Gifts for thedevilmakeswork
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Participation Prize by storytimewithtibby for thedevilmakeswork
Fandoms: Dead by Daylight (Video Game)
13 Jun 2026
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the welsh bae did therapy and that deserves a reward. so they wanted something wesker / caleb and i figured why not a bet and wesker is a "sore" loser about it. def didn't lose on purpose at all because that'd be ludicrous . obv .
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Must be something in the air by storytimewithtibby for foridlehands, thedevilmakeswork, TheAbyssalMenagerie
Fandoms: Batman - All Media Types
16 May 2025
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Fist slamming down on the table, he clung to the discomfort, desperate not to drown in the rising need that tasted sweet as honeysuckle and just as cloying. But doesn’t that tingle remind you of something, his body hissed. Doesn’t that thrum whine through you like a well plucked string? The whisper of similar hurts offered assistance like phantom touches, fingertips that sank into the thin protection his lithe body allowed the brittle bones beneath.
Chest aching, throat burning, Jonathan closed his eyes and began listing phobias in alphabetical order. Acrophobia, heights. Cause vertigo in the subject in order to convince them that they’re higher up than they thought. Aerophobia, flying. Use recording GIA-93 recorded at 2pm, terminal B to convince subject they’re group has been called to board.
a/n - sometimes you just need to write the sex pollen things and have friends you like to torment because that's how you show affection. we a thirsty crew for a horny old southern eldritch abomination with pretty eyes and a sassy mouth.
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Dusk's Whisper by storytimewithtibby for thedevilmakeswork
Fandoms: Foundation (TV 2021)
19 Jan 2025
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“Clean it.’
Your confusion must have been showing on your face because a smile curled his lips that didn’t reach his eyes, flexing his fingers and you looked down at the sheen on his skin.
“No.’ Frozen, hand slowly falling away from your pocket, your brain finally clicked the pieces together and your lips parted. “There’s a certain detachment with a courtesan that I find… unpleasant. That isn’t to say they are without talent, but it’s missing something.’
He couldn’t honestly expect you to lick the fluid from the back of his hand. This was some game he was playing, with the threat of execution lurking in the shadowed edges of the room.
“There is a need that cannot be met, however seemingly willing the woman.’ He pulled his hand away to look at the back of it, and you looked at the floor instead of him. Instead of the interest those licks had garnered. “I will never see her again, there will be no covert glances, no stolen brushes of flesh attempting to keep hidden possible growing affections.’
“But you…’ Freezing again, the sudden stop a flinch of movement. “You would remember.’