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marvelouslizzie · 6 months

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Why Are You Doing This To Me?

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

pairing: Ex!Rockstar!Bucky Barnes x Female Reader

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

word count: 2.3K

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You are the love of my love.”

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

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

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

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

What a fucking asshole!

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

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

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

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

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

Selfish bastard!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

God, you hate him so much!

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

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

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

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

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

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

>> Did you listen?

<< Yeah.

>> How are you feeling?

<< Confused.

<< Are you still talking to him?

>> Yeah we all are.

<< Why didn’t you tell me that?

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

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

<< How is he doing?

>> Not great. He misses you.

<< I miss him too.

>> Are you gonna call him?

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

<< I don’t know what to do.

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

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

He’s the love of your life.

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

And you are the love of his life.

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

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bluehourbucky · 1 year

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Love from afar

pairing: rockstardad!bucky x fpregnatmom!reader

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

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

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

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

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Minors please don't interact

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Daddy!!"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Bucky chuckles and says love you again before hanging up.

"Theo what do you have there?"

"A KNIFE!"

"NO."

[THE END]

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

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pinkiebieberpie · 1 year

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

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jobean12-blog · 1 year

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Dirty Rock

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader (Rockstar!AU)

Word Count: 1,466

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

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

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

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

Opening night.

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

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

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

“Hiya doll face.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“To be on your knees for me.”

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

When you pull away he’s smirking.

“What?” you ask with sass.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“How many more songs?” you ask.

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

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

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

“You’re such a brat.”

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

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

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

“You’re soaked.”

“See. Told you…your fault.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Buckyyyy,” you whine.

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

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

“But…”

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

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

“Don’t you dare stop.”

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

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

“Harder,” he commands.

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

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

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

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

“Nothing feels as good as you Bucky.”

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

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

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

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

“Please Bucky. I need your cock.”

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

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

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marvelobsessed134 · 11 months

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Honeymoon suite (Rockstar!Bucky x fem!reader)

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Seeing these make me feral like shit baby let me bark for you 🥴🤪

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Title: ᴅᴇᴠɪʟ ʙᴇᴛᴡᴇᴇɴ ᴜꜱ [4]

Pairing: Rockstar!Bucky Barnes x Reader

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Mommy?”

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

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

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

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

“You sleep okay? Any bad dreams?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

So fucking much like her dad.

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

“Why?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Couldn’t sleep.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Great.

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

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

Steve shrugs. “Nothing.”

“You always were a shit liar.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Couldn’t.

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Please?”

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

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

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

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

“Hey.”

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

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

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

You wince.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Yeah.” You look away. “He’s nice.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Prick.

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

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

So Iris couldn’t be his.

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

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

What if?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I have a daughter.

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bucky-barnes-diaries · 2 years

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Meet the Barnes twins;

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

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

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What's Mine is Yours

Pairings | rockstar!Steve Rogers x f!reader, rockstar!Bucky Barnes x f!reader, rockstar!Natasha romanoff x f!reader

Warnings | fingering, oral (m!receiving), mention of drugs, mention of alcohol, pet names, degradation (use of the word slut)

Word count | 1k

Summary | Steve's cool with sharing

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Natasha's lap as she guided you to straddle her.

A shiver escaped you as she ran her fingers down your spine, hooking them under your skirt and moving them dangerously close to your dripping heat.

"Mmm, you've got such a good girl Stevie." Natasha hummed, a small grin tugging at her lips when she found you had no panties on.

Steve grunted in agreement, the man sat pouring over lyrics in his notebook on the couch opposite.

Bucky smirked, leaning back into the couch beside Steve with a beer in one hand and a joint in the other. His tongue tan over his lips as he eyes Natasha beginning to rub her fingers through your core, catching your clit with every swipe.

"May I?" Natasha asked, still looking at Steve over your shoulder. He looked up at that, a smile forming on his face.

"Of course. What's mine is yours, right?" He said playfully, before returning to his notes.

Natasha bit her lip in excitement, beginning to prod at your hole with the tips of her fingers.

She leant in, placing salacious kisses to the column of your throat as you rocked back against her fingers.

"You want it gentle?" Natasha murmured, placing a kiss behind your ear. She chuckled as you shook your head.

Bucky swigged from his beer, "I don't know why you even bother askin' her that, she has the same response every time." He smirked again, and Natasha hummed.

"I know, I just like reminding her how much of a slut she is." Natasha reasoned, and Bucky sniggered. You whined, and Natasha looked back at you. She fake-pouted at you, "need some more attention, sweet girl?"

You nodded, and Natasha leant in to scrape her teeth over your neck as you pushed back on her fingers. You moaned, arching into her and Nat grinning against your skin.

Seeing the dark glint in his friend's eyes, Steve gestured to you and Natasha with one hand. Bucky licked his lips and nodded in acknowledgment before sauntering over to the two of you.

"Hey, doll. Mind if I join?" At that point, Natasha's fingers danced over your clit - making you writhe in her lap and let out a happy moan.

The redhead smirked, "Someone's happy to see you."

Bucky grinned boyishly and cupped your cheek in his hand, tilting your head back to look at him.

"Want something to keep this hole occupied, hm?" He murmured, slipping two fingers into your throat. You nodded, the action pushing his fingers down your throat and causing you to gag, enticing a chuckle from the man above you.

Letting you go, Bucky moved to unzip his dark jeans and pull out his cock - shorter than Steve's, but certainly much thicker. You licked your lips at the sight.

Bucky chuckled again, and just as Natasha descended her lips upon your collarbone in a flurry of kisses, Bucky pushed forwards and into your mouth.

Your eyes rolled back, and Bucky cupped your cheek again; his thumb rubbed along your cheek bone soothingly whilst his fingers felt the thickness of his dick in your throat.

He grunted above you, and you moaned around him as Natasha's fingers slipped into you. Your eyes rolled back as she curled them, your hips canting back and forth.

"Good girl." She hummed, her fingers finding just that spot as Bucky's cock hit the back of your throat.

A set of hands - presumably Bucky's - were wandering over your chest and you whimpered when he tugged on the bar pierced through your left nipple.

Steve had done it for you a while back whilst you were both high, and you'd been in too much pain to let him pierce the right side as well.

"Hmm, she likes that." Bucky hummed and Natasha displayed a confirming smirk as she found that spot inside you.

"C'mon, sweetheart. Make 'im come." Steve muttered from across the room, his cerulean stare pinning you in place as your tongue flicked over the head of Bucky's dick.

"Shit, doll." The man above you hissed, and his hands made to grab the sides of your head as his thighs shook under your own hands, which you had braced against them. He held your head still as he came, his neck arched beautifully as his hips jutted into your mouth those last few times.

"Good fucking girl." Steve praised lowly as Bucky strolled back over to his original position beside the blonde, tucking himself back into his jeans.

He flopped back onto the sofa which a satisfied sigh and picked up his near-empty beer bottle, before finishing it off in one sip and returning part of his attention back on his joint.

"You've got an audience now, возлюбленная." Natasha whispered in your ear as the two men settled in behind you, Steve's book now discarded on the table before them and his feet kicked up, your boyfriend taking turns with Bucky in taking drags of the joint.

You moaned happily as the thought, your hips grinding down onto Natasha's hand. She grinned at you, and before you could even whisper her name in a plea she brought her thumb to your clit again - causing you to convulse in her lap as you came.

You stuttered a groan of her name and Natasha tutted at you.

"What's my name, baby?" Your response was inaudible. Just to make you squirm, Natasha thrusted her fingers into you hard, one last time. "What was that?"

"Daddy." You mumbled, and she kissed your fiercely.

Steve chuckled across the room, "You're such a slut." He accused playfully, amusement in his eyes.

The title only made you grin a little against the redhead's lips.

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bubblessunshinehoney · 2 years

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Day 9- Exibitionism with Rockstar! Bucky

973 words

18 + only! NO MINOR INTERACTIONS

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A/N: hey guys, i have to repost all of my 18 days of Kinktober for now. Because my account got suspended last night. Many of you might have read them already, and maybe many more of you might read it for the first time. I'm not someone who asks for reblogs, likes are find by me. But for this one time...i would be very grateful if you could reblog it. To help me go back in the game. I'm sad that i lost all my works. But so grateful i wrote them on Word... Or i would have lost literally months of prepration.

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TW: public sex, blowjob, p in v, pwp, filthy smut

not beta read, english is not my first language, all mistakes are my own

You were as crazy as him. That’s why you blended perfectly with the band. A crazy ass woman who didn’t care about what others think of you. Especially not now.

The atmosphere is always special after a concert. The electricity in the air more palpable, the sweat making the air hard to breath and them…all of them are out of their mind. You love the after show, love to see them scream and reckon part of the gig. See Bruce jumps around and tell everyone how he saw a girl throw her bra at him during is bass solo. How Tony laughs when he remembers missing a key on his keyboard because of you throwing your panties at Steve just to make Bucky screamed more in his mic at your favourite song.

“Yeah, this are mine by the way.”, Bucky tells Steve.

His friend looks at him and push your panties to his nose and smells them.

“Nah, I’m keeping them, they’re clean.” You giggle, Bucky squints at you. “I saw a patch”, he argues. “Well, sweet boyfriend of mine, it was just some water. Here are your panties”.

You throw them and he’s quick to bring them to his nose. Everybody makes gagging sound and laughs, while Bucky brings you on his lap and makes out with you straight away.

“Yes, that’s the real show beginning” purrs Nat, holding Wanda close to her.

You love the after show for the adrenaline in Bucky. He was wild, he wanted to eat you alive. His hands grip your ass, and he bucks his hips. He’s hard…so fucking hard, constricts in his tight black jeans.

You know not to put clothes you love dearly after a concert because…your shirt is ripped of and your skirt too. See the adrenaline make your man extra strong. You hold the back of his head and kiss him hard when you’re half naked, not caring that all the band is watching you. You’re even more excited to tell the truth, you love to make a show for them, love to hear some grunts and little moans from them. Bucky loves it too, you can feel him under you, almost ripping of his jeans with how hard he is, your super soldier.

“Come on, doll. Show them what they are missing”, he growls. “Show them how this body of yours dance on me. My Greek goddess.”

You moan, fuck his Greek goddess… you rip his button shirt open, scratches his chest and play with his pierced nipple, before going in between his legs to free him.

“Yeah, about time, I’m so hard.” You smirk, “I saw, since the third song.”

Everyone chuckles and when you turn your head, Wanda is straddling one thigh of Bruce and Nat the other, lucky one tonight. Tony is lurking in a corner, the louder and shy one of them all. Steve is behind you, but you are sure that one of his hands is holding his cock above his pants. And you hear him groan, when you open and free Bucky’s cock, almost purple at the head and leaking precum. Bucky looks at his best friend.

“One day I will share, pal. One day.” You take a look behind you and quickly turn back to look at Bucky.

“I know dollface, I know. He’s quite a sight too. Now I think you need to apologise for making me this hard, no?”

You nod, you feel Steve’s gaze on you, and you want to make the show for him especially tonight.

You take Bucky’s cock in your mouth and starts to bop your head, no teasing tonight. You want it as bad as him, as them…

“Fuck, she’s so beautiful”, whimpers Nat. There’s an agreement of groans and you go harder on your boyfriend. Your butt out and Steve can see how wet you are.

“Come one, doll, sit on me, warm me while I say hi to my favorite fruit”. You giggle, your boyfriend and his food references.

“I didn’t forget you know, we can have food next time with us, would love to see how some chocolate will go with your cock…” you say as you straddle him and sink in.

“Fuck, you’re perfect”, Bucky AND Steve say at the same time. You start to ride Bucky, like he loves it, while he takes off your bra and sucks on your breasts, leaving hickeys on the way.

Your moans and his are mixed with the others. You know they love to watch as much as you love them to admire you have sex. But you never had Steve sits on the couch beside Bucky and you, cock out and a smug smile on his face. He doesn’t touch you, he sits there, hand on his crotch, squeezing from time to time.

“I’m gonna destroy some pussy later, just admiring the view” he whispers. Bucky chuckles and looks at him.

“Which pussy?” your pace flatter, a bit on edge, you’ve never seen his dick, but you heard him and his partners. The two best friends give each other a look and Bucky spanks you hard, making you moan and starts to fuck yourself again, harder on his cock.

Steve looks at your breasts bouncing, then your face, for going to where you and Bucky meet and to the thumb going to your clit, making you arch your back and moans louder, your head falling back. Bruce has his hands in Wanda and Nat panties, while Tony holds his crotch too. You clench hard, fuck they love what you’re doing right now.

“My Greek goddess is close?”, purrs Bucky pressing on your clit. You moan a yes and kiss him hard, coming and squirting on both of you.

Bucky gives a look to Steve and then looks at you. “Round two in Steve’s room, dollface?”

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breakablebarnes · 2 years

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WTF Are We Talking For?

pairing: Rockstar!bucky x Rockstar!reader

words: 1.7k

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

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

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

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“She just wanna fuck before the function

Only rings my line up for the fun shit

She a starphucker, wanna run shit

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

Bucky Barnes hated you.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I fucking hate you.” He said.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Shut the fuck up,” Bucky snapped back.

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

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

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

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

“Of what?”

“Everything.”

“You want me

You won't leave

I thought this would be easy but

I'm tired of picking up your calls

Drunk sloppy sex in bathroom stalls

My back is pressed against the wall

I'll fuck em once i'll fuck em all”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Steve smacked his arm. “Not helping.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Nothing to say?” Bucky breathed out.

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

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

“I don’t.”

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

“Shut the fuck up, Barnes.”

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bluehourbucky · 1 year

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the biting problem

pairing: rockstardad!bucky x f!reader

summary: how theo developed a liking to biting

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

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

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

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

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

"NOOO. MA TOES MAMMAA!"

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

"Ouch."

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

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

"Don't."

Theo laughs and bites Buckys shoulder, hard.

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

"Mmkay, dada." Theo nodds.

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

"Hello. Is this miss Barnes?"

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

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

"We'll be there."

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

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

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

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

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

"Thank you for coming."

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

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

"Theo honey do you have anything to say?"

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

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

And he does.

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

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

couple of months later

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

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

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

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

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

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

Ooohhh.

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

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

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

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

Bucky rolls his eyes and goes to tuck him in.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[the end]

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