Cast Away (7): Who Knows What The Tide Will Bring

Cast Away (7): Who Knows What the Tide Will Bring

Summary: After a mission gone awry, you end up stranded on a deserted island. While you know that you have the skills to survive in the desolate paradise, you’re not sure if your heart will.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Word Count: 1,500

Warnings: Swearing (as per usual). Two assholes back at it again. Smut(ish) (I’m working my way there).

A/N: It’s been for-freaking-ever. Work has been kicking my ass, but I’m back. Happy holidays, consider this a gift from me to you! Love you all. As always, I appreciate all comments, likes, and reblogs (they fuel my writing!). Scream with me or at me? Beggars can’t be choosers.

Also a huge thanks goes out to @throwmyheartawayagain​ for beta reading this for me! I couldn’t have done it without you, honey.

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Random mansion generator

The Procgen Mansion Generator produces large three-dee dwellings to toy with your imagination, offering various architectural styles and other options. Each mansion even comes with floorplans:

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Krampus nsfw please?

😬😬😬 Ask and ye shall receive

Gruss vom Krampus — Krampus x F Reader, NSFW, Dubcon

The smell of cinders was choking. You could see through the window, from the steel cage of the demon’s arms, the glow of a Christmas tree in the apartment building across the lot, twinkling gaily, red and green and gold. There were no holiday decorations in your own flat, no tree or mistletoe, no beribboned angels or shining stars.

You had been a very bad girl.

That was what it told you, after you’d opened the door, thinking the knock harkened the arrival of someone else, someone more familiar…in hindsight, you should have known better. It had been a heavy, thudding hammer, accompanied by the slight drag of chains and the dull tinkle of toneless bells, but you’d opened the door anyhow.

You didn’t know how much longer you could keep this up, you thought as tears filled your eyes, clawed hands tightening around your arms. You didn’t know how you’d ever again be able to stomach the smell of a fire cracking in the grate on a cold winter’s night, provided you lived to see another night, of course. Grey soot had settled into the crevasses of your brain, into the gaps and holes where your decency was lacking, until you were enveloped in soot and ash and cinders. 

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Eat the Rich*

Summary: You’re just a girl in a bar way above your tax bracket and Ransom  really doesn’t care for what you’re wearing.

A/N: There are no spoilers for the movie. But, there IS… Smut. Dirty talk. Class warfare in the form of hate-fucking. 2.9k words of FILTH. I need to be exorcised for this. Thank you @evanstarff​ and @tropicalcap​ for sending me straight to hell.

The entire lounge seems to turn when you enter. Eyes slide back and forth your way, mid-conversation mouths dipping into low frowns. Amidst the old-money frat boys from Cambridge, Beacon Hill Barbie socialites, and Downtown business young bloods, you’re a flagrant contrast in ripped jeans and an old hoodie.

A favorite hoodie. An incendiary hoodie.

The kind of hoodie that is worn with pride around these West End parts. Even the group you arrive with tried to hackle you out of it— bachelorette party decorum, they cried, will you please take that thing off?

Your cousin might be marrying Silverspoon Asswipe and stringing herself up pretty next to all his call-girl friends, but you are a Jamaica Plain girl through and through and you will not stuff yourself into a glitzy cocktail dress before this hoodie.

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Comfort

Alpha!Bucky x Omega!Reader

Jealous/possesive Bucky comforts you, his (not yet) omega that is struggling with the results of a recent mission.

Warnings: language, dirty talk, smut, abo smut

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Bucky wasn’t one to get jealous. Steve was his best friends and he spent most of his time on the team— training new recruits, leading missions ecetera. He spent a lot of time outside of the compound too, with Sharon. Sure, Sharon annoyed him— but it wasn’t because Steve loved her with his whole heart, it was because her energy set him off. 

Sam was a good friend too but he wasn’t someone who got jealous of. He would attend Sam’s therapy groups at the VA and go out of his way to meet people— Sam said it would do him good to network. He also had a life outside of the Avengers and he didn’t talk about it often so Bucky had no basis to be jealous of.

Natasha was gorgeous, and she was the definition of Black Widow. She would lure in man after man after woman after man and leave them hanging long after their night was over. It wasn’t something that bothered Bucky. Sure, they were best friends and they had a past together in his Winter Soldier days, but that wasn’t who he was now. He loved Natasha, yes. But as a best friend and a sister.

But you, oh god. You left the compound to spend time with Wanda and he was in the gym, burning off all the frustration that comes with that. You laughed at one of Tony’s jokes, and glasses broke in his hand, making blood pool in his palm and wash into the sink. Whenever you had been scented by Peter, another Omega, he held back his growls and snarls and shut himself in his room until the urge to absolutely ruin the kid had passed. God, you smelled so good to him, and there was nothing in the world he wouldn’t do to make you his. 

He woke up one night, to the screams of you down the hall. It had been another failed mission in Bali that had you crying and screaming and thrashing in your sheets. The smell of your distress seeped into the walls and woke him from a dead sleep— this was the worst one yet and your screams made him rip off his sheets and run to your door.

“Y/N? Y/N, Doll! Open the door, please!” He almost cried, hitting the side of his fist against the door and twisting the knob. Locked.

In response to his cries, a sound not unlike a desperate moan made him almost tear down the door in desperation to get to you. 

“Sweet Omega, please.” He says, resting his forehead against the door and shifting on his feet impatiently. There was the absence of screaming then, and then a tiny whimper that made Bucky’s instincts rear his head. He needed to get to his Omega. Now. 

“Little, ‘Mega please.” He said, trying the door again and finding that the knob twisted easily under his grasp. The metal of the doorknob had been molded to the shape of his fingerprints, and he didn’t have time to wince at it before the too-sweet smell of your distress his nose. It was similar to the smell of over-ripe oranges and lilies, and he almost gagged as he ran into the room, climbing not he bed, taking off his shirt and pulling you into his arms. 

All of his skin was available to your unconscious body, and it nuzzled into him. You nosed his scent gland, and the hair on your body stood up at the sound of his crooning. He crooned as if his entire life depended on it and in a way it did. 

You had followed him around like a lost puppy for the first year he moved into the compound. You refused to leave his side and refused to disappear when you saw the worst parts of him. You scented him and crooned to him as he had waves of anxiety crawl over him. You placed your full body weight on top of him when he no longer felt grounded and needed something to hold on to. You had always been there for him, and it was about damn time that he relayed his dues. 

“Y/N, baby girl. Wake up, you’re safe. You’re safe, my love.” He whispered, scratching the nape of your neck with his flesh hand. It traced down your neck, and dusted over your pulse point, your scent mark, your bonding mark. Over your shoulder and down to your elbow. It grabbed your wrist and pulled your hand to his mouth, kissing each of your knuckles and each of your fingertips. He kissed your palm and rested it over his own bonding point— neither of you had bonded each other yet— you hadn’t even slept together or gone on a first date, but there was an unspoken rule that you belonged to him, and he belonged to you and there was no other way it could be. 

You cried out as your eyes shot open and you shot forward, smacking your head into Bucky’s and crying out once more as the sharp pain rocketed through your system. Your racing heart gave way to the soft purring from Bucky’s bare chest and your eyes shot around the room for any sign of threat that you had dreamt so vividly of. 

When Bucky’s thick, cedar lemon scent flitted over your senses your eyes flickered over to where he was tracing the lines of your neck with the softest touch. His rumbling chest soothed the wild omega inside of you and you found yourself nuzzling his nose into the sweet spot under his jaw. Your scent found its way marking him and he almost moaned at the way your scents combined. 

“Buck?” Your voice was shaking and broken, and he only held your head closer to him. 

“I got you, Omega. I’m not going anywhere.” He said, his voice rumbling its way into your core in a way that had your heart racing in your chest. 

You kissed his scent gland then, an open-mouthed kiss that made his lower tummy stir in the best way. One kiss after another, you began to mark him as yours for everyone to see. Your teeth grazed his skin— not hard enough to break the skin, but hard enough that his cock stirred in the soft fabric of his sweatpants. 

“Doll, if you keep going, I won’t be able to stop.” He warned. When you moved to straddle him and guided his hands to your hips he knew your answer. He lunged forward, capturing your soft lips in his own rougher ones and swallowed the surprised gasp that left your lips. 

“You smell real nice, Princess. You gonna be good for me?” He mumbled, biting your neck and relishing in the way your raspy moan filled the air. 

“Yes Alpha, please.” You begged, baring your neck to him. He moaned at the action and rested his teeth against your throat as his hands skirted under your sleep shorts to tease the line of your underwear and graze the soft hair that covered you. 

“So wet for me already, ‘Mega mine.” He growled.

“Always for you, Bucky.” You replied, tangling your fingers in his hair and scratching his scalp. He moaned and pushed himself onto his knees, rolling you over onto your back and resting his weight on top of you. 

“Alpha please.” You sighed as he began kissing down your chest. Your sleep bra was loose, and it showed no resistance when his hands skirted under it to tease the soft flesh of your tits. You moaned loudly when one calloused hand and one metal hand pinched each of your nipples. You arched your back into him in order to get closer and with sharp nips and bites covered the skin under your boobs with small bite marks and bruises. 

“What d’you want, Omega?” 

“You. All of you everywhere.” Your voice was high pitched and desperate as you begged for him. 

“You want my mouth on you? Want me to taste that slick? Your sweet slick that’s just for me? My slick?” He growled as he thought of the way you so often smelled like Peter or Tony. 

“Your slick, Alpha. Always yours.” 

He crooned against the band of your shorts and you gasped as his teeth began to pull them down your legs, inch by inch. It must have not been an attractive angle for your double chin, but god the look in his eyes as he made eye contact with you made you almost cum on the spot. You looked so fucked out already that Bucky purred with pride, and his cock stirred more in his pants, urging to be free. 

Instead of just having you the way he wanted, he found himself taking his time with your whining shaking form. The smell of your sex filled the room as his lifted one of your legs over his shoulders. He kissed your ankle and trailed his lips up your calf to the inside of your knee where he bit down on another scent gland. You keened out and threw your head into the mattress, grasping at sheets to channel your frustration. He did the same to the other leg then, and hooked his arms around your thick, strong thighs, kissing the gland on the insides of your thighs before pressing his nose to the soft fabric of your underwear and inhaling. 

“You smell so good, Omega. I could eat you right up.” He hummed and licked a stripe up your clothed core. A small scream echoed in your throat and you clutched at his newly cropped hair, pulling him closer to you. Instead of pulling back and reprimanding you, he was just as desperate to have his mouth on you so he took his metal arm and tore your underwear from your body. They were ruined by the amount of slick pouring fro your core, and he wasn’t too keep on pulling away from you. 

You moaned at the feeling of the underwear tearing from your hips and could have cried when Bucky dove into you, lapping at the slick coating your inner thighs, core, and clit. God, his tongue was like magic on you. His rough lips added another sensation on top of the sucking and his warm tongue and you thought you were going to actually explode when he entered one metal finger into your hole, pumping in time with each tiny kitten lick of your clit. 

“Bucky. Alpha, oh God.” You cried, tears leaking from your eyes and you ground your hips into his face. He half-heartedly held them down with his flesh arm, but he adored the way you were so physically desperate for him. He added another finger before pulling away and kissing your mound gently and smiling up at you. 

“This good, little Omega? Your alpha treating you good?” His voice rumbled around the room and the timbre of it made your nipples tighten in response. So that they didn’t get too sore as a result of his voice, your fingers came up and clutched your breasts, squeezing and playing. The sight had Bucky almost blowing his knot right then and there. 

“Fuck doll, you’re gonna kill me.” He moaned as he sucked your juices into his mouth. He moaned at your taste on his lips and his nose brushed your clit with every solid lick of your labia, making you shake around him. 

“Alpha…” You moaned loudly. Your power to control electricity was active now, making the lights flicker and the radio turn in and out of focus. Each lick of your core made your fingertips spark, and he was sure each dry strand of hair on his head was sticking up with the static of the air. 

“What is it, Sweetheart?”

“I want—“

“Want what?” He asked, pinching your clit between his metal fingers and making you gasp loudly and desperately for air you found yourself suddenly short of. 

“Your knot. Gimme your knot, Buck. I need. Oh God, Bucky.” You almost sobbed as he sucked on you hard, almost coaxing your to the edge and pulling away just as he felt you fluttering around his metal digits. You cried at the loss of him and were soon silenced by his slick lips on yours. You tasted so good to yourself, and when you let out the most pornographic moan at the taste of the kiss, Bucky just barely was able to pull his cock free from his sweats and push himself in. 

“You’re so tight for me, Omega. You gonna take my thick knot like a good little girl? Gonna swell with my pups? Give me a pack of my own, huh?” He growled as he thrust sharply into you. He was so big, and you were so full and your nails tore the skin of his back as he pulled out almost all the way and pushed back in. The wet sounds of your pussy would have embarrassed you if it were anyone else, but the way Bucky moaned at the sound and rutted harder into you were erotic. It wasn’t long until he began to swell, and wore of praise became slurred together as his vision grew fuzzy. 

He pulled his glistening cock out of you, and before you could whimper at the loss he flipped you over and sat back on his heels, stroking himself as he watched your wrecked body shudder. 

“Omega.” His voice no longer held the warm tone that was so beautifully Bucky. This tone was sharp, and all alpha. You keened into the soft fabric of the duvet and you wiggled your hips while laying on your stomach. While Bucky stroked himself with his metal hand, his flesh hand coasted down your spine, tracing the dips of your spine before rotating and cupping your swollen, drenched sex. 

“Present for your Alpha.” He growled, pulling you up by your cunt to a kneeling position. You squealed at his manhandling of you and rested your chest onto the mattress, arching your back and pushing your hips towards Bucky, who moaned at your submission to him. His cock was aching now, and when you wiggled your ass anxiously he snarled and smacked your ass. The red handprint wasn’t even fully developed before he slammed into you and fell forward. His chest was pressed hard against your back and his mouth was on the back of your neck, pinning you down like you imagined the first Wolfsblood species mated. Breeded. 

His teeth ghosted over your bonding mark and he nipped it lightly, hard enough to scent you and mark you but not enough to actually bond you. You clenched tightly around him and he groaned, sinking his teeth into the meat of your shoulder and breaking the skin. You screamed in pleasure and pain, and let out a guttural moan when you heard him when he keened into your shoulder as he felt his knot begin to catch on you. 

“‘M close, Omega.” He groaned, relishing in the sounds his thighs made against yours. The skin slapping was so primal and it just urged him further and harder. 

“Me too, Alpha, me too.” You gasped. He was almost fully stuck in you and you were just so close. It wasn’t until his flesh hand snuck in underneath your body and circled around your clit that you fell into euphoric pleasure and saw stars. Your screams were muffled by the blanket underneath you, and you whimpered slightly when Bucky bit down harder on your shoulder as his knot exploded inside of you.

His hot cum painted your walls, and his heavy knot filled you in a way you never could have imagined— and god, had you imagined.

His hot tongue soothed the bite mark he made and he kissed the side of your neck sweetly, pulling you up with him as he rolled over, pulled the covers over both of you and adjusted the both of you so that you were both as comfortable as possible while knotted. His hands, gentle now, traced your sides and your thighs. He crooned against you to calm you down, and when you came down from your high, you hummed in response and buried yourself deeper into the covers. His cock was softening and it would be long until he would be able to disconnect from you. However, the warmth he provided for you, and the comfort he circled you with made you almost horribly sad at the idea of him leaving. 

You were his, and he was yours. 

“Stay.” You whispered, intertwining his fingers with yours. 

“Always, Omega. Always.”

“And Bucky?”

“Yes, my Sweet?”

“If you steal the blankets I’m going to put my cold feet on you.”

Stone Cold

Warnings: Language

Words: 2.8k

Pairing: Ransom Drysdale x Fem!Reader

Summary: Ransom has one last interview left for his book. 

Sequel to In the Dark

Ransom Drysdale Masterlist

*Spoiler free: no movie connections whatsoever.

God knows I tried to feel, Happy for you. Know that I am, even if I, Can’t understand, I’ll take the pain.

The door to your apartment creaks as it opens, and your entire body goes numb as you see the man step into view. The remorseful look in his steel blue eyes tells you everything you need to know, but you ask anyway.

“He stayed with her, didn’t he?”

The tears well up in your eyes and Barnes closes the short distance to wrap his arms around you, sinking with you to the floor as silent tears stream down your face.

“I’m sorry – I’m so sorry, doll.”

“No – no,” you whisper quietly.

After everything.

Natasha.

Tony.

You can’t wrap your mind around how he could do this.

“Hey,” Ransom’s voice brings you back to the present. “What do you think? Wilson said he knew Rogers the longest, but I can’t get him to return my calls.”

You sigh because you’re not sure it’ll do any good. Sam had settled with a phone interview because he and Barnes were away on a mission, but Barnes had refused even that.

“I’ll talk to him,” you remark quietly. “He usually listens to me.”

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