#fock me up scotty

[crimsonbluemoon]

How about some h2ovanoss 21, “Quick! Grab that cat!” 

Again, mess, but enjoy

H2O Vanoss: you have a timer written on the inside of your wrist that counts down to the moment you reach your soulmate. “Quick, grab that cat!”

“It’s gonna happen soon, right?” Evan tried not to move his eyes away from the music sheet he was working on when Brian dropped next to him. 

“Maybe.” Because it was second nature to give vague answers that annoyed his friends. It was even more fulfilling when it came to the ticking time bomb nestled on the wrist.

“Stop being so… you. Its uncanadian.” Brian flipped his wrist without Evan’s permission, eyes eagerly looking around the park they’d inhabited for the day. 

“Who else am I gonna be? You? Pass.” Even with the invasion of privacy, his attention stayed on the sheet, not needing to look to see there was less than two minutes on his countdown. In fact, he was pretty sure all of his friends in his group knew it; after all, he was the last one to find their soulmate. Brock and Brian met in the first grade, when their mothers had them get to know each other on a playdate. Marcel all but ran into his soulmate, Scotty, on the first day of 7th grade, and had been inseparable ever since. Tyler bumped into Craig freshman year, and took even longer for the tall grump to admit his clock wasn’t ‘on the fritz’. 

So now, at age 20, Evan was the only one left. And his time was about to run out. 

“So, which one do you think it is?” Knowing Brian was going to be too distracting to block out, Evan let out a sigh and turned his attention to the park around them. Lots of people were inhabiting the place on the sunny Saturday afternoon, which was holding the annual summerfest faire. Really, it could be any of the hundreds of people in the area. There was no rule that said they conversation had to happen; the person could just brush by and disappear just as quickly into the crowds. 

“Maybe my timer’s on pacific time.” Evan joked, trying to mask his moment of panic at the thought. What if he wasn’t normal? There were cases of clocks being broken cause of early trauma or medical conditions. What if he was another rare accident? Maybe he didn’t even have a soulmate, which didn’t happen nearly as often, but he’d heard stories. There were so many possibilities of this not working out, that it was part of why he tried to keep his timer hidden under wrist bands and long-sleeved shirts any chance he got. 

“Shut the fock up with that, it’s time.” And sure enough, Evan’s stomach dropped when he looked down to see the timer dropped under twenty seconds. Panicked, Evan tried to think of what to say when he met the person. Would they be a girl? A guy? Would they care what he was? What if they didn’t like his music? Could he handle a judgmental soulmate? And what if-

“Meow.” The sudden noise jostled Evan’s frantic mind, hearing Brian mumble a ‘what the fock-’ when a ball of fluff jumped onto the table. The pretty green eyes complimented the black and white coat of the feline, as well as the dainty green-diamond collar around her neck. She didn’t look bothered when she stepped over Evan’s papers to push into his space, comfortable in rubbing her wet nose along his chin. 

“Well hello.” Despite the anxiety that once flowed through him, the brush of soft fur when the cat rubbed herself against Evan’s cheek made him laugh. “Are you my soulmate? Cause I don’t think that’s how this works-” 

“Quick!” The loud exclamation startled Evan more than the relaxed cat, who’d rolled onto her back to expose her tummy to Evan. He glanced up, surprised to see a disheveled man pointing to his new companion on the table. “Gr-grab that cat!” 

“Don’t think she’s looking to run, dude.” Brian’s hands were already reaching forward to rub the feline’s stomach, who purred at the attention given. Ignoring (or maybe too panicked to hear) Brian, the man came over, his hip bumping Evan’s shoulder to collect the cat into his arms.

Evan didn’t need to look at his wrist to know his time was up. He could feel in his stomach, the flutter of butterflies and the elevated heartbeat when looking up at the flushed face standing next to him. He was tall but not overbearing, with a ratty sweatshirt that had seen better days. His hair was a mess, but from how heavy his breathing had been when first appearing, Evan assumed it was from running after the cat. Blue eyes were both angry and sad as they stared at the captured feline, who didn’t seem bothered when batting the man’s sweatshirt string around.

“Why did you run away like that, Princess? Luke was meeting his soulmate an-and he couldn’t just leave but- but I was supposed to meet mine and you- I- you made it so I won’t never meet him!” Then the gaze flickered down to Evan, seeming to finally realize he had an audience from how quick his face flushed. “Oh shit, uh-”

“Hey.” He tried to make his wave casual when he lifted his hand, but turned his wrist so the timer (now saying he’d met his soulmate seconds ago) showed to the man. The eyes dipped to the number instantly, showing hope and disbelief for only a moment before flickering over to Brian. Realizing the misunderstanding, Brian snorted out a laugh before pushing away from the table, shaking his head.

“Alright, Evan, I’m going to find Brocky and tell him you found your idiot. God knows my soulmate worried more about your soulmate than I did.” The implication was beyond blunt when he glanced between the two, giving another cackle before leaving the scene. Evan felt flushed at the awkward exit of his friend, but he didn’t let himself soak in the feeling for long when glancing back to the stranger wearing an identical timer as him.    

“Is she yours?” He asked, nodding toward the cat in the other’s arms. 

“No! This is-I like dogs. But she’s- her owner, my friend- just my friend, he’s over with his soulmate and-and so I had to wrangle her. She’s princess and I’m-I’m Jon. Or, er, Delirious. Whatever you like to call me, really, I uh- I don’t mind!” And then, as if realizing how silly he looked, Jonathan dropped down onto the seat Brian had been sitting in and let the bundle of fur plop back onto the table. It was then Evan realized the truth; his soulmate was a disaster. Worse than him, which he hadn’t thought was possible. But it was perfect, and it brought a smile to his face without thought. 

A smile that stayed for the rest of the day spent getting to know his soulmate. 

[bards-witcher]

TerrorOhm (NS/FW)

Prompt: Ohm: I'm a bad bitch, you can't kill me. Brian: No, but I can fuck you *Cue smut*

I hope this is what you wanted, or at least something along those lines :)

Warning: Explicit

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He sat back in his chair with a smile, simply waiting by the hole for the moment that any one, or more specifically Ohm, would make their move to try and finish the course, acting as a gatekeeper of sorts just to spice up the recording session a little.

Luckily, he didn’t have to wait long, the other guys had already found themselves into the hole which now left no doubt that he was waiting for Ohm to make his move, something the older man was unwilling to do, but as the time kept ticking down it left him with no choice.

As soon as he saw Ohms’ ball move he stroked, barely hitting the side of the ball and causing it to fall off its course only a little meaning he had to quickly reset to get a chance to try again.

Without even thinking he smashed his ball as hard as it would go in the general direction of Ohms’ ball, unfortunately the older man had just managed to make his move, meaning his effort was worthless as Ohms’ ball easily slid into the hole, him and the rest of their friends laughing at his plight, which seemed to double as the timer of the course ran out just as he reset his ball.

“You should know by now Brian, I‘m a bad bitch you can’t kill me” He would be annoyed if it wasn’t for the completely outlandish way that he had said it, as if a small kid was trying to prove that he could hang out with his older brother and his friends, needless to say, Scotty had already taken on the task of mocking him for it whilst the others laughed.

“No, but I can fock you” He said it quietly, more so to himself so that no one could hear as his first move was to instantly smack Ohms’ ball from behind to emphasize his point, and yet he heard Ohm choke on his laugh as well as heard Brock clear his throat a little, a more awkward edge taking on the session that only the three of them knew.

With a sigh he got off of his chair, sure that the excuse that he had left after the mishap of last round would be good enough as he quickly made his way out of his room and instead towards Ohms’, opening the door as quietly as he could to stalk into the room, a brief side glance from the older man being all he got to acknowledge his presence.

He could see by the way that the other man’s shoulders were stiff and the way that he squirmed in his chair a little that he suspected what was coming and that he expected his touch at any moment, and whilst he wanted to tease the other man a little, he was never patient enough to do so.

Instead, he leaned behind the other man’s chair, watching the screen over his shoulder for a moment as he watched their friends finish the current course before he moved to mouth at Ohms’ neck, smirking at the small shiver he could feel travel through the other man as his hands then moved to get the older man to stand up.

Ohm gave him a brief glance over his shoulder, a small teasing smile on his lips as if this is exactly what he had wanted to happen before turning back to the screen to watch the timer run out on his still ball, and yet the action irked him, the fact that Ohm had played him so well quickly had whatever modicum of respect he had left for the other man’s recording before he bent Ohm over the table.

He smiled a little at the other man’s clearly audible whimper, a sound that even through the headphones he could hear Anthony mocking it and knew it would be one for the soundboard, admiring the sight of Ohms’ boxer clad ass for a second longer before he moved to retrieve the bottle of lube they usually kept under his desk.

However, just as his hand went to retrieve it, his wrist was grabbed by Ohm, stopping him completely before the other man slowly let him go to instead trail his own hand behind him, slipping his hand beneath his boxers, and from the small exhale and the way the hand moved he could only assume that Ohm had begun fucking himself with one of his fingers.

He licked his lips a little as he made quick work of lowering the other man’s pants, keeping back his moan as he saw how Ohm was now easily fucking himself with three fingers, clearly the older man had prepped himself before the session and he was sure to have stern words with him about it after, but for now he could only bless the fact that he had such a perfect boyfriend.

Slowly, he grabbed onto Ohms’ wrist and pulled it away, leaving the other man’s hole empty and watched as it clenched around air for a moment, he wanted nothing more right then to get onto his knees and eat the older man out, but he knew he didn’t have the time to draw out the teasing now but made sure to save the idea for when he knew Ohm would be streaming later that night.

The other man adjusted himself slightly, watching as he tried to play the game somewhat to at least  act like he was still there, but he also made a noticeable effort to keep his sounds to a minimum, everyone already knew how vocal Ohm was during a recording session, and he knew he could get  even more so in the bedroom, but their friends didn’t need to know that.

Still, that didn’t stop him from covering Ohms’ mouth with his hand whilst his other moved to line his dick up with the other man’s hole, waiting just a moment more to make sure this was okay with Ohm, whose only response was to roll his hips which meant that the tip of his dick breached his rim.

All he could do then was grit his teeth a little as he fought the urge to give a hard slap to the ass in front of him, and given by the way Ohm rolled his hips even further down his dick had him barely keep back the urge to slap him again and instead pinched at his hip, earning a muffled yelp from the other man before he slowly pushed the rest of the way into him.

The fact that Ohm had taken it upon himself to antagonize him for almost an hour now, not only that but also took the fun out of his plans to slowly rim and prep the other man open, to try and coax every noise he could out of him whilst their friends were none the wiser, well at least for the most part, meant that he wasted no time before he started moving.

He barely gave the other man time to adjust to him before he was slowly pulling out where he then stilled again, only giving a pointed look and a brief nod to the keyboard on the desk when Ohm peered at him over his shoulder to ask for more, only he still made no effort to move, resulting in a standoff between the two of them.

It wasn’t much longer that Ohm finally gave in, turning back to the computer where he then waited for him to start putting the ball again before slowly pushing his dick back into the other man.

He quickly found a somewhat slow rhythm to torture the other man with that caused small hums and the slightest moans to filter towards him, noises that he knew his friends would be able to hear if they paid enough attention, not that he cared as he quickly began to pick up the pace he thrust his hips to try and get Ohm to lose even more control.

Soon, he began fucking into the other man with abandon, the thrill that his friends could potentially hear everything that they were doing left him quickly chasing his own orgasm that he could feel begin to pool in his stomach.

It was with a particularly loud moan from Ohm that had him leaning over the other man’s back to press a hand firmly against his mouth again, the action causing a long drawn out groan from the older man who now made no effort to hold back his sounds with the hand muffling them somewhat, the lack of restraint from Ohm only served to spur his actions on as he picked up his pace even further.

Now it was him letting out the occasional grunt or groan into the room as he adjusted his hips a little to make sure that he was hitting Ohms’ prostate dead-on, earning a muffled shout from the other man as he kept up the brutal pace he’d set, no longer caring about their friends on the other side of the call as he pulled his free hand back to give a sharp slap to Ohms’ ass.

The older man could only let out a litany of muffled moans as he rolled his hips back to meet his movements, arching his back in an effort to stick his ass out a little more to tempt him to slap him again, an offer he couldn’t refuse as he brought his hand down to give two sharp slaps onto the other man’s ass that left his own hand stinging.

His movements were now enough to jostle Ohms’ desk a little and cause a dull thud to fill the room with each thrust of his hips that was enough to cover their muffled moans, but would definitely clue their friends in on what they were doing, the thought making him thrust even harder into the man below him who could only let out loud moans and grunts into the hand on his mouth still.

With a small growl, he pulled them both off of Ohms’ desk so that they were standing, the angle, whilst slightly more awkward, allowed him to push even further into the older man who had since lost any control and was now resting his head back against his shoulder whilst he moaned uncontrollably.

He knew he was barely a handful of thrusts away from coming and quickly leaned down to suck dark red marks onto the other man’s neck that quickly had Ohm shaking in his hold at the touch, barely moving his hand away from the man’s mouth in time before Ohm was coming with a loud shout into the room, and whilst away from his microphone, he was sure he would’ve heard the shout from across the house, the somewhat lewd sound surely enough to clue their friends into what was going on.

With a growl he kept thrusting into the other man, in the back of his mind noting his friends’ voices shouting their protests through Ohms’ headphones until with a beg of more from the older man that was more of a whimper at this point, he came into the other man with a muffled shout as he also bit another mark onto his neck.

Slowly, his heart rate started to slow down and some form of common sense take over, and whilst a part of him felt he should be ashamed for having sex for all his friends to hear, he couldn’t help but feel a sense of pride as he all but lay a claim to Ohm for all to see, not to mention teaching the older man a lesson in the process.

With a contented sigh he moved to sit back in Ohms’ chair, bringing the other man with him to keep his dick in his ass just that bit longer and pinching at the other man’s hip when he tried to grind against his lap a little, hating the way his body reacted as his dick gave a weak twitch inside the man which only got a laugh from Ohm.

“Next time you pull that shit Ohm, I won’t go so easy”

“Is that a promise?” He smirked a little as Ohm simply gave a coy smile over his shoulder, all whilst squirming in his lap to try and get another reaction out of him, and oh was he tempted to bend the older man over his desk again and slap his ass raw.

“Why don’t you try yer luck and see” He looked back to the screen then to see Ohms’ still golf ball, surprised that his friends hadn’t abandoned the session at the first weird noises they had heard from the older man, or maybe they just thought it was the norm by now “What’re they sayin’ anyway? They ever wanna record with us again?”

He smiled a little at that, which also got a huff of laughter from Ohm who then also turned back to his screen and strangely enough began to play through the course “Don’t even think they really know, or maybe they just don’t want to”

He huffed his own laugh, pressing a final kiss over one of his hickies littered on Ohms’ shoulder before giving a gentle pat to his hip to signal to the other man to move, ignoring the questioning look thrown his way for a moment as he quickly got up off of the chair to put on his tracksuit again and in the next moment he was heading towards the door.

“C’mon, let’s get this session over with so I can fuck you properly and then ‘m gonna eat you out all stream” He could only laugh at Ohms’ stunned face, but the violent twitch of the other man’s dick told him all he needed to know before he gave a final wink to the man and finally left to return to his own setup.

Now it was his competitive edge that took over and he was damned sure he was going to pull every trick in the book to win this round of golf, even despite having lost a few rounds just so that he could rub salt in the wound to not only Ohm but his friends as well.

[bards-witcher]

Maybe a continuation on the previous Terroriser gangbang fic with Delirious or someone showing up and him and Terroriser get to work only to see the cum still in him and decide to eat him out and drink his friends' cum out of Brian's ass?

So I’m calling this part 3 of the gang bang saga, here’s part 1, and part 2.

As always I hope you enjoy it :D and I’m sorry for how long it took.

Warning: Explicit

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Despite it being mid-morning he couldn’t help but yawn as he tried to keep his eyes open on the short walk up to Tylers’ house, despite his messed-up sleep schedule, he was surprised how tired he actually was from having to wake up early to catch his plane, he felt delirious almost.

He smiled at his joke as he dragged his feet up the stairs, hoping that someone would be up when he rang the doorbell, he’d texted Luke almost an hour ago, but with no reply, he soon felt his nerves setting in.

The anxiety of the unknown making its presence ever greater was enough to wake him up though, this was the first time his friends would be seeing him in person, and whilst he knew things would undoubtedly go well, he was more than grateful that Luke was here, someone who he knew would always support him.

When the door finally opened, he let out the breath he was holding as he saw Luke in the doorway, smiling at the older man before he quickly dropped his case in favor of reaching forward to bring him into a hug.

“About time you got here, motherfucker”

“Well some of us still gotta work, asshole” He smiled as he pulled away from his friend, moving around him to stand into the entryway, whistling a little as he looked around at the house “Damn, this place looks good, is Tyler around?”

He turned back around to see Luke carrying in his suitcase before shutting the door behind him, dropping the case as his feet before stretching his back a little bit.

“He just left to go an’ pick up some of the guys, me an’ Evan are the only ones up right now”

“Evan’s here already? Is anyone else here too?” He followed Luke as he made his way towards the kitchen, grateful for the hot cup of coffee that was shoved into his hands.

“Brian and Scotty, everyone else is comin’ today” He hummed a little at the news, surprised that Brian would be here given that it was a 4th of July celebration, but he wasn’t going to complain as his mind started to wonder with some of the more explicit thoughts he’d had of the Irishman over recent months.

He ignored the strange glance Luke gave him as he felt a blush color his cheeks, indulging himself a little more in his thoughts, enjoying the fact that he’d be spending the next week with the Irishman, plenty of time to make his move.

So deep in his thoughts that he jumped a little when he heard footsteps behind him, turning only to see Evan tentatively walking towards him, a shy smile on his face.

“Delirious?”

“The one and only” He put down his coffee cup in favor of holding his arms out to bring the younger man into a hug, pulling him tight against him as they smiled and laughed at finally being united.

Easy chatter then flowed easily between the three of them as they moved to sit back in the living room, smiling into his cup at the little glances he could see between the two of them, not to mention the little quips and lingering touches, and last but not least, noting the slight limp Evan seemed to have when he walked.

He was happy for the both of them, as he saw the relationship developing between the two of them. It was about time Luke found someone and he’s glad he found it in a friend, feeling assured in the fact that he knew Evan would treat his brother right, but even still he’d make sure to give his customary threat to the younger man to warn him not to harm Luke.

It had been about an hour since he arrived that the others finally joined them, trying his best not to ogle as Brian came down wearing only a pair of sweatpants, feeling jealousy prickle at the back of his neck as he saw the hickies littering his neck and chest, watching the Irishman distinctly curl in on himself under his glare whilst everyone else just smirked at him.

Still, he stood up to bring his friend into a hug, gripping him tight, possessively almost, for several seconds longer than what would be considered friendly, not that he cared. At least until he saw the younger man’s wince of pain as he tried to walk, noting the limp to his stride which Brian tried his best to hide, feeling his hackles rise up somewhat at the fact.

It’s several hours later that he’s finally settled down, having been introduced to a number of his other friends as the house quickly became full of people, noise filtering through the house no matter where you stood, his initial worry having melted away at the new, but strangely familiar scenario due to the presence of his friends around him.

It’s now late afternoon when he finds Brian alone in the kitchen cleaning up a couple of utensils, quietly sneaking up behind him to press himself against the other man’s back, laughing at the shout of surprise from the younger man.

“What tha fock, Del, you tryin’ to kill me”

“I was jus’ admirin’ the view” He appreciated the blush that colored Brians’ cheeks, noting that after the initial shock, the other man made no move to leave his hold, in fact, he’s sure Brian was pressing back against him slightly, hiding his smile in the Irishman’s shoulder.

Tentatively he moved a hand to Brian’s hip, feeling the other man stiffen in his hold for all of a second before relaxing again, sure that he can hear a breathless sigh from the other man as his finger began to tempt the skin just underneath his shirt.

“Del-”

“Call me Jon”

“Jon…I don’t know if this is a good idea”

“Why not? I’ve seen the marks all over your chest, you worried about whoever left them findin’ out? D’you think they’d notice if I left a couple of my own?” He laughed a little as he let his teeth graze the other man’s neck, enjoying the shiver he can feel travel through the other man.

“Jon”

He hums at the shuddering exhale of his name as he gently trails his nails across the other man’s abdomen, feeling another shiver travel through the man at the touch, kissing the back of his neck when he feels Brian grind his ass back against his dick a little bit.

“Is that a yes?” The nod from Brian is all he needs before he’s grabbing onto his hand and dragging him towards the laundry room he’d found earlier in his exploration of the house, bringing the man into a heated kiss as soon as the door shut behind them.

He wasted no time in taking off the younger man’s shirt, quickly unbuckling and tugging his jeans down as well before lifting him to sit on the edge of the washer.

Immediately he made his way between his parted legs, pressing kisses across his neck and giving small nips here and there as he felt Brian grip at his hair, letting out a moan as he felt Brians’ other hand try to take off his shirt.

With a small growl he broke away from the Irishman to tear off his shirt before pressing against him again, hands moving to the back of Brians’ thighs to bring his ass to the edge of the machine below him, his hands beginning to palm whatever part of the other man’s ass that he could reach.

With a final nip of his teeth on the younger man’s collarbone, he moved his hand so that his finger could begin to tease at his hole, only to find his way blocked by hard rubber.

He gave Brian a confused look for a moment, watching as the other man’s face blushed bright red before he knelt down, maneuvering the other man slightly so that he could see his ass, feeling his dick twitch a little as he saw the plug sitting comfortably in Brians’ ass.

He raised a testing hand forward, his finger hooking around the small metal loop at the plug’s base and giving the slightest of tugs, watching with a somewhat fascinated look on his face as he saw Brians’ ass clench around it in an effort to keep it in.

Through hooded eyes he looked up at the Irishman, who’s blush had now spread to his chest and eyes dark with lust as he looked down on him expectantly, he simply gave the other man a final smirk before he turned back to the plug, gently pulling it out as the man above him writhed slightly.

Once the plug was out his eyes became fixed on Brians’ hole, watching it clench around air before he saw come trickling out of it, licking his lips a little as he watched it begin to trail down between his ass cheeks.

When he saw the first drop of come threaten to fall to the floor he immediately leaned up to catch it with his tongue, licking back up the trail it had made back to Brians’ hole, teasing the edge of his rim a little, but not pushing his tongue in yet.

He pulled away again, watching with bated breath as more come leaked from the other man, only this time he didn’t wait as he once again moved to lick at it, moaning at the taste and the hand he could feel begin to tug at his hair.

It wasn’t long before he moved away again, smiling at the strained groan he could hear from Brian as he gave the hole one last lick before moving the plug to press into him once again, enjoying the slight hitch in breath from the Irishman once it was fully seated before he stood back up, immediately leaning down to kiss the other man.

The both of them moaned into the kiss, pressing himself as closely as he could to the other man as his hands moved to grip at his hips as he ground his still clothed dick on Brians’ bare ass.

“See you hadda lot of fun last night, wanna tell me who the lucky fella is?” He smirked a little as Brian remained silent, moving his lips from the other man’s mouth to begin sucking small marks across his neck “You not gonna talk, baby”

All he got from the other man was a strained groan as he sucked harshly on a particular spot on his neck, laughing a little at the tight hold he felt grab onto his hair as he began to lick at the bite mark he’d made before he began to nibble at it.

He moved his hand to tug at the plug in Brian again, huffing a laugh when the other man squirmed underneath him, teasing at his rim a little more as he kissed his way up the other man’s throat to then nibble at his ear.

“C’mon Brian, tell me who filled you up” There were a couple of exhales from the younger man, as if he was trying to get an answer out, only he could do little else but hold onto him and let him do as he pleased, which was more than fine with him “Was it Tyler? Or maybe Scotty? Evan? Luke?” He punctuated each name with a kiss, but when there was no answer he pulled away to face the Irishman “Or was it all of ‘em,”

He couldn’t help but laugh when he saw Brians’ face turn bright red, the other man turning his head away from him slightly to avert his gaze, all whilst he nervously bit at his bottom lip.

“You let all of ‘em fuck you, baby? Betcha I could fuck you better than all of ‘em”

“Quit talkin’ and prove it then” He couldn’t stop the wide smile on his face, one that he could see made Brian almost instantly regret ever saying it, but he only leaned down to nuzzle at his neck whilst he slowly began to pull the plug out.

“Oh I ain’t gonna fuck you today Bri, I’m jus’ wonderin’ what they’ll do to you tonight when they find your ass empty,” He smiled into Brians’ neck as he spoke, chuckling a little when he felt a shiver travel down the other man’s spine “And I’ll be on the other side of that door listenin’ to everythin’,”

“Del, please,”

“From now on your gonna-gonna meet me here e’rryday so I can lick the come out of you before I fuck you so good, agreed?” With his mouth nibbling at Brians’ neck he felt the other man nod his head whilst he let out a plea, the Irishman quickly bringing him into another short kiss before he pulled away, laughing at the small whine from Brian before he was kneeling again.

He kept his eyes fixed on the other man, eager to see his reaction as he pulled the plug out of him again and watching him let out a small moan as he leaned his head back before he quickly looked down to watch as the come began to leak out of his hole.

As before, he separated the distance between them to lick it back up, his hands reaching up to part his ass cheeks so that he could begin to probe his tongue at his hole.

He moaned a little at the taste, using his hands to manoeuvre the other man a little as he finally pushed his tongue into him, letting out a small chuckle at the broken moan from Brian and the hand he could feel tangle in his hair as his tongue kept lapping as best as it could at the come still in the Irishman.

Making sure that Brian was balanced on the machine, he reached a hand down to pull his straining dick out of his pants, only giving it a couple of strokes before his hand wandered up to Brians’ dick, chuckling again at the drawn-out groan from the other man as he began fucking his tongue into his hole as well as now moving his hand to match the pace he’d set.

In the next moment he was pulling his tongue out, ignoring the whine from Brian as he slowly moved his other hand still on Brians’ ass to gently press a finger into his hole, keen to prevent the remaining come from escaping whilst he moved his mouth to begin sucking at the other man’s balls a little, enjoying the small breathless sighs from him before the hand in his hair was tugging him further up so that he was now facing Brians’ dick.

He aimed a wicked smile up at the Irishman, making sure that the other man was watching him as he eagerly began sucking at the other man’s dick, all whilst his finger started to fuck into him.

On a particular movement of his mouth that had Brians’ dick hitting the back of his throat, he had to move the hand that had been on the other man’s dick onto his hip instead to keep him fixed in place due to the thrust Brian gave at the treatment.

However, the other man didn’t despair too long as he quickly let out a short cry when he angled the thrust of his finger slightly, a sly smile now on his lips now that he knew he’d hit his prostate.

He kept up the motion, leaving Brian nothing a moaning mess above him, blabbering words that made no sense but could only pick out his name every now and then as he continued to suck the other man down, at least until he’d had enough and pulled off, ignoring the hand trying to tug him back down as he began to nip at the pale thighs either side of his head.

As he began placing small marks along his thighs, previously untouched skin which he was sure would get the Irishman into hot water with the other guys when they found them, the fact sending a small shiver through him at as he gradually started moving his mouth back towards his hole, licking at the rim where some come had been forced out due to his finger still fucking into him.

He stilled his finger for a moment, moving it slightly to rub against the other man’s prostate before moving it around in an effort to pick up as much come as he could before pulling it out, once again looking up at Brian as he worked his tongue around his finger in an effort to lick off every last drop that he could.

He watched as Brian lay back on the washer so that he could trail a hand to his dick, allowing the other man to jerk himself off a little, only to then pull Brians’ hand from his dick to replace it with his own, not wasting another moment before he was pressing his tongue into his hole again, quickly picking up the pace all while Brian ground back against him.

He kept up the movements, even when his wrist started to hurt and his jaw ache, but it was more than worth it when he heard Brian finally lose it, a broken shout of his name which quickly derailed into short moans and whines, pulling his tongue out of him so that he could stand up to watch the rest of his orgasm, letting out a small hum as he saw the copious amount of come coating his chest.

With a whine from Brian and the way he tried to move away from his hold, he released the hand that had been on the other man’s dick to move it to his own, jacking himself off as fast as he could, letting out small grunts as he tried to pry his orgasm out of him.

He felt himself edging ever closer to his release, however, he was stopped by a hand on his wrist, looking up at Brian who now had a determined look on his face before shoving him away slightly so that he could get off of the washer to instead kneel in front of him.

Without wasting another moment he felt Brian grip at his dick before furiously jerking him off, leaving him unable to do much else as he cupped the side of the younger man’s head with his hand, biting his lip to keep back some of his louder moans and watching through hooded eyes as Brian let out his own small moans, mouth open, practically panting against the head of his dick which only sent another shot of pleasure through him.

It was then that his orgasm hit him like a brick wall, having snuck up on him so that he could barely get out a strangled groan before he was coming across Brians’ face, the other man didn’t seem to mind as he eagerly pumped his fist, sticking his tongue out to catch a couple of ropes of come before letting him finish across the rest of his face, the sight of his come now coating Brians’ face giving him a sick sense of satisfaction.

It was with a pained grunt that Brian finally released the hold he had on his dick, giving the other man a bright, lopsided smile that was easily returned to him, his expression softening slightly as he continued to watch him.

With the hand still cupping Brians’ face, he began to trail a thumb through his come before bringing it to edge at the other man’s lips, humming when it was eagerly sucked into the younger man’s mouth, his tongue making sure to lick off every drop before he withdrew it to drag across his face again, repeating the process over and over until there was no sign of him on the Irishman but the marks he’d left.

He continued to stare at him for a moment longer before pulling the other man up to face him, bringing him into a slow kiss that the other man seemed more than willing to share with him, trailing his hands down his body to grab at his thighs before picking him up to once again set him down on the washer, content to just enjoy the moment he’d dreamed about for so long.

It was only when his need for air made itself known that he pulled away, leaning down to begin nipping at his neck before trailing further down further to begin licking at the come still coating Brians’ chest with long swipes of his tongue.

He chuckling when he felt Brian squirm beneath him, the other man trying to keep back his own laugh as he lapped at his stomach until his head was finally pulled away and brought up so that Brian could kiss him again.

This kiss was shorter, and it was with a sigh that he pulled away, resting his forehead briefly against Brian’s before he moved away from him to pick up their shirts and the plug that had since been discarded.

Ina swift movement he chucked a shirt at Brian for him to put on again, whilst quickly putting on his own shirt before he kneeled down to pull the other man’s ass back to the edge of the washer, wiping off the last remnants of come on some cloth that he found before he slowly pressed it back into him, the Irishman letting out a long sigh as he did so.

He pressed a final kiss to Brians’ thigh before he stood back up, tugging the other man back off of the machine so that he could pull his jeans back up again, bringing him into another kiss as he buckled up his belt, a grin already forming on his face.

“I look forward to hearin’ you tonight” He whispered the sentence out, almost as if he didn’t want to break whatever moment the two of them were sharing, delighting far too much in the flushed cheeks and bright grin Brian gave back to him.

“Ya know, if ye ask them, I’m sure they’d let you join in, then you can fock me properly instead of givin’ me false promises, ye bastard” All he could do was laugh at him before he leaned down to suck another mark on his neck in retaliation.

“Be patient, promise I’ll have your ass against this dryer tomorrow, more than once if you’re good”

“I’ll hold you to that” He gave another smile before Brian captured his lips again, more of a glorified peck on the lips, before the other man pulled away from him, moving away with an exaggerated saunter to his hips and throwing him a wink over his shoulder.

He couldn’t help but laugh though when Brian accidentally stumbled into the door when he was looking at him, tears quick to form in his eyes at the sight whilst the Irishman only threw him a glare and the middle finger before leaving him alone to recompose himself, quick to follow after him and re-join their friends, trying to hold back his smile as his thoughts drifted to what the rest of the week had in store for him.

[crimsonbluemoon]

TerrorMoo: Hospital Christmas

Oh my God I’m going to DIE. Okay, one more after this!   

Terrormoo: “you’re in the hospital for the holidays so i came in while you were sleeping to decorate your room i love you merry Christmas” 

Everyone knew the joke about Brock in the school; Momma Brock knew best. Especially around Christmas time. Whether he was calming down Scotty before a holiday performance, helping Mini ace his Spanish final, or convincing Luke to go to the nurse's office for his headache from ‘candy cane hockey’, it was hard to see Brock as anything but maternal. He helped everyone in their shopping for presents, baked them goods to share with their families, and even helped wrap Brian’s gifts with pretty bows and spun ribbons. The holidays were Brock’s bitch, and Brian never thought he’d see the day where it was Brock who needed someone to save his holiday cheer.

And then his appendix burst in the middle of history the day before Christmas Eve, and Brian’s world stopped.

According to their friends, teachers, and Brock’s family, he hadn’t said a word about it. Too busy taking care of everyone else, he didn’t speak of the signs that something was wrong. He masked his pain while making sure their Christmases were perfect. And all the while, he was slowly getting closer to one of his organs exploding in his stomach. Everyone was caught off guard except Brian, who knew just how selfless their friend was. Because even if it was stupid, and dangerous, and harder for him, Brock would put his own problems to the side to make everyone else happy.

Which was why Brian was dragging a tree up four flights of hospital stairs in order to decorate Brock’s room.

“Stupid focking idiot with his big arse heart and his beautiful soul, I outta smack him or kiss him or something,” Brian grumbled, heaving up another stair and ignoring the squawk of protest under him.

“If ye so mad at him, why are we dragging this focking tree up to his room? He’s asleep!” Nogla’s head popped out from the side of the pine needles, scowling up at Brian while waving one hand around. “Wasn’t the paper snowman and styrofoam reindeer enough?”

“I dont know, Nogla, wasn’t him giving you the recipe for gingerbread cookies enough?” Brian snapped back, watching Nogla glance away in guilt while Brian continued. “But ye had no problem letting him bake em and frost em an decorate em with ya, now did ye? After all he’s done for ye, ye can haul a focking tree up some stairs for Brocky.”

“Alright alright, stop being so protective of ye boyfriend.”

“He’s not my-”

“Well he outta be!” Nogla snapped back, the two ignoring the giggles of the nurses they passed while dragging the tree through the empty hallway. “Ya love the bastard, right?”

“Course I do.”

“Then why the fock aren’t ye dating?”

“Coz it don’t work like that, you idiot,” Brian griped back, leaning the tree to fit into Brock’s hospital room while he donned Nogla’s accent and continued. “I can’t just go ‘Hey Brock, I focking think ye the best and I wanna focking marry ya one day. Decorated ya whole hospital room cause I love ye’ and expect him to say-”

“You do?” The softer voice in the room had Brian jumping, letting go to the tree to spin around and face Brock. Nogla’s cries while being dragged down to the floor were ignored in Brian’s panic, face matching Rudolph’s nose glowing in the corner. Brocks fingers nervously played with the edge of the sheet covering him, still looking pale despite the hopeful smile on his face. “Brian, you...love me?”

“Brock, you weren’t supposed to be up-”

“Do you?” Brock questioned again, Brian hesitating before he spoke.

“I…I do. Sorry, I-” But Brian’s immediate apology was cut off by Brock, who seemed too impatient to wait.

“I love you, too.”    

“Re-really?”

“Uh huh.”

“Holy shit,” Brian whispered, dazed, his smile getting goofy when Brock laughed through a blush.

“Well ain’t that focking great.” Nogla’s cranky voice stole their attention, Brian glancing down to the man stuck under the tree with a glare. “Now get this focking thing off me!”

“Fine, stop bitching,” Brian answered, rolling his eyes despite his laugh. And eventually, the tree was pulled off Nogla to be decorated for the patient properly.

But not before Brian stole a kiss from his boyfriend, Nogla’s protests be damned.

Okay but the best part of this was Brian and Nogla fighting. I loved it <3

[bards-witcher]

This is inspired by a post @omegawolfgirl made, so I hope you enjoy, even if it is pretty bad.

Slight TerrorMoo if you squint hard enough

He’s being replaced. That’s all he can think about as he sees the cyborg enter the base, Delirious hanging off of his shoulder and laughing his usual hysterical way, as if they’d known each other for years.

He’s stopped paying attention to the game he’s playing, instead choosing to send daggers to the new addition. It was then he felt Evan jump over the couch and landing in the space next to him. “Green really isn’t your colour you know”

Terroriser huffed a laugh and turned to face the younger man “I’m Irish ye fock, green will always be my colour”. Evan laughed at that before stealing the controller from his hand, allowing him to go back to glaring at the newcomer.

“He was being abused you know. Found him in some sort computer room, chest frame ripped open half his wires cut and those that weren’t were connected to a mainframe with a high voltage pulse sent straight to his core every few minutes. Thought he was dead when we found him, but he pleaded for us to take him, we couldn’t just leave him”.

Terroriser shuddered at that, he’d heard stories of cyborgs being taken in only to be ripped apart and their parts used for weapons. Normally after major damage they shut down but clearly these guys knew what they were doing, the pulse was to keep him alive so that they could keep harvesting parts. He couldn’t help but feel a twinge of guilt after hearing this.

Despite this though he couldn’t help but notice that the newcomer looked near brand new, a vast contrast to himself who had long ago lost one of his eyes and instead replaced it with a red laser. Not to mention the other adjustments he’d had to make across his body due to his line of work, when he was in a particularly bad mood, he liked to call himself the Frankenstein monster of Cyborgs.

“How’s he even standin’ then, he almost looks like he came off the shelf floor” he asked dejectedly, feeling the green-eyed monster rear its ugly head again.

Evan sighed “Called in a couple favours on the way back, had Gorilla patch him up, that’s why we’re a bit late”. Evan turned to look at Brian, noticing how his fists and jaw clenched.

“What model is he” was said through gritted teeth, he knew he was being irrational, he could be repaired properly if he wanted, in fact the guys had offered more than once to help pay for it, but he was too stubborn for his own good.

“Don’t know for sure, says he was built for protection though, so he shouldn’t need too much training. Want’s us to call him Ohm as well. Says its something to do with him resisting all the voltage put through him”

Brian couldn’t help but snort at that, the last thing they needed was another Brock. Speaking of he noticed the older man walking towards him, Ohm in tow. Brian tried to put on a smile but he’s sure it came out as more of a grimace at the look Brock gives him.

“Ohm this is Brian, our resident cyborg. He’s grouchy most of the time but you’ll get used to it, he’ll be the one training you up before you come out with us”

Brian glared at Brock, like hell was he going to train the newbie. “I ain’t fockin trainin shit Brock, I got better things to do with my time”, in the corner of his eye he noticed the hurt look flash across Ohm’s face and that feeling of guilt started creeping up on him again.

“I just figured seeing as you’re both Cyborgs you’d be able to both understand each other better and help each other get better”.

Any feeling of guilt suddenly vanished, standing up so that he could go toe to toe with Brock “So ye are replacing me, you’d have him teach me shit when I’ve been in the business my whole life. Ye find a newer model and decide that’s it, Brian’s useless now. Well Fock all of ye”

His outburst had caused a crowd, the rest of the gang milling about and taking in the scene, like vultures waiting for their next meal.

It was Evan who spoke next, barely paying attention to the situation and instead on the video game “Well you do need to work on your defence a bit more, you’re always leaving your side open to attack”. Brian knew it was a joke but seeing the shit eating grin on Evan’s face and the sniggers he hears from some of the other guys tips him over the edge.

“Well fock the lot of ye, I don’t have to put up with this shit”. With that he headed towards his room, locking the door once he was in it and choosing to punch the wall a couple times for good measure.

The next few weeks were tense within the base, Terroriser did his best to ignore Ohm, only giving him a grunt of acknowledgement here and there despite the smaller guys efforts to befriend him. Part of him was starting to feel bad for the new cyborg, it’s not often you cross another cyborg, in fact it had been years since Terroriser had seen another one, so he probably would have benefitted from talking to the newcomer. He was stubborn though and try as he might he refused how beneficial that connection would be.

After his outburst, Ohm started to train with the other guys instead, Tyler for hand to hand combat, Luke was in charge of guns, Smii7y with knives, Kryoz with poisons, Evan for explosives, Delirious for traps and intel collection from Scotty. Given that he was a Cyborg he couldn’t heal himself so instead got a basic understanding of his components from Gorilla, with Marcel giving him a few replacement components should he need them.

It was about 2 months after Ohm had come back with them that he’d been deemed good to go for his first mission. It was supposed to be simple, they’d received intel on a gang that was about to make a move against them in the southern district. It was supposed to be a simple mission, take the other gang out and come home in time for dinner.

Brian was watching Tv in the main room with Anthony, Scotty and Nogla when he heard panicked shouts coming from the garage. Before he could make a move to check it out Tyler entered the room, Ohm motionless over his shoulder and the other guys running in behind him, clearing the dining room table to lay Ohm down on.

Through his laser eye Brian could see the internal damage to Ohms circuits, how his core had been melted and his entire system frazzled.

“What the fock happened to him, you were supposed to be looking after him” Brian was surprised at his own outburst, just like everyone else was. Nobody said anything, just looking around at each other, waiting for someone else to speak first. “TELL ME WHAT THE FUCK HAPPENED RIGHT NOW BEFORE I FUCKING CUT A BITCH”

It was Luke that spoke up “ We don’t know, we’ve never seen it before. We’d cornered them before they chucked what we thought was a grenade, but it didn’t go off like it should’ve. Ohm just collapsed, and our mics stopped working, after we killed the fuckers, we tried replacing some of his components like Marcel showed us, but he wouldn’t wake up. Brian we’re sorr…” Brian held up his hand, silent as he moved towards the cyborg prone in front of him.

He put his hand on Ohms chest, trying to feel for anything.

Come on you little shit, don’t give up on me now. You’re the Ohmwrecker you’re supposed to resist so fockin resist.

It was then that he felt it, a tiny pulse, almost unnoticeable but it showed that Ohm was still alive, somehow. Brian wasted no time in tearing open Ohm’s frame and removing the parts that were beyond repair. “Someone get me his spare components, Brock go to my room and get me the big black box on my workbench” he faintly heard everyone scrambling behind him, but he was too busy trying to complete his task to notice who.

It was a minute later when he was ready to start repairing Ohm, but no one had returned with the parts he’d asked for, the pulse he’d felt earlier had gotten even weaker if that were possible. “Just hang in there Ohm, please. WHAT THE FOCK IS TAKING YOU SO LONG, IF HE FOCKIN DIES ON ME YOU’LL ALL HAVE FOCKIN HELL TO PAY” It was then that Brock came in with the box, sweat on his brow as he struggled to heave the box onto the table.

Brian didn’t waste any time, opening the box he tore out the spare parts he’d collected over the years, he just hoped that they’d be compatible with Ohms model. Using his laser, he welded wires to circuits and tried to place them with as much care as he could in his rush. In his haste his laser caught his hand but all he could do was grit his teeth and carry on with his task.

“Is he going to make it?” Brocks voice was so quiet he almost didn’t hear it. Brian spared Brock a glance and gave a faint smile “I dunno but I’m gonna damn well try. See if you can find where the spares are, I’m gonna need them in a minute”.

He heard Brock leave the room while he placed the last few wires in place, put in a couple of fuses and managed to attach his new CNS wire to the motherboard. Brian opened his own frame taking a clip and attaching one end to Ohms and the other to his own motherboard. He sent a pulse of electricity through it, nothing. He sent another one and another one but there was no movement. He checked all the circuits to make sure they were connected but couldn’t find anything wrong. He determined that one of the circuit boards must not work for Ohm and he swore every name under the sun. Without thinking he reached into his own frame and pulled a couple of his own circuit boards out and connected them to Ohm, he’d be weaker without them yes, but he could still function. Again, he sent a pulse through Ohm and noticed his whole-body jerk, Brian let out the breath he was holding.

Brock and Tyler came rushing in, Brock holding out a small shoulder bag which Brian all but snatched out of his hand and rummaged for components. “Where’s the core? And the vitaliser? There’s no way Marcel could’ve forgotten ‘em”.

Tyler started to look sheepish “We don’t know, me and the guys have searched the base top to bottom and we can’t find them. Luke and Jon went back to the South district to try and find them but last I heard no dice. Scotty called Marcel but it’s gonna take him a couple hours to get the parts. I’m sor..”

“Please stop sayin yer sorry, I’m gettin sick of hearin it” Brian ran a hand down his face. The happiness he’d felt moments prior now replaced with defeat. The pulse he’d felt had gotten stronger but without the core Ohm had half an hour at best. “FOCK” he slammed his fists on the table and tried to ignore the tears that threatened to fall. “This is all my fault, I shouldn’t have been such an ass, I shoulda trained him, I shoulda been there”

He felt a hand on his shoulder, Brock’s soft words soon following “It’s not your fault Brian, even if you had trained him you couldn’t have stopped what happened. It was going to happen no matter what and if you were there that would be you as well and we’d be down two team members. You can’t beat yourself up over this, you did all you could”. Brocks words were soft and caring yet Brian couldn’t accept them, in fact they affirmed his resolve.

“Tyler call Marcel, tell him to bring parts for me, not for Ohm”. With that said he reached into his still open frame and broke free his vitaliser, a giant gush of air was let out and he stumbled a little bit, he had 5 minutes before he shut down.

“Brian what the hell are you doing! You’ll kill yourself, you know your body can’t handle another shut down” Brock was shouting beside him, trying to pull his arm away. He heard Tyler in the background swearing as he took out his phone.

Brian turned to Brock “Please let me do this, this one thing to try and redeem myself. I couldn’t live with myself unless I knew I tried everything. Please Brock”

“I don’t want to lose you”

“You won’t, I promise I’ll come back to you”

Brock gave a nod and took a step back. 4 minutes, he could totally do this. He connected the vitaliser to Ohm and waited. It felt like forever before he heard the faint whir it made that meant it was starting to work. He saw one of Ohms hands twitch, 3 minutes.

He pulled out Ohms old core, clearing out the shards of metals which had been shattered due to the grenade. He didn’t hesitate when he pulled out his own core, but he couldn’t stop himself when he started to fall against the table. Brock grabbed him before he could fall to the floor and held him up whilst he put his core into Ohm, Brock helped him push the core in place as all his systems started to fail.

He noticed in his peripheral the other guys had joined them and were watching the scene before them, he couldn’t make out their faces, he wasn’t sure he wanted to.

1 minute.

With the last of his power he could muster he sent another bolt of electricity through the wire still connecting him and Ohm. The body jerked but there was no sign of life. He did it again, nothing. “C’mon Ohm, please” Feeling himself get weaker he sent another bolt but still nothing. “Please, please, please…” was all he could say as he sent one final bolt through to Ohm before he fell limp in Brocks arms. In his last moments of consciousness, he saw Ohm suddenly sit up on the table, confused look on his face as he took in the room.

Brian looked up at Brock who was now holding him on the floor, tears falling down his face. “Don’t worry Brock, I’ll be back” and with that his body shut off.

He opened his eyes to find himself laying in his bed, he looked down to see that his chest had been sealed shut but leaving a scar from having ripped it open. It was then that he noticed two other people in the room with him. One was Brock, he was sleeping with his head on the bed whilst still sitting in the chair, Brian smiled softly at him as he started combing his hand through the others hair. The other person was Ohm sitting on his right side, wide awake with a small smile on his face.

“Thank you, Brian. I know we haven’t gotten on well together, and I’m not expecting that to change because you saved me, but if there’s anything you need, anything at all then just ask me okay”

Brian smiled at the smaller cyborg. “You have nothin to be sorry for Ohm. I was a complete dick to you your whole time here”. He could see Ohm about to protest so he simply put up his hand, the other cyborg settling down and giving a nod to let him continue. “I ain’t gonna lie to you, I was jealous of you. I’ve been here years; the guys have had loads of other opportunities to bring in other cyborgs, but they didn’t, not until you. I couldn’t stop thinking  bout how special you must be for them to take you in, but I know now. When I was repairing you, I saw your memory drive, at the shootout you thought that was a normal grenade, you knew it was gonna hit Ev, Del and Toonz, and you jumped on it to save them. You were gonna sacrifice yerself for them, for people you’d known a couple months, for people I cared for. I’ll always be grateful to you for that”.

Ohm looked at him in shock, he was flustered as he tried to form words but was speechless after Brian’s admission.

“After I get my couple days bedrest, we’re gonna train alright. I’ll teach ya how to fight properly, the others are good, but they’re not Irish”

Ohm let out a giggle at that. “I look forward to it”. Ohm stood to leave, giving one more smile to Brian. “Thank you again Brian, but never do something that stupid again” Now it was Brian’s turn to look flustered as Ohm laughed again and headed for the door. “I’ll let the others know you’re alright, you seem to be in good company” and with that Ohm left, softly closing the door behind him.

From then on spare parts for both of them were stored around the base in case of an emergency, and whilst they trained together, they were never to go on a mission together. It was figured that if an EMP grenade was used again and they were both there then they’d both be fucked, but this way the other would always be back at the base ready to repair them should the occasion arise.

Scotty and Marcel had also created a lead-based vest for them, their increased strength meaning that they weren’t too much of a burden for the two cyborgs. Whilst it wasn’t sure-fire protection against all EMPS it did a damn good job most of the time.

Ohm and Brian became close friends, almost inseparable, often times Ohm being the only person, except Brock, who could cheer Brian up when he was having an off day. It confused the guys at first, how Brian’s opinion of Ohm did a complete 180 but, in the end, decided not to question it. Instead content to listen to strange giggles passing through the base followed by the swears of an Irishman.

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