Hi, everyone! I'm back after some months of struggling with life ( but I'm much better now ). Thank you all for all the messages you've sent me during my absence, I promise I'll reply to all of them as soon as I can. Having said that, I'mma take requests for drabbles with prompts under the cut or with any prompt of your own!
Rules are simple ( please, read them ).
Only one request per blog.
If I don't feel comfortable or capable to write a request, I won't.
The writings will contain less than 600 words unless the idea inspires me to write it longer.
Don't push me with times. It can take me one day or one week. I'm getting used to being back and making all my hobbies fit with my new routine.
Don't ask directly for smut. You can add it to your request and I'll decide if I write it or not.
Always be kind, starting your request with a hello and finishing with a thank you. Don't forget there's a real person behind the screen.
** if you also like Lee Bodecker, I'm taking requests for him on my other blog @everyhowlmarksthedead.
PROMPTS:
âIâve been excited to see you all day.â
âGive us a chance. One chanceâ.
âI just wanted to hear your voiceâ.
âNightmares again?â
âWas I really that drunk?â
âPut some clothes on, for the love of Godâ.
âNo one has to know about us, I know this could ruin youâ.
Hi, everyone! I'm back after some months of struggling with life ( but I'm much better now ). Thank you all for all the messages you've sent me during my absence, I promise I'll reply to all of them as soon as I can. Having said that, I'mma take requests for drabbles with prompts under the cut or with any prompt of your own!
Rules are simple ( please, read them ).
Only one request per blog.
If I don't feel comfortable or capable to write a request, I won't.
The writings will contain less than 600 words unless the idea inspires me to write it longer.
Don't push me with times. It can take me one day or one week. I'm getting used to being back and making all my hobbies fit with my new routine.
Don't ask directly for smut. You can add it to your request and I'll decide if I write it or not.
Always be kind, starting your request with a hello and finishing with a thank you. Don't forget there's a real person behind the screen.
** if you also like Lee Bodecker, I'm taking requests for him on my other blog @everyhowlmarksthedead.
PROMPTS:
âIâve been excited to see you all day.â
âGive us a chance. One chanceâ.
âI just wanted to hear your voiceâ.
âNightmares again?â
âWas I really that drunk?â
âPut some clothes on, for the love of Godâ.
âNo one has to know about us, I know this could ruin youâ.
feedback is appreciated and needed. please, if you have read one of my writings, leave a comment and / or reblog. don't forget we do it for free to contribute to your entertainment and interactions are what make us keep writing every day.
First of all, I'd like to say that I'm sorry for disappearing without prior notice. I've been through one of the hardest times of my life. Since November I've been falling into a hole. As many of you already know, I've been suffering from depression since a very young age and it seems like in May I hit rock bottom. I also stopped talking to my most close friends and family. I wasn't able to see the light and I used to have very bad thoughts.
Almost two months ago I started to cry for no reason in front of my mother, who was really worried because she wasn't aware of what was really happening inside my mind. I went to a therapist and I got meds to help me with my situation. Of course, they didn't help so I had to do the hugest effort I've ever done and I talked with my parents about what was going on. We were talking for almost five hours non-stop, and they thought they could try to pay a private therapist even if it's very expensive, but I knew that talking about my struggles with life wouldn't help at all. My mother remembered how happy I used to be when I used to go to the gym, so she paid for membership during the last month to see if it works.
And it's working. Going to the gym, having a routine, and working on discipline have helped me more than anything. Now I have a sleeping schedule, I'm socializing again and I've made new friends. Arya has helped me too, of course, more than I can explain.
Now, I'm feeling better than ever before and I can't even believe it sometimes.
That's the reason why I disappeared from everybody's life, and I'm really sorry for my friends here and any person who has messaged me worried about my situation and about why I wasn't here. I'm grateful for every one of you from the bottom of my heart. You can't imagine how much.
Once I said that I'm ready to be back here. To try to write something and to interact with all of you. Even so, in case I disappear again ( because of work ) you can follow me on Instagram ( @mariaxmtnz ) and message me there.
Maybe tomorrow I'll open requests for drabbles. And, by the way, I'm sorry for all the requests you sent me months ago and the ones I never posted / written.
Again, thank you for all your messages. I love you â¤
again, thank you so much for all the love and the support you give me and my writings every day. this blog, this winter's family, wouldn't be anything without any of you. i love you all with all my heart, soul, and mind. to celebrate it you're gonna have 15 filthy days, with different kinks, situations and prompts you will pick.
RULES / INFO
if you don't read them, i won't take your request. it's simple.
anons can't send requests, only blogs. i think this is normal since i'm celebrating a followers milestone.
only one request per blog.
you can maximum choose two options: for example, one kink and one situation, or one prompt and one place (...)
they will be drabbles with less than 600 words. unless i feel inspired and motivated with a request in concrete.
feedback is necessary. if you send a request, reblog it when it is posted.
stay hydrated and don't forget that I love you.
KINKS
Choking
Gagging / Deep throat
Tied
Daddy / Mommy
Cockwarming
Double penetration
Spanking
Size difference
Orgasm denial
Getting caught
Remote vibrator
Dirty talk
Knife play
Filming themselves
Thigh riding
Phone call
Clothes on
Mirror
Silent
Any of your choice
PLACES / SITUATIONS
In a car
In an elevator
In a party
In a family celebration
At work
In an alley
In a cinema
In the beach
In a park or wooden area
Any of your choice
AUs
A/B/O
Vampire(s)
Mob
Cop(s)
High School / University
The 40s
Roommates
Teacher(s)
Bookstore
Any of your choice
PROMPTS
âI think it's the first time I've heard you moan⌠It's like hearing angels singingâ.
âDon't apologize about your morning woodâ.
âI just want to please youâ.
âTell me I'm a good boy/girlâ.
âWill be our secretâ.
âI'm yours, you know I'm only yoursâ.
âDo we need a safe word?â
âYou look so good, but imagine how good you'd look with my fingers inside of youâ.
âDon't you dare to touch yourself till I'm on the phone so I can hear you moaning my nameâ.
if tomorrow this blog is still shadowbanned, i'll continue posting for bucky in my other blog @everyhowlmarksthedead till tumblr gives me back the visibility.
i'd appreciate a reblog to spread the word, thank you and i'm sorry for this shitty situation, i don't know what else to do; it's the second day and tumblr doesn't reply to my emails or complaints.
Š gif credits to the author, i found it on google. if you own it, send me a message with your @.
bucky barnes x reader ⢠masterlist.
bucky and you met six years ago in romania, but he disappeared. now, he's back.
word count: 1.8k.
warnings/tags: none.
author notes: none of my stories contain readerâs body descriptions to be inclusive.
Join the tag list here.
requests are open.
Six years had passed since the last time he was with you, before disappearing overnight. He didn't give you any explanation, he didn't even leave a note. He needed to protect you, but he also knew how stubborn you were and that you wouldn't let him take that decision for both. So Bucky simply left, breaking your heart in one thousand pieces. You wanted to understand his reasons, but you couldn't. He promised you eternal love, a life together, moving out of New York âmaybe to a remote place where anyone could recognize him and have peaceful days, without having to be worried about someone coming after him. About someone trying to hurt you.
Since the very first moment you met in Romania, Bucky fell in love with you. Sometimes you still remembered how he started talking to you in Romanian, guessing you were from there until you laughed and replied in English. The next few weeks were like a daydream. Walks, romantic dates, nights of stargazing. Then, you came back to New York and kept in touch by letters, as in the forties or fifties. Until one day. Your friends invited you to a museum and what you discovered there was unbelievable. James, your James, was Captain America's best friend. And he was supposed to be dead.
You wrote to him. You told him you knew it. You told him you didn't care, that you could figure out how to escape from that situation. Together. But he never sent you a letter back. You weren't able to forget him after all that time, still sleeping every night with his red shirt, stupidly fantasizing about the idea of Bucky coming back to you. And your hopes increased when you watched him on TV. The Avengers found him and, even if you tried to contact them somehow to defend your James, you never got it. Nobody believed you, not even when you showed them the letters, not the only picture you conservated of both of you in Bucharest. You prayed to God to help him. You begged God to the world seeing him as you did.
But when Bucky was released on parole, he never tried to look for you. He did know you lived in New York and, with his resources, he'd have known in less than five minutes. One year had passed, and you ended up losing the most minimal hope wrapping your heart. All those things he told you once, were just lies. Lies to inventing a parallel life until you left Romania. Only replying to your letters to have something to lean on for his own good. That's what he demonstrated to you.
bucky's pov
Like every night since he earned part of his freedom, Bucky stared at the windows of your apartment, from the opposite sidewalk hidden behind a tree. Like a ghost. Like he was trained to see but not be seeing. Every night, he wanted to cross the road, call to your door, kiss you, hug you, feel your touch and your love âhold you, and never let you go again. But he knew it was risky, he knew he had to wait for the right time. And it came. Tonight it came. His year of therapy had ended and he was free. Bucky was free to come back home.
He had been watching you since it started, making sure you were safe and sound. He also was aware that you never rebuilt your life with another man, that you tried to find him. That you slept every night with his shirt. Bucky was also aware of all the times you cried for him, that you always walked the same way from your job to your apartment expecting to meet him in some street close to it. He knew you better than you knew yourself.
Taking a deep, deep breath, keeping his hands inside the pockets of his coat, the soldier put a step on the road. The first step to happiness. And then, no one could stop him. He continued to the front door of the building, not needing more than a push to open it. Third floor, fifth door at the right of the corridor. Bucky licked his bottom lip nervously, swallowing as he took a master key from one of his pockets and a small metallic stick to force the lock of your house. He needed to be fast and stealthy, ringing the bell wasn't an option for very obvious reasons. Breaking into the apartment, he closed the door quietly behind his back.
The lights were all turned off a couple of hours ago when you went to sleep, after sitting on the window of your living room waiting for someone who wasn't going to show up, as every night for the last six years. The whole place smelled sweet like you used to. Bucky never forgot your scent, using it as the encouragement he needed to continue fighting for his freedom, for a life together. Now, his heart was racing so quickly that the whole city could hear his beats.
Slowly, he toured the entrance, the living room, the hallway straight to your dorm. The door was half-closed. Not a single noise coming from the inside. Bucky walked towards it, pushing it in slow motion, trying to not wake you up. And if he knew before that could be that easy to watch you sleep âfor creepy that it soundedâ he would have watched you every night since he landed in New York.
Bucky wasn't sure about what to do. If he should wake you up, if he should let you sleep and come the next day after you finished your work. When he wanted to realize, he was running the nail of his index finger on your soft cheek. Your skin was still warm, which meant you fell asleep crying again. And that broke his heart, his soul. Being conscious of all the pain and the suffering he made you being through all that time was killing him from inside. And he wished he could have handled your relationship in another way. But there wasn't another way without you being collateral damage of his past.
Bucky was about to leave when he suddenly felt a hit to his collarbone, stumbling to the bed. He didn't have time to react when your right leg was beneath his cold arm and pinning down his neck, as your left leg was laced around it. Your hand gripping his wrist, immobilizing him, pointing at him with a loaded gun between your free fingers. Your breathing became erratic, your pulse was beating faster than ever, but you were ready to shoot if the occasion required it.
In the middle of the gloom you glimpsed at those deep oceanic blue eyes you had been craving to look at for years. The same eyes on the picture on your nightstand. It has to be another dream. Another nightmare where Bucky came to tell you that everything was going to be okay. But his touch felt so real that it hurt like a million flames burning down your body to ashes. You were paralyzed. Your brain collapsed. In a very slow motion, James âyour Jamesâ raised his right hand from the mattress to above his chest, bringing it to the gun aimed at his head. You couldn't stop him. You tried with all your strength. But the commands sent by your neurons never reached the finger supported against the trigger.
His flesh digits made their way to your trembling hand, as the tears started to sprout out from your eyes. Bucky took the weapon, not needing to ask you to release it, to put it away from the two of you.
âIt's okay, draga mea, it's meâŚâ He whispered with such an angelical and melodic voice, over your dolorous sobs. âMay I, uh⌠get my arm back?â
Bit by bit, you obeyed as if it was some kind of polite order, loosening the grip around his arm and over his neck. Stepping back till your body collided with the headboard, you curled up your knees to your furious chest rising and falling, hiding your face between the gap of both. Your cry became louder, agonic, painful, ripping your throat.
âNoâ Not again⌠Not again, please⌠I câ can'tâ. You implored sorely.
Bucky didn't need to be a genius to understand you firmly believed it was just part of another of your dreams. Another of your nightmares. He sat upon your bed, coming closer to you and landing his cold metallic hand on the back of your head, urging you to raise it. You did. You did raise your burning face because of the tears falling, running down your cheeks. Your blurry gaze focused on his pale blue eyes, begging you silently to forgive him.
âI'm here⌠I'm backâ. Bucky murmured, gently touring your skin until reaching a side of your neck, caressing your throat by using his thumb. âThis is not a dream, draga mea. This is realâ.
His intentions weren't to scare you, speaking to you with such a honeyed tone of voice as he shortened the distance between his body and your legs yet curled. You pouted unconsciously, watching him leaning above your legs to press his lips on the bridge of your nose. Slowly, fondly. Wanting to transmit to you that the flame of his love for you never went out. Resting his forehead against yours, your right hand flew straight to the back of his neck. You had never needed more than you needed him at that precise instant, trying to believe that that wasn't a trick of your subconscious.
â'M so, so sorry⌠I had to protect you⌠I had to protect youâ. Bucky explained while closing his eyes, lacing his free fingers with yours. âBut, uh⌠I know you still drink black coffee with mocha and a stick of cinnamon every Thursday. I know you⌠rent a book from the library and sit on the stairs in your free evenings⌠I know you sleep with this same shirt every nightâ.
Discovering he had been watching you all this time provoked your lips to shiver, as your cry became lower and your breathing was calmer. He guarded your days, in the shadows, till the right moment. And it came. Tonight was the right moment.
âI'm free. I'm not an enemy anymore⌠I'm not a targetâ. Bucky couldn't help but chuckle to hold back his own tears. âI'm so sorryâ.
âWill youâŚ? Will you stay now? With me?â At first, you doubted asking, being afraid of his response for a second.
âNo one will ever set us apart again. No oneâ. He promised you, his heart speaking, telling the absolute truth. âEverything I told you in Bucharest; everything was true. And I⌠I want itâ.
Bucky leaned forward enough inches to make disappear the less distance between both of you, pressing his lips in yours, tenderly caressing your jawline with his thumb as his tears met yours in the corner of your lips. Neither of you could believe that you were reunited after all these years, after all the pain, the loneliness. And like James, your James, said so: no one would ever set you apart again.
feedback is appreciated, please, leave a comment to let me know if you liked it.
Š gif credits to the author, i found it on google. if you own it, send me a message with your @.
bucky barnes x reader ⢠masterlist.
bucky and you met six years ago in romania, but he disappeared. now, he's back.
word count: 1.8k.
warnings/tags: none.
author notes: none of my stories contain readerâs body descriptions to be inclusive.
Join the tag list here.
requests are open.
Six years had passed since the last time he was with you, before disappearing overnight. He didn't give you any explanation, he didn't even leave a note. He needed to protect you, but he also knew how stubborn you were and that you wouldn't let him take that decision for both. So Bucky simply left, breaking your heart in one thousand pieces. You wanted to understand his reasons, but you couldn't. He promised you eternal love, a life together, moving out of New York âmaybe to a remote place where anyone could recognize him and have peaceful days, without having to be worried about someone coming after him. About someone trying to hurt you.
Since the very first moment you met in Romania, Bucky fell in love with you. Sometimes you still remembered how he started talking to you in Romanian, guessing you were from there until you laughed and replied in English. The next few weeks were like a daydream. Walks, romantic dates, nights of stargazing. Then, you came back to New York and kept in touch by letters, as in the forties or fifties. Until one day. Your friends invited you to a museum and what you discovered there was unbelievable. James, your James, was Captain America's best friend. And he was supposed to be dead.
You wrote to him. You told him you knew it. You told him you didn't care, that you could figure out how to escape from that situation. Together. But he never sent you a letter back. You weren't able to forget him after all that time, still sleeping every night with his red shirt, stupidly fantasizing about the idea of Bucky coming back to you. And your hopes increased when you watched him on TV. The Avengers found him and, even if you tried to contact them somehow to defend your James, you never got it. Nobody believed you, not even when you showed them the letters, not the only picture you conservated of both of you in Bucharest. You prayed to God to help him. You begged God to the world seeing him as you did.
But when Bucky was released on parole, he never tried to look for you. He did know you lived in New York and, with his resources, he'd have known in less than five minutes. One year had passed, and you ended up losing the most minimal hope wrapping your heart. All those things he told you once, were just lies. Lies to inventing a parallel life until you left Romania. Only replying to your letters to have something to lean on for his own good. That's what he demonstrated to you.
bucky's pov
Like every night since he earned part of his freedom, Bucky stared at the windows of your apartment, from the opposite sidewalk hidden behind a tree. Like a ghost. Like he was trained to see but not be seeing. Every night, he wanted to cross the road, call to your door, kiss you, hug you, feel your touch and your love âhold you, and never let you go again. But he knew it was risky, he knew he had to wait for the right time. And it came. Tonight it came. His year of therapy had ended and he was free. Bucky was free to come back home.
He had been watching you since it started, making sure you were safe and sound. He also was aware that you never rebuilt your life with another man, that you tried to find him. That you slept every night with his shirt. Bucky was also aware of all the times you cried for him, that you always walked the same way from your job to your apartment expecting to meet him in some street close to it. He knew you better than you knew yourself.
Taking a deep, deep breath, keeping his hands inside the pockets of his coat, the soldier put a step on the road. The first step to happiness. And then, no one could stop him. He continued to the front door of the building, not needing more than a push to open it. Third floor, fifth door at the right of the corridor. Bucky licked his bottom lip nervously, swallowing as he took a master key from one of his pockets and a small metallic stick to force the lock of your house. He needed to be fast and stealthy, ringing the bell wasn't an option for very obvious reasons. Breaking into the apartment, he closed the door quietly behind his back.
The lights were all turned off a couple of hours ago when you went to sleep, after sitting on the window of your living room waiting for someone who wasn't going to show up, as every night for the last six years. The whole place smelled sweet like you used to. Bucky never forgot your scent, using it as the encouragement he needed to continue fighting for his freedom, for a life together. Now, his heart was racing so quickly that the whole city could hear his beats.
Slowly, he toured the entrance, the living room, the hallway straight to your dorm. The door was half-closed. Not a single noise coming from the inside. Bucky walked towards it, pushing it in slow motion, trying to not wake you up. And if he knew before that could be that easy to watch you sleep âfor creepy that it soundedâ he would have watched you every night since he landed in New York.
Bucky wasn't sure about what to do. If he should wake you up, if he should let you sleep and come the next day after you finished your work. When he wanted to realize, he was running the nail of his index finger on your soft cheek. Your skin was still warm, which meant you fell asleep crying again. And that broke his heart, his soul. Being conscious of all the pain and the suffering he made you being through all that time was killing him from inside. And he wished he could have handled your relationship in another way. But there wasn't another way without you being collateral damage of his past.
Bucky was about to leave when he suddenly felt a hit to his collarbone, stumbling to the bed. He didn't have time to react when your right leg was beneath his cold arm and pinning down his neck, as your left leg was laced around it. Your hand gripping his wrist, immobilizing him, pointing at him with a loaded gun between your free fingers. Your breathing became erratic, your pulse was beating faster than ever, but you were ready to shoot if the occasion required it.
In the middle of the gloom you glimpsed at those deep oceanic blue eyes you had been craving to look at for years. The same eyes on the picture on your nightstand. It has to be another dream. Another nightmare where Bucky came to tell you that everything was going to be okay. But his touch felt so real that it hurt like a million flames burning down your body to ashes. You were paralyzed. Your brain collapsed. In a very slow motion, James âyour Jamesâ raised his right hand from the mattress to above his chest, bringing it to the gun aimed at his head. You couldn't stop him. You tried with all your strength. But the commands sent by your neurons never reached the finger supported against the trigger.
His flesh digits made their way to your trembling hand, as the tears started to sprout out from your eyes. Bucky took the weapon, not needing to ask you to release it, to put it away from the two of you.
âIt's okay, draga mea, it's meâŚâ He whispered with such an angelical and melodic voice, over your dolorous sobs. âMay I, uh⌠get my arm back?â
Bit by bit, you obeyed as if it was some kind of polite order, loosening the grip around his arm and over his neck. Stepping back till your body collided with the headboard, you curled up your knees to your furious chest rising and falling, hiding your face between the gap of both. Your cry became louder, agonic, painful, ripping your throat.
âNoâ Not again⌠Not again, please⌠I câ can'tâ. You implored sorely.
Bucky didn't need to be a genius to understand you firmly believed it was just part of another of your dreams. Another of your nightmares. He sat upon your bed, coming closer to you and landing his cold metallic hand on the back of your head, urging you to raise it. You did. You did raise your burning face because of the tears falling, running down your cheeks. Your blurry gaze focused on his pale blue eyes, begging you silently to forgive him.
âI'm here⌠I'm backâ. Bucky murmured, gently touring your skin until reaching a side of your neck, caressing your throat by using his thumb. âThis is not a dream, draga mea. This is realâ.
His intentions weren't to scare you, speaking to you with such a honeyed tone of voice as he shortened the distance between his body and your legs yet curled. You pouted unconsciously, watching him leaning above your legs to press his lips on the bridge of your nose. Slowly, fondly. Wanting to transmit to you that the flame of his love for you never went out. Resting his forehead against yours, your right hand flew straight to the back of his neck. You had never needed more than you needed him at that precise instant, trying to believe that that wasn't a trick of your subconscious.
â'M so, so sorry⌠I had to protect you⌠I had to protect youâ. Bucky explained while closing his eyes, lacing his free fingers with yours. âBut, uh⌠I know you still drink black coffee with mocha and a stick of cinnamon every Thursday. I know you⌠rent a book from the library and sit on the stairs in your free evenings⌠I know you sleep with this same shirt every nightâ.
Discovering he had been watching you all this time provoked your lips to shiver, as your cry became lower and your breathing was calmer. He guarded your days, in the shadows, till the right moment. And it came. Tonight was the right moment.
âI'm free. I'm not an enemy anymore⌠I'm not a targetâ. Bucky couldn't help but chuckle to hold back his own tears. âI'm so sorryâ.
âWill youâŚ? Will you stay now? With me?â At first, you doubted asking, being afraid of his response for a second.
âNo one will ever set us apart again. No oneâ. He promised you, his heart speaking, telling the absolute truth. âEverything I told you in Bucharest; everything was true. And I⌠I want itâ.
Bucky leaned forward enough inches to make disappear the less distance between both of you, pressing his lips in yours, tenderly caressing your jawline with his thumb as his tears met yours in the corner of your lips. Neither of you could believe that you were reunited after all these years, after all the pain, the loneliness. And like James, your James, said so: no one would ever set you apart again.
feedback is appreciated, please, leave a comment to let me know if you liked it.
hey! iâm trying to find this bucky x pyrokinetic!reader enemies to lovers mini series (i think it was 3 parts) where tony puts shock discs on their necks to force them to get along. do you know it?
hiiii unfortunately i am not familiar with it but it sounds interesting!
if any of my followers know it, please help anon out! â¤
again, thank you so much for all the love and the support you give me and my writings every day. this blog, this winter's family, wouldn't be anything without any of you. i love you all with all my heart, soul, and mind. to celebrate it you're gonna have 15 filthy days, with different kinks, situations and prompts you will pick.
RULES / INFO
if you don't read them, i won't take your request. it's simple.
anons can't send requests, only blogs. i think this is normal since i'm celebrating a followers milestone.
only one request per blog.
you can maximum choose two options: for example, one kink and one situation, or one prompt and one place (...)
they will be drabbles with less than 600 words. unless i feel inspired and motivated with a request in concrete.
feedback is necessary. if you send a request, reblog it when it is posted.
stay hydrated and don't forget that I love you.
KINKS
Choking
Gagging / Deep throat
Tied
Daddy / Mommy
Cockwarming
Double penetration
Spanking
Size difference
Orgasm denial
Getting caught
Remote vibrator
Dirty talk
Knife play
Filming themselves
Thigh riding
Phone call
Clothes on
Mirror
Silent
Any of your choice
PLACES / SITUATIONS
In a car
In an elevator
In a party
In a family celebration
At work
In an alley
In a cinema
In the beach
In a park or wooden area
Any of your choice
AUs
A/B/O
Vampire(s)
Mob
Cop(s)
High School / University
The 40s
Roommates
Teacher(s)
Bookstore
Any of your choice
PROMPTS
âI think it's the first time I've heard you moan⌠It's like hearing angels singingâ.
âDon't apologize about your morning woodâ.
âI just want to please youâ.
âTell me I'm a good boy/girlâ.
âWill be our secretâ.
âI'm yours, you know I'm only yoursâ.
âDo we need a safe word?â
âYou look so good, but imagine how good you'd look with my fingers inside of youâ.
âDon't you dare to touch yourself till I'm on the phone so I can hear you moaning my nameâ.
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