#i lovr you

[caffeiiine]

i love you non-muslim people who look into islam and into arabian culture in general i love you non-muslim people who put beautiful hijabis into your stories i love you non-muslim people who get rid of the “oppressed” stereotype in your stories with muslim characters i love you people who give your faves muslim hcs i love you people who include muslim girls who don’t wear a hijab in your stories i love you i love you i love you

[ganyuuki]

I HAVWNT FINISHED RESRING YET BUT WHAT

Me after screeching when that happened like WHAT

[onlyhoons]

guys user lacecovered just followed me back im gonna spin in circles

[mkfushiguro]

part two of stepbro!steve is coming out this week, obviously I wasn’t gonna make it for christmas

sorry guys!!

[rrozeta]

if you want I could probably cut out a character PNG from some official art if you need it :3

ANON.... OMG WOULD YOU?? THE TOT BACKGROUND SEEMS HARD TO LIKE ERASE 😭😭🙏

[deadmegumi]

Franks dumbass fucking noise

[meandmymindsthings]

#fkit

Heard I am not your type really 😮‍💨, soooooo now I have to win you over I guess, but first thing first I need you to feel me and make you wonder about me.....I guess.

[septemberskye]

clear pebbles update hopefully in the next few days. but i'm sick so. no guarantees

[xochosoxo]

WTF THE SUPPORT FOR MY FICS IIS CRAZY WHAT JFHAIFJIS THANK U SOCMUCH ILYSM !!!! <333

[pictureinme]

ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME MY DICK IS GOING TO EXPLODE

day eight: cnc with jim

pairing: Jim x f!reader word count: 1,631 warnings: non-con elements, fighting back and trying to get away, reader says no, spit, facefucking, impact play, aftercare a/n: Jim and I are actually in a very happy, healthy relationship and he would never cheat on me. (Sorry it's a tad late!) kinktober masterlist

Jim rolled off of you and lied down on his side of the bed to catch his breath. You faced him and took the chance to admire all his features. His kind eyes. The freckles that painted his face. The bits of grey that adorned his head of hair. You loved how your heart felt like it would burst when you looked at him. 

He turned over and put a hand on your face, brushing his thumb across your cheek. 

He smiled and said, “You’re bored aren’t you?”

“Bored?”

“With our sex life. It’s the same every time.”

“I am not bored.”

“But it is the same every time. You must be awfully bored.” He had a point. You had a lovely time whenever you were with Jim, but it was always the same. You had both gotten into a monotonous cycle of having sex when it was convenient, bordering on scheduling intimacy. 

You removed his hand from your face and started playing with his fingers. “Well, we could try something new…” 

“What were you thinking?” 

You hid your face with his hand and he coaxed you out of your shell. “Come on. Tell me.”

“We could try you being a bit more dominant.”

“A bit more dominant?”

“Or a lot more dominant.”

He sighed, “I feel like you’re mincing words.”

You bit your lip and decided to come out with it. “I want you to take advantage of me. I want you to use me. I want you to use me in whatever way you want.”

You couldn’t read his face but he seemed amused. 

“We can try it.” Jim’s voice was barely a whisper. “But we need to talk about it first. I want to make sure it’s everything you want, okay?” You nodded and smiled. 

Over the next few days, you had multiple conversations with Jim about both your wants, needs, and limits. Jim ended up being more into it than he had originally let on. You had both chosen a safe word and physical indicators for if either of you wanted to stop. You also included the stoplight system so that he could check in on you during the scene. The only thing you couldn’t figure out was when everything would happen. In the end, you decided it would happen spontaneously. That was what you were missing, after all, spontaneity. 

He wondered when the best time would be. There were days when you both worked from home. He thought taking you during your break would be exciting but he wanted to do it when your guard was completely down. 

He watched you every night as you did your bedtime routine. You’d get out of the shower, dry yourself off, and start on your skincare routine. He figured he could grab you right before you pumped moisturizer on your fingertips. 

One night, he grabbed the small bottle out of your hand and set it down, grabbed your arm, and dragged you to the bedroom. Your heart raced knowing exactly what was about to happen. 

He pushed you against the wall and nipped at your ear. “Are you sure this is what you want?” 

You nodded.

“Say it, I need to hear it,” he said.

“Yes. I want it.” 

You were nervous. Jim had never taken advantage of you, but now with your permission, it was all he was capable of. You felt pins and needles all over your body.

He undid the tie on your robe and took in the sight of your naked body. “Look at these pretty fuckin’ tits.” He stripped you of the robe and stood back, examining you. 

“Come here, baby.” 

You shook your head. Every no you gave him added fuel to the fire. A sick smile emerged on his face as he swiftly grabbed your arm and pulled you over to the bed. 

“Stop, fucking please Jim!” 

He sat down on the bed and yanked you over his lap. You grabbed onto his thigh so you wouldn’t fall over. A heavy hand landed on your left cheek and a yelp left your lips. 

“Color?” he asked. 

“Green,” you cried. He let another hit land. 

“Count.” He spanked you again and you began counting. He alternated which cheek he hit. Soon your entire ass was stinging. You were sure he left a mark. You counted up to twenty. Tears threatened to spill. 

He pulled your arm and pushed you down onto the floor. He was in awe. You looked up at him with love in your eyes. You were completely broken and utterly his. He unbuttoned his pants and pulled out his cock. He opened your mouth and forced himself inside. You gagged he went as deep as he could. He tipped his head back as he held you down, adjusting his footing. You were thankful for the way Jim pulled your head back to give you some air. He thrust back in your mouth and moaned at the way your tongue worked around him. 

He took his hard cock out of your mouth and tapped your face with it. You closed your mouth, hoping that would bar his access. He grabbed your face and forced your jaw open, putting his cock back in your mouth and thrusting. Wet sounds and gagging filled his ears. 

“Such a good little slut. Excited to have my cock in your mouth, huh?” You shook your head slightly “No? Well, that’s not right. Let’s try again.” He went as deep into your mouth as he could. You didn’t know what to do with your hands. You tried to pull away to get some air, but he held your head against him. Your arms moved around aimlessly for a moment before trying to push his hips away from your face. He held you there as you struggled. Once he felt you really needed a breath he pulled out. 

You gasped for air as drool pooled on your chin. You sat back on your heels and he pulled you up on your feet. He leaned in to kiss you but you moved out of the way. He chased you for a kiss you wouldn’t give him. He slapped you. 

“If I’m trying to kiss you, you give me a kiss. Am I clear?” You gave him no reaction and he slapped you again, “Am I clear?”

“Yes.” 

Your lips crashed into his. You wanted him so terribly, but you knew he was going to make you hurt. The kiss broke too soon.

“Open your mouth.” He spat and you moaned as you closed your mouth, swallowing it. He kissed you again, letting himself get taken away by the moment. 

When he came to he broke the kiss and got you on the bed. You were on your hands and knees as you heard him shuffle behind you. He got his shirt off and reached for his pants. You took the opportunity to jump off the bed and make a run for the door. He sped behind you and caught your waist, pulling you back and throwing you against the bed. Jim crawled over you and put his tip right against your entrance. 

“There’s no reason the run, love.” He pushed inside of you and you cried. You pushed on his chest and wiggled around. He laid on top of you to get you to stop moving as his thrusts started to take up a rhythm. Once you calmed down, he sat up and fucked you like you were a toy. He ignored all your cries and pleas for him to stop. He wrapped his hand around your neck.

“Color?”

“Green.”

He applied pressure and watched as your eyes rolled up. He fucked you in this position until he got bored. He pulled out and flipped you into your stomach. He sat on you and thrust back inside your spent pussy. He fucked you ruthlessly. He bared his teeth and groaned as his pace steadied. You tried to get up on your hands and knees but he wouldn’t let you. You thrashed around which made him retaliate. He took your arms and pinned them behind your back. He spanked you again, making you squirm under him. 

“Stay fucking still.”

This time, you listened. You were close. You felt your orgasm build up and crash over you. You didn’t bother telling him. He knew your body well enough. You twitched and moaned as it continued to hit you while he fucked you in just the right spot. Your walls clenched and fluttered around him. He came hard. Expletives fell from his mouth. He was on a high he’d never felt before. He pulled out of your and tried to recover.  

When he did he took one look at you and immediately moved to comfort you. He shifted you into a more comfortable spot on the bed and, once settled, he held on to you tight like you would unravel if he let you go.

“I’m alright, Jim. I swear,” you mumbled. 

“I know you are, but just let me take care of you. Please.” 

You curled into him. He reached over to the bedside and grabbed a water bottle he had placed there earlier that day. 

“You did so well. You did so good.” He kissed your forehead and nuzzled his head against you. He opened the water and held the bottle as you drank from it. When you had enough he sealed it and placed it back on the table. 

“Thank you, Jim, for actually doing this for me.”

“I’d do anything for you.” 

The way Jim’s hands laid on your body told you you were safe. You’d have time for a more in-depth debrief later. You both just needed to be in each other’s embrace for a few moments.

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[k4pp4-8]

that's literally his son no one can convince me otherwise

[ryujnn]

This is so random but you are so cute and adorable :(

The way you type and design your blogs is soooooo cute haha I don’t know how to explain it. I think you’re a cutie 🥰

thank u bb!!! ^^ i bet you’re cute n adorable too! thank you for ur compliment too :(((

[cheese-elite]

Cheezbot ur my only friend

[soulzerofever]

GIYS LOOOOOOOOOK AT MYOGKCJXJSOCHCJDJDJCJD REEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE

ZoSan College AU for @/soulzerofever!

[goosebxrry-art]

star trek ladies

[eloiseyybish]

Does anyone else think about how kinda problematic it is for people to just assume that Eddie is gay because of how he has treated his wife and gfs?

He was a bad husband to Shannon, but I'd always assumed (based off we know from canon) that he felt guilty for getting Shannon pregnant and married her due to the pressure he felt from the Church and both their Catholic families (THIS is where the Catholic guilt comes is friendos - not exactly related to latent homosexuality).

Not to mention, Eddie needs THERAPY and a lot of it to deal with his unhealthy relationship with his grief. Like, the whole point of the Kim arc is to show that he has unresolved feelings for Shannon. Ultimately, he knew she was going to leave him, and then she died before they got the chance to actually talk further about what that meant. He never got that closure from the relationship that he may have gotten from her if they managed to go through with the divorce she wanted. At the end of the day, Eddie looks back on his time with Shannon with rose tinted glasses because his memory is being selective (something that happens in grief a lot, you remember what you want to remember and forget the...less good times), and sees her as the big love of his life because of that. Not to mention, he started having panic attacks with Ana because (and they actually say this in the ep) it was becoming a ready-made family (which ties back to his unresolved feelings for Shannon and her role as both Eddie's wife and Chris' mother...). It felt like Ana was stepping straight into Shannon's place, and Eddie struggled with that whole concept.

Not to mention, Eddie has been a terrible boyfriend to every single woman he's dated and it's so deeply problematic to say that he's treated them badly because he's gay. Like, do you see how bad that is?

It's actually super misogynistic to say that if he suddenly started dating Buck that he would treat him so much better and be a great boyfriend to him... just because... he's a man. Eddie (in his current state) would be a terrible partner to anyone!

Also, just a little note here, I'm not saying you can't have headcanons for characters, but the insistence that Eddie is a gay man because "there's no other explanation for how he's treated the women he's dated" is actually so harmful, not just to women but also to gay men.

I just wish people would think a bit more about the things they say and what the meaning behind what they're actually saying.

Anyway, sorry for the rant (and you can disagree with me if you want, that's what fandom is for, but don't start sending me hate because you will just be blocked, I don't have the energy)