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[nekoannie-chan]

Week 2 Reblog Masterlist

Welcome to Week 2 2023 or Week 158, as always, fics would be listed in the order I read them.

I hope you enjoy it!

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This is the list of the fics I read and recommend in Week 2 2023:

 Ride with me (Steve Rogers X Reader) by @maladaptivexxdaydreaming❤️

Keeping secrets (Brock Rumlow or Jack Rollins X Reader) by @captain-writing-marvel 💚💙

Bite (Pietro Maximoff X Reader) by @avengersimaginings 💜

Thunder (Ororo Munroe X Reader) by @soft-for-them 💚

Parades (Steve Rogers X Reader) by @justkending 💚

Ice cream (Dottie Underwood X Reader) by @prince-septimus 💚

Baby, it’s cold outside (Stucky X Reader) by @lunarbuck❤️

Michael Morbius headcanons (Michael Morbius X Reader) by @maycat-19-142 💚

Walking the wire (Nomad!Steve Rogers X Reader) by @pedrito-friskito ❤️

Invisible (Steve Rogers X Reader) by @americas-ass-writing 💙

Unnamed (? X Reader) by @spectre-posts 💙

Embarrassing Tyrone (Tandy Bower & Evita Fusilier) by @fangirl-writes 🧡

Dating Dick Grayson (Dick Grayson X Reader) by @lavenderacademia ❤️💚

Bullshit chapter VII (Brock Rumlow X Reader) by @bolontiku 💚

Stevie Baby (Steve Rogers X Reader) by @madscape 💚

HYDRA husbands ficlet (HYDRA Husbands) by @winter-angst 💚

I’m your bitch (Carol Danvers X Reader) by @peachyteabuck ❤️

My saviour chapter 32: How did you end up here? (Brock Rumlow X Reader) by @talia-rumlow 🖤 ❤️💚💙

Spare blanket (Steve Rogers X Reader) by @buckybarnesandmarvel 💚

I put a spell on you (Steve Rogers X Reader) by @slothspaghettiwrites ❤️

I could never be afraid (Michael Morbius X Reader) by @insomniac-astronomer 💚💙

Dating Storm would involve… (Ororo Munroe X Reader) by @writings-of-a-british-fangirl 💚

Bullshit chapter VIII (Brock Rumlow X Reader) by @bolontiku 💚

Belonging (Dark!Steve Rogers X Reader) by @jsrblue 🖤 ❤️

Flooded (Steve Rogers X Reader) by @espinosaurusrexex 💚💙

Appreciated (Steve Rogers X Reader) by @holylulusworld 💚💙

Bullshit chapter IX (Brock Rumlow X Reader) by @bolontiku 💚

Off the College (Steve Rogers X Reader) by @coltrainbat 💙

[malum-forev]

1K Followers Bingo Game!! 🎉🎉🎉

First of all, I want to thank every single one of you guys for your support and follows! I cannot believe thisss. I am so happy you've enjoyed my writing and you've all helped me reach 1,000 followers.

❤️‍🔥🥰 Enjoy one of my favorite Bucky gifs as a token of my appreciation. <3

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Soooo I saw @espinosaurusrexex create this bingo game for their 1k celebration and I thought it was an amazing idea! All credits go to @espinosaurusrexex (ps their blog is AMAZINGGGG, so pls check it out!)

Here's Everything you need to know for the game! I hope you guys like it and participate! (most of the writing going forward comes from @espinosaurusrexex's blog to give credit)

❗️BINGO❗️

As a celebration for this milestone, I would like to host a Writing Bingo Game (inspired by @blooming-violets).

The rules are simple:

Chose a prompt from the card and tell me other details you'd like me to include. (Also, if you would like me to integrate one of the prompts to my past stories pls comment that too <3)

Send them to me through an ask

I will write requests in order of submission and then cross the prompts off. And you can be damn sure I'll pure my heart and soul into that shit. [click here to see what has been submitted already]

BINGO! The game is finished when a row, column or diagonal is completed.

I also don't gatekeep, so please feel free to use this card for your own writing challenges, but make sure to tag me, so I can see what beautiful things you create with it 💗

Green means completed and Yellow means working on it!

You can find the complete master list here!

Last update: June 26th.

If you'd like to participate, be sure to comment a prompt in my asks!

Bucky x Reader pairing Inspo: College!Bucky, Fratboy!Bucky, Mafia!Bucky, Agent!Reader, Husband!Bucky, ExHusband!Bucky, Dad!Bucky, BrothersBestFriend!Bucky, Rogers!Reader, Stark!Reader, Famous!Reader.

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Again, thank you for your support and thank you Meg for this amazing Bingo game!

I've tagged people who've asked to be on my tagged list! I hope that's okay!

@kpopgirlbtssvt @shara-ne @namelesssaviour @scxrletrecsmarvel @baby-banana @stucky-my-shiptoothhurtyam @bluemoon-icecream @seybox @supraveng @jasmine19346 @what-a-beautiful-mess-i-made @maladaptivexxdaydreaming @confuscita @eviesaurusrex @girlfriday007 @starryeyeseunbyul @thevampire97 @sadisticfries @440mxs-wife @rslizj @enchantedbarnes @whitewolfsdoll @mrsbarnesx @arcanebabe @143amberrose @silentkiller2374 @samantha1sodone @just-that-dumb-bitch @verygraphicink @rouge-raven13 @behindmygreyeyes @ximi1315 @runi1 @lia-winther @aneluvs

*Any gifs posted are not my own and I give the artist full credit.

[cockslutpadalecki]

Engaged

Summary: Steve’s not happy he’s being replaced.

Characters: Dark!Mean!Steve x F!Reader.

Words: 1.9K.

Warnings: non-con, mean!Steve is mean, explicit sexual content, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it kids), forced orgasms, 18+. MINORS DNI.

A/N: Based on the GIF above. I wasn’t sure what you had in mind for this, but I hope you like it darling Ali! Thank you to @princessmisery666 for the epic brainstorming session, you always bring out the best in me. Beta: @princessmisery666 but all the general bullshit is entirely mine. While likes are gold, feedback is golden. Please support our content creators.

Steve watches them through the window— laughing and smiling along with who he assumes must be her relatives from the way they embrace her. He can’t keep his eyes from her, pure hatred bubbling up inside his chest as she shows off her left hand while Bucky stands beside her, grinning from ear to ear. 

The sight makes him rage. 

How dare Bucky keep something of this magnitude from him? They’re supposed to be best friends, tell each other everything. Loss of virginity, falling in love for the first time— all that stuff. But this? This he finds out through the damn internet?

The link that Twitter had sent him is still open on his cell, the words now committed to memory. Steve can’t remember how many times he’s read it, wishing it would disappear off the page as he gets more and more incensed each time he does so. 

He watches a little longer, eyes moving with her as she almost glides across the restaurant with Bucky’s hand in the small of her back. An unease— a thickness, something a little like jealousy— sits deep in the recesses of his stomach and he pulls out his phone, ready to call an Uber to take him back into the underbelly of the city. Somewhere he can find a dumb broad to fuck this acidic taste in the back of his throat away.

Yet as he unlocks it, the article featuring Bucky’s engagement reminds him of what brought him to this lavish, fancy restaurant in the first place. Smoothing down his black dinner jacket, he slips the phone back into his pocket and strides forward with drive and impetus.

Time to go and congratulate the happy couple. 

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Eyes scouring the room, you watch in quiet awe as your family and James’ merge into one, swapping embarrassing childhood stories and cute anecdotes. You don’t even mind when your mom whips out a picture of you from her purse to show James’ mom— the hideous dress she had made you wear for picture day still forever ingrained in your memory. 

Your eyes drift, noticing the crowd slowly part to let someone through the throng and your smile wanes instantly when you see Steve striding towards you. His lips are twisted up into his own smile, but it fails to meet his eyes. You’re used to these fake displays of happiness, used to his kind words laced with malice. He’s made it no secret that he doesn’t like you, and over time, you stopped trying to befriend him. 

“James,” you whisper, eyes focused on his best friend closing the distance between you. He diverts his attention from your aunt just long enough to see Steve approach. You feel him stiffen in your hold as he turns to face you, looking almost guilty.

“Why is he here?” You’re careful not to sound accusatory. 

“I don’t know babe,” he tells you truthfully. “Just let me speak to him, okay? I’ll make sure he leaves.” 

“He doesn’t have to leave.” The reluctance in your tone is clear, and you flash your fiancé a tepid smile but you can see how much keeping this from his best friend has been playing on his mind. It’s more than Steve deserves, but you don’t want any trouble. This is meant to be a happy occasion. 

He eyes you with caution. “You sure?” 

“I’m sure,” you reassure him. “I may not like it… or him, but he’s your best friend. He should be here.” 

The words taste sour on your tongue, but you don’t regret them even when your stomach churns with unease as Bucky heads off towards Steve. 

-

You’re caught up watching the two talk, their heads bowed a little as they listen intently to each other. You can’t make out what they’re saying but they don’t seem to be getting angry with each other, so you assume everything is fine. 

Your attention is pulled away briefly by a cluster of relatives coming to wish you a happy birthday and see your engagement ring, but when you look back, you catch Steve’s eye over Bucky’s shoulder. 

He gives you a small grin, but there’s very little kindness in it. It’s more smug, like he’s happy to be getting his way. You flash him a terse smile in return before quickly turning away with a grimace. You wander over towards your mom, the hairs standing up on the back of your neck as you feel his stare still boring into your skin. 

The sensation slowly dissipates and you begin to relax. Despite Steve’s unwanted presence, you’re determined to enjoy your birthday, especially now that it’s a double celebration.

You briefly forget about the gatecrasher and when fingers lightly dance along your shoulder, you smile to yourself.

“Oh James,” you sigh happily as you turn to face him. But instead your blood runs cold at the sight of Steve standing beside you. Instantly you’re on edge, desperate to flee. 

“I just wanted to offer up my congratulations,” he explains softly.

You can barely concentrate on the words out of his mouth, your focus on his hand loosely curled around the nape of your neck.

“Thank you,” you respond curtly. “And thank you for not making a scene, I really appreciate it.”

He gives your neck what seems to be a playful squeeze, but you don’t miss the way his fingers tighten a little too hard. “Now why would I do that?” 

“Y’know, keeping it a secret.”

“Don’t be silly, it’s fine.” Dropping his hand, he flashes you a wide smile with a shrug. “I mean, Bucky’s never hidden anything from me the entire time we’ve been best friends, but it’s no big deal.” The sarcasm is so thick in his tone you could spread it across the bruschetta appetizers like a pâté. 

You stare at each other in silence, ire building inside you with every second that passes. Steve smirks at you, enjoying getting under your skin. 

“Anyway, I should go mingle some more,” he says before leaning in, adding with a whisper, “I’m dying to meet your sisters.”

-

Your sisters seem fooled by Steve’s charms, going as far as to pull you aside and ask what the big deal is. They’ve heard your misgivings about your fiance’s best friend. They know the stories. But in just such a short amount of time he managed to convince them that you’re the problem. 

“Sensitive with a tendency to overreact,” he told them with a gleeful smile, and of course they agreed with cutesy giggles and lingering touches on his bicep. 

The way he shamelessly flirted with them, all while flashing you occasional glances, made your stomach roll in repulsion and when he winked at you after following your eldest sister over to the bar— his hand settled at the base of her spine— you had sought solitude in the restroom, spending too long splashing yourself with water. 

You lean over the sink, mind wandering back to earlier in the evening when you and James snuck in here to have a little fun before anyone arrived. Who knew then that the night would result in you hiding away while everyone else celebrates in your absence?

You’re already making mental seating plans to ensure that during the reception, Steve’s on the other side of the room. Hm, the other side of the world would be more preferable, your mind mutters and finally you see some light at the end of the tunnel. Maybe you should suggest a destination wedding, conveniently while Steve is busy. 

With a renewed spring in your step, you quickly wash your hands and head towards the door, but you’re too busy plotting to notice the silhouette outside when you eventually leave, almost crashing into Steve. 

“Oh,” you say a little sharply, “you’re still here.” 

“Why wouldn’t I be?” 

“Didn’t think this scene was your kind of thing.” 

“Of course, wouldn’t wanna miss the chance to celebrate with my brother and his beautiful bride-to-be.” There’s that malicious grin again. 

You attempt a smile of your own, knowing it feels fake on your lips. It drops instantly as you start to step around him. “Okay, well I better be getting back.”

He side-steps in front of you, blocking your way. “Where are you going so fast? Shouldn’t we get to know each other a little better?” 

“James and I have been a couple for two years, Steve. You’ve had plenty of time to get to know me, but instead you chose not to.” 

He scoffs a little. “And whose fault is that, hm?”

“Are you insinuating that I’m the problem?” you ask, shell shocked he has the audacity to say it to your face. 

“Let’s just say before Buck met you, he was a different man. Not the pussy whipped little bitch he is now.”

“People can change when they fall in love, not that you would know anything about that.” 

He shuffles forward and your back hits the restroom door. “What are you insinuating?” 

“I know all about the broken-hearted women you leave in your wake, Steve. The way you treat them. No wonder you’re all alone,” you sneer. “I bet that’s what all this is about. You’re jealous that you’re not the most important person in James’ life any more.”

He almost roars as he roughly shoves you inside the restroom, anger tugging and contorting his features until he’s practically unrecognisable.

“What the hell are you doing?” you yell, pummelling your fists against his hard chest. Steve just laughs as he grabs your wrists and spins you around in his hold. 

“Showin’ you how I really treat women,” he answers, encouraging you to look at yourself in the mirror as he pushes you up against the porcelain. Letting go of your wrists, his fingers paw at the skirt of your dress, hastily tugging the material up over your backside. 

Tears are hot on your cheeks as you struggle, clawing at his hands to get him to stop but it does nothing except create red tramlines down his forearms. 

“Stop,” you cry out, shame fever-hot beneath your skin when Steve yanks your panties to one side. 

He laughs scornfully, teasing his lips over your earlobe. “You don’t mean that, not really.” The distinct sound of his belt snapping open forces you to meet his eye in the mirror. 

With that, he pushes himself inside you, and the burn of going in practically dry makes your stomach tighten. You squeeze your eyes shut, not wanting to see him over your shoulder, smirking as he fucks you with reckless abandon.

You want to scream out, call for help. But the shame and fear of your family— James— seeing you like this clogs in your throat, and you're unable to form words.

Pain slowly sizzles away, melting into a dull pleasure that causes you to wince with guilt and humiliating reproach. Wet pools around his length, coating him in your juices as he forces himself in and out. 

Unwanted euphoria sneaks up on you like a shadow, becoming a part of you as you reluctantly succumb to your orgasm. It implodes inside you in a wave of unimaginable heat until you’re too fucked-out to hold yourself upright. Steve’s arm wraps around your waist, keeping you steady as the sickly sweet honeyed tone of his voice in your ear makes you nauseous.

“Oh good girl, comin’ around my cock.”

He thrusts into you harder and the vile squelch of your cunt echoes and taunts you around the room. You hate that your pussy welcomes every drive back into the slick heat, hate the ripples of warmth rising up into your gut as it twists and writhes, desperate to shatter again within you. 

“Pl-please,” you beg. “Stop. Think of James.”

“Buck won’t care,” he scoffs, and upon noticing the horrified look in your eye, he adds, “Didn’t he tell you? It’s always been this way. What belongs to him, belongs to me too.”

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[navybrat817]

I want to sit on his lap and be his good girl

I want to be his good girl, too! For now, how about a sneak peek of a future fic?

*****

“Come here,” Bucky ordered, tapping his thigh with his pointer finger as you hesitated to move. “I won’t ask you again.”

Didn’t ask me the first time. You didn’t spare the others a glance as you slid across the couch, afraid your legs would give out if you tried to stand. He wrapped his arm around you once you were close enough to lift you, firmly placing you on his lap. The woodsy scent of his cologne somehow comforted you as he moved you to his liking, but still didn’t stop the fresh tears from falling.

"Stop crying," he said through clenched teeth. The cold tone didn't match the desperation in his eyes, as if he wasn’t sure what to do with a crying woman. "Now."

You took a deep breath as you wiped your cheeks with a trembling hand. "I can't help it," you mumbled. Will these men hurt me? Will they even let me live? 

“Breathe, doll,” he urged as he ran a hand up and down your back, the warmth in his tone surprising you. “I’ll keep you safe,” he added in a whisper.

For some reason, you believed him.

*****

Love and thanks! ❤️

[becca-e-barnes]

Ari love 🌹

Oh god everything about him is so beautiful 🤤

Just the thought of that man’s size kink? The way he’d box you in with his huge arms either side of your head while he grinds into you.

You’d be so blissed out, tugging his hair and loving the low groans he lets out. “Taking me so well, sweetheart. Thought this little cunt might struggle but you’re swallowing every. Damn. Inch.” Your pussy is dripping, there’s no doubt about it. You can hear how overwhelming wet you are, squelching with each perfectly timed thrust.

His beard is scratching your neck, his hot breath panted against your skin and that sinful mouth of his never stops whispering filth. “That’s it baby. Claw my back if you need to. You wanna leave your mark on daddy, huh? Don’t worry sweets, I won’t be forgetting about this sweet pussy in a hurry. Could drown in between your legs and as soon as I cum in you, that’s exactly what I’m gonna do.”

[evansbby]

🤪 💜

Unfortunately, you got a CURSED IMAGE. But is it truly cursed? Bc Chris kind of rocks the dress and heels — he’s got the confidence for it. Why did this remind me of your blog vibe? I don’t know… 😌😌😌

[lunarbuck]

<3 <3 <3 thank you alice

[rae-gar-targaryen]

Are white people actually making and wearing this kind of t-shirt?

Like what the fuck?

These shirts DO exist. I saw one girl last year in an outdoor seating area of a very commercial "mexican" restaurant, as I was walking through the shopping center parking lot. She was chugging discount margaritas and wearing a sombrero and, of course, the shirt in question.

I've never been so angry. (That's a lie -- I'm constantly rageful, but I really wanted to slap her so hard her Nordic ancestors felt it.)

The shirts are very much google-able. If you ask me, TeePublic and Etsy are complicit.

[thebluemage]

ALICE ALICE ALICE!! YOU BE FEEDING MY STEVE KEMP OBSESSION TREMENDOUSLY OMG ❤️‍🔥😩 I NEED HIM, I NEED FRESH!! I NEED HIM SO FUCKING BAD. IT’S INSANE. I’M GOING FERAL!! 🥵😫

I ALSO ENCOURAGE OTHERS TO FEED MY ALREADY UNHINGED STEVE KEMP OBSESSION!! IT KEEPS ME ALIVE IN THE MEANTIME, UNTIL I SEE THE MOVIE!! 🙏💗 THANK YOU!! ❤️❤️

[beyondthefold]

Well, right now it is this gentleman right here...

On a more serious note, I cannot tell you how much I needed this message right now. Thank you! ❤️

[suchababie]

Tell blonde Sebastian that he is beautiful. Image credit: @the-soot-sprite

He is! Sebastian Stan, if you’re out there lurking or if a friend of yours sees this, know that you are a pretty baby girl 😌

[onceuponastory]

Hey! I really enjoy your writing! I’m a new writer on here and I was wondering if you have any tips on how to get your fics out there?

Hi anon! Thank you so much! Before I begin, please feel free to send me a link to your stuff if you're comfortable! I wanna read it! Also, I'm by no means an expert on this kind of thing, and my blog is still kinda small, so please take what I say with a grain of salt, hahaha.

EDIT: I asked some of my fellow writer friends for their advice too, so all our advice will be under the cut!

I would definitely recommend posting on more than one website if you can. I have an account on tumblr, on archive of our own/AO3 and on wattpad, and I post my fics on them all. I find AO3 is really great for tagging your fics, which makes it a lot easier for readers to find them. Of course, if you want to stay on tumblr, that's totally okay, but a lot of my fic engagement comes from AO3 too.

Reblogging is your friend! Especially timezone reblogging. After all, tumblr’s a big place used by people from all over the world. Don't be ashamed of reblogging your stuff a few times so people see it!

If you can, join some writing challenges! Everyone’s work usually gets added to a big masterlist and people can find your stuff from there!

Make writing friends! We all have a big support network, and we’re all here for each other!

Also, obviously writing for a big fandom like Stranger Things or Marvel will help get your work out to more people, but the best advice I can give is write what you want. In one of my other fandoms there were 4 fics for one character and I’d written half of them. And people still read them! If people want it they’ll find it. The same goes for the type of fic you write. Obviously smut/dark do really well, but my fluffy fics still get notes!

@angrythingstarlight: 

Set realistic goals for yourself and what you want. 

Patience is key.

As a writer, you’re gonna have to be able to come off anon. It’s the only way to build relationships

This may be obvious, but respect other people’s writing. Just because you might not want to read or write a certain type of fic doesn’t mean others feel the same way. Trust us, acting like you’re better than others for not writing certain stuff is only gonna make you seem like an asshole to potential readers

@navybrat817: 

Keep an updated masterlist pinned or linked on your blog so it’s easy for new followers to find your writing 

@maladaptivexxdaydreaming:

Be nice and support others.

Everyone’s writing style is different, so please don’t compare yourself to others.

Also, please don’t only message people just for them to boost your fics and nothing else, cause it’s a shitty thing to do.

Often, you can’t read everything your friends write, and vice versa, either due to time issues or the fics not being the sort of thing you like to read. But sharing them is still a big help for everyone.

[cockslutpadalecki]

needed that this week 😮‍💨😴 thank you sweetpea 💗

[navybrat817]

“How do you want it?”

You never went anywhere without your camera. Inspiration could unexpectedly strike and you did your best to capture those moments, fragments and pieces frozen in time for people to remember, reflect and cherish. You had no idea who the handsome stranger was that walked into your shot, but he made your heart cease to beat. The chiseled jaw and trimmed beard were divine, but it was his eyes that made you swiftly inhale.

Oh, no.

You lowered your camera when you realized his gaze was on you. While he looked calm and put together, his eyes told a different story. They were like blue flames threatening to burn you alive as he continued to stare. People moved around you, a blur of colors as you lost yourself to his fiery and icy gaze.

"How do you want it?"

You nearly dropped your camera as your friend appeared beside you, daring yourself to look away from the alluring stranger. "What?"

"Your drink?" she pointed her thumb back toward the coffee shop. "How do you want it?"

"Oh. Um," you were disappointed when you turned back to find the man walking away. You felt colder, even though it was a warm day. Glancing at the camera, you smiled sadly. A fleeting moment captured. Nothing more. "Surprise me."

The man looked back over his shoulder as you carefully tucked your camera away and followed your friend into the shop. He'd see you again. He was sure of it.

*****

Love and thanks! ❤️

[becca-e-barnes]

Just wanted to send you a smile today. 🌹

Thank you honey!! I woke up to this and it was the nicest way to start the day 🥰 Have a smile back!

[buckmepapi]

wHY MUST YOU INSIST ON ATTACKING US ALL ,