A/N: This was written for @iraot‘s 1.1k Wheels of Debauchery Challenge! Congratulations on hitting such a huge milestone! I also want to thank you for making such an interesting challenge, it really pushed me to write something outside of my normal comfort zone. The kinks I got from the wheel were Possessiveness, Spanking, and Overstimulation.
I’d like to thank @celestial--valkyrie for beta reading this for me, I don't know what I’d do without your help! Any and all mistakes are completely my own!
I also owe a huge thank you to @sweetkingdomstarlight-blog for being a literal ray of sunshine and hyping me up with this piece and convincing me not to just scrap the entire thing. You always being my cheerleader means the world to me!
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The music comes blaring from the speakers around you loud enough that you can feel the bass reverberating in your chest. You lose yourself in the upbeat rhythm, your body swaying in perfect time with it. Your eyes lazily half open as you glance around the dark room, the flashing neon lights only providing you with momentary glances of your boyfriend looking sour as ever watching you from against the far wall. His arms are folded in front of him and his jaw clenched tight, you can feel his pissy mood from all the way across the room. You roll your eyes and let yourself fall deeper into the music; you feel the occasional hand caress or grab at your body but you merely dance away, uninterested in their attention. You can’t help but let your mind wander as your body moves naturally to the beat.
I don’t know why he suggested going out tonight if he was just going to get all pissy and ditch me after 10 minutes to go and brood in the corner. Oh well. He’s not ruining this night for me, I wanted to have a good time and his little tantrum isn’t going to change that.
You spend the next couple hours dancing to your heart's content, only occasionally stopping to grab another drink from the bar. Your eyes meet Ransom's a few more times through the night but his face never softens once, he just continues to watch you from a distance, nursing the same glass of whiskey he got when you first arrived together.
Your eyes are blissfully closed as you move along to another song when you feel a hand grab onto your waist. You can’t be bothered to open your eyes as you go to slide out of the strangers grasp only to be surprised when their grip tightens instead. Your eyes spring open, ready to tell the bastard to fuck off, only to find that the hand belongs to Ransom, his hard face looming over you. He leans down a touch and speaks slowly and clearly, being sure you’ll hear him over the music, “It’s time to go.”
You shake your head at him, annoyance clear on your face, you start to back away from him as you shout over the music, “No. I’m not ready to leave Ransom. I’m actually enjoying myself. Feel free to go though since you clearly don’t want to be here with me, I’ll get my own ride home.”
His grasp on your waist is suddenly ironclad as he pulls you roughly against his body. He leans down so close to you that his lips brush against your ear as he speaks, his voice laced with challenge, “I said it’s time to leave. Don’t make me throw you over my shoulder and carry you out. You know I will.”
The severity of his tone sends a shiver down your spine and makes your core clench with arousal, as maddening as his possessiveness can be, it was also undeniably attractive. You roll your eyes but comply, turning on your heels and beginning to make your way toward the exit. Ransom's grip on your waist slowly makes its way up your back until he places a firm grasp on the nape of your neck causing you to stand up straighter as he begins to steer your body through the crowd with ease. You shoot daggers up at him, he knows how much you hate when he marches you around like a parent leading their toddler. His head angles down at you, his eyebrow cocked up, as his grip tightens, silently daring you to say or do something. You have to swallow down the words that dance on the tip of your tongue, knowing with certainty that he’s not above causing a scene; you settle for rolling your eyes and grinding your teeth together in irritation.
Once you're both seated in his BMW, you expect him to be all over you, pawing at you while giving you an earful; but instead he keeps his eyes set on the road and his grip tight around the steering wheel. You’re not sure if it’s the alcohol coursing through your bloodstream or just purely because it was so unexpected but you find yourself irked that he seems to have no interest in you at all. You angle yourself in your seat to face him as you reach over and place a hand on his thigh, sliding it towards his crotch before one of his hands leaves the steering wheel to push your hand away without so much as a glance. Your eyebrows knit together as you try again, letting his name roll needily from your mouth, only to be met with the same standoffish reaction. You turn in your seat once more and huff as you look out the window, utterly vexed that this man not only had the audacity to make you cut your night short but then to not give you the time of day after.
The car comes to a halt outside his home after what feels like an eternity, you open your car door and head for the door, your heels clacking angrily against the cement of the driveway with every step. You quickly fish the spare key he had given you from your clutch and unlock the door, storming inside and slamming the door shut behind you as you kick your heels off and make your way towards the stairs. You freeze in your tracks as you realize you never heard the slam of the door you were expecting. You look back over your shoulder to see Ransom has caught the door and is calmly shutting it before he turns his attention to you, his eyes stormy and menacing. He closes the space between you in mere seconds, his hand coming up and grabbing a fist full of your hair by the root. He turns you quickly to face him, the sweet ache on your scalp making you swallow hard as he walks you backwards until your back meets the wall with a soft thud. The hand in your hair vanishes and swiftly makes a new home against your throat, squeezing just enough to make your head begin to swim in the most intoxicating way.
“I’ve had enough of that fucking attitude, Y/N.” Ransom growls out at you as his chest begins to rise and fall a bit faster than it was a moment ago. “You think you have the right to be pissy after you ignored me all night to dance around like a little slut while all those guys laid their hands all over you?”
Your eyes bulge indignantly as you reach up, grabbing at his fingers against your throat, loosening his grip just enough to be able to talk a bit easier. “Excuse you!? I ignored you all night? You were the one who got all put out for no reason and left me alone on that dance floor! Why do you even care? You didn’t seem to want my attention then or just now in the car!” You shoot back at him, words laced with venom and just a bit of hurt.
“That’s not how this works. I don’t just want your attention when you feel like throwing me a bone. You seem to have forgotten, you’re mine.” The emphasis on his last two words make your core clench around nothing. You open your mouth to retort but his hand around your throat tightens once again, keeping the words trapped inside. “No. I’ve heard enough out of you. It’s about time I remind you who owns this.” He growls out as his other hand snakes between both of your bodies and under the skirt of your little black dress to cup your pussy firmly. Your eyes roll back into your head at the sudden pressure, you know that despite your frustration with him, he already has you dripping and now he knows it too. He releases his hold on both your neck and your pussy and wraps a rough hand around your delicate wrist and begins tugging you after him as he makes his way to the sofa. You suck in the air your lungs have been demanding as you stumble behind him. He takes a seat on the edge of the couch before roughly pulling you down to lay across his lap; your dress has been shoved up around your waist and your panties pulled down around your ankles so fast you can’t even comprehend it before his hand makes contact with your ass.
“Aaahh! Ransom wa-” you begin to whine out before another sharp smack to your ass cuts you off. You attempt to wiggle out of his lap but his other hand pressing firmly down on your back keeps you securely in place.
Ransom tsks his tongue at you as he rubs his hand over the swell of your ass, speaking steadily and firmly, “The only words I want to hear coming from your mouth are numbers as you keep track, got that Princess? We’re going to twenty three, one for every man you let touch you tonight. You utter a single word that isn’t a number or you miss one, we’ll start over. Don’t test me on this, Y/N.”
The tone of his voice leaves no doubt in your mind that he means every word, you swallow hard and just nod your head. You bring your hands up to brace yourself, one clinging to his thigh while the other grasps his calf; you hold your breath in anticipation of the smack you know is coming. His hand makes contact with your ass once again and the sting makes you groan, “Three”. As soon as the word leaves your mouth, you feel the sting of his hand once again, “Four”. Ransom keeps up the pace, not allowing you a moment of rest between each smack to your ass, which becomes exceedingly sensitive with each and every strike. By the time you hit twenty, your legs are shaking, your arousal running down your thighs, your voice hoarse and strained as you continue to count out the final slaps. The sound of the last smack registers in your ears before the sickeningly sweet, overwhelming sting sets in, “Twenty three!” you manage to choke out.
Ransom pulls you up, holding your body against his for just a moment before laying you out on the sofa, you hiss softly as your red raw ass makes contact with the deliciously cool leather as it grants you the slightest bit of comfort. He drops to his knees at the edge of the couch before reaching out and wrapping his strong sweater clad arms around your thighs before swiftly pulling you towards him until your ass is about to fall off the edge. His head dips down between your thighs, peppering them with swift kisses and gentle bites, inching closer and closer to aching core. He finally licks a long stripe along your dripping slit before his thumbs come to gently spread your soaking petals, fully exposing you to him. His tongue prods your entrance before beginning to greedily lap up all the sweet juices that are flowing from you, he lets out a moan from deep in his chest as your taste takes over his mouth. “So fuckin’ sweet baby” he whispers huskily into your sex as his lips find your pulsing bud, quickly encapsulating it and sucking gently. You let out a needy moan as your hands fly to his hair, tugging at it harshly as you grind into his face, desperately chasing your own release, trying your best to ignore the sweet sting still biting at the sensitive skin of your ass.
Ransom suckles on your bud harder as you grind into him and you feel the coil in your stomach finally burst, your climax rushes over you like a wave. Breathy curses flow from your mouth freely as you ride out the sweet release your body had been craving so desperately. As you begin to come down from your high, you go to scoot yourself away from Ransom's mouth which was still working overtime on you. He immediately locks your thighs in with his arms, keeping you pressed firmly against his eager mouth.
“Ransom.. baby.. I need a- aaah! I need a second,” you whine out breathlessly as you writhe under his grasp.
He finally lifts his head from between your thighs, looking up to you with lust blown eyes and his face glistening in your arousal, “What's the matter, Princess? Weren’t you just upset you didn’t have my attention earlier? Well don’t worry your pretty little head over that. You’ve got my undivided attention now and I don’t intend to stop until my mouth is the only thing you can think of.” His tone dripped with derision as his lips curled up into a mischievous smirk. “You wanted all my attention and the attention of every guy in that club tonight, I’m going to show you just what greedy little sluts like you get.” Ransom immediately dives back in between your thighs, his lips closing in around your throbbing bud again, sucking on it harshly pulling another hasty orgasm from you.
You whine and moan breathlessly as you continue to try and squirm away before finally resigning to the fact that you are no match for his sturdy arms, you are ultimately helpless. You feel another climax beginning to crest and his name begins to fall from your mouth like a mantra and even you’re not sure if you’re begging him to stop or to keep going at this point. Your legs shake and your breath is ragged and hoarse as another orgasm claims your body. Your vision is beginning to swim as you stutter out, “Pl-please… Ra-Ra-Ransom… I n-need-”
Ransom lifts his face away from you, looking up at your face, reveling in how your makeup runs down your face and your bottom lip quivers, “What’s that Baby? You need more? I think so too Princess.. I know you have more for me.” And with that he returns to his assault on your sensitive aching clit, you feel one of his arms release its grip on your thigh but the other still holds you firmly in place as you feel two of his fingers plunge deep inside of you, curling into your walls in a way that makes you see stars. Your voice is nearly shot as you cry out as you feel him coaxing yet another orgasm from you; you feel your walls clench around his fingers, keeping them in place as you ride out yet another wave of earth shattering ecstasy.
Your body goes limp like a rag doll, your chest rising and falling alarmingly fast now. Ransom finally rises from between your trembling thighs, peeling off his sweater and undoing his belt as he looks down at you, admiring what a mess he’s made of you. Your eyes stay lazily open watching him as you will yourself to even out your breathing, you watch as he grasps your hips firmly and lifts them effortlessly off the couch, lining your entrance up with his cock before burying himself to the hilt with one powerful thrust. The sound that comes ripping from your chest is guttural and primal, your entire body aches in the most intoxicatingly painful way as every inch of you buzzes with overstimulation.
“C’mon baby.. just one more. I want to feel your greedy little cunt milk me.” Ransom's voice is husky and harsh. His strong hands begin to glide you along his cock with ease, setting a deep brutal pace, every inch of your body is consumed by a blinding combination of equal parts pain and pleasure. Your head lulls off lazily to the side, unable to even keep it up on your own anymore as you watch his face contort with pleasure as he fucks your oversensitive cunt with reckless abandon. Moans and curses escape both of you wildly and your orgasm hits you like a train, sudden and intense, your eyes roll to the back of your skull as you whimper helplessly as your walls contract around him. You feel his cock twitch before spilling his warm seed deep inside you while he growls out your name, his eyes squeeze shut and he throws his head back in pleasure. Ransom gently pulls out after a moment and sets your hips gingerly back down on the couch. He leans down, placing a large hand on either side of your head as he hovers just above your face, “Now remind me Princess… who do you belong to?”
“Y-y-you. On-only you, R-Ransom” you stutter out quietly, knowing beyond a shadow of a doubt, he truly owes every bit of you and you wouldn't want it any other way.
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Summary: You discover a new kink with Bucky after making a bad call during a mission.
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader
Word Count: 1,967
Warnings: 18+ Smut. Explicit Sexual Content. Degradation/Humiliation Kink. Boot Worship. Oral Sex (M Receiving).
A/N: This was written for @whisperlullaby‘s 700 Follower Challenge! Congrats on reaching such a cool milestone and thank you for creating such a fun challenge!
I’d like to thank @celestial--valkyrie and @tuiccim for beta reading this for me and helping me put the finishing touches on this piece! I appreciate you both so much! Any and all mistakes are completely my own.
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“What the fuck were you thinking!?” Bucky's tone cuts through you like a knife.
“I already told you.. I thought I could handle it. I was wrong. Is that what you want to hear Buck? I was fucking wrong so just drop it,” you snap back at him. You try to hide behind the bravado of your voice, but your face burns with embarrassment. Bucky has been on your ass the entire way back to the compound, not even letting up when Steve clears his throat and fidgets awkwardly, silently trying to express how uncomfortable the situation makes him. This isn’t the first time you’ve seen your boyfriend angry at you over a mission, but it is the first time he’s ever done it so publicly; normally he waits until the two of you were back in your shared room before letting you know how upset your perceived bad call made him feel.
Bucky takes a few hasty steps towards you and stops just a few inches from you; his body radiating heat and a faint musky scent that makes you instinctively clench your thighs together. “You don’t get to tell me to drop it. You could’ve gotten yourself killed if I hadn’t been close enough to step in and save your ass. You should be thanking me. Not copping an attitude. If you don’t want to get shit for fucking up, then don’t fuck up next time.” Bucky practically spits back at you.
You shift on your feet nervously for a second, your eyes flicking over to Steve, who is still hastily trying to gather his things so he can escape you two, he meets your eyes for a second and the look of pure pity he gives you makes your face burn with humiliation. You angle your head up to look into Bucky's eyes only to notice his signature shit-eating grin playing at the corner of his lips. In that moment, you aren’t sure what comes over you but you find yourself immediately getting wet, you drop your eyes from his in an instant, staring down at his boots. Your face grows even hotter as you try to figure out what the hell is going on with you. Bucky just spent nearly an hour demeaning you, in front of Steve no less, but you can’t help finding his smug demeanor about the whole thing unbearably attractive. You hear Steve utter an awkward goodbye and note his footsteps quickly fading away as he exits the jet. Unsure of what is coming over you and feeling the sudden need for a cold shower, you immediately turn on your heel and head for the exit only to have the door slam shut in your face.
You hear his boots heavy on the floor as he slowly makes his way towards you. He places a firm hand on your shoulder and quickly turns you around to face him, he lightly grips your jaw and angles your face up to stare at his own. “I didn’t say this conversation was over, Doll. In fact, I think I’d like that ‘thank you’ you owe me.” Bucky's voice now missing the vitriol it had moments ago, a playful sense of derision now filling its place. “Do you remember our safe word?” The words fall from his mouth like molasses, thick and slow.
You feel yourself clench around nothing and your heart rate skyrockets, unsure of what’s to follow if Bucky is reminding you of your safe word. “Gravity,” your voice comes out smaller than you intended but the heat between your legs speaks volumes to your true excitement.
Bucky gives you a quick nod of acknowledgement before releasing his grasp on your jaw, placing it on your shoulder and giving you a little shove down. You obediently drop to your knees and go to undo his belt when he gives your hand a sharp smack as soon as you make contact with his buckle. “Oh no. I didn't say to do that Doll. You haven't earned the privilege of touching my cock yet. You want something in your mouth? Here.” His voice was harsh and gravely as he roughly grabs your jaw, squeezing it tight enough to force your mouth open before shoving in two fingers. The cool vibranium runs smoothly against your tongue as you lightly begin to suck on his fingers. Looking up at him through your eyelashes as he tsks his tongue at you a few times and shakes his head “I’m going to need that thank you first,” his tone is almost mocking as he pulls his fingers from your mouth; his eyes expectant and his smirk devilish.
You gnaw on your bottom lip a bit and bat your eyelashes up at him, your voice cloyingly sweet when you speak. “Thank you”
“Thank you for what?” Bucky asks, raising his eyebrow at you.
“Thank you.. for saving me.. sir,” you’re sure to put extra emphasis on your last word knowing how it drives him wild.
A small growl escapes him as his tongue pokes out of his mouth to lick his lips. “You know... I don’t think the sweet talk is going to cut it today, no. I think I have a better idea,” he drops down to kneel, one knee on the ground, his other foot planted firmly on the floor in front of you. He reaches his sleek metal hand out and wraps it in your hair, grabbing firmly near the root and pushing you down until your cheek meets the floor next to his boot. Your body protests at the sudden force for a moment but you quickly give in, letting him position you as he pleases. “Well.. go ahead Doll.. lick my boot.” His tone is so degrading and stern, it sends a shiver up your spine and you squirm slightly between his grasp in your hair and the floor.
You look up at him as best you can, your eyes wide in shock; you can’t believe what you had just heard but even more than that you can’t believe how much you actually want to do it. You’re suddenly grateful for the cool floor against your cheek as you feel your face heat up once again with embarrassment. You never thought being humiliated like this would do it for you, but your soaked panties clearly spoke for themselves.
“Well get on with it. It’s not that hard to show a little gratitude is it?” Bucky jeers at you, pulling your attention back to his boot just inches from your face.
You let out a shaky breath before lifting your head off the ground just a few inches as you maneuver your face just above the toe of his boot. You close your eyes and slowly swipe your tongue across the top of his boot, the faint taste of leather dances on your tastebuds. You can’t help but let out a quiet breathy moan, you have never felt so completely dominated in your life and you love it.
Bucky bites down on his bottom lip, his eyes rolling back slightly at the sweet sound that had just escaped your mouth. Looking down at you with your face against his boot, your eyes shut in pleasure is enough to nearly send him over the edge. “That wasn’t so hard now was it Doll? In fact, you seem like you’re finally learning your place. Do it again.” He growls out the last few words, his grip on your hair tightens as if to punctuate the certainty of his order.
You moan again, louder this time spurred on by his demand and without hesitation you run your tongue over the top of his boot not once but twice. Your willingness to comply takes you by surprise but it’s quickly forgotten as you feel your swollen bud throb even harder. You clench your thighs together as tight as you can, desperately seeking out even the smallest amount of relief for the burning hot need that is aching between your legs.
“Fuck” is all Bucky manages to say as a moan tears itself from deep in his chest. He suddenly yanks on your hair harshly, pulling you away from his boot and back up onto your knees. Hastily returning to his feet all while never letting go of the ironclad grip he has in your hair; using his other hand to make quick work of his belt buckle and fly, pulling them down just low enough to let his erect cock spring free from them. “I’d say you’ve earned the privilege, Doll. Show me just what that dirty little mouth of yours can do.”
You lick your lips needily in response as you wrap your hand around the base of his hardened length, and then lick him from his head down his shaft then back again before wrapping your lips around him. You swirl your tongue around the top, savoring the salty taste of the precum that was dripping from him already before you take him further into your mouth. You begin to bob your head back and forth, hollowing your cheeks, working your hand around what isn’t in your mouth. You hear the grunts and moans that start to come pouring out of Bucky's mouth in response. You start to pick up the pace when you feel him beginning to thrust his hips, pushing himself deeper into your mouth, you gag a little around him as he pushes himself into your throat. Your grip on the base of his cock releases as you bring your hands to claw lightly into his thighs, still covered in the rough material of his black tactical pants. His hold in your hair keeps your head fixed in place as his pace quickens, pushing himself deeper with each stroke until your nose meets his pelvis, the zipper of his pants biting into the skin of your chin. He stills himself for a moment, buried deep in your throat, you can’t help but gagging again as your eyes begin to water. Bucky looks down at you, his pupils blown with desire, nearly swallowing his blue irises whole. Breathy curses flow freely from his mouth as he takes in the sight of you, feeling your throat contract against his cock. “That’s my Doll… I knew you could take it all. You look so fucking pretty like this, do you know that?” He coos at you before he begins to move again, quickly establishing a brutal pace as he fucks your face relentlessly. You moan and gag around him, tears begin streaming down your face and saliva drips from the corners of your mouth, you feel utterly used in the best way possible. You love knowing that it’s your mouth that he’s taking his pleasure from. Your face is beginning to go numb when you feel his hips sputter, he moans out your name and gives a few more sporadic thrusts before you feel him spill his warm seed down your throat. You swallow every bit of down as he removes himself from your mouth and his grip on your hair finally releases, you greedily suck in the air your lungs had desperately been craving before looking up at him, giving him a proper view of your fully fucked out face. He takes a moment to appreciate it while he tucks himself back away and buckles his belt, before finally offering you a hand to help you stand up. You take hold of it, using it to keep yourself balanced for a moment, your knees a bit wobbly after kneeling for so long. Bucky looks down at you, his eyes filled with adoration but his smile as smug as ever.
“I knew you’d like that... Now let’s get you inside, I’m not done with you yet.”
Summary: You’re deep in the depths of your depression and Bucky offers you a bit of solace.
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader
Word Count: 984
Warnings: Depression
A/N: I wrote this last night in about an hour when I was feeling really down to help get some of the feels out. This is the first piece of writing that I’ve ever made public so if any of y’all have any feedback it would be extremely appreciated! I’d also like to thank @sweetkingdomstarlight-blog for her kind words that helped encouraged me to finally post my writings! I’d also like to give a huge thank you to @wakingbeauty for making this absolutely stunning moodboard. She is an aesthetic genius.
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You rattle the numbers off in your head slowly and steadily as you lay flat on your back on the floor of your bedroom. You make it to somewhere in the 40s before abandoning the count.
What’s the fucking point..
You allow your eyelids to flutter closed as you slowly stroke the carpet beneath you, the plush fibers caressing your fingertips serve as a gentle reminder that you can, in fact, still feel.. at least physically. The overwhelming sense of nothingness has only been growing these past few months and you can no longer ignore it; no matter how desperately you want to. Objectively, the last year or so of your life has been the best you’ve ever had. You've found the love of your life, been accepted into a group of people who are now your chosen family, you’ve been helping people, making an actual difference just like you’ve always dreamed of. But in spite of all of that, the void inside you has only expanded. You know logically that it's all beyond your control, that this emptiness inside you is the result of a chemical imbalance in your brain or the misfiring of neurons or whatever the science behind depression is. But all the logic in the world can’t make the feeling any less real, any less devastating. A warm tear rolls down the side of your face and makes a new home in the shell of your ear, a feeling you’re all too familiar with nowadays. The amount of tears the human body can produce never fails to astound you; every time you think your tear ducts have finally run dry you are quickly proven wrong. You allow yourself to let the silent tears flow as your breath gets just ever so slightly shakier.
The door opens abruptly but you don’t flinch; you don’t move a muscle, you can’t be bothered.
“Doll…”
You hear the door click shut and feel his heavy footsteps making their way across the room to you; he gently brings himself to sit cross legged next to your unmoving figure on the floor.
“What’s wrong..? Please talk to me doll..” his voice is soft and quiet but the concern behind his tone is deafening.
You unhurriedly open your eyes and lull your head off to the side, looking up at his beautiful blue eyes, the worriment in them as plain as day.
“I’m just so tired Buck… I’m so tired of feeling empty… I know I should be happy… I want to be… but I just don’t feel anything anymore… it feels… it feels like I’m hollow…” your voice comes out hoarse and hushed. You hate seeing the way sadness consumes his face, the way his mouth turns down slightly at the corners, the way the worry lines in his forehead get more pronounced. You normally try not to talk about this stuff to Bucky, you know more than anybody just how much he still struggles; the last thing you ever want is to add to that. Today though... today you can’t hold it in, you fear the feeling may completely consume you if you don’t say something. Bucky lets out a heavy sigh, his eyes growing glossy with moisture as he gently rests his warm hand on top of yours, gingerly rubbing his thumb over the back of your hand.
“Y/N… I know you feel like you’re drowning right now… like you’re just waiting to hit the bottom but the bottom somehow is even lower than you expected… You’re tired… I can see it… I’ve been able to see it for a while… You started to look like me… I didn’t want to push you to talk about it before you were ready. I knew you’d just hide away even more if I tried to pull it out of you. But you did it Doll. You did the hardest part; saying it out loud.”
You let out the breath you didn’t realize you were holding when he stops speaking. A jarring, guttural sound comes ripping from your chest as you let the weight of his words nestle their way into the crevices of your mind. Quickly pulling yourself up to sit, you pull your knees to your chest and clutch them like they’re the only thing tethering you to reality in this moment as violent sobs wrack your body. He was right. Finally saying it out loud did make a difference; for what feels like the first time in forever you actually feel. The deep barren emptiness that has been plaguing your soul hastily giving way to a mixture of irrefutable sadness and pure relief. Sadness, though not the ideal emotion you’d like to be feeling, is still somehow eons better than the apathy that has been ravaging you.
Feeling Bucky's strong arms haul you into his lap only adds to the alleviation bubbling up in your heart. He doesn’t speak for a while, he merely holds you close to his chest while you let out all the emotions that had been repressed just below the surface for so long; tracing comforting circles on your back and occasionally placing delicate kisses on the top of your head or across your quivering shoulders.
You aren’t sure how long the two of you had been sitting on the floor by the time your tears finally subside. Your breathing is tremulous and little hiccups break through sporadically as your body attempts to regulate itself once again.
“Come with me to see Dr. Raynor on Friday. You don’t have to go through this by yourself anymore doll… I think she could really help you… I think I could help you… I love you Y/N and I promise you, we will get through this together.”
You are suddenly struck with a sensation that had been gone for so long you almost didn’t recognize it: Hope.
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Bucky Barnes
Hollow
You’re deep in the depths of your depression and Bucky offers you a bit of solace.
Warnings: Depression
Show A Little Gratitude
You discover a new kink with Bucky after making a bad call during a mission.
Warnings: 18+ Smut. Explicit Sexual Content. Degradation/Humiliation Kink. Boot Worship. Oral Sex (M Receiving).
The Lesson
Bucky helps coach you through a lesson in domination with Steve as your eager volunteer.
Warnings: 18+ Smut. Explicit Sexual Content. Dom/Sub Dynamics. Pet Names. Oral Sex (F Receiving). Oral Sex (M Receiving). Unprotected Vaginal Sex. Slight Possessiveness. Praise Kink. Cumshot.
Ransom Drysdale
Undivided Attention
After cutting a night out short with his jealous brooding, Ransom makes sure he will be the only thing left on your mind.
Warnings: 18+ Smut. Explicit Sexual Content. Jealousy. Possessiveness. Spanking. Overstimulation. Oral Sex (F Receiving). Fingering (F Receiving). Unprotected Vaginal Sex. Slight Degradation/Name Calling.
Steve Rogers
The Lesson
Bucky helps coach you through a lesson in domination with Steve as your eager volunteer.
Warnings: 18+ Smut. Explicit Sexual Content. Dom/Sub Dynamics. Pet Names. Oral Sex (F Receiving). Oral Sex (M Receiving). Unprotected Vaginal Sex. Slight Possessiveness. Praise Kink. Cumshot.
Just wanted to pop in and say I really love your writing! Finding your page was a nice bright spot amongst the stress I’ve been dealing with. Keep up the great work and thank you for sharing your work with us all ☺️
Omg, I just saw your message because it was buried under so many headcanon Sunday requests! Sorry for taking so long to answer!
Thank you so much, darling! It means a lot to me that you took the time to send me this, and I’m so happy I was able to make you happy! I really hope I’ll be able to continue doing that for a long time!
Happy birthday darlin! 🥳🥰 I hope you have an absolutely amazing birthday weekend filled with love, laughter, and relaxation because you absolutely deserve it! 💕✨
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I was also wondering if you’d recommend me a story that’s been on your mind lately. Can be new or old. Any character at all! ☺️✨
Thank you so much, C! You're such a sweet person, I feel blessed to have you in my life!
The last story I read was this one from Navy, and yeah - it's been living in my mind rent free. I hope you prepared the space for it to do the same on yours!
