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Guys, this is the 2nd part of "Nothing for beginners". I try to not fuck up the orthography this time. As there's a lot of going on in my mind I got so many ideas in my head but I wanted to split it up. Have fun while reading :)

18+ NSFW Contents: explicit language, sex, dirty talk, good girl, blowjob, deepthroat, fingersex, cum, hair pulling, degrading/f, unprotected p in v and a etc. (last update: 08:22 CET, May 4th)

I'm sorry but I was stuck some time. Will upload the last part in the evening.

Not sure if there'll be a part 3 but that's it for now.

I've written so much more first but had to delete it and write it again because I didn't like how things went. I hope you enjoyed this. New Folio stuff is coming soon :)

I miss the way you say my name

I had a good time in Glasgow, but I was glad to be back home. Somehow I often thought about the night with Craig and Nick. That had to stop. Determined to download Tinder and continue living out my sexual fantasies, it took a while for it to happen again. And of course it was never the same. Every man was different. And there was still the same old problem. You had sex, you wrote and then: nothing. Just ghosted. But a second time with Nick and Craig would have been the death of me. Even before I met Nick in person for the first time, I was on the verge of having a crush. I had such a crush on him. And Craig was just hot. Sexy as fuck. Actually the exact opposite of Nick with his bad boy attitude. Nick was hot too, but he was also the sweetest guy you could imagine for a relationship. The way he cared about me and always realised immediately when Craig had overstepped the boundaries a little. He gave me affection and that was what I had always missed and still missed. A message popped up on my mobile phone: "Bandsintown: Bad Omens". I opened the message immediately and looked at the tour dates. My city wasn't there. The next one was London. Never mind. Let's go. "Bad Omens are coming to London in three months. Are you coming with me?" I wrote to my friend.

"Just had a look. Unfortunately, I can't make it. It's a friend's wedding." I was already used to travelling somewhere alone or going to concerts. I didn't want to miss anything and I was never alone. I was already looking for an outfit on the internet. I wanted it to be sexy that evening. I didn't care if everyone thought I was one of the drooling Noah fans. Noah was attractive to me, nothing more. At the end of the day, I was still a fan of the music, whereas Nick was really exceptionally great in every way. He was just perfect. And immediately Craig came back into my head and I couldn't stop thinking about how well he'd fucked me. Hard and soft again. But how he also became calmer again and finally very tame. In the meantime, I saw a video of him on YouTube. He told me that he wasn't doing well. I was sorry to hear that, but I wasn't surprised either. Yes, I had prejudices, but they were so often confirmed. Guys with so many tattoos had a chip on their shoulder, but they were just as dirty as I was when it came to sex and that's why I was attracted to them. As I said, neck tattoos were my kink. It was just so sexy, I couldn't get away from it. Finding a guy like Nick was impossible in my city. A guy like Craig was also rather difficult, but not impossible. There were only asses or bores here, nothing in between. No cool musicians. Just singer-songwriter stuff or ghetto rap. Urgh, no. I wasn't happy. But I couldn't make my happiness dependent on any men. I filtered the search results by black and my dress size. Apart from a short black skirt and knee-high leather boots, I didn't find anything else. I looked in a sex store online. There we go. There were so many sexy corsets and bodysuits. I decided on a black lace top. It was a little transparent and tight, but not too much. It was just the right thing. Bad Omens my ass. Good Omens, I grinned to myself. I also had a matching necklace. A black lace choker. If that didn't bring me luck, I'd get my money's worth again that evening at the latest, but there was still time until then and the search for cute or hot tattooed guys who I liked and weren't looking for a steady relationship was proving difficult despite Tinder. So I had no choice but to keep thinking about that one night with Nick and Craig. My second threesome, but the best one I've ever had and probably would have. That was certain.

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I was still searching for myself. Who was I and why was I like this? Did I want to be like this? What did I want? It was easier and more relaxed to find out on vacation or when I wasn't in my city. I liked to escape my everyday life, even if it sometimes made me unhappy. But most of the time I had a good time when I was somewhere else. London calling. My ordered clothes finally arrived and I tried them on in front of the mirror. It looked hot. I felt comfortable, even though it was very sexy and I was otherwise rather inconspicuous. But when I went out, I enjoyed it when the occasional glance came my way. Everything fitted perfectly, even though my body didn't. I had lost a bit of weight, but the clothes gave me more curves than I actually had. I was amazed at how round and big my ass looked. This was my outfit for London. I was really looking forward to getting off the plane tomorrow, getting ready at the hotel and then going to the concert. Because I wanted to be at the front of the line, I decided to take a 7 a.m. flight. Due to the time difference, I landed in London at 7 a.m., so I still had plenty of time. London was so cool. I loved the city and the people. Everything was chaotic and hectic, but still tidy. Everything just worked. First, I had a few sandwiches for breakfast that I had bought at the supermarket. Then I showered and got ready. Fuck, I have to say, I looked good. But I also felt good. I kept my make-up natural like every day, except my eyelashes. Today is time for fake lashes. It would be dark anyway, but my eyes should be easy to see. I started queuing at the venue at lunchtime. There must have been 100 fans already in front of me, all looking forward to Noah and his band. They started singing together "I can wait for you at the bottom, I can stay away if you want me to". Haha, I didn't want to stay away. I wanted to see Nick destroy his drum kit again. I already knew I would go crazy; as soon as he came on stage I would scream "Fuck it up Foliooo". I don't even know where that came from, but that was the battle cry when he was pounding his kit like there was no tomorrow. It was so intense every time. And it was so nice to see how he started with a t-shirt and at some point was on stage without one. How he closed his eyes from time to time, but still continued to play aggressively. How he sweated and poured water from a little bottle over his head to cool himself down.

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Nick was one of the best drummers of our time. And he was cute and sexy. I was actually glad that not too many people were noticing him that much and that more fans were focused on Noah. But since I'd already had sex with him anyway, it didn't really matter. He had chosen me because he saw something in me. Oh yes, actually it was that I wasn't sexy, but natural and wearing slightly oversized clothes. But come on, all men were the same. Everyone liked sexy women too. I was a bit overdressed and didn't really fit in with the other fans. Most of them had lots of tattoos, piercings, Bad Omes shirts or other merch. I, on the other hand, looked like I wanted to have sex with someone tonight. That was true, but I felt just comfortable and sometimes I wanted to show off a sexy side of me. It took forever to get inside the venue. I spent about 4 hours waiting on my phone. When the doors opened, a message came in on Instagram. "I miss the way you say my name..."It was a message from a group chat with Craig and Nick. WTF. Craig had obviously created a group and added Nick and me. No one else was in it. Confused by this, I found a place to stand in the 3rd row and put my phone in my shoulder bag. The first two rows were already full. They had to be the VIP ticket holders. Too bad. If a tall guy stood in front of me or someone was filming every two seconds, I wouldn't see as much of Nick as I wanted to. Suddenly someone covered my eyes from behind. Some male hands. He said nothing and moved his head closer to me. "Who have we here?" In the heat of the moment, I slapped his hands away. "Are you crazy? How dare you just touch me like that?" I turned around and it was Craig. "You always liked it when I touched you," he said. I couldn't believe my eyes. "No" I squeaked and hugged him fiercely. "What are you doing here?" "I think Bad Omens are playing here tonight. And we have a date, my girl." "Is that so, yeah?" I said seductively. "It's also Nick's birthday." "Today?" Oh god, I was such a bad fan. Craig nodded. He took my hand "You look so different." "Different? Because I dressed sexy? I want to have fun tonight." "That's what we all want" he said and looked deep into my eyes. I couldn't hold eye contact for long. "Oh, are you my shy little sexy girl?" he whispered in my ear. I pulled my phone out of my pocket and typed a message into the group chat he had created "The way you fuck, the way you taste..." I grinned and held the phone right up to his face. "How did you even find me on Instagram?" "Who knows" he said mysteriously. "What is it, are you coming backstage with me?" he said and took my right hand. It felt so good. He had beautiful hands. Just like Nick. Must be because they were drummers. I hesitated. "I don't know." "Oh, come on. I know you. I know exactly what you want." "I'm not that kind of girl." "No, you're a good girl, I know that." he said wickedly. "MY good girl. And Nick's good girl too?". His question made me blush. "God, you're so hot when you're embarrassed. You look so innocent and you know exactly how that turns me on." He walked off and just pulled me with him. It was my first time in any backstage. Everything was labeled, but there was a lot of chaos. Tens of people were running back and forth. You could hardly understand your own words because someone was always shouting something at someone else. "Can we see Nick?" "Not before the show. He needs his time at the practice pad." I nodded. Craig pulled me into the backstage restroom and sat me down on the sink facing him. "Don't ever do that again." he said. "What?" He didn't answer, just looked deep into my eyes and brushed his hands from my shoulders down to my hips.

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"Showing up somewhere so sexy. Was that your plan today? Were you going to pick someone up to have sex?" I realized how the blood immediately rushed to my face. "My sweet little slut. Why so embarrassed?" "Craig," I whimpered. "What are you wearing underneath this time? Your sexy black fuck-me underwear again?" "Why don't you find out?!" I said cheekily. "Later." He just left me sitting there and walked up to the door. "Come on, babe." I toddled after him. We went into the catering room and sat down on a couch. Noah came in, gave me a quick look, just said "Hey" or "Hi" and then disappeared again. "Is he cute?" Craig asked me. "Who?" "You know exactly who I mean. About 90% of all the women today are here just for him." "Craig, stop teasing me. You can already see that I don't really fit in here." "That's true. You're a good bad girl." he grinned as he placed his hand on the inside of my thigh. I shivered. "You'd better relax. It'll be exhausting later" he said coldly. "For you, maybe. I'll just lie there and spread my legs" I whispered in his ear and gave him a kiss on his tattooed neck. I couldn't stop. "You like neck tattoos, is that possible?" "Yes, it makes every man 10 times sexier," I said. He patted his lap with both hands.

"Jump on!" I got up, stood in front of him and slowly sat down on his lap. "I've told you before, I'm not a porn actress. You can't just use me like that." He grabbed my ass "You've lost weight, but your ass has gotten better. How is that possible?"

"You're imagining it." "I know your ass like I know my dick," he said, tugging lightly on my hair. "I don't know. Just be happy." "Your tits haven't changed." "Craaaiiggg," I said admonishingly. "Calm down. You're just hot. I'm a man." Yes, he was a man. And what a man. A macho man, but I loved the way he made me hot and gave me superficial compliments because I knew he still respected me. He just couldn't show it like Nick did. "Please don't hurt me again." "Again?" he asked, surprised. "Yes, remember the boundaries." "I'm sorry. I'm an asshole sometimes, I know." "But a sweet asshole," I said, taking his head in my hands and giving him a quick kiss on the mouth. "It makes me horny when you're shy like that." "Craig, seriously now. How are you doing? I saw your video. A couple weeks ago you said you weren't feeling well mentally. Are you feeling better?"

"Well, there are ups and downs in life" he said, shrugging his shoulders. "Tell me something new" I said with a sigh. "And how are you? Why are you here and alone?" "I like to get away from my everyday life. Unfortunately, my girlfriend couldn't come with me." "Is she as hot as you?" Craig asked, earning a dirty look from me. "Sorry!" he said, raising both hands apologetically.

I would never share a guy with another woman. Even if it was just for sex. I knew I would be fucked up, being jealous. All I wanted was one men or two to worship me and fuck me gentle and hard just like I needed it. Or maybe even one more man?

"Nick will be very happy about my birthday present." he grinned. "What have you got for him?". "Think carefully," he said. I giggled. He ran his hands up to my neck, as if he wanted to choke me, but he just kept his hands on my neck. "Such a beautiful necklace. Such a pretty, dainty neck." I thanked him shyly and enjoyed his dominant gesture. His right hand was still on my neck while his left hand moved further down and found its place between my thighs. I moaned softly in his ear. "What if someone sees this?" "No one will see. Chill." He wasn't very gentle when he got to the inside of my thigh and pinched once hard. I let out a short cry. "Ssshh. You have to be quiet," he said and put his index finger over my mouth.

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I got up from his lap and had left a stain on his shirt because my cunt was wet again. My thong was so soaked, wanting to feel his huge dick inside me again. I looked at the stain I left and then he noticed it too. "I knew you'd be our good girl. Already soaked as fuck" he smiled and shaked his head. "Does a good girl really leak?" I asked bitchily. "Are you going to be loud and bitchy again?" he asked harshly and grabbed my hair jerkily. "Do I have to remind you who you are again? You decide. Do you want to be a good girl or a bad girl?"

"Maybe both." "You know how bad I am at controlling myself. It's cheeky of you to mess up my shirt and not even apologize." "Awww. It's only your own fault, so please." Our delightful sexual dialog turned me on. He turned me on and I was even more turned on by the fact that I didn't know how Nick would react to me. I wondered how he would look at me, where he would look first, how I should greet him. It was just different with Nick. "What are you thinking about? Tell me." "Let me." I grinned spoiledly. "I know what you're thinking, but I want to hear it from you." I sighed. "I don't know how to greet Nick. I wonder what he'll think of my outfit. I thought he said he liked oversized shirts and all that stuff." "You really need to relax, baby," Craig said, rolling his eyes. "You don't know how to greet him. Are you serious?" he asked, raising his eyebrows dismissively. "It must be insanely exhausting being a woman. That you always have to make such a science out of everything." he continued.

I appreciated his honest nature, but I hated the fact that he obviously couldn't even think for a moment and be empathetic. It didn't occur to him that women were socialized differently. Or rather, he enjoyed precisely these advantages. The good, nodding girl. A slut in bed and generally submissive, the man dominant, above it all. I had him figured out before I had ever spoken a word to him. C. "I know our threesome was his first. He'll never forget you for that alone." His words made my heart beat faster and fireworks explode inside me. C: "And on his birthday, he only deserves the best, right?" "The good girl or the bad girl?" "That's up to him to decide. I'll let him decide today." Craig said. "Fuck me up Folio," I said quietly, my head spinning.

"Didn't you just want to spread your legs, huh? That doesn't sound like it" Craig said with a very nasty look. "What do you want me to say?" Craig let his hand wander between my thighs, pushed my thong aside and stuck his thumb in my wet pussy. I was about to enjoy it, but he pulled it right back out and stuck it in my mouth. "How does that taste, huh?" "What if someone sees this?" "Answer my question." "You know the answer." "I want to hear it from you, you little whore," he said softly. It turned me on when he called me that. "After a sweet but depraved girl," I replied sheepishly. "You're really good. A role model for all the other women." he smiled dirty. I loved his dirty smile. It made me even hotter for what was going to happen later. "It's about to start. Come on, let's enjoy the show now." he said, standing up and pulling me up with his hand. Craig's shirt hugged his muscular torso and matched well with his hair, eyes and skin tone. He pulled me easily behind him, a sign of dominance. We both knew he had his pants on and anyone else with any knowledge of human nature picked up on it immediately. You could immediately feel his dominant aura in the whole room. He decided when it was going to start, with what and when and how I felt. We stood in the front row in front of the stage. Nick was the first to come on stage. He was wearing a black T-shirt and ripped black jeans. "Isn't he cute?" Craig asked teasingly. Before Nick threw the first punch, I shouted "Fuck it up, Foliooo!" and froze shortly afterwards. It was relatively quiet at that moment. Astonished looks from the crew wandered over to me, grinning. A few shook their heads. "Please don't embarrass me," Craig pleaded. "I never would." I grinned. I was full of adrenaline. A firework display of all sorts of happiness messengers spread. Noah stormed onto the stage and kicked in. The crowd went wild. The women screamed. It was unbelievably loud. "Oh my god, Noaaaahh" I heard over and over again. My eyes only paid attention to Nick. I couldn't take my eyes off him. He was an animal on the drums. The way he hit it harder and harder just turned me on. I got goose bumps. "Do you actually play like that live?" I asked Craig. "Something like that. You think it's sexy, huh?" "What a question. Look at him. The way he rapes his kit." Craig's hand went down to my ass. He pushed me aside until we were behind a pillar. "Such bad words coming out of your mouth." he shook his head. His right hand wandered under my tight, short skirt and sought its way between my ass cheeks. "I can't keep my hands off you." I enjoyed the way he was getting horny with me. "I know," I grinned.

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He kissed my neck while standing behind me and couldn't take his eyes off my round ass. His kisses became wilder and wilder. "And you smell so good again."

I turned to face him and wrapped my arms around his neck. We were almost the same height because I was wearing my new high boots. "Weren't we going to enjoy the show?" I asked, not giving him a chance to answer. I licked his lips and grabbed his crotch. "You must be close to exploding." I grinned wickedly and pulled him back to the front row in front of the pillar. For the rest of the time, Craig barely touched me and stood next to me. I know it was hard for him. I refrained from my provocations because I didn't want to get any more funny looks from the crew. "Do you want another drink? Your throat must be dry," Craig asked. "Just some water." "Water. So good. I can't believe it" he laughed, shaking his head.

He pressed the water into my hand. I drank it down quickly. "It'll be less painful for you if you drink another one." "Craig," I said angrily and banged him against his chest. He gave my hair a jerky tug. "Are you being cheeky again?" he said with a nasty look. I tried to apologize, but couldn't manage it. Wordlessly, he pulled me by my right hand back into the catering room and pressed a shot into my hand. "What's this?" "Coffee liqueur. You're unrelaxed and you don't want to be unrelaxed on Nick's birthday and embarrass me, do you?" I looked at him like a little innocent girl and shook my head. His right index finger slid across my face to my lips. "Lick it" he ordered me. I sucked on it briefly and looked him in the eye. "That's good. Be a good girl. Don't always act so innocent and then get bitchy. One more action like that and you'll be begging us to stop fucking you." "That will never happen," I replied confidently.

"I'd love to know who you would have picked up here tonight if I hadn't been here. Would you have tried to get backstage?" "How would I have tried? As if anyone would have let me in." Craig just grinned. "How?" "I don't know anything," he grinned further. "You mean I'm Noah's type of woman? Or one of the others?" I asked curiously. "If your ego gets too big, I won't like you." "Yes, of course. I'm always supposed to be your slutty little girl," I said, rolling my eyes. "Nick's at the most. But I don't have to share you with anyone else. So who would you have picked up here today?" "No one at all. I would have gotten picked up. I'm far too shy. I've never approached a guy in my life. Okay, once, but I was drunk then, so that doesn't count."

"Are you really shy or are you just pretending?" "I'm really shy. And my ego is only big because you indirectly give me lots of compliments. No one has ever said things like that to me before. And of course it's a nice feeling when you're desired and then by famous people you like yourself. That boosts the ego, of course. But that doesn't mean I become arrogant," I said seriously. "I know what it's like to be depressed. That's why sometimes I just have to get away and let myself be steered and give up control to get it back."

"Depression is a fucking asshole," Craig confirmed. I nodded. The first time we'd ever talked so deeply. I rested my head on his shoulder. "But please don't hurt me. Don't be too rough on me." "I thought you were into it." "I am, but sometimes you go a step too far." "I'll make it up to you, I promise. You're my, our good girl anyway." I bit my lower lip lightly. "You love playing with me too, don't you? Fuck, you're hot and I'm sure you know it." "Yes, I feel good and yes, I think I'm hot, especially today." "I can't wait to stick my hard cock in your sweet, tight cunt again." "But Nick gets to decide everything today, you mean, don't you? It's his birthday after all. What if he doesn't want to? Will you fuck me on your own then?" "He'll want you. I know him. And yes, he gets to decide everything today. I'm so happy because I have the best gift. No one will be able to top that." grinned contentedly.

"How old are you, if you don't want to reveal your name?"

"Almost as old as you."

"Really?" he asked incredulously.

"Yes, mid-30s" I smiled.

"I thought you might be 2-3 years older than Nick."

"Haha, did Nick think that too? Were you still talking about me?"

Craig nodded dumbly. "Awww, how cute." I pinched his cheek and he did the same, mimicking me. "Come on, let's get back to the show up front," I said, motioning my head towards the door before picking up the handle. "Don't shake your ass so sexy. You're driving me crazy." Just before I was about to open the door completely, Craig grabbed hold of me, turned me to face him and pushed me against the door with a jerk. It slammed shut with a loud bang. "Just feel it one more time," he continued, slowly inserting his right index finger between my thighs, which immediately began to tremble. "You're such an incredibly good girl. And so horny and dirty. You'll never disappoint" he said wickedly in my ear. I licked his finger and looked him in the eyes with a depraved look. He put his hand on my neck. I enjoyed his dominance. I moaned softly. The door opened because there was someone who wanted to get inside the room. We jerked our clothes into place. Craig placed my short skirt the right way putting his left hand and slap it as we went through the door, grinning, we walked back to the stage and watched the rest of the concert. When the guys left the stage Craig pulled me into a backstage room and closed the door directly. The boys' photographer was still in there. Craig told him to bring Nick in later because he had a surprise. The boys' backstage room was a different one. Craig and I spent the time in the crew's backstage and the band in another room. There was a knock. Craig pushed me off his lap "Get behind the couch quick." I did as he said. "Yooo Craig, what's up? You got any surprises for me?" Nick came in cheerfully. I didn't dare look yet, but his voice sounded like he was still out of breath. "The best surprise imaginable" Craig grinned and tapped twice next to him. "Sit down and close your eyes." I heard him flop down on the couch. Craig tapped me and whispered in my ear, "Sit on his lap slowly so he can only see you from behind."

I smelled Nick's sweat and his perfume at the same time. He looked exhausted, but also happy. Craig guided Nick's hands to my hips. Nick continued to my ass as best he could. "A stripper?" he asked, opening his eyes. I turned around and sat facing him on his lap again. "Happy birthday, baby," I whispered in his ear. Nick froze and then hugged me. "The mysterious girl whose name I'm not allowed to know." "I'm just a stripper," I grinned. "Ha-ha. Sorry!" Nick said and laughed sheepishly. "Somehow I was hoping for a different reaction." Craig said. "Dude, I just played a show in front of 5000 people. I'm through. I can't even process this. You definitely have the best gift of all." Craig and I looked at each other and grinned with satisfaction. "Turn around again," Craig said to me. I didn't understand exactly what he wanted at first. "And stand up." Hesitant because of his instructions, I now stood in front of Nick with my back to him. "Tell me her ass has gotten hornier. Right?" "Don't make her look so cheap." Nick said. "I'm not doing that. Our good girl doesn't know yet whether she should be good or bad today. And because it's your birthday, it's up to you to decide. Look, the stain here is hers. She sat on me with her wet cunt earlier."Nick shook his head and stood up. "We'd better go to an empty room. Or you can come to the hotel, even better. But first we'll have a toast with the others. Come on," Nick took my hand. Craig went after me and had to watch how Nick would rule over me today. I know that he didn't really like that. "Don't worry about it. You'll like it. Think of my pussy." I whispered wickedly in his ear and gave him a satisfied grin. The band, as well as the rest of the crew, were about 30 people who were now still in a too-cramped room with Craig and me. We all stood in a circle around Nick. He started to make a speech of sorts, carelessly pouring a brown liquid from a large bottle over a tray of shot glasses.

"Cheers!" he said to everyone before holding the tray out to them.

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Not knowing what it was, I bumped into him and Craig again on my own. "Hey, look me in the eye. Otherwise you'll have seven years of bad sex" I grinned. I downed it. It was the coffee liqueur. The sweet liquid was sticky on my tongue and lips. I realized there was only one other woman in the room besides me. Noah held out a second shot glass to Craig and me and clinked glasses with us.

Nick was here and there. He was the center of attention, but he should be on his birthday. I noticed that the other people were reacting very cautiously to me. Hadn't I said I wouldn't have cared if everyone thought I was one of the drooling Noah fans? Well, maybe I did care after all. Craig pulled me a little further away in a moment. "Come on, let's go to the hotel. It smells like wild animals in here." "Wait." I hugged Nick once tightly and didn't want to let him go. "We'll wait for you at the hotel." Actually, the band always stayed in double rooms, but today Craig shared a room with Nick. "But you keep your hands off her until I get there," Nick warned jokingly. If only he knew what Craig had already done to me. Craig pulled me a little behind him again. "Why are you in such a hurry?" C: "I hate the way he looks at you." "What?" I asked, shocked. "What's wrong with you now? Are you jealous now because things aren't going your way today?" C: "I don't mean Nick. Nick is like a brother to me." Craig scowled. "You don't understand. You're our girl. I'm not going to let him undress you and fuck you with his eyes."

"I can't believe it. You're afraid I'm going to let Noah fuck me?" I laughed at him.

"Did he?" I asked excitedly. It was strange that I was so popular with men recently, but had never been anywhere near as desirable in my life.

Craig was silent at first. "Would you have with him?" He avoided saying fuck or sex. "Craig...Noah is attractive. I mean, look at his body. His muscles, his broad shoulders, his upper arms...And then those neck tattoos," I gushed deliberately. Craig clenched his teeth. He was angry and offended. His jaw began to crack. "But I wouldn't go with him..." I already stopped saying the word. "And you should know that. I don't know what makes you think that. I like drummers. I had kinky thoughts with you and Nick before I saw you live for the first time. I knew I wanted you both. Do you remember how you said to me that I fucked you with my eyes in the restaurant? That's how it was and that's how it is now. You are my dream men. I don't need anyone else. Well, you know what I mean."

"Go on."

"Well, we don't all live in the same country. Of course we're not going to have sex every few weeks. So of course I have fun with others, but it's never like with you. I was somehow born in the wrong country."

"That's how it feels to me, too."

But Craig also seemed to forget that I was actually a fan of Nick and of him. I'd never gotten close to Craig because to me he was just the hot, cheeky guy from the Downbeat podcast. Still, there was something between us. And between me and Nick it wasn't a fan thing anymore either, after all we'd had sex.

"You really are extremely dominant. I can hardly imagine you really letting Nick take the helm today." "Yes, it's his birthday. He gets to call the shots today. But I'll definitely get my money's worth too. And if I have to fuck you alone afterwards."

"Oh, you don't have to do anything," I grinned.

"But you want it and you need it. You need me and Nick. I know you do. You said it yourself. Because we know how to deal with a whorish girl like you." His words kept showing how dominant he was and I loved it. I trembled. I liked being called a whore, a good girl and all that stuff. I couldn't get away from him.

"You can't do without me either. You of all people couldn't be in a room with me and keep your hands off me for a second. You want me. You want my pussy."

"Yes, I could. But I can barely go a second without thinking about how you use yourself and let me do everything to you." "Not everything," I said.

"Tell me." "Oh, it doesn't matter." I waved it off. The Uber came and took us to the hotel. Craig's head rattled the whole ride. He was thinking.

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When we arrived, he opened the car door for me and held out his hand. "Lady." Flashback. "Don't call me that" I said, annoyed.

"I know, but as long as Nick isn't here, I call the shots. If you're so easily provoked, it's not my problem. Do you want the Uber driver to think I got myself a whore?"

"Do I look like one?" "I love it, but I don't want to expose you. I want everyone to think you're my girl so they don't get any stupid ideas. Do you understand?" It was the first time Craig had tried to protect me, and probably not out of jealousy. We got in the elevator and rode to the 4th floor. "But how come you're never jealous with Nick?"

"1st because he's like a brother to me. 2nd we both met you at the same time and fucked like you need it" Craig purred. "I can't be jealous when I know he's giving you something I can't give you."

"You could, but you don't want to change."

C: "What for? I like sharing you with Nick. He's good for you and he protects you from me." I didn't think Craig would be so self-reflective.

I smiled with satisfaction.

Our cell phones beeped in quick succession. We grinned at each other. Craig pulled the key card out of his wallet and opened the hotel room door. He let me go in first and walked in close behind me. "You smell so good. And damn you're so sexy." he whispered in my ear, slapping my ass. "Like I said: Not for a second." I grinned.

"Sssshhh. Sometimes you talk too much." Me too much? "Sit on the bed." he said in an affectionate tone. I had never heard his voice like that before. It unsettled me. He sat down on a chair opposite me.

"God, you're hot. You're going to be destroyed by us ftoday, you whore." He bit his lower lip.

I saved myself the trouble of wondering if I'd get paid today to keep him from exploding. Right now Craig was unpredictable. The way he looked at me, the way he spoke to me, how distant he was from me physically - I didn't know any of that.

He stood up and gave me a dirty kiss. He grabbed my chin. "I've never had a girl like you. You're good to me. You're smart, you listen, you learn fast." I didn't know what that was all about. "And you're so fucking hot when you're insecure. I love it. I want you to know you're special."I smiled sheepishly. "Of course I'm looking forward to your cock, but even more so if you start with your fingers right away and later Nick does whatever he wants to me. I hope you realize how valuable I am."

He sat back down on the chair opposite me. "Spread your legs, baby. Just for me." Hesitantly, I did as he said. My miniskirt hiked its way up my thighs on its own. "Lean back a little so you're half lying, half sitting." he ordered me further. "I knew it. You're wearing your fuck-me underwear again. But answer me one question..." he said quietly and came closer to my ear. "Why is it so shiny between your legs? Are you that excited about my cock?" "Why else would I be leaking, Craig?" "Eh eh. I ask the questions here. You just answer them nicely, okay?" he said gently. My phone beeped again. I moved my arm to my bag. "Don't you dare!" Craig admonished me. "So?" "You are very valuable. You slutty girl. What and who made you whorish like that?" I shrugged my shoulders. "Men."

"It's such a shame that we didn't get to know each other sooner. I would have loved to have been the one to teach you everything to make you what you are now."

"What am I?"

"You know that very well. You tell me." he said dismissively.

Whenever he spoke to me like that, I became insecure and shy because I never knew what would come next.

"I love sex with you and Nick. Am I a slut now?"

My eyes wandered between his legs. His cock was huge and hard. My cunt was getting wetter and wetter at the thought that I would soon feel him in my holes again. And then Nick's on top of that.

"Touch yourself," Craig said. "Show me how hard you are. You're looking forward to when we fuck you good again, aren't you?"

I nodded and flipped my lacy thong to the side with my right hand. "Can you hear her smacking?" I asked. Craig just looked me in the eye with a sour look. "What's the matter, don't you want to feel her?"

"Don't we have an agreement? Should I call Nick now and tell him how cheeky you are? That you're seducing me here and you're already running out?"

I was no longer ashamed of anything. Uninhibited, I stuck my finger in my cunt and sucked it off in front of Craig, looking deep into his eyes. "You're such a little whore." "So, that's exactly what you like."

I'm not complaining. I'm just stating." I smiled shyly. "Don't look so innocent. You're our whorish girl, aren't you?" I nodded and crossed my legs now. "Eh, eh." Craig stood up and pulled my hair with his right hand. "I didn't tell you to stop spreading your legs, did I? Just spread them again. I just want to have a little look at your hot, tight cunt before Nick gets here."

"And that's okay then? But you don't want to feel it? I think Nick will understand if you touch me. You're just not allowed to fuck me. And I'm not going to suck you off either as long as he's not there."

"You bitch." I stuck my index finger halfway into my wet pussy and pulled it out again. My finger was shiny. "Don't you want to taste how good I taste?" Craig shook his head. "Come on. You'll like it." "I make the rules. Or Nick does, but not you. Understand?"

"Okay, that's enough now. My legs will stay closed until Nick gets here," I said grumpily.

"It turns me on when you bitch. In the end, I get what I want anyway," he grinned smugly. Yes, he always got what he wanted. He always had me under control, even when I didn't do what he wanted. I sensed that it turned him on when I was bitchy. I'd never had this kind of attraction with a man before. We didn't actually know each other, but this sexual tension was divine, even if the sex was completely unromantic. I had less and less of a problem with doing things I wouldn't have dreamed of doing.

I let myself do it because for some reason it made me feel good the way he had power over me.

"I'll never forget the way you looked when we first met. And look at you now." He stood up and pushed me in front of the big mirror in front of the closet. "You have such a pretty, innocent face. But you're anything but that. How many men have you made happy, huh?"

I remained silent. I thought about how many people I'd been in bed with, but I couldn't remember exactly. "Do I have to guess?" I nodded. "Hmmm, probably double digits." I just grinned. I had once kept a list. It must have been around 30. "Maybe thirty." "Thirty!?!" Craig asked shocked. "Including Nick and me?" I shook my head. "But you always seemed to be missing something or you wouldn't be the way you are now."

"And you?" "That doesn't matter, little one. All you need to know is that you can't get rid of us."

"There must have been more with you, you fucker!"

"I'm a man. My job is to teach women how to behave. But as a woman, you shouldn't be involved with so many men. And don't call me 'fucker', you'll soon regret it. Just wait and see what happens when Nick gets here." He stroked my hair slowly and kissed my neck. Whenever he did that, he was tender and I was weak. So weak that I started to forget about my boundaries. I felt his hard dick pushed against my ass. I cuddled up to him. "You can cuddle with Nick later. My job is different" he said coldly.

The hotel room door beeped. I jumped into Nick's arms.

"Nick!" I shouted happily.

"At last. She can't wait."

"No? Did you miss me?" he asked with a grin and sat down on the bed. I approached him hesitantly. He patted his thighs. "Sit on my lap."

"You're happy to see me, Baby, huh?" I asked him wickedly and looked between his legs. You could see his hard dick through his pants.

"You're the best birthday present I've ever gotten. Can I unwrap you?" he asked seriously.

"Nothing better than that" I smiled. N: "Why so shy?" C: "She's just dazzling. She's not shy. She's SO whorish." Craig said crossly. "Is that true?" asked Nick, gently stroking my hair. The look on my face said it all. I bit my lower lip. "Maybe." C: "I can't take this anymore." Craig yanked my top up while Nick slowly pulled my skirt down. N: "That sexy underwear again. Have you been a good girl?"

C "Kinda. Not all the time." N: "What does he mean by that, huh?" Nick slowly guided his right index finger between my thighs. "You're already leaking." Nick said surprised. I smiled sheepishly. C: "Oh God, there's that look again. You little whore. Time to give you what you can't wait for, huh? No foreplay. That's a waste of time, isn't it?" N: "Not yet. First I want to know what you were doing here when I wasn't around. ""Uhm..."

"Uhm what? What did he mean with 'Kinda. Not all the time?'"

My cheeks turned red. Blush would have been unnecessary and I wasn't wearing it.

"He wanted to see my cunt and that I spread my legs for him" I bitched, as if I didn't like it. But the truth was different.

C: "Shhh. Aren't you our good girl? Slutty but a good girl, right?"

I nodded. "Then don't be so fucking loud or do you want the others to look at you like a whore tomorrow?" he continued.

Nick slowly inserted his left index finger into my pussy. "Fuuucckk" I screamed. I had waited so long for this moment. N: "Calm down. This is just the beginning. If you keep being so loud, we'll have to stop. And you want to get your money's worth, don't you?" I sighed exhaustedly.

I pulled Nick's finger out of my dripping cunt and put it in my mouth. N: "You have such a pretty, innocent face and then you do something like that." he said, shaking his head. "And you're not into that or what?" N: "Yes, I am, but I have other plans. He got up and ordered me to stand in front of him and put my head on the bed. N: "We'll fuck you doggy and you have to guess who's inside you. Okay, baby?" I didn't say anything. It was clear that I would like it anyway, but I was still afraid of failing, not bringe enough for them both.

My cunt was dripping, the clearest sign that I really couldn't wait any longer and was ready for them both like never before. Never in my life had I been so excited about one or two cocks. If my pussy could've been able to scream she would've done it.

N: "Keep your head down and don't look. Be a good girl"

Nick penetrated me first. I could just feel it. It felt different to Craig. Nick was much more gentle. C: "So, who's fucking you right now?"

"Nick" I moaned. N: "Good girl. I'm proud of you. Your pussy is so nice and tight and wet. You were made for us, weren't you? Can you feel that?" I moaned and nodded wildly in agreement. After Nick had fucked me gently from behind and his cock was twitching he pulled out. Craig was more ungentle and held onto my neck from behind. "And is it still Nick fucking you?" he whispered in my ear. I turned slightly to the side. He grabbed my hair. "Don't look. Who fucks you better, huh?" "I need both of you," I replied whining. C: "Good girl. You're really making us proud." Nick was now sitting down on the bed in front of me. Craig pulled me further back. "Suck his dick. He deserves it. And make an effort. Don't let him down. Remember, it's his birthday!" Craig said in a gruff tone.

N: "You won't let me down. You'll do as well as you did last time and swallow when I squirt in your sweet mouth, won't you?" I nodded. "Look how good she is." Nick said to Craig, who didn't want to let go of me. My cunt smacked loudly while he fucked me from behind. "Your perfect cunt is driving me crazy. Can you hear her crying for me?" Craig said and gently pushed my head further between Nicks thighs. "You'll have to take it a little deeper." I started to gag. "That's good. You've been really good today. Such a good, whorish girl. You like that, don't you?" N: "Look me in the eye while you suck it, baby." I did as he asked. My eyes must have been greedy. I had spit running down the corners of my mouth. My heart was racing. He gently stroked my head. "You're so good to me."

C: "And not me?" Craig grumbled. I shook my head.

C: "She was completely different just now. She's not as cute as she pretends to be."

No, I wasn't cute. I was really whorish and I liked it more and more. I could get so used to only having sex with Craig and Nick because they gave me everything I needed. Nick the softer boyfriend sex and Craig the rough and kinky sex.

But it would end up messy if I fucked them over and over again.

Craig pulled his cock out and pulled me back by my hair. "You have such beautiful hair. It invites me to pull it. I want to feel your ass on my cock, but you're doing the work. You're about to move your ass on my cock while I'm behind you, ok?" he whispered in my ear. I winced inwardly. Anal. Really? I could and should have guessed that he was into that kind of thing. I was'n,'t really, but I wanted to prove to him that he didn't need to fuck anyone else to get everything he wanted. My boundaries were no longer there.

"If I ask you something, you have to answer. Or should I just fuck you like a whore and not involve you at all?"

"Dude, why don't you be nicer to her?"

C: "Or do you want it gentle? Do you want boyfriend sex with me?"

I nodded.

His question saved me for a brief moment.

"Oh how sweet," Craig said disdainfully. "But after that I'll fuck your hot ass, and that's not a threat, it's a promise."

Craig turned me onto my back and slowly penetrated me. He was really gentle by his standards this time. "She really does have such a sweet, tight cunt, doesn't she?" asked Nick. "Divine. I've never had such a hot pussy. You really are made for us." He thrust it in even deeper. "Can you feel that? It's such a perfect fit." I moaned loudly. "Sssshhh. Not so loud," Craig said crossly. "Do you want Noah to realize how whorish you are we Bothe fucking you and that he wants to fuck you too?" I shook my head. But I couldn't help but moan and scream. Nick sat behind me and massaged my breasts, but at the same time looked a little puzzled at Craig's mention of Noah. "You have such beautiful fair skin and such cute little tits."

He kissed me so that I could stop moaning so loudly.

C: "I love having you under control. If you scream again, I'll cover your mouth. What are you looking at me like that again? You want it, don't you?"

I nodded.

I freed myself from Craig and pushed Nick down on the bed and sat on his thick, hard cock. He looked so handsomel and proof that I was doing my job well.

"You're such a good girl." he said as he took my head in both his hands and pulled my head down to kiss me. Craig looked into my eyes as I bobbed up and down on Nick's cock. C: "Look at yourself in the mirror. It looks so hot the way your sweet tits are jiggling." He knelt behind Nick and ordered me to push my breasts together and up, but Nick was quicker. He took over the part. Craig thrust his cock into my mouth. "I know you like this. I want to cum on your face so bad right now." I hated it. Maybe that was the one thing he would never get. "So my makeup would be ruined afterward?"

"You'd look so pretty with my cum all over your innocent face. And don't always start arguing with me. Especially not when you've got my dick in your mouth," he said and grabbed my neck roughly with his hand. I tried to look at Nick, but I couldn't.

"Eh, eh. Look at me when you're sucking it. I want to see how you like it. You're enjoying it, aren't you?"

I just didn't say anything more and did what he wanted, but he wasn't allowed to cover my face with his cum. If he did, I would give him a good slap in the face.

Nick signaled for Craig to pull his cock out and turned my head towards him. He whispered softly in my ear "Let me know if it gets too much for you, ok?"

I broke down inside. Why did he have to be like this? Why did it feel good when Craig humiliated me like that? And why did it feel good that I could always trust Nick 100%? He looked out for me and was always so sweet to me.

"You're driving me crazy," I moaned exhaustedly.

C: "You do this too. Have you ever had such good whorish girl in bed?" -N: "No, never."

N: "Fuck her!" Nick said as he looked at Craig.

Craig didn't need to be asked twice and stood behind me. "I wanted to fuck your hot ass ever since I saw you in your short black skirt. Are you ready? I can't guarantee I'll be careful, but you'll love it."

He penetrated my wet, dripping cunt first and then my ass.

"Look at her sexy ass," he said to Nick, who was sitting in front of me, pleasuring himself and looking me in the eye. He looked briefly to the side in the mirror and moaned "Fuuucckk".

"When you come, please cum in my mouth" I begged.

"You'll get everything you deserve, baby. Don't worry about it."

He gave me a kiss on the forehead and continued to look into my eyes as Craig's thrusts became more intense. It hurt, but it was this beautiful kind of pain. "Why aren't you moaning anymore, huh? Doesn't it feel good as I fuck you hard and intense in your hot, round ass? If only you could see how it wiggles. How sexy you look from behind..."

N: "Yes, you can moan. Let it out, sweetie."

I moaned and screamed without restraint. I forgot everything around me except Nick and Craig. I didn't care what others would think of me. I was having the best sex of my life with the two best men I could ever imagine.

N: "Why are you like this?" He stroked me gently on the head, looked deep into my eyes and continued to wank his cock. When he jerked and stopped for a moment, I greedily put my mouth over his cock until it was in my throat and swallowed his cum.

"Good girl. You're doing so well." Nick praised me. Craig didn't want to get out of my ass. "Yeah, she can be really good. The way she offered herself to me straight away was very obliging." He kissed my neck and held onto it. "Ooohh god fuck!" I screamed. I satisfied myself. Juice was running out of my cunt down my inner thighs. Craig pulled my hair. "When I fuck you, you have to keep your hands off yourself. Only our cocks will bring you to orgasm. Understand?"

I didn't listen to him. N: "Leave her alone. I love the sound of her pussy. She smacks so loud. How long has it been since you've had a cock?"

"3 weeks."

"Only three weeks and then you're so horny again?"

Nick slid under me and pulled me onto his cock by my hips while Craig continued to fuck my ass from behind.

"You do it to yourself every day on tour if you don't take a groupie bitch to your hotel room!" I bitched. The idea alone really pissed me off.

"You're better than any groupie bitch you could wish for," Craig moaned.

"I have to. You're not always there." Nick said, knowing how much that would piss me off.

-----to be continued-----

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hwangreenn · 2 years

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I feel Lee Know would love the fantasy of sleeping with a v!rgin/inexperienced reader & here's why.

I also think he would make the perfect first ever bf & 'first time' partner as well.

Soft dom Lee Know for the win.

The man has a HUGE corruption k!nk and there is so much proof he does with the way he openly speaks about wanting to corrupt Jeongin's sense of humour.

Lee Know is also the type to love it when his partner gets all shy & embarassed in front of him, it would immediately get him into his 'protector' mode & he would just adore you. He would find even the small things cute like seeing you blush when you snuggle with him on the couch, just because you aren't used to it.

I also feel he would love to tease you about it all the time.

'Aww, is this new for you too? Wow honey, you really are all cute & innocent for me'.

So you can imagine in the bedroom, his k!nk would elevate intensely when he sees you lying there, all hot & bothered because of him, covering your face or hiding your moans because you're shy about being so exposed to him in such a vulnerable way.

'Don't hide your pretty moans, I want to hear them, love that I'm the reason for the moans, no one else can hear them but me.'

BESTIE YOU’RE SO RIGHT

nobody can’t deny that this man is definitely a dom (hard and soft) and for him the fact of dominate someone who is inexperienced in sex (a virgin or just someone with an scarce experience) just turns him on.

definitely in the soft way for minho it’s in some way purpose himself to take care of you ‘cause he sees you so little, so innocent and literally the simple thing u do will be the cutest just because it’s about you.

he just can’t wait to finally corrupt you, to change something in you, take you to another level with him, when you give him permission to do anything he wants with you, to manipulate you however he please just because you don’t have experience he just can’t stop explode of love, he just loves you so much for that.

when Minho sees you all shy and blushing while he fucks you it makes him laugh in a cute way. you’ve never been these close with someone before him and you just can’t help cover your face or some parts of your body like your breasts, or cover for mouth with your hands to keep your moans in a low level ‘cause you’re so shy and he’s so sure and expert in the situation, when this happens he immediately hold your hands so you can’t move them

“hey, hey” he would talk to you almost in a whisper “sweetheart there’s nothing to worry, relax, you don’t have nothing to hide” then he would kiss your breast and then take his mouth to your nipple where he start to suck it and leave small bites “you’re so good, letting me fuck you, and i’ll make sure to be the first and only to make you feel this good, you love this, don’t you?”, “hey! you don’t have to be quiet, i wanna hear your moans, i want to hear how good i’m making you feel”

BUT NOW, in my opinion and having in count Minho’s personality i also think he likes to humiliate you, to tease you a lote and torture you during sex.

in which way? denial orgasm, spank you anytime you’re doing something to annoy him. he’s such a brat too. he would enjoy call you “slut, whore, cumslut” and the best part is something that u enjoy too, ‘cause it turns you on how mean and rude he can be, obviously with your permission and approval, otherwise he would never do something that you don’t like or you were in disagreement, for Minho the most important is that u two enjoy the whole thing, ‘cause a responsable and respectful man is even hotter that someone who’s good in bed 🥱

if you like this you can send me more hard or even soft thoughts of any other skz member, my ask box is always open!

btw sorry if my grammar can be very repetitive in some words or even if my orthography is wrong, english is not my first language, i still learning and i hope u can understand me🫶🏻

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flockofdoves · 4 months

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i just find the way that phonological rules can map to orthography even in languages (with alphabets) with deep orthographies really intriguing. and i havent looked into it much at all but i feel like theres often something specific happening there when it comes to phonemic rules for pronouncing stuff like proper names, invented fictional words, and foreign words

i don't really know the right way to look at it but i think about this a lot in the context of my name. i really don't like when people who speak english as a first language pronounce my name as /kiˈeəɹə/ and throughout a lot of my life its driven me crazy whenever i pronounce my name as /kiˈɑɹə/ in english and people continually pronounce it /kiˈeəɹə/ in response. because i Know that the people doing this have a sound similar to /ɑ/ in their dialect and /ɛ/ or /eə/ is not it so its always made it feel like a refusal to accept that my name isn't a more popular US anglicized name like 'kiera'

and i do think that might be the case a decent amount of the time but in recent years ive started to wonder if its a weird combo of things happening like that maybe instead of mapping italian /a/ to /ɑ/ its being mapped to something like /æ/ in the phonological/orthographic rules of how this person deals with anglicizing foreign words (which is fair enough since /a/ is like right between those) but then on top of that some other contextual sound change (maybe a mary/merry/marry merger thing) is happening so it comes out sounding dramatically different than what i tend to expect but feels all the same to that person

and thats so weird to think about because like. yeah sure i like when people pronounce my name as it natively is in italian as /ˈkjara/ but also i'm a native english speaker speaking english most of the time so even if i also had a lot of people say my name like /ˈkjara/ growing up (esp people speaking italian or spanish to me or that spoke those and spoke in a way where it was natural to carry that pronunciation even into speaking english) and that is my name to me, still the majority of the time people i'm close to or raised around, even my family and myself, have said my name something like /kiˈɑɹə/ or /ˈkjɑra/ in most contexts. so those specific pronunciations are also equally or maybe even more so by a bit My Name to me. so realizing that at least some of the people ive seen as mispronouncing my name throughout my life might actually be engaging with their dialects rules for integrating italian words into english but their way of doing it is different than my dialects so that they dont pronounce my name a way that they are phonetically capable of is so so weird i don't really know what to do with that awareness lol

#cpost #ling blogging

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thycoop · 10 months

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Cover of the day: Day 19: 1890s Bulgarian letter card

I've officially gotten back into the rhythm of making these posts, so I'll keep posting until my legs stop working

Also I won't post from the 16th to the 21st because I'm going to Vienna (WOO), so see you on the 22nd

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Today's cover was sent nev... I'll stop myself right there. Today we have a mint Lettercard from the Kingdom of Bulgaria, 'the KINGDOM of Bulgaria???' I can hear you scream (stop screaming, please I beg you), Well Bulgaria was a kingdom until 1946, THEN COMMUNISM STRUCK (Fun fact: The last king/tsar of Bulgaria is still alive and was elected as Prime-minister of Bulgaria in 2001 to 2004), and I can tell this was issued during the Kingdom era, because the Lion on the stamp has a cute little crown :3

'But what even is a lettercard?' I can hear you whisper (Ok maybe that's a bit too quiet). Well a lettercard is a... card folded in half with a stamp, sealed at the edges, usually with a perforated edge so the recipient can open the letter card more easily. The message is written on the inside, and because it's folded in half, it has twice the writing space as a postal card while being the same size (after being folded), and It has an extra layer of privacy because y'know, random people can't just read it? Well the lettercard was invented by a Hungarian named Akin Karoly, and the first lettercard was issued by Belgium in 1882, blah blah blah let's talk about something more interesting, Like letters!

most of you probably can't read cyrillic, so I'll explain it quickly: Imagine the latin alphabet, are you imagining it? Good, now change a few letters like [L -> Л] and [B -> Б], and keep a few random letters the same like [T] and [K], and swap a few letters around just for fun like the letter [H] looks like an "h" right? Well it makes the same sound as "n" and [B] looks like a "b" right, well screw you, it's "v".

But I'm sure most of you know what cyrillic looks like. But did you know there're a lot of old letters noone uses anymore? They're pretty weird like [Ѳ] or [Ѡ] or even [Ѯ], pretty funny right? (The first one is called fita and make the F sound, the second one is omega, and was only used when transcribing Greek into cyrillic, and the last one is Ksi also used for transcribing Greek, and writing some last names). When I was looking at the back of this lettercard, I say two letters that aren't used anymore, the letters I say were Big Yus [Ѫ] and Yat [Ѣ] (Highlighted in yellow)

When I first say it I thought: 'wait, didn't they stop using Big Yus in the 1700s?' but then I remembered Bulgarian alphabet had Ѫ and Ѣ until 1945, When the orthography was reformed to simplify spelling, because by then Ѫ was pronounced the same as Ъ, which is pronounced similar to the "u" in but /bʌ̘t/. Originally Ѫ was pronounced as a nasal "a", but the only (largely spoken) slavic language which still has the nasal a is Polish, where it's written [ą] (here's how it's pronounced). 'But, if there's a Big Yus, is there also a Little yus?' you might be asking, the answer is... yes! There is a little yus and it looks like this [Ѧ] (It's pronunciation is a nasal "e", like the polish [ę]). Oh wait I forgot about Ѣ, (In Bulgarian) is pronounced like "Yah" (or Ja in German), in Russian It's pronounced like the e in bed, which was replaced in 1918 with [e] in most circumstances [копѣйка -> копейка (Kopeck)] and with ё in other ones.

Here's the full transcript in Ye Olden Bulgarian, Modern Bulgarian, and English (The English translation isn't the best but I did my best because Bulgarian is kind of similar to Slovenian):

Тая карта бажу за доставяне достажяние и въ странство ако иотрѣбнама доиълнителна марка бѫде залѣйена до оная отйагатана вьрхъ настоящата карта

2. Тая карта бажу за доставяне достажяние и въ странство ако иотребнама доиълнителна марка бъде залейена до оная отйагатана вьрхъ настоящата карта

3. This card is valid for domestic mail, for delivery abroad please attach an additional stamp in addition to the one already printed on this card.

I'm also a bit confused, because this is writting in italics, and the italic form of Yat [ѣ] is [ѣ], but they still wrote it like the non-italic version. I guess it's just a stylistic decision

But basically the text on the back is "This card is only for domestic mail, if you want to send it abroad, add another stamp"

Now let's stop talking about one sentence of text, and let's start talking about the rest of the lettercard. It was probably issued in the 1890s because the stamp on the card was issued from 1889 'till 1896 so, that's where I got the "1890s" date from (Fun fact: The nickname for the 1890s is the "gay 90s" haha funny), also I can tell this card was issued for domestic mail, and not just because of the text on the back that literally says "This card is for domestic mail, not international mail, Bich!", I can tell because the Indicium is Green, because in the 1880s the General Postal Union (Now called the Universal Postal Union) decided to standardize the color-scheme of all stamps (Green=Domestic Postcard, Red=Domestic Letter/International Postcard, Blue=International letter) and most countries used these colors until the 1940-60s, so if you see a postal card from before the 1960s look at the color of the stamp!

Ok enough talking Here's the cover!

#covers #philately #cotd #hotduck.gif #postal stationary #oh hell yeah #bulgaria #big yus #Ѫ

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Where, besides Tumblr, can people find you doing fannish things? (Obviously only mention sites and usernames you actually want to be found at. Don’t expose your secret identities on my account.)

What other names have you gone by on these platforms, including Tumblr, if any?

When did you join the IT fandom? And what got you into fandom, to begin with?

What are your favorite ships, or characters, if any, and why? What do they mean to you?

In what ways do you participate in fandom? (ex. Posting memes, reblogging/commenting on content, writing fanfic, making fanart, creating fanmixes, etc.)

Do you have any in-fandom inspirations? Other members of the community that drive you? (And if you have the time/energy, in what ways do they inspire you?)

Name and link some of your favorite works, please!

Do you have any works of your own that you feel particularly proud of, or wish more people would’ve consumed? Please provide links if possible.

Have you ever participated in a fannish event (ie. IT Week, a fic Big Bang) or applied to be a part of a fanzine? If so, which ones, and can you please link them?

Without any form of bashing or lashing out, what is something you feel this fandom is missing?

(lmao sorry I accidentally unfollowed trying to get to the ask button)

OMG, it's 2am here, and I just received this notification, so instead of watching the celling, trying to find sleep, I'll answer your questions !

(I love asking ! Thank you so much ! )

Others social medias that's it ? I have plenty of them. You can find me on twitter (@ CrazyZura) but it's mostly in french (speaking English in front of a buch of french people is hard y'know ?) I have Instagram, but it's not really interesting (except if watching me make paper boats and leave them at my university is interesting) I think it's resophinement (I'll check before posting) I also have wattpad, but as before it's in french (feel free to have a look on my unfinished works (no It there)) still CrazyZura, but I have a second account where I project to post the fanfiction I'm currently writing ! (I'm almost done ! ) Oh and I have a tik tok account ! I draw a lot, and there is some IT content there certainly CrazyZura (as @ but I think my username us wawawa, because I used to cosplay a gebderbend Wario) (don't ask he is underrated XD)

I never changed my username on those platforms, because I'm kinda a newbe on Internet, i mean, I'm here from 2015 for most of them, before I was on... YouTube i think, and Facebook. I used to have a blog, and my username was something like sosodu44 (my name + from my department) (and I'm on Tumblr for 2/3 months, I still don't know how it works)

(please tell me i understood well the question, sorry if not, I still learning foreign languages)

I'm also a newbe on the IT fandom since I watched them (2017 and 2019 version) during the lockdown, and the 1990 miniseries not long after. I'm still looking for the book, but I can't find any book shop open (and I won't buy it with Amazon.) You laugh at me if I say that I saw those movies while watching the whole Finn Wolfhard filmography ? Because it's thanks to that I'm in the fandom

My favourite characters are Stan, Richie and Patrick, and my favourite ships are probably Stozier (don't hit me please) patrick X Richie, henpat and obviously Reddie (I mean, I think everyone in the fandom like Reddie, right ?) Why ? I kin (it's the term ? Let's say it's the term) Richie and Stan (more Richie, he is my Confort character ) and Patrick, because I have a thing with unsaine bad Guys, my family always make jokes about it. (I can't help, plus the fact that he is pictured by Owen teague improve my love for him) (funfact : patrick is my Confort drawing, when I don't know what draw, it end up by Patrick) (sometimes Vic comes, because i like his character a lot too)

I love this question, because it makes me feel like I'm really a part of something even if I don't do a lot. As said before I draw Patrick a lot, not only, I draw it characters a lot (I need to find where I put my last Bill drawing ) I also have a fanfiction, but I won't post it until it's finished, because I fear to not end it, and I don't want the pressure of people asking "when is the next chapter" (if people ask that) and I'm kinda anxious that if I start post it before I finish it, I'll never finish it... (But soon ! Like before July if I work hard !). And obviously I reblog memes, I share fanarts, cosplays, tik tok, videos, and fanfiction.

Ok so this is the "sophie is going to simp over everyone" time ! Fanfictions writers who inspires me are @ fuji09 (I didn't notify them on purpose, I have to stop bothering them) they're fanfictions are really cool, and there for every tastes, I wish I could have a writing skill as good as them. There is also my friend shayla_mitchel (on Wattpad) she writes a lot about Patrick and she Helps me a lot with my work (plus she is the one who correct the English version, since my translations aren't always the best) (by that I mean : it's sometimes, when the moon is in good therms with Neptune, good enough) (in my language it's fun. I swear) there are those Cosplayers on tik tok, mostly fezilius and Synthestron, moonshine4snails, tarondactyl and aphelion (they're cosplaying with their friends, if you have time watch they're works, even if they don't do only It contents, they're really good Cosplayers that I love) (i just noticed I've mentioned only male/nb Cosplayers, so I add cospla.natro (on Instagram and tik tok) and Ligeia.cosplay (on Instagram and tik tok too) and there is also the reddie videos of kmcarras (on Instagram)

I still don't know how to put links in her (I'll try to figure out while answering) the leach series of Fuji09 (mentioned above) on AO3. A fic called When you say my name by YoungDumbandFullofHeadcanons on AO3 (really a jewelry, but a lot of tw, mostly of transphobia, be careful and take care) and a hard one called "a lot of marshmallow" by MeganRosenberg on AO3 (apparently) kinda hard because it's a violent one. There was others like Above and bellows (I think) i can't find it back to mention, I think the author deleted it.

I'm really proud of the fonction I'm currently writing, even if it's a fiction with an OC and I'm a little ashamed of that(because people judge that a lot). (As said before not posted yet) and my tik toks about Richie and patrick (the two last I've posted.

It's now 3am, and I haven't finished, my phone Will probably get out of power before the end XD (like this I'll see if Tumblr have some automatics saves)

I wish I would, but no... One day, may be if the occasion comes to me :)

I don't really know, I wish we had more content (in french for exemple ! ) But I think the fandom is kinda cool (when we forget all the ship wars and all dramas like this)

I hope I've answered well enough, I'll probably regret doing this that late tomorrow, because I probably forget a lot of things (did i mentioned that i made some It incorrects ? I don't think so) keep asking me things I'm totally open for this (idk if annon are on)

On this, I wish you a good night, or day, or whenever you are and I'm going to keep watching my celling !

Good night 🍈🍈🍈

#zurask #it 2017 #idk what put on ashtags #I'm not even sure that the right orthography?#I'm sure that's not the right one

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jbreenr · 3 years

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Déjà Vu –Bucky Barnes.

Summary: You and Bucky keep having those kinds of encounters and none of you know how.

Warning: poorly written smut (if you're under 18 please, don't read), unprotected sex (don't do that, kids. be responsible), alcohol, a bit of swearing, i think that's it.

Word count: almost 4k.

A/N: so, this is the first imagine i post here and it also is the first one in english (not my first language) so don't be too hard on me, i tried my best. lack of vocabulary, grammatical and orthography mistakes are all my fault. corrections, feedback and suggestions are always welcome.

Inspired by Déjà Vu –Voilà.

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You weren't sure how it happened, let alone how it all started, but here you were, legs tangled in bed sheets that were not yours, head resting on a pillow that was not yours, the air smelling like a cologne that certainly was not yours, and a strong and now partially warm metal arm wrapped around your waist.

Trying to turn to face the owner of said arm seemed to be the most difficult mission you ever had due to the buzz in your head that made you stop for a second so the room would stop spinning before your eyes.

You knew the headache was going to be bad, except you did not think this bad.

The first clear memory of last night popping in your head: you asking Sam to hand you the fifty dollars of the bet. Of course you were able to drink all those shots and stay on your feet for the rest of the party.

It had started boring as usual. Not that the music was bad or too low, but the fact that you had to attend every single party Tony hosted should be considered torture. You only wanted to go to bed, for God's sake!

The dance floor was full of people, the sofas were all occupied and the bar was not the exception; two bartenders were not enough to keep everyone happy with a drink on their hand.

Still, you managed to have one the whole time you were there and by the time you were taking your ninth shot, you started to feel a little dizzy. Maybe, it was the way you sat up too fast and turned on your heels with a specific destination: the improvised dance floor.

If you were staying, at least you'd make sure it was worth it.

Taking Sam's hand (the one that was not filling your cup with tequila again) and putting the money inside your bra, you tried to guide him to the center of the dance floor but, considering the big amount of people trying to do the same, you decided you'd be dancing somewhere near the sofas where Steve and Nat were sitting, talking.

Your dance moves were all innocent, even ridiculous; arms and hips moving to the beat of the song in a synchronized rhythm, changing your weight from foot to foot slightly to give the illusion of a real choreography, Sam doing the same in front of you.

Laughing at your own movements, you jumped turning to the left, trying to recreate La Macarena –or your version of it– when you saw him.

Dark long hair tied up in a small ponytail brushing the back of his neck, a pair of shorter locks falling to the sides of his face, framing it perfectly; black suit trousers so tight on his legs that you were sure they were going to break at any moment; light blue shirt with the sleeves rolled up his elbows, making him look thicker than usual; vibrant blue eyes sparking like reflectors from where he was sitting; flesh hand playing with a glass of what seemed to be whiskey; vibranium arm with thin golden lines caressing a blonde's tight…

You snapped out of your trance only to evaporate the sweat in your body with the rush of hot anger that ran all the way from your toes to your ears.

Why were you angry? You had no idea. You only knew that it was unacceptable. He could not do that. Not in front of you.

It was until you took a wrong step back almost falling on your ass that you noticed you had stopped dancing. Sam's hand wrapped around your arm to keep you from actually falling. Steadying yourself, you cursed yourself for listening to Nat when she said that you'd look amazing in those high heels. Who would pay attention to your shoes when you were wearing a freaking black strapless dress that did little to cover your body?

The answer was looking right at you, sitting in an armchair next to that beautiful woman, who was talking about something he had lost interest moments ago when his eyes finally met your figure from a far, now traveling down your legs to lock his gaze on your heels.

Even from where you were standing you could see his jaw clenching and his hand forming a fist, the hand that was not tapping the blonde's leg. His drink, now forgotten on the table in front of him.

“You alright?” Sam's question was followed by his hand leaving your arm. You turned to him.

That's when you had the idea. Probably, the worst and best idea you had ever had.

“Yeah,” you said nodding. “We were in the middle of something, right?” The innocent look you gave him made him follow the game.

“We were, indeed.”

“Let's keep doing it, then.” The smirk on your lips, making Sam raise his right eyebrow in confusion.

And it felt as if the universe wanted it to happen, as if the Gods wanted to know what was next because just as you turned again, softly slamming your back to Sam's chest and started swinging your hips against him, the electronic music changed to a song you knew would help you with what you had planned.

“(Y/n), what are you doing?” Sam's laughter rumbled in your ear as you swayed.

“Just dance, Falcon. Have some fun.”

Raising your arms, you gave him permission to place his hands on your hips, which he did hesitant at first. But when he understood (or at least, he thought) that you were only enjoying the music, his grip on you became stronger and more confident. After all, most people around you were dancing the same way.

Opening your eyes, you tried to find the super soldier but in vain. The sofa he and his friend had been sitting on was now occupied by other people and you could only imagine one reason.

The song was coming to an end and you turned again to face Sam, who was smiling at you.

“It was a pleasure to dance with you, but right now, I need to go dust my nose.” You said in a false cordial voice and bowed with exaggeration, placing your hand in the cleavage of your dress.

“Those drinks are making their work already? Ouch!” he complained when you hit him in the shoulder. “The pleasure was mine.” He bowed back and walked to the other side of the dance floor, easily finding another partner to spend the rest of the party with.

You didn't need to go to the bathroom. Not really. That was only the excuse you gave to finally head to your room and take off that dress and heels that were killing you.

You hadn't taken three steps out of the party when you felt a hand close on your arm and drag you up the stairs.

In all honesty, if his grip wasn't that firm, you could have fallen on your knees more than once on your way to where the bedrooms were.

Only when the door was closed behind you was when you noticed you were not in your room. The bed was perfectly done and the nightstand didn't have your current reading on it. You were in Bucky's room.

Blurry memories of previous visits filled your head like flashing lights: your hands tightly clutched around the headboard, your feet slipping from the edge of the bed, your back pressed against the wall, your knees and elbows buried in the mattress. It felt like you'd been there a thousand times before.

Bucky wandered around the room like a lion inside a jail, his steps heavy against the floor and his hands trying to pull back the hair tickling his cheeks.

With a loud sigh, he finally turned and almost ran in your direction. The look in his eyes was something you've seen somewhere before.

“Wha-- what the fuck you think you were doing back there?” His question took you by surprise, even though it shouldn't have. It had been your main goal all the time.

“'Doing' what? What do you mean?” You decided that playing dumb was the best way to get on his nerves and apparently, it was working.

The super soldier bit the inside of his cheek trying to keep his composure. He was not having any of it.

“Don't try and act all innocent, as if you didn't know you were practically offering yourself to Sam with that stupid dance of yours.”

“I'm surprised you even noticed,” Taking a step ahead, you shortened the distance between you two. You knew he wouldn't find you intimidating, but at least he'd know you weren't afraid of him. “when you were too busy lifting the little skirt of that girl up her legs.”

His eyes darkened and he took a step closer, his face staying only a few inches from yours.

“'Little skirt', uh? What about this pathetic attempt of a dress?” His hands traveled from the sides of your breasts to your hips and stopped at the hem of the dress (that was too short for your liking, but you weren't going to tell him so).

“Sam seemed to like it.”

Faster than you thought was possible, he gripped the hem and drew you towards him, making your smaller form crash against him, your lips barely touching his while he leaned to be at your height.

“Do I look like I care about what he likes? Not even you care about it.” His grip on the dress had softened unconsciously. “I know all you wanted to do was to make me all bothered, except you did not think I'd fix that with someone else, someone better.”

With all your strength, you pushed him back by his chest –which only caused him to take three steps back of pure shock– and your right hand landed on his face with a SMACK!

If his eyes were dark before, now they were on fire. Anger and something else that you couldn't decipher radiated from his pupils.

“Fuck you, Barnes.” Your voice, nothing but poison.

Bucky started to shorten the distance again and you didn't know what to expect: Him yelling at you? A punch? Both? Either way, you were prepared for anything.

Or so you thought.

His metal hand took you by the waist pressing your bodies together and his flesh hand traveled to the back of your head to push your face to his in a hungry kiss.

At first, you were surprised. That was not the kind of smack you were wanting for. Not that you were complaining.

His tongue wanted to make its way inside your mouth but you wouldn't open it, so he took a handful of your hair and pulled, making you whine at the feeling and finally parting your lips just enough for him to do as he pleased.

You tried to resist, how much you wanted to but oh, if it was impossible. So you let yourself get lost in the kiss.

The familiar sensation in your lower belly and the way your legs trembled told you that you were fucked and before you knew it, you were gasping for air. Seemingly, you had forgotten how to breathe while Bucky's lips devoured yours in such a feral way.

With a quick movement, Bucky let go of your hip and hair and his hands went directly to the back of your thighs, indicating you to jump and cross your feet on his lower back, which you did gracefully despite the amount of alcohol in your system.

At no point your lips separated, not that any of your wanted them to.

Your hands intertwined in the back of his neck and pulled his hair softly making him groan in your mouth. It was not difficult to get rid of the hair tie, and once it was gone, Bucky's hair fell to the sides, brushing your face.

Bucky moved to the bed and sat on it, keeping you on his lap, straddling him. His hands moved all along your legs, just the way you imagined he did with his friendly friend back in the party and your blood boiled.

Pulling his hair again, but with more strength this time, you separated his face from yours, looking into his eyes with what he interpreted as disgust.

“Really think that Barbie is better than me?” you asked, your heavy breathing causing your breast to rise ang go down rapidly.

Bucky smirked, clearly enjoying the view of you asking such a thing. “You know I don't, doll. Just gotta make sure you don't forget I'm better than him.”

Having said that, the sound of a zipper opening was audible and soon the cold air of the room hit your back.

You recognized the feeling of Bucky's hands traveling from your thighs to your waist under the dress, to end up pulling it off of your body and tossing it across the room. It, falling right in the same spot they always did. Your lips, only separated when you rose your arms to take off the dress.

It was Bucky's turn to pull away, eyes glued to your bra. Its intense red color was driving him crazy, but not as much as the thong, which was far from being a proper piece of underwear, covering your drenching cunt.

With a quick movement, Bucky undid your bra, letting it fall past the bed with the fifty dollars slipping right after. And as if you didn't feel too exposed already, his hands ripped the thin sides of your remaining clothing, dragging it from behind, causing the fabric to rub against your clit roughly. You closed your eyes when a moan escaped your lips.

The sound of the fabric tearing apart bringing a memory of that night you were feeling waisted.

“Hey! Those were my favorite!” you had said right after he ripped your baby pink lace panties.

“Not anymore.”

Bucky's lips traveled from your jaw to your neck, finding that spot that had you trembling in his lap.

Deciding he was wearing too much clothes, your hands found their way from his still covered shoulders to his chest, looking for the first button, willing to unfasten it but once you realized it was going to be a more difficult task than you had expected, you decided to give him a payback for what he did a few weeks before.

Grabbing the shirt tightly, you pulled it, causing the buttons to fly out in all directions, clacking against the walls and floor.

“Are you kidding?” Bucky's mouth was no longer on you. “It was really expensive!” His eyes, telling you he wasn't lying. You almost felt sorry for him. Almost.

“Not anymore.”

A knowing look took over his face. He also remembered.

“Nice one, doll. Let's see what else we can reprise from that day.”

Taking you by your ass and making you gasp, he stood up and turned to the bed, throwing you into the center of the soft mattress the second he was fully facing it. You felt small compared to him, his big frame taking off the now useless shirt obstructing the view of the rest of the room for you.

Watching him undo his belt and pushing down his pants and boxers at the same time was too much for you to witness. You closed your legs trying to relieve the sensation between them.

“No, doll. Don't do that, that's why I'm here.”

His palms massaged your ankles, both flesh and metal hands cold, taking off your heels.

His delicate touch was killing you, you wanted him to go higher, to go faster, to touch you where you needed him the most.

And it was as if he read your mind. His face lowered to rub his nose against your left leg, placing a kiss in your ankle and traveling up your thigh with his chin rubbing your skin. His facial hair tickled you but you didn't mind. You liked the feeling.

His face was at the height of your core and he knew by the way you buckled your hips that you were soaked. He didn't need to check to be sure, he could smell it.

Wet kisses and purple hickeys adorned your stomach by the time his mouth reached your breasts. One, he massaged with his metal hand, the coldness provoking goosebumps to run all over your body. The other was being attacked by his tongue and sucking lips.

When his teeth bit your nipple, your back arched and one of your legs slightly raised having minimal contact with Bucky's hard dick. The pressure of your chest against Bucky's mouth, muffled a groan coming from his throat.

With a soft pop he released your tit. “You know?” he asked, opening your legs and positioning himself between them. “As much as I'd love to take my sweet time with you, I can't wait to fuck you into oblivion.”

His tip was leaking precum already, you swore you saw his member twitch the second you bit your lower lip.

He started teasing you, rubbing his shaft from your entrance to your clit repeatedly, coating himself with your juices.

“For God's sake, Barnes, just do it!”

That was everything he needed to hear to finally enter you, stretching you out with his hardness without any warning.

A loud scream was swallowed by Bucky's lips when he leaned to kiss you. Tongues fighting for dominance in a heated battle.

His vibranium hand had yours pinned above your head, immobilizing them and keeping you from moving, from touching him. Flesh hand next to your head, preventing his full weight from crashing you.

Seconds passed until he felt your body adapting and accepting the new intruder, that's when he began to move, a slow pace at first, it felt like he wanted to make sure you were really there, too caught up in the painful pleasure he was feeling.

He separated from your face, enjoying the moment, you were just fascinated looking at his expression.

When a particular deep trust hit your g spot, the moan that left your mouth brought Bucky back to reality. His eyes opened in a snap and what you saw in them made you want to run away from that room and to stay under him forever at the same time.

Lust and hunger danced on his eyes, fire and need distilling from his pores.

The concentration look in Bucky's face gave you the second best idea of the night.

“C'mon, Barnes.” Containing a cry, you murmured. “I know you can do better.” Saying that you knew was more of an affirmation than a comment in the heat of the moment.

An arrogant smile drawn on Bucky's lips was followed by him quickening his pace. His now warm metal hand let go of yours to take control over your hips that were bucking up to meet his, accompanied with the hoarse sounds coming out of your mouth. He pinned you down with his fingers buried in your flesh, surely leaving some dark bruises to remember his excellent performance.

One of your hands flew back, trying to hold onto something for dear life while the other scratched, with black painted nails, Bucky's back. Meanwhile, he kept pounding you harder with each trust.

“You like it, baby girl? Bet Sam can't do it as good.” His words were dry, forcefully said along with one of his hands finding you where your bodies connected and pressing your clit roughly to prove a point.

It was talking all of you to find a coherent sentence to give as an answer. The way his body slammed yours, creating a delicious clapping sound, having your full attention.

“Wouldn't be so sure about that.” You almost whispered in a voice you didn't recognize as yours.

“Really?” One particular deep trust hit that sweet spot again making you arch your back and clench around him. A high pitched sound leaving your lips and a low groan leaving his. “Cause, from where I see it, it is me who's giving you the time of your life.”

He repeated the action again and again. Your breasts bounced up every time your bodies collided.

“Fuck.” Bucky's lips kissed your shoulder, his breath made you shiver and the feeling of his teeth grazing your hot skin causing a new memory to pop in your brain.

“God, you're perfect.” His hands squished your butt cheeks and moved you up and down to keep you riding him.

“Is that what you say to all the girls you get laid with?” You rolled your hips, challenging him to tell you.

“I've only said that to you, doll.” His words muffled in your neck followed by an assault of bites and dark marks.

He resumed the movement of his fingers against your clit, faster and applying more pressure this time.

“Ugh, just like that, yeeees!” A single tear of ecstasy fell from your eye, ruining the white pillowcase with the smallest stain of eyeliner.

As pleasure took over your body, you struggled to keep your eyes open. Your mouth parted and let a sinful groan fall from it when your orgasm finally hit you.

“Yes, baby girl, cum for me.”

Your clenching walls enveloped him so tight that his movements faltered for a second. He quickened the pace, riding you out of your release and spilling inside you, coating you with his seed.

An experimental trust before he pulled out of you made you cry out. Both your juices and his cum dripping in the now ruined bed.

Bucky rolled to his side and pulled you closer to him, embracing you in a hug. Your breathing, slowly returning to normal.

“Damn, we're gonna regret this in the morning.” You affirmed half asleep, resting your head on Bucky's chest.

Your head position didn't let you see Bucky's sad smile. “Yeah, we will.”

Once you turned your whole body to Bucky you couldn't hide the confused look that took over your face. You didn't remember how you got there, let alone why you were there. Why was it happening to you again?

Watching him like that, so peaceful, it almost made you feel bad for what you were about to do.

“My God, Barnes, let go of me!” you said loud enough to make him open a lazy eye trying to focus on you, the sound of your own voice increasing the pain in your head.

“What are you doing here?” His raspy voice did things to you in ways it shouldn't.

“That's an excellent question. I'd like to know the answer too.”

He sat, the sheet falling from his shoulders to where his public hair started. Immediately, you turned to the ceiling.

“Last thing I remember is you dancing that silly Friends routine with Sam and then… a smell of coconut.” That was the scent of your body wash.

You knew you were naked, except your brain didn't process what that meant until then.

“Ugh, not again.” You covered your face with your hands, trying to keep the sheets at the height of your chest with your arms to cover it as much as possible. “This can't keep happening.”

“Why not?” His question was followed by a yawning. “It is always good to wake up to your back pressed against me.”

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amai-no-ura · 2 years

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Bad Buddies Series Review + Short Sorting

Review!

(Note: the left guy is "Pran", played by Nanon and the right guy is "Pat" played by Ohm, both are amazing actors)

This series is Thai BL series. Normally, I wouldn't even consider watching Thai BL series at all. Even if I'm Thai. Frankly almost all BL series in Thailand are written by people who have no idea what it's like to be in gay relationship. They assign 'roles' to the couple, like there must be a bottom and top. Oh, not to mention that 'I'm straight but I'm only gay for this guy' and 'a girl that appears once only to make our mc knows he like this guy' trope. That's so damn boring. The usual BL series often depict gay couple unrealistically, and I think it's an insult to our LGBTQ community. But this series just blew me away. In all the right way.

First, they don't portray a 'gay' couple but just a couple falling in love. It is universal, just two people warming up to each other and fall in love, supporting each other through thick and thin. I'm a sucker for a good love stories, and this is one of them. It's not just a gay story, it is a love story and a damn good one at that. Next is the great story pacing, it's an emotional roller coaster. When it's sad, it brings you down to the lowest. When it's happy, you can't stop smiling. When it's funny, hell, I laughed my ass off so many times I can't remember.

This story that blends all these elements into one seamlessly. I love it. But you know what's the best? The acting of every actors on screen is PHENOMENAL. I can't describe it, but they are so natural. All the emotions, they embody the characters perfectly. The banters, the kisses, the cuddles, all of them are completely natural and depict exactly just how a couple actually live. Not to mention the fact that this show isn't even sexualized. Sure, main mcs are hot, but they are not like artificially hot. Just a simple, quite hot (but not overdone) guys. A type of hot guys you can find in any setting and not artificially overdone to the point of unrealism. Which is great, because many times BL series place unrealistic expectations to us that we have to be a modeling material to be in relationship. (I never dared to hit on someone because I feared I wasn't good looking enough despite me not being ugly in anyway). Other thing worth mentioning is the "Zero Waste Village" arc, this arc is a pure gold, both for environmentalist and people just enjoying the show.

But you know what touches me the most? The fact that they are supporting each other through thicks and thins. The fact that even with insurmountable obstacles, they still stay true to what they believe in. And there is a line "If you don't leave me, fight together with me. I'm already really happy." This line strums my heartstring so hard I cried for god knows how long. It just shows how a healthy and supportive relationship can be. We are all trying so hard to be what people want us to be, to the point we are being swallowed by the current of our world. But what if we fight it? What if we say "even if I can't change the world, I won't let the world change me." This is really the essence of this story.

So, the sorting.

(Noted that the official transliteration doesn't reflect aspiration-tenuis contrast existed in my language. And we have a habit of using random English word as our nickname, so I'll just use the English orthography when that's the case)

Pat: ESFP 8w7 sx/so Snake-Lion. (A really good example of healthy 8w7)

He is actually quite easy to sort but not easy to type. He is clearly Snake primary. He cares deeply about his people (family, Pran and friends) and will go to extra length to protect them. He is a loyalist who focuses on his own happiness and his people's wellbeing. A healthy and mature Snake primary. When he knows that he likes Pran, he doesn't care about anybody else, he just lunges himself forward into enemy territory to find him.

He clashes with Pran's Badger a little because Pran cares about what his community (friends and family) would say about their relationship and later (spoiler) runaway to the sea. Pat just wants to stay with the man he loves and that's it. He is very assertive and reactive. If something happens, he charges head first into it fearlessly. When his friends are being attacked, he is the first to act and fight. When Pran failed the presentation, he steps up and improvises, go for the most obvious solution. And he is brave as hell, his faculty has long standing and often violent rivalry with Pran's but when Pran's faculty hosts an environmentalist camp, he lunges himself, alone, into the enemy territory just to talk with Pran (after an incident). He is surrounded by an enemy but he just doesn't care. His method is antithetic to Pran's. He is reactive and hands on while Pran is heady and meticulous. Like that bus stop scene where Pran can't think of a single idea for the bus stop project. Pat simply just told him to get up and imagine, if Pran is the one using it, what he'll want from this bus stop (and this 5 minutes long scene is completely improvised too, mad respect). While Pran encourages Pat to be more thoughtful of the consequences and to be overall more regimented and less impulsive.

MBTI and Ennagram wise, he is a tad harder to sort. He's definitely ESxP, but I wasn't sure about his judging function. He is very attentive to his surrounding, often notices things people don't notice (like Pran's reactions, the poster that hints the company is interested in environmental-friendly projects, etc,) and is quick to leap on those opportunities. He is quick thinking and fast to act physically. He is the first to rush to his friend's help and is able to accomplish a string of events in a very short period of time. He can and will use whatever in the surrounding to his advantage. That's all indicator to Se-dominance. But is he Ti-Fe or Fi-Te? He often goes to the most obvious fix and straightforward solution that is very Te in nature. He isn't driven by logic or desire to understand, instead he is driven by his strong internal values that dominate all of his decisions. Pat is driven by his own sense of right and wrong and will enact it physically if he must (Se-Te). He isn't exactly that subtle, he is very smart but many times, his simple methods (Lion secondary + Se-Te not being very subtle) can mask the depth of understanding and deliberation he has So, he is ESFP. . His enneagram is harder to sort, he is definitely either 7w8 or 8w7. Both aggressive stance. But which one?

He is so healthy that some traits escape me. But he is definitely 8w7. He is aggressive go-getter who doesn't afraid of anyone and will fight with anyone if necessary. He doesn't really understand or care about personal space much. He will just barge into it and assume it's alright (much to Pran's annoyance). He just barged into Pran's room and leisurely walked around the room while Pran told him, exasperatedly, to get out and he didn't care (ofc, Pran likes him so he doesn't really resist...). That is, except his inner circle (mainly Pran and his sister Pa) where he lets out more of his 7 wing. Being playful and positive. His 7-wing comes out in a form of lighthearted and often cute gestures. When the going gets hard, he stands his ground and fight. He is that kind of 'authoritative' 8 (Yara Greyjoy) as opposed to 'authoritarian' ones (E.g. Tywin Lannister).

He lacks the obvious domineering and often harsh nature of enneagram 8. But that's simply him being healthy person. He doesn't need to dominate people or to actively act mean toward them (except for Wai, initially) so much as protecting his own and his people's rights when they are challenged. He doesn't need to. He is secure enough in his own skin that he doesn't have to subdue others to feel big and safe. But when someone challenges his authority or harming his friends he will let them have it. He shows integration to 2 when he is with Pran. He becomes more caring and helpful toward Pran. He cares for Pran and provides him with help, as well as be there for him. Pat is naturally understanding, empathetic and kind guy which in essence is his integration toward 2. But he is still 8w7 first and foremost, just a healthy one. (And as to why not enneagram 2w1 disintegrate to 8w7? He isn't image type and he is not dependent type. He is gut type first and foremost then he is aggressive stance type second which is 8w7).

Pran: ISTJ 1w2 so/sp Badger-Bird.

Pran is the opposite of Pat in that he is easy to type but not easy to sort. He is ISTJ. Always the perfect, precise, calm and level-headed individual. He is that neat and responsible guy who tends to do things himself (as opposed to leave it to other people) and do it very meticulously. Like, when he figures out how to help his friends pay for the bus stop they wrecked that isn't even Pran's own doing.

First, Pran does it out of his sense of responsibility, both as the president and friend and his own desire to help (Si-Fi to the max). He slowly pieces together how much he will need and how will he gets the money needed. Then delegates exactly how to lower the costs and how to find money (which are all strong Te). And he condemns Pat because his friends are jerks who bullied Wai (Pran's bff) which resulted in the fight at the bus stop. And since he is 1w2, he is a dependent stance type, or as I'd call them "should and must" types. He constantly suppresses himself, his reactions and emotions, in order to be what he 'should' - a perfect child, responsible, proper and regimented guy. But when he finally reconnects with his feelings and step out of his comfort zone, he shows 7 integration. Being playful, silly and chill. He teases Pat on too many occasions and he is cute. But he's also quite wrathful like to that actor guy (irresponsible smirk face) and lashes out in anger before telling him to **** off from the project if he can't be more responsible.

But he has rather weak intuition and often detached from his surroundings (a sign of inferior Ne). It doesn't occur to him that he could just cook up a project to build the bus stop and presents it to the university or to outside CSRs. (Which, to Ne-dom like me, it's immediate apparent. I've been in this situation once and that was what immediately came to my mind, though I could never hope to be nearly as meticulous as ISTJs are ... they are superhuman...). But he is also opens to alternative ideas and change in plans as it is able. He didn't see the poster in the lift when he went to present his project (courtesy to Pat) and failed to capitalize on the company's policy on environment architectural projects. Though luckily Pat intervenes. When his friends come to him for advice, he doesn't give them emotional advice but practical and often blunt ones. When he fought with his mother, he doesn't yell. He didn't even want to talk to her at all, but when she pressed him. He just told her bluntly that he and Pat are in relationship. And told off his mother before door slamming her and retreated to his room (well, he has a point though. Both parents pitting off their children to hate each other because of their own unresolved disputes is just not cool, at all). That's how Fi-Te works in FPs and TJs. (So, INFJs don't door slam people guys!)

He is friendly and amicable but also introverted. Sure, he has a lot of friends, but he is very protective of his emotions and personal space. He needs a lot of time alone to feel content. So he is very reluctant to let Pat into his room at first. To him, this is his private space and only after they warm up to each other he lets Pat in. He is often calm and reserved on the outside, always rational and practical, but he actually harbors so much intense emotions within himself. Many of which he sacrifices for what is logical like denying his feelings for Pat, because of possible consequences. Stop playing guitar (which he loves) because his mother doesn't want it and the possible consequences.

I mean, he was uprooted on a whim of his mother when she saw him in a band with Pat. He was traumatized and doesn't want it to happen again. But when they have their first kiss, Pran pours out all of his suppressed feelings into the kiss, all the pain and love he held back all these years (it's implied that Pran falls for Pat at least when he was in Grade 10 and the kiss happens in their 1st year of university, so at least 4 years). After that he retreats back to his room, crying, shut himself off from Pat and reflect on what he had done. He knows he loves Pat but he also knows the consequences. He was confused and hurt. Only after Pat's daring trip to Environmentalist camp (with Pran's friends waiting there to beat Pat to pulp, literally) he steps out of his comfort zone and start dating. But that's only after Pat proves it to him that it's ok to go for it. That is how inferior Ne works. If they make sure that this venture will not doom them, they will usually go for it.

Sorting wise, he is either Bird or Badger primary. He is all about upholding what's 'right' that comes from the outside world. Rules, laws, system and teachings. However, I don't think he is Bird primary. He is Badger primary. His main focus is to be a part of the community and upholding them. From his family to his friends. He is aware that his relationship with Pat will affect more than just them, but the community as well. He is broader than Pat in this sense. While Pat is all about him and people he loves, Pran is all about him and the community he is a part of.

However, he is also very healthy. He doesn't devalue anyone. No matter who and where that person came from. They are all people in his eyes and if necessary, he'll be there for them. And he doesn't let the community overrides his freewill. Sure he cares about his community deeply, but he does things for himself and his happiness as well (while negotiating with the community's wish halfway, like, faking that he broke up with Pat to keep his family content, but there relationship is still going strong).

His secondary is bird. He is all about skills and strategies. He doesn't do well when things don't go according to plans. He panics and retreats. Like, that presentation. He didn't expect the judges to refuse to fund him. And he was literally shocked. He loves gathering skills. Like music and architectural skills, he tinkers with it and find enjoyment in improving his skills for its own sake. But sometimes he focuses too much on skills and plans that he forgets the human element. Like when he tries to design the bus stop, he can't draw a single line. He is stuck in his constructed methodology. But opens when Pat's method proves useful. I might not express this well, but he's bird secondary.

TLDR

Pat - ESFP 8w7 sx/so Snake-Lion

Pran - ISTJ 1w2 so/sp Badger-Bird

Short typing:

Pa - ESFJ 2w1 so/sp

Ink - ESFJ

Korn - ESTP 7w6 sp/so

Wai - ISFP cp6w7 so/sp Bird-Badger (his intuition is actually good. He is the first person to sense something more is going on between Pat and Pran, but he derives it from sensory evidence first which suggests Se > Ni. Though I'm not particularly fond of him, especially since he outed his friends without asking him the reason. He is initially the immature Bird primary and 6w7 who felt betrayed when his friend withhold the secret from him and being vengeful unnecessarily. He grows out of it though, thankfully.)

I wish there are more intuitive types represented in Thai series. Most of the series don't have a single intuitive. If in the west you guys have intuitive bias, we have sensor bias. Intuitives are often ill-received by our culture and media landscape.

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PS 1. I don't want to post a character picture individually, because Thai media's tendency to tune up the otherwise already great looking (as in normal and realistic looking) guy when pictures individually. And I don't want to risk copyright complication by taking a random screenshot so ...

PS 2. Thai phonology has aspiration contrast and since p t k in English can be both aspirated (Pen, Ten, King) and unaspirated (Spa, Stark, Sky) we simply just write p t k for both aspirated and unaspirated consonant. Not to mention the tone (5 tones in total), extra vowels like /ɯ/ /ɯː/ /ɤ/ /ɤː/ /ɔ/ /ɔː/ /ɛ/ /ɛː/ and vowel length distinction (short-long). So, the transliteration can be quite deceiving.

The proper pronunciation of this series character's names are as followed (in IPA)

Pat - pʰat˦˥

Pran - praːn˧

Pa - pʰaː˧

Ink - ʔiŋ˦˥

Korn - kɔːn˧

Wai - waj˧

PS 3. I just love how both Pat and Pran are mother hen to their friend groups. I wish I could have a relationship with someone like Pat. I love this kind of healthy and great guy. But I'll have to work on myself too ... being less grumpy and overall becoming a better person before I can feel like I deserve this kind of great guy.

That's it guys. Thanks for reading this!!!

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