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writing-for-marvel · 7 months

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Day 13: Somnophilia

Mob!Bucky's Kinktober Honeymoon

Mob!Bucky Barnes × Wife!Reader

Summary: Bucky enjoys moments like this where his work doesn’t get in the way of waking up beside you.

Warnings: strictly 18+, smut, tagging dubcon as it is somnophilia but reader has consented to being woken up with sex, unprotected vaginal sex, creampie

Word count: 1.2k

A/N: I think this is one of my favourites from this Kinktober collection, I hope you all enjoy it too! Dividers by me, please do not use. Banners by @vase-of-lilies

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Bucky Barnes has always been an early riser. In his line of work, you don’t get the luxury of sleeping in and enjoying those extra hours in bed, not when so many people are reliant on him for vital business to continue as usual.

But on his honeymoon he promised to allow himself that time. Those sleepy moments with you as the sun rises above the sea, as your eyes flutter open for the first time that day, languid kisses as your muscles begin to remember what it’s like to move again.

Now he’s experienced what that feels like, how tranquil the world is when it is exclusively the two of you snuggling in the hazy state between sleeping and being fully awake, he’s certain he’ll never be able to leave you tangled alone in his sheets again.

Even though he physically can’t sleep with the sun rays streaming through the parted curtains, he enjoys the warmth and serenity of simply being by your side.

Through the night you’ve managed to pull all the sheets to your side of the bed, leaving him with nothing but cuddling up to your body for warmth. But he doesn’t care, he’d burn down the whole world to ensure your comfort and safety, letting you hog the blankets doesn’t even seem like a sacrifice - it’s a privilege.

Plus, he’d much rather snuggle you, pulling your body back where you slot together perfectly, like puzzle pieces made for each other, then sleep alone with a bedspread. So that’s exactly what he does, sling a tired arm around your middle, hug you closer and position his leg between yours so you are as close as possible.

There’s a long moment where Bucky closes his eyes and simply relishes holding the love of his life close, but you’re not still for long. You begin wriggling in his arms, the small little whines released from your lips shiver straight down his spine to his now hardening cock. With Bucky cuddling your naked frame so close, your ass presses up against his pelvis and as you squirm in response to the apparent dirty dream, you only stimulate him further.

“You’re dreamin’ of me, aren’t you darlin’?” Bucky whispers, and even though you’re most certainly deep in slumber, he swears he sees the corners of your mouth upturn in a smile at the sound of his voice.

The idea that he also finds you in your dreamland, even when you’re spending every moment together in your waking hours makes Bucky’s heart feel so warm and full that it may burst at any moment.

Bucky remembers the conversation the two of you had not long after you moved in together. He works odd hours when back at home, leaving early in the morning, returning home in the middle of the night - you’ve given him permission to take what he needs from you, whenever he needs it.

“Look how wet you are, sweetheart.” His fingers tease your already dripping folds, circling around your clit which makes you writhe and whimper in response. Even in your sleep you’re so needy for him. “I could jus’ slip right in.” Bucky lifts your leg and thrusts his hips gently against your ass so that his dick pushes through your wet folds, coating himself in your arousal.

When his name cascades in a moan from your lips while still sound asleep, he can barely hold back, his cock aching almost painfully to be nestled within your fluttering walls. But he reminds himself that you are peacefully sleeping, and doesn’t want to wake you with a fright.

Your breath hitches when Bucky’s swollen tip, leaking precum, catches at your entrance before nudging your clit and you instinctively press your hips back into him. Bucky grunts into your ear as he finally slips inside you, slowly filling you inch by inch as he feels your tight walls clamping down on him.

When he’s fully seated within you, he can feel you wiggle your hips as you stir.

“Bucky…”

“Mornin’ darlin’.” He gradually pulls out of you, feeling your walls trying to suck him back in. “Is this what you were dreamin’ about? Creamin’ on your husbands cock?”

It seems as though you’re already on cloud nine, too blissed out to do anything other than hum in agreement.

Bucky tilts his body, angling himself so that with each rock of his hips he grazes that spot inside you which makes you see stars. The moment feels exquisitely intimate, slow, deliberate movements designed purely for pleasure, sweet whispers of praise as one of Bucky’s hands kneads your breasts.

“Fuck, right there. Don’t stop, Bucky.” You beg breathlessly as your hand travels down to where your bodies are connected and begins playing with your clit. Bucky just about cums at the sight.

His grip on your thigh becomes a little tighter. Bucky loves this angle, being squeezed deliciously by your velvety walls, being able to feel how needy you are by pushing back against him with each thrust. He is also able to hold his entire world in his arms, feel the woman who he would give up everything he owns to protect and make happy come undone next to him

“I won’t - not until you cum for me.” Bucky pants, trying to maintain a steady rhythm with his hips as he places a gentle kiss to your shoulder blade.

Knowing he is responsible for every breathy moan, every whimper trickling from your lips only fuels Bucky to keep thrusting, trying to hold out just that little bit longer until he can make you cum first.

“God, you feel so good.” Bucky can sense you’re about to cum by the fluttering of your walls around him and the breathless pitch of your voice.

It only takes one, two, three more rocks of his hips before he feels your warmth clamp down on him as if you never plan on letting go. It’s enough to send Bucky over the edge right alongside you - his cock twitches, balls tighten, and the knot in his stomach unwinds as he spills every spurt of his orgasm inside you. The bedroom is filled with chants of both your names as you each ride the waves of pleasure all the way to the metaphorical shore.

“Did you like that, baby?” Bucky knows he should get a warm washcloth from the ensuite to clean you up, and he will, he just can’t release you from his warm embrace just yet. He needs another minute of holding you. “Like being woken up with your husband's cock?”

“Fuck yes.” You flip over so you’re now facing him, and what a sight to behold. His bewitchingly beautiful wife, the light of his life, a tired smile tugging at the corners of your mouth, in the gleam of the early morning sunrise, is looking at you like you cannot wait to spend every morning exactly as you’ve spent this one. “Want you to wake me up like that everyday for the rest of my life.”

“That can certainly be arranged.”

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amtrak-official · 13 days

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Making the 60s music tourney for about 2 weeks from now, here are the current entries, I need at least 19 more songs to run it

Eleanor Rigby by the Beatles

Somebody to Love by Jefferson Airplane

Nights in White Satin by the Moody Blues

Sweet Caroline By Neil Diamond

All along the Watchtower by Jimi Hendrix

Pinball Wizard by The Who

House of the Rising Sun by the Animals

California Dreamin’ by The Mama's and the Papa's

People are strange by the Doors

Paint it Black by The Rolling Stones

Mrs. Robinson By Simon and Garfunkel

Fortunate Son by Creedence Clearwater Revival

Good vibrations by the Beach Boys

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all444miles · 10 months

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can you please do 42!miles with a baddie like a Megan type vibe? SHE HAS A PINK JEEP

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— SHE A BADDIE

— pairing: e42!miles x fem!black!reader — genre: fluff — summary: what its like for 42 miles to date a reader with a "baddie like megan" vibe. — a/n : i felt like i was a lil lazy writing this, sorry ! can yall tell i got excited abt the jeep n the attitude part.. its litch what kept me writing this whole thing 😭 also, a car creeper is those lil things u slide under to fix the underside of ur car — a/n 2: changed the way i start writin a jus a lil, petition for head over heels 42 miles supremacy !! + this was so fun.. like i was writing this n i was like "lemme be this when i grow up" LMAOOO so ty for the request anonnn, mwah and enjoy !!

MILES FALLS IN LOVE with you every second. like, honestly, just do anything, he's wrapped around your finger.

maybe he'll try and hide it, but you make him fold 24/7. you dont even have to do nothing.

it's just something about your energy, the way you dont give a damn about nothing, he just loves it. y'all are like beast boy and raven.

"mama, you killin' me right now." "hm? did i do somethin'?" "i love you so, so much. i swear, you make me weak." "aww, hun, I love you more." "yeah, keep dreamin'. now, lemme love on you."

hype man, hype man, HYPE MANN

when I say if you want to do anything he's here for it, he's here for it.

you wanna get your hair done? he's at your service.

you wanna go to the mall? he's already throwing you the keys to your jeep.

you wanna get your nails done? show him your options (he always likes the french tips, esp this.)

"Y'know Miles, i think this set ain't looking too good no more.." "You wanna get new nails?" "Mhm, wanna help me pick?" "'Course I do, let's see em."

does not care what you wear, he's always gonna say you look gorgeous. plus, he can fight. but, he's always got his hands on your waist. always.

you're your own girl, he knows that. he spoils you, yes, but he'll always let you do your own thing.

he can't explain it, but when you refer to him as "my man", or your anything, really, it does something to his heart.

yk when latto goes "ty to my man"? yeah, that's you.

"My nails? Yeah, my man helped me pick 'em."

you have attitude. Miles doesn't mind, he's a "yes ma'am" kind of guy, but if it's to him, hes gonna shut you down.

a lot of the times, you won't care, and it won't end in an argument, becuase he's still shutting you down regardless.

"Miles, you lost your shit or sum." "Amor, drop that tone f'me, aight?"

you are a party animal, and Miles? He'll just be in the back, watching you do your thing with your friends. If you ask him to dance with you though, he will for sure.

Will he throw money on you? Yes, yes he will. (Not sexual btw !)

Your jeep. He has his own car, but he honestly loves yours the best.

He helped you decorate it, all pretty and pink

He will happily get in your jeep while you blast Megan or Rihanna because c'mon now, who wouldnt?

I'm insistent he's good with mechanics, so he'll tune your car whenever you need him to, bryson tiller or tory lanez playing while he does so. (i'm losing my shit rn.)

"Cariño, ¿puedes pasarme esa llave inglesa? It's to ya left." (Baby, can you pass me that wrench?)

he'd say, sliding out from the car creeper under the hood of your pink jeep, sliding back in after you passed him the tool.

and after about 15 minutes, he'd come back out, putting a dirty cloth over his shoulder, wiping the sweat from his forehead.

its a sight to see: white tank top, slightly stained with grime from fixing your car; his favorite gold chain glistened in the sun, adorned with beaded glints of sweat from his neck.

"Aight, i think she's good, you can start her up if you wanna." "Yay! thank you for fixing my car, baby, I love youu."

you'd squeal, wrapping your arms around his neck to plant a kiss on his cheek, your pink tinted lip gloss staining his face.

"Ain't no problem princesa, I love you too."

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ev3l3na · 1 year

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This weeks Amazon manga haul!💖

#say i love you #dreamin sun #a sign of affection #shojo manga #shojo

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rkoradiopictures · 3 months

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#dreamin sun #yumemiru taiyou #zen nakajou #saeko tamada #takano ichigo #myds #mine

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star-sim · 2 days

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california dreamin' ☆ jay park

☆ non-idol! jay x fem! reader ☆ summary: in the final months of your relationship, jay reminisces the taste of beach waves, southern california, and you. ☆ genre: fluff, angst (ish), 80's au + timeskip, this is set in southern california, classic rich boy x alt girl ☆ warning(s)? brief mentions of poor parenting ☆ word count: 1.6k words ☆ this is my entry for @flwrstqr and @cupidhoons polaroid love event! based off of "california dreamin" by the mamas and papas, love the retro cali aesthetic

"Do you want to run away with me?"

Jay pulled the salted caramel apple lollipop away from his lips, the sour taste lingering on his tongue as its crystalline texture rolled against his tastebuds. His brows crashed together.

"What?" he eyed you quizzically, but you kept your eyes trained on the deep blue water that swayed against the coast.

"It's obvious that we're not wanted here," you said plainly.

Jay sucked in a sharp breath, his hand jerking out to clutch your shoulder. "That's not—"

"There's no point in denying it," you shot him a look. Your next words came out wry and bored, almost like you're annoyed, but Jay could tell that you were feeling the exact opposite. "You know damn well that your parents couldn't care less about you, and my old man's always too busy to remember whether or not I left the house."

The corner of your lips quirk up, a dry grin spreading across your face as you reached across to smack Jay's arm playfully. "No one will notice if we're gone."

Words bled onto his tongue, threatening to spill out, but Jay held them in.

After all, you were correct.

Jay met you in the summer of 1987. You were both sixteen, and Jay recognized you from his sophomore chemistry class— how could he miss your smudged eyeliner and black nail polish? The difference this time was that you were the cashier at the surf shop next to his dad's private beach.

Maybe it was the way you chewed pink bubblegum boredom, giving him a deadpan expression as he spluttered out your name, or maybe it was the fact that even in ninety degree Southern California weather, you still managed to wear a black bikini top with skulls and rhinestones on it, but Jay found himself frequenting that surf shop a little too much that summer.

Yes, it was his fourth time coming into this surf shop in one afternoon.

Yes, he didn't need to take his time looking at each and every shell necklace on the display next to the cash register.

Yes, he knew all about surfboards and most definitely did not need to ask for your assistance.

Yes, he knew that you were staring at the water droplets rolling down his chest as he ran his hand through his wet hair, his sun-kissed skin glistening under the golden sunlight.

Yes, he knew was staring at your bikini top, but any man in his position would do the same.

And yes, he knew that you knew that he knew this.

That didn't stop Jay, though.

If there was something that his absent father was able to do for him, it was to teach him to never have shame. That's why Jay shamelessly walked into that surf shop every day, just to see you.

It took a few (multiple) tries before you agreed to go on a date with him. He brought you flowers, necklaces, rings, handbags, all kinds of luxury items, but you ignored him each time.

It wasn't until Jay noticed the bracelet on your wrist— it had a frayed tassel and seashells of different sizes, some of them chipped and others burned by the sun— that he realized what he should bring you instead of expensive gifts.

Alas, a clumsily-made bracelet composed of mismatched seashells that was just a little too big for your wrist. When Jay presented it to you, a proud grin on his face, it must have been the first time that he'd ever seen you smile.

Since the summer of 1987, you and Jay agreed to keep your relationship secret, because people always had stuff to say. You were going strong, and what made summer the best was that you could freely love your boyfriend without the pondering eyes of your peers.

Two years later, it was the summer of 1989, and you and Jay were now sitting on the ledge before the beach. In a few weeks, summer would end, and you and Jay would be apart. But this time, apart for longer than you'd ever been. You were staying in California for university, but Jay's parents were sending him out of state.

Soon, it would be autumn, and you would have to say goodbye to not just Jay crawling through your bedroom window, sneaking out to the local beachside diner, slipping love notes into each other's lockers, and making out behind the bleachers, but also running your fingers through his chlorine-bleached hair and feeling the warmth of Jay's body as the two of you napped in the sun.

Jay looked at your face. Under the orangey sunset, he could see the light reflecting off your eyes. With the scent of peach in the air, and the glow of your skin, Jay's chest felt heavy.

How could he possibly leave you? How could he leave you when you tasted like California?

Yeah, it would be hard to say goodbye to you.

It would be hard to say goodbye to you, and nobody else.

Jay's eyes fell to the bandaid on your palm.

He knew you'd think the same about him.

There was a reason that you and Jay got on so well.

For one, it seemed like Jay was the last thing on his parent's to-do list. His only purpose was to carry on the family name and live out their legacy. But if neglecting their son and being absent in his life was their legacy, he didn't want any part in it. There was a reason that Jay spent every day of summer at the beach, not at home.

As for you, Jay hated your dad. He'd never forget all the times you ran to him, tears and smudged eyeliner running down your cheeks. You insisted that you were okay, but Jay had to bite his tongue so hard that he bled to keep his mouth shut.

In a few weeks, Jay will be the Park family's heir studying out-of-state, and you'll be you from California.

But for now, it was just Jay and you, sharing a lollipop at the beach, basking in the humid night air and listening to the waves.

You gave him another sly grin. You repeated your question. "Do you want to run away with me?"

You always liked to smile like that when you were upset about something; it was your way of concealing your feelings, but Jay knew you better than anyone.

Jay's thought about running away before. Many times, actually. And he's thought about running away hand-in-hand with you more times than he could remember.

Jay slid his arm around your shoulder, pulling you closer to him. He pressed his lips to your forehead.

"You know we can't," he said against your forehead, though the way that he held you close said otherwise.

"Says who?" you hummed, resting your head on his strong shoulders, taking in the scent of seaweed, sea salt, and Jay's faint cologne.

Jay stayed silent. He knew that answer to that question.

Says no one.

"Seeeee?" you dragged your syllable, a cute lilt in your voice. You slithered your arm around Jay's torso, poking his side. "Nothing— no one— is stopping us."

Jay chuckled, squeezing your waist twice. "Where would we go if we ran away?"

With you gently clutching his jaw, pressing wet kisses along his skin, you breathed, "Anywhere we want."

You cupped his cheek. In the winter, his skin was paler, but in the summer he was a golden honey tan. His cheeks, as a result of being in the sun nearly every day for the past three months, were littered with blotches of brown, red, and pink. With a gentle finger, you slowly dragged it against his skin, connecting each blemish to each other with invisible lines.

"What about Houston?" Jay rasped, leaning into your touch. "I know you've always wanted to go there."

"Well, where do you want to go?"

Jay thought for a moment. "Either up north to Seattle— or maybe London— What about NYC?."

You stared at him quizzically, your eyes narrowing and your lips turned downward; you always did that when you were hiding something.

"What?" Jay nudged you.

"I dunno," you shrugged. "I feel like those places are just so uncharacteristic for you."

"What's that supposed to mean?"

You shrugged again, your bottom lip jutting out. "I thought you were a sunshine typa guy." Your eyes flickered up to him. "All those places are so gloomy."

"I mean," your boyfriend sucked in a sharp breath. "I guess. Maybe I just want some change. California is beautiful, but...."

He trailed off.

"But?"

"I want to explore more, yanno? Get to know places outside of California."

You didn't press any further.

The rest of the night was quiet, only the taste of disappointment, longing, and the salted caramel apple lollipop lingering on your tongues.

This was all but a memory to Jay.

He gazed outside the window, tuning out the voice of yet another woman in his living room.

Jay ended up studying in Seattle, just as his parents had wanted. It's been years since he left California. Him and you ended up breaking up on good terms for the sake of distance, and he eventually lost contact with you. He met a few other women, tried out dating them, but it never ended up working out.

There was no place else like California.

It seemed like everywhere else, all the leaves were brown, and the sky was gray. Dreary, gloomy, and full of clouds, so unlike the sunny and golden California.

It took Jay a long time to realize that the reason he longed for California again was not because of the constant smell of sunscreen or sound of synth music pervading the streets. It wasn't the laughter that seemed to bounce off the walls or the vibrant color-grade over every memory in his mind.

He longed for California because he longed for you.

You were California.

And for a while, he'd be dreaming of California.

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readtilyoudie · 3 days

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DREAMIN' SUN VOLUME 3

#dreamin sun #dreamin' sun #Yume Miru Taiyō #ichigo takano #romance #slice of life #manga

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worksby-d · 8 months

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!!!!! i am TORN 😭😭 gonna send in another one but ari levinson + cuddling in the first morning light?

hehe saw ur tags, i found that limiting myself to a few sentences really helped my writing flow

thank u for the request brandy!!!

Prompt: “Cuddling in the first morning light.”

Pairing: Ari Levinson x Reader

Warnings: None

Word count: ~300

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Waking up, you can tell it’s early by the dull rays of the morning sun peeking through the drapes covering the windows. You have half a mind to scold Ari for waking you so early, the weight of his arm as he reached to pull you closer to him impossible not to feel, even in your sleep.

But it doesn’t seem like he’s awake yet, soft snores still coming from his side of the bed. Carefully turning to face him, a smile tugs at your lips and you roll your eyes.

You bring a hand up to push his hair off his forehead, using your fingers to brush through it and gently scritch the back of his neck.

That gets him to stir, beginning to wake with a quiet yawn.

“Dreamin’ about me?”

“Huh?” He hums. His voice sounds rough as he stretches, slowly opening his eyes. “I don’t think so.”

Wrong answer.

You scoff, dropping your hand to his chest to jokingly push away from him.

“What?” He sounds desperate to know what you could possibly be upset about five minutes into the morning.

“If you weren’t dreaming about me, who were you reaching for in your sleep? Huh?”

“No one,” he chuckles. “I swear.” He rubs your back with his hand that’s still draped over you. “Is that what I did?”

“Yeah,” you huff.

He shakes his head, pulling you closer again, and you let him, but you don’t spare him a skeptical look.

“I wouldn’t wanna be holding anyone but you right now,” he promises, giving you a soft kiss. He laughs when you don’t kiss him back. “Sweetheart–”

“You’re sure?”

“Never been so sure about anything.”

Your raised eyebrow relaxes and you eventually return his kiss. “Okay.”

“I never get just a simple ‘good morning’ from you,” he teases, rolling his eyes.

“I know.” It takes everything in him not to kiss the smirk off your face. “I like fucking with you.”

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