#something domestic drabble

[fandoms-writings]

3. "Let me kiss it better." omg please please please with either my favorite sweet angel Something Domestic Bucky or our favorite Daddy🥺

I have to bring back the OG for this 🥺

Pairing: ex-military amputee!Bucky x fem!reader

Word Count: 624

Warnings: it's a little more angsty than i intended, but it's okay

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It was just one of those days. The ones where everything is just a little heavier than usual. 

You couldn't pinpoint exactly what's wrong, or why you feel the way you do, but you're just done with the day. You got everything done, took care of the horses, did the chores. And now, it was hitting you like a truck. 

You sat on the couch, nothing on the tv to entertain you, your phone forgotten about on the coffee table. Your book that you'd thought might help remained untouched on the side table. Glancing out the window, you could see Bucky and Peter chatting as they walked back from the barn, Bruno following closely at their heels. 

Sighing, you looked down to Alpine, cuddled on the cushion next to you and you laid down, wrapping your arms around the little fluff ball as she stretched her paws out. 

You weren't sure how long you laid there, Alpine in your arms and just staring off into the void, but eventually Bucky entered your field of vision, kneeling next to the couch as he watched you. 

"You okay? I've been calling for you." He whispered, reaching up to drag his fingertips along your scalp. 

Your eyes focused on him, seeing the worry in his eyes and filling you with a sort of guilt. Bucky had been doing so well lately, he was visibly happy and told you so every night. So why were you making him worry about you? Why couldn't you just be happy too?

He must've seen the argument in your head because he asked again, "What's going on?" His voice dropped low and his brows scrunched and all you could do was shrug your shoulders. You wanted to tell him that sometimes life just got you down, but the words wouldn't leave your lips, it was like your voice disappeared. The small sigh he let out through his nose made the guilt in your stomach rise to your chest, tightening around your heart. 

"How can I help?" He whispered, swiping his thumb along your cheek. 

Your head shook, "I'll be fine." You didn't want him worrying over you when you didn't even know what was wrong. Usually, you just waited for it to pass whenever you got like this. 

"Darlin'," He softly warned, "If you want me to leave you alone, I will. But don't lie to me." 

Your eyes welled up at the sincerity in his voice and your voice cracked, "I'm sorry." 

He shushed your apology, swiping your tears with his knuckles, "What on earth do you have to be sorry for?" 

You sniffled, trying to gather your thoughts and your voice before explaining, "For making you worry about me. For not being happy  but not knowing what's wrong or how to fix it. Sometimes I just want to disappear and be swallowed by the couch and - "

"Hey," He muttered, cutting you off from rambling too far. "You don't have to apologize for that." He helped you sit up so he could sit next to you, tucking you into his side. "You're allowed to be sad sometimes, too." 

He held you like that for what felt like an eternity, the sun disappearing behind the horizon, leaving you in almost complete darkness had it not been for the corner light that was on. When you finally pulled yourself away from him, eyes puffy and nose running, you felt lighter. Like a weight had been lifted off your chest and the guilt was no longer wrapped around your heart. 

He helped you wipe your face off, gently cleaning off the tears before he cupped your cheeks. "Better?" 

You nodded, "Kinda." 

He smirked at you, "Let me kiss it all the way better then."

#remisneonparty #drabble #bucky x reader #something domestic drabble

[asunflowerana]

"Fried or grilled chicken for tonight?"

"Uhm—" a hurried grunt can be heard from the other line, followed by the sounds of slashing and inhuman shrieks. He must still be busy. "Uhm, grilled is good, honey. What's the side dish?"

"Cheesy mashed potatoes and tomato sauce, just the way you like it." You close the fridge door, holding the phone with your free hand while the other arm carries the pot of fresh seasoned chicken you prepared a few hours ago. You organize the counter with all the ingredients, pan pre-heating with butter.

"Perfect." There are a few more distant grunts, but you can still understand your husband's approval, making you proceed with your dinner plans. "Don't forget to lower the heat, in case you want to practice your dance moves again."

"That was one time, Kento!" You sulk, not like being called out for grooving in the kitchen. Did you burn a few things back then? Yes, but who didn't? It was your favorite pop playlist, your body went on its own!

Making sure your phone stays still well between your ear and shoulder blade, you land the first filet of chicken breast on the hot pan, a not-so-usual sizzling sound taking place in the room. Yep, let's definitely lower the heat, you move your fingers around the knob. "I won't burn our food again, smarty pants. Stop bullying your wife."

But you can't stay mad at him for too long. Not when you feel his deep, breathless chuckles flowing right inside your ear, into your mind and heart, making your stomach flutter like a scholar girl just like every single time. "I'm sorry honey, you're right. Your food 's heaven, burned or not."

Letting out a last huff, you roll your eyes, feeling your lips curve in a lopsided smile. You bet Nanami has a similar one on his face right now. "How long 'til you come home?"

There's a small pause, filled with lowly breaths and the far sound of crickets. Maybe he finished what he was dealing with. "45 minutes from now. Think you can hold tight?"

"You're not deserving, but I'll make an effort." Now you hear the perfect form of a snicker, making you wish you could kiss it away and fill that pretty cheeky face with even more kisses. You miss your husband. "Come safe, 'kay? I'll see you soon."

"See you soon, honey. Stay safe."

And the red finish button is pressed. Nanami carefully returns the device inside his pocket, now investing his whole attention on the last, persistent curse gaping at him behind a pillar, thinking it could catch him out of guard.

Rubbing of the remains of blood coming from a small cut on his jaw, he roughly loosen the tight knot of his tie that you so lovingly did this morning. He needs to move without restraints if he wants to get the next subway, though.

"Let's finish for today, shall we?"

And like every weekday, Kento makes it on time.

Reblogs and comments are deeply appreciated 🦋

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#i love nanamin too much #i just needed to do something for him in my comeback #100% husband material #{ w.jjk } #nanami kento #nanami x reader #nanami x you #nanami x y/n #nanami kento x reader #jujutsu kaisen x reader #domestic fluff #husband!nanami #jujutsu kaisen #drabble #poor curse

[willowworkswithwords]

Eddie looks at the empty fridge. Then his laundry. Back to the fridge.

Eddie’s brain’s been swimming in fog all night. The bites have been itchy, the nightmares had kept him up until he’d not bothered trying to sleep at all, and he feels like he’s gonna cry and for what. Just a basket of laundry and a near empty fridge.

It dawns on him that Wayne hasn’t left the factory yet, that Eddie could call him and ask him to get groceries on his way home. But Wayne’ been working longer shifts for a couple months now, to make up for the time he spent with Eddie in the hospital those first two weeks when no one was sure what was going to happen. Eddie’s been trying to do things on his own when Wayne isn’t there, to let him help when he is, to balance physical recovery and mental trauma and school and the bills sitting on the kitchen table.

Eddie won’t call Wayne.

He looks at the phone on the wall, weighs the pros and cons, tries to imagine himself getting into his van and driving all the way to the laundromat and then the grocery store by himself and already feels tired by it.

“Hello?”

“Hey Steve, it’s me.”

“Eddie, you ok?”

Eddie wraps the phone cord around his finger, grimacing at the worry he can practically see emanating from Steve.

“Yeah man, I’m uh, I’m like, fine? But could you help me do some, some errands?”

Eddie holds his breath, pulls the cord tight around his pinky finger.

“I’m on my way, Eddie. See you soon.”

And that’s that. Eddie hangs up, sliding his fingers from the cord and sits down on the couch, knee bouncing, until he hears the Beemer roll up onto the gravel drive. Steve let’s himself in and Eddie’s heart jumps into his throat when he realizes he’s left the door open this whole time and anything could have happened and—

“Hey Eddie,” Steve says, sliding onto the couch right next to Eddie, knee bumping bouncing knee.

“Hey.”

Steve presses his hand, just for a second, to Eddie’s knee. Eddie stills his knees but pulls a lock of hair into his mouth, can’t stop himself from doing it even as the voice that’s always in his head tells him to just stop.

Steve squeezes, then lets go. He stares at Eddie for a second more, then smiles softly and grabs the basket of laundry.

“Ok man, let’s go.”

“Can we, uh, run to the grocery store too?”

“Sure. Anywhere else?”

“No,” Eddie starts to lever himself up off the couch. “Thank you, Steve.”

Steve is already at the door, holding it open for Eddie as he props the basket up against his hip.

“No problem, man.”

His smile is soft, and Eddie feels his own lips curl up and knows Steve can see his eyes crinkle.

The early dawn of the morning is beautiful, promising. Eddie feels the anxiety of the night still gripping onto him, but it’s moved from his chest to his legs, which is better but still not best. Steve doesn’t try to make conversation as he sets the Beemer in motion, letting Eddie watch the passing trees to the tune of Tears for Fears. Maybe it’s because Eddie doesn’t even reach for the dial that Steve keeps quiet, or maybe it’s the gentle morning still making its way over the horizon, still burning off the last dredges of sleep.

Glancing at Steve, Eddie doesn’t think he got much sleep either.

The laundromat is on Eddie’s side of town, close enough to downtown that they’ll probably just walk to get groceries once the clothes are in the dryer. There’s no one else there, though a machine is running in the corner. Steve starts setting up the machine immediately, and Eddie suppresses his surprise behind a lock of hair. He wouldn’t have thought that Steve would know how to work the machine but wonders never cease. It lets Eddie sit down gingerly on chair by the window.

The restlessness in his legs has turned into an ache. Steve glances at him as he put the clothes in, separating lights and darks into two different machines. Eddie starts to push his hand into his pocket for change, but Steve, facing away from him, not even realizing, takes nickels and dime from his own pocket and pops them into both machines, setting them running.

“Here, I grabbed this for you,” Steve says, book in hand. It’s an old, tattered copy of a collection of science fiction Wayne had given him. It’d been sitting next to him on the couch, Eddie realized, and he takes it from Steve’s outstretched hand with a grin he can’t help.

“Thanks, Steve-o.”

Steve’s own grin breaks out. He pulls out his own book, which was in his back pocket, for whatever reason, and Eddie tries (and fails) to hold back the look of utter confusion that crosses his face. He swears Steve did that on purpose.

“Anytime, Ed.”

They sit in the loud-quiet, the clunking machine and soft sound of each other’s breaths, and for a little while, they just are.

#just a little something #drabble #domesticness #doing chores together #steve loves eddie munson #eddie munson loves steve harrington #steddie #stranger things #willow talks #willow writes #two stories in one day this is craziness

[hugh-lauries-bald-spot]

thinking about the reality of house and wilson actually confessing to one another, in whatever form that takes.

they could fuck on the desk 2 seconds after the confession, but in my mind intimacy would take a long time after that. house seems comfortable liking men, but wilson is another story. in his mind, having sex once doesn't make it real, but initiating it in a domestic setting makes it something more than impulsive. it would take wilson a while to get used to dating house. even cuddling or holding hands would be hard for him to come to terms with. it would mean conceding to the fact he loves a man. he's not ready for an admission like that.

house is a whole other problem though. he wants this all so badly. he's wanted it so badly for decades. he's known he wants it, this isn't some back-of-his-mind subconscious wish, he's been fully aware of it since it began. he can tell wilson isn't ready, but neither of them are going to deny the attraction because they both want to move forward with it. he wants to rush it, he wants to poke fun at wilson for taking it slow, for not knowing sooner, but that could mean alienating him. he's already risked everything by kissing him once, he doesnt want to hurt him with something he himself has struggled with. he could potentially lose something hes craved so strongly that it's eaten him alive for years.

so he isn't going to start anything that doesn't happen naturally, and wilson isn't going to dig his grave of "forbidden desire" any deeper. they're going to need another spur of the moment surge of emotion to get them to the next step.

#house md #hilson #might write a drabble about this idk. #greg house #james wilson #i dont think theyd go from the repressed losers they are to full relationship cuddle party right away #its gonna take YEARS for them to be truly domestic #not just same house same bed #wilson wont sleep close to house for the first few months #kissing is awkward and tense #its going to take a long time for them to come to terms with being able to express something theyve held inside for so long #okey thems my thoughts

[reddragon-cowboy]

@humanitysong asked: xxx but how about a hc those two share in their relationship?

Send me XXX and I will share a nsfw headcanon about my muse. Notes: Biting. Pining. Height difference. Pred x Prey dynamic. They got a primal/breeding kink :'> It's a bit vague under read more but still. This somehow got turned into a quick little oneshot/drabble. . . More here

Now, Spike wouldn't accept just any ole bounty available that Big Shot provides on their television segment. For one, his crew knew by firsthand experience how fickle he can be, exhibiting an indifferent attitude when a bounty doesn't suit his interests enough to get involved in the chase. In his mind, it's not worth it to put in the effort for someone that lacks value. Typical small fry. But other than that, he loves the chase of running after a high-paid bounty, ever prepared with his handgun pulled out its holster and lowered as he draws close to his target on quick, silent feet you could barely hear approaching. There’s a specific thrill in the chase of hunting down anyone seen as prey.

And in his eyes, Niah was a rare beauty to behold, a priceless gem scavenged from the caves of old earth, someone worthy of the chase who could fulfill his utmost desires carnal in design. And, well, he also liked to play games. . . games like cat and mouse. He'd play as the cowboy while she's the bounty. Or he'd take on the role of the predator in the wild while she's the prey who dashes through the thicket he must catch in the bushes, which actually falls in line to their opposing natures: wolf & rabbit. It's one of his favorite games to play. . . in fact. . . Niah was his ( only) favorite person to play it with since she plays her part so well.

For starters, he'd give her a head start, allowing her to slip of out his grasp, maybe even let her disappear out of sight to let her think she can get away, set the belief in her mind that she can run away. And she might act innocent and naive during these games they play, but Niah was certainly no fool and knows her place. She well knows she couldn't escape the smell of a bloodhound, knows how capture was inevitable as his nose trails after her, following her sweet fragrance that lingers in the wind like a beast who prowls within the underbrush, lurking beneath the surface of day in search of its next meal.

In one way or another, Spike would eventually have her cornered or pinned down beneath him, trapped between his jaws as teeth sink into her skin, nipping at her soft flesh with fervor and intense want. It'd feel humid as his hot breath wash over her cheeks with a fierce warmth, sultry whimpers sneaking in-between her curvaceous lips as he plants bite marks upon her neck with a low growl. Wet tongue buried deep in her mouth till air escapes her lungs, his heavy weight pressing down against her, and she'd squirm beneath his strength that keeps her still where he wants her. And. . . oh ? Where does she think she's going ? Don't tell me she's trying to escape again ? Well, that's kind of silly to think a little prey like her can slip through his claws so easily.

This is something she wanted, after all, to be owned by him as she lets him do what he pleases, let his primal instincts take over as he devours and breeds her.

#usfw #suggestive tw #/this was supposed to be a simple answer for an ask but it transformed into something else outta nowhere >\\\\> #spike spiegel x reader #spike spiegel x oc #cowboy bebop fanfic #cowboy bebop fanfiction #cowboy bebop #spike spiegel #anime x black!reader #x black reader #anime x black reader #anime x black #black reader #spike spiegel x black reader #humanitysong #concrete roses: drabble #suggestive #don't tempt the beast with promise of domestic life <> concrete rose

[euphoricfilter]

ahhh you should totally write more about yoongi and his bunny hybrid !! i loved the 3am zoomies drabble and i NEEDDD more 🙏🙏

OH now that you’ve mentioned it my mind will probably start brewing some ideas. i need to go back and read the last part but i’ll see if any inspiration hits 🫡

#was thinking of maybe doing a mini christmas collection of drabbles this year #since last year i wrote like one fic for the holidays #and i’m already thinking of something for domestic daydreams couple

[evansbby]

i dare someone to send me the hottest, most sexiest, most depraved and most kinky Ari Levinson housewife domesticity kink thots PLEASE

#there’s no Ari housewife fic 😭😭😭 #just something super domestic yet kinky #like he’s like all condescending #feminism??? don’t know her #you knowwwwwwww #something along the lines of that DDTA drabble where chris comes home to his pregnant wife #SOMETHING LIKE THAT OR SOMETHING WLSE IDEK PLS

[thatmexisaurusrex]

14! 14! 14! 🌈❤️

BEEEE 💜 💜 💜 Fantastic choice! I hope you enjoy the drabble! 🥰

Prompt 12: Showing the Other How to Do Something From Behind

| 11 | Prompts | 13 |

"You're going to do it," whispered Sarah as she watched Sam take out a cutting board.

"What?" said Sam innocently, "I don't know what you mean."

"You're going to do it again," said Sarah, pointing a finger at Sam and snickering.

"No, I'm not," said Sam, like a liar.

"If you keep doing this, Bucky's going to end up thinking you've never done a thing in your life. He's going to be feeding you because you said, 'Oh no. How do I use a spoon?'," said Sarah as Sam pulled out a knife.

Sam thought about Bucky feeding him food. Maybe their knees bump. Maybe they slot their thighs together when Sam's not mad at him...

"That... wouldn't be the name of the game," mumbled Sam, half-admitting to what he had been doing.

"Right. You need him to Ghost you for every single second you can get him to," said Sarah, "I'm sorry that feeding you soup from behind doesn't make sense."

Sam wondered if he could make that make sense somehow. Maybe if he rearranged the furniture?

Nope.

There were only so many things Sam could do to get Bucky to do the thing, and Sam wasn't going to do something that would make Bucky question what Sam was asking help for in a very specific way.

"You actually thought about if that would be feasible, didn't you?" asked Sarah, laughing, "Sam."

Sam whacked Sarah's arm playfully.

"Please don't judge me," said Sam quietly as Sarah laughed harder, "He's so warm and cuddly when he's pressed up on me from behind - and it's not as if I'm not running out of things that would get Bucky to Ghost me, so let me have this."

"You come from a family of fishermen. You've helped me make meals for the business. Bucky has seen you use a knife before," said Sarah, way too amused by Sam's antics, "I'm going to die if he doesn't think you can do this. I'm going to just laugh myself to death."

Sarah would probably say that Sam started this whole thing, but Sam knew in his heart he didn't. He didn't... start this. No, that was Bucky. One-hundred percent Bucky.

Maybe Sam had thought about something like this before. When he pretended he couldn't tighten that pipe and he felt Bucky pat his hip. Thought of more of Bucky surrounding him, holding him as he did a task...

But that was only a random fantasy that Sam tucked away into the "probably never happening" part of his brain before it actually happened.

It had happened at the party celebrating Sam becoming Captain America. Because of course it did. It was off-season, so they couldn't do a boil, but they did pull off a barbecue, and despite everyone explicitly telling Sam that he wasn't lifting a finger during the party, well, Sam wasn't the type of person who could leave all the work up to everyone else.

Bucky - bring an ice cream cake to an outdoor party in Louisiana Bucky, wear Sam's shirt and borrow Sam's car then have the audacity to say Sam didn't share Bucky - had found Sam at the grill after Sam had tricked someone into letting Sam make a few dozen burgers.

Sam had looked more confused because he was looking at the set up and trying to find the spatula more than anything, but Bucky had taken it as a sign that Sam had never made a burger in his life.

"Oh, you haven't done this before?" asked Bucky and before Sam could toss Bucky some banter back, Bucky ceremoniously slotted himself right behind Sam and Sam lost his ability to think, "Let me help."

And Bucky did not know how to flip burgers. Truly, Sam was actually impressed with how bad Bucky was at grilling burgers. It was unreal. If there was an award for worst burger maker, the organization would have to close down after handing out their last award to Bucky because no one would be as bad at making burgers as Bucky Barnes.

But Sam couldn't say it. Not with Bucky sexily whispering into his ear, "Do you have the hang of it now?", not with how Sam could feel the reason Bucky was nicknamed Big Dick Barnes in the unabridged James Buchanan Barnes Jr. biography even when it was soft, not when Sam had Bucky chest to back with him.

Sam just... said a few words that he pretty sure were the ones Bucky wanted to hear in order to keep Bucky behind him. Sam let maybe twenty of the burgers at the party be burnt to a crisp. Small price to pay for that experience.

So, Sam... Sam shamelessly took advantage of it. Sam learned that Bucky was horrible at folding clothes. He couldn't sweep to save his life. Bucky didn't know how putt-putt golf worked. Sam was a little worried about why Bucky thought that was how you held a hose and Sam later apologized to Sarah about what they had done to the garden. Sam wasn't sure what Bucky was trying to do with floss, but it was incorrect.

Bucky was the most inexplicably inept person Sam had ever met. Sam didn't care, though.

Because.

Bucky.

Kept.

Ghosting him.

And now Sam was in the kitchen, setting up vegetables, holding his knife, waiting for another opportunity because Sam was weak and he wanted those strong arms around his.

"He's coming. Sam," said Sarah as Sam heard Bucky walk down the stairs.

Sam started chopping a zucchini terribly as Bucky wandered into the kitchen, his intense gaze zeroing in on Sam.

"Sam? Do you need any help there?" asked Bucky as he made a beeline to Sam.

Sam knew Sarah was quietly laughing as she exited the room. Sam knew this was probably almost as absurd as the "I don't know how to floss" excuse he pulled on Bucky yesterday. Sam was having trouble focusing on that as he felt Bucky's body heat, the press of Bucky on him, Bucky's arms atop his as Bucky settled around Sam.

"Let me help," whispered Bucky into his ear, which sent a shiver down Sam's spine, Sam wondering if Bucky felt that too.

Then... Sam watched Bucky actually be competent at a thing.

"Holy shit, you actually know how to do this," blurted Sam, because Sam's mouth wasn't with the program.

Bucky... paused.

"I was bad at everything else?" asked Bucky, a tinge of regret there.

And, well. Sam probably should come clean.

Sam placed the knife down and turned to Bucky who had not moved away in the slightest. Sam framed Bucky's face with his hands and stared Bucky straight in the eye.

"Babe. I love you. But I'm a little worried about how many things you don't know how to do that you think you know how to do. Particularly the flossing thing?" said Sam.

Bucky blinked.

"You... know how to floss," said Bucky, as he started to connect the dots, "And sweep... and flip burgers... and golf."

"I've been a member of that putt-putt golf course since I was a kid. Yes, I know how to putt-putt golf," said Sam, laughing.

"Why let me do this, then?" said Bucky, confused and quiet.

"Have you seen you?" asked Sam, offended, "Have you felt you on you - well, no, I guess you haven't. You make me short circuit. You press yourself on me and I will just forget how words work. I've done everything but the titular pottery scene to get you to do the Ghost thing."

Bucky still looked confused, but more of an "I'm happy and relieved even if I don't get the reference" confused than whatever was going on before.

"You like me close, huh?" asked Bucky as he wrapped his arms around Sam and pulled Sam even closer to him, their legs having to move to make room for one another.

Sam was really trying to remember how critical thinking worked. How words worked. But all he could think was thighs on thighs and Bucky's looking at me with come hither eyes and fuck, Bucky knows my weakness. Do I care if Bucky knows my weakness? I don't think I care if Bucky knows my weakness.

All Sam could do was pull Bucky's face down and kiss him.

"The closer, the better," Sam somehow managed to string together as he dove in for another kiss.

*****

This series is to celebrate Pride Month with some fun prompts. If you’d like me to write a drabble based on a prompt of you’re choosing, look at the prompts and send me one via ask! 🥰

#beeeee 💕 #thank you so much for the prompt bee! 🥺 #sambucky #the daily sambucky fluff diary #sam wilson #bucky barnes #sambucky pride month event #sambucky touch prompt event #bucky takes care of sam #or at least 😂 he thinks he does #domestic fluff #idiots in love #sarah wilson #sambucky drabble #drabble 12 #showing the other how to do something from behind

[fandoms-writings]

Steel Toe Boots & Matching Pjs

A Something Domestic Drabble

Pairing: ex-military amputee!Bucky x fem!Reader

Summary: You and Bucky spend the holidays with his sisters and their kids. 

Word Count: 1.1K

Warnings: a LOT of fluff

A/N: this is not beta’d, all mistakes are my own

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Bucky remembered Christmas being his favorite holiday when he was a little boy. The presents, the snow, the decorations. The happiness that filled the house. He remembered being wired on the insane amount of sugar from the Christmas cookies that his mom let him eat all day long and running around with his sisters and their new toys. The sugar crash that came after, all of them laying on the floor, holding their presents close as they napped away the afternoon.

He hadn't had a Christmas like that in a long time. He'd spent several of them overseas. He and the guys would use what they could for a makeshift tree and they'd open the little packages sent over from their families. They would make each other little gifts, carving what were supposed to be animals out of different pieces of wood. The key words being "supposed to" - they usually ended up looking pretty mangled, but that didn't mean the act meant any less.

Then there was the accident in the Alps, where he lost his arm and gained all of his trauma. Nothing was quite the same after that. He'd found it harder to smile, to laugh, to let that joy back in when so much darkness had taken its place.

But then he met you. You pulled him from the darkness of his mind and shined a light on all that he'd been missing.

He looked over to where you were sitting by the tree with his nieces and nephews as they opened up presents with larger than life smiles. You were all in matching pajamas, an idea you had before you'd made the drive to just days before.

You were packing your bags when you froze, sending him a look before telling him you'd be back. He watched as you raced by, ran out the front door, and left in your truck, leaving him confused and slightly worried. You were back only an hour later with bags hanging from your arms and a giant grin on your face.

But you didn't let him see them until you arrived at his sister's house, pulling out little gift bags. Each bag had a different name on it and you handed them out to their respective person, urging the children to open them.

You'd managed to find the exact same Christmas pattern in every necessary size and the kids were elated to be able to match with the adults. You then told the kids how it was something you used to do with your father - you'd wear matching pjs on Christmas Eve, watch a Christmas movie before bed, and then wake up to open presents before getting ready for the day.

You all donned your new night attire before building gingerbread houses - you and Bucky shared one, making the farm house - and then settling in the living room for a movie. When the kids had fallen asleep, you helped to carry the young ones to bed while Bucky and his sisters and their husbands set up the presents under the tree. Bucky even went as far as leaving white boot tracks leading from the fireplace to the pile of gifts.

All of you then ate the pile of cookies the children left for Santa before heading to bed yourselves, needing all the rest you could get before the kids woke you in the morning.

And wake you they did.

Gleeful shouts and fits of laughter had filtered under the door into the room you and Bucky were staying in. He woke first, being able to watch you blink your eyes open and smile at him, making his heart stutter like you did every morning.

"Uncle Bucky, look!" Sarah's little voice pulled him out of his thoughts and he looked over to see her pushing a box his way.

"What is it?" He played coy, getting a smile out of her.

"Is a pwesent fo you!" She giggled as she pushed it to his feet.

"Oh, is it?" He peaked at the handwriting and instantly recognized it as yours. His eyes met yours. You were still sitting on the floor, but Emma had moved into your lap where she sat happily playing with a new my little pony - you were playing with her with the little stuffed Nita Bucky had picked up and hadn't had the chance to give to you until now - and Jackson had run off to show his mom the new toy truck Santa left him. You smiled and nodded, telling him it was alright to open in front of the kids and his eyes went back to Sarah.

"Will you help me open it?" He gestured to the box with his one hand, "I don't have two hands."

She giggled and nodded, climbing up to sit on the couch right next to him after he pulled it up onto his legs. Once she deemed herself in the perfect spot, she tore into the paper while Bucky held the box still. He peeked through the paper to see a particular brand staring back at him.

He looked up at you and asked, "Did you really?"

You nodded at him with a sparkle in your eye. Looking back to the box, he pulled the lid off to reveal the steel toe boots he'd shown you just weeks before. He'd wanted to pick up a pair to protect his feet when helping you out in the barn but was going to wait until after the holidays - he'd wanted to spoil the kids, which he did.

Emma moved from your lap to go show her mom the braid she'd put into her pony's hair and you stood from the floor. Walking up to his side, you leaned into his ear, "Don't worry, that's not the only present you got."

He smirked as you pulled back, "And where is this other present, hm?"

"Yeah! Where hims otter pwesent?" Sarah asked, oblivious to the reason why he didn't have it right now.

"Oh, I left it at home," You knelt down to be at her eye level, "I was so worried about all of your presents that it slipped my mind. But don't you worry, the second we get back home, he'll open it." She grinned and giggled at you.

"Otay!" She took off to go back to her own gifts and Bucky leaned over the box to you.

"Thank you, darlin'," He muttered before placing a quick kiss on your cheek.

"Of course, love," You stood fully and smirked, "But you'll like your other one much more."

With that, you winked before sauntering off to the kitchen to help with cooking dinner. He peered over the couch to watch you chatting with his sisters, making Becca sit down because she was getting close to her due date. He sighed at the warmth in his chest, knowing it was from you.

He loved his sisters and their kids, but with the promise of another present waiting for him at home, he couldn't wait to get back to the farmhouse with you.

And if the coming Christmases were like this one, it just might be his favorite holiday again.

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[unclekaz]

i should write a shower scene between nolan and springtrap. mainly just because id love to write them being awkward but still having wonderful rapport, i don't want either of them to think that this is horribly intimate but instead just embarrassed to be sharing a shower together - but after the initial 'god was this even a good idea' passes, it's just affirmation that they really do love each other. sure, nolan is horribly overprotective of springtrap and springtrap feels the same way, but right now they're just two normal-ish men that love each other dearly. and i love that.

#vigilante.txt #there's something to be said about awkward intimacy #springtrap asking if nolan could help with shampooing his fur and receiving a gentle laugh in response #but that doesn't mean they can't be intimate #springtrap gently scratching nolan's back with their fingers #it's just slow and calm and domestic. it's nice. #springtrap fic #fic drabble

[bearsbeetsbeskar]

I promised myself I would get some writing done for RtR (joel x therapist!reader) but @beskarandblasters and her amazing domestic Din fic's got me all in my head, about fucking Din in his new little house

and now I can't stop thinking about it

imagine Din trying to fuck you in every single room in his house. It's a challenge or a game to him, as he tries to cross off every different room in the house, with several different positions, I'm- 🫠🫠🫠

#someone needs to write this if it hasn't been written already #and I will step up as tribute if it has not been done yet #a series of drabbles for each room and the encounters that take place there😈 #oh something will be brewinggggg #domestic Din has been eating at my brain since the season finale #i need more domestic din pls

[husbandhannie]

i often thinking of writing deep metaphorical stuff that isn't just soft domestic fluff but like.....idk i dont think im built for that

#the day-to-day of living with my mind is exhausting in a way that i crave just....simplicity #no need to analyze anything and no need to dig 7 layers into this #just getting coffee in the morning with someone you love and putting dinner together at the end of long days #thats it. thats all i write #just different versions of it #and i see other people write truly mesmerizing things and while i woudl like to be able to do that.....idk its just not me #i crave warmth and all my drabbles end up being just versions of domestic fluff #which is. fine. but still. #livvie rambles #anyway been busy school and life recently so havent been active #ill write something once things calm down

[thetempleofnyx]

the weather today is so nice. perfect for going to the farmers market with nanami and having a picnic

#i have a drabble on this but do i keep it sfw or add something spicy #either way farmers market with nanami sounds so nice #its so soft and like domestic and i need him to be real so i can do this with him #this is jenjen speaking #nanami kento

[yawnderu]

Captain's Wife - John Price & TF141 x Reader

work starting to feel like I do belong in the kitchen 💀so here's some Price domestic stuff to keep me going until Friday so I don't lose my mind.

Content: small drabbles, fluff, domestic!Price, vouyerism, John ''I share my wife'' Price, TF141 x reader.

I actually think about being Price's housewife quite a lot. Being a cute little thing he has waiting for him back at home, a domestic life for the first time ever, something he never even thought was possible.

He bought big house in the British countryside, just to make sure you're free from all the stress city life brings. Any hobbies you may have he fully supports and funds, giving you extra spending money on the side despite knowing you don't usually spend it, having all your needs and interests taken care of by him.

This man spoils you rotten without you even asking, having savings for years before he even met you and a good salary as a captain in the SAS. Anything you even glance at when you're out with him at the mall? Bought for you with no hesitation at all. Jewelry, clothes, lingerie; you don't lack any of those things when you're with him.

Any affection you miss while he's deployed is given to you once he's back, his fat cock filling you up in different positions, despite how tired he might be, he always has the energy to fuck his darling wife good. He always puts your pleasure first, making you cum with his fingers and tongue before he even thinks about putting his dick inside. His efforts don't come without rewards, of course, and it has become one of his favorite things to see you down on your knees, praising his thick cock and heavy falls, praising him.

Being a Captain comes with sharing many things with his boys- from gear, to his wife. The first time you're introduced to the boys, the thought of straying doesn't even cross your mind, fully loyal to your husband and simply happy to meet the boys he considers his family. It isn't until Price has you sitting on his lap with your legs wide open, forcing orgasm after orgasm out of you in front of the younger men that the thought of having someone other than him hits your brain.

John doesn't miss the way your eyes linger on the younger men. Soap shamelessly has his dick out, stroking up and down slowly, basking in on the sight of his captain fingering your soaking cunt. Gaz is more subtle about it, though eventually he can't ignore his boner, pulling out the prettiest dick you've ever seen and stroking it with more enthusiasm than the others, free hand massaging his heavy balls, begging for release.

Ghost is the one who takes the longest to give into it, ignoring his painful boner being strained by his jeans up until John is fucking you. The sight of your attractive body bouncing on his captain's cock is too much for him, legs spreading wider on the couch to adjust his boner until his hand hesitantly starts to rub his length over his clothes, shamelessly thinking it's him the one fucking you.

And that fantasy becomes a reality soon enough, once you're fucked-out and your cunt is ready to take more, nice and wet for the men he trusts the most. He has rules for it, of course. They can't fuck you without a condom, anything you feel uncomfortable with is off limits, and if you show any signs of discomfort, they have to stop. Soap only whined about not being able to fuck you raw, earning him a look that got him to shut up immediately.

Gaz is a gentle lover despite how excited he was, eating your cunt out nice and slow, plump lips latching onto your clit while your hand gently pushes the back of his head closer, a teasing ''patience, love.'' escaping his lips as he lines up the tip of his cock to your entrance, slowly pushing in and giving you time to adjust to his thickness before he's fucking into you slowly, making sure every thrust hits deep inside you. He switches positions a few times, settling in for the one that makes you moan louder, hands holding onto your hips as he fucks into you from behind.

Johnny is more eager, more... youthful, just happy to be able to fuck you. He'd never admit it, but he's had his eye on you ever since he first met you, wishing he was as lucky as his captain. He eats you out for the longest, messily sucking and licking all over your cunt, lips latching onto your clit, tongue swirling over it, your moans encouraging him to go for longer even when his tongue is tired. He's on his knees in front of the bed, one of his hands busy jerking himself off and stopping right when he's about to cum just by tasting you. H's not enthusiastic about putting a condom on, though he quickly forgets about his annoyance once he's balls deep inside you, hands holding onto your waist as he fucks into you, fast and deep.

Ghost is the only one who doesn't eat you out yet, being slightly uncomfortable about the whole thing and about being watched. John knows Ghost ever since he was Simon, so he tells the boys to go clean up while he too leaves the room, making sure to be within earshot in case anything happens, despite knowing he can trust Simon with his life. He makes up for it by fingering your cunt, long digits sinking into it slowly, brown eyes fully focusing on your expression to make sure you're enjoying every second of it. It takes a while before he fucks you, condom rolling down his thick length and making sure you're all nice and wet before hesitantly pushing in, holding you in a nice missionary while he thrusts in and out, his massive body caging you in and making you feel safe. The mask goes up halfway, giving you sloppy, inexperienced kisses as a reward for taking him so well. Simon is a talker when he's close, face seeking shelter into the crook of your neck as he praises you for being so good for him, for taking his cock so well and making him feel good.

Once the boys are gone, Price runs a bath for you, asking you if you enjoyed yourself and if you'd be interested on doing that again in the future. He presses gentle kisses to your forehead, warm hands washing your body with love and care, allowing you to fall asleep in his arms even when you're in the bathtub. He dries your body and puts you to bed after changing the sheets, a look of pure adoration in his eyes.

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[lymtw]

Domestic drabble about Toji (mostly him being a needy hunk)

"Hey," Toji calls when he sees you walking in front of him, carrying a basket of clothes that just came out of the dryer. You don't hear him so you keep walking, only stopping when you hear a whistle that sounds like it's meant for a dog. You turn to him, a question mark decorating your face. He beckons to you, a mouthed 'come here' that you shake your head to and move on. "Come on, princess. Need to tell you something."

"You can't tell me from there? I have a lot to do, still."

"Don't wanna shout at you. I have manners."

You think back to the way he whistled to grab your attention and roll your eyes. You set the basket down on your bed and step back out to see what Toji needs.

"What?" Your hands are on your hips, waiting for him to answer.

"Come here, baby." He pulls on the knee area of your sweatpants, making your stumble forward.

"Toji," you giggle, as he pulls you until you fall into his lap. "What?" You repeat.

"Nothing, just missing you a bit, ma. You avoiding me?" He rests his hands on your waist, looking up at you with that gleam in his eyes. You know he normally looks at you this way when he wants something, and you feel so foolish for always giving in to him.

"I told you i'm busy. I have to finish folding the laundry, and I haven't even started dinner."

"Don't worry about that, right now. Looks like you could use a break. Don't you wanna stay a bit?"

"I do, but..."

"But, you love me and you'll spare me some company." His hands go under your shirt and squeeze your waist as he leans in to kiss your neck.

"T-Toji, this won't get done on time." Your arms wrap around his neck, your hands coming up to play with his hair as his lips continue to attack your neck.

"Mm," he hums, dismissively, continuing to drown himself in your scent. That little hum is his nonverbal way of saying 'and?'

"We'll have to order in for the third time this week." You gasp, his lips reaching a sensitive point. "I-It's not good for us."

"Mama..." he almost whines into your skin. "We've got it... under... control," he murmurs through kisses. "We have an excellent cardio routine, don't we?" He says, beneath your ear.

"Y-Yeah, I think so. But-"

Toji chuckles, "You think so?" He pulls back to see the honest look on your face. He looks like a wolf, ready to pounce on the little pleading bunny before him. His pupils almost completely devoured the green around them just from inhaling your irresistible scent and feeling your warm skin on his lips.

You look a little more shaken up than Toji, and he loves it. You're flustered, unable to respond to his question. You feel like there's cotton in your mouth, absorbing all the saliva in it, leaving you unable to cohere anything.

"You nervous, princess?" He grins like the big bad wolf he is, feasting on the way you swallow. Your fingers tremble as they rest on his shoulders.

"No. We've been together for years. I'm not." It took everything in you to declare that, but it was far from the truth.

"Oh yeah?" He says, a chuckle bubbling in his chest. He can see through this little facade of yours. It's in the way you avoid eye contact, the way your grip is loose on him, and as a result of the dryness in your mouth, you keep licking your lips.

Nonetheless, you nod in response to his question.

"Well... what if we switched positions," he says, flipping you so that you're laying on the couch, his body now wedged between your legs. You giggled at the swift movement, the smile dropping once you looked up. "I can watch you closely, and... you're stuck."

His hands maintain his balance by gripping the end of the couch, above your head. He towers over you, making you look so incredibly small beneath him.

"You're so pretty, ma. Could eat you up right now." He leans further down towards your face, gravity pulling his hair down so perfectly. "Could make you feel so good, if you let me."

You felt like you were sinking into the couch with how flustered you were, but Toji could see the needy twinkle in your eyes. Beneath this nervous, timid front, is a pretty girl who takes everything she's given.

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[noearchives]

things that you do that make his heart skip a beat!

characters: portgas d. ace, sabo, trafalgar d. water law, sanji.

note: you ever get that feeling when your heart feels like it fell out of your ribcage when the person you like does Something . yeah

cw/ tags: gender neutral reader, short drabbles, fluff ^_^

portgas d. ace

when you say "i love you" out loud.

- it's simple, yet it makes his heart stop every time you say it. many people throw around those three words like it meant nothing at all, but to him, it weighs heavier than the entire world.

- when you say it out loud to his face, he immediately beams brighter than the sun.

- he'll never get tired of how those three words roll of your tongue-- it's a reminder of how you love him and him only, out of everyone else on this planet.

- even if the whole world's against him, you still chose him.

- "say it again," he says, the glint in his eyes like a puppy's.

- when you do, he lets out a chuckle and wraps you in his arms, squishing the air out of your lungs as his cheeks turn warm.

- "oh, i love you. iloveyouiloveyouiloveyou," he mumbles into your neck.

sabo

when your fingers accidentally brush against his.

- god, it makes him feel so stupid because you've been together for a while now, and it's silly to get so flustered over something so minor. what is he, 12?

- but whenever the two of you reach for the same pen at the same time and your fingers overlap his during the process, the way you giggle as you say "whoops, sorry about that" makes his poor little heart flutter.

- the effects only double if it happens when the both of you are on a mission together with the rest of the revolutionaries.

- he's supposed to be professional and serious, but when your hand brushes against his when you walk side-by-side, he feels like he has to drop everything he's doing to kiss you silly.

- oh, darling, how can you do something so scandalous as such in front of your fellow coworkers...

- he fights against every fibre of his being to not hold your hand right then and there. it's like torture to him!

trafalgar d. water law

when you bandage his wounds.

- most of the time, even when he says he's alright and he can handle it on his own, you insist on helping him bandage his wounds and take care of him until he's healed.

- he was forced to mature too early when he was a wee child, and he's been taking care of himself ever since-- there's no time nor place for him to be gently cared for.

- so when your mind is focused on nothing but his wounds, delicate fingers wrapping him up as if every movement is calculated to make it hurt the least, his heart melts right there in his ribcage.

- "sorry- did i press too hard?" the look of worry in your eyes is so adorable. he might just pretend that it actually hurt so he can see the knot between your brows tighten more as you apologise frantically.

- not to mention the way you unintentionally stick the tip of your tongue out as you focus on taking care of him is so goddamn adorable. he would tease you with a kiss if not for the fractures in his bones.

- your cool fingertips on his skin makes his entire body tingle. thank god he doesn't have a monitor showing how fast his heart is beating right now.

sanji

when you hug him from behind his back.

- his favourite love language is definitely physical touch...

- when you catch him off guard when he's busy cooking for the crew, he feels like he just ascended to heaven.

- the way your arms rest so perfectly around his waist, the way your face is buried in his back, the way that you smile at him when he turns his head around...

- it just feels so domestic! it's like everything he's fantasized about when he was younger, with him cooking on a casual friday afternoon, with the love of his life behind him saying something like "mmm, love, that smells so good..."

- this is all he's ever wanted. him doing his favourite thing (cooking), with his favourite person (you), in his favourite place (the thousand sunny).

- it makes him think of a future with you in it.

- he bites his tongue to hold himself back from saying "let's get married right now."

#one piece x reader #law x reader #portgas d ace #portgas d ace x reader #sanji x reader #trafalgar d law x reader #trafalgar law x reader #sabo x reader #revolutionary sabo #one piece fluff