#The Confessional
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st-alastors-confessional · 7 months ago
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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
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sserrated · 2 months ago
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Art print coming later, but for now,
A day off and my face in front of the camera for once.
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ruinous-confessions · 3 months ago
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When I was going through the lore a month or two ago I was like “if ruin is a twist villain I’m going to start biting” so. Yeah.
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maturemenoftvandfilms · 1 year ago
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A Conversation with Cardinal Dolan
CHAPTER TWO: The Confessional  
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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.
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judejuggs · 2 months ago
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What was the worst fight Francis and Michael have ever gotten into?
-The Mediaeval Monk
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i don't know if you can call anything they do fighting with the power dynamic between them. but lets just say Francis drew him sucking dick in the margins of manuscripts for at least a month
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red1culous · 1 year ago
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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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priesth0le · 1 year ago
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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.
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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.
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literatemisfit · 2 months ago
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so I was listening to David Tennant on Stephen Mangan's The Confessional and (I hope you've heard it too 🤞) I didn't really get the first story... like what's the whole deal with the nativity play and the kids with tea tiles? if I heard right!
Tea towels. Or dish rags.
In order to cosplay nativity in school, kids often wore dish rags on their heads to "dress like" people in the Bible. This is obviously no longer politically correct, especially considering the fact that wearing rags was being associated with how people dress in another culture, the cultural appropriation/incorrectness of which David admits to in the interview.
Unfortunately it's how things were, even when I was a kid in the 90s. People understood diversity very differently, or not at all, and we have all clearly become more aware of how problematic things like that were then.
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angelz-dust · 2 months ago
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AINT NO WAY UR BACK OMG I MISSED TOU
HAHA man i'm barely back i just pop in every now and then. but thank you for missing me bc i miss being on here 😭
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dreaminginthedeepsouth · 1 year ago
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The confessional, Mexico :::  John Gutmann, 1960
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“ 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)
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iris-jaxx665 · 9 months ago
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dont forget, all confessions get to be sent into my asks, not my DMs
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st-alastors-confessional · 8 months ago
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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
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sserrated · 18 days ago
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From inside of The Confessional - Anonymous confession #12
Canon eos 250D + Kodak Gold 200.
Newcastle upon Tyne
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ruinous-confessions · 3 months ago
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I’ll be honest, I do not care about Molten one bit.
They can join the good side, they can get a bigger role, or they can just exist, I don’t care.
Short confession, but I feel like this is an unpopular opinion in this fandom
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twolionss · 1 year ago
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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)
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judejuggs · 8 days ago
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hi just wanted to say im obsessed with your ocs and so incredibly invested in all of them <3 i've scrolled to the bottom of your blog like three times by now hfkgkgfk love your art too!!
giggling and twirling my hair :3 thank you! as a gift for ur patronage heres an old doodle i kept intending to redraw digitally but probably wont:
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