Out of My Head
Summary: After an incident leads to Bucky Barnes getting triggered into full Winter Soldier mode, you, his girlfriend, are desperate to get the triggers out of his head. Driven to the last resort, you call up someone from your past and pay the price he demands.
A/N: I’m not exactly sure when frightening, psychologically driven, disturbing sex became my forte, but I kinda find it hilarious now that everybody goes, “You want dark sex? Go to Lily.” Especially considering what my name means, ha. I was actually meant to do a Sebastian drabble with this kind of sex in it, but I’m blocked as all hell, so this will have the same stuff in it, but with characters in it.
A/N: Speaking of being blocked on that Sebastian drabble, I am actually pretty much blocked on smut. Yes, I know that’s weird, but frankly, I need a break from it. I’m currently working on my long fic, Cherchez la Femme, and I want that to get the most attention, because I worked really, really hard on it. I typed this up in a couple of hours; Cherchez took three months to hand write and another month to edit. (I’m crazy, I know) That said, this will be the last smut one-shot I publish for a while, unless I am seriously inspired. Any smut published from this point on will be part of Cherchez or another long fic in progress. Most of you know I’m an English major, and I need to work that side of me sometimes, too. Don’t worry, I’m not angry at anyone, and I’m not about to rant, I just need to flip a switch. So there will also be a part of Cherchez published tomorrow… (not sure when though) so, please love on it. It needs long overdue cuddles.
WARNINGS: Hardcore smut. Threesome, oral and fingering (anal and vaginal), edging, forced (continual) orgasms, bondage, choking, spanking, use of magic during sex, dirty talk (name calling, degradation), language kink, metal hand kink, swearing, crying, mention of Bucky’s past trauma and mental issues, intrusion into thoughts, MIND GAMES. Sort of dubcon? Like you know when you have a fantasy you want but you’d never, never, never admit it? Yeah, that. AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAANGST @eclecticbooktaster FUCKING ANGST EVERYWHERE
*Ne hnich—don’t cry (it’s a really rude way of saying it)