Bucky's POV:
Every movement that Charlie makes is short and harsh. Her eyes constantly dart back over to Steve who is calm when he has Maggie around. Alarm codes were changed in the house, and not given to Steve, just to make sure when he's in the house locked up at night, that he can't get out without an alarm going off. Charlie finally relented to letting Maggie go back upstairs, and Callan in his room that's adjacent to Steve's, only if we sleep on the couch.
After a particularly heated conversation between her and Steve, she grabs Callan up, and pulls Maggie along with her to "go get ice cream". She can't even look at him most the time, anger and distrust towards him slips out. Not to mention she's not been sleeping great, and we haven't had sex.
"What the hell was that about?" I ask him, nearly caging his body in.
"Reminded her about that day," he answers with a lopsided smirk.
"What day?" there's no anger in my voice, yet.
"The day she was kidnapped. You know, when it happened, she was preparing dinner and I stood beside her to help. The way she smelled of vanilla, and how swollen her stomach was getting, I was overwhelmed," he stops, smiling as my face turns up in anger. "When I kissed her, she pulled me closer to her,"
"Steve," I grunt out.
"She allowed me to kiss her. Face it, Buck, she might want to be married to you, but she still wants her Captain, too."
"Would you just shut the fuck up?" my metal fist hits the wall beside him, and he only laughs.
"You can deny it all you want; you know that your sweet love making isn't enough for her. That dirty little slut wants to be ruined," I slam his head on the island and he continues laughing. "She likes when you destroy that pussy. After I found out she lied to me about seeing you in Wakanda, I fucked her so hard, she couldn't walk for a week."
I growl pulling his body out of the house. "I had her marked up. I had to add bruises to the pitiful ones you left behind. Had hickey's all over her body. My cum was leaking out of that pussy. I even carried her around."
Finally, I launch him out of the house and into the yard. I can't listen to this anymore. Oddly enough, his voice calms when he knocks on the door. "Buck, I'm sorry. I can't control what I'm saying. I just know. I want her."
"You're going to live at the compound."
"No, don't take me away from my daughter. You have to see when Maggie is present that I'm not like this. It gets worse the further she's away from me," I open the door to see a glimpse of the real Steve. "I love her."
"Maggie?"
"And Charlie," when I start to close the door in his face, he holds it open. "You know I do. In a weird twisted way. I know she'll never love me the way she loves you, but you can't deny it. Why can't we just..."
"Choose your words carefully Steve."
"Just hear me out, but I deserve a real conversation about this," even though I'm glaring at him, I nod my head for him to continue. "I'm not asking to share your bed with you. I'm not even asking to have sex with you guys every night. I'm just asking if it's a need..."
"You're needy. You recall when she was with me, how you made her go running back to you? With those fucking three words. Do you know that even hearing 'I need you' coming from my mouth, it hurt her in the beginning? No, because you didn't truly care about her."
"You're not listening. I want it to be okay with the both of you. I just want to know, that you two would have my back. Everything would be with you present. I'm not her husband. You are, Buck. She loves you. I'm not asking for a relationship; I'm asking for sex. Might help with my frustrations. And maybe I could show you how she likes..."
"I've never had a problem pleasing my wife," I look off into the distance, contemplating what he's telling me. Charlie and I have had a similar conversation, worried that we were too close to Steve, but both would consider it.
"Okay, that was too far. Could you at least talk to her about it?"
"We have. Last time," he gets a bright smile on his mouth, but I stop him. "We're currently trying to get pregnant. I'm not saying we will, but you can't," I don't need to finish because he nods his head. Right about the time that Charlie is back. A lightness back to her face, and she opens up the door to unbuckle Maggie before getting our boy out of his seat. Holding on to the bag full of ice cream and toppings. I stop her, bring her in for a passionate kiss. Not a quick peck. We both ignore Callan's screeching and smacking of me, shaking his head no, and saying "top dada."
Charlie pulls me with her to set him down, but he continues to cling at her feet, reaching up and crying for her. "You guys got yourself a jealous boy," Steve comments, pulling the bag of goodies off Charlie's hand. I can only flip him off while I pull my wife closer to me.
Maggie gasps, "Bucky, that's not nice."
We finally pull apart and I laugh telling her sorry. Charlie bends over to pick up the crying boy, and he nearly stops his whining immediately. Pulling down the top of her dress, "Son, I've told you so many times, but that's mine."
"No, not," he stares at me. "Mine."
Maggie looks questioningly at her dad and asks, "Why does Bucky need to be nursed?"
"Because, your bonus dad is a bigger baby than Bubs, aren't you Daddy?" Charlie asks, carrying Callan to the island, and pulling the bowl that Steve just scooped out over to her and our son. "Maggie, when we're finished, I need to talk to your father and Bucky alone. Okay?" Maggie nods her head, sensing it's best not to argue about this. "I'll get Callan ready for a nap," she takes a bite of ice cream before walking to the couch to nurse him.
Both Steve and I watch. Maggie's eyes drift between the two of us. "Daddy! Keep scooping," Charlie reserves nursing only for bedtime typically, trying to ween the boy off, but her frustrations with Steve she needs this. Nursing calms her, but I would have rather be the one sucking on her tit.
When I walk the bowl that Charlie had ate out of onto the couch, I offer a small bite to her, Looking down at her exposed breast. "Stop. Later I'll let you suck on me. Right now, I need to get him to sleep, okay?"
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Charlie's POV:
After I put a sleeping baby boy in his crib, I help Maggie down. She looks for Alpine before retreating to her room. I hear her music turn up and I round my eyes to look at Steve, "I want you to understand something perfectly well Steven, this is mine and Bucky's home. You are not coming in here and disrespecting it. Understood?"
"Yes, Charlotte," he gives her a little smirk. "Bucky and I talked when you left," I look over at my husband who gives me a sheepish and awkward smile. "Let me start by saying I'm sorry. I'm sorry for everything. All the pain I've ever caused in your life, I'm sorry. I'm sorry for my behavior these past couple of days, I've told you, it's like the things I've tried to keep bottled up are spewing out now, and I can't stop it."
"You should try harder," I huff at him.
"You have to see that when Maggie's around, I'm not like that," I nod because I have noticed it. "She's the best thing that's ever happened to me. She's living proof that at one time we really loved each other. Remember how amazing those five years were? No fighting, no politics, no," he looks over at Bucky.
"Okay, I'm stopping you there."
"Charlie, wait. I shouldn't have said that. It just was a good life we had. I don't want a relationship with you though."
"That's good, because we will never have that kind of relationship again," Bucky comes and stands beside me. His arm wraps around me, and I look up at him, "What?"
"Just keep an open mind doll," oh this can't be good. I have a feeling I know where this is going.
"I just want sex."
I give him a sarcastic life, "Find someone else then. There's plenty of women willing to have just sex with Steve Rogers."
"Doll?" I look up at Bucky. He's considering it. "We talked about this before the TVA."
"And he's came back as an asshole."
"You have thought about me fucking into that tight little cunt, haven't you? Or have Bucky fucking that pretty pussy while I destroy your asshole?" both Bucky and I are silent. Both of our breathing changes, and he holds tighter to me. "Both of you can deny it, but it's clear to see on your face. I don't want to be in your bed every night. Not even once a week. I just need a good fucking, and nobody does it quite like you princess."
"Take a hike," I tell him. I need a moment.
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Charlie's POV:
My hand circles around Bucky's head as he suckles from me. "This is the last night, Daddy. Until the next one. I'm cutting you both off," his body lays firmly on top of me. His own legs, keeping me spread around him. My eyes begin to get heavy, and Bucky pulls off my nipple with a pop. Both nipples are engorged and raw between my two boys.
"Honey," he begins and I know where this is going.
"I don't know if this is a good idea, babe. He clearly has some unresolved issues between us."
"Can't say that I blame him," his hands smooth my baby hairs off my face. "What if...just one night?"
"Even if I said no, you know as soon as he hears me riding on you, he's coming in here, don't you?" he smiles up at me, and I push him off of me, lying flat on his back, I slide his boxers off his body. I shimmy out of panties, and sink myself over him. "Tell me daddy, what were the terms?" I slowly pull myself off, before sinking back over his length.
"Just one right now. He can't cum in you."
Another roll of my hips, and Bucky's hands come to hold tight to me, but I push them down. "Sounds fair. So do you want me to fuck him, or is this a team effort?"
"Fuck," his voice grunts. "Both."
"You've never watched him fuck me, have you?" quickly he shakes his head no. I knew he hadn't, but the fire in his eyes, and the random questions about sex with Steve, he's envisioned it. Silently I ride over top of him for a bit. "Where do you want him when you're both fucking me? You want him in your pussy, or my ass? Or would you rather do a spit roast?"
"Both," I giggle down at him. Leaning forward I kiss him. Letting my tongue explore my husband's mouth while I continue to grind over him. With the opening of the door, I go to lean back. Bucky catches his dog tags around my neck in his teeth, holding me in place. A quick readjustment and I see Steve is in fact in the room.
"Well come on. Make yourself comfortable. Need to make my pretty husband cum in me," Steve locks the door before walking over beside the bed. I continue to work on Bucky. He can't stand the space between us, and sits up. His hands firmly grasp each ass cheek, pushing me closer to him. With a quick look up at me, he sinks back down on my tits. Burying his face in one of his favorite parts of my body. Latching on and sucking. His hands fondling me, while I continue fucking on him. Forgetting that Steve is even sitting watching us.
My hips circle over him fervidly, he pushes my body back, and then uses me as his sex toy. Sliding me up and down on his cock. Unable to deny that we have an audience, Steve stands and his fingers create tight circles on my clit, "Oh fuck!" I nearly scream.
I look only at my husband, as good as his cock and Steve's hand feels, he's the one I need to realize that this is for Bucky. If he gets pleasure out of Steve fucking me, then I'm okay with this. "I love you, James," my voice pants out.
"Love you, Charlotte," his pumping of me speeds up. Steve's pace changes to match Bucky's. "Cum," Bucky's deep voice commands. His voice makes me do just that. The walls of my cunt constrict around him, forcing his own release. His speed slows until it's nothing but panting. "Clean her up," Bucky looks up at Steve with a devilish grin before standing and taking Steve's former seat.
I roll my head over to look at him, while Steve crawls into the bed, laying on his stomach, peering at my messy dripping cunt. Wrapping his arms around my thighs, he slides me down the bed. His face burying in my folds, and he cleans up Bucky's mess. Licking up both his and my arousal, restimulating me in the process. I take a quick glance down at Steve, and his eyes are only on my face, watching every change to it, because he is causing a significant amount of pleasure. "Is he making you feel good, doll?"
"Yes, Daddy," I whine, looking back at him. Bucky fists his already hardening cock. Super soldier. They're always ready.
"Fuck her," Steve doesn't hesitate. He crawls over my body, using his tip to further stimulate my swollen clit. Steve gets irritated that I won't look at him, only at Bucky, and he grips tightly to my cheeks, turning my face up to his, but my eyes still look over to my husband. I'm not sure why I need to watch him as another man fucks me, but I do.
"Look at me," he grunts down to me, and I shake my head no. "Have it your way princess," Steve slams his cock into me. Roughly rutting into me. The bed smacks the wall with every thrust. Bucky stands and scoots it further away from the wall. We do have sleeping children in here.
Steve continues his harsh pounding into me, and I bring my hands to his arms to hold on tight for this ride. Nothing about this moment is sensual with Steve, but I can't deny the mask of pleasure all over Bucky has his best friend pistons into me. "Still so tight, and so warm. Never should have given this up."
He looks over to Bucky with a smile. "If I never would have let you fuck her, you two never would have ended up together. You're welcome."
"Shut up and fuck me, you asshole."
"Oh, I'll fuck you," he swiftly pulls out, and flips my body over, using his hands he positions me to be on my knees. Spreading my thighs apart he slams back into me. My ass ripples with every smack against his hips, and he spanks me for good measure. "Fill her mouth up, so I don't have to hear her."
Bucky stands up, knees on the bed, and fills my mouth with his cock. With the moans and motions of Steve, I don't have a ton of work to do. Steve's body moves mine over Bucky's cock, while my moans give him tiny little shocks of vibrations. "You look pretty stuffed with our cocks, princess. Still need to feel you sitting on me, while Bucky tears that ass up."
With that Steve pulls out, and sits on the bed, beckoning Bucky to allow me over there. Feeling damn near used, Bucky is the one that lowers me onto Steve's cock, watching every inch of him stretch me out. His fingers continue teasing my overworked clit, until he pushes onto Steve's chest, "Kiss me."
"No."
"Oh, come on, you'll let me fuck you, but you won't kiss me," kissing is so personal. More intimate in ways that sex isn't. After Bucky lubes up his cock, he slides in my puckered hole, and I whine at the stretch, and the overwhelming fullness from the two of them. Steve lips nip around my chin, and anytime he comes to my lips I move away from him.
When Bucky is fully sheathed in my ass, he pulls me back to him with his hand wrapped around my neck, making use of my mouth since Steve is so adamant to kiss me. Slowly he pumps his cock into me, swallowing every one of the whines I release. Sitting up Steve comes to my breasts, sucking on each nipple. Not with the tenderness that Bucky does. "I see why you like that, Buck. Too bad I never did that to you."
I wish he would just shut up. Bucky's hips slam into my ass, almost lovingly. He holds onto me tightly. His arms feeling so strong, "Fucking kiss me, princess."
"She said no, Steve."
"That's how you want to play," leaning back, he grits his teeth, hands gripping tightly to my hips, and he thrusts upwards into me relentlessly. Bucky never changes his pace, his metal arm slides down my sticky body, and he allows the vibrations to stimulate my sensitive nub. When I reach my peak, he grips tightly to my neck, catching my screams in his mouth, and I feel him release with me. A moment later, and I feel the heat coming from Steve.
Even though my body is worked up, the fury returns when I jerk away from Bucky's lips. "You fucking asshole," I whisper scream at him, and he can only smile up at me.
"Should have kissed me."
"What did you...what did he do?" Bucky knows, but doesn't want to voice it. It makes it more real. "Steve, tell me you didn't. We're trying to get pregnant."
"Take a morning after pill."
"Get off, I think I'm gonna be sick," Bucky unravels himself off of me, and I run to the bathroom, feeling Steve's hot seed drip down on my legs. Bucky follows shortly after with clean clothes, looking at me like a lost puppy. "Don't," I cry looking at him. "Just don't."
"Doll..."
"No, if I'm pregnant with your baby, I can't take that pill, babe. I'm ovulating. We shouldn't..." he wraps his arms around me, placing us both in the shower, and lets me cry on him. The words coming out of my mouth is just a garbled mess. None are coherent, and Bucky doesn't care. He just holds on to me. "We can't do this again, not like that."
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Bucky's POV:
Charlie literally falls asleep in my arms, in the shower. Her body mentally and sexually over exhausted. Amazingly she still sleeps as I dress her and carry her into the bedroom, only to find Steve asleep in our bed. Punk. "You really screwed up Steve."
"She just felt so good. I missed that," he yawns. "Your bed is much more comfortable than the guest room by the way.
"With luck that room will be our next baby's," I lay us down, and pull Charlie close. She continues with her humming snores, and soft whimpers in her sleep.
And I hear him huff out. "If it's not mine."
"Is that what this is about? All this talk about just wanting...you want another kid with her?"
"Buck, no. That just happened. I told you, I can't control the darkness, it's just coming out, but I will say, this is the most relaxed I've been since being home."
"Don't get used to it," he attempts to move closer to her, but I push him away. "Stop. We were trying to make amends. You better hope that your stunt doesn't take. Regardless, it'll be my child, not yours," his face contorts around before he turns away from us, and I swear I see his back heave, almost as if he's crying.
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Charlie's POV:
"Mommy, I can't find...oh," little pitter patter of Maggie's and Callan's feet come bounding in our room like every morning, and I see a deeply sleeping Steve on the opposite side of me. Callan rushes over to the side where Bucky is and pulls at his arm. Bucky scoops him up, right as Maggie comes crawling up the bed. "Did Daddy have a bad dream?"
"Yes, little pearl. He's still sleeping, why don't we go make breakfast for him?" Maggie goes ahead and crawls off the bed, still in her princess nightgown and runs into the living room. "Hey, I'm okay, babe."
"You sure?" Bucky asks. His brows raised, needing more than ever to confirm this. He receives it with my mouth over his. Callan like always tries to pull us apart, and when that doesn't work, he grabs at my hand to hold. "I take that as a yes."
"Yes, we'll figure it out as we go."
It's too early to tell anything. We have a few weeks left to wait.
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Bucky's POV:
Maggie has spent most of the day sick, Steve tried to help, but she only wanted Charlie. Midday, and Callan is sick right along with her. Charlie has bathed, and bathed the kids more times today than she cares too. By that evening, Charlie is the one who is sick. Running to the bathroom to release nothing.
"You spent all day with the kids, now they're asleep and you're the sick one."
"You know if I had that serum, I would be like you and Steve. Not sick," she allows me to baby her. Rubbing her back, and forcing her to eat bland toast, and drink plenty of water. Both baby monitors are on, and the kids are peacefully sleeping.
A gentle knock on the door, and he doesn't wait before he walks in. "I was wondering if..."
"She's sick Steve, no," After a few weeks, we gradually allowed Steve back in our bed. He never has made that same mistake again. Most the time was spent him just openly watching us. Getting himself off. And like he promised it's no more than once a week.
"Oh, I didn't know. You got what the kids got?" he plants himself low on the bed.
"No fever though," she answers. With a quick move, she sits on my lap, wrapping her legs around me, and lays on my shoulder. "Want to warm your cock, Daddy."
"Doll..." I begin to warn, but she starts grinding on me, and smiles on my shoulder when she feels me hardening.
"That responsive, huh?" Steve laughs. "What's this cockwarming thing anyway? You never did that with me."
Charlie, moves her panties to the side, releasing my cock before burying herself in me. With a soft hum, she lays back on my shoulder. "Keeps him warm, keeps me full and feeling safe."
There's a sense of jealousy with Steve, because Charlie never had to make herself feel safe with him. Her little fingers draw patterns over my arms though, and I forget that thought, because she's never had to force anything with me. Her movements stop, and she shuffles off of me, running into the bathroom again.
"She's not got a fever? Maybe you should, take a test," Steve looks at me, and my eyes go wide at him. "She wasn't sick with the first two, but it's one of the most common symptoms."
"Both kids were sick today, punk," but my eyes wander back towards the bathroom where she's taking so long.
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Charlie's POV:
"Bucky!" I scream towards the bedroom, staring at these stupid sticks that I feel are going to be the death of me. Three sticks laying on the counter, all of them with the same results. "Bucky! Babe, come here!"
He rushes around the corner of the bathroom and sees what's laying on the counter, "Why so many?" when he glances down at the two pink lines, he understands. "Oh my god...oh my god, you're...we're, honey."
"I know, we need to go see B."
The next morning our growing bunch load up, in an ever-shrinking SUV. I had offered for Steve to sit in the front, but he insisted on squeezing in between the kids. Callan randomly sparks his fingers at Steve. His bullying of Bucky has nearly quit, due to him bullying Steve. "Ouch, you heathen," Steve playfully tells the boy. Bucky and I keep looking back at Steve. His darkness has for the time subsided, but we still don't fully trust him.
"Cal be nice to Uncle Steve," Bucky laughs looking back again.
"No," the boy giggles up at Steve, sparking up again.
"You need to focus and control that energy," as soon as Steve says that, Callan releases the biggest spark I've seen him make. Launching it towards Steve. "Okay, okay. I get it, Sparkplug, you've got powers."
Once we arrive, Callan reaches for me, oddly Maggie reaches for Bucky. "Why don't you go show your Daddy your room here?"
"But I want to be with you, when Bruce checks for the baby."
"I should have guessed you knew," Bucky picks her up, swinging her around, and peppers kisses on her cheeks. "You think we've got you a sister?" with a scrunch of her face she nods quickly. "Well come on."
When Bruce sees us, he just shakes his head. "Should have guessed this would happen sooner or later. Hop up then," Steve and Maggie turn their back for me to get situated. Callan reaches for me, not fully understanding what's going on. Once I'm covered, I hold onto Callan's hand looking up at the monitor when Bruce enters the wand. Too early for a regular ultrasound.
When his head glances up at the monitor. "Well, well."
"Holy shit," I say looking closer.
"Wait is that?" Steve asks.
"I know we said we needed a bigger car," Bucky adds.
"What is going on?" Maggie is the last to ask, while Callan only screeches.