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Why thank you. I did come home after seeing Civil War last night and poke through to see where I left off. I don’t have my shit organized, is the problem and the ongoing issue with literally everything I do. Scrivener was a huge help, but I tend not to write in order, and then I write in Google Docs sometimes, and I have this awful fucking habit of just– writing until the document gets too large to load well, then copy-pasting chunks out into a rough order and working on those, and like a moron I name them things like– I shit you not– “bucky” “dd” “kk” “untitled” “untitled” “assorted” “endingstuff” – I’m not making this up. And i can’t remember where stuff is. I don’t know where I left off. I just. Why does everything happen so much.
So. I mean. I have so much more shit to post, I just literally can’t find it.
The Star Wars stuff has been an experiment in writing in order and even that has been getting out of hand. (I just spent 20 minutes tabbing through GDocs documents titled “Yavin4”, “ch7cutscene”, “assorted”, “sharasbae”, “tell that to kanjiklub”, “chapter7” (believe it or not, that one was actually chapter 7), and finally found what i was looking for in a document of 30k words of unconnected snippets entitled “fluff??”)
My life is a total trip.
However. I like to encourage people to send me asks because I do like them, even if I am shitty about answering them in a timely fashion, so here is a thing I found while trying to remember where I left off in my MCU stuff.
I have a threesome scene with Bucky, Natasha, and Steve like ¾ written and I might mark FOG complete and start a new story so I can post it.
Liho deigned to rub her face on Steve’s hand, and let him run his hand along her body, but then came in and made a beeline for James, making her little purling cry that James always seemed to take as an invitation to pick her up. He did so, predictably, and she rubbed her face on his face and purred.
“He’s occupied now,” Natasha said, and took the last glass of wine over to Steve. “That’s him sorted for the evening. Now, Steve, I haven’t forgotten, there was something you were going to tell me about.”
“Oh,” James said, “don’t think I can’t multitask.”
“I once caught him petting the cat while we were having sex,” Natasha said.
“I’m good at both,” James said.
“That’s not at all like the threesome story I was going to tell you,” Steve said.
“It better not be,” Natasha said, and grabbed Steve’s tie and pulled him over to the couch. He sank down onto it and she climbed into his lap and kissed him, finally, relishing the way his mouth opened for her.
After a long moment she surfaced and said, “You kiss like James.”
“Yeah guess who used to practice with him,” James said, and he was standing close behind her, the cat still purring on his shoulder. His pants fit differently now than they had, and she grinned at Steve.
“Did you really,” she said. “What else did you practice?”
“Mostly handjobs,” James said, kneeling on the couch behind her. Liho, disliking the reduction in altitude, slunk off to wash herself on the other end of the couch-back.
“Sometimes suckjobs,” Steve said, and she gave an excited little wriggle in his lap.
“How old were you the first time you sucked his cock?” she asked Steve.
Steve bit his lip. “Old,” he said. “I didn’t– he used to do it to me, and then he never wanted me to reciprocate, so I didn’t think to do it until pretty late.”
“Really,” she said.
“I was tryin’ not to make you feel like I thought you were, you know,” James said, and they both turned to look at him. He blushed a little. “A fairy,” he said. “We used to– back then we thought of it differently, y’know? People figured they could tell by lookin’ what a guy would incline to and because Steve was little they figured he was an invert, and I didn’t want him to think I assumed that.”
“I probably would’ve been a little offended,” Steve said. “If you’d just– you know. Expected.”
“I was fifteen when I sucked him off the first time, though,” James said. “And I liked it so much I came in my pants.”
“Ohh,” Natasha said fervently, and kissed Steve again. “I want very much to see that.”
“Me comin’ in my pants?” James laughed. “I don’t wanna, not in these pants. I think it’d take more nowadays too.”
“That’s not what I meant,” Natasha said. She ran her hands along Steve’s chest. He’d taken his suit coat off, but he was still wearing two shirts at least. She loosened his tie and unbuttoned the top button of his shirt. “You know how good James is with his mouth,” she said.
“I do,” Steve said, “I do.” He unfastened the buttons of his cuffs, and paused to touch her waist, gentlemanly. She grabbed his hand and pulled it up to her breast, and he laughed. “If you want,” he said, and squeezed gently, in a manner that suggested he actually had encountered a woman in this fashion before and had some idea of what would actually please her.
“I always thought you’d have clever hands,” Natasha said.
Why thank you. I did come home after seeing Civil War last night and poke through to see where I left off. I don’t have my shit organized, is the problem and the ongoing issue with literally everything I do. Scrivener was a huge help, but I tend not to write in order, and then I write in Google Docs sometimes, and I have this awful fucking habit of just– writing until the document gets too large to load well, then copy-pasting chunks out into a rough order and working on those, and like a moron I name them things like– I shit you not– “bucky” “dd” “kk” “untitled” “untitled” “assorted” “endingstuff” – I’m not making this up. And i can’t remember where stuff is. I don’t know where I left off. I just. Why does everything happen so much.
So. I mean. I have so much more shit to post, I just literally can’t find it.
The Star Wars stuff has been an experiment in writing in order and even that has been getting out of hand. (I just spent 20 minutes tabbing through GDocs documents titled “Yavin4”, “ch7cutscene”, “assorted”, “sharasbae”, “tell that to kanjiklub”, “chapter7” (believe it or not, that one was actually chapter 7), and finally found what i was looking for in a document of 30k words of unconnected snippets entitled “fluff??”)
My life is a total trip.
However. I like to encourage people to send me asks because I do like them, even if I am shitty about answering them in a timely fashion, so here is a thing I found while trying to remember where I left off in my MCU stuff.
I have a threesome scene with Bucky, Natasha, and Steve like ¾ written and I might mark FOG complete and start a new story so I can post it.
Liho deigned to rub her face on Steve’s hand, and let him run his hand along her body, but then came in and made a beeline for James, making her little purling cry that James always seemed to take as an invitation to pick her up. He did so, predictably, and she rubbed her face on his face and purred.
“He’s occupied now,” Natasha said, and took the last glass of wine over to Steve. “That’s him sorted for the evening. Now, Steve, I haven’t forgotten, there was something you were going to tell me about.”
“Oh,” James said, “don’t think I can’t multitask.”
“I once caught him petting the cat while we were having sex,” Natasha said.
“I’m good at both,” James said.
“That’s not at all like the threesome story I was going to tell you,” Steve said.
“It better not be,” Natasha said, and grabbed Steve’s tie and pulled him over to the couch. He sank down onto it and she climbed into his lap and kissed him, finally, relishing the way his mouth opened for her.
After a long moment she surfaced and said, “You kiss like James.”
“Yeah guess who used to practice with him,” James said, and he was standing close behind her, the cat still purring on his shoulder. His pants fit differently now than they had, and she grinned at Steve.
“Did you really,” she said. “What else did you practice?”
“Mostly handjobs,” James said, kneeling on the couch behind her. Liho, disliking the reduction in altitude, slunk off to wash herself on the other end of the couch-back.
“Sometimes suckjobs,” Steve said, and she gave an excited little wriggle in his lap.
“How old were you the first time you sucked his cock?” she asked Steve.
Steve bit his lip. “Old,” he said. “I didn’t– he used to do it to me, and then he never wanted me to reciprocate, so I didn’t think to do it until pretty late.”
“Really,” she said.
“I was tryin’ not to make you feel like I thought you were, you know,” James said, and they both turned to look at him. He blushed a little. “A fairy,” he said. “We used to– back then we thought of it differently, y’know? People figured they could tell by lookin’ what a guy would incline to and because Steve was little they figured he was an invert, and I didn’t want him to think I assumed that.”
“I probably would’ve been a little offended,” Steve said. “If you’d just– you know. Expected.”
“I was fifteen when I sucked him off the first time, though,” James said. “And I liked it so much I came in my pants.”
“Ohh,” Natasha said fervently, and kissed Steve again. “I want very much to see that.”
“Me comin’ in my pants?” James laughed. “I don’t wanna, not in these pants. I think it’d take more nowadays too.”
“That’s not what I meant,” Natasha said. She ran her hands along Steve’s chest. He’d taken his suit coat off, but he was still wearing two shirts at least. She loosened his tie and unbuttoned the top button of his shirt. “You know how good James is with his mouth,” she said.
“I do,” Steve said, “I do.” He unfastened the buttons of his cuffs, and paused to touch her waist, gentlemanly. She grabbed his hand and pulled it up to her breast, and he laughed. “If you want,” he said, and squeezed gently, in a manner that suggested he actually had encountered a woman in this fashion before and had some idea of what would actually please her.
“I always thought you’d have clever hands,” Natasha said.
