"he's sexually vulnerable" I'M SORRY???
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"he's sexually vulnerable" I'M SORRY???
watching dune part 2. they should let ausbut do more weird shit
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It’s embarrassing, naked desire, and Callum has known this to be true all of his life. Never drop your own lore, you cant share yourself and not expect to loose. Being known is ugly. He’s an actor, he knows this, the crusade of sharing yourself with the world never fucking ends and it is destined to fail— a spiritual rack and psychological stalemate. To be what he is, is to float aimless in the ether of every dream and fear he’s ever had, to toil in the guck of desire and despair in the poisonous hope that some day someone, something, some new wave of unprecedented good luck would pluck him out of millions and launch him into the stratosphere. He should be at the pub.
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Bucky thinks he’s pissed himself and it feels like someone is twisting a screw into a tender point in the crown of his head out the hollow just above his right eye. He’s mostly dressed mostly— spots a shoe over by the door of the room floor he’s been smeared onto, oddly missing a lace. There are several buttons missing from his new silk shirt — he liked those, the shirt was the only part of the outfit he really got any say in and the buttons were what drew him to it— and the rest done up haphazardly. His shorts are on back to front and chafing where they’re bunching up, a couple newer cigarette burns he didn’t have the night before.
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Marion is asleep, her long blonde hair splayed out across the mattress— one of her pillows having made its way by her feet, the other behind her head instead of under it. There’s the familiar smell of jasmine and vervain on the air, fighting for dominance against the thick tang of antiseptic soap gale knows well, all the whores use it here. His mothers covers are mangled, half way trailing off the bed over her thighs and the other half twisted between her arms over her bosom where she’s gripping them.
"Maman" he says and there’s skin warmed steel pressed against his throat, her eyes open but remain completely blank “Maman” he says again, even quieter.
"Gale," and she's dragging him down for a hug, her skin is hot and clammy like his was minutes ago "I was dreaming."
"Somethings happening,” he whispers, his nose presseing into the side of her throat, “I was dreaming too”
ooh 👼 or 🚬 (or both!) please! so excited for those <3
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“You really like that?” he says, and it’s quiet, choked out almost. Sad wet eyes burning a hole through his face, fine blond lashes clumping together with water.
Callum wants to spit, he’s not good at explaining himself and it scares him to make the attempt and fail. So he wont try. Instead he says—
“Nah,” and Austins gaze seems to recede. “I showed it to you because I get off on being called a freak” They sit in silence for a moment.
“I thought it was nice—”
Callum scoffs, what is he like, and he’s running the inside of his bottom lip over his teeth .
“Something r—romantic about it” he continues, voice clogging up.
“why are you crying?”
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“This is healing nicely” she says, running her finger over where she’d cut him over his heart some days before. Bucky drops down further and takes a knee, bruises making contact with the rough carpet. She perches there and writhes pushing his knee down even harder till she hears him exhale, glass empty and now forgotten. “will not scar.”
“ pity, ” he says.
“pity?” She repeats.
“that It wont scar” and his face animates as he says this—-filled to the brim with joy
“Oh John, you think permanence will save you?”
7000 words and counting of gale turns back ☺️ very happy because while I really liked the premise I had down I did not know where I was taking the rest of it at all... but now I've found some track to follow!
First part under the cut. You may recognise some of it...
The Favorite (Crimsoned)
first half of whatever this is. TWs for blood, mild gore, hints of sexual humiliation and dubcon
“And Strife was joining the throng of battle, and Tumult, and painful Death, holding now a living man new-wounded, now one unharmed, now dragging a man who had died by his feet through the press of battle; and Death wore around her shoulders a cape crimsoned with the blood of men.” —The Iliad, Book 18, lines 535-538, translated by Caroline Alexander
His angel wears a dirty sheepskin jacket, goes by the name of Bucky, and smells, always, like blood.
Gale in a harness please 🙏
The Favorite (Crimsoned)
first half of whatever this is. TWs for blood, mild gore, hints of sexual humiliation and dubcon
“And Strife was joining the throng of battle, and Tumult, and painful Death, holding now a living man new-wounded, now one unharmed, now dragging a man who had died by his feet through the press of battle; and Death wore around her shoulders a cape crimsoned with the blood of men.” —The Iliad, Book 18, lines 535-538, translated by Caroline Alexander
His angel wears a dirty sheepskin jacket, goes by the name of Bucky, and smells, always, like blood.
coincidentally gale has also had a reoccurring fantasies intrusive thoughts of getting bent over a desk and fucked by bucky while in his barrister's robes. or being yanked into an office supply closet for ...purposes. or getting a post run lick+fuck when he's too tired with legs too shaky to properly position himself. or being all trussed up and edged and...
it's normal though. and the intrusive thoughts only take about 0.2 billable hours few times a day. not that bad. some days more than a few times but still normal
eheheheh yeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeees
MODESTY CUT (estimated reading time: 0.1 billable hours)
So Gale survives biglaw by completely separating himself from his body. He beats it into submission (and not in a sexy way). Between the insane marathon training schedule, his restrictive diet slash eating disorder, and his truly unhealthy work schedule, he feels completely disconnected from himself and his own desires. success!!
so it's pretty fucking INCONVENIENT when the fantasies start. on some level he knows he's down bad for John, but really, it's a bit humiliating when he wakes up from a wet dream like he's thirteen again for the second time that week (it's a tuesday). Gale had a pretty prolific grindr hookup phase right around the time Bucky started dating Curt, so he knows his preferences. he knows he's a bit of a size queen. and he ALSO KNOWS (i.e. can't stop thinking about the fact) that John's absolutely packing.
naming a guy the same name as you is so possessive. you are gay
buck from manitowoc did not exist. you made that shit UP!!
a place on earth with you
Explicit | 12k | Ch: 5/5
John beams at him. In the slanting morning light, silver threads shine in his hairline when he tips his face to a certain angle, where his cheeks sharpen and the years are written honestly in the lines beside his eyes. He is just as strikingly handsome as Gale remembers from the very beginning—a lifetime ago, shaking his hand by the hangar under the flat Texas sun, thinking trouble and being drawn to him in the same breath. Despite having seen him inside out, despite having been given every dark room and every cracked foundation, John Egan remains the most unknowable existence Gale has ever encountered. Ineffable and fathomless, the person most worth knowing Gale’s ever met, a lifetime is barely enough to begin.
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After the war, Gale and John build a life together.
a place on earth with you
Explicit | 12k | Ch: 5/5
John beams at him. In the slanting morning light, silver threads shine in his hairline when he tips his face to a certain angle, where his cheeks sharpen and the years are written honestly in the lines beside his eyes. He is just as strikingly handsome as Gale remembers from the very beginning—a lifetime ago, shaking his hand by the hangar under the flat Texas sun, thinking trouble and being drawn to him in the same breath. Despite having seen him inside out, despite having been given every dark room and every cracked foundation, John Egan remains the most unknowable existence Gale has ever encountered. Ineffable and fathomless, the person most worth knowing Gale’s ever met, a lifetime is barely enough to begin.
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After the war, Gale and John build a life together.
feel like I must have said this before but it bears repeating: buckies watching each other jerk off bc it's not gay if they don't touch