James Barnes (Bucky) is your new flatmate and so far living together has not gone very well.
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Warnings:Not a smut,kinda soft but with a little bit of spicy. (Eng not my first language.)
You hadn’t even been living together for two months and you already couldn’t stand that asshole named James Buchanan Barnes. The cost of living in New York was exorbitant and when your flatmate left you alone without a previous notice you had no choice but to accept the first stranger who answered your ad, well the first one who didn’t look like a serial killer or a pervert. How wrong you were… Sleeping at night had become impossible, when James didn’t bring a girl, he spent the nights tossing and turning in his room. That man didn’t know what rest meant. If things went on like that, your bosses were going to throw you out of work, nobody wanted a zombie for an employee.
You needed a way to bring the matter up and make it clear to your flatmate that he had to learn to be less noisy. But how could you look him in the face and tell him that his hoarse moans were keeping you awake at night?
Well ,that morning was going to be the definitive one, during breakfast you would tell him. The night before the blue-eyed man hadn’t brought any friend with him, so you wouldn’t have to face a naked stranger, just a freshly risen James, with tousled hair, no shirt, and grey sweatpants that left little to the imagination. Shit, if you hated him so much for depriving you of a good night’s rest, why did you bite your lip until it almost bled when you were in the same room?
“Good morning,” his deep morning voice caught you off guard, making you almost choke with your coffee when he showed up in the kitchen.
“Morning” was the only thing you could mumble, all the determination you had gathered a few minutes before, disappeared in the presence of that man. “I was about to make pancakes, do you want some?” you managed to pull yourself together, your main idea was to soften him up with some treat and then drop the bomb.
“Sure” he accepted, a little suspicious. The fake smile on your face did not go unnoticed. Normally the only thing he got out of you in the mornings was a grunt or two.
You turned your back to him to focus on making breakfast, you just hoped you didn’t burn anything, you knew your kindness hadn’t gone unnoticed and James was analysing you from head to toe, making your stomach tingle from that intense stare.
You devoured the pancakes in complete silence. In the short time you had lived together you hadn’t found anything in common, so apart from things to do with the rent or the bills, you had nothing to talk about. But Barnes didn’t seem to mind, he was too captivated by the way you were sucking on the honey-coated fork, although it didn’t escape his notice that you wanted to tell him something, even he could hear the gears in your head turning.
“Just say it.” he grunted as your tongue went from playing with the fork to your lips, that game was starting to cause him problems in his sweatpants, and it wasn’t easy trying to hide his half-erection.
“Eh?” your innocent expression made him even more upset.
“If you have something to say to me, say it now, I don’t have all morning,” he sounded more abrupt than he meant it to, but that only made all your pent-up rage of those days come out of your mouth, unfiltered.
“All right, that’s what you want… how about you keep your fucking voice down when you bring someone to the flat or better yet, why don’t you join one of those sex addiction groups? Because you’ve got a fucking problem and I’m not going to put up with any more sleepless nights,” you blurted out without thinking, your eyes fixed on the blue ones that seemed to open wider and wider with every word that came out of your mouth.
Barnes’ astonished face turned into a grin of amusement as he recovered from your speech, “Ohh, honey, I think you’re overreacting. You’re not jealous that I’m the only one having fun at night, are you?” he took you by your chin, caressing your jawline.
“How dare you?” you slapped him away and you were really close to punch him in his pretty face but you restrained yourself. Revenge sounded better. If he wanted to go the hard way that’s how it would be, you were going to give him a taste of his own medicine.
***
You had been chatting with a guy for a few weeks, he was cute but just not interesting enough to want to get to know him more. He had insisted a couple of times to meet and you finally found the reasons to do so. That idiot James was going to have to eat his words. Who did he think he was? The worst thing is that you hadn’t been able to stop thinking about Barnes all day. You only wanted to get revenge, right? It had nothing to do with the fact that that caress had left you longing for something you couldn’t yet put into words, but your imagination had, and it had given you a very clear picture of what it would be like to have James on top of you. Fuck! You just wanted to forget about it, and focus on your revenge. The date was set up, you and that guy were to meet at a bar near your house, just a little warm up before taking him with you and show Bucky how things worked.
A few hours later you were playing with your Martini. That man was really boring; he only knew to talk about him and his exes. He was so absorbed in himself that he didn’t care if you were listening or not and you only could think about running away, but you had already gone too far… With a coy smile you touched his arm and batting your lashes you tried to get his attention. "I know a better place to talk.” you said almost without recognizing your own voice. “My flat is very close… What do you say?” you made yourself sick. Why is it that deep down all felt so wrong?
By the time you got to your flat you were shaking in your boots, you were regretting your wonderful idea, but your stubbornness prevented you from letting James get away with it. As soon as you turned the key the last thing you expected to find was your enemy waiting for you to return, or that was the impression you got when your gazes met, Barnes had got up from the sofa and seemed to want to say something to you, but it was enough for the dark-haired man to see your companion for that feeling to disappear. “Who is this guy?” James asked with his worst manners.
“Oh, Hi, I didn’t know you’d be home” you lied through your teeth. “We don’t want to disturb you, my friend and I will be in my room.” you tried to sound as innocent as possible. It’s fair to say that you had completely forgotten the guy’s name.
“Y/n can I talk to you for a moment?” James approached you, blocking your way to your room, but you didn’t have time to dodge him because all you could think about was how good he smelled. Someone had taken a shower and his cologne was knocking out all your common sense. It was lavender and mint, right? At that point the other guy seemed to have ceased to exist.
“We can talk later.” you managed to articulate as you came to your senses.
“Don’t do this…” he stopped you by grabbing your wrist but not forcibly, just to stop you from running off with that loser. His voice sounded almost the same as always, but if you hadn’t been so nervous you would have noticed that his eyes were tinged with desperation.
“Okay, okay, what’s going on here?” That big mouth remembered how to talk. The weird vibes you two were giving was too much to handle for his small brain. James stepped away from you and you froze, not knowing what to say. “Is this some weird thing like couples who like to see each other with someone else?” he added, leaving you dumbfounded. Before you could react, your flatmate did.
“Get out of my fucking house!” he imposed, bringing out for the first time the soldier he once was. One of the few things you knew about him was that he was a veteran, but that was something he never used to talk about. His dog tags hanging around his neck gave you an idea.
Then, it all happened so fast that it seemed unreal. Barnes was shoving your date out and he was being more dick than ever. After slamming the door shut, James cornered you against it. “What the fuck was that all about?” he questioned, blocking your escape with his muscular arms. He was pissed off, you could tell by the swollen vein on his forehead and how his breath had become heavier.
“I just wanted to have some fun…” you managed to articulate with your eyes locked on the ground as you were unable to look him in the face, too embarrassed by everything that had just happened. “Besides, I don’t owe you any explanation.” you dared to add.
“So you want to have fun, right?” he seemed to snap, “I can fix that.” his voice lowered a few tones and your whole body shivered when he made you look at him. “You only have to ask nicely…” his gaze looked wolfish and hungry. If he needed a reaction from you to keep going, the way you were biting your lips was enough, but at that point he wanted to make you beg.
“Why should I?” you arched your brows with all the strength you had left. He was driving you crazy, but in a completely different way than before, however you didn’t want to give up so easily. Barnes stroked your arm, barely touching you, but immediately causing goose bumps all over your skin.
“Because that’s all you can think about since this morning.” he saw right through you, but it didn’t save him from being a jerk. That was enough… You were tired of him playing with you.
“Fuck you!” you pushed him with all your might, but before you could get away, he lifted you over his shoulder and carried you to his room. On the way you kicked as much as you could, but it was like hitting a wall. He left you on the edge of his bed, and crouched down in front of you with his hands up, wanting you to know that he was coming in peace. “I know I owe you an apology.“ he looked genuinely sorry, “This morning I behaved like a dick.”.
“Only this morning?” you mumbled, avoiding his gaze because you knew you would be unable to resist his puppy eyes. James sat down next to you and let out a low snort.
"I know I haven’t been the best flatmate.” Then he plopped down on the bed and his gaze was lost somewhere on the ceiling. “I have no excuse, but this is the first time I’ve lived with anyone after leaving the army.” he confessed and it felt like that was the first time you had a real conversation. “I guess I’ve lost my manners.”
You dropped down next to him, mirroring him. “Your manners aren’t the problem, you just need to stop moaning so loudly,” you chuckled to yourself and rolled onto your side to make yourself more comfortable, finding yourself face to face with James. You felt your cheeks flush, you had never seen Barnes like that before, without that armour that seemed to accompany him everywhere he went. “I’ll try my best.” he laughed with you.
You let silence fall between both of you and just stared at each other. Without really knowing how, the distance between you was getting shorter, your eyes kept going back and forth from James’ eyes to his lips, he seemed to notice and with a soft grin in his face he tucked a strand of your hair behind your ear.
➳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:this chapter just makes me squeal. WE ALSO FIND OUT THE TWINS NAMES. i gave them so much thought, and i felt like the two i chose were utterly sweet . enjoy! :) also domestic Bucky is my favorite Bucky.
➳summary: When you experience the most intense night of the summer alongside Bucky, who you nickname Steel Blue, you weren’t expecting to fall pregnant. When a positive pregnancy test meets your eyes a few days before school starts, you know it belongs to the man who you’d never see again. Until you walk into your Romanian Linguistics class and he’s your professor.
➳pairing: Professor!Bucky Barnes x Female!Reader
➳warnings:unprotected sex, unplanned pregnancy, slight age-gap, smut throughout book, angst
➳ dedicated to my beautiful best friend pitifulbaby
As the month continued to pass by, you were now settled into October.Midterms were up, you were slowly preparing for the babies’ arrival in February, Millie was helping you with nursery themes, and somehow Bucky and Nikki became best friends despite being polar opposites of each other.
➳a/n:this chapter just makes me squeal. WE ALSO FIND OUT THE TWINS NAMES. i gave them so much thought, and i felt like the two i chose were utterly sweet . enjoy! :) also domestic Bucky is my favorite Bucky.
➳summary: When you experience the most intense night of the summer alongside Bucky, who you nickname Steel Blue, you weren’t expecting to fall pregnant. When a positive pregnancy test meets your eyes a few days before school starts, you know it belongs to the man who you’d never see again. Until you walk into your Romanian Linguistics class and he’s your professor.
➳pairing: Professor!Bucky Barnes x Female!Reader
➳warnings:unprotected sex, unplanned pregnancy, slight age-gap, smut throughout book, angst
➳ dedicated to my beautiful best friend pitifulbaby
As the month continued to pass by, you were now settled into October.Midterms were up, you were slowly preparing for the babies’ arrival in February, Millie was helping you with nursery themes, and somehow Bucky and Nikki became best friends despite being polar opposites of each other.
➳a/n:this chapter just makes me squeal. WE ALSO FIND OUT THE TWINS NAMES. i gave them so much thought, and i felt like the two i chose were utterly sweet . enjoy! :) also domestic Bucky is my favorite Bucky.
➳summary: When you experience the most intense night of the summer alongside Bucky, who you nickname Steel Blue, you weren’t expecting to fall pregnant. When a positive pregnancy test meets your eyes a few days before school starts, you know it belongs to the man who you’d never see again. Until you walk into your Romanian Linguistics class and he’s your professor.
➳pairing: Professor!Bucky Barnes x Female!Reader
➳warnings:unprotected sex, unplanned pregnancy, slight age-gap, smut throughout book, angst
➳ dedicated to my beautiful best friend pitifulbaby
As the month continued to pass by, you were now settled into October.Midterms were up, you were slowly preparing for the babies’ arrival in February, Millie was helping you with nursery themes, and somehow Bucky and Nikki became best friends despite being polar opposites of each other.
Opting for baggier clothes to at least try and seclude your growing bump, it was getting harder. Students were beginning to stop and stare, Bucky consciously paying attention to the room’s shifting. He would give you gentle gazes and darling smiles to help push you through to the end of each lecture before he’d finally wrap his arms around you when the classroom had emptied.
“Alright, remember! Our midterm is on Wednesday.As long as you answer the questions in the study guide and practice, all of you will be fine. Don’t hesitate to ask any questions, either. I’m here to watch you succeed.”Bucky informed the students as everyone began to pack up their belongings.
Once the room had cleared except for Millie who was checking her phone, she turned her eyes over to you. “Nikki’s waiting for me out front. Have fun house-searching!” She exclaimed. She lowered her head to press a quick kiss to your belly before hitting Bucky on the arm and leaving.
He greeted you with a wide grin, those gorgeous steel-blue eyes casting into yours. “Come here, mama,” He said, walking forward to wrap his hands through yours. You erupted into a quiet giggle as Bucky pulled you close, your bump pressing to his well-defined abdomen. He sighed, reaching his hands forward to wrap around your stomach.
“Not going to lie, I miss being able to hold you close,” He chuckled, making you smile.
“Well,your children are wreaking havoc in the womb right now. I swear one of them is bouncing on my bladder,” You sighed heavily. “And hey! We can still touch… I’m not that big yet.” You growled, earning Bucky to smile, and leaned forward to peck your lips.
“I know, I know… I’m just teasing. Are you ready to go look at these houses? The realtor just texted me.” He questioned.
Your heart flooded with warmth. “I can’t believe this… We’re actually getting our own house together.” You breathed out, gently biting at the skin on your lip. Bucky hugged you as close as he could.
“It’s surreal, I know… But I can’t wait to start this journey with you.” He whispered, kissing your ear. “And just think… Whatever house we do decide on? I’ll get to have sex with you in every single room, just to break it in and really make it ours.”
“Bucky!” You exclaimed, swatting his shoulder. “It only took one night in a hotel to make this happen… Be careful.” You reminded him, eyes narrowed.
Bucky beamed with another laugh before grabbing his keys off the desk and leading you out of the classroom. As you two walked down the halls and hopped on the elevator to take you to the bottom floor, you leaned your head on his shoulder. Life had become so much different since Sharon disappeared.
The last you saw of her, she was being handcuffed and thrown into the back of a cop car while Millie was essentially let off the hook for beating Sharon to a bloody pulp with a baseball bat. Your and Bucky’s relationship only seemed to strengthen and it gave you both ample time to focus on one another plus the idea that you would be parents sooner rather than later.
The car ride to the first house was filled with you and Bucky exchanging words back and forth about what you were both looking for in homes; family homes. When you arrived to the first listing, your eyes widened. It was beautiful.A two story brick home with a fenced in backyard. Flowers dotted the outside area with a well-manicured lawn, bringing you to gasp.
“Wow, this is stunning,”Bucky admitted with a smile, wrapping his hand through yours. The two of you exited the car and were greeted by the realtor, a friendly woman by the name of Denise. She grinned at the two of you, a folder in hand with some of the property’s biggest hits.
“Bucky, Y/N! What a pleasure to see you both,” Denise grinned as she shook both your hands before her eyes settled on your swollen belly. “Wow, I think you’ve grown since I saw you last week!” She exclaimed, bringing you to smile sheepishly.
As she led you inside, your eyes were captivated by the large front entryway. It was decked with cherrywood floors and the space was huge.
“This home is four bedrooms and two baths… It also has a fenced-in swimming pool in the back. Bucky, since you’re a professor, there is also an in-home office for you.” She explained. You could hardly listen, your excitement was bubbling when you walked into the spacious kitchen that looked out into the living room. The bar was set up with a huge chandelier hanging overhead, the countertops were a fine marble. The color scheme was simplistic, but with pops of color being introduced on the cabinet doors. There was a huge pantry with a sliding barndoor that you were obsessed with, Bucky quickly noticing how you gravitated.
Bucky fell in love with the in-home office. He could already see himself settling in and getting classwork done or maybe he visualized you seated on his lap for a round of fun while he sent his stressors away. He could envision house parties here with Steve, Sam, Millie, and Nikki. He saw the potential in the home and already, this was both of your favorites on the list.
The bedrooms were huge, with a grand master easily decided to be your and Bucky’s if you opted for this home. The bathroom seemed even bigger with a tub big enough to fix three. His and hers vanities were colored in a dark grey paint with marble countertops that had flicks of silver.
Another room was seen, this one quickly being envisioned to be the twins’ nursery. You could already see you and Bucky painting the walls different colors and theming it to whatever you had come up with. Tears welled in your eyes as you passed throughout the other areas until you were finally taken onto the balcony that was attached to the master bedroom. Large french doors opened up to a well-manicured backyard with a swimming pool in the very center that was fenced around with a slide attached.
“I can already see myself having coffee out here every morning,” You whispered, hanging onto the railing of the balcony. Bucky smiled, leaning forward to kiss your cheek as he wrapped an arm around you. Denise had left the two of you alone to explore the home for yourselves after she listed the other pros such as the best school in the district wasn’t but two miles away. Recreational activities for the kids were on every corner, along with it being in close proximity to the college for Bucky.
“Doll, I’m already in love with it, and this was only the first house.” Bucky laughed, kissing your neck as he wrapped his arms around your waist. He rested his two large palms on your belly and gave it a subtle stroke, feeling light taps of feet kicking against his hands. “And I think the twins agree.” He added with a gentle, heartfelt smile.
Giggling quietly, you couldn’t believe this was happening.
“Let’s check out the pool then head to the next one?” You suggested, Bucky agreeing. When you made it down to the backyard and you saw how large it was upon stepping out of the two french doors leading toward it, you had to cover your mouth to withhold the threatening gasps. Denise already knew that sound meant you were hooked.
“Should I even show you two the other three homes?” She laughed, bringing you and Bucky to share a look.
“I think it’s a good idea, yeah,” Bucky answered. “Just so we know.Right, Doll?”
“LOOK AT THE SWING! THEY HAVE A BACKYARD SWING!” You exclaimed from somewhere out in the open. Bucky’s eyes lifted when he saw you seated on the wooden swing, kicking your legs back and forth as you giggled like a teenager. Bucky broke out into a wide grin.
When Denise showed you two the other three homes, immediately none of them compared to the one with the pool and in-home office. As the day drew to a close, Denise was already preparing an offer on the first home.
“Decision has been made? The two-story home on Carter Avenue?” She asked for clarification. You and Bucky held each other’s hand, both of you grinning from ear to ear.
“That’s the one,” You smiled, already seeing yourself in the future. You envisioned the pitter-patter of toddler feet racing down the halls while you and Bucky chased in behind them, until they would turn into elementary, then middle, even high school teenagers. It swelled your heart and made your world spin quickly, causing you to leane further into Bucky for support.
“Alright, let’s get an offer together and I’ll send it over to the owners.” She smiled in satisfaction.
As you both left with your hopes lifted that this very house would be yours soon, Bucky and you sat in the car for a few moments of sweet silence. You both looked up at the home, your smile erupting.
“I can’t believe this… We’re actually looking to buy a house together.” You expressed with a bright smile. Bucky laughed, reaching a hand over to wrap it around your thigh.
“I know… I can’t wait to do this with you,” He said, his eyes casting into yours. You slowly turned your head to face him, not helping but to lean over the best you could in order to give him a kiss.
You felt a few more kicks swell in your belly, making you gasp. They were much harder than before and you giggled, hurrying to grab Bucky’s hand. You rested it on your side and his eyes widened as he felt them for himself.
“You guys are excited too, aren’t you?” Bucky asked in a sweet voice.
Soon, the two of you were back at Bucky’s shared home with Steve and Sam. The two had gone out for the night while Millie opted to spend the night at Nikki’s, giving you and Bucky some privacy… And that meant the two of you were sprawled out in bed together, binge-watching a series while Bucky graded last-minute papers.
Once he wrapped up and joined you for cuddles, you licked your lips. “Bucky, what are we going to name them?” You asked.
“I thought they’re being named Razzle and Dazzle Barnes?” He laughed, referencing Millie. You slapped his shoulder playfully, rolling your eyes as you tossed back a chip.
“I’m being serious!” You smiled. “I’m due Febuary 25th, but honestly, twins normally don’t make it to 40 weeks… And even though it seems like we have time - we really don’t. I’d like to start calling them by their name… Even if they don’t understand it yet.” You laughed.
Bucky nodded his head in agreement. “What were you thinking? Twins usually have rhyming names or the same letter.”
You bit down on your lip. “But do we really want to go traditional?”You asked.
Bucky shok his head. “No, these kids are different from others. So, they deserve two different names… How about we compromise. You name one baby, I’ll name the other?” He suggested.
You smiled excitedly. “You name the girl, I’ll name the boy?” You raised your eyebrows.
Bucky wrapped his arm around you. “I was hoping you’d let me name her… Because I already had a name in mind.”
Your eyes widened. “Really? Because I already have a boy’s name in mind…”
Bucky moved to sit up, taking this moment seriously. “You go first.” He ushered.
He helped you to sit up. You swallowed the lump that threatened to form. You had the name picked out since you were younger and you hoped Bucky would appreciate it. The first name was easy, and now that you knew Bucky, you wanted to honor him.
“Lucas Buchanan,” You answered. “And we can call him Luke for short.”
Bucky’s eyes widened. “You… You want to give him my middle name?” He asked, his eyes suddenly blurring. You nodded and that’s when you felt him pull you into his lap, his arms wrapping around you.
“Lucas Buchanan Barnes… I love that,” He laughed, kissing you passionately. You smiled widely, thankful and relieved that he approved.
“Alright! Tell me what you have for a girl,” You grinned excitedly.
Bucky smiled. “I’ve given it a lot of thought.. I have a feeling you’ll certainly be up for it, but I was just thinking of how one person in our lives has helped us so much. After all… I wouldn’t have found out you were pregnant without her telling me…”
Your eyes started to widen.
Bucky inhaled.
“I want to name our daughter after the best…Eliza Millie,”He announced
“Bucky,”You gasped, covering your mouth. It was your turn for tears to well up. He held you closer, his lips pressing against yours as you held his cheeks.
“Luke and Eliza,” You whispered. “I think they’re perfect.”
Bucky grinned. “Just like the woman carrying them,” He winked, making your cheeks heat up.
Before you realized it, the two of you found yourselves tucked away beneath the sheets, your hands roaming across one another freely. You were basking in the glow of Bucky,never having been more thankful for somebody in your life. Everything was beginning to make sense now.
➳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…
Pairings: Marc Spector/Original Male Character, Steven Grant/Original Male Character, Bucky Barnes/Sam Wilson
Warnings: non-descript depiction of violence, swearing
Words: 4585
A/n: why did I write this much. bouncing up and down like a rubber ball being thrown around by a hyperactive 4 year old. Which is essentially me. Help
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“You do know that what you’re doing here is illegal, right?”
Cem frowned. Many would say that facial expressions were readable, but truthfully, the cook felt rather illiterate at the moment.
Still, some kind of sense should be able to be made out of the mans drawn together eyebrows, observant eyes and pearly whites peaking out from the left corner.
“Not per se, no.”, he tried to argue as he adjusted his stance. “Looking you up on Twitter and finding your nephews account isn’t what I’d call illegal. Well, actually, it kinda is- would be- if I did it for like, you know, weird reasons.”
Another man entered the room. His expression was much more readable than the first guys’; Cem was very much fluent in One-Wrong-Move-And-I’ll-Whoop-Your-Ass, and he really hoped this wouldn’t end up in a scuffle.
Because he, without a doubt, would loose. Better clear this up quick then.
Raising his hands, he took a step backwards.
“Uhm, what I actually wanted to say; I need your help.”
Quick and spot-on, like ripping off a bandaid. Silence, sticky as the remnants of adhesive clinging to the skin, followed.
The men exchanged a look.
“Help? What kind of help? You know the Avengers aren’t your personal guard dogs to beat up sleazy landlords for you.”, Samuel Wilson finally spoke, crossing his arms. The man to his left, James Buchanan Barnes, chuckled.
“Exactly, that’s Jones’ job.”, he snickered, earning a shove.
Cem relaxed, if only slightly. At least they didn’t look as if they were about to beat his ass to a pulp anymore.
“Okay, okay.”, Barnes started again, feigning hurt as he rubbed at his vibranium shoulder. “You gotta use your words man. Help’s got a pretty broad definition, ya’ know? You gotta be more specific.”
Yeah, right. He did have a point with that. The cook shifted again, putting his weight from the right foot on the left.
“Yeah, um, maybe we could sit down for that? If you’re okay with it, of course. Because… it’s a damn long story.”
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Bucky nipped on his beer, the taste of alcohol on his tongue faint, but welcome. Sure, a Heineken was no match for his superhuman metabolism, though he couldn’t help but savour the miniscule amounts of ethanol in his system.
“Okay, so I think I got this part.”, he mused, setting down the bottle. “Your husband developed multiple alters whom you get along with or don’t, depends. And you want to get them professional help.”
The guy across from him, Cem, as he’d learned, shifted his head slighty to and fro, a frown written all over his features.
“Yeah, for the most part. We’re not sure how many alters there are yet, though.”
Now it was Sam’s turn to frown.
“That’s good and all…”, he spoke, taking a swig from his bottle aswell. “But how can we help you with that? I’m sure there’s a lot of qualified psychiatrists and therapists where you’re from, you wouldn’t really need the Avengers help to get a refferal.”
To their surprise the man in front of them flustered, a hand reaching up to rub at his neck awkwardly.
“Ah, well, how do I put this-”, Cem babbled, now nervously biting his lip and cramming around in his pockets. “Maybe it’s best I just show it to you. I can- I can trust you guys, right?”
See, if you’d have asked Sam to make a list of values most important to him, loyalty would be in the top three, no doubt. The guy would rather fight a murderous, mind-controlled supersoldier than break the trust placed into him, Bucky thought with fondness.
“If there’s someone you can trust, it’s this guy right here.”, the man proudly declared as he threw an arm over Sam’s shoulders. “You can trust me too, because if I’d break it, Sammy here would beat my ass.”
With growing satisfaction, Bucky noticed the tension in Cems body to fall, his chest rising with a deep breath.
“Okay, okay. Um, here- wait, it’s not turning full-screen… there!”
A phone was placed in front of them, the screen protector sporting a single, offensive crack from left to right. On the screen itself however, something else was going on.
A bathroom. Big, lots of mirrors and sinks. Then finally-
Screaming, banging, the sounds of stuff breaking. The door to the bathroom swung open and a man stumbled in, clutching at his arm and looking around with wild, panicked eyes.
“Who’s tha-”
“Shush!”
As if on cue, Steven animatedly started to talk to Marc, or rather, yelling at him. It took a moment for the two Avengers to realize this and that the man on screen was not, in fact, talking to himself.
Banging. Heavy banging. Debris flew towards the panicked man, but he didn’t seem to care much. His eyes were fixated on the mirrors, his reflexion, but Cem knew better.
Bucky cocked his head.
“Really don’t wanna know what’s behind this door if I’m being honest.”
Instead of shushing him, Sam seemed to be too invested in watching the screen and might’ve actually agreed with the other.
Then it happened, almost all too fast.
The walls flickering with ancient hieroglyphs, swallowing the offensive neon lights overhead; Steven going slack-jawed, his head tipping backwards with his eyes wide open; the door bursting from it’s hinges - something entirely made a claws and teeth and hatred launching itself at the man, tearing him to the ground with all but a single care about his wellbeing.
Cem flinched, looking at the horrified faces of the men in front of him. He had too, the first time Marc had shown him the recording. Which may or may not have resulted in a very tear-filled night and also several threats towards a certain someone.
An agonized howl ripped the cook from his thoughts, redirecting his attention to the jakal having been kicked off of the man in a fairly frightening display of strength.
He stood, eyes glowing with nothing but godly light and determination as bandages from beyond their plane of existence wrapped themselves around his body, covering every inch of skin that was to be seen.
Marc didn’t waste a second to grab hold of the jakals hind legs, dragging it back into the bathroom to deliver blow after blow, increasing in fatality.
A last, pained wheeze, then; finally. The jakals body went limp, even the last twitches of pain subsiding.
The recording cut off just as Marc looked at the camera, the bandages and armor and otherwordly glow dissapearing until he was just a Marc again.
Silence.
“I know this is a lot to take in, but -”
“That was the freakiest shit I’ve ever seen!”, Sam interrupted the turk, face one of pure exasperation. “And- I’ve met a wizard, dude!”
“You’ve met a wizard dude?”
“Well he’s- nevermind. But, can you like, explain to us what the hell that just was?”, Bucky chimed in aswell. His previously emptied bottle was swiftly replaced by a new one.
Cem reached for his first.
“Okay, um, you know how I told you how Marc has DID?”
Both men nodded, something along the lines of “Duh.” written all over their faces.
“Still doesn’t explains how he turned into Casper and beat the shit out of this giant ass dog.”, Sam challenged, crossing his arms in front of his chest.
Oh dear.
“Ah…”, the cook fumbled with a bottle cab, tracing his thumb across the outer ridges. “Told you guys it was a long story. So, uh, Marc and I went to the Marines together. Was alright until he got discharged for his ‘history of mental illness’.”, Cem mocked, mimicking quotation marks with his fingers. “Anyway, we got married and joined CIA right after. Wasn’t really ours either so we ditched and he went to being a merc. That went well until-”
He stopped, blinking rapidly and licking his lips. He’d almost forgotten how much he hated talking about this part simply because of the horrid memories, but it couldn’t be avoided. Not if he genuinely wanted to get them the help they need.
Cem startled when a hand found his shoulder. He looked up to see Sam smiling at him, kind and carrying. Hmm. Bucky really seemed to have been truthfull when he’d proclaimed the others undying pledge to loyalty and kindness.
“Easy, dude, we got plenty of time. My sister and nephews will be here in ten, I’m sure she won’t mind us slackin’ a bit, okay?”, the Captain assured Cem as he squeezed his shoulder lightly.
Given how nice Sam was (and what he’d seen on his nephews Twitter), his sister surely would be as nice of a person as he’d envisioned.
A warm breeze caught them, tiny droplets of water sprinkling their faces like freckles. Cem had been too caught up in trying not to invoke the Avengers’ fury upon himself and his loves, that he’d completely missed to admire his surroundings.
The dock was hardy. Well loved too. Every blemish the cook had spotted had been taken care of; a slightly lighter colored plank, glistening nails and freshly painted handrails. People were out and about. Repairing the smaller boats, no bothering with the big one that had PAUL & DARLENE written on the side. A bunch of elderly men loudly arguing about the repair of a truck one of them had recently purchased. Children chasing after each other, their feet trampling over the weathered plank and almost crashing into a woman carrying a fairly delicious smelling pot.
As if on cue, Cems stomach rumbled.
The woman approached them, enamel pot now expertly balanced on her hip as she lifted her finger to her lips, daring the cook to say something.
Creeping closer and closer -
“Hey, where’s your husband if you don’t mind me- GOD DAMNIT! Sarah!”
Sam jumped in his seat upon being grabbed by the neck like a misbehaving kitten, his shoulders scrunching up in an instant. Both Bucky and the woman burst out laughing, the later letting him out of her grip only to ruffle over his buzzcut.
Must be his sister, then.
“Hi!” Cem stood, maybe a little too fast, laying his hand over his heart and then extending it towards her, a most welcoming smile exposing his teeth. “I’m Cem, nice to meet you!”
She took his hand, an equally as warm smile on her face.
“Nice to meet you, I’m Sarah, Sam’s sister. Did he try to invite you to the cookout already?”
Bucky snickered, obviously used to these kinds of conversation.
“Ah, not really.”, the cook confessed, scratching at his chin. “Just needed some help and I figured they could help me.”
He shrugged. Somehow this whole ordeal was starting to feel weird. Sure, he’d been really desperate (still was) when he’d sought them out for help, but that didn’t justify borderline stalking them on social media and showing up at their home uninvited.
The three exchanged a look, obviously aware of Cem’s inner turmoil. Given how none of the boys said anything, Sarah had to take matters into her own hands.
“Hey.”, she offered, putting a hand on the cooks shoulder. “Listen, how about you actually come to the cookout as I said? Everything’s better with food and I’m sure we’ll find a solution for your problem. 'kay?”
To put it mildly, Cem was stunned.
“I- yeah, yeah, that sounds… that sounds nice… uhm, can I by any chance bring someone? We can bring food aswell!”
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Marc hummed in approval as he finished licking the spoon his husband had just handed him clean, putting it in the hotel room sink next to the other used utensils.
So far, he had yet to discover a flaw in being married to a Michelin star chef.
Except for not being allowed to eat the curry because it was for a cookout, that was.
“You know I’m gonna be really mad if I don’t get to eat half of that later, right?”
Cem chuckled as he walked over to the mercenary and pressed a kiss to his cheek, his arm sneaking around his waist.
“Don’t you dare make a scene, you know damn well I could cook this for you anytime.”, he scolded playfully. “There’s also two Avengers there and I’m really not trying to get on their bad side.”
Marc huffed, turning in his husband’s hold to be able to look at him properly.
“I would never.”, he feigned innocence, though it was clearly betrayed by the sly smile on his face.
Cem rolled his eyes. He knew Marc was just messing with him, but he wasn’t going to be mad about it either. Instead he leaned forward, capturing his husbands lips in a tender kiss. The mercenary positively melted, his hand coming up to run his fingers through the short hair on the back of his head.
“Do we really have to go?”, Marc complained against his husbands lips, earning a mix between a groan and a chuckle. “We put on a movie, make it all nice and cozy, share that delicious kosher thai-curry you made…”
Dammit, why did he have to be so convincing? No, he had to be strong. Never show weakness.
“You know we can’t do that love.”, Cem shut the other down, as much as it pained him to do so. “Also, they seemed like genuinely nice people. I’m sure they can help.”
Marc nodded, but seemed… inattentive. His focus straying somewhere else. Following his line of view, Cem found his husband looking at the reflective surface of the hotel room dinner table; either not paying attention or speaking to one of the others.
Where they about to switch?
The cook carefully entangled himself from their embrace, putting a respectable distance in between them in case he’d be met with an alter he wasn’t… well, in a relationship with. Still, a hand on his upper arm remained to show Marc that he was still there, that he wasn’t leaving.
His lashes started fluttering; a telltale sign that someone different was about to front. A small twitch of his cheek, his breathing slowing.
Cem waited patiently as the other stood still. It had been some time since someone other than Marc had fronted, not since they’d left their appartement to catch their flight to Louisiana.
Their more or less spontaneous vacation had been booked immediately after Nazan, Cems sister, had excitedly called them to tell them that she was pregnant again.
See, you might’ve noticed already, but in this household the cook was the one with the best and most spontaneous ideas. This included booking a flight four days earlier than needed and not, as some might deem responsible adult behavior, to New York where Nazan and her husband had recently moved to, but instead to Louisiana.
To… pay some Avengers a surprise visit and ask for mental health care professional recommendations.
You know, like everyone would.
Cem looked back up and noticed that the others irises had dissapeared almost completely, his lashes still fluttering, if only lightly.
He blinked. Again. And again.
Finally, dark brown looked up, meeting Cem’s. A smile spread over his face, and the cook immediately recognized that expression.
“Well hello there…”, he greeted Steven, the corners of his mouth lifting aswell. The gift-shopist wasted no time to wrap Cem in his arms in a rather unusual display of impetuousity, burrying his face in the crook of his neck. Startled, but not negatively so, the taller reciprocrated, burying his face in the crook of Steven’s neck aswell.
“You alright?”, Cem whispered. The man nodded against the fabric of his shirt, drawing a deep breath.
A comfortable silence blanketed the two, the only sounds coming from the cook rubbing soothing circles into Steven’s back.
“We should start getting ready.”, he explained. “I told them we’d be there around five. That okay for you?”
Again, a nod.
“Yeah, yeah… Marc said they were nice?”, Steven asked, untangling himself from their embrace while fumbling with the fabric of the taller mans shirt.
Now it was Cems turn to nod in confirmation.
“Well, they were a bit intimidating at first, but they seem pretty okay. They’ve got those murderous looks down though, especially Barnes.”
Steven chuckled.
Yeah, maybe this wasn’t gonna be that bad.
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“You think this was a good idea?”
Sam looked up to where the other was standing in the doorway of the cabin, arms crossed over his chest.
“What, inviting Cem and Casper to the cookout?”, he replied sarcastically, tucking the photo he’d been looking at back into the window frame. Bucky shot him a look.
“No, buying only three packs of corn for the shrimp boil. Of course I mean them!”
The more or less newly minted Cap snorted, shaking his head. A small wave rocked the boat gently, but not nearly hard enough to throw the two men of balance. Neither could the soft breeze wafting through the cabin and out the window, filling their lungs with warm, salty air. Sam savored the taste as he made his way over to Bucky and gently placed a hand over his still crossed arms. The later scowled, averting his eyes.
“What if he loses control?”, he murmured, still not looking at Sam. “What if someone gets injured, hm? We’ve both seen the guy beat the shit out of that giant ass coyote.”
“It was a jackal, Buck. And I’m very sure Cem only wants to find help for his partners and that they’re not trying to do any harm. Very sure.” Bucky grumbled something under his breath, still not entirely convinced. “He also said that they can control themselves at all times, you know tha-”
“Sam, Bucky! Get your asses out here, the truck doesn’t unload itself!”
Both men groaned in unison. Almost managed to sneak away without being noticed, but no.
“Why’s Sarah so damn observant?”, the older groaned, tipping his head backwards until it hit the doorframe.
Sam snickered in agreement. Leaning forward he pressed a kiss to the other man’s cheek, staying close to his ear.
“Can’t wait 'til she busts out the toddler leashes. Did-”
“Sam!”
“Coming!”
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If Steven had really desired a concussion, he could’ve just rested his head against the bus window.
Thing was, he didn’t, and Cems shoulder was much more comfortable. He sighed as he made himself comfortable, his forehead resting against the others neck with his arm now around Steven’s shoulders.
The anxiety of being affectionate in public had faded from the first time they’d been out together, but it was still very much there. Sure, they had a lot of privileges and didn’t need to be nearly as cautious as others; still, even the faintest hint of a nasty look made Steven’s stomach turn.
Something, movement in his peripheral, caught his attention.
“Your think too much.”, Marc said nonchalantly, stifling a yawn.
“You say that as if it’s something new.”, another voice piped up. Where was… there. Jake’s face, distorted slightly by the single crack, looked at him from the black screen of Cems phone.
The gift-shopist remained quiet, shrugging as his only reaction. A sigh.
“We should sleep more.”, Marc tried to start up the conversation again. “Maybe getting a shrink is really not a bad idea.”
No one said anything, but the others… actually agreed. They couldn’t keep using Cem as their unpaid personal therapist anymore, that couldn’t be good for any of them. Besides, getting out of their little circle and meeting new people didn’t seem like that bad of an idea. Even Marc and Steven had caved after a, rather surprising, agreement of both Cem and Jake on the matter.
The bus jerked, smacking Steven’s head straight into the cooks jaw.
“Ah, fuck!”, Cem groaned, muffled by the hand in front of his mouth. “Bith my thongue.”
“You bit- you bit your tongue?”
Nodding, a pained expression on his face. Marc snorted.
“Stop laughing.”, Steven scolded. He reached up, carefully cradling the others jaw. The turk pinched his eyes shut, a sour expression on his face.
“Marc, ith you can hear me, you’re a thackass and I won’t thave any curry for you.”
“Wha- I didn’t even- I laughed at Steven!”, said jackass tried to defend himself.
Oh, now it was his fault.
“Marc said he laughed at me, not at you.”
Before the cook could even open his mouth for a rebuttal, an announcement bell rang throughout the bus, catching almost every passengers attention.
“Next stop: Sweetwater Guide Service & Marina.” Pause. “Prochain arrêt: Service de guides eau douce et Marina.”
The monotone women’s voice repeated the announcement twice more before quieting again.
“Come.”, Cem said as he wrestled himself out of the seating and took hold of Steven’s hand. “That’s our stop. And tell Marc this is not over yet.”
Sure enough, the bus stopped a few seconds later, opening it’s doors.
Both stepped off, hand in hand in bag with curry pot inside. Several other people had stepped of the bus with them, all loaded with food, drinks and broad smiles.
Together they made their way towards the dock, an elderly lady even striking up a conversation with them about their homemade cookings.
The dock looked even lovelier in the soft evening light, bustling with people setting tables, cooking or generally just having a wonderful time together. Steven’s grip on his hand tightened, Cem squeezing right back. He knew that big social gatherings and meeting now people wasn’t really the others forté; he also knew that they all had agreed on being in need of help and that surely no one would mind them excusing themselves for a few or leaving a bit earlier.
That was, if they didn’t deem that a danger to the general public and decided to throw hands on the spot.
“Cem! Over here!”, Sam’s voice ripped them from their thoughts, said man grinning and waving at them from a small group of people.
The cook recognized a few of them; he also recognized his partner going stiff. Another squeeze of the hand.
“Don’t worry.”, he whispered as they approached the group. “We’re all here. And we’re not afraid to kick ass.”
That actually coaxed a laugh out of the other, just as they reached the destined table.
“Hey guys!”, Wilson greeted both, a broad smile on his face. His eyes found the bag. “What did y'all bring? Smells delicious!”
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“And you- you got fired for vandalizing a toilet?”, Bucky wheezed, trying his best to not spit potato salad all over the table.
The others at the table were clearly amused aswell, if their expressions and poorly hidden grins were any indication.
Additionally to Sam, Bucky and Sarah there were also the laters sons, AJ and Cass. Joaquin Torrès, “Falcon in training”, had joined their little get-together shortly after the others, bringing mentioned potato salad with him.
To be fair, it was positively divine; Cem just had to ask for the recipe.
Steven blushed, staring into his plate.
“I’m just glad they didn’t press charges.”, he confessed, poking at a piece of lettuce with his fork. “Would’ve been really interesting trying to explain to the police that I was being chased by a jakal and Marc-” He sent a look towards AJ and Cass, as if contemplating what to say next. “I’m… you’ve seen the video.”
Sam and Bucky nodded. Sarah looked a little confused, but a look towards her brother who showed her the knife-across-throat gesture seemed to clear things up.
“Oh, oh okay.”, she nodded, pursing her lip. “And you had no idea you had DID?”
Steven shook his had.
“No, no idea. Cem was visiting Nazan and their parents long term at the time, so he couldn’t have cleared things up either. I really thought I was possessed or something.”
Sarah nodded again. Now she seemed even more intrigued than before.
“How did you find out then?”
“I found a phone and a storage key in my walls. Went all around London and to all the different branches, found- an ancient compass, threatened Marc with getting us locked away, saw a God and passed out.”, he shrugged, ignoring the faces the others made at the mention of a God. His hand found Cem’s under the table, the other squeezing his lightly and rubbing soothing circles into his skin. “Cem found us and we had a… conversation.”
The cook snorted.
“With conversation he means we screamed a lot and were momentarily convinced we’d gone bonkers.”
“Sorry, but can we go back to when you said you saw God?”, Bucky suddenly interrupted, his face scrunched up in disbelief. “Was that a metaphor or…?”
Steven looked up. His eyes went searching for something, scanning all over the place. They finally seemed to settle near one of the smaller boats, almost out on the water.
The others followed his line of sight, but obviously found nothing.
“Can you- can you see it?”, Torrès asked, sounding a tad bit antsy. “Is it here?”
When the gift-shopist nodded, many expressions changed. Excluding Cem. He’d seen too much shit that he rarely could be bothered to react to something miniscule like this.
“He’s looking at the water.”, Steven mentioned absent-mindedly.
The present Avengers exchanged a look.
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While the evening had started out a little bit concerning, it had all in all been amazing.
Cem and Steven were, as they’d found out, very pleasant company. Their thai-curry had been absolutely delicious and the later had spent almost two hours telling the a little too hyperactive kids about ancient Egypt while the cook had given them the baseline of what they were dealing with at the moment.
Turns out, they just needed a specialized psychiatrist. Maybe a few more friends. Sam and the others certainly wouldn’t mind inviting them again.
“Here.”, the hero spoke as he gave them a small piece of paper. “Call that number and say I sent you. Doctor Sherman is the best, I’m sure sure she can help you.”
“What’s the second number for?”, Cem asked as he looked at the paper Steven was holding for him to see. They were both stocked up on leftovers from the cookout, the cook holding at least six styrofoam boxes under his arm.
Sam smiled.
“That’s my number, call when you need anything. Oh and, text when you’re in the states again by any chance.”
At that Steven looked a little surprised, even more so that his other.
“I- yeah, yeah, we’ll do. Wait-”, the later fumbled around in his pocket, producing a pen and a slightly crumbled napkin. He scribbled down something, using a styrofoam box as a writing board. “Here, now you’ve got our number too. Just, call, whenever you need something too, I guess.”
He smiled someone crookedly as he handed Sarah, who was standing next to her brother, the napkin. Bucky and Torrès had said their goodbyes a little earlier, due to cranky kids and some government officials calling for their services.
“Okay. See you guys then, and get home safe!”
Goodbyes, handshakes and even a hug were exchanged until the Wilson’s decided the two were good to be sent on their way.
The walk to the bus stop was spent in comfortable silence, hand in hand and a smile on each of their faces.
Things were starting to look up. For all of them.
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FOR@ghostofreggie WHO HAS DONE NOTHING BUT SUPPORT AND FEED INTO MY PHASE OF BUCK. YOU ARE AMAZING AND I COULDN’T IMAGINE WRITING THIS WITHOUT YOU.
Missions far from home were never easy for any of you. But for Bucky they became harder and harder the more he felt for you. You had walked into his world at the right place, and at the time he needed someone the most. When he met you, all he saw was beautiful and all you saw in yourself was the nerd of an assistant for Tony Stark. He knew he could never hurt you, and in doing so he never told you what he was feeling.
The moment you laid eyes on Bucky; your world shifted. He was the only one who caught your undivided attention, whether you were focused on something in the lab or not. He could walk in the room and your whole world would be black except this light that surrounded him. That being said, you guys were far from being anything official. It was just a few one-night stands, and in-depth conversations here and there.
A new mission had come to a head, which included Sam, Sharon, and Bucky attempting to override some of Hydra’s files to unearth any new leads into where or what Hydra wanted. You on the other hand were stuck in the office, attempting to help Tony upgrade his Ironman suit with some new perks, I guess being his assistant is a perk in itself though. But your mind was everywhere but focused on Tony and what he needed. Buck was leaving on this mission tonight, and you had every intention of telling him how you felt before then but didn’t know how.
The doors opened to the lab, the eerie silence was filled with a familiar voice, “Hey we are getting ready to take off….”
The voice was hesitant, but you knew it belonged to Bucky. He was the only one who made your heart skip a beat or cause the eruption of butterflies in your stomach.
You took a deep breath before turning to him, a fake smile plastered on your cheeks, “Oh okay- be careful?”
He shot you his signature smirk before making his way over to your desk, you couldn’t help yourself from chewing on the inside of your cheek- one of your worse nervous ticks.
“I’ll be careful…. I’m always careful.” he said as he stood in front of you, hands stuffed deep into his pockets. You couldn’t help but give him a real smile as you stepped towards him, engulfing him in your arms. His beard tickled your cheeks as you hid you face in the crook of his neck, taking in his cologne that made you feel at home.
His grip loosened before he stepped back, placing a swift, soft kiss to your forehead. The gesture only causing a blush to erupt on your cheeks, and a soft smile to remain more than present.
He smiled down at your short stature before turning away from you, your smile slowly turned to a frown… you hated to see him walking away from you, like you were nothing to him.
But the question was…. Do you tell him how you feel? Or do you just let it go, and hope to god that the feelings stop growing…
“Buck?” You said, your eyes widening at your shaky voice. The concerned look he gave you was making your insides turn at what words were about to escape past your lips.
“Yes?” He questioned, as you didn’t say anything more. The words you wanted to say found themselves stuck in your throat, unable to tell this handsome man what you were truly feeling.
You took a deep breath, opening your mouth to spill your undying love for James Buchanan Barnes, when she came in…
There was Sharon, in all her glory. The most beautiful girl in the room, the one who always got any man she wanted, and the one who had all her sights set on Bucky.
“I’m sorry but we have to go” She said, a hint of annoyance in her voice as she watched you push up your oversized glasses, as your twirled you rings around your finger unconsciously. You were nothing to her, and the look on her face only confirmed that.
Bucky looked back at you, the nervousness was apparent on your face, “Go…” you murmured, not being able to spare him another look. You knew that you would never be enough for him, so why even try to fool yourself?
A smirk appeared on Sharon’s face as she turned hot on her heel, Bucky following behind but not before sparing you another look. He will never forget the look of heartbreak that crossed your features when Sharon came in to get him, to take him away from you.
The minute the door to the lab closed, the eerie silence overtook you once again. You turned towards your desk; a deep breath escaped you as your started throwing your work off your desk. Paper flying through the air, pens hitting the floor in a clatter. The noise was so overwhelming that you missed the sliding door opening again, the anger in the room could be cut with a knife.
“Sooooo are you going to clean up your mess?” Tony said from behind you, terror crossed your features as you turned to face him.
“I-I-I-iiii” You tried to find the words, to apologize, to try and make what you had just done better. But Tony cut you off, sending you a soft smile.
“I’m assuming… that uh you didn’t tell Bucky how you are feeling?” He said, taking a seat at the desk next to yours, trying to read your reaction to what he was saying.
“Me and Buck? No-no- “You started, only causing a bout of laughter to fall from Tony’s lips. Your eyes wide as you watched him fall apart in front of you, his laughter cutting through the anger you were radiating.
“Oh don’t even. We both know how you feel, and I know that he feels the same about you” He said, reaching out to grab your hand, giving it a reassuring squeeze. His gesture bringing tears to your tired eyes, it was the first time that you felt that someone understood how you were feeling.
“How I’m feeling is alone. This man is doing things to me that I have never felt, and never thought I would get to feel. I was always the nerd in school, with no friends or anyone to love me. And now- now I have this man who I love, a man I have given my everything to, but I can’t even tell him the words. I can’t even tell him how much I want to spend the rest of my life dealing with his bipolar ass.” The words finally flowing out of you, finally confessing to someone how I felt about Bucky.
You wiped your cheeks, the tears continuing to dampen them. Tony just reached out, taking you into his arms. He knew how you were feeling, you knew that you wanted nothing more than to be loved and not worry about the future.
You couldn’t help the sob that escaped you as you clung to your boss, tears continuing to flow.
“How about you go home? I can text you when they get back…. I think you just need some time to think, you know?” Tony said, placing a soft kiss to the back of your head.
“Thanks Tony… and I’m sorry for the mess….” You said, pulling away from him and shooting him a soft smile.
Carefully you grabbed your things, heading out to your room. The sound of your shoes clicking on the floor, echoing in the silent hallway. The silence only following you once you step into your dark room.
A deep sigh escaped you as you laid back on your bed, your head swarming with scenarios about Buck and if you had told him how you were feeling. To explain the deep love, you felt for him.
Sitting back up, you began to strip yourself of your work clothes. The heavy denim of your jeans hit the floor with a thud, and your thin black tee fell right beside it. Ruffling through your drawers you came across a shirt that belonged to Bucky.
It was from a night, not long ago when he came over late at night for some comforting after a mission. A smile appeared across your cheeks as you shrugged the shirt over your tired body, it barely covered your black panties.
A tired smile appeared on your face once again as you made your way to your empty bed. The coldness of your sheets feeling good against your achy, tired body. Sleep quickly overtook your sense, and your dreams were filled with the what ifs of your life if Bucky was yours.
*BANG, BANG, BANG*
You were drawn from your vivid sleep by several hard knocks at your door. Quickly you rushed over, opening the door swiftly.
There was Bucky…
His lip was split open, a bruise was developing on his cheek but overall, he seemed none too harmed. The light from the hallway showing off his bruised and tattered body.
“I-uh-uh I… I just needed to see you.” he finally choked out, you stepped aside leaving room for him to slip by you in the darkness of your room.
“Okay?” You said, tiredness still clouding your senses.
“I-uh this…. This mission was just really hard, and I know you wanted to tell me something before I left and it was all that I could focus on” he said, you knew that he was embarrassed by what he was saying. He never felt like this before and it was clear by his stuttering.
The Winter Solider was standing in your room, at god only knows what time because he couldn’t stop thinking about something you wanted to tell him.
You ran your hand through your hair, eyeing his figure in the darkness. You stepped towards his, brushing his tattered hair out of his face, making his deep eyes more noticeable.
“You really want to know?” You said, the flirtatious tone flowing out of your mouth, you could see him take a deep breath before nodding at you.
“Well, I was going to tell you that-uh I’m uh in love with you” You stuttered, blush crawling up onto your cheeks. You were nervous about what he was going to say, you knew he never felt that way about anyone.
“You don’t have to say anything” You said quickly, seeing his face change as he processed your words.
You loved him.
Opening your mouth again, wanting to speak more about how you were feeling. The idea that you had ruined your chances with him forever, that he was going to walk away, and you would never see him again.
But your thoughts were hushed when he rushed forward swiftly taking your lips in his. You couldn’t help the shocked moan that fell past your lips as you wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling at his tangled hair.
He growled as you pulled hard at his hair, carefully he slipped his hands under your thighs before picking you up. Pulling your body close to his, your nipples only hardening against your shirt.
You pulled your lips away from his, carefully pressing small kisses to his neck causing a guttural moan to escape from his throat.
You felt your back fall onto your cold sheets, a moan falling from your lips as Bucky found your sweet spot on your neck that was ever so hidden. You could feel a bruise forming under your jaw from his excessive suckling.
Moans continued to fall from your lips as you reached down to pull at his shirt, pulling the torn material over his head, revealing more bruising and blood dried cuts. Your cold fingers ran across his chest as he watched you carefully.
You caught his eyes, smiling up at him. He was concentrating on your face, the way your face lit up when you saw him.
His thumbs brushed up against your hips, slowly lifting his shirt off your body. The cold air rushing to your hard nipples, sending a chill through your body, which only made Buck chuckle under his breath.
Your shirt went over your head, and almost immediately Bucky took your hard nipple in his mouth, sending a chorus of moans to fall from your lips.
“Buck” you moaned, gently taking his hair in your hand, and pulling slightly.
Rubbing your cunt against his crotch, only causing you to leak more wetness than you already were. Your motions caused a guttural moan to escape from Buck.
He pulled back from your nipples, taking in the moaning mess that you had become under him. He wrapped his fingers around your panties, before ripping them clean off your body.
You gasped at his action, before quickly sitting up and beginning to mess with his pants. You fumbled with the button and zipper before stripping off his pants. His cock was straining against the confines of his boxers, with a stain of precum beginning to appear.
Biting your lip, you lowered his boxers down his legs and letting them pool at him feet.
You took his length in your small hands, but he stopped you. His eyes met yours before he started to speak.
“This is all about you doll.” He spoke in a low tone before pushing you back onto the bed.
You felt his cock at your entrance, brushing against your clit which only sent chills of pleasure through your body.
The feeling of your being stretched as he entered you with his length sent a loud moan to escape from you. Causing your eyes to roll back as you grabbed onto him, bringing him closer.
He waited for a moment, giving you a moment to adjust to him.
You nodded at him, giving him the silent signal to move.
The pleasure began to overtake your senses, causing your eyes to roll back into your head. You could hear the wet sounds of your pussy as he pushed his cock deep inside of you, stretching your walls more and more.
Guttural moans feel past Bucky’s lips, which only sent your over the edge. Your orgasm quickly fell over you as he continued to hit your sensitive spot.
“Oh-uh-ooohhh Buck” You moaned, as your back arched from the overwhelming orgasm.
He threw his head back as your cunt pulsated around his cock, he was on the edge and he knew it.
His speed began to quicken as your cunt still was pulsating from your mind-blowing orgasm, your eyes continued to roll back into your head from the pleasure that was overtaking you.
Your cunt was leaking up a storm as he continued to fuck you hard, before he wrapped a hand around your throat. The action only making your eyes go wide, he never did that.
“Buck” You whimpered to him, as his grip tightened on your throat.
“You’re gonna take it all doll.” He moaned, his metal hand coming into contact with your clit. He quickly began rubbing circles, which drove you into a moaning mess as your cunt began to tighten around him again.
“Buck…. Buck…. I’m gonna-” You began before getting cut off by a moan.
“I’m right behind you” he moaned in your ear as you pulsated around him, scratching at his back with the overwhelming amount of pleasure.
He rutted his hips against yours as he spilled his hot seed into you, causing a small moan to pass your lips as your felt the heat in your core.
“In case you didn’t know- I love you too” He murmured against your ear, causing a huge smile to appear across your features.
In that moment, you knew… Bucky Barnes was yours and only yours….. He was your home.
