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“I don’t fuck little boys,” Robert tells him sternly. “If you want this, you need to be a grown man and communicate.”
Flambae bristles and opens his mouth, but Robert talks right over him. “That being said, I realize there’s such a thing as leading by example. So for the next few minutes, I’m going to talk, and you’re going to listen.”
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Robert’s back is feeling much better, and he has plans to take a certain pyrokinetic apart the way he deserves. Unfortunately, he has to impart a little lesson about communication first.
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- Part 5 of Hands On
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19 Jun 2026
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"This is so you don't get us both killed."
Chad began to protest and Robert took the opportunity to shove two fingers into his mouth, resting them heavily on his partner's warm tongue. "Because that's how fucking needy you are. You can't even make it a twenty minute car ride without begging for someone to get you off."
Chad pulled back, saliva stringing between his lips and Robert's fingertips. "Neither can you."
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When Pocket recruits Jacob Lash as an ally for the coming Maelstrom, they find themself with way more than they bargained for.
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27 Apr 2026
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“I’m making negative five thousand dollars each month?” Robert’s mouth fell open and he wasn’t sure he could afford to close it.
Sonar just nodded. “Sure are. Your credit card debt has credit card debt. I’m honestly shocked your credit score isn’t six.”
“So I’m just poor? That’s it?”
“Sucks to suck dude.” Sonar stood up, stretching as he yawned. “Bet you wish you’d sealed the deal with Blonde Blazer now, huh?”
“I’m not hot enough to fuck my way into triple my salary and a new suit.”
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or; Robert becomes a phone sex operator. Flambae becomes his best client.
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This place has no shortage of freaks, and this guy is only adding to the roster. Large steel bolts stick out of his broad shoulders, lighting up the room with bright green sparks every few seconds. His left hand is pale, covered in tattoos of strange runes, interrupted by stitches that surround his wrist and lead to an arm that looks almost like it’s decaying, the skin grey and dull, another silver bolt protruding next to the elbow. He picks up the glass with fingers that are twined in barbed wire, and as he tips his head back to sip at it, his long black hair slips back, showing bolts in his neck and stitches along his mouth. He sets the glass down with a soft clink, and his hair falls over his face once again.
Pocket knocks back the last gulp of their rye and coke. Yep, another freak for the collection. Not that that’s a bad thing in Pocket’s eyes. They’d much rather be around freaks than the type of people Maximilian associated with.
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It's the night before the ritual, and Pocket has a few drinks to calm their nerves. They end up getting more than a little acquainted with one of the weirder freaks in the Hidden King's alliance.
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25 Mar 2026