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im the coldest fr (i still dk how to use tumblr)
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Salvation for the damned
Priest!Sanji x fem!Reader smut
Minors, do not interact!!!
Author's note: This is my first smut, go easy on me. I'm not used to actually posting what I write. Ever since I saw @hunnismokah 's fanart of Sanji as a priest I haven't had a WINK of sleep. She has unleashed something feral into the world.
Warning: if you're uncomfortable with themes of religion, I'll advise you to scroll away.
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"What is troubling you, my child?"
Sanji fancied himself a man of God. From a young age, he knew his role in life was to serve The All Mighty and help lost souls find the right path again.
He gave an Oath, and swore his body, mind and soul to The Lord, in promise to never stray from the path of light. And Sanji was a man of his word. Hence why he was sure you were sent by the Judge Of All, to test his strength and devotion.
Oh, you were the most angelic being he had ever laid eyes upon. Or at least so he thought, because, in truth, he saw you as a temptation crafted by The Devil specifically to torture him. And as much as he prayed and kneeled before God, begging for expiation, you wouldn't leave. As hard as he cried out to the heavens for a chance to atone, his screams were never heard.
You would always creep into his dreams, where he was most vulnerable, and force him into sin. You were a foul succubus, the daughter of Satan, and you have come to ensure his fall.
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"Father, I must atone for these terrible sins I've committed against the Holy One."
He hadn't expected you to turn up so late, looking deeply troubled near the Church's entrance. He let you in without a second thought, and as soon as you reached the altar, you dropped down to your knees, your hands clasped together, looking up at him in desperation.
His face softened and he smiled ever so slightly. He was glad you finally decided to turn yourself over to The Light. Sanji lifted his hand over your head and spoke with firmness in his voice.
"Speak now child, lay yourself bare before The Lord and share your troubles. Pray that He may forgive you."
He felt closest to God during confessions. It was as if The All Mighty spoke through him, accepting the wrongs of those before him into his heart and engulfing them in pure holy light.
"I've been plagued by impure thoughts, Father. The sin of Lust and Desire has claimed me and shackled me in its repulsive hold and I have become its slave."
Through the silence, a shaky breath was all that could be heard. Sanji felt his body shudder and pool in a cold sweat, a chill running down his spine. His knees were so weak he thought he might keel over any moment now, had he not been holding Saint Patrick's Cross so tightly in his other hand.
Taking a deep breath in through his nose, Sanji composed himself. Right now, he had to help this poor woman redeem herself before The Lord.
"Very good, my child. The first step to redemption is seeking out the forgiveness of God. Stand."
You did as you were told immediately, without asking a single question. Good. The expectant look in your eyes could melt the resolve of the most cold-hearted man, had you only wished to do so.
"For your heinous crimes, you shall face punishment, and you shall suffer, and you shall be freed. Now, are you ready to carry out God's task?"
Oh, that spark in your eyes. He could almost feel the devotion radiate off your body into zaps of energy. Almost. "I am ready, Father. I swear that I will do whatever it is The Lord asks of me."
Before you even finished speaking, he had already turned around and instructed you to follow him.
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Not before long, you found yourself in his private quarters. Just as you were about to question why, he called out to you, and you answered. Sanji was sat at the edge of his bed, looking up at you with a gentle smile adorning his face.
"Kneel, child."
You sank back to your knees, reaching out with your hands and hesitantly placing them atop his own, all while looking at him. He extended his hand to you and gently cupped your face, stroking your cheek with his thumb.
Breath caught in your throat, you dared not utter a word, lest all kinds of sinful thoughts escape through, in-between your teeth.
"Do you know what you must do?" You could feel his thumb brush across your plush lips and pull the bottom one down.
"Yes, Father."
Sanji felt your hands drag up his thighs and settle on the zipper of his pants. He held back a groan at the feeling of your hands on him, inhaling sharply once you pulled his cock out and sat up on your knees to press a featherlight kiss to the tip.
You licked your lips and pressed one more kiss to it before wrapping them around the head, sucking lightly. He let out a gasp and shut his eyes, basking in the way your perfect lips wrapped so well around the head of his dick. Sanji felt you pull away and opened his eyes only to see you spit on his cock and wrap a hand around to stroke him. Your palm so soft and gentle, your pace slow and sensual, easing him into the feeling of your skin pressed to his. He was trying so hard not to let out soft moans of pleasure as you touched him, your skin igniting a spark in him that ate away at his soul deliciously so.
He could feel sin seep through his skin and into his heart, pulling him away from all that he deemed right, enticing him to beg for more. But he couldn't allow it, couldn't allow to lose himself to such carnal desires.
His resolve, however, faltered the second you took him into your mouth again. Enveloping his cock in its warmth and continuing to stroke whatever you failed to fit with your hand. Sanji let out a whine, and pressed his palm to the back of your head, keeping you in place. You had long since closed your eyes, basking in the feeling of him filling up your mouth, making you imagine what it would feel like for him to bury himself deep inside you and claim you as his.
Oh, you've dreamed of him for so long. You knew it was wrong to want a man of God, selfish, to wish he'd devote himself to you instead. You'd stay awake at night, desperately pumping your fingers to feel even the slightest relief, but your body knew what it wanted. And it wanted it badly.
Whatever you did, you couldn't satisfy your hunger for the man, and tonight, after hopelessly trying to chaise you high for hours and failing miserably, you decided enough was enough. You had to have him.
Snapping back into the present, you moved your tongue against him, hearing him let out yet another sinful cry, tears threatening to spill over his eyes. You could feel yourself clenching around nothing. Sanji tugged on your hair, and a moan escaped your throat, making him mewl in ecstasy.
He could feel a knot begin to form, like a balloon ready to burst, so he pushed you away, panting.
You looked up at him, confused. Had he not enjoyed himself? Did he perhaps change his mind? Maybe he finally realised how wretched you were.
"Come, sit." You wasted no time in hastily removing your bottoms and straddling his lap. Sanji placed both his hands on your hips, pressing gentle kisses to your neck and collarbone. A sigh left his lips when he felt your fingers swiftly undoing his ponytail and running your fingers through his long, golden locks of hair.
You aligned yourself up with his cock and sank, taking him in inch by delicious inch, filling yourself. Once you finally fit him all inside, a breath of relief left you.
He was still pressed closely to your chest, holding you tightly and squeezing your hips as if you'd disappear should he let go. And his grip became tighter once you started moving. Sanji felt like he'd lose his mind by how tight, wet and warm your walls were, pulsating and squeezing around him and greedily sucking him in.
"Father...please." Your voice was so weak as if the wind was knocked out of you, leaving you gasping and craving for more. He groaned and tried to meet your hips with his, thrusting up into your cunt in chase of the pleasure engulfing him whole.
"Fuck, you feel so good my sweet." He was quickly losing himself in you. Breathing in your scent and feeling it fill up his lungs, it was almost as if his mind was spiralling into insanity.
"Call me by my name...Let me hear you say it." You could barely register what he was asking of you, too drunk on the feeling of the man you've been craving for so long finally giving you what you've been wanting.
"Sanji, please don't stop." A shameless whine interrupted you. You couldn't form coherent thoughts anymore. All you could think about was him and how good he was making you feel.
He just kissed your forehead and began fucking into you harder, hitting that special spot deep inside you every time. He knew you were close by the way you tightened so much around him, it was evident.
"I know darling, 'm close too. Fuck- Been dreaming about this pussy for months. Been dreaming of filling it up to the brim with my cum. Is that what you want love? For me to paint your insides white?"
All you could do was throw your head back and moan like an animal in heat, desperately moving your hips to chase that high.
"Use your words, sweetness. Tell me you want it." He didn't falter in his movements, keeping up the brutal pace and abusing your cunt, set on hearing you.
You locked your eyes with his, barely able to keep them open. "Want your cum Sanji, please give it to me. Want you to fill me up." He groaned, hearing you barely get out the words, too focused on the pleasure he was giving you.
"Since you asked so nicely, you better take it all." You could feel your eyes roll to the back of your head as you tipped over the edge, his words alone making you lose your mind. You moaned out his name again and again, like a prayer and he felt that knot finally snap.
With a final thrust of his hips, Sanji came, spilling deep inside you, painting your walls white. You felt your insides warm up as you milked him of every last drop until he was spent.
With both of you panting, he gripped your face with one hand to make you face him again and asked. "What do you say now?"
"Thank you, Father."
#18+ mdni#priest sanji#priest sanji x reader#priest kink#x reader#one piece x reader#one piece sanji#one piece sanji x reader#sanji x reader#sanji x you#black leg sanji#sanji smut#sanji x reader smut#letting the voices win#awooga#deranged melody hours#idk what im doin lol#what is this
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Wanted to share this wip with you guys too, not sure if tumblr likes wips but we will see
#art#staticwither art#artist#digital art#save rottmnt#rise of the tmnt#doodle#rottmnt#artwork#idk what im doin lol
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Pick yours
#potc#james norrington#pirates of the caribbean#elizabeth swann#hector barbossa#will turner#william turner#jack sparrow#cutler beckett#lord beckett#scruffington#idk what im doin lol
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do you know he wears eyeliner sometimes
#not in this picture its just a fun fact#idk what im doin lol#i am trying to draw a new style and i am sitting like a shrimp#i am imploding#i am forgetting how to do art#how do people paint#i was supposed to do all four lol#wayhaven#art tag#how do you tag someone with no given last name??#mason wayhaven#i guess
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"Can I pet the good boy?"
#art#dead by daylight#fanart#dbd fanart#ghostfrank#dbd ghostface#danny johnson#danny johnson is a florida man#dbd legion#dbd frank#frank morrison#ghostface x frank#ghostface#idk what im doin lol#the return of danny jr.#pet alligator#florida man
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I just like the idea of them interacting
#cynonari#haikaveh#kavehtham#genshin#genshin comic#genshin fanart#shipping things#au#idk what im doin lol
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I love how my artstyle changes every 5 minutes /jk I hate it
#eddsworld#tom eddsworld#tord eddsworld#tomtord#eddsworld fanart#future tom#red leader#wtfuture#tom x tord#idk what im doin lol
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I woke up surrounded, eyes like frozen planets
Just orbiting the vacuum I am
#sleep token#art#vessel#sleep token worship#sleep token iii#take me back to eden#sleep token ii#sleep token iv#this place will become your tomb#digital art#idk what im doin lol
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Kinda old drawing of my JD oc Sammy Prob will redo him soon again as my style is always changing 😭
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I found this Tangled the Series x Avatar the Last Airbender x She-ra and the Princesses of Power Crossover AU lore (I don't know if it's lore, exactly) saved in my Google Keep. I honestly don't feel like writing a whole story with this but I still feel like sharing this soooo....
The world will mostly be ATLA, but it will have the Sundrop and Moonstone lore mixed into it.
Maybe during the hundred year war, I can have Sun Warriors guard and keep the Sundrop (Rapunzel) safe, while the Brotherhood keeps the Moonstone (Varian) safe/in control.
If an injured Firebender is healed by the Sundrop, it gives the healed Firebender the same fire power as during Sozin's Comet. It's the reason why the Fire Nation is searching for the Sundrop.
Moonstone rocks are indestructable, like in the actual Tangled show. The Moonstone can also cause benders to gradually lose their bending if it somehow gets into open wounds, like an infection. The Moonstone has the potential to slowly kill benders.
-Water benders have a higher chance of surviving, but can still gradually lose their bending after a few weeks.
-Earthbenders (also Airbenders but they're all dead except Aang) have a lower chance of surviving. They can lose their bending and sometimes their life to the infection after a few weeks.
-Firebenders will inevitably lose their bending AND their life within a couple of days if infected. This is the reason why the Fire Nation would also be hunting down both the Moonstone and the Sundrop. To destroy one and to steal the other.
-The Moonstone Infection has no effect against non-benders. The rocks are still physically sharp and dangerous to them though...
-If the Moonstone infects the Avatar, it will kill the Avatar AND destroy the Avatar Cycle. So yeah... scary shit.
Varian and Hugo worked together and invented Moonstone Powder. The powder can be used like smoke bombs and can also hinder bender's abilities temporarily without potentially killing them.
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Now let's add in She-ra, shall we? 😅
But instead of She-ra, Adora is going to be named "The Crimson Pheonix". She would have the ability to destroy the Moonstone with her sword. The Fire Nation has taught her that defeating and destroying the Moonstone holder (which is Varian) is her destiny.
#avatar the last airbender#she ra and the princesses of power#tangled the series#atla#spop#tts#spop adora#tts rapunzel#tts varian#rapunzel#varian#adora#lore#this is kinda dumb#I'm just trying to find a way for Zuko Catra and Varian to be friends by merging their worlds together#idk what im doin lol#varian and the seven kingdoms#vat7k#vat7k hugo#hugo
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tori drawings, ill start posting on tumblr moreee 😋😋
#ellsworld#ellsworld fanart#ellsworld tori#ew tori#ew fanart#tori ew#tori ellsworld#procreate#digital art#idk what im doin lol#super sonico#saloonatics#hehehe
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The Barbie Movie and Chris McCandless
The Barbie Movie and Chris McCandless
*Note: In reference to Into The Wild, I reference the story and Chris McCanless with the reverence of a fictional character, simply living in the story and that is all. Chris, the character in a book. I have nothing but deep respect for Chris, the real man, and his loved ones.
I don’t know anyone who didn’t love the Barbie movie. Every woman in my life (not including my mother) raved about it. Teachers, friends, vague acquaintances I follow on instagram. How much it made them cry, how accurate, how personal, how totally and utterly perfect the movie was. I had high hopes going in, fully dressed in all the pink I could scrounge out of my closet. Expecting to watch a movie that would make me cry, sob, feel seen and feel understood- I left the theater feeling… none of those things. If anything, I was a little discontented and I needed to pee. On the way back home, me and my mother tried to decipher why exactly we both failed to experience the same world-altering-life-changing-film experience we heard our peers sing praises for.
The book Into The Wild by Jon Krakauer was a part of my AP Lang classes required reading this year. A nonfiction recollection of the life and death of Chris McCandless. McCandless grew up in Annandale, Virginia where his father worked as an antenna specialist for NASA. After graduating from Emory University he donated all his money and decided to become a traveler/hermit/hitchhiker of sorts- rejecting worldly things like money, objects, deep connections with others, and any contact with his family. On one of his stints, McCandless travels through Rural Alaska for months and dies after running out of food and consuming a poisonous plant. This is an arguably reductive summary, you can find the full wikipedia pages for the book and Chris’s story here and here. Throughout reading this book, my class had several discussions about McCandless and the book Into The Wild. What could have driven McCandless to do what he did? Did he have a death wish, going into the Alaskan wilderness with no survival training and knowledge, frighteningly low amounts of food, and no gear? Were his actions justified? Do we relate to his decisions, his actions? Some people argue McCandless was simply a free spirit, that his rejections of the material in favor for the individual and intangible were ones we should strive for. Others are confused with his choice to totally desert his family, to the point where McCandless’s mother sent a private investigator to look for her son upon his supposed disappearance. Some felt he was sort of naive or unintelligent, going into the woods in the dead of winter utterly unprepared. While my peers gingerly gave their takes on their sympathies and gripes with McCandlesses story and McCandless himself I found myself feeling a similar feeling from earlier that summer. A sort of wall, a barrier. I found myself fully unable to sympathize with McCandless, totally and utterly.
Why? What is it about McCandlesses story that makes it so difficult for me to resonate with? The answer here is, at its core, the same reason I found myself discontented with the Barbie movie. With regards to McCandless, a few notes are vital. Chris McCandless was white, very upper-middle class, immensely privileged and fourtenate, wealthy, and educated. Still, he rejected all his fortune and privilege for a life in the woods. Rejecting his family, loved ones, friends, and anyone who cared for him. As someone who has very different values (developed through my identity in a Pakistani and Muslim home/ as a Pakistani Muslim person) , herein lies my hangup. I find it nearly impossible to understand or sympathize with someone so steeped in privilege, only to pretend it doesn’t exist. His rejection of family, immense wealth, and deep privilege in nearly all aspects of life. Now, that is by no means Chris’s fault- failing to acknowledge or understand his privilege and its complexities. He was 20 something in the 90’s and read Tolstoy in the woods! I don’t expect him to know the first thing about race or privilege. But there are some things that irrevocably make it difficult for me to truly, really truly, sympathize with his story. Someone a few prongs up on the privilege ladder might take more of his story to heart, understand it more, be able to see his story for just and only that, his story. I am in a position to see the bigger picture, this story I’m the context of larger things. I am unable to sympathize with his story due to factors outside of both of our control. This doesn’t mean either of us are at fault, and it doesn't mean I should be expected to change how I feel to suit his story. I have no inclination to change how I feel about McCandlesses story or his choices. Some might argue I should get a heart and try to understand what he went through. And I’m not saying I feel gleeful or joyous at his demise, not in the slightest. It is just that I, as someone a few prongs lower on the privilege ladder, shouldn’t be expected to be more sympathetic to someone who’s values and choices are both a) only able to of happened as a result of his privilege and b) miles away from what I value as important in this life.
Back to Barbie. Barbie is not the story of womanhood. It does not encapsulate what it means to be a woman. It may encapsulate what it means to be a white woman, but not a woman. Barbie treats whiteness as the default. A white woman is a woman and that is all, a brown woman is a woman and she is brown- a woman and then some. It's not anyone’s fault that I failed to understand Barbie. But Barbie tells the story of a white woman, which is different from a brown woman- not a basis for all womanhood. White womanhood is not the default, despite it being treated as such within the film. This innate feature, (unintentionally) driven to the core of the story, keeps me from understanding. And I should not be expected to look past my brownness, remove it from myself (or all the other things that make my girl-ness different from Barbie) to placate some sort of understanding- because all the things that make me myself are inseparable from each other, you cannot separate me from myself like a heterogenous mixture of traits, concepts, identities, and ideas. In the case of Barbie and McCanless, I find myself unable to truly understand their stories thanks to innate and unchanging factors on both sides- at the fault of neither.
#essay#personal essay#barbie#barbie movie#greta gerwig#margot robbie#chris mccandless#into the wild#reading#first post#firstessay#idk what im doin lol#workingonwritingskillsstill#still practicing#getting better#constructive critism welcome#pakistan#muslim#womanhood
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I think i can call myself damien's number 1 simp in this fandom
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Hi I was wondering if you could write a Donnie x reader where he kinda stalks her but tries to keep her from finding out, buuut then she finds out and instead of thinking he’s a creep, he finds out she’s been stalking him back too without him knowing? He’d be so confused on how he didn’t know lol, maybe she could be a super quiet cat mutant who blends in with the shadows, that’d be cool
holy crap so like- a fem! anthrocat! reader? totally!!
STALKER! DONNIE X FEM! ANTHROCAT! READER!
NOTES/WARNINGS I love this idea tbh lol. gonna try to write more and finish the Mike+alters stuff soon I promise qwq. also gonna try to get back to the requests! :3 warnings for stalking ofc lol
When he first saw you, something about you caught his attention. He didn't know what it was, but you acted a bit different from other humans.
after another battle with (insert random enemy here) he told his brothers he had to go do... something. he didn't elaborate when they asked him what, he just said it was urgent.
from that day forward he's been stalking you, and has known about what made him think you acted a bit different, you weren't human either, you were like him! ...sorta.
you weren't a turtle, but a... cat?
he thought it was kinda cool! he didn't know there were others like him and his brothers! well- except for their adoptive dad.
After a while of stalking, he soon not only thought you were cool, he also.. fell for you?
Yup, he quickly fell in love with you, but he just couldn't keep it to himself! so one day, he cornered you in an alleyway to try his best to explain the situation.
when he found out it was a similar story for you, to say he was shocked is a bit of an understatement.
"What? how did I not notice?" "maybe you just aren't as smart as you think you are."
..." Did you just question my intelligence?" "I believe so."
sorry if it wasn't exactly what you wanted lol :,3
#tmnt 2012#tmnt 2012 x reader#donnie tmnt#donnie tmnt x reader#i tried#idk what im doin lol#headcanon#x reader#x reader headcanons
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saint
“i got to see you live for more
you said it before
you wish i’d seen
the saint you were before
your skins a flag that shines for us all
you said it before
that brown that shines
and lights your darkest thoughts”
i’d wish i met you before you lost your bed
before you bounced homes, before you had to stay the night in an airport
before you moved
i wish we could’ve gone to coney island before,
i wish you prioritized sobriety
i think that’s why i’m so scared, is because it could’ve been so simple
but there’s strings attached to what i wanted to slowly blossom
who am i to set a speed to this? i remind myself it’s temporary, that your life wasn’t always like this so it won’t stay like this
it does little to ease my nerves
“spreading all my love for you
you never tell me all that you do
quiet when it’s done
will you ever run?”
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