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mlm-writer · 3 years

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Rutterly Filled (Omega!Wei Wuxian x Alpha!Male!Reader)

Pairing: Omega!Wei Wuxian/Wei Ying (The Untamed ver.) x Alpha!Male Reader (NOT trans-friendly) Rating: Explicit Words: 3416 POV: Second Summary: You have not had a rut ever since you have been captures with the other Wens. Now things are going well on Burial Mounds, your body decides it is time. Unfortunately, your prolonged period of being rutless meant your next one was going to be extreme. Fortunately, the Yiling Patriarch is secretly an omega and you two have been flirting ever since you met. Notes: This is 200% self-indulgent. I saw the twink, I fell in love, I wanted to wreck him. Do I need an excuse? Tags: Omegaverse, a/b/o dynamics, ruts, idiots in love, being in a relationship without realising it, reader is a himbo, loss of control, magical restraints, breeding, knotting, multiple orgasms, does Wei Ying have a dick and a pussy or a dick and an ass? up to you!, self-lubrication, fingering, blowjobs, facials, handjobs, gēge kink and fuck or die

There was no qi flowing anywhere. The only thing that filled your ‘internal stream’ was utter rage. “I told Wen Qing this would not work without a golden core!” You exclaimed as you got up and started stomping around. The alpha pheromones were rolling off you in waves and you were low key glad you were the only alpha present on Burial Mounds or you would have started a fight the second you caught a whiff of any other alpha.

“It was still worth a try. I do not think there is a way to stop your rut now.” You stomped around Wen Qing. You did not want to lash out at her. Were it not for her concoctions, you would have gone into rut a few days ago without a backup plan at all. Your hands clenched and unclenched at your sides. “There is one thing I have not yet told you.” You let out a grunt, indicating you were listening. “Wei Wuxian is an omega and has offered to help you through your rut.”

You stilled for a second. The Yiling Patriarch was an omega. It only took a second for you to process. Wei Wuxian was not known to adhere to any stereotype or standard. It was not crazy to think that the Yiling Patriarch, a figure that induced fear and hate in many cultivators, was a fragile omega. He may carry himself around like a big figure, but truth to be told, he was skinny like a twig and if he was not such a good fighter, anyone could snap him in half. It all made sense, it was not a crazy thought.

“Master Wei has saved my life. I am already indebted to him. I will wait out my rut in the tent Wen Ning set up in the woods.” You were already walking to the door of Wen Qing’s humble hut, but she stood in your way. Sometimes you suspected her of being an alpha as well. One never knew, when cultivators could just simply suppress their second gender, making them all appear like betas.

“You have not had a rut in a long while due to the poor conditions we have been under. Your first rut in a while may be much more intense than you are used to.” You clenched your fist, digging your nails into the palm on your hand. Your eye twitched. “Wei Wuxian can defend himself against you, should there be any need. He is also the only omega on the whole mountain. His only condition is that you do not mark him.” You violently shook your head before you could agree to it. The man was the prettiest boy you had ever laid eyes upon and while you two had been flirting, you had not yet confessed that every flirty word you shot his way was truthful. The thing between you two, unnamed and not yet romantic, was too good to risk.

You walked away from the door, before you were going to physically lash out at Wen Qing. “I will not take advantage of master Wei. I owe him too much already.”

“Your excuses are so weak, I’m starting to think that you don’t think I’m attractive.” Your whole body whipped to the door, where the omega in question had appeared with a pout on his face that made you want to kiss him. His lips were pink and glistening. They looked so full and soft. Wen Qing told him to get out, but you already caught a whiff of the omega scent you had never noticed on him before. Before you had any control of your tongue, you had agreed to spending your rut with Wei Wuxian, the Yiling Patriarch. Want bubbled up from deep within you. There was no way back now.

You followed him and his scent like a blind puppy, as he let you between trees to a tent Wen Ning had set up earlier in case you could not suppress your rut. You saw the dark red fabric in the distance, when suddenly you were caged against a tree by Wei Wuxian. “Scent me,” he whispered into your face and he did not need to say it twice. You rubbed your nose all over his neck and down to where it met his shoulder. You took deep breaths, letting your lungs fill with the sweet and spicy scent that you from now on would know as Wei Wuxian. You didn’t know how long you were rubbing yourself on him and smelling him, but after a while, the fog of alpha hormones cleared and you had a bit more grip on what was going on and what was about to happen. “Better?” Wei Wuxian giggled as he rested against you. You held him close and slowly breathed in his scent.

After a few slow breaths, you nodded and took his hand to drag him to the tent. It was big enough that you two could stand inside and there were supplies inside, mostly food and water, but also extra robes. You didn’t hear the sound of a lake behind the tent, as you dragged Wei Wuxian inside and pushed him down onto the straw mat on the ground. You crawled on top of him, but as your eyes met his, you were awfully aware of how you were acting. “Sorry, maybe we should talk about what I can and cannot do, before I lose all my patience.” Wei Wuxian laughed and shifted so you two were sitting on the straw mat, facing one another. His robes had fallen open a little and the sight of his chest threatened another frenzy to make itself known.

“You can do anything, but try not to claim me. It is a little early in our relationship for that.” You almost choked on your own saliva and started coughing. Wei Wuxian handed you a waterskin, but you needed a solid minute, before you had enough breath to actually attempt drinking anything.

“I’m sorry, but… relationship?” You watched Wei Wuxian through teary eyes from your coughing fit. He seemed to turn red in an instant, his face now matching the ribbon in his beautiful silk black hair.

“Yes? I mean I thought… we always flirt? And we drink together and you sometimes feed me at dinner? We also cuddled when we were drunk? I know we never talked about it, but we are in a relationship or something… right?” You stared at him, a little dumbfounded. He did not lie; those things happened. You just took all those things for things Wei Wuxian would do with anyone.

“I didn’t think of it that way,” you immediately regretted your words as you could see Wei Wuxian’s heart breaking all over his face, “but! But! But!” He looked at you, hopeful in a way that seemed plainly desperate. “I want it to be that way! I just didn’t realise what we were, but I want to be…” There was a flare of hormones and you shuffled forward to bury your nose against Wei Wuxian’s scent gland. “I want you, even when my rut is over, but also now. Right now.” A slight shift and you noticed you were hard between your legs.

Wei Wuxian might have noticed it too through your robes, because he was shoving at your clothes. You stood up, ripping everything off in a hurry and grabbing Wei Wuxian by his ponytail. You pulled at it until his lips were around your hard cock. You let out a moan of relief, as he immediately started sucking on the length. He resisted when you tried to get him to swallow more of you. Wei Wuxian only took the tip, but with the way he was sucking and licking, it was enough for now. You threw your head back, grunting into the air, while Wei Wuxian sucked you off. His tongue cupped the head of your cock and played with the ridge between the head and the rest of your length. The wet sounds of his mouth seemed so loud in the small space. Before he even took more of you in his mouth, you grabbed his shoulder and squeezed. Wei Wuxian took the hint and with a wet pop he pulled his mouth off your cock. You would have protested, were it not for the hand on your hard length.

The cultivator squeezed the knot at the base of your cock, everytime his hand was at the bottom of your length. You looked down at him, seeing him with his tongue out, a smile hinting behind that lewd expression, cheeks a beautiful rosy colour that matched his spit-glistened lips. You let out a groan and kept a firm grip on his shoulder. Ropes of cum spilled from your cock. Wei Wuxian’s face, hair and robes were painted white with your seed. When he finally let go of your cock, your face heated up at the sight of him. A mixture of embarrassment and arousal swimmed inside your belly. “I’m sorry,” you whispered out of breath, but Wei Wuxian just smiled at you and started taking his soiled robes off, wiping himself off with a sleeve. When he was mostly clean off your cum, he laid himself down on the straw mat, completely naked and stretched out like a meal for you to devour.

“Don’t apologise, I want this too,” he confessed with flushed skin and a hard omega dick twitching between his legs. You kneeled down and hoisted his legs onto your shoulders. Your tongue automatically fell from your lips at the scent of omega slick filling your nostrils. Lapping up the slick that had escaped his wet hole and trickled down his thighs, drew a gasp from Wei Wuxian’s lips. “Don’t tease me.”

You huffed out a laugh at the annoyance in his voice. “Or else? Will the Yiling Patriarch haunt me like a ghost and eat me?” You didn’t let Wei Wuxian reply. You held him up with one hand and pushed your tongue inside, the other hand touching his cock. The omega mewled and moaned as if he was putting on a show for you. Maybe he was. When was Wei Wuxian not making a scene? “Wei Wuxian sounds so perfect,” you growled as you licked the slick off your lips.

“If you are going to knot me until I can’t walk, at least call me Wei Ying,” the demonic cultivator huffed, his eyes ravishing your body. You smiled as you put his legs around your waist and lined your cock up with his wet hole.

“Wei Ying is perfect.” And with those words, you slid into his heat. Wei Ying gasped as he stretched around your thick alpha cock, the slick making the slide easier, but he was not in heat. You got halfway, before the resistance became too much. “Wei Ying needs to relax,” you grunted as you rutted inside him, micromovements trying to make further entrance possible.

“You’re too big,” he complained, hands on your arms and squeezing your biceps. You leaned down and caught his lips in a biting kiss. Soft, pink lips turned red under your onslaught. A hand made its way to his throat and he gasped deliciously against your wet lips. Wei Ying squirmed and gasped for breath as you frantically fucked his hole open until you were slipping in deeper. “So big, too big, I’m going to tear in two!”

You would be more concerned for him, were it nog for the thick cloud of alpha hormones clouding your judgement. Instead of sounding fearful, Wei Ying’s voice fuelled the fantasy of a helpless omega at your mercy. “Pretty omegas like you can handle this,” you growled in a voice no one woud have recognised as your own. Both hands landed on Wei Ying’s hips and you sat up, so you could thrust inside him with vigour.

Wei Ying’s voice would have been audible from miles away as he screamed mostly in pain. Coherent thoughts had long left your mind and all that was left was ‘mark’, ‘claim’, ‘fuck’, ‘knot’ and ‘breed’. Pleasure was all on your mind as you closed your eyes to fully enjoy the stretch of Wei Ying’s walls around your cock. That was until you found yourself unable to move. “No! No! No!” You growled as Wei Ying slid off your cock. He pushed you onto your knees and sat down across from you.

“I’m sorry, alpha, but don’t worry I will not leave you like this,” he croaked out as he struggled with sitting down comfortably. His chest rose and fell in deep, but ragged breaths. You now noticed the redness around his eyes and the wetness on his cheeks. Worry paved a little clarity in the lustful fog dominating your head.

“Cruel bastard,” you found yourself snarling back, in spite of the seed of worry Wei Ying’s image planted deep inside you. Before even the last syllable left your lips, Wei Ying had his hand tight around your cock and stroked, drawing a guttural groan from you. “That’s not enough, I need more,” you breathed out at the torture that was the grip of Wei Ying’s hand. It felt good, but his omega hole had felt so much better.

“And I need more preparation, I am not in heat,” Wei Ying huffed back as he reached behind himself. You could hear the wet squelch of him fingering himself and it drove you into a frenzy. You demanded being released, so you could once more claim your omega, but Wei Ying did not release you. He let you cum with his hand. Once he needed a better angle to shove more fingers inside, he switched his hand for his mouth, so he could support himself with one hand while he tried to shove his whole fist inside. His mouth felt better than his hand, but you already had had a taste of paradise and this was not it.

“You’re open enough, please, I feel like I’ll die,” you whined, shortly after you covered Wei Ying in your fourth load. No matter how often you came, it would not be enough until you knotted the omega in front of you. Wei Ying seemed to take mercy on you and he turned around. Wei Ying lowered himself onto your cock. The mercy got you moaning. You could see where you entered him as he bounced on your cock, his hole gripping your length visibly. “Yes, you feel so good omega,” you moaned as he rode your fat length. “Release me and I’ll pound you so good. I will knot you and fill you with my cum and then pound you again.” Wei Ying gasped, a hand moving to his cock to stroke it. The smell of his slick as it dripped down your cock was intoxicating.

“Gēge, you talk so indecently when you’re in a rut.” You wanted to pin him down and fuck him so bad when he called you ‘gēge’ and Wei Ying seemed to know. The glint in his eyes as he shot you a look over his shoulder was quite telling. “But I’m afraid gēge will break me if I release him. Gēge is such a strong alpha and I’m just a frail omega,” he spoke dramatically, knowing fully well he was far from a frail omega. His words would have made you cringe were it not for the fact you were in a full-on rut. The idea, the thought, the image of him being so fragile and breakable and at your mercy suddenly got something flowing in you. The feeling was unfamiliar, as was the strength it brought.

You had no mind to think about it, but enough instinct to use it. With this new-found energy, you broke yourself free from whatever was holding you in place and grabbed Wei Ying by the back of his neck. A hard shove and Wei Ying was face down, ass up on the ground with your cock plunging into his wet hole. “Maybe they are right, the Yiling Patriarch is cruel,” you drew a loud moan from the man below you with a hard thrust, “and evil.”

Wei Ying did not move from where you had him. Instead, he took your punishing pace with the prettiest moans you ever had the honour of hearing. His voice filled the tent with a symphony of pleasure, which only grew louder when you pressed inside and your knot slipped in. Wei Ying screamed in pleasure and pain as you slotted the two of you together and filled him up with your hot seed.

Still, it was not enough. He was beautiful, had the most breedable body you ever laid eyes upon. How could it be enough to only fill his slick hole once?You only stilled for a minute inside of him, before you pulled out until the knot pulled painfully at the inside of his rim. Then, you pushed back inside, as deep as you could go. Wei Ying whined as you fucked him like that, the knot dragging against his walls and drawing out the melody of pain mixed with pleasure. He moaned and screamed about how he was stretched to the limit, but there was no urgency in his voice this time.

Everything was a blur from there. Somewhere between rutting inside him and fucking him with your knot, Wei Ying had gone near-silent. His ass had become so open that your knot no longer served its purpose of keeping you inside as you spilled your seed. You didn’t know how many rounds you went, how often you filled the Yiling Patriarch with your load or how often the omega came himself. In one final mind-blurring explosion of pleasure, you passed out. Whether it was on top of him or if you managed to fall beside him was out of your control.

When you woke up, however, you found Wei Ying on top of you. The smell of sex still hung heavy in the air, mixed with pheromones, both alpha and omega. A groan left your dry throat as you lifted your head to take a look at the man to whom you were indebted with your life, twice. He looked like he was not going to wake up for another 100 years. You tried to brush the hair out of his face, but your fingers got tangled in the silk black strands. Guilt filled your heart at the sight of bruises on his hips and sides. A respectful look down revealed there was still cum dripping out of his hole.

You untangled yourself from him. It took you a good hour to get Wei Ying cleaned up and placed on a clean towel; the straw mat was completely ruined. You had him on his side, still sleeping peacefully, while you tried to comb the tangles carefully out of his hair. You were almost done when you noticed him stir. “Wei Ying?” You called out softly, hand shooting for the waterskin. You held it to his lips. “Don’t move; drink first.” To your surprise, he obeyed. He tried to sit up, but winced. You took the hint and helped him sit on your lap, the gap between your legs perfect for his ass to rest between with no pressure on it. “I’m sorry. I lost control.”

Wei Ying blinked at you and then reached for the jar of wine in the corner. You chuckled and handed it to him, still cradling him close. He took a few gulps, before speaking up. “I thought I would die,” he pouted in a somewhat playful way that gave you conflicted emotions about his words. “Gēge, you were such a monster. Next time, I will use a stronger talisman to keep you down.”

You inhaled sharply. ‘Next time’, he had said. You licked your dry lips and nodded, agreeing with him. A signature smile painted the omegas lips, before he snuggled closer to you. “Gege is adorable when he is worried about me. I’ll be fine, I swear. Just don’t make me do anything for a few days.” You let out an empty laugh, relieved and still worried. Another nod as you put a hand on his head, holding it close to your shoulder. You twisted your head, placing a kiss upon Wei Ying’s temple. He hummed happily and closed his eyes.

“Wei Ying! You need to eat before you go back to sleep!”

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lovely-necromancy · 3 years

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A Cure for Insomnia CH.9

TW Purposeful misgendering of MC, and overall skeevy first POV.

MC is agender and here I started this chapter with the POV of someone out right misgendering them.

Capital He/Him pronouns are associated with Slender.

He was angry, but then again when wasn't He. You've wasted too much time on “laying low”. And now He's getting impatient, you're starting to hear whispers about potential replacements and incompetency. First you fuck up your mission then you gave Him the subpar sacrifice of that dumb hippie. He didn't want her, He wanted her. Her being your current and original target.

The girl who moved to town in the middle of March, YN. Didn't wait for the month to end or come the first week of the new one. Such a strange time to move...almost as if she was running away from something. He had taken an interest in her immediately. You didn't see what was so special about her, just another mousy girl in a small town, very obedient from what you saw.

Maybe that's what caught His attention. A new little puppet to add to His collection...but His urgency with this task didn't really fit. You knew for a fact He wasn't human but...could He have desires of the flesh? Was this a twisted perversion of your god's? The fuzzy feeling in your head gets painful at the thought.

'Ok, you aren't after some ass.' you think trying to appease Him.

It doesn't work, your apology is almost as worthless as you are to Him in this moment. You've really been testing Him lately, understandably this is your last chance so to speak. Bring Him YN or you won't be His problem much longer.

A chill runs down your spine at the ill intent you feel through your contract.

You're working on it, really you are. But she's so stupid and air headed it will take a while to break her for Him to be able to properly mold her. Not to mention she seems to have acquired a new guard dog. One that seems to have problems staying still, yet will spend hours watching her.

You'd seen him around town a few times in the past week or two, he has two other companions who aren't as bad about keeping low profiles. Yeah, you'd seen each of them at her house at one point or another. The short one seemed to have a nasty habit of slinking into her home in the dead of night as she slept. He didn't seem to go in during her drives, only when she'd be there. The tall one would come in the early morning or middle of the day, either to retrieve his partner or to snoop around inside for a bit before leaving. Aside from his partner he never seemed to leave with anything, never went in with anything either. They weren't leaving traces so they couldn't be your replacements.

Even if they had been they didn't seem too tough, you could over take them easy. Show Him you were still good for something.

But worst of all was her fucking mutt. He'd just circle the outside of the house, inspecting it. For what you have no clue, but he kept at it like he had a keen eye and could detect the slightest change of the home. One day he started looking off into the tree line and you'd almost swear he knew where you were. And while his nearly all black eyes made you think he was your replacement, intimidating you, your god suggested otherwise.

Reminding you that they weren't breaking her down for Him. That was your job.

Not only was the twink annoyingly thorough when at her home but he seems to have followed her to work today. You hope this isn't a new habit for him, you'll need to catch YN off guard at some point and you can't do that with that stupid twitching bastard around.

He bought two books and YN had seemed surprised when he came up to chat with her after finishing the first one. She's not your normal type but you can't deny she is cute talking so excitedly, you really wish that fucking mask was off her face so you could see her plump lips move. Come to think of it, twitchy was also wearing a mask. Is that why she talks so freely with him? Was all you had to do to get close to her was wear a mask? Or did she have a little crush on this guy?

No, she's speaking the same way she would with one of the Hornets. He however has a certain look in his eye while they talk. Maybe someone does have a crush...Or maybe he's just a disgusting stalker like you are. Were, like you were that is before your god saw the potential in you. And blessed you as one of his followers.

If he is a creepy little stalker tailing her you could let him do the breaking, and then you'd swoop in for the kill. Would that take too long? Better yet would your god even be happy with the idea. He can get very touchy about plans, down to the tiniest details too. You've witnessed first hand what He does to those who leave gaps for targets to get through.

Reprogramming doesn't seem pleasant. But that'll be the least of your worries if you don't get a move on with delivering Him His choice of offering. In the years you've been of service to your god...you don't recall Him ever choosing his offering. A target yes of course plenty, but His next puppet or a special meal. No this was big, testing your worth probably, very big.

'And you're failing.' that voice isn't yours.

'How, astute.' He's chatty today. That's always a bad thing. For you anyway.

You turn your attention to the bookshop across the street, coffee shops make such great covers especially when you add a laptop and act as though you're writing a novel, no one spares you a glance. It's five and that means quitting time, maybe YN wouldn't go home right away. You could run into her and plant some seeds of paranoia in her.

Mess with her head, have her freak out and cause a scene in town to discredit her further in the future. Your typical MO. After all she is just the simple new girl in town, and small town residents don't trust easy.

'This should be fun.' you think as you pack up your computer and notebook.

Heading to your car you wait in the parking lot for a moment, making it look as though you were busy with your phone while you waited to see that ugly yellow car drive in one direction or another. It doesn't take long before you catch sight of the brightly colored Kia taking the road towards the general store.

Wonderful, one humiliating panic attack in public coming up. This was something you could manage perfectly on your own. Though maybe once your god was more pleased with you, you'd ask for His assistance in giving her a few more hallucinations. After all the faster she's broken down the faster He gets what He wants.

Once at the small store you park one space away from her Kia. Normally for targets you prefer if they don't notice your car but it's not like there's room to go else where in this parking lot. Just as you're about to make your way inside, you hear more murmuring.

How the hell are you supposed to do His bidding when all He seems to want to do is keep interfering? It's getting so frustrating that you're starting to question your god's intelligence.

For your insolence you are hit hard with the worst migraine you've ever gotten since taking up a contract with Him.

'You are not the only one following them.' is the biting retort.

Moving your head despite the pain, you scan the store through squinted eyelids as you stand just out of your car. And you catch sight of him, that twitching guard dog from before. He hasn't noticed you but he seems to be sharing a cart with YN.

Did she get a boyfriend? Were you just unaware of that detail this entire time? She seems too relaxed with him for that to be anything else. They look too domestic together, you'll have fun ripping them apart. She'll probably cry like the bitch she is when you do, that's a very nice picture.

'Leave.' what now?

'Leave before he catches on to you.' The twitchy twink? You could take him in a fight, kid is practically all bones, why should you leave?

Instead of an answer your migraine intensifies. For the first time in years you are racked with so much pain that you would've collapsed on the ground if your car hadn't been near to steady yourself.

A chime of a bell sounds, “Hey pal you alright there?”, it's just Leo. Luckily you've never shopped at his store so likely hood of him knowing who you are or mentioning this to anyone isn't high.

“Ah...yeah,” you say through the wincing, “real bad migraine.”

“I got some Excedrin-”

“I'll just come back later.” you cut him off and get back into your car. Movement isn't easy for you under all this pain but you can feel His presence in your mind gaining control. You'll either wake up back in your bed or on the forest floor covered in blood and ticks. You really hope it isn't the last one as you black out just as you turn onto 3rd Avenue.

Leo comes back into the store almost as soon as he ran out.

“Everything ok?” you ask. You'd seen the man run out when you turned around to ask if he had gluten free vegetable stock.

“Yea, some tourist must'a got car sick or somethin'.” you nod at his gruff reply.

“Oh, do you have any gluten free vegetable stock?”

The old man eyes you warily.

“Kid don' tell me ya got on one a those fad diets.”

“No it's for the Picnic next week. I wanted to make an all diet friendly foragers pie.” you said shaking your head, which snaps right twice. Behind you you hear a muffled clucking coming from Toby.

Toby had hung out at the shop with you today. After he read through The Son of Neptune the two of you had discussed the series for a bit before you almost let some spoiler slip through. Toby couldn't help but laugh when you pushed him into a reading nook to finish reading the series before you ruined it for him. He got two thirds of The Mark of Athena done before you clocked out for the day.

While leaving he mentioned he needed to go shopping and asked where the grocery store in town was because he hadn't seen one in the area. You offered to take him to Leo's shop because it had everything you could need and was a small local business. Like most things in Kepler but there was a Trader Joe's that opened up in town, and they don't have much to offer when you cook from scratch. So here you were shopping together.

“I think we have organic no clue if it's vegan though.”

“Gluten free.” Leo rolls his eyes in dismissal and goes off to find the organic broth for you.

“Was there anything else you needed to grab?” you asked turning to look at Toby.

He had a list with him and had been ripping small tears to cross off what he'd gotten. He nods once then twice as his eyes find items he had yet to find, until they stop near the bottom of the list. Toby's dark brown eyes roll so hard you're pretty sure they rolled to the back of his skull. He lets out a dramatic 'agh' sound at whatever was on the list. Before crumbling it and tossing it into the cart.

“Atomic Fireballs and eggs. Can you grab the candy? Some people get pissy about their eggs.” he says cutting his eyes to the cooler containing eggs. This is probably a regular argument with the group.

With a small nod and an “mmhmm” you run off to the candy isle. You smell the cinnamon candy before you even see the container on the shelf. Before running off back to Toby and the cart, you pause debating if you should grab some M&Ms or chocolate chips to make cookies for tomorrow's movie night. You had stress eaten the snacks you bought last week only having the Surge left for Kirby, like hell you would drink it yourself.

After the week you've had baking sounded really nice. The mind numbing activity would probably be therapeutic since you haven't baked in so long. You grab two of the bigger bottles of mini M&Ms they always taste better to you, plus mini cookies tend to be a bigger hit than their regular sized counter parts. On your way to the front of the store you pass an end cap for chips. Seeing the white cheddar popcorn you like you grab a bag to replace the one you ate earlier in the week.

You should be set now, as long as Leo had the broth. If he didn't gluten free broth seems like something the Trader Joe's would have.

Toby's already at the counter with Leo, who had a box of broth off to the side. Noice. You place the Atomic candy on the counter with the rest of Toby's items. Leo looks between the two of you but brushes off whatever thought or comment he had.

“This it for you kid?”Leo has already begun ringing him out.

You see the movement of Toby's mouth open while he double checks the cart, he closes it when he sees the wad of paper. He must have forgotten something. Going over your own list you double check to make sure you have everything before it's your turn.

“N-n-n-no, can I-I-I get two boxes of condoms? St-s-st-standard and Large.” Toby's popping his knuckles a little more aggressively than normal, well what you've equated to normal for Toby.

'Oh.' the add ons sort of surprise you, but his exaggerated sigh from earlier makes more sense. Why did you even think that eggs caused that sort of reaction? It was probably because he was gonna have to ask for condoms in front of you. His new friend, nearly a stranger. Toby's agitated tics and stuttering are very valid right now.

You miss the look Leo gives you but Toby doesn't and when Leo looks back at him his tics get more frequent.

Looking to Toby when his 'mrrow' tic keeps repeating, you see the tips of his ears are a soft pink. A stark contrast to their normally grayish white complexion. Wanting to help but knowing he's most likely just embarrassed you decide to say nothing and ignore the situation. Thankfully Leo doesn't make any type of comment either as he finishes ringing out Toby and hands him his receipt.

“This it kid?” He says as he starts checking out your items.

“Um...ah, what's the pizza today?” this week isn't your normal pizza week but with the Picnic being next weekend you probably won't do pizza next week. And you have to have a slice ready for Chonk, least he decides to see what human taste like.

“Spinach and mushroom, a white pizza.”

“Yea I'll take one of those then please.”

“Garlic crust?” How very dare this man. What kind of question is that.

“Of course.”

He leaves to the back of the store yet again to retrieve your pizza. There's a silence that falls over the store as he leaves, leaving only you and Toby out front. Not an awkward type of silence but you definitely aren't going to risk a glance at Toby right now.

“I threw in an extra for that stray you've been feeding.” He says as he returns. Toby having calmed down a bit scoffs at the stray comment.

“That isn't a-a-a stray it's a fucking dem-mon.”

“Ok like that's fair, but he is kinda cute.”

“I don't care what it is, just keep it away from my store.” Leo finishes ringing you up. “Bad for business to have a wild animal rooting through the garbage.” Leo doesn't care about that stuff he also fears Chonk, and all his trash panda glory.

Once you settled your tab with Leo you and Toby go out to your car. You place his items in the backseat while you take the trunk, so no one goes home with the wrong item. Stars forbid you end up with the condom bag and have to awkwardly give that to Toby or even worse Brian or Tim. You've had four interactions with the man but already you can hear Brian's teasing banter.

Getting situated in the car you hand your phone to Toby to pick the music. You'd left your entire library open this time and not just the home page, you wanted to see if he'd pick something different or just go with the last thing played. He did scroll a bit before just clicking the last played playlist. Well at least he looked, maybe you'd make a playlist and see what he liked. He could just enjoy the songs.

While you're stuck at the light waiting to turn you remember consciously that Saturday Night Dead is tomorrow. You wonder if the trio would be joining you all. Wouldn't hurt to ask.

“Hey so are you guys coming over to the Cryptonomica tomorrow night?”

“Tim and Brian are.” Toby's eyes glance at the window as he picks at the skin around his nails.

“Oh. Why aren't you coming?” you hope you don't sound too pushy.

“Hi, I'm Toby I have Tourette's.” He says in a deadpan.

“Nice to meet you, I'm YN I have Autism.” you sass back cutting your eyes to him, “and I have tics too remember.”

“You can sit beside me. The gang never mentions my ticcing or stimming during a movie and I sit in the corner to be less of a distraction.”

From the corner of your eye you can see he peeled off a bit of skin and is now bleeding. When you slow down at the light you reach over him to the glove box and pull out a box of band-aids. Tossing the box in his lap you focus back on the road. There's a cracking sound when Toby's shoulder pop from a tic but other than that you two fall into a lull in the conversation.

From the corner of your eye you see Toby put the box in the cup holders between you. This little shit, just because he doesn't feel pain doesn't mean picking his skin is a healthy fidget.

“...I..I'll think about it.” he's still picking at his skin but maybe reassurance will help him calm down.

“Well, I hope I see you tomorrow then,” you can't help the grin on your face, you're just a touch giddy at the fact you've made a friend this fast. “No pressure though.” can't be too pushy you might scare him off.

You hear a huff as he turns more of his body to look out the window. He isn't upset his energy feels calm almost excited, it's nice to meet someone who isn't so confusing with their actions. Though you'd wish he wouldn't try to hide them. Maybe you both have the same idea of not wanting to overwhelm the other right away. You get the feeling this situation...your blooming friendship with Toby, it isn't something he's use to.

Getting to the RV you help Toby carry in the groceries, despite his protests that he can do it. It was just machismo of course, because once inside the RV you noticed how clean it was for three bachelors and their huge dog living in it. Sure there were dishes in the sink but dishes are a care chore that never ended. There was very little clutter that you saw but you also weren't paying close attention since you were just helping bring in groceries and not here for a visit. It would be rude to look, you think.

Once all of the boys' bags were brought in and either on the counter or table you saw a majority of them had blood smears all on the handles. Fucking Toby, you gave him band-aids for a reason.

“Tobais you're bleeding.”

“Thanks Captain obvious.” you want to smack him.

“Do you guys have a first aid kit?”

“Nope.” he sounds so smug when he pops the 'p' sound.

“Ok, then I'll go get the band-aids out of my car and you wash your hands.”

“Don'-uwu- Don't worry about it.”

You have to bite your lip so you don't laugh but the small stream of air coming from your nose let Toby know you were laughing. Despite his mask you can see his pout clearly when he turns to you.

“I...I'm sorry, I know I shouldn't...but it's too,” your giggling is breaking down your ability to speak, “cute.”

The grumpy face sort of melts off of the boy in front of you, but you can tell by the vibes he's still touchy. You try to calm yourself but quickly realize you aren't giggling anymore because of his tic.

“C'mon it isn't even that funny.” he says gruffly, before looking off to the side.

“No...it's,” you keep shaking your head as the movement doesn't stop. The loop won't stop and you're starting to tear up from the muscles in your abdomen seizing up then relaxing in repetition.

Toby seems to realize what's happened.

“No fucking way.” is all he says as he comes closer to your still giggling form. “A giggling tic?” You can only nod, you're starting to get light headed. Toby noticing you starting to crouch down, helps ease you to sit. He stays by your side as you both wait for the tic to cease.

He even tries rubbing a hand on your back to soothe you into calming down. You'll need to tell him physical comfort doesn't really help you. It's still sweet of him to try.

Unlike a laughing fit that will have a gradual die down of the action, your laughing tic has an abrupt stop. But you feel just as tired and even more sick than someone who just got out of a laughing fit. Breath coming out hitched though you try to gasp in more air to soothe your impending headache. Your face is red and covered in tear stains, once again you are thankful for your mask. This isn't a tic you get often but you probably hate this one the most, just from how drained it leaves you.

Toby continues to rub circles into your back as your breathing starts to even. Eventually he gets up to grab you some water. You notice it's quiet in the RV, not even Connor is around Brian must have him today.

“That was probably karma.” he says as he hands you the glass. Looking up to him confused he continues, “For teasing me about my tic.”

“But I w-wa-,” you take a large gulp of water for the raspiness of your voice, “I wasn't teasing. I just thought 'uwu' was a cute vocal tic.” you say indignantly.

Really you had only thought the verbal tic was cute. Also it'd been a while since you heard 'uwu' said aloud so it caught you off guard.

“Not as cute as a giggling tic.” who's teasing who now.

“Haha, don't get used to it doesn't happen often.”

After settling down from you tic it's time to head home. You really don't want to over stay your welcome. The fatigue is also starting to set in and you want to get home before it really hits.

Toby is nothing if not a gentleman you've noticed. And he continues to be on brand as he walks you back to your car.

“So thanks for that.” vaguely motioning as if to say 'y'know' with your hands rather than your words. Toby knows, you can tell from that boyish glint in his eyes.

“Hope to see you tomorrow night.” you say getting back into your car.

“It's sounding better now.” there's a pause, “Get home safe.” he slaps the interior of your window before backing away from your car altogether.

With a final wave you back out back onto the old dirt road and drive on home. When you get home you realize you never patched up Toby's hand, now you have a small bloodstain on your door.

#A cure for insomnia #ticci tobyx reader #ticci toby #ticcitoby #brian thomas x reader #brian thomas #timothy wright x brian thomas #timothy wright x reader #timothy wright #creepypasta fanfic #masky x reader #masky

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starkerkeyz · 5 years

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Watch Me Watch You

Insomnia writing again! Let's find out what I can belt out this time. Listening to Porcelain Black and Lana Del Rey for vibes.

Peter sips his glass of champagne and watches Tony travel around the elite party from his place up above, leaning against a railing in a little out of the way balcony. He's discovered a lot of these old European buildings are full of nooks and crannies to duck away into.

He senses it when someone takes up the spot beside him but doesn't look away from Tony. Not even when a metal hand slides across the small of his back and hooks onto his opposite hip, pulling him in so he's tucked up into the other man's side.

"You're old enough, doll. Just tell him." Bucky whispered the words into soft curls. He's known about Peter's crush longer than he's known the young man's identity. It used to sting, before. Then he noticed Peter giving him his own kind of looks, and the sparring sessions turned into cuddling, and then that turned into easy affection.

"I'm nineteen. Back in the states I'm not even old enough to have this." Peter rolls his wrist and dangles his now empty glass by the tips of his fingers, holding on only with his spider grip. A flush of alcohol burns along the crest of his nose and the tops of his cheeks; it isn't his first glass of the night.

"Still old enough." Bucky soothes his metal thumb over the knob of Peter's hip bone. He's not the best with words. Peter talks enough for the both of them whenever Bucky runs out of things to say.

"He's had models. Celebrities. He's even dated Pepper Potts! Pepper. Potts. Bucky, I'm not on Pepper's level." Peter sets the glass down before he does something stupid, like drop it in a fit of pique or squeeze it too hard in his emotional state. He taps his blunt nails against the metal twisting artfully around on itself for decoration and mutters the next to himself. "And I never will be."

"Don't want that." Bucky says in reply and then gives Peter a wet kiss on his neck that he edges with enough teeth to distract. Once he's got Peter's attention on him he reaches around and places his flesh hand high up on his thigh. "He'd be lucky to have you, sweetheart."

"Bucky, there's people down there. People with cameras." Peter recognizes that look in those grey-blue eyes. It doesn't stop his dick from starting to react to the heat of Bucky's hand creeping closer. His thighs part for him without a fuss and he whines softly when Bucky stops just at the button to the dress slacks Tony bought him.

"Keep watching him, sweetheart." Bucky commands in his ear and then drops to his knees and worms himself, somehow, into the space between Peter and the balcony railing.

"Bucky!" Peter claps a hand to his mouth and shuts his eyes tight. Embarrassment and arousal flush his skin brighter than any of the champagne still floating in his veins. His exclamation hasn't alerted anyone, thankfully. Even if they were to look up, now that Bucky is on his knees he's hidden from view and all they'd see is a severely red faced teenager.

"Keep your eyes on Tony, Doll." Bucky unbuttoned and untucked as he spoke. He pumped Peter a few times, licking his lips. Just saying the older man's name was enough to have Peter's dick twitching visibly in Bucky's fist and the reaction had him grinning.

Peter bit down onto the center of his palm and stuttered his eyes open to do as he'd been told. His heavy lidded gaze found him easily; talking to a dignitary or something. Peter should know, he'd looked at the files Tony had prepared for everyone that agreed to go to this gala, but all thoughts of politics and business flew out of his head the moment Bucky's mouth took him in and didn't stop taking.

"Omygod, Bucky, holy shit!" Peter's teeth nearly bite through the tough skin of his palm like tissue paper. His free hand clenches where it had rested on the metal decorative railing and it doesn't stand a chance against his enhanced strength.

A pinch from metal fingers has him opening his eyes again. His hips are thrusting into Bucky's bobbing motions without his say so and he almost forgets what it is he's looking for.

Right up until he finds it and Tony is looking directly at him.

Peter tries to straighten, to somehow hide the blissed out expression from his crush and mentor, but his elbow knocks the empty glass and he lunges for it before it can go tumbling into the crowd below. His frantic fumbling dislodges Bucky and his heart nearly breaks from the lack of heat and suction.

"What's wrong, Doll?" Bucky asks, used to Peter's flailing. He strokes Peter's cock almost languidly, lips reddened and glistening from his interrupted work.

"H- he's watching us!" Peter whined. His cock didn't soften in the least.

"He's watching you, sweet thing. Better put on a good show." Bucky licked the salty cockhead, tonguing the slit playfully. Sex was pretty easy to remember, even if Stevie sometimes said he was into different things back then. Maybe he would have been into sucking off a twink while their Daddy-crush watched, in public, with reporters and cameras everywhere and their friends and colleagues mixed in with the crowd back in the 40′s?

So maybe his tastes had gotten a little screwy over the years.

"I can't believe you're doing this... why do you want me to watch..." Peter's words die in his throat. Tony is smirking at him. Tony is smirking at him and not breaking eye contact as he brings his glasses up to his face. The glasses Peter knows are linked to JARVIS and capable of hacking into most cameras, recording small reels of footage, and come equipped with x-ray vision.

Tony could be watching them right now. He could be ordering JARVIS to zoom in and enhance Peter's face. He could be watching Bucky's long hair swaying with the up and down rhythm he's established again. Hell, he could even be meeting Peter's eyes, watching Peter's pupils dilate as Peter gets the life sucked out of him through his dick.

"Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck!" Peter's only got enough time to tap Bucky's shoulder probably too hard before he's coming straight down the ex-assassin's throat in thick ribbons. His eyes never leave Tony's glasses; he doesn't even know if Tony used that feature. His balls throb deliciously when he thinks about Tony recording what he and Bucky just did.

Across the room Tony raises his champagne glass (full, not shaking or about to drop) to Peter in a salute.

Possibly a continuation of my last insomnia writing, if you want to look at it that way. Also can be a stand alone because I started it with no plans to be a part two. Hope you liked ❤

#insomnia writing #winterspider #starker #winterironspider #semi-public sex #pining #peter pining for Tony

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overdramatics · 4 years

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i think fan content created by cishets who fetishize queer relationships has had a huge impact on a lot of the current community, at least online. i say this because it affected me a lot too; when i was 14 i didn't realize that all those popular gay ships weren't by actual sgl people but by cishet people, so i bought into it. the terminology and “representation” the used and created had a big impact on the way i viewed queer relationships as well as the terminology i used. maybe the most direct example of this is that phrase we’ve all heard- “you're such a bottom/they’re such a bottom.” I’m going to assume that we all know why this doesn't make sense since it has been deconstructed many times so i wont explain why ~being a bottom~ is in no way a personality trait or something you can tell about a person just by the way they look/act since this is information you can easily access by a quick search if you’re unaware.

throughout any fandom within the past several years (i would say 10 years but that does feel like a stretch, somewhere between 5 and 10) you can find a multitude of cishet girls taking any short and/or feminine guy character or real life person and calling them a bottom. taking any two skinny white men (fictional or real) and instantly shipping them, not because there is real chemistry or they genuinely care about good representation but for obvious reasons that... aren't those things. young teenagers who are entering online fandom spaces having recently started coming to terms with their sexuality/romantic orientation haven't quite gotten to the point where they can be critical of online spaces or the content they interact with and who that content is created by. all they see is a place where gay relationships aren't treated as disgusting, so they practically instantly embrace these spaces*. again, at this point they basically cant be critical of the media they consume and the contexts its created under, so they end up getting so much of their “representation” from cishet content creators (especially since it can be difficult to know that the content you’re consuming is a fetishized version of queerness created by cishet people if you dont know what good rep looks like or the identities of the creators you follow).

i am not the right person to go in depth in this aspect of it (I’m white, tme, and nblm), but it needs to be noted that fetishized content and its creators are often very white, which is why mlmoc/nblmoc are rarely seen in these spaces, they’re erased and if recognized its often only through harmful stereotypes. also it needs to be noted that wlw/nblw and trans fem people are vilified in these spaces while (white) mlm/nblm and trans mascs are infantalized and fetishized.

hopefully its started to get better recently, but i don't know since I’m largely removed from fandom spaces. the only “fandom” I’m in is mcr and even then i follow very few creators and they are all in some way lgbtq+ and I’m pretty sure many are poc. so idk the current state of fandoms abroad bc i mainly follow blogs who are critical of this kind of thing. i do hope that fandoms across the internet have become more critical of the content produced within them and of the creators producing content. I think the best way to solve this issue is to help young queer people entering fandom spaces know what the red flags of infantalizing/fetishizing queer relationships looks like and point them towards good lgbtq+ creators as well as creators of color.

the reason that this is such an issue, beyond people annoyingly calling every feminine and/or short man a bottom or every white gay man they see a twink, is that it erases decades of queer culture and allows cishets to define our language. im sure it especially impacts black queer history as well (eg; white lesbians calling themselves “studs” when that is a black exclusive term). and dont get me wrong, im not specifically blaming young teens who simply dont know better for this issue existing. and, since im afraid that some terf or exclusionist hopping on this post, when i say cishet i am not reffering to trans fems or ace/aro people “”””polluting the community””””” so dont start with that, i am talking about the issues that come with predominately white cisgender heterosexual people fetishizing and infantalizing mlm/nblm while erasing queer terms and history that have existed for decades and vilifying wlw/nblw, trans fems, poc, and people who are more than one of those.

TL;DR: unfortunately very young people are impressionable and not critical of the communities and content they interact with, this has caused a shift in (mainly) online queer spaces.

*as a clarification, when i refer to “spaces”/”these spaces” throughout this post i am talking about fandoms, or certain corners of fandoms, that are mainly comprised of white cishet people where most of the content and the center of focus is shipping two male characters (or real people), most of the time they are white, skinny, actually straight (not mlm/nblm), and if not already fitting into male+female gender roles they get put into those roles (there is one feminine one and one masculine one). for examples, think of destiel and like any band ever (ryden, petekey, frerard, etc.)

#tw homophobia #tw racism #tw discourse #tw transmisogyny #tw transphobia #gay #trans #bi #lesbian #mlm #nblm #wlw #nblw #queer #fandom #long post

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tiny-space-robot · 3 years

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Okay so Fire Emblem anon here!! Here's a Kinda Super Long Bc I Got Carried Away description of a few Fire Emblem games, plus some characters that seem like they hit tropes you like!

The good news is that there's not a super huge overarching timeline, there's several smaller timelines that are seperate from one another except for the crossover games. I'm gonna go with describing the newer ones that you're most likely to be able to get your hands on and play; a lot of people complain that they lean into some anime-tropey stuff and are too easy, but tbh, that's a perk just as often as it isn't. Basically, it's Game of Thrones, but rated T and with more cute girls and old men who are friendly instead of creepy.

Tbh, it's a turn-based strategy game with visual novel elements for characterization, if strategy games aren't your thing and you're just interested in the characters, watching the support conversations on Youtube might be more your thing. All the characterization, none of the resetting the same goshdang level thirty times. Anyways, description of the games in passing, including a brief description of the plot concept, pros and cons, trigger warnings, and some characters you might be interested in if you're just looking up characters.

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Awakening: for the 3DS. Follows Robin, an amnesiac mage, after they're found in a field by a band of knights called the Shepherds. Involves the undead, a twink in a mask, timey-wimey shenangians, and the usual cast of oddballs you'd expect from a Fire Emblem game.

Pros of Awakening: customizable player character, intro of Casual mode (turns off permadeath) and the Pair Up system, which lets you put characters together for shipping reasons strategy and stat boosts. Also doubles as a shipping simulator, since you can pair off characters and meet their later in the game due to said timey-wimey shenangians.

Cons of Awakening: there are some....very concerning combos of names/skin tones/plot relevance for certain characters, so go in with a warning about implicit racism. Also if you like strategy games, this game is relatively easy to break and make "too easy," but tbh that's what Lunatic Mode (the Ultra Unfair Hard Mode) is for.

Trigger warnings across the main plot: underhanded politics, attempted assassinations, martyrdom, an optional character is implied to stalk Robin but idk how to tag that, identity crises, conflicts within a family, character who isn't you looks like you, backstory child abuse, an optional character is a bad portrayal of DID if you squint?

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Fates: is actually a group name for two games set in the same universe, and a DLC bonus story: Birthright, Conquest, and Revelations. All for the 3DS. All three games star Corrin, a pacifist raised in seclusion in the kingdom of Nohr. Each game reflects a different path Corrin can take in navigating the war between the nations of Nohr and Hoshido: Birthright has them stand with Hoshido, Conquest with Nohr, and Revelations has them strike out (nearly) alone. Each path has a completely different storyline, cast of characters, and difficulty curve.

Pros of Fates: honestly, the characters here cater the most to the avid pro-shipper and multi-shipper. I just love this cast. Both Nohr and Hoshido have four members of the royal family you can play and get to know, each of those royal family members has two retainers who are various levels of dedicated and/or unhinged, and the cast just widens and widens. Also a character customization and shipping simulator point for the same reasons Awakening gets it. Also, canon fujoshi rights (there's a character with a skill called Daydream, which boosts her stats when two male characters are paired up near her. one of us, one of us). Also the first game with canon queer characters: both Rhajat and Niles are bi.

Cons of Fates: unfortunately, the writing is kinda rushed or badly translated in some places. Also *shakes IntSys* my lore! Give me more lore! Also, iirc, you could get both physical games in a bundle for a discount when they came out, but not anymore, so it's sorta like Pokemon with version exclusives. Which is less fun, since you can't directly trade characters. Also the fandom for this game is RIFE with discourse, which is kinda sad bc I just wanna talk my ships with ppl sjxhdjdn

Trigger warnings for Fates: child abuse might as well be Nohr's middle name, in-universe racism (since Hoshido is p obviously Japan-inspired, and a lot of Nohrians are rancid to Hoshidans), kidnapping, on-screen murder, lots of fighting your loved ones (on both main routes, you gotta fight the playable characters from the other side AAA), su-c-de, death of sibling(s) in certain routes, demonic-like possession, there's like six characters people can read as bad mental illness rep, Niles especially is discourse bait for being a kinky (yes that's canon) bi man of color but also he's awesome so die mad antis

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Shadows of Valentia: for the 3DS. A remake of Gaiden, the second game in the series. Follows Alm, a farm boy from a small village in Zofia, and Celica, his childhood best friend. Zofia and the nation to its north, Rigel, are two nations ruled by the dragon gods Mila and Duma, respectively. Normally, they're in equilibrium, but Rigel is invading and Mila is missing, prompting Alm and Celica to independently investigate the problem.

Pros of SoV: the most like the old-school Fire Emblem games, but it also has the permadeath-off mode. also the first to be fully voice acted! The art style is gorgeous, and the plot was polished up from the old game--two characters names Berkut and Rinea were added, and they are PEAK OTP the diskhorse can die mad. Also the cast is pretty fun all around, from buddy squad and the older brother/dad figure they adopted along the way to "hello this is my gang of childhood friends, we're gonna kill a god" Also introduces Mila's Turnwheel, which lets you rewind your moves if you realize you goofed big time and screwed yourself over.

Cons of SoV: has the most references to other games, but you won't, like, be lost if you don't get them. You just might have a few interludes of "who tf is Camus/the White Wing Brigade/etc" but it's easy enough to look up on the wiki. Also tbh, the plot kinda drags in the middle, there's some filler battles to try and make it feel more realistic and it feels...weird. Also no custom character, you are Alm and Celica and you will Like It.

Trigger warnings for SoV: you know that thing where a girl character gets killed off for a guy character to angst over? the game starts with a fakeout version of that. also a character slowly goes mad over the course of the plot (but it's really well done imo?), there's some self-sacrifice stuff in there, classism is a major theme, possession/selling your soul™, there's a couple of levels where you're exploring tombs/prisons, I'm sure there's something else but I'm forgetting right now

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Three Houses: on the Switch. The newest game in the series, and the most polished imo? Stars Byleth, a wandering mercenary turned teacher at the Officer's Academy. The Academy, housed in Garreg Mach Monastery, teaches youths from across the land of Fodlan how to be warriors, commanders, and knights. Students are sorted into three houses based on their country of origin: the Black Eagles are from ghe Adrestian Empire, led by the heiress-apparent Edelgard; the Blue Lions are from the kingdom of Faerghus, led by prince Dimitri; and the Golden Deer are from the Leicester Alliance, led by Claude, grandson of the Duke. You choose one of these houses to lead, and then everything quickly goes sour.

Pros of Three Houses: It's such a rich experience! The music is incredible, there's so much lore, and you can wander around the Monastery and hang out with the students to your heart's content. Also, it's four storylines for the price of one, even if they're all relatively similar in the first half. It does a pretty solid job of weaving together its themes into a satisfying narrative that will make you consider everyone involved. Also we got our first bi main lord (Edelgard) and non-white main lord (Claude is mixed race) in one fell swoop! Also, given the setting, it's teacher/student ship heaven.

Cons of Three Houses: just gonna come right out and say it: one of the villainous factions in the game is pretty substantially tied up with some anti-semitic tropes. There's no way to ignore it, it's just bleh, and I'm not gonna send anyone in without that warning. Also, though there's some characters you can persuade to switch sides, or spare, there's no route where there's a happy ending for everyone. Also there are so many people who are fake deep about the themes of the game, so be ready for the worst takes imaginable about your faves. also super trigger heavy, see below.

Trigger warnings: MANY. Garreg Mach and the Church of Seiros are very reminiscent of catholic religious stuff, for anyone with religion triggers, blood in cutscenes, death of a parent, death of a sibling (different characters), major gaslighting vibes in some places, lots of people going unhinged, some white savior™ vibes in places, body horror, creepy ass weaponry, backstory genoc-de (mostly not related to the anti-semitism), blood magic (definitely related to the anti-semitism), in general it goes to a lot more effort than the other games to make you think about what's Actually going on, even if it doesn't always work.

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As for characters you'd like, if you just want to look some characters up, my recommendations based on what I understand about you include:

Awakening: Libra fits 'gnc man of the cloth' so well it's actually a conversation in game: "so what's a woman of the cloth doing here?" "...man, sir, man of the cloth." And Then He Never Gets Misgendered Again. Also Nowi's supports sometimes feel like a jab at antis-- she's a manakete, a person who can transform into a dragon. Manaketes also grow really slowly, as in "middle aged looking manaketes are like 1000 years old," so she's got major baby face and copes with being mistaken for a teenager by making jokes. Also Gregor, who she first appears with, is pretty fun--older mercenary with a thick accent who is like 80% here for a good time. Also Walhart, who's a villain but got some content added as DLC.

Fates: any interactions between Corrin, Leo, and/or Camilla are probably right up your alley--Camilla is obsessively protective over her siblings in a way that's Very Definitely Platonic™, and Leo also canonically has a crush on her in something that was cut in the English release. Also Gunther--once upon a time he was your classic knight in shining armor, now he's semi-retired, Corrin's personal guard, and covered in scars (and his voice is gorgeous too)

Echoes: my biased answer is to listen to every single line Ian Sinclair read for Berkut because he absolutely did NOT have to go that hard. My actual answer is to point you in the direction of the pegasus sisters Catria, Palla and Est, or maybe the older gentleman who's the head of the Priory, I forgot his name oops abbdbd. Also Clive is a devoted husband to one Mathilda, who looks just like an older version of his sister Clair 🤔

Three Houses: knowing you, you'd adore Hanneman--an older professor who's extremely passionate about his work, to the point where he tends to forget personal space and such. Also Seteth, like I mentioned before (join me in simping for him and his gorgeous pecs) and like, honestly, I know ppl make jokes about Alois but he's rlly good. Soft, awkward but he doesn't care, dad jokes everywhere. And also Mercedes, both because she's the biggest sweetheart imaginable and everyone should love her, but also bc she is just walking potential for the kinds of stuff you post on this blog. On one hand, she's the oldest student at the Academy and attached at the hip to one of the youngest, Annette (tho people act like they have a way bigger age gap then they actually do) and on the other hand, she has a long-lost half brother she can encounter (who I will not name for HUGE HUGE spoilers reasons) who she spends the rest of her life with in one of her endings. Heck, he has three possible endings total! Total!

Basically I brought the games up bc I'm used to being on the side of the fandom where everyone shoos anything uncomfortable under the rug, but there's so much material here that's being wasted I SWEAR

If you have any other questions I can send another anon? Your call! Thanks for hearing me out I love ur blog :3

OKAY!!! sorry for answering so late, but this ask was pretty much a BOOK (not that I´m complaining though! thank you so much! ;;u;;)

and from what I read here, I THINK if I´m going off on my first fire emblem adventure, I´ll try and pick up three houses if I get the chance! I have read your trigger warnings (thank you so much! ;u;) and I think I can take it! >:3

again though, I am really, really not a fan of anime and the anime artstyle in general (blergh! XP) so I´m not sure how I´ll cope with that in particular, but then again, an artstyle does not make a game! u3u

AND HANNEMAN SOUNDS LIKE A WINNER TO ME!! I looked him up and OOOF!!! he may not have NEARLY as many wrinkles as I´d like him to have, but the facial hair is definitely a step in the right direction! ;3c

NOW YOU GOT ME INTERESTED!!

LETS GO!!!!!!!!!!!!! (╯°□°）╯︵ ┻━┻

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kaleenjackson · 6 years

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Advent: Day 8

This is so late! I am so sorry my dear readers. I am hoping that this was worth the wait and there will be a second one posted tonight as well.

Pairings: Winterfrost (Bucky x Loki), Stony (Steve X Tony -Background)

Warnings: Language, homophobic slurs

Note: "The Twelve Pains of Christmas" - Bob Rivers

Dec 8

Presents

“The ninth thing at Christmas that's such a pain to me… Finding parking spaces!” Tony sang along with the song on the radio as they circled the mall for the fourth time. Living out in the middle of nowhere in a secret compound made some things interesting. Including shopping for gifts.

Steve had insisted that they go to a mall, like normal people. The only one of them who came close to pulling off normal was Steve. Otherwise they were a former assassin, a billionaire, playboy, etcetera, etcetera and a would-be alien god-king. Tony was excited to get out to where the people were. Bucky had been suckered in by Steve and had dragged Loki with them saying that they couldn't leave him without supervision.

Loki knew it was actually because he was just gonna be a third wheel with the other two. Having been the useless appendage in more than one situation with Thor he had agreed.

“We should go to the Carol Sing at the united church tomorrow night guys.” Steve said as “The 12 Pains of Christmas” finished.

“A church Stevie? Really? Of everyone in this vehical you and Loki are the most likely to be found in one.” Bucky groaned.

“Yeah, you would be there to pray and Loki would be tryin' to convert the priest.” Tony added sarcastically. Loki snickered and nodded. “See I'm right. Why the hell would anyone of us go to a church?”

“It's caroling Tony, not even an actual service. I think it would be fun for everyone to get out the compound.”

“Another field trip? Punk some of us are happier just staying out of the public eye. Just ‘cause you and your boyfriend are well loved…”

“Buuuuck…” Steve whined.

“We'll see. Lets just get this done and over with.” Bucky sighed as they finally found a parking spot.

“Alrighty Reindeer Games, make us blend in.” Tony turned and grinned at Loki.

Loki made a show of cracking his knuckles and looked each man in the SUV in the eye. A moment later they were examining the slight differences he had given them.

Bucky was clean shaven and his hair short like it had been in the forties. It was eerie to see that reflection again. Steve's blond hair was now brown and his beard made him look like a lumberjack.

“You shaved my goatee! What the fuck Loki! And my hair! Oh My God look at what he did to my hair Capcicle. It looks ridiculous.” Tony looked near tears.

“I like it Tony. Fits the whole mad scientist thing you've been doing lately. And look at Loki, he looks like a school teacher.” Steve attempted to placate the scientist.

Bucky looked at the Asgardian and was impressed. His long black hair was pulled back and a pair of simple gold rimmed glasses sat over his now green-blue eyes. Just those simple changes and suddenly four of the most feared and well-known faces might just pass for a lumberjack, a teacher, a mechanic and… well Stark was still Stark but he might not be quite so easily recognized.

“But my hair…” Tony whimpered.

Steve kissed him. They hadn't kissed in front of anyone. Bucky looked from them to Loki who winked at him.

“C’mon my madman, let's go get Christmas gifts boys.” Steve kissed him again gently.

“He likes my hair like this. Did you know he would?” Tony looked at Loki as the climbed out of the SUV. Loki shrugged. Bucky stood next to him.

“I have a bad feeling about today. I don't like crowds and that…” He pointed at the building, “Is full of nothing but crowds.”

“You'll be fine Bucky. Besides, I don't intend to wandering off seeing as I need to be constantly supervised.” Loki smiled. “By the way, look at your hands.”

Looking down Bucky realized he had forgotten his gloves, but Loki had dealt with that too. “That… is so… wrong Loki. It's so weird.” Bucky smiled. “Thanks Mischief.” He placed his now very normal looking left hand on Loki's shoulder.

It took fifteen minutes for Bucky to stop talking. For a moment Loki thought he was just looking for another topic until he felt a heavy hand on his shoulder.

Bucky's eye were unfocused as Loki turned to look at him.

“Bucky… are you alright?” Loki asked as softly as he dared. “Bucky?”

Bucky shook his head. “Too many exits… too many places too be hidden…” Loki gently pushed Bucky down into a chair.

“Stay there and don't move. I will be back with Rogers.” Loki kept his tone firm, like a command. Bucky nodded.

Grateful for having long ass legs for once, Loki sprinted through the mall looking of the secret power couple of the year. Cursing, he wished he hadn't made them blend in so well.

“Reindeer!” He heard someone yell. Stopping and turning he saw both Steve and Tony running after him.

“Oh thank the gods. Something's wrong with Bucky. He's all… blank…” Loki managed to pant out.

“He's having a flashback I think. Where did you leave him?” Steve said, his calm demener not hiding the panic in his eyes.

“Follow.” Loki took off again with the other two trying to keep up.

Bucky didn't notice they had arrived until Steve put his hands on his shoulders.

“Buck? You in there?”

“Too much risk of incidental damage. Too easily spotted…” Bucky shook his head and looked at Steve. “I need to get out. Too target rich…”

“Is there another place where we could shop?” Loki asked.

“Yeah. There were some little shops on our way here.” Tony said quietly. Seeing Bucky fighting to not have a panic attack was a bit too close to home for him.

“One of us should get him-“ Loki cut Steve off.

“I can take him down to the other shops. I dislike the crowds as well and he brought me here to keep an eye on me. Does that work for both of you?”

Tony and Steve looked at each other. Tony shrugged.

“Fine. Just don't do anything… unusual Loki.”

“I know there is a tracker in my phone. You'll see anything I do anyway.” Loki snarled at Steve.

“Breathe boys.” Tony said calmly. “Get outta here Reindeer Games. Take the Manchurian Candidate with ya and have fun. Cap and I will shop till we drop and come get you when we finish. Sound good?” He clearly flirted with Steve as he spoke. Loki nodded sharply.

Helping Bucky to his feet he spoke softly. “See you in a few hours then Stark.”

“See you then. C’mon Mon Capitain. And Loki…” Stark said as he lead Steve away. “Nice talkin' to yeah.”

They were a few blocks from the mall when Bucky finally shook the last of his weird moment off.

“Thanks for getting them to agree to let us leave.”

“What was I supposed to do. Let your mind slip to a dangerous place. I know you're armed. We both are but it would have been reckless to allow you to become danerous.”

Bucky shook his head. “Still not used to people being nice to ya, are you Mischief?”

Loki looked at him.

“Really. Thank you for what you did. You didn't have to say you would stay with me or even go get help. You even talked to them.”

“Well I needed too… I'm not a villian remember. I knew that I needed to do something. Besides, I wanted to get out if that damned place… Thanks for not asking Steven to accompany you instead.” Loki let his head fall.

“Like I wanted to interrupt their date. Then I would have to deal with mopey Steve, and they only thing worse than a mopey Steve is a mopey Tony.” Bucky laughed. “Relax Loki. I'm not mad. C'mon lets go grab something to drink.”

“I still can't believe that worked to convince them to sell you a frozen hot chocolate.” Bucky said as he sipped on a real hot chocolate.

“I did some reading and apparently it is actually a thing in some colder climates to indulge in a frozen beverage in the cold. Making the excuse of being Canadian was just icing on the cake, helps sell the story.” Loki smiled around the straw of his drink. Like it had the night before something about it drew Bucky's eye. “You wanna try some Barnes?” Loki offered the cup to him. Without taking the cup Bucky took a sip.

In the back of his mind Loki wondered if this wasn't starting to get beyond friendly territory. That maybe he was letting a bit too much of his feelings show.

Shopping turned out to be easy. Bucky had a general idea of everyone's likes which was helpful and Loki was quick with knowing what he wanted to do for each member of the team. Every single gift was hilariously perfect for it's recipient.

“You know, your boyfriend looks just like this guy.” The cashier smiled as he bagged the action figure of Loki. It was Tony's gift. Loki was going to customize it so it had reindeer antlers and a red nose.

“He's not my boyfriend, just a good friend. And you think he looks like a crazy killer alien?” Bucky had just spent five minutes listening to Loki bitch about how they'd made him look like an idiot. Now this guy…

“Just ‘cause the dude was nuts doesn't mean he wasn't hot.” The guy leaned in as he spoke. “So is he to be honest.”

Bucky laughed. “I just wanna get my stuff and go man.”

The cashier chuckled as he took the cash. “Just sayin'. Have a great day gents.”

Loki winked at the cashier.

“Don’t encourage him Loki.” Bucky knocked his friend’s shoulder as they started down the street. “He liked the action figure.”

“That’s thing is an insult to my apperance. Please tell me he didn’t…”

“Said you look just like it.”

“Damn.” Loki shook his head. “So any other places that you too drag me, Barnes?”

“I just wanna find a bookstore.” Bucky leaned over and stole another sip of Loki’s drink.

“You know this was supposed to be my drink.” Loki smiled with an eyebrow cocked.

“You have good taste.”

Out of no where a slushball slammed into Loki’s cheek.

“Goddammed Faggots!” Some asshole yelled. Bucky was only sightly faster than Loki. He grabbed the thin man.

“Don’t.”

Loki cursed in some strange language. Bucky kept his grip on him tight.

“Fuckin’ twink. You need your ‘Daddy’ to keep you in line sweetheart.” The guy sneered as he walked up to them.

Bucky looked at his ward. “If you know what’s good for ya, you’ll go inside that shop and not do anything… unusual.”

“Barnes…” He snarled.

“That’s right you little ass-cunt. Do as he says and run along like a good boy.” Bucky was gonna stab this guy.

“Your highness, now.”

Loki understood by his guardian’s tone and the sound of his arm shifting that he needed to do as he was told. He backed away and entered whatever shop was behind him.

“How can I help you sir?” The shop keep asked as Loki stopped in the middle of the store. It was a pet store. “Hey man, I don’t want any trouble and your a… friend looks like he might be…”

“Trouble. Not as much as I can be sometimes.” Loki smiled but it faultered as he realized what the man had implied about him and Bucky.

“You alright mister?”

“No… I’m not.” Loki shook his head. “Do you have somewhere I might calm down?” He could feel himself loosing control of his abilities.

When Bucky returned to the pet store he was very shocked. Loki was laying on the floor with a kitten on his chest.

“Is he dead?” The shop keep laughed.

“No, but he might be asleep.”

“Neither. Please tell me you killed that man for his comments.” Loki said, not looking at either man, but rather the small white kitten on his chest.

“No, but his now ex fiancee might. Turns out her brother is gay and hearing what he called you, she was about ready to slash his throat in front of me. No blood on our hands.” Bucky knelt down. “What’s this little fluff-butt’s name?”

“She doesn’t have one yet. Her and her litter mates just arrived from the adoption centre this morning. She went right to him when I brought them out.”

Bucky gave the man a questioning look.

“I tell you, this works every time. We get people havin’ a bad day come in here all the time and I just sit them down, ask if they prefer cats or dogs and then bring a few avalible adoptees out to meet them. Gets a few who might not have found a home into the right hearts I think.”

“You look like you stuck your paw in an inkwell little Trixie kitten. I wish I could take you home with me but Stark would throw a shit fit if I walked in with a kitten.” Loki stroked the small critter. As Bucky admired how calm she made his ward he noticed that her front right paw was black.

“Wait you don’t mean The Stark do you?” The shopkeeper asked in awe.

“C’mon Mischief. Before either of us gets into any more trouble.”

“Holy shit. You guys know Stark? But that would make you…”

Bucky smiled deviously. “Nothing more than a ghost story and a rumor. You really can’t keep the kitten Loki, don’t even try it.”

The shopkeep started as Loki set the tiny kitten down on the counter. “Can you keep this to yourself or should I make it that this never happened."

“I am privy to a lot of info. People spill there guts to these little guys. If they can keep a secret, so can I."

Loki nodded and stepped outside. He wanted the kitten but knew Bucky would stop that from happening. It took Bucky a few minutes to join him.

“He won’t talk.”

“Good. Have you done any shopping Bucky?”

“I just need the bookstore.”

Tony was in a great mood when he found Bucky and Loki lounging in the bookstore. Bucky had two crates of books and Loki had bags from most of the shops in the small town.

“Looks like today went well.”

“You could say that. How ‘bout you and the Punk. Enjoy your date?”

“It wasn’t a date Barnes. Just two friends out shopping.”

“Anthony, you kissed Steven in the SUV. Accept the fact that this was an outing for the two of you.” Loki barely glanced over the top of the book he was reading.

“I could say the same of you two.”

“We aren’t a couple.” They said in unison. Tony laughed.

“C’mon. I need to get Capsicle home before one of us has to carry him inside. I might have pushed him a bit hard with the shopping. Passed out on me on the way over.”

“Good job Stark. Now he's gonna be up at three in the morning wantin’ me to go for a run.” Bucky groaned. “You two are gettin’ up with me if that's the case.”

“No way!” Tony said getting in.

Loki shook his head. There was nothing that Bucky could bribe him with that could get him up that early.

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joeckfic-blog · 7 years

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Caspar’s giggly, his lips already stained burgundy from the wine. Joe thinks he probably looks no better.

‘Put it on!’ Caspar giggles, thrusting the heap of tulle and there’s a little voice right in the back of Joe’s mind telling him this could be a bad idea, but he finally relents and takes the feather-light bundle of white fabric from Caspar.

Caspar lets out another quick giggle before he can smother it with his hand. He pulls down the hem of his tight pink dress, tottering in his bubblegum kitten heels, and Joe starts to laugh again, loud and unabashed as he strips off his jumper.

‘You’re sure we won’t get into trouble?’ Joe asks, pushing his jeans down to bunch around his ankles.

Caspar sighs and tosses the pair of feathered wings at Joe. Joe flinches and giggles.

‘Josh is taking us, we’ll be fine.’ Caspar takes another swig from the wine bottle.

Joe shimmies the light fabric up his thighs. Caspar starts to giggle when he gets it up to his waist, chuckling into his palm before Joe pinches at a thin spaghetti strap and pulls up until he can slip his arm through and pull the one strap up onto his shoulder, then the next. He gets his arm stuck about halfway through, and that has Caspar finally giving in and laughing, falling back onto his desk chair and guffawing.

Joe feels painfully vulnerable in the situation, but finds himself giggling along. ‘What?’ he begs, dragging out the word as he manages to finally slip the strap up onto his shoulder.

‘That was my sister’s when she was twelve! And you fit into it!’

Joe doesn’t really get why Caspar’s laughing so hard, but he finds himself joining him until he’s tripping back onto the bed and curling in as his belly starts to ache with it.

By the time Joe’s calmed down, he’s gotten used to the feeling of the soft tulle against his skin. Caspar throws him a pair of socks, and Joe gives him a soft smile as he pulls them up to mid-calf. He pulls on his ratty tennis shoes and ties them with little bows before running a hand through his messy hair.

Caspar totters to the bathroom and Joe follows after him, standing back and watching in the mirror as Caspar slathers his lips in bright pink lipstick and does his eyes up in bright blue eye shadow. When Caspar starts ruffling his hair, Joe takes the time to look himself over, toying with the delicate hem of the dress.

It’s white and clings to his chest, gauzy and pure with two thin straps over the milky skin of his shoulders. At the waist, the dress flares into multiple layers of soft tulle, all different lengths with the longest ending at the top of his thighs. He thinks he looks good, almost pretty even, but maybe he’s wrong. He runs his fingers through his shower-soft hair and fluffs it with his fingertips as Caspar slips a pink hair bow into his hair.

‘Hurry up!’ a deep voice comes from Caspar’s room, and Caspar blows his reflection a kiss, his cheeks pink more from tipsy-ness than the blusher, before he’s cursing out a reply, and Joe’s trailing after him, suddenly bashful at the thought of showing other people what he’s wearing.

Caspar plucks up the feathery wings from next to his bed and passes them to Joe, wobbling in the short heels as he picks the glittery pink handbag off his desk then the length of gold ribbon, handing it to Joe, before he can smile at his brother in the doorway. ‘Ready!’

His friend, Josh, looks up from his phone and raises his eyebrows at Caspar, his lips twitching into a smile.

‘Playboy bunny?’ he asks, and Joe thinks he might also be a bit tipsy judging by his slur.

Caspar pouts and totters over to him, slapping his shoulder. ‘Barbie.’

Josh rolls his eyes and reaches to ruffle Caspar’s hair, making Caspar relent and laugh, trotting off down the stairs. Josh hangs in the doorway as Joe ties the gold ribbon around his head, tying a neat little bow at the front before swiveling it to the back. He pulls the wings on one elastic hoop at a time, adjusting the straps to lie over those of the dress before he’s shuffling them about so the wings are sitting evenly and the feathers tickle his shoulder blades.

Josh’s smiling at him from the doorway when Joe turns around, with softness in his eyes. ‘Don’t tell Caspar I said this,’ he starts, tucking his phone into the pocket of his leather trousers, ‘but you look a lot prettier than he does.’

Joe thinks the pink on his cheeks isn’t because of alcohol or blusher.

When they get there, Joe’s got butterflies flapping around in his tummy and he feels a bit nauseous, not helped by Josh’s driving or Caspar’s loud music choice.

Josh leads them into the flat-block, where music courses through the walls from all the different Halloween parties, and Joe’s hand finds Caspar’s as Josh presses the lift button.

Under the harsh lighting of the lift, Joe thinks he can see what Josh meant. Caspar looks bright and flashy in messy make-up, while Joe looks soft and plain, the slight gold tint of his skin making sure he doesn’t blend into the pure white of the dress or the angel wings. Caspar nudges him sharply with an elbow in his side when the lift jumps and Joe loses his stomach on another floor as they step out.

Joe watches as Josh leads them to the right door, his hips swaying with bravado to suit his Russel Brand costume as he pushes open a door without knocking and holds it open for Caspar and Joe to step through.

It’s loud and even though the flat is rather large, it’s full with people occupying every space. Josh drifts away immediately, going in to hug a girl dressed as a nurse and leaving Joe and Caspar in the doorway.

‘Remember, you’re eighteen,’ Caspar whispers into his ear, before his rough fingers are circling Joe’s wrist and he’s pulling him into it. Caspar pulls him along to where there’s a table set up for beer pong, his game, and one of the boys playing gets distracted by him and starts laughing. Caspar lets go of his wrist and asks to play the next round.

Joe has the aim and coordination of a newborn calf, so he takes to resting back against the display cabinet to the side of the table as Caspar sets up the next game.

Sometime into it, as Caspar’s gulping down something that slips more down his chin than his throat, someone rests next to Joe, nylon against his bare thigh.

He turns his head to look at the man beside him. ‘Hi,’ he offers, somewhat shyly. The man looks at him, his eyes bright and lined in black with a mouth the colour of blood. He has plastic red horns peeking out from the scruffy mess of blonde hair.

‘Hi,’ he copies, his mouth twisting up.

Joe doesn’t know what else to say, so he leaves at that, except, he finds that he wants to keep looking at him, so he sneaks a short sideways glance, hiding under his soft fringe and tucking his lip between his teeth. He swallows down the line of the man’s throat, the bone of his jaw, the sweep of his lashes, before he’s caught and the man looks back at him, his lips set in a filthy smirk.

‘See something you like, babe?’ he asks, and Joe feels his cheeks flame hotter than hell.

‘It’s Joe,’ he offers, ducking his chin and staring at where he tangles his fingers in front of his groin.

‘Jack,’ the man replies, but his teeth dig into his lip and he bites like he knows that Joe’s eyes are going to watch it, before he adds, ‘You should know that though, because this is my flat, and this is an invitation only party.’

Joe’s blood stops and ices in his veins, and his eyes widen. He looks to Caspar, finding him to be celebrating with a boy with messy hair and big brown eyes, not noticing the panic obvious on Joe’s face.

He’s about to stutter out an apology when Jack takes a sip from his cup and pushes off from the cabinet and calls a cocky ‘Follow me,’ behind him, already sure that Joe’s going to follow him.

Joe does.

He trails after him, through the masses of people that seem to part for Jack, shadowing behind him quietly before Jack’s stopping at a door and pulling a keyring from his pocket, unlocking the door before stepping in and holding it open for Joe.

‘I generally prefer to be the only one who fucks in my bed.’ Jack explains, locking the door after them with a click that makes shivers rise at the back of Joe’s neck. Joe rests back against what he guesses must be Jack’s desk, resting his bum over his notebooks as Jack plucks at the devil ears, tossing them to his bed. ‘So, what’s a little twink like you doing in my flat?’ he asks with a wicked grin as he takes a step to where Joe’s standing.

‘I came with my friend’s friend. Josh?’ he offers, grabbing at the desk so that his fingers don’t start to tap nervously.

Jack hums and steps closer, up until he’s almost in Joe’s space.

‘How old are you, Joe?’ he asks, his eyes flashing.

‘Almost eighteen.’ Joe blurts before he can remember to lie, instantly digging his teeth into his lower lip.

‘So, seventeen?’

Joe nods, then looks down to his feet, somewhere between embarrassed and ashamed.

Jack grins and Joe can almost feel the heat of his skin. ‘You’re so young. Sweet, little angel.’ His fingers walk along the edge of the desk, towards Joe’s, and Joe gulps.

Jack takes a deep breath then, mouth close enough to Joe's that he thinks if he just took one more step and tilted up, he could kiss him, let him taste the wine on his tongue. ‘You a virgin?’ he asks next, stepping closer to Joe so they stand almost chest to chest. He rests his hands over Joe’s where they grip the edge of his desk. His teeth look sharp, and his eyes look like bare electricity.

Joe thinks back to the time with Caspar and the bottle of his older sister’s vodka that he’d hidden in his backpack. He thinks back to the game of spin the bottle that ended with him and Caspar in a bathroom with hands in each other’s pants before they’d giggled and run upstairs to Caspar’s bedroom where he’d opened Joe up using lube found in his parent’s room and how he’d fucked Joe under his duvet with his tongue in his mouth. Joe remembers biting into his shoulder as he came and not being able to walk the next day.

He shakes his head slowly, his cheeks flushing even brighter under Jack’s scrutiny as Jack curls his fingers over Joe’s hands, steps closer so their chests brush.

‘Your costume’s a bit misleading then, don’t you think?’ he asks, and before Joe can reply, he’s got soft lips against his that kiss his mouth open before he can take a deep breath. Jack tastes like spirits and Joe almost whimpers as Jack wraps an arm around his waist and pulls him to his chest, nudging a thigh between Joe’s own. Joe gasps then, Jack’s tongue teasing his as he holds Joe’s body close to him and Joe wraps his arms around his neck, Jack slipping his hand down to cup his arse through the tulle.

‘Would you like me to fuck you, princess?’ he asks, dragging his lips over Joe’s cheek and breathing against his ear. His stubble tickles Joe’s skin.

Joe bites into his lower lip, tries to calm his mind and thinks about it for a second before he nods, eyes squeezed tight. Jack nips at his earlobe.

‘Can you get yourself naked for me angel?’ Jack steps away from him, hooking his thumbs into his bright red tights as Joe takes a deep breath to collect himself before pushing off the elastic bands of the angel wings and letting them rest on the desk.

Jack pulls his red jumper off, tossing it into a heap and kicking his tights off absently, standing in nothing but black pants. Joe pinches the hem of the dress between his fingers before he’s pulling the dress up, over his body. He gulps as he toes off his tennis shoes, setting the gauzy dress over Jack’s messy work as he tries to toe his socks off. Jack pulls his underwear down his thighs with little care and stands bare but for the necklace hanging between his collarbones, leaving Joe to twist his fingers and squeeze his eyes shut as he pushes down the waistband of his underwear.

He wraps his fist around his semi, trying to rationalize in his mind for a moment before he thinks of Caspar and thinks that maybe he should do what Caspar would and just relax and enjoy the situation. He slips the gold ribbon out of his hair before he turns to face Jack with a new bout of confidence.

Jack sits down on the mattress, leaning against the pillow as he roams his eyes up Joe’s body with dark eyes as his canines bite into his red lip. Joe gingerly climbs onto the mattress, kneeling at the foot as his hands subtly try to cover his semi in the process. Joe takes a second to properly track down Jack's body, from the gold of his collar bones down the muscle of his arms, the soft of his stomach and down the light hair under his navel, to where his cock lies, almost full and flushed. Joe's mouth runs wet; he's a lot bigger than Caspar was. He can feel the heat of Jack's eyes tracing over him at the same time.

Jack rests back on the bed, body golden against his cream coloured sheets. Joe can feel the bass of the music outside the room, hard and heavy and sweaty as he kneels onto the mattress, his knees sinking in to the soft mattress.

Jack beckons him closer with a raise of his eyebrow followed by a crook of his finger. Joe crawls closer to him, settling himself to hover half over his body as Jack tilts his chin up and Joe leans down, pressing his mouth against Jack’s.

He holds himself with his palm flat against the sheets, tucked into the crook of Jack’ underarm, his other palm flat on the other side of Jack’s neck. Jack reaches across to the bedside table, grabs the sachet of lube and tears it open as he licks into the spread of Joe’s mouth, his knuckles brushing against Joe’s quivering stomach as he does.

Jack reaches to let his hand map down Joe’s spine, wedging Joe’s wrist into the crease of his underarm in the process.

His palm settles over his tailbone as Joe shifts his knees wider, spreads himself, as Jack’s fingers dip and circle around his rim, sticky and teasing. Joe barely has a second to take a deep breath before Jack presses and his first then second fingertip slip in.

Jack presses his fingers in till the knuckle, not bothering with giving Joe adjustment time and just tracing the roof of his mouth with his dirty tongue as distraction. Joe squeaks, Jack spreading his fingers into a V.

He’s quick with it, crooking and crimping his fingers to loosen Joe up around them, not bothering with pleasuring Joe with it. He thrusts his fingers fast into Joe, slick and wet with lube until he’s nipping at Joe’s lower lip and finally pressing his middle finger over Joe’s sweet spot, crooked at awkward angle and pressing with such surety that Joe gasps, a bead of precum bubbling from the head of his cock and dripping down onto sheet.

Joe reaches down to wrap his fingers under his cock's head, catching the wetness still on the head with his thumb and stroking down as Jack teases his tongue along Joe’s teeth, drawing his fingers from Joe’s arse and rubbing them off over his hole, covering him with excess lube. Jack grabs a handful of his arse, kneading his fingers in before squeezing and pulling him apart even more.

Jack pulls back, holding Joe’s lower lip between his sharp teeth and giving Joe’s arse a quick slap.

He pulls himself out from under Joe’s body, slipping off the bed. Joe settles to sit with his bum against his calves, body feeling a bit hot as he watches Jack dig through the bedside table. Jack runs his skinny fingers through his piled hair, pulling on the strands as he pulls a foil square from the draw, lifting it towards his mouth and biting down on the foil with his sharp teeth.

‘Do you have to-’ Joe starts, but the words die in his throat as Jack’s eyes flick to him, hard and dark.

‘Do I have to what?’ he asks, tearing the foil with his fingertips. Joe watches as he plucks at the disc of latex. Jack raises an eyebrow and Joe looks down to his knees, feeling disgustingly vulnerable and childish under his harsh gaze.

‘Do you have to wear one?’ Joe asks softly, pinching at the sheets with his fingertips. They’re rich, expensive; the type he’d bought his mum for mother’s day with her money when he was eleven.

‘You must have failed sex ed.’ Jack snorts, and Joe looks up under his fringe to watch as Jack rolls the condom over his cock, pinching at the tip as rolls it down to base. Joe eyes the tip of his cock, flushed angry red to match the shade of his lips. Jack climbs back onto the bed, reaches for Joe’s jaw and grips just under the both of his ears, his fingers stretching so his palm presses to Joe’s throat. Jack tips his head up, leans in and presses his mouth open by pulling down on his jaw. He leans in and licks into Joe’s mouth, his tongue hot and slow. ‘Unsafe sex leads to unwanted teen pregnancy and STD’s.’

Joe moans as Jack licks apart at his mouth, his eyes fluttering shut. Jack draws back much too soon, reaching back to the bedside table for the second lube sachet.

‘Can you move here for me, babe? Face on the pillow and ass in the air for me, alright?’ he commands absently, ripping open the foil as Joe complies, his body folding as he shifts to press his forehead against the feather pillow, his arms folded. He shifts his knees wider, feeling his cheeks colour as he spreads himself open for Jack.

He holds position, just listening to the thrum of the music and the sound of Jack working himself slowly, before Jack touches him, rubs his slick fingertips over his rim before pressing his middle finger back inside of him, precautionary.

‘Actually...’ Jack starts once he’s wiped his fingers off on the spread. He settles his hands on Joe’s hips before running them down his thighs, his fingers curling around the front of each thigh and pulling back until Joe’s resting on his front, cock smushed up against the duvet. Jack makes a sound of approval in his throat, hands running back up to Joe’s hips before squeezing his bum, spreading him open again. He gives no warning before he’s nudging two fingers back inside. ‘Better.’

Joe gasps as Jack spreads his fingers, fucking them in slowly, until he’s satisfied and draws them out. Jack slowly drags his fingers over Joe’s hole, just tracing it, before he’s wrapping his fist back around himself and Joe’s gripping onto the pillow, his forehead against the cover as Jack holds him open and shifts his weight on the bed.

Jack presses against him, his cock hot and slick as he pulls Joe apart and presses his hips forward. He teases his cock head over Joe’s hole, letting it slip and catch to the point that Joe’s ready to open his mouth and beg, but then he shifts his hips forward and rests his hands on the mattress on either side of Joe, leaning his body to hover over Joe’s back as he pushes inside him. Joe takes a deep breath; lungs feeling compacted as Jack slowly fills him.

Jack presses until his hip bones press against Joe arse, curving his body over Joe so he can nip at the shell of his ear, breath hot against his skin. Joe’s eyes squeeze shut, his mouth falling open and face turning so his cheek presses against the pillow.

Jack nips at his earlobe, kissing right under Joe’s ear after, and shifts his hips in small figure eights before he draws back slightly on to fuck back in. He jumps straight into easy rhythm, the pendant of his necklace resting between Joe’s shoulder blades as he slowly fucks him. Joe moans softly, his cock grinding against the duvet as Jack’ hips grind against his bum.

Jack draws out further; fucking Joe in slow, even strokes that make Joe’s chest flutter between heavy breaths and gasps. Jack nips just below his ear, picking up half-pace as Joe starts to sweat beneath his hairline. Jack’s fingers clench in the sheet, and he kisses at Joe’s jaw, softly as his cock drags in and out with thrusts designed to rub over his spot.

Jack adds a hint more power and Joe moans, burying his face in the pillow as Jack breathes out over his ear with hot and heavy breaths. His hips fuck into Joe with an easy, languid grace, slow but strong and confident. His brow furrows as a high sound works out his throat, and Jack breathes out into the nape of his neck before pressing a kiss there, just over the first bump of his spine.

‘You good, princess?’ Jack asks, slowing his hips as Joe clenches down around him and nods. Jack looks down between them, drags his hips back until he’s just got the tip of his cock inside Joe, and then lets himself push back in, moulding over the shape of his back as his slaps his hips against Joe’s arse slightly.

Joe gasps as Jack fucks in and against his prostate, his hands slipping to grip at the sheet and his fingers clenching as he bites into his lip. Jack’s breath is heavy and stable at the back of his neck, much more calm than his slowly quickening thrusts inside Joe.

Jack presses deeper as he holds himself back up, his pendant slipping over Joe’s hot skin as Jack gives a strong thrust and stays, buried to hilt, inside Joe. He presses his hips further forward, shifting Joe against the duvet as he grinds his cock inside of Joe.

Joe’s toes point, thighs sprawled open with Jack between them. Jack holds for a count of four before he thrusts back into him, straight back into his quickened pace that has Joe’s calves lifting off the bed before he can dig his toes back into the duvet as Jack leans in to plant a wet kiss at the corner of his mouth as he puffs out heavy breaths. Joe gasps, a moan caught in his throat, and Jack takes opportunity to claim his kiss, pressing their mouths together and twining their tongues as Joe’s skin flushes while Jack’s hips slap against his arse.

Jack tastes him as Joe pours his moans past his lips, Jack fucking him faster and settling his hand on Joe’s flank and rubbing with his palm, such contrast to the rhythm of his hips. Joe thinks he feels like a he could be a athlete, with the way his hips move fluidly and take what they want, claim Joe’s body.

Jack bucks his hips once, twice, then again before he pulls back from the kiss, pushing himself back onto his knees and slipping from Joe’s body. Joe whimpers, turning his head so he can watch as Jack reaches for the sachet again and squeezes the rest onto his fingers, wrapping them around his thick length.

Joe twists his neck to watch Jack tease the head of his cock through the latex, watches as he digs his sharp teeth into his full lower lip and his eyes flutter shut. Joe’s mouth gets wet at the thought of sucking his cock, tasting his precome as it dribbles down his throat and how his fingers would twist and pull his hair. Jack moans softly before pressing his hand back to the centre of Joe’s arse cheek, pulling him open and directing his cock to press against his hole.

He thrusts in fast, his palms flat in the sweaty creases of his underarms as he fucks Joe hard and fast enough that his back arches and his head tilts up, a long moan wracked from his throat. Joe drops to smother himself with the pillow, his mouth open wide and breathing out wet into the cover as Jack bucks into him.

Jack noses at his hairline, mixing in long, slow strokes between every couple of quick fucks. Joe can feel the tight muscle of his lower stomach with every hard thrust into him, and he whimpers before his hands are scrabbling and fitting over Jack’s, almost shaking as their fingers twist together. Joe’s elbow presses into Jack’s and Jack laughs softly, breathy, as Joe whines, before he’s plastering his body along the length of Joe’s back, sweaty skin to sweaty skin, and his hips thrust and grind against him, his nipples hard and rubbing against the soft skin that wraps over Joe’s shoulder blades.

Jack buries his nose in Joe’s hair, inhaling so that Joe can feel his ribs expand against his back, before Jack’s kissing and his hairline and down to his lips, a mix between frantic and calm. His hips slap against Joe’s arse as he kisses Joe until his mind is fuzzy and consumed by Jack’s scent and Jack’s touch and just Jack.

Joe works his hips back to meet Jack’s, chasing the taste of the vodka in the crevices of Jack’s mouth as he pushes back to get his cock deeper, have him drag over his spot harder. Jack holds it, sucking Joe’s tongue into his mouth as he twists his hips in small circles, his sac pressed against Joe’s.

When Jack breaks the kiss, his lips are red and Joe thinks his must be no better. His toes point and flex as Jack rests his hands on either side of his waist, holding him down as his hips rabbit against his arse.

Joe’s toes curl, his body trying to arch up as Jack holds him down and fucks him, mouth falling open as Jack hovers with his lips almost at Joe’s ear, hot breath shimmering out with every thrust. Joe’s skin tingles with it, and he feels like he’s flying as Jack dips to plaster along his back, mumbling out obscenities as his stubble scratches at the soft skin of Joe’s jaw.

His cock feels tortured; hard and drooling where it’s sandwiched between his tummy and the soft bedding, which starts to feel like fire against his sensitive cock’s head. Jack’s hands slip from his skin, his body sweat-slick as Jack fists the bedding on either side of him, his hips slapping against Joe’s arse as he pants. Joe’s mouth falls open as a constant string of moans just tumble out, long and needy.

He turns his face against the pillow, his cheeks blazing and skin tight, tries to raise himself up on his elbows to twist his body and look back at Jack. Jack smirks at him, his eyes dark and glinting and his mouth red. Jack holds steady eye-contact as he rams into him, Joe’s eyes sinking down to try and see where they meet before the position has his arms twitching and he’s falling back flat to the mattress.

Joe’s twists as much as he can, eyes drawn to the mess of black up Jack’s arm and how his muscles are trembling, his fingers tense and white-knuckled as he grips to the duvet and fucks Joe.

Jack must notice his mind wondering, because he changes tactic to short sharp thrusts, aimed directly at Joe’s prostate, that have Joe arching up, baring his neck and stretching his jaw up as he moans and whimpers, body shaking as Jack fucks him. He feels his skin draw tight, his muscles tensing, but then Jack’s kissing along his jaw and licking over the shell of his ear before his whiskey voice is murmuring, ‘Don’t you dare come, angel.’

Joe keens, trying to fend away the urge as Jack’s cock’s head rubs up against his spot while his own cock grinds against the duvet. A whine squeaks out of him, high and desperate, and he’s so close.

But Jack leans back on his knees and pulls Joe’s hips with him, bringing him back to rest on his knees, and he snakes his hand to wrap around the base of his cock, pinching down until Joe whimpers and he drops his face back to the pillow, the tingly sensitive dulling slightly as the urge to come calms down.

Jack slows then, back to his slow teasing drags that have Joe pulling and twisting on the sheets, biting down on the pillow cover as his hips shift back in a search for more. Jack laughs softly as his hips slow to an almost halt and Joe whines, a dry sob sitting beneath his collarbones as his body tingles with a need.

He fucks his hips back, his arse slapping against Jack’s lower stomach as he starts a rhythm of quickly working himself back on Jack’s cock. Jack laughs again, softer and more breathy, as his hand settles on Joe’s shoulder, pressing him down as he works his hips and tries to desperately fuck himself as Jack gives half-hearted thrusts into him.

Joe whines again, squeezing his eyes tight enough that he feels moisture at the corners, a soft sob finally escaping his lips. Jack’s laughter finally seems to die in his throat as Joe’s body shudders when he fucks himself back. Jack’s hand is scalding hot against his skin, his touch burning a brand into Joe’s skin as he slides his palm down between his shoulder blades and down over his spine before his fingers curl around Joe’s hip as Joe gives a weak hiccup and a pitiful whimper, his chest heaving as he pants with the exertion of thrusting back onto Jack’s cock.

Jack presses his hips back down, has Joe collapsing flat onto the mattress as he grinds his hips against Joe’s arse, cock buried inside him. Joe breathes in deeply, face pressed into the pillow as his fingers claw at the duvet. His body twitches and shivers as Jack bites at his shoulder, fucks him until he thinks he’s floating.

Jack’s pendant tickles between his shoulder blades again, and Joe can barely focus as he mouth pours out needy moans. Joe shifts to press his cheek against the pillow, needing the air as his chest heaves with it. Jack gives a hard thrust that makes Joe keen and a dry sob heave from his chest before Jack is swallowing it, sealing his lips in a kiss of all teeth and tongue.

When Jack pulls back, Joe’s eyes dart to his face, his hands scrabbling to cover Jack’s and twine their fingers together. Jack’s eyes are dark, teasing, and Joe has to look away. His eyes settle on their tangled fingers, and a high whimper sneaks past his lips as he feels another hot tear slip from the corner of his eye.

He props himself up onto his forearms, Jack targeting his poor prostate with each hard thrust and Joe’s eyes squeeze shut as a string of whimpers work their way out in a tone so much higher than Joe thought he would ever be capable of. Joe feels on fire, has three words ready to spill from his lips at his body’s confusion from so much concentrated pleasure.

Joe arches, his neck barring as Jack noses beneath his ear, presses a kiss to the column of his throat. Joe fucks back onto Jack, lifting his hips as he tries to match his body to Jack’s, his knees slipping on the sheets as he tries to get to his knees.

Jack holds himself up, lets Joe get himself onto his knees so he can have more propulsion when he pushes back onto his cock before he rests his hands hot on the skin of Joe’s waist.

While Joe tries to go faster, Jack slows, rubbing his thumbs down the line of his spine and back up, slotting to wrap his fingers over the lines of his ribs where they press out his skin. Joe whines, wiggling his hips back as Jack rubs his sweaty palms down Joe’s sides and settles them on his hips. He presses his fingers into the skin before he draws out, fucking back into Joe hard and fast.

Joe’s eyes roll back, a long moan coming from him as his head hangs down, shoulders tense as Jack grips tight to his hips and holds him steady as he pistons his hips forward. He runs a hand up the centre of Joe's back, resting in the centre and pressing as he leans his weight back and Joe whimpers, fingers clenching as Jack fucks him.

Jack’s fingers slip down to curl around the front of Joe's thigh, his fingers pressing into the flesh as he presses down on his back so his body arches into a bow.

'Fuck, Joe.' Jack spits, his fingers twitching where they rest against his back. Joe bites his lip, only able to nod in agreement as Jack brings his hand up so they both rest on Joe's spine, pressing him down into an arch and scrabbling against his skin as his skin slaps at the back of Joe's thighs, the dusting of hair beneath his navel tickling over Joe's tailbone as he curls his hips against Joe's bum.

He digs his nails into Joe’s skin as Joe sobs, whining high in his throat as Jack’s hips bounce against his arse. Joe bites into his forearm, his eyes squeezing as his cock thrums, his blood hot in his veins as Jack shadows over his back and slides in and out of his body. He curls his fingers around the back of Joe’s neck, pushing himself up to balance on his arm as his hips slap and Joe keens.

He slips his thigh to kneel over Joe’s, applying his leverage to fuck him harder and deeper as tears trickle down Joe’s flushed cheeks. Jack grips hard on his neck as Joe huffs for breath, his body twisting beneath Jack. Joe looks at him over his shoulder, his chest heaving desperately as tears stream from his eyes, his voice wet.

‘Please,’ he whimpers, his cock impossibly hard where it’s pressed against his stomach.

Jack fists his fingers into the sheets as Joe chews on his lower lip, tears streaking his rosy cheeks.

‘Fuck,’ Jack moans again, taking in the sight of Joe, flushed and pink and needy.

Jack presses Joe down, sliding his hand down his back to press his hips down as he draws himself out, Joe giving a pathetic little whimper.

‘Stay put,’ Jack whispers, wiping the sweat from his forehead with his wrist as Joe shakes to get into position, up on his forearms with his hair clinging to his forehead as the music from outside thumps into the room.

He teases his slick head over Joe’s hole, Joe letting out a soft mewl as his hips shift forward and Jack slowly sinks back in. He sets his hands on Joe’s shoulders, his fingers curling in and digging into the skin as he starts to fuck Joe and Joe keens, whines through his head as his eyes flutter between open and closed.

Jack grips harder to his shoulders as his hips slap his arse and the feeling as a new wave of tears rolling down Joe’s cheeks and his mouth stutters to form words, before all that’s coming from him is a gasping moan that pitches with each jab of Jack’ cock to his spot.

Jack leans in to kiss him, pressing his hands open-palmed to the bedspread so he can connect their lips in a slow kiss as his hips pause. He teases Joe’s mouth open, right from his ears, so that he can lick into him and taste him all he likes. Joe whines and feels the top of his head fly off as the steady moans that pour from him switch up higher.

Jack finishes the kiss by drawing back, leaving Joe to flop down on his hot chest and rest his cheek to the pillow, eyes closed as his chest heaves and he struggles to find breath. He forces it out, his throat feeling like velcro as he pants dryly and his tongue sits heavy behind his teeth.

His body starts to tingle, right up from his toes, through his thighs, up his spine, and all over his scalp. He feels like he’s flying, just whining pathetically as Jack fucks him hard enough to make him lose himself. Jack evens out his strokes, dragging them out longer, until he’s drawing out of Joe completely, and Joe can take a big gulp of air.

‘Okay babe, roll over for me.’ Jack says easily, just a hint of breath to his voice as he purrs over Joe ear, and Joe whimpers, his body heavy and lazy and thrumming. ‘Come on love, I know you can do it.’ he teases, and Joe can hear the smirk in his voice as he rolls over onto his back, hair fanning out against the pillows.

Jack grins at him, sharp teeth and blood red lips, and Joe feels a pitiful mewl on the tip of his tongue as Jack wraps his soft fingers around the angel bones of his ankles and pushes up so he can slot between his splayed legs and push Joe’s thighs to his chest. He pushes Joe, pushes his ankles further until they’re resting on his shoulders and Joe gives a dry sob as his muscles pull and screech, his body spread wide and vulnerable.

Joe gasps as Jack blindly presses his cock back inside Joe, stroking his fingers up his trembling thigh and grinning wickedly as Joe mewls, his eyelashes clumped and wet and his cheeks ruddy.

Joe reaches to grip high at his biceps as Jack decides to start rocking into him, stepping into the speeding pace as Joe’s eyes glue to his, hazy and trying to focus on the dark swirl of his irises as Jack fucks the sound out of him. Jack presses his forehead right up against Joe’s, noses brushing and breath hot as Joe’s upper canines dig into his lower lip again.

‘Touch your pretty cock for me please, princess,’ Jack growls, hot and gravelly over the wet of Joe’s mouth and Joe whines, takes a deep breath as he skirts his hand down his stomach and his fingertips graze the hot flesh of his cock.

He keens, his knuckles brushing against the wet tip being enough to make his toes curl in the bed as Jack pinches at the duvet, his brow furrowed as he fucks Joe and slaps his hips to the curve of Joe’s arse.

The soft hair trailing down from Jack’s navel tickles over the tight skin of Joe’s sac, the weight of his pendant dragging between Joe’s nipples. Joe sobs, cut off and soon replaced by a high whine. Jack’s thighs slap against his arse with each stroke, loud and crude and the sound makes Joe’s toes curl and a whiny whimper resonate from his chest.

The sweat of his skin sticks to Joe’s, until his skin is shiny and his eyes are dazed as Jack breathes the hot air from the efforts of keeping Joe on edge out over his bruised lips. Joe wraps his fingers around the base of his cock, feels the heat rush through his veins as Jack fucks his breathing into little pants, his fingers scalding against the tender skin of his cock as he fists himself lightly to the rhythm of Jack’s hips.

The backs of his thighs burn, pulled tight as Jack’s eyelashes flutter and Joe’s consumed with how beautiful he is, soft, forced breaths coming out his blood lips as he fucks Joe like it’s nothing, like Joe isn’t floating and crying from it. Joe gives a soft sob, his fingers squeezing under the head of his cock as words start to form in his throat, trying to get out. He finds himself almost confessing his love, his body too blissed to link the pleasure with anything other than a simple four lettered word as Jack’s wrists make contact with the sides of Joe’s ribs, hot and burning and Joe thinks he’s going to leave this room with the brand of the devil burnt into his skin.

Joe’s throat feels wet and it feels like he’s getting less and less air into his lungs, up to the point where he knows he should push Jack off him and take a deep breath before he lets him continue, but the restriction of air that makes its way into his lungs makes him desperate, makes his eyelids heavy and his fingertips tingle.

‘You gonna come yet, angel?’ Jack asks, and Joe nods, can feel it coursing out from his core and down through his limbs, the sticky sweet feeling of it slipping in between his joints and cuddling in with the marrow in his bones.

Jack pulls back and Joe whimpers, fresh teardrops tracing down the previous tracks before swimming out into the smudges of wet beside his mouth. ‘Not yet,’ Jack decides, an air of authority about him as he sits back and pinches at the base of his cock. He fixes his eyes to where Joe’s still working himself, desperate. He circles two fingers around the angel boned wrist and draws his hand from his cock, making Joe let out a soft, disobedient cry.

‘None of that babe, you’re gonna ride me now, okay?’

Joe gives a petulant whine and shakes his head, his body exhausted and lazy and he can feel the hot burn of tears streaking down his cheeks, and not for the first time that night, he feels like a little boy, arguing with his mum about eating his vegetables.

Joe’s eyes squeeze shut, and there’s a soft hand cupping his jaw, a thumb swiping under the line of his clumped eyelashes to brush away his tears. Fingers circle his throbbing cock and he gasps, his body shivering and his hips twitching as his fingers clench in the duvet.

‘Come on princess, you can do it. Up you get. You’re so good for me.’

Joe whines as Jack drags his palm over Joe’s tip, catching the wet and smoothing it down, before he’s offering Joe a hand and encouraging him up. Joe lets himself be pulled up, reaching for Jack as he slumps forward into Jack’s chest.

Jack wraps his arms around him and kisses his forehead, and Joe feels a little dazed as he smiles at him. Jack just wipes his hair back off his forehead and kisses the tip of his nose, a hint of tenderness to his smirking bravado.

He releases Joe to lie flat on his back, resting on his elbows and Joe wriggles to face him. He’s struck again by how gorgeous he is; glowing skin and bright eyes and bitten lips and soft hair pushed up and back. Joe wants to nip at the black ink buried under his skin, kiss all over his body until he’s holding back moans and pushing Joe's face in to his lap, fucking his throat raw.

Jack’s still catching his breath, and that makes Joe feel less ashamed of his heaving chest and wet cheeks and shaking fingers as he crawls over Jack’s body, hovering with his knees spread over Jack’s hips and ducking his neck down to kiss him where he’s sharp and grinning back against the fluffy pillows.

Joe kisses Jack with pliant lips and soft tongue and somewhere under the haze of his mind, he wonders what his mum would think of him, coming to a party dressed in girls’ clothing and getting fucked by some friend of Caspar’s older friend. Jack runs his hands down his sides, squeezes at the soft skin of him before sloping down the curve of his bum, into where he’s spread and slipping two fingers back into his arse.

‘You’re so tight,’ Jack sighs, his fingers just slowly fucking in and out of Joe’s body, as if Joe isn’t slowly rolling back down from where he was almost reaching climax. ‘so soft.’ He squeezes the curve of Joe’s arse, and although Joe isn’t standing right on the peak of coming, his cock is still hard and full, wet and pink against his stomach, and he knows that he’ll be back onto his brink as soon as Jack’s fucking him again.

Jack withdraws his fingers from him, wiping them off before he wraps his fist around himself, stroking lazily so that the head of his cock jostles behind Joe’s balls with every other stroke as Jack licks away the strong alcohol on Joe’s tongue. Jack rests one arm behind his head as Joe takes a deep breath and sits up, hovering over where Jack stills his arm and Joe can feel his slick cock’s head slip against his thigh as Jack holds himself still for Joe.

Joe bites at his finger, looking down to where Jack is looking right back up at him, his eyes lined dark and cheeks a bit pink.

Joe reaches down behind himself to wrap his own fist around Jack’s cock, knocking Jack's away and squeezing at his length as he widens his knees. He keeps his eyes on Jack as he leans back, Jack’s head nudging at his abused rim before Joe’s leaning into it and sinking down on his cock, his mouth open.

Jack rubs a thumb over the head of Joe’s prick, and Joe’s eyes roll back. He shifts his body around, watching as Jack slips and he gets a frantic look on his features and reaches for Joe, fingers just grazing his thigh before his cock is slipping out.

Joe reaches back for him, sitting back onto his cock and biting his lip at the feeling before he’s leaning his body back, resting his palm between Jack’s thighs and arching his back. Jack looks ready to reach for him as he grinds his hips forwards and backwards, but he keeps his hand just above his head, his fingers twitching as he watches the bob of Joe’s cock.

Joe leans back into himself, placing one hand on Jack’s stomach and letting the other tease down his own stomach, pulling on his nipples so that his eyes squeeze shut and his cock jumps. He skirts his hand lower down his stomach as Jack pants, Joe rocking his body to and fro so that his arse rubs against Jack’s stomach.

When he wraps his fist around his leaking cock, his eyelashes flutter and his grind falters, his hips twitching as his fingers tense and clench, his nails pressing blunt into the soft-covered muscle beneath Jack’s ribs.

Joe keeps his back straight, forcing out controlled breaths as he watches Jack slowly slip into a puddle like he made him while Joe clenches down around him and rocks his hips backwards and forwards, so that his cock can nudge his spot and his cock leaks another fat bead of precome, landing flat on Jack’s stomach.

Jack finally gives in and reaches for him, his eyes fixed to where Joe fists himself, before he rests one hand on Joe’s stomach and then the other; he traces them up between his tight-twisted nipples and rubbing down over the buds.

Joe throws his head back, his fingers slipping to clutch at Jack’s hip as he wanks his cock quickly while the feeling starts again as a little tingle in the tips of his toes and the tips of his ears. Jack pinches at his nipples, twisting them slightly as Joe rocks his hips faster, getting sloppy and clumsy with the speed of it as his fingers rush to touch himself, Jack’s cock hitting perfectly inside him as a high sound works out.

Joe’s eyes try to flutter closed, lids heavy and head tipping to one side as he starts to lose his thrive, his hips slowing ever so slightly and his fist stuttering in his quick strokes. Jack rolls his nipples between his thumbs, and Joe mewls, his chin tipping forward so his curls are in his eyes. He has sweat dotted down the line of his back and in his neck and he slowly loses steam.

Jack traces his hands down Joe’s sides, one hand hovering over his hip while the other spans over his thigh before Joe can reach down for Jack’s right hand with his left, tangling their fingers together as Jack slides his sweaty palm back up Joe’s side to thumb over the blood-red rosebud of his nipple as Joe clings his fingers around Jack’, palm clammy.

Jack squeezes his hand, and Joe grinds his hips faster, motivated by the small puffs of breath Jack releases, his hair messy and his eyes dark. Jack’s hand gets thrown from Joe’s chest in the move of it, Joe’s body rocking back and forth almost violently so Jack is left to just rest his hand on his thigh, squeezing at the soft skin.

Joe drops his hand and Jack lets go of him, arms splaying on the sheet as Joe looks down and focuses on Jack’s bruised mouth, fucking himself hard on his cock as he just tries to focus and stay put, his hips bucking forward wildly as his body writhes and his toes clench. His body wriggles with it, messy and sloppy and clumsy as his hand is a blur over his cock, a high whine coming from inside him as he climbs higher towards summit.

He presses his palm flat down on Jack’s chest, his body hot and bursting against too-tight skin as he leans into his arm and jerks his poor cock, Jack’s cock keeping him full as he fucks himself back. His eyes burn with it as his skin tingles and tears drip out, his mind going numb and his thoughts slowing to honey as he squeezes his eyes shut and focuses on the feeling of it.

Jack beneath him, Jack inside him, Jack holding onto his elbow to keep him steady as pleasure slowly fills up his limbs again, slipping through joints and lacing through his bones as a loud sob wracks him before Jack is wrapping his fist around Joe’s and helping him and Joe’s gone.

His body lights up, igniting as sweat clings to him and Jack fucks him just right, their fists fast as Joe’s cock gives a strong jolt and he’s coming, streaking out in ribbons over Jack’s stomach and Joe sobs, his body tense before he starts to shake, his arm buckling to he crumbles into Jack’s chest.

His body shakes with pitiful sobs, spit wetting his chin as he cries into Jack’s chest, twitching in his lap. Jack strokes up the line of his spine, cooing in his ear and petting him softly as Joe hiccups and wails into his skin, fingers twitching in the bedding. Jack sounds breathless as he murmurs encouragement into Joe’s ear, his heart beat erratic against Joe’s through the jackets of their skin and protection of their bones.

Joe feels warm all over, boiling hot in his centre, and it takes his hazy mind much longer than it should to realize that Jack’s jerking himself off, arm rubbing against his skin before he’s gasping into Joe’s ear and there’s sticky warmth mapped out over the curve of his back.

Joe whimpers, his sobs quieting to hiccups as the last of his tears trickle down. Jack tries to calm himself quickly, sucking in air as he kisses Joe’s forehead.

Joe just snuffles and lets Jack tilt his chin up, kissing him softly and running his hands up his smooth sides. He feels raw and sleepy, body warm and sated as his mind wanders between clouds and Jack goes about asking him simple questions about himself, trying to get longer answers out of him until he’s sure Joe’s fine.

Jack’s in the middle of what sounds like he might be kicking Joe out when Joe decides to fall asleep, dead to the world and snuffling into Jack’s neck.

But at least when he wakes up, hours later, Jack is cuddled into his hair with his arms looped loosely around him.

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Saturday 30th January

3.30 a.m. (The latest I’ve been up in years!) I sat in Starbucks as nervous as a prostitute at confession while attempting to sip my caramel macchiato as indifferently as I could. The place was bustling with tourists who seem to have been unaffected by the global downturn as they continually dripped coins into the ravenous till. Ryan was half an hour late (traditional), so I managed to work my way from an uncomfortable wooden chair to a nice, soft and fluffy couch as people vacated. I sank into the well-ridden cushion with smug satisfaction and admired the view. Edinburgh Castle hadn’t lost her beauty.

I was feeling the effects of the caffeine and becoming quite sentimental when Ryan swept in with the energy of an excited teen. His long, hairy, green and brown overcoat swept open from the speed of his entrance. He recognised me immediately and waved, beaming a Hollywood smile that would outshine any showgirl. Sadly, Tony (a.k.a. ‘Biffo’, the derogatory name given to him justifiably by harsh queens on the scene) was in tow. I stopped slouching and tensed up my stomach in a vain attempt to engage my rarely used abs.

Ryan’s hardly changed. He has no grey flecks, unlike me, and seems to have been living in Tupperware for the past decade as there’s not a crease on any part of his well-presented façade. I’d go so far as to say he looks youthful. You’d hope, after losing a boyfriend, the stress of it all would mean you’d instantly burn all that unnecessary fat, but no, my body screams for comfort food, slowly topping up the levels like a barrel attached to a drainpipe.

Ryan yelped in excitement and hugged me like a long-lost brother. ‘Andy, you look amazing!’ he said and then paused expectantly for a compliment in return.

I shushed him bashfully and said, ‘No way, but you do.’

‘I know I do,’ said my confident friend.

I neglected to compliment Tony as I just can’t lie convincingly. He’s spray-tanned so much he’s on the verge of becoming a fat satsuma. However, as we were throwing hugs around, I was obligated to give him one too, but as half-hearted as I could possibly make it (hugging Biffo is akin to embracing a turd in a wig).

I immediately wanted to trade that hug for a slap the second Tony pulled back, gawped at my face and cried, ‘Goodness, life has been rough on you, my dear. Haven’t you collected a lot of wrinkles!’ and laughed as shrill as a mad banshee.

I countermanded by saying, ‘Wrinkles? No, they’re the trademark Angus laughter lines.’

Whereupon Tony sniggered and threw another verbal grenade, ‘Well, what a family of comedians you must be.’

Cue fixed grin and stunned silence on my part.

I visualised dropkicking him through that bay window until his mangled body was tangled in the castle’s craggy rocks, but I knew this wouldn’t be a great start to rekindling a relationship I’d let slide a long time ago. Even if one of the reasons I’d let it slip was still very much the monkey on Ryan’s back. A monkey that will be backbreaking to carry as Tony has gained several pounds and is struggling to fit into his Fat Face jeans. His thinning brown hair, jug-ears, snooty nose and jutting incisors certainly fit his insulting nickname Biffo the Bear. And his lips ... I don’t remember them being that big. Collagen injections, by the look of it.

‘Moving on,’ I said. ‘Coffee?’

‘Oh, not here, cupcake. I can’t abide coffee beans that have been raped by a multimillion tax-dodging company,’ said Ryan. ‘I hope nobody saw us come in, Tony. Well, nobody that counts. We know a delightful independent place on Broughton Street that you’ll adore. Cosy and they do the best tasting Americano this side of the country. I hope no one sees us leave, either.’ He turned to a busy server filling a large tray with sloppy cups and sticky plates and asked, ‘Is there a fire escape we can use?’

‘The owner can be a bit of a cow, though,’ interrupted Tony, tartly.

I was sold. Anyone who’s a cow to Tony is a friend of mine. A bit of a walk, but I figured my potbelly and bashed ego needed a stroll. ‘Let’s go then,’ I insisted.

‘Oh, hang on,’ said Ryan, whipping out his mobile. ‘A quick celebratory selfie. Stand over there away from the branding. I won’t be tagging our location.’ The boys struck a well-rehearsed pose as he snapped the picture before I’d the chance to focus. I was gawping, my eyes half shut and I noticed a coffee drip on my shirt. It was online quicker than the time it takes to drink one shot of espresso. We left via the fire exit.

******

Café Jamaica, a slither of a place that you’d miss if you weren’t looking for it, is green and black on the shop front with swirly yellow flower power style lettering above the door. Cavernous inside, it gets more extensive the deeper you delve, opening out to an ample space at the rear. On the far wall, beyond a decorative fireplace, sits an intimate stage flanked with purple felt curtains. An eclectic mix of local art hangs on the walls, from picturesque scenes of Edinburgh to the abstract brushstrokes of an aggressive mind. Rainbow coloured paper lanterns hang from the ceiling, softly lighting the chilled ambience, enhanced by grand ornate mirrors dotted around the area. The whole café has a feel of homely, lived-in chaos. Not a single table or chair match in colour or style. Nag champa snaked lethargically through the space and Nina Simone’s voice echoed from somewhere deep within the shadows. It felt reassuringly geek-friendly.

As I squished comfortably into a sofa, a tall, slender, middle-aged black woman with a tower of thickly piled hair emerged from the back of the café and made her way towards us as she flirtatiously dipped into the depths of her ample bosom to remove a small notepad and pen from its clutches. Her hourglass figure was tightly caressed by a green dress that groped her in all the right places and caused her breasts to spill forward like two large, shiny chestnuts. She oozed sexual confidence. Phenomenal. If it weren’t for her sincere smile and gentle Jamaican accent, I would’ve felt intimidated.

‘Ryan, you old hound. So good to see you, what can I get you?’ she grinned. ‘And I see you’ve brought a handsome young man with you,’ she said, nodding to me and ignoring Tony. I warmed to her more.

‘This is my good friend from the West, Andy,’ said Ryan, which melted my heart instantaneously as it became apparent all those years I’d neglected our friendship seemed to bother him not one jot.

‘Andy?’ She smiled wider, ‘Andy, who?’

‘Andy Angus,’ I added, hand stretched to shake hers.

‘Oh, Andy,’ she muttered as her eyes glinted in the lamplight and gazed deep into mine. Well-manicured scarlet nails flickered as she cupped my hand in both of hers and shook it intensely, ‘It’s so good to meet such a fine, handsome, mature man.’ She raised her head proudly and announced, ‘I’m Miss Molasses Brown, queen of this fabulous establishment, where all friends, freaks and lost souls are welcome to linger.’ It felt as if I’d known her for years, such was her warmth.

‘Drinks!’ she shouted, ‘Mojitos on the house, for my dear friends. Back in three shakes.’

‘We should take you out more often,’ said Tony, glaring at Molasses as she wiggled away, ‘the old hag has never given us so much as a free after-dinner mint.’

‘Oh! Selfie!’ said Ryan, mobile at the ready.

Goggle-eyed, I said, ‘Really? But we’ve only just taken one twenty min …’

Snap and post!

We sampled delicious home-cooked recipes that blew my mind, several non-alcoholic cocktails and Molasses’s very own Rum Truffle Cake. A sober evening for me, but a most enjoyable one. We talked about their wedding, and I brushed over my defunct relationship with Thomas briefly. I imagine Tony was keen to perform a detailed autopsy, but I preoccupied the evening with them. Ryan is a window dresser for Jenners and Tony works in a G.P. surgery as a receptionist. They still live at their old flat on Leith Street, but now, instead of renting, they own it. I got most of this information from a very animated Tony. Ryan was hardly given room to breathe, so I was relieved when an early start pulled Tony out of the door around midnight. Even if I had to witness repeated, heavy petting for the next ten minutes until Ryan loosened his leash and the door shut on his saggy arse.

I could relax for the first time all evening. With Biffo gone, we were free to chat over old times, when I lived just a stone’s throw away from Ryan on London Road. Life seemed more relaxed and less complicated. I had more of the pink pound in my pocket, and the scene was new, exciting and risky. He talked about some of the older queens still doing the rounds, the ones who’d since moved on (or worse, died), and the colourful new characters he’s met since I left.

Then he asked, ‘Do you ever think of Steve?’

My heart suddenly ached. I shared the flat on London Road with Steve. He was older than us, experienced, wealthy, butch and bitchy, cheeky and damn handsome. He’d say, ‘When you hit forty, boys, there is a certain clientele that finds you fascinating. Twinks don’t turn my head, but I seem to turn theirs, and if the chap is on the right side of his twenties, then I’m willing to entertain the notion for nothing more than a night. Anything more than that is some form of relationship, and that is definitely not my china cup of tea. What would I want with a twink, anyway? They haven’t lived. They use moisturiser, for fuck’s sake, bathe in aftershave and have no idea how to fix a stop-cock. I just want a real man to rodger and take the bin bag out in the morning, is that asking for the world?’ Riotous laughter would follow, and others would turn their heads towards our usual corner of the bar. We must’ve looked like witches around a cauldron, but we were having a blast.

How could Ryan dare to bring him up? Steve was taboo. Our gang fell to pieces after he died – forty-four and cold on a slab looking a shadow of his former self. His good looks eaten away. Such a jovial, glorious mind ruined by something that could’ve been, should’ve been, treated sooner.

I hesitated some and said, ‘I think of him every day. I still blame myself; after all these years, I still do. I knew he wasn’t right. Six weeks later, he was gone. No more Friday night drinks that turned into Saturday morning breakfasts. Gone was that shameless smile, those playful moves on the dance floor and that gorgeous set of blue eyes that excused him no matter how bitchy he became.’

Ryan nodded, ‘He could charm the Crown Jewels off the Queen.’

That rock that we had clung to was now far away in the middle of a foreboding sea that could never be crossed. At least, not in this lifetime. This marked the beginning of our separation. We met through Steve, and we only knew how to function around Steve. So we clung to new rocks as quickly as we could and lost sight of each other behind the solidity of what we’d found. His funeral came fast and left us with little time to think. And before we knew it, we were toasting the man and, with a tear in our eyes and dregs in our glasses, it was time to move on. And boy, move on we did. Swiftly. Ryan to Tony, and me to Thomas. But even tonight, after all that water has flown under all those bridges, the events leading up to why we lost touch hurt.

‘Not your fault,’ consoled Ryan with a hand clasping mine. ‘Hell, I would’ve told him to shut up with his moaning, but then, I’ve never had much patience with the sick.’

‘I remember,’ I jibed. ‘When I snapped a tendon falling off the stage at Vibe, you quickly asked me to leave as I was embarrassing you. I limped towards the exit, and you continued to dance as if nothing was wrong.’

‘Oh, dear. Did I? I’m sorry about that. I must’ve been on something.’

I laughed. ‘You were on everything back then!’

Ryan chuckled, ‘Yes, I suppose you’re right. I don’t nowadays. Too old to deal with the comedowns. And who wants to have the teeth of a medieval pauper? I miss him,’ he said with his smile gone and his eyes glistening, ‘and I miss you too.’

It felt so good to be wanted again. Wanted by him. I squeezed his hand tight and told him what I should’ve told him a long time ago, ‘I miss you too. I’ve always missed you.’ It was good to feel as if someone cared once again. I didn’t want to lose that moment. God, I really have missed him. How could I have been so stupid?

‘Are the two of you hypnotised or something?’ came a familiar Jamaican accent. ‘Anyone would think you kids were in love.’

This snapped us out of our bubble.

‘Don’t be daft,’ I spluttered between breathy laughs.

As the doors to Café Jamaica were locked behind us, we wandered along the cobbles reflecting the streetlights’ pale yellow glow. Arriving at my car, we said a reluctant farewell. Ryan hugged me tightly. It was great to be close to his beating heart once more.

‘It’s fabulous to have you back in my life, my friend,’ were his parting words.

As I drove along Gorgie Road, I realised I’d finally found an old piece of me that has been forgotten, buried beneath the chaff of domesticity for far too long. Maybe, just maybe, it is possible to go back in time and start over.

The twenty-five-year-old Andy inside me had woken. He yawned and blinked at the moon as it hung large and low before me on the drive to Mum and Dad’s. I could see the silhouette of Edinburgh’s skyline in my rearview mirror, and even though I was heading in the opposite direction, Ryan, Steve and my twenty-five-year-old self were travelling alongside me and having a whale of a time.

4.35 p.m. It’s Dad’s retirement do tonight, and I’m feeling more than a little tired from my late night.

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