#pre-july break bingo

[voiceoffenrisulfr]

Chapter Eleven - "Every Time I Slip Into the Ocean, it's Like Going Home."

The boys live with the after-effects of the kidnapping, and how to move forward… Together. CW: Discussion of gunshot wounds and captivity, non-graphic medical care, smut, AAAALLLL the smut. Full smut warnings in prompts.

Prompts used (contains spoilers); - ‘Thigh Riding’ – @anyfandomfluffbingo; - “Aw, You’re Blushing.” – @anyfandomgoesbingo Any Fandom Kink Bingo; - “Kiss Me”– @buckybarnesbingo (B005); - ‘Dry Humping’, ‘Deep Throating’ – @buckybarnesevents Build-a-Bucky Bingo (July); - “Take Your Meds, Baby.”– Bug’s First Bingo; - “Is this okay?”, ‘Taking Hair Behind Their Ear’ – @eclipsingbingo; - ‘Hugs from Behind’ – Eclipsing Bingo (Dark Version); - “Anything You Want” – Eclipsing Bingo (Flash);

-  ‘Masturbation’, ‘Submissive Lover’, ‘Voyeur’ - @fandom-free-bingo (Flight Edition); - ‘Glorious’ – Gen Prompt Bingo; - ‘Held at Gunpoint to  ‘Taking Their Mind Off of it’ – @sweetspicybingo Hurt/Comfort Bingo; - ‘Kink: Exhibitionism’ – @julybreakbingo (5x5), - ‘Flutter’ – July Break Bingo (6x6); - “Does it Hurt?”, ‘Giggling while kissing or nervous kissing’ – July Break Bingo (7x7); - ‘Fingers in Mouth or Hand Over Mouth’, ‘Obsessive Love’ – July Break Bingo (Kofi Exclusive); – “I’m Going to Take Care of You, Okay?” - July Break Bingo (Kofi Exclusive); - ‘Love as Appreciation’ – July Break Bingo (Summer);

- ‘Fingering’, ‘Handjobs’, ‘Stripping’, ‘Worship’, ‘Cock Warming’, Praise Kink’ – @kinky-things-happen; - ‘Butterflies in Their Stomach’ – @seasonaldelightsbingo Language of Flowers; - ‘Trans!Character’ – @lgbtqbingo; - Space is Magic’ – @multifandom-flash - Astronomy Day + National Space Day; - ‘Sweat Together’ – Multifandom Flash Bingo – New Year (NSFW); - 'Vampire Hickey' - Multifandom Flash Bingo - Halloween (5037); - ‘Bite of Affection’ – Multifandom Flash Bingo - Valentine’s Day; - ‘First Time’ – Pre-July Break Flash Bingo; - ‘Fuck Away the Pain’ – @sebastianstanbingo.

Check it out below, or on AO3 here! Boards not included because there's too many XD, divider by yours truly <3

In the end, Greg was in the hospital for almost two weeks – and even then, he was only released because of his own pushing, despite my objections.

Two days later, we were back aboard the Whisper, his eyes closed as he stood with his hands on the wheel, thumbs smoothing the grooves worn by his own touch over the years. I watched reverently as he took a long, deep breath, filling his lungs with the scent of salt-encrusted wood and sun-warmed seawater. The motion made him wince minutely, a guilty grimace crossing my own features at this discomfort.

“Take your meds, baby,” I murmured, leaning up to press a gentle kiss to his jaw and offering him the bottle I kept permanently handy, constantly alert of any sign of pain.

With a soft chuckle, he tossed back a couple of pills, returning the bottle to me with a grateful smile. He leaned closer to skim his lips over mine, fingers cupping my chin tenderly. “I love you, Snowflake,” he breathed, and I sighed happily, lost in the sparkle of sunlight on water reflected in the depths of his mahogany eyes. He’d told me he loved me dozens of times by now, but it still made my stomach fizz with delight. I couldn’t get enough, and I found myself going out of my way to do things for him – both as an expression of my own adoration, and in the hope of hearing those words once more.

“I love you too, Lieutenant Tyne,” I sighed, fingers tightening a little against his back. Alongside everything else, his declaration of love had me more eager for him than ever. It was taking conscious effort to keep my touches innocent and chaste; I knew that at the subtlest sign of my need for him, he’d disregard any thought for his wellbeing and would have had his way with me in his hospital bed.

But now we were back where we were meant to be, he was cleared for light exercise, and I couldn’t stop the grip tangling in his tank top, earning an amused raise of his eyebrow. “Easy, sweet boy, or I won’t be around to set sail… Though it wouldn’t be hard to convince me not to care,” he added with a purr, burrowing his face in my neck to trail his lips tenderly along my throat. I let out a light-hearted, world-weary sigh as my head fell back, fingers reluctantly unwrapping from his shirt.

“Fine, fine,” I murmured, eyelids fluttering in pleasure and resisting the temptation to pout when he drew away. One hand still rested on the wheel of his beloved ship, and I snorted, shaking my head fondly. “Welcome back, Captain.”

The day passed in a blur of sun and sea, the ocean mercifully calm for our return. I relished in watching my love come back to life, brightening further with each lungful of salted air and called order. We’d received many well-wishes and exclamations of relief at our safety – but the crew, much like their Captain, seemed largely occupied with getting back to normal.

The fresh air and return to manual labour proved exhausting, and by the time the sun went down, I was more than happy to lean against the railing, letting out a heavy, contented sigh.

“Hey, beautiful.”

A gentle hand rested on the small of my back, and I smiled softly, eyes closing in bliss. “Good evening, my Captain.”

His arms wrapped around me, holding me carefully to his chest and nuzzling into my hair. “A good one indeed,” he agreed, resting his chin on my shoulder lightly. I tipped my head back to stare up at the stars beginning to fade into view overhead, beautifully content.

“I love you,” I murmured, my arm draping over his with a happy shiver.

“I love you too, my beautiful boy,” he purred, holding me a little tighter to him. “Are you coming to bed, sweetheart? I’ve missed sleeping beside you.”

I looked to him with an adoring smile, heart picking up a little at the thought of finally being nested in beside him once more – and surprising him with my newfound readiness. I was nervous – afraid, almost – but I felt safe with this man who would risk his life for me. The steadily healing wound in his chest was a tactile testament to his desire to protect me, and I trusted him with my heart and body unerringly.

With a soft nod, I melted further against him, humming contentedly. “I’ve missed you too, Sailor… Please take me to bed.” During his time in hospital, I’d slept in a chair by his bedside, clinging to his hand unwaveringly – but it had been weeks since I had curled up beside him for an easy night sleep, and I couldn’t wait to feel him pressed up against me once more.

He sighed happily, fingers lacing through mine to lead me away from the rail and across the empty deck towards his quarters. Most of the crew was sleeping, but I spotted Neri reclining by the helm, taking the night shift while her Captain got some rest.

Though not too much, if I got my way.

The second the door closed, my mouth found his again, hungry and insistent. A soft groan escaped him as he acquiesced all too willingly, hand tangling in my hair to hold me closer. He hummed in surprise as I nudged him gently backwards, the back of his knees touching against the bed. Lowering himself eagerly, he trembled with pleasure as I straddled his lap, hands resting gingerly on his chest. “I want you,” I breathed, dropping my head to trail gentle kisses along his jaw.

“You’ve got me, baby. Always,” he hummed absently, fingers curling against my hips. I chuckled softly, drawing back to brush my lips lightly against his.

“I want you to touch me,” I clarified, forehead resting gently against my Captain’s. His eyes widened infinitesimally, a nervous tongue darting out to probe his lower lip.

“You do?” he pressed, thumbs caressing his hips lightly, smiling  when I offered him a firm nod.

“Yes. Please,” I added, arms shifting to wrap around his neck. “Make me feel good, Lieutenant Tyne.”

His fingers entwined in my hair, holding me to him as he kissed me deeply. “Anything you want, beautiful,” he murmured, eyes dancing and hips twitching. I felt my cheeks colour as his arousal pressed against me, and he smirked. “Aw… You’re blushing.” I turned ever redder, and he chuckled, reaching to brush a strand of hair from my cheek and tuck it tenderly behind my ear. “You’re so beautiful when you blush for me, Snowflake.”

Despite myself, I couldn’t help but smile at that, fingers smoothing the nape of his neck gently. “Kiss me, Captain.”

With a soft, guttural groan, he obliged eagerly, his free hand finding the small of my back to hold me closer as his mouth me mine with something akin to desperation. The sound of enthusiastic need that escaped me would’ve had me blushing once more had I any capacity for such things; instead, I simply continued to whimper hungrily as he guided my body to the sheets, settling beside me to move closer, the straining in his pants evident. His leg pressed between mine, and I gasped sharply, drawing back to drink in air as he gently worked his thigh against me. Even through several layers, the sensation had me trembling and rutting, hands grasping with a feral need to have him closer He smirked against my mouth, rumbling happily. “So desperate, sweetheart… Look at you squirm.”

I whined under my breath, arching against him. “I need you…”

He tutted quietly, grinning. “Oh, sweet boy. I’m going to take my time with you – and you’re going to do exactly what I tell you to, d’you hear me?” I nodded frantically, and he smiled, cupping my hip a little harder, fingers pressing into my skin. “I’m going to take care of you, okay?”

I nodded again, sighing happily as his mouth trailed slowly over my jaw and down my throat, hands pushing up under my shirt to tug it over my head. Lips moving lower, he traced the scars over my chest, and paused to press a tender kiss to the puckered, raised ridge of still-healing skin where the bullet had clipped me. My fingers wrapped in his hair as he unbuttoned my pants, sliding them patiently down my legs, trailing kisses up my calf slowly and earning a quiet hum of joy. His fingertips curled in my waistband, and I trembled, bringing him to a halt as he glanced up at me, resting his cheek gently on the soft skin at the inside of my thigh. “Is this okay?” he breathed, earning a nervous, eager smile.

“Very, very okay,” I reassured him, hand finding his hair and smoothing tenderly. He beamed, pressing an adoring kiss to my thigh as he eased my underwear down, dark eyes locked on mine.

It wasn’t until my boxers had been carelessly tossed over his shoulder that he rocked back onto his heels, swallowing visibly as he took me in. “Glorious,” he murmured, voice thick with reverence and he gestured absently toward the pillows. “More up the bed, sweetheart.” I blushed, shuffling obligingly, and his hands found my knees to push them gently further apart. My skin erupted in goosebumps at the exposure, feeling the wetness between my legs increase at the heat of his gaze on me. “Touch yourself for me, sweet boy. Show me what you like,” he purred, one hand dropping to grind against the straining in his pants.

I let out a soft, eager whimper, my own fingers trailing down my body to slowly caress myself, groaning aloud. “You make me so wet, Captain Tyne…” I whispered, grinning at his sharp, audible intake of breath. His enthusiasm spurred me on, and I sighed in pleasure, legs falling further apart to offer more of myself to his hungry gaze as a fingertip teased my entrance. “I can’t wait for you to finally be the first one to stretch out my tight pussy…”

He ground out a groan, undoing his belt deftly and squeezing his length through the cotton of his underwear. “Fuck – that filthy mouth with get you everywhere, baby.”

I smirked, arching as I slipped a finger inside myself slowly. “I wanna see that big, thick cock, Lieutenant Tyne,” I purred, his eyes on me intensely intoxicating, and I found myself panting and squirming, wetness flowing freely under his gaze. He licked his lips and inched down his boxers, wrapping around his length, stroking lazily as my body thrummed at the sight and I gulped. “Jesus…” I breathed, feeling my eyes grow wide. He smirked, trailing a thumb over his weeping tip, leaning closer to offer the smeared digit to me. Tentatively, I took the tip between my lips, eyes closing in pleasure at the taste of him, my hand on myself moving a little faster. A soft whine escaped me as I sucked his thumb eagerly, lids parting once more to fix him with a desperate gaze. He swallowed and nodded, drawing back to gesture me closer.

“Suck my cock, pretty boy,” he purred, dropping back to recline on an elbow, heavy-lidded gaze locked on me as I scrambled closer. My hand wrapped around him uncertainly, grinning happily when he sighed in pleasure as I stroked him slowly. Reassured, I squeezed his length gently, working him patiently and following the cues offered by his expression. His eyes closed, hips twitching, one hand grasping at the sheets as he let out a guttural groan. “Fuck, you’re good at th-” He cut himself off with a grunt as I bowed my head to flick the tip of my tongue over him, purring, unable to keep myself from wrapping my lips around him to suck lightly. His hand found my hair, tangling in the dark strands with surprising tenderness, shuddering as I bobbed my head tentatively. The weight of his cock on my tongue was intoxicating, and I found myself taking him deeper, eagerly letting his length slide toward the back of my mouth. The groan that he released as he brushed against my throat made my veins hum with pleasure, eyes wide and enraptured as I gazed up at him imploringly. He licked his lips, hips shifting as his fingers tightened in my hair. “More?” he prompted softly, his free hand shifting to tip up my chin minutely when I nodded. Slowly, beautifully, he pushed his way into my throat, and my lashes fluttered with pleasure at the feeling of him filling me, every inch of his impressive length pressed between my lips as he sighed contentedly. He rested there for a moment, fingers caressing my hair, palm pressed to my throat to feel his own hardness inside me, blinking down at me with love and devotion. “You look so pretty, sweet boy…” he purred, and I couldn’t help but squirm happily, tongue massaging the base of his cock. He groaned weakly, twitching even closer before drawing back to let me breathe. I drew air hungrily into my lungs as quickly as I could, then shifted nearer once more, taking him with unerring eagerness back into my throat and earning a surprised moan. Fingers tightening, his hips jerked, driving his length between my lips with a quick, needy pace. “Fuck, Snowflake, this perfect mouth is gonna make me come…” he warned, and I gazed up at him, head shifting to meet his speed, my hands wrapping around his hips to jerk him closer as I pleaded with my eyes for his pleasure. With a deafening groan, he pinned me to him as his cock pulsed between my lips, coating my throat with thick ropes of his seed.

I stayed in place as long as I could, ignorant to my lack of my oxygen until my lungs began to burn and he fell still, trembling. Grudgingly and with a whine of reluctance, I drew back, more than mildly annoyed by my body’s requirement for air. We panted in unison, his chest heaving, and I crawled up to settle against him, humming happily. “Good?”

He simply groaned in response, head falling back as his arm gave way, leaving him splayed across the sheets limply. His eyes flicked to me, shining with joy, and he tiredly gestured me closer, kissing me deeply as soon as I was in reach. “Incredible,” he murmured, breathless and depleted, purring at the taste of himself on my lips. “So… So good.” His hand found my hip to pull me closer, shaking his head in a search for cognizance as his fingers trailed gently over my skin. “Can I touch you?” he breathed, eyes dancing with pleasure when I nodded desperately.

“Fuck, yes please,” I whispered, one leg hooking over his to expose myself to his wandering touch with desperate enthusiasm. His lips found my throat, nipping and sucking gently, pausing only to let out a soft groan as his fingertips brushed against me.

“Fuck… Look how wet you are for me,” he purred, mouth resting behind my ear as he crooned to me. “Such a soaked pussy - so desperate for your Captain to touch you, hm?” I nodded eagerly, whimpering at the feather-light touch trailing from clit to entrance, knees falling further apart to offer myself for his mercy.

“Please – fuck, please, Sir, I need you to touch me more,” I mewled pitifully, writhing under his almost-imperceptible ministrations. He hummed thoughtfully and shifted to his knees, settling between my legs, his eyes on my dripping pussy as he continued his devoted torture.

“Tell me what you want, Snowflake,” he murmured, tracing gentle circles around my aching clit.

“I-I want you. I want your fingers inside me – I want you to stroke my clit – I-I want you to make me come, Sir, please!” I whined, hips jerking in a desperate attempt to increase the pressure of his touch. His free hand found my abdomen to pin me to the sheets, eyes shifting to mine as he slid a single finger inside me slowly, humming with pleasure.

“Fuck – so damn tight… I don’t know if my cock’s gonna fit inside this tiny cunt, baby…” he mused, finger curling and making me jerk in pleasure. I whimpered aloud, squirming as best I could under his grip, forcing my legs further still with utter desperation.

“Please- stretch me out, Sir- ge-get me ready for that big, thick cock to fuck my pussy…” I gasped, fingers clenching in the sheets. The hand moved from my abdomen to stroke my clit lazily, his single digit continuing its ministrations for a few moments more before a second pushed its way inside me. I moaned eagerly, back arching, frantic and desperate as I rutted against his hand.

“Look at you squirm, baby,” he groaned, fingers shifting harder inside me. “Fucking my hand like a needy whore, hm? That’s it… You fuck yourself for me, Snowflake.” His fingers stilled, and I whined, hips jerking with depraved hunger, feeling his digits grow slicker with my wetness as I leaked steadily around him and earning a hum of pleasure for my efforts. “So fucking sexy, watching this desperate cunt leak for me, all stretched out on your Captain’s fingers… You want more, Snowflake?” he offered, a third digit probing questioningly at my entrance. I whimpered and nodded needily, back arching to press myself closer, letting out a ragged moan as he pressed his way inside me once more, curling his fingers inside me and making me quiver uselessly.

“Fuck! Oh, God, yes – just like that, Sergeant, that- that feels so good, so- fuck, please…” I whimpered, head falling back, clawing frantically at the sheets as his hand moved faster. The touch on my clit grew firmer, caressing me in time with the fingers stretching me open, a rumble of joy building in his chest.

“Oh, you like that, hm? Look how soaked this tight pussy is, clinging to me so needily…” He drove into me harder, the room echoing with the lewd sounds of my wetness as he worked me eagerly. “That’s it, sweet boy – you take it so well! Gonna make you come with my fingers in this gorgeous cunt, and then I’m going to fuck you until you scream for me.”

My muscles clenched obligingly as I whimpered breathlessly,  toes curling. I could only nod, lost in the feeling of him driving into my eager hole. There was hardly any recognition in my lust-filled mind as his fingers shifted, wetness building behind the digits, and he groaned with understanding, pressing deeply inside me for a moment longer before drawing back. The cry that left me as my pussy soaked him was feral, throat aching as I wailed, rutting against him frantically as he pressed closer once more. Over and over he fucked me open, letting my wetness coat him, before his hand moved hander on my clit, growling hungrily. “Come for me, Snowflake.”

I sobbed and trembled as I convulsed around him, jerking and grinding, breath coming in ragged pants. He didn’t slow as I moaned deafeningly, garbled pleas escaping me as each nerve in my body sang from the stimulation, only easing up when I collapsed back to the soaked sheets with an exhausted whimper, quivering helplessly, my knees falling to the bed as I wept openly. The feeling of him slowly drawing out of me make me shudder, and he shifted to curl me close against him, fingertips trailing gently over my back. “Easy – easy, sweet boy, that’s it. I’ve got you.”

I buried my face in his chest, illogical tears falling in my overwhelmed overstimulation, breath hitching as I clung to him. “F-fuck, God…”

He chuckled softly, pressing a tender kiss to my sweat damp head as he squeezed me gently. “It’s okay, Snowflake… There you go. You did so good, my love.”

I pushed my head up through my tears, blinking through water clinging to my lashes. “I- I did?”

Smiling softly, he dipped his own head to kiss me gently. “You did,” he murmured, drawing back a little and indicating his wet body. “Utterly soaked me…”

A blush built in my cheeks, and I buried back against him with a groan. “Oh God, I didn’t think I- That you- That that-… Oh, God…”

He chuckled and squeezed me close, nuzzling into my hair. “That was the hottest thing I’ve ever experienced, sweet boy. No embarrassment.”

Blushing harder, I glanced up uncertainly, chewing on my lip. “It… It was?”

With a soft groan, he kissed me again, shifting his hips a little closer pointedly, his leaking cock pressing against me. “I’m a sailor, baby. I like things wet.”

I laughed aloud, leaning up to wrap my arms around his neck, leg draping over his hip to press me nearer. “I wonder how much you’d enjoy me gushing around your cock, then…” I murmured, looking up at him through my lashes shyly, inching closer until his tip brushed against my wetness lightly. He shuddered, eyes blown wide as his hand found my hip lightly.

“Are you sure, sweet boy?” he breathed, thumb smoothing gently over my skin. “You don’t have to do anything you don’t want t-”

I interrupted him by pressing my lips firmly to his, fingers tangling in the hair at the nape of his neck. “I want this,” I whispered, forehead against his, “I want you. Please, Captain Tyne.”

With a nervous pass of his tongue over his lower lip, he nodded, swallowing dryly. He rolled me gently, holding my thigh lightly to keep my leg around him, his eyes on mine as the very end of him pressed against me gently. Inhaling shakily, I nodded back, feeling my eyelashes flutter closed as he slowly shifted himself inside me. My fingers tightened infinitesimally against the back of his neck as his length stretched me out, fighting the instinctive urge of my muscles to clench around the intrusion, staying still and nervous until he buried himself fully inside me. He paused, sheathed inside me, forehead finding mine as he panted. “Are you okay? Does it hurt?”

My eyes opened once more to find his gaze boring into my own, filled with concern, and I owned him a lazy smile. “No,” I breathed, head falling back. “No, it doesn’t hurt. I’m… Mmm. I’m so good.” My fingers found the barely healed skin of his bullet wound, caressing the skin lightly. “Are you okay?”

He brought my hand to his mouth, kissing each fingertip in turn. “I’m perfect, Snowflake. Absolutely perfect. I don’t think it could hurt right now even if it wanted to.” His lips found mine, and I giggled, soft and nervous, as my other leg joined the first around his waist, the motion earning a quiet groan. “God, you’re like a fucking vice, my sweet boy…”

“Please,” I whispered, trailing my hands with devoted reverence over the strong arms either side of me. “Please, my love.”

My moan was breathless and deafening as he drew back patiently, eyes scanning my face for any minute sign of discomfort, but there was only pleasure at the feeling of him stretching me out, of his thick length finally moving inside me. One hand shifted to the back of my head so he could hold me tightly, hips rolling with a loving care that brought tears to my eyes once more. I whined quietly, burying my face in his neck, teeth meeting in the soft skin of his throat in a valiant effort not to cry out my delight for crew and ocean to hear.

The way he held me close, cradling me so adoringly and delicately against him, setting my body aflame as he made love to me, was almost more than I could handle. Despite words gasped in the passionate exchange of our mutual arousal, this was the perfect way for him to treat me – with reverence and sweet love, with utter respect and devotion and emphasis on my pleasure. There was no frantic rutting this time, no pleas and whimpers, only shared breaths gradually becoming heavier, the feeling of our bodies moving in tender unison, my warning coming as fingers grasping at his spine as light exploded before my eyes.

He saw me through my all-encompassing climax without faltering, holding himself back until my muscles had stopped quivering and the moans of rapture had faded to soft gasps and mewls once more. Only then did he bury himself inside me a little more firmly, my heels tightening against his back to drag him closer as he shuddered, mouth finding mine with a quiet groan, the feeling of his seed spilling around his length inside me making me inhale sharply in surprise and hold him tighter, trembling in pleasure.

He held me close to his chest, carefully maneouvered on his slowly softening cock to tuck my back against him without removing his length from where it held his seed inside me. I shivered at the feeling, panting lightly as I tipped my head back gently against his shoulder, eyes closed in exhaustion and pleasure. His arm around me tightened infinitesimally, fingers tracing unknowable patterns into the sensitive skin of my abdomen as he sighed. “Good?” I prompted at a whisper, my own hand skirting the muscles of his forearm adoringly.

“Incredible,” he breathed, pressing a soft kiss to my temple.

“It didn’t hurt?” I pressed, relieved when he shook his head against me.

“Not for a second.” His fingers stilled, pausing in their delicate ministrations, and I heard him swallow nervously. “And for you? Did it hurt? Was it… Was I… Okay?”

I turned my head to meet his gaze, the mahogany shining ochre and gold in the soft light offered by the lamp at our bedside, and kissed him softly, our lips bruised from our passion. “Not at all. It, and you…” I smiled softly, pressing my forehead to his, hand raising to caress his cheek lovingly. “You were perfect. My sweet Gregor. My amazing Lieutenant, my flawless Captain… My perfect, perfect Grishenka.”

[faithfulcat111]

Okay, finished it so here is my full Pre-July Break Bingo card cause I think I forgot to share most of these on here to begin with XD

Deaf character - Signs - Chapter 4 (Karen and Jonathan bonding fic set in the alt season 5 verse I'm co-writing)

Confidence OR Insecurity - do I not live? badly I know (Post season 5, Jonathan-centric, Hurt no comfort)

Scars / Hidden Scars / Birthmarks / Markings / Brandings / Scratches - …Again and again…because those I care for best, do me Most harm… - Chapter 4 (The Jonathan amnesia fic)

“People think I’m weird.” “You don’t say.” - Somewhere not weird (Hatchetfield drabble with Steph/Pete)

Amnesia - …Again and again…because those I care for best, do me Most harm… - Chapter 4 (the Jonathan Amnesia fic)

[blackwood4stucky]

hoping these roses dull the pain, cover the scars and turn the page

author: aspen blackwood

james “bucky” barnes x steve rogers | mcu

masterpost | 🅴 | 🔞 | fic word count: 4935 | complete

tags: alpha x alpha, drugged, forced sex, non con body bod, non traditional omegaverse, triggered mating, secondary gender modification, dark elements

The asset knows it is imperative to appear as compliant as possible. This isn’t a difficult task. Its handlers modified its operating levels to unfamiliar settings. It can feel the heat rising beneath its skin. It can feel the strange wetness pooling between its thighs as it lies on a bed of metal. As far as the asset is concerned, that has never happened before. - Order through pain is all the asset knows.

bingo fills + event prompts

@anyfandomangstbingo | handcuffs

@anyfandomdarkbingo | chained to a bed

@anyfandomgoesbingo | mating cycles

@anyfandomkinkbingo | fucking like rabbits

@afgomegaversebingo | rough sex

@augustwritingchallenge: april showers brings m-au flowers | loss

@badthingshappenbingo | incapable of disobeying

@buckybarnesevents: babb2023 | come as lube [jan]

@character-a-character-b: may bingo | 64: sensual creatures

@fandombingo: rpf card | loyalty kink

@fandom-free-bingo

flight edition | overstimulation + alt: refusing to fight back maritime may | omegaverse au valentine edition | sex pollen wild edition | malaise world book night edition | no remorse + alt: struggling to break free

@ficwip: level up | 3rd pov - present tense

@julybreakbingo: pre july 24 | exophilia

@kinky-things-happen | fuck or die

loversbingo

the conflict | omega’s first heat the reeling | forced helping hand the solution | can’t stop

@marvel-smash-bingo | multiple orgasms

@multifandom-flash

fear bingo | fear of ice new year’s resolution | public sex + rough sex + sex pollen

@sebastianstanbingo | multiple orgasms

@stuckybingo | kink: biting [nsfw may adoptable]

@stuckygeekevents: stucky geek bingo | confusion

stucky smut menu

trope | sex pollen character version | possessive!steve kink | public sex

@sweetspicybingo: hurt/comfort bingo | held captive

@taintedsouled: spring cleaning soot sprites | playroom: monsterfucking

@ultimatechrisbingo | right person, wrong time

@yearoftheotpevent | september: hurt/comfort

ch 2: why does it taste so bitter (when you’re the sugar that touches my lips)

read: ao3 | ffn | sqwa

mini playlist

ch 1

[cywscross]

Title: Get Some Therapy, Fool (aka Life is Rough When Leona Kingscholar is More Emotionally Competent Than You) Fandom: Twisted Wonderland Character/Pairing: Leona Kingscholar/Silver, Silver & Lilia Vanrouge, Silver, Leona Kingscholar, Lilia Vanrouge Rating: E Word Count: 24,788 Summary: They’ve been together for a while now but have never told anyone.

Silver promptly throws that out the window approximately five seconds after Leona walks into the room, right in front of what seems like all seven dorms.

To be fair, it's been a pretty terrible few days.

Tags: Canon Divergence AU, Alternating POV, Introspection, Established Relationship, Dissociation, Anxiety Attacks, Separation Anxiety, Panic Attacks, Angst, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Fluff, Blowjobs, Handjobs, Shower Sex, Conversations

Submitted For:

@julybreakbingo

- Pre-July Break Bingo 2024 - Separation Anxiety - July Break Bingo 2024 - ♫ I've been down a lonely street tonight; And I don't know what's wrong with me ♫ | “I’ve never wanted anything so much in my life.” | “Don’t let me go.” | Love as figuring it out together | “I don’t know what I’d do without you.” | Separation Anxiety or Cornered | “You’re safe with me.” - Post-July Break Bingo 2024-2025 - Difficulty Recovering | Established Relationship | "Did you sleep on the floor?"

Hurt/Comfort Bingo on DW

- Hurt/Comfort Bingo [Round 13] - asking for help

@anyfandomfluffbingo

- Any Fandom Fluff Bingo - Only One Bed

@sweetspicybingo

- Sweet & Spicy Bingo: Hurt/Comfort Edition - hyperventilation to lullaby

@hurtcomfort-bingo

- Hurt and Comfort Bingo - Hunger/Starvation

@seasonaldelightsbingo

- Seasonal Delights Bingo: Winter Wonderland - dissociation - Seasonal Delights Bingo: Language of Flowers [Card 1] - eyes filled with tears - Seasonal Delights Bingo: Language of Flowers [Card 2] - "You're Safe, I Got You Now." - Seasonal Delights Bingo: Types of Love [Card 1] - catching up on much needed sleep | "i'm glad that i met you." - Seasonal Delights Bingo: Types of Love [Card 2] - Crying in the Other Person's Arms | If We Have Each Other - Alec Benjamin | Taking Care of One Another

@lyricalescape

- Lyrical Escape Bingo - "Let me take your hand, I'll make it right."

@thebutcherbingo

- The Butcher Bingo - Under the Weather

@fandom-free-bingo

- Fandom-Free Bingo: Valentine Edition - 'I Will Stand By You Forever' - Fandom-Free Bingo: Wild Edition [Card 1] - Showering Together | Panic Attack - Fandom-Free Bingo: WBN Edition [Card 1] - "I've Got You." | Sobbing Uncontrollably | Hidden Tears | Shared Bath - Fandom-Free Bingo: WBN Edition [Card 2] - Floor Picnic - Fandom-Free Bingo: Maritime May Edition [Card 2] - "Kneel." - Fandom-Free Bingo: Plurality Edition - Washing Their Hair

@eclipsingbingo

- Eclipsing Bingo - There Was Only One Bed

[holylulusworld]

(pre) July Break - Flash Bingo masterlist

Preview for the upcoming fics to fill the squares.

Stories written for: @julybreakbingo

Square 1: ??? (??? x Reader): ♫ I don't care about them all; 'Cause all I want is to be loved ♫

Square 2: Lumberjack Tales - The Hairy Bear (Ari Levinson x fem!Reader): Park

Square 3: ??? (??? x Reader): FBI Partners AU

Square 4: Another bad date (Jake Jensen x fem!Reader): "I want to be that....," "You already are."

Square 5: ??? (The Winter Soldier x Hydra!Reader): ♫ I took a blade: it went in deep: And it was tearing up inside of you ♫

Find all other Bingos and Special Events here: Special Event

[avoidingcertaindoom]

July Break Bingo

It has been a month ^^;; I did want to do more but I airways get tied up irl whenever I get excited for a writing challenge! Luckily I was able to knock out several prompts in this one entry but I think that'll be it for me. I don't regret it when it got me to write!

Dearest Mione,

I feel like I ought to lose count of how many years I’ve missed your annual visits. I know to get ahold of your former guardian is as possible as moving water uphill in a sieve, but is there no one willing to travel with you so you can come and stay in much more befitting accommodations while you wait for them to return? I would like to do so myself if my family weren’t so flippant about it!

Forgive my frustration, I didn’t realize it would be so disheartening not to see you for so long. There have been traveling stars that have made their way back to Trufulla sooner than you have me, and I think I’m sick of hoping. At least those important to the temple are treating you well, I’d hate to think you were surrounded by any other disappointments as I am.

Mama has heard from Ihui’s counselors that another space has opened up at the academy, and they are pushing me to take the entrance exams. Do you think it insolent of me to hesitate? My abilities over the elements have only grown in the six or so years since your last stop with us and I know I should be honoured for the opportunity to further hone my skills with scholars… but Elemental Magic bores me. Truly bores me. I have three siblings, surely my parents will survive if just one of us were to stray from the path traced by our bloodline.

I suppose… sometimes I feel trapped. Trapped by the expectations of my parents, trapped by the mountains I call home that separate us, just trapped in the mull that this is my life and I half expect that this is all I really have to look forward to. Life isn’t long enough to give me any sense of appeal towards this. I’d give my left leg to be able to do something else.

Please do tell of something in Cyklam that can be called endearing. We can’t both be bored to tears.

Yours,

Tlalli Corax

PS; I preserved some of the sulfur shelf fungi from one of my last hikes. If the package isn’t included, report the delivering courier, I am not one for sharing and especially with strangers

Dear Tlalli,

I do believe the High Priestess has spoken fairly often of whether or not to send me to one of the former places Nini and I have stayed, but the outcome is often the same. I don’t suppose there is really any place I must be, and so here I am to stay. To ask them it seems much more befitting to house an aasimar in a house of the gods.

Things are… the same, I would say. They have allowed me to look into healing classes so I can get the sense of being useful, though translating Cantrellian Cant seems to be what they really wish I were interested in. It wouldn’t be so dull if you were here to help me piece together all the in between and the meanings, and I’m sure you would have much more constructive commentary than the archivists I’m compelled to do so with.

Your parents are vexing, but perhaps toeing the line to their wishes and taking the exams could have some use to you. If nothing else to show that you have no need for further studies, perhaps high enough scores could get you a reference to someone who has exactly the intrigue you are looking for. A more mischievous person might even suggest sabotaging your scores, but I know you wouldn’t be interested in looking quite so foolish.

Little in Cyklam seems as interesting as Yuzcal sadly, though I have enclosed an anklet I was able to make while experimenting with weaving. Did you know people could make beads with flower petals and ash? I believe the pink ones are zinnias, though the brown ones seem to be a much simpler clay. Not very exciting, but it’s kind of charming.

All the best,

M.

PS; I think of changing my name, but it’s hard to find much that resonates. Suggestions would be much appreciated.

Dearest Mione,

I appreciate you thinking better of me than to seriously suggest I make a fool of myself. My family already treats me like an idiot, I don’t need to give them a broader target. Perhaps playing along until I find someone like minded is for the best. If it works for you surely I can find something of value. Until then, I might have to satisfy myself by outdoing the lot of them.

Healing classes? There’s no doubt you’ll take to them well, but you don’t think they’re a little… lowly for your abilities? I know you have little to do, but surely something more befitting is attainable, no?

Cantrellian Cant would be loads of fun to decipher! If I had more of a natural bent towards it I’d enlist as an acolyte myself to have a chance at a scroll or two. If you run out of texts, maybe a few from here could be moved along. I’m not as familiar with the books they keep with the Adyriz temples, but I do hear whispers at Solange’s near the colleges that I’d love to sink my claws into.

I did notice a hum of energy from the beads, and they are quite easy to use as a charm for abjuration. Especially with water magic. Was the clay from one of Ljuba’s springs perhaps? The pink ones were rather fragile, so I might have to repurpose the remaining ones for something useful. Though I will say the cloud nymphs were envious.

Yours--

I almost forgot about your last request. I’m not sure honestly, Mione suits you so well. I’ll have to think on it while awaiting your next letter.

Yours,

Tlalli Corax

Dear Tlalli,

I do quite enjoy the healing classes honestly. They get me out of the temple, and it is much more grounding than translating in my opinion. How lowly could it be when people are so grateful for the effort?

The Cant may be more interesting at Solange’s temple, but I just don’t see it as all that stimulating. It might be different for others, but I’m often called upon for it because the words are clearer to my eyes without having to channel any divinity, and it just feels odd. Maybe I’d have more reverence if it didn’t feel taken for granted.

I hadn’t even considered the beads could hold magic, though I suppose that makes sense. I’m sad to hear the ashen ones broke already, I’ve grown quite fond of the colour. Perhaps transit did them poorly, if I send you any other projects I’ll be more selective about the materials.

I appreciate your honesty. I guess I’ll have to keep looking on my own. Maybe even in these old scrolls since that’s where my use evidently lies. I hope you find what you’re looking for when your own classes start, maybe we can compare notes on what counts as fitting then.

M. Z.

Dear Mione,

Do they appreciate you so little in the temple? It makes even less sense not to let you move on from there. I hate to think of you being wasted like this.

If you like, I can help draft a request for Solange’s texts? I'm sure there's some legends that intersect between the two, such as the passing on of the Night's Veil. Or even the older texts about their relationship before the Great Conflicts. Maybe I ought to take more notes during the next week of Memoria.

Perhaps suggest that the colurant could be added to the wellspring clay if you'd like them sturdier? I think that would weaken the bonds, but you hardly need charms for your bent of magic.

Speaking of which, I don't actually hate my lessons. As limited as I thought they'd be, some of my professors are quite open to helping me look into other subjects. There's a course on abjuration in talks that I might be allowed into rather than free period--which would cut into my time for letters, but you've always been more patient than I. If I'm lucky this letter won't miss the next messenger in the market.

I have given some thought to other names, such as Aurore or Soledad or some such. But I must confess they still do sound odd to me, I doubt you'll ever be anyone else other than Mione to me. My own dear friend and delightful penpal.

Yours,

Tlalli Corax

Dear Tlalli,

Waste is a strong word. I think I'm the only one with sense in my classes considering how careless my peers are, I'd have thought you could relate.

I don't believe the Priesthood needs more work to give me. If it weren't for Grace Terran I think they'd kick me in the archives. I'll kindly take that in moderation and pray to Adyriz and Solange both that their mysteries find a more suitable conduit. There's a reason I went for healing rather than continuing down the paths starting as an acolyte.

The beads suit me as they are. I've used a few in my hair alongside the bracelets and I'd rather not add wellspring clay to the opalite, amber, and other blessed stone everyone keeps suggesting. At least not at this time.

Speaking of beads… someone offered Riki when I brought up names. It's a lot more simple than others, old orcish if I was told correctly. I think I'd mind it less than Zoïe.

Please do focus on your classes, I'm not going anywhere and if you like I can simply write more often without waiting. All I've got outside of the Healer Center is time to myself after all, if you don't mind hearing from me even More.

Regards,

R. Z.

Dearest Mione,

If you're satisfied with the Healer Center, I won't needle it further. I'm thinking like a bookworm, the archives would be a delight to me, but you've always been of a more hands on sort. You'll probably be good for the other healers in training anyway, who else is going to hold the lot of them accountable?

Opalite is an odd choice… I mean, not so odd considering Adyriz herself prefers them. Just ironic. I'll check the marketplace for beads when I post your letter to give you more variety.

Let me know what you do end up settling on. “Riki” will do as well as anything else.

I promise I'm paying attention! Last week a Teaching assistant brought in a charmed box and I was the first to figure out how to unlock the magic binding it locked. It was almost like the escape room attractions at festivals, I don't remember the last time I felt so pleased. Professor De Sylvan says I have an eye for this sort of thing, I might ask if she's open to independent tutoring to focus on more like it. I sense a brighter path ahead, I simply MUST find a way to see you to show it off.

Yours,

Tlalli Corax

[howdoyoudothedew]

Rated: G

Word Count: ~200

A/N: @seasonaldelightsbingo @julybreakbingo for the pre-july bingo!

There are stories in these hills. Whispers of kings and queens from long ago; of blood and corruption; sun and laughter; fun and madness. They’re told around fires until history becomes legend and legend becomes forgotten. But legend is never truly forgotten and history always cycles back. If the history ever bothers to leave in the first place.

With time and invention, war and peace, lands changed and new names were made. Achievement City and her kingdom shrinks, and through the centuries is reborn as the smaller Los Santos. She is no longer ruled by kings and queens, but she is ruled by legends nonetheless.

The Fake AH Crew treat Los Santos as theirs. They protect her and her people. They treat her as a giant playground which holds no consequences for them. They act as if they know her deeply, intimately; two lovers, acquainted long ago. People talk, as they always will, of hidden places only the Fakes know. Stories long forgotten begin to crop back up. Theories are made, paintings are found, and the Fakes laugh because only they truly know.

There are stories in these hills, because they have never left.

[mrs-steve-harrington]

Please help me write something new!

I want to write something for pre-JBB and as much as I want to use squares 2-4 for my anything (anything) for you sequel, I can't convince myself to add new words to the doc. So, if any ideas come to mind from these prompts, feel free to share them with me so I can give writing them for you a shot!

[wingdingery]

i love your writing, you have fantastic ideas and execute them perfectly <3 all of your wips sound super interesting, it's so difficult to decide what to ask about!! i think i'm most interested in: dick vs khoa [bruce/dick/khoa] (such a good rarepair), everyone thinks they're Not dating [bruce/dick] (trope subversion??), fake date for fun and profit [slade/dick] (what profit :o ??), moral obligations [bruce/dick] (something about their philosophies, relationship study, maybe?) and sladick x utrh [slade/dick] (jason interacting with sladick?? fun!)

Thank you so much anon! 💙 Sharing basic summaries of these below the cut – feel free to ask about any that stand out to you and I might have more background or a snippet to share :)

dick vs khoa

(Pre-BruDick) Dick and Khoa unexpectedly team up while on a joint mission with Midnighter, and while Dick is jealous-not-jealous of Bruce’s almost-first partner (in both senses of the word) and develops a one-sided rivalry, Khoa doesn’t recognize Dick at all and is very much into him.

Years later, after Khoa and Bruce’s reconciliation (and still pre-BruDick), Dick and Khoa end up having to work together again in Gotham. Many different types of sparks fly, Bruce has a conniption or two, and eventually everyone gets what they want.

everyone thinks they're Not dating

Bruce and Dick are committed life partners and have been for years. While they’re not exactly hiding it, due to their Situation, they also aren’t broadcasting it, nor do they plan to ever actually get married about it.

Many years into Bruce and Dick’s presumed mutual bachelorhoods, the other Bats realize they’re perfect for each other and decide to matchmake them, while brushing aside any suggestions that they’re already happy together as just-platonic-Bruce-and-Dick things. They all enter an inadvertent competition of escalating matchmaking attempts vs escalating PDA.

fake date for fun and profit

A series of fake dating mishaps:

The JL suspects Slade of an assassination that Rose and Joey both insist he was not involved in even though he doesn’t have an alibi, so Dick invites himself over naked and makes himself into Slade’s alibi until things can be resolved.

Dick needs to get onto a villain cruise for a case and sees Deathstroke on the guest list, so he invites himself as Slade’s plus-one. (Unfortunately, he underestimates the amount of PDA expected.)

Since the initial incident, Slade has been lying to his kids about dating Dick so that they’ll think he’s cool, and now he needs Dick to come over for Christmas and sell the lie. Dick thinks it’s a terrible idea but he goes over to maintain the Wilson family peace.

moral obligations

So I picked up a flash bingo card for July Break Bingo and it seemed to demand that I write Bruce/Dick:

The basic premise is that when Bruce first recognizes his own romantic interest in Dick, he becomes horrified at the thought of what that says about him, so he sends Dick away and from then on attempts to devote himself to being The Most Fatherly Dad Of All Time because he can’t afford to let himself be anything else. This all comes to a head a full decade later (as these things do).

sladick x utrh

During the “Black Mask putting a contract out on Red Hood’s head” phase of UTRH, Dick “hires” his established situationship partner (Slade) to keep Jason alive while they try to work things out.

I posted a snippet of it here last year during trick-or-treating (it has since escaped the icebox so there is hope for it yet!).

[kinetic-elaboration]

March 3: Bellarke, Adoration

Bellamy/Clarke, from the same verse as Make a Lot of Money and Feel Dead Inside

For the prompt "adoration" from my July Break Bingo 2023 bingo card

~1360 words, written in about 40 minutes

*

In the early pre-dawn hours, Clarke stalks through Bellamy's apartment, stealing her fingers across his possessions like a burglar. This is how she will come to learn him again. The small, square rooms are shadowed in soft grays, only the hints of sunbeams filtering through the curtains, dust motes in the widest and strongest of them. The fake-wood floors are smooth and cool beneath her bare feet. She examines the cracks in the spine of the paperback on his coffee table, something science fiction from a library book sale, the call number crossed out on the bottom; she smells the coffee mug left sitting next to it, completely empty, stained on the inside from repeated use. She looks for dust on the flat, shiny leaves of the only plant. She picks up the sweater lying over the back of the sofa, scrunches up the heavy, cabled fabric in her hands, presses it against her face and holds it there.

In the silence all around her, she can hear the tiniest disruptive sounds. The traffic on the street below. The sound of a door closing somewhere in the hall, the click of a lock. If she listens hard enough and holds her breath, she can hear her own heart beating at all of her pulse points. Last night, he kissed them one by one. Her wrists, her neck. He counted each of her ribs. She'd come back to him for this alone, because no one else has ever been so thorough and so patient with her. No one else has ever catalogued every detail of her like Bellamy has, like he's memorizing her, like he's obsessed with her.

She slips on quiet feet into the kitchen. The tile makes her shiver. She's in one of Bellamy's t-shirts and her own underwear from last night that she picked up off the floor, and goosebumps pinch and form down the bare skin of her arms like small pebbles. In the drawer, she counts the knives and the forks and the spoons. Extra plasticware from take-out arranged neatly to the side. Only two mugs and a plate and a fork in the sink, a few more dishes left out drying on the rack. He's become neat. Not that he was ever the worst—but she remembers sneaking into his room in eighth grade, finding piles of laundry on the dull brown carpet and a tower of CDs leaning so precariously, she'd thought she might breathe wrong and send them toppling. A notebook sitting on his desk that might have been math homework or a diary. She'd imagined it was the latter, and if she'd had another moment in the room, she would have opened it. By the time she graduated high school, he was letting her read all his stuff. Those were the days they'd had no secrets from each other.

She leans back against his refrigerator. She's already counted every item inside it. She's imagined him eating strawberries and leftover fried rice and putting creamer in his coffee and she's tried to taste those same tastes on her tongue—what if she could become him? Last night at dinner he'd been quiet and polite, steady like it was a first date and she was someone he wanted to impress. His hair was cut short so, if she didn't know him so well, she wouldn't know that it curled when it grew. He talked about going back to school, asked her questions about the things she'd already told him in their emails back and forth, said on three separate occasions how good it was to see her again. I missed you, I missed you, I missed you.

So polite and formal. The soap in his shower smells like pine, his hand soap like nothing at all. His toothbrush looks new, the bristles on it stiff and barely faded. In his medicine cabinet, ibuprofen and floss. He's responsible. Last night he asked her if she wanted to spend the night before he made any assumptions at all. In high school, he had her hand up her shirt the very first time they kissed.

She'd had a crush on him since the sixth grade. Since she was eleven years old, and he was thirteen. Octavia knew—Clarke told her or she'd guessed, doesn't matter anymore which—maybe it was so obvious that only Bellamy himself could never have figured it out. That was one of the periods where he hung out with them less. Octavia said he was dating a girl in his grade and that had seemed somehow inevitable and impossible both. Bellamy, with a life outside of their friendship; Bellamy falling for someone who wasn't her, when he was supposed to fall for her and be forever with her.

The summer after graduation, he'd driven them all the way out to the next town over, like they were running away, rented a hotel room and told her, You're going to find someone so much better than me. Sounded angry when he said it. He'd been angry often then. Not picking fights but letting her pick them, while he moped around feeling so sorry for himself, and always on a hair trigger—jumpy when she touched him. She asked him if he wanted his jacket back and he said not a fucking chance. He said you're going to be better than all of us and then that he didn't want to talk anymore and then he spent what must have been an hour with his head between her legs.

That's how she remembers it now. Jump cuts and haze and how terrified she had been.

Now he's so upstanding. She's a burnout. And she can't tell him for the same reason he didn't tell her about all of his ancillary jobs back then, cause he had some sort of idea that there existed anything in the world she'd judge him for. Maybe the secrets are where the anger was coming from. By her own logic, she should tell him everything. But he looks at her like she's a goddess.

She catalogues the books on his shelf, the neat stack of notebooks on the bottom one, the photographs in rectangular brown frames on his desk.

If she takes in enough details she'll know him again, she'll know him, she'll take in everything there is to know and she'll have him and he'll always be hers—she'll own him as in blackmail and as in possession and as in true love. What can she do to prove it? Where can she worship? What could she destroy so that he understands her true devotion?

The thoughts, in their circular patterns, drive her mad.

In the small, square bedroom, with its single window and its bed right in the center, and their clothes still scattered on the floor, she pauses for a moment, feeling the way her breath hitches in her throat. Bellamy is sleeping on his back, one of his arms flailed across the mattress, one of his legs bent at the knee. She wets her lips. She stalks closer on her bare feet.

She climbs up over the foot of the bed.

She climbs over him and hovers above his chest.

His freckles are just the same. The ridge of his eyebrows, the shape of his nose and mouth. The delicacy of his eyelids, closed in sleep. No one else has ever understood him like this, and no one else ever could, all the way down to the worst of him—not like her, because she was there. And even if someone could, or if he wanted to trade understanding for calm placidity, for ease—even then, no one else could ever adore him like this. She adores him. She is bound to worship and adoration. She loves all the parts of him he fears and abhors in himself—and she believes of him what he once said of her: you'll be the best of all of us. He already is.

He'd never believe her. Those are the best kept secrets: the ones that would never be believed.

She leans down and kisses the soft spaces beneath his eyes, and waits for him to stir.

[polizwrites]

PoliZ's WIP Update - 10 Jul 2024

A busy week IRL, so didn’t quite make my unofficial word count goal, but was still productive overall.  I touched seven fics (6 new & 1 WIPs) - for a total of 1953 words.   

On Ao3, I posted: 

 Chapter Two of Coming Clean - WinterIron + Stucky PWP.  

(Not a) Perfect Soldier -  Steve POV self-reflection drabble

A Vital Mission -  Steve & Natasha + Avengers family ficlet 

On Tumblr I posted: 

A Plain Brown Envelope - pre-War Stucky Mature ficlet  

Fighting Fire with Fire -  Fantasy AU  Steve & Bucky ficlet 

Hell Bent for Leather - Established relationship Stony Mature ficlet 

Coming Around Again -  post CA:WS recovering!Bucky Stucky ficlet 

An Oasis in the Desert - post CA:WS recovering!Bucky Stucky ficlet  

I’m juggling  20  active/semi-active WIPs with my current  deadline being the  Steve Rogers Bingo which ends on July 15th and the July Break Bingo, which runs for the month of July.  

See  below cut for what I’m working on/planning to work on - arranged more or less by bingos/challenges/etc.  As always, feel free to send me   prompts or plot bunnies as well as asks regarding  any of these projects  or any other WIPs I’ve got out there.   Interaction really helps feed the Muse and keep me motivated!

Fluffy Steve Fest 2024  [FSF_24] (runs 1-7 Jul 2024)

I got a late start on this great event from @fluffystevefest  but still managed to fill six of the seven days before the event ended, posting all but one on the day of the prompt. I’m in the process of posting these to Ao3 and will share a masterlist once this is complete. 

* JULY 1: AFFECTION: Touch-Starved + Kisses - I combined these with my JBB  O3 - "We should take things slow." square for An Oasis in the Desert.      Steve's POV on reuniting with Bucky post CA:WS.  It came in at 140 words. 

* JULY 3: ERAS: Soldier + Icon - I combined this with my SRB D4 - Steve and the Stealth Suit for a 100-word drabble/moodboard combo (Not A) Perfect Soldier . I posted this self-reflective Steve POV drabble to Ao3 this morning.

*  JULY 4: BIRTHDAY - Wishes + Party - Combined this with my SRB  July Adoptable: "Happy Birthday, Steve!" and JBB N5 - Found Family squares for   A Vital Mission.   Natasha hijacks Steve for an ‘urgent Avengers matter’  and  birthday fluff ensues.   Originally posted to Tumblr and then tweaked and posted to Ao3 this morning, it came in at 388 words.  

*  JULY 5: BEDROOM Discreet Packaging + Aphrodisiac  - wrote A Plain Brown Envelope - a pre-war Stucky established relationship ficlet with implied sexual content. It came in at 166 words and will get posted to Ao3 next week.    

* JULY 6: CLOTHES:  Leather jacket + Someone else’s   Combined this prompt with my JBB I1 - "You can't do anything" square for Hell Bent for Leather.  This established Stony ficlet  featuring Tony teasing Steve via texts  came in at  225 words and will get posted to Ao3 next week.  

* JULY 7: STEVE'S ... :  Habits + First times + Happy ending. Combined this prompt with my JBB B4 - Flashback square and  BaBB July: Anxiety prompt for Coming Around Again.  This post CA:WS Steve & Bucky reunion  featuring a flashback to a hot evening in their pre-war apartment came in at 572 words and will get posted to Ao3 next week. 

Steve Rogers Bingo - Round 3 [SRB_R3] (ends  15 Jul 2024)

Twenty-six  fills (two adoptables) and one WIPs at the moment  - gonna try to  fill that last square for a natural blackout!   

* B5 - Magic Steve - combined this with last week’s  Flash Fiction Friday prompt [#FFF260 Fear is a Sickness ] for  Fighting Fire with Fire -  a Fantasy AU with apprentice spellcasters Steve & Bucky.  It came in at 216 words and will get posted to Ao3 before the event is over. 

* C5 - Exes to Lovers -   Working on a fic that will also fill the  BaBB May prompt: Wrong Number.   It’s sitting at 225 words - we’ll see if I can get it done in time.  

* D4 - Steve and the Stealth Suit -  See FSF  JULY 3: ERAS - Soldier & Icon  above. 

* July Adoptable: "Happy Birthday, Steve!"   - see FSF  JULY 4: BIRTHDAY - Wishes + Party  above.  

July Break Bingo [JBB_24] (runs 1-31 Jul) 

@julybreakbingo  is a fantastic any-fandom bingo event designed to spark creativity during the month of July! I’m combining squares with Hot Bucky Summer prompts and my Bucky Barnes Bingo card, as well as a few with the Fluffy Steve Fest and Steve Rogers Bingo -  check those sections for details!   As of now, I have 5 prompts filled and 3 in WIP form, with 14 others potentially planned. 

Hot Bucky Summer 2024 [HBS_R2] (Ends 31 Aug)

More fun from the @buckybarnesevents folks - this time weekly challenges to create (usually NSFW) Bucky-centric fanworks!   Thanks to the July Break Bingo (see above)  and Bucky Barrnes Bingo - I now have ideas/mini-outlines for each week of July.  

* Week 5 June 29th - July 5th:  “We’re...”  +  Friends with Benefits   Added second chapter to  Coming Clean on Friday. This is a WinterIron PWP with Steve joining in for some Stucky sexytimes.  This chapter is from his POV and combines a bunch of prompts: BaBB June:  Bratting and July: Friends with Benefits , BBB Y5 - Polyamory or open relationship and JBB  - B1 - "I made a mistake."  + O1 - Emotional and came in at a  hefty 1017 words.

* Week 6 July 6th - July 12th  - “I won’t be able to stop myself.”  + Gone Feral  Shifting ships here with a WinterHawk fic -  Alpha!Bucky is worried about going into rut after what Hydra did to him; omega! Clint comes up with a satisfying solution. (FYI-  the smut is fade to black).   Riding Out His Rut is drafted at 1544 words and  crosses over  with  BBB: Y4 - Cursed! &  JBB:  B2 - "I'm what's wrong." +  G1 - Aggressive + G3 +  Alt4 - Love as being present. It will post on the 12th. 

* Week 7 July 13th - July 19th -  “Put this on for me.” + Blindfolds  + Collars 

Going back to WinterIron for this - Tony trying to hide the results of a D/s scene gone; Bucky steps in to help. Crossing over with:  JBB O5 - "Where did you get this?"  + Alt1 - None of us want to be fully revealed. All our faults and weaknesses laid bare for the world. + Alt5 - Love as patience.   All Our Faults Laid Bare  is currently sitting at 810 words & am planning to post on the 19th.  

* Week 8 July 20th - July 26th -   “Maybe this'll help you relax”  + Cockwarming  Wartime -  Steve dealing with planning Howlies’ next mission  - doesn't have time to fool around. Bucky comes up with a way to let him do both. Potential crossovers with  BaBB June; Cockwarming, BBB: U1 - KINK: "Please let me come." & JBB:   O4 - I'm gonna remember this." + I4 - "Don't let me stop you." + N4 - Priorities

* Week 9 July 27th - August 2nd - FREE WEEK | Optional Prompts: WAM (Wet & Messy),

Steve post Rebirth  - copious amount of semen when he comes -  Bucky is 100% here for it.  Crossover with BBB: B4 - Showoff  JBB: I2 - "I feel disgusting." + N1- "Are you done?" + Alt2 - Love as passion 

* Week 11 August 10th - August 16th

 “You look good like this.” + Kneeling  + Tied Down  +  Ruined.  

Possibly Chapter 3   of  The Business of Pleasure -  backtrack with Steve POV?    See if any BaBB prompts fit.  

Hawkeyes Bingo [HB_R2] (Ends TBD) 

Working on this  Tumblr event - got a 3x3 card and and am looking forward to creating more  Clint-centric content and trying my hand at a bit of  Kate Bishop fic as well!    

* A3 - Awkward Flirting – this might be a good entry into my first femslash fic with Kate/Yelena?    

* B2 - FREE - using this toward  HBS Week 6 above.   

* C1 - Magic -  Combined this with a previous Flash Fiction Friday prompt  [#FFF259 House of Cards]   for   Keep a Steady Hand.  Clint notices Bucky getting frustrated with a task and offers to help.  It came in at 632 words and will post to Ao3 possibly later this month.  

Build-A-Bucky Bingo [BaBB_R1] (Ends 1 Sep 2024)

Another fun year-long  event from the folks at  @buckybarnesevents!  Each month there’s a list of prompts and you choose (at least) one  each month for your card!  At seventeen fills and two WIPs with five months to go, I seem to be going a bit overboard …. 😁

* May:  Bucky’s Trigger Words -  combined this with last week’s  Flash Fiction Friday prompt [#FFF251 Out There] for Just To Live One Day Out There - a Winter Soldier self-reflective ficlet. It came in at 312 words and will get posted to Ao3 Real Soon. 

* May:  Praise Kink - planning to fill this with Chapter Six of A Little Bit Carried Away where Alpha!Bucky and omega!Tony get to live out their fantasies.  It’s sitting at 754 words and will get posted later this month.  

* May: Wrong Number.  See SRB Exes to Lovers above 

* June:  Bratting - see HBS Week 5 above.  

* June: Cockwarming -  see HBS Week 8 above.   

* June: Touch Starved - see HB Magic prompt above

* July: Friends with Benefits - see HBS Week 5 above

* July: Anxiety - see FSF July 7 above 

WinterIron Bingo Round 2  [WIB_R2] (Ends 16 Dec 2024)

Signups are still open for pre-made cards for Round Two of this super-fun bingo event! I have fifteen  fills and zero WIPs at the moment - setting this aside for the moment, as I have other time-sensitive events going.  

* Iron Soldier (One Bingo, One Fill) - looking at combining my Column B prompts: Matchmaker, Bucky Riding Tony, Stark Gala, Inside Joke and Threesome.  Still working on a plot - if you have any suggestions/want-to-sees - let me know! 

* I3 - Car Sex -  Have a fun ficlet in mind for this - some of the dialogue & such already worked out in my head.   Possibly combine with JBB B3 - "You're in denial." or  B5 - "Wanna practice?"

*I4 - SHIELD HQ - combined this with the Flash Fiction Friday prompt [#FFF245 You Never Cared] and wrote Fathers Don’t Know Best  -  No Power AU with Bucky working as an analyst at SHIELD who stumbles across a late night visitor to the lobby.  It came in at 407 words and will get posted to Ao3 before the event ends.  

* N1 - Hair Pulling Kink -  thanks to a fun prompt from @scottxlogan  - I filled this square with Untangling Their Attraction - where Tony’s offer of assistance leads to mutual kink discovery (not as racy as it might sound).  It’s coming in at 544 words and will post to Ao3 before this event is over. 

* N5 - "I'm here for you."  - Possibly the next chapter of  Lady Natasha’s Consort and Lord Steve’s Companion ?  

Bucky Barnes Bingo - Round Six [BBB - R6]  (Ends 31 Mar)

This amazing bingo event from the folks over at @buckybarnesbingo is back!  I have seven   fills, and three WIPs and have several more crossovers planned. 

* B4 - Showoff - see HBS Week 9 above.

* U1 - KINK: "Please let me come."  - see HBS Week 8 above

* K4 - Last Times/Farewells - combined this with a previous  Flash Fiction Friday prompt [#FFF257 Count The Days ] for  Short-Timing It - a pre-war (just barely) Bucky & Steve (Stucky if you squint) ficlet. It came in at 313 words and will post to Ao3 before the event is over.   

* Y4 - Cursed!  - see HBS Week 6 above 

* Y5 - Polyamory or open relationship - see  HBS Week 5 above 

Warm and Fluffy   Bingo  [WFB]   (no end date)

Eight fills on my card, courtesy of   @warmandfluffybingocards  - need to try for another crossover or two!

* I2 - Vulnerable Drunk - matched this up with a previous Flash Fiction Friday prompt of [#FFF258 Milky Way Dreams]  for Sweet Dreams and Flying Machines -  a MIT-era Tony & Rhodey ficlet, where a drunk Tony shares a childhood dream with his best friend.  It came in at 318 words and will get posted to Ao3 at some point.   

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[winterironevents]

June 10th - July 20th, 2023

It's been a minute!

Look under the cut for the amazing works made in the past month and a half-ish.

We will be returning to our normal Saturday schedule next week.

Thanks to @massivespacewren as always for the incredible fanart you see here.

Now let's get to some WinterIron goodies!

The Theory of Love, Electric by Halfpennybuddha

Rated: M

Tags: No archive warnings apply, Princess Diaries AU, Royal AU, High School AU, Gay Bucky Barnes, Bisexual Tony Stark, implied/referenced drug use, implied/referenced self-harm, Bucky Barnes Needs a Hug, Bullying, non-consentual kiss, no sex, but minor over clothes frottage and kissing, Tony & Bucky are both 18, dancer Bucky Barnes, Steve Rogers is a Good Bro, endless shopping, implied/referenced alcohol abuse, underage drinking (not main characters), mentions of cancer, mentions of serious illness (past), supportive family, family feels, Jewish Bucky Barnes, unplanned pregnancy, light angst

Summary: "“Even after his tragic death, it should not have changed much regarding succession. I…well, I was still in good health, though in mourning. But now…your grandfather’s death last year, and my testicular cancer, you see. The treatment…well, I am sterile, Iacob.”

Bucky dropped his sandwich.

AKA The Winteriron Princess Diaries AU that nobody asked for."

Takin’ What They’re Givin’ (‘Cause I’m Workin’ for a Livin’) - Chapter 8: Mission Six: Breaking All the Rules by @polizwrites

Rated: E

Tags: Identity Porn, camboy!Bucky, Iron Man Tony Stark/Modern Bucky Barnes, Cap!Steve/Modern Bucky Barnes, oral sex, anal sex, Sugar Daddy, Revelations, Happy Endings

Summary: Bucky's little camboy sidegig - where he plays 'Special Agent Jay' -- gets him attention from an unexpected quarter. Chapter 8 Bucky finally makes it to Seoul, and so do two people very important to him.

My Love is Vengeance - Chapter 4 by @polizwrites

Rated: T

Tags: Canon Divergence, young!Tony, bodyguard!Winter Soldier, recovering!Bucky, POV Bucky, Hydra, double agent

Summary: "[Part of Behind Blue Eyes Series] Still disguised as Jacob, the Soldier goes to a club with Tony. Tony runs into trouble and they both reveal their feelings just before the Soldier’s hand is forced. Chapter 4: The next day, Tony and Bucky are separated and learn more about what Hydra expects of them before reuniting again. "

Surprise Afternoon Shopping by @endlesstwanted

Rated: E

Tags: Sugar Daddy AU, Lingerie, Semi-Public Sex

Summary: With Bucky’s promotion’s party this weekend, Tony’s taken on a surprise afternoon shopping session in search of clothes for the occasion. They just may or may not have spent all of it at Bucky’s regular sex shop.

Home Again (Chapter 31) by @scottxlogan

Rated: E

Tags: Post-Avengers: Endgame (Movie), Canon Divergence - Avengers: Endgame (Movie), Supernatural Elements, Canon-Typical Violence, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, References to Depression, Bucky Barnes Has PTSD, Bucky Barnes & Sam Wilson Friendship, Pre-Relationship, Angst with a Happy Ending, Angst and Hurt/Comfort, Angst and Tragedy, Angst and Romance, Blood Loss, Adult Content, Explicit Language, Enemies to Friends to Lovers, Blood and Injury, Dreams and Nightmares, Slow Burn, Sexual Content

Summary: After a few surprising truths are revealed Bucky and Tony are reunited at the reservoir in Wakanda. Will it spell disaster or prove to be the happy ending they've both been searching for?

WinterIron Bingo - July 2023 Round Robin by AoifeLaufeyson, endlesstwanted, HadrianPeverellBlack, Politzania, scottxlogan, Sivan325

Rated: G

Tags: Alternate Universe - Modern: No Powers, Fake/Pretend Relationship, Love Confessions, Crushes, Mutual Pining

Summary: When Natasha talks Bucky into pretending to be her boyfriend so her nosy (but well-meaning) family will leave her alone -- the last thing Bucky expects is to run into his crush: Tony Stark.

Late-Night Requirements by @every-marveler-ever

Rated: G

Tags: Tony Stark is scared (but won’t admit it), Hydra

Summary: Hydra had always been a pain for them, but since dating Sam and Bucky, Hydra became a whole new level of scary to Tony. They said it would be easy, and simple, but Tony just couldn’t believe that.

Love You Doll by Aralia Tutela

Rated: T

Tags: Living Doll

Summary: Put me away like a doll when they didn't need me.' Tony's mind caught on that phrase, and suddenly he knew what he could do to help his lover relax.

And So It Goes by @purpleicedteas

Rated: M

Tags: Single Dad Tony, Recluse Bucky, Brief mention of Pepper's breast cancer and death; Silver Fox Bucky, Silver Fox Tony, Single Dad Tony, Engineer Tony, Former FBI Agent Bucky, Recluse Bucky, Alpine the Cat

Summary: Bucky Barnes was a retired FBI agent living as a recluse. Content with a solitary lifestyle, he lived for years with only the company of Alpine, his feline companion. When the empty home next to theirs is filled with new neighbors, Alpine and Bucky find their lives weaving with the handsome engineer and his daughter.

Never Have I Ever by @scottxlogan

Rated: E

Tags: Sexual Content, Jealousy, Implied/Referenced Cheating, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Not Steve Rogers Friendly, Past Steve Rogers/Tony Stark, Past Bucky Barnes/Steve Rogers, Minor Sharon Carter/Steve Rogers, Light Bondage, Angst with a Happy Ending, Light Angst, Blindfolds, Restraints, Declarations Of Love, Established Relationship, Angst, Alcoholic Tony Stark, Past Alcohol Abuse/Alcoholism

Summary: When the team gets together to spend a night under the stars playing a game of Never Have I Ever, it opens the door to a tense situation where Bucky and Tony are left facing an uncomfortable truth about the history they have with Steve. Will it prove to be the think that pulls their blossoming relationship apart or will it bring them closer together when everything is said and done?

Its Vital Heat by @halfpennybuddha

Rating: G

Tags: James "Bucky" Barnes/Tony Stark, Winifred Barnes/George Barnes, Meeting the Parents, Modern Art

Summary:

“You don’t recognize me, do you?” He couldn’t tell if her voice was teasing or reproachful, and it made him a bit nervous.

“Uh, no, ma’am. I’m sorry.” She laughed, then, the sound a bit like the tinkling of bells.

“Don’t fret so, child. My name is Maria Stark. My son has spoken of you often the past few weeks.” She informed him, taking a delicate sip of her drink.

Oh, God. Tony’s mother.

A Sugar-Coated Pill - Chapter 2 by @polizwrites

Rated: T

Tags: No Powers AU, A/B/O AU, Sugar Daddy AU, Political Campaigns, Amputee!Bucky, Alpha!Bucky, young!Tony, Omega!Tony, Slow Dancing

Summary: Now that they have a few events under their belts, Bucky and Tony start to get more comfortable around one another during a Fourth of July party.

Looking At You by @scottxlogan

Rated: M

Tags: 5+1 Things, Romance, Implied Sexual Content, Implied/Referenced Sex, Falling In Love, Jealousy, Yoga, Light Angst, Happy Ending, Digital Art, Prompt Fic

Summary: Bucky reflects on those five times he's seen Tony in his yoga pants and the way they made an impact on him. Later Tony reflects on the one time he saw Bucky in his.

The Upside by @otpcutie

Rated: E

Tags: body swap AU, found family, transguy Tony, flirting, teasing, mutual pining, boys in love, fluff, jerking off, smut

Summary: Tony and Bucky give each other permission to get off while body swapped.

[blackwood4stucky]

do you trust me with your scars enough to show me your heart

author: aspen blackwood

series: wonder if it's room in heaven for savages

james “bucky” barnes x steve rogers | mcu

masterpost | 🅼 | word count: 3455 | multichapter fic

tags: creature au, non traditional omegaverse, pre war ➳ ww2 era stucky, twisted fairytale

There was always a sweetness that lingered in Steve’s nose whenever he spent time with Bucky Barnes. It was a light floral scent with underlying honey and peach that followed Bucky wherever he went. Steve was never too far behind, low eyes and an intoxicated grin gracing his features every time. It was the look of a boy caught in a snare. - A dark and twisted fairytale.

bingo fills + event prompts

@anyfandomaubingo | free space

@afgomegaversebingo | falling asleep together

@anyfandomfluffbingo | cuddling in bed

@augustwritingchallenge: april showers brings m-au flowers | flower language

@avengersbingo | soulmate au

@badthingshappenbingo | forgetting to eat

@buckybarnesbingo: round 6 | u1: bed sharing

@buckybarnesevents

babb 2023 | soulgazing [march prompt] hot bucky summer 2024 | week 4: free week

creatures & cryptids: into the wilds bingo | will o’ wisp

crossover bingo | soulmates au

@eclipsingbingo

card 1 | blood from mouth card 2 | biting

@fandombingo: r1999 bingo | rpf card: "your hands are trembling"

@fandom-free-bingo

valentine’s edition | fairy au wild edition | broken skin + childhood friends world book night edition | iele au

@hurtcomfort-bingo | falling asleep on each other

hurt and comfort bingo: pick your poison bingo round 1 | fever

@julybreakbingo: pre july 24 | canon divergence, kink: wings

kinky-things-happen | cuddling

loversbingo

the conflict | throwing a punch the reeling | unsure & suspicious the solution | dark magic

scalding hot: consent issues bingo | wings as erogenous zones

@seasonaldelightsbingo: language of flowers bingo | spearmint [warm sentiment]

@stuckygeekevents: stucky geek bingo | tension, body image issues

@sweetspicybingo: hurt/comfort bingo | hand holding

@the-slumberparty: sundae bar | cookies & cream: soulmates

@yearoftheotpevent | march: fairytale au

read ch. 1: a maze you love getting lost in

ao3 | sqwa

mini playlist

[cywscross]

Title: Covet Fandom: F&F x HP Character/Pairing: Regulus Black/Owen Shaw, Regulus Black, Owen Shaw Rating: E Word Count: 7,026 Summary: Owen's never held back from leaving visible evidence of his avarice. Tags: Crossover, Crossovers & Fandom Fusions, Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot, Porn with Feelings, Established Relationship, Blow Jobs, Hand Jobs, Stubble Burn, Biting, Bruises, Anal Fingering, Anal Sex, Fisting, Orgasm Denial, Multiple Orgasms, Overstimulation, Possessive Behaviour, Pillow Talk, Touch-Starved, Aftercare, Trust, Fluff

Submitted For:

@julybreakbingo - Pre-July Break Bingo 2024 - Painful Sex or Tender Sex | Kink: Orgasm Control/Denial | Kink: Coming Untouched | Stubble Burn or Just the Tip - July Break Bingo 2024 - Kink: Marks/Marking | Kink: Fisting | Cumming Untouched or Accidental Stimulation | “I’m sorry‚ I just don’t wanna hurt you.” | Obsession or Blissfully Ignorant | Kink: Overstimulation | Trust or Suspicion | Touch Starved - Gen Prompt Bingo [Round 25] - Crossover: TV shows and movies @seasonaldelightsbingo - Seasonal Delights Bingo: Types of Love [Card 1] - bed sharing - Seasonal Delights Bingo: Types of Love [Card 2] - Soft Love @fandom-free-bingo - Fandom-Free Bingo: WBN Edition [Card 1] - "I'm Right Here." - Fandom-Free Bingo: Maritime Edition [Card 1] - "Tell Me What You Want." - Fandom-Free Bingo: Pride Edition - Leaning into the Other Person

[julybreakbingo]

hey there! I signed up for the post july but didn't see any information about submissions closing. Is it too late to participate?

It is not too late to participate! There's no information about submissions closing because we plan to run Post-July Break Bingo until just before Pre-July Break Bingo starts around May-June. We've got your submission so you should be getting a card soon!

Thank you for joining, we hope you have fun!