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kirikiri1 · 2 years
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Hoop for Episode 182 - Wellbeing, for @paganprince who kindly donated to RAICES. Thank you!!
"MARTIN
Okay… could be worse…
[THE SOUND OF BLADES, LIKE KNIVES BEING SHARPENED OR UNOILED SCISSORS WORKING]
DR DOE
Good!
MARTIN
[Shrieks] HAHHH! HMMM! Worse! It got worse! Worse, worse, ah, much worse…
ARCHIVIST
Martin, be polite.
Hello!
[THE BLADE SOUNDS ACCOMPANY DR DOE’S MOVEMENTS]
DR DOE
A pleasure yes hello. I am Doctor Doe, Jane. Welcome into my hospital, Inspector."
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anotherarchivist · 1 year
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Dr. Doe (affectionate)
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I fucking LOVE Dr Doe so much 🔪🔪
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egophiliac · 10 months
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redesigning my headcanon for Sebek's parents, based on important new information (SCALES)
(you can't see it but they're both wearing crocs)
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joyfuladorable · 10 months
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Trust (based on an ask I answered)
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another-goblin · 4 months
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Great character introductions continue.
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the-meme-monarch · 6 months
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oh boy i sure hope this doesn’t ruin frisk’s perception of their place in the world and reveal horrible truths about the very nature of their existence and i really sure do hope this doesn’t cause them to perpetuate this cycle with beings deemed “less important” than they were
just kidding get strange someone’d idiot
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bet-on-me-13 · 5 months
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Dr Leslie Thompkins has some interesting references
So! The Batfam in in Dr Thompkins' Clinic for the usual Vigilante Related Injuries, and the Good Dr seems to be distracted.
One of them asks why she is so nervous and she reveals that her old teacher is coming over to visit, and she is worried that the state of her Clinic and the fact that she never managed to find a good job in a Hospital despite his teachings will upset him.
She is worried that she will disappoint him, because he has done so much for her in the past. He is the entire reason she ever managed to become a certified Doctor in the first place.
The others are curious as to what kind of person would illicit this level of concern from the Stric Doctor they knew?
There is a Knock on the Door, and she goes to Answer it.
In steps an 8 Ft Fall Glowing Yeti with an Arm made of Ice.
Frostbite smiles warmly at his former student, "Leslie! It's been too long!"
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st4rrth0ughts · 3 months
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bathtub sex with dr. ratio and his fucking trailer is making my non existent dick rise 📖📏
Tired and stressed after a long day, the only way that Veritas is able to unwind is getting in a warm bath and a book in his hands.
Oh, and you fucking him of course.
He loves that part about it. Being in the water, your cock in him, and his book long forgotten as he whines out about the lack of movement, trying to grind back on you.
It’s subtle at first, although Veritas is a man with little patience, evidenced by how it quickly progresses into him trying to ride your cock, drooling and whimpering out for you to just fuck him already.
Eventually you also loose your restraint, as much as you liked a man of stature like himself to be begging for you, everyone has their limits.
Soon, Veritas’s back is arching against yours, his pretty red eyes wide open as he jerks at every hard thrust, the water splashing out of the tub, his hands gripping your arm so hard he was drawing blood.
His breath hitches as he lets out an unnaturally loud cry, cumming around your cock splitting him open, his dick limp as his seed stains the water.
Your pace doesn’t let up, in fact, you start to pound into him even faster, making the man squeal and wail out in ecstasy. You prayed your thanks to the Aeons that your house was surrounded by a large garden, otherwise your lover would have bitched about being heard by the neighbors next morning.
Your hips stutter as the professor feels your familiar warmth ooze into him, his grip loosening as he lets out a choked moan, falling back onto your body limply as tears dribbled down his face, breathing heavily.
Groaning out softly as you run your hands through Veritas’s soft locks, murmuring words of praise as you coo about how well he did for you while his eyes flutter close, you glance at the water spilled at the sides, and internally grumble at the mess you’ll have to clean.
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northernfireart · 5 months
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why are all doctors artiodactyls and why am I correct
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im sane and normal
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007reid · 5 months
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hi aine! i love how you write spencer sooo much so i have a short request
i would looove sub/virgin spence where he’s been touch starved so he’s really sensitive and whiny but reader praises him and guides him through it
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hi rose 🌹 for one of my favorite asks ive ever gotten, i did a horrible job on this one so im so sorry ml 💔and sorry for the wait too...hope this is somewhat worth it😭enjoooyy!!
virgin. spencer reid
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pairing: sub virgin!spencer reid x experienced fem!reader. 1k
summary: exactly what the req says
warnings: whining, loss of virginity, riding, creampie, nun too extravagant. yu like the picture?😏😏
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"y/n...y/n!" spencer's crying, tears prickling at the corners of his eyes but he's moaning, humming his whines into your neck.
"easy, baby boy," you croon, slipping out of him and slowly lowering yourself on his cock again. spencer's pawing at you desperately, like he's never felt such a thing before.
it's because he hasn't. it’s exciting, being in a relationship with spencer; it’s exciting touching him and seeing him jump or freeze and then melt into your touch. he’s pristine, like a shiny trophy, untouched—touch starved and so unfamiliar to the idea of physical touch or intimacy.
"'s too much," he whimpers pathetically, voice halfway stuck in his throat. "can't, can't--"
"relax, spence," you murmur, pushing back the pieces of hair, damp with sweat from his face. spencer's eyes are squeezed shut, eyebrows furrowed like he's in pain or he's deep thought. you're not to sure which one. your hips continue snapping into his. "look at me baby." it takes a while, but spencer slowly peels his eyes open. they're glossy and his eyelashes are wet, and you're listening out for the word from him to stop but it never comes.
"y/n--" he gasps, right as your pussy clenches tightly around him. his eyes close again. spencer's breathing heavily, little hng, hng, hng's falling out his puffy lips. the sloppy sound of skin slapping against skin and spencer's whines and your quiet moans and the smell of sex clouds the room.
"you're okay," you reassure him, voice shaky trying to soothe spencer's nerves while trying to soothe your own. spencer's big and he practically splits you in half, the tip hitting the little button inside you that makes you want to scream without any maneuvering. he's not even trying, propped up against the bedpost as you ride him, hands pliant at your hips, the little slick of your wetness every time you lift yourself from him absolutely filthy. you lift his chin and he falls forward, planting a miss-aimed kiss at your jaw.
"you feel so good," he bambles. "so warm. i love you. feels so good but so much y/n, i--" he moans, cock pulsating inside you. his thumb flicks at your perky nipples.
"'m so full of you," you say, burying your face in his hair and wrapping your arms around him, trying to get as close as possible. "fuck. make me feel so good. my best boy,"
"best boy," spencer repeats eagerly with a soft little hitch of his voice. the tears resume. "y/n i can't it hurts, stomach hurts y/n please--"
you immediately know what he meant, and fasten your pace, hands on the base of his cock to make sure he won't slip out of you. spencer slides into you easily, your pussy stretched and wet for him and his fingers dig deep into both sides of your waist. spencer's moans cease and his hips starts bucking up to you, arms wrapping around your torso and he wouldn't stop talking. "gonna, think im gonna cum, yn please dont stop it feels so good, fuck!"
"cum in me," you coo, feeling that familiar buzz at the pit of your stomach too. "you got it. cum in me spence, so good for me, such a good boy,"
spencer's sobbing as he cums, warmness blooming at your core as he unloads his cum inside you. you follow suit, pressing at the sensitive nerves bundles at your clit, thighs shaking from the weight of your orgasm. spencer's shaking too, tears shiny on his rosy cheeks and you ride the both of you off your orgasms, the sweat on your skin cooling.
spencer's cum leaks outside the puffy walls of your pussy and down your ass when you pull off of him, pressing yourself at spencer's side and curling your body towards him. his chest is rising and his lips are parted. you watch your boy carefully, how his eyelids starts drooping as his breathing mellowed out. you should've saw it coming that spencer reid is the kind of man to get sleepy after sex.
but you've known him for long enough to know that spencer's mind never stops running, not when he's sleepy, not when he's asleep, not ever. "penny for your thoughts?"
he turn to you, smile debauched and eyes like marbles. he throws the sheets over the both of you and find your hand underneath the blanket, bringing it to his lips. "'m so grateful for you yn," he whispers like he's telling a secret. you strain your ear to listen. "so grateful. luckiest man alive. i love you. love you," spencer takes a long blink, and you know he's drifting off. you smile widely, so endeared. he weaves your fingers together. "i'll make it up to you. swear. after this. i swear."
spencer never speaks in choppy sentences, never speaks unless he's got the entire sentence planned out in his head and now he's babbling on like someone whose speech he would correct. amused, you reach out, smoothing down his hair with gentle fingers. "sleep, spencer," you say affectionately. he never needs to be told twice either, apparently, because his eyes flutter shut and he's out like a light, but fingers still tightly intertwined in yours underneath your blanket.
you'll just have to wash the sheets tomorrow.
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dailyralsei · 1 year
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had to put this banger on the tumblr too
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chancedied · 7 days
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Quiet down girl you finna attract the titens attention @~@
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greg
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nautical-nasa · 1 month
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"Let me know if I'm driving bad in 27." :(((
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chaoscallsdummies · 1 year
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So if Twitter goes in flames does that mean we lose this comedy gold mine too
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