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The Rest is Confetti: Ransom's Punishment

Pairing: Ransom Drysdale x F!Reader x Curtis Everett

Word Count: 3694

Summary: After a visit to Ransom's family, his mood sours and he takes it out on Curtis and reader. Pushing all the buttons until Curtis snaps.

Warnings: explicit language, dirty talk, smut, 18+, explicit sexual content, oral sex (both male and female receiving and giving), praise kink, threesome, fluff, nicknames, throuples, punishment, hand cuffs, ball gag, teasing, Ransom being an asshole, Curtis angry, choking,

A/N: This is purely a self-indulgent story/mini series. These three have been living in my head rent free. I’m obsessed with them and any people I’ve ranted to this about know, I have so many ideas for them. I love them and hope you guys do too! Thank you @sweetkingdomstarlight-blog for looking over this for me and @jobean12-blog for letting me talk through the ending with her ❤️ all mistakes are still my own! Thank you to some lovely ladies who know who they are for letting me talk their ears off about this, you guys are gems! 😘😘

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“Ugh, why is this place such a mess?” Ransom growled, shrugging off his jacket and tossing it onto the couch, followed by his scarf. You glanced at Curtis, whose jaw was clenched. He had been patient with Ransom’s shit all day. This visit had been nothing short of a disaster, the words of his family still echoed in your head, despite the fact that you knew they were wrong. You didn’t know how Ransom dealt with them his whole life.

Your hand touched Curtis’ arm gently and he cocked an eyebrow, “Don’t, Curtis.” You whispered, shaking your head. He huffed holding back that feral side of him.

He still had some anger issues that he had been working through, but Ransom knew all the buttons to push. Curtis had never and would never hurt you, but he couldn’t stand by if anyone wronged you. Plus he always chose to channel his anger through other methods. Methods that you enjoyed very much.

The two of you followed the sounds of Ransom’s stomps and angry mumbles, through the house and up the stairs. You were hoping that now that you were home he would calm down, but it seemed his mood had soured more.

A loud crash came from the upstairs hallway and Curtis rushed even quicker up the stairs, you doing the same. Ransom stood near the door of the master bedroom, a large frame flat on the ground in front of him, the glass cracked. It was a photo the three of you had taken on your first vacation together. Ransom had you thrown over his shoulder, Curtis standing in the pool waiting to catch you. Your face was frozen in a playful scream, Ransom grinning wide, it was the perfect snapshot of glee. It had been sheer luck that your mother had captured the moment.

You had it framed shortly after seeing it; that moment made you so happy. Now it laid on the ground, shattered. The closer you got, you saw the frame was cracked too. Tears filled your eyes, you had spent so much time hunting down that frame. Ransom knew that, he was the one who took you to all the antique stores.

He was scowling down at the frame, “Why the fuck did you ever frame this stupid photo, y/n?” He snapped, his tone venomous. “Just a goddamn reminder of the happiness I don’t deserve.”

You stood frozen for a moment, the fact that he hadn’t called you Kitten or baby or something sweet, threw you through a loop. Recovering quickly you stepped towards him.

“Ran, handsome, you deserve happiness,” you said softly, “your family is wrong.” Your fingers barely touched his arm before he jerked away. The slightly softened look from when you had first spoken was now hard again.

“With who? With a desperate whore like you? A brute like him?” Ransom snarled. He was so hurt and like a wounded animal he was lashing out and you knew that. It didn’t change the fact that his words still cut like knives. A few tears escaped and you quickly wiped them away. “What Princess? Don’t like hearing the -”

His words were cut short by Curtis, who grabbed him by the throat and slammed him into the wall, shaking all the other frames. You hadn’t even heard him approach. It must have been the way your blood was roaring in your ears, otherwise how else would you have missed the crunch of his boots on the broken glass.

“Say it again,” Curtis growled, his face so close to Ransom’s. You couldn’t see his expression, but you knew his eyes were probably flashing with icy anger.

His body shook with rage and by Ransom’s shocked look, his teeth were bared.

“I said. Say. It. Again.” Curtis repeated, pulling Ransom forward before slamming him into the wall again.

Ransom opened his mouth then snapped it shut, thinking better of it. His eyes were wide, as he tried to compose himself. You knew better than most, how hard it was to focus when that large hand was squeezing your throat. Ransom shifted on his feet and your eyes caught on the hard shape that was becoming more apparent with every passing moment, pressing against his zipper.

“I’m sorry,” Ransom choked out, trying to swallow the lump in his throat. Curtis’ anger dimmed slightly and he slowly released Ransom, who watched cautiously. When Curtis had put some distance between them, Ransom spoke again, “I’m sorry… that you think you have any sort of power over me. I’m a Drysdale, Everett, don't you forget that.”

Curtis let out an animalistic roar and charged Ransom, who tried to sidestep him but was trapped by the wall. Curtis grabbed his neck, dragging him into the bedroom, “Drysdale, my ass. I’ll show you, you fucking prick, just what kind of power I have over you.”

He tossed Ransom on the bed, towering over him. Random seemed to be scared silent this time. “Dove, get me the handcuffs. The metal ones, not the lined ones.”

You began to follow his instructions, halting when he said the metal ones.

“You heard me, Dove. Do it or I’ll take my ire out on your hide too.” Curtis said sternly over his shoulder. His words made you quicken your pace, opening the drawer of toys on the dresser to obtain the metal police-grade handcuffs. You turned to see Curtis yanking Ran’s sweater off his stoic body.

He gripped the other man’s throat again, yanking him up the bed until Ransom was laying on the pillows. He took the cuffs, locking Ransom’s hands to the headboard.

“Curtis,” Ransom whined, seeming to find his voice again. Curtis glared at him, silencing him again.

“Not a peep, Hugh. You brought this on yourself. Now I’m gonna make you eat your words by making you watch me fuck our girl, our queen.” Curtis said in a low voice, as he stripped Ransom of his pants and boxers. Curtis ghosted his fingers over Ransom’s erect cock, which stood at attention, a bead of precum begging to be licked off the red tip.

You licked your lips, needing to taste him, but you knew better than to interfere with Curtis’ punishment. Ransom’s hips lifted, trying to follow Curtis’ touch, slumping back down when he realized it was hopeless. He was smart enough to keep quiet this time. Curtis trailed his fingers along Ransom’s leg as he walked towards you.

Your body thrummed with anticipation, the look in his eyes promised pure destruction and you couldn’t wait. His large hands gripped your waist, tugging you to his strong chest. You oofed at the motion and before you could catch your breath, he kissed you. The kiss was filthy and sloppy, tongues exploring. He kissed you like he wanted to devour you, his hands grabbing ample handfuls of your ass. But you weren’t complaining, you could drown in Curtis’ kisses every day. Raking your nails through his short hair as he groaned into your mouth. The sound went straight to your core, making you clench your thighs.

The two of you lost yourselves in each other, clothes quickly discarded until nothing was left, just skin on skin. His beard burned along your skin as he kissed down your throat. The feeling made you arch into him, head falling back. Something about this position broke Ransom and he whined loudly. Curtis halted and you whimpered, drawing his attention back to you. He resumed his bites and licks, ducking down to shower your breasts with the same attention and marks that he had left all over your neck and collar bones.

You let out a broken cry when Curtis sucked as much of your breast as he could into his mouth. Grabbing his head, you held him to you. One of his hands was splayed on your lower back, holding you firmly to him as well.

Ransom whined again, kicking his feet like a child, the cuffs clinking as he strained up. Curtis released you with a wet pop and glared at him. Ransom was needy enough at this point and he continued pulling at the cuffs, his face slightly pained when they dug into his skin. A piece of his dark hair had fallen into his face and you wanted to reach out to push it back.

Curtis smirked at his desperation and manhandled you onto the bed. You were on your hands and knees, first at the foot of your bed, but Curtis guided you further up the bed. Your hands were on either side of Ransom’s torso, knees bracketing his thighs. His cock was pinned between your abdomens, the tip resting in the valley of your breasts.

Ransom’s eyes darkened at the sight of your breasts swaying on either side of his cock. This close up you could see a sheen of sweat coating his forehead and he licked his lips, seeing how you were watching him. You couldn't help yourself, you still wanted nothing more than to sink down on his cock, kiss those plush lips, feel those hands roam your body, but you stayed where Curtis placed you.

“Kitten, please,” Ransom whispered softly, watching over your shoulder for Curtis. You bit your lip, shaking your head. The mattress sank as Curtis climbed on the bed, slotting himself behind you, his knees on either side of Ransom’s shins.

Curtis kneaded your ass, slapping it to make it jiggle. Your whole body jolted forward slightly, making your breasts sway again, Ransom’s cock rubbing against you. Ransom grunted, rutting his hips up to grind against you.

Curtis’ hands rubbed your lower back and over your ass before his fingers slid through your folds. Your eyes shut, savoring how his fingers felt on you. His thumb rubbed over your clit lightly and you pushed your hips back needing more. Curtis complied, pressing hard, speeding up his circles.

“Fucking hell, Curtis. Please let me touch her!” Ransom begged. “I’ll do anything, just fuck, let me touch her.”

“Dove, can you grab the gag from the drawer?” Curtis asked and you nodded, leaning over to reach the drawer. It almost hurt you to listen to Ransom’s pleas to not grab it, but you pulled it out and held it up to show Curtis, “Good girl. Now put it on him please.”

“Yes sir.” You replied, laying down on Ransom to gain use of your arms and working the gag on him. Ransom gave you puppy dog eyes the whole time and it hurt your heart, making you reach out to stroke his face lovingly. Before you could even touch him, Curtis grabbed your hips, yanking you back and out of reach. You slammed your hands on the bed, steadying yourself again.

“No touching, Dove. He doesn’t deserve it. And Ransom,” Curtis leaned over you, resting his head on your shoulder, “if you keep rutting your hips up, I will cuff your feet, fuck I might even move her. I’m being nice letting you even see her, so don’t fucking push it.”

Ransom glared but couldn’t do much else. You could tell the effort he was putting in to not grinding his cock against and his body shook with the tension of holding back.

You gasped as you felt Curtis’ cock glide over your wet folds. Your gasp became a moan as he began nudging the tip of his cock into you. Curtis moved one hand to your shoulder and the other to your hip as he pushed into you. The familiar stretch was welcomed, your eyes rolling back into your head as he worked himself in, inch by inch.

His throbbing veiny length glided over your silky walls as he pulled out before pushing back in slowly, getting you accustomed to the stretch. “More please, Curtis.” You mewled, your hips trying to push back. He tightened his grip on your hip as a warning and you stopped immediately. Curtis’ anger was still boiling under the surface and you didn’t want to end up tied up like Ransom. You wanted him to use your body however he wanted, but not deprive you of your pleasure.

Your hands grabbed the sheets tightly, as his hips snapped forward before he began to fuck you relentlessly. Curtis angled his hips, until he heard you keen, knowing he found your sweet spot. Making sure he hit that spot every single time, Curtis drove your body through several levels of ecstasy, higher and higher until you hit your peak. You moaned, letting your orgasm wash over you as Ransom watched helplessly beneath you. Curtis slowed his thrusts, extending your orgasm out for as long as possible before he drew out of you.

You rested your head on Ransom’s chest, catching your breath before looking over your shoulder at your lover. His cock was bobbing, glistening in the light from your juices. His hands rubbed your back, helping you relax for a moment.

“Turn around for me, Dove, I want to feel that pretty mouth before I cum.” Curtis said, opening up Ransom’s legs open, slotting himself closer to you. You nodded, shifting around carefully so that your hands were placed beside Ransom’s hips. You began to crawl closer but Curtis shook his head, motioning you back until your cunt was hovering over Ransom’s face.

He let out a muffled groan, your leaking pussy tempting him so much. Curtis looked like he wanted to give in, let you ride his face, and give Ransom a reprieve, but you watched as he remembered what Ransom said earlier and he shut down again. Curtis grabbed the base of his cock, turning his focus back to you. You were waiting patiently with your mouth open, tongue out and he glided himself past your lips. Relaxing your throat you took him in as far as you could before he drew out. You swirled your tongue around his tip, sucking gently. The taste of him hit your tongue, a musky, tangy taste that was pure Curtis.

Curtis moaned as you sucked harder before bobbing your head. His hips moved in time with your bobs, and the sounds of slurping and moans filled the room, covering the sounds of Ransom’s desperate muffled sounds. You hummed around him, knowing how he liked the vibrations on his cock.

You took him all the way down, nuzzling your nose in coarse hairs at his base. The muscles of his abs tightened, signaling how close he was and you swallowed around him, knowing how he enjoyed the way your throat tightened around him. His hand found the back of your head, urging you to do it again. Complying to his wishes, Curtis moaned your name as his cum shot down your throat, filling your belly with salty goodness. He held you in place until he began to soften, its weight still heavy on your tongue.

Despite your jaw aching, you missed the feeling of him as soon as he pulled completely out and you pouted up at him through your lashes.

"Such a pretty baby you are, my lovely Dove," he cooed, leaning down to kiss your pouted lips, "Wish I had painted that face. Would have looked even prettier."

"Curtis," you whined, pointedly looking down at the painfully hard cock that was bobbing under you. The tip was so red and you felt bad for Ransom.

"Not yet," Curtis whispered before climbing off the bed. He helped you to your feet and pulled you out of the room. You looked over your shoulder at Ransom.

You couldn't deny what a pretty sight it was, Ransom splayed out of the bed, hands tied, mouth gagged. Parts of his face glistened from some of your juices that had dripped and his cock, thick and meaty, standing upright ready to be touched. Muffled complaints grew louder, as you began to leave the room, Curtis’ hand in yours was the only keeping you from turning back around and going to help Ransom.

Curtis handed you a glass of water as you leaned against the counter on wobbly legs.

“How long do you think we should leave him?” You asked, taking a long sip. Curtis shrugged, grabbing himself a Gatorade.

“Once I’m ready to go again, I guess. I want to fuck him as he fucks you,” Curtis smirked, “Have him feel me into next week. Maybe then he won’t be such a goddamn prick.”

You giggled, pondering a universe where Ransom wasn’t a prick. Almost was hard to fathom, and you stopped to think if you’d actually love him as much as you did if he wasn’t a prick.

“Well let’s get you ready to go again then. Our poor baby has suffered enough, in my opinion,” you replied, setting your glass to the side. You caged Curtis against the counter, leaning up to kiss him. He gripped your hips, pressing you closer. Wiggling your way down, you rested on your knees and danced your hands up his thighs. Your mouth left light kisses along his soft cock, your tongue flicking out to taste him.

You drew him into your mouth, sucking on him with your eyes looking up at him. He groaned, gripping the counter hard. Slowly he began to harden, and you pulled back, licking and sucking as he grew to his full length. Your nails dug into his thighs as he shoved you down on his hard shaft, not being able to help himself. A trail of spit followed your lips as you sat back on your heels, releasing him.

“Such a good girl, Dove. You are an angel, and he definitely doesn’t deserve your goodness,” Curtis stated, helping you to your feet. You shushed him, hitting him lightly on his chest as you pulled him back up the stairs.

At the sight of you two, Ransom started making excited noises and kicking his legs. You smiled softly at him, before glancing up at Curtis for permission. With a slight nod of his head, he let go of your hand and you practically ran to the bed. You undid his gag, and quickly searched for the key of the cuffs.

“Ahem,” Curtis cleared his throat and you looked over to see him holding the key. Snatching it, you undid the cuffs and placed a soft kiss of each wrist after you freed it. Ransom stayed motionless as he watched you handle him with such care. He held his breath as you pushed his hair back and kissed him on the forehead, then his nose. You kept eye contact with him as you leaned and kissed him softly. Ransom groaned, cupping your face as he flipped you over, caging you on the bed.

“I’m sorry, Kitten. I was such an ass and you didn’t deserve that. Neither of you did,” Ransom said, looking over at Curtis who nodded, accepting his apology this time. You caressed his cheek, bringing attention back to yourself. Ransom smiled at you softly, his eyes lighting up as he took in your face, “I love you.”

“I love you too, handsome,” you captured his lips with a grin, wrapping your legs around his waist. Your hips grinded up, whining at the feel of his hard cock over your sensitive folds.

“Fuck baby I’m not gonna last long but I need to feel you. Is that okay?” Ransom whispered, kissing along the hinge of your jaw. You hummed your approval and Ransom reached down, lining himself up. He barely wasted a moment, pushing into you in one swift motion. The two of you groaned loudly as he stretched you out.

“Oh don’t you both look so good like that? I know how to make it look even better,” Curtis chuckled, planting himself behind Ransom. You could see over Ransom’s shoulder as Curtis spread lube over Ransom’s puckered hole, smacking his tight ass in time with his circling thumb. Ransom whimpered, his hips bucking forward as Curtis pushed in his thumb.

Ransom’s cock was throbbing inside of you and he fought to stay absolutely still as Curtis worked his ass open a little bit longer before he pushed in. Ransom bit down on your neck, muffling his loud moan as Curtis filled him up. You could feel Ransom’s chest rising and falling as he panted heavily, probably from the overstimulation of Curtis’s cock dragging over the spot that made him fuzzy. Curtis rolled his hips, fucking Ransom at a slow steady pace with deep long strokes. You carded your hands through his soft chestnut hair as Ransom made all kinds of noises in the crook of your neck. He was so far gone that he couldn’t seem to begin thrusting into you. Poor baby was so needy, he was almost incapicated by his need to be fucked. “Ransom, baby,” you cooed softly, earning you an incoherent mumble, “Are you okay?”

“So good, Kitten. Feels so fucking good,” he mumbled, lifting his head. His eyes were closed in ecstasy, squeezing tighter as you clenched around him, rolling your hips experimentally upward, “Oh do that again, please.”

You glanced over at Curtis, who looked both amused and incredibly turned on at how far gone the other man was. Lifting your hips again, you watched as Curtis gripped Ransom’s hips and together the two of you worked in tandem to ruin him.

Ransom didn’t seem to be able to do much other than mumble mindless strings of words. He was barely hovering over you, the force of Curtis’s hips jolting him forward. You kissed along his sharp jaw, and the column of his neck. Ransom managed to reach between you two, and began to circle your clit, aiding in getting you over the edge. You arched up, moaning as you came, your walls fluttering around him. Ransom didn’t last much longer after that, depositing his spend deep inside you.

Curtis grunted loudly, following shortly after the two of you. Pulling out he collapsed beside you while Ransom fell on top of you, his face towards Curtis. Drowsily he reached out for Curtis, and the three of you fell asleep like that, the two men holding hands over Curtis’ heart.

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I really need this today Jo❤️ I love youu for always bringing light into my life

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Hi! This is my first time asking something, so I hope my ask isn't terrible. My ask is for the serial killer fic. Out of the girls, who do you think would be brave enough to actually back-talk to their man in front of the other men and their girls? And what kind of reaction and punishment would the girl have? This series is just chef's kiss!

Hi love! Your ask is most definitely not terrible! Thank you for it, I love getting asks about my stories🥰🥰 I'm so honored you're enjoying the stories❤️❤️

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I'm gonna say, aside from Bunny, who could literally get away with anything, it would probably be either Ari's girl, Nymph or Steve's girl, Moonbeam.

Ari would most definitely tie her up, blindfold her and edge her for a good while until she's a sobbing mess. Then he'd fuck each one of her holes to make sure she truly knows her place and who owns her.

Steve,on the other hand, is usually keen on locking girls in rooms until they learn their lesson but with the way their relationship has grown, he'd be more physical. He'd first spank her until she's crying and then he'd probably choke her as he fucked her, keeping himself in control of the situation the whole time. He'd be the opposite of Ari, he's overstimulate her until she passes out.

Hope that answers your question and satisfies your curiosity. Please feel free to ask more whenever

And my bestie and resident Ari hoe @sparkledfirecracker would definitely want to hear this answer too hehe

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@sparkledfirecracker omg yesss! 100%! I should really revisit them 👀👀👀

lumberjack!ari mood board 🫶🏼🫶🏼

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The Heart is a Deep Ocean - Last Part

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Pairing: Bucky Barnes x F!Reader

Summary: The aftermath of the sinking

Warnings for this chapter: Angst, 18+, tender Bucky, fear, catastrophe, flashbacks (in italics), fluff, pain, sadness, happiness, slight open ending, tying up loose ends

A/N: Beta'd by my dear friend @sparkledfirecracker, thank you my love 😘 I can't believe its over, but I'm very proud of myself for actually completing it. I hope you all like it. There is a flash-forward in this chapter. All mistakes are my own ❤️

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80 years later

Your hands shook as you flipped to the next page of the scrapbook in your hand, tracing over a photo of Bucky all dressed up. Seeing him like that brought tears to your eyes, blurring the vision of your grandchildren sitting before you. Your daughter stood up from the couch and came to sit next to you, hugging you into her side.

“You must have been so scared, Mom,” Grant, your firstborn, said from the armchair he was sitting in, his youngest daughter perched on his lap. You nodded, through the tears.

“It was terrifying,” you responded, falling back into the story.

There were so few survivors around you and that tugged at your already broken heart. With a blanket atop Bucky’s jacket, you sat watching families reconnect, while others sat distraught at their losses. Some were in shellshock, unable to collect themselves, just staring off into the distance.

The cold air bit at your face, tears freezing halfway down. Even though you couldn’t put thoughts together, you couldn’t stop crying. You never knew if you’d stop. Everything you owned, including your heart, was on that ship and you had nothing. Going back to your family was not an option you wanted, especially because you knew they’d want you to marry. And the idea of loving anyone else was impossible to fathom.

Bucky wanted you to survive, and you had to live, finding that will was going to take time. You could do it, even if it seemed hard now, but you could. You owed him that much, to keep his memory alive.

As you were thinking about what your next steps would be, someone sat beside you. Closer than a stranger should. There wasn’t much energy left in you to scoot away, the plunge into the icy water was draining but you still turned your head to tell the man to back off.

But the words got stuck in your throat.

“Told you I’d find you again, Angel,” Bucky said, smirking playfully down at you. His hair was slicked back from the water, and he had two blankets draped over his shoulders. Yet he looked like he had just come from a photoshoot. Handsome as ever. So handsome and so not real.

He couldn’t be. You were dreaming, you had to be. Your mind was too far gone, you were hallucinating. There was a yearning to reach out and touch him, your fingers fidgeting in your lap but you were scared. If you touched him, he might disappear. That’s how mirages worked, right?

You shook your head, “you can’t be real. I’m dreaming. Fuck, I’ve lost it.”

He chuckled, letting you ramble on with your debate on whether or not he was real.

Before you could make up your mind, he reached out, cupping your cheek in his warm hand. You leaned into it, shutting your eyes. Everything in you prayed that he would still be there when you opened them. Warm lips touched yours and you fell into the kiss. Your body immediately reacting to him, wrapping your hands around his neck and pressing yourself to his body.

He used his free hand to wrap around your waist and pull you onto his lap, never breaking the kiss. You broke apart with a gasp but didn’t separate too far, feeling each other’s breath fanning against your faces. Bucky grabbed the blanket that had fallen off your shoulders, wrapping it tightly around the two of you.

“I’m real, doll. I promise,” Bucky whispered, not wanting to break the spell. Tears fell freely down your face, and he did his best to wipe them all away, “don’t cry, Angel, please. You’re breaking my heart.”

“I thought I lost you,” you admitted, letting out a small sobbing hiccup. “I didn’t know what I was going to do. I’d never felt hurt like this before, Bucky.”

“Oh baby, I know. I felt it too, from the moment your hand slipped from mine to the moment I resurfaced and wasn’t able to find you.”

“Where’d you go?”

“I got pulled into the suction of the boat sinking, yanking me away from you. And when I surfaced, I was on the far side of the wreckage. I could faintly hear you calling but I couldn’t get to you.”

“I was so scared. But I knew you’d want me to fight and so I did.”

Bucky kissed you softly, “my little fighter, I knew you would. I had faith you’d make it and I knew I had to survive for you. So I made myself heard when the boats finally came back around,” Bucky paused, his breath hitching. “When I got to this ship and I couldn’t find you,” he shook his head, “it was like nothing I’d ever felt before.”

You nodded, knowing exactly how he felt.

“With you back in my arms, I feel whole again.”

A hand fell on your shoulder, and you looked up to see Bucky smiling down at you, wrinkles accenting his handsome face, “and I never stopped feeling whole, not with you in my arms.”

He leaned down and gave you a passionate kiss. Just as full of love as that first kiss. You could hear the grandkids groaning about cooties, and your kids shushing them, mentioning something about true love.

Bucky settled in beside you, taking the scrapbook off your lap, “I married her the day after we landed in New York. I couldn’t spend another day with her as my wife,” he told the kids. “She looked like an angel. Just as beautiful then as she is now.”

“Oh hush,” you chastised him, hiding your face. He still managed to make you feel butterflies after all these years and the life the two of you led had been a wonderful one. Four children, seven grandchildren, countless pets and so many memories.

It was a life you never thought you’d have when you stepped on that boat, all those years ago. A full life, with everything you could have asked for.

“Once we got married, we told our families,” you started.

“Who turned out to be more excited for us than we thought they’d be,” Bucky chuckled.

“His family was not a fan of Catherine either.”

“And her family just wanted her wed, no matter who the man was. They thought she was too much of a free spirit.”

This brought a laugh to the whole room, knowing just how much of a free spirit you were.

“From there we had Grant, and you all know the rest,” you said, and Bucky shut the scrapbook with a smile.

“I think it’s time for bed,” Grant stated. The rest of your kids agreed as they gathered up the little ones. Each chimed a good night as they headed up the stairs. Your youngest daughter Winnie planted a kiss on each of your cheeks as she left. She had always been a daddy’s girl, making sure to give him an extra hug.

Bucky stood up, reaching out his hand to help you up. Together you began to head to your bedroom upstairs, on the third floor.

“I think we did good, don’t you?” Bucky asked as you passed the plethora of photographs and drawings that littered the walls leading up.

“We got lucky, finding each other when we did,” you smiled. Your hand never left his as you reached the top floor, stopping at a single photo.

“Lucky, yes,” he agreed. “But life owned us too, with everything we went through. Everything we lost.”

His face was haunted, as he looked at the photo of him and Steve, smiling wide for the camera. You tucked yourself under his arm, snuggling closer to him. “He gave up everything for us, and I think we did a good job repaying him.”

Bucky nodded, eyes full of emotion for his lost friend. “I miss him every day, and I thank him just as often.”

“Maybe we’ll see him soon, Buck.”

Silently he turned to you, and gave you a sweet kiss. One you felt all the way to your toes. He cupped your face, gazing into your eyes. Everything he felt, everything he left unsaid, you could read clearly in them. Love filled every part of your part and it was all because of him. A long life with him was blissfully perfect, despite all the hardships.

“Maybe you’re right, Angel.”

With that, the two of you headed to bed, falling into a deep slumber in each other’s arms. Like you had every night for the past 80 years. A calm blanket of love and peace enveloped you both.

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when is the heart is a deep ocean getting its last part?

I'm working on it. It's a really emotional chapter and I've had a hard time getting into the mindset for it. But hopefully soon. ❤️

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Eyes Wide Open

Pairing: Domme!Wanda Maximoff x sub!F!Reader

Word Count: 1608

Summary: Your girlfriend doesn't like when you take care of yourself when she's gone. So she teaches you a lesson

Warning: shower sex, domme/sub, overstimulation, choking, edging, bratty sub, needy, explicit content, fingering, oral sex, 18+, explicit language, nicknames, taunting, teasing, begging, praise,

A/N: I had this thought bouncing in my head for days and then with some assistance and encouragement from @imanuglywombat , it came to fruition. Thank you to the lovely @sparkledfirecracker for betaing this for me! Love you babe❤️ All mistakes are still my own.

if you’re a minor, please DNI!

Please do not repost, publish or translate my work. Reblogs and comments are appreciated! Thank you for reading :)

Dividers by the lovely @firefly-graphics

Wanda’s hand tightens around your throat, as her fingers caress down your damp skin. With how gentle she is, you foolishly hope that she'd forgiven you for your disobedience.

"Please, Wanda, I need more," you mewl, arching your body against hers. She growls in your ear, nipping at the lobe before tugging at it.

"Don't be greedy, baby. You are in no position to ask for anything." Wanda warns, landing a sharp slap on your pussy. The pain is tinged with pleasure, leaving your body tingling.

"But it's not my fault," you whine, "you're the one that decided to work late. I couldn't wait."

Wanda's head snaps up, her eyes dark as they lock with yours, "what was that? My fault?"

You nod, feeling braver than you should in this position. Wanda hums thoughtfully and slowly pushes in a second finger next to the first. This provides a bit more of the stretch you were craving but still not enough.

"My poor baby, so deprived that she couldn't help touching herself while I was away," Wanda's tone is mocking as she ducks down, capturing a nipple between her teeth. She tugs it out, grazing over the sensitive skin and making you gasp. You knew you'd mess up, she wasn't going to make this easy on you.

Yet you couldn't stop your mouth from making it worse.

"You were gone for so long, Wanda, and I couldn't stop thinking about you. I needed it," you reply, trying to placate her anger. Maybe if she knew you were thinking of her, she'd be less angry.

Wanda's fingers curl inside you, cupping your cunt possessively, "I don't care what your excuse is, baby. This is my pussy and what's the one rule I have?"

Her face is so close to yours, that your noses brush together with every heaving breath you take. She's so beautiful and all you can think about is how much you want to kiss her. Bite on her bottom lip and make her moan. She'd been gone for three days and you were craving her.

If only she hadn't come home early and caught you fingering yourself on the couch like a cat in heat. Otherwise, you could have lied to her about it, at least for a little bit, and instead of the impending punishment looming over you, the two of you would be passionately rolling around in the sheets. You know, catching up.

You curse your inability to behave as you try to form the words she wants to hear. It’s hard because her thumb circled your clit as her fingers pump in and out of you. Building the knot in your stomach.

A gasp falls from your lips as she strokes the spot that makes your legs weak. A small smirk dances on her lips from your reaction.

"What's the rule, baby?" She asks again, annoyance lacing her tone. Wanda hated having to repeat herself. Something about people not understanding her thick accent annoyed her. Not that it was the case this time.

"No touching while you're away," you manage to sputter out. Your hands shoot out to grab her shoulders, steadying yourself.

"Oh so you do know the rule," she says with an arched eyebrow. Her fingers pick pace, making obscenely wet noises as they fuck your soaked pussy. You could hear how drenched you were over the roar of the waterfall shower, "you just purposefully chose to disobey me."

"Fuck," you groan and your head falls back after the tiled wall. She was going to make you cum and you didn't know if you were even allowed to. The "I'm sorry" that came out was jumbled between the loud moans you let out as she repeatedly hit that spot.

"I can feel you clenching around me. You're so close, aren't you baby girl?"

"Yes - fuck yes. Can I please cum?" You plead, all your bravery draining out as your body is overcome with a fiery need. Her hand tightens around your throat and she doubles her efforts. Not giving you a solid answer before your orgasm crashes over you. Your nails dig into her skin as you writhe against her body.

"Such a pretty girl when you come," she whispers in your ear, "I think you can give me another one though. Come on, baby, you need it, remember?"

Her fingers continue to fuck you, extending your orgasm out until it was too much but she doesn’t stop and you could feel it cresting again. Words were coming out a jumbled mess but you were begging her breathlessly. For what exactly, you weren't sure.

Wanda's hand slides off your throat, reaching down to grab your thigh instead. Hooking it around her waist. Her body pressing against yours was the only thing keeping you from falling. She buries her head in your neck, biting and licking the soft skin.

Your body was in a sensory overload and your brain was hazy, waves of pleasures wracking through you.

She manages to pull another orgasm out of you when you feel your legs begin to give out. Luckily she catches you by the waist, helping you over to the shower bench. The cool tile is a nice contrast against your heated skin and you slump back, unable to sit upright.

Wanda drops down on her knees before you, using her hands to spread your thighs open. Her face is level with your glistening folds. You watch her through hooded eyes, wanting to object but the hungry look in her eye heats your whole body and you can't help but want more.

One of these days your greed is going to kill you… and what a way to go it would be.

She drags two fingers over your skin, collecting your honey before bringing them to your lips. "Taste how sweet you are, baby. What you were trying to deprive me of."

You start to object but she pushes her fingers past your lips and you begin to suck instead. Her tongue mimics the movements of your tongue over your folds as you clean every inch of her fingers, moaning around them as she teases your clit.

Pulling her fingers out with a pop, she wraps both arms around your plush thighs and pulls you forward, inhaling your scent before she dives in. Your body bows forward, unable to handle the way her tongue is exploring your overstimulated cunt. Leaving no inch untouched. Your hands weave into her hair, tugging hard at the roots. It was a thin battle between trying to pull her away and trying to push her closer.

Your eyes roll back into your head as you feel her tongue lapping at your dripping hole, going deeper as she begins to fuck you with it. Her nose nudging your swollen clit with each motion.

The world darkens again as you cum once more, and you slump back against the tiled wall when Wanda gives you a moment of reprieve. Because you knew what she was doing, and she wasn’t going to stop until she’d fucked you unconscious.

“Is my baby girl worn out?” She teases, her lips leaving soft kisses on your inner thighs as her fingers circle your hole, dipping in slightly. You nod knowing it didn’t make a difference whether you lie or not. She was in control and you feel her smirk against your skin,before she bites down hard, making you scream. The pain of the bite is masked quickly by the push of her two fingers. Giving you no moment to figure out how you’re feeling before she begins to fuck you hard and fast. Her mouth still focuses on marking up your supple skin. A reminder that you are hers, “Feel you clenching, baby. You can give me another one, I know it.”

You let out a gargled noise, not entirely human and you let her take you up that hill again. Your body craves it, even if your mind was actively screaming ‘no’ at you. Wanda slowly lifts off the ground, straddling your thigh as her fingers don’t falter. Her lips find your ear as she grinds her cunt against you, “I want you to make a mess for me, princess,” she whispers and you instantly nod, craving the need to be her princess.

Her fingers curl and she goes faster, her tongue licking along your throat. You feel the pressure building between your legs, and you know this release would be different from the rest. A mess, like she said. Wanda begins to mark up your neck, her hips grinding harder, in time with the speed of her fingers.

Everything hits you all at once, so good your vision goes white. Your hand on her hip grips tightly, your other hand clawing at the tile beneath you, and you let out a loud moan. Your release coats her hand and the tile, shooting out of you hard. It almost hurt how pleasurable it felt. You feel your strength slowly deplete, resting your head on Wanda’s shoulder. She keeps her fingers in you as she reaches her own climax, whispering against your skin how good you did and how good you make her feel.

She slowly pulls out, sucking her fingers clean as her eyes scan over you. Your eyes feel so heavy, you can barely keep them open but when she leans in to kiss you, you find the strength to eagerly return it.

“Did you learn your lesson, Princess?” She asks and you nod, or at least try to. She gives you a smile, a warm one and you know that all is forgiven.

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