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Kinktober is a kinky October prompt challenge that’s been running in one form or another since 2016. There are three prompts for each day in October, and the challenge is to use one (or more!) of the prompts to create something for that day. If you don’t want to use any of the three daily prompts, you can swap them out for the bonus prompts at the bottom of the prompt list.
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slowly gaining whumpee’s trust even while they are spitting and fighting
in the beginning all caretaker can do is leave food, water and comfort items in whumpee’s room (instead of directly handing them over). whumpee never moves while caretaker is inside, but hours later the stuff left for them is gone
consistently working with whumpee, even when they lash out and hurt caretaker
even though whumpee is technically very independent, they have no idea how to operate in this environment
figuring out whumpee’s triggers and working on desensitising them
struggling to understand what exactly whumpee needs sometimes, but doing their best anyway
giving whumpee space until whumpee explicitly asks for closeness
the first time whumpee initiates contact, caretaker freezes as not accidentally scare them off
keeping whumpee inside for their own safety, even when whumpee actively tries to leave… until whumpee succeeds once and freezes in fear before coming back inside voluntarily
even after whumpee warms up to caretaker, they still dislike and avoid most other people
alternative versions: rescue dog whumpee & zoochosis hamster whumpee & former k9 whumpee
Hive receives an invitation from a past they would rather forget and Bucky finds that there may be more than self-preservation in his need to find out what his new roommate is up to.
Read this chapter on AO3 here.
Chapter 1 | Chapter 5
Fandom: Marvel Cinematic Universe
Characters: James "Bucky" Barnes, Nonbinary OC
Rating: T
CW: Canon-typical violence, mind control, tampering with someone’s drink, drugging, attempted abduction, collaring, violent death, blood loss, misgendering
Prompts Filled:
@fandom-free-bingo Flight Edition : Betrayal
@fandom-free-bingo Wild Edition : A crack in the mirror
@fandom-free-bingo World Book Night Edition : Drugged
@fandom-free-bingo Maritime May Edition : Mind control
@febuwhump 2024 : Day 10 – Killing in self-defence
@fluffbruary 2024 : Day 9 – Urgency
@lgbtqbingo : Bar fight
@multifandom-flash Round 2 : The men in black
@multifandom-flash Character (Bucky Barnes) : Lost companion
@whumpuary 2024 : Day 3 – Used as bait
@fandombingo Reverse 1999 : Manipulated into a trap
@fandombingo Reverse 1999 : Tracking someone down to save them
@sweetspicybingo Hurt/Comfort Edition : Blood loss
@badthingshappenbingo : No good deed goes unpunished
@badthingshappenbingo : Tampering with food/drink
Dividers by @unfortunate-beetle-and-friends
“Each betrayal begins with trust.”
Martin Luther
Hive tidied without much direction for an hour before the stillness of the place started to worm into their brain. The walls got closer. They found themself touching their scarred surfaces as though that would stop their advance. Their nails were packed with cheesy plaster and flakes of paper; texture after texture demanded to be smoothed lest it keep grating on their soul like sandpaper. Eventually their nailbeds were smarting. Rather than pull apart the whole building scrap by scrap, they went out. Possible destinations were both far too many and hardly any at all. Anything that needed money was out. Anywhere they might be too readily noticed was a problem. They wound up in the park. There were plenty of people around and, while other people meant more witnesses, they also meant camouflage. They took a book from their small stash and passed easily enough for a student with some time to kill. From time to time, their eyes lifted from the book as if trying to tune in to distant sounds or catch some too-quiet words. No one paid them any attention.
Oh god, help… please, please help me…
Their head snapped up.
Please, I don’t want to… I can’t.
Hive’s face whipped one way then the other, their dark hair lashing their cheeks. Every face around them looked as oblivious as could be. Fuck. They knew that voice.
They dodged down crowded streets, ducking along alleys, taking the quickest route they knew in a direction they’d promised themself never to go. The voice resurged, not so faint, but irregular, as though a mind could be out of breath.
Where… am I? So hungry…
Hive winced, recalling a very similar internal monologue. Where was he? How could he possibly be in range? Even for this broken up attempt to communicate. Their mind strained. It amazed them that other people couldn’t hear it. Apparently this was a private call. Fuck. Not good. Not good at all.
They got three blocks too far north before they stopped and ducked into a doorway, breathing too hard, head spinning, arms tight across their chest. Images of the empty apartment flooded their brain, images of Bucky standing in the hall and wondering, maybe even searching. They stood shivering and hugging themself.
They wished they could ignore the voice, go back, get some sleep, rest their aching bones…
Help me… Hive, please…
They whimpered and squeezed themselves tighter, pinching their arms through their hoodie. They had to go. The whimper became an angry whine. They jabbed a foot into the wall and cried out, tears filling their eyes. Then they turned, limping, back towards the apartment.
They didn’t stay long, just long enough to pull out their notebook and scribble their apologies, and to take advantage of the quiet.
Ady?
Hive! I need help…
You’re out? How?
Complicated. Can we – I need to see someone. A – a friendly face. Meet me?
A friendly face… Hive wasn’t sure if they wanted to laugh or throw up.
Where?
They figured something out. A meeting place, crowded enough to allow them anonymity and somewhere people tended not to give a shit who was around anyway. Hive only knew it because it was about the only place they’d observed Bucky attending other than work and the grocery store. If there was anywhere a metal hand around a tumbler could go unnoticed through sheer lack of interest, it was that shithole. And if there was anywhere no one would have a hope of recalling the faces of two fugitives tomorrow morning…
It took them a while to get together some supplies, not having much stashed and lacking the cash to do things the easy, legal way. The limp added an unnecessary challenge to the game of going unnoticed. A couple of security guards had to develop sudden nosebleeds but eventually they were standing on the street above the basement bar, chewing their lip as they stared down the iron stairs. Ady… Their skin crawled. They could feel their control, their entire presence, slipping. Just like it had before. When the only way to resist was to play a sick game of musical chairs in their own body, everyone trying not to be the one in control when the music stopped...
Steady… Invisible hands held them and pushed them gently but firmly back into themself. We don’t have to do this, but if we’re going to then we should get it over with. Standing out here isn’t safe.
He needs our help. He isn’t going to hurt us.
And if he only just got out, he may have information we can use.
A deep breath of the foetid gutter-tinged air did more to upset their stomach than soothe their nerves but it did help to drive them off the street. He was sitting at a table in the corner. His cheeks were more hollow than ever. He was staring at a drink in front of him as though he’d forgotten how to transfer the liquid to his mouth. Thinking about it, it might have been years since the poor bastard was last allowed to pick up his own glass, or have a glass at all. A mutant who could do what he could certainly couldn’t be allowed any more freedom than absolutely necessary. That leash was kept tight. How he had ever slipped it was a mystery. They slid into the opposite chair.
“You came.” The fact sounded like it caused him pain.
“I, yeah, ‘course I did. You needed help.” They toed the duffel bag towards him under the table, regretting it when their toes ached dark and hot, nausea surging in their gut. They were pretty sure their foot would be vivid purple when they got home and took that sock off. “This is for you. I can find you somewhere to stay. You'll need to, you know, keep your head down for a little while…” For a moment they pictured Bucky’s expression should they show up on the doorstep with another stray in tow. No, wouldn’t work. But their old hideout was probably secure enough for a day or two while they figured out how to get him a long, long way away. They weren’t sure exactly how far the enemy’s reach extended but it was a fair bet that nowhere inside the US would be safe enough. Maybe Bucky knew more about where someone like Ady could go unnoticed with some basic precautions. Somewhere remote enough that his nightmares would trouble no one but the wildlife. “Does it work on animals?” Hive winced even as the words left their mouth. They hadn’t intended to ask. It could at the very least have waited. What a time for their vocal chords to detach from their brain.
Ady’s head dipped, hiding his face deeper in the shadows of his hood. He’d never really made his peace with the shaved head, they knew. Endless exploratory surgeries were the lot of captive mutants but when your abilities were so very brain-centred… well, his skull had been drilled into so many times, it was amazing there was enough left to hold his brain in.
“No, ‘it’ doesn’t. They can’t hear me, or if they can then they don’t understand. And I can’t make – it doesn’t affect them.” They saw him shiver inside his heavy coat.
“Sorry. I shouldn’t have – you know what I’m like.”
“What you’re all like…” he curled a little tighter, peeking up at them out of the dark, more fearful than angry. “You seem like just… you. How are the rest of them do-”
“Don’t. Don’t talk about them.”
“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to – I never wanted to hurt any of you.”
“Don’t, Ady.”
“Lex – have you – has he -”
“Fucking stop. Christ, learn when to fucking stop.”
He flinched as though they’d struck him, and their stomach clenched as though the blow had rebounded. Their skin felt icy cold but the cold was radiating from somewhere much deeper. They needed to get out from under Ady’s pale, watery gaze. It was deceptive, that look, and they knew it as well as anyone. It was so lost, so full of need for care, connection, and it crept in, touching what you wanted no one to know was there. They shoved away from the table so hard their chair rocked. Ady looked up in panic and Hive allowed him a muttered “bathroom” to quiet his alarm. But all they got to soothe their own distress was dingy tile and a cracked mirror under a flickering, stained light bulb. They needed a deep breath but that was a bad idea in here. They tried taking in a series of tiny gasps until they had a lungful to exhale slowly.
Lex… What fucking right did he have? How dare he? They leant over the chipped sink, close to retching, gripping the edge until they recognised the blood running from under their fingernails. Fuck. When had they last lost control like that? Oh, of fucking course. Ady. Poor Lex had always turned the lash inwards when he couldn’t hold out any longer. They stared at the blood – the only wholesome colour in the hopeless little room. It was lucky that, however their power worked, it left no open wounds; this place was a paradise for every kind of crap you didn’t want in your bloodstream. They stopped the bleeding and – wound or no wound – scrubbed their hands under the hottest water they could coax from the rusty tap. Then they stared at their reflection a little longer, willing the hectic blotches out of their cheeks, face divided into misaligned halves by the long scar in the glass.
Ady… Not what their custodians had called him, of course. He’d long acquired the nickname "Leash” when Hive was brought in.
I’m sorry… I shouldn’t have… I only wanted – I wanted you to say he’d come back. That he wasn’t… and I hadn’t… I never wanted to kill anyone. I promise. Hive? Are… are you coming back?
Now wasn’t that the question. The supplies they’d collected for him were still under the table. If they walked right out, he could take them and go and they didn’t know where he’d end up or how long he’d last but they would have done something for him, more than anyone had done for them when they first got out. They could walk out guilt-free. And who would have little enough heart to blame them for steering clear of someone who’d done the things Ady had?
We would.
Things he was forced to do…
The voices didn’t come from Ady, or anywhere else outside their own head. It made them that much harder to shut out and their owners knew it.
It isn’t truer for Bucky than it is for Ady just because Ady hurt us.
They never took that fucking collar off him. What could he have done that he didn’t try?
“That he said he tried…” Hive muttered, unable to meet their own eyes in the mirror. They needn’t speak aloud to be heard but it felt better to hear their own words on the outside.
Like we did?
“We’re different.”
How do you figure that out?
“We are killers.”
You are, you mean.
“Fine, I am.”
And if you don’t take us back out there, I will. He’s no guiltier than we are. He needs help.
Fuck. Fuck fuck fuck fuck. Hive glowered down at their shoes then rammed the bolt back. The glare melted away as soon as they saw the helpless fear on Ady’s face, even shrouded deep in that coat. Just looking at it made the sweat run faster inside Hive’s hoodie, already too many layers for comfort in the bar’s close atmosphere.
They slid back into their seat. A drink had appeared in front of them.
“Got you a drink. To say sorry. And thank you, for coming when I called. I’d have understood if you’d ignored me.”
They eyed the glass. “You have money?”
“A little.” His eyes shifted away, gluing his gaze to the corner of the table. Hive heard what he didn’t say.
They lowered their voice. “Didn’t pay for it, huh?”
He gave his head a tiny shake. They could see his hands were twisting in his lap. Part of them was glad he felt guilt or anxiety or both. An uncharitable part they tried to silence, but not one they could blame on anyone else.
“You need to be careful. You know it leaves traces sometimes, and this place has a lot of potential witnesses. It’d be really easy to wind up back home if the wrong person sees.”
His hands tugged at his sleeves. He thought they were telling him off. And in their world that meant pain was sure to follow. They swallowed a mouthful of sharp memories and lifted their glass.
“It’s okay. You aren’t in trouble. I just need you to be careful, okay? I don’t want either of us going back there.”
He made a strange jerky movement towards them as they sipped; they guessed he’d wanted to reach for their hand. Seemed like he’d decided against it as he flinched back again, though Hive hadn’t even reacted. Did he – they thought they might have heard him whimper. God, he was going to be hard work. They took a breath, and a longer drink. The faint burn in their throat wasn’t especially pleasant but the room was so hot. It was starting to spin. Too many voices. Too many sounds and textures and moving bodies. When had the lights become so bright? Their stomach churned. They tried to grip the glass again only to find their fingers numb and clumsy. Ady was rocking, the movement nauseating to focus on.
I’m sorry I’m sorry I’m sorry I’m sorry I’m
“Ady…” Their mouth felt like it was full of cloth. “What did you do?”
It wasn’t Bucky who left the building and began to scour the streets for a trace of Hive's direction. The agency steering his body might have owed him a great deal but they were not the same. This individual stalked his target from block to block with predatory focus as much as he covered the ground with a soldier’s discipline, quartering his territory systematically. As his hunt drew out longer and longer frustration began to infect him. Sickening him. Turning his determination into anger. His pace quickened into a wolfish lope, but he was becoming inescapably aware that his search was directionless. Hive could be anywhere. Any building. Any subway. They could be on a Greyhound headed right across the country. What possible hope did he have of finding them? His pace ground to a halt. Strength flooded out of him. The impulse to find them kept up its powerful beat in his chest but it was futile. He breathed hard. Air felt thick. Heavy and poisonous. Foul in his mouth. Nowhere to go. No forward path. Where were they?
When the hand fell on their shoulder, it felt like a hundred kilo weight. They slumped underneath it. A whisper of protest was the most they could utter as their hood was dragged down and light flooded their face. Someone was speaking, low and even, over their head. Their ears were ringing. They were pulled from their seat and steered by their elbows back towards the toilet, past the rotting bathroom door and down a gloomy passageway. Whatever Ady had given them turned every sense up to one hundred. No useful input, nothing they could trust to get their bearings, only an assault of sound and light and smell.
Uneven, mouldering carpet caught their toes and they went sprawling, the pain in their foot amplified unbearably. More pain exploded from their knees. The impact travelled the length of their spine in an instant. The strong, single sensation broke part way through the lethal fog in their brain, and at last they could fight. They launched themself up from the floor and fresh agony burst in their skull when it collided with a chin. Both Hive and their escort toppled, crying out and clutching their heads. Commands were yelled. Ady whimpered. Movement. Behind them. Chairs scraping.
There was a moment, just one, in which the swimming weight resettling on their brain lightened a little, and Hive lashed out with all their strength. Blood poured down their face and chest from their suddenly gushing nose. Someone else was yelling in horror and a heavy body crashed into them, slamming them into the wall. Something wrenched in their shoulder and they fell sobbing back to the floor, the falling weight still on top of them. They lay with their streaming nose in the disgusting carpet and an immovable weight crushing their lungs. At first the weight thrashed wildly, grinding Hive’s torso into the floor. Their lungs caught fire. Their chest was burned. The struggles became weaker, and finally there was only the suffocating mass on top of them. Someone dragged it off and hauled Hive to their knees. How many were there? Bloody hands held them in place. There was a commotion, a yell, behind them.
“Hold her. I’ve had about enough of this shit. Just get the fucking collar on her, will you? Or do you want to die too? And you, get him out of here.”
Ady whimpered again and Hive felt a new familiar pressure on their mind. They mentally squirmed to escape the snare but they were out of practice. They couldn’t break free.
I’m sorry I’m sorry I’m so sorry I’m sorry…
They stilled, waiting motionless while a heavy ring of metal was fastened shut round their throat. They couldn’t fight. Couldn’t move. It was too sudden. Their mind moved like it was setting in cement. The metal contacts were as ice cold as they remembered against the sides of their neck.
Can… anyone…? We need to…
No reply. They ran out of strength to plead. Air felt like acid as it half-filled their aching lungs.
Someone help me… please…
“For to be free is not merely to cast off one's chains, but to live in a way that respects and enhances the freedom of others.” - Nelson Mandela
Thank you, everyone who has stuck with Hive and Bucky this far. Sorry the updates are painfully slow. If it's any consolation, I'm pretty sure that it hurts me more than it hurts most of you. @voiceoffenrisulfr might be the exception to that. There are another 2 chapters ready to post. One of them is already up on AO3, if you're impatient.
Below is a plain text list of the official prompts as well as five alternative prompts. This post will be updated over time with links to our explanations of each prompt. For more information as to the timeline, rules, and FAQ for this challenge, please see the pinned post on our Tumblr.
Prompts
Coffee Shop Au
Inexplicable Mpreg
Gratuitous Self-insert
Somehow, they all live together
5+1
Wingfic
Soulmate AU
Author/Character conversation mid-fic
Songfic
Only One Bed
Sex Pollen
Daemon fic
Arranged Marriage
De-Aging
Bizarre Crossover
Body-Swap
Hanahaki Disease
Fake Dating
Kidfic
20 Truths
Texting Fic
Characters React to Canon
High School/College AU
Vampire AU
Reverse Isekai
True Drabble
Poemfic
28- One Direction Are There
Regency/Court Drama
Missing Scene
The Next Generation
Alternate Prompts
This can be used to substitute for any of the above prompts for any reason, be that a squick or just a lack of inspiration.
Alternatively, using the examples within each prompt isn’t mandatory either. As long as the main prompt (the ones in larger bold text) are present within the fanwork, that’s okay as well!
All prompts can be filled on any day of the event week
Text list available below the cut!
✨ The Classic Fairytale ✨ DAY 1 | 05.24
Bluebeard, Jack and the Beanstalk, Thumbelina
Beauty and the Beast, Hansel and Gretel, The Three Little Pigs
Puss in Boots, Snow White, The Frog Prince
Little Red Riding Hood, Rumpelstiltskin, The Arabian Nights
Briar Rose, Sinbad the Sailor, The Tale of the Doomed Prince
✨ Beasts and Creatures of Lore ✨ DAY 2 | 05.25
Alicorn, Pegasus, and Sphinx
Basilisks, Dragons, and Hydras
Centaurs, Minotaurs, and Satyrs
Hellhounds, Phoenix, and Shoggoth
Gryphons, Hippogriffs, Perytons
Mermaids, Rusalki, and Sirens
Werebears, Werejaguars, and Werewolves
✨ Historic Legends and Urban Myths ✨ DAY 3 | 05.26
La Bête du Gévaudan
The Lafayette Vampire
The Parson and Clerk
The Rougarou
The Spider Bite
The Tale of the Bamboo Cutter
✨ Free Day ✨ DAY 4 | 05.27
Anything fairytale-esque goes!
✨ Entities and Spirits ✨ DAY 5 | 05.28
Baba Yaga, Morzanna, Veles
Kami, Oni, Kappa
Baron Samedi, Maman Brigitte, Papa Legba
Cthulhu, Nyarlathotep, Yig
✨ Swords and Sorcery ✨ DAY 6 | 05.29
🔮 In a shattered world ruled by elemental warlords, a cursed warrior and an outcast prince form a forbidden bond that could remake the realm.
🔮 A former assassin hiding in a necropolis beneath the city of their birth must confront their past when their last living child is taken.
🔮 A mythical sword with a seemingly unbreakable curse requires a sacrifice to manipulate its power.
🔮 In an alternate version of the 1800s, an omega disguises themself as an alpha to join a pirate crew in search of a mythical island said to grant second lives.
Welcome back, and welcome to an all-new, revamped Fandom-Free Bingo.
We're going to do things differently this year.
We've absolutely adored making cards for you all. Designing them, coming up with the prompts... The bottleneck has been finding the time to actually make the pretty intense number of cards requested.
But we didn't want to switch to static cards, like those available for August Chaos. We like the personalisation too much - the assembling of a variety of monthly cards, choosing a new theme, picking probably way too many new prompts...
And so, we found a compromise - actually, one of our very own mods suggested it after reminding us of something we deeply loved in the past.
Without further ado, it gives me great honor to introduce you all to...
So what does this mean?
Well, essentially. You pick one of the boards below - the theme is purely stylistic, and you might recognise them!
December has been unhinged and I've only made boards for the first year's themes, but I do intend to get the others done in the next week or so, so feel free to wait if you'd prefer a later one
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Whoa, hold on. Did you mention... Badges?!
I did indeed, imaginary other half of this conversation!
We won't be requesting that you submit your fills by a form or anything - there's technically nothing to stop you claiming all the badges and saying that you earned them. But, you know. It's an internet bingo run by a bunch of weirdos, seems like an odd thing to do for a rep, but go off, I guess?
Note: To make this inclusive of those who don't write whump/smut, or are underage, etc., badges can be claimed on a lower number of fills, provided they all come from the SFW categories (Angst, Fluff, AU, Quotes, Lyrics). For example, the two Fan badges can be claimed on the five SFW sheets, or all seven - but not five mixed sheets (e.g, no angst/fluff/whump/quotes/smut mixes, or the like. If any of the sheets are NSFW, you gotta go for the full range. <3)
Currently, the hypothetical badges include:
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[Theme-Specific] Eager Beaver - Fill all prompts given in a month! (We will count this as seventy (or fifty if SFW) or more, regardless of where they've actually come from ;) We're not going to call you out if you submit, like, 11 quotes and 9 whump, for example). Another monthly badge!
Die-Hard Bingo Enthusiast - The highest honor one can earn. Every prompt (in line with the Eager Beaver requirements), every month. If anyone gets this, I may have to let them have some input on next year's themes or something, because that would be a feat. An annual badge, of course.
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So I pick my prompts, from these sheet thingies, and put them in the card myself?
That's the idea, yeah! Your card will fill out over the course of 2026.
I can't fit all my prompts in that little box!
Yeeeeah, this is my only concern with having such a variety of prompts available. I guess an option is to just write 'all prompts' or 'all (category) prompts', if you've gone that way? If you use a mashup, uhhhh.... Numbers or something?
Or write them below, if you're submitting.
Look, it's not a perfect system, but I wanted to have All The Prompts still.
What about posting on Tumblr? How do I do that?
In order to get reblogged, you mean? Well, the actual post requirements are the same - rating, fandom, Character(s) and/or pairing(s) (please note, if you have a whole bunch of these, I proooobably won't be adding all of them to the tags, unless you have and I can just pull them from the list) and where the prompt comes from. In the past, this would have been the name of the edition, but now it'll be the month covered (obviously for annual masterlists, this isn't required). Any CW must be clearly listed.
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Has anyone ever told you that you're awesome?
Frequently. But thanks!
I don't like it. Can we go back to the old way?
Would if we could, but it was getting truly unmanageable. I love that y'all love this bingo so much. But we and our mod team are only human - and we have lives and responsibilities outside of this bingo that we run for fun in our spare time. Honestly, it was getting too much to handle, and we struggled for the last few months to decide what to do, because we knew it was becoming unsustainable. Making cards just... Wasn't very fun anymore. It began to feel like a job. And we want this event to be a source of joy - for everyone. Mods and ourselves included. I hope you'll stick around, but we understand if the new dynamic isn't for everyone, and won't take it personally if folks duck out.
I guess I can give it a shot.
Excellent! And our discord is also still available here. Feel free to swing by!
I don't get it.
Yeah, sometimes I suck at explaining things. I'll use the tag #FFBaBFAQ when responding to any questions, so check there, or submit an ask. Hopefully I haven't made this too confusing.
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Unexpected surprises for Whumpee to find upon waking up in the hospital
their entire team, who was not present when whumpee was injured, gathered around the bed
absolutely no one, and no sign of anyone having stopped by
an empty room overflowing with bouqets, cards, and other gifts. bonus points if all name cards and get well soon wishes are written in the same handwriting… whumper’s handwriting
their wrists handcuffed to the bed, for no discernable reason
whumper, sitting back with eyebrows furrowed in worry
a completely different season outside of the window. whumpee got hurt in summer, but now it’s snowing outside
medical personel in hazmat suits, the room completely quarantined, leaving whumpee confused and anxious on what is wrong with them
whumper standing over them, messing with their iv
caretaker sitting by the bed, looking beat to hell and back but clutching their hand tightly nonetheless
I love lady whump so much!! I love a woman overcoming challenging, painful situations through her own wits and resourcefulness. I love a woman being rescued by friends moments before she succumbs to her injuries. I love a spy woman getting caught while undercover and ending up in enemy hands. I love an adventuring woman biting off more than she can chew against a pack of monsters. I love a woman navigating what it means to be a woman in this world and dealing with that. I love a woman in a story where her gender doesn't matter at all. I love women fainting and getting caught in snowstorms and twisting their ankles on hikes and getting lost at sea. I love women who fight back with everything they have, and women who hold on tight to themselves and endure what they have to.
I just love, love, love when women are the heart of a story, when their pain and struggle are used not to further a male character's plot but for her own, and her emotions and resolution are centered beyond anything else!
actual scum a reminder to all the real fanfic writers out there that you are appreciated and id rather read a fic that was written by a human being with passion behind it then ai generated slop any day of the week
There is a reason why Flufftober and every other event we know of outright BANS ANY KIND OF AI CREATIONS, and this is exactly why.
AI might be good in many fields - but NOT IN ANY KIND OF ARTISTIC CREATIONS, be that writing, painting, drawing, composing, and, and, and!
Using AI in these areas is a DISGRACE to humans who put their sweat, tears, and blood into every word they write and every stroke they paint.
DO NOT BRING AI INTO OUR WORLD OF CREATIVITY!
No AI will ever be as real and as good as what the human imagination can actually produce!
So for those of you who have doubts, who wonder, "my work will never be good enough, should I even bother?" or, "it's so short, will it even be enough?" or, "this is so niche, will anyone even care?" please remember this:
Every word written by yourself, every doodle scribbled by yourself, every single creation that comes from your own mind, your own imagination, your own hands will ALWAYS have more meaning, more heart, and more soul, and will therefore ALWAYS be infinitely more wholesome, more cherishable, and definitely superior to anything ever created by AI, no matter how far technology will someday evolve.
Keep AI in fields where it actually helps - but keep it out of places that should and hopefully always will belong to the human soul!
We had a great first month with our new format! Thanks to everyone who participated! If you missed it, the August Cards are out now. We've added "Fun In The Sun" and a Peter Parker mini card! Be sure to check out all the wonderful creations that got posted!
Twos:
@papermacherainbow
summer days driftin' away (oh those summer nights) - Peter Parker/Tony Stark
It's been eleven years since a summer romance under the stars flipped Peter's life upside down. Now he's a single dad walking into a job interview, which is definitely a bad idea, considering his boss would be his summer fling and the father of his child, who doesn't know she exists.
Prompts: Single Parent AU | Tony Stark | Familiar
Sixes:
@papermacherainbow
All For You Chp. 13 - Peter Parker/Tony Stark
Tony tries something new with his boy, and Peter breaks a couple of rules.
Prompts: Fault | Toy(s) | Multiple Orgasams
@42donotpanic
I'll teach you what it feels like - Bucky Barnes/Clint Barton
Clint is starting a new chapter of his (sex) life. He's glad Bucky has his back as he learns what life feels like when you're in a body that feels like your own.
Prompts: Touch | Over-Stimulation | Clint Barton | Discipline
Four of a Kind:
HecticDemon | @voiceoffenrisulfr
Stress Relief - Bucky Barnes/Tony Stark
The two most perpetually pent-up Avengers have an agreement.
Prompts: Rough | Vaginal Sex | Squirting | Bucky Barnes
aspen_blackwood | @blackwood4stucky
devoured (unholy is the hunger) - Bucky Barnes/Steve Rogers
Bucky knows something is wrong with Steve. Ever since they pulled him from the ice a second time, Steve’s been different—quieter, colder. He doesn’t sleep. He doesn’t age. Shadows stretch toward him like they know his name. And when he looks at Bucky, it’s like he’s seeing through him.
Prompts: Canon Divergence | Steve Rogers | Quarrel | Shield
UnfortunateBeetle | @workingdownthewordmine
Trust Issues - Clint Barton & Natasha Romanoff
Some might say Clint Barton thinks too far outside the box where Natasha Romanoff is concerned. Her presence in his life has already led to more than one questionable call.
Prompts: Clint Barton | Phil Coulson | Effective | Dramatic
Full House:
dontutemoji | @starksvinyls
Play With It - Bucky Barnes/Peter Parker
Peter tries to get off without permission and faces the consequences.
Prompts: Peter Parker | Size Difference | Bucky Barnes | Touch | Multiple Orgasms
@42donotpanic
Tamed - Clint Barton/James "Rhodey" Rhodes
It all started with another night out at the club. Luckily, it didn't end there.
Prompts: Outlet | College | James Rhodes | Friend | Familiar
@papermacherainbow
Say You'll Be Gentle - Peter Parker/Steve Rogers (& more!)
All Steve wanted for his birthday was to get out of the city and spend time with his pack. Of course, his partners have more than that up their sleeve, making this birthday one to remember.
Prompts: Full House | Slow & Gentle | Fireworks | Foreplay | Steve Rogers | Peter Parker
Small Straight:
@42donotpanic
Let me take care of that - Bucky Barnes/Clint Barton
When Clint walks in on Bucky having "alone time" things take an unexpected--but very welcome--turn.
Prompts: Oral Sex | Clint Barton | Masturbation | Bucky Barnes | Clothed
Large Straight:
@42donotpanic
Baby Hawk - Clint Barton/James "Rhodey" Rhodes
When Daycare calls to let Clint and James know that their Daughter isn't feeling good, it means that they have to rearrange their schedule and change some shifts to make sure she has the time to recover she needs.
Prompts: James Rhodes | No Powers AU | Clint Barton | Protect | Listen
@papermacherainbow
What Omega Wants- Bucky Barnes/Peter Parker | Peter Parker/Tony Stark
Peter hates his heats because it means he has to pick which one of his boyfriends is going to help him through it. This time, Tony and Bucky know they're going to have to work together and solve their differences very quickly in order to help their Omega survive this heat.
Prompts: Peter Parker | Tony Stark | Cock Warming | Double Penetration | Shower/Bath
