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frogsmulder · 4 months

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would you do number 11 in joy for the the kiss asks and msr?

Hi anon! I was in a broody mood apparently because when I thought of joy I could only think of an ending where mulder and Scully got to have their family together sans conspiracy and abductions.

Miracle in Georgetown

Mulder has a very important conversation with Scully's baby bump; about 900 words; rated t; tagging @today-in-fic

Sunday 24th September, 11:04 am

Georgetown.

Scully is sitting comfortably amongst a throne of cushions on her coach. With her feet in fluffy slippers propped up on the coffee table, she casually flicks through a magazine her mother urged her to take a look at. A mug of ginger tea rests on her swollen belly that she takes sips from every few minutes while contemplating with a red pen all the cots, changing tables and mobiles they should have in the baby's room. She is still in her pyjamas and waffle weave dressing gown when the front door opens and Mulder announces he is back from his morning run and going for a shower. The smile on her face broadens bright and warm like the early autumn sun as she calls after him to not be too long.

What she doesn't expect is for him to learn over the back of the coach to kiss her forehead, mumbling “I wouldn't dream of it,” against her skin.

“Mulder,” she chuckles, reaching a hand up to play through his hair.

“Ew, Scully, no.” He playfully bats her hand away and straightens up. “I'm all sweaty.”

She hums, turning to face him, drinking in the sight of his shirt clinging to muscles. Morning-run-Mulder was one of her favourite Mulders, especially since she entered the second trimester. “Just the way I like you.”

“Uh huh? Maybe later.” Looking over her shoulder he points down at one mobile with giraffes on it. “This one–” he punctuates his choice with two taps to the glossy paper– “he'll love this one.”

She looks back at him with a raised eyebrow. “He, Mulder?”

“Yeah, didn't I tell you?” he smirks as he walks away. “I have a feeling.”

“Based on what?”

He bobs his head, considering. “Call it instinct–intuition.”

“And I'm supposed to believe you based on what– a hunch?” she teases.

“Come on, Scully! When have I ever been wrong?”

She scoffs and turns back to the magazine, circling the giraffes.

The pads of Mulder's footsteps soften as he walks away from her to their bedroom. She tracks his whereabouts mentally as he moves from the dresser to their bed to their ensuite, imagining him gradually becoming less clothed with each step. Wondering how she ever came to need him so desperately, she blushes into the tea and cradles her bump. It wasn't her fault that the Little One’s dad was so handsome and charming. Perhaps they wouldn't be in this situation if he wasn't.

She lays her head back against the coach and sighs. Listening to the sound of the water, she lets her eyes close and her mind drift.

When Scully hears the water turn off, she smiles, anticipating the return of his soft footsteps. She isn't disappointed when a few minutes later he appears in fresh sweatpants, no shirt, and towelling his hair. She has to bite the inside of her cheek at the sight of his hedgehog spikes. She pats the spot next to her on the coach.

“Good run?”

He hums and lays down, resting his head next to her hip and curling up to fit his legs on at the other end.

“I missed you.”

“I was barely gone an hour,” he half mumbles into the cushions.

“Still…” Her fingers find their way to weave into his damp hair.

He slides a hand up under her top and around her belly, thumb stroking softly back and forth against her skin. She can feel him grin and the air become charged as he lets his excitement grow.

“I still can't believe it. He's really in there.”

“And don't I know about it,” she chuffs.

“Hey little guy! What's it like in there?” He presses his ear to her belly as if they both had cups on a string to communicate. “Uh huh, uh huh. And you want more sausage and egg for breakfast. I'll pass that on.”

Mulder presses his lips to the swell of her stomach and holds them there, imparting his affection to them both.

“Now, bud,” The words tickle against her skin, the low hum of his voice both soothing and arousing. “There's a few things you need to know–man to man–that will save you in the big scary outside world. The first is that your mummy and daddy love you very much and we will always be here for you.” His voice breaks to a whisper and his eyes screw shut as he continues to rub her bump. It isn't long though before a grin erupts all the way from his lips to his eyes. “The second,” he continues with the same air of seriousness, “and this is the most important–there is only one basketball team and it's The Knicks.”

Scully rolls her eyes in good humour, but when she looks back down at him, she sees him staring up, eyes spilling over with adoration.

“You know I don't think I tell you this enough: just how amazing you are Scully.”

Her stomach drops to her feet at his utter honesty leaving her for once speechless. He props himself up on one arm, slowly crawling to an upright position. Taking her face in both his hands he kisses her languidly full of warmth and love. Pleasantly surprised, Scully swipes her tongue across his lower lip, inviting him to deepen their kiss. Yet he doesn't reciprocate, unable to when his smile clashes against her teeth.

“He's really in there,” he laughs incredulously.

She pulls away, seeing the sheer joy on his face. It warms her heart to know she's been able to give him the family he's always dreamed of. “He really is.”

#msr #dana scully #the x files #fox mulder #xf fanfic #my writing #fluff #teeth rotting fluff

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sugar-omi · 11 months

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Hi Naeomi 👋

Thank you for replying to my inquiry so diligently (omg, me trying to sound like Baxter XD dead)!

For my Baxter request, I want to understand his character more, so I wanna pick ur brain for some ideas 😄

He is a very considerate person as his approach to the MC's comfort level changes between nervous, relaxed, and direct (i think 🤔😅). I just want to know how he reacts with an MC (on crush/love) who is only anxious around him but relaxed with everyone else. MC would be trying to fluster the crap out of Cove and talking excitedly about nerdy stuff (anime/manga, video games, books, random facts on their interests, a tv series, etc.), but when Baxter comes around they simmer down and smile all giddy his way and talk about stuff they he may like or be interested in.

Honestly, my MC would feel a bit unsure how to act around Baxter at first, but eventually, they become more comfortable over time as he is revealed to be easygoing and welcoming to MC's quirky side. Makes my heart flutter just thinking about it, so cute~ 🥰☺️

hii !!! omg your mc sounds so cute n honestly like me when I was younger lol, so sweet<33 excuse to the format I'm on mobile rn and I'll fix text color n format n stuff once I'm on my computer😎👍👍👍👍honestly i had fun writing this, two darlings taking their time to open up n love each other, embracing each others quirks... its so sweet, pls i feel like i could write another lil drabble abt how happy n cute baxter would be w a playful reader like this, mmm many thoughts

tags : fluff, nervous crush/love status w baxter, multiple choice text, headcanons/drabbles

*edited for format

this man is too cocky for his own good, baxter can easily tell how someone feels about him.

but I think that excludes people he has a crush on, as you couldn't possibly like/love him back.

he has some shame! although it's only enough to not assume everyone is in love with him or likes him in any capacity...

anyway, we'll get to that later~

at first he thinks it's because you want to impress him or maybe you don't want to bore him with what you think is brain rot to someone so mature and elegant as him.

(+ a "small" but darker part of him thinks you might hate him, that you don't want to show a piece of yourself to this weird stranger on your block. he squishes the thought)

so he finds out your interest through terri/terry and by spying on snippets of your conversations with your family or with cove.

and even though he will only admit it if you threaten him with something terrifying, like angry dragons, early mornings, or worse- color. then and only then will he admit he wants you to tease him the same way you do with cove.

you're so close with him, snuggling up to cove's side, and you smirk so tantalizingly as you lean i. close to whisper it in his ear, and you say something dirty or perhaps its something cove finds especially scandalous but now cove is blushing and he's pushing you away with a chastising "y/n!"

and baxter wishes it was him...

he wants you to curl up behind him and blow on his ear the way you do cove. he wants you to pinch his butt as he walks by and he wants you to flirt with him.

and he wants you to show up on his temporary doorstep to show him your favorite volume of a manga that you finally got your hands on.

and when baxter is a hopeless romantic because he's so vulnerable under the blanket of night, he imagines you laying next to him in this big bed and he imagines the music is blending in with your voice as you babble on about something before it drifts off into your soft breath when you fall asleep due to the late hour.

but time goes on and his vacation nears the quarter mark and whenever you two talk he notices that you are getting into some of the things he likes, like rock music, and when you see him walking lazily back to his condo you come rushing off the steps of your porch, abandoning your snickering moms, and showing baxter the new song you found that he had not listened to before.

you light up at the praise in a way that makes him wish he could capture it forever...

finally baxter comes to the conclusion that he should speak to you about the things you like, and the first time he mentions something about your hobby you clam up a bit.

you don't want to bore him or scare him off with your excitement but in the end you're showing him your craft/collection and telling him every shiny detail and he's so happy to watch the light in your eyes as you speak.

eventually though you two get to the point where you try to fluster him.

it's not often, baxter makes you far too nervous and he can see anything coming from a mile away. he's so cool and you love him for it but God is his smirking face irritating when you just want him to blush, giggle and kick his feet like a love sicken school girl.

but you finally get him to flush. it takes more than half his vacation for it to happen but you're standing behind him as he works away at plating the dinner you two cooked up together.

it's simple, both of you combined have the cooking skills of a sea turtle but it's good enough for one night and it's edible.

it's good enough, you know your way around a stove well enough not to burn the house down and with baxter as your assistant you're more focused on how fun it was than anything.

it's perfect, you know how to whip up something delicious and baxter did more chopping and passing of the seasonings than anything.

he doesn't process it at first but then it hits him like a ton of bricks.

you just... said something flirty?

he's short circuting and his ears are red, and baxter pretends that his blush isn't spread down to his neck.

it's such a reward for you, you can't help but gape for a moment because baxter alexander ward is walking away from you with a blush from his ears to below the collar of his shirt and he definitely squealed a bit when he beckoned you to the living room.

it takes a whole summer of talking to you about things you like that he has little or no knowledge in, doing an activity that caters to/is apart of your interest, and soothing you when you cut yourself off when talking (it's okay, he does want to hear whatever you're looking to ramble about, be it something exciting, something that happened when practicing your hobby, or venting about something you thought was terrible or sad in a show/comic you saw earlier that week.)

and he finally gets to a point where you're teasing him a bit more often, even if you don't get the flustered reaction you want, and you're taking a page out of cove's book and the two of you spent a secret night in baxter's condo, talking about everything and nothing all at the same time.

but then he leaves, and he let's you down gently but his rejection stabs like a knife anyway.

so when you meet again, half a decade later, baxter feels his heart fall out his stomach so bad he sucks it in to try and make up for the way his heart clocks out and air leaves his lungs...

you look sad. this wasn't what you either of you were expecting to be faced with and having no time to prepare yourself to face the man who ended your relationship that summer has your eyes glassed over and your fingers dig into your skin to ground yourself.

you look indifferent. somehow that hurts more than if you were sad or angry at him, not that he'd prefer it but the smaller part of him thinks that your empty gaze shows he's lost any part in your life and you stare through him like you can see the rawness of his heart...

your face is schooled into a stony expression and you've folded your arms to match the rest of tour cold posture. he can't tell what you're thinking even though he's searching your eyes and this time baxter can't tell if you want to cry, scream at him, or if you're looking past him to the scenic view. but he sees your fingers twitch, like you want to either grab him by his tie or run.

you look angry. you try to mask it, not wanting to display the unadulterated rage you feel but your lip quirks up and your eyes are sharp and the words that escape your lips lick at baxter's ears like fire. if your thunderous glare could kill a man he'd be a goner..

he knows he's fucked up either way.

and the whole time you're working together, you're distant. although sometimes you snap back, you confront him and you joke with him sometimes.

you're both too nostalgic, you're both too in love.

somehow, you let him start over.

perhaps its the nostalgia and sentiment that came from making the groom cake together, or how beautiful scott and jude's wedding went, or perhaps its the way the other person laughs and smiles that has you drunk.

but now you two are sitting on baxter's couch and you're letting him start over.

he messed up, it's something hard to move past. something you did, for better or for worse but now it's for the better and you're moving on together.

and you're almost as nervous as you were when you first met but this time it's more that you're reserved than anything else.

sometimes he thinks he's fucked up too much, that when you cut yourself short while rambling and when you take more interest in his hobbies than your own, baxter puts a stop to it quickly.

it takes while. you both try too much to insert yourself into the other person's likes, as if that will make the comfortable relationship you had once come back quicker.

but finally, you and baxter are sharing a bed in the middle of your new apartment, and you're laughing about something funny Miranda sent you earlier that day and in the morning you two are spinning around your new kitchen in a guideless dance with your hands intertwined and you're laughing...

and baxter loves both versions of you.

the version of you that's so in love with him you quiet down, letting him take up all the space in the world and the other version of you that rants about something stupid in an anime and pinches his pale thigh when he's searching through his messy pile of clothes for that one specific shirt.

and he's so happy you opened up to him and you still open up to him everyday, loving him the same no matter how shy you are that day <333

#our life: beginnings & always #olba #baxter ward #baxter ward x reader #our life baxter #olba baxter #baxter x reader #baxter x mc #baxter ward x mc

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i-heart-hxh · 1 month

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Hi...Can I ask, what are your KilluGon fav moments? And what are your fav personal headcanons about them? Also, do you have any fav ships (from any fandom) that the dynamics remind you of KilluGon? Thanks if you want to answer....

Hello!

Thank you for asking! This post will get way too long if I answer all your questions, so here's a post where I talk about some of my fav HxH moments (4/5 of which are KilluGon related), and here's my Headcanons tag to see some of the headcanons I've posted or approved of previously. I'm sure I'll revisit similar questions to these over time as well.

I haven't had anyone ask about ships that remind me of KilluGon though, and it's a fun question to answer! I think KilluGon is very unique, so these might not be incredibly similar, but I'm focusing on ships that give me a similar feeling or have commonalities that I think are worth mentioning. I enjoy all of these ships to varying degrees!

I'm going to stay away from ships from big, currently popular shounen series that people typically bring up in comparison with HxH (JJK, HeroAca, etc.), both because the ships I've come across in those don't actually remind me of KilluGon very deeply, and also because it's more fun to recommend ships/series people may not have heard of already!

Reki Kyan and Langa Hasegawa (Sk8 the Infinity)

I'm all but certain these two were based off Gon and Killua in part--the personalities of the two and dynamic between them feels fairly similar, and the antagonist of the series, Adam, also strongly feels like he's based off of Hisoka. The series itself is less serious/dark than HxH so the intensity isn't the same, but they definitely have a similar strong friendship basis and mutual adoration to Gon and Killua.

Suletta Mercury and Miorine Rembran (Mobile Suit Gundam: The Witch from Mercury)

Suletta is straightforward, somewhat oblivious, and grew up isolated from others (a bit like Gon), and Miorine is confident, tsundere, and trying to escape the influence of her rich and powerful family (a bit like Killua), and the two hit it off quickly and find joy and inspiration to keep going in each other. The degree to which they influence, support, and adore each other feels familiar. There are some later developments (spoilers) that remind me of Gon and Killua as well.

Yuki Sanada and Haru (Tsuritama)

Yuki, who has severe anxiety, ends up having his life transformed when the strange and overly friendly Haru appears suddenly. There's a real cuteness, joyfulness, and closeness between them that reminds me of Gon and Killua, and the way they help each other understand the world differently and change each others' perspectives as well.

Maru and Kiruko (Tengoku Daimakyou / Heavenly Delusion)

I can't say too much about this ship because I don't want to spoil any surprises, but let's just say in at least one major way it's not how it appears. Maru (the blond one) shares several commonalities with Killua, though he's at least a bit more straightforward in his emotions like Gon; while Kiruko is somewhat more tsundere initially (due to understandable past reasons). Their bond reminds me of Gon and Killua in that they travel all around together and develop a very close friendship and devotion to one another, and while one is more openly affectionate the other holds back more initially.

(This series contains some mature content, including a depiction of sexual assault, so please be careful when checking it out, but it's fantastic!)

Shindou Hikaru and Touya Akira (Hikaru no Go)

These two are rivals and obviously Gon and Killua are not, but at the same time there's a certain intensity and degree of being obsessed with each other than reminds me of KilluGon, as well as things like their bickering and the degree to which the series revolves around their connection. It's been a long time since I read the manga so I admittedly can't remember all the details, but I feel like it's maybe a few steps closer to Gon and Killua than, say, Hinata and Kageyama from Haikyuu (though that's also a great rivals -> friends ship that has some commonalities with KilluGon). It has a strong canon basis and I remember really enjoying how their bond develops!

Riko and Reg (Made in Abyss)

Riko is an adventurous, plucky girl who goes on a dangerous journey to find her missing parent, while Reg the robot boy supports her on their adventure (and semi-secretly adores her). Reg is also voiced by Mariya Ise, Killua's seiyuu, so it's hard not make the comparison! The personalities of the two are definitely similar and their bond feels familiar.

(Made in Abyss looks cute but it contains a great deal of upsetting/potentially triggering content, please be careful if you decide to watch or read it! It's amazing, but definitely not a series that will appeal to everyone.)

I hope people looking for similar ships might enjoy checking these series out!

#hxh #hunter x hunter #killugon #gonkillu #asks #dnana-2809-blog #my posts #sk8 the infinity #gundam witch from mercury #tsuritama #hikaru no go #hikago #tengoku daimakyou #heavenly delusion #made in abyss #long post

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trying414 · 2 months

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Opening Line Patterns

I was tagged by @hamsteriffic who knows I can't back out of this shit and takes advantage of it 🤣

Rules: List the first line of your last 10 (or however many you have) posted fics and see if there's a pattern!

Disclaimer: I am only doing 10. I have like...over 50 on ao3, if I remember correctly. Might be 54?

Update: Just checked. It's 55.

Starting with most recent and working backwards.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/54263350

https://archiveofourown.org/works/54122218

https://archiveofourown.org/works/54120739

https://archiveofourown.org/works/53962846

https://archiveofourown.org/works/53857636

https://archiveofourown.org/works/53727919

https://archiveofourown.org/works/53684290

https://archiveofourown.org/works/53408350

https://archiveofourown.org/works/53045695

https://archiveofourown.org/works/51707740

(If those don't line up right, blame tumblr for not wanting to accept my formatting on a post when I can do it on a page with no issue 🙄)

(It also gave me a 10 image limit on mobile so good thing my laptop was open for the last one🤣)

(Oh, and the pictures should link to the fics the quotes are from 🥰)

Update: they do link, just not on mobile. Only the desktop version 🙄 I'll add them in as text later

Update 2: DONE

What a pain in the ass 🙄🙄🙄 (I'm still on mobile, if that explains anything)

(OH, ALSO PLEASE IGNORE THE CREEPYASS FUCKING EMOJI. IT'S SAMSUNG ONEUI6'S FAULT)

Tagging (with no pressure) @queenkaiju @writer-rider-dirty-thirties @boldlyanxious @izanae @littlemourningstar and anyone else who wants to participate!

#tag games #trying414 #trying414writes #trying414 writes #trying414's writing #trying414fanfics

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toomuchracket · 4 months

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convinced he's getting frantic calls from jamie rn like "hi hey can u turn ur tags back on for business purposes thanks" lol <3

i can see girlie and jamie trying to call him like when he’s busy. he’s probably working out or something and he thinks it’s an emergency. but *sigh* it’s his boss calling him and his lovely gf😭

once he's done swinging from monkey bars or whatever he does at the gym he checks his phone and there's like several missed calls from both you and jamie and texts from you like "matty. phone me now it's important". he knows you're in the office but the amount of calls genuinely makes him panic so he calls genuinely panicked like "hi? sweetheart? are you ok? is the baby ok?", and you're like "she's kicking lumps out of me but yeah we're fine", and honestly i think matty gets a teeny bit annoyed like "well why all the phone calls? you had me panicking". and you're like "oh. sorry. it's just something time sensitive for work - can you turn your insta tags on again please? we're doing the release of amber being the opener today and we need to get everyone on socials", and matty's like "THAT'S why you phoned me eighteen times in a row?! for fuck's sake, babe. there was no need for all that"; he regrets it as soon as he says it, though, because there's silence on the other end before he hears a sniffle, and then you quietly shakily saying "m'sorry. was just trying to do my job. didn't mean to annoy you. if you could just let jamie know when you've turned tags on. thank you" and then sobbing "love you. bye" before you hang up. he knows it's mostly pregnancy hormones making you weepy (you teared up when you forgot to wash a teaspoon at home the other day), but he feels awful - tries to phone your mobile and gets no answer, so he calls your desk phone at work and says "s'me. don't hang up, please, i just want to say sorry for making you upset. just got worried about my girls, that's all. i love you. can i do anything to make it up to you?", and you're like "if you're still at the gym, yeah". matty smiles down the phone like "i'm still there. what d'you want me to do?", and you very quietly say "send me a shirtless selfie so i forget to be upset, please"; he giggles and says "whatever my girl wants. also, i've turned tags on, so you can post the news, darling. sorry again. i love you, i'll pick you up later" <3

#mads answers asks #matty asks #fluff asks #d word matty #literal d word

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shinshi9chen · 5 months

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How will Sanji comfort your anxiety

English is not my first language, I was encouraged by our excellent SanjiYN authors we love to post my first English work. I use AI and dictionary to help me translate this work, hope this work can make you enjoy! Tags: Modern AU, Fluffy, anxiety

-Have you reached home yet, Daring?

-Yeah.

-I have a surprise for you, I'll be home in fifteen minutes, waiting for me. Love you.

Five minutes later, Sanji rechecks his phone, rules out the possibility that network and signal went wrong, and confirms that it was you who didn't reply and not that he didn't receive it.

Sanji's face regains his composure from the satisfied expression he had on when he edited the first message. The queue is finally over, he smiles softly at the clerk, and when asked what kind of dessert he needs, in addition to what he already wanted, he is pleased, willing, to let the clerk recommend something else, he admires and patiently waits for the clerk to pick up the food and pack it, making him look like the clerk who really serves customers.

But if the clerk could have noticed five minutes earlier Sanji's more vivid and innocent smile, she would have felt that he showed more etiquette at this time.

Women are all angels, but he had already signed the agreement that One man can only belong to One angel, he will not stupidly try to betray his agreement and mess everything up.

Sanji leaves the dessert shop after expressing his appreciation and saying "beautiful lady, goodbye". The paper bag and mobile phone are firmly grasped in his hand, he knows from your chat history that tonight is going to be a difficult night for you. And he only wants to do one thing: help you get back on your feet.

Sanji turns his key, pushes the door, and turns on the light in the hallway. He changes his shoes and begins to call his lovely girl: "Honey, I'm back! Where are you? Let me see you OK? ”

Lying on your side on the couch with your eyes open, looking at your phone screen distractedly, you seem to lose half of your response to the stimulus of the call, you raise your arm and only shake it once.

Sanji places the paper bag on the table in front of you, and sits down beside you, his cold hands holding the one you just put down, looking at you tenderly, expecting your gaze to respond. You raise your gaze and hold your breath for the beauty you saw, but your body seems to have only received a short-acting stimulant, and you lower your head again, with knowing nothing to say.

Your hand is caressed by his, feeling the outside temperature, feeling the contours of his hand, how his bones rise and fall, feeling like exploring a mountain range. He lets you touch a raised mole on the back of his left hand, it feels unique to touch compared to the surrounding skin.

You sigh, "It's cold." You let go of your phone and wrap the back of his hand with this freed hand. Your overlapping hands are now very similar to seaweed sticking to the rice ball, the rice ball is sandwiched with the filling. You start making eye contact again, and his eyes seem to brighten a bit.

"Sorry, it's cold outside. I've got a surprise for you, guess what? ”

"I saw the paper bag, is it dessert?"

"You knew this shop? Yes, it's desserts. I bought cranberry cookies, milk powder cakes, and the clerk also recommended durian mochi, quite strange combination right? ”

He is about to open the paper bag and make the dish arrangement in the kitchen, but you say, "Sanji, I don't have an appetite, I'm not hungry, I just want to sleep until tomorrow."

You've made him feel worried again.

"Alright. Have you had dinner? Do you have nasal congestion and cough? Dizziness? Sore throat? Stomach pain? No, none, great, my love is in good health today. Then what's going on, tell me, okay? "

He carefully avoids direct questioning, because that might be like repeating your long guilt and reproach of yourself. Little by little, he wants to feel your emotions, to gradually get closer the distance between you and his heart, and to carefully inject his power into you.

You sit up with the help of his strength, leaning on his shoulders.

"I have a test and I don't think I could prepare more, but I don't want to fail. But now I can't think about anything but worry, I'm not fit for the test, right? "

He would love to grow one more hand to wipe away your tears, why God let his lover's wisdom be based on low self-esteem and worry? He squeezes your hand and starts kissing your forehead, longing for your tears to be taken away by his kiss.

"No, you've done well enough." He kisses you on the eyebrows, on your closed eyes. His kiss was warm and gentle, feeling like he is approaching to breathe in the aroma of spices, flowers, and food, feeling like the comfortable sunshine in your memory. In such a beautiful season, in such a rare good weather, you are reluctant to leave alone, and you will call him for a walk together and imagine a tomorrow that is not inferior to today.

You really want to go back to that day with him.

You haven't disappointed anyone, you haven't had any worries or frustrations, you only have an intuition that you love each other, that God will bless you, and that you will trust your future.

"Sanji, do you love me?"

"I love you, and the most painful moment I have is the moment when you don't know how much I love you."

"I love you too, and I'm glad you always know I love you."

"You are the best, I can't wait for tomorrow."

"That is too early, let me have a cookie before ten o'clock."

#sanji x reader #sanji x y/n

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uroboros-if · 1 year

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hello, if its okay with you, could you explain how you achieved the following in twine: when you select an eye color, having the text change according to your choice. It seems simple but I can't seem to figure out. Any help would be appreciated!

You probably mean you want to do it in the same passage. I would be ecstatic to help!! I'll be putting it into a read-more because of pictures!

Also note, this tutorial assumes you're using SugarCube. I have very little knowledge of other Twine languages.

First of all, credit to HiEv because I got the base code from them! I just can't find what thread I found it in.

Code?

First—I've uploaded the EXACT passage for eye colors from the IF (even the writing is included...) to itch.io. I've made it restricted to avoid it clogging up my list of projects + notifying all my followers. However, you can play + download it there!

Link / Password: edelle008

Feel free to copy the code exactly, but in this post, I'll be explaining every single thing if you're still confused looking at the code.

Your Passage

Make a passage for where you want the radio buttons to appear. On that passage, have this code:

Red - Make sure to have a ((silently)) macro to not create unnecessary white space. I recommend to end ((silently)) immediately before your writing.

Orange - copy the code exactly (again, I highly recommend downloading the code off itch.io if you just want to copy and paste it!)

Yellow (no yellow on mobile editor...) - This is jQuery. It detects for any "changes" in a ((radiobutton)) macro in that passage. Make sure you don't have multiple radiobutton macros in the same passage.

Green - Replace #summary with the ID you're going to enclose your radio buttons in. If you don't know what I mean, this'll make more sense later.

Blue - When jQuery detects a change in the radio buttons in the passage, it's going to execute this widget called ((eye_color)), which I made solely to check and display different text for eye_color depending on what radio button is selected. Again, if this doesn't make sense, it will later.

So this where the actual radio buttons come. Please disregard the black strikethroughs, that's the code I used to organize the radio buttons into side by side columns.

I'm not covering how you do that here because the way I do it is incredibly scuffed, and only supports three radio buttons side by side. It also only looks good if the number of choices are the same on both sides. I don't want to teach you whatever won't work flexibly.

Above the red line, make a div and assign it an ID. I called my ID #summary, which is why in the previous screenshot, I made it so that the code updates whatever is inside a (span) or (div) with an ID of #summary. Hence, please change #summary into whatever you'd like!

Now you can also style any text within the (div) to anything you want in your Stylesheet.

Inside the div, I put the widget ((eye_color)). You can change this into any text you want to display initially, and it will be updated/written over once someone selects a radio button. The reason I let this stay as ((eye_color)) is so that it first shows the text for the first option, brown eye color (I do this by initializing $eye_color to "brown" in StoryInit, or else it might not show anything when you first look at it.)

Red - Below the red line, please add your radio buttons as normal. Again, disregard the black strikethroughs.

Widget

The reason I made a widget is so that it automatically checks and updates the text depending on the $eye_color variable, or any variable your radiobutton is changing. A widget is essentially a custom macro you make.

Make a separate passage (I called mine "eye_color" for consistency), tag it with "widget". You may copy the code below exactly as base (available for download on itch.io):

Here I made a widget called eye_color. You will enclose all the code inside this passage within the ((widget)) macro.

Yellow - I would use ((nobr)) macro from the beginning of the widget to the end to avoid unnecessary whitespace. This will put everything in one line unless you use (br) to force a line break.

Orange - I made a div for the entire text. The style="(code for transition)" is how there's going to be that transition between texts so it doesn't change it immediately, but gives it that slight fade in effect as it changes. Feel free to change the transition if you know how to. I assign it an ID of #text1 because I'm uncreative, but remember what ID you assign it.

Also, maybe you could test using (span) instead of (div). I don't know why I didn't, and haven't tried it.

Pink - In between the pink dashes, you will write your if statements. This is straightforward -- write an if statement for all the eye colors you want. The (div) for Orange ends when you use your closing ((if)).

Brown - The Orange makes the text have 0 opacity. What this does is make it have 1 opacity. In English, this means the text is originally invisible and this turns it visible.

Purple - Enclose Brown in a ((timed 0s))((/timed)). Usually, Orange and Brown are executed almost simultaneously; that leaves your text invisible. What Purple does is make Orange execute before Brown, so that Brown is able to make the text visible.

Test it

I hope it works for you! Let me know if you still have any questions.

#asks #edelle008 #coding resources #sugarcube coding #sugarcube #twine resources #sugarcube coding resources #twine coding resources

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mirrorthoughts · 8 months

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Snipped Sunday

Thanks for tagging me my dear @aurevell 💕💕

I'm going to give you something entirely different than what I showed over these last few weeks!

I have a wip that's mostly what I'll put into this snipped that has the (tentative) title of "In the End, does it even matter?" that's lying in my wip folder since somewhere at the beginning of the year.

I still want to write it 😂 I like the idea but currently there are a half dozens other things I'm writing, so, uh... yeah.

Here it is 😂

The taste of burnt flesh and blood still stuck in his throat when he opened his eyes to a familiar ceiling.

Shadows and sunlight flickered over the white surface in long forgotten but still well-known and seemingly ever changing patterns, the warmth of the sun on his face felt almost like a caress after all the pain he just had endured. He swallowed and took a deep breath and just like that blood and smoke were nothing more than a memory and the familiar scent of his lavender laundry detergent filled his nose with the feeling of safety, of home, of den.

Dazed as he was he slowly closed his eyes, letting himself sink back into the familiar smell and feeling of his bed as he pulled his blanket closer, listening to the familiar noises outside of cars and people and streetcars-

Streetcars.

People.

A comfortable bed in a flat he hadn’t been in for over a decade.

His eyes shot open and a second later he sat upright in his bed, his eyes jumping from shelves to the closet, to the door and the windows.

He wasn’t dead.

He reached for his throat, but he couldn’t feel any injuries though his mind was still telling him he should feel pain, he should feel a bleeding gash splitting his throat wide open Derek’s claws still deep inside his flesh. He should still feel his skin charring and bubbling below the flames, should still taste the heavy smell of his own cooked meat and blood in the air.

But there was no pain. No injuries. No fire.

Had his backup plan worked?

But why would he wake up here and not wherever his nephew had buried him? If he had been buried at all and not burnt to ashes that is.

He flinched when a sudden sound rang from his bedside table and it took him a moment to recognize the sharp staccato tones as ring tone from his old phone.

A phone that shouldn’t be in his possession anymore.

Ringing with a name that shouldn’t be possible.

Slowly he reached for the phone, staring at the illuminated screen and the dark ‘Talia’ in the middle of it, before he pressed the correct button to accept the call.

“Peter?”

(Tumblr Mobile formatted this thing in a weird way but well. Whatever. 😂)

#seikaze #sei's writing #teen wolf #steter #peter hale #yes this is another steter fic #I have a few plans for this xD #snippet saturday #snippet sunday

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panicatthediaz · 1 year

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New chapter, new POV! Ok, it's not gonna be this way for long. There's this one, then one more chapter, and we are back to the scheduled shenanigans. I've just been hit with a desire to write some other people in the meantime.

[Part 1] – [Part 6] – [Part 8]

@madaboutmunson @lamburrito @benjaminrussell @xxfiction-is-my-realityxx @dijkstraspath @swiftiebuckleys @spectrum-spectre @epiclazershark @redheadchimechild [Let me know if you want to be tagged!]

Pin a String to My Chest – 7

The phone call

It went beyond saying that he was itchy as hell. And, according to Robin, grumpy as all hell too. At least there was no sign of rabies, or any infection or other Upside-Down nastiness.

Steve sighed, wrapping up his torso once more. A week had passed since their battle, and everyone was healing fine. Both his and Eddie's bat bites were healing (slowly), Max was ordering everyone around (minus El) as usual, and Dustin had a lot of his mobility back.

At least, Dustin was already spending most of his days in the hospital. If anything happened, he'd have help. Wayne was there too, waiting for his nephew to wake up.

Steve finished getting ready for his shift at Family Video. He'd had enough of stewing at home alone. Sure, Claudia often stopped by with homemade meals and some other snacks, but those tended to be quick visits.

He needed something to do, something to distract him from the fact that not everyone was out and about just yet.

Steve had a foot out of the front door when the phone rang.

He debated letting it go unanswered; not a lot of people called him at home, and the Party was more likely to use the walkies. But he remembered that the kids' parents called sometimes, to ask for some small favors or to check if he'd be able to take the kids somewhere because they were busy.

(The kids often radioed him about rides before their parents called. They were, at this point, mostly to confirm plans.)

So he turned back around and picked up the phone.

"Steve!" A woman — his mom greeted. "Hey, honey, how are things at home?"

He barely held in a sigh at her overly sweet tone. Unfortunately, he knew the routine by now. "Hi, mom. Everything is fine."

"That's great to hear. Listen—" And there it was, the real reason for her call. "Your father heard about a serial killer in Hawkins, and we wanted to make sure you wouldn't do anything stupid, okay?"

Steve did sigh then. Of course, they were only calling now. He wouldn't be surprised if they only caught word of the whole thing a week later either.

"We could—"

"Mom, it's fine." He interrupted the obvious offer to send him tickets to wherever they were right now. "It all happened a week ago." That information was met with silence. Steve could picture her expression clearly: A frown quickly smoothed into indifference. "The feds already caught him."

"Oh, thank God, that Munson boy—"

"Is innocent." He knew she hated being interrupted, that she hated when he was anything but the proper little boy she raised him to be. But he couldn't let her finish that thought. "Eddie is innocent."

"Steve…"

Same old scolding tone.

"I'm just saying, mom," he continued, forcing nonchalance into his tone. "It's been a week, I'm sure the feds already announced his innocence. I mean…" He paused, taking in a deep breath. "He helped a bunch of teens escape."

They all had the cover story drilled into their brains by Agent Stinson, but even without it, Steve knew it wouldn't be a lie.

"He was in the wrong place, at the wrong time, and ended up witnessing something that made him a target."

There was nothing but silence for long, long seconds, time Steve knew his mom spent trying to rein in whatever nasty thought she just had.

"Listen, mom, I hate to cut the call short, but I'm gonna be late for work," he lied. When he didn't have to pick anyone up on his way, he usually left with enough time to loiter a while. "I'll talk to you soon."

With a sigh, his mom hung up the phone without another word. He shouldn't be surprised but he was still annoyed, he supposed, that despite hearing about it a week later, they still only had half the story.

Steve regretted, now that everything was over, that he'd been just as ready to believe in Eddie's guilt as everyone else. As his mother seemed to still believe.

Eddie did more than he should have had to and ended up in a coma for his troubles.

He knew that their plan had been a solid one given the circumstances, that they did kill Vecna, that Max was safe.

As Steve finally left for his shift at Family Video, he simply wished that Eddie was also safe.

#asexual Eddie Munson #Stranger Things #Eddie Munson #Steddie #Stranger Things fic #Steddie fic #Eddie Munson fic #ace!Eddie Munson #asexuality #Wayne Munson #Steve Harrington #Dustin Henderson #wereswriting

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androdragynous · 2 years

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yeehaw

reblogs are mainly art, cat pics, general positivity and goofs but this is not a hard guideline. i try to keep it jokes-only-level sfw

artposting blog is @canonkiller

i reblog art for media I'm not into if I like the vibes, so if I post untagged spoilers tell me and I'll tag them right. and also sorry

if you saw me like your art and then I unliked it later and it was like your only note and you're sad it's because I put it in my queue and also I love you. mwah

tags guide / extra info:

#scribbles - my own art

tags:

#canonqueuer - queue tag ( canonkiller+ queue )

#patch me through to palaven command - my posts, reblog-replies to myself, asks, etc

#i've got it all under control - reblog-replies to other people's reblogs of my posts ( they get long. blacklisting purposes )

#tagged for me - posts tagged for me or sent to me

#reblog - all reblogs of stuff that isn't mine

#blog stuff - themes, backgrounds, and other coding resources

honestly if you're looking for something I probably have it tagged

#words - quotes, poems, etc (noting here because it's not a standard tag)

all general subject matter is usually tagged; if you have to blacklist something, just the word ( no additional cw / tw text ) will work - ex. #art, #anthro, #videos, #cats, #clothing, etc

all fandoms are tagged when known; they aren't always fandoms I actually know anything about. I like pretty art :)

all common triggers and warnings are tagged, again without additional tw / cw text. I can add tags for anything not already covered (or be more consistent), just send in an ask about it :3

extra info:

I think pro / anti / whatever labels are vague, confrontational and kind of stupid. I think porn of children is bad. I think fiction can include difficult themes. I think there are people who disagree with both of those, and I would rather not spend time with them. These opinions can coexist, and intentionally misinterpreting them to get into fights is definitely stupid.

I don't have shinigami eyes on mobile tumblr, so please lmk if I reblog someone marked red. I don't like giving them the attention.

please do not give me reason to post the sorry my follower added that comment cake.

#also hi #edited this to make it shorter because i wanted glitter text #for mobile browsing:#patch me through to palaven command #scribbles #i've got it all under control

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fenharel-enaste · 1 year

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A lesson in patience || CEO!Elendil x Fem!Reader (modern AU)

Rating: +18 (smut)

Summary: You visit Elendil in his office and decide to tease him a bit. What you don't know is that he doesn't like you playing with him when he's busy…

Content/warnings: Dom!Elendil, brat!reader, explicit sex content, unprotected sex (don’t do this pls), p in v sex, cockwarming, orgasm denial, dirty talk, light choking, oral sex (f and m receiving), cum swallowing... ok there's no plot here, just pure filth lol

Word count: 3.2k

Notes: Being an AU I don’t even know if Elendil’s in character here, idk I was just horny I guess 😂

This is a oneshot I've written thanks to my lovely Elendilfer friends @starlady66, who inspired it with this post I'll never get over, @thetempleofthemasaigoddess, who suggested to write a fic about it. Thank you both so much!! 💖💖

Tagging: @grinkitty, @wint3r-h3art

It’s also on AO3!

You can’t wait to see Elendil today. He loves it when you sometimes surprise him by visiting him in his office close to his time to leave. You like to spend some time together there while he finishes some last minute paperwork before going out for dinner with you.

You cheerfully greet the receptionist and he lets you in, as you've been there many times before and he knows you don't need Elendil's permission to enter his office, unless he's in an important meeting, of course.

You knock on his door and enter when he tells you to come in; his face lights up with a smile, as it always does when you drop by. You greet him with a kiss on his lips that he gladly returns. "I'm so pleased to see you baby, come here." He invites you to sit on his lap to talk about your day and keep him company while he finishes his work.

Some minutes later, you are both laughing as Elendil tells you an amusing incident that happened in the building earlier today when his mobile phone goes off. “Oh, I’m sorry, princess, I forgot I was expecting this call. I promise it’ll only take a few minutes, don’t worry,” he apologises before giving you a quick peck on the cheek and answering the call.

There's not much you can do while you're waiting sitting on his lap, so you just stare at him as he talks. He seems very focused looking at his laptop screen as he listens intently to what his interlocutor is saying. He looks so sexy like that, and he's wearing the tie you bought him last week. You remember the way he tied you to the bed with it the day you gave it to him; you lost count of how many times he made you come while holding you still, always demanding one more.

You feel a tingle between your legs at the memory and you squirm on his lap. He looks at you with amusement, as he's well aware of how much you like it when he has you sitting on him like this, with his arm around your waist to hold you tight against him. He squeezes your hip affectionately, in a gesture that says 'be patient and as soon as I'm done you'll have my absolute, undivided attention'.

But the call is taking longer than you expected and you start getting impatient. You feel especially horny today and every passing minute is agony; you need him to touch you. You then decide to act playfully for once, push him to his limit. So you begin to move your hips again, slowly at first, but then you start touching him all over, his face, his hair, his chest, you bring your mouth to his jaw and kiss your way down his neck, then bite and suck him right where you know it drives him insane.

Elendil glances warningly at you, he's starting to find it hard to keep up with the conversation, clearing his throat from time to time and he has to ask his interlocutor to repeat himself. You then position yourself so that you have one of his thighs between your legs and rub yourself against it repeatedly, lifting your skirt to can feel the friction through your underwear, just enough to show Elendil the new lacy panties you’re wearing for him.

It's getting more and more difficult for him to speak, but he reaches his limit when you bring your hand to his crotch, making him let out a soft groan. He's already hard, you're so proud of yourself. “No, I’m... I’m okay, I’m sorry, something came up. I’ll call you later.” Elendil hangs up abruptly and you give him a playful smile, but his gaze is not playful at all. Oh no.

“Get off me and lock the door. Now.” You feel a shudder down your spine when he uttered that last word. He hadn't done anything yet, but now that he's no longer under your control, you begin to regret your actions. You get up and approach the door slowly, locking it as you've been told.

“Come here.” You walk up to him again and you feel your body shaking, maybe with fear, maybe with anticipation, maybe both. “Stop,” he orders you just before you reach him. “Strip. Slowly.” His deep, commanding voice never fails to turn you on even more, you love it when he orders you around like that; you’re so happy to comply. So you move slowly, swaying your hips, touching your body as you take off your clothes, piece by piece, putting on a show for him, as he lays back on his chair.

You can feel his lustful gaze everywhere, especially when you take off your bra and he asks you to play with your tits. “Fuck, baby. Look at you...” And then you turn your back to him and lean forward very, very slowly as you slide your panties down your legs, exposing your already glistening cunt to him.

“Stay like that and put your hands on the desk, love.” So you do, and he moves his chair closer to you, grabs your ass, squeezing it firmly with his large hands, and brings his mouth to your cunt, slipping his tongue between your soaking folds before devouring it hungrily. It is driving you insane. You hear him moan, sending vibrations against your skin. Your legs tremble and you have to rest your forehead against the surface of the desk, not wanting to feel anything but his warm tongue spoiling you and his raspy beard against your folds.

You whine when he pulls his mouth away from your cunt. “Come here, love,” he murmurs as you hear him unbuckle his belt and unzip his trousers. You feel a pressure in your belly as you anticipate how you want to fuck him on his chair, with your back to him, as you've done so many times before. Elendil then guides you onto his cock, one hand on your hip and the other holding his hardness as you slide down the length of his cock. He presses your hips even harder against his pelvis to reach even deeper. “Oh fuck...” He fills you so good.

You grab the arms of the chair to help you rock your hips, but you are unable to do so, as Elendil won't let go of his tight grip on you. You try to move forward, backwards, anything to feel more friction. It's in vain. “Please, baby... I want to fuck you...”

Elendil leans forward so that he can speak directly into your ear. “Do you really think I was going to let you get away with it just like that, hmm?” You feel a shiver run across your skin at the low tone of his voice. “You knew I was on an important call and you decided to behave like a brat even so. Now, be a good girl and stay still while I finish my work.”

Then, Elendil calls back the person he was talking to earlier to continue the previous conversation. Frustration runs through your body; you've been looking forward to having fun with him ever since you walked through the door and now, you're not having any of it. Even worse. You have exactly what you wanted inside you, but you couldn't get the pleasure you were craving.

You try to follow his instructions, but it's too damn hard. His mouth had left you so ready for him, and you can feel him throbbing, sometimes twitching inside you. You can’t help but squirm on his cock. You immediately feel Elendil tugging lightly on your hair and briefly pull the phone away from him.

“Shh, I told you to behave, darling, can’t you do that just for five minutes?” he scolds you and bites your shoulder before resuming his work. That’s not helping you at all.

Minutes pass, but they feel like ages. Now he's sliding his fingers lazily down your naked back, giving you goosebumps, while keeping his focus on the call. You lose it when he moves that hand around your body to reach one of your breasts and caresses it gently, playing with your nipple as if you were just a toy for him to casually play with while his attention is somewhere else. He’s being so unfair.

You’re so horny your hips move again against him involuntarily, so he stops caressing your breasts and moves his hand back to your hip to give it a squeeze of warning. You obey him for a while, but you can’t help but keep squirming on him from time to time, you have no control over your body any longer, and the grip on your flesh becomes tighter and tighter, letting you know he’s far from finishing with you.

You haven't heard a word of the conversation, but you're fully aware of the silence in the office when Elendil finally ends the call. The next thing you hear is his voice, this time aimed at you. “Apparently this doesn't work with you, I’m afraid, but don't worry, I still have some other methods to teach you how to be patient.”

You have no idea what he's going to do next. You feel your own breathing quicken before finding yourself pinned against the desk, your legs practically dangling off it. One of Elendil’s hands holds your head still against the surface, the other one restrains your wrists and holds them behind your back. His cock’s still deep inside you.

Without warning, he starts slamming his pelvis against you, yet you are so wet his cock easily slides inside you and you can't stop the loud moans escaping your lips, he had teased you and made you wait so long the pleasure he’s giving you feels like a first sip of water after hours lost in a desert, it felt heavenly. You won't last long, not long at all if he keeps up his relentless pace.

“Fuck! Please, please... I’m so close...” It is just there, just a few more thrusts... you know it’s going to be an intense one. And just when you feel the pressure in your core is about to be released through your whole body, Elendil removes himself from you.

“No! No no no, please, please, keep going...” you beg desperately, trying to pull your hips back to feel him again.

“I told you, pretty one, I have ways to make you learn patience. Let’s do it again.” And he guides his cock back into you and resumes his thrusts, just as hard as before, hitting right where he knows it drives you insane. You need to cum so badly you try to hide your spams of pleasure from him. But he always knows, and he stops, and you try again, but he keeps stopping, edging you again and again and again.

After countless attempts you just have to give up and take what he gives you, accepting the waves beginning to form in your belly just to feel them abruptly disappear at the very last moment.

When you think you can’t take it anymore, you hear his voice again. “Alright, baby. Are you going to behave now?” he asks, releasing his hand from your head to caress your face and wipe away the tears you had shed in frustration.

“Yes...” you say in almost a whisper.

“What did you say?” You know him well enough to know what he wants you to say.

“Yes, sir.”

“Good girl,” he responds before turning you around and making you lie on your back on the desk, resting your legs on his shoulders. From this position, you can clearly see his lustful eyes and his mischievous grin as he enjoys the mess he’s made out of you, knowing exactly what he's going to put you through next.

He then starts fucking you again, from a different angle this time, but not a less pleasurable one, your laud cries feeling the room once again. You can feel now the fabric of his shirt, slightly rough against your soft skin, the intoxicating scent of his cologne invading your senses, and the soft grip of his hand, now around your neck, pressing just enough to not completely cut your breath, but enough to make you feel his control over you. “Fuck, baby, you love this, don’t you?” he asks with a smirk on his face.

Again you feel your orgasm approaching; this time, you pursue it in the hope that this time he'd let you come. But once again, you let out a long whine of frustration when you hear his words.

“Don’t,” he commands. However, he doesn't stop his thrusts like before, but slows them down just a little. “This time you’re going to hold it, understood? I’ll tell you when you may come.”

What??? You can’t, you just can’t.

“No, please! Please, sir, let me cum, ple-” Your pleas are interrupted when your mouth is filled by two of his fingers.

“That’s not an answer, my dear. Is. That. Understood?” His stern voice almost made you come and disobey him right at that moment, but you manage to fight it back and nod your head as you suck his fingers.

“Alright, let’s try it again.” And he carries on with his brutal pounding once again, playing with your breasts and clit now, forcing you to deny your orgasm yourself. It is unbearable, he’s being so fucking unfair with you. You have to use all your willpower not to come, with tears running down your face and sweat all over your body due to your effort. It seems to you like you've been like this for hours.

“You're doing so well sweetheart. Is there anything you want to say now?” Anything. You’d say anything for him to have mercy on you.

“Please. Sir... I’m begging you, please...” You’re a sobbing mess right now, pleading for release.

“That’s not what I want to hear, baby, try again.”

“I’m so sorry.”

“For what?” His hand on your clit begins to move faster, urging you to speak.

“I’m so sorry for behaving like a brat... oh fuck!!” you cry out when you feel his hand slapping your ass, hard.

“And?” he demands lowering his voice even more.

“I won’t do it again,” you finally manage to say between sobs.

“Good girl.”

“Please, please, sir... I can’t...” you beg, now panting heavily.

“Hold it a bit longer, we’re almost there,” Elendil orders you once more as he keeps rapidly rubbing your clit, torturing you with both his cock and fingers. He leans forward to push your legs a bit and reach even deeper. You can’t take it any longer, you’re going to come and there’s nothing you can do about it. Just when you think you're going to be denied your climax again, you hear the so long desired words.

“Alright, baby, you may come now.” And the pressure you've been building up in your core for so long finally explodes, releasing all over your body, and you come more violently than any other time you can remember. You lose all sense of where you are, not even aware of the screams leaving your lips uncontrollably. Elendil is well aware the whole floor is definitely hearing you, but he doesn't care - in fact, the thought of everyone knowing who's making you scream like this turns him on even more. So he continues his rough ramming into you as you come, and you can barely discern one orgasm from the next. He makes you come over and over again, praising you with every powerful orgasm.

“Look at you. You’re so pretty when you come...”

“Again? Such an insatiable girl, you want more?”

You don’t know how many times he’s pushed you over the edge already. Your whole body feels so sensitive and overstimulated now, but he’s always able to give you more, and you welcome it gladly.

When Elendil is sure that you are so exhausted and sated you won't be able to come any more, he carefully gets you off the table, slowly helps you get on your knees and guides his cock to your mouth. “You did it so well, baby, just one more thing for me...”

You wrap your lips around him almost unconsciously. You feel numb by the intensity of your many orgasms, but you bob your head eagerly. There's few things you like more than pleasing him. "There you go, just like that."

It barely takes him any time to reach his climax. He wanted to teach you patience and deny you your pleasure, but he's also had to deny himself all the time, and he must admit it's been a challenge, so now he just needs to feel your warm, soft tongue sliding along his throbbing cock and the back of your throat against his tip to spill his cum on your tongue and deep inside your mouth, letting out low grunts of pleasure.

He tastes so good in your mouth that you can’t help but moan around his cock as you keep sucking him off; not stopping until you feel no more cum getting out of him. You love the proud look of his face when he sees you swallow it all.

“Fuck baby... well done, such a good girl,” he praises you once more when he sees you run your tongue along the length of his cock to clean off any remaining drops.

As soon as you’re finished, he helps you up and sits you in his chair. He kneels in front of you to cup your face in his hands and carefully look you in the eye to make sure everything's okay. “Are you alright, love?” You nod your head as you smile at him reassuringly.

“It’s been... quite intense and I feel a bit lightheaded, but I’m alright.”

As soon as he hears you say that, he gets up, not before sweetly kissing your forehead and lips, and heads to the minibar to bring you a bottle of water. He opens it for you and helps you take the first sips. “Keep drinking, darling, I’ll be right back.” And you do as he asks as he heads to the restroom and comes out shortly after with a washcloth. He wipes it over your forehead, your face, your neck, absorbing the beads of sweat from your body.

“Feel a bit better?” he asks with concern in his eyes.

“Yes, I feel much better now, thank you, my love.” And he gives you the sweetest smile as he brushes your cheek with the back of his hand.

Suddenly, you remember the reason why Elendil had made you sweat like that. “Elendil, I’m so sorry I distracted you earlier, I don’t know what...” Your quivering voice is cut off by his warm lips on yours, which he tenderly kisses multiple times.

“Don’t worry about that now, princess, you need to rest first. In fact, you should eat something. How about going to that restaurant you mentioned a few days ago? Sounds good?”

Your stomach rumbles at the thought, and your tiredness seems to have vanished as you eagerly get up and begin to get dressed, drawing a beautiful laugh from Elendil, who watches you as if you were the most precious thing in the world.

“I’m so in love with you, sweetheart, you know that, right?” he says staring captivatedly. Your heart melts at his words and you reach up to wrap your arms around him and bury your face in the crook of his neck.

“I love you too, Elendil. I love you so, so much...”

#elendil #elendilf #elendil au #elendil x reader #elendil smut #elendil fanfic #x reader #the rings of power

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polychaeteworm · 8 months

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Here it is, the long awaited pin post (will be edited later)

If I have followed you and you are a dark/horror/goth/traumacore or Saltburn blog, it was @neurotheascars that hit the follow button.

(currently only on mobile)

Hello I'm Orn, I'm the alien system host of a 31 year old human body with 8 alters inside, this is just my blog though. I'm a mixed media artist and I know more mediums then I can remember to count. I give advice compulsively so if you have a weird art supply question my inbox is open and anons are on. I know all about glue, polymer, proper glitter use, and UV colors.

Aro/ace-spec, into men as a man and women as a women.

I'm also a green wizard and I've been doing weird art based magic for about 11 years

On this blog you'll find a nice mixed bag of the following: Precambrian explosion and Paleo fun, speculative biology, green magic and experimental occult content, 420 weed posting, plants, pendantic info dumps, artwork(both mine and not), web 1.0 tech nostalgia and autism/did/disability content!

I was formally diagnosed with the demand avoidant flavor of ASD when I was 7 and can't live alone but remain very independent in spite of my support needs. I have lots of trouble wording things and as an alter I've become hyper verbal out of a fear of being misinterpreted. ABA therapy abused my system into having a pretty convincing mask so Sorry Not Sorry but I am a living breathing wall of text in this space.

Other bs I deal with- DID, hypermobility, fibromyalgia, dyspraxia, low vision/legal blindness, irlen syndrome, complex synesthesia, hyperphantasia, and really uncontrolled maladaptive daydreaming

I grow cannabis in a legal state and use it to treat my various issues.

I am posic and objectum about plants and old technology and that is liable to come out a lot on this blog. I currently have a courting/platonic relationship with a Philodendron Solleum Named Basaran and a committed platonic partnership with a large MFC office printer named Leviathan. I've had several committed romantic relationships with older computers, but currently don't have an alive and well computer partner.

Other blogs I'm connected to:

My irl human(dog) partner is @guromechanical TW: don't go here if you're not fucked in the head 18+

@neurotheascars Saira's side blog, trauma holding alter, goth aesthetics and vent posts. TW for traumacore, unreality and blood/SH specifically. If you are a Saltburn, traumacore, or otherwise dark gothic blog it is most likely Saira that has followed you.

If Saira is co-fronting or informing a post here, it will be tagged with ⚔️

Saira has more severe difficulty with communicating and needs a bit more patience than me.

Finally:

Some things about interacting with me:

I sometimes struggle to reply to people in a timely manner, but you can always poke me for a response.

I never ask bad faith questions or make bad faith assumptions. I'm a safe person to talk to if you struggle to understand language because I have alters that struggle like that. If I'm not understanding something, an analogy usually helps.

I practice kindness and I will match your energy. I am a high empathy autistic and this means the worst name I'm gonna call anyone is an asshole and asshole is a title that is temporary and fleeting because even the humans I hate are humans who are alive and make mistakes. I dislike making people feel bad so I do not hurl insults. If you give me anon hate I'm just gonna wish you well. Anger is born of pain, even if misplaced. I receive rage like a wall, so don't bruise your fists on me please.

I try not to follow minors but if I have followed you for any reason and you don't want me to follow you just lemme know and I'll comply. No issues.

I prefer minors to not follow me, but reblogging @ing, hearting, ect is totally fine.

#pinned post #about #orn rambles

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scopop08 · 1 year

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Started vault hunters, and I was inspired by @theminecraftbee to write out some vault logs to keep me playing! (Because I am so lost. I have no idea what to do in the slightest) (if you don't want to be tagged just let me know!)

Buckle in for the back half of completely unexplained oc/persona lore. I'm writing it as if it's an audio log so I'm going to try and style it like auto-generated captions!

The littlest bit of context: This Scopop (5C0) is a robot built to imitate the actual Scopop, who died a couple hundred years prior to this audio log. Due to an accident, 5C0 recently reactivated and found himself server hopping with increasingly large gaps in his memory and a sense of dread about his identity he can't seem to shake

SERVER LOG - ENTRY 0001

MODEL 5C0 - REBOOT INITIATED

MODEM CONNECTION SEARCH INITIATED:

| MODEM IS DISCONNECTED. PREPARING TO PROCESS MULTIPLE RESTART ATTEMPTS |

MODEM DISCONNECT - MODEM DISCONNECT - MODEM DISCONNECT - MODEM DISCONNECT - MODEM CONNECTION FOUND. PREPARING TO CONNECT.

deBug.Log("Connection Found! Preparing To Enter Server!");

CONNECTED - PRIMARY MOBILITY=> BEGIN ACTIVATION - SECONDARY MOBILITY=> BEGIN ACTIVATION - OPTICAL UNITS => BEGIN ACTIVATION - INTERNAL TEMPERATURE SELF REGULATION=> BEGIN ACTIVATION - PROCESSING AND MEMORY STORAGE => BEGIN ACTIVATION

CODE REALIGNMENT COMPLETED, ALL ACTIVATION SEQUENCES PROCESSED

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SERVER LOG - ENTRY 0002

0002

00:00 ●──────────────── 4:34

⇆ ◁ㅤㅤ❚❚ㅤㅤ▷

( THE FOLLOWING IS TRANSCRIBED FROM AUDIO RECORDING "0002" WITHIN THE PLAYER-SERVER-LOG SYSTEM )

Okay... Uh, do I know how... Yeah... (Shuffling) And there we go! We are recording! Here I am, your wonderful host, and this... Is the server!

Oh.

We aren't recording video. Awesome. Okay. Uh. Remember to edit this part out later. Actually I'm just going to... Yeah I'm gonna stop it and try again. Give me a sec.

...

We're back up! Okay, log entry número uno. Okay. Uh... Sorry, I'm trying to think of what I want to, I don't know, log.

Oh! It seems like before I got access- well, technically- the server was just recording my activation sequences. That was actually número uno. I'll try and wipe it later since there's about a billion pages of shit. You know, new server, code realignment and all that. First time doing it as- first time in a while I've server hopped, but feelings still the same I think. Nothing like the warm welcome of passing out and falling flat on your face at spawn. And, uh, speaking of the server, I have approximately zero idea where I am! That's a good thing to note. Absolutely no clue. Nothing except the book at spawn tells me where I got dumped, and even that's just a server name. 'Vault Hunters'. Or a pack name? It doesn't seem like a server, really. I think I'm completely alone.

Lots of new stuff here. Biomes, animals... Ores mostly. Almost made me have another system shutdown because I couldn't turn it back to manual when it was freaking out. Got pockets full of it now, and a nice little house going. Nothing with the mods. I don't know if I could deal with any of that stuff. (laughter) ... (Sigh) The only thing I'm missing is a roof, because I can't find enough copper. Admin knows you need help when you're getting drenched and the thing you're desperately wishing for is copper.

...This, uh, server seems to have completely rewired- Changed my code from the last one, though, so I do have to find things to eat. Er- yeah. Not so bad, I've already started up a wheat farm, and there's tons of sheep around here. Something about that last bit feels weird, but everything feels weird and if I knew why I would've already fixed it. Not like I know much of anything at this point.

(Sharp exhale) Okay, uh, no more melodramatics. I'm already talking to myself in an empty house, let's not make it any worse. I'm... gonna start digging though my chests. Get a basic inventory of everything I've got, and type it under this if I think anything seems important. Also a goal- Try and download some info about this server so I'm not completely in the dark. Before that, though, I have to fix my interface from when that creeper blew right the fuck up in my face. Respawn didn't want to fix that one. I guess because it's more of a mechanical or aesthetic problem than a functional one. But it still sucks. I had to loot my own corpse, by the way. Which was awesome. Glad this server lets you see your own dead body on the ground and makes you pick up your stuff from it. Not existential crisis inducing at all. But yeah- back on track.

Here's my list of goals. Uno, sort my stuff, find what I think is important. Dos, read the book I got at spawn over a couple more times. Doesn't help because it's more like a glossary than anything but maybe it'll finally get through my thick skull. (Metallic clang) (sharp inhale). Right. Uh. Tres, fix my interface and download the crafting recipes at least. Give me some idea of what's happening here.

(Shuffling) (Chair briefly drawing across the floor)

Alright. Goodnight Chicago, thank you for tuning in to the podcast. I'll catch you next episode. And next episode is when anything important happens or I figure something out. And Chicago is me in the future listening to this. Hi me. Anyway. Ending it now. Goodb-

( END OF TRANSCRIPT )

USER INPUT:

List of important things: dimensional crystal (o smth close to that i forgot), 2 dias. Nothing else seems important. Check back later. i keep finding vases in the caves n they might have smth cool

( PLAYER-SERVER-LOG 0002 END )

I'll get into actual vault hunters stuff in the next one, I just wanted to have fun with this one, setting it up and seeing how I would want to write it!

#honestly this is just for me to get back into writing stuff in an easy way and fun style #i know its long- i promise no one who sees this is required to read it #also sorry if the writing style is really weird #im trying to make it seem more like a transcribed audio log than a journal #it might work and it might not ill change it later if I dont like it #sco drabble

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