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izgnanik-a · 11 months ago

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Suffer Does The Wolf (Crawling to Thee) i

Summary: Simon knew the exact moment when he knew he had to have you for himself. It was only a matter of time before his military skills allowed himself into your home, into your life. And once he stuck — he wasn’t going to let you back out of his webs.

Tags: non-con, stalker!Ghost, fem reader, mature content

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You were nothing but a civilian, or at least you should have been. But you were standing so pretty behind the bar top counter, coffee with a throw away name Simon had used on it instead of his own. Your handwriting was always decorative, with a heart over the i’s.

He had to cut into your presence and sew himself into the holes he’d torn out — just to have you.

The first time he approached the counter and you’d caught his eye; you wore a pale blue nail polish that reminded him of the chipping paint off his walls.

"What can I get for you?" Six words that seared into his mind unnecessarily. But you looked at him like a human being, despite his masked face, despite the uncanny resemblance of a Leviathan of legends, or Prometheus himself. You just gazed up at him with a smile, head swiveled so far up at him.

And then he'd realized he was standing before you, without having said a single thing. Then — he was spewing sense.

"Coffee." He grumbled.

"One coffee. Hot or iced?"

"Hot."

"What size?"

"Medium."

"Cream and sugar?"

"Black."

You glanced up at him, "Just to clarify; medium hot coffee, no cream or sugar, no flavor shots."

Simon's eyes flickered down to your apron. Pins and patches sewn into it, a nametag with a bold delicate cursive of your name along with how long you'd been working there.

Three months. And he hadn't seen you until just now, well into Autumn.

"Yes." Simon hummed as he dragged his eyes from your apron and to your face. He was already sliding his money across the counter before you could even ring him out completely. You'd thanked him and held his change back out to him.

You hadn't expected his hands to be so warm, or big, but you flashed a smile at him. "Your coffee will be right up, just stand under the pick-up sign, and we'll make that up for you, John." And you smiled at him again as he moved over to allow the long line of customers to continue.

He wanted for his coffee and sulked over to his unoccupied corner, one he favored. People didn't usually sit in the armchair because it had worn down leather on it's back, and it sat in the corner where it was dark with no wall sockets.

But he had appreciation for the dark.

He also had appreciation for the direct line of sight between tables at the register.

Simon gently hoisted his hot cup of coffee to his mouth, bringing his mask up just to free his lips before taking a gulp of the horrid thing. It was scalding, but he could hardly focus on it. He focused on your honey sweet smiles, your bright flash of quick glances, and chipper voice.

He normally would have found that despicable, would have wanted to squash it in any private he'd met, but you? He wanted it in the palm of his hands. He took his time with his coffee, using it as an excuse to stay longer. But duties had called him away.

The second time he'd come to the shop, he'd been mindful of the time. If you were on a fixed schedule, he would see you this time around if you weren't late. You'd have on some new nail polish because the old polish, he'd come to find as Coral Blue, had been a part of the summer collection from the mall.

He'd spotted it when he was passing the Sephora boutique, a display of their Summer collection on sale since the new season was on.

It was Autumn, Halloween was coming, you had to love Halloween.

Halloween was everyone's favorite holiday.

And he was right.

The new color you'd picked out was a purple matte shade, Cruel Intentions, he discovered later that week. And your eyes seemed to light up at first sight of his frame.

"Hello?" You gleamed. "What'll it be today?"

Simon met your eyes. "Coffee."

You nodded, "Hot or iced?"

"Hot."

It was the same parade every time.

"What size?"

"Medium."

"Black, right?"

Simon kept his stare firm on yours. "Yeah."

You nodded, ringing it up, and before he could even utter his false name, you set his coffee before him. "Medium hot black for John." You smiled up at him.

Simon didn't say a thing; any normal person would've been disturbed on why someone would know their order. But Simon was absolutely floored that you'd remembered him, recognized him, stuffed him into the forefront of your mind enough times to have receipts overflowing. You remembered him. But it didn't help that Simon had started coming around the same times now, same days you'd worked.

He'd hoped no one else caught on and whispered their worries to you.

Even if they did, he hoped you disregarded them and considered him just a usual customer.

He didn't want to pull the curtains back just yet. He wanted to remain in your obliviousness for a stretch of time longer, if anything, never.

Simon took the coffee from the countertop and set his money on the surface. He turned away, maybe too proud or too shy to say anything about it.

But the next time he'd come into the shop, he was going to be sure to say something. Anything. As he was coming through the front door, holding it open for another customer, he came to notice that the store had been fairly empty.

Sure, it was raining and the drive thru was packed but someone must've wanted to come inside under the cover of this rain.

He followed the dividers to the counter, and waited a moment. No one standing at the counter.

"I'll be right with you!" Simon heard and his heart lept in his chest.

You came into sight from the drive thru window, a light jacket on, and a lingering smile that only reappeared as you approached. "I'll get your coffee in just a sec—"

"Take your time." He uttered.

You gave him a thankful smile and turned back for the drive thru. You cleared two cars before returning to him with his medium hot black coffee. "One hot black coffee for you." You smiled. "Sorry for the wait, it's been non-stop in drive thru."

His eyes panned along the bar top. "Where is everyone else?"

There were usually baristas, cooks making sandwiches behind the bakery bar. But none.

"It's just me today." You shrugged. "There were a few callouts, one person is sick. We're just short staffed." You waved your hand dismissively. "It's nothing I'm not used to."

Despite being stretched in every direction, you were still standing there smiling at him. Holding the world on your shoulders and still showing your dedication to the gods.

Simon didn't put the money on the counter this time, opting to hold it out to you.

"Thank you." You hummed, flashing him your changed nails. They were that same shade of blue again.

"Coral Blue." Simon found himself mumbling under his mask.

You looked at him with a look of shock, "Hm?"

He shook his head once as you offered out the change to him. He pointed to your nails. "Coral Blue." He said again, this time with more depth. "The color."

And you glowed so beautifully. "They are." You blushed, giving them a glance over. "They're my favorite color of blue actually. I'm—" you chuckled, "I'm surprised anyone knows the exact shade. What are you, a nail tech?"

That must've been a joke. You were joking right.

You were laughing so it must've been a joke; a big guy like him, hunched over someone's nails as he added precise details. "I'm actually searching for this one shade, and I've been keeping my eye out for it all over." You waved your hand about. "It's called The Pale Horseman in the Revelations collection at Sephora. Morbid, I know. But, it's a really nice set. I just wish it wasn't so expensive."

Simon would pay any and all amounts of money to get you those sets, those shades, even call the chemist who makes them and bottles them. "I'll keep an eye out for you."

You chuckled. "That's a high price."

"I'm willing."

You nodded, your headset going off. "Well, if you do see it, let me know where it is. Tuck it away for me somewhere hidden so I can find it." You smiled, "I have to take this." You gestured to the headset. "It was nice talking to you, John." You turned for the window.

Simon didn't stay that day to drink his coffee, though he wanted to sit in his corner and drink his coffee. Watch you go from each station to make people's coffees, sharing smiles and polite greetings. But he had an assignment due.

He would find you those shades, wrap it in a nice box, and deliver it to your doorstep if he had to.

But he needed to remain nonchalant. He couldn't follow you home just yet. He needed to limit his self control.

You got into work late the next day, your shift had started an hour ago, and Simon had already come and gone. But he was worried. You were never late. Not in the two weeks he'd been watching you.

"Hey, there's a package for you here."

You turned to the comment, furrowed brows, and hummed. "For me?"

"Yeah, some guy came by, like, fifteen minutes before you came in and told us to give it to you. It's in the office."

In more confusion, you moved for the office. A small white box sat by the telephone, a red silk ribbon was been tied around it to keep the lid secure. With one pull, it was falling apart in your palm and you carefully removed the lid like you were taking apart a bomb.

You didn't know what to expect. You didn't know anyone there.

But at the center, stuffed inside of tissue paper with flakes of glitter, was a single nail polish jar of The Pale Horseman. A card had been signed and left on the underside of the lid reading: " The price is one medium black coffee -Simon "

You stared at the card and back at the nail polish, only knowing two people you'd spoken about this nail polish with recently. You were absolutely shocked that you had it in hand, knowing it was nearly impossible to find, but wielded it in your hand.

You smiled as you repackaged the nail polish, sure to wear it that night.

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cyb3rtarot · 1 year ago

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Pick a Pile: autumn message + vibes + Halloween special

Hi everyone! I was not expecting this to be my first PAC but I felt called to do it. We’ll get a message of the season for you, the autumn vibes your energy gave off, and an extra message based on something spooky for Halloween! Hope you enjoy :]

Disclaimer: for entertainment only! The “autumn vibes” are Fall imagery that your energy reminded me of; “extra details” are real-life details of some people in the pile. I read with tarot, oracle, and my intuition. This reading used the Tarot of Mystical Moments, a recolored Smith-Waite tarot, and homemade oracle cards.

Pile 1 ➝Pile 2

Pile 3➝Pile4

Pile 1:

Message [the Empress rx, Death rx, the World rx|| ace of cups]: hi pile 1! You guys may be having trouble with the energy of release that the later months bring. There’s an overarching grief or melancholy for autumn; it feels like an emptiness where someone used to be. Try to have self compassion by getting extra rest and self care while you process emotions. Enjoying the celebratory or traditional energy of the holidays could brighten your spirits (even if you do something small by yourself); I do see many of you are very into Halloween and decorations. Pouring into self love and understanding is a good focal point. A portion of you are already in a committed relationship, and accepting the comfort and warmth of your partner will also be helpful.

Autumn vibes: black birds flying into a dusky sky, crystal balls, long black dresses, old movies, blurry/grainy videos, dark makeup and stiletto nails, matte lipstick, purple sunsets, hanging out with friends until night, denim jackets, dark rooms with old rugs, feeling deep nostalgia, looking through old photos and cameras, yellow street lights in empty parking lots, a vague but deep longing, skulls, pumpkins, visiting a relative, Warmth by Mityrion

Halloween extra—Vampire [five of wands, two of cups rx]: I channeled a vampire very strongly for you! Your energy came through before I decided to do the reading lol, you might have an imposing presence. There’s an alluring and magnetic aspect to you; others could feel hypnotized. The message I’m getting is you‘re attracting a lot of attention, and everyone wanting your energy may be overwhelming. Some of you have energy vampires around; those who make you ill at ease and are always seeking you even if it only causes conflict. You are more interested in solitude and peace. Some of you are content in a monogamous relationship and are getting bothered by others who have feelings for you. You may be bombarded with platonic or romantic invitations, and dance around people’s feelings with strategy so they don’t blow up at you. You are powerful and intelligent; make sure to protect your energy from draining sources!

Extra details: may tap fingers/fingernails on desk a lot, taking care of a grandma or was close to a passed grandma (for some of you I’m seeing white hair in a big bun/updo and circular glasses), missing passed loved ones in general. Meghan Markle or the British royal family could be significant? Black hair, curled bangs, interest in the occult. Twilight (both the time of day and the movies/books), “dark” feminine or femme fatale energy, someone madly in love or infatuated, Bojack Horseman, scorpio, 8th house, dances

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Pile 2:

Message [the Moon rx, three of pentacles, Judgment|| the Sun]: hi pile 2! The energy of autumn you guys seem to be embodying is harvest and celebration! It looks like this year has been a journey in terms of healing repressed parts of yourself (heavily related to your Halloween message). After putting in the work, the current time is about enjoying the fruits of your healing. You’ve come out of the lessons with a greater capacity for appreciation and joy. For most of you, it looks like your loved ones or peers have been a big part of this growth; I do see you guys like to spend a lot of time out with friends. You have a clean slate for this new version of yourself, and you’re encouraged to continue basking in the blessings with those you love.

Autumn vibes: soft cotton flannels, knit hats (with pom-poms), boots, rural areas/small towns, orange leaves scattered everywhere, long walks, hanging out with your friends in the middle of nowhere until nightfall, hot coffee, hot chocolate with marshmallows, the woods, leather jackets, knit scarves, snowy mountains in the horizon, stepping on leaves even when they’re not crunchy, getting scared while exploring old buildings, local scary legends, snow crunching underfoot, trying to warm your hands, baking, drinking hot apple cider when it’s ice-cold out

Halloween extra—Cryptid [the Empress, the Star]: I channeled a cryptid for you pile 2! I don’t know a lot about specific cryptids, but I was mainly seeing something very hairy, humanoid, and bat-like. A small portion of you may resonate more with the Loch Ness Monster. The message I’m getting here is you guys have or are currently recognizing who you are and accepting that. In the past you may have conformed to others’ standards and this bred self hate or lack of self entirely. A place of self love and understanding is the focus, where you accept all your quirks and individuality even if others can’t. Some of you may be making peace with your expression of gender after turning away from it. You’re removing parts of yourself that are inauthentic or performative, and this is fueling the blessings you’re currently receiving!

Extra details: glasses (particularly a thick black frame), buying coffee (or hot drinks) out very frequently, taking aesthetic Instagram pics, the midwest, very cold Fall and Winter, small but close friend groups, light blonde hair, clumsy, hesitant, patient, moving somewhere warm or farther south; relatives with a thick Southern accent, bread, drawing/painting, millennials, the British Isles, Samhain

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Pile 3:

Message [king of wands, the Emperor rx, the Fool rx|| the Sun]: hello pile 3! Interestingly, all the piles so far are getting similar advice in different fonts 😅. You are also getting a message about embodying the more joyous aspects of Fall’s harvest energy. You guys are in a mindset of doing what needs to be done according to your responsibilities and not much more. You may feel dissatisfied with the same old routine but not feeling up to doing anything else. This is the stoic farmer bringing in his crops to prepare for Winter rather than a lively harvest festival (metaphorically). You’re being encouraged to embrace that latter energy and warm your spirits in some Fall celebration—even if it’s finding ways to cheer yourself up in your head. Clouds do give way to sunshine!

Autumn vibes [TW paranoia, creepiness]: a single light on in pitch blackness, going to the kitchen in the dead of night, feeling alone yet watched, staring into the void, cloudy and dusty blue skies, cool coastal towns, eerie emptiness, liminal spaces, lighthouses, cold waves breaking on rocks, quiet solitude, lovecraftian-horror novels, the smell of tobacco, libraries in the evening, dark circles, feeling like the only person in the world, blurry faces in the distance

Halloween extra—Ghost [the Tower, the Empress]: many of you already feel like a ghost, disconnected from everything. A major upset happened that you’re still not “over.” This event shook you to the core and even destroyed some sense of self. Afterwards until now, you’ve been going through the motions and trying to survive, but not really “living.” However, I see that the metaphorical dust has settled. Now that things are not so unstable, you can come out of just “being” and start “doing.” What felt like the end was not, it was the prologue for something new.

Extra details: being blunt, the month of October or number 10 could be significant (besides it being Halloween), sitting in shopping carts, nihilism/apathy, smoking, denim jackets, the NorthEast US or cold, coastal areas. Reading. A town with a very small population. Big, empty parking lots, Lorde (particularly the song Team), feeling numb, grief, spooky video games, having lost a friend or friends being worried about you, being the breadwinner or living alone, dominant, money, spark of hope, standing alone on the beach

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Pile 4:

Message [the Star rx, seven of wands, the Moon|| king of pentacles]: hi pile 4! It feels like you guys have been in a situation where stress is mounting very slowly but constantly. You could feel upcoming respite, but you’re not quite there yet. For a lot of you this feels like holding out for an upcoming break (maybe a holiday break). You guys are embodying the liminal, aimless energy that the last moments of the year bring. You may already feel like you’re in those strange days right before New Year’s where everything feels up in the air and you have no idea what’s going to happen; there’s a sense of not knowing what to do in the future. That’s what potential feels like! Autumn is reminding you that success and bounty comes out of uncertainty.

Autumn vibes: reading comic books in the evening by lamplight, making a big deal of your Halloween costume, trick or treating, costume parties, mounds of candy, watching the Sun fall behind the cityscape, old TVs, watching cartoons and funny Halloween movies into the night, wrapping in a tiny blanket, leaves brushing past while you walk, going to other neighborhoods to see the holiday decorations, varsity jackets, hands in your pockets, seeing your breath in the air, days getting short but feeling long, indulging childhood nostalgia, kids running down the street with capes, enjoying the cool air

Halloween extra—Shadow Person [the Star, page of wands]: for you guys, I’m channeling shadow people. I heard, “he’s just standing there… menacingly!!” Funnily, for other pile’s Halloween specials their energy and message matched the creature well, but for you guys it feels different. I think it’s because you have a more lighthearted energy, like if you were a shadow person you would troll people for laughs lol. Anyway, your cards seem to say the same thing! You guys have already gone in and out of really dark times—you’ve been in the shadow and separated your identity from it. Even if you’re in one right now, you’re not at the lowest point you’ve been and there’s potential for positive change. You’ve gone through the ringer probably more than once. You’re trying to ride the waves of life with a laugh after seeing the cyclical ridiculousness. You’re encouraged to use what you’ve been through to examine life from a new perspective of both light and shadow. Other people may not understand you at all without having your experience, but their perception doesn’t determine what you are or do.

Extra details: you guys may REALLY like comic book superheroes and villains (specifically DC; catwoman and the penguin? Also Spiderman), the hat man, goofy energy, conventions, an urban area with a lot of beige + brown buildings, swinging your hands while you walk, jacket pockets, high school, peace, religious friends or community, baptisms, lively churches, cartoon crossovers, planning to move once you finish this chapter of life, water is a very significant element; you might like sea animals, deep emotional world, strength, graduations, coming off as intimidating, not knowing what to do next, winter break, missionaries, Steve Lacy, Freddy Krueger

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jbaileyfansite · 11 months ago

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Interview with Jonathan Bailey and Matt Bomer from GQ Hype

Filled with cozy, Hemingwayesque signifiers of midcentury masculinity (think: taxidermy and artfully-tattered boxing gloves), the restaurant seemed perfect for a breezy, late-autumn hang in the West Village.

But there’s one problem: Matt Bomer and Jonathan Bailey have burgers on their minds. And while this place boasts a surplus of dead animals nailed to the wall, it somehow only serves snacks and salads in the afternoon. And as Bomer points out, Corner Bistro—a pub that, in his opinion, serves some of the best burgers in town—is just a six-minute walk away.

The British-born Bailey—who, in his black sweater, floppy beanie and overstuffed backpack, looks more like a backpacker who just rolled out of his hostel rather than one of the streaming era’s top heartthrobs—waxes rhapsodic about In-N-Out, the California burger institution, which he recently tried for the first time.

He asks the suave, Old Hollywood-handsome Bomer, who spends most of his time in L.A. with his husband and three teenage sons, where In-N-Out falls on his personal burger index. “Our boys are really good judges of burgers,” Bomer says, and for them, In-N-Out is up there—but so is the burger at Corner Bistro. And how can we send Bailey—the Viscount of Bridgerton himself—back to London without tasting New York’s best?

Our location, midway between Stonewall Inn and Julius, two of New York’s most historic gay bars, is apt. The project we’re here to talk about—the epic new Showtime series Fellow Travelers, in which the pair star—tips its hat to the legendary 1969 riots that happened in Stonewall, but goes even further, telling the story of gay liberation in the second half of the twentieth century.

Part epic love story, part political thriller, Fellow Travelers begins in 1950s Washington, D.C., with an illicit affair between the strapping Hawkins “Hawk” Fuller (Bomer), a State Department official savvy to the ways of power, and the earnest, energetic Timothy “Tim” Laughlin (Bailey), the kind of wide-eyed idealist who goes to D.C. wanting to change the world. When they first meet, Tim is a conservative Catholic boy; his passionate, intensely erotic affair with Hawk both liberates him and throws him off his path.

Through the decades-spanning run of their relationship, the series takes us from the Lavender Scare of the 1950s—when a McCarthy-era policy that institutionalized homophobia expelled many “sexual deviants” from government, resulting at one point in a suicide a day—to the AIDS crisis of the 1980s.

The series is based on the Thomas Mallon novel of the same name. But where Mallon’s book generally focuses on the 1950s and the explosive romance between Hawk and Tim, the series expands the Fellow Travelers universe to reach through the decades and cover the Vietnam War protests of the '60s and the White Night riots of 1979.

“It's been taught that LGBTQIA+ history begins at Stonewall,” says Jelani Alladin, the actor who plays queer Black journalist Marcus Hooks in the series. “It’s a kind of false narrative. Queer people have been around taking a stand for themselves since the beginning of time.”

It feels like a disservice to call a series so sexy and so compelling as educational. But Fellow Travelers does serve as an important history lesson for younger generations who may not fully understand the battles fought before their time. “It was a really dark period in American history that obviously we're not taught in school,” says executive producer Robbie Rogers, who prior to his work in film and TV was the soccer player who became the first openly gay man to compete in a North American professional sports league. “We're not taught LGBT history.”

When the first episode of the series came out in late October, a viral clip showcasing Bailey and Bomer in a particularly kinky sex scene had Gay Twitter shuddering with excitement. In the scene, Bailey’s Tim uses his power as a sub to persuade Bomer’s Hawk to take him to an important D.C. party. “I’m your boy, right?” he tells Hawk. “Your boy wants to go to the party.” In surely one of this year’s hottest scenes on film or TV, we see Bailey hungrily suck on Bomer’s toes and gamely attempt to put his foot in his mouth. Earlier in the series, Hawk gives Tim the name “Skippy” after thoroughly dominating him in bed, a gesture of affection as much as of ownership.

Sex is a powerful, world-shifting force in Fellow Travelers, but it’s also a Trojan horse. While the early episodes bristle with erotic energy, every exchange between Bomer and Bailey is about power as much as it is about sex. And the further you go into Travelers, the more you realize what’s really at stake when these two hit the sack.

“Even in the ‘50s, they had joy,” Travelers creator and writer Ron Nyswaner, the Oscar-nominated screenwriter of Philadelphia, says. “You might be struggling, but that doesn't mean every moment of your life you're a victim of oppression. Behind closed doors they had a life—it's just that at any moment, the police could come through those doors and ruin that life.”

That unapologetic approach to queer desire is still pretty revolutionary in a big-budget prestige series on a major network. Gone are the days when gay characters were allowed to exist onscreen as long as they adhered to respectability politics. In Fellow Travelers, the queer characters are allowed passionate, unapologetically freaky pleasures.

“There's no shame attached to that,” Bailey says. “And I do think Matt's character detonates something in Tim. It's a gift to meet someone [who does the] radical act of helping you feel less shame and understand that intimacy that can be explored in so many different ways.”

Religion is a big theme in Fellow Travelers. Hawk is bound by covenant to his wife; Tim struggles with Catholic guilt. And like many queer people, Bomer and Bailey themselves have both had to negotiate religion within their queer identities.

“It took me a long time to dismantle it and to question what I was being told,” Bailey says. “Religion is interesting because it’s the voice of the shame but also [a source of] relief. There was this person that I could speak to—and I definitely did have that full conversation with a higher power. But the contradiction is brutal. To really lean into that as a gay kid who's not born into a gay family, you see both sides of what religion can provide, which is scathing judgment—as I felt it looking back—but also a real space for catharsis and nourishment.”

Bomer says he has an individualized approach to religion: “It's something that I've found for myself over years and years of exploration. It's just highly personal that way.” Bomer is proud to have raised his kids in a truly intersectional environment. “They go to an Episcopal school, but they're in school with Muslim kids, with Jewish kids,” he says. “We gave them that experience and then let them find their own way from there.”

On the way to Corner Bistro, Bomer gives Bailey a capsule tour of gay West Village. “That’s an iconic lesbian bar,” he says, pointing out Cubbyhole on West 12th street. Later, he asks if we’ve ever been to Fire Island. “You can have any experience you want there,” Bomer tells me, when I confess my anxiety around Speedos. “It's not just one thing.”

These streets bring up certain memories for Bomer. He tells us about coming up as an actor in New York in the early 2000s, at one point living in “a renovated crackhouse in Brooklyn.” Later, he worked two jobs to afford a one-bedroom apartment he split with a fellow aspiring actor—none other than Lee Pace, the famous, and famously tall (6′ 5″, if you don’t know), actor and Internet Boyfriend who Bomer has known since high school. “I’ll tell you how long I've known Lee Pace,” he says. “I’ve known him since he was shorter than me, when he was 14 and I was 15.”

As gay men are wont to do, trust that the group veered off-topic to talk about vocally-prodigious divas. Bomer has just seen the Broadway production of David Byrne’s Here Lies Love, which tells the story of the rise and fall of Imelda Marcos, the wife of the Philippine dictator Ferdinand Marcos. And when he finds out that I grew up in the Philippines, he tells me how much he loves Lea Salonga, the Tony-winning Filipino Broadway star who appears in the production.

We ask Bailey if he’s familiar with her. “Do I know Lea Salonga?” he asks. “She was Fantine!” he retorts, referring to her role in Les Misérables in Concert: The 25th Anniversary.

From there, we fall into a Filipino diva rabbit hole, talking about former Pussycat Doll Nicole Scherzinger (currently appearing in a well-received West End production of Sunset Boulevard that Bomer tells Bailey they must catch together), Mutya Buena of the Sugababes (an iconic U.K. girl group that Bailey and I separately saw live recently), and Darren Criss (who Bomer directed on The Assassination of Gianni Versace: American Crime Story—technically a straight male, but one who earns diva status for his formidable vocals and the dance he did in a red speedo on Versace).

As we near the pub, a thirty-something woman walking hand in hand with her man does a hilariously convincing impression of the Distracted Boyfriend meme at the sight of Neal Caffrey and Anthony Bridgerton casually strolling through West 4th Street.

“Her neck!” Bailey says, audibly concerned.

In Corner Bistro, with sandwiches and coffees in hand (Bailey decides on a classic burger and a grilled chicken sandwich), we settle down in a cozy booth and talk about the points in their careers where Fellow Travelers found the actors, the hard-won representation Hollywood’s queer community has been fighting for for decades, and the LGBTQ+ talents of color they’d like to support on their own projects.

Bomer, of course, has been famous since the early 2010s, when he became a star on the series White Collar, and along with Neil Patrick Harris, proved that openly gay actors could become leading men. Since then, he’s conquered Broadway (The Boys in the Band), won a slew of awards (Golden Globe and Critic's Choice trophies for The Normal Heart) and become a producer and director.

In the past, Bomer has discussed the way doors closed on him even as he was being celebrated for being an out gay actor. When asked about that now, he says, “I choose just to never look back in anger about anything. Ultimately, my career is a lot richer because I decided to be open with who I am.”

“It’s a wave of progress that Matt's been surfing and is at the front of,” says Bailey. “And it's been a real honor to be able to get on my boogie board next to him.”

Before he became a global star mid-pandemic playing the grumpy, furry-chested Anthony Bridgerton on the Netflix juggernaut Bridgerton, Bailey was an award-winning actor in both the West End and British television. Huge fame didn’t find Bailey until his early 30s, so when it did, he had a clear idea of what he wanted to accomplish with his platform.

“I feel the responsibility immeasurably,” Bailey says. “I get it when people are saying you create a chair and bring people [to the table].” He talks about the connection between the civil rights movement and the queer liberation. “The Black queens are the ones who really started to fight,” he says. “It's amazing to feel politically activated. And if there's any project to do that, it's going to be Fellow Travelers. It will change the way I see myself in and the world I live in.”

The intersectionality makes the story Travelers is trying to tell even richer—most of all in Alladin’s scene-stealing portrayal of the conflicted Marcus Hooks, a pioneering Black journalist who pushes against segregation as he grapples with his own sexuality. “When I look at older men today, I'm like, You guys have endured so much,” Aladdin says. “From the Second World War all the way through to the AIDS crisis, it was nonstop life crisis after life crisis. To have been able to survive through all that, there needs to be a real, solid weight on the feet of [these characters].”

Part of the pleasure of watching Fellow Travelers is picking up on the cinematic references hidden in each scene. Hawk and Tim’s first interactions evoke the forbidden affair in David Lean’s 1945 classic Brief Encounter. When Hawk’s family settles in suburbia, the show evokes the Technicolor repression of the great Douglas Sirk melodramas. When Hawk and Tim run through the beaches of Fire Island in the ‘70s, that iconic image of Burt Lancaster and Deborah Kerr kissing on the beach in From Here to Eternity may flicker in your mind. And in some ways, the series plays like a gayer, hornier The Way We Were—an epic love story tossed on the tides of political change. (In this version, of course, the Barbra Streisand character is an eager foot-licking sub and Redford’s Hubbell Gardiner is a daddy with a pit fetish.) Fellow Travelers allows us to imagine an alternate timeline where queer love has always gotten as much screen time as cinema’s great heterosexual romances, giving other kinds of stories the chance at celluloid immortality too.

In the book, Hawk is described as being more handsome than Gregory Peck. But seeing Bomer in period-appropriate clothing, the Old Hollywood leading man I thought of was Montgomery Clift, the talented and ultimately tragic gay actor who starred in classics like Red River and A Place in the Sun. For a time in the mid 2010s, Bomer was attached to star in a Montgomery Clift biopic for HBO, to be directed by the great gay director Ira Sachs. “Ira is a genius,” Bomer says. “[But] I think that ship may have sailed.”

Still, when I press him about doing it in the future, he lights up. “You know, I’m [now] the same age Monty was when he passed away,” Bomer says. “I always thought it'd be really interesting to do a play about the last night of his life, when he's watching one of his old movies on TV. And he had this man who lived with him and took care of him for the last chapter of his life.There's an interesting play in there somewhere…. Maybe Liz Taylor swings by.”

What’s changed since the mid 2010s is that a lot of Hollywood’s current gatekeepers are queer people who were fighting from the bottom a decade ago. “It's the people, the gatekeepers who are now going, ‘We are going to make this [queer] story,’” Bailey says. “This narrative that gay people have to be closeted in order [for a project] to be commercial and in order for things to be interesting to people—it's been dismantled. But it's slow because it's not just straight people who think that—I think everyone believed that in the system of Hollywood.”

Nyswaner, who has been working in Hollywood since the early ‘80s, has seen that shift up close. “When I grew up in the ‘60s and early ‘70s, I never heard the word ‘homosexual’ spoken aloud,” he says. “There was no conversation that I ever had with anybody about homosexuality. It was not just bad, it was the unspeakable thing—that's how terrified people were of us.”

And while he agrees that, in some ways, it feels like the LGBTQ+ community is once again losing ground on some rights, Nyswaner refuses to accept that there hasn’t been change. “Sometimes I hear people say, ‘Well, we haven't gotten anywhere.’ And I'm here to say, ‘Oh, yes, we have.’ Because actually you can turn on the television and find gay characters.”

Fellow Travelers is the culmination of a dream for a number of the men involved in the series.

“When I met Ron, he was talking about how he thinks about this as his lifelong legacy project,” Bailey says. “And I just said to him, ‘Whoever ends up going on this journey with you, I think it'll be the same [for them] probably.’”

“In some ways, Fellow Travelers is a span of my life,” Ron Nyswaner says. “I was an infant in the McCarthy era. And then I came out of the closet in 1978 and just danced and did cocaine and had multiple sexual partners—we didn't know what was coming, which was the AIDS crisis.” Nyswaner was nominated for a Best Original Screenplay Oscar in 1993 for Philadelphia, the landmark drama about an AIDS patient who sues his employers for AIDS discrimination. In a way, the historical span of Fellow Travelers gives the battles fought in Philadelphia their context.

Rogers remembers being a closeted soccer player in the late 2000s, watching Tom Ford’s A Single Man and hoping one day to be able to find love and take control of his own narrative. And Bailey recalls, post-Bridgerton, realizing that he could suddenly write his own destiny and vowing to seek out “a sweeping gay love story.”

Bomer, meanwhile, says—laughing, but seemingly dead serious—that it’s his goal to play a queer character from every decade of the 20th century. “A queer Decalogue,” he says, referencing the Krzysztof Kieślowski classic.

Bomer’s next project might just help him do that. He’s currently producing a Steven Soderbergh film on Lawrence v. Texas, the case that overturned the sodomy laws in Texas in 2003 but started in the 90s.

There are many more stories to tell. And as our interview winds down, Bomer and Bailey start spitballing dream projects.

We talk about All of Us Strangers director Andrew Haigh, who’s revered for his portraits of gay intimacy. “Andrew Haigh has been a special filmmaker for years,” Bailey says. “I think [his film] Weekend informed actually how I approached the sex scenes in [Fellow Travelers].”

“I’d love to play Jessica Fletcher's queer grandson who moves back to Cabot Cove,” Bomer says, referencing Angela Lansbury’s iconic role in Murder, She Wrote. “He's inherited her house and he finds an old journal in her library, and it's a case she never saw and he takes up her mantle.”

And moments before the restaurant speakers suddenly start blaring George Michael’s “Freedom ’90,” Bailey comes in with a killer pitch: “I’m obsessed with the Sacred Band of Thebes, an army of 300 gay lovers in [ancient] Greece. They partnered in pairs, this gay army, and they overthrew a Spartan army… I want to do that as a comedy.”

“Oh hell yes!” Bomer says.

“Just get all the queer actors together,” Bailey says, laughing.

“Lee Pace, everyone,” Bomer says.

“Where would we film it?” Bailey asks.

“Mykonos?” Bomer suggests.

“Flaming Saddles, down the road,” Bailey counters with a chuckle, referring to a gay bar in midtown.

“Oil us up and let’s go!” Bomer says.

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LUNATIC III

Summary:

Halloween night at Sins.

Notes:

Hello Heathens! This chapter is hella long! As I was writing more and more just kept getting added that made sense and so I kept it in. I thought about making it a 2 part but decided to hell with that! This chapter has been one of my favorites to write so far and I hope you enjoy it as well. *Fair warning: There is knife play as well as a little blood play in this chapter. There be some torture as well. ALSO...Sex work IS real work. If you can't get with that, please kindly leave as this fic is sex and sex worker positive :) Happy Reading!

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“Come one! Come all! To Sins Debaucherous Carnival!” Your voice proclaims across the entryway, out into the autumn air where a line has formed as far as around the corner. The video continues, your voice entrancing the waiting patrons.

“Tis Hallows Eve and the night is young. Prepare yourselves for a night of raucous fun! From spooky sexy skeletons, to our sirens sensual song, let your darkness be your guide as you travel the sins of the flesh we provide. Muahahaha.”

The team, having decided to celebrate, take in the entryway and swarm of bodies as they make their way to the main stage, where your act for the night is set to begin.

The atmosphere in the club is a bit darker tonight. The lights are dimmer and the wait staff look ghoulishly delicious, in varying shades of death. They arrive at their booth and settle in, anxious to see what you have in store for the audience tonight.

El Tango de Roxanne begins to play as the curtains open and a lone red spotlight centers on a single bed. The only other light comes from a lone window, in which the shadow of a well built man can be seen.

The spotlight fades to dimmed stage lights as you enter stage left followed by August, the perfect partner for this tango of tortured love. You're dressed in a skin tight black dress with a slit up to the waist on one side. Hair loose and wild. Dark smokey makeup adorns your face as matte black stiletto nails dipped in crimson grace your fingers. August is clad in a maroon button down, black slacks and gray suspenders. Hair disheveled and a scowl on his handsome face.

Clearly an argument is happening and as the song progresses and builds the fight turns violent. You pull a switchblade from your garter and point it at August. He scoffs, determined that you wouldn't have the balls to cut him. He takes a step too close and you lash out on instinct, slashing his pectoral, ruining his shirt as blood quickly rises to the surface.

He looks down in disbelief at the minor flesh wound. He reaches for you as you try to back away, catching your dress and ripping it from your body, exposing the black laced lingerie beneath. He tosses it to the side as you stand in shock for only a moment. That pause was all he needed to reach up and intertwine his fingers in your hair, pulling you in close to his body to dominate you with a kiss.

You lose yourself in his power, succumbing to the scorching chemistry you’ve always had. You cant let him think he’s won once again. The time to take your power back is now. You have places to be and people depending on you. Without wasting another moment you climb him, wrapping your arms around his shoulders, providing yourself enough leverage to bite down on his neck, taking him by surprise yet again.

He walks forward until he can slam you against the wall, pinning you with his hips, dislodging you from his throat. You stare up at his darkened blue eyes, panting as you lower your hands to the bulge in his slacks, palming him once before undoing his button and zipper. Pulling him out, you give his thick length a couple strokes, spreading his leaking precum down his shaft.

Wrapping your legs around his waist you pull him close as you tilt your hips and use your body weight to turn you around, his back now against the wall. He grabs the globes of your ass so you don’t fall as he pulls your panties to the side, allowing you to impale yourself on his rigid cock.

You begin to grind and ride him hard, unleashing all your pent up hurt and anguish on his impressive body. You hate that you ever let yourself love this man. One who thinks he can own you and control your every move. No more. It’s time for this little witch to fly.

It's a volatile seduction of limbs and flesh. Your claws rake down his chest as he tries to get his dominance back but is thwarted by your overwhelming need to consume him. Your other hand gripping his hair and holding him where you want him as you devour his mouth.

You end up allowing him to take you to the bed. He lets you remain on top, enjoying the view. As your climax nears you wrap your small hands around his thick neck and begin choking him. He doesn't resist as he is on the precipice of his own release, that is until you both reach your end and you add pressure to his windpipe. He tries to buck you off but his efforts become weaker the longer he is deprived of oxygen until he loses consciousness.

You remove yourself from his prone frame, fix your panties, grab a dress from the closet, and check yourself in the mirror on the wall before heading to the window. You throw it open, kissing the stranger on the balcony who pulls you through. He leans down to grab a bag at his side and proceeds to cart you away into the night.

Lights fade to black and the audience bursts out in uproarious applause.

Your favorite reusable bottle, full of ice cold h2o, is placed in your hand by Walter as you catch your breath backstage. You gulp down the cool liquid as he pushes a sweaty strand of hair behind your ear.

“That was intense, Bug.” He caresses your cheek, running his thumb along your bottom lip as you remove the bottle, capturing an errant drop of water, returning it to your tongue. “It looked like my brother's black soul left his body when you both came.”

You feel arms wrap around you from behind. “It practically did.” August confesses to his brother as he lays a light kiss on your neck. “Granted it’s an emotionally charged number as is, something was certainly different tonight.”

He backs up and begins removing his bloodied shirt, exposing his hairy, muscle bound torso. “I wonder if it had anything to do with you being told that the Avengers had just been seated at the booth you had permanently set aside for them.”

“Ah, yes. Earth's mightiest have taken a liking to our little Nyx.” Walter looks down to see you shooting daggers his way. “Seems the reverse can be said. Wade must be losing his mind.” They both laugh.

You take the washcloth from August's hand before he can clean his chest, drop your panties, step out of them and proceed to remove his spend from your body. “You know how I am. A glutton for all things that bring me pleasure.” You toss the cloth back to August. “Thor proved himself as mighty as to be believed and I would be lying if I said I didn't want a taste of them all.” You shrug.

“I know you well, darling. Always on the hunt for the one thing that may finally quench your thirst.” August imparts, as he places your right hand on the damp blood still staining his chest. “I also know that look in your eyes. You’re looking to lose yourself tonight. Need the release subspace brings.” He lifts your chin to catch your hooded eyes. “Been in control of everything for too long getting ready for tonight's carnival. Fuck, you had me practically bowing at your feet on stage.”

Walter cages you in against his brother. “Usually we’d drag you back to your suite and take you apart until we get you nice and floaty.” He kisses your shoulder. “Then I’d run you a bath and bring you back up to the land of the living.” He runs a hand up your thigh. “But I don’t think we’ll be enough for you tonight Ladybug.”

He looks at his brother, having one of those silent conversations they’re known for, before they both take a step away from you. “Let’s see how well these heroes can handle our favorite little hellion.”

Your bottom lip starts to protrude. August grips your chin quickly between his thumb and forefinger. “Don’t even attempt to pout, Darling.” He presses a soft kiss to your lips. “If they can’t provide you with what you so thoroughly need, you know where to find us. We’re only ever a call away.”

He releases you and sends you on your way out to the main room with a swat to your ass.

“Give em hell, Bug!” Walter shouts followed by laughter as the door closes behind you.

You find the team with ease, clearly enjoying themselves and the libations your faithful staff have provided. It’s a sight to see them with relaxed postures and smiles abound. As you saunter over, you can’t help but notice the power emanating in waves off of the two former assassins, book-ending Steve.

As if sensing your presence, or quite possibly your arousal coating your skin, Bucky glances your way, tracking your movement to the table. “I see you all are enjoying yourselves.”

“Nyx! Just the woman we were drooling over.” Tony jests.

“Your performance did have me salivating.” Thor raises his large stein. “The control in which you have on your body is to be admired and I would not balk at a chance to explore it yet again. Perhaps to test its boundaries this time.”

“Always the charmer, Odinson.” You smile in his direction.

“Down puppy. Let the rest of us get a chance before you go in for seconds.” Clint barks out.

“Speaking of.” Tony interjects. “I know we just watched you have a good ol time up on stage. You look fantastic when you come by the way.” He winks. “But are you up for a little playtime this evening? Or are you too busy running the joint?”

You wriggle your finger for Tony to come closer. “Oh I’m done for the night. My staff has everything under control. I’m not leaving the premises, so if anything goes wrong they know where to find me.”

“And where will that be, doll?” Buck asks, locking eyes with you.

“In the Sanguine Suite of course.” You say nonchalantly.

“The blood suite.” Natasha quirks a brow. “That sounds like a party waiting to happen.”

“You’re welcome to join me.” You stare her down. “Only if you promise to bring you sharpest knife and the White Wolf with you.”

“So the name isn't just a clever moniker.” Bucky states.

“Well it is clever, but no, it is certainly more than just a name.” You bite your lip.

“So the woman who derives pleasure from pain also likes to get bloody in bed. Giving or receiving?” Nat, having gotten up from the booth, asks of you.

“Depends on my mood really.” You graze a finger along her collarbone. “I’ve already drawn blood tonight though.”

You notice Bucky approaching you both from the side. “That could only mean you are looking for a little hematic release then.” You nod your head. “We can certainly provide that for you, doll.”

“I won’t make it easy on you Wolfy.” You declare.

“Wouldn’t dream of it any other way.” He responds.

Nat leans in and gives you a sensual yet dominating kiss. Making your brain melt and your insides go gooey already. She pulls away, holding you steady as you sway on your weak legs. “Lead the way Malyshka.”

With a quick look to the table, you spot Steve with a wide grin on his face. “Have fun, dollface. Don’t worry bout us. I’m sure we can find something to entertain ourselves with.”

“Everything is on the house tonight. So please do enjoy yourselves. And if I don’t see you before the mornings light, I bid you a blessed Hallows Eve.” You grab Bucky's metal hand with yours and link your other arm with Nat’s as you begin your trek back to your personal suite.

“Welcome to my home away from home. Honestly I spend more time than I would like crashing here.” You let them in. “If I’m not out satisfying my thirst for vengeance, using Tartarus for it’s intended purposes, I usually work so late that I’m too tired to make it to my loft. Plus the bed is fantastic.”

“Looks it.” Nat agrees.

“Have a look around. Make yourselves comfortable. Get acquainted with the space. I'm still a bit of a mess from my performance. Sticky with sweat, among other things. I’m just going to wash the night away so the fun can begin. I’ll leave the door open. You’re more than welcome to join.” You give your most innocent smile, mischievous eyes giving you away.

Nat wastes no time following you into the bathroom. “Here let me.” She runs her fingers up your arms, pushing the straps down as she reaches your shoulders, letting the dress fall to the floor. She looks down and quirks a brow. “Your panties seem to be missing. I distinctly remember you leaving the stage with them on.”

“Everything about August is large. Down to the size of his loads.” You state. “Not to mention, the viscosity. I didn't feel like walking around with it slowly trailing down my thighs, so I did a quick cleanup and decided to air dry.”

You smile sweetly at her as she reaches around and unclasps your bra with one hand. “Let’s see if he left anything behind shall we.” Her dainty fingers traverse up your inner thigh, slapping each one to get you to spread them, before sinking her middle finger to the knuckle into your dampened folds.

She pumps her hand a few times, crooking her finger to reach all the good spots, making you weak in the knees already. Pulling out she raises her wet hand between you. “Well would you look at that, it’s all you.”

“Thor can’t stop talking about how amazing she tastes.” Bucky speaks from the door frame. “Is it true, doll?”

Nat licks her finger clean, moaning as your essence coats her tongue. “Fuck that’s good.”

“Guess I’m going to have to find out for myself.” He steps into the bathroom. “Turn around. Hands on the counter and present that dripping little cunt for me, doll.”

You easily comply, bending over the counter, ass high in the air, weeping pussy on full display.

He stands behind you, catching your eyes in the mirror before lowering himself to his knees. Placing his hands on your hips, the cool of the metal soothing your heated skin, he leans forward and runs his thick tongue slowly from clit to slit and back again. “I don’t think his words did you justice, doll. If I’m not too careful, I could find myself addicted to your taste on my tongue. I think I may be ruined already.”

You remain in place and just whimper at his words. “Someone is feeling subby.” Nat mentions. “She hasn’t moved an inch since you commanded her to present for you.” She looks at Bucky.

“That what you need tonight, doll? To surrender? Feel that loss of control?” Bucky asks.

“Yes.” You whisper out. “Yes, I just want to float away.”

“We can provide that for you.” Nat states. “Let’s set some guidelines before we begin.” You and Bucky both nod. “Good. We can go over them while you shower if you still wish to do so.”

“I do. Muscles are still tense.” You reply.

Bucky starts the shower, checks the temp, lifts you up and places you inside. “Wash up, but leave your hair dry if possible please.” He hands you a hair tie from around his wrist for you to do so.

“Okay. Now. Let’s clarify what is happening here.” He starts. “You want to partake in a scene where Nat or I…”

“Both.” You quickly squeak out.

He chuckles. “Where Nat and I Dom you. Is that correct?”

“Yes.” You nod.

“Great.”

“Anything specific you would like to have happen? Safewords?” Nat asks.

“I use the traffic light system for scenes. Simplest for all parties to remember.” You lather up your body. “And I do have a certain kink in mind that I would love to have utilized if you're comfortable with it.”

“Which kink would that be, doll?”

“I think I have an inkling.” Nat teases.

“Knife play. If getting a little bloody isn't an issue for you.” You look at them. “I wouldn't be opposed to being tied down at your mercy either.”

You watch the tent rise further in Bucky’s jeans. “I can most certainly accommodate that for you.” He twirls his favorite knife around his fingers.

“This is going to be fun.” Nat responds. “Anything else?”

“No that’s pretty much it.”

��Great. Now hurry up and rinse off.” Bucky states as he goes to grab a towel. “You’re to dry off and wait for us to call you into the room.” He pulls you to him by the back of your head and kisses you for the first time, allowing you to taste yourself on his tongue. “Marks?”

“Nothing permanent please.”

“Understandable.” He kisses you once more and heads back into the room to set up. Nat places a light kiss to your lips then follows.

You’re standing, wrapped in a towel, waiting impatiently for your admittance back into your bedroom.

Måneskins I Wanna Be Your Slave starts playing from the bluetooth speakers hidden throughout the suite.

I see they took the time to inspect the space before play. They seem to have done this together before. I’m curious how this will all pan out. Lucky for them I’m not feeling too bratty tonight.

“Alright, Doll. Time for you to come on out.” Bucky projects just loud enough to be heard over the speakers. “Leave the towel behind.”

You drop the towel, take a deep calming breath to sooth the anxious, excited energy coursing through your body and step into the room.

The lights have been turned to their sensual setting. I see they found the control center. I’m not surprised. They are both assassins after all.

Nat steps up to you, ghosting a hand down the center of your torso, surveying your inked skin and stopping just above your mound. “Sit on the edge of the bed. Hands, palms up on your thighs.”

She steps aside as you make your way over to your king size bed, noting the red rope tied to the normally hidden hooks in your headboard. You seat yourself on the dark gray silk sheets, letting the cool fabric calm your heated skin as you place your hands on your thighs, eyes cast to the floor on instinct.

“Would you look at that Bucky.” Nat casually states. “I didn't even have to instruct her to keep her head down. What a good girl.”

You feel the warmth radiating from your center, bump up a notch at her praise.

“I knew she would be the perfect little sub.” He replies. “All that control. All of the time.” He lifts your chin up with his metal fingers. “That bratty attitude. The need to fight back. Make ‘em earn your submission.”

You catch the glint of his switchblade as he twirls it in his flesh hand. “When in reality you're just waiting for the right Dominate. Or two. To come make you feel safe enough to just give in.” He runs the knife down your stretched throat. “Am I right, doll?”

“Yes, Sir.” You whisper out.

“Good, girl.” He presses the edge of the blade in just enough to cut the skin and a small well of blood to seep out before he removes it completely. “Now. You're going to take those dainty little fingers and undress us.” He instructs. “Every piece of skin you expose you will kiss. Understood?”

You nod your head. “Yes, Sir.”

With surprisingly steady hands you reach forward, sliding your hands under his shirt pulling up as far as your seated position will allow. He bends forward and allows you to pull his shirt off the rest of the way. You toss it to the side as he returns to standing, being sure to follow his command and lay gentle kisses to his flesh.

You glide your hands along his abdominal muscles, enjoying the tickle of his happy trail against your palms as you make your way to his waist band. You undo his belt, leaving it open as you pull his zipper down, allowing his pants to drop to his ankles. You admire the generous dick print straining against his boxer briefs, demanding to be released. You tuck your fingers in the elastic band and drag the fabric down his thick thighs, licking your lips as the thickness of him is exposed, a drop of precum glistening on the tip.

“As tempting as that pretty mouth is, I’ll have to try it out another night.” Bucky tells you. “You're doing such a good job. Be sure to treat Nat with the same care.”

“Yes, Sir.” You watch him take a step back to allow Natasha to stand before you, as he goes about removing his boots.

You repeat the same process to remove her clothing. Allowing yourself to indulge in the feeling of her soft, supple skin against yours. You took your time peeling her red lace bra down her arms, mouth watering at the sight of her exposed breasts. Your anticipation has been ratcheting with each kiss you’ve placed upon her silky skin.

As you go to remove her matching thong, you can’t help the small smile that teases your mouth at the sight of the dampened fabric. You chance a look up at her face. “All your doing Malyshka. You can go ahead and be proud.”

Your smile widens as you pull the wet fabric down her legs and take in the small triangle patch of red curls pointing you towards her exquisite pussy.

She runs a finger along your bottom lip and pulls your attention back to her face. “Lay back on the bed sweet girl. Head resting on a pillow, arms up by your ears.”

You place yourself in the requested position and wait on bated breath as you feel the bed dip on either side of you.

You watch with bated breath as they both take a hand, securing you to the ropes attached to the headboard. They make the knots tight enough to feel, but able to quickly be released if the need arises. You also notice the amount of give you’re provided with allows for some movement while still remaining securely locked in.

You legs remain free, which you are thankful for as Bucky leans down to give you a deep sensual kiss, groaning as he sucks your bottom lip into his mouth before sitting back up to reveal Nat holding a Wartenberg Pinwheel to your right. “What’s your color, doll?”

“Green.” You sigh out as you clench your thighs together.

“Great.” He ghosts his flesh hand down your torso, stopping to pinch your left nipple. “I’ll let Nat have her fun with these beauties.” He pinches the other nipple so that both are now standing at attention.

He trails his fingers down your belly until they graze over your mound, surpassing your slick soaked folds and teasing along your inner thighs. “I have my eyes set on decorating another set of anatomy.” You watch as he picks up the blade sitting beside him, running his thumb along the sharp edge.

While you are mesmerized by the way the light reflects off the polished silver, Nat takes the opportunity of your distraction to run the pinwheel down your chest with just enough pressure to have you gasping out. “You're a responsive little one. This is going to be even more fun than I thought it would be.”

“This is going to be quite the sensory overload for you.” Bucky states as he teases the knife across your inner thighs. You want to squeeze them, but doing so would take away all the tingly sensations the cold steel is providing you with.

Sensory overload was a correct assumption on Buckys part. You nerve endings have come alive with each passing graze from each instrument. There’s a hitch in your breath as Nat begins to circle your areolas, skirting fully across your nipple with some added pressure every once in a while. You close your eyes, tilt your head back and just let yourself bask in the torturous teasing.

As soon as you find a sense of peace, the temperature of the scene gets taken up a notch. Having had his fill of teasing Bucky asks you once again. “Color?”

“Green, Sir. So green.” You hum out.

With a quick flick of his wrist, he creates a shallow cut along the meatiness of your inner thigh. It’s small, just barely breaking the skin, not enough to leave a scar but enough to leave you reminders of this night for days to come. You squeak out at the sudden jolt of pain.

Bucky leans forward, running his tongue along the small trickle of blood seeping from the fresh wound before latching his mouth around it and sucking a bruise into the flesh surrounding. You’re really turning into a mess now. You try to squeeze your thighs together but he just places his shoulders taut so they stay in place.

Nat consumed by the sinful display in front of her, applies more pressure to the pinwheel playing beneath your breasts, leaving some marks of her own as she take a nipple into her mouth and bites down as she teases the tip with her tongue.

If you were a mess of sensations before you're a catastrophe by now. Whimpering and panting as you give in to that lovely pleasurable pain.

Bucky tilts his head back, admiring his marks on your left thigh for a moment. “Color?”

“Still. Green.” You whimper out.

“Perfect.” He then proceeds to repeat the same process to your right thigh as Nat switches to your neglected nipple. Each one ignoring your very aching pussy.

You're experiencing the sweetest torture, on the verge of begging one of them just to touch your pulsating cunt. You swear your heartbeat and clit have synchronized.

“Mmm, look at the mess you're making, doll.” Bucky states as he sits back on his knees. “Your sweet little pussy is just drooling all over these silk sheets. Got me hard as a fucking rock over here.” He squeezes the base of his cock and looks over to Nat. “I wonder how wet you’ve made Nat.”

“There’s only one real way to find out.” She responds, moving closer to your prone frame and throwing a leg over your chest, leaning forward, placing her hands on either side of your waist, allowing you to witness her soaked pussy and damp thighs.

“So, wet.” You whimper out, wishing you could run a finger along her folds.

“Go ahead and give it a taste, Malyshka. Show me what that tongue can do.” Nat requests. “I know I’m going to get myself a snack. Let’s see who lasts the longest.”

“Yes, Miss.” You quickly reply, as she backs up and places herself practically on your chin. As soon as she settles you get to work, licking her essence off of her folds before sucking her swollen little nub into your mouth, humming and creating a powerful combo between your vibrations and suction.

“Oh, fuck your good at that.” She moans out, distracted by your talents until Bucky touches her cheek, reminding her of her current challenge.

That was all she needed to lower her head and get to work unraveling you with her tongue. She refrained from using her fingers, wanting to add on to your desperation to be filled. Your tongue was on another level and she was having a harder time than she believed she would trying to get you to the finish line first.

It was time to pull out your nifty little party trick that has had many a vulva owner losing themselves on your tongue.

You can feel her thighs begin to tremble as she tries to keep it together and not cross the finish line first. This spurs you on further, the need to taste her orgasm on your tongue stronger than the need to find release yourself.

She lifts her head from between your thighs and lets out an uncontrollable moan as she stills above you. You feel her slick coat your tongue and trickle down your chin as you revel in besting the Black Widow. Her cum all the sweeter on your tongue.

“ Fuck that looked intense.” Bucky states, checking in on a panting Nat. “Need a minute?”

“I’m great.” She replies. “She’s more talented than I expected that’s all.” She spanks your juicy cunt. “With that out of the way I can focus on paying her back.”

Bucky spreads your thighs wider, allowing for better access to your leaking hole. He runs his dick along your folds, coating himself and teasing your sensitive clit. “I’m going to have to aid you in that Nat. I can’t stand another minute not buried to the hilt in this gorgeous pussy.”

He notches himself at your entrance and slowly pushes in, splitting you open, inch by inch on his thick girth. “Fuck your tight, doll. Little lips stretched out, hugging me so tight.”

Nat leans forward to get a closer look, fascinated by the sight. As Bucky begins to slowly thrust in and out, eliciting sweet moans to spring forth from your throat, she lowers her head down and teases your clit with the tip of her tongue.

“Oh, Fuck!” You shout at the added wet sensation.

“Shit! Keep that up Nat. She’s squeezing me even tighter the more you do those little circles. She’s so close to coming undone.”

Wanting you to feel as good as she still is, she doubles her efforts on your little nub, deciding to add just a little suction with the flick of her tongue. That was the right decision because seconds later you're screaming out both their names as you're coming all over Bucky’s cock and her tongue.

“That’s it. Soak my cock, doll. Such a good girl for us. Coming so pretty. Making all those sexy noises.”

Nat slides off your waist and heads over to your toy drawer as Bucky removes himself from your quivering channel.

“No. Want. More.” You whine out.

“Oh you’re getting more, doll. Believe that. I’m not finished with you yet.” He places his hands on your hips and turns you over onto your stomach, hands crossed as your wrists are still bound.

I knew there was a reason for the extra give.

Nat returns to the bed, placing herself in front of you, leaning against the headboard as Bucky scoots you back and lifts your ass in the air, spreading your knees to hold your weight. You notice she has pulled out a vibrator from your collection as you watch her tease herself before you.

“Color?” Bucky asks.

“Green. Very Green.” You reply.

“I’m not going to go easy on you. I’m too on edge at this point for that. Use your safeword if it gets to be too much.”

“Yes, Sir.” You arch your back, lifting your ass higher as you feel a hand smack down onto the flesh and squeeze.

“Fuck just look at that ass jiggle.” He smacks it again and then slams his length inside you. Wasting no time setting a lethal pace.

As his dick works it’s magic, carving out your insides, you watch as Nat matches his pace as she fucks herself on your toy. It doesn't take long for your next orgasm to hit. Not as big as the one prior but still toe curling to say the least.

You’re unsure how much time has passed as you continue to come on Bucky’s dick over and over again. Nat is thoroughly enjoying the show as she has gotten off twice more herself.

You notice the tempo of Bucky’s thrust becoming erratic. “I’m close, doll. So close. This tight little snatch just feels to fucking good wrapped around me.”

“Please.” You beg.

“Give me one more and I’ll give your a creamy treat. C’mon babygirl.” He smacks your ass and fucks you harder until your losing yourself once again, clenching around his dick so tight he’s barely able to pull himself out.

Somehow he manages to remove himself and kneel as close to Nat as he can get. He furiously pumps his cock until he unleashes his load all over Nat’s swollen pussy. Leaving quite the mess.

“I’m going to release your arms and I want you to clean up every drop of our cum with your tongue. Good girls help clean up the messes they make.” He tells you.

He releases you and you get to work relieving Nat of the semen coating her lips. The combined taste of them is unique and you find yourself at a loss when not a drop is left. You lift your head, open your mouth, sticking out your tongue and showing you didn't miss a drop.

“Such a good fucking girl.” Bucky praises you. “Come here. Let us massage and clean you up, doll.”

You’re cocooned between them as they alternate between soft caresses and massaging your sore muscles. It’s just the type of aftercare you were needing. It’s interesting to see such hard individuals being so soft with you.

You feet safe and floaty, just as you had set out for.

Your bliss is interrupted as Declan, one of your security team, knocks on your suite door to inform you that there’s an issue in Talia's room.

You throw on your stilettos and a silk nightgown that reaches midthigh and head off towards the play rooms. Upon entering the room you find a man being restrained by Cassidy against the wall as Talia sits teary eyed and curled up in a ball on the bed. A sheet draped across her form.

“What happened here?” You address Cassidy.

“He requested some rough and tumble but forgot his manners. No matter the transaction. No means No. When Tal resisted he gave her a good smack. She ran for the call button and managed to tap it before he began choking her out. That’s how I found him and restrained him until you could arrive. Sorry for ruining your play time.”

“No worries Cass. My needs were already met before I was summoned. If anything you shortened my come down. It’s no matter. I’m sure this will provide more than enough extra stimulation for the night.”

“Everything alright in here?” You hear Bucky’s smooth baritone at the threshold of the door. You turn to see him standing next to the good Captain.

“It will be. Once I teach this spineless man a lesson.” You smile ear to ear. “You’re free to watch, if you're into that sort of thing. Be warned. It will get messy.”

“Doll, our mess is still slicking your thighs. And down your neck as well.” He steps forward and runs his flesh finger along your clavicle, collecting the accumulated crimson along the way. He places the finger against his tongue and licks your essence clean. You moan watching him consume you so thoroughly.

“Guess getting messier is of no matter than.” You steady your breathing. “Now keep yourself out of my way unless called for. You good Sir are distracting me from my business.”

“As you wish, doll.” He pulls Steve into the room and takes a seat with him on the love seat placed near the bed.

“Cassidy. Bring the rule breaker to me and escort Talia to the door. One of the girls will accompany her to the back rooms so she can be assessed. You are to remain at the door on guard. No one is to enter without my explicit permission. Understood?”

“Yes, Ma’am.” He goes to do as he is told. You stop Talia on her walk to the door. “Anything I need to know before I begin?”

“He’s prideful. Boasts about his physique and title. He also has a wife and children.” She reveals.

“Wonderful. Thank you. That will be all for tonight. You are to take the next week off. And don't worry about pay, I will comp you for the days including the full for tonight’s holiday pay.”

“You’re too good to us Nyx.” She claims.

“You deserve it.” You remind her.

She leaves the room and you saunter over to your victim. "Since your actions have impeded my post orgasm high. I must let you know that I will be especially vicious tonight."

The scumbag scans your body and lets out a scoff. “You think I’m scared of you.” His eyes travel to the Winter Soldier sitting stoic next to Captain America. “Plus the good Captain is somehow here. There is no way his righteousness would let you harm an innocent man. I did nothing wrong. The little whore loved it.”

Steve just chuckles and shakes his head. Normally the man would be right, but one thing people seem to forget about him is that he is still a man. Not to mention that he always looks out for the underdog and the misfortunate as there was a time before he became America’s Golden Boy where he was treated as less than.

While the waste of space spewed his ridiculousness you took the time to retrieve the dagger hidden behind the headboard. As the last of Steve’s laughter rings out you have your arm wrapped around the d-bags throat and the dagger pointed at his groin. Resting nicely against the exposed skin, one wrong move and things will get bloody.

He stiffens as you nuzzle his cheek. “It’s funny how you think he’ll save you when this is my establishment and he is my guest. Now as much as I want to redecorate this room in your blood, it is one of our busiest nights of the year and frankly we need the room. So here is what is going to happen.”

You drag the dagger along his skin in a lazy playful fashion, grazing his dick along the way. “You my little piggy are going to sit nice and pretty, legs spread while I crave the word ‘Abuser’ into your ribs.” He begins to try to fight your hold and you squeeze his throat tighter. “Uh uh uh asshole. You broke my rules and marked up one of my girls. It’s only fair I return the favor. Now be a good boy and take your punishment or else I’ll have to ask the supersoldiers to hold you down.”

“Fuck you bitch” He spits out.

“Mmm. Wrong answer.” You quickly cut his inner thigh. “Strike one. Let’s try that again. They get deeper per strike. Now are you gonna be a good boy and take your punishment?”

“Your fucking crazy.” He seethes.

You cut him again, slightly deeper and closer to his groin. “Never claimed to be sane. I’m a product of my upbringing. As I’m sure you are as well. Last chance.”

“I’ll never submit to a whore.” He answers.

You deeply sigh. “Arrogance truly gets you nowhere.” You slice him nice and deep, quickly soaking the sheet in his blood. “Neither does false bravado. James, would you mind lending me a metal hand here.”

Bucky stands up, cracks his neck from side to side and makes his way over to the bed. You exchange a look before he proceeds to grab the man by the throat and pin him down to the bed with his metal hand. With the other he raises the arm closest to you and pins it above his head, exposing his ribs for your punishment.

“I was going to do this quickly and send you off to your banishment. But you just had to play a tough guy and now I’m going to take my sweet time.” You begin to cut the A right below his armpit, as he starts to scream. “Oh honey. Scream to your heart's content. The room is soundproof. No one to hear your sweet sounds of agony but those of us in the room.”

As promised you take your time carving out his scarlet letters. A sense of calm passes over you as you zen out while doing your task. You don't even notice the two sets of eyes that gaze upon you in awe with a haze of lust. The blood lust has taken over and you can't help but clench your thighs the more crimson is set free.

You finish the last letter, leaning back to admire your handy work before slapping the prick awake. “Rise and shine asshat! Where’s your phone?”

Delirious he mumbles out. “In my pants pocket.”

“Steve be a dear and fetch that for me will you.” You turn to watch him rise from the couch, a noticeable bulge tenting his slacks as he retrieves the phone for you and walks it over. “Thank you Captain.” You take the device. “I’ll be sure to show my gratitude in full momentarily.” You lick and bite your lip.

“Take your time, doll. I’m not going anywhere.” He pulls your lip from between your teeth and turns to head back to the couch.

You shake yourself out of the lust haze to finish your task. “Thank you James for lending a hand. You may return to the couch with your Captain. Don’t want you accidentally attached to my message. I’ll only be but a minute more.”

You place the device in front of the man’s face, unlocking it. You quickly turn on the camera and snap a few photos. You send a copy to your private server as well as messaging his wife, close friends, family and co-workers the photos along with a text that reads: I chose to break the rules at Sins. Therefore I’ve been branded and banned herein.

You walk over to the door and open it, getting Cassidy’s attention. “The trash is ready to be taken out now.” You tell him. “As always, make sure he understands the parameters of his banishment.” You step aside to let him in, watch as he grabs his discarded clothes from the floor and lifts him up into a fireman's carry, uncaring of his comfort as he marches him out the door and down the hall toward the exit.

Shutting the club back out, you walk over to the music controls along the wall. You scan the selection until you land on the perfect song for your current mood. “Dirty Pretty” by In This Moment begins to play, your hips swinging along as the beat drops in.

You turn towards the supersoldiers, holding court, manspreading on the couch. You're still riding the blood high from inflicting your punishment on the waste of air that broke your rules. Steve is still sporting a rather sizable bulge in his slacks and you’re dying for a taste of the Golden Boy who clearly has a dark side.

You saunter over to the couch, keeping eye contact with the blonde adonis, you hike your dress up to your hips and sink to your knees, between his spread thighs. “I can’t think of a better way to show you my gratitude than to have you spilling down my throat Captain.”

You reach forward and undo his belt and zipper, reaching in to pull his large member from the tight confines. The tip is already messy with precum, unconsciously you run your palm up and through the fluid, making sure to coat his length with it on the way down.

He instinctively tilts his hips up at the feeling of your hand wrapped around him. He holds his breath as he watches you lean forward and take him to the back of your throat in one slippery stroke. “Fuck” He grunts out as you swallow, muscles contracting around his girth.

Bucky observes the two of you for a couple moments before his aching balls get the better him and he pulls his own cock out. He can still smell your slick mixed with his fresh precum as he wraps a hand around the base and gives himself a couple pumps.

As you increase your efforts, Steve’s large hands encasing your head as you bob up and down, he gets up from his seat. He kneels behind you, pulling the back of your dress up even higher, until he sees your drooling little slit.

“I didn't get to fill this perfect little pussy up earlier, doll.” He spread your cheeks wide, admiring the view. “Wanna fuck you so bad baby. Need to make sure you’re leaking me for days, doll.” He growls out.

You slowly pull off of Steve’s cock with a soft pop and look over your shoulder. “Yes, please. Leave me nice and full, Sir.” You reply.

“This is going to be quick. I’m still sensitive from earlier and this pussy just feels to fucking good.” Bucky states and he pushes his way inside you, holding still for a moment to catch his breath.

“You should feel her mouth. He throat game is fucking deadly, Buck.” Steve states as you lick him from base to tip before slowly sucking him back down your throat. “I’m close to bustin’ myself.” He groans out.

You’re feeling nice and full, spit roasted between the two best friends. The lustful haze of contentment is slowly making itself known, once more and you let out a moan, thinking about how hot you all must look right now.

Spurred on by the clenching of your cunt, Bucky draws back and slams himself deeper within you. Adding a slight grind to his hips as he sets a brutal pace. This has you practically screaming around the dick lodged down your throat. The vibrations of your vocal chords setting Steve into a frenzy as well. He grabs your head, holding it steady as he fucks your face like your his own personal fleshlight.

It’s quick and dirty. The room fills with the sounds of skin slapping, groans, moans, and occasional sounds of you choking on Steve’s dick.

You feel Steve begin to thicken in your mouth as his hips become erratic. You have but a moment before your nose is buried in the blonde curls of his pelvis and you feel the first spurt of his cum hit your throat.

As you’re moaning and swallowing the large load, Bucky grips your hips tighter, slamming inside of you as far as he can go and burying his face between your shoulder blades as finds his own release. You can feel his cock twitch as each rope of his seed coats your walls.

He brings his metal hand down to your neglected clit and starts making little circles, whispering how good you fucking feel squeezing his cock as he fills you up, until your coming undone on his cock once again tonight.

He pulls out and admires his cum leaking from your abused hole before pushing it all back inside of you. “Mmm this pretty pussy might just become my new addiction.” He kisses your back and then moves to sit back on the sofa.

Wrapping a hand around your hair, Steve gently pulls you free from his length. He maintains eye contact as he wipes himself from your chin with his thumb, placing it in your mouth for you to clean when he is finished.

“Seems all of her is addicting.” He pulls his thumb out, watching you lick your swollen lips for any missing drops. “I’ll just have to make sure to get my fill whenever possible.” He pulls you up onto his lap and kisses you. Tasting himself on your tongue. “Let’s go get you cleaned up. You’ve had a long night.”

He lifts you up into a bridal carry and stands from the couch, following Bucky out of the room towards your suite. Uncaring that his belt and zipper is still undone. Thankfully his softened dick made it back into his pants at least.

Along the way you run into Trixie on her way to meet a client in her playroom. Steve nods his head at her as you pass, resulting in her giving you a wink and mouthing ‘I want details’ before you turn the corner.

Upon reaching your suite, Steve places you on the counter in your bathroom as he proceeds to run you a bath. Checking that the temperature is to his liking, he lifts you up and places you both in the large soaker tub. You’re lounging, chest to chest as he gently washes your back with his large hands. Caressing your skin and making you melt all the further.

If I’m not careful I could get used to this. Would that be so bad? Being all of theirs? I at least have to try the others out first right?!

#lunatic #avengers x reader #avengers smut #poc reader #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes smut #bucky x reader x natasha #natasha romanoff #natasha x reader #natasha romanoff smut #steve rogers smut #steve rogers x reader

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nicistrying · 12 days ago

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Sat 2nd November

Another shitty night's sleep. Came downstairs to sleep with Mags bc there were either fireworks or some other loud bangs going on at 3am. So we watched the office and I had a little nap and we went back to bed around 4.

Still up relatively early for a lovely autumnal walk

Got in the house and couldn't find my phone, ran back along our route to the last place I could remember having it (at the very top of the huge steep hill lmao), couldn't find it, ran back home thinking someone must have picked it up in the time it took me to get therr, only to realise it was on the fucking couch the whole time, I just had no recollection of going into the living room at all. So that's one way of getting a little run in 🤣 Went to get my nails done then grocery shopping and did some housework.

Walked Mags again, came home and snuggled down to watch tv.

Had a cuddle with Matt when he got home from work. He went back out to watch a firework display with his friends and I'm staying home with Mags bc she is so very anxious. She won't eat her dinner and will not leave the window

And this is our night lol. I'll probably sleep down here again so I can put the tv on to drown them out a bit for her. Hope everyone else's pets are coping better than this gal!

Happy Saturday ✌️

#fitblr #personal #saturday #walk #autumn #maggie #fireworks #anxious dog #nails #personal fitblr

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katzkinder · 5 months ago

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Setsugekka, Kurenai, Desire

A missing scene commissioned by @rwbypro featuring Tsubaki and his sublcass post reuniting after the hospital attack. Thank you so much, this was fun to write! Enjoy Tsubaki's weird headspace in this lol

Setsugekka: a snow white camellia cultivar with dark green, slightly matte foliage. Named for the Japanese expression of snow, moon, and flowers, embodying the three whites of the winter, autumn, and spring seasons. Satsuma Kurenai: as the name suggests, the bright red blooms of the kurenai camellia are approximately the size of a satsuma orange. Blooms show a small hint of yellow stamen, making it the true rose of winter Desire: A flashy and showy camellia which features large, up to four inch wide, double flowers in a formal style. Counting up to sixty petals, this pink to white camellia is sure to impress.

Black. White. Red.

The colors of the city at night, illuminated by his lanterns. The ethereal glow reflects off puddles, water, spilled beer, spilled stomachs, dancing on their surface in an eerie parade that would never be seen by mortal eye. Really, no matter how advanced humans became… The squalor of an inner city never changed. Trash. Forgotten, dirty corners. Forgotten, dirty people.

Thousands, at any given time, just out of sight. Abandoned. Betrayed.

Out of sight, out of mind.

Black. White. Red.

Black like bile. White like snow. Red like the camellia, which dies so gracefully. Without a single complaint. Without any inconvenient ugliness.

“I’m taking this city hostage.”

Black. White. Red.

Pink?

Three figures.

A black apron. A white uniform. Red, red eyes, just like his own.

Immediately, his heart lifts.

Someone with a melancholy heart is speaking to him. Someone with a love like fresh snow is telling him something. Someone with hands stained is touching him.

He dislikes this man. But he can’t fault him.

“There! ☆”

What matters the most… Is that his family is safe.

What matters the most is that they’re alive.

“Shamrock won’t be coming. It’s alright, though. Don’t worry about him.”

“Let’s go.”

He’s no longer sure who is following who.

He does know this. He could give a thousand apologies, carefully folded in his mouth like cranes… And it wouldn’t be enough. For the risk he took. For what he put them through. For…

Belkia brushes shoulders with him, energetic and bouncy as ever, and the thought flees from his mind.

The guilt remains, but it gives him perspective.

Black, white, red.

A single wish.

He wonders if that makes him selfish.

***

“You’re quiet. It’s a problem.”

“Is it?”

Otogiri peers at him, sitting with her knees drawn to her chest, fingers wiggling between her bare toes. He really wishes she’d wear shoes more often. There’s too much broken glass around, not just here, in their temporary base as they await the coming of the red moon… But everywhere in Tokyo. Glass, nails, rust…

“You’re spacing out again. Tsubaki-san.”

Her voice, soft and mellow, cuts through his thoughts once more.

“Forgive me. I didn’t mean to zone out.”

“It’s not your fault.”

Without regard for decorum or room for him to posture, she pierces right to the heart of the matter of what had been plaguing him.

“I know that,” he lies even so, and immediately regrets it. She only continues to stare at him. She’s making an effort, he can tell. To hold his gaze. She’s not really one to look directly at others for long periods. Like Lilac, she prefers for attention to slip harmlessly past her, to direct it anywhere else but herself.

“Tsubaki-san is an idiot.” Super blunt!

She sighs and adjusts her position to rest her chin on her knees, one pale, doughy cheek squishing up and doing absolutely nothing to degrade the elegant beauty of her features. His heart aches for her and how far she’s come. “To us. It was more important for you to not go back to that place.” That place of black, and white, and red. “We knew we would be fine. We’re strong, after all.”

“... Yes. You all are.”

“Good. If you understand that… Then please stop pitying us. It’s a problem.”

“Haha… Of course.”

***

“Penny for your thoughts?”

Tsubaki stares blankly up at his second in command. Higan only continues to look down at him, one arm, the sleeve rolled up to reveal more muscle than you’d expect from an artsy type, and about as much hair as you’d guess for an Italian, pressed against the dirty concrete wall of their little dilapidated parking garage. There’s a quirk to his mouth that says he’s aching for a cigarette. It might be a strange thought, but…

“Was just thinking about how good it is that you were born after opium fell out of fashion.”

Higan coughs on a laugh, shoulders shaking, and Tsubaki watches, distantly hypnotized, as his red hair sways with his movements. It’s beautifully glossy, even in the dim light of flickering overheads, broken and sparking occasionally with their disuse. How he misses their home, not just for its creature comforts, but for the safety it gave, and the bright, warm tinged light of shaded bulbs which cast everything and everyone precious to him in their glow.

“Hoo boy. You really know how to catch this old man off guard, even now.” Higan pushes away and slides to sit next to him instead. Tsubaki can’t help but reach for that cascade, red as fire, and draw it into his lap, just to make sure it doesn’t touch the dirty floor.

Higan smiles and puts his arm around him in turn. “Glad to have you back again, Tsubaki-san.”

The silence is comfortable, and the love unspoken.

***

Belkia finds him shortly before dawn. Well. Find is a strong word. It’s not like he was particularly trying to hide. He wasn’t, really.

It’s just.

This particular corner was very comfortable. Yes. That was it.

“They took my goddamn glasses.” There’s such an exaggerated pout on Belkia’s face about that, he can’t help but crack a smile.

“That’s very rude. Don’t they have any respect at all?”

“Exactly! Who takes a guy’s glasses?! I’m not at aaaall like that Greed guy! I need these!”

They’d discussed, of course, the practicality of contact lenses, laser eye surgery, you know. Cosmetic things like that. And it was cosmetic, to Belkia at least, just like those see through braces had been (not Invisalign. Some other brand), because in the end it had all come down to style. Belkia simply liked his glasses. Said they gave him an air of intelligent mischief, which had made Tsubaki laugh so hard he’d cried because Bel, his Bel, had been pulling such a serious face with such a silly pose, like an idol or something, or maybe a daytime drama actor. It was, in a word, goofy.

The very same kind of look he was pulling now, actually, head turned every so slightly and eyes narrowed somewhere between a scowl and some attempt at a smoldering gaze.

“A great magician needs to maintain his iconic appearance.”

“PFFFT.” That was it. He was done for. A single line, in a dramatically gravelly voice, pushed him over the edge. Echoing off the walls around them and into the faint glimmer of the Tokyo sunrise, Tsubaki felt his guilt wash away like ash, melt like snow, doused like flames.

Truly, Belkia knew the best magic in the world.

#servamp #servamp tsubaki #servamp higan #servamp otogiri #servamp belkia #tsuberu #its subtle but it's fully meant to be there #kat's katerwauling #pawprints #comm fic

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grimsimblr · 11 months ago

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My Makeup Bag

Skin Details

Skin Overlays: Bright Blends (V6) by @litttlecakes, Folie a Deux by @inspiredmoodlet , Are We Electric by @pyxiidis

Nosemask : Miscellany Nosemasks by pyxiidis

Misc Facial Details: About Face by pyxiidis, Realistic Lips by @simsontherope

Moles: Moles N1 by @helgatisha, Moles!! by cabsim, Moles V1 by Ms Blue (TSR)

Freckles: Freckle Hell by habsims (deactivated), Nose Freckles by @cabsim, KBTS Freckles by @wistfulpoltergeist, Heavy Freckles V1 by PlayersWonderland (TSR)[HACKED ACCOUNT! Link removed], Body Freckles by simsontherope

Eyes

Under Your Spell by pyxiidis, Daydreamin' Eyes (Facepaint) by @reticulates , Daydreamin' Spooky and Succulent Recolors and Daydreamin' PTS Recolors by @leafbatsims, Daydreamin' Heterochromia (for big eyes) by @dancergirlcb, Daydreamin' Heterochromia (left only but resizable) by @ridgeport, Nightdreamin' Vampire Eyes (defaults for vampires) by @simduction, Starry Night Eyes (for aliens) by @aveirasims

Blush

Apricot/Cinder/Hibiscus/Mayberries Blush 03 Recolor by weepingsimmer, Candied by crypticsim

Lipstick

Lips #12 by @aveirasims, Stalker/Wings/Glow/Dark Hour by @twisted-cat, Sugar/Pink Sugar Gloss by @crypticsim, Keep Your Lips Sealed by @down-in-simsland

Eyeshadow

Stalker/Slayer/Wings/Limelight/Glow/Dark Hour by twisted-cat, Golden Hour Eyeshadows by @sondescent, Rowan Eyeshadow Set by @purrsephonesims, Too Faced Natural Love Ultimate Neutral Palette by @mysteriousdane, Dahlia/Julianos/Talos/Stendarr by weepingsimmer, Fall Eyeshadows 2017 and Neutral Eyeshadows V2 by @crazycupcakefr, Aura Eyeshadow by @cubersims, Confections Eyeshadow by @madameriasims4, Chic&Sheer Eyeshadow by voidboredom, Ferox Eyeshadow by Nords (TSR), Cotton Candy+Pastel by crypticsim

Eyeliner

Stalker/Slayer/Dark Hour by twisted-cat, Eyeliner Basics 01 by madameriasims4, Axl/Candy by @crypticsim, Peony Eyeliner by dinosaursandthesquirrels, Yai/Hiee Liner (they have it behind a Linkvertise unfortunately) by twinksimstress, Autumn Mattes Eyeliner by @blushchat, Graphic Eyeliner by @thepeachyfaerie, Graphic Liner Set by @chewybutterfly

Tattoos

Aquarelle/Blackwork Chest/Even More Blackwork/The Beautiful People/Violent/Trouble by @valhallansim, Delicate Tattoos by @closims-cc, Swordplay Tattoos by @peachiiesims, Arms + Chest Tats by @simsrocuted, Doodley Tattoos (TSR) by @nords-sims, Cold Spell/Honeybee/Prickly Pear/Tropicana Sleeves by @brohilda, Flora/Hey That's a Pretty Cool Sleeve/Lunar/Memories/Remember Me/Sage by @herbalia,

Nails

Chipped Nails by @arethabee, Rainbow Nails (ring category) by @simlaughlove, Accessory Nails (gloves category) by @lehgames, Artsy Angsty Nails by @the-crypt-o-club, Mismatched Nails 1/2/3 And nightingalesims Flora Nails Recolor (requires a mesh) by @kissyck

Skintones

Cottage Garden Skintones by @gladlypants, Skintone Set V3 (TSR) by Ms Blue, Occult Skintones by @octetsica

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bombnails · 2 years ago

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@__nailsbynikki

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lapumuckl · 1 year ago

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Inspiration @prettynailshop24.de

As the temperature starts getting colder we decided on a dark red combined with some vines thank you for your time and trust.

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alkaline-nails · 4 months ago

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Fall Nail Designs to Try This Season! 🍂

Hey nail art lovers! 💅✨

Fall is here, and it's time to cozy up with some stunning nail designs. Whether you love warm tones or intricate patterns, I've got some fab ideas to make your nails look amazing this season. Let's get into it!

Warm and Cozy Colors 🍁

Fall is all about rich, warm colors. Think deep reds, burnt oranges, and mustard yellows. These shades are perfect for capturing that autumn vibe. Add some gold accents or a matte finish to really make them pop!

Leafy Patterns 🍃

Bring the beauty of fall foliage to your nails with leafy designs. Go for intricate leaf patterns in shades of green, brown, and gold. These designs are perfect for adding a touch of nature to your look.

Plaid Perfection 🧣

Plaid is a fall staple, and it looks great on nails too! Try out some plaid patterns in classic fall colors like red, black, and white. It's a chic and cozy look that's perfect for the season.

Metallic Magic ✨

Add some sparkle to your fall nails with metallic shades. Gold, bronze, and copper are perfect for this time of year. These shades add a touch of glam and are great for both casual and dressy occasions.

Pumpkin Spice Everything 🎃

Embrace the fall spirit with some fun pumpkin-themed designs. Go for shades of orange and add some cute pumpkin patterns or even a touch of glitter. It's a playful and festive look that's sure to get you in the fall mood.

No matter your style, there's a fall nail design out there for you. Experiment with different colors, patterns, and textures to find what you love. Happy painting! 🎨💖

Full ideas: https://nailarts.worldculturepost.com/2024/07/fall-nail-designs.html

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look-at-the-soul · 2 years ago

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The Photoshoot -Part 44

Cillian Murphy

Series Master list 2014, 2015

In a non cocky way, but I Loved how this part turned out 🥰♥️✨ I hope you like it as much as I do!

As usual, I include readers/mutuals names in chapters here and there, this one is for you guys @cillixn @scorpiussage @cillmequick

Special thanks @peakyscillian for the perfect gif

📸 Photos by Willy Vanderperre for Another Man Magazine Autumn/Winter collection

Cillian flicked another page of the script he was given for his role as Thomas Shelby, the poor man would go down the hill after dealing with one of the hardest things a person could go through, having his son kidnapped.

Knowing Tommy the way he did, the man would lose his mind, as if he hadn’t already for what happened to his wife.

The door to the cottage opened and Yael stepped in wearing the brightest smile he had ever seen, she was radiating happiness and it took her mere seconds to sit on his lap. Before Cillian could ask what was the reason for the smile, she planted a loud kiss on his lips while Scout tried to get her attention after spending most of the morning without her.

“Woah, that’s some hello.” He joked squeezing her thighs. “I love it when you’re all over me.”

Cillian closed his eyes at the comfort of her hands running through his hair, her nails scraping lightly at the scalp.

“I’m SO happy!” She wrapped her arms around his neck for support, her legs firmly around his waist. “Got a call to say our adoption form has been accepted!”

The world stopped spinning just as his heartbeat. “What?” Did he hear her right?

“We’re formally accepted to start the adoption process.” Yael explained planting her feet back on the ground. “We still need to do an interview and a lot of paperwork, an appointment with an specialist to help us… adapt, are you okay?” She asked eventually, after noticing his gaze was lost in thoughts.

Cillian shook his head slightly. “Yeah… I just can’t believe this, is it really happening?”

Yael couldn’t believe it either, his hand sneaking around her waist made her skin tingle. “I think, finally… things are starting to look better and I don’t wanna jinx it, but I’ve a good feeling about it.”

An overwhelming feeling took over him and words left both his mind and mouth, so he could only hug his wife once more in an attempt to make sure he wasn’t dreaming. They hugged each other tightly for a while in silence, letting the news sink in.

“Oh, no, don’t cry.” He asked his wife and pulled her against his chest.

“I just… this is like a little light of hope after all we’ve been through.” Yael wiped away a tear from the corner of one of her eyes.

Cillian ran his hands up and down her back, he felt relieved. “Let’s focus on the good things yeah?”

“Why does it feels like the best news ever?”

Cillian pulled her towards the stairs. “Because it is, let’s just take it day by day.” He proposed, rocking her body from side to side.

And in that moment, Yael heard how the rain started falling, providing some kind of comfort and a lovely smell, it was somehow reassuring even. She loved it, specially when Cillian’s arms were around her. It had been definitely a good day and that’s when she remembered another great thing that happened. “Lee-Anne helped me earlier, we were scouting for locations for the photo shoot and we found the perfect place.”

Cillian cut the trail of kisses he started at the base of her neck. “Really? That’s great.”

“I had never been there before, it’s your favorite place on earth.” She raised her eyebrows playfully.

Cillian caught a rebel lock and tucked it behind her ear adoringly. “Yeah? Here?”

“No,” she bit her lip, “it’s an ancient church, it’s ruined actually.”

“Lee-Anne took you to a church?” He asked squinting his eyes.

“It’s a long story, doesn’t matt-”

“No, I want to know how the hell did she ended up in a ruined church.”

Yael sighed,he was always full of questions. “Dean took some photos of the place and when I told her my idea for the shooting, she thought it was the perfect match, happy?”

He seemed to think about it for a second. “You’re the only person who could make me step into a church.”

“Yeah because I’m the boss.” She heard her husband chuckle and decided that she needed to ask him one more question. “Cill… are you sure you’re fine with the idea of adoption? I know you broke up with your ex because she didn’t want to have kids and then she suggested a surrogate.”

Cillian let her break their contac to look firmly into her eyes. “I realize now how the process is irrelevant when it’s with the right person, I want this as much as you do.”

“Sometimes I feel like I’m not really giving you much choice to choose from��”

But he cut her with a finger on her lips. “The kid we’ll adopt might not have grown in your womb, but it’s been growing in our hearts for a long time.”

She loved the meaning behind his words, so she chose to keep them close to her heart. Finding in his lips the comfort she needed.

****

What a difference from one photoshoot to another, everything had changed, the attitude, their connection was undeniable, the energy was on point. Cillian looked utterly handsome with the look she chose, Yael couldn’t simply stop snapping photos. When she asked Cillian to give her a cocky look, she wasn’t expecting that look.

It was petty, the death stare mixed with a pinch of insolence, the sparkle in his blue eyes was something a camera wouldn’t miss. She moved to the side to capture him from another angle. She was so tempted to run a hand through his hair to give him a disheveled look, his curls were perfectly combed, so much for her own taste.

The suit was perfect, the accessories were captured perfectly, the lights were illuminating him beautifully and he, well he couldn’t be any more perfect if he tried to.

Her heart skipped a beat when Cillian looked at her through the lenses of her camera, he had this unreachable energy.

“There, hold it for me one more time.” She clicked on the shooter like a maniac, too excited to be able to get it. “That’s the bad boy look my mother warned me about.”

She didn’t know how, but Cillian kept the stoic face, she could feel his eyes devouring her as the rest of the staff let out a loud laugh.

Alex, the one holding the interview for the magazine article used the small break to ask him about the film In the heart of the sea, soon to be released, she had been requesting an interview but until now their agendas hadn’t match. Luckily she had a good sense of humor and made Cillian feel comfortable.

As her husband walked away to change into another outfit, Luna the stylist approached her.

“I’d be terrified to talk to him like you do, you seem to be so comfortable around him.”

Letting out a small chuckle, Yael looked away from the screen of her camera. “That’s easy after sleeping with him.”

Luna’s face was a poem after letting Yael’s words sink in. “You’re having an affair with him?”

This time, her laugh was so loud that some of the staff looked in her direction. “Oh no, well yes and no, he’s my husband.”

Luna blushed as she was running through the outfits photographs they would be doing next, she had to prepare them between shots. “Woah that’s incredible, therefore the good chemistry you have.”

“He totally understands what I want to get, he just sits there and delivers you know?”

“This is the best photoshoot I’d ever been seriously.” She praised before walking away.

Yael thought how lucky she really was to have this quality of team at each position, the final work would be amazing, she thought while giving Cillian instructions for the next photos.

“Can you run your fingers through your hair, please? Both hands.” Yael snapped the shooter again. “Yes!”

Cillian looked down, his wife had demanded minimum eye contact as she swore he made her forget about what she was doing.

“Now let’s move over there, down the windows, I want to catch the light while he have it.” He followed instructions professionally, surprised even of the way she thought about every little detail, he loved to see how dedicated and focused was Yael.

“Hang on, let me fix this.” Sage the hairstylist approached Cillian, his hair was all over the place and she was a perfectionist. “This is on fire!” She expressed out loud in an optimistic tone.

“Look up to your right,” she mumbled something and placed the camera on the tripod to adjust the angle of his face, he found a small wink on her way back. “Hold it for me, there… now cross your arms.”

After a quick change of clothes, he found his wife arranging a chair while someone else tried the lights.

“Look at this place, I can’t believe its beauty.” Yael placed her hands on her hips while taking a look around, the walls had some kind of manuscripts, it was clean, well look after, and there was even a magic vibe around. “I want to try some shots from afar, you can sit here.”

Cillian smiled pleased to see she was back to her usual self, the sparkle in her eyes, giving away instructions of what she wanted, sharing the idea she had in mind, she particularly clicked with a couple of members of the staff; Luna, Alex and Sage, they’ve been chatting between shots or while the staff adjusted the lights.

“I’m so excited for this men’s clothes, specially the mesh top.” Luna squealed.

“He’ll make it look like a million dollar shirt.” Sage replied marveled at the shooting.

“You know… we could hang out after the photoshoot.” Cillian winked at the photographer. “What d’ya say?”

“I say that you’re lucky.” And she did a little cheering sound as she walked towards the camera again.

Click.

“Fucking bastard.” Yael murmured getting lost in the stills she was getting.

Everything was perfect; the darkness, the place, the exquisite clothes the magazine got for the shooting. It had been hours and she could keep going if it depended on her. But her favorite part was to capture her husband’s essence. The persona he was portraying.

“We still have lots of clothes we haven’t use yet.” Luna informed her.

“Oh damn, it’s getting late, I’m not sure I can book a studio last minute, but we could take them at home there’s lots of space.”

“Are we done?” Cillian asked surprised by the time, he didn’t feel it, but it surely was a long shooting.

“For today, yes.” She looked proudly at the images in the screen of her laptop. “I can take the clothes home and bring them back so you guys don’t have to carry everything with you.”

That seemed like the greatest idea and while the rest of the team got the things ready, Yael packed her camera and lenses. “Thank you for today, for giving me back what I love the most.”

She showed him one of the photos she captured.

“I knew you still have the magic touch.” Cillian placed the strap of the case over his shoulder and approached the magazine leader to say his goodbyes.

As they arrived to the cottage and Scout gave them the warmest welcome, Yael had an idea.

“What if we do some photos right now? If you feel up to it.”

Cillian knew that look of hers, he knew everything, her energy, the flame in her eyes.

“I don’t know… how will you pay me for the extra hours?” He arched an eyebrow and gave her a cocky look.

“Look at me like that again and I’ll give you a surprise I did for you.”

“What do you want me to do?”

But before he could finish, Yael was handling him a beautiful leather jacket.

“You can keep your jeans, I just want some good shots from the chest up.” While he changed into the shirt and jacket, she moved a table to have the place free. “I found this while I was packing the stuff they sent over, it’s a nice collection and a subtle necklace.” He pouted at her. “Trust me, this is giving me the rockstar vibes you have inside.”

“I trust you that’s the problem.” He added playfully, but allowed her clasp the necklace around his neck.

Using the black background she had at home, she asked him to half sit on the high chair from the kitchen so one foot was planted on the ground. Yael arranged the fringe over his forehead and sat on the floor.

“Look at me.”

Slowly, ever so slowly, Cillian dragged his eyes from the side to his wife.

“That’s a visual orgasm.” She confessed, making Cillian run his tongue over his lower lip.

As she took some more headshots of him, she eventually moved to the rack to get the mesh shirt she had been eyeing since the beginning.

“I absolutely love this sweater, would you try this for me?”

“What the hell is this?” He placed the see-through shirt in front of his wife’s eyes.

“Something very expensive, so treat it with extra care.” She chuckled.

“Looks like I’m about to go fishing.”

“You’d get lots.” She brushed her lips briefly against his.

As Cillian got rid of the previous item he was wearing, she couldn’t stop her eyes running up and down his torso, his broad shoulders and muscles flexing, there was no doubt he had been lifting more weight for his Tommy Shelby role, the veins in his arms caught her attention, his toned chest… her mouth was watering, she needed to hurry up with the shoots.

Yael helped him put on the cozy sweater. “I like this.”

“Not something I’d usually wear.”

She raised her hand and carefully crunched down. “Alright, give that insufferable look one more time babe.”

Cillian cleared his throat and slowly looked down at her, turning his head like in a slow motion until he was totally facing his wife.

She moaned and captured the single photo simultaneously, she could feel her insides getting warmer by the second.

She walked backwards a few steps to get a complete shot.

“This is a fucking piece of art.” Then she requested her husband to lay down on the floor and take off the sweater.

“No. Why are you looking at me like that?” He shook his head firmly.

“Because I have to take these stills of you in that mesh shirt and wearing only that, I promise these will be part of my private collection, I won’t give them to the magazine.”

“Cill, babe if you do what I’m asking you to, I will give you in this very moment the boudoir photos I took of myself.” She gave him her best puppy eyes.

“Show me a sneak peek first.” He demanded, but losing the sweater immediately.

And Yael showed him the intimate stills she took first of the outfits she choose to shoot those photos of herself.

“I really liked how the session turned out, thought it would be a nice detail for you.” She added showing him another one. She did a boudoir shooting quietly one day while he was out, thinking how nice it would be to give him a piece of her, so intimate, so unique just for him.

His eyes sparkled with lust and desire for her.

“How do you want me?” He asked getting impatient.

Yael knew the mesh shirt would look amazing by itself, so she asked him to lay on his back on the floor, while she planted a feet next to each side of his hips, that way she would capture him from above.

“Arms ups, let me see your chest, place your wrists together.” She instructed.

“As if you had me tied up.”

“Just like that.” She loved how easy he was.

“You can use this shirt in the bedroom to tie me up.” He suggested casually staring at her through the camera.

“Who says we’re going to make it to the bedroom?” She placed the camera in a safe place away from them, didn’t want to risk breaking it.

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A/N: Thumbs up to Mrs Murphy on Instagram for the colored photo from this session! It looks amazing! Also big shout out to @heidimoreton for helping search for the location of the photo session, I swear I saw somewhere it was some ancient church and in my mind this how it went… I loved writing this part and I hope you guys enjoy it as well xx

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