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noctumbra · 1 year

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𝐢 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐚 𝐛𝐞 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒔

summary ─ you’d support him no matter what. he was yours at the very end. and you were his.

pairing ─ brothersbestfriend!rockstar!bucky barnes x reader

warnings ─ light s*mut, +18, kissing, pet names, light dirty talk, h*andjob, bucky is the definition of “my boyfriend’s in a band”, fluff, they are in love your honor

a/n ─ helloooo. it’s been SO LONG since i have written and posted something on here. and tbh, this one happened in a blink so. lol. please ignore my mistakes bc it’s been so long i wrote something and i kind of forgot how to write lmfao. i really hope you like it. please leave a comment and reblog if you do! thank you so much <333

this fic is inspired by my lovely @pinkiebieberpie ‘s moodboard <3

Lounging in your brother’s best friend’s living room couch, you watched the uproar happening around you with an amused smile on your face.

Your brother was currently yelling over his friend’s, Steve, loud drumming and trying to tell him about this story. Steve, who loved fucking with your brother, was smirking and as he made more noises and earning a snicker from the other friend in the group, Sam who was a papa bear to everyone in his care-about-you-a-lot circle. You saw Sam rolling his eyes dramatically and chuckled.

“What the hell is going on?” A voice who was not included in the ruckus heard surprisingly clear over the noise the three men were making. You twisted your head and saw your brother’s best friend, who was the owner of the house you were currently lounging in, Bucky.

Steve and your brother looked at each other for a second before both of them pointed at one and other and said: “He started it!” Sam rolled his eyes again.

“They’re being children,” he grumbled. Then, he sent them a stinky eye. “And giving me a headache.” Steve smiled apologetically while your brother just narrowed his eyes. You snorted. Sam turned to you with mischief sparkling in his warm, brown eyes. “She, however, is just munching on whatever food we ordered for ourselves.”

Not breaking the eye contact, you grabbed a pizza slice and bit it, lifting your middle finger slowly up in the air for him to see in the meantime. You felt the sauce leaking from the corner of your mouth but didn’t bother to wipe it. “Mmm,” you faux-moaned. “Delicious.” Steve chuckled silently from his seat by the drums, and your brother gave you a thumbs up for fucking with Sam. You pointed the empty pizza box and said: “Want a slice?” Then, you faked an apologetic expression as you acted like you just noticed the emptiness of it. “Oh, there is none left, sorry.”

You heard Bucky snort from behind you, and then, felt his weight dropping on the couch, on your right. Suddenly, the half of the slice you were getting yourself ready to swallow disappeared as Bucky grabbed it and stuffed it in his mouth. He hummed approvingly.

“Delicious, indeed, love,” he murmured, winking at you as he sucked the sauce from his fingers one by one. You blinked as you watched him licking them clean until your brother groaned in protest.

“Look, I might be okay with you dating my sister because I’ve known Bucky for a long time, but it doesn’t mean I’ll stomach you guys giving each other fuck me eyes. Please take it somewhere else,” he grumbled. You blinked again and snorted. Bucky chuckled at his words. “Besides, we need to practice.” This time, Bucky rolled his eyes.

“You goof around, yell and act like children for hours and I can’t sit on my ass and greet my sweetheart for a minute?” He scoffed. You hid your laughter behind your hand. “That’s hypocrisy.”

Collective laughter rang in the small room. Bucky huffed and grumbled a little bit more before he smiled. He stood up from his place on the couch.

Bucky looked at your brother. “I don’t care if you gag or vomit, but I’m gonna kiss her hello.”

That was your only warning before he leaned in and captured your lips into a passionate kiss. One second, you squealed a little with shock and melted into his kiss in the second. Bucky placed his large and warm hand onto your neck and tilted your head up to deepen the kiss.

Surprisingly, it was Sam who booed first. Then, Steve wolf-whistled, and you heard your brother’s fake and intentionally loud gagging.

You parted away with a soft chuckle. Bucky shook his head lightly as he grunted stuff about hitting them with the microphone stand. You chuckled once again and kissed him chastely on the lips.

“We have the night…” You whispered. “Tomorrow you’ll be too done and exhausted, but I can take care of your nerves tonight.” He hummed and nodded. Before straightening up, he pressed a kiss in the corner of your jaw and walked towards the microphone stand. You smiled, leaning back and getting comfy.

You loved watching them rehears for concert, or small shows. All of them were apparently in their elements, playing beautifully and harmonizing easily.

Steve was on the drums, and he was a beast. His arms were moving with ease, feet kicking and playing even the complex stuff without sweating. Sam was playing the guitar, and his solos fucking rocked every single time. Your brother, Alex, was playing the bass guitar, and he was equally amazing. His fingers always quickly caught the new tunes during the live shows.

Then, there was Bucky, who was singing and adding even more quality to their already incredible songs. He sometimes picked up the second electro guitar, joining Sam and playing solos with him. His voice was… mesmerizing. He could be singing choirs and then, he could be doing brutal scream in one song if he wanted, and it was impressive.

It helped that he looked fucking sexy while doing either of them.

His long, recently-dyed jet-black hair was pretty and thick; it made a great handle in the bedroom. His steel-blue eyes were sparkling more thanks to his new hair color. He was usually clean-shaven but he hadn’t shaved yet, since the concert was tomorrow, so you could see the light stubble dusting across his strong, knife-sharp jawline. His bow-shaped, very kissable lips were plush and most of the time red, from either you kissing him or him liking and biting them frequently. He was tall, broad and muscled from head to toe. His thighs looked wonderfully thick in whatever he wore, ass looked so grabbable, and his chest was big and puffy. You sometimes mocked him that he had better breasts than you did, and he always made sure that you were worshipped thoroughly in that section of your body.

You sighed.

Bucky Barnes was your man, your boyfriend, your best friend as well, and your rockstar. He was yours, dammit, and you were his.

Nothing could change that.

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You hummed when Bucky dropped himself bodily on the bed, face-first, and groaned loudly when he hit the soft mattress. You rubbed his back with your hand, noting the sweat and heaving chest.

It was the second month of touring. You were currently somewhere in Europe, and tonight’s crowd was freaking amazing. You were at the concert, of course, and you watched them from the front. The four of them played and played and played. You could see how much fun they had, and it reflected on the audience. There were moments where the band went quiet and let the audience sang it for them. It was a great moment.

Bucky had told you to go back to the hotel room after they were finished. He had a couple stuff to do with the crew and band before call it a wrap for the day. So, you did. You only arrived at your room half an hour ago, took a shower and lay on the bed, waiting for you boyfriend to arrive.

And arrive, he did.

“Bucky,” you called out to him softly. He made a questioning sound. “You should take a shower before passing out.” He whined. You knew he was exhausted beyond belief, but he’d regret not taking a shower in the morning. You poked him. “C’mon, I’ll help you wash up.” He whined some more but lifted his head up. He was already sleepy. Your heart broke at the sight of him. You kissed his cheek. “C’mon, big cat.”

Getting off the bed, you made your way to the bathroom and turned on the water. You pulled out some comfy pajamas of his while he dragged himself off the bed and started shedding his clothes. By the time you went back to the bathroom, the water was nicely warm and he was naked.

If it was a different situation, you’d tease and appreciate the sight of him all naked and glorious, but he was almost dead on his feet, so you held back.

You held his hand and led him into the shower stall. You also took your clothes off, not minding taking another shower while helping him, and positioned him just right so that he could wet his hair with the littlest effort.

Bucky’s groan in relief when the warm water hit his body echoed in the marble covered, lavish bathroom. You smiled. You helped him wet his hair thoroughly but huffed. He blinked an eye open and smirked. He knew exactly why you were huffing. Chuckling very softly, he kneeled in front of you so that you could wash his hair easier. You felt your body warm up at him kneeling before you, but you shooed the feeling away. It wasn’t the time.

You got some shampoo in your palm and washed his hair, rubbing your fingertips gently and nicely against his scalp. Bucky hummed and let his head rest against your stomach. He shuddered as you continued to rub his scalp and nape, nicely washing the roots of his hair. Then, you got the shower head in your hands and carefully washed away the shampoo from his hair.

“Want me to use the conditioner?” You asked him. He nodded. You hummed and squeezed some conditioner in your palm, applying it to the ends of his hair. After washing that away as well, you grabbed his loofah and gently cleaned his skin free of sweat. Just as you got the soap and extended a hand to wash his private areas for him, he grabbed your wrist. You frowned.

“I swear I’m exhausted,” he murmured. “But I’m still comin’ down,” he added, and you understood. It happened before. You should have thought about it, actually, but seeing him swaying on his feet had you forgot almost everything.

Bucky was hard.

His dick was poking out, all erect and red on the tip. His body, no matter how long it was under the warm water, was tense as he anticipated a different sort of relief. You hummed. He shuddered again when he felt the air between you two crackling with sexual tension. You kissed his temple.

“Tonight’s about you,” you whispered. Kissing his cheek, you let go of the soap and trailed your other hand down to his groin. His breath hitched. “You did so good on the stage tonight, baby,” you kept going. Your fingers brushed against his now-wet happy trail, and you tsked when his hips bucked against your hand. You placed another kiss on his jaw, right under his earlobe. Bucky’s grip on your thighs tightened.

Finally sliding your hand to his cock fully, you curled your fingers around him. Bucky whimpered. His breath was hot and fast against your stomach, hands, now on your hips, tight. “You were amazing while singing like that,” you kept praising him. “You sounded like my favorite sin…”

“Love…” Bucky whispered, his voice, albeit low, was deep and slightly husky. “Please.” You hummed. You kissed his nose, his eyelids, cheeks and forehead as you moved your hand around him, slowly jacking him off. He buried a soft groan into your skin.

“Hmm, let me hear you, baby,” you told him. You tightened your hand around his hard cock and picked up your pace. During times like this, Bucky never lasted long. He was already riding high on emotions, and all he needed was a push over the edge. You were about to give him that.

Bucky moaned loudly, letting the wrecked voice of his echo in the bathroom. You hummed approvingly. Your hand was moving fast now, working him over with quick moves of your hand and wrist. Your nails were teasing the sensitive skin of his cock, making him shudder every single time one of them dragged somewhere close to his slit.

“’m close,” he whispered. His lips brushed against your skin, and this time it was your turn to shiver. He wrapped his strong arms around you as he lifted his head slightly, his nose nudging the underside of your breast. “Love, honey, ‘m so fuckin’ close, baby.” You didn’t say anything but picked up the speed. Bucky’s breath hitched, then he let loose a moan, and his hips started to move in sync with your hand.

“That’s it,” you whispered in his wet hair. Warm water was beating down his strong back. You felt him throb in your hand, felt his breath quicken against your skin. “Let go,” you told him. “Let go, baby.”

Bucky let out a sharp sound, and you felt the his hot come cover your hand with each movement of it. He moaned, loud and long, as he continued to thrust into the tightness of your hand. He was panting, still moaning softly and enjoying the last seconds of his orgasm. You kept moving your hand, although you were gentle and slow now.

Bucky slumped against you. You rubbed his back, pulled away the wet strands of hair away from his face and tilted his head up to you so that you could kiss him. Bucky sighed into the kiss.

“Feeling better now?” You asked him. He nodded.

“Calmer, yes,” he murmured. You pulled your hand off his cock and quickly washed the come away before reaching back to the soap, giving Bucky’s body a thorough wash with his help. Then, both of you were getting out and wrapping themselves with fluffy towels.

Honestly, it was a struggle to get his hair brushed and have him put on at least his boxers before he collapsed on the bed. His hair was still wet, but you knew there was no chance to get him off that bed again until the morning. You sighed. With effort, you managed to put a towel on the pillow and covered him up with the duvet. You dried yourself, put on your pajamas back and slid next to him.

Bucky grumbled some nonsense in his sleep before turning around and curling around your body in his sleep. You chuckled softly. You started playing with hair and only heard him let out a content sigh before you faded away into the dream land after him.

#bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes imagines #bucky barnes angst #bucky barnes fluff #bucky barnes x you #bucky x you #rockstar!bucky #brother's best friend!bucky #i wanna be yours

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metalbuckaroo · 1 year

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Kinkmas Day Two: Spit Kink

Summary// Bucky has been resisting his recent urges, but he’s starting to learn how to give in

Warnings// smut, spit kink, unprotected sex, use of the nickname princess

AU// Rockstar!Bucky x F!Reader

Note// totally not proof read, might be a few mistakes.

KINKMAS MASTERLIST

18+ ONLY MINORS DNI

Bucky swore you did it on purpose- you just had to know that those tights were sheer and he could see the bright red underwear underneath when you bent over to dig for something in your bag.

No matter the weather, you wore those damn dresses.

The ones that flowed nicely against the soft skin of your thighs and lifted when you’d bend in certain ways. They drove him insane.

Especially when he had been depriving himself of his urges.

Bucky chuckled as he leaned further into the couch, knees spreading wide and a cocky smile playing on his lips as his head tipped to the side.

“What’s so funny?” You murmured, pen and notepad you’d been looking through the bag for in hand as you turned to face him. Smooth tattooed skin of his torso on display and jeans hugging his thick thighs as he twirled the drumstick between his fingers.

“Sometimes I swear you do it on purpose.” Bucky grinned, tapping the wood against his thigh.

“Gonna need a little more context than that, stud.” You laughed, feeling his eyes on you as you moved across the room.

“The dresses, with the white tights and red panties? You’re trying to kill me.” He huffed out a breath, a giggle slipping through your lips.

“Can’t get what you want? Is that the problem here? Or are you just too chicken to ask for it?”

Bucky hummed, tugging at the seam of his jeans before catching your arm in his hand when you went to walk pass him. “You wouldn’t be able to handle it anyways, princess.”

“You popped a boner at the sight of some panties. Try that one on someone else, stud.” You teased, gently taking your arm out of his hold to leave the room.

Within moments you were spun around, plump lips smashed against yours in a hungry kiss that you couldn’t help but respond to. Your fingers tugging at his belt, taking a step forward to urge him backwards, his hands going to your hips to pull you into his lap when he sat on the couch.

He let out an aggravated breath as he pawed at the tights you wore, quickly giving up and tearing enough of the material away to give him access to what he’d been thinking about for weeks, his lips latching just under your jaw as he worked to shove his jeans down as much as he could. Your fingers tangled in his hair and excitement spreading through your veins when you felt his bulbous tip prodding your folds.

There wasn’t any foreplay or warm up, the stretch making you suck in a sharp breath and squeeze your eyes shut, Bucky’s hands roaming and squeezing wherever they could as you stayed completely still.

The feeling of your warm walls clenching around him made him just barely lift his hips, a quiet whine pulling from your throat as your fingers curled against the skin of his abdomen.

“C’mon, princess. Killin’ me.” He huffed, head leaning back against the back of the couch.

A slow grind of your hips gradually grew into a feverish rock, grip on your hips bruising as he huffed out moans that mixed with yours in the thick air.

Metal fingers dig into your cheeks, your eyes peeking open to meet his lust filled ones. “Open-“ you listened to the gruff command, Bucky gathering saliva in his mouth before spitting it onto your tongue.

“Swallow,” You whined at the way he looked at you when you did, mesmerizing blue eyes dark with lust and lips tilting into a cocky smirk. “Good girl.”

A gasp pulled from your throat when you were suddenly hauled up and flipped over, your back pressed firm to the couch cushions as he fucked you into the plush material. Hair falling forward as he pressed your knees closer to your chest, the angle letting him fuck into the deepest rough patch.

The series of strained whines and moans that poured from your lips was barely audible over the filthy, guttural sounds coming from the man above you that aided in the building pleasure that filled your senses. A devilish smile dancing on his features as he looked you over.

“Where’d all that sass go, princess?” He taunted, finally letting your legs relax around his waist to bend down and smother your lips with his in a rough, sloppy kiss. Every bump of his pelvis against your clit making you keen. “Listen to you, whining like a whore.”

The head rush started to take over, Bucky swallowing every pornographic sound you made in a messy kiss that coated your lips in saliva as every nerve ending frayed. The intense pleasure surging through you like a wildfire as your nails carved down his back, a dark chuckle mixed with a moan vibrating from his chest from the pleasurable sting and his name a jumbled chant that filled the air.

“That’s it, princess- give it to me.” He murmured, thrusts deliberate to fuck directly into the sweet spot that set off the most angelic sounds.

You could see how tense his body was through hooded eyes, brows creased together in concentration and bottom lip pinched tight between his teeth. Only letting it go long enough to let guttural moans and huffs out, watching the way your body tensed and relaxed under him as your orgasm took over.

Your thighs trembled at his sides and hands grasped for whatever they could reach as he fucked you through it until your body went lax, a pleasure drunk smile curling your lips as he pressed as deep as he could. Coating your walls in thick spurts of his spend with huffed out moans.

A quiet whine made him chuckle when he slipped from between your legs, an emptiness left behind as he stood to adjust his pants.

Another devilish grin spread across his face as you situated yourself. “Oh, princess. Don’t go getting attached already.”

#bucky barnes #bucky x reader #bucky fanfic #bucky fic #bucky imagine #bucky barnes smut #rockstar!bucky #rockstar!bucky smut

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pinkiebieberpie · 1 year

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let's talk about dating brother's best friend!rockstar!bucky - him teaching you how to play instruments, you are going to his concerts all the time, partying together, lots of passionate sex... your brother is so annoyed by the two of you, but who cares?? you are living your rockstar girlfriend fantasy

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jobean12-blog · 1 year

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Dirty Rock

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader (Rockstar!AU)

Word Count: 1,466

Summary: It’s opening night and anytime Bucky is on stage it’s hard for you to control yourself.

Author’s Note: Just because. His fingers...his everything. After all the Golden Globes goodies that nearly killed me I needed to do something haha. Thank you all so much for reading! Much love always! ❤️❤️❤️Divider by my sweet @firefly-graphics thanks love🥰

Warnings: teasing and tension, masturbation, light choking, oral (male rec), dirty talk, curses (18 + ONLY PLEASE!!!)

EDIT NOT MINE! This edit was done by my lovely friend Nix! She’s amazing and you can check out her instagram HERE!

Opening night.

The venue is packed. Bodies pressed tightly together, the air thick with anticipation and the stage still hidden in darkness, only the faint outline of the instruments visible.

You lean against the wall backstage and wait for Bucky to emerge from the Green room. Your attention is on the condition of your nail polish when your hear him call your name.

He’s striding toward you, long legs on full display in his tight jeans and his muscles tense with pre-show nerves.

“Hiya doll face.”

“Bucky,” you purr, smoothing your hands down his hard chest.

The top few buttons of his shirt are left open and your fingertips brush over his warm skin, tracing his tattoos.

“I can’t wait,” you whisper, leaning up to press your lips to his.

He winds a hand around your waist and drags you into his chest, lining your body up with his. You slide your hands higher and into his hair, tugging on the silky strands when he deepens the kiss.

He hums against your lips, pulling away with a warning expression.

“Don’t start something you can’t finish doll.”

“It was just a good luck kiss,” you tell him, feigning innocence.

He quirks a knowing brow and gives you a lopsided grin.

“Uh huh,” he simpers. “I know what you really want.”

“And what’s that?” you counter, pressing your breasts against him.

“To be on your knees for me.”

Your lips part with your quiet gasp but you don’t answer, opting to silence him with another kiss.

When you pull away he’s smirking.

“What?” you ask with sass.

He flattens his palm along the wall above your head and dips his mouth to your ear, his lips grazing the shell and making you shiver.

“After the show ’ll make sure to fill that pretty mouth so full of my cock that you’re choking on it.”

He pushes off with a smirk and kisses the corner of your mouth. He struts off and grabs his guitar, mouthing “I love you,” before disappearing behind the stage.

You cross your arms over your chest in frustration and squeeze your thighs together, holding back from adding a stomp of your foot.

Of course, he’s right but it’s his fault he looks so good…and you being told you have to wait.

You hear the crowd erupt into screams and cheers before the lights come to life in a bright flash above the stage. The first strum of his guitar has you dragging your teeth over your bottom lip. You move closer, standing in the shadows where you can get a clear view of him.

With his legs spread wide and his arms flexed, he moves his fingers effortlessly over the strings as the sweat begins to build along his forehead.

He sings into the microphone with his lips pressed close in a caress, his eyes closed and his neck muscles strained.

Every minute of it is pure torture in the best way.

By the time they finish the first set your panties are ruined and you can hardly wait to get your hands on him.

He bids the crowd farewell for a short break and the huge cheers follow him all the way back stage to where you’re waiting.

Before he can even say something snarky you have your arms around his neck and your hands in his hair. He kisses you back with just as much desperation and only pulls back to adjust the quickly growing bulge in his pants.

“These pants are tight enough doll face,” he teases. “Enjoyin’ the show?”

You push your bottom lip out in a pout and bat your lashes.

“What?” he says, crowding your space until your back hits the wall.

“How many more songs?” you ask.

“We have to finish the next set and do the encore,” he says with a devious grin. “Think you can handle it?”

“I don’t think I can wait,” you breathe out, tugging on his belt. “Just bend me over the sink in the bathroom.”

His blue eyes darken as they slowly move over your face.

“You’re such a brat.”

“I am NOT!” you sass. “And it’s all your fault anyway.”

You grab his hand and pull his body closer, pushing it under your skirt and between your legs.

His fingers graze the wet patch on your panties and he lets out a low growl.

“You’re soaked.”

“See. Told you…your fault.”

At your cheeky tone he runs his thumb over your clit, teasing you more with every stroke.

“Bucky…” you gasp, rocking against his hand.

The stage manager yells out the signal for the band to get back out there and he pulls his hand away.

“Off. Now,” he says, holding his palm open.

You look around for anyone that might see and carefully bend over to slide your panties down your legs. You toe them off and hand them over.

He presses the fabric to his nose and inhales with an appreciative hum before stuffing them into the back pocket of his jeans.

“You’re gonna get it when I’m done with the show,” he promises, contradicting his warning words with a soft and sweet kiss. “Behave.”

He stalks off to grab his guitar and slips back out onto the stage.

He’s amazing and every note is perfect. You can’t take your eyes off him. Every muscle in his body is flexed with his efforts and his skin glistens under the bright lights.

When they finally get to the encore you’re about ready to run out and let him bend you over on the stage but instead you opt for sneaking off to the bathroom in the Green room. He’ll be too busy to notice you didn’t stay for the last songs.

You rush inside, shutting the door and leaning against the sink. Thinking a splash of cold water will help you turn on the faucet but it does nothing to quell the heat running through your body.

You prop yourself along the wall and lift one leg to rest on the sink then slide your fingers along your inner thigh.

With the bend of your wrist, you gather the wetness between your folds and press your finger over your clit. Your breathing becomes more and more labored as you imagine Bucky fucking you with his thick fingers.

You’re so lost in the moment that you don’t hear him call your name and by the time he’s opening the door you don’t even have time to pull your hand away.

Your fingers are buried in your pussy and your inner thighs are slick with your arousal.

“Couldn’t wait I see,” he hisses. “Bad girl.”

“Buckyyyy,” you whine.

With a purposeful step he moves inside the small bathroom and closes the door, locking it with a click.

“Don’t stop now baby doll,” he simpers. “Lemme see you fuck yourself with those fingers.”

“But…”

“Don’t but me. Only good girls get what they want.”

You huff and pout, making him take a threatening step closer and close the distance between you.

“Don’t you dare stop.”

Your chest heaves and your pebbled nipples ache against your bra as you start to move your fingers again. You slide them out and they stop above your bundle of nerves, circling slowly before dipping lower again.

He grits his teeth with a growl, his heated gaze fixed on the motions of your hand.

“Harder,” he commands.

You tremble at the sound, as if his words were a physical touch and obey. Every breath he takes has his chest brushing yours and you can see his control wavering.

You pull your fingers out and slide them back up to circle your clit, pressing down hard enough to make you moan loudly.

“Fuck,” he groans, his metal fingers ghosting between your breasts until they dance along your collar bone.

“Just like that doll,” he murmurs as his fingers wrap around the base of your throat.

“Nothing feels as good as you Bucky.”

His grip on your neck tightens and your back arches off the wall, your body teetering on the edge of release. He stares, eyes glazed with desire as you work yourself over. When your body starts to shake with your orgasm he holds you in place until you’re pliant in his arms.

He lifts your hand, holding it between your bodies, the light glistening off your drenched fingers, and brings them to his lips to suck them clean.

You watch him with half lidded eyes, desperate for more.

“Now be a good girl and tell me how badly you want it.”

“Please Bucky. I need your cock.”

He gives your shoulders a gentle nudge until you’re falling to your knees.

“I’ll never get tired of hearing you say please while you’re on your knees for me doll.”

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marvelobsessed134 · 11 months

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Honeymoon suite (Rockstar!Bucky x fem!reader)

Summary: You and Bucky are newly weds and have a passionate night in your honeymoon suite

Warnings: smut, dirty talk, literally feels hot, Sebastian Stan as Tommy Lee is a warning in itself he’s so hot, talks of breeding kink.

A/n: There’s not really a set time period this fic takes place but I like to think it’s the late eighties or early/mid nineties

The room was beautiful, a red and pink color scheme that was very cheesy and sexy at the same time. A heart shaped bathtub was something that excited you, which is what you were in right now. Straddling Bucky’s lap as you made out with him furiously. His tattooed arms wrapped tightly around your body. You took a break to drink more champagne, and you looked at your reflection in the mirror behind you.

Bucky pulled you back down and kissed you again, nibbling on your bottom lip. “Mmm you taste so good, baby.” He husked and you can feel him growing hard between your thighs, his dick touching your pussy that was drenched both from being in water and the current activity you were engaged in. “You gonna let me fuck this pussy right here and now?” He asked and you nodded quickly. The drummer chuckled before sliding his dick inside you you. He slid in easily, and moaned at the fact.

Your brows furrowed, bottom lip trembling as you felt his whole length enter you, and you rocked your hips before slowly moving up and down. You could barely contain your moans once Bucky’s thumb started rubbing your clit, biting his lips as he did so, something he did while he played his drums or when he was concentrated. It turned you on so much. That I’m this moment, you were his instrument. “Please! Please, please! Oh fuck yes!” You moaned as you felt yourself getting closer and closer to the edge.

You clenched around him, making both your you groan out before you let your release cost his cock. Your husband picked you up, his cock still inside you, and walked out of the tub and laid you on the bed. You shivered and your nipples pebbled due to the sudden coldness of being removed from the warm bubble bath. You bodies still had bubbles on them, but Bucky clearly didn’t care as he pulled out of you and told you to put your ass in the air.

You felt his large cock push back into your tight hole once again and you fisted the sheets as he began to fuck you hard from behind. Tears weld in your eyes as he continued to hit your special spot, giving York ass a rough grab and smack. Bucky pulled you up by your hair as he continued to pound into from behind.

“One day, I’m gonna fill you full of my cum. Ima make you a mommy. You’d like that, wouldn’t you doll? You’d look so sexy with a round tummy, swollen tits with milk leaking from them. I can just taste it.” He moaned the words out as he felt himself getting closer and closer to his climax, while you’re now experiencing your second.

“Bucky, baby, I’m gonna cum!” You cried out.

“Go ahead, sweetheart, cum for me.” He grunted and you clenched around him again, the coil snapping and taking you to heaven for just a few seconds.

Bucky pulled out of you and finished on your back before signing heavily, catching his breath.

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Bucky Barnes pt.2

*original Bucky Barnes post can be found here*

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boxofbonesfic · 1 year

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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 😘

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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.”

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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?

“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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letting you down - rockstar!bucky x reader

Don't you get sick of only hearing your own voice? Talk like you're so damn tough, but you're just a little boy You like to think you've broke the mould, but now I'm sure, You'll crack just like the rest when I break your fucking jaw! - the best thing (that never happened) by we are the in crowd

Edit: Although the girl I used in the original moodboard was meant to be Natasha, I want my fics to be inclusive for all, so have updated the moodboard to reflect this. Plot: Tour romances mean nothing serious...right?

Or, fresh out of a breakup and deciding to focus on her music, Y/N jumps at the chance to go on tour with one of her favourite bands to take her mind off of things. Especially romance. Unfortunately for her, their drummer just can't keep his eyes off of her. Pairing: Rockstar!Bucky Barnes x Female!Reader Warnings: Emotional abuse and manipulation (not from Bucky), reader’s ex being a dick, self doubt, a tiny mention of violence and anxiety. As always, if I miss any triggers, please let me know. Notes: Another rockstar Bucky fic, because I do love him so. Also, this was inspired by song above, so I recommend you listen to it (also because it’s a great song). Again, thanks to @staticscreenwriting / @astartothemoon for my dividers. Not beta’d, so any mistakes are my own.

Taking a seat on the cold wooden chair in her agent’s office, Y/N anxiously nibbles on the skin of her lip, almost tearing it off with how nervous she is. Only an hour ago, she was told to come to the office urgently because her agent had news for her, too important to share over the phone. The whole time, she’s been wracking her brain to figure out what she could want to tell her. And each time, her mind has come up with the worst potential outcomes. And after just being dumped, that’s the last thing she needs right now. “So, we have some news.” Helen, her agent, announces, peering at her over the frame of her glasses. Y/N gulps. It’s the sort of look a mother gives her child when they’re caught sneaking cookies out of the jar, or when she knows that they’re the one who broke her vase. Either way, it’s not a good sign. She’s definitely about to be dropped. Maybe Dylan's right. Maybe she’s not cut out for this. Her stomach churns, and she warily eyes the exit, just in case.

“Good news, I hope…?” She chuckles awkwardly, starting to hope the ground will swallow her whole.

“It depends on whether you have any plans in September.” Frowning, Y/N raises a brow. However, before she can even ask why, Helen continues. “Because The End of The Line wants you to open for them on their US Tour that month.” She states casually. Y/N’s mouth drops open.

“WHAT?!” she squeals. “Are you serious?!” The End of The Line is a band she knows very well. Okay, she knows their music. Yet, considering how they’ve got multiple number ones and album nominations under their belts, practically everyone knows who they are. They’re one of the most successful bands going in the scene right now. But she had no idea they knew who she was. What feels like only a few months ago, Y/N was posting her own original songs on her YouTube and performing in her local bar…and now, she’s going on tour with one of her favourite bands. Not even that. Imagine the exposure this could bring. All the new fans and support. She doesn’t even realise how much her heart is beating or how close she is to hyperventilating until Helen passes over a glass of water.

“Don’t be so modest.” She tuts. “The first single you released has been in the Top 10 for weeks, and your album is selling incredibly well. You’re in high demand, and people know it.” Y/N gulps down the water almost in one go, still shaking. “Are you okay? I don’t want you passing out on my floor.”

“No, no. I’m okay! I’m good.” Y/N lies. Helen raises a brow.

“Okay, well I need to confirm your attendance with their team so they can schedule a meeting with them and the band to go over venues. And then there’s merchandising, transport arrangements….” Helen’s voice fades into static as Y/N grapples with the situation. She’s going on tour with one of her favourite bands. They know who she is, and they like her. She pinches her skin a few times, wondering if she’s still dreaming. That she’ll open her eyes and she’ll be a nobody again, her perfect Cinderella story over.

However, the repeated pinching doesn’t work, meaning that this is real. That revelation somehow both makes her relieved and absolutely terrified. Sure, she’s going on her first tour…but that means there’s more people to disappoint. The band, for a start. But then again, going on tour means meeting one of her favourite bands ever. Not to mention that by getting herself out there, more and more people can discover her music, and she can hopefully do what she loves for a living, rather than waiting tables for the rest of her life. Which means potentially more tours and new albums. And she won’t have to spend as much time in her practically empty apartment now that Dylan’s left. “So? What should I say?” Helen asks, peering over the rim of her glasses again.

Taking a breath, Y/N answers: “Tell them I’d love to tour with them.”

A few weeks later, Y/N and Helen enter the building where she’s about to meet The End of the Line and their agent. Glancing around the vast building, Y/N’s heart rate picks up. A year ago, she could only dream of going to a place like this for a visit, let alone to meet one of the biggest bands in the scene to plan a tour with them. As they enter the elevator, Y/N fiddles with the waistband of her trousers, suddenly feeling more and more constricted.

“Maybe this was the wrong outfit choice. Maybe I should’ve been more casual?” She wonders. “Actually, maybe I should just go. I definitely do not fit in here. Sure, I’ll be getting out of the house, but is it really worth all this?” Y/N bounces anxiously on her heels, waiting for the elevator to reach the floor they need so she can make a break for it.

“Y/N, please calm down before you stress me out. That’s the last thing either of us needs.” Helen sighs.

“Sorry. I’m just nervous.” Yet she can tell Helen’s words are not malicious. Helen really does care for her. She just has a funny way of showing it sometimes.

“I know. Trust me, though, they don’t bite. And I made Tony promise that he’d play nice, too.” She chuckles. Y/N doesn’t laugh. The elevator dings, and Helen announces that they’ve made it. Y/N’s heart drops. Although she considered running, she now can’t move. “Come on.” Helen orders, beckoning her to follow. Y/N does as she asks, as if on autopilot.

“That woman must have magic powers.” She thinks to herself.

When they reach the meeting room, to Y/N’s surprise, Helen simply walks in without knocking, giving her no time to prepare.

“Well, look who finally arrived! It’s wonderful to see you again, Helen.” A man grins, shaking Helen’s hand. He’s dressed in a crisp black suit, one that Y/N recognises absolutely costs more than her rent for a year. Presumably that’s Tony. Y/N steps forward, ready to introduce herself. Until-

“Hey! You must be Y/N!” Before she can even react, Natasha Romanoff is standing in front of her. Y/N gulps.

“Yeah, that’s me. It’s nice to meet you!” She holds out a hand for her to shake, but Natasha pulls her into a hug instead.

“There’s one thing you gotta know about Nat. She’s a hugger.” She recognises Steve’s voice, but suddenly realising Natasha Romanoff is a real person to then being hugged by her in such a short space of time is a lot for Y/N to cope with.

“You’re gorgeous! I can’t wait to go on tour with you!” Nat squeals, and Y/N mutters something in reply, still in shock.

“Nat, let the poor girl breathe and let the rest of us say hi!” a voice speaks, and Y/N is soon released from Nat’s grasp. Then, she meets the rest of the band, starting with Steve and Sam. “And over there is…”

But the man on the couch needs no introduction. Bucky Barnes leans against the back of the couch, twirling a drumstick between his tattooed fingers. In fact, tattoos cover both of his arms and most of his hands, little of his actual skin showing. He cocks his head, looking over her body with a smile. This man just oozes confidence…and he’s fucking gorgeous.

“Bucky.” She whispers, although not quietly enough, as Bucky laughs.

“Yup, that’s me.” Y/N blushes. Bucky gets up and shakes her hand. Her fingers brush over the calluses dotted around his fingers, and a shiver reverberates through her body. “Nice to meet you.” He smiles, and Y/N gulps. Fuck, this man is attractive, and he knows it. And he probably knows that she knows it too, given how he’s looking at her. Nothing can come of this, though. She’s here to do a job and for her music, not to fall in love. Especially after everything that’s happened in her love life, and especially not with a band guy like Bucky Barnes.

“Come on, let’s start planning.” Tony orders. As the group takes their seats, Bucky sits right across from her, still smiling. Still staring at her. Y/N’s breath hitches in her throat.

She can already tell…he’s got trouble written all over him.

The next few months of interviews, photoshoots and practice sessions whizz by in a blur. In seemingly no time at all, it’s time for Y/N to go on tour. She looks up at the tour buses, her stomach churning with both excitement and her nerves.

Is it too early to go home?

“Hey! You made it!” a voice calls. And there go her escape plans.

“Hey Eddie. Do you know where I’m supposed to be staying? Am I with you guys on your bus?" she asks. Eddie is one of the band’s merch guys, and since meeting, the pair gelled right away, something which Y/N is immensely grateful for. Of course, she’s glad she and the band are getting on so well, but it’s nice to have a friend who isn’t in a band, someone she can just talk to about anything. In all honesty, Y/N’s still nervous around the band. They’re lovely, but she’s star-struck and hopelessly awkward whenever she’s with them, which isn’t a good thing when you’re trying to make friends.

To her confusion, though, Eddie chuckles. “Sorry Y/N, but you’re not with us.” He gestures his head to the other bus. “The musicians are all in there.” Y/N gulps. This isn’t what she expected. She feels like a fish out of water, even now. Like she doesn’t belong. She’s just an opener, a nobody.

“But-”

“Yes, that means you too.” Eddie cuts her off. “And we’re full.” He continues before she can say anything more. “On you go.” When she doesn’t move, he gently nudges her forward, towards the door of the bus. “You better be fast and get a good bunk!” He calls after her as she nervously steps on board.

As she makes her way to the bunk area, clutching her bag close to her chest, Y/N looks around the bus, her home for the next few weeks. Its kitchenette is even bigger than her kitchen at home. Actually, this whole bus is bigger than her apartment. Earlier this year, she could only dream of standing on a bus like this, yet alone living here. This is definitely going to take some getting used to.

“Hey guys.” She smiles when she reaches the bunks. They all smile when they see her, each welcoming her to her new home, which makes her feel a little less nervous. “So, which bunk is mine?”

“You’re up here, above me.” Bucky answers. Y/N’s eyes widen, and immediately, her nervousness is back. Bucky? She’s sleeping in close proximity to Bucky? The same drummer who’s been on her mind ever since she met him, despite her attempts to block him out? How can this possibly go wrong? “I hope that’s okay. If you’d rather have the bottom one, just say.” He reassures her. Despite her nerves, Bucky’s commitment to making sure she’s okay and comfortable makes her smile.

“No, the top one is totally fine. Thanks Bucky.” She nods, trying to throw her bag onto the bed, but unable to reach.

“Let me help you with that.” Bucky chuckles.

“Are you sure? I’m okay Bucky, it’s-” But the bag falls to the floor before she can finish her sentence. Bucky laughs again. Yet it’s not a mocking laugh. It’s a friendly laugh, actually. “Okay, maybe I do need help.” Bucky picks up her bag, lifting it over her head and onto the bunk with ease. As he does, she immediately notices his proximity to her. He’s so close that he’s almost trapping her between the bunks. So close she could reach out and run her finger along every single outline of each of Bucky’s tattoos, touch every freckle and birthmark dotting his skin. Y/N gasps. She never realised how muscular he was at first. “Thanks.” She smiles.

“You’re welcome.” He nods. For a moment, it’s as if it’s just them two on the bus, in their own little universe, each staring into the other’s eyes. But then, a little voice sounds in Y/N’s head.

“Don’t get with band dudes. They’re no good. And they’re the last thing you need, especially now.” And so, she pulls away. As she does, she registers Bucky’s smile faltering slightly. “So, what are the beds like? Are they comfy?” She asks, climbing up to her bunk, hoping to change the subject.

“Yeah, they’re alright.” Bucky replies, his voice mumbled slightly. As she lays down, Bucky’s smile fading and his slight disappointment replays in her mind. His disappointment confuses her.

This is for her own good.

For both of their own good.

So why does she feel so bad about it?

Early the next morning, Y/N sits alone at the small table in the bus’ kitchenette, staring out at the window and watching the world go by. A steaming mug of coffee sits opposite her. Unsurprisingly, her nerves meant she didn’t sleep well the night before. Especially since tomorrow marks the first night of the tour, and her first time performing for people who aren’t the regulars at her local bar.

“Hey.” A familiar voice speaks, pulling her out of her thoughts as Bucky sits opposite her. Y/N rubs her eyes, mumbling a good morning. “You good? Wasn’t expecting anyone else to be up so early.” He remarks. She waits, a part of her expecting a cheeky or sarcastic comment to follow. However, there’s no malice in Bucky’s comment. In fact, it’s far from cruel. It’s from a place of concern, making sure she’s alright after having her world changed practically overnight. And Y/N appreciates it more than he’ll ever know.

“Yeah, I’m okay.” Y/N murmurs, wiping at her eyes. “Just homesick, that’s all. I’m not used to being away from home on tour yet. I mostly just stick to playing local bars.” It’s not exactly a lie. Sure, it’s not the main reason she’s sitting here teary eyed at not even 8.30am, but it’s still part of it. Bucky’s brow furrows. A part of her expects him to judge her, or to laugh at her for being so inexperienced. Like she’s used to people doing. Well…like she’s used to Dylan doing. Or worse, he’ll start prying. Something she absolutely isn’t ready for. However, Bucky simply nods.

“Yeah, I get that. It took us all a while to get used to it, too. But don’t worry, you’re doing great, and you’re definitely good enough to be on tour.” And for the first time that morning, Y/N finds herself smiling.

“So, now we’ve established why I’m here so early in the morning, can I ask why you are?”

“Well, I’ve always been a bit of an early bird, and when you share a bus with three other people, some of whom snore….” He trails off, and he and Y/N laugh. “I usually take this time to write some music, but it’s nice to have some new company for once.”

“Have you been working on anything special?” Bucky shrugs.

“Just some things here and there. Maybe we could plan a writing session.”

“Just us?” Y/N regrets the question almost immediately. Because who does that? Who asks a cute guy who talks about hanging out with you if his friends will tag along too?

“If you want.” Bucky smiles, and something in Y/N’s stomach flutters. “Okay, I’m gonna get some breakfast.” Bucky announces, getting up. “Do you want some?”

“Sure, what have you got?”

“We have…cereal or cereal.” He offers, holding up two boxes. Y/N laughs.

“Wow, what varied choices. I think I’ll have cereal, please.” Y/N points out the box she wants, and Bucky nods.

“A wise choice.” Y/N giggles again, and he grins. He passes over a bowl and sits back down. The pair chat as they eat their breakfast, laughing at each other’s jokes. Y/N can feel her heart beating like crazy. She never imagined she would be here, doing simple things like eating breakfast with a rockstar, or that they’d get along so well. Especially so soon after having her heart broken. It’s an unfamiliar experience…but it’s a nice, comfortable one all the same.

As the morning goes on, the rest of the band slowly make their way towards them, and the bus fills with laughter and chatter. Bucky drums a rhythm on the table, and once again Y/N finds herself smiling as she watches him play, and as the others all sing along. Yet, despite how much fun she’s having at that moment, all she can think about is when this tour will be over, and how, when it ends, she’s going to be heartbroken and alone all over again. And she can’t handle that pain. Not again.

She has to limit the risk of heartbreak, wherever possible.

The next night, Y/N paces around the green room, nervously murmuring to herself. “I can’t do this. I can’t do this. Oh god, they’re gonna hate me.” She wrings her hands together. “Is it too late to go home?”

“Hey, it’s alright Y/N. Calm down. Take deep breaths.” Sam encourages.

“Yeah, you’ll be fine! You’ve practised more than enough for this. We were nervous our first time too.” Natasha continues, and the others nod. Yet, Y/N shakes her head.

“No. I won’t. It’s a huge crowd, and I’m not good enough.” A figure stands in front of her, gently taking her arms.

“Y/N.” Bucky. “I promise you, you are good enough for this. After all, that’s why we brought you on tour with us, right, guys?” A chorus of agreement fills the room, alleviating her worry slightly.

“What if they hate me, though?”

“Nobody’s going to hate you. Did you see the reaction we got when we announced you? Everyone is so excited, and you’re going to go out there and kill it, just like you did in rehearsal.” Seeing that she’s still nervous, Bucky leans in slightly closer. “When you’re out there, imagine you’re performing just for us, like before. Think you can do that?” He asks.

“I guess….” She murmurs, and Bucky smiles.

“Good girl. Want us to walk down to the stage with you?” He asks, and she nods. When the time comes, the band does exactly that, reassuring her the whole way there. As she waits for the song before she goes out to finish, Y/N takes deep breaths. She registers someone squeezing her hand, and Bucky whispers in her ear. “Don’t worry. Just like you practised. We’ll be right here, watching.” Y/N nods.

And then, it’s time, and Y/N steps onto the stage. Immediately, she launches into her first song. To her surprise, most of the crowd seems to know it, and she can see the people in the first few rows singing along and dancing. Even those who don’t know her look like they’re having a good time. And the same things happen with the second song. And the next song. The crowd seems to love her.

After a few songs, Y/N takes a minute to have a drink.

“Hey guys! I’m Y/N.” The crowd cheers, and she can’t help but smile. “Some of you may know this, but this is my first actual show on an actual tour, and what a fucking amazing crowd and band to start my tour life with!” More cheers. “So thank you all, but especially thank you to The End of the Line!” She glances to the side of the stage, catching the eyes of the band. All four grin, giving her a thumbs up. Y/N smiles proudly. “This next song is called Crimson. Sing along if you know it.”

Y/N’s set goes by both quicker and better than she expected. As she gets closer to the end of her set, the band leaves to finish getting ready for their own set. However, Y/N doesn’t mind. She already feels more confident than she did at the beginning. As she finishes up her last song, she calls out: “Thank you all so fucking much! I’m gonna be hanging out at the merch table over there for a bit if you wanna come say hi or tell me I was shit. Fuck it, you guys bought the tickets.” She giggles. “Goodnight!”

When she makes it to the merch stand, Eddie hands her a beer, which she almost downs. “Damn girl.” Eddie praises. “That was fucking awesome!”

“You think?”

“Uh, yeah! The crowd loved you. We’ve sold a bunch of your merch already.” She gasps.

“You’re kidding.” He shakes his head, gesturing to something behind her. Y/N turns around to see some girls standing there, staring at her all wide eyed. “Oh sorry. Am I in your way for merch? Just tell me to move. It’s okay.”

“You were amazing! I love your music so much.” One of them grins, holding out her ticket and a sharpie. “Can you sign my ticket, please?” Y/N’s mouth drops open. She wasn’t actually expecting people to want to meet her.

“And mine!” The others chorus.

“T-Thanks!” Still slightly in shock, Y/N nods, signing each ticket and taking pictures with each of them. Soon, a few more fans come to see her, and still amazed, Y/N repeats the cycle. This is her first ever meet and greet, the first time people actually like her.

“Have a good night!” She calls as they go back towards the crowd. “Did that just happen, or am I fucking dreaming?!” she asks Eddie, who laughs.

“I told you. They love you.”

During The End Of The Line’s set, Y/N stands side stage watching them, smiling and singing along to every song as the crowd laps it up, screaming every word back to them. They’re such incredible performers. Maybe one day, that’ll be her, selling out venues across the country. She glances out on the stage, watching as the band plays. Natasha jumps around, her red hair swinging around wildly. Sam and Steve lean against each other as they play their guitars, smiling and joking with each other. And then, she sees Bucky, drumming furiously, his arms moving rapidly. He throws his hands up into the air, twirling his drumsticks between his fingers. Once the song ends, he runs his hand through his hair, strands sticking to his sweaty forehead. Breathlessly, he smiles, mouthing a thank you to the crowd. Y/N feels her breath hitching in her throat. He looks so gorgeous, a true rockstar.

In an ideal world, one where she and her love life aren’t so broken, they’d probably be together. But there’s no way that can happen. She can see how the girls in the crowd look at him and the others. If he has the pick of any girl he wants, why would he ever go for her?

After all, she’s just an opener. Feeling her heart sinking, Y/N sighs sadly. With one last look at Bucky, she turns and walks back to the green room.

After their set, the band comes back to the green room. To her surprise, though, they’re not talking about their set…they’re talking about hers. “I knew it! You were perfect!” Natasha squeals. “We’re so proud of you!”

“And Eddie told us about your meet and greet. The fans love you.” Sam praises. Before Y/N can say anything, the band envelopes her in a group hug. The overwhelming love and support shown to her throughout the night suddenly reaches a head. Immediately, tears come to her eyes, and soon, Y/N begins crying.

“Oh god, sorry was it too much? We can be a lot, so if you’re uncomfortable, just tell us, sweetheart.”

“No! I’m just…not used to all this, to being shown so much support all at once.” She murmurs, and a chorus of “awww!” fills the room.

“Trust us.” Natasha smiles. “You deserve it.”

“Welcome to touring life Y/N! As a celebration, I say we go get food. My treat.” Steve grins.

“Wow, you’re paying? That’s new. You should savour this experience Y/N.” Sam teases, and the group dissolves into laughter. As she looks around at the band, her new friends who changed her life, Y/N smiles, already feeling her anxieties beginning to melt away slightly.

“Come on then. Let’s go.”

“That was so good. And it tasted even better since I didn’t pay.” Sam grins, and Y/N laughs.

“Shove off. It’s your turn next time.” Steve replies. As Sam, Steve and Natasha walk on ahead, Bucky falls into step beside her. Right away, she can feel her heart rate beginning to increase.

“I’ve eaten so much, I’m surprised I’m still able to walk.” She murmurs, and Bucky laughs.

“Yeah, I feel that. We go there every time we’re here, and every time I eat too much too. Join the club.” Y/N looks up, glancing at the stars. She used to wish on them every night, hoping someone would discover her, and that she might actually have a shot at making music, the thing she loves, her job. And now, here she is. Maybe dreams come true after all. “So.” Bucky begins, drawing her focus back to him. “Is there anywhere on this tour you’re most excited to go to?”

“I don’t really know. In all honesty, this whole thing and getting to tour the country is still mind blowing to me. I’m happy to go anywhere.” Smiling, Bucky nods.

“Yeah, I was the same when we first started out. You’ll still pinch yourself, even when you get as famous as us. And I have every faith you’ll get there.” Y/N gasps. It’s strange, how he’s so much more famous than her, and yet he still talks to her and treats her like he’s his equal. He really is one of the kindest people she knows. Her stomach twists in knots. And that’s going to make leaving him even more difficult. “I’m most excited to be back in New York, though. Even though I moved away, hometown shows are always the best.”

“You’re from New York too? Same!” Bucky smiles. Her eyes trace along Bucky’s jawline, illuminated by the streetlights. He looks so beautiful. She feels Bucky’s hand brushing against hers, and her heart rate increases.

If dreams do come true...she has an idea for a new one.

“Really? That’s awesome. You know, there’s a really great Italian restaurant I go to all the time whenever I’m there. Maybe we could go.” Y/N suppresses a laugh. She’d love that more than anything, but deep down, she knows he doesn’t really mean it. It’s just him trying to be nice. He’ll forget about her when all of this is over. They all will. And she can’t even blame them for it. Sighing, she nods.

“Yeah. That’d be nice.”

As the tour continues, Y/N’s confidence continues to grow. Each night, she becomes more and more excited to go on stage. And in turn, she becomes more confident around the band, and spends more time with them, whether it’s writing songs together, shopping with Natasha, or hanging out with Sam and Steve. Basically, her touring life is perfect…aside from one little thorn in her side.

Bucky Barnes.

It’s not that Bucky has been horrible to her, not at all. In fact, he’s been the same kind and welcoming person he’s always been. That’s the problem. He’s so kind that it’s hard to not get close to him, or to want to spend time with him. Especially since she can already feel herself falling deeper in love with him with every passing day. Each time she has to pull away, Y/N feels terrible.

“So.” Natasha smirks one day whilst they’re out shopping. “When are you gonna put that poor boy out of his misery?” When Y/N raises a brow, Natasha rolls her eyes. “Don’t pretend like you don’t know what I mean! Bucky is so clearly whipped for you, and you’re obviously into him. I can see it all over you.” She grins. Y/N gulps. Despite how happy she is to know that Bucky might feel the same way about her, this is the last thing she wanted to happen.

“Nothing is going to happen Nat. And you don’t even know if that’s true.” She points out. Natasha says something in reply, but Y/N doesn’t hear it. All she can think about is how big of a problem this is, and how she’s going to have to break Bucky’s heart even more. Of course, the idea of just telling him the truth and admitting her feelings has crossed her mind a few times. Yet, despite how much she wants to do that, and to stop letting her fear and Dylan ruin her new chance at happiness…she’s too afraid to admit the truth, and to drag Bucky into her mess. Or to lose him, and be heartbroken all over again. And this time, it’ll hurt even more than it did with Dylan.

As soon as they get back, Y/N enters the bus, shutting the door behind them. She climbs into her bunk. Angrily throwing the pillow across her bunk, Y/N grabs her phone. Hopefully, scrolling through social media will make her feel better. And at first, it works as posts from her fans fill her feed. She likes and comments on a few, continuing to scroll. As Y/N reads their words, a smile grows on her face. She’s so lucky to have her fans and their support. But then, another post appears. One of her ex and her ex-best friend. Immediately, her heart sinks. They’re still together, smiling like nothing happened, acting like they haven’t left a trail of destruction in their wake and ruined her life. She’s sitting here, terrified of getting too close to Bucky and the others in case she gets hurt like that again. And the people who did it to her in the first place don't even care. They never did.

Angrily, Y/N grips her blanket, grabbing her songwriting notebook and opening it.

It’s about time she lets out her emotions.

“Is Y/N okay?” Sam asks the next morning, after they arrive in New York. “I didn’t see much of her last night, and she shut herself away as soon as we got to the venue.” Bucky furrows his brow, concern flooding his features. Y/N barely spoke to anyone, only a few words here and there. Natasha shrugs.

“She said she’s busy writing, and she doesn’t want to be disturbed. I guess we’ll find out when her new song comes out.” That makes Bucky even more concerned. He knows all about being in a deeply focused, creative headspace, and how you don’t want to speak to anyone until it’s done. But he also knows how bad it can be when you shut yourself away for so long, especially when she already looks so upset. He’ll have to check on her when he gets the chance.

Yet, the next time he sees Y/N is when she’s getting ready to go on and is in a rush.

“Are you sure you’re alright? We were worried about you.” He asks, watching as she runs around the room, spraying hairspray and perfume everywhere.

“Yeah, I’m good. Much better.” She insists, reapplying her lipstick in the mirror and giving herself one last check over. “Right, I gotta go. Talk soon, yeah?”

“But-” Bucky begins, cut off by Y/N placing her hand on his arm.

“Bucky, trust me. I’m okay. Bye!” And then she’s gone, leaving the scent of perfume in her wake. Despite his concern, Bucky chuckles. She sure is something. Tonight, she looks like an angel, glitter covering her lids and outfit. She looks beautiful. But she always does. This entire tour, he’s been trying to find the guts to tell her the truth about how he feels, with no luck. And the way she always turns him down or pulls away at the last second makes him think she doesn’t feel the same. Turning, Bucky follows her down towards the stage.

Although, if she doesn’t feel the same way, he’d understand. When he gets to the side stage, Y/N is already on, in the middle of her first song. Bucky watches her as she works through her first few songs, smiling. The way she controls and interacts with the crowd is incredible, much better than he could ever do.

“Well, hello New York!” Y/N shouts into the mic, the ending of her sentence being drowned out by screams and cheers. “You guys are fucking awesome. Thank you so much!” Another round of cheering sounds, and Y/N grins, the lighting illuminating her teeth and the glitter she’s wearing. Bucky watches, smiling. “Are you guys excited for The End of The Line?” The crowd goes wild again, and Y/N laughs. “That was probably a stupid question.”

“I wanna try something new with you guys, if that’s okay.” She continues, and Bucky raises a brow. “But it means I have to tell you a story too…. Oh, I can see complete excitement on your faces, so I won’t talk too long then.” She jokes, laughing. And then, Bucky realises he’s laughing too. “So a few months ago, just before The End of The Line invited me on their tour, my boyfriend dumped me over text.” The crowd immediately starts booing, whilst Bucky raises an eyebrow. She never mentioned this. “I know! But unfortunately, it’s not just that, New York. He told me he was dumping me for one of my best friends. The same friend he was cheating on me with for the last few months of our relationship. Apparently, me playing shows was too much for him to handle, and I’d never be famous, so he had to think of his future with a girl who ‘knows what she’s doing, instead of just a bar singer’ like me.” The boos intensify, and Y/N nods, clutching a hand to her chest. “I know! At first, I let his words get to me. Look at me now, though!” The crowd cheers, and Y/N grins. “So, I put all my pain and anger into a song, and I’d like to perform it for the first time for you guys. Is that cool with you?!” The crowd goes wild, and Y/N grins, tuning her guitar. “Okay, okay! I hear you loud and clear. If you’ve ever had to deal with a shitty person in your life, I hope this song speaks to you as much as it does to me…and that you tell them to go fuck themselves.” She smirks, and Bucky laughs. “This song is called Letting You Down.”

As the song plays, Y/N sings with more passion and fury than Bucky has ever seen. She controls the crowd masterfully, having them hanging onto every word she sings. For only just starting out, she really is a natural. Yet, her admission replays through his mind. Hearing how poorly she was treated infuriates him. Y/N’s such a talented and good-hearted person, and she doesn’t deserve that. Her ex obviously has no idea what he’s talking about. Although going through all that may explain why she’s been pulling away from him so much, and so nervous about being on tour. Y/N needs to know how talented and loved she is. And if she doesn’t, he’ll tell her every day.

After Y/N’s set, Bucky waits in the green room for her. When she walks in and sees Bucky sitting there, her eyes widen. “Aren’t you meant to be on stage in like five minutes?” She frowns. Bucky shakes his head.

“That’s not important right now. I need to talk to you.” Her face falls.

“You heard, didn’t you?” He hates how small and ashamed her voice sounds, like he’d be mad at her for admitting the truth. Bucky nods, stepping closer.

“I did, listen Y/N, I-”

“Buck, come on, we have to go!” Steve calls, poking his head through the door. Bucky doesn’t even care. He just wants to be with Y/N. “Buck!” Steve repeats.

“You need to go!” Y/N insists.

“But-”

“Bucky. Go. I’ll talk to you later, okay?” She promises, gently pushing him towards the door.

Throughout the entirety of their set, all Bucky can do is think of Y/N, and the things he needs to say to her. Things he’s wanted to say to her from the beginning. The second their set is finished, Bucky runs backstage. Y/N sits in the green room, anxiously fiddling with her thumbs.

“Y/N.” He smiles, breathless. She looks up at him, her face falling. Bucky’s heart sinks. He hates seeing her so upset. “Can I sit?” She nods. “Y/N, I-”

“Look Bucky.” She sighs, finally cutting him off. “You’re incredibly sweet and all, but I just can’t commit to a relationship right now.” She sighs. “You heard the story about my heartbreak, right?” He nods. “Well, I can’t put myself through that pain again. I can’t give my all to somebody and receive nothing in return, I’m sorry.”

“Y/N, he sounds like a dick. And I promise you, not everyone is like that.”

“It’s not just that.” She murmurs, staring down at the ground. “I know you’re a good person, Bucky. Fuck, I see it in you every day. You’re one of the sweetest guys I know, and I don’t want to think you’d ever hurt me like that. That’s why I’ve been pulling away from you, so neither of us get hurt. Yet, I hurt us both. Honestly, I think I’ve been in love with you ever since we met, and I do want to be with you. But what happens when this tour is over? When the fairytale is over, and we go back to our normal lives, whatever they are now? Sure, we’re musicians, but we come from two totally different worlds. And I don’t fit into your world.” She sighs. Bucky raises a brow, shuffling closer towards her. “Maybe Dylan’s right. Maybe I am just a bar singer.” Bucky gets up from his seat, kneeling in front of her. He takes her hands in his, rubbing his thumbs along her knuckles.

“Y/N. You are one of the most beautiful and talented people I’ve ever met. We could only dream of being able to control and entertain a crowd like you can. Especially tonight!” He insists. “And besides, there’s nothing wrong with being a bar singer, especially when they’re as good as you. Your ex has no idea what the fuck he’s talking about.” As she gazes into Bucky’s eyes, Y/N feels tears building in her own.

“I want to be with you more than anything. I just can’t. I can’t risk being hurt again.” She whispers. Bucky feels his heart breaking, but he knows he can’t force her to do anything. And so, he nods.

Suddenly, the door opens, and Natasha pops her head in. At first, Bucky expects her to say something about how they’re going out for dinner or something. Yet, as soon as she sees the serious look on Natasha’s face, Y/N frowns. “Nat? What’s going on?”

“Y/N, there’s someone here to see you. He insists he knows you, and even tried to bribe our door staff to let him into the venue. Says he won’t go until you hear him out.” Immediately, Bucky tenses from beside her, and Y/N’s stomach drops.

“Did he leave a name?” But she knows who it is before Natasha even confirms it.

“It’s Dylan.” Her entire body goes stiff. It feels like someone dumped a whole bucket of ice cold water all over her, plunging her into a horrible nightmare.

“Wait, Dylan as in ‘Letting You Down’ Dylan? Your ex who treated you like shit?” Bucky asks, and Y/N nods, still numb. “Where is he?”

“He’s in the dressing room. The guys just shoved him in there.”

“Oh, fuck.” Y/N hisses, already beginning to feel herself hyperventilate.

“Y/N, we can tell him to go.” Bucky offers. To his surprise, Y/N shakes her head.

“No. I need to do this. I need to tell him myself.” She gulps. Bucky can tell she’s absolutely terrified. “I might need some moral support, though.” She admits, her eyes glancing down at the floor. Bucky finds her hand, giving it a reassuring squeeze.

“Of course.” He whispers.

When Y/N and the rest of the band enter the room, Dylan turns around. As soon as he sees Y/N, he grins. Immediately, Bucky hates him. His grin looks smug, and the way he looks at Y/N makes him feel sick. If he could, he’d punch that asshole right in his smug fucking face.

“What the hell are you doing here?” She gasps.

“Wow, I just didn’t realise you were serious about this whole thing!” Dylan muses, looking around the room. “When I saw you online and on TV, I knew I had to come see you…and talk about what happened. Tell you what, why don’t we go get some drinks or some dinner, and we can just…talk it out?” Dylan whispers, reaching out to stroke her arm. The same way he used to when he was trying to get back on her good side, hoping she’d ignore all the cruel things he’d say about her and her career. Reflexively, Y/N steps back, away from him.

“Oh, so you only care about her once she’s getting more attention?” Bucky demands, earning a sharp jab in the ribs from Natasha.

“Bucky.” she hisses.

“What? He doesn’t give a shit about her or her career at first, but when he sees how popular she is and how he’s probably being blasted all over social media for rightfully being called out, he suddenly cares?” Dylan scoffs, rolling his eyes.

“Buddy, this doesn’t concern you.” Y/N’s heart sinks. Bucky’s right. Dylan doesn’t care about her at all. He’s only here to save his ass.

“Actually, it concerns all of us, buddy. We’re her friends, and we actually give a shit about her, unlike you.” Bucky snaps back.

“Can we have some alone time now?” Dylan asks, his eyes narrowing as he looks at Bucky. For a moment, Y/N almost says yes, wanting to just get rid of him as soon as possible with no further trouble. That is, however, until she glances back, ready to tell the band to do as he asks. The entire band looks pissed off, but Bucky is seething. He stands with his arms folded as he glares at Dylan. They’re the ones who care about her and her career. Not Dylan. And then, Y/N realises what she has to do.

“No. They stay.” She states. Dylan’s brows furrow.

“But Y/N, sweetie-”

“Don’t call me that. You lost the right to call me that a long time ago. And you have no right to come here unannounced and start making demands, especially after what you did. I want them here, so they’re staying.” She folds her arms. “Now. What do you want?” When he sees he isn’t getting his way, Dylan splutters.

“I just don’t see why you had to make such a big deal out of it, that’s all! And besides, I was just thinking about calling you before I heard the song, anyway. It would be nice to talk again.”

“Oh, you were, were you? Well, you sure have impeccable timing, don’t you? And besides, I know that’s a lie because as far as I know, you were with your girlfriend last night. Have you told her you want to start talking to me again?”

“Y/N, come on, don’t be like that. I’m trying to apologise. You always were so dramatic. It’s obvious I didn’t mean everything I said.”

“And yet ‘sorry’ isn’t the first word that came out of your mouth.” She hears sniggering in the background, which only spurs her on further. “And it’s not being dramatic. It’s called standing up for yourself and realising that you’ve treated me like shit for as long as I can remember, and I’m tired of it. If you think I’m coming back to you so you can do it again, you’re dumber than I thought you were. So, you can take your apology and shove it up your ass.” Dylan’s eyes widen, and he splutters again. In a way, it’s funny seeing the man who treated her like shit be unable to handle her sticking up for herself. “Now, go.”

“I’d advise you listen to her and fuck off before we call security. Trust us, you don’t want that.” Sam warns. Dylan tries to argue back, but when he sees he isn’t getting anywhere, he groans, beginning to leave.

“Bitch.” He murmurs as he walks by. Bucky, Sam and Steve follow him out, making sure he leaves while Natasha stays with Y/N.

“That was incredible! You really gave that asshole what he deserved.” She grins. Y/N doesn’t feel incredible though. In fact, she feels like shit. After being on such a high from the concert and finally letting her emotions out in song, suddenly being confronted with Dylan and being reminded of just how little he cares about her is breaking her all over again. Her bottom lip trembles and her vision blurs. Shit.

“I’m sorry Nat, I-I have to go. I’ll be on the bus if you need me. I just. I need to be alone.” She stammers, her words coming out in a rush. She doesn’t even give Natasha time to reply before she hurriedly leaves the venue and climbs back onto the bus, crawling into her bunk and huddling into the corner. As soon as she knows it’s safe, her tears are unleashed, and she shakes as tears stream down her cheeks. She wraps her blanket around her, hoping it hides her from the world.

Y/N lays there for what feels like hours until the door to the bus opens again. “Who is it?” She calls, her voice croaky.

“It’s just me.” Bucky replies. As soon as she hears his voice, it feels like a weight has been lifted off of Y/N’s shoulders, and she lets out a breath of relief. “I know you said you want to be alone, but we just want to make sure that you’re okay.” She turns around, looking into the pair of blue eyes she knows so well. The pair belonging to the man she loves. When he sees her tear-stained face, Bucky sighs. “Oh, Y/N.” She holds out her arms, and without another word, Bucky climbs in beside her, wrapping his tattooed arms around her still shaking form.

He lets her cry into his chest for as long as she needs, rubbing her back and whispering comforting words into her ear. “It’s okay. He’s gone. We got rid of him.”

“I’m sorry.” She hiccups. Bucky looks down at her, frowning.

“Y/N, you have nothing to be sorry for.” Yet, she sniffles, nodding.

“I do. I care about you so much. You’re so kind to me, and I’d love to be with you. In all honesty, it’s all I’ve ever wanted. But I ruined everything between us because of him.”

“You haven’t ruined anything, sweetheart.” Bucky soothes. “You’ve been through a lot, and nobody would judge you for being wary about dating again.” He kisses her head, his stubble lightly grazing her skin. Y/N feels that same flutter in her stomach again, this time amplified. He finds her hand again, intertwining his calloused fingers with hers once more. He brings her hand to his lips, kissing it softly. “It’s going to be big and scary, but we can take things as slow as you want. All I want is for you to be happy and comfortable.” And as she looks back up at him, Y/N realises that he’s right. Maybe she shouldn’t be scared, and actually let herself be happy again, with someone like Bucky.

“Okay.” She nods. Bucky smiles, softly kissing her on the lips.

“How about I take you out tomorrow? Properly.”

“Where do you wanna go?” Bucky smiles, chuckling slightly.

“Well, we’re in New York, aren’t we? Like I said…I know a restaurant.”

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𝙤𝙣𝙚𝙨𝙝𝙤𝙩 𝙛𝙞𝙘 𝙧𝙚𝙘 : 𝙈𝙖𝙧𝙘𝙝

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a misunderstanding by @traitorjoelite (40s!bucky)

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bluehourbucky · 1 year

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the biting problem

pairing: rockstardad!bucky x f!reader

summary: how theo developed a liking to biting

a/n: I had so much fun writing this hope you enjoy!

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Bucky didn't know he could love someone more than you, but when he saw his son for the first time, he knew he would do anything for his baby boy.

Bucky loved being a first-time father, the not sleeping for a year didn't even matter to him when he got to wake up next to you.

"Doll look he smiled!" Bucky still after 2 years couldn't stop gushing over his sons little actions.

"Imma eat your toes! Imma eat them all. Nom nom." He says to his son and gently starts biting them, and Theo giggles and screams, making you laugh.

"NOOO. MA TOES MAMMAA!"

You come to help him, but instead, Bucky catches you and starts tickling you. After he's done torturing you and you're out of breath Bucky kisses you softly and then grabs Theo to put him to bed since it was getting late.

"Ouch."

"Is everything okay?" You yelled out from the living room hearing your husband.

"Theo you can't just bite people." Bucky picks up Theo in his arms and scolds him. Theo looks at his father confused, because why not?

"Don't."

Theo laughs and bites Buckys shoulder, hard.

"That hurts, baby. You can't bite that hard. Like this is okay when you're playing. Okay?" Bucky gently nibbles on Theo's slobbery fingers.

"Mmkay, dada." Theo nodds.

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Your phone rings and you pick up immediately seeing its the number of Theo's day care

"Hello. Is this miss Barnes?"

"Yes that's me. Is Theo okay?"

"He's okay. But, Theo bit two kids today. We need you or your husband to come in."

"We'll be there."

You quickly call Bucky and pick him up from the studio.

"Oh god. Why is he biting kids. He never did that before? Are we bad parents. I think it's my fault." Bucky rants nervously.

"Babe, we're not bad parents, and we'll talk to him. See what he was thinking. It's okay " You put your hand over Buckys thigh. Who would've thought this huge scary looking man could be so soft.

"No it's my fault because I always bite him when we're playing. This is all my fault."

Bucky is sweating so much, he wasn't even this nervous when the band played their first sold out show.

"Thank you for coming."

The meeting doesn't last that long, and when you're out of the day care, you three sit in the car.

"Well, that wasn't that bad." You say and look at Buckys scrunched up face, the one he makes when he's thinking very hard.

"Theo honey do you have anything to say?"

"Sowwy mommy, sowwy daddy." He looks down shamefully, he didn't think he was bad he was just playing.

"It's okay. Just please don't bite other kids okay? That's bad. Promise?" Bucky holds out his pinky finger waiting for Theo to do the same.

And he does.

"Good boy. I love you so much." Theo is pulled into Buckys chest and showered with kisses. He has him wrapped around his tiny finger.

"Love you trouble." You plant a kiss on top of Theo's head and drive home.

couple of months later

"Mmh, so pretty, my pretty doll." Bucky kisses you and squeezes your ass , you've been making out for last 15 minutes and he's been teasing you for even longer.

"Please, Bucky!" you beg and you suck a hickey on Buckys neck.

"MOMMA NO THAT'S BAD!" Theo screams and Bucky drops you from his hold. The kid was supposed to be asleep.

You and Bucky look at each other, luckly you're both dressed.

"What are you doing up trouble?" Bucky picks up his son and tickles his belly.

"Are you kay daddy? Mommy always bite your neck! You say it bad! But why I can no bite but mommy can?"

Ooohhh.

Bucky smirks and realises that it was you who Theo picked up biting from.

"That's right. I'm going to have to put her in time out uh?" Theo nodds proudly.

"And you too little guy you're up past your bed time." Theo looks at Bucky his eyes wide open.

"No I sleep now." He goes completely limp and starts snoring.

Bucky rolls his eyes and goes to tuck him in.

"Mommy was bad I think she deserves a punishment?" Bucky teases you and you roll your eyes.

"He picked this biting stuff from you! You're the one that biting me all the time." It's not like he's wrong, you might like to bite Bucky but it's not your fault, he just looks delicious all the time!

"He did not." you cross your arms, pouting.

"No? Well, so it's not you who bites me when we cuddle, when I cook, when I'm talking on the phone, or playing the guitar?"

You're stubborn so you shake your head a no.

"Lying is bad, doll. Gotta punish you for that too." Bucky picks you up, throws you over your shoulder and then gives your ass a slap.

There's only one person who no longer bites people and it's not you.

[the end]

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noctumbra · 2 years

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𝐬𝐮𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐦𝐨𝐝𝐞𝐥

summary ─ a photoshoot had led to an ice cream date where all the wrongs became rights, and you’ve seen bucky barnes’ unseen sides.

pairing ─ rockstar!bucky barnes x model!reader

warnings ─ smut, +18, flirting, kissing, texting, dumbass bucky lol, wall sex, mentions of an one night stand, asshole-ish behavior, pet names, dirty talk, bucky is a softie irl but he hides it, softness, language, come eating, oral sex (f receiving)

a/n ─ aight, as always i got inspired by måneskin’s latest single, and thought why not. so, here i am with another rockstar!bucky fic. all the mistakes are my own. hope you like it! please leave a comment if you do. thank youuu <33

songs mentioned in the fic are: mammamia and supermodel by måneskin

Flashing cameras, different color lights, cold air blowing fans, photographers yelling instructions… It was just another day at work. Nothing was different about it, maybe except for the guy sitting at the back of the room.

He had a black leather jacket and dark jeans on him. You could see his white sleeveless t-shirt and the thick lock-adorned necklace hanging on his gorgeous neck. He was clean shaven, a dark smudge of eyelines was making his already light blue eyes pop out even more. His lips were red and slick from all the licking he had been doing. The rings on his fingers were tapping against the glass he was holding his hand, a scotch sitting in it.

Whoever that was, he didn’t take his eyes off of you even once.

You didn’t know what to feel about the situation and him, but you were trying your hardest to ignore him. It had worked so far. Until one of the photographers around you called out to him and ordered him to take his position.

“What?” You asked, halting your moves. One of the other photographers yelled at you for stopping, but you waved a hand, your focus on the one who called the guy over.

“He’s your partner for this magazine shoot,” the photographer explained. “He’s the embodiment of rockstar and goth, don’t you think?” They winked at you, and you grimaced. “He fits the theme.” You frowned lightly. You knew you couldn’t say no or walk out, it would be against your contract.

Sighing, you turned your head to watch the guy walk towards you. He had a small cocky smile on his face as he greeted the people around. It seemed like he knew almost everyone you were working with. His cocky smile widened when it was your turn.

“Well,” he said. “It’s gonna be a lil’ awkward.” The cockiness in his smile lessened a little. “Bucky Barnes.”

Of course.

He was kind of sitting in the dark, or it seemed dark since you were covered with lights all around, so you couldn’t exactly see the details of his face. Now, he was right under the bright lights, and you knew that face. Fucking hell, you knew that fucking face.

“Barnes,” you greeted him coldly. “Hello.” You shook his head once and dropped it quickly. He muttered something under his breath. Turning to the photographers who were gaping at you, you gritted your teeth. “A heads up could be nice,” you seethed. “Can we get over this already?”

“Y-yeah, sure,” they agreed and yelled out instructions to get the lights re-adjusted. Steeling yourself, you followed the orders that were thrown at you with Bucky Barnes next to you.

You were professional throughout the whole photoshoot. You’ve done as you were told, posed and changed outfits as they saw fit, and thankfully, Barnes behaved. He did everything he was told, only touched you when he was ordered to and stayed quiet unless he was cracking jokes about going blind.

When the photoshoot ended, you joined the applauding that started and thanked everyone. You could feel him moving next to you, murmuring thanks here and there like you and shaking hands. You wanted to leave before he could get to you because you felt like he was going to try to approach you.

You weren’t a lucky person, so he caught up to you before you could sneak away. “Hey, wait!” You rolled your eyes at his voice and cursed at your feet when they stopped at his command.

“What?” You asked him, turning around harshly. He raised his hands on the air.

“Whoa, I’m not gonna attack you,” he said. “I just wanted to thank you. It was a great photoshoot.” You felt bad for snapping at him like that. “I had fun. So, thank you.” You nodded.

“Yeah,” you agreed. “It was nice. Thank you.” You gave him a forced little smile. “Now, please excuse me. I have to wash the make-up off my face.” He chuckled softly.

“Of course, don’t let me keep you,” he murmured, grinning lightly. You rolled your eyes and waved at him before leaving him where he was standing.

Bucky Barnes.

The motherfucking rockstar who kicked you out of his place in the middle of the night right after he was done fucking you. That bastard of a rockstar who had the balls to text you after the stunt he pulled and asked you if you wanted to meet up again.

He made you want to punch him in the face. It was hard to fight against the urge, but you were successful so far. You’ve managed to dodge him so far. When you saw him at the parties you were attending, you found yourself a spot where he couldn’t see you or bump into you. You were doing good at dodging him thing until this photoshoot. You were hoping that he would leave things at that and wouldn’t try anything.

You were wrong.

Oh, boy, were you wrong.

Your phone pinged when you were munching on your dinner, back at home and make-up free already. You grabbed it with your spoon hanging off your mouth. You growled when you saw that it was him who texted you.

satan’s asshole so today was good wanna hang out sometime? not like before no a date?

You grimaced. A date with him? Oh, fuck, no. You quickly typed ‘no’ and left it at that. You went back to your dinner, biting hard on the bread in your hand. You couldn’t believe that the guy was still trying after fucking up that bad. You shook your head, it had to be typical for men.

Just as you put your bowl and utensils in the sink, your phone pinged a couple of times again. You groaned, frustrated.

satan’s asshole aww c’mon one date is all i ask if you don’t like it i’ll stop i promise

You rolled your eyes. It always started like that; you’ve read enough romance novels to know that. It always started with that one date and almost all the time ended with marriage. Ugh. You couldn’t imagine being married to that douchebag.

me i said no. take a hint.

You locked your phone and turned on the do not disturb mode. Grabbing the remote, you zapped through channels. Unintentionally, you stopped at a music channel where one of the songs of Barnes’ band was playing. If you had to be honest, they were good. They were a good kind of rock band, the kind that you liked because the songs got you motivated to do chores or dance or workout, sometimes.

Your head started to move along with the beat, eyes locked on Barnes who was playing the drums.

Way back in high school, when she was a good Christian, I used to know her, but she's got a new best friend.

You hummed the lyrics with the vocalist, Steve, you assumed his name, and found out that it was a very catchy song that was going to stuck in your head for a while. You sighed. Might as well, you thought and turned the volume up.

If you wanna love her, just deal with that, She'll never love you, you just look a bit like her dad, Every night's a heartbreak.

You chuckled at the lyrics. For some reason, Barnes popping up your head when Steve sang ‘you just look a bit like her dad’. Still chuckling to yourself and bobbing your head according to the beat, your eyes found your phone, noticing that it was going off. You grabbed it, knowing full well that it was Barnes pushing his luck.

satan’s asshole but i’m already outside :( come oooonnn just one tiny date we’ll have ice cream and walk around a bit then i’ll walk you back home and you’ll decide if u wanna see me again pretty pls??? one (1) date (sent 22:08) i can hear you playing our songgg :D i’ll sneak you into the studio c’mon you can have fun with the guys you gotta go out a second date with me for that tho *finger guns*

You scoffed. He was fucking outside. You wanted to smack him on the face so bad that it was getting harder to fight the urge to just go and do that.

me if you can get me a real date with wilson i’ll go out with u

You giggled to yourself. You seriously wouldn’t say no to a date with Wilson, but you knew Barnes was going to find that annoying because he and Wilson couldn’t get along well, even though everyone knew it wasn’t true and they were playing around. You saw him typing and giggled again, singing the song loudly enough for him to hear it.

Hey, don't think about it, hey, just let it go 'Cause her boyfriend is the rock 'n' roll (Hey) Savor every moment till she has to go 'Cause her boyfriend is the rock 'n' roll

satan’s asshole not wilson dude c’mon i’ll hand u over rogers but not wilson

You laughed. Typing a ‘lol’ and sending it to him, you danced a little.

satan’s asshole u good with rogers? pls say yes

Shaking your head, you smiled.

me he’s gay, barnes

satan’s asshole exactly!!!!!

You snorted. You whooped at the new song come up. It was still Barnes’ band, Commandos, and one of their recent ones, you assumed. You started dancing a lot more and sang along because you actually knew the lyrics of this one.

I feel the heat, uh, I feel the beat of drums Call the police, I'll do it, they've stolen all my fun I'm breaking free, but I'm stuck in the police car Oh, mamma mia, ma-ma-mamma mia, ah

satan’s asshole baby c’mon at least lemme come inside so that we can sing and dance together

You sighed deeply.

me why would i invite you? you kicked me out in the middle of the night

You saw typing and stopping for a couple times. You scoffed and locked your phone, continuing your dance. Then, you heard a knock on the door. You knew it was him, and you debated that whether you should answer the door or not. You heard another knock and sighed deeply.

“Why am I doing this to myself,” you grumbled under your breath and went to answer the door.

He was standing and filling the entrance of your door. He was adorned with leather jacket, chains, and his eyeliner was still on his face. His eyes were shining, chest moving fast with his erratic breathing.

“I was an asshole when I did that,” he said before you could say anything. You frowned. “When I kicked you out,” he clarified. You rolled your eyes.

“You’re always an asshole, Barnes,” you murmured. He pouted for a second, a thoughtful expression took over his face, and he nodded.

“Um, yeah, fair. I am.” You raised an eyebrow. He shrugged. “I get hurt less if I act like an asshole.” You narrowed your eyes. “I’m sorry.” His eyes widened, and suddenly, he was looking at you like a puppy who did something wrong.

“Uh-oh,” you whispered.

“I’m sorry. Can I make it up by taking you out on a date?” He asked you with a soft voice. Their song was playing on the background, but the guy who was playing the drums in the music video had nothing to do with the man in front of you.

“Um,” you said intelligently.

“Please?” He took a step inside. He was so close that you could smell his cologne. It was something fresh but also a bit woodsy; whatever it was, it was incredibly manly. You hummed at the scent. “One date.” You licked your lips, biting down on your bottom one. “If you don’t like me, then I’ll happily hand you over Rogers and you guys will become besties.” You snorted.

“For the last time, he’s gay, Barnes,” you said. “You’re his best friend, you probably knew when he had his sexual awakening!” Bucky nodded.

“Yeah, it was when we watched Fight Club,” he said nonchalantly. You laughed. “He thought bloody Brad Pitt was the hottest person on earth.” He shrugged. “He wasn’t wrong.” You raised your eyebrows. He grinned and winked at you. “Come on! We’ll have fun. I promise.”

You groaned to yourself for what you were about to do. “Fine.” Bucky whooped. “One date. Act like an asshole, I’ll set you on fire and walk away.”

“Okay,” he nodded seriously. You shook your head.

“Gimme twenty,” you told him, inviting him inside. Bucky nodded again and walked inside your living room, dropping himself bodily on your plush couch. “Ice cream date, you said, right?”

“Yeah,” he agreed. “Unless you have another idea?” He looked at you with his brows raised. You shook your head. “Okay.”

“Twenty,” you told him and disappeared into the depth of your house, wondering if you did the mistake of your life.

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Alright.

The date had gone better than you expected it to. You honestly were expecting to be clowned, but instead, you had the time of your life. Bucky was way funnier than you thought he was, and in reality, he wasn’t as much of an asshole as he painted himself to the media. You kind of understood why he was showing himself like that, social media and people could be very judge-y and cruel behind their screens and Bucky painting himself as an asshole meant that they couldn’t make him a bad guy when he already was one.

This ice cream date had shown you a lot of things that you didn’t know about Bucky, and honestly you were glad that he trusted you enough to show you his dumbass sides.

“Okay, what are you gonna name ‘im?” He asked, pointing at the big, purple teddy bear he won for you. You came across to a fair while walking with your ice creams in hand, and Bucky dragged you there with his puppy eyes. It was a very colorful and crowded fair, and Bucky promised you that he was going to win you a teddy bear so that you’d remember him when he wasn’t around, and he kept his promise.

“Binky,” you answered him. Bucky’s face fell, and you grinned. “His name is Binky Bear.” He rolled his eyes and grumbled something under his breath. You giggled. “What, didn’t you win this bear for me so that I’ll remember you? Then, his name is gonna be Binky. Suck it.”

He rolled his eyes again, but this time fondly. You chuckled. Bucky threw his right arm around your shoulder gently, and you took him up on his silent offer, snuggling against him while hugging your bear.

“Time to go home?” He asked you as you exited the fair. You nodded. “Alright,” he said and pulled his arm back only to extend his hand to you. You took it, holding onto his large and warm hand tightly, you let him herd you to your place. The walk was nice. The silence didn’t bother you, and it wasn’t an awkward one either. You inhaled the crisp night air deeply, closing your eyes briefly, and tightened your hold on Bucky’s hand. His thumb stroked your knuckle. You smiled.

“I had fun,” you admitted when you reached your place. Bucky hummed. “You can be a sweetheart when you want to,” you added and grinned. Bucky wiggled his eyebrows.

“I told you. I only act like an asshole to protect myself,” he said. You nodded. Without saying anything, you turned around and unlocked the door, opening it, you placed the huge bear somewhere you weren’t going to trip in the morning. Bucky cleared his throat.

“So, shall I hand you over Rogers, or…?” He asked hesitantly, anxiously waiting for you to answer. You turned towards him, pulling him inside from his jacket collars, you slammed your mouth on his. Bucky moaned at the contact, but it didn’t take him long to grip your waist tightly and pull your body against his. Humming, you let him manhandle your body. Bucky walked inside and slammed your back against the wall next to your door. With one strong kick of his powerful leg, the door closed behind you, and Bucky bent slightly to hoist you up.

“You really wanna─” You pulled on his hair to shut him up.

“If you say one more word, I’m kickin’ you out,” you threatened him with a low voice. He made a show of shutting up and went back to kissing the daylight out of you.

You moaned softly as you got his soft and plush lips back onto yours. The way he kissed you was both soft and aggressive, passionate and hungry, and there was also something in it that you really wanted to call possessiveness, but you hadn’t dared to step into that territory yet. Your free hand roamed over his leather jacket clad back, feeling the muscles under all the layers move, you hummed again.

“Off,” you grumbled when you pulled back for oxygen. He pushed his hips against yours, pining you on the wall, as he ripped his jacket off of his body along with his t-shirt. You bit your lip as you took in his tattoo-covered muscled body, dog tags and chains hanging off his neck and his nipple piercings winking at you whenever light hit them. You whined. Not holding back, you ran your slightly long nails on his chest, digging them into the flesh a bit. Bucky groaned throatily. He grabbed your wrists in his large palms and pined them against the wall by your head.

“You,” he grumbled, leaning in and plastering his bare chest against your clothed one. “You are driving me crazy.” You whimpered gently and stuck your tongue out to lick the side of his jaw. Bucky shuddered. In return, he bit your earlobe. “You gonna have options,” he said.

You huffed. “Thought I shut you up,” you grumbled. He sent you a cocky smirk. Rolling your eyes, you raised a brow.

“I’ll either fuck you here quick and messy or,” he murmured. His eyes locked onto yours, effectively causing you to stop breathing. “I’ll stop and carry you to your bed, tease you until you can’t take it and maybe I’ll fuck you.” You frowned. Both of the options sounded so damn good.

“Both?” you said, and Bucky chuckled.

“Eager much?” He asked back. You huffed again. “No, pick one.” You bit your lip as you thought about it. You wanted him to take you fast and hard, but also wanted him to tease you because you loved it when he teased you. Ugh.

“If I pick option one,” you said. “You’re gonna make me go on a second date to give me the option two, aren’t you?” You asked him, realizing his game. He wiggled his eyebrows and winked. “Asshole,” you grumbled. He bit your neck hard as a reply. You moaned. “Fine, quick and messy. Better wine and dine me on that second date, though,” you warned him.

“Ma’am, yes, ma’am,” he muttered, and your world turned upside down.

The coldness of the wall was against your cheek. Your hands were resting on the wall without his palms around your wrists, legs spread, chest was also plastered on the wall. You gasped when you felt his bare chest against your back. You have never felt so happy that you wore a dress this much before, and apparently Bucky was feeling the same happiness.

“Your legs, hm,” he hummed. “Wanna bite every inch of them, wanna leave marks on them, want them around my neck, over my shoulders…” You moaned, high and desperate. His rough fingers slid under your dress and slipped the panties you had on off your body. He stuffed them in his back pocket and pulled out a condom. “You get me so hard, baby,” he said. You shivered. He pushed his clothed hips against your now bare bottom. You gasped when you felt his hard cock tenting his jeans.

“Bucky,” you whimpered. He shushed you gently and took himself out of his confines. You ground your hips against his, causing your bare core to grind over his bare cock. Bucky groaned and cursed, throwing his head back for a moment to savor the feeling.

“Quick and messy was your pick,” he rasped. His fingers ripped the condom package off and put it on his cock, giving himself a couple strokes to take the edge a bit. “And it’s gonna be what you get.” He kissed you soundly by turning your face towards his with a large hand grasping your jaw. You panted against his lips as he entered behind you.

Both of you moaned and gasped loudly, you because of the stretch and Bucky because of the tightness around his cock. He murmured unintelligently to himself, licking his lips madly and biting on them. You moaned and whined, cheek smushed against the wall, and grasped his ass. You snarled when you felt his jeans covering it.

“Off,” you snarled again, nails digging into the fabric of his jeans. Bucky cursed and pulled out. His fingers made a quick work of getting his pants down, and he was inside you once again. You sighed deeply at the feeling of him in you. You placed your hands on his ass cheeks, digging your nails lightly as you prompted him to move.

“Yeah, right, okay, fuck,” he murmured and started to move in and out of you.

The pace was slow at first; he was still a bit concerned about you not adjusting his girth, but it quickened without losing a beat because you felt so fucking good around him. You were so wet that Bucky could hear the squelching sound your pussy made each time he pulled out and pushed back in. He cursed. Bucky bit your shoulder lightly as he snarled and picked up the pace.

It was like he offered you: Quick and messy. With a hint of desperation.

The squelching sounds, skin slapping against skin and obscene moans and whimpers… Everything was too much and not enough at the same time, and you could feel your orgasm approaching you rapidly. Your mouth dropped open only to get stuffed with Bucky’s thick and long fingers. You sucked on them, vaguely tasting the metal of his rings. Bucky groaned out a curse behind you.

“Shit,” he said. “Shit, baby─” He cut himself off for a louder groan climbed out of his throat. You felt your body burn, like you were left in the middle of angry flames, and let out a tiny yelp when Bucky pulled his fingers out of your mouth and grasped your hips to move you faster on his cock. “Clench,” he ordered. You shuddered and obeyed him without losing a second.

The moan Bucky let out was out right pornographic and obscene, and oh boy, did it make you come on the spot.

“Fuuck,” Bucky growled as he felt you twitching around him. He thrusted in you once, twice and three time before he pulled out and got rid of the condom. You could hear the soft sounds he let out and his cock made as he jerked off. You felt the warm stripes of his come on your lower back and hummed, lightly shaking your ass. Bucky slapped at one cheek lazily, digging his fingers into the softness of it. You sighed contently. “Damn,” he whispered.

You chuckled as you looked at him over your shoulder. Backing yourself up against his bare and most-likely-sensitive cock, you ground on his gently for a couple times. Bucky groaned.

“Can’t,” he rasped. “Sensitive,” he added. Then, he sent you a filthy smirk filled with promises, and you frowned questioningly. He dropped on his knees, parted your cheeks and licked a stripe over your folds, cleaning your juices with his tongue.

“Oh, fuck!” You exclaimed, one hand flying on his head, burying itself into his hair. You pushed against his face as Bucky grasped your ass cheeks and parted them wider. His tongue slipped inside you, still wet, and licked and licked and licked until you came on his tongue with a scream trapped in your throat. Bucky, then, kissed his way up to your lower back where his come sat and cleaned them with his tongue, too, humming at the taste of his own semen.

“What the fuck,” you panted, eyes wide open as you watched him push a semen into his mouth. He smirked.

“Rogers wasn’t the only one who had his sexual awakening while watching Fight Club,” he murmured, shrugging. You blinked. “Brad Pitt is everyone’s sexuality, I guess,” he added and chuckled. “Don’t look so shocked. I had boyfriends before, I’m sure you’ve seen the tabloids.”

Come to think of it, you had.

You saw the tabloid of him walking hand-in-hand with a blonde, big dude; there were pictures of them kissing and laughing and enjoying each other’s company on dates. There was also a big, black guy where Bucky had taken him quite a few awards shows as his plus one.

Bucky smirked at your face, knowing that you were remembering all those tabloids he was talking about. “Yeah,” he said. “Thor and M’Baku.” He, then, sighed. “We had good times.” He winked at you. You rolled your eyes at what he implied and pushed yourself off the wall. Bucky stood and pulled his pants up at the same time. He leaned in to kiss you and chuckled dirtily when you didn’t flinch back.

The next few minutes after the kiss went with him putting his shirt and jacket on and doing his pants and grabbing his belt from the ground. You made out lazily, gentle chuckles and wide grins, Bucky pulled back after a while, leaving you with tingling lips.

“So, second date?” He asked. His blue eyes were shining with amusement and happiness. You ignored the flames licked your face and nodded.

“Sure,” you agreed. “Wined and dined, remember.” He hummed.

“Some place fancy?” He raised a brow. You nodded again. Bucky smiled widely at you and shook his head. “And here you were, saying no to me this evening.” You rolled your eyes and opened your door, pushing him outside. He giggled. “Alright, alright,” he said. Then, he turned around and swept you up into another kiss, stealing your breath away.

“I’ll text you!” Bucky exclaimed as he ran to his car, an old Mustang.

“You better!” You yelled at him back. He sent you a wink and got in his car, revving the engine and making it roar for you. With a tiny horn sound, he took off. You closed your door and locked it.

Holy shit, you thought. Second date with Bucky Barnes. You blinked and laughed. I must have hit my head somewhere while I was dancing today. You shook your head to yourself and let your feet carry you to your bedroom while singing their song you listened to today.

Hey, don't think about it, hey, just let it go 'Cause her boyfriend is the rock 'n' roll (Hey) Savor every moment till she has to go 'Cause her boyfriend is the rock 'n' roll

Just as you got into your bathroom, your phone pinged with a notification, but you didn’t hear it.

satan’s sweetheart i told binky to look after you sweet dreams gorgeous (sent 3:24)

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Meet the Barnes twins;

James Barnes — CEO, kind, handsome, family oriented, responsible, cautious.

Bucky Barnes — Rockstar, bad boy, sexy, player, reckless, adventurous.

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pov: your camera roll if you were on tour with rockstar!boyfriend!bucky

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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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