MASTERLIST: last updated - 1/14/25
*18+ MDNI
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MASTERLIST: last updated - 1/14/25
*18+ MDNI
it is sunday after all (n.k.)
A Summer Sunday w/ a responsible partner || MDNI 18+
Nanami x Reader || 3.6k
I started rewatching jjk after two years so itâs only natural that my kindling yearn for older men has been set ablaze by none other than the manimal himself⊠nanami kento â and im a sucker for sexual tension  P.s.: i like a lil meat on the bones, i reread this 1.5 times to edit and it's been about a year since i've last written so just a silly little drab. engoy. tw: no actual sex, just HEAVY tension, heavy petting, kissing, lots of kissing, lots of touching, heavy on the devotion, brief mentions of anxiety, afab!reader but i left it as ambiguous as i could
The vibes: (house) 1 ; 2 : 3 ; 4 || (ur fit) 1 ; 2 ; 3 || (nk fit) 1
Beads of sweat pooled at the back of your neck as you sat out on the sun lounger, the umbrella above you did little to block out the heat but provided enough shade to make it somewhat bearable.
Truth be told, even if there was no umbrella youâd still be out here willingly frying away just to watch the sight before you.Â
Your hunk of a boyfriend was a few yards away in nothing but a (slutty) pair of jeans, mowing the lawn.Â
It was a hot August Sunday, a day clearly meant for staying cool indoors but if Nanami was going to be anything⊠it was going to be a workaholic.Â
You spent the better part of the morning begging him to stay in bed, but he only spared you an extra ten minutesâ something about beating meat heat. Oops.
âIt is Sunday after all,â He called out from the closet, as he changed his shirt. Youâre pretty sure he went on a tangent after that about household chores but you were definitely distracted by the view of his muscles from the mirror to really pay attention to anything.Â
Now here you were, too desperate to leave the viewâ yet too stoic to make a move.Â
it is sunday after all (n.k.)
A Summer Sunday w/ a responsible partner || MDNI 18+
Nanami x Reader || 3.6k
I started rewatching jjk after two years so itâs only natural that my kindling yearn for older men has been set ablaze by none other than the manimal himself⊠nanami kento â and im a sucker for sexual tension  P.s.: i like a lil meat on the bones, i reread this 1.5 times to edit and it's been about a year since i've last written so just a silly little drab. engoy. tw: no actual sex, just HEAVY tension, heavy petting, kissing, lots of kissing, lots of touching, heavy on the devotion, brief mentions of anxiety, afab!reader but i left it as ambiguous as i could
The vibes: (house) 1 ; 2 : 3 ; 4 || (ur fit) 1 ; 2 ; 3 || (nk fit) 1
Beads of sweat pooled at the back of your neck as you sat out on the sun lounger, the umbrella above you did little to block out the heat but provided enough shade to make it somewhat bearable.
Truth be told, even if there was no umbrella youâd still be out here willingly frying away just to watch the sight before you.Â
Your hunk of a boyfriend was a few yards away in nothing but a (slutty) pair of jeans, mowing the lawn.Â
It was a hot August Sunday, a day clearly meant for staying cool indoors but if Nanami was going to be anything⊠it was going to be a workaholic.Â
You spent the better part of the morning begging him to stay in bed, but he only spared you an extra ten minutesâ something about beating meat heat. Oops.
âIt is Sunday after all,â He called out from the closet, as he changed his shirt. Youâre pretty sure he went on a tangent after that about household chores but you were definitely distracted by the view of his muscles from the mirror to really pay attention to anything.Â
Now here you were, too desperate to leave the viewâ yet too stoic to make a move.Â
Iâm so so sorry youâre struggling, love. I know exactly how you feel, and I wish i had something more poetic or encouraging to say. But all I can offer is that youâre not alone in feeling this way. I would give you a big hug if I could. I hope all of your tomorrowâs are kinder than the last <3
bby đđ thank you so much â iâm sorry iâm being so dramatic i just hate the teetering of back and forth things it messes with my vibes LOL but i really appreciate your words and i honestly think about you and everyone every day i really wish i had more to write but i just am so heartbroken by my day to day itâs hard to get over some times
iâve been m.i.a. and i really wish i wasnât.
but iâm going to be honest because⊠thereâs nowhere else i can be and this has been weighing heavy on my chest lately.
iâm 23 and iâve never been in love, in a relationship, etc. and clearly thatâs why i write about it â to try and create this hope and fill this gap in my life that is clearly a crucial element to living.
I âve always wanted so badly to believe in love. I want to believe in love. I wrote about romance and partnership to grow the idea of love in my mind and that just because I donât have it in my hands right now that doesnât mean it wont ever come to me⊠i mean look at all these scenarios where love can exist.. itâs bound to happen for me⊠right?
thatâs what i was putting into my work. god, i wanted love to be real of course i knew it came with a mess but the kind of mess you laugh about as you clean up the pieces. not the kind that leaves tiny shards of glass and cracks in the fragments.
iâve spent the last ten years of my life actively trying to convince myself that love⊠romance⊠is out there and itâs real.
instead if Iâve learned anything from the life around me itâs that love and the promise of being with someone has genuinely turned into a joke. and I mean that with all sincerity and i hate it. I hate that i no longer look at love with yearning and affection instead iâm filled with rage and disgust and a fear that no longer feels like butterflies but instead like im being turned from the inside out.
This feeling started slowly.. which is why i took a break but then things escalated and I can no longer see love in the light I saw it before. The want i used to feel is replaced with dread. I can no longer see love in my eyes and Iâm so sorry.
I.. am so sad. and I am so lost. love wasnât meant to be this ugly.
lunch break
a quickie???? w/ congressman barnes????Â
Congressman!Bucky x Reader 3.4k w/c
TW: 18+ MDNI; nsfw established relationship. Unprotected sex. Size kink, praise kink, dirty talk, filthy language, overstimulation, cockwarming adjacent. desperation-fueled sex, grinding, rough thrusting, handjob through clothing, dry humping, minimal undressing (partially clothed sex). manhandling. breeding kink language, mild body insecurity (Bucky's softened body), affirming partner praise. slight dubcon. Slight dom!Bucky energy, clingy/submissive reader energy.
a/n PLS reblog to support
Okay, but imagine⊠It's like 3 a.m. in the morning. Your dream has been interrupted by this incessant buzzing beside you. Blindly reaching for your phone and finding it underneath your body (bad habit), you peeled your eyes open enough to answer the call, putting the phone to your ear.Â
âDollââÂ
âDo you know what time it is, Congressman Barnes?â you immediately interrupted him.Â
âI know, gorgeous, butââÂ
âThis better be an emergency,â you feign annoyance. You had no issue with him calling you anytime; you just liked teasing him about it.Â
âI wouldnât call unless it were dire,â he murmurs, voice low and warm with sleep. âI just⊠Iâll finally be back home in D.C. tomorrow.â
You hum sleepily, not quite hiding your smile.
âAnd that couldnât wait âtil morning?â
âNot when Iâve only got an hour free.â Thereâs a pause, then he adds, quieter, âFigured Iâd see if you wanted to spend it with me.â
Another beat.
âLunch. OrâŠâ His voice trails off, thick with suggestion, âWe could just... spend it.â
âFine, but until then, you need to rethink what you consider an 'emergency.â " You flopped onto your side, getting comfortable under the blanket. The sound of his voice accidentally lulling you back to sleep. You yawned.Â
âMaking sure my girl gets put into my schedule is an emergency.â He caught you mid-yawn, mouth left open. Trying to ignore the heat rising to your cheeks, you scoffed, rolling your eyes, but you were ultimately speechless.Â
âSing a song to me, Barnes.â You whisper, your eyes are no longer able to remain open. Thereâs a pause.Â
âAre you serious?â A soft laugh leaves your lips.Â
âNo, I'm just messing with you,â you said, fixing your head on the pillow, wondering if he could hear the smirk in your voice. Never in all your relationship had you ever asked him to do that, but you wanted to get him back for calling at such an ungodly hour.Â
âFunny. Go back to bed, Doll.â He says softly into the phone.Â
âSee you soon, Congressman.â You replied before hanging up.
i think when i reach the next big followers milestone ill finally do a pt. 2 for craving ctrl :p
sit pretty, ride hard
-- the only thing that can fix a rough day is a pretty boy to come home to.
Bucky Barnes x Fem! Reader 3.2kwc
tw: 18+ MDNI, explicit sexual content, dom!reader x sub!Bucky Barnes, power exchange, praise kink, leash/belt kink, overstimulation, crying during sex, use of âpuppyâ and âgood boy,â begging, cock worship, possessive behavior, degradation (light), soft aftercare, mild manipulation/teasing, creampie, dirty talk, mildly obsessive undertones, language, semi-public implications (thin walls/neighbors) a/n: just heard someone say i was in the room doing hw⊠JOKES ON THEM I ALREADY DID HW___I WAS WRITING THIS HEHEHE
DEAD, OK IMAGINE THIS⊠Itâs been a particularly rough day, you know the kind where you couldnât find your left shoe this morning, or you couldnât remember where you threw your keys last night, or the fact that this week in general was a kick in the ass, what with the end of the second quarter coming aroundâWe can only go up from here! âreplayed in your head as you recounted your bossâs efforts during the biweekly quarter meeting and every pass in the hallway since a month ago. And to make matters somehow worse, a flash flood blew in out of nowhere, and now your white blouse is practically soaked.Â
All you want is to be inside your home, in your pajamas, in bed, and maybe your gorgeous beau to make it all feel better.Â
You give the door to your house a hard shove, rushing in, throwing your stuff on the floor, and toeing off your flats.Â
âHi, baby, rough day?â You look up to see your handsome lover standing at the entryway, leaning against the wall. Your shoulders subconsciously droop in relief as he comes into view.Â
âYou have no idea,â you sigh, immediately walking towards him, arms outstretched, which he meets halfway. His arms find your body while your fingers find the hairs at the nape of his neck. He gives you a quick peck on the lips, and when he pulls away, you find yourself quietly wishing for more.Â
âYou wanna talk about it?â He asks, and you shake your head, taking a deep breath.Â
He smelled like laundry detergent and pine soap. Mustâve showered recentlyâ you thought as your hands came to rest on the swell of his chest.Â
âNo, I donât think so,â you say softly, as you tiptoe to try and get a kiss, which he happily accepts. His lips are soft against yours and âGod, you didnât realize how much calm he brought you⊠It was kinda nauseatingly sweet. You feel him pull away and find yourself again wishing he hadnât.Â
âIs there anything I can do to make you feel better?â He says, into your hair before he pulls back, and takes you in. You watch his eyes dip to your blouse, the soaked fabric clung to your chest, turning translucent, and Buckyâs breath hitched slightly as the outline of soft lace, barely-there blush in color, ghosted through. Not obvious. Not intentional. But enough to make his fingers twitch at your sides. He quickly shifts his gaze back to your face.Â
âWellâŠâ You suddenly turn coy, knowing just the right buttons to push after all these years. âI can think of something.â You say softly, a hand comes to tuck a damp strand of hair behind your ear before slowly ghosting your finger from the hollow of your throat down toward where your wet blouse clings to the top of your chest, fabric sticking to skin in a way that makes Buckyâs eyes drop instantly.Â
breathe you in
Dead,, needing to SMELL your lover to be okay????â GETTOUTTA HEREEEE
joel miller x reader imagine 2kwc
TW: 18+ MDNI; nsfw, post-panic attack intimacy, intense emotional vulnerability, scent as grounding, emotionally driven sex, power dynamics (consensual), begging, praise kink, desperate and talkative!Joel, soft domination, slow grinding, unprotected sex, deep emotional dependency, cockwarming adjacent energy, physical clinging, overstimulation potential
a/n: Also iâm def trying to bring back the casuality of what used to be posting on hereâŠ. There are many layers to this, which i could talk abt all day, but for now Bc i still love Joel, so very muchÂ
Imagine itâs late at night, you and Joel have gone to bed. Youâre wrapped in the heat of your shared duvet, blanket tucked under your chin just how you like it. Joel had fallen asleep with his arm wrapped tightly around you, but that was hours ago, and⊠a manâs gotta spread. Heâs sprawled out on the bed beside you, both fast asleep.Â
Suddenly, the bed creaks with an aggressive shake, and loud mumbling turned panic fills the room. Youâre ripped from your sleep when the sounds of his gasps break through your dream barrier, and you realize Joel mustâve had another nightmare.Â
Throwing the blanket off your body, you sit up and reach over to touch his face, soft shushes leaving your lips.Â
âHey, hey,â you cooed, âJoel, Babyââ You tried to pacify his cries, warming your hand against the curve of his jaw as you leaned into his side of the bed. He was frantic as he looked around the room, trying to reorient himself.Â
âSweetheart,â getting on your knees, you move to straddle one of his legs, trying not to become frantic. âIt was just a nightmare, look at me.â This had come out more stern than previous, and it seemed to break through whatever trance Joel seemed to find himself in.Â
His sounds softened as you continued to coax his attention towards you. Soon, the only sound that left his lips turned into heavy breathing as his hand shakily grasped your wrist against his skin. His eyes widen as he finally turns to look at you.Â
full of you
 Mueheueheuheheuehe
werewolf! joel x reader 2.4k/w
TW: 18+ MDNI; nsfw, werewolf knotting, full moon sex, supernatural elements, rough sex, size kink, overstimulation, deep penetration, cock-drunkenness, fluid play (drool/slick/cum), consensual power dynamics, light choking, intense scent marking, possessive behavior, knotting/breeding kink, primal desperation, marking with teeth (non-breaking skin), manhandling, muscle worship, emotionally charged dominance, begging, praise kink, brief emotional vulnerability, post-orgasmic clinging, knot-induced lock-in, mild somnophilic undertones (reader too fucked out to respond), feral!Joel, soft aftercare in context of overstimulation
a/n: everybody say thank u shmeed!
Okay, imagine, but imagine werewolf Joel with a fat knot⊠Itâs a full moon, so heâs a littleâokay, a lotâworked up. You guys have been in bed for the better half of an hour at this point. The room reeked of sex, joelâs promise of opening the windows long gone, beads of sweat trailed down the side of his face while sweat pooled in the crevice of your collarbones.Â
âFuck, thatâs it baby.â Joel grunted. His hands were practically bruising your hips, his fingernails leaving crescent moon indents onto your plush skin. He had you on top of him (one of his many fave positions) legs spread on both sides of him. Heâd currently been spending the last then minutes trying to get you to take his full cock but heâs only been able to get his tip past your tight hole despite the amount of precum that was leaking from the tip.Â
You couldnât help it. It was just too good.Â
tbh i still canât believe i wrote this
full of you
 Mueheueheuheheuehe
werewolf! joel x reader 2.4k/w
TW: 18+ MDNI; nsfw, werewolf knotting, full moon sex, supernatural elements, rough sex, size kink, overstimulation, deep penetration, cock-drunkenness, fluid play (drool/slick/cum), consensual power dynamics, light choking, intense scent marking, possessive behavior, knotting/breeding kink, primal desperation, marking with teeth (non-breaking skin), manhandling, muscle worship, emotionally charged dominance, begging, praise kink, brief emotional vulnerability, post-orgasmic clinging, knot-induced lock-in, mild somnophilic undertones (reader too fucked out to respond), feral!Joel, soft aftercare in context of overstimulation
a/n: everybody say thank u shmeed!
Okay, imagine, but imagine werewolf Joel with a fat knot⊠Itâs a full moon, so heâs a littleâokay, a lotâworked up. You guys have been in bed for the better half of an hour at this point. The room reeked of sex, joelâs promise of opening the windows long gone, beads of sweat trailed down the side of his face while sweat pooled in the crevice of your collarbones.Â
âFuck, thatâs it baby.â Joel grunted. His hands were practically bruising your hips, his fingernails leaving crescent moon indents onto your plush skin. He had you on top of him (one of his many fave positions) legs spread on both sides of him. Heâd currently been spending the last then minutes trying to get you to take his full cock but heâs only been able to get his tip past your tight hole despite the amount of precum that was leaking from the tip.Â
You couldnât help it. It was just too good.Â
full of you
 Mueheueheuheheuehe
werewolf! joel x reader 2.4k/w
TW: 18+ MDNI; nsfw, werewolf knotting, full moon sex, supernatural elements, rough sex, size kink, overstimulation, deep penetration, cock-drunkenness, fluid play (drool/slick/cum), consensual power dynamics, light choking, intense scent marking, possessive behavior, knotting/breeding kink, primal desperation, marking with teeth (non-breaking skin), manhandling, muscle worship, emotionally charged dominance, begging, praise kink, brief emotional vulnerability, post-orgasmic clinging, knot-induced lock-in, mild somnophilic undertones (reader too fucked out to respond), feral!Joel, soft aftercare in context of overstimulation
a/n: everybody say thank u shmeed!
Okay, imagine, but imagine werewolf Joel with a fat knot⊠Itâs a full moon, so heâs a littleâokay, a lotâworked up. You guys have been in bed for the better half of an hour at this point. The room reeked of sex, joelâs promise of opening the windows long gone, beads of sweat trailed down the side of his face while sweat pooled in the crevice of your collarbones.Â
âFuck, thatâs it baby.â Joel grunted. His hands were practically bruising your hips, his fingernails leaving crescent moon indents onto your plush skin. He had you on top of him (one of his many fave positions) legs spread on both sides of him. Heâd currently been spending the last then minutes trying to get you to take his full cock but heâs only been able to get his tip past your tight hole despite the amount of precum that was leaking from the tip.Â
You couldnât help it. It was just too good.Â
breathe you in
Dead,, needing to SMELL your lover to be okay????â GETTOUTTA HEREEEE
joel miller x reader imagine 2kwc
TW: 18+ MDNI; nsfw, post-panic attack intimacy, intense emotional vulnerability, scent as grounding, emotionally driven sex, power dynamics (consensual), begging, praise kink, desperate and talkative!Joel, soft domination, slow grinding, unprotected sex, deep emotional dependency, cockwarming adjacent energy, physical clinging, overstimulation potential
a/n: Also iâm def trying to bring back the casuality of what used to be posting on hereâŠ. There are many layers to this, which i could talk abt all day, but for now Bc i still love Joel, so very muchÂ
Imagine itâs late at night, you and Joel have gone to bed. Youâre wrapped in the heat of your shared duvet, blanket tucked under your chin just how you like it. Joel had fallen asleep with his arm wrapped tightly around you, but that was hours ago, and⊠a manâs gotta spread. Heâs sprawled out on the bed beside you, both fast asleep.Â
Suddenly, the bed creaks with an aggressive shake, and loud mumbling turned panic fills the room. Youâre ripped from your sleep when the sounds of his gasps break through your dream barrier, and you realize Joel mustâve had another nightmare.Â
Throwing the blanket off your body, you sit up and reach over to touch his face, soft shushes leaving your lips.Â
âHey, hey,â you cooed, âJoel, Babyââ You tried to pacify his cries, warming your hand against the curve of his jaw as you leaned into his side of the bed. He was frantic as he looked around the room, trying to reorient himself.Â
âSweetheart,â getting on your knees, you move to straddle one of his legs, trying not to become frantic. âIt was just a nightmare, look at me.â This had come out more stern than previous, and it seemed to break through whatever trance Joel seemed to find himself in.Â
His sounds softened as you continued to coax his attention towards you. Soon, the only sound that left his lips turned into heavy breathing as his hand shakily grasped your wrist against his skin. His eyes widen as he finally turns to look at you.Â
breathe you in
Dead,, needing to SMELL your lover to be okay????â GETTOUTTA HEREEEE
joel miller x reader imagine 2kwc
TW: 18+ MDNI; nsfw, post-panic attack intimacy, intense emotional vulnerability, scent as grounding, emotionally driven sex, power dynamics (consensual), begging, praise kink, desperate and talkative!Joel, soft domination, slow grinding, unprotected sex, deep emotional dependency, cockwarming adjacent energy, physical clinging, overstimulation potential
a/n: Also iâm def trying to bring back the casuality of what used to be posting on hereâŠ. There are many layers to this, which i could talk abt all day, but for now Bc i still love Joel, so very muchÂ
Imagine itâs late at night, you and Joel have gone to bed. Youâre wrapped in the heat of your shared duvet, blanket tucked under your chin just how you like it. Joel had fallen asleep with his arm wrapped tightly around you, but that was hours ago, and⊠a manâs gotta spread. Heâs sprawled out on the bed beside you, both fast asleep.Â
Suddenly, the bed creaks with an aggressive shake, and loud mumbling turned panic fills the room. Youâre ripped from your sleep when the sounds of his gasps break through your dream barrier, and you realize Joel mustâve had another nightmare.Â
Throwing the blanket off your body, you sit up and reach over to touch his face, soft shushes leaving your lips.Â
âHey, hey,â you cooed, âJoel, Babyââ You tried to pacify his cries, warming your hand against the curve of his jaw as you leaned into his side of the bed. He was frantic as he looked around the room, trying to reorient himself.Â
âSweetheart,â getting on your knees, you move to straddle one of his legs, trying not to become frantic. âIt was just a nightmare, look at me.â This had come out more stern than previous, and it seemed to break through whatever trance Joel seemed to find himself in.Â
His sounds softened as you continued to coax his attention towards you. Soon, the only sound that left his lips turned into heavy breathing as his hand shakily grasped your wrist against his skin. His eyes widen as he finally turns to look at you.Â
breathe you in
Dead,, needing to SMELL your lover to be okay????â GETTOUTTA HEREEEE
joel miller x reader imagine 2kwc
TW: 18+ MDNI; nsfw, post-panic attack intimacy, intense emotional vulnerability, scent as grounding, emotionally driven sex, power dynamics (consensual), begging, praise kink, desperate and talkative!Joel, soft domination, slow grinding, unprotected sex, deep emotional dependency, cockwarming adjacent energy, physical clinging, overstimulation potential
a/n: Also iâm def trying to bring back the casuality of what used to be posting on hereâŠ. There are many layers to this, which i could talk abt all day, but for now Bc i still love Joel, so very muchÂ
Imagine itâs late at night, you and Joel have gone to bed. Youâre wrapped in the heat of your shared duvet, blanket tucked under your chin just how you like it. Joel had fallen asleep with his arm wrapped tightly around you, but that was hours ago, and⊠a manâs gotta spread. Heâs sprawled out on the bed beside you, both fast asleep.Â
Suddenly, the bed creaks with an aggressive shake, and loud mumbling turned panic fills the room. Youâre ripped from your sleep when the sounds of his gasps break through your dream barrier, and you realize Joel mustâve had another nightmare.Â
Throwing the blanket off your body, you sit up and reach over to touch his face, soft shushes leaving your lips.Â
âHey, hey,â you cooed, âJoel, Babyââ You tried to pacify his cries, warming your hand against the curve of his jaw as you leaned into his side of the bed. He was frantic as he looked around the room, trying to reorient himself.Â
âSweetheart,â getting on your knees, you move to straddle one of his legs, trying not to become frantic. âIt was just a nightmare, look at me.â This had come out more stern than previous, and it seemed to break through whatever trance Joel seemed to find himself in.Â
His sounds softened as you continued to coax his attention towards you. Soon, the only sound that left his lips turned into heavy breathing as his hand shakily grasped your wrist against his skin. His eyes widen as he finally turns to look at you.Â
sit pretty, ride hard
-- the only thing that can fix a rough day is a pretty boy to come home to.
Bucky Barnes x Fem! Reader 3.2kwc
tw: 18+ MDNI, explicit sexual content, dom!reader x sub!Bucky Barnes, power exchange, praise kink, leash/belt kink, overstimulation, crying during sex, use of âpuppyâ and âgood boy,â begging, cock worship, possessive behavior, degradation (light), soft aftercare, mild manipulation/teasing, creampie, dirty talk, mildly obsessive undertones, language, semi-public implications (thin walls/neighbors) a/n: just heard someone say i was in the room doing hw⊠JOKES ON THEM I ALREADY DID HW___I WAS WRITING THIS HEHEHE
DEAD, OK IMAGINE THIS⊠Itâs been a particularly rough day, you know the kind where you couldnât find your left shoe this morning, or you couldnât remember where you threw your keys last night, or the fact that this week in general was a kick in the ass, what with the end of the second quarter coming aroundâWe can only go up from here! âreplayed in your head as you recounted your bossâs efforts during the biweekly quarter meeting and every pass in the hallway since a month ago. And to make matters somehow worse, a flash flood blew in out of nowhere, and now your white blouse is practically soaked.Â
All you want is to be inside your home, in your pajamas, in bed, and maybe your gorgeous beau to make it all feel better.Â
You give the door to your house a hard shove, rushing in, throwing your stuff on the floor, and toeing off your flats.Â
âHi, baby, rough day?â You look up to see your handsome lover standing at the entryway, leaning against the wall. Your shoulders subconsciously droop in relief as he comes into view.Â
âYou have no idea,â you sigh, immediately walking towards him, arms outstretched, which he meets halfway. His arms find your body while your fingers find the hairs at the nape of his neck. He gives you a quick peck on the lips, and when he pulls away, you find yourself quietly wishing for more.Â
âYou wanna talk about it?â He asks, and you shake your head, taking a deep breath.Â
He smelled like laundry detergent and pine soap. Mustâve showered recentlyâ you thought as your hands came to rest on the swell of his chest.Â
âNo, I donât think so,â you say softly, as you tiptoe to try and get a kiss, which he happily accepts. His lips are soft against yours and âGod, you didnât realize how much calm he brought you⊠It was kinda nauseatingly sweet. You feel him pull away and find yourself again wishing he hadnât.Â
âIs there anything I can do to make you feel better?â He says, into your hair before he pulls back, and takes you in. You watch his eyes dip to your blouse, the soaked fabric clung to your chest, turning translucent, and Buckyâs breath hitched slightly as the outline of soft lace, barely-there blush in color, ghosted through. Not obvious. Not intentional. But enough to make his fingers twitch at your sides. He quickly shifts his gaze back to your face.Â
âWellâŠâ You suddenly turn coy, knowing just the right buttons to push after all these years. âI can think of something.â You say softly, a hand comes to tuck a damp strand of hair behind your ear before slowly ghosting your finger from the hollow of your throat down toward where your wet blouse clings to the top of your chest, fabric sticking to skin in a way that makes Buckyâs eyes drop instantly.Â
WHOOOOOOOO my switch and dom girlies are fucking WINNING with this one đ„”đ¶â€ïžâđ„
sit pretty, ride hard
-- the only thing that can fix a rough day is a pretty boy to come home to.
Bucky Barnes x Fem! Reader 3.2kwc
tw: 18+ MDNI, explicit sexual content, dom!reader x sub!Bucky Barnes, power exchange, praise kink, leash/belt kink, overstimulation, crying during sex, use of âpuppyâ and âgood boy,â begging, cock worship, possessive behavior, degradation (light), soft aftercare, mild manipulation/teasing, creampie, dirty talk, mildly obsessive undertones, language, semi-public implications (thin walls/neighbors) a/n: just heard someone say i was in the room doing hw⊠JOKES ON THEM I ALREADY DID HW___I WAS WRITING THIS HEHEHE
DEAD, OK IMAGINE THIS⊠Itâs been a particularly rough day, you know the kind where you couldnât find your left shoe this morning, or you couldnât remember where you threw your keys last night, or the fact that this week in general was a kick in the ass, what with the end of the second quarter coming aroundâWe can only go up from here! âreplayed in your head as you recounted your bossâs efforts during the biweekly quarter meeting and every pass in the hallway since a month ago. And to make matters somehow worse, a flash flood blew in out of nowhere, and now your white blouse is practically soaked.Â
All you want is to be inside your home, in your pajamas, in bed, and maybe your gorgeous beau to make it all feel better.Â
You give the door to your house a hard shove, rushing in, throwing your stuff on the floor, and toeing off your flats.Â
âHi, baby, rough day?â You look up to see your handsome lover standing at the entryway, leaning against the wall. Your shoulders subconsciously droop in relief as he comes into view.Â
âYou have no idea,â you sigh, immediately walking towards him, arms outstretched, which he meets halfway. His arms find your body while your fingers find the hairs at the nape of his neck. He gives you a quick peck on the lips, and when he pulls away, you find yourself quietly wishing for more.Â
âYou wanna talk about it?â He asks, and you shake your head, taking a deep breath.Â
He smelled like laundry detergent and pine soap. Mustâve showered recentlyâ you thought as your hands came to rest on the swell of his chest.Â
âNo, I donât think so,â you say softly, as you tiptoe to try and get a kiss, which he happily accepts. His lips are soft against yours and âGod, you didnât realize how much calm he brought you⊠It was kinda nauseatingly sweet. You feel him pull away and find yourself again wishing he hadnât.Â
âIs there anything I can do to make you feel better?â He says, into your hair before he pulls back, and takes you in. You watch his eyes dip to your blouse, the soaked fabric clung to your chest, turning translucent, and Buckyâs breath hitched slightly as the outline of soft lace, barely-there blush in color, ghosted through. Not obvious. Not intentional. But enough to make his fingers twitch at your sides. He quickly shifts his gaze back to your face.Â
âWellâŠâ You suddenly turn coy, knowing just the right buttons to push after all these years. âI can think of something.â You say softly, a hand comes to tuck a damp strand of hair behind your ear before slowly ghosting your finger from the hollow of your throat down toward where your wet blouse clings to the top of your chest, fabric sticking to skin in a way that makes Buckyâs eyes drop instantly.Â