#Price comparison scraping

[worthwebscraping]

[dmitriene]

john price fucking you in his gift, soft lace ripped around your soaked pussy, still hugging your bouncing ass that plops down on his hairy thighs with gentle slaps, your glossy folds spreading open around his fat cock, leaving strings of your sweet slick.

lacy bra rolled down, straps dangling below your shoulders to reveal your jiggling tits, nipples perky and drool soaked from where john suckled on them, teasing till they're all swollen and sensitive, making you whimper charmingly when he tugs at them with callouses of his fingers, fondling on your doughy breasts.

a pretty piece with thin flowers that looked as if they're bloomed on your supple skin, but not as pretty as you, bouncing on his fat cock while his gift get's all messy on you, these fabrics worthing nothing in comparison to your hazy eyes that roll back in your skull everytime john's thick tip scrapes your sweet spots.

making you dig at his hairy, burly chest, shaky fingers clinging roughly to the graying hair and almost making john hiss, as you remind him of clawing kitten, the blue spark of his eyes blackening as he watches at the wet mess on his untidy pubic hair, your slick pooling and making his cock all shiny and dripping, your silken walls pulsing.

his wide palms stroking delicately along your pliable curves, listening to the wet plaps your pussy is making when sucking his throbbing cock back again, tiny hole tightening with coiling heat in your tummy, trembling thighs all tacky with a soppy mess you created.

and john never seen anything more pretty than you, the shiny, sweaty skin and your tensing muscles, the messed underwear that still halfly adorn your body, making him feel like he's revealing some sparkly gem, as he sinks his fingers in the meat of your hips, leaving sunken imprints on your flesh.

grinds his cock against your spongy spot as he keeps you seated fully on his throbbing shaft, hearing how your little moans grow in pitchy wanton whimpers, trying to claw at the juncture of john's shoulders, where he stretches his neck, brushing his lips against your wrist, as you arch when your cunt suddenly clamps harshly and gushes with rhythmic clenches.

main masterlist. quidelines.

[shotmrmiller]

wait though because seriously. the boys share everything with each other.

(smut, be warned. this turned way too long thank @waves-against-a-cliff for this)

they share bedrolls and tents when they're stuck in the freezing cold during a mission.

they share canteens, mre's, cigarettes. (price is smoke snob so simon always carries a cigar or two for him)

they'll share a room in base when simon's not sleeping again due to his ptsd, or johnny's gone and gotten injured again. john slips into kyle's room sometimes just to remind himself that he didn't lose kyle when he fell out of the helo.

they share showers, too. sometimes in a safe house there's not enough hot water to go around 4 individuals, and other times they just need a hand that isn't their own wrapped around their neglected cocks. (simon mewls like a kitten when john fists him from behind, beard scraping on the junction of his shoulder as john gives him a peck or two on the neck)

they go on leave and stay together, too. simon and john are the ones who keep a home-- johnny and kyle sleep at whoever's they please; essentially living there as well.

then john gets a little bird, a sweet (much younger, simon notices) thing who's far too gentle and soft for gruff men like themselves, just a doting, kind girlfriend.

they share you too.

it hadn't really been hard to nudge you their direction, either. john's only ever sung praise of his crew, his boys.

johnny and kyle are the pretty ones-- it's completely normal that your eyes wandered from john to them when they visited. johnny's hand lingered a little too long on the small of your back when he needed to get past, the touch scalding even through your shirt, and kyle's gentle demeanor and warm smiles toward you never failed to get your heart racing. they were easily game.

simon had been a bit more of a challenge.

he'd been jealous of you, at first. of course someone full of life such as yourself would capture his captain's heart. a bright, burning star in comparison to him, a stellar remnant. he'd seethed when johnny had taken a picture of the both you and john asleep on the couch, him partially lying atop of you with his head firmly on your chest. simon can't even have light weight on him as he sleeps, lest he dreams that he's underground again, dirt clogging his mouth and nose as he claws himself back to the world of the living.

but john knows him better than he knows himself, and he'd nipped that issue in the bud-- slinked into simon's room in base and reassured him with a hand curled under his jaw that there is enough of him for everyone, and now you, too.

"what's mine is yours, simon. and that little morsel back home is mine."

john only brought it up the once, and how eager you'd been. so receptive to the idea of treating his boys the way they deserve. they haven't had much good in their life, he'd purred, but you'll be good, won't you?

yes, you'd jerkily nodded, so good, i swear.

they had you watch them first, just to not overwhelm you. meager handjobs and suggestive kisses to flushed skin. whispered promises of what's to come, playful nips to the ear. it went well enough, john observing how you rubbed your thighs together whenever one of them finally peaked over their own stomach.

then you interrupted their session, one day, asking if you could try to give one of them a hand (ha). the last time he came that hard, kyle had touched him under the table in a restaurant, in front of decent company.

he'd even spurted cum all the way up to his collarbone.

it upgraded quickly after that, any self doubt all but gone under their touch. fingers sunk and curled inside your throbbing cunt, squelching with each movement. john sat behind you, keeping you somewhat upright so you could just focus on their attention. johnny's warm mouth laved at your stiff nipple and kyle swallowed all of your moans.

johnny went first, rambunctious man that he was. he flipped you onto your knees and hilted in one smooth stroke. john stood by your side the entire time, his hands brushing away the damp hair that stuck to your forehead. "doin' so good, love." johnny's grip around your waist had been the only thing that kept you from sprawling forward with each heavy thrust.

kyle had gone next, and what you'd thought would've been a sensual missionary ended up being a devastating missionary press. he pushed your knees to your chest, feeling the air rush out of your lungs. when he bottomed out, john had hissed above you. "made a proper mess there, johnny. there's not enough room for kyle when she's stuffed full of you."

"i'm not sorry, sir," was his cheeky reply.

johnny's spend had been forcibly pushed out when kyle pushed in.

his length was in your throat as he took you and he gave you no respite, just a constant drag of his cock along your sensitive nerves. your mind was scrambled, unable to form a single coherent thought. his fingers dug into the soft meat of your thighs when he came.

simon chose to be last, because you'd be warmed up and slick enough to take him without much discomfort.

wrong.

even with him on his back, you choosing how fast or slow the coupling went, it'd stung. it was an invasion, a searing ache in between your legs, inside your core once you sat flush on his thighs.

simon's hands tightened around your hips, and grunted. "alrigh' getter off. she's clearly in pain--"

"no! i'm just sensitive, is all. i just need a little time to get accustomed."

his face showed disbelief, brows furrowed and lips slightly pursed but john was quick to assuage the situation. "you heard her, simon. she can take it." john turned to you and cradled your face in his hands. "can't you, love?"

'course you could. you promised to be good, after all.

kyle came from behind and wrapped his own hands around your waist, canting them forward, simon's length going so much deeper, and a sharp breath escaped you.

"there ya go, doll. much better now, yeah?"

you rolled your hips slowly, testing the waters. underneath the pulse of pain, was pleasure, crawling up your spine, dripping slick down the base of simon's cock.

finally.

leaning forward, you placed your palms on his sweat-slick barrel chest and began to ride him with fervor. john threaded his fingers through simon's hair and tugged harshly, a ragged moan falling from his lips. it hadn't been much longer after, which you are grateful for because you were about to pray to the gods that your hips hold out with how fiercely they burned with effort.

john had kissed your temple in the end, praising how well you did and to not worry about him, this was more than enough.

aftercare had been a long, drawn out process that had your eyes heavy with sleep, and chest warm with affection.

they left you asleep, exhausted, curled up in john's oversized bed and simon was the one to drag them all into the guest bedroom because john hadn't come once tonight.

when he tried to protest, kyle huffed and cut him off with a wave of his hand. "we take care of each other, captain, and now it's your turn."

[batwritings]

HI, last request I swear dhvdjdgdgvs SORRY

I really loved your group sex piece for Al and Rudy, and it gave me an idea for a 141 equivalent. They’ve been going through tough times with Hassan, and fem!reader decides to help out.

Gaz, Soap, Price, and Ghost all take turns on her, in various positions on a bed. At first, she takes it well, but by the very end when it’s Ghost’s turn? Things take a bit of a turn. Any of the other boys can hold her up and keep her grounded, while Ghost remorsefully slams into her overstimulated cunt. He tries to be gentle, but there’s no real winning, since he’s a little too big for her to handle after all of her previous orgasms :(( Eventually, they just keep her calm, while he finishes her up. With every careful slam from his hips, she gets more and more cock-drunk. They comfort her through her final orgasm of the night, which has her crying out in pure pleasure. After they’re done cleaning her up, they make sure to give her lots of love <33

-Hybrid

...Hybrid, good friend, pal, has anyone told you how fucking GORGEOUS your ideas are? Because they really fucking are. Enjoy!~

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You were by no means a soldier in comparison to your boys on 141. The most civilian of civilian who was there for each of them (or all of them) when they needed it. And by the look in your boys' eyes after this last mission? They really fucking needed it.

Now, normally you're pretty good at gauging just how hard your boys will go on you when they really need it. Safe to say, you severely underestimated just how much attention 141 needed from you. And you weren't anywhere near done.

Your legs were shaking, inner thighs raw from the beard burn. Your jaw was sore, nearly locking up from how much you had to keep it open, cum drying on the corner of your mouth where it hadn't been cleaned up in time. Words were simply not a thing anymore, and that was all just from Price, Gaz, and Soap alone.

It was Ghost's turn now, and you could see the burn in those chocolate brown eyes. A broken whimper leaves your throat, but it is met with a soft hush and kiss to your temple. "Simon's not gonna hurt you love," Price coos as he pets your sweaty head.

The man in question kisses up your inner thigh as proof, despite the fact that he's watching you like a hungry wolf. He licks a line up your ruined cunt, from your cum stuffed hole to your clit. Your head snaps back and you let out a scratchy moan.

"Go easy on her aye L.t?" Soap rumbles on your other side, taking your hand in his so your fingers are laced with his. "She's been such a good little thing for us. Always taking care of us when we've had a rough day." The Scotsman presses tender kisses to your knuckles and lightly rubs his scruffy face against the back of your hand to keep you grounded.

Ghost only hums in response, lining up his cock with your pussy. The man has gone fully primal, letting his urges think for him. A rare occurrence to be sure but usually one worthwhile.

You can feel your eyes crossing when the lieutenant slams his member inside, a mixed growl and moan of pleasure coming forth in response. His pace is brutal, the headboard of the bed loudly knocking the wall behind you with his roughness. His blunt nails scrape your hips as he pulls you onto his cock over and over.

You're whimpering and moaning, tears pricking at your eyes as you bounce back and forth between overstimulated and bathing in pleasure. "Doing so well sweetheart," Gaz pipes up, having left the room to retrieve damp wash clothes and water. "You're taking him so well."

You whimper appreciatively as the pleasure overtakes the overstim. It was getting harder and harder to notice, but you faintly feel the familiar bubble of pleasure in the pit of your stomach. "S-S-Si-imon...!" You whine loudly, reaching your free hand out to cover his.

"Fuck--" Ghost groans, head thrown back, lost in the throes of pleasure. You can hear the mumbled praise for him as your orgasm overtakes you, your poor worn out cunt weakly milking the man's cock for all it was worth. You can't even flinch away at the spike of pain when Simon exacerbates the already heavy bruising on your hips.

As he comes down, the Brit moves his hands off your hips, one holding him up as he leans over you while the other, rubs your soft stomach where his cock is slightly outlined. You shiver a little, earning kisses on either side of your face from Gaz and Soap.

"You did so well lass, absolutely beautiful," purrs the Scotsman, hand caressing your face gently.

"Our perfect Y/N," Price rumbles, already lighting a post-sex cigar that he knew you liked the smell of. "Always taking such good care of her boys hmm?" You offer him a weak smile as Gaz gets to work, gently clearing the sweat and cum from your skin.

Soap peels himself away from you as Ghost slowly pulls out. You let out a shuddered moan as you feel the cum nearly gush from your pussy. He puts the gentlest kiss you think you've ever felt against your knee as you hear the bath start in the other room.

"Thank you for your attention doll. Now let's get you cleaned up."

[ladysomething]

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🌀Post the fic summary for a fic you haven't written/published yet. It can be hypothetical or something you really plan on releasing...

oh god. ok .... maybe body swap fic, because it's a snappy summary that immediately is like "well. I know exactly what this is going to be about then."

Charles goes to a witch and asks to become World Champion.

She grants his wish, just . . . not in the way he'd imagined.

And, because I doubt I'll ever write this one either (it would be lonnnggg), here is the prologue and the part of the first chapter that I wrote. I've posted a tiny bit on here before, so it may be familiar to those who've been here for a while.

Prologue

“I want you to make me a World Champion.” 

Althea leans back in her chair, fingernails scraping against the wooden tabletop. It’s cluttered with books and parchment and colourful bottles filled with unknown liquids. 

The rest of the small room is just as cluttered, which is pretty much exactly what Charles expected from a witch. It’s making him feel uncomfortable and slightly claustrophobic, but it’s all going to be worth it if she can do what he wants. 

“World Champion,” she repeats softly, a smile curling up one side of her mouth. “This I can do for you, Mister Leclerc.” 

Charles sits up slightly straighter, fingers shaking with anticipation. 

“You can?” He asks hopefully. 

“It’s a big wish,” she concedes, but she’s already leaning forward to sort through some of the vials on the table. “A big wish means a big price. I think you are familiar with this already, yes?” 

Charles’ stomach twists uncomfortably, sorrow echoing in his chest. “I have already paid a big price,” he murmurs. “And yet I still do not have my wish. This is why I’m here.” 

“I know,” she says softly. “My price is small, in comparison.” 

“Give me a number,” Charles says desperately. “I have more money than I need, and I want a Championship more.” 

Althea purses her lips and stands, white dress swirling around her feet as she sweeps to the other side of the room. 

“It’s not money that I want, Charles,” Althea says, bracing one hand against a crowded shelf and rising on her tip toes. She pushes aside a stack of books then reaches to the back of the shelf, closing her hand around a tiny vial. “If money is of no value to you, then it is of value to me.” 

For the first time since he started his hunt for somebody to help him, he feels a shiver of fear slide down his back. 

This isn’t his first time coming to a witch. 

He’d done it once before, when he was younger and thought witches were nothing but stories in Harry Potter, but he’d been made a believer then. 

This is the fifth witch he’s come to with this specific problem. The other four had all been fake, obvious to varying degrees, and with only one had he gotten to the point of discussing payment. 

He’d already had a bad feeling about her abilities, but when she’d demanded an obscenely huge amount of money, he’d clearly been able to see the writing on the wall. He’d left before either of them wasted any more of their time. 

But Althea . . . As soon as he’d walked in here, he’d known that she was real. It had been the feeling that had washed over him, when he’d stepped across the threshold. 

All he’d felt since then was anticipation. 

Now, he wonders what the fuck he’s thinking. He knows better than to mess with powers like these. Lorenzo and Maman always said that when you ask for something you want desperately, the price is always bigger than you are willing to pay. 

He’d thought, while looking for somebody to help him, that there was no cost he would not willingly hand over. 

But a secret . . . He has a few that he would rather not share. 

Althea takes her seat again, spreading ingredients out in front of her. 

“Make your decision, Mister Leclerc,” Althea says, not even looking up at him as she continues to sort her things. “Do you want to be Champion?” 

Charles’ breath hitches in his chest. 

“Yes,” he says decisively. He knows he can pick a secret that will satisfy Althea without it being life-destroyed. “Do I tell you the secret now?” 

She shakes her head, smiling slightly, then pulls a mortar and pestle towards her. It’s made of marble, and catches on the wood of the table as she drags it across. 

Charles goes to help her, reaching his hands out, but she slaps them away. He retracts them dutifully, resting them in his lap and watching silently as she starts to carefully measure out her various ingredients and put them into the mortar one by one. 

“What are you doing?” Charles ask nervously, when he can no longer stand the silence. 

“Shh.” 

Charles goes silent again, twisting his rings around his fingers in a useless attempt to work out his anxiety. 

What seems like forever later, Althea pushes the mortar over to him, then places a spoon in his hand. 

“Eat.” 

Charles stares down at the mortar, which has a disgusting green and gooey concoction inside. 

“Uh . . .” 

“Just one spoonful.” 

Face twisted with disgust, Charles carefully dips the spoon into the thick soup. He’s likely had worse, when Andrea put him on a liquid-only diet for a week a few years ago—but, then again, at least he actually knew what was in those and that they wouldn’t kill him. 

“What is your secret?” Althea asks softly, brown eyes staring at him with an intensity that makes Charles feel a little sick. 

He has a few, he thinks, that are worthy of payment to a witch. He knows it has to be something heavy enough that he doesn’t want people knowing; he just can’t make it so bad that if people did know, it would ruin his life and career. 

There are, admittedly, not many that fit into the slim margin. 

“I don’t think I can win the Championship on my own.” 

Althea smiles gently. “Charles, this is why you are here. That is not a secret.” 

Charles swallows heavily. That might be true for her, but he’s never said it out loud before. He considers it a secret, and a well-kept one at that. 

But, if it’s not good enough . . . 

“After my father died . . .” Charles has to stop to clear the lump that’s suddenly appeared in his throat. “I didn’t—I couldn’t go to the funeral. Not after . . . So I missed it. I skipped my father’s funeral.” 

Althea softens. 

“I’m sorry this happened to you,” she says. “But this is not enough either, Mister Leclerc. I need something bigger.” 

Charles scoffs, rolling his eyes skyward. 

He’s never told anybody that, either, because it’s the most ashamed he’s ever been of himself. Grief had taken hold of him and had him thinking it would be better to not be surrounded by people who didn’t love his dad as much as he did—and then he’d skipped one the most important things he’d ever experience in his life. 

“There is nothing bigger.” 

Nothing bigger that wouldn’t kill him in the process, anyway. 

Althea reaches across the table and places her hand over his wrist. Her hand is cold and clammy, and it sends a shiver up his arm and down his spine. 

“You must think of something.” 

He sifts through his memories, trying to come up with something that could be worse than what he’s already said. Something he might be comfortable sharing. 

But all that comes up are things he would never say; how he’d once told Arthur that their parents didn’t love him and then felt terrible when his little brother had burst into tears; that he’d cried after having sex with a girl for the first and only time because he’d so desperately wished he could just like it and be normal; that he’d told Jules that he was in love with him and Jules had awkwardly patted his head and said it was probably just a crush and that he’d get over it, and, worse, that Jules had been right and he’d moved his attentions to a boy his own age by the end of the week; the terrible, awful, things he feels for—

Althea inhales sharply, eyes sliding closes. 

“Yes,” she breathes. “That.” 

Charles rips his hand away from hers, breathing deeply. “You—can you—” 

She raises a brow at him, pressing her red-painted lips together. 

“Get out of my head,” he commands hotly, standing up so fast his chair falls back, slamming against the ground. 

“Sit back down,” she says sternly, the harshest he’s seen her yet. He can feel her anger ripple around the room, and it sets him even further on edge. 

He’s not sure he should be here. 

“You have already paid,” Althea says. “The process has started. Sit. Back. Down.” 

God. He definitely shouldn’t be here. 

“I think I’m going to go,” Charles says anxiously, stepping towards the door. “Keep the secrets, I’ll just—” 

The door slams shut on a gust of wind, the chair flipping through the air to right itself. Its legs scrape loudly against the stone floor as it slides to the side, easily accessible for Charles to sit back into. 

Heart in his throat, Charles gingerly sits back down. The chair slides back under the table without him moving it; he has to grip the sides of it to stop himself from being throw off it with how fast it moves. 

The spoon he’d dropped hovers in the air in front of his face, the curve of it full of the green potion. 

Christ. Charles has never seen anything like this in his life. 

“Eat,” Althea commands softly. “And you will be the World Champion.” 

I’m going to die, Charles thinks as opens his mouth and leans forward. 

He’ll have nobody to blame but himself. 

Chapter 1

Max

Max feels weird when he wakes up. 

There’s something not quite right about the way his sheets feel against his body; they’re too soft, too light and airy. The bed, too, is rather soft—nothing at all like he prefers. 

Whatever. He must have hooked up with some guy last night and he feel asleep at his house. 

It’s a little strange that he doesn’t remember it—particularly because he doesn’t feel like he has a hangover—but once he wakes up a bit more he’s sure it’ll come back to him. God, he can’t believe whoever he fucked last night wasn’t even memorable enough for him to remember it the literal next morning, which is particularly annoying because he has a big meeting with Christian this morning—

Oh, fuck. 

He scrambles out of bed, but misses his step. He slips awkwardly, barely managing to catch himself on the mattress. Fucking rich cunts with their stupidly high beds—Christ, who the fuck did he pick up last night? He usually steers clear of this type. 

The only saving grace is that this guy doesn’t seem to be around right now. Must have dipped out when he realised Max had stayed over. It’s good in some ways, because one of the worst mornings of his life was after he hooked up with a guy who had only in the morning realised who he was. 

Max had woken up to the bloke sitting on the edge of the bed, staring at him with wide eyes and clutching an F1 shirt. Not even a Red Bull one—a fucking Ferrari one, Charles Leclerc’s stupid number 16 staring up at him as he’d numbly signed item after item. 

So—any situation that’s not a repeat of that is pretty decent, in Max’s opinion. 

But, on the other hand, there’s nothing he always wants more than to leave after casual sex, and when they leave first, Max is forced to linger in order to get them to sign the dreaded NDA. 

At this point, he knows he should get the anonymous man of the night to sign the NDA before they hook up. In fact, his PR team have paid off enough people that they would also prefer he do that. But it always ruins the mood, so generally Max does it after. 

Which leaves him here—in some strange man’s apartment, now waiting for him to return so that he can shove the page in the guy’s face and then hopefully get the fuck out of here before his meeting starts. 

Actually, what is the time? 

The nightstand is empty of both a clock and a phone, which is really fucking helpful. Max has no idea where his phone is, but its absence will be why he didn’t wake up to the alarm he set. God, he hopes he hasn’t missed the meeting already. 

Rather unusually, he feels ridiculously hungry. He rubs absentmindedly at his stomach as he wanders out of the bedroom. It’s actually a nice place, contrary to what his first thought was. Well designed, but also homely. Certainly not just populated by an interior designer, like Max’s home.

Max ignores all the family photos hanging along the wall of the corridor—he doesn’t need to see that shit.  

The corridor deposits him into a wide, open-plan living area, the kitchen tucked away in one corner. One whole wall is a big glass, concertina door, opening onto a balcony and overlooking the Mediterranean. Despite its clear opulence, it’s still cozy and warm, obviously loved. 

None of that is what catches Max’s attention though. What really makes him freeze, eyes widening in panic, is the fucking—shrine to Charles motherfucking Leclerc on one wall. 

Max goes over to it, slowly and in a bit of a daze. 

Jesus Christ. 

He’s hooked up with some deranged Charles Leclerc fan! 

Fuck his life. Why does this shit always happen to him? 

It’s quite the shrine, too, replica helmets and trophies and everything. There are some framed photos that Max sweeps past, barely letting his eyes linger on any of the items on the shelves. 

Fuck, where’s his phone? He needs to get the fuck out of this crazy person’s place. Gemma can just send this bloke the NDA directly to his address, Max absolutely does not need to be caught by this guy when he returns—

Wait.  

Slowly, Max reaches out, poking the mouth of the helmet to make it spin around. 

No. No fucking way. 

Sebastian Vettel’s handwriting stares back at him, words made familiar because of social media. 

You are the most talented driver I came across in 15 years of F1 . . . 

Panicked, Max backtracks desperately searching across the trophies and helmets for a sign that what he’s terrified is true is not actually true. He stops dead at one on the bottom shelf, Charles’ name inscribed on the bottom. 

He remembers this fucking trophy. He’d fumed for weeks about that fact that Charles got it instead of him. They’d only been, what, eight years old? Karting in Belgium somewhere, and Max had laid awake at night for three days after, thinking of the things he’d done wrong, all the ways he could have been better, the amount of times he’d practically given that win to Charles. 

Max had vowed it would be the last time that Leclerc beat him, and even though he hasn’t kept to that as much as he wishes he could have, generally their ratio of wins is enough to keep Max satisfied. 

Still. This trophy, the first one he’d ever lost to another Karter, is etched in his memory. 

With shaking fingers, Max reaches out to touch it, Leclerc’s named engraved in the silver. It’s real. It has to be real. There’s no way even the craziest of fans have such an exact replica of this obscure trophy. 

Jesus Christ. 

He’s hooked up with Charles Leclerc! 

What the fuck did he drink last night? How shit-faced was he? He must have been off his face to look at fucking Charles, the shitty little asshole he’s hated since the moment he met him, and thought, Huh. Yeah, this is a great idea. 

Or—maybe Charles came onto him. 

Weird, but Max can definitely see himself agreeing just to sate the curiosity. Just to find out what he’s like, whether there’s something that the man isn’t good at. And he’s too pretty to be any good at sex, right? So Max might be amenable, if Charles caught him at the right time, just to find out. 

Okay. Okay, well, whatever the case was, Max doesn’t need to hang around. There’s probably no need for an NDA at all, because Charles can’t say anything without risking outing himself in the process. 

So Max can get the fuck out of here before he comes back. 

He just needs to find his fucking phone. 

[kalpeavaris]

Do you have any recommendations for alternative writing programs instead of Google Docs? I wasn't aware of the scraping issue until just now ;;-;;

It honestly depends in what you're expecting from your writing program, do you require a full-blown program you can also sort notes, images, worlds, character sketches and more? Or is a more simplistic text editor sufficient? Every author's different so it honestly comes down to personal preference :D

For simpler programs I can honestly recommend LibreOffice & Apache OpenOffice, they're free as far as I'm concerned (has been a while since I used them) and fullfill the basic needs for a writer.

If you're looking into a more in-depth program I can recommend Scrivener, though that one costs money - around 50-60 bucks, my price was in EUR so not sure how much it'd be in USD. It's really detailed and since my fanfictions/stories usually exceed 100-200 pages each I found myself much more immersed in a very in-depth program meant for bookwriting rather than a basic text editor.

Otherwise Wikipedia has a pretty good comparison of available text editors/programs on hand where you can check which ones offer which features and if they're free or require you to purchase a license: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Comparison_of_text_editors

[unionizedwizard]

American here! My spouse and I make about 60k combined and we're only barely above the "legal" poverty line for our area. We're scraping by. You're completely right - one hospital trip or one missed paycheck and we're done for. It could absolutely be worse, but we are by no means rich. I couldn't access my bank for a few days, and even that was enough to nearly ruin us! My parents make 100k a year and even that is barely getting them by just because of the area they live in.

yeah i see what you mean! (also 60k would be for a one-income household, i believe it is higher for married couples and so on). but we do have a robust social welfare network(IN COMPARISON) and things like very cheap uni tuitions (for public universities), free school, better public transportation etc. honestly i know i am very privileged that i can live on disability support, for instance we have this "long lasting condition" healthcare clause that allows you to not pay any expense relative to said condition (under certain conditions obviously). so like i only pay for the needles for my t shots but not HRT itself for instance, which is a great relief. the most expensive tiers at my local music school is something like, i believe, 300€/year (?) for weekly classes with excellent quality education, my tuition in uni was similarly about (all included) i believe 250€/year? and only because i wasnt aware i could qualify for a scholarship and didnt do the necessary paperwork lol. i think macron raised the prices recently tho. obviously that's if you go to a public university, but then going to public university *is* prestigious here... well in most fields anyway. like i'm. not boasting or making fun of you or anything right i'm just being extremely grateful for what we DO have

[clarafell]

“ what did you do? what the hell did you just do? ” teehee

darker thrilling prompts / accepting / @wolfvirago

In another world, Homura may have flinched at the sound of Robin's angry voice as if her aggressive demands were metal harshly scraping against the ground. To be the target of Robin's anger would strike fear into the hearts of anyone, especially with the wielded sword. Homura, however, stands her ground. The being that Robin gazes upon is no longer the good-for-nothing weakling from eons ago. In her place is an abomination, oozing with a repulsive power that should not exist. The devil takes the stage, casting away the role of a maiden with a still beating heart.

❝ You have also managed to remember? How strange... ❞ She does not bother to answer the questions, more interested in the anger than the question themselves. Homura has come to learn the universe like the back of her hand, but surprises still come to greet her. Having to witness Sayaka Miki's impressive streak of luck to not only summon her witch, but also manage to remember her sinful deed, did surprise her. The blue-haired warrior once called herself the secretary to the Law of Cycles, but everyone knew she will always be the sword to strike down anyone who dared to tamper with her former childhood friend.

Sayaka's ability to remember pieces of the horrifying act of rebellion against the Law of Cycles will always be quite impressive, but it wasn't something Homura wanted to see again. So, all Homura did is force back those memories. She pushed back the mermaid witch until it slept in the darkest depths of Sayaka's mind, forced to sleep. To have a puella magi that can summon forth her witch into battle is useful, Homura notices quite quickly. The closest comparison were the forgotten yet still impressive doppels from that failed timeline. Having witnessed the confident dance between Sayaka and her witch, Homura has found herself inspired...

She has chosen to bring back witches, unable to help herself from experimenting. They may come back as human, a dream plenty of them still longed to grasp in their hands. There is a price for them to walk amongst humans again. It isn't a painful price, not from her perspective. They will simply need to serve her when the time comes. Is that such a hard thing to do?

Robin, however, is lucky to not have been a resurrected witch. She still had the beauty of freedom on her side, able to carve her own path.

Well, not total freedom.

❝ It doesn't matter what I've done, Robin. All I have done is not allow such a perfect opportunity to slip from my fingers again. It has already happened, so there's no need to waste your energy on being so upset... ❞ Like Sayaka, it seems that Robin also has a bone to pick with her. Was overthrowing the Law of Cycles such a big deal for the both of them? Robin didn't even understand the depths of her decision to clip the wings of the Law of Cycles.

It wasn't like Homura was actively destroying the world, but... Robin still glares at her as if she has already brought ruin upon this world with every breath she takes.

Did Robin not look at their surroundings in this garden?

The sun still shines down upon them, bringing warmth and light. The universe is as fine as it can be, is it not? Her magic may spread, yes, but the world continues to spin. Everything is safe. The Incubators don't have their filthy grasps on the Law of Cycles because Homura has taken control, forcefully bringing the old universe to the chopping block in order to make room for her universe. She was once their tool, her darkened soul becoming their defenseless experiment in an endless cycle of torture, but she refuses to let them get closer to anything remotely important.

She will become anyone's enemy in order to stay in control.

❝ You shouldn't remember what happened. Let's fix that, shall we? It's best you accept it, not be as defiant as that brave yet stupid Sayaka Miki. I thought you would understand that fighting something you can't even begin to understand is not the best decision for you to do, especially since you saw what happened to her when she still had the nerve to stand against me. ❞ Weary eyes narrow ever so slightly the moment Robin's still lingering disbelief melts completely into anger, but Homura only continues to stare into her very core with an unflinching gaze.

❝ This is a new beginning, Robin. You will grow to love it here, I'm sure of it. All you need is a little push in the right direction. Enjoy your freedom, Robin... ❞

Or does she have to silence Robin?

[avnnetwork]

Which Are the BEST 4 Proxy Providers in 2024?

Choosing the best proxy provider can significantly impact your online privacy, web scraping efficiency, and overall internet experience. In this review, we examine the top four proxy providers in 2024, focusing on their unique features, strengths, and tools to help you make an informed decision.

Oneproxy.pro: Premium Performance and Security

Oneproxy.pro offers top-tier proxy services with a focus on performance and security. Here’s an in-depth look at Oneproxy.pro:

Key Features:

High-Performance Proxies: Ensures high-speed and low-latency connections, perfect for data-intensive tasks like streaming and web scraping.

Security: Provides strong encryption to protect user data and ensure anonymity.

Comprehensive Support: Offers extensive customer support, including detailed setup guides and troubleshooting.

Flexible Plans: Provides flexible pricing plans to suit different user needs, from individuals to large enterprises.

Pros and Cons:

Pros

High-speed and secure

Excellent customer support

Cons

Premium pricing

Might be overkill for casual users

Oneproxy.pro is ideal for users requiring premium performance and high security.

Proxy5.net: Cost-Effective and Versatile

Proxy5.net is a favorite for its affordability and wide range of proxy options. Here’s a closer look at Proxy5.net:

Key Features:

Affordable Pricing: Known for some of the most cost-effective proxy packages available.

Multiple Proxy Types: Offers shared, private, and rotating proxies to meet various needs.

Global Coverage: Provides a wide range of IP addresses from numerous locations worldwide.

Customer Support: Includes reliable customer support for setup and troubleshooting.

Pros and Cons:

Pros

Budget-friendly

Extensive proxy options

Cons

Shared proxies may be slower

Limited advanced features support

Proxy5.net is an excellent choice for budget-conscious users needing versatile proxy options.

FineProxy.org: High-Speed, Reliable, and Affordable

FineProxy.org is well-regarded for delivering high-quality proxy services since 2011. Here’s why FineProxy.org remains a top pick:

Key Features:

Diverse Proxy Packages: Offers various proxy packages, including US, Europe, and World mix, with high-anonymous IP addresses.

High Speed and Minimal Latency: Provides high-speed data transfer with minimal latency, suitable for fast and stable connections.

Reliability: Guarantees a network uptime of 99.9%, ensuring continuous service availability.

Customer Support: Offers 24/7 technical support to address any issues or queries.

Free Trial: Allows users to test the service with a free trial period before purchasing.

Pricing:

Shared Proxies: 1000 proxies for $50

Private Proxies: $5 per proxy

Pros and Cons:

Pros

Affordable shared proxies

Excellent customer support

Cons

Expensive private proxies

Shared proxies may have fluctuating performance

Shared proxies may have fluctuating performance

FineProxy.org provides a balanced mix of affordability and performance, making it a strong contender for shared proxies.

ProxyElite.Info: Secure and User-Friendly

ProxyElite.Info is known for its high-security proxies and user-friendly interface. Here’s what you need to know about ProxyElite.Info:

Key Features:

High Security: Offers high levels of anonymity and security, suitable for bypassing geo-restrictions and protecting user privacy.

Variety of Proxies: Provides HTTP, HTTPS, and SOCKS proxies.

User-Friendly Interface: Known for its easy setup process and intuitive user dashboard.

Reliable Support: Maintains high service uptime and offers reliable customer support.

Pros and Cons:

Pros

High security

Easy to use

Cons

Can be more expensive

Limited free trial options

ProxyElite.Info is ideal for users who prioritize security and ease of use.

Comparison Table

To help you compare these providers at a glance, here’s a summary table:

Conclusion

Selecting the right proxy provider depends on your specific needs, whether it's speed, security, pricing, or customer support. Oneproxy.pro offers premium performance and security, making it ideal for high-demand users. Proxy5.net is perfect for those looking for cost-effective and versatile proxy solutions. FineProxy.org provides a balanced mix of affordability and performance, especially for shared proxies. ProxyElite.Info excels in security and user-friendliness, making it a great choice for those who prioritize privacy.

These top four proxy services in 2024 have proven to be reliable and effective, catering to a wide range of online requirements.

[aventvrina]

@zorkaya gambled...

The game is over before it reaches the climax, the end is here and the person who stops is none other than the bodyguard herself. The men scatter away, picking up their coats and storming out of the playground of her client. However, it's not what Aventurine wished for, he is a gambler but she doesn't know yet how far he's willing to go. Eyes scan the premise before turning to look at the Stoneheart. "It was dangerous, if you lost they would've pulled out their guns." Her frown is evident as she looks at him. Why is he not glad and letting out a sigh of relief that she stopped an eminent danger? "It was an unnecessary risk, sir. Are you hurt anywhere?"

Aventurine's gloved fingers scrape wood as everything comes to a halt. Since of tender age he has realized that survival takes immolation. Something must always be burnt in order for continuity, be it his family, be it his people, be it his own self. Survival demands it's fuel and sometimes, that's just the price, to have the head beneath the guillotine, extortionate or not, it must be paid. As Jade had so eloquently put it, such is the fate of a gem, to be desired, to be chased, to be cut, to be sold. It's easier to accept it if it has always been decided since the beginning. Even easier if he had carefully crafted it in such a way that the guillotine will always be there, wanting to quickly kiss his neck but never quite falling. He was prepared for this, one could even argue he was born for such a role. So why did it burn so much to have the cycle halt.

He glares. His eyes feel as crystals, clear enough to see intent, sharp enough to feel the unseen cut they make on Zarina's image. It's been nearly a life time since he has felt this livid. It's almost uncharacteristic, the Aventurine image has been curated to such a point that his hoax as Jade's dupe is flawless even in temperament. Yet, his hands tremble, clutched fists over the table that was to be the podium of his grand play. The final act was upon him, he had been so close to the final call only to have it spoiled. And all in the name of what.

Danger?

It was dangerous?

He has to laugh, short and dry, oozing with disbelief.

"Unnecessary risk..." The chair shrieks with him standing, a calm stride, near stalking as he crowds her. An unnerving contrast to his inner rage.

"Unnecessary risk, do you hear yourself?" Where was this concern when he had taken the test. Where had the cold gold wondered when the gun had been fired six times, six empty chambers, six missed chances. The gun ends on his hand as planned. She had been there, she had been witness. She knew of the lengths the stoneheart would go to achieve results.

"Did you forget who you are?" No, that didn't feel quite right. "Did you forget who I am perhaps?"

It was only logical, cause how else was he to explain this other than Zarina forgetting that the gem is to be cut. In that moment he wishes he'd see repent, he wishes his words would crack ice and cold gold would turn molten with regret. It's hard to remind himself of the role. All his careful work wasted, all the exuberant thrill chilled in his veins, whatever satisfaction he might have gained if he won was ripped out before he could even grab it. She had deprived him of it all.

"Look at what you've done. They're all gone." Resentment finally takes over, cooling the fury inside him as he reminds himself of their mission. Diamond wants results regardless of the means, he has to deliver something. Even if that something is sloppy in comparison to what he had forged, it'll have to make do. They can't leave empty handed. The thoughts of a gem are guiding, they're structured, he can fall into this again. He has to forget, momentarily, that his fun was ruined.

The bigger picture demands his attention, even if now it's impossible to ignore the giant stain that covers it.

"You are not to intervene like this again." It comes out petulant but he feels that he's allowed. This is why he tends to work alone, while all chips are worth a miracle, the ones who think themselves as more tend to throw the ball out of the roulette letting it fall to nowhere. He had expected Zarina to behave much as she had when she worked with Jade. Perhaps that had been his mistake, to think that he had perceived her. To think her vow was as empty as the pockets of her jacket had been that day.

He stares at the door which the guys had ran to.

"You wanted orders did you not?" She had made it impossible to ignore her suggestion. So often had she repeated she needed his words, words that would service only him. At first he had found it amusing, to have a shadow at his command can be empowering but it's not Aventurine's style. He had dismissed it, thinking it as nothing but a passing promise that she'd grow bored to repeat. Now however, he could see it for it's true value, and right now the less he saw of her the better.

"Catch them. All of them."

"Bring them back here, our business isn't finished." He takes his seat again, trying hard to ignore the disarray the stage was left in. "They have to forfeit themselves to us."

The mission was far from over.

[david-tennant-sunglasses-id]

Another mini round here! David has been wearing the same yellow OPs for ages now so I'm scraping the barrel a bit. That's fine! Send me photos of David Tennant wearing sunglasses that AREN'T those ones and I'll ID them if I can! Also, if anyone wants links to somehow purchase these I can start adding them to posts. Ok sunnies time

BIldaddy!

Thanks SeraphCrowley on xitter for pointing out that these, too, are Rigards. Because of course they bloody are lmao. This particular style is called "Niteowl", but they're part of a whole line of Rigards collaborations. This particular style runs in the $700+s but the less ridiculous ones of the same style are more like $500.

Here's an uncertainty with my favourite Crowley

Look, I'm relatively sure these are Persols: the bridge is a perfect match AND these are supposedly "women's" sunnies, which goes with the whole femme situation here! BUT! BUT...

something about the shape seems off to be Persols and the other possible option is that they are OLIVER FUCKIN PEOPLES lmao

The Persols are a mere $250ish...I lost the link to the verryyyy similar OPs but they were obviously about double that. The more searching I did on these, the greater lust I developed for them so uh watch out I guess.

EDIT: on further comparison, those are ABSOLUTELY Persols. Here's the meme which shows the temple screws which made me sure:

Ok on to more Crowley lewks!!

Except not exactly!

These are the (exact??) same style that Vincent Price wore in the 1967 "Tomb of Ligea" and I cannot tell if they are dupes or the actual glasses. I'm leaning toward dupes, since the sideshades appear slightly narrower on DT. But!! I would certainly not put it past the production team + David Tennant, Fellow Sunglass Addict to actually find the originals for this scene! He has the sunny disease and it makes us do things!

That's it for nowwwww, I'm gonna start digging to figure out what brands of standard glasses David's worn (because the Prada vibes are just vibes, I has no proof) but that's so much more difficult for obvious reasons so it could be a while 😎

[iwebdatascraping0]

🛒📍 How Does City-Based Grocery Price Scraping from #Walmart & #Instacart Reveal the Cheapest Shopping Option?

With inflation and rising living costs, consumers are more price-sensitive than ever. Retailers and analysts need precise, localized pricing intelligence to understand where customers are getting the best value. That’s where city-based grocery price scraping comes in.

At #iWebDataScraping, we provide real-time data extraction from Walmart and Instacart across major cities—offering deep insights into:

✅ City-to-city grocery price variations

✅ Item-level comparisons on staples, perishables & packaged goods

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[datascraping001]

HomeDepot.com Product Data Extraction

HomeDepot.com Product Data Extraction: Unlocking Insights for E-commerce & Market Analysis. In today’s competitive retail landscape, businesses need accurate and updated product data to stay ahead. Whether you’re an e-commerce store, price comparison website, market researcher, or manufacturer, extracting product data from HomeDepot.com can provide valuable insights for strategic decision-making. DataScrapingServices.com specializes in HomeDepot.com Product Data Extraction, enabling businesses to access real-time product information for price monitoring, competitor analysis, and inventory optimization. 

Why Extract Product Data from HomeDepot.com? 

HomeDepot.com is a leading online marketplace for home improvement products, appliances, furniture, and tools. Manually tracking and updating product information is inefficient and prone to errors. Automated data extraction ensures you have structured, real-time data to make informed business decisions. 

Key Data Fields Extracted from HomeDepot.com 

By scraping HomeDepot.com, we extract a wide range of valuable product details, including: 

- Product Name 

- Product Category 

- Brand Name 

- SKU (Stock Keeping Unit) 

- Product Description 

- Price & Discounts 

- Stock Availability 

- Customer Ratings & Reviews 

- Product Images & URLs 

- Shipping & Delivery Details 

Having access to this structured data allows businesses to analyze trends, optimize pricing strategies, and enhance their product offerings.  

Benefits of HomeDepot.com Product Data Extraction 

1. Competitor Price Monitoring 

Tracking real-time product prices from HomeDepot.com helps businesses adjust their pricing strategies to stay competitive. Retailers can compare prices, identify discount trends, and optimize their pricing models to attract more customers. 

2. E-commerce Product Enrichment 

For e-commerce platforms, high-quality product data is essential for creating detailed and engaging product listings. Extracting accurate descriptions, specifications, and images improves customer experience and conversion rates. 

3. Market & Trend Analysis 

Businesses can analyze product availability, customer ratings, and sales trends to understand consumer preferences. This data helps retailers and manufacturers identify best-selling products, track demand fluctuations, and make informed inventory decisions. 

4. Stock Availability & Inventory Management 

Monitoring stock levels on HomeDepot.com helps businesses avoid supply chain disruptions. Retailers can use this data to anticipate demand, manage stock efficiently, and prevent product shortages or overstocking. 

5. Enhanced Digital Marketing Strategies 

With updated product data, businesses can create effective digital marketing campaigns by targeting the right audience with the right products. Dynamic pricing models and real-time product promotions become easier with automated data extraction. 

6. Data-Driven Decision Making 

From benchmarking product prices to analyzing customer reviews and ratings, extracted data helps businesses optimize their product strategies and improve customer satisfaction. 

Best eCommerce Data Scraping Services Provider

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Conclusion 

Extracting product data from HomeDepot.com is a game-changer for e-commerce businesses, market researchers, and retailers looking to stay competitive, optimize pricing, and improve inventory management. At DataScrapingServices.com, we provide reliable, scalable, and customized data extraction solutions to help businesses make data-driven decisions. 

For HomeDepot.com Product Data Extraction Services, contact info@datascrapingservices.com or visit DataScrapingServices.com today!

[realdataapiservices]

Stay Competitive with Real-Time Price Comparison Data!

In a dynamic eCommerce world, pricing drives customer decisions—and smart businesses stay ahead by leveraging data.

📊 Key Takeaways from the Page: • Access structured, real-time pricing data from leading platforms (Amazon, Walmart, eBay & more). • Monitor competitors’ pricing, discounts, and stock changes. • Make informed decisions with automated price tracking tools. • Scale effortlessly with Real Data API’s high-frequency scraping and easy integration.

🔎 “80% of online shoppers compare prices before making a purchase—are you ready to meet them where they are?”

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[worthwebscraping]

the Benefits of Price comparison scraping

In the era of online shopping, consumers are looking for the best deals and the most competitive prices. With the vast array of e-commerce platforms and marketplaces, manually comparing prices can be time-consuming.

We will now explore the concept of price comparison scraping and how it allows consumers to make informed purchasing decisions.

What is Price Comparison Scraping?

        Scraping for price comparisons is extracting pricing information from numerous online sources, such as e-commerce websites, marketplaces, and merchant platforms. Consumers can compare prices for a particular product fast and effectively by automating the process of getting pricing information from several sources.

Efficient and Time-Saving:

One of the critical advantages of price comparison scraping is its ability to save time and effort for consumers. Instead of manually visiting numerous websites and marketplaces to compare prices, scraping allows users to retrieve real-time pricing data from multiple sources in seconds. This efficiency enables consumers to make well-informed purchasing decisions without the nuisance of manual research.

2. Uncovering the Finest Deals:

Price comparison scraping authorizes consumers to find the best deals. By scraping pricing information from different platforms, users can identify a distinct product's lowest prices, discounts, and promotional offers. It ensures that consumers get the best value for their money and helps them save significantly on their purchases.

3. Product Research and Reviews:

 Price comparison scraping provides pricing information and allows users to access product details, descriptions, and customer reviews. By scraping product pages, consumers can compare features, read reviews. They can assess the all-around quality of a product. This comprehensive information helps in making informed decisions and ensures customer satisfaction.

4. Customization and Alerts:

Some price comparison scraping tools offer customization options and alerts. Users can set specific criteria or preferences, such as desired price thresholds or specific brands. They can receive alerts when the scraped data matches their preferences. This feature lets consumers monitor prices and be notified when a product meets their desired conditions, promoting intelligent purchasing decisions.

5. Price History Analysis:

Price comparison scraping also provides access to historical price data. By examining price trends, consumers can identify patterns, track price fluctuations, and determine the best time to purchase. This analysis helps consumers strategize buying decisions and take advantage of seasonal sales or price drops.

The Bottomline:

Scraping for price comparisons has completely changed how people shop online. Scraping enables customers to make wise purchasing decisions by getting real-time pricing data, comparing costs across several platforms, and finding the best deals. Pricing comparison scraping offers consumers a valuable tool to traverse the broad e-commerce world. It ensures they get the best value for their money by saving time, offering thorough product information, and encouraging pricing research.