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sergeantbarnessdoll · 2 months

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Quick Smut Drabble please, bestie. 🔥💕

Sergeant Barnes taking me, and fucking me awake in the middle of the night when he comes home. And he’s all vocal and whiny telling me how much he needs me and how much he missed me. And when I wake up, he only speeds up his thrusts taking me to paradise.

Middle Of The Night » Bucky Barnes/Winter Soldier

Pairings: Boyfriend!Bucky Barnes x Girlfriend!Reader

Summary: Bucky comes home in the middle of the night and takes what he wants.

Warnings: Smut (18+), language, dirty talk, kissing, little bit of fingering, unprotected sex, Sergeant kink, praise kink, cockwarming, use of pet names

A/N: Thank you for requesting @katherineswritingsblog 🩷 I love everything about this request🥵

Written on my phone. I’m sorry for any mistakes and typos.

Header made by @buckys-wintersoldier

GIF IS NOT MINE! Credit goes to the creators.

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!!🔞

“Fuck…” Bucky mumbles to himself when he seen your sleeping figure.

The moonlight shined through the window into yours and his bedroom onto you. You were sleeping on your stomach, wearing nothing but one of his shirts and no panties. It’s like you wanted him to come home and see you like this. Bucky couldn’t help but reach his right hand in between your legs, feeling your pussy was already wet. He sunk a finger in your tight entrance, moving it slowly. You squirmed a little, backing yourself against his hand. Bucky smirks to himself. He removed his finger and stripped himself from his clothes. His was cock hard and leaking with precum. He got on the bed, pumping his cock in his right hand. He slid his cock inside of you with ease. His thrusts started off slow, gradual getting faster. His hands grasped your hips to steady himself.

“Fuck, such a good girl. So wet and tight.” He moans, almost whining.

Bucky was obsessed with the way your wet walls felt around his cock. He couldn’t help himself but fuck you a little faster. He looked down to where the two of you are connected and watched as his cock disappeared inside of you each time, his cock covered in your wetness. His lips parted, moans leaving his mouth.

“Shit…” He moans. “I missed you so much.” He whines. “I’ve been thinking about you all day, your tight pussy wrapped around my fat cock.” He says panting.

Your eyes fluttered open. You looked over your shoulder, seeing Bucky fucking into you. Bucky made eye contact with you and began fucking you faster.

“Oh fuck!” You moaned.

Your hands clutched the sheet beneath you. Your jaw dropped, breathy moans and whines left your lips.

“Sergeant…” You moaned.

“Did you miss your Sergeant, doll? I can tell you did.” Bucky says panting.

His metal hand left your hip, finding its way to your clit and began rubbing it in fast circles causing your pussy to clench around his cock, making him moan at the feeling. His cock was hitting your sweet spot every time he thrusted into you.

“Sergeant, I-I’m close! Oh fuck!” You moaned, clutching the sheet tighter.

“Me too, doll. Cum for me. Cum for your Sergeant, babydoll.” He says huskily.

Your eyes rolled to the back of your head and a loud moan left your lips as you came hard, soaking the sheets beneath you. Moans left Bucky’s lips as he came inside of you, painting your walls. His thrusts came to a stop and he laid on top of you, being careful to not crush you. He turned your head and gave you a much needed kiss.

“I fucking missed you.” He says against your lips.

“I missed you more.” You say breathlessly.

Bucky rolled onto his side, pulling you closer to him and left his cock inside of you.

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-Bucky’s Doll

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lunarbuck · 7 months

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Kinktober Week 2: Formal Wear

header: @jen-with-a-pen

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x f!reader (any race)

Word Count: 2k

Prompt: Formal Wear

Warnings: bucky is your ex bf, unwanted touching (by someone else, not bucky), sexual tension, oral (m receiving), smut (p in v), praise, pet names [dove, pretty girl, baby], light spanking, swearing, possessiveness

a/n: y'all...... you're not even ready for this

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You slide your hands down the smooth satin of your dress, relishing the way it glides against your skin. Tonight’s party is one you’ve been looking forward to for some time now, and you can’t wait to see the look on his face when you walk through those doors.

You’re dressed for revenge, and you don’t care how petty it is.

After a quick ride to the venue, you pause just outside the doors to the ballroom. You take a deep breath, rolling your shoulders, before pushing the doors open. Your heels click on the marble floor, and you flash a smile at the familiar faces that greet you.

This isn’t your first Avengers gala, and it certainly won’t be your last, but tonight is different. Tonight isn’t about greasing palms and fake smiles. No, tonight is about one thing and one thing only.

Making sure Bucky Barnes knows just what he’s missing out on.

He broke up with you a week and a half ago. You spent the first week feeling like your heart had been ripped out and stomped on, unsure if you’d ever recover. The past few days, though, have been spent getting ready for this moment right here.

You find your way to the bar and order a vodka soda, letting your eyes wander around the room. You can tell the moment he spots you. His gaze licks down your back like fire, making you shiver.

As you sip your drink, you feel someone approach, but you can tell it’s not Bucky. “You look gorgeous tonight,” a man tells you. At first glance, you don’t recognize him, but a moment later, you place him as an investor you’ve sweet-talked a few times before. His hand slides along your lower back, and you’re quickly reminded of how handsy he tends to be.

“Thanks,” you reply, cringing inwardly.

“Wanna dance?” He doesn’t give you a chance to answer, tugging you away from the bar and to the center of the front of the room where people are dancing. The bass thumps in your chest as you dance with Mr. Handsy, ignoring the way your skin crawls at his touch.

A flash of metal catches your attention, and suddenly, he’s right there. Bucky Barnes, in all his tuxedo-d glory, stands just four feet next to you. He’s not dancing, not even swaying with the music. He’s just standing there, staring at you.

Your body hums under his heated gaze. You watch his eyes drag over your figure and suppress a smirk. His eyes darken, and his tongue darts out, wetting his lower lip.

Mr. Handsy presses himself against your back and slides his hands along your hips. Bucky’s eyes flash to the man touching you, and you see him clench his metal fist. He looks so fucking good right now, bathed in the low light. Bucky’s tux is perfectly fitted to his mountain-like, sculpted body.

You can’t help the desire that pools in your lower belly. Despite the way your brain is screaming, your pussy can’t seem to hear it. Even though he broke your heart, you remember how amazing he made you feel.

Mr. Handsy’s fingers brush your ribs, and you’re rudely snapped awake from your memories. You turn around in his grip and push against his chest, trying to put space between you and his unwanted touches, but his fingers tighten around your ribcage.

You open your mouth to tell him off, but you’re abruptly pulled backward and into a familiar, muscular chest. His cologne invades your senses, woodsy and masculine. Mr. Handsy frowns but ultimately decides that you’re not worth fighting the Winter Soldier over.

“You wear this dress for me?” Bucky’s low voice growls in your ear. You stand up straighter as his hands slide across your hips to your lower belly, pressing your ass against him.

“No.” You silently curse the way your voice wavers, and you don’t have to be looking at him to know that Bucky is smirking.

“Don’t lie, dove. You know you’re shit at it.” You bristle at the pet name, the one that has always made you swoon.

“‘M not lying.” Bucky’s metal fingers drift up your body, tracing between your breasts to circle your neck. He doesn’t squeeze, he wraps his fingers enough to remind you how much you liked it when he held you this way.

“Little dove, you’re just asking for me to fuck the truth out of you.” You press your thighs together and shudder, wetness pooling in your panties. This isn’t how it was supposed to go. You were supposed to flaunt how well you’re doing in Bucky’s stupid, perfect face, get drunk, then go home feeling great.

He isn’t supposed to be talking about fucking you, and you aren’t supposed to be grinding your ass against him.

You shake your head, unable to come up with the words to tell him to fuck off.

“You know what I think? I think you got all dolled up just for me. You wanted to show me how big and bad you are, but all you’ve done is show me how much you miss me. That right, dove?” Your body betrays you, but the more time you spend in his arms, the less you seem to care.

Bucky gives the column of your throat a light squeeze, and your lips part on a gasp. “I bet you’re fucking soaked right now. If I slipped my hand into your panties right now, they’d be wet.” The slit of your dress goes high up your thigh, so high that he could do just that if he wants. Part of you silently begs for him to find out, for his fingers to drag over your clit.

Without another word, Bucky slides his hand to cup the back of your neck in a possessive grip and guides you off the dance floor and toward the doors. You’re in a trance, hypnotized by his words and intoxicating presence.

Bucky walks you to the elevator bank, jabbing the number for the top floor, then turns to you. He towers over you, blue eyes blazing, and your breath catches in your throat. A bell dings, and he walks you backward into the open doors of the elevator. Your back hits the wall, and he leans over you, hands landing on either side of your head.

“You look good enough to fucking eat, dove,” he rasps. “You really gonna tell me you don’t want this?” Bucky slides one of his muscular thighs between your legs, pressing it where you need him most. “Gonna sit there and pretend you don’t want me?”

As much as you want to push him away, shout at him, tell him that he’s full of it, you know it’s a lie. You want him so badly you’re buzzing with it. You need him more than air.

When the elevator reaches the top floor, Bucky’s fingers circle your wrist, and he tugs you to his room, shutting the door behind you. The moment the latch clicks, you know you’re a goner.

He approaches you slowly, and you try to keep the space between the two of you, walking backward until your legs hit the bed. You wobble on your heels and can’t catch yourself before your ass hits the mattress.

Bucky stands over you, stealing your breath, as he slowly removes his tux jacket. He smirks, the look full of heat and hunger. His hands cup your jaw, thumbs brushing over your cheekbones. You gaze up at him, unable to keep your eyes off his face.

“So beautiful, dove,” he tells you. Without thinking, you slide off the mattress, knees landing against the plush carpet on the floor, so you’re kneeling in front of Bucky. He raises an eyebrow as your fingers fumble with his belt. You manage to tug it free, popping the button on his slacks before pulling the zipper down.

You pull his cock out, not bothering to get rid of his pants, and you salivate. Before Bucky, giving oral was a chore, but with him, it brought you so much pleasure. That hasn’t changed, it seems. You drag your tongue over his tip before taking him into your mouth. Bucky’s fingers slide along your scalp, gripping your hair. You bob your head, taking him as deeply as you can, gagging when he hits the back of your throat.

“Shit,” Bucky groans. “Missed your fucking mouth, dove.” Your clit pulses at his words, and you squeeze your thighs together in an attempt to alleviate the pressure. Your tongue teases the vein on the underside of his cock, and you hum when he moans.

You know Bucky’s body like the back of your hand, and when his hips jolt, thrusting his cock further into your mouth, you pull away. You can’t help but smirk at the disheveled look on his face. He was getting close, and you just ruined that for him.

“Wipe the smirk off your face, little dove. You’re gonna regret that.” Bucky hoists you up onto the bed, and you land face down, bouncing with the impact. His hands slide along your legs, pushing your skirt up to expose your panties. You shout when his fingers wrap around your ankles, tugging you backward until your feet hit the ground. With the height of your heels, your ass sticks out and up in this position.

Bucky’s fingers trace along the outline of your panties, sending chills down your spine. He tugs the waistband, drags the garment down your legs, and helps you step out of it. Your mind spins as the cool air caresses your heated pussy.

“You’re such a liar, dove. You’re soaked, and it’s all for me, isn’t it?” You clench the comforter tightly, trying not to squirm under his gaze. A light smack to your ass makes you yelp. “Answer the question, dove.”

“Y-yes,” you whimper. “It’s all for you.” Bucky chuckles and grips your hips until you feel his cock drag through the wetness between your thighs.

“Your pussy knows who it belongs to, isn’t that right, dove?” You shake your head, hiding your face in the blankets, but that earns you another slap. “Don’t fucking lie to me, pretty girl. You and I both know how much your pussy fucking loves me.”

The tip of his cock presses against your entrance, and you stifle a moan. Bucky is big, the biggest you’ve ever had, and in just the week and a half you’ve been broken up, you’ve craved this more than you care to admit.

“You can tell yourself whatever you want, baby, but your perfect cunt is telling me all I need to know.” He slides into you, stretching your pussy around his cock, and you moan loudly. He doesn’t give you a moment to breathe or adjust. He just sets a brutal, deep pace and fucks you like he owns you.

Bucky fucks you into the mattress, your back arching to take him deeper. You’re putty in his hands, unable to resist the pleasure he pours into your body.

“That’s right, dove,” he whispers huskily. “Take my fucking cock like a good girl.” Your pussy clenches when he calls you ‘good girl’, and you know he did it on purpose. He knows how much you love that.

“You missed being my good girl, huh, dove?”

“Yes, yes, yes,” you moan, not caring how pathetic you sound. Bucky leans down, clasping the back of your neck with his metal fingers, and pushes you further into the mattress. Your orgasm comes barreling toward you, and though your mind screams at the betrayal, you fall over the edge.

“Shit, yes, dove. Come all over my cock. You’re squeezing the shit out of me, baby.” You shake with the aftershocks of your orgasm, and you can tell Bucky’s getting close. His hips stutter, rhythm faltering as he fucks you harder and harder.

“Fuck, dove, gonna fill you up.” Bucky comes on a loud moan, squeezing the back of your neck tightly before pulling out. You feel his fingers drag along your inner thigh before pushing into your pussy, forcing his cum deeper inside of you.

Your breaths are shallow as you come to terms with what just happened. As much as you wish you regretted it, you don’t. And as much as you hope this will be the last time this happens, you know it’s just the first. Bucky is your drug; you’re addicted. It’s going to take a long time before you’re able to quit him.

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rookthorne · 2 years

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Murder Strut™ from the back. ↳ Whatcha gon' do with all that junk, All that junk inside your trunk?

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navybrat817 · 1 year

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How is addicted to love Bucko doing? 🥺

He had a bit of a rough morning, nonnie.

Revere

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Female Reader

Summary: Bucky assumes the worst after a bad dream.

Word Count: Over 1.8k

Warnings: Slight angst, a touch of fluff, talk of nightmares, Bucky thinking the worst of himself, implied E.S.C., Bucky Barnes in love (he’s a warning, okay?).

A/N: Unplanned fic and I hope you lovelies enjoy. Not beta read and written on my phone, so any and all mistakes are my own. Header by yours truly, banner by the lovely @sgt-seabass , and divider by the amazing @rookthorne . Please follow @navybrat817-sideblog for new fics and notifications. Comments, reblogs, feedback are loved and appreciated!

Bucky would never be the perfect man, but he wanted to be the best version of himself that he could be. His nightmares, however, served as a reminder that he used to be a monster. No, that wasn't right. He was not a monster.

He was always there in his own mind though, trapped in a cage with the key out of reach. A version of himself in the mask couldn't give it to him as he was dragged away to inflict more pain. The weapon that was his body caused unspeakable horror while all he could do was scream for no one to hear.

And for the first time, he heard you scream back at him to save you.

His lungs burned as he sat up in bed, a light bead of sweat on his brow as he inhaled. It was difficult to make out in the dark where he was before he remembered he was in his own bedroom. Another deep breath surrounded him with familiar, calming scents, like your perfume lingering on the sheets. He began to count to ten in his head as he rubbed his face with both hands.

One. My name is Bucky Barnes. Two. I am no longer the Winter Soldier. Three. I didn't hurt anyone. Four. I'm home. Five. You're-

His hands dropped when he realized he didn't hear your steady breathing. The sheet was cold beside him as he stretched his arm to touch nothing. You weren't there. If you didn't have items occupying the room, he would've thought you had been a figment of his imagination.

A dream that slipped away like his memories when he woke up.

Bucky didn't call out for you immediately, but panic began to bubble in his chest when he didn't hear a single noise in the apartment. He snatched his phone from the nightstand and didn't see any missed calls or texts. You didn't have to work today and you hadn't mentioned running any errands. There was no note for him on the nightstand.

Nothing.

"Pick up, please," he whispered when he dialed your number.

You didn't answer.

Tears brimmed his eyes as he hung up. He swung his legs over the side of the bed and stood up, torn between rage and fright as he tried to keep from shaking. Did someone find you? Take you away? Were you the price to pay for his sins?

What am I supposed to do?

He bolted to the bedroom door and threw it open when he heard the key turn in the front door handle, thankful that he slipped a pair of boxers on the night before. He ran into the living room just in time to see you carefully open the door with one hand as you balanced a small box with the other. You quietly pushed the door closed with your foot, like you were trying not to make any noise.

"You're okay," he whispered as you turned around with a smile.

You're real. You're safe. You're home.

"Bucky, you should still be asleep," you said before you got a good look at him and set the box and your keys on the hallway table. "What's wrong?"

He went to you and framed your face with his hands, trying to silently assure you that he was okay. But the corners of his lips tugged into a tight smile, too tense to say that he was just fine. The cool air from outside clung to your skin as he breathed in and a sweet scent from the box drifted to his nostrils as well. Another familiar smell from a time before he knew real pain.

"You're okay," his voice cracked and it took everything in him not to crush his body against yours.

"Bucky, did you have a nightmare?" you asked, holding onto his wrists with a worried gaze.

"Yeah," he answered, wishing in that moment that he could be a normal guy for you. "I woke up and I called you and-"

"I wasn't there and I didn't answer," you finished for him, gently batting his hands away from your face so you could lead him back into the living room to sit on the couch. "Bucky, I'm so sorry. I was trying to surprise you and thought I'd be back before you got up."

Of course, you did. You're an amazing girlfriend.

"You're home now," he said as he sat beside you.

Here in our sanctuary where danger can't permeate these walls if I can help it.

Shades of yellow and orange crept into the room through the window as the sun came up more, the silence stretching on before he found himself with his head in your lap. You stroked his hair back with a tiny smile when he turned to look at you, but you didn't push him to talk about his nightmare. He was thankful for that.

He usually woke you when he had a nightmare and you never complained as you soothed him. Not once. You were always beside him.

Until today.

"I'm sorry," he said, his throat tight as he felt his mind drift far away.

Your touch brought him back.

“Don't be. I’m sorry I wasn’t here when you needed me,” you said softly. "And I'm sorry I didn't leave a note. I really thought I'd be back, but that's no excuse."

He swallowed as guilt set in. You went out to surprise him and now you were apologizing because he couldn't handle having a bad dream. You did so much for him, for others. He didn't want to be one more person who had to turn to you.

“You’re here. You're always here when I need you and I appreciate that so much,” he promised, swallowing a little again. “But I heard you scream."

"In your nightmare?" you guessed as he shut his eyes. "Oh, Bucky. I'm okay. I'm right here," you assured him.

"I just got scared when I woke up alone."

Logically, he knew the chances of something happening to you were slim, but the fright he felt after his bad dream was enough to deter him when he woke up in an empty, cold bed.

"And I didn't actually get up until I heard the front door," he continued, trying to find the right words. "It was like I couldn't move until I heard the key in the door."

"It's okay."

"No, it isn't."

"How long were you awake before I got back?" you asked.

"Not long," he said as he thought about it. "But you should be able to depend on me should you be in trouble."

"And I can. I know I can. I don't think you give yourself enough credit," you said, running your fingers through his hair again in a soothing pattern. "You said you called me. I'll bet you listened for me, too."

"But I felt like I froze," he said. "Like I didn't take enough action."

Like whatever went wrong was my fault.

"Calling me was a form of taking action," you pointed out. "Had I not walked through the door, I know you would have gotten up and looked for me if something was wrong."

"That's true," he agreed. He would have done everything in power to find or help you had something happened. He just didn't understand why he jumped to a terrible conclusion instead of thinking logically. "So why was I so scared today?

"Because you're human and you woke up from what was likely a very realistic nightmare."

The horrors that went through his dark dreams actually happened and he didn't want your pain to become one of those twisted memories.

"I'm messed up," he whispered as he opened his eyes.

Not my fault, but I am.

"You're not messed up. You're a work in progress. We all are," you said with such earnestness that his heart ached. "Some days won't be easy, but you learn from your experiences and allow yourself to feel. You may even learn to give yourself the grace you deserve."

There was no frustration or impatience in your tone. Nothing to admonish him for why he felt the way he did. Only infinite patience and love that he was lucky enough to receive.

"And if I stumble along the way?" he asked.

"Stumbling means you're doing something right, Bucky," you said, helping him sit up. "To me, it isn't about how you fall. It's how you pick yourself up again."

Bucky shifted closer with a hint of a smile. "How do you always know exactly what to say?"

How do you soothe the pain inside me?

"I don't, but I do want to help."

You already are.

"The box by the door. What is it?" he asked.

"Oh," you said as you dropped your head for a second. "You mentioned that old bakery you liked and I made sure to get up extra early so I could bring you back something."

"The Italian Bakery?" he smiled.

"Yeah, that one," you smiled at him.

He mentioned it to you when he told you an old story. No wonder the smell reminded him of a happier time. It shouldn't have shocked him that you wanted to surprise him.

"You must have been quiet. Hard to sneak past me," he half joked.

"You were in a pretty deep sleep when I left. I must have worn you out last night," you teased as he chuckled, a quiet and heartfelt sound. "I thought it would be nice treat for you to wake up to."

There was still a bit of tension in Bucky's body as he kissed your lips, but he could breathe easier.

My beautiful, thoughtful other half.

"Thank you."

"I can go get it," you offered.

"Stay here?" he asked when you moved to stand, not letting you go. "Please?"

Just stay right here when I can see and touch you.

"Okay," you whispered.

Bucky didn't allow himself to cry immediately as he held you and traded lazy kisses, but he let a tear slip by the time he pulled you into his lap after he wordlessly tore at your fabric that covered your skin. He mouthed a declaration of love against your lips as his breath caught in his throat, revered by you. Maybe you were the price of his sins, but he would find a way to be your savior.

The man and hero you deserve.

"I love you," he whispered.

"I love you, too."

You gasped when Bucky slid his cock into you and gently took hold of your hips when he couldn't go any deeper. He throbbed inside you and nosed along your neck as you shuddered. Fucking you properly was what his body wanted to do. His mind, on the other hand, didn't need to go any further for now.

He just needed the comfort of you, his home.

And the depths of his mind, the key slid into place and unlocked the cage.

Maybe it wasn't so far out of reach after all.

Oh, I love him. ❤️ Love and thanks for reading! ❤️

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little-diable · 7 months

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The woman in the painting – Tommy Shelby

A short story written for @zablife celebration – congrats again, darling! Please like and reblog if you enjoyed reading this, your comments keep us writers motivated! Enjoy my loves. xxx

Summary: The reader works as Tommy's maid, she knows all about Arrow House, even about those souls that are no longer alive but still around.

Warnings: nothing, just a grim vibe (700 words)

header by @deathofpeaceofmind

“Don’t.” (Y/n)‘s voice echoed through the hallway, eyes set on the woman who had stepped foot into Arrow House only a few hours ago. Their eyes met, Mrs Shelby’s eyes full of confusion, (y/n)’s full of fright. For a few seconds neither of them spoke, only the sound of laughter rang through the evening, drunken laughter rumbling through the other Shelby family members.

Slowly the woman took a step away from the painting she had tried to touch, fingers about to come in contact with the old paint, forced to freeze due to (y/n)’s harsh call. (Y/n) cleared her throat, straightening her posture as the woman’s head whipped to her left side, eyes meeting her husband’s piercing ones.

“Everything alright?” The smoke left the man’s nose like a waterfall cascading down old stones, cozying those along who haven’t felt any love nor kindness in years. Tommy’s eyes flickered between his new wife and (y/n), waiting for either one to speak up. (Y/n) had to watch the woman walk closer to her husband, obviously searching his closeness - almost putting on a show for the maid.

“Your maid told me not to touch the painting. I wonder why that is?” (Y/n) was confronted with an almost challenging gaze, lips tightly pressed together. Her eyes locked with Tommy’s, eyes filled with a bone chilling coldness, and yet she saw right through the facade he had built. She knew him, knew him better than any other person currently walking these floors, knew the thoughts he only shared with her late at night, when only a few candles could alight their surroundings.

“It’s time to head back, come.” Tommy tried to guide his wife down the hallway, but the woman stayed put, not moving an inch. Once again they were engulfed by silence, a silence so threatening (y/n) could no longer stop herself from speaking up, unable to keep quiet any longer.

“Because she feels it. She feels every touch, every gaze you throw her way. She feels it all, and yet she can’t move, she can’t laugh, she can’t speak. She’s forever forced to stay in that pose, and all because she -“ (y/n) was interrupted by the “Enough!” roaring through the hallway, ripping through Tommy. (Y/n)’s heart skipped a few beats, gaze instantly averted, not daring to look at the man any longer.

“Let her talk, Thomas.” Mrs Shelby’s soft voice made (y/n) want to hide away, seeing right through the fake smile, not taking the tale (y/n) found herself telling seriously. “Who was she?”

“She lived here, years ago. She was married to a soldier, who died at war, leaving her behind with their young child. But the child got sick as soon as winter hit, and it died quickly. Mary, the woman, was known for her superstitious beliefs, it’s said that she used this painting in one of her rituals, hiding away in the cellar's darkness, trying to get her child and her husband back, wanting to lure them out of death’s cold grasp. But instead of getting them back-” (y/n) stumbled over her words, body covered in goosebumps.

“She trapped her own soul in the painting, and now she is stuck in there, without her child or her husband.” Tommy’s cold voice rang in (y/n)’s ears, focusing on him as he finished telling the tale. For a few seconds neither of them dared to speak up, at least till Mrs Shelby broke out in laughter, shaking her head as her gaze wandered from (y/n) to Tommy.

“As if you’d believe that, Thomas.” The woman’s hand found its way to Tommy’s arm, pulling herself closer, waiting for him to guide her back to the others. He stared at (y/n) for a few more moments before he turned away, walking back down the hallway with his new wife. (Y/n)’s body started moving towards the painting, grasping her apron tightly as her eyes focused on the features of the young woman.

She turned from the painting, hiding away in the shadows, not noticing how one drop after another dripped from the painted eyes, forming a puddle of blood on the ground.

#Tommy Shelby imagine #Tommy Shelby x reader #peaky blinders imagine

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SaiyanPrincessSwanie Reading List Weeks 167 & 168

Welcome to Weeks 167 & 168

A/N: Thank you again to those who gave me recommendations for fanfics. Especially all the Kinktober goodies. 💜 This week had me reading 60 fics. Absolutely amazing stuff here.

As always these will be listed in no particular order. None of these stories are mine. I’m just signal-boosting them. The author is listed next to the title. My goal is to signal boost writers and spread positivity in the community. 💜💜

Click HERE to see what I will or won’t read. This is very important.

Click HERE for past reading lists.

For my Masterlist click HERE

Please make sure you’re reading the warnings on every story. They range from dark to fluff. Do Not Read if you are under 18 years old. These stories are meant for adults only. You’re responsible for your own media consumption.

Page-break by @whimsicalrogers

Header by @fictional-affairs

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I love you 3000 💜 Missy

Fallen Angel - (Brock x OFC, Bucky) - @saiyanprincessswanie

Heaven or Hell? - (Lloyd x Reader) - @shadeysprings

Plum Flavored Chapstick - (Bucky x Reader) - @sergeantbarnessdoll

Winner Winner - (Andy x Reader) - @labella420

Bewitched crossroads - @nekoannie-chan

Here Comes Goodbye - (Jimmy Dobyne x Reader) - @spectre-posts @wiypt-writes

Protector - (Winter Soldier x Reader) - @rookthorne

When You Move, I Move - (Bucky x Reader) - @navybrat817

Kinktober Week 1: Love Bites - (Steve x Reader) - @lunarbuck

Surrender - @mrsmischief209

Stargazing love - @/nekoannie-chan

Armchair - @/nekoannie-chan

Bittersweet - (Bucky x Reader) - @thecornerlot

Might Even Be - (Bucky x Reader) - @slyyywriting

Spy vs. Spy - (Lloyd x Reader) - @andydrysdalerogers

Never Tear Us Apart - (Andy x Reader) - @syntheticavenger

Dark Thor Oneshot- @/syntheticavenger

dangerous - (Bucky x Reader) - @onceuponastory

Ours - (Bucky x Reader, Steve x Reader) - @/holylulusworld

Yours & Mine - (Bucky x Reader, Steve x Reader) - @holylulusworld

MINE - (Steve x Reader) - @labella420

As He Sees Fit - (Bucky x Reader) - @navybrat817

Sacrifice Yourself and Let Me Have What's Left - @/mrsmischief209

Kinktober 2023, Day 2 - (Steve x Reader) - @georgiapeach30513

Feelin' Gourd - (Bucky x Reader) - @jobean12-blog

Congratulations! You Just Won The Shock of Your Life At 2 AM! - (Clint x Reader) - @ghostofskywalker

Kinktober Week 1: Thigh Riding - (Lee x Reader) - @lunarbuck

Kinktober, Day 3 - (Paul D x Reader) - @/georgiapeach30513

Day 1: Mile High Club - (Bucky x Reader) - @writing-for-marvel

Slow Hand - (Billy R x Reader) - @/mrsmischief209

Against the ghost - @/nekoannie-chan

Daddy Dearest - (Steve x Reader) - @cherienymphe

Daddy - (Steve x Reader) - @donutloverxo

ever since - (Bucky x Deaf!Reader) - @/syntheticavenger

Hypothetically speaking - (Bucky x Reader) - @littleseasiren

Rooted in Love - (Bucky x Reader) - @/jobean12-blog

Branded - (Curtis x Reader) - @stargazingfangirl18

Kinktober Week 1: Table/ Threesome/Sensory Dep - (Stucky x Reader) - @/lunarbuck

Kinktober 2023, Day 4 - (Cole T x Reader) - @/georgiapeach30513

Kinktober Day 4: Overstimulation - (Bucky x Reader) - @/writing-for-marvel

Tuesday Thots - Sunbeam - (Bucky x Reader) - @/navybrat817

Day 7: Striptease - (Bucky x Reader) - @/writing-for-marvel

Curtis and Honey - Autumn This On That - @sweater-daddiesdumbdork

Six Steamy Sentence Challenge - @sagechanoafterdark

Under the Hood - (Steve x Reader) - @/andydrysdalerogers

Don't Make It Harder - (Andy x Reader) - @/slyyywriting

Brock x Reader x Billy Oneshot - @/fluffyprettykitty

Kinktober Week 1: Phone Sex - (Sam x Reader) - @/lunarbuck

Staff unveiled - @/nekoannie-chan

day 3 - choking & spitting - (Lloyd x Reader) - @vellicore

Miss Your Kiss - (Thor x Reader) - @targaryenvampireslayer

THE DEVIL - (Andy x Reader) - @flordeamatista

What is this? - (Brock x Reader) - @/nekoannie-chan

babydoll - (Lee x Reader) - @nickfowlerrr

Everything I want… - (Bucky x Reader) - @thornsnvultures

One Night With You ~ Pt 1 - (Bucky x Reader) - @jtargaryen18

day 1 - cockwarming - (Bucky x Reader) - @/vellicore

Needy - (Bucky x Reader) - @targaryenvampireslayer

Day 10: Exhibitionism - (Bucky x Reader) - @/writing-for-marvel

Only You - (Steve x Reader) -@/flordeamatista

#saiyanprincessswanie #recommended reading #missy reads #missy reblogs #bucky barnes x reader #steve rogers x reader #brock rumlow x reader #lloyd hansen x reader #andy barber x reader #winter soldier x reader #clint barton x reader #lee bodecker x reader #billy russo x reader #curtis everett x reader #Paul diskant x Reader #cole turner x reader #sam wilson x reader

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