I’m Gonna Try

body language masterlist

a translator that doesn’t eat ass like google translate does

a reverse dictionary for when ur brain freezes

550 words to say instead of fuckin said

638 character traits for when ur brain freezes again

tags: NSFW, MDNI, established relationship River Ward, Johnny Silverhand: Resident Cockblock™, non-canon background of River/Panam/Joss/Saul, pregnancy talk, br33ding kink/mention/actions, in heat mention/action, cumplay, mating press, wrap it before you tap it psa, double orgasm, doggy style, cervix mention, pillow talk, creampie

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synopsis: Panam tells you something about boyfriend River you're sure you'd never noticed before.

a/n: y'all ever watch reservation dogs? i got this idea from that because the man mentioned with that line looked like riv...also, absolutely feral feminine urge to climb through my television to sex this man

Next time you’re watching any news show or political coverage see how many of these you can spot:

Quick rundown of each propaganda technique:

• Glittering Generalities: Using vague, emotionally appealing words (like “freedom” or “justice”) that sound good but lack specific meaning.

• Transfer: Associating a person, idea, or product with something already respected or disliked (like using a flag, religion, or celebrity image) to carry over those feelings.

• Name-Calling: Attaching negative labels to an opponent or idea to create fear or distrust without real evidence.

• Card-Stacking: Presenting only positive information for one side and leaving out or distorting the negatives.

• Testimonial: Having a famous or respected person endorse an idea, product, or cause.

• Plain Folks: Presenting the speaker as an “ordinary” person to seem relatable and trustworthy.

And Happy 75th Anniversary to The Lion, The Witch, and the Wardrobe

Thank you, C. S. Lewis for making my childhood magical.

Really. Not pretending, not because they were insecure. True, empathic. Far too understanding for children their age. They all have music in them.

Peter’s hands feel too small for him, but he shakes hands all the same. Gentle pressure. There is nobility behind those eyes. Eyes that always border on the supernatural sort of blue, especially in the dark.

He plays the guitar, gently coaxing otherworldly sounds out of an instrument that did not know it could be played like that. He helps his siblings with their homework, is taller much faster than his peers. Seems to take up more space, even though no one understands how a teenage boy manages that.

He doesn’t like doing nothing, ever. He instructs his classmates in grammar, gives away figures he cuts from wood with a knife that seems too sharp for a boy that small. He never hurts himself, though.

As the years pass, Peter grows strong. But he is gentle. He does not seem to be brash, even when many of his friends are. Peter keeps his emotions in check. Noble. Not undangerous, but not belligerent. Peter only ends fights, and only with people that deserve it.

He offers advice, a pat on the back. Teachers wanna dislike him, some do not like the look behind those eyes. Most find they cannot. Peter is popular with both adults and children, speaks sense and laughs often.

Peter is kind. Pious, devout. His faith is unmovable like rock. Did the kids meet God on the estate of their uncle?

Edmund plays the violin. A sad Edmund is a rare sight, but when he plays sad he can keep his whole floor awake. Somehow, Peter always finds him quickly, effortlessly attuned to his brother’s moods. They play chess, then. Their chess master must have been a champion, Ed beats people with ease. He’s usually not smug about it.

Ed speaks politics and war in earnest, accepts critique graciously, is elegant in a way Peter never manages. Peter speaks frankly, but Edmund can wrap words up real nice. He doesn’t mince words, but his classmates grow into liking the sound of his voice. They appreciate that Edmund does not lie, even when speaking tactfully. Edmund can dial the temperature in a room, change it to suit himself.

He, too, laughs often, but Edmund is known to smirk. He likes being right and he often is. He’ll entertain anyone with a good story, always seems to have the right information to help you out. Remedies to illness, connections, job openings, how to sneak out of PE.

He’s a spider in a web. A bit reserved for a 11 year old, and oddly well-connected. A real ghost when he wants to be, but he never scares people with it.

Aslan would not approve of that. He believes in God as well, but much more intellectually. He’s got the intelligence to back it up and wit to match. A scholarly belief, but not lacking conviction.

Teachers like his enthousiasm, remember a moody nagging child when he left and see a secure young man come back.

Edmund will stand up for what is right. He gets into some trouble like that, but his verbal agility saves him always. Edmund has strong principles and will not bend them for anyone. No matter the trouble he gets in.

The bond with his brother is unbreakable. They even walk the same, chest out, left hand on their belt. They seem most at ease when fencing.

Susan was always warm and tenderhearted, but when she comes back there is a difference.

She seems to have gained authority. It’s real strange watching a 13-year old use her beauty like a grown woman, but Susan has learned to wield it, to stun people so she can creep under their skin. People LISTEN to her now.

Her wit is like a knife, but she avoids cutting deep. Susan is reasonable, and strong, and principled. The little drama others get involved in does not bother her, and she seems immune to petty insults. She has killed before, with her hands.

She will do it with kindness now. She is not very approachable ( that would be Lucy ), but she is kind. She used to mother over her brothers and sisters, but now that they have raised each other in a court full of magic she has gotten more relaxed. They listen to her on important issues, trust in her judgement. Her brothers does not deem himself more important, she is both well-spoken and well-respected by her siblings. Equal. It baffles the old men that teach her. Irritates them, too.

There is an air of mystery around her. Half a look is enough to get what she wants, Susan’s friends laud her security in herself, her Mona Lisa smile. She seems to temper moods easily, makes people feel at ease.

She most of everyone exudes royalty. It’s the grace. Susan plays the harp, her long fingers dancing across the strings like she’s had a lifetime of practice. She’s elegant, never caught off guard. Jamais faux pas.

She does not get angry. She knows who she will be. She is anxious to become an adult, yes, but she only wishes to look how she feels. Not to look differently. Yet the wish to be taken seriously, to have someone see you as an adult, it makes her surprisingly similar to her peers.

Her friends have not been old yet, is all. But Susan is calm and collected. People see her as someone you can tell a secret to. She never hurts someone, is usually a neutral party, speaks sense to adult and kids alike. She is not ignorant, however, will use every trick in the book to keep the peace. She knows when to go nuclear. Vis pacem para bellum.

Lucy is a sun in human form. She has a joie de vivre that is unmatched, is gay and golden-haired and never in a bad mood.

Lucy is kind by default, does not turn it off, does not turn it down. She’s witty and funny and quick on her feet. She has been grown before, yes, but enjoys being young for a few years more. She dances, sings old tunes. Her voice is her favorite instrument, you can usually hear Lucy coming.

Whistling a tune in the halls is known to improve the moods of everyone who hears it immensely. Young girls need to figure out who they are, but Lucy knows, knows what she’ll be and who she likes and what kind of people she wants to be around. She is not pretending, never moody. She can get sad, of course, but her older brothers and sister are always nearby when that happens.

Lucy is genuine and fierce and convinced, immovable at times. Admired for her drive, but respected for her empathy. She speaks to everyone, often distributes flowers. There’s no naivite in her at all, she simply wishes to be like this so that the world may imitate her. She likes to see people prosper, is the first with praise.

She will go far, is the consensus. There’s steel beneath the soft exterior, Lucy has fire below the flowers. She’s well-liked and well-loved. She has love in spades, it seems, animals and stragglers and misfits and outcasts. She’s popular, her room is a good place to get a cup of tea and someone who will listen to you for some time. After a while she no longer bothers with the door.

That a heart that size fits in a girl that small is a mystery to many. Lucy does not think it is a mystery at all. It is the heart of a lion.

Her faith is as vocal as the rest of her, she sees it confirmed in all that is beautiful, all that is kind. She never tries to convert anyone but there are several people who have told her that version of God is someone they would like to know.

The Pevensies often see each other at parties, where they like to stand together. Edmund knows about everyone, everyone knows Peter, everyone likes Susan, but it is Lucy who knows everyone.

They are kind, but not weak. Peter gets his knuckles bloody sometimes, Edmund does not abide by the rules of unjust teachers. Susan and Lucy solve their problems differently but no less effective. Kindness is their usual way of operating, but they are still kings and queens. They will not allow cruelty, will not let bullies go unpunished.

They are sure of what they are and sure of what comes after death and this makes them kind. Kind , not harmless. Kind, not spineless. Kind, not ignorant. Kind, not naive.

Kind despite. Maybe kind because. The kings and queens of Narnia are proud of what they are, honour the teachings of their lion friend. Kind.

18+ MDNI: smut one-shot, p in v, intoxicated sex with consent checks, desperate needy miguel, non-spiderman workaholic miguel, miguel needs a hug, miguel is grumpy and socially inept, aftercare included.

working as one of the top researchers at alchemx means constantly clocking in overtime hours and even sleeping at the office sometimes. so when you finally have a friday night off, you like to unwind by taking a nice long bath accompanied by your favorite scented candle and tv show.

you feel the tension leave your body as you descend into the scalding hot water. a relieved sigh leaves you. it’s so relaxing it almost makes you forget the HR violation of an argument you had with miguel today. unfortunately, you would need a vacation in the maldives to forget that.

miguel o’hara, your over six foot tall walking irritation of a coworker and a massive pain in your ass. can’t he ever just agree? at this point you’ve given up on him agreeing with you, as long as he shuts the hell up. maybe the reason why he acts like he has a stick up his ass is because he needs to get laid. the guy actually lived, ate, and breathed his work. god, thinking of him was bringing your headache back.

the thing is, miguel rarely yells at you even when you guys are fighting. he just acts like an ass in a condescending and rude manner.

- “what do you mean you can’t find the file? do i have to tie your shoes for you too?”

- “did you double check your math? did you triple check it? por dios, they’ll really give anyone a phd these days.”

- “if you find me so irritating then quit. i’m not here to babysit.”

Today was a different story. your usual banter evolved into a full argument that left you both huffing at each other. it started when he barged into your office rambling about a missing data set.

“miguel why can’t you just be fucking civil for once!?” you yell.

“oh, IM the one who isn’t acting civil? you fucked up the file transfer and now we’re missing a set of data. god, you’re impossible to work with.”

“i haven’t even deleted the old files yet! i can just look through them and find the missing one! holy shit get off my ass! i’m not impossible to work with, you’re just socially inept. if you weren’t such a pain in the ass maybe you’d actually have friends and be in fucking a relationship!”

that last part shuts him up. his gaze shifts to the window as his shoulders drop. when his eyes shift back to you, he sees the smug smile on your face. oh you hit him right where it hurt.

“fucking whatever. just re-send all the files in the proper order by the end of the work day. IT is doing maintenance so send it before everyone gets off at 6 PM” he huffs as he leaves your office.

as you replay the argument in your head, you feel a little bad. maybe you shouldn’t have brought his personal life into this. it’s not entirely his fault he’s socially inept. the genius miguel o’hara graduated with his phd at age 24, much earlier than all his peers. he was always ahead of his class, meaning he didn’t have anyone his age to socialize with. he grew up spending his time in the library and the gym mostly by himself. despite you guys being the same age, he worked at alchemx for years before you joined. the worst part is, you were really excited to meet him when you first entered alchemx. working with someone your age in this field isn’t common. your other colleagues have also mentioned the similar interests you and miguel would share, but friendly conversation never played out. your retort seemed to really hit a nerve. maybe you should-

RINGGG RINGGG RINNGG-

“heyyy y/n.”

“peter b, why are you calling me on a friday night when we don’t have work?”

“ummm… so, crazy question, do you happen to live close to the bar on 6th street?”

“why?”

“i might’ve gotten a call from the owner on miguel’s phone asking me to go get him. apparently he had too much to drink, and they cut him off already. see, if it were any other time i would go get him, but me and MJ are on a date right now near the beach.”

miguel? drunk? alone? what the hell was he thinking? and why would YOU be the one to go get him?

“peter-”

“I KNOW how you feel about miguel, but c’mon. just do a favor as a coworker. you’ll get to hold this over him for at least a month. please please please i’m begging you.”

you can feel his puppy eyes through the phone. with a sigh, you lift yourself out of the bathtub and get dressed.

when you walk in, you spot his extra large body slumped over the bar with his face on the table buried in his arms. how the hell were you gonna get this behemoth of a man out of here?

“alright big guy, time to go” you say as you lean over him.

he lifts his head up groggily. his eyes are glossy, hair messy, with a deep blush spread across his cheeks. “y/n?” he mumbles as he looks up at you. “what… what are you doing here?” he rasps out.

. ba-bum .

your heart skips a beat. miguel always looked put together. his hair tidy, face stern, and he practically lived in his lab coat. seeing him now in a casual sweatshirt and jeans is already jarring, but the way his guard is fully down - its cute.

“what do you think i’m doing? i’m babysitting” you brush off with a smile. “time to go home o’hara, c’mon hold on” you say as you sling his arm over your shoulders.

“i’m-mhf fine. i can walk jus fine” he says as he slurs his words. god, he’s heavy.

“alright less talking more walking.”

he manages to give his address to the cab driver as you buckle him in. the car ride is quiet. he occasionally groans and shifts his body to rest more comfortably against the door. you eyes drift over to him every couple of seconds. you never get to really look at him at work. you’re too focused during team leader meetings and too pissed off when you guys are fighting. besides, he’d never shut up about it if he caught you staring at him like this. the city lights are reflecting off his dark skin in a mesmerizing way. his head is thrown back, eyes shut, jaw clenched. his nose is tall and structured. his eyes are deep set, and you can really see how long his lashes are with his eyes closed. when he’s not yelling or being so uptight he looks constipated, he’s actually… pretty. his neck is so muscular and defined. what would it feel like to-

“we’re here” the cab driver says.

the hell? when did the car stop moving?

the walk to the elevator was grueling. he’s more sober now, but he would stumble over himself without you to help him.

“i’m fine.” he grumbles.

“mhm, i believe you, just get your ass in bed first” you respond.

when his apartment door opens he struggles out of his shoes and b-lines towards the couch. he plops down on it so hard you’re shocked it doesn’t crumble under his weight.

“jesus fucking christ” you huff. “miguel come on. you can’t sleep on the couch your back is gonna hurt. go to your bed” you nag.

he lets out a sleepy “mhfh” in response before burrowing his face into the couch cushions.

you close your eyes and sigh. when you open them again, you take in the space around you. you’re in miguel’s apartment. you always assumed it would be fire pits and lava considering he felt like the devil to work with, but what you saw made you frown a little.

it wasn’t completely empty. there were bookshelves filled to the brim and empty takeout coffee cups all over the table. yet, not a single picture or anything that would give this place personality. no posters, trinkets, or lived in atmosphere. you open the door to his bedroom to find the same vibe. books everywhere, one pillow on the bed, blank walls. it wasn’t a home.

“so you really don’t have anyone huh.” you mumble.

you walk back to the couch where he’s laying.

“hey, ummm. i got you back safe. i can pretend this never happened, soo… you don’t owe me anything.”

silence.

“okay… i’m gonna go now” you say as you turn to leave.

as you take a step you feel his hand grab your wrist to stop you. your head spins around to see him looking up at you, pleading.

“don’t go. please” he mumbles.

you’re shocked. a blush creeps up your cheeks. “miguel- what?”

“please, don’t go. don’t leave me.” he says. his voice so soft it comes out as a whine. “i’m so… i feel so lonely” he says as he places your palm on his cheek.

you’re at a loss. “miguel… you’re drunk. i’m gonna go home” you respond.

his eyes lock on to yours. they’re so glossy you feel like tears are gonna spill out any second. “i’m more sober now. i know what im saying.” he says, standing up slowly. you walk backwards as he steps closer to you. “i just- i feel so trapped” he says. your back hits the front door. his arms come up to cage you under him as he leans over you.

“y/n.” he breaths as his face inches closer to yours.

“miguel, is this because of what i said today? is that why you went drinking alone?” you ask, guilt crawling up your chest.

he fully whines as his head drops to burry into your collar. you feel him nod against you. “i don’t know why i’m like this. why do i act so stubborn? why can’t i get close to anyone? i- i try. i try so hard to get closer to people. i want to get closer to them. i wanted to get closer to you” he confesses.

your heart is beating out of your chest. he wanted to get closer to you? “me? then why are you always so rude to me?”

he groans and nuzzles deeper into your neck. “i know it’s stupid. i feel like a kid, but it’s the only way i know to get you to talk to me. i… i don’t know what you like, or what you think is funny, so i just- ugh. even if you’re yelling at me, at least you’re giving me attention” he whines into your skin. “you smell so good” he breathes out.

you feel like you’re dreaming. THE miguel o’hara wanted to get closer to you this whole time? AND HE JUST COMPLIMENTED YOU? this is so fucking cute. the grin on your face is brighter than the sun itself. “well you interrupted my bath… how long have you liked me?” you ask with a smile.

“a year now… at first i just wanted to be friends, but then…”

“but then what?”

he pulls away from your neck to look at you. “then i got to know you. i saw how hard working you were. how smart you were. you bring me perspectives i never considered. the way you lead meetings. the way you- you put me in my place. you never fail to talk back to me. it makes me- god.”

“what miguel?”

“it makes me want you so fucking bad.”

your breath hitches. your heart is pounding so fast and so loud against your chest you’re certain he can hear it. miguel would never say any of this to you sober. it’s like he’s a completely different person. you liked him much more like this. but he’s your coworker. you should leave. the door is right behind you. you can turn the handle, step out, and not look back; but god, the way he’s looking at you. the way his lips are ajar and his face is flushed. the look of need in his gaze like he’s physically in pain from how bad he wants you. you want him too.

“do you- do you still want me?” you whisper as your hand trails up to run through the ends of his wavy hair.

he throws his head back against your palm and groans, so eager for more of your touch. he takes a second to collect himself before looking into your eyes again. “i need you.”

you’re not sure who moves first, but your lips crash together in the most perfect harmony. he’s groaning against your lips, deep grumbles come from his chest. he’s so warm. he feels so right.

his kiss is intoxicating. his hand comes up to cup your jaw, pulling your lips deeper together. his other hand trails down to your lower back, pulling you flush against him. you know miguel is a big guy, but you can really feel how sturdy and built he is right this moment. his hand trails down from your face to cup at your boob, feeling you up through your shirt.

“miguel-” you pant through the kiss. he kisses you harder. you’re lightheaded from how intense it is. you push at his shoulders to take a breather. “miguel! we should slow down. you’re still drunk. i don’t want you to regret this.”

his lips travel to your neck, placing gentle kisses against it. his nose nuzzles you to gather more of your scent. “trust me mi vida, i would never regret this with you” he pants before licking and sucking at your neck. his tongue is so wet and warm. does he always run this hot? you feel like you’re melting.

you bite back a whimper when his neck kisses get more intense. “mi- miguel. i’m serious. you’re still drunk. we should wait-” you pant out while he works against your neck.

he pulls away to look at you again. “do you not want this?” he asks. god, his eyes. you need to stop looking into them. they’re putting a spell on you.

“i do. trust me miguel i want this so bad, but you-"

“if you want this too, then please, don’t leave me cariño. don’t leave me like this” he pleads as he moves your hand down to his- oh…

his cock is straining against his jeans. it feels hard and warm to the touch. when you wrap your hand around it, he lets out the most pathetic whine.

“fuck please. please baby- i need you. i need this. i’ve been dreaming of this” he pants against your neck as he desperately thrusts his clothed cock up into your hand. his spell is working.

“take your shirt off” you command as your hand pulls away from him. he huffs at the loss of contact but complies quickly. miguel looks like a god. his muscles are toned and defined. he looks unreal.

your lips attach to his again. this time you’re in control of the kiss. his hands grab at you roaming up and down your body desperate to feel more of you. you trail kisses down his jaw and neck, feeling him tense and melt against you depending on your movement.

“what do you want miguel?” you whisper against him.

“you. please i want you. i want you to touch me. make me yours. i need you to make a mess out of me. use me. please” he rambles.

“touch you where? here?” you ask, as your fingertip gently dips beneath the waistband of his jeans. your nail runs across his lower abdomen above his cock.

“fuck- yes. por favor you’re going to kill me” he whines as he shudders against your touch.

you push him backwards, lips crashing against each other as you both stumble into his bedroom. when his body falls onto the bed your hands work to undo his jeans and pull them off his body. he sits off the edge of the bed and looks up at you. you’re palming him through his briefs, other hand holding his chin up to maintain eye contact.

“miguel you’re so pretty. so hard already just from some kissing.”

his hips buck up into your touch. “god, please. it’s for you, it’s all for you please please take them off.”

you drop to your knees and pull his waistband down, finally releasing his aching cock from the confines of his briefs.

it’s thick, heavy, and warm, pulsing against your hand as you pump it up and down. your tongue falls out to lick at the bead of precum covering his tip.

“mmfnm- fuck!” he cries as his hips buck up again.

your hand comes up to hold him down against the bed. “hold still baby. don’t you want to be good for me? let me take care of you?”

he nods pathetically.

you continue small licks on the tip and the shaft until miguel looks like he’s about to pass out. then you look up at him, and you slowly take his tip into your mouth.

“fuck- fuck i can’t. por dios please baby i’m not gonna last” he whines with his head thrown back.

you start moving up and down his shaft, taking in more of him each time you bob your head. tongue moving to service the underside of his cock.

“fuck i’m serious- mhfm- mi alma, te lo ruego im gonna cum soon.” he moans as his large hand moves down to push you away. your hand comes up to hold onto his, interlocking your fingers as you keep working his cock in your mouth. (my soul, im begging you)

“dios, gonna- gonna cum. fuck i’m gonna cum down your throat oh my fucking god-” his hips stutter and his eyes roll back as his warmth coats your tongue. the taste is so distinctly miguel. it makes you clench your thighs together.

when you pull off him he looks wrecked. his hair is the messiest you’ve ever seen it. beads of sweat are rolling down his neck past the blooming marks you left on him. he looks sinful.

he pulls you in for another kiss, swapping the taste of him between your tongues. his lifts the hem of your shirt to take it off. jaw dropping at the sight of your breasts. his hands knead at them desperately. lips pressing kisses against the exposed skin. when he undoes your bra his mouth instantly attaches to your nipple. tonguing at the bud and sucking at it.

“miguel~” you whine. thighs rubbing together to alleviate the ache.

with a swift motion he flips you onto the bed, switching your positions. his lips travel down your abdomen as he works your pants off. your panties are soaked, and he can smell it. he lifts your legs over his shoulders. his large hands holding them up as he kisses against your inner thighs.

he’s looking up at you again, eyes pleading. “you smell so good. let me taste you baby please” he mumbles through kisses.

when you nod, his tongue rushes to lick against your clothed pussy. you feel it through the damp fabric of your panties. it makes you whimper into the air and grind up into his face. he licks at you, tasting you and providing you a sliver of satisfaction. you reach down to run your fingers through his soft curls feeling him purr against your pussy.

“miguel~ haa~ take it off” you whine.

he pulls away. “i’ve done enough begging for tonight mi vida. don’t you think it’s your turn?”

you sigh when his hands hold your hips down from grinding into him. “please eat me out miguel. i wanna cum on your tongue. i wanna feel good. i need you too, miguel please make me cum.”

his hands pull your panties down, throwing them on his empty nightstand for future use. but before you can react, his soft tongue is licking against your clit.

“fuck- miguel. fuck just like that- oh god!” you moan as he works his mouth around your pussy. he’s so good at this it’s making your brain fuzzy.

“please, your fingers- please miguel” you whine as you grind your pussy on his tongue. he slowly pushes his thick digit into your weeping hole, feeling the resistance of your pulsing heat. your back arches off the bed as he curls his fingertip up, pressing against the spongy spot inside you.

“fuck! miguel just like that! so good- hah- you’re doing so good- it feels so good oh my god!” you cry out. your praise doing numbers to his brain chemistry as he grinds his revitalized cock into the mattress. it doesn’t go unnoticed by you.

“you like when i praise you miguel? like when i tell you what a good job you’re doing? that you’re my good boy? you’re so cute” you tease, your hand still running through his soft hair. he nods against your pussy, pleading eyes looking up at you. his hips thrust against the mattress again.

“god you’re good at this ah- gonna cum soon, don’t stop-“ you cry out. he takes the praise as encouragement. finger pumping faster inside of you, hitting your sweet spot every time. his tongue lapping at you faster, coaxing your orgasm out of you.

“fuck! miguel- oh god im cumming! please please-” you cut off with a silent scream and a moan, shaking through your high. his tongue doesn’t relent. licking you until the taste of your cum coats his mouth and you forcefully push his head away.

when he comes up face to face with you, you’re a little speechless.

“hi” you whisper breathlessly.

“you’re beautiful” he responds. your heart does a flip.

“i’ve never told you, but i think you’re beautiful. i’ve always thought that, from the moment i met you.”

before you can respond, his lips are on yours again. now it’s your turn to taste yourself on his tongue. he grinds his cock against your thigh as your lips dance against each other. you’re both desperate for the obvious.

then miguel stops and dips his head into your neck.

“what is it? you okay?” you ask.

“i don’t… have any condoms. if we do this, i don’t think ill be able to pull out” he mumbles.

“i’m on the pill miguel. don’t pull out. i just need to feel you.”

he groans before kissing you again. “you’re so perfect. i should’ve confessed way sooner” he says between kisses.

“yea. you should’ve” you smile against him.

both your breaths hitch when his tip gets caught in your entrance. he looks at you and you give him a nod before he slowly pushes in. his jaw clenches, your mouth drops open, both of you moan as he fills you inch by inch.

“oh my- mhmfh. miguel you’re so- so big” you whine out.

“shhh baby just a little more. just a little more you can do it.”

when he starts thrusting in you, your world spins off its axis. your hands grip onto his bicep, trying to stabilize yourself against the pleasure. he’s kissing you through it, swallowing your moans and making you dizzy.

“miguel! so- ahh! so deep!” your brain is going fuzzy. your head twisting away to hide your moans

his hand takes hold of your jaw, keeping you in place, making you look in his eyes. “take me so well. just like that. fuck you’re made for me. so perfect mi reina.” (my queen)

he returns to lapping at your neck. his tongue relentlessly gliding over your sweet skin.

“miguel- ah! i’m close mhpf- please!”

“cum for me guapa. let me feel it. i need to feel you cum around me. do it for me baby let go” he groans against your mouth. when he sucks on your tongue your body pulls taunt. orgasming around his thick length.

miguel is relentless. his thrusts don’t slow as he pounds into your weeping pussy.

“miguel i can’t! it’s too much” you whimper.

“you can. you can and you will. you’re doing so good c’mon baby. c’mon sweet girl.”

your nails dig into his back, drawing deep red lines down them. he grabs at your wrists, pinning your hands to the bed and interlocking your fingers.

“i want you just like this. you and me. you in my bed. you falling apart for me. you screaming my name. let me please you. be mine. i’ve always been yours”

“fuck- miguel! yes! yes i’m yours please!” you cry out.

“god. you drive me insane. i’m gonna cum baby. gonna fill you up-”

he buries himself to the hilt as he fills you up. his cock twitching and pulsing inside as he pumps you full. you’re shaking against each other, moaning through the pleasure and the aftershock of your orgasms. exchanging kisses as you both come down from your highs.

miguel slumps on top of you, knocking the air out of your lungs. “you’re not light you know?” you wheeze.

his laugh rumbles through his chest. you don’t get to hear it often, but feeling it vibrate against you makes the blush creep back up your cheeks.

“sorry guapa. i’ll clean us up in a bit” he mumbles between kisses against your neck.

“it’s ok get off ill do it.” he’s still lightheaded and too tired to argue.

you wipe both of you down and bring over some water and advil for his hangover tomorrow. he takes them obediently without a word.

“jeez, if it took fucking you for you to listen without arguing with me i would’ve done it ages ago” you joke.

he’s too tired to retort. he just murmurs a “mfhm, pulls you into bed, wraps his huge beefy arms around you, and nuzzles into your warmth again.

the next morning you wake up on his chest. his hands running through your hair while he waits for you to gain consciousness.

“good morning” you mumble groggily.

he looks down at your sleepy morning face. “good morning cariño.”

you sit up to yawn realizing he’s probably been awake for a while now.

“were you just watching me sleep or-”

“i meant it.”

your head cocks to the side. “huh?”

“i remember everything. everything i said, i meant all of it. i want this. i want you. i want all of it. i like you, a lot” he states with a straight face.

it gets a giggle out of you.

“is this funny? do you know how long i’ve been waiting to tell you this?” he huffs.

“ok lover boy. let’s get dressed first” you laugh. he gets out of bed with his head down, pulling sweats on before heading to the bathroom.

he’s sulking and brushing his teeth. god, he’s so cute when he’s not being a pain in the ass.

you come up behind him and try your best to pull his large frame into a back hug.

Not sure if someone has made a post like this or not, but I am seeing more and more obvious scams on my dash daily. As an experienced witch, let me tell you, I've come across my fair share of scams.

Here's how you can identify them:

"I have SECRETS that NO ONE ELSE has!! Also, NO ONE ELSE will teach you these secrets because they are MEAN and SECRETIVE. BUT I'M NOT. I will teach you. For a small fee for the 'risk'." You do not have to pay someone for "secrets" of any nature. Especially not as a beginner or even intermediate witch - you have so much information freely available to you. The most you might pay is the price of a book.

"I'm a psychic and I'm coming out of left field to tell you that you've been cursed, but no worries, I can lift it for you!! For a fee. :)" You would think this is obvious but verify, verify, verify. Also as a rule don't trust the spells of someone you don't know unless you know someone they've helped.

Be CAREFUL about magical services in general. People won't tell you this cause they want to make money, but SO MUCH is easy to fake. Jewelry with a companion in it? Bought that bulk for $1 a pop and scribbled in a .50 journal about it, sell for $35. No magic performed. Copy-pasted tarot, rune, and psychic readings. Sure, I cast that spell, send me $50. The thing is, unless you're talented enough to cast it yourself in the first place, you won't know when someone's conning you.

"This is DEFINITELY allnaturalorganicsupersafe scrub/balm/soap/lotion to apply to your *insert sensitive area* and yes it IS worth $85 I went to the rainforest myself to collect the ingredients." Just use some quick googling and your common sense, here. Certain herbs and essential oils are not meant for certain things. Just because they sell this stuff, doesn't mean they know what they're talking about.

Another good rule - if you're working with a vendor and they make an appeal to your guilt, your grief, your loneliness, etc.? Really good chance they're pressing that button to get you to spend. Some examples: "I see you are lonely let me cast a love spell $5 off for this thing you weren't going to get in the first place." "I can channel the spirit of your dead grandma via ouija. *disappears for three days* I was SHOOK her presence was SO powerful she said she loves you and she's happy, no I didn't ask her any identifying questions... $40 please."

"Ready to ADVANCE your CAREER as a WITCH??? WELL COME ON DOWN to LADY OF THE SILVER CHALICE DRAWN DOWN MOON DRAGON, ESQ.'s temple where I will PERSONALLY sign a $2 certificate saying you're a 3rd degree Ancient Knowing One after 3 sessions of 90 minutes of me ranting about how aliens built Egypt." Do some traditions observe degree systems? Yes. Make sure you're dealing with a reputable source before you fork over $300.

Cults. There are many good posts and online resources about this, but most cults are made to serve the creator in two ways: 1) Power/control. 2) Money. For me, it's not so easy to notice the power and control issues due to past trauma, but money? I sure as hell notice that. If they are pressuring you to make more, spend more, contribute more, and you can barely pay your bills? Get the fuck out of there.

If someone is giving you a service and they're asking for ANY method of payment that is not trackable, be wary. Now, it might be an old family friend and you hand cash over yourself, which is safer. But someone online asking to be paid through giftcards, or someone asking you to mail cash? Oof. Bad energy.

People can not so much "con" you but cost you extra money by playing the middle man for certain transactions. Sometimes it's worth it to have the middle-man; that can mean higher quality products and reliable delivery. But you could save yourself money if you know the item you're buying and go directly to the supplier. Often middle-men jack prices up considerably, sometimes more than they're worth, or even trade in worse quality products than they advertise. Consider your finances, look at who you're buying from, and look at the price tag.

Yes, it sucks to say, but some psychics really ARE just good cold readers (i.e., people who can read things off you with good questions and observing body language). Some may not even know it themselves. Any form of divination may suffer from this. Again, stick with those you trust, or at least consider that when you put down that money, it's a gamble.

"I can definitely make ALL your problems go away!!! except *insert small technicality I know won't make you say no*, with just 8 easy payments of $29.99!!" Big grandiose promises that ALMOST sound too good to be true are easier to let slide because they admitted there's a problem! They must be telling the truth! No, hon. They know exactly what they're doing. They're making big promises to get big money, and when you complain, they point to their terms of service and say "This was entertainment only." That exists there for a REASON, yes, and it does serve to protect legitamite practioners when, say, a tarot reading is slightly off because those readings are meant to guess at the future and that future can be changed. Some vendors abuse the hell out of it, though.

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http://bioline.org.br/

repec.org

science.gov

He is not waking up, and everyone is lost for answers on how to save their King.

Except no one knows Arthur is wandering around as a spirit, or a ghost, perhaps his soul is outside his body. The usual trope.

He can see and hear everything — but he cannot talk to anyone. He is completely helpless.

One night he sees his uncle enter his rooms with a blade in hand. It’s an ornate dagger carrying the House of Du Bois sigil. He leans over and holds it to his throat.

“Not so powerful now are you, My Lord” He sneers. Arthur feels dread wash over him like cold water down the back of his neck.

His uncle!

His own uncle, his last living relative and direct ties to his mother was about to slit his throat while he slept. Arthur was about to watch his own death and there was nothing he could do.

Agravaine is testing different angles. “How shall it be, huh? Quick and simple? A clean cut?” He paused. “No. My sister died a painful death, her blood spilling out as she lay dying, just so Uther could have an heir. You shall die a similar way.” Agravaine was entirely too pleased as he looked down on his sleeping nephew.

“No one can help you, no one can save you now, not even Emrys”

As the man begins to add pressure on his hand and aims for the neck to cut, Merlin enters from the servants door as if he had been summoned by the Gods.

Arthur has never been more elated and scared at the same time.

Agravaine is frozen in place. Merlin, moving quicker than Arthur has ever seen him move, is by Arthur’s side and holding his hand over Agravaines.

“Ah, Merlin” Lord Agravaine is cheerfully calm, as if he hadn’t just been caught attempting regicide. The blade was still pressing against Arthur’s throat.

“I was just helping my newphew shave. It’s so dreadful to see him like this” He tutted with a condescending tone.

“I shave His Majesty every other day” Merlin’s cold stone voice is like thunder from clear sky.

He grips the knife with his hand, and if the blade cuts into his skin, he shows no sign of it. In fact, Merlin’s face remains impressively blank throughout their silent conversation.

“I think you should leave now.”

there are a lot of fun ones listed here and here but for the most part, they were made years ago and are now a dying breed. i get why. there's no money in it. factoring in the cost of web hosting and servers, it probably costs money. it's just sad that it's a dying art form.

anyway, here's some of my favorite browser-based interactive projects and games, if you're into that kind of thing. 90% of them are on the lists that i linked above.

A Better World - create an alternate history timeline

Alter Ego - abandonware birth-to-death life simulator game

Seedship - text-based game about colonizing a new planet

Sandboxels or ThisIsSand - free-falling sand physics games

Little Alchemy 2 - combine various elements to make new ones

Infinite Craft - kind of the same as Little Alchemy

ZenGM - simulate sports

Tamajoji - browser-based tamagotchi

IFDB - interactive fiction database (text adventure games)

Written Realms - more text adventure games with a user interface

The Cafe & Diner - mystery game

The New Campaign Trail - US presidential campaign game

Money Simulator - simulate financial decisions

Genesis - text-based adventure/fantasy game

Level 13 - text-based science fiction adventure game

Miniconomy - player driven economy game

Checkbox Olympics - games involving clicking checkboxes

BrantSteele.net - game show and Hunger Games simulators

Murder Games - fight to the death simulator by Orteil

Cookie Clicker - different but felt weird not including it. by Orteil.

anyway, here's all of the recommendations from the reblogs. not all of them are text-based, but it's a great mixture of styles. also don't forget the links in the second paragraph of the OP which will take you to FMHY where there are a bunch more games listed.

Games

A Dark Room - text-based science fiction role-playing game.

corru.observer - science fiction adventure web game.

Improbable Island - old-school text adventure game.

Candy Box 2 - incremental clicker game that evolves into RPG.

Arcanum - open source wizard clicker game.

sandspiel, Powder Game, Powder Game 2, The Powder Toy - more sand physics games.

Orb.Farm - fishtank simulator.

Façade - experimental game with a real-time interactive narrative where you try to fix a failing marriage.

The Catacombs of Solaris - trippy art game.

Yume Nikki Online - online version of the surreal classic plus fangames.

The Barncle Goose Experiment - combine element/alchemy game based on antique theories of abiogenesis.

Fallen London - free-to-play text-based open world RPG.

Nested - very unique text-based universe expanding game. described as possibly @orteil42's favorite thing he's ever made.

The Process of Elimination - interactive web novel (by @hypertextdog)

Discworld MUD - multiplayer, text-based, online game (a MUD, or text MMORPG) based on the Discworld books.

Horse Master - surreal text game about training a horse.

EYEZMAZE - flash (RIP) or HTML5-based puzzle games.

You Are Jeff Bezos - text game. spend Jeff Bezos' fortune.

The Password Game - challenging puzzle game where you have to meet password requirements (by neal)

Universal Paperclips - incremental paperclip making game.

Half-Earth - planetary disaster planning game where you try to save the world using socialism.

ChooseYourStory - community-driven website centered on CYOA style story games.

PhD Simulator - random event based text game. make your choice each month and see if you can graduate on time.

Dungeon Crawl Stone Soup - open source roguelike.

Cataclysm: Dark Days Ahead - turn-based survival roguelike set in the modern day.

Nethack - open source roguelike originally released in 1987.

FarmRPG - simple, mobile-friendly, text-based farming RPG.

Kingdom of Loathing - browser-based community MMORPG.

PokeRogue - browser-based Pokemon roguelike

Tools

Text Game Builder - works in your browser, with just a little bit of Python (by @grumpygandalf)

Twine - great (free!) tool for making text-based games quickly.

Ink - scripting language for interactive fiction (also free)

Flashpoint Archive - a community effort to preserve games and animations from the web.

PICO-8 - fantasy console for making, sharing and playing tiny games and other computer programs.

Non-Games

Library of Babel - interactive illustration which attempts to simulate what it might be like to browse The Library of Babel.

Superbad - technically not a game, sprawling website full of secrets.

17776 - serialized speculative fiction multimedia narrative about football in the far-future. beautiful, creative, legendary. created by Jon Bois, a legend and one of my favorite writers of all time.

Choice of Games - text-based, choose-your-own-adventure games (interactive fiction). some free-to-play, others can be bought like an ebook.

The Deep Sea - scroll to the bottom of the ocean. encounter the humble squid and his friends (by neal)

Space Elevator - like The Deep Sea, but up instead of down. you can equip your avatar with a scarf (by neal)

Internet Artifacts - an interactive history of the early internet (by neal)

If The Moon Were Only One Pixel - scroll through an accurately scaled model of the universe.

r/incremental_games - reddit community for incremental games.

r/WebGames - reddit community for web games in general.

A currency that isn’t gold-standard/having gold be as valuable as tin

A currency that runs entirely on a perishable resource, like cocoa beans

A clock that isn’t 24-hours

More or less than four seasons/seasons other than the ones we know

Fantastical weather patterns like irregular cloud formations, iridescent rain

Multiple moons/no moon

Planetary rings

A northern lights effect, but near the equator

Roads that aren’t brown or grey/black, like San Juan’s blue bricks

Jewelry beyond precious gems and metals

Marriage signifiers other than wedding bands

The husband taking the wife's name / newlyweds inventing a new surname upon marriage

No concept of virginity or bastardry

More than 2 genders/no concept of gender

Monotheism, but not creationism

Gods that don’t look like people

Domesticated pets that aren’t re-skinned dogs and cats

Some normalized supernatural element that has nothing to do with the plot

Magical communication that isn’t Fantasy Zoom

“Books” that aren’t bound or scrolls

A nonverbal means of communicating, like sign language

A race of people who are obligate carnivores/ vegetarians/ vegans/ pescatarians (not religious, biological imperative)

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