow determines the type of harvest we receive. Some people think they can sow bad seed (make bad choices) and then pray for a good crop (good results with no negative consequences), but it doesn’t work that way.

Thankfully, God is merciful and patient, and He forgives our sins if we repent of them. But those who continually sow seeds of anger, selfishness, laziness, or other unrighteous deeds will eventually reap a harvest they will not enjoy. I love the law of sowing and reaping because it excites me to think that I can draw blessings into my life by blessing others. As we sow seeds of obedience to God, we can be assured that He will send a harvest of many good things our way.

Our thoughts, words, and deeds are equivalent to seeds sown. I encourage you to examine what you are sowing and to sow according to what you desire to reap in your life. The Bible says that if we sow to please our own flesh, we will reap corruption, but if we sow to please the Spirit, we will reap eternal life (see Galatians 6:8). If you sow mercy, you will reap mercy; if you sow judgment, you will reap judgment; if you sow generously, you will reap generously. Get started today sowing more good seed than ever before.

Prayer of the Day: Father, help me to sow good seed and live a life that pleases You. Give me the wisdom to examine what I am sowing and to sow with a cheerful heart. I ask You to help me begin today, so I can reap a good harvest in my life. Thank You. In Jesus’ name, amen.” 🙏