Dark & Spicy Evanstan

A fandom event dedicated to top!Chris Evans/bottom!Sebastian Stan and the various characters they've played over the years. Get your dark & spicy fix here! 😈 | Halcyonian Love |

[darkspicyevanstan]

Welcome to a Dark & Spicy Evanstan Fest!

This event is dedicated to top!Chris Evans/bottom!Sebastian Stan and the various characters they've played over the years. Get your dark & spicy fix here! 😈

The fest will be an ongoing, low pressure, event where you can choose from all sorts of prompts to inspire your next piece of fiction.

The prompt lists will be continuously updated so be sure to check those out.

More information available below the cut!

⚡️ Rules ⚡️

→ No minors allowed due to the explicit/mature themes that will be featured in participating works.

→ This event will focus on any top!Chris Evans character paired with any bottom!Sebastian Stan character. Yes this event will include Real Person Fiction (Actor RPF, MCU RPF, etc.). Switching and polyships are not allowed here. Ex: Steve/Bucky/Sam, Lloyd/Reader/Nick, Chris/OFC/Sebastian, Ransom/OMC/Max, etc.

→ There are no content restrictions in this event. Yes, this includes all manner of dark fiction and dead dove themes. As long as everything this tagged appropriately, you can write whatever you want.

→→ If you come across a fic with themes you don't like, simply click away.

→ No word minimum or maximum.

→ One prompt per chapter/oneshot.

→ "Choose not to warn" fics are allowed. Once again, make sure anything triggering is appropriately tagged.

→ Make sure that the submission you're using for this event is completely new. However, a new chapter/piece in an already in progress fic/series is acceptable.

⚡️ Challenge Mode ⚡️

→ Double Challenge mode: 1 AU + 1 Trope

→→ Triple Challenge mode: 1 AU + 1 Creature + 1 Trope

→→→ Quadruple Challenge mode: 1 AU + 1 Creature + 1 Literary Form + 1 Trope

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→ If you use platforms outside of Tumblr to publish, you may post your works to the AO3 and Squidge collections!

⚡️ Format ⚡️

As long as the requirements below are somewhere in your tumblr posts, your submissions will be reblogged!

Title of Submission Pairing Rating Warnings Prompt(s) Used Link

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⚡️ Masterlist Format ⚡️

Title of Tumblr Post: Dark & Spicy Evanstan [Month] Masterlist

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- Prompt(s) Used

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⚡️ Memo ⚡️

→ Cross-posting with other events is allowed and encouraged.

→ If you'd like to use a beta reader, feel free!

This event is meant to be fun and inspiring, so please enjoy yourselves! Feel free to send an ask if you have any questions.

Dark & Spicy Mod

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Rating: Explicit (E) Word Count: 4.7K Notable Tags: Dom/Sub AU, Heavy Power Imbalance, Non-Con (from characters other than Steve and in the past, no major detail), Daddy Kink, Age Difference, Sex Trafficking, Human Trafficking, Submissive Auction, Angst With a Happy Ending, Depressive Thoughts, Depressed Bucky Barnes, Slight Stockholm Syndrome, Crying, Subspace, Blowjob, Face Fucking, Orgasm Denial, Cock Cage, Size Kink, Size Difference A/N: This was originally supposed to be published in the last Kinktober I participated in under my Age Difference day. I've only read one story that was in the Dom/Sub AU and I was so taken with it, it's all I thought about as I wrote this. It's a universe where, kind of like Omegaverse, everyone has a designation of Dominant or Submissive. I didn't dive into it too heavily, but I left it totally up for my interpretation so...don't mind me lol. Compared to what I usually write, this one is kind of twisted and dark. Please read the tags and don't continue reading if it makes you uncomfy. ❤️

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The lights in this room are much more dim than the ones in the showcase room they’ve just performed in. He feels the line of his shoulders relax at the sight, be it merely a smidgen, heart still hammering against his rib cage. His limbs continue to tremble unpleasantly, his head pounding, his hole wet and aching to the point of pain. 

He is used to this happening when he’s used without completion, climax other than his own being robbed from him, when he isn’t used for his purpose. He does as they’ve trained him though— he ignores his tender emotions and his body’s biological signs of unfulfilled submission. 

Bucky barely has half the mind to take in his surroundings, to lift his chin and glance around the room he’s quickly being shuffled into. It almost looks like a study, someone’s personal office or library. It’s deceivingly cozy with its maroon walls and moody lighting, a fireplace lit and in use on one end of the room, bookshelves lining the opposite wall. He’s slow to take in the bed in the center of the room, one that seems entirely out of place yet perfect in this setting, large and cloud-like and luxurious. 

The exhaustive ache that Bucky feels deep down to the center of his being yearns to curl up in the center of that bed like a kitten, to not be roused for hours on end. Instead he’s ordered to his knees on the rug next to it, the command settling unpleasantly on the nape of his neck like they always do. 

He looks down at himself, his nude and flushed form, eyes locking onto his hands bound and curled together in his lap, and he wonders how this is where he ended up in life. 

“Listen to me,” the handler tells him, voice unharsh yet still grating, the command one he’s forced to listen to. Bucky’s never enjoyed his designation, has rarely ever been comfortable being a Sub, but these moments are the ones he hates the most. He despises not having a choice, has a special kind of hatred for being commanded against his will, his body listening before his mind can fight against it. But he’s quick to respond, quick to mumble, “Yes, Sir,” because that’s what they’ve spent the last three months training Bucky to do. 

“You no longer belong to us,” the Dominant handler states without emotion, and even given the circumstances, relief kicks up into Bucky’s chest. “Your personal possessions are in this bag, your Dom will handle everything else once your bond is initiated. If it is initiated.” Bucky flinches. “You understand the reputation we hold here and the standards we’ve instilled in you, yes?” 

Bucky bites out another, “Yes, Sir,” before the handler is done moving purposefully around the room, coming to stand in front of Bucky. He doesn’t raise his head, just as he’s been taught.

“Good. I advise you to keep those in mind once you leave this place. You haven’t been the easiest Sub to deal with, James. I’d hate for your Dom to send you back here because you did not meet expectations. He won you fair and square with the highest bid; don’t make him regret that.” 

The severity of the situation Bucky’s been put in, the past few months, hits him in the solar plexus when he hears these words. He isn’t sure why his brain decides to catch up in this moment, why he decides to feel the weight of the past weeks here at the feet of his handler in the very last moment they’ll see each other, but he feels his chest constrict painfully. His hole aches in waves, mouth watering in preparation for what it thinks is coming, desperate, and Bucky bites back his whimper when he feels his dick wish to fill out. 

He never gets what he wants, what he needs, is always left feeling unfulfilled and purposeless. They’ve had to increase his dosage of meds they give him each day as a result of how affected he has become from touch after touch leaving him emptier and emptier. A Sub shouldn’t live like this yet here he is, having been picked up off the streets and trained to be the best of the best on such evil touches. 

He’s going to be so fucked up because of this place. 

Having been put on display in every possible way in the performance room during his shining moment, he wonders if this is the last time he’ll feel so used and hollow. Will his new Dom continue to leave him feeling so empty? Will he make Bucky do things he doesn’t want to do, use him against his will, take advantage of him and his designation? He feels so low in this moment he can’t see anything but that happening, of being owned and living this life of misery. Surely Bucky won’t survive. 

His handler doesn’t even say goodbye, doesn’t acknowledge Bucky as he leaves, and Bucky hates how much that hurts. He’s once again betrayed by his biological needs, betrayed by the intrinsic need to please and to obey, and even given the piss poor treatment they’ve put him through here, Bucky wishes his handler would leave him with more positive words, with the praise he so desperately craves. 

When he hears the door close behind the Dom, he can’t help the whimper that bubbles up and out of his mouth. 

His eyes don’t leave the floor because no one has told him he can raise his head, and even though he no longer belongs to this establishment, he can’t will his inner submissive to look up. Instead, his eyes lock onto the cage around his dick. He despises this thing. Before he was lured in with promises of a warm meal and an even warmer bed he had only heard of cock cages being utilized in either the most severe of relationships or for fun, no in between. He had never worn one until his training. 

He hates it, has tried taking it off on his own multiple times before his harshest of training had set in. He hasn’t come once during his time here, can barely remember what his own climax feels like. 

“Your pleasure no longer belongs to you, James. Your orgasms are not your own; they belong to your Dom.”

It’s ironic yet devastating to Bucky that all of this training, all of this pain, was pointless. Bucky could be a good Sub for someone, he knows it. He could give the right someone all of the things his training had brought out without the misery he’s gone through for these people. He could give his mind, body, and soul easily over to the right person. This line of thinking shifts into the only thing that brought him comfort each night; the only thing that helped him get the little sleep that he did— 

His Daddy. 

Well, hopefully his Daddy. 

If he’s the perfect man for Bucky, he’ll be his Daddy. 

And his knight in shining armor, this perfect Dom, his Daddy, would come one day to take him away from this hell. That’s what he dreamt about each night, that his Dom, strong enough for the both of them, big enough to easily cradle Bucky’s not entirely petite form close to his chest, would whisk him away from this place and give him everything he could ever need. His Dom that can teach him how to cook his favorite meals for him, his Dom that is patient, his Dom that is proud of Bucky. Every night when he needed comfort to sleep, this man would be the comfort Bucky needed to finally rest. 

Bucky wonders what his Dom is going to be like, what he’s going to look like, but most of all Bucky wonders if he is going to like Bucky. Surely he is attracted to Bucky if he got into a bidding war with someone else for Bucky, if he paid damn near a million dollars for Bucky’s bond, for his life. There is a sliver of hope that the highest bidder’s intentions are pure.

Bucky is so exhausted, right down to the bone, that he doesn’t even startle when he hears the door to the room open once more. He doesn’t lift his head, as he’s been taught, but this time he does it because of the onslaught of nerves that wrack his body. This is it, this is his new Dom, the one he’ll have for life, the one whose bond will be initiated tonight. With one last unmated deep breath, Bucky sends a wish out into the universe for his Dom to be kind, for him to show Bucky the love he’s never been given in life, to love Bucky. 

The sound of steady footsteps reach his ears at almost the same moment a sense of calm washes over Bucky’s being. It hits him in waves, drips down his spine like warm honey, a sensation so pleasurable his chest shakes with his caged sob. His nostrils fill with the scents of cinnamon and vanilla and a bonfire deep in the forest. His eyes well up with tears as he continues to look down at his hands, mind racing in disbelief at his body’s immediate reaction to his new Dom, a reaction he’s not experienced before.

Hope begins to seep into Bucky’s limbs as a pair of sleek, black boots come into view.

“James?”

Oh. 

He doesn’t realize he’s holding his breath until his next exhale comes out as a choked sob. Upon hearing that voice the hope in his body bursts, shatters, into something more fierce, something that has him responding with a quiet and thoughtless— 

“Daddy?” 

He doesn’t look up, doesn’t let his eyes leave the floor, those expensive boots. He feels his hands tremble in his lap, can almost hear them do so. He isn’t given enough time to panic about addressing his new Dom by a title that wasn’t approved by him, wasn’t given permission to use, because his Dom is responding confidently. 

“Look at me, please.”

Bucky’s eyelids flutter upon hearing the gentle command in such a soothing, rich voice, and he takes a deep and shaky breath before listening like a good boy…

And immediately begins sobbing in full.

It’s the faceless man from Bucky’s dreams, he’s sure of it. He has kind ocean eyes, an otherworldly physical presence. There’s experience etched into every part of his being, from his graying hair to the wrinkles around his eyes to the calmness that sweeps off of him in waves. He smiles down at Bucky and it makes him feel like he’s the most precious creature on the planet. 

“Oh, my angel…”

This is the man that is going to save his life.

This is his Daddy. 

With his eyesight now blurry because of his tears, he doesn’t see the hand coming down before it cups his chin. There’s a strength in this grip that Bucky knows will soothe him, hold him, love him for the rest of his life. A thumb swipes at his tears, wiping them from his cheek. He can’t remember the last time he felt such comfort from another human being. Even before he was forced into this facility, through all his sexual encounters, gentleness and softness were not things he experienced. He’s almost forgotten what it’s like, to feel a reassuring touch. 

“James,” his Daddy reverently murmurs, stroking his thumb over Bucky’s trembling bottom lip. “Why are you crying, sweetheart?” 

He swallows thickly, his eyes roving over his Daddy’s face, taking a few seconds to selfishly drink the older man in. His body reacts to its Dom’s presence like it knows its Daddy is finally here, its biological needs taking over all other needs, roaring to life within him. Bucky’s eyes fight to not cross when he takes in the size of his Dom’s denim-clad thighs, how he fills out his cozy sweater. His Daddy’s so big. He wiggles his hips where he sits, chin in his Daddy’s big hand. 

“I’ve just…I’ve…I’ve been waiting for you for so long,” is what Bucky ends up saying quietly, sniffling, and his Dom’s smile is slow and sweet, like he enjoys Bucky’s answer. 

“I’ve been waiting for you forever, James.” 

Those words feel like pure sunlight.

But Bucky shakes his head without thought, stops himself abruptly after two shakes. He’s reminded then of his handler’s words, that he was a difficult Sub. He can’t take the risk of being anything but the best Sub. He’s already afraid to lose his Daddy; he has to be good. 

But his Dom has caught his defiance. 

“What is it, James?” 

“Nothing, Sir.” 

His Dom doesn’t miss a beat. 

“No, sweetheart— no lies, no holding back, no unspoken feelings. I always want to know what you are thinking, what your feelings are. So tell me, James. What is it?” 

Christ. Bucky can’t help but sniffle again, unable to get his tears under control. His Dom is perfect. 

“B-Bucky,” he mumbles. “I go by Bucky. I don’t…I don’t like James.” 

His Dom’s smile is warm, his fingers that squeeze around Bucky’s chin reassuring. He repeats Bucky’s name, practicing it a few times, each one sending Bucky melting further into his head and surely into the floor. 

“Of course, sweetheart— Bucky. My name is Steve,” he tells him, and Bucky’s insides warm with more of that sunlight Steve is bringing into his life. 

Steve. 

A strong name for a strong man, a name that belongs to a man that gently commands attention. It’s the perfect name, or so Bucky thinks.

“But you can call me Daddy, Bucky.’

That’s the best name, the perfect name. 

Hands still tied together in his lap, dick still in its cage, Bucky turns his head and nuzzles his cheek into his new Daddy’s palm, the warmth and sheer size of it making him lightheaded. It takes him a moment to recognize that this is the beginnings of him going under, of finding that sweet space within. He’d gotten so used to being forced there, his designation being used against him to put him under, that he’d almost forgotten what it was like to be sent there willingly. 

His whimpers seem endless even to his own ears. 

“Look at that,” Steve marvels from his place above Bucky, voice the most soothing of tones, a sensation in and of itself. He allows Bucky to nuzzle his cheek further into his palm, even as Bucky gives into the urge and desire to press kisses to his fingers. Such a forgiving Dom.

“I knew it the moment I laid eyes on you, that you’d be everything I’ve dreamt of having all to myself.”

Bucky sobs. The emotions that one sentence brings him is enough to beg Steve to not go any further. But Bucky is selfish, he is admittedly greedy. He’s been given nothing while being here, before this. He has continuously poured from a deserted and infinitely empty cup and has been given nothing when his heart, his mind, his body demands it, needs it, in order to survive. 

“Your tears,” Steve murmurs, interjecting his own shared line of thinking. “Are they good or bad, Bucky? Please tell me.” 

A request yet a command. A tender one. One Bucky must answer, is finally willing to answer. “Both,” is what he decides to admit. 

“Both?” 

He nods his head within Steve’s grip. “Yes, Daddy. Bad because…because I am sad for my past self. That I was never given a chance to be good and then said chance was forcefully taken away from me.” Before Steve can speak to those words, Bucky quickly continues. “But good because you’re here…you’re finally here. And I…I get to be so g-good for you.” 

Steve’s exhale is heavy, laced with a sound of pleasure that settles over Bucky’s own shoulders and neck. Bucky’s dick strains against its cage, his mind slipping from himself further. 

Steve sticks his thick thumb between Bucky’s lips and Bucky nearly sobs again, hiccuping around where he purses his mouth.

“You are extraordinary,” Steve tells him and Bucky truly believes it given his reverent tone. “The moment you stepped on stage, I knew it. I’ve been coming here for years. Did they tell you that? Years, Bucky.  I’m their hardest client to please, the one they couldn’t wait to be rid of. Money is of no importance, my preferences vague. Kept telling them I’d know when to bid, when the right Sub would be coming home with me.”  

Bucky sucks on Steve’s thumb harder, grateful to have something in his mouth as his Dom showers him with praise. 

“They even told me they’d go out of their way to find someone that fit what I was looking for, that we could forgo an auction altogether. I told them no.”

His Daddy is so powerful. 

Bucky slips further into his head. 

“Never once did I question myself; I knew you were out there. And when you stepped onto that stage with those legs and that mouth and those eyes…oh, kitten— you were made for me.” 

Bucky sways forward, head dizzy with need and relief curling together, tightly wound. Steve wraps his other fingers around Bucky’s chin, holding him steady. 

“And you’re going to be the sweetest, most affectionate boy for me, aren’t you? This is everything we’ve both been waiting for, isn’t it?”

Bucky nods his head frantically, laps at Steve’s thumb and sucks it into the back of his mouth. 

“You’re going to bring us so much joy through your submission, aren’t you? You’re going to bring us the purpose we’ve been craving. Together.” 

Bucky doesn’t know how to communicate that his feelings are terribly overwhelming, that he doesn’t know what to do with himself because of it. The force of his emotions leave his body trembling where he kneels. If Steve’s thumb weren’t in his mouth his teeth would surely be clacking against one another with the force of his tremors. His head spins in less of the dizzy way he’s been experiencing these past weeks and more in a euphoric way he’s always dreamt it could. 

His body already trusts its Daddy, leaning towards him and into his touch, loosening up further and further. The line in his shoulders softens, the tension in his thighs diminishes. Even with Steve’s thumb in his mouth, the tightness no longer residing in his jaw is obvious. 

Even as Bucky spent his nights dreaming of this moment, weeping for this moment, he never imagined it could be this perfect. 

But then Steve is reaching for his belt buckle with his other hand, the button on his jeans, and Bucky wonders if he is in fact dreaming. 

“Let Daddy give you something else to suck on, sugar. You look like you need it,” Steve purrs, reaching into his now open pants and pulling out his cock. Weeping nearly as much as Bucky has been, Steve’s cock is impossibly thick and deliciously heavy. It has Bucky’s hips wiggling once more, his vision going blurry as he’s presented with his Daddy’s cock for the very first time. He can’t stop the onslaught of sniffles and weepy eyes as he reminds himself once more that he’s so goddamn lucky Steve waited for him. 

He opens his mouth as soon as that cock is above him, letting Steve’s thumb pop from between his lips, whining as he does so. He can smell Steve from here, his warm scent with an added muskiness to it that has Bucky unabashedly groaning, tongue out. 

And then Steve pulls his balls out too, and Bucky nearly asks to be pinched. 

“Daddy…” 

“Gimme a kiss, sweetheart. Let Daddy feel that precious mouth.”

The moment the fat head of Steve’s cock lands on his tongue, Bucky feels the closest thing to submissive bliss he’s ever felt. It’s euphoric. The taste of him, this Dom, his Daddy, blooms on his tongue, bursts through his being. The taste of his excitement, his precome, forces another ragged noise from Bucky as he sucks Steve further into his mouth, savoring every inch of him. Steve’s thunderous and drawn out groan feels like a climax to Bucky.

“Oh, sweetheart,” Steve exclaims through an exhale, Bucky barely tethered to the earth. “That’s it. Show Daddy how much you’ve missed him, show him how perfect you are.”

In the three months he’s been here, servicing a Dom has not once felt like this. In his time before this, his time on the streets and beyond, he’s never felt solid within his submissiveness. The stretch of his jaw, the hot slide of velvet wrapped steel on his tongue and down his throat, the feel of Steve’s large fingers sliding through his hair; it all brings him a sense of purpose he’s failed to receive all these years. 

And he can’t help but sob around his mouthful. 

“I knew it, I…fuck, I knew you were made for me, Bucky,” Steve tells him, voice full of awe and dripping with lust. “I can’t wait to see how far you drop, how far I can push you. You’re gonna let Daddy push you, aren’t you? You’re gonna let him learn all about you?” 

Bucky confirms Steve’s suspicions with another loud, garbled noise around his cock, one of obvious enthusiasm. He’s dropping hard now, wants to tell his Daddy he’s barely holding on, but then Steve’s hands are moving, holding Bucky’s head in place as he pulls his hips back. 

Using Bucky. 

What little headspace Bucky has left reserved for himself is used to marvel at how easily, how purposefully, it was for Steve to step into this role as his Daddy. 

He’d give Steve the world. 

He’ll give Steve whatever he wants, whenever he wants it, all the time. 

This is his life’s purpose now, being used for his Daddy’s pleasure, serving his Daddy. Being owned by his Daddy.

He’s left with no choice but to cry. 

Bucky opens up his throat as his eyes begin to close, leaning forward on his knees, letting Steve fuck his mouth. With an easy and sharp noise, Bucky immediately knows that Steve wants his eyes open and on him. He does just that, looking up at Steve as he sticks his tongue out obediently, moaning at the fullness of his mouth. 

“That’s it, that’s a good boy,” Steve murmurs, voice melting down Bucky’s spine as Steve’s fingers dig into his hair. “You’re so good, you’re already so good for your Daddy. Look at you, look how much you love sucking on your Daddy’s cock. You perfect baby Sub.”

Bucky’s head grows fuzzier, his dick aching, his core aching. He slurps around Steve’s cock but it does nothing to slow the trail of spit dripping down his chin and sliding towards his neck. Steve is a dream, an absolute dream. Bucky needs a communicator, needs someone who will listen and who will talk to him, especially when it’s filthy. Bucky wants to be talked dirty to, wants to experience that side of sex, especially when it’s praise. Especially when it’s from Steve. 

Without warning, Steve kicks his hips forward, a noise akin to a growl falling from his lips, his fingers tightening in Bucky’s hair. It’s a slip of his obvious control, his inner Dom breaking through, impatient. Bucky meets him full force with his own submission, moaning around his Daddy’s cock, showing him he can take it. 

“Yeah, you know what that is, don’t you? Your Sub knows a Dom when he feels one, doesn’t he?” 

Bucky’s whine is damn near desperate. 

“You know how hard it is for your Dom not to take you right here on this fucking floor, sweetheart? Makes me feel feral, the way I want to make you mine. Mhmm, your Daddy doesn’t want that though. Your Daddy wants to take you home, take you away from this place forever. He wants to treat you right.” 

Bucky swallows around his mouthful.

He can feel Steve’s groan all the way down here, down in his toes.

“Here’s what we’re going to do, sweetheart,” Steve tells him, his hands holding onto both sides of his face. He pulls his cock out of Bucky’s mouth just enough to where Bucky can only suckle on the tip of it given the restraint Steve has put him in. The connection of their eyes, the way Steve looks down at him, strikes a chord deep, deep within Bucky. 

He whimpers as he suckles on the big, swollen head of his Daddy’s cock as he listens. 

“I’m going to give you what you want. I’m going to give you my cum, fill your pretty belly with it. I have a hunch that’s going to send you right under, which is perfect. You’re so perfect, angel.”

Bucky whimpers again. 

“And then Daddy’s going to take you home. And when we get home, I’m going to give you a bath and play with your little body until you’re nice and loose and ready to take my big cock.” 

Bucky whimpers again. 

“And then I’m going to fuck your little hole until it sends you right back under, until you come all over my cock, until our bond snaps into place and we finally and officially belong to one another.” 

Oh. 

Bucky sniffles as he lets Steve use his mouth, tears trailing down his cheeks and mixing with the spit smeared on his chin. He wasn’t sure if the person who bought him would want to bond so quickly, if they’d want to bond at all. It’s been implied to him since he got here that he was too difficult of a Sub to become bonded. To hear that Steve wants to take him away from this dreadful place, to their home, in order to bond with him is a dream come true. 

It’s what begins to send him under. 

“That’s it, kitten,” Steve pants, fucking himself impossibly deep into Bucky’s mouth. “That’s it, baby. Oh, I can almost feel you slipping from me. Have you stolen my heart already? Have you tempted my bond already, Bucky?” 

Bucky’s vision begins to grow fuzzy around the edges, his mind pulling in on itself, hypnotized by the drag of Steve’s cock in and out of his mouth. In and out, in and out, in and out. Blessedly not rough, but intense and all-consuming. His jaw nearly aches at the stretch of Steve’s girth and it’s— 

It’s bliss. 

Daddy’s hands in his hair, Daddy’s cock in his mouth, Daddy’s praise in his ear, Daddy’s eyes on his face, Daddy’s come on his tongue. 

“Daddy.” 

“You’re mine now, Bucky. No one is ever going to hurt you, never again. I’ll give you everything you could ever want as a Sub and as a boy. You’ll never wish for anything now that I’m your Daddy,” Steve tells him as he shoots off down Bucky’s throat, hands in Bucky’s hair, petting him as he pumps his hips.

His Daddy’s voice is steady and strong, full of promise and love. And as he kneels there at his Daddy’s feet with Steve’s warm come settling into his belly, his Daddy’s cock still in his slack mouth, Bucky finally, finally lets himself sink.

[darkspicyevanstan]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

they think i'm insane, they think my lover is strange by voxofthevoid

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Captain America - All Media Types Rating: Explicit Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: James "Bucky" Barnes/Steve Rogers Characters: James "Bucky" Barnes, Steve Rogers Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Not Avengers: Endgame (Movie) Compliant, Hulk Steve, Size Kink, Size Difference, Monsterfuckers Inc., Painful Sex, Dominance, Submission, Sadism, Masochism, Prayer Circle for Bucky's Asshole Summary:

There’s been a situation, Nat texts. It’s Steve.

Bucky doesn’t actually know what the situation is. She wouldn’t tell him over the phone—wouldn’t say anything except promise that Steve’s alive and safe. Bucky keeps thinking about how she almost said ‘uninjured’ but then swallowed it down.

He’s always had an active and morbid imagination. He remembers thinking the war made it worse, but boy, the war had nothing on the seventy years that followed. Worst-case scenarios flash through his mind. He lets it because shoving them down and thinking of Jesus never works. If nothing else, they’re a good distraction, and if the flash-parade of Steve injured and hurt and scared and broken disturbs him, at least he knows none of it’s real, unlike the dreams from which he wakes up screaming.

Still, nothing could have prepared him to walk into the compound and be faced with Steve fucking Rogers standing tall and unharmed but also three sizes bigger and distinctly green.

“What the fuck?” –

Steve gets blasted with gamma rays. Bucky’s size kink triples in size—much like Steve.

[blackwood4stucky]

witch's milk | aspen blackwood

series: @darkerthegods | bleak are the heavens, darker the gods

read part 1 from the series ⟶⟶ the hansenkemp novella

read part 2 from the series ⟶⟶ the evermin short story

read part 3 from the series ⟶⟶ the dryflowers | icyvampires short story

read part 4 from the series ⟶⟶ the light politicaltorch prequel

joshua brummel x jack o'malley | red one x ricki and the flash

caos x tvd fusion | 🅼 | oneshot | dark fiction | mini playlist

tags: alternate universe - ancient rome, coven politics, creature feature, dark magic, dark romance, origin story, paranormal fantasy, the doppelgänger-verse, joshua and the wolf

What once was a marvelous place, wise trees standing tall, was now a wasteland. - A villain's origin story or a budding romance.

written for round 4 of @launchtheship!

read part 5 from the series here: ao3 | sqwa

[ficwip]

All Ships Week isn't until October, but I had requests to release the prompts as early as possible, so they are beneath the cut!

All Ships Week will run October 19-25

It's a ship week for all ships!

No sign-ups needed

🚢 complete event info

Monday, October 19

⚓ Random object is a time travel device

⚓ On an actual ship/boat

⚓ Body swap / Swap their backstories

🗨️ “Don’t call me that.”

Tuesday, October 20

⚓ Mundane situation / No-stakes activity / Beach episode

⚓ Outsider POV

⚓ Heavily injured / In sickness and in health

🗨️ “I think that’s mine.”

Wednesday, October 21

⚓ Strong difference of opinion over something in the kitchen

⚓ 5+1 format

⚓ Misheard song lyrics

🗨️ “That can’t be right.”

Thursday, October 22

⚓ The new TV was delivered, but that’s not our door in the confirmation picture

⚓ Genre shift

⚓ Sync your heart(s)

🗨️ “Feel what?”

Friday, October 23

⚓ Stuck in a horror/thriller situation but make good choices

⚓ Cryptids

⚓ Met at a work conference

🗨️ “Oh, sorry, I'm allergic.”

Saturday, October 24

⚓ A garden party

⚓ Codependency / Toxic relationships

⚓ Shipwreck / Something breaks

🗨️ “You.”

Sunday, October 25

⚓ Free day! Anything goes

⚓  Bonus: Your OTP vs. a chirping smoke detector

⚓ Bonus: Crack cameo (eg. The Goose from Untitled Goose Game; Amaury Guichon appears and something is actually made of chocolate)

⚓  Bonus: Your favorite gets to sleep in

[blackwood4stucky]

is new love too good to be true love (even though it’s you, love) | aspen blackwood

series: @darkerthegods | bleak are the heavens, darker the gods

read part 1 from the series ⟶⟶ the hansenkemp novella

read part 2 from the series ⟶⟶ the dryflowers | icyvampires oneshot

read part 3 from the series ⟶⟶ the evermin oneshot

t.j. hammond x johnny storm | fantastic four x political animals

pre-politicaltorch/politicaltorch | caos x tvd fusion | 🅼 | oneshot | playlist

tags: alternate universe - fusion au, creature feature, magic au, paranormal elements, small town au, southern gothic, urban fantasy, the doppelgänger-verse, politicaltorch, stormhammond

TJ weaved his arm with motions he was wholly familiar, his violin responded in kind with melodies that seemed to send his own thoughts into a daze. The intonations from his instrument of choice released music so sweet, he, himself, felt compelled mimic his own violin. - TJ Hammond’s eighteenth birthday was steadily approaching and his powers were manifesting. With his older brother guiding his steps, he should be just fine. Right?

written for be kind, rewind: make me (crack) ship it! hosted by @ficwip

read part 4 from the series: ao3 | sqwa

[dvrkblooms]

My Jolly Sailor Bold

Read on Ao3 and Squidge!

Fandom: MCU

Pairing: James "Bucky" Barnes/Steve Rogers

Rating: T

Tags: Achillean Romance, Alternate Universe, Creature Feature, A Swashbuckling Tale

Summary

In which Steve is a sailor caught up with the wrong crowd and Bucky is a merman.

Bingos and Events:

AU Challenge - Creatures & Monsters

@au-pril-blog: 2026 - Day 9: Fantasy

@bingocardsforfandom: Hallmark Bingo - Fantastical Elements

@bingorin - Fantasy AU

@bloodyheartsbingo: Mini Bingo II - Saving someone at a pivotal moment

@buckybarnesbingo: Flash Bingo - U: Meet Ugly

@darkspicyevanstan - Rusalka

@deaddovedec: 2023 - Captivity

@fairytalebingo: Mad Monster Bingo - Free Space

@thefairytalebingo - Mermaid

@fairytaleweek: 2026 - Day 7: The Fair Folk - Nereid

@fandombingo:

Dark Deception Bingo - I didn't want this Kisses, Chaos, & Catastrophe - Free Space

@halcyonianlove:

Halcyonian Love Fest - Mermaid Halcyonian Love: a Stucky Winter Advent - Fusion AU

@halloweenhorrorbingo: 2024 - Wanting to see a mermaid

@heartxhorror: 2026 - Lovesick @krotagious

@herohardshipsbingo - Unlikely Relationships

@julybreakbingo: 2025 - Liberating

@marvelbang: Marvel Fanworks Week - Day 7

@multifandom-flash: Here There Be Monsters Bingo - Siren

@secretcrypticevents: Into the Wilds Bingo - Water Nymph

@steverogersbingo - E3: Rescue

@stuckybingo - Free Space

@winterbreakadvent: 2024 - Getting Together

@wintershieldbingo - Fantasy AU

[launchtheship]

Sign-Ups Open for Launch the Ship!

Have you fallen for a ship with 0 fics? Perhaps you even thought about writing it but weren't sure there'd be a point. Why not join Launch the Ship—a multifandom challenge to write the first fic for a ship! It provides a friendly little community during what can often be a lonely voyage.

All you need to do is choose a ship with 0 fics, and complete a fic for it before the deadline, July 20th. Everything else is optional, though there are opportunities to share ideas and check out each other's work.

Sign-ups are now open at this link and will be until the deadline (July 20th, 23:55 UTC). Fics will be revealed publicly on July 21st, 00:01 UTC.

FAQs can be found on Dreamwidth!

[wintershieldbingo]

Blog Announcement

This blog has been unfortunately shadowbanned. This means we cannot receive DMs, asks take a long time to show up (anonymous takes even longer), you all have not been receiving notifications from us.

We're still here, will still reblog all participating works, and other stucky friendly events! Just waiting to get full access back.

Bingo Mods

[inmoscow-deactivated20260710]

spotted sun

He doesn’t notice the way hands reach out and grab him and Bucky is screaming, squirming in his grasp.

He squeezes his eyes shut—until he feels Steve press his nose into his neck and inhale.

He can’t help the mewl that escapes him.

ship: Steve Rogers/Bucky Barnes

tags: non traditional a/b/o (a!steve x b!bucky) , pwp , bucky with a pussy , explicit smut , post-cw , some feelings , happy ending as always , top steve/bottom bucky

read on ao3

The swirling ivory and greens that coat the canvas pull Bucky in. Steve always has that sort of effect, even in his paintings. Bucky tilts his head, leaning down slightly to get a better look, gaze raking up and down the half full canvas—a piece he’s seen Steve struggle and mull over.

If he closes his eyes, he can smell metal and ozone. He sees red and gold armor, the distinct look of hurt and betrayal in Tony’s eyes, a look that’s all too familiar. But that’s over, a little voice in his head tells himself. Tony is still reluctant, keeping his distance whenever he and Steve visit the compound but it’s enough.

The Avengers aren’t exactly broken up, but they aren’t exactly keen on congregating again anytime soon if what Bucky senses is correct. He remembers the way Steve sank to his knees in front of him, calloused hands gently taking his fingers and pressing his lips to each one. Bucky remembers his breath hitching, face flushing at the sight of Steve so desperate.

His eyes are like the sky and if Bucky could, he’d let himself fall in reverse.

“Stay with me.”

It’s three words—three words that pierced Bucky’s heart. He just couldn’t resist, not when Steve, an alpha, was literally on his knees, begging.

Bucky still isn’t used to the attention. It still feels a little scandalous—an alpha and beta living together. Not that Bucky has any qualms about it. No, but attention from another beta and from an alpha are two very distinct things.

Nonetheless, Bucky manages. The haze of domesticity feels weird, like he’s walking with two left feet. But Steve is there to level him.

He yelps, feeling a hand press itself to the small of his back, quickly turning and coming face to face with Steve. God, he’s even more handsome up close. He was gorgeous before the serum and is after. His scent wraps around him like a blanket and Bucky wants to fall into his arms.

“How are you?” Steve’s voice is gentle, his voice carrying that familiar cadence. Bucky’s knees are weak. He manages a half smile. “I’m okay. You gonna finish this anytime soon?” he gestures over to the half finished painting.

Steve removes his hand and Bucky nearly chases after it. Steve looks conflicted, settling his hands on his hips with a sigh, glancing over to the canvas, unsure.

“Good question.” he chuckles. “Not sure where to go with it. It’ll come to me. In the meantime,” Steve puts something soft and slightly fuzzy in his hand and Bucky looks down—a peach.

And then a whole basket full comes into view.

“I guess I went overboard,” he chuckles. “I know how much you like fruit, have it.”

Bucky eyes the basket, carefully taking it, breath hitching at the feel of their fingers brushing. “Thank you…”

That’s where it starts.

It’s little things. Every week after the peaches, Steve cooks—or attempts to—dinner for them both, pouring them both sweet wine. Bucky likes sweet things, he’s realized. And, Steve seems to have caught on to that too.

Then it’s bouquets every other week—hydrangeas, baby’s breath, lilies. Bucky is running out of vases at this point, but he never tires of it, especially when Steve beams at him every time his arms are full.

Candles, soft sweaters, sweets—all for him.

Bucky is overwhelmed. It’s almost as if Steve is courting him but, no, that’s a silly thought. He’s not an omega.

He doesn’t snoop on purpose, but it’s hard to sleep and listening to Steve murmur to someone over the phone through the walls settles his mind.

He overhears him one night. It’s muffled, but he can barely make it out if he really listens closely.

“I can’t risk it.”

A sigh.

“It’s too dangerous—ever since the serum, my ruts may be further apart but…”

Silence.

“No.”

And then, “I understand.”

Bucky eyes Steve after that, his words echoing in his mind. He feels awful, like a creep, a peeping tom… but he’s always been a soldier, even if it cost him. And that thought sours his mood.

Steve sits down with him on the couch, Bucky curled up on the edge, knees pulled to his chest.

“You know. Don’t you?”

Bucky goes rigid, eyes widening as his head snaps to Steve who looks unfazed.

“Steve—shit. I’m sorry, I-“

Steve smiles. “It’s alright Buck. It’s time we talk about it.”

Bucky inches ever so closer, but not enough for it to be noticeable.

Steve sighs. “Ever since I was administered the serum, my ruts… they’re further spaced. But I guess at a cost. It’s like I’m feral and god it hurts. It’s violent—ugly.” he looks over to Bucky. “I never want to hurt you. You’ve been through enough. If I’m gone or holed up in my room, you’ll know why.”

Bucky swallows, hard, and nods. Steve smiles.

Bucky can’t resist the thought, hand pressed over his mouth as his fingers massage his clit, images of Steve knotting him behind his eyelids—a fantasy just out of reach.

*

They’re called to the compound a month later. Tony still eyes him carefully and Bucky lets himself bathe in the shame of it all.

He can’t listen or pay attention to the mission debrief.

Steve’s warning plays out in his mind like a mantra and he can tell the day draws closer.

Steve is anxious, unable to state still. He’s ruthless, even more so, as the missions progress, keeping himself from bearing his teeth at Fury as the man scolds him.

And, for the first time in his life, Bucky is scared. He’s terrified.

Of Steve.

*

They’re holed up in the compound and Bucky can’t take his ear off of the wall, hearing Steve’s muffled groans and growls. His legs tremble and his breathing is heavy.

He frowns. Letting his feelings get in the way of his rationale isn’t ideal.

But how can he cope? How can he cope when he’s been pining for so, so long? Over an alpha of all people? He feels the prickle of frustrated tears brim his eyes.

Bucky leaves his bed, socked feet padding against the marble floors. It’s eerie; the low hum of the compound is maddening and it's too dark. He stumbles into the kitchen, filling a glass with water when he hears it.

Footsteps.

He sets his glass down on the counter and looks over. He should be alert, normally he’d already be in position. But…

“Bucky?”

Bucky blinks.

“Stevie?” he whispers.

He hears Steve’s heavy pants, the labored breaths. “Come over here for a second, yeah?”

Bucky trembles.

“Steve,” he says firmly, his voice wavering. “Go back to your room.”

Silence.

“Steve-“

A low growl.

Slowly, Bucky walks over to Steve, seeing honeyed locks shine in the muted moonlight. His eyes are dilated, fists clenched, veins bulging slightly.

His scent makes him dizzy.

Alarm bells ring in Bucky’s head.

Steve leans down to his ear.

“Run.”

Bucky immediately books it, heart jackhammering in his chest. He doesn’t know the compound well enough to know where he’s going. He makes a left, a right, another right.

Fuck.

It’s dark—it’s so dark. He has to wake Tony, wake the others—

But the sickly sweet and syrupy feeling of arousal pools in his belly. Something sinister nips at his mind.

He doesn’t notice the way hands reach out and grab him and Bucky is screaming, squirming in his grasp.

He squeezes his eyes shut—until he feels Steve press his nose into his neck and inhale.

He can’t help the mewl that escapes him.

“Fuck- Forgive me Bucky,” Steve groans.

Bucky shakes his head. No, no, he wants this.

“Take,” he swallows. “Take what you need.”

The kiss he’s pulled into has his eyes rolling back into his skull as his knees finally buckle underneath him and Steve catches him. Its teeth and lips and they clash and mend and Bucky whines and gasps for air, grabbing at Steve’s t-shirt desperately.

Bucky bares his neck like he’s an omega, feeling Steve graze the sensitive skin with his canines, licking and sucking bruises that start to bloom.

Bucky trembles like a leaf in a hurricane. It’s all he’s wanted.

He gasps at the feel of Steve pushing his hand down his sweatpants, cupping at the mound of his pussy through his boxers, growling at feeling how soaked he is.

“Gonna spear you open, impale you on my cock. God, you’re drippin’ for it…” Bucky shudders at the Brooklyn drawl that slips out.

Bucky hides his face in Steve’s chest as thick fingers rub between the lips of his pussy. God he’s so wet.

He yelps as he’s suddenly picked up and carried back to Steve’s room and practically thrown on to the bed.

Bucky struggles to hold himself upright, shimming out of his pants and boxers, feeling his pussy leak, slick dripping down his thighs.

Steve kisses him again and is quick to plunge two fingers inside his pussy. Bucky throws his head back against the sheets. It’s rough, it burns so good the way Steve roughly fingers his cunt, the obscene squelch in his ears.

He covers his mouth, arching off the bed as he cums just on Steve’s fingers, crying out as he lets a third dive in through his orgasm.

“Fuck—fuck! Can’t wait any longer…. i need…” Steve breathes heavily as he steps out of his pants and briefs, pulling out his heavy cock, knot throbbing at the base.

Bucky’s eyes are glossy as he spreads his legs further, pussy clenching and throbbing around empty space. His eyes cross at the feel of Steve’s thick cock spearing him open.

It feels- it feels-

Bucky wails, squirting around Steve’s cock, tears falling from his eyes.

Steve presses their foreheads together as he sinks in further, his balls against his ass.

It feels like cock is in his lungs. Oh god.

The first thrust is devastating and Bucky is jostled against the bed, hair spread out against the sheets as he’s fucked mercilessly.

Steve growls, hips snapping quickly against his pelvis.

“So perfect for me. You were made for me, made to take my cock. Fuck. I love you, Bucky Barnes.”

Bucky feels the tears flow more freely at the words, toes curling.

He feels his knot catch at his rim and Bucky is gone, ruined, as he cums again at the feeling. He goes limp as Steve thrusts into him like he’s little more than a fleshlight.

Steve cums with a groan, pumping him full.

*

Bucky wakes to hurried kisses being pressed against his neck and he sits up quickly, wide-eyed. Steve looks shocked and worried, pulling him into the sweetest kiss. “Oh god… I’m sorry Buck. Shit, I could’ve hurt you-“

Bucky stares at him.

“Did you mean it?”

“What?”

“You love me?”

Steve looks at him incredulously.

“Of course I love you. I always have. I wish… I could’ve told you under different circumstances.”

Bucky falls into his arms.

The tears flow more freely now.

[blackwood4stucky]

i saw into the future of our world before it ends | aspen blackwood

series: they were spellbound in the night (dancing shadows and firelight)

read part 1 from the series ⟶⟶ i found humor in the wreckage

james “bucky” barnes x steve rogers | mcu | 🅴 | 🔞 | oneshot | playlist

a dark and twisted fairytale

tags: alternate universe - canon divergence, an unconventional take on beauty and the beast, blood, creature feature, established relationship, fairytale au, paranormal romance, sexual content, vampires, snow soldiers, winterkiller

Winter demands respect of even the strongest of beings that make the earth their home. Even vampires can be bitten, suffering from the lash of frostbite. - A Winter Tale

bingo fills + event prompts #ficwip: the all ships week 2025 | fairytale au

as part of amnesty weekend

read: ao3 | sqwa | tumblr

@ofdarkandtwisted: a fairytale blog

[darkspicyevanstan]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

i'm a believer (got a fever running through my bones) by voxofthevoid

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Captain America - All Media Types Rating: Explicit Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: James "Bucky" Barnes/Steve Rogers Characters: James "Bucky" Barnes, Steve Rogers Additional Tags: Captain America Steve Rogers/Modern Bucky Barnes, SHIELD Agent Bucky Barnes, Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Alpha Steve Rogers, Alpha Bucky Barnes, Developing Relationship, Fluff and Smut, Oral Sex, Anal Sex, Knotting, Semi-Public Sex, Butt Plugs, Marathon Sex, Dominance and Submission, Spanking, Mild S&M, Mating Cycles/In Heat Summary:

Everyone knows Captain America is an alpha. His tragic romance with Howard Stark is as popular a topic for movies and academic papers as his exploits in the war. Sure, Stark never said a word, and he clearly moved on, given that Tony Stark is currently alive. But even now, people like to gossip in hushed whispers about how sad it is that Howard Stark passed away a mere two years before they found the good Captain in the ice.

Bucky gets it, alright? Alpha/omega is the norm. Matches sanctioned by god or whatever bullshit your conservative Christian sect of the day likes to ramble about. It’s the twenty-first century, and the world still runs on a maddening policy of straight until proven otherwise. Thing is, Bucky has most certainly proven otherwise and has been doing so since he was a wee alpha panting after some knothead or the other because being queer didn’t magically make him any less stupid than your average horny teenager.

Bucky’s an alpha, Bucky likes alphas, and he’d love nothing more than to climb Steve Rogers like a goddamn monkey bar.

- Steve meets Bucky on a flaming helicarrier. It’s not the most romantic first meeting, what with the Nazis and the bullet wounds, but they make it work.

[adarkforestwitch]

i’ll tend to the flames, you can worship the ashes

⟢ author: a dark forest witch

⟢ series: i’ll be the blood, if you'll be the bones

⟢ rating: explicit ➢ nc-17

⟢ fandom(s): mcu

⟢ pairing: james “bucky” barnes/steve rogers

⟢ tags: alternate universe, blood, consent issues, dark fiction, dark romance, manipulation, non traditional omegaverse, obsession, possession, sexual content, slight body horror, twink tank, underage character(s)

⟢ summary: Steve is spiraling. After taking Bucky for his own, he has to figure out how to take care of the boy - a barely lucid omega deep in heat.

-

Mr. Grant Stevenson sheds his public persona when one of his students calls him by his real name in the privacy of his office after school hours. This outing puts pressure on him in ways that he isn’t ready for. He hasn’t gone by Steve Rogers since he came out of the ice, since he woke up in a new century and his whole world was forever changed.

⟢ The Grimoire ⟢

⟢ chapter one ⟡ lead us into the darkness, lead us into the night ⟢

⟢ ao3 ⟡ squidgeworld ⟡ tumblr ⟢

[dvrkblooms]

Forbidden Fruit

Prologue: Promises in Polished Shoes

Read on Ao3, Penana, Squidge, and Tumblr!

Fandom: MCU

Pairing: James "Bucky" Barnes/Steve Rogers

Rating: E | NC-17

Series: Love Blooms in the Dark

A/N: A dark paranormal romance set in a boarding school au!

Tags: Achillean Romance, Age Gap, Alternate Universe - Boarding School, Creature Feature, Dark Fiction, Fae AU, Underage Character(s)

Summary

After a successful Donor Appreciation Banquet, Bucky must navigate through the nuances of being a junior transfer at The Institute. When whispers of a secret society clash with his internship opportunity, he runs into a familiar face.

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[blackwood4stucky]

bloodbound: a tale of moonlit passion

author: aspen blackwood

series: @wolfblood-the-epic | there is a decadence in visions of black and red

lloyd hansen x nick fowler | lloyd hansen x steve kemp | 🅴 | 🔞

when hansenfowler + hansenkemp collide!

fresh x the gray man x the 355 fusion | the underworld au

fic masterpost | mini playlist | character tag

tags: alternate universe, body horror, creature feature, dark fiction, dubious consent, gothic fantasy, interspecies romance, mythical beings & creatures, painful sex, paranormal horror, rape/non-con elements, star-crossed lovers, lycans, vampires, vukodlak, werewolves, wurdulac, the bloody doppelgänger-verse, the wolfblood epic, handsomeflowers, murder husbands

They meet in battle, on opposing sides of a war instigated by their fathers. One long dead and the other using a cold, iron, fist to drive the war on until only one immortal species is left.

They meet in battle, on opposing sides of a war as the blood of a beloved sister flows like a river until there is no more. Yet as a lightening bolt strikes hallowed ground, they are both struck by something ancient, primal, that ties them together.

They meet in battle, on opposing sides of an endless war. A love like theirs was strong.

-

Nik and Lloyd are warriors from two different bloodlines. Somehow they find a way to dance to a difference song.

read the sun, the moon, and the truth: a prologue

ao3 | sqwa | tumblr

[darkspicyevanstan]

⚡️ October Entries ⚡️

Thank you to the author who participated this past October! So grateful to have inspired them. Check out their lovely submission below!

⚡️ Blood and Flowers by vesperlucien @dvrkblooms

Bucky is determined to make a good impression.

Give this work a shot whenever you’ve got some free time on your hands!

Happy Reading,

Dark & Spicy Mod

[dvrkblooms]

Blood and Flowers

Read on Ao3, Penana, Squidge, and Tumblr!

Fandom: MCU

Pairing: James “Bucky” Barnes/Steve Rogers

Rating: M | NC-17

Series: Love Blooms in the Dark

A/N: A dark, paranormal, romance set in an urban fantasy!

Tags: Achillean Romance, Age Gap, Alternate Universe - Boarding School, Creature Feature, Dark Fiction, Fae AU, Underage Character(s)

Summary

Bucky is determined to make a good impression.

Bingos and Events:

@anyfandomdarkbingo - Boarding School AU

@ao3tagbingo - Blood Kink

AU Challenge - Vampire

@augustwritingchallenge: Trick AU Treat 2025 - Day 1: Glow

@badthingshappenbingo - Trail of Blood

@bloodyheartsbingo: A Vesper Bleeding on Your Lips' Card (Bloody Hearts Mini Bingo I) - U R Great: General - Throwing a party in someone's honor to show how they're appreciated

@darkacademiabingo:

Dark Academia Bingo - Boarding School Dark Academia Scenarios Flash Event - Amongst the elite, treacherous murmurs rise, the potential of exposure cracking honor and valor

@darkspicyevanstan: Paranormal Fantasy

@deadbingoclub: October - Bloodplay

@deaddovedec: 2024 - Week 1: Day 2 - Bloodloss

@deaddovekink:

Ageplay April 2024 - Day 1: Jailbait Kinktober: Dead Dove Chapter 2025 - Day 29: Claimed

@eclipsingbingo:

Forbidden Love The Rising Moon Flash - Broken Glass

@fairytalebingo: Mad Monster Bingo - Vampire

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@fictober-event: 2025 - “This is annoying.”

@halloweenhorrorbingo: 2024 - Drinking Blood

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@julybreakbingo: 2025 - Vampire AU

@kinktober-2025 - Day 7: Bloodplay

Macrocest: Winter Bingo - Free Space

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@monthlywritingchallenges: Darktober - Alt Prompt: A smile you shouldn't trust

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Problemtober - Underage/Age-Gap

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@wintershieldbingo - Boarding School AU

@wipweek - Any WIP

@yearoftheotpevent: 2025 - June: Relationship Reveal

13 Days of Witchtober - Corrupt

@31-daysofhorror - Dusk

[ A Stygian Rose ]