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00127am · 3 months

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ASTEROID BLUES is a cowboy-bebop inspired, x afab! reader fic series that revolves around the futuristic misadventures of easygoing bounty hunter, ln yn.

info. wanted posters are not full plot synopsis. for individual fic information, please click on the 'here' underneath each section. sfw fics will be posted on 00127AM, while all nsfw works will be posted on ROCKSTARYUTA.

soundtrack. tank! seatbelts young jesus logic kimidakenotenshi soul scream interlude: past to present nct u

living bounty to bounty, who's your first target?

WANTED DEAD OR ALIVE ──── ✈︎ sfw johnny suh ⌖ space cowboy ― fellow bounty hunter wanted for his ... unorthodox methods. the only problem? he's hunting you too. SESSION I. black dog serenade kim jungwoo ⌖ high roller ― wanted for a number of debts owed to some of the galaxy's most powerful syndicates. try not to get too distracted by that charm of his, or else you'll find yourself toeing the line between professional and personal. SESSION II. gateway shuffle huang guanheng ⌖ bartender ― wanted for the commodification and underground auction of information. secrets traded for a drink. watch your words and your glass. SESSION III. easy come, easy go lee donghyuck ⌖ con artist ― wanted for fraud, embezzlement, and that silver tongue of his that seems to constantly get him into trouble. or save him from it. whatever you do, just don't manage to become his next mark. SESSION IV. see you space cowgirl, someday, somewhere! liu yangyang ⌖ pilot ― wanted for illegal gambling and racing. in his world, the most important thing is staying one step ahead--so don't fall behind. SESSION V. boogie woogie feng shui zhong chenle ⌖ heir ― wanted for his outrageously large fortune tied to his namesake. he's playing a dangerous game in the galaxy's elite circles, so tread carefully, lest you become entangled with his high-stakes world. SESSION VI. honky tonk woman oh sion ⌖ journalist ― wanted for learning something he shouldn't have, wrong place, wrong time. whatever you do, don't underestimate him. after all, you know what they say, the pen is mightier than the sword. SESSION VII. stray dog strut maeda riku ⌖ thief ― wanted for his most audacious heist yet. a heist that involved stealing from the wrong person this time around. a person who wants the phantoms thief's head on a platter. be vigilant, or you might miss him before you even know he's there. SESSION VIII. see you space samurai click here if you have any further information about these fugitives

BOUNTY WORTH ₩2,500,000

WANTED DEAD OR ALIVE ──── ✈︎ ®️ nsfw moon taeil ⌖ ceo ― wanted for the enterprise he has built from the ground-up. it's a shame that the only way to get to him is to become his personal assistant. SESSION IX. you're gonna carry that weight lee taeyong ⌖ hacker ― wanted for the infiltration and theft of millions of megabytes from the 119 conglomerate. he probably knows where you are before you do. ever heard of a digital footprint? SESSION X. cowboy funk nakamoto yuta ⌖ hit man ― wanted for the assassination of the galaxy's most prominent politician. watch your back. in his line of work, you rarely see him until it's too late. SESSION XI. hard luck woman qian kun ⌖ igp officer ― wanted for arresting the son of one of the most notorious cartels in the galaxy. he's not very willing to roll over and be captured, certainly not when he's trying to arrest you. SESSION XII. waltz for venus kim doyoung ⌖ doctor ― wanted for preforming back room operations and illegal modifications. his medical expertise is only second to his ethical ambiguity. try not to lose a limb. SESSION XIII. ganymede elegy xiao dejun ⌖ entertainer ― wanted for his most recent scandal involving a heated affair with the igp chief's wife. one that was destined to end poorly from the start. the world is his stage, avoid getting caught in the spotlight. SESSION XIV. pierrot la fou mark lee ⌖ collector ― wanted for the prized artifact that lies deep within his vault. seems like your employer is willing to do anything to get their hands on it, including sending you to charm your way into stealing it. SESSION XV. brain scratch lee jeno ⌖ informant ― wanted for the dissemination of information regarding neo zone tech. hailed as a whistleblower, he's wanted galaxy-wide. just don't believe everything he says, or you might just find yourself amidst one of his rumors. SESSION XVI. sympathy for the devil click here if you have any further information about these fugitives

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──── ✈ see you space cowboy ...

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rockstaryuta · 3 months

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ASTEROID BLUES is a cowboy-bebop inspired, x afab! reader fic series that revolves around the futuristic misadventures of easygoing bounty hunter, ln yn.

──── ✈︎ asteroid blues ...

soundtrack. tank! seatbelts young jesus logic kimidakenotenshi soul scream interlude: past to present nct u

living bounty to bounty, who's your first target?

BOUNTY WORTH ₩2,500,000

──── ✈ see you space cowboy ...

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oceanlipgloss · 4 months

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11.1.2024

—nsfw (do bless your eyes, your hearts and your minds)

I checked the introductory screen to the final H-scene of Chapter 4, and I think I'm going to dress in drag and do the hula spin like a vinyl. I think I've seen the light, seen a vision. My people, I predict that this H-scene will most ardently come for my ass (edit 1: it didn't come for my ass, it WRECKED it. This was heavenly, this was a pleasure, this was a gift from God. Everyone, I present to you the most unhinged reaction to an H-scene I've ever had so far)

edit 2: the original post got flagged because yours truly loved the CG so much she didn't crop it, so this is a repost. The CG deserved to be seen goddammit I'll never forgive you for this, Tumblr🖕🏼

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intro: HE REALLY? HE WHAT? HUHHHH? HIS TONGUE, PEOPLE THE FUCKING QUOTE, PEOPLE

update I: these past few H-scenes have been especially confusing timeline-wise. For instance, this one began when everyone was at the hospital, even though MC has already been taken away by Leamas. It seemed more logical to me to interpret that it somehow happened before Leamas took MC with him—which still doesn't quite make 100% sense, mind you, because Bimet's H-scene took place then, so...I'm not too sure about this. Then there's how Belial was apparently unwell up until that point, so how could he have managed to do the deed with MC? Then again, perhaps devils heal at a faster pace than humans do, and that would be perfectly sensible because devils are immortal, and since they aren't humans their bodies must have functions and rates that differ than those of human bodies.

update II: oh thank fuck Jjyu isn't here and probably won't be there when it's time to...lend MC a helping dick hand because that would've been a threesome as cursed as this sentence

update III: DOPE. This is how they're going to communicate, now is it? It will be so sensual when the time comes

update IV: so he HAS healed, which I'm guessing means he's going too screw MC into next week, because bro, that CG snippet on the intro screen? It's got 'I will make you scream' written all over it. It gave me the impression that Belial is intense and playful when it comes to sex, which would in turn mean that he's the gentle type that turns mercilessly naughty in bed. Iswtg if that's the case I'm going to screech. I'm on my knees praying I'm right because my God, can you imagine how ruthlessly sexy that would be? Also, Satan and Sitri's enthusiasm to help again is most welcome please, each book your appointment and be MC's guest, and Zagan should do the same it's so cute how they desperately want to do this with her again

update V: aw MC is relieved by the fact that Belial is feeling better. I'm glad, I really love when she worries for them and cares about them

update VI: OH GOD I am going to love this. He's so bold and straightforward and efficient ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) I guess my little 'theory' is going to be on point

update VII: for the love of all that's holy please please I have so much to say already. The way he's caressing her skin? The way he begins by stroking her body only to suddenly stop at a certain spot and write? The way he so confidently asks why she's shivering when he already knows the answer is him? Belial, you're messing with my mind so well right now

update VIII: he likes the boobies lol

update IX: meek and gentle, you say? He's a gentle weapon of mass destruction, that's what he is and don't you think it would've been funny if they had kept Jjyu on his horn? I'm glad they didn't

update X: my God this has BARELY begun and I'm already feeling things because this is criminally sensual God please Belial I think you're going to make it big bigtime in my favourite characters club

update XI: nonononono he's too much he's too good he's too sexy I am NOT dealing well I am NOT fine THIS IS EXACTLY MY CUP OF TEA AND THE TEACUP IS OVERFLOWING DO YOU UNDERSTAND???

update XII: SEND HELP SEND HELP SEND

update XIII: not him writing on her shoulder with his left hand while his right wrecks her. Not them describing his fingers. Not me having a thing for hands. I AM GOING WILD HE'S LITERALLY A NAUGHTY DREAM I TELL YOU

update XIV: good god. Good lord. DEAR GOD. DEAR LORD. The writer(s) must have taken a dip pun intended inside my mind for inspiration for this scene because HOW THE FUCK DOES EVERYTHING ABOUT HIM AND EVERY DAMN THING HE'S DOING MAKE ME TINGLE

update XV: AAAAAAAADNLSKSJSNSJKS HOT DAMN I TOLD YOU, HE'S MISCHIEVIOUS AND HOT AND SEXY AND

update XVI: ignore saucy sassy MC and let us all revere Belial for a moment. In casual times, he's gentle and soft and gives off that aura because that's just how he is, but LOOK at him now. HE IS SHOWING HER NO MERCY. HE IS INTENT ON DESTROYING US ALL. That kind of difference in attitude between default mode and sex mode wrings my guts and tickles my heart into overdrive. MMMMM

update XVII: mercy mercy mercy MERCY this is what I was telling you THIS IS WHAT I WAS SAYING

update XVIII: now this? It deserves a screenshot of its own because. THAT EXPRESSION ON A SEEMINGLY GENTLE MAN. THAT TONGUE. THOSE WORDS BEING WRITTEN ON HER BODY BY THAT SEEMINGLY GENTLE MAN. He wants to hear her fall apart for him and that's it I'm done for and the fact that he himself can't talk makes this touching despite what's going down and how in the name of fuck is she even managing to keep quiet anyways TELL ME???

update XIX: GRAAAAAAAAAAA write as much as you want write AS MUCH AS YOU WANT

update XX: my brain is melting like a blob of ice cream like a scoop of ice cream whatever it is man because it's too hot, it's too hot

update XXI: oh man oh man OH MAN I DON'T EVEN HAVE WORDS ANYMORE BUT IDC IF PEOPLE CALL WHAT HE'S SAYING WEIRD I LIKE IT except the sweat part and someone please explain how she's still being able to focus on what he's writing on her skin at this point unless the writings send signals to her mind and her mind reads them on its own

update XXII: he scares me. He is terrifyingly perfect. He's the whole package. THE WHOLE. FUCKING. PACKAGE. She's skilled at swallowing what though And him complimenting her voice is a stake to the heart, I find it sad but so sweet and heartwarming all at the same time

update XXIII: HOLY MOTHER OF GOD THE CG THE FUCKING CG THE

update XXIV: BRUUUUUUUH this is this is this is so unique and artistic and sensual and the details alluding to how he was feeling while he was writing omfg like 'some words were scribbled in a hurry and other sentences were written clearly and tenaciously' and oh my god I AM FUCKING EATING RIGHT NOW *nitpicks* she did hear Belial talk before though, like when he said Solomon's name on his own, so the 'never heard his voice' doesn't really add up. Yes, she didn't hear his voice as it should have been in its healthy state, but she did somewhat hear him talk

update XXV: I AM LOOKING AT HIM I AM LOOKING (edit 3: I am so salty that I had to crop this. Saltier than salt itself, truth be told) AND WHAT THE FUCK IS HE DOING BEING SO PERFECT AND SENSING HOW SHE'S FEELING LIKE THAT

update XXVI: GODDDDDD GOOD GODDDDD I love how MC is so reactive to him like she's HUNGRY for him and desperate for more even though he's going hella fast already and then him getting turned on even more because she wants him and the fact that she's writing on his body now too I'M AAAAAAAAAAAAAAH

update XXVII: the atmospherical descriptions of how the silence I am once again asking to know how MC is being quiet enhanced the sound of the rustling sheets and...other things? Mhm

update XXVIII: 'moaning in the arms of a man who scribbled ticklish words on you' romantic and carnal come together and yours truly poofs out of existence

update XXIX: MC ik you're hanging on to the remaining crumbs of your sanity by your fingernails but pls don't shout in his ears, that has to be unpleasant like 'I THINK I'M GONNA CUM BELIAL DO YOU COPY'

update XXX: bro he's done with the railing but he's STILL railing this is so hot it's illegal like they're done but he hasn't pulled out dammittttttt I feel bad for the devils though, MC gets to experience the best orgasmic fireworks of her life, but the demons never get to satisfy their own needs even though they enjoy it lol makes me think, it must be heavenly hell for a human woman trying to conceive with a male demon because damn bro that stamina is a monster the stamina's not the only monster

update XXXI: LMFAO THE WAY THEY DESCRIBE IT they make it seem like a happy creature lol they sure have a knack for describing dicks

update XXXII: you mean all THREE of us, Belial. ALL THREE OF US. I also cannot get over how bold and straightforward he is, and the fact that he's often gentle and quiet makes him brutal fr

update XXXIII: the nerve on this man. The NERVE. First he kicks my kneecaps, then he does this

update XXXIV:...ik the sex was mind-shattering, earth-splitting, cum-splatting, but how do you even not notice something like that how can that be possible

update XXXV: excuse me while I go scream like a fucking maniac. He likes this so much he doesn't want to free the girl. What a winner GOD BLESS This was pretty much decided from just before he and MC broke their contract and then when he wiped MC's tears after the broken contract, now even more early on in this H-scene scene, but he very obviously made it to the top ranks in my favourite characters club. With that being said, welcome to the club, Belial lol

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+note: that was an experience. The duality of his character played a number on my heart and mind. And maybe not even duality per se, but more so a secret side he only shows in moments of intimacy. Either way, what an amazing scene. It was artistic and overwhelmingly sensual, yet maintained the perfect balance between intense, gentle, playful and erotic.

I also adored the concept of silence and the slight hint to his discophilia—the silence allowed MC to hear new things and listen to sounds that were embarassingly clear—it was very unique.

And the artistic touch to this! It was so innovative altogether—he couldn't talk, but he let his thoughts and actions glow on her body and speak much too boldly for him instead.

Needless to say, I was obviously losing my marbles and enjoying this a biiit too much. I loved it so much where do I even begin

#whb #what in “hell” is bad #what in hell is bad #whb belial #what in hell is bad diaries

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dragons-and-dwarves-are-nice · 1 year

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To The Shadows that Cry Witch - Masterlist

Hi! Welcome to the fic that started up my writing again! This is my biggest project, so I hope you love it just as much as I do! It's a bit long winded, so I'll try to make it worth the read! Enjoy!

Summary: Magic was real, but it came at a price. So when two girls from Earth ended up in the one place they never thought they could reach, strange things began to happen. Good or bad? That's up to them to find out.

So uhhhhh.. magic’s real. Middle earth’s real. Shit goes down. Bon appetite.

Tags: Kíli x oc/reader - Fíli x oc (POV to be written soon) - Thorin's company x ocs/reader (platonic) - fluff - angst - SUPER slow burn - crack

Warnings: Violence, swearing, graphic descriptions of injuries, character death (anything else I will add)

Taglist - comment or message to be added!

Now available on Wattpad and AO3 (please let me know if links aren't working)

Go back to Tolkien Masterlist

To the Shadows that Cry Witch

Chapters will now be posted monthly between 5-10pm (UK time)!!

Purple text - release dates

Green text - Posted

Extras:

Behind the scenes notes (may or may not post)

Headcanons - Kíli x oc (to be written)

Headcanons - Fíli x oc (to be written)

Playlist - Part 1 (coming soon!)

To the Shadows that Cry Witch - Soundtrack Playlist

The Hobbit - Before it all began

Part 1 - The Journey to Middle Earth:

Prologue

Chapter I - Go on a road trip they said, it’ll be fun they said

Chapter II - I should’ve stayed in bed

Chapter III - Error: Friend not found

Chapter IV - Hey ghouls, the girls are here

Chapter V - Coping mechanisms my ass

Chapter VI - Ironically Alive

Chapter VII - This is why you don't socialise

Chapter VIII - How it feels to chew five gum

Chapter IX - The Teletubbies could never.

Chapter X - DIE. But first, food.

Part 2 - Settling into the Shire:

Chapter XI - Unfortunate Beginnings

Chapter XII - Not much has changed but there's Wi-Fi now

Chapter XIII - Item: Suspicion

Chapter XIV - Thanks, I hate it

Chapter XV - Screaming

Chapter XVI - 'Time for a shopping spree!' They said, unemployed.

Chapter XVII - I am confusion

Chapter XVIII - Into the thick of it.

Chapter XIX - Beautiful new - BLOO - passport.

Chapter XX - Yer a wizard. Sorry, witch.

Chapter XXI - Interesting Concept. Poor Execution.

Chapter XXII -

(To be continued...)

The Hobbit - An Unexpected Journey

Part 3 - O.D.R: Operation Dwarf Rave

Part 4 - The Journey Begins

Part 5 - Rivendell and the Misty Mountains

Part 6 - Deep beneath the surface

The Hobbit - The Desolation of Smaug

Part 7 - Of Bees and Bears

Part 8 - Jailbreak

Part 9 - On Thin Ice

Part 10 - To wake the Beast

The Hobbit - The Battle of the Five Armies

Part 11 - A downed dragon, is a dead dragon

Part 12 - Gold's Parasite

Part 13 - I will have war

Part 14 - The Ravens

Part 15 - Until the sky comes falling down

The Hobbit - The Aftermath

Part 16 - Amrâlimê

Part 17 - The Stones Whisper

Part 18 - A Proclomation

Part 19 - Calling all Witches and Wizards

Part 20 - Till all are one

Part 21 - The Calling

Enjoy! <3

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natalieironside · 12 days

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For the ask game - 24. What’s something you do to de-stress? and 10. What’s something you’re excited for?

24. What's something you do to de-stress?

Been getting really into meditation these days. That's probably a wholly expected answer but like I've always been into hippie spirituality bullshit and I occasionally have pretensions of being some sort of occultist so I've always been "interested in" meditating but all attempts at keeping up a regular practice have met with failure; turns out keeping still and not thinking about stuff is bloody hard work. It seems to be working now, though? Been sleeping better than I have in years.

10. What's something you're excited for?

I've spent the past few months trying to remake the Into China scenario from the Genghis Khan campaign in Age of Kings into something that's, well, good. If I can be perfectly honest, the ES campaigns are for the most part bad and not good and haven't aged particularly well, and beating up on 4 random towns on that little-ass map never did scream "the largest and most advanced empire in the world" to me. Also Xi Xia is present and accounted for but there's another faction right next to them that's just called "Tangut." Who are these Tanguts and why are they different from the rest of Xi Xia? That's bothered me for like 20 years. But I digress.

It's almost done! And I'm v. excited to show it to people and let them play it and junk. I'll post some screenshots as soon as I remember to do so.

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softly-potter · 2 years

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Iniquity | Part III

Summary: Draco's having a hard time coping with the world post-war, and he uses sex and alcohol to get by. It never occurred to him that Hermione might be coping in a similar fashion.

Pairing: Draco X Hermione

Word Count: 17,065

Warning: smut, language

October 4th, 2000

Draco has a hard time focusing when he and Granger work the same shifts. Every time she bends over, he can only picture her bending over for him, face down, curls a-mess.

"Malfoy, can you put these on the top?"

He blinks, clearing his head. She's looking at him in annoyance, a cardboard box filled with textbooks in her hands that she's holding out to him. Her hair is tied in a bun, exposing her neck, the tan skin gleaming slightly from the rays that came through the window.

"Do it yourself," he retorts, but takes the box, and turns on his heel down the hall. He can hear her following him, her foot steps making light taps against the wood panels unlike his heavy ones.

He imagines she's incredibly light to lift.

He places the box on the top shelf, pushing it to the far back and turns back to find Granger is only two paces away, her hands on her hips, lips pressed in a thin line.

"How are you holding up, Malfoy?" she asks, and he's so surprised by the question that he grows silent. She rolls her eyes. "I mean with your parents cutting you off and all. You still...surviving?"

He pales, then notices the rolled up paper in her palm. He steps forward, reaching for it, but she moves her arm away, her face still in the hard appearance. In a fit of rage, he grasps her by the throat, the pads of his fingers pressing into her skin, and she yelps, eyes wide as he uses his other hand to snatch the paper from her grasp.

"Malfoy Estate Down to Two! Lucius Malfoy Removes His Only Son and Heir from His Will."

The headline screams at him and he can feel the blood pulsing in his ears, embarrassment flooding his entire body.

Granger claws at his hand, her fingers circling his wrist. "I take it you didn't know about the article," she says in a low voice, and he yanks his hand away from her, as if he's been burned. To his surprise, she does nothing, just stares at him with her large, sympathetic eyes, and it makes him wish he had squeezed that pretty throat of hers tighter.

"Shut up."

"I'm not trying to upset you, I just wanted to see--"

"See what, Granger?" he barks back, wiping his head back so he's not looking at her and those big do-eyes. "That I'm no longer Daddy's little rich boy? Well, I didn't need him then and I don't need him now. So do me a favor and go fuck yourself."

She doesn't budge. If anything, her expression turns into one of even more pity. He's so frustrated, so alone, and so concupiscent that he lunges for her, grasping her by the shoulders and yanks her to him. He presses his mouth against hers and she gasps, frozen momentarily, until she remembers herself and bites his lower lip. He hisses, yanking back and bringing a hand to his mouth as he looks at her. Her cheeks are warm, eyes glossy, both her hands covering her mouth. Draco looks at his fingertips and when he spots the crimson liquid, he smirks.

"Don't you ever do that again," she whispers, her voice hoarse, shaking her head slowly. "Don't ever touch me again unless I want it. Do you hear me? Never. Again."

She's racing down the hall before he can reply, standing stupidly with his hand against his mouth and the thought of her biting his lip repeating over and over. It's in the moment he decides that he will get her to want him once more.

October 15th, 2000

Granger is late to her shift for the first time in her life, as far as Draco knows. When she does show up, nearly forty-five minutes past her shift, she's pale, and her unruly hair is explosive upon her head. The bags under her eyes are visible and her normally plumped lips are chapped. She's carrying a handful of gift wrap, the tubes proving it cumbersome for her to move, and she hits one on the corner of the counter. It slips from her grasp and she stamps her foot on the floor as she groans in frustration.

"Long night, Granger?" he drawls, and she drops the remaining scrolls on the counter beside the register. Draco bends, grabbing the scrolls and holds it out to her, eyebrow arched.

"Longer than you, Malfoy."

He can feel himself twitch in his trousers.

They spend the rest of their shifts on opposites sides of the shop, Draco at the register and Hermione near the rear. Due to it being Sunday, the shop is relatively empty, and Draco begins to close up by flipping over the "Open" sign to the other side. He whips down the counter top, glancing around for a sight of her bushy hair, and he sighs before yelling, "Granger, let's go. I don't want to be here longer than necessary."

She doesn't respond and he groans in frustration, throwing the rag down before marching to the back. With the store now empty, it's eerily quiet, the sound of his footsteps echoing.

"Granger?" he calls out, glancing around but not spotting her. Shoving his hands in his pocket, he pokes his head down the isles of the bookstore, but to no avail.

He hears a slight creak.

Turning around, he looks around the space and a faint glow emits from beneath the door leading to the ladies restroom, the door slightly ajar.

With an agitated huff he stalks to the bathroom and is about to rapt his knuckles against the door and tell her to hurry up until he hears another noise.

Not a creak this time, but a murmur.

A moan.

He stops dead in his tracks, hand still raised to knock, when another breathy sigh echos from the walls right into his ears. Holding his breath, Draco shifts forward slightly, peaking through the opening in the door with one eye.

His breathing fails him.

Granger is sitting atop the porcelain sink, eyes shut and brows furrowed, her legs spread slightly and her right hand is in between them, moving slightly. Her mouth is in an 'o' shape and the sounds she's making sends the blood straight to his cock. Draco watches in awe as her left hand slowly moves over her breast, massaging the flesh and pinching the hardened nipple through the cotton of her shirt.

He knows he should look away, avert his eyes and leave her be, but he's fantasized about her making those exact sounds for so long, he almost can't bear it. His cock strains in his trousers and he stifles a groan as he watches her drag her hand up to her neck, the fingers playing delicately across her skin, and it takes all the self control he has to not barrel in and take her right there against the sink.

But no. He needs to make her want him.

She lets out a low groan, her legs stiffening, and he's glad she reached that point, that she could make herself reach that pinnacle area of pleasure. She opens her eyes and meets his.

They stare for a moment, her chest heaving and he holds his breath.

Slowly, a grin spreads across her face.

Draco grabs the handle of the knob and slams the door, turning on his heel and rushing out the bookstore. His dick is aching and he bites the inside of his cheek as he fumbles for his wand to Apparate to his apartment.

He comes in his hand to the thought of Granger pleasuring herself on the sink.

#dramione #dramione smut #wizarding world

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raayllum · 2 years

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I’M SORRY THIS TIME IT WAS BOTH → i either fall deeply into love or depression (a rayla pov playlist both during & post-ttm)

i. i’d give you my sunshine, give you my best, but the rain is always gonna come if you’re standing with me ii. and i’m so scared of losing all control, don’t you tell me “it’s better to let go” iii. i’ll lie to you, screaming “i’d die for you,” knowing how hard it'll be to get back where we started iv. i love you enough to let you go v. my anxiety tells me that you’re better off without me vi. maybe it’s the way i was raised or how i’m wired in my brain, but i never seem to be enough for me vii. i’m going through changes but i swear i’m the same, could you show me some mercy if i start to stray? viii. for me to leave out of love for you ix. and i’m sorry for the way i keep calling in my sleep, but i’ve never felt, i never felt you ever got the best of me x. i took the most that you could offer, i’m gonna drag you right down to the bottom xi. and i know i can be pretty mean, but you mean the world to me xii. cause in my head i do everything right xiii. you’re the reason that i’m alive, you’re what i can’t live without xiv. i wish i could run to you, and i hope you know that every time i don’t, i almost do xv. cause i’ve packed my bags in the middle of the night, a thousand times i’ve got up to say goodbye xvi. a debt i’ll never pay, i’m talking to the walls xvii. angels like you can’t fly down here with me, i’m everything they said i would be xviii. one day i’ll be just a memory and you’ll be better, be better off without me xix. beat my heart all black and blue, it still ain’t half as bad as what i put you through xx. ‘cause i have no right to love you when i chose to walk away, i have no right to miss you when i didn’t want to stay xxi. i’ll push you out again, cause when i hate myself enough i hurt the ones i love xxii. i lost myself that night, i threw it all away, those are the things i’ve hated, then i went and caved xxiii. how many times have i left you in the deep? i don’t know why you still believe in me xxiv. made you feel so hard to love, but it was me who wasn’t good enough xxv. i know i did all the shitty things to you i said i never ever would xxvi. will it burn if i always leave behind what i love so it can’t say goodbye? xxvii. between cities of people who don’t know me, do i even know myself? xxviii. i’m addicted to the madness, i’m a daughter of the sadness, i’ve been here too many times before xxix. it’s a hellish lie, i’m ashamed of all i’ve done, now i’m terrified of the price that is to pay xxx. if i woke up with you in the morning, i’d forget all the ways that we’re broken, i don’t care if you’ve changed, i don’t even have to stay xxxi. swear i’m different than before, i won’t hurt you anymore, ‘cause you were good to me xxxii. thought i could do this on my own, i’ve lost so much along the way, then i’ll see your face, and know i’m finally yours, i find everything i thought i lost before

AND I KNOW I DON’T BELONG HERE WITHOUT YOU → and i don’t know where you are (a rallum pov playlist both during & post-ttm)

i. something happened when you were a kid, i didn’t know you then and i’ll never understand why it feels like i did ii. was there something i could’ve said to make it all start hurting? it kills me how your mind can make you feel so worthless iii. you told me you loved me, so why did you go away? iv. jamie’s got secrets he doesn’t confide, and i’m still hurting v. i hope you know as i wait, i suffocate vi. i almost died the day i lost you, i’ll keep breathing vii. i would’ve walked through hell to find another way, i would’ve laid to me down if i knew that you would stay viii. all i wanted was you ix. and i don’t know when i’ll see you again, i miss you when i least expect it x. yeah i know, one day i’ll have to let it all go, but i keep it just in case xi. come on, don’t leave me like this, i thought i had you figured out xii. tell myself i’m alright, baby, you’re just harder to see than most xiii. keep my soul if you want it, hold my hand, stop wasting it all xiv. i’m scared you’ll leave me in the ground xv. gave you too much but it wasn’t enough, but i’ll be alright, it’s just a thousand cuts xvi. flaked on me back in august, and if i’m honest, you’ve gotten harder to figure out xvii. but maybe that’s kinda the problem, cause i still think it was up to me, when i never could’ve made you stay xviii. when shit don’t go your way, you needed me to fix it, and like me, i did xiv. but you don’t know what it’s like to lose you, cause i only lose my mind when i ain’t got you xx. i might seem bitter, it’s cause i love you xxi. small town boy in a big arcade, i got addicted to a losing game xxii. if you could go back knowing what you know now, what would you do? xxiii. 'cause my world keeps turnin', and turnin', and turnin', and i'm not movin' on xxiv. you can leave me if you wish, my love, but i’m not going anywhere xxv. call me if you need a friend, or never talk to me again, but please stay xxvi. if i could just see you, everything would be alright xxvii. wipe all my tears as i stop in the rain, where do i go from here? xxviii. no power on earth, if i can’t love her xxix. i know i’ll see you on the other side xxx. you’re where i wanna go, the part of me that’s you will never die xxxi. what if you believed me and you were mine? what if we could make it all our lives? xxxii. if there’s no one else beside you when your soul embarks, i will follow you into the dark

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tifiwodebov · 2 years

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in our time: The 1924 Text , Objectives, 1. To recognize textual compression in prose. 2. Identify examples of Hemingway's "iceberg" method of writing. 3.Recognize Hemingway's blurring of explicit and imicitplmeaning . 4. Chapter V, In Our Time — Ernest Hemingway. Posted on August 12, 2012 by Biblioklept. They shot the six cabinet ministers at half-past six in the morning against the wall of a hospital. There were pools of water in the courtyard. There were wet dead leaves on the paving of the courtyard. HEMINGWAY IN OUR TIME EARL ROVIT In the popular mind Ernest Hemingway has long been associated with bulls?both as our taurine expert and leading aficionado, and as the oft-regarded antiintellectual macho in the aesthetic china shop. For Charles Scribner's Sons notwithstanding, he has ever been the reliable cash cow. Bearing up-to-date 1995 copyrights in the Scribner Paperback Fiction Editions Title: In Our Time Ernest Hemingway Author: hex.arista.com-2022-09-25T00:00:00+00:01 Subject: In Our Time Ernest Hemingway Keywords: in, our, time, ernest, hemingway Ernest Hemingway In Our Time 1925 Edition. Another AS Hypertext. Table of Contents Note. I. Indian Camp. II. The Doctor and the Doctor's Wife. III. The End of Something. IV. The Three Day Blow. V. The Battler. VI. A Very Short Story. VII. Soldier's Home. VIII. The Revolutionist. IX. Mr. and Mrs. Elliot. X. Cat in the Rain. XI. Out of Season. XII. Cross Country Snow. XIII. My Old Man. XIV. Big In#Our#Time# # By#Ernest#Hemingway# # 1925# # # f On the Quai at Smyrna THE STRANGE THING WAS, HE SAID, HOW they screamed every night at midnight. I do not know why they screamed at that time. We were in the harbor and they were all on the pier and at midnight they started screaming. We used to turn the searchlight on them to quiet them. In Hemingway's revisions to in our time "Ag" becomes renamed as "Luz" to further distance the work from its autobio-graphical origins. The "iceberg" that sits behind the text, the majority of its mass that is missed by an observer who sees only above the waterline, informs how we read. If the reader learns to respond to the missing descriptions in "chapter 10," such as the

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* ⊰ @sevnthson / dumitri ⊱ 𝔭𝔩𝔬𝔱𝔱𝔢𝔡 𝔰𝔱𝔞𝔯𝔱𝔢𝔯 .

❝ do you know what you do ? ❞ lucy likes it when he’s sitting , it means that she is the one who needs to bend at the waist to look him in the eye . and those eyes , when the light hits them just right they glow like twin harvest moons .

she smiles at him , putting a hand to his jaw and tilting his head up . lucy leaves rouge on his lips when she kisses him . ❝ you make me feel . i like that . ❞

#sevnthson #* xi . ⊰ 𝑓𝑒𝑎𝑟 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑔𝑢𝑖𝑙𝑡 𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑠𝑖𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑠 . ⊱ v 4 . post - canon . unlife .#screams

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For anyone curious to how the writing for my Tommy adopts Trent Dino Thunder AU is going, I have quite a bit plotted out and I’m hoping to sit down and get it written over the summer to post early/late fall this year. Rough outline and half formed plot below, long post warning!!

Plot Outline::

Prequel:

I.) Anton and Tommy have a fight about their experiments after the death of their friend “Smitty”

II.) Anton is working on an experiment when the power goes out at the lab. On a hunch he heads towards the lab containing Tommy’s and his latest experiment.

III.) Trent is chased by Tryannadrones through the compound.

IV.) Anton makes it to Tommy’s lab to see the meteorite he and Tommy had been testing cracked open. Anton checks the meteorite over and hisses when he sees the residue from the dino gems. With a yell he transforms into Mesogog and slams his hand against the meteorite, snatches a black glowing gem, and leaves the lab.

V.) Tommy looks up from where he’s running down a darkened corridor when he hears the angered howl. He curses and rounds a corner only to run into Trent. Trent seems terrified and is telling Tommy about the creature chasing him. Tommy asks what he means but from down the hall Tommy sees the Tyrannodrones. He quickly pulls Trent behind him and slowly holds his hand out, trying to command the Tyrannodrones to stand-down but they attack, forcing Tommy to attack.

VI.) As the last Tyrannodrone falls, Tommy and Trent start down the hall only to stop when Mesogog rounds the corner, a loud explosion sounds off somewhere in the distance that causes the building to shake.

VII.) Tommy and Trent are running through the building dodging tyrannodrones and frightened workers that are rushing to escape the explosions.

VIII.) They make it out of the building, Trent pulls on Tommy’s arm and asks about his dad, telling him that he was in his lab when everything started to get weird. Tommy hesitates and promises once he gets Trent to safety that he’ll go back for Anton. Trent refuses as another explosion booms in the distance and the main portion of the building crumbles. Tommy seems to think it over, weighing his options and Trent whispers terrified he lost his real mom and dad and he can’t lose Anton too. Before Tommy can make a decision the Tyrannodrones and Mesogog appear to surround them. Mesogog demands the gems that Tommy stole from the meteorite.

IX.) Tommy puts his hand in his pocket and grips the gems, he knows what’ll happen if he gives the gems up.

X.) Trent watches as the whole of the building explodes with another boom, the ground shaking forcibly, knocking the group to their knees. He screams terrified, watching what’s left of the building burn as debris rains down on them. Trent screams for his dad and tries to run towards the burning ruins but is stopped by Tommy grabbing his arm. Tommy promises he’ll do everything he can to save Anton to which Mesgog laughs Such pretty words you spout, Ranger. Even when they are nothing more than falsities. Tommy narrows his eyes when Mesgog calls him Ranger.

XI.) Tommy makes his decision and reaches into his other pocket and grabs a fistfull of coins. He tells Mesogog if he wants them so bad to go fetch. He chucks the coins off to the left before pulling Trent with him and taking off towards the coast. He can hear Mesogog shout for the Tyrannodrones to fetch the coins.

XII.) Trent and Tommy dodge more debris from an explosion off to their right and duck under some brush just as a Tyrannodrone pops out in front of them and punches Tommy in the chest. Tommy makes quick work of the Tyrannodrone and forces them to run quicker. Trent is huffing and puffing, trying his best but his legs are getting tired and trips sending him and Tommy to the ground. Tommy carries Trent piggyback and the two continue to the coast.

XIII.) Tommy breaks the tree line and heads towards the cliff just as Mesogog and the Tyrannodrones appear Mesogog tells him that there’s nowhere to go. Tommy asks Trent if he trusts him, Trent hesitates but says yes. Tommy takes a deep breath and a step back like he’s going to jump when the loudest explosion of all detonates behind Mesogo and the Tyrannodrones forcing them forward and Tommy and Trent off the cliff.

XIV.) Tommy hits the water hard and blacks out for just a moment, when he flounders to the surface he sees Trent floating not too far from him he swims over and breathes a sigh of relief when the kid is still alive, just badly bruised. Tommy looks up at the cliff to see smoke rolling in the distance and the lands starting to crumble around him. He pulls Trent close to him and closes his eyes in defeat.

Aftermath::

I.) Trent wakes to see Anton over him, whispering how brave he’d been but that he misses him dearly but he needs to stay with Tommy now, Tommy will protect him from the things he can’t Trent tries to grab onto his dad but pain spikes through his head and he slips back into unconsciousness.

II.) Tommy is with Hailey in the little garden annex at the hospital asking for advice. It’s been two days Trent is still out of it, the island where the lab was is completely gone - vanished and the coast guard can’t find any evidence of the island ever having existed in the first place. Anton is listed as missing and apparently has no next of kin to take care of Trent and then there’s Mesogog. Hailey asks if he thinks Mesogog survived the explosion. Tommy doesn’t think anything could have survived the explosions but knows better than to have such high hopes. Hailey asks what he plans to do and Tommy says he doesn’t know.

III.) Tommy makes his way back towards the hospital when he swears he sees Anton walking towards the lobby. He shouts for Anton and the man looks up for just a second before disappearing out the main doors.

IV.) Tommy gives chase, following what he believes to be Anton but when he rounds the alley across the street from the hospital he’s greeted with three Tyrannodrones. Tommy tries to get the Tyrannodrones once more to stand down but ends up having to defeat them. He looks around trying to find any sign of Anton or Mesogog but sees nothing.

V.) The next day a social worker is in Trents room talking to Tommy, Apparently with Anton missing and presumed dead, Anton had stated Tommy would be granted custody of Trent in the event of his demise or disappearance. Tommy’s flabbergasted, he asked when this occurred, apparently Anton had made the directive last year after they had discovered the meteorite. The social worker said that if he doesn’t want custody then Trent would be placed into the system.

VI.) Tommy looks at Trent, who peeks up through his bangs hopeful. Tommy doesn’t want that for Trent, the kid has been through enough but with his life Tommy isn’t sure he could provide the stability Trent needs either.

VII.) Tommy and Hailey talk that night about everything. Hailey asks how he’s doing. Tommy isn’t sure, he doesn’t think he’s father material. Hailey disagrees he’s faced down dozens of crazy villains led multiple ranger teams fatherhood is just his next adventure. Besides, didn't he say the Tyrannodrones were camping outside the hospital. Was it possible that they were targeting Trent and if so who better to protect the kid then a ranger? Tommy sighs. He knows he’s going to take Trent in, knew the minute that the social worker said anything, he’s just not sure how this going to go.

VIII.) Trent is released the next day and Tommy brings him to his home. Trent is quiet and withdrawn. Tommy tries to talk to the kid but Trent just hides in the guest room.

IX.) The next day Tommy tries to bring Trent out of his room for breakfast but Trent says he still doesn’t feel good. Tommy just nods and heads back to the kitchen where Hailey is sipping coffee. Hailey says maybe Trent would do with someone who understands his situation. Tommy looks at her, Hailey rolls her eyes and says YOU, you idiot. She says that it might help pull Trent from his grief if he knows he’s not alone. That night Tommy tries to let Trent know that though their circumstances are different Tommy understood and that when he was ready to talk, he’d be there to listen.

X.) Trent waits till Tommy goes to bed that night and sneaks out, he hitchhikes to the beach where Tommy and he were rescued. While on the beach he finds the white dino gem, he picks it up, wide eyed. There’s a sort of static-y feeling that washes over him as he grips the rock tight. A woman’s voice resounds from behind him Trent turns to see a black haired woman wearing dark makeup standing not far from him. She snaps her fingers and Tyrannodrones appear from seemingly nowhere. She tells him to not make things hard and just come with them. Trent turns and runs, tripping and kicking up sand in his haste to get away.

XI.) Tommy wakes in the middle of the night to the phone in his house ringing. He answers it to hear Trent’s scared voice telling him someone is chasing him and he doesn’t know what to do. Tommy tries to get a location out of him but the phone call ends with a woman saying there you are and Trent shouting in pain.

XII.) Tommy is on his cell phone with Hailey, the two of them working to find Trent. Hailey said she’s picking up some weird energy fluctuations down by the beach. Tommy drives as quickly as possible to the beach, mind working overtime on what the heck is going on. He turns onto the boardwalk only to slam into a Tyrannodrone with his car. Tommy hops out looking around to see Trent being held by a woman, he makes a move forward the same time Trent bites the hand of the person holding him and stomps on her foot, forcing her to let him go. Tommy shouts for Trent and the woman turns.

XIII.) Elsa (the woman with Trent) narrows her eyes and snaps her fingers, sending the Tyrannodrones to attack Tommy while she turns back to Trent. Tommy sighs and makes quick work of the lackeys and then heads towards Trent, only to see something white flash between Trent and the unknown woman. He shouts for Trent as the two are blasted apart from each other, Trent hitting the boardwalk railing and Elsa slamming into a booth.

XIV.) Tommy checks on Trent and turns as Elsa gets up fist clenched with a smile on her face. She says while not the turnout she was hoping for still an amazing outcome and then disappears. Tommy turns to check on Trent who is coming around with a groan as the sun starts to peak over the horizon.

XVI.) Later that morning Tommy is at home with Trent talking about everything and Trent asks Tommy if he can learn to fight like him. Tommy is hesitant but says yes, asking why. Trent says the lady that was chasing him said that Mesogog was the reason for his fathers passing. He wants to be ready in case Mesogog or that lady come back. Tommy asks what Elsa even wanted, Trent says she wanted him to go with her but that she was more interested in the white rock he’d found. Tommy blinks and thinks back to the gems he has in his safe down in the basement. He promises Trent he’ll protect him. Trent says he wants to be able to protect himself and those he cares about.

Forever Red::

I.) It’s been two years since the island exploded and Tommy and Trent are on vacation in Angel Grove after Trent begged to hear more about the history of the Power Rangers. Tommy is showing him the old Juice Bar that is now a Coffee Bistro and Internet Cafe owned by Bulk and Skull ( who are currently trying to one up one another with Trent on their Ranger dealings) when something makes a sound from inside his wallet in his pocket. Tommy looks surprised and quickly pulls out what appears to be a small and worn looking watch. Tommy looks around before turning to Bulk and Skull. He tells them to keep an eye on Trent, who groans in annoyance.

II.) Tommy locks the bathroom door to the coffee shop and pulls his communicator out. It’s Andros who sounds perturbed. He tells Tommy they need to meet somewhere safe and quickly. It’s about Serpentera. Tommy runs his hands over his face and sighs. He tells Andros to meet him in Angel Grove at the Sozo Coffee shop. Andros says he’ll be there in 30.

III.) Tommy quickly has Bulk and Skull clear out the coffee shop, closing the store for the rest of the afternoon. Andros arrives with video proof of his concerns. He tells Tommy about how he’d been worried about the fall of the machine empire. He’d been tailing Venjix for quite a few years worried they might be trying to rebuild their empire but he couldn’t get the proof he needed. He tells Tommy Venjix found Serpentera and is working on resurrecting the Zord to what end he can only guess. Tommy asks Andros if he’s told anyone else about this. Andros says he sent a call out to Carter but he hasn’t heard back yet. Tommy says try again and gather everyone else. He has a few calls of his own to make.

IV.) The next day sees Trent with Bulk and Skull sitting at the “kids table” while Tommy is on the phone sounding tense and just this side of aggravated. Trent watches him with a curious gaze before turning back to Bulk and Skull with a questioning look. Bulk explains that Tommy and Jason– the person he’s on the phone with– had a falling out of sorts after their time as rangers. Trent hums and watches as Tommy growls and hangs the phone up, he asks if somethings wrong and Tommy just sighs.

V.) Andros arrives later that day with Leo in tow saying that Carter is heading out to retrieve Cole – the newest red ranger – and Wes and Eric. T.J is en route and Aurico has yet to return his communication. Tommy says he’s had some trouble on his end but at least NASADA has agreed to loan them the air space they need without any trouble. Andros explains that time is of the essence and that they need a plan because waiting for the defensive is not an option. Tommy agress.

VI.) .....To be added

Shattered Grid Interlude::

I.) Tommy is watching Trent compete in his first Taekwondo tournament in Fresno, he’s giving Trent a pep talk before his fight when a woman across the convention center catches Tommy’s eye. Trent asks if Tommy is okay after turning to look over the center floor but sees nothing. Tommy assures Trent it’s fine and wishes him well when the announcer calls for both fighters to the floor.

II.) Tommy feels weird but cheers Trent on when he feels strange eyes on him again he turns to see the strange woman eyeing him again but ignores it and jumps for joy when Trent wins. Trent (13 years old) runs over and hugs Tommy excitedly boasting about his big win. Tommy looks out to where he feels the strange feeling and sees a flash of pink in the crowd.

III.) Later that night Tommy wakes to the sound of the floor boards creaking. He gets up and sneaks his way through the house to see the shadow of someone walking across the living area to his office. Trent sneaks up behind him and scares Tommy. Tommy tells Trent to go hide in lair but Trent just rolls his eyes and hangs close.

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css1992 · 3 years

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Guilty Pleasure

[Porn AU]

Summary: Peter and Beck used to be a power couple in the porn industry, but after Beck dumps him, Peter is forced to start over. With no money, no family and nowhere to go, he doesn’t have much choice other than to keep doing porn, so he joins Just4Fans to get back on his feet and then one day he gets a very generous tip from someone under the username of YKWIM.

All the warnings listed on Part I apply.

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Part I / Part II / Part III / Part IV / Part V / Part VI / Part VII / Part VIII / Part IX / Part X / Part XI / Epilogue

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Almost three months into his new life, Peter was finally able to establish a routine that worked for him. He woke up around nine in the morning, tried to get some sort of exercise done, usually yoga or a jog around the block, then he had breakfast by himself, because both Ned and MJ had class or work before he was even up. After that, he made sure to post something on Just4fans, so people could see it throughout the day, and answered private messages and comments from the night before. Lastly, he headed to his newly created Twitter account to promote the new content and to interact with people there as well – it was a great way to get new subscribers.

That usually took up most of his morning, then he went downstairs to Ned and MJ’s apartment for lunch. He usually ate with at least one of them, except for Mondays and Wednesdays, when neither was home, but even then he ate at their place since he didn’t own any kitchen appliances yet – it was on the priority list, but not that high up, he liked having an excuse to visit his friends every day.

Later, he headed back upstairs and, depending on the day, he would take new pictures and videos or edit the ones he took the day before. Finally, at night, he posted more content on his Just4fans and chatted with his subscribers until it was time for bed.

In the last week of April, on one of his morning jogs, he noticed that just a few blocks away from his building there was a charity called the Bright Future Foundation. He thought the name sounded familiar, but try as he may, he couldn’t remember where he had heard of them. It was only after running past it a few times that it clicked – Mr. Harrington, his science teacher, told Peter to look it up.

The Bright Future Foundation helped kids who aged out of foster care get their lives together. They offered support in the form of scholarships and grants, academic and personal mentoring, and help with internships and employment readiness skills. That was what their website said, as Peter vaguely remembered from his high school years, when he still planned on going to college.

He went inside one day, not really sure why, and when the front desk lady asked how she could help him he just stood there for a few minutes, silent and nervous. She asked if he wanted to learn about their programs, but he shook his head, sticking his hands in his pockets. The woman waited patiently, a motherly smile on her face, until Peter asked if they needed any help.

And that was how volunteering at BFF became a part of his new routine – every Thursday from nine to five, starting in the first week of May. Since it was just a few blocks away from his place, he could walk there instead of taking the subway.

He liked his new routine, it was tiring but it didn’t leave a lot of time for overthinking or ruminating on the past. He never felt lonely because Ned and MJ were always around and he actually made a few friends among his subscribers, which was nice.

For the first time in a while, Peter was feeling happy. And it wasn’t an elaborate, fragile sort of happiness, where things needed to be in perfect place for the feeling to be felt, no. It was the simplest kind of happiness: he had friends, a job, a place to crash and everything was fine. Nothing was perfect, but it was fine.

A few days after he sent Tony the lingerie pictures, he decided to send him the video. He was a little insecure about it, it was 13 minutes long after editing and Peter had really lost it for a minute there, one could clearly tell. He was gone for most of the video, a moaning mess, tears gathering at the corners of his eyes, begging for something – someone – that wasn’t even there. It either looked ridiculous or fucking hot depending on the person watching, and even though he was pretty sure Tony would not think it was ridiculous, he still worried just a little, but he sent it anyway. It was still early in the day when he did, some time around noon, and he didn’t expect him to answer any time soon, so went on with his day.

Tony messaged him around 2AM, as usual, but there was no text, just three videos in the chat. In the first one, it looked like he was wearing a suit, he could see the dress pants pulled down and the white shirt pulled up as Tony jacked off for thirty seconds before he came all over his hand. It looked like he was in a bathroom stall, sitting on a toilet, and Peter bit his lower lip, wondering if he was at work when the video was taken.

The second video was similar to the first, but it looked like he was in a garage or something like that – probably the workshop he always talked about –, Peter could see a black shirt bunched up around his waist and sweatpants around his thighs.

Last but not least there was a video of him completely naked, lying in bed, and the video was shot from Tony’s point of view, like he was holding his cell phone close to his face, looking down, instead of propping it up in front of him like he usually did.

They were all incredible and delicious and got Peter rock hard in a second. The boy got comfortable on the bed, lay on his back, took off his pajama bottoms and sighed when his cock sprung free, shivering a little when the chilly night air touched his heated skin. He planted his feet on the mattress and spread his legs, but didn’t do more than that yet.

“That good?” He messaged Tony, cheekily, and the older man started typing right away.

“This is the best thing that’s ever happened to me in my whole entire life and I’m 48, so yeah. That good.”

Hm, forty-eight. So Peter wasn’t wrong in his assumption. He bit his lower lip, a rush of excitement running through his veins. Tony was so much older, almost thirty years his senior. Peter supposed he must be really experienced. He wondered if he usually hooked up with younger men or if in real life he only dated women – it wouldn’t be a shock – but most of all, he wondered what he looked like. Maybe he dyed his hair, but if he didn’t, it was probably mostly gray and fuck Peter if he didn’t have a thing for that.

“I couldn’t stop thinking about it. You broke me. I was in the middle of a meeting when you sent that video, I had to excuse myself to go to the bathroom to watch it. What have you done to me, witch?” Peter wanted to laugh, but it got stuck in the back of his throat with a moan when he slid a hand to his lower abdomen and his cock stood to attention.

“I don’t know about that, but your videos sure got me horny as fuck.” He rolled his hips a little, humping the air, and finally gave in to himself, holding his cock in one hand and the cellphone in the other.

“Is that so?” He could almost hear his voice through the phone – soft, but powerful. He always imagined Tony would sound like that if they ever talked face to face.

“Yes, daddy” And that would always be his default answer to anything he might ask with that voice. He closed his eyes for a second, quickening the pace of his strokes just a little, when his phone beeped again.

“Are you touching yourself right now?”

“Yes, daddy” Peter shivered, imagining Tony’s reaction to that revelation.

“Can I hear you, baby boy?”

He didn’t even hesitate, he started recording a voice message and moaned into the phone, thrusting his hips against his fist as he quietly begged for Tony’s cock, his fingers, his mouth, anything, he just wanted the man to be there taking care of him, making him cum, that was all he wanted, and he wanted it so badly.

He came in just a few seconds and hit send on the voice message before he could overthink it. As he lay there, breathless, staring at the ceiling and trying to gather his strength, he fantasized about Tony listening to it. He smiled to himself, like an idiot, then his cellphone beeped, bringing him back to reality.

“You’re gonna drive me mad, you know that? I’m actually going insane and it’s all your fault. Also, my dick is gonna fall off and that’s on you, too.” Peter had the presence of mind to laugh at the message, but it took him a few seconds to gather enough energy to write back to him.

“That’s a serious accusation, Tony, I’m gonna need all the evidence I can get, so every time you touch yourself thinking of me, make sure to send me proof, ok?”

“Oh, you don’t know what you just got yourself into.” Again, Peter could only laugh, because judging by the amount of videos Tony sent him that day, he really was in for a treat.

Days later, on Friday, Peter got up early to go for his usual jog around the block. He was a little tired from the day before, still adjusting to his new routine at BFF – it was his third week there and they were starting to realize that Peter was a quick learner and very eager to help, so they took advantage of that, which was fine with him, he was thrilled to be able to help somehow.

So after a quick, half-assed jog around the block, he went back home, showered and decided to take the rest of the pictures Tony asked for. The man was still going nuts over the video, he wouldn’t stop talking about it and every day there was a video of him finishing himself off in their chat and Peter could hear his own voice in the background, screaming Tony’s name.

It was both embarrassing as fuck and hot as hell, so the younger man also spent a lot of those last few days in the shower trying to cool down, but Tony was not making it easier.

As much fun as that was, he was curious to see how Tony would react to the new pictures. He realized that would be the first time the older man would see him with clothes on, which sounded ridiculous, but it was true. He didn’t have many pictures on Instagram, but most of them were selfies and there were just a few where it was possible to see maybe a hint of a shirt, but that was it.

So he took the outfit he and MJ picked out and winced, remembering how much it cost, but at least he picked out clothes he might wear some day – if he had a meeting with the queen of England, for example. He put on the light gray suit by Hugo Boss, with a pink shirt with big, white dots by Levi’s Vintage underneath, black dress shoes by Brunello Cucinelli and a Gucci watch he was able to find on sale for half the original price. The whole outfit was worth around five thousand dollars, and was definitely the most money he had ever spent on – well, anything.

He checked himself in the mirror and snorted a little, he sure looked like a spoiled brat, which was probably what Tony meant by “expensive and beautiful”, so that was fine. He styled his hair so it looked effortlessly tousled, but not too much, and set his camera to take the pictures by the living room window.

He took a few pictures on the windowsill, some other leaning against the glass with his hands in his pockets, a few others looking out the window. He posed on his armchair, too, which was the only piece of furniture he had in his living room at the moment and he wished he had a decent dining table so he could pose like he was on a date with the camera, but he supposed those would do.

Once he was satisfied with what he got, he took off the clothes, put them away and went downstairs to have lunch with Ned and MJ. For the first time since he moved in with them, they both had Friday afternoon off, so they spent it together, eating junk food, watching bad TV series and playing really old tabletop games Ned had brought with him when he moved from his parents’ house.

In between a game of Monopoly and Scrabble, Peter pulled his phone out to check his messages, and was surprised to find one from Tony, sent just a few minutes earlier. He checked the time and noticed he must still be at work, so he opened it, assuming it couldn’t be anything too sexual.

“Hey, are you feeling better today? Just checking in.”

Peter frowned for a second, but a quick look at their earlier messages reminded him that he was feeling a little under the weather the day before and he’d told Tony that before he went to bed.

“Hi, Tony! I’m all better now, thanks for asking. I guess it was just allergies or something.”

He didn’t expect Tony to answer right away, but as soon as his message was sent, he started typing.

“That’s good to hear, but you need to be a little more careful with your health, kitten. Just yesterday you said you had an apple for lunch. At 4PM.”

“You’re one to talk.” Peter snorted. They always berated each other for poor eating habits. Peter was a 20 year-old bachelor living by himself and sharing meals with his equally young and dumb friends, so pizza was on the menu more often than not; Tony was a forty-eight year-old businessman with too little time to care. “Did you even eat today?”

“Don’t try to turn this around, this isn’t about me.” Peter rolled his eyes and smiled to himself. “Did you do anything fun today?”

“I took some pictures for you, it was quite fun.” He knew the mention of new pictures would get him interested in a minute.

“Don’t play with my heart, kid. When can I see them?”

“I don’t know...” He teased just a little, because he knew Tony wasn’t above begging and it was fun to watch.

“Don’t be mean to daddy, come on. He’s always so good to you.” Peter smiled, because, yeah. He was.

“I’ll send them tonight, I promise.” He decided, since they would have more time to talk then, if he sent the pictures earlier, Tony would still be at work and Peter would still be at his friends’.

“Good boy.”

“You know I am.”

“What are you smiling about? Who are you talking to?” Ned looked suspiciously at him, so he quickly put the phone down and shook his head with a nervous smile.

“Just a subscriber with a bad one-liner.”

MJ looked at him like she knew a secret, but Ned just shrugged and finished setting up the game. They ended up calling it a draw and ordering pizza afterwards, but Peter went back home early because both Ned and MJ had work the next morning.

Once he got upstairs, he went to edit Tony’s pictures and since it was still a little early to send them, he decided to check his twitter DMs. He didn’t read them very often, he already had his plate full with JustForFans, but every once in a while he checked them and answered as many as he could. Most of the messages were dick pics anyway, he just ignored those. Some others were people being nosy and asking way too personal questions, or worse, asking about Beck. He learned how to talk his way around those, but one message in particular stood out and really got to him.

“I’m so glad you’re doing okay, honey! The way Beck is with his new boy now makes me wonder if he ever even loved you. He sure moved on quickly. You’re better off without him anyway, I always liked you better.”

That sort of comment wasn’t exactly unusual, but that second part caught him a little off guard. Makes me wonder if he ever even loved you. It just – why would she say that? The way Beck is with his new boy. What way, exactly? What could he possibly be doing that made that person assume Beck never even loved him? People thought they were perfect together, they said it all the time, so much so that Peter himself was almost convinced of it for most of their relationship, so why in the hell would anyone think he loved this other guy more? To the point of assuming he didn’t even love Peter in the first place?

He was a masochist, he decided, as he opened Instagram. And not even the good kind of masochist, because there wasn’t any pleasure involved in what he was about to do, just pain. He unblocked Beck’s profiled and fucking looked. He didn’t know what he expected to find, but just looking at the first picture was enough to make him realize it was a terrible fucking idea. It was a black and white picture of him and the new guy cuddling in bed, kissing with soft smiles on their faces, captioned: “Nowhere else I’d rather be.”

Peter closed the app quickly, he didn’t need to see that. It meant nothing.

That picture meant nothing. That caption meant nothing. Because Beck was a fucking liar, a fucking actor, a fucking illusionist, a fucking – artist. He painted beautiful pictures, he weaved beautiful words, but none of that meant anything. Because it never meant anything when it was Peter in his arms, so why would–

Fuck, he should be over him, so fucking over him. But he really wasn’t, he would go back to that toxic environment if Beck snapped his fingers and that was scary to know. It was fucking terrifying to realize he was one text away from crawling back to him, even after all the humiliation, even after Beck just fucking up and left him with nothing – nothing – he would still go right back to his arms. He still wanted to go right back to his arms.

It made him feel pathetic and weak because he knew that what they had was toxic and abusive. And he had known that for a while, way before they split up. Deep in his soul, he knew he was living a nightmare, day after day, over and over again, but he couldn’t fucking leave. He thought Beck was all he had. He promised him forever. He promised he would always be there for him. He was all Peter had in life, and he had lost so fucking much over the years, he couldn’t afford to lose anybody else.

But he did, didn’t he? He lost Beck. He was in someone else’s arms right that second, professing his undying, fake love.

Peter took a deep breath and held it a few seconds, then exhaled slowly.

He didn’t lose anything, he was set free. He was free and he had a record to break – it had been three days since he last cried about that asshole and he didn’t plan to ruin it.

He closed Instagram and went to his Just4Fans. He posted a few pictures from a phoshoot he did earlier that week that made him feel sexy and confident, which was the opposite of how he felt at that moment, but he was going to fake it until he made it.

In a few minutes, he got lots of comments and private messages with compliments, but somehow none of them was enough to fill the empty spot Beck left when he dumped him.

Well, none except for one.

“Were you planning on giving an old man a heart attack today? ‘Cause that’s how you give an old man a heart attack.” The silly message got a smile out of him, and that was a lot considering how broken he felt.

“Lol. It wasn’t in my plans, no, but now I’m worried. Is the old man okay?” He joked, and immediately got an answer in his inbox.

“He’s waiting for you to keep your promise. Says he refuses to die before he sees some pictures of you? Do you happen to know anything about that?” Peter chuckled.

“Oh, yeah, I think I know what he’s talking about. Hold on a sec.”

He selected his ten favorite pictures with the date outfit and sent them to Tony, feeling butterflies in his stomach for reasons he couldn’t explain. He lay in bed for several minutes, staring at his phone, waiting for an answer, but the older man didn’t say anything, even though Peter could see he was still online. He started to get a little anxious, worried that he had messed up somehow, so he messaged him again.

“Well? Have I finally rendered the old man speechless?”

Almost at the same time as he sent his message, Tony replied:

“I need to see you.”

Peter’s heart almost jumped out of his mouth when he read those words, eyes widening in shock. I need to see you. He read it a few more times to make sure it meant what he thought it meant. It couldn’t possibly – Tony wouldn’t want to meet him. That would be absurd. He was – well, Peter wasn’t sure, but he sounded important most of the time, he was definitely very rich, very hardworking and he seemed like a really nice guy. So really, why would he want to meet Peter. That made absolutely no sense, obviously he meant something different than that, he just didn’t quite know what–

“Please,” said the next message, just a few seconds later.

Peter bit his lower lip, feeling his face grow warmer. Just for the hell of it, he thought – what if Tony did mean he wanted to meet him? What then? Peter couldn’t say yes, that would be insane. He didn’t even know the man, all he knew were little things about his daily life, he didn’t know his last name, if he had a family, if he was married, if he was a psychopath – he didn’t even know what he looked like!

Still, he fantasized about saying yes. But that was just a fantasy. He couldn’t do it, that would be crazy.

Right?

“You won’t regret it, I’ll treat you right.”

Well, fuck. He had to go straight for his Achilles’s heel, huh.

Peter kept staring at the bright screen of his phone, breathing slowly to try to contain his wild heart that seemed adamant to burst out of his chest cavity in the next few minutes. He didn’t know what to say. No, his brain supplied, like it was obvious, because it was, right? He couldn’t say yes, yes was not a viable answer. He had to say no, it was only a matter of how he would say it without hurting the older man’s ego.

But.

Why exactly did he have to say no? He knew there were ate least 99 good answers to that question, but he couldn’t think of one, so–

“How do I know you’re not a serial killer?” Peter asked, even though he wasn’t really worried about that, it was the last thing on his mind, to be honest.

“You’ll know.” He said, plain and simple, and not helpful at all. And still, no flight response whatsoever from Peter’s brain. His stupid mind couldn’t seem to understand that that was clearly a terrible idea.“We’ll meet in a restaurant, the best in New York, and nothing else has to happen, I promise. We’ll have a nice dinner and that’s it. I just need to see you in person.”

That sounded reasonable, didn’t it? A public place, lots of eyes on them. If Tony turned out to be a creep, he could just leave. At the very worst, he’d be disappointed and lose a very generous subscriber; at the very best, he’d get a good meal out of it and who knew what else. It sounded reasonable. So it was probably reasonable.

Right?

“Can I wear this outfit?” He asked, because, well, that was all he had to wear to New York City’s best restaurant – whatever that was.

“You must, baby.” He answered quickly, and Peter smiled to himself. “So I’ll take that as a yes, then?”

He typed a quick yes, but didn’t send it right away. He gave his brain a few seconds to come up with reasons to say no, because he knew there were good reasons for that, but he really, honestly, just wanted to say–

“Yes.”

“Perfect.” He replied right away, as if he had been staring at the phone, waiting for his answer. “I’ll set a time and place and let you know. You won’t regret it, Peter.”

Peter loved all the pet names Tony gave him, they were all sweet and funny, but when he called him by his actual name, it just hit different. It felt good. Like he wasn’t just a pretty picture in a porn app, an expensive hobby, but a person. It was hard for him to remember that, sometimes.

Some other times, it felt good to forget.

#starker #peter parker x tony stark

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8.1.2023

The other post couldn't fit any more images but I still wanted to add a bunch lol anyways, I'll continue stuffing extra screenshots just 'cause :D

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intro: he is such a good king. also, this power is really admirable (hot imagery too)

update I: aaaah you go, you two <3

update II: I'm gonna melt I'M MELTINGGG I love himmmmm I love him so much

update III: aw lol he's adorable

update IV: excuse you, but Satan is MINE, not yours. MINE MINE MINE <3

update V: pls don't hinder him, let him collect money stop him at once

update VI: go ahead, sweetie how come Jjyu is being so quiet and not roasting your butt

update VII: 'thick eyebrows' they say that to my face when his eyebrows are thinner than mine tf u mean thick eyebrows what does that make my eyebrows then, bushes? I like them

update VIII: omg Mammon calls Beelzebub 'Bell' noooo that's so cute shut up shut up shut up aaaah they talk about Beelzebub and my heart + interest both go STONKS➚

update IX: goddamn, punching an unconscious Leamas, are we? Mammon doesn't seem to be the violent type though, and he seems to have something in mind, so I'll see where this goes

update X: BIMET'S IN THE CHAT WITH PPYONG, SITRI AND MC NOW TOO YESSSS

update XI: because I love you for educational purposes, honey

update XII: who's gonna tell him that MC is a hobo too? But be gentle about it, pls you don't want him to faint from shock, do you?

update XIII: kwksnjsjs eeeeee but how did he change his attitude and mind so quickly

update XIV: so Mammon doesn't trust Leamas due to a gut feeling, and it's said that Mammon's intuition is always right. And there's something about Nina...

update XV: no, it's not! Not at all! Gimme some

update XVI: someone is really romantic <3 By the looks of it, he seems to really, really like MC, so I'm going to go ahead and say that he's the type who falls in love first, and falls in love fast. SO CUTE

update XVII: "let me enjoy my date" his smile is so cute, it's almost contagious <3 and HE? IS SO, SO LOVABLE Also! There's an upcoming H-scene let's hope I can make it there first which means that MC leaving with Mammon is going to be followed with MC feeling unwell again (and logically, Mammon should be the next one to have some fun *inkling boy voice* WHOOPEEEE)It's strange that Satan didn't interject this time though TAKE YOUR LADY BACK

update XVIII: SCREECHING ANGELS INCOMING ONCE AGAIN Now close your eyes and answer me this: CAN YOU HEAR ME SCREECHING??? On the inside, of course. This poker face doesn't melt off that easily (edit 3: man, there are 36 angels, but that would've been totally fine if it weren't for how ¾ of them were of the red screaming type + there's such little space so there's no actual way to distribute your team properly besides a horizontal line. Having the demons so close to each other is the only possible 'distribution,' which means that they die like flies one after the other and ughhhh)

update XIX: this is horrid. Putrid. Vile. Grotesque. Those screaming monstrosities won't stop coming the H-scene must really be something, huh? Whatchu gonna do, Mammon?

update XX: several very, very fruitless attempts and team deaths later... Well...I have materials, and I have keys. So what do I do? FUCK IT, WE BALL *shudder* DO ONE 10-PULL, that's what! This hurts my heart knowing my luck, I'm not going to get even one L card lmao But I'm curious about something and want to confirm whether it's going to happen or not. All this time, my intution has told me that I'd get Andrealphus on my first ever 10-pull with lesser keys. Am I right or wrong? Stay tuned! (it wounds me to take this risk and spend 30 of my precious keys, but here goes nothing sob sob PLEASE let this be worth the sacrifice)

update XXI: UHHHH???? HEHEHEHEHEHEHE broooo lol omfg I AM GIDDY I WAS RIGHT LOL I can't even bring myself to feel salty about not getting an L card that's a fucking lie, yet it's also the truth BUT OMGGGGGG

update XXII: okay, I calmed down some I think Anyways, I got Marbas and Buer too (I'm holding all of Lucifer's guys hostage now. Is this a sign that I will pull Lucifer himself once his card is launched? God do I hope it is but it probably isn't) And I also sob pulled another Ppyong and another Gusion (you're so damn hot, Gusion, but WHY DID YOU DO THIS TO ME??? I WAS HOPING FOR AN L CARD BEELZEBUB GODDAMMIT let's be honest tho, I knew I wasn't gonna get ANY L card) does this mean that Gusion likes me as much as I like him? Is my admiration so powerful it transcends screens and reaches the virtual world? Because boy...<3 but if that were the case I should have also pulled Satan and Beelzebub BUT I GOT ANDRE OH GOD THIS FEELS LIKE A DREAM I CAN'T BELIEVE IT AND I CAN'T BELIEVE I WAS RIGHT I SHOULD REALLY TRUST MY GUT MKRE OMG SJDBKLSJS I also have this illogical, intense desire to care for him binge-upgrade him, but I want to save materials for L cards I might never get...still, I have a feeling he won't disappoint despite being close-range, so I'm going to upgrade him to level 20, try him out and see how he does

update XXIII: "the devil who eternally gazes at his lover with blind eyes" is such a tragic and romantic sentiment, so much so that I suddenly actually FEEL inspired to write and give him more emotional anguish but will I actually find the energy to do so? Nobody knows

update XXIV: THAT'S THE FIRST THING HE SAID I KNEW IT FROM HIS INTRO QUOTE BUT HE SEEMS SO ROMANTIC AND GENTLE AND HE'S MAKING ME SAD I LOVE HIM ALREADY back to lowercase now

update XXV: So! I just tried him out in Dark Sanctuary for jello pudding that looks like jello and WHAT. THE. FUCK. HE'S AMAZING. HIS ULTIMATE ATTACK??? YOU GET A PROMOTION BBY and his chibi and its animation are so cuteeeee (edit 1: aaand I promoted him, he earned it) I haven't forgotten about Marbas either! HE'S A HERO <3 I kind of did forget about Buer though so I'll try him out tomorrow (edit 2: I lumped Buer and all my new guys into the gang and sent them out to THAT battle. And honestly? I was surprised at the improvement. I can make it to 15 angels left with people actually alive now lol Buer's not too bad, I'm using him to heal Satan but those screeching abominations won't let Satan live much. And this is kind of dark but it's funny how Andre sounds like he's having a mental breakdown when he's defeated lol)

update XXVI: he's intent on breaking my heart. I don't want MC to sleep with him, I want her to hug him and stroke his head and kiss his eyelids until he falls asleep or at the very least do all these things for him in the H-scene

update XXVII: I know the drill by now. If I don't manage to pass this hellhole of a battle by day 3 of being stuck on it, that means desperate measures a long ass wait, but I'll put up with that because no more lesser keys will be spent for now I swear it upon my honor

Wow though, is this the high you people who regularly do lesser key pulls feel? I feel powerful and I didn't even pull an L card lol because Andre may be an S in-game, but to me he's an L and because my gut was right

9.1.2024

update XXVIII: I like how 3-77 actually has the nerve to say 'lv. 49 required' when I'm sitting here with barbecue sauce on my titties a LEVEL 89 Satan and still getting obliterated to no end. 'Lv. 49 required' must be code for '2+ lvl 49 L cards needed to save your life'

update XXIX: I made it to 6 remaining angels and lost lol but I'm not really THAT pissed about it because when I first tried my hand at this battle I would constantly go down with 20+ angels out of 36 remaining, then it got better with 15 angels left, and I eventually managed to make it alive *gasp* to the final 6! That's great improvement and it hopefully means that there's a chance of getting past this woooo but I hope that if I do succeed, 3-78 would be kinder, and by kinder I mean—for the love of God, for the love of all that is holy—NO. SCREAMING. ANGELS. At least, not batches upon batches of them because my God man, they just keep on coming

update XXX: I finally passeddddd God bless each member of my team for making this possible, but I extend special blessings to Marbas, Astaroth, Andrealphus and Satan lol Now onto the next battleeee

update XXXI: PASSED! THE H-SCENE IS SO CLOSE OH MY GOD sknfdbksk it's going to get it's own post, because I always have a LOT to say and a bunch of screenshots to share, more so when it comes to H-scenes, so...IT'S GONNA BE MAMMON ISN'T IT

update XXXII: angels are in the sky and the girl is busy being horny greedy how surprising

update XXXIII: yup it makes perfect sense that he would react to her thinking 'I hope that's mine' but fuck he's so cool

update XXXIV: excuse me, but...'your muscles'?

update XXXV: oh man that's kinda soft I love that he's so happy he fell silent

update XXXVI: dude he's so happy and he wants to hear her say that she wants him again that's so adorable wtf Mammonnnn

update XXXVII: sir! Be careful with my heart

update XXXVIII: ROFL BRUH NO I CANNOT And to make it even funnier? SQUISH SQUISH

update XXXIX: the H-scene is up next! I have no doubt about it now—it's Mammon this time. But Lord, I feel sort of nervous lmao my heart is acting weird and my stomach is going *knot knot* inspired by squish squish all this and I haven't even seen the intro screen to the scene for a hint yet lol ANYWAYS, LET ME GET TO IT IN ANOTHER POST BECAUSE I PROMISE, I WILL HAVE A LOT TO BLAB ABOUT SAY

update XXXX: Mammon was right about Leamas, apparently. Thought so...but I have a bunch of battles to beat before I can see what Leamas has to say, so good luck to me lol Because wow, now that I'm almost finished with Chapter 3, even the 'normal' battles have gotten considerably harder pls be nice, I have but one L card there's constantly 30+ angels, and many of them are usually the ones that shit spikes release spikes (honestly though, anything is better than the screaming ones which I'm sure are coming soon) and they're spawning fast, making up masses and hoards lmao it's hard depending on one character to save everyone else's asses, man so I'm sometimes having to repeat more than once to get by

10.1.2024

update XXXXI: so Leamas's real name is Samael and he and Nina love each other, and I'm assuming he was punished for that. I know angels have rules to abide by, but talk about unjust...

update XXXXII: guilty gems get an honorable mention today

update XXXXIII: Satan about to threaten Mammon if he were going to say that MC is his, followed by Mammon saying that he changed his mind since he decided to be MC's, and then MC being like 'that's new. Anyways, moving on'? lol

update XXXXIV: I. LOVE. SATAN <3

update XXXXV: Leamas took MC with him. Damn, I wonder what's going to happen now and where he's going to take her and Nina. Everyone is going to come to MC's rescue, there's no doubt about it, but what's gonna happen BEFORE THEY DO? I'm so excited though, I'm gonna start Chapter 4 in a few! At least, I hope I can then again, logically, the boss fights are always a lot easier than normal battles, so I should be good! (edit: DONE! Those human-looking angels are so cute lol they look like soft little dolls. I want one)

TIME FOR CHAPTER FOURRRRRR

edit: WHAT. THE??? AN H-SCENE. RIGHT AT THE BEGINNING OF CHAPTER 4. I CAN'T BELIEVE IT. IT HAS TO BE BIMET'S BECAUSE BELIAL IS STILL IN THE HOSPITAL OMFG AAAAAH SKNZBKDB

#whb #what in hell is bad #what in “hell” is bad #what in hell is bad diaries

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twin size mattress (a cobra kai fanfic) pt. xi

Title: twin size mattress Fandom: Cobra Kai Rating: M Characters: Robby Keene, Johnny Lawrence, Original Characters Summary: A brief visit with Johnny & Daniel. AU. Set post-season 2. Notes: Hey! Look at that, an update. Maybe this will end up being a once a year thing? Content Warning: Mature themes & language

xi. I'm sure that we could find something for you to do on stage, maybe shake a tambourine or when I sing, you sing harmonies

There had been a time when Johnny was actually excited about being a dad. He knew, realistically, that his mother wouldn’t be with him for very much longer, but he had hoped at least she would be there to meet her grandson--his firstborn--and she would know that he would be alright when she was gone; that he had a family of his own to love him no matter what. But those last terrible weeks--she had been in so much pain, her limbs swollen to twice their normal size, unable to move, unable to speak. He overheard the hospice nurses wonder at how, and why, she was still clinging to life and he knew in his heart it was his fault. She knew he wasn’t ready to say goodbye. She was suffering because of him.

When she died, it was like all the best parts of him died with her. Every scrap of hope he had clung to that he could still make something of himself had left him. Johnny had always been a fuck up--he knew that--but at least he was a fuck up who tried his best. The day his mother died was the day he stopped trying.

He knew he had no chance of making things right with Robby, but he needed to be with family. Johnny had left Shannon to do the heavy lifting for the kid’s whole life--was it any wonder she had gone off her rocker. He knew he didn’t stand a chance, but he had to try, because his mother hadn’t raised a quitter.

He started pounding the pavement, looking for a job, but all the applications were online now. His computer was at the dojo and there was no way in hell he was going back there without ending up in jail--again. Before, he would have gone to Miguel, but now...not that Carmen was ever going to let him within spitting distance of Miguel, not that he blamed her. So he went to the library. A woman with a neck tattoo helped him look at job sites while a group of kids screamed and banged blocks together nearby.

“I thought libraries were supposed to be quiet,” he said. The librarian rolled her eyes. She had a nice rack; he probably would have asked her out, but he just couldn’t get over the neck tattoo.

On his way out of the library he stopped to look at the community board in the lobby. His eyes fell on a Help Wanted flier--an opening for a lot attendant, $17 an hour with benefits and the promise of a supportive, family-oriented workplace.

“Fuck,” Johnny sighed, snatching the flier off the board.

LaRusso’s greasy cousin spotted him the minute he set foot in the dealership.

“Oh no,” he started, ducking behind the large desk in the front showroom. “You gotta get out of here. I’m calling the cops.”

“Relax, big guy,” Johnny tried to placate him. “I’m not here to make trouble. I just want to talk to your boss.”

Daniel was already on his way over. He would have come across as infuriatingly poised, but Johnny knew his tells--the vein bulging in his neck, the little twitch of an eyebrow betraying that he wasn’t quite as calm as he wanted you to believe.

“What’s going on?” he asked through a forced smile, then added more quietly. “Are you drunk?”

Johnny was, or at least he had been the night before. He had been hungover at the library and on the walk over to the dealership in the heat he suspected he had sweated out most of the water in his body and now he was drunk again, but still not nearly as drunk as he would have liked for this conversation.

“Can we talk?” Johnny asked, opening his arms in a placating gesture. “Just talk; it’s about Robby.”

LaRusso gave him a critical once-over before nodding him back toward the office.

“I want the job,” Johnny announced the moment the door was closed, before he could lose his nerve.

“What?” LaRusso asked, startled.

“I would like the job, please,” Johnny articulated, producing the crumpled up flier from his pocket. “I’ll wash cars, pick up trash, I’ll shine your shoes, kiss your ass, whatever you want, okay? I need a job. Please.”

LaRusso blinked, his expression still lingering somewhere between surprise and disgust.

“I thought this was about Robby,” he said.

“This is about Robby,” Johnny explained. “I need a job and a new place before the judge will let me bring him home. They got him living with strangers--I don’t know if they’re treating him right--”

“Have you talked to him?”

“I went to see him last week, but I only got to talk to him for a minute,” Johnny admitted.

“Well, what did he say?” LaRusso asked.

“He says he’s alright, but I don’t know,” Johnny said. “Robby always says he’s fine when he’s not. Ever since he was a little kid, it was like he thought it was his job to take care of me and Shan.”

LaRusso didn’t say anything, but he offered Johnny a sympathetic shrug.

“Plus, the lady they got taking care of him hit me with a bat,” Johnny added.

“Did you deserve it?” LaRusso asked.

“What do you mean, did I deserve it?” Johnny snapped. “She hit me with a bat. Twice.”

“You do have that effect on people, Johnny,” LaRusso said.

“If she’ll hit me, maybe she’ll hit Robby, too, you know?” Johnny said. “She didn’t want me to see him.”

LaRusso nodded. “If she’s keeping you from visitation, you need to get CPS involved. Especially if you think she might be getting physical with Robby.”

“Well,” Johnny admitted guiltily. “Maybe that’s not exactly how it happened.”

“Then what happened?” LaRusso asked.

“Maybe I was a little late for visitation,” he admitted.

LaRusso blinked. “How late were you?”

Johnny shrugged. “Maybe twelve hours?”

“Johnny,” LaRusso snapped. “You know you can’t do that!”

Johnny had every intention of showing up for his visitation appointment on time, with bells on, but when it was time to get ready he got so nervous about seeing Robby again--the kid probably hated him; he had every right. So he had a few drinks to calm down, and then he had a few more. He knew showing up smelling like booze would only cause more problems so he figured he’d try sleeping it off. So when he woke up at noon on Monday, he figured the best thing to do would be to head down and try to explain himself in person. Maybe he could still make it up to Robby.

“He’s my kid, LaRusso,” Johnny said. “I want to make this right. That’s why I need this job. Please.”

LaRusso offered him a sympathetic grimace.

“Johnny,” he started. “How many points do you have on your license?”

Johnny deflated. It had all been for nothing. He had bared his soul to Daniel LaRusso of all people and it had all been for nothing.

“Whatever, thanks anyway,” Johnny sighed. Maybe he could at least raid the popcorn machine on his way out.

“Listen,” LaRusso started up again. “If you’re that desperate, maybe we can still find a place for you here--for Robby. Not anything glamorous, but something.”

Johnny chuckled. “Does it look like I do glamorous?”

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