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TSB Round 6 Roundup - Week 6!

Collaborator : Becca Card Number: 6023 Square Filled: T4 - Kidnapped! Title: Reverse Psychology Link: AO3 Pairings: Steve/Tony Word Count: 2865 Rating: Teen Major Tags/Triggers: Graphic Depictions of Violence Summary: “Please,” he breathes. “Don’t–don’t hurt me. Please. H-he’s a super soldier, he can take it.”

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Collaborator : Archi Card Number: 6040 Square Filled: S3 - Art Format: Warm Colours Title: Time's Never Been Our Side (So Would You Wait For Me) Link: AO3 Pairings: Steve Rogers/Tony Stark Word Count: 1079 Rating: Gen Major Tags/Triggers: Tooth-Rotting Fluff, Steve Rogers Loves Tony Stark, Tony Stark Loves Steve Rogers Summary: “You’re safe with me. You know that, right?"

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Collaborator : Archi Card Number: 6040 Square Filled: A3 - Free Space Title: Until We Grow Old Link: AO3 Pairings: Steve Rogers/Tony Stark, Peter Parker & Steve Rogers & Tony Stark, Peter Parker & Steve Rogers, Peter Parker & Tony Stark Word Count: 1020 Rating: Gen Major Tags/Triggers: Alternate Universe - No Powers, Superfamily, Adopted Peter Parker, Birthday Summary: "Papa! Happy birthday!" Peter yells, jumping up and down on the bed. "Okay, okay, I'm up!" Steve chuckles. Or: Steve celebrates his birthday with the ones he loves the most.

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Collaborator : Archi Card Number: 6040 Square Filled: K3 - Tony/Steve Title: I Will Give You The Moon, It's The Least I Can Do Link: AO3 Pairings: Steve Rogers/Tony Stark Word Count: 1424 Rating: Gen Major Tags/Triggers: Tony Stark Is a Good Bro, Crack Treated Seriously, Selkie Steve Rogers Summary: It was getting to the point where he was resembling that meme that Peter had shown him once, of that deranged-looking man with a conspiracy theory board behind him. Except his “conspiracy board” was a hologram, complete with clues and dates, all pointing to one thing. Steve was part seal.

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Collaborator : deehellcat Card Number: 6028 Square Filled: A3 - free space Title: when god gave us mirrors he had no idea, chapter 1 Link: AO3 Pairings: pre-WinterIron Word Count: 696 Rating: Gen Major Tags/Triggers: Avengers as Family Summary: As the Avengers prepare to celebrate Pride, a lonely Tony finds a new crush at the library, a sexy bookworm with secrets of his own…

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Collaborator : Tweetthang96 Card Number: 6011 Square Filled: R5 - Kink: Alpha/Beta/Omega Society Title: Key Party Link: AO3 Pairings: Darcy/Bucky Word Count: 1807 Rating: Explicit Major Tags/Triggers: A/B/O dynamics, rope bondage, bdsm dynamics, polyamory Summary: To keep the Avengers Tower polycule’s play time fresh, Tony introduces the concept of a key party. Half of the group have keys, the other half draw one or two from the lot to select their partners for the evening. Darcy and Bucky get paired off in chapter 1, and have a very good time.

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buckets-and-trees · 6 months

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Warm Shadows - When You Fall On Me Like Night (1/4)

Fandom: MCU Collection: Warm Shadows Title: When You Fall On Me Like Night Characters/Pairings: Alpha!Bucky x f!Reader, Alpha!Steve x f!Reader Word Count: 2.5k

Summary: Nothing is more beautiful than the weeks you spend each year now in Wakanda, but that beauty will be lost forever when the unthinkable happens.

Content Warnings: DARK STORY, a/b/o dynamics, explicit smut, NON-CON scene, heartbreaking fluff AND angst, vaginal fingering, implied offscreen vaginal intercourse, biting/claiming, scenting, sexual use of a prosthetic, kidnapping, DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT

Logistical Notes: Another submission for @buckybarnesbingo - K3: Metal Arm. Lots of wrath for @nickfowlerrr's Seven Deadly Sins + Seven Holy Virtues writing event. And a little something chilling for @witchywithwhiskey's Horror Movie Hoe-a-thon (dialogue prompt in bold and italics when it appears).

Additional Notes: This whole concept sprung from a very silly meme @vonalyn shared in July that I giggled at and then though... oh, but what if dark...? @navybrat817, @vonalyn, @rookthorne, and @biteofcherry all indulged me playing with this very dark concept since then and helped fuel some of the ideas. Bolded dialogue is some fire Navy contributed during the inception of the idea, italicized dialogue and part of the title are lines from Hozier's De Selby (pt. 2) that stuck with me for Bucky and the reader.

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“Bucky!” your admonishment has no real intent behind it, and he knows it, especially because even though he’s interrupted your light dozing one of your hands immediately threads through his long hair as he trails kisses along your bare shoulder toward your neck. When he licks over your bonding mark, your heart stutters and your eyes slip closed again.

You hold him there for a moment before urging him up to kiss your lips. His mouth slants against yours, and when he licks at the seam of your already kiss-swollen lips, you moan and open for him, tongue seeking his. He moves so his body is half over yours, and while he leans to support some of his weight on his right arm, he cradles your jaw in his left hand, his vibranium thumb brushing softly over your cheek – a gesture so simple, yet one that spoke volumes as it had taken time for him to freely trust that any intimate moment meant the same with either hand on you, there was no inhibition to it now and hadn’t been for years.

When you have to break off the kiss for air, Bucky trails kisses over your other cheek. He’s in that place between bearded and clean-shaven, and you revel in the feel, the nuzzling soft against your skin.

“Bucky, you just had me in the river,” you laugh breathlessly.

“Mhmm,” he hums, pressing a kiss to your temple.

“And we were in the river because we were sweaty and a mess from you taking me here twice before that.”

“And?” he prompts, moving back just enough to grin at you – but it’s that wolfish grin he always gets when he wants to ruin you.

“And I don’t have the stamina of a super soldier,” you remind him.

“So lay back and let me continue to please my omega the way I want to.” His lips press a kiss to your forehead, and your eyes flutter closed again. He softly kisses one, then the other, and your heart swells. You’re both still naked from your swim, and so when his hand reaches down between your legs, there’s nothing hiding your folds from him, and as his fingers part them, he laughs against your lips. “You may be short on stamina, but your body is always ready for me, Omega,” he says, and he slips a finger into the slick already gathering again for him.

He nips your bottom lip, but he’s already moving down your body.

You keen when he slips a second finger into your channel.

“Bucky, we were going to watch the sunset.”

“You watch the sunset while you watch me make you see stars.”

He takes his time pulling that last orgasm from you, and then he joins you in watching the last moments of the sun sinking down behind the horizon. Then he lays back fully and bends his left arm behind his head. You tuck yourself into his right side, resting your head against his soft flesh shoulder. You place a hand over his heart, and his fingers skim slowly up and down along your arm.

You’re both quiet for a while, contentment awash over you as the darkness falls and the stars emerge.

“I don’t want to go back,” you sigh.

“I can carry you to the hut, sweetheart,” he chuckles.

“No, I mean I don’t want to leave Wakanda.”

He first brought you to Wakanda for your honeymoon, and then again every year since. It was his haven when he became the truly free version of himself again, and so he had wanted to share this sanctuary with you. Neither of you ever wanted to leave, but you did know leaving it meant it kept it the truly precious place in both your hearts.

He’s quiet for only a moment. “We don’t have to,” he says, “I don’t care where we are, I don’t need anything but you.” He presses a kiss to the top of your head and his arm shifts you even closer to him. “You’re my everything, my home, my solace, my happiness.”

He turns his head and captures your lips in a kiss that has you both trying to pour the depths of your devotion into your other half. “You know why I’m so insatiable for you?”

You want to retort with something sassy, something seductive, but his tone was so quiet, almost reverent, that you can’t. Instead, your heart swells, and you simply say, “Tell me.”

“Beyond the pleasure, I crave the moments when I don’t know where we begin and end. You’re mine, and if I lost my sight or my hearing, I’d still know you by the working of my hands. Do you understand?”

Your chest ached with yearning even though you couldn’t be held any more tightly in his arms. You loved him like breathing – essential and constant. “I could fade away with you, lose myself in you,” you reply fervently. “You hold my whole heart, Alpha.”

The kisses and touches that follow are intimate but not heated or lust driven. It doesn’t matter that you’ve been bonded for more than three years, everything is perfect in this moment. Nothing ever gets old with him, only deeper with all the new days you spend together, season after season.

When it’s late enough that the moon is high, you finally help each other dress and walk back to your small hut. You have your arm around his waist, and he has his arm around your shoulders. You’re pressed so closely into each other’s sides that as you get closer to your Wakandan home, you notice the change in his body when Bucky senses a different presence, but a soft breeze moves past you and you both catch the whiff of the intruder.

“Is that…?” You trail off and look up at Bucky with a faint smile.

He laughs. “Steve?” Bucky calls out ahead of you toward the hut. “Hope you don’t mind Steve spoiling our last few days alone here, I guess,” he adds more quietly to you, but his tone is all warmth for his best friend since childhood.

It’s strange that there’s no light and that Steve hasn’t answered, but you suppose he may have arrived much earlier and could already be asleep.

But that’s not the case when you enter. Steve has his back to you, standing ramrod straight in a dark tactical suit you’ve never seen before.

“Steve?” Bucky prompts.

“No,” voice flat as he turns. “Captain Hydra.”

You yourself gasp, but it’s nothing to the overwhelming chill of fear and dread you feel from your Alpha, it permeates to the bone.

The only thing Bucky can think to do is move in front of you, but that’s nothing to this stranger before you. He came prepared, and with abrupt and lightning movements, and you can’t even move to run before Bucky is incapacitated. Your moment of indecision between checking on your alpha and escaping the threat is all he needed to knock you out.

It's still dark when you start to come to, and you groan as someone slaps your cheek. It’s the chilliest part of the night, maybe an hour before dawn, the time when you usually snuggle closer in the sheets of your simple bed to your super soldier, but you’re not in bed. Your arms hanging limply at your side are cold, but there’s heat at your back, and your head hurts. You’re in someone’s lap, their arm around your waist like a vice.

“Here she is,” the voice in your ear is just as cold as the chill in the air, and it’s all wrong because that voice isn’t supposed to be cold, and it’s also not supposed to be that close to you.

You shift, your body spiking with alarm, and adrenaline floods your entire body and brings a rush of your last coherent moments back to you.

You’re in the lap of Captain Hydra.

“We’re ready for you now,” he continues. "Save your breath for screaming."

Your eyes meet Bucky’s and you can feel the fear and rage permeating everything, bleeding heavily through your bond with your alpha. He’s restrained across the room, deposited on his side but facing you. His right arm is bound to his side, but his vibranium arm has been removed – something you know only a handful of people in the world have been trusted with the knowledge of how to do, Steve being one of them.

"You were a better soldier when you were broken," this man who used to be Steve says. “So how about I break you again? Take the thing you love most.”

“Don’t. You. Touch. Her.” Bucky’s growl is noxious.

But the Captain only gives a single, hollow laugh. “I’m already touching her,” he says, and to emphasize the point, one of his gloved hands comes up to grip your throat dangerously. The arm around your waist loosens, but you don’t dare move, and he moves that hand unabashedly over your breast on its way to grip the collar of your simple dress before tearing it down, ripping it away to completely expose your chest.

Your eyes burn with tears of humiliation. Bucky has seen every inch of you, loves every inch of you, but you don’t want him to see you like this, and you don’t want this stranger to see any bit of you exposed.

He tweaks a nipple hard enough that your yelp in pain. Another chuckle in your ear. Then his hand moves from your nipple up to your left shoulder and pulls the fabric away completely.

You’re fighting with your brain and your hindbrain to move, to fight, but as distressing as this is, it’s also confusing because this is supposed to be Steve. This was a person you had trusted because Bucky had, and Steve had never given you a moment’s hesitancy to question that. Ever. You were accustomed to being around his scent, knowing it meant additional security, but this nightmare was vivid and real, and no part of this soldier was Steve.

He nuzzles his chin over your bare neck, and you sob. “No!” He’s scenting you, so the next words from his mouth don’t shock you, but they do terrify you.

"Other alphas tried to make their own claim with a bonded omega. Never worked out. They weren't strong enough.”

He pushes on the tender bonding mark Bucky gave you at your mating ceremony, and you whimper. Bucky flinches. No one but a mate is supposed to touch something so sacred.

“Steve, don’t do this,” Bucky half warns, half implores. You’ve never felt fear like this, and you know not even a fraction of it is for himself, but all for you, which makes it all the more terrifying – because if he could hold it back, he would, but it’s clearly consuming him to a point he can’t hide it.

“But we're not ordinary alphas, are we, Soldat?"

His bite on the other side of your neck is abrupt and painful, but the scream you make is because it’s also violating in a way you’re not prepared for, flooded now with a connection to him. You go almost completely limp in his arms.

He pushes you to the floor. “On all fours and keep your eyes on him.”

It’s an alpha command.

You can do nothing but assume the position. Bucky had never given you an alpha command. He was against it with every fiber of his being because of the orders and brainwashing he’d been powerless to for so many years.

Your new alpha is behind you in an instant, and he rips the rest of your clothing away. He’s still completely clothed, and one of his gloved hands smoothes down your spine – slowly, tender if he were a lover and not your tormentor – and he bows your back, exposing your most private parts to him.

He leans over you and hovers in that intimate spot for a moment, cheek to cheek, rubbing his bearded chin along your jaw, all of it feeling so wrong. His mouth pauses just next to your ear, and you’re filled with dread over what he’ll say next, but instead his teeth nip and drag at your earlobe roughly, making you wince.

He laughs and leans back up, resting against his haunches.

You furiously blink away tears, and it’s nearly impossible because of the way Bucky is looking at you, with you unable to look away since you’ve been commanded to keep your eyes on him, but the emotions he’s trying to convey to you and to hold back from you are all the more painful.

Then there’s a flash of rage in Bucky’s eyes a second before you feel metal fingers pressing into your hole. Lifeless metal fingers.

“Bastard!” Bucky shouts, and he tries in vain to move, to break his bonds.

You sob silently now because you have to hold any sounds in – because he’s relentless as he fingers your hole with Bucky’s vibranium arm, using the cold fingers that had softly brushed the depths of his love across your cheek with tender strokes, the hand that had given the most exquisite pleasure only hours before. It becomes worse once he’s worked three fingers inside you, because your body produces the slick to accommodate what’s happening, but the wetness starts to make it pleasurable. You’re desperately holding back moans now, and he can tell. They both can.

“It’s okay, sweetheart,” Bucky says.

His reassurance makes your heart bleed.

The captain snarls and slaps your ass hard, jolting you. He tosses the arm away and then his own fingers move to your puffy folds, questing for your clit, which he finds quickly, sending another jolt through you, mounting the awful, sickening wave of pleasure. He rubs tight, furious circles over your bundle of nerves, and he doesn’t stop until you’re finally shaking with the orgasm he demands.

When he gets what he wants, he stops abruptly and slaps your pussy with an enormous amount of strength. You cry out as you collapse to the floor. “We’re done for now,” he says flatly, and you’re finally able to look away from Bucky. You immediately curl in on yourself, weeping openly now.

He stands and moves around your room. He throws clothes down at your feet. “Get dressed.”

It’s not an alpha command, but you know he’s serious, and somehow your brain is able to tell your body to move quickly and you find the strength to do as you’re told – probably because you are desperate for this scene to end, to be covered up. But he watches you dress, giving you no reprieve from your uneasiness.

Once you’re clothed, he moves forward and grabs you, making for the door.

“There’s no corner of this earth you can go where I won’t find you,” Bucky swears.

“Oh, I’m counting on it…” the Captain replies, immediately turning back around to look at Bucky from the threshold. There’s an underlying satisfaction in his voice – almost a hint of amusement, which is the closest he’s sounded to Steve all night. “But not you,” he continues, “only the Soldat will be able to find me.”

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