#rockstar bucky

[buckyalpine]

Oooh I’ve had an idea !!! Fuckboy!Rockstar!Bucky rough fucking a groupie !! She’s high out of her mind and he’s fucking her senseless . Frantic , fast , sloppy . She’s too eager , giving him the sloppiest blowjob and screaming like a woman possessed. Both covered in sweat . Slapping , name calling , hair pulling , fingers in her mouth . Just altogether rough … (if that’s not something you’re into feel free to skip this)

Rockstar Bucky

18+ minors dni

Fuckboy Rockstar Bucky x f groupie reader

Warnings: Bucky is a warning, SMUT (name calling, spanking, breeding kink)

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This. Is. So. Hot. I am into this, I am so so into this. 

The night starts off with you both just smoking some weed in his hotel room after his show; the both of you sharing a joint while laying down. It doesn’t take long for him to have his hands up your skirt, his fingers shoved deep in you while you’re spread out on his lap. He has the joint in one hand, the other in your panties, smirking while you moan and pant, begging for him to keep going. 

He lets you take another hit, loving the way your eyes glaze over, your moans growing louder the higher you get, a thin sheen of sweat covering your body. You can feel his cock hard under you pressing against your ass and there's nothing more you want than to have it fill all your holes. 

***** 

“Fuck, that’s it baby, get my cock nice and wet, fuck you’re such a little slut” his thighs were spread apart on the bed of the hotel room, clothes thrown haphazardly around the room. You moaned around his cock, your eyes rolling back as you took him down your throat. Your face was a mess; tears streaming down your cheeks from letting his cock stretch your throat, his precum and your spit dribbling down your chin. 

“So fucking slutty, always knew you were a cockhungry whore” He smirks, biting his lip watching you stroke the part of his cock you couldn’t fit in your mouth. Not good enough. “C’mon baby, take it all, open up sugar” 

He doesn’t take your whining as a protest, he knows you love it. He cups your face, squeezing your cheeks to force your mouth open more, his other hand guiding the back of your head to shove his cock down your mouth. 

You groan, your nose flush against his trimmed hair, his balls nearly slapping your chin, he’s a menace and you love it. He fucks your face until he can feel his cock throb, hes so close to cumming but he doesn’t want to let go yet, not when he has other plans for you tonight. 

“Baby, I’d love to fill your mouth up but it’ll have to wait until next time” He pulls you off his cock, tossing you onto the bed. You barely have time to process anything when he yanks you by the ankles and grabs you hips up. 

“Ass up baby” Your face is pushed into the mattress, squealing when he slaps your ass, groaning watching the soft flesh jiggle. “You gonna let me taste this pretty pussy?” He spreads your legs apart, putting you on full display for him. 

“Mhm, please Buckyy” you whine out while he teases you with his tongue, sucking and licking the slick that’s already coating your thighs. He doesn’t need to be told twice, licking a long thick stripe from your clit all the way up to your tight ring of muscle, your pussy clenching when he dips back down to fuck you with his tongue.

You can barely get words out, his bruising grip on your thighs keeping them apart grow tighter the wetter you get. He doesn’t want to waste a drop, drinking every bit you spill out. His tongue is buried deep in you but you need more, your clit throbbing and aching. You push your ass back, making him groan, his hand going down to his cock to stroke himself. 

“You’re so fucking messy princess, look at the mess your making” The lower half of his face is covered in your arousal, glistening in the light of the hotel room lamp. You can see his hand moving up and down, the tip of his cock leaking with precum when he strokes himself faster. 

“Bucky, need more, please” 

He smirks because he knows exactly what you need, he’s been avoiding it on purpose just to build your frustration more. He keeps teasing you till your whining and whimpering, trying to push your hips onto his face more. 

“I know sugar, I know, you just need some attention here huh” He flicks your clit with his tongue, grinning when you moan. “So desperate, could play with this little bud all night” 

His lips seal around your sensitive clit, suckling and moaning when you cry out, your hands gripping onto the sheets. He flicks and swirls around your tongue until your nearly sobbing, pulling away just before you cum. 

“Noo, Bucky, fuck-AH” He slaps your ass, his hand rubbing the sting away after, shaking his head. 

“Wanna feel you cum around my cock, I’ll fill you up princess, don’t worry” He’s on his knees behind you, his cock is nudging your entrance. He already knows you’re going to squeeze his cock in that tight little pussy, he hopes to hell his pull out game is strong tonight. If it isn’t oh well. He starts to push the tip in, the both of you moaning when his thick cock starts to stretch you. 

“Come on baby, open up for me” He hisses, your walls clenching and stretching to accommodate his girth “So fuckin’ tight, would’ve thought you’re a virgin if I hadn’t been balls deep in you before” 

“OH fuuuccckkk yes YES” You groan out as he sheathes himself inside, giving you no chance to adjust, his hips snapping against yours in an instant. “FUCKK” His heavy balls are smacking against your clit, his cock kissing your cervix each time he thrusts into you. He loves the way your ass bounces, but he wants more. He wants to see your eyes roll back, he wants to see how fucked out your face gets for him. 

He pulls his cock out, flipping you onto your back before shoving his cock in again with one stroke. He’s slamming into you again, pounding you into the mattress, his face inches away from yours, 

“JAMES PLEASE” Your clawing at his back, you don’t know what sensation to focus on, his cock, his hands gripping onto your waist, his lips brushing against your skin. “M’gonna cum, fuckfuckfuck” Your head lulls to the side but he doesn’t want that, he needs to see you. 

“Lemme see that pretty face sugar” His hands grip your cheeks making your lips pout, forcing you to look at him. “Look at those pretty eyes baby, you’re high as fuck” His eyes are just as hazy as yours, the both of you climbing higher and higher towards your orgasm. 

He loves the way you sound like a porn star; all those moans and screams are just for him. The best part about your screams is how you sound with his fingers shoved in your mouth. You gasp when he stuffs three fingers into your mouth, muffling your moans, drool coating your lips. 

“Keep it down you little slut, unless you want half the floor to hear how good you’re getting it” 

You clench at his words which only stoke his ego more, he loves how dirty you are just for him. For the rest of the world, you’re this sweet little groupie but for him? His personal little fuck toy. He starts to fuck you faster, the headboard rattling against the wall. 

“Let you princess, know you wanna cum, let go baby, cum” Your moans and high pitched whines grow louder, your back arching, warmth and pleasure spreading through your body as your orgasm nearly tips you off the edge. His hands snakes' down to toy with your clit, throwing you head first into your climax, your walls fluttering and clenching around his length. 

He licks the tears spilling down your cheeks, fucking you harder because he can’t hold back anymore. You’re moaning and crying around his cock, your nails leaving angry lines down his back. Your ankles are digging into his ass to feel him even deeper. 

“Princess...”

He knows he has to pull out, and if he wants to he could. Right now. But fuck, your clenching tight walls are so fucking warm and wet. Fuck, imagine his cute little groupie whos supposed to be all innocent walking around with a swollen belly, full of his baby, fuck, fuck, fuck, fu-

“OH FUCCKKK I’m cumming, shit-baby, fuck you feel so good” 

He keeps fucking in to you, his pace sloppy, your mixed arousal squelching and dripping out of you. He hisses as he pulls out, panting beside you, pleased at how utterly wrecked you looked. Perfect. You’re already half asleep, the combination of the weed and Bucky’s cock have you floating on a cloud. You slur in your sleep, snuggling into the sheets. Bucky smirks, throwing his clothes on, giving your ass a soft spank before leaving. 

“Until next time, princess” 

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[accihoe]

Under the Bridge

I'm writing in a moment of despair, forgive me.

Pairing: rockstar!Bucky x rockstar!reader

Summary: The rivalry bands drummers don't have such a rivaling relationship.

Warnings: rivalry

A/u: 90s Rockstar

A/n: I had my main character breakdown in the shower to the RHCP 🤭. As per usual, PLEASE DO NOT STEAL MY WORK. God bless! :)

xxx

"We lost the petition to The Avengers (Bucky's band)." Her bassist delivered the blood boiling news to her on Monday.

"He doesn't have much time left, and it's no use visiting him. He has no recollection of anyone or anything." Her mother broke the news to her on a Tuesday evening about a dear family friend.

"You need to pull up your socks if you want to stay in the band, Y/L/N." The band manager threatened her on Wednesday.

Thursday had its own struggles involving the lugs repeatedly coming loose during practice.

And then Friday. Friday went surprisingly well. Everyone was pleased with her drumming during rehearsal. The band's manager even patted her back. She'd also been nominated as the best female drummer of the decade. It was just before the show that the very tense dam walls broke. Y/N's housesitter, Jane, informed her via a call on the landline that her cat Rosemary had run away.

Rosemary was Y/N's backbone. When even her family doubted her success as a female drummer in the music industry, Rosemary was there with her chirpy meows to inspire Y/N. When she got rejected by agencies, Rosemary was quick to curl up on her chest and purr. When she was ill, Rosemary never left her side. Rosemary grounded her amidst all the chaos. Rosemary went with her from sleeping in a run-down apartment to the house of their dreams.

That night, Y/N played her heart out on stage. Her band mates turned to watch her several times during the set. Their manager was beyond pleased with her. The Avengers were beyond displeased with her, said for their drummer, the Winter Soldier. Yet nobody knew about the secret love between the two rivalling drummers.

Nobody got a chance to congratulate Y/N after the show. She disappeared into the night in her dark leather coat, as did James. "Honey, you were amazing tonight!" Bucky whispered, emerging from the parking lot. "Thank you. Let's get away from here, please." Y/N whispered back. They got into the car, and Bucky drove them off. "What inspired ya?" Bucky asked as they drove into the night.

"Rosemary's gone..." Y/N whispered, looking at her leather-clad knees. "What? Darling, how? What happened?" Bucky asked, eyes laced with concern. "I dunno. Jane called. Said Rosemary hit the road." She said. "Mind if I play a song?" She rushed out before Bucky could answer. "Of course not." Bucky said gently.

Ironically, as they pulled in under a bridge, Under the Bridge by the Red Hot Chilli Peppers started to play. "Did you plan that?" Bucky chuckled. "Yes." Y/N was quick to admit with a small smile. "I love you, you know that?" Bucky sighed, taking the car keys out of the ignition. "I think I do. But hearing you say it warms my heart. I love you too, drummer boy." Y/N smiled at her lover. The lovers sat on the hood of the car as Under the Bridge blared through the speakers, watching the moon reflect in the water.

"I'm sorry about Rosemary. I really am." He said, taking her hand into his. "It's alright, love." Y/N smiled gently, pressing a kiss to his cheek. "I'll help you look for her." Bucky promised. "Thank you. And once we've found her, the three of us will snuggle up and watch Scooby-Doo together." Y/N leaned her head against his shoulder as she spoke. Bucky laughed heartily and agreed.

"Would you be mad if I wrote a song about you?" Bucky asked, bringing her knuckles up to his lips and kissing them. "No. But only if I'm allowed to write one about you too." Y/N said. "The bands will fire us if they hear we wrote songs about each other. Let alone find out about us." Bucky said half jokingly, and half truthfully sad. "Then we'll start a band together." Y/N said softly, taking his left hand and kissing his knuckles.

xxx

Fin. Hope you liked it.

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[boxofbonesfic]

Title: ᴅᴇᴠɪʟ ʙᴇᴛᴡᴇᴇɴ ᴜꜱ [4]

Pairing: Rockstar!Bucky Barnes x Reader

series masterlist || series playlist || chapter song

Summary: Drowning in women and designer drugs, Bucky Barnes of Valkyrie’s Revenge is in a race to rock bottom. Fed up, his bandmates give him an ultimatum—straighten up, or fuck off. In a last, desperate bid to maintain his place, he agrees to return to the one place he swore he’d never set foot again—home.

Warnings: Angst, Drug Addiction, Mental Health issues, Toxicity, Recreational Drug use, Hard drug use, PTSD, Dealing with trauma, Slow Burn, Fluff, MINORS DNI, [More to be added]

A/N: another installment down! i’m really eager to hear what folks are thinking and feeling, so please don’t hesitate to hit my inbox with comments or questions! divider by @firefly-graphics​

series playlist || chapter song

This work is entirely unbeta’d, and unedited. Though I don’t own any of Marvel’s characters, this work and the plot contained inside are entirely mine. I do not consent for this work to be posted anywhere else by anyone but me. Enjoy 😘

🎤

You don’t sleep until the sky starts to turn from deep purple to pink at the edges, waiting for your phone to ring, or the doorbell, or a fierce knock—but nothing comes. You begin to slip down into slumber as the dawn stretches bright fingers up the faded wallpaper of your bedroom, and your anxieties follow you in. 

 You’re in the car. Why are you in the car? The window is cool to the touch beneath your fingers—it’s winter. It was winter. Maybe here it always is. Someone squeezes your hand—Bucky, you know it without looking. You know him so well that even the guitar callouses on his fingertips are as known to you as the folded pages of your favorite book. 

 You stroke your thumb over the creases in his skin. They are the familiar lines of a map you have learned down to the letter—every scar recorded to memory. 

 Why are you in the car? Rebecca is there too, her face blurred in the mirror as she leans over to whisper something to Bucky’s mother. You can’t hear her, like she’s speaking from under water. 

 “You think you’ll ever come back here? When you get famous?” You know how this goes, you remember this part—

 “When we get famous, you mean.” The world tilts on its head and suddenly you are standing in the rain on the shoulder of the road, staring at the smoking, twisted metal—

 “Mommy?”

 Your eyes are slow to open, like your body doesn’t actually want start moving again so soon after falling asleep. Iris is perched on the edge of your bed, her wide gray eyes searching your face. 

 “Hey, sweetheart. I’m sorry,” you sit up onto your elbows with a huff. “I didn’t mean to sleep so late.” You hadn’t slept at all, really, but your daughter doesn’t need to know that. “Were you up long without me?” She shakes her head. 

 “No.” She looks so much like Bucky as she cocks her head at you, her eyebrow lifting ever so slightly as she regards you. It’s almost laughable how many of his mannerisms she’s seems to have inherited despite never being around him, how much of him is in her. 

 Iris crawls up to the head of the bed and scoots underneath the blanket with a little sigh. You wrap your arms around your daughter, pressing a tired kiss to her forehead. 

 “You sleep okay? Any bad dreams?”

 “No. I was a mermaid in my dream.” Iris replies seriously. 

 “Oh? Did you see anything cool down there under the ocean?” As she begins describing the intricacies of her subconscious, you start trying to ready yourself for the day. It’s Saturday—one of your only full days off. Generally, your off time consists of taking Iris to absorb what little culture Meridian and the surrounding counties have to offer, but today, you’re dragging. 

 You haven’t dreamed about the crash since after Iris was two, but you know you shouldn’t be surprised by it’s reoccurrence, not really. The past has a way of biting your ass when you least expect it, your grandmother had said that to you when you were young, and you found it still held true. First Bucky, then Steve—it had been bound to happen sooner or later. 

 You can’t stop thinking about it as you slide out of bed, only managing to half listen to Iris as she describes the flavor of kelp ice cream to you over freezer waffles. 

 Following Bucky back from the softball game, riding in Steve’s truck because Winnie’s tire blew out on her sedan—Bucky was going to go back and pick it up later with the spare from the garage.

 Kissing him and telling him you’d see him at home, that you loved him.

 Watching the drunk driver plow headfirst into Bucky’s truck. 

 Bucky pulling his mother and sister from the wreckage, and screaming, so much screaming—

 “You’re sad today, mommy.” Your head snaps up, your fingers loosening on your fork in your shock. It clatters against the plate, but Iris doesn’t blink. “I can tell.” 

 So fucking much like her dad.

 “I guess I am,” you say after a moment.

 “Why?” 

 You’re not sure what to say—you certainly can’t tell her that you’re thinking about the crash. The one almost exactly a year before she was born. You can’t tell her that that’s when everything fell apart, when Declan Forge’s truck jumped the divider and slammed full speed into Bucky’s Dodge.

 But you don’t want to lie to her either. 

 “Something… bad happened, just before I found out I was pregnant with you. There was an accident, and some people I was very close to passed away.” Iris knows what death is; you’ve never shied away from some of the harsher truths, but this one is still hard for you to stomach. Iris looks like she’s thinking hard, her little brows scrunched up as her nose wrinkles. 

 “I’m sorry you’re sad, mommy.” Your chest goes painfully tight when she places her little hand on your cheek. “You shouldn’t have to be sad.” There’s a simple, childish wisdom in her words that makes you want to protect her, keep Iris just like this forever—but the concern written in the lines of her little face tells you otherwise. 

 You wipe at your tear filled eyes, fixing Iris with a soft smile. “Thanks, kiddo.”

 You bundle Iris into the shower as she talks a mile a minute. There’s barely enough time to answer one of her questions before she’s firing off others, each thought biting the tail of the next as they rush to get to her mouth.

 “Are we going to the center today, mommy?” She asks as you towel her off. “Miss Kitty said there’s berry picking today.” 

 Truth be told, you don’t want to spend any more time at the community center than you have to, these days—especially now that Bucky practically lives there. You’re bound to run into him—Meridian is smaller than a goddamn speck—but you don’t want to do it more than you have to. If Steve is already noticing the uncanny likeness between your daughter and his best friend, you don’t want to add more opportunities for Bucky to do the same. 

 “Wouldn’t you rather go to the park?” You suggest, but Iris shakes her head. “Or maybe the library? Or we could go see—”

 “Mommy, I want to see my friends at the center,” she whines, scuffing her foot against the bathroom tile. “Please?” You can’t deny her trembling lip and wide eyes, and you heave a sigh as you draw the wide toothed comb through her hair. 

 “Sure, sweetheart. We’ll go see your friends at the center.” 

 —

 Steve’s house is better than the studio apartment Tony had rented in his name, Bucky’s grateful for that. Waking up from the withdrawal induced nightmares to stare at the creepy painting of cherubs by his bedside was driving him crazier than the cravings. And now, there’s more than one place to sit around all day parsing out what a piece of shit he is—there are options; the kitchen, the porch, the living room, the den; all laid out for his choosing pleasure. 

 Bucky is currently parked on the porch, smoking what he thinks is either his fifth or eighth cigarette of the morning—he can’t remember. He’d been up early enough to watch the sun rise over the old warehouses in the distance, stretching golden fingers through the streets until it passed beyond the dead-end cul-de-sac where Steve’s mother used to live. 

 He’d missed that funeral, too. Bucky tries to recall where he was when Sarah died, tried to dredge up the memories—but they’re too cloudy for him to sort through. What a good friend, he thinks sourly, shaking either his sixth or ninth cigarette loose from the carton. Don’t even remember when my best friend’s mom kicked the bucket.

 “Hey.” Steve’s voice makes Bucky turn, squinting in the bright morning sun. “You’re up early.” Bucky appreciates that Steve doesn’t comment on the fact that Bucky’s always awake, knees trembling as he picks the cuticles on his hands down to the quick. 

 “Couldn’t sleep.” 

 Steve sits down beside him, shaking his head when Bucky offers him a cigarette. He’s not sure when Steve quit smoking, another memory lost to the shuffle. 

 “You going down to the center today?” Steve asks, and Bucky’s lip curls as he exhales smoke. He doesn’t much fancy going down there to wallow in self pity and regret. Easier just to do it here, where there isn’t anyone to ask him how he’s processing it all. 

 “If I said no would you make me go anyway?” He asks, and Steve actually laughs. 

 “Probably wouldn’t be too hard,” he replies with a chuckle. “You’re skinny as shit.” 

 When they get to the center, Kitty is already there and going strong. She gets an almost religious fervor about herself as she speaks, her eyes bright as her lips move impossibly quickly. It reminds Bucky of what it was like on stage, the crowd’s attention and devotion like a steady morphine drip. He wonders if that’s Kitty’s addiction—being the center of attention. 

 “We talked about rock bottom last meeting,” she says, clapping her hands. “Now I want to talk about moving up. I want to talk about moving forward.”

 No forward for you, the demon mutters. Just under. Six feet, right?

 “Obviously today’s session isn’t mandatory, but it’s still useful. We’re going to give back to our community today, the community that has held us through these tough times.” Bucky’s not sure which community she’s talking about, considering that most of the folks inhabiting Meridian are no better than rabid dogs, but he keeps that little thought to himself. 

 “There’s a local business in need of a little assistance, they’re short staffed this quarter, and we’re going to assist! Isn’t that wonderful?” Bucky wants to shake his head, but refrains from doing so—barely. “Raul’s Berry Farm, out north on 49.” 

 Great.

 Kitty’s rented a van for today’s excursion, but Steve volunteers to drive him, which Bucky is thankful for. He’s not really sure how many more “uplifting” and “inspirational” stories he can handle. He gets back into Steve’s pickup, leaning his head back against the headrest. Steve pulls out into traffic, following the van. His fingers drum nervously against the wheel, tapping out an anxious rhythm Bucky’s not even sure he notices. Steve’s always been fidgety when he’s nervous, though, ever since they were little. 

 “What?” Bucky asks, and Steve turns to look at him like he has three heads. Bucky gestures at Steve’s fingers, tap-dancing across the dashboard. “What’s the problem?” 

 Steve shrugs. “Nothing.”

 “You always were a shit liar.” 

 Steve scowls at him. “It’s nothing, Buck. Seriously.” 

 The berry farm is a Meridian institution, one of the local businesses that had been around since before the town was a town. Bucky doesn’t think that’s a particularly impressive resume, but he knows better than to mention it when he hops out of Steve’s pickup and down into the dusty parking lot. Kitty gestures for everyone to circle in, clapping her hands excitedly. 

 “Alright everyone. We’ve got some little helpers here today too,” she points at a short yellow school bus that Bucky assumes also came from the community center. “I think we all know how important it is in the process to make amends not only to ourselves but to our community!” 

 Can’t make amends to people who are dead though, can you?

 Bucky picks up his five gallon bucket and starts down a line of blueberry bushes. He pops a few into his mouth, tart sweetness bursting over his tongue. He doesn’t wait for Kitty to deliver instructions—after all, how much directing could they possibly need to pick berries? The smell of the hot sun, the laughter of the children racing up and down the rows—it’s nostalgic. Bucky had been here many times himself on school field trips, the farm being one of the only “historic” locations within forty-five minutes of Meridian. 

 A group of children rounds the corner, flying down the dirt path at top speed. One of them crashes into his legs, and then lands back on the ground with a soft oof.

 “Easy, kid.” Bucky reaches down to help her up, and his heart leaps into his throat when Iris beams at him. 

 “Hi, Mr. Bucky!” Her wide smile is missing a couple of teeth. “I’m sorry I runned into you.” 

 “That’s okay.” He glances around, looking for you, but he doesn’t see you. “Where’s, um. Where’s your mom?” She cocks her head at him. 

 “She’s talking with Miss Kitty.” Iris points back towards the parking lot, and then makes a face. “Grown-up stuff.” She looks so much like you, wrinkling her little nose with distaste the same way you do. He can’t help but wonder who you’d found after him, who had tried to help you pick up the pieces because Bucky wouldn’t. 

 Couldn’t.

 And perhaps that’s the worst part of all, that when he’d broken you, he expected you to stay that way. But you hadn’t. You’ve moved on, you’ve grown, while Bucky is stuck in the same mud pit, nursing the same old wounds. Or maybe he isn’t nursing them at all, just tearing them open again and again because he knows he doesn’t deserve peace. 

 If he did, he’d be in the ground same as Beccs. 

 “Do you, um. Do you like blueberries?” Bucky asks lamely. He doesn’t know how to talk to kids, not really. Iris looks around conspiratorially, before gesturing for him to lean in close. 

 “They’re mommy’s favorite,” she stage whispers, and Bucky nods. He remembers that, at least. “She’s sad today. If I bring her something she likes, maybe she’ll be happy again.” Iris says resolutely, secure in the soundness of her childish reasoning. It makes Bucky’s heart ache a little, though he isn’t sure why. “Can you help me?”

 Bucky rubs the back of his neck. He knows you probably don’t want him anywhere near your kid. He looks around, searching for you, but he doesn’t see you. 

 “I dunno, kid, I mean… your mom, she…” Bucky stops, unsure of what to say. He can’t exactly tell a six year old that he’d nuked their relationship, can he?

 “Please?” 

 “I guess I could… help you get a few.” She chatters aimlessly at him, and Bucky struggles to keep up and respond to every loose thought that seems to fly from her little mouth up to his ears. Iris is so much like you—and it isn’t just the fact that in more than a few ways, she could be your twin. She reminds him of you before. 

 His fingers are stained purple by the time Iris’ bucket is even a quarter of the way full. Bucky can’t believe he even remembers how to do this, gripping the soft fruit gingerly and twisting it off of the vine. Iris’ mouth and hands are purple too, though that’s more from eating than picking. She stands up away from the bucket and waves at someone Bucky can’t see, crouched underneath the thorny vines the way he is. 

 “Hi mommy!” He pulls hurriedly away from the bush, wincing as one of the thorns catches his finger. You look less than pleased, but not angry. Panicked might be a better way to describe your tight expression, the frantic way your eyes move back and forth between Bucky and Iris. 

 “Hey, sweetheart. I was looking for you,” you reply. The weak smile on your features grows strained. “Hello Bucky.” 

 “Hey.” 

 “Mr. Bucky helped me get lots of berries, mommy, see?” Iris reaches indigo stained fingers into the bucket, and lets a handful of berries fall through her tiny fingers like gold coins. “Lots!” 

 “Woah! That’s so many,” you agree, placing your hands on your knees as you bend over to peer into her bucket. “I thought maybe we could head out, sweet pea. Maybe go for dinner? My friend made reservations for us somewhere special.”

 “Is it Andy?” Iris replies, her nose wrinkling again. “I don’t like him, mommy.” 

 You wince. 

 Who the fuck is Andy? The live-wire of jealousy that flares to life within him is neither logical nor fair. It’s the same one that had sparked when he’d found out you’d gotten pregnant, moved on, had an entire life without him while he was drowning in pills. But you like pills. The demon’s sly whisper makes him wince. More than anything. 

 “Okay. Well, why don’t we talk about that in the car, hmm? You should go say goodbye to your friends.” 

 “I don’t want to,” Iris whines. “I don’t want to go to dinner, I want to stay and—” You crouch down in front of Iris, grasping her hands in yours. 

 “I know, sweetheart. I know you’re frustrated because you want to stay and play, but it’s time to go. But you’ll see all your friends next week after school, won’t that be fun?” Iris’ pout is gut wrenching, her little lip poking out and trembling as she stares at you with watery eyes. 

 “Okay.” She scuffs her foot against the dirt, kicking up a few pebbles. You massage your temples as you watch her go. 

 “Sorry about that. I hope she wasn’t too much trouble.” You stuff your hands into the pockets of your jeans, making small talk. 

 “No, no. She’s, um. She’s great.” Bucky says, shaking his head. “So… Andy.” He can’t help the bitter tinge that colors his words, he can only hope you don’t taste it too. Your jaw tightens at the mention of his name, and you blow out a breath. “The um. The police guy.” 

 “Yeah.” You look away. “He’s nice.” 

 “I didn’t think badges were your type.” He scoffs.

 “What would you know about my type?” You fire back, hackles already up. Bucky’s lips draw into a thin scowl, and he opens his mouth to loose more venom, but stops, and deflates. 

 “Nothing, I guess.” He says after a moment, shrugging. He attempts to steer the conversation back into safer waters. “Your kid, she’s, um. She’s really something.” 

 “Yeah.” You hook your thumbs through the belt-loops of your jeans. “Even if she does announce my business to the world.” Bucky laughs at that. 

 “That’s what they’re for, right?” He says, and for the first time since he’s been back you really smile at him. Bright and wide and beautiful, like you used to. His chest goes tight. “Looks just like you.”

 You shake your head, laughing. “She…” You hesitate, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear as the two of you watch her gesticulating enthusiastically at another group of kids her age. “She looks like her dad.” It hangs in the air uncomfortably between you. He wants to ask. He wants to ask so badly, but he knows it’ll just make you throw up another wall. He wonders how many you’ve built just because of him. 

 “I didn’t know they would put you guys to work like this,” you say quickly, as though forcing more words out will cover up the ones that went before. “Is that legal?” Your stiff joke lands, and the corners of Bucky’s mouth turn up. 

 “I don’t know. Probably not. Pretty sure there’s hazardous chemicals in the sheds that we could use for nefarious purposes.” For a moment the two of you are laughing together, and Bucky feels the clock rewind—and then it’s over, dirt crunching under Iris’ sneakers as she approaches. 

 “Okay mom,” she says decisively. “We can go.” 

 “Oh, well, thank you very much,” you reply, shaking your head a little. You glance at Bucky over your shoulder. “I guess I’ll, um. See you. Around.”

 “Yeah.” Iris looks back at him too, giving him a wide smile. She tugs her hand out of yours and jogs back over to him, reaching conspiratorially into her pocket. 

 “I saved you some,” she says, and then holds a purple stained finger over her mouth. “Don’t tell, okay?”

 “Okay,” Bucky whispers back, nodding seriously. “I won’t tell.” The berries are a little squished and hot from the heat of her palm, and they stain his fingers with fresh purple juice. He watches you go, Iris bouncing excitedly beside you as—Bucky grimaces. He remembers Andy well enough, his manicured beard and sharply pressed uniform hard to miss. Bucky gets a perverse sort of pleasure watching Iris’ lukewarm greeting, and the way you turn your face so that he gets your cheek when he drops his head for a kiss. 

 Prick.

 At least he knew Andy wasn’t Iris’ father. That would have been a much harder pill for him to swallow, and all the more distasteful. Who is her father? The question plagues him as they head back to the community center. It’s like a rock in his shoe, impossible to ignore no matter how many times he shifts it’s position. There are other rocks too, ones that make him narrow his eyes as he stares out the window at the passing countryside. Iris’ allergy, her age… 

 He supposed he had been trying not to think about it, the thought playing at the edges of his conscious mind. Mainly because it would be unthinkable—you’d agreed, both  of you had agreed that you would get an abortion. 

 So Iris couldn’t be his. 

 What if she didn’t? The oily smooth voice at the back of his mind whispers. What if she didn’t?

 Steve’s pickup rumbles into the driveway, and Bucky sits in it vacantly for a few minutes after Steve hops out. The thought eats at him, won’t leave him alone. 

 What if?

 What if?

 What if?

 “Buck, you’re pacing.” Steve comments from the doorway of his room. “I can hear you downstairs.” Bucky scrubs a hand down his face. 

 “I’m sorry.” He perches on the edge of the bed, his hand tapping nervously against his knee. “I just, I can’t stop thinking, you know?” Usually he has the pills to help with that, to dull the anxious turning of his mind. But now, he has nothing. 

 “Yeah?” Steve moves to sit beside him. “What about?”

 “About Jellybean, and the kid, and fuck, what if it’s mine? And I never fucking knew this whole goddamn time? That would fucking serve me right, wouldn’t it?” Bucky barks out a humorless laugh. He looks at Steve, waiting for him to say something, anything. “Right? I mean it’s not possible, right? It-It’s not.” 

 It’s so silent, Bucky reckons he could hear a pin drop. For once he’s thankful to be out of the haze, because it lets the puzzle pieces slide together almost disgustingly easily. His face contorts as he jumps up, away from Steve. 

 “Oh my God.” He presses the heels of his palms into his closed eyes as he shakes his head. “You fucking knew.” Steve holds his hands out placatingly. 

 “Buck.” He reaches out to place a hand on Bucky’s shoulder, but he shoves him away. 

 “No, you shut the fuck up,” Bucky says, shaking his head disbelievingly. “You fucking knew.”  His voice cracks, just a little. 

 “She asked me not to say anything. I swear, I didn’t know before we got back—” Bucky’s already running down the stairs, the sound of his pulse roaring in his ears blocking out the sound of Steve frantically shouting his name. He doesn’t realize he’s leaving the house until he’s already outside, rapidly fleeing into the coming evening before Steve has a chance to follow.

 I have a daughter.

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[rookthorne]

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Pairing // Rockstar!Bucky Barnes x F!Reader Word Count // 4.5k Warnings // swearing, pet names, fluff, suggestive lyrics and behaviour, smut (praise kink, implied piv, fingering, oral - m receiving) Author's Note // my first writing project of 2023 and I had an absolute fucking ball with this, thank you @buckyismybicycle for allowing me to join this universe and I can't fucking wait to build this world with you!

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Ecstasy burned through your veins like wildfire, the bass becoming the rhythm of your heart; when his honeyed words shattered your resolve, you could only hold on for the ride.

Chaos. It was chaos. Members of the sound crew hurried back and forth, while the sound of wheels over grates and metal grinded your senses into a frenzy. Another night, another show, and another opportunity to question just how the fuck you landed here. 

Against your better judgement, you had followed Bucky to the next state over - the reasoning that you were tired of routine, spontaneity was something you craved, and Bucky supplied it. Maybe all too readily, if you were being honest.

The band had welcomed you like one of their own, embracing you into their fold of misfits and black sheep, and it was natural that you would latch onto Nat’s company more than most. The fiery redhead was fast, sharp, and lethal - no way in hell would you want to find yourself on the business end of her boot heels. 

Crew members continued to swarm and congregate around you, flocking to corners of the stage and making last minute adjustments before soundcheck. Tonight’s show would be intense, according to Bucky, at least. 

“I know you’re gonna love this set, sweetheart,” Bucky said that morning, conveniently still laid up in bed with you pulled flush to his muscled and tattooed chest, and he wasn’t letting you go. “Jus’ have to make one last change.”

You looked up at him sleepily, blinking the sleep from your eyes and simultaneously praying that the vision before you wasn't a dream. “Why’s that, baby?”

Bucky said nothing, his expression curiously blank while the corner of his lip began to lift in a coy smirk. “Patience, you’ll see.”

The rest of your morning was full of recounting - much to your frustration - the moments Bucky did in fact, make you scream the night before. Each memory that resurfaced was a chip away at your resolve to not jump his Bucky’s bones, instead, you settled for squeezing your thighs as you rested against a dormant speaker. 

Deep breath: in for four, out for four, you thought. 

“Doll!” 

Shit.

You whipped around at the sound of Bucky’s voice. He was standing with Nat and Clint who was shot gunning Monster cans like it was nobody’s business. Scott, the most laidback of the lot, was nowhere to be seen. “C’mere!” 

Being the tall, dark, and broody siren he was, you couldn’t resist his call.

“She looks exhausted, Buck,” Nat commented, her blunt appraisal brought heat to the tips of your ears. Damn it, you cursed. “Never mind the fact you were up all fucking night rocking the damn bus.”

Bucky only laughed as you hid your face behind your hands, only slightly resisting the pull of his arm around your shoulders. “Leave her alone, Nat,” Bucky said while he squeezed your arm and used his free hand to shove Nat on the shoulder. “Don’t think I don’t know about you and your victims.”

“Shut the fuck up, Barnes,” Nat groused while turning on her heels and with more grace than you thought possible, flipping Bucky off while simultaneously fiddling with her beloved bass, the slap of her boots echoing amongst the chaos. 

“Huh, look at that,” Bucky mused, a ghost of a laugh in his voice. “Off to find another one.”

Clint snorted and flipped the drum sticks in his hands, the fluidity of his movements hypnotising. “How’re you doin’, Clint?” You asked around a yawn and you let Bucky pull you closer, your front now snug against his. 

“Yeah, good,” Clint paused while he looked around the stage. “Need more caffeine.”

“You have any more caffeine, brother, you’ll be on a different fuckin’ planet when it’s set time,” Bucky warned, a brow raised. 

Clint laughed, a full belly laugh, and saluted. “Ain’t that the point, Buck?”

“Whatever,” Bucky sighed, shaking his head while he watched Clint’s retreating back. “I dunno how he’s still breathin’ with all that shit.”

“It’s a miracle,” you said quietly, and Bucky laughed. 

“You ready for tonight, sweetheart?”

“I hope so,” you said, unable to keep the suspicion from your tone. “Sound check is now, isn’t it?” Bucky nodded and looked up to watch the crew working at a much more sedate pace. 

“I want you to wait in the bus,” Bucky began and you looked up sharply. “Trust me.” He leant down and captured your lips in a kiss that was too hungry for its own good. Pulling away, Bucky rested his forehead on yours, his heated breath fanning over your lips. “Can you do that for me?”

“Alright.”

Bucky smirked, his eyes flashing with mischief. “Good girl.”

Time flew by with your trepidation mounting, the minutes only served to make you twitch and fidget with excitement - set time was nearing and nearing, approaching faster than a cheetah on cocaine, a comparison that would have made Clint howl with laughter, if he were here. 

The band would be doing the final checks before their set by now, and you felt out of place being on the bus that served as your reminder for your unwilling promise. Bucky had asked you to stay put in the bus until he, or someone else, came and got you. You had already decided you wanted to be in the crowd for this one - the possibility of the very rush you felt only the other night was too good to pass up, and if it was to be as intense as Bucky inferred, you were certainly in for a treat. 

A sudden series of bangs against the bus door made you jump, your glass almost slipping from your grip. 

“Hey!” A voice called, muffled but still loud. “Bucky asked me to come grab you for the show!”

“Coming!” You managed to stifle the disappointment from not having Bucky collect you, you knew he was a busy man. “Hang on.” The door opened wide to reveal a brunette with a bright expression, he was rocking on the balls of his feet and when he looked up to find you in the doorway, it was a wonder you weren’t knocked off your feet by his excitement. 

“I’m Peter, by the way,” he introduced himself, offering his hand to help you down the steps. “Bucky said you wanted to be amongst the crowd for tonight's show, so he’s set you up in the VIP section.”

“Awesome,” you said, grinning wide. Peter gestured to the gates and you followed closely behind as he strode towards the gates, his radio chattering non-stop. 

The floor was shaking with the bass from Cap Quartet’s final song while Peter hung back with you for the song to finish. You discovered that while he was only young, he had risen the ranks quickly and often travelled with Bucky’s band under the employment of Sharon.

Riley’s voice echoed from centre stage and Peter urged you forward through a gate where he directed you to security.

In a flurry of movements and even more chaos, your middle was finally pressed against the front fence of the VIP section while adrenaline began to pump in earnest through your veins. The music hadn’t even started yet and you were vibrating with excitement. The mystique and unknown nature of the set tonight left you feeling slightly breathless while people of all walks of life flooded the open ground of the pit, pushing and falling over one another to get the prime position at the front. 

It was almost time.

The lights dimmed, an inescapable and palpable excitement rolled from the crowd around you, cries and whoops of adrenaline crescendoed into a dull roar. The stage, once lit by bright spotlights, turned dark with shadows; shrouding the devil you knew lurked within them.

“Hello, fuckers,” Bucky said over the mic, and pandemonium reigned. 

Spotlights snapped on and Bucky was silhouetted from behind, his arms wide while his guitar hung from his neck; the tattoos on his arms and sides blazed proudly, shown off by the muscle tank he chose to pair with deliciously tight ripped and distressed jeans. By some miracle, he sensed your unabashed stare and met your eye, throwing you a wink before the lights finally centred on him - a beacon for all those who found solidarity in his music. 

“How we doin’ tonight?” Bucky yelled into the mic, pacing the stage and looking out amongst the sea of bodies. You watched as a grin grew on his lips at the crowd’s nonsensical scream. “I said,” he repeated smugly, “how are we doin’ tonight!”

Bucky’s booming voice gave way to a laugh as the cries from the audience bolstered his energy, you could tell by the way his fingers twitched over the strings of his guitar. It was near impossible to block out what those very same fingers had you begging for him to do last night. 

Desperate to distract yourself, you glanced around at the others. Nat stood tall, her spiked and heeled leather boots shining in the light. Her expression was full of righteous arrogance as she looked out at the audience when she caught your eye, a wide smirk gracing her blood red lips. Scott was jumping up and down on the spot, amped and absolutely unable to control the energy coursing through his veins. At the back of the stage, Clint sat behind the set of drums like it was a throne, flipping and twirling his sticks with caffeinated enthusiasm. 

“Tonight is a very special set,” Bucky called to cheers and whoops. His gaze met yours and he smirked, making his way to stand front and centre, right in front of you. “Now let’s fuckin’ hear it.” The crowd went wild as the lights changed, an orange and red glow through the haze of bodies and smoke. 

The opening notes of the song rang out from Scott’s guitar before Clint kickstarted the bass, Nat and Bucky following suit with rousing riffs that made your heart quake in your chest. 

Well, it's midnight, damn right

We're wound up too tight,

I've got a fist full of whiskey

The bottle just bit me,

Oh, that shit makes me bat shit crazy

We've got no fear, no doubt

All in balls out!

Bucky’s rasp made the song sound just as intense, and you could feel the freedom of just being built up from your toes - he did not lie, intense was an understatement. 

We're going off tonight

To kick out every light

Take anything we want

Drink everything in sight

We're going till the world stops turning

While we burn it to the ground tonight,

With every line he sang, Bucky pointed at the crowd, a resounding “HEY!” echoing off the walls and into the night. His smile was priceless. 

We're screaming like demons

Swinging from the ceiling,

I got a fist full of fifties

Tequila just hit me,

People around you were jumping on the spot, screaming and shouting along with Bucky’s voice while he bounded around the stage - it was a wonder he stayed on key. To hell with it, you thought, and joined the crowd, jumping up and down without a care in the world while your heart pumped ecstasy through your veins. 

Oh, we got no class, no taste

No shirt, and shit faced,

We got it lined up, shot down

Firing back straight crown,

You laughed aloud with the lyrics and Bucky looked down at you amongst the sea of faces, his pupils were blown with adrenaline and his hair had begun to plaster to his forehead with sweat. If you hadn’t been staring avidly you would have missed his subtle glance down your body, nor the predatory glint in his eyes.

If only you knew what was next. 

Choruses and solos passed with even more rousing cries from the crowd and you were breathless, almost unable to bear even an ounce more adrenaline. 

Someone in the audience threw a literal bra on stage and Bucky caught it one handed, a sly grin cracking his features like a chisel through marble. “Hey, Clint!” Bucky called and you watched as Bucky threw the bra towards the drummer who caught it in a singular second break to hang it off a cymbal. Bucky’s eyes found you in the crowd again and he licked his lips, staring at your heaving chest when the next bridge started. 

Bucky’s voice started softer for these few lines, while Nat’s bass line shone through. 

Ticking like a time bomb

Drinking till the nights gone,

Well, get your hands off of this glass

Last call my ass,

His voice grew in volume and intensity, the baritone literally hammering your heart in its rhythm. You felt like you were floating, the adrenaline fully consuming you in its waves and drowning you. 

Well, no chain, no lock

And this train won't stop,

We got no fear, no doubt

All in balls out!

Bucky held the last note for so long you watched the veins in his neck stand out in relief; the memory of seeing him above you just like that was too much, you felt faint and far too turned on. Get it together!

We're going off tonight

To kick out every light

Take anything we want

Drink everything in sight

We're going till the world stops turning

While we burn it to the ground tonight!

The final notes of the song echoed off the stage where it mingled with shouts and screams, the crowd was amped up and feral in its intensity. 

Bucky was literally dripping with sweat as he came to stand right in front of you again, his breathless voice calling into the audience, but you couldn’t hear over the pounding in your ears. The muscle tank he was wearing had rode up in his exuberance, showing just a peek of where you had left your mark on him. 

“Holy fuck,” you whispered. The world came into focus again when you took a deep breath.

“This next one is next fuckin’ level, you hellions,” Bucky yelled, snatching a bottle of water from off stage while his guitar swung around. “Are you ready!”

“YES!”

“I didn’t hear you,” Bucky hummed, grinning. “I said, ARE YOU READY!”

The roar from the crowd was unintelligible and deafening, and Bucky looked down to stare at you with a wolfish grin. You suddenly felt the apprehension from earlier return with a vengeance. 

What the fuck was he planning?

Scott began the beginning riffs of the mystery song when Bucky and Nat started, then Clint on the kick bass. The percussive sound rattled your bones and you finally realised…

Oh, that smug bastard. You grinned widely and Bucky winked back, when the intro began. 

Got to meet the hottie with the million dollar body

They say it's over budget

But you'd pay her just to touch it, come on,

The crowd rushed forward and you shouted along with Bucky, keeping your gaze locked with his face as he moved his fingers like it was second nature, his expression warping from concentration to sly smugness in a flash. 

Needs to hit the big screen

And shoot a little love scene

If Hollywood had called her

She'd be gone before ya hollered, come on,

Bucky watched you as he sang into the mic, his foot tapping with the beat while Nat, Scott, and Clint played to perfection. The next verse was fast paced and Bucky kept pace like he was made to.

Dirty little lady with the pretty pink thong

Every sugar daddy hittin’ on her all night long

Doesn't care about the money

She could be with anybody

Ain't it funny how the honey wanted you all along,

The bass increased tenfold, rattling your bones and your heart hammered to keep pace to keep you standing. You couldn’t focus, you could only see the way Bucky was staring at you as he worked the neck of his guitar and sang with such allure it was like he was fucking you from only a few feet away. 

You saw in your mind's eye how Bucky loomed over you the night before, driving his hips into you with animalistic ferocity. It was a shock he hadn’t split you in half after he made you come undone over and over again. “Fuckin’ look at you, sweetheart,” Bucky purred, his lips just inches from your pulse point. “Look at how you’re takin’ me.”

You're ripping up the dance floor, honey

You shake your ass around for everyone,

I love the way you dance with anybody

And tease them all by sucking on your thumb,

You're so much cooler

When you never pull it out,

Nat’s voice merged seamlessly with the chants of the crowd, but you could not look away from Bucky’s stare as he held the lead. He had you pinned to the spot with the inferno roiling away in your guts, the coil set to spring. 

Cause you look so much cuter

With something in your mouth,

The world froze, a juxtaposition to the hellscape that was your body. Smug bastard, you thought, and taking the invitation to tease, you opened your mouth and flattened your tongue; a striking imitation of how you had taken his cock that morning.

Bucky tensed and his eyes narrowed, but he didn’t falter. 

Crafty little lip tricks

Tattoos on her left hip,

She bending as your spending

There's no end to it so baby, come on,

Dressed up like a princess

Bettin' that her skin smells better

Than the scent of every flower in the desert, come on,

Bucky’s voice sounded heavier, the hedonistic image fuelling the fire. You were fucking doomed tonight; you knew that for sure. The chorus gave Bucky a breather, and he took the opportunity to bound back and forth over the stage to absorb the kinetic frenzy of people flocking to his every move. 

The next verse was softer and Bucky made sure to stand front and centre once more while his fingers worked effortlessly through the rifts; teasing you mercilessly with unnecessary flicks of his fingers and come hither gestures. 

Bastard. 

She loves the night scene bar queen

Living for the fun taking over

Every dance floor like she's the only one,

In the spotlight all night dissing everyone

And trying to look so innocent

While sucking on her thumb,

Bucky pointed right at you, his gaze scorching with its intensity and he bent at the hip, miraculously keeping time with the others - even with the start of a sizable tent in his jeans. You looked up at him through your lashes and smirked. 

You're so much cooler

When you never pull it out,

So much cuter

With something in your mouth,

You opened your mouth and stuck your tongue out again. Teasing him was too much fun, and you swore he snarled in frustration, wrestling with the animal within him to keep time with the others. The chorus began again and Bucky bounded off and you trailed his every move with keen eyes, his ass perfectly on show; you wanted to grab ahold of it like you did last night, urge him further, faster.

The outro was epic and Bucky stood next to Scott, back-to-back as they played the riffs with precision. 

You're so much cooler

When you never pull it out,

Cause you look so much cuter

With something in your-

Clint’s kick bass thundered around the venue and it marked the end. Screams and cheers echoed from the crowd and the lights dimmed low, you could see the band milling about the stage, knocking back bottles of water, or Monster - in Clint’s case. 

“Thank you, fuckers, for the killer set!” Bucky boomed, and he was bathed in light by the softer spotlights. He was flushed red with exertion; his hair was plastered to his forehead and neck with sweat and his tattoos glistened. The others looked almost identical - exhausted and thoroughly spent. Bucky’s yell was met with more cheers and whoops, a universal applause for a job well done. 

People began to filter out towards the exits and merch stands when Bucky knelt down on stage and gestured to a security guard, and you watched as he pointed towards you. They exchanged a few words, the guard followed Bucky’s finger and nodded curtly. “Ma’am,” he said once he neared. “Barnes wants you backstage.”

You couldn’t scramble over the fence fast enough. 

“You guys did amazing!” You gushed, running towards Nat, Scott, and Clint. Bucky was nowhere to be seen. “That was insane!”

They all tiredly said their thanks and downed more drinks and food, when Bucky appeared. “Glad you thought so- oof!”

You collided with Bucky, ignorant of how he stumbled to catch you in your haste; if you didn’t do something to get a release, you would go insane. Bucky placed his bottle down and lifted you from the floor, the plains of muscles in his shoulders, chest, and arms rippling with the effort and it was all you could do not to pass out on the spot. 

The kiss you pulled him into was all hunger; teeth and tongue clashing with fervour you’d never felt before, you needed him. 

You pulled back just enough to calm the roar of blood in your ears. “Need you, now, please, I can’t-”

“Get a fucking room!” Nat yelled, rolling her eyes. 

Bucky glanced over your shoulder and threw Nat a glare before flipping her off. “Plan to!” He called over his shoulder as he turned on his heel and barged into a - blessedly - empty room off the hallway to the stage. 

“Fuck, doll,” Bucky gasped when you squirmed, your ass rubbing against the tent at his crotch. “Couldn’t fuckin’ handle your teasin’.”

“I know,” you whispered, smirking as you ran a hand through his hair while he stared at you. His pupils were entirely blown, only a slither of stormy grey visible. “Need you, please,” you whined.

“Dunno if you deserve it, sweetheart,” Bucky growled and you looked up at him in shock. What the fuck? “Teasin’ me the entire set? That’s jus’ cruel.”

Oh, fuck. That should not have turned you on so much. You gulped when you felt your cunt clench around nothing. 

“That get you, sweetheart, hmm?” Bucky hummed. He lowered you to the floor so you were standing on your own, remarkably shaky, two feet. “Don’t you lie to me, who am I?”

Desire shrouded any sense of preservation, your inhibitions disappearing like the slick down your thighs. You were so fucking doomed. The mumbled reply you gave didn’t seem to please Bucky because he glared, his figure casting a shadow over you. 

“Say that again for me, a lil’ louder.” Bucky’s finger came to rest under your chin and he forced your head up so you’d meet his eyes. “I know you want to.”

“Yes, master,” you whispered, the slight humour of the other night not lost on either of you. 

Bucky chuckled darkly. “Good girl.” He crowded you against the wall and pinned you with his knee between your thighs and you moaned weakly at the sudden pressure. “Tell me what you want, sweet thing, c’mon.”

“You, you, I want you, please,” you rushed, trying with all your might not to whimper while he attacked your throat with open-mouthed kisses. 

Bucky fumbled with the belt of your pants and you giggled, taking the reprieve to breath your way through the dizziness. Not even a minute later you stood pinned to the wall, your pants bunched at your ankles while Bucky teased your clit with his thumb. The coil was already tightly poised, you were not going to last long at all. 

“Please, please, Bucky, need-” 

“I know what you need, sweetheart,” Bucky cooed, his eyes watching you intently before he dived back down to mark your neck. He pushed in with two fingers and the sudden pressure made you cry out. “That’s it, easy, be good for me,” Bucky hushed, straightening up to stare down at you and how you were unravelling. “You’re gonna be good for me, aren’t you?”

You nodded feverishly against the onslaught of pleasure, he was tenacious in his exploration and he knew, even in this short of a time, where every single spot was to make you sing. 

“I want you to come for me,” Bucky huffed against your lips before he placed a bruising kiss to silence you. “I need you to come, let go,” he punctuated his words with a firm swipe against that spot, his dextrous fingers repeating the motion non-stop until your thighs shook. “Come for me, sweetheart.”

“Oh, god, Buck-” 

Your vision whited out with the intensity. Bucky held you and coaxed you through with gentler touches. “That’s it, good girl, such a good girl for me,” he whispered while peppering your face with soft kisses you barely registered. 

The waves ebbed and flowed, and you finally looked up dazedly to stare back at him. Bucky smiled softly. “There’s my girl,” he whispered. You couldn’t help but feel a flood of emotion in your blissed out state when Bucky’s painfully hard dick rubbed against your thigh; his breath hitch was quiet enough you would have missed it, if you hadn’t been listening for it in the first place. 

“Wan’ your cock, Bucky,” you whined suddenly and Bucky groaned. “Please, need it.”

You lowered yourself to your knees, kissing and biting your way down Bucky’s chiselled chest and stomach, all while his dick twitched with need the closer you got. You made short work of his briefs and reached out to collect the dribble of precum that was in danger of going to waste. “Oh, god,” Bucky moaned as he watched you lick your finger clean. “Fuck.”

Slowly, you began to move your hand up and down his length while he bit back his whimpers. “Wanna hear you, Buck,” you whispered, moving forward to suckle at the tip. The sight above you was distracting, to say the least; the flush covering his neck and chest added a pop of extra colour to his tattoos, his chest heaved for breath and his hands flew everywhere but where you wanted them. 

Bucky startled when you grabbed hold of his hand and put it to the back of your head, and with a sultry glance back up to watch what you were about to do to him, you relaxed your jaw and inched forward until your eyes watered. “Oh, fucking hell,” he gasped, the grip on your hair tight. 

Staying like that for a moment, you hollowed your cheeks and sucked. “Fuck! Baby, oh-” You would have giggled if his length wasn’t heavy on your tongue.

You pulled back for air but you kept the tip in your mouth, lapping at it with your flattened tongue. “You look so cute, kitten,” Bucky praised, the rasp in his voice lowering the octave while he caressed your cheek. “With my cock in your mouth, god, look at you.”

It would be one of your biggest achievements, making him come as hard and as fast as you did, and for damn sure you would hold it over his head; you were nothing if not competitive, and you couldn’t wait to be pulled down from your pedestal. 

And, the next morning, if Bucky’s voice was even more raspy than normal - it was no one’s business. 

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[buckyismybicycle]

Title: “I wanna be your slave, I wanna be your master” [AO3 Link]   Originally written as part of: Bucky Barnes As… a Rockstar  SERIES MASTERLIST  Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader Rating: Mature Summary/Notes: This is, pretty much, exactly what it looks like. Rockstar Bucky, Flirting, etc. EDIT: Now! I’m happy to announce that this is now IT’S OWN SERIES that I have the honour of writing with @rookthorne! More rockstar!Bucky for everyone! 

“𝐦𝐲 𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫 𝐨𝐧 𝐇𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐲𝐰𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐁𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐞𝐯𝐚𝐫𝐝” Series Masterlist | Part 2 »

The crowd is already worked up from the band on stage and Bucky is grinning maniacally behind the stage. Nat, his bassist, looks at him like he’s grown a second head.

“You good, Buck?”

“Fucking fantastic, Natalia. I’m fucking fantastic. You see ‘em? It’s packed out there.”

“Your shows have been sold out all week,” Sharon reminds him while fixing Scott’s guitar strap.

“Iunno, Shar, it’s just different. Somethin’ about this place.” His blood is pumping from the heavy bass, the Cap Quartet rocking out on stage. He’s played shows with them before - Sam, Steve, Joaquin and Riley are all cool dudes. They’d become friends pretty easily, so it was a no-brainer that they were the first band Bucky asked to co-headline his tour.

—

“Thank you, you beautiful bastards!” Riley’s voice booms, followed by a loud screeching of the crowd. “Hang onto your panties if you still got ‘em, because the final act is gonna knock you dead. Yeah, you know who I’m talking about, the band you’ve all been waiting for — let me hear you fuckers!”

Bucky closes his eyes and lets the thrum of the audience's cheer work its way all the way into his bones. Fuck, he almost has a boner.

“Where’s Clint?” He asks, eager to get on stage. Natasha jerks a finger behind her where Clint is downing a bag of Cheerios between sips of Mountain Dew. Bucky grins, because it means Clint will be amped. Bucky can’t help but strum his own guitar a few times, the calluses on his fingers a permanent fixture by now.

Natasha hauls both Scott and Clint over practically by the ear, her studded combat boots thumping with each step.

“Ready?” Bucky asks with a wicked smile.

“Ready,” the three return in their usual manner, with grins and lazy salutes. Then it’s blinding lights and deafening roars.

Bucky wastes no time in getting the crowd amped.

“C’mon, are we asleep out here?! Let’s gooooo bay-beeeeeeeee!” While Bucky is loud, the crowd is louder and they are on their feet from the first strum of his guitar, and Bucky feels high as a kite.

It’s not your first show at the Kathedral, but it’s certainly the loudest. You’d never heard of this particular band, but Misty’s best friends make up the Cap Quartet, so you had to support them, of course. And they were good, you actually liked when they popped up on your shuffle.

Originally, you thought you’d maybe dip after they were done - sitting for two opening acts and the Cap Quartet’s set already had your feet aching. But the moment the next band stepped out, and Misty starts jumping up and down beside you, you have no choice but to stay. The energy was infectious and you kind of missed just letting go. You may not be a rebellious teenager anymore, but the atmosphere of being at a rock concert makes you feel young and reckless again. Even the smell of spilled beer and sweat brings back a bit of nostalgia, back to when you were sixteen and had ‘X’s drawn on your hands just to get in the venue.

“C’mon, are we asleep out here?!” You hear the singer shout, and you can’t help but think how beautiful the whole band is.

There’s a redhead rocking heeled boots that look like they could kill a man, her bass guitar plastered with stickers. The drummer is wearing a sleeveless muscle tank that does wonders for his arms and the other guitarist has a dazzling smile when he looks out into the crowd.

But the lead singer - he’s rocking black leather pants that bunch above his combat boots like he’d haphazardly stuck his feet in, but they’re tight across his thighs. You can see every flex in his muscles as he jumps around on stage. His hair whips around his face as he throws his whole body into his performance. It’s a small miracle he even manages to hit any notes on his guitar. His black t-shirt stretches across his shoulders and chest, hugging his biceps, which makes your mouth water, but what really hits you is his voice.

The opening notes of his song are the epitome of zero to one hundred. Your throat almost hurts just from watching him, but he’s nothing but smiles, clearly lost in what he loves.

I know I'm out of sight But am I out of mind? And when I close my eyes I dream I'll see you in the afterlife

He gets a moment of reprieve when the next part comes up, before he ramps up again, the veins in his neck prominent, making you wanna lick them. A glint of metal flashes in his mouth when he sings — a tongue piercing, probably.

One at a time I know this bridge we built won't last But it'll hold for at least a while Even when the life leaves your bones Your soul will follow me wherever I go It's in the way I feel your fire even when I sleep at night I stay inside your glow

He hits the chorus again, just as hard as he did at the beginning and you swear the floor shakes as everyone jumps.

I know I'm out of sight But am I out of mind? And when I close my eyes I dream I'll see you in the afterlife

Then he faces the audience and hops on the speaker in front, leaning forward with his microphone, his other hand waving for the crowd to sing it back to him. You’re captivated by his crystal-like eyes as the lights bounce off them.

I know I'm out of sight But am I out of mind? And when I close my eyes I dream I'll see you in the afterlife

You even find yourself shouting along, the song is so catchy that you’re into it from the moment it started. As you shout the last line, he looks right at you and it’s like an electrifying bolt through your body as he holds the look for the next line before he bounds off to the sides of the stage that he’s been neglecting.

You’re in awe as his voice changes to something smooth and soft, the instruments that were near deafening slowing down with him. He sways in the middle of the stage, face turned up as though in prayer, the bassist even hitting a few notes on the keyboard to her side as she backs him up, vocally.

I dream I'll see you in the I dream I'll see you in the I dream I'll see you in the I dream I'll see you in the I lost a vital part of me (I dream I'll see you in the) Lost a vital part of me (I dream I'll see you in the) Lost a vital part of me (I dream I'll see you in the) Lost a vital part of me (I dream I'll see you in the)

And in perfect sync, the band picks up, hard again, all of them (except the drummer) jumping as well and the crowd goes wild. You narrowly miss getting kicked in the head by a crowdsurfer, who gets a fistbump from the singer over the side of the stage.

I know I'm out of sight But am I out of mind? And when I close my eyes I dream I'll see you in the afterlife Lost a vital part of me Lost a vital part of me Now there's nothing left I dream I'll see you in the afterlife

You’re in a trance when he ends the song, holding the note so long you’re sure his lungs should burst. Maybe it’s the heat, or the adrenaline, or just your heart pumping out of your chest as you bounce for the rest of the set, but you could swear that the lead singer kept catching your eye.

You feel like you’re flying, on cloud nine, so maybe it’s all in your head, but goddamn if you didn’t twitch with want every time you met his eyes. How this crowd still had energy was beyond you, you knew that you were dead on your feet, hair plastered to your neck with sweat but grinning wildly.

“Alright you hellions, this is the last one.” When the crowd starts chanting ‘encore, encore’ he just laughs into the mic, his voice a little raspy from his performance.

“If we could, we’d play all fuckin’ night, you know that! But some of us gotta get to Indiana by tomorrow night. So we gotta make this last one count. Let’s get sexy, folks.”

His husky voice makes it absolutely devastating as he starts off by smirking at you.

I wanna be your slave I wanna be your master I wanna make your heart beat Run like rollercoasters I wanna be a good boy I wanna be a gangster 'Cause you can be the beauty And I could be the monster

It’s as though each line sent a new wave of desire through you. You picture calling him a good boy, wonder if he’d flush just as beautifully as he did now under the heat of the lights.

I love you since this morning Not just for aesthetic I wanna touch your body So fucking electric

The crowd loses its collective mind as he starts to ruck up his shirt, as each line gets progressively more seductive, and his shirt rides further and further up. You can’t help but ogle his washboard abs glistening with sweat since he was right there.

I know you scared of me You said that I'm too eccentric I'm crying all my tears And that's fucking pathetic I wanna make you hungry Then I wanna feed ya I wanna paint your face Like you're my Mona Lisa

Fuck, if that wasn’t the hottest image you’d had all night. His shirt comes off over his head and he twirls it, throwing behind him.

I wanna be a champion I wanna be a loser I'll even be a clown Cause I just wanna amuse ya I wanna be your sex toy I wanna be your teacher I wanna be your sin I wanna be a preacher

You lick your lips just as he turns to you and if possible, his smile grows even bigger, feral, as he sings right at you. The lyrics made your head spin with want.

I wanna make you love me Then I wanna leave ya 'Cause baby I'm your David And you're my Goliath

He winks before strutting off, his muscles tight and taunting. The sway of his hips, intentional or not, entices you, and you’d give anything to bite down on them. The stupid pants are just taunting you at this point.

Ah-ha… Mhm, ah-ha\ Because I'm the devil Who's searching for redemption And I'm a lawyer Who's searching for redemption And I'm a killer Who's searching for redemption I'm a motherfucking monster Who's searching for redemption

He sinks to his knees on the stage as steam hisses in the back in billow pillars. The lights change, flashing reds and oranges, yellows and pinks. They dance magically across his skin.

And I'm a bad guy Who's searching for redemption And I'm a blonde girl Who's searching for redemption I'm a freak that Is searching for redemption I'm a motherfucking monster Who's searching for redemption I wanna be your slave I wanna be your master

You’re going to die - straight to heaven or hell, it doesn’t matter at this point, because he’s honest-to-god crawling across the stage on his arms and knees, his mic still in one hand.

I wanna make your heart beat Run like rollercoasters I wanna be a good boy I wanna be a gangster Cause you can be the beauty And I could be the monster I wanna make you quiet I wanna make you nervous I wanna set you free But I'm too fucking jealous I wanna pull your strings Like you're my telecaster And if you want to use me I could be your puppet 'Cause I'm the devil Who's searching for redemption I'm a motherfucking monster Who's searching for redemption

He ends at the edge of the stage, his torturous crawl making your throat go dry from more than just your screaming. Then, he flips on his back, lets his head hang over the side of the stage.

I wanna be your slave I wanna be your master

The last line is but a whisper, and then he finally lets the mic drop, his arms stretched like he’s going for a backwards dive and his chest is heaving. He’s a sweaty mess, body on display and licks his lips while staring a hole into your soul.

—

The venue slowly begins to empty, stragglers buying merch or finishing their drinks. You feel dizzy when Misty drags you outside, saying that her friends want to hang out for a bit before they leave for the next town. You stumble along because, yeah, alright, her friends are cool.

They’re by their tour bus, all of them outside with drinks in their hands and they wave you both over.

“Excellent show, boys,” you greet as everyone takes turns hugging both you and Misty.

“Yeah, you guys killed it!” Misty agrees enthusiastically.

“What’d you think of the other bands?” Sam asks. “Parasite Fears has never been on the road like this.”

“That was the first band, right? They were really good! And the set was fun,” you say honestly. Now that you’re outside and it’s getting late, the sweat on your body is cooling, causing you to shiver a bit. Riley hands you a cup and when you ask what it is, he just smiles. You drink it anyway, because why not. They spend a few minutes chatting before a warm arm wraps around your shoulders, and your breath catches at the sight of bright crystal-like eyes beside you. His other arm is thrown over Joaquin as he stands between you.

“Hi, I’m Bucky,” he smiles blindingly at you.

“Hi,” you say back, still a little stunned at how at ease he seemed to be, even as he retracts his arm. He’s changed into basketball shorts of all things, which makes you even chillier just looking at him. This close, you can see the intricate lines of his tattoos - metal plates from shoulder to fingers on his left arm, swirls of black script along his other.

“You look cold, sweetheart,” he observes. “Couldn’t you guys have taken this party into the tour bus?”

“They’re fixing the bus,” Steve says. “Told us to stay outta the way.”

“You sure you’re gonna be alright to head out?” Bucky asks, his brows furrowed in concern.

“Should be,” Steve shrugs. “Tones said we’d be fine, or else he’d find another way. We’ll know in about two hours or so.”

“Ehhh, tell Tones to relax for once. If anything, you can divvy yourselves up and the rest of us could shuttle you the rest o’ the way.”

“Thanks, Buck,” Steve claps him on the shoulder.

“Yeah, yeah, can’t have you ruining the tour, punk.”

Something about their easy camaraderie makes you smile. But you’re still cold, and Bucky still notices.

“If I had a jacket, I’d offer it to you,” he looks back at you. “Next best thing, I can offer our unbroken tour bus?” He jerks his head behind and you see the redheaded bassist leaning against the side smoking a cigarette, chatting with the drummer who appears to be double-fisting drinks.

You look at Misty who is being introduced around to the other bands by Sam and Riley and there’s no way she’s going to be anytime soon.

“Um. You don’t have to,” you say, because he’s a stranger. He cocks his head to study you. It looks like he’s about to say something, but he doesn’t push.

“Offer’s open, doll,” he shrugs. Some other members come up to him, Steve, and Joaquin and congratulate them on their set so you quietly slip away.

You don’t know anyone else here, and it’s kind of awkward to be by yourself so you start wandering around. When you round a bus, you nearly smack into the drummer from Bucky’s band and you yelp as you both jump back.

“Sorry!” you both say at the same time before the sandy-haired man smiles and waves before walking past you. You notice that he’d dropped something - though it was small and black making it hard to tell what it was.

“Hey!” you shout at him, but he doesn’t turn around, instead heading back to his bus. You pick up the item, a transmitter of some sort, and try to catch up to him. You can’t seem to find him and the bassist had also left her spot so you approach the bus. The door is completely open but you knock on the frame anyway.

“Hello?” There’s no sound inside so you think about leaving it where he can find it easily.

“Takin’ me up on my offer?” You startle at the sudden voice behind you.

“Actually, your dummer dropped this,” you explain, thankful to at least hand it back to someone. “I tried to get his attention but I don’t think he could hear me, and then I kinda lost him in the crowd.”

“Don’t be offended, he probably took his hearing aids out,” Bucky tells you easily. “Thanks for bringing this back though, Sharon woulda fuckin’ killed him.”

“Hearing aids?” You can’t help but blurt out. “Wow.”

Bucky beams proudly as he tells you about his friend, Clint, how gifted of a drummer he is and how even losing most of his hearing never stopped him.

“That’s amazing,” you say, a genuine smile for his story and how much he was beaming just talking about Clint. Just then a gust of wind blows, and your jean shorts and t-shirt aren’t cutting it.

“C’mon, before you freeze,” Bucky jerks his head toward the tour bus and fuck it. You hop aboard, Bucky following you. He places the transmitter on the kitchenette table, looking hilariously giant in the cramped space.

“You come here often?”

“Did you just use the oldest pick up line of all time?” You scrunch your nose at him, liking the sound of his laugh.

“Is it working?”

“Not at all.”

“Then I’m just asking out of genuine curiosity,” he bats his eyelashes. They’re so pretty, you think to yourself.

“I used to. Less often now, but when I hear someone good is playing, I show up.”

He arches an eyebrow at you.

“Cap Quartet, I mean. Obviously. They don’t scream as much as you do,” you add, and you find yourself relaxing with Bucky as he takes all your jokes and jabs in stride as he tickles you for the slight.

“You hurt my feelings, doll,” he says, all smiles and sharp teeth.

“How ever could I make it up to you?” You find yourself flirting with him.

“Maybe you could scream for me this time,” he suggests, leaning in closer with a tilt of his head, eyes searching yours for a sign.

“Yeah?” You ask a little breathlessly, forgetting how to breathe as you two inch into each other’s spaces now.

“Yeah,” his lips just grazing against your neck. “Didn’t you enjoy that last song I sang for you?”

“For me?” You ask incredulously, making Bucky grin at you.

“Ya heard me, doll. For you,” he repeats. “It seemed like you enjoyed it..”

Whatever thought you’d had about him flirting with you was more or less solidified now, and it was making your body rebel against you. You lick your lips subconsciously before you answer. “Maybe.”

“Especially that bit… about wanting to be your master.”

You involuntarily hold your breath, legs squeezing together. It’s impossible not to imagine Bucky over you, pinning you down as he commands you to do as he wants.

“Or… maybe it was that bit about wanting to be your slave?”

The breath you let out is shaky, matching your trembling hands that are balled into fists across your lap.

Bucky’s eyes darken, and you’re not really sure who made the first move, but you’re suddenly kissing furiously, hands tangled in each other’s hair and clothes.

“Christ, I’ve wanted this since I first fuckin’ saw you,” Bucky tells you, pulling you into his lap, where you can feel his dick hardening through his shorts. It’s embarrassing how fast you get on board, your pussy quivering at the thought of being touched for the first time in too long.

“Tell me what you need, pretty little thing,” he nibbles at your bottom lip. “God, I wanna take you apart, wanna do anythin’ you want.”

“Yes,” you breathe. “That. Want that, too. Want you to fuck me.”

His lips curl into a smile against yours as he lifts you easily to tumble into a bottom bunk. “Yes, master.”

#bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes fanfiction #bucky barnes imagine #bucky barnes au #bucky barnes as... #my works #bucky barnes fanfic #rockstar bucky #feat hold absence and maneskin lol #music taste

[smutconnoisseur]

Starstruck

{𝑹𝒆𝒅,𝑾𝒉𝒊𝒕𝒆,𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑾𝒐𝒐!‘𝑽𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒆}

Pairing ⍟ Rockstar!Bucky Barnes x Captain America!Steve Rogers [Shrunkyclunks]

Rating ⍟ E

Word Count ⍟ 6.6k

Major Tags ⍟ Shrunkyclunks, Modern AU, Prequel Fic, Bucky's Birthday, Rockstar!Bucky, Charity Auctions, PWP, Explicit Content, Strangers To Lovers, Getting To Know Each Other, Original Songs, Serenading, Everything Is Beautiful & Nothing Hurts, Happy Ending

Summary ⍟ Bucky's evening cannot get any worse.

“Our next bachelor up for bid tonight is a wild card.” The crowd chuckles, but a few at the front tables stay mum at the glare he sends the group. This is the last fucking place he wants to be. “Grammy award-winning musician and songwriter. He’s the frontman of Winter Star, branded by Rolling Stone as the “it” sound to hear. His passions include reading by the fire, romantic cooking, and long walks in the…snow?” The crowd laughs again, and he, despite his scantily clad concert attire, starts to sweat under the gaze and heated lights. “Bucky Barnes!” The MC announces too loudly, the mic cracking.

“Fuck me.” He hisses under his breath, clenching down on his teeth.

-

He closes his eyes attempting to starve away from the humiliation and tries to think of a happy place. He gets as far as his own apartment, in the bathtub before a deep voice has him jerking back with surprise.

“I’m sorry sir, please correct me if I misheard. But did you say—“

“I said.” The tall blond steps out from the shadows and into the spotlight in the center of the dance floor— holy fucking shit, that’s Steve Rogers, Captain America. “Five hundred thousand dollars.” Dark eyes lock on him, and Bucky bites back the squeal trying to leave his throat.

You know what they don't tell you when you pursing your dreams and shoot to fame? That it doesn’t make you any less of a fan yourself. That it does not diminish your own personal fandom in any way. His childhood hero, the man who inspired his gay awakening—just paid half a million dollars for a date with him. Okay, so it's for a good cause.

Square + Prompt ⍟

Ⓘ ⓸ + March Monthy Mission: Happy Birthday Bucky! | AllCapsBingo | Card # AC 1094 | @allcapsbingo

Ⓑ ⓶ + Music | Stucky Bingo | Card # R40101 | @stuckybingo

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Author's Note ⍟

Happy Birthday Bucky!

@buckybarnesevents

AO3 | Masterlist | ACB ML | SB4 ML | Playlist for R,W&W |

#stucky #smutconnoisseur #shrinkyclunks #steve rogers #bucky barnes #rockstar bucky #RW&W Verse #Prequel fic #Stucky fan fic #allcapsbingo2023 #stucky bingo round 4 #steve x bucky #ao3 #bbbdaybash2023 #Happy Birthday Bucky #birthday fic #fic moodboard

[pinupbuck]

bodyguard steve and rockstar bucky… listen.

#bodyguard steve #rockstar bucky #stucky #stevebucky #steve x bucky #rockstar bucky keeps getting into fights #steve is always there to either back him up or pull him out #steve visiting bucky after a show #bucky asks “did i do good? #steve says he’s one of the best #“one of the best? #bucky frowns #steve rolls his eyes and assured him that he’s the best #bucky smiles #steve wants to kiss him so bad #but takes him home first

[reveluving]

of course the idea of 'rockstar!bucky begrudgingly attending a 10-year high school reunion but then reunites with his crush who he used to practice with a lot' comes to mind when I'm tryna study

idk just the thought of bucky who oozes confidence suddenly speechless when you stand before him?

after the party, y'all just hang out at his house and he watches you play the bass in awe??

AND 'chilling' on the couch while you trace your fingers over his tattoos??

damn

#i know what im doing after finals ❤ #bucky #bucky barnes #rockstar bucky #bucky x female reader #bucky x reader #bucky barnes x reader #— reve's reverie 🌹

[maxburnett]

I’ve been trying to get this one story that’s semi based off of The Crow written for two weeks (the ending has a twist) but idek what I’m doing at this point lmao.

But look at Crow!Rockstar Bucky 😳

#nic.txt #bucky barnes #rockstar bucky #rockstar!bucky barnes

[buckrecs]

𝙤𝙣𝙚𝙨𝙝𝙤𝙩 𝙛𝙞𝙘 𝙧𝙚𝙘 : 𝙈𝙖𝙮

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aisle 4 by @buckyhoney

Grump : The Musical by @itsapeterthing

Trough Sickness… Except Bucky’s by @teamcap4bucky

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cut my hair by @buckybarnesdiaries

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Rule Number One by @sidepartskinnyjeans

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Fallin’ For You by @/moonbeambucky

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Morning Workout by @sparklefics

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I’ll Wear Your Ring by @/bucky-bucky-bucky-bucky

After by @wkemeup

Spiral by @buckyalpine

Until We Meet Again by @bucksangel

Try Anything Once by @/malum-forev (doctor!reader)

A Place by @/malum-forev

SMUT

Silent Screams in Wildest Dreams by @buckets-and-trees

Ring Ring by @adrinktostopyourthirst (roommate!bucky)

Convince Me by @teamcap4buciy

Roadside Assistance by @urvenicebtch (mechanic!bucky)

That’s The Way Love Goes by @dirtytomatoedwrites

Surrender by @barnesmurdock

i was made for lovin’ you by @buckycuddlebuddy (rockstar!bucky x bassist!reader)

On My Tongue by @angrythingstarlight (chubby!bucky)

Sweeter Than Sugar by @/angrythingstarlight (chubby!bucky)

Destined to be Yours by @buckyalpine

sinner by @writingsbychlo (demon!bucky x angel!reader)

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[marvelouslizzie]

Why Are You Doing This To Me?

summary: Your ex-boyfriend Bucky Barnes wrote two songs about (for) you and you don’t know what to do.

pairing: Ex!Rockstar!Bucky Barnes x Female Reader

warnings: Angst, a past failed relationship, pettiness, jealousy, anger, a lot of emotions, no mention of y/n.

word count: 2.3K

A/N: I have been away for a while because I was busy learning another language aka Dutch. I still am but at least I am done with my big exam. As soon as I was done with it, I found myself writing again.

This is a random idea that just popped into my head while listening to music and taking a walk. Pure angst for some reason. Usually, I go for smutty ideas but bear with me.

>> indicates incoming messages and << indicates outgoing messages in this story.

Thank you @notafunkiller for proofreading and editing this so fast ❤️

All work is mine, please do not repost or translate without my permission.

Keep reading tag starts after the second paragraph of the story.

>> Hey! I know you don’t want to hear anything about Bucky, but I think you should check these out. I think he wrote these songs for you.

Two links from Spotify follow the text you received from one of your best friends, and you stare for a while, trying to decide what to do. You really don’t want to hear his voice. Not because you don’t like his singing or his songs, but you wanted to get back on your feet. It would be impossible if you kept listening to his songs. Besides, hearing his voice has always softened you. And your best friend knows this. She knows a lot about your relationship, how everything went down, and how you two eventually broke up. If she didn't think you should listen to these songs, she wouldn't be sending you these links, right?

You take a deep breath and click on the first link. The song starts to play, and you notice the soft vibe right away. It’s not particularly Bucky’s style. He sounds like he’s in pain but he's singing with such clarity that surprises you.

He talks about how much he regrets the things he didn’t do when he was with you. How he misses you so much every day. How much he wants to call you, but he’s afraid that you won’t pick up the phone or worse, you will talk to him like a stranger. He says he always knew how precious you were, yet he took you for granted.

The lyrics flow flawlessly. It sounds like poetry to your ears. The way he expressed himself so beautifully… You can’t believe he wrote such a heartfelt song about you, and it’s not even his style. He’s a freaking rockstar. He usually writes about sex, rock and roll, and drugs. Not feelings. Then the song finally reaches the chorus and his words make you freeze. 

“You are the love of my love.”

Did he really just say that? Did he just call you the love of his life? You feel this rush of emotions, and it’s hard to distinguish what you are actually feeling. It makes it harder to think, harder to focus on anything else other than the fact that this song is for you. That’s when you notice the name of the song. It’s the Love of My Life.

Suddenly, you start to feel angry. Every other emotion just takes a backseat. You hate him. So fucking much! Why is he always like this? Saying everything a little too late. Was it so hard for him to tell you this when you wanted to find just one reason to stay with him? You begged him to communicate with you maybe a million times. He always said it was not easy for him to put his feelings into words. Good or bad. It didn’t matter. He always struggled with his emotions. You tried your best. You tried to show him that he could trust you, that you would always be there for him, but it didn’t matter in the end. You felt like you were the only one trying to make this relationship work.

That’s when you decided to give up. It felt like he just didn’t care enough. He didn’t put any effort into changing things or making you feel like you weren’t just beating a dead horse.

You hoisted the white flag and moved on with your life. That’s when he decides to put whatever he feels into words. Instead of talking to you, he makes a song about it. Then he puts it out into the world. 

What a fucking asshole!

It takes you a while to realize the song is over as the silence fills the room. As much as you hate how he chose to do this, the silence disturbs you. It might be a little too late, but you still want to hear what he has to say. Your own rules about not listening to any of his songs instantly go out the window.

You open the messaging app and click on the second link. This one sounds a little bit more like his usual style. The name of the song though, instantly catches your attention this time. It’s one of the nicknames he used often for you. 

He starts the song by saying that he knows how selfish he is. That he has no right to feel this way, but he just saw you with someone else and he hated how it made him feel. He talks about how jealous he is. How he can’t help but imagine you in that guy’s arms. Then he realized you might call him baby, just like you used to call him. Then he continues by begging you not to call him baby, how he wants you to save that pet name for him even though he’s not in your life anymore.

There are so many details throughout the song that indicate he’s talking about you, there is no mistaking. He calls you by your nickname, saying how he loves the way you talk passionately about your interests, how compassionate you are, and how much effort you put into maintaining your relationship but he was too stupid and pathetic to appreciate them.

Every word that comes out of his mouth makes you even angrier. How dare he? How dare he write a song like this for you? After everything you have been through, after all the effort you put into your relationship, after every heartbreak… He realizes how much he values you just because he saw you with someone else.

Selfish bastard!

He has no right to put these words out there. He has no right to feel jealous. You are not his anymore. You can call someone else baby if that’s what you want. How dare he try to dictate to you like this? It makes you wanna call someone up and go out on another date and call him baby, just in spite.

The problem is, it’s just your stubborn nature talking. Before this song, you didn’t even think about calling someone else baby. You didn’t feel like it. Subconsciously, you were reserving that pet name for him. And that fucker knew it. He just knew it!

You exhale deeply, trying to calm yourself down. The song is over, but you can still hear him singing in your head. The song is so beautiful. Petty but so fucking beautiful. He sounds like he poured his heart out without caring how vulnerable it makes him look. 

Another deep breath, you try to understand which date he is talking about. You have been on a couple of dates since you two broke up. You were so dedicated to moving on. You didn’t care if it would hurt him. Because he didn’t care about how much he hurt you all those times you tried your hardest to make things work. So you went out with a couple of gentlemen. Some of them were decent, and some of them were downright horrible. Dating is just as tedious as you remembered. A lot of assholes out there who don’t care who they are hurting. You didn’t get hurt, though. You didn't care enough about any of them to give them the power to hurt you.

Then it finally hits you. He’s talking about your date with that motherfucking movie star! That one was big news for a while. You got photographed two, maybe three times together.

You really looked like you were having fun in those photos. Truthfully, you were, he was such a funny guy. He knew how to make fun of himself. You were just so tired of pretentious asses. It was refreshing. That’s why you said yes to a second and a third date. Then he was off to a European country to shoot his next movie. You had a fun and it was more than enough for you. 

You precisely remember that tabloids started to talk about how perfect you two were for each other. God, that must have gotten under his skin. You can’t help but laugh. He’s so predictable. He just couldn’t bear to see you with someone else, but can you blame him?

You remember seeing something similar about him, but in that case, he wasn’t on a date with the girl. They were just working together for some lame-ass project he would normally despise. Maybe he was trying to keep himself busy, who knows? You remember so vividly how she was looking at him like she wanted to eat him up. As if that wasn’t enough, she kept praising him, calling him the best rockstar of the century just to get in his pants. You have no idea if it worked or not, but it was enough to make you feel jealous. So can you blame him for feeling the same?

It just makes you realize you want to listen to those songs again. It’s maybe too little too late but you still want to hear him. You wanted him to talk about his feelings for such a long time and he’s finally doing it. Through a song but still, he’s doing it. It isn’t exactly communicating because communication must be two-sided, right? That’s what was missing in your relationship. You were talking, pleading, trying while he was keeping everything in. You feel like the roles are reversed. Now he’s the one talking, pleading, and trying, and you just don’t know what to do. How the tables have turned.

The second time around, you notice other details you missed the first time. Like peaceful walks you took together whenever you had the time or how you always used fake names when you two traveled together. You can’t help but miss those days. Even though you had problems, being with him always felt so safe and peaceful. You have no idea how he managed to make you feel that way. Maybe that’s why it took you so long to end the relationship. You still miss the way you felt back then. As if you two could overcome anything together, yet you couldn’t. Because you didn’t work together. You were alone, struggling to make him talk.

Then he talks about how he still speaks to your friends, and that makes him miss you even more. That part surprises you because none of your friends mentioned that they were still seeing Bucky. Is that because you didn’t let them ever talk about him? You feared if you let yourself talk or think about him, you would go back to the point zero.

He ends the song saying he doesn't want you to be a distant memory, and this sticks with you. Do you want him to be a distant memory?

The second time you listen, you notice how desperate he sounds. The way he pleads doesn’t anger you anymore. You find something you feel in his words. Your own fears, your own selfishness and oh, how much you miss him. You didn’t let yourself admit that you miss him. You thought acting like he never existed, he was never a part of your life would make everything easier and it did. Just for a while. Lately, it was just a burden. You tried so hard to keep everything inside. Just like he did. You are still trying to do it… to act logically, not emotionally. Does it mean you are making the same mistake he did? Shutting yourself down, not talking about your feelings. Is it the solution or is it a part of the mistake? You can’t tell anymore. You just know that your heart is aching. The sound of his voice makes you want to cry.

God, you hate him so much!

How could he do this to you after all this time?

Is it that easy to get under your skin or was he always there?

You feel like you are about to explode because of all the emotions you are going through. On one hand, Bucky communicating with you is everything you wanted. On the other hand, isn’t it too late? And why did he write not one but two songs about you? Declaring his love to the world…

You repeat that last bit in your head. He’s declaring his love to the world.

He’s no longer afraid to talk about his emotions. He wants you to hear them, millions of other people are just the bonus. He’s not afraid to show how fucking miserable he feels. He just wants you back.

He’s doing his bit in communicating, but unless you don’t do something about it, it won’t matter. It will be another attempt in vain. You aren’t sure if you want to repeat the same pattern. You notice the song is over when your phone chimes. It’s your best friend again.

>> Did you listen?

<< Yeah.

>> How are you feeling?

<< Confused.

<< Are you still talking to him?

>> Yeah we all are.

<< Why didn’t you tell me that?

>> You said you didn’t wanna hear anything about him and we just respected your decision.

Just like you thought. You can’t blame them. Anytime someone mentioned anything remotely related to Bucky, you either changed the subject or found a reason to leave. So you can’t help but wonder…

<< How is he doing?

>> Not great. He misses you.

<< I miss him too.

>> Are you gonna call him?

You look at the message for a long minute. Are you gonna call him? That’s the question. Maybe you should. Maybe you shouldn’t. Both of the options sound equally wrong. You have no idea what to do.

<< I don’t know what to do.

>> Just give him a call. He’s the love of your life.

You have no idea how long you have looked at that text. Maybe for a couple of minutes, maybe for an hour. 

He’s the love of your life.

He’s a bastard, but he really is the love of your life.

And you are the love of his life.

Where do you go from here? You look at your phone once again. You finally know what to do.

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[buckyalpine]

If you bold, drop what size this man would need to get you something cute, cause i’ll take a 32DDD (or nothing, i will simple wear nothing if he was near me pssht) also yes, this would get him all the fucking good good in the world, multiple good good, our boy is going to be SPENT. Most blissed out, eyes rolled back, straight to sleep, no orgasms left to give, change the sheets type of good good. 

This is something he would do. Our adorable avenger Bucky would be a lil shy but he still wants to see you in the prettiest lingerie so his cheeks are flushed the entire time and all the staff is flirting with him; he's just thinking about how gorgeous you're gonna look. Mob Bucky loves and owns this shit, he waltzes into the place like he owns it, hand picking what he wants, hes particular with material. Only the nicest soft lace and silk for his Queen.

College Bucky is shy but a kinky little fuck, he's eyeing a variety of stuff, some cute comfy stuff for you to lounge in, but also a nice set he wants to see you wear just for him. He's all shy about it at first but after you put it on, his dominant side cannot be contained.

Rockstar Bucky is there for all the leather accents BUT sometimes he also likes to see you in pretty pink lace, delicate lingerie because he wants to ruin his innocent princess, slutty all just for him.

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[accihoe]

In celebration of my country winning the rugby world cup last night. 🏉

Pairing: Bucky x reader

Summary: rockstar Bucky with his wife and son in a cafe

Warnings: none

A/n: you should know it by now, PLS DON'T STEAL MY WORK. ily. Go Bokke!!!

xxxx

"Go on buddy. You can pick anything you'd like." Y/N said as she crouched next to her son. "Anything mama?" He grinned. "Anything my boy." She picked him up after he whispered what he wanted in her ear.

When James walked into the cafe he laughed out loud, seeing his son in the cold, ice-cream in hand, holding it in his gloved hands. He gave his wife a kiss as he sat down. "Hi honey." Y/N smiled, stroking her husband's knuckles. "How'd practice go?" She asked as the band had an upcoming show.

"Great actually. We're doing a commemorative song in honour of the world cup this year." He smiled. The family had their drinks, treats, and ice-cream at the cafe before they headed home for Bucky to get his well deserved rest.

August joined in on the nap, and eventually Y/N too. The family, huddled up together in bed, snuggling together for warmth. When James's parents came over that afternoon for their scheduled tea, entering the house with theirs spare key, they looked around for the family.

Winnie found the family snuggled up in bed and snapped a photograph before alerting George. The elder couple left with satisfied smiles on their faces. Although they were concerned about their son in the world of rock and roll and fame, his lovely wife and son were there to ground him.

Fin.

xxxx

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[bluehourbucky]

Love from afar

pairing: rockstardad!bucky x fpregnatmom!reader

summary: bucky is away on tour and you're catching up via face time.

a/n: new pictures of Sebastian got me feeling some type of way. also don't mind the kid names I don't know duhshd

-if you'd like to be tagged please let me know! tag list is open! so are my asks

warnings : sexual content / pregnancy / almost mas*uba*on / dirty talk

masterlist

bucky masterlist

rockstardad!bucky [extra content]

DO NOT COPY OR STEAL MY WORK

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18+ only

Minors please don't interact

Having two kids, one of them being a toddler, does not make life easy, especially when your husband is across the globe.

You're proud of Bucky for achieving his dreams and going on a world tour with his band. However, he didn't have to get you pregnant before leaving for 6 months. To be fair, the tour was scheduled months before you even got pregnant.

Bucky and you talked about trying for another baby when he came back, but by the time he comes back, you will be well into your seventh month.

When you found out you were expecting, Bucky almost cancelled the tour because he straight up refused to leave you. It took a lot of conversation and favours to make Bucky change his mind about cancelling the tour.

Buckys sister Rebecca was a huge part of this working out, she's been incredibly helpful and you couldn't thank her enough.

Today, though, you were alone with the kids. Luckily, your kids are very well-behaved, and you stopped minding the absolute mess your house has been since having kids.

Lately, you've been missing Bucky, he's been a huge part of both your pregnancies. He was and is such a hands-on father and husband, so going through this without him is scary. Bucky calls every day no matter the time zone he's in at the time of breakfast - the most chaotic time of the day aside from bed time.

You smile, seeing his name pop on your phone screen, you swipe, and are met with his beautiful blue eyes.

"Good morning, doll. Looking as gorgeous as always. How are you doing? And little one? And our little trouble makers?" Bucky asks, he's literally a second away from buying plane tickets every single time you send him a picture of you or your kids or you three together.

He looks so good, that you don't know if it's the hormones making you horny or it's just the regular horny you get when you see him.

It's been a while since he had let his hair grow out, mostly because the kids have been obsessed with pulling it, and worst of all, they tried to consume it. Now, being on tour, he let it grow since no one tried to eat it yet.

Bucky didn't visit since he knew that he wouldn't be able to leave again, so he called as much as he could. He missed you more than his heart could take, but this years tour has been the biggest one they ever went to.

You can't help but look at your husband with hunger and love in your eyes, the hair tie on his wrist making you hot all over.

"We're good. Missing you lots, but we're okay. Leo and Theo are trouble as always, but they're good." Bucky smiles at the names of his two boys. He loves them more than anything, but he's secretly hoping that the third would be a girl. He's been dreaming of being a little girls dad. She would be his princess, and he would spoil her endlessly. Not that he doesn't spoil each and every one of you already, but he would be unstoppable.

"Lemme see you, give me a turn doll." You roll your eyes but do it nonetheless. You set the phone on the kitchen counter and lean it on the bottle of water. Bucky smiles wide when he sees your bump, he wishies he could be there and talk to it and give it kisses like he had done other two times.

"Looking good, Mamma, wish I was there with you, miss you a lot." he without fail manages to make you blush even after twenty years of being together. You turn to the side and lift your shirt to give him a better view. Bucky turns into a human heart eye emoji when he looks at his wife and not only are his band members teasing him about it but so are his fans.

"Damn, look at you. Shit I'd do anything to have be there, I would have you naked in our bed, you're so sensitive right now and I'm not there to enjoy it. You're killing me doll."

You whimper quietly, he's the one that's killing you. The two of you enjoyed pregnancy sex way too much, and he's right you're extra sensitive right now.

"Lemme see them beauties, bet they're so swollen, so delicious just for me."

You lift your shirt slowly, teasingly releasing your very much swollen and full breasts, Bucky is a very dirty man and you'd lie if you two didn't explore some fun kinks.

"Gorgeous, my pretty wife, looking so beautiful carrying my baby. All mine."

You're about to reach under your underwear, Buckys hand already wrapped around his cock.

"Daddy!!"

You straighten up, and pull your shirt down quickly, your 5 year old bursts through the kitchen door. You don't know how he knew you were even talking to Bucky but oh well. There goes mommy and daddy time.

"Good morning, baby boy. Is it just me, or every time I call, you get a bit bigger?" Theo squeals from excitement and then goes on a rant about something that happened in one of the shows he's watching.

While they talk you go and wake up Leo, your currently youngest kid.

You get him up and carry him in your arms to the kitchen, he leans on your shoulder still half asleep.

"Baby, gimme the phone for a second." Theo immediately gives you the phone and follows you to the kitchen island where you sat.

"There's my other baby. Still sleepy, mommy woke you up, huh? What are we gonna do about it?"

It was a perfectly reasonable time to wake up....

Your son picks his head up at his father's voice and smiles, reaching for the phone. You put Leo down on the carpet not far from you, so you can still see him and Theo, while you make breakfast.

"Mommy!!!" Theo yells and you look up from the fruit you're currently cutting.

"Honey you don't have to yell I'm right here." you put away the knife, when he comes closer, Theo recently took a liking to yelling and dangerous objects.

"Daddy wants to talk to you!" Theo yells and you cringe at the volume, you love him more than anything but how can such a small child be so loud.

"Doll, I gotta go, we got soundcheck in about twenty minutes, kiss the boys for me, okay? Love you."

"Love you more, and good luck! I know you'll be great! Oh, and don't you dare cut your hair before you come home. I'm going to divorce you."

Bucky chuckles and says love you again before hanging up.

"Theo what do you have there?"

"A KNIFE!"

"NO."

[THE END]

I think this might be my favorite thing I've written so far.....

likes, reblogs and comments are appreciated <3

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[marvelobsessed134]

Love me tender part three: moving in

Series masterlist

Pairings: 60s!rockstar!bucky x innocent!fem!reader

Warnings: smut, guided masturbation, innocent!reader, Bucky refuses to look at readers pussy until their wedding night, Bucky refers to reader as a little girl once, expectations from the time period, age gap (Bucky is 24 and reader is 18), Bucky denies reader of sex till marriage

With a lot of convincing from Bucky, your father allowed you to move into his house in the countryside of California. It is absolutely beautiful and huge. You’re so overwhelmed by all of the rooms and things inside of it. Even though your father’s house is a very decent size, you’ve never seen one like this before.

You packed all of your things you needed before heading out front. Bucky waited leaning against his black Cadillac in a perfect buttoned up shirt tucked into pants. He had a cigarette hanging from his mouth as he watched you make your way towards him.

The singer threw the cigarette on the ground and stomped on it before quickly helping you get your suitcases in the trunk. Once that was done, he stepped close to you and looks down at you before pressing a kiss to your lips.

He loved the way you looked in your pastel pink dress and soft white cardigan with your big hair.

“So beautiful.” He murmured before kissing you again making you giggle, “Bucky let’s hurry up before my father changes his mind.”

“Your wish is my command darlin’.”

He opened the passenger door to you and let you inside before shutting it and running to the drivers side.

When you got to his house you were in utter awe. As you drove through the iron gates and saw the fountain in the middle of the curved driveway and the beautiful huge grassy lawn you felt like you were in a whole other dimension.

As soon as Bucky pulled up to the from numerous assistants emerged from the front doors and got your suitcases out for you. Bucky helped you out of the car and gently held your hand as he led you through the grand front doors.

“Why don’t I show you the living room first sweetheart?” He asked and you nodded with a smile. You followed him into the beautiful living room with a gorgeous fire place and comfy couches. A tv set sat on an angle towards the couches. There were potted palm plants in the corners of the room.

“It’s so beautiful in here.” You gushed.

“Well you oughta get used to it honey it’s yours now too.” His words made your heart flip flop. He lead you throughout other parts of the house-more like mansion-before he had one id his assistants tell him he had someone waiting on the phone for him.

“I have to take care of some business but you keep explorin’.” The rockstar gave you a quick kiss before leaving you in the hallway upstairs. You slowly continued to walk till you reached two double doors at the end which was clearly Bucky’s bedroom. You knew you shouldn’t intrude on his private space and how wrong it was for unmarried people to share a bedroom but you just wanted to know what it looked like so bad.

So without any maid or assistant seeing you, you quickly slipped into the room. You closed the door and leaned against it after taking a deep breath. You looked around the room and slowly stepped further. A huge king sized bed was up against the wall in the middle of the room with two nightstands on either side. A another television set was across from the bed. Two doors were inside the room assumably to the bathroom and a walk in closet. The view from the large windows overlooked the backyard with its green lawn and large pool and beautiful landscaping.

Bucky has very good taste, you thought to yourself. There was also a loveseat at the foot of the bed. You walked towards the bed and slowly and carefully sat down on the plush mattress. It was softer than anything you’ve felt before.

Suddenly you felt this wave of tiredness wash over you. You couldn’t sleep last night since you were both so nervous and excited about the big move. And you woke up extra early today. So you found yourself kicking off your heels and lying back on the bed to drift off to sleep.

~Time Skip~

“Y/n, wake up baby.” A familiar baritone voice spoke softly as you slowly opened your eyes. You looked up to see your fiancé-he immediately proposed after the third date which isn’t as insane for this time period-sitting next to your small frame staring down at your fondly. You slowly sat up and yawned, “I’m sorry Bucky. I know I shouldn’t even be in here in the first place but I was just so curious and then I got tired and fell asleep.” You tried to explain yourself the best you could in hopes not to get into too much trouble.

“That’s alright, darlin’. You’ve had a big day today little girls like you can get easily tired.”

“M’not a little girl Bucky.” You laughed softly. The singer leaned down and kissed you.

“You’re precious just like one.” You blushed at that.

Later on as the days went by you got quite used to living with Bucky. The two of you spent time together all the time but when he wasn’t around you occupied yourself by going out to the pool, reading in the home library, watching movies and going shopping.

There were times where you’d get that sensation between your legs and god, you’d do anything for Bucky to take care of it. Too nervous and scared to touch yourself, you needed him badly.

One night you began to kiss him with more passion and started to grind against him. You felt his growing bulge under his satin pajamas but before you two could go any further he put a stop to it, “This is something that’s very special to me and I want to experience it after we’re married.” You pouted at his words, “but this feeling I have-“

“Let me teach you how to touch yourself okay honey? And you won’t have to do it much longer we’re gettin’ married real soon.” He soothed you and you nodded.

So, Bucky sat behind you in front of the floor length mirror and asked you to spread your legs. You were in a short babydoll nightgown. “Now take your panties off. Don’t worry I won’t look.” You took off your panties and he had his eyes closed. “I don’t want to see that pretty pussy of yours till our weddin’ night but I’m gonna do the best I can to show you how to play with it okay?” He opened his eyes but only paid attention to your face in the mirror and not your naked lower body.

“Okay Bucky.” Your soft, sweet voice responded.

“Run a finger up between those folds.” You did as he said, and hissed at the friction. “Good girl now continue to rub those wet lips and try and stick a finger inside.”

You rubbed your wet folds, getting your fingers wet as well before slowly entering yourself using one slender finger. You moaned softly at the feeling. “God if only I could see that pussy right now. Okay now, you know that little button at the top, go ahead and rub that with your thumb, princess.”

You rubbed your clit with your thumb and squealed at the feeling of slight overstimulation before going back in and rubbing your thumb. “Thrust that finger in and out, maybe add a second one too.” Your fiancé suggested and you obeyed him, adding a second finger and fucking yourself while rubbing your clit.

Bucky admired your beautiful face as you relished in the newly found pleasure. “Mmm Bucky I feel so…good. I feel like I’m going to pee!” You cried.

“Don’t stop baby, you’re about to cum and it’s gonna feel so good I promise baby keep goin’.”

You did as he said and finally you experienced your first ever orgasm, you saw stars as you came all over your fingers. You caught your breath and leaned helplessly against Bucky’s chest.

“You did so good Y/n. Such a good girl.” He smiled at you through the mirror and kissed you on the cheek making you blush and giggle.

#marvel rockstar au #marvel x reader #marvel smut #marvel fluff #bucky barnes fluff #bucky barnes x reader #rockstar!bucky x reader #bucky imagine #bucky barnes fic #bucky barnes smut #60s au #elvis presley #elvis and priscilla

[smutconnoisseur]

Sweet Surrender

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Pairing ⥓ Max Burnett x Andy Barber x Rockstar!Bucky Barnes

Fandom ⥓ Marvel | Captain America | Defending Jacob | Shaper (2023)

Word Count ⥓ 3.1 K

Warnings | Tags ⥓ None apply | Explicit Sexual Content, Consent, Threesome M/M/M, Dom/Sub, Cuckhold, Established Relationships, First Meetings

Rating ⥓ E

Summary ⥓ Andy has something special he wants to share with Bucky, something he keeps under lock and key.

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"𝑯𝒆’𝒔 𝒔𝒕𝒖𝒃𝒃𝒐𝒓𝒏 𝒂𝒔 𝒉𝒆𝒍𝒍, 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒉𝒆’𝒔 𝒂 𝒈𝒐𝒐𝒅 𝒃𝒐𝒚 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝒊𝒕 𝒎𝒂𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒔, 𝒂𝒓𝒆𝒏’𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖, 𝑴𝒂𝒙?”

Square + Prompt ⥓

Created for @sebastianstanbingo Square : G2 | Bucky Barnes

Author's Note ⥓

Written for a special someone. @kahey2804 ❤️

Graphics created by @rookthorne 💕

#Andy Barber/Max Burnett/Bucky Barnes #bucky barnes #sebastian stan #sebastian stan bingo #andy barber #sebastian stan characters #rockstar bucky #crossover #crossover pairings #max burnett #smutconnoisseur