#meatfic

-guessimherenowtoo

Thank you Fenyx ♥️♥️♥️

I’m about a third of the way through meatfic 2 (the second part to my cannibal romance) and am a bit stagnated. I know where I want to send it, which is bloodier and meatier as it goes and really push the bounds of what they will do for each other in this extra feral version of them. But perhaps the obvious place it’s going:

He’s hunched over Bucky and savage, grunting, nosing around Bucky’s throat and teeth testing skin, finding hard collarbone and brittle breastbone and fleshy pectoral, where he opens wider and clenches more firm, worrying a chunk in his bite. It could be a mouthful, if he chewed down, could be a morsel taken—meat for meat, traded in kind, and Bucky’s own stomach twists through a rumble at the idea there could be a piece of him living inside of Gale.

“It’ s yours,” he groans out, hand cradling the sweet bow of Gale’s head. “Eat, baby.” Gale moans at that, low and keening and muffled by Bucky’s skin.

As for aren’t you a little old to be doing this, this is something that I started with like a year ago and then found it really hard to continue with because it is about cancer, but I want to pick it back up. I wanted to write about the experience of being a person in their late 20s/early 30s who has had cancer recently and is still sorting out their feelings about that. Also it’s an age gap romance and it starts off with Gale trying to be a sugar baby for divorcee John lmao I’m not really sure what else to say about it but if there are specific questions I’ll answer them!!

“This seat taken?”

Gale looks up. The guy has ambled over, dram in one hand and the other in his pocket, and is indeed using his glass to indicate the chair that Marge just vacated. Gale sweeps a glance down the length of the empty bar, and says, “I don’t think any of ‘em are.”

Up close, the silver is more noticeable—a touch at his temples, some salt in his pepper curls. There’s a shadow over his strong jaw, and a classic sort of moustache over his top lip, and when he smiles a little crooked, the lines around his eyes deepen and crinkle. Gale finds his gaze roaming, appreciating; hard not to, when this stranger is rakish and good-looking and wearing a well-cut suit.

“Well, I just think it’s a shame you finishing that alone.” He tilts his handsome chin to Gale’s drink, and Gale unconsciously reaches for it.

Chug, laugh or wet or soft ???

thank you angel!!!! xxx

i don't have anything for chug unforch but maybe this should be a challenge where i try to work the word chug into a fic

this first one is from say angel come, my cyberpunk au! the first lines for laugh

He laughs like an engine. It’s a sweet, reliable purr with a rumble and hitch, all life and fuel in it, vital and sensual and Bucky feels it in his organs. The laugh comes with teeth, and rounded cheeks, and sun from his eyes, even though Gale is turning his face into the pillow a little, shy like he is sometimes. Bucky thinks his fingers twitch, missing touch, but there’s no reaching out.

for wet i picked from meatfic!!

“You were waiting to be wooed, huh?” Bucky murmurs, fingers knitting into the hair at the back of Gale’s head. “Waiting for me to wake up—oh, babydoll.” Gale is gnawing all gentle, not enough to puncture but tinged with need, wetting Bucky’s skin with how he’s drooling over it. Bucky’s mouth is hungering for things as well, hungering for Gale’s decadent lips against his own—the slip of his tongue, the meaty flavor of him, the sounds he makes that deserve to be swallowed down as well, raw and toothy.

and for soft.......! this is from our artist AU! aaaaaaaaaaaaaaa

The gesture is a harsh one, sculptural, inviting the artists to contend with the model's size—the spread of his long legs, his hefty thighs; the thick of his torso, broad and weighty; the swell of his arms, one engaged and one loose. He is sprawled with one knee propped up, forearm rested on his knee, and from the soft fold of his belly to the sharp tilt of his chin, he's wearing their gazes like couture. The light from the wall of windows settles over the planes of him, licking shadows into the creases and bulges of his form. Gale has a page half full of his body, copied in quick lines. He's beautiful; his name is John. Bucky.

thank you thank you!! weeeee

i've found both in the WIP part of my cannibal fic let us not desert one another aka meatfic! i can't believe how long it has been since i published part 1, but i've had a decent chunk of part 2 written for agessss. there have been times when i've thought this one is dead. but actually i've sat down today and written a few hundred words so far, so maybe all is not lost!

shiver

“You sure are persuasive,” Gale tells him, and there’s that tone which matches the expression: fond. “It’s easy when it’s you, John. You make it—Wouldn’t want to do it without you.” “Which part?” It’s a plea, for certain. “Any of it. S’ been a long time. I’d forgot why I wanted any of it at all.” “Gale.” Bucky grabs at his wrists, pulling his rare touch away, rigid fingers digging into his skin. New body parts under Bucky’s nails. “I don’t know what this is.” His teeth clack of their own accord around a sudden shiver.

fire

The cabin has a small hearth in which Bucky builds a fire using chips of wood from a part-rotted chair, making a rug out of their musk-ridden coats as Gale hangs their other clothes from the remaining furniture, close enough to drink the heat. They’re both naked as whelps, and for as organic and unaffected as it feels, watching Gale move around rangy and rawboned and beautiful kindles a secondary flame in Bucky’s nerves.

thanks heaps and heaps i appreciate the interest so much!

ME AS WELL.

disclosure: i have ~3k written so far

second disclosure: i've had a terrible no good very bad week (few weeks) but i know that everyone is kind of Going Thru It™ atm so solidarity

third disclosure: because of how scattershot and erratic i get when i'm having a bad time, i started writing two other things. one will be shorter and includes this:

one will be longer, maybe chapters (undecided), and is intensely personal for me but also includes this:

and, because you saw me moaning and griping about needing motivation and answered the call, have a bit of meatfic part 2 as well:

thank you thank you thank you hello!!

water comes from my cannibal romance aka meatfic

Under a silvery dusk, Bucky watches Gale undress and tread with no hesitation into the glacial waters. He submerges with a sudden plunge, and the ripples of him are dissipated by the time he breaks the surface again, the silence clutching icier around Bucky’s lungs with every passing second. Flicking soaked hair out of his eyes, Gale turns back to the bank; the cold has already made him red, nose and pretty cheeks and the corrugated center of his chest. “You comin’?” he asks, and impossibly, he’s smiling.

raw comes from chapter 3 of my timeslip AU, which i'm a bit stagnated on but hopefully the mood will strike soon! it's dual whump lmao both of them are having a shit time

They’ve been running for hours, a lope that’s only slightly more than walking, and with each lurch forwards Bucky feels the German boots in his gut; the ants of no food and no liquor under his skin; the festering rawness of his feet, his shin, his brain. Gale is swaggering just as widely as he is, though he isn’t clutching at his shoulder any more. Even with the moon, it’s too dim to see whether there’s more blood soaking and darkening Gale’s sheepskin, though it seems unlikely: has hasn’t keeled over yet.

skin comes from my cyberpunk AU in which some bad things are happening to Gale

The view is locked on what those fingers are doing, and Bucky knows they’re not his own—is usually good at blocking out how they’re not his own—but the nerves of his touch are sparking as those fingers get rougher. There’s no sound from Gale, no flinch, as the pinching becomes tweaking, becomes grinding and pulling, turns sensitive skin from dusky pink to something inflamed to a lurid promise of a bruise.

thank you so much for the words and interest <3 i appreciate youuuu

Heyyyy Ali <3 <3 <3 thanks heaps for the interest!! I'm honestly lowkey shocked by how many people responded and that it wasn't just people asking for tenny 😭😭😭 but that's my own neurosis at work I guess hfhfhfff

Okay meatfic 2! Thank you waaah okay. Part 1 is very much focused on Bucky's "awakening." I wanted it to be really coloured by his internal struggle and self-disgust, and also his idolisation of Gale. In Part 2, now that he's fully opened up and Gale has seen him, I'm trying to dig into why they are drawn to each other and the conflict of certain assumptions they've each been making. There will be Gale backstory! What did he mean when he said "I promised I wouldn't again," and "why didn't you tell me?" and "I've been hungry such a long time"?

I've got ~3k, and guesstimate that it will need to be about the length of the first part to cover everything I want to cover, so it might be a while off.

Here are the first two paragraphs (not fully edited):

It’s more than a day before they can leave. The carcass is gnawed near-clean, bones not quite picked but still an impressive amount of meat put away between the two of them. Fullness was foreign, unsettling almost, and had taken Bucky too many extra bites to recognize. It was when his movements became sluggish, when tiredness sunk into his bones in a way it hadn’t in years—sleepiness, not exhaustion—that he figured he’d eaten his fill. Gale pulled away around the same moment, arranging himself and blinking slow as well, looking at Bucky dazed and droopy.

The red of his mouth had been indecent, dangerously lusty: glistening and dark, juicy-looking as any ripe fruit, and so Bucky had drawn in close and licked at him carefully, a long while, until Gale was sighing but not painted red any more, because it was the best way Bucky had of getting him clean. Gale had licked him in turn, tugging absently at Bucky’s clothes through it all. They’d curled around each other like mutts sheltering from weather, though the chill air wasn’t touching them any more. Bucky had reached into Gale’s pants, and found him a luscious handful that Bucky knew more what to do with than he might have expected. He’d jerked Gale how he’d jerk himself, and felt Gale’s teeth in his neck when he came—not biting, just muffling his sob-like sounds, so forcedly quiet and shuddering in Bucky’s arms like he might shudder apart.

omg help i guess it's true! i do think balls are a bit neglected in fic hfhfhffhfhfhfffff i did 'balls' here

hot is in my cannibal romance aka meatfic! wonder what's happening here then

First, there’s bruising pressure—a clamp, strong and unforgiving, compressing muscle and fat between incisors and canines, strained and making the flesh feel swollen, fit to burst, and then it does: sharp, tight pain, gouged through Bucky’s chest deeper than the actual puncture, knife-points on knife-points and stinging hot, and then the rending, fibers pulled until they snap, and the site of the bite is a burn, thick and wet. Flooded.

slide is in my cyberpunk AU! Bucky is looking for Gale and finds Marge first

“You worryin’ for him too?” she says, and Bucky kisses her because his chest is going fast. She gasps, but it turns into a suck and slide of tongues in mouths, and she’s clawing at his neck. They’re in a hot press of other bodies, and still dancing, but maybe it’s fucking simulated like they’re both rigged up, not touching for real but feeling it anyway. Bucky’s triumphant, and that’s why this is happening, because she knows who Gale is.

i'm a little astounded at how many of these i got hfhfhf it's so nice 😭😭😭

hehehe hellooooo thank you!! i appreciate you <3

this is from my cannibal romance aka meatfic! i am just so stoked i was able to work on it today after so many months of being blocked on it

finger(s)

“Boy in my class, name of Walter. He was nice; that stuck out. Took him down the track one night, ‘cause I thought it’d make me seem grown. Threw rocks at his window an’ everything.” His smile is a little rueful. “Tried to hold his hand, but he pulled away. I grabbed him, an’—he was bigger’n me, hard not to be back then, but I got my teeth in his fingers. Still don’t know if it was good luck or bad that my dad was leavin’ at that minute.”