Pairings: Bucky Barnes x Female Reader, Steve Rogers x Female Reader, Bucky Barnes x Female Reader x Steve Rogers Summary: Bucky and Steve brand their best girl. Word Count: Over 6.6k Warnings: Explicit sexual content, vaginal sex, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it), spitroasting, threesome, dirty talk, tension, possessive behavior, porn with feels (it’s me, c’mon), tattooed Bucky Barnes and Steve Rogers (they’re warnings, okay?) A/N: Welcome back to my tattoo AU! Have you missed them? I know I have! Beta read by the wonderful @whisperlullaby but any and all mistakes are my own. Thank you, lovely! Banner created by yours truly, but Bucky and Steve photos were provided by the talented @nix-akimbo ! This AU wouldn’t exist without them. Divider by the beautiful @firefly-graphics and banners by the lovely @vase-of-lilies. And thanks to @lookiamtryingand@drabblewithfrannybarnes for our new reader nickname.
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It was a beautiful day as you sat between Bucky and Steve in Thor’s truck, gazing through the windshield as the three of you drove through town. The boys had just finished setting up your new dining room table and Thor was kind enough to let them use his truck to pick it up and deliver it from the store. Ever since you moved into their place, they had done everything in their power to make the place more like your own. That included upgrading some of the furniture, which you tried to talk them out of in the beginning. You didn’t want them turning their home upside down for you. They, of course, argued that it was your home now, too.
NAVYYYY I’m a mess right now! In more ways than one but I feel like that’s to be expected with your stories hehe. I love this trio so much and watching their relationship grow has been amazing. I literally started crying when they started talking about what she meant to them and the tattoos and then the whole ending, I fucking melted I also really like the way you incorporate what she’s thinking too, showing her excitement and fear and nerves, I think it’s great! AHHHHHHHH I’M A WRECKKKKK
\ * sunbeams & rhythms | the boys have a surprise for you at your darkest time of need {challenge entry}
\ * if three’s a crowd, then what does that make four | you, steve, and bucky are very happy with your current arrangement… until you find out something that might change the dynamic {challenge entry}
\ * operation decoration | you expected to come home to a decorated house. what you actually came home to was two cranky men and a mess {challenge entry}
\ * after hours | bucky and steve pay you a visit at work {challenge entry}
→ s t u c k y
\ * unwanted | steve tries to make up after a bad fight
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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Warnings: Drug use, true crime talk, fluff, and Clint Barton
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Written for this ask from @trashpandagamer: Currently thinking about BP!Nat, BP!Reader, and BP!Alpine kicking the others off the bus for a girl’s night in
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“Puppy, I told you, it’s a girls night,” Nat says with a good deal more patience than Clint rightly deserves. She’d been trying to shoo him off the bus for the last 10 minutes. You, Nat, and Alpine were in dire need of a boy-free night. Bucky and Steve had, of course, understood completely.
Clint, on the other hand…
“I can be a girl! I’ll talk about anything you want to! You wanna talk about periods? Man, those heavy flow days, am I right? Then your boobs are all sore and shit… Cramps… Tampons… Midol an’ stuff…” He trails off, knowing this is not a battle he’s going to win.
“You and I watched ALL of the Lord of the Rings AND Hobbit movies this weekend. I want girl time.” She straightens her spine, sweeps her feet out so they’re shoulder width apart, and her voice drops an octave, “Don’t make me throw you off this bus myself, Barton.”
Clint chuckles nervously, looking around in a frenzy, “Now where’d I leave those shoes?”
It takes him a full five minutes to find his shoes where he left them last night—in the shower. You remind him of this three times while he tears up the bus looking for them.
“Kitty, my shoes are wet,” he pouts, hoping he’s being cute enough for Nat to hold off on killing him for just a second.
“Wear some of Steve’s.”
“Steve’s wearing his shoes. It’s only his boots here, and he doesn’t like it when I wear them.”
“Because you spread grape jelly all over them the last time you wore them,” you remind him. “They got ants, Clint.”
He clutches his chest and looks at you in shock, “No! Not you too, lil mama! I feel so attacked. Why does everyone want me to leave?”
“Because—for the thousandth time—it’s girl’s night, puppy.”
“Oh, yeah. But-”
Nat says through gritted teeth. “Try Bucky’s shoes-”
Clint opens up his mouth to interrupt her, but she beats him to the punch, “If Bucky left his boots too, then take Scott’s shoes.”
I hate wearing Scott’s shoes,” he whines, “his feet are a size smaller than mine.”
You snort, “Then maybe don’t shower with your shoes on!”
“Shower shoes are a real thing, you know!”
“High-top, canvas Converse All Stars aren’t shower shoes,” you remind him, just as you had last night when he walked into the bathroom wearing nothing but those shoes.
“Clinton Francis Barton I swear to god-”
“JESUS KITTY WHY ARE YOU SO MEAN? Don’t use my full name. I hate that! You’re not my mom.”
“I feel like your mom right now.” Nat pauses, “Puppy listen. Hey,” she snaps her fingers to get Clint to focus, “pay attention. I’ll tell you what. If you put Scott’s shoes on right now, and get the fuck off the bus, I will give you the last of my molly. It’s all for you, but you gotta fuck off.”
He grins at her and plops down onto the floor to throw on Scott’s shoes, “You got yourself a deal, kitty!”
Alpine winds around him, rubbing her cheeks on him, as he struggles to pull Scott’s too-small shoes onto his too-big feet. Once he’s done, he tackles Alpine and gives her loud forehead kisses until she swats at him and wriggles free. He takes eight hot-pink pills from Nat with a triumphant smile and gives her a kiss on the cheek. You get a hug and a wink.
“You guys don’t do anything I wouldn’t do,” he says as he tromps down the bus stairs, “and if you do—take pictures.” He winks and cackles as he just barely dodges the foot Nat aims at his head.
Nat shuts the door with a heavy sigh. “Finally, it’s just us ladies,” Alpine headbutts her shin with a cheerful muurp, “isn’t that right, floof?”
You get Bucky’s laptop while Nat throws some popcorn into the microwave. “What should we watch, red?” you ask.
“There’s that Ted Bundy thing? Or, we can watch Saw again? Maybe something with lots of explosions?”
You mull it over for a minute, “I think I’m in the mood for the serial-killer biopic.” She nods in agreement.
Alpine hops up on your lap while you load the movie, making biscuits on your bare legs and head-butting your arm everytime it comes close enough to her face while she waits for you.
Nat comes back with the popcorn, and scoops Alpine up in her arms, “Watch it, furball, this lap is mine,” she gives Alpine a smooch on her forehead and spoons the purring kitty against her front, and plops her head down in your lap.
She sighs immediately, “You have the nicest lap, peach. Barton’s legs are too bony, and he doesn’t play with my hair right,” she complains, practically purring herself as your fingers card through her bright red hair to skritch her scalp. “Oh yeah,” she groans, “that’s the shit.”
Halfway through the movie you switch places, your head in Nat’s lap, with Alpine snoozing against your chest, purring softly. She rhythmically slips her fingers through your hair with one hand, and eats popcorn with the other.
Once the movie ends you get into a very involved discussion about who on the bus would be the easiest to lure into a vehicle to murder.
You both immediately discard Steve and Bucky as likely targets for a serial killer to pursue.
“I think Clint would be the first one to follow someone to a second location,” Nat muses. “Offer him drugs, candy, or sex, and you can pretty much get him to do anything, or go anywhere you want him to. Buuuuut,” she hedges, “even drugged—my money’s on Clint. He’s pretty fucking hard to kill. He disabled an attacker with a fucking shoelace once. And it wasn’t even his shoelace! I wouldn’t want to be the one trying to slip a knife between his ribs, that’s for goddamn sure.”
You nod slowly, “Clint would definitely be easy to lure, but I think Scott is the one most likely to be murdered.”
“Okay,” Nat nods, gnawing on the end of a Red Vine, “make your case.”
“Well Clint is easy to lure, sure, but he’s VERY hard to kill. I agree, that boy is scrappy as fuck, and I don’t think a serial killer would be prepared for that. But Scott is usually only inside the bus when he’s sleeping. So he’s outside more than any of us. And when he’s in the equipment trailer, working on the bus, or walking around, he always wears those big noise-cancelling headphones. If he’s not tinkering, he’s on the phone.”
“So there’s opportunity,” Nat nods thoughtfully.
“Exactly! And Scott is pretty scrawny, so it’d be easy to grab him, toss him in a trunk, and hightail it out of there. He’d also be easy to lure with food, drugs, or sex. And he’d be easy to kill too. He’s charismatic, and can talk his way out of some shit, and he knows his way around a fist fight, but I doubt he’d be able to defend himself against someone who was actively trying to murder him.”
“Right, cause he has no training.”
“Yes, exactly.”
“But you don’t have any hand-to-hand training either…” Nat trails off with a grimace, poking you in the shoulder.
“No, but I’d never follow anyone to a car, and I’m almost always with you, Steve, Bucky, or Clint when I go out, and we’ve already established that you guys are hard to murder. So…”
“You feel pretty safe,” Nat finishes for you.
“Relatively speaking, yeah.”
Nat starts digging around the RV for a piece of paper and a marker. “I know who would be the most entertaining person to watch someone attempt to murder.”
You both say Bucky at the same time, then burst out laughing.
“Yeah. It would be suicidal to try to kidnap someone that huge in the first place,” you snort, “You put a needle in his neck, and he may go down, but he won’t stay asleep long-”
“No shit. He’d for sure make a show out of being asleep though. Play along for awhile, then he’d just-” Nat makes a choking noise, and mimes snapping someone’s neck, while you chuckle at the imagery.
You both crawl into Nat’s bunk and lie beside each other eating pixie sticks and talking about anything and everything you can think of. By the time she runs out of pixie sticks your legs are tangled together and you’re both laughing so hard your abs hurt.
She extricates herself to crawl down to Clint’s bunk, and she comes back with two hot-pink pills clenched in her palm.
You laugh when she shows them to you, “I thought you gave Clint all your x?”
“So did he,” she giggles, “I always stash a few pills in his bunk. He has never once found them.”
You open your mouth so she can pop the pill onto your tongue, and Alpine swats at your chin until you give her more treats. You start digging around in Nat’s bunk until you find her tin of nail polish, and insist on painting each other’s nails.
Nat picks out a color for you—it’s a deep, rich red the color of her favorite lipstick. “This is my favorite polish, and it’s also the most expensive,” she explains, showing you the scrawled Louboutin signature on the front of the box, “so don’t you go letting those two boys of yours mess it up.”
For Nat, you pick a super glossy black, that goes on so smooth it looks like patent leather. Then she puts some drops on your nails, and ten minutes later they’re completely dry. “Sorceress,” you whisper, tapping the sleek red enamel in disbelief.
A scant four hours after Nat threatened Clint off the bus, just outside you hear, “Nah, I don’t think you need a ladder!” and “Go for it spider monkey!”
Then the trailer sways gently as someone slams into the side of it. There’s a clatter, a chaotic shuffling sound, then a thud, and Clint shouting, “MOTHER FUCKER!” followed by loud laughter from Bucky and Steve.
“NO! I CAN DO IT! I’M GOING AGAIN, DICKHEADS!”
“Come on, it’s not that hard,” Bucky’s muffled voice asserts, “watch!”
Then the whole bus cants heavily to one side as twin thumps sound on either side of the door. Bucky and Steve grunt, then there’s the sound of their rubber-soled Converse shuffling around on top of the RV.
Nat bangs on the roof and shouts, “CLINT DOESN’T HAVE SUPERPOWERS, IDIOTS. SO BE NICE.”
There’s a pair of muffled awwww’s and the thump of four-hundred-some-odd pounds of super soldier hitting the pavement all at once.
The door bangs open, and the three of them file onto the bus with Steve in the lead, a joint hanging out of the corner of his mouth. He saunters over to the bunk you and Nat are tucked into, and Nat makes grabby hands at the weed. He asks, “Did my girls have fun?”, then passes the joint to Nat, and pulls you in for a kiss, shotgunning his lungful of smoke into your mouth. Alpine headbutts his arm until he scratches her chin..
Clint shoves him aside, “Move, I need my girls.” He clambers up into the bunk and lays on top of you and Nat with a groan. He mumbles into Nat’s cleavage, “Guys, I fell. I think I broke my ass.” Then he rolls over so his head is pillowed on your tits, and addresses you, “Your boyfriends are mean! I even gave them most of my molly. It took three tabs each to get those cocksuckers high.”
“So?” Steve snorts, “Whaddya want, a blow job?”
Clint hums, “I could use a blow job.” He blows Steve a kiss.
“Not even with Bucky’s mouth. Besides, you couldn’t handle this roller coaster.”
“I don’t have to put up with this. I’m taking my hearing aids out,“ he pouts, making no move to actually remove his hearing aids.
Nat passes the joint to you, but Clint intercepts it. He takes a deep drag, but won’t give it to you, so you grab his wrist and bring his hand to your mouth so you can take a hit while it’s still pinched between his fingers.
“Not fair lil mama! It’s my weed.”
“Yeah, but it was my turn.”
“No one loves me.”
You wrap your arms around him from behind, “I love you, honey, but it was still my turn.”
“Devil woman,” he mumbles under his breath.
Bucky’s face appears in the opening of the bunk, and he grins at you, and loudly kisses your forehead. “You’re not the devil. You’re an angel. How’re my girls doin—HEYYYY do I smell pixie sticks?!?”
You giggle, “I want some of what you’re on.”
“Yeah, well, you can’t have any, because your boyfriends took it all,” Clint remarks sourly.
“Besides,” Nat stage whispers to you, “you already had some.”
“Damnit, you said you gave me the last of it!” Clint grumbles, rolling back over into Nat’s chest, “I’m gonna figure out where you’re hiding it, kitty. Mark my words.”
Nat scratches her fingertips over his scalp, “I know you will, puppy. Any day now.”
“Hey guys,” Scott calls, coming up the steps, “what goes on?” He aims a grin at Nat’s bunk, “There’s my girls!”
“HI SCOTTIE,” you shout, in chorus with Clint and Nat.
“Hi babies,” he blows a kiss in the general direction of your little pile of bodies.
“Hey man,” Steve rumbles from the couch.
“‘Sup, sucker,” Scott wiggles his fingers at Steve.
Bucky tips his chin at Scott.
“Hey swallower,” Scott grunts, returning the gesture.
“Eat your heart out, bitch,” Bucky fires back, flopping down on the couch and laying his head in Steve’s lap.
Scott arrives at his Captain’s chair, and scratches the back of his head. “So, ahhm… What the actual fuck is this?” He slowly spins the chair to expose the note Nat taped there earlier-
MOST LIKELY TO BE MURDERED.
“I’ll have you degenerates know, I am not the most likely to be murdered.” He points at you, “She is. Come on, look how goddamn adorable she is.”
Clint clears his throat, “Raise your hand if you think Scott is the person on this bus who is most likely to be murdered.”
Everyone’s hand shoots up in unison, except for Scott’s.
He looks aghast at everyone, “You ungrateful cum-stains. See if I find anymore strippers for you perverts,” he points at Clint and Nat, “or drugs for you assholes,” he points to Bucky and Steve. "And you…” he shakes his finger at you. “Oh, who am I kidding? You get a pass. I’d walk through broken glass for you, dovey.”
You smile broadly at everyone while they groan good-natured insults at you.
Before Scott falls asleep the next morning, he rolls the sign into a cone shape, and wears it over a few of his mohawk spikes like a dunce cap.
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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
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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