Idk If Youve Ever Mentioned This Before, But Have You Ever Listened To Kinkradios Bucky Audios? Because

idk if you’ve ever mentioned this before, but have you ever listened to kinkradio’s bucky audios? because i’ve listened to them so many times and just 😰 especially this one and this one, omg

You know what… I don’t think I’d heard these before. And holy. Shit. The first one??

Shamelessly thinking of rimming sbf!bucky for the first time. Or pegging him while he calls you mommy/daddy

screaming, crying, throwing up thousands times over everytime i read this fic

j.b.b. | Cold

Summary: Bucky hated how your words sounded like a reassurance, like you were telling him again - because it wasn’t the first time - that it was okay for him to be happy without you. He wished he could have fixed your heart, bring all the pieces back together. He wished he had been enough to fix you.

Pairing:  Bucky Barnes x reader

Warnings: Major angst, reader has a mental illness (emotional detachment disorder), mention of marriage, mention of trauma (not specified), friendship/romantic relationship with no happy ending, reader’s sex and physical description is not mentioned. 

Word Count: 2k

A/N: I don’t know where it comes from but I needed this out of my chest. Please make sure you are fine with the warnings before reading. 

Masterlist

“What you are given

Can’t be forgotten

And never forsaken”

Cold - Aqualung & Lucy Schwartz

“What are you afraid of?”

Bucky stopped in his track and turned to you, leaning against a car parked in the street a few feet away. He had been pacing for a solid ten minutes ever since you made it quite early to the meeting point. You had been watching him from afar, quietly smoking and waiting for him to finally calm down on his own. At first, you choose not to say a thing to ease his nerves. It was not your place to; it was his day, his moment - he needed to feel it all to remember. And then, when you came to the very end of your cigarette, you decided you had more than enough.

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Can you please a do yandere arcane man x reader smutt?? thank you :>>

I don't write many yandere characters so I don't know how well this is gonna go but I'm gonna try my best.

Pairing: Viktor, Jayce, Silco, Vander, Ekko, Marcus, Finn x Reader

Tags: established relationship, possessive behavior, jealousy, control issues, yandere behavior, rough sex, making out, marking, bites, scratches, collars, leashes, dirty talk

A/N: I have very few frames of reference for this. It's Yuno Gasai, a few characters from Diabolik Lovers, and that one blonde dude from the Amnesia vn.

Viktor already had a number of insecurities before you started dating. They were further ramped up when he notices others talking and flirting with you even when he is close by. When ever that happens you can feel his eyes on you, burning into you.

Even so he's gentle with you, well other than the bite marks he loves to leave all over you. He especially likes to leave them on the inside of your thighs when he eats you out. Also gets very clingy. You need to go eat, he's with you, going to the bathroom, he's there with you, anywhere at the academy, he's by your side.

"I saw you talking to other men tonight. Very bold of you my love. You know just how to rile me up. Was that your plan? Or do you just enjoy the attention? You know they can't have you right? You're mine and mine alone. I'm the only one who can leave marks like these one you. You know that right? I know you do, I know you do. But I just want to make sure, you can't blame me for that can you?"

Himbo on the outside, very possessive on the inside. He always keeps you close when you attend big events, his hand around your waist or on the small of your back, glaring at anyone who he thinks might try to take you away from him. He's normally very gentle but gets really rough when he gets jealous.

He leaves a lot of bruises, hand and finger marks on you from the amount of strength that he uses on nights like that. He loves to hold your hips still and just pound away at you, until you're a whimpering mess, screaming his name and his name only.

"That was very rude of you babe. I took you as my plus one to the gala, I turn around to talk to Viktor and you already have other men chatting you up? Do you think they can fuck you better than I can? Hm? No, you're real tight right now, so you must know my cock is the only one that can satisfy you. But tonight, I think I might need to punish you instead. Fuck you until you can't move."

Silco has eyes and ears all over Zaun. So when he feels like something is out of sorts with his relationship with you he will summon you into his office for punishment. He doesn't get jealous per se because he knows you want him and only him, but he does get possessive. He never hurts physically but he does raise his voice and when he notices that you're scared he will come in and hug you, comfort you.

He likes to have you on your knees for him, sucking him before he fucks you until you scream at the top of your lungs, especially when you're pressed up against the glass.

"You know why you're here don't you? Of course you do my pet. Now get over here, on your knees. Good girl, that's right. You're a very good girl, and good girls don't talk to my competition. Especially those who eye you like you were Shimmer. But don't worry I'm gonna make sure they all see who you belong to. Do you like that, being fucked against the glass, knowing that anyone who looks up can see you being fucked by me, taking my cock? You do, I know it, your body tells me as much."

There are all kinds of people that come to his bar so he's very careful with you. He likes seeing you laugh, see you have fun, but not to take any unnecessary risks by talking to shady people. That's a big no. He loves you and just wants you safe. If that means that he needs to make you learn your lesson by being a little rough, well it's a necessary risk.

He practically tears away your clothes when you get time alone, not even bothering to take off his, he just needs his hands and his cock to make you cry, moan and come. Especially when he grabs you by the hips and lowers you down on his cock, fast, rough, not a hint of his gentle nature anywhere in his movements, in his eyes, in the way he growls and snarls your name against your skin.

"Darlin you know I don't like to get rough with ya. But sometimes, sometimes I have to. For you. I want to keep you save, and you need to learn not to go and talk to people that can break you in half. Unless its me. But I'll never break you, no darlin, no. I'll protect you, you'll see, just stick with me aight? Let me give you everything, everything you need. Damn, you're tight. Did you want me to get rough? Do you get off on knowing I can break you if I wanted, but you're not scared are you, no, you love it, you love how my cock feels inside you. Fuck darlin you're squeezing me so hard."

Ekko is strangely possessive over you. Which is strange because the only people you hang out with is the other members of the Firelight gang.

He loves to leave hickies on your skin, where everyone can see them. He loves pinning your hands above your head, making you submit to him, if he can pull you hair he will do so, he will make you cry only to kiss the tears away later. He wants to live up to his title of the Boy Savior, he wants to be there for you, whenever you need him, always and for ever.

"I know, fuck, I know it doesn't make sense. I trust everyone here with my life, but not with you my love. I see how some of them look at you, even though they know you're with me, they think they have a chance. Well they don't and I'm gonna make them see that. Everyone will know. Come on, be as loud as ya want, scream for me, so everyone knows how good you have it, how much you love my dick."

He doesn't feel like he has much control over anything really, until you come along that is. His whole life he's had to play by someone else's rules, have someone over him. But now he gets so be in charge.

He likes knowing where you are at all times, if he doesn't well you might decide you want to leave him, maybe you decide that you're above him too, that you don't need him, don't want him. He wants you need him all the time, he craves it, craves knowing that you listen to him at all times. Knowing you listen only to him.

"I'm sorry that all you get right now is sucking my cock, I really have to get to work you know. But you'll stay right where you are won't you. And you'll wait for me. And when I come home I'm gonna make sure that you know never to step out of line, ever again, you understand me love? Oh I know, I know you just want to please me, and you will, you are, with that talented little mouth, fuck yes, I knew it, I knew you could behave, you just needed a little punishment first isn't that right?"

He puts a collar on you when he takes a real liking to you. Where ever you go everyone will know who fucks you every night. He presents it as a gift for you, saying it will make others stay away, to leave you alone, to not hurt you, but everyone knows the truth.

As much as he would love to fuck you in front of everyone, to let you know that you're his, he wants you only for him, to be the only one who sees you come. He will however put a leash on the collar so he can have complete control over you while he fucks you. He will keep you in bed until he feels that you know that he's the only one for you.

"Is that too tight? Can you breathe properly? Well maybe you can after you say you're sorry for leading all those men on. That's cruel you know. Especially because of this. They know what it means and yet you behave like you don't already belong to someone and lead them on. I'm the only one you flirt with, don't you know that? Let me remind you then."

just finished my mid-term exam and YOU make me cry reading this 😭😭

after all these years.

silence lingers, the kind that could only live between two people who have known each other so intimately.

pairing: bucky barnes x reader

warnings: soft angst, exes to maybe-lovers. ambiguous ending

writer’s note: the lovely hera {@doll1917} was the first person to send me a prompt for bucky’s birthday, so thank you angel! <3 as always, i’m late but writer’s block has been winning most days. hopefully this isn’t too terrible x

For one fleeting moment, he thinks he’s fallen from the edge.

The sound of your soft, wistful voice is reminiscent of what he assumes to be the euphony of a self-imposed haven. It controls him — so much power you wield, yet remain unaware. How one word has him forgetting the bottle beside him, eyes transfixed on your presence as you move closer.

“You never did like parties.”

Smiling, gentle and kind, the heel of your shoes reverberates the metal; climbing the balcony before your legs hang over.

New York never stops — the infamous city that never sleeps. But Bucky’s tired; his gaze unwavering as he stares, too scared to blink in case you’d disappear like the shouting taxi drivers below.

“You’re here,” he breathes; letting go of the strain in his neck as his shoulders drop.

“There’s nowhere else I’d rather be.” It’s simple. Too casual, and yet, too acquainting.

Bucky’s fingers twitch, itching for the alcohol that’ll burn his throat — maybe it’ll convince him that you’re actually here.

A vulnerable emotion, all too familiar, flickers across your features; eyebrow tense as you pick at the fabric of your shirt. There’s a chill in the air as the season continues to transition, and he watches as goosebumps raise along your exposed skin.

“Here,” his voice is light; devoid of the harsh bite you’d become accustomed to. “Take this.”

Warmth envelops you, the wool of his jacket a comfort as it wraps around your body. The musk of his cologne placates you; bergamot and orange filling your lungs like an oxygen tank — clear and strong as it settles your frayed nerves.

“I have something for you,” you pause. “Well, found something, really.”

As your hands fiddle with a jean pocket, his eyes widen at the appearance of an emerald green box. There’s an overwhelming pounding in his ears; heartbeat racing as he’s confronted.

The implication is heavy in the way your eyes glaze over sadly, holding it toward him as you silently beg for him to take it from you.

He does.

“It didn’t feel right keeping it,” you swallow. “I hadn’t even realise you’d left it.”

Inside, is a silver band; a delicate floral filigree that leads to an understated sapphire — his Mother’s wedding ring.

Bucky knew he hadn’t taken it the night he ended your relationship; convincing himself it was an incentive for a life the two of you could have. If he could get better — be better — because if he did that, then he could return; get down on one knee with the promise of forever.

A pit lodges itself in his stomach, the guilt a calamity as he gazes at you; full of understanding, even as it tries to mask the hurt. “You could’ve,” he murmurs. “I’d have come back for it someday.”

“I know.” The smile you give is rueful; an infinite amount of hidden meanings behind it as you choose your next words carefully. “But I wouldn’t have been there when you did.”

Only, Bucky can’t accept them as they tumble from your mouth, like they upset him more than they ever could you. “What are you saying?”

“I’m moving,” you say; irises suddenly unable to meet his. “To London.”

He swears. “You’re leaving?” And though you nod, he still shakes his head. “Why?”

“Because there’s nothing left for me here.”

Another pause. He’s selfish; palms begging to pull you close, to not make the mistake of letting you go again. “But you love Brooklyn.”

The tilt of your mouth is pensive, a secret on the tip of your tongue waiting to be spilled. “Bucky,” you hesitate. “You were Brooklyn.”

Those three words shatter something inside of him, the last piece of his horribly bandaged heart as it fractures on the floor of his rib cage.

Regret isn’t unknown to him — it’s a sealing wax on his emotions, one that stays no matter how much he tries to burn it away. It seeps into every line and crevice, taking up residency even as he tries to evict it.

Steve had once told him that the things the Winter Soldier had done wasn’t him — wasn’t Bucky — and yet, he held onto the remorse for years to come.

Eventually, he would begin to agree, rationalise and understand. Which was why the guilt came tenfold when he looked at you. Because that had been his decision, one of clear mind as he pressed a gentle kiss to your cheek with a murmured goodbye.

“You’re overthinking.” Your hand is warm, affectionate as it touches his thigh and pulls him back from the abyss his mind provides. “Can practically hear those thoughts churning.”

“Do you think you’ll ever come back?” He asks, bright cerulean glimmering at you with tender yearning.

“I’m not sure. Maybe.” You’ve always been honest, almost to a fault. It was one of the reasons that attracted Bucky to you — your tenacity, your wit. The way you were unwilling to compromise when it came to your heart.

It reminded him of someone he once knew.

He knows it must be written across his face, the question — will you stay? If he asked, would you? But he knows the answer from the way you bite your lip, brows furrowed; a line appearing between them.

Before he can stop himself, his hand brushes along your cheekbone; tracing your nose as his thumb erases the worry. The slight movement of a shiver isn’t lost on him, and Bucky presses closer to you; knees bumping as the faintest scent of whiskey greets you.

“What if I came with you?”

It’s a scenario you’ve thought of a thousand times. A wonder you weren’t sure you were allowed to have. The past months have been blurry — days blending together, dates being non-existent.

Life without Bucky had been an unexpected adjustment. Your one constant had suddenly disappeared almost without notice, and you spent the last thought of each night, with the hope that the next morning he’d be at your door.

Except that day had never come. And you relented. Giving up that wayward dream until you’d woken up to a message from Sam — an invitation, your only attempt to offer your own goodbye.

But those cerulean blues have you damned. You’d already accept the lifetime rate — what’s an eternity?

“I couldn’t ask you to give this up, Buck.” You’re shaking your head, unable to meet his stare.

As long as you’d known him — too many years to be exact — the fight was always priority. The need to show himself worthy, to wipe the red in his ledger.

“So don’t,” he reasons; calloused hands resting against your jaw. “Let me prove myself, let me make up for all the time we’ve lost.”

Tears prick at the corners of your eyes, and you hate the way his voice breaks; emotions unfiltered as his forehead rests against yours. It’s tender, familiar. Calms your rapid breathing as you ground yourself to the moment.

“I’m scared.” 

Fuck, he knows it. Feels it too. But you’d unknowingly opened the possibility of a second chance, and he wasn’t fucking that up.

“Me too,” he assures you, letting you know that he wasn’t pretending it’d be easy. “I thought when I left that I was doing right by you, god, you deserved better. Still do.”

You pull away from him, not looking away as you reach your hands to hold his; intertwining them as you speak, “No one can decide what’s meant for another person. If it did, then I’d have walked away earlier than you.” The disbelieving frown he gives makes you chuckle. “Buck, you’re one of the best people I know. You’re so good, so fucking good that it makes my heart ache that you don’t see it. Most of our relationship was spent with me anxious of the thought that I would never be enough for you.”

“You are,” he interjects; squeezing your fingers in kind. From the warmth that fills his cheeks, he knows he’s flushing pink; waiting as your head tilts slightly at the way his teeth knock together from how quickly he gives you the declaration.

A small smile appears, one that he returns as you agree, “Just like you are, for me.” The sincerity in your tone nearly catches him off-guard, if it wasn’t for the fact he had sounded the same.

Silence lingers, the kind that could only live between two people who have known each other so intimately. The type that sends a pulse through his chest as the illuminating lanterns reflect in your knowing eyes.

“Happy birthday, Bucky.”

His thumb soothes the back of your hand, an alleviating sense of peace lulling his movements as you lean against his side. “Here’s to many more.”

The together goes unheard.

end note: i’m a little rusty considering it’s been a while since i last wrote but hopefully this was okayish lol. thank you so much for reading <3

masterlist ✧ ko-fi ✧ library

How are our chubby and baker men doing today? Did Bucky name any deserts after us today?

Chubby Baker Bucky is celebrating today!

Pairing: Chubby Baker Bucky x Reader

Word count: Less than 1k.

Warnings: Oral, implied overstimulation, praise kink

A/n: Written on my phone. Unbetad.

“Happy Peach Day,” Bucky says with a cheeky grin.

Lifting yourself up on your elbows, you gaze down past the soft planes of your belly at your boyfriend. “Pretty sure it’s International Women’s Day,” you correct, laughter apparent in your tone.

Bucky tilts his head, brows pulled together in faux confusion. His eyes darting from your face to your pussy. That’s he’s currently decorating with some special peach frosting he bought yesterday.

Seeing his name written neatly across you brings a smile to your face, it’s the fourth word he’s eaten off you today. To celebrate your day, he said while the last orgasm still pulsating across your pliant, sated body.

“There are other women? Besides my peach and pretty girl?” He says slowly and incredulously, as if you declared that the sky was falling, his blue eyes glimmering with amusement. “Since when?”

Tossing the cannister on the floor, it rolls away with a sharp clatter. He shakes his head, spreading your folds with his long fingers. “Are you sure?”

This man, you think, your chest shaking with laughter. Only your chubby baker would get offended by something like that. You really should know better by now. You settle back on the bed, preparing yourself for what's about to happen.

And he doesn't let you down.

“Bucky,” you start, biting back a gasp when he flicks the tip of wet, pink tongue over your clit.

Bucky slides a hand under your ass, easily lifting you closer to his face, setting one leg over his shoulder.

“Can you believe her? Trying to say its not your day. ” He whispers to your pulsating pussy, swiping his thumb through your glistening arousal. “Peach, I'm sorry but that can’t be right. No. We only celebrate you in this house.” He pops his finger into his mouth, his eyes rolling back, lips parting, an unabashed fuck you taste good unfurling on his tongue.

He places a chaste kiss on your clit, murmuring, “I think your pretty pussy agrees with me and you know I have to do what she wants.”

It’s salacious and painfully erotic, the way he’s staring at you, the need to have you on written across his expressive face. He craves you more than anything in this world. Heat blooms in your pussy, unleashing another wave of his slick.

“Fuck yes,” he groans, swallowing thickly. His keen eyes watch your pussy drip for him. “That’s it peach, give it to me, I want every drop, you’re so pretty, I can’t stand it.”

You can’t think when he praises you, not when his pupils dilate until only a thin rim of his gorgeous blues remains in his lust-filled eyes, not when he buries his face between your thighs like he can’t resist being away from you for another second.

A moan, breathy and needy and broken, resounds in your throat. “God yes,” you grunt, grabbing his hair in your fist. “Right there Bucky.”

He places a wet, deep open-mouthed kiss on your clit, pleasure spikes through your body, the fiery sultry sensations sweep up your spine, making your back arch off the bed. “S’good, oh that’s s’good,” you chant, spurring him on.

His tongue circles your throbbing bud, his moans and sighs vibrating through you with every pull and drag on his mouth, his fingers flex and dig into your ass, keeping you flush against him while he inhales you.

Harsh gasps spill from your lips, you yank his head, unsure if you’re trying to push him away or bring him closer. The onslaught of sensations causes your thighs to lock around his head.

Your orgasm takes you off guard, you don’t have time to cry out his name, your mouth falling open on a wordless keen, body convulsing in his grip. Sensation after sensation snaps through you until you’re gushing on his bearded face.

Bucky gently places you back on the bed, his hands slide around your inner thighs, spreading them. “Like I said,” he starts, nipping your skin.

Your head lolls to the side, feeling too dazed to lift it off the bed. A whimper crawls up your throat when you see his drenched beard, his tongue sweeping across his pink lips.

“Happy Peach day." Bucky meets your glossy eyes, a smirk forming on his face. “And I plan on celebrating for the rest of the day.”

You giggle breathlessly, knowing that means more orgasms followed by massages, bathes and him making you dinner.

“And since it’s your day, you tell me what you want me to do to your pretty body and I’ll do it.” His hungry, lust-filled gaze drifts back to your pussy.

“Or you can just lay there and let me worship you.”