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Bitch, I choose violence.

@a-bang-for-your-bucky / a-bang-for-your-bucky.tumblr.com

*CONTAINS NSFW CONTENT* Β‘18+ONLY! Minors please leave. Kat. 28. Hello new hyperfixation. multi fandom blog.
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I'm Kat! This is a hot mess of a blog. I'm in a bunch of different fandoms, and I tend to hyper-fixate at least once a week. ✌🏻

🀍= FLUFF πŸ–€=ANGST ❀‍πŸ”₯=SMUT

Playin' With Fire (Santiago Garcia x OFC) πŸ€πŸ–€β€β€πŸ”₯

The Best Of Us (Santiago Garcia x Reader) πŸ€πŸ–€β€β€πŸ”₯

The Devil Between Us (Matt Murdock x Reader) πŸ€πŸ–€β€β€πŸ”₯

Adrenaline Rush (Rockstar!Eddie Munson x reader) πŸ€β€β€πŸ”₯

Tommy's Girl (Tommy Shelby x Reader) πŸ€πŸ–€β€β€πŸ”₯

One More Night (Tommy Shelby x Reader) πŸ€πŸ–€β€β€πŸ”₯

Drunken Confessions (Santiago Garcia x Reader) πŸ€πŸ–€

The Dentist (Bucky Barnes x Reader) 🀍

Marry Me (Bucky Barnes x Reader) πŸ–€

KΓ³ngurinn Minn (Bjorn Ironside x Reader) πŸ–€β€β€πŸ”₯

Happy Birthday, Bear (Bjorn Ironside x Reader) πŸ€β€β€πŸ”₯

Lay Here With Me (Dave York x Reader) πŸ–€

Heartbeat (Poe Dameron x Reader) 🀍🀍

Just Like Old Times (Eddie Brock/Venom x Reader) 🀍🀍

Se ZaldrΔ«zes Dārilaros (Daemon Targaryen x reader) ❀️‍πŸ”₯

"You said you wanted more?!" (Tommy Shelby x Reader) πŸ–€πŸ€

Fades To Black (Billy Russo x Reader) πŸ–€πŸ–€

Oops (Bucky Barnes Ft. Steve Rogers x Reader) ❀‍πŸ”₯

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Anonymous asked:

I'm graduating Friday with my teaching degree!!! Could you do a Buckyxreader where they celebrate and it gets πŸ”₯πŸ”₯?

Hi nonny! I am so sorry, I have no idea how late this is, but congratulations! I have been MIA from Tumblr since I started school in January, along with other life things.

I would love to write this, but I'm currently taking a hiatus from fanfic for a bit!

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Aemond and copper? πŸ–€

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Wicked Game

Your wish is my command ✨ and even though I'm posting today, I technically finished last night so HAPPY BIRTHDAY, BUG πŸ›πŸ§

Pairing: Aemond Targaryen x reader

Rating: E

Warnings: blood, primal cnc, smut (seriously, don't read this if you aren't into all that)

My feet dug into the wet earth, pushing me forward, my breath forced from my lungs in harsh gasps. The smell of petrichor was thick, cloying. I had lost my shoes somewhere along the way, the silk slippers useless, only slowing me down. Rain fell, pelting against my face, and I knew I was lost. Everything looked the same this deep in the woods outside the Red Keep; it was impossible to make sense of the dense trees, their deep, gnarled roots rising from the ground as if reaching for me.

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So I had a conversation with @acourtofsnakes this morning about clones. We love clones and we somehow got into the subject of tickling them and it spawned this hot mess.

How the Clones react if you tickled them:

Hunter: He’d tolerate you jabbing at him first, trying to subtly escape the wiggle of your fingers in his side as he tries to ignore you. But when you catch that spot in his side, just below a rib and under his pectoral he reacts. Grabbed your wrist he’d spin you round, pulling you flush against his chest with a hand around your throat so you couldn’t move. He’d whisper in your ear, making you smile as he ghosts quiet threats over your skin. He doesn’t realise that you do it just to be in this position every time.

Tech: He would protest, asking you to stop or even slap your hand away with a sigh and tut. This clone does not like to be touched but when you catch him unawares one time, he lets out a shout of shock, dropping his tools. Tech is more imposing than he looks, especially when he’s bearing down on you and walking you against a wall. What he doesn’t expect is the soft peck you plant on his lips and melts against you, realising that you’re the only person he can tolerate touching him at all.

Wrecker: Is all about fun. His laughter can be heard from inside the ship while you chase each other outside. He’s the most ticklish and he can’t hide it. Obviously his size and strength goes against you but he’s so gentle when he finally catches up with you, even in the throes of his laughter he still wouldn’t hurt you. Sometimes if he sees you coming with that look in your eye he’ll just plant his hand on your head, stopping you from reaching him not matter how hard you try.

Echo: You would look at Echo, wiggling your fingers and he’d just laugh. Spreading his arms he’d tell you he didn’t think there’d be much of him left to tickle. That he could feel anyway. But still you’d find that spot on his neck, gently tickling until he grins at you and you’d gift him a firm kiss on the cheek.

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Crosshair: When this clone sees you coming he fixes you with a pointed glare, a small shake of his head and you know you’re in trouble for even considering it. Most of the time he’d let you go, but every once in a while he’d get up and chase you. He would easily overpower you, making you shriek and give you a heavy dose of your own medicine.

Rex: This clone is too stoic, or so you think. It would take ages of you searching and poking for him to even cock an eyebrow at your antics. You’d almost get bored but then he’d flinch subconsciously and you knew you’d have him. Rex would pin your hand behind your back, pulling you against him so he could hide his smile in your neck. Of course then you always knew his weakness and he’d avoid you and those wiggling fingers at all cost.

Fives: This clone loves you touching him. He’d ask for it, whether it be a tickle that makes him belly laugh or a tickle across his scalp that would make him sigh and lean into your touch. He could never get enough, always seeking you out no matter what he mood is in.

I’ve had a request for Wolffe: This clone puts up with your bullshit. He gives you the classic eye roll, barely cracking a smile as you giggle to yourself. Every now and again though he’d let you know when he’s had enough, holding your wrist down and pining you to whatever surface he can find. A wall, a table, a bed πŸ‘€ he’d press you against it, enjoying the way your breath hitches as he sweeps a thumb over your throat. β€œWant to try that properly again, sweetheart?” Yes, you’d whisper. Yes you would.

Not my gifs, credit to all the creators

Yes, just yes.

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I’m leaving this little request in your mailbox with absolutely zero pressure.

Eddie Munson (because I’m nothing if not predictable…)

[REUNITE] and/or [MASK]

You know I’ll soak up everything you write like a sponge, even if it’s for a fandom I’m not part of, so I can’t wait to see what you write whether you write my ask or not! Have fun!! πŸ’•

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Oh Jax as if I wasn't going to write whatever you asked me to lol somehow it ended up being 4k words of emotional pain and smut.

Lonely is the Word

Pairing: Eddie Munson x femreader

Words: 4k

Rating: E

Warnings: some angst, smut

I saw some graffiti once that said "love is like broken glass." And if that's true, Eddie Munson was the boot that had shattered me, ground me into nothing more than particles.

I couldn't even blame him, not really, not after what he had been through.

So I waited. Time passed and his physical wounds had healed, but Eddie stayed behind, the walls he built growing higher and higher, covering over with brambles and thorns and vines to keep me out, to keep everyone out. As much as I wanted to, I was never able to fit in the spaces he had hallowed out of himself, cutting myself on the jagged edges whenever I tried. So, bloody and bruised, I left.

Not just him, but Hawkins altogether.

As summer faded away, I loaded my things in the trunk of my shitty, hand me down station wagon, and picked up Robin the next morning, driving the two of us to New York where Robin was starting a theater program at NYU. I hadn't even said goodbye to Eddie. I doubt he would have even seen me if I tried.

And now it was January, cold and bleak midwinter. The elevator doors closed and regret clogged up my throat as I saw my reflection in the gleaming metal. The dress Robin had managed to snag for me from the costume department could only be described as decadent - black velvet that clung to my waist and breasts, the neckline a deep v that settled just above my belly button. It fell to the floor in a tumble of fabric, a long slit up the side, the sleeves ending at my wrists. Atop my cheek bones sat a Venetian mask, black and gold and secured by a black ribbon.

I felt beautiful. I felt ridiculous.

This was so beautifully painful. There is something so intimate about writing in the first POV.

This killed me.

Then the smut. Oh my god, the smut. It was so hot, and needy. And the way he just 😫😫😫

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Sometimes I'm like, okay, Eddie is probably not coming back, and he died, and I'm like. Okay. That's fine. There's fanfic that can say otherwise and I'm totally fine.

But then there's Wayne Munson. Who always believed in his boy. That knew he was innocent. That he couldn't kill someone, anyone, and that Eddie was a good boy. That it wasn't in his nature. The pain on his face when Dustin told him and the way he HELD EDDIE'S GUITAR PICK TO HIS LIPS.....

The fact that, if Eddie is gone, he never got to bury his boy. Probably not allowed to mourn him openly. Have people talk about Eddie as if he was a serial killer, murderer, satan worshiper, and not the good man he was and in his heart. He didn't get to say goodbye. Didn't get see him one last time aside from that Friday, probably, when he went to school.

And Eddie never even knew Wayne would never believe in what they're saying. That he stood up for him. In that scene, where they ask him what happened, the way Eddie's voice broke when he said, "You won't believe me" like this man was in there, convinced no one would, and what breaks my heart more, he believed Wayne wouldn't believe him. He didn't get to hug Eddie and tell him he knew this wasn't him. That his boy would never do this.

And that........is when I am most definitely not okay.

And now neither are you, welcome, 'kay, byeeee.

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Runs away and hides 🫣

@mylifeisactuallyamess you are making it really hard for me to not write a fic for this. I want him to live so bad, but I also want to be able to mourn him

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