#addicted to love

[cosmonautroger]

Robert Palmer, Addicted To Love, 1985

[singinprincess]

MEG RYAN in Addicted to Love (1997)

[the80s]

The models in Robert Palmer’s "Addicted To Love" video, 1985 and 2014

[navybrat817]

Hunger

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Female Reader Summary: Bucky would rather eat in than go out. Word Count: 1.2k Warnings: Implied explicit sexual content (fingers and mouth, f. receiving), light possessive behavior, slight feels (it's me), Bucky Barnes (he’s a warning, okay?). A/N: A little something for our Addicted to Love couple. Hope you lovelies like it! ❤️ Not beta read and written on my phone, so any and all mistakes are my own. Header by yours truly. Banner by the lovely @sgt-seabass and divider by the wonderful @rookthorne. Please follow @navybrat817-sideblog for new fics and notifications. Comments, reblogs, feedback are loved and appreciated!

Bucky tried to cancel his breakfast plans with Steve and Sam.

Again.

You encouraged him to grab a bite to eat with the guys and he had every intention of going. He truly did. The moment he saw you in your black bra and panties when he poked his head in to check on you though, there was only one thing he wanted to eat.

“She needs me.”

He didn’t bother looking at the response from the text he sent. Steve and Sam knew it meant that he needed you. If they had you standing in front of them looking like a feast, they would’ve rearranged their plans, too.

Sorry, boys. Not sharing.

“Hey. I thought you were heading out,” you said as you headed toward the closet, seemingly unaware of the enticing sway of your hips.

Minx.

“I’m having breakfast here,” he replied in a low voice.

You stopped when he moved in front of you, a look of concern crossing your face. “Wait, you’re not going? How come?”

He picked up on your worry as he shook his head, wanting to halt the turning wheels in your head. You turned his life upside down beyond the sexual chemistry you two shared. You cared about his mental well-being and wanted to be sure everything was okay if he ever broke plans.

Still a wonder some days that you love me.

“You’re beautiful,” he breathed.

He wasn’t sure if the look in his eyes was adoration or hunger or a bit of both, but your body tensed as he took a step toward you. The sharp inhale drew his attention to your chest and he could sense your nipples hardening against the fabric. “Bucky, my beauty is not a reason to skip breakfast.”

“Who said I was skipping my meal?” he asked, bringing his hand up to touch your cheek. His fingers moved along your skin until they stopped at your neck. Your body shivered as his thumb brushed along your pulsepoint. “All you have to do is lay down and let me eat.”

Your eyes slipped shut as he guided you to the bed, not needing to look as he led.

Because you trust me enough to never lead you down the wrong path.

“Bucky, you need to see your friends,” you urged, though your voice sounded more like a caress than an order as he helped lay you down.

Though you couldn’t see it, he smirked. “So, you don’t need me?” he asked as he hovered over you.

“Of course, I need you,” you said, not the least bit embarrassed as you opened your eyes and gazed up at him. “And I know you can tell that I’m wet without touching me, but I’ll let you feel.”

He lost his train of thought when you wrapped your fingers around his wrist. He wasn’t sure how this turned into you seducing him, but his heart pounded when you guided his hand into your panties. His cock throbbed with need as his fingers slid along your folds.

You drive me fucking crazy. I need to be inside you.

Bucky was a former assassin. A soldier. A machine. Just one touch of your silken heat and he nearly crumbled. The mere presence of you broke his resolve. The strange thing about it was he still felt in control.

How?

He wasn’t rough when he pushed a finger inside, but your hands flew up to grip his arms with a gasp. Like you were ready to collapse along with him. Falling apart is the inhale. Piecing you back together is the exhale.

“If you need me, why are you pushing me to go?” he asked, lazily pumping his finger.

His blue eyes widened when you brought your hand back to his wrist and squeezed it twice to stop his movements. You pulsed around his finger like you needed more, but he refused to move since you gave him a signal to stop. He searched your face to make sure there was no visible pain and relaxed when you sat up slightly to kiss him.

He didn’t relax completely even though he moved his lips against yours.

Tell me why you stopped me, please.

"I love you and you love me,” you whispered, giving him another soft kiss. “But you also need them.”

Bucky swallowed as he gently removed his finger and pulled his hand free of your panties. You wanted him to have a sense of normalcy after everything he went through. He appreciated that more than he could say.

“So, you’re okay with me going out?” he asked.

“You don’t need my permission to get breakfast with Steve and Sam,” you assured him. "Just have fun and tell them I said hi."

In a world where he didn’t have choices for so long, he sometimes still felt the need to ask. But even your urging and suggestions weren’t formed as orders. It was encouragement. You would never force him to do anything he didn’t want to, even something as small as a meal.

“Thank you,” he whispered. “And I love you, too.”

He’d thank you forever for loving him.

“And here’s a taste of what’s waiting for you when you’re done,” you smiled, bringing his hand to his mouth.

He sucked on his finger, watching you as your head fell back against the bed. Hunger filled your eyes, too, but you kept it at bay so he could go out. Like he did on the days you went out with your friends.

We’ll always come home to each other, won’t we?

“I don’t think that’s enough,” he said once he licked his finger clean, the flavor of you making him crave more.

“That’s too bad. You need to-”

He tore the offending fabric off before you could finish. “Just one more taste.”

“Bucky, I liked those,” you groaned as he sank down and opened your legs.

“They were in my way.”

Closing his eyes, he licked a slow stripe along your slit, growling as his nose brushed your clit. He stayed for a moment, savoring your taste, scent, feel. His personal treasure. His everything.

Mine. All mine.

“Just a taste,” he whispered, pressing a kiss to your clit as your thighs trembled.

“What?” you asked in confusion as he suddenly got to his feet, leaving you open and empty as you lifted your head.

“See? I have self control,” he said, tucking your torn underwear in his pocket.

“Tell that to your cock,” you said, nodding at his crotch before your head fell back again. The jeans did nothing to hide his hardness and he’d have to find a way to make that go away when he left. “Bring me back something, please?”

“Your favorite,” he promised. “And I think it’s only fair to finish what I started when I get back.”

“You better,” you smiled, blowing him a kiss. “I’ll be here waiting.”

Bucky didn’t tell you that he planned to get his breakfast to go. Or that Steve and Sam placed a bet on how long it would take for him to rush home to you. It didn’t matter.

Because you still had your legs wide open when he got back.

Bucky deserves the love and can eat whenever he wants. Hehe. Love and thanks for reading! ❤️

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[howifeltabouthim]

'Ever since I've been grown-up I've been some sort of slave. I was always stupidly in love.'

Iris Murdoch, from A Fairly Honourable Defeat

[ultra-francesca-mercury]

may 3

1986

Propelled by a memorable video where lookalike models vamp the song, Robert Palmer's "Addicted To Love" hits #1 on the Hot 100.

[addictedtorobertpalmer]

Robert Palmer and John Taylor, 1985

[euesworld]

"I wanna be that color that you just have to love, I wanna be that ice cream that you want.. I wanna be that drug that you are addicted to, I just wanna be with you."

I wanna be everything that you love - eUë

[mtvscreengrabs]

Addicted to Love - Robert Palmer (1985)

[cosmonautroger]

Kim Gordon, Addicted To Love, 1988

[djevilninja]

You can't sleep, you can't eat - There's no doubt, you're in deep. Your throat is tight, you can't breathe - Another kiss is all you need.

Robert Palmer - Addicted to Love

[salmonellr]

she will never love you as much as i do

you can try to forget me, but deep down you’ll always know that with me you’d be more loved, that you’d be happier, and that you’ll never be loved that much by her, ever

so come back, crawl back to me and i’ll love you more than anyone else possibly ever could <3

[navybrat817]

I'm needy for Needy Bucky. 🥺

I am, too, nonnie! ❤️

Shatter

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Female Reader

Summary: Bucky wants you to shatter so he can put you back together.

Word Count: Over 700

Warnings: Explicit sexual content, unprotected vaginal sex (wrap it before you tap it), edging, slight angst, safeword, slight feels (it's me), Bucky Barnes (he’s a warning, okay?).

A/N: For @the-slumberparty Warm-Up Drabble! I got the word "shatter". Also inspired by a discussion with @rookthorne (hehe 😇), more Addicted to Love Bucky. Hope you lovelies like it! ❤️ Not beta read and written on my phone, so any and all mistakes are my own. Header by yours truly, banner by the wonderful @sgt-seabass, and divider by the lovely @rookthorne . Please follow @navybrat817-sideblog for new fics and notifications. Comments, reblogs, feedback are loved and appreciated!

Bucky understood all too well what it meant to be out of control. Like a puppet on a string, unwanted masters used his body for their own gain. He never gave them permission to do so. Never consented to the atrocities they forced him to commit. You allowed him to have control. 

In return, he promised to put you back together every time he made you shatter to pieces.

"Take what you need, Bucky."

It had been a rough day, the voices in his head too loud. Working out didn't soothe him the way the comfort of your body did. The very sight of you enthralled him and set in motion the events of the evening. You, bound to the bed with the very tie you tried to convince him to wear for your upcoming date night, your legs shaking from being edged over and over and over.

Exposed to him and with the permission of your words, he almost wept as you allowed him to take control. He saw the cracks form in your watered eyes when he stopped you from falling over the precipice, the invisible pattern spreading down your cheeks to your neck. It continued with each breath until all he saw was a beautiful vision of you ready to break, waiting for him to press hard enough to shatter your very being. 

Thank you for trusting me with the pieces of yourself.

"Still with me?" he asked as he stretched out on top of you, his lips and chin wet from being buried between your thighs. 

As badly as he wanted to feel you come on his tongue, but he needed you to fall over the edge with him. 

We can fall together. I'll hold you and won't let go.

Your bottom lip quivered as you nodded, whining as he lined up and pressed the head against your hole.

Bucky brushed away a tear from your hot cheek as he searched your eyes. He knew how to read you, could sense if it was too much. Hearing your voice would be extra assurance. "Need you to use your words, doll."

Check in with me. Tell me you're okay. 

"G-Green, Bucky."

"Good girl," he whispered, gazing down at you with the slightest of smirks before he leaned down to brush his lips against yours. "My good girl."

Another tear fell as he finally began to push inside you. With the amount of stretching and teasing, your body hardly resisted stretching to make room for him. Your walls quivered as you took more of him in. He wanted to fuck himself into the deepest part of you and stay as long as you let him. 

"So fucking lucky to have you. Do you have any idea?"

Do you know you saved me?

You whimpered, blinking the tears from your eyes as he caged you in with his arms and began to thrust.

"Just a little bit more and I'll let you come," he promised when you trembled beneath him. "You can do it."

"Bucky, wait," you begged, making him freeze immediately. 

"Are you okay?" he asked, worried that he hurt you as he framed your face. He couldn't see anything wrong.

What did I do? I'll hate myself I hurt you.

"Just check in with me," you whispered, smiling softly even as he felt you try not to quiver around. "Please."

His eyes widened, unable to stop the lump from forming in his throat. Since you couldn't put your arms around him, he slipped his underneath you and held you close. You were meant to be in his care tonight, but you checked on him. 

That was how much you loved him.

"Green," he whispered back, hiding his face in your neck with a shuddering breath. "So green, doll."

Because I have you. 

"Then make me come for you, please."

Bucky groaned with delight, happy to do so. Losing himself in the haven of your body, he realized he could be both the puppet and the master. Give and take, push and pull, it was no wonder he was addicted. With the cracks in his mind, he was ready to shatter along with you.

You would put each other back together.

Love and thanks for reading! 💙

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[howifeltabouthim]

He doesn't love me anymore, she mourned, and she became filled with a gut-wrenching terror. For she had grown to depend on his love, and she was firmly convinced that without it she would vaporize, and nothing would be left of her at all.

Anna Biller, from Bluebeard's Castle

[misterlemonztenth]

05-03-24 | Addicted to Love, Robert Palmer, 1985. via snowangelsoul. misterlemonztenth.tumblr.com/archive

[mo-vamp]

Strangers.

By Mo Reynolds

The sun and the moon, met to go together, but always separated by time. I was the sun, and she was the moon, I brought her light, and she came around during the dark times, and always pulled me back up. But one day things changed, I was too oblivious to realize, but things changed, and after time so did I. As she slowly started leaving, so did my sun and everyone realized but me. Everyone around me tried to bring back the light, but more and more as time went buy, the light got dimmer, dimmer, and dimmer. In a world where we are all just human, you started to treat me like a god, you only came to me when it was convenient for you, but every other day I was nothing but a ghost, someone to be forgotten. In a world where we are all living for the first time, we all make mistakes, but me, I would have never treated you like that.

You came to me as an angel in a world full of ghosts but you left as satan with nothing but my soul and heart in your hand. I followed you like I had a ball and chain, only it was connected to me and you, I tried to make us last like everything depended on it, but in reality only thing depending on you was me. You brought me to life, but then took it away as well, you made me something I thought I’d never become, and I thought you were the only one that could save me not realizing you were the reason I ended up the way I did, I was frozen in time without your touch and love. Only you could see behind my walls, only you knew the real me. I would call out to you, thinking you were helping, only to realize you were blurring my vision more and more, you were my ecstasy, making me feel full of energy, but once you were gone, everything was grey and my battery was out.

The woman I once knew, was gone and I could do nothing but sit there, only it wasn’t you I was missing anymore, the woman that was gone, was me. I looked at myself and I didn’t see me anymore, I saw you, only I wasn’t happy about it, I wasn’t sad about it, I felt nothing. You took away everything, not just physically, but mentally as well, as you took away my friends one by one symbolizing my happiness slowly leaving. At some point I used to love the feeling you gave me, like ecstasy, but after awhile it was too much and I couldn’t breathe anymore, I felt entangled in nothing but manipulation and lies, I was being hung from a rope called your love, or I thought was love.

You’d come back, but every time you did, I got worse and worse, in denial, I let you come back, by the time I had come to my senses I was already 6 feet under, I clawed my way out inch by inch, day by day. It took me years to finally get over you, you were my everything but now? We are nothing but strangers, which is weird, because when I see you now, your a stranger, but you know my interests, my favorite food, my favorite color, my dreams and my goals. When I see you I no longer am happy but now feel nothing, we were made of glass we’d never last. We moved fast but then we crashed. I just wish I knew that sooner.