#saiyanprincessswanie 500 follower writing challenge

[nekoannie-chan]

Regretful words

Pairing: 40!Steve Rogers X 40’s!Reader.

Word count: 819 words.

Summary: Steve didn’t wait for you to take you to the dance.

Warnings: Angst, kind of cheating, feelings of regret.

A/N: This is my entry to @jessybarnes’s Jessy Reaches 500 Followers Writing Challenge with the prompt angst #4:

"I don’t forgive you."

You can read it on Wattpad and Ao3 too.

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The 40's.

The hum of the music echoed, you didn't know where it was coming from, but it wasn't supposed to be loud, so you continued with what you were doing. Steve had his gaze fixed on you.

The tension between you had grown in the last few weeks. Steve was committed to his duties as Captain America often took him away from you. On one such night, he promised you that you would attend the charity ball together, but when the day came, he seemed to change his mind, he didn't even say anything to you, he just left.

You thought maybe he got desperate and went ahead while you finished getting ready, so you arrived at the place alone, but what you saw shocked you. Margaret Carter was holding Steve's arm.

You moved a little closer, and after a few minutes, you found yourself watching from a distance as Steve and Peggy danced, their faces illuminated by the dim light of the room. Tears threatened to blur your eyes.

Finally, you couldn't take it anymore. You left, and when he arrived they would talk, you didn't even know how but throughout your wait, you had a forced smile on your face as you tried to hide the pain.

"Steve," you said in a firm but shaky voice as soon as he arrived, "I never thought you would break a promise."

Steve looked up to meet your eyes full of disappointment.

"I'm sorry, Y/N," he muttered, a regretful expression on his face. "There was a change of plans, and I thought you'd understand."

You couldn't bear to look at him. "It's not enough, Steve. You promised we'd be together tonight, but it looks like you had a new dance partner. I don't forgive you." With that, you turned and walked away, leaving Steve behind.

The days that followed were a disaster. The unanswered phone calls and unopened letters continued. Steve would try to apologize, to explain, but you wouldn't listen.

A week later, life took an unexpected turn. News of Steve's disappearance spread like wildfire.

In the solitude of your apartment, you found yourself holding one of Steve's unopened letters. Tears were falling on the paper as you read his words of regret and love.

The nights were long and lonely, all you had now were the memories. The tears were constant as you clung to the hope that Steve would return to your side.

Then, one cold morning, a report came into your hands. News of Steve Rogers' death spread quickly and you didn't know what to do.

The impact of the news was devastating. The tears seemed like they would never stop. Memories of nights shared with Steve became more vivid and painful. Every corner of your apartment seemed to whisper his name, now you didn't know what you would do.

You dove into the unopened letters Steve had sent you before his disappearance. Words of love, of regret, of broken promises. The paper seemed to carry with it the echo of his voice, and each word echoed in your mind as if he were there speaking to you. There were moments when you wished you had not said those last words, you wished you could go back and change the course of history.

You found solace in the photographs you had taken together, which were now displayed in every corner of your home.

One melancholy afternoon, while you were looking at one of those photographs, an unexpected visitor arrived. A military officer knocked on your door, holding a small box in his hands.

"My condolences," he murmured as he handed you the box.

Inside the box were personal effects, and a few more medals for Steve's service. His uniform, and his most treasured belongings, were all carefully stored like a treasure trove.

You sat silently, staring at the box as if it might reveal some secret that would help you understand what had happened. Among his belongings, you found a letter Steve had written shortly before his last mission. Your trembling hands opened the envelope, and his words filled the air.

"Dear Y/N,

If you're reading this, it means things didn't go as we had hoped. I want you to know that every day away from you was a day filled with regret. I made mistakes, and I am deeply sorry. The night of the dance, I didn't mean to hurt you, but I can't change the past. I just want you to remember the good times, and I hope someday you can forgive me. My heart will always belong to you, even beyond this world.

Love, Steve."

The tears came back to your eyes. The regret in his writing was palpable, and you wondered if things might have been different if you had known earlier how he felt.

Now you didn't know how to go on with your life in a world without Steve.

[saiyanprincessswanie]

Congratulations on 500!! May I please take #12 ‘you’re not as innocent as you claim to be’ with Ransom? 💕💕

Thank you so much! #12 is filled 😬 if you want another number everything is now updated. @honeyhan-123

[saiyanprincessswanie]

Oh sweet baby jeebus 🥵🥵💦💦 That was amazing. Then you end it with them offering for Steve to join 😳 I squealed in delight. Thank you for writing for my challenge. This was very yummy to read before bed. Bucky + sex on the desk for the win 🙌🏻❤️ If y’all aren’t following @buckys-other-punk I highly suggest you do so. 💜💜

Whatever You Say Boss

Pairing: Mob!Bucky x Wife!Reader

Summary: Bucky is on a phone call with one of his business partner and Y/N is fed up with him not paying attention to her.

Word Count: 3.6K (did i get carried away with this..yes..am I sorry about it…no)

Prompt: “Shut your mouth.” “Make me.”

Warning: SMUT w/ plot, unprotected sex (just use a condom folks), dom/sub, teasing, chocking, knife play (i think), oral (fem receiving), cussing, and gun+drug selling (no actual use of either one) 

****DO NOT READ IF YOU ARE UNDER 18!!****

A/N: Thanks to @saiyanprincessswanie​ for letting me join your writing challenge and congrats on 500 followers! First mobster fic (I’ve ever written) and second smut fic written so I apologize in advance if this kinda sucks. Anyways, did I briefly mention the Peaky Blinders in here..yes lol. Like always lemme know what you think or if you wanna be tagged in any of my works! Feedback is very much appreciated! Hope you enjoy! Also please ignore my minor mistakes in this, i tried editing it but then halfway I said fuck it.

Walking down the hallway of your house you passed by your husband’s office, stopping slightly when you hear him shouting. Peaking your head through the door you see his back towards you and one hand holding his phone while the other hand holds a glass of whiskey. He had his suit jacket draped over the back of his chair. You push the door open to enter the room and your husband turns at the sound of the creaking. He looks over to you with furrowed eyebrows as you stay positioned next to the door, he continues to talk into the phone. He noticed how you wore a long black robe and a thin black silk dress that stopped along the middle of your thighs.

“Tommy, I told you we aren’t planning on making another shipment until October.” Bucky huffed, taking a swig of his drink. He watched you put your hands on your hips with an eyebrow raised. Bucky shook his head and pointed for you to close the door. You did so and walked over to his desk leaning forward to try to hear the conversation between the two men. Looking at your husband you noticed he was wearing a black button down with the top open just enough to see his collarbone.

“No, I still need to talk with Stark and his boys if they need supplies.” your husband said putting his empty glass on the desk. You sat on the edge of his desk looking through the papers that were piled on top of each other. Deciding that none of the papers were interesting you drew your attention back to your husband. He was still investing in the conversation with the Shelby leader. You stood up from your position and moved closer to Bucky. 

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[kitkatd7]

Somethin New

Pairing: Steve x Reader

Summary: You and Steve were no strangers to trying new things in the bedroom, but when he suggested something a little... different you were nervous- and excited. 

Warnings: Spelling/grammar issues, cursing, NSFW, smut, sort of public? Public teasing/fingering (m/f receiving) 

Word Count: 742

A/N: So I randomly thought of this yesterday, I don't know if it's good because I never write smut. This is for @saiyanprincessswanie 500 followers writing challenge! Congratulations hun you deserve them all and more!!!

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Sitting down next to Steve at the Avengers dinner table, you glance around at your adopted family as you all prepare to eat. You shift uncomfortably in your seat. As everyone begins eating their steak you jolt slightly next to Steve, the remote-controlled vibrator on your clit jumping to life. He smirks at you knowingly, the controller concealed in his jean pocket. You ignore the sensation and the rapidly growing wetness in your panties, instead starting to eat your salad. You stifle a moan, instead biting down on your cheek when Steve turns it to a higher level. Several minutes later you're completely soaked, the vibrations driving you crazy as you silently beg Steve with your eyes. 

"So when's the next mission?" He asks Tony, ignoring you. His Captain's voice turns you on even more. 

You whimper, biting your lip as he turns it up again, still talking to Tony and not even looking at you. 

You were so focused on the maddening but too light pleasure between your thighs that you jump slightly when you hear Natasha's voice, "Are you okay? You look a little pale," She says, giving you a confused look. 

You force yourself to take a deep breath as you try to focus on something other than your throbbing clit. "I don't feel very well," you tell her honestly, your attempt to shift your focus failing as the vibration becomes unbearable- And Steve's large, warm hand creeping up your thigh definitely wasn't helping. 

"Should you go lay down?" She asks, sounding very much like a mother hen. 

You shake your head meekly. "I'll be okay." Trying to convince her or yourself it's impossible to say. 

Natasha gives you a 'you don't look okay' look but shifts her attention and starts talking to Clint. Steve leans in next to your ear, his beard brushing your neck deliciously as you clench your thighs together hopelessly. "Do you need to cum, baby girl?" He whispers, low enough that no one would hear. The thought that only you two know what's happening further soaks you. 

You let out a small whimper that he feels more than hears and he feels himself grow hard in his jeans.

His fingers creep under your skirt beneath the table, moving your panties to the side and grazing your folds insanely gently, his eyebrows shooting up in surprise at the wetness gathered there. You bite your lip harshly, trying to keep from moaning obscenely. You're so close. You groan in frustration when he pulls his hand away. "Don't you dare cum," he growls in the back of his throat. "If you cum now it'll be the last time for a month," he threatens, his words making you shudder as his fingers return.

You drop your fork, face reddening at the intense pleasure he's now providing you.  

A new light dances in your eyes as an idea washes over you. 

As everyone remains caught up talking amongst themselves, you run your finger over Steve's thigh seductively before receiving a warning glare. 

Ignoring his expression, you run your fingertips over his strained length, smirking slightly when he muffles a groan.  

You palm him teasingly as he scowls at you, his hand circling your wrist and stopping your movements. "Stop being such a fucking tease," he growls, eyes storm grey. 

"You're the tease," you retort, eyes defiant.

“Then tell me what you want. I’m not a mind reader, babygirl.”

"I want you to take me back to our room and fuck me til I can't walk," you say through gritted teeth, trying to keep your face neutral.

His body tenses at your words and it takes all his willpower not to bend you over the table and take you right there. In retaliation to your words, he turns up the vibrator again, the sensation becoming unbearable to the point that you dig your fingernails into his thickly corded thighs.

"Don't say anything you'll regret, darling.' His Brooklyn accent becoming stronger. 

"I said fuck me, Captain." 

"Be careful what you wish for." You hear an underlying current of warning in his voice and lust glinting in his dark eyes at the use of his title. You gasp in surprise as he jerks you both to your feet, his hand still locked around your wrist tightly as he drags you down the hallway and into the elevator as everyone's shocked gaze follows you.  

You're going to get exactly what you wished for. 

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[gogolucky13]

Partition

Summary: Bucky likes to remind you he’s yours.

Pairing: Mob!Bucky Barnes x f!Reader

Word count: 2,049

Warnings: Smut. Oral sex (m/f receiving). A slightly dom Bucky? Underlying fluff. Mild swearing. (18+ only please).

A/N: This is a submission for @saiyanprincessswanie​‘s 500 Followers Writing Challenge (congrats Missy!!). And yes, title and part of the story were inspired by that Beyoncé song. 😏 Hope you like! 😊💜 gif not mine.

You always hated going to these things. Extravagant parties full of pretentious people who care only about the money you have and the money you can make them. There was never a lack of trying on your part to convince Bucky these events were stupid. He mostly agreed, but “we gotta make connections and keep the ones we have happy” would always be his response.

Therefore, you find yourself in yet another expensive dress sitting by the bar and mindlessly sipping at your cocktail. A silky black evening gown covers your body, accented with the finest gold jewelry. Matching earrings and necklace set for your birthday last year, and a diamond bracelet for your fifth wedding anniversary. 

Bucky has been absent for most of the night. Once you make your introductions and the rounds of tedious small talk, you leave him to conduct whatever business he needs to attend to with whoever he needs to. You know he makes dirty money, but that doesn’t mean you like to hear the logistics of it.

At the bar, two women whom you’ve met before stand on either side of you, chatting about whatever new designer purchase they’ve made. You tuned them out not long after they invited you into their conversation. It’s getting a bit late, and you’re always ready to go the second you arrive at these things. 

Eyes full of resolute scan the crowd of people for your mobster husband so you can get the hell out of here already. An area full of high top tables catches your attention, and it’s there you spot him, chatting animatedly with a woman you don’t recognize. Before making your way over to them, you sit and watch the scene, a sly smirk curling the corner of your lips. 

His body language is friendly, but doesn’t give the invitation for any advances; however, it seems the woman either isn’t getting the hint or just doesn’t care. It’s quite obvious when she’s flicking her hair back to give a better view of her cleavage and placing a flirtatious touch to his arm that she’s attempting to sell herself to Bucky.

But still, there’s no pang of jealousy ripping through your chest. No shade of green filtering your vision. On the contrary, you’re finding the whole situation rather arousing.

Watching this woman throw herself at the man who has told you countless times he’s yours and yours alone. Knowing her advances will get her no where is creating a tempting desire to stir your insides, and spurring on the want to interrupt their conversation to take Bucky away from this party and give him a sensual reminder of why he so willingly claims to be yours.

Walking up behind Bucky, you slide a hand up over his shoulder and down his arm as you come to stand beside him. The woman he’s been talking with quickly shifts her gaze from Bucky to you, and there’s a less than an unimpressed look warping her features. And that look quickly turns to one of annoyance when you’re telling Bucky you’re ready to leave and he’s following behind you without giving the woman a second thought.

Once outside, the limo that brought you to the event waits out front for you. Pinching the silk of your long gown, you give the driver a curt nod before slipping into the backseat, Bucky close behind.

The latch of the door echoes in the silent backseat and needy hands begin trailing up the black fabric of Bucky’s thigh.

“What’s this, Doll?” Bucky chuckles, whiskey and temptation lowering the tenor of his voice.

“Mm,” you hum, fingers lightly brushing the tip of his hardening length, “you look so good tonight.”

Red painted lips place featherlight kisses to the skin of Bucky’s neck. The contradicting sensations of tender lips and assertive hands induces a feral growl in his chest.

“Doll…” A husky warning as he glances to the front of the car. 

Silver fingers reflect in the passing streetlights when he gestures for the driver to close the partition, other hand sliding up the bare skin of your thigh where it peeks through the slit of your dress. A gentle squeeze to the flesh and he turns capturing your lips with his. Tongues quickly intertwining, the kiss is becoming heady, and you’re desperate for more.

“Let me taste you,” you whisper, shifting to kneel before him in the backseat.

The clinking of a belt buckle rattles the heated space, and you’re quick to remove Bucky’s thick member from its clothed confines, tip already glistening with arousal. Taking a moment to wet your lips, you look up to him. 

Hooded blue eyes watch you intently as you lick a single strip up his length, tongue running hungrily over the pulsating vein. And then you take him fully into your mouth. Coarse hairs tickling the tip of your nose, and a red ring of lipstick appears at the base of his cock.

A subtle claim to what is yours.

Hitting the back of your throat, an almost pained moan is stifled from above you. A hand is moving to help keep your hair out of the way, and you flit your eyes back to Bucky, who holds his bottom lip harshly between his teeth. He glances to your dress, and you can practically see the desired want reflecting in his darkened eyes.

The thin strap of your dress slips off your shoulder, exposing a breast and Bucky is throbbing in your mouth. Sure to be mindful of every inch of him, you switch between a mix of short and quick, and long and slow movements, and he’s panting above you as he starts to come undone. 

And when gentle fingers massage the soft skin below his cock, Bucky is writhing and thrusting up into your mouth.

“Fuck,” he hisses, the grip on your hair tightening, “I’m gonna…ahh.”

Hot spurts of his seed hits the back of your throat, and you swallow it eagerly. Releasing him from your mouth, a strand of saliva laced with his arousal strings from your swollen lips to the tip of his member.

“Such a good girl,” Bucky muses, leaning forward to swipe a thumb over the mess around your mouth. 

Lipstick smeared, mascara stained cheeks, and eyes glossed over in pure desire, Bucky is ready to be home now. And the carnal look he’s giving you has your thighs clenching together, desperate for any form of release until he can take you to bed.

“Just wait until we get home, Doll,” he says, “By the time I’m done with you, you won’t be able to sit for a week.”

The ride back home is full of impatient touches and heavy pants. Soft moans on heated skin mixing in lust. And then the car is finally pulling into the driveway of your home, Bucky quick to dismiss the driver for the night. 

Before you even make it through the front door, Bucky has a tight hold of your wrists, securing them in place above your head. A thick thigh is pressed between your legs, the wetness of your arousal dampening the fabric of his suit, and his body pushes yours firmly against the wall.

“What has you all hot and bothered tonight, Doll?” Bucky speaks along the shell of your ear, breaths of hot air tickling the skin of your neck. “Or should I say, who’s got you all hot and bothered?”

You attempt to stifle a moan when he begins to trail gentle lips on your skin. And it takes you a moment to respond, voice breathy, almost whiny.

“That woman you were talking to,” you say, attempting to catch his lips when they get close, but he denies you. Instead, humming in affirmation he heard you, lips kissing their way down to your chest. “She just kept throwing herself at you.”

Another hum, the light vibrations reaching straight to your core. 

“You know I’m only yours, Doll,” Bucky replies after he brings his lips back to hover over yours, blue eyes nearly black. “Do I need to remind you?”

A pitiful whine falls from your lips, swallowed up by the kiss Bucky eagerly presses to your mouth. Metal hand takes both wrists in one, while his flesh hand snakes between your legs. Warm fingers slip under the lace fabric of your panties, slick along your wet folds.

“Seems you already know I’m yours.” You feel the pleased smirk through the kiss and are about to quip back with something, but your words and all thoughts are cut off when you feel the first finger slide inside you, then another. “Mm, always so ready for me, aren’t you?”

Languidly, his fingers move in and out of your heat, expertly curling up inside you. 

“Buc—”

But the call of his name dies on your tongue when you feel his body pulling away from you. The pressure of his hard muscles is gone, leaving you feeling slightly weak. The metal hand above you releases your wrists, and before you can comprehend, the feel of Bucky’s slick tongue running along your folds has you almost buckling at the knees.

A tender touch to your outer thigh, and he brings a leg over his shoulder for easier access. Your hands quickly find their way into his hair, an attempt to hold yourself upright. Chest heaving as you feel yourself climbing closer to the apex of pleasure.

“I’m…I’m close…”

And when you feel the soft licks of his tongue on your clit, your vision blurs and you’re crying out in ecstasy. Hands gripping tightly on the hairs at the root, no time to think about how painful it might be for him.

Pulling his fingers out, you’re still in a daze but instantly miss the feeling. Bleary eyes watch as Bucky licks the arousal from them before he’s kissing you again.

“C’mon Doll, I’m not done with you yet,” Bucky says against your lips, guiding you to the kitchen.

Desperate hands are removing the straps of your dress, the silk falling to the tiled floor, and Bucky lets out a hungry growl. Turning you to face the island, a warm hand runs along your spine as he bends you over, the marble cool in contrast to your bare chest.

A kiss to your thigh when he kneels down to take off your panties, and then you hear the sound of his belt buckle jingling behind you. Fingers run along your core before you feel the thickness of his length filling you up.

Leaning over you, the buttons of his shirt indent into the skin of your back, his lips against your ear when he speaks in a gravelly voice.

“Do you believe I’m yours yet?”

 “Yes, Bucky, yes,” you whine. “Please, move.”

“As you wish.”

He places a tender kiss between your shoulder blades before he’s standing upright and his hips begin thrusting into you. First he takes it slow, giving you the chance to adjust to his size, and when you reach an impatient hand to squeeze his thigh, nails digging harshly into the flesh, he picks up the pace. 

His movements become almost unforgiving, but he knows what you can handle. Rough hands grasp at your hips before one slides up to gently grip the back of your neck, giving way to a new angle. He’s deep inside you, the tip of his cock repeatedly hitting that one spot that has your eyes watering in pained pleasure.

He takes you in the kitchen, finishing with a deep grunt, a heavy body collapsing on top of yours. Soft lips and teeth giving tender bites to your shoulder.

Then he takes you again in the bedroom, slower this time, each thrust and kiss full of loving passion. He knows you never question if he’s yours and yours only, but he never passes up the opportunity to remind you that it’s true.

Pushing inside you for one final time, his face is buried in your neck and you hear the muffled moan as he releases inside you. When he pulls out, he doesn’t give you the chance to move away from him, bringing your body against his. Kissing the top of your head, he speaks softly into your hair.

“I’m yours forever, Doll.”

[captain-kelli]

Captain Kelli’s 500 Fam Writing Challenge

What is UP, fam? Somehow, I have managed to hit a milestone of 500 followers in 41 days and I am in utter and total shock. I could think of no better way to celebrate than by reading works by all of you.

The master list of works submitted

The details:

The theme: strong women (because I’m a sucker for them)

Due date: March 8, 2020 (International Women’s Day!!)

The tag: #captainkelli500fam

The rules:

You don’t have to be following me, but I’d love to have ya

Send me an ask with the prompt and character. Only two entries per prompt, first come first served. If we run out of prompts (which I doubt will happen), I’ll add more.

You are free to write for any Marvel character with a reader-insert, OC or just canon characters

Tag me when you’re done and use the challenge tag 

It can be a one-shot or a series, but it has to be the first chapter in the series.

Minimum of 500 words.

For the love of all that is holy, use the “Keep Reading” feature

Song and quote prompts don’t have to be written into the story, but the dialogue prompts (obviously) do

Please use warnings as they apply. If there are any triggers that are not in the warnings, I will not reblog, or include in the master list.

No underage/non-con. Everything else is fine.

Strikeout means it’s no longer available

Have fun! Share each other’s work! Be kind to one another!!

Prompts below the cut!

Dialogue Prompts:

“I could do it better! And in heels!” // @sebbbystaaan (Bucky Barnes) + @justlexia (Steve Rogers)

“I do not need a damn man by my side to do this.” // @stuckonjbbarnes (Steve Rogers x Bucky Barnes x OC) + @rogrsnbarnes

“If there’s one thing I’m willing to bet on, it’s myself.” // @brooklynbarrnes (Bucky Barnes) + @danijimenezv

“Oh, screw beautiful. I’m brilliant. If you want to appease me, compliment my brain.” // @xetoilerouge + @moonstruckbucky

"I think you can't wait for someone to fly underneath you and save your life. I think you have to save yourself." // @valkyriesryde (Steve Rogers) + @whistlingwillows​

“I’m a woman with a brain and reasonable ability.” // @heartopen-testify​ (Bucky Barnes) + @sunlightdances​ (Bucky Barnes)

"Who asked you to intervene? You think you have to rescue me? You think I can’t take care of myself?” // @tarithenurse​ (Thor) + @avintagekiss24​ (Stucky)

“I’m very prepared to live with the consequences of my actions. What I couldn’t live with were the consequences of my inactions.” // @justkending​ (Steve Rogers) + @redfoxwritesstuff​ (Loki)

“I am not the girl the guy gets at the end of the movie. I am not a fantasy. If you want me, earn me! Until then, we are done." // @hidden-behind-the-fourth-wall​ (Steve Rogers) + @saiyanprincessswanie​ (Bucky Barnes)

“When the door you have been knocking at finally swings open, you don’t ask why. You run through.” // @livyourextralife​ + @socie 

Quote Prompts:

She who is brave is free. // @capsized-heart​ + @crushedbyhyperbole​ (Thor)

She has been through hell. So believe me when I say, fear her when she looks into a fire and smiles. // @star-spangled-man-with-a-plan​ + @captain-rogers-beard​ (Wanda Maximoff)

Empowered women empower women. // @heli0s-writes​ + @the-unspoken-rule​

A well-read woman is a dangerous creature // @sugarfreecapsicle​ + @eyesfixedonthesun22​

There is no limit to what we, as women, can accomplish. // @panicfob​ (Bucky Barnes) + @maladaptive-ninja-returns​

Song Prompts:

You Don’t Own Me (Lesley Gore / SAYGRACE) // @softhairbarnes + @stopitchris

Formation (Beyoncé) // @allaboardthereadingrailroad

Girl on Fire (Alicia Keys) // @marquiswrites (Peter Parker) + @trashmenofmarvel (OC x Bucky Barnes)

Salute (Little Mix) // @avengerskeeper + @queens-n-roses (Bucky Barnes)

Truth Hurts (Lizzo) // @fic-for-fic-sake + @ussgallifreyfics (Steve Rogers)

Nightmare (Halsey) // @jbbarnesnnoble + @jbbuckybarnes​

Fighter (Christina Aguilera) // @sirenaurelix​ (Stucky) + @lesqui​ (Bucky Barnes)

So What (Pink) // @bitchassbucky (OC x platonic!Avengers) + @samsgoddess (OC x BFF!Natasha)

Woman (Ke$ha) // @blueberrybuchanan (Thor) + @kellyn1604

You Should See Me in a Crown (Billie Eilish) // @nacho-bucky + @perpetually-tuned-out

[saiyanprincessswanie]

OMGSH! Congratulations on your milestone! Can I please get "Dont you dare leave me like this?" with Bucky? Be sure to tag my writing blog @sagechanoafterdark :D

Thank you so much 💜💜 It is yours!! I can’t wait to read it

[saiyanprincessswanie]

Oh sweet baby Jeebus. 😳😍 This was absolutely hot. Love that asshole Lance. I would love to be his Omega 🥵 Thank you for participating in my writing challenge. You did amazing. 👏🏻👏🏻👏🏻💜💜💜

Tuck and Roll, Omega

A fresh-out-of-college aspiring young gymnast asked specifically not to be trained under Lance Tucker. Apparently, the world is not a wish-granting factory. Will she be able to hide her status as an Omega long enough to go to the Olympics? Takes place pre-The Bronze

Written for @saiyanprincesswanie’s Chris Evans/Sebastian Stan character challenge. Go check it out on Tumblr if you’re interested in writing for it!

“Take these, now.” Marian, standing over you like a hawk, handed you scent suppressant pills. “Who knows what will happen to you if they figure out you’re not a Beta? You could be fired and taken off the ranks for good.”

“I know,” you snapped, snatching the bottle out of her hand. “I’ll take them.” You tipped a couple into your hand and popped them into your mouth. Leaning down to the bathroom sink, you took a few gulps of water and swallowed the pills. “Thank you.”

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[buckys-other-punk]

The Other Punk’s 500 Follower Writing Challenge!!

Hi all! If you don’t follow me/know me already I’m Alexa-Rae (or Rae). So I’ve been meaning to host a writing challenge for my recent follower count and what a perfect time to do so on my birthday (May 4th)! Lol anyways rules and prompts are below, all are welcome to join!

This is actually my very first time doing this so lets hope it goes well

Here are the rules:

you don’t have to be following me to join (but it would be a nice thing lol)

reblog this or share this post with other people you think would like to join!

send me an ask or dm for which prompt you would like to write and who with. There’s not really a theme for this writing challenge, but maybe next time there will be *wink wink*

1 prompt per person & 2 people can do the same prompt 

Smut is allowed as long as you use the appropriate warnings for readers. SMUT NO-NOS!!: underage, incest, pedo shit

if over 500 words use the read more link thingy

@ me @buckys-other-punk and use the tag #otherpunks500 

due date is September 8 (update: NO DUE DATE if you wanna join/see this late)

shoot me a message if you have any questions :)

Prompts under cut

Prompts:

“That candle smells like Fireball.” “Is non-alcoholics like to call it cinnamon, Becky.” “..who the hell is Becky?!”

“I’m only here to establish an alibi.”

“You hurt?” “No, I normally spurt blood from my rib cage. Thanks for asking.” @nekoannie-chan w/ Brock

“Can you hit him with your knife?” “I believe the technical term is ‘stab’.” @captainscarletwanda w/ Loki

“Quit smirking at me, I’m being serious!”

"So...what do we do now?” @fandomsandxfiles​ w/ Steve

“Did you bring us here to die?” “Obviously.” “I can’t tell if you’re being sarcastic or not.” @chaoticpete w/ Peter Parker

“I regret nothing.” “Because you don’t remember what you’re supposed to regret.”

“I want you to remember: you deserve this.” @thefallenbibliophilequote w/ Bucky

“You’re-you’re crushing my spleen.” “You don’t even know where you spleen is.” @fandomsandxfiles w/ Bucky

 “That’s definitely not true.” “Of course it is. I read it on Wikipedia.”

“That wasn’t meant to be a joke.”

“Can we just...get along?”

“You know I have feelings for you.” “Yeah, I know.” @official-and-unstable-satan w/ Winter Soldier

“I want to take a shower so you should probably join me.” “I’m down with saving water.” @shortpromptlongkiss w/ Buck Buck & @angrythingstarlight

“Bite me.” “Eat me.” @saiyanprincessswanie w/ Bucky

“Kiss my ass.” “With pleasure.”

“Is it still murder if I give them a heads up?” “That’s called a threat.” “Damn.” @stuckonjbbarnes w/ Bucky

“Please! You have to let me make this right.” @kitkatd7 w/ Bucky

“How did that feel?” @buckybarney w/ Steve

“Are you going to cry now?” @mr-skyline-r34​ w/ Noel!Bucky AU

“That hurt you son of a bitch...”

“Can you just fuck off already?!”

“Um, can I help you? Why are you staring at me?”

“I wish I’d never met you.” “No...you don’t mean that.”

“One last time?”

“You’re insane!”

“Where is here exactly?”

“I’m too upset for cookies...what kind?” @theash0 w/ Sam, Buck and Clint

“You call it a problem. I call it a solution.”

“What we have is not love. Not romantic love anyways.” @wintersoldierissucharide​ w/ Bucky

“You’re early.”

“You did what now?” @lostinthoughtsandfeelings w/ Bucky

“Just pretend to be my date.” @just-marvel-fanfics​ w/ Buck Buck

“Are you wearing my shirt?” @arrowsandmixtapes w/ Seb

“Can we just stay in bed?”

“Fuck, you’re hot.”

“Trust me one this.”

“I know you still love me.” @constantaking w/ Sebastian

“Don’t do this here.”

Tagging a few people who I think would like to join: @kitkatd7 @mr-skyline-r34 @msgreenverse @chaoticpete @stuckonjbbarnes @lostinthoughtsandfeelings​ @thorfanficwriter​

[saiyanprincessswanie]

Congratulations lady❣️🧡 if it’s still open- can I get Ransom for #10, the sass quote?

Thank you 💜 It is still open so it’s all yours

[saiyanprincessswanie]

Hey! Congratulations on 500 followers :) If the dialogue “I loved you even when you didn’t love yourself” isn't taken for your writing challenge, I'll do that for bodyguard!Bucky Barnes. Thanks in advance :)

Hi, thank you so much. You have taken the last spot for it. I can’t wait to read a bodyguard Bucky for that 💜💜

[saiyanprincessswanie]

For the characters challenge: Can I have Lance Tucker, A/B/O?

Absolutely, it’s yours! 😊😊

[saiyanprincessswanie]

Hey lovely! Congrats on your milestone 😍 I’d love to join your challenge could I please have #8 for Ransom?

Hi, thank you so much for joining 💜 #8 with Ransom is your 😊😊

[saiyanprincessswanie]

Could I do dark!Bucky Barnes with the ‘love at first sight’ prompt and #12 line?

Absolutely 😊 thank you for joining the challenge. Can’t wait to read it

[saiyanprincessswanie]

Ahhhh!!! I loved this @nekoannie-chan. Thank you so much for participating. I about died of laughter when Nat said something 😂🤣 If you aren’t following her go do so now! She is an amazing person and writer 💜💜

The best mission

Pairing: Steve Rogers X Reader

Word count: 1096 words.

Summary: You were trapped in a security house…wait…what plot? Doesn’t matter.

Warnings: Smut…plot? What plot? This fic is +18

A/N: This is my entry to the @saiyanprincessswanie ‘s 500 Follower Writing Challenge with the quote #11:

“What are you doing? We could get caught!”

“Isn’t that part of the excitement?”

My native language is Spanish so I wanna improve my writing skills in English if you notice any mistake please let me know and I will correct it.

I don’t give any kind of permission that my fics be posted in other platforms or languages (I translate myself my work). If you find any of my works on a different platform and is not one of my accounts, please let me know. Reblogs are fine.

My other media where I publish: Wattpad, Ao3, ffnet.

If you like it please vote, comment, and give me feedback to improve my skills and reblog.

  The mission had been a success however the problems began when you were in the safe house because of the snow and it was night, any form of communication to the base failed, it was not feasible for them to leave in the vehicle either, the amount snow was too much, walking was not an option either, the best thing was to wait until it was the day to see how you solved the problem.

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[saiyanprincessswanie]

For my writing blog 0dakyu, can I please have #18 with our lovely Ransom? ❤️

💜💜 absolutely! I can’t wait to read it