in which i attempt to locate words assigned by the person tagging me in any of my wips
my words are: more, lord, hair, play.
more - from my current wip, an as-of-yet-nameless fic i have been lovingly referring to as ‘the weepy top bucky fic’
Gale hums, shifting his hips into it. “More,” he says, hands falling to John’s waist and pulling lightly at his hips. When John hesitates, he pulls a little harder, “C’mon, you’re not gonna hurt me. I can take it.”
John blinks. “Yes, Major,” he says obediently, shivery with nerves and with renewed arousal.
lord - this is from a wip i’ve had kicking around for months titled ‘drunk girl in a bar bathroom gale’ which i forgot about until like. yesterday. and hopefully will be the next thing i work on!
“C’mon, Buck. Gimme a real toast. Y’don’t even need to drink it all, just a sip, huh? ‘S not gonna hurt ya.”
John had given his best innocent look, puppy-dog eyes and everything. He had entirely innocent intentions! He hadn’t wanted to get Gale drunk or see him embarrass himself or lord it over him later that he’d taken the drink. He’d just wanted to share something with his best friend on his birthday. At the time it had seemed vitally important, more than any of Gale’s protests.
hair - also from crying bucky fic 👍
“Can’t even fuck my,” and he stalls out for a second, skipping awkwardly over what to call Gale, because nothing seems to fit right, “without weeping like a baby, Jesus, what’s wrong with me?”
“Well you were doing pretty damn good until you got all in your head about it,” Gale says softly, brushing a lock of hair from John’s forehead.
play - this isn’t from a real wip it’s a snippet i wrote and never found a good place for… also im cheating a little on this one because i couldn’t find the actual word… but it’s the closest i could find lmao
They end up awkwardly spread over the bed further from the window. John’s long limbs are splayed out over the rumpled sheets, while Gale perches half-curled over him with one leg hanging off the mattress. John’s cock is still softening in his hand as he works his way up his stomach and chest, pressing open-mouthed kisses to the sweat-salty skin. He’s careful, almost reverent with his touch. Penitential.
not sure who to tag since i feel like i’ve seen a bunch of my moots do this already and idk who has/hasn’t lol but if anyone wants to do it again w a new set of words i will assign: bite, wind, major, real
