#waterfall method

[bookwormstarwarsfan]

Feeding the tenants

[tomirida]

i really miss how duolingo used to be pre-2021. i loved volunteer-based courses (imperfect but made with heart), actually useful grammar lessons, community discussions, the whole thing about promoting languages. i remember i wanted to learn guaraní because it seemed fun, but it was locked behind spanish duolingo, so i spedran spanish until i could understand the basics +-... and by the time i reached that point, the course had already been removed :( i should have figured something was wrong then

[projectchampionz]

EVALUATING THE IMPACT OF PROJECT MANAGEMENT METHODOLOGIES ON HEALTHCARE IT IMPLEMENTATION

EVALUATING THE IMPACT OF PROJECT MANAGEMENT METHODOLOGIES ON HEALTHCARE IT IMPLEMENTATION 1.1 Introduction The rapid advancement of technology in healthcare has led to an increased focus on the implementation of Healthcare Information Technology (IT) systems, such as electronic health records (EHRs), telemedicine platforms, and patient management systems. However, the success of healthcare IT…

[emma-johns]

Agile Vs Waterfall Methodology: Which Is the Best for Your Project?

"Choosing the right project methodology is key to success. Delve into the battle of Agile vs. Waterfall methodologies and find out which one aligns best with your project's unique needs. Unlock the power of efficient development and make informed decisions to propel your project forward." https://jumpgrowth.com/agile-vs-waterfall-methodology/

[haziells]

my way

until it reaches the void state

(this will be a long post)

1. the end, the beginning.

I knew about the law of attraction years ago thanks to social media, so there it was, like every day trying to manifest my desires.

I was fed up, every day was the same.

My heart healing and breaking everyday, the same cycle of hope and hopelessness continues.

was it always going to be like this?

would I always have to let fears take over me?

I couldn't trust, I didn't believe that just by believing I could get what I wanted but at the same time I had no other option.

I couldn't go on like this, I didn't want to go on like this, I just wanted to end my life, I gave up and cried, cried, cried thinking that this would be the end, that I wouldn't be able to be happy and that was it.

I gave up and thought I was resigned to living a shitty life.

But I cried so much that all the sadness that was in me came out, all the fears that were clinging to me came out.

That's when I felt peace, when I realized that no, I wasn't going to give up that easily, that I first have to do it and do it well, not keep trying.

So I persisted for only 2 days, as I already had my desire for that moment and yes, after 2 days my 3D had already reflected it, it was exciting.

did i reallt do that? was it just a coincidence?

No, it was really me.

I was happy for a few days until the fears returned but this time I was afraid of losing my desire, that's when I realized that fears have no meaning.

I already have it, why would I lose it?

2. I discovered Tumblr and the void state.

I didn't know what void state was, but as soon as I read about it, it caught my attention.

By then my self-concept had improved, I was still dealing with my fears but not as much as before.

So, I made a friend who explained to me more about the void state and she told me that she manifested her house through the void state.

I got excited and hopeful, I read some methods on how to get in and tried to do it, but I couldn't.

I couldn't do it, the simple idea of getting everything so easily sounded easy and fantastical to me.

But one day I realized who I really am, that I am everything, that nothing and no one has power outside of me.

I was filled with satisfaction, joy, peace, I felt like laughing knowing who I am and how easy everything is.

How did I first enter the void state?

so I had a subliminal audio playing in the background while I was meditating.

I thought...I am so powerful, I am capable of anything, I can have whatever I want whenever I want.

At that time I was very sleepy because I had taken some exams, so I just thought "my physical body is going to sleep and rest and I'm going to the void state"

After all, the void state is me and there is nothing easier than being me.

And so it happened, I entered the void state and knew that I already had everything just as I wanted, then I came out and continued sleeping while I didn't stop smiling and feeling a sensation of peace and extreme happiness.

I woke up and stood calmly until I realized what had happened...

I was scared shitless when I realized that I had entered the void state for real and that at that moment I should have everything I wanted and that was when 3d reality disappeared before my eyes.

Everything began to collapse and I felt a huge current of energy running through my entire body, as if it were a waterfall flowing inside me.

I was very scared, I won't deny it, but after all I did it.

(I swear that just as you see in the gif, that's how I felt at that moment)

The following days I couldn't stop shaking and feeling scared because I didn't understand how it was possible that 3D could disappear just like that.

Then I read someone here talking about non-dualism. @lotusmi

Then I understood my experience.

Since that day everything is much easier for me.

I have entered the void state 3 times.

that manifests?

.cure my depression.

.cure my anxiety.

.trust myself.

.longer eyelashes.

.money.

.be able to manifest easily.

.prettiest voice.

.I am spoiled.

The rest of the things I manifest are more private.

But basically for me this is the best thing that could have happened to me.

I will mention who were the bloggers that I read to understand more about the void state and about who I really am.

@gorgeouslypink

@lotusmi

@beesfairlyland

I will also mention a blogger whose information I also like and I find it cute.

@sugarplumfairy777

If you want to know more, you can send me a direct message, no problem.

[finsplurtz]

Anything keigo plzzzzz (preferably not sad 😭)

hawks coping method ooo

Though the loss of hawks wings was tragic, he’s made sure everyone knows he’s still showing support to the heroes. He was still seen out and about, on tv and such despite no longer being the number 2 hero but as the time went by, he appeared less and less. What has he been up to?

He’s been submitting to you

He grew closer to you. He’s not free to roam the sky anymore, so he spends his time around his favorite person. Annoying you and spoiling you and stuff. He loved that you didn’t treat him any differently after the incident, a lot of people were slightly on edge or treated him like he was fragile. 

You didn’t. Thats what made you so admirable so likable, you didn’t treat him like a kid. You still made jokes, you still called him bird related nicknames, it made him feel so mushy around you. He’s been staying at your house, spending days and nights with you.

Not only do you have a great personality, you’re also huge. Downstairs. He lost something major, of course he needed a distraction cause although he may not seem like he was struggling all that much, he was waterfalls for a very long time behind closed doors. You being a wonderful person, offered to help him take things easy, nothing weird but one thing led to another and you guys were fucking like bunnies in no time.

Sleeping over at your house always gave him opportunities.

“Ah..ah..!” whines and moans filled your room, you were buried deeep in keigo’s heat, your hands guiding his hips as he straddled you. He’ll never get tired of having sleepless nights just taking you inside him, it comforts him in so many ways its an addiction.

“You’re making a mess, baby…” you slow down when he comes for the 3rd time tonight, adding to the sticky mess in between you guys. “Mmhhh...~” he whimpers in response as he tries to sit himself up to take a break. You bear hug him, holding him down. 

“Yn— wait wait wait I need a bREA—!” He lets out a strangled moan as you starting fucking into him like an animal in heat, hitting him in all the right places. He’s whining and trembling against you as you abuse his insides, he feels his mind starting to blank. “That’s it birdie.. I’ll fill you up real good.. kay..?” You say right into his ear as your cock pulses inside him. 

He nods with a crooked smile gripping the sheets as your hot semen floods his insides, cum spilling out his cock. He’s panting trying to catch his breath, you run your hands over his back where his wings once rested. A smile forms on his lips, hugging you tighter.

[saurongorthaur9]

So, in the last couple months, I've gotten a few different people commenting on my fanfiction commenting/reviewing methods. I've been involved in fanfic communities since 2008 and I've reviewed literally thousands of stories. I also like leaving long, fairly detailed comments, and I've had multiple people asking me for tips on commenting and what my process is. I needed to take a little break amidst the chaos of packing for a 2000 mile move, so I thought I'd write up a little guide for tips and tricks on leaving great reviews. So here you go: SG's Guide to Commenting on Fanfics!

First of all, my method. I take notes as I read personally. My preferred method is saving stories to my laptop and then highlighting parts I want to comment on, but there are any number of alternate methods, such as using a note app on your phone or jotting down physical notes in a notebook, if you're old-school like that :)

Then, here are my tips on ways to write great comments! (And a reminder, these are just tips, not rules! There is no Fanfiction Comments Bible I am using here, just my own experience for how I write my comments/reviews, so take or leave any portions of it that you want. But hopefully, if you are new to commenting or wanting to leave more detailed comments, you'll find something helpful here.

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1. First, you can never go wrong with an enthusiastic "OMG I loved this! *keyboard smash* *kudos*" I can guarantee you that there is no author out there who doesn't appreciate unbridled enthusiasm about the content they spent hours, days, weeks, or even months working on.

2. Quote passages that stood out to you, then tell the author how that passage made you feel. From my experience, authors love knowing specific passages that impacted their reader. I usually will format it something like this: *Quote from story* Oh my gosh, this piece of dialogue made me laugh so hard...or... *Quote from story* I seriously teared up here, so beautiful.

3. Were there places where the characterization was just spot on? Let the author know. It can be something simple like "When x character did x, that felt SO in character!"

4. Did the characters make you feel emotions? Again, let the author know. "When x character did x, I wanted to punch them so hard!" or "Aw, when x character kissed x character, I felt so warm and fuzzy!"

5. Was there a descriptive passage that felt super realistic? You can say something like "When you described that waterfall, I felt like I was right there" or "When x character was pulling out that splinter, I was squirming the whole time".

6. For a little bit of a more expert reviewer tip, comment on things that author has done to expand or add to the world. This can look like a variety of different comments, but here are some examples. "I love how you've delved into x character's backstory or psychology with your story. I've always found them intriguing and wondered why they made x choice." "Your OC fits so well into this world. I could totally see this character going about their life during the canon events." "I really enjoy that you're exploring x culture in your story; I loved the description of the festival at the beginning."

7. For a really expert tip, comment on the little easter eggs you notice in fics. From my experience, authors are utterly delighted when readers pick up the little tidbits they've meticulously hidden or ways they've shown off their technical skills. This requires more in-depth knowledge of how writing and stories work however. This can look like comments like these: "OMG, I saw what you did there with that foreshadowing when x character said x!" or "That was really clever how you showed a parallel between this character over here and that character over there."

8. Finally, thank the author! They put lots of effort into creating this piece of art that you've just enjoyed; let them know you appreciate their time, creativity, and effort. And if it's a multi-chapter story or a series, let them know you're invested without being pushy for an update. I like saying something like this at the end of my reviews: "Thank you so much for sharing your work with us! I am so excited to see where the story is going whenever you share the next chapter. Cheers!"

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And of course, remember that a simple comment is better than no comment! I know I'm very much not the only person to have said this, but comments are an essential part of the Fandom ecosystem. If you only have time or energy to leave a quick "I loved it!" then do that! You will make the author's day, I guarantee. But if you're considering whether or not to leave a comment at all, please remember that all fanfic authors are people who have poured enormous amounts of time and effort into the thing you've just enjoyed (to give you an idea, it takes me an average of about 60-80 hours PER CHAPTER to write Gorthauro Estel).

I've also seen posts from people about fears of saying the wrong thing in a review. There are very few "wrong" things to say, but just to allay any fears one might have, I've compiled a quick list of what to avoid in your review.

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Don't beg for updates. Getting an "Update please!" review on a WIP that you haven't been able to work on for whatever reasons is always discouraging. I can understand how a beginning reviewer could see it as a complement, but as someone myself who is slow to update, I can tell you that it only puts a larger sense of pressure, weight, and discouragement on the writer. If you want to let the writer know you are looking forward to an update and are invested in the story, look at my last point in the comment tips above.

Going along with that, don't comment on how long it's been since the story has been updated. During some of my gaps where I just couldn't write for a number of different reasons, I would get frequent comments along the lines of "wow, this story hasn't been updated in a year, are you ever going to update?" Those reviews would make me feel SO bad. I was always intimately aware of how long it had been, and I think most authors are the same. Instead, writing a sweet, enthusiastic review with some of the tips above might just give the author the emotional and mental juice to work on that stalled WIP again.

If the author has a different headcanon about a character, event, etc that doesn't line up with your headcanon, don't comment on it. I recently got a review complaining that I write my Sauron as someone attracted to women. I personally headcanon Sauron as heteroromantic demisexual (which is also what I am), and that's the way I portray him in my fics. If the author's headcanon doesn't line up with yours and it bothers you enough to want to comment on it, that story might just not be for you. If you choose to read the fic, you are choosing to enter into the world of the author's headcanon and you should be respectful of it.

Similarly, if the author makes a choice for where to take their story that you don't care for, don't comment on it. You are perfectly within your rights to stop reading if you don't like the way the author chooses to take their story, but it is their story.

Don't point out mistakes unless you know whether the author is comfortable with it or not. I am personally fine with people pointing out typos or the like to me in public reviews, but some people can be sensitive about it. Check with the author privately rather than leaving a public comment to see what they are comfortable with.

Basically, it comes down to the old adage, if you don't have anything nice to say, don't say anything at all. If you keep your comments positive rather than negative, you're unlikely to say anything "wrong".

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Hopefully, this has been helpful! Now go forth and comment!

[jjwolves]

Hey could you write how bbq ena would react to a reader who's body is slowly starting to change to fit in her world like their arms start to look like her meanie side or something along those lines

NEW LOOK, SAME GREAT TASTE ▰▰▰▰▰▰▰

What: 5 Headcanons of ENA The Worker X Reader Who Is Slowly Changing Into Someone In Her World

Who: ENA from ENA Dream BBQ (By Joel G)

How Much: ~800 words, ~3 mins

Credits: Image Banner -> Joel G

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When you first entered ENA’s wonderland, you suspected that spending time in this world would corrupt you, slowly but surely altering you by way of magic spell or reality shift. There was no way that something as normal as you could possibly go on existing unchanged. You confided in ENA about your worries one day when you two were picking out Golden Ratios to bring home from the Oblique Patch. She took out a clipboard and began scribbling something on it as she inquisitively circled you. “I’m not so sure that this is a trend you need to be on the lookout for. According to findings from my focus group, you would already be terminated by this property if this were the case. I’d know from experience.” She stopped her note-taking to squat down near a perfectly angled spring, curling to infinity. You got down to her level. “Hmm… This one has been selected!” You went to touch it, but ENA activated pale mode. “WAIT, ARE YOU KIDDING?! This is a sorry excuse for a ‘perfect angle’, look at THAT one over there, for crying out loud!”

So, your magic theory was a bust according to your beloved huckster. The scientific method demanded that you create a different theory (not that you had a control group to compare to). The new theory went as such: this world changed you, sure, but not all at once. And not magically, either. It did so experientially, and slowly. You began to suspect this one day, when, while fishing for a memory with ENA so that you could find your apartment keys, part of the ledge gave way and a romantic date with the acidic ocean was nigh. It smelled like vinegar. Thinking quickly, ENA snagged the back of your shirt and managed to hoist you to safety. “Watch where you cast the line! You could’ve been pickled, damn it!” You meekly apologized, your arm tingling. ENA noticed the effects of the ocean’s brief contact with your arm and, while Meanie lost steam, Salesperson grew worried. “Y-your arm… It’s losing funds…” You looked down to confirm. Yeah, it was; already, your arm was losing definition and becoming blocky. Cracked. You joked that you two were matching now. Meanie wasn’t having it. “Don’t joke like that! You could’ve been an acid statue!”

ENA’s pale claw started to cup around your blocky hand. When you would look back at ENA, she gazed at you like this display of affection was the most natural thing in the world. No, not just natural, but necessary. Your hands fit together perfectly, like a ceramic puzzle, and you figured such a beautiful feeling was reason enough.

Once, you and your girlfriend had to journey through a tunnel which would take you across the sky so that you could catch a taxi. The walls were made of waterfalls, and it was pretty, sure, but it hid danger. One minute you were running hand in hand with ENA. The next, you were being attacked by antique divers’ helmets come to tentacle-abundant life. “GET BENT!” ENA slashed through several of them with her handfan, flashing war, spraying ink. Amidst the carnage, one of the helmets was knocked out of the air and fell directly onto your head by accident. When you two got home, ENA did her best to remove it but all was naught. You guessed you had to wear this thing from now on—it’d be an adjustment, but you’d adjusted before. “The helmet doesn’t do you justice, you know. It’s false advertising.” ENA whined. Normally you’d whine, too, but you were on your acceptance streak and you didn’t want to break it. “LEMME SEE YOUR STUPID FACE!” Wrenching the helmet around, once again, did no good.

Over time, this world took its toll on you. At one point, a wizard turned you into a decorative lamp and ENA only had the spoons (literally) to turn half of you back. She didn’t hesitate to spend them if it meant helping you, and you didn’t hesitate to choose your head—you liked having thoughts. “Look on the bright side. Eh? Eh?” Later on, you touched a meteorite with your bare hands and gained a permanent green outline. “Going green? How ecological.” You got home with ENA one day and looked in the mirror. You looked a lot like one of the odd strangers who’d run up to you to spout nonsense—a blocky arm, an antique diver’s helmet, the legs of a silver tripod and a stylized outline which bordered your form. You said that you didn’t know how to feel. ENA felt for you. “You’re not all that different. You just look as trademark as you are on the inside.” ENA tenderly kissed your awkward helmet and ran her cool claw over your blocky knuckled. You shivered. “This place changes everyone. Think of it like this: NEW LOOK, SAME GREAT TASTE!” You startled and laughed so hard you choked on your spit. She always knew how to lift your spirits.

[harmoonix]

Stars Waterfall

°Short Astrology Observations°

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🌃 - Scorpio Ascendant in your Venus persona chart makes people to envy your beauty, or to be obsessed/manipulative with you

🌃 - Taurus Mercury/Mercury in the 4th house can have the most cutest voice ever, their voice can be light and soft and also very cute (for both genders, men with these placements are 10000/10 omg)

🌃 - Aquarius Risings with their trendsetter style, they inspire a lot of people, their mindset/clothes/personality Inspire people, and they have a really great influence in the society

🌃 - Mercury square/opposite Moon can be prone to sharing secrets/gossip/ and talking bad behind others back, they can aslo be the type of person who's always talking about someone

🌃 - How can people with Sun in the 12th house be so magnetic?? They're always surrounded with mystery and striking beauty, they pull you towards them without realizing

🌃 - Jupiter/Sagittarius in the 11th house are so good at manifesting things, and they have luck for this aswell, they're full of desires

🌃 - If you are attracted by men and you have Jupiter in Libra/Jupiter in the 7th house, you may want your partner to be romantic. I cannot imagine these natives not getting in relationships with non - romantic people

🌃 - Chiron in the 9th/12th house can be religiously wounded, they can often believe that "God" abandoned them or that he doesn't love them etc..

🌃 - Chiron in the 12th house can heal with sleep, like sleeping is the best method to do when you're hurt because while you sleep your body tries to heal so just sleep or idk transform into the sleeping beauty but don't let the prince to wake up...

🌃 - Saturn in the 4th house/Saturn in Cancer can have an very nurturing yet hurt soul, like they have this nurturing/healing/soft energy but also some of pain/sadness/nostalgic in them

🌃 - Gemini Rising natives can often look younger than they actually are, so people can mistake their age a lot like for example you're 19 and people think you're 16/17 because you look younger than that

🌃 - Leo Sun/Moon/Rising like to be everyone's favorite, they're cute but they can get so jealous if someone dear spends time with someone else rather than them...

🌃 - Pisces Sun/Moon/Rising/Venus are very clingy people, if they are not clingy it's probably because they're either very shy or introvert to be clingy

🌃 - Pisces Midheaven or MC in Pisces Degrees 12°, 24° can find themselves being attracted to multiple things at once, especially in their career/job, one moment they can like art, the next moment they may like acting/singing etc..

🌃 - Pluto conjunct/trine/sextile Mercury are very revengeful in words, when they hurt they can say things they may regret but omg, their words have a very big impact on others

🌃 - Pluto aspecting the ascendant can have that rbf (resting bitch face), to show when they're irritated, angry, overwhelmed...

🌃 - If your Dad has any earth placements especially an Earth Moon/Earth Saturn they may like country music, or just that type of old music that people listen in the old times

🌃 - Ascendant at 4°. 16°, 28° degrees > gosh I just know these natives have really beautiful eyes, they look very feminine, no matter the gender, they're gracious

🌃 - Jupiter in the 9th house can end up to travel the world around with their partners? Maybe they can end up like those couples on YouTube who travel around the world with their van or something

🌃 - Moon in the 8th house people don't fw with people who seem suspicious at first, they're very picky at people and don't like to share their time with people who seem "bad"

🌃 - Uranus in your 4th house > This placement can manifesting as you have so many ideas about your home and you don't know how to put all of them in work. It may be a bit stressing for you to decorate your house because you have too many ideas

🌃 - Mercury in the 11th house > They have the most funniest conversations ever, these natives can connect so easily with other people

🌃 - Earth Moon/Venus may enjoy traditional music. Especially if you have it placed in your 4th house, they love culture/traditions and things that remind them of their home

🌃 - Pluto in your 1st/11th house > You can get envy just because of being yourself, you have a very powerful presence in other people's lives

🌃 - Mars in 1st/2nd/10th house can have a very gorgeous body. Especially if they work on their bodies. It ends up with good results

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🌃 - I love making spiritual posts because they are giving such a good vibe, its always this comforting energy coming in!🌃

🌃 Hope you all have a good day full of blessings to everyone reading my notes 🌃

- H a r m o o n i x

[earthlybeam]

Hello, I absolutely love how you write! I'd like to suggest mortal reader who takes a liking to some of the more intricate elf braids and hairstyles and asks the elves if they could style readers hair for the first time? With Elrond, Thranduil, and who ever else you'd like to include! Thanks!

Thranduil, Elrond version below.

🍷𝓣𝓱𝓻𝓪𝓷𝓭𝓾𝓲𝓵

The air in the Woodland Realm is thick with the scent of moss and autumn leaves. The flickering candlelight casts golden hues across the stone chamber where you sit, your heart pounding just a little faster than usual. Across from you, Thranduil reclines in his carved wooden chair, adorned in flowing silks of deep green and silver, his long, pale fingers tracing idle patterns along the stem of his goblet.

He looks ethereal, as he always does—every movement of his as effortless as wind shifting through the trees. His hair, impossibly smooth and woven into elaborate braids, catches the dim light like spun starlight. You’ve always admired it. More than once, your fingers have itched to touch those braids, to understand their intricate weaves. And now, sitting before him, you find yourself speaking before you can rethink it. “My lord,” you begin hesitantly, voice softer than intended. “Would you… braid my hair?”

There’s a pause. A long one. His silver-blue eyes flick to yours, unreadable. For a moment, you wonder if you’ve overstepped. Then, slowly, he sets his goblet aside. “You wish for me to braid your hair?” His tone carries neither mockery nor warmth, just the cool, deliberate cadence of someone weighing a request with great care. You nod. “I’ve always admired Elven braids. But I’ve never had someone weave them into my hair.”

Another pause. Thranduil studies you as if unraveling some hidden meaning behind your words. Then, wordlessly, he extends a hand, fingers curling just slightly—a silent summons. Your breath catches as you move closer, kneeling before him. He shifts, his long, elegant fingers sweeping through your hair in a slow, methodical motion. The touch sends a shiver down your spine—not cold, not warm, just… aware. “Your hair is softer than I expected,” he murmurs, more to himself than to you.

His fingers move with practiced ease, sectioning your hair, twisting and weaving in a rhythm both foreign and hypnotic. You can feel his breath against the back of your neck, steady and composed. There’s something almost reverent in the way he handles each strand, as if the act itself holds meaning beyond simple aesthetics. “Elven braids carry purpose,” he says quietly, his voice close to your ear. “They mark kinship, allegiance, history. A warrior’s braid is not the same as a royal one. A lover’s braid… differs still.”

Your throat tightens. You want to ask what kind of braid he’s weaving into your hair, but the words catch behind your lips. He finishes with a final, gentle tug, securing the plait with an unseen motion. His hands linger for a moment, fingertips ghosting against your skin, before he finally leans back. “There,” he says, his voice softer now.

You reach up, fingers brushing over the intricate work. It feels unlike anything you’ve ever worn before, elegant and precise. Somehow, though you cannot see it, you know it is not just any braid. It is something his hands crafted, something deliberately chosen. “It suits you,” Thranduil remarks, and when you turn back to him, there’s something in his gaze that wasn’t there before. Something thoughtful. Something unreadable. You don’t know what it means yet. But you think, perhaps, he does.

📜 𝓔𝓵𝓻𝓸𝓷𝓭

The halls of Rivendell shimmered in the golden light of the afternoon, casting long, delicate shadows across the carved archways and polished stone. You sat upon a cushioned bench in one of the balconies overlooking a waterfall, watching the cascading mist drift into the air. The elves of Elrond’s house moved gracefully through the corridors, their hair adorned with intricate braids, woven like silver and gold filigree.

You had always admired their artistry—the way their hands wove strands together as if crafting something sacred, something eternal. And so, in a quiet moment, you turned to Elrond, who sat beside you, immersed in a book. “Elrond,” you asked softly, hesitant yet eager. “Would you braid my hair?”

He lifted his gaze from the pages, dark brows rising slightly in surprise. A small, knowing smile played at his lips. “You wish for an elven braid?” You nodded, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. “I see the others wearing them, and they seem… intricate, beautiful. I would like to know what it feels like.”

For a moment, Elrond regarded you, as though measuring the weight of such a request. Then, with a gentle incline of his head, he set his book aside and gestured for you to turn. “Sit before me,” he instructed, his voice low and smooth, carrying an age-old patience. As you obeyed, he reached forward, his hands threading through your hair with a touch so light it sent a shiver down your spine. His fingers were warm, deliberate, and precise—his movements slow, as if memorizing each strand.

“You have fine hair,” he murmured, his tone contemplative. “Soft… different from that of my kind, but no less lovely.” A comfortable silence settled between you as he worked, gathering sections with practiced ease. The occasional brush of his knuckles against the nape of your neck sent warmth curling through your chest. The sound of the waterfall faded into the background, the moment narrowing down to the steady rhythm of his fingers and the quiet hum of his breath.

“I have braided the hair of my children before,” he admitted after a time, his voice almost wistful. “Arwen, when she was young, would sit just as you are now, though she often wriggled away before I was finished.” You smiled at the thought. “And did you let her?” A soft chuckle rumbled from him. “Not once.”

You felt the final strands being woven into place before his hands stilled. He ran his fingers over the braid, ensuring its hold, before securing it with a delicate silver clasp. Then, with a reverent slowness, he traced the length of his work. “There,” he said, his voice quieter now, as though reluctant to break the moment. “A braid worthy of the elves.”

You reached up, fingers brushing over the intricate weave. It was flawless—each strand woven with such precision and care that it felt less like a hairstyle and more like a piece of art. Turning back to him, you met his gaze, and for a fleeting moment, there was something unreadable in his expression—something softened, something ancient and knowing.

“Thank you,” you murmured. He inclined his head, but his eyes lingered on yours, unreadable depths of wisdom and quiet understanding. “It suits you,” he said at last. And the way he said it—so simple, so certain—made your heart flutter like the rustling leaves in the wind.

[fanged-fanfics]

hello! I want to say that I love your writing! It’s so detailed and so true to the characters. If requests are still open I was wondering if I could have a Sun Wukong x Fem!reader

I was wondering what prompts you would have for Sun Wukong trying to ask the reader to marry him? Like if maybe he would be nervous? and how would he go to propose?

thank you so much I hope your having a wonderful day!

👑🧡 Proposal HCs — Wukong x Fem Reader 🧡👑

Genres: Romance, Fluff || she/her pronouns for reader || No warnings needed

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- Right off the bat he stresses about it all going well. He asks around the Monkey Crew for any advice, hell he even goes to DBK to try and ask him if there's any tips he could use to make this the best it can be. He wants to go all out for you

- He keeps second-guessing himself. He wants it to be perfect, but is also worried nearly constantly about if he's doing the wrong approach. Too much? Not enough? More, less? Big or small? He's indecisive in his planning for a long time

- When he does finally get a plan, he amps up the suave attitude while taking you out on the date he plans to propose on. He freshens up the best he can and finds a suit to wear, he compliments you frequently and tries to pull out all the cool tricks he can think of. Basically tries to act like the perfect gentleman while frequently goofing off at the same time

- Despite his bravado, he's nervous. He knows this is a really big step, and it took him a lot of time to prepare this. Not just the date and the preparations, but his heart as well. He knows being with him comes with a lot of risks and troubles, but he knows by now that he wants you there with him through it all

- After a dinner, he takes you to some of your favorite spots in general to make sure you have as much fun as possible. He makes sure to slide in special attention to the little things he remembers you like, like ordering your favorite food for you off of memory or offering to do something he knows you love

- At the end of it all he takes it back to where he feels safest, Flower Fruit Mountain. But he stops you before you guys can go into the waterfall. That's when he begins admitting things to you, like how he's felt about your relationship so far and all the positive things he sees in you. He's nervous while he does it, sweating a little and struggling to keep his voice steady as he lays his heart to you

- He finally semi-awkwardly wraps it up and gets down on one knee. He decided after hearing some demon methods from DBK and mortal methods from the Monkey Crew that the mortal way seems simple and sweet enough to work. He's kept one hand largely in his pocket the whole time, but when he takes it out you see he's been fidgeting with a cloth. He peels it back to show a ring

- With a huge feeling of anxiety mixed with the faintest glimmer of hope, Wukong makes a quip to you about being the Queen of Flower Fruit Mountain by his side

[fallenfantasyworld]

The alpha wolf had been leading his pack on a hunt all day. Mating season just wrapped up, and with all their females pregnant, it had been some time since he, or any other male in the pack, had been able to have their needs taken care of.

He was nearly twice the size of the next largest member of his pack, something that had kept him in power. But also something that made it easier to search for prey. As he lifted his head up he finally caught a scent. A scent of a woman. Signaling his pack, they stealthily made their way to the source. Taking care not to alert their soon to be found prey.

The redhead had just finished setting up her tent for the night, but with enough sunlight still out and the long walk to her campsite she walked over to the nearby waterfall and removed her clothes to shower with the natural water. Her red bob haircut covered her right eye but she was used to the obscured vision and had her guard down anyways as she let the cool water cascade down her body.

She was going to take a proper rinse and shower once she was back in town, but was satisfied with a more natural method of a shower, unintentionally giving predators a hell of a show.

[bwobgames]

"We went to some waterfalls last year. They are some hidden beauty kind of thing we saw on tiktok, so we wanted to explore.

We set up our tents in an area that wasn't meant for camping.

We are kind of experts in the field so we didn't think much of it.

The place was... certainly cold. And rocky and... humid. The trek took a good amount of effort.

We had it , really! but um...

Things are not so easy at night

Paolo was my brother. He woke up in the middle of the night to get fresh air or something like that, i dont know, but.

He... he slip in the rocks and fell.

We found out in the morning"

Oliver tries his best to supress the picture that comes into his mind.

He fell. That's what they all said.

"Those waterfalls... We'll be passing through that area tonight"

“I… I’m kinda hoping to see him. I hope the train lets me see him”

"I hope he gets in"

Oliver cannot suppress the shiver that runs down his spine

“The news had a picture of us that was way too good for something so morbid”

He shows his phone background. It’s five friends taking a picture in front of a waterfall.

“Can I see the article?”

“Vivi!”

“Uh. My condolences. Can I see the article?”

“Sure, let me… Ah shit. No signal”

“What…?”

(No, no. Don’t Panic just yet. Breath in, Calm down, and Analyse. The BCA method.)

He looks out the window and sees nothing but trees

Ah. They left the city already. That was quick, not going into traffic really makes a difference.

Trains are awesome.

“We’re out of range for phone signal, I believe. We are out of the city. When we reach somewhere more urban, we should get it back”

Although he is not sure if this train is going to pass through any urban place like buses do. That would be incredibly efficient. Awful for this situation but he’s not going to blame the train for it.

Wait, is his love for trains the house’s effect? Wait, no, that could just be the autism. Did the train give him autism??

Much to discuss.

“Excuse me, sorry for us keeping you guys busy, I’m sure you are tired. Let me show you where the bedroom cabins are”

“(Ah! My manners!)”

“Thank you! This bag has been killing me!”

And so they leave.

“We’ll be okay. We’ll be okay! There’s no murderous maniac here. And it’s not that big of a place! I think. We’ll be fine”

Ángel is doing a commendable job keeping himself together

It’s… inspiring

“When has a house ever taken us down, yeah?”

“Yeah! We have the power of gay love!”

He suddenly looks at Vivi.

“And gay friendship!”

Vivi is… fixated on a photo.

“Vivi?”

“Hm? What? Yes? Gay love or something yeah? Yahoo!”

“What are you looking at?”

“Uh, nothing! It’s just… I really hate the lighting in this photo! That must be the house effect. Making me bad at lighting.”

“Uh. Anyways. Yeah, it’s probably nothing. Be right back!”

And so she leaves

He also didn’t realize the kids left as well. Is just him and Ángel now.

“I’ll see what she’s hiding. I have unbanned war tactics that will make her fess up”

“I don’t think the sad kitty eyes will work on her”

“No, no. That’s my tactic for you. I need to bring out different tactics with her. She’s a strong enemy”

They are always so dramatic those two.

He is a bit… saddened, That Vivi is hiding something from him. He’s never been that good at friendship, seeing Vivi and Ángel’s relationship got him wishing for something like that.

Of course, Ángel and Vivi have been friends since they were kids, and he only knows her for these last few years but-

He really hopes this is… something unrelated. And in no way reflective of his friendship with her.

He will trust. Because that’s what friends do.

“Stick with someone, please? Even if it’s just a worker, or stay in your room! Or- or the bathroom! Just-“

“I’ll be safe”

“…Yeah. Yeah, you always are”

“But if something happens, you scream, okay? Scream at the top of your lungs! Like you did at the Los Bunkers concert, okay?”

“I’ll keep it in mind. In case of danger, I ask for an encore”

“…I love you”

Ah! Sudden emotional attack! What a dirty trick!

“So just sit here and look pretty, okay? Be right back!”

Woah! Woahwoahwoah! Affection! Direct attack!

One day. One day he’ll stop reacting like a teen boy with a crush. And then he’ll see! Everyone will see!

“(…Maybe if we are quiet… surely the other cabins won’t hear, right…?)”

“(No, No. Bad Oliver. Wait until home. Where there’s showers and privacy)”

Willing his thoughts about his gorgeous boyfriend to settle, he plans his next move.

It’s 9 pm

<-PREV START NEXT->

[belit0]

HEAR ME OUT!!!

Okay so like, I just had a bombastic idea that always bugs me whenever I'm into a fictional media.

What if modern Reader gets sent to the Naruto universe but when she first sees the characters she only goes "Damn, nice cosplay, you look exactly like (character)!"

Like, she fr believes she got kidnapped and left in the middle of nowhere with a bunch of cosplayers and talks to the characters as if they're gen Z 😭😭😭😭😭 I think it would be so funny

(But the moment they do some jutsu she almost shits herself and thinks she's just having an horrible psychotic episode...)

JAHSDAKSHHDSAJHDSAKJHD NA CAUSE THIS IS SO FUNNY

Shisui

(Y/N) stumbles into a stream and nearly faceplants into someone crouching beside it, sipping water like it’s an anime opening.

-Jesus, you’re hot. Are you part of the same cosplay cult or are you like… a forest spirit trying to kill me with your jawline?

Shisui blinks in pure confusion.

-Do you need help? You look lost.

-I am lost. I woke up in a discount Studio Ghibli reboot with some 10/10 anime thirst traps and I haven’t had Wi-Fi in hours. This is either a prank, a mental breakdown, or I got kidnapped by really well-dressed weebs with a budget.

Shisui tilts his head, like she’s a particularly intriguing puzzle.

-You’re speaking strangely. Are you under a genjutsu?

-You’re the one in the lacefront and eyeliner, man, don’t come at me with “genjutsu.” That’s straight-up gaslighting.

Itachi

She finds Itachi meditating under a waterfall and screams.

-BRO. Not you doing the tortured emo anti-hero arc under a waterfall like this is a music video.

Itachi opens his eyes slowly, confused, water cascading around him.

-You should not be here.

-No shit. I was ordering a Starbucks oat milk latte like fifteen minutes ago and now I’m in “Hot Anime Boy Simulator 3.0: You Can’t Escape.”- She stares. -Also, can you like, not look at me like that? I have trauma and your gaze is giving me flashbacks to every mistake I’ve ever made.-

Itachi squints.

He doesn’t understand a word she’s saying but finds it spiritually exhausting.

Sasuke

He doesn't entertain her nonsense.

He's busy, thank you very much.

When he finally gets tired of her “delusion”, Sasuke does a full technique to prove he's real.

(Y/N) just STARES at the giant skeleton emerging from his form and ripping through the trees.

And then:

-Okay. Nope.- She backs away slowly. -Nope nope nope. That’s not cosplay. That’s pure sci-fi with a personality disorder. IS THIS A PSYCHOTIC BREAK? AM I DEAD? IS THIS HELL? Why are you all hot if I’m in hell?!-

She turns to a tree. -Hey Siri, call my therapist.

Tree: 🌳

-I’m hallucinating. I KNEW I shouldn’t have taken that edible.

Madara and Izuna

When (Y/N) opened her eyes, the first thing she noticed was the smell of pine.

The second thing was that the ground was suspiciously real.

Coarse, scratchy grass pressed against her arms, and the sky above her was a perfect blue—not the digital kind.

Birds chirped somewhere in the distance.

Someone was yelling.

Great.

She’d either been kidnapped and left in a forest, or this was the worst hangover of her life.

A shadow passed overhead.

She sat up slowly, blinking blearily at two men standing at the edge of a clearing, arguing like their lives depended on it—or maybe just their egos.

They were dressed in high-collared black cloaks trimmed in deep red, their hair flowing like something out of an anime opening.

One of them had his arms crossed, radiating judgmental older brother energy.

The other one looked like he’d either stab you or flirt with you.

Possibly both.

(Y/N) stared at them.

And then she snorted.

-Damn. Y’all really committed to the cosplay, huh?

Both men turned.

Madara’s gaze narrowed, slow and piercing. -Who are you?-

She points at Madara. -You must be, like, the rich kid of the group. You’re giving final boss energy. Uchiha brothers huh? You look exactly like them, 10/10, no notes.

-Who sent you?— Madara’s voice is grave, suspicious.

-Bro’s method acting. Oh my god, are you one of those “I live as my character” people? Do you sleep in your wig?- She gasps, then grins. -Wait, wait, don't tell me—are you filming a fan movie? Can I be the confused villager who accidentally seduces the main villain? Because I have range.

They look at each other like she might be an enemy with a screw loose.

-What are you even-

-You, Izuna guy- she turned to Izuna, eyes sparkling in awe, not giving them time to speak -You look exactly like him. Are you the one hottie from TikTok who does the transformation edits? Because if this is a prank video, you’re getting views.

Izuna’s brow twitched. -You know my name?-

-Of course I do. Izuna Uchiha, canonically dead but fanonically hot. There’s, like, ten thousand thirst edits of you. Your face is plastered across Tumblr like you invented cheekbones.

-Tumblr...? I'm pretty much alive, as you can see. What the hell are you even talking about...- Izuna, the god of flirtation, is too stunned to even react to the information of those edits.

Madara stepped forward. -You’re not from around here. Are you a spy?-

(Y/N) laughed.

Hard.

-A SPY? What am I gonna do, leak your next outfit drop to the Hidden Leaf Fashion Week? Bro, I don’t even know where I am. I was getting a latte. Then BAM—forest. It’s giving Kidnapped by Cosplayers™, not espionage.

Izuna stepped beside Madara, his expression both amused and confused. -She could be under a genjutsu.-

-Y’all keep saying that like it’s not just gaslighting with special effects.

Madara exchanged a glance with Izuna.

Then, without a word, he inhaled and weaved through a few seals. His hands moved fast—too fast.

(Y/N) was about to make another sarcastic remark about method acting when suddenly:

FWOOOM.

A wall of fire roared to life behind him, spiraling up into the sky like a dragon made of flame.

The air shimmered with heat.

Trees cracked in protest.

The sheer force of it knocked her backwards.

She screamed.

-OHMYGOD WHAT THE FU—

She scrambled backward on all fours like a raccoon caught in a spotlight, eyes wide as saucers.

-THIS ISN’T COSPLAY. THIS ISN’T A BIT. THIS ISN’T A FANFILM THIS IS ARSON WITH A FIRE GOD.

Izuna took a step forward. -Still think this is a prank?-

-I think I’m hallucinating. Or dead. Or in a coma. Is this one of those “you died and now you live in Naruto” fever dreams? I swear to god if Kakashi walks out next I’m gonna cry.

-Who's even Kakashi?- Izuna asks, utterly confused.

Madara crouched beside her with the slow grace of a predator. -You claim not to know where you are. Then explain how you know our names, our faces.—

-Because you’re fictional!- she snapped, hair disheveled, eyes wild. -I read fanfiction about you! You’re supposed to be from a manga. YOU DIE.-

Izuna frowned. -We. Are. ALIVE!... And you keep saying that. "Fictional." Is that a clan?-

-YES.- She pointed at him. -The Clan of Heartthrobs Who Ruin Women’s Standards Worldwide.-

Madara tilted his head slowly. -She's insane.-

-You’re not even wrong.

For a moment, all three just stared at each other.

Then (Y/N), still panting, stood shakily to her feet and dusted herself off.

-Okay. Okay, think. I got this. I just need to find a hospital. Or a mirror. Or a void to scream into. Do you guys have those here?

Izuna blinked. -A… void?-

-Never mind. Do you guys at least have coffee?

Madara and Izuna would go back to the compound deeply concerned.

(Y/N), meanwhile, would sit cross-legged under a tree later that night, staring at the moon, muttering:

-This is fine. I’m in Naruto. I’ll just marry a war criminal and vibe. It’s fine. I’m adaptable.

[star-crossed-sluts]

Could you please write a loki x reader. Reader gains weight on accident at first but loki likes it so he gets reader to gain more. Fem reader.

If not it’s okay <3

I love writing about men discovering they like reader chubby <3 This is my first time writing third person limited focused on the male lead, so any feedback would be cherished

Contents: 1.1kwords, love mentions, weight gain and associated body changes/insecurities, giggly sex

Minors DNI

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Loki’s never been… particular, shall we say? 

Sex was nothing to him. A means to an end, no care for any specific physical form for his partner to have, let alone prefer it. Love on the other hand was something he’d never dreamed of having for himself - some abstract concept that didn’t exist, at least not for him. He never thought for a second that love was something he would hold in his arms every dawn and dusk, or that he could taste it in homemade cooking and smell it in the bathroom after you’d showered. 

In that aspect, you’d managed to exceed all the expectations he’d never had.

“Fuck!”

Loki never knew how terrible love could be. How his heart could drop out of his body just from a vulgar word in the other room, or how he could be so worried he could completely forget about using magic to get to you faster. Not until he was running through your apartment (which he was slowly and methodically laying his own claim to, until he was so ingrained in your life you couldn’t get rid of him. Naturally.) Why would anyone subject themselves to something that could hurt so much?

And then he laid eyes on your half-nude form and remembered.

Because you were standing in the middle of your bedroom in your undergarments (“please just call them panties,” you’d always beg) and he had the absolute privilege to stare at you as perversely as he desired. If another man thought of you the way he did, he’d have to reconsider world domination. Put the fear of the gods back into those mortals. 

But when you spun around to face him, you had a sour look puckering your lovely features. “You,” you accused, jabbing a finger at him, “are at fault here!”

“Probably,” he conceded instantly. “What have I done?”

You threw some of your clothes at him. He recognized them. You called them the good jeans. He called them infernal invention that keeps me from your sweet pussy. “They don’t fit anymore!”

He tried not to show his pleasure too much. “Oh?” He immediately knew he’d failed, your glare furthering. 

“Oh,” you mocked, a thick British accent on the word. “This is your fault, y’know? Before you, I ate pretty healthy. Now I’m going out every other night to restaurants that smother everything in butter and wine-”

“You’re upset about going out?”

Loki could practically watch memories of the delicious food you’ve been sharing dance through your vision, inducing a small dreamy sigh. “No,” you decided, “no, I’m not. No, I just-” You huffed, falling against his chest and trusting him to both hold you upright and comfort you - which he did happily. “I’m just frustrated because now I have to actually put effort into working out or find new jeans.”

And, well, Loki was adamantly against more jeans, so he may have gently swayed you to the other option. After all, he wanted you happy, and he didn’t care what your form looked like to make that happen.

Until he got you undressed in a different circumstance. 

Until he was bullying his way into your sweet cunt with your soft form pressed against him. Your breasts bouncing against the hard plane of his chest, thick thighs hooked over his slim hips, heels pressed into the small of his back. You felt like velvet all over - from the soft skin pulled taut over wide hips in his hands to the wet heat wrapped around his cock. He hasn’t been so close to blowing his load so soon since his first time between your thighs. 

“Look so beautiful, my love,” spilled from his lips like a waterfall. He simply couldn’t hold it back, and besides that, he wouldn’t want to. His Queen deserved to know just how stunning she was, every minute of the day. Especially when it made you moan into his ear, hand snapping over your mouth like you could take it back, turning away from him even as your hips met his with every thrust. 

His Queen was so shy. 

Loki took the soft tendon on your neck between his teeth, gently working a mark onto the skin, groaning against you as your walls fluttered around him at the sensation. “Don’t hide from me, love,” he coaxed. Long fingers wrapped around your neck from behind, rubbing gentle circles into your hairline, completely contrary and yet perfectly befitting the way he hammered into you. His other hand traveled your body like he was discovering you all over again, caressing every new dip and pudge of skin like you were the most amazing sculpture. People across the world would marvel at your beauty, whisper that man wasn’t capable of creating such magnificence - that you were instead made by a god. 

“Stop,” you slurred through the pleasure, his rolling hips working your sensitive clit against his dark hair. Your hand on his back clawed the pale skin, leaving your mark on him as it curled into a fist, beating the breadth of his shoulders with no force. You giggled through the moans as his fingers danced over your sides, hissing, “that tickles,” at him as if that would ever implore him to quit. “Stop fondling my rolls!”

“What a cruel world,” he lamented theatrically, the only way he knew how, “when a man can’t even fondle his dearest love!” 

“Be serious when you’re in my guts!”

“I am serious, darling!” A sharp tug pulled you higher up on his lap, cock spearing even deeper into you, pushing out a whine from deep in your chest. “Don’t you feel how well we fit? You’re perfect, my love, and your body’s no exception.”

He let you hide away in his neck, nipping your own small marks onto him as his thrusts turned slower, more sensual. “Even when I’ve gained-”

“Don’t you Midgardians have a saying about that? ‘In sickness and in health?’” 

Your lips stretched against him, betraying the way you tried to sound less eager as your hips rolled against his. “Those are wedding vows, Loki.”

He guided you to his lips, devouring you with a smile. “I’m practicing for the future, then.” 

He delighted in the way you giggled as you came on his cock, holding him close as he fucked you through it. He craved the way you no longer shied away when he groped your waist, pulling you harder against him as he used the way your cunt sucked him in to chase his own end.

He had a standing reservation made before your legs stopped shaking.

[meganegatari]

ellie ver. abby ver. no one asked for this but i'm writing it anyway! to complete the set heheh, and to have SOMETHING in my poor girl dina's section...tis barren. just saw a tumbleweed roll by, actually. warning: extremely lazy, smutty yap ahead. typed this in like .2 seconds idek-

so, to cut straight (not!!) to the chase, dina's favorite method is none of the three—strap, tribbing, or fingering. yes she loves them all, but her favorite would be oral. more specifically face-sitting, methinks. both giving and receiving, but ima talk about receiving.

when she's on top of you, i feel like she'd be very vocal. shaky, sweet-toned moans and sounds falling from her plush lips while you work your magic, and an endless sea of praises for you too. "so good, yes—just like that... don't stop." her velvety voice only eggs you on to do more, as you change your tongue into a point to circle her throbbing bud, before harshly sucking it in your mouth, and feeling her pussy gush all over your face. and fuck how you loved her thighs, you could get lost in kneading the soft flesh, tugging her closer to you with wide caresses all over her creamy skin, wherever you could reach.

you dip your skilled tongue into her quivering hole, and she takes ahold of the top of your head to brace herself, her whines of pleasure increasing in pitch. they say having a woman seated on your face is a near-godly experience, and with dina—boy did that ring true. the longer she stayed there, rocking her hips against your mouth, the less and less you wanted to leave. every move she made was somehow filled with grace and a certain elegance, no matter how lewd it was in actuality.

your eyes would flutter, your own moans muffled and shooting vibrations against her, inciting even more shockwaves of pleasure to shoot through her body. i also think she'd be an expert at keeping her composure. her voice would stay breathy, yet it would have a somewhat softly dominating, even saccharine edge to it, especially when she got close, and you had no choice but to obey.

if she was about to cum you couldn't tell just by her sounds, but by opening your eyes to look up at her and the way she had thrown her head back, her dark locks cascading around her as if they were a waterfall, and the tensing of her pussy, along with her thighs clamping your head in were all telltale signs she was there. you flatten your tongue to let her ride out the high until she's spent, gasping and trembling above you, until she falls to the side with a satisfied smile on her face.

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