couldn't get the boy to kill me
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half the night you’re a dependable chap (then the too white teeth all night) by voxofthevoid
Fandoms: Captain America - All Media Types
16 Apr 2019
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Steve Rogers is a sad fucking man, but he’s a soldier down to his bones, and Bucky’s always been weak to that particular combination of tragic eyes and fistfuls of blood.
That’s why he’s plastered to the walls and incapable of looking away from Rogers’s heaving chest and cracked knuckles. He doesn’t speak a word, doesn’t even dare to breathe loudly until a vicious punch from Rogers sends the poor bag flying across the room, spitting sand everywhere. There’s no startled sound from Rogers. He doesn’t even freeze, just huffs like he’s inconvenienced by his inanimate victim’s inability to withstand the pounding.
Bucky bites his tongue so he doesn’t offer himself as a replacement.
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Bucky makes a bad decision that snowballs in predictable fashion.Series
- Part 1 of couldn't get the boy to kill me
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i'm the director and you play along (because you want to die for love, you always have) by voxofthevoid
Fandoms: Captain America - All Media Types
30 May 2019
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For a moment, all Bucky can see is blue and gold, bright enough to hurt but too entrancing to wrench away from. Steve’s a beautiful man, the kind that once drove poets and painters to ecstasy, and he’s wasted on Bucky.
“What the fuck are we doing, Barnes?”
“Sex, Cap. You just obligingly fucked my brains out.”
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It's less a seduction and more a free-falling disaster.Series
- Part 2 of couldn't get the boy to kill me
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he told me it wasn't going to be okay, and he wouldn't kiss me (but he covered my body with his body) by voxofthevoid
Fandoms: Captain America - All Media Types
03 Jul 2019
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“You’ll hurt yourself. I don’t want this to affect you badly tomorrow. We need you, Bucky.”
“A dick up my ass ain’t gonna break me, Cap. Not even your monster cock.”
“Jesus wept,” Steve hisses, closing his eyes like that will make the heat on his face go away. Cool fingers touch his cheeks, and Steve slits an eye open, finds Bucky caressing his face with a soft expression.
He catches Steve looking and snatches his hand back, smirking brazenly.
“C’mon, I can take it,” he says, half a challenge, tilting his head in a way that accentuates the long line of his throat. Darkening marks form a violent latticework on his flesh. He’ll go to war tomorrow wearing Steve on his skin, and the knowledge is heady, even when he knows it doesn’t mean anything, not to Bucky.
A good fuck. Steve can give him that.
“Then get to work, Soldier.”
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Before Hydra, and after.Series
- Part 3 of couldn't get the boy to kill me
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the way you slam your body into mine reminds me i’m alive (but monsters are always hungry, darling) by voxofthevoid
Fandoms: Captain America - All Media Types
14 Aug 2019
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He hasn’t looked Steve in the eye since Natasha called him in three weeks ago. He’s been trying so fucking hard not to fall into that old, familiar pattern. He wants Steve, of course he does, but he knows better.
He tried, he did.
Bucky opens the door.
Steve doesn’t wait for an invitation, bodily pushing Bucky out of the way and kicking the door shut behind him. Bucky wouldn’t put up with that shit, not normally, but Steve lays his hands on him, hot and huge over bare skin, and then there’s teeth closing in on his throat, and Bucky can’t think.
He’s spun around and slammed against the door, weak wood rattling on its hinges. Steve doesn’t let up, crowding in on Bucky, all mouth and hands. They’re cruel, demanding, and push Bucky’s buttons like they’re reaching past skin and flesh and bone to wrap bloody fingers around the neediest parts of him.
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It’s Steve’s turn to make terrible decisions.Series
- Part 4 of couldn't get the boy to kill me
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seduced you and left you bruised and ruined (you poor sad thing, you want a better story) by voxofthevoid
Fandoms: Captain America - All Media Types
25 Sep 2019
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“You’re a shitty actor, Barnes.”
Bucky laughs, settles more firmly on Steve, leaning down until his unbound hair makes a curtain over their faces. Steve looks beautiful, face soft-edged and framed by the tips of Bucky’s hair. His smile makes him look younger than the thirty-something he physically is, like a man who seems more suited to a quiet life, not the battlefield. It’s a stupid thought; Bucky knows Steve’s got war in his blood, but it’s nice in an oddly aching kind of way to trace the shape of his lips and think of a life where Steve’s eyes don’t have shadows in them.
Maybe he is more drunk than he thought.
“Happy birthday,” Steve says after a while, quieter and more heartfelt than the perfunctory words they exchanged hours before, when the Avengers ambushed Bucky with confetti and a failed attempt at birthday spankings.
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It's always one step forward, two steps backward.
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- Part 5 of couldn't get the boy to kill me
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you could drown in those eyes, i said (so it's summer, so it's suicide) by voxofthevoid
Fandoms: Captain America - All Media Types
23 Jan 2019
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It’s a hell of a sight, Captain America pinning you to a wall, his hand tight around your throat.
The public would have a conniption, seeing him like this. They’re used to the good Captain being violent in defense of all that’s good and right in the world, but they couldn’t handle this wild, angry man, the sharp teeth bared in a snarl, or bright blue eyes blazing with fury. There’s no righteous rage here, no noble sacrifice, only a man stripped bare of kindness and restraint, feral with the need to sink his teeth into something and make it hurt.
This isn’t Captain America. This is Steve Rogers, and he might leave his stars and stripes when he peels off the suit but his hands will always be red with blood, and they’re now wrapped around Bucky’s throat, a threat and a promise.
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Captain America and the Winter Soldier are teammates. Steve Rogers and Bucky Barnes are complicated.Series
- Part 6 of couldn't get the boy to kill me
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take him home and rough him up (get my hands inside him, drive my body into his) by voxofthevoid
Fandoms: Captain America - All Media Types
21 Feb 2019
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He’s on Bucky before the laughter trails off, digging his fingers into the pretty, easily-bruised flesh of his throat. These days, Steve’s palm remembers the shape of Bucky’s neck even when they don’t see each other for months. He almost likes it.
Under him, Bucky’s quiet and still, the guarded silence of a cornered predator. There’s no fear in his eyes. There never is. Steve shifts his hold so that he’s got Bucky by the scruff of his neck, warm skin and soft hair bunching under his grip. Bucky’s throat clicks when he swallows, and Steve wants to shake him until he screams.
“Fuckin’ around when it’s just us two not enough for you, Barnes? You gotta drag the rest in too?”
Bucky grins, wide and carefree, and Jesus, Steve wants to bite this boy bloody.
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Steve, willingly trapped in a vicious cycle.Series
- Part 7 of couldn't get the boy to kill me
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the story of what the night is thinking (it’s thinking of love, it’s thinking of stabbing us to death) by voxofthevoid
Fandoms: Captain America - All Media Types
23 Oct 2019
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“Look.”
Bucky looks, helpless to resist that edge in Steve’s voice or the promise of violence inherent in his touch. He regrets it the moment he does, wonders if a beating wouldn’t have been better. He’ll like it anyway, Steve will make him, but this – he can’t–
“Yeah, that’s it,” Steve breathes, meeting Bucky’s eyes in the mirror. “Never seen anyone get so fuckin’ desperate for it the way you do.”
He sounds so fucking pleased, but Bucky can’t see what he sees. He wants to look down again, just give in and let Steve fuck him stupid, but his eyes are drawn back to his own reflection – a figure in battered blue, bent over the bathroom sink and flushed a splotchy red down to his neck. He’s a fucking mess, tears staining his cheeks and lips red from being bitten raw, mouth open and gasping with each thrust that rocks his body.
He’d rather look at Steve, red and white and blue and still filthy, drilling into Bucky like he wants to break him open. America would have a heart attack to see this side of their Captain, and Bucky’s both proud and possessive of this Steve Rogers. He’s got no right, but who gives a fuck. This is his.
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Post-mission stress relief.Series
- Part 8 of couldn't get the boy to kill me
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you take the things you love and tear them apart (you pin them down with your body and pretend they're yours) by voxofthevoid
Fandoms: Captain America - All Media Types
04 Dec 2019
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The kid’s blond, blue-eyed, thin as a reed, and has a mouth made for sin.
‘Course, he’s not a kid at all for all that he’s doe-eyed and pretty enough to eat. Bucky’s not a cradle robber. There are lows he has yet to sink to. But he feels so fucking old these days, and anyone without the sheen of death in their eyes looks too young to him. Maybe he should stop hanging out with Avengers and ex-S.H.I.E.L.D agents exclusively. He’s forgetting what people who don’t kill and hurt and get hurt on a semi-regular basis are like.
The not-kid moans around Bucky’s cock, vibrations shuddering up his dick and pulling an interested twitch out of it. He thrusts a bit, and the not-kid rakes sharp fingers down his thighs, peering up at Bucky with huge blue eyes that are a shade too pale to be right.
He's not an idiot, alright? The pretty twink on his knees sucking Bucky’s cock looks nothing like Steve Rogers, but if Bucky squints a bit from just the right angle, he can pretend that the blue of their eyes and the gold of their hair are the same.
This is all so fucking wrong.
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The bubble bursts, loud and messy.Series
- Part 9 of couldn't get the boy to kill me
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i didn’t want to see it this way (everything eating everything in the end) by voxofthevoid
Fandoms: Captain America - All Media Types
29 Jan 2020
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Steve’s moving before the decision even registers on his conscience. And he doesn’t know what kind of aura he’s projecting, but the crowd parts for him like the Red Sea for Moses, most of them unaware that they’re doing it. Yet, Bucky and his companion don’t even notice him until Steve places his hand on the small of Bucky’s back.
Bucky tenses, spine straightening and muscles tightening, and Steve presses his hand against him more firmly, thumb digging in a little harder than necessary. Perversely, Bucky relaxes the next moment, and the untrained eye wouldn’t spot the way he leans into the touch, sways into Steve, but he does. He does.
Oh, Bucky seems to be saying. It’s you.
Steve slides his hand a little lower, positioning his own body to hide how he’s essentially cupping Bucky’s ass.
Me. Mine.
Steve’s never thought of himself as a cruel man, not even when the war sucked his soul out through his bloodied fingers, but sometimes, Bucky makes him wonder.
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Trying and failing to work out your problems through ill-advised public sex.Series
- Part 10 of couldn't get the boy to kill me
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i swallow your heart and it crawls right out of my mouth (you swallow my heart and flee) by voxofthevoid
Fandoms: Captain America - All Media Types
19 Feb 2020
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“Don’t believe me, Cap? And here I thought that was what you wanted.”
“The hell’s that supposed to mean?” Steve’s glare pierces through Bucky, but there’s something beyond anger to it, a feeling Bucky’s too scared to scrutinize. He doesn’t get a chance either way; Steve shakes his head a second later, lips thinning further. “No. Never mind. We’re not playing this game. I’m done, Bucky.”
He sounds like he means it, Bucky’s name heavy on his tongue. This isn’t the first time Steve has refused to play along, but he always caves and now, there’s finality in his tone, in the look in his eyes.
Bucky’s across the room in a flash, taking the mug from Steve’s hands and straddling his lap. His weight’s on Steve because he can damn well take it, and Steve’s not so good an actor that he can hide how he likes Bucky so close, all pretty in his lap.
Bucky fists his free hand in Steve’s hair and puts the coffee on the table. There’s a drop of it on Steve’s upper lip, dark and inviting, and Bucky leans in and licks it off.
“Tastes like shit,” he rasps, and then he’s kissing Steve.
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Be careful what you wish for because you just might get it.Series
- Part 11 of couldn't get the boy to kill me
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i wanted to hurt you (but the victory is that i could not stomach it) by voxofthevoid
Fandoms: Captain America - All Media Types
26 Mar 2020
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He finds Bucky in the training room, clad in a half-zipped black suit and panting from exertion.
He goes very still at the sight of Steve, and once, it would have been amusing to see him straighten from his tired slouch into a stance that’s stiff and uneasy. He looks ridiculous and prettier than he has any right to be, and Steve can hardly appreciate it because he’s seeing red from rage.
“I was just about to leave,” Bucky says, making an aborted motion towards the door. He’s looking at Steve but not meeting his eyes, and the behavior’s as familiar as it is irritating.
“I heard.”
Bucky’s expression is all deer-in-headlights, at least for a moment before it’s swallowed up by forced calm. He nods once, decisively, and folds his arms across his chest.
The silence is loud.
“Nothing to say?” Bucky asks, and it’s hard to tell whether he’s irked or relieved. He’s all bravado now, hip cocked and jaw set, but his gaze is firmly fixed on some spot behind Steve’s shoulders.
“Yes. Suit up.”
“Steve?”
“Zip your fucking suit, Barnes. Let’s go a few rounds.”
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Bookends, jagged and ugly.Series
- Part 12 of couldn't get the boy to kill me