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thetypewriterdaily · 8 months

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don’t hold back 🕸️🫧🦋

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#words #artist #spilled ink #art journal #journaling #feelings #mental health #healing #mine #comic #holding back #letting go

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selfhealingmoments · 2 months

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sleepingelvhen · 2 months

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Don't Go Insane [NSFW]

🌹 Based on part of the song "Don't Go Insane" by DPR IAN 🌹

(I'm pretty sure everyone knows the part I'm talking about <3)

MASTERLIST

Minors DO NOT interact

[Content: Implied Fem Reader, Teasing, Restraint, Hair-pulling, Light NSFW]

Seeing Al-Haitham struggle to show restraint was a gift and one you didn’t think you’d ever get to see. Especially in such a public space such as a library. One arm fixed above your head, hand curled into a fist as he pressed himself into the bookshelf, his body large and tall, hiding you from the world. It made you feel impossibly small, especially with how he was staring down at you.

In his other hand he gripped one of his books, one he had previously been preoccupied in until you decided to tease him. And maybe you had gone too far, and maybe you thought he was pissed, and maybe he was. Except the way his eyes were lowered, the way his nose flared and the way he sucked in a sharp breath through his teeth, it felt like something else.

No emotion was evident upon his face, the perfect picture of a stern scholar as always, but there was something. Something in the way he angled his body to keep you caged, how he had leaned closer but hesitated, his arms tensed as his eyes flickered between your face and your body and the book he seemed completely disinterested in now.

It was only natural to lean forward too, your faces so close, his mouth letting out a shuddering breath as he pulled away slightly but still never moving away. Like he was trying so hard to avoid your mouth, your lips, how they teased and enticed him. Were you even aware of what you did to him? Did you even know how hard it was not to do something he’d regret?

But you kept onward anyway, your head cocked to the side in mischievous intent. Your lips curled as you leaned even closer, teeth shimmering as he pulled back again and yet found himself leaning forward in which you mimicked his previous action. You were pushing and pulling him as if he were a puppet, making him want more, trying to get him to stop hesitating. He gritted his teeth, shutting his eyes, his body naturally stepping closer to you, pinning you against the wall. A small obscene word left his breath in a whisper, once more gazing down at your figure. How would you feel in his hands? How would you feel wrapped around–

Al-Haitham stepped back a little, pulling his arm away from you to cover his mouth, taking deep breaths to calm himself down. He set his book aside, turning away from you completely, his body shivering with each breath.

But before he could leave you placed your hand on his back, stopping him. The way his body stiffened, how soft your hands felt through his clothes which were starting to feel a little too warm.

And he was turning back to you, stepping forward in confident strides, watching you dangerously as you backed away into the wall. His hands pressed by your head, his face leaning down so close to your face, lips inches away from yours. You could hear his heavy breathing, a soft noise in the back of his throat, a warning to himself to stop now.

“What are you doing to me?” He murmured, one hand sliding down the wall to stroke your hair, his fingers gliding along your jaw before gripping your scalp.

Your soft moan made his eyes widen. He shut his eyes tightly and shook his head, as if resisting some sort of thought. A war in his mind. A war he was losing. And he was only losing himself faster when your hands slid up his chest, fingers grazing his body to wrap around his neck.

The grip he had in your hair only tightened, and his face found its way to your throat, hot breath blanketing your skin, followed by his tongue darting out and licking upwards. Slow and languid, his tongue pressed into your throat, its wetness dragging up in a stripe, dragging another soft moan from your lips.

You could feel him shudder, his breath coming out in soft pants and gasps. He cursed under his breath, pulling his lips away from you, his hand slowly releasing your hair.

“Don’t stop,” you whispered, grasping his arm as it pulled away, guiding it back to you. You swore his pupils dilated, maybe the last piece of the puzzle he needed to fully give in to temptation.

He didn’t need more than your confirmation. Lips met your throat, sucking at the supple skin, his fingers digging into your hair, pushing you into his mouth as he kissed and suckled and bit each sensitive spot of your neck, pulling away from each moment with a soft moan of his own before diving back in.

His leg pushed forward, knee parting your legs to rub against your clothed cunt. You could feel him grin against your neck when your moan heightened in a squeal. With a click of his tongue, he shook his head, glaring at you.

“You should learn restraint, you will need to be quiet.” Then his lips captured your own, his arms lifting your thighs to press his waist into you. Desperation in every move, and all caution thrown to the wind.

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dhoklaaminoacid · 5 months

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#andrea gibson #sigh #its been so long since I've had a sincere deep conversation w someone #where none of us are trying to flirt or say the right things #holding back #not revealing too much #not talking with some ulterior motive #i really wanna do this rn #a sincere conversation with comfortable silences i dont need to fill with my laugh #AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

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euphorictruths · 2 years

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novankenn · 4 months

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Holding Back

Chapter Three (1/4)

/== Chapter List ===/

“Combatants, are you ready?” Glynda called out.

“Yes.” Cardin and Jaune replied.

“This match will continue until one of you is rendered unconscious, OR I declare the match over. Understood?”

“Yes.” They both replied again.

“Then… begin!”

“Time for a dirt nap, Jauney-boy!” Cardin yelled out as he charged forward, his mace chambered for a two-handed swing.

Jaune charged forward in response, his eyes sharp and focused. His mind was running through options, planning out attacks and counters. Lining up his plan, and it would begin in just a couple seconds.

“Good night Jauney!” Cardin cackled as he swung, aiming his massive weapon for the center of Jaune’s body. The malicious grin on his face, vanished when Jaune threw himself backwards, almost bending his body in half, avoiding Cardin’s attack.

Cardin staggered back, almost loosing his grip on Executioner, when Jaune’s heel slammed into the underside of his chin. Before he could register the movement, pain blossomed upside of his head, and then his chest, before once again suffering another stiff hit to the jaw.

Cardin and Jaune’s peers watched in silence. Jaune had avoided Cardin’s attack and countered but driving his heel up into his jaw, and before Cardin could recover, Jaune had completed a handspring back to his feet and was suddenly in the air. One foot caught Cardin upside the head, the other was driven into his chest plate and used as a pivot for Jaune to bring his other foot around and driving his heel into the side of Cardin’s jaw.

Jaune once again used his hands to vault back into the air, landing a short distance away. He snarled before rushing forward, towards his stunned target. Cardin felt loopy, but he was by far not out of this fight yet. Growling, he thrust his weapon forward and ignited the dust crystal contained in the head.

“JAUNE!” Pyrrha screamed as the explosive release of the fire dust crystal caught Jaune in mid-charge. Yang had to grab Pyrrha to keep her from rushing to the ring as Jaune’s body rolled through the dirt. “Let me go!”

“Pyrrha you can’t!”

“He’s getting hurt!”

“If you interfere, he loses, and Cardin wins.”

“But…”

“Ready to give it up, Arc?” Cardin snapped as he made a move to replace the expended crystal, while eyeing the slowly rising form of his opponent.

“You wish.” Jaune snarled, before racing forward, catching Cardin flatfooted. Cardin fumbled the crystal, dropping it to the floor when he tried to rush slotting it in, as Jaune closed. Ignoring the dropped hunk of dust, Cardin moved to intercept Jaune with just his mace.

“What the?” Cardin and everyone were stunned as Jaune jumped forward at Cardin, grabbed hold of the haft of Executioner, before shoving off and sailing high into the air. Cardin whipped around, expecting Jaune to be standing behind him. “What the?”

“Cardin above you!” Russel yelled.

Cardin with a puzzled look on his face turned his attention up and was stunned. Jaune was perched against the wall, high above the sparing ring. The cracking of stone echoed about the massive room, as Jaune was once again airborne. Cardin brought his weapon up in an attempt to defend, but was too slow in his reaction. Jaune caught Cardin’s head between his thighs, his momentum and weight taking the armored young man off his feet.

The other students, in fact even Professor Goodwitch winced at the sound of Cardin’s head impacting the floor. Jaune rolled with his momentum and flipped back to his feet. Cardin rolled to his side, and slowly got to his knees. Jaune just watched and waited.

“I’m calling this spar…”

“NO!” Cardin snapped, cutting off professor Goodwitch, as he rose to his feet. “I’m not done yet!”

“You are in no… Mr Arc!”

Jaune was moving before anyone could stop him. Cardin proving that he was as tough as a brick building steadied himself and moved forward throwing a wild haymaker. Jaune rolled around it, dropping low to the floor. The sound of cracking stone resounded around the room, as Jaune’s feet rocketed up and into Cardin’s exposed jaw. They alternated striking for about three hits each, before Jaune hooked Cardin’s neck between crossed feet.

“This spar is OVER!” Glynda yelled as Jaune pushed off the floor, and twisted his body to haul Cardin off his feet and send him careening across the floor. “ENOUGH!”

Silence reigned as Professor Goodwitch rushed past Jaune to check on Cardin. Jaune just stood there, waiting and ready to react. Glynda pulled out her scroll and made a call, before giving Jaune a very hard glare.

“Mr Arc to my office NOW! Everyone else who is NOT team CRDL you are excused!”

As the students began to file out of the class, Pyrrha pulled away and made her way towards Jaune. She ignored the looks the Professor was giving her, and those of CRDL, though she did hope Cardin wasn’t seriously injured. She stopped next to Jaune and helped him unbind his hands.

“Pyrrha?”

“I’m your partner. I’m not leaving your side.”

/=====/ A/N There are still three more parts for Chapter 3 to be complete... but I've been meaning to get the fight written since forever... so here it is...

If there is anything I can do to make it better... feel free to let me know.

#holding back #rwby #shadow skill - anime #jaune arc #pyrrha nikos #yang xiao long #saphron cotta arc #jaune's got skills

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whumpypepsigal · 2 years

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Whumptober 2022 | No. 14: DIE A HERO OR LIVE LONG ENOUGH TO BECOME A VILLAIN

desperate measures | failed escape | “i’ll be right behind you.”

Vampire Academy s01e08: “What are you doing here?” — “I'm here to beat some sense into you.”

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memories-beneath-the-skin · 10 months

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If it is going to rain

I want to experience every drop

Nature's gift from above

Invisible nourishment impacting upon my flesh

Steaming down my face

Lifting my arms to the heavens

Taste its flavor on my lips

Not experience it from under an umbrella

Restrained and excluded

#writers on tumblr #poems and poetry #writerscommunity #writing #original writing #writerscorner #writers and poets #short poem #prose #poetry #poem #spilled ink #spilled thoughts #spilled writing #spilled words #Holding back

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promptsforyourwhumpfic · 2 years

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Whump Prompt #899

Submitted by Anon - thanks!

When a whumpee is in a hospital room or a dangerous situation and their close friend or partner has to be held back to keep them from running to the whumpee…

#an oldie but goodie #:)#ideas #writing #prompts #hopsital #emergency #angst #holding back #frustration

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heartofmuse · 2 years

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Sometimes I go far away just so I can run back into your arms. Sometimes I want to feel this nothing so I can then fill it with your presence. Sometimes I don't want to speak, so the words unsaid rest in my mouth, and become even sweeter with time. Sometimes I close my fists and contain the caresses in my hands so they can become wild spirited steeds waiting to be freed. Sometimes I bite my lips and let this desire to kiss you bloom as silent crimson rose, fragrant with desire. Sometimes I clench my thighs and make my belly a hot dam that overflows with rivers that long to break free and quench you. And so, here I await for you to come and release me into your flesh and unleash me into your soul.

e.v.e.

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momentsbeforemass · 2 years

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Like a child

(for M., who’s carrying a lot of stuff)

“Christianity should have an age limit.”

When I heard this, I asked the speaker what they meant.

The response I got was that Christianity is fine for children, but that it’s not an “adult religion.” Because it requires you to hold yourself back.

If you’re going to keep believing, you can’t be emotionally mature. You have to dumb down.

And today’s Gospel was given as proof that Christianity is supposed to hold people back,

“Unless you turn and become like children, you will not enter the Kingdom of heaven. Whoever becomes humble like this child is the greatest in the Kingdom of heaven.”

Is that right? Is that what Jesus is asking us to do? Do you have to keep yourself emotionally and intellectually immature, if you want to keep your faith?

Of course not.

A moment’s reflection and you realize that this was said by someone who doesn’t have children. Much less any understanding of children.

In asking us to be humble like a child, Jesus isn’t asking us to stunt our growth. Jesus isn’t asking us not to live to our full potential.

Who do you think gave us that potential in the first place?

So what is Jesus asking us to do, to be humble like a child? St. Jerome nails it,

“Just as a child does not persist in anger, does not long remember injury suffered, …does not think one thing and say another, so you too, unless you have similar innocence and purity of mind, will not be able to enter the kingdom of heaven.”

Becoming humble like a child isn’t about holding back. Or dumbing down. It’s about dropping our “adult” baggage.

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#Baggage #Humble #God #Jesus #Catholic #Christian #Church #Childlike #Dumb down #Holding Back #St. Jerome #Moments Before Mass

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rabideyeartist · 5 months

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1000 Tiny Magnets Show #455: November 10, 2023

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its-all-coming-back-to-meme-now · 2 years

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#love #love quotes #life quotes #relationship quotes #reciprocation #if they want you they will show it #if they wanted to they would #if they want to they will #actions #holding back

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euphorictruths · 2 years

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ghosttotheparty · 1 year

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the epilogue for love me softly is currently almost 3k words and good god i wanna spoil it hhhhhhhh

#holding back #love me softly #steddie

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novankenn · 10 months

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Holding Back

Chapter One (7/7) (433 Words)

/== Chapter List ===/

Yang and Pyrrha followed Jaune into JNPR's dorm. Pyrrha gave Ren and Nora a pleading look, and the pair got the message. They exited the room without a word of complaint; more than likely heading to RWBY's dorm. Jaune had said nothing to the pair, aside from asking them to follow him into the dorm. They watched him more to his night stand, and pick up his scroll. They could see him opening his contact list.

“You want to know why I don't use my skills?”

“I would help us understand.” Pyrrha replied, “I'll still train with you, Jaune regardless. We just want to understand.”

“Yang?” Jaune asked.

“You're good, Jaune, and it seems like a waste to me for you to struggle to hold back.” Yang answered, “But like P-money said. We just want to understand. That's all.”

“The reasons I don't use Shadow Skill...” the pair each took in a sharp breath, as Jaune's own words confirmed what Doctor Oobleck had surmised. “You all know I want to help people. I want to live up to the legacy of the Arc name. Be a hero, defend those who can't defend themselves. Shadow Skill is not that...plus...”

“Plus?” Pyrrha hazarded to speak up.

“I ran from home to join Beacon. I never told my family I was coming here. You know this as well... but because of this... I have no right to use Shadow Skill in combat... I don't have permission.” Jaune looked at his scroll for a moment, before turning to face Pyrrha and Yang and tossing his scroll towards them. “Call my mom. She's the top contact.”

“Why?” asked Yang, “Why do you want us to speak to your family?”

“This is in part your fault.” Jaune gave his two friends a look. “You'll own up to it, by telling my mother... then depending on how she takes the news that I've been outed... I'll make the request... or”

“Or?” Pyrrha asked in fear that she knew the answer to her own question.

“I leave Beacon and return home.”

Pyrrha and Yang looked at each other, having a silent conversation, before both nodding. Yang held up the scroll and hit the call button. The video call took a few minutes to connect, and the blond haired woman who was obviously Jaune's mother appeared on the screen.

“Jaun...” blue eyes narrowed as the woman obviously saw that it was not her son on the other end of the call. Her voice turned instantly from cheerful and relieved to venomous. “Why do you have Jaune's scroll? WHERE is my son?”

#rwby #jaune arc #pyrrha nikos #saphron cotta arc #shadow skill - anime #jaune's got skills #holding back

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