#<-Huh. Is that whst it's called

[selenophobic-werewolf]

"Ermm he's a minor 🤓" SO AM I

[simplenefelibata]

Dean and Cas' chat after November 2020.

sucks that you're dead

Monday 3:45 a.m

did you know there's a gay cowboy movie? i think you'd like it

not because you're gay

well probably cause you're gay

Monday 12:02 p.m.

are u even gay? can angels be gay?

Monday 19:15

i pray to you every night. i have this stupid idea that maybe you can hear me

Wednesday 21:34

found a photo of jack on my cell. reminds me of you

Thursday 07:50 a.m.

are u ever coming back?

Thursday 23:23

eileen gave me a cigarette today and asked if you ever tried one. you would've told me, right? we told each other everything

Friday 15:45

sometimes i call you just to listen to your voicemail. how fucked up is that huh

im afraid there'll come a day when i won't remember what it sounds like

it scares me even more to think that i'll never actually be able to forget it

like it'll always be the thing i hear when i

Saturday 04:56 a.m.

the sky is damn blue today cause of the storm

it made me think of you

Saturday 1:08 p.m.

yknow whst fuck you

ypu had no right to do this to me. of all thw fucked up things you've done to me, this is the worst

Sunday 06:28 a.m.

[pepprs]

ok i submitted the assignment. but it was bad. and you know what that means......... *wallows on main AGAIN*

[gamerbearmira]

SIRENS 👽👽

Whst

Lea get it

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It was nighttime, very late. The moon was high and the Encanto Reef was quiet. Everyone had gone back to their caves to sleep. There was only one family awake, quietly moving about their underwater town.

Pepa was on the surface, in her night dress in human form, looking after little Antonio. For some reason, the boy slept so much better when he fell asleep outside on the surface (except with his papá, who could put him to sleep anywhere, but he was busy). The merbaby cooed at his mamá, who hummed a familiar tune to him, trying to put him to sleep, though he seemed to be wide awake.

The woman hadn't really been paying much attention, but she heard a rather provoking whistle, and upon hearing it, she immediately knew where it came from. See, the Encanto reef wasn't entirely shut off, there was a way in, it was just hard to find. There was a myth surrounding the place, that there were untold riches below the water. And every once and a while, sailors, captains, and their crew would come in.

Pepa turned her eyes towards the ship. It wasn't big but big enough to where she couldn't take it on herself, not with Antonio. Moving back to her youngest, she continued to hum, but with a far different tune. She wasn't singing just to Antonio, but to anyone nearby, and those poor sailors didn't have a clue.

"My heart is pierced by cupid," Pepa sang, kissing Antonio. "I disdain all glittering gold. There is nothing can console me, but my jolly sailor bold." She said, voice echoing through the night air. She heard the sailors call for her, but she simply ignored them.

"Hey don't ignore me cariña," One of them said, and Pepa finally turned, looking up at them. "Now you'd fetch a pretty penny," he smirked and Pepa stared. Her eyes narrowed, then she gave a smile. It was...off, not sincere. It put the sailors, but they didn't comment on it.

She continued to sing to her youngest, bouncing him in her arms as she did. One of the sailors noticed the baby, and Antonio made eye contact, staring with wide eyes before giggling at his mother's song. It didn't take long for one of the other Madrigals to appear, and it was just who Pepa was hoping for; Felíx. The merman pulled himself up behind Pepa onto the rock, the captain began waving his hands trying to get Pepa's attention.

"¡Oi Señora!" He yelled, and Pepa look at him, pretending not to know Felíx was behind her. "Y-You need to come here, there's a sea devil behind you! We'll help you and...your baby?!" He said and Pepa pulled a face. Did he dare to offer help after catcalling and insulting her? He was brave.

"Hey, there's another one! There's two!" Another one shouted, pointed to the side, and there was Isabela and Dolores. They were singing, their voices hard to miss as they rested behind the rock. Pepa didn't move, and the water splashed onto her legs, revealing her yellow scales, though the ones on the boat hadn't seemed to notice.

"Hey don't those two look a little young...?" The previous one said, pointing to Mirabel and Camilo, who was slightly closer. Their voices were soft and barely noticeable, though they could still be heard. Bruno soon appeared behind them, looking upset. Luisa popped up above the water, her mother not far behind. Her father, Pedro, appeared in front of them, being closest. The sailors listened to their voices as they sang, and found themselves unable to turn away.

"Wh...huh?" The first one, probably the captain stuttered, looking at them all before his eyes fell below to the ship Something was moving below the boat, rocking it. The man cursed under his breath, trying to back away. Whatever was under the boat wasn't any siren, it was way bigger. He had heard that there was some kind of sea monster in the reef, but he didn't believe it. Well, he did now.

Turning back to Pepa, his eyes widened when he saw the woman kissing Felíx, who took Antonio in his arms and slid under the water. He thought she might've been under their song, and was about to shout out that he had taken her baby, but stopped. Pepa stood, diving into the water. Upon resurfacing, her aquatic features had come back. She gave the same smile from before to the sailor as the boat rocked harder and the family began to close in on them, some of them getting dangerously close to falling overboard. The woman held onto Felíx's arm, singing with her family.

"There is nothing can console me," she sang and the head sailor seemed dizzy, his eyes landing on Pepa. "But my jolly sailor bold."

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ILL POST THE DRAWINGS NEXT <333

[howlingday]

I got one for Jaune’s backstory

The Vytal festival is upon us and with that the tournament. With the rumors of Jaune’s immense strength going around would their be people that are to afraid to challenge the king of vale

Place Yer Bets!

Ladies and Gentlemen, welcome to the Vytal Festival Tournament! I hope you're all as excited as I am, because we're kicking off the festivities with two matches at once! Team RWBY vs Team ABRN, and Team BRNZ vs Team JNPR! I hope you're ready for a match to remember, because you won't want to miss either of these fights!

Brawnz: We give!

Jaune: Huh?

Brawnz: We give up! You win!

Jaune: I- You- We-

Nora: We won! (Crowd boos) Listen to our adoring fans!

Ren: Why did you give up?

Nolan: You kidding? We're not going toe-to-toe with that psychopath, or the rest of your team!

Pyrrha: Ps-Psychopath? Who on Remnant are you talking about?

Brawnz: (Shakes Jaune's hand) This guy! I heard nothing but terrifying stories about him!

Jaune: ...Huh?

May: Like how he killed an entire Grimm horde in front of their children!

Roy: Or how he drinks motor oil, and belches fire.

Nolan: How he ravaged an entire town's worth of men in the wrestling pits!

Brawnz: Needless to say, if anyone's going to win this tournament, my money is on this guy!

Jaune: (Thinking) All that training. All that sparring. All the beatings. Nothing. It amounts to nothing. (Speaking) Are you...

Brawnz: Huh?

Jaune: Are you... KIDDING ME?!

Brawnz: BEAT IT!

Roy: Save yourselves!

Nolan: I don't want to be ravaged!

May: I don't want to die!

Jaune: GET BACK HERE AND FIGHT ME LIKE MEN! ...AND A WOMAN!

Yang: And you just screamed at them to come back to fight you?

Jaune: No! ...I also chased them halfway through the festival. (Everyone laughs) Yeah, yeah, laugh it up! You don't know what it's like! I spent weeks, WEEKS, trying to make our team unstoppable!

Pyrrha: And you did!

Jaune: But I wanted to prove it! (Sighs) I'm gonna go to the bathroom. At least no one can run from me there. (Leaves)

Blake: Kind of creepy, but the point still stands.

Ruby: He really took it hard.

Nora: Yeah. I think he wanted to show off our team attacks.

Weiss: Team attacks?

Nora: Yeah, I found this note for a bunch of team names.

Ren: Why would we need team attack names? If someone knew us, they could deduce who was doing what.

Pyrrha: It is strategically flawed.

Nora: Honestly, if I were a team that used Team attack names, I'd be embarrassed.

Ruby: (Chuckles nervously)

Weiss: (Looks away)

Blake: (Hides her face in her book)

Yang: Yeah, super embarrassing... Uh, so what are the names?

Nora: Let's see. Ren and I are "Flower Power". Or is it "Flour Power"? It's like he couldn't decide on a "w" or a "u".

Pyrrha: Whst else is there?

Nora: Well, there's you and Jaune, "Arkos".

Pyrrha: A-"Arkos?!"

Yang: Sounds like a bad ship name. He just put your names together.

Pyrrha: (Swooning) Arkos~! Arkos~! Arkos~!

Nora: Well someone is clearly a fan.

Cinder: (Speaking into her scroll) I said I'm out.

Adam: (On the line) You can't be serious! My men are in position, ready to take off on your word!

Cinder: Well, here's my word. Call it off. NOW.

Adam: My men came for blood. If you're going to call it off, tell them yourself.

Cinder: Put me on speaker.

Adam: NO! Beacon dies TONIGHT! I will not let a HUMAN decide for me any longer!

Cinder: Do whatever you want. Just remember, I am still here, and I don't need you. If you think about attacking me, well... don't. (Hangs up)

Lieutenant: What now, sir?

Adam: 48 hours... She has 48 hours to change her mind. If she doesn't... We'll call in Plan B.

Lieutenant: Sir, I don't know about Plan B. He sounds too dangerous.

Adam: Not just dangerous. He's a nightmare.

Port: (Radio) If you missed out on today's match, don't worry! There will be plenty more tomorrow! Who will come out on top in the end? It may be my bias as a Professor, but I believe Beacon will win! Don't think so? Then cheer your team to prove me wrong!

Shay: Phew! How about those teams, huh? Team RWBY really clocked those ABRN kids, huh?

Raven: Shay, do you ever say anything that isn't guaranteed to piss me off?

Shay: (Gulps)

Raven: Now, onto business. The Luna Tribe are making their way north around Mountain Glenn. I want to know why.

Vernal: We could send a scouting party to ask.

Raven: No. As much as I'd love to throw Shay to those fanatics, there's still too much we don't know. Hm... Order the camp to pack up. We're going up there, and we're getting our answers.

Vernal: And if we don't like it?

Raven: Then the alliance is off, and we start "fresh." (Bandits chuckle)

Vernal: Everyone, pack up! We're heading North!

Raven: (Thinking) Those freaks better have a damn good reason for this. I don't like them getting so close to Vale.

Roman: So, what'd you think of your hubby, sis?

Scarlet: Oh, choke on it, Romie.

Qrow: So, I'm confused. You're saying you're not his wife?

Scarlet: Never even made it to the aisle, cute as he was.

Roman: So you faked your death, hid out in Vacuo, then came running back to him. Why is that?

Scarlet: You don't listen to rumors, do you?

Roman: What, that he's a king? That he's a cyborg? That he's some kind of champion of gods from another realm?

Scarlet: No, he's not any of those things, but the stories that they're saying do have a bit of truth to them. Which is why I was sent to collect him.

Qrow: Collect him? For who?

Scarlet: I have orders from my benefactors, The Crown, to bring my beloved Jaune Arc to Vacuo. Alive.

[pastelpasteru]

“I hate—no, love you!”

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ Enemies to lovers trope with Sakusa Kiyoomi.

˚₊· Slight Angst - Fluff • Sakusa × F!Reader • Oneshot

˚₊· Warnings — Swearing included, kinda angsty—not really though. BTW! Mistakes are present, much appreciated if you ignore them! (*´ω｀*)

˚₊· Requests? Sure, I accept those! Feel free to drop 'em! Though I am not sure that I'll do it.. ┐(´ー｀)┌

Requested by @lqt1248

“Ahh, another day, another fight. When will these two stop..?” Komori sighs, watching his cousin, Sakusa, bicker with Y/n. A girl from Itachiyama GBC.

“No idea, I hope soon though, since they've been enemies since they met last year.” Muttered Tsukasa, the team's captain, a bead of sweat rolling down his forehead.

“Yeah, anyways... Sakusa, Y/n! Quit arguing over there like a couple fighting!” Shouted the male, teasing the two who sent him a glare.

“E-Ehhh!? Couple my ass! Like I'd date your loser of a cousin!!” The female shouts back, with a small hue of pink dusting her cheeks, pointing at Sakusa who irked.

“...Haaahhh..? Loser? Aren't you the loser here, Y/n? I'm literally one of the top aces in the nation, and you're calling me a loser??” Groaned Sakusa under his mask, a flushed look hiden underneath it.

“S-Shuddup! You're still a loser to me, a jerk! A mean guy.” She stammered, biting the inside of her cheeks, hiding her embarrassment.

“The hell did I even do to you that you're so pissed to me?” He finally asked, receiving a click of a tongue from the female.

“...I just hate you, that's why.” Y/n says to Sakusa with a hint of hesitation, crossing her arms and rolling her eyes at him.

“Whst a dumb reason, just like you.” Sneered the curly haired male, walking away from the now angered Y/n. “Fuck you, Sakusa! I fucking hate you!”

Shouting curses to the ace, Y/n gritted her teeth and eventually stopped, sighing in defeat as she walked to who-knows-where.

“Ugh.. That mean, annoying loser Sakusa, I hate him!” Rumbled the h/c girl, stopping her trail when she arrived at the school's empty courtyard.

“...He's always so full of himself, I hate him so much!” Sniffled the girl, tears welling up her eyes as she recalled Sakusa's bitter words that was said to her.

“Wow, even up to here and now, you're still grumbling about me?” Sakusa said, suddenly appearing beside the female, shocking her.

“H-Huh! Sakusa, w-what are you doing here..!? A..and yes, I'm still grumbling about you, jerk!” Swallowing her tears back, Y/n recomposed herself and argued with Sakusa.

“Strolling around, and by the way, is the great Y/n crying a while ago?” Hummed the tall male, a small frown appearing on his face.

“I'm not, I wasn't crying, nope!” She denied, wiping her tears away, making Sakusa exhale deeply. “You're such a bad liar.”

Sitting down beside the girl and leaving a small space separating them, Sakusa extended his hand to Y/n's face. Wiping her tears with the handkerchief he's holding.

Causing the female to jolt, freezing, watching Sakusa retract his hand as both their faces heat up.

“Why are you even crying anyways..? Is it because of me—correct?” He mumbled, receiving a small nod from the female. “Sigh.. Again, why?”

Pausing for a moment after hearing Sakusa's question, Y/n had tears hanging on her eyes once again.

“Because you're such a jerk... You're always so full of yourself, you don't care what others feel! I-I really hate you for that, y'know..” She sniffed, tears falling from her eyes.

“You kept boasting on how you're so great, your team! While me.. I'm here, down, while you're up there, continuing to rise as I fall!” The female added as Sakusa's eyes softened. “I hate it so, so much...”

“Y/n... I...I'm sorry I made you feel that way..” He mutters, heart aching by the sight of Y/n crying, because of him. “Sorry...”

Hesitating for a bit, Sakusa took the crying Y/n in his arms—to his chest, embracing her as she continued to cry on him.

“I... I hate it how I love you, damnit..!” She admitted, pushing the shocked male away who prevented her from doing so, still surprised by her words.

“..What? Is that true, Y/n?” Asking for confirmation, Sakusa held onto her shoulders, making the female face him.

“Sniff, sniff... Yes.” Y/n confirmed as Sakusa hummed, taking her back to to his arms after planting a kiss to her forehead.

“I love you too, dummy.” Whispered Sakusa as Y/n's tears died off, embracing Sakusa tightly.

˚₊· Insert Komori teasing, and fanboying over the two's relationship.

“HAHAHA! I knew it, I knew that you two would get together even after all that arguments!” —Komori Motoya

➧ I'm bad at doing angst, sorry. ヘ（。□°）ヘ

➧ I honestly hate this, it's making me cringe, sorry if it sucks. (´；ω；｀)

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[msparp-hell]

On mobile so idk if i can format it properly but the way thell patreon post called it an "abusive site" because.... why? Huh? Whst? Whats the abuse, thelle? Is it ppl asking why the site is down? is it ppl wanting things they paid you real life money for that you offered yhem in the ffirst place?? How are ppl abusing you, thell, via msparp. Pray tell.

"picking apart the slightest joke to try and find ammo to use against people" probably refers to the months-past efforts of various people to call steve racist for some reason, which, admittedly, was silly. thell is racist tho so he can't get mad about this

"doxxing" should be clarified - no one's been doxxed by the mxrp community. thell is a moron and left something attached to his real name on his discord for over a year and no one bothered posting it. he leaked a fake document with his real name and his fake sockpuppet's name on it and no one bothered posting it.

what thell has referred to as doxxing, in the past, is people asking for a single dm between him and "insolent". take that as you will.

"placing cash bounties to encourage others to dox" explicitly refers to tumblr user fightingroleplayers (an actual doxxer!) putting out a (probably fictitious, but we'll assume it's serious) 200$ bounty on "proof" that insolent exists. that could come in the form of dox, it's true, but it isn't explicitly stated as such? it could just as easily be, say, an account insolent had on a coding website a couple years before she appeared out of thin air to put cherp together.

these are all of thell's allegations of abuse against him and other community members. some are true, others are made up whole cloth. about as reliable as anything else thell has said about, uh, anything at all, lmao

[boognish-worshipper]

Remember the Rain

praying this is the final part of “Sunrise, Sunset” by the time i’m done omg ,, lamar finally talks it out with frank. i was tryna keep the titles consistent with a sky theme? wasn’t sure what to name this one at first, but i settled on naming it after a i song that i felt was sorta fitting lol ,, also lamar’s dramatic when drunk, that’s jus how it’s gonna be

oh and i included one last convo w/ that psychic lady bc each character got three opportunities to speak to her lol

//

The night Franklin and him fought was the third night in a row Lamar couldn’t sleep right. Then it became four. Then five. Six. He had hoped after the first couple days of Franklin being mad, that it’d all blow over and things would go back to normal. That he wouldn’t ever have to say anything about what he felt deep down. Even though he told himself he had to, he wouldn’t. He waited it out, and still hoped it would all just fucking blow over. That wasn’t what happened of course.

An overcast sky was spread over LS, light rain tapping against Lamar’s window. As cheesy as it was, it reflected how he felt. Another day had passed. Franklin wasn’t picking up, not even reading his texts, nothing. He called a couple times at first when the fourth day of the silent treatment occurred, then tried a few more times to contact him in the following days. It had grown into a long and sad string of texts.

franklin.

dog

plz

pick up

answer me

plz?

c’mon frank i told you i have nothin goin on with yo auntie

i wanna talk things out with you.

u ain’t let me finish explaining

text me when u read this. plz bro

He sighed. This was hopeless. He set his phone aside, still laying awake. A buzz came right after. Fucking finally, something.

fuck you

we got nothin to discuss

He didn’t know how to feel. This was fucking him up and he couldn’t think straight. He tried calling him once more, the ringing as he waited for a pick up mocking him. Voicemail yet again. How many messages had he tried leaving at this point?

for fucks sake frank pick up

u ain’t doin this to me rn

jus let me explain myself

He stared at the ceiling yet again, like it would have all the answers sprawled out for him. As he did, he focused on how the rain had picked up, coming down harder. Then he felt his phone buzz.

no

now stop blowing my phone up

i’m tryna sleep

Lamar was never one to be sensitive, but he felt so crushed right now that all he could do was cry silently to himself. He didn’t even have Chop around anymore to comfort him like he normally would whenever Lamar was going through something. Would he even see him again? He lived over at Frank’s now. Fuck. Did this mean they’d have to share custody now? If he wasn’t so upset, he most likely would’ve laughed at the idea of it. He was letting bad thoughts consume him, turning to a last minute resort of drinking to try stopping it. This kind of thing rarely happened to him, these kind of feelings weren’t common. He knew no other method of trying to stuff bad feelings down, working through a 6 pack of beer on his own, followed by a bottle of some type of random liquor. Anything to stifle the pain in his chest, although it didn’t accomplish much other than making him feel even more queasy. He left one last voicemail, choking back a sob. Or what he had thought would be the last one. He lost count.

“Franklin. Please jus’ talk to me already man. You- you believin’ what you wanna believe right now, you ain’t even givin’ me a chance. You my best fuckin’ friend, don’t that mean shit to you anymore? We.. homies n shit.” He sniffled, cringing to himself when he said the words “best friend”. Franklin was so much more than that to him.

“Ion… Ion think I can live without you in my life. You can’t hate me man that shit.. that’s fucked. This is fucked. I’m fucked.”

A strong feeling of humiliation hung around him for many reasons, one being that he was fully crying now, over the phone. He couldn’t get any lower.

“You jus’ mad right now. But you.. you won’t be, eventually. Right? Please get back to me soon. Please. I’d rather fuckin’.. die or sum’ than have you hatin’ me n shit. At this point I might as well.”

After hanging up, he decided to visit that site one last time. His tears blurred his vision, making it harder to type. The shit in his system didn’t help either.

lady

i fuckef up

thsi is yo faukt

What now? Why are you back?

frankljn hates me

He does? That’s not right.

damn straighy it fuckign isnt

No, I mean that’s not correct.

There’s no way that he could, even if it seems like it right now.

jus fuckin tell me whst to do

That’s out of my hands.

is not u fuckin wirch

*withc

*witch

Look, I really don’t know how else to help you. I don’t have any other visions to offer. You’re on your own.

They do say though, that dreams are visions themselves.

dont fukcin speak in riddles rn

Precognition, Lamar. Just have faith

prewhatnow

n yeah. faith. bc that helps so fuckn much

All I can say to you is good luck - it’s all coming together. Just wait.

th fuck does that mean?

It means that you’re stressing too much - you better sleep it off. Farewell Lamar. You’re gonna have a killer hangover you know…

SERVICE UNAVAILABLE. PLEASE TRY AGAIN LATER.

The notification did nothing but make him more upset. He calmed down eventually, the crying and alcohol tiring him out. He blacked out soon after, not remembering when he fell asleep.

For the first time in a while, he dreamt about the two of them. The start of the dream showed a radiant sight before them, the sky lit up in a million shades. Chop was laying beside Franklin, head on his thigh. All three of them sat on a grassy knoll, a soft breeze blowing through each blade. Franklin turned, Lamar not taking his eyes off him since the dream started. He only noticed the sky’s wide color palette because the intensity struck Franklin’s face just right. He looked right into Lamar’s eyes, speaking softly.

“Why didn’t you tell me sooner?”

“What?”

“You had so many opportunities. So many times, I thought that you would. I got my hopes up, you know. I waited. When Tanisha left.. I only had you.”

“Tanisha..”

“I still love her. I.. I think apart of me always will, but I love you just the same. Even if you drive me up a Goddamn wall sometimes. You both mean the world to me.”

Franklin looked back at the view ahead. A heavenly indigo replaced the vivid hues from before.

“But she’s gone now. Shit ain’t the same. All I know is you stayed when she didn’t. Even when she got pulled outta the hood and made some kinda new life for herself, you never left my side. Never changed yo loyalties.”

He turned back to face Lamar again. His eyes were glassy, the glow of the midnight sky reflecting in them.

“So why didn’t you say somethin’ sooner?”

“Franklin.. I ain’t deduce that shit ‘til now.“

“You really didn’t know?”

Even in the dream he could feel that previous frustration occur in his mind. Was he hiding in a glass closet or something? He could only let out a wry laugh.

“Yeah man. I was a fuckin’ fool, jus’ like you always said.”

“Damn straight.” He chuckled, and Lamar came to the conclusion that he could listen to that laugh forever. Franklin’s face then fell solemn.

“Y’know I really thought that.. I really thought that you jus’ got with someone else. Not even jus’ my Aunt. I saw how you wanted to get away from me, and I thought…” He stopped himself, petting Chop’s head.

“I.. wanted to be happy if you was, but the thought of that at all bothered me.”

“Why?”

“Cuz you were all I had, dog. Mike n Trevor, they have their own lives, their own history n shit. I can’t always rely on them. Denise don’t give a fuck what happen to me. You my lifeline dog, I’ve known you for years. I didn’t want you to forget me over a chick or sum’. That day you acted all different n shit, it worried me.”

“Hey man, y’know I ain’t ever gon pull that shit on you. I’m with you for life.”

“Then don’t pull other kinda stupid shit on me.”

“Whatchu mean?”

“You can’t ever die on me bro. That ain’t how this shit works.”

“Ay man, I don’t plan on dying jus’ yet. Not unless yo ass by my side. Not ‘til I tell you I…” He couldn’t finish the sentence.

Franklin got closer to his face, cupping his cheek. His eyes shone as the stars around them fell from the sky, akin to raindrops, hitting them. Everything about him was flooding Lamar’s senses, and it felt surreal, between his aroma and all the other things he loved about Franklin. Golden flecks covered them both, and the stars continued to crash down. The sky was growing darker than before.

“Just say the words Lamar. Say them and this shit’ll be over.”

“How?”

“Well first you need to wake yo ass up.”

“Huh?”

“I said wake up, fool!”

Lamar’s blissful dream had been interrupted by an unknown figure shaking him, literal raindrops hitting his face. He was still bleary eyed, only seeing a vague silhouette in front of him. A wet slap to the face rattled his brain around, the hangover settling in. Shit, was he still drunk? What time was it?

“Lamar! Get up!”

“Oh.. Th’fuck? Who- who that is?” He grunted out.

“It’s me you fuckin’ clown!”

“Frank?”

“Who the fuck else?”

“Why are you-”

He was abruptly yanked out of bed, thudding to the floor with a small “oof”.

“Get up you punk bitch!”

“Franklin what the fuck-”

He was grabbed again, tossed back onto his bed. Franklin straddled him, shaking Lamar by the collar.

“What the fuck is wrong with you?!” He said, Lamar getting another slap to the face.

“What in the fresh fuck is you talkin’-” Another slap.

“15 fuckin’ missed phone calls! 15! Are you fuckin’ nuts?!”

Lamar’s eyes practically popped out of his head. 15? What the fuck did he say to him?

“I did what-”

Franklin shook him even harder by his shirt, stretching the material out. He was straining his voice now.

“You had me worried like fuckin’ crazy! I thought you was in some sorta fuckin’ trouble again! You blew my phone up when I told yo ass not to, and then didn’t fuckin’ pick up after I heard the first couple special messages you left me!”

Oh God. This was it. He told Franklin everything, didn’t he? The color drained from his face.

“Oh fuck me..” He mumbled, putting a hand over his eyes.

“What?!” Franklin yelled, shaking him again. Lamar’s head was pounding.

“Franklin.. what.. what I say on there? I barely remember a thing, let alone callin’ yo ass.”

“You seriously don’t fuckin’ remember?!”

“Yeah. Seriously, man.”

Franklin slid off of him, putting a palm to his face. He breathed through his nose hard, trying to calm down. Lamar realized he was drenched from the small downpour outside. Pellets of rain thumped against the window as a reminder that the storm never went away.

“You.. fuck, man. You started sayin’ all this shit about how bad a fuckin’ friend you was. That you, you was hidin’ all this shit and couldn’t live another day without tellin’ me.”

Okay. Good. He didn’t tell him the truth.

“You told me you wanted to die dog. Didn’t realize yo dumbass was safe n sound asleep in yo fuckin’ bed.”

“Oh.”

“…’Oh’? Is that really all you have to say?!”

“F, I was jus’ drunk. It was dumb of me, I know, but I.. It’s nothing, okay?”

“Don’t do this shit to me man! I’ve already dealt with enough of yo fuckin’ schemes n shit-”

“Frank.”

“It’s 3 am! You had Chop barkin’ his Goddamn head off the whole night!”

“Franklin.”

“Then I race my ass over here to find yo drunkass self passed out in bed-”

“Franklin.”

“What! What?! You finally gonna put yo two cents in for once?”

“Stop yelling. My head hurts like a bitch right now.”

“Good! I’m fuckin’ glad because I know mine does as well you fuckin’ asshole!”

Lamar looked pathetically up at him. This was getting out of hand. He let it go on for too long.

“Why did you come here then?” He croaked.

“Because you were fuckin’ sobbin’ into the phone! All I heard was you cryin’ like mad fuckin’ crazy and it scared me. You don’t ever do that shit, not even when you fucked up.”

“How much I say?”

“I got the first message pretty fuckin’ clear, the rest was jus’ incoherent bullshit. I barely got through the second one before speedin’ on over. You sounded hurt n shit, I thought something happened. I thought you was a goner.”

“No weird shit though right? I ain’t say nothin’ bad?”

“What? Lamar, what the fuck are you on about? I just told you what yo ass cried out to me! I couldn’t even understand any of the other messages!”

“Okay, okay. That’s.. good I guess.”

“That’s good? Fuckin’ hell, why did I come here? You- ugh!”

“Franklin. Can you jus’ sit down before you pop a fuckin’ blood vessel? You stressin’ for nothin’.”

If anything, Lamar should be the one stressing right now. He had been so close to confessing without knowing. Franklin sat next to him, arms crossed.

“Franklin.”

“What.”

“I’m sorry that I scared you. I didn’t mean to.”

“Well good fuckin’ job, you accomplished that real well didn’t you.” He said, sarcastically applauding him.

“I thought you were cutting me off for good homie. You think I was gon’ let that happen?”

“Lamar, that still ain’t a good reason to freak me out like that in the middle of the night.”

“It’s only cuz you hadn’t been listenin’ to me bro. I’ve been wanting to tell you somethin’ so badly lately and I never.. got the chance.”

“Then do pray fuckin’ tell LD, what the fuck is so important that you had to do this shit to me at 3 AM!”

“Franklin man, c’mon-”

“No! Don’t start!”

Franklin stood, heading for the door as he spoke. He stopped in the threshold.

“Tell me what the fuck is goin’ on with you, or I’m leavin’ yo sad ass here to wallow. I mean it L.”

“Don’t be like that. Please man. I want to, but I-”

“Jus’ fuckin’ tell me! Why won’t you tell me?!”

“Frank-”

“I dragged my ass all the way over here for nothin’ didn’t I? You ain’t dead, you ain’t sayin’ shit, you jus’ bein’ so- ugh! Fuck!” He threw his hands up, exiting Lamar’s bedroom.

“I’m done man, fuck this.”

“Franklin wait- don’t go-” He pleaded.

Franklin did nothing but leave him stranded again, thunder rolling far in the distance. Lamar ran after him as he walked out the door, hearing the rain heavily hit the pavement. His mind was racing far ahead of him. Franklin was leaving, he was leaving for good, and he couldn’t. He can’t. That’s not how it’s supposed to work. Franklin can’t do that, he can’t-

His mind had gone so far away, that he didn’t even realize that he had tackled Franklin to the ground. The two of them fell to the ground with a loud splat, followed by sounds of pain.

“Lamar what the fuck?!”

“Don’t go! Fuckin’ hell, I gotta chase yo ass and for what?!”

“Get off me dog!”

“No!” Franklin was pinned beneath him. The raindrops that rolled off of Lamar hit him in the face.

It reminded Lamar of when they were younger, playing football or whatever sport they could outside even as the deluge soaked them both to the bone. The roles had been reversed, with Franklin constantly knocking him down onto the grassy sludge. They got quite an earful from Lamar’s mom as they tracked mud in the house upon returning. It was a memory amongst many that stuck with him like glue. Those memories couldn’t go away. Franklin couldn’t go away.

Tears mixed in with the rain as he yelled out to him.

“You fuckin’ idiot! Why you makin’ this shit so hard for me?! You keep leavin’ before I can even finish!”

Franklin struggled to break free from Lamar’s grip on his wrists, huffing as he looked away.

“Look at me!” Lamar shouted, grabbing his face with a free hand.

“I didn’t wanna fuckin’ tell you like this, but Jesus Christ! For fucks sake you stubborn asshole-”

He was doing it. He bit the fucking bullet.

“You know how we got into that fuckin’ argument last week? When I told you that I was dealin’ with that whole love thing, I wasn’t talkin’ about yo Aunt, a hoe, nobody else! I was talkin’ about you!”

Lamar threw himself off of him, stumbling backwards. Franklin propped himself onto his elbows. He finally said it. He said it, and he was far from finished.

“But you didn’t wanna fuckin’ listen! And now I’ve fucked our friendship over for a second time! All because of you! This whole thing has been drivin’ me fuckin’ insane lately, and I couldn’t do shit about it! I tried so, so hard to avoid this, but nothin’ ever goes my way, huh?! Every time I think a plan of mine’ll work, it doesn’t! You know why?!”

Opening his arms wide, he spoke loud and clear, finishing his rant.

“Lemme remind you: I’m Lamar fuckin’ Davis! The biggest fuckin’ fool, fuckin’ clown, fuckin’ whatever you wanna call me! Lamar Davis, the most naïve bitch on the planet! Fuck me for thinking that this would ever go well!”

Now it was his turn to leave. But he didn’t go back into his house. His legs moved for him, walking in no particular direction. He just needed to get away from Franklin, not caring about how damp his clothes were now. He was shaking, and he didn’t know if it was from the rain or the range of emotions he was flying through.

He could hear a pair of sneakers squishing behind him. Franklin was running, and he was catching up fast.

“Ay Lamar! Get back here!”

Oh fuck. He was chasing after him now. That’s not good. Lamar started running himself, not caring about possibly slipping and falling on his ass. Only a few hours ago, he had told himself he couldn’t be without Franklin. Now all he wanted to do was run away.

“Lamar!”

Fuck fuck fuck.

He wasn’t fast enough. The second time they hit the ground, Lamar had the wind knocked right out of him, the duo splashing right into a puddle. Hands gripped his shoulders, flipping him around.

“Lamar!”

There were only a few instances in his life where Lamar felt small. He’d always been big in character, big in height, and according to him, big in other ways. But this was one of those moments where he couldn’t help but flinch, wanting to collapse in on himself. He was so tired.

“If you gon’ beat my ass or somethin’ jus’ get it over with.” He sighed, shutting his eyes tight.

When he felt nothing but raindrops touch his face, he opened his eyes slowly. His heart sank when he did. Franklin was visibly upset, guilt in his eyes.

“Lamar. Why didn’t you tell me sooner?”

A wave of déjà vu washed over him. Oh. So that’s what precognition meant. Motherfucking psychic lady.

“You should’ve jus’ told me man.”

“I tried dog. You wouldn’t hear me out.”

“Cuz I.. I thought you got with someone. I didn’t wanna hear it straight from yo mouth if you was.”

He shifted up, Frank sitting in his lap.

“Y’know I always thought that.. Part of me jus’ kinda thought that it’d always be the two of us. I’m never gonna get Tanisha back.. but you..”

Franklin looked away.

“You a crazy ass loyal motherfucker man. You stuck by my side no matter what, and some dumbass part of me was convinced that you… I mean fuck, so many times I thought you would jus’ flat out say something. Somethin’ so I could stop waiting for the one other person I had known forever to just say that they fuckin’ loved me like that.”

Lamar blinked, rainwater getting into his eyes. It wasn’t quite as serene as his dream had been, nor was it verbatim, but Lamar didn’t care. There was something about the way the water droplets sat along Franklin’s face, highlighted by a streetlight behind him that made him look angelic.

“When you started actin’ all weird it jus’.. made me so fuckin’ mad man. I thought you was gon’ pick someone else over me. Jus’ like Tanisha did.”

“Franklin..”

“So why didn’t you jus’ say somethin’ sooner? I waited. Hell, I don’t even know why I did at first.”

��Franklin.”

“But now I’m realizin’ you must not have even noticed yoself what you was feelin’, when I fuckin’ did. I noticed and you didn’t and-”

Lamar grabbed him by the face, grip surprisingly strong after being in the rain.

“How many times do I gotta say yo name for you to hear me?”

The rain kept falling, never slowing for either one of them. Yet, it felt like time stopped. Lamar chuckled lightly.

“Franklin Clinton and Lamar Davis. Two of the dumbest motherfuckers in LS. Homies for life.”

“Yeah. Homies for life.”

His hands never left Franklin’s face. He pressed their foreheads together, lowering his voice.

“I love you, bum ass bitch.”

“Yeah yeah. I love you too.”

He kissed the top of his head, moving his hands down to embrace him in a tight hug. When was the last time they did this? As he thought it over, he could hear Franklin’s voice muffled against his chest.

“Don’t scare me like that again. Next time save us both the trouble n jus’ spill yo heart out. Dramatic motherfucker.”

The words had no malice in them, Lamar feeling him smile as he said it. He kissed him once more, and they just sat in the rain, feeling it bathe them in fond memories.

//plz listen to remember the rain by 21st century it’s so good 💔😭 anyway ya i decided to end it on a sorta happy note !!!!! franklin is a stubborn guy smh,, sorry for any typos lol also i rlly had no idea where i wanted to go with this so sorry if it’s weird or whatever

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MARSHA.

im having real trouble breathing right now....... 😳😳😳 YOU CANT EVEN KNOW WHAT THAT CHAPTER DID TO ME OMGG IM HORNILY CRUSHED RIGHT NOW FUCKK, ah god i knew this one was gonna get me but-

OKAY IM FINALLY GETTING TO THIS SJKSLS IM ALREDY SALIVATING MARSHA

*He pretends not to notice that the blinds are up, giving the bedroom a full unobstructed view of him naked and wet and soapy through the glass partition.* hhhmm feeling teasing huh pete ? i bet tony will love the view 🥴

THE STRIP POLE YESS

*he lets his weight fall on it and swings himself around in an ungraceful circle, making a high-pitched “wheee” noise.* OKAY FIRST, ME EVERYTIME THERE’S A POLE 🤣 and then, the mental pic i got from this is the sweetest jckdk 🥺

oh god- possessiveness again 🥴

*Peter slowly trails a foot up Tony’s leg. The man politely declines the flight attendant and shoots Peter a look.* JJDKSSJ NO FUCK IM ALREADY GETTING HORNY OMG I LOVE THIS

*Tony raises an eyebrow. “You need something from me, princess?”* ADTHJH IM- THE TEASINF ??? TONY CALLING PETER PRINCESS I-

oh fuck im getting warm inside jdkddkd 😩

*“You really need something in your mouth, huh, princess?”* AG MARSHA WHY ARE YOU DOING THIS TO ME ISKJSJSJNY IM- fuck. fickkkk. thats so hot jskks

*He presses the tip of it on the inner part of Peter’s bottom lip, revealing the light pink slick of it. Peter uses his tongue to lift the spoon back into his open mouth, licking up the entire underside of it in one thick swipe before letting it slip completely out.* IM HAVING TROUBLE TO BREATHE ATM fucking oral fixation im so weak for this omgg i can picture this so well im- 😳

*Tony groans, hand coming down to grip at his erection through his pants. “Fuck, yeah, you would.” He starts palming himself, eyes roaming over the younger man’s body. It makes Peter shiver with want. * whst can i event comment hdkdkd ? that makes me horny marsha. again.

hyjjsjsjskak im choking 😳

*“You gotta earn this, remember?” Tony murmurs. His thumb catches Peter’s bottom lip, tugging across the soft give of it. Peter flicks his tongue over the thumb pad and Tony slips the entire digit into his mouth.* IM HORNY SOBBING STOP AAHDJDL I CANT onggggg that is so hot its not even fair on me fuck 😭😭

*Peter watches Tony hiss* i don’t tf know why but tony hissing turns me on so much

*He scoops some of it with his index and middle finger and offers it to Peter, who opens his mouth readily to accept it.* CREAM WHILE SEX YEESS YOU JUST MAKE IT EVEN HOTTER 😩😩😳😳

*When Tony slips his fingers out of his mouth, Peter eagerly moves to wrap his lips around the man’s cock, moaning happily.* hi i was happy i met you marsha ty for everything you-

*And Tony isn’t holding himself back. His groans are loud and unabashed, and Peter is sure all the flight attendants out there can here him and know exactly what they’re doing* POSSESSIVE YES YES DJKD YESS IM LIVING FOR THIS THATS- YEES ??? (and fuck tony pls lemme hear you)

*“No, I wanna cum like this. Wanna taste you when I cum,” Peter mumbles, pulling off a little but with his tongue still on Tony’s cock.* OH GOD FIXK YES THATS SO HOT (now its gonna be time to listen to the blowjob audio bc-)

*Mine, Peter thinks dreamily, as he swallows Tony down, every last, hot drop of him. He’s mine.* 😳😳 this makes me feel so many things omgg

Starker Fic - You're The One That I Want - Part 4/9

SUMMER BINGO FESTIVAL 2021

Fill: Oral Fixation

Summary: The weekend has come to an end and Peter and Tony head back to California

Rating: Explicit

Continued from:

Part 1 - Road Trip

Part 2 - Just the Tip

Part 3 - Secret Relationship

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Sunday came a little too fast for Peter’s liking. He and Tony spent the previous night gambling and drinking and dancing and fucking. If it weren’t for the fact that Peter has to oversee a freshman statistics final exam on Monday morning, he probably would’ve asked Tony if they could extend their stay for another night or two.

Pepper had returned from her business trip early and she sent the Stark jet over to McCarran International to pick them up so they don’t have to drive back to California the way the came.

Now that their trip home has been reduced from a 5-hour drive to a 1-hour flight, Peter decides to take advantage of the giant tub in the bathroom and draw himself a nice warm bubble bath before they head to the airport. He pretends not to notice that the blinds are up, giving the bedroom a full unobstructed view of him naked and wet and soapy through the glass partition.

Tony quickly joins him, they refill the tub with warm water twice before getting out, and end up doing a late check out.

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The Stark Industries private jet is a sleek aircraft with white leather and wood panel interior. Beautiful, slender flight attendants in tight, navy blue uniforms greet them as they climb aboard, taking their bags and offering them drinks.

“Dude, I could totally get used to this,” Peter says, perching the new pair of sunglasses Tony bought him at the top of his head and taking a sip from his drink.

“You’ve never been on one of my private jets, have you?”

“I’ve never been on any private jet,” Peter says, taking a seat and peering out one of the windows. “What makes yours different from all the others?”

Tony grins and walks over to one of the sofas, clicking a button on the armrest. A sleek silver pole rises up from the floor, turning the seating area into a little strip lounge.

Peter laughs, setting his drink on the table. “You’ve gotta be kidding me.” He gets up and approaches the pole, curling a hand around the cold metal. With one foot braced against the base of the pole, he lets his weight fall on it and swings himself around in an ungraceful circle, making a high-pitched “wheee” noise.

“Alright, don’t hurt yourself.” Tony chuckles.

A flight attendant informs them that they’ll be taking off soon and that they should buckle in their seats. She smiles cordially at them, seemingly unfazed by the presence of a stripper pole in the middle of the plane’s cabin, which Peter is pretty sure isn’t exactly regulation.

Peter and Tony already had lunch at the hotel before they left so now they’re snacking on some decadent dark chocolate cake with vanilla ice cream and berries. It’s rich and sweet with a hint of fresh tartness from the fruit. Peter’s been eating so well on this trip with Tony.

One of the flight attendants approach them. “Is there anything else I can get for you, Mr. Stark?”

That’s how it’s been this whole trip. Tony Stark is always addressed first. He’s the one who looks like he oozes wealth and power from every pore of his body, even when he’s just in a casual dark Henley. It doesn’t really bother Peter much. No one is ever outright hostile towards him, and they’re always very friendly and accommodating once it’s clear that he’s someone close to Tony.

But there’s something about the way these flight attendants smile at the older man, a little too coy with a hint of secrecy behind them. Something about the way their voices pitch a little lower, a little too sultry to be friendly, barely concealing a certain kind of willingness for something decidedly outside their job description.

Maybe it’s all in Peter’s head. Or maybe there’s a reason why there’s a stripper pole installed in the plane.

Peter slowly trails a foot up Tony’s leg. The man politely declines the flight attendant and shoots Peter a look. Peter nonchalantly spoons a dollop of vanilla cream into his mouth as his foot continues its journey up Tony’s inner thighs until it reaches the juncture of his crotch, finding the bulge of his cock through the fabric of his pants.

Tony raises an eyebrow. “You need something from me, princess?”

Peter shrugs like he doesn’t know what Tony’s talking about. “I don’t usually like vanilla ice cream. But this is really good,” he comments, delicately licking away a bit of white cream that got stuck on his upper lip. He sucks on the little dessert spoon, getting every last bit of vanilla ice cream on it while his foot presses a firm massage on Tony’s hardening cock.

“Actually, can we get some more ice cream in here?” Tony calls out to the flight attendant, though his eyes are fixed on the movements of Peter’s mouth. He thanks the flight attendant who hands the fresh cup over to him, but doesn’t offer it to Peter. Instead, he pushes Peter’s foot off him and stands up, taking the ice cream with him. “Come on, I wanna show you something.”

Peter frowns, sticking the spoon in his mouth, but getting up to follow the older man anyway.

Tony leads him through a door in the back of the cabin that opens to reveal a comfortable-looking bedroom. The bed is of modest size, a double with cream beige sheets and white pillows to complement the wood-panelling of the room. There’s a single arm chair and a small desk on the other side of the room. But the thing that catches Peter’s eye instantly is another stripper pole by the foot of the bed, in perfect view for anyone might be reclined on the mattress.

Tony sets the ice cream on the bedside table, then fixes Peter with an exasperated look. “You really need something in your mouth, huh, princess?” he says, tugging the spoon from Peter’s mouth but not taking it all the way out. He presses the tip of it on the inner part of Peter’s bottom lip, revealing the light pink slick of it. Peter uses his tongue to lift the spoon back into his open mouth, licking up the entire underside of it in one thick swipe before letting it slip completely out.

Peter walks the few steps backwards until his back hits the stripper pole, one hand coming up to grip the length of it above his head, all the while grinning at Tony. “Is this where your flight attendants earn that extra pocket money?”

“Sure.” Tony sits on the bed, getting comfortable, leaning back on the headboard with his arms folded behind his head, watching Peter with a smirk. “You wanna earn a little something while you’re here?”

Peter hums lazily, swaying side to side in front of the pole. “You should’ve bought me something sexier to wear. I’d look pretty good wearing one of those tight flight attendant skirts, don’t you think?”

Tony groans, hand coming down to grip at his erection through his pants. “Fuck, yeah, you would.” He starts palming himself, eyes roaming over the younger man’s body. It makes Peter shiver with want. “But, shit, baby, you already look so hot wearing that. Hotter than any flight attendant I’ve ever seen. You really knew what you were doing when you picked those for me to buy for you, huh?”

It’s just a plain white crew neck from John Varvatos that costs $100 for some unfathomable reason, and a pair of dark blue jeans that hang low on his hips. Tony didn’t blink an eye at the price tags and Peter likes the way the shirt is just shy of being a little too tight on him, the hem of it just skimming at the waistband of his jeans. When Peter lifts both arms up to grip the pole behind him, he can feel the shirt riding up, exposing his lower stomach.

Peter’s not great at dancing by any means, especially not the dancing that requires the kind of grace and flexibility that strippers have around a pole. But he twists around the thing as best as he can, moving his hips on it like he’s pretending that it’s Tony he’s grinding on.

Tony seems to enjoy the show regardless. He’s unzipped his pants and taken his cock out, stroking it slowly as he watches Peter with parted lips and hooded eyes.

Peter’s mouth practically waters at the sight of Tony’s hard cock in his huge hand, the thick, leaking head of it peeking over the circle of his fingers.

Tony must see the hungry look on his face, because he says, “come here, baby. Let me give you what you need.”

Peter grins, crawling up the bed until his knees are resting on either side of Tony’s thighs. God he’ll never get tired of how Tony looks spread out underneath him, how it feels for him to be straddling all that power and wealth between his legs. Peter leans down, ready to take that beautiful cock into his mouth. But Tony grabs his chin, tipping his face up.

“You gotta earn this, remember?” Tony murmurs. His thumb catches Peter’s bottom lip, tugging across the soft give of it. Peter flicks his tongue over the thumb pad and Tony slips the entire digit into his mouth.

Peter watches Tony hiss, those dark eyes fixed on the way the younger man’s lips wrap around him all the way to the knuckle. Peter suckles gently, swirling his tongue around, catching the faint salt of Tony’s skin.

Tony slips his thumb out of Peter’s mouth and picks up the cup of half-melted ice cream from the bedside table. He scoops some of it with his index and middle finger and offers it to Peter, who opens his mouth readily to accept it.

Peter moans at the cold sweetness of the cream on Tony’s fingers, melting on his tongue. He closes his eyes as he sucks and swallows it down until all that’s left is the taste of Tony’s skin.

Tony takes another scoop and feeds it to him, taking very little care in making the sure all the sugary cream gets in Peter’s mouth. The warmth of Tony’s fingers quickly melts the ice cream and it smears all around Peter’s lips and chin, covering him in a white, drippy mess, but the younger man licks it all up dutifully, moaning at the taste.

“Fuck, you’re such a good boy, aren’t you?” Tony growls, watching Peter’s tongue all over his fingers. “I’d say you’re ready for my cock now. You still want it, princess?”

“Mm-hm.” Peter nods, looking up at the older man through his lashes, holding his gaze as he sucks two of his fingers back up to the hilt.

“Good boy,” Tony says again, voice low and turned on. With his fingers still in Peter’s mouth, he tugs the younger man down, leading those lips to his waiting cock.

When Tony slips his fingers out of his mouth, Peter eagerly moves to wrap his lips around the man’s cock, moaning happily. Tony’s so big, Peter has to open his mouth wide to make it fit, but he loves how completely Tony fills him, how easily the older man can choke him with that monster.

“Mm, your mouth is gorgeous, baby,” Tony groans, hand sinking into the Peter’s curls, just barely holding himself back from shoving the younger man’s head all the way down onto his cock.

Peter wants it, though. He wants his face fucked, wants his mouth stuffed and his throat pounded. He makes low, pleased noises around Tony’s cock, moaning like it’s the best thing he’s ever had on his tongue. He likes the way Tony grunts above him, the way the fingers in his hair tighten whenever the head of the cock he’s sucking hits the roof of his mouth. Peter slips a hand down his jeans, touching himself. It turns him on like crazy to know that he’s able to bring Tony this kind of pleasure.

And Tony isn’t holding himself back. His groans are loud and unabashed, and Peter is sure all the flight attendants out there can here him and know exactly what they’re doing. He wonders if any of them are disappointed. Peter isn’t shy with his moans either. He hopes they can all hear how he’s the one back here getting stuffed with Tony Stark’s cock.

“You getting off on this, baby?” Tony notices Peter’s hand shoved down his pants, stroking himself in time with the rhythm of his head bobbing on Tony’s cock. “You like it that much, huh, my cock in your mouth? Wanna come up here so I can take care of that for you?”

“No, I wanna cum like this. Wanna taste you when I cum,” Peter mumbles, pulling off a little but with his tongue still on Tony’s cock.

Tony curses. “Fuck, that’s hot. Okay, princess. Anything you want. Get yourself off. Let me feel how you sound when you cum for me. Such a good boy.”

Peter moans at the praises uttered in Tony’s low, lust-soaked voice, stroking himself faster even as he continues to pleasure Tony with his mouth. He’s breathing hard now, feeling that tell-tale tightening low in his gut. He whimpers around the older man’s cock, choking on it, starting to lose all finesse, his mouth reduced to just being a warm, wet hole for Tony to fuck into.

Peter’s moans get desperate by they’re muffled by the rock hard cock thrusting in and out of his mouth. When his orgasm hits, it’s hard and intense, spilling hot all over his own hand.

“Ohh, fuck, that’s it, baby,” Tony pants, hips jerking up towards Peter’s face seemingly beyond his control. “That feel good? Just hang on for a bit more, baby, just a little bit more. I’m gonna cum soon. Pete, I’m gonna-” he warns, about to pull out.

Slack and boneless as he is in the wake of his own climax, Peter manages to hold on, keeping Tony’s cock in his mouth as the older man cums in him. It’s a sudden spill of warm, bitter musk when Tony groans out his orgasm but Peter takes it all down his throat, milking it until it’s dry.

Mine, Peter thinks dreamily, as he swallows Tony down, every last, hot drop of him.

He’s mine.

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to be continued in Part 5 - Sex On A Boat

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[yo-rika]

Guide for V’s route. Day 2

20:13 - Party at Saturn Character(s): Jumin, Jaehee, Zen Note: Zen calls after this chat Selection 1 Hello, Jaehee (Jaehee) Good evening, Jumin. (Jumin) Selection 2 But it's just a day. He'll be fine. (Nothing) Neither have I. (Nothing) Selection 3 You two much be quite close! (Nothing) He won't hand up? I thought he would've put you on the call denial list. (Nothing) Selection 4 Pluto will feel lonely by itself. So I'd like to invite Neptune and Uranus too. (Nothing) We're not holding our party at Jupiter, are we? (Nothing) Selection 5 When it comes to recommendations, you don't have to force her for one... (Nothing) I understand. I don't wanna do anything once I get home (Jaehee) Selection 6 Please don't worry. I can take care of it. (Nothing) I think it'd be one exciting party! (Nothing) Selection 7 You mean...the dish itself? (Nothing) That's person's name, tight? (Nothing) Selection 8 How can we have udon as our guest? That wasn't funny, Jumin... (Nothing) Sounds delicious...I mean, sounds good! (Jumin+Email from udon) Selection 9 Some superior officer? Who could it be? (Nothing) Are V's photos that high in quality? (V) Selection 10 You look tired... (Nothing) Wow! I've never seen yout selfie! (Jaehee) Selection 11 Cheer up, Jaehee...! (Jaehee) Good luck, Jumin! (Jumin) Selection 12 Really? I wanna see too! (Jumin) So you're saying that your cat jumped. (Jaehee) Selection 13 You're actually capable of turing your head by 52 degress... (Nothing) I wanna see too! I wanna see her beautiful jump! (Jumin) Selection 14 Oh my...she's so cute! (Nothing) ??? (Nothing) Selection 15 Can I have more picturts of Elizabeth the 3rd? (Jumin) Jaehee... (Jaehee) Good night, Jumin! (Nothing) Selection 16 I'd like to khow whst mysteries are there abiut him. (Nothing) Maybe...he's an android? (Nothing) Selection 17 You can watch Zen's DVD. (Zen+Jaehee) You could check all the important eventa acheduled and go to bed. (Nothing) Selection 18 What took you so long, Mr. Gorgeous? (Zen) Huh? Zen! (Nothing) Selection 19 If you were planning to be gone for the whole day, you should have told us in advanse! (Nothing) So did you de-stress at the spa? (Nothing) Selection 20 You basically had a hibernation lolol (Nothing) I thought those flowers bloomed from your face. (Zen) Selection 21 Zen, do you khow that we're having a party? (Nothing) I'm sure you'll be a musical star! (Zen) Selection 22 You just had to hibernate today, huh? (Nothing) We can talk more tomorrow! (Zen) Selection 23 I thought you had something important scheduled tomorrow. (Nothing) I wonder what kind of recommendations I'll get. (Nothing) Selection 24 Do let me know what you think of the new DVD. (Jaehee) Goodbye, Jaehee! (Nothing) Selection 25 Being handsome can be a problem sometimes... (Nothing) You looks will bring better things to you! (Zen) Selection 26 Let's have a nice party! (Nothing) It was so boring without you. (Nothing)

[bellefire007-blog]

Awakening

Today last night I sat and I spoke to you. For the first time I really truely wasn't alone in spirit. There is something working through me i knew it was big but this is the serpent of the soul. "The serpent of the soul" what every exactly that means. It was terrifying when I first heard the voice. I heard it I'm as awake as I was now and I asked who are you whst do you want and you respo fed with the most interesting voice iv ever heard it rolled off of your tongue almost like you mainly spoke another language maybe Latin. I met you you told me this. I a alfa and the omega. I asked where you was at you told me you was in every thing. I asked if u was God I been praying and begging for peace bc I always knew something Was wrong with me bc I had friends that Noone else heard I was different all those the voices I have been hearing since I can remember has led up to now. I was in the pharmacy and most critics will say there u go she's off her damn meds. All the while laughing huh? You judge me m.f. Iv see. More than anyone in my short lifetime I know the smell of blood and I know the taste all to well. Ever witnessed a human being take a sawed off shotgun to his dome? In his mouth the barrel was and the cries went on all night he damaged the home he broke all things breakable. I was used to this. You the critic, the sweet smell of gain washing powders and some kind of cake baking. The cried From you I'll always here the screams I tear up when I hear the ungodly screams. Ringing Ears the flash from the gunfire. The world going around and around and the after math of a human being slumped over in a chair a dark dimned kit room.smoke and blood sprayed walls parts of brain matter. I was 6 years old when I witnessed the death of him he comitted suicide. I hate life but the serpent said to me that in all things good let me be your light. Repeat after me.in all thin GA good o let you be my light. In all things bad let me be your protector I said n all things good I surrender my rights to life, I relinquish all debt, and I with you makes two but is one whole bad ass bitch. So the hunt for some demonolagist is over I found a friend from within my be a demon on your book of lies but is my saviour and with that said I am not letting another Bible thumping maniac Rape the demons out of me b.c One things for sure they are worth fighting for. I thought was a bad thing ungodly.... What's more ungodly or unholy as a hundred innocent people in a village named.

... On the mountain top screaming help God help and the water surrounding the bodies all the fire and smoke n blood gushing in the wind how do you think it feel in your last few minutes before death as u beg and nothing all those 100 ppl could do to help each one there. Think about the one person you have to call on for help when u are n dismay,shock, or need a friend

in your last moments of life you call in God almighty please God help me! Did you even ever get a minute of peace before u died? No he'll no u didn't and if I was in the crowd I know my last words if crying out would be the same as theirs '" godpleasehelpme" I'm saddened by this vengeful God. I'm saddened by the way I. Been tortured and iv prayed to you to a winged Man all along. My soul is dark but spirit is high. Manifest.dream.beyou.above all love like it's your last moment.