The five times you think about fucking Bucky Barnes, the one time he thinks about fucking you.

Bucky isn't sure when this campaign stopped being about winning, and started being about spending time with you.

─ marvel au ─ bucky barnes x ex-widow!reader You and Bucky Barnes go undercover as a married couple, but when a fake kiss gets too real, he unexpectedly finishes in his pants-leaving you both stunned. ── "Barnes." You hissed his name through gritted teeth, pressing closer to the door. Nothing. Not a shuffle. Not a breath. Absolute fucking silence. You exhaled sharply, trying to keep your expression neutral as a pair of guests passed by, casting you a curious glance. Yeah, you knew exactly how this looked-lipstick smudged, breath uneven, standing outside a locked men's bathroom like a woman scorned. You must've looked thoroughly debauched. Your pulse hammered in your throat. This was insane. A simple, fake kiss had made him short-circuit so hard that he fucking came in his pants? Twenty minutes ago, he looked repulsed by the mere idea of touching you, and now he was hiding away like some panicked virgin? You let out a long, slow groan, dropping your forehead against the door. "Barnes," you muttered, knocking again-your patience wearing thinner by the second. "Open the damn door."

"Jay, Hetty's saying there's a ghost on the property you'll actually be able to see!" "Fair warning, she's dressed in a white gown and drenched in blood-" "Still hot." GHOSTS US

never thought you'd mean this much to me