#confessons

[skylarmoon71]

Timeless Wells (Flash) Soldier- Chapter 19

The remainder of the week is not as painful as you would assume.

Harrison doesn’t appear to be in a bad mood, despite your clear rejection. If anything, he’s more tender. His smiles are as warm as ever. Your greetings are short, but he’s still attentive about updates on your life while you inform him of the progress at your company with the temporary replacement.

Your current conversation is about the particular person you've chosen.

“Oliver Queen you say?”

You nod.

“His reputation is amazing. I was surprised that he wasn’t taken by another establishment. He lives quite modestly despite his talents. He worked with CCPD until he decided to switch jobs and work with security. His head employer right now is John Diggle. You might have heard of him. “

“The millionaire that owns Diggle industries. It would be careless not to know him. I’ve met him at a few functions. He’s one of the more humble contributors to Star Labs. His duty to the community would put Mother Teresa to shame.”

“I got the same impression. Mr. Queen and Mr. Diggle also seems fairly close.”

“It’s easy to form bonds when you have a respectful relationship.”

The comparison between their relationship and yours finally resonates. Your hands slip out of your pocket.

“Sir I-”

“There’s nothing that you have to explain. I heard what you said and I respect your decision.”

His manner of being so understanding is a bit irritating. He must be at least a little pissed at the situation.

“Are you really going to sit there and tell me that you’re perfectly fine?” Your tone is a bit accusatory.

“Because I’m rich you think I’m entitled to whatever I want?”

Harrison stops filing through his papers, now solely looking at you.

“You are a person, perfectly capable of making your own decisions. You made it clear how you felt and I respect that. Our positions are a bit compromising. It was also disheartening when you rejected my offer. But the fact that you’re so worked up must mean that some part of you holds the same feelings I have for you. “

“You..”

He nods.

“I do have feelings for you. I’ve had them for a while.”

You need to maintain your composure.

“What makes you so sure that I have feelings for you? It’s pretty conceited to make that assumption.”

He only smiles.

“Maybe I’m just hopeful that you do.”

You hate this, how honest he is. How endearing. A part of you wishes he’d been a douchebag about the situation. Maybe then it would have been easier to bury your feelings and swallow your pride. You need to fight back.

“Even if I did return those feelings, I don’t know if I’ll ever be ready.”

He’s still looking at you so fondly.

“That’s okay, I have time.”

How are you supposed to discourage a man so blindly optimistic? 

[neuvillettesmalewife]

A Pale Elf's Confession

In which, Astarion confesses his feelings to a party member while fighting himself mentally. <3

Eternal damnation wasn’t enough, it would seem. Not severe enough a punishment for whatever cruel gods saw fit to bestow upon Astarion.

 Centuries upon centuries of being nothing more than a slave to a power-hungry fool of a master, evading the sun’s ever-extending reach, even going so far as to use what little Astarion had of himself to survive; all this struggle, and yet he had nothing to show.

 Nothing but the disgust he felt bubble in his stomach and the sneer he felt fighting for dominance on his lips. He could make a quick remark or two, something witty to keep the party entertained enough, but beyond that he had nothing much else to offer. 

Nothing he was willing to give. And it was simple-so very simple- at first, keep everyone at a distance, nothing less than arm's-length would do. Friendship, he often thought, was similar to swimming. Be on the move, constantly treading the water and kicking his feet, don’t sink even an inch further into the water's cool waves; no matter how gently they lapped at his chest. Simplicity, however, was never in the cards for the pale elf. Not when it came to his leaking blood-bag. Another member of the party, he’d originally thought. Nothing more nothing less. Just someone who laughs at his jokes and joins in on his quick quips. Another wave, gentle and inconsequential. Not a soul, however, will tell those who tread water 

how slippery the rocks can be. Engulfed in cool silence as he plunged into the icy depths Astarion struggled, fighting his own body to push, to float, to fucking swim. There were time he would breach the surface, coughing and sputtering, Gasping for breath before he’s pulled back under by a mere smile.

He had defaulted. The past centuries he spent with other warm-bodied individuals made his skills, in his opinion, impeccable. 

Until the image of their face would not leave the forefront of his mind. Sometimes going on for days on end. He would try to distract himself, convince himself it didn’t matter, it didn’t mean that much. He could still tread the water, he could still breathe above the surface. And then he noticed his blood-bag rejecting anyone else’s advances,

And he sank. Deeper and deeper into the freezing blue of his mind, the weeds and the mud welcoming his equally cold person. Like it was inevitable. Love was never an option, not for him. Not when he needed to survive ‘til morning. Love was never even a fleeting thought for the man. And then there were the nights he spent with his darling. He couldn’t not think about it- about them. He wondered if they thought of him nearly as often. If he tortured their brain with taunting thoughts of leaving, of having a fill and no longer seeing a use for them. Like the intruding lullabies his innermost fears sung to him.

These thoughts made Astarion tremble deep in his belly, nausea filling him more than any “wine” could and coating the insides of his throat. If he pulled back, refused to lend them his body, What then?

What would they do? Would they leave? Find another party member to satiate the hunger burning behind their gaze? He wasn’t sure he could handle that. He has wanted to die in the past, of course, but the mere thought of his darling leaving him for someone else? Worse yet, someone he knows? …. “Do you have a moment?  Think we need to talk.” The words slipped from his lips before he could catch them. He hoped the muddied water in his mind would wash away some of his impulsivity.

Their quizzical stare was warranted, he wagered.

“Are you all right?” Hands. On him, his shoulders, his chest, his back. Sliding, pressing, pushing, digging into his skin. They slide lower and he has to bite back a shaky inhale as he feels phantom appendages wrapping around his throat. I can’t breathe. “Oh yes, I’m fine. I just…” Please. “feel awful.” Astarion felt the ghostly hands clawing at him now, voices accompanying their freezing touches, whispering into his ear of how his precious little thing would go away once they truly saw him. After all, he wasn’t much to look at past his features. That fact was made clear in the past two centuries. I’m scared.”Look, I had a plan. A nice, simple plan- seduce you, sleep with you, manipulate your feelings so you’d never turn on me.” The confession was clumsy, words far faster than he’s spoken in a long, long time. It worked. They didn’t turn on you… A voice whispered, the hands stilling as Astarion read his darling’s expression. “It was easy-”A breath,”instinctive. Habits from two hundred years of charming people kicked in.” He was laughing as he spoke, slightly, but it was still there. “All you had to do was fall for it.” He had no way of knowing how hurt his eyes looked, how furrowed his brow was, or just how much he was visibly nervous by confessing this. “And all i had to do was not fall for you…” his voice had dropped slightly, shame creeping into his expression; like he was ashamed he still felt anything after all this time for another being. “Which is where my nice, simple plan fell apart.” Searching for the right words, he continued. “You-...” He stares into his love’s eyes, far too many thoughts swimming in his own. “You’re incredible. You deserve something real. I want us to be something real.” He could see the bubbles passing him by as he lay on the ocean floor, eyes half-lidded as he waited for the inescapable rejection coming his way. Instead, his companion held out their hand, palm up, with their typical patient expression; a light smile dancing on their lips. He gingerly lay his own fingers in theirs, their hand squeezing his for a moment before they speak. “Do the nights we spent together not mean anything to you, then?” They ask. That’s it? Astarion thought. They’re not angry? No shouting, no demanding to never see me again? Why?

His grip on their hand tightens. “Of course they did- that’s the problem! Or part of it.” He insists, the last part coming out as much more of a mumble than anything. He fixed his gaze on their hand, nothing how normal it felt to hold. Neither comfortable nor uncomfortable, rather, natural. “Being close to someone-any kind of intimacy-was something I performed to lure people back for him.” It was all Astarion could do to keep the venom from dripping down his fangs as he spat out that last word, his brows furrowing further. He pulls his hand from theirs, his arms now moving as he speaks. “Even though I know things between us are different, being with someone still feels… tainted.” He admits, feeling the pressure in his chest simultaneously lessen and magnify with his words. “Still brings up those feelings of disgust and loathing.” His gaze was tender now, nearly pleading as he looked at his lover. “I don’t know how else to be with someone. No matter how much I’d like to.” He finally says. The sun's reflection on the water’s surface waves and dances, its beams never quite reaching the depths where Astarion has laid down, content to have only this much; nothing more. 

How could he dare to be so selfish as to ask for more than this? They were already so much more than he deserved, he knew that. Though, if he were damned to burn in hell any way you spin his sordid tale, what’s the harm in dragging an angel down with him? “I care about you.” They finally say. “Deeply.” Astarion stares at them, holding his breath-if he needed to breathe- daring to hope, to believe they wouldn’t hate him. Wouldn’t leave. “Really?” His question comes out as a whisper, rushed and desperate. They don’t answer, instead choosing to advance with open arms. Their steps are slow, giving him plenty of time to back away before their arms are encircling his torso. The first thing Astarion notices is the lack of those ghastly hands from his past clawing and scraping at him as they have for far too long. He clenches his own, fingers flexing as he slowly wraps his arms around them back, allowing his forehead to lightly rest on their shoulder. How long? How long has it been since someone had hugged him, simply to hug him. No pre-sex embrace or an entanglement of limbs after the deed was done, Just a simple hug. His shoulders sag, his breathing slowly becoming less shaky as he hugs them tighter. They’re so warm. He thinks, the weeds in his mind swaying further from his face as the sun reaches the depths of his waters. He can feel it, their warmth, how it spreads from their person to his own, setting his entire being comfortably ablaze. If these were the fires of hell, let him be damned a thousand times over.

He practices great restraint from holding on tighter as they pull back, though he can’t reign in his disappointed expression. “You.. You are full of surprises, aren’t you?” The joking tone is gone from his voice, replaced now by admiration and wonder. When he smiles again, it’s genuine, making his lover wonder if they should hug him more often. “Honestly, I have no idea what we’re doing. Or what comes next.” He admits, his playful tone slowly but surely feeding back into his utterance. It's his hand that reaches out, fingers unfurling from his palm. Without a moment's hesitation they place their fingers on his own, Astarion’s other hand coming up to cover theirs. “But I know that this?” He says, gazing into their eyes. “This is nice.” The wind rustles the grass and leaves, a comforting breeze as the lovers’ hands stay closed around one another. Their eyes are locked on the other’s pair, both expressions sporting a warm, loving smile.

[splatoon-confession-box]

𝖼𝗋𝖺𝗂𝗀'𝗌 𝖿𝗎𝗇𝗇𝗒 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗂𝖿 𝗂 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗄 𝗍𝗈𝗈 𝗁𝖺𝗋𝖽 𝖺𝖻𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝖺𝗇𝗒𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝖾 𝖽𝗈𝖾𝗌 𝖨 𝗐𝖺𝗇𝗍 𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝗋𝗈𝗍𝗍𝗅𝖾 𝗁𝗂𝗆

[fictionkinfessions]

genuine question: what if your kintype is a song? like. off the radio. or spotify or whatever

is that allowed? and does that count as fictionkin? cause if so,, i will most likely return

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[unknownako]

"I wish I could tell you how much you mean to me. But I know it wouldn't change anything." (Isaac to Ako. A love confession lol)

Ako blushed at the confession, it wasn't what she was expecting. She had liked Issac for years but didn't think he'd like her, but now he just confessed his love to her. She kinda just froze in response, she wasn't sure what to say to that! “I-if this is your way of asking me out then I accept” she said, giving him a quick peck on the cheek with a slight chuckle. Ako never imagined that someone like Issac would like her.

The burned brunette was still very surprised by the confession but it was one she liked, “So, how long have you been waiting to confess? You don't seem like the patient type” she teased with a small chuckle. For all of the years she has known Issac he really didn't seem like the patient type, but somehow never in a rush.

[myrunawaysweets]

So, not only did I find out an old crush of mine used to like me back, but that I practically rubbed it in his face unknowingly because my ex boyfriend and him both liked to play chess! Which sucks because I genuinely did not think I'd have a chance with him, so I confessed a while ago, wishful hoping I know, and surprise surprise, he rejects me, but he doesn't know I know he used to like me because his sister was part of my scheme! But either way this was a total lose and I am filled with regret.

[rededgecitycouncil]

I wanna get dicked down by Teddy

@tbear401k

[natasha-in-space]

Engagement rings headcanons

Was scrolling through the engagement rings with my friendo the other day, and they dared me to choose individual rings for everyone in mm, so here's the result of that silly dare. I know we technically already know about this from the 'mysterious confesson' merch we got, but this was still a very fun exercise to do. These are just my headcanons, and were made solely for fun, don't take my thoughts on this too seriously! :D

Yoosung

Would go with something classy and romantic, probably a bit of vintage, too. He wants your engagement ring to reflect his love for you, which may lead him to become antsy and indecisive when picking one. He doesn't want it to be too expensive, or too cheap. It has to be just right. Poor guy even sketches out a clumsy 'prototype' he shows to the employees, as it's hard to relay his vision across with just words. In the end, he ends up either getting either a classic diamond ring with an infinity band (he thinks it's sweet to include a small detail of your appreciation to each other lasting forever, however cheesy that may sound) or something a bit more vintage and intricate in style. I don't think he would have any preferences concerning the color of metal, so he might go with a mix of white and yellow metal.

Zen

Would definitely go over the top - the man's a true romantic, you can't tell me he hasn't dreamed of his wedding at least a couple of times! He appreciates everything you've done for him, and he wants this ring to show it. He wants this ring to be everything you've ever dreamed of and so much more. Might struggle with high expectations he sets up for himself, which results in him just stressing himself out instead of enjoying the process like he's supposed to. You might have to have a talk with him about that. As for the ring itself, I think he'll go with something pink and soft in color! There's just something that's is so sweet and light whenever he looks at rose gold engagement rings, it makes him instantly think about you. That's when he knows it's the one. After all, pink is the color of romance!

Jaehee

Would get something custom-made, but still pretty traditional. She wants something that would catch your attention, but won't be an inconvenience to wear. She wouldn't stress out too much, and you two would probably agree on a design together, instead of her surprising you with something. You are her partner, and she wants your rings to reflect that. A delicate and easy design is her go-to. But, if you want something eye-catching, that's okay too, as long as it's not a bother to wear. I think she would go with platinum options when it comes to color. It's simple but very pretty to look at. Kind of like you :) She would also like to add custom engravings to your rings. Something to look at and smile as she twirls the ring around her finger. Either a cheesy coordinated phrase (probably out of your favorite musical that you two always quote to each other), or a date of your cafe's opening, as it's the start of her new life that she has managed to achieve thanks to your support.

Jumin

Would get something fancy, but not over the top. He desires fir your ring to not be too simple, as you are worth more than that. Still, he focuses more on the spiritual meaning of the ring rather than its cost. Money's not an issue to him either way, and he knows that you don't care about how expensive this ring will be. Regardless, he wants only the best for you, as you rightfully deserve. Jumin would go for traditional classic designs, as he finds them the most flattering to look at. Might also like boho-styled engagement rings. When it comes to the process of picking one, he won't overthink it too much. He wants the ring to be perfect, no doubt, but he's pretty cool-headed with his search. Might ask Elizabeth to pick out the best design if he's conflicted. With her intricate collection of collars, he knows she has a good sense of elegance. Would probably go for yellow gold variety when it comes to color, as it's the most classy one in his eyes.

Saeyoung

Would go with something simplistic but unique. I am like 70% sure he would create your engagement rings and wedding bands by hand. It just sounds like something Saeyoung would do. Poor guy would probably be the most stressed of all the others. He wants it to be perfect so badly, but he's also indecisive as hell. See, he's mostly non-traditional when it comes to his tastes, but he also really likes the classic styles of rings, not to mention that the idea of a classic traditional wedding makes him feel all emotional on the inside. This issue would probably persist throughout your entire wedding planning, and not just the creation of your engagement rings: he just can't decide which side to take for the life of him. In the end, he'll probably find the middle ground thanks to your help and encouragement. He's gonna let out the biggest sigh of relief once those rings are finally done. And probably cry right after, as he has never thought he would hold anything as precious as an engagement ring meant for his soulmate in his own hands. Would go with white gold for color.

Jihyun

Would go for something custom-made and simple, but still a bit unique in its presentation. I don't think he has much preference when it comes to style, so he's fine with anything you pick. He doesn't want it to be too ostentatious or expensive, however. He strikes me as someone who prefers more modest designs, even if he'd like to sprinkle some custom design choices. It'll depend on your relationship with him, and what makes it unique for you. He wants your rings to reflect that, more than anything else. He wouldn't be anxious while working on the design itself, occasionally asking for your input, as he wants these rings to be the representation of your shared love, not just his own. He might go a bit overboard and come up with a borderline silly-looking design initially, so it'd be best for you to keep him from getting too creative. Can't fault the man for getting carried away. He would probably go for yellow metal, as it reminds him of the sun.

GE Saeran

Would go for something simple, romantic, and vintage-styled. Saeran doesn't know much about the intricacies that go into picking out an engagement ring, so I can imagine he'd get pretty overwhelmed the first time he tries to research the topic on his own. You'll probably end up picking it out together, patiently discussing important details between yourselves. He knows he doesn't want it to be too fancy or eye-catching, and he knows he wants the ring to remind him of your smile whenever he looks at it. His criteria is pretty easy but sweet nonetheless. It's less about the details and more about his inner feelings. He would probably go for a floral-themed ring if he comes across one that catches his eye, but it's not definitive. He would also go for a colored gemstone, mostly because he likes it better that way. He loves the color pink, as it reminds him of the feeling your gentle love, so he will have a preference for rose gold rings, not doubt.

SE Saeran

Would go for something both unique but elegant. Now, Saeran is definitely not picky when it comes to engagement rings. He kind of feels out of his depth here. Still, it is very important to ask for his input and offer for him to pick out some options he likes, even just on a whim. You two will take your time during this process, as there is no need to rush, and he will get overwhelmed from time to time. It's best to take it one small step at a time, not rushing into anything too quickly. He needs to be reminded that he has nothing to worry about, as all that truly matters is your bond with one another. Saeyoung will probably be the one to make your engagement rings for you, as well as your wedding bands. Partially to not stress Saeran too much with all the shopping, as jewelry stores tend to be too bright for the eyes. It'll be a pretty unique and somewhat edgy design but with a touch of soft colors in the mix. Kind of like him. 

Rika

Is the type to go over the top but, in reality, she would like something classic and simple. When she's in a good place both physically and mentally, she's very doting, and she's also a hopeless romantic. I'd say she's almost on par with Zen when it comes to her romantic fantasies, which is why she loves his musicals as much as she does. It can be a good thing, but it also makes her prone to perfectionism. She will pick out a very fancy ring that she thinks is good enough for someone as wonderful as you, but... she feels dissatisfied with the result, and that makes her anxious. Rika is a people pleaser, so she tends to make choices with someone else in mind, rather than trusting her own heart. You guys will have to talk about it. It's hard to understand what you like when you've lived your whole life masking as someone you're not. In the end, I think she would go for something simple and elegant, probably also combine the colors she associates with your love. Keep her in check, though, as we all know Rika's design skills are out of this world. 

Vanderwood

Weirdly enough? Despite their seemingly simplistic nature, I think they would go for something very unique and even a little odd-looking. Vanderwood is a pretty laid-back person, but all these casual vibes go out the window once it comes down to design. They are very picky with anything that they own in their closet, and engagement rings are on another level completely. They wear leopard print for a reason! I think they would end up getting something custom-made, as it's the easiest way not to stress out over the perfect design. They are not so much nervous as they are choosy. Still, they do have a major soft spot for you, so it's up to you to stir them in the right direction. They would like you to be very involved in the process of deciding on a perfect engagement ring. The end result will still be weird, though. But, the amount of weirdness will depend solely on you. Whether to embrace the weirdness, or to add just a touch of it - it is your choice to make.

[warper-in-training]

Some of ya'll need to start parcticing don't like, don't read the hell.

I'm sick of this fandom, ya'll harrass writers and artists away from this fandom over dark shit you can't stomach and ignore. all you did was ruining this fandom. I will publicly say that I'm anti-harrassment, and supprtive of problematic elements in fiction. the game's main story contains elements of incest, noncon, dubcon, interspecies ships, abuse, grooming, etc and some of ya'll are crying over someone HEADCANONING smth cause of their TRAUMA.

the fuck ya'll are attacking them for? they even mentioned they have trauma of what they wrote. don't like it? DON'T READ. I personaly don't like evil Michael hcs.

does that mean I get to attack the author? NO. me being uncomfortable or triggered cause of it has nothing to do with THEM. its MY problem.

writing & hcing grooming, problematic shit, etc does NOT mean someone does it irl. nor supports it. some of ya'll tend to find a small, not so well known person in the community to harrass. hell, i even I bet ya'll harrassed @/devildomwriter over their raph x belph post. ya'll made posts about @/boxbusiness on that confesson blog too so i donr except much.

I'm dissapointed at what this community has become. leave artists alone. leave people alone.

[thelawsofdaylight]

Pairing: Enjolras/Grantaire Words: 18,523 Chapters: 6/10

Fic Summary: Grantaire has never met Enjolras before; he doesn’t know anything about the man other than his job title and the fact that  he is, as of today, Grantaire’s designated ride-share partner in their company’s new environmental initiative. He just hopes the two of them can get along well enough to survive the half-hour journey to work and back.

(Or: the ride-share AU that started out as a shitpost in the Discorinthe discord server and somehow turned into another multichapter fic featuring found-family, politics, and plenty of pining.)

IN THIS CHAPTER: The following Monday isn’t the worst Monday of Grantaire’s entire life, but it’s definitely up there.

He’d spent the weekend after Enjolras' confesson holed up in his apartment, barely leaving except to empty the bins and collect the takeout he’d ordered on Saturday night. He’s been steadfastedly ignoring messages because he’d really rather not deal with this whole…thing.

And, okay, maybe it's not exactly what you'd call 'healthy' but really, what else is he supposed to do?

[dirtybg3confessions]

Confesson: My Durge can't stop fantasizing about licking all the blood off of true soul Nere's face while he talks to her, and honestly I feel the same

[anonself]

Selfshiptober Day 1- Confesson (ft Val (Outlast 2))

Content Warnings: Religious trauma/guilt, internalized misogyny, internalized transphobia, general Outlast shenanigans. Mostly an insert lore dump I am tormenting him in my mind but I swear he gets better

The cold wind chills Aster to the bone as he sits on a rocky ledge, staring up into the sky., deep in his thoughts. He’d never had the time to sit and think like this before, he busied himself with whatever Knoth had preached. If only to appease his family, because ‘father’ Knoth was no father to him.

 He was not worthy of the title, not deserving of more than a bitter, scornful mention. He grips his filthy bandages tight at the memory of the unsavory man. 

Hate him as he did, Knoth and the Testament of the New Ezekiel had left a lasting impression on him. A guilt that he couldn’t shake. Aster knew who he was, he was sure of that. But he felt grimy, and he felt worthless at the way he’d shaken those responsibilities he’d been raised to fulfill. 

He’d spilled blood, and though he knew it wasn’t exactly outside the usual practices for the Testament, it’d set into motion a chain of events that further and further sullied his conscience. 

But if they’d suspected anything, they hadn’t said it. 

Part of him feels as if he’d betrayed the women of the Testament. Taken the easy way out. He knows it not to be true, just another poison filtered straight into his mind by Knoth and his teachings. 

He was raised to know his purpose in life was to be a mother, a bride, one to cook and clean and bear children. And sometimes he lies awake, those little noxious words gripping him tight. 

And here he lies now, spiraling further and further into the guilt that’s wracked his mind. He is not the same man as the one he saw all those years ago, the one who’d killed out of sheer jealousy, the admiration and envy he felt for the man who was so ungrateful boiling together in something sickening that writhed in his gut. 

Something that’s stayed with him, that he’s carried alone. A soft, raspy voice startles him from his thoughts. 

“My, my.. what’s my sweet thing doing up here?” 

The voice soothes Aster a little. That soft voice, the one that’d quelled his fears, night after night. Val takes a seat next to Aster, pulling him in close. Pressing a kiss to his lips. He lets out a shaky breath.

“What’s my pretty boy thinking so hard for?” She asks, pulling him close. He can feel the tears brimming in his eyes already. He leans into her, dried mud smudging across his face as he buries his face in her shoulder. He shudders as she begins to run her hand through his hair, whispering low into his ears. 

“No need for all that silence.. no God here, just the two of us. Open up for me..” she murmurs, a tone so cloying that it feels obscene. The hair on the back of his neck stands on end.

“I can’t help but feel disgusted with myself,” he explains, trying to hold his voice from wavering. “I feel.. Filthy,” his voice begins to tremble despite his efforts. “Like rot beneath my skin.”

She chuckles softly, brushing his overgrown hair out of his eyes. Pressing a kiss to his forehead. “Oh, sweet, sweet thing. Revel in filth, you’re free,” she grins. “Not a day goes by without you punishing yourself. Embrace it, give into all those desires..” she grips his chin in her hands tightly.

He trembles in her hands. Whatever’s lodged in his throat, keeping those secrets down, begins to dissolve. And the words flow from his lips before he can even think to stop them, so desperate for someone to bear the burden with him. 

She listens closely, whispering praises and playing with his hair, stealing kisses intermittently. She brushes the tears from his eyes, licking them from her thumb before pressing it against his lower lip. She stays, and listens, even when the sun starts to peek over the horizon.

[guiltygearconfessions]

Hello guiltt gear confessons today I am sharing my plans for a fucked up Asuka clone?

Tomorrow? I have a glasses appointment.

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[selfshipping-haven]

The mod for the selfship confessons blogs is braver than any us marine

[christophe76460]

COMMENT PARVENIR À MARCHER DANS LA SAINTETÉ?

1 THESSALONICIENS 5:23 Que le Dieu de paix vous sanctifie lui même tout entiers, et que tout votre être, l’esprit, l’âme et le corps, soit conservé irrépréhensible, lors de l’avènement de notre Seigneur Jésus-Christ!

DIEU VEUT QU’ON UTILISE ET QU’ON LAISSE AGIR 3 CHOSES POUR ÊTRE DÉLIVRÉ

PSAUMES 119:9 Comment le jeune homme rendra-t-il pur son sentier? En se dirigeant d’après ta parole.

1 JEAN 1:9 Si nous confessons nos péchés, il est fidèle et juste pour nous les pardonner, et pour nous purifier de toute iniquité.

ROMAIN 8:13-14 Si vous vivez selon la chair, vous mourrez; mais si par l’Esprit vous faites mourir les actions du corps, vous vivrez, car tous ceux qui sont conduits par l’Esprit de Dieu sont fils de Dieu.

SOYEZ REMPLIS DU SAINT ESPRIT ET ALLEZ DANS LA PAIX 🌿 DU CHRIST! ✝️ ALLEZ POUR LA PAIX, 📖 ALLEZ FAIRE LA PAIX 🤝