#No Dialogue

[sometiktoksarevalid]

#no dialogue #i want to dress like both of them

[tiktoks-with-captions]

CHOCOLATE GUY CHOCOLATE GUY

#chocolate guy #amaury guichon #tik tok #this guy is my hero #tiktok #no dialogue

[limeskye]

#whumptober2023 #no.2 #thermometer #roswell new mexico #gifs #ailesswhumptober2023 #no.18 #fever #rnm #michael guerin #sick #no dialogue #because i just wanted multiple gifs of him being ill #whump #whumptober #my gifs #concern #comfort #temperature #coughing

[she-walks-on-starlight]

Negotiations

a/n: This is Day 2! So sorry it's late, I was hospitalised over the weekend which put me behind! I'm working hard to catch up hehe

Pairing: Ambessa Medarda x Fem!Reader

Prompt: Write a scene without any dialogue

Warnings: smut, vaginal fingering, public sex, alcohol drinking, slight dom-sub vibes, mentions of violence, mention of blood

Summary: Ambessa hates negotiating, no matter how important it is for her rule. Perhaps she will make herself some entertainment to find it more enjoyable...

Word Count: 1.1k

18+ | MEN AND MINORS DNI | 18+

You know Ambessa finds these meetings the most tedious part of ruling over Noxus. She finds little meaning or use in negotiations, far more used to greeting political rivals and ambitious warlords with her sword at their throat than breaking bread with them. It is a preposterous notion to her, attempting to appease her perceived enemies. As she presides over the emissaries and nobles at the head of the table, you know she is listening keenly, identifying weakness, and sniffing out any hidden agendas. Noxian custom is steeped in violence, and there was a time that Ambessa would be demanding fealty or these peoples’ heads.

But things are different for her now. Now, her daughter Mel has agreed to remain in contact with her and visit Noxus more often with her consort, Jayce. Ambessa can breathe easier knowing that rebuilding the bridge between herself, and her daughter will secure her legacy and ensure that a Medarda inherits the throne upon Ambessa’s death.

She has you now. Seated to her right, close by so she can always see you. Her consort, the love she never thought she’d find again. You’ve dressed yourself in a scarlet red ensemble tonight, complete with a gold medallion belt accentuating your hips. Red and gold, her favourite colours. The colours of war and victory. Conquest. You’ve already caught her more than once tonight, her eyes raking down your figure, her eyes hungry and her tongue darting out to wet her lips. When your eyes meet, she flashes you a fanged smile, no doubt envisioning the many ways she will take you when this insufferable night is over.

You’re drawn to one of the visiting emissaries booming laughter as he gulps down wine and flirts boisterously with the serving girls as they refill his plate and his cup. You try to suppress your smile as you take in Ambessa’s disgust, knowing she’d want nothing more than to pick up the lout like a ragdoll and smash him into the ornate mahogany dining table, likely shattering it in the process.

The image sends an unexpected but not entirely unwelcome rush of heat between your legs. You squeeze your thighs as you imagine her leering down at the man, twitching as blood leaks from his head and then turns to you with her signature smirk. The very same smirk that ushered you into her bed three years ago, at another function where Ambessa was more interested in the wine selection than the purpose of the gathering. The scandal had rocked the court of Noxus, their esteemed leader engaging in an ill-advised relationship with a younger woman, and the daughter of an insignificant noble. She had silenced their doubts in her usual way, with threats of broken bones and removed tongues.

At first, you were convinced that she wanted only for your body, the way she tasted and marked your flesh during your visits bruising you with carnal possession. She was a tornado of fire, and you were blessed to be at the heart of the inferno. Countless nights you found yourself in awe of her, in awe of your luck. Nights spent with shaking legs, dripping with sweat and your own release as she made you scream her name for her over and over again. She was never satisfied with hearing your desperate pleas and devoted prayers to her only once. You never feared her, and knew she would never hurt you, not unless you asked her to.

But she soon proved to you that she wanted more, much more, than what your body could give her. She wanted you by her side always, listening to her stories of long-forgotten battles on distant shores, showing off your new dresses, massaging away her troubles in the bathhouse. She had fallen hard for you, an unexpected light leading her out of the darkness.

You’re startled out of your reminiscing by a hand creeping up your dress, invited in by the high riding slit at the thigh. You gulp as Ambessa’s face remains completely impassive as she sips at her wine, but you don’t miss the quick glance she sends your way, and you know exactly what she’s trying to say.

Be quiet. Don’t move. And enjoy.

Her hand climbs higher, and you hear her try in vain to supress the deep rumbling groan that threatens to emanate from her throat when she finds no underwear to stop her advance. You’re already wet from your earlier fantasising, and your clit is throbbing, begging for her attention. As she drags calloused fingers through your folds, you grit your teeth and grip the table tightly. You’re in for a ride, and regardless of the social setting, Ambessa will expect you to take what she gives you.

She wastes no time in gathering the slick pooling from you, coating her fingers before she pushes one inside. Her fingers are thick, and no matter how used to the stretch you’ve become, you relish in the burn as your pussy eagerly welcomes her inside. Your knuckles are white with how hard you’re holding on and you’re fighting to keep your breathing even, lest one of your guests suspect something’s wrong. Ambessa would hate to be interrupted.

She’s adding a second finger, smirking into her wine as she can feel you tighten around her. You can feel the pressure mounting in your belly, your entire body aching for release. You shoot her a pleading look and feel her curl her fingers in response. You start to see spots at the edge of your vision as she brings you closer and closer, all while engaging in dull conversation. Gods, you were going to make her pay for this later. Her thumb is pressing roughly against your clit in swift, calculated circles, you can feel her determination to send you tumbling over the edge. Soon enough, you are doing just that, but you’re hurtling not simply falling. Your orgasm hits you like a searing meteorite, burning through you with force and it takes all of your self-control not to cry out, biting down on your lip so hard you draw blood. You cover it up quickly by taking a sip of wine, dabbing at your mouth with your napkin and glaring at Ambessa reproachfully. She takes no notice, leaning back in her chair with a self-satisfied grin.

Shaking your head, you try to reintegrate yourself into the conversation, though none of it holds your interest. Instead, you find yourself consumed by thoughts of your handsome warrior, trailing over each scar you can see and thinking fondly of all the ones you cannot but know intimately. You will reward her mischief with a soothing massage and relaxing oils tonight, it’s been far too long since you’ve caressed her bulging muscles. But you will deny her the taste of your flesh until she begs, a fitting punishment for tonight’s shenanigans. After all, no matter what the nobles of Noxus or the visiting emissaries of foreign lands may think, no matter how imposing Ambessa may appear, you know that there is only person she will fall to her knees for. Tonight, you will make her remember why.  

#my writing #arcane fanfic #lesbian #arcane #ambessa medarda #ambessa x reader #smut #female reader #fem reader #writing challenge #arcane ambessa #fanfic #dom/sub #no dialogue #slight blood

[cinamun]

Happy birthday | Next

Dearest Readers,

Please allow me to orient you below the cut:

As you walk down the scenic byway of Bayani Place in Hopewell Hills, San Sequoia, you'll notice the warm lights coming from the newly constructed home that overlooks the ocean. As you approach, you'll see a full driveway, the sounds of laughter and the smells of a home cooked meal made with love. If, by chance, you happened to walk inside, you'd find the most loving family members dressed for an overnight stay as two of their exhausted loved ones rest above them. You'll hear the sweet coos of infants and the soft meows of the resident cat while the quiet noise of the television fills the gaps.

This is how I found Hope and Jayce just a little while after welcoming their son and daughter to the worlds. Those sweet little newborns are now infants and their parents still feel the feelings they felt the moment they had them.

As of now, their family is around for a couple more days to help out, they've sold their old home just a few blocks away and, as you can imagine, they are still adjusting to this new world.

Stay tuned for part 2 of today's update.

Lot Credit: The one and only @therichantsim who has mastered the art of building to the unique style of Hopewell Hills.

#ts4 #indya #black simblr #no dialogue #just vibes friends #just vibes #welcome back readers! #part two cometh! #ts4 story #sims 4 story #simblr #ch23 #that's right... a new chapter!

[swirlymarimo]

Sanji: *singing a french love song with the kitchen window open*

Zoro: *listening as he naps outside the window*

#zosan #zoro x sanji #zoro and sanji #zosan script #original zosan script #not incorrect quotes #my post #no dialogue

[xero013]

Gift 🚇⚡

#nimbasa trio #nimbasabattleshipping #conductorshipping #submas #elesa #subway boss ingo #subway boss emmet #gym leader elesa #subway boss nobori #subway boss kudari #thirdrailshipping #and the best girlfriend award goes to; ELESA!!! #saw a scarf with a train design and been thinking about it since #(front is black with gold accents; back is white with gold accents) #literally saw it in a store and she went; yeah my boys will definitely love this >:D #not really her actual gift for them for christmas; it would be like some vintage train set #they would buy her that dress she had been eyeing that she couldn't buy cause of how damn expensive it was— #what are you still doing here?— #no dialogue

[estellaedgewater]

Day 20 of writing until I finish my book.

My most recent WIP is a writing challenge for myself to write a story without dialogue.

The Wanderer is a otherworldly being designed to plant the Key of Rebirth into their assigned planet to destroy it. Their only guide is the Hum which unlocks the memories of those which came before them and failed. Wanderer must traverse a dangerous planet which not only seeks to stop them but also begins to eat itself along their journey.

#writers #writing challenge #writing community #my writing #creative writing #writerslife #writeblr #fantasy #adventure #writing #writing productivity #novel writing #writers on tumblr #no dialogue #current wip #daily writing

[stuffymcstuffsworld]

The garden

It had started as a reminder. Nothing big or flashy, nothing noticeable. Just a small reminder to yourself that you came from somewhere far away. A single Acorn that you found in your pocket.

You couldn't remember where it came from or why you had it with you. Yet, it brought you comfort. You had planted it. Not really thinking much about it at first. Heck, you didn't even know if it would grow.

It did, though. It grew well and strong. A large oak in the corner of the garden. While it certainly wasn't as impressive as the Sakura tree that iruma had managed, you loved it all the same. Although you couldn't help but think it looked a little lonely.

So you started adding more. Not much, really just flowers you could find in both hell and earth. Balam had been fascinated when you stated that some species were the same. But still, it looked more cheerful now.

Opera had even placed a beautiful bench underneath your tree so that you could sit down and enjoy the space. Somehow, it was your little getaway. For when you just needed some time to yourself. Which was a lot harder to do when you had 13 children admittedly.

So imagine your surprise when a demon like Kalego is found in your spot. Reading comfortably in the shade. At first, you simply observed how peaceful he looked. It wasn't a look he held often what with the stress of work and the children.

Then you figured since he was in your spot, you would give him the pleasure of your company. Walking over without a word, you sat beside the one person bench. Lazily picking, forget-me-nots from the ground to make a flower crown.

The silence was rather peaceful as you continued like this. Soon, Kalego rested his hand on your head and began petting your hair. A rare moment of affection from him. You leaned your head against his knees as you finished up. Giving him better access to play with the strands of your hair.

Once your crown was completed, you stood up. Letting the dark demons hand trail away. You both gazed at each other for a moment. Eyes locked into place.

It was amazing how so much could be said in silence. You carefully placed the crown on his head, making sure it didn't bother his horns. As you fixed it he simply gave you a balent look.

One that seemed to say. 'You must be joking.' But you only smiled in return. The blue petals contrasting with his dark purple locks rather nicely. 'How lovely.' You thought to yourself watching him scoff at you.

He returned to his book, and you sat back down your back resting against his legs. Both of you enjoy the silence of the garden for just a bit longer. Just a little longer.

#mairimashita! iruma kun #welcome to demon school iruma kun #reader #kalego sensei #naberius kalego #peace #flower crown #no dialogue

[sometiktoksarevalid]

#no dialogue #art #sculpture #wood sculpture #snakes #gasped out loud when i saw the scales

[tiktoks-with-captions]

chocolate guy is back!!!!!

#tiktok #tik tok #chocolate guy #no dialogue #amaury guichon

[wardenmop]

Thanks, Sonny

#miami vice #sonny crockett #rico tubbs #ricardo tubbs #comic page #no dialogue #wardenmop-art

[iamthecomet]

JUST had a thought of maybe dew and aether? 69ing and seeing who can make the other cum first and whoever "loses" will do the dishes for the 2 weeks or smth like that ANYWAY that's such a them thing to do

-📼

It's a stupid bet. Maybe the stupidest bet Aether's ever made. He hates that he agreed to it. Hates that he helped come up with it--a fact he will probably deny. Because he is going to lose. Aether's flat on his back on Dew's bed. Eyes clamped closed. Dew's dick in his mouth, spilling precum onto his tongue. Dew's controlling that rhythm with small rolls of his hips. That isn't the problem. Aether's happy to lay back and let his mouth be used. To be sustained on Dew's scent and taste, and the softness of the bed beneath him. The problem is that Dew's also in charge of the rhythm with which he sucks Aether's cock.

And Dew, knows every trick that makes Aether's thighs shake. He usually draws it out, gets Aether trembling and weak-kneed before he lets him cum.

But there are two weeks of chores on the line.

And Dew has never played fair. Dew's stamina sucks, he's usually the first one out of his mind. But he's also usually not in a position of control. He also knows just how fast he can get Aether to cum. They've cut it close time and time again during show intermissions. Dew's honed this skill down to a science.

Dew does that thing with his tongue and Aether feels himself rocket closer. He digs his fingers into the meat of Dew's ass, hoping the sharp bite of pain will make the smaller ghoul falter.

Dew just chuckles around the head of Aether's cock, and shoves his hips down, forcing his cock further into Aether's mouth.

He's all Aether can smell, taste, feel. He's everywhere, warm and wiry and heavy on his tongue. He's swimming in the smell of cinnamon, woodsmoke, and cigarettes. He has his eyes clamped shut. He tries to focus on Dew's cock in his mouth.

On flicking his tongue over the slit, on pressing on that spot beneath that always makes Dew mewl. He shifts his head to take more of Dew into his mouth, letting the head slip into his throat. He swallows.

Dew makes a small pleasured noise. It feels like a victory.

But no matter how hard Aether tries to focus on only the pleasure he's dealing out. Dew's mouth is treacherous. Hot, and sloppy. He can fell scorching spit dripping onto his balls as Dew works out a rhythm that makes Aether's thighs tremble.

Dew squeezes both of them like he knows, thumbs rubbing down the inside of Aether's thighs. Dew slides one hand up to cup Aether's balls, rolling them in his palm, and Aether gives up. He opens his throat, lets Dew use it, but he stops sucking, stops trying to force Dew to cum. Drool runs down his chin.

He's going to lose. Soon. His toes curl against the bedsheets. His back bows, arching off of the bed, trying to push further into Dew's mouth on instinct. He can't focus on anything except the building pleasure, the sudden ache in his gut. Dew chuckles, victorious already.

Dew presses his tongue hard just under the head of Aether's cock, and he's gone, groaning around Dew and spilling hot into Dew's eager mouth.

Dew milks him for every drop, sucking hard on the head and dragging Aether into overstimulation that makes him twitch and whine. He wants to be upset with himself. But as Dew keeps suckling at him dragging the pleasure out for as long as possible and he can't think beyond his own jolting body, and the insistent press of Dew's cock at the back of his throat. Somehow, even though he lost, it feels like a victory.

He'll rescind that thought later. But for now, he's happy to let Dew milk him dry.

#comet writes #ficlet #aether/dewdrop #dewdrop/aether #dewdrop x aether #aether x dewdrop #request #📼 anon #no dialogue #everyone's mouths are too busy #ghost fic #ghost fan fiction #the band ghost fan fiction #nameless ghoul fan fiction #unedited

[sweatandwoe]

Dearest Sweaty, I humbly request some silco/reader, silco dozing couch fluff.

I hope you feel better soon!

You know it won't be long now. Lying on the couch for nearly an hour, book in hand and reading it with your legs curled up enough to leave room for someone else to sit. Tea has been set down and forgotten, now gone cold in favour of not moving.

It's only midday, but it doesn't surprise you when he nearly collapses into the space you've left for him. Slouching fully into the soft, faded red cushions, he lights a cigar and takes a few pulls from it. He forms no rings, only letting out the smoke in quick puffs.

He'd been up early today, far earlier than usual. Some sort of business by the docks that had taken him well before the sun rose. You glance over your book to see him pinch the bridge of his nose, good eye closed. The clear exhaustion is obvious, even if he's too stubborn to ask.

Setyung the book facedown on the floor, you turn to rearrange yourself. There's a soft sound of bemusement from the other end of the couch when you smack the pillow behind your head before resetting down. Holding the book with one hand, you let the other hang purposefully.

He finishes his cigar and then waits until you finish your page, keeping your place with a pink and blue swirl covered bookmark Jinx had made for you and setting it back on the floor.

Then he's on you. Crawling his way up your body until he's got a cheek pressed against your chest, sighing while he relaxes. One arm wraps around him, holding him to you while other runs along his back soothingly, sometimes going up further to play with his hair. No words are said while he relaxes against you, enjoying the softness of your embrace. And you enjoy the secret softness of his.

Finally, after about ten minutes of gently touching him, you hear a loud snore that let's you relax too. Arms are loose around him while you can feel your eyes growing heavy with the loud snoring just below you.

Because it had been an early morning for you too. Once you had gotten used to his snores, it was hard to fall asleep without them.

So, you close your eyes and escape into the darkness of dreams with your partner. You will still hold him, even there.

#silco x reader #silco #arcane #no dialogue #sweaty asks

[swirlymarimo]

Zoro: *slowly waking up*

Sanji: *lightly snoring*

Zoro: *notices Sanji's messy hair and small amount of drool* *chuckles*

Sanji: *snuggles closer to Zoro*

Zoro: *heart exlodes*

#zosan #zoro x sanji #zoro and sanji #zosan script #original zosan script #my post #no dialogue #is that weird #not incorrect quotes #silent script

[drarrily-we-row-along]

Flufftober 10: Love Language

Loving Harry Potter wasn’t always easy.

Accepting outward signs of affection was hard for Harry. It was hard for him to believe Draco when he said the words, to believe passionate kisses, or grand displays of affection. He didn’t trust big gifts, or words of endearment, or grand vacations. In short, all of the ways that Draco had been shown that he was loved as a child, simply didn’t work for Harry.

Loving Harry Potter looked a little more like handing him a cup of coffee with a dash of cream, two and a half sugars, and a pinch of cinnamon in the afternoon after a long meeting in the morning.

It looked like listening to him while he ranted, while he cried, while he railed against the world’s injustices. It looked like letting him have his feelings and telling him that those feelings were okay, were good even.

Loving Harry looked like casting an extra warming charm on him halfway through a walk in the park on a cool autumn day.

It was having lotion on the sink that he could put on after he washed his hands when the weather was cold so his hands didn’t chafe and crack. And it was finding the right lotion, the one that made him smile that soft tilt of the lips, when he caught a whiff of the vanilla later.

Loving Harry was bringing him a cup of tea in the morning before he got out of bed.

It was waking him off with a kiss on the forehead and soft words instead of letting the alarm do it.

And loving him was listening to him when he talked about all of the ways he felt like he’d never measure up, all of the ways he felt he was failing (and had failed) the people he loved. Love was letting him grieve the person he thought he was supposed to be. But more importantly, it was telling him over and over that he was enough. Just as he was. It was telling him he was good, even when he wasn’t sacrificing something, and telling him that his helpfulness was one of Draco’s least favorite things about him.

Loving Harry was late nights over take out containers and late mornings snuggled together under the duvet.

It was seeker’s games, and pick-up matches in the Weasley’s back garden.

It was Draco’s attempt at knitting socks, lumpy and misshapen, but always pulled out on cold evenings after long, dark days.

Loving Harry was a thousand things, none of them what Draco had expected, and all of them infinitely better.

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#drarry #love #soft #fluff #no dialogue #which is a vibe #and not usually something I do #flufftober #gentle #established relationship #learning to love someone