#vasily karpov

[eggbreadboi]

“Savior” aka the “vasily was the best handler” agenda

[prongcollar]

[thepiper0fhameln]

“International Transfer of Assets” for @spintwinwb

This is the sad Tumblr version.

View it uncensored here on AO3 instead!

[fic-ive-read]

Link To The Fic

[earth-6677]

Chapters: 1/? Fandom: Agent Carter (TV), Marvel Cinematic Universe, Marvel, Agent Carter (Marvel Short Film), Invaders (Marvel), Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D. (TV), Fantastic Four, Black Widow (Comics), Winter Soldier (Comics) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death Relationships: Peggy Carter/Daniel Sousa, Ana Jarvis/Edwin Jarvis, Angie Martinelli/Howard Stark, Michael Carter & Peggy Carter, Peggy Carter & Jack Thompson, Roger Aubrey/Michael Carter, Michael Carter & Emily Gower (OC) Characters: Peggy Carter, Daniel Sousa, Edwin Jarvis, Howard Stark, Ana Jarvis, Angie Martinelli, Dottie Underwood, Michael Carter (Marvel), Roger Aubrey, Original Female Character(s), Emily Gower (OC), Brian Falsworth, Jacqueline Falsworth-Crichton, John Flynn (Marvel), Susan Storm (Fantastic Four), Jack Thompson (Marvel), Rose Roberts, Aloysius Samberly, Jason Wilkes, Donald Blake (Marvel), Whitney Frost, Joseph Manfredi, Vernon Masters, Hugh Jones, Mortimer Hayes, Cassandra Romulus, Ivan Petrovich Bezukhov, Vasily Karpov, Johnny Storm, Howling Commandos, Chester Phillips Additional Tags: Post-Season/Series 02, Canon Continuation, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Action/Adventure, Espionage, Thriller, Cold War, World War II, Flashbacks, Period Typical Attitudes, Cast full of gay, Queer Character, Gay Character, Bisexual Character, Black Character(s), Vampires, Hydra (Marvel), Gun Violence, Mind Control, Possession, Gunshot Wounds, physical violence, Nazi Germany, Soviet Union, Occult, End of the SSR, Beginning of S.H.I.E.L.D, Family Issues Series: Part 7 of The Invaders Summary:

In a blink of the eye, Peggy Carter's world turns upside down. Jack Thompson is shot and the SSR is ending. Dottie is still on the wind, but for how long will she survive? Seemingly loose threads lead to a web of intrigue she could never have imagined. One that involves her long dead brother, Michael, who has now returned to the land of the living.

The chessboard is reset. A new game has begun.

[thewintersoldier]

CAPTAIN AMERICA: CIVIL WAR (2016) - dir. Joe & Anthony Russo

[illicien]

Every so often I see... interesting takes about Zemo that leave me questioning if we... all saw the same stuff.

Like, you know he commanded a death squad before his fam even died, right? This man is not a good dude. Sure, maybe it was in the name of his country but also... his country was a shit show and he said as much.

So I am absolutely perplexed by the number of "he wouldn't do x" and "why does everyone make him so toxic" kinds of things. He actively waterboarded Vasily Karpov like one of the first times we saw him. He was put in the RAFT because he is a fucking terrorist.

This feels like another one of those things I guess that reminds me of Hannibal. Him being polite doesn't make him any less of a cannibal. You can be both polite and a bad person.

[bucknastysbabe]

Kink Bingo - Praise Kink

Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 1, 765

Tags: Dead dove, WHUMP?, Hydra Trash Party, Mentioned rape, Dub-con, confused WS murder meow meow, hydra!handler!reader, praise kink, touch starved Buck, hand jobs, He’s Just Super Sensitive Blame The Serum, crying what’s new, she loves him in the worst way possible

A/N: I haven’t really written something dark like this in awhile so WARNING! The one Russian translation is thanks commander. Poor Bucky but he gets petted and praised by an insane Soviet for a little bit. Subtle Steeb reference at the end. Listened to gimme danger the entire time.

You leaned back in the stiff leather chair, waiting for your delivery. Strike team was bringing the asset to your office at some point. Your mouth pinched at the thought— they played too rough with the poor thing. Soldat was the fist of Hydra, not a common whore. You didn’t like the Americans very much, but Karpov had sent you along with the asset to get adjusted to being under Alexander Pierce’s control.

So you handled your precious boy until the Americans grew tired of you. They’d already beaten the little life the asset had left into a pulp. He was even more quiet and confused than in Siberia. You’d give him some peace before being discarded, hopefully by the greatest creation of Hydra.

The door opened, the young agent Rumlow shoving the asset inside with an irritated noise. You raised a brow at Soldat’s state— bloodied and bruised moreso than the average mission. Rumlow barked, “He didn’t listen, stupid fuck needs to get wiped again. Got punished, so stop looking at me like that Komandir.”

“Fuck off,” you hissed.

Rumlow slammed the door with a scoff. Your precious soldat stumbled forward dazedly. He knew the drill even between countless wipes, come report to the handler after a mission. Soldat limped forward and kneeled between your legs, wide blues looking up blankly. His nose was bruised, one of his eyes bloodshot and blackened.

You frowned and carded a gentle hand through his thick brown locks, sighing softly. His jaw twitched, throat bobbed. You stated, “Status report.”

His robotic reply came quickly, “Fractured left orbital, nasal fracture, broken anterior ribs nine and ten. Palatal Petechiae, anal fissure.”

You almost hissed at the last part. The strike team was a bunch of mongrel deviants, using the asset to sate their primal urges. With a coo you placed both hands on his cheeks, carefully thumbing over his black eye.

“Baby, poor baby,” you simpered. His wide eyes searched your face, glassing over with tears. You lied, “Those strike team boys are dogs. You’re just so pretty they can’t help themselves.” Soldat whined sadly through his swollen nose, guilty gaze flicking to the ground.

“I didn’t listen- I- I need maintenance,” he said.

He thought he deserved it. He probably didn’t, they just searched for ways to inflict torture. Nasty American pigs. You would make soldat feel better in the meantime. He loved praise and petting, baby was so touch starved. Vasily had taught you that about the asset. Said it makes him more obedient in close quarters because he gets so overstimulated and needy.

“Soldier,” you sweetly said, “You’ll get your maintenance soon. Let your handler take care of her precious star.”

You moved your hands to gently scratch at his scalp, frowning at the pieces that were obviously ripped out using force. You murmured, “How did they use you?” Soldat had to open his hazy eyes, almost purring at your ministrations.

“They used my anus and throat. Multiple members of Strike team Alpha,” he rasped oh-so-quiet. You bit back another hiss, focusing on untangling his dark locks.

You liked the way his English sounded. Your accent was thick and guttural. The asset’s English was soft-spoken, lilting, pretty. You knew it was his native tongue long ago. Pierce told you to stop speaking Russian with Soldat, who currently leaned into your touch, quivering muscles settling down. His injuries would be slowly knitting up— the bruises would be a couple of days, the broken bones a couple more.

Soldat was perfect like that. You ordered, “Just relax precious, if you can.” He nodded obediently, stable hands clasped behind. You worked on the multiple buckles and zips caging in his finely tuned body. Soldat’s titanium arm clicked and clacked in the quiet room, the only noise besides the hum of the A/C.

You peeled off the tight leather from his torso, sucking in a breath at the bruising. You sighed again, “My poor baby, they did a number hm?” He nodded slowly, lips trembling. You rubbed at the knots in his thick shoulders, the asset moaning softly. He never got very loud, but the cries and sniffles when he came were divine.

“Such a pretty angel baby, I know you did great, you always do.”

He vaguely nodded, a half-assed jerk of his pretty jaw. The soldier whimpered, “C-commander please.” His swollen red lips still pouted and shook, sobs threatening to rip out of his sore throat. You purred, “Do you want a reward soldier? Sweet baby.”

“Mhm,” he croaked.

You eyed his peaked nipples and straining bulge in his cargo pants. He had a pretty cock, flushed and thick, just huge, like the rest of him. You unbuckled his belt easily, sliding the pants down strong thighs. They even quivered under your attentions. You couldn’t help the quirk of your lips at soldat gasping when his swollen cock slapped his toned stomach.

You pressed soft kisses to his neck and jaw, wandering hands paying mind to the broken parts of his body. Awkwardly you ushered the naked asset up, leading him forward to sit on your desk. His thighs tantalizingly spread out when he sat down with a wince. You apologized, “So sorry sweet boy, I’ll make it better then you’ll get some rest.”

“спасибо командир,” he murmured.

You chided, lips ghosting over his own, “No Russian, remember baby? I know the Americans are confusing.”

His lips puckered eagerly, waiting for a kiss. You closed the distance, winding a hand into his long locks. You rubbed soothing circles while sharing his lips in slowed smacks. The asset liked everything slow, you figured it kept him relaxed. Nothing like the jackhammering cocks of the disgusting strike team.

He whined happily into your mouth, arching into your body. You smiled, sweet thing wanted his tits touched but wouldn’t dare to ask. So you did it for him, “You want me to play with your tits baby? My needy star.” He nodded frantically, chasing your lips to crash back against his.

You slid the hand from his hair and hip to rub wide circles on his built pecs.

Then you ran your thumbs in tight motions on his dusky nubs, so fucking gentle like your super-soldier pet would break. You knew he would if he could. The asset shivered, a thin whine of ‘commandeeerrr’ elicited instead. You clenched your thighs to dull the ache. You never fucked the asset. Just played with him until he got his sweet release.

You weren’t like the thugs here taking and taking. Soldat needed you like the oxygen in the air. He needed some sort of twisted love in his lonely life. You sucked on his tongue to abate the pang in your chest from the thought of abandoning your sweet boy.

Soldat’s arm shifted and whined in random intervals— signals just as overwhelmed as the rest of him. You kept up the assault on his nipples, the poor thing’s drool making your kiss grow sloppier and wetter. He mewled into the lazy movements, hands trembling. You murmured, “You can touch baby boy.”

You almost squeaked at the feeling of his big hands groping your ass. He tried to be gentle but soldat rarely knew his own strength. You’d cherish the usual mottling of your skin afterward. He brokenly panted, “Commander, feels…s’good. Thank you.” His dark lashes fluttered when you pinched his now swollen peaks, full lips hanging wide open in ecstasy.

“No need to thank me precious, I know my perfect boy needs it. Do you want me to play with your pretty cock?”

He let out a mournful noise— huge arms pulling you even closer. Soldat would probably latch onto you like a puppy if he didn’t have orders. He pled, “Will you, pl-please please.” The asset flushed and winced, expecting a slap for asking questions. You pressed your lips to his slick mouth and hummed, “I’ve got you, my star has such manners.”

You pulled back, his brows furrowing in distress at the absence of your mouth. You let your collected drool drip into your palm and wrapped it around engorged flesh. He cried out and bit down to stop the noise.

“Don’t hide your sweet sounds from me, I want to hear my precious boy.”

A choppy exhale of breath was your answer. He squirmed and sniffled as you methodically fucked your fist on his cock. Slow, slow, a rough twist on the head and your prize was trembling like a virgin. He rested his forehead on your shoulder, puffing hot breath on the thin cloth of your top. The asset babbled random words in different languages interspersed with the most breathtaking little sobs.

You slid your thumb around the extra sensitive frenulum, the sweet thing sniffling and wetting your shoulder with tears. He tried to speak, “K-Ko- hah, haaah, mmh, fuck!” Your other hand— once tight in his perfect hair slid down to cup his overfull sac. You squeezed at the heated flesh. Soldat muffled his wail, hands scrabbling at your body.

His back was painfully arched, you ordering him to relax some. He did with a pitiful mewl, soaking more tears into your turtleneck. You grinned at the tell-tale little sobs. He’d get so pitchy you felt bad for your simple little weapon, his throat probably hurt even more from the high sounds. You husked in his ear, “That’s it my good boy, singing so pretty for your commander, you needed it baby.”

He was rutting into your fist with abandon, the left arm going off with buzzing signals. You dug your thumb into his weeping slit, guided a gentle finger holding his balls to that loose skin behind. You pressed up and gasped when Soldat almost crushed you with his arms, shaking and coming apart at the seams. The asset couldn’t catch his breath, aborted tiny cries leaving his swollen throat.

He wept openly now— flushed member shooting rope after rope of white cum. He stained your already ruined top and flooded your fist. You pumped Soldat through the climax until he mewled and shied away. He seized your lips again passionately, pouring singleminded need into the action. You kissed the perfect asset back, pressing your tits against his broad chest. You wanted to steal him away in the moment, leave with the priceless thing and start anew somewhere.

But that wouldn’t happen. He’d realize you’re just as tainted as the rest of Hydra and probably kill you as his brain inevitably cleared up. So you’d enjoy your pliant, perfect toy for now. You mumbled against insistent lips, “Baby did so good, Commander loves you. Precious star.” He teared up again— not sure where he remembered another voice telling the asset that he was loved.

[liminal-zone]

ready to comply

In honor of the day and our sacred texts (our happy three year anniversary of the mouse making Hydra Trash Party canon in The Falcon and the Winter Soldier, episode 3, The Power Broker), here are my HTP or HTP-adjacent fics. XOXO

All are rated E or M. Mind the tags. Don't like, don't read.

her wine-stained lips | Bucky with Valentina Allegra de Fontaine | non con, manipulation, crying | Valentina’s recruitment technique is atypical.

Nothing ever lasts forever | Bucky with Vasily Karpov, Alexander Pierce, others | non con, psychological horror, conditioning, dehumanization | Karpov has to lose his soul when the Americans recall the fist of Hydra from Siberia.

step on the glass (WIP) | Bucky/Zemo | consent issues, past HTP, sugar daddy, D/s | Bucky finds himself owned once more.

she drives like an ace | Bucky with Alexander Pierce’s daughter | non con, dehumanization | Alexander Pierce’s daughter would like the keys to the car, please. (The Winter Soldier is the car.)

how sudden the fall | Bucky/Sam, Bucky/Zemo | consent issues, past HTP, undercover | The first test is violence, and the second test is far more complicated.

shadows passing | Bucky/Ava Starr (Ghost), both with Alexander Pierce | background HTP, consent issues | Over the years, Alexander Pierce has a number of assets at his disposal. And he has his favorites.

I want to be stung by the stars | Bucky/Loki | consent issues, past HTP, light D/s | Bucky craves subjugation and he follows orders. It's what he's good at.

[eggbreadboi]

the devil you know//cold comfort

[amjo-vnl]

Victims of Baron Zemo

I couldn't find this list on the Internet (maybe I wasn't looking hard enough), so I decided to make it myself.

1.  Colonel Vasily Karpov (cause of death: drowning)

1.1. (alternative scene of getting the book)

~48 people at the auction (cause of death (or knockout): asphyxiation by gas)

2. ~12 people, including King T'Chaka (cause of death: explosion at the UN)

And more than 70 people were injured

3. Dr Theo Broussard (cause of death: (?)stab wound)

4. 5 soldiers of the Elite Death Squadron (cause of death: gunshot wound)

5. Overseer Menz (cause of death (or knockout): physical injuries)

6. Dr Wilfred Nagel (cause of death: gunshot wound)

7. 4 bounty hunters (cause of death: gunshot wound)

8. (by the hands of an old friend)

4 members of the Flag Smashers (cause of death: van explosion)

[perdvivly]

I think the narrative around the world famous Bobby Fischer vs Boris Spassky match as being a triumph of America over the Soviet Union during the Cold War is silly.

Yes, Fischer was one of the greatest chess players of all time. I don’t think there’s any doubt about that. But when you look at the world chess champions between 1947 and 1991 you find:

Mikhail Botvinnik - Soviet Union

Vasily Smyslov - Soviet Union

Mikhail Tal - Soviet Union

Tigran Petrosian - Soviet Union

Boris Spassky - Soviet Union

Bobby Fischer - United States

Anatoly Karpov - Soviet Union

Garry Kasparov - Soviet Union/ Russia

You have to squint *really* hard to think America is in any way winning here. The Soviet Union really was just better at producing top chess players than America during the Cold War era. This is not a moral claim nor is it equivalent to saying the Soviet Union valued intelligence more than the United States. I think a good explanation for this fact is that the Soviet Union cared more about producing top chess players than the United States did. And this explanation is almost plausible until you hear stories about how invested the American government was in making the match happen after Fischer threatened to drop out. Apparently Henry Kissinger called Fischer personally to advise him to take the match. It seems odd to me that they cared when they were winning, but not at all when they weren’t. Beyond odd… straight up silly.

[ao3feed-sambucky]

Once a Weapon Always a Weapon

read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/iCZ2uoI by Denrribrls After a mission gone wrong, Bucky returns back to his Winter Soldier programming and identified Sam as his Handler. Sam and Peter have to help Bucky go back to normal with the help of some questionable allies. OR Sam worries about Bucky a lot, and Peter is practically their son. Words: 993, Chapters: 1/10, Language: English Fandoms: The Falcon and the Winter Soldier (TV), Spider-Man (Tom Holland Movies), Marvel Cinematic Universe Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Categories: M/M Characters: James "Bucky" Barnes, Sam Wilson (Marvel), Peter Parker, Ned Leeds, Michelle Jones (Marvel), Helmut Zemo, Hydra Agents, Brock Rumlow, Vasily Karpov Relationships: James "Bucky" Barnes/Sam Wilson, James "Bucky" Barnes & Peter Parker, Michelle Jones & Ned Leeds & Peter Parker, James "Bucky" Barnes & Helmut Zemo, Peter Parker & Sam Wilson, James "Bucky" Barnes & Peter Parker & Sam Wilson, James "Bucky" Barnes & Brock Rumlow Additional Tags: Bucky Barnes Needs a Hug, Bucky thinks that Sam is his handler, and Sam is worried about Bucky, but it’s fine bc of Peter, Bucky Barnes and Sam Wilson Bickering, Minor Bucky Barnes/Sam Wilson, Bucky is crushing so hard on Sam, Sam is very much not aware, Idiots in Love, Bucky Barnes's Winter Soldier Programming, Winter Soldier Bucky Barnes, Peter Parker is Trying His Best, Protective Peter Parker, Flashbacks, Bucky Barnes Has Nightmares, Sam Wilson Has Nightmares (Marvel), Bucky Barnes Has PTSD, Implied/Referenced Torture, Worship, Implied/Referenced Brainwashing, Mind Control, Bucky Barnes Has Issues, Sam Wilson is Trying His Best, Bucky Barnes-centric, Post-The Falcon and the Winter Soldier (TV) Season 1, Pre-No Way Home read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/iCZ2uoI

[murder-popsicle]

@oftomorrow asked for a starter from BuckyCap

In truth, Bucky still wasn't used to wearing the red, white, and blue and wielding the shield -- Steve's shield, because it would always be his no matter how long Bucky carried it. But someone had to carry on his legacy, to carry out his last wishes, and Tony Stark had been right; Bucky would never have let anyone else do the job. It was a way to remember and honor the best friend she hadn't had the guts to face before his death and, in some ways, also a path by which she could atone for some of what she'd done as the Winter Soldier.

Tony Stark had been as good as his word. Bucky operated independently, and her true identity wasn't publicly known. Some people knew, of course: Stark prominent among them, obviously, but also Natasha, Sam Wilson, Sharon Carter, and the archer known as Hawkeye. But the the American people at large, she was masked and nameless, simply a second Captain America.

Right now, though, she was on a covert mission for Nick Fury, something she'd always been much better at than inspiring speeches. Rousing words had been Steve's gift, never Bucky's. Aleksander Lukin, an old protégé of Vasily Karpov's, appeared to be entering into some sort of deal been his company, Kronos Corporation, and Lex Luthor's LuthorCorp. This looked like bad news. Luthor was notoriously shady, and Lukin clearly had some sort of ulterior motive for his manipulations of the global oil market. So Nick had sent Bucky to surveil a subsidiary office belonging to Kronos Corporation, in the hopes of gathering some useful intelligence that could be helpful in the coming days.

She hadn't expected someone to land behind her, looming suddenly out of the shadows, and she reached for the shield instinctively. But once she got a look at the surprise visitor's face, she relaxed.

"Oh, it's you," she said, looking up at Superman.

[summertrashsplash]

Wow, our summer trash splash has resulted in 31 trashy works!  Here is the full roundup of the fics and artworks that have been added to the Summer Trash Splash AO3 collection during the SplashZone, in alphabetical order:

A Means to an End by Call_Me_Kayyyyy and HaniTrash (art + 1k words)

Zemo is using Bucky as a bargaining chip in Madripoor, which means Bucky must play along to get the information they need. He hadn't expected the Baron to take things this far...

a widow's tender bite by ghostlygun (2k words)

After the creation of new Winter Soldiers has failed in 1991, HYDRA finds a new partner in Dreykov and his Red Room, both parties determined to try again. Vasily Karpov doesn’t like those plans. Neither does the Soldier.

aftertastes by Lies_Unfurl (5k)

The Red Book didn't just contain the trigger words: it also had thorough accounts of all the many punishments that HYDRA inflicted upon the Winter Soldier. A not-insignificant amount of which involved food or drink.

While in Madripoor, Zemo sees a way to use scent and taste to draw out the Soldier he's certain still hides inside James.

ART Fill for "Collar/Leash" by BloodMooninSpace

ART Fill for "Enforced Chastity" by BloodMooninSpace

ART fill for "forniphilia" by BloodMooninSpace

ART Fill for "Magic/Occult" by EclipseArts (BloodMooninSpace)

ART fill for "Tentacles" by BloodMooninSpace for mumblemutter

Art of Steve Rogers in an Army Green Stealth Suit by BloodMooninSpace for NeonBat

Art for a piece that NeonBat wrote for Trash Splash 2022!!!

[Art] Recreational Use by Call_Me_Kayyyyy (many arts!)

Some art I made based on bingo prompts. No real explanation's given.

The Asset Mindset by buckybarnesdeservestobehappy and Call_Me_Kayyyyy (3.3k + art!)

The Asset has always been turned on by violence—so much so that Hydra’s been forced to keep him on ice. When an urgent mission means he needs to stay out of cryo, his handler orders him to bring in a high value target for his fuck toy. Soon enough, Steve Rogers is the Asset’s unruly, misbehaving pet who only needs to be broken in order to be properly trained.

bonding ritual(s) by cm (mumblemutter) (1.5k)

The one where Sam and Bucky bond in Europe.

For the squares: recreational function / public use, restraints, breeding

Bucky the dog by Neonbat (40k)

Bucky's life has never been his own. Pierce is his Uncle, his provider, his everything. A chance encounter one day calls everything into question, and after fate provides a chance at freedom, Bucky seizes it without hesitation.

But Bucky can't outrun his past forever, and soon it catches up. He will do whatever it takes to ensure Steve is safe and far away from his dark, cold world wrought with blood and violence.

caught in 4k by ghostlygun (4k)

John Walker releases some old Hydra footage to the public, proving that the Winter Soldier did a lot more for them than killing people, while looking far too happy in these videos. Word spreads, and soon everyone knows about Hydra's whore. Bucky and Sam have to deal with the fallout.

en pointe by cm (mumblemutter) (6k)

Steve finds the man unconscious in the woods.

Or: The one where Steve is the Stomper and Sam is the Red Falcon.

For the squares: shrinkyclinks, Tony Stark, secret trigger phrase, brainwashing (free space)

etiquette for beginners by cm (mumblemutter) (3.5k)

The one where Sam inherits a Bucky from Zemo.

Things go about as well as expected, really.

For the squares: gaslighting, friend = handler, trade sex for x

hard times by Lies_Unfurl (5.5k)

“Don’t make this weird,” says Bucky.

“…is that a cock cage?” asks Sam.

Bucky glares at him, in a single motion yanking up both his boxers and his sleep pants—the black checkered pair, the ones he wears in order to signal to Sam that he doesn’t want his dick touched, and doesn’t particularly want to discuss it. “What did I just say.”

(or: Sam, Bucky, and The Cock Cage Incident.)

heat. concrete. polaroid by cm (mumblemutter)

Or: The one where the author conveniently manages to fill their final two squares with a sequel to a fic that didn't need a sequel (except for the one where they have birbies).

I'm gonna just say that this is outside canon, and a completely self-indulgent alternate universe sequel to ice. hollow. nightfall.

For the squares: Johann Schmidt, reclaiming what HYDRA ruined

key issues by ghostlygun (2k)

“I didn’t get all the science stuff, but for him, it basically works like an aphrodisiac.” “Sorry, what?” “He’s horny. Do something, or he dies of a heart attack.”

Or: There's no safe house stay with the Soldier that doesn't include more-or-less unpleasant surprises.

man's worst by cm (mumblemutter)

The one in which Sam and Bucky talk about dogs.

For the square: dogs

(non)negotiation by cm (mumblemutter) (2.2k)

The one in which Rumlow makes a brief return.

For the squares: Rumlow / Rollins / STRIKE, self sacrifice

Parts of a Whole by writerkenna (14k)

When he first receives the part, the Asset does not allot much time to examining it. He’s had many adaptations made to him, most reversed eventually when they do not function as they should. This is no different. In fact, this part is hidden, tucked away under clothes, and creates no obvious distraction during missions. The Asset he sees no cause to look for trouble with it when there is none.

He doesn’t give his attention to it until it starts to bleed.

or

HYDRA outfits their Asset with a vagina and uterus. Bucky has to deal with that fact.

the plural of octopus shouldn't end with an "i" by cm (mumblemutter) (3k)

The one in which Sam has a secret, and Bucky finds out.

For the squares: magic/occult, tentacles

Reaching through shackles (Save me from the flames) by Neonbat (10k)

Steve never dreamt of what being turned over to Ross could lead to. Not only is he forced to give up the search for Bucky as soon as it's started, but give up all he holds dear. His friends. His body. His name.

A path diverges, and yet, through everything, the ending is always the same.

Til the end of the line.

rock meets scissors by cm (mumblemutter) (8k)

Bucky and Sam, in the Framework and out of it.

For the squares: orgasm control, impact play, triggered during recovery (flashbacks, etc), endurance torture (wooden horse, stress positions)

sleepless nights by ghostlygun (2k)

Bucky gasps for air, tries to move, tries to break free but he can’t, and the other person – the Asset, the Soldier, it’s him – squeezes until it hurts so much that the edges of his vision start fading to black. A rush of memories hits him like another punch; he knows he has done this too, crushed his target’s windpipes until they screamed and gasped and went limp in his grip.

“Who do you belong to,” the Asset growls. It’s not a question.

Some Like it Hot by HaniTrash (3.5k)

Steve has been captured by HYDRA. The STRIKE team is having a fun time trying to break him.

sore spot by cm (mumblemutter) (2k)

The one where Sam gets taken by John.

For the squares: John Walker, no place is safe

sweet as honey by ghostlygun (1k)

“Isn’t it tragic,” Dottie said as she took a step forward, “that every time we meet, we’re on different sides?”

Your Voice in my Head by thefilthiestpiglet (6k)

If someone cares about you deeply enough, you can hear snippets of their thoughts in your head. As a kid, Steve'd only ever heard his ma and Bucky.

So how come he still hears Bucky even now, when his best friend fell off a train 70 years ago?

Wow!!! A huge thank you to all the authors and artists who reveled in the dumpster this year!  Congratulations everyone!