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Happy Little Family
📖"A Clever, Tricky Little Kitty Cat: Just like her Mommy"
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader
Rating: Explicit
Word Count: 4407
Tags: dark!Bucky, mafia/mob au, dubcon/noncon, a/b/o, threats and coercion, rape, forced pregnancy, forced domestic "bliss", yandere, kid fic
Summary: You thought you'd left behind the man who turned out to be more dangerous than you'd ever imagined. But one day he walks back into your life and reminds you that, come hell or high water, you're all going to be one happy. little. family.
This chapter: Bucky shows up unannounced at your cottage, shattering the peaceful life you thought you'd reclaimed for yourself and your daughter. He's reclaiming what's his, and he isn't planning on accepting a "no."
Nickname Dictionary:
vorishka = "little thief"
mamochka = "mommy/little mother"
kotenok= "kitty/kitten"
omegya = (made up) Russian spelling of omega
omegechka = (made up) "little omega"
shlyukha = "slut"
krasotka = "Pretty(n.)/pretty one"
1. A Clever, Tricky Little Kitty Cat, Just like her Mommy
"And then the knight took the princess away to his castle, and they lived happily ever after."
You're just outside the nursery when you hear his voice, and ice cold fear instantly floods your chest. You drop the laundry basket and run into the room, and there he is: seated in the chair you nurse from, reading one of the antique fairytale books that your mom gave at the shower, holding your baby.
"James," you breathe, horrified. He's been smiling down at June, but now his face smooths out as he looks up at you. He isn't frowning or glaring, but you know him, and there's a storm behind those eyes that makes dread curl heavy in your stomach. "Hi Doll," he says quietly. "It's good to see you again."
Your heart pounds in your chest. You feel sick. One wrong move and who knows what he'll do. You take a cautious step forward, eyes searching James' body and anywhere nearby for a gun. You don't see one. You take another step. "James," you warn,
June makes a happy gurgle at seeing you, and James coos down at her, "Aw, yeah Sweetie. I'm happy to see Mommy too."
Mommy. Hearing that word come out of his mouth, in a setting like this, is a nightmare you've woken from more than once. You lick your lips and hold out your arms, pleading, "Please give her to me."
He acts like he hasn't even heard you, smiling and tapping June's body with one finger. "We were just reading a story. Little lady is gonna be a big reader one day, I bet. Gonna grow up to be real smart." His gaze slides back to you, with what you interpret as a world-of-hurt-coming-your-way look glimmering in his eyes. "A clever, tricky little kitty cat. Just like her Mommy."
A whimper escapes you, unbidden.
June starts squirming in his lap, eager to get to you. When he doesn’t hand her over, she starts to fuss. He coos at her and bounces her in his arms to calm her, kisses the top of her head while keeping his somber, reproachful eyes on you. “You left your door unlocked,” he says. “She was alone.”
She’d been down for her nap when you went downstairs and popped across the street to visit with Hilde, your one friend in the world. It’s so common for mothers to do, in this tiny, Nordic village you’ve settled in. It’s the culture here. It’s supposed to be safe. You swallow thickly, eyes flitting around to try and think of what to do. You think of your gun, so far away. You’d talked yourself out of keeping it tucked behind your bed, so now the only weapon you own is down in the kitchen. But maybe … maybe if you can get him away from June …
“You should be more careful, Little thief. You never know who might break in and take everything you love.”
“The only thing we had to guard against here was you,” you hiss. “And I’m not fool enough to think a locked door would keep you out.”
“You’re damned right it wouldn’t.” He tosses the storybook aside like trash and stands up with June in his arms. “But you are a fool if you thought there was anywhere in the world you could go where I wouldn’t find you.”
You flinch forward compulsively, unable to think of your own safety over your baby’s. “Please, James,” you beg. “Please. Just give her to me.”
“Oh no, Dollface,” he purrs, voice deceptively soft. “We’ve got a lot of catching up to do, and you aren’t gonna want her in the room when it happens.” His hands tighten threateningly on June’s little body. “Whose baby is this?”
You blanch. “Don’t hurt her.”
“Aw. You don’t want me to hurt her?”
“No, please!” The sob that’s been working its way up in your throat finally breaks. It’s killing you not to rush forward and snatch her from his arms. “Please, I'll do anything.”
“Is that so?” He stares at you long and hard. The few seconds of silence are torturous as he holds your daughter away from you.
James is one of the deadliest people you’ve ever met, and he’s capable of horrendous violence, but he wouldn’t hurt a baby, that much you do know. What you have to worry about most right now isn’t him physically hurting her; it’s him wanting her, whisking her away right alongside you, when he inevitably takes you from this place. There’s nothing you can do to prevent your own fate, but if there’s anything you can do to keep him from getting his hands on June, you’ll do it. Your eyes flit around the nursery frantically, its pale, dream-like decorations taunting you as you try to think of what to do. It feels surreal to have a man like James standing in this room, feels wrong.
Your heart leaps when he suddenly moves, but he’s only turning to walk over to the crib, bending and placing June in it with a surprising amount of care. Something painful lances in your chest at seeing him handle her so gently, but when he turns back around to you, all of that gentleness is gone. “Come on,” he snaps. “To the other bedroom.”
You hesitate, not wanting to leave your daughter alone, but he stalks forward and grabs your upper arm, herding you out of the nursery and down the hallway. In your bedroom, he pushes you onto the bed. You land in a heap and scramble to prop back up on your hands, trying to swipe the hair out of your face.
“Whose baby is that?” he demands. “Tell me. I want to hear you say it.”
His Voice. God. After almost a year and a half it should be lessened. The pull you feel when you hear it has no right to tug at you the way it does. You’re not even mated, which makes it all the more insulting. It gets in through your ears and spreads throughout your body, like an invasive plant, growing and sinking its roots into you and tug, tug tugging on your will: Whose baby is that.
You fight the awful urge to tell him, as you rapidly, fearfully weigh your options. It’s hard to think when you’re so frightened, so taken aback. Most people might think it wise to admit the truth, but you know this man, this alpha, and you know he’ll never let her go if he knows that she’s his. Anything, you think. You have to do anything you can to keep her from that life, that world.
Heart in your throat, you insist, “Noone.”
“Noone?” His visage darkens. “Artificial insemination, then? I know they’re progressive and all up here, but don’t take me for a fool, mamochka.”
“It was just some guy! Just a one night stand, I swear!”
He surges in, gets one knee up on the bed and pushes you onto your back when you try to get up, leaning over you and holding you down by your shoulders. “So you did let another man fuck you,” he growls.
You jut your chin out and hiss, “Yes.” (Lying Rule #1: deliver your bullshit with confidence).
“Who? Was he alpha?”
“Why do you care? It was one night in Oslo.” (Rule #2: add in one or two unimportant details.)
“What’s. his. name?”
A bitter sound escapes you (Rule #3: attach honest emotion to it, if you can). “I don’t know his name. I never did. I was just racking up a roster, just wanted to get laid after getting away from you.”
He bares his teeth at you in a snarl, furious, and shoves you harder against the mattress. You cry out and try to hit him, but he catches your wrists and holds them down to the bed easily, shoving you again, one of his powerful thighs pressed up between yours. “You’re mine,” he growls, getting in your face, lying on top of you. “Noone else’s. Not ever.”
You whimper and nod, shaken and keenly aware of his body on top of yours, his strength. James is a massive hulk of an alpha, capable of overpowering you in any situation, and even through your frantic thoughts, you know you’ll never be able to get away from him in close contact like this. He’s so angry, his scent gone thick and choking. You’re too panicked to plan out what it is you’re going to say next, you just wind up instinctively trying to placate him, blurting out, “What do you want?”
He leers down at you. “I want what’s mine. What’s always been mine.” On your wrists, his fingers tighten cruelly. “You’ve had your fun now, and gotten away with it for too damn long. You’re coming home with me, Little thief.”
You gasp as the pressure on your wrists increases painfully, mind flying to that cold, Siberian fortress and the life that awaits you there. You might be able to get away from him before then, but you might not, and you can’t risk June being trapped there as well. “Okay, okay! I’ll go with you, I will. Wherever you want. Just … Please let me give her to the neighbor. Please.”
He smiles nastily down at you. “Oh, you don’t want her to come along? Another man’s pup?”
Tears press at the backs of your eyes at the thought of leaving your daughter behind, but you shake your head. “Please. Just take her over to the woman across the street. She’ll look after her. Please James, she's my daughter. I won’t fight you if you leave her there. She’s nothing to you. Just let her stay where it’s safe.”
Something in his expression shifts, but you don’t have time to figure out what the emotion might be, before he shutters again. He leans down and purrs, “Oh, I don’t know, vorishka [little thief]. You stole some very valuable things from me. And since I don’t see any fucking Picassos hanging in this hovel you call a house, I assume they’re in the wind.”
It wasn’t as though you’d simply been able to run away. Escaping had required finances, techniques, firms of dangerous men hired to plant false leads, erase tracks, ferret you away into oblivion, and then move halfway across the globe and buy yourself a new identity. The bribes alone had eaten up most of the money. You shudder in his grip, knowing that the paintings wouldn’t save you, even if you did have them. “They’re gone.”
“I know they’re gone, Little thief.” He shoves his thigh down against you. “So how are you gonna make it up to me?”
You whimper. “I can’t,” you plead. “James. I don’t have anything.”
“Oh, I don’t know about that. I can think of a few ways you can start repaying your debt.” He runs one hand down your side, groping your waist as he breathes softly against your ear: “For instance, do you have any idea what she’d be worth on the black market?”
It takes you a split second to figure out what he means, and your heart seizes in terror as soon as you do. You know James is involved in every type of shady, illegal dealing there is in the world, but you’d never even considered the idea of human trafficking. Now that he’s said it, you panic that you’ve made a huge mistake by lying that the baby isn’t his. “James,” you whisper, horrified. “Alpha, please.”
“Oh, it’s Alpha, now, is it?” He chuckles meanly, the sound making your stomach churn. You’re about to say something else, beg in some other, pitiful way, tell him he’s June’s father, but instead you cry out as his hand fists in your hair and yanks your head to the side. His breath hits hot against your skin and he drags his nose up the side of your neck, scenting you. “Mmm,” he hums darkly, pleased. “You spread your legs for another man, but you didn’t let anyone in here.”
You squeak when his teeth scrape over your still-unmarked glands. “No!” you gasp, just as much an answer as it is a plea for nim not to bite you. “I didn’t, I didn’—”
“Shut up,” he snaps, closing his teeth down on the spot. You whine as he pulls your hair and slowly increases the pressure of his bite, threatening to break the skin. Horrified, you feel your body responding with arousal, heat blooming deep in your core. You squeeze your eyes shut, and sure enough few seconds later James is inhaling deeply and chuckling. “Oh, kotenok [kitten]. Still the same as ever, huh?” He shifts, hand slipping down between your legs and cupping you from over the fabric of your dress. “Ripe for your Alpha’s touch, even after all this time. How sweet.” Humiliated rage bubbles up inside of you and you glare up at him. He’s looking down fondly at you, eyes heated and lip drawn into his mouth. He lets it slide back out between his teeth and murmurs, “It’s okay, you know. It’s everything to me, omegechka [little omega], the way you respond. It’s only natural.” You growl angrily, but he just hums and tugs your hair again, other hand molding to your mound and rubbing. “Shh sh sh,” he hushes, when you cry out louder. “Don’t want to scare the whelp, do you?”
You freeze, listening to try and hear June. She’s whining from over in her room, not understanding why she’s been left alone when she can hear her mommy’s voice just down the hall. “Please,” you whisper, locking eyes with James again. “Please. Let me go to her.”
He grinds the heel of his hand against you. “I told you, Dollface. You don’t want her here for this.”
He kisses you on the mouth, chaste and lingering; so gentle that for a split second it makes you ache for what you once had with him. James always was very good at making love to you, at lavishing you with a softness and a tenderness even in the darkest of times. But now you can only shiver underneath his weight, because you know that’s not what’s about to happen.
“Seventeen months, moya omegya,” he rumbles quietly, lips brushing yours with the words. “My bed suddenly cold, not knowing if you were alive or dead. Do you have any idea what that did to me?”
His tone of voice is so intimately familiar that it makes your heart clench, bringing back memories of a life you’ve fought so hard to put behind you. “Please,” you whisper. “Don’t do this.”
He tuts and shakes his head softly, as if he’s actually remorseful. “How this goes depends entirely on you. I want you to know that.” He hasn’t stopped working his hand against you, rubbing his palm against your clit and smiling at how you shudder beneath him and your body betrays you. You watch his nostrils flare as he smells the reaction he’s pulling from you against your will. “Sweet girl,” he coos. “You just can’t help it, can you?” You toss your head and screw your eyes shut, but he’s having none of it. He yanks your hair and hisses at you to open your eyes. “No,” he warns, once he’s got your attention. He moves back, getting up onto his knees and shrugging off his jacket. “You’re going to watch. The whole time.” His hands land on his belt, the buckle clinking as he opens it and undoes his pants. “I want to look right in your eyes while I take back what’s mine.” He shoves his pants down along with his underwear. His cock springs free, already hard and wet at the tip. A part of him that’s been inside you hundreds of times, probably. Something you’ve craved and debased yourself for.
Seeing it reignites your shame, but it’s the way you feel your cunt pulse and release a fresh wave of slick, that really makes you start resisting again. “Nnh!”
“Ah ah ah, Dollface. That’s not gonna work.”
“Nugh! Lemmo go!”
You fight, of course you do, but it’s almost worse that way, as it only points out how comically mismatched you are to him. He laughs at you and holds down your thrashing body, barely even grunting from the effort of subduing you. “Shh sh sh,” he hushes, chuckling breathily as he forces you down with one hand and strokes himself with the other. “I have to tell you, kotenok. I’ve been looking forward to this.”
“I hate you!” You manage to get a hand free and you flail, hitting and clawing at him. He inhales sharply as your nails scratch his face. He knocks your hand away with a surprised hiss and, wide eyed, touches the spot where a tiny line of red is welling up on his cheek. The next thing you know, he’s backhanding you, sending spots into your vision and knocking you out of your senses for a few seconds. Your ears ring and you blink, stunned.
His hand appears at your throat, squeezing, pressing up against the arteries. You briefly grapple with him, grabbing his forearm and fighting, but then his thumb notches into place and digs into your glands. Your cries taper off and you go limp with a pathetic, mewling whimper. “Nnnh …”
He leers down at you, adjusting his grip, still jerking his cock as he subdues you with the Hold. “Weak,” he says. “But that’s just how I like you.”
His thumb rubs in circles, sending a rush of liquid gold through your veins. It worsens the situation between your legs, and you can’t hide that any more than you can hide the humiliated tears that prick to your eyes as he shoves your dress up and rips your underwear straight off of you. He coos when he looks down and sees how wet you are. “Oh, omegechka.” He knees your legs further apart and drags his cockhead through your folds. “And this is you hating me?”
You shake with a silent sob, despising him with your whole being, hating yourself for reacting this way. Before James, you’d never met a man who coveted your omega nature so much, hadn’t known what it was to need an alpha that way, to have your body need him. And to think: you used to like it.
He lines himself up and sinks inside of you in one, unyielding push, forcing you to open to him, carving out his space inside of you. You cry out at the force of it, body clamping down hard and the delicate skin at your entrance stinging from the stretch, but he doesn’t stop until he’s fully seated. “Fuck,” he groans, grinding in deep, his pubic bone pressing against your clit, laughing darkly when it makes you squeal. “Oh, you sensitive?” He does it again, and again, doesn’t stop until he gets a high pitched, warbling moan from you. “Theere she is.” He digs his thumb in harder against your glands and stares right in your eyes as he watches the effect it has on you, soaking up the flush in your face and the furious tears welling at the corners of your eyes. “I know, Sweetheart, I know,” he murmurs. “You really can’t help it, can you?” You whimper and he nods along in mock sympathy. “Poor little thing. I can’t imagine what it must be like, to need it that bad.”
“James,”
He pulls out halfway and shoves back in, hard, rumbling in pleasure when it elicits another yelp from you. His other hand grabs at your waist, fingers digging into the soft give of your body. He hums dirtily. “I have to say, I’m pleasantly surprised. You look good for having just pushed out that pup. You look healthy.” You whine in protest and he fucks in hard again, baring his teeth in a mean smile. “Yeah, momma, you heard me.” He pulls out, thrusts back in.
“Ss-stop.”
He laughs. “Don’t be like that, krasotka [Pretty(n.)]. I like it. You always were too skinny for my taste.” He runs his hand from your waist up to the top of your dress, yanking it down along with the cup of your bra, and groaning when your swollen breast spills out. You squeal in rage as he curses quietly, eyes going molten and unfocused. “Fuck, Honey, look at you.”
You start thrashing again hard, trying to hit him, but you only get a glancing blow to the side of his head before he refixes his hand on your throat and clamps down in another Hold. He gives you a firm shake. “Settle down. I told you: I like it..”
“Nnn, fuck you!” You spit on him, but he only laughs and wipes it away, leering down at you and continuing gleefully,
“Shouldn’t be skinny like some damn underwear model. Mm mn, naw. Now you’re nice and soft, just like you should be. Somethin’ for Alpha to grab onto. Bitty waist and a fat ass.” He grabs your waist again and pulls you down into the next roll of his hips, changing the angle and hitting that spot inside of you that makes stars burst in your vision.
“Ah!”
“Mmhm. Right there baby? Yeah, thaat’s the spot. I remember.” He’s panting open-mouthed, breathless as he taunts you, “I remember everything. What you like. How you feel. The sounds you make. Fuck.” He shoves into you hard and holds there, his licked-red lips curling up wickedly. “Your cunt’s fluttering around me, Sweetheart. Clamping down so fucking hard.”
“Nnh!”
He laughs, but his smile slackens as his own pleasure continues to build. He angles back and looks down your body, stares at where his cock is disappearing inside of you with lewd, wet sounds. “Shit, momma. And this pussy snapped back real good, didn’t it?”
You cry out angrily, but it’s what he wants: to see you aroused and humiliated and furious at him. He sets a punishing pace, his hips slamming against you hard on the end of each, brutal thrust; his open belt and the zip of his fly digging into your ass every time he grinds inside. “You haven't been fucking anybody,” he says smugly. “How long’s it really been, mamochka? Hm? How long since another man was in this cunt?”
You moan miserably, his cock driving hard against your walls, too rough but not painful enough to keep it from feeling good. James is big, has an alpha’s cock, and it’s never been a physical possibility for him to be inside of you and not rub against every spot that makes your body light up in pleasure. You shake your head and try to close your eyes, but he pushes his hand up harder underneath your jaw, shaking you. “Uh uh. Look at me.”
You can’t fight off the command of his Voice, not when he’s already dominating you so completely. Your eyes open against your will, full of tears, and he rumbles in satisfaction.
“Better.”
Every whimper and mewl you make drives him on, stoking the angry satisfaction that’s burning in his eyes—eyes that you can’t look away from as you cry out again and again, little “Ah, ah, ah's” that interrupt the cadence of your skin slapping together, all of his eager growls and satisfied grunts.
“That’s it, shlyukha,” he pants, hips snapping in hard, again and again. “You—ugh—you let Alpha know how good that feels. Don’t hold it back from me.” His breathing is getting heavier the closer he gets, his composure and even his anger losing some of their hold as he fucks you harder, sinks down on you farther, covers you with his body fully as he ruts into you in pursuit of his climax. “Shit,” he hisses not far from your ear, face stuffed in your neck.
You keen high in your throat at his proximity to your bonding glands—a plaintive sound that directly contradicts the panicked ‘no!’ that flashes in your brain. His hand leaves the front of your neck and scoops around behind instead, gripping you at the nape in a Scruff that feels just as toe-curlingly right as the Hold had.
For a very split second, his breath hitches and his growling trips into a needy whimper. “O-oh …” And that’s when you feel it: his knot starting to catch on the end of each thrust.
“Ah!” You cry out sharply and grab onto him, helpless to keep your body from seeking out more, from clinging to him and clamping down hard as his knot grows and triggers you into orgasm. “Hhgnn …”
He goes feral when he feels your body locking down on him, growling and shoving in and grinding to ensure that he catches inside and ties you together. His hand abandons your neck entirely as he gives in to the instinct to rut, both arms wrapping around your waist, scooping under your back and holding you still for him to fuck furiously against. The tug of his knot inside your cunt makes you sob and come harder, losing sense of yourself as the pleasure cuts through you like a knife.
“Fuck, fuck, ohhfuck …” The sound of his deep voice, so lost in the desperation and helplessness of his own pleasure, makes your belly flare hot with new arousal even as you’re coming down the other side of it. You gasp and pant, and eventually whimper as the bliss dissipates and you become more aware of him on top of you, grunting and groaning and fucking into your tie as he rides out the long, debilitating climax of an alpha.
You keep your eyes closed and cry, hating that it still feels good as he fucks into you, grinds down on your clit and gives your another orgasm, and another. You wait for him to finish as your brain fills with the high that comes after, that unavoidable pink cloud that you know is going to seal your fate and make you helpless to him for the next thirty minutes, at least. You squeeze your eyes shut and turn your head in the direction of the pillows.
As the high starts to take you, you think about how, if you’d just kept your gun holstered behind by the headboard like you’d planned, you could be blowing his brains out right about now.
A.N.: Soooo ... This is the rape-iest thing I've ever ever written. I hope y'all are okay. Just wanted to drop a note to let you know that this fic WILL lighten up and not be quite so, well, rapey, in the future. Thanks for reading! 💖Sarah
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dial 'u' for uncles | @sparkagrace
steve x bucky | 7.4k | teen | last train home series
tags: modern au, established relationship, babysitting, light angst
fills: @allcapsbingo | card AC1006 | O1: "is this stuff coming out of you?" | monthly mission: three-day weekend.
“Yeah, kids sleep anywhere. He’s like this big.” Bucky gestures with his hands roughly the size of a watermelon. Steve doesn’t trust Bucky’s measurement scale. “I’ll go let Becca know it’s a go ahead. It’ll be fun, honey!”
With a smack of his lips to Steve’s cheek, Bucky bounces out the kitchen, stealing a couple of carrot batons before he goes. Steve stares down at his chopping board and knows instantly that this is a bad idea.
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Steve helps Bucky babysit his nephew for the weekend. It does not go to plan.
Part of the last train home series.
#all caps bingo#stucky fanfiction#stevebucky#stucky fic#steve x bucky#my fic#bingo fills#last train home series
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Bleeding Into Focus
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Rating: T
Relationships: Jonathan Byers/Steve Harrington/Nancy Wheeler
Characters: Nancy Wheeler, Steve Harrington, Jonathan Byers, Jim "Chief" Hopper
Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Hurt/Comfort, Revenge, Blood and Injury, Hugs, Alpha Nancy Wheeler, Protective Nancy Wheeler, Omega Steve Harrington, Hurt Steve Harrington, Alpha Jonathan Byers, Concerned Jonathan Byers, Nancy Wheeler Loves Steve Harrington, POV Nancy Wheeler
Word Count: 2,549
Summary:
S3 AU where seeing the injuries inflicted on Steve by the Russians sends Nancy into the base to get back at the people who hurt him—and realizes she considers him her and Jonathan's mate in the process.
Notes: The base idea is thanks to @pterawaters! I got my Omegaverse Bingo card, was eyeing the "alpha gone feral" square and she suggested some alpha!Nancy losing it at seeing how badly Steve was hurt in Season 3. This fic would not have been written without you, so thank you very much!
This fills a lot of various bingo squares:
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@badthingshappenbingo - "Who did this to you?"
@slumberpartybingo - Truth: How do you show someone you love them?
Steve Harrington Bingo - Possessive Nancy
Tarot Card Bingo - Five of Wands: competition, rivalry, conflict
@halloweenhorrorbingo - Horror: Top Secret Russian Underground
fandombingo - Jonathan Byers x Steve Harrington x Nancy Wheeler
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A Ferret in Bardic Clothing
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Fandom: Witcher
Rating: T (for Swearing)
Words: 2535
Ship: Lambert/Jaskier
Bingo Squares Filled:
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BiKM Bingo: B2 - Ferret Picture
Summary:
Lambert returns to camp to find a ferret in Jaskier's place, and he's pretty sure the ferret is the bard. Did Pretty Boy know Jaskier could do this?
#witcher#jaskier/lambert#ferret!jaskier#animal transformation#save a witcher bingo#bikm bingo#bingo fills
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Jane Foster Bingo 2022 Masterpost
Title: Bunvengers Assemble
Square Filled: O5- Bucky/Jane
Pairings: Bucky/Jane
Summary: Jane gets a big surprise at work one morning.
Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/37591330
Title: Broken Heart Pit
Square Filled: A1- Lokane
Pairings: Loki/Jane
Summary: Jane is a mature, educated woman who just wants to burn some of her worthless Ex’s stuff. To her surprise, she’s not the only one.
Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/38319070
Title: The Wedding March
Square Filled: O2- Aliens
Pairings: Bucky/Jane
Summary: In which Bucky commits property damage and the proverbial knot is tied.
Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/38319496
Title: Mer
Square Filled: O4- Star
Pairings: Loki/Jane
Summary: "What's it like down there?""I could show you," the merman said, his voice like velvet, "please, let me show you..."
Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/40727553
Title: Gods and Fairies
Square Filled: S3- Loki
Pairings: Loki/Jane
Summary: Loki was just picking some berries when a fairy appeared and slapped his hand away. "Don't touch that bush!"
Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/40847274
Title: Death O’Clock
Square Filled: T3- Free Space
Pairings: Loki/Jane
Summary: "To Darcy, I leave my most prized possession, this antique cuckoo clock which gave me so much joy throughout my life. I hope it does the same for you."They brought out a clock covered in skulls with bulging, hyper-realistic eyes covered in suspicious red stains."...nope." Then Darcy left.
Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/40499811
#Jane Foster Bingo#Jane Foster Bingo 2022#Jane Foster#Lokane#Bucky/Jane#Bingo Fills#Masterpost#Prompt Fills
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New Merthur Fiction!
Broken writer's block with another fill for @merlinbingo!!
#merthur#merlin#bbc merlin#merlin bbc#arthur pendragon#arthur x merlin#slash fic#my writing#merlin/arthur#bingo fills#merlin bingo
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2022 Bucky Barnes Bingo Masterlist @buckybarnesbingo
across: B1 | U1 | C1 | K1 | Y1
down: B1 | B2 | B3 | B4 | B5
Bingo square: B1
Prompt: [image] Bucky in Howling Commandos uniform
Ship/Pairing: None
Rating: Gen
Tags: Bucky Barnes, What if…? Bucky, moodboard
Warnings/Triggers: None
Summary: A fashion style moodboard featuring Bucky’s coat
Bingo square: U1
Prompt: Karaoke Battle
Ship/Pairing: Bucky Barnes & Steve Rogers & Sam Wilson
Rating: Gen
Tags: Bucky Barnes, Sam Wilson, Steve Rogers, karaoke battle, 40’s music is cool, stubborn supersoldiers, moodboard
Warnings/Triggers: None
Summary: Karaoke night is always a battle. Bucky and Steve occasionally side against Sam just out of principle.
Bingo square: C1
Prompt: Eyeliner
Ship/Pairing: None
Rating: Gen
Tags: Bucky Barnes, Winter Soldier, moodboard, eyeliner, makeup
Warnings/Triggers: None
Summary: There was a time when Bucky would have squirreled away a makeup ad, if caught, he could say it was for his sister. He loved the looks of the models’ eyes. Today Bucky embraces the 21st century ability to do his eyes up like the starlets and models he used to study.
Bingo square: K1
Prompt: Insomnia
Ship/Pairing: None
Rating: Gen
Tags: Bucky Barnes, Winter Soldier, insomnia, moodboard
Warnings/Triggers: blood, strangulation
Summary: Bucky [canonically] has nightmares about his existence as The Winter Soldier. On those occasions when he can sleep, that is.
(A/N: the flowers; passionflower, chamomile, valerian, and lavender are supposed to aid sleep)
Bingo square: Y1
Prompt: Bakery AU
Ship/Pairing: Bucky Barnes & Sam Wilson
Rating: Gen
Tags: Bucky Barnes, Sam Wilson, Bakery AU, moodboard
Warnings/Triggers: None
Summary: Classic cake decorator Bucky Barnes and Contemporary Cake Decorator Sam Wilson are rivals in every baking competition. They’re the men to beat. Recognizing this, they come together to open a bakery to showcase both of their styles.
Bingo square: B1
Prompt: [image] Blue coat/Howling Commandos Bucky
Ship/Pairing: Howling Commandos
Rating: Gen
Tags: Bucky Barnes, Winter Soldier, moodboard, WWII Bucky, Howling Commandos
Warnings/Triggers: None
Summary: The memories slot into place through a collection of photos from Bucky’s days fighting alongside Steve and the Howling Commandos.
Bingo square: B2
Prompt: December 16, 1991
Ship/Pairing: N/A
Rating: Gen
Tags: Bucky Barnes, Winter Soldier, moodboard, death of Howard and Maria Stark
Warnings/Triggers: Death mention (not depicted)
Summary: December 16, 1991, The Winter Soldier was sent out on a fateful mission to retrieve the super soldier serum carried by Howard Stark and leave no witnesses.
Bingo square: B3
Prompt: Fluff
Ship/Pairing: None
Rating: Gen
Tags: Bucky Barnes, Winter Soldier, moodboard, Animal Death, Adopting a Dog, Kindness of Strangers
Warnings/Triggers: Animal death
Summary: Within Bucky's mandatory reparations in exchange for parole, he also has community service to do. He does it at an animal shelter and struggles with the difficulties of the forgotten.
Bingo square: B4
Prompt: Shelter
Ship/Pairing: N/A
Rating: Gen
Tags: Bucky Barnes, Winter Soldier, moodboard, rescue animals,
Warnings/Triggers: None
Summary: A companion to Just This Once, a fanfiction in which Bucky works at an animal shelter.
Bingo square: B5
Prompt: Running Away
Ship/Pairing: None
Rating: Gen
Tags: Bucky Barnes, Winter Soldier, moodboard
Warnings/Triggers: none
Summary: Bucky, after the pulling Steve from the river and walking away and did a bit of running away as well. Now, he’s done running.
(dividers by @rainbowkisses31)
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Chapters: 2/5
Fandom: Marvel Cinematic Universe
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Darcy Lewis & Steve Rogers, James "Bucky" Barnes/Darcy Lewis
Characters: Darcy Lewis, Steve Rogers, James "Bucky" Barnes
Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Time Travel, Multiverse, time travel - future, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Pre-Captain America: The Winter Soldier, Hot Tub Time Machine - Freeform, Background Jane Foster/Thor, apocalyptic wasteland
Series: Part 54 of Bingo Bonanza, Part 3 of Accident Prone
Summary:
Making her way through a desolate, abandoned wasteland isn't as exciting as the movies make it out to be. Then it's not quite as desolated-or abandoned-as first expected.
Bingo info under the cut
Title: Welcome To The Apocalypse
Squares Filled:
Darcy Lewis Mini Bingo, Weekly Challenge: abandoned spaces/urban decay
Darcy Lewis Mini Bingo, Adopted Prompt: Stained Glass Window
Darcy Lewis Mini Bingo, Dr. Darcy Lewis Card, A002: Free Fill Token
Bucky Barnes Bingo: B2, Steve Rogers
Any Fandom Fluff Bingo: G1, Renaissance Fair
Any Fandom Goes Bingo: I1, Inconvenient Attraction
Marvel Fluff Bingo: I2, Fangirl/boy moment
Multi Fandom Bingo: G2, Gold
Avengers Bingo: A3, Rescue Mission
Author: ibelieveinturtles
Fandom: Marvel
Pairing: Darcy Lewis/Bucky Barnes, Darcy Lewis & Steve Rogers
Rating: T
Warnings: apocalyptic setting, descriptions of destruction
Summary: Making her way through a desolate, abandoned wasteland isn't as exciting as the movies make it out to be. Then it's not quite as desolated-or abandoned-as first expected.
Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/42560460/chapters/107758881
@darcylewisbingohq @buckybarnesbingo @anyfandomfluffbingo @anyfandomgoesbingo @marvelfluffbingo @mfbingo @avengersbingo
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Merlin Bingo 2022 – Masterpost
Welp, I sure didn't get as many fills done for @merlinbingo as I wanted, but here we go anyway!
Horizons Over Battlegrounds
T, 14.5k, square A2 "Happy Ending"
Merlin/Arthur Pendragon, Gwaine & Merlin, The Knights & Merlin
Canon Era; Canon divergence starting in episode 04x04 "Aithusa" – magic reveal, baby Aithusa, and a BAMF Merlin losing his cool after a prank gone wrong. Good thing that Arthur is around to try and calm him down.
just one more
T, 1k, square A4 "Winter"
Merlin/Arthur Pendragon
Modern Era; Angst with a (potentially ambiguous, if you read it that way) happy ending – Merlin gives up after 1500 years of waiting.
Dragon's Legacy
T, 7.7k, square I5 "Forced Body Modification"
Merlin/Arthur Pendragon
Canon Era; Dragon!Merlin (ish) – When Arthur against all odds manages to mortally wound the dragon, Kilgharrah bestows his magic unto Merlin in an attempt to save his kind.
And that's already it for this year – three more are in WIP stage though and will hopefully be completed sometime during the next round!
My card:
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7, 12, 16 for the chapter ask game 😁😘
Hi Bestie! Thank you for the asks!
7. What is your favorite scene you’ve written so far?
Um, okay, so really this fic is still in the beginning stage and I've only written one scene. So I guess that one.
12. What emotions do you expect your readers to feel?
Hopefully, they'll start out a little bummed but then by the end I hope they have the warm fuzzies. lol.
16. Write the next 5 sentences and share.
Ohhh that's mean. *finds google doc*
“Can you eat while you work?” TK asks.
Carlos looks around the mostly-deserted bullpen and nods. As he types, TK rips open the bag, putting a plastic to-go container near his keyboard, and takes the lid off.
“It smells so good,” Carlos murmurs. He shovels a couple of forkfuls of noodles into his mouth as politely as he can manage, considering how hungry he actually is. “Thank you.”
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Chapters: 9/?
Fandom: Captain America (Movies), Marvel, Marvel Cinematic Universe
Rating: General Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: James "Bucky" Barnes/Steve Rogers
Characters: Steve Rogers, James "Bucky" Barnes
Additional Tags: Domestic Fluff, Established Relationship, Singing, Drabble, Drabble Collection, Nail Polish, Fluff, Light-Hearted, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Board Games, Monopoly (Board Game), Yoga, Space Nerd Bucky Barnes
Series: Part 4 of lavenderbucky's Bucky Barnes Bingo 2022-2023 Fills
Summary:
Scenes of Steve and Bucky's domestic life together. All will take place in the same universe, and each chapter will be fluffy and feel-good! :)
Chapter 1: shower
Notes: This chapter is a fill for Bucky Barnes Bingo 2022's B1 prompt, "Bucky/Steve."
Chapter 2: nail polish
Notes: This chapter is a fill for Bucky Barnes Bingo 2022's U3 prompt, "Nail Polish."
Chapter 3: french braids
Notes: This chapter is a fill for Bucky Barnes Bingo 2022's K3 prompt: "Hair Braiding."
Chapter 4: game night
Notes: This chapter is a fill for Bucky Barnes Bingo's B3 Square, "Board Games."
Chapter 5: yoga practice
Notes: This chapter is a fill for Bucky Barnes Bingo's 2022 K5 square, which was an image prompt of Bucky meditating on a yoga mat.
Chapter 6: movie night
Notes: This chapter is a fill for Bucky Barnes Bingo 2022's C3 prompt, "Free Square", which I've chosen to interpret as "Space Nerd Bucky."
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📖"Temporary Custody"
Rating: Explicit
Pairing: Steve x ofc x Bucky; Steve x Bucky
Word Count: 4861
Tags: Dom/sub, bdsm au, dom Bucky, sub reader, hurt/comfort, enemies to lovers, gay sex'n'stuff, straight sex'n'stuff, Steve being a literal Golden Retriever, mental health issues, dub-con, forced submission, referenced childhood abuse and resultant mental health issues, bakery au, m/f/m, gentle domination, total power exchange
Summary: The stigma and shame of being a submissive has kept Mary unfulfilled and in the closet her whole life, until an inciting incident leads to Bucky and Steve taking her in and giving her everything she was always too afraid to ask for.
Trigger warnings: This story contains themes of eating disordered behavior, body image issues, childhood abuse, self-harm, mental illness, and alcohol abuse.
Wait! I haven't read an earlier chapter of this fic! Story Masterpost
10. S'mores
It’s the “sex play” (God, that term is so cringe) thing being on the table that builds the tension in the apartment, all of them knowing about it but none of them talking about it. Mary sure as shit doesn’t have the guts to break that ice, and now Bucky’s always deep in thought and quiet around her. And Steve, well.
Steve is like a big, mopey golden retriever who knows its humans are upset but doesn’t know how to help besides headbutting things affectionately.
Mary’s feelings for him only grow when she realizes that he really hasn’t told Bucky about that night in the kitchen: the things she’d confided about the razor and her nightmares and sneaking out to the gym. Knowing that Steve’s stuck by his word like that makes her like him and trust him a whole heck of a lot more.
But it doesn’t solve the underlying problem.
There’s a court hearing in front of a judge next month to revisit the custody arrangement—Next month. And one afternoon while Bucky’s out of the apartment, Steve gently informs Mary that Dr. Linda is recommending the order be extended. Jesus fucking Christ.
And then the results to that test Linda made her take, the “Submissive Sexual Interests and Tendencies Assessment”, arrive in the mail (addressed to Bucky, because of course they would be), and Mary gets her hands on them after Bucky and Steve read them, and she’s mortified at what it says about her.
Tendencies: Passive aggression (reactive aggression in lieu of submission), emotional outbursts, low self-esteem, impulsive sexual promiscuity, self-harm, alcohol use disorder, possible co-morbidity (OCD, EDNOS, BDD).
Dynamic Preferences: single dominant authority figure, structured domestic routine, service, discipline, monogamous relationship, emotional bonding.
Recommendations: Following assessment review, patient is most likely to benefit from continued domestic control in a consistent (24/7) environment. Transfer of custody not recommended. Continued therapy sessions and educational courses at CDP highly recommended. Most beneficial therapeutic modalities include limited corporal discipline, sex play, and reward-based service routine.
There’s a ton of infuriating psycho babble bullshit packed into those results that she could get upset about, and she does, but Mary’s eyes track over that one, most-horrible phrase over and over again:
“Transfer of custody not recommended.”
Fuck.
She loses sleep over it, sneaks out of the apartment in the middle of the night and does cardio at the gym until she’s exhausted enough to head back home and pass out. It pisses her off that this is such a thing now. She doesn’t want to be special needs, she should have the right to choose whether she even wants treatment or not! She resents the hell out of Bucky and Steve for having custody of her the way that they do. They’re clearly expecting her to blow up or something, after the news from Linda and the SSITA results come in. It’s so obvious that they’re walking on eggshells around her, Mary halfway wishes they’d just do something. One way or the other, it’d be better than this.
Linda claims that they’ve expressed “positive feelings” about a sexual dynamic, but if they have, they sure aren’t expressing it to Mary. She suspects that most of that positivity has come from Steve, and probably only because he’s a golden retriever in human form who just wants to do what’s right and good, not because he or Bucky are particularly attracted to her.
While she has managed to clean herself up quite a bit since moving in with them, Mary isn’t delusional: she realizes that Steve and Bucky are very attractive men, whereas she’s just average. She tries to tell herself she’s fine with that. She knows Bucky and Steve could probably get like, a supermodel to sleep with them if they really wanted to. Mary’s not in their league, and that’s okay.
But if they’re not attracted to her that way then they should at least have the decency to just say so! At least then she could find someone else, get back on Tinder, or even sign up for one of those ProDoms that the CDP has. Darcy said Thor was good, so maybe Mary could request him? The way that Darcy had described the guy, he sounds like he's a hunka hunka burning Nordic god. Mary could go for that.
She brings it up casually over dinner, framing it lightheartedly, and Bucky literally crushes his water glass in his prosthetic hand. “What?” he snaps, frowning down at the mess he’s just made. “No.”
Mary huffs and goes to fetch the desserts while Steve gets the waste bin and begins scraping the broken pieces of glass into it like it’s just another Tuesday. “I don’t see why not,” Mary complains from over at the counter. She’s pulled the plates out from the fridge and grabs the butane torch for the meringue.
“Jesus,” Bucky exclaims when he sees the industrial sized torch she's wielding. “Where’d you get that?”
Mary purses her lips as she focuses on achieving the perfect amount of toastedness. “Hardware store,” she mutters. “So why can’t I go see one of the ProDom’s again?” She purposefully over-torches Bucky’s meringue, because she can tell that this isn’t going to go her way. “Sounds like a win-win. You don’t have to deal with me, I can meet new people, and insurance pays for it. What exactly is the problem?” She’s trying to force him to admit that he doesn’t want to Dom her sexually, trying to get him to see that something’s gotta give and he’ll have to let her use one of the ProDoms eventually if that’s what the severity of her “condition” requires (gigantic ‘Ew’).
But frustratingly, he refuses to engage with her on the topic. “It’s a no, Mare,” he tells her sternly. “Pros are for people who have more experience. You don’t.”
Mary seriously doubts that. “Linda didn’t say that,” she argues, carrying the plates over to the table and handing the nice one to Steve and the burnt one to Bucky.
He pulls it closer to himself and raises an eyebrow at it. “Linda’s being diplomatic,” he mutters. “I thought you said you were making s’mores?”
Yesterday, Bucky had been talking with Steve about how much they both missed their old camping trips they used to take. The two of them must’ve waxed poetic over campfire s’mores for ten whole minutes. So Mary thought this would be an excellent way to butter them up. Apparently not.
She sniffs and picks up her fork. “They are s’mores. It’s a plated dessert, Bucky. An interpretation. It’s not literal.”
He grunts and peers at his portion, poking it dubiously with his fork. “What’s it made of?”
Mary heaves a sigh and snottily recites: “Honey Sablé, 70% Valrhona cremeux, cold-smoked Italian meringue, torched ‘mallow, Graham crumb streusel, and tempered chocolate stick for garnish." Both Bucky and Steve stop poking at their plates and just stare at her for a second.
“Sounds good,” Steve chirps, and digs into his.
Mary stares Bucky down, until he too, deigns to eat the apparently too fancy for him version of a s’more. “Oh, damn,” he says after the first bite, looking taken-aback. “I can taste the smoke.”
Mary preens, then asks again about the ProDom. “Well if I’m not getting it there then who the heck’s supposed to fuck me?” she winds up blurting out of frustration.
When that direct reference doesn’t elicit any response from Bucky besides a barrage of bossy instructions for after-dinner cleanup, Mary loses a bit of the hope she’d been holding onto that maybe Linda was right about them being attracted to her. She just gave him the perfect fucking opening, and he didn’t take it. She gets the kitchen cleaned up from dinner, resigning herself to another evening of platonic domination that doesn’t quite hit the spot.
Nightly drops are nice. Not as nice as they were in the beginning, the effects having waned quite a bit from what they once were, but still better than no drops at all.
Mary sits on her pillow on the floor, head on the couch cushion next to Bucky’s thigh, listening vaguely to the sound of the television while she enjoys the feeling of his fingers carding through her hair, lightly massaging her scalp. It’s been a while now, and she doesn’t think she’s going to get any deeper. It’s late, already they’ve watched two full episodes of their show, and Mary’s got work tomorrow. It’ll be bedtime soon.
A big yawn works its way up in her throat, and Bucky chuckles when it finally breaks free. “Tired?” he asks.
“Mmhm.” She inhales deeply and sits up, sleepy and squinting. It takes a moment before her eyes adjust to the darkness of the room and Bucky’s form sitting right in front of her. Wow, she’d been really close to him, hadn’t realized just how close. Had she been … hugging his shin? God, she hopes not. Not like she hasn’t spent whole evenings fantasizing about rubbing her face all over his thighs and his— Nope. Not gonna think about that when he’s sitting right there. She tears her eyes away and forces that train of thought to stop right in its metaphorical tracks.
“You good, Hon?” Bucky asks, his soft voice drawing her attention back from her own head. She looks up and sees his fond expression, his relaxed posture. Wonders if he’s in Domspace at all. Probably not.
Then her eyes land on the line of his cock at the front of his pants.
He’s hard. Not very, but some. Underneath his sweats his dick is chubbed up enough that it creates a slight bulge against the fabric. Mary freezes, staring for too long before she’s able to tear her eyes away. When she does, and she looks up, Bucky’s watching her with an inscrutable expression. Her breath catches and her mind goes absolutely dumb.
Does he want ..? Should she ..?
She looks back down at it, at the relaxed splay of his thighs. She wets her lips and thinks about reaching forward and sliding her hand over it, what it would feel like, if it would twitch, if Bucky would shiver or make a sound. She wants to touch it, and seriously considers doing so, but when she looks up at Bucky again, he doesn’t look like he’s excited, or anticipating her touching him. He looks … resigned.
“Tired?” he asks kindly. "Do you maybe ... Do you need anything else tonight? From me?"
Mary's lips part, heart leaping at what that might mean ... but then Bucky looks over at Steve with visible yearning in his eyes, and the two of them share one of their silent conversations, brows pinched and expectant.
Oh. Right. Bucky’s just horny and eager to get Steve into bed, wants to wrap this up. Mary wonders if he really can’t tell that she's not far down like she used to get. Maybe he thinks this is all she needs and he really isn’t going to take Linda’s advice seriously. Mary should be happy about that. After all, it’s what she wanted. Isn’t it?
She balls up the hand that she’d been imagining touching Bucky with and nods. “Yeah,” she says. “Yeah, I’m tired. Think I’m gonna … go get ready for bed.”
She glances over at Steve, but he looks mopey and eager to get out of the room just like his husband does, cementing the notion in Mary’s mind that they don’t want to be with her that way. No doubt they will if push comes to shove, because Linda’s told them Mary needs a sexual dynamic, but it’s not something they’re excited about. Mary knows men: They’re not the sort to sit around and wait for a girl they like to make the first move. And certainly not a man like Bucky, of all people.
She tries not to be hurt by it, but still gets a little weepy while brushing her teeth, the unintended rejection stinging more when she’s down in the tingly, vulnerable throes of subspace. She spits, rinses, flosses, rinses. Grabs the mouthwash that she hates to use but that Bucky has ordered her to always use after brushing her teeth at night.
She says goodnight to Steve and Bucky through the safety of her closed bedroom door, and despite her voice being warbly, neither one of them knocks on the door to see what’s up. That drives the point home, and Mary tucks herself into bed with the mindset that she’ll let them know they don’t have to sleep with her just to be nice or to help her or whatever. She’ll just find a way to convince them that she really is fine with going to one of the ProDoms, and that it really is a better arrangement.
Better than a pity fuck, at least.
It’s disappointing to know that Mary prefers the ProDom, that she doesn’t want to make their relationship sexual, but Bucky gets it, and he knows that he shouldn’t be surprised. He’s not exactly an easy person to get along with, after all. He’s prickly as fuck, grumpy, bossy, selfish. And aside from her natural submission, Mary’s personality clashes with his horribly. Steve is essential, but he just isn’t enough to successfully buffer between the two of them—not enough to make her want them that way, at least.
Bucky can see the profound disappointment in Steve’s eyes that night, as Mary doesn’t react the way they were both hoping, doesn’t take the offerings Bucky puts out.
They have to let it be her choice, of course, having planned it out and discussed it between just the two of them. It's all anybody ever talks about in the D/s community these days: making sure subs are the initiators at key moments like this, not letting domination creep in and become manipulation-so easy to do with how naturally vulnerable and people pleasing submissives are. Gone are the days when Doms like Bucky were encouraged to guide new partners in the "right" direction. That leads to too much trauma, too many subs in situations they don't really want. Mary has to be left to make the choice on her own, it's her right.
But it's still the hardest fucking thing for him to do, to just sit there and wait passively. And it still stings when she looks straight at his erection and declares that she’s ready for bed. Well, if it wasn’t clear before.
Steve looks like a friggin’ kicked puppy, as he stands outside of Mary’s closed bedroom door and bids her goodnight. Bucky nudges him in the direction of their own room and murmurs, “Come on, Sweetheart.”
In their bedroom, they each get undressed. Steve continues to mope, so Bucky goes up to him and places a hand on his shoulder and rubs. “Hey. Don’t sulk. You’ve still got me.” Steve’s mouth twitches in a small smile and Bucky’s heart flares with fondness for him. “You wanna play a game?” he offers, leaning in and kissing him once on the lips. “Mm?” He looks down pointedly to both of their boners that haven’t completely lagged since tv time ended.
“Okay.”
Bucky hums and turns, putting his left shoulder out. “Lend a guy a hand?” Steve obliges. He removes the prosthetic arm with practiced motions. Bucky moans quietly at how good it feels to get the heavy weight off. “Fuck.” He rolls his shoulders, cracks his neck each way with a blissed out groan. “Yes.”
“You’ve been wearing it more than usual, lately,” Steve points out, going over to set it on the table at Bucky’s side of the bed. “Why?”
He already knows: Bucky can tell from the way he asks it. He grunts and looks away, refraining from answering. He normally only wears the arm to work and to the gym, skipping it around the house or when he’s just got simple errands to run. There’s a surprising amount he can do just fine without the use of two arms, and he’s been confident about being seen in public without it for a long time now, thanks to Steve and their friends at the V.A. Being self conscious about it again after all these years isn’t something Bucky wants to admit out loud or think about, but Steve isn’t stupid. He can put two and two together.
“Babe,” he says softly, walking back over to stand behind him. He wraps his arms around Bucky’s waist and noses into his neck. “It’s nothing to be ashamed of.”
Bucky inhales deeply. “I know. I’m not.” Steve makes a sound that clearly says he doesn’t believe that. But Bucky doesn’t want to talk about it, so he reaches back with the only arm he has to grab playfully at the side of Steve’s ass. “Go in the bathroom. Get the water going how I like.”
Steve groans and thunks his forehead against the back of Bucky’s neck. “Not that game,” he complains, though there’s no conviction to it. He slinks off towards the bathroom to go do as he’s been told. “I hate that game.”
“Fuck you. You love that game.”
Steve shoots him the finger from over his shoulder, but something about his naked body and tight little ass being on display strips the gesture of its animosity. He disappears into the bathroom and Bucky walks over to their bedroom dresser to grab a hair tie, still snickering. He sobers when he takes one from the valet tray and realizes that he’ll have to have Steve tie his hair back. That’s one thing he never could figure out how to do one handed. He stands there and looks in the mirror above the dresser, studying the left side of his body in a way that he rarely does anymore.
He’s gotten so used to it: his life with Steve, whom he knows down to his bones accepts him unconditionally. He’s almost forgotten what it feels like to be self conscious about his body. Bucky hasn’t known how to talk about it, and Mary hasn’t asked. She’s seen him with his sleeves rolled up to the elbow, or in tee shirts at the gym, but that’s all so far. Sometimes he’ll catch her looking, but he’s got no clue what she’s thinking. He considers his reflection, looks at the scars and puckered skin, the implanted base of the arm where his stump used to be. He doesn’t like the uncomfortability of being critical of his body again. In a way, he almost resents Mary for it, for making that feeling come back after all these years. Silly, he knows.
“Babe?” Steve’s voice calls out from the bathroom. Bucky’s ears register the sound of rushing water. “You coming?”
Bucky inhales deeply and decides it doesn’t matter anyway. Mary wants a ProDom, not them, so he doesn’t have to stress over what she thinks about any part of his body, let alone the one part he doesn’t have.
“Yeah.” He turns his back to the judgmental mirror and heads towards his very non-judgmental best guy.
“Okay. Stop clenching.”
Steve exhales shakily, but he does obey, body slumping back against the end of the tub as he relaxes his muscles. “Fuck,” he breathes, overwhelmed.
“Hand too, Baby.”
His hand abandons his dick in the bathwater. “Ungh.”
Bucky smiles lazily and rubs the side of his foot against Steve’s hip in praise. “Good boy.”
They’re in the bathtub together, opposite ends, legs tangled. Their combined bulk displaces the water all the way up to above their shoulders, but that’s part of the game: they’re not allowed to splash on the floor, so they can’t jerk off very hard or fast. First one to splash water on the floor is the automatic loser and has to bottom the next time they fuck (Bucky added that little caveat because he’s very good at not splashing, whereas Steve is hopelessly clumsy and overeager ). “How you doing, Sweetheart?” he asks, drinking in the sight of Steve with his lips parted, chest heaving, squirming. He’s pink from temple to tits, flushed from the bathwater and arousal both, and Bucky loves it. “You’re not close already, are you?” he tuts, grinning. “So sensitive.”
“Buck,” Steve croaks, heated eyes dragging over Bucky’s body at the other end of the tub where he’s still gently jerking himself off. “Please.”
Bucky affords himself another toe-curlingly good swipe over the head of his dick before he nods. “Okay. Slow. Just like me”
Steve huffs and wraps his hand back around himself, stroking his dick in slow, measured strokes, just like Bucky said. Bucky’s guts warm and another heady rush of dominance swirls low in his belly at watching Steve do exactly as he says. “You can start workin’ it again, too,” he says.
Steve moans gratefully. “Thank you. Fuck.” His abs start clenching, his body straining again with visible tension as he works the Aneros that’s seated up inside him. Under the water, his knees move in and out in that instinctive motion as he tries to rock it just right. But it’s hard to do it with the water so high, and more than once he catches himself and holds back at the sight of the bathwater sloshing precariously close to the lip of the tub. At one point he gasps and his eyes slam shut, and Bucky figures the toy must’ve shifted to press even more directly against his prostate.
“Ooh, does that feel good, Stevie?”
Steve peeks his eyes open, glaring across the way at him. “You know it does.”
Bucky does, in fact, know exactly how good it feels—because he’s got another of the exact same toy inside of himself, right now. “I don’t know why you still agree to play this game,” he taunts, grunting from the effort of holding back his own moan as his prostate gets a firm prod from the head of the toy. “You—nngh—you always wind up losing.”
“Yeah, well …” Steve’s throat bobs as he swallows heavily. “Maybe I don’t mind you coming out on top, sometimes.”
“Sometimes,” Bucky scoffs, but he’s breathing heavier than he was thirty minutes ago, his composure slipping the longer he works the toy inside himself and jerks himself off agonizingly slowly underneath the water. In fact, he’s not even sure it even counts as jerking off at this slow a pace.
Edging is something he’d introduced Steve to early on in their relationship, as soon as he’d realized how delightfully sensitive his new boyfriend was. And Steve, the big idiot, had worried Bucky wouldn’t like it, had actually thought of it as a negative! An absurd notion that Bucky promptly disabused him of. Watching his ungodly sexy blond behemoth of a husband whine and squirm and struggle to hold himself in check is one of the fucking hottest things Bucky’s ever seen—and he’s seen a lot. He’d been a bit of a manwhore back in his heyday, racking up the bodies as he fought to find himself as a Dom and accept the body an IED had left him with.
Steve, his overly-sensitive, glorious hunk of a then-boyfriend, had helped him to do both. And it’s times like this where Bucky remembers just how goddamn lucky he is. Having Steve to love and fuck around with feels like the best gift in the world.
At the other end of the tub, the water sloshes as something he’s done to himself makes Steve’s breath hitch in another helpless moan. He tosses his head back for a moment, eyes clamped shut as his expression crumples beautifully and he whimpers. Bucky’s ass clenches down hard in arousal at the sight, which only makes the toy in his ass rub over his prostate that much better. His cock throbs as his pleasure flares dangerously high. Fuck, he wants to come.
Licking his lips, he decides it's time to end this. His balls are pulled up too close to his body, taut and full and aching for release. Trying to school his breathing into something resembling nonchalance is a lost cause, and his face feels almost as flushed as Steve’s looks right now. Bucky decides to call it, because even though he’s the automatic favorite to win this game every time, he is capable of losing, if he gets too caught up in ogling Steve’s body and reactions and doesn’t focus enough on playing his cards right. “Okay,” he finally says, smirking when Steve’s head jerks back to attention, his irises visibly flaring in excitement. “Yeah, Baby. It’s time.”
“Fuck.”
“You ready for the home stretch?” He waggles his eyebrows and lets his head rest back against the tub, spreading his legs wider and keeping his eyes on Steve. “Gotta keep up,” he instructs, even though Steve already knows how this goes. When Bucky tightens his hand and speeds up the pace of how fast he’s jerking himself off, Steve copies him. That’s how it is at the end of this—totally-rigged-in-Bucky’s-favor—game. They both jerk off at the pace that Bucky sets, and the first one to splash water on the floor or come is the loser. It’s not very fair, but Bucky never claimed he was a fair guy. He is, in fact, selfish as fuck.
Lucky for him, Steve’s into that.
“Fuck,” Steve pants from his end of the tub. He slides down lower, keeping more of his body under the water in an attempt to prevent splashing. It’s a futile effort, though, because he’s doomed to lose anyway with the faster pace that Bucky’s set. Already, he’s going lobster red in the face, brow pinched and desperate, knees knocking the sides of the tub as he compulsively works the toy in his ass.
The arousal in Bucky’s gut coils tighter at the sight. “Watch my hand,” he warns, when he notices Steve slacking off. “Gotta match it, Baby.”
“I am.”
“Tighter,” he says, eyes gleaming. “And stop avoiding the head. I can see you cheatin’ over there, Punk.”
Steve whimpers, and Bucky knows that he really wasn’t going as tight as he is, because Steve’s hand changes its hold and he starts getting the head of his dick with the same intensity that Bucky is. Bucky grins open mouthed, panting. “Atta boy.”
“You should—ugn.” Steve grimaces. “Should get a penalty, for being cut. I should get an extra, nnnh, th-thirty seconds, at least.”
Bucky laughs, because trust Steve to think of a sportsman’s solution to the inequity of their dicks. Steve being uncut means that it takes less intense stimulation for him to come. They both know this, Bucky loves this, and again: he never claimed the game was fair. “No penalty,” he grunts, speeding up his pace even further. Steve’s eyes widen but he matches it. Bucky grits his teeth. He can hold out long enough. Steve’ll blow in seconds at this pace.
And sure enough, it’s not even twenty seconds later when Steve is crying out, body tensing and muscles straining gorgeously as he seizes up and starts to come. “Agh!” His knees fling out hard and hit the sides of the tub, splashing water over the lip to the floor below. But he hasn’t even noticed, he’s so lost to his orgasm. His asshole is twitching, sucking on the Aneros as the contractions of his body pull the toy up against his prostate again and again, drawing the pleasure out. He shoves down hard in the water and shouts louder, as though he’s getting a second orgasm on top of the first. “Ohnfuck …”
Bucky groans as he watches it happen: Steve’s gorgeous face and juddering hips, big hand wringing up hard underneath the head the whole way through. The fucking sounds he makes, Jesus wept. It’s leagues better than any porn Bucky’s ever seen. “Fuck, Baby,” he praises. “Yes. Fuck that’s so hot …”
Steve’s hand keeps working the whole way through, only abandoning his cock once it’s fully spent and softening, the cloudy ribbons of his cum floating away in the bathwater. “Fuck,” he exhales hugely once it’s done, letting his body go lax and slump so far down that only his face is above the waterline.
Bucky grunts and spreads his legs wider, not heeding the splashing rule now that he’s already won. The water splashes precariously as he shoves his hips down and down and down, squeezing the shape of the toy inside so fucking perfectly. Fuck, it feels fucking good working over his spot like that. “Oghnnn,” he pants, grunting and groaning and jerking his cock hard. “Fuck, Baby. You’re so fucking pretty. Fuck. M’gonna cum …”
Steve gives a sated hum from his end of the tub. Bucky can sense him shifting in the water, and then gasps when he feels the ball of Steve’s foot gently press up on his balls. His eyes fly open and he looks down. “Oh, shit,” he whispers. “Fuck, fuck.”
Steve grins and rubs his foot against him. And Bucky doesn’t have that fetish, but there’s something so fucking perverse about seeing Steve’s toes up against his balls that it turns his brain to mush anyway and pushes him right on over into orgasm. He shoots off beneath the water, stroking and thrusting and moaning—and probably splashing water all over the floor just as badly as Steve ever has.
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Avengers... Assemblé
Avengers... Assemblé | @sparkagrace
fills: @stuckybingo B3: team cap | @allcapsbingo B5: au: ballet
tags: moodboard, steve x bucky, team cap, ballet au, brief mentions of racism and abusive practices
word count: 460 words
credit: @cable-knit-sweater for the title! ily bb 💘
Welcome to Team Cap Ballet Studio, a contemporary ballet school in the heart of Brooklyn run by married couple, Steve Rogers and Bucky Barnes. They're joined by Natasha Romanoff, Sam Wilson, Wanda Maximoff, Clint Barton and Scott Lang.
Steve Rogers and Bucky Barnes
Once primos in their own respective ballet companies, the two dancers fell in love but grew frustrated by the lack of inclusion and diversity in the industry. They tried in vain to push for performances where they could have Swan Lake with two male leads or Giselle with two female leads instead of the traditional stories. As they neared retirement, and now married, the two began serious discussions about creating their own studio where they could push the boundaries of their art and find a space for other like-minded dancers to join.
Natasha Romanoff
Natasha was the rose of the Red Room, but they were notorious for creating an unhealthy environment for their dancers, most of whom were extremely young and vulnerable. Unable to keep dancing for a company who did not respect their dancers, Natasha blew the whistle and was blacklisted by the stalwarts of the industry almost immediately. Thankfully, Bucky got in touch with her and offered her a teaching position at Team Cap. Not only is Natasha a creative director, but she also ensures that the dancers have a safe and open environment.
Sam Wilson
Sam Wilson is one of the best dancers of his generation. His elegance and technique is impeccable, as well as being one of the nicest and most personable athletes in the business. Unfortunately, the industry is too traditional and conservative to give him the leading roles that he deserves. Time and time again he's been passed over for lesser dancers, and it's not hard to understand why. Jaded and disillusioned by his treatment, he almost hangs up his ballet shoes only for Steve to reach out and ask him to be Team Cap's primo.
Wanda Maximoff
A young prodigy, Wanda’s grace on the stage is unrivaled. Trained in the Red Room, she was made to dance over and over again until she was perfect. Thankfully, Natasha took her under her wing and brought her over to Team Cap, where she’s thriving in an environment that looks after her. As a result, she’s been positioned as one of the best prima ballerinas and wanted by every company. However, her loyalties lie with the studio that saved her.
Clint Barton and Scott Lang
Clint and Scott found out the hard way that the industry looks down on those who don't conform to their standards. Despite being great dancers - agile and strong - they haven't been given the chance they deserve because of criminal records from youthful indiscretions. It didn't matter how much they had worked to put their pasts behind them, they felt shunned by the business all the same. That was until Steve and Bucky brought them into the fold. Now they teach ballet and dance to kids in similar positions to help give them tools and show them that there's always a way out and proof that their past doesn't dictate their futures.
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Master Art Post - Bucky Barnes Bingo 2023 card B050
This Bingo was a lot of fun, Blackout achieved! All the links are below for the master post.
----B FIlls--
B1 Title: Hold Me, Square B1, Prompt: AU: Wings, Pairing: Clint/Bucky, Rating: Teen.
Link: https://rufferto9.tumblr.com/post/729919491057795072/hold-me
B2 Title: Capital “R” Rake, Square B2, Prompt: AU: Regency Era, Pairing: None. Rating: General
https://rufferto9.tumblr.com/post/738574155229822976/viscount-james-barnes-capital-r-rake
B3 Title: Was Going to Kill you, but Nah, Square B3, Prompt: Hospital AU, Pairing: Bucky/Clint, Rating Teen, Link: https://rufferto9.tumblr.com/post/718677033947889664/was-gonna-kill-you-but-nah
B4 Title: I feel like an idiot, Square B4, Prompt: On The Run, Pairing: Bucky/Sam Rating Teen
Link: https://rufferto9.tumblr.com/post/728314098145722368/i-feel-like-an-idiot-bingo-fills-all-caps
B5 Title: Smooth Operator, Square B5, Prompt: Wake Up!, Pairing: Bucky/Miguel O’hara Rating: General , Link : https://rufferto9.tumblr.com/post/740285058689204224/not-so-itsy-bitsy-
----U Fills ----
U1 Title: A Nudge in the right direction, Square U1, Prompt: Body/SwapSharing Pairing: Bucky/Sam Rating; Mature
Link: https://rufferto9.tumblr.com/post/728688464473800704/a-nudge-in-the-right-direction
U2 Title: I’d Wait Forever, Square U2, Prompt: Coma, Pairing Bucky/Tony, Rating: General
Link: https://rufferto9.tumblr.com/post/735182783274745856/id-wait-forever
U3 Title: King of the Town, Square filled U3, Prompt: Never Meant To Hurt You Pairing; Bucky/Clint. Rating: Teen and Up
Link: https://rufferto9.tumblr.com/post/719152998433079296/masterpost-for-king-of-the-town
U4 Title: A date with America’s Ass, Square U4, Prompt: Nicknames, Pairing: Bucky/Steve Rating: Teen
Link: https://rufferto9.tumblr.com/post/727218911689539586/a-date-with-americas-ass
U5 Title: Incorrect Calculations, Square U5, Prompt: Time Heist, Pairing: Bucky/Steve, Rating: General Link: https://rufferto9.tumblr.com/post/739547942483034112/incorrect-calculations
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C1 Title: You Jump, I Jump, Square: C1, Prompt: Confessions in a Desperate Situation, Pairing Bucky/Steve, Rating: General
Link: https://rufferto9.tumblr.com/post/739457520059432960/you-jump-i-jump-title-you-jump-i
C2 Title: An Alternate Captain America Costume, Square C2, Prompt : Pets, Pairing Bucky/Alpine Rating; General
Link : https://rufferto9.tumblr.com/post/715349928482930688/an-alternate-captain-america-costume
C3 Title: Bucky By Night, Square C3, Prompt: Picture of Winter Soldier, Pairing n/a, Rating: Mature
Link: https://rufferto9.tumblr.com/post/717946364547432448/bucky-by-night
C4 Title: Waiting For Something More, Square C4, Prompt Steve Rogers/Captain America, Pairing Bucky/Steve Rating: Teen,
Link: https://rufferto9.tumblr.com/post/735932973308952576/waiting-for-something-more
C4 Title: On the road to Wakanda, Square: C5, Prompt: Wakanda, Pairing: Bucky/Alpine, Rating General
Link: https://rufferto9.tumblr.com/post/740556692474003456/on-the-road-to-wakanda
----K Prompts----
K1 Title: Team Building with Nerf Weapons, Square K1, Prompt: Nerf/Water Gun War, Pairing Clint/Bucky, Rating: General.
Link: https://rufferto9.tumblr.com/post/738286412131155968/team-building-with-nerf-weapon
K2 Title: Thanks For the memories, Square K2, Prompt: Spa Day, Pairing; Bucky/Nat, Rating: G
Link: https://rufferto9.tumblr.com/post/740556234911088640/thanks-for-the-memories
K3 Title: Suspicious Dance Partner, Square K3, Prompt: Mythological Creatures, Pairing Bucky/Clint, Rating: Teen
Link: https://rufferto9.tumblr.com/post/717906725155536896/suspicious-dance-partner
K4: Title: I'd do more for you but I can't, Square K4, Prompt Accidental Villainy. Pairing Bucky/Steve, Rating; Teen
Link: https://rufferto9.tumblr.com/post/727757707299487744/id-do-more-for-you-but-i-cant
K5: Title: Mission Failure, Prompt: Au:Thief, Pairing: Bucky/Red Guardian, Rating: General,
Link: https://rufferto9.tumblr.com/post/740284466380095488/mission-failure
----Y PROMPTS----
Y1 Title: Soldat is still within you James., Square Y1, Prompt a picture of bucky, Pairing; Bucky/Zemo, rating General
Link: https://rufferto9.tumblr.com/post/737370290566381568/soldat-is-still-within-you-james
Y2 Title: Revenge from Beneath, Square Y2, Prompt: Conflicting Obligations/Oaths, Pairing None , Rating : Teen
Link: https://rufferto9.tumblr.com/post/718892885438840832/revenge-from-beneath
Y3 Title: Most Can't Afford Him, Square y3, Prompt: Reluctant Teamwork, Pairing: Bucky&Teammates, Rating: Teen
Link: https://rufferto9.tumblr.com/post/716889170407227392/most-cant-afford-him
Y4 Title: Gotta Love Those Beans, Square Y4, Prompt: AU: Coffee Shop, Pairing: Bucky/Clint Rating: Teen
Link: https://rufferto9.tumblr.com/post/717526295392681984/gotta-love-those-beans
Y5 TItle: Taking Chances, Square Y5, Prompt: Sarah Rogers, Pairing: Steve/Bucky, Rating General
Link: https://rufferto9.tumblr.com/post/734743238088458240/master-art-post-taking-chances
#bbb2023#buckybarnesbingo2023#bucky barnes#helmut zemo#clint barton#red guardian#alpine#sam wilson#steve rogers#natasha romanoff#bingo fills#blackout#CARD B050
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Title: Until My Last Breath
Creator: DobbyRocksSocks (@dobbyrockssocks )
Rating: Teen and Up
Archive Warnings: No archive warnings apply
Additional Tags: Hanahaki Disease, Female Harry Potter, First Kiss, Slow Build, Tom is a Dumbass
Summary
She never would have chosen to live in a gilded cage, but when she lost the most important fight of her life, that was exactly where she ended up. Will she ever be free?
#tomarry bingo#bingo fills#teen and up audiences#hananaki disease#female harry potter#first kiss#slow build#tom riddle
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@codywanfirstkissbingo: kissing through smiles
They had to share a bed. Yes, it was integral to the mission. A new species of octopus was discovered and his name is Obi-Wan. Cody sweat his ass off with the cuddle monster bodily attached to him and subsequently knocked their pillows and duvet off the bed in his sleep. Regardless, they slept well and are having an even better morning. Good for them :3
bingo card under the cut (bingo!!!!!!! I got a bingo!!!!)
This is my last artwork as I was only going for one bingo (and simply posted on this schedule to drag out my posts haha)!
#codywan#star wars fanart#cwfkb2023#commander cody#obi wan kenobi#my art#last bingo fill from me!!!!#i decided to use a reference for the pose and it was probably a bad decision because#it had lens distortion and foreshortening due to the camera angle. just looks odd here.#however they are still undisputably cute!!!!
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