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saratinz · 1 year

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Fuck Away the Pain

pairing ➩ Bucky Barnes x Avenger!Reader

warnings ➩ break-up, enemies to lovers, smut, oral (f receiving), dirty talk, pet names

synopsis ➩ Based off 'Fuck Away the Pain' by Divide The Day

word count ➩ 1.5k

You think your life is done he took it all with him

You hate Bucky Barnes. But right now, you hate Steve Rogers, your cheating asshole of a boyfriend turned someone you have to live with, even more. James may get under your skin, but the two of you have a mutual respect for each other. There’s an understanding that even though you fight, there has to be some level of reverence for the sake of missions.

So you drink enough for it to wash away the sin

You sit at the bar in the basement of the Avengers compound, and self-medicate your sadness with your favorite hard liquor. Bucky takes a seat next to you, but you’re too pissed off at your ex to care.

“Hey sweetheart.”

“Hey.”

“What, no comeback?”

“Not in the mood for this right now.” You get up to leave, but he stops you with his hand on your wrist.

“What’s wrong?”

Such a shitty thing he did, the way he said goodbye

“It’s Steve, he left me for Sharon, who he was cheating on me with. He’s such a liar, fucking telling me that he loves me. I hate that bastard.”

“Oh, sorry that happened.”

“C’mon, where’s the James I know? Tell me that I should have seen it coming.”

“I didn’t either, I thought he was changing.”

“Nope, guess he fooled both of us.”

“Hey, what time is it?”

“11:48.”

“I have an idea.”

“What is it?”

“Do you trust me?”

“Not really.”

“Do you want to make him feel the way you do?”

“Yeah?”

“Come with me then.” You follow him to the elevator and then to the outside of his room.

“What are we doing here?”

“Kiss me.”

“What?”

“Just trust me. I know that’s hard for you to do but..” He’s cut off by your lips on his. Frankly, you were just shutting him up, not really wanting to argue with him today. He grabs the back of your thighs and hoists you onto his hips as his tongue enters your mouth. The kiss is sloppy, and you bite his lip in retaliation for him pushing your back against the wall. You feel a little bit self-conscious with your legs spread in just a dress, but damn, it’s easy to ignore it with the way that he is devouring you.

The two of are in such a state of bliss that you don’t hear the door beside his open.

“I, uhh,” Steve awkwardly mumbles as Bucky immediately lets you down, “she likes it when you choke her.” He gets on the elevator without another word. Once you are in the clear, you two start laugh maniacally. And when you run out of breath, you open his door, inviting yourself in.

“What’s next?” You ask inquisitively as he closes and locks the door behind him, letting out a residual chuckle. You investigate his room, after all you’ve never seen it.

“Umm, I don’t know. We could pretend to have sex.”

Feeling emboldened by your liquid courage, you walk over to him, and standing a foot away you take off your dress, revealing that the only thing you have on under is a lacy thong. Bucky’s eyes widen. “Why pretend?”

You can take it out on me if you like

“You really wanna do this?”

“Take your clothes off, James.” Never one to deny an order, he strips down to his boxers. You move to caress his abs, relishing in the sensuality of it all.

“You like what you see?”

“Stop talking.”

Fuck away the pain, erase him from your brain

You move on top of him, lining his dick up with your aching cunt. “Fuck.” He groans as you sink down onto his cock. You start to move, setting a merciless pace. You move up and down, putting your hands on his chest to hold yourself up. “Good fucking girl, using me like a sex toy.” You tighten around him at the praise. “Oh, you like it when I call you a good girl?” You nod, and he commits that to memory so that he has something new to tease you about.

Fake it like you love me, Come on baby touch me

“Do whatever you need to get off, tonight is all about you.”

Show me where it hurts, this dirty little curse

“Do you want me to choke you, baby?”

“Yes!” he brings a hand to your throat, constricting your airway and making you a moaning mess.

Don't have to be ashamed if you wanna scream my name

“Bucky, I’m so close. Please?”

“Are you asking for permission? Fuck that’s hot.”

“Please! Can I cum?”

“God yes.”

While I fuck away the pain

With one final thrust, he is cumming into your cunt. You collapse on top of him, exhausted from the mind-blowing sex you just had. You don’t even have to try to fall asleep, you just do. When you wake up, Bucky’s gone, but as you get dressed to go on your walk of shame, you hear him in the room next to you.

You hate the way he fooled around behind your back

“You cheated on her, you have no right to judge her.”

“She knows who she belongs to.”

“She is not yours.”

A slave to him but now with me, no strings attached

“Ha, she will always be mine, no matter what she says. She’ll be begging me to take her back within the next month, guaranteed.” Fucking asshole.

“She’s not an object you own, Steve.”

“You just have to see the bigger picture, Buck, she will never want you.’

“No, she won’t, but I’ll be there for her anyway.”

“She’s using you to get to me.”

But if you wanna use me up and leave me in the bed

“I don’t care if she uses me. I have always been in love with her and I will take whatever crumbs of affection I can get.”

“No one actually loves her. She’s only good for sex.” You are so close to running over there to rip his head off, but it seems as though Bucky beats you to the punch, literally. You hear them fighting, and you take that as your opportunity to get the fuck out and process what you just heard from your enemy.

If that's what you need go right ahead

You have a few hours to yourself, and you spend it binging your favorite show for the 5th time. You hear a knock at your door and pause your show. As soon as you see it’s Bucky, you pounce on him, not letting him say even one word before you’re making out. “I’ve had a weird day.”

“Me too, sweetheart.” You notice the shiner on his left eye.

“Hey, what happened to your face?”

“Steve.” He keeps his response short.

“That sucks, I’m the only person who’s allowed to ruin your pretty face.”

“You think I’m pretty?”

“Come in.”

Fuck away the pain, erase him from your brain

“It’s your turn Bucky, use me. Tonight, I’m your sex doll.”

“I’m not sure you wanna do that.”

“Try me.”

Fake it like you love me, Come on baby touch me

“Fuck.” You’re cumming for the fourth time tonight. He’s been between you’re legs for the last twenty minutes, and he’s not slowing down. “I can’t, I want you inside me.” You’re crying from the overstimulation.

“One more baby, then I’ll fuck you. Be a good girl and cum for me.” In a matter of minutes, he’s bringing you over the edge once more.

Show me where it hurts, this dirty little curse

He’s fucking you from behind, hands planted firmly on your hips, doing it with reckless abandon.

Don't have to be ashamed if you wanna scream my name

You feel so good all you can do is let out incoherent mumbles.

While I fuck away the pain

You completely forget about Steve, hell, you forget your own name while you’re fucked into oblivion.

Stronger than a shot of whiskey or any pill you take

It’s been a week, and you’ve spent every night with Bucky. Coping is easy when it consists of sex. Maybe it’s not healthy, but nothing you crave ever is.

Fuck away the pain, erase him from your brain

You find yourself below Bucky, again.

Fake it like you love me, Come on baby touch me,

You wrap your legs around him to pull him impossibly closer.

Show me where it hurts, this dirty little curse

“Cream my cock, sweetheart.” Bucky demands,

Don't have to be ashamed if you wanna scream my name

“BUCKY!” You scream, cumming as you’re impaled on his dick, completely out of it. “I love you, too.” You cry out.

While I fuck away the pain.

You snuggle into his chest, and he brushes his fingers through your hair. “Did you really mean it?” He finally addresses the elephant in the room.

“I, umm, heard you talking to Steve, when you told him you love me. And I guess while we had sex, I just realized that I feel the same way. Then it just kinda, slipped out.”

“This is probably not the appropriate time, but, do you maybe want to get dinner with me sometime?”

“I’d love to.”

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jobean12-blog · 1 year

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Teasing Temptation

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader

Word Count: 2,017

Summary: You present Bucky with an idea, a little game to play, and he agrees.

Author’s Note: So I’ve been wanting to do something like this for a while and then my beautiful friend Ali @flordeamatista hosted her Loveeeeeee Song Writing Challenge and one of Rihanna’s songs just spoke to me for this. I went with “Give it to me like I need it/Rock me out on the floor/Put your hands on me, watch me lose it”: Roc Me Out. Thank you for hosting my sweet! love you and hugs! Thank you all so much for reading! Much love always! ❤️❤️❤️Both dividers are by the lovely @firefly-graphics thank you Daisy 🥰

Warnings: lots of flirty fun, tension, sassiness, some language, smexy talk

GIF NOT MINE: Credit goes to @unearthlydust thank you lovely 🥰

“I want to play a game.”

At your words Bucky perks up, dropping the book from his hands and shifting so you’re now straddling his lap.

“I’m listening,” he murmurs as his hands settle on your waist, thumbs sneaking under your shirt to feel your skin.

“Don’t distract me,” you smirk and get comfortable.

He raises an eyebrow as you wiggle in his lap.

“Doll…”

“Ok, so,” you start, trying to ignore the growing hardness between his legs. “I was thinking…you know how I love when you’re extra grumpy?”

He nods, sliding his hands higher and tracing the underside of your bra.

“What if we did something that will most definitely make you extra grumpy but definitely be worth it in the end?”

“Does it end with me fucking your brains out?” he asks.

“Yup,” you answer and pop the p.

“I’m in.”

“Buck, I didn’t even tell you the most important part!”

You squirm in his grasp as his fingertips move higher and tease the tiny bow on your bra.

“You know what it’s like when you’ve been gone a mission for a few days,” you continue as you close your fingers around his wrists and pull them from your shirt.

He playfully pouts and you kiss his lips.

“It’s torture being away from you,” he whispers against your mouth.

“And then when you come home…”

“I want to stay buried inside you forever.”

“Mm hm,” you agree, sighing at the thought.

“Are you saying you want us to hold out on sex for a few days?” he asks, easily pulling his hands free of your grasp so he can flip you over and pin you to the couch.

“Let’s see how long we last,” you tell him, willing your body not to react to the feel of him pressed against you.

“Is this a challenge doll?”

“Well, not exactly…but I mean it would be fun to see who breaks first.”

You wiggle your brows and give him a grin.

“Fine,” he says as he dips his head and brushes his lips over yours. “Any rules?”

His warm breath tickles your skin and your eyelashes start to flutter closed.

“Kisses and hugs are fine, light touches but nothing more. And how does three days sound?”

He huffs out a sigh and brushes his nose along your cheek until his face is buried in your neck.

“Not three…two,” he mumbles. “That’s the best I can do.”

“But you’ve been gone on missions for longer than that!” you giggle.

“Two,” he grumbles. “And when I’m gone on a mission you aren’t prancing around lookin’ like a snack I wanna devour.”

You laugh at his analogy and start to wrap your legs around his waist.

“Don’t think you’ll make it Barnes?” you tease, giggling when he presses his lips to your throat.

He abruptly stands and you suck in a gasp, digging your teeth into your bottom lip at the sight of his hard-on straining against his sweats.

“Ok,” you breathe out. “Two nights.”

“What time are we leaving for dinner Buck?” you yell from the bathroom.

“Six thirty doll,” he shouts back.

You wrap the towel around your body and stroll out into the hall. When you reach the bedroom, he’s sitting on the edge of the bed and putting on his socks.

His lips turn down into a frown.

“You’re doing this on purpose,” he states.

“Are you saying I can’t shower for the next two days?” you ask coyly as you bend over and pretend to look in the drawer.

“No.”

He’s suddenly in your space, his arm around your waist to turn you to face him. He presses you into the dresser, his mouth an inch from yours as his free hand toys with the top of your towel.

“Bucky,” you gasp, weakly pushing on his chest.

“You tease me doll face…” he whispers. “I tease ya back.”

You fight back the desire to tell him to rip the towel off and bend you over and instead shimmy out of his hold.

“We have a long way to go,” you say, not hiding your frustration.

“It’s only been two hours,” he whines, adjusting himself in his pants. “FUCK.”

“Are you getting dessert?” Bucky asks when the waiter leaves with your clean dinner plates.

“Are you?” you counter, licking your lips at the thought of watching him eat something ooey and gooey.

“Let’s share,” he says, throwing you a wink.

He orders the chocolate lava cake and your mouth waters for more than one reason. The waiter places the cake in the middle of the table and hands each of you a spoon.

Bucky dives right in and takes a big bite, shoving the spoon is his mouth and moaning around it before licking it clean.

You do the same, mostly to stop yourself from moaning at his reaction but with his eyes trained on your mouth you can’t help but tease a little.

“Wow, tastes almost as good as you.”

Your words have his features hardening, the muscle in his jaw clenched tight as he slides his metal hand under the table and grips your thigh.

“If I have to wait to fuck your brains out,” he says softly, his tone betraying his words, “you have to stop saying things that test my control.”

You grab his wrist, spreading your legs as discreetly as possible under the table and shove his hand high enough so his fingers brush the dampness on your panties.

“Fuck me,” he hisses. “This is fucking torture.”

“It’ll be worth it,” you tell him, clearly trying to convince yourself as well.

“I know.” He drags his heated gaze over you. “That’s the only reason you’re still sitting there and not on my cock.”

“Bucky,” you breathe out.

“Doll face…just…finish your dessert.”

His metal fingers slip away from you and he brings them back to the table, his hand clenched in a permanent fist as he takes another bite of cake.

“Hey Barnes, you’re draggin’ today. Let’s move!” Sam yells, turning back to Bucky as he lags behind.

Sam slows down until Bucky catches up and elbows him in the ribs.

“You’re extra broody this morning. Everything ok?” Sam asks.

“I’m good, thanks,” Bucky grunts before he takes off in a sprint.

Sam rolls his eyes with a sigh and mumbles a curse before taking off after him.

When Sam catches you sitting on the steps outside your apartment building after he and Bucky return from the run he immediately frowns at your expression.

“Hey,” he says softly. “You ok?”

You look up with a start, not having realized he was there, your thoughts still lingering on the sight of Bucky jogging toward you, sweat slicked with his shirt sticking to every muscle of his torso.

“Yeah, all good,” you answer. “Why?”

“I dunno know…you look tense,” Sam explains. “And Bucky was extra grumpy this morning.”

Your lips start to lift into a sideways smirk and Sam’s eyes narrow.

“What’s going on with you two?” he asks.

“Nothing. Everything is great,” you assure him before waving goodbye and hurrying off to find Bucky.

You open the door to your bedroom and find Bucky walking out of the bathroom in just a towel.

Steeling yourself with a grin you say, “heard you were a grump this morning.”

“Oh yeah?” Bucky answers as he leans against the door, crossing his arms over his chest.

You step closer to him and mirror his pose along the opposite wall. A drop of water rolls off his chin and down his neck before tracing the muscles along his chest and moving over his abs until it disappears in the soft trail of hair below his belly button.

Your eyes follow it the entire way and you have to drag your gaze away from the muscular V at his hips when he speaks.

“My eyes are up here baby doll,” he chuckles.

You blow him off with a raspberry and start to stomp off but he grabs you and pulls you against his hard chest.

Heat suffuses you as you trail your fingertips over his skin. He dips his head and whispers against your lips, “I’m going to fuck you so hard, doll, you’ll never be rid of the feeling of my cock buried deep inside you.”

“You’re doing this on purpose,” you tremble, throwing his earlier words back at him.

“You wanted this,” he answers, his tone sassy.

“Well, now I have to go change my panties. Thanks.”

His strong fingers dig into your skin. “I can’t do this doll.”

“Yes, you can,” you reply, swallowing hard at the thought that you aren’t even sure you’ll make it.

“Fuck,” he bites out, releasing you like you’re on fire.

“Maybe we should go do something?” you suggest as you stare at your husband from across the couch.

You can’t sit too close to him because his hands are always on you and you want it that way so it’s easier to put some physical distance between you.

“Like?” he asks, looking up from his book.

“I dunno, something out in public this way it’s easier to control ourselves.”

“That’s never stopped me before,” he murmurs as his eyes darken.

“Bucky,” you groan and squeeze your thighs together.

His eyes fly between your legs and he licks his lips.

“Fine,” he growls. “Let’s go play pool.”

“I haven’t played pool in so long,” you tell him as you walk into the dimly lit bar.

“That’s ok doll face. I’ll help ya.”

You smile as he leads you across the floor with his hand on your lower back.

“I’m going to enjoy you saying the word ‘balls’ a lot,” you giggle.

He pins you with a glare but you can see the smile playing at the corners of his mouth.

You watch him bend over the table with his cue stick and admire the view of his ass in his tight jeans. He easily pockets one of the balls and saunters over to you.

“You know how to hold the cue stick?”

Your eyes twinkle with mischief and you open your mouth to give him a cheeky answer but before you can he presses a metal finger to your lips.

“Don’t doll,” he whispers. “Just…show me.”

You take the cue stick in your hands and position it before you bend over the pool table. He slides up behind you, leaning over you as he adjusts your hold.

“Like this,” he whispers along the shell of your ear.

You make a sound of acknowledgement and wait for him to back away.

“Bucky?” you ask, slightly breathless. “I think you need to move.”

“Well, unless you want everyone to see how tight my jeans are right now you gotta give me a minute,” he growls.

“I don’t think the position we are currently in will help at all,” you giggle and wiggle your ass.

“Doll,” he warns.

You take your shot, missing it thanks to him crowding your space.

“That’s your fault,” you say as you push him up and let your eyes fall to his crotch.

“And this is your fault,” he mumbles, discreetly trying to adjust himself.

“You bent me over the table,” you sass back.

“This was a bad idea.”

“This was a great idea Buck.”

Bucky unlocks the door and holds it open for you. You slip past him and toe off your shoes.

“You know we never set an exact time for when this would be over,” you muse as drop your bag. “Technically tonight is two days but are we torturing ourselves until later tonight or should we….”

The rest of your sentence is cut off when he grabs your hand and abruptly pushes you against the wall. His body presses hard into yours and he captures your wrists in his hands, pinning them above your head.

“Game over,” he rumbles.

“But who won?” you ask as your knees tremble and your breath catches in your throat.

“I don’t give a fuck doll face. The only thing care about is having my cock buried inside you.”

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barnesafterglow · 9 days

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night shift

summary: your growing fame becomes too much for bucky

pairing: actor!bucky barnes x singer!reader

word count: 2k

warnings: fame au, dual pov, unreliable narrators, idk how the grammys work (clearly), angst angst angst, steve is a good friend, bucky is Going Thru It, if you think this is joe + taylor coded you're prob right, directly inspired by night shift by lucy dacus

a/n: yearly fic, dedicated to new lovers

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You shoved him off of you, heart racing, breaths coming fast. You had said Bucky’s name, had whispered it in your most intimate moment, and now you needed to leave.

You said nothing else, gathering up your clothes and pulling them on as quickly as you could.

“Wha-”

The door slammed behind you, cold winter winds whipping around you as you realized you’d left your jacket on the hook by the door. It was your favorite, but one you were okay sacrificing as long as you didn’t have to face your embarrassment anymore.

Huffing a breath you could see in front of your face, you called an Uber - at least you had remembered your phone - and paced anxiously a block away from his building, hoping and praying he wouldn’t follow you out.

The entire ride home your mind spiraled until you turned off your phone, terrified this would make headlines already and, let’s be honest, no one would be surprised if it did. You hated that was the life you lived. As if your breakup with Bucky hadn’t already been tabloid fodder for weeks now, the public speculating every detail and warping every comment and photo posted. You had taken to keeping off social media altogether in the time since, trying to disguise your outings as much as possible and take back alleys to recordings and friends’ houses.

Your biggest supporter through all of this, surprisingly, had been Steve - Bucky’s best friend. He hadn’t been your friend first, sure, but he had become like a brother to you nonetheless, and he knew the situation better than anyone. You knew he still talked to Bucky just the same and, while that stung a little, you couldn’t fault him for being there for his childhood best friend too.

Which is how you ended up outside his apartment the very next morning, clad in your typical-as-of-late attire of a hoodie and a hat and sunglasses. It was also how you came face to face with Bucky for the first time since that fateful night.

“I didn’t come to sit here and watch you stare at your feet, James.” You stood from his couch, starting to seethe with pent up anger from your gradually failing relationship, all to end up here. What did he want? To absolve his guilt and shake hands and everything would be fine?

No. You had been the victim of his petty remarks and anxious jealousy for so long. You wouldn’t let him think he deserved your time when he didn’t respect the person you had become.

Your anger flashed back to the week before, the last time you had been seen out in public together as he was breaking up with you at your favorite coffee shop, where he had paid for your drink and you gave him a hesitant kiss, even though you knew it was inevitably coming. He had led you to a table in the corner and proceeded to tell you that he was sorry but he couldn’t do this anymore, it was too much for him - you were too much for him. Okay. That’s all you said was “okay” before you pushed out of the chair and walked around the city until the sun went down.

By the time you got home that night, the headlines were already speculating your breakup, though neither of you had yet to shed a single tear.

Bucky blinked as you shuffled on Steve’s doorstep, eyes wide and contemplating the quickest escape. He didn’t blame you.

He had admittedly not handled your breakup the best; in fact, he regretted it almost immediately at the stricken look on your face, clearly not expecting it. He didn’t blame you for that, either, seeing as it had slipped out in a moment of panic.

You had gained a lot of fame over the course of your relationship, even more than him, and he didn’t quite know how to cope with it. And so the words had poured out, unable to be taken back, and here you were, weeks later, still at odds.

He thought every night of how to make it up to you. Public displays weren’t your thing and you had blocked his number the night of your big fight, so that was out of the question, and he didn’t fancy showing up to your house only to have the door slammed in his face either.

But now, now maybe that you were here on the most neutral ground you could stand on, maybe he could keep his foot out of his mouth and apologize. Words stirred in his hindsight, unable to string together a coherent sentence as your face morphed through the stages of grief in record time. Then, just as he was about to speak, Steve placed a hand on his shoulder and gently guided him back into the house. Relief flooded your face as you drifted out of his sight, and he realized this probably wasn’t going to be as easy to take back as he thought.

“Buck,” Steve said as the two of them turned around the corner. “You need to leave.”

Bucky felt his face do something awful, a mixture of confusion and guilt, but he decided to keep his mouth shut. He simply nodded and kept his head down as he shrugged on his jacket and passed by you in the doorway.

He could hear the soft sound of your sobs as the front door clicked shut.

Songwriting could be as easy as breathing and as hard as climbing a mountain. Right now, the words flooded out of you like a tap of water.

And so did the tears, staining your notebook paper and smearing ink, but still in your heart you knew you would never forget these lyrics - these words that so painstakingly came from your soul and laid it bare.

As you finished the last verse, you took a deep breath, sucked up the tears, and called Natasha.

“Steve, I need to talk to her,” Bucky whined over a beer in a rundown bar in Brooklyn.

“No, you don’t.”

“I can fix it, I know I can.”

“I don’t think you can, Buck.” Steve ran a hand through his hair, a deep sigh leaving his lips. “She’s trying to move on. Don’t ruin that for her.”

“But-”

“No.”

Bucky mimicked Steve’s sigh and leaned back in his chair. It had been increasingly hard to justify his decision to end things with you. He didn’t know what he was thinking and he regretted every moment of it since then.

“Do you think she misses me?” Bucky looked so hopeful, but he could see the sorrow in Steve’s eyes.

“I don’t know.”

The Grammys, the fucking Grammys, and you were performing. You were nominated for a couple, and the Academy had asked you to sing - preferably a new song - in honor of that.

Natasha wrapped you in a hug, twirled you around, and announced you were going out to celebrate. You hesitantly said yes, knowing the press would be everywhere and there was always the possibility of seeing Bucky.

But fuck him. This was your moment.

Which is how you ended up at your favorite dive bar in Brooklyn. Your first mistake.

It was your favorite because Bucky had taken you there so many times. But you couldn’t think of another place you would celebrate than the place where so much inspiration and so many lyrics had come from.

You didn’t scan the room as you walked in with your hand clutching Nat’s, the rest of your small circle of friends following close behind. Your second mistake.

Walking straight to the bar, you didn’t notice Bucky in the far corner, watching your every move. It wasn’t until you were a few drinks in, feeling the celebration kick in, that you spotted him.

At first, you intended to ignore him. This was your time, your night, your moment. He didn’t get the spoil that.

That is, until you went to the bathroom and he trailed you into the dimly lit hallway.

“Baby,” he whispered, his voice a harsh rasp of beer and no sleep. “I’ve missed you.”

Your heart stopped beating in your chest.

You weren’t prepared to see him tonight, not that you ever were these days. But tonight of all nights, the one that should have been carefree and fun and a glittery memory for years to come, was smeared with anger and heartbreak as you spun to face him.

“What the fuck,” you snapped as his fingers grazed your bare arm. Immediately you felt bad, seeing the hurt on his face, and your expression softened. “Sorry.”

“I-it’s okay.” The catch in his voice broke your heart, your own watery eyes matching his. For just a moment.

It took you too long to come to your senses - this was the man who had shattered your heart without a second thought - but he was already so close to you. His body only inches from your own, his hot breath fanning your face, and goddamnit you missed him. You missed him so much that your heart broke all over again.

Your mind cycled through a thousand different thoughts all at once: get away, come closer, touch me, keep your hands off. You couldn’t decide what you wanted in the moment.

You were so, so angry, and yet you couldn’t stop yourself from reaching out to him. His hands settled on your waist as the lights overhead flickered. Your hand pressed gently to his cheek, completely of its own volition. Suddenly, you were tracing the planes of the face you had once known so well. He looked older now, like your time apart had aged him, yet his was still as handsome as the day you had first laid eyes on him.

His eyes locked with yours, and neither of you said a word - not him to ask, not you to stop him - as he leaned in to kiss you.

It should have felt like a victory - it did feel like a victory - but there was something else there. Something dark and twisted and Bucky couldn’t figure out if it was coming from you or him.

The kiss could have lasted moments or a lifetime, he didn’t really know. All he knew was one second you were holding him close to you and the next you were shoving him off.

“Fuck fuck fuck,” your voice came out in a whisper, like you didn’t want to draw attention from the steadily growing crowd of the bar. He supposed you didn’t.

“I’m sorry. I don’t know what came over me.” You nodded at his words, your fingers pressed to your lips like you could still feel him there. “I’ll just go.”

You nodded again, your eyes vacant, and he made his way back to the main room of the bar. He looked back in time to see you slump against the wall, and he knew that you were thinking of a way to erase any trace of him on you.

The stage lights came on, you strummed your guitar and started to sing.

The first time I tasted somebody else’s spit, I had a coughing fit.

You let the lyrics you poured your heart into spill out across the stage. Still, somehow - in the crowd of hundreds of faces - you spotted Bucky.

This time, it didn’t make your heart clench. Didn’t make you shed a tear or run away.

No. This time, it empowered you. Let him hear the lyrics he inspired. Let him feel that pain of your words and feel the hole in your heart where he had broken it. Where you were now healing.

Bucky watched as you sang, and you were mesmerizing. He could feel the echoes of hurt in your words, the hole in your heart he had put there. He knew, despite the last time he saw you, that there was no making up. There was no fixing what was well beyond broken. No chance for him.

In five years I hope the songs feel like covers,

Dedicated to new lovers.

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rillils · 29 days

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One bright morning changes all things.

Hozier, First Light | @catws-anniversary

#CATWS10 #bucky barnes #stucky #stevebucky #it's always stucky where i'm concerned lol #i wasn't sure which of bucky's prompts this would fit most so i just #ehhhhhh #i'm going without prompt again #*weeps*#i just think every hozier song is their song somehow or other so #you know #it had to be done #i just wish it was less messy lol #consistency whomst #rillers has feels #please take this away from me 😭😭😭

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becca-e-barnes · 2 months

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“Daydreams” by We Three has me thinking the most delightful thoughts about that lovely, big, strong man letting his girl take care of him and I can’t clear my head.

Just the thought of Bucky losing it slightly when you’re on top, groaning into the crook of your neck. The glide of his cock into your soft, slick heat is mind numbingly wonderful for both of you but he’s really showing it.

His fingertips are digging into your thighs, trying to keep you close, desperate for you to either slow down or speed up but he’s not entirely sure what he needs more.

“You like that?” You tease, kissing his forehead and basking in a moan from him that verges on pathetic.

What a silly fucking question. He’s not sure he’s ever liked anything more. He’s getting a chance to appreciate the way you feel around him without needing to do anything more than just sit there and enjoy you.

“Love it. Love how you feel.” He’s a little lost as his hands stray up your body to hold and squeeze your breasts.

“Good.” You hum before his mouth latches on to one of your nipples, teasing the sensitive bud with his teeth and tongue.

He’s so beautiful like this. Your fingernails scratch soothingly against his scalp, encouraging to keep up his good work while you continue to let your body rise and fall on his cock.

“Fuck.” He groans, not releasing his mouth from your breast. He wants this to last forever but he’s entirely conscious it’s not going to.

“Don’t you dare.” You warn, pausing your methodical grind, giving him a second to make sure he doesn’t finish too quickly. You reach over, pulling out a pair of fluffy handcuffs you’d tucked behind a pillow earlier. “We haven’t even got to the really fun part yet.”

#becca’s thots #becca writes spice #needy!bucky #subby!bucky #sub!bucky #posting on a Thursday?? wild.#I had oysters today #and I swear I’ve been worked up ever since #then I heard that song and it’s all I can think about

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wlntrsldler · 6 days

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Fic authors self rec! When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers. Let’s spread the self-love 💗

hehe thank u jo (and @too-deviant) for sending me this!!!

let's take a trip down memory lane:

i think he knows: reader x fred weasley (fluff)

tell me that you love me: reader x james potter (angst)

rituals: reader x bucky barnes (angst)

flawless: reader x bucky barnes (smut)

how to disappear: reader x luke castellan (angst)

honorable mention-- crush: reader x sam obisanya (fluff)

#frances replies #frances writes #frances song fics #fred weasley x reader #james potter x reader #bucky barnes x reader #luke castellan x reader #sam obisanya x reader

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capibuck · 5 months

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Name one hero who was happy

I have COMMISSIONS OPEN if you're interested 🧡

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#stucky #bucky barnes #steve rogers #fanart #stevexbucky #myartwork #song of achilles #achilles

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nana-talks · 6 months

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deep red

pairing: tfatws!bucky x fem!reader word count: 2k genre: angst & steam

notes: inspired by deep red by movements. gif by @unearthlydust. again, writing during work hours, so bear with me.

he can still taste her on his lips, feel the curve of her hips beneath his palms. he looks from his hands to his reflection starring back at him in the mirror. it’s been a few months and he continues to struggle to recognize his own face. his dark circles are there, albeit slightly faded. he has new wrinkles, one on each side of his mouth. smile lines?

and I can't tell if this is all a dream or if I'm really here

he’s trying to calm his beating heart, watching the water run down the drain until he can feel the rise and fall of his breath have evened out. he runs his fingers through his hair, pushing the dark locks away from his face before he opens the bathroom door.

and there she is, sitting cross-legged on top of the mattress, his t-shirt hanging loosely around her shoulders. she had her eyes closed, but faced the bathroom, as if she was waiting for him. he padded softly and quietly across the bedroom floor towards her. his job had allowed him to develop this skill very well, he thought to himself, self-depricatingly. right as he reached her, she opened her eyes.

“hey” she said softly. “you ok?”

“yeah” he responded. he wanted to touch her face, and despite the itching, he did. she nuzzled her cheek against his rough palm, letting her hair fall against her face. he pushed them away, feeling his heart pick up speed once again.

but as long as I can feel you, I don't really care

she reached up to his wrist, wrapping her hands around the vibranium, feeling the sensation of the cold material against her warm flushed skin. she felt herself blush beneath his hard stare. she wanted to tell him she loved him, but couldn’t bring herself to break the moment. she felt like he knew already.

“you hungry?” he asked, voice barely there.

“nope.” she shook her head from side to side. “would you mind if we laid here? just a bit longer?”

she hoped he wouldn’t feel embarrassed for getting up so soon after he finished. he tried, she could see - he stood still, his chest against hers, for almost 3 full minutes before he got up. he hoped she didn’t feel him shudder slightly at the question, fighting the urge to cringe from his actions from minutes ago. he just nodded, and she smiled, climbing upwards towards the pillows before he followed her.

and there they laid, as they usually did every single night, one right next to each other, just their hands intertwined. she kept her hold tight against his fingers. she knew he was getting better, but touch was still something he struggled with. she could only imagine having all your terrible memories attached to the feeling of hands and machines against your skin.

cold skin all the time / idle hands so you hold mine / you say it helps with keeping you together and you hold tight / i’m losing feeling in my fingers but i don’t mind

which is why she was surprised that evening when he knocked on her door and crashed his lips against hers, without even saying hello. she didn’t want him to stop, but she knew something must have happened. she tried asking if he was okay, but all he answered was “i need to feel something”. his taste, his fingers against her scalp, she couldn’t concentrate enough to respond. he pushed her up against the door, his roughness soft against her.

can we pretend like it's just you and me? / i wanna act like I can feel something

“i’m sorry” he whispered, and she finally opened her eyes, climbing out of her memories.

“for what?” she asked, frowning slightly

“for coming over like that…” he shrugged, hoping she’d understand. “for being rough.”

she couldn’t help but let out a scoff, pulling his vibranium fingers to rest against her lips. “you were pretty soft to me.” she said.

“yeah?” he wanted to believe her so bad.

“yeah…” she nodded. “i felt… wanted.” she struggled to not say loved, to not scare him off. “it was… hot.”

he blushed, and tried looking away from her, to hide the crimson on his cheeks, but her pull was too strong. if only she knew just how much he wanted her.

“but…” she said, moving her eyes to their intertwined hands. “i can’t help but think… what… what prompted all of that?” she blushed, growing warm and he could hear her heart beat running.

he couldn’t let her know that his latest amend hadn’t gone to plan. he barely mentioned it to dr. raynor last session, just hinting that things weren’t as easy as she had led on, in his usually sarcastic tone. it was embarrassing how fast he slipped back into someone he wasn’t proud to be. and the only place he felt real was underneath her steady gaze.

“i don’t know.” he shrugged. he felt her eyebrows slightly turn. she could read him like no other. she knew he wasn’t being truthful, knew he was ashamed of his past and whenever that was brought up, he’d deflect. and at some point, she understood that was something that would only come with time and was willing to just go from there. “i just wanted to be with you, i guess.”

she nodded. he was slowly starting to understand the concept of giving it all. it didn’t matter if they had finally had sex for the first time, it didn’t matter that he could feel her heartbeat on the palm of his hand as she came - nothing would feel as intimate as sharing his darkest memories and thoughts with her.

he sighed, closing his eyes, feeling her tight fingers around his. she was there, right there, as she had been this whole entire time. there had been nothing he had shared so far that had made her run - not his reasoning behind the amends, not his memories from war, not even why he was always so hesitant to touch her or be touched by her.

not only had she never run, but she had always been willing to surrender herself entirely to him, even when he couldn't keep up with her to the same extent.

and you don't have to give it back to me / ‘cause I can't promise much of anything

“yori was my amend this week.” he whispered, squeezing his eyes, feeling his shoulders tense up. she gripped his fingers tighter, fighting the “oh” that was on the back of her throat. “i feel embarrassed that i befriended him when he was an amend all along, but i couldn’t bring myself to say the words! did you know he had an entire altar for his son? i- i did that.”

“but you’re no longer the winter soldier.” she said. “he did that. not you.”

the slowly growing itch he felt just took over; he couldn’t take it any longer. feeling claustrophobic, he shot up from the bed, fighting the urge to just run away. he leaned against the window, watching the bright city lights slip through the curtains. he was trying to slow down his breathing but all he could listen is yori’s whispered “why” and his meek “i didn’t have a choice”. what a fucking cop-out, he thought, running his fingers angrily through his hair.

before his hands could find their way across his own cheeks, she was there, beside him. she wrapped her arms around his waist, ducking underneath his arms to stand between him and the cold glass. she looked up at him and he was expecting a look of pity, but all he could see was… was that love?

“thank you. for trusting me and sharing that.” she said, kissing his sternum before resting her chin against him. he sees the shine in her eyes, tries to see himself in their reflection. he might really no longer be the winter soldier if he’s someone she’s willing to love.

his skin is tingling, like he’s about to itch again, but he won’t let that drive him away this time. so he tucked his fingers on the nape of her neck, intertwining with her hair, before pulling her against his mouth.

his breath faltered when their tongues touched again. he could recall, somewhat now, how hard he had let himself fall when he first felt her like this that evening. the way he had shoved her against her door, the way he couldn't contain his hands from traveling up and down her body. he was scared of letting that happen again, of losing control, so he stepped back, brushing his lips against her cheeks before hiding on the crook of her neck.

she pushed her hands against his waist, towards the bed, not allowing him to slow down to a stop. he jokingly let go of his body weight, falling forward towards her and she giggled, before shoving him backwards a bit harder. as he sat back on the mattress, he finally looked at her - her bruised lips, her flushed cheeks, her tangled hair and her starry eyes. he pulled her in between his thighs and she caressed his cheeks lovingly, before kissing his temples, his eyelids, his cheekbones, his nose and his lips.

the feather light touch of her fingertips against his stubble, the feeling of his hands wrapping around her waist, their tastes. he held tight against her frame as he slowly twisted and dipped her against the bed, her head hitting the pillow softly.

dive into you / (and open the blinds)

he tried hovering above her, but slowly, she spread her legs and pulled him in between them, brushing over him and moaning gently against his lips. she felt him holding back, but the more they kissed, the more the sounds he made hinted he’d started letting go.

take all of me / (you become my guide)

he still felt the prickling trail against his skin, following wherever she touched. he still could hear the faint sound of feels wrong on the back of his mind. he pulled back, searching for her eyes, to see himself in their reflection.

make me brand new / (to live through your eyes)

there she was beneath him, in between his extended arms. and this time that look of love was undeniable. he couldn’t look away and she held him steady. it was like the words were at the tip of his tongue. she smiled, reaching up to run her fingers over the contours of his face, memorizing every detail she could.

“i wish you could see what i see.” she whispered.

“it’s okay... i think my view is pretty sweet.” he said in between her fingers that ran over his lips. she would have rolled her eyes at his compliment, but he crashed his lips against hers once more.

for someone that was struggling so hard to let go of his fears and his ghosts, he kissed like that was all nothing, he touched her like his hands were made to please her body, he fit inside her like that was his purpose all along. and she knew that to be true because he made her see stars like nobody else before (and like nobody else would after).

and bucky still didn’t know then, but the next time she touched him, it would be to check if he was really sound asleep. but he’d lay there, with her on his chest, breathing heavily. and there would be no sting, or prick, or itch - not again for a long time.

so I can finally sleep / (deep red at the sunrise)

#bucky barnes #bucky x reader #bucky barnes angst #bucky barnes smut #bucky barnes fanfic #everyone should listen to this song - i thought of bucky immediately!!!

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ex0rin · 1 year

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Oh, oh, Lord, oh, Lord, keep on keeping on ~ Oh Lord, Foxy Shazam

#bucky barnes #the winter soldier #sebastian stan #i've had this song in my head for a week #cara gifs #also! new gif format #@machine-slays-dragons #shout out for the gif tutorial #@5ummit #marveledit #filmedit #dailyflicks #mcufam #tusershay #tusermerc

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johnslittlespoon · 20 days

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– take me back to the start 🕊

#:(#they were so young and happy #isolating the dialogue at the end made me cry so hard LOL #i made this the day after the finale to cope but wasn't sure if i liked it #but i miss them so bad so whatever i'm posting it now </3 #this song is so mota coded it hurts so bad #johnslittlespoon edits #buck x bucky #buckbucky #buck x bucky edit

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saratinz · 1 year

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Fake It Like You Love Me

pairing ➩ Bucky Barnes x Avenger!Reader

warnings ➩ angst, drinking, smut, oral (f receiving), unprotected sex, creampie, daddy kink, praise, pet names (good girl, sweetheart, baby)

synopsis ➩ part three of 'Fuck Away the Pain'

word count ➩ 1.4k

a/n ➩ comment or dm me to be added to taglist.

Never have you felt this safe, here, in the unlikely arms of Bucky. Even waking up with a raging headache and sore ass, you are peaceful. With your head on his chest, arms wrapped around him, you wake up in a surprisingly good mood. “Good morning beautiful.”

“Mmmmh, what time is it.”

“It’s 8:00, you wanna get up?”

“I don’t.”

“Well, let me get up so I can go to the gym.”

“No.”

“Why not?”

“Because I know a much better way to get your workout in.” You lean in, sucking on his neck, marking your territory.

“Oh really? And what’s that sweetheart?”

“Get naked and you’ll find out.” Once you roll off him, he’s quick to follow orders, removing his shirt and sweatpants, along with his boxers. You admire his adonis-like figure, truly loving every bit of him. While getting on top of you, he causes a moan to slip out when he brushes your clit with his cock.

“Doll, you’re squirming, are you in pain?” He smirks. “Yes, daddy.”

“Where does it hurt?”

“Down there.” He pushes back onto his knees, coming face to face with your glistening cunt.

“Here, let me kiss it better.” His lips leave a gentle peck on your clit. Then another. And now, he’s using his tongue, making your eyes go crossed. Bucky is eating your pussy like his life depends on it. Lying on your back, never having had so much fun. You’re seeking heaven in his grasp, almost reaching your high, but you’re soon disappointed.

“Why’d you stop?”

“Awww, is my little baby needy, I have the cure for that too.” He grabs you by the waist, turning you onto your hands and knees. It’s like it’s his job to destroy you, switching from saccharine to dominant in a matter of seconds. “You gonna let daddy help you?”

“Yes, daddy, I need your help.” He responds with a quick thrust straight to your cervix. He’s so deep, so entwined, you can’t imagine a life without him. But no, you can’t think about that, not after what he did. No man who stands Y/n Y/l/n up gets a second chance. Except, isn’t that what you’re doing right now? No, this is strictly sex. The architecture of your relationship fell, all patience and respect completely diminished. Now, all that lies is a pile of anger and fucking. It doesn’t matter that there are feelings there, because you can never act on them.

“Sweetheart, you okay?”

“Yeah, I feel so much better.” You refrain from telling him what’s really bothering you: the complicated love story of Bucky and Y/n. This is not a fairytale though, it’s not a rom-com. You two won’t get a happy ending, no, it’s too late for that. A particularly harsh thrust makes your thoughts disappear. The way his hips hit your ass is painfully delicious, the sting turns you on more than you’d like to admit. “Fuck, Bucky, I love you.”

“Can’t say those things baby, gonna give me hope.”

“Say it back.”

“I love you too.” You’re so close to the edge, you just need one last push. “Daddy loves you so fucking much, you’re the only one for me.” And that’s what sends you over, the praise and promise he makes. You know, in this moment, you have him wrapped around your finger, and that you always did.

“Fill me up daddy, want you to cum inside. I’m your good girl right?”

“Yes you’re my perfect girl.” You never saw yourself doing this, letting the cocky superhero you hated do something so intimate. But here you are, with cum leaking out of you. “Fuck you’re so cute.”

“This can’t happen again. It was the last time.”

“I know, doll. If you need anything, I’m always here. Except when I’m on missions of course.” You just lie there, looking a hot mess, but Bucky fucking loves it. He loves you, every single part, imperfections and all. He knows he will never love anyone else, and he’s 100% certain that you’re the love of his life. He would literally do anything, just to have a second of your time, or a smidge of your affection. The sight of you brings him to heaven, and you are his angel. His unknowing savior. Because that’s exactly what you did; You saved him. You two reluctantly get dressed, wishing everything was simpler, and that you could spend the rest of your lives naked in bed together. It’s not even just about the sex, it’s about the emotional connection you share. But life is complicated, and no amount of love can completely repair a betrayal. It seems that you just weren’t meant to be together. You leave without saying ‘goodbye’, trying to accept that this was your last time together.

While you make your way back to your room, Bucky heads to the gym. “Hey, Sam.”

“Oh god, I’m not talking to Y/n for you again.”

“It’s okay, we’re done. She broke it off this morning.”

“Wait, she was with you last night? She went to dinner? She seemed so sure of her decision. What changed her mind? How did it go? Why’d it end?”

“Woah, one question at a time. She didn’t change her mind, she changed mine.”

“What do you mean?”

“She umm, convinced me not to go.”

“But you love her, there’s no way you would skip dinner again, well, unless, eww Bucky why are you telling me this?”

“Cause you asked. Anyway, we had sex today, but she said it was the last time.”

“So she hasn’t forgiven you?”

“No, but she still loves me.”

“How can you be sure?” “Because she said it while I fucked her.”

“Wait, you’re telling me she dropped the l-bomb during intercourse, then left you?”

“Yes.”

“She’s using you for your body, and you’re letting her.”

“Well, yeah. And I’d let her do it over and over, I don’t care, I’ll take what I can get.”

“Buck, y’know that’s like unhealthy and fucked up, right?”

“Again, I simply don’t care.”

“This is a dangerous game you’re playing, and you’re going to get your heart broken.”

“I know.”

“I’m worried about you. Is she really worth it?”

“Yeah, I mean, we just work. We’re into all the same things, especially when it comes to sex. And she’s just so emotionally literate, it’s endearing.”

“So, uhh, what’s she like in bed?”

“Well last night she figured out that I like to be called ‘daddy’ and taunted me about it, so I, spanked her a little bit. Then we went to bed.”

“Ewww, daddy? And she liked that? You spanked her? Remind me to never ask about your sex life ever again, you all are animals. But in your defense, you are truly perfect together, both of you are into all that kinky shit.”

“I’m not good enough for her.”

“You deserve good things Bucky.”

“No, I don’t, not after all I’ve done. Not after all the pain I’ve caused.”

“Fine, go ahead, be miserable, I don’t know how to help you anymore. You can’t hate and punish yourself forever. You have to let yourself be okay.”

“Okay, I’ll try.”

“So what would happen if she came to your door tonight and, I don’t know, called you daddy and begged for your dick, what would you do?”

“I guess I’d have to turn her down.”

“You’re lying, aren’t you?”

“Have you seen her? Of course I’d sleep with her.”

“Oh boy, this is going to end badly.”

“Just, don’t mention this to anyone.”

“Fine.”

It’s only been 12 hours since you saw Bucky last, but you feel like you’re dying. The compound’s bar is becoming your second home. You’re sipping on your vodka and cranberry juice concoction. You’re not gonna survive this break-up, you know that for a fact. Going back on your word is embarrassing, but when it comes to Bucky Barnes, you don’t care at all. He’s your heaven on Earth, your broken angel. Your unknowing savior, because he saved you too. You wouldn’t have gotten over Steve so fast had he rejected you. So you’re grateful, endlessly grateful, for everything he has done for you. And you know exactly how to repay him. Before you know it, you’re at his door, knocking as if you will die if you don’t get inside right now. “I need you.”

“What do you need?”

“I need your cock, daddy.”

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