Asks from the heart

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ask questions from the heart: the original flavor Finally! You can ask all the questions about matters of the heart, love, and romance that have been burning that hole through your curiosity. Ask away! Delve deep! Nothing is off-limits! Except for that. RULES ○ Comment with your character. ○ They're asked love-adjacent and related questions!

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[assholic]

Could be. Kink isn't a bad thing. It's just something that's not quite vanilla. The look you get when you see me in lingerie comes off as more as you have a fetish for that than it's a kink. There's... I dunno. Varying degrees of it, Barnes. Just because it doesn't involve blood, pain, or dominance doesn't make it not a kink.

[She gave him another kiss.]

We'll browse. We'll go into an eclectic one that has the 'basics' and some extras and browse. I'll probably pick up more sexy undies. But if anything catches your eye or you find yourself intrigued, we can give it a try.

[endof_theline]

Isn't a fetish worse than a kink? I guess I imagined it as more of a pain thing, yeah. Like bondage.

[He kisses back, relaxing into it, then nods.]

Ok. I think I can do that.

[assholic]

Nope. That's your antiquated old man sense of words coming into play. Fetish is things you like that get you off. Like, I like your ass. Or men who like feet. That's a fetish. Liking me in lingerie seems to be one of yours. Liking something as opposed to an act. Kinks are more like... wanting to be pegged, or people who are into breathplay or using electricity or sensation for sex. Or pain, yeah. But also softer, less scarring things. Bondage doesn't have to be painful or risky. Blindfolding. Maybe even wearing a leash and having your 'master' walk you around. There's varying degrees. And nowadays, while it's not like it's overtly accepted everywhere, it's certainly more so than it was in your day. There's clubs for it, if you want to be social and have a safe place. Or to find people that like the same things. There's even events for specific kinks. Pretty sure Trish told me some time they started organizing it around the idea of burlesque shows, and I know you had those back in your time.

[She grinned, giving him a wink.]

Maybe that's why you like me in lacy things.

[endof_theline]

There are so many names for so many things these days, it's hard to keep track. Hard to know what you'd even like. Maybe I never would've known if you hadn't brought it up.

That could be why I like you in lacy things, yeah. You look like a gorgeous pinup girl.

[assholic]

Hah. You don't have to butter me up. I like wearing them for you. I like wearing them for myself. They make me feel pretty, and that's nice sometimes.

[She imagined it had to be hard for him. People treated him either as a psycho, a monster, or like someone that knew what was going on around them. He was like one of the old men down at the park playing chess, only he just didn't look it. She couldn't imagine any of them talking about crotchless panties either, even though they'd probably gotten to live through the normalising of it. She could cut him some slack.]

Crotchless panties and a garter belt you can take off with your teeth?

[endof_theline]

I'm not buttering you up. I'm being serious. You're absolutely stunning- and I'm really glad they make you feel like you are.

[ That's how he gets treated all the time. Sometimes Bucky wonders if Jessica forgets how out of time he's been too- or maybe she just doesn't let him wallow in it. The onslaught of information she throws at him often gives him an out of brain experience. ]

We didn't really have crotchless panties back then, and garter belts looked very different, at least for the every day woman.

[assholic]

[She doesn't forget, but some part of her thinks if she tosses a load of info at him, she can give him time to mull it over instead of trickle-feeding it to him. That way, if he has questions, he can come ask.]

Would you like me to get some crotchless panties?

[endof_theline]

[ Maybe her way is actually best, but it still feels like a lot sometime, and his brain doesn't even process half of it cause he gets stuck on the most shocking thing. ]

I kinda like taking them off of you all the way. But if you wanna try it, we could.

[assholic]

For home play, full panties are good. If we're being dirty little shits out in public, then crotchless is better. Less to push aside when you need to be in me.

[endof_theline]

Yeah, those would've been real handy at the beach. But I also like yanking your panties aside to be in you. You're sexy as hell either way.

[assholic]

Not gonna lie, I liked that too. But hey, I have a shit wardrobe, you have a shit wardrobe, and I have too many empty spaces in my drawers and closet, so we can fill it up with sex shit.

[endof_theline]

Maybe I could move more of my stuff into one of the drawers. Unless you'd rather it be the sex shit.

[assholic]

Nope. I've just been waiting for you to be more comfortable with the idea. Here's me, trying not to be pushy.

[endof_theline]

You know I don't think you're pushy.

[assholic]

[She cupped his cheek and gave it a light pat, smiling at him.]

I know. That's one of the things I love about you.

[endof_theline]

...Am I being pushy?

[assholic]

Not even a little. You're my sexy grumpy tortoise.

[endof_theline]

[He laughs, squeezing her arms a little.]

Now I'm a tortoise??

[assholic]

Mm. Slow moving old man tortoise. With a great... shell. So hot.

[endof_theline]

I don't even know what you're talking about anymore, but at least I'm still on the hot list.

So. One clothes drawer one sex drawer?

[assholic]

Two clothes drawers, one sex drawer. And half my closet. Final offer.

[endof_theline]

Half the closet? I don't have enough clothes for that!

[assholic]

Yeah, well, neither do I. And maybe we'll have to change that. Get you some spiffy sexy suits. More than two pairs of jeans- which isn't a dig. I only have three.

[endof_theline]

Is that your thing? Seeing me in suits?

I dunno if I can pull that off anymore. My left is always too tight.

I can get more jeans, though.

[assholic]

I'd like to see you in at least one and see if it's my thing.

And that, my sexy leftie, is what bespoke stores are for. You're not the only person with alteration needs.

[For similar or different reasons; missing appendages, or accident or birth defects that required alterations. They happened. And those individuals could still bling out.]

More jeans. Sweats. Oh god, please get sweats.