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Summary: After cutting a night out short with his jealous brooding, Ransom makes sure he will be the only thing left on your mind.

Pairing: Ransom Drysdale x Reader

Word Count: 2,815

Warnings: 18+ Smut. Explicit Sexual Content. Jealousy. Possessiveness. Spanking. Overstimulation. Oral Sex (F Receiving). Fingering (F Receiving). Unprotected Vaginal Sex. Slight Degradation/Name Calling.

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!

As always I appreciate any feedback any of y’all would like to give me. Please feel free to like, comment, and reblog if you feel inclined to.

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.”

It’s that time of day once again....

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She’s only recently started to post her writing but what she has posted so far is stunning and I know if you read them you’ll feel the same;

Hollow is raw and something we can all relate to, her words are so impactful and it is so beautifully written. I urge you to read it and send some love.

Show a little gratitude is the opposite, its still phenomenal writing but the smut in this one is just magnificent! Let me tell you I needed a moment to recover after reading it and I bet you will too.

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A classic that I’ll never get tired of lol

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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.

I appreciate any feedback any of y’all would like to give me. Please feel free to like, comment, and reblog if you feel inclined too.

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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. 

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.”

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