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marvelobsessed134 · 27 days

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Love me tender part three: moving in

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Your wish is my command darlin’.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

~Time Skip~

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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jobean12-blog · 1 year

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Dirty Rock

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader (Rockstar!AU)

Word Count: 1,466

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

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

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

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

Opening night.

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

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

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

“Hiya doll face.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“To be on your knees for me.”

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

When you pull away he’s smirking.

“What?” you ask with sass.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“How many more songs?” you ask.

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

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

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

“You’re such a brat.”

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

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

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

“You’re soaked.”

“See. Told you…your fault.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Buckyyyy,” you whine.

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

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

“But…”

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

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

“Don’t you dare stop.”

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

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

“Harder,” he commands.

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

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

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

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

“Nothing feels as good as you Bucky.”

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

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

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

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

“Please Bucky. I need your cock.”

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

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

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buckyslittlegirl · 2 years

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Rockstar!bucky x reader

Mood board

#rockstar!bucky barnes #rockstar!bucky x reader #dark!bucky barnes x innocent reader #moodboard #bucky barnes x little!reader #dark bucky x reader #dark bucky barnes #bucky barns x reader

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breakablebarnes · 2 years

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WTF Are We Talking For?

pairing: Rockstar!bucky x Rockstar!reader

words: 1.7k

warnings: Minors DNI, 18+, swearing, mentions of sex, smoking, drinking, anger issues Bucky, enemies/fuck buddies to lovers, hate fucking, oral (male receiving), rough sex, p in v sex

summary: Bucky Barnes was the drummer in his band The Soliders, and you were the lead singer of your own band, Like Magic. The two bands were rivals, and therefore you hate each other… right?

a/n: inspired by the song Starphucker by Beauty School Dropout and kinda WTF Are We Talking For by Labrinth. I did not proofread this lol.

➵ MASTERLIST | KO-FI | REQUESTS | LIBRARY

“She just wanna fuck before the function

Only rings my line up for the fun shit

She a starphucker, wanna run shit

She just play the game don't give a fuck about assumptions”

Bucky Barnes hated you.

You were constantly hanging around in the same circles. Bucky’s band, The Soldiers, included him on drums, Sam on guitar, Steve as the lead singer, and Sharon as the bassist. Your band, Like Magic, included you as the lead singer, Natasha as the guitar, Wanda as the bassist, and Yelena on the drums. Your bands were constantly up for the same gigs and always trying to outdo the other. Well, you and Bucky were trying to outdo the other.

He hated your whole band, but he hated you the most. You were the lead, after all. Not to mention the fact that you knew exactly how to push his buttons.

Like tonight, for instance. The Soldiers were supposed to play at the 9:00 slot at their favorite gig spot, Fury’s bar, but Like Magic had somehow taken over that 9:00 spot, pushing The Soldiers to 7:00. Bucky was furious.

The rest of his band was kind of indifferent about it. It sucked, but they got over it rather quickly, which pissed Bucky off even more. As the bands arrived at Fury’s bar, he kept his eyes peeled for you. He finally spotted you, up at the bar ordering a drink from Loki, the bartender. You laughed at something Loki said and Bucky tightened his fist as he walked over towards the bar.

“Just what the fuck do you think you’re doing?” Bucky asked as he reached the bar.

You turned with your eyebrows furrowed until you seen the culprit of the verbal assault towards you. “Ah, Buck. I figured you would find me.”

“What the fuck did you do?” He repeated, raising his eyebrows. He wasn’t in the mood for your little games.

You smirked up at him. “Whatever do you mean, Buck?”

He huffed out and leaned over to place his hands on the bar, caging you in. You could see Loki tense up at the scene from the corner of your eye. “How did you get our 9:00 set?” Bucky said, eerily quiet.

The smirk never left your face. “It was just given to the better band, Buck.” You shrugged, and you could already see the outpour of anger on Bucky’s face. His knuckles turned white as he gripped down onto the bar.

“You always do this shit!” He said, frustrated. “Why do you constantly have to one-up me?”

You pushed his chest, as he had gotten closer to you, but he didn’t budge. “I don’t have to one-up you. I just do.”

“I fucking hate you.” He said.

“That’s not what you were saying last weekend,” You said, quirking your eyebrow.

He gritted his teeth as you both thought back to the previous Saturday night.

“Aw, fuck, doll…” Bucky moaned as he ran his fingers through your hair as you took his length into your mouth.

You moaned around his cock, sending vibrations that sent Bucky fucking wild. He moaned again as you swirled your tongue around him.

“Fuck,” Bucky breathed out. “I’m gonna cum.”

You gripped onto his thick thighs, digging your nails into his skin as your wetness oozed from your panties. You continued to bob your head up and down, taking all of him into your mouth as the head of his cock hit the back of your throat every time.

Bucky gripped your hair tighter, pulling it as he came, spilling white hot ropes of cum into the back of your throat. You pulled your mouth off of him, making him shutter at the overstimulation, and swallowed.

Bucky swallowed as he looked down at your mouth knowing the sinful things that you could do with it if you would just shut the fuck up.

“Shut the fuck up,” Bucky snapped back.

You just giggled. “Okay, fine with me, Buck.” You said, before leaning into his ear. “Just keep pretending you aren’t going to try and fuck me tonight.”

“I’m not,” Bucky lied, gripping the bar top even harder.

You smirked, moving one of his arms to set you free. “You know where to find me when you do,” You said before walking towards the back dressing room.

Bucky was seething. “Hey, Loki,” Bucky said, waving the bartender over. “I need a fucking shot.”

“Of what?”

“Everything.”

“You want me

You won't leave

I thought this would be easy but

I'm tired of picking up your calls

Drunk sloppy sex in bathroom stalls

My back is pressed against the wall

I'll fuck em once i'll fuck em all”

Meanwhile, you were in the back dressing room as Nat and Wanda were tuning their instruments on the couch. “Where’s Lena?” You ask, plopping down on the couch next to them.

“Where do you think?” Nat said, tipping her head in the direction of the hallway.

You turned and saw Yelena chatting up Sharon from The Soldiers. You smirked at the way that Yelena was shamelessly flirting, and the way that Sharon was reciprocating it. “Why did I even ask?” You said to the girls, earning you a chuckle.

Steve and Sam came into the room in search of a smoke. Nat piped up, looking at Steve. “What, can’t get your own?”

Steve responded, “Was hoping you pretty ladies would have some to spare.”

Nat rolled her eyes, but she smiled. “You’re lucky that we are nice.”

“Nice?” Sam chuckled. “Kind of a strong word.”

Steve smacked his arm. “Not helping.”

Wanda chuckled. “Come on, boys. The more the merrier.”

Wanda pulled out her carton of cigarettes, handing each of the boys one. Wanda lit her own cigarette and then the boys leaned into hers to light their own.

The boys sat in the floor across from you ladies on the couch. Everyone began talking and drinking and Yelena and Sharon made their way into the room as well. One thing led to another and the 6 of you were playing around and jamming out a little to warm up for the gig. Steve and Nat were riffing, and you and Wanda were harmonizing with Sharon while Yelena hit a beat on the table. Sam was cheering the group on as Bucky rounded the corner to the green room.

He had taken 3 shots of tequila at the bar while he chatted up Loki and the other bartender, Kate. He eventually found his way to the back room and what does he find? You hanging out with his fucking friends. Bucky thought he was mad before, but he saw red as you laughed with Sharon, Steve, and Sam. How dare you?

“What the fuck is this?” Bucky asked, trying to appear as casual as possible, despite his growing rage.

Everyone’s smile seemed to fall as Bucky’s presence changed the atmosphere of the entire room. Everyone stopped their playing and turned to the dark-haired drummer. “We were just playing around, Buck.” Steve piped up when no one responded.

You couldn’t help but smirk. You knew this was pushing Bucky’s buttons, and you loved it. Did you plan it? No, but you definitely weren’t going to complain. You loved how he was when he got all worked up.

“Well, continue on.” Bucky said, gesturing his hands towards the instruments. “We go on in twenty.”

Everyone began to chat and talk again, and you raised from your seat to head over to where Bucky was standing in the doorway. “Angry, much?”

Bucky grabbed both of your elbows and pushed you up against the doorframe. “Bathroom. Two minutes.” He growled before pushing you away and heading towards the bathroom.

You couldn’t help your grin as he walked away. You bite your lip and tried to appear busy until it was time to head towards the bathroom yourself.

When you walked into the bathroom, you were immediately dragged into the bathroom stall where Bucky quickly locked the door and slammed you against the stall. He attached his lips to yours instantly sliding his tongue into your mouth, which you accepted. He pushed the hem of your skirt up as he crowded you against the wall. He began to undo his belt and push down both his pants and his boxers. Before you even had time to react, he had slid your panties to the slid and slammed into you, wrapping one leg around his waist, hitting your cervix immediately.

You cried out and he covered your mouth with his hand. “Shut the fuck up and take it, doll.” He grunted as he began to set a fast pace thrusting in and out of you. You back pressed into the wall and with every thrust the back of your head hit the stall, but you couldn’t care less. Not with the way he felt stretching you out.

“God damn,” Bucky groaned, trailing kisses down your neck as he continued his brutal pace. “Nothing to say, sweetheart?” He smirked.

You were rendered speechless. You couldn’t talk if you wanted to anyways with Bucky’s hand still covering your mouth, his fingers gripping down on your jaw. His head fell onto your shoulder as he chased his release, and you reached down and began to rub your clit. Bucky swatted your hand away, his own hand replacing yours as he rubbed lazy circles around your clit. You dug your nails into his back as he continued his fast pace, his hips meeting yours at every thrust.

“You gonna cum, doll?” Bucky asked as he felt your walls clentching around him. You nodded, completely dickmatized. “Then cum.”

Your ears began to ring as your vision went white as you came around him. His thrusts got sloppier as he chased his own high, coming undone right after you, still feeling your walls fluttering around him. You each tried to catch your breath as Bucky placed his forehead against yours. You could feel his cum seeping inside you, but Bucky didn’t pull out. You each stayed there, panting into the other’s mouth as you came down from your high.

“Nothing to say?” Bucky breathed out.

“I thought you wanted me to shut the fuck up,” You panted.

“I did. Since when do you listen to me?”

“I don’t.”

“Kind of seems like you did,” Bucky smirked.

“Shut the fuck up, Barnes.”

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wildgirllz · 2 years

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I NEED SOME CG!ROCKSTAR!BUCKY 😩

“How’s my little rockstar huh?” Bucky teases bouncing you on his lap, taking a break from the drums. “Good dada.” Their simple response made bucky chuckle as his peach quickly nuzzled into his sweaty chest.

“Peach, daddy’s all sweaty. Let’s go take a shower, how bout that?” Your little eyes light up as he picks you up, and shuffles to the bathroom, you nibbling at his neck the entire journey.

After you both were situated in the warm shower, you got a bit clingy. “Peach, can I put you down so I can wash you at least?” You shake your head softly with your pouty face stuck in his shoulder.

“I’ll sing Aladdin with you when we finish, how bout that?” He looks at you with a hopeful face, and with one final pout you give in. “Such a good little peach for me” he exclaims, making you giggle.

Soon after you get out, bucky is more enthusiastic and seems to be enjoying this activity more than you do. “I CAN SHOW YOU THE WORLD, peach! peach! sing it with me!” You giggle as he scoops you up and starts spinning.

“I love you peach.”

“I love you daddy.”

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eclecticpatrolroadlawyer · 2 years

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Summer Flowers

Parings: Rockstar Bucky x reader

Warnings: death, car accident, suicidal thoughts, angst, fluff.

Divider from @firefly-graphics

Bucky's pov

Articles

Rockstar James Buchanan Barnes whom we all know as 'White wolf' again tried to kill himself.

Gossipgirl. 25 mins ago

Fans are not satisfied with Jame's suicidal behaviour at all.

Foxnews. 30 mins ago

"White wolf is overreacting" Twitted Brock.

CNN. 4 mins ago

I sighed as I went through the articles feeling frustrated deep down.

' Everyone was getting on my nerves. Everyone. Why can't they just leave me alone?' I thought as I threw the smartphone on the bed and looked outside through the window.

Suddenly I felt someone barge into my room. I didn't even need to turn around to check who it was knowing it was Steve again trying to put some sense into me.

"WHAT THE HELL YOU THINK YOU ARE TRYING TO DO HUH, BUCK!" Steve shouted again complaining about my behaviour.

"ARE YOU TRYING TO BREAK THE BAND APART OR SOMETHING?BUCK!"

"LOOK AT ME BUCK, LOOK AT ME AND SAY SOMETHING. HAVE YOU LOST YOUR MIND!? HA- "

" YES, I LOST MY MIND. THROW ME OUT OF THE BAND THEN. I DON'T FUCKING CARE." I interrupted him as I replied shouting.

"What do you know? What on earth am I supposed to do? Huh!"

"Cheer up? I have to live my life well if I don't want y/n to be sad?

It's all bullshit. YOU DON'T KNOW WHAT THIS PAIN IS LIKE. You can't even imagine it. Do you know how hellish it is to be alive and breathing?" I said as I broke down crying.

"Do you know what it feels like to lose everything?" I asked him as I looked into his with my blurred vision filled with tears.

"How no matter time passes, you can't seem to forget. That face, that incident, you can't" I said looking down as I remembered her emotionless eyes looking straight at me while I couldn't do anything.

"Accept it," Steve said.

I looked at him in disbelief.

'How can he say that!' I thought as I wiped my tears.

"WHY DO I HAVE TO ACCEPT IT? WHY?" I asked him as I felt my blood boil.

"I killed her.

I killed her. I am a monster. I should never have been born. If only I was the one to drive." I said as I looked down feeling my shoulders shake while I cried.

"So, tell me, Steve, why should I accept it? WHY?" I said as I again looked into his eyes trying to find the answer.

"Because you survived," Steve said sternly.

"Y/n saved you. Buck.

Before car crash, people instinctively turn the wheel to their side to save themselves but Y/n..." Steve continued as tears starts to stream down from his eyes.

Regaining his composer, he continued "But Y/n swerved to your side to save you" He said.

After hearing this, I felt as if someone just took my breath away. I didn't know how to react to this. So many questions were swirling in my mind. I didn't know what to feel about this. So, I cried harder looking down at my feet and asking.

"Why? Why did she save me? I am nothing... Why would she do that for me?" I asked Steve as I couldn't think of anything anymore. My mind was blank and I only wanted Y/n. My heart and mind both were screaming for her scent,her voice, her touch...

"Because she cared for you." I heard him say.

"Because she cared about you more than she did for herself. That's why she saved you" He said in a calm voice trying not to lose his temper.

"I know you will not believe my words. That's why Y/n gave this letter to me one day saying if she dies, then, to give it to you" Steve informed me as he handed me the letter.

As I took the letter with my shaking hands, Steve informed me that he was gonna wait outside giving me some alone time. Saying this, he went outside.

I was still staring at the letter Steve gave me. I couldn't take my eyes off it. I don't know what to do. I am scared. I didn't know how to feel about this.

Taking a deep breath, I open the letter and looked at it suddenly finding the engagement ring she gave me when she proposed to me. I lost it in the accident.

I read:

Dear Bucky,

If Steve gave you this letter and you are reading this, that means I am dead. I am writing this letter cause I don't know what awaits me in future. That's why I am writing this letter to you.

My precious Buck, you know you are always my world for me. You are everything I could ever ask for. I still don't know how I was even able to live without you before meeting you. I can now realise I was barely able to live my life before I met you. I still remember the day when you saved me while I was thinking about trying to take my life. I was depressed that day when I met you. I remember it was a rainy day. I lost everything that day, my passion and many more. I thought no one cared for me. But then there you suddenly came while I was soaking all wet , handing me the umbrella and telling me it's a passing shower and it's going to pass by soon so, not to get wet by myself. I was shocked at first. I was questioning why the hell you care for a stranger so much. Before I could ask you anything, your ride came and you were gone. On that day, I started questioning myself trying to figure out who you are but, I slowly started to like you suddenly and without any care, one day I gave you my heart when I met you again seeing you performing with a band on street. You know, Buck, the happiest moments in my life all came after I met you. I wouldn't have been on this earth if I hadn't met you. You saved me that day. You know?

So, stop blaming yourself and please live. Let me go knowing that you will be okay. You won't be alone. We will be waiting together until we meet in heaven. I will be waiting for you and when we meet again, I want you to bring me the most beautiful flower from our tree. Don't cry too much and let's be brave and wait until we meet.

Live fully for both of us.

Your lover and fiance,

Y/n.

As I read the letter, I felt a teardrop on the letter and then two and then soon I started crying. For some reason, I felt as if something was taken. I felt my shoulder relax. I cried and cried without any care for time and the world. I felt someone barge into my room but I don't care. I felt arms wrapping around me telling me to cry and cry and to let it all out and that's what I did. I cried. I cried remembering every moment with her. The day when she proposed to me, the day when we met her parents, the day when she first messaged me how happy I was, the day when I taught her guitar, and the day when both planted a tree together. Everyday. Every expression on her face her smile, when she cried when she was angry. I cried remembering everything. Soon I felt my world go dark as I started feeling tired.

2 Days later

After getting discharged from the hospital, I went to our old small shared apartment, the place where our story started. I took a deep breath and released it looking at the mess I did a few days ago. Wine bottles everywhere, rags and all.

'There's so much cleaning to do today. It will take hours.' I thought.

As time passed by, hours later, putting the last bottle in the bag, I got a message. It was from Steve.

Steve: You in today? Solo?

Bucky: Yes. I am in. Solo.

Steve: Okay. We will start at 8:00. Be ready.

Bucky: Okay.

I switched off my phone and noticed the plant ,me and y/n planted. I crouched down in front of it and saw tiny green leaves sprouting. I smiled to myself.

3 hours later

After all these days, I was nervous suddenly. It was my first doing solo and singing the song I wrote mainly. I felt my hands getting sweaty as I felt my heart beat fast.

Suddenly I felt a cold bottle touching my cheek. Jumping away from the feeling, I saw Nat with a small smile on her face handing with the small bottle.

"It will be all okay. Don't worry. All fans came to see you and your performance today. You are gonna do great. Just relax" She said walking away.

Gulping down the water instantly, I heard my name being called. I took a deep breath and walked up to the stage.

From the view, everyone started cheering for me suddenly. It felt great. I felt as if it was my first stage performance. I missed this. I smiled brightly waving at my fans.

"Thank you so much for coming today. Thank you so much for being with me when I couldn't handle myself. Thank you, guys. I am sorry for everything you guys had to see. I deeply regret my actions. Thank you guys for still loving me and my team. Today, I arranged a solo for you guys. It's a song I wrote. It's not rock music. It's a song for someone whom I will be waiting till the time comes. The song's name is 'Summer Flowers'. Hope you guys like it".

I closed my eyes as I took a deep breath and closed my eyes:

[Verse 1]

You come to me without saying anything

And cry for a long time and say

Say goodbye, let's stop now

I looked back blankly

drawing us from yesterday

When I came back, you were gone.

[Chorus]

Say no

tell me you'll be back

We, who were splendid

Wished to become flowers

That never Withered.

[Verse 2]

I still miss you, the way you looked at me

Even I try to erase it

It gets deeper

I knew this summer was over

When you left me crying

you know

how I feel.

[Chorus]

Say no

tell me you'll be back

We, who were splendid,

Wished to become flowers

That never Withered.

Say no

tell me you'll be back

we, who were dazzling,

I hope that we become flowers

that do not wither

[Outro]

Tell me

Oh oh

I'm waiting for you there then (then there)

Alone at home, I'm waiting for you (I'm at home alone)

Then there I am waiting for you,

Alone at home I'm waiting for you.

As I opened my eyes, I saw everyone cheering for me, some are crying and some are shouting my name. I looked at the audience as I felt tears streaming down my cheeks and suddenly someone caught my eye and I saw her. I didn't know if it was real or not , if she was seeing it or not but I could see that she was crying and smiling at me and then I saw her lips moving to say, "I love you."

Then she disappeared in thin air.

I didn't even try to chase after her cause I knew she was waiting for me there after I live life fully for both of us. I smiled in the direction where she was standing previously as I said "Thank you."

The End

A/n (author's note): The song lyrics here is not owned by me. It's a korean song of a series name "Tomorrow".

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It's original name is "Summer Flowers" Only.

And if you guys wanna know some memories of them together more?like how they proposed and all. Send me asks about what do you wanna know about them.

Note: Hey guys! Hope u like it. English is actually my second language so, if there's any mistake u can inform me by messaging me privately. And PLEASE REBLOG and DON'T STEAL MY WORK. Please like and comment too so, that I can know ur guys views. Thank u for reading guys! Have a nice day and please comment if u wanna be tagged in.

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nano--raptor · 2 years

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can hardly wait

Pairing: Rockstar! Bucky x Reader

Words: 350

Warnings: Kissing, cursing, groping, implied smut, sexy rockstars...

A/N: What? I actually, finally wrote something?? I had to. I have so many ideas and scenarios in my head, so I quickly wrote this out, and honestly, I’ve only proofread it to check for like, punctuation and stuff 😅

I can’t find a pic of quite how Bucky looks in my mind, but this edit from Nix Akimbo (on instagram) is pretty close! Anyways, enjoy, and hopefully I’ll be back with some more writing soon!

Divider by @firefly-graphics

He ran his nose up your throat, his breath over your ear making you shiver, as your fingers clutched into the fabric of his lightweight t-shirt. You could hear his low chuckle, his tongue darting out to lick over your pulse before his mouth closed over it and sucked a mark into your skin.

Adrenaline had your blood pumping, and the thousands of fans screaming his name out in the crowd had his going too. He pushed you against the wall, trailing his mouth back up your neck to claim your lips, kissing you hungrily. You moaned into his mouth as he pressed his body flush to yours, breaking away to curse breathlessly.

“Fuck baby doll, all I can think about up there is you.” You grinned against his mouth, his fingers finding their way under your shirt to caress your skin, while yours traveled down his body to cup him and squeeze through his jeans, earning a hungry groan in response.

“Me too, Bucky. I always want you so bad, the way you move on stage is the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.” Bucky groaned again, his mouth back on yours, tongue delving in to explore, while his hands reached around to grab your ass and pull your hips roughly against his.

“I want you,” he breathed in your ear, nipping your lobe and tugging it as he pulled away. He moved away enough for you to see his face, a sight that made you clench your thighs together. Dark hair disheveled from running his hand through it, deep blue, black-rimmed eyes, hungry, only for you, his nose ring and tattoos crawling up his neck making the inner, teenage-you burn with desire.

Bucky almost growled when he heard the stage manager shout the five minute warning. It sent a shiver down your spine and you pulled him in for one last ravenous kiss.

“It’s okay, rockstar. I’ll be waiting for you after the show,” you pecked his lips again, whispering against them. “With no panties on.” Bucky grinned and sucked on your bottom lip as he pulled away.

“You’re a minx. And I love ya.”

“Love ya too, baby.” You blew him a kiss and he pretended to catch it as he walked backwards, then turned to head back on stage for the next set.

You couldn’t wait till the show was over.

#rockstar!bucky #rockstar!bucky barnes #rockstar!bucky x reader #rockstar au #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes x you

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swiftgreatest · 2 years

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can someone write a rockstar!bucky fanfic please? i'm needyy

#bucky #buckybarners #rockstar!bucky x reader #rockstar!au #rockstar!bucky barnes #bucky!au #bucky x reader #bucky fanfic

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buckrecs · 1 year

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𝙤𝙣𝙚𝙨𝙝𝙤𝙩 𝙛𝙞𝙘 𝙧𝙚𝙘 : 𝙈𝙖𝙮

masterlist | monthly fic rec masterlist

FLUFF

Buchanan by @barnesmurdock

baby, it’s bad out there by @intrepidacious

set me free by @/intrepidacious (40s!bucky x nymph!reader)

When I’m With You by @phantomspiderr

You’re Worth It All by @/phantomspiderr

Scotty Doesn’t Know by @/bucky-bucky-bucky-bucky

cherry blossoms must be magic by @witchywithwhiskey

aisle 4 by @buckyhoney

Grump : The Musical by @itsapeterthing

Trough Sickness… Except Bucky’s by @teamcap4bucky

Wrong Number by @/teamcap4bucky

Alcohol You Later by @/bucky-bucky-bucky-bucky

Possible-Future-Girlfriend by @jurassicbarnes

Vegas, Baby! by @bxcketbarnes

Love in the Workplace by @bxcketbarnes

Too Hot, An Arm Cold by @t-lostinworlds

almond milk by @buckysblanket

After Words by @justsomebucky (Modern AU)

Once Upon A Dream by @abovethesmokestacks

cut my hair by @buckybarnesdiaries

Mind Reader by @espinosaurusrexex

Chain Around my Neck by @/bucky-bucky-bucky-bucky

Sweet and Strong by @navybrat817 (tattoo artist!bucky x baker!reader)

Charmed by @rookthorne (mechanic!bucky)

Rule Number One by @sidepartskinnyjeans

A Solid Foundation by @writing-for-marvel (fiancé!bucky)

It’s Not My Cup Of Tea by @malum-forev

The Weather by @saltsicklover

Silent Nights and Sorry Mornings by @veelacurse

In The Name Of Love by @moonbeambucky

Fallin’ For You by @/moonbeambucky

I’m Gunnin’ For You by @rookthorne (drifter!bucky)

Morning Workout by @sparklefics

ANGST

Call Me When You Get This by @/bucky-bucky-bucky-bucky

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

After by @wkemeup

Spiral by @buckyalpine

Until We Meet Again by @bucksangel

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

A Place by @/malum-forev

SMUT

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

Ring Ring by @adrinktostopyourthirst (roommate!bucky)

Convince Me by @teamcap4buciy

Roadside Assistance by @urvenicebtch (mechanic!bucky)

That’s The Way Love Goes by @dirtytomatoedwrites

Surrender by @barnesmurdock

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

On My Tongue by @angrythingstarlight (chubby!bucky)

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

Destined to be Yours by @buckyalpine

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

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marvelouslizzie · 6 months

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Why Are You Doing This To Me?

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

pairing: Ex!Rockstar!Bucky Barnes x Female Reader

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

word count: 2.3K

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You are the love of my love.”

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

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

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

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

What a fucking asshole!

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

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

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

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

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

Selfish bastard!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

God, you hate him so much!

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

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

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

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

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

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

>> Did you listen?

<< Yeah.

>> How are you feeling?

<< Confused.

<< Are you still talking to him?

>> Yeah we all are.

<< Why didn’t you tell me that?

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

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

<< How is he doing?

>> Not great. He misses you.

<< I miss him too.

>> Are you gonna call him?

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

<< I don’t know what to do.

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

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

He’s the love of your life.

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

And you are the love of his life.

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

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marvelobsessed134 · 2 months

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Love Me Tender Series Masterlist

Pairings: 60s!Rockstar!Bucky x Fem!Reader

Warnings: slight innocent!reader, smut, age gap (not specified), gender roles for the time period, mentions of drug use (coke), alcohol usage

A/n: This is pretty inspired by the Priscilla/Elvis movies so yeah Bucky and Reader are loosely based off of Elvis and Priscilla.

Summary/Synopsis: You are the daughter of a big time Hollywood executive and get dragged along to an event full of starlets, musicians, and Hollywood insiders. There you meet Bucky Barnes one of the most famous rockstars of the year.

Part one: the meeting

Part two: the first date

Part three: moving in

Part four: the wedding

#bucky barnes fic #bucky barnes smut #bucky barnes x reader #rockstar!bucky x reader #marvel x reader #marvel au #marvel smut #60s au #elvis and priscilla #priscilla presley #elvis presley #Elvis #Elvis movie #vintage #Lana Del Rey

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bluehourbucky · 1 year

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Love from afar

pairing: rockstardad!bucky x fpregnatmom!reader

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

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

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

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

masterlist

bucky masterlist

rockstardad!bucky [extra content]

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Minors please don't interact

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Daddy!!"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Bucky chuckles and says love you again before hanging up.

"Theo what do you have there?"

"A KNIFE!"

"NO."

[THE END]

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

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noctumbra · 1 year

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𝐢 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐚 𝐛𝐞 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒔

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

pairing ─ brothersbestfriend!rockstar!bucky barnes x reader

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You sighed.

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

Nothing could change that.

──

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

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

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

And arrive, he did.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Bucky was hard.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Could you imagine, Rockstar!Bucky for a once not under the influence of anything during a show, only fueled by heartbreak because his girl finally had enough after the biggest argument yet. And usually, they fight and make up but she's avoiding him and the other guys girls and maybe even left the tour 🥺😭 But I cant figure out what the fight would have been about to have Bucky up there, pouring his heart out and his band looking on and not knowing what to do. And the fans confused but also loving the vibe 🥺🥺🥺

Look at him! If this is our White Wolf and Luna, I could see a fight happening because of a pregnancy scare. If he were to go down that path, it would be with you. But now? He's scared. You're both having fun and not quite ready for that, especially with him at the height of his career and loving the life he has. He isn't ready to give that up. Out of that fear, maybe he says something he shouldn't have. He regrets it, but expects you to come back after you throw the nearest object against the wall and storm out of his trailer.

You don't.

He'll see you after his show, right?

Not only do you not show, he notices your bag and some of your stuff is gone.

"What the fuck?"

He asks everyone where you went. No one saw you leave. When he tries to text you, they go unanswered. So do his calls. You haven't blocked him, so that has to be a good sign, right?

But you won't answer Steve or Nat's calls either. Bucky figures maybe they're too close to him, so he goes to Alice and Sunshine. No way would you ignore them. They've become like sisters to you.

Except you aren't responding to them either.

Bucky tries not to panic, but something in him breaks when he realizes you didn't take his favorite jacket with you. Were you cold? Did you miss him? Did you hate him?

Instead of turning to a bottle or anything else, he retreats in a bit on himself. The band, all of them, they're your family. And you're his Luna. His everything. How the hell is he supposed to pretend everything is okay when all he wants is you there?

How does he say he's sorry?

He wants your rage. Your passion. Yell at him. Tell him you hate him. He can take it. But your silence? You not being there? He can't handle that.

It's Alice who sends you the video of him on stage with the caption, "I don't know where you are, but we're worried. Just let us know you're okay, please."

It's a song he wrote for you, but it's tinged with sadness that everyone feels. You see worry cross the faces of the other band members when he closes his eyes and pour his everything into the music. He opens his eyes at the end and looks to the sky. You know he's looking at the moon.

Looking for his Luna.

"Come home."

You finally respond back with, "I'll be okay. I always am."

And you will be. You love Bucky and that'll never change. Maybe you'll call him in the morning. Or maybe he'll remember that secret spot you told him about and he'll find you there.

*****

Because who is the White Wolf without his Luna?

He doesn't want to find out.

Love and thanks! ❤️

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Kinkmas Day Two: Spit Kink

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

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

AU// Rockstar!Bucky x F!Reader

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

KINKMAS MASTERLIST

18+ ONLY MINORS DNI

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

No matter the weather, you wore those damn dresses.

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

Especially when he had been depriving himself of his urges.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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