#rockstar!steve rogers

[toastedkiwi]

Rockstar!Steve Rogers and Rockstar!Bucky Barnes are stuck in an elevator. Steve ended up having an asthma attack. He hadn’t had one in awhile. Anyways, the fire department comes along with paramedics. Paramedic!Reader is sent in as she can get through the small gap between the doors while they continue working on getting them fully opened. She takes care of Steve and happily sasses Bucky who’s high key flirting with her (it happens once Steve is doing a lot better). She’s also playfully arguing with Bucky not giving a shit that these two dumbasses are famous as shit. Even in the back of the ambulance she’s arguing with him. Steve is just so tired but he’s loving that Bucky is meeting his match.

[kaiparker-avengerssmut]

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. 

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.

[granatkoroleva]

Starstruck

{𝑹𝒆𝒅,𝑾𝒉𝒊𝒕𝒆,𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑾𝒐𝒐!‘𝑽𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒆}

Pairing ⍟ Rockstar!Bucky Barnes x Captain America!Steve Rogers [Shrunkyclunks]

Rating ⍟ E

Word Count ⍟ 6.6k

Major Tags ⍟ Shrunkyclunks, Modern AU, Prequel Fic, Bucky's Birthday, Rockstar!Bucky, Charity Auctions, PWP, Explicit Content, Strangers To Lovers, Getting To Know Each Other, Original Songs, Serenading, Everything Is Beautiful & Nothing Hurts, Happy Ending

Summary ⍟ Bucky's evening cannot get any worse.

“Our next bachelor up for bid tonight is a wild card.” The crowd chuckles, but a few at the front tables stay mum at the glare he sends the group. This is the last fucking place he wants to be. “Grammy award-winning musician and songwriter. He’s the frontman of Winter Star, branded by Rolling Stone as the “it” sound to hear. His passions include reading by the fire, romantic cooking, and long walks in the…snow?” The crowd laughs again, and he, despite his scantily clad concert attire, starts to sweat under the gaze and heated lights. “Bucky Barnes!” The MC announces too loudly, the mic cracking.

“Fuck me.” He hisses under his breath, clenching down on his teeth.

-

He closes his eyes attempting to starve away from the humiliation and tries to think of a happy place. He gets as far as his own apartment, in the bathtub before a deep voice has him jerking back with surprise.

“I’m sorry sir, please correct me if I misheard. But did you say—“

“I said.” The tall blond steps out from the shadows and into the spotlight in the center of the dance floor— holy fucking shit, that’s Steve Rogers, Captain America. “Five hundred thousand dollars.” Dark eyes lock on him, and Bucky bites back the squeal trying to leave his throat.

You know what they don't tell you when you pursing your dreams and shoot to fame? That it doesn’t make you any less of a fan yourself. That it does not diminish your own personal fandom in any way. His childhood hero, the man who inspired his gay awakening—just paid half a million dollars for a date with him. Okay, so it's for a good cause.

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Author's Note ⍟

Happy Birthday Bucky!

@buckybarnesevents

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[bitchysoulwasteland]

Aurora

Part One

Bucky Barnes X Rockstar!reader

Short summary: the avengers meet your band when Stark records signs you all before the album release of Aurora.

Long Summary: Bucky was a very private person, so much so that no one knew where he went once he left the tower every night. On the other hand, the world saw you as a very open person, but you were both people with a secret.

(A/n: Kinda a Daisy Jones And The Six crossover but y/n is Daisy Jones onstage and Daisy’s backstory does apply but she’s not in love with Billy and it’s present day. Do not copy my work, happy reading. Enjoy)

Warnings: mentions of alcohol, mentions of drug use, mentions of rehab, Billy Dune being a bit of a dick along with Sam joining in.

Being a rockstar wasn’t easy at all.

You had been a drug addict since you were fifteen. Your parents, an English painter father and a French model mother didn’t give a damn about your existence. So, you started making a name for yourself on The Strip in LA. You stood out due to your accent anyway, so it was easy to be noticed.

At the age of twenty you joined a band called ‘The Six’ and changed your name to ‘Daisy Jones’. You didn’t want any connection to your parents at all.

By twenty one the band reached stardom. But, your drug problem grew. You were taking so many that you lost track and there was so much alcohol in your system at all times that you were sure you hadn’t been sober in years.

In fact, that was true.

You became aware of your problem when you met James Barnes, or Bucky as he insisted everyone called him, though you never did.

The lights of the bar glowed as you sat sipping your wine with a spliff in your hand. This was one of the only bars you had found on tour that you were allowed to smoke anything you liked in, not that anyone else was since it’s the 21st century and it’s frowned upon. Not that that stopped you though.

You spotted Bucky across the room and waltzed over to where he was sitting with someone who you’d learn was called Steve Rogers and was his best friend.

“Mind of I buy you a drink?” You asked, thinking that he’d know exactly who you were. Much to your surprise and a slight bruising to your ego, he didn’t.

“Sorry, doll, but I’m fine, thanks.”

“How about your friend here, looks like he needs a refill.” You new it was stupid, but you were high, somewhat drunk and were attempting to get with at least one of the two. Maybe both, if they were up for it.

“Look, doll, I’m not tryin’ to be rude, but I don’t let alcoholics or drug addicts buy my drinks.”

“I’m not an addict.” You say in disbelief that he would call you out like that so quickly. He arched an eyebrow.

“I’ve seen you go through eight glasses of red wine, three shots of vodka and you’ve been smoking weed since you got in here an hour and a half ago, doll.”

“Fuck.” You murmur as realisation hits you and you slump down onto the booth beside the blonde man after he scooted over a bit.

You knew you liked drugs and alcohol but you never saw it for what it was. Your band mates all smoked and did drugs, but you’re rockstars, you thought it was normal.

“I’m Bucky and this is Steve.” Bucky said, telling somewhat sorry for you. You were incredibly beautiful and incredibly charming but Bucky wasn’t going to give in to your charms until you were sober and fully aware. And for the first time since you changed your name, you didn’t introduce yourself as Daisy Jones.

“I’m Y/n.” You said as Bucky pulled out a pen and you allowed him to write his number on your hand.

“You’re a real sweet girl, Y/n. Give me a call when you’re sober and we can go from there.”

PART TWO COMING SOON

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Let Me Spell It Out For You

Jax Teller x Rockstar!Reader "Firefly"

ExBf!Rockstar!Steve Rogers x Reader

It’s Battle of the Bands Night at your local hole in the wall bar run by SAMCROW. You're currently dating their prez Jax Teller. Your lifelong best friend and first real love. Somehow your ex, Steve Rogers and his band The Howlies have shown up, vying for top spot and the cash prize. Such a shame they’ll have to go against you and your all girl group Serenity. It’s going to be a verbal bloodbath and you can’t wait to humiliate his arrogant ass.

The energy in the bar was none short of chaotic. Between the loud music, the alcohol flowing and the rowdy mix of bikers and patrons it was looking to be a night to remember.

“I can not wait to get up on that stage and destroy some wannabes!” Zoey practically shouts while strapping on her electric guitar.

“Nothing beats that high,” I smile devilishly. “Well except for sex of course.”

We all laugh as we hear our band being called to the stage. “Next up, Serenity!”

It’s the first round of Battle of The Bands Night. I’m not worried about making it to the final round and grabbing the cash prize. Most bands here are so fresh they haven’t performed as a group much yet. So that leaves us at an advantage. We’ve been thick as thieves since high school when we used to skip class and jam out in my garage.

Not wanting to blow our load on the first round we chose to start with “Becky’s So Hot” to show off our sex appeal and my vocal talents. I may be singing about Becky, but in actuality it’s about the time in my life when Jax was dating Tara when he and I were broken up. 

I wanted to destroy her for having the audacity to be with him. While at the same time I wanted to know first hand what made her so special that he kept her around as more than just a lay. The feelings were so conflicting, the only way I could work through it was to put it into a song.

Fine, okay, I'll say, I went and stalked her

And I don't really blame you 'cause

Damn, the waist, the hips, the face, this is awkward

Are you in love like we were?

If I were you, I'd probably keep her

Makes me wanna hit her when I see her

'Cause Becky's so hot in your vintage t-shirt

Ooh, she the one I should hate

But I wanna know how she taste

I kinda wanna hit her when I see her

Becky's so hot in your vintage t-shirt

As we reach the interlude, my eyes catch the familiar frame of one Steven Grant Rogers. My ex and lead singer of The Howlies. Standing to his left, bass strapped to his chest, is of course Bucky Barnes. Steve’s best friend and cliché fuckboy musician. 

He happens to also be Zoey’s ex. This is going to be interesting to say the least. It’s been months since we’ve seen each other. Much less been in the same room competing to see who the better band is. 

It’s us of course. The Howlies are good. But they rely heavily on their good looks to fill seats. About 80% of their fans are of the female variety. Where ours is ratioed at about 60/40.

I turn to Zoey. She gives me a subtle nod. Acknowledging she’s aware of their presence and that it’s playtime.

I scan the crowd for my favorite blonde haired biker until I lock eyes with Jax just as the final chorus begins. I sing to him for a moment before turning my attention back to enticing the crowd into wanting to see more of us.

I sing the last line and drop a kiss to Zoey’s neck, as I stare down our exes. A challenge in my eyes. Tonight just got so much more entertaining. 

Continue...

[maxburnett]

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[farovermistymountains]

CHAPTER S E V E N: ‘cause it’s all about the sex

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Bucky’s phone chirped in his pocket, prompting him to slide a hand into the denim, pulling the offending technology out to silence it, until he noticed the picture message from Dugan.

The man was clearly in his own room or was hanging out the window of it at least. There was a small gathering of fans at the entrance to the hotel, clearly being warded off by security, but one of them had a large sign, cardboard painted white with painstakingly clear lettering:

“BARNES! I BET YOUR HAIR ISN’T THE ONLY THING THAT’S LONG!”

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[luxeavenger]

Jackals

Rating: Explicit (18+ ONLY)

Pairing: Backstage Pass!Bucky x Backstage Pass!Steve x reader

Warnings: Orgasm delay/denial, vaginal sex, fingering, teasing, begging

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Bucky’s fingertips swirl over your clit while Steve fucks up into you with slow, deliberate strokes.

“Bucky, please” you implore him, desperation making your voice thin and whiny.

He grins at you with a shrug as you sit atop Steve in reverse cowgirl, so Bucky can do all manner of wicked things to you while Steve is busy not letting you come.

Heard before it’s felt, Steve’s hand smacks against the tender meat of your ass like a whip crack. His hand tangles in the hair on the back of your scalp, and he pulls you backwards until your back is pressed against the sweat-damp skin of his broad chest. He releases your hair only to slip that hand around your throat.

“What did I tell you?” he growls in your ear.

What had he told you exactly? You’d remembered perfectly just a moment ago, but being bent back like this has shoved the plug in your ass even deeper, and Bucky’s questing fingers have slipped into your pussy to make you feel even fuller as Steve continues to fuck you with deep, and languid strokes. Of course, Bucky seizes the opportunity to start slurping and sucking at your swollen clit.

The hand around your throat tightens, and your insides flutter at the increase in pressure.

He repeats himself, “What did I tell you?” The hand grows tighter still, and his cock somehow pushes even deeper into you. “The longer it takes, the longer you wait.”

Wait? Oh. That’s it!

Something Bucky does with his tongue makes you shudder, and when you answer, your voice comes out in a tremulous murmur, “You decide when I get to come. Not Bucky.”

You feel his lips curl into a smile against your ear. His voice is gentle, and full of genuine pride when he purrs, “There’s my good girl!” He noses against your neck, peppering the column of your throat with soft kisses, and purring praise while he fucks you with increasing vigor.

At one point his hips are smacking against you so hard the only noise you can make are little yips that hiccup out of you uncontrollably. You feel like you’re ready to spontaneously combust, but—like a cool drink of water—Bucky’s there. Smiling down at you with eyes the color of cool ocean waves. He brushes the hair away from your face with his chilly metal fingers. Noticing the way you chase after the coolness, he tenderly cups his mechanical hand over your fevered cheek.

A soft puff of air tickles your forehead when Bucky gently blows air at your face, the sweat prickling as it dries against your skin. You mewl his name, and cling to his metal arm until he shushes you. “It’s okay, princess. It’ll be soon. I promise. Think of how happy you’ll be when you get to tease me,” he chuckles.

A groaned “Jesus fuck, princess,” rumbles out of Steve’s chest, and he pushes Bucky away from your face, and back down to your cunt. Bucky leaves you with a lopsided grin and a little shrug that says, See? I told you so.

Steve’s thick arms wrap around your torso to hold you in place as he snaps his hips into you with growl.

You feel the familiar building of pressure in your core, but even as your back arches, and your body prepares for the expected flood of ecstasy, Steve’s big hand knots itself into Bucky’s long hair, and yanks him away from your pussy to lay next to him on the mattress.

You let out a frustrated sob, and feel around beside you on the mattress for Bucky. When you find the hand he isn’t using to jack his cock, you cling to it. Squeezing his hand between both of yours, you make a needy sound.

“Stevie, please.”

He pants, “Please what?”

“Can I come? Pretty please? I need to, Stevie! God, please!”

“Goddamn, princess. You beg so fucking pretty.” He grunts when your cunt clenches around him. “Fuck,” he curses, “keep squeezing my cock like that, and I’ll keep you on top of it even longer.” He drops a hand to your clit, and smacks it hard.

You grab his wrist, “I can’t! I can’t! Please, Stevie, please. I need to! I have to! Please, please let me come. I need it so bad. Please, please, pretty please!”

“Holy, fuck,” there’s a soft thump when Steve’s head falls back against the mattress. “You beg me like that, and you can have anything you want, princess.” He smacks your clit again with a hum, “You can come when I do. I’m close, so you better be ready.”

“Stevie, can I…?” Bucky trails off.

“Yeah, babe. Go on,” Steve pants.

Eagerly, Bucky springs to his knees. He slips his fingers around where Steve is disappearing inside of you, and forces two fingers into the tight space, eliciting deep, and desperate groans from all three of you.

When Steve’s back bows off the mattress with a groan that rattles out of his throat, you know he’s there, and you fall over the edge together. The heat of his come spreads inside you, an instant before Bucky’s persistent fingers on your g-spot make your vision white out when you squirt a messy mixture of your come and Steve’s over Bucky’s hand, which he immediately begins sucking off his fingers.

Steve is quietly cursing underneath you as you try to catch your breath.

Bucky’s wide eyes come into view, and he asks around his fingers, “Is it my turn now?”

Panting heavily, Steve gripes, “That was like the fourth round. Gimmie a second, you jackals.”

“Don’t have an asthma attack, punk,” Bucky suggests helpfully.

“Eat a dick, Buck.”

“But you said you needed a minute.”

Steve lifts you off his chest and lays you gingerly on the mattress next to him. He shakes his head at Bucky, “I can’t with you right now.”

Bucky kisses you on the forehead, rolls you over, and starts working the plug out of your ass. You moan, “God yes, Buck,” and he grins over at Steve.

“Take your time. I think us ‘jackals’ can find something to do while we wait.”

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[toastedkiwi]

Does popstar reader help rebuild his reputation? What is their relationship dynamic? Cute moments?

Yes, she does— not that he wants it. He’s been pretty content on hiding in his cabin in Montana and practically being a lumberjack. His only social interaction is phone calls with Bucky, Bucky’s mom, the sheriff, and the mom and pop that own the diner five miles away from his cabin.

He’s a sad man and she’s much more upbeat than him. She’s trying her best to get him out of his shell once again.

They made their song debut onstage at the Grammy’s. His ex is there in the audience with Daniel Sousa, her new husband. Steve is obviously freaked out because she wasn’t supposed to be there. But Pop princess!reader got Bucky and Sam there to surprise him to be some moral support. They played cards in the dressing room together and helped him ease his nerves a bit. And then right before going onstage, she got him to do a goofy vocal warm up with her.

[lovebugism]

rockstar!eddie x shy!reader , christmas party shenanigans, shes so sweet she made cookies & sweets for everyone but she wasn’t asked to , run ins w celebs 🤭

hope u like it angel!! — a rockstar flirts with eddie munson’s girl minutes before corroded coffin plays a show (shy!reader, established relationship, fluff, 1.4k)

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Corroded Coffin’s got their own green room — backstage at one of the biggest music festivals of the year. There’s a team of people dressed in black waiting at their beck and call. Eddie’s pretty sure KISS is in the suite down the hall. As a boy from Middle of Nowhere, Indiana, he doesn’t feel very deserving of any of it.

He feels like he’s dreaming, really. The only thing keeping him from pinching himself is Dustin and Lucas’ roughhousing and Steve’s stupid belly laugh. Having all his childhood friends here is strangely humbling.

Eddie lazes on an expensive leather chair, totally unsure of what to do with himself when he’s not holding you. He’s trying to get comfortable in the foreign leather drab that stylists put him in when the door yawns open. It swings with such ferocity that the metal knob slams against the opposite wall with a low thud. It isn’t any surprise that the culprit is Robin Buckley.

She storms in first, followed more quietly by you some seconds later.

“Woah, woah, woah— what happened?” Eddie wonders aloud, already on edge with anxiety. Robin swooping in like a dark grey storm cloud doesn’t make it any better.

You shrug with a tin of Christmas cookies in your hand. Some are already missing because you wanted to pass them out to the workers. “It’s not like I don’t have enough to go around,” you’d said with a shy chuckle, nodding to the table lined with homemade pastries. You always bake when you’re nervous.

“We bumped into someone on the way back,” you explain in a gentle murmur, mindful of the emotional girl across the room. “I think she might’ve known him…”

“You didn’t recognize him?” Robin blurts from where she’s flopped on the leather couch. Her eyes go wide, the edges of them smudged with brown eyeliner. The look she gives you makes you cower.

“…No?”

“That was Roger Taylor,” she tells you. And then, when it still doesn’t hit you— “From Queen.”

Your doe eyes flood with a similar, more innocent look of shock. “That’s who that was?”

Robin groans and shoves her face into the fluffy throw pillow beneath her. She decides to talk to the only person in the room who could understand her and her wild emotions. Steve, sitting next to her with cookie crumbs all over his mouth, somehow manages to cipher her mumbled, emotional slurs.

“You don’t get it— it was like seeing an angel, Steve. He was the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen— and I don’t even like men!”

“Yeah, so that’s definitely saying something,” the boy mumbles through a mouthful of pastry.

Eddie, still wide-eyed with amazement, turns to look up at you. You’re lingering at his side, a sweet thing dressed in pastel pink. He reaches over to smooth a hand over your pale tights. His ringed fingers are almost achingly warm when they curl around the back of your thigh. He tilts his chin to smile at you with all his teeth.

“I thought you loved Queen, babe,” he chuckles, squeezing gently at your leg.

“I do,” you insist, always shy in your way, as you shift your weight on your feet. Your sheepish gaze flits to the tray in your hand — to the hand-made snowmen, trees, and snowflakes. “I just didn’t know that’s what he looked like.”

“Was he pretty?” Eddie teases with a knowing squint in his chocolate eyes.

You shrug, burning with misplaced embarrassment. “I don’t know… I didn’t really look,” you mutter. His chest swells with something short of pride. “They just wanted to try my cookies—”

“That’s what she said,” Gareth quips. Followed by an audible slap when Jeff reaches over to smack him. “—Ow!”

“Was Freddie Mercury there?” Dustin wonders from across the room, smiling wide at the thought. His giggle is boyish and high-pitched. “That’d be insane.”

You shake your head in response. “No— but now that I think about it, that’s probably why they said they needed to take some extra for Fred. There was another guy there, though.”

“Yeah?” Eddie lilts to egg you on.

“Yeah. He kinda looked like a poodle—”

“Brian May!” the room choruses.

“Um…” you mumble under your breath. “Maybe?”

“One of the best guitarists of our time Brian May?” Robin wonders, a tad bit dramatic, and filled with life all over again. “Astrophysicist and super genius Brian May?”

Your smile is innocent and utterly sincere. “Oh, he’s an astrophysicist? That’s so cool!”

Robin groans again, and you flinch.

“…What?”

“Nothing,” Eddie answers for her, squeezing your leg to bring your attention back to him again. His rosy grin widens when your eyes meet his. “You’re just cute.”

Your face heats like it’s the first time he’s ever complimented you. Your warm cheek tilts to your shoulder as you smile quietly back at him. “Well, thank you,” you mutter shyly.

“Why can’t anything good happen to me?” Robin whines.

Steve doesn’t mean to laugh, but it tumbles out before he can stop it. “It did happen to you. You were there.”

“Well, it didn’t feel good at the time!”

The door creaks open again. Nancy and Jonathan walk in together, fashionably late. It wouldn’t be surprising if she stopped a couple of musicians for impromptu interviews and didn’t take ‘no’ for an answer — bound to be on the front page of Hawkins Post come Sunday morning.

Jonathan, however, looks a little bit dazed. “Is that— Is that Queen in the hallway?” he whispers to the group of you, like he’s scared the band might hear him.

“Yep,” Robin deadpans in response, popping the p.

“Ooh. Smells like a bakery in here,” Nancy lilts with a pretty pink smile.

You get all shy because it’s entirely your fault. “Yeah. Sorry. I kinda… went overboard with the cookies.”

“Don’t be sorry. I love when you bake us stuff,” she assures you, then bites the head off of a sugary snowman. She sighs at the heavenly taste and nods with it stuck in her cheek. “Don’t ever, ever be sorry.”

You giggle all pretty in response.

Jonathan reaches into the tray and pulls out a crumpled piece of paper. “Woah. What’s this?”

“Oh. Shit. Sorry. I meant to throw that away—”

Nancy rips it from his hands. She straightens it out as best she can and squints when she finds writing on the back of it. She grins like she’s found some kind of hidden treasure. 

“Wait, this is someone’s phone number,” she announces to the rest of them room. She reads it out loud for all of you, each of you on the edges of your metaphorical seats. “Thanks for the cookies, but I bet you taste sweeter. I’m free after the show. Call me. Roger.”

The room goes deadly silent.

Eddie is among the gaping mouths of shock, unsure if he should be jealous or amused.

“He wanted to try your cookies, alright,” Gareth chuckles under his breath. Jeff snorts out a laugh, then reaches over to slap him again. The curly-haired boy cowers. “Oh, come on! You thought it was funny, too!”

“Let me see that,” Eddie insists, rising on his feet to take the paper from Nancy’s painted fingertips. 

His brown eyes flit back and forth as he reads it for himself. Once, then twice, then a few more times after that. He’s about to play a show for thousands of people, yet this is somehow harder for him to grasp.

“Roger Taylor wants to fuck my girlfriend,” he murmurs in amazement to himself.

For some reason, feeling the need to defend yourself, you rush to get the words out. “I didn’t know that’s what that was, Eds, I swear— I figured he thought I worked here, and he was just giving me his trash to throw away.”

Eddie turns to you, still silent. His chocolate eyes are slightly glazed over as he blinks at you — the sweetest thing he’s ever laid his eyes on, so polite in her shyness and aloof with it, too. 

Still in a state of subtle disbelief about all of this — the phone number, the looming performance, and the fact he ever landed you in the first place — he shakes his wild head with a dumbfounded smile.

“I love the shit outta you, you know that?” he says with a burst of low, boyish laughter. He doesn’t give you the opportunity to answer before wrapping you up in his leather-clad arms and pressing a smothering kiss to your mouth.

[marvelouslizzie]

Marvelous Lizzie’s Masterlist

DISCLAIMER

All of my work is intended for readers above 18+. MINORS DNI. Please read the warnings before starting the story. I take no responsibility if you skip the warnings.

All my stories are organized from oldest to newest in each category.

You can find all my work also on my ao3 account.

🔥 - Smut 💔 - Angst 🌸 - Fluff

Bucky Barnes x Reader

i wanna ruin our friendship 🔥 💔🌸 Celebrity!Bucky Barnes x Female Reader

are you mine? 🔥 💔 Boyfriend!Bucky Barnes x Female Reader

just let me make you feel better 🔥🌸 Boyfriend!Bucky Barnes x Female Reader

unconventional methods [complete] 🔥💔 Avengers!Bucky Barnes x Adult Content Creator!Reader

no one else matters 🔥 Avenger!Bucky Barnes x Female Reader, Steve Rogers x Female Reader (in the past)

you're my desire series [complete]- co-written with @notafunkiller 🔥🌸 40s!Bucky Barnes x Female Reader

love me like you paid me - co-written with @notafunkiller 🔥🌸💔 Dilf!Bucky Barnes x Female Reader

not a study date - 🔥🌸💔 College!Bucky Barnes x Female Reader

you’re stuck with me - co-written with @notafunkiller 🔥💔 Revenge Sex!Bucky Barnes x Female Reader

you were mine just yesterday - co-written with @notafunkiller 🔥💔 Ex Boyfriend!Bucky Barnes x Female Reader

Lonely Night series [Complete] - 🔥 Roommate!Bucky Barnes x Female Reader

Like Someone I Know -🔥 A Little Sequal 🌸 College!Bucky Barnes x Female Reader

Why Are You Doing This To Me? - 💔 Ex!Rockstar!Bucky Barnes x Female Reader

Pretty Little Thing - co-written with @notafunkiller 🔥 Bucky Barnes x Female Reader

I’m Not Sure If I Can Do This - 🔥🌸 Boyfriend!Bucky Barnes x Female Reader

One More Night - 🔥💔🌸 Bucky Barnes x Female Reader

Matt Murdock x Jennifer Walters

one thing leads to another - on ao3 🔥 

better than I imagined - 🔥 

Updated: 29.03.2024

[granatkoroleva]

Red, White & Woo! [verse!]

Starstruck

“Our next bachelor up for bid tonight is a wild card.” The crowd chuckles, but a few at the front tables stay mum at the glare he sends the group. This is the last fucking place he wants to be. “Grammy award-winning musician and songwriter. He’s the frontman of Winter Star, branded by Rolling Stone as the “it” sound to hear. His passions include reading by the fire, romantic cooking, and long walks in the…snow?” The crowd laughs again, and he, despite his scantily clad concert attire, starts to sweat under the gaze and heated lights. “Bucky Barnes!” The MC announces too loudly, the mic cracking.

“Fuck me.” He hisses under his breath, clenching down on his teeth.

-

He closes his eyes attempting to starve away from the humiliation and tries to think of a happy place. He gets as far as his own apartment, in the bathtub before a deep voice has him jerking back with surprise.

“I’m sorry sir, please correct me if I misheard. But did you say—“

“I said.” The tall blond steps out from the shadows and into the spotlight in the center of the dance floor— holy fucking shit, that’s Steve Rogers, Captain America. “Five hundred thousand dollars.” Dark eyes lock on him, and Bucky bites back the squeal trying to leave his throat.

You know what they don't tell you when you pursing your dreams and shoot to fame? That it doesn’t make you any less of a fan yourself. That it does not diminish your own personal fandom in any way. His childhood hero, the man who inspired his gay awakening—just paid half a million dollars for a date with him. Okay, so it's for a good cause.

Read on Ao3

Red, White, & Woo!

Steve Rogers goes to a concert of his favorite rockstar—the lead singer of Winter Star, on the fourth of July.

Read on Ao3

[sonnetsoncanvas]

Mess it up

Summary: Years ago he had let you go for your own good. But this time, he isn’t sure he can

Part of the Mess it up series

Pairing: brother’s best friend rock star Bucky x fem reader (Steve’s sister) (dual pov)

Warnings: modern AU, angst, second chance, eventual smut, brothers best friend trope, implied cheating, self-deprecation, happy ending?

Inspired by: Mess it up by Gracie Abrams

Notes: This is the first time a fic has made its way from my laptop to the internet. So please be kind and do leave your feedback. Happy reading! 

Chapter 1:  How could I think that all that I gave you was enough?

Bucky Pov:

Walking down the street, he heard a group of teenagers screaming his song on the top their lungs. A small smile tugged at his lips as he pulled his cap down over his silken brunette locks.

After all, if anyone recognized James Buchanan Barnes, the lead singer of the Avengers, in the middle of the farmers market…. Well that would be another headache to deal with.

A tabloid on the newsstand with his face plastered on it caught his eye. The headline, "who is the muse behind our heartbreak prince’s chartbusters. Is there a special someone in the Avengers heartthrob’s life?"

He scoffed, knowing all too well what would be written in the article. They would have papped him with yet another woman, and casted her as his girlfriend, or even fiancé.

It didn’t bother him anymore. These made up lies, these speculations, only helped in building the enigma around him, the quiet, reclusive rockstar who kept a tight leash on his personal life.

As long as they didn’t know the truth behind the inspiration for his songs, the reason why he wrote and sang songs so emotive, that they earned him the misnomer of the heartbreak prince. As long as everyone remained oblivious to his own heartache, he was unconcerned.

And oblivious they were. nobody knew. Not even his best buddy, his bandmate and flatmate, Steve. And Bucky couldn’t ever let him know too.

Because if Steven Grant Rogers ever knew that it was his childhood best friend who broke his precious little sister’s heart, he would leave the band and Bucky with it, 30 years of friendship be damned.

And so Bucky carried this secret in his heart for years, well hidden from the rest of the world, about his first and only love.

Because he could never even try to deny it. It was you, had always been you.

Even if he had to let you go, he could never bring himself to fill the void that you had left behind.

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He carried the shopping bags into the spacious penthouse that he shared with Steve, dropping them off at the kitchen counter. “Thank you for helping me carry these bags inside punk” he sassed at the blond mass of muscle glued to the television. “Especially considering the fact that your lazy ass nagged me into going to farmer’s market early in the morning. On a Sunday. To buy mangoes. ALONE.”

“well, A. if you don’t go early all the good produce is gone. My ma told me that. B. Farmer’s market is only there for Sunday. And C. I did not come cause I was injured.” Steve pointed to a small cut on his pinkie with a cheeky smile.

“bullshit! You once went for a concert with a dislocated shoulder. Do not give me that crap. And since when did you start eating mangoes?”

“they aren’t for me.”

“you’re telling me Nat gave up whatever stupid diet she’s on?” Bucky was referring to Steve’s on again off again girlfriend Natasha Romanoff, a supermodel, whom he’d been dating since college.

“like that’s gonna happen” he chuckled, “the mangoes are for Y/N”

Bucky froze in his tracks.  It wasn’t like your name wasn’t mentioned around here. You were Steve’s sister after all , and he did keep sharing your latest achievements and tit bits from your life time and again. But that didn’t mean his heart didn’t skip a beat every time anything remotely related to you was mentioned.

“you got mangoes for Y/N ?  are you planning to visit her in Boston ?” he asked

“Yeah, about that man, I told you that she graduated top of her class at Harvard, Right?”

“yeah” Bucky said, secretly proud of you. Your convocation was a few weeks ago, he didn’t attend for obvious reasons, but Steve did, and he heard everything he had to say about it.

“So of course lil peanut got a lot of offers but it all comes down to these two jobs, one in this firm at Manhattan and other one in San Francisco. So she’s coming here to interview and then stay here for a week, cause I literally begged her to. She’d already interviewed for the San Francisco one online, but between you and me, I'm tryna get her to stay here, its been too long………”

Steve kept on rambling, but somewhere in between Bucky’s brain stopped comprehending his words. All he could think was you.

You are coming.

To New York.

To stay.

Under the same roof as him.

He will see you.

After 4 years.

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He stayed in his room for the rest of the day. Reminiscing with his eyes closed. Of his life back in Brooklyn, of the happiest year of his life, of falling in love

Of the last time he saw you. tears marring your beautiful face. Pain and betrayal in your eyes. Your shoulders sagged with defeat.

“I can never stop loving you.” you’d said.

He opened his eyes with a long, suffering sigh. He has no idea how he’s going to survive seeing you again.

Because he couldn’t stop loving you either.

[missacidburn928]

Dropping this week...

Could it be? Have I somehow been able to finish another WIP from my crystal cave of forgotten stories?

Why, yes. It seems that way.

Lookout Wednesday for this fun little crossover

Let Me Spell It Out For You

Jax Teller x Rockstar!Reader "Firefly"

ExBf!Rockstar!Steve Rogers x Reader

It’s Battle of the Bands Night at your local hole in the wall bar run by SAMCROW. You're currently dating their prez Jax Teller. Your lifelong best friend and first real love. Somehow your ex, Steve Rogers and his band The Howlies have shown up, vying for top spot and the cash prize. Such a shame they’ll have to go against you and your all girl group Serenity. It’s going to be a verbal bloodbath and you can’t wait to humiliate his arrogant ass.