➳summary: When your best friends Peter, MJ, and Ned drag you along to a concert, you never expected to fall head over heels with the band, more so the drummer. Wild and erotic, Bucky Barnes is a rich rock star who gets everything handed to him. Between the money, fame, and platinum records, he has a nasty reputation. But when an innocent girl like you comes along, he can’t stay away.
➳pairing: rockstar!Bucky Barnes x College!Reader
➳warnings: features heavy angst, drug abuse, drinking, partying, cheating
➳summary: When your best friends Peter, MJ, and Ned drag you along to a concert, you never expected to fall head over heels with the band, more so the drummer. Wild and erotic, Bucky Barnes is a rich rock star who gets everything handed to him. Between the money, fame, and platinum records, he has a nasty reputation. But when an innocent girl like you comes along, he can’t stay away.
➳pairing: rockstar!Bucky Barnes x College!Reader
➳warnings: features heavy angst, drug abuse, drinking, partying, cheating
“Bucky?” You called his name groggily as you felt him slip underneath the sheets of the California king-sized bed.
“Shh,”Bucky shushed you and you closed your eyes, snuggling back into the warmth that the blankets provided. The bed began to dip and curve, soon a pair of strong tattooed hands were wrapping around your thighs and pushing them apart. Before you could recognize what was happening, a pair of warm lips started to press kisses to the innermost parts of your thighs, bringing you to gasp.
That was when you realized what had happened. You and Bucky had stayed up practically all night, playing catch-up. It had been officially a week since he left rehab and his entire demeanor had shifted. He was a completely different person; a better man. He was a joy to be around and the two of you couldn’t keep your hands off one another.
Last night was a blur.Of course, no alcohol or drugs had been intermixed, but it was the simple high you two felt off each other. Bucky and you were camped out in his built-in studio, where he attempted to teach you how to play drums. What surprised him the most was the fact that you could play piano and sing, which started turning the creative gears in his mind.
One thing led to another, and a few take-out boxes later, the two of you were settled in a bath filled with warm water and luxury bubbles. You were seated in front of each other, your hands rested on his thighs while he used his thumbs to stroke the length of your hips.
“Thank you for staying,” Bucky whispered to you as you focused on his face.
You giggled, leaning forward to brush your lips across his. Soon, he was pulling you into his lap, warm water sloshing around your naked bodies. He savored every moment he had with you, understanding that life was soshort, that he had to live it to every advantage. He wanted to experience every single high and low with you, no matter what they may be.
“Bucky, I’m proud of you. I can’t ever say it enough.” You smiled, kissing him passionately. When the two of you finally emerged from the bath, you changed into one of his shirts and a pair of underwear, both of you hopping into bed together. You were digging into a container of gelato together, deciding to share the spoon.
You spoonfed him a mouthful of the cold delicacy, watching as Bucky’s eyes rolled at the taste. “You know, without being doped up all the time… I think my senses got stronger? Everything tastes and smells better,” He laughed, kissing you on the cheek with a pair of cold lips.
You giggled loudly as Bucky took the spoon away from you so he could feed you. When you purposely made him miss your mouth and allowed the cold dessert to drip down the corner of your mouth, Bucky’s eyes widened.
“Baby girl,” He whispered huskily.
You smiled, licking your lips. The light in Bucky’s head suddenly turned green and he pounced on you, removing the container of gelato from your hands and throwing the spoon into it. Soon, the drummer had you pinned beneath him as he flicked his tongue over the running gelato, your insides churning. A soft moan ricocheted through the air as Bucky pinned your hands above your head while he kissed your neck, paying close attention to every inch of your exposed neck.
Your hips bucked upwards to meet his, Bucky growling in response. Soon, he was stripping you from his shirt that donned your body, his hands exploring your flesh until you were given over to the heightened pleasure that only Bucky could offer in the moonlight.
Now? You were stirring awake this morning, feeling as his tongue licked a surprising stripe against your heat. A gasp fell from your mouth as you immediately reached to your sides to clutch the sheets. Bucky hummed, sending pleasurable vibrations through your core that somehow managed to shimmy up your spine.
“Oh, Bucky!” You groaned heavily as his lips wrapped around your sensitive bundle of nerves, giving it a delicate suck. He threw your legs over his shoulders and buried his face in between your legs, the light burn of his stubble brushing across your core bringing you to echo a scream.
Bucky used your words as a means to pinpoint. Using his ringed fingers, he pushed two of them into your spongy walls, your insides capturing him immediately. Your head lowered to rest on his head where you curled your fingers around the strands of hair and tugged, earning a delighted groan from your lover’s mouth as he licked into your folds while scissoring his fingers.
Your breaths were coming out in pants as Bucky pushed you over the edge, his name being screamed relentlessly into the air of your shared bedroom. He gripped his hands around your thighs and coaxed a few orgasms out of you, bringing you to the point of overstimulation. You were nearly having to push yourself away from his mouth, but he could see the intense pleasure he brought over you, and it only made him press harder.
He came off your heat with an audible pop before he crawled up the length of your body. Lowering his head, the strands of his jet-black hair tickled your cheeks as you wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him down. Bucky kissed you long and slow, his tongue touching yours for a passionate exchange. You groaned sweetly into his mouth as you tasted your release which coated his tongue, his large palm slipping underneath your back.
Bucky flipped the two of you over so you were straddling his waist, his hand tangling through your hair as he kept you close. Your hips rolled into his, a sticky mess between your legs where his mouth and fingers once were. He felt it on his abdomen and it made him smile wickedly.
“Good morning,” Bucky winked, his blue orbs vibrant and full of life.
“Good morning,” You whispered, lowering your head to his chest. You laid on top of him, your exposed skin pressed together as you hummed while he drew circles into your backside. Bucky held you close as his eyes looked out the large window of his bedroom, watching as the light and view of the ocean met his eyes.
“So, I have a surprise for us…” Bucky announced after silence brewed. Your eyebrows pinched together as you lifted your head.
“A surprise?” You laughed.
Bucky nodded. “We’re getting on a plane tomorrow morning,” He informed you, causing your eyes to widen.
“Tomorrow?!”You exclaimed. Bucky smiled and nodded again.
“It’s a part of my redemption plan,” He breathed out. You looked at him questionably.
“Redemption plan?” You repeated.
Bucky laughed, twirling his fingers across your warm skin. “I think before you start back up with classes, we just need a vacation for ourselves. And since the tour isn’t happening anymore, my time slot has been freed.” He explained.
“Where are we going?” You asked with a hint of excitement lacing your voice. Bucky rolled his eyes playfully and kissed your forehead.
“It’s not a surprise if I tell you!” He reminded you.
“But I hate surprises!” You shot back.
Bucky shook his head. “You’ll be fine until tomorrow morning.”
You sighed heavily. “You’re so mean for that…” You trailed with a smirk. Bucky shrugged his shoulders and planted another kiss on your lips.
“But you love me,” He laughed.
“Yes I do, Barnes…. Yes, I do…” You smiled back at him. “But speaking of surprises, I have one for you, too… We’ll be leaving within the next two hours, so we better get dressed.”
“What is it?” Bucky asked.
You scoffed, choosing to repeat his words. “It’s not a surprise if I tell you!” You winked, rolling off him. You extended your hands and wiggled your hips. “Have a shower with me?” You smiled.
Bucky was flinging himself out of the sheets and racing in behind you, his hands wrapped around your hips. The two of you showered together which also resulted in sex against the wall, but it was worth it. The two of you stepped out, high on your own adrenaline, hurrying to get dressed. You put on a cute yellow sundress while Bucky resorted to his jeans, a gray t-shirt, and his belt. His tattooed arms exposed, you couldn’t help but run your fingers down the length of his arms before pulling him for a delicate kiss.
You two were soon in the car, you asking to drive. You entered the address to the restaurant you were taking him to, his surprise waiting there with nervousness building in the pit of their stomachs.
Bucky and you listened to some of Civil War’s music before you opened up your playlist. Kickstart My Heart by Mötley Crüe played and you shot Bucky a mischievous look.
“That should’ve been your theme song when they pumped those two shots of adrenaline into your heart… Get it? It kickstarted your heart?” You teased behind the wheel of your Ferrari that was purchased the night you two got married, which had been delivered to California.
“Do you think you’re funny?” Bucky asked seriously.
You glanced between him and the radio, soon singing the lyrics while adding a small “Ba-dum tsssss,” For extra hilarity that finally made Bucky burst at the seams.
“I hate you but I love you at the same time, Doll,” Bucky laughed.
You giggled with the sunglasses over your eyes. “I love you too,” You smiled.
Soon, the two of you pulled into the parking lot of the restaurant. Bucky’s eyebrows pinched together as he looked around at his surroundings.
“What are we doing here?”He laughed.
You walked around and grabbed his hand.
“There are a few people who want to see you,” You answered quietly, Bucky’s eyes lifting.
As you walked inside, Bucky’s eyes drifted. You saw the table ahead and you smiled to yourself, leading him over. While you approached, they all turned their heads. Bucky’s eyes grew wide as he recognized the three individuals seated at the table.
“Mom? Dad? Becca?” Bucky called their names.
Winnifred, George, and Rebecca Barnes all shifted their eyes up to their son and brother, Winnifred’s eyes brimming with tears. George stood to his feet, Rebecca doing the same.
And for the first time in years, Bucky was engulfed in a hug from his mother, father, and sister. He couldn’t help but burst into tears as he melted into their touch, Rebecca shooting you a smile as she rubbed her brother’s back comfortingly.
➳a/n: MY HEARTTTT! I’M FREAKING OBSESSED WITH THIS CHAPTER AHHH!
➳summary: When your best friends Peter, MJ, and Ned drag you along to a concert, you never expected to fall head over heels with the band, more so the drummer. Wild and erotic, Bucky Barnes is a rich rock star who gets everything handed to him. Between the money, fame, and platinum records, he has a nasty reputation. But when an innocent girl like you comes along, he can’t stay away.
➳pairing: rockstar!Bucky Barnes x College!Reader
➳warnings: features heavy angst, drug abuse, drinking, partying, cheating
➳a/n: MY HEARTTTT! I’M FREAKING OBSESSED WITH THIS CHAPTER AHHH!
➳summary: When your best friends Peter, MJ, and Ned drag you along to a concert, you never expected to fall head over heels with the band, more so the drummer. Wild and erotic, Bucky Barnes is a rich rock star who gets everything handed to him. Between the money, fame, and platinum records, he has a nasty reputation. But when an innocent girl like you comes along, he can’t stay away.
➳pairing: rockstar!Bucky Barnes x College!Reader
➳warnings: features heavy angst, drug abuse, drinking, partying, cheating
I can’t believe it. Today marks freedom. I’ve been in this rehab facility for exactly one month and while many days I nearly ripped my hair out when the cravings got so bad, I discovered resilience. It made it a touch easier knowing that Sam and Steve were here too alongside me fighting off their own addictions, but we all know between the three of us; I was the worst. After all, it took me being clinically dead for two minutes and two syringes of adrenaline to the chest.
I haven’t spoken to Y/N since giving my life over to the faculty. However, I did bring this journal with me and although Y/N never mentioned to do it, I decided to journal my thoughts. My own personal diary of my account. Maybe one day I can help those who have also struggled with addiction. But for now, my main concern is getting better not only for the wife who I hope doesn’t decide to seal our fate with a divorce, but for myself. I can’t keep living like this.
I’ve realized that I want more in my life than platinum records and adoring fans. I want a family. I want to be an inspiration for people, not someone who they looked to in remembrance of dirty deeds. I’ve thought about Zemo a lot. He was my friend and while I wished things would have turned out better for him, I’m one of the lucky few who received a second chance in life. At first, I wasn’t sure why someone like me was being offered that second chance, until I realized;
Y/N. I’ve discovered that I’m head over heels in love with her and even if she doesn’t choose to stay with me, I won’t be angry. I’ve put her through so much hell the last three months that I wouldn’t want to be with me either. I’ve never been more ready to see a woman in my entire life. First, I want my relationship with her repaired and then I’ll hopefully make amends with others who I’ve hurt on this dangerous path.
My parents.
My sister.
Sobriety is going to be a big change for me, but a change that’ll be worth it in the end. I understand the consequence of my actions and now, I want to repair the damage.
“Bucky, are you ready?” The friendly nurse smiled in his direction as she knocked on the door. He was dressed in a pair of jeans and a white t-shirt along with his leather jacket. His raven locks of hair had grown out a touch and he reminded himself to get a haircut once he was settled in at home.
“You bet… Thanks for all you’ve done, Sarah.” Bucky smiled at her as he stood to his feet. As he walked out of the room, he was reunited with Steve and Sam. They both had brightened eyes and a look of relief covering their faces.
“How are you feeling, Buck?” Steve asked as he realized all the color in Bucky’s face had returned.
Bucky nodded his head. “I feel like a brand new man.” He said, clasping the blonde on the shoulder. As they began their journey to the front door while the faculty congratulated them on graduating from rehab, they all broke out into solid grins. While they embarked for the door, you and Natasha were waiting outside for them to emerge.
“I’m nervous… I haven’t seen him in a month.”You whispered, feeling as your palms were coated with a sweat. You stood outside of the rehab center where Bucky had driven himself to after getting out of the hopsital for his overdose. Your nerves were jumbled and you just hoped that this was the beginning of a new chapter.
“It’ll be okay,” Nat smiled, rubbing your shoulder as she watched the doors like a hawk. You drew in a deep breath as you rolled onto the balls of your feet and back down, your insides twisting with a nauseating feeling.
Praying that she was right, you closed your eyes. Suddenly, the sound of the automatic doors separating caught your attention. Natasha’s hand tightened on your shoulder as she saw Steve and Sam pushed their way forward, wearing big smiles.
You reopened your eyes and your heart fluttered intensely in your chest when your eyes rested on him.He looked so much different.The color had returned to his face, the dark circles vanished. His eyes scanned the area, obviously in search for you. When they landed on you, Bucky released the breath he hadn’t realized he was holding.
Tears welled in your eyes at the sight of him. Bucky also felt his blue orbs glisten with tears and his chest jumped violently. His heart was thrown into overdrive as he craved to hold you. You watched when he started to quicken his steps, you doing the same. Not able to contain it any longer, you sprinted. Bucky gasped when he saw you running toward him at full-speed.
Opening his arms, Bucky caught you as you jumped into them. Your legs wrapped around his waist as he gripped onto you. His face buried into your neck, both of you started to cry in each other’s embrace.
“I’ve missed you so much,” Bucky called out, kissing your neck.
You clung onto him tighter as his arms held you close to him. “I’ve missed you too,” You whispered pulling back. Bucky’s eyes scanned your face and you couldn’t wait any longer. Holding his cheek, you leaned in and kissed him deeply.
Bucky was shocked at first, but he melted into your lips. You kissed him harder and it seemed as if time around you stood still. As you finally gained the courage to pull away for a breath of air, you licked your lips and stared at him. Bucky had a lot on his mind and while he was gone for a month, he decided that you deserved much better.
“How do you feel?” You asked him quietly.
Bucky nodded. “It was rough… But I pulled through. Each day got a little better. I had you on my mind the entire time.”
You smiled widely, nodding. “I’m so proud of you,” You whispered.
Bucky laughed, his eyes brimming with tears. “I’m so ready to go home,” He breathed out. You nodded your head, allowing him to set you on the ground. You pulled out the keys to his Ferrari which you had driven and passed them over.
“Lead the way, drummer,” You smiled, wrapping your arm around his waist. Bucky laughed, kissing your cheek as he led the two of you over to the car. He pulled open the passenger’s side door, making you squeal. Rushing to the driver’s side, he was soon putting the top down and flashing you a wide grin.
Just as he started the drive, you leaned over and kissed him softly. “I love you,” You told him. Bucky’s heart sped up.
“I love you too,” He smiled, kissing you back.
Soon, the two of you were winding down the road towards his home in Malibu.You had been staying in the home. Bucky informed someone to give you the keys to the house and make it yours.You had less than a month left before you would have to return to Brooklyn for college, yet you were somewhat dreadingit.
“What are you thinking about?” Bucky asked, turning the radio down low.
You bit into your lip. “Classes start back up next month,” You cleared your throat. “Ned, Peter, and MJ went to Spain.”
Bucky’s eyes widened. He remembered how you were supposed to do the same before he convinced you to join the tour.
“Doll, why didn’t you go?” He asked.
You looked at him through your eyelashes. “Because I wanted to be here for when you got out of rehab.” You informed him honestly.
Bucky’s heart swelled at your revelation. “And honestly? I love California,” You breathed out. “…Also, turns out that I get to graduate a semester early. So instead of fall of next year, I’ll walk for my degree in May of next year. So, two more semesters and I’m finished… Which they’re letting me go online for.”
Bucky’s eyes lit up. “What are you trying to say to me?” He laughed.
You smiled, wrapping your hand through his. “I’m saying that… I want to work on us.I’ve had a lot of time to think about the last two months, and I want to do things right.So, I’m staying in California… If you’ll have me.”
Bucky grinned. “Baby, I wouldn’t want it any other way.” He announced.
When the drive ended and you two were parked in front of the Malibu mansion, you and Bucky hurried your way inside. As he made it through the front door, he stopped in his tracks. To his recollection, he hadn’t stepped foot inside of his home since before the tour started. It was a bittersweet moment for him, one that he had to take a second to himself for. And when he looked over to see his wife standing there, he bit his lip.
“What?” You giggled as you walked forward.
Bucky shook his head. “It’s just surreal to see you standing inside of this place with me.” He shrugged.
You grinned. “Well, I’ve done a little bit of redecorating. Natasha’s helped keep me occupied when I tried to run myself crazy over you.” You giggled. “New curtains… I may have ordered a new bed for your room… Or, our room. Bucky, this place is gorgeous. Everything about it, I love it.” You expressed.
Bucky smiled proudly. As he walked through, he remembered that alcohol was in the fridge. You noticed the way he eyed the appliance and you quickly cleared your throat.
“I got rid of it all,” You announced.
Bucky’s eyebrows furrowed. “What?”
You nodded. “Every ounce of alcohol in the house both hidden and in plain sight, it’s gone. I scoped out the entire house. You’re okay.”
Bucky felt his heart swell in his chest.
“How did I get so lucky?” He asked quietly.
Laughing, you shook your head. “I want to make this work, Bucky. And it’s going to take us becoming a team.I stopped drinking, too. It’s not fair to you if I participate in it.”
Bucky couldn’t contain himself any longer. He walked forward and wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you in tight. You gasped when his lips found yours, giving you a very passionate kiss. You moaned softly into his mouth, your hand wrapping around the back of his neck. Curling your fingers around the strands of his hair, you smiled against his lips.
“Come on! I want to show you what all I’ve done!” You squealed, grabbing his hand.
Bucky burst out laughing, tanging his hand through yours.
He was hooked. He was so in love.
And now he was on a mission to make it all right again…
Pairing: Backstage Pass!Bucky x Backstage Pass!Steve x f!reader
Words:2105
Warnings: Smut, vaginal fingering, oral sex (f receiving), vaginal sex, creampie, come eating, begging, scent kink, pain kink, praise kink
A/N: Before the happy ending, I just want to extend my love and thanks to every domestic violence survivor who has messaged me about this fic since I posted the first part. I am in awe of all the amazing survivors who have shared their feedback on this story. I am grateful you trusted me with your feelings, and trusted me to get all of us through this. I am grateful you’ve shared your stories with me.
But most of all, I’m grateful you’re here with us. You’re survivors in every sense of the world, badasses through and through. And I love every single one of you.
We made it to the end together. I hope you enjoy. <3
Pairing: Backstage Pass!Bucky x Backstage Pass!Steve x f!reader
Words:2105
Warnings: Smut, vaginal fingering, oral sex (f receiving), vaginal sex, creampie, come eating, begging, scent kink, pain kink, praise kink
A/N: Before the happy ending, I just want to extend my love and thanks to every domestic violence survivor who has messaged me about this fic since I posted the first part. I am in awe of all the amazing survivors who have shared their feedback on this story. I am grateful you trusted me with your feelings, and trusted me to get all of us through this. I am grateful you’ve shared your stories with me.
But most of all, I’m grateful you’re here with us. You’re survivors in every sense of the world, badasses through and through. And I love every single one of you.
We made it to the end together. I hope you enjoy. <3
Pairing: Backstage Pass!Bucky x Backstage Pass!Steve x f!reader
Words:2105
Warnings: Smut, vaginal fingering, oral sex (f receiving), vaginal sex, creampie, come eating, begging, scent kink, pain kink, praise kink
A/N: Before the happy ending, I just want to extend my love and thanks to every domestic violence survivor who has messaged me about this fic since I posted the first part. I am in awe of all the amazing survivors who have shared their feedback on this story. I am grateful you trusted me with your feelings, and trusted me to get all of us through this. I am grateful you’ve shared your stories with me.
But most of all, I’m grateful you’re here with us. You’re survivors in every sense of the world, badasses through and through. And I love every single one of you.
We made it to the end together. I hope you enjoy. <3
Pairing: Backstage Pass!Bucky x Backstage Pass!Steve x f!reader
Words:2105
Warnings: Smut, vaginal fingering, oral sex (f receiving), vaginal sex, creampie, come eating, begging, scent kink, pain kink, praise kink
A/N: Before the happy ending, I just want to extend my love and thanks to every domestic violence survivor who has messaged me about this fic since I posted the first part. I am in awe of all the amazing survivors who have shared their feedback on this story. I am grateful you trusted me with your feelings, and trusted me to get all of us through this. I am grateful you’ve shared your stories with me.
But most of all, I’m grateful you’re here with us. You’re survivors in every sense of the world, badasses through and through. And I love every single one of you.
We made it to the end together. I hope you enjoy. <3
Pairing: Backstage Pass!Bucky x Backstage Pass!Steve x f!reader
Words:2105
Warnings: Smut, vaginal fingering, oral sex (f receiving), vaginal sex, creampie, come eating, begging, scent kink, pain kink, praise kink
A/N: Before the happy ending, I just want to extend my love and thanks to every domestic violence survivor who has messaged me about this fic since I posted the first part. I am in awe of all the amazing survivors who have shared their feedback on this story. I am grateful you trusted me with your feelings, and trusted me to get all of us through this. I am grateful you’ve shared your stories with me.
But most of all, I’m grateful you’re here with us. You’re survivors in every sense of the world, badasses through and through. And I love every single one of you.
We made it to the end together. I hope you enjoy. <3
Pairing: Backstage Pass!Bucky x Backstage Pass!Steve x f!reader
Words:2105
Warnings: Smut, vaginal fingering, oral sex (f receiving), vaginal sex, creampie, come eating, begging, scent kink, pain kink, praise kink
A/N: Before the happy ending, I just want to extend my love and thanks to every domestic violence survivor who has messaged me about this fic since I posted the first part. I am in awe of all the amazing survivors who have shared their feedback on this story. I am grateful you trusted me with your feelings, and trusted me to get all of us through this. I am grateful you’ve shared your stories with me.
But most of all, I’m grateful you’re here with us. You’re survivors in every sense of the world, badasses through and through. And I love every single one of you.
We made it to the end together. I hope you enjoy. <3
They lay you down gently between them. Their hands all over you while they peel off your clothes, their lips on every piece of skin they reveal.
They give extra attention to both of the places your ex touched you in the grocery store. They take turns covering your decolletage with kisses to erase the feel of his cruel hand. They loudly smooch all over and around your bicep, until you’re giggling so hard you forget what it felt like to have him touch your body with such malice.
Your giggles make them smile against your skin, happy that they can help you forget, keep you grounded here with them. They need you to remember they will always protect you.
Bucky seals his mouth around your nipple the same moment Steve’s hand skims over your mound, and you arch into them with a whine. Two of Steve’s fingers dip into your slit, and trace up to your clit. The slow drag of his brilliant fingers makes your hips roll.
“That feel nice?” You nod, and he hums, “Mmm, then grind against me, pretty girl. Use me to make yourself feel good.” He whispers against the shell of your ear, “I belong to you, princess. Use me however you want. I’m yours. You own me utterly.”
“Mine,” you purr, grinding against his fingers. He adjusts a little, the small change sends heat rushing through your body, and you gasp, “Mine.”
Bucky is lavishing attention on your tits, sucking and nibbling little bruises over your chest and stomach. He plucks at the ends of the barbells in your nipples with his tongue, and tugs them lightly with his fingers until you squirm. You wind your fingers into his long hair, tugging on it while you moan, “Mine.” He growls possessively against your tit, and you hum happily.
“Fuck you’re being such a good girl for me,” Steve compliments you, as he kisses along your neck. “Do you want more?” You nod. He smiles sweetly at you, “What’ll it be, my beautiful girl? My fingers?” he dips his fingertips just inside your entrance. “My tongue?” he licks a long, slow stripe over the helix of your ear, “Or my cock?” he grinds his hips against yours, and you feel him throb, leaving a hot, sticky trail of precome against your bare skin.
“Stevie, please,” you whimper.
“I’m here, gorgeous,” he huffs a laugh against your cheek, “now tell me what you want me to do to you.”
“Tongue,” you whine, “want your tongue, please.”
“Shh, easy, princess. It’s all yours.”
He takes his time, kissing down your outer thigh, over your knee, and back up your inner thigh, so you’re already mewling for him by the time his tongue slides into your cunt.
He hums against your core, and you cry out for him. Bucky’s metal hand traces a chilly path down your torso, leaving goosebumps behind. He uses his index and ring fingers to spread your pussy open for Steve, and his middle finger to circle your clit with agonizing slowness.
They have you on the edge in short order. Your thighs squeeze Steve’s head, the peach fuzz on the sides of his fauxhawk chafing your sensitive skin.
Bucky breathes deeply, scenting the pheromones in the air and the sweet smell of your cunt, then murmurs against your lips, “You smell so fucking good, kitten. Know you need to come.” You nod desperately, and he grins, “Then come for him, like the good fucking girl you are.”
It’s a command that you have no choice but to obey when he praises you so sweetly. Your hand tangles in Steve’s silky golden fauxhawk as you come on his face with a gush. You keen as the waves of pleasure tug you under, washing through your body until you’re limp and pliant.
Steve slides up your body, his chin still slick and shiny with your juices. He gives you a grin before he leans in to let you taste yourself on his tongue. You get lost in his kiss, and he gets your attention by tapping your cheek with a fingertip.
“What do you want now, princess? Want Bucky to tongue fuck this pretty pussy? Wanna ride my face? Let us spoil you. What do you want? Anything. Just ask and it’s yours.”
Wanting nothing of extravagance, you answer honestly and with a sweet sigh, “Just fuck me, Stevie.”
He wraps an arm around your waist, and rolls so you’re straddling him. He steadies you with a strong hand on your hip, then lines up, and fills you with his cock. You slump against him, and he holds you in his big, tattooed arms as he plants his feet on the mattress and works his hips, fucking his dick into you slow and dirty.
You’re babbling nonsensical praise against his neck, then he shifts his hips, and the head of his cock is stroking over your g-spot with ruthless precision. You choke out a cry, and whine god, faster.
With a grunt he obliges you, using his grip on you to pull you downward to meet his thrusts, driving his length into you fast and hard. You dig your fingernails into his shoulders when you start to come, wailing his name when you squirt messily on his dick.
“Fuck, you feel so good, doll,” he gasps, “so wet, and tight. You soaked me. Made a mess for me. God fuck, you’re gonna make me come.” Your pussy flutters around him, and further erodes his restraint.
“Do it,” you beg, “come on, come for me. Fill me up, please. I need it, Stevie.”
He buries himself to the hilt, and grinds against you as his cock throbs and bucks inside you. The heat of his come fills you, spills out of you, splashing your thighs, and dripping down his balls.
You rest against his sweat-damp chest, and he strokes your back gently while you both catch your breath. Of course, he recovers his faculties much faster than you do, rolling to the side to place you back onto the mattress.
“You okay, princess?” You nod , and his fingers toy around in your slit. Sliding through his jizz, smearing it around, coating his digits with it, bringing the wet mess to his mouth so he can savor the taste of your cream mingling with his.
Bucky whines quietly from his spot next to you, lazily jacking his cock with a tattooed hand. Steve slides his messy fingers into Bucky’s mouth, humming happily as Bucky licks them clean.
Once he’s done, Bucky asks, “Where do you want me to fuck you, gorgeous?” He pushes two metal fingers into your cunt next to Steve’s with a filthy squelch, “So many holes to choose from, so where do you want me?”
You give a feathery little gasp when they start finger fucking you in tandem. “Fuck In my pussy. God, Buck. Just need you to fuck me.”
“Oh good. I was hoping I’d get to fill this pretty little hole up with come again.”
Bucky shoves Steve’s hand away from your entrance, so he can get comfortable between your thighs. He throws your legs around him, and watches as he teases the pierced head of his dick through your slit before he sheaths himself inside of you with one liquid roll of his hips.
“Fuck me, look how messy you are,” he groans, hooking his hands under your thighs to spread you wide so he can watch your pretty little pussy take his cock. You can feel Steve’s come dripping over your asshole before it plops onto the mattress below your hips. “You’re fucking beautiful, kitten. Filthy, and gorgeous, and absolutely fucking perfect.”
He holds himself still while he praises you, so he can savor the way the compliments make your pussy squeeze his straining cock.
Finally, with a curse, he curls his body over your so he can start fucking you. His forearms braced on either side of your head, while he plunges his length into you.
You whimper and grab his biceps, fingernails digging into colorful tattoos on one side, shiny metal plates shifting under your fingers on the other side. He gives a low growl, and it goes right to your cunt.
“Harder, Buck.”
He obliges you with punishing strokes, his hips smacking your ass loudly. “You too, kitten,” he grunts. He wants your nails in his skin, wants you to hurt him—make him bleed—so you move your hand off his metal arm, and up to his neck. You sink your fingers into the hair at the base of his scalp, and yank his head back. He’s practically purring when you trail your nails down his neck, carving hot tracks into the skin over his tattoos, then squeeze the meat of his shoulder just past the scar tissue surrounding the metal anchor plate for his mechanical arm. He curses quietly as you gradually increase the pressure until his skin parts under your nails.
“Jesus fuck, that’s it. Such a good fucking girl,” he groans deeply, and you can feel his cock pulse inside you.
You suck his lip into your mouth and roll it firmly between your teeth, then let it pop out, so you can murmur, “Mine.” Your pussy squeezes around him as if she’s staking her claim too.
“Yes, kitten. Fuck,” he whimpers. “Yours. All yours. ‘M all yours.”
Bucky shifts his hips, and your back bows off the mattress when he hits your sweet spot, and quickly makes you squirt all over his hips and thighs.
He grins at you with a huffed laugh. “See? You’re mine too. Mine to love. Mine to fuck. Mine to protect, Mine to own. Mine, mine, mine,” he growls greedily with every snap of his hips.
“Yours,” you agree with a moan as Steve’s hand slips between you and Bucky, so he can circle your clit with his fingertips.
“Prove it,” Steve coaxes. “Come for us.”
The force of your orgasm is stunning. The men overwhelm you, and stars spark in your vision when you come undone for them. It’s a good thing Bucky has you lying down, because your legs go weak with the force of it, endorphins racing through your body, as Steve and Bucky work you over like a song they know by heart. Because they do. You’re their song. Their masterpiece; every note, each verse, chorus, and crescendo—they’re able to coax it from you like it’s what they were born to do.
Your thighs are quivering in Bucky’s hands when the last of your ecstasy floods over his cock.
“You still with me, princess?” His smile is lazy and indulgent.
“‘M still here,” you slur.
“Good,” he grunts, yanking you in so your hips are tight against him, he clutches your thighs to his chest when he starts to come. Grinding himself into you so he can unload as deep inside of you as is anatomically possible. You can feel the heat of super soldier come leaking out of you, even as Steve’s fingers try to gather it up and push it back inside of you around Bucky’s twitching cock.
Bucky rolls off you, and flops heavily to the mattress, panting and sweating. He wipes at a little runnel of crimson, dripping over his shoulder from one of the fingernail divots you left there, and pops it into his mouth with a satisfied hum.
Steve is already between your legs again, dragging his tongue through your slit, cleaning up the mess Bucky made of you with an enthusiasm only Steve “Sloppy Seconds” Rogers can muster. His tongue feathers over your clit, and electricity jolts through you.
“Jesus, Steve,” you hiss, “watch it! Human recovery time needed here. Fuck.”
He doesn’t move from where he is, just quirks an eyebrow at you and redirects his tongue. His fingers slip into your pussy, and he starts fucking you with them gently, lapping at the come he teases out of you.
“Goddamnit, Rogers,” you groan, “can a bitch get a nap?”
“A bitch cannot,” he answers sassily.
“Come on, kitten,” Bucky smirks. Then, as if this is a negotiation, “Surely you can give us a few more? We should probably remind you who owns this pussy a couple more times. We might need to remind you who owns this mouth, and this ass too, just so you don’t forget.”
“You think there’s a single chance that I’d ever be able to forget who owns this ass?” you giggle.
He appears to mull it over, then shakes his shaggy head, replying with all the sincerity he can muster, “That’s not a chance I’m willing to take.”
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Pairing: Backstage Pass!Bucky x Backstage Pass!Steve x f!reader
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Warnings: Very brief mention of Bucky’s past abuse, as well as mama Sarah’s past abuse, other than that, this is pure, comforting, fluff. You guys earned it. Enjoy <3
Pairing: Backstage Pass!Bucky x Backstage Pass!Steve x f!reader
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Warnings: Very brief mention of Bucky’s past abuse, as well as mama Sarah’s past abuse, other than that, this is pure, comforting, fluff. You guys earned it. Enjoy <3
Pairing: Backstage Pass!Bucky x Backstage Pass!Steve x f!reader
Words:951
Warnings: Very brief mention of Bucky’s past abuse, as well as mama Sarah’s past abuse, other than that, this is pure, comforting, fluff. You guys earned it. Enjoy <3
Pairing: Backstage Pass!Bucky x Backstage Pass!Steve x f!reader
Words:951
Warnings: Very brief mention of Bucky’s past abuse, as well as mama Sarah’s past abuse, other than that, this is pure, comforting, fluff. You guys earned it. Enjoy <3
Pairing: Backstage Pass!Bucky x Backstage Pass!Steve x f!reader
Words:951
Warnings: Very brief mention of Bucky’s past abuse, as well as mama Sarah’s past abuse, other than that, this is pure, comforting, fluff. You guys earned it. Enjoy <3
Pairing: Backstage Pass!Bucky x Backstage Pass!Steve x f!reader
Words:951
Warnings: Very brief mention of Bucky’s past abuse, as well as mama Sarah’s past abuse, other than that, this is pure, comforting, fluff. You guys earned it. Enjoy <3
Bucky is first on the bus, holding the door open for Steve, who has kept you cradled against his chest; unwilling to let you go during the whole seven-block walk back.
“Hey guys, can we have the room?” Bucky asks Clint and Nat. They both take one look at you and start throwing on their clothes and shoes.
“Is she okay?” Nat asks quietly.
Bucky nods. “She is. She will be. I promise.”
Bucky has a quick, but hushed conversation with them both, which concludes with Clint insisting, “Of course. No problem, brother.” He tosses a wink over his shoulder at you, “We love you lil’ mama.” Nat sends you a sweet smile, and blows you a kiss.
As they leave, they both give Bucky a kiss on the cheek before he closes and locks the door behind them.
Steve sets you down on the couch and helps you get your shoes off. Bucky brings you a bottle of water and a cereal bar, and sits next to you.
“I’m gonna clean up real quick,” Steve says to Bucky, and disappears into the bathroom. It’s only then that you realize he’s got more blood on him than just his knuckles.
Bucky wraps your hands around the cool bottle, and unscrews the lid. “Drink something,” he urges you. Once you take a few swallows, he breaks off a piece of the cereal bar, makes you open your mouth, and pops the bite onto your tongue. The anxiety and adrenaline are wearing off, and it’s left you feeling shaky and empty, so the cereal bar tastes better than it has any right to.
Once you finish the pastry, and half the bottle of water, you’re feeling a bit better. “I’m sorry,” you say quietly.
“For what?” Bucky asks.
“For what happened.”
He wraps his arms around you and squeezes you tight. “None of what happened with him is your fault. Not back then, and not today. You don’t have anything to apologize for.” You still look apologetic, so he takes your hand in both of his, and continues, “Look. You and I both have abusive exes, right?” You recall the horrible mental and emotional abuse he suffered at the hands of their ex, Peggy, and nod. “Do you think what she did to me was my fault?”
“Of course not, Bucky.”
“Then this isn’t your fault either.”
“What he said though…” You trail off and drop your eyes to your lap.
Steve leans against the bathroom door frame, scrubbing at his hair with a towel. “What did he say?”
You fish around in your brain before you’re able to come up with the thing he’d said that nearly made you puke on the bright-white grocery-store floor. “He said nobody would take in a whore like me unless I fucked them first.”
Steve sits in front of you on the coffee table. “That’s crass, clearly, and downright fucking infuriating, but out of the whole shitty encounter, why is that in particular sticking with you?”
“Because,” you whisper, “it’s kind of what happened.”
“With who?” Bucky asks, confusion clear on his face.
“Wait,” Steve connects the dots a little faster than Bucky, “With us?”
“Yeah.”
Bucky barks a laugh, and immediately claps a hand over his mouth. ”I’m sorry for laughing. I am. But that is so NOT what happened with us.”
Steve is the one that’s confused now. “You think that’s the only reason you’re with us now? Because you fucked your way onto the bus?”
“I didn’t think it. Not until he said it.”
Steve slides off of the table, onto the floor at your feet, and takes your hands in his. “We thought you were hot as hell way before you ever set foot up those steps. We wanted to see if you would make the first move. If you were actually interested in either of us, or just hoping anyone from the band would grab you, like most of the groupies do. But honestly, we were about two days away from dragging you out of the crowd ourselves.”
“You aren’t here because you conned us into something we didn’t want.” Bucky reassures you, “You’re here because it’s something we all wanted.”
“Besides,” Steve cuts in, “even it that’s what happened—it isn’t, but even if it was—who fucking cares? What we have is real. This love is real. This family is real. So it doesn’t matter how we all got here.”
Bucky continues, “You’re ours, Y/n. Now and forever. And you own us completely. We were made for each other.”
You study their faces, their eyes, and you know by the sincerity written there that they mean every word of what they said. Suddenly you huff out a laugh, because you feel silly for letting your ex make you doubt yourself and these two incredible men. Your men.
“Hey,” Steve squeezes your knee, “I’m sorry I scared you. It took my mama a long time to stop flinching after her abuser died. I know better than to act like that.”
You shake your head, “No! He got into my head today. That’s all. You could never scare me, Stevie. Ever. You two make me feel safer than I ever have before.”
Bucky and Steve both preen a little at knowing you feel secure and protected by them.
“I love you two so much it hurts.”
“We love you too,” they answer in unintentional unison, making you giggle.
You sigh, “Please take me to bed. Help me forget today ever existed.”
“Whaaaaat? And forget the bomb dick you’re fixin’ to get?” Bucky chuckles, and scoops you up into his arms.
“Okay, maybe everything before right now.”
“You’ve got yourself a deal, gorgeous.”
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