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bluebellofbakerstreet · 29 days

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A-Z Sherlock Fan Fiction Tropes Bingo

Many thanks to @swissmissing for creating this bingo card! Because I'm like that, I decided to go for a blackout bingo! And because, even as I was typing these, I kept thinking of more wonderful fics that would fit the brief, I hope to fill in my bingo card again. Writers are amazing and deserve to be lauded, and I have left off so many amazing fics and authors. Besides, we all need fic recs. 💙

AU/Amnesia The Murder of Emory J Amat by chriscalledmesweetie. Sherlock and John in 1920's AgathaChristieLand. It's a WIP but is currently updating weekly. (52k, T)

BDSM/Bodyswap - Certain Skills by NoStraightLine. John expressly told Sherlock that if he stole his gun again he’d get the fucking he was asking for. Sherlock “Boundaries Are Boring” Holmes stole John’s gun. (3k, E)

Crossover/Crack - Repo Men by Anyawen. In which Mrs Turner's married ones are James Bond and Q. Q is kidnapped; everybody is a BAMF. (7k, G)

Domestic/Disability A Building of Bridges by pengke. Alternate first meeting. No one would ever send Sherlock in to defuse a stand-off; but on one unlikely day, that’s exactly what happened. “Congratulations, Lestrade,” he called out sarcastically. “You’re traumatizing a war veteran.” (11k, G)

Established Relationship/Enemies to Lovers - Interview by bluebellofbakerstreet. In which the boys are in an 80's punk band, and are being interviewed by Rolling Stone. (2k, G)

Future/Fluff 50. Be You - No one Else Can by KittenKin. John's had a bad day and Sherlock doesn't know how to help. They both feel better at the end, and you will, too. (1k, G)

Gen/Genderswap - The Art of Communication by stillwaters01. Lestrade is receiving odd texts from Sherlock; he reads between the lines and brings help. (2k, T)

Historical/Humor - Acceptable Behavior by bbcatemysoul. Sherlock isn't really sure why John wants to shag him, but he's certain that if he's careful to behave properly about it, John can be persuaded to keep doing it. (3k, M)

Illness/imprisonment - Radioactive Trees in a Red Forest by Maribor_Petrichor. Harrowing account of John's battle with mental health issues and addiction after - you know - everything. (280k, E)

Jealousy/Jilted - Hungry by LipstickDaddy. John can't figure out why Sherlock is being so nice to that new guy working with the yard. (7k, G)

Kids/Kink - The Alchemy of Sea Glass by reveling_in_mayhem. Salt and air and sand surrounded their little party of three. Crashing waves, gull cries, and the exhilarated exclamations of an excited three-year-old served as the soundtrack to a day filled with blue skies and bright sunshine. (22k, E)

Long/Love Triangle The Edinburgh Problem by snorklepie. “A nice holiday, just a bit more...murdery. ” John said drily. “Yes! The best kind of holiday!” Sherlock beamed. “So we won’t get bored!” (152k, E)

Magical Realism/Major Character Death Left by LifeonMars. John Watson is left-handed. He’s tried not to let it affect his life, but as any Lefty knows, that’s almost impossible. (45k, M)

NSFW/Next Gen. Warzone by abundantlyqueer. Three smutty stories that pick up where the first two episodes left off. (13k, E)

Omegaverse/Only One Bed - Scars Don't Lie by CumberCurlyGirl. The prospect of going undercover as husbands to a couples retreat is just too enticing to refuse. (33k, M)

Parenthood/Platonic The Man With the Cartier Frames by JRow. Sherlock's top priority is The Work, just as it's always been ... in between trips to Putney to help with Rosie, collecting Rosie from school, and preparing for Rosie's sleepover at Baker Street. (32k, T)

Queer/Quest Dance With Me by TotallySilverGirl. Sherlock's queer quest for johnlock requires dancing, and some help from Sally Donovan. (28k, E)

Retirement/Road Trip - The Winter Garden by Callie4180. As Sherlock nears the end of his career, he's given the gift of a cottage in Sussex. The honey from the beehives out back is amazing. Almost...magical. (31k, T)

Soulmates/Slow Burn Soul Mate by Mottlemoth. Mystrade. The words appeared on Mycroft's arm aged fourteen. He's now lived with the unfortunate words all his life, not certain that he even wishes to meet his soul mate if that's how the man talks. (4k, T)

Teen AU/Time Travel - The Curious Adventure of the Drs Watson by ShinySherlock. What if ACD Watson and BBC Watson switched places? (40k, M)

Undercover/Unrequited - Last Call at the Homesick Pub by Chryse. During the hiatus, Sherlock is both undercover and suffering from unrequited love. (3k, T)

Vampires/Villain POV - Nine Tenths of the Law by bendingsignpost. John knows what's his - of course he'll kill for it. (Modern vampire AU) (18k, M)

Whump/Werewolves When Your Belly’s in the Trench by Morgan_Stuart. The next time that door opens, John Watson will kill the person on the other side. (4k, T)

Xenomorphism/Xmas - Ghost Stories by SwissMiss. Sherlock's parents think he and John are a couple. They might be onto something. (22k, M)

Zombies/Zoomorphism - Aim for the Head by Breath4Soul. Sometimes you don't really find yourself until everything has ended.A fic about finding love, healing, and purpose after everything has gone to hell. Still a WIP, but worth it. (44k, M)

#fic recs #I reserve the right to interpret categories as I see fit #writers are amazing

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im-sorry-what-ii · 2 months

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my latest attempt at a fic. tadaaa a multichapter icemav baker/mechanic au that i really hope i can eventually finish bc i really love the idea

my contribution to the @topgunalternateuniverse bingo, fill for the prompts Mechanic/Garage and Baker

#randomtacoscry if you see this i am so grateful for your help #top gun #icemav #top gun fanfiction #top gun 86 #tom iceman kazansky #pete maverick mitchell

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late-to-the-party-81 · 5 months

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Finders Keepers - Chapter One

AN: Hey guys - I’m back with my first x Reader story in a few months and of course it’s Bucky. I hope you enjoy this multi-chapter futuristic adventure story, where some elements are complete rip-offs of other sci-fi franchises, lol

Beta’d by @mrs-illyrian-baby

Dividers by @firefly-graphics and moodboard by me.

Bingo Fills - @buckybarnesbingo Square B5 - an Image of Bucky pointing down with a gun

Master list | BBB Master list

Relationship: Bucky Barnes x Female Reader

Chapter word count: 2k

Chapter CW: Cyberpunk/Futuristic AU, Bucky being a dick, Reader has a prosthetic lower leg, world-building, mild angst, minor background PepperRhony.

Chapter 1 - Bucky fucking Barnes

April - 2206

“What are you doing here, dollface?”

You looked up, from where you were sprawled inelegantly on the floor after your fall, into the masked face of your worst enemy. Bucky Barnes.

He stood over you, pointing his stunner in the direction of your chest. It was menacing, but you knew that, at least at this moment in time, he didn’t actually mean it. You batted the weapon to the side with your hand and stood up, scowling at him the whole while.

“What do you think I’m doing? I’m carrying out a Find for someone. What else?”

His ice blue eyes narrowed, but he holstered his stunner and you felt the last of your trepidation disappear. The neon lights from the buildings at the other end of the alley bounced off the plains of his face, highlighting his strong jaw and high cheekbones, despite the half mask he wore.

“Well, sweetheart, I think that you seem to be in my territory.”

You scoffed. “So what if I am, Buck-o? I’m a small potato in this business. Hardly a threat to your vast empire.”

Bucky stepped closer, the rainbow of lights shifting and illuminating the blue-black of his left arm, and unconsciously you wiggled the metallic toes of your right leg inside your boot.

“I didn’t get my vast empire by letting folk like you muscle in. You got something to find for someone, you do it elsewhere. That’s always been my rule and I’m not about to become a bleeding heart now, especially for you.”

You bent down, picked up your backpack and slung it back over your shoulder. “Heaven forbid that the great Bucky Barnes do something that benefits someone else, even if it doesn’t inconvenience him. But don’t get your panties in a wad - I didn’t find what I was after, anyway. See you never, Barnes.”

Without waiting for him to respond, you turned your back on him and walked out of the alley into the bright lights of downtown, heading towards home. You weren’t stupid enough to head directly there though. You took a circuitous route, stopping at the Spectrum for a drink and to check for a tail. After thirty minutes of nursing the luminous concoction you’d ordered and people watching, you decided it was safe enough.

You doubled back the way you’d come, and ducked into an apartment complex in one of the most rundown areas of the city. As you jogged up the stairs you waved and smiled back at the other occupants you saw. Most knew who you were and what you did. People with skills like yours were invaluable. Reaching the top floor you walked past all of the apartment doors until you got to the small supply closet at the far end. Pressing your thumb to the padlock that was on the door until it clicked open, you entered the small space.

You’d done your best with your humble abode. There was a small cot to sleep on, a covered bucket for waste, a large bowl to wash in and then an array of handmade shelves taking up the rest of the space. These shelves were packed with high nutrient rations, the meagre possessions from your childhood and all the Finds you’d picked up because you knew someone would want them sooner or later; an intermix injector for a Mk 2 flyer, a converter for a top of the range holovision and various other easy to transport items.

Was your accommodation legal? No, but you knew no-one in the building was going to rat you out to the mostly absent landlord. You did your share for the immediate community you lived with. Some folk were nice enough to let you use their washing facilities and in return you reimbursed them with any spare credits you had, or offered them discounts on your Finder’s fees for anything they might need to get hold of.

As you closed the door behind you, you let your backpack drop onto your bed, and locked yourself in. You then sat down and pulled out the Personal Access Display Device that, contrary to what you’d told Barnes, you’d managed to scavenge from one of the heaps on the edge of his territory. You couldn’t help the smile that spread over your face at the fact that you’d managed to best him. It was just a shame that you hadn’t gotten in and out without him noticing.

Your smile disappeared and your brow furrowed as your thoughts returned to the embarrassment of getting caught like that. Barnes had startled you, and in the dark you hadn’t seen who it was, so you’d run. You recalled the sounds of the heavy footsteps chasing you and the jolt of fear you’d felt. Fear that had then been tinged with dismay when a projectile hit your back. It didn’t do much damage, thanks to your backpack and leather jacket, but it had knocked you off your stride and you’d gone down, only to roll over and look up into his annoying face.

Snorting at the recent memory, you decided to put Barnes from your mind for the rest of the night. You pulled your mini HV out from under your cot and, after switching it on, hopped through the stations until you found one playing your favourite, trashy soap opera. The actors roamed around in front of you, and you smiled at their antics.

With your entertainment sorted, you reached up onto one of the shelves and grabbed a random savoury ration pack. The text on the side of the silver packaging proclaimed that it was some sort of vegetable curry. You pressed the clicker on the side of the pouch to heat it up and while you waited you got out your tool kit. There was no point handing off the PADD if it didn’t work. You wouldn’t be able to build your reputation that way.

You spent your evening tinkering, laughing at the show and trying not to grimace at your dinner. But you were happy. You didn’t have a lot, but it was yours and still a lot more than some folks had. And when you went to sleep it was with a smile on your face, knowing you’d pulled one over Bucky Barnes.

You woke in the morning to the chiming from your personal comms device. You rolled over with a groan, stretching out your hand with your eyes still closed, until your fingers came into contact with the thin plastic. You cradled it to your chest for a few moments as you woke up the rest of your body, your eyes finally opening and working well enough to bring everything into focus. You brought up your messages and were overjoyed to find that you had a new commission. Someone wanted you to find a Fustan Convertor and you knew just where to find one. First, though, you had to get up, and deliver your Find from last night. That would mean credits and therefore some food that didn’t come out of a foil pouch. You’d managed to grab a shower yesterday, so today you’d settle with a strip wash.

You sat up on your bed and swung both your legs - all one and half of them - over the edge,and shucked your sleep clothes. Your body started to pre-emptively shiver as you dipped your washcloth into your bowl of cold water and wrung it out. You started with the most delicate areas first - your face and then your stump.

You’d long come to terms with your limb difference, the result of an accident when you were a teenager, and we’re glad that you lived in a time when most folk had access to prosthetics that could easily give you back all the abilities of a flesh and blood limb. And it wasn’t just lost limbs either; people who’d lost their eye-sight could gain some semblance of vision back with the latest technology, and the deaf could get cochlear replacements. What hadn’t changed though was the cost of such things, and you knew that paying for your prosthetic was what had bankrupted your family, and why you were living where you were now.

With your ablutions dealt with, it was time to put your leg back on. First was the sensor net that plugged into nerve ports on your thigh and also covered your stump. It transferred signals to your prosthetic once you had it in place and stopped any rubbing against your skin. As always, there were a few moments of calibration, where you had to wiggle your toes and rotate your ankle, making sure everything was properly connected. Then it was time to get dressed and head out.

You carefully placed the PADD in your backpack and slung it over your shoulder, before unlocking your door, exiting and then re-locking it. You jogged down the stairs, in a good mood, and pushed through the exterior door out onto the street, pulling the hood of your coat over your head to protect from the seemingly permanent drizzle that misted over the city.

It was only a couple of stops on the grav-train to get to your client’s lodgings, and you completed your transaction with a smile, the PADD handed off for those all important credits. Your next stop was breakfast.

As you travelled back the way you’d come, your thoughts turned to the man that made your life a lot harder than it needed to be. When you’d first crossed paths with Bucky Barnes, having only heard the odd snippet about him, you’d hoped that you’d be able to make an alliance or at least a mutual understanding. That had all gone out of the airlock before you’d barely had a chance to open your mouth. He’d been immediately combative and rude, telling you to leave his territory, the unspoken threat of what would happen if you didn’t, hanging in the air between you.

You’d resolved then and there to make yourself just as well known as him, if not more, in this business, and if while doing that you trod on his toes, all the better. The guy thought he was the big ‘I am’, and deserved to be taken down a peg or two. No-one in your shared socio-economic bracket could realistically manage on their own for very long - partnerships were the way of the world.

The grav-train swayed to a stop and you walked up the steps and up into the dim light of daytime. You could just about make out the shapes of personal transport vehicles zipping through the sky above the fog that hung at the lowest levels of the city. You’d used them every so often when you were younger, but not enough for you to lose your fascination with them. The memories were hazy now, though. All that remained was the feeling of absolute freedom, and how quiet and clean it was up in the sky. However, for now, you’d just have to rely on your two mismatched feet, and the odd ride on public transport. It was therefore with those two feet that you made your way down the street towards your favourite diner, skipping around the puddles of suspicious liquids, and avoiding the pickpockets.

Despite the daylight hours, Potts’ Diner was still brightly lit, the sign attached to the roof flashing, like a signal beacon. Luckily, there was nothing nefarious going on with the owners, Mr & Mrs & Mr Potts, unless you counted the time they attempted to add fish tacos to the menu - that had not been a good few days.

When you’d first moved to the area, when it was clear you had to find a way of supporting yourself, this diner had been one of the first places you’d come. You’d been here before several times as a child, brought along by your parents for a treat. Mrs Potts and Mr James Potts were always so gentle and kind, and their husband, Mr Tony Potts, was always making you laugh and smile with his antics.

You jogged up the diner steps and the door whooshed open, the electronic rendering of a bell chiming as you stepped through, letting the three of them know that a new patron had arrived. You flashed a smile at Pepper as you passed where she was standing behind the counter and gestured towards your normal booth. She responded with a nod, before turning back to the customer she was currently serving. You slid into the booth, and took off your backpack and coat, stretching your legs out under the table. Your right leg whirred as the pressure on it was reduced and it went through a recalibration cycle.

You were just pondering whether to change up your usual order for one of James Potts’ specials, when a shadow fell across you. You looked up and gasped in surprise as the looming body bent down and slid onto the bench seat opposite you.

“Hey, doll. Fancy seeing you here.”

Bucky fucking Barnes.

Chapter two

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redfurrycat · 6 months

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🐓🤠Hangster Fic-on-Tumblr Recs🤠🐓

🐓🤠Hangster Goodies to Read! 🐓🤠

Check the Top Gun Masterlist post for the latest updated version. 💕

Tumblr Authors: allbark-no-bite, film-in-my-soul, green-socks, hangster-hangout, icemavs, natashatrace, norabrice1701, ravens-words, semperhuggs, tgmsunmontue, the-sun-and-the-sky.

(Use this post to let me know about your works, it’s easier for me to keep track!)

(Reminder to come here in case Our Beloved is Down.

*True Story of why I wanted to do this specific recs list*)

TGMSUNMONTUE (AO3 – SunMonTue)

Tgmsunmontue’s Masterlist, including:

Another Time ➡️ 14 Chapters | M | BodySwap | Jake wakes up in Rooster's body ~30 hours post-Mission and they have to deal with it. They're adults. Apparently.

Bird on a Wire ➡️ 3 Chapters | E | Meet-cute | Jake tries to make a good impression on one of the servers at a restaurant. Except he turns out to be the head chef. Who in turn tries make a good impression. Their families try and help.

He remembers ➡️ 1 Chapter | Bradley remembers key points in his life as he faces starting at the USNA. IceMav feels.

It's all academic darlin' ➡️ 9 Chapters | E | Academic Professor AU | Bradley is a professor but living his best well-adjusted life with IceMav parents. Jake is a pilot. Maverick tries (and fails) to play matchmaker, so he tries again.

Lonely Nights ➡️ 4 Chapters | E | Smut | Rooster really needs to get laid.

ICEMAVS (Ao3 – Sreshaw)

Avery’s Masterlist, including:

Planes, trains, and gay people ➡️ 3 Chapters | E | Planes, Trains, and Automobiles AU | Bradley just wanted to get home for Thanksgiving to see him mom and uncles. What he ended up with was three days with a hot stranger who happened to annoy the shit out of him.

Springsteen ➡️ 2 Chapters | M | High School | Bradley Bradshaw has to pick up and move from San Diego, California, with his not-dad Pete "Maverick" Mitchell to Corpus Christi, Texas. He's not upset about it, but he doesn't expect to fall hard for a boy he meets there.

Whiskey and Rye ➡️ 1 Chapter | E | Only One Bed | The Dagger Crew got turned into a real-deal instructor squadron after the mission. They get sent on missions and demos to teach new pilots how to do what they do. On this trip to Florida, the WSOs are staying with their pilots, but Jake and Bradley, since they are WSO-less, have to room together. And the hotel fucked up.

NORABRICE1701 (Ao3 – MidnightBlast)

Twist My Heart ➡️ 6 Chapters | Twister AU | E | The hope of anything with Jake is a fool’s hope. Bradley has understood that from the first minute Jake waltzed into the lab with his dazzlingly brilliant smile, sun-kissed skin, and grass-green eyes gleaming with dangerous red flags. Yet still Bradley let the man get under his skin, burrow in his chest, and take root in his heart.

GREEN-SOCKS (Ao3 – Aprilfoolish)

(Do You) Share My Affection ➡️ 1 Chapter | M | Bradley and Jake end up on a date with each other through an anonymous dating app (because they are just a little bit idiots about each other). The date is the wakeup call they needed.

RAVENS-WORDS (Ao3 – Ravens_Words)

been you all along ➡️ 5 Chapters | T | Kid Fic | Somehow, in a truly horrifying twist of fate, Bradley's mortal enemy became his daughter's favorite person. Or, Five times Jake was his daughter's favorite person, and the one time he was Bradley's too. (🐈 Note: +1 on Ao3!)

THE-SUN-AND-THE-SKY

The Joke's On You ➡️ 1 Chapter | Fluff | In which Hangman makes a joke and Rooster takes it literally.

FILM-IN-MY-SOUL (Ao3 – ReformedTsundere)

Ficlet Bingo Soulmates ➡️ 1 Chapter | T | The time between getting shot down and reuniting with Maverick, Rooster isn’t alone. First Kiss ➡️ 1 Chapter | T | The night before the rest of Bradley’s life he gets pretty drunk and a little lucky. Whump ➡️ 1 Chapter | T | Jake is hurt. But it’s alright. Bradley is there. A/B/O ➡️ 1 Chapter | M | Between waves of Jake’s heat, he and Bradley have a domestic moment. Epistolary ➡️ 1 Chapter | T | In a box, there lives two letters that the writers never want read.

NSFW Alphabet S = Stamina ➡️ 1 Chapter | E | The thing is, Jake hadn't really thought Bradley was serious when they'd made The Bet. He'd laughed when Bradley had stated his terms ( "I want to fuck you til sun up.") It had sounded like a cheesy line, like he'd never left that pre-twenties stage of sex-based hubris. And then Jake had lost. Y = Yearning ➡️ 1 Chapter | M | He’s paying the piper for the gift he’d been given: shockingly easy submission, a slack, wet mouth, a freely offered place to rest his need and have it soothed with tongue and sex.

HANGSTER-HANGOUT

The Love Chicken ➡️ 1 Chapter | Fluff | My dad said he knew my mom was the one over a bottle of wine and the best roast chicken he ever had.” “And now you’re making it for Hangman. So he can figure out that you’re the one.” “Something like that.” Bradley cooks for Jake. It goes even better than expected.

NATASHATRACE (Ao3 – crueltether)

first I love you/bronco conversations under the stars ➡️ 1 Chapter

daily create challenge (2/365) ➡️ 1 Chapter | something something Jake thrives in chaos but craves peace, something something Bradley thrives in peace but craves chaos

Restraint ➡️ 1 Chapter | E | Smut | “What was it you said, Jake? Something about being snug on my perch?”

ALLBARK-NO-BITE

mr. iceman, sir ➡️ 1 Chapter | Fluff | they called him Iceman for a couple of reasons. Jake is sweating under his stare. a snippet of Jake asking Ice to marry Bradley

SEMPERHUGGS (Ao3 – Semeprhuggs)

Slider's Matchmaking Again? ➡️ 3 Chapters | Present day Christmas with the Daggers and the Flyboys.

Proposal ➡️ 1 Chapter

#This is a Draft. But I need to publish it so I can experience it on the field and make changes if need be.#I may as well make it available for everyone tho. :)#This won't be updated with new fics as long as it's a '“draft”'.... So nada before february or sth?#Hangster Fic-on-Tumblr Recs List #hangster #sereshaw #hangaroo #bradley rooster bradshaw x jake hangman seresin #bradley rooster bradshaw #jake hangman seresin #🐈red🐈furry🐈cat🐈tag🐈

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starker-sorbet · 1 year

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Tony had planned this day meticulously. It was the annual meet up of the heads of New York's families, And it was to be the day all of them came under the Stark family's rule. He had carefully managed to place all the other's heirs and successors under his control. Either by way of bribery or force. All that was left was to take out those blocking their path to the top. It wouldn't be too hard a task as even the other head's guards were (mostly) now under Tony's sway and wouldn't respond to cries of alarm. But it could still be difficult as no one was to be allowed guards or weapons in the meeting room itself. Sure he knew the others had no doubt hidden weapons on their person, as would he, but those weren't the sort that could defend against a dedicated gunman. They were the sort to hold one off until the guards could enter. Guards either under Tony's power or ones who would be dealt with by them. That's why he chose Peter for the task. Every other boss at the meeting only saw a piece of arm candy, a wife at most, when they looked at Peter and so wouldn't note him as a threat. What they didn't see was his other role in the Stark family. Oh they were lovers that much was true but was Peter so much more. He was Tony's personal assassin. And the perfect person to do the actual killing. After all no one thinks to frisk the sugar baby for a gun do they. Their hubris and dismissal of Peter would be their downfall and Tony would reap countless rewards from it. Rewards he would share with his lover of course. He wouldn't be making their mistake not now or ever.

@tstarksbingospectacular fill : G3 - Mafia au bingo card below

#tstarksbingospectacular #starker #peter parker is over 18 here #mafia au #mafia boss tony #assassin peter #moodboard #my moodboard

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film-in-my-soul · 10 months

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Let's play a game! Ficlet Bingo!

Above are 25 spaces just ready for the picking. Below is a list of ships (just the ones I'm feeling atm). Send one of the tropes and a ship, and I'll write a ficlet (less than 1k words) based on the combination. Once a space is claimed, it'll be marked off.

3 left!

(For Song Inspired, go ahead a drop a song!)

⭐First Bingo hit!⭐

Ships:

Top Gun: Iceman/Maverick

Top Gun Maverick: Hangman/Rooster

The Sandman: Dream/Hob

Stranger Things: Steve/Eddie

9-1-1: Buck/Eddie

Teen Wolf: Stiles/Derek

Supernatural: Castiel/Dean

Ask Box

(see below for filled spaces links)

Filled Spaces:

Fix It! - Icemav

Soulmates - Hangster

PWP

Post-Nightmare - Sterek

Only 1 Bed - Icemav

Darkfic ⭐- Icemav

Song Inspired

First Kiss - Hangster

Outsider POV - Icemav

Whump - Hangster

Missing Scene - Icemav

AU: Dealers Choice - Icemav

Writers Choice! - Steddie

A/B/O - Hangster

Reincarnation - Icemav

The "Oh" Moment - Icemav

Future Fic - Steddie

Canon Divergence - Buddie

Epistolary - Hangster

Role Reversal - Icemav

Chatfic - Sterek

Dialogue Only - Icemav

Soc-Med AU - Icemav

Dual Narrative

Power Imbalance - Icemav

#icemav #hangster #steddie #dreamling #buddie #sterek #bingo #blog game #ficlet bingo #writing game

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voiceoffenrisulfr · 13 days

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Bind

𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 -> James "Bucky" Barnes/Original Male Character (Yes, Greg's back)

𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘 -> Sheriff Barnes has heard about some unsavoury activity going down at a local saloon, and he goes to shut it down. But sometimes these things don't go quite to plan. Especially when smooth-talking boys get their way.

𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓 -> 3408

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 -> (E) Prejudices of sex work, smut, punishment turns into sex, BDSM including restraint and impact play, loss of virginity, inexperienced sex with a very experienced lover, loss of virginity. Kind of dub-con vibes? But not? The consent is very enthusiastic.

𝐀/𝐍 -> Largely written for the Build-a-Bucky bingo, hosted by @buckybarnesevents! This was fun to write, and was... A bit different. I don't usually go so far into sadism, but it was interesting!

Prompts fulfilled: - ’AU: Wild West’, ‘Pet Names’, ‘Sleepy Sex’ – Build-a-Bucky Bingo (April), @buckybarnesevents - ‘Bind’ – Dick-or-Treat, - ‘Caning’ – @fandom-free-bingo (Frosty Edition), - “You Loved It.” and ‘Bondage’ – Fandom-Free Bingo (Flight Edition), - “It ain’t gonna suck itself.” – @anyfandomkink Bingo, - ‘Sex is Evil, and I Am Horny’ – @multifandom-flash – Taboo – 6047 - ‘Rough Sex’ – Multifandom Flash – New Year NSFW - ‘Too Kinky to Torture’ – Multifandom Flash – Halloween – 5037 - ‘Hickies’ – @sebastianstanbingo, - ‘Nice Ass’ – Sweetheart Bingo @sweetspicybingo.

Read it below or on AO3 here. Adorable divider by @jiyascepter! Cards at the end <3

Sheriff Barnes shouldered his way through the saloon doors, pale eyes casting around the space as silence descended quickly.

“You know why I’m here,” he noted, low voice carrying in the hushed room. “I’d gotten rid of their kind once already – and you, you bunch of heathens… You brought them back, didn’t you?”

Gazes lowered guiltily, avoiding the man striding slowly into the centre of the room. He cut an intimidating figure, despite the left arm absent from the shoulder down – his hand rested on the gun slung at his waist, and the scent of gunpowder and horse sweat hung around him like an aura.

Women swooned as he passed, but he paid them no mind – his attention was singularly focused on the bedraggled man behind the bar, rubbing nervously at the glass in his grasp with a dingy cloth. “Where is he?”

A trembling thumb jerked at the stairs behind him, throat bobbing nervously, and the Sherriff nodded curtly, rounding the weathered wood in silence.

The stairs creaked under the leather of his boots, footfalls steady and unfaltering. The hall at the top was dim and dank, punctuated by the sound of skin on skin and soft, rapturous gasps.

“Yes – just like that, oh my…”

Barnes curled his lip, drawing the pistol from its holster, the grip resting between index finger and thumb as he reached for the doorknob.

The odour of sex and debauchery in the room was almost overpowering, and the Sherriff raised his hand to his face automatically as he took in the scene before him.

The sight of a muscular backside tensing as it thrusted roughly made the Sherriff’s mouth run dry, jaw clenching. “Enough,” he growled, taking another step further into the room, gun half-raising in preparation.

“Can you come back in five minutes? We’re almost done here,” came a glib reply, the hint of an accent curling around the words, punctuated only subtly by the sharp breaths of its owner’s exertion, though the flexing buttocks remained unfaltering as he addressed the intruder. Barnes hissed distastefully, moving closer to grab the man by his shoulder and jerk him backwards.

The woman on all fours before him cut off her cacophonous cries of pleasure, scrabbling away to cover herself with the threadbare sheets. “Oi! Do you mind? I paid for an hour!”

The Sheriff turned his icy gaze to her, glaring hatefully, and realisation paled her features, sending her scrambling to her feet, scooping up her clothes as she fled the room.

The man simply settled back, reclining onto his hands with a frown, seemingly unabashed by his nudity – or the erection still resting against his abdomen, twitching subtly. “If you’re going to scare off my clientele, I hope you’re intending to step in a s substitute.”

Barnes curled his lip, diverting his gaze. “Get dressed. You’re coming back to the station. Maybe a few nights in a cell will cure you of this… Perversion.”

The man simply laughed in response, raising an eyebrow. “Can I at least deal with this myself first, if you’re not going to lend me a hand?” His fingers wrapped languidly around his length, a soft sigh falling between parted lips as the Sheriff narrowed his eyes.

“Stop that.”

“You seem awful- mm… A-Awful repressed, Sheriff… Maybe we could help each other out…” The man’s lids fluttered as he caressed himself more firmly, while Barnes’ fingers tightened around his gun, only the whitening of his knuckles betraying his unease.

“You have nothing I want,” he snapped, earning another laugh from the man on the bed.

“Oh, I don’t know about that.” He released himself with a gentle sigh, moving carefully to the end of the bed, his movements fluid and cautious, seemingly reluctant to scare away the prone lawman. “Have you ever been with a man, Sheriff? Ever been with someone who knows what men like?”

“I- No. I have- I had a betrothed. Not that it’s any business of yours,” he added scathingly, but his glare was less venomous, softening to something curious as he watched the man before him slide to his knees, gazing up at him with wide brown eyes.

“I bet the infamous Sheriff Barnes has never felt what it’s like to have his cock buried between a pair of pretty lips… It’s so warm and soft, Sir… Feels so good…” He’d gotten close to the Sheriff without the other man realising, licking his lips slowly. “I want to make you feel good… You work so hard for the community… You deserve a reward, don’t you?”

Barnes nodded weakly, enchanted, for just a moment, in spite of himself, as the man on his knees reached for his belt. Sense came at the feeling of his holster’s weight leaving his hips, and he snapped from his reverie with a growl, hand clenching in the other man’s hair to toss him to the floor. “Don’t you dare to touch me, whore,” he spat, standing stiffly over the sprawled, nude figure. “I’m not some common tart you can bewitch.”

“My name is Greg,” the man huffed, shifting upright, “and you can manhandle me all you like, Snowflake. I like it rough.”

The Sheriff’s jaw set, a gleam of something unknowable passing over his pale eyes, insulted by the play on his alias. He was known only as ‘Winter’ now – a pseudonym born in pain and blood through years of suffering, given to him to represent the coldness of his soul. Who was this boy to tease him? “Is that so?” he clarified softly, earning a stubborn nod from the man – Greg, it seemed. “Then perhaps I’ll opt for a more corporal form of punishment. Let’s see if I can’t made someone even as deviant as you scream.”

Greg’s eyes widened minutely, a flicker of uncertainty visible for just a heartbeat, but it passed quickly, replaced with the same cocky smirk. “Bring it on, Sheriff.”

Winter answered with a snarl and leant down, grasping the sprawled man by the throat and lifting him easily, tossing Greg carelessly onto the bed, his bare back exposed and shimmering with a thin sheen of sweat. He had the good sense not to move as Barnes slowly rounded the room, the only motion coming from his gaze as he tracked the Sheriff, an edge of wariness in his eyes despite the excitement evident in the flush of his skin and the subtle trembling of his muscles. Winter hummed under his breath, standing directly in the other man’s eyeline as he unbuckled his belt. “You’re a whore.”

“And proud,” Greg replied evenly, unfaltering expression making Barnes’ lip curl.

“You disgust me,” the Sheriff sneered, the leather strap passing from his hips with a snap.

“Yet you seem awful eager to get your pants off,” Greg smirked. “Maybe you’re not quite as pure as y-”

The man interrupted himself with a grunt as the Sheriff’s buckle met his back, slicing readily into the skin. But he barely blinked, gaze steady on the man standing over him. “Are you finished?” Winter asked softly, the belt curled loosely in his hand. Greg simply smiled, seemingly unphased, and the Sheriff laughed – a low, dirty sound – and shook his head. “You’re enjoying this, aren’t you?”

“Been a while since anyone took a belt to me,” the sex worker replied with a shrug, stretching out his arms above his head, sighing luxuriously. “I’ve missed it.”

Winter weighed the buckle in his hand once more, humming thoughtfully, his eyes casting around the room for inspiration. It wasn’t until his gaze landed on the poker by the fireplace that it lit up, and he dropped the belt, leaving the leather forgotten where it lay as he armed himself with his new tool. “Perhaps this will bring a little more pain to your pleasure...” he murmured, fingers curling almost lovingly around the iron. Greg simply watched without reaction, save the subtle bob of his throat when the Sheriff drew back his arm.

The blow was enough to bruise almost immediately on impact, and the man yelped, fingers curling in the sheets. But Winter only smiled, laying strike after strike, until the smooth skin was a patchy network of black and blue, warm under the Sheriff’s touch as he trailed a palm over the beaten flesh.

Not once had Greg begged for mercy, his only sounds the occasional grunt or cry of pain, his muscles beginning to tremble at the effort of keeping himself upright. But the Sheriff’s hand on him brought out a soft sniff, and he raised his face from the sheets, splotchy and damp from tears, but his eyes no less determined and stubborn. “Why?” the Sheriff asked softly, head cocked, genuine curiosity colouring his features.

“It brings me joy,” Greg replied weakly, his voice cracking from the force of his muffled exclamations. “It brings joy to others. I don’t see anything wrong with that.”

“It's hedonism,” Winter quipped, jaw setting once more. “You’re risking your immortal soul for-”

“I’m risking a vague, unproven concept of eternal bliss for guaranteed happiness and pleasure. And if there is a judge of our actions, how can spreading happiness go against me?” Greg asked softly, his interruption overlooked as the Sheriff contemplated his words.

Winter’s eyes held the other man’s steadily, fingertips dancing lightly over the bruised skin once more. “And this?” he clarified, sparing a glance at the marks he’d made. “How does this bring anyone joy?”

Greg’s mouth moved silently for a moment, and then he frowned. “I... Don’t know, exactly. All I know is that offering myself up to be beaten and bruised and fucked without mercy is one of my favourite things in the world. It’s all so... Feral. Pulsing with desire and hunger and need. You feel it too, don’t you?” he added, head cocked slightly as he considered the man before him – a man he was, after all, despite all pretences otherwise. “When you were hitting me, I could feel you getting into it. I know what that’s like.” He licked his lips uncertainly as he slid his torso from the bed, settling on his knees with a subtle wince as he turned to face the man standing over him. “Your heart racing... Blood pumping... Every thought on the now, on the bruises and the adrenaline and the next lash, the next fix...” He looked up at the Sheriff through his lashes, demure and obedient. “The feeling of ownership and control – ‘here is this pretty creature who will do anything I tell him to, even if he can’t walk at the end of it’. It’s more intoxicating than any liquor that has ever passed my lips. And the feeling of being owned, of surrendering that control... That’s equally so.”

Winter considered him for a moment longer, head tipped to one side. The boy did look beautiful like this – his cheeks flushed, unable to settle comfortably with his ass on his heels, eyes wide and cock still straining. His fingers were tender as he lifted the Greg’s chin, pale gaze searching the mahogany depths imploringly. “... Prove it.”

“I-I’m sorry?” Greg stammered, blinking in surprise. He knew he’d had an impact on the Sheriff, but the words were still unexpected.

“Prove it,” Winter repeated, his voice dropping to a low growl. “Prove to me just how joyful this can be, and I won’t arrest you.” Greg arched an eyebrow, and the fingers on his chin tightened at his insolence. “Well?”

“I’d love to,” the man breathed, eyes wide with excitement. “I’d be honoured to be used by you, Sir.”

The Sheriff let out a soft, breathy groan, shifting his fingers to Greg’s hair. “Show me how you put that smart mouth to work, boy. Let’s see if your tongue is as quick when you’ve got a mouthful.”

The whimper of pleasure that escaped the kneeling man was almost inaudible, but the way his cock twitched with need didn’t go unnoticed, earning a smirk from Winter as Greg fumbled with his buttons eagerly, jerking down the Sheriff’s trousers to whine at the sight of the half-hard cock only a thin layer of cotton from his touch. His fingers ghosted over the bulge, earning a sharp intake of air from the man stood over him, and he shuffled closer as he slid down the fabric.

The Sheriff’s cock twitched steadily as it filled, encouraged by the presence of the man kneeling so eagerly at his feet, but it was already a significant size, eliciting a whine from Greg. “Sir... Such a treat...”

“Enough talking,” Winter snapped, tugging him closer by his hair with a growl. “It ain’t gonna to suck itself.”

The submissive man nodded eagerly, licking his lips before taking the tip in his mouth slowly. Winter’s head fell back, eyes closing as he let out a rapturous groan. The sound only increased as Greg’s head shifted nearer, his length sliding along the sex worker’s tongue slowly, hands finding his hips to anchor him close.

Greg rumbled appreciatively around the Sheriff’s cock, his own eyes shut in pleasure, moving patiently and expertly as the length between his lips thickened and hardened further. Winter, in his inexperience, began to pant and tremble quickly, hips jerking without rhythm, and the sex worker knew the signs well enough to take him deeper, swallowing around the Sheriff’s length to allow it to slip into his throat.

The motion was enough to drive the Sheriff over the edge, pressing himself deeper, back arched as the soft, snug heat of Greg's throat encased his cock irresistibly. His groan was deafening and broken as he spilled his seed inside his willing pet, nails digging into dark hair and pricking the skin beneath.

Greg gasped for breath when Winter eventually drew back, both men shaking with the effort and pleasure of the moment. The Sheriff’s fingers loosened haltingly, cramped and aching from his fierce grip, and he smoothed the tufts of hair he left sticking upright. “Th-that was, uh.... G-good. That was good,” Winter breathed, his voice cracking from the comedown, and the man beneath him purred happily.

“I’m glad, Sir...” Greg murmured back, running his tongue over his lower lip slowly. “Anything else I can do to service you?”

Winter let out a quiet whine before clearing his throat hard, swallowing the lump that had formed in his throat at those pretty brown eyes, blown wide with lust, gazing up at him adoringly. “On the bed.”

Greg obeyed immediately, scrambling into position, fingers twitching to caress his aching cock – but the submissive was too well-trained for such behaviours. Despite this, Winter’s eyes narrowed at the wandering hands, and he reached for his belt where it had fallen, moving towards the man sprawled and offering himself willingly. He passed the belt around his wrists and through itself, looping through the flimsy bed frame and back through the buckle to hold his prey fast.

Greg simply whined and squirmed, until a firm hand on his throat pinned him. “Roll,” the Sheriff breathed, ghosting his lips lightly over the other man’s before releasing him. Winter smirked as his pet offered his ass willingly, marvelling at the array of colours marring his skin. “Nice ass,” he purred, earning a delighted wriggle. His fingertips grazed over the plethora of shades, eliciting a gasp and groan when he squeezed the proffered flesh firmly. “You do this a lot... I’m assuming I don’t need to take it slowly with you...”

Greg shook his head fiercely, fingers curling in his bonds. “No, Sir. I can handle it.” Winter murmured his praise as he fisted his cock, eyes on the bruises he’d caused, already half-hard once more at how freely this man offered his body for destruction and free use. It took only a few strokes for him to become impatient, hungry for his pet – who was squirming desperately, his breath coming almost in pants as he whined quietly. “Please, Sir... Please...”

Winter swallowed as he positioned himself behind his plaything, lining his head with Greg's opening and pushing in slowly – not for the benefit of his pet, but to revel in the moment, eyes fluttering as the tight ass stretched around his length, drawing out a groan of pure pleasure from the shuddering submissive and enraptured Sheriff both.

“So fucking tight for such a slut,” Winter hissed as he buried himself to the hilt, leaning forward to apply his own bites to the bruise-peppered neck of his pet, a hand between the shoulder blades keeping the squirming man still as he shifted patiently. “I can see the appeal...”

“Please- fuck...” Greg whimpered, wriggling as best he could, and the Sheriff snorted.

“Had enough already?”

“No! God, no, please- please, just fuck me-” He cut himself off with a moan of relief as Winter’s hips met his harder, fingernails digging into the skin as he set up a steady rhythm against the submissive’s bruised flesh.

“So eager, even when you’re so broken...” The Sheriff leant in again, this time to trail his tongue along Greg’s sweat-damp jaw. “You’re delicious.”

“Please, Sir- I can-can’t take it, please- Just touch me, please... O-or let me touch myself... It’s too good, and I’m so cl-” Another cry spilled from his lips as the Sheriff increased his pace, slamming into his beaten ass with reckless abandon as his fingers shifted to undo the belt holding his pet still, before wrapping around his throat and pulling him back against his chest.

“Show me how much you love this,” he purred, his pace unfaltering as his submissive stammered his gratitude, fingers wrapping quickly around his leaking cock to stroke himself with deft expertise. “That’s it, boy. Mewl for me like a good whore, and I’ll give you what y-you want...”

The Sheriff cursed himself for his stammer, borne of the pleasure of Greg’s tight body wreathe around him like a vice, the submissive’s utter surrender to his command intoxicating.

But the stumble was quickly forgotten as Greg arched against him, muscles quivering around the Sheriff’s cock as his pet rutted frantically, his own essence spilling over the sheets as he sobbed his pleasure. The combination of the sex worker’s joy and enjoyment at turning himself over fully, the sense of control and power he had been offered, and the physical sensations of his lover spasming in his grasp sent the Sheriff descending freely into his own climax, burying his sob of pleasure in a neck proffered for sacrifice.

The boys fell asleep in a mess of tangled sheets and slick skin, pressed together with barely any space between their bodies.

When the Sheriff awoke, it was to a sharp stab of anxiety – but Greg’s tender touches quickly eased any worry from his mind, replaced with soft sighs and a sleepy haze of pleasure. When Winter took him again, it was an act of gentleness and reciprocity, their bodies rocking together, the more experienced man guiding the other’s clumsy hand around his cock, showing him how to caress someone else, his careful tutelage rapturously absorbed and enacted without hesitation.

When they eventually peeled themselves apart, Greg stood with a grunt, arms arching over his head, his multicoloured backside on full display and earning a wince from the man still sprawled on the bed. “Are you okay?” he asked softly, and his lover glanced at him for a moment, brow furrowed before he chuckled with realisation, trailing a palm over his bruised skin.

“This? Sweet boy, this is nothing. I’ve had worse without complaint. I had so much fun,” he assured the Sheriff with a grin, eliciting an uncertain smile in response.

“Perhaps I’ll have to try it from your perspective next time,” he replied hesitantly, licking his lips with nerves. Greg paused, shirt halfway down his torso, and leaned forward to brush his lips over Winter’s.

“I think you’d have fun letting go of that control sometime, Snowflake…” He smiled, trailing a tender fingertip over the Sheriff’s jaw. “And it’s nice to know you want there to be a next time. … You loved it, didn’t you?”

Winter hesitated for a moment, his gaze still betraying his uncertainty, before the darkness cleared and he nodded firmly. “I did. And yes- I’d really, really like there to be a next time.”

Greg smiled, straightening and stretching again. “So… I guess I’m not arrested?”

Sheriff Barnes snorted, pushing a hand through his hair and leaning back against the sheets. “No, Greg. You’re not arrested.”

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