#the saviour of sinners

[plsleafmelon]

HARDEST FUCKING FIGHTS OF MY LIFE WHAG THE HELL

#no dont question me on my choice of sinners #ok fr tho k corp hl is a real saviour #fluid sac my honey im sorry i thought i could survive without you #im bringing the whole shi gang for early game next time screw this #md2 hard #limbus company #lcb #this is so hard i genuinely was going insane #with ego spamming against the fox #except i had no sin resources #so i was just cryign

[tinyshe]

he loved them to the end

John 13.1

#scripture #holy bible #christian #christ #jesus #saviour #love without boundries #he loved them to the very end and then some #He loves us too #sinners

[vouseofwolves]

i don't think that we as a society talk enough about how brilliant franks heaven ep is. the music is top tier, lyricism beautiful as always and then we're hit with this gut wrenching losing my religion cover. violence is raw, sewerwolf rageful and record ender just leaves me sad but somehow hopeful. it is one of the best things he ever created and i see no one talking about it. i love frank sm. shut uppp.

#saviour born sinner delivered as flesh #are you kidding me #frank iero #frank iero and the future violents #mcr #my chem

[tumbl4christ]

We are all #sinners #sinner #sin #savior #save #saved #saviour https://www.instagram.com/p/Cjvgczzu1ix/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

#sinners #sinner #sin #savior #save #saved #saviour

[deadloverxx]

subbot yan priest x domtop reader!!

cw: religion, religious guilt, internalised homophobia, obsession, and all of yandere shenanigans.

hands clutched in prayer, his desperate eyes drank in the figure of Christ before him. oh, the saviour would be really disappointed, seeing his server like this. lips coated in saliva and droplets of blood, skin ripped at the edges from the desperate bites. so dirty. and it's all a fault of some sinner, nonetheless. a devil in disguise, he was convinced. a span of Lucifer, sent to earth to tempt him into sin, like the devil did with Eve. the holy book did warn him the devil would look handsome... but he didn't expect him to look this handsome. where was his guardian angel? very immodest looking this sinner, Father thought, and felt something twitch beneath his vestment. obscenely mortifying. but why? Father shuddered at the thought, correct but otherwise impossible. he needed to hunt the sinner down. exorcise the evil that had plagued his mind once and for all.

the hunt began with surveying your interactions with others at the church. a local nearby, although an atheist, still talked to a lot of the priest's holy brothers and sisters. your smile, revealing a little bit of white, sharp tooth, drove him crazy, thighs rubbing against each other at the very sight of it as you talked to an acolyte under Father's watchful gaze. you glanced at him a few times, and every time he felt his heart throb, hands clutching the rosary in his pocket.

"forgive me, Father, for I have sinned..." he mumbled, knees pressed against the confessional's cold wooden floor. this was his third frequent confession, in which thought of you crawled their way into his mind. always too afraid of admitting it, but dreadfully ashamed of how in this time, which is supposed to be between him and God... you still found your way to plague his thoughts. "i have been having thoughts... thoughts of.. men." he breathed out, biting on his lip again. "i can't get him out of my head, that man..." seemingly not even waiting for the priest on the other end of the confessional's wall to respond, his breath hitched. "he has been in my mind for ages now, as i pray, as i eat, as i read the holy book... i'm afraid of God's wrath for it" and as he mutters the sets of prayers prescribed by his colleague, he can't help but think of himself on his knees, before you, praying between your legs with his wet, sinful mouth, as you moan in pleasure..

and when an acolyte of his brought him something you dropped on your way out - oh Lord... the little boy was being nice, bringing lost items of someone to his trusted adult to return. he nodded and thanked the boy with shaking hands clutching a hanky of yours, which was usually hanging from your left back pocket.

he was grateful, face buried in the piece of cloth which held your scent at night, sprawled across his bed, the robes off, shamefully letting his fingers thrust in and out of himself, drool running down his cheeks as he imagined your strong hands spreading his legs apart and ravaging him, eyes rolling at the back of his head as your name slipped past his lips like a prayer. and as his body shook with release, clear semen pooling on his stomach, he breathed in your scent again, contemplating how he would give it to you the following day, and try and spark up a conversation while he's at it...

#🌸🐇writing #drabble #male reader #x male reader #top male reader #bottom character #nsft #gay #male character x male reader #character x male reader #bottom male character #top reader

[darling--angst-archived]

Yan!Doa and Reader who's two faced—highschool au

Pairing: Nikolai, Fyodor, Sigma x Reader (separate)

Type: Headcanons

Genre: Yandere???

Warnings: Yandere themes, manipulation, unhealthy relationship, stalking, obsession, invasion of privacy, mentions of blackmail,

Synopsis: The new semester started and a new batch of students come to Yokohama International school after JHS, that included you. However, you caught the attention of the top members of the student council

A/n: I took a break from making your oneshot requests because I'm hesitant to make one where Ranpo has an s/o who uses drugs, mind you I have no knowledge in drugs whatsoever. I literally made this a week before my semester starts.

Fyodor Dostoevsky

He is popular among all the years whether it be the seniors or the juniors.

He was what people call the perfect student.

All his grades are perfect, and he was handsome, he's also the president of the student council

Face of the council

He won many awards throughout every year.

Represents the music club with his cello

Though, he finds praises meaningless, after all they are just empty words.

He saw himself as the saviour of all the pathetic and imperfect humans.

At first he loved how when he walked in the hallways everybody would turn their attention on him and sang praises.

When he sees a new student, his first move is to make an impression(which he thinks as too easy).

He was quiet, he never got involved in trouble, he 'helped' those who asked.

He saw himself as an incarnation of an Angel, the path to salvation from their sins.

But he eventually got bored, then you came in.

He first thought to play you to 'save' you and then, he grew realize that you aren't a simple sinner but something else..

He saw you as his 'equal', and plans to have you one way or another.

Saw your true face while reading a book or smth

He'll make the first move and confront you abt it.

Will blackmail you with that information if needed only you refuse to be his.

Nikolai Gogol

He's mostly loved by the juniors but at the same is weirded out by him.

Most seniors think of him as a laughing stock

He's part of the student and always takes a seat next to Fyodor

(it means that his position is next to Fyodor's, making him the second highest in the student committee)

Which many finds shocking

He is academically gifted, when he's not paying attention and a teacher asks him to solve something, he'll joke abt it first but solves it with no struggles whatsoever.

Probably still a clown

He likes messing with Sigma.

He pranked him while sleeping one time and dear lord everybody knew what he did.

Loves to prank teachers, juniors, senior, anyone, no everyone.

Almost got expelled for a reason nobody knows

Most thinks he bribes the teacher that's why he gets top grades.

Can be smart if he wants to.

You can ALWAYS find him inside detention, the bathroom, or teacher's office.

He would go on measures just to make sure you aren't with anybody else.

Def would use the security cameras to see you.

He saw your true face because of this and he never loved you more. (He hated manipulative people but not you since you aren't manipulating them, kinda??)

Will use the information to his advantage

If you started dating someone, he'll blackmail you.

He loves the way you think and your view of the cruel people around you.

He would play along with your act.

Sigma

He's timid

Many saw him as a sweet individual who's willing to help others

He's loved by all the teachers and juniors because of how kind he is.

Loved by most of the student council.

Def has a lot of junior fangirls

He despises dislikes Nikolai Gogol. He would definitely avoid him.

Manages the complaints of the students or the internal affairs teachers are too lazy to do.

Has to clean up after Nikolai because Fyodor ordered him to.

Knows something is wrong about Fyodor but can't figure out what.

He thinks of you as an innocent angel who he has to protect.

He once saw your true face but thought that it's normal to get angry.

Hates when Nikolai touches you/is around you.

He'd be clenching his fist when monitoring things during break time.

Will never try to hurt you in anyway possible like the other two.

Nikolai's number one prank victim. Some even pity Sigma.

One time in JHS, when he was sleeping his hair had bubblegum in it(Nikolai did it) so Nikolai suggested he cut it.

...he did.. and that's the origin of his bad double bowl cut.

Would treat you to lunch on whatever you want.

Rich.

A/n: I'd make a oneshot/series about this, maybe.? Whichever you guys prefer I guess...

#bungou stray dogs #bsd fanfics #bsd fic #bungou stray dogs x reader #bsd x reader #decay of angels x reader #decay of angels #fyodor x y/n #fyodor x reader #fyodor dostoevsky #bsd fyodor #fyodor dostoyevsky bsd #bungo stray dogs nikolai #nikolai gogol x reader #nikolai gogol #gogol nikolai #nikolai x reader #gogol x reader #bsd gogol #yandere bsd #yandere #sigma bungou stray dogs #bsd sigma #bungo stray dogs #bsd imagines #bungo stray dogs x reader #bungou stray dogs x you #bsd headcanons #bsd x you #bsd x gender neutral reader

[thewordfortheday]

"For God so loved the world, that He gave His only begotten Son, that whoever believes in Him shall not perish, but have eternal life."

John 3:16

The Bible says that none of us are good—we cannot be good; we are sinners in need of a Saviour. God is good, but we are not. It is while we were yet sinners that Christ died for us, the ungodly.

God's love is so deep for this world and for each one of us that God sent His Son to die for us. We each had to be punished for our sins but God laid the punishment of us all on Jesus Christ so that we might be free and saved, just as if we haven't sinned, that is the grace Jesus offers.

How you respond to this good news determines where you go- heaven if you accept Jesus or hell if you reject Him.

#salvation #jesus saves #bible verse #daily devotional #christian quotes #bible quotes #inspiration #daily devotion #christian quote #christian life #scripture #bible

[kweza]

this is actually infuriating because it invalidates the entire purpose of Christ's sacrifice? He died and BROKE the veil that separated us from God but you have people insinuating that you now need Mary (a sinner) to get through to our Lord and Saviour Jesus Christ? yeah no

#didn't want to end the week being controversial but this is just straight up blasphemy and unbiblical #on faith

[katakaluptastrophy]

Thinking about how the one time John ever mentions being happy is when he was 'playing Jesus':

"I spent hours and hours a day playing Jesus. That was nice, those were some of the nicest hours I got to spend."

About teenage John who went to a music festival for the underage drinking and ended up getting baptised:

"She applied to the Vatican to argue about whether or not it was a miracle because I’d been baptised. Didn’t mention that I’d only gone to Parachute ’cause of the underage drinking."

About how hard M-'s nun was trying to impose a Catholic interpretation on what was happening:

"The ships on the launchpad, twenty hours to go now, less. So much waiting around. Me in my bedroom with a nun and a migraine, her thinking that if she pushed me enough we’d instantiate the Trinity and we’d all be saved. Everyone else drinking. The clock ticking louder than ever before."

About how both the nun and C- tell him he's playing at being the wrong kind of saviour:

"M—’s nun was all, Are you kidding, Christ never said no and never asked anyone to pay and got way too much attention and brought the heat down on everybody. Christ didn’t keep to office hours, she said. Don’t do that."

"C— said, John, your problem is that you care less about being a saviour than you do about meting out punishment."

How everyone was expecting him to do something:

"It was only a matter of time before someone I loved caught a bullet that I couldn’t bring them back from. I needed to do something. I couldn’t do anything."

How he watched M-'s nun shoot herself in front of him on the strength of her belief that he had been sent to do the will of God:

"John, don’t misunderstand. I want to help you. I truly believe that in our most terrible hours we don’t instinctively reach out to God; we push ourselves away from Him. Don’t feel bad for not rising heroically to the occasion right now. Fear doesn’t help us achieve a state of grace; it deafens the heart. John, I truly believe you can save everyone. So concentrate, please. She said, Holy Mary, Mother of God, pray for us sinners, now and at the hour of our death. And she shot herself."

How John 'became God' and it still wasn't enough.

"He said, As the world went up I remade us both. I hid me in you … I hid you in me. And when we were together … once the shaman had claimed the sun … I became God. He said, It wasn’t enough."

And how when John re-made the world, he made a Catholicism centred around how he did it right:

"“But that’s the grace of it, Harrow. If I’m God, I can start over."

#the locked tomb #tlt meta #john gaius #cristabel oct

[moeitsu]

Song Lyrics That Remind Me of Arthur Morgan

Nobody asked for this, but I listen to A LOT of music, and this boah is constantly on my mind 24/7. So I thought I'd share some lyrics that remind me of him and his relationships <3

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Hard Believer - First Aid Kit

"So you ask for my opinion. Well, what is there to say? To be honest and just foolish, won't make you wanna stay. You've got to go on and get moving. And I can't do that for you. Got so many plans and so much you wanna do. Love is tough, time is rough on me."

To a Poet - First Aid Kit (Mary & Arthur)

"You said, 'Don't give me nothing you don't wanna lose.' I said, 'Darlin' I'll give you everything I got, if you want them to choose.' Though unwillingly I left and it was so, so hard to do. Now I miss you more than I can take and I will surely break. And every morning that I wake, God, it is the same."

Afraid of Heights - Boygenius (Dutch & Arthur)

"I know I fucked up when I told you I'm afraid of heights. It made you wanna test my courage. You made me climb a cliff at night. You wanted me to jump and I declined. You called me a coward, I replied, I don't wanna live forever, but I don't wanna die tonight."

My Silver Lining - First Aid Kit

"I don't know if I'm scared of dyin', but I'm scared of living too fast, too slow. Regret, remorse, hold on. Oh no I've gotta go. There's no starting over, no new beginnings, time races on. You've just gotta keep on keeping on."

Sun Bleached Flies - Ethel Cain

"If they strike once, then you hit 'em twice as hard. But in the end, if I bend under the weight that they gave me, Then this heart would break and fall twice as far. We all know how it goes, the more it hurts, the less it shows. But I still feel like they all know, and that's why I could never go back home."

Saviour - George Ezra (Mary & Arthur)

"Time was young and you were mine. Take me back to that midnight moon. Cradle me, at that midnight moon. All of me is all for you, and what I got to give is not enough. It's a dark night. Being your own savior, is it saving you?"

Cowboy, Gangster, Politician - Goldie Boutilier (Mary & Arthur)

"We said goodbye, but it never ends. 'Cause you can't get away from a woman who loves you. 'Cause you can't run away from feelings that haunt you. No, you can't separate a fire from a flame that already burns. Every saints a sinner, we all have our past. Forever is a fiction, nothing lasts."

Let Him Fly - Patty Griffin (Mary Gillis-Linton)

"Ain't no talking to this man, ain't no pretty other side. Ain't no way to understand, the stupid words of pride. It would take an acrobat, and I already tried all that so, I'm gonna let him fly. You know the light has left his face, but you can't recall just where or why. So there was really nothing to it, I said I'm gonna let him fly."

The Chain - Fleetwood Mac (Dutch & Arthur)

"And if you don't love me now, You will never love me again. I can still hear you saying, we would never break the chain. Run in the shadows. Damn your love, damn your lies."

Devil's Resting Place - Laura Marling

"I've been with the devil in the devil's resting place. Water won't clean you, you only hold yourself to the things you do. Come up here to speak to me and hold your face to mine. Any man can hold my gaze has done his job just fine. You sold your life away to be with me tonight. Hold your head against my chest, I think you'll be just fine."

Through the Valley - Shawn James

"I walk through the valley of the shadow of death. And I fear no evil because I'm blind to it all, and my mind and my gun they comfort me. Because I know I'll kill my enemies when they come. Surely, goodness and mercy will follow me all the days of my life. And I will dwell on this earth forevermore. Well, I came upon a man at the top of a hill. Called himself the savior of the human race. Said he'd come to save the world from destruction and pain, but I said, how can you save the world from itself?"

Youngest Daughter - Superheaven

"It's useless, I tried, but to no avail. To tell you how much I know, how much I care. Breathe until your lungs fail, you can sing 'til you go deaf. I am sick, I am horrified at everything I hear. Everyday repeats itself again, the cycle of our misery, It drives us all insane."

The Fall - Gregory Alan Isakov (John & Arthur)

"You heard blood was thick, brothers and sisters. But ya don't know where anybody's at. Time was a bust, you thought you'd better be tough. Nobody gets past the trembling wire. All eyes on you now, on you. We're all holding our breath."

Second Chances - Gregory Alan Isakov (John & Arthur)

"I'm running from nothing, no thoughts in my mind. Oh my heart was all black but I saw something shine. Thought that part was yours, but it might just be mine. I could share it with you, if you gave me the time. I'm all bloody knuckles, longing for home. If it weren't for second chances, we'd all be alone."

My Mind - Paris Paloma (Dutch & Arthur)

"What did I do wrong? Will you tell me what I did wrong, what did I? Was it a first offense? How long had you been harboring that vemon? You could have used your words then, you wanted them to hurt and so I let them. Never would I beseech you, to endure what you put me through."

#arthur morgan #rdr2 #red dead redemption 2 #dutch van der linde #mary gillis #red dead redemption community #red dead fandom #arthur morgan rdr2 #arthur morgan x reader #rdr2 fanart #john marston

[spotlightlowlife]

In maybe his last 10 seconds Adam offered us more insight, motive and emotion than Charlie or Lucifer did in all the time they have gotten.

His frustration made sense, he way envious of Lucifer and didn't want to consider Charlie being the sinner's new saviour, his jerk behaviour masked how angry he really was. This could also be seen as a twist off the biblical belief that the devil envys humans.

Adam's pettiness comes across more meaningful than Charlie's casual like and Lucifer's casual dislike of the sinners

which when faced with eachother digressed into an opportunity for them to agree that Charlie getting what she asks for was a showcase of love.

Seriously, how do the leading character and writers favourite 'good guys' lose out character development wise to the no real threat villain's spite?

#hazbin hotel critical #hazbin hotel charlie #hazbin hotel adam #hazbin hotel lucifer #hazbin hotel criticism

[quillandink333]

The Other’s Choice • Pt. 1

Credit to @winterxisxcomingx for the beautiful banner ♡︎

SPOILERS FOR HAZBIN HOTEL ~ Read ahead at your own risk!

Faced with the harsh reality of Heaven’s steadfast opposition, the angel of joy is forced to make a drastic decision with gruesome consequences, but luckily she isn’t alone for long.

WARNINGS: Abrahamic imagery (obviously), pseudocest, assault, extreme heights, hunger

Part I • Part II • Part III

An eternity seemed to have passed since Emily had taken the irreversible dive from Heaven and begun her journey through Purgatory before finally manifesting in Hell’s scarlet sky. And yet there was such a long distance left between her and the ground that she still couldn’t make out a single thing happening down below. Her stomach was achingly empty—how many days had it been? It was impossible to know without the light of the sun to let her.

Her windswept hair obscuring her vision as she fell, she reflected on the moments leading up to this. They’d done it! Now even Sera couldn’t deny the reality proven by the unrelenting efforts of the Hazbin Hotel. Yet to Emily’s fury, the old hag was still too stubborn to allow word of it to get out even among the archangels.

The newly redeemed sinner, whose name she’d learnt was Sir Pentious, had appeared suddenly in Chastity Palace, somehow becoming the first human soul in history to bypass Saint Peter and the pearly gates. While the senior seraph didn’t take well to his arrival, the younger was over the moon, wasting no time befriending him and giving him the grand tour of his new, and rightful, home above the clouds. The conversations she’d shared with him were not only groundbreaking but deeply upsetting. The upsetting part, however, wasn’t the story of his noble sacrifice nor was it Adam’s brutal and shameless acts of fascism, but the fact that she couldn’t share any of it with the rest of Heaven.

Faced with this, she’d done the only other thing she could have. If there was no way for her to serve the sinners’ worthy cause in Heaven, she would simply have to leave. And so she would, but first, she’d penned a note to her elder.

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“I hereby vow never to return until the right changes have been made. This is not my choice, it is my duty. Thank you for protecting me, Sera. Goodbye.”

She’d never been so cold and blunt to anyone in all her aeons of life; it had destroyed her to write it, but soon regret would serve no purpose to her anymore. With a deep breath, she steadied herself and stepped with resolve toward the edge of the rainbow bridge. She closed her eyes.

Out of nowhere, all the world came to a screeching halt, the jarring loss of momentum causing her heart to nearly leap out her throat.

“I got ya.’”

A few seconds earlier, Lucifer had looked up through the glass walls of his new suite at the hotel just in time to see what could only be likened to a falling star.

Without thinking, he’d bolted into action, racing to catch the little one right as she’d started to descend past the city skyline. She could’ve been shish-kebabbed by the spire of a skyscraper if he’d taken any longer to spot her.

His heart was pounding after his miles-long sprint through the air. “You alright?”

Emily ogled up at her saviour with wide eyes, failing to realise he’d asked her a question for a good several seconds. “Y-Yes. Uh…thank you.” He didn’t look much like a demon, dressed in white from top to bottom with strawberry blond hair and a warm red gaze. If she didn’t know better, she would think this gleaming, six-winged stranger was a seraph like herself.

“You’ve fallen,” he inferred with frantic eyes and a heavy heart. “What happened?”

But her attention was already fixated elsewhere. As the angel of joy, she possessed a divine gift that let her feel the emotions of others as if they were her own. Down below, there were people on the streets, and every last one of them was miserable. It was so much worse than she could’ve imagined. There truly wasn’t an ounce of joy to be found here. She watched as one of the wretched souls was violently defiled by another before her eyes, their cries of terror ringing in her ears clear as day. The latter’s hand clenched around the former’s neck, and suddenly she couldn’t get a breath in, a scream trapped in her throat as she could do nothing but watch. She felt sick.

Lucifer sensed her rising panic and held her closer. “Hey, look at me, you’re okay,” he urged, cradling the poor, lost princess in one arm while cupping her colourless face in his free hand. She met his gaze, her own filled with the all-consuming fear she’d had the privilege of never knowing until now. She looked like a deer in the headlights, her expression like an arrow straight to his once broken and unfeeling heart. “C’mon. Let’s get you inside where it’s safe.”

Her frail arms clung to him with a vicelike grip as she nodded and tearfully hid her face in his shoulder. At once, he set his sights on Pride Castle and took off soaring.

#my writing #applewings #pride and joy #prideandjoy #pride & joy #pride&joy #lucily #lucifer x emily #emily x lucifer #lucifer morningstar #lucifer magne #lucifer hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel lucifer #emily the seraph #emily the seraphim #emily hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel emily #hazbin hotel #quillcifer 🍎🪶

[little-diable]

The Rosary - Priest!Tom Riddle (smut)

It's been a while since my last priest imagine - what a shame. Please reblog and like if you enjoyed reading this, and don't forget: don't like it, don't read it. Enjoy my loves. xxx

Summary: Priest Riddle takes the reader's confession, and yet he does it quite differently than all other priests. Pwp.

Warnings: 18+, oral (m), wrong use of a rosary, religious connotations, unprotected sex, power play, spanking, spitting

Pairing: Priest!Tom Riddle x fem!reader (1.4k words)

“Lower.” His voice echoed through the church, gaze focused on her frame. She jumped, not expecting to hear his voice breaking through the calm afternoon air like a shot fired in the depth of the night. Slowly she turned towards the priest, eyes struggling to meet his darkening ones. 

He was sitting on one of the wooden benches, hands holding onto the rosary he had been praying for the past minutes. The priest stared at her with a gaze so threatening (y/n) felt her knees trembling, about to give out, forcing her to her knees like a sinner begging for forgiveness. 

“You need to bow lower if you want his guidance.” His voice carried something she couldn’t decipher, as if he was teasing her, making fun of the woman that clearly didn’t know how to speak to the One listening from above. 

“I’m sorry.” It was nothing more than a whisper, clearly projecting the uncertainty thumping through her veins like the sins she had been carrying around with herself, weighing her down. Her eyes wandered back to the wooden cross hung above the altar, staring down on her, well aware of every sin she had committed. 

“Come, sit.” Priest Riddle’s voice guided her towards him, forcing (y/n) to sit down next to the tall priest. Silent prayers rolled off his tongue as he got back to praying the rosary, eyes shut, lips slightly parted – allowing (y/n) to study the handsome man. She had always found herself drawn to him, urged on by the forbiddenness of the situation. 

Her gaze wandered down to his slender fingers, watching him roll the pearls, a routine he clearly knew by heart as if he was breathing in the vowels of the prayer, keeping him alive. She was sitting close to him, could easily touch the priest’s thighs with hers, and yet (y/n) didn’t dare move, unsure how the man would react. There was something between them, something keeping her alive like a fire needing wood to crackle on. 

“And may the souls of the faithful depart, through the mercy of God, rest in peace. Amen.” His voice echoed through the church, filling her with excitement as he opened his eyes once again, finding (y/n) already looking at him. He made the sign of the cross before he let the rosary disappear in his pocket, rising from the wooden bench. “Follow me.”

Wordlessly they walked down the aisle, past the altar and down the hallway to his office. He let her step inside first, allowing her to be swallowed whole by the darkness lingering inside the room. She couldn’t move, felt herself frozen to the spot, pushed forward by his rather ungentle touch. (Y/n) stumbled further into the room, caught by his hand shooting out to grasp her wrist, catching her before she’d lose her balance.

“Tell me, are you here to confess?” His breath teased her neck, words leaving her trembling as an all too quiet “Yes” rolled off her tongue, spoken out into the darkness. He had taken her confession numerous times before, she knew the routine, just like he did, and yet there was something awfully thrilling about this, very well aware of his rather unchristian way of taking her confession. 

“Onto your knees then, child.” She dropped to the ground, kneeling in front of the man that towered over her like the Tower of Babel had towered over those building it with their bare hands. He moved away from (y/n) to alight his desk lamp, offering some light that could guide the two of them through the upcoming moments, a guidance like the comet on the dark firmament, betokening the birth of the saviour. 

“Open your mouth.” Wordlessly she parted her lips, staring up at the man who spit onto her tongue, forcing her to swallow every drop of his saliva. She was his, belonging to the priest with a twisted mind and a rotten heart. Skilled hands undid his trousers, freeing his hardening cock for (y/n) to wrap her lips around the tip.

Their eyes kept holding contact as he jerked his hips, forcing his cock further down her throat, making her choke around him. He fucked her mouth with no mercy lingering in his system, a mercy he’d spare to the ones seeking his help – all but her were fortunate enough. 

Saliva dripped from her chin, one by one like the tears the ones watching Jesus die on the cross had cried, one with the soil they were now buried in. New life may grow from the cold soil, soil that was one with the silent whispers of death. 

“There we go, breathe.” His commands left her humming around his cock, drawing a moan from his parted lips. She felt him twitch in her mouth, very well aware of his rising high, a high that would pass like the parted waves of the red sea, not yet ready to roll upon them. He gave it a few more thrusts before he pushed (y/n) away, forcing her to her feet without another warning. 

She was pushed against his desk, front pressed further against the table top as he pushed her trousers and soaked through panties down her legs, not wanting to waste any time. (Y/n) had a hard time breathing as she felt him brush the tip of his cock through her dripping folds, teasing her for a moment or two before he spoke up once again. 

“Confess now or stay forever silent.” (Y/n) stumbled over her reply, struggling to properly pronounce her words as she confessed. He carefully listened to every word rumbling through her like the screams of those begging for forgiveness, one with the sins flooding through their veins like consecrated wine. Only as she stopped speaking, eyes fluttering close in shame did the priest start moving once again. 

Her eyes found his hand, holding onto the rosary, he moved his fingers to her mouth, forcing her lips apart with the metal cross. Wordlessly she bit down on it, holding it between her mouth as he got back to touching her, pushing into her before she could close her eyes. 

The priest fucked her hard, not holding back as he speared her on his cock. Whimpers, moans and cries clawed through (y/n), sounds dampened by the cross held between her teeth, not allowing her to properly part her lips. Her body trembled as if she was caught in the earthquake hitting the city of David, shaking through every limb. 

“We both know you’re sinning because of your insatiable need for my touch, a pathetic try to offer your body to me.” She was sacrificing herself for simple touches, and yet the situation was everything but simple. (Y/n) was caught in a web of lies, of passion, and of hunger, a hunger no man but the priest who was currently fucking her from behind could still. She was his, had lost all privileges, but she couldn’t pull away from him, not now, not ever. 

Their bodies met with every thrust, cock buried deep inside of her tightness, a feeling so addicting, (y/n) could barely breathe on. She struggled to find something she could use to hold onto, hands trembling as her neck gave in, forehead pressed against the table. She’d cum any moment now, walls fluttering around his twitching cock, even though (y/n) found herself praying that this moment may never end.

He followed her down the edge, leaving his stain on her behind as he pulled out, releasing himself with a groan leaving the priest. For a few seconds they stayed like this, catching their breaths, hoping to make it out of the fog of lust dampening their thoughts. The cross was pulled from her lips, back tugged against his front, and with his hand finding her throat, he whispered quietly, “You’re free of your sins. May the Lord guide you to heaven when your time comes around.”

#Tom Riddle smut #little-diable priest #Tom Riddle imagine

[hype-blue-fixation]

Just thinking about how each ring of Hell is themed after a sin, and Lucifer is the king of the pride ring. The kings have attributes of their ring (Mammon is greedy, Asmodeus is lustful, Beelz feeds off of gluttony, etc.) but Lucifer just seems like a funny little guy that hyperfixates on ducks and would murder the world for his daughter.

But I think the reason he seems so silly is because of his pride. He's the most powerful thing in Hell. He doesn't have to worry about what someone else can do to him. He can afford to be silly and do whatever he wants because he, by nature, is above everything else.

Pride is often seen as this evil negative of purposely putting others down to elevate yourself.

But pride can also mean seeing yourself as a saviour of sorts, which is the kind of pride I think Lucifer has. Especially when he emphasizes how he's an angelic power for you in your "needy hour" or offering above and beyond what anyone expects. Like when Charlie asks for his help, and he immediately boasts about being able to give her anything in his power. He's also very quick to come to her defense and paint himself as her "dad in shining armor" when things go south.

Lucifer was even able to get her an appointment with Heaven. So far, we haven't really seen him NOT be able to provide something...and honestly it's kind of scary to think about how badly he could snap when he realizes that there's something Charlie wants that he can't give her. When he realizes that there are some things he simply can't do. Which kind of feeds into his dissociation/depression. Because he seems to dissociate when people discuss things that are outside his power level (Redeeming sinners/repairing relationships/dealing with Heaven/etc). Instead of snapping, his brain just skips over the information to avoid facing this reality.

He obviously has a very strong opinion about sinners: he thinks they're disgusting animals. And perhaps that opinion stems out of his pride. Not only are sinners beneath him, but he also can't be their savior. He can't use his power to "help" or "fix" them, which makes them abominations in his eyes.

Sorry if I rambled too much, I was just thinking about this and my brain wouldn't shut up until I wrote it out. Honestly a really neat dynamic that I hope is explored in season 2.

#rambles #Lucifer theory #Lucifer headcannon #Hazbin hotel #Pride Ring #my writing