#Day 9

[daily-leon]

[occasionally-v4v]

day 9 - cozy

[danikatze]

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💖Happy new year everyone, I hope it's a good one!!💖

This is my first new year's/birthday Gai drawing in three years! I missed them <3 (original version below the cut!)

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[wigglesdtuff]

we're back!?

[mochiwei]

Day 9: Secret

Print available below!

[hemi-demi]

Day 9 of JonMartin week: Free Day/AU

Gotta have some Dragon!Jon for AU day! My lil cuties ❤️

This was my first @jonmartinweek and it was a lot of fun! (And exhausting, but fun!)

Final fic for the day:

https://archiveofourown.org/works/64496380

And the full series for anyone who wants to catch up!

https://archiveofourown.org/series/4734916

Love you all!

[dailyleonkennedy]

Rookie ? More like my pookie <33

[forgetful-river]

Aradia August Day 9: Aries ♈

[daily-wriothesley]

average day in fontaine

[thereweredragonshere]

On the ninth day of Snoggletog my true love gave to me, nine Large shadow wings dancing

Eight Moldruffles a-milking

Seven Skrills a-swimming

Six Gronckles a-laying

Five Grim Gnashers

Four Cavern Crashers

Three Flightmares

Two Terrible Terrors

And a Prickleboggle in a pear tree

12 days of Snoggletog - day 9

[archiesoniconline]

Sonictober 2024 Day 9! Theme: Loss. By definition, loss is "the fact or process of losing something or someone". And this indeed... is that.

Art by @jammerlee

[gremlin-girly]

Kinktober Day 9

Kink: Somnophilia

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x f!reader

Tags/Warnings:  SMUT, Somnophilia, established relationship, petnames (doll, baby), p-in-v, f masterbation (brief), vaginal fingering, creampie, sex dreams (not in depth but mentioned)

Word Count: 1.6k

Summary: You always tell Bucky to wake you up when he comes back from missions but you never specified how.

As always I do not give permission for my work to be reposted, translated or copied. My warnings are non-exhaustive (even though I do try to capture everything) but please read at your own risk. I am not responsible for your content consumption.

I hope you enjoy; comments, likes and reblogs are always welcome!

A/N: I know, I know. I'm late. Apologies. I'm going back to my home country for my birthday this week and I'm trying to get all of my uploads scheduled! So, I have the last few from last week to upload and then next week there will be a LOT of posts haha - Love Grem x

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Bucky had been on back to back missions, and although you insisted on him waking you up so you could make him food or cuddle him, he'd declined. He hadn’t wanted to ruin a good night's sleep for you; he knew how precious that was.

"Buck, I promise I'm okay with you coming to bed after a mission. I don't care if you wake me." You'd argued with him before he left again. You had been adamant about him not sleeping on the floor or sofa in fear of waking you up. You much preferred waking up to his pretty face than an empty bed.

"We'll see, doll." Bucky sighed, pecking your lips quickly as he headed out the door. "Love you."

"Love you."

When the door closes behind him you sigh to yourself. Maybe one day you'll manage to convince him.

Two days before Bucky was scheduled back you lay awake in bed, vibrator on your clit, dreaming of your boyfriend being home.

Every time he was away you missed him terribly and it didn't take long for you to cum to the thought of him more than once (although nothing would compare to the real thing). Your pyjamas and panties are lost to the sheets, a wave of tiredness washing over you as you clean up your vibe and wash your hands with strategically placed wet wipes.

You roll onto your back and stretch. You couldn't be bothered to make an attempt to find your panties. You were doomed to your fate of being pantyless, sprawled on your bed, wishing your boyfriend were home.

Your eyes flutter, heavy with sleep. Bucky'd be home soon. Maybe you should propose the idea of waking you up with sex. You make a hum of contentment to yourself. Maybe you will. But then again, any kind of sex with Bucky is sex you want to be having.

Bucky and sex with Bucky are still on the forefront of your mind as you drift to sleep.

Bucky's mission finished two and a half days early.

His plan was to get home to you as soon as possible, flowers in hand as always. Due to delays it wasn't until past 1am that he managed to get through the door.

He dumped his bags and gently placed the flowers on the dining table. You had already gone to bed so he would have to wait until tomorrow to surprise you with them. Bucky scanned the quiet apartment whilst Alpine brushed up against his legs.

He looked to the sofa then to your bedroom door. Alpine mewled haughtily; every time he came home he'd fall asleep with her on the sofa but tonight it was different. He thought about what you said before he left. How you said it every time.

Wake me up when you come home.

With a pat to Alpine’s head, Bucky padded to the bedroom quietly. The door whined on it hinges as he pushed it open, but as he slinked through he could just about see you through the light in the curtains.

Bucky took in your sleeping form; tangled in the sheets and sprawled out almost entirely on the bed. You looked so peaceful. Not even close to elegant but peaceful and it brought a smile to Bucky’s face.

Then you huff and murmur his name. Bucky inches forward, thinking you've woken up. There's a miniscule amount of guilt but the thought of seeing you beam up at him quickly replaced it. But you don't open your eyes. You shift in the sheets, moving your hips upward and kicking the comforter further down your body.

You're so pliable in this state, relaxed and soft. Bucky only needs to tap your knee outward gently for you to spread your legs wide for him. You're wearing nothing but a cropped shirt that barely covers your tits. Bucky's eyes scan the covers and find your pyjama shorts and panties discarded in the covers; clearly you had some fun before falling asleep. He bites back a chuckle and looks back to you. He shouldn't, he really shouldn't, but you look so good right now he can't help himself. Didn't you say you wouldn't mind being woken up by him? You didn't specify how.

Bucky traces the insides of your thighs, curious if you'd stir. You shift slightly and hum in your sleep but you don't wake up. Bucky releases a breath he didn't realise he was holding, and runs a finger along your still glistening folds experimentally. This time you let out a breathless whimper and spread your legs even further.

Watching you mewl under his touch even when you're asleep makes his cock ache. He shifts closer to you, sitting between your legs for a better reach of your wet folds, his thumb finding your clit easily. The noises you made when his thumb brushed over your already sensitive nub had his free hand freeing his hard cock almost immediately. You writhed beneath him limply, your legs making lazy, half hearted attempts to close, but Bucky's broad body was in the way.

"Look at you, doll." Bucky huffed quietly, pumping his cock as a finger slipped inside of your eager pussy, making you cry out Bucky's name quietly. "Bein' so good for me even while you sleep."

Bucky adds a second finger shortly after, stretching you open. You were already so wet you probably didn't need it but Bucky was adamant to ensure you woke up to only pleasure. He can feel you clench around his fingers, your gently, sleepy gasps coming more rapidly. You were going to cum so quickly and easily around his fingers, dreaming of him no less.

Bucky removes his fingers from your pussy and you whine quietly in complaint. He gathers slick from your folds, running the tip of his cock teasingly up and down, and biting back his own loud groan. You feel ridiculously silky and wet but the thought of you waking up with him buried inside you has Bucky’s cock twitch against your clit. He lines himself with your entrance and slowly pushes into you, watching your face as he does.

Your eyes flutter briefly, and Bucky’s hands come up to cup your face in the almost-darkness. When his cock reaches its hilt he tries to groan quietly; your pussy flutters and clenches him, still desperate for more.

"Bucky." You huff, head turning into his palm. Your eyes flutter again and you have the familiar toe curling feeling brewing at your core and the feeling of being filled to the brim.

"Yeah, doll?" Bucky murmurs, pressing soft kisses to your cheek. He moves his hips slowly, almost taking care not to move to hard too fast, although he's desperate to cum.

Your eyes flutter again but this time they stay open. It takes you a minute to register waking up from the sex dream you were having, eyes adjusting to the darkness around you. The weight on top of you, inside you, makes your pussy clench when you recognise your boyfriend's aftershave. Your eyes are like dinnerplates in the darkness but you can see the rise and fall of Bucky's chest, and just about make out the blue of his eyes looking back at you.

You lick your lips as you feel his cock throb inside you, wrapping your arms around his neck and tugging him closer to capture his lips in a sleepy kiss.

"Welcome home, baby." You mumble, wrapping your legs around his waist a little tighter. Bucky sinks back further into your pussy as he kisses your face, and this time you moan a little louder.

"'M sorry for waking you." He says, thrusts getting quicker. You're awake now, there's no reason for him to hold back. You're body is wide awake, ripping you from your sleep state and throwing you over to pleasure.

"'S okay," you pant out, your grip on his is still lazy and sleepy, but your body feels like it's on fire as he fucks into you mercilessly. Your first orgasm rips through you quickly, too sensitive from Bucky's teasing and your earlier me-time to withstand the pleasure Bucky is giving you. Your cry out his name with a whimper, turning to gasps of ecstasy as you cum over his cock and he smiles against your neck whispering praises as your cunt milks him. Bucky cums after your second orgasm, your pussy fluttering around his cock too much for him to bare. His thrusts slow ensuring he's filled you to the brim with his cum before stopping entirely to relish the state you're both in.

Panting together, Bucky rolls off you slowly, and you huff at the loss of heat on top of you.

"You okay?" He murmurs, wrapping his flesh arm around your waist. He snuggles in close, pressing kisses to your shoulder. You chuckle turning to him and pressing a kiss to his nose.

"Better than okay." You sigh dreamily. "I wanna wake up to that all the time."

Bucky snorts gently. "I'll keep that in mind, doll."

"I'm glad you're back and that you came and woke me up." You smile and cuddle closer into his arms. As you're settling next to him, your eyelids begin to droop, getting heavy again.

"So am I," Bucky says, yawning loudly clearly feeling the same unstoppable have of tiredness. Travelling home and fucking in the same night after a long mission meant he'd be sleeping well tonight.

You hum happily. "Love you."

"Love you, doll."

Wrapped in each other's arms you both fall asleep quickly, waking up the next to one another the following day and repeating the night's activities.

[wigglesdtuff]

Let's storm a castle or something idk I haven't actually seen this movie

[mochiwei]

Day 9: Deity

[daily-singularity]

Play faster little worm

[marvelstoriesepic]

Flufftober (day 9)

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Word Count: 1k

Prompt: “Don’t do that!” - “But…”

Warnings: Alcohol consumption; drunk!Reader

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Really, your drunken mind does its best to shut your mouth, stopping those giggles from slipping past your lips; but it doesn’t stand a chance. Darcy, your equally inebriated roommate, seems to have the same problem.

She is teetering precariously beside you in a squat, slightly swaying just as you are, huddled before the couch where Bucky passed out on almost an hour earlier.

The rest of your little party group left mere minutes ago, all taking a taxi to get home safely. Steve and Sam, Bucky’s roommates, have both assured you they would come pick up your friend in the morning, so he could get some sleep on your couch.

However, Darcy and you, still high on cocktails and tequila shots, decided you could have some fun with that.

Now, here you are, half-balanced in a crouch next to Bucky’s sprawled out form on the soft cushions of your couch still fast asleep, stifling more giggles as you do your best to unscrew the bottle of bubblegum pink nail polish, you took from your room moments before.

You pass the bottle to Darcy after loading the brush with enough polish, gingerly reaching for his hand which is dangling off the edge of the couch.

Your fingers graze his a little hesitantly, ignoring the electric buzz that pulses through your fingertips, up to your arms and chest at the single touch alone. You only giggle some more as you position his hand.

“Shhh,” Darcy tries to whisper but it comes out far too loud and trails off into a laugh that causes her composure to falter. Her already unsteady position, hovering above the floor, gets wobblier by the second. But she still tries to stay on the balls of her feet.

You bite your lip, trying to give it your all as you line up the brush to the nail of his pinky finger but Darcy’s crackling is contagious and your current state isn’t able to fathom how loud you two are.

“Don’t do that!”

The groggy voice of your friend interrupts your drunken shenanigans. His voice is rough from sleep but he managed to put a hint of a warning edge in his tone.

Wide eyes look up at him, the surprise to see him awake all over your face, as if it wasn’t absolutely logical he would wake up at the noise. Giggles freeze in your throat and Darcy beside you loses her balance entirely, toppling backward onto the floor with a soft thud and a grunted laugh.

You blink at Bucky. He blinks back, raising his eyebrows in amusement, a question in his gaze as to what your intentions here are, or rather your nerve, since it’s entirely self explanatory what exactly you two are planning.

“But…” you half whine, half beg; exaggerating your disappointment and leaning in a little with an unfocused gaze to give him your best pout and puppy dog eyes. You stumble slightly, but your hand is still holding his.

Your subconscious can only hope you won’t remember this embarrassing display tomorrow.

“Doll,” Bucky warns again, subtly looking down at your joint hands, though his focus is on the way his hand is linked with yours, rather than the brightly pink colored brush hovering over his nail. His voice is soft and playful, and there is a warmth in his tone, the same warmth that shines in his eyes as he looks back at you. Amusement curls at the edges of his lips at the way you try to focus your slightly blurred vision on him.

The alcohol that had knocked him out earlier, seems to have worn off, his gaze holding yours with a steadiness you hadn’t seen all night. Clear eyes so intensely fixed on you, just as intoxicating - actually even more - as the alcohol you have downed the past hours.

His hand is still resting in yours and he makes no move at all to change that fact or move away from you in any way. He just lies there, stretched out before you, gazing at you with an expression and a twinkle in his eyes, your influenced mind can’t quite place, nor can it comprehend that flutter in your belly that seems to ignite in response.

“Buck,” you offer sweetly, dragging the word out in a slur and glancing up at him innocently, hand with the brush still held in position.

A wide smile stretches on Bucky’s face, and he laughs heartedly, his deep chuckle reaching your ears and a giggle bubbles up all on its own.

“God, you- fine, do whatever you gotta do,” he concedes, voice light with hints of remaining amusement as he shakes his head fondly. He slowly stretches his fingers, still in your grasp, making it easier for you to continue your little project.

Darcy and you let out a happy sound of excitement, faces lighting up and Bucky laughs again.

You immediately go to work, pulling his hand closer to which Bucky doesn’t object, hunching over it, blurry focus completely dedicated to painting his nails the perfect shade of pink.

You’ve still got enough self-awareness to know that you’re a bit more wobbly than usual, so you bite your lip in concentration, doing your best to keep your hand as steady as possible, to not ruin his perfect nails.

You’re so engrossed in your task, that you miss the way he watches you. His eyes never stray from your face, following the way your brows softly knit together in the way they always do when you give all your attention to a certain chore, put all your dedication towards it. And it’s only to color his nails.

You only hum away at your self-appointed mission, ignoring Darcy’s watchful gaze over your shoulder, while you miss the tender way Bucky studies you, the way his heart swells in his chest, the way he loves to be the subject of your drunken pampering.

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