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Creator Spotlight #17: WitchyPrentiss

Welcome back to the TWW Author Spotlight! For every spotlight, we’ll ask each featured author the same ten questions (as well as questions you submitted on Twitter!). This week we’re talking with the lovely @donnamossburner (on Twitter, WitchyPrentiss on AO3)!

1) What are your top 5 desert island fics by other authors?

I love reading fanfic so this is a difficult choice.

Paradise City by casliyn. (kennysroys on twitter) THE HOLD BASEBALL AU HAS ON ME!!! This fic is so fun and interesting, I love AU’s so right up my ally but when I tell you Kenny’s work on world building is some of the best. Chapter 5 you will always ALWAYS be famous. Paradise City - Chapter 1 - casliyn - The West Wing [Archive of Our Own]

Fleur de Destin by sarabrownolorado. This is a flower shop AU and again one thing about me is I love au!! It is such a beautifully written fic that stays very true to character which I know can be difficult. https://archiveofourown.org/works/15105539/chapters/35025731

Where the lovelight gleams by JessBakesCakes. This fic is a christmas, post transitions fic which is my jam. I love reading about JoshDonna in the time between transitions and tomorrow because we really missed that. Jess writes Josh being immersed into Donna’s family beautifully and this fic is so so soft. It brings me an insane amount of joy. where the lovelight gleams - JessBakesCakes - The West Wing [Archive of Our Own]

No Reasonable Love by BeneathAnOrangeSky (editsbylu on twitter). I recently reread this fic after re watching season 5 and it is very satisfying to those of us who feel like season 5 had these moments where JD was so close but missed the point. Lu does a phenomenal job at diving deep into the moments and pulling out the feelings that Josh and Donna have. There is a line in it that made me laugh out loud and then get very sad. “Her biggest what a shame is what will never be between the two of them” because IT'S FUNNY AND TRUE AND HEARTBREAKING. I think that sums up my taste in fics though. No Reasonable Love - BeneathAnOrangeSky - The West Wing [Archive of Our Own]

Your hand was the one I reached for(all throughout the great war) by Joshatella. Now this is an author who I could just grab any fic and know it is going to be beautifully written and change my life. This fic in particular though has one of my favorite tropes “poorly timed confession” and is just so satisfying to the frustration of season 6 JD. I love how the author writes the barrier Josh and Donna have both built and how they are both so stubborn because they were both hurt. I think it does a great job of giving us the Josh apologizes to Donna storyline we deserved!! your hand was the one i reached for (all throughout the great war) - joshatella (shuuuliet) - The West Wing [Archive of Our Own]

2) Do you have a favorite character to write? Favorite ship(s) to write? Are there characters or ships you'd like to write more of?

My favorite character to write is Donna. I feel very connected to her, she puts on such a tough front but she is so soft and just wants to be seen which is very relatable.

My favorite ship to write is JoshDonna, I am insanely obsessed with their dynamic. I would love to write more of different characters but I feel most connected to JD.

I recently branched out and wrote a little Ellie Bartlet introspective which I enjoyed. And wrote some other character drabbles that were fun to explore

3) Tell us about your writing process (setup/location? Night or day? Snacks/beverages? Computer/phone/notebook? Music or silence? Anything else you want to share is welcome!)

I will write wherever the muse hits, sometimes that is at 11pm in bed and I will type in my notes app, sometimes it's a slow day at work and I pull the incognito tab up on my dual screen work computer. I always have my emotional support water bottle at the ready, but I rarely snack while I write. When I write at work it's usually like the subtle office buzz around me but when I write at home I put music on, something slow jam. But if a song is inspiring my work, I will put that song on. I really am just very all over the place.

4) What writing advice do you have for others who may be reading this?

My writing advice is threefold. 1. Write for yourself / for fun / because you can not stop thinking about what would happen if JD got trapped in an elevator or whatever. When I start to focus too much on how much “traffic” my fics are getting, I get sad and discouraged, so my advice is to remember that it is fun, and at some point someone will come across the fic and be like THIS!!!! Of course feedback is wonderful and we all want validation but letting it discourage you or letting it create competition just isn't helpful. 2. Read other peoples fics and engage with them, I find myself so inspired by others work, especially in this fandom where the talent is just *chefs kiss*. Tell other fic writers how amazing their work is and what it means to you because that is the best vibe. Read fics and when you come across something that tickles your brain, remember that and let it inspire your own work. 3. When you get stuck, ask for help, this is when engaging with others comes in handy, becoming friends with other writers is the best, because you can have a symbiotic relationship where when you feel stuck on a fic, someone can help you get unstuck. Also, it is okay to walk away from writing something if it's just not working, things need to breathe.

5) From where do you usually draw your inspiration? (Other forms of media, music, tropes, etc?)

I have discovered that I do my best work when I have a prompt, theme and deadline. Having a trope to work off really helps me to focus my writing and be like okay this is the core. I also read a lot, I will have days where I just read fic all day and it makes me want to write because I am like THIS IS AMAZING I WANT TO DO THIS. Truly nothing inspires me more than when a moot uploads an absolute banger and I read that and am like wow… I am also very inspired by music and often find myself thinking of songfics but they never make it on the google doc

I must give a shout out to @ JessBakesCakes,@ TheFinestMuffin and @ Flowersinapril_ because all three of them have supplied me (and everyone) with space to write and ideas to be inspired from and a soft deadline that creates just enough pressure that I get my shit together

6) What is the fic you've written that you're most proud of and why?

I am most proud of my grocery store au, it was so much fun to write and It made me feel like a more confident writer because I just was enjoying the process so much. I loved taking JD out of their usual roles and using little bits from other shows I enjoy. I never really considered myself a writer till I churned out 8,000 words on how Donna likes to make lists while Josh only eats frozen food.

but you carry my groceries and now I’m always laughing - WitchyPrentiss - The West Wing [Archive of Our Own]

7) What's the fic trope/concept/AU you'd read 1000 of? What's the fic trope/concept/AU you'd write 1000 of?

I have to say, TWW fandom changed me. I never really read present day or soulmate au’s until I joined this fandom and now I am just obsessed with both. I think it's such a testament to writers who do it so well. I could read a one bed trope fic 100 times and never get bored, it is my favorite trope bc its sooo cheese filled and I am a sap. Like!! They wake up cuddling!!! Hell yea!!!.

I could write JD fixit fics till I am dead and gone because there are so many missed moments for them where they could have avoided all the drama by just talking.

8) Is there anything you'd like to try writing-wise that you haven't yet?

I would love to write more descriptively. I really admire writers in this fandom because they go so deep into what Josh and Donna are feeling and I just have a hard time with that - I often rely on dialogue heavy writing.

9) What's your go-to Starbucks/coffee shop/other drink order?

So I am a tea drinker mostly. I love a good london fog, chai tea latte and matcha latte. When I do drink coffee it is usually an oat milk latte.

10) Do you have any current projects you'd like to promote or anything upcoming you'd like to tell us about?

I have been working on the festive drabbles currently, which has been fun because I got out of my JD bubble a little and wrote other characters. Festive Drabbles 2022 - Chapter 1 - WitchyPrentiss - The West Wing [Archive of Our Own]

I am also working on my roommates fic, I need to write part two but the inspiration has been lacking. My goal is by end of January. OMG! They Were Roommates! - Chapter 1 - WitchyPrentiss - The West Wing [Archive of Our Own]

Submitted questions:

From @S4MWILS0N: fave season, ep, plot arc? fave ship, platonic duo, side character? funniest one liner? plot arc u liked and disliked most? underrated ep? pre or post canon? craziest au you’ve come up with? easiest/hardest character voice to write? ships to double date? media to crossover with ?

My favorite season is season 2, so many good episodes.

My favorite episode is so hard to pick like I want to say The Cold because the JD brain rot but plot wise I love Somebody’s going to emergency, Somebody’s going to jail because I think all the storylines are really interesting and we get some fun dynamics (Josh/CJ. Sam/Donna)

My favorite plot arc is just the first season - learning who the characters are and what not

Favorite ship is JoshDonna

Favorite platonic duo is Josh/CJ - love the brother / sister duo. I also love Donna’s friendship with everyone and think we deserved more of it!!

Favorite side character is Joey Lucas!!! My queen

Funniest one liner is “you put my cats on the supreme court” I DIED. the whole thing is so funny to me

The arc I dislike is the Toby leak arc, that was dumb and Toby deserved better!

Underrated episode is not that underrated probably but Slow News Day - I really like the Toby focus in this episode

Post canon is my fav!!!!!! Give me all the present day fics

I have not personally come up with crazy au’s.

No character is really easy for me to write, I do find I can find Josh and Donna’s voices well, CJ is hard for me tho.

Ships to double date are JD and Matt/Helen - I love in fics when people write these four together and MattHelen are like ?? about JD, so fun.

Media to crossover with is The Newsroom. @ sam_writes_fic wrote a phenomenal crossover fic that i think does a wonderful job at blending the worlds (stuck in reverse - sam_writes_fics - The West Wing [Archive of Our Own])

From @sam_writes_fics: favorite pairing (romantic or platonic) you wish was explored more in the show?

I love the bits and pieces we get of Donna’s friendship to Charlie, Sam, CJ and Toby but I would have loved more - I think especially Donna and Charlie who are in many ways on the same level, I think they helped each other grow and it would have been nice to see it.

Romantic wise Idk, the JD brain rot is pretty much it for me.

From @EditsbyLu: woohoo! if you could rewrite any canon JD scene, which would it be? and how would you change it?

OKAY but do you have an hour?!?1 No seriously so many. I think I would rewrite the scene in King Corn where Josh chickens out knocking on the door, hes so dumb for that, I wish he had knocked because they could have talked!! I just wish we had gotten a good talk before they kissed in general. Or maybe even instead of the plane scene in transitions we got Josh showing up and choosing her and asking her to go away with him.

From @JessBakesCakes: Is there a fic that you’ve written that started out in one spot and ended up in a wildly different place? If so, which one and how did it evolve?

So the uploaded fic this occurred with is roommates AU. I struggled with this fic HARD, because at first I had written that Donna’s apartment floods and she has to move in with Josh, which was fine but it felt too like what i did with my restaurant fic which is canon divergent. I scraped the entire fic and said okay no, what if Donna and Josh become roommates - and then let myself write off that - it ended up being so different from what I originally envisioned and I am currently struggling with part two but that's the fun of it (OMG! They Were Roommates! - Chapter 1 - WitchyPrentiss - The West Wing [Archive of Our Own])

I also have a fic in my google docs that has been there since June - I am determined to write a post transitions fic and I have many little parts but it’s just like a slow evolution from what I originally had of hawaii to now which is like them coming home and navigating their new status.

Thank you so much for including me in this - I had the best time answering these questions. <3 :)

Huge thanks to WitchyPrentiss, and thank you to everyone who submitted questions! If you’d like to be featured in a future spotlight, send us a message here, shoot an email to [email protected], or DM us on Twitter.

xx, What’s next?

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caregiverlad · 2 months ago

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mhm!! and good morning :3 i've been up since 5:30ish (bleh) on a saturday too!! either way i'm home alone all day and i just showered, and m gonna do a few chores eventually once i get motivation back. i spent it all on showering i guess :] i ended up driving yesterday, i had to drive a minivan which was not fun but i survived. and and and!! i figured out a way that i can use tumblr on my phone! i have the google app and can go incognito on there and use tumblr that way!! ;3 and i think me and my mom are driving to a mall a couple hours away tomorrow so i can go school shopping!! i'm really excited because they have a miniso, and i wanna get stationary stuff from there!! + it means a long car ride so i'll be able to just read and listen to music the whole time, i just started a book last night so it's perfect timing!! :3 anyways that was a lot, i hope you slept well!!

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i’m glad you had a good time! excited for you and your fun day tomorrow. hmm what did i do today..? i got a haircut! just a little trim since the ends were getting long. and i watched a football game on tv today, and i got a new watch band for my apple watch!

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uniquecrownblaze · 4 months ago

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businessclassflightdealstosydney · 1 year ago

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syenapp1 · 1 year ago

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michaelbellu · 2 years ago

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Positive Social Media? Is There an Algorithm for That?

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Using Twitter, the study found four online fields of focus: lifecasting, politics, promotion, and entertainment. This breakdown is interesting because there are definitely lots of subgroups in each one that are very different.

The article also mentions the digital divide and its relevance to the study. In today’s modern tech-driven world, especially as college students, people forget that not everyone has the same media access. Digital inequalities tend to mirror the offline areas of inequality, such as race and ethnicity, gender, and socioeconomic status. In many cases, even if people have economic and logistical access to technology such as social media, streaming, smartphones, and the internet as a whole, they still cannot access them. Age and geographical location are significant factors in the digital divide that were not mentioned in this study. People 65 years old and up, especially 80 and up, struggle to keep up with our continually evolving climate. In most cases, they are not the target demographic for any new technology or thought of when everything is moved to digital. The unfortunate part is the elderly could stand to benefit greatly from new technology, either from heath and emergency areas or just general entertainment.

The study pointed out that pundits and men were significantly more negative on Twitter due to the discussion of politics in an increasingly polarized society. They also mentioned that the entertainment field expresses a more positive outlook than tweets posted in the political field. I thought this was very obvious data in this study, that people who tweet about entertainment are more positive than people who post about political news. I believe that social media, especially Twitter, has facilitated a more polarized political climate. Constant misinformation, arguing in comments, and the ability to attack anyone with opposing views all contribute to division.

There are new apps that have been gaining traction in recent years that are only positive apps. The apps promote goal setting, compliment others, and mental health. Their whole goal is to facilitate a positive platform where users can go to escape the sewer that most regular social media has become. The irony is that regular social media was thought of as an escape from the real world and was supposed to be fun and enjoyable when created. Now companies are creating sites to escape the old ones, and people turn off their phones as an escape to the real world. The entire intended use of social sites has been inverted in recent years.

Some think of algorithms as technological prescriptions and logical instructions created by data engineers, mathematicians, and programmers. Other people think algorithms are an invisible infrastructure for internet users who consciously or unconsciously follow their instructions. I think both are true; algorithms have pros and cons. There are times it is helpful when online shopping, and it helps you find things or sorts out content you do not like. I love the algorithms on Spotify. The app will suggest new music that it thinks you will like and builds personalized playlists from your listen history. The downside is they can keep people scrolling for much longer than they normally would because the algorithm keeps showing them things they want to see. Also, it can feel a little intrusive with your device showing ads for things you have previously looked up or searched.

One big complaint is buying plane tickets online. In many cases, if a person looks up tickets once but doesn’t buy them, then returns later, the price can increase and have different flight options than before because the system knows you are interested in that flight. One way to combat this is to look up plane tickets in incognito mode, where the data is supposedly not tracked. In all, I believe that algorithms are a good thing, but they must be regulated and used in ways that are good, not just for profit.

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dottielovegood · 2 years ago

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Shadowsinger [erotic audio for women, nsfw]

(Elriel fanfic. Chapter 1)

Read here on AO3

Summary: Azriel does audio porn. Elain is a big fan.

(Disclaimer: No, this is not an audio fic)

Content warning: sexual content and dirty talk.

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Elain threw her bag on the floor as soon as she entered her apartment. It had been a shit day and an even shittier week. She had worked full days for the past six days since two of her coworkers were sick and she was completely exhausted. And on top of that, she only had two days to finish the assignment for her business class. The assignment she hadn’t even started. She knew she should have turned down some of the shifts at the coffee shop but she really needed the money and, as the people pleaser she was, she didn’t want to let her co-workers down.

But now here she was, in desperate need of rest but too jacked up on coffee to be able to actually sleep. She thought about starting the assignment but she knew very well that she would have to delete everything tomorrow anyway since she never worked very well after 9.30 PM, and that was 30 minutes ago.

Elain let out a breath and walked to the refrigerator. She wasn’t hungry, but maybe she could pass the time by eating something? Unfortunately, she hadn’t had time to do her weekly grocery shopping, so the only things she had were a half full carton of milk, some eggs, juice and a sad looking broccoli. She wasn’t exactly craving any of it. She shut the refrigerator door again, looking around her apartment for anything to do that could help her sleep.

Watch TV?

No, she knew that it would take her at least 25 minutes to find something to watch, and when she started watching something, she always had to finish at least one episode. She couldn’t commit to that right now.

Read a book?

No, she wouldn’t be able to concentrate on any sort of text right now.

She pulled out her phone from her back pocket. Maybe some mindless scrolling?

Or maybe she could…

No. No, she shouldn’t.

But as soon as the thought entered her head, it was the only thing she could think about. Just imagining it made her press her thighs together to relieve the ache that started building there from just the thought of it.

The thought of him.

If you asked any of her friends, they would tell you that Elain most definitely didn’t watch porn.

She was too much of a prude and too innocent. And maybe they were correct - she wouldn’t watch porn. She had tried it once or twice but she couldn’t make it past the first 30 seconds without thinking about the objectification of the female body. And then she started thinking about that documentary she had watched once about how porn can ruin the way people enjoy sex. And the other documentary about how young girls are groomed into porn.

And then she had to turn it off, feeling disgusted by herself.

But then one night a few weeks ago, she overheard two customers talking about audio porn. Just the fact that these two girls talked about porn so openly had made Elain blush. Elain made a show of wiping down the already clean counter just to appear busy, but actually, she was intrigued. And curious. She couldn’t really wrap her mind around the concept of audio porn. Was is just the sounds of people having sex? How could that be arousing?

But one of the women said that she probably had one of her best orgasms ever after listening to a certain audio and Elain had been single and horny for months now (to be fair, she had been horny for years since her ex, Graysen, couldn’t pleasure her at all), so that night, Elain put her phone on incognito mode, and searched for audio porn. She hadn’t known what to expect, but she certainly hadn’t expected to find out that there were multiple apps for audio porn. She also realized that you could find it on regular porn sites, and on reddit of all places (but then again, you can find most things on reddit, she thought to herself).

Elain didn’t really know where to start but since she didn’t want to support the big porn sites, she felt that an app might be better. And maybe it was fate, but one of the apps had a 30 day trial for new members. Her finger hovered over the install button for a few seconds. Was she really contemplating downloading a porn app? What on earth would her friends and sisters say if they found out? Would they make fun of her?

Probably.

But, would they ever find out? What were the odds of them going through her phone? Absolutely zero.

There was no way anyone would find out unless she actually told them. Moreover, this was just her researching something she was curious about. She would delete the app in just a few minutes anyway. She just needed to know what it was. There was absolutely no other reason. And she knew that she wouldn’t like it. She detested porn. This would probably be just as horrible. But still, she needed to know.

So she downloaded The Night Court app, fully intending on deleting it after listening to one or two audios.

That had been weeks ago.

The app was still on Elain’s phone.

All because of him.

To be fair, the first audio she had listened to had indeed made her want to delete the app. She had just clicked the first link she had found and been prepared to hear two people have sex. She just thought that audio porn was regular porn but without the visual stimulation.

She couldn’t have been more wrong. This kind of porn was definitely more of the interactive kind where the listener played a role in the fantasy. Elain had promised herself to listen to three minutes before turning it off, and exactly at the three minute mark, that’s what she did. First of all, the voice of the male actor did nothing to her. His voice was soft and teasing, but not in a good way. And the southern lilt to his voice wasn’t her cup of tea either. But the thing that really made her dislike it was the fact that he called himself daddy.

Elain had never been one to kink-shame, mainly because she liked to pretend as if she knew nothing about kink. Sure, her sex life had never been anywhere close to kinky, but the books she sometimes read begged to tell a different story. She had, however, never enjoyed daddy kink. So when the voice actor said “I think it’s time for daddy to punish his little baby”, Elain cringed and stopped listening. It was definitely not for her.

But she decided to give it one more go. After all, it couldn’t be called research if she didn’t listen to at least one more audio. She scrolled through the different categories until she found something that didn’t sound too horrible. She stayed away from anything with the words daddy, baby girl and kitten. She also scrolled past anything about pain, punishment and degradation.

And thank god she did. Because after a good ten minutes of scrolling, she found him.

Shadowsinger.

The man with a voice soft as velvet and dark as shadows. He made her body sing in ways she had never imagined possible. And she had no idea who he was, which was part of the thrill. He could be anyone. He could be an ugly dude living in his mother’s basement, though Elain doubted it. With a voice like that, she reasoned, he had to be hot. In her mind, he was definitely hot. In her mind, he looked like all the dark haired love interests she had read about in her romance novels.

After just listening to him for a minute, Elain knew that she would be paying for this app for quite some time.

And here she was, weeks later and still craving his sensual voice and dirty words. Elain had never imagined that she liked dirty talk, but god had she been wrong. When done right, it was the hottest thing imaginable.

And tonight, Elain really needed someone to just take the edge off so she could sleep.

Phone in hand, she made her way to her bedroom. She unbuttoned her jeans and slid them down her legs before getting under her duvet. She still felt too exposed to touch herself without being covered. She reached for her headphones on the nightstand and swiped on her phone until she found the app that she had strategically placed in a folder called “health and fitness”. Nobody would ever think that she hid her porn there.

In her favorites folder, there was only one name; Shadowsinger Audio.

She clicked on his name, which brought her to his library. So far, she had listened to eight of his works. She was a bit embarrassed when she thought about the fact that she regularly consumed porn, but she felt a bit better knowing that this man willingly posted his audios to this app. She found the audio she was looking for; one of his guided mastubation sessions. He had made quite a few and they were Elain’s favorites. She didn’t really like the ones that involved too much roleplay since they didn’t feel very authentic. Some of them were okay though, especially the ones with a good story.

This one was called “making my good girl feel good after a long day”, which was exactly what she needed.

She made herself comfortable in bed and pressed play.

“You’ve had quite the day today, haven’t you?” the smooth voice asked, sending tingles down her spine in an instant. She nodded, even though there was no one to see her respond to the question.

“I know. You really do work too much. Do you need me to make you feel better?”

She nodded again and put the phone down beside her.

“I wish I could be there with you,” he said. “I wish I could feel your soft skin, but since I’m so far away we will have to make do.”

Elain closed her eyes and tried to relax into his voice. Every single time, she was almost surprised by how it made her insides melt. His voice was like whiskey and honey, smokey and sweet all at the same time.

“First, I need you to undress for me. Can you do that?”

There was a pause and Elain reached for the hem of her top and pulled it off her body. Then she reached back and unclasped her bra. Her nipples were already hard. She was just about to undress fully when he said, “keep your panties on though. I want to see how wet we can make them before I let you touch yourself properly.”

Elain let out a little whine at the command. She felt silly yet aroused. This man could make her feel things no other man could. And he wasn’t even real. He was just someone who recorded porn for a living. It didn’t matter though. This was exactly what she needed.

“Good girl,” he purred. “You are so fucking beautiful.”

The praise sent shivers down her entire body. A soft ache had settled between her legs.

“Now, I want you to run your right hand up your stomach, over your ribs and just gently touch the outside of your breast.”

Elain did as she was told.

“I want you to softly caress your chest and then I want you to touch your breast with just your fingertips. But don’t touch your nipple yet.”

Elain let her fingers explore her soft skin. Slowly, she drew circles around her nipple, making sure not to touch it even though she ached to do so.

“Good. Now, do the exact same thing with your other hand.”

Breathing slowly, Elain let her left hand mirror her right hand. Her nipples were hard and aching, desperate to be touched.

“Fuck, you look so good like this. I bet you are so desperate for more right now. If I was there, I would straddle your hips and take one of your nipples in my mouth, letting my tongue play with it while my hand cupped your other breast. I bet you would taste so sweet. But since I’m not there, you will have to help me. I need you to slowly and gently touch those pretty nipples,”

Elain let out a breath and let her fingertips draw smaller and smaller circles until she could tug her nipples gently between her fingers. I felt so good. She imagined her handsome stranger straddling her, just like he said he would. In her imagination, he was faceless, but it didn’t matter. She just needed to imagine the weight of his body and his hands on her skin. She imagined that his hands would be bigger, rougher. She imagined his head on her chest, his warm mouth teasing her nipple. A small moan escaped her lips.

“Such a sweet girl for me,” he murmured, his voice even deeper than before. “That feels good, doesn’t it? Are you imagining me on top of you? Because I am thinking of having you underneath me. Pinning you down with my hips. You would be able to feel just how hard you make me.”

And yes, she was imagining just that.

“Now, let your hand travel lower. Caress your soft stomach. God, just thinking of how soft you feel is driving me crazy.”

Elain had never particularly liked her stomach. It was indeed soft, and she usually joked that you could tell that she liked pasta and cinnamon buns from just looking at her. But when this man told her that her softness was attractive, she believed him. She felt beautiful. She let her hands stroke down her sides and then across her stomach, just under her belly button.

“If I was there, I would kiss every inch of you. I would lick and bite and nip, unable to control myself. And I know you would like that. You would be begging me for more,” he chuckled. “Always so impatient. But I would take my time. I would make you beg.”

I whimper escaped her lips at those words. She would definitely beg this man for more if he was here. If he was real. She was already getting wet and they had just gotten started.

“You would be so desperate for me to kiss you, but I wouldn’t. I would want you all needy and wet. All worked up. Because that’s what you need, isn’t it? You need me to take your mind off everything else in your life.”

Elain nodded, mouthing the word, ‘yes’.

“You need me,” he growled. “Say it. Tell me how much you need me. How much you want this.”

Elain hesitated for a second, but then whispered, “I need you” into the darkness.

He chuckled again. “I know, sweetheart. So fucking needy.” She could hear him let out a long breath. “Now, I want you to stroke your hips and your thighs. Feel how soft you are. Imagine my strong hands touching you everywhere.”

Elain moved her hands over her hips, down to her thighs. She squeezed, imagining a pair of rough hands on her. She let her thumbs stroke the inside of her thighs. She was so warm, so hot. She knew that she was wet already.

As if he could read her mind, he asked, “you’re wet already, aren’t you? Always so wet and eager for me.”

And once again, Elain whimpered ‘yes’, as if he could hear her answer.

“You need to have your pussy touched, don’t you? You’re aching so badly.” There was a teasing tone to his voice that drove Elain mad. If he had been there with her, she would have told him to stop playing. To stop teasing her like this.

“Since I’m so nice, I’ll give you what you need.”

She almost wanted to thank him.

“You can use one finger and feel just how wet we have managed to get those pretty panties of yours.”

Elain almost snorted. Her panties were definitely not pretty. They were full coverage, gray cotton. And they said “Tuesday” even though it was most definitely Friday. But she didn’t think of her underwear for long because she had been given directions. Elain let her middle finger stroke between her thighs, feeling just how damp the fabric was. He was just about to move the finger up to where she needed it most when he said, “I didn’t tell you to touch your clit.”

Elain let out a frustrated groan but kept her finger over her entrance. Luckily, no one was here to witness the fact that she got even wetter when he told her off like that.

“I know,” he cooed, “I know that you want my fingers on you right there. You want my fingers and my mouth and my cock, don’t you? God, I wish I could taste you. I bet you taste as sweet as honey. I could stay between your legs all fucking day. Wouldn’t you like that? I bet you would.”

She could honestly not think of anything she wanted more right now.

“Fuck, those little whimpers you would make. Just thinking about it…” he growled. He actually growled and fuck if that didn’t make her oh so very wet.

“Are you wet, huh? Tell me how wet you are for me. Tell me what I’ve been able to do without even being there,”

‘So wet’ Elain mouthed. She was breathing quickly now. If he didn’t let her touch herself soon, she would just hit pause and take care of it on her own. But as always, he seemed to know exactly what she needed.

“Take your panties off now, sweetheart. I need to have access to all of you.”

Without missing a beat, Elain slid her underwear down her legs.

“Fuck, look at you. So fucking pretty for me,” he said, his voice smooth and rough at the same time. “Spread your legs for me, sweetheart. Show me exactly how wet you are. Show me where you so desperately want me to touch you.”

Without even thinking, Elain spread her legs under the covers. She was hot all over and aching for his touch. Or her own touch. Hell, she was just aching to have an orgasm at this point. Elain had placed her hands on her thighs again, not daring to touch herself before he told her to. He could obviously not see her, but there was just something so arousing about following his directions. It made her feel good.

Shadowsinger chuckled. “So wet. I know you want to be filled up. To be teased and tasted and fucked until you beg me to stop. Isn’t that right?”

Elain focused on his words, imagining her faceless stranger in bed with her. He wouldn’t be naked though. No, in her fantasies he was most often fully dressed. She didn’t know why, but there was something about that power dynamic that was extremely hot to her.

“Now, you can use one finger again and touch yourself, but not your clit. Not yet. You have to be patient for me, angel. Patience is always rewarded, you know that.”

Elain used her middle finger to part herself. God, she was wet and hot and horny and desperate. She circled her entrance while waiting for him to continue. There was a thrill in not knowing exactly what he would have her do next. Would she be allowed to finger herself? Would she be able to touch her clit anytime soon? Was there something she should do with her other hand while she fucked herself?

And as always, Shadowsinger had answers to all of her naughty questions. With a teasing tone, he murmured, “you want to push that finger inside, don’t you? You would like to imagine that it’s me touching you, filling you up.”

Elain could do nothing but nod, too lost in her own arousal to care about how silly it was that she responded to a pre-recorded audio.

“Go on, then. Push inside.”

Elain didn’t hesitate. She pushed one long finger into herself, moaning at the sensation. It was wonderful and not enough at the same time. She needed more.

“That feels good, doesn’t it? Go on, move it for me. Fuck that tight little pussy with your finger,” he ordered, and Elain obeyed. “It’s not enough, is it? You need more, hmm?”

Yes, yes, yes, Elain though. Please give me more.

“I know,” he cooed. “I know. You can use one more finger, but make sure not to come yet. Not that you would. You need even more than that to come, don’t you? Greedy girl.”

Again, Elain did just as he said, adding a second finger. In doing so, the heel of her palm grazed her clit and she had to really focus in order not to give in and just fuck herself fast and hard. Elain’s eyes were closed even though it was dark and in her mind, she could almost see Shadowsinger there with her - in her bed, next to her. His long fingers buried deep inside her while whispering all kinds of naughty praise in her ear.

On multiple occasions, she had thought to herself that if this man had a girlfriend, she was probably the happiest woman in the world. She must definitely be more than satisfied…

“There we go. You’re doing so well. My good girl.”

Elain shivered at the praise. Listening to him speak to her like that sent electricity through her entire body.

“But you still need more. You’ve had such a shitty day and you need me to make you feel good. I know that I’m teasing you, but your mind is exactly where I want it. The only thing you can think of right now is how good this feels. You are just waiting for me to tell you what to do next, isn’t that right? You need me to tell you. You need to give up control. You need me to own your body, if only for tonight. And that’s exactly what I am doing. Owning you. Teasing you. Telling you what to do and what not to do. I might even be driving you mad since I am taking my time doing so,” he murmured.

Elain bit her lip. She both hated and loved that he knew what she was thinking. What she was feeling. How on earth could he do that?

“Okay, now take your other hand and move it to your lips. I want you to take two fingers into your mouth.” Elain hesitated for a moment. She had never sucked on her own fingers unless it was to lick something away - like ice cream or chocolate. But she trusted him, and to be honest, if she didn’t like it she could just stop. Nobody would know. So she took her middle and ring finger into her mouth, sucking on them experimentally. It didn’t feel wrong, exactly. But she didn’t understand why she was doing it either.

That is, until he spoke again. “Good girl. Fuck, you look so good like that. Do you know how often I imagine you like this, all naked and needy and with your mouth full?”

Elain blushed at the words.

“God, if I was there, I would fuck that pretty little mouth while you touched yourself. You’d like that, wouldn’t you? You always had such an oral fixation,” he chuckled. “I want you to imagine me doing just that. I want you to close your eyes and think about me putting my big cock between your lips, fucking you, using you.”

Elain’s eyes rolled back in her head at those words. And when he let out that low, sensual growl again, she moaned around her finger. She was imagining him standing next to the bed now. She had turned her head, just as she would have if he was really there. She was imagining him thrusting into her mouth, filling her so completely.

She almost came from just thinking about it.

“Okay, I think it’s time to put you out of your misery. Now, I want you to press the heel of your palm to your clit.”

Elain did as ordered and gasped at the sensation. God, she wouldn’t last much longer.

“Good thing you have your mouth full, or else your neighbors would hear just how much you are enjoying this,” he teased. “Go ahead and fuck yourself. Do exactly what you need to get closer, but don’t come. You are not allowed to come until I tell you to.”

Elain kept her fingers in her mouth as she started to fuck her own hand. She was moving her hips, getting the friction she so desperately needed. Her mind was completely blank. The only thing she thought about was waiting for his next words. Right now, his words were like a religion and Elain had most definitely joined the cult.

“Okay, angel. I’ll count down from ten, and when I reach one, you can come.”

She rolled her eyes in frustration and slowed down her movements. She would have to make it to ten. She just had to. Nobody would know if she didn’t, but it wouldn’t be as satisfying. And she wouldn’t deserve the praise at the end if she came sooner, so she made sure to concentrate and keep herself on the edge for a while longer.

“10, 9, 8, you’re doing so well. Just a little bit longer,” he said, but Elain barely heard him. She was too lost in her pleasure to pay much attention right now.

“7, 6, 5, there we go. Such a good fucking girl.”

Elain wondered why he waited a small eternity between every single number. He must be a freaking sadist, she thought.

“4, 3, 2 almost there, sweetheart. I know you’re close now, aren’t you? So fucking close.”

And Elain was close. She was so fucking close. In her mind, she was laying naked on her bed, fucking her hand while this handsome stranger was fucking her mouth. He was dressed in black and had only unbuttoned his trousers in order to give her his cock. And that mental picture was what tipped her over the edge.

Just as he said, “One. That’s it. You can come now. Come for me,” Elain came. She came hard, moaning around the fingers in her mouth. His voice was drowned out by the rushing in her ears for a few seconds, and when she came back down again, she was happy to realize that he was still there. Or well, his voice was.

Elain took her fingers out of her mouth and relaxed into the bed. She kept her palm pressed to her heat as she came down from the orgasm.

“Such a good girl. Are you feeling better?”

Elain nodded, too lost to pleasure to do anything else.

“Good. You know I always want to make you feel good. If you need me again, don’t hesitate to call.”

And with that, he was gone. And she was alone again. Alone, tired and satisfied.

All thanks to Shadowsinger. Whoever he was.

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sandt22 · 3 years ago

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We've been working on our pervasive game in Mathallen. I'm excited to see where this is going! Regardless, this is our progress so far!

Game mechanics

We've tried to keep the game mechanics fairly simple throughout the project. But the main idea from the beginning has been to use the smartphone's camera function, either to complete photo challenges or to "hunt" each other in an elaborate game of tag.

Our pervasive game primarily has two layers: First, the players walk around Mathallen searching for the image clues, and take a picture of the clue once discovered.

It's been challenging to playtest since we're unable to make a real working app to make the gameplay flow more easily, and had to rely on messaging apps like Messenger.

This is in attempt to shift the focus a little bit away from the PVP aspect, and onto the more mundane aspect of collecting images, which the majority of life in the film is about: Working. This shift will also hopefully help with the general issue with assassination games like Killer, which is that the best strategy to win the game is to simply hide. The collecting task also encourages players to not hide, which will increase player interactions and duels.

We've also decided that the gameplay should focus around taking selfies, in order to make sniping more challenging. Furthermore we're a bit on the fence about zooming, though we think that a little zooming is allowed.

When it comes to PVP faceoffs, any selfie with the target counts, as long as the target is recognizable in the image.

The score is settled once the game ends, when all the players gather to judge which images count as a point. Each image task should count as 1 point, while each snipe should count as -1 point to the target.

Because we wanted to host the game in a crowded space, we wanted to use something less tangible than a toy weapon which is common in campus' assassin's guilds, and we settled on the smartphone camera. We wanted to do this, in order to not disturb strangers who are not aware of the game taking place, which could in the worst case lead to the players accidentally damaging property or being thrown out of the building. The idea of the camera as a weapon was inspired by the video game Fatal Frame.

Spatial design

In terms of spatial design, we always knew we wanted to host the game in a crowded environment. A crowd will allow the players to blend in with the environments easier, and move around incognito. This mechanic is inspired by the Ubisoft video game Assassin's Creed (AC2), which in turn may be inspired by real psychology or illusions where pickpockets and magician's tricks use sleight-of-hand to steal an item without the target noticing through the art of misdirection, or what spies do when tailing or being tailed by somebody by using disguises.

We also considered staging our predefined game in Karl Johan, because this street is infamously crowded most of the time, but had to abandon the idea because the site was a little further than a 10 min walk away from the university building. We settled for the next best spot, Mathallen, which is probably the most crowded spot within a 10 min radius of AHO. Ideally, we would host the game at IKEA however, where players can hide in the different furniture exhibitions and blend in with the crowd. What these different sites have in common is their floor plan's maze like layout or structure, with plenty of distractions at every corner whether that'd be signs or mundane activities, with small pockets of space to hide in, whether that'd be shops or exhibitions.

From the beginning we also decided that the playground should not be too big, so that the players simply hide throughout the entire game, but not so small that the players cannot slip away without being noticed all the time.

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Sound design

Because this is an assassination-style game, we've wanted to keep the sounds coming from the app to a minimum, to allow the player to blend into their surroundings more naturally and allow them to avoid detection. Instead the focus of the sounds comes from the actual real life environments, such as the bustling of the crowd, clinging and clanging of cooking utensils, and strangers dining and wandering.

If we could make an actual app, we considered adding an alarm sound warning the player that he is leaving the defined playground.

Adaptability

For this prototype, the image targets are pre-defined by us (the game designers), but an idea has also been to allow the players to collectively decide the size of the playground and image targets themselves. For instance, before the game begins, the players could each be tasked to photograph around 3-5 images, which will be sent to the other players. They would also be able to define the size of the playground by discussing amongst themselves, in the same manner that kids design their own child-initiated "games" in the playground or when they play around in general.

Individual player's journey

We begin the game by explaining the rules to the players, before letting them loose for up to 15 minutes, collecting and assassinating each other.

Multiplayer interactions

Linear progression

Affiliates

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imagines-to-quench-thirst · 5 years ago

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Dating a tattoo artist

Imagine: being a tattoo artist and your boyfriend being part of it

This was a fun idea I had. I hope you like it. Enjoy ❤️

Victor Creed

-he is here for it

-since his loooooonnnnggg life is well long he loves to tells stories of tattoo artists he met Japan, Brazil, New York, New Zeland...

-and you can bet that he will have the most elaborate tattoo you can think of since he said so

'You want a tattoo? From me?'

'Yes, I trust you.'

'That's the problem, Vic, you could end up with a dolphin tattoo on your arm.'

'.... Well... I still trust you?'

-after that, he was a little bug just to be on your good side which you took full advantage of

Being on top, commanding him? Sure

Handing you the remote even though it's next to you? Of course

Helping you choose an outfit even though you are indecisive and he has a short fuse? Hell yeah.

-when the day came you tattooed him a small quote that described him

"Tough times never last but tough people do"

(Robert H. Shuller)

'I love it. Thank you kitten.'

Loki Laufeyson

-Since he was in the cell for most of his life (in my universe that's the worst thing happening for him, he didn't die nor his mother) he doesn't know what a tattoo artist is he thinks that's an alternative art form he is supportive

-after you talk to him describing the definition of tattoos and the art behind it he is very much perplexed

'So mortals pay you to pierce their skin with black ink to paint...something????'

'Tattoo something on their skin and yes.'

'With pain in mind?????'

'Yes, and it looks awesome.'

-when he heard the story of your tattoo shop he decided to tag along to see the magic

-he saw how men and women tattooed others while they squirmed in their seats he chuckled at the sight of it

'Darling you could have told me.'

'What?'

'You torture people with the needle machines and coax them into paying you. Brilliant.'

'Suree~~~~'

-he stayed with you to help you with the pain giving without a medical license

'I'm a God. I'm above it.'

'No one is above the Inspection.'

Thor Odinson

-since his depression and weight gain he is very much informed of the world of MTV tattoo show "How far is tattoo far?"

-so he very much thinks that tattoos are a stamp of disgrace

-and keeping that in mind he is frazzled why are you doing a job like that

'You are a shame barer?'

'Shame-what...? Thor! I'm not. The show is a disgrace to the tattoo world.'

'Shame~~barer~~~'

'Just come with me and spend one day and see it for yourself.'

-Thor is reluctant much to his words but still, you sat him down in the waiting lobby he chats up the customers a.k.a big muscular dudes that are already tattooed from the neck down

'So... what is your shame? What horrible deed have you done to come here?'

'Excuse me!?'

'You must be here to condemn your shame by immortalizing it with a flesh sticker.'

-at this point, the muscle dude stood up ready to attack Thor but you intervene quickly

'Marc, stop!'

-the man turned around hiding his tight fist behind his back

'Y/n, already done? That's fast.'

'Marc, you know that you were released 7 months ago and you are still on parole. Come on. Stop it.'

'He insulted me and-and my tattoos. Your tattoos. You know how am about your work.'

-Thor hears that as stands up grabbing Marc's arm examining the tattoos in amazement

'My darling, I want that felsh sticker as he has.'

'.......... Sure........ Wait here. Let's go, Marc. I need to vent.'

Steve Rogers

-Steve knows what tattoos are since he has seen the stick and poke of his fellow soldiers but never a photorealistic tattoo in your portfolio

-he is very much intrigued how you made that look like a real person on someone's skin knowing very well there is no eraser

-loves to ask how do you achieve such colors that simply jump out or how you make a fabric that of a shirt or some patterns, he is armed with questions

-and since he is an art wizard himself he loves to have a painting duel with you, you paint on his skin with watercolors and he paints on the canvas

-that's one of his favorite moments

'What did you draw?'

'A dolphin kissing a penguin.'

'What?!'

'Just kidding I painted the building in Brooklyn where you lived.'

'Did I tell you how much I love you?'

Bucky Barnes

-this man thrives to see you fulfill your dream and passion

-especially when he picks you up, he parks the car exiting it and walking in seeing you talk to your employees and customers exchanging stories and laughs even though in the near distance is the buzzing sounds of the machine guns

-you see him and grab his hand giving him a peck on his lips as a cheeky grin is stuck on his face

-as you talk about your day he always asks the question

'Were there any wusses?'

-alluding to men who cried out form the stinging pain, eventually tapping out to take a break

'Yes, a big dude Marc. Ordered a neck tattoo with details. Tapped out in 15 minutes.'

'I knew it!'

-he enjoys in the hilarious stories you can make up... I mean tell

Bruce Wayne

-you already know the drill he has money he will give it to you but politely delined

-he tried to help with purest of heart but still, the answer was no

-he loved to see your shop filled with many customers as he walked incognito, sunglasses and a cap saying he wasn't a private appointment with the head tattooer

-Let's just say you were pretty much in tears of laughter as he reveled his face

'At least you tried, Bruce.'

-he loves to talk about tattoos and the process of healing if it's on top of a scar

-you are hooked on the conversation and even make him some sketches

'A huge dragon on your back with black and gold lining.'

'Okay but how about initials of my parents?'

'That sounds... Better much much better.'

-so the day of his tattooing comes you tattoo in his inner arm putting the letter T. & M. W.

'Thank you Princess.'

Clark Kent

-Clark loves to see the vast tattoos so much that he wants one but he knows that his body will "absorb" the tattoo too fast making it disappear in a few months maybe weeks

-but still, he loves to see how your gaze is sharp focused on the tattooing even when HE walks that is how much you are focused

'Alrighty, Marc you are done.'

'Thanks, Y/n, you are the best.'

-Clark also loves to hear the influx of comments of your artistry even if he's a little jealous

-he loves to see just how much you are happier to follow this insane passion

'You are an inspiration Y/n.'

'Why?'

'Because... You just are.'

Arthur Curry

-you already know that Fishman is tatted to perfection and he is here for a tattoo lover as well

-if you ever have someone asking for a Maori style tattoo Arthur will be a fair judge, that's what he says

Case#1

'Why do you want a Maori tattoo?'

'Um, sir beca-'

'It's Mr. Aquaman. Continue.'

'Oh, sorry. Mr. Aquaman, I want it because I find them cool.'

'Just cool? Do you think that the abundant culture of Maori people is cool? Go home boy.

Case #2

'You want a Ta Moko? Do you what that is?'

'Sur-sure, it's a tattoo of the Maori people.'

'Ufff... Do you know how much of a meaning Ta Moko carries? Why don't you go to the Yakuzas and get a tebori.'

'They would kill me.'

'Of course, and I'll whoop your uncultured ass with my two hands.'

-you turned to the now pale boy

'Run.'

-the man ran like the wind as the Aquaman caught him easily giving him a cultural lesson of Ta Moko

Orm Marius

-he kinda has a small soft spot for tattoos especially those with a loving meaning lover, family...

-and he likes to "inform himself" about it so he asks a ton of questions even asking what kind of tattoo would suit him

'I think a small red tattoo would suit your taste.'

'I like the tattoos who can hold audios.'

-with that sentence, he left you frazzled as you google and got the special ink kit gifting it to Orm as a present for being a nice guy and not killing anyone

-he immediately records his audio in secrecy and handing you the ink

-after you tattoo the ink you hand him your phone with the app to scan the audio

'Hey, Orm. I'm just reminding you that I love you. So much. It's Y/n if you forget... Somehow.'

-later that day you doused him with kisses

Joker

-that man oozes with tattoos *cough*damaged*cough*

-and you can bet that he wants more of them he brings into your home the whole tattoo parlor just so he can have a private session with sex mixed in

-you gladly tattoo him patching up some of his tattoos he has outgrown them

'Why did you tattoo Kick Me on your back?'

'I won a bet.'

'Are you sure you won?'

'For sake of this question I did.'

-you cover the kick me tattoo with a large red dragon with green eyes

-he stands up looking at the tattoo in the mirror

'Sweets, you just got a huge tip.'

Duncan Vizla

-for him, tattoo nowadays are dumb in his time tattoos were means of solidarity with people who are bounded by the same ink and gun

-but keeps his mouth shut about it not to offend your dream even if it's tattooing dancing hotdogs

-he loves to pass your parlor when he finishes grocery shopping just to see you in action

-he loves to arrive at the parlor if you are doing a night shift just to keep you safe and in good company

-he loves to bring you lunch and watch you eat it with such content and happiness

-it melts his heart and just wants to make you more food

-but as he is present for the good he is here for the bad

-if he is somewhere anywhere you just need to call him and he is there in a minute be it a drunken person not wanting to exit or an aggressive man trying to grope someone in the shop

-he is ready to kill them if you say so

'You okay sweetheart?'

'Um-yeah...Thank you Donut.'

'Nonsense. That's my duty.'

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thank you to taylor @blessedbucky, mia @theamericanfalcon, liz @marvelous-mr-stark, raechel, shayla, lauren, courtney, em and tina for allowing me to write this content as well as my beta reader kat @angel-fire! love you all!

read the full synopsis and excerpt // read chapters snippets here.

o. in which you accidentally send your nudes to your brothers’ best friend. (includes reader’s pov, bucky’s pov, mentions of sexting.)

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Initially, taking the photos—exposing yourself in such an intimate state to another—you were hesitant. It wasn’t the possible repercussions, i.e. revenge porn, that gave you pause but more-so an insecurity in your own body. Having never done something like this before, you briefly dithered between whether you should or not.

Ultimately, however, you do. The guy had spent money on you, went through the trouble of finding something you’d like and shipped it discreetly. And when you slip the racy number on, your insecurities wash away and leave excitement in its wake. Everything about it you love, and it has you preening in a solo photo shoot you’re eager to show off.

After a good time of selfie shutters bulking your phone’s storage—positions of you scantily-clad standing, sitting, a cross of both—you finally relent. There’s too many pictures to pick from, but you do. Three poses that optimize the best aspects of the outfit and that you think he’ll like the best have you buzzing in anticipation of his reaction.

Giddy, you tap them directly on the album app and click the share button; you input the letter B in the ‘To:’ slot. Since there’s only two contact names under that letter, his name shows up immediately, the first with the nickname Bucky beneath it. You gloss over that and in quick succession, you quickly hit the contact and press send.

For a split second, you’re proud: you’ve taken this e-relationship to the next level like he wanted, and he’ll be happy with you. Then it hits you like a brick through glass. A replay of your actions travel to your brain, and you belatedly realize what your eyes saw—your thumb smearing too low on the screen, so instead of Brock as the recipient, it’s Bucky.

“No, no, no!” you whisper as your heart hurtles like a jackhammer stuck in your rib cage.

A part of you insists it’s your paranoia playing tricks on you, and that’s a valid rationale because this whole thing does worry you about getting caught. Except, upon checking its legitimacy, you confirm what you accidentally did. There’s no mistaking it, now, because with your brightness turned up full, your partially nude figure stares you in the face underneath of a thread between you and your brothers’ best friend.

James Bucky Barnes—the man who’s nicknamed you bambi because the numerous times he’s seen you face-plant over your own footing, the twenty-four year old who still ruffles your hair when he greets you, the soon-to-be business owner who dates certified models—has a trio of your attempts to be seductive; bottom lined with text you hope comes off likewise seductive.

Mortification swallows you. Your skin burns hotter and hotter by the second. Sure, you’ve embarrassed yourself before: you fall a lot, and you’re awkward conversationalist. But never something of this magnitude, not something that makes you seem so desperate and pathetic.

You can imagine him opening the messages. He’d immediately assume, understandably, it’s a come-on; a girl trying to be a woman’s failed goal to enthrall a man like him, his best friend’s kid sister’s pitiful effort to be anything other than just that. As if you could ever measure up to the types of women he dates.

And, yes, there’s been a time where you had a crush on him. But it’s not your fault when he looks like how he does, a rugged example of masculine sex appeal, and treating you the way he does, teasing but with a twist of kindness, and the fact that he’s the only non-blood related man allowed near you.

But that time has passed. Even then, you knew the one-sided attraction was delusional to have. You were—still are—so sure about it that you never even dared to fantasize about him and the rumors that used to trek behind him about his sexual escapades. There’s no hidden desire to be with him, and that worsens it because it’s not like you’d feel any relief in knowing his reaction. You don’t care about his reaction in the first place!

Now, no matter how much you will insist it’s an accident, there will always be a dubiousness about it. With how close your families are, things are going to be tense. Because there’s no forgetting he’s viewed you like that, and there’s photo evidence of it.

It hits you then. The extremity of your fuckup douses you in ice, and your muscles freeze because you register that since he knows about your family borderline patriarchal values concerning you, he has to tell them you’re taking nudes, and it will be over for you.

It has taken you twenty years of your life to finally venture outside what your family has allowed, to sate your curiosity of what exactly your fathers and older siblings have kept so strictly from you: sex and all the goodness it entails.

It has taken you an additional six months to explore in-depth and build the courage to start something tangible, to wander the depraved side of the internet where strangers did things to each other that made you want to do things with someone of your own: stirring foreign but oh-so amazing feelings in your nether regions.

For twenty-six weeks you carefully treaded across in order to ensure your family had no clue what you’re doing, clearing your web history and using incognito mode, all your accounts anonymous, keeping your notifications on silent in case anyone becomes suspicious of who’s continuously contacting you.

One hundred and eighty-two days later—in the middle of which you started your sex-based communication—of preparing to lose your virginity, your family will find out what you’ve been up to, and your life will be hell.

Everything has been going so perfectly. You found a guy enough distance away he isn't affected by your family’s influence, middle-aged so he’s experience and doesn’t mind handling a virgin, and is willing to drive an hour to meet you at a specified hotel when the time comes.

All that hard work down the drain.

You toss your phone and jump to your feet. Panicked, your bare feet pad back and forth on your rug-covered wood floors. Your teeth gnaw at your thumbnail as different scenarios of how everything will transpire flit through your head. Each one is more terrible than the last, and your anxiety heightens.

Somewhere in your disquietude, it occurs to you. Your brothers are downstairs and so is Bucky, but it’s ten o’clock at night, and that means they’re gaming. That particular activity coined a rule that all players have to stow their phones in the guest room. The specifics are blurry but it was something about Bucky interrupting the session due to excessive texts.

It’s an opportunity. A chance that you can creep downstairs, swipe his phone and delete your mistake—hell, you’ll break his phone if you need to—before he’s any the wiser.

“And—” Bucky Barnes drawls out the vowel as the rough-textured ball hurls through the air and swishes sharply into the hoop. “—nothin’ but net.” He relaxes from the perfected basketball follow-through stance, hands dropping to his sides, while he regards his old friend with a cocky smile. “Beat that, Rogers.”

Steve snorts and catches the ball when it bounces onto the concrete. Palming it in one hand, he dribbles it twice and trades positions so instead of being stationed next to the hoop, he’s descended to the driveway curb where the established three-pointer line is.

“You still got it, Barnes,” the blond admits, loosening his shoulders and spreading his footing to be a width apart. His right hand balances the ball from below, elbow tucked underneath, while the left splays against the side as his knees bend, and he springs up. With a practiced flick of his wrist, he releases the orange sphere at the top of his jump. It catapults in a flawless arc and drops through criss-crossed netting with a similar swish. His lips curve with satisfaction as he adds, “But, so do I.”

Bucky laughs and seizes the ball as it falls free. “Callum and Henry have no idea they’re going to get obliterated,” he says, coming to slap his palm in an affable embrace. “Fair warning, they’re still as sore losers as they were five years ago so be prepared for that.”

Steve Rogers chuckles. The former fourth to their high school cliquè, he’s aware of just how bad sports they are.

After graduation, he left out-of-state to pursue a degree in technological engineering, which he acquired last month in May, prompting his return back to New York. Between the four of them, Bucky and Steve are the level headed ones so he’s glad to have the support to handle the wild children his childhood best friends are.

“Speaking of,” Steve starts, dirty blond eyebrows knitting as he glances around the neighborhood’s cul-de-sac. “Where are they? I thought Henry was supposed to be waking up Callum? If we aren’t starting yet, then can I get my phone back?”

Bucky clicks his teeth. “Yeah. They’re probably stuffing their faces right now. Their sister went grocery shopping and got a cake so. . .” He waves his hand in gesture before continuing in vehement passion on the second point, “The whole phone thing is bullshit, though. I miss a few winning shots ‘cause I was busy with some pretty little thing texting me, and now there’s a ‘no technology rule’.” He scoffs and folds his arms.

Now that he thinks about it, he could totally have his phone right now. And he’s more interested in having it than usual. There’s this girl he’s been seeing frequently at local parties—six feet tall with gorgeous brown skin, always done up in intricate eye makeup, silver tongued (he’s very interested in her tongue) when she speaks—and he’s finally gotten her number. She could be texting him, and he doesn’t even know it!

“You know, yeah, we should get our phones back if those assholes want to take all day,” Bucky decides, agreeing with steps toward the closed storm door, but opened front door until he hears the inquiry:

“How is Y/N, anyway?” Steve’s voice is genuinely and harmlessly curious behind him, and he stops in his tracks because Bucky remembers the poorly hid crush he harbored for you. “I saw her instagram the other day, and she must be quite the heartbreaker.”

Spinning around to face him, Bucky lifts a brow. “Huh?” Then he processes the implication that you’re out dating and such. The mere prospect has him surprising laughter.

With their dad and his girlfriend on a tour of the world, the three of them are the only ones in the household. Given you’re the baby of your siblings, despite being an independent twenty-year-old, your older brothers have taken it upon themselves to ensure you focus solely on school work. Callum and Henry know exactly how to threaten their message across that you are not to be bothered, and anyone who tries will end up battered and bruised.

He shakes his head. “Nah. She’s not with anyone, hasn’t been ever,” he tells him. “If you thought Callum and Henry were overprotective back then, you should see them now.”

Gunmetal blue eyes blink surprised at him, and there’s a faint battle between delight and disappointment. “Really?” He shoves his hands in his sweats and falters somewhat. “It’s gotta be hard considering the way she has grown up,” he says but Bucky’s face scrunches in confusion. “You can’t tell me you don’t see how cute she is.” Before he can respond, Steve adds, “Obviously I wouldn’t ever see or be with her in that way—I wouldn’t betray Callum or Henry like that—but objectively, you can admit she’s gorgeous, right?”

Bucky has to take a moment and genuinely consider it—consider you—because he hasn’t before. (Other than noticing the genetic similarities to Callum, who shares your eye and hair color but is a shade lighter than you, and Henry, who shares your complexion and eye color, but his hair is darker than yours.)

There’s no denying your looks are better than most: the structure of your face works beautifully, dazzling eyes framed by your lashes and occasionally accentuated by mascara, lips usually adorned in gloss or anything that keeps them hydrated which could be described as alluring, and your hair is almost always done, sometimes switched up in style. But there’s an inherent innocence there, a sweet and clumsy awkwardness, and maybe because he’s watched you grow up, four years your senior, but it just doesn’t do it for him.

You’re his best friends’ baby sister, for God’s sake. He’d never at you like that in the first place. Especially not when he’s been aware, in the past, you harbored a schoolgirl crush on him. It was painfully obvious, to your chagrin, but he found it adorable—flattering but unsurprising considering girls flock to him like seagulls to boardwalk french fries.

Currently, he’s sure you know he won’t ever pick you—under principle, under the lack of attraction. Other than pleasant smiles and occasional small talk mixed with teasing, you don’t gaze at him with starry eyes anymore, at least it’s waned significantly as you matured.

Back to the question: “Uh, no, not really. Even if Callum and Henry didn’t care, I don’t think I’d be attracted to her,” he answers truthfully. Your purity doesn’t provoke his sexual attraction although it does invoke a duty of protectiveness. “She just isn’t my type.”

Steve arches a brow, a surprised playfulness in his expression. “Oh? Then what is your type, then?” he asks, nudging him with his elbow. ‘Cause from what I remember you’re up for anyone and everyone.”

“That makes me sound like a whore,” he feigns offense but digresses into a fit of chuckles as he thinks back to all his various sex-capades and Steve flashes him a look that says aren’t you? “Yeah.” He nods with a prideful chortle. “But I’m into more frisky girls, y’know? Ones who’ve been everywhere and done everything. They’re brass and loud and just do whatever the fuck they want. I like to be one of those things.”

Behind him, his best friend, Callum’s orotund voice rings out between the pressurized shh of the storm door, “Buck’s into slutty girls, Steve.”

He cringes at the diction. “Don’t call ‘em slutty. Sounds degrading when you guys say it like that.” Most of the time, he agrees with him—and his brother—but when it comes to women, there’s usually a dissent and a need for correction. “But yeah. I prefer girls with experience,” he declares strongly. “They don’t get attached like girls with... less experience do.”

Callum rolls his eyes, bounding down the porch stairs to the recently pressure-washed driveway, and he plucks the basketball out of his hands. “Here we go again. Bucky and his ‘I hate virgin’s’ campaign,” he mocks, shaking his head. “Doesn’t make any sense to me ‘cause everyone knows virgins are the tightest.”

This time, Bucky is the one to roll his eyes. “Well, that doesn’t make any sense considering tightness isn’t dependent upon whether it’s their first time ‘cause, y’know, vaginas stretch, you morons.” Sometimes he has no clue how Callum passed sex education (then he remembers that he bribed the health teacher). “Meaning a girl can have sex, then after a period of time, her virgin ‘tightness’ eventually returns. The only reason virgins may seem tighter is because they’re usually nervous.”

The look on Callum’s face says that what he just said went right over his head. “Whatever.” He shrugs and starts dribbling the ball half-heartedly. “I just know the woman I end up with better be a virgin.”

“Right!” Henry’s likewise orotund voice, a pitch higher, speaks after he pushes through the glass door. He presses to the court-slash-driveway, wiping icing off his mouth. “That’s marriage material. I’m not fucking around in a relationship with no woman that’s been fucked already, y’know?”

Bucky’s eye twitches, jaw locking for a millisecond. “But you guys aren’t even virgins yourself,” he points out their hypocrisy. When they look at him to rebuttal, he automatically knows it’s going to run his blood pressure up and it’s not worth it. “You know, I’m gonna go to the bathroom. You guys have fun with your conversation.”

Swiftly, he whirls around and heads for inside. The last thing he hears is Steve’s ambivalent, “I get the appeal of virgins. But you know, I don’t think it really matters. I think it just matters if you’re into them, and if they’re into you. I wouldn’t care either way but. . .”

The air conditioned air greets him coldly, and he revels in it. The June sun is killer, though perfect weather for playing a game outside, and the chill dries the sweat beaded on his forehead. He pads down the foyer, turns the corner to the bathroom and enters to take a much needed leak.

Bucky has so much brotherly love for your brothers: neighbors since being in diapers, his mother the female figure in their life, and becoming and remaining best friends for over twenty years. There’s only one thing that grates his nerves when it comes to them and that’s their view of women is somewhat skewed. Sometimes—most of the time—went the topic comes up, he’s always one second away from throttling them.

Hopefully after he pisses, they’ll be talking about something else, and finally they all can play basketball. It.

Flushing the toilet, he goes onto wash his hands. He lathers up in orange antibacterial soap and rinses the suds off with hot water. There isn’t a towel, at least not a clean one, so instead he just lets the remaining droplets drip onto the floor.

Emerging from the bathroom, James pauses and absentmindedly wipes his hands dry on his mesh-polyester shorts. His attention automatically draws to the guest room’s closed door adjacent to his position. A decision strikes him, and he steps forward and casts a curious glance down the corner.

When boisterous and distracted laughter filters through the front door and down the empty corridor, it springs him into action. He figures there’s no harm in checking his phone while he’s here. He’d been especially resistant to giving it away because he’s engaged in a particularly stimulating conversation with a particularly titillating woman—popular in her own right, he can’t afford to miss his shot with her.

His fingers turn the knob, and he shoulders through. The furniture is decorated and accented in yellow and white, condition otherwise pristine, save for the phones littered across the king-sized poster bed’s fluffy duvet. He strides across gleaming light oak floors and hones in on the only golden-colored, rubbed encased titanium.

As he grips it, long digits curling around the back, pinkie supporting the bottom, thumb tapping the screen to life, he can hear the dwindling of high-spirited jesting through the en-suite’s rectangular horizontal slider window; a wondering of where he’s gone has him speeding up.

Although he’d been gone for under an hour, his screen is bright with various notifications, social media accounts and text messages. He ignores the former and searches for the latter, specifically the contact, Val 😛💦. Scrolling quickly, he comes to a stop but not because of his original intent.

His head cocks, and he knits his brows when he sees your name instead; formally nicknamed, bambi, due to your penchant for clumsiness and general fragility. You don’t text him—except for that one time you needed to be picked up from the library—and considering you know he’s just outside, his baffled curiosity is further spurred.

With a sideways swipe of his thumb, your thread enlarges on the high-definition display. He isn’t sure what he expected, but this? Oh, this, definitely is not it. His eyes widen as the content loads, and reveals you, in all your half-naked glory.

“Shit,” he breathes out raggedly, blinking multiple times because he has to be seeing things. But, nope, it’s still you—looking like that, wearing that. “Oh, fuck, fuck, fuck.”

Your brothers are beginning to call his name, demanding his attendance, and he froze in shock, unable to tear his stare away from the girl who’s tripped over her own feet more times than he can count; the wallflower who spends all her time studying in her room; the forbidden fruit who’s innocent has always stirred a vigilant feeling inside him—now stirring something hard between his thighs because there you are.

Like always, your hair is done prettily, wispy-lashed eyes big and inviting, a saucy pout to your glossed lips. Your flawless complexion seems to glow in the reflection of the mirror, and he doesn’t know if it’s because of the warm lighting, or if it’s the confidence you exude in your faux-innocent expression from where something so sinfully sexy.

Three photos, and every single one is like a punch in the gut; displaying your usually hoodie-hidden figure in its bare, exquisite form. The skimpy white two-piece caresses your breasts in a lace halter top, leaving a teasing amount of cleavage. Your navel exposed, he becomes aware of how soft your skin would be. Moving lower, your untouched flower is wrapped in a thin thong with a bow on the center of the waistband.

A million things flit through his head; a million disgusting things he never thought he’d think about you.

The main one is every sort of attraction these snapshots arouse. A laser slices down his center and sears him to the core. The multiple poses calls every hungry part of him to attention, the curve of your breasts, the contours of your hips and the jut of your ass. And he shoves to the darkest recess in his mind because that’s just an innate reaction to lingerie. (Right? Right.)

He combats your images with that of Val: knows-what-she’s-doing and equally promiscuous as him Val. The anthropology major who downs beers within seconds and tongue kisses the first person she sees afterwards.

The next is the one he focuses on, that you would take these and send them to him—as if he’d betray your brothers like that. Second-hand embarrassment strikes him because he knows if you’ll send something as risky as this, he’ll have to formally reject you and break your unreciprocated pining heart.

He grimaces at the thought. This is why he doesn’t do virgins and the less experienced in general. The inherent strings are a killer, and he resents the drama; and it’d be ten times worse with you because of the added complications of your siblings.

In fact, he hears something beyond him, coming down the hallway, and it’s probably them, but he can’t stop rereading your text accompanying the photos, partially imagining how it’d sound in your delicate voice:

bambi (4:21PM): is this as pretty as you imagined? did i do good? just tell me what you want, and ill do it. i want you. soon, please - and yes, ill beg. i promise itll sound even better in person.

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