wounded_fingertips
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"Ele sente sua respiração se tornando errática, mais um corte profundo é feito em sua alma. Punindo-o por sua posição de desertor. Um rasgo ardente, que ecoa e ressoa em sua psique uma nova palavra. Paixão."
Em meio ao Hexatombe, Pomba experiencia a mais nova punição do ritual por seu lugar naquela arena. Felizmente, ele conhecia alguém que poderia acalmá-lo.
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The two men made their way to the center of the floor, blocking foot traffic. Dana stood up.
“I’m Sam Winchester,” one said.
“I’m Dean Winchester,” the other said.
“And we’re here to stop Doctor Robby from going on his sabbatical,” they both said in unison.
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A crack fic heavily based off of the posts made by @marvel_andwhatnot and others on TikTok
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Inside the box was a camcorder. It was decent quality, he could tell, and clearly brand new, chirping cheerfully to life as he opened the viewfinder and automatically focused on his dresser across the room.
“Oh– uh, thank you.” He cleared his throat. “Really, Lawrence, thanks. It’s super sweet of you. But, um, I mostly do–”
“Still photography. I know.” There was a slight blush on Lawrence’s face now, too. His hand found Adam’s knee, his thumb rubbing little circles into his skin through his jeans. “Like I said, this is…well, it’s for both of us to enjoy.”
“Why’re you looking at me like–” It hit Adam very suddenly: his intense stare, the hand creeping up his leg, the camcorder he held in his hands. “Oh my God. Oh my God, Lawrence.”
“What?”
“You– you want to make a sex tape, don’t you?”
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a few months into their newfound not-quite-relationship, lawrence introduces a fresh element to his and adam's sex life. it goes a bit differently than planned. -
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“Is everything okay?” He asks, trying to reach Robby’s eyeline. “Sorry, that was a dumb question with the whole… cyberattack thing,” he waves his thumb toward the door. “But everything else…okay?”
Robby almost laughs. Almost. Instead, he says,
“Do you have a girlfriend?”
“Uh…”
Smooth, Robinavitch. Real fucking smooth.
“Shit, uh,” Robby squeezes his eyes shut and pinches his nose so hard he’s almost certain it’ll bruise. “Miller. Amy Miller.”
When Dennis doesn’t answer, Robby can’t work out if it’s because he’s being dense or because he likes watching him suffer."
Or: Dr Robby tries to have a professional conversation with his resident about Doctor-Patient relationships and instead catastrophically confronts the feelings he keeps lying to himself about.
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Dennis has emergency surgery for a ruptured appendix, and upon waking, does not recognise his devoted and very amused husband standing by his side, but don't worry, it's only because of the anesthesia.