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darkxsoulzyx · 1 year
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FANART FOR @tuzesdays FIC “you move to dayshift but aren’t paid anymore, go figure” ON AO3 PLEASE GO READ IT ITS SO GOOD 😭😭😭😭😭😭
WARNING!! SPOILERS FOR THE FIC BELOW!!
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halfa-failure · 3 months
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Make a choice guys
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deoidesign · 8 months
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Sorry what was that
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scholastic-dragon · 7 months
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Happy belated birthday! I was wondering if we could get some sexy times with bay Donnie 👀
We can absolutely get sexy times with Donnie
Bay!Donnie x Fem!reader
Donnie had a tendency to put work first sometimes. He never meant any harm to your or your relationship and he always made it up to you later.
But one day you were still feeling a bit butt hurt and petty over him spending all evening with his nose in his computer while you were over.
So it was almost too perfect that Baulders Gate 3 came out right when you needed an excuse.
Donnie came over after patrol to find you in your office playing the game. You smiled, gave him a quick kiss, and asked him about his day.
He got all giddy seeing you so excited to play his new favorite game and learn about his newest inventions.
He blabbered on as he went into the kitchen to get some coffee, coming back and sitting in his chair beside your desk.
But then he noticed how trained your eyes were to the screen. How you just nodded your head to the stuff he said.
He was butt hurt, but knew you'd get off the game soon and give him attention.
Surly you couldn't play for more than five minutes.
Well you could.
In fact you played for another hour without so much as a sideways glance at him.
With no more coffee an ache in his chest, and feeling sleep trying to over take him. He stood up, coming up behind you and rubbing your neck and shoulders.
You moaned happily but your eyes didn't leave the screen.
"Come to bed, love," Donnie mumbled into your skin.
"In just a few minutes, hun,"
He scoffed. Using his owns words against him. Well, he knew what to do now.
You moaned happily, but refused to acknowledge him, keeping your eyes on the game and your hands on the controls.
You weren't sure how his big ass (shell) fit under the desk but there he was. Pulling your computer chair back, slipping under and then pulling it back in place.
You raised a brow but let him continue, wanting to see where he would go with this.
Pulling down your pants and underwear, Donnie kissed up your thighs before diving into your folds with a newfound plan.
You heard his glasses and goggles clatter to the floor, his hands gripping your waist and pulling your hips forward so he had a better angle.
If you didn't know any better you'd say he was writing Latin on your clit. Up and down, back and forth, just enough firm pressure to keep building your orgasm.
As his tongue slipped past your clit to your weeping entrance, plunging inside with a loud moan, your hand left the game to grab his mask tails.
"Donnie," You moan, pausing and saving your game.
"Now you wanna pay attention to me?"
"You gotta be able to take it if you dish it," You sass, enjoying his growl.
He pushes your computer chair back, you yelp, watching with wide eyes as he stands to his full height.
He yanks you up, spins you around and pushes you to bend over the chair. Your knees dig into the leather seat and your elbows rest on the tall back.
"That may be the case, sweetheart," He mumbles, ripping off his suspends, and yanking his pants down. Kicking them away, he stand behind you, pressing his lips to the shell of your ear. "But can you take this?"
He pushes into you. Long and hot and perfect inside you. You're so wet, but he still wraps a hand around to rub your clit to help you take every slow inch of him.
He grabs a chunk of your hair, tilting your head back. "Answer me."
"I can take it," You moan, trying not to move your hips.
"Good girl," He slams his hips just enought that his thighs meet yours.
You both moan, your eyes rolling in the back of your head. His hips snap forward and back, your moans getting lost in the sound of slapping skin.
Releasing your hair, his hands grip your shoulders, keeping you firmly in place. Not that you wanted to go anywhere.
"DON-nie," your voice cracked and broke with moans, feeling your climax so close to breaking.
You're not sure how but his hips move faster, short quick thrusts that hit your cervix and make you scream and bite into the leather of your gaming chair.
"Cum," He grunts in your ear, leaning over your and taking your earlob between his teeth. "Cum with me,"
Drool spills past your lips, soaking the leather of the chair. Your back arches with a scream as your pussy clenched around him.
He moans, long and loud with you, pumping his hips deep in you. Donnie trembles as the last of his cum seeps out of your pussy, dripping down both your thighs.
Panting and breathing heavy, he leans down, kissing your spine and shoulders.
"Do you want to come to bed now?" He mumbles into your skin.
You laugh, looking at him over your shoulder. "I'd rather ignore you so I can get fucked like that again,"
You both chuckle, Donnie leans forward, still lodged inside you and kisses you soundly.
"I think something can be arranged," He smirks down at you, and it's then you realize he's still hard.
"Thank god I'm free tonight,"
Donnies eyes darken. "And have the whole weekend off,"
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theatre-bread13 · 9 months
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Oh our happy days…
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worstloki · 14 days
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Magic is such a versatile plot device. Why do the characters need to go on a journey? To find a magic item! A ridiculously impossible task is suddenly thrust upon them? Maybe there’s a magic spell just for this! Why is this character trapped barely clothed and tied up by vines instead of cutting through them? Well they’re magic vines.
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tasteslikeaspartam · 9 days
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Luci @ Adam:
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sainz5516 · 3 days
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I ACTUALLY HAD A DREAM ABOUT CHARLOS WHEN THEY WERE DOING A SHOOT AND CARLOS COULDN'T STOP KISSING CHARLES AND LOOK WHAT WE GOT TODAY
OH????????
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alohaasaloevera · 16 days
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Keith Kogane is in love with Lance McClain. It is the cold, hard truth—nothing will ever change the fact that he is so impossibly gone for the winsome little sycophant.
He plans to tell the man today. It will be at a park—the very same one where they reunited after 2 years of complete radio silence on both ends.
Hunk and the others had helped him with planning. He will give Lance a pretty bouquet of flowers.
Keith, for once, is confident that nothing will go wrong.
“I love you, Lance.”
Lance is silent. Keith’s smile slowly falters as each second that Lance does not respond passes by.
Lance opens his mouth, almost timid.
“It wasn’t supposed to end up like this.”
Keith almost drops the perfect blend of flowers he had picked with Veronica only hours prior. “What do you mean?”
Everything except for Lance’s mouth seems frozen; something that in normal circumstances, would be a worrying matter. “I—I don’t love you, Keith. I never did.”
“But what about—”
“You could never replace her.”
The winding breeze blows petals away, and some of the older flora begins to wilt.
Keith runs away.
It takes two more years of silence until Lance would even spare a glance at his face. Only that by then, it is too late.
Keith Kogane spends his last moments alive on the battlefield. It’s almost like he was destined to die fighting; after all, hatred is the only thing that has been consistent throughout his life.
Even so, his thoughts happened to be a mixture of bittersweet yearning and reverence for the people who never gave up on him—if he had died when he was 16 and grieving over the loss of the only person he considered family at the time, he would’ve died thinking about how cruel the world was to him in his short life—Voltron had changed him, and for the greater good. That didn’t matter much when he was lightheaded and a second away from the cold embrace of death, but at least recognizing it made him feel a bit better.
When the pain from at least 5 gun wounds and one gnarly gash that cut deep into his right thigh started to kick in, Keith’s thoughts had drifted over to Lance.
He had thought about Allura and himself—how they were so akin to one another, yet Lance chose Allura over him every single time. How every single supposedly “tender” moment he shared with Lance was nothing compared to how Allura made him smile. That no matter how devoted Keith was to Lance, no matter how hard he tried in order to get Lance out of his depressive slumps, he would always thank Allura in the end.
He thought of all the aliens Lance had flirted with, how even when Keith gave everything he had to Lance, he would be ignored in favor of a one-night-stand.
Keith Kogane dies as not even a second choice, but instead an impossibility.
The world is still cruel.
When Lance McClain first hears about the death of Keith Kogane: a man who was practically famous for spitting in the grim reaper’s face more than a handful of times, he thinks of it as some kind of cruel joke.
He finds out that it is quite the opposite.
When he looks down at what remains of Keith’s body, he curses himself for ever thinking that the man wasn’t good enough.
Lance leans down so that he is level with his former teammate’s unmoving face; Keith still looks irresistibly fierce, even when he is no longer with a beating heart.
“I’m sorry, Samurai.”
The pet name is the beginning of many tactics Lance employs in order to prove that this whole thing is just a stupid joke. He knows that it is useless, that Keith will never come back, that he will never get to listen to that melodious symphony that is his laugh again, or how his eyes widen ever so slightly when he is flustered.
Keith is dead, and it is all his fault.
Something in him snaps.
Somewhere in the world, a once glamorous bouquet of flowers are left to rot and become one with the earth’s soil. When it eventually decomposes, it will turn into nutrients that are imperative to the growth of even more beautiful, as equally breathtaking flora.
This is the cycle of life.
Keith Kogane was always a rebel when he was with a pulse. It is no to no one’s surprise that exactly one year after his fateful death, he rises once more.
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firefox-official · 1 year
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are you on ao3 i wanna read your fanfics
come on. be serious. why would i ever give you guys my fanfics
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Me when someone asks how old Finn Wolfhard is:
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sexswansworld · 3 months
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It’s that feeling where you just really want to slam him up against the wall and leave bruises on his neck and bite his chest hard enough to watch the blood run down his stomach and- Oop wrong number.
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thunderc1an · 10 months
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So it’s been a while since I’ve done a story board for a pmv- and usually I actually make the pmv if there’s a story board
But anyways this is a leafpool pmv!
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2hot2di3 · 1 month
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hey how do i find a group of friends who want to come over and get really high and tie up and tease a sub until they’re crying and begging to be touched asking for a friend
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jeffbiblesupremacy · 1 year
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The (new) minor family (x)
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cookiedough77 · 29 days
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guys i did it i got all three badges
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