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#Rockstar! Bucky is clean
buckyalpine · 1 year
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Drabbles
Smut, Angst, Fluff, just all the drabbles (just look away if some are a little long for a drabble) 
Stripper pole
Bucket cheats
Can’t keep his hands off you (what actually happens cause Bucket’s locked up)
Bucky would never cheat
Dating Beefy Bucky
Bucky takes care of your cold
Bucky is only soft for you
Bucky in Wakanda
Loss (TW: loss of loved one)
Bucky loves your pregnant belly
Bucky leaves you
Frank loves you
Rockstar Bucky
High Bucky at a party
Halloween
Bucky reminds you how gorgeous he finds you
Bucky shows you what you deserve
Bucky knows something you don’t
Steve has some stories about 40′s Bucky
Bucky is just too far away
Bucky loves your nails
Bucky loves your nails 2
Biddies
Lingerie shopping
Bare
I did that
Panic TW: reader has panic attack 
Cramps and..
Wake him up 
If It walks like a duck
If it Talks like a duck
What is it? It’s a duck 
Cold
Snow White and 7 Soldiers
Friends that kiss
Allergic Reaction 
Bucky comforts you after a break up
Silly 
Perfect Present 
Fries 
Witches brew filth (3)
Witches brew; poison (4)
Soft 
Present # 2 
Plum 
Dry
Clean Shaved
Still Mine 
Matching 
Jealous 
Greedy 
Chubby Bucky
Satiated
More greedy chubby Bucky 
Dark winter solider 
Sensitive Bucky I
Sensitive Bucky II
Permission 
Drunk Bucky 
Your Daughter 
Your Daughter ii
Ask for it 
Quarterback Bucky 
 Sleepy Bucky
 Student Bucky 
DFB Bucky 
Milking Chubby Bucky
Taking care of his pregnant princess 
Suck 
Suck ft subby Bucky 
Lactation kink
 Biting Beefy Bucky 
Soft King Bucky 
Bucky vs Bucky 
Bucky vs Bucky ft smut 
Super load
Beefy Baker Bucky 
Helping him finish
 Peter’s Hamster 
Dark!Bucky and his Bambi
Needy Dark!Bucky 
Collar 
Modern Bucky
Bucky vs you vs bedsheet
Dry humping chubby Bucky
Bodyguard Bucky x Drunk reader
Bucky looks like a kitty
Bucky uses safe word 
Exhibitionist Bucky 
Bucky feral over pregnant reader
Subby Bucky aftercare
Bucky smoking 
Snacks and midnight
Needy Bucky x CEO reader
Bucky and his metal hand
Beefy Mob Bucky catches you
Virgin Mob Bucky
Bucky ruins you
Shapeshifting Bucky
Fic idea - Bucky’s family & time travel  
Drama Queen Bucky
 Mob Bucky x virgin reader
Bucky likes what he sees 
Sub!Mob Bucky x reader ft pegging 
You need Bucky’s cuddles 
Ex!Bucky fluff 
Drunk Bucky wants uppies 
Size kink Bucky 
Needy Bucky’s first time in ages 
Bucky gives you what you ask
Bucky & baby shampoo 
Bucky knows you’re faking
CEO Bucky takes his anger out on his secretary (ft smut) 
Dark Dr.Bucky x innocent reader  
Bucky’s gift from you
 Beefy Bucky loves your milk
Actor Bucky x actress reader ft smut
Bucky can’t lie
Mob Bucky likes his innocent date ft smut
Sensitive, leaky Bucky 
 Winter soldier x reader ft sex pollen
Alpha quarterback Bucky x Omega cheerleader reader
Bucky know what will help him sleep 
TW: drugging, sa, Bucky x protective reader
Bucky knows hes adorable
Bucky giggles
Bucky can’t stand you 
Sharon calls you fat (pregnant reader)
Your Halloween costume 
Impure thots (stand alones) 
Impure
Impure ii
Impure iii
Impure iv
Close your eyes and imagine 
Mystery Lady 
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Day 9- Exibitionism with Rockstar! Bucky
973 words
18 + only! NO MINOR INTERACTIONS
Kinktober masterlist
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A/N: hey guys, i have to repost all of my 18 days of Kinktober for now. Because my account got suspended last night. Many of you might have read them already, and maybe many more of you might read it for the first time. I'm not someone who asks for reblogs, likes are find by me. But for this one time...i would be very grateful if you could reblog it. To help me go back in the game. I'm sad that i lost all my works. But so grateful i wrote them on Word... Or i would have lost literally months of prepration.
So yeah, Hi again, i'm back, hopping to get back my first account.
Enjoy,
Cloudy
Don't be shy to comment, reblog or like! :)
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TW: public sex, blowjob, p in v, pwp, filthy smut
not beta read, english is not my first language, all mistakes are my own
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You were as crazy as him. That’s why you blended perfectly with the band. A crazy ass woman who didn’t care about what others think of you. Especially not now.
The atmosphere is always special after a concert. The electricity in the air more palpable, the sweat making the air hard to breath and them…all of them are out of their mind. You love the after show, love to see them scream and reckon part of the gig. See Bruce jumps around and tell everyone how he saw a girl throw her bra at him during is bass solo. How Tony laughs when he remembers missing a key on his keyboard because of you throwing your panties at Steve just to make Bucky screamed more in his mic at your favourite song.
“Yeah, this are mine by the way.”, Bucky tells Steve.
His friend looks at him and push your panties to his nose and smells them.
“Nah, I’m keeping them, they’re clean.” You giggle, Bucky squints at you. “I saw a patch”, he argues. “Well, sweet boyfriend of mine, it was just some water. Here are your panties”.
You throw them and he’s quick to bring them to his nose. Everybody makes gagging sound and laughs, while Bucky brings you on his lap and makes out with you straight away.
“Yes, that’s the real show beginning” purrs Nat, holding Wanda close to her.
You love the after show for the adrenaline in Bucky. He was wild, he wanted to eat you alive. His hands grip your ass, and he bucks his hips. He’s hard…so fucking hard, constricts in his tight black jeans.
You know not to put clothes you love dearly after a concert because…your shirt is ripped of and your skirt too. See the adrenaline make your man extra strong. You hold the back of his head and kiss him hard when you’re half naked, not caring that all the band is watching you. You’re even more excited to tell the truth, you love to make a show for them, love to hear some grunts and little moans from them. Bucky loves it too, you can feel him under you, almost ripping of his jeans with how hard he is, your super soldier.
“Come on, doll. Show them what they are missing”, he growls. “Show them how this body of yours dance on me. My Greek goddess.”
You moan, fuck his Greek goddess… you rip his button shirt open, scratches his chest and play with his pierced nipple, before going in between his legs to free him.
“Yeah, about time, I’m so hard.” You smirk, “I saw, since the third song.”
 Everyone chuckles and when you turn your head, Wanda is straddling one thigh of Bruce and Nat the other, lucky one tonight. Tony is lurking in a corner, the louder and shy one of them all. Steve is behind you, but you are sure that one of his hands is holding his cock above his pants. And you hear him groan, when you open and free Bucky’s cock, almost purple at the head and leaking precum. Bucky looks at his best friend.
“One day I will share, pal. One day.” You take a look behind you and quickly turn back to look at Bucky.
“I know dollface, I know. He’s quite a sight too. Now I think you need to apologise for making me this hard, no?”
You nod, you feel Steve’s gaze on you, and you want to make the show for him especially tonight.
You take Bucky’s cock in your mouth and starts to bop your head, no teasing tonight. You want it as bad as him, as them…
“Fuck, she’s so beautiful”, whimpers Nat. There’s an agreement of groans and you go harder on your boyfriend. Your butt out and Steve can see how wet you are.
“Come one, doll, sit on me, warm me while I say hi to my favorite fruit”. You giggle, your boyfriend and his food references.
“I didn’t forget you know, we can have food next time with us, would love to see how some chocolate will go with your cock…” you say as you straddle him and sink in.
“Fuck, you’re perfect”, Bucky AND Steve say at the same time. You start to ride Bucky, like he loves it, while he takes off your bra and sucks on your breasts, leaving hickeys on the way.
Your moans and his are mixed with the others. You know they love to watch as much as you love them to admire you have sex. But you never had Steve sits on the couch beside Bucky and you, cock out and a smug smile on his face. He doesn’t touch you, he sits there, hand on his crotch, squeezing from time to time.
“I’m gonna destroy some pussy later, just admiring the view” he whispers. Bucky chuckles and looks at him.
“Which pussy?”  your pace flatter, a bit on edge, you’ve never seen his dick, but you heard him and his partners. The two best friends give each other a look and Bucky spanks you hard, making you moan and starts to fuck yourself again, harder on his cock.
Steve looks at your breasts bouncing, then your face, for going to where you and Bucky meet and to the thumb going to your clit, making you arch your back and moans louder, your head falling back. Bruce has his hands in Wanda and Nat panties, while Tony holds his crotch too. You clench hard, fuck they love what you’re doing right now.
“My Greek goddess is close?”, purrs Bucky pressing on your clit. You moan a yes and kiss him hard, coming and squirting on both of you.
Bucky gives a look to Steve and then looks at you. “Round two in Steve’s room, dollface?”
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buckyismybicycle · 1 year
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Title: Miles Away [READ ON AO3] Pairing: Rockstar Bucky Barnes/Female Reader Rating: Explicit  Tags: Long Distance Relationship, Mutual Pining, Fingering, Love Confessions, Falling in Love Summary: How am I supposed to be everything they expect me to be? When I feel so alone, 'cause I left my heart at home
This is also for @buckybarnesbingo Flash Bingo K: "Kitten"
«« Part 1 | Part 2 | Series Masterlist | Part 4 (TBD) »
Bucky is the drug in your veins, the electricity that runs through your body. You had no idea how you had managed to fall so fast and so hard for someone, but as Bucky heads into the next state and you head in the opposite direction toward home, you realize just how magnetic he was. It took every ounce of willpower to keep yourself from making that U-turn and driving yourself right back into his arms.
Was it perhaps a little obsessive to download everything of his? Every single album, song, and even remix? Maybe. But his voice is the one that you want to wake up to and the one you fall asleep to. It’s his old school rock songs that you wake up to, that hype you up for the day and his post-hardcore songs that get your blood pumping during a run or get your body swaying as you clean your apartment. It’s his acoustic songs that lull you to sleep, his voice softer than it has any right to be, sweet in your ear.
Even though you call, text, and videocall, there’s a piece of you that craves his physical touch, that yearns for the solid warmth of his body to accompany that sultry voice of his.
He finishes his tour, and his next, and then before you could figure out what hit you, your one-night stand turned two-day stand has bloomed into something you weren’t sure you were ready for.
His next tour is in Europe and it feels like he’s gone for ages before he comes back even though it’s only three weeks. You only get to see him once, before he’s swept away again, back into a recording studio so he can keep doing what he loves, and that’s when you realize you miss him.
Then it’s off to Riot Fest in Chicago for a weekend, which isn’t terribly far and yet it feels hundreds of miles away. He’s supposed to be there in two weeks.
The thought makes you a little weak, but you couldn’t let him catch onto anything. He hadn’t asked for anything more and you knew what the life of a rockstar was like. Hell, they wrote songs about it all the time! Sex, drugs, partying, that was the rock and roll way, right?
Though… Bucky had never exactly been like that when you two spent time together. He’d have an occasional drink, maybe a cigarette, and he turned down invites to go clubbing, choosing to instead spend the night with you. Sometimes, you wouldn’t be doing much of anything and you wonder if he ever felt bored just cuddling up on the couch with you, watching a movie, ordering in. It all seemed pretty mundane now that you thought about it.
“Maybe it’s a little straight-forwad o’ me, doll, but I’d love to see you before I go. Maybe… Stay a few nights?”
You didn’t have to think about it, really. “Of course, Buck! You know I love having you here. But… Well, are you sure you wanna spend your limited days here in my tiny apartment?”
There’s a low chuckle on the other end of the line that makes your stomach flutter. “Sweetheart, there’s no place I would rather be.”
You smile a bit, cheeks warming at his words. “You’re always welcome here, Bucky.”
“Alright, well, we gotta wrap a few things up at the studio in a few days and I gotta pack and all that, but I can be down by… Thursday? Is that too soon?”
It wasn’t soon enough, actually. If you could, you’d have Bucky here right now. Instead, you breathe in for a count or two before responding. “Thursday’s great.”
“Lookin’ forward to it, baby.”
♪♪♪
There really isn’t a need for you to be nervous. Maybe, if you had known who he was before seeing him, or if you had anticipated for even a second you’d see him more than once or twice, it would be a different story. Instead, you had thrown caution to the wind, almost certain you’d never see him again. You answered all his questions without holding back, gave up every secret and detail like it was nothing.
Bucky had done the same, though you weren’t sure if it was due to the same reasons or because Bucky was simply an open book. Always boisterous, always open, you didn’t really see Bucky hide much, if you were honest. The things you could find on the internet about him… Jeez.
But you two kept coming together, time and time again, and by then it already felt like you’d known each other your whole lives.
There was no point trying to think about something else — Bucky consumed your thoughts and you happily let him. Humming along to one of his songs, you cleaned up around your place, picked up groceries and threw yourself into work to put all that pent up energy somewhere.
By the time Thursday rolls around, your skin was tingling with anticipation, as if craving his touch. You could even see a slight tremor in your hands as you prepared dinner some time after you received the text from Bucky saying he was on his way. It would still be two hours before he got here, driving from the next state over.
When the buzzer rang in, you had nearly dropped your phone in the pan. Oh god, Bucky was here!
You checked yourself one last time in the hallway, before unlocking the door, leaving it open a crack, and then cleaning the kitchen up quickly.
“Babe?”
Your heart skips a beat as you go toward the shuffling noises by your door. Despite the fact that you see him all the time — whether it be by video, album covers, or music videos — he still takes your breath away.
He’s dressed simply, in black jeans, a plain white t-shirt and a plain zip-up hoodie under his light jacket but you think he looks perfect.
“Bucky,” you greet as you close the distance.
His clothes and skin are still chilled by the outside, and you shiver in his arms a bit.
“Heya doll,” he murmurs into your cheek before he pulls back and looks you over from head to toe, the same way you’d done to him.
Your cheeks get a bit warm at the focused attention.
“God, I fuckin’ missed you,” Bucky says abruptly, tearing his jacket and sweater off in one go, pressing his lips to yours.
You melt into the kiss, hands coming to cup his face, hands warming his cheeks as he steps out of his shoes and crowds you up against the wall.
“Missed you t — ah!” You don’t get to finish your sentence as Bucky nips at your neck.
“S’that right?” Bucky asks voice gruff and teasing in your ear.
You nod frantically, hands scrabbling at his shoulders while he presses his entire body against yours. Goosebumps form across your skin when he gets his hands under your shirt, partially from the fact he’d just come outside but mostly because you’ve been dreaming of his touch ever since you last saw him.
“Bucky,” you gasp against his mouth.
“Oh fuck, yeah,” Bucky groans, running out of patience and scooping you up by the back of your legs. “Love when you say my name, baby.”
Your legs automatically wrap around his waist, your hands running through his soft chestnut hair and wrapping around the back of his neck. He doesn’t seem to be in any rush whatsoever, his tongue slow but firm across yours as you both pant for air, hot breath across your cheeks with every struggling exhale.
“Bucky,” you say again, this time breathless, as you squeeze your legs around him.
“Mmm? Can I help you with something, kitten?”
You can’t help the sharp inhale of breath, your heartrate picking up speed as he pins you with his intense gaze.
You’re already feeling dizzy, words getting harder to formulate so you try to answer with your mouth and body. Tugging at his hair and pressing back against him, you hope it conveys exactly what it is you want — and just how badly you want it.
“Missed me that much, huh?” He asks with a chuckle, finally carrying you to the bedroom.
You nod frantically. “God, yes, yes, missed you so much.”
He laughs and you can’t help but return it, the both of you fumbling your clothes off in a hurry, limbs getting caught as you try to tear the fabric off of each other.
When he lowers you into bed, your entire body is heaving with anticipation as you dig your fingers into him, refusing to let him go.
Bucky kisses down your neck softly, slowly like he hasn’t a care in the world while you were a squirming mess underneath him. You feel goosebumps forming as he breathes out hotly along the trail his tongue leaves behind. It feels like he’s mapping out every spot that makes you howl and filing it away for later, smirking as he breaks you down bit by bit.
“Fuck, Bucky!” You wail, curling his fingers into fists along his shoulder.
“Yes, kitten?”
Oh, you could just kill him right now! He knows exactly what he’s doing, of course, and you know that. You know that he’s purposely teasing you without giving you much, knows that he’s practically purring in your ear, all the sweet nothings and pet names to get you riled up.
“How’m I supposed to know what you wan’ if you can’t even tell me, sugar?” He continues, fingers finally entering you, the slick making it so, so easy. “Jesus, sweetheart, already so wet for me and I only jus’ started.”
You clench around him in every sense of the word — pussy clamping down around his fingers, legs locked tight around his waist.
“Aw, sweetheart, y’gonna come already?” Bucky asks, fingers slowly curling inside of you while his thumb runs over your clit from left to right slowly. “I haven’t even put my mouth on you…”
You let out a loud whine, our hands tugging at Bucky’s hair hard enough that you’re sure it must hurt but he doesn’t give any indication of it. “Bucky, please, I c-can’t —”
The rest of it gets lost in a moan that gives away the fact that you’re right there.
“Can’t what, princess?” Bucky mocks. “Can’t even speak, can you?”
You can’t bring yourself to care even the slightest bit about Bucky’s goading, the feeling overwhelming your entire body as you dig in while you come hard enough that you could swear you blacked out for a moment.
It’s like being underwater, the sounds muffled in your ears — Bucky’s chuckle, drowned out by your fevered panting, your heartbeat.
“Nnnnggggg,” you groan, limbs heavy and uncoordinated as you essentially become one with the mattress.
Bucky’s smug face looks up at you while he kisses below your belly button as your stomach and chest still heave for air. “You okay there, doll?”
“Oh, fuck you,” you huff out, laughing along with Bucky as he crawls back up to kiss you.
“Mmm,” Bucky murmurs between your lips meeting.”Wanna fuck you.”
Even if you had just come, it’s like Bucky’s words ignite your body all over again. You smile dopily at him, hands cradling his face and running your thumbs along his stubble. “Yeah? Well what’re you waiting for?”
Bucky’s responding grin sends shivers down your spine again. Settling in, hauling your hips up until your ass rested on the top of his thighs, he licks his lips like a panther with its prey.
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You wake before Bucky does, your body pleasantly sore and still tired. With a small wiggle, you settle back into his arms, taking the time to just enjoy the moment and memorizing it. You let him sleep a bit longer, knowing he has a long night ahead, though it’s not like you could pull yourself away if you wanted. There was only an hour left with him, so you had to make the most of it and look over every detail in front of you.
It was so easy to imagine that this was your actual life — waking up beside this beautiful man, sharing more than just your bed with him. Your home. Your heart.
You trace a light finger along that sharp jawline and Bucky inhales deeply as he rouses.
“Mornin’, beautiful,” he mumbles, eyes slowly blinking open.
“Good morning,” you whisper,. “It’s almost 10:00.”
“M’gonna miss you, dollface,” Bucky whispers, voice raspy with sleep and — well, maybe it was more than just sleep.
“Pfft, yeah right,” you tease. “Girls are gonna fling themselves at your feet and you’ll have your pick of any one of ‘em.”
You had tried to keep the tone light — joking — but it obviously doesn’t quite work.
Bucky gets a little furrow between his eyebrows as he props himself up on an elbow to look down at you, searching your face for something. “Is that actually what you’re thinkin’?”
You opened your mouth to respond but nothing came out. It was the truth, but you hadn’t planned on sounding so pathetic. Sighing, you tuck the covers under your chin as you look up at him. God, you’d miss this face — the stunning eyes, that little dimple in his chin, the way his hair looks when your fingers have been running through it, gripping it, pulling it.
“Bucky… I knew when you first kissed me that you wouldn’t be staying.” God, it even hurts just to say it out loud. “You’re — you’re literally famous. You’re a rockstar! I’m —”
“— mine,” he finishes, interrupting you. “You’re mine.”
You bite your tongue, because he’s about to hit the road and you don’t want your last moments with him to be about this. About the way your stomach flutters when he says that you’re his so adamantly, like he doesn’t say it to the other girls you’re sure he’s picking up along the tours.
“Hey, c’mon,” Bucky coaxes, a gentle finger crooked under your chin to make you face him. His brows are furrowed as he looks at you. “What are you goin’ on about, huh?”
It’s painful to even think about it — letting yourself believe that maybe this meant as much to him as it meant to you, but it was impossible, wasn’t it?
“Nothing,” you lie. “I just miss you sometimes, that’s all.”
He snorts with a short laugh. “Babe, I miss you all the time.”
Looking you in the eyes, he props himself up on elbow, his other hand stroking your jaw lightly. “You know, I never thought I’d hate touring but sometimes… I just wish I could stay here instead.”
“Oh my god, don’t say that!” You admonish, a strange feeling working its way up your throat. “You’ve said it yourself, you were born for this! Bucky, you really, really are so talented. You were made for this. I still remember seeing you on stage for the first time, I’ll never forget it. I felt so alive, Bucky. Better than I had in ages. I felt free — like I was flying and… Everyone out there should experience that, too. They need to.”
“I ever mention how fuckin’ incredible you are?” Bucky asks, his eyes a bright, shining blue. It’s not often that you’re the one making him bashful, but it feels damn good. It’s not like you had even tried to, you had simply been telling him the truth. “I — you know I’m just a phone call away, right?”
“I know.” You try smiling for his benefit before pulling him in for a kiss that hopefully distracts him.
Whatever Bucky might’ve said gets lost as he tangles his fingers in your hair again, bringing you close to him. It turns from a leisurely kiss into something more frantic, like you both know that there’s an impending deadline. Needless to say, your distraction works.
In fact, it works a little too well. He shoves his feet into his boots, phone wedged between his ear and shoulder as he tries to explain to Natasha that he’ll be right there and no, of course he’s not going to be late.
You try to hide a giggle as he throws the last of his things haphazardly in his bag and hangs up.
When it comes time to your goodbyes, you hug each other tightly. Bucky smells like you, like your sheets and your shampoo, he even smells like your lotion with how much time you’ve spent pressed up against him.
God, is it ever difficult for you to let him go. Something must show on your face because as Bucky’s about to say goodbye, his face falls for a second.
“Sweetheart —”
“No! No, it’s okay,” you rush to reassure him. “Really, baby, I’ll be fine. It’s nothing.”
You can see he’s not entirely convinced, but it’s enough that he relents and gives you a long, sweet goodbye kiss.
“See you when I get back?”
You nod without thinking. “Yeah, of course.”
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“What’s wrong with your face?” Nat asks him the moment he scrambles onto their bus and throws his bag on his bunk.
“Fuck you, my face is perfectly fine,” he shoots back, though there’s no real heat to it.
“Ooooooh,” she taunts with a wicked grin. “Someone’s in loooooooove.”
“N — shut up!”
He’s clearly outnumbered when Clint laughs from the small couch and Scott howls from the bathroom of all places. What the fuck is his life.
Natasha takes some pity on him, at least. Because she leans in close before she whispers to him with a wink. “That’s not a no.”
He hates the way she catches onto everything. It’s true, though, it’s not a no. Truthfully, Bucky’s not really sure what love is. Despite singing an inordinate amount of love songs, he’s never felt it as deep in his bones as he does now. All the songs from their albums were different now — all the lyrics that spoke of love, the lyrics that Bucky never thought he would connect to like the rest, they made sense now.
He takes out his worn, trusted and beloved journal, and puts pen to paper, his thoughts flowing out of him like a tsunami. His words fill up the blank spaces between his various other scribbles and doodles.
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You lay on your couch, Netflix playing at a low volume as you try to unwind from the day. Besides immediately taking off your work clothes and microwaving some dinner to settle in, you hadn’t done much else. Except miss Bucky, of course, which made you feel so pathetic. God, it’s only been a day.
When your phone goes off, you get a thrill of excitement before you realize that there’s no way it could be Bucky, he’d be performing any minute now. The name that pops up surprises you nonetheless, and you pick it up wondering if it was good news or bad news.
“Peter?”
“Oh, hi! Um, Bucky wanted me to call you and — are you busy right now?”
You stared at the TV playing nonsense you weren’t even paying any attention to. “No, I’m not busy, just — is everything okay?”
“Uh-huh, yeah! Great. They’re technically done but they’re doing one more encore song and it’s gonna be real special. He wanted you to watch! Can I FaceTime you?”
“Yes! Of course!” You didn’t do a good job of hiding how enthusiastic you were about the fact that you could see Bucky again so soon.
“Okay, hang on —”
The moment you accept his videocall request, you gasp. The crowd in front of Bucky’s stage was huge! You were so happy for him — for the whole band, really. They deserved to be heard and recognized.
There was Bucky, front and centre stage like usual. Except this time, the rest of the band wasn’t with him.
“Can you see okay?”
You giggle at Peter’s concerned, faraway voice and holler back at him. “Yep, I’m good!”
“Tonight I’m doin’ somethin’ a lil different,” Bucky says into the microphone as he adjusts the strap of his acoustic guitar over his shoulder. “It’s been a while since I brought out ol’ Betsy for you guys, huh?”
The crowd gives a laugh as Bucky tunes “Betsy” expertly, pulling the microphone closer to him. “You better feel lucky, ‘cause you’re gonna be the first ones to hear this. Are you ready?”
The cheer from the crowd is nearly a screech, whistles and catcalls mixed in.
A new song? How exciting! You wonder if this is why Bucky wanted you to be on the call, and smiled at how sweet that was.
“This one’s for a special angel of mine,” Bucky declares before he strums away, the opening notes slow but sure.
Special angel — no, it can’t be…
I pack my bags and say goodbye to my divine
For what seems like the millionth time
They said it gets easier, but they lied
She looks at me and says "Really baby, I will be just fine"
But then she looks away, so I don't have to see her cry
And that is when I ask myself
You freeze, hearing the exact words you’d said to him that morning. There couldn’t be a coincidence — Peter had very specifically called you, which meant that this was for you. That you were “angel” that Bucky was dedicating this song to.
How am I supposed to be everything they expect me to be?
When I feel so alone, 'cause I left my heart at home
She needs me, but I know they need me too
So God, give me the strength to do what you created me to do.
Well really I'm so thankful for the people I meet, the places I've been and the things I've seen
But when she's not here it doesn't feel like I'm living my dreams
I know they say that no one is perfect, but I swear she's perfect for me
And that makes it so much harder to leave
You’ve already started crying from the indescribable feeling that washes over you. Perfect for me — Bucky had just said that! You were in disbelief, and despite how sad the song sounded, it was also breathtakingly beautiful, just like everything else Bucky does.
How am I supposed to be everything they expect me to be?
When I feel so alone, 'cause I left my heart at home
She needs me, but I know they need me too
So God, give me the strength to do what you created me to do
People say things like “music saved my life” or “music is my escape” and you always thought you understood what they meant. You enjoyed music too and almost always had some playing in the background no matter what you were doing.
You were so very wrong. This feeling, this sizzling, bubbling, tingling sensation that you can feel from head to toe is what it means to truly be moved by music. Like arrows, each one of Bucky’s words drive straight through your heart, sharp and unrelenting. You have to cover your mouth to stop yourself from making too much noise, desperate to hear the rest of the song.
If you miss me, I'm just a phone call away
Please be strong, be strong for me
I need you to show me how to change the inside of me
For my heart, for their sake, please be strong, be strong for me
Everything was blurry by now, the tears trickling down your cheeks as you hear his words — and yours — being played for hundreds of people live.
How am I supposed to be everything they expect me to be?
When I feel so alone, so alone
How am I supposed to be everything they expect me to be?
When I feel so alone, 'cause I left my heart at home
She needs me, but I know they need me too
So God, give me the strength to do what you created me to do.
You couldn’t believe it was over. The shock and the overwhelming feeling that you can’t quite place literally make you freeze in your spot, biting down on your lip to try and hold it together.
“And that’s all she wrote, folks! Well. That’s all I wrote, anyway. GOOD-FUCKING-NIGHT E’ERYBODYYYYY! WE LOVE YOU”
Love. The word sends a jolt through you as it all falls into place for you. You loved him and you just couldn’t admit it to yourself but it’s oh so clear to you now.
The applause was like lightning, cheers and howls mixed in as Bucky exited the stage, and the moment you could no longer see him, the first sob escapes you. There’s a shuffling noise, reminding you that you were still on a call with Peter and not up in the clouds where Bucky makes you feel like you are.
“Are you —”
“Hey, Peter, I gotta go!” You blurt out frantically. “Will you tell Bucky to call me later please?”
“Oh! Um, yeah, sure I can do that.”
“Thanks Peter,” you rush. “Goodnight!”
You only feel a little bad for hanging up on him, but you’d just have to apologize next time. Right now? Right now you had to bawl your eyes out at the fact that Bucky wrote a song for you. And not just a song for you, but a song about you, where he called you “his divine” and “his heart”.
All this time, you let your fears and insecurities get in the way, so convinced that Bucky wasn’t looking for anything more than an easy hook-up. How could you have been so blind?
You don’t know how long it is after the set is done before your phone rings again, and this time it’s Bucky’s name that flashes across your phone.
“Bucky, what the HELL!” You yell as soon as you hear the call connect, not even giving him a chance to say hello.
“Hi to you too, dollface.”
You can hear the smirk on the other end. “I can’t believe you!”
“Can’t believe what, babe? That I wrote a song for you? I always said I was gonna didn’t I?”
“Yeah, but —”
It’s true. He had always said that, but you hadn’t taken it seriously for even a second. “But I didn’t expect that!”
“Did you like it?”
“I loved it,” you tell him earnestly, voice cracking a bit as you get emotional all over again. “I loved it so much. I —”
You had almost let it slip right then and there. Heart pounding, you have to physically swallow the words down.
“Good,” Bucky says, nonchalant as if you weren’t on the cusp of a love confession. “I practically wrote it non-stop on my way here from your place. Wasn’t sure if it’d be any good to be honest with ya, only sang it once on the bus for the troops and they like fuckin’ with me. You promise you actually liked it and you’re not tryna make me feel better? ‘Cause y’know, I can always rework it and —”
“I love you,” you interrupt. It was just too much to handle, how endearing it all was that Bucky not only wrote this ode to you but he was even worried if you liked it, which was such a silly thought because you loved everything Bucky did.
“... You do?” Bucky asks, sounding adorably confused.
You grimace at yourself — what the hell ere you doing! “Sorry, sorry. I just — I don’t know I had to say it, Buck. That song was…. I’m —”
It was his turn to cut you off now, saving you from further rambling and embarrassment.
“I love you, too.”
You smile so wide that your cheeks hurt. Between the two of you and your newfound words for each other, you happily chat as you both get ready for the night. So absorbed in your conversation, both of you miss the social media storm until it’s far too late.
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fear and degradation - six
pairing: rockstar!bucky barnes x innocent!female reader chapter summary: obligatory two hour-long halloween special (and other things) chapter warnings and contents: 18+ ONLY, DUBCON, fingering, detailed descriptions of menstruation, angst, blood play, biting, spanking, manipulation, praise kink, innocence kink, corruption kink, drug use, alcohol consumption, religious (catholic) elements, minor mentions of food/eating, the camera is back  :P word count: ~8,200
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     eyes shooting open, she squeezed her thighs together, a familiar rush causing her to groan in frustration. trying not to move too much, she searched the room for the brunet, finding it empty save for their luggage that was already lined up by the door. as much as she wanted to curl further into the sheets she’d spent all night warming, a sting in her lower abdomen forced her to carefully pull herself out of bed, rushing to the bathroom.
     she couldn’t bring herself to look down once she sat on the toilet, hands already shaking from the panic setting in. a pounding started behind her temples the more she thought about the coming days. about having to tell bucky, or worse, having him find out by his own… means. already she was beating herself up for not realizing this was coming when little spots began dotting her chin and jaw.
     the older must have sensed her turmoil, shuffling into the hotel room just loudly enough for her to hear through the bathroom door.
     “bambi?” he called out, footsteps padding over until they stopped right outside. “you in there?”
     despite being locked in, she found herself trying to hide from his gaze, twisting away slightly to cover her soiled clothing. “y-yes… i’m about to shower.”
     “we gotta get on the road, girl.”
     “but i…”
     “what? i can’t hear you in there, baby,” he chuckled.
     taking a final steadying breath, she slipped out of her bottoms and cleaned herself up as best she could. “can you bring me some clothes?” there was no response, but she heard him begin moving things around, unzipping luggage before he came back to the door and tried the handle. “hold on,” she huffed, getting off the toilet to twist the lock.
     her arm slipped through the thin crack of the door, open palm out for him to place whatever he’d chosen into it. before bucky could even taunt her with them, she started flailing her hand around until she found them, snatching everything from him and slamming the door back in his face in a matter of seconds.
     she never would have thought she’d be happy at the prospect of going without underwear, but it was one less pair to ruin like the ones for sunday that she’d wadded up and stuffed into the bottom of the trash can. by some small miracle, he’d picked out her darkest jeans, too, and she just hoped the bus ride to wherever they were going next wasn’t too long.
     bucky looked up from where he was twiddling his thumbs when the bathroom door finally opened. the younger didn’t even spare him a glance as she started to stuff her night shirt into the suitcase she’d designated for their dirty clothing. her spine was rigid when she stood back up, gait a little stiff, too.
     swallowing hard, he got up from the chair beside the bed and walked up behind her. “i’m sorry,” he whispered, winding his arms around her waist. she tensed up even more than she already was, causing him to sigh, head dropping until he could plant a kiss to the juncture of her neck. “i shouldn’t have done all that last night. i just… get a little crazy after the shows. drinkin’ doesn’t do my brain any good either.”
     as much as she wanted to jab her elbow into his ribs and scream her lungs out at him, the warmth of him pressed to her back slightly eased the aches in her muscles. his tone curbed her anger as well; a sincerity to it that both surprised and confused her.
     “that picture,” he started, eliciting a shiver from her. “no one’s ever gonna see it, okay? i took care of it.”
     biting her lip, she twisted around to face him. more accurately, his chest since she couldn’t find the strength to look at him directly. “thank you…”
     “hey.” a finger under her chin finally forced their gazes to meet. bucky’s was soft, eyebrows slightly upturned from what looked like concern. “i’m sorry.”
     words escaping her, she managed a nod and allowed him to kiss the tip of her nose. besides the fact that she didn’t really have any option other than forgiving him, the older seemed genuinely upset with himself. it was like he had woken up from a trance and finally had to face what he’d done while in it.
~
     bucky was adamant about keeping physical contact with her the entire bus ride. the majority of it he had her cradled in his lap, arms wrapped around her to rub up and down her back or stroke along her cheek. it was nice, a relief to her raging cramps and steadily growing nausea from the way the driver was swerving in and out of lanes.
     “you okay, baby?” bucky whispered, closing them into their own little bubble within the mayhem that was their tour bus. she hummed in affirmation, leaning into his touch. “sure? not hungry or anything?”
     that caused her pause. after all, they had left the hotel without their usual complementary breakfast. before she could answer, her stomach went ahead and did it for her, grumbling loudly enough for the older to hear and let out a small laugh.
     “i’ll ask how much longer we got,” he grinned, slipping her legs off of his own to head for the front of the bus.
     she curled further into the corner of the small couch, shutting her eyes for a moment to collect herself. she hoped that the wads of toilet paper she’d padded her jeans with were doing at least something. more than that, she hoped the bus ride was coming to an end soon so she could focus on things more important than the throbbing in her head that seemed to spur on every other ounce of discomfort plaguing her body.
     things more important like the whiplash bucky was giving her since they left new york. and maybe even before that if she thought about it too hard. it made her feel a little foolish how quickly she fell victim to this dr. jekyll and mr. hyde thing he had going on. and she probably was foolish, but for some reason, she couldn’t stop herself from doing so. the same desperation that had her sneaking out to that first show listed on the flyer he’d given her had her waiting out the insanity for brief moments of affection.
     “next exit is ours, baby,” the bassist beamed as he sat back next to her, immediately pulling her legs into his lap again. “we’re gonna stop at the first place benny sees, too, okay?”
     “okay.”
     brief moments like the one she found herself in where his fingers were feather-light, ghosting over her so softly that it was hard to believe they were the same ones he’d crammed down her throat the night before.
     true to his word, the older bus driver had rolled into the parking lot of whatever place to eat he saw first. she was expecting some fast food place, but was pleasantly surprised when it turned out to be a decent-looking diner. one by one, the band and a few roadies filed out of the vehicle and started for the entrance.
     “get me a black coffee,” steve started, hand digging through the pockets of his jeans for something. “i gotta make a call.”
     bucky nodded, slinging and arm around his girl’s shoulders. the affection continued on into the restaurant; older keeping her on his lap as they looked over the menu together. him and sam were going back and forth about which egg was best: sunny side up or over easy. she wanted to shout that they were one flip away from being the same thing, but instead stood up abruptly, earning the attention of both.
     “i need… i’m gonna go to the bathroom.”
     “want me to come with you?”
     his question made her squint at him in frustration. “no,” she bit, “i’m not a child.” without waiting for a response, she turned and headed for the back of the diner, quickly realizing that the only doors had signs on them indicating customers weren’t allowed through either of them.
     “can i help you, dear?”
     an older woman had come up to her, tray of drinks in one hand.
     “um… do you have a restroom i could use?”
     “sure!” the waitress began digging around the pocket of her apron with her free hand, producing a key with an apologetic smile. “it’s outside, though. over on the left when you walk out.” she must have been able to read the hesitance on the younger’s face, quickly adding on, “hey, at least it’s not dark out, right?” as if that was reassuring.
     watching her head back toward her table, the younger spared bucky a glance, contemplating asking him to come along after all. as the brunet tore off the wrapper to his straw and proceeded to blow the tip of it into his bandmate’s face, she shut her eyes in annoyance before beelining out the front door.
     steve was still at the payphone on the corner when she walked around the diner, too invested in his conversation to notice her. hurrying along, she fiddled with the lock, fighting the door until it unstuck. the bathroom reminded her of the one from that first night she met bucky, and her stomach flipped over on itself.
     she’d used a shameful amount of toilet paper by the time everything was taken care of, washing her hands before she closed the lid of the toilet and sat down with a huff. she wanted to scream at herself for getting so caught up in losing her precious soap that she’d forgotten to pack away pads. the anger turned into irritation which devolved into tears starting to cloud her vision. images of the previous night began swarming her thoughts, just egging on the outpouring of emotion.
     the door opening startled her, a violent gasp hiccuping out of her chest.
     “shit, sorry!”
     it fell shut again just long enough for her to realize it had been steve on the other side and that she must not have shut it hard enough to lock behind her.
     the interruption rattled her into action, hands fumbling for more toilet paper to dab her eyes with. until the door creaked open again, and the older took a step into the small room.
     “everything all right?” he tried, keeping the door cracked behind him so she wouldn’t feel cornered. as much as she wanted to lie and be on her way, her lips began to tremble too much to do so, and she slumped back onto the toilet with a wet sob. steve stood there for a moment, glancing outside of the restroom a few times before he finally decided to shut the door, making sure it locked this time. “wanna talk about it?”
     “i-it’s nothing, honestly…”
     “maybe,” he shrugged, leaning against the sink. “but sometimes nothing hurts more than something.”
     it was unbelievably cheesy, enough to make her snort out a laugh, wad of toilet paper still in her hand coming up to clean her face again. “i don’t… i don’t even know, really. i mean, i do, but i… don’t…” she expected him to be giving her a strange look, but when she peeked at him, he was just watching her, arms folded across his chest, and a neutral expression on his face. “something… happened last night. nothing… it wasn’t…” she sighed in exasperation.
     “just breathe, okay?”
     nodding, she tried to quell the hiccuping whimpers still shaking her form. “i’ve just been feeling a little lost, i guess. conflicted… i don’t know… it’s all a lot to take in, and i’ve never even left new york before any of this, you know? the traveling is a lot, too. not that i’m ungrateful for the experience, i-i’m not saying that! it’s been… fun. but i miss home, and i feel so out of place and annoying and like i’m constantly in the way… and everything with bucky is- it’s a lot. everything is just too much… and now i’ve got my- i-i mean, i, um… my… oh, forget it!”
     her face was on fire as she buried it in her hands, ready to crawl out of her skin after exploding like that in front of the drummer. she heard him clear his throat like he was about to say something, but she couldn’t bear it. as his mouth opened, she bolted for the door, wiping at her face as best she could before having to face bucky.
     “thought you fell in, girl,” the bassist teased, pulling her back into his lap like nothing had happened.
~
     there was always a lull between arriving at the new hotel and the band having to leave for soundcheck. she decided to use this one to get some of their laundry taken care of while bucky flicked through tv channels until inevitably passing out. it was a simple pleasure; something that kept her feeling normal within the chaos that her life had become. and the plan was to finish everything just in time for bucky to leave for the venue so she could pop into the drugstore a few blocks away, get her much needed supplies, and spend the rest of the night curled up in freshly washed pajamas.
     even just the thought had her grinning to herself as she stepped back into their hotel room. the bassist was sprawled out on the bed, remote still in his hand as he snored obnoxiously. she bit back another smile at the sight of him. he was terrifying sometimes, but the little pout of his lips as he slept made her heart skip and butterflies fill her stomach.
     she was just about finished putting clothes back in their respective suitcases when the usual banging started at the door, a warning to be downstairs in five minutes echoing from out in the hall.
     “you get everything washed?” bucky croaked, groggily slipping back into his boots. she nodded, standing in anticipation of her excursion. “so cute…” he came up to plant a kiss on her forehead, trailing more down one side of her face and back up the other before leaving a sloppy one right on her lips. “wanna come with me tonight?”
     the question caught her off guard, and she worried for a second about declining the offer. “um… maybe tomorrow? i’m a little tired today. i’m sorry.”
     “why are you apologizing?” she shrugged weakly. “have a nap, order some food… sounds nice, actually,” he laughed, “sorta wish i was staying in with you instead.” a giggle escaped her on its own as he dug his fingers into her sides, using the opportunity to get another kiss in. “we’ll have fun tomorrow, though. you’re definitely coming with me.”
     “why?”
     as he made for the door, he looked back at her with a quirked eyebrow. “halloween, baby. you lose track of time?”
     she certainly had if it was almost november. the sudden hit of reality stunned her in place for a beat, a knock at the door finally snapping her out of it. she assumed it was bucky since he always seemed to leave something behind or forget his key to the room half the time.
     groaning, she walked over to the nightstand and plucked his key off of it, ready to hand it over and be rid of him as soon as she opened the door.
     but when she did, the hall was empty. looking up and down it, she found no sign of anyone and was about to go back inside until a brown paper bag on the floor caught her eye. she carefully bent down to peer inside it, immediately sealing it back up and snatching it off the floor. safely back in the room, she dumped the contents onto the bed, feeling her eyes starting to burn again at the sight of the familiar box.
     a smaller blue and white box accompanied the pads, along with a chocolate bar, and the added thought and care behind them finally had tears blurring her vision.
~
     a soft sigh left her when the feel of a finger stroking along her cheek started to wake her. it continued over to her lips before tapping at her nose. with a tired giggle, she opened her eyes.
     the sight caused her to scream, jolting back as best she could under the covers as bucky’s laugh filled the room. heart racing, she watched him pull the mask off of his face, free hand smoothing out his unwashed hair.
     “happy halloween, bambi.”
     glaring at him, she slid out of bed and went straight for the bathroom, trying not to let him see the way her hands were still shaking.
     “sorry, girl… couldn’t help myself.”
     she could hear the smirk on his face, rolling her eyes as she squared everything away and went to brush her teeth. it was already shaping up to be a long day, and thinking about getting back on the bus for another ride to wherever had her ready to lock herself in the bathroom and never come out.
     nevertheless, she withstood the ride and bucky’s exaggerated excitement over the holiday, nodding along when he asked if she was looking forward to tagging along for the show.
     they were a little behind getting to the new hotel, rushing around to get luggage sorted before everyone was carted off to the venue. it felt distantly familiar, dressing room just similar enough to the others for her to feel sick about it.
     bucky was already on his third beer when tony busted into the room with garment bags thrown over his shoulder. “’bout time. was getting ready to change on stage.”
     “you know, you’re more than welcome to do this shit on your own,” the oldest snapped, dropping the two black bags on the seat beside her before storming off.
     “what’s in these?” she asked.
     bucky grinned, swallowing another swig of his beer as he sauntered over to unzip one of the bags. “our costumes.”
     the first one was completely red, a plastic pitchfork and little horned headband letting on to what it was supposed to be. she looked at him hesitantly, getting only a wink in return before he went for the other bag. there was less fabric in it, all white with wings and another headband, this one adorning a halo.
     “bucky…”
     “oh, come on,” he purred, ducking down close enough for her to smell the beer on his breath. “they’re perfect for us.”
     it wasn’t necessarily the costumes themselves that had her biting her lip in worry, although the thought of the two of them walking around all night dressed in such a way wasn’t helping her resistance. it was the crisp white material that she was supposed to be donning.
     “here,” he laughed, tossing the costume at her as he started plucking out the pieces of his own. it was just a bright red suit that he slipped on over the ruffled black blouse he was already wearing. “shy all of a sudden?”
     she watched him trade out his jeans for the vibrant pants, slicking his hair back with the headband before going to look himself over in the mirrors. when he faced her, she took a step back warily.
     “hey,” he started, coming to cup the sides of her face. “you don’t gotta wear it if you really don’t want to. i just thought it’d be cute y’know… us matching… good ‘n’ evil…”
     “you’re not evil,” she found herself whispering. the urge to add on that she wasn’t good sat at the back of her throat. “i’ll… i’ll put it on.”
     bucky beamed at her, squishing her cheeks when he leaned in to kiss her sloppily. a rap at the door signaled he was needed on stage, and in a matter of seconds, he was gone.
     the costume didn’t seem as scary when she pulled it from its protective bag, appearing to fall just above her knees, sleeves long and flowy. just to be safe, though, she made a trip to the bathroom before getting into it.
~
     with a cigarette between his lips, bucky practically fell through his dressing room door into her arms. he was drenched in sweat, heart pounding behind his ribs at the vision of her standing there all in white, glittery little halo bouncing above her head.
     “fuck, you look good in it, baby.” his voice was rough and gravely, quickly turning into low growling as he backed her into the wall beside them. “i mean…” he took the cigarette from his lips to whistle. “hallelujah!”
     “stop,” she groaned, pushing at his chest uselessly, trying to fight off a grin. he laughed, puffing smoky breath into her face as he planted his mouth over hers. the taste made her grimace, but she melted against him anyway, hands finding their way to his exposed chest.
     “gettin’ your treat already?” they pulled apart to see sam walking by with a familiar girl on his arm.
     “cherry,” she chirped, making to step toward the older girl until bucky wrapped his own arm around her shoulders.
     the brunette squealed her name. “where have you been? are you sticking around?”
     the question made her look to bucky, a hopeful glint in her eyes that he simply smirked at.
     “of course,” he grit out, starting to guide her in the same direction the other two were headed. “can’t have my little angel missing out on all the fun.”
     inside the singer’s dressing room was like a stuffier version of steve and bucky’s apartment during parties. there were girls everywhere, refreshment table littered with scraps and half-empty bottles, music blasting out of a stereo set up near the back of the room.
     she wanted to follow after cherry to just talk with the older, but bucky seemed determined to keep the two girls apart. while sam fell onto the couch with his girl in his lap, bucky guided his over to the table that still had a few unopened beers on it.
     “i gotta piss,” he slurred, flicking her halo with a childish grin. “don’t get into any trouble.”
     “i’ll try.”
     the dry comment made him giggle, smile disappearing as he slipped his cigarette back between his lips and headed out the door again. she stayed put for the most part, slowly creeping her way over to the wall so she could try and get a good look at the room. none of the other girls looked familiar, and they all seemed to look right past her, too interested in one thing or another. there were only one or two actually wearing costumes as well, which made her feel all the more self-conscious.
     she was picking through a plate of dried out vegetables when a particularly loud giggle caught her attention. she sought it out for whatever reason, landing on a blonde at the other end of the table that was chatting with steve. the drummer went to take a sip of his drink, eyes meeting hers over the rim of his cup.
     embarrassed over getting caught staring, she looked back down to the sad mini carrots, dropping the one she was holding back into the mix.
     “nice getup.”
     looking up to the voice, she wasn’t surprised to see steve staring back at her, slightly amused smile on what she could see of his lips underneath his beard.
     crossing her arms, she took in his own outfit; worn out brown jeans, a flannel, and an undershirt that looked like he wore it to one too many band practices.
     “yeah, well… what are you supposed to be?”
     steve dropped his gaze to look at his own outfit briefly before looking back up with a quirked brow. “a farmer?” he tried. she found herself snorting out a laugh, older joining in when the sound only made her giggling worse. “what? no good?”
     “no, no, it’s fine.”
     they shared a smile, steve explaining, “bucky’s the only one that really goes all out… as you might have guessed.”
     she diverted her gaze back to the table, fingers dancing over the cold surface of it. in an attempt to redirect the conversation, she started, “i, um… i wanted to-”
     “keepin’ an eye on my girl?”
     bucky’s voice interrupted her attempt to thank the blond for what he’d done the day prior.
     “didn’t know i needed to…”
     bucky hummed, taking a beer from the table and popping the cap off on his teeth. the sight made her wince, pained expression remaining as her and steve watched the bassist chug the entire bottle in one go. he finished it with a crude sigh, droplet trailing down his neck into the sweat along his chest.
     “you know what?” he started, waving the neck between the three of them. “know what i haven’t played in years?”
     “‘played’? like a game?”
     “exactly like a game, bambi.” giggling, he pressed their foreheads together, nuzzling until she cracked a smile and pulled away. “spin the bottle.”
     steve scoffed into his drink, swallowing with an eyebrow raised at his friend. “you haven’t played it in years ‘cause it’s for kids, buck.”
     “c’mon,” bucky whined, already starting to head for the stereo. the music got quieter, but no one really seemed to notice until the brunet slammed his empty beer bottle against the wall, shattering it without a moment’s hesitation. “as lovely as it is to see you all, i need band and their dates only! thanks!”
     girls began stumbling out of the room one after the other as bucky came back over to her. and when he leaned in for another kiss, she took notice of how wild his eyes looked. they were wide, pupils blown out so much that she almost couldn’t pinpoint any blue around them. hers remained open as he pecked at her lips, nervously flitting around the room.
     “you ever played, baby?”
     instead of confessing that she hadn’t, but she knew how the game went, she just let him guide her over to the chair opposite sam and cherry on the couch as he explained everything. the blonde that had been talking to steve earlier was still there, coming to sit beside him when he plopped onto the couch.
     bucky took the chair, and she refused his offer to sit on his lap, choosing to take the spot between his legs on the floor.
     “ladies first!” cherry sang, placing an empty bottle down on the table in the middle of the group.
     the youngest could hear bucky behind her flicking a lighter, chair squeaking under him when he bent forward to wrap an arm around her neck. the other went up to her lips, offering out a newly lit joint.
     she was going to push it away, but the memory of how relaxed she felt for those few moments after trying one for the first time had her parting her lips, accepting it when bucky slipped the dry paper between them.
     after cherry managed to direct her spin to land on sam, steve’s hand reached out for the bottle, thick fingers twisting it easily.
     bucky had only just pulled the joint back from her mouth when the rattling came to a slow stop, neck of the bottle pointing directly at her. she started choking around the stale air, watery eyes meeting the drummer’s nervously. his gaze was too heated, too piercing, and she quickly looked to the man behind her, breath uneven as she tried to settle her coughs.
     “what are you lookin’ at me for?” bucky sneered around a stiff smirk. “go ahead.”
     finally getting control of her lungs, she turned back to steve only to find him sat forward, ready to lean across the coffee table as soon as she did.
     her knees shook as she did so. it felt like the eyes of everyone in the room were burning into her. steve had both hands planted on the table supporting his weight, and she came to mirror him, choosing to remain on her knees instead of standing up and bending over like he was. his eyes flickered down to her lips the closer they got, fluttering shut once he was only a breath away.
     a pathetic squeak escaped her throat as their lips finally met, older placing a hand against her cheek.
     kissing steve was different than bucky; his beard was less scratchy than the brunet’s stubble and always seemed to be in the way no matter which way she tried to turn her head. and the alcohol on his lips was sharper than bucky’s usual beer, stinging against her own when it made contact with the small split she had in her flesh.
     he pulled away first, hand lingering for a second before he completely slumped back onto the couch. she refused to look at him, squirming back between bucky’s legs to try and hide as best she could, hand fumbling to take the joint from him. no one else seemed to care about what had just happened, probably because there was no need to. it was just a game.
     steve’s date took her turn, earning a kiss from cherry, and then bucky was leaning forward to have his. as the glass whirled around in a blur, the youngest finally chanced a look at steve, finding his stare fixed firmly on the table between them, tops of his cheeks slightly flushed.
     raucous hooting filled the air when the bottle stopped right on sam, both him and bucky giving each other stern looks. the singer offered up his date, and cherry glanced to bucky’s girl before planting a kiss to his cheek.
     she felt like she should be exempt from going since she technically just had a turn, but bucky was insistent. he gave her one more hit off the joint before nudging her forward. she swallowed harshly at the sight of her trembling hand, getting slightly annoyed that the drug wasn’t helping to ease her nerves like it had last time.
     when the bottle settled on steve, she felt her stomach seize up.
     “the closet… the closet!” sam cheered, grabbing hold of steve’s shoulder to shake the blond.
     “what?” she squawked, looking at bucky frantically.
     “it’s the rules, baby, you land on someone twice, you gotta do seven minutes in heaven.” he offered her the joint again, but this time she did push it away. “oh, stop. you’re even dressed the part!”
     as he pulled her to her feet and pushed her out into the hall toward an unmarked door, she tried to think of some excuse. technically she had only landed on steve once, the other time was his spin. that had to count for something, right?
     but any words died on her tongue, brunet opening the door to reveal what she guessed was a supply closet. steve stepped in behind her, door shutting with a click, bucky calling out, “i’m timing you, rogers!”
     was he encouraging this? all her thoughts were consumed by the echo of her mother’s voice warning, “i want you to remember this moment when he has you all hopped up on drugs, getting tossed around to all his friends!”
     it was nearly pitch black, only light coming from the edges of the doorframe, and her eyes took a few moments to adjust. she felt around, yelping when her hand found steve’s chest. kicking aside a mop bucket, she pressed herself against the wall opposite him.
     the drummer could practically hear her heart pounding beneath her skin, sigh leaving his lips. “i’m not gonna do anything…”
     “good!” she shrieked, finally able to make out his figure in the darkness. “i-i’m bucky’s…”
     “up bucky’s ass,” he scoffed, “i’m not gonna do anything because you don’t want to do anything.”
     the response caught her off guard, mouth hanging open before she noticed and snapped her lips shut.
     there was no way for her to keep track of time, but as the minutes melted together, she started to take notice of just how big steve was. the confined space only made his stature more apparent. not just vertically, but the blond was broad, too, with a thick chest and arms that strained against every shirt he wore, even the baggy flannel of his ‘costume.’ she supposed years of beating away at drums would do that to anyone, it was just that steve had a way of filling a space without even trying.
     bucky had that same effect, but it felt like a different kind of fullness. the two men were of similar builds, but bucky loomed large from his presence alone. even if he were to be half the man steve was physically, his aura was enough to knock the wind from anyone he set his sights on.
     steve felt like the opposite; choosing to stick to the shadows and try to keep himself as undetectable as possible.
     whether because of that alone, or the drug finally worming into her system, she calmed a little, chest puffing and deflating with a deep sigh. “thank you,” she started, trailing her eyes over the older. “for the… y’know…” her hands gestured vaguely, fingers grazing his chest.
     “you’re welcome.”
     another moment passed, the feeling of his eyes on her causing a heat to start simmering beneath her skin.
     “can you… can you stop looking at me?”
     he let out a short laugh, smirk remaining on his lips as he breathed out, “sorry.”
     in sam’s dressing room, steve’s date had long since left, and cherry was just on the cusp of passing out.
     “tryin’ to keep up appearances?” the singer grinned.
     bucky broke his gaze away from the door to shoot him a look. “what the hell is that supposed to mean?”
     sam snorted, laughing at the brunet. “you really wanna know?”
     annoyed, bucky sat back in his chair, throwing his hands into the air. “please, by all means, enlighten me.”
     “i think you’re full of shit,” sam stated matter-of-factly. “this whole set up,” he motioned to the forgotten bottle on the table, “was your weak-ass attempt to distract us all from the fact that your little cat and mouse game you like playing so much? it got the best of you.”
     “can you just speak like a normal fuckin’ person for once?! what the fuck are you talking about?!”
     “you fell for one of your little virgins.”
     bucky’s jaw tightened, fists forming around the arms of the chair before he took notice of sam’s shit-eating grin. with a chuckle, he tried to relax himself enough to convince his bandmate he was unfazed. “is that so? i’ve gone soft, huh? just given up the chase?”
     “nah, you still chasin’ her… but it ain’t in the way you want everyone thinkin’ it is.”
     swiping the bottle off the table so that it exploded against the wall, bucky stormed out of the room.
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     when the hotel room door opened, the bassist put out his cigarette and turned off the tv.
     “is everything all right?” she pouted, dropping their clothes from earlier on top of a suitcase before stepping out of her sneakers. “sam said you ran out. i had to get steve to bring me back.”
     “that was nice of him.”
     bucky was sitting on the edge of the bed, suit jacket thrown across the room and shirt almost completely unbuttoned. his headband was in pieces all over the place, little red horns crushed and broken near the window.
     hesitantly, she stepped toward him, going to take off her own headband.
     “keep it on.”
     when she looked to him again, he crooked a finger. for some reason, it felt like she was about to receive a scolding, older unhappy with something she’d done. if it was over the kiss, she’d be dumbfounded since it was all bucky’s idea.
     “i didn’t- steve and i didn’t do anything, i swear.”
     he grabbed hold of her wrists when she got close enough, pulling her in to stand between his knees. “i know you didn’t, bambi,” he cooed, easing a bit of her worries. “you’re my good girl, right?”
     something about the way his voice trembled, garbled a bit, had her heart swelling. “of course, bucky.” nodding, the older yanked on her arms until she fell on top of him. “w-wait…”
     bucky rolled them over, sliding them up the bed as she struggled. “sh, baby�� i just wanna look at ya.”
     and for a few moments, that’s all he did; staring down at the way her eyes remained glassy and slightly hooded from the pot, a distant fear swimming in them. his eyes traced the slope of her nose down to her lips, thumb coming up to run over a few bumps that lined her jaw. her breath hitched, twisting into a whimper when he ran the digit down her throat, feeling over the chain of her necklace.
     “you really are beautiful, you know that?”
     she couldn’t figure out what to say, left speechless and partially breathless at the words. and when he pulled away, she almost wanted to chase after him, afraid her lack of response had offended him in some way.
     standing at the foot of the bed, bucky held his arms out between them, fixing his pointer fingers and thumbs in such a way to mimic someone lining up a photograph. one eye of his was shut as she stared through the metaphorical frame at him.
     he knelt back on the mattress, crawling up to reach for the nightstand where she realized he’d placed her camera.
     “nothing like last time,” he promised when she went to protest. “i just wanna get a shot of you in your costume.”
     sighing, she let him take his place back at her feet, this time framing her within the actual lens of the camera. she was about to ask him if she should pose or maybe sit up, but the flash suddenly burst across her vision. bucky took the picture between his fingers, pressing it to his chest until the image started fading in.
     “you look like a painting,” he marveled, placing the camera back before sliding up beside her. she glanced at the little square, frozen in the same position as she appeared in it.
     when he dropped the photograph to cup her cheek, she leaned into his touch. whatever had come over him, whatever was fueling this sudden tenderness, she held onto it just like every other moment when the older showed this side of himself.
     his lips were chapped as they pressed to hers, keeping her preoccupied so his hand could drop to skim over her thigh.
     “b-bucky…” she stammered, grasping the hem of her costume in an attempt to keep the garment over her hips.
     it was pointless, bucky’s hand finding its way beneath the cheap fabric, fingers dancing along the front of her panties.
     “bambi…” his eyebrows were pulled together when she finally opened her eyes to look at him. with a single tug he had her dress bunched at her waist, revealing the padded panties beneath. “this what’s got you so worried?” it wasn’t the only reason, but it was definitely a big one. “oh, bambi… you think a little blood’s gonna scare me?”
     just as he slipped a finger under the waistband of her underwear, a smarting began in her core, pain etching across her face.
     “you hurtin’, baby?”
     “um… a little…”
     bucky sat up then, motioning for her to do the same. “c’mon, up on your knees.”
     she did so slowly, gasping when he spun her around and pushed her forward onto her elbows. his hands were hot against her skin, trailing up her thighs to get back under her dress. every muscle in her body went rigid the second his fingers started peeling her panties back, fabric slipping over her hips with a tug. despite what he’d said, she still squeezed her eyes shut in shame, mortified to even think about what the older was looking at.
     “fuck, bambi,” he groaned out, letting go of the elastic so it snapped at the sides of her knees. his palms splayed across her ass, parting the flesh until she shivered out another gasp. her eyes shot open when one of them came down on her with a loud smack. “stay still for a second.”
     she didn’t dare move, arms shaking with the urge to fall onto her face so she could bury it into the pillows. the bed behind her was shifting, a few things rattling around on the nightstand before he returned to his position at her backside. something tapped along her skin, older leaning in so she could feel his stubble graze her.
     he inhaled deeply, tongue running over the trail his nose had just followed. his hand once again made contact with her ass, bucky sniffling a few times before grunting as he dipped his middle finger into her slit. “so tight when i catch you off guard like this,” he mused, “i can’t wait to get a piece of you.”
     still inching his digit in and out of her, his free hand set up another line along her cheek; nose, tongue, and palm repeating his earlier actions. the sharp sting of his teeth was new, causing her to clench around him, shaky moan falling from her lips.
     “like it, angel?” he grinned, adding in a second finger at the same time he began pushing down on her shoulders until she collapsed into the pillows.
     she was partially thankful for it, finally able to hide her face in the bedding. her yelp was muffled when he struck her again, demanding an answer. “y-yes,” she croaked, lifting her head just long enough to get the confession out.
     “yeah? how ‘bout this?” his fingers curled further, pushing down to dig into the spongy mass inside her walls. the squelching sounds of it got drowned out by her moan. “take that as a yes,” he laughed, forcing his fingers in to the knuckles. she seized up under the pressure, trembling knees causing her to shake all the way up to her hips.
     the sight had him sighing from the depths of his chest, hand leaving her shoulders to press into the top of her mound. he could feel the bulge of his fingers inside, abusing the bundle between them. she quickly devolved into whimpers and stunted cries the faster he flicked his digits.
     a pressure was building within her gut, edging out the ache of cramps and nerves, leaving behind this almost full feeling.
     bucky’s knuckles slapped against her, trickle of blood starting to run down between her thighs. “such a dirty girl, bambi… so sensitive, huh?”
     she couldn’t speak, could hardly even think, only managing pants and throaty whines while he fucked into her with his fingers. the arch of her back had her spine aching, but it only added to the bliss spreading out through her limbs. another harsh slap to her ass finally did her in, broken sob punching from her lungs as the heat exploded into every nerve in her body.
     “that’s it, baby, that’s it…” bucky watched as she gushed around him, slowly easing his hand to a stop. her back was rising and falling rapidly, little wings fluttering from the movement. with a squelch, he ripped his fingers from her, wrapping them around the base of the wings. all it took was one harsh tug before the fabric started to rip, easily getting torn right down the back.
     she didn’t even react, still trying to catch her breath while he shredded the thing to pieces. her sleeves were all that was left, older using the body of the dress to wipe off his hand and her thighs.
     “here,” he guided, fixing her panties back around her hips. “lie down, sweetheart.” she did so, slumping over onto her side heavily. bucky proceeded to pull the last of the costume off of her, plucking the headband from her head carefully. everything was thrown over the side of the bed, mixing in with the rest of the mess he’d left around the room.
     she watched him as he sat back against the headboard, goosebumps rising over her bare skin from the chilled air, causing her to tuck her hands against her chest to try and cover up a bit. bucky smiled down at her softly, holding her gaze as he reached for his cigarettes and lighter. the skin of his right hand was stained pink, older having no problem using it to hold his smoke once it was lit.
     “feels better, don’t it?”
     his words and the glance he gave her stomach made her realize that the cramps had dissipated. “yeah,” she nodded, “thank you.”
     his lips quirked around his cigarette. “my pleasure.” with a nod of his head, he motioned for her to get under the covers, pulling the duvet up around her shoulders when she wiggled beneath it. “get some sleep, sweetheart. we’re both gonna need to catch a shower tomorrow.”
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     bucky stood over the younger’s sleeping form for a minute, taking in the sight of her last few moments of peace before he had to wake her. smirking, he tucked the gold chain in his hand completely inside his fist and leaned over her. beads of water dripped off the ends of his hair onto her chest, quickly getting wiped away with his tongue. when he started dotting little kisses along her collarbones, she finally stirred.
     “rise and shine, sleepyhead.”
     she looked to him through squinted eyes, blinking a few times to try and clear the fog of sleep from them. bucky grinned down at her before capturing her lips. she could almost feel the excitement radiating off of him, older practically vibrating with it.
     “i got you somethin’,” he beamed, sitting back and pulling her up with him. trying to keep the sheets around her chest, she watched him hold up his fist in front of her face. “open it.”
     “what?” a curious grin was creeping over her lips.
     “your gift’s inside,” he clarified.
     another beat passed between them before she finally began laughing at his antics, taking hold of his rough hand in both of her own. he fought her efforts to pry his fingers apart, chuckling at the crease that formed between her brows. it was her little huffs of frustration that eventually did him in, fingers popping open to reveal the prize.
     a triumphant smile came and went just as quickly as she realized what exactly she was looking at. “bucky…” the name fell from her lips as she read it dangling from the end of the matching gold chain.
     “here,” he instructed, draping the necklace over her head, fingers fiddling with the clasp until it was secure. the metal grazed over her skin, forcing a shiver from her as he spun it around so his name was on display between her collarbones. “looks good on you.”
     slowly, she reached up to touch the letters. with a gulp, her fingers found their way to the other piece of jewelry that always sat around her neck. and just as she suspected, the cross was positioned below the new addition, bucky’s name taking the forefront.
     even more disheartening was how little she found herself caring. the sentiment of the gift and the hopeful smile on the older’s face was enough to have her yanking on the collar of his shirt until their mouths met.
~
     “how many days we got in vegas?”
     steve looked up from the paper he was reading to glance at sam. “show tonight, another one on friday, one after that’s not until… next wednesday? do the math.”
     “i’ll just take your word for it and enjoy my damn days off,” sam groaned.
     the blond laughed at him, eyes flicking over to bucky and his girl. she met his gaze for a second before they both looked away, steve clearing his throat. “i’m, uh… i’m gonna head home for a few of ‘em.” that got her attention again, slight furrow to her brows.
     “why?” bucky asked around a mouthful of bacon.
     “no reason…”
     “hey,” sam interjected, “stop by my place and get me those boots i forgot. ones with the little red wings on ‘em.”
     pretending to write on his hand, steve mumbled, “sam’s… hideous… boots… got it.”
     the two of them went back and forth, ignoring bucky when he stood to make his way over to where tony was sitting on the other side of the diner. he could feel his girl’s eyes on him, but made sure to keep his back to her.
     “what, satan?”
     “that was for one night only,” bucky grinned. there were papers scattered across the older’s booth, one hand digging into his temple with a cigarette between his fingers, other furiously scribbling in a notebook. “i need you to do me a couple favors.”
     that brought the scribbling to a halt, tony slowly turning his head to look at the bassist. “oh, well, thank god. i was starting to run out of shit to do.”
     “i know, i know… busy man. i get it.” casually reaching into his jeans, bucky pulled out a little vial, waving it to show that it was full enough for the white powder within to stay in place. “make it worth your while?”
     they stared at each other, one of tony’s brows quirking, until the older was taking the small bottle into his grasp. “how can i be of service?”
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navybrat817 · 9 months
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The new promo pics of Sebastian for Dumb Money are giving, Rockstar Bucky, trying to clean up his image for reader. Though much like the end of Grease, he arrives to find his reader looking smoking hot. He might die on the spot or melt into the earth, he definitely needs to pick his jaw up off the ground and at least roll up these damn sleeves; let those tatts breath... You know ❤🔥
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Love that, nonnie!
I can also see our White Wolf having to clean up for an interview or event. Not his normal style, but at least he still gets to wear black, right? Luna, of course, teases him about the look.
"Who are you trying to impress?" you ask, playing with the collar of his shirt.
"No on. It's fucking PR and I hate it."
"Hmm. Lose the jacket and roll up the sleeves. Be you."
"If I get yelled at, I'm blaming you," he smirks, licking his lips appreciatively. "And that's what YOU'RE wearing?" he asks. The black dress leaves little to the imagination as you do a slow turn.
"If I have my way, I won't be wearing it for long."
*****
Love and thanks! ❤️
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muffinengineer86 · 1 year
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MuffinEngineer's Captain Bottom Bingo Master Lists
Last Update: January, 24th 2023
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Captain Bottom Bingo Round #1 Collaborator(s): MuffinEngineer86  Card: #CB009
A1 - Bed Sharing
Monster (Hunter) Stories - Chapter5: Thank You for Saving me Pairing / Ship(s): Darcy Lewis/Steve Rogers/Bucky Barnes Rating: Teens and up
A2 - Tiny Frog + Monthly Challenge “5+1 things”
Dating Trouble - Chapter4: Spied Five Times and Caught Once Part 2 Pairing / Ship(s): Darcy Lewis/Steve Rogers Rating: Explicit
A3 - “I’ll do anything.”
Holiday Hangover Spa - Chapter 3: Spa Weekend Part 1 Pairing / Ship(s): Darcy Lewis/Steve Rogers/Brock Rumlow Rating: Teens and up
A4 - Accidental marriage
One Night in Asgard - Chapter1: The Harvest Festival Pairing / Ship(s): Darcy Lewis/Steve Rogers Rating: Teens and Up
A5 - Snowball fight
Snowball Fight - A Dating Trouble Two Shot - Chapter 1: Artificial Snowballs Pairing / Ship(s): James “Bucky” Barnes/Darcy Lewis/Steve Rogers Rating: Teens and up 
B1 - Aliens made them do it
One Night in Asgard - Chapter2: The Morning After Pairing / Ship(s): Darcy Lewis/Steve Rogers Rating: Teens and Up
B2 - Picture: Cartoon Captain America suited-up saluting with his shield in hand
Monster (Hunter) Stories - Chapter6: The Abandoned House Pairing / Ship(s): James “Bucky” Barnes/Darcy Lewis/Steve Rogers Rating: Mature
B3 - “But it’s where the fossils came from.” (Original prompt “I raise up the hopeless” replaced with adoptable)
Dating Trouble - Chapter6: Iced Hot Chocolate Pairing / Ship(s): James “Bucky” Barnes/Steve Rogers Rating: General
B4 - AU: Rockstar
Tattoos & Music - Chapter 1: Butts & Shopping Pairing / Ship(s): Darcy Lewis/Steve Rogers Rating: Teens and up
B5 - Identity porn
Tattoos & Music - Chapter 2: Christmas Trees & Accidents Pairing / Ship(s): Darcy Lewis/Steve Rogers Rating: Explicit
C1 - “Anyone wants to get out?” (Original prompt “Creature: Banshee” replaced with adoptable)
Holiday Hangover Spa - Chapter 1: Holiday Hangover Spa Pairing / Ship(s): Darcy Lewis/Steve Rogers/Brock Rumlow Rating: Teens and up
C2 - Haircut
Snowball Fight - A Dating Trouble Two Shot - Chapter 2: Sweaters and Hot Chocolate Pairing / Ship(s): James “Bucky” Barnes/Darcy Lewis/Steve Rogers Rating: Teens and up
C3 - Free Space
Of Witches, Witchers, and Werebears - Chapter 5: Dreams, Memories, and Family Pairing / Ship(s): James "Bucky" Barnes & Steve Rogers Rating: Teens and up
C4 - “Family is secretly magic” (Original prompt “Flashing Memories” replaced with adoptable) 
Monster (Hunter) Stories - Chapter4: Saving Stranger Darcy Part 2 Pairing / Ship(s): James “Bucky” Barnes/Darcy Lewis/Steve Rogers Rating: Teens and up
C5 - Sex tape
Dating Trouble: Happy Birthday, Darcy Pairing / Ship(s): James “Bucky” Barnes/Darcy Lewis/Steve Rogers Rating: Explicit
D1 - Miscommunication
Holiday Hangover Spa - Chapter 2: Blackout Pairing / Ship(s): Darcy Lewis/Steve Rogers/Brock Rumlow Rating: Teens and up
D2 - Creature: Doppelganger
Of Witches, Witchers, and Werebears - Chapter 7: Arm, Doppelganger, and Rescue Pairing / Ship(s): James “Bucky” Barnes & Steve Rogers Rating: Teens and up
D3 - Picture: Steve looked into the camera with a soft smile; clean-shaved
Dating Trouble - Chapter7: First Date Drive-In Pairing / Ship(s): Darcy Lewis/Steve Rogers Rating: Teens and Up
D4 - AU: Single parent
Dating Trouble - Chapter1: The Lemonade Connection Pairing / Ship(s): Darcy Lewis/Steve Rogers Rating: General
D5 - Compulsion
Monster (Hunter) Stories - Chapter3: Saving Stranger Darcy Pairing / Ship(s): James “Bucky” Barnes/Darcy Lewis/Steve Rogers Rating: Teens and up
E1 - Sex Toy
Delivering Opportunities - Chapter 1: Bad Packaging Pairing / Ship(s): Darcy Lewis/Steve Rogers Rating: Explicit
E2 - You look amazing
Delivering Opportunities - Chapter3: Enthusiastic Kissing Pairing / Ship(s): Darcy Lewis/Steve Rogers Rating: Explicit
E3 - “On your left.”
Monster (Hunter) Stories - Chapter2: Saving Stranger Steve Pairing / Ship(s): James “Bucky” Barnes/Darcy Lewis/Steve Rogers Rating: Teens and up
E4 - Creature: Has tentacles
Monster (Hunter) Stories - Chapter7: Bucky’s Cat Pairing / Ship(s): James “Bucky” Barnes/Darcy Lewis/Steve Rogers Rating: Teens and up
E5 - AU: A/B/O
Delivering Opportunities - Chapter2: Short Negotiations Pairing / Ship(s): Darcy Lewis/Steve Rogers Rating: Explicit
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buckysboobs · 2 years
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hello my angel! i hope you’re having an amazing weekend. i’m sending you all the hugs in the world because you deserve so much love. you are so sweet and make me smile! and yes i agree with all of your slutty thoughts and want nick to hold and gun to my throat and steve a knife <3
i’m done with this bull shit!!! i’m dropping out of college and becoming steve’s basement wife/personal fuck doll
i’m crying tears of literal cum
soft dad vibes shejehwhs fucking shit i’m a whore
fuck... i wanna be douche bag rockstar!bucky’s little fan girl who he treats like shit and shows off like a piece of meat
he’s so.. daddy i’m quivering
a soft one because i’m having a stressful day and this made me blush shsjhehebs
one last thing. i think we need to talk more about seb getting greys. imagine him growing his hair back to the steve length with a clean shaven face. all i have to say is i’m ready for him to look like this tHiS THISSS (sorry, mads makes my pussy tingle)
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hi my sweet darling! i hope you're doing well, i missed talking to you. you're so sweet oh my god, sending you lots of hugs and kisses as well, you're the absolute sweetest and you make my day
god he is so fucking? 🥴 i cant beging to describe how willing i am to be his basement wife.
IM SCREMAIFNFJ NOT CUM 😭😭 hes so fucking unreal i need him to YELL at me
TBE DAD VIBES OH MY GOD oh to have him hold and dance around with me like that while we laugh and have fun.. gonna cry.
ROCKSTAR BUCKY WOULD BE SO DISGUSTING?? imagine him picking you and taking you backstage and then shotgunning with you? yeah..
HES SO FUCKIFNDDJ?_??$ RHE FACES HE MAKES HE LOOKS SO STERN OH MY GOD!$!$
i love bucky so so much i miss him so much my sweet baby boy my angel princess i would die for him ☹️
baby, i need this so fucking bad. seb would look SEXY AS FUCK with grey hair, and oh my god wait you might really convince me to GET IT with mads because wow.. im seeing it now. sebastian would make the sexiest hottest dilfiest silver fox
i hope you're having a good day my love, sending lots of love and kisses to you 💞
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babyboibucky · 3 years
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Does rockstar bucky live in his van
He is rich AS FUCK so he lives in a luxurious RV trailer like this (only when he’s on road tours, but mans gotta pretty nice house)
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And his trailer has a huge ass bathroom with a bathtub where he takes LONG AND THOROUGH SHOWERS with reader 😌
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stuckysdumbbitch · 2 years
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backstage pass
summary: the drummer takes interest on your friend, or so you thought.
pairings: dark! rockstar! bucky x naive! reader x dark! rockstar! steve x fan girl! nat
warnings: 18+ content, noncon, dubcon, smut, drugging, oral (f and m receiving), everyone is bi, degradation, un consensual piercing?, orgy, unconsensual filming, drug use, misogyny and sexism, slight sexualization of lesbianism from bucky and steve, if i missed any please let me know!
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the lights of the arena were too bright for you, accompanied by the shrieks of fans, all you could do was groan as your best friend jumped erratically beside you, her tits spilling off her bra as she tried to catch the drummer’s attention.
“Nat, relax.” you muttered, her uncharacteristic behavior annoying you too. She was usually the coolest of the two, but since she found out her favorite band was coming to town, she swore that Bucky Barnes, the drummer with playboy tendencies, was going to fall in love with her and take her backstage.
You gasped when Natasha pulled down her thong at the middle of an elaborate riff that Steve Rogers, the guitarist, was playing. She balled the material and launched it at the back of the stage, getting caught in Bucky’s stick. He showed a toothy smile, teeth so sharp they resembled a shark’s, and smelled the fabric before pocketing it in his leather pants.
And your jaw dropped when at the end of the show, a big burly man came over and invited the two to over to backstage. Nat grinned at you in a “I told you” manner, and you just rolled your eyes.
The dressing room was just as you imagined; Bucky was snorting the powder you assumed was coke, and Steve was undressing from his sweaty clothes. Wanda Maximoff, the bassist, left as soon as you entered, muttering something about how disgusting her band mates were. The backup guitarist was no where to be seen, probably going out with the other bunch of groupies.
The room smelled like alcohol, sex and smoke. The infamous rockstar ate the two of you with his eyes, from Natasha’s knee length boots and low cut dress to your pleather skirt and pink bustier. Instantly, Nat begun bubbling over how amazing the show was, and how she loved Bucky’s music. You sat down shyly, scared to move around in the overcrowded couch and find something you shouldn’t.
Steve plopped next to you, now clean from the shower but the scent of cigars still lurching inside you.
“You liked the show?” He asked, head rolled back to lay in the couch as his dilated pupils skimmed over your breasts. Before you could process it, Steve was trying to sneak his ringed hand between your thighs.
“Well, I’m going home!” you squealed, suddenly getting up. The ambience was too heavy for you, too dense to even breathe. Both rockstars looked at each other then laughed, Nat was too busy observing Bucky to even answer when you asked her to come back to you. You left the room disgusted with the smell imprinted on your clothes, and found Wanda outside going on her phone. She looked up when she heard the door being closed, and furrowed her brow.
“You left?” She asked you, taking another bite of the apple on her hand. You nodded quickly, rubbing your face in frustration. “Well I don’t think you are getting a taxi at this time, you can come hang out with me and Sam on the other room.”
She signaled to the room she was going, two doors across the broad hallway.
“Yeah, that sounds better.” you muttered.
And it honestly was; Sam and Wanda were nicer and the air was just more breathable. you stayed around an hour talking to them, telling them how Nat dragged you to the concert and was now making out with a super star.
“I think Nat would be finished by now,” You groaned, looking at the clock. “Gonna go look for her.”
Sam chuckled “Nah, she ain’t waking up until tomorrow.”
He said it with such normality, you had to rethink it.
“What?” you asked, clearly not understanding. The two begun to laugh.
“What? do you think we just suddenly wanted to spend some fucking time with a random ass girl?” Wanda snickered, her green eyes becoming judging. “You left your fucking friend with two rockstars, what else do you think would happen?”
The words hit you like a truck, and you were suddenly banging the door to get out.
“Oh for fucks sake,” Sam groaned, walking yo to you. “You wanna go with your friend? I’ll take you with your friend.”
He unlocked the door and dragged you to the other dressing room, and you didn’t know if it was a good idea anymore. But before anything, he shoved you inside and locked the door again. The charismatic back up bassist had delivered you like a sacrificial lamb.
The image before you was unsettling; Nat was on all fours, her eyes half closed as cum coated her body, ass red and neck full with darkening hickeys. In her mouth she still held Steve, and Bucky was making his way up to you.
“Look whos here,” He told the camera he held in his hand, an arm wrapping around your shoulders as he shook you. “The little Judas.”
His hand wrapped around your neck to lift your head, making you look at the camera. From behind your view, Steve left Natasha and neared dangerously to you in all his naked glory. Down his powerful arms, tattoos scattered, the ink over his pale skin as if it was containing his bulging muscles. Bucky was beefy, but more lithe.
“I didn’t know you were such monsters!” you squeaked as Steve picked you up and sat you in his lap after laying in the couch. His hand slipped towards your thigh, as if it was the wish that was taken away from him. His fingers traced over your fishnet tights as Bucky positioned the camera on the table he was previously snorting from. His fingers, long and thick, tangled in Natasha’s hair and made her crawl towards the mass of bodies yours and Steve’s where.
“You know how I got her like this?” Bucky wandered, bringing the desensitized Nat closer. “You need a soft tranquilizer and a powerful aphrodisiac, and you get your perfect groupie kitty.”
Steve’s arms suddenly round you, holding you still as Bucky neared a glass to your face, having to pinch your nose for you to drink it. The bitter liquid sloshed down your throat no matter how hard you try to evade it.
“You hurt Stevie’s feelings when you left like that, though we could have fun with your whore friend, until she let slip that you were a virgin.” The drummer taunted, pulling down your socks only to the knee to get a good grip of your panties; you felt the effect of whatever shit he gave you as he ripped your underwear. “Wanna fuck this virgin pussy with this sweet fishnets.”
You got distracted as Steve undid your top, your tits now free as he pulled down the zipper of your skirt and Bucky worked on your boots. Now immobile, you resorted to crying, only sound you could make were some words and whimpers. The glimmer of a knife caught your eye, a meek little sound escaping your lips as Bucky set it aside and pulled your only con thing item, the stockings, on again. Your new wetness drenched the material and Bucky fisted Natasha’s hair once more, pulling her jaw down with the other as her tongue rolled out.
He shoved her face into your core, having you cry when her wet muscle started eating your sweet honey with wanton, the blond guitarist pulling your legs further apart. The brunet accompanied his friend on the couch, pumping furiously his cock as he watched the redhead eat you out with such need; he slipped his other hand to pull your lips open so Natasha could further fuck her wet muscle into your cavity. You tried not to look at her green eyes, absorbed in lust totally forced on her.
The drummer’s fingers connected with your clitoris as the guitarist groped your chest, pinching your nipples to the point of pain, but you only got wetter from this. You felt the knot begun to tighten at your center, something so deliciously sinful you could help but rock your hips towards it.
Natasha laid her tongue flat and pressed it against you, letting the buck of your hips drive you into your first ever orgasm. You let out a loud moan, your head falling back from the stimulation. Your best friend was in awe, watching you cum against her tongue inciting her to sneak her hand in between her legs and begun rubbing at her own puffy clit.
Her ministration were cut short when Bucky’s hand collided against her cheek, sending her off you in the way.
“What the fuck you think you were doing?” He growled, although he seemed more excited than angry. Natasha stammered, something inside her still wanting to please her favorite rockstar. “You know what happens to slutty girls that don’t behave?”
Natasha whimpered, and you came back to your instincts, Steve’s erection now between your ass cheeks as his hand trailed down your belly to rub against your clitoris, slightly numb from the breathtaking orgasm you just had.
Bucky was collecting a things around the room, a lighted, a needle, and a velvet box.
He sat on the mahogany coffee table, grabbing Nat by the neck to pull her against his chest, pinching and tweaking her nipples. Your eyes widened when you put the pieces together, but fluttered shut at Steve’s relentless ministration sending jolts all over your body.
“You want this?”Bucky whispered, making the redhead nod against him. He burned the end of the needle, taking hold of Nat’s tit. He carefully threaded the needle through the erected flesh. Nat’s moan shocked you, her pleasure unknown you; the drummer quickly placed the first piercing and cleaned it with pure vodka. She hissed, taking Bucky’s hand to place it on the healing piercing.
Steve shoved your face into the couch seat, suddenly putting you in all fours to rip a hole in the crotch of you tights. He rubbed his thick cock over your entrance, pressing the tip against your clit to watch you squirm as drowsily as you could.
You watched Nat, with bars piercings and drugged out of her mind, but Bucky’s attention was all over you again.
“C’mon, kiss your pretty friend.” He encouraged, and Natasha lazily complied, lips slotting over yours as her tongue invaded yours, kissing you slowly until she pulled back to spit inside your tongue. “You nasty girl.”
Steve chuckled, one of the first sounds he made in that night.
“Gonna rape this virgin cunt.” he grinned, and your eyes widened at how crudely he said those lewd words. You started to whimper, and Bucky placed his khol lined eyes on your trembling figure. He looked at you with such interest as Steve lined his cock with your entrance, as if he was waiting to savor your scream.
As a burning pain blossomed on your core, you bit your lip to hush your cries; more tears rolled down your cheeks. The blond guitarist didn’t like your silence, so he squeezed your cheeks in his hand until you were forced to make the sounds he considered music. He took his time getting inside you, breaking open your walls as slowly as possible. When he was fully seated in side, he took a deep breathe, waiting for Bucky’s command. Both him and Nat watched intently, Steve’s fingers tightening around your hips.
“Go on blondie.” Bucky ushers, and the guitarist gives an experimental thrust, loosing himself in how tight and warm you are. His movements pick up, your delicate walls rushing to accommodate to his abuse, the squelching sound resonating in the sound proof room.
Steve’s groans turn into growls when he bends forward to smell the sweet coconut shampoo in your hair, his arm snaking underneath your womb to press himself against you, hitting your g spot and having you mewl like a cat for him. The pain started to turn into a blinding pleasure, that had your mouth wide open for Bucky to suddenly slip his cock inside. Your gargled against the appendage, spit coming out of the corners of your mouth as Bucky slided his hands between your locks. You felt your heart beating against your chest as the two begun thrusting rhythmically, your chest now pressing against the arm rest as they pulled you the two different ways, you could feel your back crackling under their rough ministrations.
Bucky fucked your mouth to his desire, making you choke and clench around Steve again and again. Something deep inside forgot how your body was being assaulted, a warm fuzzy feeling being awoken by the two strong rockstars manhandling you for their own gratification, finding delight inside your drenched holes.
“Making me feel so good,” Steve murmured into your ear before licking your neck. His words came out more frantic and sloppier as so did his thrusts. Before squeezing the life out of your hips, he pulled out his cock and painted your puffy folds and fishnets with his thick cum.
Steve smeared his own cum into your ass and gave it a hard spank, a view that stirred up Bucky’s instincts; he held your head until your nose was touching his pelvis and his long cock was way past your gag reflex. The salty warmth spilled into your mouth, making you whimper softly. In his release, the rockstar looked like a god, sweat shining over his tattooed chest, veins popping in his arms and growls leaving his parted, pink lips.
He came down off his high suspiring, slipping his cock out of your mouth, then holding your jaw shut so he could make sure you swallowed.
“We are going to have so much fun with you.” He smirked, and you didn’t even know if it was a statement or a warning.
You woke up the next day having regained the partial control of your limbs. You couldn’t remember the night after the part where Steve made you ride him, just you falling face-first into his strong chest. In your grogginess, you saw Nat passed out on the floor, carelessly sprawled with dried cum on her belly. You were more taken care of; dressed in a huge your t-shirt and cuddled under a blanket. As memories flooded, you ran your hand over your face searching for your clothes in the mess of the dressing room. You begun to cry, from the physical pain and humiliation you felt on the pit of your stomach, but you knew you had to get out of there as quickly as possible-
“C’mon pretty thing, take my cock-there you go, nice and deep.”
Those words brought attention to what was happening behind the couch. On a big screen TV popped up your fucked up face, your body hunching over Bucky’s lithe abdomen, cock burried in your pink pussy as his ringed hands moved your hips on top of him. Behind the couch, the two men stood bathed and changed, watching the video like a director watched his best movie.
“What do you think Stevie?”Bucky mocked, eyes skipping your figure.
“She just won an all exclusive experience, coming on tour with us.”
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BROOKLYN BABY- J.B BARNES
Pairing: Sub! Rockstar! Bucky  x Groupie! Female! Reader
Word Count: 940 (just a lil pick me up)
Summary: the tough and brooding bucky barnes having a mommy kink? something you weren't expecting, but god were you pleased about it.
Warnings: smut implied, tit play (baby bucky suckin n playing with them), mommy kink, petnames, drugs mentioned 
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Bucky was a deceiver. 
That was one of the first things you learned about him and his ways. The intimating, brooding, silent treatment he gave off was a lie. If looks could kill, his would have gut you clean from the inside the first time you saw him up on that stage, electric guitar in hand. 
He was as hypnotizing as the smoke that swirled around over the bodies of people, his muscles gleaming with tattoos, the chains and black leather fitting him like a glove. 
The electric guitarist from The Brooklyns was your typical, stoned-faced, silent treatment kind of guy. The only time he ever wanted attention on him was when his fingers would fly across the cords during his solos, the coloured lights shining on him as the crowd would roar in delight. 
Other than that, he stood in the corner, observing. 
Staring. 
Always watching, always on alert.
 His staring menstruations always tended to be on you, the constant feeling of baby blues on your back whenever you stepped backstage. Whether you were lighting a blunt, or laughing at one of the bandmember's jokes, you always felt him, just silently watching. 
You never minded. 
You knew you had to be patient, unravelling Bucky. If he was an open book, that book would be buried deep under the Atlantic, kept in a vault made of stone and iron. 
You got along with all the guys, being the band's groupie. Well, one of them. Steve, Sam and Natasha were all outgoing, welcoming you in with open arms. But it had taken time for Bucky to let you in. You had always been entranced by him, savouring his company, even if it wasn't much company at all. 
When the other members would head out to their trailers, tugging along a person that fancied their eye, Bucky would stay with you. 
Always. 
The lights were dimmed, a record would crackle from the player as you’d silently pass him the blunt you were working on. His knee would brush yours, a sign of reassurance.
I’ll listen if you want to talk. I just won’t respond. his eyes would always say, the piercings in his ears shining in the light as he’d run his fingers through the strands. 
That was fine with you. It always was, because you knew one night, that’d change.
 Like tonight.
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“Who would have thought hmm?” you smiled down at him, watching his eyes glaze over with lust as you lifted the tank top from over your head. The silver bars through your nipples shimmered in the dim, hazy lighting, no bra to cover them. 
Bucky moaned at the sight, readjusting himself in his pants.
 His hands snaked out to touch them, just a feel of your soft skin would drive him insane, the way they’d fit perfectly in his hands- 
“No touching without permission.” you gripped his outstretched hand, emitting a hiss from his soft lips. “Please.” he grumbled, eyes peering up at you from where he sat perched under you, your breasts at his eye level. “What was that?” you teased, running your fingers through his hair to jerk his head back sharply, staring calmly into his eyes.
 Like you weren't making a mess on his lap with each shuttering breath you took.
 “Please sweetheart. I need- I need to touch you.” he whispered, hands reaching out to stroke your ink covered hips. 
Stroking.
 A whisper of his touch brazed your skin, causing goosebumps to appear as you shuddered. “Mghm-” was all you could manage before his mouth was on you, sucking your breast as his other hand came up to kneed the other. “God Jamie-” you gasped, gripping his hair tightly as your head lolled back, your eyes rolling back in pleasure. 
Wet licking and popping sounds merged with your moans, drool stringing to his lips as he let go to look at you. “You’re such a good boy. Such a good good boy.” you cooed, bending down to capture his lips with yours your hands sliding to cup his jaw. He moaned, moaned at the praise alone, tongue battling for dominance as he kissed your swollen lips. 
You could smell the sweet, sickly scent of your perfume on his lips, and he wasted no time switching his assault to your other breast, kissing it tenderly. Licking, he swirled his tongue around the metal bar, making you gasp. The pleasure he was providing spiraled down your very bones, your core warming as he tugged on your nipple, twisting and pinching it in a loving gesture. 
“Mommy…” he whispered hungrily, peering up at you with soft eyes. 
You almost came right then and there. Bliss was in an arms reach as he smiled up at you, pupils blown wide, dimples appearing. Surely you had died, and gone to heaven- right?
 “You’re making mommy feel so good honey.” you praised, arching into his touch as he cupped your breasts, seeing him smile as they fit perfectly in his palms. “Gonna reward you.” you reassured, wrapping your arms around his neck as you began to roll your hips against him. 
“Mmgh god please-” he begged, voice hoarse and gravelly as you spurred him on. “Never wanted a dick like I’ve wanted yours Jamie. Want you to finish in my mouth.” you confessed, weaving your long nails through the curled ends at the nape of his neck.
 “God if you keep saying things like that sweetheart-” You just giggled with a smile, letting your hand roam down to palm him teasingly. A hiss left through his clenched teeth, a warning.
 You had finally opened the book at last, it seemed.
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the hills | rockstar!bucky
pairing: rockstar!bucky x popstar!reader
summary: bucky calls in a favour.
warnings: enemies to lovers, sexual themes, toxic behaviour, swearing
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i only call you when it's half-past five, the only time that i'll be by your side. i only love it when you touch me, not feel me, when I'm fucked up, that's the real me ...
Y/N moved away from Bucky, making her way through the crowd to grab her coat and hopefully leave this club before he could someone snake his way back to her. Bucky smirked, grabbing his drink from the table and allowing her a fair advantage before he too moved through the crowd. Except, unlike her, he was stopped by Val, her hand stuck against his chest. 
     - Hey Val. Nice party you got going here. 
     - Yeah, I don’t remember inviting you. Yet, here you are. - she crossed her arms. - Leave her alone, Bucky. She doesn’t wanna talk to you.
     - Thanks for the tip, Val. - he gestured with his fingers a small salute, unbothered by her words as he continued with his search.
     - Bucky! - she followed him through the crowd, extending her hand to grab his shirt and pull him back. - Bucky, leave her alone. 
     - Is she paying you to be her bodyguard? - he turned around, upset he’d lost track of Y/N and was now dealing with Valerie of all people. - I’m not doing anything wrong, just wanna talk.
     - To apologise? - she cocked her head to the side. - Are you gonna apologise? Are you sober enough you actually feel guilty of what you did to her? Trying the squeaky clean act?
     - What would you fucking know about it, Valerie?! Weren’t you too hooked on prescription meds to notice anything? 
Valerie took a step back, lips pursed and fists closed. He wouldn’t put it past her, she was always the most volatile, thus the most fun for him to rile up. However, it was none of her business what had happened between Y/N and him. Not that this conversation was any useful for anything other than make her get out of his sight. Y/N had always been good at avoiding crowds, she was always extremely good at running from them or fully avoiding them. 
She was good and thankfully the clerk had given her coat fast enough for her to be outside the club and inside the first taxi she could see. She mumbled her address to the driver, leaning her head against the fogged as the radio played a song almost as if to mock her. Anna was right, the Howls first song had been an almost perfect rock sensation but hearing it only brought back more memories. The drummers were almost haunting with his voice faintly mixed with the lead singer, the words flowing into empty promises “and I will sleep by your side, my sweet baby”. 
     - We’re here, Miss. 
She fished her bag for some change, offering it to the taxi driver before walking to her apartment door. She almost dragged herself through the empty halls, pressing her apartment floor and then pushing her flat’s door with her side. Y/N threw the keys onto the porcelain plate, staring into the darkness with her back against the door. There was this overwhelming sense of heaviness she couldn’t particularly explain. 
Y/N sighed, removing her shoes and walking up to her room. She stared at the white wardrobe, her hands pulling the handles to show her overflowing closet. She had everything; from given pieces, dresses from award shows and what she had kept from when she was just a school teacher assistant. She pushed the velvet cushioned white hangers to the left, picking the very last one with a worn out leather jacket. She discarded of the hanger, holding the jacket against her nose and close to her chest before sitting down in bed. His voice echoing in her mind in circles, haunting I love yous and the ghost feeling of his finger following the shape of her bottom lip at 1:58 with the room barely lit by the moon and stars. 
Bucky didn’t particularly care much for sleep, he never did and he definitely hadn’t changed that. Although, he used to prefer spending it in the company of a beautiful woman rather than being at the studio waiting for Steve to arrive. The guitar player arrived at 9 o’clock, carrying his guitar on a leather case and only stopping when he realised he wasn’t the first one in. 
    - You’re early. - he commented, putting the heavy case down. - Cold bed?
    - Maybe I wanted to train.
    - You have your own drum set. What kind of trouble are you in, now?
    - Your wife’s a stylist. - he put his drumstick under his chin. 
    - Are you high? 
    - She styles a lot of the pop girls doesn’t she?
    - She’s not gonna hook you up with any of her clients, Buck. 
    - Does she style Y/N? 
Steve stopped in his tracks. Bucky was a ladies man, all of them had been ladies man with Steve settling down first and most of his band mates swearing never to do such thing. Sure, Sam would date a girl every once in a while and Torres liked to stick with different girls for various periods. Bucky, on the other hand, dealt with them for a day or a week before skipping on to the next one so if he asked for a particular name either she had spited him or had done something which was memorable enough for him to remember her name. Yet again, Steve could almost swear he’d heard that name before. 
     - The Last Kiss girl? 
     - I don’t know, man. She’s one of the pop girls, I don’t listen to what she’s putting out.
    - Sure. - Steve rolled his eyes. - Singer songwriter Y/N?
    - If you keep asking stupid questions, I’ll sleep with your wife. 
    - You’re not her type.
    - I’m everyone’s type, Steve. 
    - She does style her every so often. Why? Did you like her dress and want something?
    - Can she get me her address?
    - No, Bucky. My wife is not gonna give you some girl’s address for whatever nefarious work you want to do. 
    - You owe me? - he jumped off his seat. - Remember?
    - C’mon, dude. Cancun again? You said you wouldn’t bring it up.
    - I said I wouldn’t bring it up until I needed something and I need something. Deal’s a deal, Rogers. 
    - Fine but you’ll talk to Peggy yourself. 
    - She will never give me anyone’s address. - he scoffed. - Not after I slept with her sister besides she never says no to you. 
    - Why would I ask my wife for some random’s girl address?
    - She’s not some random girl. - he pointed at the guitarist, his voice raising up as if Steve had offended her. - Figure it out.
(...)
Y/N woke up with the sun shining brightly onto her face, a consequence of going to bed without shutting her blinds. She groaned, turning around so the sun was on her face, her eyes slowly opening. Her hand blindly reached from her phone, throwing a few of her jewellery to the floor in the process. The bright light had her squinting, looking through the messages from both Valerie and Anna. She groaned, putting her phone down before making her way of the bed and into the kitchen. She opened the kitchen, inside a box of old pizza. She knew she probably shouldn’t have pizza as breakfast but it was midday and there was no one around to see her. 
She leaned against the kitchen counter, grabbing a slice from the greasy box and enjoying herself more than she should. She noticed she was wearing his jacket, the sleeves over her hands. A knock on the door had her dropping the new slice she had picked on the box, wiping her hands on the tea towel before walking up to the door. She opened the door only to immediately shut it. 
     - Go away, Bucky! - she said, crossing her arms at the closed door. 
     - You do know you have a key under your flower pot and I can just open the door.
     - And I can call the police.
     - Do you think I don’t know the whole police precinct? Please, princess. 
She rolled her eyes, opening the door. Bucky smiled, extending his hand which was holding a bouquet of flowers wrapped in green paper. Great, he still sorted out his issues the same way he did 8 years ago.
     - Lilies? - she took the flowers from him, putting it on the first surface she found. 
     - You said roses were overrated.
     - I was 20 years old when I said that. Some of us grow up, Barnes. 
     - Childish? Is that your approach?
     - Well you are here after I made it clear I didn’t want to talk to you and you threatened to open my door. - Bucky walked further into her flat, sitting down on her couch. - Don’t make yourself comfortable in my home. 
    - You still have the same couch. Don’t they pay you well enough?
    - I like this couch. 
    - Do you remember trying to take it up the stairs in Brooklyn? - he smiled. - You made it do it because you kept complaining about being light headed.
    - I was lightheaded and you were living in my studio flat for free. 
Bucky smirked, getting up from the couch. She held onto the sleeves of the leather jacket, her chin slightly down as she stared at him. He walked as if he owned the place, not a single shred of insecurity. He scoffed to himself, licking his bottom lip before trapping her between her wall and himself. His finger traced her bottom lip down to her jaw, smiling once she didn’t fight back against him.
    - Is that my leather jacket? - his hand cupped her face, cocking his head to the side.
    - Not every leather jacket belongs to you, Bucky. 
    - I am pretty sure this one is mine. - his fingers followed the line of her arm down to her wrist, bringing it up to his lips. He turned her wrist around, kissing it over her fabric. - Do you remember how much fun we used to have? There’s still nail marks on the shoulder pads. 
    - No, there isn’t.
    - Mhm. - he nodded his head, his thumb caressing her jaw before leaning down, his lips near her ear. - Maybe you remember your nails down my back. Remember? Meeting your parents and my hand over your mouth so they wouldn’t wake up?
    - You were the one begging me. 
    - You were the one who sucked my dick in your childhood bedroom. - he moved to stare her lips, his lips hovering over hers, close enough she could feel them. - Did you miss me, princess?
    - Get. Out. - she moved from under him, her hand gripping at the sleeves of her jacket. 
    - I don’t know why you’re being so defensive.
    - BECAUSE YOU STOLE MY SONG!
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My Strange Affliction - And They Called it Young Love
Summary: Tasked with acting as Bucky’s fake girlfriend, you two are sent on your first public date with one another. It’d be a lot easier to get through, though, if Bucky wasn’t such a flirt.
Pairing: rockstar!bucky x actress!reader
Warnings: : 6’4 tattoo covered possessive!bucky, fake dating au, brief mention of group sex, and swearing
Word Count: 2.5k
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The sickly sweet smell of freshly baked pastries bobbed throughout the air as you seated yourself across from Bucky. It wrapped you in a blanket of comfort and made your mouth water with its variety, a soft summer breeze accompanying the romantic atmosphere. Legs neatly folded, you pressed down your skirt once more to wring out your nerves. It was quite the lovely location for a first date.
Well, it would’ve been if this was a real date.
Bucky spared you a one off glance, eyes floating up and down your silhouette before dryly remarking, “You clean up nice, princess.” You caught a glimpse of that dreamy smile of his, picking up your water to take a distracted sip.
“You don’t have to use pet names when we’re alone,” you responded, legs shuffling under the table.
“How else am I supposed to let you know who’s in charge?” he flirted back. Surely if his eyes weren’t covered in sunglasses, you would’ve caught the mischievous wink he sent your way.
Jaw slightly tensing in agitation, you rolled your eyes before smoothing down your skirt once more. Not even ten minutes into this thing and he was already finding ways to get under your skin, sly remarks and flirtatious teases. He was in control, he knew it, and he loved to make sure you were well aware. Your career was at the mercy of his will.
As you waited for the paparazzi to show up, your fingers mindlessly played with the rim of your water glass. Nat had one of her teams pick out an outfit for you, dressing you up in a pale pink dress accompanied with a neat white cardigan decorated with small flowers to match. You acted as a stark contrast to Bucky’s image. He donned all black, his one tattooed arm swimming with black ink, his other metallic arm reflecting the midday sun. A cigarette always lingered around his lips, a tinted red gloss present on yours.
You two acted as polar opposites, an odd pair, and, ideally, the next big couple.
As a waiter swang by to take your order, Nat’s words of encouragement played throughout your mind on a broken loop. She hasn’t led me wrong yet.
“And for you?” the waiter inquired for a second time, breaking you from your train of thought.
“She’ll take the raspberry tea,” Bucky answered, handing the menus back to the waiter before you could speak. You just offered a polite smile to the worker, before shifting your eyes back to Bucky.
He read your silent gaze as a question to be answered. “You seemed nervous.” Your mind was trying hard to gauge if he did that out of kindness or if it was another way to show he was in control. Before you had time to further interrogate, you could hear the nearby chatter of teenage girls. Like ducks in a row, they followed each other one by one and lined up right next to Bucky.
Although you were in a modest cafe, you were still in L.A. Fans were bound to spot him and quickly dash to his location to take a picture with their celebrity crush. They all chattered a mile a minute, each one desperately trying to claim his attention over the others.
As they spoke, you sat in silence, spectating the scene in awe. Bucky remained cool and collected, nodding and smiling along to their comments.
“Can we please get a picture?” one girl pleaded, eyes wide with hope and excitement.
“Well, I’d love to, but I’m with the missus right now,” he explained, looping his hand with yours across the table. After giving your palm a soft squeeze, he continued, “She’s a bit camera shy, but I can sign something for you ladies.”
As he finished his remark, his fans all snapped their heads in your direction expectantly. Coming out, you knew there was a strong chance you’d encounter some fans, but you didn’t think they’d pay much mind to you. You knew you had to be quick on your feet, smart with your response.
“Oh, it’s alright, Bucky. I don’t mind sharing you for a minute,” you smiled back, leaning over to place a soft kiss on his forehead before moving away.
This earned joyous squeals and yelps of excitement from around him. Just on time, the waiter awkwardly delivered your tea and Bucky’s coffee, dodging the small group of elated fans while trying to set your drinks down. You sipped quietly at your tea as Bucky took a few photos. He was natural in front of the camera, exchanging jokes that made them all giggle and swoon with delight. It was clear he was built for this.
After a few more minutes, they departed from your table, waving a bittersweet goodbye to Bucky. A weight lifted off your chest and you let out a deep sigh as you saw the last one leave from sight. You only had a few more minutes before the paps would show up as planned. Nat called and gave an anonymous “tip” about Bucky’s whereabouts. You knew it was going to happen, but you couldn’t help but worry about what would go down once they showed up.
“You good?”
You looked up from your sweet tea, having studied the red hue for the past few minutes to fill the silence. When Bucky and you weren’t bantering back and forth, it appeared you had little conversation to indulge in with one another.
“Yeah,” you replied nonchalantly, “I just want to get this over with.” You took a prolonged sip from your cup, hoping to avoid a mocking gaze from Bucky.
“It must be your lucky day then. Don’t look, but they’re here.”
Although you couldn’t see them, you could hear their collective footsteps approach your direction. Maybe, two or three were coming from behind, a few scattered in other areas, across the street, near the corner, all trying to get a good angle of your date.
“Just ignore them,” he spoke softly, removing the shades off his face to reveal bright blue eyes. The mockery that was normally present in his tone had slipped away and was replaced with something much meeker. If you hadn’t known better, you would say it was kindness.
“I am,” you affirmed.
“Then why is your leg bouncing so much?” He slipped a cool hand onto your kneecap, gently stopping your leg in its rhythmic bouncing. His hand remained there, steadying your leg, his eyes demanding some form of response from you.
“I just thought I’d be somewhere. . . different at this point in my life, that’s all.”
“Ouch.” There was that teasing tone from before. His hand remained constant on your leg, tracing small shapes around your kneecap, looping up to your inner thigh, and back down. He leaned in, his bionic hand going to caress your face lovingly.
It was becoming progressively harder to not give into his advances. His body was now touching yours from two points of contact. You cursed that warm feeling that floated in your stomach, a heated sensation tingeing your cheeks.
He looked borderline enamored, a quiet grin on his face, a slight tilt of his head as he gazed back into your eyes. “Don’t worry, princess,” he whispered, pressing a kiss to your lips. He lingered there gently for a moment before pulling back with the same smitten smile. “We’ll be over before you have time to miss me.”
His honesty starkly juxtaposed the sweet gestures he was delivering, enough to make you internally flinch in regret. It was the reality check you needed, but not one you wanted.
“No one’s going to be convinced we’re in love until you stop shaking like a leaf, bunny.”
He placed another kiss on your lips, this one more prolonged than the last. It gave you time to get lost in the smokey smell of his cologne mixed with the fresh cigarette he just smoked. The stubble on his face perfectly tickled at your skin, sending sparks flying from your lips. You couldn’t help but lean in, wanting to get as much as you can out of this brief kiss.
It was silly, maybe even stupid, but you couldn’t help but relish in how familiar his body felt. Soft and slow in his pursuit of pleasure, you felt yourself melting in your chair. Pulling back, he slightly gnawed at your bottom lip before releasing from the kiss.
The cameramen were much closer now, their flashes and buttons going wild at such a spectacle before them. The cameras continued to go off, photographers becoming more bold in their pursuit as they quietly approached you.
Before you had time to react, they had circled around your date like vultures around its prey. It was enough to give you whiplash, still coming down from the high of your kiss as they began to call out Bucky’s name. One moment you were lost in your own world of ecstasy, the next you were about to be stampeded by a group of strangers.
Who is she?
Is it official?
Bucky, is this your new girl?
Isn’t that the second one this month?
You were caught in a swarm, cornered on all sides. Bucky noticed your panicked gaze, jumping around to the many paparazzi that were demanding answers from the both of you. He could feel the tremor of your body once again, his hand having never parted from your soft leg. It agitated him to see you in such a state, looking lost and scared as ever.
Calmly, Bucky slipped his hand from your knee and instead locked your hands together. You two stood up, Bucky huddling you to his chest as he pushed through the crowd. The manifold of flashes were causing your sight to go scattered, but Bucky was well used to this by now. It was as if they had created a small path for him, in awe of his image. He moved swiftly through the cameramen before opening the door of a black car for you to enter into, just as planned.
He walked around to the other side and slid in. You remained dazed, staring out the window as they began pounding against the car door and windows to get your attention once more. It was a terribly claustrophobic feeling, patiently waiting for the driver to take off when the coast was clear.
As you both became situated, Nat turned to face you from the passenger seat. She was absolutely beaming at the sight. “That was amazing,” she congratulated. “They’re going to eat up that little make out session for the next week.”
You offered Nat a shy smile, delighted to see your friend so happy. The rest of the ride was spent with Nat’s voice filling the silence, detailing what the next step for you two was. Though Bucky didn’t speak for the rest of the ride, you could feel your lips buzzing from the sensation of his.
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The next time you spoke with Bucky was a whole week later. Seven days without any sort of interaction with one another, not even as much as a text message. You had his number as he had yours, but neither of you felt the urge to call the other. You weren’t dating and you were barely even friends, it was just easier to just interact when required.
So there you sat at Nat’s dinner table, waiting for Bucky to arrive. Nat had checked on you a million times the past week, asking if you wanted to go through with the plan. You would give her a confident smile and affirm yes a million times over, but as the days passed and you got closer and closer to seeing Bucky, knots twisted in your chest.
It wasn’t like you to have someone have this much power of your thoughts. You’d wake up in the middle of the night, sweating, feeling the ghost of Bucky’s hands squeezing your hips. You’d remember the rhythmic touch of his fingers and the soft skin of his lips. His toned body up against yours, his-
“Earth to princess, you there?” Nat asked, waving a slow hand in front of your face.
“Please don’t tell me you’re calling me princess too?” you grimaced playfully, earning a laugh from your friend.
“You’re getting in your head. Don’t worry, you’re doing great.”
“It was one date.” As you protested, an impatient knock came from her front door.
“It was one great date,” she corrected, going to answer.
Bucky sauntered into her house, taking a seat right next to you at the dinner table, despite there being several other perfectly fine seats.
“Hi, Bucky,” you greeted casually, mindlessly moving your hands down to smooth your skirt. You couldn’t gather the nerve to look up at him.
“Princess,” he winked back before turning to Nat.
You all feasted over a dinner of takeout Chinese, generously provided by Nat, as she gave you a debriefing of the last week.
“Good news! Every tabloid seems to be buzzing about Bucky and his mystery girl. The fan reaction is still mixed, but that’s expected because they don’t know you yet. The few fans that did see you at lunch liked you, though, so that’s promising.” Nat spoke quickly, running down all the main points. Her skills as a businesswomen were admirable to say the least, even if her cooking skills weren’t up to par.
As you ate your rice, attentively hanging on to Nat’s every word, Bucky sat in a concentrated silence, not bothering to even touch his food. When she finished giving her play by play for the last few days, he finally spoke up.
“How many shows is she coming to?”
“Shows?” you interrupted.
“Yeah, I’m finishing up the last leg of my tour in a few weeks.”
“I didn’t plan on going on tour-”
“It’s in the contract,” Bucky lightly corrected. Once he registered the confusion on your face, he added, “All major public events we’re required to go to together after a month in. That would include my shows.”
“Slow your roll,” Nat interjected, sensing the tension in the room. “Y/N, you only have to go to a couple of shows. You’re not physically touring with his band, so we’ll be sure to get you to the ones close to L.A.”
“Oh, you’re going to love the band,” Bucky smirked, “Just beware, though, they’re all flirts.”
“Bucky, you’re not getting her into a fivesome,” Nat hissed, sending Bucky a scolding look.
You could feel your eyes open tenfold as you struggled to finish your drink without choking. “Do you do that with all your girlfriends?” you interrogated, half shocked, half impressed. Bucky was known for his more scandalous pursuits, but you never heard much about his ex girlfriends becoming involved with them.
“Only the fun ones,” he replied with a wink sending butterflies to your stomach.
This was going to be a very long and very eventful few months.
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a/n: we did it besties, we are now finally done with exposition chapters <3
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munsonsduchess · 2 years
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Rock of Ages
Summary: when a colleague calls in sick you end up covering her interview with one of the world's biggest bands Pairing: rockstar!bucky x uk!journalist!reader Word Count: 1,747 Warnings: fluff, rockstar!bucky he's a warning by himself and that's it really A/N: yeah so I watched Pam and Tommy and my brain wouldn't leave me alone until I wrote some rockstar!bucky and then we got off on one in the group chat about uk readers so here we are. Thank you to the lovely @pillow-titties for beta'ing for me 💖
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Of all days for something to go wrong it would have to be today. A day which, as you informed your editor when he called at the ridiculous hour of 9am, you weren’t even supposed to be working. You had checked and double checked before leaving the office the previous evening that you wouldn’t be on call today nor would they need you in the office, you had planned therefore to catch up on everything you missed while you were working.
Laundry, grocery shopping, reading that spicy book your colleague had sent you the tiktok about. The basics. The universe however seemed to laugh in the face of those plans so there you were rushing out of a crowded tube station trying to hail a taxi looking like someone’s lost teenage daughter.
All this for a band you didn’t even like. Which admittedly you seemed to be the only one in the office who didn’t but your editor had begged and pleaded and even offered you an extra day off for covering the interview when it transpired that the other colleague who was supposed to be interviewing the band had gotten a stomach bug from her kids and wasn’t fit to leave the bathroom much less travel across the city of london to go to an interview in an expensive hotel for a band your magazine was foaming at the mouth over.
So there you were, coffee stains blessedly hidden on your black shirt, standing at the reception of one of the most expensive hotels in the city waiting for the go ahead to do your job,
“They’ll see you now” a large man also dressed in all black with a very impressive mohawk called from the private elevators, “follow me”
With a sigh you did as the man asked and followed him into the lift where he stood in impassible silence until you reached the penthouse, of course it was the penthouse, where he waited for you to follow him down the plush corridor before stopping in front of the suite.
Well time to get this over with and go back to ignoring the every growing pile of laundry in your flat.
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Walking into the suite you were actually pretty surprised not to be assaulted by the smell of stale beer and cigarette smoke, it really did look as though the band even allowed the housekeeping staff in to clean the room. Not to mention all the appliances were still in their predetermined spots and nothing was missing or in the pool on the ground floor.
Standing in the main living room of the suite you started to take out the things you needed for the interview and found a comfortable seat next to a coffee table where you could set up your phone to record. You’d type up your notes later,
“Hey you’re that magazine chick!” an american voice called from another part of the suite causing you to look up and find yourself staring into a pair of the bluest eyes you’d ever seen. The Drummer then.
“I’m the reporter with Kerrang magazine, it’s nice to meet you” you introduced yourself and held out your hand to shake the man’s,
“Your accent is so cool! We totally love the bri-ish accent” he laughed as he emphasised the word ‘british’ complete with fake accent giving you a beaming smile, “the guys and I have been out sightseeing”
“Oh really? Have you seen anything in particular?” you asked out of politeness not really expecting the outburst of energy that came from the man in front of you ,
“Bucky man chill you’re gonna scare her away” another man said with a sigh, “Sam Wilson. Nice to meet you”
“Likewise, you’re the frontman aren’t you?”
“That’s me. The good looking one”
“That isn’t what that video Nat sent me earlier said” Bucky said with a grin and wink in your direction, “besides chicks totally dig Steve”
“Buck, I’m married” the blonde man who’d followed Sam into the room said, “it doesn’t matter who ‘digs’ me”
“Yeah, yeah, you and Nat are so happy and you’re gonna pop out a bunch of fat lil kids and leave us in the lurch” Bucky’s smile didn’t waver and it seemed as though this was some sort of inside joke between the three men as no one said more on the subject,
“Well if you’re all ready to get started” you gestured to the seats in front of you and picked your phone from the table, “so if you don’t mind i’m going to record the interview on my phone and then I’ll be typing it up and it’ll go into next week’s edition of the magazine. If you’re still in the country i’m sure you could pick it up in the shop”
“Aren’t you guys online too?” Bucky asked, “when I googled the magazine I found a website”
“Yes we’re online as well, I’m not sure if this interview will be published online but if it is I’m sure someone will let you know”
Before anyone else could ask any questions you set your phone to record and started the interview. Luckily your colleague had already prepped a list of questions and things she wanted to talk about so you had no trouble following her notes.
The band was only too happy to answer questions and talk about themselves, you had half expected them to be like a lot of other ‘huge’ bands you’d interviewed in your time with the magazine - full of themselves, but they really did seem like three down to earth American boys. Steve and Bucky had grown up together and met Sam later in life, they’d all shared a passion for music and started doing gigs in run down bars and clubs, at friends parties and really anything they could get a ride to. It was at one of these grungy bars in the middle of nowhere they’d been spotted and the subsequent rise to fame had been meteoric.
Throughout the interview the three men laughed and joked and poked fun at each other, at the music industry, they spoke passionately about things that were close to their hearts, causes they believed in and of course their families.
Steve was married and his wife was expecting their first child which he was overjoyed about. Sam was living the bachelor lifestyle and very happy about it. Bucky meanwhile spoke at length about wanting to find someone to settle down with like his friend,
“I mean you know what it’s like” he said gesturing to you, “you’re a mom”
It took you a second to recover from that before you raised your hands and spoke,
“Oh no I'm not a mum, you must mean Amy. She was supposed to be here today but her little one Jamie brought home a tummy bug and she’s not in any state to be anywhere but the house”
“I thought you were Amy!” Bucky said seriously, “shit I’m sorry I totally didn’t mean to offend you!”
“It’s fine, I know she was supposed to be here and that’s who the magazine told you to expect. I mean you probably thought I was a shit mum to be showing up looking like someone’s emo teenager” you laughed trying to lighten the mood.
As the interview proceeded you found yourself reaching into the bag you'd brought with you for the portable power bank you kept for emergencies. Your phone hadn't charged properly the night before and so with the interview going on for longer than you'd anticipated your battery wasn't going to last,
"That's a cool bag" Sam commented and you reached for it, "are all of those patches for bands you listen to?"
You gestured to the little canvas messenger bag that had been your constant companion since university and the plethora of band patches decorating the front flap,
"I mean yeah, I work for a music magazine I've listened to a lot of music" you joked,
"We should get you one for us so you can have our band on your bag all the time" Bucky said, "we've got some pins too if you want one for the strap. I could get you one"
The rest of the interview proceeded after you'd plugged your phone into the power bank and you began to notice an almost imperceptible shift in Bucky’s behavior and his attitude towards you to the point where once the interview had concluded he offered to walk you down to the lobby himself,
“I could do with stretching my legs” he said with a shrug, shoving his hands into the pockets of his ripped skinny jeans, “unless you don’t want me to go with you?”
“No, I don’t mind” you offered him your own smile as you gathered up your things, “you can tell me what you like about the city”
“Dope!”
You suppressed a giggle at that. Bucky really just seemed like an over energetic toddler and you’d be lying if you said it wasn’t endearing. To the rest of the world he was the stone faced drummer of one of the biggest bands in the world and yet here he was so excited to walk you downstairs.
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“Well thanks again for walking with me” you said once you made it to the front doors of the hotel, “it was really nice to talk to you”
“Yeah? You really think so?”
“Sure. I was sort of expecting you all to be massive arseholes but you seem really nice”
“I am really nice, why don’t you let me take you to dinner and I’ll show you how nice I am”
That floored you. You stood blinking at Bucky as if trying to find a joke in his features but you couldn’t find anything but sincerity,
“You really want to go to dinner with me?”
“Of course! You’re cute and I think we’d have a lot of fun. Plus you can show me around, all your favourite places” he beamed at you and honestly you couldn't think of a reason to say no,
"Alright, you're on"
"You won't regret this doll. Promise"
"We'll see about that won't we?" with that you got into a waiting cab and headed back to the tube station still reeling with what had just happened.
One of the most desirable men in the world had asked you to dinner and you'd said yes. Maybe today wasn't such a write off after all.
God bless the stomach flu.
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luxeavenger · 3 years
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My Thighs Are Connected To You
Part of the Backstage Pass (rockstar Bucky/Steve/Nat/Clint) series [Bucky's birthday edition]
Rating: Explicit (MINORS DNI) Parings: rockstar!Bucky Barnes x rockstar!Steve Rogers x female!reader
Word Count: 4361
Summary: It's Bucky's birthday, and special accommodations are required to grant his birthday wish.
Warnings: BDSM, BDSM scene, threesome, rope bondage, gags strap on, anal sex/fingering/fisting/gaping (no prolapse), face fucking, choking/gagging/retching on cock (no vomit), vaginal fingering, cunnilingus, spit roasting, filming, spit kink, praise kink, aftercare, dom/sub, dom Steve, sub reader, sub Bucky, top Steve, top reader, bottom Bucky, pet names (doll/dollface/kitten)
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Scott put his foot down, and said you weren’t allowed to tie the super soldiers up in the RV anymore. Bucky enjoyed being tied up immensely, and sometimes forgot his own strength. Scott’s last straw was when Bucky had torn a hole clear through the side of the RV because the RV gave before the handcuffs did. The band was waylaid for three weeks because Scott had to park it in a parking garage in Bumfuck, Nowhere while he hunted down the supplies he needed to fix it.
So Bucky makes Scott drive 250 miles out of his way to a BDSM club in Vegas where you and Steve could rent a room for a few hours to give Bucky what he wanted for his birthday, and spare any collateral damage to the RV.
The arrival in Vegas was delayed by three days because of Bucky and Scott’s petty bickering. Scott bitched about how pampered—how downright spoiled rotten—Bucky’s genitals were, and Bucky continually threatened to ride right on the goddamned dashboard with his cock out, just so Scott could get a real good look at exactly how spoiled it actually fucking was.
Scott was taking his time getting there just to be a bitch, which is ridiculous, because the whole reason for going was for his benefit—to spare his beloved RV. So you tell Scott if he doesn’t stop dicking around and get you there you’d stick your boot so far up his ass he’d taste the gum stuck to the sole. Then you’d threatened to park your boot in Bucky’s ass if he didn’t stop needling Scott constantly. His response was to growl, “Don’t threaten me with a good time, kitten,” but he’d thankfully moved to glowering at Scott from the couch for the time being.
Clint, Nat, and Steve take bets about whose ass would taste shoe leather first: Bucky or Scott. Nat’s money was on Scott and his wicked stubborn streak. Knowing what a pain in the ass Bucky could be once he was wound up, that’s where Steve’s money was. Clint had gone rogue, doubling down and betting it’d be both. He shrugs and explains, “Well, she does have two boots, after all.”
So, three days late, and one very surly Bucky later, you and Steve are unpacking a duffel bag full of supplies in a meticulously clean red and black room.
Impatient to get started, Bucky starts acting like a busybody and getting underfoot, so Steve tells him to be still, or he’ll cancel Bucky’s birthday entirely. Now he’s perched quietly on the chair in the corner, legs folded underneath him, watching with owlish eyes.
“Why don’t you help him undress?” Steve suggests to you.
Bucky pipes up, “I’m a grown man, I don’t need help undressing.”
“Shut your cock holder, Barnes,” Steve shoots back, bristling.
You pinch Bucky’s cheek and say, “Will you please just let us spoil you?” Then you baby talk, “It’s your birthday after all.”
“Not anymore,” he grumbles quietly.
You choose to ignore his remark, and tug his clothes off, piece by piece. Every item of clothing you take off of him eases the annoyed crease in his brow a little bit more.
“I’m almost ready for you, Buck. Why don’t you help our girl undress?”
You smile at Bucky angelically. “Now that’s what I’m talkin’ about. C’mere, kitten.” He pats his lap, and murmurs a quiet good girl when you comply. He undresses you, but sprinkles a liberal amount of kissing and touching between each item of clothing he removes. You’re both giggling and grinding against each other by the time he’s done.
“Okay, okay,” Steve lifts you off Bucky, “that’s enough, children. You, here.” He snaps his fingers and points to you then a spot on the floor in front of him.
“Aye, aye, Captain.” A low growl rolls out of him at the title. You see he’s splendidly naked now too, and you give a quiet wolf whistle.
He helps you step into a black leather strap-on harness that he buckles around your hips, complete with a heavy purple cock that’s so thick you have to use both hands to get your fingers all the way around it, and so long it hangs nearly to your knees. Then he buckles a short knife in a sheath around your bare thigh. You’re giggling and bouncing around the room on the balls of your feet to test the new weight tilting your hips forward and subtly changing your center of gravity.
Several minutes later, Steve asks, “Dollface, can you bring me your panties?”
“Yes, Stevie,” you dig them out of the pile of clothes and take them to him.
While you were flouncing around playing with your new dick, Steve—operating with precision and efficiency—has put Bucky on his knees, and tied him up like a gift. Red and white rope twists around his legs, frog-tying his thick, muscular thighs to his calves, keeping him kneeling on the ebony hardwood floor. His arms are bound behind his back, forearms joined with navy blue and white rope, strapped down to his chest, each hand hanging below the opposite elbow. Another length of red rope knotted around his neck to fashion a short leash with a heavy duty carabiner hanging from the end.
“Bucky,” you gasp, “you look beautiful.”
Softly, Bucky replies, “Thank you.” He keeps his head down, a curtain of shiny chestnut hair falling around his face.
“We both have knives, dollface,” he pats the sheaths strapped to his thick thigh and yours, “your panties are in his hand. If he drops them, we cut him out of the ropes. No questions, no hesitation.” Steve’s the boss, so you nod. He’s already gone over everything with you, several times in the last couple days, but it’s important stuff, because even though Bucky could get out of the ropes if he really wanted to, he shouldn’t have to. In order to fully let himself go, he’s trusting Steve—and by extension, you—to take care of him.
“Watch,” he tells you. He pinches Bucky’s chin and tips his face upwards. Bucky’s eyes don’t follow his face upward, but hover somewhere around Steve’s navel. “Buck,” it’s low, sharp, and commanding, and when Steve says it, Bucky’s crystalline eyes snap up to meet his. His eyes are wide and glassy, gaze attentive and expectant. “Open,” Steve’s hardly gotten the word out and Bucky’s mouth falls open. He slips the ring of a spider gag between Bucky’s teeth. As Steve buckles the strap of the gag behind his head, you watch Bucky’s pupils blow wide, eating up the ocean of blue.
Steve runs a thumb bearing a crown tattoo over the sharp angle of Bucky’s scruffy jaw, knuckles tattooed with S L U T skritch through his short beard. “So good for us, Buck.” His eyes flutter shut and he nuzzles his cheek into Steve’s palm. Steve slips two fingers past the wide o-ring, and pushes them to the back of Bucky’s throat, digging for his gag reflex until he chokes wetly. His tongue pushes a runnel of drool over his lip to course down the scruff on his cleft chin and patter onto the wood floor.
“Now, our pretty girl is going to fuck you with her big cock, and if you’re very, very good for her I’ll get your cunt nice and wet and fist fuck it as a reward. Can you be good for us?” Bucky whimpers, a loud sound without the shelter of his lips to hide behind. He nods so vigorously a hank of hair falls in his eyes, and he tries desperately to shake it out of his face so he can keep his eyes on Steve.
Steve chuckles and removes the ponytail holder from his wrist, and starts to put Bucky’s hair into a half bun to keep it out of his eyes. To you he says, “You can go ahead. He put a plug in this morning, so just pull it out, lube up a little, and go to town. Don’t be shy either, he can take it.”
You nod at Steve, and bend to place a soft kiss on Bucky’s cheek. His eyes drift shut again, and he leans into your lips just enough to make your heart skip a beat.
Behind Bucky, you find a few supplies Steve has laid out. For you, there’s a bottle of lube and a bath towel. You kneel behind Bucky, tugging at the end of the thick black plug stuffed in his ass, you gently work it out of him. You drop the plug onto the towel, and drizzle some lube into your palm and use both hands to spread it over the purple dildo. You bracket his legs with yours and feed the thick head into Bucky.
A muscle in his flank twitches like he wants to push back onto you but is fighting it, and you smooth a hand over the shuddering muscle, quietly shushing him while you work your cock into him. The hair on the back of your neck stands up like there are eyes on you, and look up to find Steve watching you intently. One hand on Bucky’s chin to keep his face tilted up, and the other stroking over his leaking cock, precome dribbling off the heavy PA piercing, and bobbing inches from Bucky’s face with each stroke.
“Fucking gorgeous,” he says to Bucky’s upturned face. You nod, not realizing that he means both you and Bucky were astoundingly beautiful.
Loud groans issue from Bucky’s throat, as thick and sweet as treacle. When your hips are flush with his cheeks you make several firm, shallow thrusts and the meat of Bucky’s ass ripples with the percussive impact. Then you pull out nearly all the way to fuck back in hard, and the noises stop abruptly as Steve slides his cock past the o-ring in the gag. A thrill shoots up your spine, and your cunt dribbles slick. You never thought you’d be at this end of a spitroast, and you made a mental note to extravagantly thank Bucky later for wanting this for his birthday.
Bucky’s body is rocking backwards as Steve is throat-fucking him so hard it’s pushing him onto your dick. Steve starts to fuck his face in earnest, pushing wet glottal slaps out of the tight channel.
“God, fuck. So good for us, Buck,” Steve grunts.
“So good,” you echo.
Bucky gags thickly, and Steve grins down at him, “Yeah. That’s right. I fucking want you to choke on it.” He cups a hand around the back of Bucky’s head, and holds his cock deep in his throat. Your hips slap against Bucky’s ass pushing Steve’s length incrementally farther down his throat. Bucky tries several times to swallow around the intrusion, but it just makes Steve groan and grind his pelvis against Bucky’s face.
He holds him there like that for an impossibly long time, until, finally, Bucky begins to fight a little, struggling against the restraining hand. You wonder if Bucky is going to drop your panties, but his fingers don’t loosen around them one bit.
Still, Steve isn’t letting up. “I told you to fucking choke,” Steve growls through clenched teeth. A beat later, Bucky retches.
Baring his teeth, Steve snarls, “Again.” Bucky’s toes curl against your legs, and he loudly heaves. Steve lets out a rattling groan, and comes down Bucky’s throat before pulling out completely. Bucky’s head tilts down, and he coughs and hacks up a wad of foamy spit, come, and bile onto the floor. Some of it gets caught on the gag, and hangs messily from his chin in ropes. Bucky’s breathing is quick, wet, and painful sounding. His cock is excruciatingly hard, leaking a puddle of precome on the floor between his legs.
Steve walks to stand behind you, and gives a low hum of admiration. “Buck, you should see how amazing our girl looks right now. She’s doing such a good job. I bet it feels incredible. Doll, do you mind if I take a video?”
You watch Bucky’s hole clench around your cock when you breathily answer, “Sure, Stevie.”
Steve retrieves his phone from his pants, and fires up the camera. He starts filming farther behind you, and slowly pans over your shoulder. It’s a pristine view of your hips pushing the big purple cock in and out of Bucky’s messy hole. Steve’s fingers trace around his rim and he murmurs directions to you: go harder, and fuck him faster, and yeah just like that, with a groaned good girl, when you obey his orders. He flips the camera around to get a shot of your flushed and sweat-dampened face to go with the breathy moans you’re making. He turns his face into yours for a kiss, and you meet him halfway, your hips never faltering while Steve’s tongue plunges into your mouth.
“Okay, stop, doll,” he says after awhile, gingerly tugging your cock out of Bucky, “Nono, stay where you are,” he gently restrains you when you try to move away. He keeps his phone aimed at Bucky’s ass. “Get your fingers in there. Yeah, that’s good.” Steve directs like he’s producing an award-winning film, “Two’s fine. Like that. Yeah. Mmm. Use both hands. Spread them out. Open him up. Good girl. Fuck yeah. Just like that.”
You’ve got two fingers from each hand hooked inside of Bucky’s rim, and Steve has you pull him open, so he can get a good look at the gape you’d created with your thick dildo. He noses along your neck, to murmur in your ear, “See that?” He spanks Bucky’s asshole with his fingertips to watch it quiver. “You did that. You wrecked his cunt. Looks so fucking good, don’t it? That was all you, dollface. You fucked him so fucking good.” Hovering over Bucky’s ass with the camera zoomed in on his hole, he expertly hawks a wad of spit so it lands right inside of the gape. He chases it with three fingers. “You fucked him good, now I'm gonna get my fist in his guts and fuck him stupid.”
He unbuckles the harness around your hips and tosses the strap-on onto the bath towel. “But first,” he stands, dragging you up next to him, and hooking his chin over your shoulder. He takes up his camera again, aiming it at your face, “I bet you’re so fucking wet right now.” He dips his fingers between your legs. He hisses when he feels how soaked you are, pushes his fingers into you and makes your hips buck. He catches your wanton moan on camera, then directs the view to his fingers, shiny with your juices. “You’re fucking dripping, doll. I bet you wanna come.” His voice is low and husky in your ear and when you whine, you can feel the smile that curls over his lips.
“Come on, sweetheart,” he tosses his phone aside and offers you his hand, a gentlemanly gesture that seems out of place in a room where one of your boyfriends is tied up, and about to have your other boyfriend’s fist inside of him. He pushes you down to the floor in front of Bucky, and spreads your thighs wide. Bucky doesn’t move, but he’s eyeing your pussy like he’s starving for it. His face is a mess, dried tear tracks down his cheeks, drool steadily coursing down his chin, he looks absolutely ruined. Steve removes the spider gag, and tugs on the leash that dangles from his neck. He clips the carabiner at the end to a heavy o-ring embedded in the floor. This puts Bucky’s face a couple inches above your pussy. Close enough that you can feel his shaky exhales ghosting across your cunt.
“Tell him what you want, doll,” Steve says as he pushes his fingers into your pussy. He pumps his fingertips against your g-spot, and you moan. A desperate sound leaks from Bucky’s throat. “Tell him what to do. Use him to get yourself off,” Steve purrs in your ear. It makes you even wetter, eliciting obscene squelches when Steve’s thick digits push into you. He takes one of your nipples into his mouth, you arch into him, and his fingers pump faster and faster. His palm grinds against your clit and your hips buck into his hand. Soon the quivering walls of your cunt are clenching down on Steve’s fingers, and you’re shouting his name while you come. Bucky is still hovering above you, a wounded look on his face, with a forlorn whimper trapped behind his lips.
Steve stuffs his slick-covered fingers into Bucky’s mouth, and his lips automatically seal around them, sucking and tonguing at them, hungry for a taste of you. He tugs Bucky’s leash until his face is flush with your pussy. “Tell him what to do. Use him,” Steve reminds you before he stands and grabs his phone again before disappearing behind Bucky.
Bucky’s lips are quivering against your cunt, but he doesn’t move to taste you. His eyes are on yours, and there's a soft and questioning look on his face. This is not at all the Bucky you’ve come to know. Usually handsy, commanding, demanding, he takes what he wants. Now you’re the one who gets to take, and it gives you goosebumps.
“Tongue out, Buck,” and you’re proud that your voice only wavers a small amount, and doesn’t belie how turned on you are. Bucky’s tongue slips shakily out of his mouth, brushing up against your folds. His eyes shut and he groans long and low at your taste. You grab the hair at the nape of his neck and pull his tongue deeper into your cunt. “Lick,” you moan as he immediately picks up the order, shaking his head side to side to get as deep as he can, slurping and tongue fucking your cunt like his life depends on it.
Steve is behind him, slicking up his fist, and pushing lube from a big jar into Bucky’s ass. He feeds four fingers into him and a shudder ripples up Bucky’s spine. After a few push-pulls of his fingers up to the web of his thumb, Steve adds his thumb by folding it into his palm and nudges his whole hand past Bucky’s stretched out rim. He balls his meaty hand into a fist and strums his knuckles against Bucky’s prostate until he sobs against your pussy.
You’re damn close to coming on Bucky’s tongue, but when he starts grunting rhythmically, you know you need to see what Steve is doing. You speed up your orgasm by making Bucky wrap his lips around your clit. When you come, Bucky slurps at your gash until you have to physically pull his face from between your lips using his hair. You scoot out from under him, and he lets his face sink to the floor, his cheek resting on the cool hardwood. Everything below his nose is shiny with your juices, and he’s mouthing the word fuck, but sound isn’t coming out of him anymore.
Steve told Bucky he was going to wreck his cunt, and that’s exactly what he’s doing. Steve’s using his balled up fist to punch-fuck Bucky’s ass: his fist coming all the way out of Bucky before punching back in. It looks brutal, but judging by the way Bucky’s drooling on the floor right now, you’d wager, if he could speak, he’d tell you he was somewhere north of heaven right now.
With the hand that isn’t wrecking Bucky, Steve is filming with his phone. When you sidle up beside him he sets it aside, and sinks his fist deep into Bucky, almost up to his fucking elbow, pushing a moan out of the kneeling man, like he’s Steve’s goddamned puppet. Steve gives you a deep kiss. He presses your foreheads together and asks, “Did you come, doll?” You nod, and he looks very pleased. “I’m glad. You’re doing so well. So good for me. Do you wanna help me?” He chuckles at the slow smile that spreads across your face.
He nods at the jar of lube beside him, and instructs you to smear a generous amount on your hand and over your wrist. Then he holds out his lube-shiny hand with his fingers spread so you can interlace your fingers with his. You sit on his lap, and he slowly pushes your combined hands into Bucky. Now much more gently, Steve slides you both shallowly back and forth. You’ve fingered both of the guys before, but this? This is beyond out of this world. This was a whole other planet entirely. Nothing could possibly have prepared you for how amazing it felt to have Bucky so vulnerable in front of you, and to feel the pulse of his heartbeat wrapped around your fist. You hiss an awed curse.
“Okay, doll. We’re gonna make him come now, then we’ll cut him loose.” He directs the pressure over Bucky’s prostate again, and Bucky starts whining pleasepleaseplease quietly.
“Tell him, doll,” Steve says quietly, jerking his chin toward Bucky, “tell him he can come. Tell him how good he is.”
“Bucky? Babe? You’ve been so good for us. You did such a good job today. ‘M so proud of you. We want you to come for us. Be a good boy and come for us. Now.”
An incoherent noise warbles out of Bucky, his ass quivering weakly around you and Steve’s wrists. His cock jerks when he comes hard, splashing hot, salty fluid over his thighs and chest.
Steve gives Bucky’s body a moment to come down from his orgasm, then gently works your hands free of Bucky’s sloppy hole one at a time. Steve rises to his knees and strips his cock a few times with the hand that was just inside of Bucky, and comes in hot ropes over his gaping hole.
He motions to your knife, and you help him carefully cut the ropes off Bucky. Steve helps him sit up, and when Bucky’s arm goes around his neck Steve scoops him up and bridal carries him to the low, blanket-covered bed against one wall, rolling him over onto his stomach. He sends you into the attached bathroom and instructs you to bring back a couple cold, and a couple warm wet washcloths.
Steve uses the warm washcloths to mop up the mess on Bucky’s face, and to gingerly clean his well-used hole. You use the cool washcloths to wipe the sweat off his skin. You also have a soft cloth you use to dry Bucky’s vibranium arm after you’ve wiped it down. You don’t offer to remove it for a more thorough cleaning, because, unless it’s really bothering him, he tends to feel helpless and off-kilter without it.
Steve has a bottle of massage oil, and squeezes some into his palms and begins rubbing Bucky’s legs, up to his lower back, all the way up to his neck, paying special attention to the muscles around his vibranium shoulder, because they’re always extra tight from the added weight.
Sitting on the floor next to the bed, you bring a bottle of water with a straw in it to Bucky’s lips, and he smiles at you gratefully before taking several pulls from the straw. You have a chocolate bar for him too, and you break off small pieces of it and feed it to him, encouraging him to take sips of water between each bite.
You and Steve both murmur generous amounts of praise to Bucky as you take care of him. When Steve rolls him over to massage his quads and chest, you take Bucky’s head into your lap and work the ponytail holder out of his hair and run a comb through it until there are no more knots in it and it fans out around his head like a soft chestnut halo.
Steve finishes massaging Bucky then leaves him with you for a moment so he can restore a little order to the room. Bucky rolls onto his side, nuzzles his face into your stomach and wraps his arms around your side, squeezing gently.
He looks up at you, smiling at you so sweetly and says, “Hi, kitten,” in a husky whisper.
You run a soothing hand over his shoulder and smile at him. “Hi, Buck,” you murmur. “Did you have a good time? Are you okay?”
He nods an affirmative, and smiles at you. You carefully trace some of the rope marks that criss-cross his chest and arms, softly telling him they look so pretty where they twist and twirl over his pale, tattooed skin. He preens as the compliment.
Steve’s back with a bottle of water for you. He’s chugging a bottle of his own, and indicates wordlessly that you needed to do the same. You drink some, and eat a bit of the chocolate bar, popping pieces into Bucky’s mouth too when he opens it.
“You did really well,” Bucky purrs at you. “Thank you.”
“Bucky, thank you for trusting me enough to let me help Stevie.”
“You both did very well,” Steve interjects. “Now let's have a little nap and then a shower before we wear out the welcome on this room.”
Steve motions for you to scoot against Bucky’s front, and he wraps his arms around you, pulling you to his tattooed chest. Then Steve swaddles you both in the blanket. Steve curls around Bucky’s back, but goes up on one arm and uses a big palm to turn Bucky’s head around to face him. He traces gently over Bucky’s cheek and they kiss so tenderly. They press their foreheads together and murmur words of love and gratitude between them, until Steve instructs Bucky to sleep. Then Steve’s hand drapes over Bucky’s hip to squeeze yours. Bucky catches your thigh between his, and reaches to cup his metal palm over your ass to make sure you stay close.
Bracketed by his two favorite people, and cocooned in their warm arms, Bucky is the first one of you to drift off to sleep.
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jobean12-blog · 3 years
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Finger Practice
Pairing: Bucky x reader (Rockstar!bucky au)
Word Count: 632
Summary: You love to watch Bucky practice and you especially love how talented he is with those fingers.
Author’s Note: I blame Seb and his recent insta post. That is all. Some one needs to kick me off the horny train these days. Thank you so very much for reading! Much love always! ❤❤❤ Divider by the lovely @imerdwarf​
Warnings: light dirty talk, teasing, fingering, smut (18+ ONLY PLEASE)
Thank you so much to @sebastiansource​ for the hot gif below :) 
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You stand in the doorway and watch Bucky as he practices, the vibrations from the drums traveling along the floor and right to your toes. Every so often he takes the drumstick and twirls it between his long fingers sending a different sensation through you.
Walking toward the drum set you give him a coy smile as you make your way behind him. He stops playing and looks up at you, twirling the stick mindlessly as you rest your chest against his back.
“Hi baby,” you purr, letting your hands smooth down his chest.
“Hey baby doll. What did ya think?” he asks, taking your hand and bringing you between his thighs.
“You sound amazing Buck. This is your solo for the new song right?”
He nods as you straddle his waist and take the drumstick from his hand, trying to twirl it. It falls to the floor with a crash and you giggle.
“You’re much better with your fingers than I am,” you whisper.
The other drumstick meets the floor and his hands settle at your waist, his fingers skimming under the hem of his band shirt as you lean down to kiss him. It starts out slow and teasing as his fingertips barely brush over your skin.
He breaks the kiss to lift the shirt over your head, not surprised to see you have nothing else on but underwear. His fingers massage your breasts, pinching your nipples just enough to draw pleasurable pain.
Your head falls to his neck and you kiss along the ink lining his skin, nipping at his earlobe then working your way down to his collarbone. He curses when you suck on his pulse point, grinding you down onto his throbbing cock.
You let your head fall back with a whimper and press your chest into his hands, rocking yourself over his lap. His thumbs caress your nipples one more time before his hand travels down your stomach and to the waistband of your underwear.
He teases along the fabric, dipping his fingers below then drawing them back up. His touch is torturous and slow and denying you what you want.  
You stand up and lean forward to drag your underwear down your legs, a clear invitation.
“Fuck me with your fingers Bucky.”
He pulls you back into his lap and grabs your ass, trailing his tongue down your neck. You take his hand and slide it down your stomach, moaning when his fingers brush against the wetness between your legs.
“Fuck baby girl. You love watching me play don’t you,” he croons, drawing his hand back up and holding it between your bodies.
His eyes darken with predatory intent as he lifts them to his mouth and licks them clean, one by one.
“You taste like you love it,” he simpers then slides his hand back down, lightly brushing over your clit before running a finger through your soaking folds.
He slowly pushes two thick fingers inside you, curling them in just the right way to have you gasping for air. He pumps them in and out, keeping a tight grip on your hip as your body lifts off his lap and meets every thrust.
You dig your nails into his shoulders and ride his fingers, crying out his name when he adds a third. He presses his thumb to your clit, drawing rhythmic circles over the sensitive flesh and driving you toward your release.
Your hands comb through his hair, gripping the strands tightly and tugging hard when you cum.  You collapse against him, your head resting along his shoulder as he continues to languidly move his fingers inside you.
You rock your hips into his hand, needing more.
“Oh, don’t worry baby girl, I’m not even close to done with you,” he promises.
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buttybarnes1917 · 3 years
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Innocence
Word Count: 2,089
Okay. First smut fic in a very long time. It might suck, but I’m going to try really hard to make it not suck.  
Ft. fem reader and rockstar!bucky. I feel like this is absolutely going to become an AU, so it’ll get it’s own header on my masterlist!!
Warnings: dirty talk, nickname (kitten), grinding, oral (f receiving), fingering, praise kink, somehow also a degradation kink, Bucky is obsessed with Readers innocence, minors dni
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You rolled your eyes in disgust as you heard moaning coming from Bucky’s dressing room.  
Again.
God, he was literally insatiable.  It seemed like every show, he was pulling some girl backstage, kissing messily in the hallway as the rest of the crew worked around him and then inevitably the girl would end up in his dressing room or his bunk in the bus, which, literally made no sense considering how muscular he was.  Those bunks were so small.  But the girls would never stay for long, and then you would get the fun job of escorting her back to the audience, with her calling “call me!” to Bucky and Bucky already forgetting her name.
You leaned on the wall, sighing a little as you heard her moaning again and Bucky’s short grunts.  God. If he wasn’t so infuriating, he might even be hot.  
Oh, who were you kidding.  He was hot. Six foot three, at least, insane arm muscles from the hours upon hours of playing drums, long curly brown hair and tattoos that curled around his body, Bucky Barnes was everyone’s ideal bad boy.  On top of the fact that you had heard from the people on the crew that he had been with that he was… very well endowed.  
Natasha from lighting told you that he was more skilled with his fingers than a drummer should be, and that she was having trouble walking for days after her encounter with him.  Loki from rigging told you the way he used his tongue on them was “magical” and that they had trouble finding someone who could live up to that.  Steve from audio told you that he could find your weaknesses almost immediately and that he had “never been with someone who made him cum so many times”.  Which would have grossed you out, honestly, if you weren’t so impressed.  
The door opened and you pushed yourself off the wall, as the girl pulled her jacket over her shoulders, blushing as she saw you.  Bucky leaned on the doorframe and smirked at her.  
“You’ll call me next time you’re in town, right?”  She asked, giggling at him a little.  Your nose wrinkled a little as you smelled the weed on her, and you rolled your eyes.  
“Sure thing, doll.” He nodded.  You cleared your throat.  
“This way, hon, the show’s about to start,” you said softly and walked off with her. You gently pushed her through the curtain and security walked her to her seat.  You turned and sighed softly and bumped into Bucky. “Oh, I’m sorry.” You said quickly pushing yourself off him.  He grinned down at you.
“Not a problem, kitten,” he said.  You made a face.
“My name is y/n. Not kitten.” You corrected him, and he slowly smirked at you.
“Apologies, kitten.” He said again and you rolled your eyes, walking back toward the side stage.  He trailed along behind you.
“You’re the assistant tour manager or something, right?” he asked. “You’re always here late, setting shit up.”
“Yep.” You responded, your eyes on your clipboard as you walked.
“Don’t you ever do anything other than work?” he asked, snatching your clipboard away from you. You turned immediately and he held the clipboard over your head, laughing as you tried to grab it.  You punched him in the stomach, thinking he would bend over, and he just laughed more. “You call that a punch?”
“You’re an asshole.” You said, punching your fists to your hips.
“And you’re short.  Didn’t know we were saying obvious things,” he responded.  You both glanced over at the stage as you heard the stage manager call out that there were five minutes left until show time.  Bucky brought down the clipboard and you snatched it from his hand.
“Break a leg.” You said to him.  “Literally.” You turned walking away, shivering as you felt Bucky’s gaze on you.
 ******
 You sighed softly as you walked through the venue later that night, after the show was finished.  The band had only one more show in this building, but there had been consistent problems with the haze machines setting off the fire detectors.  Which by definition was not supposed to happen, since the haze mix was water based.  You assumed that the haze tech had just ordered whatever was cheapest and you wanted to double check that the machines were working properly.  As you pushed the door open, you heard drums from the stage and swore to yourself.  Of course, Bucky was here.  This night couldn’t get worse.  
You walked backstage and fiddled around with the machines, sighing as you did. The haze tech had ended up screwing up one of the machines with a mix of different hazes, so of course it was your job to fix it now.  The tour manager didn’t want to spend extra money, and you had been touring since you were a kid, your parents both a huge part of the industry.  
“Didn’t know you were here,” you heard and looked up as Bucky walked backstage, twirling his drumsticks, grinning at you.  You rolled your eyes.
“Someone has to clean up after everyone’s messes.” You responded.
“Mmm.” He grinned and leaned on the road case next to you.  “You’re the one that helps with the girls, aren’t you?” he asked, and your cheeks flushed red as you worked.  You didn’t look up at him, refusing to let him see you blush.  
“Yeah.”
“Thanks for that.” Bucky said.  “They get clingy after a while.”
“You’re an asshole.”
“Yes, we’ve established that.” Bucky grinned.  
“I don’t want to hear about your fucking sex addiction right now, Barnes.  I’m trying to fix this haze machine.” You said finally looking up at him.  
“Oh, I’ll be real, its not an addiction.  I’m just very into sex, and I enjoy it.”  He grinned. “Don’t you enjoy it?”
“I’m not talking about sex with you.” You said and looked down at the machine.
“Oh, come on.  That’s gonna make me think you’re a virgin.”  He chuckled and you didn’t reply. “Wait… no way.  You’re actually a virgin?” he asked.  You rolled your eyes.
“My sex life is none of your business.”  You said, your voice shaking a little nervously.  
“So, you are a virgin.” He responded, grinning.  He hopped onto the road case, swinging his legs.  “How have you been on the road this long without at the very least getting head?”
“Oh my God.” You mumbled, your face blushing bright red. “You’re such an—”
“Asshole, yeah, it’s on my resume,” Bucky smirked.  “You’ve got to have thought about it.  I mean.  It can’t be easy, hearing me fuck nearly everyone on this tour—”
“You’re such an arrogant asshole, not everyone wants to—”
“Yeah, but you do,” Bucky cut you off.  “I’ve seen how you look at the girls that leave my room.  You’re jealous, aren’t you, kitten?”
“Don’t call me that.”  You said, shivering just a little.  Unfortunately, Bucky noticed.  
“You are jealous,” he said grinning and sliding off the road case, moving toward you.  “You’ve probably touched yourself to hearing me with those other people, haven’t you kitten?” You backed away, shaking a little.
“Bucky--“
“Now don’t lie to me kitten,” he said smirking as you bumped into another road case. He placed a hand on either side of you and grinned down at you. “How long have you wanted to kiss me, kitten?” he asked, and you whimpered a little at the nickname.
“I…” you stammered out as you felt his calloused fingers drift down the skin of your arm. “Bucky…”
“So, a while,” he chuckled softly, leaning so his lips brushed across your neck. “If you don’t want this, tell me.  I’m an asshole, not a jerk.” He said grinning a little.  You bit your lip, looking up at him.  In truth, he was right.  You had wanted this for so long.  You had held off, not wanting to be that girl that slept with the drummer, that slept with people to get ahead.  But let’s be real—Bucky had slept with half the crew already—not just women, but men too, and non-binary people.  You wouldn’t get looked down on at all, and if anyone did, they’d be looking down on themselves as well.  
“Kiss me,” you said softly and a second later you felt Bucky’s lips crash against yours in a fevered kiss as he lifted you effortlessly onto the road case.  Your legs wrapped around his hips automatically as he gripped your hips tightly.  You slipped your fingers through his hair, shivering as you heard a groan fall from his lips as you tugged gently.  He pulled away from your mouth, kissing down your neck, worshiping the area where your jaw met your neck. “Don’t leave a mark—” you gasped out, your face burning and he smirked at you.
“Don’t tell me what to do,” he growled, and you felt a wetness pool between your thighs as he growled at you.  You whimpered as you felt his teeth work at your skin, your fingers gripping his hair tightly as you moaned, pushing your hips into his.  “God, you’re so needy for me, aren’t you, kitten?” he purred into your ear, one of his hands finding its way up your shirt and pushing it up, exposing your breasts to the cold air.  You gasped out his name breathlessly as he pinched and pulled at your nipple.  “Such a good, responsive girl, hmm?” he whispered into your ear.  “Never had anyone touch you like this, have you?  Never had anyone make you feel this good, have you, kitten?”
“No, Bucky, no one,” you breathed out whimpering and arching your back.  He slipped his hands down your body, unbuttoning your pants.
“I’m going to take my time with you, kitten,” he smirked, kneeling in front of you as he pulled your pants down past your knees.  
“What… What are you…” you panted, watching him, then falling back onto your elbows with a gasp as he flicked his tongue against your clit.  “Holy shit” you cried out as he sucked your clit into his mouth, rubbing his finger around your entrance, collecting your slick on his fingers. He slowly pulled away, smirking up at you as he slipped his fingers into his mouth, tasting you.
“God, kitten, you’re nearly dripping for me,” he whispered.  “You’re so wet for me, kitten, and I’ve barely even done anything.”
“Bucky, please—” you begged.
“I’ll be nice to you this once, kitten, because it’s your first,” he grinned.  “Remember that.”  He leaned forward again, slipping his tongue into you as you moaned almost immediately, your head falling back as your chest heaved with your heavy breaths. He slipped a finger into you, pumping in and out as you arched up into his hand.  “Where is it, kitten, where’s your spot—” he whispered and suddenly you felt a burst of pleasure and you cried out, your hips bucking up.
“Jesus Christ—”
“Just Bucky is fine,” he smirked, and any other time you would have punched him in the arm, but he added another finger and oh fuck he was hitting that spot again, and everything was feeling so good, and he was moaning and sucking on your clit and…and…and…
“Bucky, holy fuck!” you cried out, your back arching as you clenched around his fingers, cumming harder than you ever had before by your own hand or vibrator. He slowly pumped his fingers in and out, rising from his knees to kiss you deeply through it as your legs shook. You pulled away, gasping as he slowly pulled his fingers from you.  You moaned softly as he licked his fingers, grinning at you.
“God, kitten, you taste so good for me,” he smirked softly and kissed you.  You shivered as you tasted yourself on his lips, and he pulled away, tilting your head up, his finger hooked under your chin. “Meet me in my dressing room tomorrow, after load out,” he smirked. “There’s so much more I want to teach you.”
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