#bellasburdens

[nickfowlerrr]

maybe artem and rearders past v day he looks like a hopeless romantic

hopeless

keeping secrets series masterlist

pairing: artem ivanov (nick fowler?) x keeping secrets!reader (that was so weird to type lmao)

warnings: 18+ only. no explicit smut but things get a little hot hahaha. also uhm kinda sad if you've read the latest chapter knowing what went down. </3 definitely a bit of angst from reader's pov.

words: 1k

notes: agree! he definitely is. when i say he fell hard for reader, i mean hard. though genuinely, i'm so surprised by how many people are loving artem lol i really never would have expected it! i'm assuming his face claim being nick is really helping pull people into him hahaha! anyway, i really enjoyed this idea, thanks so much for sending it in!

thank you in advance for reading and as always, feedback and comments are more than welcome and so appreciated! <3

"Любовь моя," Artem's voice called out as he entered his home. You hurried to close out of your work and get your things put away before he could make his way to where you were in his room.

Just as you spun around to face the door of the bedroom, he was walking in. You smiled, exhaling a breath you'd been holding in your hurry. As you took him in, you saw a bouquet of red roses in his hand, that ever charming smile gracing his face as he walked toward you.

"More flowers," you trilled, taking the bouquet from him and bringing it to your nose, letting the floral scent invade your senses.

"I could fill this entire place with them and it still wouldn't come close to what you deserve," he spoke softly as he watched you admire the petals before you placed them on top of the dresser beside you. You turned to face him again as his arms wrapped around you. Your hands found the lapels of his jacket and you gripped them when he pulled you closer to him, chest to chest as he gazed down at you.

You returned his gaze, breath catching in your throat at the glimmer in his eyes, the affection you found swimming there, a pang of guilt you had never really experienced before shot through you.

"What's wrong?" he asked, concern evident in his voice as he eyed you.

Your eyes widened at his question, shocked you'd let the emotion show on your face for him to notice. Fuck, you were slipping.

"Nothing," you breathed with a shake of your head, letting a smile grace your face as you pressed yourself closer to him. "I just, I didn't get you anything as nice," you lied effortlessly, a small pout forming as you gave him your best puppy eyes.

"Angel," he admonished, "I don't need a damn thing as long as I have you."

He leaned down and his lips met yours in a soft kiss as he squeezed you. You parted for just a second before you leaned back up to him, your hands finding his hair as you pulled him down to you, the kiss intoxicating as you lost yourself in his touch the longer it went on. The both of you growing more and more needy for each other's touch with each moment that passed as you were pressing yourselves against one another.

You finally grabbed his jacket and tried to pull it off of him, pushing at it clumsily while kissing him fervently, causing him to pull back and shrug it off quickly before he crashed his lips into yours again, the both of you walking back toward the bed as your hands were now messing with his belt buckle. You turned him around and shoved him down onto the bed before climbing up to straddle him.

You unbuckled his belt then ran your hands back up along his solid chest, leaning over him before placing delicate kisses along his cheeks, his jaw, down his neck while you unbuttoned his shirt. His hands found your ass and he squeezed you as he mewled at your attention.

He pulled your hips down to be flush against him and you smirked against his skin feeling his bulge, rolling your hips once before sitting up. Your hands were on his stomach as you smiled down at him, his blue eyes darker now, hungry and wanting as his hands framed your waist.

The open door of the room was suddenly knocked on, and though it was gently, you were still startled as someone cleared their throat, both you and Artem shooting your gaze to who was waiting.

You saw a petite woman holding a garment bag as her eyes avoided both of you. You dragged yourself off of Artem, purposely brushing against his bulge that was straining his pants, earning an unbidden growl he tried to hide from him as he sat up on the bed, adjusting his shirt and re-buckling his belt.

"My apologies, Mr. Ivanov," she spoke meekly. "You asked the gown to be-"

"I know what I said, Alina," he cut her off, "you can just leave it there." He gestured to the chaise near the window and you watched as she scurried over to lay the bag down. She was gone in a flash and your eyes returned to Artem as you raised a brow at the unexpected interruption.

"As much as I'd love to stay and finish this," he huffed, walking to grab his jacket and check himself in the mirror, "I have an appointment I can't miss. I just wanted to drop those off for you and tell you I'll see you later. Before you accosted me with your tongue." He smirked before crossed back over to you, taking your face gently in his hands as he leaned down and kissed you softly, "So, I'll see you later. That's part of your gift," he said nodding to the bag.

"Artem-"

"No, no arguing. It's for you, and there will be another delivery soon, too. All you need to do is get ready for dinner later and I'll be back to pick you up at seven."

Your hands held his wrists as he continued holding your face.

"Okay," you replied softly before furrowing your brows ever so slightly, "what appointment are you going to?"

"Something with my father," he shook his head, "I'm just there for looks," he smiled before kissing you again, "nothing important."

You smiled back and let him go, making a mental note to check out this "appointment" and who exactly would be in attendance.

"I'm sorry I can't spend the day with you, but the second I get home, I'm all yours, beautiful," he promised.

"It's okay, I get it. I'll be waiting for you, valentine," you simpered.

He smiled in response, "You'd better be."

He kissed you one last time. "Happy Valentine's Day," he breathed against your lips, his touch so gentle and his words so sincere.

"Happy Valentine's Day," you smiled softly back, trying to ignore the guilt pulling so deeply at you.

[inkedreverie]

for this ask game! 🖤

honest (or honestly/honesty)

She loves Curtis, but not in the way he wants her to, and she doesn't know if she can ever tell him the truth. But she knows she owes it to him to be honest. This is a little snippet from my curtis everett wip.

Send me a word, if it’s in my wip document I’ll answer your ask with the sentence that it appears in.

[minervadashwood]

pwyc bucky doing this while y/n watches with pregnancy hormones making the whole thing seem super hot.

Sometimes I casualy think about that time Sebastian was assembling a cradle in a movie

[writing-for-marvel]

These are all the fics l've read in April. Please go show all these amazing writers some much deserved love! Also please remember to read the warnings for each individual fic

🔥 - smut | 💗 - fluff | 💧 - angst | 😈 - dark

Dividers by @saradika

Bucky Barnes

💧💗 My Little Love (series) by @crazyunsexycool

🔥 Grind With Me by @caplanbuckybarnes

💗 Biker!Bucky x Tattooed!Reader by @fandoms-writings

💗 Sticky Notes by @/fandoms-writings

💗 American Booty by @mindingmyownbusiness

💧💗 Bucky + nap by @targaryenvampireslayer

🔥 Hide and Seek by @/targaryenvampireslayer

💧💗 Simplicity by @illicitfixations

😈 Bucky x Runaway Bride by @angrythingstarlight

💧💗 My Girl by @girl-next-door-writes

💧💗 Bandaged with Love by @jobean12-blog

💧💗 Chasing Love by @/jobean12-blog

💧💗 Save Me From Myself by @babydollhargreeves

💧💗 By Your Side by @preciousbarnes

🔥 Cockwarming by @bucky-barnes-diaries

💧💗 bucky comforts you after you have a panic attack by @lunarbuck

💗 Bad Day by @/lunarbuck

💗 Love Sick Puppy by @samdeancass

😈🔥 SALT by @buckets-and-trees

💗 Be My Muse by @themorningsunshine

🔥 Patience by @bellasburdens

💧💗 Move On by @sunshine-on-my-mind

Steve Rogers

💗 Confessions by @our-marvel-universe

💗 No Place Like Home by @mellowsaturns

🔥 Need You Now by @1-800-jjbarnes

🔥 Just a Taste by @/1-800-jjbarnes

💗 Period Camps by @espinosaurusrexex

🔥💗 Golden Hour by @buckymorelikefuckme

💗 Love On The First Splash by @rogerswifesblog

Sam Wilson

💧💗🔥 The Real America’s Ass by @hannibals-favourite-meal

💧💗 Sleep No More by @/caplanbuckybarnes

💧💗 Sad!? On Your B-Day? by @bigbadripley

Augustus Pugliese

💗 augustus "pug" pugliese x gn!reader (fluff) by @rodrikstark

Ari Levsinson

🔥 Kiss Me Through the Phone by @sidepartskinnyjeans

💧💗🔥😈 After Hours by @flordeamatista

💗🔥 Easy, Baby by @cevansbrat0007

Andy Barber

💗🔥 Sundaze by @sunshinebuckybarnes

🔥 Come on Over by @/sunshinebuckybarnes

💗 Hold My Heart by @/flordeamatista

💗 Down to Business by @navybrat817

Ransom Drysdale

💧 Come On Down by @intrepidacious

Nick Fowler

💧🔥 Kiss It Better by @late-to-the-party-81

Joel Miller

🔥 Joel Miller x reader by @holacia3

🔥💗 Interrupted by @/holacia3

Multiple Characters

😈🔥 Never Ending Nightmare by @/late-to-the-party-81 [Ransom Drysdale + Ari Levinson]

💗 Prelude to a Kiss by @/navybrat817 [Bucky Barnes + Steve Rogers]

[boxofbonesfic]

𝔅𝔬𝔵𝔬𝔣𝔟𝔬𝔫𝔢𝔰 𝔓𝔯𝔢𝔰𝔢𝔫𝔱𝔰: 𝕱𝖗𝖎𝖉𝖆𝖞 𝖙𝖍𝖊 13𝖙𝖍 𝕮𝖍𝖆𝖑𝖑𝖊𝖓𝖌𝖊 𝕸𝖆𝖘𝖙𝖊𝖗𝖑𝖎𝖘𝖙 

A list of all of the wonderful entries for my first annual Friday the 13th Challenge! I will be updating this list annually to catalogue all of the wonderful work my friends and peers have submitted. 

2023 Fics:

Talking to the Moon (Werewolf!Lloyd Hansen x Reader) by @boxofbonesfic. Summary: “Run,” Lloyd gritted the word out to you through teeth like knives as his hands became claws, scoring into the expensive leather steering wheel. “Run so I can catch you.”

Wax and Wane (Werewolf!Andy Barber x Reader) by @boxofbonesfic. Summary: “You were drawn to Andrew Barber like a moth to flame, and now that everything you were is burned away, you cling to him in the ashes.”

Undying Change (Vampire!Bucky x Hunter!Reader) by @geminixevans-stan. Summary: “Reader was on a mission, a mission that caused her to lose to a being that she hated.”

Wherever you will go (Andy Barber x Reader) by @darkficsyouneveraskedfor: Summary: “Your vacation isn’t the escape you thought it was.”

The Night Shift (Thor x Reader) by @darkficsyouneveraskedfor. Summary: “You work the night shift at the local museum and not all history is dead.”

Sleepy Hollow by (Stalker!Ari Levinson x Reader) @onsunnyside. Summary: “Beware the quiet ones.”

Fox Fire (Dark!Thor x Reader) by @syntheticavenger. Summary: “Despite repeated attempts to access a forbidden forest, approval comes with a cost. One that has been centuries in the making.”

No Motive (Serial killer!Stucky x Reader) by @moosereblogsfics. Summary: “Surprise, Sidney!”

Witchview (Steve x Reader) by @buckets-and-trees. Summary: “You wanted out before, but now you were compromised as the bait in your own trap and were becoming desperate for freedom. As he had said famously, the price of freedom was high. Desperation was dangerous. Desperation was fed by hope. Desperation erased the limits of reasonability. You had crossed lines, and you wouldn’t stop now.”

It will come back (Old God!Lee Bodecker x Reader) by @slyyywriting. Summary: “Don't let it in with no intention to keep it. Jesus Christ, don't be kind to it. Honey, don't feed it. It will come back.” -Hozier, It Will Come Back 

The Stalker (Bucky x Reader) by @winter-soldier-101 

Safety Measures (Dark!Vision x Reader) by @springdandelixn. Summary: “The security system you had installed in your apartment was done to keep your stalker away. Little did you know, he's already made his way in.” 

Something’s not right with Mrs. Barber (Andy Barber x Siren!Reader) by @scandinavianfairytale. Summary: “Sometimes ignorance is bliss. Especially with a wife like you.”

K I L L B I L L (Andy Barber x Dark!College Student Reader) by @geniedetails. Summary: “hate to see you happy if I’m not the one drivin’.”

And all was lost (Dark!Steve Rogers x Reader) by @witchywithwhiskey. Summary: “you must make it through the forest without being caught, lest you be forced to give in to whatever dark desires reside in your captor's heart.”

Pretty Thing (Dark!Charles Blackwood x Curvy!Reader) by @bellasburdens. 

Impatient (Lloyd Hansen x Reader) by @flordeamatista. Summary: “There is no breath or glare in the world, but only a faint demonic memory.”

[buckrecs]

𝙡𝙚𝙚 𝙗𝙤𝙙𝙚𝙘𝙠𝙚𝙧

masterlist | s.s characters masterlist

ONESHOT

Sweet On You by @ladyfallonavenger

A childhood friend stirs something in Lee that he didn't think was possible.

Want To Bet On It? by @ladyfallonavenger

“What’s the most you ever lost in a coin toss?”

something sweet by @laineywilsons

your first halloween as the sheriff’s wife doesn’t quite go as planned.

a different kind of angel by @laineywilsons

a chance meeting on a knockemstiff back road changes lee’s life forever. 

babydoll by @bellasburdens

go ahead, baby by @sweetdreamsbuck

You’ve been taking cooking classes to surprise Lee for your anniversary. You try to keep it a secret from him and he finds out that you’ve been lying about where you’ve been going.

Sweetheart by @likeahorribledream

Lee takes you out to celebrate, but he quickly notices that something is bothering you.

Drabble by @sweeterthanthis

A thorn in your side is all he ever was, but using his desire to your advantage wasn’t as selfless as you’d lead him to believe

Pearl Necklace by @mypoisonedvine

your husband has a special present to give you this christmas.

In Through The Window by @disturbedbydesign

You and Lee had always dreamed of starting a family, and when you finally gave birth to your first child, you thought your dream had become a reality. But then something changed—your baby changed—and your dream turned into a nightmare that only you could see.

Meant Something by @mickeyhenrys

“of course it meant something!” 

coping mechanism by @lokiskitten

you’ve been seeing Lee for a while now, keeping your relationship secret for the sake of both of your reputations and mainly in order to avoid drama. One night, after you cooked him a fancy dinner, you notice an unusual sentiment of frustration radiating from his body. After begging him, the man eventually reveals the reason to his sorrow and you decide to show him how much of a handsome man you believe he is.

Goodbye, Earl by @disturbedbydesign

You thought you'd left Knockemstiff behind you, but when your best friend needs saving and has no one else to turn to, you return to town to take care of business. But can you get out of town before Sheriff Bodecker catches up with you? Because he's got some unfinished business of his own.

You can be my daddy tonight by @bucknastysbabe

If you’re seeking heaven then you’ll want to come and get it.

Mix Every (Baking) Failure with Chocolate by @acatwriteshere

Reader is trying her very best to make her first Valentine's Day as a married woman the very best any husband could wish for. How sad that she fails at preparing the main surprise.

dinner and a treat by @nickfowlerrr

girls like you don’t need heaven by @noceurous

the night works for the troubled ones, it was better to make it home before the sunset

SERIES

just between you and me, did the love affair maim you too? by @extremelyblackandwhite

sheriff and his princess by @sweetdreamsbuck

Anything by @littlelioncub43

It’s Day I of your birthday week, and you decide to kick things off with a little celebration dance. Lee, of course, isn’t complaining about it. After all, whatever you want, you get. 

Domestic!Lee by @tumblin-theworldaway

Got Any Candy? by @qyllenhaal

Y/n wants to get out of town and move to the city, but the pay she's making at her job isn't cutting it. She answers a weird ad in the classified ads that doesn't turn out to be what it seemed.

+ Down By The River

[minervadashwood]

so uh...i know what i like and what i don't, i guess. 😅

@green-eyedladywrites @livingdeadblondequeen @littlegodzilla @bringinsexybackk69 @hannibals-favourite-meal @kriatyrr @tuxedo-rabbit @alanaisalive (no pressure tags, of course!)

fic tropes tier list

Thank you for the tag @kayhi808 🥰 that post was getting too long so I'll start a new one

No pressure tags: @stardustmorozov @marvelmusing @becauseicantthinkwritings @zablife @raincoffeeandfandoms @cillmequick @thefact0rygirl @the-little-ewok @villainvindicator @vixenofcourse @kind-wolf @jo-harrington @strangermarvelss @straywords @inkwolvesandcoffee @massivecolorspygiant @celestialspecial @idaoftheburningmind @withmyteeth @drabbles-mc @princessxkenobi @imjess-themess @storiesbyrhi @buttercup32sstuff @bellasburdens and anyone who wants to

[minervadashwood]

Attn: Fic Writers of plus size characters

or fat, or curvy, or chubby, or whatever your choice of descriptor

This is call for self promotion 🙏

Reblog this post with links to your stories with plus size characters.

Tagging a few writers I know of: @bellasburdens @hannibals-favourite-meal @ddaz3d-and-cc0nfused

I'll get started!

Link to my masterlist. Link to Ao3. I write mostly plus size/fat characters, and the few stories that aren't specifically that, the readers are size neutral.

[nickfowlerrr]

max burnett

18+ ONLY

• angst - 🌊 • dark - ♟• fluff - ☁️ • smut - 🖤 •

* - personal favs

each fic will have its own individual warnings. please read them.

main masterlist (other characters)

one shots

and i don’t wanna leave - 🌊🖤

your forever is all that i need - 🌊☁️🖤

[sgt-seabass]

it’s the dream

Hi babyyyy. Congrats on the followers! I have a drabble request. How about Winter Soldier!Bucky being given a pet while in Hydra due to him listening to his orders and he decides to mark her with his knife. Could be his initials or perhaps something in Russian. Arm, leg, chest, anywhere he wants to make it known that she is his 💖

The Deep, The Dark

Pairings: Winter Soldier x Reader

Warnings: knife play, Hydra being trash, allusions to assault, dark!fic (due to overall subject matter), soft!dark Winter Soldier (he's going through a lot), pet play

Word Count: 1.5k

This is a dark fic. 18+ only.

A/N: sorry this took me so long to do. was part of my 1k follower celebration that has long finished haha. thank you for your patience. gif by me aka @steve-kemp

Pain. A novel concept. Not one that the Soldat was afforded while being Hydra’s fist.

But as he made his way back to base, the Soldat couldn’t help but feel the ache that was blooming in his side where a bullet had grazed his skin in a clean slice.

He was becoming self-aware, emotional indifference dissipating.

Recalibration required. Asset malfunctioning.

The Soldat continued to do as he was told.

He didn’t know why; he didn’t know many things.

Whenever he tried to think any different, his brain went fuzzy with a sharp sparking pain, a cinder burning in the back of his mind that distracted him from any natural function.

“Put his brain back in the blender.”

“Compliance will be rewarded.”

“Take it deeper, Asset.”

“Be good, and we’ll give you a gift.”

His Handlers said things he didn’t understand. But weapons didn’t need to understand. They just need to point and shoot. Slash and stab. Sit and take whatever was given to them.

His legs moved of their own volition, muscle memory leading him to the same room he always went to after an assignment.

The Soldat stared at the greyed concrete wall of the debriefing room as if it would grow a face and begin speaking to him. For some reason, he imagined the face to have blonde hair and a warm smile.

Another successful mission.

Another evening of watching the paint peel from the wall, decaying like his mind as his body began to heal the damage done during the mission and his last wipe.

Thoughts were starting to come back. And that meant he was going back in the chair.

The Soldat shivered at the blazing memory, as if the electricity was coursing through him already.

He didn’t want to be put back in the chair.

Want? The Soldat wasn’t meant to want. Weapons don’t get to want things.

“Mission report,” his Handler, the man he knew as Rumlow, commanded.

“Hey Rumlow, want to see the new trick I taught the Asset?”

As his Handler flipped through his case notes, he failed to notice the wildness in the eyes of the man before him as the Soldat spiralled deeper.

He felt as if he was falling into a desolate dark pit, spirits flowing past him, each providing him with a reminiscence or thought he didn’t understand. There were faces he didn’t recognise, landscapes he didn’t remember.

“You ready to follow Captain America into the jaws of death?”

The Asset exhaled, swallowing the bile rising in his throat as he desperately tried to ground himself. It was all too much. Too many memories. Too many people speaking words he didn’t understand.

“Target eliminated near Odessa. Nil civilian casualties. One possible hostile fled, not mission critical. Minor injury sustained. Asset still in working condition.” The Soldat’s words sounded stunted, practised. Because they were.

But his Handler could hear it. The slight waver to his voice. The pitch a little too high.

His Handler sighed, closing the manila folder before crossing his arms.

“Rollins, get him wiped.”

When the Asset was returned to his cell, it had changed.

Instead of a small cot, there was a proper bed and a set of clothes and towels. It was still cold, dark and damp, but it was improved.

The Soldat walked in hesitantly, unsure why he had been given something different. He didn’t remember it being like this, not that he could remember much. But he knew that Hydra did not give without an ulterior motive.

As he breached the threshold of the room, a soft floral scent entered his senses, a sniffle sounding from the corner of the room.

The Asset’s gaze turned to the girl hiding in the corner, frame curled up in the low light. She was shivering from the cold, the concrete walls and floor icy.

Civilian. Nil threat. Do not terminate.

“A pet for you, Asset. A gift from the Director for your compliance and another successful mission, an incentive to continue doing well.”

The Soldat blinked. He’d done a mission? Everything before the chair was like static on a… well, he didn’t know what made static, but something told him that electronics did.

“Wouldn’t it be cool if we could afford a television, Buck?”

“Keep dreamin’, punk.”

The Asset watched the girls form, studying her as her eyes met his. She looked at him as if he was the grim reaper, metal arm glinting in the light, matted hair shadowing his features as his body was clad in leather and kevlar.

With slow steps he approached her, ignoring her whimpers as he neared her. It was evident to the Asset the girl had not been well taken care of, a prisoner, much like himself. Bruises littered her body, and there were noticeable marks from where blood had been constantly drawn.

“You should be glad you’re worth more than a lab rat, Asset.”

He stopped a few steps away, squatting down to look at her properly.

She was undeniably stunning, and there was something about her that felt homely, comforting. Something the Asset hadn’t felt in a very long time.

The Asset’s head tilted to the side, brows furrowing slightly. Her appearance alone was like sunshine and birdsong, but the little sounds she made him want to touch her even more.

His hands had been used for blood and gore for so long it was almost foreign that there was anything else he could experience.

Cautiously, as if a child unsure, the Asset reached out and ran his flesh fingers over the skin of her arm.

Soft.

As if she was no more than a doll.

“Are you going to kill me?”

Her voice was meek and weak, the picture of pureness. She almost sounded hopeful. The Asset’s expression hardened as consideration flowed through him.

This girl was his pet. And pets need to be looked after, protected. He would never kill his pet.

Without answering her question, the Asset picked her up with ease, ignoring her protesting squeaks as he took her to the bed.

He liked that she didn’t fight him, her will already broken by Hydra.

She felt warm against his chest, and it made something shift in the Soldat’s mind.

It was as if his limbs moved on his own as he placed her down, delicate fingers running over her body as he explored her. Tears were running down her cheeks now as she closed her eyes, but the Asset didn’t pay much attention to it as he just felt her.

It has been so long since he’d been near another living human being, one that he didn’t have to kill. She would stay warm; he would make sure of it. The Asset didn’t like cold things.

His fingers stopped on her left arm, looking at the unmarred skin where in comparison his adorned a large red star.

The red star meant he was owned, a ghost in the machine that was Hydra.

And so, if he owned her, should she not have her own version?

Deft fingers pulled his ka-bar knife from its holster, the Asset’s eyes not leaving the skin of the girl’s arm as he twirled it between his fingers instinctually.

The pet’s sniffles turned into hiccupped sobs as the Asset brought the knife to her arm, her body trembling his hold.

But even with her slight convulsions, the Asset easily gripped her arm with his metal hand, stabilising her as he prepared for his next mission.

A mission he was choosing for himself.

The screaming started as soon as the Asset brought the knife to her skin, using clinical precision to skilfully carve lettering into his pet’s arm, movements not shaking or faltering for a second.

It was over as soon as it started, blood trickling down onto the bed as the Asset pulled away, content with his work.

The girl looked at her arm, gasping as she looked at the way ‘Солдат’ had been marked into her skin. Her body was branded with an ownership that ran deep, an inescapable bond.

But as the Asset looked at her, despite her tears, she didn’t seem afraid of him. There was an understanding in her eyes when she looked at him, cheeks shining with the wetness of initial anguish.

If the Asset didn’t know any better, he would have thought he was happy to have her there. But the Asset knew that happiness came at a price he couldn’t afford.

Happiness required freedom, something he knew he would never have.

But at least he had something of his own now. A pet to bring him comfort.

The Asset wrapped his arms around her, lying down so she could nuzzle her face into his chest. It was a perfect fit, as if it was meant to be.

He knew she would be in pain. He was too. But in that moment, it was serene.

The silence was broken as the Asset spoke unprompted for the first time in years.

“Teper' ty moy shchenochek.”

Now you are my puppy.

The Asset didn’t feel alone anymore.

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[shamrockqueen]

WIP Tag game

Rules : Post the names of all the files in your WIP folder regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them and then post a little snippet of it or tell them something about it! And then tag as many people as you have WIPs.

I was tagged by @peyton-warren, and I gotta say I have far too many working titles, blurbs, and WIP’s to even begin to count. These are all the titles that have notes and their own document separate from the ideas document which is a mile long in its own right.

1. Train delay

2. Philia and Eros

3. Escape from Porno-land

4. Omega retreat

5. Mardi Gras

6. Dreaming of a pink Christmas

7. Bad girls don’t get cake

8. Super soft birthday party

9. Gluttony

10. Fight for your right to survive

11. Over excitement

12. Teachers pet

13. Love thy neighbor

14. Lovers quarrel

15. Hum day

16. Holy is the lamb

17. What of tomorrow

18. Iron in the water

19. Don’t follow me

20. Padded walls

21. In my employ

22. Love you to pieces

23. Cyborg

24. Let’s make a deal

25. Heavy is the head

26. Candy house

27. Up the beanstalk

28. Every breath you take

29. Thieves star

30. He sees you when your sleeping

31. Secrets by the coast

32. Novel-ty

33. Caught you staring

@peyton-warren seemed to have tagged the same number of writers as the amount but of WIP’s she listed. So tag your it!

@pequodprincessa

@evansbby

@angrythingstarlight

@nyx22-blogs

@kittenofdoomage

@adulting-sucks

@rosedpetal

@rubyrosettared

@supersquirrel1996

@teds-mustache-wrangler

@midnightswithdearkatytspb

@mishkatelwarriorgoddess

@toozmanykids

@jamneuromain

@imyourbratzdoll

@buckybarnesandmarvel

@uselsshuman

@mypoisonedvine

@nana1000night

@navybrat817

@sarahrogersevans

@lexivass

@hannibals-favourite-meal

@bellasburdens

@there-goes-thefighter

@frostironfudge

@espinosaurusrexex

@buckyarchives

@darkficsyouneveraskedfor

@witchywithwhiskey

@onceuponastory

@dailyreverie

@venusstorm

- man, I feel like a WIP hoarder

[tilltheendofthelinepal13]

A lot of people are liking and reblogging my reblogs and I HAVE NO IDEA WHY BUT THANKS?

Also, i reblog because I enjoy something and would like to share it with other people so my fav writers get some new readers so please please please read some of the writers other works, they’re great…and maybe give them a reblog or like?It would make their day!!

Here’s some of my favourite talented writers on here atm:

@buckyalpine

@buckycuddlebuddy

@buckylattes

@kinanabinks

@sebastiansluts

@allandoflimbo

@bellasburdens

❤️❤️❤️

[sgt-seabass]

fjfjfjffjj thank you so much for reading, I’m glad I’m not the only one that finds it hot 😂

the idea of steve kemp being mean and dark and manhandling you to your knees and slapping you around and making you worship him and lick his shoes is so hot 🥺 especially if he's threatening and degrading the reader through it

𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒑𝒐𝒔𝒔𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒊𝒐𝒏

✧˚ · .  𝘚𝘵𝘦𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘴 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘶𝘯𝘧𝘭𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘳 𝘢 𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘰𝘯.

pairing — steve kemp x little!reader w/c — almost 900 words this is a dark��fic. 18+ only. warnings — little!reader, dd/lg elements, implied kidnapping, referenced cannibalism, referenced murder, threats, degradation, pet names (sunflower), face slapping, spanking, shoe licking, shoe grinding a/n — this ask made me go fucking FERAL i swear to god. i could kiss your brain, thank you for blessing me with this thot. i was going to write other things but couldn't get this idea out of my head. i love you. not beta read.

Steve didn’t know you were different at first.

He had wined and dined you the same as his other victims, and with a bit of smooth talking, you’d been an easy catch.

You were sweet. Wearing pretty little dresses with a gorgeous smile that beams to all those around. Like a sunflower, which was the nickname he’d chosen for you.

It wasn’t until the reality of the situation had set in that he started to see the hints of uniqueness. Typically, his captives would scream, fight, and try to claw his eyes out. But you had receded into yourself. A meek thing that cried in the corner. Like a kicked puppy.

Steve wasn’t one for affection, not in the traditional sense. But he liked you. And so, he kept you around.

Many girls came and went while you were kept in your little cell. Steve often talked with you, sitting on the ground while he ranted about his day. And if you listened well, you’d get a new stuffed toy. He’d learnt you liked them after you bundled your pillows to cuddle them like a bear.

It was amusing. His little sunflower was an exciting thing to have around.

Except when you weren’t good. That he hated more than anything.

You wouldn’t eat your dinner, picking at the meatloaf with disdain. Steve had made it especially for you, with beef, not his usual cuisine. You weren’t ready for his diet yet.

He’d grabbed you by the hair, dragging you across the room and into a new, empty cell. You’d wailed for your stuffies, for comfort, but bad girls don’t get privileges.

“What am I meant to do with an ungrateful little girl, huh? Do you want to end up like the rest of them?” Steve watched the fear flash across your face, your little sobs becoming so hard snot and spit dribbled down your face with your tears.

“What a pathetic little baby. Too stupid to even kill,” Steve cooed, swatting your hands away when you tried to cover your face. He wanted to see all the anguish. “Who am I, hm? Who am I, sunflower?”

“My— My— My G-God…” You snivelled out, and Steve scoffed, slapping you hard across the face.

You turned to him again, and he slapped you again. “Speak properly. This isn’t the time to be a bumbling mess. Face your consequences,” Steve was harsh, as he often was when things didn’t go his way.

“You’re my God,” you managed to get out amongst your sniffs and hiccupped sobs.

“That’s better. Now, you want to get back in my good books, right?”

You nodded desperately, and Steve smiled. His sunflower was always so eager to please.

Steve grabbed your hips, pulling you to sit on his manicured oxford shoes. He started you off, rubbing your cunt over the laces and leather below you until you got the idea. “That’s it. Rub that dirty pussy all over my shoes. I bet you like it, don’t you?”

The way you looked up at Steve had him almost cumming on the spot. You looked like an absolute mess, your tear-stricken cheeks and puffy eyes making him harder. “Fuck.” He muttered, looking down to the sheen left on his shoe from your sopping cunt, your wetness soaking through your underwear. “You’re my disgusting little baby, aren’t you, sunflower?”

“Y-Yes, daddy.”

Steve always loved hearing his two favourite words. He didn’t really have a kink for being called daddy, but how it made you all shy and submissive was well worth it.

You kept rubbing yourself with little moans and sobs until your hips started shuddering, and Steve knew you were getting close. He drank in the sight of you, your nipples peaked through the fabric of your dress and muscles tensing throughout your body. It was a picture-perfect sight. “You’re doing a good job, sunflower. But you were a bad girl. And bad girls don’t get to cum.”

Steve pulled you off him, your sounds turning to whimpers as you were denied your orgasm. His shoe shone with your juices, and Steve stuck it in your face, rubbing it with the leather. “Look at this. You’ve made it all dirty. I’d normally kill someone for dirtying my things like this.”

There wasn’t much Steve wouldn’t kill someone for, but he loved to taunt you nonetheless. “But I suppose I can forgive you if you clean it up.”

Steve laughed as you looked around the room, trying to find a rag or something to clean it with. “Stupid baby.” He grabbed your hair, ignoring your yelps and cries as he shoved your face against his shoe. “With your tongue.”

He held you there, not allowing an ounce of movement. With your ass in the air, he smacked your cheeks, watching as you tried to lick away your wetness as the spanks kept coming. He wanted you sore. Perhaps that would teach you a lesson.

You licked at his shoes, having to go over the same spot when your tears fell and made a mess all over again. It was an endless cycle that Steve was all too happy to witness.

Steve hummed, watching you contently. Maybe he’d get you another toy from the hospital gift shop after his shift tomorrow. He loved seeing his sunflower smile after being a crying mess, like a blooming flower after the rain.

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[moonangelxo]

💞 if you want you can tag more than one

“💞 - @ your favorite blog”

Oh gosh- there are sooo many I just know I’m gonna forget someone, so apologies in advance if I do 🫣

@wickedangels @mywitchy-assassin @belovaskitkat @gothidecorem @bellasburdens @cowardlycowboys @bbylovess @bbyyygirl @sweetcherrybunnyy @dvndyl

[inkedreverie]

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I know I'm super late to responding to this. But thank you Brandy!

I'm gonna cheat and tag some people:

@vellicore, @thornsnvultures, @bellasburdens, @worksby-d plus many more that I can't think of right now.

[perdidosbucky-yyo]

Merry Christmas and happy holidays to every one of my moots!

@treatbuckywkisses @forever-aria @cherryredmurdock @spideyyboii @kinanabinks @wndalovebot @buckys-bitchhh @bucksangel @luckyduckydoo @missraion @sweetascanbee @foreverindreamlandd @bellasburdens @scrumptious-delusion @darkherolovercroissant @thornsnvultures @fandoms-writings @golden-nightss @thepsychewrites @mrsmischief209

This year has not been easy for me, but I can honestly say I've been the happiest when I'm talking with you guys 🥺 I appreciate and love each and every one of you!

Ps: Espero que puedan comer comida navideña hasta reventar!! 🤭💕