𝐠𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲

[geistsoldat]

GEISTSOLDAT⸻ INDEPENDENT, MUTUAL EXCLUSIVE AND SELECTIVE BLOG FOR JAMES "BUCKY" BARNES/THE WINTER SOLDIER FROM MARVEL COMICS AND HEAVELY INFLUENCED BY THE MARVEL CINEMATIC UNIVERSE AND HEADCANONS. CST + 3. SHE/HER. WRITTEN BY CALI. (#)

CARRD. PROMO. STUDY. ARTWORK. PROMPTS.

PSA: follows mainly the timeline of the marvel cinematic universe for the sake of one continous timeline. however will take influences from the comics regarding his background and his involvement in the black widow program and his relationship with natasha. mentions of brainwashing, torture, disfigurement, loss of identity, and hydra will be mention as they are part of his background.

rules coming soon. common tumblr etiquette applies. spoilers for thunderbolts are tagged as thunderbolts tw. and thunderbolts spoilers.

ᴹᵒˢᵗ ᵒᶠ ᵗʰᵉ ⁱⁿᵗᵉˡˡⁱᵍᵉⁿᶜᵉ ᶜᵒᵐᵐᵘⁿⁱᵗⁱᵉˢ ᵈᵒᵉˢⁿ'ᵗ ᵇᵉˡⁱᵉᵛᵉ ʰᵉ ᵉˣⁱˢᵗ, ᵗʰᵉ ᵒⁿᵉˢ ʷʰᵒ ᵈᵒ ᶜᵃˡˡ ʰⁱᵐ ᵗʰᵉ ᵂⁱⁿᵗᵉʳ ˢᵒˡᵈⁱᵉʳ. ᴴᵉ ⁱˢ ᶜʳᵉᵈⁱᵗᵉᵈ ʷⁱᵗʰ ᵒᵛᵉʳ ᵗʷᵒ ᵈᵒᶻᵉⁿˢ ᵃˢˢᵃˢˢⁱⁿᵃᵗⁱᵒⁿˢ ⁱⁿ ᵗʰᵉ ˡᵃˢᵗ ⁵⁰ ʸᵉᵃʳˢ.

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[b1ckwdcw]

EVERY  ATTEMPT  TO  FIND  AN  IN  MET  WITH  ICE.   The  type  you  only  got  from  the  isolation  only  found  in  places  like  this.         (  the  way  they  were  able  to  maintain  control  over  people  like  them  while  teaching  them  the  tools  to  turn  on  them.  )   She  was  trained  to  be  the  perfect  destroyer  ,  ┈┈  not  just  a  killer  but  someone  who  could  topple  Governments  with  one  night.   The  perfect  weapon  ,  that  didn't  always  need  to  be  used  that  way.

But  with  that  ,  comes  the  questions.   To  be  such  a  weapon  ,  ┈┈  every  detail  needs  to  matter  so  to  her  they  do.   What  might  seem  pointless  ,  could  prove  to  be  more  useful  than  you  thought.   There  had  always  been  one  thing  Natalia  had  that  the  others  never  had  over  her  ,  ┈┈  a  sharp  focus  that  needed  an  even  sharper  edge  to  perfect  the  pieces.   Hand  grips  her  leg.         (  locking  it  in  place  before  a  tighter  grip  trying  to  pull  a  hiss  from  pain.  )   No  such  sound.   She's  not  made  for  that  ,  not  being  shaped  to  admit  a  limit.

She  has  none.

So  instead  of  a  hiss  ,  ┈┈  there's  an  almost  grimacing  sound  as  leg  fights  in  the  grasp  of  his  firm  hold.   Not  budging  ,  not  until  he  decides  it's  time.         (  it's  a  hold  she's  always  been  annoyed  at  and  he  can  see  it  in  her  eyes.  )   But  his  answer  ,  that  makes  her  brow  furrow.   For  what  reason  ,  ┈┈  would  he  think  she  wouldn't  believe  him  on  something?   That  sparks  the  need  to  know  even  more.   He's  scared  of  something  ,  and  it  makes  eyes  narrow  back  at  his  own.

“  Try  me.  ”   She  counters  back  ,  challenging  him.   She's  always  been  different  ,  ┈┈  different  from  the  other  girls  who  went  through  this  program.   Always  thinking  ,  calculating.         (  spinning  her  web  of  stories  and  theories  and  truth  to  figure  out  which  was  which.  )   “  Curiosity  kills  ,  but  I'm  more  worried  in  what  has  the  Soldier  so  scared.  ”   She  was  poking  at  a  nest  that  was  only  veiled  to  look  that  way.   Not  realizing  the  trap  that  lay  underneath  when  you  looked  too  hard.

[geistsoldat]

He   didn’t   flinch.   Not   from   the   words.   Not   from   the   leg   beneath   his   grip,   tense   with   trained   resistance.   She   never   gave   in,   never   made   it   easy   —   not   for   the   people   who   built   her,   not   for   the   ones   who   tried   to   break   her,   and   certainly   not   for   him.   That   was   something   he   respected.   Something   he   understood   too   well.   That   grimace,   that   silence   in   place   of   a   hiss   —   it   wasn’t   weakness.   It   was   a   mirror.   Of   him.

Every   attempt   met   with   ice.   That   struck   something   in   him,   deeper   than   he’d   let   her   see.   Because   she   was   right.   About   the   isolation.   About   the   control.   About   what   it   did   to   them   —   how   they   were   remade   not   into   people,   but   into   precision   instruments.   Blades   without   handles.   Chaos   with   purpose.   And   yet,   she   still   managed   to   look   at   him   like   he   was   more   than   that.

That   made   his   jaw   twitch.   Because   he   wanted   to.   Wanted   to   let   her   in,   to   tell   her   all   of   it   —   the   parts   the   Soldier   locked   away   even   from   himself.   But   what   lived   in   him   wasn’t   just   memory.   It   was   poison.   And   letting   it   spill   meant   letting   it   touch   her.   And   if   she   thought   she   could   shoulder   it   —   maybe   she   could.   She   was   never   just   a   weapon.   But   still…   “There   are   things   in   me,”   he   said   low,   voice   rough   like   gravel   under   snow,   “that   don’t   go   quiet   just   because   I   want   them   to.   Things   I   didn’t   just   do   —   but   learned   to   enjoy.   That’s   what   scares   me.   Not   the   mission.   Not   Hydra.   Me.”

His   grip   loosened   slightly,   but   not   fully.   Just   enough   to   remind   her   he   could   let   go   —   of   her,   of   the   moment,   of   control   —   but   that   didn’t   mean   the   danger   was   gone.   He   looked   her   in   the   eye   then,   and   there   was   no   mask.   Just   a   storm   barely   held   back   by   a   man   desperate   not   to   drown   her   in   it.   "You   say   curiosity   kills,"   he   said,   almost   like   a   dare,   "But   what   if   what   you're   poking   at   isn't   the   Soldier?"   He   swallowed.   "What   if   it's   something   worse   —   and   it’s   wearing   my   face?”

[dcviline]

▐║  ᯽  ┊  𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐘  𝐈𝐒  𝐀𝐋𝐖𝐀𝐘𝐒  𝐀  𝐒𝐔𝐁𝐉𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐕𝐄  𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆,  especially  when  you're  constantly  ripped  from  one  life  into  another.  Given  a  name,  then  it's  taken  away;  a  history,  a  family,  then  it's  all  gone  when  the  mission's  done.  Washed  away,  back  to  the  foundations  of  a  blank  slate,  the  perfect  canvas  to  imprint  whatever  needs  to  be  there  for  the  next  assignment.  In  that  area,  they  differed.  There  was  only  one  face  they  wanted  James  to  wear.  The  Winter  Soldier.  It  was  everything  else  that  had  to  be  erased,  that  was  their  trouble.  For  Natasha,  erasing  it  all  wasn't  as  hard,  and  it  didn't  require  such  forceful  means;  not  when  she  was  so  keen  to  forget  what  had  come  before,  to  save  herself  from  the  heartache  of  remembrance.

ㅤㅤ  ㅤㅤBut  when  he  steps  closer,  it  takes  her  back  all  the  same.  Back  to  a  time  when  she  found  happiness  in  stolen,  quiet  moments.  Like  something  stubborn  growing  through  the  ice.  She's  not  sentimental,  or  she  tries  not  to  be,  but  it's  hard  to  ignore  it  in  that  moment,  how  much  the  weight  of  his  presence  falls  heavy  over  her.  Her  comfort,  her  would-be  killer,  now  the  shadow  of  both  and  neither  all  at  once.  But  even  then,  there  is  recognition,  familiarity  in  the  way  the  corners  of  his  mouth  twitch.  She  wishes  she  could  push  it  away,  ignore  all  the  things  it  stirs  up,  but  the  grave  in  her  mind  is  starting  to  feel  empty,  and  the  ghost  before  her  takes  shape  more  and  more  like  the  man  she once knew rather  than  a  phantom.

ㅤㅤ  ㅤㅤ❝ I  never  blamed  you  for  it,  James,  ❞  Natasha's  head  shakes  lightly, finally allowing herself to speak his name again.  ❝ How  could  I,  seeing  all  the  things  they  did  to  make  you  that  way?  I  knew  it  wasn't  you.  Not  really.  ❞  A  pause,  the  silence  of  a  breath  held  for  too  many  years,  words  finally  spoken  and  released  from  the  locked  trap  inside  of  her  chest.  ❝ Pain  is  just  pain.  When  a  gun  is  fired,  the  blame  lies  with  the  one  who  holds  it,  but  you  were  only  ever  a  weapon  in  someone  else's  hands.  You  don't  need  forgiveness;  it  was  never  your  fault.  ❞

ㅤㅤ  ㅤㅤAnd  if  there  was  any  forgiveness  to  be  given,  then  she'd  already  granted  it,  even  as  the  bullet  went  through  her  body.  Her  throat  feels  raw,  all  her  iron  walls  rusted,  broken  so  easily  by  this  unexpected  catharsis.  If  it  could  even  be  called  that.  Relief  is  the  more  appropriate  word,  returned  hope,  the  simple  joy  of  hearing  his  voice  after  so  long.  Of  meeting  him  as  himself  once  again.  There  is  a  part  of  her  that  demands  to  flinch  away,  so  accustomed  to  shutting  down  moments  that  feel  this  compromising.  But  she  doesn't.  Natasha  holds  his  gaze,  another  drawn  breath  before  she  can  bring  herself  to  let  the  words  leave  her  tongue.  ❝ It  mattered  to  me,  too,  ❞  she  says  quietly,  like  a  confession.  ❝ I  felt  safe  with  you.  Like  I  wasn't  alone  in that hell anymore.  ❞  Green  eyes  blink,  slowly  pulling  away,  her  brow  shaped  by  something  sadder.  ❝ Where  do  we  go  from  here?  We're  like  strangers  now,  but  we're  not.  And  we  never  can  be.  ❞

[geistsoldat]

He   stood   still,   barely   breathing,   as   her   words   settled   over   him   like   a   second   skin—uncomfortable,   but   familiar.   Reality   is   always   a   subjective   thing.   God,   wasn’t   that   the   truth?   For   so   long,   his   reality   had   been   whatever   they   told   him   it   was.   A   mission.   A   kill   order.   A   face   to   remember.   A   name   to   forget.   He   had   lived   in   fragments,   splinters   of   memory   bleeding   into   one   another   like   smudged   ink,   always   just   out   of   reach.   But   her   voice—her   voice—grounded   him   in   a   way   nothing   else   ever   had.   And   now,   hearing   it   say   his   name   again,   James,   it   made   something   in   him   hurt.   In   the   best   way.

She   said   she   never   blamed   him.   He   wanted   to   believe   that.   Needed   to.   The   weight   of   what   he   had   done,   the   blood   on   his   hands,   so   much   of   it   hers—if   not   directly,   then   through   the   system   that   had   molded   them   both   into   ghosts   wearing   human   skin.   He   thought   the   pain   was   something   he   had   to   carry   alone.   That   she’d   moved   on,   as   she   always   did,   because   she   was   stronger   than   him,   always   had   been.   But   now   she   was   here,   rusted   edges   and   all,   and   he   could   see   it   in   her   eyes:   the   same   ache,   the   same   loss,   the   same   impossible   desire   for   something   that   felt   real.   Solid.

He   stepped   closer—not   as   the   Winter   Soldier,   not   even   fully   as   Bucky,   but   as   something   in   between.   Whatever   remained.   His   voice   was   low,   rough,   like   it   had   been   sanded   down   by   years   of   silence.   “You   were   the   only   thing   that   felt   real   in   that   whole   damn   nightmare,”   he   said.   “Even   when   I   didn’t   remember   your   name.   I   remembered   your   voice.   I   remembered...   warmth.   And   that   was   enough   to   make   them   hate   you.”   His   metal   fingers   curled   into   a   loose   fist   at   his   side,   not   from   anger,   but   restraint.   The   urge   to   reach   for   her   was   strong—comfort,   confirmation,   connection—but   he   wasn’t   sure   he   deserved   it.   Not   yet.

“I   didn’t   feel   safe   anywhere,”   he   admitted.   “Not   until   you.”   His   eyes   searched   hers   like   a   man   trying   to   find   home   on   a   battlefield.   “I   didn’t   know   what   that   meant   then.   But   I   do   now.”   He   gave   a   faint,   crooked   smile—haunted,   but   genuine.   “We’re   not   strangers,   Natasha.   We’re...   what’s   left.”   There   was   no   easy   answer   to   her   question.   Where   do   we   go   from   here?   Hell,   he   didn’t   know.   But   he   was   tired   of   walking   away   from   people   who   made   him   feel   human.   “We   don’t   go   back,”   he   said   finally,   quietly.   “We   don’t   erase   anything   anymore.   We   carry   it.   Together.”   His   eyes   softened.   “If   you’ll   let   me.”

[unearthlydust]

Bucky Barnes + hair bobbing hard THUNDERBOLTS*

[geistsoldat]

writing sadness and listening to this because my brain is insane.

[mcflymemes]

PROMPTS FOR PEOPLE WHO REFUSE TO LET ANYONE CARE ABOUT THEM *  assorted dialogue, adjust as necessary

i don't need your help.

i can handle myself.

everyone leaves.

you can't do this alone.

whatever they did to you back then... i'm sorry. but i'm not like that, and i won't abandon you like they did.

you've got bigger things to deal with.

i've been alone all my life. it's nothing new.

don't come over. i can handle it.

please let me care about you.

would you just stop?

i'm used to this.

i tried to help you.

whatever they said about you, they were wrong.

i'm not worth dying for.

suit yourself. you'll regret it tomorrow.

i'm not putting anyone else's life in harm's way.

people care about you. people want to keep you safe.

i don't want you to get hurt over me.

if you die, it'll be my fault.

i love you. you're worth fighting for.

i'm not gonna just sit here and let you do this by yourself.

i'm not worth it, okay?

i don't want you to die.

leave me alone.

this is nothing new.

thanks but no thanks. i don't need your help.

i can't lose you again!

don't make yourself an island.

don't you understand? i can't lose you!

you're not patching this up alone. let me help.

i'm not used to this. being cared about.

you'll just suffer because of me.

i'm not like the rest. i won't leave you.

everyone leaves. maybe it's better that way.

i can handle it just fine, thanks.

i don't need your advice.

stop pushing me away. it won't work.

this is all i've got left.

i'll get over it!

it's better if i just go alone.

let me protect you.

i'll just keep coming back, you know.

it's easier to make people hate me.

if something happens to you, i'll never forgive myself.

i've already lost so many people.

i can patch this up myself.

you've obviously got more important things to deal with.

everyone i love ends up leaving me one way or another.

what if something happens?

this wasn't supposed to go this way.

stop risking your life for me.

i work better alone.

it's safer to just stay away from me.

eventually you'll see i'm not worth it.

every single time i let someone in, they end up disappointing me.

trust me. i know this for a fact.

just leave me be. i'll figure this out myself.

you should go.

you're all i have left.

people around me are always getting hurt.

it's better if you just leave me here.

i can't trust anyone. not anymore.

why do you keep fighting for me?

you have no idea what this is like.

i know you think i'll leave, but i won't. not now. not ever.

you matter to me. i'll say it a thousand times until you understand.

please just let me take care of you.

i work alone.

that won't work on me.

no one's ever really loved me before.

you need help.

so that's it? you're just gonna push me away again?

what's it gonna take for you to realize i want to be here for you?

i don't want to see you hurt.

you can't just push away everyone who loves you.

you'll never be able to beat this alone.

you expect me to just sit here?

i love you, goddamn it!

you want to be alone? fine. be alone.

i'm not strong enough.

i really thought i could help you. turns out i was wrong.

i wish you would listen to me.

i came all this way to help you, and this is the thanks i get?

you are worthy of love, you know.

how many times do i have to tell you? i'm fine!

stop pushing people away.

it's easier to just make you hate me.

i don't hate you. i could never hate you.

[incdntlprompts]

* [  PROMPT LIST ] :  nearly a kiss.

below, i’ve compiled a collection of [ 45 ] action and dialogue prompts for the kisses that nearly happened. inspired by every time those two characters in your favourite tv series inch closer and closer to each other only for there to be a usually annoying reason for the kiss to never happen. 

[  DIALOGUE PROMPTS  ]

[  ONE  ] :  “ we didn’t break up. ”

[  TWO  ] :  “ i can’t do this. ”

[  THREE  ] : “ you… you have something on your face. ”

[  FOUR  ] :  “ you should go. ”

[  FIVE  ] :  “ you owe me nothing. ”

[  SIX  ] :  “ did you really think i’d kiss you ? ”

[  SEVEN  ] : “ what about [ name ] ? ” 

[  EIGHT  ] :  “ are you sure about this ? ”

[  NINE  ] :  “ did you think it was going to be that easy ? ” 

[  TEN  ] :  “ i should really be going. ”

[  ELEVEN  ] :  “ we can’t do this again. ”

[  TWELVE  ] :  “ you’re- you’re steaming up my glasses. ”

[  THIRTEEN  ] :  “ you have no idea how much i want to kiss you. ”

[  FOURTEEN  ] : “ i got back together with [ name ]. ”

[  FIFTEEN  ] :  “ we shouldn’t do this…. ”

[  SIXTEEN  ] :  “ this isn’t how i want this to happen. ”

[  SEVENTEEN  ] :  “ i want our first kiss to be perfect. ”

[  EIGHTEEN  ] :  “ i think this means something else to you then it does to me. ”

[  NINETEEN  ] :  “  i can’t do this to you. ”

[  TWENTY  ] :  “ i don’t want to jeopardise our friendship. ”

[  TWENTY-ONE  ] :  “ let’s just call this what it is… just really close talking. ”

[  TWENTY-TWO  ] :  “ this is a bad idea. ”

[  TWENTY-THREE  ] :  “ i didn’t ask for this… to feel this way. ”

[  TWENTY-FOUR  ] :  “ no. ”

[  TWENTY-FIVE  ] :  “ the lead-up is the best part anyway… right? ”

[  TWENTY-SIX ] :  “ i think you get the point. ”

[  TWENTY-SEVEN  ] :  “ this is just a game of pretend to you. ” 

[  TWENTY-EIGHT  ] :  “ maybe next time… ”

[  ACTION PROMPTS  ] + reverse

[  GOODBYE  ] :  sender and receiver are parting ways, they might not see each other for a while. they embrace, a hug so tight it could shatter bones. their lips linger above each other’s, their eyes closed….

[  REUNITED  ] :  sender and receiver are reunited at after some time apart. jumping into the other’s arms in a warm embrace, the idea of a kiss is there but does it come to fruition ? 

[  REJECTED  ] :  sender leans in to kiss receiver, but receiver pulls away. 

[  INTERRUPTED  ] :  as sender and receiver lean in to kiss they are interrupted by a third party. 

[  STUNG  ] :  as sender and receiver are about to kiss a bee stings receiver, the moment cut short. 

[  FORT  ] :  sender and receiver are chilling in a pillow fort they spent a good part of the day building, in an intimate moment they both lean in for a kiss, only for the ill-built fort to collapse on them. 

[  RAIN  ] :  as sender leans in to kiss receiver a sudden downpour catches them off guard and they choose to run for cover. 

[  TAUNT  ] :  sender is taunting receiver, slowly moving in closer to their lips with no intention of kissing them, to see how far they’re willing to go. 

[  DRUNK  ] :  sender is drunk and while under the influence looks into receiver’s eyes, beginning to lean in to kiss them… only for them to have the sudden urge to vomit. 

[  DANCE  ] :  sender and receiver have been pulled into a slow dance together. as they sway to the music they find themselves leaning in for a kiss just as the song ends and the moment is cut short. 

[  GUILT  ] :  receiver leans in to kiss sender, but sender pulls away because they feel guilt for doing this for the wrong reasons. 

[  CHEEK  ] :  sender and receiver are leaning in to kiss each other, but at the last moment sender dodges their lips and kisses their cheek instead. 

[  PHONE  ] : sender and receiver are about to kiss when a cell phone goes off and makes them pause. + extra points if the call is from an ex/rival love interest.

[  FACE  ] :  receiver won’t stop talking. in an attempt to get them to stop, sender grabs their face, underestimating the intensity of the act. 

[  FOREHEAD  ] :  sender and receiver lean to kiss each other, misjudging the destination they bump foreheads instead of meeting lips. 

[  CHIME  ] :  as sender and receiver are about to kiss, a clock chimes interrupting the almost kiss and reminding them of the time.  

[  STRAND  ] :  receiver stands still as sender leans closer to their face, expecting a kiss but is surprised when receiver just tucks a strand of their hair behind their ear. 

[ FALL  ] :  sender somehow ends up accidentally on top of receiver, their faces are close to each other but at the last minute sender pulls away. 

[rubymemes]

𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐃𝐀 👀 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒 (a collection of spicy prompts with various contexts. They were left vague to match varying levels of spice and situations.)  → add + reverse to reverse the roles!

[OFFICE]: sender and receiver are making out in receiver's office

[CAR]: sender and receiver are making out in receiver's car

[BITE]: while kissing, sender bites receiver's lips

[PULL]: sender pulls on receiver's hair to expose their neck

[PINNED]: sender pins receiver against a wall

[LAP]: sender pulls receiver onto their lap

[ELEVATOR]: sender and receiver are making out in an elevator

[FLIRT]: sender flirts with receiver to make them blush

[CHOKE]: sender grabs receiver by the throat

[KNIFE]: sender uses a knife to rip receiver's clothes

[GROWL]: sender growls in receiver's ears

[QUIET]: sender orders receiver to be more quiet

[COLLAR]: sender grabs receiver by the collar to pull them closer

[WRESTLE]: sender wrestles receiver, pinning them on the floor

[WHISPER]: sender whispers sweet nothings into receiver's ears

[KNOCK]: sender walks into a room without knocking only to find receiver in their underwear

[HALLWAY]: after inviting receiver into their flat, sender and receiver start making out in the hallway

[INJURY]: sender gently tends to receiver's wounds, which leads to them kissing

[MUFFLE]: sender puts their hand over receiver's mouth to keep them quiet

[PUBLIC]: sender and receiver are making out in a secluded but public place

[TABLE]: sender touches receiver's thigh under the table at a restaurant or a dinner party

[geistsoldat]

girl no i'm watching the videos i took from the backstreet boys show in 2020 and i'm so embarassed how loud i am .

[geistsoldat]

appreciate my lazy graphics.

[geistsoldat]

then i get surprised when they are my most listened artist every year.

[geistsoldat]

bucky outside your window when he don't like who you dating.

[geistsoldat]

i'm not joking when i say bucky would play get another boyfriend aggressively outside someone's window if he don't like them.

also. . .my world for a mel gold.

[geistsoldat]

alexei is so funny, calling him mr. soldier as if his first name is winter.

[hovllanov]

✔️shoot crash first ✔️ask questions later

[yucaloris]

You don't wanna hurt me

But see how deep the bullet lies

Unaware I'm tearin' you asunder

Oh, there is thunder in our hearts

Is there so much hate for the ones we love?

//Tumblr can link music 0.0!!

[ohisms]

𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑬𝑵𝑶𝑹𝑴𝑰𝑻𝒀 𝑶𝑭 𝑴𝒀 𝑫𝑬𝑺𝑰𝑹𝑬 .    (   a  series  of  nsfw  prompts ,  separated  by  quotes   &   acts .   ‘ my ’  muse  belongs  to  the  one  who  posted  the  meme .  send   “ + REVERSE ”   to  reverse  the  prompts  )

       →  WORDS .

❛  i’m  sorry ,  you  don’t  enjoy  being  teased ? .  ❜ ❛  you  know  what  i’m  waiting  for .  ❜ ❛  keep  your  hands  where  they  are .  ❜ ❛  i want you to ride  [ me / my fingers ] .  ❜ ❛  you  make  the  prettiest  sounds .  ❜ ❛  say  please .  ❜ ❛  i  want  to  make  this  last .  ❜ ❛  look  at  me .  ❜ ❛  i’m  yours ,  only  yours -  ❜ ❛  yeah ,  just like that -  ❜ ❛  i’ve  barely  even  started .  ❜ ❛  i  need  you .  ❜ ❛  god ,  shut  up  and  fuck  me  already !  ❜ ❛  god ,  yes ,  [ name ] ,  don’t  stop .  ❜ ❛  you  have  no  idea  how  long  i’ve  wanted  to  do  this .  ❜ ❛  who  gets  to  touch  you  like  this ?  ❜ ❛  come  for  me .  ❜ ❛  ah ,  ah -  don’t  touch .  ❜ ❛  brace  your  hands  on  the  wall .  ❜ ❛  could  you  come  like  this ?  ❜ ❛  please ,  let  me  come -  ❜ ❛  god ,  you’re  beautiful -  ❜ ❛  i’ve  been  waiting  for  this  all  night .  ❜ ❛  you’re  such  a  tease .  ❜ ❛  take  these  off .  ❜ ❛  i  want  to  feel  your  [ mouth / fingers ] .  ❜ ❛  do  you  have  any  idea  how  good  you  taste ?  ❜ ❛  tell  me  what  you  want .  ❜ ❛  we  shouldn’t -  ah ,  we shouldn’t be doing this .  ❜ ❛  faster ,  [ name ] ,  i  need  more .  ❜ ❛  is  this  good ?  ❜ ❛  keep  your  eyes  open .  ❜ ❛  i  can’t  wait  to  find  out  what  else  you  can  do .  ❜ ❛  you  don’t  have  to  be  so  gentle .  ❜ ❛  i  want  to  hear  you  beg .  ❜ ❛  can  i  take  this  off ?  ❜ ❛  please ,  please ,  please -  ❜ ❛  you’re  doing  so  well  for  me .  ❜ ❛  please  touch  me .  ❜ ❛  keep  reading ,  i  want  to  see  how  long  you  last .  ❜ ❛  i’ll  buy  you  another  one .  ❜ ❛  say  my  name .  louder .  ❜ ❛  i  can’t  wait  any  longer .  ❜ ❛  you  feel  so  good .  ❜ ❛  you’re  going  to  leave  a  mark -  ❜ ❛  touch  yourself  for  me .  ❜ ❛  do  you  deserve  it ?   ❜ ❛  did  i  say  you  could  come ?  ❜ ❛  i’m  so  close -  ❜ ❛  they’re  going  to  catch  us -  ❜ ❛  i  want  you  right  here .  ❜ ❛  we  have  to  be  quiet .  ❜

         →  ACTIONS .

❛  pin .   to  restrain  my  muse’s  hands  during  intimacy . ❛  mirror .   to  have  sex  with  my  muse  in  front  of  a  mirror . ❛  deny .   to  deny  my  muse  an  orgasm . ❛  distance .   to  have  [ phone / video ]  sex  with  my  muse . ❛  playlist .   to  have  sex  with  my  muse  while  music  is  playing . ❛  paw .   to  fondle  my  muse’s   [ chest  /  ass ] . ❛  wall .   to  pin  my  muse  against  a  wall . ❛  table .   to  hoist  my  muse  onto  a  [ table  /  counter ] . ❛  clothed .   to  make  my  muse  come  while  fully  dressed . ❛  finger .   to  finger  my  muse . ❛  oral .   to  give  my  muse  oral . ❛  fervent .   to  have  sex  with  my  muse  after  a  fight . ❛  distraction .   to  rile  my  muse  up  during  a  film . ❛  mark .   to  leave  marks  on  my  muse  [  optional :  specify where  ] . ❛  tie .   to  use  restraints  on  my  muse  during  intimacy . ❛  throat .   to  choke  my  muse  during  intimacy . ❛  sparring .   for  sparring  to  turn  into  sex . ❛  toys .   to  use  toys  [ vibrator / strap / otherwise ]  on  my  muse . ❛  imagery .   to  send  my  muse  a  risque  photo . ❛  drag .   to  pull  my  muse  closer  by  a  piece  of  clothing . ❛  tear .   to  tear  a  piece  of  clothing  from  my  muse’s  body . ❛  shower .   to  have  sex  with  my  muse  in  the  [ shower / bath ] . ❛  sneaky .   to  sneak  away  from  a  gathering  to  have  sex  with  my  muse . ❛  beg .   to  make  my  muse  beg . ❛  carnal .   to  [ scratch / bite ]  my  muse  during  intimacy . ❛  preoccupied .   to  rile  my  muse  up  as  they  [ read / work ] . ❛  jealous .   to  purposefully  make  my  muse  react  possessively . ❛  dare .   to  have  sex  with  my  muse  based  off  a  dare . ❛  read .   to  re-enact  something  from  a  [ book / show / porn ]  with  my  muse . ❛  collapse .   to  break  a  bed  during  sex  with  my  muse . ❛  caught .   to  get  caught  with  my  muse  during  sex .