Unknownmystery22 - Just An Inchident

Night Hours

Mob!Bucky x Reader

Run-through: Bucky wakes you up in the middle of the night because he can’t sleep, and he knows you can help with that. 

Themes: fluff, smut

a/n: just a little something before i get started on my assignments ily. 

You sensed movement behind you. Followed by a strong, muscular arm circling around your waist and pulling you into a warm, taut chest. 

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good morning to YOU from my side <3 ywwwww😓

Thank you for tagging @rarelikesel

Nicknames: Anna, Rora

Zodiac: Aries

Height: 5′3

Last thing I googled: Harry styles golden music video😜

Song stuck in my head: Right now ( Directioner forever)

Number of followers: not much, joined tumblr only 5 months ago

Amount of sleep: 7 hours (exception on Friday as I live in Dubai)

Lucky number: 2

Favorite song: It keeps changing.... but right now lonely

Favorite instrument: Piano

Dream job: Doctor

Aesthetic: something intimidating

Favorite animal noise: When cats purrrr

Random: I don’t have much friends. My room is filled with pics of One direction, Avengers, Chris Evans and Sebastian Stan (a 1 or 2 pics of Justin Bieber as well which I stuck back in 2011).

tagging: @sinner-as-saint @navybrat817 @cloudystevie @rainbowkisses31 @ballyhoobarnes (sorry if you already did this)

15 Questions, 15 People

Thank you for the tag @jtargaryen18 @grimeysociety @sweeterthanthis

Nicknames: Superhoe; Shameless Hoe Queen; Mother of Shameless Hoes, sis, SIRIIII when I really ruin ya 😘

Zodiac: Leo 🦁

Height: 5 ft 1.25 inches (you can pry that quarter inch from my cold dead hands)

Last thing I googled: Fix macbook air keyboard button repeat (my fucking ‘e’ key has gone wonky and it’s making me stabby 😠)

Song stuck in my head: That lovely, haunting tune from the soundtrack of The Haunting of Bly Manor 😢If you watched it, you know the one…

Number of followers: 2,492 and I appreciate every one of you! ❤️

Amount of sleep: I’d love 8-10 hours a night, but I average more like 6-7, if I’m lucky lol

Lucky number: 8

Favorite song: I don’t have just one favorite song, it depends on my mood!

Favorite instrument: To badly play: keyboard/piano. To listen to: do wind-chimes count?? I’m also easily impressed by guitar riffs.

Dream job: Writer/published author

Aesthetic: Moonlit fall night with allll the autumn, spooky, magical vibes ✨

Favorite author: Robert McCammon, J.R.R. Tolkien, Stephen King, Robert Frost, Edgar Allen Poe, Jane Austen, William Shakespeare, I could go onnnn.

Favorite animal noise: Kitty chirps

Random: I really wanna write but my brain is so sleepy today 🙁

Tagging: @babiiface95 @angrythingstarlight @starlightcrystalline @emilykjh @donutloverxo @scorpi14 @sweater-daddiesdumbdork @undutchable11 @thegetawaywriter @the-wayward-robot @just-one-ordinary-fangirl @hevans-angel @ballyhoobarnes @heli0s-writes @imanuglywombat

in love !!!

4k celebration

congrats on 4k love - your writing is absolutely worth all of the hype and even more!!! i adore your work and so look forward to even more people discovering it.

i was hoping to request a lewis fic?? i’m such a slut for a good enemies to lovers situation, so maybe along the lines of reader is a fair bit younger than lewis, but there’s been all of this tension btwn them and it all boils over one night (smuttyyyyy) 🥴

we made up.

LH x fem!rival reader - 4k celebration

in which you can never just bite your tongue

eeeeek i love this request! thank u sm anon for ur sweet words, ur so lovely i hope i’ve done this justice for you! writing for lewis terrified me so this might not be my best work but we move! more lewis requests to come, let me know what you think <3

songs to set the mood: stargirl interlude by the weekend & lana del rey

warnings: 18+!! minors go away!! smut, swearing, degradation, praise, dom!lewis, some switch!reader, implied age gap, slightly inexperienced reader, enemies to lovers, blink n you’ll miss it size kink

2.6k words

you hide admiration with a scowl, curling into yourself, as far away as you can get from him. the couch seems to get smaller and smaller with every overly intelligent, carefully thought out word he says. each sentence seems to be coated in a thick layer of i don’t give a fuck. you don’t know how he’s so good a toeing the line.

after six years in f1, you still couldn’t work out why you didn’t like lewis hamilton.

maybe it was his cool confidence, the way he never lacked composure, while you were called an unhinged, delusional woman by every incel on twitter for so much as breathing. maybe it was his sky high stack of trophies, championships, podiums, wins. you weren’t even halfway close to touching his records. maybe it was the way he was diabolically, inhumanly gorgeous, a truly breathtaking creature. you paled in every single way compared to lewis, so how could you even begin to like him?

it was silly, really, pathetic even, feeling such childish disdain just because he was better than you. he was older, more refined, iconic in every single way that you weren’t. perhaps you’d get there one day, but you simply weren’t there yet.

you’re sat beside him in the press conference, sharing the couch with him, alex, lando, charles and max. it wasn’t the worst combination in the world, but anytime you had to sit in front of a gaggle of hawk-eyed journos and a million cameras with lewis, something unfortunate usually happened. never by design, but you just weren’t very good at saving face in front of the mercedes driver.

“do you think the podium is a possibility this weekend?” someone from autosport whose name you can’t remember asks.

“i’m hoping so, just need to keep the mercs behind us again, but i don’t think that will be that hard.” you respond, without even a sliver of a filter. the material of the sofa shifts as lewis tenses up beside you, inhaling sharply at your blatant disrespect. somewhere beside you, lando sniggers, and max is rolling his eyes.

it was no secret that you didn’t have the softest spot in the world for sir lewis.

“that’s assuming your car makes it to the end of the race.” lewis clears his throat, speaking with confident conviction. you turn you head to glare at him, painfully unable to take what you give. alex slaps his hand over his mouth.

“at least my car isn’t so bad that i’d rather go and learn the alphabet down at ferrari.” you scoff. you avoid the eyes of your comms officer, because if looks could kill, you’d be six feet under already.

“i think we’ll leave it there.” tom clarkson suggests, and you stand from the panel and storm away on trembling legs with a terrible ache throbbing between them.

there’s something about the pettiness, the reasonless back and fourth you two always seem to partake in that leaves you in need of a cold shower.

-

turns out, you have to apologise.

you spend the better part of an hour being bollocked by your press team, who, for some reason, don’t find it particularly amusing that you’d somehow managed to insult the lewis hamilton, ferrari, and mercedes in the span of two sentences.

so, there you were, begrudgingly trailing towards lewis’s hotel room. it’s on the top floor, because of course it is, it’s him. he oozes expensive exclusively, naturally above the rest. you twist your rings nervously, increasingly terrified of being in a confined space alone with the gorgeous brit. your knuckles rap gently against the wood of his door, intentionally weakly. you pray he won’t hear you and that you can just disappear back into the elevator and into your room, to pathetically let you hands wander between your clenched thighs.

but god laughs, and the door swings open. lewis seems startled by your presence, just for a moment though, leaning cooly against the doorframe. his lips pull into a faint smile. two things alarm you. first of all, he’s shirtless, bare from the waist up, a plethora of delicious tattoos on display for you to feast your eyes on. secondly, and somehow even worse, he’s panting, clearly just back from a work out in the gym. he glistens with sweat, and your mind goes blank, apologetic words die on your tongue.

“something to say, angel, or are you just here to stare?” lewis teases, the words rolling off his tongue smoothly. you pray for the ground to gape open, swallow you hole, suck you into hot lava.

“well, i was gonna apologise but i don’t think you deserve it.” you sneer, crossing your arms over your chest accusingly.

“didn’t think you knew how to apologise.” lewis grins sarcastically, mocking you.

“has anyone told you how arrogant you are?” you bite back, eyes narrowing.

“why don’t you come in here and i’ll show you just how arrogant i can be?” his voice has dropped a few octaves, seductive and low.

the proposition, the suggestion behind his words makes you fold immediately. you’d wondered for far too long about what he was like behind closed doors and under thick bedsheets, and if you had the chance at finding out, you’d be imbecilic not to take it.

you shove his muscled chest, pushing him back into his room. his hands find your waist, pulling harshly at the material of your loose t-shirt. he’s watching you intently, mesmerised by the angry flush on your cheeks tinging you pink. your eyes convey hunger, matching his, and you’re forcing him down to sit at the foot of his bed.

“why are you such an asshole?” you hiss, slotting your knees on either side of his so that you’re straddling him.

“probably the same reason you’re such a little bitch.” lewis growls, tugging you forward harshly on his lap. you feel his work out shorts ride up on his thighs, the material sensitive on your skin.

your pupils blow wide at his words, and you’re kissing him hard, teeth and tongues clashing messily. his lips are so soft, pillowy as they brush aggressively with your own and you lick wetly into his awaiting mouth. he’s addictive, minty, and you fall against his bare chest as he leans back into the mattress.

“i think you need to be taught some manners.” lewis grunts, flipping your bodies over like you’re nothing, and slotting against your body like a missing piece.

“i think the same could be said about you.” you breathe, sliding your hand under the waistband of his shorts. he chuckles quietly, the rumble reverberating through your own chest, cracking you open.

“try your best.” he whispers. your eyes roll back.

truth is, you’re not the most experienced person in the world. yes, you’re in your mid twenties, but a long term relationship with the worlds biggest loser and dedicating your life to a career in a boys club meant that you didn’t have the time to develop broadest set of skills. you didn’t have the luxury of letting loose in a nightclub with a stranger because if that information got into the wrong hands, you’d be slut-shamed off the face of the earth. so now, you found yourself a little bit lost under a literal sex god.

as if he can hear your thoughts, lewis pulls back.

“what’s the matter? do you want me to stop?” he’s softer than he ever has been with you, melting away in your hands, but you draw him back in, tightening your grip on the band of his shorts.

“no, no, i just…” the words die on your tongue. something in your eyes gives him all the information that he needs.

“do what feels right, good.” his nose brushes your jaw, kissing over it and you settle back into the moment.

“teach me a lesson.” you whisper, empowered in his hands, and he springs back into action, his demeanour slipping right back into what it had been.

“is that why you’re so bad in interviews? just want me to fuck some respect into you?” his lips tug amusedly when you nod rapidly up at him.

an experimental roll of his hips makes you keen, hand slipping into his braids and pulling hard. his eyes fall shut, lips parting to let out a soft groan, his eyebrows pinching from the rough pleasure. your fingers graze over the skin of his toned belly, finding sensitive skin that makes him shiver.

“you distracted, lew?” you taunt, with the only intention of riling him up.

his eyes snap open, hard and lacking any sort of warmth, and he tears your hands from where they rest on his firm body, swiftly pinning them above your head with one hand. he plants himself on one knee, balancing himself so that he can fiddle with the button of your shorts. he makes quick work of removing them, forcing the zipper down and skilfully manoeuvring them with just the one hand.

once they’re gone, along with the lace of your underwear, he forces your thighs apart, and slides his fingers along the seam of your cunt, slicking them up. you’re soaked and he momentarily falters, but he doesn’t let himself get too visibly affected.

“fuck, you’re so wet. been thinking about me, angel?” he teases mercilessly, as he rocks the first thick digit into you, twisting and curling until he finds the spot that makes you buck your hips.

“nothing to say now, hm?” lewis tuts, wetting his lips. the feeling of you squeezing so tight around just one of his fingers makes him choke out a moan. you can feel his hot breath fanning over your face, your eyes squeezing shut at the feeling of him filling you up.

“more.” you breathe, stuttering over just one word. he revels in how he’s managed to reduce you to this so quickly.

“you sure you can take it, angel? so fucking tight.”

“make me.” you plead, parting your strained thighs even wider for him.

he lets go of your hands, snaking down your body to get himself closer to where you’re dripping already.

“keep them there.” lewis orders, and you grip tightly onto the pillows to exercise restraint.

lewis presses his forearm over the plush of your belly, holding you down as he adds a second finger, watching in awe as it slips so effortlessly into your pussy. you’re mewling, fighting to buck your hips but the firm press of his muscled arm keeps you in place.

“so pretty for me, angel, soaking my fingers.” he notes, entranced at how responsive you are for him.

“want you inside of me, lew.” you whine, knuckles paper white where you’re fighting off the urge to reach down and touch him.

“wait.” he snarls, ramming his fingers even harder, grinding against the soft spot buried deep. “you’re gonna cum like this first.”

with that, he removes the barricade of his arm, bringing his spare hand to your clit, the pad of his thumb drawing calloused circles into the bud. you lose it, grinding down on his fingers like a woman possessed.

“that’s it, sweetie, fuck yourself for me.” lewis encourages, voice gravelly and low.

sparks shoot down your spine, nothing but white behind your eyelids as he lights you on fire. you can’t warn him, the words lost to the tense air of the room as you barrel towards your first release. he eases you through it, not letting up even a little bit, but it pays off when you can’t help but writhe against the cream of the bedspread.

“god.” you croak, flopping limp as he pulls out, crawling over you.

“learned your lesson?”

“not quite.” you flash an exhausted grin, abandoning your grasp on the pillows to slide them down his thick frame.

you trace the lion adorning his shoulder, the compass, each piece driving you further into utter delirium. your hands graze his waist, snaking around his abdomen until you reach the cross, tracing it until you reach words that keep him going.

still i rise the cursive reads, and he shivers as you rake your nails over it.

“fuck me.” you purr. your hands slide under his shorts once more, gripping at the curve of his ass. you push the material down over his thighs, and he happily kicks them away, his inked hands roughly spreading you even wider.

“desperate little thing, bet you go home after every race and fuck yourself silly wishing it was me, hm?” he adjusts himself between your legs, his thick cock nudging against you entrance, drenching himself in the mess he’d made.

you gasp out a moan as he slides deep, taking his sweet time. you can’t even comprehend his words, totally consumed by the brutally enticing stretch of him, your thighs shaking at the delectable intrusion. he hisses at the sensation of your tight warmth, his head falling to rest in the crook of your neck. lewis licks over the sensitive skin, trailing open mouthed kisses down to your collarbone. you feel the sharp graze of his teeth, gentle nips making you shudder on his cock.

“don’t leave a mark.” you choke, and lewis seems to get it, so he skims his teeth lower, sucking purple just over your heart.

you clamp down around him, allured by the tweak of pain, and it seems to spark something in him, his hips rolling into yours experimentally.

“you feel so fucking good.” lewis pants, his breath warm and wet on your neck.

“need you to move.” you plead, turning your head to capture his lips in an urgent kiss.

he pulls out, slamming back into you roughly, your tummy twisting with anticipation. lewis finds a rhythm that suits you both, hips hitting yours with every thrust, each one leaving you full and spent.

“gonna make sure you feel me for days.” he promises, yanking your legs over his hips. as he does, he hits deeper and you yelp, stars in your eyes. “when you sit in the car tomorrow, you’re gonna feel me and remember how to be a good fucking girl, not an attention seeking brat.”

you ramble his name, eyes flooding with tears of overstimulation, dumbfounded at how he seems to hit a new spot with every slide of his cock. he’s digging his fingers into the meat of your thighs, pulling your hips impossibly closer to his as he drives into you, as if he wants to become a part of you, moulded for an eternity. with the way your stomach knots, butterflies and adrenaline coursing through you, you’d comply; you’d let him do whatever he wanted to him anytime he wanted.

“‘m so close.” you whine, pulling on every part of him your hands can reach. a refreshed sense of determination builds in his eyes and he presses hard on your navel.

“so deep, can see it.” lewis slurs, eyes fixed on your belly.

those five words make you unravel, sending you hurtling over the edge. he can’t help but fuck you through it, hammering home while you spasm around him so tight that he struggles to move.

“fucking addicted to this pussy.” lewis groans, burying himself as deep as he can go.

you’re utterly enchanted as you watch him reach his release, gnawing at your bottom lip when his part in a moan, allowing gentle puffs of air to escape. his long eyelashes rest delicately over his cheeks as his eyes fall shut, your name spilling out of his mouth like a needy prayer.

you’re warm from the inside out, flushed and full when he settles, pressing his body weight into you completely.

-

two weeks later, you’re in japan, bored senseless in yet another press conference. lewis sits further down the couch, and you have to cross your legs every time he speaks. no one seems to notice, except him, of course.

when it’s your turn to speak, and you’re asked all about your little spat with sir lewis back in australia, you shrug, smirking.

“we made up.”

-

oof

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Tony Stark + nicknames

Stuck With You

Summary: you have a new song and need a music video to go with it. You enlist your husband’s help. Corona Chronicles w/ Chris Evans!

Pairing: Chris Evans x Famous!Reader

A/N: Obviously inspired by the song.

Chris held your phone in his hands filming you and he’s got a baby strapped to his chest. The two of you are walking the trails by your shared Massachusetts home. He had suggested it since your newborn baby girl can’t seem to sleep unless she’s moving and you need to send off footage for your song collab that you’re doing with Justin Bieber. Dodger chose to stay home with Scott.

You’re singing the song as you walk backwards. Both of you have an AirPod in with your song playing. Your husband wasn’t happy about the song especially since you were in labor while recording your vocals. He was freaking out and wanting to get you to the hospital ASAP.

“So lock the door/ And throw out the key/ Can't fight this no more,” you sang to your smiling husband. “It's just you and me/ And there's nothing I, nothing I, I can do/ I'm stuck with you, stuck with you, stuck with you.”

You point your finger at the camera and stopped. You come closer.

“So go ahead and drive me insane/ Baby, run your mouth,” you sang.

You grabbed your phone and flipped it so Chris is in the shot as well.

“I still wouldn't change being stuck with you,” he sang coming closer to you and putting his arm around you.

“Stuck with you, stuck with you,” you sang with your husband. “I'm stuck with you, stuck with you, stuck with you, baby.”

You faced him and he presses a chaste kiss to your lips. The music continues playing in one ear for the both of you. You part from him and he grins pressing a kiss to his daughter’s head. You stop the video.

“I think that was good,” you said and play the video back.

“Well, I’m pretty sure it’s due to my amazing camera work,” Chris said.

You loop your arm with Chris’s and start walking.

“You definitely got the steady hands,” you said.

“It’s exactly why we have Charlie,” he said.

You smacked him upside the head and he gasped.

“Sorry, my hand slipped,” you said.

“Little shit. I’d tackle you right now if my baby girl wasn’t in this wrap,” Chris said placing a hand on her tiny head.

You chuckled and rested your head against his bicep looking at your sleeping little girl.

“You know, the world will finally figure out about us,” you said.

“It’s about time! I’m done reading articles about who you might be quarantining with,” Chris said. “I still can’t believe that nobody figured out that you were pregnant.”

“It’s only because I wore your hoodies and sweaters,” you said. “I barely left the house too, babes. This’ll be bigger than Kylie Jenner’s pregnancy.”

“Well, baby, we’ve been hiding a marriage as well as hiding a pregnancy and a baby,” he said holding your hand. “And your fans hate me after I tweeted about one of your songs.”

“If I remember correctly, you tweeted something along the lines of “god, another song. I wonder who it’s written about this time,”” you said.

“And let’s not forget the eye roll emoji was involved too, hun,” Chris added.

You grinned looking up at him and said, “it was the greatest thing I had ever seen. It was pure chaos.”

“Remember when TMZ reported it?” He asked.

You nodded.

“God, they painted me as an asshole,” he laughed. “Some people were trying to petition to have me removed as Captain America. It was in headlines everywhere.”

“That was hilarious especially since nobody knew that the song was about you,” you said.

“And I get another under my belt,” Chris smiled putting his arm around you.

“You pretty much have a whole album, baby,” you said.

“You should name your next one “Chris”,” he said.

You shook your head no and he pouted.

“Your ego will grow and I don’t know if I’ll be able to handle it,” you said.

“But, darling,” your husband whined pulling you closer as the two of you cross over a small wooden bridge.

“We’ll see. But I wanna film a bit more,” you said.

“Fine. —We should pull Scott and Dodger in,” Chris suggested.

Hi I'd like to request some Sebastian Stan fluff headcanons after the reader had a bad day and Seb tries to make them feel better 🥺

✰ 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 / 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐠𝐮𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬 / 𝐣𝐨𝐢𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭! / 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐝𝐮𝐥𝐞 ✰ 𝐬𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐬 :(

• sebastian wakes up to the bathroom door slamming and knows it’s you getting home from work

• but it was a daily routine for the other person to greet the other when getting home from work and today was different.

• he called you on your break and only gave one word answers

• normally you’d take those 20 minutes to talk with your boyfriend but today wasn’t the day

• sebastian didnt know that though

• “babe? y/n? hey what’s wrong?” sebastian asks concerned as you sit on the edge of the bathtub crying

• you tell him to go away but he doesn’t budge

• he sits next to you wiping your tears away

• but you still continue crying

• “i-i’m sorry”

• sebastian frowns, “why are you apologizing? you didn’t do anything.”

• you scoff, “yeah tell that to my boss. i had such a bad day, i messed up on a file and he yelled at me in front of everyone. and to top it off i spilled coffee all over me and he didn’t let me go to my car to grab a new shirt.”

• sebastian always hated your boss and how he treated you

• he’s offered many times for you to quit and he’ll take care of you

• you refused everytime though, telling him you aren’t with him for the money

• seb knows that

• he just wants to take care of his girl

• and thats exactly what he was going to do

• he starts off with running a bath for you

• which ends in him joining you

• you sit in between his legs as he kisses your neck and shoulders

• and more kisses...in other places hehe

• he dresses you in just his hoodie and panties

• “pizza or pizza?” he asks knowing it’s the only thing you love to eat

• after dinner he makes you a n ice cream sundae

• you both finish three tubs of ice cream 

• “can we watch your movie?” you ask him as you cuddle with him in bed

• he immediately knows which movie you are talking about

• “babe, it’s apart of the cap-.”

• you cut him off, “nope. it should have just been the winter soldier, it’s all about you!”

• sebastian chuckles deciding not to get in the same debate you had about the movie every time you watched it

• thirty minutes into the movie he can tell you’re feeling better

• “i love you.”

• “i love you too.” sebastian says as you drift off to sleep in his arms

• he smiles down at you happy that he made you feel better

• that’s all he ever wanted to do for the rest of his life 

• to take care of his girl 

• a/n: hope y'all enjoyed this as much as i did lol <3

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CHRIS EVANS as ANDY BARBER Defending Jacob, 2020