I sort of just took this and ran with it.. A few birthday prompts in here, some filthy suggestions from @cadencejames87 and @sableseb and alot of self-indulgence 🤦♀️
Pairing: Rockstar!Bucky x Stepdad!Andy Barber x F!Reader
Bucky’s nicotine-laced fingers threaded through your tangled curls, his lithe hips pistoning into your abused flesh with the force of an uncaged animal. With a rough tug, he yanks your head up so your half-lidded gaze met Andy’s:
“Been holdin’ out on me Barber, didn’t tell me your daughter had a pussy this fuckin’ tight,” he growls, steadily keeping his punishing pace. Your eyes have almost permanently rolled back as another orgasm is ripped out of you, this time gushing his well-endowed cock with your juices.
Your stepfather is already 3 beers deep which is 2 more than your mother ever allows him.
“Stepdaughter,” he sharply corrects, taking another swig of the ice cold Heineken. The warm haze of liquor and lust all but consumes him, steel blue eyes locked on you as he uncomfortably adjusts his rock hard cock.
Bucky had been client of Andy’s when he worked at a private criminal defense firm in Manhattan, securing a mistrial when Bucky had been charged with drug trafficking and misdemeanour battery. So it was sufficed to say that the young rockstar owed him one. Backstage passes would cost him extra, though.
Andy had laid out the rules quite clearly: Don’t kiss her and don’t come inside of her. Your heart swelled just a bit when he forbid Bucky from the most intimate parts of sex - it almost made you feel like Andy had real feelings for you.
But everything else was fair game and Bucky certainly took advantage of every last stitch of real estate on your exposed frame. After he had fully fucked out your pussy, he’d move on to your tightest ring of muscle and pound into it until you literally couldn’t walk the next morning.
“Hurry up Barnes, I still want a piece’a her when you’re done,” Andy sneers, unzipping his light wash denim as you peer up at him through your smeared, damp lashes.
HOLY SHIT THIS IS THE CROSS OVER PAIRING OF MY DREAMS
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𝐅𝐈𝐂 𝐑𝐄𝐂𝐒 𝐈𝐈
Basically a list of all my favorite fics pt2.
𝐿𝑎𝑠𝑡 𝑈𝑝𝑑𝑎𝑡𝑒𝑑 𝟷𝟾/𝟶𝟽/𝟸𝟷
Bucky x Reader:
☽ 𝘽𝙖𝙙 𝙈𝙖𝙩𝙘𝙝 (series) by @justreadingfics
Bucky x Reader
"Bucky and the Reader are set up on a date, but things don’t go as well as expected."
☽ 𝘾𝙧𝙖𝙬𝙡 𝙃𝙤𝙢𝙚 𝙩𝙤 𝙃𝙚𝙧 by @wkemeup
Bucky x Reader
"Stranded without coms, alone, and bleeding out in the middle of a Russian snow storm, Bucky is content to let nature take its course. Only you won’t seem to let him go."
☽ 𝙄'𝙢 𝙒𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙔𝙤𝙪 (mini series) by @wkemeup
Bucky x Reader, modern!au
"When two strangers meet on a layover in the Charlotte Airport, they are sent on a whirlwind weekend filled with cancelled flights, painful questions over giant checkers, an ex-boyfriend’s wedding, and a confrontational graduation. They find that a lifetime can sit in the span of three days and it doesn’t take very long at all to fall in love. "
☽ 𝙎𝙩𝙖𝙧𝙠 𝙃𝙪𝙗 (series) by @world-of-aus
Pornstar!Bucky x Pornstar!Reader
"A collection of one-shots set in an AU world where the boys are porn stars working for stark entertainment"
☽ 𝙏𝙖𝙡𝙚𝙨 𝙤𝙛 𝙎𝙪𝙗𝙢𝙞𝙨𝙨𝙞𝙤𝙣 (series) by @world-of-aus
Roommate!Bucky x Roommate Reader
"Meeting Bucky Barnes was your last chance at trying to make it on your own. With days left before you were being evicted from your rundown apartment, you and your pair of friends knew he was your only hope before you had to tuck tail and return home. Meeting Bucky Barnes would not only be your chance at a new start, but would also introduce you into a world you had only heard of through tongue, a world you had only seen in films."
☽ 𝙉𝙤𝙗𝙤𝙙𝙮 𝘿𝙤𝙚𝙨 𝙄𝙩 𝙇𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙔𝙤𝙪 𝘿𝙤 by @ritesofreverie
Divorced dilf!bucky x fem!reader
"the hot dad next door finds your onlyfans.. oops?"
☽ 𝙏𝙖𝙞𝙣𝙩𝙚𝙙 𝙇𝙤𝙫𝙚 by @gogolucky13
70spornstar!Bucky Barnes x 70spornstar!Reader
"As a rising star in the adult film industry, you catch the eye of a one Bucky Barnes, who is set on ensuring you only work with him."
☽ 𝙃𝙚𝙖𝙫𝙮 𝙈𝙚𝙩𝙖𝙡 𝙇𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙧 (series) by @mypoisonedvine
sub!bucky barnes x dominatrix!reader
"working as a dominatrix is never exactly easy, but a new client brings challenges you never expected."
☽ 𝙏𝙚𝙡𝙡 𝙈𝙚 𝙔𝙤𝙪 𝙊𝙬𝙣 𝙈𝙚 by @buckysboobs
mafia!bucky x reader
"daddy teaches his little starlet a lesson when she acts like a brat and accuses him of cheating."
☽ 𝘼𝙘𝙦𝙪𝙖𝙞𝙣𝙩𝙚𝙙 by @celestialbarnes
TFAWS Bucky x Reader
"in which you and bucky don’t like each other very much, not until one afternoon when you two finally decided to get acquainted. (enemies to lovers)"
☽ 𝙎𝙞𝙣𝙣𝙚𝙧𝙨 by @kinanabinks
Bucky Barnes x Reader
"Anna is your best friend. Anna recently broke up her with shitty boyfriend, Bucky. Anna wants you to go pick up her stuff from their shared apartment. Bucky hates you. You hate Bucky. But you soon realize that there’s a thin line between hate and horny."
☽ 𝘿𝙚𝙜𝙧𝙖𝙙𝙚 by @nsfwsebbie
Dark!bucky barnes x innocent!reader
"you become buckys little slut."
☽ 𝙏𝙚𝙖𝙘𝙝𝙚𝙧'𝙨 𝙋𝙚𝙩 by @nsfwsebbie
Dark!professor!bucky x innocent!female reader
"your professor decides to corrupt you into his little slut."
☽ 𝗶’𝗺 𝗯𝗲𝗴𝗴𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝘆𝗼𝘂 (𝘁𝗮𝗸𝗲 𝗺𝘆 𝗵𝗮𝗻𝗱) by @cupidsbarnes
Bucky barnes x female!reader
"bucky doesn’t do love, you love bucky. being friends with benefits makes sense, right?"
☽ 𝘾𝙞𝙩𝙧𝙪𝙨, 𝙈𝙞𝙣𝙞𝙖𝙩𝙪𝙧𝙚 𝙎𝙪𝙣 by @babycap
Bucky barnes x fem!reader
"Steve's getting married, and as much as it thrills you that one-third of your 'to the end of the line' trio is getting hitched, it also fills you with dread at the prospect of your ex-fiance also being on the guest list. Luckily for you, the other third of your trio (who you are most certainly, absolutely not in love with) has a plan. A childhood friends-to-lovers, fake dating AU fic."
☽ 𝘽𝙪𝙧𝙣𝙩 (series) by @boxofbonesfic
Chef!Bucky x Aspiring Chef!Reader
"Kitchens are loud and hot, but you’ve never minded that. Never minded the burnt fingers, and cut hands. What you do mind is Chef Barnes, the cocky talent that put Black Adder Brewery on the map. You’re even less used to hating someone quite this much, but you’re sure, somehow, you’ll manage—if you don’t stab him first."
☽ 𝙈𝙪𝙧𝙙𝙚𝙧 𝙖𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙒𝙝𝙤𝙧𝙚𝙝𝙤𝙪𝙨𝙚 by @gotnofucks
Pornstar!Steve x Reader, Steve x Reader x Bucky
"When Sergeant Barnes assigns you a murder case at the brothel, you didn’t know you’d cross paths with Steve Rogers who was a bigger mystery than the case itself."
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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.
“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.
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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a/n: The below drabble is based on @sapphirescrolls drummer!Bucky:🥁🥁 Buck Nasty
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Pairings: toxic/dark rockstar Bucky x toxic Reader
Warning: 18+, toxic couple, mutual cheating, manhandling, misuse of drumsticks
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You were never a delicate person, impulsive and mouthy were your foundational characteristics. So your boyfriend, Buck Nasty, shouldn’t have been surprised that you’d fight back when seeing him zip up his fly when leaving the music studio’s bathroom with Sam’s current bedwarmer.
“You fucking whore!” you venomously spat down the gold record-ladened hallway.
“Hey!” Wilson’s flavor of the week cried in defense.
“Not you,” your eyes never leaving that shirtless asshole with the gold tooth smirk. “You.”
Before he could bother to regurgitate an excuse, you charged down the hallway and threw a set of drumsticks at him.
“You ask me to come down here- on my day off- and bring those special fucking sticks with me,” you seethed. “But you can’t bother to keep your own stick in your pants until I’m gone?!”
With your rage focused on the tattooed douchebag, Sam’s temporary girl saw an opportunity to escape and took it. Too afraid to redraw your attention, she didn’t bother retrieving her panties from Buck Nasty’s back pocket.
With all the confidence of an innocent man, Buck lightly rubbed his leg that one of the sticks hit and collected his property off the floor, “You bring my lunch order along with that pissy attitude of yours?”
“Have fun playing alone with that wood, little drummer boy. At least Steve knows how to pound my pussy.”
Your reign of verbal glory was cut short when the tip of a drumstick was pushed harshly up against the bottom of your chin. The stretch in your neck felt good for a moment until Buck forced it up further.
“Say something like that again and I’ll stuff your mouth with that bitch’s panties while stuffing you from behind,” he threatened, flipping and spinning the drumstick away from your chin.
You tried not to recoil as he moved the sticks down your body, switching sides with every tap along your torso. You squeezed your eyes shut at how slowly he dragged the sticks over your hips, circling them closer to your crotch.
Tracing the sticks along the edge of your panties, he slid them under the lace and lifted the sheer material away from your core. With a hard kiss to your forehead, he used the drumsticks to pull your panties back, making you shudder against him when you felt the elastic snap against your skin.
“Does my kitty wanna cream?” Buck Nasty chortled heatedly in your ear, flicking his wrists and running the drumsticks over your clothed core.
Biting your lip, you stifled a moan when he flipped the hem of your skirt- retracing the edge of your panties with the sticks and sliding them under the lace again.
“Smell so good when you’re like this, kitten,” he whispered, watching his special drumsticks disappear back under your panties.
Rolling the smooth sticks over your slit, his eyes never left the lacy design ripple and stretch above the drumsticks, “Smear that good luck on them for me, baby.”
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Every single thing I have written so far is strongly 18+ and super smutty! PLEASE heed all warnings at the start of each fic & DO NOT engage if you are a minor
💓special thanks to the incredibly talented @rainbowkisses31 for the beautiful little dividers xo
I'm With The Band Series
Part 1 (Where it all began)
Part 2 (Bucky corners you in the bathroom)
Part 3 (You finally hook up and it gets rough)
Part 4 (DP with drummer Steve Rogers and Bucky)
Part 5 (You film a tape with Bucky to make Steve jealous)
Part 6 (Bucky is coked out so you explore your feelings for Steve)
Live Wire (inspired by Seb with those drumsticks)
Shout at the Devil (Bucky refuses to share you & the hate sex proves it)
Kickstart My Heart (A bet with his bandmates turns into some hot motel sex for you)
Bucky & The Bombshell (Bucky & his girl want to take you home)
Sympathy for the Bombshell (Bucky tortures you with a remote controlled vibrator during a show - male POV)
Something Borrowed (dark!Bucky x innocent!reader collab with @sableseb )
The Smell of Sunshine (You give Mickey your virginity after a balmy night out in Greece)
Recollection (Stepdad!Andy, where it all began)
Lose Control (You tag along on the honeymoon)
Attitude Problems (Andy’s done with your attitude)
Ignition (Andy’s breeding kink emerges)
Inveigle (You lose your anal virginity)
Happy Daddy’s Day (You decide to tease Andy on his special day)
No Vacancy (Andy is sick of you being a hoe - male POV)
He lets rockstar!Bucky have a piece of you
He brings home your best friend to get revenge
Reprisal (Andy gets his just desserts for bringing home your friend)
Persuasion (Want a spot on the team? Earn it. - male POV)
Honey & Her (Sub!Lee has a mommy kink)
The Wolf , The Lamb (2 part story with BestFriendsDad!Steve - co-written with my beautiful, talented bestie @sableseb)
Constant Craving (Natasha introduces a new toy in the shower)
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6 with rockstar!bucky? 🤩
what a wicked thing to do
rockstar!bucky barnes x rockstar!reader + 6. there was only one bed (...) from the friends to lovers prompt list
word count: 1k
warnings: bed sharing, mutual pining, fluff, a little bittersweet, reader and bucky are in the same band.
"Can't you do something about that?" A plea, quiet as a whisper, fell from your lips as you paced up and down the carpeted hallway, and into your phone. "Anything, Sharon?"
Your manager wasn't having it. "It's just for one night, Y/N. You drew the short stick, you know how it works."
“That’s an unfair system and you know it.”
“I’d never heard you complain before.” You could imagine Sharon, pinching her nose with one hand while holding a glass of scotch in the other, phone hanging precariously from her shoulder, as she also paced around her office all the way back in New York. “‘Sides, you’ve already shared a bed with all of the boys at some point. What changed?”
The silence from your end had her sighing. “What changed, Y/N?”
“Nothing!” Your own, too quick, a little too loud, answer made you flinch. In a reflex, one of your hands covered your mouth as you looked at your room’s door, afraid of alarming the one who’s behind it. “Nothing’s changed. I just thought I could have a little more privacy, that’s all…”
“You’re in a rock band. You have no privacy.” Sharon deadpanned. You knew how impassive she could be - her tenacity and stubbornness were what got the band where it is today - you also knew that no matter how much you complained, clenched your teeth and huffed on your end of the call, she wouldn’t change her mind.
Calling Sharon was your hail mary, your last attempt at not ruining your own night - but to be fair, three bedrooms for four band members had already done that part for you. Four grown adults drawing sticks in the middle of a fancy hotel lobby - a tradition that had started in your garage days - ended up with you and Bucky, your drummer and life long friend, with two, very short, red sticks in hand.
Because, yes, things had changed.
Because Bucky Barnes wasn’t just the boy you’d met in high school, the one who drummed with his pencils in every possible surface, the one with long brown hair and lanky arms and silly jokes. Bucky was now a man, with more tattoos than you can count and rough hands that held you a little too close for comfort and looked at you with something like longing in his pale blue eyes. Somewhere along the road, things changed - and that, and the possibilities that it brought, scared you.
“I know, I know that…” A hand dragged over your face, fatigue already taking over your body, making it harder to argue. “Forget about that. I’m sorry I called.”
You hung up before Sharon had the chance to reply. Clutching your phone tightly to your chest, you prayed she’d never hold this against you. You also prayed that the night would end soon, and that whatever is waiting for you on the other side of that door, the one you were staring a hole into, would be kind to you.
As if sensing your thoughts, and your hesitance, that same door opened from within, revealing a damp-haired Bucky, half outside the doorway, still slightly wet from the shower, a few stray droplets running over his tanned, inked torso. You couldn’t look away, no matter how you tried.
“Aren’t ya coming in? It’s getting late.”
His kind smile was enough for you to take the first step, and the second, until you closed the door behind you.
The bright sunlight coming from the gap between the curtains, irradiating the room in a soft yellow hue, wasn't what was heating your sleeping body like a furnace - it took you a while to realize.
When you stirred on the sheets, stretching your body atop the many pillows and blankets only a hotel bed could offer, you were met with a hard chest, while one arm pulled you impossibly closer, squishing your face into his warm skin, and tangling your legs into a intricate knot beneath the blanket. You could barely breathe.
It felt like a dream, one where you find yourself longing for way after you wake up - except, it was real and it made the butterflies in your stomach flutter, which only made it more bittersweet. Life was hanging something you couldn’t have right in front of you - beside you, all around you, wrapping you in his warmth and his scent - only to take him away as soon as you left that bed.
Trying to make yourself as small as possible, you were able to detangle yourself from him, and turn to your other side, but it was all for nothing - Bucky must have sensed your distance, because not a second later he was pulling you in again, strong arms wrapping around your frame, bringing you into his body, and molding it to yours.
“Stop moving.” Bucky’s thick voice whined from behind you. “Cold without you.”
You would have chuckled at his adorable pouting if you weren’t so tense. “That’s what you have a blanket for.”
“You’re a lot better than a blanket.”
When you tried to move, his arms locked you in place. The drummer’s face fell to your shoulder, nuzzling the soft skin there, and moving up to your neck. “I heard your talk with Sharon last night, on the phone.”
Tensing, you tried to turn, but again, Bucky still wasn’t having it. “It’s okay, we can talk about it later. I jus’ wanna sleep a little longer, ‘s that okay, baby?” He pleaded. “Please, don’t leave. I mean it, it’s cold without you.”
“I’m sorry you had to hear that, I promise it was… not what it seemed.”
“I know.” A light kiss was pressed to your clothed shoulder, but you could still feel the heat of his lips, which lingered a moment too long. “I know what changed. We changed.”
“We did.” You agreed, swallowing the lump that insisted on growing in your throat.
This time, Bucky let your body turn on itself, only to hide your head on the crook of his neck. One of your hands nestled itself on his chest, while the other reached to his back. Seemingly satisfied, Bucky held your head in place, thumb running in a loving caress to your tangled hair. You were hiding, and he knew that.
“Go back to sleep.” He repeated himself. “Stop worrying. I’m right here.”
You nodded into his skin, and settled in. He was right, whatever conversation you needed to have could wait when you had all you wanted, where you wanted it.
a/n: we love a good ol' miscommunication trope. thank you for requesting @diegos-butt! 💗 as always, reblogs and feedback are much, much appreaciated.
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𝐢 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐦𝐚𝐝𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐢𝐧' 𝐲𝐨𝐮
summary ─ “having miles on the stage with me today felt amazing, but i miss him as a baby.” he kissed the spot right under your ear. “i want another.”
pairing ─ rockstar!bucky barnes x bassist!reader
warnings ─ smut, +18, breeding kink, dirty talk, pet names, fluff, kissing, light lactation kink, unprotected sex, fingering, rockstar!bucky is a dad, established relationship (husband and wife), the whole band has kids lol, daddy kink (not ddlg/ddlb), spitting and slapping the kitty kat
a/n ─ i don’t know where i got the idea but i suddenly wanted to see rockstar!bucky as a father and this happened. i hope you like it! please leave a comment if you do! thank youuu <33
title is from i was made for lovin’ you by kiss
“A’right,” Steve’s voice boomed through the microphone. “We have a new drummer.” He gave the crowd in front of him a very big smile. “He’s new into this, but he’s got all the qualifications we need.” He could see the audience talking to themselves, asking whether they kicked Bucky out of the band and hired a new drummer or not. Steve’s smile widened. “Ladies and gentlemen,” he said. “I present you, Miles Barnes!”
The spotlight moved from Steve to drums, where Bucky was perched on the stool with his five-year-old son Miles on his lap. He had the biggest smile on his face. His kohl-painted eyes were shining, hair covering half of his face, but it was impossible to miss the big smile. He didn’t have any t-shirt on him because it was a very hot night and he had been playing the drums for the past two hours now. His leather short shorts were giving him a brief relief whenever a breeze decides to say hi to him.
Miles was sitting on his lap, his tiny hands were holding his father’s drumsticks. He had a band merch t-shirt on; it was made especially for him, all tiny and cute. He had his father’s eyes; wide and blue, shining happily.
“Hi, Miles,” Bucky said, the microphone next to his drums picking up his voice. “Wanna say hi?” Miles grinned at his father, showing all the teeth he had. Bucky chuckled. “Yeah? You gonna say hi? Come on, then.” Bucky pointed the crowd.
Miles waved crazily with drumstick in his hand, almost gauging his father’s eye out. “Hi!” The crowd aww’ed and cooed.
“Miles is gonna play for you guys,” Bucky said. “He’s been real excited about it, ain’t ya pal?” Miles nodded, hair bouncing. Bucky giggled happily, kissing his son’s cheek. “Okay, I’ll handle the downstairs, you play upstairs, okay?” Miles nodded again.
“Are we good to go?” You said with your bass guitar hanging from your shoulder, watching your husband and son having their moment with a fond smile on your face. Bucky gave you thumbs up. Sam and Steve took their positions, too. “Ready, baby?” You asked Miles.
“Yesh!” He exclaimed. Bucky kissed his cheek loudly.
“One, one, two, three, four!” Bucky counted, and all of you started playing.
For a five-year-old, Miles was really good at playing the drums. He had always watched his father playing, always with them in the studio since he was born and even before that, while you were pregnant to him. He had the ear.
So, it wasn’t a surprise that you played a whole song with Miles hitting the right places and Bucky doing the foot work for him. He never missed a beat, looked all focused and cute while playing. You were beyond proud, and Bucky wasn’t so far off. You could see him whispering encouraging things in Miles’ ear throughout the song. It made you feel warm all over.
You cheered along with other members of the band and the audience when the song was over. Miles was grinning ear to ear. You immediately walked up to them.
“You did great, baby!” You exclaimed, hoisting him up, you hugged him. “You played so well! Just like your dad, huh?” Miles made happy, approving noises, and you couldn’t help but kiss him soundly. Bucky rose from his stool, kissing his hair and then your cheek. Sam was there to fist bump Miles.
“How did you find our new drummer?” Steve asked. You heard the crowd yelling ‘yes’ loudly than before. You laughed. “Your spot is in danger, Papa Barnes,” Steve joked. “I’d watch out if I were you.” Bucky snorted as he rolled his eyes.
“Watch out, punk,” he deadpanned. “Besides, let it be my son who takes over rather than someone else.” He ruffled Miles’ hair and smiled down at him. Steve held his hands up.
“Yeah, can’t argue with that logic,” he murmured. “Miles Barnes, people.” You turned Miles to the audience and told him to wave. Miles did so very enthusiastically. Everyone cheered and laughed. “Okay, we’ll have a small break and then we’ll be back for the last four songs…”
“I want another,” Bucky whispered into your ear, making you jump slightly. His arms slid around your waist, pulling your body against his, and he trailed his nose up and down your neck. “Having Miles on the stage with me today felt amazing, but I miss him as a baby.” He kissed the spot right under your ear. “I want another.”
“Bucky…” Your eyes closed as your head lolled back, resting on his shoulder. Bucky hummed. He continued to his assaults on your neck as he kept talking.
“I miss seeing you pregnant, honey,” he whispered. “I miss your bump, miss feeling them kicking into my hand and miss fucking you bare.” He nipped your flesh gently. You hummed, grinding your hips against his crotch at the memory of the night Miles was most likely conceived. Bucky hummed, too, like he knew exactly what you were thinking.
“Don’t you wanna have another son, mama? Hm?” His hot breath licked over the gentle bite he placed a second ago, and you shivered. “Or a girl this time? With your hair and brains?”
“Bucky, fuck,” you moaned lowly. “Miles is in the next room.” Bucky scoffed.
“Please, we’ve fucked in dressing rooms while it was packed,” he rolled his eyes. “Miles being in the next room won’t stop me from treatin’ you, and you know it, pretty.” You hummed approvingly. It really wouldn’t stop him. “You still gotta be quiet, though,” he whispered then, licking the flesh he had been assaulting. Shuddering violently, you leaned into him even more.
“You really want another baby?” You asked him. The tour was almost over; you only had four more stops before you were finished, and then you’d probably be in studio, writing new songs for the next couple years. It was the perfect time to have another, actually.
“Yeah, honeybun,” Bucky agreed. “I wan’ it so much. Besides, Miles would make a great big brother.” You smiled at the thought. Miles was always a sharing and caring kid; you saw him helping Sam’s daughter getting up after a fall, watched putting a band-aid on Steve’s son’s knee…
“Okay,” you said. “Let’s have another.” Bucky let out a soft ‘whoop’ sound before he threw you over his shoulder and marched towards the bedroom. Thankfully, the hotel room was big so, your sounds would most likely to be muffled and wouldn’t wake Miles up very easily. You still placed the baby monitor close to you.
Shedding your clothes quickly, you pulled Bucky in by his belt loops. Both of you fell onto the cloudy bed with your limbs mixed with each other, and Bucky leaned in for a hot, passionate kiss. You moaned into his mouth. The way he kissed you always stole your breath away, always woke up the butterflies that lived in your stomach. His kisses also made you feel cherished and loved which was the main reason why you loved kissing him so much.
Humming, you trailed your hands to his back, nails digging into his tattooed skin. Bucky moaned brokenly. You spread legs even more, heels came to rest at his back, and you threw your head back, baring your throat to him.
“God, the first time you pulled this trick on me, I was reciting baseball scores so that I won’t come the second you brush against my dick,” he murmured, and you laughed. Bucky huffed into your skin. “Yeah, laugh away. You have no idea how fucking beautiful you are.” You smiled down at him, cheeks feeling hot as the shyness shone in your eyes. Bucky chuckled fondly. He kissed your neck, fingers pulling your shorts down with your panties. You hummed and lifted your hips to help him take them off. He threw the clothes somewhere in the room without lifting his head.
“Hmm, Bucky,” you sighed, fingers diving deep into his hair and pulling them lightly. He buried a soft moan into the skin of your neck.
“You’re so soft, damn,” he whispered, kissing his way down to your breasts. “Can’t wait for these to fill out again so that you can feed me some.” You groaned while he chuckled. “It tastes very good, mama, hush.” You rolled your eyes.
“You’re impossible,” you murmured and heard him getting out a ‘damn right’ before he bit the soft flesh of your breast over your bra. You gasped. Bucky’s hand sneaked under the oversize t-shirt ─his t-shirt─ you had on, and his fingers were quick to unclasp your bra.
Bucky growled when the t-shirt got in his way. “Off,” he grumbled. You sat up for a second to ditch the cloth with your bra. When you were free of any sort of clothing, laying naked under Bucky, you watched him properly crawl on top of you. He kissed the valley of your breasts, biting down on them gently before he took one of your nipples in his mouth.
Hissing, your fingers got tangled in his mid-length hair, pulling on the strands harshly. Bucky moaned at the delicious sting on his scalp. He sucked and twirled his tongue on the perky tip, biting very gently sometimes to increase the sensation. His right hand was squeezing your left boob while his left arm had sneaked down, stroking your lower stomach gently as if there was a baby already. You shivered.
“Don’t tease,” you murmured. “Please, not today, ple─ Oh!” His fingers came in contact with your clit, making you jump and tighten your legs around him as you threw your head back and bit your lip to keep your loud moan inside. Bucky hummed, lips still around your nipple and sucking. “Bucky!” you hissed again. He pulled back with an obscene ‘pop’ sound.
“What’s wrong, baby?” He asked. You wiggled under him.
“Don’t tease, please,” you whimpered, tugging on his t-shirt. He smirked. It was half playful and half dangerous, you inhaled shakily. Straightening up, he ditched the t-shirt, exposing his tattooed chest on display among with his nipple piercings. You trailed your hands on his chest, flicking his nipples to make him moan and nails following the lines of his tattoos to make him shudder.
“Hmm,” he hummed. “It’s not fair of you to tell me not to tease you while you’re doing the same to me.” You winked at him. You moved your hands south, to his belt, and you quickly unbuckled it. Before you could throw it away, Bucky grabbed it from you. His huge hand took a hold of your wrists, and you felt the leather of his belt against them, suddenly tied up to the bedpost.
“Yup,” he said. “You’re getting handsy.” You pouted.
“Can I not touch my husband?” You said, increasing your pout. Bucky chuckled. He leaned in for a kiss as his fingers undid the button of his pants.
“Of course you can, love,” he murmured against your lips. “Just not now.” He gave you a peck on the cheek. “I have a mission.” You snorted. “A holy mission.”
“Jesus, Barnes,” you said, cackling. “It sounds so unholy when you say it like that.” He grinned.
“As it should because it’s gonna be messy as fuck.” With that, he briefly abandoned you on the bed and chucked his pants down. “God, I feel like a teenager who’s about to lose his virginity because it’s been so fucking long since I got to fuck you bare.”
“You’re an idi─ mmph,” you murmured but got cut off by Bucky’s lips onto yours, tongue licking inside.
Next ten minutes or so spent by making out with your gorgeous husband, swallowing his moans and him pulling whimpers out of you. His hips were grinding against yours slowly. His cock, all weeping and red, slid on your equally wet and desperate sex. Bucky straightened up. He slid his arms under your legs and lifted them up on his shoulders. You gasped. You knew where this was going. You knew his favorite position after all.
“Yeah,” he grunted. “You know what I’m about to do, bunny,” he whispered. He hugged your legs with one arm and pressed them against his chest. His free hand untied you. “Wanna feel you touching me, but I’m pulling out the rope for the round two.” You nodded. You’d be okay with that as long as you got what you want for the first one. Or until you got over your desperation.
You watched his hand disappearing from your view, and the next second you felt his cock at your slick hole. “Yeah, gimme,” you whispered. Bucky hummed. He shuffled forward, thighs resting against the back of yours, and he leaned forward. His cock slid inside of you slowly, making you feel every inch and vein as he did so. You groaned.
“Fuck,” he gasped. “Been fuckin’ you silly at every chance I get, but you’re still tight as fuck─ Oh my God.” He threw his head back as he wrapped his other arm around your legs. You mewled at the feeling of his cock inching its way in you. Your knees were almost touching your chest, your felt small under his bulk.
“Oh shit, Bucky,” you gasped, nails digging into the meat of his biceps. He groaned as an answer. He bottomed out after what felt like a century, and both of you let out a moan of relief. “So big…” You whispered.
“Yeah, baby,” Bucky said. “Made for your tight, lil pussy.” He pulled out slightly and thrusted in. Your slick walls were hugging his hard cock so nicely, Bucky felt like he might pass out any second. His cock was literally getting swallowed by them whenever he tried to pull out a little, and the thought was doing something to him. “Shit, princess. You’re pussy is milking me already.” He let out a harsh exhale as he thrusted in once more. His balls snug against your crack, you clenched around him.
“God, move,” you breathed. “Move, please.” Bucky hushed you, placing a soothing kiss on your ankle. You whimpered when he pulled out and thrusted in a bit harder than before. “Yeah, c’mon.”
“You know the magic words, bunny,” Bucky rasped. “Use them and I’ll fuck you like you want.” You whimpered again. Even though saying those words turned you on a lot and made your sex life whole fucking sexier, you still couldn’t help but get shy each time Bucky asked you to say them out loud. “Aw,” he taunted. “I love how you get shy every time.” He kissed your nose. “Say it,” he whispered against your lips, giving your bottom lip a harsh bite. You gasped.
“Mmh,” you hummed, sounding more like a whine. Murmuring a ‘fuck it’ to yourself in your mind, you tried to ignore your shyness as you gave Bucky what he wanted. “Please, daddy,” you whispered. “Breed me, fuck a baby in me, please!” Bucky groaned loudly. Those magic words sounded like a freaking lullaby to him, like angels were singing especially for him, and he groaned once again before he picked up a faster pace.
“A’right, bunny,” Bucky rumbled. “I’ll fuck a baby in you. I’ll breed you proper and stuff you well.” His balls were hitting against your crack, his pelvic bone brushing against your clit with his every thrust, your eyes rolled back. “I did that before, didn’t I? I fucked you proper, breed you well and you gave me a son.” Shuffling forward a bit more, Bucky dropped his torso onto his elbows, bending you in half. “Gimme another, huh, mama? Another son?”
You moaned loudly, but it sounded muffled due to Bucky’s bulk covering your body. Your nails were digging very deeply into his skin, possibly leaving marks, and your pussy was getting assaulted in the best way possible. Every drag of his cock, Bucky made sure you felt the every twitch and vein, and it had been driving you crazy for a little while now.
“Fuck, James,” you panted. Bucky leaned in to capture your lips with his. Moaning into it, you slid one of your hands into his hair, pulling on them tightly enough to yank his head back with a gasp.
“Oh fuck─” He moaned, hips twitching and pace faltering for a second.
“I fucking love your pain kink,” you whispered hotly against his lips and pulled on his hair even more. Bucky let out a throaty moan. His hips practically jackrabbitting in and out of you, you could feel the desperation in his movements. You dragged your hand down his arm, nails still dug deep into the skin, you clenched around him. “Gimme your come, daddy,” you moaned when his next thrust brushed that sensitive spot in you. “There!” You gasped when he did it again. “Fuck, there!”
You heard him cursing in Russian, something that he usually did when he was too turned on or too close to coming. “Fuck, you’re gonna be the death of me,” Bucky grunted. His cock moved even faster in you. He pulled out until it was only the head inside and slammed back in, managing to brush that sweet spot in you every time. You groaned. Your legs started to shake a bit, your lower stomach tingling with your upcoming orgasm.
“’m close,” you whimpered. Your hand in his hair slid down his back, leaving angry, red marks down his spine and making him shudder with the amazing feeling of pain mixed with pleasure. “Daddy,” you whined. “’m so close, gimme─” Bucky snarled. Suddenly straightening up, he held your legs up on the air by your ankles.
His thrusts got sloppy. The obscene sounds of wetness and skin slapping skin had filled the room, echoing slightly, and very briefly, you wondered if Miles was able to hear you. You bit your lip.
“So good,” Bucky was mumbling. “Feels so good aroun’ me. Like velvet, softest pillows, hmm.” Your breath hitched. He was nailing that spot with his every thrust, and you were on the edge. Bucky growled when he felt you tightening up as a warning. He brought one of his hands harshly on your pussy, slapping the slick covered flesh, and you cried out. “Sshh,” Bucky whispered. “Be quiet, bunny.” He slapped your pussy three more times, abusing your sensitive clit and making it throb. You watched his face getting dark and more turned on with each passing second. Your brain short-circuited when you saw him spitting right onto your clit, and you gasped.
Bucky pressed his thumb on your clit where he just spitted, rubbing it in and rolling your clit beneath his fingertip at the same time. Your back arched, legs trembled violently and walls tightened around Bucky’s cock as you came with a silent scream.
“Fuck, you’re face─” Bucky breathed. He picked up his pace again, going back to his jackrabbitting. His balls were heavy and slick, cock twitching you deliciously. “’m gonna come, bunny,” he rasped. “Gonna come in you. Gonna put a baby in you, get you pregnant again─” He gasped loudly and let out a long groan. His cock twitched, balls seized up, and they emptied themselves into you. He fell onto his elbows on the last second, leg muscles twitching with his cock still in you. You hummed.
“This was almost as hot as the one we had when we conceived Miles,” you slurred. Bucky hummed into the crook of your neck. His hips were still thrusting in and out of you at a very lazy pace, you sighed at the feeling. “We’re filthy,” you whispered. “Gotta shower.” Bucky let out a protesting sound.
“In the mornin’,” he rumbled and rolled to the empty side of the bed, pulling you with him.
“Bucky─” He placed his hand over your mouth.
“In the mornin’ I said, bunny, hush.” You sighed, accepting your fate. Snuggling against him even more, you closed your eyes. It didn’t take too long for the sleep taking over you both.
“Oh, hey, Liv,” Bucky whispered as he stroked his daughter’s soft cheek. Little baby girl made a cooing sound and snuggled into her father’s hand on her face. Bucky stifled a sob. “Gonna get you inked on my body like your brother with your mama,” he murmured. “It’s tradition.” You smiled at your husband.
“We can take you guys,” the tattoo artist said, a soft smile on their face as they watched the small family walk inside. You placed the small portable baby bed on the small couch, helping Miles climb on next to his sister.
“Watch out for her, okay, baby?” You asked. Miles nodded. He immediately placed his hand on his sister, holding onto her little hand. You felt your eyes getting teary at the scene. Kissing his forehead, you went back to the seats where the artist was waiting for you.
“He’s cute,” the artist said. “Protective.”
“Takes after his father,” you told them. Bucky rolled his eyes, but there was a proud look on his face. You chuckled.
“Alright, what do you guys want?”
Ten minutes later, you left the tattoo shop hand-in-hand with Bucky. You were holding Miles’ hand with your other one and Bucky was carrying Olivia. You could see the small patch on his chest where he got his new tattoo while it was on your hand: Names of your kids and the day they born. Small, but a memoir anyway.
You got inside the car, Bucky sliding next to you with Olivia on his lap. “You know, Liv, I was made for lovin’ you guys.” You snorted as you fixed Miles’ hair who was sitting on your lap.
“You’re a sap,” you murmured. He hummed approvingly.
“A badass sap,” he said, making you snort again. “A badass sap with tattoos.”
“You’re also a dumbass, don’t forget to add that in your CV.” He laughed.
“Yeah,” he nodded, eyes finding yours. “I’ll remember to add that I’m a badass and dumbass sap with tattoos who’s crazily in love with you.” You felt your cheeks burn.
“Shuddup, Barnes,” you grumbled. He grinned wickedly and kissed your warm cheek. He, then, signaled the driver, and the car started to move.
You sighed happily as the car drove the four of you home.
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Can I request a Rockstar!Bucky x Rockstar!Reader and it’s just really really dirty sex!! Haha with like lots of 🐱 slapping and dirty talk and fast, rough, hard sex!!! With missionary and riding Bucky so hard with his hands pinned by his head and chocking him and when it’s missionary he chokes reader 🥵🥵🥵🥵🥵
I love you❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️
Title: To the beat of sin
Pairing: Rockstar!Bucky x Rockstar!Reader
Summary: In the heat of music, you do something that makes Bucky mad. He reminds you of who you belong you, but you have a lesson for him too.
Warnings: Smut, hair pulling, spanking, clit spanking, rough sex, choking, mentions of steve x bucky, 18 + ONLY
A/N : I love you too!
The floor beneath your feet was rumbling, pulsing with music that beat into you with seductive grace. For as far as you could see, a sea of people rose and swayed in waves, lost in the tunes of the music and your voice. You sang, you sang lost in the beats that reverberated like an aphrodisiac through your veins. The lyrics, the tune, the thrumming of the guitar all pooled into the apex of your thigh, bringing you to a high you only experienced this way.
It was lust. Lust for seeing the crowd cry and cheer, howl at you with incoherent pleasure. You could have spat at them and they would have drunk it down like elixir. The words flowed from your throat with no provocation, almost coming out as a chant to cast their magic on the listener, turning them your slave. The drums made your heart pound, the high notes and the lows all hitting you so hard that you felt like melting and becoming a part of the music, something magical beyond comprehension.
The effect on the crowd was phenomenal. They were dancing, sweaty and hoarse and crazy, their energy contagious. As they beheld you, their goddess, you felt your chest swelling with pride and love and sin. Reaching the last notes, you crossed over to the closest person to you and stuck your tongue down their throat, mashing your bodies together to release into them. The crowd went wild. They cried as if Aphrodite had just kissed a bloodied Ares in the halls of Olympus. You smiled, eyes blown wide with lust as you stared at the blond who looked as far gone as you.
Deafening, thunderous beats of the drums separated you and you chanced a glance at him. He hit the instrument so hard you were sure it would rupture, just like you were sure you’d be soon. He glared at you, his blue eyes promising you a world of pain and he struck one last time, the crowd oblivious to the ominous end it brought.
You were well and truly fucked, and right now, you didn’t give a damn.
You grit your teeth as he dragged you by your hair, pulling you further down into the room until he shoved you roughly into the mattress, his hand tightening in your roots to bring your face closer to his.
“How many times?” he hissed, the vein in his neck pulsing “My kitty doesn’t go mewl for someone else.”
He grabbed your legs and twisted your body, landing sharp slaps on your bottom before you knew it. You grunted, more out of annoyance than pain. As he loosened his hold, you reached back to push his chest, straightening until you faced him. Both your eyes were narrowed, angry and wanton, raw and untamed just like man was born to be.
“I am not your kitty,” You whispered dangerously, cupping his jaw hard. “If anything, you are my bitch. So, heel.”
In a moment your dress was in tatters, his fingers digging into your flesh until they would burn in as bruises. You never bothered hiding them. You growled into his mouth, your teeth and tongue clashing like armies, bodies undulating together. He pushed down his pants, holding you fast with one hand as his other went down to your weeping slit. He hissed at your warmth, thrusting inside until you keened, a nasty smirk on his face.
“My kitty grows some claws when she doesn’t get her cream.” He said and delivered a slap onto your clit. You chocked on a cry, twisting in his hold until his thick hand wrapped around your throat and squeezed in warning. He slapped you again, your back arching as your cunt exploded in a mix of pain and pleasure, his fingers tweaking you like he did to instruments. By gods were those hands made to sin.
He entered you in a single thrust, holding you down with his body as his hips carried out a rhythm of their own. You croaked out moans, unable to utter a word as his hand constricted your throat. The sounds of bodies slapping, of your juices squelching in debauchery made a concert of its own. You came powerfully, your nails digging crescents into his arm and shoulder, his breath on your neck.
“You touch another man again, the only thing your mouth will do is suck me off!” He promised. “And if you so much as go near my best friend again, I’ll take you out there on the stage for the world to see.”
You laughed and his hold on you loosened. His cock speared you open, probing you deep just like his eyes did. Pulling him closer, you wrapped your legs around his waist, thrusting up to meet him every step. You licked his cheek before pulling on his ear, twisting the small ring in his lobe until he let out a pained whimper.
“My bitch also gets cranky when he hasn’t got his bone. If you want your reward, be a good fucking boy!”
You rolled him off and under you within seconds, your tits bouncing freely as you rode him. He pushed away your hair that came up to cover your chest, skilled fingers pinching your nipples to the point of pain.
“That pussy is mine. You are mine.” He said, eyes closed and head thrown back as your clenched and rolled your hips. You smirked, leaning down and nipping on his chest and neck until you were face to face.
“Don’t be pathetic.” You snapped, fisting his hair and pulling hard. “Not when the very best friend you ask me to stay away from is one whose cock you sucked the other day.”
His eyes widened and he held your waist and urged you faster, both of you growling animalistically. You kissed him deep, tangling your tongue with his until breathing was a sad excuse to break apart. You could have died and greeted the devil in hell right now.
“Don’t tell me who to touch when you’re out there milking his cock. I’ll touch whoever I want. I’ll touch your best friend if I want. On his mouth, on his balls, on his ass. Wherever I want.” You said, your pussy starting to pulse again. “And you know what? He will love it and you cannot do a damn thing!”
You came again, drenching his balls in your spent as you kept going through your high, riding him as if he were what would deliver you from and to sin. His eyes were liquid and feral, and they made your blood boil.
“Don’t you dare!” He warned and you put your hands around his neck in defiance, squeezing just like he had done moments ago.
“Oh I dare. He’ll be my bitch just like you. You can ask him yourself.” You said and jerked your head towards the door where Steve stood, completely in awe at the sight of you both. His hand was over the bulge in his pants, teeth biting into his bottom lip, and you winked at him.
Bucky grunted hard, jerking so powerfully he almost threw you off as he came into you. You kept going until the last of his release was out, and you collapsed on his sweaty chest to share one last dirty kiss. He didn’t say anything and neither did you. The matching fingerprints on your necks were symbolic of how bound you were.
Pulling away, you scooped the mixture of your release from your cunt and walked away from him, buck naked. As you passed the door, you smeared that cum on Steve’s cheek without sparing him a glance, swaying your hips as you left them startled in your wake.
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Pairing: Rockstar Bucky x Reader
Word Count: 500ish
Summary: Inspired by the above GIF
(🥵💦), Bucky decides to show you just how dextrous he is.
Warnings: 18+, minors DNI! Dirty talk, degradation, fingering, voyeurism
You usually occupied yourself for the ninety-ish minutes Buck went to soundcheck each afternoon, whether it was with a sweaty sesh at SoulCycle or a self-indulgent treatment at the hotel spa. But today you had decided to drop in on rehearsal and offer up some support. You and Bucky weren't official but it didn't hurt to show you cared.
Clad in a barely-there sunshine yellow crop top and curve-hugging mini-skirt, you sat cross-legged in the front row of the amphitheatre, eagerly waiting for Bucky to take his turn on the drum kit. During soundcheck, the venue ran on a skeleton crew and the only other soul you saw was a lighting engineer who popped in and out as he was needed.
With a flick of his wrists, Bucky could twirl the drumsticks so effortlessly. He almost made it look easy. His double stroke rolls were so precise and yet the sounds he curated were messy, harsh, and iconically rock and roll. His large palms gripped the oak drumsticks, bashfully thumping against the high-hat and snapping against the cymbals.
“Ugh babe, so hot. You’re so good with those hands..” You coyly commented, smiling sweetly at him. You wanted to wear his hands like a necklace.
“Yeah? C’mere a minute, doll,” he tutted, placing both sticks on the middle tom. You tramped up the stairs and onto the stage, just as you were told. You spread your feet a few scoots apart, arching your back in eager anticipation. Bucky grunted approvingly, both hands creeping up your flimsy skirt as he yanked your hips forward, hovering over his lithe thighs.
“Buck, there are people here..” you motioned to the lighting guy who sat in the booth not fifteen feet from you two. He may have been preoccupied with setting the cues for that evening’s show but he was RIGHT THERE.
Dismissing your concerns, he firmly chastised you: “No panties eh, baby? What did I say about acting like a slut in public?” his voice low and gravelly.
He spat on his index finger and rammed it inside you without warning. You inhaled sharply, barely registering what just happened, eyes wide and mouth open. He brutally curled his index finger inside you, no mercy for how abrupt he was.
You became a whimpering mess, your moans emitting at a frantic pitch. You fucked yourself back up onto his fingers but were met with scorn.
“Nuh uh, baby takes what I give her. Don't be a greedy whore.” he spits out, shoving a second finger inside, allowing not more than three seconds for you to swallow it up before tearing into you with a third.
"Bucky, oh fuck.. Fuck!” is all you could whine, your velvet walls clenching onto the calloused digits as you felt yourself come completely undone.
You could feel the pressure build in your abdomen, felt the stinging rush of arousal radiate throughout your body - so close to release. You couldn't take a breath that sated you fully, you couldn’t focus on anything but Bucky's fingers deep inside your tight pussy. You preened and blushed as he continued slicing through you. You felt a little floaty, a little dazed. This is what heaven must be like.
And they say all good boys go to heaven, but bad boys bring heaven to you.
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Okay. But like rockstar!Bucky and Steve taking turns fucking you in the recording booth and using your moans in a song
Oh my word! 🙊
Well, if you insist... I think this is my last Rockstar AU. I feel so out of place with these, haha. I’m gonna leave it to the professionals 😘.
Warnings: 18+ ONLY, language, unprotected sex, inappropriate use of a recording studio. Divider by @firefly-graphics
“It’s missing something,” Bucky mutters, his ringed fingers tapping on the counter.
Steve leans over to listen, raising an eyebrow when the snippet of music finishes.
“Yeah, you’re right,” Steve agrees, a smile spreading across his face. “I think it needs a woman’s touch, don’t you think?”
Bucky smirks at the idea, Steve opening the door to the recording room.
“Babe! Come here, will you?”
You’re busy with work but at Steve’s call, you place your laptop down, heels clicking on the tile when you spy him at the door.
“I have an article to finish,” you protest, the heat of his gaze giving you butterflies.
“Need your help, sweetheart. Come here.”
Your head is thrown back when you come undone again, Steve pounding you against the table as your sweet moans fill the air. All it took were a few words of encouragement and that stupidly sexy smirk when you told him he was out of his mind, there would be no way you could do something like that, no way you would allow him to record your voice when he was buried to the hilt of you.
Until he was and you forgot Bucky was recording.
“I think I got it,” Bucky says, his voice streaming through the comm. “Sounds like a fuckin’ dream.”
“Did so good, babe,” Steve praises, kissing you deeply as his thumb swipes over your clit before he pulls out. “But we’re not done yet.”
“W-What?” you squeak, Steve’s large hands on the sides of your face as he kisses your nose.
“Gotta make sure we get all your pretty little sounds. Bucky wants to help. Can you let him help you? You know how bad he’s been wanting you.”
You spy Bucky out of the corner of your eye, Steve kissing you again before he slaps your thigh, making you squeal.
“Hi gorgeous,” Bucky says with a sinful smile. “You ready to sing for me while you’re on my cock?”
When he kisses you, he tastes like mint and chocolate, the taste of tobacco buzzing on your lips before you feel him push up inside you and you keen, Bucky’s groan of pleasure eliciting a laugh from Steve.
“Told you my girl is good. This is your one and only shot. Make it count,” Steve reminds him, the door closing.
He’s not as gentle as Steve can be, his thrusts hard amid your wails, his hands holding you down as he whispers filthy praises against your neck. When you shatter, you whisper Steve’s name, Bucky laughing darkly when Steve’s voice comes over the comm.
“Almost as loud for you, Buck. But I still win. You did good, doll. Proud of you.”
Bucky drives up inside you once more before he cums with a hard pant.
“Sounds like a challenge to me,” Bucky suggests, lifting your chin up to kiss you. “If this becomes a hit, you’ll be our backup singer. Taking both of us at once. Steve likes his popularity, you know.”
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Bucky Barnes x Reader; Geralt x Reader
Word count: 6101 (I got carried away)
Warnings: 18+ NSFW smut so no minors, angst, fluff, aggression and violence, friendship betrayal, match making, new relationships, jealousy, injury, reader had past crush, Nat likes match making, Nat’s a great friend, new feelings and beginnings and dark character traits.
A/N: This is part of Emma and Miri’s fanfic trope challenge. I picked Jealousy and Matchmaking as the tropes and the Bandmates AU. I planned this and went a completely different direction because halfway through writing it I was inspired by something @lifeofrileyp . This brought Geralt in. I’ve really gotten into Henry Cavill lately and that is partly due to Riley and @mollygetssherlockcoffee. I have truly enjoyed writing this piece even though it has been written whenever I have a spare moment due to a major opportunity I have been given. What I love is that it pushed some new boundaries for me.
My work is not beta read and all of my mistakes are my own.
Please feel free to like, reblog and/or comment. The feedback is always appreciated especially when doing something new.
"Where's Bucky?" Y/N asked as they set up in the studio.
"Either hungover or sleeping off his fuck from last night. Steve was it Amber? Anna? Anja?" Sam replied listing names and failing to notice that hint of frustration in Y/N's eyes. Steve didn't miss it though.
"I'm not sure but we need to rehearse though" Steve diverted the conversation.
"On the upside, Evanescence's management has given us permission to do 3 covers in a tribute EP for the All Stigmas Broken charity that Y/N wanted to do" Nat smiled with pride at Y/N. They were like sisters and she could read Y/N like a book. Steve patted Y/N's back in congratulations. While Y/N went through some lyrics of a new song with Steve, Sam and Nat worked on the melody together. Y/N and Steve suddenly burst into fits of laughter while Nat raised her eye brow in confusion. Sam looked at them as if they were naughty children. Slowly catching her breath, Y/N apologised to them.
"What's so funny?" Nat finally asked.
"Steve said he was inspired last night and wrote 2 lines for a song: I got my junk in the trunk
And major lump in the front" they both cackled like kids again as Sam looked horrified and Nat shook her head in amusement. Bucky walked into the studio and things went silent.
"Nice of you to show up" Sam's tone holding sarcasm.
"Sam!" Steve spoke in a warning tone. Sam rolled his eyes.
"I'm so sorry, I had trouble getting rid of Amber this morning. She figured a one night fuck means we're engaged" he sighed.
"You're lucky we're not in the 1940s pal, you would have had to marry her" Steve pointed out. Bucky nodded and noticed Y/N and Nat hadn't said anything to him. Instead, they were going over the emailed contract the manager of Evanescence had sent.
"Mornin’ Nat, hey Y/N, doll are you OK?"
"No Bucky we need to rehearse but you put your cock's needs before the band" she admonished. The room fell deadly silent as Bucky stared down at the floor with shame. He knew he'd fucked up and was always upsetting Y/N. They had been good friends at one time and she’d always been there for him. But more often than not, he used her as someone to be in his corner during arguments or to help him with some of his one night stands. He had thought of getting her into bed and knew she’d carried a bit of a torch for him at one time and he’d used it against her knowing he’d never get involved with her because he didn’t see the point in committed relationships.
Y/N was already doing a mic check and Nat and Steve were assisting and making sure they were in tune. Sam was running some chords as Bucky set his guitar up and ensured it was in tune. Y/N counted everyone in as they began the musical intro. She began to sing:
Bucky struck the wrong chords causing the band to stop abruptly. Nat rolled her eyes. Y/N stopped and walked away from the mic.
I've crossed the line and I've got no shame
Breaking the rules every time I play
Running the edge, I'm giving the chase
Nothing to lose, I've got nothing to say
What you want doesn't matter anymore
I'm stepping up and I'm ready for war
Look at the ones fallen before
Coming to me trying to even the score
“Did you even practice the songs Buck?” Steve asked.
“I… erm I was a little busy” he tried to grin and shrug it off with boyish charm.
“With Amber?” Sam asked with sarcasm.
“That was last night. There was Mellie, Cammie, Ems and Lolly too” he chuckled. Y/N scoffed shaking her head. Nat knew that look. It took a lot for Y/N to lose her temper. She was known for being the least likely to lose it in the group but Bucky was pushing her buttons and Nat was concerned.
“Y/N are you ok?” Steve asked.
“Of course she isn’t” Sam replied, “she’s fed up with Captain Fuckboy over there” he accused pointing at Bucky. The smile dropped off of his face as Y/N walked past him and left the studio.
Stepping out of the building, she sat on the stair of the place and just stared at the busy road and street in front of her. The band was everything to her. She wanted to see them have more success because of their hard work and right now the only thing that was holding them back was Bucky’s lackadaisical attitude. It was like he only cared about the lifestyle and not the music. He’d changed a lot, no longer the friend she could always turn to and Y/N couldn’t understand how it had happened without her noticing it. Bucky joined her on the step and didn’t say anything at first because he could feel her anger radiating off of her. He couldn’t work out why she was so mad.
“Y/N, I’m sorry. I never meant to fuck up in rehearsal. I’ve just had a lot on, you know” Bucky offered by way of apology. She kept her head down as she clasped her hands.
“Save it Buck ok. I get it, you’re a rock star and you want the rock star lifestyle. Booze, money and women. But if you want the lifestyle, you need to do the work too” Y/N’s voice was quiet and tired. Bucky’s ire was raised by her comment.
“Now hold on, I do put the work in. I’ve written songs, I’ve rehearsed, I’ve done the gigs” he argued.
“Bucky, the last few months have been hard work getting you to show up for rehearsals, you don’t bother learning the new songs which means we keep turning out the old stuff. You don’t really talk to me anymore and it just feels like you are more committed to your one night stands than you are to the group. I need to know you still want this Buck” her sigh was almost broken. He didn’t reply Y/N stood up and went back inside feeling even worse after speaking to him.
Nat hugged Y/N as she re-entered the studio. She noticed the deflated expression Y/N held.
“Not a pep talk then?” Sam asked. Nat shot him an icy stare.
“No, look guys let’s call it a day ok. I’m not going to be able to focus like this” Y/N was apologetic. They nodded as Y/N packed up. Bucky walked in again.
“I hope you’re happy hot shot” Sam hissed at him.
“Give it a rest Sam, I am tired of this. If you have something to say, just say it” Bucky tensed.
“Fine, you’re a lazy man whore who takes advantage of his friends and their efforts. You only contribute the minimal amount and you have no consideration for how you are hurting the people who care about you most” Sam got in his face. Bucky shoved him away, Sam pushed back. Suddenly shoves turned into punches. Steve tried to intervene but they both pushed him so hard that he fell and landed arm first on the raised platform, his wrist took the brunt of the fall and he cried out in pain realising something was broken. Straight away Y/N and Nat ran to Steve. Bucky and Sam looked guilty as the girls helped Steve up.
“Steve… Steve, I’m sorry” Sam started but Nat cut him off.
“Save it Sam! You’ve been looking for a fight with Bucky,” she then turned to Bucky, “and as for you, you’re beginning to jeopardise the band’s future. Pull yourself together” Nat warned as she grabbed hers, Y/N’s and Steve’s things while Y/N took Steve to her car to drive him to the nearest hospital. Both men felt sheepish as Nat exited.
Nat and Y/N stayed in the waiting area as Steve was taken through to be seen. They talked between themselves about the situation and about the fact that they would need a replacement as Steve’s wrist looked really bad. Nat had an idea about hiring a temporary replacement which Y/N was unsure about. Worried that Y/N was overly stressed out, Nat suggested that she and Y/N go to a club later. Y/N agreed reluctantly but after everything that had happened today, she needed to let loose none the wiser that Nat was planning to matchmake Y/N someone to let loose with.
Steve had a shattered wrist. He was going to need it reconstructed which meant his recovery time would be longer than anticipated. He agreed that he needed a replacement in the band and trusted Nat and Y/N to find a suitable replacement knowing the Sam would be argumentative and Bucky would be indifferent with his current attitude. They had been informed about Steve’s condition, both decided to apologise via text and stay away knowing he’d be mad at them. Nat and Y/N had made sure Steve was comfortable and had everything he needed before going off to get ready. They promised to visit him and check on him while he was in hospital. Neither were happy that it happened but Nat was convinced things happen for a reason and was looking forward to putting her plan into action.
The club was bustling, they had a special guest live act that was widely anticipated. Y/N had no idea who was playing because Nat kept it a secret but she knew the performer well, an old friend. Nat linked arms with Y/N as they made their way to the bar to get some drinks. Occasionally Nat would make a quick text and smirk as she looked up at Y/N. As Y/N looked around she saw Bucky at the bar, she pointed him out to Nat and was about to go and say hi when she witnessed a woman snake her arms around his face and kiss him like she was sucking his face off. Nat placed her arm around Y/N’s shoulder.
“I can’t believe he doesn’t have the balls to visit Steve but comes here to pull another bimbo” Nat hissed, “I know you’re his friend but…”
“But nothing, I know what he’s like and I think today I realised that our friendship is pretty much non-existent. He thinks I’m a doormat” Y/N said with no emotion.
“I know just the thing to cheer you up” Nat grinned as she grabbed Y/N’s hand and led her to the backstage doors and showed the security her phone. They let Nat and Y/N through and Nat practically tore Y/N’s arm off rushing down the corridor to the dressing room.
“Nat what are we doing here?” Y/N was confused but Nat just winked and knocked on the door. The door opened and the man who opened it greeted Nat with a friendly hug then turned to Y/N and grinned. Butterflies fluttered in her stomach as they locked eye contact. His lips curled into a sexy smirk as he welcomed both ladies in.
Nat introduced Y/N to the one person Nat regarded like a brother. He inspired her to get into music and was always there to support her. Now she needed Geralt Rivia’s help. He was performing a solo show tonight and Nat was hoping he would be Steve’s temporary replacement. Y/N gawked at him awestruck. The guy was a god according to his fans. He’d worked with some of the best in the business.
“It’s great to see you again Nat” he spoke as he leaned against the wall and folded his arms.
“You too Gee. This is my best friend and bandmate Y/N. I thought it would be nice for her to get a night out and see you play in person as she’s a big fan of your work” she gave a cheeky smirk as Y/N looked at her astounded at her revelation. Geralt stood up straight and made his way over to Y/N. He took her hand in his and pressed his lips to her hand, making her heart leap and face flush a deep red. He couldn’t help but grin at her.
“It’s… it’s nice to meet you Mr Rivia” Y/N stuttered nervously.
“Call me Geralt please, and the pleasure is all mine” he insisted still holding her hand. Nat’s phone rang causing them to look at her. She excused herself leaving them to talk. Y/N glanced around a little awkward. Geralt directed her to the chairs and they sat facing each other. “So you’re a fan of my work huh?” he asked with a chuckle.
“Absolutely, I loved the Surfing With the Alien cover you played with Slash. Then there was your Four Seasons Album that was so uplifting, I always turn to that album when I’m having a tough time” she admitted, “I’m sorry, I sound like a total fan girl don’t I” she blushed. He laughed deeply held her hand again.
“I don’t think so, I think you appreciate my work and me. That’s different to fangirling,” he assured, “besides, I like having someone that understands what I do, especially someone as beautiful as you” he complimented. By now Y/N was beetroot red. “Seeing as you and Nat are here tonight, how about you watch at the side of the stage in my VIP seated area and maybe, if I’m lucky, you will join me onstage for a song or two” his voice was husky and persuasive, the look in his yellow-amber eyes conveyed his sincerity. Y/N nodded as she gulped without saying a word. The effect he was having on her was unlike anything she’d ever had before. Nat came back into the room and eyed them noting a thickness in the air and how Geralt was holding Y/N’s hand.
“Is everything ok?” she asked them. Geralt cleared his throat and sat up straight.
“It’s fine” he told her as he stood up.
“Good, I was hoping we could ask you a favour”
“What can I do for you Nat?”
“Well it’s the band actually, as you know the Avengers are making some waves now but thanks to a couple of idiots in the band, Steve is out with a smashed wrist indefinitely. We need to hire someone to replace him. He plays bass but you’re so versatile and musically gifted, vocally as well that we could use your help” Nat explained, “you don’t have to answer right now but if you could think it over and maybe let us know by the end of the week” she went on. Geralt pondered the words and nodded silently. Nat realised it was nearly time for the show to start and Geralt called one of the staff to take them both to the VIP area. As Y/N left the room he winked at her with a grin. A move that wasn’t lost on Nat. She knew her plan had some promise. Geralt had told her once before that he thought Y/N was beautiful and the type of woman he wanted to be with, he never usually spoke about women as he was so focused on his work, but Nat had seen that look in his eye as she showed him a YouTube video of the band’s performance.
The gig was fantastic, Geralt was on fire with all of his best hits and classics from his albums. Nat had looked out at the crowd from her seat and spotted Bucky with two women now and rolled her eyes. She knew he hadn’t seen them at the club and he was going to be in for the shock of his life any moment now. Geralt finished another great song and took the mic into his hand. He thanked everyone for attending and hoped they were having a great time, to which they roared with approval. He was sweating quite heavily under the spotlights, but he looked every inch the rock god in his tight black jeans and white flimsy tank top that displayed his rippling muscles and glistening dusting of chest hair. His long silvery white hair was damp and loose. There was a primal feel to him that made Y/N clench her thighs together as he sent tingles through her while he performed on stage.
“I am so grateful to all of my fans for being here tonight but I have a couple of special guest fans who are here tonight, you might know them from the group – The Avengers. So I’d like to welcome them up here to join me for a couple of songs. Nat, Y/N please come and join me” Geralt welcomed much to the pleasure of the audience. Nat took her place on the drums thanking the inhouse drummer. Y/N was handed the mic as Geralt asked if they’d perform with him and she agreed smiling brightly. Bucky looked on gobsmacked almost pushing away the women he was entertaining.
Nat counted Geralt in with the drums and he played Y/N in, she was in shock as it was something she’d been working on privately with Nat. It came naturally performing on stage with Geralt as he moved in sync with her and they kept looking at each other with some connection that was just organic. He moved behind her and lifted the guitar to place it in front of her. He played it while she was trapped between him and the guitar, he pressed into her while she sang the chorus and bridge. Her notes were powerful as she launched him into his guitar solo and he ground against her both grinning at each other. Nat was loving their pure chemistry.
He let her free to sing the rest of the song while he played it out for her. Both staying very close to each other and not noticing the look of disbelief and almost jealousy on Bucky’s face. He wondered if the lyrics were about him and, more importantly, if there was something going on between Y/N and Geralt.
I've been through all this hell before
I've seen it all and more
If you think I'm gonna fade away
You don't know me
You think you have the upper hand
Well that is not my plan
Stronger now I see the truth
You just don't know me at all
Your soul is screaming
Who's crying now? (who's crying now?)
Your heart is bleeding
Who's sorry now!!!
Y/N and Nat performed a cover of Ready to Go with Geralt which the fans also loved. He thanked the ladies, hugged them and then gave Y/N a kiss on the cheek and whispered to her to wait for him after the show. She nodded with a wink and joined Nat back in VIP. Nat elbowed Y/N playfully as she started teasing her about Geralt. Watching him perform, Y/N couldn’t help but bite her lip. The way his hands easily manipulated the guitar made Y/N think about what it would be like to be in his arms and letting his hands play her.
The gig came to a close, the club went back into dance mode as the DJ took to the stage to get everyone dancing. Y/N and Nat sipped their champagne while joking about and moving to the music. They were soon joined by Geralt. Nat suddenly excused herself reasoning that she was going to put together a care package for Steve to deliver in the morning. She was grinning like a Cheshire cat as she left them knowing that project match-maker had been implemented and only time would tell. Y/N stood up and smiled awkwardly at Geralt as he took her hand.
“Dance?” he asked. She nodded emphatically and he led her onto the crowded floor. Bodies moving, the bass throbbing around them as they started to dance. He pulled her so close that she was pressed against him. Their bodies once again in sync. Her arms looped around his neck as his gripped her waist. He let her spin around and he pulled her back to him. Her back was to his chest. He began to nibble and kiss her neck while grinding against her. She was lost in the sensation of his touch, loving his arms being wrapped so tight around her. He lifted his head and brought Y/N’s lips to his in a warm kiss which was reciprocated and deepened for all to see. Bucky was dancing with the two women he’d picked up but his eyes were on Y/N and Geralt as they seemed to be all over each other. His jaw ticked as he stared in disbelief. She was never like this and he wasn’t sure if he was angry or jealous but he hated the feeling.
After dancing for four songs, Geralt took hold of Y/N’s hand and started walking to the exit. They left the club and were met by Geralt’s driver. They got into his limo and were driven to his penthouse. Bucky had rushed after them but was too late as he exited the club and found no one there.
Geralt entered the penthouse with Y/N in tow as he clutched her hand in his. She sat on the sofa watching as he poured two drinks and brought them over. He handed her a glass and joined her on the sofa. She swirled the amber liquid before taking a mouthful and swallowing it, the gentle burn warming her.
“You haven’t asked me” Geralt spoke as he downed his drink and set his glass on the table. Y/N mirrored those actions and turned her attention to him fully.
“Asked you what?” Y/N quizzed a little confused. Geralt was looking at her with intensity in his eyes.
“If I am going to accept the offer of joining the band while Steve is injured” he replied running his index finger up and down Y/N’s shoulder.
“I don’t want to pressure you. It’s your choice. Besides, I didn’t think you’d want to talk business” she curled her lips into a small smile as Geralt placed a hand on her cheek and leaned in kissing her gently. It deepened with more hunger on both sides. He lifted her slightly to help her straddle his lap. They broke the kiss to catch their breaths and pressed their foreheads together.
“I’m not going to lie, I want you Cara Mia” he huskily spoke.
“I want you too but I’m not sure I can do a one night stand, I…” he silenced her with another kiss. He ran his hands up her thighs and under the skirt of her dress, caressing the flesh of her buttocks. Y/N groaned into the kiss.
“I don’t do one night stands Cara Mia” he breathed into her ear nipping on her earlobe. “When I say I want you, I want all of you” his deep sexy voice was so hypnotic. His lips moved down her neck and felt like velvet brushing against the skin.
“Geralt I want all of you too” she whispered panting. He kept massaging her buttocks as his hands slipped under her panties. She gasped as he suddenly ripped them. He smirked as she stared at him in shock. He wasted no time in tearing her dress off despite her giggling protests. He promised he’d replace her clothes as he stood up holding on to her, Y/N’s legs wrapped around his waist tight as he carried her through to the bedroom. He set her on the edge of the beg and pulled his tank top off while she nimbly undid his belt and jeans noticing he was going commando. She was met by his cock springing up at her and she licked her lips, salivating at the thought of sucking him off.
“Are you sure you’re ready for me Y/N?” he teased.
“What do you think?” she beamed as he ordered her to stick her tongue out. She followed his order without question and he began to slap her tongue with his girth. Convinced she was ready, he let her take hold of him. She ran her thumb over the tip as it seeped precum. She kissed it teasingly and ran her tongue along the underside while looking up at him. Geralt’s head lulled back as he closed his eyes growling ‘fuck’ as she sucked on his balls with a gentle tug, enjoying the sounds of pleasure that emanated from him. Licking back up his penis, she swirled her tongue around it as she began to draw him into her mouth, hollowing out her cheeks. She began to build up a steady rhythm, taking him deeper each time until she felt him taking hold of her head and control of the pace. He began to thrust harder and deeper into her mouth, watching as tears streamed down her face and she became a mess in front of him, spit escaping from the sides of her mouth as Geralt relentlessly throat fucked her. Feeling like he was about to cum, he pulled out of her mouth connected by strings of spit as a loud pop left her lips. He smiled softly at her and guided her back on the bed. She removed her bra while he removed his jeans fully and crawled over her naked frame.
He kissed her passionately. Their naked bodies entangling as he ran his hands over each dip and curve, learning and committing each contour to memory and making note, mentally, of each hum of approval.
“I want to taste how sweet you are but right now I need to be in you" he told her as he ran his fingers through her slit to find out how wet she was. She didn’t protest in the slightest. He lined himself up with Y/N and started to ease into her. Her walls enveloped him, fitting him perfectly.
“Fuck sweetheart, you’re taking me so well” he praised. Her response to the praise was a series of sinful moans as he finally pushed in to the hilt.
“Geralt, please. I... I need you to move" she gasped. He splayed her neck with kisses as he began to thrust gently. Lacing his fingers with hers, he pinned her to the bed. Each plea and cry for ‘more’, ‘harder’ and ‘faster’ spurred him on. His pace building up into a frenzy, he wanted her to know he worshipped her entire body and her.
“You’re mine and only mine Cara Mia” his guttural breath in her ear commanded her, took control and she willingly succumbed to it.
“I’m yours only, and you’re mine" she cried out as he began pushing them both to that peak. His lips devoured hers in a bruising kiss as her walls constricted, her orgasm hitting in a massive wave, bringing him along in a crescendo, coating her walls with his seed as they willingly fell into a heavy embrace. The sound of laborious breathing melded with the smell of sex around them.
Thirty minutes later they were curled in each other’s arms. Geralt toyed with Y/N’s hair delicately.
“I’ll do it, I’ll be Steve’s temporary replacement. I loved being on stage with you and, more importantly, I don’t think I can be away from you for too long. You’re all I’ve wanted for a long time” he said as he turned to look at her.
“I can’t be away from you either, you’ve made me feel like I’m the centre of your world and I want to be in your arms only" she quietly admitted. He responded with a little smile and kiss to her forehead. “I need to tell you something though" she seriously voiced as he linked his hand with hers. He waited for her to continue. “When I first started working with the band, I spent a year pining for someone. The truth is it was nothing more than friendship, infatuation and my constant being around him. I’m telling you because honesty is important to me, I wrongfully kept defending his attitude because of my friendship with him. I just feel used by him. You make me feel all of these wonderful and amazing new things, I feel like we are organic and I’ve never had that with anyone. I don’t know what we have but I want this. I want us" she revealed.
“Cara Mia, your honesty is everything, I feel it all too, you hold the key to my heart. Nat told me about Bucky. I will focus on the band with you in work hours and then my attention is on nothing but you" he promised with a lip lock that assured Y/N of his intentions as he began to make love to her once more.
The following morning Nat was in the studio. She’d texted Sam and Bucky with news of Steve having a replacement. Steve also agreed with Nat to help with production while unable to perform. Sam and Bucky were not happy with having no say in the replacement but Nat told them they forfeited that right when they caused the issue. Her phone beeped and she grinned while doing some sound checks. Y/N had informed her that she and Geralt were on their way. Sam noticed Y/N’s uncharacteristic absence and asked where she was. Bucky huffed.
“What’s up with you this morning?” Sam asked.
“She’s probably whoring herself out to that idiot from last night" Bucky sniped not realising Y/N and Geralt were now standing in the door. Nat sucked in her lips trying to hide the smirk that was developing as Y/N and her made eye contact. Nat knew what was coming.
“I guess you’re an expert on whoring yourself out," Y/N spoke surprising Bucky, he spun around to see her and tried to speak but only unintelligible sounds, “save it Buck. I’m not here to waste time. I’m introducing you to Steve’s replacement” she walked into the studio with Geralt, holding hands.
“Him?” Bucky shouted in disbelief, “Sam you can’t agree with this" he added looking at his bandmate.
“What’s not to agree with? Geralt Rivia is a multi-talented legend with a large fan following, if he brings that to the band then I’m all for it. I’m also a fan so I am excited for this to happen” Sam said reaching out to shake Geralt’s hand, he did so with a nod and then hugged Y/N from behind. Bucky tutted in disbelief and then pointed at Y/N and Geralt hugging.
“Oh so this is professional is it?” Bucky challenged.
“Bucky, you need to chill. My personal life with Y/N will not impact on the work of the band”
“So you admit there’s something going on” Bucky grimaced at Geralt.
“That’s our business, what we do and how we feel about each other doesn’t change our commitment to the band" Geralt made clear, it was like watching two Alpha Males locking horns. Bucky huffed and turned to his guitar to focus on retuning it.
Nat and Sam talked Geralt through the song they were working on, while Y/N went through the lyric sheet and Bucky sat in the corner waiting for everyone to start. Nat called everyone to their places. They were focusing on the special EP for charity. Y/N was played in by the band.
Don't cry to me, if you loved me
You would be here with me
You want me, come find me
Make up your mind
Should I let you fall, lose it all
So maybe you can remember yourself?
Can't keep believing
We're only deceiving ourselves
And I'm sick of the lie
And you're too late
Don't cry to me, if you loved me
You would be here with me
You want me, come find me
Make up your mind
Bucky hit the wrong chords just like before because he hadn’t been practicing but this time he was also angry at the lyrics. Nat shouted at Bucky knowing it was the same old excuse. She shook her head at him. Sam eyed him with ire but Y/N and Geralt went over the song together which pissed Bucky off because usually Y/N would have something to say.
“You’re probably enjoying this aren’t you Y/N" he accused. Geralt stood up and in front of Y/N.
“What are you on about?” Y/N quizzed.
“It’s convenient to attack me in a song isn’t it" he pointed at her with incriminating intent. “I mean ‘Call Me When Your Sober’? Come on Y/N. That’s a low blow even for you” he spat.
“It’s part of the Evanescence tribute EP for charity. It’s not about you. The world does not revolve around you" she came back at him but maintaining her cool.
“You know what, screw you!” he yelled at her, storming out of the studio. This time Y/N didn’t chase him and focused on the music.
They spent time rehearsing without Bucky and feeling ready to record by the end of the session. Sam packed up and left because he had a modelling job to get to. Nat walked over to Y/N and Geralt.
“So what’s the deal you two?” she asked as Geralt wrapped his arm around Y/N’s waist.
“We're together" Y/N declared happily kissing Geralt.
“We have you to thank for that" Geralt added grinning.
“What can I say? Gee you have spent ages alone but always shown an interest in Y/N, and Y/N you keep denying yourself a chance to be happy. It’s good to see you both together and content. Now go and have some fun. We can’t do anything for 5 days so enjoy the break" Nat playfully ordered. Not that they needed any convincing.
Leaving the building, Geralt’s car was there and ready for them to go. Arms wrapped around each other and talking about plans for the 5 days ahead, they stopped abruptly when Y/N’s name was called. Bucky ran up to her asking if he could talk to her. Geralt kissed Y/N intensely and got in the car, waiting for her to join him. Y/N turned to Bucky, he noticed that her expression towards him had changed.
“Make it quick Bucky, Geralt and I have plans" she was calm.
“Right" he nodded plunging his hands in his pockets, “Y/N I am sorry about earlier OK. I know I’ve been a dick but I didn’t want to do anything to ruin the band" he added.
“Bucky I have no clue you what you’re talking about" she told him.
“I have feelings for you” he told her. Her eyes narrowed at his statement. He waited until now to tell her. He patiently stood there hoping for her to fall into his arms saying she loved him. Y/N just stared at him in disbelief. “Y/N please, say something" he pleaded.
“There’s nothing to say Buck” she told him.
“You’re only acting like this because I’m still not a notch on your bedpost and I’m involved with Geralt. You don’t have feelings for me. You’re like a child who has discarded a toy and now someone else has it, you suddenly want it"
“That’s not true" he protested grabbing her arm as she went to walk away.
“A long time ago I would have done anything for you. Now, now I feel like you’re a completely different person. I’m sorry Bucky but I’m with Geralt. He makes me feel things I never knew were possible" she was blunt in her response.
“It won’t last, he’s one of those typical rock star types who sleep around" Bucky warned.
“I’m not you Barnes" Geralt spoke getting out of the car. Bucky let go of Y/N who straight away ran into her partner's arms. Geralt held her protectively.
“This has nothing to do with you Rivia" Bucky warned.
“It does when you treat Y/N like crap to soothe your ego. You may find it hard to believe but my feelings for her run deep and have done since Nat first showed me a video of the band 4 years ago. I don’t want anyone else and I will treat her with the love and respect she deserves" he informed.
“Good luck with that. She always was a needy bitch" Bucky hissed. Y/N stepped in front of Geralt placing a calming hand on his chest as she made eye contact with him. She stopped him from swiping at Bucky.
“Leave it. He’s not worth wearing orange for" she advised. He smiled at her with adoration in his eyes and nodded. He led her to the car, neither looking back. As they were driven away Bucky narrowed his eyes as the wheels turned in his mind, as far as he was concerned, this was not over.
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Welcome to my Bucky Barnes Masterlist.
As always, this is an 18+ blog, by continuing to read you agree that you are 18+. Remember you are responsible for your own media consumption.
All fics are with a female reader.
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Construction Worker Bucky
He knows you’ll like him if you give him a chance
Roommate Bucky Drabble
He’s going to give you some motivation to finish your exams
Streaker Bucky Drabble
You hire the perfect man to ruin your sisters wedding.
Bouncer Bucky Drabble
A little hate sex never hurt anyone
Rockstar Bucky Drabble:
Prompt: Literally all I want is to get on my knees in front of Rockstar!Bucky in those little shorts when least expects it and tease the absolute FUCK out of him, give him a taste of his own medicine
Rockstar Bucky Drabble:
Prompt: We should talk about how he would make you ride his thigh as he practices the band's new song. Only he makes you go as fast or slow as he plays.
1940's Bucky Drabble:
Prompt: I just wanna pull uniformed Bucky in by his tie and kiss his stupid face with his stupid tilted hat. Is that such a huge ask?? Cmon LOOK at that face
Bucky’s Motivation Drabble:
Prompt: 3 mini drabbles in one based around how Bucky uses you as motivation.
Alpine has spoken
You and your cat battle over your man's attention.
Let Me Give You A Hand (Beefy Bucky
Bucky is insulted when you tell him you’re too heavy for him. He’s going to show you how wrong you are.
Bucky Hand Kink
He shows the benefits of both arms.
Bucky Valentine Special
Bucky wants to be your valentine, if he can work up the courage to actually talk to you. Don’t worry help is coming in the form of an exasperated Martha who’s had enough of you two idiots.
Dark Mob/Demon Bucky Drabble
Prompt: Would you rather be taken by the Dark Mob boss or Demon Bucky???
TFAWS Bucky Drabble:
Prompt: Early Friday morning thots about what Bucky’s tongue can do.
Happy Birthday:Dark Drabble
Happy Birthday Bucky! Steve gives Bucky a special one of a kind present.
One Shots and Series
Pierced Through and Through
Bucky has planned the perfect vacation. All he has to do is get through the metal detectors without revealing his secret.
Bucky needs you and you cant think of a single reason why you would tell him no.
So Good For Me (Alpha Bucky)
Bucky has only one thing on his mind to tonight and that's to make you his. And he hopes you'll never want to let him go.
Alpha Bucky Drabble: He just wants you to rest
Alpha Bucky Drabble: No one messes with his mate
A Good Choice (Roommate Bucky)
Bucky gives you two choices and both are more than you expected.
Hide and Seek: (Dad Bucky)
Bucky wakes up to his favorite things in the world. His sons and you.
Breeding Kink Drabble
Sweeter than Sugar: (Baker Bucky)
She broke his heart but you're not going to let her win. Bucky deserves the best and you're going to give it to him.
Baker Bucky Drabble
Baker Bucky Drabble
Baker Bucky Drabble:
Cool You Down, Heat You Up: (Firefighter Bucky)
Your firefighter boyfriend has an interesting way of beating the summer heat. You’ve never been more happy to have a broken A/C.
As Long As I Can Breathe
You've been waiting for your soldier to come home. It's hard to breath without him.
Don’t Give Up On Me (TFAWS One Shot)
You meet the man of your dream when you stole the last plum out of his hands, he knows it wont be easy loving him, but you wont give up on him.
Erase Every Trace: TFAWS Bucky x Reader (Favorite)
You have an undercover mission that pairs you with John Walker. Bucky doesn’t like another man’s hands on you. He’s going to make sure you only feel him on your skin. (loosely based on the airplane scene from the show)
Dream of you ( TFAWS BUCKY Drabble)
Bucky dreams of you now.
What A Peach
You buy some new leggings that are guaranteed to drive your man insane. You couldn't have predicted what Bucky was going to do next.
What A Peach follow up drabble
What can he say? Sorry. He's not!
Friday Night Dates:
TFAWS Bucky wants to ask you out on a date but first, he has to feel with the creep in booth 7.
A Job Well Done (TFAWS BUCKY One Shot)
Bucky has been having a day, only one thing can lift his spirits and that’s making you happy.
Jiggle for Me:
Bucky is no longer touch starved, now he can't keep his hands off of you.
Lessons in Exercise (Fav)
Beefy!Bucky gives you a workout while he works out.
Lessons in knife play (fav)
Bucky has a knife kink and by the time he's done with you, you'll have one too.
Be Better Tomorrow:
Sometimes you want to cry it and stare at the ceiling. Bucky knows you don’t need to be fixed, you just need a someone to be there for you.
Bucky needs to get away from it all, only thing he needs is you by his side. Also if you’re going to have sex in an orchard make sure its empty first.
Bucky reflects on his love for you.
You’re My Heaven (FAV)
All Bucky needs is you, you’re his heaven and saving grace.
Take a seat
You get an interesting Bucky pillow and a free ride on his face.
Bucky Barnes promised to never break your heart, in a way he kept that promise because what he did was much worse than a broken heart.
Bend me, Break Me Dark Fic
Your Bucky is gone, The WS wants you
Can’t keep my hands to myself:
Bucky had one rule: Do not touch Bucky. And then he met you and well, Doll, rules are made to be broken.
Girl of His Dreams:
A little accident causes Bucky to lose his memory but that doesn’t stop him from falling back in love with you.
Chase Away the Nightmares:
Sometimes a nightmare feels all too real but Bucky will be there for you no matter what. (Written for a nonnie)
Clumsy reader x hot coffee =Date with Bucky. Based on a real life accident of mine.
Don’t take Sam’s advice and yes he said you were a goat.
Bucky finds a new friend on the side of the road.
Don’t Mess with Alpine (Requested follow up to Rescuing Alpine)
No one and I mean no one hurts little Alpine. Louis is going to pay for what he did.
One More Set (Fav)
Bucky gives you a through work out, showing why each rep is so good and deep and.....
Ride Me, Sweetheart (Fav)
Bucky shows you there’s more than one way to ride his motorcycle. A personal fav of mine. Do not try this at home unless you have the actual Bucky to “ride” with.
Love Down Soft And Sweet
Steve left the two of you behind, hearts should never break like this, but you’ll pick up the pieces one day at time.
Not your fault he looks that good in that mask. And damn, he does look good in that mask.
That time you got banned from the quinjet:
Not your fault he looks that good in those pants and c’mon he was just laying there will his legs spread. Worth getting banned for. Sorry Tony!
Stupid Phil and his grabby hands. But then again, you could make this work to your advantage.
Stretch You Out
That will be the last time you let Phil help you. Jealous Bucky gives the best pre-work out possible.
Fill Me Up
The truth about you and Phil comes out. Bucky and Natasha are not happy. Not happy at all. Run, doll, Run.
Bucky’s Favorite Meal:
Guess what it is, its you!
You help Bucky have the best night of his life and you learn what a rough sleeper Bucky is. He did warn you, Doll
3am Wake Up Call:
Best part of waking up is Bucky in your….
Try again :
Hide and go seek has never been more fun
The Last Safe House
Darkish Bucky wants this to be the last safe house you’ll need
A Sweet Treasure
Viking Bucky steals the sweetest treasure on earth and your cruel father gets put in his place.
Caring For Bucky
Soft Bucky needs you to help resolve his fears.
Dont Hold Out on Bucky
Dont make promises you cant keep or Bucky will be forced to take action.
A research expedition in Wakanda leads to more than you ever dreamed possible thanks to a little goat named Steve.
Fight to Make up
Bucky picks a fight cause Steve said angry sex is better and Steve was right.
FMK: Andy, Clark and Bucky
Your boyfriends find out about the game you and your friends play.
Light of my Life Series (Dark Series, WIP)
Light of my Life: The Beginning:
Bucky just wants one more chance to make things right, a new life at the overlook training facility may prove to good to be true.
Light of my Life: Overlook:
Bucky’s just can’t bear to let you go, no matter what the voices tell him.
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Sympathy for the Bombshell
Pairing: Rockstar!Bucky x f!reader
Warnings: 18+, no minors thanks! Smut, exhibitionism, female masturbation, swearing, edging, cumming, public sex acts, orgasm denial AND forced orgasm.. if I missed anything please let me know
Summary: Rockstar!Bucky tries to fix your slutty attitude with an usual punishment (male POV)
Word Count: 900
A/N: I’m a whore for Seb on the set of Pam and Tommy, that’s all 💖
All other Rockstar!Bucky can be found here 👿🪦
It‘s a scorcher of an afternoon in Southern California, easily over 100 degrees with no breeze to provide even a moment of respite. The smudged black kohl lining your cerulean eyes is unforgiving and beads of sweat slice down your face as you thumb away the salty droplets. You and Y/N are backstage, in the thick of one of your classic pre-show spats. Christ, if she didn’t have a pornstar body, would she even be worth the headache?
“It’s embarrassing Bucky, please, please don’t make me wear it!” she whined, tugging at your ink-adorned forearm in a futile attempt to doe-eye her way out of her punishment.
She had sealed her own fate the night prior when she drunkenly paraded around with Steve, trying to get a rise out of you. And her little stunt had worked because you were pissed. Her punishment? A remote controlled vibrator was nestled inside her and you would be sure to let her know who was in charge during this matinee perfomance.
“Sorry, doll..” you rasp, taking a final drag of the menthol Marlboro, “act like a slut, get treated like one.” A smirk gliding across your face as you ash the cigarette under the sole of your ratty black converse. Showtime.
One ring-adorned hand twirling an oak drumstick, the other adjusting the painted-on leather shorts hugging your lithe thighs, you were just psyched to be playing on Sunset for the first time. Being a master of multitasking, this wouldn’t be a problem at all. The tiny black remote rested on your lap, eager to be put to use.
She’s exactly where she promised she would be, propped up against the perimeter railing, her manicured hand wrapped around a bottle of Smirnoff Ice. A curve-hugging red latex dress just barely covered her bruised up, rounded ass and the column of her delicate throat is marked up with some of your finest work. The pretty pink silicone is snuggly situated inside of her, anticipation washed across her face as she waits for the inevitable initial jolt.
Crimson spotlights sweep across the stage, the low hum of the guitar and steady growl of the lead singer echoing out into the audience. A steady chant from the crowd makes your blood pump, you never grow tired of the kinetic energy that a sold-out show provides. It makes you an absolute basket case. As the shouting of the crowd swells, it’s the perfect time to dole out the first set of vibrations.
Her eyes widen as you flick the remote up to its most forgiving setting. Rookie level vibrations, surely.
Though you can’t hear her, you can just imagine she’s letting out those sweet little mewls that make you feral. Her desperate little noises alone can make your cock rock hard. Eyes firmly shut, thick false lashes fluttering, she’s trying pathetically to fight it. She’s now shifting her weight from one leg to the other, clenching her soft thighs together, as if she thinks that will somehow ease the vibrations rocking through her.
Thankful for a bit of a lull in the set, you’re able to tap at the toy’s remote, ratcheting the vibrations up a notch (or maybe it was two?) - jumping from a tepid tempo to something a bit spicier.
Your cock is fucking throbbing under the confines of the tiny, unforgiving shorts and you adjust uncomfortably on the padded stool in an attempt to find some relief. You wouldn’t be chase to find your own release, not now. Though the idea of 5,000 adoring fans watching you get off really tempted your exhibitionist energy.
She’s an absolute wreck by this point and there is still four or five songs left in the set. Her breath looks ragged, pathetic, and she has no idea that there are still several settings to go.
“P-please Bucky..” she mouths to you, clearly desperate for some relief, exhausted by the snip-snap of speeds and patterns that you’ve cruelly dishes out.
You smirked slyly, shaking your head empathically as you slick your jet black tendrils out of your eyes. Whores don’t get to cum. The toy still has the capability to go up one notch further and you topple her over the edge with a single flick to the remote.
You’re back on the kit again, pounding through a complicated tympanic melody and you’ve chosen to leave her suffering through the highest possible setting - poor thing’ll have to ride this out until you have a free hand.
By this point, she’s white-knuckling onto the metal railing, keeled over, rocking back and forth on the pads of her feet. Her chest pitches forward, eyes glazed over and barely open, knees bent inward as she tries to combat the impending orgasm. Such a desperate little skank.
Her entire body buckles underneath her, thick thighs trembling as she attempts to steady herself. Like bimbo Bambi on black ice.
It gave you a sick satisfaction, watching her writhe and wriggle, trying to stave off the inevitable. At this point, she’s openly moaning that pornographic moan you’ve come to adore. As you thumb to a setting with a more steady throb, her eyes begin to roll back while still fluttering partially open, a harbinger of her most toe-curling orgasms. The drunk patrons around her are clearly enamoured - a few of the men even brazenly rubbing over their clothed cocks.
You let the vibrator slowly dwindle, something she is surely grateful for as the soft humming left her feeling a little spacey, a little floaty.
Encore. Second encore. You kept the low thrum of the toy going until the very last note of the very last song was finished. In a mad rush to track her down, you darted off the stage like a bat out of hell.
“Did you enjoy the show, baby?” you whisper into the shell of her ear huskily, dusting your calloused hands between her still damp thighs. She really was stunning, you were lucky to have this broad at your side. Might even consider making things official sometime soon.
Pure pleasure bleeds out of her voice: “Yeah Buck - yeah, it was pretty flippin’ amazing. I’ll be a good girl from now on, I promise.”
You lean in to kiss her glossed up pout, palm cradled under her slackened jaw. Her legs may have been jelly but she was starting to make you a little soft, too.
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i wanna make you hungry (then i wanna feed ya)
pairing: rockstar!bucky barnes x reader
summary: there's nothing in the world that bucky loves more than spoiling his girl - but sometimes he ends up treating himself too.
word count: 2k
warnings: fem!reader, established relationship, fluff, smut (+18), body shots, body worshipping, dirty talk, oral (f receiving), edging, unprotected sex. reader has a nipple piercing (because i said so). title taken from måneskin's song "i wanna be your slave".
Under the low light of the hotel bar, and the nice post-concert buzz you’re still under, everything feels light. There are people all around you, voices and laughter and music mix and fill the atmosphere as you make your way through the crowd. You can feel the dull thud the heels of boots make on your way, and the hands of people greeting you as you pass by, trying to get your attention. You greet them, wave a hand and blow a kiss in the air - but there is someone you are looking for.
The party is in full swing, a celebration for the end of another successful tour, and you can’t have a minute alone with your boyfriend. You seldom complain - you know that dating a musician means sharing him with the world - but the wine you’ve been drinking all night is making you feel needy, so you set yourself on a mission to find Bucky - who, you knew, is probably basking in the attention of businessmen and artists and fans, acting blasé and disinterested, but glowing in the inside.
You know he says he doesn't care for their approval, says that the music is what truly matters, but you know that, deep down, that he cares. And you loved seeing him and the boys get all the praise they deserve.
Halfway to the bar, you feel a strong arm wrapping around your waist. Your body tenses until you look down and recognize the black lined tattoos covering the man’s left arm. A familiar cologne fills your senses as he buries his nose on your exposed shoulder, leaving a playful bite on his wake, warm tongue soothing the sting of teeth. You giggle and call out his name, turning around to face him.
Pale blue eyes are focused on you, dilated pupils running from your lips, to your eyes. You wrap your arms around his broad shoulders, leaning forward to be nose to nose with him. “I was looking for you.”
“Found you first.” He grins, holding you by the waist again. “Also, I got you something.”
Your boyfriend raises his right hand, holding a bottle of your favorite champagne. Bucky preens, looking so proud of himself, while you open your mouth in surprise. Narrowing your eyes at him, playfully, you tease. “I thought we were already celebrating.”
He hums, tilting his head as if he’s planning something, until he pulls you closer, into his chest, as he leans into your ear. “I was thinking more of a private party.” The low voice in your ear is full of promise, and his hand squeezes your waist just a little harder.
Bucky is always full of surprises.
He never meets you without a gift, ever since your first date. Small gifts, like flowers or a trinket that reminded him of you - and the more expensive ones, like jewelry and designer clothes. When he's away on tour, they're always sent to your apartment, with a cute note attached. At the beginning you were flustered and dismissive, telling him he didn't need that to win you over, but as your relationship progressed you found out this was just his way of showing you how much he loved you. Bucky is a giver through and through, and you couldn't be more spoiled.
The smirk on your lips matches his as you take his hand from your waist and hold it in yours, intertwining your fingers. You feel the bite of his rings in your skin and the calluses on his palm - the familiarity isn't the only thing that makes your tummy flutter. The anticipation is thick in the air.
"Lead the way." You ask. Your voice gives away your desire, and Bucky will do whatever you want.
The way to your hotel room is a blur. Bucky kisses you on the elevator, hard and demanding, against the mirrored wall, sucking and biting at the tender skin of your neck, where surely there will be bruises in the morning.
The two of you are a tangle of lips and limbs as you stumble through the hall, trading kisses and feeling up the other's clothes, Bucky grabbing your ass through your skirt while you giggle and try to make your way to the door while not taking your hands off each other. When Bucky lavishes you in attention, it's as if the world melts - there is no one else around but you.
"Couldn't wait to ditch that party, all those people." He confesses, breathing heavily into your mouth. His pink lips are agape, hungry for your taste. "Want you all to myself, all fucking night. Won't you let out of that bed until you're sore."
Once you're inside, Bucky backs you against the hardwood door, right hand still holding the champagne bottle. You look at him expectantly, waiting for his next move.
"Strip, baby." He says, voice thick, eyes shining with promise. "And lay on the bed."
Biting your bottom lip, running your tongue over the plump flesh as you let go, not breaking your gaze on him, you pull your top over head, moving away from him, and wiggling out of your tight skirt, sticking your ass out just a little. You hastily throw your shoes to the floor, crawling up the bed and laying on your back, propping your upper body up on your elbows.
You see that Bucky is shirtless, standing at the foot of the bed. You drink in his inked torso, low rise pants showing the ridges of his body, strong arms on display. He walks to the bedside table, and twists the bottle open, the 'pop!' echoes through the room, and he takes the fizzing drink to his lips, the liquid running from his mouth to his neck. You laugh and try to reach in his direction, but he backs away.
"Ah, ah." He reprimands. "Lay down, babydoll. This ain't about me."
"What is it about, then?" You raise an eyebrow as you question him, laying back down. Bucky walks back to the foot of the bed, and then crawls in with you, kneeling between your legs.
"It's about you, your beautiful body, and this." He makes his point by softly shaking the bottle he's holding, grabbing your attention.
Oh. You know what he means.
"Now, let me make a real toast." Bucky leans over, one hand in your sternum, forcing you toward the pillows with him on top of you. He lays a light kiss to your waiting mouth, and raises the bottle to your lips, pouring the champagne into them. You swallow it happily, and Bucky watches, before going down your chest, pouring the cold liquid between your bare breasts.
You hiss a little bit from the contact, but his hot mouth is soon upon you, liking and sucking the drink from your skin. Sighing, you bring a hand to his long hair, scratching his scalp with your nails. He brings the bottle to your breasts, pouring a little, and then sucking your nipples into his lips, running his tongue over their hard peaks, making you moan and whine loudly.
"You like that, baby?" He teases. One hand fondling one of your breasts while kissing the other. "I love your tits, so fucking pretty. Could kiss on'em all day."
He bites and tugs gently at the ring on your left nipple, making your pussy jump. You can feel yourself dripping into your underwear, staining it with your slick. You grind into the air, looking for some kind of friction, as Bucky continues to lavish your chest with his mouth and tongue, covering it with sticky champagne and spit.
Then, when he is satisfied with his work, he continues down, pouring the drink over your belly, licking, sucking and biting all the way down. You mewl, angling your body to meet his hungry lips, and your pleas get louder when Bucky runs his fingers down your slit, over your lace panties.
"Please, Bucky? Touch me, please."
"Touch you where, princess? I'm already touching you." He feigns innocence, smirking at you, while leaning backwards and laying the half finished bottle to the ground. "Use your words, baby. Where do you want me to touch you?"
Emboldened by his words, you plead again. "Touch my pussy, Bucky. Please. I need you."
You hear Bucky hum, pleased with your begging. "That pretty pussy needs me?" He pushes your legs further apart, and up by your knees, his long fingers reaching to take off your soaked panties. "We can't have her waiting, can we?" You sigh as you feel them go down your legs, your throbbing clit needy for attention, and Bucky throws them back, over his shoulder.
Wasting no time, he goes down on you, leaving a sucking kiss to your clit, then attacking your entrance with his mouth. He moans with his face buried in your cunt, kissing it messily, sucking and licking, fucking you with his tongue. He praises you, telling you how much he loves your wet pussy, your taste, how you shake under his hands, his voice trembling and wild.
You're delirious with pleasure, feeling it building and building, his big hands holding your thighs to keep you in place. You squirm at the feeling of him pulling your clit into his lips, making your vision swim. When you're about to snap, whining loudly into the air, Bucky stops.
"Bucky, no!" You complain, feeling your eyes tear up. You're so wet it almost hurts. "Let me cum, baby. I was so close."
"You're gonna cum on my cock, princess. All over it, right where you belong." He moves, straightening up his body, and lifts your right leg on the way. Then, he aligns his cock to your weeping entrance, rubbing the head on up and down your clit, before sliding in, filling you up with every thick inch. You take in the delicious stretch, clenching around him. "That's it. That what you wanted? You want me to make your pretty pussy cum?"
You glance at him above you, all dark eyes and wild eyes, tanned torso lined with tattoos - looking like a god, looking down on you.
"Yeah, Bucky. Fuck me." You beg, again. "I'm all yours."
"Damn right, you are." His voice shakes a bit when he starts rocking his hips into yours. "All mine. My baby."
You see stars when he slams into you, harder and faster, setting up a punishing rhythm. He's unrestrained, movements making the bed hit the wall with every thrust, but not louder than your moans. You grip the sheets beside you, feeling your walls grip him, taking all that he gives you. Suddenly, he lifts your other leg, both of them resting on his shoulders, as he hits your spot from a new angle, making you cry out.
You scream his name, tears falling from your eyes as you feel your orgasm build again, his cock dragging in and out of you with every pound of his hips. "Yeah, scream my name. Let everyone know who's fucking you this good. Who owns you."
You can barely breathe as your release crashes into you, making you scream his name again, just like asked. Your body shakes and your pussy creams all over him, and the sheets, gripping his cock like a vice. Bucky moans, running his filthy mouth, telling you he's close. He fucks you through your orgasm as he reaches his peak, burying himself deep inside of you.
Slowly, he releases your legs, pulling out, and lays down on top of you, both of you gasping for air. A weak hand runs over his spine as you feel breathe into your neck. He kisses your shoulder and lifts himself up, then laying on his side beside you.
Bucky moves away a strand of your hair that's fallen on your face, a blissed out look on his. "You good?"
Nodding at his question, you meet him halfway, lazily turning your body in his direction. "If you told me you wanted to celebrate like this we could have started earlier."
He chuckles, kissing your lips, and pulling away with a sigh. "There's no need to hurry. We have all night, princess. And all day tomorrow." Bucky stalks closer, joining his body to yours, skin to skin. "I'm gonna have you in every corner of this room, and then at the balcony, have you scream my name for the whole world to hear."
You smile, scrunching your nose at him, and leaning to steal another kiss. You know he's not playing - and you can't wait.
a/n: thursday night an anon sent me an ask about bucky spoiling his girl and inspired me to write this, so now you have a rockstar!bucky loving on his girl in his special way. thank for reading! as always, reblogs and comments are much appreciated 🖤
the glitter text divider is @firefly-graphics's.
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On My Knees For You
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader
Word Count: 1407
Summary: The sickly green tiles have sharp edges that cut into your knees, shredding your worn fishnets. The whole bathroom is done in the same vomit-green tile, and it casts the two of you in anemic colors. Bucky is standing over you, looking tall and intimidating in the nasty light of the dirty club bathroom.
Notes: Based on this Instagram post. Seb is playing Tommy Lee, which idgaf about. So Bucky became a rockstar (and kept his metal arm okay), and this fic happened. I’m sorry. I’m a hoe for a tattooed badass.
(A/N: this not part of the Backstage Pass series)
Warnings: smut, porn without plot, rough sex, face-fucking, choking, penis in vagina sex
DISCLAIMER: 18+ ONLY PLEASE. By clicking Read More you agree that you are 18 or over. I do not consent for minors to read any part of this fic.
Posted on Ao3: HERE
Do me a favor and reblog this if you like it. I really appreciate it. 💜💜💜
“Open up, dollface,” he says, tracing his thick thumb across your bottom lip. Your mouth pops open automatically, and the rough digit sweeps across your tongue, tasting of cigarettes and whiskey. If you could taste the tattoos that swirl over his skin they’d taste like licorice, angry and black, and as lethal as the man who wears them.
The sickly green tiles have sharp edges that cut into your knees, shredding your worn fishnets. The whole bathroom is done in the same vomit-green tile, and it casts the two of you in anemic colors. Bucky is standing over you, looking tall and intimidating in the nasty light of the dirty club bathroom.
“Open wide, dollface,” he growls, “don’t choke on it.” His thumb on your tongue, and index finger under your chin, he roughly pries your mouth wide with his pincer-grip. His cock is huge, and you’re not sure how he expects that you won’t choke on it, but damn if you ain't gonna try.
Your eyes are on his face, framed with long shaggy hair, dark eyes ringed with smudged kohl. He’s biting his bottom lip when his fat cockhead slides over your tongue.
He’s only just started feeding you his dick and you already feel the strain in your jaw. He slides his thumb out of your mouth so he can slip more of his prick in. His fist is wrapped around the base of his cock and the metallic fingers are still an impossibly long way away from bumping against your lips. In a blink, his rough grip changes, and his fingers are pressed into your cheeks, wrenching your jaw even wider. With a grunt he thrusts in, finally his metal fingers are gone, and he’s pushing past your gag reflex.
And you do choke then, a wet, broken gagging sound that makes Bucky grunt, and you feel a wet drizzle of precome slide down the back of your throat.
“Fuck you sound pretty, gagging on my cock, dollface.” Another thrust, and it happens again. He cups his unyielding metal hand around the back of your head and starts fucking your face in earnest. Tears are running down your cheeks, and you can feel drool coursing down your chin every time he pulls out.
He abruptly withdraws from your mouth, sending you rocking forward, hand planted between your knees to keep yourself from falling. His metal arm winds itself into the hair at the nape of your neck, and your skin tingles when he uses it to pull you to your feet.
He’s backed you against the wall now, the metal fingers are wrapped around your throat. He kisses you roughly, not caring about the mess he made of your face. His right hand is under your skirt, rubbing against the soaked fabric of your panties.
“Dollface, you’re dripping for me. Can’t wait for me to fuck you, can you?” You shake your head, and with a quick yank, your panties are gone. Bucky tosses the shredded mess onto the floor. His fingers are back to rub your cunt, but the fishnets are in his way now, so he rips them right up the middle.
You groan when he shoves three thick fingers into you with a wet squelch. Slick runs down your thighs and Bucky curses at how drenched you are.
Your knees go weak when he bends to kiss you again. His tongue is in your mouth, and your legs aren’t supporting you at all anymore, but you don’t so much as budge from your spot on the wall. Bucky’s metal arm has you pinned in place as surely as if you’d been mounted there with screws.
Then his big hands are on your ass, scooping you up to wrap your legs around him. His thick cock is nudging against your pussy, and you make a broken sound when he starts pushing in slowly.
He feels even bigger than he looked when he was in your mouth, and the stretch hurts in the sweetest fucking way. “Oh, fuck, Bucky,” you groan, “so big.”
“Yeah. Fuck, you’re tight. You can take it, dollface. Know you can.”
Finally his hips snug up against your ass, and you’re having trouble breathing because you’re full of his cock. With a primal growl he starts fucking you hard and fast, punching weak pleading noises out of you. You cling to his shoulders, your nails leaving hot, angry furrows in his skin.
He perches your ass on the edge of the filthy countertop, and the new angle drives his cock right into your g-spot. An orgasm rolls over you without warning. Bowing your back, and balling your hands into fists, you leave a pattern of bloody half moons all over his shoulders. A gush of hot, slick fluid rushes out of you, drenching the front of his leather pants with your come.
He pulls out of you with a grunt, spinning you, and pushing you onto the countertop. He pushes back into your pussy and fucks you through the aftershocks of your orgasm. He yanks you back against his chest, letting you leave one knee on the countertop, and hooking his tattooed arm under your other leg to spread you open for him. His cool metal hand is wrapped around your throat. And maybe it’s a promise. Maybe it’s a warning. Maybe it’s a threat.
You’re both in the reflection of the dirty mirror over the sink. Bucky shines with a sheen of sweat, but other than that he shows no sign of strain. He isn’t even out of breath.
“Look at that, will ya?” his Brooklyn drawl is even thicker when he’s got his dick in you. “Tight little pussy split open on my cock. Look so fucking good when you’re full like this, doll.”
He spreads his big hand over your lower abdomen. “Fuckin swear I can feel myself right here.” The pressure helps him pound into your g-spot again and sends another orgasm burning through you, and you come with another rush of fluid, screaming Bucky’s name. The rapid-fire orgasms make your head swim.
“Oh fuck,” Bucky chokes out. You’re squeezing around him, and you feel so much tighter from this angle, and he’s racing toward his own release.
He grits his teeth together, and brings chilly fingers to your clit. “One more time for me,” he demands, “come on doll. I’m close.” And he doesn’t even have to ask, because you’re already right fucking there, as his fingers push you over the edge, screaming and gasping his name.
“Yeah, that’s it,” he grits out in a rough voice, “Oh fuck—”
A heartbeat goes by where he feels impossibly large, and then his cock is throbbing inside you, flooding you with his hot, sticky come. Bucky bites your neck as he fucks out his last few strokes, pushing jizz out of you, leaving a streaky mess on his leathers.
Much more gently than he’s been so far, he spins you in his arms, and sets you on the countertop. He passes you a handful of paper towels from the dispenser, and grabs more for himself.
“I think you ruined these pants,” he chuckles, “And I’m not even gonna say how wet the inside of my boots are.”
“I can hardly be blamed for that,” you sniff.
He holds his hands up in supplication, “I’m just saying—you were there too.”
You giggle as he leans against the countertop, tucking you under his arm.
“You ever fuck a rocksar before, doll?”
You snort a laugh. “Only every single day, punk.”
Bucky chuckles and you elbow him in the side.
“And everytime I touch myself...” you continue.
Bucky grins at you like a predator, “Oh doll, now we’re talkin’...”
“Down boy. I know you don’t need to recover, but I sure as shit do.”
“Well, I’m feeling generous, so you take five.”
Your laughter echoes off the grotesquely colored tiles. Steve, the bass player for your band The Howling Commandos peeks through a crack in the door. “If you pervy fuckers are done, the bus leaves in fifteen. Don’t worry about packing up your equipment, I took care of it…” Steve turns away with an eye roll, mumbling, “like I always fuckin do.”
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𝑭𝑰𝑪 𝑹𝑬𝑪𝑺 𝙸
Basically a list of all my favorite fics.
Bucky x reader:
☽ 𝙇𝙚𝙨𝙨𝙤𝙣𝙨 𝙞𝙣 𝙀𝙭𝙚𝙧𝙘𝙞𝙨𝙚 by @angrythingstarlight Beefy!Bucky x Reader
"Bucky decides to show you how good an intense work out can be,
starting with the pull up bar."
☽ 𝙄 𝘿𝙞𝙙 𝙎𝙤𝙢𝙚𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝘽𝙖𝙙 by @sinner-as-saint
Bodyguard!Stucky x Reader
"You’re a rich spoilt brat, and your two bodyguards are the ones who
have to put up with you and your attitude all day every day. Until one
day, they’ve had about enough. And they decide to tame the brat in
☽ 𝙎𝙥𝙚𝙘𝙠𝙡𝙚𝙙 by @bucksfucks
Dad’sbestfriend!bucky x Reader
"when your boyfriend dumps you over text you end up at bucky’s door."
☽ 𝘾𝙡𝙖𝙣𝙙𝙚𝙨𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙚 by @bucksfucks
Neighbour!bucky x Reader
"you have it all— the nice car, the huge house, and the cheating husband. now all you need is a way out."
☽ 𝙁𝙖𝙠𝙚 𝘽𝙤𝙮𝙛𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙣𝙙 𝙍𝙚𝙖𝙡 𝙊𝙧𝙜𝙖𝙨𝙢𝙨 (series) by @bucksfucks
Roommate!bucky x Reader
"when your roommate, bucky, begs you to be his fake girlfriend to his best friends wedding, you eventually say yes with some rules. but rules are set only to be broken."
☽ 𝟱 𝙖𝙢 by @bucksfucks
Fuckboy!bucky x Reader
"just when you think you’re free from bucky’s grip, he holds tighter. but truthfully, he just doesn’t ever want to lose you, he just can’t tell you until it all comes out."
☽ 𝙉𝙚𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙡𝙙 by @bucksfucks
Hades!bucky x Reader
"they say that evil lurks in the forest, but you’d never expected to be faced with him."
☽ 𝘾𝙤𝙢𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙃𝙤𝙢𝙚 𝙏𝙤 𝙔𝙤𝙪 by @angrythingstarlight
Beefy!Bucky x Reader
"Bucky has to leave for one final tour and then he's coming home to you, he promises. And he's never broken a promise."
☽ 𝙏𝙝𝙧𝙚𝙚 𝙒𝙝𝙤𝙡𝙚 𝘿𝙖𝙮𝙨 by @angrythingstarlight
Beefy!Bucky x Reader
"You should have known better than to leave Bucky alone. He’s had three whole days to think of what he’s going to do when you get back."
☽ 𝙎𝙬𝙚𝙚𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙣 𝙎𝙪𝙜𝙖𝙧 by @angrythingstarlight
Chubby Baker!Bucky x Reader
"She broke his heart but you're not going to let her win. Bucky deserves the best and you're going to give it to him."
☽ 𝙀𝙧𝙖𝙨𝙚 𝙀𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙮 𝙏𝙧𝙖𝙘𝙚 by @angrythingstarlight
TFAWS Bucky x Reader
"Bucky had to sit back and watch another man touch you, but now that the ruse is over, he’s going to erase every trace of him off your skin."
☽ 𝙁𝙞𝙡𝙡 𝙈𝙚 𝙐𝙥 by @angrythingstarlight
Jealous Bucky x Reader
"Bucky finds out about your little game and he is not pleased. Based on a plot twist for Stretch you out."
☽ 𝘿𝙤𝙜 𝙏𝙖𝙜𝙨 by @baroquebucky
TFAWS Bucky x Reader
"bucky is always wearing his dog tags, you like to keep your hands busy"
☽ 𝙁𝙞𝙣𝙙 𝙖 𝙒𝙖𝙮 by @creme-bruhlee
Alpha!grunge!bucky barnes x innocent!omega!Reader
"bucky thinks you’re paying too much attention to steve, so he shows you exactly who you belong to."
☽𝙋𝙚𝙧𝙛𝙚𝙘𝙩 by @bucksbestgirl
Bucky Barnes x Reader
"Bucky wants a little something to get him through a long mission."
☽ 𝙎𝙪𝙘𝙠𝙚𝙧 𝙋𝙪𝙣𝙘𝙝 by @buckyblues Boxer!bucky x Reader
"Bucky thought he knew what was his, until he accidentally let it roam free."
☽ 𝙇𝙤𝙫𝙚 𝙈𝙚 𝙃𝙖𝙧𝙙𝙚𝙧 by @celestialbarnes
Bucky Barnes x Reader
"you and bucky have been flirting and screwing around for months now, after seeing him getting frisky with someone else, you decide to do the same and bucky’s just about had enough."
☽ 𝘾𝙖𝙪𝙜𝙝𝙩 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝘾𝙖𝙥𝙩𝙪𝙧𝙚𝙙 by @marvelouscaptainrogers
Stucky x Reader
"After Steve struggles with a confession he had been holding on to for a while, Y/N walks in on a rather heated moment between Steve and Bucky, who are ecstatic to bring her along for the fun."
☽ 𝘼𝙡𝙡 𝘽𝙞𝙠𝙚𝙧𝙨 𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙃𝙚𝙡𝙡𝙨 𝘼𝙣𝙜𝙚𝙡𝙨 (series) by @sweet-barnes
Biker!bucky x Reader
"When Y/N’s older brother Steve gets into a near fatal accident, she’s the emergency contact. The notorious biker gang she finds littering the hospital is unexpected and so is the news that Steve is the leader’s best friend and right hand man, the infamous James Buchanan Barnes."
☽ 𝘼𝙨𝙩𝙧𝙤𝙥𝙝𝙞𝙡𝙚 (series) by @all1e23
Firefighter!Bucky x Reader
"Orion Rebecca Barnes's favorite thing in the whole world (besides her daddy of course) is spending hours after school in the bookstore by her house and the owner GIVES her any book she wants; she’s the coolest girl Orion has ever met. It doesn't take long for Bucky to notice his daughter’s sudden interest in constellations and the large stack of astrology related books piling up in her room. He’s spent her entire life trying to teach her about the stars and where her name came from with little interest from his little comet and all of sudden she’s in love. All thanks to the girl who owns the bookstore?"
☽ 𝙋𝙚𝙖𝙘𝙝𝙚𝙨 (series) by @buckycuddlebuddy
Dadsbestfriend!buckybarnes x Reader
"what they were doing was wrong, both of them knew that. it had to be kept as a secret. not everyone would understand what they have, she knew that much. they’d look at them and see an older man misleading a girl so much younger than him. it wasn’t the thing, though. that had never been the thing. it wasn’t misleading, taking advantage ─whatever they called their situation. it was love. forbidden, not-society-friendly, but love."
☽ 𝘽𝙖𝙗𝙮, 𝙗𝙪𝙩 𝙔𝙤𝙪 by @nsfwsebbie
Bucky Barnes x Reader
"He hopes you can feel it, because nobody else can heal it but you. Baby, but you."
☽ 𝙈𝙖𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙂𝙧𝙖𝙙𝙚 by @darkficsyouneveraskedfor
(dark) Professor!Bucky x Reader
☽ 𝙁𝙚𝙚𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨 𝘼𝙧𝙚 𝙁𝙖𝙩𝙖𝙡 by @sunmoonandbucky
Bucky barnes x Reader, past Steve rogers x Reader
"After the events of Endgame, you struggle to come to terms with what you’ve lost, though you’re learning that you still have something to gain."
☽ 𝙎𝙤𝙪𝙩𝙝𝙥𝙖𝙬 (series) by @gogolucky13
Boxer!Bucky Barnes x Reader
"Tied up in the criminal world your godfather has built, you have no reason to leave, until you find one in the man they call Southpaw."
☽ 𝙒𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙎𝙣𝙖𝙥 𝙤𝙛 𝙖 𝙁𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙚𝙧 by @babycap
TFAWS Bucky x Reader
"Bucky Barnes is a selfish, reclusive asshole who never answers the phone. When John Walker takes up the shield, he emerges from his Brooklyn apartment in a fit of rage that drives the only two people left to care about him in this post-Snap world over the edge. It all comes to a head on trip to Germany. Includes spoilers for TFATWS, episode two."
☽ 𝙎𝙚𝙘𝙪𝙧𝙞𝙩𝙮 𝘿𝙚𝙥𝙤𝙨𝙞𝙩 by @babycap
Bucky Barnes x Reader
"Bucky Barnes was a romantic, sure—but a hopeless romantic? He’d never believed in the whole ‘love-at-first-sight’ thing, not before the war and certainly not now. So when he stumbles into his building, fresh out of yet another demoralizing therapy session, to find his new neighbor blocking the stairs with her mattress, he should be his usual scoffing, unamused self—right? Everything changes with her (and that mattress)."
☽ 𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙈𝙖𝙩𝙘𝙝 (series) by @babyboibucky
CEO!Bucky Barnes x Reader
"You come across your boss’ Tinder profile."
☽ 𝘼 𝙋𝙞𝙚𝙘𝙚 𝙤𝙛 𝘾𝙖𝙠𝙚 by @buckybarnesdiaries
Bucky Barnes x Reader
"Something happens at Shuri's birthday party that leads to a heated fight."
☽ 𝘽𝙪𝙨𝙞𝙣𝙚𝙨𝙨 & 𝙋𝙡𝙚𝙖𝙨𝙪𝙧𝙚 by @witchysoldier
Boss!Bucky Barnes x Assistant!Reader
"You’ve always lusted after your boss, but little did you know, he lusted after you too."
☽ 𝘼𝙧𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙙 𝙔𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙉𝙚𝙘𝙠 by @beyondspaceandstars
TFAWS Bucky x Reader
"Something sparks in you when you watch Bucky wrap his hand -- the metal hand -- around Zemo’s throat."
☽ 𝙏𝙧𝙞𝙡𝙤𝙜𝙮 (series) by @buckycuddlebuddy
Fuckboy!bucky barnes x Reader
"Most of the time you were with him, you were used for pleasure only, you knew that, and he wasn’t hiding it. maybe it was how good he made you feel that made you fell in love with him, or maybe it was the fact that he somehow made you feel like you were someone ─ but you fell in love with him. although you knew in the beginning that you shouldn’t have, it was way too late for that, now. you were in too deep."
☽ 𝘿𝙚𝙫𝙞𝙡’𝙨 𝙈𝙖𝙧𝙠 (series) by @babyboibucky
CleanRockstar!Bucky x Fem!Reader
"You accept a temp job as a runner for a rockstar’s concert."
☽ 𝙉𝙤 𝙇𝙞𝙛𝙚𝙜𝙪𝙖𝙧𝙙 𝙤𝙣 𝘿𝙪𝙩𝙮 by @buckys-blue-eyes
Lifeguard!Bucky x Reader
"A shitty motel pool isn’t the place you expected to meet the man of your dreams."
☽ 𝙇𝙖𝙢𝙗 by @buckycuddlebuddy
Tws!bucky barnes x Reader
“he didn’t even take you home, did he?” he smirked. he placed his flesh hand over your stomach, fingers expertly undoing the buttons of your shirt.
☽ 𝙎𝙣𝙖𝙠𝙚𝙨 & 𝙇𝙖𝙙𝙙𝙚𝙧𝙨 (series) by @imaginativeavengers
Bucky x Reader x Steve
"You're on holiday with your Mafia boyfriends Bucky and Steve, but the weather leads to you all having a miserable time. Bucky and Steve come up with a great idea to pass the time whilst they wait for the sun to come out."
☽ 𝘽𝙖𝙘𝙠 𝙩𝙤 𝙔𝙤𝙪 (series) by @celestialbarnes
Ex!bucky barnes x Reader
"Desperate to find a place to stay after your boyfriend cheated on you, you end up crashing at bucky’s apartment, the problem is he’s the ex that you never really got over and he’s got a new girl who doesn’t like you very much."
☽ 𝙉𝙤 𝙂𝙤𝙤𝙙𝙗𝙮𝙚 (series) by @badassbuchanan
Bucky Barnes x Reader
"Bucky’s left to pick up the pieces of a broken heart"
☽ 𝙞 𝙬𝙖𝙣𝙣𝙖 𝙢𝙖𝙠𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙝𝙪𝙣𝙜𝙧𝙮 (𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙣 𝙞 𝙬𝙖𝙣𝙣𝙖 𝙛𝙚𝙚𝙙 𝙮𝙖) by @belowva Rockstar!bucky barnes x Reader
"there's nothing in the world that bucky loves more than spoiling his girl - but sometimes he ends up treating himself too."
☽ 𝙊𝙫𝙚𝙧 & 𝙊𝙫𝙚𝙧 by @mrwinterr
Pornstar!Bucky Barnes AU x Pornstar!Female Reader
"You’re an up-and-coming adult film star secretly eager to work with the popular Bucky Barnes, and with just the right connections, your paths cross much sooner than later."
☽ 𝙄𝙩'𝙨 𝙖 𝘿𝙚𝙖𝙡 (series) by @justreadingfics
Bucky Barnes x Reader
" You’re out of a relationship of 10 years and you’re just in desperate need to get laid, no strings attached, no romance, no complications. You dear friend Natasha feels like she’s going to regret this later, but she might have the perfect guy to fulfill your needs."
☽ 𝙎𝙪𝙣𝙧𝙞𝙨𝙚 (series) by @wkemeup
Veteran!bucky x librarian!reader
"After an explosion takes his arm and his only sense of belonging, Bucky is discharged from active duty and sent back to civilian life. Left with a storm of unchecked guilt, Bucky is content to live out the rest of his days in the hollow comfort of the dark. This is, until Sam drags him down to the local VA and he meets you."
☽ 𝙎𝙖𝙛𝙚 𝙋𝙡𝙖𝙘𝙚 𝙩𝙤 𝙇𝙖𝙣𝙙 by @sunlightdances
Modern!Bucky Barnes x Female Reader
"You and Bucky are both standing up for Steve and Peggy’s wedding. Checking in at the hotel for the weekend, you’re horrified to realize there’s been a problem. A big problem."
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Okay but here's a thot.
Rockstar!Bucky walking in on Rockstar!Steve cumming in your mouth after he's skull fucked the shit out of you...
"M'gonna fuck this whore cunt now, and if you swallow a single drop before I'm done? Well, try it and see how mean I can really get."
Aaaaanyway, love you! 💘
😩💖😩💖why do you do this to me?
Warnings: rough smut, throatfucking, swearing, degradation, one tiny mention of drugs and alcohol
Word Count: 700
18+ below the cut
"There we go," Steve groans, shallowly thrusting his hips upwards to shove his cock just a little bit further into your throat. But even that small motion has you choking around his thick length. “Knew this slutty little throat would fit my cock perfectly.. Bucky’s one lucky motherfucker.”
Steve, always one to charm his way into anything or anyone, had convinced you to suck him off after their sold-out show in some shithole town. Bucky had been starving you of attention as of late, spending most of his time with Colombian white and Tennessee brown. That’s how you found yourself between Steve’s obscenely spread legs being brutally throatfucked.
His head lolls back against the dilapidated greenroom couch, his hands firmly planted on the back of your head as he sets a vicious pace. As he claims space in your throat inch by inch you panic a little bit, but he just keeps pushing and harshly bucking his hips until he’s fully buried balls deep. You gag with his next thrust, a particularly brutal one that pierces the back of your throat.
“What would Bucky think if he saw his girl on her fuckin’ knees, throat fulla’ my cock?” he asks rhetorically, his calloused thumb slipping from your hairline to wipe a tear from your mascara-laced cheek.
You let out an innocuous noise; not even sure what it sounded like, just knowing that you were desperate to draw a full breath. Your hands lightly squeeze his thighs, trying to signal that you were having difficulty breathing. He ignores the non-verbal indication, instead driving your head down even further onto his cock as strings of saliva drip from your swollen lips down to your chin.
Steve’s fingers comb through your messy locks, gathering it into a makeshift ponytail before yanking it up to give you some reprieve. You whimper at the sting in your scalp but are grateful for the few clear breaths he allows you.
He releases a drawn out groan, his hand tightening painfully around your hair once again as he guides your mouth back onto his rockhard cock. With a wet slosh, his cock is cemented at the back of your throat and blood rushes to your cheeks as he rocks your head back and forth.
“You like bein’ my little skank? Turns you on when you’re between my knees suckin’ me off?”
He continues the assault on your mouth, tightening his fist around your hair, “asked you a question, not sure why your stupid ass isn’t answering it.”
You try to hum an “mhm” against his length, his eyes trained on the stretch of your mouth around him. Fishnet-clad knees pressed against the filthy concrete floor, you’re not sure how much longer you can take Steve splitting the seams of your mouth open. Though initially impressed with his pornstar stamina, the aching in your jaw has grown wildly uncomfortable.
"Oh fuck - gonna come.. you better hold it, bitch. Don’t fuckin’ swallow," he roars, and with one final thrust he’s coating your mouth with ropes of white. You gag and sputter as your throat convulses around him, trying to expel his cock from your throat.
You hold your breath to make sure you don't accidentally swallow any of the pearly droplets, not wanting to disobey Steve’s orders. Your spent lungs protest at this choice as you cough around his now semi-hard cock, which he still has wedged between your puffy lips.
He releases the grip on your hair, letting you fall backwards onto your ass. You’ve been so fucked out that until now, you haven’t noticed Bucky standing in the threshold of the door.
Bucky is pissed. You can see it in the curve of his shoulders, the furrow of his brow, the way he has his ink-adorned arms crossed. Though not exclusive, you know he’s marked you as his. Steve knew this too.
His baby blues narrow, bending down so he’s at eye level with you: “M'gonna fuck this whore cunt now, and if you swallow a single drop before I'm done? Well, try it and see how mean I can really get."
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After the Show
Pairing: Bucky x reader (Rockstar!Bucky AU)
Word Count: 2,170
Summary: You want Buck off stage, on stage and everywhere in between.
Author’s Note: This is born soley of my thirst for Bucky and the super fun Rockstar AU, the recent pics Seb posted definitely helped and my talks with the girls are always inspiring. Thank you @navybrat817 @angrythingstarlight @pepsicup @awesomerextyphoon and @eurynome827 I have zero love for Tommy Lee and this has nothing to do with him. This is also for @goaskbarnes 500 follower AU Challenge and the Rockstar AU. Congratulations Hailie! Sending you lots of love! Thank you all so very much for reading! Much love always! ❤❤❤ My jobean divider is by the lovely @imerdwarf and the music note divider is by the lovely @skylightlantern thank you loves! PS the lyrics in italics are from Led Zeppelins song ‘Thank you,’ listen here! :)
Warnings: soft sweet fluff followed by smut (thigh riding, light dirty talk, flirting, teasing, semi-public sex) 18 + ONLY PLEASE!!!
This first gif is meant to show Bucky’s look when you first met him and the second pic is an AMAZING edit by my beautiful friend @nix-akimbo and is meant to be Bucky present day. THANK YOU SO MUCH ❤🥰😍
“I know that song,” you say softly, adjusting your body amongst the pillows.
Bucky looks up from his guitar and smiles. The moonlight casts a soft glow across the bed, enough that you can see the blue of his eyes as he gazes at you while strumming his acoustic.
“I remember that night like it was yesterday,” he says, closing his eyes and continuing to play.
“Me too Bucky. I’ll never forget the first time I heard you play,” you sigh. “I loved that little coffee shop. They had the best muffins. I always went there just for the lemon poppy seed. But nothing compared to finding you and after we met I kept coming back for a totally different reason.”
His eyes open and he plucks a few strings before setting the guitar gently on the floor. He crawls over to you and slips under the sheet, pulling you into him. Your fingers lightly trace the outline of one of the tattoos on his chest and when they meet the chain of his dog tags you drag him down for a kiss.
“Remember when this was the only tattoo you had?” you ask him with smile.
He nods and says, “it used to be my favorite. But not anymore.”
Your hand moves up to his bicep and your fingers ghost over your name outlined in dark ink.
“This is my favorite too,” you giggle.
“And your hair used to be so much shorter,” you whisper, gently brushing a long strand that falls in front of his face.
His nose brushes along yours and he hums in agreement, kissing you softly. Your hand combs through his hair and settles at the back of his neck so you can deepen the kiss. When you pull away you’re breathless.
“Will you play for me more?” you ask in between kisses. “I love when you play your acoustic.”
“Of course, baby girl but I’m gonna play you first,” he whispers, dancing his fingers down to your hip and pulling you under him.
Bucky shuts the doors to the truck and takes you in his arms.
“I’ll see you at the show baby doll,” he murmurs into your hair.
You rest your cheek against the bare skin that peeks out from his open shirt, fingering his dog tags that hang there. The sun is just starting to set behind him and the pink and orange glow shines off the metal pieces. Tucking a strand of hair behind his ear you trace your fingers along his jaw and lean up to kiss him.
“See you at the show baby,” you say and blow him another kiss once he’s in the truck.
You take your time getting ready for the show since you don’t have to worry about lines or the crowd. You decide to surprise him and wear the same outfit you wore the first time you saw him play live with the band. You’ll never forget the way he looked at you from the stage. Just thinking about it makes you tremble with want.
When you walk to the door you greet Tony with a smile and flash your pass even though you don’t have to. He escorts you inside and waves you off as you head to the back. The band has played this venue a few times before so you know your way around.
The green room is at the far back and you can hear his guitar as you head down the hallway. You lightly knock on the door and open it when you hear him say “come in baby girl.”
You smile to yourself and your eyes find him immediately, seated on the couch, legs spread wide and his guitar now resting against the edge. The leather pants he wears pull snugly across his thick thighs and you bite your bottom lip.
You stand in the doorway and admire him but it’s his heated gaze that rakes over your skin and causes you to squeeze your legs together.
“You look fucking incredible,” he says, patting his thigh. “Come here baby doll.”
You saunter over and sit, resting your hands on his chest. “I wasn’t sure if you would remember,” you say demurely.
His hands settle at your waist and he pulls you into his lap so you’re straddling him.
“You know it’s etched onto my brain like one of my tattoos,” he tells you, grazing his fingers under your skirt. “Just like every inch of your skin.”
You lean into his touch, letting your head fall to the side as his cool metal fingers inch higher.
“Bucky,” you whimper. “The show starts in a few minutes.”
He grips your thigh, brushing his thumb over your already soaking underwear before crushing his lips to yours. Your fingers grip his silken locks and you roll your hips, unable to stop yourself. A knock at the door pulls you apart and Bucky’s face falls to your neck, his loud groan not going unnoticed by Steve on the other side of the door.
“Show time Barnes. Let’s go,” Steve shouts.
His eyes meet yours and they are dark with want.
“I love you,” he whispers, kissing you one more time before promising, “and I’ll see you after the show.”
He helps you off his lap and grabs his guitar, throwing you a smirk before heading toward the rest of the band. You follow behind and say hi to Steve, Nat, Wanda and Sam. Wanda gives you a knowing once over before winking while Steve and Nat sneak in a kiss and Sam flips his drumsticks.
You shout, “break a leg,” and then make your way to the floor in front of the stage, wading through the crowds of already screaming fans. Throngs of girls are struggling to get as close as possible and you know why. Thankfully, you know Bucky only has eyes for you and the moment the lights go down, adrenaline shoots through your veins and you join in with the screams.
The first note Bucky hits sets the crowd into renewed cheers, the sound nearly drowning out the soft sound. The lights come on and his eyes instantly search for you. He finds you quickly, winking before bringing his lips up to the microphone.
You’ll never get tired of watching him on stage, his strong legs spread wide, his ocean blue guitar resting between them and those fingers, the way they move over the strings, strumming and picking to create the most amazing sound. The stage lights shine off his metal arm, creating a stunning effect of colors as he moves with the music and his tattoos shift with the muscles in his arm and chest.
You know this song well and when his solo starts he locks his gaze on you, singing the words and playing the melody with such ease it takes your breath away.
“My love is strong, there is no wrong. Together we shall go until we die, my, my, my, inspiration's what you are to me.”
He wrote this song not long after you met, the lyrics like a song written on his heart. You sway with the rhythm, never looking away and when he gets to the chorus you sing along out loud.
“If the sun refused to shine, I would still be loving you. Mountains crumble to the sea, there will still be you and me.”
Everyone erupts into loud cheers when the song finishes and Bucky smiles, working the crowd for a minute before launching into the next song. You dance until your feet are aching and scream until your throat is sore.
The band exits for the intermission and you rush backstage. Bucky is waiting in the hallway and you throw yourself into his arms. He’s sweaty and smirking and you can feel his heart beating in his chest.
He pulls you into the bathroom, shutting the door and pushing you against it as his whole-body lines up with yours. He leans down to kiss you but you stop his mouth with a finger to his lips, reaching into your bra to pull out a small ball of lacey fabric.
He takes it from your hand and rubs it between his fingers, stuffing it into his front pants pocket before his lips devour you. There is nothing but desperation in his kiss and as his lips trail down your neck and he sucks on your pulse point your legs nearly give out.
Your hands are everywhere at once, wanting to touch every inch of him and when he pushes his thigh between your legs you tug hard on his hair, moaning at the friction.
“Bucky!” you cry out, grinding down to harder to find your release. His muscles flex beneath you and he grabs your hips, rocking you back and forth until you fall apart for him. You barely have time to catch your breath before they are calling him back out.
“I’m not done with you yet, not even close,” he growls out, his mouth swallowing any chance of your reply before leaving the bathroom.
You lean against the door, breathing hard and try to fix your skirt with shaky hands. You’re able to make it onto the floor just as the band comes back out on stage. You can see the red lace of your underwear peaking out from Bucky’s pocket and it sends a new wave of heat through you.
By the time the show is over you can’t get to him fast enough, the events of the night catching up and leaving you filled with need. You make your way down the hallway, doing your best to say a brief hello to everyone you pass but only needing to find Bucky.
You’re headed for the back when a strong arm reaches out and pulls you into the equipment room. You don’t even get a chance to greet him before his mouth is on yours, the force of the kiss knocking you into the wall as his hand slides behind your neck.
At the taste of him, you moan, unable to help yourself and your hands rove over his hard chest, desperate for any skin. They rake through his hair, the strands silky as they slip through your fingers and you pull him closer.
His hips grind into you and you arch your back off the wall, baring your neck to him. He drags his mouth from yours and traces a line up the column of your neck, reaching the spot just below your ear that makes you whimper.
“Did you enjoy the show baby girl?” he asks dangerously, burying his face against your neck to scrape his teeth over your pulse point.
You can’t form a proper response and Bucky growls low, kissing you again. You have to feel his skin, have to feel the hardness pressing against you with your hands, your mouth, your body. You wedge your hand between your bodies and Bucky groans as you cup him through his leather pants.
His kiss turns deeper and more insistent as you wrestle with the buckles on his pants. Bucky’s hands caress your skin, slowly hiking up your skirt as he nips your bottom lip, your ear, your neck. The blood roars in your ears and you finally manage to get his pants down to his ankles.
He lifts your leg and wraps it around his waist, rubbing himself through your soaking folds, teasing you with every inch of him.
“The whole fucking show all I could think about was burying myself inside you,” he simpers before pushing into you slowly.
His lips graze yours, slowly taunting until he fills you completely. At the feel of you wrapped tightly around him he loses all control and pulls all the way out before slamming back in hard enough to shake the doorframe.
You grip his ass, the muscles taunt beneath your fingertips and push him deeper. He lifts your leg high, keeping his pace steady as he thrusts his hips hard, his grip on your waist bruising. You burn with pleasure, so full of him that his shoulders are the only things keeping you standing.
Looking between your bodies you see him disappear inside you, so thick and long and slick with your wetness that you tighten around him, your release already building. Bucky groans, arching into the feeling.
“Fuck,” he pants, repeating the word over and over as he feels you squeezing him.
His metal hand drifts between your legs, the touch sending you over the edge. Bucky’s movements become erratic as he spills into you, his hips stilling only after his release drips down your thigh.
You stay locked together, his weight pushing you into the door as you both catch your breath. Bucky finally releases your leg, gently placing it on the floor and wrapping his arms around you, brushing his lips to yours.
Your fingertips slide down his sweat slicked chest and wrap around his dog tags, tugging him closer. “I still need more.”
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@jobean12-blog this is for you 😘
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I think I've got all the ones I need now. For what, I have no idea. But here you go lovies.
Those that might be interested: @babyboibucky @buckybarnesj @lokithealligator @supersoldatbarnesstuff
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