I can't bring myself to think of anything except a submissive dbf Bucky on his knees, shirtless and just short of begging to be allowed to touch you. (Probably inspired by this tiktok that I've watched SO many times)
Even his very first kiss is frantic. He usually starts off gentle; almost tentative but within minutes he's holding the back of your head, keeping you close and it's such an indulgent kiss, it makes your head swim.
"Fuck." His mouth latches onto your neck, groaning quietly when he realises you already have the first couple of buttons of his shirt undone. He's already lost any desire he might have had to take this slowly.
You pull him back up to kiss your lips with a hand gently cradling the back of his neck. He doesn't voice any objections, following your lead and letting his warm lips slide over yours until your tongue teases his.
He's practically melting already and it's so rewarding to watch how easily he crumbles. Your lips don't part from his while he shrugs his shirt off and as soon as his neck is free of the collar, your hand replaces it.
His eyes open when you start to apply pressure to the outside of his throat, careful to avoid pressing on any of the more delicate structures. "Harder." He needs this. You have no problem indulging him.
"You're so good for me." He's flushed already but you swear the praise makes his cheeks blaze even hotter. His lips are pink and slick and he's long since forgotten his need to kiss you. Up until you use your grip on his neck to direct him to kneel on the carpet.
You let go of his throat, the release of pressure gives him a head rush and it's written all over his face. He's looking up at you expectantly, desperate to know what's coming next. Are you going to tease him about being so submissive? Slap his face a little? Spit in his mouth maybe? A little part of him isn't sure what he'd prefer more.
You do none of the above though. Instead, you perch on the edge of the bed while you play with his hair, letting the seconds tick past, not saying a word.
He almost feels deprived of touch, going from so much to so little in a short space of time. Your knees are pressed tightly together but he kisses up one of your bare legs regardless, worshipping every inch of skin he can press his mouth to.
"Spread your legs." It's only a quiet murmur but his tone is off. He's not in a position to be making any demands.
"Who do you think you're talking to?" It's almost funny that he thinks he'll get what he wants by addressing you like that.
"Spread your legs please." The emphasis seems genuine. He engaged his mouth before he engaged his brain. It happens and you forgive him, parting your thighs and letting him shift the skirt of your dress out of the way.
You hadn't bothered to wear underwear. It only gets in the way and Bucky seemed appreciative that he didn't have to waste any time taking it off you.
"You're so wet already." This wasn't news to you. Even just the thought of him on his knees for you is enough to get you worked up, never mind the reality.
One of your hands instinctively settles on the back of his head and you feel him start to glide his tongue over your slick sex. He kisses your body like he did your lips earlier. The pressure and intensity feels indulgent, long strokes of his tongue that allow him to taste you the way he's been dreaming of.
The slick sounds are obscene. His quiet moans are filthy. He sinks two thick fingers into your body, curling them while his tongue laps at your clit and you can't help the way your legs shake.
The pointed tip of your shoe presses gently to the front of his trousers and he gratefully grinds against the sole. His pleasure can't and won't be forgotten, although it seems like that wasn't a concern of his anyway.
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Same anon as before asking about base coats, do you also have any recommendations for fast drying top coats? I unfortunately have the attention span of a gnat and get easily distracted with other tasks while waiting for my nails to dry and almost always end up messing them up 😞
ah!! I haven't tried a HUGE number of topcoats and basecoats, only a Selection. but the favorites I use:
For basecoat, I almost always use holo taco's long-lasting basecoat, or ORLY's Bonder if I'm out of the HT one.
My favorite ridge filling / nail foundation basecoat is the Mooncat one, "Getting even"
The only good top coat I've ever liked is the ella+mila "in a rush" quick dry top coat, though I wish they used a paddle brush!
Even tho the ella+mila one IS very good, and does dry down quickly, there's still always the possibility of denting ur nails... it's not for everybody, but maybe if you're someone who gets restless waiting for your nails to harden / you multitask / you forget your polish is still soft, etc, maybe you'd like giving yourself gel manicures a little better? where when you're done painting your nails, you're actually Done Painting Your Nails. It could be worth a try!
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Curly haired shou (in a strawberry jacket because he deserves it <3)
[ID: fully colored and cell shaded art of shou from Mob Psycho 100. The background is a simple pastel yellow, and the colors are warm. He is light skinned, with light freckles and blue eyes, and his usually spiky orange hair is styled curly instead. In addition, he is wearing a white jacket adorned with pastel strawberries and accents of green, a yellow and orange striped shirt, brown pants, and yellow, pink and green boots. As he stands, hands in his jackets' pockets, he is smirking. End ID.]
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HAVE YOU SEEN THIS??
THE OPEN COLLAR
HIS BICEPS
HIS SMIRK
HIS FOREARMS
i'm absolutely feral rn 🥵
No because the greys in the beard too?? It makes me think of dad's best friend Steve and that's way too damn hot
Like the respectful, painfully handsome older man who spends his free time lounging on his couch with a book or out playing golf with your father.
The man who calls you "petal" when he picks you up from a night out at the college bar, takes your makeup off and sleeps on the couch while you sleep in his bed.
The man who pretends he isn't half hard when you try to tempt him, bending over his marble kitchen countertop, sucking on a popsicle and asking if he'd like a taste on a hot day.
"There are plenty of popsicles, petal. What makes you think I need to taste yours?" He's trying to stay polite, just testing the water to see if you're trying to take this in the direction he so desperately hopes it's going.
"Oh Stevie." You laugh, his breath catching in his throat as you lick the length of the frozen treat, catching a drip that was rolling down a little too quickly. You know it's the crudest way of getting his attention but damn, you've got it as you wrap your lips around the tip, flicking your tongue in the kind of way that has him hooked. "Mine tastes so sweet. It's addictive, Steve. Bet you wouldn't be able to stop once you've had a taste."
"Tell you what, petal. How about you finish the popsicle and I'll find something else to enjoy?" You have him right where you want him, on the verge of snapping. He's looking at you like he's ravenous and you're enjoying it just a little too much.
"Whatever you like, daddy." You smirk and God, that's it. His mouth is on yours, kissing your colder lips so frantically and the popsicle falls to the floor, totally forgotten.
"Didn't realise you were so good at that. Gonna have to fill that pretty mouth later. Let you suck on something a little bigger." He can't help how badly he needs this. It's so wrong and he knows it but at the end of the day, who's going to stop two very enthusiastically consenting adults?
He helps shimmy you out of your little shorts and his tongue massages yours, dropping your panties to the floor before he props you up on the cool marble. "Need a fuckin' taste, petal." He grunts, sinking to his knees and diving in with gentle, teasing flicks of his tongue.
You're so worked up already, it's nearly embarrassing but he doesn't comment. In fact, he doesn't say anything. Instead he just moans at the feeling of your fingers tangling in his hair, your hips grinding against his hungry mouth as he licks and slurps like a man starved.
"Just like that, daddy. Oh fuck!" You whine, your back arching and your head thrown back but you're so glad you look down in time to catch the sight of his greying beard, slick with your arousal as he takes a breath before going right back to licking and sucking between your legs.
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