#unrestrictedly

[opiote]

I just made dinner and it was an only-vegetable stir fry do you guys think that will fix me

[chamerionwrites]

Also while I am on the subject of lady spies, and as part of an ongoing attempt to sneakily entice people to listen to Friends At The Table, I would simply like to say: Crysanth Kesh

[s17s17]

Trying to watch Legend of The Seeker is so distracting because like, where do they dredge up all these heinously attractive people?? What's the infinite source?

[anantaru]

GENSHIN + FONTAINE NEEDS IT BAD

— ꒰ including ꒱ — neuvillette, wriothesley, lyney, clorinde x fem! reader

— ꒰ warnings ꒱ — [ex]plicit, fem! reader, rough, teasing owowow, cockwarming, oral (fem! receiving) + oral! (male! receiving), prone bone

— ꒰ NEUVILLETTE ꒱ + cockwarming

neuvillette was a versatile individual, so .. lets assume— you wanted to try out new things? perhaps, let him dominate you until you're writhing in your sheets, stuffed to the hilt with his cock?

or maybe— just maybe, you craved to cockwarm him while he's occupied with numerous, important work tasks, yet best believe he will take it one hundred percent serious, his fingers gripping against the flesh of your ass until they're turning white because of the pure strength put behind them.

essentially, when you say something, he does it, point. blank.

but be convinced that he will give it his all, just for you, just so he can see your pretty face while you're not moving an inch on top of him, because that’s it— now, neuvillette has to edge himself on to not cum inside, well, how fucking hilarious that he doesn't even need to run his cock inside your sore walls to near an orgasm, he can just have it buried deep in your soft pussy, bright lust coursing through his veins, sweat dripping from his forehead in doltish globules, arousal from your ruined cunt dirtying his slacks, but it's so worth it, and it's so wet and soft when you frantically throb around his erection, if only he could actually concentrate on his work load now.

— ꒰ WRIOTHESLEY ꒱ + prone bone

wriothesley was taunting you, his breath hot against your trembling shoulders, and he was fiercely alluring in his ethereal mannerism—but even a strong, well-built man such as him melts immediately whenever the moments of intimacy were delicate beneath the contour of his body, materialized in a light assemblage of lust. 

he connects your bodies quickly, his large hands falling down against your back as you're perking your ass up, feeling how your juices were slowly soaking his cock— a reaction he should have gotten used by now but if he was being honest with himself, he could never get used to it, not even a little.

unrestrictedly intoxicating on how fucking good and tight it felt whenever you clench your cunt on him, not to mention in a position like that, you're all the more tighter and sore, and he feels you better as he becomes more sensitive himself.

you squish your face against the pillow now, saliva pooling down the splits of your lips as you moan wetly over each sharp thrust of his, desperately panting when you clench down again at him, giving it your all, and he's so big, it's crazy, you're shaking all over as your toes curl inwards at the impact of his skin contracts and smacks on your own, wrapping your arms around the tear-soaked pillow to brace yourself and receive his tasty blows.

— ꒰ LYNEY ꒱ + blowjob

there’s not a single doubt that hearing your handsome boyfriend lyney moan your name in a transparent reaction of what you did to him, was mouth watering— because of how you're letting him roll his hips into your mouth till he's hitting your throat, it's quite surreal, indescribable.

"mmh, you feel so good", lyney litters his hands over your head to guide you, smirking brightly, barely parting from your honeyed mouth, burning desire trickling into his blood at a dangerous instance when you plant one palm against his shaft, drawing him out of your mouth almost entirely but keeping the tip in as you fist his length while hollowing your cheeks at the tip.  

he really wants it so badly right now, his day had mostly been utterly strenuous and demanding, and with that being said— let alone fucking you was making him throb in your mouth, fantasizing about the warmth he would taste later—the little tightness of your pussy swallowing him and gushing of his cum.

archons, lyney believes he's cumming already, and you only just had started pushing him back into your mouth, lips stretching over his pink tip as your sneaky tongue rolls over his dick, spreading the wetness while he's humping your mouth faster, closer to his climax, rolling his hips until he simply cannot take it anymore, it's futile and he was aware of that, throwing his head back as you bring him to a mind-numbing orgasm.

— ꒰ CLORINDE ꒱ + face sitting

every whimper that bubbles wetly from clorinde's pretty lips, in combination with her eyes rolling in the back of her head— you can feel it on your cunt as you're riding her tongue without a single edge of going slow, because speaking frankly— she needs you to be rough with her.

clorinde wouldn't pull you away to even breathe a little either, she keeps you strongly peeled on her famished, craving mouth, and it's utterly mesmerizing to see her that way, especially with her kitty licking flicks on your clit, the roughened rounds of her tongue on your addictive little core that she clearly cannot get enough of, even if she tried.

you're so tasty, and it hurts, yes, it aches when you aren't riding her face properly.

just to feel your hips twitch under her palms, she would do anything, keeping you drawn to her mouth as you're holding onto the wooden headboard, throwing your head back as you're wiggling your hips, writhing and licking your parted lips when you're holding her by her silken hair, practically grinding her face over your wet pussy and receiving her guttural moans like rough blows on your core.

you're cantering down your hips to meet the thrust of her sloppy tongue in and out of you as she's precisely targetting your dripping hole, swallowing down your gooey slick as it wraps around the tip of her wet muscle like a vice, barely parting from your sweetened taste— continuing to languidly stroke your insides and pressing up against the sore, bubbling spots where the last destination was harboring, one before you're releasing all on her face.

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[roselatteswrites]

honey, i laugh when it sinks in | steve harrington x reader

summary: overcome by her love for steve, reader confesses something monumental.

tags/warnings: smut (18+, mdni!), breeding kink!!!, established relationship, vaginal sex/fingering, unprotected sex, creampie, nipple play, fem!reader

word count: 0.6k

a/n: regular text size and capitalization under the cut.

cross-posted on ao3

“Fuck–” you moaned as Steve slipped his cock through your folds. He had been teasing you for at least an hour, lapping at you slowly like he had all the time in the world, tweaking at your nipples in the way that only he knew how to do.

“Steve, please,” you pleaded, “stop teasing.” He let out a small chuckle at that, now rubbing his tip on your clit.

“Love when you beg for me, honey.” His next move caught you off guard as he slipped into you with no warning. Your breath hitched at the feeling, at the fullness, and your eyebrows knit together.

He set a slow pace, getting you accustomed to his length, but you wanted more. You tightened your hold on his back, bringing him closer to you.

“Faster, baby.” You moaned wantonly, but rather than doing as you wished, he stopped.

“Where’s that magic word, pretty girl?” You rolled your eyes, amused at his persistence that you use your manners.

“Please, Steve–” and with that, he slammed back into you, now setting the most unrelenting pace. He was hitting your g-spot so well that you were seeing stars and you could have sworn you felt him in your guts.

Almost as if he could read your mind, Steve looked down, pressing his hand on your abdomen.

“Filling you up so well, aren’t I?” He smirked, knowing the effect he had on you. He pressed harder and you let out a loud moan at the stimulation.

In that moment, you looked at him, really looked at him. His chestnut locks fell just perfectly, tiny beads of sweat forming on his forehead. He looked perfect, angelic. Your heart felt full in a way you’d yet to experience, and before you could even process your thoughts, you spoke unrestrictedly.

“Want your babies, Stevie.” His hips stuttered, breaking the pace he had set for a moment, before picking back up.

“That true?” He questioned, and you nodded hesitantly. “Want me to fill you up ‘til you’re round, baby?” At that, he stroked your stomach with the hand that was still pressed there. You moaned, feeling that familiar pressure starting to build at his words.

“Answer me.” He demanded, hand slipping down until his thumb found your clit.

“Want you to fuck me full, Stevie.” You replied, and he started to rub small circles into your bud. You could feel him approaching his peak as well, as his pace had become more erratic.

“Gonna fill you up so good, baby, I promise.” Even as you were both coming undone, he found the chance to be tender with you, tucking your hair back so he could see you properly.

“Wanna–ugh­–wanna cum, Stevie,” you panted, “please can I cum?” His eyes rolled back at your words. He couldn’t believe you were underneath him like this, begging for him. His thumb sped up on your clit and he somehow found a way to thrust into you even deeper.

“Yes, baby, gonna cum with you.” And with that, you felt that release you were yearning for. At the same time, Steve’s hips stuttered to a halt. He filled you to the brim, just as he said he would, and you felt him flooding you.

He collapsed over you, pressing his forehead against yours. You stayed there together for a bit, basking in the aftermath of what had just transpired.

“You serious about that?” He asked, somewhat gingerly now. You nodded, a bit shy as well at this point, and he kissed you tenderly.

“Gonna pull out now, okay?” You immediately felt empty at the loss, but the feeling was short-lived as his fingers replaced his cock. He pushed his cum back into you, lifting his fingers to your mouth for you to clean them off. You did so happily, moaning at the taste of him.

“Put your legs up for me, hon’,” he spoke quietly, “gotta make sure it sticks, right?”

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[random-xpressions]

Never see love as obligation, let it flow freely straight out of your heart. Nor compel a soul to love you, for that will sound like your love was a favour and you're now demanding that it be paid in return. How far have we tarried away from the vast expanse of love to the limited confines of our minds, finding even reasons to love someone and excuses not to love someone. Love simply doesn't work that way, my friend. It is too divine to be contained in your box typed dimensions - too narrow, with corners and edges. Love is like the morning breeze that arrives out of nowhere. You'll feel it, playing with your hair, caressing your face, running between your fingers. But you'll never know from which direction it comes and to which direction it heads. All you know is that the experience is real, when the cool heavenly breeze arrives, you'll know and you'll feel it, permeating beyond your skin, a feeling you can't deny. But alas for us humans, we tend to shrink the size of anything that gets into our hands. We tend to adulterate something as pure as love when it arrives at our doors. We rush to give it a name. We rush to bind it with a contract and a thousand terms and conditions. We narrow it down to a single point and hang the entire ocean of love on a single thread which can be cut loose even by the feeble sharpness of a pin. What was supposed to pull us out from the confines and the limits of this world, the very phenomenon that came to liberate us from our shackles and fetters, we chain that very saviour. We point our finger to a certain direction whereas it is encompassing, in that it is everywhere. Love, my friend, isn't something that could be contained, it is here to deliver us from our own pain. Yet here we are, as miserable as God's most miserable creation, strangling our own necks with the very rope which was handed down straight to us down to earth to lift us to heaven, here we are, tying us up ourselves, binding us to one another. Love, dear heart, must be born of the heart and given freely of it, unrestrictedly. The day you seek it from any other place or the day you try to limit its scope is the day you've actually butchered it...

Random Xpressions

[abdullahblogsposts]

Were it not for my monthly salary… Were it not for so and so… Were it not for the rain…

Allāh said: “And most of them do not believe in Allāh except that they are mûshrîkūn.”

Ibn ‘Abbās رضي الله عنه said: “Indeed, one of you will commit shirk until he commits shirk with his dog (by saying): ‘Were it not for the (guard) dog, we would have been robbed tonight.’”

The Prophet صلى الله عليه وسلم said: “Shirk is more discrete between you than the movement of an ant.” Then, he صلى الله عليه وسلم said: “Shall I not guide you to that which will remove the large and small (traces of shirk) from you? Say: ‘O’ Allāh, I seek Your refuge from committing shirk with you while I know and I seek Your forgiveness from that which I do not know.’”

———————-

Important to note this is referncing minor shirk and not major shirk as long as one doesn’t believe the thing he is crediting to their protection or help or whatever was actually capable of doing what it did without Allāh’s will.

And this narration of Ibn ‘Abbās’s in explaining this verse is a good refutation of the Mâdkhâlīs. Since they claim Ibn ‘Abbās’s explanation of “kufr dūnâ kufr” is unrestricted for the verses of hûkm to mean minor disbelief they must use this explanation by Ibn ‘Abbās unrestrictedly as well and consider it as unrestrictedly major shirk for whoever says “were it not for xyz…”

Of course, as we mentioned the scholars said it is minor shirk but the point is to prove the double standards of the Mâdkhâlīs, may Allāh curse them.

لولا الراتب الشهري لـ.. لولا فلان لـ.. لولا المطر لـ..قال الله تعالى:{وَمَا يُؤْمِنُ أَكْثَرُهُم بِاللَّهِ إِلَّا وَهُم مُّشْرِكُونَ}

قال اﺑﻦ ﻋﺒﺎﺱ رضي اللّٰه عنه:

ﺇﻥ ﺃﺣﺪﻫﻢ ﻳﺸﺮﻙ ﺣﺘﻰ ﻳﺸﺮﻙ ﺑﻜﻠﺒﻪ، فيقول: ﻟﻮﻻ اﻟﻜﻠﺐ ﻟﺴﺮﻗﻨﺎ اﻟﻠﻴﻠﺔ.

قال رسول الله صلى الله عليه وسلم: الشرك أخفى فيكم من دبيب النمل، ثم قال: ألا أدلكم على ما يذهب عنك صغير ذلك وكبيره؟ قل: اللهم إني أعوذ بك أن أشرك بك وأنا أعلم، وأستغفرك مما لا أعلم.

[the-cookie-of-doom]

When Chay and Kim get back together in the 24/7 AU, Chay expects things to go back to how they were before, and is surprised when they don't. The whole point is that Kim wanted a lover, but didn't want to let anyone close. So he maintained this distance between them, using the D/S dynamic to do it. But now he doesn't need to, anymore. Chay can be on equal footing with him in this relationship. And sure, a little bit of that shone through towards the end, because Kim couldn't help himself, he was falling in love, and that distance became harder and harder to maintain (which made it easier to convince himself to cut Chay off entirely after the RevealTM).

Chay is not at all prepared for a completely, unrestrictedly in love Kim

[heartintact]

✧ closed starter for the one and only @thursdaygrl.

From an outsider’s perspective, the image had to be cheerful, celebratory, even. The table was adorned by a good number of empty glasses and a few half-full ones, and laughter had bloomed easily while listening to anecdotes about how hard it’d been to secure the rights to the script that, today, had officially been green-lit. It was thrilling to get to see how it worked from the inside; however, Sylvia couldn’t trick herself into thinking there wasn’t a massive element of performativity to it all; she had spent the night trying to fight the urge to roll her eyes at River’s comments, barely avoiding scoffing whenever they said something that stole their boss’ attention. The blonde had managed to be pleasant and entertaining, or that’s what she wanted to believe—doing her best to earn a future invitation again; yet, her true nature only shone unrestrictedly once Vivianne said her goodbye, promising to keep the tab open under the company’s card because it’d just been that kind of day. The smile on her face didn't drop; it just turned sharper. “So, is that your go-to strategy? Suckin’ up to her during drinks and hope that’d win her over?” It was a textbook moment of a pot calling the kettle black, but Sylvia didn’t care about it. Giving a shit about coherency in her accusations was the kind of thing she could’ve done three drinks ago. “That’s kinda basic, River. Thought you’d be a better contender than that.”

[a-ripened-prema-mango]

We are all a servant of someone.

A servant of our parents; our siblings; pets.

A servant of our partners; our friends.

A servant of our teachers; classmates.

A servant of our bosses; co-workers.

A servant of our plants.

A servant of our senses and mind's demands... the urges are endless if we don't have awareness or control.

We get so much pleasure from serving others or even ourselves but that pleasure is fleeting.

We might not get the kind of reciprocation we're expecting from others and become totally depressed or upset.

We might not be able to actually give ourselves what we want because it

What would it mean to be a servant of Radha and Krsna?

sarvopādhi-vinirmuktaṁ tat-paratvena nirmalam hṛṣīkeṇa hṛṣīkeśa- sevanaṁ bhaktir ucyate

“ ‘Bhakti, or devotional service, means engaging all our senses in the service of the Lord, the Supreme Personality of Godhead, the master of all the senses. When the spirit soul renders service unto the Supreme, there are two side effects. One is freed from all material designations, and one’s senses are purified simply by being employed in the service of the Lord.’

Caitanya Caritamrta Madhya lila 19.170

When we become servants of Radha and Krsna, we begin to remember our real Selves. We remember our real identity.

If we're thoughtful, we might question, "who am I? why am I here? what is my purpose?"

The Bhagavad-Gita As It Is offers the answers to these questions and allows us.

We are hankering and grasping in so many different directions trying to come up with the answers in so many ways through our mental speculation and follow whatever makes up "feel good and right". Yet are still left with so much mystery.

The Bhagavad-Gita has told me who I am - an eternal spiritual, perfect and complete, full of knowledge and bliss, part and parcel and eternal servant of the Supreme Lord.

My ultimate purpose - Offer every thought, word and deed to the Supreme Lord through loving, devotional service.

Why am I here? Because I desired to enjoy in such a way that I could be the center instead of God. But that isn't our eternal position. Our eternal position is to be in love with God and serving Him and loving His servants and devotees and serving them as well.

Having these bodies that are temporary and due for disease and death is a result of envy of the Lord and wanting to try to be the center and enjoy life unrestrictedly.

The Bhagavad-Gita offers us guidance on how this world and the influences of goodness, passion, and ignorance and how to navigate through different obstacles of this world so that we can ulitmately return to being eternal and blissful again.

By giving, we grow.

By serving, our love spreads beyond us.

Being humble and not trying to be the center and identifying as a servant of the Lord allows us the grace to achieve things we never thought were even humanly possible.

Thanks for reading.

Hare Krsna (:

your servant,

Radha-Sthali dasi

[smolaltgurl]

Having a favourite person who is emotionally unavailable is hard. The more i show my love and obsession towards them, the more they feel the need to distance themselves. Why can‘t i just love them unrestrictedly? Why do i feel the need to pretend they don’t mean as much to me?

[ms-hells-bells]

i have to be honest, i'm having some complicated feelings at the moment, i'm quite perturbed, so i'm just open journaling, this doesn't really have a firm point or conclusion, just getting my thoughts out there.

it is a little frustrating and aggravating when i encounter accounts that hide their age for a variety of reasons. but i think it's a complex matter (helpful adults that want to avoid inappropriate interactions with minors vs malicious adults who seek minors to inappropriately interact with, etc.), and that's not what i want to talk about. this site is 13+. there are many kids on here. i was on here from 14. so, the mix of grown adults and very adult subjects and online responsibilities/consequences with....children can create uncomfortable circumstances regarding discussion and content re; violence, sex, and power imbalance [between child and adult users].

i am not eager to have such interactions (involving topics and content seen as explicit, mature, adult, violent, sexual, etc.) with minors because i am not a grooming man. and i think normalising it, even in a benign, attempt to be supportive manner can potentially create a vulnerability for the malignant 'you are mature for your age' men because a lot of these girls ARE very mature in terms of the way they speak, and the knowledge they have which other generations before them didn't have at their age before the internet. but that doesn't equal psychological and physiological maturity, and it doesn't mean being exposed so unrestrictedly to so much complex, adult topics and media when you've just started puberty is mentally healthy. as i've said, i was massively negatively impacted by being on here for much of my teen years, and most women i speak to on here or elsewhere say the same, we all have stories of grooming, inappropriate interactions, harassment, bullying, mental health degeneration, etc.

it's a difficult topic, and i don't think i have an answer, because teen girls deserve support and knowledge from older women, and there does need to be that transition from childhood to adulthood, including more maturity and social responsibility and involvement in discussions such as radical feminism in detail, but yeah. so, the most i can do is try not to actively interact with teens. i can't stop them from following me (that 'don't follow if you're a minor' does nothing lol), but i hope that we can encourage and teach taking breaks, avoiding direct conflict that leads to online harassment and abuse by other groups (or even within infighting here), focusing on school and irl hobbies and friends, and reminding them that they should have these discussions with themselves about what is healthy, and consider what exposure to which online content helps or hurts their mental health, personal relationships, natural development, etc.

that's all i want to say. if you are under 18, you are not stupid, you are not a baby, you are not sitting at the kiddie table. but you are also not an adult, and as women very aware of the damage done to our own selves by being exposed to so much when we were your age, we do very much care, and just want a balance between power of knowledge and having a normal, healthy adolescent development BECAUSE we respect you.

[pvregold]

         ✦         AUDRE  HÉRITIER         ›        affable  yet  impertinent  forty - one  year  old  cybernetics  specialist  who  goes  by  she  +  they  pronouns  and  is  always  toying  with  an  unknown  device  between  fitful  fingers.  born  in  sol  city,  often  can  be  seen  walking  through  her  section  with  a  playful  smirk  perched  on  her  countenance,  highly  focused  behind  a  too - bright  screen,  or  lighting  up  a  new  cigarette  despite  having  an  unfinished  one  in  her  usual  ashtray.  resourceful  by  nature  and  nurture,  but  heedless  as  a  hyperactive  child,  audre  deeply  enjoys  the  stinging  taste  of  scotch  against  their  tongue  when  nights  become  too  long  ;  the  faint  smell  of  sweat  and  lime  that  emanates  from  their  skin  after  a  successful  run  &  the  growl  of  annoyance  they  ignite  in  someone  they’ve  managed  to  annoy.  chaotic  good,  sagittarius  sun  &  dancing  enthusiast,  audre  identifies  herself  as  a  lesbian  demi - woman,  has  the  terrible  habit  of  biting  their  knuckles  when  they  have  to  wait  for  something  or  sometimes,  the  impatient  simmering  inside  barely  tolerable,  and  loves  nothing  more  than  the  smell  of  her  mother’s  cooking.

*   LINKS .         threads.     tag.     wanted  connections.     pinterest.     ©.

*       ONE     ,       BASICS  .

full  name :     audre  etta  héritier.         nicknames :     dree,  ettie  ( mother’s rights only ).         age  +  dob :     forty1  +  december  17th.         hometown :     sol city.         gender  +  pronouns :     demi - woman  +  she / they.         orientation :     lesbian.         species :     human.         occupation :     cybernetics  specialist.         sector :     seven.         affiliation :     none.

*       TWO     ,       PERSONALITY  TRAITS  .

positive  traits :     resourceful,   efficient,   affable.         neutral  traits :     independent,   discerning,   logical.         negative  traits :     impertinent,   argumentative,   heedless.         zodiac’s  main  three :     sagittarius sun,   aquarius  moon,   aries  rising.         moral  alignment :     chaotic  good.         temperament :     sanguine.

*       THREE     ,       A  BRIEF  TALE  .

               it  was  cruel,  leaving  you  adrift  at  the  hospital  only  hours  after  you  were  born,  yet  it  never  mattered  to  you  (  at  least,  not  enough  to  spare  it  a  second  thought  )   —   the  world  surrounding  you  was  too  dangerous,  too  devastated  to  care  about  those  who  brought  you  into  this  life  and  left  you  behind  to  survive  how  you  could.                and  survive  you  did,  unstoppable,  solid  as  a  concrete tower .                you  didn’t  know  about  parents,  but  you  knew  about  love.  it  came  unrestrictedly  from  the  woman  who  took  you  in,  a  nurse  at  the  hospital  that  always  wanted  a  child  yet  never  got  the  chance  to  have  one.  until  you.  you  grew  up  loved  and  pampered  and  chaotic,  and  in  the  freedom  handed  to  you,  you  found  your  passion  for  electronics  and  cybernetics.  the  word  genius  didn’t  take  long  to  surround  you,  but  you  never  paid  much  attention  to  it   —   as  long  as  you  were  allowed  to  do  what  you  loved,  as  long  as  your  mother  was�� safe  and  you  were  out  of  trouble  despite  your  heedless  nature,  everything  else  was  irrelevant.

*       FOUR     ,       ESSENTIALS  +  HEADCANONS  .

(  !  )   CW   :     ABANDONMENT,  SMOKING,  FOOD,  KNIFE  MENTION.

i.   adopted  by  someone  who  yearned  so  terribly  for  a  child  made  the  word  no  a  very  scarce  one  in  her  reality,  she  was  a  very  energetic,  reckless,  yet  despite  her  shenanigans,  little  to  none  of  them  were  ever  serious  or  harmful. ii.   they  knew  from  the  very  beginning  that  the  one  raising  them  wasn’t  their  mother,  however,  the  name  slipped  from  them  enough  times  to  stick  and  that’s  what  audre  calls  them  until  this  day.  to  everyone  concerned,  she  is  their  mother. iii.   they  don’t  read  too  often,  their  attention  span  too  narrow  to  truly  enjoy  it.  however,  when  they  do,  they  do  it  to  learn  about  the  old  world.  their  favorite  thing  about  that  time  was  dogs  and  the  relationship  they  had  with  humans. iv.   it  was  her  curious  nature  that  led  her  to  discover  her  love  for  science  —  she  was  thirteen  the  first  time  she  came  upon  and  managed  to  repair  an  old  device. v.   they’re  a  skilled  knife  thrower.  they  gained  the  ability  thanks  to  a  paranoid  scavenger  ex-girlfriend  who  worried  too  much  about  their  incapacity  to  defend  themself  physically. vi.   she’s  a  great  cook  and  loves  doing  it  for  others.  it  is,  most  of  the  time,  the  way  she  has  to  show  love  and  take  care  of  people.  she  deeply  believes  a  full  stomach  can  cure  any  maladies. vii.   sadly,  they  smoke  a  lot.  they’re  not  a  big  drinker,  but  they  are  an  enthusiastic  smoker.  their  ashtray  is  often  filled  with  half - consumed  cigarettes,  though,  because  their  terrible  attention  span  hardly  ever  lets  them  finish  one.

[anantaru]

⊹ ‧₊˚ ᰔ synopsis. boothill always needs to spit on your cunt before going down on you // ꒰ᐢ⸝⸝⸝⸝ᐢ꒱ ♡ cw. spit kink, very messy, oral (fem! receiving) <3, fem! reader ♡

boothill can't stop himself from watching you, it's everlasting, when he's looking at the distinctness of your responses while he's dragging this out.

it's almost dangerous to watch you— you're so sweet he might as well just get addicted to your taste. it's a given to the man, that he always need to spit on your soft pussy while wittingly panting his hot breath against your clit.

when you're all wet and drenched for him, he knows you're enjoying yourself, apart from how sensually you were clutching at his hair strands.

you've lost against the sparks scattering in your thighs, noticing a numbness to your legs as he melts his tongue along your hot skin before a pitchy whimper seeps from your lips, responding just as feverishly to his sultry licks.

he pulls his face off your cunt, feeling slightly unhinged the more he heard you whine in shambles before he bundles up enough saliva to drop a globe of spit against your weeping folds.

the slick wetness still connects to his bottom lip and its almost made you unravel right there, the sight of it was was just too hot, in fact, you can't even fathom that boothill was yours, and yours alone.

you can never take your eyes off him, always raveling at the sensation of how his fleshy muscle was twisting between your folds tentatively in order to brush all the way inside before he presses his palms up to caress your breasts.

how wet you've gotten in combination with your own oozy arousal and his spit repeatedly fusing with your juices, or the tremendous glow of his spit dripping through his mouth as he wraps his lips around your clit to suck the nerves inside his warmth hard, not to forget the evident puffiness of your folds— boothill cannot satiate this feeling in his stomach and neither could you get used to how well he knew his way around your body.

you're trapped in a tornado of bliss, sweetly moaning from his raw drags of tongue that overtook you, blossomed in your chest and intoxicated you with strong throbs of your hole clamping around air, only hoping he's put more attention there.

on reflex, your hips attempt to twitch away from his mouth before he roughly readjusts you back at him with a cheeky smirk. his hot breathing was ghosting across the torridity of your billowy folds— on purpose, it seems, it's easy to see how it's riling you up.

how unrestrictedly attractive it was for your boyfriend to eat you out like he's had a hopeless hunger for the taste of you while at the same time, tracing along your body as fragile as to a butterfly.

recognising your enjoyment by sound and taste alone— the clear look of bliss and comfort in your face was necessary to the man as oxygen or water was to a human.

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In regard to being a “wahhabi.” Check the video below . The Madkhali/Murjiah are synonymous of each other . The Madhakhila follow the religion of the rulers where you’ve to unrestrictedly follow the leaders even if they commit kufr and they’d label you as part of the khawarij if you rebel the leader that has commited kufr. Madkahli term came from Rabee Al Madkhali , a shaykh from Saudi whose followers are staunch followers of the Saudi government and its allies. They can’t bare the Takfir of their leader even if he’s doing kufr in front of them let alone the Takfir of shaytan . We know that faith is , belief in the heart, saying of the tongue and action of the limbs however the murjiah believe that aslong as you believe in your heart you’re Muslim , which is contrary to the aqeedah of Ahlus Sunnah Wal Jamaah.

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