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majunju · 6 months
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stelle finally meets her match (in aesthetic taste)
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squeaks-reactions · 7 months
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S...l...o...w...l...y...
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lynxxpaw · 2 months
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Today's the day he can get his revenge. Boop your local vessel.
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tr4shyk1tty · 7 months
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"already it's only been ou-" YES ALREADY I NEED NEW WALLACE CONTENT ASAP.
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fjordline · 11 months
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Ultra Magnus has to step in to be like 'the right to trial by combat was removed from the constitution 10 million years ago'
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conscydraws · 2 months
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My first 15 hours in Death Stranding
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skylersprompts · 2 months
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DC x DP Prompt *32*
This was the ninth- no.... tenths loop. He is eating his breakfast and he is dizzy again. Because Mom drugged his oatmeal, because Mom and Dad knew! Danny stood up from his chair and tried to leave the kitchen. (He knew it wouldn't work, it never worked) His eyes grew heavy and a few steps later he hit the ground.
He wakes up to the same gruesome picture as in the last nine loops. But Danny doesn't beg anymore. Or says anything. It hurts, but it's nothing he hasn't had felt before. It would only take them a week before they would destroy his core again and then everything would start anew. Maybe he could think of something better for next time.
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The last feeling he remembered was an all encompassing pain, as his Dad crushed his core. But he was at the breakfast table again, already feeling groggy. But maybe this time he could get help? He knew that he could fight the drugs for around ten minutes, as long as he didn't stand up.
So instead he got his phone out of his pocket. He knew that neither his sisters, nor his friends would be fast enough, he already tried them, but maybe someone else could be fast enough.
He opened Twitter and started to write a new post, ignoring his atrocious spelling in favor of getting as many information out as possible.
@theoneandonlyflash I'm kinda stuck in a time looop and my parents will koll me in about a werk they druged me so I'll be in they lab in a fee minotes. Pleaase helpp and fins me iin Amyt Park, Illnois. My name iss Dannyy Fentin
He was able to press send, before his vision would become to spotty. Now he just needed to hope that the fastest man alive would be able to help him. Danny's head fell on the table.
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It was the eleventh time he woke up to the same scene and this time he couldn't do anything against his tears. He would die again... and again and again...
Danny's spiraling thought were interrupted by the basement door, that had hit the wall. This was new!
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thatsnotahoodjason · 2 years
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bruce allowing a reporter to do an article on him and wayne manor. so he shows the reporter around, and shows them the kids bedrooms.
starting with dick's old room, its fairly messy with a lot of photos of his friends and gym equipment. the reporter makes a joke about how most of the photos are redheads. bruce explains how dick stays here a lot so he leaves a lot of his stuff here but doesn't actually live here anymore.
then they go to jason's room where bruce just pretends to be super sad the whole time. emotional moment. the reporter like, gets down on her knees and does a little prayer for jason and jason is just, hiding in the cupboard trying not to laugh because he forgot he wasn't meant to be here today.
then tim's room. where tim is currently playing video games with cassie, bart, and conner. the reporter makes a comment about the bi flag above his bed and tim just stares at her threateningly in case she was about to say something homphobic, the distraction causes tim to die in the game, kon starts to swear as he was teamed up with tim, making bruce threaten to call his dad (kon: which one?) the room is also an absolute tip, and bruce basically just argues with tim about tidying up.
then to duke's room, which he has only just started moving into so its filled with boxes, but it is very overwhelmingly yellow and a little banner on the door that says "y'all need therapy, not me tho. im totally fine." and the door is covered in bee stickers (courtesy of steph, damian, and tim)
then to damian's room, where he is very casually sitting stiffly on his bed with a sword. the reporter is just. very confused. and damian turns his head and tells bruce to kick tim's friends out the house, and bruce is just like, "you're meant to be in school!?" and damian just utters the word "useless" and just carries on staring at his sword until they leave.
they then go to cass' room which has a little flippable picture of her (one side is her smiling, and the other is her with an angry face- basically just telling ppl if she wants them coming in the room- the sign is on the angry face one) and they enter to find her making out with steph. a lot of awkwardness and panic. steph goes on a rant about privacy and disrespect for wlw couples and calls bruce an "entitled, homophobic, billionaire brat." bruce makes them leave the door partially open and cass just rolls her eyes then shuts it fully when they've left.
later on in the tour, they go to the library and jason is just there reading. so jason does an absolutely terrible english accent and pretends to be alfred's grandson, offering them tea and calling them tossers. the reporter somehow buys it tho and they move on.
in the kitchens is duke, kate, and dick arguing about who's actually been kicked out the kitchen as someone threw away the list of ppl with kitchen bans. so now dick is burning stuff in the oven which kate is trying to salvage and its basically that scene in community and they're just full on panicking.
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in the living room is luke helping to fix a wheel on barbara's chair. haley (dog) is scratching the sofa while trying to get into a comfy sleeping spot and a very disturbing horror film is playing on the tv super loudly. while bruce and the reporter are in the room, the main character survives and luke and barbara boo the tv repeatedly.
then when the reporter is leaving, alfred is behind them as they go out the front door, holding onto a cow with damian behind him shouting at him for not letting him have the cow inside.
the reporter is just. so so confused. she never goes back to the manor and doesn't submit the report because who would actually believe this is the bruce wayne's daily life??
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ashiyn · 1 year
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im sorry we got a what now
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schruutes · 3 months
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The Office Rewatch 📄 1 Scene Per Episode ➳ 2x3 Office Olympics
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bonesmarinated · 8 months
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my Starfield oc Kristian and @barbecutie’s BG3 tiefling Lilith this could be us, we be vibing 🖤😈🖤
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internetdruid · 3 months
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Poor girl got caught in the middle of a spring shower, spent 10 minutes just drinking honey off my hand
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queerhoodies · 11 months
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sorry but i can’t stop laughing because it’s so fucking funny that out of everyone gabriel and beelzebub got their “happy ending”. gabriel and beelzebub. the ‘crackship’. that basically got their whole romantic arc developed in 5 minutes. it’s just too funny
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detectivenyx · 11 months
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i hate cinemasins so much you would not believe
#it's an easy formula. i get it.#ha ha plot hole! it must be bad because plot hole!#[plot hole is intentional and explained 10 minutes later]#[plot hole contributes to themes of film]#[plot hole is not actually plot hole if you employ even the most rudimentary of reading between the lines]#[plot hole is thing unimportant to the scene as a whole]#it lets you feel smart without actually having to put the legwork in#'smart' isn't even the right word. 'mildly observant'.#but because of this fucking loser and his stupid little ding sound effect#films have to be spelled out for people or they'll go 'OOOOGH PLOTHOEL????'#'WHY THEY SHOOT THE DOG AT START OF DAS DING? PLOTHOLE DING'#'WHY NO CONCRETE ANSWER FOR QUESTION PROPOSED BY TEXT? DINGGGG'#[THINK!!!!! THINK DAMN YOU!!!!!!! THINK FOR YOURSELF!!!!!!!!!!]#if your critique could be easily slotted into a cinemasins video go back and think about WHY#is it a question answered by the text???#and im more frustrated it took THIS LONG to repair my brain scorching!#even with kokichi's critique video im not happy with it because i did go back and look at him closer#i still don't fucking like him or think he was very well executed but i understand exactly why he was executed the way he was#and so many fanfics who took my critique on board and are like 'i can fix this!' just cinemasins the shit out of him#he needs Standard Character Arc and he must be A Hero#NO!!#you missed even the point i was making back then!!!#it was that his redemption was completely arbitrary! and though it didn't do it well it was intended to poke fun at EXACTLY THAT!#the The Villain Needs Redemption because that shit was all the fucking rage and people were doing it shit!#and it all goes back to this jackass and his stupid monotone voice and his attempts to enable a generation of media illiteracy!#and it WORKED! our ability to analyse narrative got fucking sacrificed on the altar for His Paycheck#and he's a shitbag who makes fun of women with breast cancer#long post
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pangur-and-grim · 2 years
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I’m excited to get home 😭 there’s this special meow Pangur does when I return from trips, like ‘good god you’re alive!’ and I find it very cute. and she always wants me to hold her for a couple minutes while she goes completely limp. cats are excellent little creatures
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bearhugsandshrugs · 5 months
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Can I request a fem!tav x Gortash drabble with orgasm denial? His, hers, or both, whatever scenario comes to mind!
Uhhh I wanted to write a short drabble and then it became a whole thing.
All in a day's work: Gortash/F!Tav – Orgasm denial, edging, machine fucking, DP in one hole
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“Definitely not”, Gortash scolded as he leaned back in his chair, strategically placed so he could see the entire workshop. "You're not coming unless I allow you to."
Tav let out a sob in response, her naked body held in place by the Steel Watcher. She'd begged him for release, argued, yelled, and pleaded, but Gortash had denied her, with his rejection just now being only one of many that night.
Looking at his watch, Gortash stopped the time until her breathing steadied into a specific rhythm, then jotted that down into his notebook.
"One minute, seventeen seconds", he mumbled, "interesting."
Tav couldn't tell anymore what that meant, what he was doing, only that her cunt was on fire and her clit was pulsating with need. Inside of her was still the hard, metal cock of the Steel Watcher that was fucking her on Gortash's commands, unrelenting and bigger than was realistic (then again: nothing about this seemed real), and her walls clenched around it in desperation, aimlessly seeking friction where there was none to be found.
"Go on", Gortash said to the machine, not her, and it immediately resumed its pounding. "You look so pathetic, getting fucked by machine while moaning like a whore", he mocked her, and to Tav's shame, every word lit a new fire in her core. "And here I thought I'd need to provide lubricant."
He hadn't. Needed to. He'd led her to his workshop, for help with a "special project", and she'd followed him, intrigued. He'd kissed her, fondled her; teasing her just right until she whined under his touch, and it had been then that a Steel Watcher had made its presence known, holding her down while Gortash undressed her, getting her ready for his "project".
Tav whimpered as the metal cock pushed in and out of her, wet noises revealing her need, all while Gortash watched on intently. She could see the bulge in his pants, his erection straining against the fabric, waiting to be touched, waiting to be handled, and she bit her lip imagining it was his cock fucking her, not his machine's.
It had been the entire reason why she'd followed him here. She had thought "special project" was a convoluted way of saying they'd fuck. And well, she was getting fucked. Just not by him.
Not that she didn't enjoy it. Well. Except for the fact that he hadn't let her come in the last hour.
Her legs started to tremble again, uselessly swinging in the air while the machine bounced her body up and down on its cock, her back pouncing against the Steel Watcher's chest. There was no feedback from it, of course, just mechanical effort: clean, detached, precise; without care about her arousal or release, without affection or lust, and that thought alone made her skin tingle.
"Close again already?", Gortash chuckled, and when Tav opened her eyes briefly to glance over to him, she saw he'd taken himself out of his pants, his hand wrapped around his cock.
"N-no", she tried to lie, hoping that if he didn't know how close to the edge she was, she might tip over it accidentally, finally finding that high she'd been seeking.
"Stop", he hissed, and the machine halted promptly and dutifully. Tav wailed against her restraints, tried bucking her hips against the Steel Watcher, but instead the machine tightened its grip and changed their position, rendering her efforts useless. Again.
"Not only a whore, but also a liar", Gortash scoffed, and when she looked at him this time, he'd sunken down in the chair, legs spread wide as he stroked himself in languid motions. "And you think I'd let you get off? Please."
Everything was blurry and pained, her heart beating so frantically she wasn't sure how much more she could take. Tav whimpered in the Steel Watchers' arms, and it was then that she noticed she had started to cry.
"One minute and thirty five seconds", Gortash mumbled after another moment had passed, but his voice was straining against the back of his throat, the continuous sounds of his self-pleasuring echoing through the workshop.
"I'll do anything", Tav sobbed, "please. Please whatever it is, please please–"
His sigh let her stop her begging, and when he stood up to walk over to her, she moaned from the anticipation, finally expecting the release she'd been craving. But before he reached her, he stopped at a side table, rummaging in a drawer before focusing his attention back on her.
"The Drow matriarchs use this to let several of their men serve them at once", he smirked, nodding towards a small jar full with a thick liquid in his hand. "They get fucked by two, sometimes three at the same time if they want to be with child, and will spare only the man whose seed was stronger than its competition."
Tav's eyes darted across the room, trying to figure out if he had invited someone else, but it was just them.
"Not that I would ever share you, of course", Gortash said flatly. "Except with my own creation."
He opened the jar, throwing the lid to the side, then commanded the Steel Watcher to pull out of her with only a word, before smearing the thick liquid on her folds and inside her cunt. His fingers were warm, and so soft compared to the machine, and Tav's throat spit out moan after moan with every new touch. 
“Gods”, she cried out when he curled his fingers inside her, smirking so cruelly she wanted to tear his face off. But not before fucking it.
But then she felt it: The salve, or whatever it was, felt comforting and warm. Relaxing. 
“Enter”, Gortash commanded, and the Steel Watcher pushed its way back into her, all while Gortash held eye contact with Tav, whose head fell back against the machine’s chest. 
“Hold”, he added, quieter, and she heard the soft quiver in his voice. 
Stepping up to her he gave his cock a few pumps before he lined himself up against her entrance, and only then did Tav understand. Oh. 
Gortash took his time, working himself into her wetness along with the machine’s metal cock, the salve easing the stretch as her walls strained to accommodate him. Them. Tav felt like she was about to lose her mind: She felt so full, so obscene, with the Steel Watcher holding her tightly in place while Gortash pushed into her. 
“Begin”, he croaked out, and his movements matched the machine’s pace immediately as both of their cocks slid in and out of her. Gortash’s hot girth contrasted starkly against the cold metal of his machine, luring out moan after moan as Tav’s body bounced between them, the Archduke’s nails digging deeply into her waist, more to support himself than anything else. 
“Fuck”, Gortash groaned after mere moments, “You’re so fucking tight–”
Tav couldn’t reply in comprehensible words anymore. Everything was pleasure and sensations and need and stretch–
His own moans mixed with hers and the steady, mechanical whirring of the Steel Watcher pounding into her. Her heart was about to beat out of her chest when another “Please” wailed its way out of her mouth, earning her a slap to the face and a growled “Shut up” from her lover. 
“Not yet”, he added, but he sounded almost as pained as her. “Faster”, he commanded, and the Steel Watcher picked up the pace, matching the frantic rhythm that Gortash had settled into. Tav felt her body climb and climb, felt like she was about to fall–
“Say please”, Gortash groaned, and when she opened her eyes to look at him, making sure she understood him correctly, his mouth was hanging open with lust, eyelids half-closed, his face barely in control at all. 
“Please”, Tav whimpered one last time as one of his hands shot up to her throat, while the other found her clit. His thumb had barely brushed against it when she already came undone, and her cries were choked down to whimpers as she bucked against the machine’s restraints again and again and again, pleasure rolling through her in waves. 
Gortash moaned her name as he followed her over the edge, hands cupping her face as he spent himself in her. His voice was hoarse when he commanded the machine to halt. 
“Fuck”, he sighed when they eventually all stood still, chests rising and falling with both of them gasping for air. “I didn’t account for the time”, he added, and while Tav definitely heard regret, there was more playfulness laced into his tone than anything else. 
“No”, she immediately replied, “I need a break. Really.” 
Chuckling, Gortash pulled out of her before ordering his machine to do the same, and after another command, his Steel Watcher finally set her down on shaky legs. 
“You have earned yourself some recovery. No more work today.” He seemed intrigued and proud, and the way he licked his lips when he looked at her made her nervous all over again. “But I must insist on your help again soon.”
Tav would later ask herself if she’d been out of her mind, but the words found her so easily, so quickly, that she couldn’t really argue with herself: “It would be my pleasure.”
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