#requested by tumblin theworldaway

[evita-shelby]

Spread too thin

Request by @tumblin-theworldaway who sent me this lovely prompt

🥖Alfie buttering his toast and using said knife to stab a man? 👀

gif by @ephrampettaline

Beast the Chihuahua belongs to @justrainandcoffee

“See the thing about butter, mate, is that it can get spread too thin on a piece of toast.” He begins as he butters his toast while he talks to the filthy little rat sitting across from him.

Alfie doesn’t speak menacingly. In fact, his manner is casual as it always is, and yet the man before him is shaking like the Chihuahua he keeps.

Actually, scratch that. He isn’t sure he’s even seen the Beast of Camden Town shake.

“Yeah, you think you got enough butter for the bread, and you think you can spread it evenly through the whole slice, but then this shit happens.” Alfie shows him the half buttered bread and gives it to him. The man refuses it until he shoves it into his mouth.

“You’re like this bread, mate, spread too thin from having to work for me like an honest god-fearing man and those pigs down at the station.” Alfie doesn’t waste any time in embedded his lovely butter knife into the man’s eye with the gracefulness of a professional.

#alfie solomons #juli's ides of march party #peaky blinders fanfiction

[starryevermore]

✨ + “You can be angry at me all you want. I'm doing this to protect you”

With Poe Dameron pls

following orders ✧ poe dameron

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request: ✨✨ + “You can be angry at me all you want. I'm doing this to protect you” With Poe Dameron pls  - @tumblin-theworldaway

pairing: poe dameron x fem!reader

word count: 472

warnings?: light angst, fluff, not proofread

“Why the hell would you do that!?” you snapped, narrowing your eyes at him.

“I was following orders.” His tone was clipped, as he was trying his damned hardest to keep his emotions at bay. He wouldn’t look directly at you, his gaze trained to the space just beyond you. Perhaps if he looked at you, his hardened shell would crack. Perhaps if he looked at you, he would crumble.

“Right. Because you’re so well known for following orders,” you scoffed. “After all, you didn’t get demoted because you disobeyed direct orders. That must have been another pilot I’m thinking of. ‘Cause it surely isn’t you! I actually like that other pilot! The one standing in front of me? I don’t know him, and I don’t really care to know him.”

Poe tilted his head back, looking up at the ceiling, his eyes falling shut. “Don’t do that.”

“Don’t do what? Tell you how stupid you were being?!” You jabbed your finger at his chest, your voice a near growl. “I can take care of myself. I know that, and I know that you know that. So I don’t understand why you’re doing all this, acting like I’m some damsel in distress, but it better stop today! Understand!?”

You started to walk past him, your shoulder hitting his. Maker, all you wanted to do was crash in your bunk, pretend that this day from hell hadn’t happened. But then you felt warm fingers wrap around your wrist, tugging you to a stop. You stood there, staring down the hall, refusing to turn around. You couldn’t look at him. If you looked at him, you would crumble. 

“You can be angry at me all you want. I’m doing this to protect you.” His voice was soft, you almost turned around. But you needed to stand your ground. You would not crack. “I know you can take care yourself. I know that better than anyone. But this…This time was different. I almost lost you, Y/N. And I don’t want to think about what will become of me if I lost you.”

“You’d move on. You’d have to,” you said. “The Resistance would need you to move on.”

“I wouldn’t want to.”

“You can’t say things like that, Poe. You’re going to make me think you care.”

“What if I did?”

“Did what?”

“Care. What if I cared?” Poe circled around you, standing in front of you now. “Because I do. I care more than I could ever describe.”

“…then I would say that we need to talk about this,” you said. “Because I care about you, too. But first…Let’s find something to eat.”

His mouth quirked up to a smile. “It’s a date.”

“Mm, not yet pretty boy,” you said, laughing quietly. “Gotta make you work a little harder for that.”

join my sleepover!

#starrysleepover #poe dameron imagine #poe dameron x reader #poe dameron x fem!reader #poe dameron x female reader #poe dameron x you #poe dameron x y/n #poe dameron fic #poe dameron fanfiction #poe dameron fan fiction #poe dameron fanfic #poe dameron fan fic #starrywrites #starryevermore

[vellicore]

A year ago I chose to rejoin Tumblr. I honestly didn’t know what to expect. I mainly joined because I wanted to be able to read/write some fics, but what ended up happening was I found a community. I made friends that I couldn’t imagine my life without. I’m so thankful for each and every one of my followers/friends. You all have made this past year amazing. It’s been a hard year for me mentally/physically and you all have made it a lot easier, so thank you for being my escape.

In celebration of my anniversary I’ll be holding a sleepover this weekend. What does the sleepover entail?

❀ Send me a moodboard requests. Any AU or storyline is allowed! (Dark, fluff, etc.)

Characters to choose from:

Bucky Barnes

Steve Rogers

Nick Fowler

Mickey Henry

Lee Bodecker

Steve Kemp

Carter Baizen

Jefferson

Destroyer Chris

Charles Blackwood

Lance Tucker

Scott Huffman

Stucky

✿ Send me a drabble request for one of the characters above. Again, anything goes for them. Dark is welcomed!

❁Ask me some would you rather questions…

The sleepover will run from Friday, June 24th - Monday, June 27th.

Tagging Mutuals: @destroyer-chris @beelicious-barnes @navybrat817 @jobean12-blog @maladaptivexxdaydreaming @dreamlessinparis @tumblin-theworldaway @the-garden-of-tulips @sgt-seabass @buckyangel @buckydaddy @theluxuriousfangirl @fluffycutecevans @littlelioncub43 @lil-nas-z @midnightf @bucky-bucky-bucky-bucky @purpleshallot

#mickeyhenrys anniversary

[firefly-graphics]

Scott Huffman & Disney Wedding

Please like and reblog if you use or save

Requested by @tumblin-theworldaway​ for the moodboard challenge

Aesthetics List

#firefly moodboard challenge #Scott Huffman #Sebastian Stan #Disney #Wedding #moodboard #marriage #disney wedding

[bonky-n-steeb]

punishment, for all my sins

summary || Bucky decides to show you who you belong to.

warnings || SMUT. bondage. blindfold. nipple clamps. unprotected sex. fingering. felching. oral sex. dirty talk. overstimulation. breeding kink. MINORS DNI

based on this request by @tumblin-theworldaway

I have decided to not do taglists anymore, so if you wished to be notified of my newest updates please follow @bonky-n-steeb-lib and turn on the notifications!

Two words: absolute filth.

Your hands were tied straight above your head and your feet were spread wide with a spreader bar as you tried balancing yourself on your tiptoes.

Your hands were aching and you’re eyes were blindfolded and the only person you blamed for this was yourself.

You knew what openly flirting with Tony Stark would entail. You knew damn well Bucky would get batshit crazy about his wife flirting with his rival.

And boy, did you want him to get possessive.

Your naked body erupted in goosebumps as you remembered the look in his eyes. It was absolutely feral and hungry.

“Is this what you wanted?” His voice was thick with list and you could only rely on your hearing to know he was standing in front of you.

“N... no.” You lied straight through your teeth. “I just thought you were dumb, but turns out you’re a liar too.”

You just knew he wasn’t going to go soft on you today.

You gasped loudly when you felt his lips on your collarbone. “Relax babydoll.” He said as he trailed kisses down to your tits.

You shivered as the his saliva cooled down on your skin. You couldn’t understand why Bucky was acting so gently.

Taking your nipple in his warm mouth, he suckled until it pebbled up. Just as you relaxed into his sweet ministrations, you felt the sharp teeth of nipple clamps bite into your tender skin.

He repeated the same procedure with your other tit and you could feel the thin chain connecting the clamps swing. He’d made sure you were sensitive to even the slightest touch.

“Now tell me, is this what you wanted?” You knew that bastard was smirking. “Yes.” To whined out knowing there was no point lying.

“Good girl.” He kissed your neck and jawline but refused to kiss you on the lips where you loved it the most. His kisses were more addictive than heroine.

You whined when he stopped touching you, giving you absolutely no idea what he was doing. After a few minutes of just blindly calling his name, you felt his warm tongue lap at your dripping pussy.

“Bu… Bucky!” You squealed as he ate you out. His beard was scratching your sensitive skin while his tongue was relentless.

One moment he was flicking your clit and the next moment you felt his tongue fucking your hole. With you not having much space to even squirm, you could only moan as he he licked your slick.

“I’m gonna cum!” You panted out and you had expected him to edge you, but he didn’t stop. You were waiting for him to leaving you breathless and panting but instead he just wordlessly continued.

“Oh fuck fuck fuck. Bucky!” Your hands curled around the ropes tying you as you came. Bucky lapped up every drop of your slick as you orgasmed.

“Will Tony make you come like this?” His voice sent shivers down your spine. “No. It’s you Bucky. Only you. I’m sorry!” You didn’t know what Bucky had planned, but you did know that by the end of this your legs were gonna be like jello.

“You should’ve thought about this before acting like a common whore.” He grunted in your ear as his body enveloped yours and you relished in the heat.

He bit your earlobe before walking up to your back side. You moaned as he palmed your ass and smacked it before palming your pussy and spreading your slick.

You moaned as he pumped his fingers into you. The squelching noises that filled the room from him fingering you were absolutely filthy. You were already sensitive and it didn’t take much to bring you close.

“You gonna be a good girl and cum for daddy.” His other free hand snaked forward and tugged at the chain of the clamps. The pain from the clamps and his words made you cum so hard you swear you saw supernovas and galaxies.

His fingers were lazily rubbing your swollen folds as you rode the aftershocks. “You make daddy so proud.” He sucked on the sweet spot on your neck and it was then that you realised, he was going to drive you crazy with pleasure.

You let out a moan as he rubbed his cock against your folds. “Daddy!” He entered you in a single stroke and your eyes rolled back at the fullness.

“Oh yeah! Scream my name. Let everyone know how good daddy is fucking you.” He hips were relentlessly snapping into you and you were moaning like a bitch in heat.

“Hnngg… Bucky!” His name was the only coherent word slipping past your lips. His fingers were tangled in your hair and the metal arm was holding your hips tight.

“You close doll? You gonna make a mess on your husband’s cock like a good little wife?” You nodded in reply and Bucky smirked at the lusty haze in your eyes.

“Yes. Bucky I’m yours. Only yours. Please let me cum. Please Bucky.” Tears were slipping past your eyes as you were tipping the edge between pain and pleasure.

“Cum for me.” Your walls squeezed him tightly as you went pliant under him. “Squeezing me so tight. Fuck. Gonna fill you up with my seed till you’re carrying my child. Then no one will question who you belong to.”

True to his word, Bucky buried his cum deep in you as you panted and writhed. His huge arms encircled you as his groaned in your ear.

“That was soooo good.” You were so blissful with pleasure that you didn’t notice Bucky bending down behind you.

With his fingers, he spread apart your folds and his dick got hard again when he saw his seed dripping from your quivering hole.

Without giving it any further thought, Bucky licked up his own cum from your cunt. “Bucky! Fuck!” Your vocabulary was now only limited to these two words.

“What? did you think that was it? Doll, I’m gonna fuck you so good that you’d be swollen with my child in no time. And well, I’ve heard that orgasms help.” And like the good dutiful husband he was, he ensured he kept up his promise.

Okay, I absolutely went feral with this lmao ;)

#bucky barnes #sebastian stan #marvel #mcu #bucky barnes x female reader #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes x plus size reader #bucky barnes x y/n #bucky barnes x you #bucky barnes smut #bucky barnes fluff #bucky barnes angst #sebastian stan x you #sebastian stan x y/n #sebastian stan x reader #sebastian stan smut #bucky barnes one shot #bucky barnes headcanon #bucky barnes series #bucky barnes drabble #bucky barnes fanfiction

[jobean12-blog]

May I please request sharing a Cadbury egg with TFATWS Bucky? 💜

Sharing is Caring

Pairing: Bucky x reader

Word Count: 1,025 (yea that's right, I wrote 1k word about Cadbury Creme eggs)

Summary: You and Bucky both LOVE Cadbury Creme eggs...

Author's Note: My sweet friend Aqua @tumblin-theworldaway when I got your ask I nearly squealed in delight. These are my favorite Easter treat and honestly if I could I would eat thousands and sharing one with Bucky well.... YES! This got slightly out of hand and definitely went smutty- apparently eating Cadbury eggs is a form of FOREPLAY! LOL Enjoy my sweet and thank you so much! HUGS! 🥰Thank you all so very much for reading! Much love always! ❤️❤️❤️ Divider by my sweet @firefly-graphics thank you lovely 🥰

Warnings: sweet fun and fluff, teasing, flirting, implied smut, light smut (18 + ONLY PLEASE!!!)

Gif NOT MINE: Credit goes to @unearthlydust thank you sweets 🥰

“Shit, shit, shit,” you mutter and quickly try to shove the rest of your treat into your mouth. It’s no use and you start to sneak off down the hallway.

“Hiya doll face. I’m back!” Bucky calls.

You don’t answer, your mouth still full and your hands slightly sticky. You can hear him start down the hallway and you plaster yourself to the wall and try to think of where to hide.

“Doll?” he asks as he rounds the corner.

He spots you immediately and his eyes narrow.

“Did you….” he starts but takes off in dash before he even finishes. “I can’t believe it!”

In a frantic rush you head for your shared bedroom and slam the door shut, locking it. He rattles the knob and pushes his shoulder against the door.

“Baby doll,” he warns. “Open this door.”

You swallow, holding back a moan at the delicious and creamy taste as it slides over your tongue.

“No,” you giggle.

“Doll,” he growls.

“Buck,” you counter.

Silence. You press your ear to the door and strain to listen, growing suspicious of the quietness. The doorknob starts to turn and you let out a small gasp, stepping back when you hear the lock click.

Bucky’s tall frame fills the doorway and he pins you with a playful glare.

“How did you get in here?” you ask, acting surprised.

He ignores your question and flips his knife as he stalks toward you.

“You ate the last one, didn’t you doll?”

You shake your head back and forth, hiding your hands behind your back as you move away. He continues to twirl the knife between his long fingers, momentarily distracting you and the next thing you know you’re pinned against the wall, his hard body pressing into yours.

“Lemme see your hands baby doll.”

“Why,” you ask him, slightly breathless.

With one last twirl his knife disappears into some hidden spot on his leg. Your disappointed whine doesn’t go unnoticed and his smirk grows.

“Maybe if you’d just admit to eating the last Cadbury egg my knife can come back out to play.”

You lift your chin and stare him down. He holds your gaze, sliding his hand behind your back and pulling your arms free. His eyes study your fingers before he lifts them to his mouth and sucks the melted chocolate off.

“Mmm,” he hums. “I knew it.”

Your eyes close just as his tongue circles the last finger and you drag your teeth over your bottom lip.

“I’m sorry,” you stammer. “I couldn’t stop myself.”

“Uh huh,” he murmurs.

“They’re my favorite,” you say defensively.

“Mine too,” he simpers inching his face closer.

He tilts his head, still holding your hands and trapping them against his chest as he presses his lips to yours. He tastes you, moaning when the chocolatey sweetness hits his tongue.

“Lucky for you…” he whispers against your lips, “you taste better.”

“And even luckier for me…,” he backs away and his smile grows, “I hid one!!!”

He runs off so fast you barely have time to register what he said and by the time you make it back into the kitchen he has the Cadbury egg unwrapped and is about to take a bite.

“BUCKYYYYY! Share with me,” you whine.

With a big bite he furrows his brows and cocks his head, mocking you.

“What was that doll face? I can’t hear you over the sound of how good this is.”

You huff and stomp over to him.

“I want a bite,” you pout.

“You already had one,” he says with a shrug. “Maybe if you shared with me…”

“UGH! I can’t believe you Buck!” you scoff. “I would have shared if you were here…”

“Sureeeee,” he says scornfully, licking his lips before he purses them with a roll of his eyes.

He dips his tongue inside the Cadbury egg, licking off some of the cream and practically purring at the taste.

“So good,” he teases.

You step closer and press yourself against him, slowly sliding your hand down his chest. You fiddle with his dog tags as your fingers travel lower. His breath hitches the moment your hand dips into his pants.

“Doll,” he breathes out.

“Hmm?”

Your fingertips caress his soft skin and your lips graze his jawline. You seize his moment of weakness and try to snatch a bite from the chocolate in his hand but he’s on to you and pulls it away before you get the chance.

“Nice try,” he grins.

You wrinkle your nose and start to pull your hand away but his metal fingers wrap around your wrist.

“That’s not fair,” he says. “Don’t tease me like that.”

“Then gimme a bite,” you sass.

“I’ve got something better for you to eat,” he answers.

You give him a squeeze and he throbs between your fingers, a groan leaving his lips. He pops the last bite of Cadbury egg into his mouth and winks at you.

Your mouth hangs open in shock but before you can yell at him, he points to the cabinet behind him. You watch as he lifts his hand and moves the bowls, revealing the last Cadbury egg.

“You’ve been hiding them on me?” you chide.

“Only because you eat them all doll.”

Your hand is still down his pants when you ask, demurely, “are we going to share this one?”

“You betcha baby doll,” he says.

“I’m going to need my hand back Buck.”

“Nah. I can help,” he smirks.

He releases your wrist but gives you a warning look before slowly unwrapping the chocolate egg. He holds it up to your lips and watches you take a bite, some of the cream remaining on your upper lip after you swallow.

“I’ll get that,” he whispers, kissing and licking it off.

He takes the next bite, a string of the cream falling onto his hand as he pulls away. You suck on his skin, getting off every last drop.

“One more bite left,” you say, fluttering your lashes.

“All yours doll,” he says, holding up the last piece, his eyes sparkling. “I’m about to eat something even better.”

@book-dragon-13 @christywantspizza @duchessoftheheart @dreamlessinparis @elliexsaurxasx @hiddles-rose @jhangelface0523 @loricamebackyetagain @lookiamtrying @goldylions @offcast-plus1 @maladaptivexxdaydreaming @nano--raptor @randomfandompenguin @suchababie @turbolisedcomet @weekendgothgirl @breakablebarnes @peaches1958 @seitmai @lovinglybarnes @lizette50 @bb-skyrunner @lfnr-blog-blog-blog @late-to-the-party-81

#bucky barnes #bucky x reader #bucky barns x reader #bucky barnes imagine #bucky barnes fanfiction #bucky x you #bucky x female!reader #bucky #bucky barnes x reader

[sweetkingdomstarlight-blog]

acting like that

Pairings - Charles Blackwood x Female Reader

Word Count - 1029

Warnings - Charles is a bit of a dick in this one, Oral Sex, Cum Play, Jealousy, One mention of face slapping

Request - congratulations my love !! for the prompt i was wondering "keep talking shit and i'll show you the other things i can do with that mouth of yours." some goody rough smut with dark charles blackwood x bratty reader?

a/n - Okay so he wasn't totally dark in this, just a dick (like I always seem to write him). I hope you still enjoy this my lovely anon, not beta'd so all mistakes are my own. I'm dedicating this to my darling @tumblin-theworldaway who requested all the prompts for Charles haha, I hope you enjoy this my love.

You stood staring at yourself in the mirror, the tears gathering in your eyes threatening to spill over. You clutched the side of the sink and remembered what your mother had taught you, in through the nose and out through the mouth. Don’t show emotions, hold it all in.

Charles banged on the door, demanding that you open up and talk to him. His anger was obvious and you knew if you made him wait any longer he would likely get worse. You weren’t quite ready to look him in the eye, scared you would slap him and hurt your hand. You promised to bake bread for your elderly neighbour and didn’t want to do it with a sore palm.“You better open up or I’ll kick this door in.”

He sounded sincere but you knew deep down he wasn’t about to scuff his favourite loafers. You opened the door and looked deep in his eyes, one brow lifted daring him to deny it. “I don’t know what your problem is but knock it off.” He snarled in your face, looking down at you and narrowing his eyes, daring you to challenge him.

Rage bubbled up inside you at the audacity of him being mad at you and somehow manifested itself as a laugh. You cleared your throat hoping he wouldn’t pick up on it but you should have known better. His hand instantly wrapped around your throat, pushing you back and keeping your head up to look at him. “What's gotten into you? You were fine one minute and the next you were throwing your drink in my face.”

He leaned in close, waiting for you to answer, his forehead bumping against yours. You closed your eyes and ignored him, if you spoke now you would either cry or scream and he didn’t deserve to see the effect his actions had on you.

He waited another moment before growling low and whispering in your ear, “I don’t remember marrying a little bitch, so don’t start now.” Rage bubbled up inside you at his words, you put your hands on his chest and pushed him with all the strength you could muster. Catching him off guard, you managed to get free just long enough to dash off into the bedroom.

Charles was right behind you, he kicked your legs out from under you and scoffed as you hit the mattress. You quickly crawled up the bed to move away from him but felt his hand in the middle of your back pushing you down. “Ah ah ah, where do you think you’re going?” He moved over you, pressing his chest against your back and holding your body in place.

You thrashed around as much as you could, swinging your arm back to hit him wherever you could reach. “Get off me Charles, I saw you flirting with the girl from the diner. I left to get us both a drink and you couldn’t fucking help yourself.” Charles laughed softly and tutted at you, lifting off you just enough to turn you round and face him. You didn’t want to give him the satisfaction of seeing how frustrated you were so you closed your eyes and turned your head away.

“Oh no, no, no Little Dove. Don’t be shy now, tell me all about how I was flirting with Louise and not how I was ordering your favourite pie for tomorrow.” You looked up at him shocked, he still had that smug look on his face that you just wanted to slap but he seemed sincere.

“What? Nothing to say? That’s just as well, I’ll show you the other things I can do with that mouth of yours.” You watched him slowly take off his belt, throwing it behind him, before he pulled out his cock. It was already starting to swell and the tip was glistening, you licked your lips and moaned louder than you expected to, a noise your husband picked up on instantly.

Charles looked down at you proud of himself and continued to move his hand up and down his now solid length. “What’s wrong Little Dove? See something you like?” You nodded your head and tried to sit up a little but his strong thighs held you in place, he shook his head and ran his fingers through your hair. Yanking your head forward at an uncomfortable angle and running his cock over your lips before slowly pushing into your mouth.

“Be a good girl and take what I give you.” He knew you wouldn’t fight him, you got off on this as much as he did. He often caused fights just so he could put you in your place and he knew you’d be absolutely soaking for him, his mouth was watering thinking of the meal he would have once he filled your pretty little throat.

He was distracted for a bit too long, his head thrown back and groaning, and you knew you had him. You swallowed around him as he hit the back of your throat and sucked on him firmly, he released his tight hold on your hair, almost losing his balance over the top of you. You smirked up at him as best you could, scraping your teeth along his length as you moved your head back.

He shuddered above you, moaning out loud and swearing. You took his distraction as a chance to wiggle out from under him and managed to flip him over. Crawling down his body, you wink at him before taking him back in your mouth.

It doesn’t take much longer before he cums hard with a shout of your name. You crawl back up his body and pinch his cheeks in your fingers, he opens up confused before you spit his cum in and close it back up with a tap of your fingers on his jaw. “Swallow baby, it’s all yours.” You gently slap his face, smirking and telling him he’s a good boy before climbing off him and walking to the bathroom.

“Are you going to just lay there or are you going to get in here and make me feel good too?”

#charles blackwood x reader #charles blackwood x you #charles blackwood #charles blackwood smut #sebastian stan

[harrysthiccthighss]

As an apology for getting @ladymoxley obsessed with Mob!/Mafia! Bucky 😬 here's a very small list of some of my faves. Some of them are dark (noncon/dubcon), some of them are angsty BUT all of them include smut because I am a whore for mob! bucky 😩

(Everyone is also welcome to add their faves or send me them to me and I can add them on)

Minors do not interact.

Enjoy!💖

@navybrat817

Play well with others

Play by the rules

@kinanabinks

part 1 & part 2

@tumblin-theworldaway

To Know and to love

@avintagekiss24

Belated

Dying for this love

@dreamlessinparis

Informal Affairs

Come back to me

@captain-barnes-writes

Mafioso

@angrythingstarlight

Tell me what you want (stucky x reader)

Can't run, Can't hide

this would you rather (stucky x reader)

this drabble

Run all you want

Partition Part 2

Laced around your throat (stucky x reader)

All dressed in white

@buckycuddlebuddy

Special

@mianorth

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3

@darkficsyouneveraskedfor

The widow

@bestofbucky

Run to you (series)

@cherienymphe

Till death do us apart

@constantwriter85

Love, Honor & Obey (series)

@celestialbarnes

this request

@world-of-aus

Family Matters (series)

#saarah talks #mob! bucky fic rec #fic rec #mob! bucky #I think I'll be rereading all of these again #Mob! Bucky x reader #Mafia! Bucky x reader

[buckyownsmylife]

Eyre’s follower celebration

So for the first time in a LONG while, I’ve decided to host another celebration where I’m the one writing your requests! I’ve missed doing these, but for the sake of my mental health, I’ll have to put some specific restraints to make sure this won’t overwhelm me:

- The celebration will start now, which means you can send me your requests as soon as you read this.

- But I won’t be able to write as quickly as I used to, so I don’t know how many posts I’ll be able to make in a day.

- Keeping that in mind, I decided to make the celebration a bit longer than I used to do these... I’ll be accepting requests until the 24th of October.

I intend to write everything I’m able to write, but I still have my own triggers and personal limits, so if I don’t get to your request, that’s probably why (or Tumblr ate your ask, it happens quite a lot, in my experience). I also won’t limit my own posts until the 24th, that’ll just the the deadline of requests - I’ll keep posting the stories I’m writing until there isn’t any in my ask anymore.

Now, as for what you can request me, here are the three ideas I thought would be worth exploring this time around:

✨ I wish you’d write a story where...

This is where you can tell me what kind of story you’d always hoped I’d write and I’ll try to come up with a drabble for it. It might be short or it might be long, it’ll all depend on how much the story inspires me. There’s no restrictions here, feel free to send me ideas about characters I’ve never written before or kinks I haven’t explored, just keep in mind there’s always a chance I won’t know the character or won’t feel too comfortable with the kink.

(✨ + NAME OF CHARACTER and/or KINK and/or SITUATION)

😈 Rare Kinktober Smut prompts

Of course, I can’t stop thinking about my own kinktober list of kinks I’ve always wanted to read more of in Tumblr, so I figured an excellent way to satisfy my own needs would be to open it up to you guys’ requests. You can pick a number and a character and add any other sort of additional information you’d like me to take into consideration, like an AU or extra kink, and I’ll do my best to write you something!

- Characters

(😈 + NAME OF CHARACTER + NUMBER OF PROMPT + ADDITIONAL INFO, if any)

💭 What if...

Finally, this is for those of you who have read one of my stories and would like to request a specific scenario for the characters in it. Let me know what you want to see and in what universe and I’ll write you a headcanon or drabble based on it. It’s no secret that I adore expanding on my own stories, so I figured this would be the best way to work on it too!

(💭 + NAME OF THE FIC where your request is set + REQUEST)

Feel free to just send me the emoji for your type of request, followed by the request in itself, but make sure you send me all of the information I need! More often than not, I end up not knowing how to fulfill a request because I don’t have enough information about it to feel inspired to write it out!

(I hope you guys don’t mind that I’m tagging you to spread the word around!)

@tumblin-theworldaway @sparkledfirecracker @donutloverxo @wakingbeauty @tinystudentfirepurse @slothspaghettiwrites @sweetlyscared​ @jbreenr​ @chubbybuckydumpling​ @ramp-it-up​ @maroonsunrise83​ @cockslut-padalecki​ @navybrat817​​

#my follower celebration

[nocturne-pisces]

Aquarius Rising (3)

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Enhanced!Reader

Word count: 1.4k (This one is shorter than the last two, but it’s for a reason.)

A/N: Part 3 in the Zodiac Series. The motivation and backing track to this was drop kicked into my brain by @tumblin-theworldaway – who left a link to Sufjan Steven’s “Mystery of Love” in my inbox with a request for Bucky angst. And who am I if not a complete whore for angst. Big thank you to @branded--with--a--j for beta reading and being a constant aggressive encouragement for my dumbass.

Warnings: Angst. Blood. Mentions of violence and suicidal ideation.

Masterlist

Fingernails splinter and crack and bleed against rocks that should take more effort to throw to the side, but the boulder that’s leveled itself on Bucky’s chest weighs more.

He doesn’t know how long he’s been throwing chunks of concrete behind him; he just knows that he has to bring your body home. There has to be something in the casket when they read the eulogy over your portrait. He has to let you rest properly. Tony helps as much as he can, the burning acid guilt of not having every single piece of information before sending you in eating a hole through him.

Bucky is so careful, shifting only rocks that won’t create a landslide at risk of crushing you further. He has to find you; he has to bring you home, repeating it over and over again like a mantra to keep him going. Your body has to go back to the compound. Back to where you kissed him under the canvas of the constellations. He’d rearrange all the stars now if it meant that he could be in your place. If it meant that he’d be the one buried in a pine box so you could go on.

He knew he was close when the rocks he moved were speckled with droplets of dried blood. The first spray pattern his eyes fell upon a Jackson Pollock of despair that sunk its claws into his heart and twisted. He had to turn away as his stomach heaved and bile splashed against new gravel, the thought of your broken body lying lifeless under all of this stinging his eyes and welling them over.

Why did it always have to be him? Why did everyone want to save him? Sacrifice themselves for him? Not only his best friend but now you, too. He wasn’t worth all of this and sometimes he wished that everyone would just let him go.

Let him rest in the endless expanse of nothing where war could no longer touch him. Where the threat of violence didn't haunt him like a poltergeist too angry to walk into the light.

All rational thought left his head when the toe of your boot peeked out from under the crumpled remains of the steel table that he was kicked from. You’d managed to use it as protection, the rocks caving it in on top of you. A new desperation possessed him, his arms working frantically to lift weight after solid weight from where you were lay trapped.

“Steve!!!” he bellowed, broken and strained, hands bleeding as he dug. He didn't know why he was calling out. Maybe it had something to do with the freefall of realizing that this was all real and not some sick nightmare, a figurative hand reaching for a lifeline to catch him before he hit the ground.

His breathing was rushed, ragged as he lifted one final boulder, revealing your form. His bottom lip warbled as he hit his knees, pulling your limp body up and into his chest as his tears hit the floor, no attempt made to stifle them. From the ground floor Steve looked down into the blown pit, his best friend curled around his love; a shattered, inconsolable, shell of a mess of a man. Natasha stood next to him, her own tears cresting over the peaks of her cheekbones as she curled into his chest.

FRIDAY sounded in Tony’s ear. “Moisture detected inside the helmet, sir.” He drew a heavy breath, blowing it out and fogging his visuals. “I know. Start the jet, will ya?” A few hundred yards away the quinjet roared back to life.

Bucky cradled your head as he pulled your face out of his neck, gently picking strands of hair from where it stuck to your forehead. His breathing stopped altogether when you inhaled that first rough breath, and he would have thought he was hallucinating if he hadn’t felt it puff back against his face.

Breathing hurt. As you swam in and out of consciousness you could tell that most of your ribs were broken. Your vision was whited out and you could barely hear, but you felt someone corralling you close, the familiar musk of Bucky cocooning you.

“Ow,” you moaned. You know you thought it, but you didn’t realize that you’d vocalized it. Bucky’s head jerked up to his friends, confusion painted across everyone’s face.

“Tony?!” Bucky yelled.

Before he had the chance to finish the word metallic footsteps landed behind him and rocketed all of them out of the trench, your head lolling back as Bucky held you close. Steve and Nat sprinted after Tony and back to the jet where he landed. They pulled a stretcher out from under a bench and Bucky laid you carefully upon it.

“We need to go,” he ordered, strapping you down to the stretcher so you didn’t move during the journey. “Get the crash bag.” He laid two fingers on the inside of your wrist, the faintest of heartbeats detectable under your soft skin. He wanted the bag ready in case he lost it, in case he lost himself.

He counted every single heartbeat until they landed at the compound and the medical team took you away from him. Dr. Cho insisted on a medically induced and carefully monitored coma, to give your body time to heal itself. Bruce aided with a formulated sedative that he engineered to keep a super soldier under.

Which is what you were.

A super soldier.

And Bucky was the last one to know.

He stood over your body where it laid in the adjustable bed of the medical wing, more wires and tubes hooked into your skin than he’d ever seen outside of a sci-fi movie. Natasha and Steve stood opposite him; Nat’s head rested on Steve’s bicep where he held her hand. Bucky leveled his gaze with both.

“Did you know she’d had the serum?” The question is soft, a pained betrayal behind his crystal blues that Steve had only ever seen on one other occasion.

Both of them snapped their eyes to Bucky, then to each other, then back to him.

“Buck…”

“Did you know?!” he repeated, his tone biting itself into the growing guilt in their chests.

“It wasn’t our secret to share, Barnes,” Natasha answers, stepping in front of Steve and crossing her arms over her chest.

Bucky pressed his lips into a thin line, his gaze dropping to the sharp white of the hospital blanket as he nodded his understanding. He leaned down and brushed a few strands from your face, laying a kiss on your cheek before stalking out of the room.

He took the elevator up to the floor he shared with you and Steve, but he couldn’t pass the door to your room to get to his own. He stopped in front of it, letting his forehead rest against the pressed wood as tears flowed for the second time.

You were so good. So unequivocally, painfully, masterfully pure. And all it took for you to want to leave this world was for his life to be on the line. After all the blood he’d shed, all the lives he’d ruined, his stomach rolled to think that he’d been the reason you tried to forfeit yours.

His feet carried him before he knew what he was doing; into his room and over to his closet where his duffel bag was on the top shelf. He couldn’t stay here anymore. He couldn’t watch as his friends systematically put his life over theirs, couldn’t bear the thought of anyone else getting hurt because he existed. He had to remove the problem. Had to remove himself from the equation.

He slung his bag over the back of his bike, a small comfort in the way it growled to life under him. With one last look at the window to your room he sped off, determined to never again be the reason that someone put themselves in danger.

Steve watched as Bucky rode away, the rising tide of worry in his chest threatening to drown him.

He knew that his best friend was on the ropes of a boxing match between the love he held for the girl in the hospital bed and the hatred he had for himself and the monster he thought he was.

They'd have to go looking for Buck if he didn't come back soon, Steve knew that finding him would end in a fight.

It always ends in a fight.

#bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes #bucky #bucky barnes fanfiction #bucky barnes x y/n #bucky barnes angst #bucky barnes drabble #bucky barnes headcanon #bucky barnes imagine #bucky barnes x female reader #bucky barns fanfiction #bucky fanfic #bucky fic #bucky barns imagine #bucky fluff #bucky x female reader #bucky barnes social media au #bucky x y/n #bucky x reader #bucky x you #bucky barnes smut #james buchanan barnes #bucky barnes series #james bucky barnes #beefy bucky #james buchanan bucky barnes #bucky barnes one shot #marvel fic

[littlelioncub43]

Could I request something for Lance? The reader buys a kitten from the animal shelter without much thought. Lance is met with a *not so* pleasant surprise when he gets home to find his girl watching TV with a kitten on her lap. If you don’t wanna do a kitten, you could do a dog too. Thank youuu! 😚

Hey, sweet nonnie!

First off, thank you for being so patient with me while I work through my requests.

Second, thank you for sending this in! 😄

One kitten fic, coming up!!

Kisses 💋

—K

P.S. this was written on my phone, so any and all spelling and grammatical errors are my own. And I had a hard time naming the cat 😹

The moment you saw her, you knew you had to have her.

She was the only black kitten in the animal shelter you decided to visit on impulse on your way home from the grocery store. Her deep green eyes locked on to yours as soon as you walked in, her black fur still a bit frizzy in her young age, and you knew. That was your cat. Within 10 minutes of being in the shelter, you were already signing the papers to take her home.

They packed her up in her crate, gave you her records, and sent you on your merry way. You couldn't be happier.

Lance, on the other hand, could be happier. He came home after work to find you and what he can only believe to be a hairball curled up on the couch watching TV.

"What's that?" He points to the thing in your lap, confusion and growing agitation evident on his gorgeous face.

"Lance, this is Rosalind, Rosalind, this is Lance," you say with a smile, picking up the kitten to properly show him. "Isn't she the cutest little thing you've ever seen?"

"Wha–? No! What is it doing here?" He said, ignoring the meowing cat in your arms.

"Ok, don't be mad, but....I kindasortaadoptedacatonthewayhome," you speak as quickly as you can, hoping somehow that would calm him down.

Tilting his head, he raised his eyebrows, "sorry, you what?"

"Adopted her on the way home," you spoke more clearly. Lance shut his eyes and rubbed his face, sighing heavily before opening his eyes again, noticing the cat tree in the once empty corner of the room, the small toys scattered across the living room floor, the feeding station and litter box you neatly set up. He looks back to you with a blank expression and you can't help but smile kindly at him, stepping closer.

"I'm sorry I didn't talk to you about it, really I am. But, I couldn't help myself, just look at her, Lance," you urge gently and bring the cat closer.

The first thing Lance noticed was 2 big green eyes looking up at him, the small cat was small enough to fit in both his hands. Then a small 'meow' erupted from the tiny dark mass and Lance couldn't help but smile.

The moment you saw him crack a smile, you knew you'd won him over. "So, this is Rosalind, huh?" He says and cautiously pets the space between her ears.

You nod, "mmhmm. She's litter box trained already, nails are filed, shots up to date, and spayed."

He nods in acknowledgement. "Good." Is all he says before heading to the bathroom to shower off his day. As soon as the door to the bathroom shut, you smirked and whispered, "I knew we could convince him. Good work, high five," you brought one of her paws to your palm in a mock high five.

~~~~~~

Tag list: @tumblin-theworldaway, @inlovewithsebstan, @smokememories @slothspaghettiwrites

#lance tucker fanfiction #lance tucker fluff #cats #kitten #lance tucker x y/n #lance tucker x reader #request #little lion literature

[evita-shelby]

Ides of March Masterlist

Fics

Rose with Thorns(au where Rose kills her first husband and his mother by @justrainandcoffee ,title invented by me)

Spread too thin (made by me for @tumblin-theworldaway)

The Pond (request by @look-at-the-soul )

The Knife (by me, Luca x Eva, 100% angst)

Moodboards

Gladiator Arena

Who has more knives (sent by @zablife)

Who would be resurrected by popular vote(sent by @justrainandcoffee)

Caption This

Tommy x Eva ft birthday wishes(sent by @runnning-outof-time)

Luca ft mustache (sent by @justrainandcoffee)

Luca ft unscreweed creamer(sent by @justrainandcoffee)

#eva smith shelby #tommy shelby x oc #evacore #rose x alfie #alfie solomons x oc #rose solomons #peaky blinders fanfiction #juli's ides of march party

[starryevermore]

✨ + “I don’t think you’re supposed to use the Force like that.”

With Obi Wan Kenobi pls

watch you go ✧ obi-wan kenobi

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request: ✨ + “I don’t think you’re supposed to use the Force like that.”  With Obi Wan Kenobi pls - @tumblin-theworldaway

pairing: obi-wan kenobi x fem!reader

word count: 499

warnings?: implied smut, angst, not proofread

“I know I don’t know much about the Force, but I don’t think you’re supposed to use the Force like that,” you laughed, propping yourself up on your elbows, watching as Obi-Wan put his clothes back on. He didn’t say anything, finishing getting dressed, passing your clothes back to you. You frowned, but got the hint. As you dressed, you asked, “Hey, is everything okay?”

He only nodded. 

“Okay…” you mumbled. Once you were clothed, you stood up, crossing the room to him. But when you got close, he only stepped away. “Clearly not everything is okay. What troubles you? I can help you.”

“There is no help you can provide.”

You frowned. “Stop being so elusive. You know you can tell me anything.”

Obi-Wan let out a sigh. “We can’t keep doing this.”

Now it was your turn to be silent. What was he talking about? This had been his idea in the first. He was the one who wanted a casual relationship. He was the one who came to you. And now he was pushing you away? 

“It’s against the Jedi Code,” he continued. 

“But you said there are Jedi who have casual relationships?”

“The Code forbids attachments.”

“The whole point of this arrangement was so there would be no attachments.” Then, it dawned on you, what he was trying to say. “Oh.”

“I will leave you alone after this. I just wanted to see you one more time and to tell you this was the end. I felt I owed you that much.”

“So I just don’t have a say in this? You get to call all the shots and I’m supposed to go along with whatever you say?” You shook your head, looking away. It made you feel sick. It made you feel like he had just been using you, even though you knew that wasn’t the case. “Though, I can’t say I’m surprised. You never cared how I felt about any of this.”

“Don’t say that.”

“Why not? It’s true! This entire thing happened because you wanted it to. Everything has always been done on your terms, my own opinions be damned. Even now, you’re trying to dictate what I do. Well, I suppose it’s a blessing in disguise that you’re ending this.”

Obi-Wan looked away from, his jaw clenching and unclenching. “I suppose it is,” he said. For a moment, you wanted to reach out, to take him in your arms, to soothe the anger that was beginning to burn, to put out the flames. But then he turned away from you again, his shoulders starting to relax. “I need to go. Goodbye, Y/N.”

“If I see you again, Obi-Wan, it would be too soon.”

He looked back at you, a flash of hurt in his eyes. But you were already brushing past him, leaving the room, leaving him behind. 

After all, he may be the one leaving, but that didn’t mean you had to watch him go. 

join my sleepover!

#starrysleepover #obi wan kenobi imagine #obi wan kenobi x reader #obi wan kenobi x fem!reader #obi wan kenobi x female reader #obi wan kenobi x you #obi wan kenobi x y/n #obi wan kenobi fic #obi wan kenobi fanfiction #obi wan kenobi fan fiction #obi wan kenobi fan fic #obi wan kenobi fanfic #starrywrites #starryevermore

[littlenymphie]

mcu rewatch sleepover

movie. iron man (2008)

request. send me a 🍿 with any mcu character and i’ll write you a drabble based on my favorite scene. 

pairing. mob!bucky barnes x fem!reader

warnings. none. just a sneaky bucky barnes.

credits. @firefly-graphics for the divider

author’s note. @tumblin-theworldaway thank you for the ask! i’m so sorry that i accidentally deleted it but i managed to screenshot it from my desktop. anyways, enjoy!!!

he stands at the bar, overlooking the crowd of guests that litter his party until his eyes land on a delicate backless dress.

you’re talking with some coworkers. your lips part in a wide smile, letting out some laughs here and there. it’s all an act. he can tell how much they bore you. how your smile doesn’t reach your eyes. how your laughs sound hollow.

he smirks as he makes his way towards you.

cold metal presses against the small of your exposed back, pulling you out of the conversation with a small yelp.

“mind if i steal her away, ladies?”

a string of polite no’s and of course not’s fall from many posh painted lips. to avoid the looks of jealousy and speculation, you turn and meet your boss. his look is one of malicious tease.

before you could even say anything, he’s already pulled you to the middle of the dance floor. you can’t help but shiver at the cold metal palm that grabs your hip. his fingers dig possessively onto your skin and the silk of your dress does nothing to protect you from the rest of his chilled hand.

“mr. barnes,” you say, “we really shouldn’t—“

“oh?” he interrupts, twirling you into an embrace of a dance, your body pressed fully against his. “and why is that?”

“everyone’s looking.”

you can feel the stares that burn your skin, but you can only return his. the intensity uneases you, especially with this proximity. but, you can’t ignore the allure of his ice blue eyes that seem to lay your claim with a simple gaze.

“so, what?” he starts to sway the both of you at the beat of the song. it’s soothing. until his metal hands snakes a bit lower. you gasp at his squeeze of your bum.

“james!” you swat his hand away.

he laughs, “come on, you know you like that.”

“i—“, you sigh, “it’s just that…they’ll know.” you rest your cheek against his chest, giving in.

“let them know,” he shrugs, looking around again, “let them know you’re mine to take. mine to please. mine to protect. mine to love.” his voice drops to a whisper. “let them know you’re mine.”

#꧁ athiawrites ꧂ #♥︎ bucky barnes ♥︎ #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes x y/n #bucky barnes blurb #bucky barnes drabble #mob!bucky #mob!bucky barnes #mob!bucky barnes x reader #☽ mcu rewatch sleepover ☾

[firefly-graphics]

Lee Bodecker - Hades

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Requested by @tumblin-theworldaway​ for the moodboard challenge

Aesthetics List

#firefly moodboard challenge #lee bodecker #hades #sebastian stan #persephone #moodboard #dark aesthetic #black and white #sheriff lee bodecker #devil all the time

[bonky-n-steeb]

how does mob!steve deal with jealousy?

Thank you so much for this request! I’m sorry I’m late🥺 I hope you like this. Ily! 😘

the green eyed monster

𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙫𝙚 𝙧𝙤𝙜𝙚𝙧𝙨 𝙭 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧

𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨 || cock warming, spanking, dom/sub dynamics, sir kink. 𝙈𝙄𝙉𝙊𝙍𝙎 𝙋𝙇𝙀𝘼𝙎𝙀 𝘿𝙉𝙄!

this is not proofread :/

Thank you @tumblin-theworldaway for helping me!

This gif is just 🥵🤤🤤

He couldn’t stop the boiling rage that filled him. How could you? How could you do that to him when you knew you were his?

He saw the way you heavily leaned on Bucky. He saw the way you laughed carelessly on his stupid dumb jokes, you never laughed like that with him.

He nursed the glass of whiskey like some bitter lover as his traced your movements. Maybe it was all his fault. He shouldn’t have assigned Bucky to protect you.

Steve was a busy man just as he was dangerous. He had more enemies than he had friends. You were his priority and it was his duty to ensure you were protected at all times.

Bucky was his best friend since childhood, they had each other’s backs since then. He hadn’t thought even once while making Bucky your bodyguard. But oh, how wrong he was.

Bucky was supposed to protect you, not make you almost sit on his lap. He could see how smug Bucky was. How happy he was to demean his own boss in front of everyone.

It’s enough, time to show everyone who’s the boss, Steve thought to himself. Slamming the glass on the oak table, he walked towards you.

Without giving you even a moment to notice his motives, he picked you up and threw you over his shoulder. “Steve!” You squealed, taken by surprise.

Everyone, including Bucky was aware enough to not stare at their boss. They all wanted their eyes intact in the end. Even you didn’t protest as you knew what was to come.

~~~

“Sir…” you whimpered helplessly. Your eyes were glassy and nothing mattered except how deliciously his cock was stretching you out. But it wasn’t enough, you needed friction but that was exactly what he was denying.

After Steve had brought you back into the room, he has spread you across his knees and spanked your ass until you had begged him to stop.

You had expected the spanking to be your punishment. But how wrong you were. Because that’s when your punishment had actually begun.

You had been dripping wet and it hadn’t taken much for him to enter you. Your back was pressed against his board chest and your ass stung as it brushed against his slacks every time.

You had started grinding the moment you you sat atop him but he had held you tight and prohibited you from doing so. So here you were warming his cock for over the past half an hour.

His eyes were glued to the tv but you knew he wasn’t watching it and neither were you. His main focus was on flicking your clit and denying you any release.

You couldn’t take it anymore. You were close to coming and if you did cum without his permission, heaven knows how he’ll punish you.

“Sir… please!” You pleaded as he began kneading your breast. “You wanted to be a whore, I’ll show you how a whore is treated.”

You weren’t supposed to moan at his words, but you did, shamelessly. “Oh yeah. You like it, don’t ya? He increased the speed of his hand on your swollen nub.

“Please! I’m sorry. I’m sorry sir. Aahhh! Please forgive me!” You were just about to cum when Steve removed his hand and instead slapped your wet pussy.

“Oh fuck! Sir please!” You wanted to move but his hands barricading your hips made it impossible. Your moans and tightness made it irresistible even for him.

“You wanna cum?” You nodded as if your life depended on it. “Who’s gonna make you cum? Is it Bucky? Is it Tony?” He started slowly grinding up into you.

“It’s you sir. Only you.” He grunted in your ear and you knew he too was on his verge. “Yeah? Then why do you need reminding who you belong to?”

“I’m yours, sir. Only yours.” He picked you up and finally, finally started thrusting into you. “You’re mine. Only mine.”

“Yes! Yes! Don’t wanna be no one else’s. Only yours!” You were delirious and desperate by now. “Please sir. Please make me cum! Please!”

He grunted as he began thrusting into you harder and harder. “You wanna cum? I’ll make you cum till you can’t anymore.”

#skye’s 1k sleepover #do y’all want a second part with threesome? #steve rogers #chris evans #marvel #mcu #steve rogers x reader #bucky barnes #steve rogers x female reader #steve rogers x y/n #steve rogers x you #marvel smut #steve rogers smut #steve rogers one shot #steve rogers fanfiction #steve rogers drabble #steve rogers headcanon