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face the music (chapter 3)

Music College Marvel AU - Chapter 3

!frat!musician!bucky x !frat!musician!steve x !musician!femreader

Warnings: angst, mentions choking, swearing, implications of previous abuse, ptsd, fluff

Word Count: 4.9k

A/N: i got carried away ahaha. also i dont know anything about music or music lingo so pls don't kill me (maybe im an idiot for making a MUSIC SCHOOL AU with no knowledge on music beyond 'hey that song sounds cool lmao) anyway it's gonna start getting fluff n fun soon k bye. not proof read

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Lunch felt shorter than usual, you could only assume it was the dread making you feel that way. You felt a little better after getting some food into your body, less shaky and more ready to get the day over and done with. You lingered in the hallway outside the class, mentally preparing yourself to enter. Through the small window in the door, you could tell they were setting up for the impromptu performances. One of the A’s must've insisted on a livestream, you could see Scott and Clint fiddling around with a camera.

The College was very big about its online presence. With the rise of social media and the influencer, it was only natural for the aspiring musicians to get an early taste of fame. Teenagers and adults tuned in around the world to see their live streams, to get a glimpse of the next rockstar before they made it big. You had mainly stayed out of that world, being a classical pianist people tended to not glance your way a second time. You had been on live streams before, most of your assignments were uploaded online somewhere. People weren’t particularly interested in classical pianists though, most of their attention turned to Group A’s future rockstars. It had only been when you had stepped onto that stage to sing as Sharon’s replacement that it felt like the world finally looked back at you.

You wondered if your mother would be proud. Or disappointed. Your entire childhood had been about singing, the opera, making you into a mini-copy of her. After her death… you were repulsed by it. You fell in love with the piano and never looked back. You didn’t want to be her. You didn’t want to be that corpse. Your father had understood, supported you throughout. A part of you was torn, you had the capabilities to sing… but did you really want to? Your scholarship was for the piano. The Annual Showing, it had been funny at the time. But now with bruises, angry stares and your own sanity on the line? You wanted to fall back to your piano, let the soft notes and tapping of the keys lull you away from all of this. It would be easier that way, to just slip back into the shadows.

“You didn’t wait.” A deep voice broke your brooding.

“Huh?” You ask, looking over to see Bucky and Steve in the hallway next to you. They must’ve returned from lunch late too. You hated that a small part of you felt happy that Bucky was talking to you. You hated that you actually enjoyed his attention.

“At the party. You didn’t wait.” Bucky explains, crossing his arms over his chest. You have to hold back a gulp at the sight of the metal bulging against his shirt. You don’t even reply, instead sucking in a breath and shrugging your shoulders at the two of them. You didn’t know if you could trust yourself to speak in this state. The party, Starks office… god it had done a number on your brain. You were surprised they weren’t repulsed by you because you had embarrassingly shutdown and ran out of that office this morning. Though, something in your stomach told you they didn’t blame you. Steve had stepped in to defend you when Stark had accused you of provoking John. Steve looks between you and Bucky before speaking up. There was a soft guilt in his eyes when he caught your gaze. Your throat felt dry.

“Look. We’re sorry about what happened.” Steve offers. Swallowing thickly, you arch an eyebrow. Maybe you had mistaken their pity for kindness.

“Why are you apologizing? It’s not like you were the one that-” You start with a confused tone but Bucky cuts you off.

“We sent him over.”

Silence washes over the hallway as you feel shock roll over your body. Steve looks over at Bucky with an irritated expression, like Bucky wasn’t supposed to say that. John hadn’t approached you because he was idiotic and drunk, but because he had been asked to? You had spent the whole weekend stewing over that, why you, why had he chosen you? You had fallen back into that pit of blaming yourself all weekend, anxiety eating away at your core. You had blamed yourself for Loki’s beating, for winning the Annual Showing. It was like those years ago where everything was your fault no matter how hard you tried. Both Bucky and Steve wear guilty expressions as you speak up.

“You sent John over. To do that?” You keep your voice steady, but once again you can feel yourself spiraling. You didn’t know if you were more upset with them or yourself. You had let yourself become consumed by guilt, let yourself slip back into that state of mind where you were always at fault. Maybe if you had been stronger, less damaged, less you… maybe then you wouldn’t be feeling like this. He had told you time again how weak and pathetic you were. You had thought you were doing better, and all it had taken was one nudge and you fell back into that mindset.

“Listen. Just a few of us thought it would be funny to rile up John and send him your way. Like scare you or whatever… we didn’t think he would do that.” Steve gestures at your bruised neck. You don’t know if you’re there listening or floating outside of your body. They couldn’t have known, wouldn’t have… but it still didn’t make it any better. They had meant to humiliate you, they had wanted to tear you down. You realize you’ve been staring at the wall in silence for a long moment. You were sick of feeling sorry for yourself, sick of crying and hiding. You were sick of the nightmares, the spiral this weekend had sent you on. You were sick of being weak because of your past. Your eyes meet Bucky’s, his brows furrowed as he recognised the anger crossing your face.

“You…What the fuck is wrong with you?” You snap. You can’t believe that earlier you had felt bad that they had been dragged to Stark’s office. You can’t believe you felt guilty that you had made them split up that fight. They had started this, they had caused these problems and feelings. The anxiety in your stomach slowly began to boil into rage as you took in the two of them, looking down guiltily like some dogs who had been caught doing something they weren’t supposed to. They had hurt you, someone they had never bothered to get to know, and expected you to forgive them because they felt bad?

“Look,” Steve says with a sigh, running a hand through his hair. “We just thought it would be a harmless prank, to scare you a bit. We didn’t mean anything by it-”

“What the fuck did I do to you? Why do I deserve to be screamed at and embarrassed for your entertainment?” You spit. Everything dawned on you at that moment. That’s why none of them had lifted a finger to help you at first. They had wanted it to happen, they had wanted you to be scared. They had wanted to scare you, to laugh at you. They had wanted you to feel small and weak, beneath them.

“After he grabbed your throat we stepped in, we didn’t think he was going to do that.”

“What about with Loki? Were you just going to sit back and watch him get beat to death?” Both of them looked surprised at that comment, almost like they had completely forgotten you weren’t the only victim, or the only one who needed an apology.

“To be fair, Loki is an asshole-”

“Fuck you.” You seeth, moving to open the door to the classroom when Steve blocks your way. You flinch back, not wanting to be so close to him. Any feelings of butterflies or school girl crushes had left your body, replaced with a burning fire of resentment and fear. You hated that even in your outrage you were still afraid, still scared of what Steve and Bucky could be capable of if they returned your fury.

“We were drunk and angry. We’re sorry. It was fucked up of us. We were just caught up on how you guys cheated and not how dangerous it could be. We just thought… I don’t know. Scott didn’t tell us about-”

“Steve,” Bucky speaks up, voice low with a tone of warning. He had taken a step away from you, as if he had noticed the way you flinched away.

“Wow,” You say with a bitter laugh. You can feel your composure beginning to break, wringing your fingers together. Of course, of course they believe you cheated. “You’re really so stuck in that privileged rich boy persona, aren’t you? That just because I’m on scholarship means I must’ve fucked someone not because I have talent-”

“What?” Steve and Bucky say in unison, you take a step back, confused.

“That’s what John said. Said that I must’ve slept with someone-” You begin to explain.

“What? No! We didn’t say you cheated like that - jesus.” Steve said, with a look of horror. He looks over to Bucky, who was running his human hand over his face, his metal one clenched into a fist.

“John said that to you? What a fucking psycho-” Bucky mutters under his breath. You can only give the two of them another confused look.

“Wait - what did you think happened then? Why are you going around saying we cheated?” You ask. The two of them just look at each other, Bucky shakes his head as if warning Steve to shut up.

“We were saying that you must’ve cheated because you can’t sing! It had to be a recording of Sharon that was altered to hit the notes she can’t.” Steve says. You feel yourself laughing bitterly before you can process it. All these cruel words and violence, because someone started a rumor that you couldn’t sing? You have to calm yourself before you can speak, Steve is looking at you like you’ve gone mad, while Bucky looks like he’s ready to give up and walk away.

“What the fuck are you talking about?”

“I mean… Come on darling. You’re a pianist, you got into this college for piano. You’ve never sung here before - you just expected us to just believe you? Sharon’s a trained singer and even she can’t hit those notes.”

You ignore the clench in your gut at the word darling. Fucking blond bastard making you feel things other than anger. You can feel another laugh bubbling in your chest. All you can do is shake your head in disbelief. If they had just asked you - had ever bothered to try and interact with you, they would’ve known you could sing. Your entire class knew you were originally a singer, they had heard you sing before. You had never used your voice for assignments because you were a pianist and you didn’t want to step on Sharon’s toes.

“So you… still think we cheated? You do realize I am about to sing right now? For this stupid performance thing? Which is entirely your fault by the way - if you had just asked, you’d know that I am, well, I used to be a singer?” You say. Bucky laughs - he actually laughs at this interaction. Steve has a mortified expression.

“I believed you. And Scott did too. Those idiots are just sore losers,” Bucky chuckles as Steve rubs his face with an annoyed expression. All you can do is just roll your eyes.

“I don’t care if you believed me or not. You’re both assholes.” you say, stepping towards the door. Bucky pulls Steve away so you can reach for the handle without having to touch him. You can see Steve opening his mouth to say something but you cut in before he can.

“And for the record, I don’t forgive you.”

Throughout every performance you were boiling with rage. You had hoped that by the time it was your group's turn to take the stage, that you would’ve calmed down. One look at Natasha’s sneering face had sent you back into seeing only red. All afternoon you had heard them snickering about how you were going to make a fool of yourself, that Group B would expose themselves for cheating (in front of not only Group A - but an entire livestreamed audience).

While setting up the microphone next to the piano, Peter sends you a look of concern.

“You gonna okay hitting some of these notes? Not that I doubt your ability - just that you did nearly get choked to death a couple days ago.” He says, adjusting the height of the microphone stand so the microphone sits at mouth level. You muster a comforting smile despite the anger coursing through your veins.

“It’ll be fine. I got this.” You say quietly, taking your seat in front of the piano. Peter just nods and retreats to the drum set, Yelena and Kate fumbling around with the violin and cello. Your back was mainly turned away from the camera. If you looked in the corner of your eye, you could see the couches where most of Group A were seated. You were kind of grateful for that - you wanted to see their gobsmacked expressions when you hit every note. Sharon was practically bouncing where she stood. Before her solo, you had managed to explain your heated conversation with Steve and Bucky in the hallway. You were thankful that she was as excited as you were to show Group A what fools they were. The song you were performing was a jazz cover, thankfully due to your past singing opera you could quite easily slip into most styles of singing with some practice. Luckily, you had plenty of practice thanks to Sharon. When the jazz assignments were due, you had spent many hours helping Sharon with her notes, or stepping in as singer for the rest of the class if Sharon was busy.

You only had to wait a few more moments before the others motioned that they were ready. You ignored the grins dripping with malice coming from Group A, the snorts and laughs. You put your attention on the black and white keys in front of you. With a sharp exhale, you press your fingers into the keys, starting the song. You always played better when you were angry, or when you were playing for revenge. As you moved, fingers gracefully navigating the keys you could feel the rage pouring out of you into the music. Peter fell in on the drums, and then so did the violin and cello. You had to suppress a smile as it was your cue to start singing.

The start of the song was slow, basic notes to hit that weren’t too hard. You could hear Natasha scoff and turn to Wanda.

“Anyone could hit those notes, so what, she can sing the basics? Doesn’t prove anything.”

You had to zone out Wanda’s reply, instead focusing all your energy into keeping your voice and fingers steady. The one thing you could always guarantee was that when you were in this state of mind, you played like a fucking god. You could see Bucky and Scott grinning as you rocked in time with the music, body moving along each time you pressed the piano’s pedals.

By the time the first higher note came, you were completely absorbed by the music. You barely even noticed how Natasha’s smile began to drop, the way Sam slapped Steve’s back with a laugh. Your focus was entirely on that note, controlling your breath to sing it out perfectly as your fingers worked along the keys.

Sharon was grinning from ear to ear, Kate just gaping at you, completely ignoring the sheet music as she pulled her violins bow back and forth. The song slowed again for a brief moment, before Peter came back in with the drums. The finale was why he had been worried about your injured throat, this is where you would show Group A how well you could hit those harder notes. You could’ve hit them even better if you were standing, but your loyalties would always lie with your piano.

Steve looked like he wanted to jump into a hole in the floor, as the realisation dawned on him that not only could you sing (and well) but he had entirely fucked up by questioning you. You could imagine he was holding onto the hope that you had been bluffing, that he wouldn’t have to feel as guilty about what had happened at the party. Natasha was scowling, punching Clint as he twirled in time with the music as you hit note after note. Bucky was just smirking, leaning back in his chair as he watched your fingers work tirelessly. That feeling was back in your gut, that flutter. For how much of an asshole Bucky and Steve had been, why did the idea of impressing them motivate you?

“Dude! I told you she was trained in singing opera!” You heard Scott boast as you hit one of the longer notes, controlling your breath perfectly until the end. The song finally faded out along with your last note. The room erupted into cheers and clapping, with the exception being a sour-faced Natasha. All you could manage was a smile as you resisted the strong urge to catch Bucky or Steve’s eyes with your own.

After Sharon had spent a good ten minutes gushing about how you had killed it with the vocals, life had moved on. A few of Group A sent you sheepish smiles - a peace offering. You had tried to ignore it, claiming yourself a couch in the back to watch the last of the performances.

Scott had come over at one point, planting a sloppy kiss to your hairline while you squealed in protest. Natasha had sent you a dirty look for that, telling the two of you to shut up. Scott ignored her, flopping over the couch, nearly landing on your legs as you slapped his shoulder.

“I have a present for you…” He said in a quiet sign-song voice, grabbing your legs by the knees and placing them over his lap. You rolled your eyes, grinning, so much for brooding in peace.

“Oh yeah?” You said with a quiet giggle, relaxing further into the couch. You and Scott had been friends awhile, smoking buddies. Much like with Loki, you were rather relaxed with touching or cuddling. The two of you had too many deep conversations while high to shy away from each other, if anything Scott probably knew about as much as your therapist. You had told him all about your mother, how her death had changed things… him and everything that had happened. He had returned the favor, telling you private things about his own life that not many others had the pleasure of knowing.

Scott leaned in close to your ear, whispering for you to reach into his pocket. Inside was a baggie, a pre-rolled blunt inside. You gasp, slapping him on the shoulder.

“Oh my god Scott, don’t show that on stream or Stark will be pissed!” You hiss, shoving the baggie back in. Scott just wheezed a laugh in response, letting you shove him back to his side of the couch. As you stuck your tongue out at him, you couldn’t help but notice the way Steve and Bucky were watching the two of you. Both of them looked on edge, jaws and arms tensed. Were they… jealous?

“Look at this,” Scott laughed from beside you, shoving his phone into your face. Your eyes turned away from the two brooding men as you bit back a laugh and rolled your eyes.

“Are you laughing at memes… about you?” You ask, handing him the phone back. Scott was rather infamous for having a small subreddit dedicated to making memes about him. He checked and interacted with it religiously. That would be if you could consider anything about Scott religious.

“Hey! Just because you don’t have any fans!” Scott protested, waving his phone about. You could practically feel Natasha’s scowl on the two of you from across the room. Maybe you’d have to put getting your teeth punched out of your head back on your list of worries.

“Yours just make fun of you!” You protest, gently kicking his thigh with your foot. He just grins at you. Leaning back, he looks up at the ceiling dreamily.

“I know! It’s great!” He laughs, bouncing his knee underneath where your legs are thrown over his lap.

You snort and roll your eyes, unlocking your own phone. You try to keep still as Scott jolts the entire couch with his bouncing. The last performance had ended, Sam and Clint working on turning off the livestream as the room suddenly moved into groups. You knew during the performances that people had started calling dibs, you hadn’t really cared to interact or include yourself in anything. You guessed you would end up with Scott, Sharon, Peter and maybe MJ. If anything you were leaving it up to fate, hoping you’d end up with either a group that was interesting or with people you liked.

“Scott!” Sharon’s voice rang out, motioning the man over. Sliding his phone into his pocket, he pulls himself up from the couch. You let out another squeal as he goes in for a kiss on the cheek, pushing your foot into his stomach to send him away. Natasha was going to fucking kill you.

“Bye Scotty,” You say in a sing-song voice, mocking his voice from earlier. He just shakes his head at you, running his hand through his hair as he looks between you and where Sharon is waiting.

“Are you free after this? This baby won’t smoke itself,” He asks, patting his pocket. You grin up at him, snuggling yourself deeper into the couch now that you have it all to yourself.

“Oh, are we sharing now? I thought it was a present for me.” You say, fidgeting with the neckline of your sweater.

“Scott!” Sharon shouts from somewhere across the room. Scott cringes, before leaning over and shaking his finger in your face.

“We’ll finish this conversation later,” Scott says, before reluctantly crossing the room towards Sharon. She scolds him, before giving in as he wraps her into a hug. You bite your tongue to hold back your laugh, flicking your attention down to your phone as you lounge on the couch. Your peace is short lived, though.

“Siren.” your eyes shoot up from your phone with a scowl, above you stands Bucky, a smirk across his lips. You subconsciously squeeze your thighs together, drinking in his expression. You’re still pissed at him - and Steve - but you can’t help but enjoy the attention from the brunette.

“Why do you keep calling me that?” You ask, pulling your feet off the couch as Sam crashes onto the other side with a huff. You flinch a bit at that, having not expected to be sitting so closely to a wall of muscle. Their frat house was obsessed with the gym (all except Scott) so they were all ridiculously muscled. You see Bucky’s smirk falter a bit at your flinch, eyes darting over to Sam who seemingly got the message and scoots further over.

“Barnes has a thing for beautiful women who can sing and also eat a man whole,” Sam says. You fein disgust at that comment, shoving yourself deeper into the corner of the couch to get some distance between you and Sam. That feeling is in your gut again - no, it was lower - what had Bucky said about you to Sam to warrant you being called beautiful?

“Shut it Wilson,” Bucky growls, to which Sam puts his hands up in fake-surrender with a laugh. “You’re in our group, Siren.”

You pause for a second, noticing how Steve approaches as well. Bucky a drummer, Sam a bassist, Steve a guitarist… and you? Your eyes snap up to Bucky’s. You had to silently remind yourself that you were supposed to be mad at them, that they had fucked up. It was hard when Bucky’s expression softened as he watched you.

“What?” You ask, pinching your thigh through your jeans. You had to focus, stop falling into dreamy ideas at just a look from either Bucky or Steve.

“We called dibs. And I mean, you didn’t really involve yourself in the conversation… you were too busy cuddling Scott.” You swear you can hear a bitterness in Bucky’s tone at the mention of Scott. You snort, crossing your arms over your chest. Steve is watching you carefully, wetting his lips. You try to ignore it, instead digging your nails into your arm through your sweater.

“I’m a pianist. A classical pianist, and you’re what? Wannabe rockstars? How is that going to work?” You point out with a small laugh. Bucky tilts his head at you, standing above you like that he looks so…

“You’re also a singer? As much as Stevie here hates to be wrong-” Steve groans at that as Bucky claps him on the back, “Opera at that, you can sing pretty much anything with a bit of guidance.”

You chew on your lip at that, uncrossing your arms to rest your palms on your thighs, glancing between the three men. Of course they would want to be paired with you, not like they had already tormented you enough? You could imagine it was out of guilt, somehow convincing themselves that if you got good grades for this assignment it would be payment for all they had done. In any other situation they wouldn’t have been interested in you, probably wouldn’t have even known you existed

“What if I say no?” You ask. You could easily argue that you were too traumatized from the incident to do this assignment. You would get away easily, the boys? Well they would be fucked, scrambling to find someone from Group B to put up with their shit.

“Then deal with Stark. I don’t care. Listen, we know this is our fault. We’ll keep apologizing and somehow make it up to you. Just be our vocals for this assignment?” Bucky says, a slight begging tone to his voice. You roll your teeth over your bottom lip. You don’t know what would be better - to completely fuck them over, or go along with it and watch them beg for your forgiveness.

“Why not Natasha? Or Sharon?” You ask, motioning in their general direction. Steve watches your movements like a hawk while Sam groans for you to stop being so tedious.

“I mean, they’re both great singers but not for what we want. They’re like… pop, indie shit. We want something a bit more edgy.” Bucky explains, you arch an eyebrow.

“Because an ex-opera is edgy?” You say sarcastically, you can practically feel the vibrations of Steve’s groan in your chest. That makes you smile.

“Y/L/N.” Bucky warns, you just beam up at him.

“Barnes.”

The two of you stare at each other for a long moment, you can feel Sam uncomfortably squirming beside you, like he can sense the tension.

“Just say yes, please?” Steve speaks up finally, surprising you. You glance over at him, looking him up and down. Your eyes pause for a moment on his biceps, then on his face as he assesses you with a pleading look. You figured you’d probably tortured him enough - the entire day he had seemingly gone through all the stages of grief.

“Fine. But you owe me.” You reply with a sigh, finally giving in.

“Thank you,” Bucky says with a gentle smile. You roll your eyes at him, they still owed you big fucking time.

“Too easy. I should’ve made you beg on your knees for it,” You mutter, voicing your annoyance, with a shake of your head. Bucky and Steve exchange a look you can’t quite see, but you can sense the invisible tension.

“Nah, they would’ve been way too into it,” Sam says from beside you with a chuckle. Your eyes snap to him. Steve responds by hitting Sam’s shoulder, Sam yelping in response. You watch cautiously, waiting to see if Sam settles back into the couch or tries to fight back. To your relief, he leans back. Bucky eyes your caution with his own cautious stare before speaking up.

“Tonight then?” He asks, you shake your head.

“I can’t. Loki’s being discharged so I gotta deal with that. Tomorrow?” You purposely ignore the face Steve makes at the mention of Loki. You would really have to ask Loki what the fuck that was about. Maybe when he wasn’t delirious on pain medication.

“Sure. Tomorrow, 6pm?”

“That works, better to do it at yours. I think Thor might castrate you if you came near the apartment.” You say, Bucky chuckles weakly. You can’t tell if it’s to humor you, or that he genuinely didn’t believe Thor could best him. God, you were surrounded by far too many hot muscled men.

“Sounds like a plan.” You chirp, snatching up your bag as you stand from the couch. Bucky and Steve both stand clear out of your way as you depart without a goodbye.

Chapter 4

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provokedgoalie · 3 years

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(18+ only)

imagine riding rockstar!bucky in the backseat of his car.

one hand on his chest, traveling to his nipples to brush against his piercings, and the other hand wrapped around his neck, alternating between a slight squeeze to rough choking.

his black rimmed eyes are rolling back, and his dark hair is fanned out, stray pieces sticking to his sweaty forehead.

“s-shit, just like that, doll,” he'd gasp. “them other ones could never fuck me good like you do”

when you slam back down onto his cock his back would arch, sweat glistening on his tattoos; almost makes you want lap it up, nibble on the ink.

instead, you'd tug harshly at his chains, bringing him close to your face. lips wandering to his ear, teeth tracing his earlobe, “that's because they don't know what a whore you really are”

#darkbucky writes #rockstar!bucky #bucky barnes #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes imagine #i just want to choke rockstar!bucky #he needs a new necklace #not sfw #smut #bucky barnes smut #minors don't interact #don't even breathe in this direction #rockstar!bucky barnes

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noctumbra · 3 years

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𝐩𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐬𝐮𝐠𝐚𝐫 𝐨𝐧 𝐦𝐞

summary ─ you were hypnotized. his handsome face was contorted with such emotions, he was so lost in the music, lost in the instrument, and it was mesmerizing to watch.

pairing ─ rockstar!bucky barnes x virgin!reader

warnings ─ smut, +18, language, dirty talk, pet names, fluff, so much fluff, bucky is an adorable dumbass, softdom!bucky, kissing, first date, natasha romanoff is a very good bro, drinking, multiple orgasms, oral sex (f receiving), virginity loss, light fingering

a/n ─ this happened because of seb. hope you like it. please leave a comment if you do, i really worked hard on this one! thank you <333 (this is worst banner i’ve ever made btw pls ignore it) [enjoy this 9.2k monster. this is officially the longest one shot i have ever written]

title is from def leppard - pour some sugar on me.

The lead guitarist had been eyeing you since the concert started. You were lucky enough to buy yourself a front row ticket, but you didn’t know you were that lucky to get the attention of the lead guitarist, James.

Commandos were your favorite metal band. Their music made everything better for you after you discovered them, and following the band for three years, you finally got to see them live. You were very excited while you made your way over the stadium where the concert was going to happen. Your friend, Natasha, accompanied you to the concert because she liked them, too, and even she could tell that James’ eyes were on you.

“Is he looking at you?” She hissed into your ear. You shivered with the excitement. You were bobbing your head to the beat, feeling every drag of James’ skilled fingers over the guitar strings deep in your bones. “Y/N, what the fuck, is he?”

“I don’t know,” you hissed at Natasha back. You didn’t want to get excited over something that was very unlikely to happen and just wanted to focus on the moment. “Let’s enjoy the concert, please?” Natasha frowned a little, but she nodded, both of you turned your heads towards the stage again.

You watched James getting lost in the song. His fingers were flying over the guitar; stroking the strings, hitting the notes and feeling every note he hit in his soul. It was so obvious that he loved doing this. It was written all over his face. You were hypnotized. His handsome face was contorted with such emotions, he was so lost in the music, lost in the instrument, and it was mesmerizing to watch.

Honestly, you didn’t understand how fast three hours passed until they announced that this was their last song and that they would be missing touring. You felt tears filling your eyes slowly. You loved them, valued their art and found yourself in their songs so much, it was hard to say goodbye to them now that you’ve seen them live.

“We’ll be back before you know it!” James said, sending the crowd a wink and making his bandmates and the audience chuckle. They waved and walked towards the exit, and with that the stage lights went off.

“This was a ride!” Natasha exclaimed. You nodded eagerly.

“It was better than I expected!” You were still shouting because your ears were howling. “I never wanted it to end!” Natasha pointed herself, meaning that she didn’t either. You held her hand, never letting go, because you didn’t want to lose her in the crowd. Both of you slowly made your way to the exit. Just as you stepped into the small corridor to get closer to the exit, you were stopped by a bodyguard.

“Miss,” the guy said, raising his hands in the air. “You were invited to the backstage with your friend, Miss.” You turned to your right to look at Natasha owlishly who was looking at you right back with the same expression.

“Us?” You asked. “Are you sure?” The guy nodded. You looked at Natasha again, hoping that she’d answer for you.

“Alright,” she said. “We’ll come.” The guy smiled, stepping aside, he showed you the way to the backstage. You thanked him. Tightening your hand on Natasha’s, you walked towards the entrance.

“What the fuck,” you hissed. Natasha just smirked and shrugged.

“He was looking at you,” she said instead. “He just proved it.” You gave her a disbelieving look, pinching her arm at the same time. Natasha chuckled. “James the guitarist has a crush on you,” she murmured. “It sounds good, doesn’t it?”

You rolled your eyes. Yes, it did sound good, but accepting their offer to get into the backstage? When it was passed midnight? God, you hoped you wouldn’t be fucked up tomorrow.

You slowly made your way inside, the bodyguard right behind you both to show you the way. All the guards you passed had smiled at you warmly. They were kind, hell, maybe even friendly, but you weren’t here to find out that. You were invited. Fuck.

“Walk straight, the main room will be on your right after you passed the number seven,” the bodyguard said, pointing at the number. Natasha and you thanked him. The guy just smiled at you both and bid you good night. After he disappeared, you took a deep breath and walked to the number seven that was winking at you at the end of the hall.

“Are you excited?” Natasha asked, sounding perfectly calm.

“Of course, Nat!” You hissed. “You said he was looking at me, and now, we’re invited to the backstage, and you’re asking me if I’m excited? Fuck yes, I am!” She grinned. Looping her arm to yours, she pushed you to walk a little faster.

“Maybe you’ll have sex with him tonight,” she said cheerfully. You whimpered. You wouldn’t dare. Would you? Who were you kidding, you would. “Maybe he asked you to come to him because it’d be a chaos for him to come up to you.” You huffed out a breath. She was right. You couldn’t even imagine the crowd that would be gathering around you if he were to come up to you.

“Yeah,” you murmured. Natasha pulled you towards the door on your right, and you realized you were about to pass the number seven. You stopped. “Nat,” you whispered. She squeezed your arm.

“It’s fine,” she said gently. “We’ll walk out if you don’t want to do anything with them. We could just say hi and bail.” You looked at her green eyes for a couple seconds, biting your lip. “It’ll be alright. Maybe, we’ll have some real fun. Come on.” You nodded. You weren’t going to back out. You weren’t going to miss this chance.

“Okay,” you said and continued to walk.

It took you half a minute to reach the door.

Tentatively, you stepped inside the huge room. It had three, different color, big couches, and one wall was covered with mirrors and make-up tables. The lights were yellow and dimmed; they weren’t hurting your eyes. There were a couple plants at the corners of the room. There was some chatter going on, chuckles and laughter were echoing from one wall to the other.

“Um,” you started. “Hello?” As soon as the word left your mouth, the chatter died. You tried not to cringe and get awkward with the silence. “W-we were invited?” You saw Steve’s, the vocalist, eyes widening and brows rising.

“Oh!” He said. “Bucky!” He called out, inclining his head backwards. “Your visitors are here!” You frowned. You didn’t know any ‘Bucky’, but when you couldn’t see James around, you assumed it was him. “Why don’t you girls sit down? He’s probably battling with his make-up.” He grinned.

“Sure,” Natasha agreed easily and pulled you to the couch with her. “Is he the only one who wears make-up?” She asked. Sometimes you were jealous of her making-small-talk ability, and right now was one of those moments. Steve chuckled.

“Sammy here also likes to indulge himself with some mascara,” he said. “Hell, I even saw him rockin’ white eyeliner once. It was dope.” You smiled. White eyeliner would look great on Sam, the bassist, you thought. “Thor likes mascara like Sam. Clint has his own make up with all the bandages he puts on his face,” Steve snickered when Clint protested. Natasha and you chuckled.

You looked around the room, at the people, and saw how tired but happy they were. Thor, co-guitarist, was sitting on a large armchair with his phone in his hands. Clint, the drummer, was sprawled on an empty couch with his drumsticks in his hands, spinning them aimlessly. Steve was humming, Sam was tapping his foot to some imaginary beat, and you could hear someone, probably Bucky, swearing in one of the dressing rooms.

“I swear to fucking God if Sharon fucks with my bag ever again─” Bucky stormed out of the room with anger etched on his face but cut himself off when he saw you and Natasha sitting in front of Steve. “Oh. Hello, girls.” He smiled warmly. You wiggled your fingers and saw Natasha smiling at him. “I hope they weren’t being assholes as usual,” he added, narrowing his eyes at his bandmates. Steve and Sam flipped him off simultaneously while Thor and Clint didn’t acknowledge him.

“They were nice,” you murmured, feeling your cheeks burning along with your body. Bucky smiled at you widely, making your stomach flip. He was so handsome, looked so pretty smiling like that, you sort of couldn’t believe you were sitting in front of him right now.

“As much as this is nice,” Natasha started. Her green eyes were narrowed, and she looked a little terrifying. “Did you invite us here just to have a small talk or…?” You saw Bucky blush, Steve smirking, Sam elbowing Steve, and Thor wiggling eyebrows at Bucky. You frowned. Something was going on for sure, but you didn’t feel alarmed yet.

“Um,” Bucky murmured. “Well, I was going to come up to you but didn’t wanna make a scene. I was just wondering if you’d like to accompany us to the bar? We’re gonna celebrate our last day, and I thought maybe you would like to… hang out… with us?” Bucky looked shy and a little embarrassed, a scrunch was sitting on his nose adorably. Natasha raised a questioning eyebrow.

“Are you asking me or her?” She asked, making you choke on nothing.

“Natasha!”

“What? I know you wanna bone him, and he doesn’t look like he’s going to say no to that.” She rolled her eyes. “Besides they are gonna celebrate, Y/N,” she added, wiggling his brows, sending you a wink. You groaned. Covering your face with your hands, you whined.

“I’m gonna disown you from friendship when we go home, just so you know,” you mumbled, making everyone in the room laugh.

Bucky cleaned his throat with a light cough. “I was asking her,” he pointed at you, “but Sam here really liked you.” He placed his hand on Sam’s shoulder, alarming the guy and making his eyes widen. “He told me so, and I thought he could ask you to hang out with us himself, y’know. I’m that kind of a wingman.” He winked at Sam.

“The fuck,” Sam grunted. You snickered with Steve. Natasha smirked, it was a dangerous, seductive smirk. Uh-oh, you thought gleefully. Natasha was going to seduce the hell out of Sam, and he wasn’t going to know what hit him.

“Brace yourself,” you said to Sam, causing him to frown and give you a questioning look. Before you could answer him, though, Natasha slid off from her spot on the couch next to you and perched herself on top of Sam. You heard him making a mix of choking and gasping noise, eyes comically wide, he looked at Natasha. Steve was trying to keep himself from laughing while Clint was recording the whole thing with his phone. Sam wasn’t going to live this moment down, you knew that for sure.

“She’s gonna ruin him for other women, isn’t she?” You heard someone ask you, and when you turned your head to your left, the spot Natasha was occupying, you saw Bucky. He was still smiling, looking friendly and non-threatening. He had his usual combo on: A black t-shirt and tight, black jeans. His sleeves were on display, you could see his tattoo neck, too, and the piercing on his eyebrow was shining with the lights around him. He still had eyeliner around his eyes albeit faint, but he didn’t seem like it bothered him.

“Yeah,” you said, nodding. “She has that effect on people generally.” Bucky snickered. He slowly sat down next to you but put some distance because he wasn’t an asshole like his friends loved to call him. “You, um, still have some…” You stammered, pointing at his eyes. Bucky snorted, rolling his eyes.

“I tried to wipe them, but they don’t come off for some reason. They might be waterproof? I need to scrub them, I guess,” he said. You nodded again. You hated these awkward moments because you just didn’t know what to do.

“You could try coconut oil, though,” you blurted. Bucky frowned lightly. “It, uh, it helps t-to remove the, um, waterproof eyeliner.”

“Oh,” he murmured. “I think I saw a small jar in one of the make-up bags. Will you help me?” You froze for a second. Of course, you would help him, but that would mean you were going to be close to him, right? You didn’t know if you could handle it─

“Yes, she will. She helped me with the same situation many times,” Natasha chimed in. “She’s gentle.” You side-eyed Natasha. You were so going to hit her with a pillow when you went back home. She saw you looking and blew you a kiss.

“Y-yeah, I did. I- I will,” you said. Taking a deep breath, you decided to just roll with it because you weren’t getting out of here anytime soon, apparently. “Come on.” You grabbed his hand and pulled him towards the room he stormed out earlier. You ignored all the whoos and cheers although they made your cheeks and body burn. “Show me the jar?”

Bucky nodded mutely. Without letting your hand go, he moved to one of the desks that were against the wall with big mirrors and lights all around just like the other room, he pulled out a bag. “Should be in this,” he said.

“Okay,” you agreed. “Sit down.” You let his hand go, missing its roughness and warmth immediately, you opened the bag to dig the jar out. You grabbed a small piece of cotton, dripped some oil onto your hand and turned to Bucky. He was on your level, now, sitting down. “Close your eyes,” you whispered. He did. Inhaling slowly, you stepped closer to him and slowly applied the oil on his eyelids.

His skin was soft, you realized. He had lots of small moles on his face. Most of them were hidden with his long hair and light scruff, but they looked beautiful on him. His lips had a pretty bow shape, their natural color pink-ish red. You suddenly wanted to lean down and kiss him to see if they were as soft as they looked. Blinking, you pulled your hand away and brought the cotton to wipe it off. The oil helped, of course, and soon, the cotton was all black with the make-up.

“There you go,” you whispered, signaling that you were done. Bucky slowly opened his eyes. They were dark and mesmerizing; his pupils were large and almost swallowed the pretty color of his eyes, and you felt stuck. You saw him licking his lips with the corner of your eyes. His hands came up to your waist, one of them moving to your face to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear. His thumb stroked your cheek gently, so gently that you sighed and nuzzled against it without thinking. You heard him letting out a soft sound, and then his lips were onto yours.

Moaning in shock, you stood there, trying to process what was happening.

You were being kissed by James Barnes. The lead guitarist of Commandos. Your favorite band. You were being kissed by him. You pushed him away. Your hands still on his chest, you looked at him, the disbelief visible on your face.

Bucky cursed to himself silently. He should have known better than just kissing you like this, he should have taken you out first and let you that he was thinking of asking you out for real because he had been watching you throughout the whole concert, and you were so fucking pretty─

“What─ Why did you do that?” You asked him, interrupting his inner panicking. Bucky swallowed and looked at you, the color of his eyes had returned slightly.

“I─” He started, but realized he didn’t know what he could say. “Wanted to?” He cringed. God, he was hopeless. “I’m sorry, I should have asked. I’m─ Look, I wasn’t trying to force myself on you, I swear. I’m really sorry.” He tried to stand up, but you stopped him with putting your hands on his shoulders.

“Why did you do that?” You asked again. Yeah, he might have wanted to kiss you, but you had to know exactly why. Bucky held his breath.

“Because I wanted to kiss you,” he said with a soft voice. “Because you looked so pretty singing along to the songs I wrote with your friend, looked so carefree and gorgeous, I wanted to know you, wanted to kiss you so bad. Because you felt right when you were close to me. Because I wanted to keep you even closer, so that no one would try to steal you away fro─ Mmfm!”

You cut him off with pressing your lips against his. Of course, you were attracted to him. He was this devilishly handsome, funny and charming lead guitarist of your favorite band. How could you not? Him admitting that he wanted to know you was dizzying, to kiss you so bad was definitely passing out material.

Bucky sighed into the kiss as he brought one of his hands to rest on the small of your back and the other on your face. Tilting his head to his side slightly, Bucky deepened the kiss. With the hand on your lower back, he pulled you to him, making you step into his personal space even more. You hummed. Your hands were on his cheeks, fingertips playing with his hair while your thumbs stroked his cheekbones.

He kissed so nicely.

His lips were as soft as they looked. They felt like silk onto yours as he kissed your breath away. His body heat was setting your own body fire. His hands on you were like a dream come true. The way he held you close to him felt so good, you wanted to cry at the feeling. You were a little touch starved, but he was feeding you well with his itty bitty touches.

“Mmm,” he hummed as he pulled back for oxygen. He opened his eyes, watching you nuzzle in his palm, kissing his wrist, Bucky felt immensely happy. “Darling love,” he whispered. “You feel so right in my arms.” You let out a broken sound as you buried your face in his palm, partially hiding in it. He chuckled softly. “You do.” You wiggled even closer to him. You wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him in for another kiss.

Just as both of you were getting lost in the kiss, the knock on the door made you jump. “We’re leaving for the bar!” It was Clint. “Are you guys coming or not?” Bucky looked at you.

“Let me take you out?” He asked, hope shining bright in his beautiful eyes. “Let me treat you? Please, honey?” You nodded mutely. You were too stunned to answer him verbally. He smiled. “Alright,” he said and stood up. He, then, took a step back and extended his hand to you. “I’m James, but people close to me call me Bucky.”

You chuckled at his cheesiness. Holding his hand, you shook it. “I’m Y/N, but Natasha calls me dumbass sometimes,” you said, making him grin. Bucky held your hand in his as he brought it up to his lips, kissing your wrist.

“Can I take you out on a date? Buy you a drink?” He asked, then. You bit your lip as you grinned.

“Yeah,” you answered him. He beamed.

“Great!” He pulled you against him. “I know just the place.”

──

You’ve been at the bar with the band and Natasha for two hours now. You were having so much fun that you couldn’t stop giggling or cracking jokes sometimes. You felt incredibly lucky to get to know the band this way; they were a bunch of charming and funny guys who occasionally called each other asshole.

Thor was a weird one; he kept talking like he was someone from a Shakespeare play but he was a very funny dude. Sam was a sarcastic but a very charming guy; him and Natasha had kept the flirting going since she sat on his lap at the backstage. Steve was actually a pretty smart guy, but he loved fucking with others and playing dumb. He was almost as flirtious as Sam, but he kept the flirting to Thor only which you later learned that Thor and Steve had been dating for two years. Clint was… he was a real dumbass. He was a beast with his drums, but in general he was a walking disaster and the bandages on his face and arms sort of gave that away.

They were a good bunch.

Then, there was James. Or Bucky as he reminded you to call him that once or twice. He was funny just like the others. He was charming and actually a sweetheart. You learned that he was also the Mama Bear of the band while Sam had taken the Papa Bear role. They were the ones who kept the others doing shit. He was considerate, lovable and smart guy. He loved his music, loved playing his guitar whenever he could and loved exploring new things.

You might have been a little in love with him already.

“Aight!” Steve interrupted the chattering. He was a little tipsy, not drunk, and leaning onto Thor more than he probably should. “Round… four? Five? It’s on me. Who wants what?” Everyone placed their order with Steve and Thor, but you.

“Just water if they have such a healthy drink in here,” you said, chuckling. “I had enough.” You weren’t big on drinking your consciousness away, and considering this was sort of your first date with Bucky, you wanted to stay sober.

Steve and Thor nodded, not pushing you to drink when you didn’t want to, and made a bee line to the bar. Bucky was holding you against his side, his arm was either over your shoulders or around your waist, and you were leaning into him. He placed a soft kiss onto your temple, making your body heat up with the simple touch of his lips. With a sigh, you buried your head into his shoulder.

It was sort of surprising that you felt so safe and at ease with Bucky although it’s been only three hours since you met officially. Sure, you’ve known him partially from the interviews, but you spent three hours in his presence, and the closeness between you two felt like you’ve been like this, close and touching each other, for years. It was a weird but not unwelcomed feeling. In fact, you loved it a little too much.

“Are you okay?” Bucky whispered. His breath smelled a bit like beer, but you didn’t mind. Yours probably smelled the same. You nodded. “I can take you back home if you want or to a hotel? I… just realized I don’t know where you live.” You chuckled.

“I live around, don’t worry,” you assured him. “Like an hour or so away with car? I’m local.” You snuggled deeper into his embrace. “I’m fine, though, it’s been very fun so far.” Bucky hummed.

“Yeah, they are good guys,” Bucky agreed. “But say the word and I’ll take you home, alright?” He said, looking into your eyes.

“Okay,” you agreed, kissing his cheek. You have never felt like this with a guy before. Sure, you were a virgin, but you had boyfriends, you had dated. None of them made you feel this at ease around them. None of them but Bucky. You found that you loved this feeling. With a smile, you hummed happily.

After Steve and Thor returned with a new round of drinks, you’ve spent another hour and half laughing and talking with them. It was around 3 AM when all of you decided to call it a night.

“It’s technically morning, though,” Clint said, swaying on his feet a little. Everyone groaned. “Fine, geez. I ain’t makin’ any joke anymo’,” he grunted and flipped the bird. You snorted lightly. Clint got offended real easy when he was drunk, apparently.

“So, girls,” Sam started. “We can take you home if you want? Or put you in the same hotel we’re staying for tonight?” Natasha shrugged.

“It’d take us at least an hour to get home, I’ll take the hotel option,” she said, and you hummed approvingly. “We don’t need new rooms. I think it’s obvious where we’ll be staying,” she added with a smirk. You felt your cheeks burn.

“I’m so divorcing you when we go home,” you muttered, and Natasha snickered. You felt Bucky’s assuring squeeze on your arm.

“We can get you a new room if you don’t feel comfortable enough with sharing, though,” he said, ignoring Natasha. You frowned as you thought about it.

It wouldn’t make you uncomfortable, but you didn’t know what you’d do. Would you just cuddle and go to sleep or… You sighed. You wanted to take that step. You were in your mid-twenties and you wanted to get rid of your virginity already. It stuck with you for a long time. You didn’t want to push him for it, though. Frown deepening, you realized you wouldn’t mind whatever you chose to do when you shared a room. Even though you wanted to get rid of things, you really would like to cuddle with Bucky and go to sleep.

“It’s fine,” you murmured. “I won’t mind sharing a room if that’s okay with you.” Bucky shook his head, a smile playing on his lips.

“Of course,” he said. “Let’s go then.”

─

It took you fifteen minutes or so arriving the hotel and all of you quickly scattered your own rooms. You followed Bucky. He was holding your hand into his gently, you in front of him, his arms were around your waist and hands holding yours as you rode the elevator. When you were on the floor nine, you got off and walked down the hall.

Stepping inside the room 107, you felt nervous. It wasn’t Bucky who was making you nervous, but yourself, you knew that. You could come clean and tell Bucky; he had been so patient and loving with you all day and you knew he wouldn’t mind you telling him about your conflict.

“I can take the couch,” Bucky started. “I don’t mind. It’s actually pretty comfy,” he grinned. “Took a nap there before we hit the stage.” He wiggled his brows adorably. “I can lend you some clothes if you wanna shower, I’m definitely taking one. I have no idea how you put up with my stink for four hours.” You chuckled.

“You don’t stink,” you said. “You smell nice, actually.” Bucky tilted his head to his side and sent you a cocky smirk. Fuck, you thought.

“Nice, hm?” He laughed, then. “I half-showered with my perfume is probably why,” he added, rolling his eyes. “Anyways, you gonna shower?” You bit your lip. You were hesitating just a little, but you knew you had to take some steps yourself in these kinds of things.

“W-what if we take o-one to-ogether?” You stammered clumsily. “We, uh, both need one, anyways, right?” Bucky froze. His eyes snapped at yours, watching you carefully as he tried to see if you really wanted this.

“You really want that?” He asked. You nodded. There was nothing else you wanted more at the moment, you thought. “Honey,” Bucky murmured. “Do you know what you want? Do you wanna tell me?” Ye walked closer to him and placed your hands on his chest when you were close enough.

“I want to take a shower with you,” you said, surprisingly with a steady voice. “I… We don’t have to, but if you want, I, um, also want to have sex with you, too.” Bucky exhaled shakily at your words. They were affecting him, you could see it in his eyes. So, you thought, might as well drop the bomb. “I, um,” you continued. Your fingers were playing his exposed dog tags. “I really, really would like you to be, um, the first one to… you know…” You narrowed your eyes, looking at him and hoping that he’d understand.

“The first one to what, love?” He asked. His eyes were intense, now. They looked at you like they wanted to see through you. You shivered and licked your lips. Your mouth opened and closed, words wanting to get out but didn’t know how. “Y/N,” Bucky said when you didn’t answer. “Honey,” he called out. “Are you a virgin, love?”

You nodded. Your whole body was burning with embarrassment, burning under the intense look of his beautiful eyes. You fidgeted in your place, tearing your eyes from his, you gave your whole attention to his dog tags. You played with them until you felt his fingers gripping your chin gently and tilting up.

“Are you sure?” He asked. “Do you really want me to do that?” You nodded again. Words were hard for you, at the moment, you were beyond embarrassed. “Sweetheart, I’m honored that you see me worthy.” You snorted.

“Dork,” you whispered. He grinned.

“That’s me,” he said, making you snort again. “Alright, let’s take a shower together.” He grabbed your hand and pulled you towards the bathroom. He left you by the sink to undress while he adjusted the water. You were stripping off your clothes one by one, not feeling so confident about your body, you had a strong urge to hide it.

It was Bucky, though. You may not have known for a long time, but you knew he wouldn’t mind. Still, you couldn’t silence the irritating small voice in your mind that had been whispering how different you looked from all the women Bucky had seen out with.

“Water is ready,” he announced, unaware of your inner struggle. He turned around as he yanked his t-shirt off his body. “Y/N? Are you okay?” His eyes roamed your body, moving up and down and up again. “What is it? It’s fine if you don’t want to do this─”

“It’s not that,” you muttered. “Well, sort of about it, not that exactly.” You shrugged. Your tears were on their way to fill your eyes, you could feel them, but you weren’t going to cry. “It’s just… I don’t have a model’s body, like, um, all the other women you’ve dated? I don’t have it, and um, it just makes me feel a little self-conscious?” You watched Bucky’s face going from worried to soft in a matter of seconds.

“Baby,” he whispered, stepping forward and getting into your personal space. “I don’t care.” He tucked your hair behind your ear, stroked your cheek and looked deep into your eyes. “I don’t care that you don’t have a model’s body. I actually like your body better than theirs because yours tell me that you’re happy and not starving yourself to look the way they do. You’re beautiful.” You whimpered. “It’s alright if you wanna back up, it really is, but please do not think that I won’t find you attractive because you don’t have a body like theirs, okay?” You sniffed lightly as you nodded.

You slowly got rid your t-shirt, dropping it on the floor like he did with his, and reached behind your back to unclasp your bra. He looked into your eyes all the while you undressed yourself. His eyes never flickered down once. They kept looking into your eyes, and his thumbs kept stroking your cheeks and your neck. Once you got naked, you fought with the urge to wrap your arms around yourself and cover your bits. Bucky liked your body, you reminded yourself. You were beautiful to him.

“There you go,” Bucky whispered. “That’s a good baby.” He leaned in and pecked your lips. “Let’s get under the water, alright?” You nodded. He quickly rid himself from his remaining clothes. His tattooed and pierced body’s naked glory was right in front of you, and you wanted to leave some marks. You wanted people to know that he was yours, now, no one else’s. “Come on, love.” He nudged you into the shower gently, pulling you out of your head. You carefully stepped into the tub, the water hitting your back immediately, you shivered with the warm water. Bucky walked in behind you and closed the glass doors.

Bucky plastered his front to your back, gently encouraging you to lean against him. His arms wrapped around your middle, he dipped down and placed kisses on your neck. The steam coming from the warm water warming your body, making his kisses feels even more sensual. You shivered.

“Let’s get you wet,” he murmured, eyes shining with mischief. You let out a soft snort and rolled your eyes. He grinned. He turned you around and stepped under the water with you still leaning against his body. You could feel his well-defined muscles on your back. His bulging biceps around your waist was giving you a nice feeling, too. His already warm body was even warmer now thanks to the water.

You sighed.

Bucky grabbed the shampoo and washed your hair, fingers massaging your scalp. After you were clean, it was his turn. He had to crouch down, later he went down on his knees since it was easier for you to reach all of his hair easily. As you washed his hair, Bucky held onto you, face buried in your stomach, he breathed calmly as you massaged his scalp like he did to you. You could feel the tension draining out of him. He must be exhausted, you thought, and suddenly felt guilty about springing this whole I-want-to-have-sex-with-you conversation. He needed rest, not more action. You huffed to yourself silently. Telling him to stand up, you grabbed the second loofah and dragged it along his body, washing away the dirt and sweat of the concert.

Washing away the shampoos and last of the dirt on your body, you turned off the water and stepped out, Bucky right behind you and still holding onto your waist. He grabbed a big towel from one of the cabinets. It was white and looked so fluffy. He smiled when he saw your wide eyes and wrapped it around your body, squeezing you into a hug with towel around you, he held you against his chest. You chuckled. Your face was right into the crook of his neck; his warm body was radiating heat even with a towel between your bodies.

“It’s so fluffy,” you said, amusement in your voice. Bucky snickered.

“Yeah, that’s what I love about fancy hotels.” Bucky wiggled his eyebrows and grabbed another towel from the rack to dry himself. Both of you walked back into the bedroom again with your naked bodies covered with fluffy towels.

“Hey,” you called out softly. “We, um, don’t have to do it now,” you said. “I know you’re tired, and you need some rest. So, it’s totally okay if you─” Bucky placed a finger on your lips and silenced you.

“I want it,” he whispered. “I am tired, I’m not gonna lie, but I want to do this, too.” Amusement shone in his eyes. “Don’t be surprised if I fall asleep on you in the halfway, though,” he said. You chuckled. Your hand poked out under the towel and hit him on the arm gently. Bucky grinned. He leaned in and kissed your cheeks; they felt warm under his lips.

Bucky started humming as his hands grabbed the hem of the towel that you’ve been hugging tightly. You frowned lightly, trying to make out what he was humming. While you were thinking, Bucky took the towel off of you gently. You barely felt the cold air hitting your body because of his body heat. It was coming off of him in waves and warming you in a weird way. He smiled as he pulled back a little. His face was so close to yours, his moving lips were brushing against yours as he continued to sing the song.

“Television lover, baby, go all night,” he sang softly. “Sometime, anytime, sugar me sweet,” he continued and pressed a kiss on the corner of your lips, arms pulling your closer to his body. “Little miss innocent sugar me, yeah.”

You frowned lightly, face scrunched in a very adorable way. “What are you singing?” You asked, still trying to making out what song he was singing. Bucky grinned.

“Ooh, in the name of love,” he started and saw the light bulb going off. “Pour some sugar on me. C’mon, fire me up.” He swayed to right and left, making guitar sounds just to make you giggle. “Pour some sugar on me. I can’t get enough!” You laughed.

“Oh my God, Bucky!” you exclaimed, tears in your eyes. “I can’t believe you’re singing─”

Bucky grinned even wider. “I’m hot, sticky sweet. From my head to my feet, yeah!”

Both of you cracked up. Bucky was still humming the song as he, too, discarded his towel. He came closer, looking into your eyes and searching for a ‘yes’ in there, which you gave him while still giggling. Bucky crouched lightly to grab you by your thighs and hoisted you up. You squeaked. Your arms were quick to wrap around his neck as he carried you to the bed.

“Crazy little woman in a one man show,” he continued to sing. “Mirror queen, mannequin, rhythm of lovee!” You snorted. “Sweet dreams, saccharine, loosen up.” He kissed your cheek. He lowered you on the bed, lying you down gently. You smiled at him. Bucky winked and leaned in.

His lips found yours with a sweet sigh escaping from you. Bucky hummed. His lips stroked yours gently, pried them open to deepen it with a small tilt of his head, and suddenly, you were kissing heatedly. You moaned when you felt his tongue licking at your bottom lip, his teeth nibbling on the soft flesh lightly. You opened your mouth, allowed his tongue inside and moaned again. Bucky grunted. He dropped his body onto yours, minding his weight, and caged you under him.

“Baby,” Bucky moaned when he pulled back for oxygen. His lips moving from yours to your neck, he hummed appreciatively. The light scruff he had was scratching the skin of your neck raw, but you didn’t mind. It felt so good, so nice to have his warm body onto yours like this and to feel his lips on your skin. Your body was on fire. Between your thighs, you were aching and dripping wet; the urge to press them together was strong, but Bucky was in the way.

“Bucky,” you sighed as he nipped on your collarbones. His breath was hot on your already heated skin. The rough texture of his hands drove your body into the edge of oversensitivity as they brushed and stroked every inch of skin they could reach. Bucky hummed appreciatively at the sight of your breasts on his face. His eyes flicked up at yours, silently asking for a permission. Heart beating in your mouth, you nodded. Every breath you drew in was burning you in the best way, making your head rush.

You gasped loudly when his hot and wet mouth closed over your nipple. His tongue was teasing the delicate nip gently; cheeks hollowing as he sucked on it, he slurped. One of his hands had closed over your other breast; the rough texture that drove you crazy was on your boob now, and his calloused fingers were playing with your nipple. Your arched your back. Your hands wound tight in his longish brown hair, pulling on them whenever he sucked too hard and twisted your nipple in a very good way.

“Oh, shit, Bucky!” Eyes closed, you threw your head back as you thrusted your chest against his face more. Bucky just grunted and switched nipples. His hand was now playing with your saliva covered nipple while his mouth had closed over your other breast. When you moaned high and very feminine, Bucky scrapped his teeth over the sensitive bud, making your hips buck against his unintentionally. “God, I─ This─ Shit, feels so good,” you sighed, breath hitching.

Bucky let go of your nipple with an obscene ‘pop’ sound and placed a kiss on your sternum. He kissed his way down, tongue dipping into your belly button and placing a kiss there, too. You tried not to squirm away when he finally made contact with your dripping core. His hot breath was licking your mound, making you hyperaware of his presence there and also making you even wetter.

Feeling how nervous you were, Bucky looked at you softly and kissed your inner thighs. You breathed in shakily. His lips were covering your inner thighs with kisses, hands stroking your sides and stomach, fingers occasionally finding your nipples, Bucky calmed you down. Soon, you were melting under his soft and loving touches as he made his way to your pussy slowly.

First flick of his tongue on your clit had you gasping, bucking your hips and grabbing onto his hands on your stomach. Bucky shushed you and placed a kiss on your clit, sucking it just a little.

“Oh my God! Bucky!” You moaned. He shushed you again with grounding strokes of his thumbs on the back of your hands. He dove in.

His tongue flicked on your clit over and over again, lips closed around the tiny bud and sucked little hickeys onto it. His scruff was rubbing on your inner thighs and making this whole new experience even better. You kept moaning, whining and whimpering; your hands never letting of his, you held onto them tight as you arched your back and buried your face into the pillow with your eyes closed.

You could feel your slick running down, dripping onto bed, because the sounds Bucky was making while eating you out were so hot, it made your thigh muscles twitch around his head. He was burying one groan after the other into your pussy, humming and grunting at the taste of your slick and your tight hold on his hands.

At one point, he pulled back. Freeing one of his hands out of your hold, Bucky swiped a finger from your slit to your clit. You cried out. The colors were exploding behind your closed eyes; your body was taut with the expected orgasm. Bucky swiped his fingers a few more times before he slowly dipped it inside you. An audible hitch in your breath, Bucky stopped. He pulled his finger back slightly only to push it back in.

“James,” you whined. You could feel the pressure gathering in your lower belly. “Please, God, please─” You groaned when he continued to move his fingers in you as he pressed his thumb over your clit. You were close. You were so close, you could fucking taste it. You whimpered. Your free hand found his body, and you grabbed the meaty shoulder, digging your nails deep. Bucky hummed and crooked his fingers.

You screamed when you came.

Your body went taut, muscles cramping, you felt them relaxing at the same time. It was a bit weird and amazing feeling which you loved. It wasn’t that you’ve never made yourself come, you have, but none of them felt like this.

“Your fucking face─” You heard Bucky growl lightly. He climbed his way up to your lips and kissed you passionately. “The way you look when you come? Gorgeous.” He kissed you harshly, nipping your bottom lip. “The way you taste? Magnificent. Pouring out some sugar for me, there, don’t you, baby?” You felt your cheeks burn at his words as he ducked in for yet another kiss which you gave him happily. You wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him even closer. He pulled back just a little and started kissing on your cheeks and neck. “You still wanna do it?” He asked. You nodded. “Speak up, bubba,” he nudged your jaw with his nose. You squirmed happily at the pet name.

“Yes,” you whispered. “Still wanna do it. Still wan’it to be you. Please?” You looked at him with wide eyes, face open and excited.

Bucky wanted to hide you in his bed forever because you were too good to be true. “Alright, love, okay,” he whispered. He reached for his wallet that he left on the bedside drawer and pulled out a condom. Bucky was quick and efficient as he put on the condom, discarding its small package.

You gasped lightly when you saw his cock. It was a little above average, wasn’t too big that it might really hurt you. He was uncut, but you could see faint lines of veins throbbing there. There was a shining metal going through his cock head, but to avoid panicking, you diverted your eyes to his ball. They were big and looked full, and suddenly, you felt your body burning even more with the thought of them slapping against your skin.

“It’s might hurt at the beginning, okay?” He said, drawing your attention back to him. “Tell me, please, just tell me to stop if it hurts really bad or you just don’t wanna do this anymore, alright?” You nodded. He tapped on your lips. “Words, honey.”

“Yes,” you breathed. “I’ll tell you to stop if I don’t like it.” He nodded with a big smile on his face.

“That’s right,” he whispered and kissed you. Settling in deeper between your thighs, Bucky kept kissing you. One of his hands was on your face, gently stroking your cheek, while the other had grabbed his cock and lined it up.

The slide in was smooth, and Bucky was going real slow. He really didn’t want to hurt you, make this experience a bad one, so he was being extra careful. He could feel how your silky wet walls wrapping his cock slowly as he inched in, in and in. His eyes were rolling backwards behind his closed lids. It was addicting, the way you felt around him. Bucky never wanted to pull out, wanted to stay buried in you forever because you were so tight, so warm and so wet, it was like a dream come true.

“Sweetheart,” he croaked. “You feel so fuckin’ good.” Your breath hitched at his low voice calling you a sweet name. Between your thighs you were aching, hurting just a little it, too, but it wasn’t unbearable. You held onto him tight, reeled into the feeling of his cock sliding into you and just… felt.

You whimpered when his cock was fully seated. There was a throbbing pain, almost pulsating with the same beat as your heart. Bucky was panting in your ear. He wasn’t moving, was just holding you tight against him and trying to control himself until you gave him the go. You hummed a little as he pain subsided.

“You good, bubba?” He asked, lifting his head only a little to look you in the eye. You sniffed, tears had sprung to your eyes at the pain, but it was gone now. You nodded, hands tightening on his shoulders.

“Yeah,” you whispered. “Move, please?” Bucky groaned. He gave you another kiss on the lips: A sweet, chaste and soft kiss. You sighed into it.

Carefully, he pulled out a bit and slid back in, stealing your breath. His breathing was shaky. You could hear his silent grunts and groans. His hands were fisting the bedding until you grabbed them and twined your fingers together. He kissed your neck as thanks. He continued to thrust into you slowly. Every drag of his cock, you could feel it in your bones, deep in your body, and it was so goddamn good.

“God,” you choked on a moan. “Fuck, faster, please─” Bucky growled.

“Don’t wanna hurt you,” he hissed through his clenched teeth. Sweat was beading on his forehead, chest and back, making his skin glow. You whimpered as you turned your head to him where he buried his face into the crook of your neck and kissed his temple.

“You won’t,” you said. “It doesn’t hurt anymore, please!” You clenched your thighs around his hips, urging him to move a little faster. His growling increased; it sounded like he was almost snarling with each thrust of his hips.

“You want it hard, darlin’?” He asked, taunted. You whimpered again as you nodded. A wanton cry of ‘yes’ spilled out of your mouth. “You want me to fuck you faster, hm?” You let out another litany of yeses and tightened your hands in his. Bucky groaned deep and loud. His hips started to snap against yours. His balls hitting your slick covered skin, his cock started to move in and out of you at a rapid pace.

The pleasure it brought was fucking blinding.

You moaned when he gave you a particular hard thrust. You were moving up and down on the bed where you were lying on your back as Bucky thrusted in and out of you madly. You could feel the metal you saw through the condom stroking your sensitive walls, making the pleasure feel even better, and you knew you were going to come. You could feel how close you were.

“James,” you breathed, your face drowning in pleasure as he looked at you. “’m gonna come,” you whined. “’m so close, ‘m gonna come!” Bucky snarled.

Straightening up a bit, he leaned onto his elbows, still holding your hands. His thrusts were deeper now. He was hitting at a spot that got you choking on almost every moan that wanted to get out, stealing your breath with each thrust; you were delirious.

“Bucky,” you sighed. Your voice carried a panicking tone, but it was because you were so close to coming. “Bucky, fuck, I’m─”

“Come, honey,” he whispered, lips brushing yours. “Come for me, c’mon.” He ducked down to bite one of your breasts, sucking and licking at the same time. You gasped. Your thighs and walls clenched around him so tightly, Bucky’s eyes rolled behind his head, mouth open and he was almost drooling at the sensation. “Fuck!” He roared. The vice of your walls around his hard cock felt so fucking good, he started to move in and out of you rapidly. He was jackrabitting, so close to coming himself, and you didn’t mind. It still felt good albeit a bit too much.

“James,” you whispered. Your hand squeezed his and you lifted your head enough to peck him on the lips. Bucky moaned brokenly. He leaned down, fully pressing his lips on yours as he kissed you deeply. He was releasing moans and grunts and sighs into the kiss, into your mouth, and you smiled. “Come on, lemme see you,” you whispered again. Pecking his lips once and twice, licking his bottom lip, you bit it gently.

Bucky cursed. His thrust halted for a second. His balls jerked as he thrusted into you one last time, and he filled the condom with his seed, his face buried in your neck. You hummed. His weight on you was a welcomed one, it felt like a personal, living, weighted blanket and you hummed again.

“Oh shit,” Bucky whispered. It was quiet for a while. He silently and carefully pulled out of you and ditched the condom. He got up to get a wet cloth from the bathroom. When he returned, he gently cleaned the between your legs, taking away all the dirt and slight blood that he caused, and then cleaned himself. Dropping the cloth somewhere in the bathroom, he walked back inside the room, lay on the bed and gathered you in his arms, hugging you tight against his chest. You sighed contently. “How do you feel? Was I too rough?”

“Mm, no,” you murmured. Your face was squished on his chest. The barbells on his nipples were warm against your cheek. “It was perfect.” You smiled dopily as you pulled back. You kissed him on the cheeks and then on the lips. “Thank you.” He smiled at you back; the crinkles around his eyes showing themselves, he scrunched his nose.

“You’re very welcome, bubba,” he whispered, kissing your nose. You chuckled and settled back on his chest. You lay in the silence. Although both of you were tired, you didn’t feel the need of sleep immediately. Bucky was in agreement with you since he started to hum again. You frowned for a second until you realized he was still singing the same song from before. You chuckled. “Hmm,” he said.

“Same song still?”

“Yup,” he grinned. “Lyrics fit, don’t you think?” You made a questioning sound. His grin widened. He was expecting you’d react like that. “You got the peaches, I got the cream,” he sang, and you snorted out loud as your face burned yet again. “Sweet to taste, saccharine.” You started to laugh. “Cause I’m hot, hot, so hot, sticky sweeet!” He started to crack up slightly. “From my head, my head to my feet, yeaah!”

“Oh my God, stop!” You cackled, face buried in his neck.

“Never,” he said and went back to singing. “Take a bottle, shake it uuup! Break the bubble, break it uuuup!” He stopted, looking at your with the corner of his eyes. You snorted and bit his neck lightly. “Come on, sing this part with me.” You shook your head. “Come ooon! Do this and I’ll shut up, I promise.” You looked at his grinning stupid face. Rolling your eyes, you murmured a ‘fine’.

“Pour some sugar on meee!” Both of you sang, trying very hard not to crack up. “Oooh, in the name of looovee! Pour some sugar on meee! C’mon fire me uup!” Bucky flipped your positions, taking you under him again, causing your breath to hitch and stop you singing.

“Pour some sugar on me,” he sang quietly this time. He leaned in and kissed you passionately, deeply, lovingly. His lips traveled your neck, peppering kisses and then came back to your lips again. He whispered the last notes of the song as he leaned in close enough for his lips to crush against yours before he engulfed you into another hot and loving round of sex.

“Ooh, I can’t get enough…”

Your grinning self was turned into a gasping and chanting his name with pleasure one real quick after that.

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dreamlessinparis · 2 years

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Under the Blinding Lights

iPairing: Mickey!Henry x F!Reader, Rockstar!Bucky x F!Reader

Word Count: 1267

Summary: Your boyfriends can't keep their hands off you, even at the club.

Warnings: explicit language, public sex, fingering (vaginal and anal), exhibitionalism, throuple, Bucky in leather pants, Mickey, rings, public nudity

A/N: Inspired and beta’d by the lovely @sweeterthanthis. Thank you to @sweetkingdomstarlight-blog for hyping me up also. Love you both❤️ All mistakes are still my own.

Divider credit goes to the lovely @firefly-graphics

The neon lights flashed around you, shifting color with every thud of the bassline. The volume of the music was so loud, you couldn't even hear the person next to you. Everything was communicated by touch, which was great for you since the men you had come to the nightclub with, were talented with their hands.

Your low-cut dress glittered with each sway of your hips, and they rocked to the beat. The music drummed through your body, vibrating through every inch of you. You lost yourself easily every time you danced. It came naturally.

Mickey was so happy, a huge smile plastered on his face. You weren't sure if it was the fact that his gig tonight was a hit or because he loved dancing. He looked down at you, the lopsided grin making your heart melt. Cupping both of your cheeks, he licked a strip up your face, making you giggle and shove him back.

Bucky's tattooed arms wrapped tighter around your waist, pressing you back into his firm body. His leather-clad cock grounding into your ass. He kissed down your bare spine as far as he could before kissing back up and burying his face in your neck.

Mickey's fingers danced dangerously along the hem of your short dress, teasing over your thighs. You pulled him down to your level and pressed your lips to his, arms snaking around his neck. It was near impossible not to lose yourself in both of them. Bucky's hands came up to cup your breasts, giving them a firm squeeze.

"Free those gorgeous tits, Buck. I want a taste," Mickey says, kissing along the hinge of your jaw.

You shook your head, glancing around at the crowd almost nervously. Your boyfriends were complete exhibitionists and how you ended up with them was a mystery. You were too shy to ever do the things you’d done with them before you’d met them. They made you brave and always made you feel beautiful and safe. You relaxed a bit seeing as though nobody was paying the three of you any mind.

"Don't worry, beautiful. No one cares," Bucky whispered reassuringly in your ear. He gave a sharp nip to your lobe before he grabbed the fabric along the low neckline of your dress and pulled it aside. Your breasts popped out, the dress no longer holding them in place, bouncing lightly as they're freed; nipples tightening from the chill of the club.

You opened your mouth to protest, choking on your words as Mickey's lips wrapped around your hard nipple, sucking needily. Bucky's hand began to knead and tweak the other, rolling your nipple between his fingers.

Your head fell back onto Bucky's shoulder, body arched as you let out a loud moan. It wasn't like anyone was going to be able to hear you over the loud music so you weren’t worried about it.

Bucky's hand dropped from your chest and slid down your abdomen as Mickey switched to the other breast. He moaned against your skin as your hands tugged at his hair.

"So fucking pretty. I always have to hold myself back from devouring you everywhere we go," Bucky growled, his hand slipping beneath the hem of your dress and finding its way between your legs.

Your panties, like the rest of your outfit, were just a piece of fabric. Nothing decent. And Bucky proved that with a twist of his wrist, ripping them right off you. His hand left your body for a moment and you knew he was stuffing them in the back pocket of his leather pants. They were probably half hanging out because he always liked to show off his trophies.

Mickey caught your lips in a hungry kiss as his hands continued to grope your breasts. His touch made you arch up into him, wanting no space between your bodies. Bucky's hips began to gyrate against the swell of your ass as his hand returned to its spot between your legs.

His fingers glided over your slit before dipping between your folds. His low groan in your ear sent a shiver down your spine. Your body was beginning to respond to both of their touches on its own, falling into a familiar pattern. Your hips seemed to be moving to the beat of the music, but really you were just trying to grind against the firmness in Bucky's pants. Anything to relieve this growing heat all over your body. If someone didn't make you cum soon, you were going end up fucking them both in the middle of the club.

Bucky rubbed slow, yet persistent, circles on your clit causing you to whimper into Mickey's mouth. It wasn't enough and, luckily, Bucky knew your body well enough to get that.

"She's getting needy, man," Bucky leaned in to whisper in Mickey's ear, "Slip a hand down here, she's fucking soaked. I think our girl needs us to make her feel good. She's earned it."

You whimpered again, bucking your hips to prove his point. Mickey gave you a chaste kiss before winking at you and ducking his head. He began sucking on your neck, his hand trailing down to replace Bucky's.

Bucky's lips pressed to the other side of your neck. Both men were focused on ruining you and all you could do was lose yourself in them. Mickey slipped a finger inside you, stretching you out a little; the ring on his finger cool against the walls of your warm channel. You were about to ask for more when another finger pushed into you from behind. Bucky matched Mickey's pace and your hips moved in time with them.

Mickey worked at stimulating your bundle of nerves, grinding his palm against it with each push of his finger, drawing another moan from you. It was hard to keep your cool, your knees felt like they were about to buckle and if you weren't pressed between two firm bodies, you probably wouldn't be upright.

You let out a squeak of surprise as Bucky removed his finger and swirled over your puckered hole, coating it with your slick. You thought he was going to push in but instead, he moved his finger back to your pussy. His thumb, however, pushed against the tight ring of your ass. The small hole stretched around him, and he kept going until you felt the smooth metal of his ring slide past the rim. With the new addition, you felt fuller, not as full as when their cocks were stuffed in you, but it was a pleasant feeling. One you needed more of. Their names fell from your lips like a repeating prayer, pleading them to keep going.

Your climax was coming fast, and both men felt it with the way you were pulsing around them, making them double their pace. Bucky bit down on your pulse point as Mickey captured a nipple, and they sent you hurtling over the edge. Your orgasm shattered through you and you dug your nails into Mickey's biceps, your whole body trembling. You clenched around their fingers, and they kept going until you were fully spent. Bucky pulled out first, letting you slump forward against Mickey. He licked his fingers clean before holding your hips to allow Mickey to do the same.

"Mhmm, you taste so good, baby," Mickey groaned, slurping lewdly. You smiled lazily at him, giving him a wink.

"Best I've ever had," Bucky whispered, kissing your cheek. "We should get out of here. I need to fill her up. Need you to fill her up. Watch both her holes full and dripping."

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smuttyfantasyrecs · 3 years

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Bucky Barnes

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*this post has officially reached 100 links meaning I can no longer link fics; due to this I will create a second Bucky Barnes post that you can find here*

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little-diable · 2 years

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First Shot of Heroin - Rockstar!Bucky Barnes (smut)

We had to hop onto the train and write our own rockstar Bucky/Tommy imagine. Enjoy my loves. xxx

Summary: The reader has been his groupie for months, a well known woman that would find herself in his bed after every gig she goes to. Bucky makes her feel like the first shot of heroin and she gives him the feeling of being worshipped like a god.

Warnings: 18+, smut, unprotected sex, shower sex, p in v, hand job, fingering, alcohol consumption, coke consumption, groupie life

Pairing: Rockstar!Bucky x fem!reader (2k words)

A/N: This story doesn't have anything to do with the show, we don't support nor tolerate what happened to Pamela. Nevertheless, this imagine is a fictional story - I won't accept any hate because of it. Don't like it, don't read it.

header by @hidingsikki

“Oh my god!” (Y/n) screamed with her friends, eyes set on the band that has just entered the stage. Her heart kept hammering in her chest - the same old reaction her body would run through whenever she’d see them play another show.

Somewhere along the way she has lost count on the numbers of their shows she has been at, once a die hard fan now a well known groupie - at least well known by the band and by him. Bucky had caught her attention from the second she had first seen him, the tattoos and the black eyeliner had knocked all air out of her burning lungs and the second he had lit a cigarette she had found herself falling - hard.

The crowd kept screaming the lyrics, bodies moving to the music with the moon shining down on them. The open air concert allowed them to let loose, to enjoy another hot summer night with alcohol buzzing through their bodies.

“Look at him, fuck, I can’t wait to meet them later.” Her friend could only chuckle, eyes set on (y/n) and the grin tugging on her lips. By now it was some kind of routine for her to disappear a few moments before their setlist would end, she’d push herself through the crowd with her naked feet leaving prints in the sand behind. She’d wait for them at their bus, would keep herself busy with her cigarettes and some kind of alcohol she’d get from somewhere close. Would wait till he’d find her, inviting her into his bed for the upcoming hours.

“You’re one lucky girl.” (Y/n)’s friend slung her arm around her shoulders, she pulled (y/n) closer to dance with her to yet another song. But (y/n) could barely focus on her friend, her eyes kept searching his, hoping that he’d find her in the crowd.

It took him a while, at least five songs, but the moment their eyes met she felt her surroundings fading out. Just the two of them, gazes connected, with a smirk pulling on his thin lips. Lips she had kissed too many times to count.

As if she had taken her first ever shot of heroin, her body began to buzz, vision blurred with her heartbeat singing in her ears. A feeling she was getting addicted to, she had been intoxicated by him and the feeling of his cock spearing her since the first night they slept together.

She could still hear his words ringing in her ears, how he had slung his arm around her waist, lips pressed against hers with his tongue invading her mouth. His black beard had rubbed against her chin, leaving the spot tingling as his hand had found its way to her behind, squeezing her ass with a squeal bubbling out of (y/n). “So responsive. Tell me, what else can those lips do?” She hadn’t replied, at least not with words, and had dropped to her knees with the other band members watching her choke around his cock.

A bond had formed, a bond nobody could pull apart - at least that’s what she was convinced of.

“I’ll find you later.” By now (y/n) knew the setlist by heart, waiting for the song that would give her the green light to disappear. She pushed herself off her giggling friend and began to make her way out of the dancing crowd. (Y/n) didn’t spare the ones that didn’t want to let her pass a thought, she ignored them, mind set on Bucky and his twitching cock. Fuck, he was a god in bed, knew how to touch her, how to push her to her limits with his cock ripping her walls apart. The things she’d do to wake up next to him every single morning, the things she’d do to fall asleep with his cock resting on her tongue and his hand tangled in her hair, holding her still till she’d pass out.

“(Y/n)! Can’t say I’m surprised to see you here.” One of their bodyguards called her name, he pulled her in for a hug. Even the band’s team had grown used to seeing her and the few other groupies around whenever the band would play a gig. As if they were part of the team.

“How are you? How’s Frankie?” She knew all about their private lives, had made it her mission to know every wife, husband and child by name, wanting for them to feel relaxed with having her around. She wasn’t just a cock hungry groupie, wasn’t just focused on sleeping with a rockstar, no, she wanted to be part of their group, wanted to be part of their so called family.

He didn’t get a chance to reply, was interrupted by the sound of Bucky calling (y/n)’s name, arms open for her to jump into his embrace. Their lips met with a chuckle rumbling through him. He was dripping with sweat, naked upper body on full show, with his slightly fading out tattoos covering most parts of his chest. But she didn’t care about his sweat, didn’t care about his smell, purely focused on the feeling of his body pressed against hers.

“I need a shower, will you do me the honor?” He was already drunk, at least just as much as she was, giggling with their bodies slightly swaying from left to right. Bucky pulled her inside the tour bus, by now she knew every inch of it, perhaps because he had fucked her on every sufrace, against every wall. The feeling of coming home after a tiring day washed through her, allowing her heartbeat to calm down as he pulled her into the bathroom.

Bucky’s lips searched hers as he got to work on her dress, his slightly trembling fingers needed a few moments to free her from the tight fabric, but the sight of her naked body - without any underwear left on - was worth all the struggles. A groan rumbled through the rockstar, his pupils dilated as his eyes found her naked chest, the nipples he’d suck on. Crazed out like a starving man he pushed his face into her boobs, hot tongue licking along her skin.

“I’ve been waiting for this, for you, baby. Fuck, we’ve missed you.” She tugged on his roots, forcing him to lift his head off her naked chest.

“We?” A giggle left her as she let go of his head, fingers undoing his shorts. Bucky had also decided against wearing any underwear, his cock was standing proud and tall, waiting to be buried inside her heat.

“I think you know exactly who I’m talking about.” He thrust his hips against hers, cock rubbing against her arousal covered folds. She was already dripping and the only thing they’ve been doing is kissing - desperate for the rockstar like all those hopelessly lonely girls waiting outside their tour bus. (Y/n) had been fortunate enough, had been at the right spot at the right time, allowing Bucky to pull her in, trapped by his charme and his massive ego.

“Do I? I think I need more than just empty words.” She kept on teasing him, but Bucky wasn’t in for any games, no, his adrenaline kept pumping through his body, straight to his heart and his cock. He was drunk enough to run around almost naked, but not nearly as high enough to let her control their time together.

Without another warning he pushed her into the shower, lips pressed against hers to drown out the sound of her squeals. Cold water cascaded down their heated up bodies, warmed by the sun that had been burning from the bright sky for the past hours, till the moon had woken the night, heralding another night that would end with a few orgasms and a nose full of coke.

Both their hands began to wander, she found his cock, while Bucky grasped her leg, lifting it off the ground to wrap it around his waist. Slowly she started to pump his cock, up and down his length with her thumb tracing his veins. She wanted to freeze time, wanted to stay right there with his cock in her hand and her tongue fighting with his. But time kept ticking on, fading by like the high she’d get after snorting another line. Everything would fade out, a love story like Jupiter and Teardrop.

“You’re so wet, bet you’ve been dreaming of my cock when you watched me play.” (Y/n) could only gasp, his calloused fingers brushed through her slit, teasing her clit with the water clashing down on their bodies. As if she wasn’t wet enough he spat on her cunt, thumb rubbing his saliva against her clit. She moaned his name, threw her head back and tried to stay stabilized - without stopping the movements of her hand.

They were desperate for some kind of release, wanting to push themselves over the edge. It was a treat for both of them, she’d worship him, would allow him to manhandle her, while he’d make her feel like a star reborn.

Bucky kept teasing her, his thumb would stray from her clit every now and then, letting go of her when her orgasm would creep closer, about to overcome her like a pegan of bad times, betokening the end of their bond.

“If you don’t fuck me in the next seconds I’ll ask Nikki.” Her rough voice danced up his frame. Bucky pushed her hand off his cock, and with his teeth pierced into his lower lip he pushed into her heat. Greedy like a woman that has never been fucked before, her walls clamped down on his cock, begging him to hold still as the most pornographic moan that has ever left (y/n) clawed through her.

“That’s it. Take my cock like the good girl you are. Make me proud, baby.” Bucky kept rambling, words that lost their strength as he fucked her with his hips snapping against hers. The water drowned out most of their sounds, keeping the things they were doing a secret, at least to the ones that kept waiting outside the bus.

His smudged eyeliner stuck to his cheeks, leaving dark stains behind, his wide eyes were focused on his cock, watching it disappear inside her cunt with every ferocious thrust. Addicted to one another like they were bound together by a spell.

“You’re so big, fuck, no other fucks me like you do.” Her praises left him smirking, hand finding her throat. He didn’t squeeze, didn’t use any strength, but just the feeling of his hand wrapped around her throat left her walls fluttering in anticipation.

“Good, you’re mine. You belong to me, you can only suck my cock, are we clear?” His thumb ran along her lower lip, but (y/n) didn’t have the strength to reply, the feeling of his cock being buried deep inside of her left her breathless. She struggled to keep on breathing, could feel her orgasm wandering up her limbs like a snake slithering along the dark sand, finding its prey to satisfy its every need.

“I asked you a question, didn’t I?” Bucky’s thrust grew even more ferocious, he was using her body, no longer did he care about her cries, no longer did he worry about her pleasure. It was all about him and his needs.

“I am yours, forever.” (Y/n) came with a cry bleeding from her swollen lips, head thrown back. Her limbs quivered, her orgasm buzzed through her as if his drum stick had connected with his drum, producing sounds that made one shiver. Bucky kept fucking her through her high, he was just as close, about to give in as he pulled out of her. His cum met her lower stomach, only to be washed away by the cold water in the next moment, disappearing down the drain.

“I knew it was smart to keep you around.” With one last kiss pressed to her lips he stepped out of the shower, dried himself and walked out of the bathroom, naked as on the day as he was born. (Y/n) shuffled back into her clothes and with a loopy grin glued to her lips she followed him outside.

Tonight was a good night, a night filled with laughter, shared kisses and lines of cocaine to fuel their highs.

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Devil’s Mark: The Proclamation

Pairing: Rockstar!Bucky x Fem!Reader

Summary: Your dance with the devil continues.

Word Count: 4.1k

Warnings: Violence, slapping, choking, indecent use of a gun (now I know why I had THIS saved in my drafts lmao), cheating???, emotional manipulation, degradation, unprotected p in v penetration, creampie, very mean Bucky, toxic relationship, this gets pretty dark and nasty

A/N: PLEASE DO NOT READ if you’re easily triggered by toxic relationships and violence, etc. This series is very idk sinful lmao anyway this is dedicated to @lokithealligator and @borikenlove who wouldn’t stop bugging me about finally updating this LMFAO JK ILY BOTH SO MUCH

And this might be the second to the last installment for this series woops 👀

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Bucky had you wrapped around his finger.

Anything he says, goes and not once did you complain nor question him. You believed every word he said, trusted him with your fucking life and you were always happy to oblige to his every command. When he said he loved how you looked at him like a god, he wasn’t wrong.

He was your god and you worshipped him in every way possible.

And for a long time, he worshipped you back and had his attention on you and you alone. More than a year together and you would think Bucky would want you to become more than just his pet, more than just his sweet and obedient lil’ munchkin.

You feared that Bucky would get tired of you, so you always made sure to obey him and do whatever he asked of you. He had you crawl onstage with your collar and leash on, made you touch yourself as you sat amidst the audience during his performance, carved your hip and sliced your thighs over and over again— you allowed him to degrade you and spit on your dignity.

People thought that Bucky was becoming too much; even his bandmates told him to tone down a bit. The press referred to him as Satan’s disciple and you as the Devil’s Magdalene— they called you many other names: a victim, a tainted saint, Bucky’s slave. None of which fazed you nor Bucky. In fact, he loved the attention you were getting even though it came along with humiliation and degradation.

They wrote articles about your relationship, calling it a twisted love story founded on nothing but pure sin.

But you loved it too and you were in love with it, the way Bucky used you, showed you off and owned you to the point of obsession.

You weren’t allowed to talk to other men, not even his bandmates. Your eyes remained on Bucky all the time and you were proud that you never failed him on this only rule he had imposed on you.

Which is why you were offended when you caught Bucky fucking someone else in his trailer. Apparently, the same rule didn’t apply to him.

There truly was no redemption for the devil.

“Hey, pretty little munchkin.” Bucky grinned at you before slamming his cock back into the blonde’s pussy.

She was bent over on the foot of the bed with Bucky standing behind her, his gloved hands gripping her thighs tightly keeping her in place. Your jaw dropped at the scene, even more at how Bucky didn’t seem to care that you caught him cheating on you.

“How does my pet feel about watching?” he winked, grunting and slapping the girl’s ass before cursing.

Your hands balled into fists at your side, tears gathered in your eyes and your chest ached at the sight. This was your only fear, something you had tried so hard to prevent by being Bucky’s obedient girl. You said yes to his every request, allowed him to humiliate you and all for what? For him to get tired of you that easily? To forget you the same way he did after the first time he had claimed your body?

You were a fool for thinking he wouldn’t do it again and yet here you were, witnessing the man you were completely crazy for, shove his cock into someone else’s cunt.

“C’mon, munchkin. Get on your knees and watch, could learn a thing or two from this slut.” he said, chuckling as he continued to fuck her from behind.

“No.”

It was crazy how it took you more than a year to utter that particular word. Bucky had asked to mutilate your body several times and you never said no to that. He had done so much worse to you and you let him, but this?

This was where you finally drew the line.

“Did you just fucking refuse me?” Bucky asked as he stilled his hips which earned a whimper from his new whore.

Tears rolled down your cheeks as you shook your head, “I don’t want to watch, Bucky. I can’t do it.” you said through gritted teeth, wiping away your tears.

Bucky scowled at you, “Well then, fuck off and get the hell out.”

You expected Bucky to get mad at you for refusing his command, you thought he would have stopped fucking the blonde and give you the best kind of punishment you could ever ask for. You would take it whatever it was; if he were to deny you of your orgasm for days or if he would be marking you with his knife and cigarettes again, you were totally fine with that.

He didn’t and that’s what angered you the most, how he instead told you to get out and leave him be as if he never really cared for you.

Your mother had called you a dirty whore who would burn in hell for what you have become, but Bucky’s words stung more than hers.

If Bucky thought that you were starting to bore him, you would show him how wrong he was for that.

You got off of Bucky calling you his good girl, his loyal pet. He was generous with his rewards whenever you pleased him and left him a satisfied man. If he was tired of all the obedience, would you get his attention back if you completely did the opposite?

A sinner or a saint, perhaps you’d try giving him a taste of both.

“God, yes. Fuck.”

Steve was a different kind of man as compared to Bucky, at least, when it came to fucking you. He let you have your way with him, let you take the reins and bounce on his cock instead of taking full control.

Your skirt was bunched up to your waist and your tight shirt was pulled up to reveal your breasts; you weren’t a pet to Steve; to him you were a woman and made you experience a different kind of pleasure as he watched your pussy swallow his dick. His cock was thick and girthier than Bucky’s, it stretched out your cunt in a painful yet delicious way. His large hands gripped your waist, guiding you up and down as you chased your climax.

It was fairly easy to come on to Steve and seduce him, he was adamant at first of course. He wasn’t just a bandmate to Bucky, he was his best friend. But after telling Steve what you had witnessed, eyes glassy and nose red from all the crying, the comfort he offered turned into something more.

While Bucky was the devil, Steve was an absolute angel.

You gripped the back of the couch tightly, changing your pace as you grinded down onto Steve as he bent down to lick your nipple. Throwing your head back, you let out a satisfied moan as you continued to fuck yourself on Steve’s cock.

When you were about to reach your orgasm, the door of Steve’s trailer slammed open and as if on cue, Bucky stepped inside.

“Steve, fuck! So good, fucking me so so good!” you intentionally moaned out loud, letting out a breathy chuckle afterwards.

“What the fuck?!”

Your laughter was cut short when Bucky yanked your hair, pulling you off from Steve and dragging you down to the ground. His eyes were dark as he looked at you angrily, you’d never seen them like that before. Bucky was fuming when he turned to Steve who quickly pulled up his pants and apologized.

“Stay the fuck away from her. I’m gonna fuckin’ kill you if I ever see you glance in her direction.” he warned before pulling you out of the trailer by your hair, ignoring the reactions of his bandmates when he passed by them.

Bucky pushed you into his trailer harshly, spinning you around and then gripping your throat so tight, you could feel his leather glove digging into your skin.

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing, sugar?” he asked, gritting his teeth.

Sugar, you fucking hated that. Ever since you caught him using that on other women, you’d grown to despise it. To you, it was more demeaning than your usual pet name.

It meant that you were back to being a nobody to Bucky.

You groaned and spit on Bucky’s face, smirking when it made him flinch. He released your throat and wiped it off before slapping your cheek with the back of his hand. You fought the urge to whimper from the sting, your mouth slacking as you adjusted your jaw. Licking your lips, you immediately tasted the metallic tang of your blood.

Bucky had slapped you so hard it made your lip burst.

“All this time I thought you were a good pet.” Bucky snickered.

“I was, until you decided I’m no longer enough for you.” you spat at Bucky, shoving his chest.

Bucky mockingly laughed, “Are you jealous?” he asked.

“So what if I am?!” you yelled, pushing him by his chest again. “I left my entire life behind to be with you! Spent more than a year being your good pet only for you to stuff your dick into some blonde bimbo’s pussy.”

Bucky rolled his eyes at you, chuckling, “You did that, not me. I didn’t ask you to give up everything. For fuck’s sake, you were the one who came crawling back to me.” he said.

You wiped away your tears and then shrugged, “Then why are you so mad that I was fucking Steve?” you asked with a bitter scoff.

“Why don’t you go back to fucking your sluts? If you’re tired of me, then there shouldn’t be any problem with letting Steve use me as he pleases.” you hissed and attempted to brush past Bucky but he was quick to grip your arm.

“You’re mine and only mine to use. You belong to me.” Bucky said in a low, rough voice.

You smirked, “Steve fucked me so much better than you ever did.”

The way Bucky’s eyes darkened was akin to an unpredicted storm. Your statement struck a nerve, it made him clench his jaw as he stared at you with burning rage. He sucked his teeth as he towered over you, his large hand finding its way back to your neck.

“Say that again, I fucking dare you.” Bucky warned in a low voice.

His hand remained on the side of your neck, not squeezing or anything. It just stayed there but you knew that one wrong word is all that it would take for him to move.

Your eyes took in Bucky’s every feature— his furrowed brows and dark eyes, his chapped lips that were twitching as he waited for you to say something. He looked like he was made by the gods, carved to perfection and brought to life only to destroy yours.

“Steve is better than you.” You said in one breath, lifting your brow confidently.

Bucky laughed, long and hard, and for a moment you feared him and what he could possibly do to you. Your breathing accelerated and your palms turned cold at the sight of him chuckling. The more you watched him, the more you realized what you truly felt for him.

You didn’t fear Bucky.

You were afraid of how much you were fucking in love with him.

“You’re dancing with the damn devil, baby.” Bucky said, letting his thumb caress the side of your neck before backhand slapping you again.

He didn’t allow you to recover from his slap and was quick to grip your face with his hand, “No one is better than me. I’m the fucking best.” He snarled at you.

You winced at the dull pain on your cheek, whining softly when Bucky tightened his hold on your face to the point of squeezing it as he pulled you closer.

“Looks like you need a fucking reminder that I don’t like to share and you don’t get to quit until I’m fucking done with you.” Bucky hissed before spitting on you and smearing it all over your face with his palm.

“You think you can go riding someone else’s dick just like that?” Bucky asked, forcing you down on your knees.

Biting your lip, you looked up at him and shook your head. Bucky yanked your hair and pulled your head back, patting your cheek as he commanded you to open your mouth.

Shoving two of his fingers in, you quickly began to suck it further into your mouth. However, Bucky pulled his fingers out and slapped you again, “Did I tell you to suck?” He asked angrily.

“No.” You breathed out. “No, I’m sorry, Bucky.” You said.

Bucky smirked, “Oh, so now you’re being obedient?” He mocked, lifting your shirt up to harshly pinch a nipple that made you yelp out in pain.

More obscenities flew out of Bucky’s mouth as he manhandled you until bruises began to bloom in different parts of your body. He hasn’t even touched you properly yet but you were already squirming as you knelt down in front of him, gagging on his fingers as he forced them to the back of your throat. Streaks of your tears glistened across your cheeks, emphasizing the red splotches on your skin from the way Bucky kept on slapping you.

“What do you want me to do?” Bucky asked as he gripped your throat.

“I want you to own me and only me.” you hoarsely responded, the words quickly flying out of your swollen lips as if you had practiced saying those over and over again.

Another slap.

“That’s fuckin’ selfish.” Bucky chuckled but the glint in his eyes gave away the fact that he enjoyed seeing you like this, so fucking desperate for him.

“Tell me you love me.” he demanded, letting go of your throat and moving over to sit on his couch.

You were speechless. Not once did Bucky bring up the topic about love, never even mentioned the word. Swallowing the lump in your throat, you crawled over to him and rested your palms on his knees.

“I love you.” you whispered, blinking up at him with doe eyes.

Bucky grinned, opening his legs wider before caressing your hair only for him to grab a fistful of it on your crown. “Yeah, you mean it?” he asked, yanking your head back as bent over you.

You tried to nod as much as you could despite his grip on your hair, “I do, I mean it. I love you, Bucky.” you said breathlessly.

You meant every word, that was how dedicated you were to Bucky. If he asked you to jump, you’d ask how high. If he asked you to kneel, you would in a split second. If he asked you to give up your entire life to be with him, he didn’t even have to ask because you already did.

You would kill for Bucky and you would die for him too.

Was this how true love felt?

“How much do you love me, munchkin?” he asked patronizingly, using the pet name you had grown to love and cherish.

But you didn’t want to be his munchkin anymore, you wanted to be so much more than just his pet. You wanted to be his, wanted Bucky to own you and you alone.

“I’d do anything for you, Bucky. I don’t want to be your pet, I just want to be yours, and you mine.” you said, as if you were desperately chanting the proclamation of faith.

Bucky was obviously enjoying this, seeing the power he had over you. His grin never faltered as he watched you plead and beg for him to make you his in a way he’d never owned someone before. A pet, a slave, a lover— there wasn’t even a word to describe what you wanted to be in Bucky’s life.

You loved him and you were unashamed that you were selfish and wanted him to be yours just as much as you were his.

“Oh, baby. You’re so fucked up, aren’t you?” he laughed. “Got my cock in so deep in your pretty little cunt, it had you fuckin’ obsessed with me.” he said before tutting at you, tightening his grip on your locks.

“But you broke my heart and let someone else’s cock inside that greedy pussy. You think I’m gonna let you off that easily?” he asked, finally releasing your hair.

He slapped your face again before gripping your cheeks, forcing you to look back at him, “You’re gonna have to prove that you love and trust me with your life. And maybe, just maybe...I’m gonna let you own me too.” Bucky said, pushing you back as he stood up from his couch.

Bucky moved to one of his drawers and pulled it open, his eyes kept on glancing over at you as he rummaged through his stuff. You remained on your knees as you watched him pull out a gun from his drawer, wiggling it in his hand as he winked at you.

“Not gonna lie, I thought about bringing you back to Steve’s trailer and making you watch what I’m capable of when provoked. But I’m not stupid and I’m not a fuckin’ murderer.” he laughed as he walked back to sit on the couch.

“So maybe, I’ll just have you prove yourself to me instead.” he announced with a shrug.

Your eyes were wide and glassy as you followed the movement of Bucky’s hands as he checked if the gun was loaded. He slid the magazine back in, removed the safety and racked the gun before pointing it at you.

“You said you love, didn’t you?” Bucky taunted and you nodded eagerly.

“Would you die for me, baby?” he asked with a pout.

The glint in Bucky’s eyes when you nodded without any ounce of hesitation made your chest swell with pride. Would his other bitches die for him? You were confident that they wouldn’t. You knew you were different from them and you needed Bucky to know that.

“Fuckin’ hell. I think I might have fallen in love with you. Goddammit, you’re a crazy, little whore? D’you know that? I fucking love it.” he said excitedly, motioning for you to come closer.

Bucky asked you to stand up and remove all your clothes before commanding you to straddle his waist. His hand traced the skin on your thighs as it moved higher, cupping your tit before slapping it hard, making you wince in pain.

You kept your eyes on Bucky’s as he teased you with his touches, your gaze unfaltering even when he brought the loaded gun and pressed the tip of the barrel to your lips.

“Suck.” he asked.

Opening your mouth, you give the underside of the barrel a slow lick before taking it in your mouth in its entirety. No fear, just trust. No hesitation, just pure desperation.

Bucky bit his lip as he watched you suck his gun, he tried to get a rise out of you. He wanted to test your faith and see whether putting his finger against the trigger would send you scurrying away. But you didn’t and instead, took the gun deeper into your mouth as if you were proving yourself to be worthy of his loyalty as well.

He grunted at the sight of you following his every command, his pants tightening when you started moaning.

If Bucky wanted you to prove your love for him, you would prove it to him alright. No matter what it takes. You aren’t wearing his initials on your skin for nothing.

“Good girl.” he groaned, slipping the glistening gun out from your mouth before using its tip to trace your body from your neck down to your mound.

“You gonna let me fuck you with this thing?” he asked you.

The way you responded made Bucky hiss from satisfaction, his cock twitching when you quickly positioned your cunt above his gun instead of answering his question. A string of curses left his lips when you started bouncing up and down his gun, whining at the slight pain from being stretched open with its girth.

Your hands grabbed onto Bucky’s shoulders for support as you rocked your hips against it, not giving a single damn whether it was loaded. One slight move of Bucky’s finger could move the trigger and yet you didn’t care.

He started moving the gun in and out of your dripping cunt, meeting your hips whenever you slammed back down on it.

“Such a fucking whore for me, look at you.” Bucky teased, twisting the gun inside you, making you wail from the unique sensation.

Bucky took the gun out from your cunt and set it aside before he rushed to take his hard cock out of the confines of his pants. You slapped his hand away from his shaft and took control, aligning it against your throbbing pussy before sinking down on it.

A chorus of groans filled the air as you rode Bucky, nails digging into the pale skin of his shoulders leaving crescent-shaped marks. He bent down and took a nipple in his mouth, his tongue laving at it before he took it in between his teeth.

“Bucky, fuck. Please…” you whined and threw your head back.

A slap on the ass made you keen, “Tell me I fucked you better than Steve did. Tell me I’m the best you ever had.” he growled, giving your ass another hard smack.

With Bucky’s cock hitting just the right spot, you could only whimper in response as you met his hips whenever he thrusted back into you. Another slap landed on your ass when you failed to use your words. Bucky gripped your throat as he fucked you like that, primal and possessive.

“C’mon, I thought you loved me? Want me to quit you and go back to fucking other sluts?” he threatened.

Hating it whenever he taunted you that way, you couldn’t hold back from slapping Bucky across his face, “They won’t let you fuck them the way I let you fuck me.” you rasped out confidently despite the tightening grip of Bucky’s hand around your throat.

Bucky scowled at your retaliation and pistoled his hips harder into you, gritting his teeth as he choked you. “Then tell me I’m the fucking best and I’ll let you have me.” he finally said.

Tears spilled from the corner of your eyes when you felt your oxygen slowly slip away from your entire body. Bucky literally had your life in his hands— he owned all of you in that moment. He owned you the way you wanted him to.

“You fucked me better than Steve. You’re the best, Bucky. I’m yours, all yours.” you choked.

As soon as Bucky released your throat, your cunt clenched around his cock. The way he fucked you while restricting your airway gave you a pleasure that only Bucky could coax out of you. You came violently on his cock, with your entire body trembling and your eyes rolling to the back of your skull.

You let out a silent scream as you wrapped your arms around Bucky’s shoulders, clinging onto him tightly as he continued fucking you until ropes of his seed spilled inside of you. The warmth of his cum in your cunt made your body twitch, your wetness gushing out together with his release and dripping all over his thighs and couch.

Like a church in the deep of the night, it was quiet and calm in Bucky’s trailer for once. Mingled breaths and soft whimpers echoed in the air, providing you some sense of comfort amidst the chaos that Bucky invaded your life with.

“You’re a goddamn sinner, babe.” Bucky breathlessly chuckled, gently pushing you off from his chest to hold you at arm’s length.

You grinned at him, feeling sated and relieved that you were back on his good side. The way Bucky gazed at you was almost similar to how you looked at him. Your heart pounded when he caressed your cheek, it was probably the first time he was gentle with you.

Holding the back of your neck, Bucky pulled you in for a breathtaking kiss. It wasn’t rushed and sloppy like the usual kisses you had shared. It was possessive yet passionate, the kind that left you wanting more even though you were losing your breath already.

It was a short kiss that felt like a lifetime.

Pulling back, Bucky traced your bottom lip with his tongue before smiling at you. “I think I love you too, babe. How could I not when you’re so fucking obsessed with me?” he said.

His declaration made you smile; you felt validated, like everything you did for Bucky was worth it. You’d given up your wings for the devil’s trust and now, you finally earned it.

“I own you and I always will. But I’ll never be yours.” Bucky whispered and sealed his deception with yet another kiss.

It tasted of betrayal.

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jobean12-blog · 1 year

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Lined with Love

Pairing: Eddie Munson x reader

Word Count: 1,104

Summary: You love when Eddie does your nails and it gives you an idea for something else fun!

Author’s Note: After writing my little make up shopping story with Bucky I was thinking about how fun it would be to do Eddie’s hair and make up and just that kind of fun and I missed him lots so this happened. Thank you all so much for reading! Much love always! ❤️❤️❤️Divider by the sweet @firefly-graphics thank you Daisy!🥰

Warnings: lots of soft, fun and sweet fluff

Gif NOT MINE: Credit goes to @his-name-is-ed thank you lovely🥰

Eddie Munson Masterlist

“What color do you want sweetheart?”

“You pick!”

Eddie smiles as he sifts through your bottles of nail polish, picking one up here and there to look at the color.

“Got it,” he says, holding up the bottle of a red color.

“What’s the name?” you ask, smiling when you see him smirk.

“Fire and Ice.”

“Perfect.”

He takes your hand in his, gently holding your pinky between his fingers as he starts to paint. His hair hangs loosely around his face, one particular curl always falling in front of his eyes even as he tries to blow it away.

“Hang on babe,” you tell him, smiling when he lifts his eyes questioningly.

“I’m going to get your hair out of the way,” you explain.

Taking the scrunchie from your wrist you move behind him and gather his hair between your fingers, careful of your pinky, and tie it back and out of his face.

When you come back around his front you tuck a short stray curl behind his ear and bring his lips to yours for a quick kiss.

“There we go,” you hum.

“Thanks angel,” he winks.

He takes your hand once again and begins to paint, his tongue darting out with his concentration. You giggle and he looks up, his big brown eyes sparkling.

“What?” he asks.

“Nothin’,” you reply, digging your teeth into your bottom lip.

He playfully narrows his eyes and then drops his focus back to your nails. His tongue peeks out from the corner of his mouth and you can’t stop your hand from reaching up to try to push it back in.

“Hey!” he says, pouting.

“Sorry! Couldn’t help it,” you snicker.

“Don’t make me mess up your nails angel,” he warns but you see the smile playing on his lips.

“I’ll be good,” you promise.

When he’s finished with your one hand he studies each finger, using his own short fingernails to wipe away any excess polish as best he can.

You lift your hand and twinkle your fingers.

“They look great Eddie!”

He smiles proudly and takes your other hand in his.

When he’s done with both and has applied the topcoat to each hand he starts lightly blowing across your fingers.

“This is a great color,” he muses. “Maybe I’ll use it next.”

“We can match,” you say sweetly. “Thanks for doing my nails Eddie.”

He places soft kisses across your knuckles. “Anytime baby.”

You lean back against his bed and rest your hands on your knees to let them dry.

Eddie picks up his guitar and starts to strum some chords. You watch and listen and when he notices you staring he blows you a kiss.

“Can I do your make up?” you suddenly ask, your face brightening.

He abruptly stops playing and holds your gaze, studying you with a tilt of his head.

“Sure,” he finally says, shrugging. “Why not?”

You let out a triumphant whoop and throw your arms around his neck, nearly knocking him over.

“This is gonna be so fun!”

You sit him down on the floor in front of you and open up your caboodle, pulling out various items.

“Ok, I definitely wanna do your eyes because they’re so beautiful,” you tell him. “A rockstar look.”

“Hell yeah baby,” he agrees.

You pull out a soft headband and hand it to him. “Put his on.”

He turns it over in his hands and stretches it then tries to put it over his head.

“Like this?” he asks, nearly choking himself.

“Wait,” you laugh and help him with his hair.

Once it’s on you lift it up and secure it over his head, pushing all his hair away from his face. A smile teases your lips and he starts to feel around the top of his hair.

“Is my hair sticking up?” he asks you.

“No, you just look so cute!”

“Ok…if you say so angel.”

When you pull out a small, angled brush and some eyeliner he plucks the liner from your hand and opens the top, looking it over.

“Wow,” he mutters. “You know how to use this thing?”

“It took practice but yeah.”

“Ok, close your eye,” you instruct as you lift the liner pen.

He does as you say and patiently waits, staying still, as you line the top lid of one of his eyes.

“Open up now.”

His eye pops open and you look him over.

“Eddie,” you purr.

“Looks good angel?” he asks, his tone haughty.

“Lemme do the other.”

After doing the other one then lining the bottoms of each eye you take your mascara out.

“One last thing.”

You pull out the wand and lean close to his face, running the brush over his already long and dark lashes. His arms circle your waist and his fingers slip under your shirt. You squirm with a giggle.

“Eddie,” you chide lightly. “Don’t make me smudge!”

You carefully take off the headband and run your fingers through his hair before sitting back on your haunches and letting your eyes wander over his face.

“You look hot!”

He shoots up off the floor and rushes to the mirror to check his appearance.

“Wow…I love it.”

He leans toward the mirror, examining his eyes more closely. “Badass!”

You slide up behind him and wrap your arms around his middle. “I love it too!”

“I love you,” he says, his eyes on you in the reflection.

He turns to face you, his hands falling to your hips, flexing on the soft flesh to drag you flush against him. You press your hands to his chest, your newly painted nails glinting under the lights as you dance them higher until they wind around his neck and delve into his hair.

One of his hands ghosts along your curves, sliding higher until his knuckles brush your cheek, then his fingertips skim your throat before curling around your face to draw you closer.

His lips brush yours then dip lower, his teeth scraping along your pulse point before his mouth trails warm kisses over your collarbone. With the press of his thumb under your chin he tilts your head back and moves his lips along the column of your neck before finding your mouth.

You meet his coal lined eyes, your lips hovering just centimeters apart, and whisper, “I really like this look on you.”

He grins, smug, and waggles his eyebrows. “Maybe you can do it for my next show.”

“Mm hm,” you whisper, tugging on his curls until his lips brush yours.

“Angel,” he murmurs, his eyelashes kissing his cheeks just before he kisses you.

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My Thighs Are Connected To You

Part of the Backstage Pass (rockstar Bucky/Steve/Nat/Clint) series [Bucky's birthday edition]

Rating: Explicit (MINORS DNI) Parings: rockstar!Bucky Barnes x rockstar!Steve Rogers x female!reader

Word Count: 4361

Summary: It's Bucky's birthday, and special accommodations are required to grant his birthday wish.

Warnings: BDSM, BDSM scene, threesome, rope bondage, gags strap on, anal sex/fingering/fisting/gaping (no prolapse), face fucking, choking/gagging/retching on cock (no vomit), vaginal fingering, cunnilingus, spit roasting, filming, spit kink, praise kink, aftercare, dom/sub, dom Steve, sub reader, sub Bucky, top Steve, top reader, bottom Bucky, pet names (doll/dollface/kitten)

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Scott put his foot down, and said you weren’t allowed to tie the super soldiers up in the RV anymore. Bucky enjoyed being tied up immensely, and sometimes forgot his own strength. Scott’s last straw was when Bucky had torn a hole clear through the side of the RV because the RV gave before the handcuffs did. The band was waylaid for three weeks because Scott had to park it in a parking garage in Bumfuck, Nowhere while he hunted down the supplies he needed to fix it.

So Bucky makes Scott drive 250 miles out of his way to a BDSM club in Vegas where you and Steve could rent a room for a few hours to give Bucky what he wanted for his birthday, and spare any collateral damage to the RV.

The arrival in Vegas was delayed by three days because of Bucky and Scott’s petty bickering. Scott bitched about how pampered—how downright spoiled rotten—Bucky’s genitals were, and Bucky continually threatened to ride right on the goddamned dashboard with his cock out, just so Scott could get a real good look at exactly how spoiled it actually fucking was.

Scott was taking his time getting there just to be a bitch, which is ridiculous, because the whole reason for going was for his benefit—to spare his beloved RV. So you tell Scott if he doesn’t stop dicking around and get you there you’d stick your boot so far up his ass he’d taste the gum stuck to the sole. Then you’d threatened to park your boot in Bucky’s ass if he didn’t stop needling Scott constantly. His response was to growl, “Don’t threaten me with a good time, kitten,” but he’d thankfully moved to glowering at Scott from the couch for the time being.

Clint, Nat, and Steve take bets about whose ass would taste shoe leather first: Bucky or Scott. Nat’s money was on Scott and his wicked stubborn streak. Knowing what a pain in the ass Bucky could be once he was wound up, that’s where Steve’s money was. Clint had gone rogue, doubling down and betting it’d be both. He shrugs and explains, “Well, she does have two boots, after all.”

So, three days late, and one very surly Bucky later, you and Steve are unpacking a duffel bag full of supplies in a meticulously clean red and black room.

Impatient to get started, Bucky starts acting like a busybody and getting underfoot, so Steve tells him to be still, or he’ll cancel Bucky’s birthday entirely. Now he’s perched quietly on the chair in the corner, legs folded underneath him, watching with owlish eyes.

“Why don’t you help him undress?” Steve suggests to you.

Bucky pipes up, “I’m a grown man, I don’t need help undressing.”

“Shut your cock holder, Barnes,” Steve shoots back, bristling.

You pinch Bucky’s cheek and say, “Will you please just let us spoil you?” Then you baby talk, “It’s your birthday after all.”

“Not anymore,” he grumbles quietly.

You choose to ignore his remark, and tug his clothes off, piece by piece. Every item of clothing you take off of him eases the annoyed crease in his brow a little bit more.

“I’m almost ready for you, Buck. Why don’t you help our girl undress?”

You smile at Bucky angelically. “Now that’s what I’m talkin’ about. C’mere, kitten.” He pats his lap, and murmurs a quiet good girl when you comply. He undresses you, but sprinkles a liberal amount of kissing and touching between each item of clothing he removes. You’re both giggling and grinding against each other by the time he’s done.

“Okay, okay,” Steve lifts you off Bucky, “that’s enough, children. You, here.” He snaps his fingers and points to you then a spot on the floor in front of him.

“Aye, aye, Captain.” A low growl rolls out of him at the title. You see he’s splendidly naked now too, and you give a quiet wolf whistle.

He helps you step into a black leather strap-on harness that he buckles around your hips, complete with a heavy purple cock that’s so thick you have to use both hands to get your fingers all the way around it, and so long it hangs nearly to your knees. Then he buckles a short knife in a sheath around your bare thigh. You’re giggling and bouncing around the room on the balls of your feet to test the new weight tilting your hips forward and subtly changing your center of gravity.

Several minutes later, Steve asks, “Dollface, can you bring me your panties?”

“Yes, Stevie,” you dig them out of the pile of clothes and take them to him.

While you were flouncing around playing with your new dick, Steve—operating with precision and efficiency—has put Bucky on his knees, and tied him up like a gift. Red and white rope twists around his legs, frog-tying his thick, muscular thighs to his calves, keeping him kneeling on the ebony hardwood floor. His arms are bound behind his back, forearms joined with navy blue and white rope, strapped down to his chest, each hand hanging below the opposite elbow. Another length of red rope knotted around his neck to fashion a short leash with a heavy duty carabiner hanging from the end.

“Bucky,” you gasp, “you look beautiful.”

Softly, Bucky replies, “Thank you.” He keeps his head down, a curtain of shiny chestnut hair falling around his face.

“We both have knives, dollface,” he pats the sheaths strapped to his thick thigh and yours, “your panties are in his hand. If he drops them, we cut him out of the ropes. No questions, no hesitation.” Steve’s the boss, so you nod. He’s already gone over everything with you, several times in the last couple days, but it’s important stuff, because even though Bucky could get out of the ropes if he really wanted to, he shouldn’t have to. In order to fully let himself go, he’s trusting Steve—and by extension, you—to take care of him.

“Watch,” he tells you. He pinches Bucky’s chin and tips his face upwards. Bucky’s eyes don’t follow his face upward, but hover somewhere around Steve’s navel. “Buck,” it’s low, sharp, and commanding, and when Steve says it, Bucky’s crystalline eyes snap up to meet his. His eyes are wide and glassy, gaze attentive and expectant. “Open,” Steve’s hardly gotten the word out and Bucky’s mouth falls open. He slips the ring of a spider gag between Bucky’s teeth. As Steve buckles the strap of the gag behind his head, you watch Bucky’s pupils blow wide, eating up the ocean of blue.

Steve runs a thumb bearing a crown tattoo over the sharp angle of Bucky’s scruffy jaw, knuckles tattooed with S L U T skritch through his short beard. “So good for us, Buck.” His eyes flutter shut and he nuzzles his cheek into Steve’s palm. Steve slips two fingers past the wide o-ring, and pushes them to the back of Bucky’s throat, digging for his gag reflex until he chokes wetly. His tongue pushes a runnel of drool over his lip to course down the scruff on his cleft chin and patter onto the wood floor.

“Now, our pretty girl is going to fuck you with her big cock, and if you’re very, very good for her I’ll get your cunt nice and wet and fist fuck it as a reward. Can you be good for us?” Bucky whimpers, a loud sound without the shelter of his lips to hide behind. He nods so vigorously a hank of hair falls in his eyes, and he tries desperately to shake it out of his face so he can keep his eyes on Steve.

Steve chuckles and removes the ponytail holder from his wrist, and starts to put Bucky’s hair into a half bun to keep it out of his eyes. To you he says, “You can go ahead. He put a plug in this morning, so just pull it out, lube up a little, and go to town. Don’t be shy either, he can take it.”

You nod at Steve, and bend to place a soft kiss on Bucky’s cheek. His eyes drift shut again, and he leans into your lips just enough to make your heart skip a beat.

Behind Bucky, you find a few supplies Steve has laid out. For you, there’s a bottle of lube and a bath towel. You kneel behind Bucky, tugging at the end of the thick black plug stuffed in his ass, you gently work it out of him. You drop the plug onto the towel, and drizzle some lube into your palm and use both hands to spread it over the purple dildo. You bracket his legs with yours and feed the thick head into Bucky.

A muscle in his flank twitches like he wants to push back onto you but is fighting it, and you smooth a hand over the shuddering muscle, quietly shushing him while you work your cock into him. The hair on the back of your neck stands up like there are eyes on you, and look up to find Steve watching you intently. One hand on Bucky’s chin to keep his face tilted up, and the other stroking over his leaking cock, precome dribbling off the heavy PA piercing, and bobbing inches from Bucky’s face with each stroke.

“Fucking gorgeous,” he says to Bucky’s upturned face. You nod, not realizing that he means both you and Bucky were astoundingly beautiful.

Loud groans issue from Bucky’s throat, as thick and sweet as treacle. When your hips are flush with his cheeks you make several firm, shallow thrusts and the meat of Bucky’s ass ripples with the percussive impact. Then you pull out nearly all the way to fuck back in hard, and the noises stop abruptly as Steve slides his cock past the o-ring in the gag. A thrill shoots up your spine, and your cunt dribbles slick. You never thought you’d be at this end of a spitroast, and you made a mental note to extravagantly thank Bucky later for wanting this for his birthday.

Bucky’s body is rocking backwards as Steve is throat-fucking him so hard it’s pushing him onto your dick. Steve starts to fuck his face in earnest, pushing wet glottal slaps out of the tight channel.

“God, fuck. So good for us, Buck,” Steve grunts.

“So good,” you echo.

Bucky gags thickly, and Steve grins down at him, “Yeah. That’s right. I fucking want you to choke on it.” He cups a hand around the back of Bucky’s head, and holds his cock deep in his throat. Your hips slap against Bucky’s ass pushing Steve’s length incrementally farther down his throat. Bucky tries several times to swallow around the intrusion, but it just makes Steve groan and grind his pelvis against Bucky’s face.

He holds him there like that for an impossibly long time, until, finally, Bucky begins to fight a little, struggling against the restraining hand. You wonder if Bucky is going to drop your panties, but his fingers don’t loosen around them one bit.

Still, Steve isn’t letting up. “I told you to fucking choke,” Steve growls through clenched teeth. A beat later, Bucky retches.

Baring his teeth, Steve snarls, “Again.” Bucky’s toes curl against your legs, and he loudly heaves. Steve lets out a rattling groan, and comes down Bucky’s throat before pulling out completely. Bucky’s head tilts down, and he coughs and hacks up a wad of foamy spit, come, and bile onto the floor. Some of it gets caught on the gag, and hangs messily from his chin in ropes. Bucky’s breathing is quick, wet, and painful sounding. His cock is excruciatingly hard, leaking a puddle of precome on the floor between his legs.

Steve walks to stand behind you, and gives a low hum of admiration. “Buck, you should see how amazing our girl looks right now. She’s doing such a good job. I bet it feels incredible. Doll, do you mind if I take a video?”

You watch Bucky’s hole clench around your cock when you breathily answer, “Sure, Stevie.”

Steve retrieves his phone from his pants, and fires up the camera. He starts filming farther behind you, and slowly pans over your shoulder. It’s a pristine view of your hips pushing the big purple cock in and out of Bucky’s messy hole. Steve’s fingers trace around his rim and he murmurs directions to you: go harder, and fuck him faster, and yeah just like that, with a groaned good girl, when you obey his orders. He flips the camera around to get a shot of your flushed and sweat-dampened face to go with the breathy moans you’re making. He turns his face into yours for a kiss, and you meet him halfway, your hips never faltering while Steve’s tongue plunges into your mouth.

“Okay, stop, doll,” he says after awhile, gingerly tugging your cock out of Bucky, “Nono, stay where you are,” he gently restrains you when you try to move away. He keeps his phone aimed at Bucky’s ass. “Get your fingers in there. Yeah, that’s good.” Steve directs like he’s producing an award-winning film, “Two’s fine. Like that. Yeah. Mmm. Use both hands. Spread them out. Open him up. Good girl. Fuck yeah. Just like that.”

You’ve got two fingers from each hand hooked inside of Bucky’s rim, and Steve has you pull him open, so he can get a good look at the gape you’d created with your thick dildo. He noses along your neck, to murmur in your ear, “See that?” He spanks Bucky’s asshole with his fingertips to watch it quiver. “You did that. You wrecked his cunt. Looks so fucking good, don’t it? That was all you, dollface. You fucked him so fucking good.” Hovering over Bucky’s ass with the camera zoomed in on his hole, he expertly hawks a wad of spit so it lands right inside of the gape. He chases it with three fingers. “You fucked him good, now I'm gonna get my fist in his guts and fuck him stupid.”

He unbuckles the harness around your hips and tosses the strap-on onto the bath towel. “But first,” he stands, dragging you up next to him, and hooking his chin over your shoulder. He takes up his camera again, aiming it at your face, “I bet you’re so fucking wet right now.” He dips his fingers between your legs. He hisses when he feels how soaked you are, pushes his fingers into you and makes your hips buck. He catches your wanton moan on camera, then directs the view to his fingers, shiny with your juices. “You’re fucking dripping, doll. I bet you wanna come.” His voice is low and husky in your ear and when you whine, you can feel the smile that curls over his lips.

“Come on, sweetheart,” he tosses his phone aside and offers you his hand, a gentlemanly gesture that seems out of place in a room where one of your boyfriends is tied up, and about to have your other boyfriend’s fist inside of him. He pushes you down to the floor in front of Bucky, and spreads your thighs wide. Bucky doesn’t move, but he’s eyeing your pussy like he’s starving for it. His face is a mess, dried tear tracks down his cheeks, drool steadily coursing down his chin, he looks absolutely ruined. Steve removes the spider gag, and tugs on the leash that dangles from his neck. He clips the carabiner at the end to a heavy o-ring embedded in the floor. This puts Bucky’s face a couple inches above your pussy. Close enough that you can feel his shaky exhales ghosting across your cunt.

“Tell him what you want, doll,” Steve says as he pushes his fingers into your pussy. He pumps his fingertips against your g-spot, and you moan. A desperate sound leaks from Bucky’s throat. “Tell him what to do. Use him to get yourself off,” Steve purrs in your ear. It makes you even wetter, eliciting obscene squelches when Steve’s thick digits push into you. He takes one of your nipples into his mouth, you arch into him, and his fingers pump faster and faster. His palm grinds against your clit and your hips buck into his hand. Soon the quivering walls of your cunt are clenching down on Steve’s fingers, and you’re shouting his name while you come. Bucky is still hovering above you, a wounded look on his face, with a forlorn whimper trapped behind his lips.

Steve stuffs his slick-covered fingers into Bucky’s mouth, and his lips automatically seal around them, sucking and tonguing at them, hungry for a taste of you. He tugs Bucky’s leash until his face is flush with your pussy. “Tell him what to do. Use him,” Steve reminds you before he stands and grabs his phone again before disappearing behind Bucky.

Bucky’s lips are quivering against your cunt, but he doesn’t move to taste you. His eyes are on yours, and there's a soft and questioning look on his face. This is not at all the Bucky you’ve come to know. Usually handsy, commanding, demanding, he takes what he wants. Now you’re the one who gets to take, and it gives you goosebumps.

“Tongue out, Buck,” and you’re proud that your voice only wavers a small amount, and doesn’t belie how turned on you are. Bucky’s tongue slips shakily out of his mouth, brushing up against your folds. His eyes shut and he groans long and low at your taste. You grab the hair at the nape of his neck and pull his tongue deeper into your cunt. “Lick,” you moan as he immediately picks up the order, shaking his head side to side to get as deep as he can, slurping and tongue fucking your cunt like his life depends on it.

Steve is behind him, slicking up his fist, and pushing lube from a big jar into Bucky’s ass. He feeds four fingers into him and a shudder ripples up Bucky’s spine. After a few push-pulls of his fingers up to the web of his thumb, Steve adds his thumb by folding it into his palm and nudges his whole hand past Bucky’s stretched out rim. He balls his meaty hand into a fist and strums his knuckles against Bucky’s prostate until he sobs against your pussy.

You’re damn close to coming on Bucky’s tongue, but when he starts grunting rhythmically, you know you need to see what Steve is doing. You speed up your orgasm by making Bucky wrap his lips around your clit. When you come, Bucky slurps at your gash until you have to physically pull his face from between your lips using his hair. You scoot out from under him, and he lets his face sink to the floor, his cheek resting on the cool hardwood. Everything below his nose is shiny with your juices, and he’s mouthing the word fuck, but sound isn’t coming out of him anymore.

Steve told Bucky he was going to wreck his cunt, and that’s exactly what he’s doing. Steve’s using his balled up fist to punch-fuck Bucky’s ass: his fist coming all the way out of Bucky before punching back in. It looks brutal, but judging by the way Bucky’s drooling on the floor right now, you’d wager, if he could speak, he’d tell you he was somewhere north of heaven right now.

With the hand that isn’t wrecking Bucky, Steve is filming with his phone. When you sidle up beside him he sets it aside, and sinks his fist deep into Bucky, almost up to his fucking elbow, pushing a moan out of the kneeling man, like he’s Steve’s goddamned puppet. Steve gives you a deep kiss. He presses your foreheads together and asks, “Did you come, doll?” You nod, and he looks very pleased. “I’m glad. You’re doing so well. So good for me. Do you wanna help me?” He chuckles at the slow smile that spreads across your face.

He nods at the jar of lube beside him, and instructs you to smear a generous amount on your hand and over your wrist. Then he holds out his lube-shiny hand with his fingers spread so you can interlace your fingers with his. You sit on his lap, and he slowly pushes your combined hands into Bucky. Now much more gently, Steve slides you both shallowly back and forth. You’ve fingered both of the guys before, but this? This is beyond out of this world. This was a whole other planet entirely. Nothing could possibly have prepared you for how amazing it felt to have Bucky so vulnerable in front of you, and to feel the pulse of his heartbeat wrapped around your fist. You hiss an awed curse.

“Okay, doll. We’re gonna make him come now, then we’ll cut him loose.” He directs the pressure over Bucky’s prostate again, and Bucky starts whining pleasepleaseplease quietly.

“Tell him, doll,” Steve says quietly, jerking his chin toward Bucky, “tell him he can come. Tell him how good he is.”

“Bucky? Babe? You’ve been so good for us. You did such a good job today. ‘M so proud of you. We want you to come for us. Be a good boy and come for us. Now.”

An incoherent noise warbles out of Bucky, his ass quivering weakly around you and Steve’s wrists. His cock jerks when he comes hard, splashing hot, salty fluid over his thighs and chest.

Steve gives Bucky’s body a moment to come down from his orgasm, then gently works your hands free of Bucky’s sloppy hole one at a time. Steve rises to his knees and strips his cock a few times with the hand that was just inside of Bucky, and comes in hot ropes over his gaping hole.

He motions to your knife, and you help him carefully cut the ropes off Bucky. Steve helps him sit up, and when Bucky’s arm goes around his neck Steve scoops him up and bridal carries him to the low, blanket-covered bed against one wall, rolling him over onto his stomach. He sends you into the attached bathroom and instructs you to bring back a couple cold, and a couple warm wet washcloths.

Steve uses the warm washcloths to mop up the mess on Bucky’s face, and to gingerly clean his well-used hole. You use the cool washcloths to wipe the sweat off his skin. You also have a soft cloth you use to dry Bucky’s vibranium arm after you’ve wiped it down. You don’t offer to remove it for a more thorough cleaning, because, unless it’s really bothering him, he tends to feel helpless and off-kilter without it.

Steve has a bottle of massage oil, and squeezes some into his palms and begins rubbing Bucky’s legs, up to his lower back, all the way up to his neck, paying special attention to the muscles around his vibranium shoulder, because they’re always extra tight from the added weight.

Sitting on the floor next to the bed, you bring a bottle of water with a straw in it to Bucky’s lips, and he smiles at you gratefully before taking several pulls from the straw. You have a chocolate bar for him too, and you break off small pieces of it and feed it to him, encouraging him to take sips of water between each bite.

You and Steve both murmur generous amounts of praise to Bucky as you take care of him. When Steve rolls him over to massage his quads and chest, you take Bucky’s head into your lap and work the ponytail holder out of his hair and run a comb through it until there are no more knots in it and it fans out around his head like a soft chestnut halo.

Steve finishes massaging Bucky then leaves him with you for a moment so he can restore a little order to the room. Bucky rolls onto his side, nuzzles his face into your stomach and wraps his arms around your side, squeezing gently.

He looks up at you, smiling at you so sweetly and says, “Hi, kitten,” in a husky whisper.

You run a soothing hand over his shoulder and smile at him. “Hi, Buck,” you murmur. “Did you have a good time? Are you okay?”

He nods an affirmative, and smiles at you. You carefully trace some of the rope marks that criss-cross his chest and arms, softly telling him they look so pretty where they twist and twirl over his pale, tattooed skin. He preens as the compliment.

Steve’s back with a bottle of water for you. He’s chugging a bottle of his own, and indicates wordlessly that you needed to do the same. You drink some, and eat a bit of the chocolate bar, popping pieces into Bucky’s mouth too when he opens it.

“You did really well,” Bucky purrs at you. “Thank you.”

“Bucky, thank you for trusting me enough to let me help Stevie.”

“You both did very well,” Steve interjects. “Now let's have a little nap and then a shower before we wear out the welcome on this room.”

Steve motions for you to scoot against Bucky’s front, and he wraps his arms around you, pulling you to his tattooed chest. Then Steve swaddles you both in the blanket. Steve curls around Bucky’s back, but goes up on one arm and uses a big palm to turn Bucky’s head around to face him. He traces gently over Bucky’s cheek and they kiss so tenderly. They press their foreheads together and murmur words of love and gratitude between them, until Steve instructs Bucky to sleep. Then Steve’s hand drapes over Bucky’s hip to squeeze yours. Bucky catches your thigh between his, and reaches to cup his metal palm over your ass to make sure you stay close.

Bracketed by his two favorite people, and cocooned in their warm arms, Bucky is the first one of you to drift off to sleep.

#bucky barnes x steve rogers x reader #bucky barnes x steve rogers x you #bucky barnes x steve rogers x female!reader #stucky x reader #stucky x you #stucky x female!reader #bucky barnes #bucky barnes smut #steve rogers #steve rogers smut #rockstar au #rockstar!steve rogers #rockstar!bucky barnes #dom!steve #sub!bucky #sub!reader #top!steve

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tom-holland-parker · 3 years

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TOM-HOLLAND-PARKER MASTERLIST

who I write for:

Tom Holland

Peter Parker

Arvin Russel

Sebastian Stan (On hold for now)

Bucky Barnes

TAGLIST

Kinktober masterlist 2021

Kinktober masterlist 2022

Sugar daddy AU survey

Champagne Problems:

Summary: Tom asked you a life changing question but you can’t give the right answer.

Warning: Themes of mental health issues such as depression and Eating disorders

Word count: 1481

Late nights:

Summary: Tom has spent more time memorizing his script than he does sleeping.

Word count: 488

A Classroom Visit:

Summary: Tom visit your kindergarten class one day to drop off your lunch bag. Now all your students know you date Spiderman

Word count: 1063

Detective!Tom

No body No crime:

Summary: Tom knows you had something to do with the victims disappearance and its driving his crazy that you don’t crack easily

Warning: Murder?? Sexual innuendos, Cops

Word Count: 1412

Rockstar!Tom

Rockstar:

Summary: It’s a tradition for Tom to fuck you before going on stage

Warning: Smut, cursing

Word count: 700

Scotty Doesn't Know: (Prologue to Rockstar)

Summary: The story on how you’re relationship with Tom began

Warning: Smut, violence, and cheating

Word count: 2324

Mob!Tom

What Baby:

Summary: Dating the leader of the toughest gang in London was bound to gain you enemies. So after one particular encounter Y/N in sent to the hospital to recover but they didn’t expect this news

Warning: Car crash, slight mention of violence

Word count: 1453

Secrets:

Summary: Tom is terrified about you finding out his job but when he brings you to his house he has no choice but to tell you

Warning: SMALL mention of murder but nothing bad

Word count: 2374

Tease

Summary: After a bad mistake of wanting to make Tom jealous you have to deal with the consequences of being a tease

Warning: SMUT 18+

Word count: 2326

She’s not me

Summary: when Tom decides to come back to you after realizing now one else can satisfy him the way you do, you aren't as forgiving as he expected

Warning: SMUT 18+

Word count: 1400

Face the Mirror

Summary: Tom broke your rules and now he has to deal with the punishment

Warning: SMUT 18+

Word count: 1419

Dad!Tom

Painted picture

Summary: Tom has an emergency meeting and asks you to babysit. You say yes, determined to get his daughter to be comfortable around you

Word count: 1516

Are those my jeans?

Summary: When you start to suspect that you’re pregnant, you’re too scared to tell Tom

Word count: 631

Boxer!Tom

Let me thank you

Summary: Tom keeps waking you up at late hours so you can patch him up. Tonight me finally thanks you

Warning: Smut (Oral Female receiving), mentions of bruises and cuts

Word count: 1005

Richkid!Tom

Perfect Little Angel

Summary: After finally getting away from your mother and her annoying party guests, you and Tom decided to make this party a little more interesting

Warning: SMUT (oral, exhibitonism daddy kink) drinking

Word count: 1365

The Wine Cellar

Summary: When you’re asked to find a wine that would go good with dinner, tom decides to help you out

Warning: SMUT (oral, daddy kink)

Word count: 1200

Professor!Tom

I Wanna Wear Your Tie

Request: Can you please do a professor tom x student reader, shes of age of course, and he takes a liking to her for being so smart and he can barely contain himself with every outfit she wears. And one day after class he asks her to hang back and things get very SMUTTY?

Warning: Smut (oral, choking, vaginal sex), student/teacher relationship, cursing, age gap (legal)

Word count: 4081

Roommate!Tom

Roommates help each other out

Summary: You and your roommate Tom have always had obvious sexual tension between you, but what happens when he walks in on you masturbating

Warning: 18+ (SMUT)

Word count: 1463

CEO!TOM

Gray Blazer

Summary: It was an honest mistake forgetting your jacket but when your CEO boss offers you his blazer you end up with a date

Warning: none just fluff

Word Count: 868

HEADCANNONS

Tom watching his daughter grow up (dad!tom)

REQUEST

Surprising Tom on set (Stepdad ! Tom Holland x mom actress reader)

Tom get jealous of your ex boyfriend

Tom apologizes after an argument (song request)

Tom fucking you on the kitchen counter (richkid!tom) part 2

Answering questions after your students find out you’re dating Tom

Snow Day:

Summary: Peter is determined to get you to enjoy the snow

Word count: 681

Breathe

Summary: dealing with the stress of your family's expectations leads you to have an anxiety attack on the roof. Thankful Peter is a great shoulder to cry on

Warning: Themes of anxiety, dropping out of college, family expectations

Word Count: 1550

Stark!reader

Let's get married:

Summary: On a class trip to Vegas, Peter is determined to make this trip a memorable one, even if it means doing something crazy.

Word count: 2911

The Moment I knew:

Summary: All you asked for was one day to spend with your boyfriend and family, but Peter has let him role as Spiderman take over his life

Warning: maybe a curse word towards the end but other than that nothing

Word Count: 1520

Begin Again (part 2 of the moment I knew)

Summary: 8 months after you broke up with Peter, you finally agree to meet up with him, but you’re still unsure if he deserves a second chance

Word count: 1409

Headspace

Summary: Sometimes you can’t help but feel like you aren’t enough to satisfy Peter but he’s always there to remind you that he love you

Word count: 669

Warning: 18+ (not really smut but conversations about sex), Peter is obviously 18+

HEADCANNONS

College!Peter dating someone clumsy

REQUEST

Peter loves your boobs especially when he’s stressed

Tell Peter you’re ready for more than a quick make out (part 2 SMUT)

Peter watching you leave for the summer (Part 2 (Reuniting))

Peter dating someone with an oral fixation

Stark!reader begging Peter to not cast the spell that make her forget him

My Boyfriend’s Back

Summary: Arvin is out of town for a few days but when he returns and hears the news about boys making you uncomfortable he decides to take matters into his own hands

Warning: Violence??, Creepy boys, curse words

Word count: 1185

REQUEST

Your ex boyfriend messed up Arvin’s car

Sick days

Summary: When you get sick, Sebastian is there to take care of you

Word count: 538

Closer

Summary: You’d never felt like this before, it was like some primal instinct deep down inside of you. You just needed to be close to him. The only problem was that you were already wrapped in his arms and it still didn’t feel close enough

Warning: 18+ smut (cockwarming, boob worship?)

Word count: 620

Avenger!reader

I Hate you?

Summary: You’re convinced Bucky hates you. Bucky’s convinced you hate him. Steve is just tired of hearing you both complain and finally decides to set you both up

Word count: 1569

Sleepyhead

Summary: Bucky doesn’t like to be touched but when you accidentally fall asleep on him one night he realizes he could never get tired of your touch

Word count: 1175

7/11 Slushies

Summary: You give Bucky his first slushie

Word count: 415

Picnic in the park

Summary: Valentine’s day with Bucky

Word count: 1178

A good man

Summary: When Bucky has a nightmare all he wants if for you to hold him close

Word count:1272

40s Bucky

Drafted

Summary: Bucky has to tell you that he leaves tomorrow but not without leaving you with plans for when he gets back

Word count: 1344

Firefighter!Bucky

Heat on High (Mini series)

Summary: When you and your daughter moved you expected a lot of changes, but you never expects to move across the hall from a hot firefighter than has a soft spot for you

#tom holland #tom holland au #masterlist #dad!Tom #Mob!Tom #rockstar!tom #professor!tom holland #frat!Tom #fuckboy!tom #arvin russell #peter parker #sebastian stan #marvel #bucky barnes #college!peter parker #richkid!Tom #40s bucky #professor!tom #firefighter!bucky

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queenoftheworldisdead · 3 years

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Death Metal Odinson

Summary: Being the new manager of the up and coming Norwegian rock band is harder than you thought it would be.

Warning:18+ ONLY, choking, non con, cream-pie, autoerotic asphyxiation (i think)

Note: didn't feel like proofing this so let me know if there is a glaring edit I need to make. Sorry so lazy. this should’ve been called band shirt. LOL. Once again inspired by this challenge

https://sapphirescrolls.tumblr.com/post/650739920586047488/rockstarau-friends-masterlist

Dark Thor x Reader

The Norwegian death metal band were running three hours late to stage. The crowd displayed their displeasure by chanting expletives while you watched anxiously. You knew things were going to get worse until the rockers decided it was time to grace them with their presence.

Ever since the label assigned you to manage the group they had been a thorn in your side. You didn't want to blame them as a whole, but their leader was a bad influence on the bunch. New bands always had a tendency to test their boundaries and this group was no different.

You let out a breath you didn't know you were holding when the lights dimmed. Finally. The rowdy chants turned to cheers and when the spot light illuminated the group your lips sunk into a frown. They were all drunk, you could tell by the slight sway of each member and you hoped that was all. Loki the only one holding his composer as they approached their stations. The only beacon of hope you had in regards to possibly taming the group.

Your lips set into a deeper frown when your heard the cords. Thor began to play chords to the song you told him not to play and as you predicted the crowd was not happy. The audible scoff from Thor was heard stadium wide. When Thor spit into the crowd and flipped them off, you grabbed your purse and anxiously dug through it to find your cell, you were having flash backs of Oklahoma.

You had told him repeatedly not to do that, especially after what happened in Tucson. They barely made it out unscathed doing the exact same thing. Coming in late and not rewarding the crowd for their patients.

This audience seemed to be cut from the same cloth. They changed their chants to jeers. A bottle immediately flew toward his head and the crowd that had been somewhat tame were now destroying anything that wasn't nailed down.

With your cell at the ready you dialed security. "Extraction protocol engage" you commanded. They confirm the order before you hung up. Security were about to rushed the stage before these fans tried to 'take souvenirs'.

Three men crowded Thor as he taunted the eager patrons to come get some. While Loki took aim and swung his guitar at the head of a young guy that got way too close. You cringed when it finally splintered across the face the poor kid. Heimdall managed to wrap an electrical cord around one guys throat and even from this distance you could see the lights in his eyes going out. Security arrived just as Valkrie's kick drum few into the animus crowd making the bad situation worse.

Lawsuits. That’s all you could see from the madness. They instigated it and the label would be paying for it, and did the band care? No.

By the time you reached the hall that lead to the bus you had to stop and marvel at how such a narrow hall could fit so many people. Groupies of every size shape and walk of life squished themselves together as they waited to be chosen by the band.

Security parted the sea of bodies as they escorted the band to the bus. You watched as they took their pick while they clumsily made their way through the packed path as if they had not just started a riot three feet away.

The doors of the bus closed behind you as the band members played with their toys at various points in the bus. Internally you groaned, but you weren't a rookie to rocker life. You had gone through many a band and have long since learned to stomach this behavior.

"What the hell were you thinking!" You berated Thor first, marching over to him. He wasn't listening. How could he with the groupie's tongue halfway down his throat?

"Three hours late on stage, drunk and I told you don't play that song. I told you before that it had not been cleared. And at least give the crowd a treat if you are going to be late!" You looked around to all the other members, but they too were distracted by their own pretty young things to care about the mayhem that they had rot.

The label would be coming down hard on you for this like you could control these degenerates.

"Why can't you be more like your brother?" You knew he didn't like it, but after the headache he had just given you, this was your sweet revenge. Their feud rivaled that of Oasis and nearly costed them their contracts, but cooler heads and stacks of cash prevailed.

"Loki shows up to rehearsal on time, Loki shows up to interviews on time and sound check... guess what." You motioned one arm dramatically at Loki. That was enough to tare his attention away from the needy groupie on his hip. Loki smirked devilishly as you praised him over his brother, while Loki's groupie fell to her knees before him.

Thor pushed all the hair that encompassed his face away with his meaty fingers. The strands just as defiant as he, rebelled and fell forward covering his face again. But not before revealing the deep set frown on the normally cheerful face.

The busty groupie that had been pawing at his side was now pushed away harshly. Landing on her ass next to Heimdall and his equally busty toy.

Before either of you could register her protest Thor's palm smashed into your face. You flailed as he marched you backwards. When you heard the slam of the only door on the bus, you knew he had led you to ‘The Quiet Room’. The ironic name dubbed by the band. In actuality they took bets to see how loud they could make their conquest cum.

Thor released your head, but not before pushing it hard thrusting you backwards. You stumbled backwards on to the bed. If you weren't so pissed you. Would cringe at the disgust you felt from touching the mattress. If walls could talk then this bed would write a tell all novel.

"Oh you have lost your damn mind! I am not one of your little groupies you can just toss around I am a grown ass woman!" You pushed up on your elbows, before rising steady to your feet.

"I'm Fuckin tired of your attitude. This is my band" Thor growled at you. Raking his hands through his locks again Thor's hair cascaded down as he blocked the only exit. His long blonde hair looked wild, giving him the look of a lion ready to pounce.

"You signed a contract, so that makes this the labels band" you remind the bratty rocker. A thick tension fell between you two and when your phone rang you were thankful for the distraction.

You had, had it with him. Brushing past him you proceeded to walk out of the room to take the call. A flash of black fell past your eyes, then suddenly you found yourself slamming backwards into the bare chest of Thor.

"I've had enough of your attitude.." Thor growled as your finger tips slipped off the knob when you reached for it.

The fabric wrapped around your neck tightened as your cell phone slipped from your grip. You were in a full on panic, gasping for air like a fish out of water.

The door before you blurred as your eyes went wide and watered as you struggled to breathe. Clawing at it, it was too thick to break free with your nails.

"Stop... please" you croaked out as his branch of an arm hooked around your waist. You felt your feet dangle as he lifted you up and spun you toward the bed.

"Not so mouthy now hmmm" He lead you like a dog forward, your legs tripping over themselves as he marched you to the bed. You shouted at him to free you but your words came out broken and cracked as you gasped for air.

"Look your in charge I'm sorry" you struggled to pull the fabric off. You finally felt Thor's other hand move up your body, groping your tits through your blouse. Each squeeze felt more desperate than the last and when his finger strummed at your buttons you started to hiccup.

"Hmm I like the way you sound all pathetic and weak."

You had two choices, fight his other hand pulling at your shirt or free your neck. Your natural instinct kicked in and you chose air.

You felt him chuckle as he ripped of your blouse hard to one side, most of the buttons found the floor while the others struggled to stay hooked. It was enough for him to reach inside your opened shirt, palming your breasts, humming as he played with your nipples as you fought to breathe.

When he pinched your nipples you felt bizarrely aroused. A heat built up between your legs when he tweaked your hard nipples. Through your chokes you moaned involuntarily and of course he chuckled to his delight. "I see someone likes the rough stuff hmmm" he pressed his firm cock into your back and you closed your eyes and prayed this would be as far as it goes.

"Jack me off and I might let you breathe" Thor commanded. You could barely hear him over the sound of your own heart beat in your ear. You felt the fabric slack and your chin fell forwards as you breathed-in frantically. "Hurry up now, I promise you won't like it if I do it myself" He said into the shell of your ear.

Clumsily you reached behind, fumbling with his belt, you winced when he tightened it. You were desperate, reaching into his pants you found his member already hard. Thor hummed as you grasped it.

"That's it." Thor's body heat felt as if it poured into you as you awkwardly stroked him from behind your back. The door to the room banged and someone shouted "It's pretty quite in there!" Taunting Thor.

"You hear that we need to give them a 'treat'" he chuckled throwing your own words back in your face. Your mascara started to streaking down your cheek as shame and embarrassment ripped through you.

"Take off your pants."

You couldn't do it. Instead you reached up and grabbed the blondes hair and yanked it. That earned you a harsh twist of the shirt around your neck, the fabric burned your skin and you let go to once again free your neck. "Well, if you want things done right..." Switching hands he moved down your hips. Thor hooked a hands at your waist and forced the fabric down. You felt your seems burst as he forced it passed your ass. "Hands flat on the bed" Thor ordered, but he just pushed you forward by your neck restraint. Thor loomed over you, his cock pressed against your bare ass. You squirmed when he began moving the fabric of your panties to the side. You felt like a wild dog on a leash, fighting to get free. "Don't worry I'll be gentle" he lied. You felt your walls strain around his cock as he filled you to the core. "She's as tight as we thought boys!" He shouted over you. Banging and cheering came through the door as you clawed at the sheets, trying to take hold to escape him. Digging his fingers into your hip he slammed into you with sinister delight. "Too.. much" you managed to choke out, but that only seemed to rile him up. Thrusting you so hard that he almost lost his own grip. "Oh by the gods you grip me so fucking good." It felt as if he was splitting you from the inside. Your sight began to fade as you felt yourself barreling to an end. You choked out a loud mewl as he held on to the knot on the back of your neck. Yanking your head back to watch you choke as you cum around him. You felt the fabric loosen again even though his grip on the shirt stayed threateningly in place. Thor roared loudly, filling you with cum, before falling on top of you. "I think I like you better like this, with my cock deep in your cunt."

#dark thor x black reader #Dark!thor x black!reader #Dark!thor x black reader #Dark Thor x reader #Dark!thor x reader #black writer

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buttybarnes1917 · 2 years

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(Let Me Be Your) Teddy Bear

Ft. fem reader and rockstar!bucky

Headcannon for Turn It Up To Eleven Rockstar!Bucky

You had been having a really rough week on tour.

Your best friend and their partner were fighting, another friend was working through some really college issues, and to top it all off, John was caught in yet another scandal that you had to clean up after

Your one day off this week was tomorrow, and you were in Idaho of all places. What’s there to do in Idaho?

That night you cried yourself to sleep in Bucky’s hotel room after you thought he was asleep (he wasn't). You curled up next to him, the tears slipping silently down your cheeks, and you didn't notice Bucky’s arm across your middle tightening just a bit.

The next morning you were curled up on the bus from 6 am on, typing away on your computer all day, even though it was your day off

Bucky climbed into the bus, teasing you about being a workaholic as you stayed quiet, not wanting him to know how stressed you were.

He quieted down, sitting across from you and he took your hands.

“You know you can talk to me,” he said softly. “You’re not yourself. I’m worried about you.”

“I’m fine,” you lied. He tilted his head and you could tell he knew better.

“I brought you something,” he said softly and leaned down to his backpack, unzipping it. He pulled out a fluffy teddy bear that had a bandana in your favorite color, and you gasped, covering your mouth.

“Just felt like you might need this today,” he said, sliding it across the table gently. “Got it from a gas station yesterday.”

You took it, pulling it into your arms, squeezing your eyes shut to hold the tears back. “Thank you,” you choked out, and you felt Bucky slide in beside you, pulling you close gently.

“I’ll always be here for you, kitten,” he said quietly, almost to himself as he pulled you into his arms. You heard, but didn’t respond, assuming he didn't really mean it. After all, it was just Bucky. Right?

#bucky barnes #bucky x female reader #bisexual!bucky #turn it up to eleven au

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harryspet · 4 years

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obedience | bucky barnes

[Warnings] dark bucky barnes x named oc, murder, and violence, non/dubcon oral and vaginal, outdoor sex, kidnapping, p/e/t play elements, bad google translate, implied agegap, mater/pet, lots of buildup, Stockholm syndrome(?)

A/N: I’ve been writing a bunch of Peter and Harry and kind of wanted to take a little break! This pretty much post endgame bucky. Sorry for any story inaccuracies! TRIGGER CONTENT AHEAD SO READ AT YOUR OWN RISK

In which Bucky kills her family of former Hydra members before taking her home as his pet.

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Sam wanted him to let things go. Move on and focus on something else, he said. Sam thought it would be impossible to find any of them since it had been years since they were active members. The snap had given them a big enough distraction to escape. Bucky didn’t think it was fair that they could just disappear, change their names, and get to live another day after the destruction they had caused.

Accept, they couldn’t stay hidden for long. It took months but Bucky finally tracked the small family to Manhattan. The German immigrants thought they could hide within the millions of citizens in the New York borough. They made several mistakes though only because they couldn’t get rid of the luxury they were used to. The daughter had a driver and bodyguard that took her to and from her private school.

Bucky had cyberstalked her through her Instagram. The eighteen-year-old Senior posted a lot under the alias, Mina, that her parents had most likely given her. The Vogt family had turned into the Bradford’s of Manhattan’s elite class. The daughter didn’t go anywhere without her bodyguard, at least, that’s what her parents thought. Bucky noticed how she snuck out on Friday’s at the same time every week.

How reckless could she be? Her parents are on the most wanted list in eight different countries. Teenage love was the only answer. Bucky saw the boy she met up with, a poor rockstar type, that gave her that rush of dopamine she desperately needed.

Poor little rich girl.

Bucky purposely bumped into her while the couple was waiting for the subway, “Watch where you’re going, dude,” The boy spoke in a thick Queens accent. Her purse dropped and, because Bucky was dressed like a respectable man of society, the girl let him pick it up and hand it back to her. Their eyes met for a long moment and Bucky thought for a moment she was lost in his blue eyes.

“Sorry about that, you two have a goodnight,” Bucky faked a smile as he walked away, tucking the girl’s apartment key into his coat.

“Old creep, he was definitely checking you out,” Bucky heard as he walked away, a stoic look of determination on his face.

Mina woke up frightened. She panted, looking around in the dark for the monster that was in her nightmare. Those striking blue eyes looked into the depths of her soul. Brandon had said the man was checking her out but he didn’t see what she saw. Hate. That man didn’t even know her and yet he hated her.

Looking out the window across the room, Mina could clearly see the lights of the Manhattan Bridge. When they first moved here, her mother promised she would have an even better view than the master bedroom. They were still trying to get her to not be so upset about the move. Mina pulled back the fabric of her heavy duvet and decided she’d go downstairs to get some water. Her bare feet padded across the white carpet and she opened the doors that led into the hallway.

As she walked down the hall, someone appeared around the corner, “What are you doing up so late, Miss Mina?” The maid asked, her hands full of towels that she was carrying to the linen closet.

The maid looked over her, sweaty with tangled hair, clad in her polka-dotted robe and nightgown, “Just getting some water. I had a bad dream.”

The maid held out her hand, urging her to stop, “I can bring you some warm milk and cookies, you should go back to your room,” Something changed in the older woman’s eyes. If Mina wasn’t so tired, she might’ve thought the maid was warning her.

“It’s okay,” Mina insisted, stepping forward, “You work too much-”

Before Mina could even step forward, the maid collapsed on her side. Blood splattered against the wall and Mina thought she saw pieces of her brain. A bullet had come from down the hall Mina was about to turn on to. Mina covered her mouth, backing away, as the man from the subway stepped around the corner.

No mask. He didn’t plan on letting her leave alive.

Mina hurried backward, towards her room, but the man took off after her. As her fingers curled around the door handle, she felt metal wrap around her upper arm. She screamed loud, a piercing scream even louder than the gunshot, as she struggled against him.

The man didn’t speak, just pressed the long tipped gun against the side of her head, “P-Please, please, don’t kill me,” She stuttered out, shutting her eyes shut tight, “Please!”

“Scream one more time and I’ll kill you,” The man jerked her away from the door. The man pulled her back towards the maid’s dead body and down the hall, he came from. Mina’s knees were so weak that she was struggling to walk beside him. She let out a whimper as she was forced to step over the maid’s body.

“W-Why are you doing this?”

It couldn’t be because of the rude thing Brandon said, right? This was too insane for that.

He had killed someone. Killed.

The man dragged her into the room she knew as her father’s office. And despite the man’s order, Mina screamed again. Her mother was bleeding from her abdomen, laying flat on the old rug in front of his desk. The man let go of her arm and Mina ran to her.

He killed her mother.

As Mina touched her mother, she realized there was no life left in her.

Her father was still alive, just bent over and handcuffed to his coffee table, “sie ist tot,” She heard her father say, his thick German accent coming through, “She’s dead. Thank the Winter Soldier for that.”

Mina looked up at the man standing over them, her face covered in tears, “Papa?” Her lips trembling, “W-What’s happening?”

Her father didn’t answer as he looked down, talking to himself, “Mashina. Belyy. Doroga. Svecha. Nebo …” He was spouting off random words in Russian and her anger and frustration only grew.

The man stepped forward, slamming her father’s head into the table, “I’m not your puppet anymore, Vogt,” Her father laughed, blood dripping down his face.

“I like your new haircut, Winter Soldier,” Her father teased which only resulted in a punch across the face, “It suits you.”

“Papa!” She shouted to him, wanting him to stop antagonizing. His wife was dead and his daughter was at gunpoint yet he was teasing the man? “Please stop hurting him!”

The man finally looked at her, “Your daughter is beautiful, Frank. Is that what you get when you make them in labs?”

Frank? That was not her father’s name.

“What is it that you want? Money? Being Captain America’s best friend not pay much?”

Bucky tried not to show any emotion but becoming Bucky instead of Winter Soldier had its problems. He was still getting used to showing emotion.

“I want you dead. For every single death that you cause. For the years of my life that you stole.”

Frank shook his head, “Don’t give me the bad guy/good guy spiel. Name your price, Barnes.”

Bucky scowled, tucking away his gun, “What if I said I wanted your daughter?” The girl's eyes widened, still holding onto her dead mother.

“Papa?” Her father didn’t answer.

“I know what you think, Barnes, but I am not monster,” Frank spoke calmly. Too calmly, “I can give you my contacts, other members who escaped.”

Bucky narrowed his eyes at the man, “Give me an example, a name, and I’ll decide if it’s worth it.”

“... Viktor Vanzin,” Bucky grinned, pulling out his pocket knife.

“You’re lying,” Bucky had killed that man himself. That meant Frank was truly out of the loop, “I want your daughter. A life for a life.”

“She’s innocent,” Frank continued.

“So was I,” Bucky countered, waiting for a response.

“Okay, Barnes. Life for a life,” As Frank finally nodded yes, Bucky thought the girl might faint. She went completely still, her heart completely broken. Bucky almost felt bad but he was really doing her a favor.

“You evil fucking bastard,” Bucky cursed, moving behind the man and wrapping his arm around the man’s neck. Frank struggled as Bucky drove the knife several times into his stomach. He wanted him to slowly bleed out, to suffer. The man slumped back over the table, coughing up blood.

He spoke his last words to her, “I-I’m s-sorry, schatz.”

Treasure.

She fainted.

Mina awoke on a thin mattress in a cold room. She reached to clutch her robe but only found her thin, blue nightgown. She wrapped her arms around herself, the sound of her heart pounding flooding her ears, before quickly sitting up. She regretted it instantly, gaining a headache quickly.

She looked around and found now windows. The walls were a boring beige and there were absolutely no decorations. Only one wooden chair in the corner. Bucky heard the commotion and walked into the room a few moments later. He found her standing, pacing around the locked room.

He expected her to be angry, to shout at him, but instead, he watched eyes well up with tears. He much rather she is angry then have to watch her cry, “Why didn’t you kill me?”

“You want to be in the afterlife with those evil people?”

“I-I’m evil too, remember?” She choked on her sobs. She remembered how her father was willing to give her over to this man in a trade for his life. She remembered how he died anyways and she was taken by this man too.

“I haven’t decided that.”

“I know they must’ve done something bad to you but they … t-they were my parents,” She struggled to speak, “They loved me. Doesn’t that show some kind of humanity?”

Bucky leaned back against the door, fingers brushing through his beard as he thought, “You truly don’t know who they really were?” She was silent, “They were top scientists for Hydra. They’re responsible for thousands of deaths and you … they lied to you.”

She shook her head, “No, they work in finances. They could never do that.”

“I think your father showed you his true colors in his final moments. If that doesn’t convince you then I don’t know what will.”

“Why didn’t you kill me?”

Bucky leaned forward, “So, even in death, they can look at you from the other side and feel no peace.”

“Please … please just kill me.”

“Where’s the fun in that, my little treasure?”

Mina hated her parents.

She loved them because they were her parents and hated them because they were the reason this happened to her. She would never see them again, never see Manhattan or Brandon ever again.

When Bucky walked into the small room later that day, he had a black box as well as a tray of food. Mina held her knees to her chest, staring at the wall, “Leave me alone.”

Bucky sighed, “I think you’re gonna need your strength,” Out of the corner of her eyes she could see his shirt was short-sleeved, his metal arm fully exposed. He set down the tray by her sad excuse of a bed.

He waited but she didn’t move. Bucky gently placed down the box before moving towards her. She flinched away from him but he grabbed her leg, pulling her flat on her back, “No, don’t! Please don’t!” His metal arm wrapped around her throat and with a swift movement, he ripped off her nightgown. She was weeping again as he did the same with her bra and panties. She grabbed at his arm which was completely useless.

When he was done, Bucky stood up, watching as she scrambled to cover up with her arms, “You’re sick!”

Bucky tossed the remnant to the side, “Good girls get to wear clothes. Eat and I’ll think about getting you some clothes. I’m in control here, I won’t put up with your tantrums,” Mina stared at him and Bucky was relieved that she was scowling at him instead of crying, “Eat.”

Mina flinched at the sound of his voice but moved forward. It was heated up canned soup and a plastic cup of water. She was glad that he splurged on her. Sitting on her knees, she covered her breast with one hand and moved the plastic spoon with her other hand.

It was lukewarm and not that appetizing but she ate most of it. Bucky had pulled the wooden chair closer and taken a seat, “C-Can I have clothes now?” Her face was completely red and, now, she found it hard to even look at him.

“I’ll think about it in a few days,” Bucky answered simply, and, as it were even possible, her face fell even more, “Considering your reaction, it seems like a good punishment.”

“Why do you want to punish me?” Mina asked, her voice timid. Was not taking her from her family enough?

“Oh, doll,” Bucky’s face softened as he leaned forward in the chair, “I don’t want to punish you but you won’t be obedient otherwise.”

To Bucky, she was a prize. A product of all that he had done and all that he had overcome to get to this point. He had survived her parents and now he owned their lives as well as their daughters. He’d spit on their graves by making her loyal and obedient to him.

“If I promise to behave, can I have some clothes?” Bucky grinned, thinking she was smarter than she looked.

Bucky’s eyes went to the black box and he swiftly picked it up, “I have something else for you to wear. A temporary one until you graduate.”

“Graduate?”

“I’m thinking of calling it Bucky’s Reformatory School for Troubled Little Girls,” She couldn’t tell if he was joking but he seemed very proud of the name he came up with. He opened the box, pulling out a plain black collar with a single silver loop, “Crawl over here, pet. Let me put it on you.”

“Mr. Barnes, please-”

“Call me Master.”

It took Mina two months to even earn a pair of panties. And the panties he chose for her were skimpy, to say the least.

Mina was used to being naked now and she was almost used to Bucky. He insisted on complete order in his house. They woke up at the same time every day, ate breakfast, Bucky went off probably to murder people and came back in the afternoon to torture her.

That morning, she sat at his feet, eating her breakfast from a plate on the floor. Apparently, she wasn’t allowed the luxury of eating at the table or even sleeping in an actual bed. It was her job to make the food, the way he taught her, and she wasn’t even allowed to enjoy it.

She wasn’t sure exactly where this rustic house was and Bucky didn’t care to answer questions like that. It wasn’t like anywhere she had lived when she was growing up. Though it wasn’t the biggest it was quite homey and somewhere she probably would’ve liked if she weren’t stuck here. The place had a big porch and there were trees surrounding most of the property except for a pond she noticed one time.

Bucky was going through his computer, looking at codes Mina couldn’t understand. It probably had something to do with whatever mission he had to go on today.

Mina itched at her collar, a reminder that she was not yet perfect to Bucky.

“Mina,” She looked up quickly. Every time she heard him say her name she hoped he’d say something along the lines of giving her freedom. It made her think about what would happen if she was free. Where would she even go? She didn’t have any more family and she’d be surprised if Brandon hadn’t forgotten all about her, “Dishes.”

She gave him a solemn look, standing up with her plate in her hand. She grabbed his too and she felt his eyes over her body. He seemed to resist his urges well. Mina knew he desired to touch her and it would be a matter of time before he violated her that way.

She walked the dirty dishes over to the sink, still feeling his eyes on her as he sat at the kitchen table, “Do you want to do something fun today, pet?”

“What do you mean, Master?”

She heard his chair creak as he rose from his seat, “We’ll go into town. We’re in dire need of groceries.”

Bucky watched her carefully, wanting to see her reaction. This was all another test, of course, to see if he could trust her out in public.

She turned her head and Mina almost smiled for the first time in a long time. He moved behind her and Mina focused back on the dishes, “Yes, yes, that would be very nice.” He smacked her hard on her bottom and Mina winced, “I mean yes, Master.”

She felt his body heat on her skin as she turned off the water, setting the dishes into a drying rack. As she turned around, Bucky grabbed her by her neck. Luckily for her, it wasn’t the metal one, “You’d be very grateful to me, right?”

Mina nodded as best as she could, forced to look into his eyes, “What would you do to thank me?”

Mina hesitated but not for long as she felt his hand tighten, “Whatever you want, Master.”

Bucky smirked, “Hmm, and if I wanted your lips around my cock? What would you say?”

He loved this, watching her squirm. She actually thought about it and she wasn’t strong enough to defy this. Throughout this whole process, she thought she’d be stronger than this. All she knew is she’d do anything to escape this house, “I … I-If that’s what you wanted, Master.”

The accomplished look on his face told her enough, “Let’s get dressed then.”

The drive from the house in Bucky’s truck was shorter than she expected. That told her that she wasn't as far away from civilization as she originally thought. She watched all the road signs but she still couldn’t quite tell where she was. It looked to be maybe that they were in the South by the type of trees.

It seemed to be a very small town with one main street and a few more buildings.

She was wearing a pair of regular jeans that were a little too big for her and a black hoodie that only partially hid the collar. It was another reminder that she was not a regular person anymore. Perhaps she never was.

Bucky grabbed her hand as they walked into the practically empty Piggly Wiggly. He grabbed a cart with his other hand, greeting one of the old ladies behind the cash register.

She was not to talk to anyone unless they addressed her and Bucky would kill anyone that she tried to ask for help. Violently, he made sure to add.

She tried her best to enjoy what little freedom she had but her mind kept wandering back to what she had “promised” Bucky she’d do in return for this outing.

“Can we get something to eat?” She blurted out, before whispering, “Master.”

Bucky thought for a moment, pointing out the brand of Milk he wanted, waiting for her to fetch it for him.

“Want to spend even more time in my company?” She scowled on the inside but nodded anyway.

Bucky chose a diner on the edge of town and they seemed to get stares from everyone inside as they walked in and chose their booth. Bucky looked around as if he wasn't used to being in places like this either.

Bucky asked her what she wanted so he could order her, avoiding as much human contact as possible, “ … and a chocolate milkshake.”

“That might cost you extra later, Mina,” Her lips pressed down into a thin line.

“Whatever you wish, Bucky,” It was brave, saying that when he couldn’t reprimand her. Bucky smirked, knowing what she was doing.

Bucky proceeded to order for them, including the milkshake she wanted, “Can I use the bathroom?”

Bucky raised an eyebrow, “Do you think I was born yesterday?” Quite the opposite, she thought.

Mina slouched back in her seat. It was only recently that she looked at him and actually thought he was attractive. Maybe they would’ve worked together if he weren’t so cruel.

“Maybe if I pee my pants, someone will notice and-”

“Mina,” He practically growled her name, “Don’t ruin this opportunity I’m giving you.”

As the waitress approached with their food, Mina slowly slid the knife on the table into her lap and then the pocket of her sweatshirt. Bucky actually smiled at the waitress and she seemed to swoon.

Mina enjoyed her milkshake and the two sat quietly for most of the meal. Bucky watched as she devoured her food and felt a little bit better about rewarding her. It had been a long two months but she was coming along a few more months, and she wouldn’t have a single thought that didn’t involve making Bucky happy.

He grabbed her hand as they both went up to pay the check, “You two are a lovely couple,” Mina didn’t even react and the woman only smiled awkwardly, “Have a good night.”

“What do you say?”

“Thank you, Master.”

Bucky could sense the tension between the two of them growing as they got into his car. As they traveled down the dirt road, a feeling swept over both of them. A feeling of knowing and worry. Bucky put the car in park, sighing, “You’re clever but not clever enough, Mina.”

Mina froze, “Give me the knife. I won’t ask again.” Bucky’s words were sharp, demanding.

Mina reached into her pocket and gripped the knife. As quickly as she could and with as much force as she could muster, she shoved into him. It only entered a few centimeters into the right of his chest but the motion stunned him. Mina opened her door and jumped out.

It was one last valiant effort at her freedom. Bucky’s chest rumbled with anger as he opened his own door, causing it to almost fall off its hinges. He chased her as she ran into the treeline. Bucky was unnaturally fast and she was only a few seconds ahead of him.

She didn’t even make it thirty feet before a metal arm wrapped around her waist and through her small body over his shoulder. She fought with the last of the strength she had as he brought her back over to the truck.

“You have no one,” he threw her body down, pinning her against the front side of the truck, “No one except for me. Do you understand that?”

She nodded, trying to ease his wrath. He was bleeding, she could see it seeping through the plaid of his shirt, “No one else who’s going to give a shit about whether you live or die.”

“I’m sorry,” She whimpered but it wasn’t enough.

By her shoulder, he forced her down to the ground. She didn’t move as he began to undo his jeans. She closed her eyes but Bucky roughly grabbed her chin, “Look at me!” She did as his erection sprang from his underwear. It pressed against her closed lips, “Open.”

Whatever gentleness he was previously going to give her was gone. He shoved his erection inside her mouth, instantly making her gag with how deep it went.

He groaned as he moved inside her with animalistic lust. Saliva dripped down her chin and her eyes filled with tears from the lack of oxygen. He even pinched her nose shut to torture her further.

She’d grab onto his thighs for some sort of balance and he’d simply push away her hands, using her mouth like a barbarian.

Bucky didn’t want to finish in her mouth, he hadn’t waited this long for that. He pulled her up from her position on her knees only to pull the jacket over her head. Luckily, there was no one around to see what was happening in his driveway.

He turned her around swiftly before easily yanking down her pants and panties as well, He pressed her front into the hood of the car, positioning himself at her entrance. Mina’s body had betrayed her and Bucky could feel her wetness.

“You’d enjoy this more if you weren’t so stubborn, pet.”

He entered her slowly and Mina cried out, the pressure incredibly intense.

Bucky held her waist, dragging her body back onto him and then pushing it forward as he moved in and out. He grunted, noting how tight she was around him. It felt like they were perfectly matched together.

Bucky sped up his pace, his hand reaching around to rub her sensitive bulb. She flinched from the touch but he could tell it was from the sudden pleasure. She was tightening around him and he could tell she was already coming. Bucky made a note about how sensitive she was.

The first orgasm ripped through her, completing shattering her world in the process. How could she be turned on by this? Maybe what she felt had been wrong all along. She tried to hold in her moans but that proved futile quickly.

Bucky wasn’t done with her yet, turning her back around to face him and lifting her leg so he could slide into her again. She looked tired from the first one, tears still staining her face. Bucky held her neck in his metal hand as he slammed into her a few more times. He finished inside her with his lips on hers. As he came, he removed his hand and he felt Mina return his kiss. They moved well together, his tongues brushing hers as it became sloppier.

Mina was crying still, not because of the gagging but because she realized what Bucky said was true.

“I’m the only one you have,” He spoke, starting to kiss her chin and then her neck. She nodded vigorously in agreement.

“I know, I-I know,” Her eyes didn’t leave his.

Bucky pulled away, looking her over, loving how perfect she was, “Let’s get you in the bath, doll.”

Hope you enjoy this! I have another Sebastian fic called plaything and a bunch of dark Peter stuff. I’m currently trying to write a Bucky/Steve/Peter related Walking Dead AU so hopefully my idea for that works out lol.

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