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Hello there! I don't know if you're interested in a (maybe) multi-part fic, but I had this idea for a while and can't take it from my head, maybe you can help

Telepath!reader that is new in the avenger's team and still can't control all her powers (especially when she is asleep). Nicky still has nightmares and reader feels his fear "pulling" her into his dream. She transforms Bucky's nightmare into a silly dream, thinking it's her dream. And it happens every night, but they don't know that they are really interacting with each other, because they think it's just a dream. But they start falling in love with each other.

I was thinking multi-part because each part could be a dream. So it would be a slow burn.

I love your writing and I think you would do amazing work with this, but it's ok if you're not interested.

Thank you for this, I hope you enjoy it! I have written dreamscape reality once before so I'm super excited to do it again. The other dream story was Raindrops & Roses if anyone wanted to check it out too.

Ships in the Night [pt.1] || Bucky

Warnings: 18+ only, nsfw, angst, fluff, nightmares WC: 2.9k

You were still getting used to your apartment at the Avengers compound and you cursed as you tripped over the coffee table in the dark. You should have known that staying up for movie night was a bad idea but you had wanted to mingle with the other agents. There were only a handful of them missing so you finally got to put some faces to the names you had seen on the apartment doors.

The night had dragged on far longer than you had expected and when you were tired your telepathic and empathic powers were difficult to control. Already you could feel residual emotions from the other inhabitants of the building and even beyond. Somewhere out in the carpark a man was crying because his wife had left him and you felt his pain echoing in your chest until he drove away.

The action movie must have been playing on your mind as you settled into your new bed for the night, for when you closed your eyes you were met with the violent clashes of war. Men screamed and gunshots fired as you found yourself in an unfamiliar place, a damp forest that smelt of gunpowder instead of fresh air. To make matters worse, the sky was clouding over and large raindrops were quickly turning the earth to mud.

“This won’t do.” You complained as you began to tramp through the terrain and focused on rewriting the scenery as you went.

Mud filled your boots as you looked to the sky and curled your hand up, grabbing the clouds like balls of cotton candy and dropping them to dissolve in the puddles at your feet.

“We couldn’t have watched Crazy, Stupid, Love could we?” You growled as you shook the mud from your shoe and expelled a lungful of air to dry the ground once again. “This would be much better with Ryan Gosling.”

Gunshots suddenly sounded closer and you scanned the treeline trying to find which direction they were coming from when a flash of green caught your eye. You instinctively ducked as bullets flew over your head, not that it really mattered in the dreamworld, and ran towards a crop of fallen trunks that could hopefully provide cover. You leapt over the top of one log and were met with a pair of stunned and stunning blue eyes before a stray bullet tore through your chest. His eyes widened as he saw you topple over but before you had even hit the ground you woke in your bed.

Of course you would finally find a handsome man and die.

Tossing the blankets back, you carefully snaked your way to the small kitchenette each apartment had and grabbed a bottle of water from the fridge. You pressed it to your head first, letting the chill chase away the lingering fear of the man with the blue eyes. Like most dreams, by morning you would forget all about them and face another day of strengthening your mental walls.

“Morning sunshine.”

You nodded glumly at Natasha, her perky happiness radiating from her and easily penetrating your shield. You had hoped to have a better sleep when you returned to bed but you weren’t that lucky and now your mood was as dark as the bags that hung under your eyes.

“No one should be this happy, it’s not even 8am.” You complained as she poured you both a cup of coffee.

To make your morning worse, you had opened your cupboard and found your coffee pot empty so you had been forced to use the main kitchen on the ‘social’ floor as it had been dubbed. You couldn’t see yourself spending too much time in there with your powers, being around people and especially ones with trauma left you absorbing it into yourself. If you were lucky that is where it stayed but you had been known on occasion to accidentally release it to anyone in the vicinity.

Nat’s head tilted as you looked at you over her mug, and you laughed as she tried to read you. “You’re not the empath here, Nat.”

“I don’t need to be.” She shot back with a raised eyebrow. “You have all the signs of sleep deprivation. I read your file, do you need more time to settle in? We can put off training until you are better rested. We don’t want to have another incident like the one we-”

“I’m fine.” You said with a bit more bite than you intended to and took a deep breath. “I appreciate the concern but I will be fine, that won’t happen again.”

Her phone pinged and she pulled it from her pocket to see the message. “Well, it’s your lucky day. Barnes and Wilson just got called away so you’ll be training with me instead.”

She was genuinely happy to train you and it made it a bit easier to pull yourself out of the chair and follow her to the gym facility. The first time you had sparred with the Black Widow you had taken a hit to the head that left you dazed and your power had struck her in self preservation. You had seen the trauma of her past and brought it to the surface, accidentally making her relive the memories while you tried to stop it. You were surprised she would let you in the same room with her after everything you had seen.

“Is he really as scary as they say?” You asked as you caught up with her.

“Who? Barnes?” She laughed. “He’s just as grumpy as every other one hundred year old man but he’s not scary.”

“To you, you're the Black Widow.”

“I can still find things scary.”

“Oh yeah, like what?”

She came to a stop and thought for a moment before shrugging. “I’ll think of something.”

You collapsed onto your bed with a groan, the aches of the day reminding you that tomorrow will be even worse. You didn’t even have the energy to close the curtains and the lights of the helipad lit up as a quinjet came in to land. It was too dark outside to see who it was departing the jet but you assumed it was Barnes and Wilson since no one else had left that you knew of. Rolling away from the window, you wriggled under your covers, quickly falling to sleep.

“What the hell are you doing here?”

You squealed as you were grappled around the waist and pulled away from the bullets that rained down on you. Your back was pressed to a tree, the sharp twigs and bark digging into you as the blue eyed man protected you with his own body.

“Why do I keep coming here?” You muttered as you found yourself in the same warzone as last night.

“The hell if I know, doll, but it isn’t safe.” He all but shouted over the gunfire, panic rising in his chest as he head peeked out behind the tree only to duck back in as a shell hit another tree. “I gotta get you outta here.”

“Relax, we can go anywhere you want.” You said as you raised your palm and turned the shrapnel and debris into doves. He watched in wonder as the metal and wood disappeared in a plume of white feathers before taking to the sky. While he was distracted you placed your finger to his temple and saw his home, taking you far away from the place that brought him no comfort.

“Are we in Brooklyn?” He asked as the trees gave way to the empty streets he had grown up in.

“I thought it might help you calm down.”

“How did you do that?”

His hand reached out to touch the bricks of his old school and felt the abrasive clay against his fingers.

“This is a dream. Just change it.” You shrugged.

His eyebrows pinched together and he ran a hand over his slicked back hair. “You say it like that’s easy.”

“Dreams are just the culmination of our emotions forming a reality of their own.” You said turning him around to see the name of his elementary school. “I wanted somewhere that you associated with comfort and we came here.”

In the apartment down the hall from you, Agent Barnes’ thrashing finally stilled. He hadn’t had a single night of peace since he broke from Hydra, guilt and regret tormenting him night and day. Now, he settled into the mattress that no longer felt too soft, something the guilt had always made him feel unworthy of, any comfort really.

You reached out to the brick he had touched and pulled it out of the wall, breaking off the corner like it was a square of chocolate. Holding your hand up to his chest where his dog tags lay resting, you paused. “May I?”

You could see the curiosity in his bright eyes as you lifted the chain and placed the square of brick like a pendant over one of his tags. The metal and brick merged as one and you let it fall back against his chest, his fingers automatically reaching for it as you let go. Although it looked no different when he ran his fingers over he felt the warm brick and not the cold metal.

“Next time you need an escape, just feel for the brick. Your mind will do the rest.” You smiled as you turned away, feeling the stirrings of your body waking up. “I hope you find some peace.”

You almost missed his answer as your eyes began to open but the words slipped through your consciousness. “Me too.”

“Would you look at that, Cyborg nearly smiled.” You heard a man with a teasing tone around the corner.

“Shut up before I break your wings Birdman.” A gruff voice warned, the irritation and self-hate slamming into your shield. “I don’t smile.”

“Sure you don’t. Maybe it was just gas, like with newborns.”

You turned on your heel and decided you would find another exit out of the building, one where there was less anger. You were still clenching your fists at the residual angst when you hit fresh air and you decided Nat would be happier with you taking a 10 minute walk to control your emotions than go straight into training with her like this.

“You’re late.” A familiar voice growled as you pushed the gym door open and found two men waiting, one leaning casually against the wall, the other in a stiff stance with their arms crossed over their chest.

“Where’s Nat, I mean Agent Romanoff?” You swallowed as you forgot the formalities after becoming too familiar with Nat.

“Relax, I’m Sam.” Agent Wilson said before turning to his rigid partner. “Dude, you’re scaring her. The robot is-”

“Agent Barnes, the arm kind of gives it away.” You said with a shy smile.

“Are you here to train or talk?” Agent Barnes said, the usual grumpy tone slightly off as he tried to figure out why you looked familiar, assuming like you did that you had seen each other in passing at the compound.

“I mean, if there’s a choice…” You joked and Sam laughed but Agent Barnes' lips barely twitched. “Train it is.”

After two hours of getting your ass handed to you, they let you leave and you limped out of the gym grateful to be able to breathe something other than the overpowering masculinity of Captain America and the Winter Soldier. As much as it seemed like they hated each other you could see the truth but you kept your mouth shut, not wanting to be the one to tell them they were actually friends. Maybe if they kept making you try to fight without your power then you may resort to it.

“Wow, you look like shit.” Nat teased as she walked into your room with two plates of food.

“I feel like shit.” You groaned as you sat up and made space for her on your bed before inhaling the food after the appetite you had worked up. “My bruises have bruises.”

“It gets easier, trust me.” She said, hanging around for a while before noticing your yawns coming in quick succession. “Rest up, you’re going to need it.”

“Ok, this is getting stupid now.” You huffed as you looked around the forest and found it almost completely silent, no gunshots or explosions. There was only a growing rumble and a chill in the air, the temperature dropping by the second. Twin tracks rolled past you and you realised the sound was a train, quickly making its way along the tracks towards you. Narrowing your eyes at the train, you spotted a silhouette on the roof and slowly he came into focus.

You sprinted head on to the train, the railway sleepers forming steps for you to climb until you could jump onto the roof, landing beside the soldier as you found yourself in some frozen mountain range. “Well, this is a change at least.”

He couldn’t seem to hear you as he stared over the edge of the train and down the cliff face to the icy raveen below. His eyes were reflecting the sky and ice and you felt the panic holding him petrified in place, he couldn’t even move to touch his dog tag. Cursing softly to yourself, you fought against your natural urge to absorb his panic and instead worked to break him from his trance.

“Ok, let's rewrite this bad boy.” You mused as you looked at the train about to head into a tunnel.

Darkness enveloped you both and you pictured the change you wanted to see, feeling your body become harnessed as a speck of light began to grow, the tunnel coming to an end. A scream tore from your lips as you flew into the light and straight into a loop-de-loop. You looked over at the soldier, strapped just like you were into the carriage, hands gripping the harness that kept him from falling out. Your stomach turned as you exited the last loop and you were glad the ride was coming to a stop, the large signs for Coney Island coming into view.

“Are you my guardian angel?”

“I don’t think anyone has called me an angel.” You chuckled.

“They should.” He said with a smile and the ride came to a halt. “I’m Bucky.”

“Y/n.” You accepted his hand as he climbed out the ride first and he slipped it under his elbow to rest on his forearm.

“Let me win you the biggest teddy, it’s the least I can do to thank you for saving me yet again, angel.” He pleaded as he led the way to the carnival stalls. “I’m pretty good at hitting the bullseye.”

His timeless charm was seeping through the longer he went without the return of his nightmare and you found yourself nodding, enjoying the moment of joyous emotions rolling off him. There was a moment where clouds filled the blue sky as he raised the slug gun to his shoulder but with a wave of your hand the rifle turned to a modern nerf gun and he turned to you with a relieved smile as the clouds dissipated.

He pulled the trigger and a flower sprouted from the barrel and you laughed at the fake unamused look he gave you, his lips curling up at the corners before he laughed. Pulling the trigger a dozen more times, he plucked the bouquet from the end of the gun and held them out for you.

“I mean, it’s no giant teddy…” You teased as you took the peonies from his hand.

His hand planted on the bench and he vaulted over the top so that he could knock the bullseye down and grabbed the biggest teddy there was, one that was almost as big as he was. “One giant teddy for the dame.”

“Your honour is only surpassed by your skills of theft.”

His smirk left you unarmed and he grabbed your hand so that he could tow you to the next stall, then the next. You hadn’t laughed so much in your life as you played every arcade game there was. Win or lose, Bucky would get you a prize until you couldn't possibly carry anymore and you were sad you wouldn’t be able to take them with you when you woke up.

“Will I see you tonight, angel?” Bucky asked as he heard his alarm for the first time, never actually having slept long enough to hear it.

“Do you want to?”

“I want nothing more.”

He was already fading away but you hoped your answer made it through the veil before it was too late.

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Hello honey bunnies !!! I don’t know if you are comfortable writing it but I would really love to request some Mreader x Yelena I didn’t find any on Tumblr nor ao3🙃

Pairing: Yelena Belova x Male!reader

Warnings: character death mention, angst, mourning

Word count: 600

a/n: yes i made this angst i will do so whenever given the chance 👍

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Opposing the classic stereotype, it didn't rain when Y/N and Yelena visited Nat's grave for the first time. In fact, it was as clear as a day could possibly get. Not a single cloud speckled the bright blue skies, and the gentle breeze was not too strong nor was it absent.

If not given the current circumstances, Y/N and Yelena would've taken advantage of the sunny day to go out for a run with their dog, Fanny, or gone out on a picnic date. But, of course, they could not.

The two walked, side-by-side and in silence up the path, treaded upon so many times it was clear to see and find in the somewhat tall grass. Y/N glanced at Yelena, fighting the sudden urge to grab ahold of her slightly trembling hand. She kept her gaze ahead, frown growing the closer they got to the two trees where her sister lay, tilted away from each other to form a 'V' shape.

Several other graves lay scattered around Nat's, but it was clear none had been as visited as hers. The grave, freshly embedded into the soil, was crowned by flowers and surrounded by more. A few teddy bears, candles, and pictures could be seen among it all, as well. Y/N's stomach clenched, and his gaze immediately snapped towards Yelena. Not to his surprise, she kept as straight a face as possible. Everything in her face, apart from a deep, pained frown, seemed emotionless.

They got to the grave and while Y/N sat down before it, Yelena crouched and got to tidying the clutter. Moving pictures and bouquets around, she revealed the words carved into the lower part of the stone.

Daughter - Sister - Avenger

Y/N's words got caught in his throat. If there had even been any, in the first place. So he watched wordlessly until she felt she was done and moved back to sit beside him.

Y/N searched for the right words, distantly wondering if he should even speak at all. Before he could decide, Yelena beat him to it.

"Two years," she said, voice wavering. She pressed her palm to the soil, eyebrows pinching in barely held-back anguish. "I had her back for two years."

Y/N sighed and finally decided to take her free hand into his own. She squeezed it tightly, head dipping. Definitely not for the first time, his pain for Yelena grew when he recalled she'd been blipped, taking from her five whole years to spend with her sister.

"Two years to make up for almost a lifetime," she said, frustration seeping into her tone. Her hand trembled in Y/N's.

"I know," he whispered, moving closer to her, shoulders pressed together. "I know."

"She didn't- She never got to retire. To live out the rest of her life without being an Avenger or worrying about saving the world or-" her voice gave out, and Y/N didn't need to see the tears building up in her eyes to know she was about to break.

He twisted around and pulled her against him. And although he was uncomfortable and his side was straining with the awkward position, he let her cling to him.

"I'm sorry," now it was Y/N's turn to tear up. It was so unfair. He could remember as if it were yesterday how thrilled Yelena had been after finding her sister again. And now she had lost her all over again. For good this time.

After a while, Yelena rested her head on his shoulder, gazing tiredly at the gravestone.

"She loved you so much, you know that, right?" Y/N murmured after pressing a gentle, long kiss on her temple.

"I know," she said. "I know."

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a/n: fun fact i cried harder during the post-credit scene for this movie than i did watching marley and me 👍

Look at where you are, look at where you started

Almost as if he could sense you hadn’t thought beyond getting it off his face, he took hold of your wrist and raised it back to his mouth, tongue leisurely swiping along your thumb until it was clean. “Breathe, y/n.”

How can you fucking do this and then have the audacity to say breathe BUCKY FUCKING BARNES

The Surrogate [pt.2]

Bucky Barnes x fem!reader

Summary: Your regular visits to Bucky have you growing closer but you hold back from letting yourself feel anything more than friendship until a visit from Nat changes that. Warnings: 18+ only, pregnancy, oral (both receiving) WC: 3182 Set after Civil War, just before Infinity War and after End Game.

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Wakanda, early 2018

Dainty hands came to rest on your growing belly and you smiled as you woke to Nat knelt beside your bed, wearing your hoodie she must have stolen at some point.

“You’re back.” You hummed sleepily before making space for her to climb in the big bed. “How did it go?”

“Oh, you know, same old same old.”

She masterfully evaded giving you any real answer but you knew it must have gone fairly smoothly as she didn’t have the haunted look in her eyes she got when things went bad. She pressed her front to yours and you let your arm come to rest on her waist and let her imagine the bump was in her stomach and not yours.

“I heard what Bucky did for you two.” She said with a sniffle and dropped her forehead to yours. “I don’t know what I would do if I lost either of you.”

Your lips tipped up at the mention of his name before you sighed. “I should have been paying more attention. I'm sorry.”

“So, you and Bucky huh?” She asked as she pushed your shirt up and felt the stretching skin beneath her palm, waiting for some movement but so far only you could feel the flutters.

“Gross, I’m pregnant.” You laughed with a shake of your head. “It would be weird.”

“I haven’t seen you interested in anyone since I met you, if you like him you should tell him. Do you like him?”

“I like his company.” You answered, praying the baby would make a proper kick so its mother would be distracted. “He’s pretty funny in a surly, sarcastic kind of way.”

A small laugh was already trying to sneak its way past your lips as you remembered your visit the other day.

“You do like him!” She grinned. “Look, I know you don’t need it but if it's something you need to hear, you have my permission.”

“Permission for what exactly?” You quirked your eyebrow and watched a sly smile grow on her face.

“Do you want the answer in graphic terms or euphemisms? Because I will happily do either. Just be careful, I don’t need his super soldier dick breaking your waters because he’s so strong.”

“Jesus fucking Christ, Nat!” You gasped and sat up. “I don’t even know what to say to that…”

“What? Sex is natural, it’s nothing to be embarrassed about.” She smirked. “I used to go to these private clubs when I went too long without any-”

“Ok, thank you, Nat, I appreciate the thought.” You managed to say as your face heated up and you felt the need to pull the sheets back up over your face.

“He may only have one arm but I’m sure he knows exactly how to use it.”

She laughed at the strangled sound that fell from your lips before getting out of your bed.

“I have to go but I’ll be back for the 20 week scan.” She promised, leaning in long enough to press a kiss to your forehead then whisper foreign words to your bump before disappearing as fast as she arrived.

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Every time you saw Bucky now you couldn’t help but be reminded of Natasha’s words, they had been playing on your mind for weeks as you traipsed your way to his place, especially when he was expanding his garden and uprooting entire trees one handed.His bicep muscles bulged as his large hand wrapped around the trunks and toppled them down and all you could imagine was how else he used that hand. Goddammit Nat, as if my hormones were not already messed up enough. You shook the thought from your head and followed the path Bucky had scythed out of the grass for you since the snake incident.

“I think you have earned a break.” You said as you held up the bag of food you had brought.

You were treated to a smile that you hadn’t seen him give anyone else and felt the warm fluttering of butterflies in your belly as he went to the water's edge and washed the sweat from his face. He took the bag from your hand even though it wasn’t very heavy and led the way inside his hut. You looked around the room and noticed small changes that brought a fresh smile to your lips, especially the addition of a second cushion at the table.

“Smells amazing.” He said before he opened the bag. “I haven’t had a scone since my mom made them for Steve and I.”

“Your sense of smell is that sensitive?” You asked with a pitchy voice, suddenly hyper aware of the long walk you had taken to get there.

“Don’t worry, you smell good.” He chuckled before clearing his throat as he realised his words and returning to focus on opening the jar of jam with his fingers.

He was so self reliant that he would struggle through a task rather than asking for help but you didn’t think it was entirely due to stubbornness but born from being alone for so long. Placing your jacket on the hook screwed into the clay, you went to his side and held the jar so he could twist the lid off.

“I could’ve done it myself.” He frowned as he looked at you holding it.

“I know, but you don’t have to.” You said, reaching out to tuck back the long strands of hair that fell over his face.

His face was so close to yours that you couldn’t breathe and you wished he would close the distance and just kiss you. The baby had other plans as you felt the first real kick that sent your eyes wide and your jaw dropping.

“Are you alright?” Bucky asked with a sharp stab of concern as he saw you hand shoot to your stomach.

You didn’t even think, you just grabbed his arm and pressed his hand to your stomach and laughed as the kicks registered in his eyes. His eyebrows shot up his forehead and his lips broke apart with a wide, toothy smile as he felt the bumps prodding into his hand.

“Woah, never felt that before.”

The somersaults in your stomach were not entirely due to the kicks you were getting but mostly because Bucky’s hand was still resting on your skin, having brushed your shirt up to get even closer, and his calloused thumb was drawing small circles. You swallowed down the words that tempted you to break the silence but you didn’t want anything to disturb this moment as you looked into his fiercely blue eyes.

“Ay, white wolf.” Usso, a local man called from outside.

Your eyes shut with annoyance at the world and a huff that was echoed by Bucky as his hand fell away from your skin.

“Can’t catch a break.” Bucky muttered under his breath as he stepped back and went to see what his neighbour wanted.

You followed them outside and found the rainy season had stuck Usso’s cart in mud, Bucky giving you an apologetic look before setting off down the path to help pull it out. You took the disappearance of your biggest distraction to lay out two plates and prepared the scones that you had been craving. Curses announced Bucky’s arrival back and you frowned when his voice disappeared again, curious, you went outside to look for him.

Your breath caught in your lungs as you watched Bucky drop his shuka to the grassy bank and step into the water to wash the mud that practically covered him head to toe. You couldn’t look away if you tried and when he turned around to face you, you could do nothing but stare back. His hand gathered the water, cupping it and dropping it across his bare chest so it ran in streaks down his abs and over his thighs and you cursed that he still wore modern boxer briefs.

Your eyes burned as you reached the second minute without blinking and you desperately wished you were out there in the water with him, running your hands over his body and washing him clean. Your legs clenched together as another wave of desire left a pool gathering in your panties and you reminded yourself that oxygen was necessary to survive as he stepped out of the water and straight towards you.

“You’re staring, doll.” He said as he stopped in front of you, dirty shuka held beneath his white knuckled fist.

“Sorry.” You managed to whip back as you licked your dry lips. “That’s your thing.”

His lips teased you with a smirk and you felt the cool drips of water run down your arm as he leant forward, his wet hair falling over your shoulder.

“I don’t mind.”

He was already walking back to his hut before your baby brain could connect what he had said and what you thought he meant by it, what you hoped he meant by it. Disappointment hit you as you entered his home and found he had already draped a fresh shuka over his body, a look you couldn’t quite hide in time before he caught it. Any hope of what you thought might happen was doused as he took a seat on the cushion and patted the one he had made for you.

You were absolutely stuffed after two scones, with the room in your stomach being slowly encroached by a little human, and you sat back against the clay wall to rest as Bucky scarfed back almost all of the rest. You couldn’t stop the small giggle bubbling from your lips as the cream you had whipped caught on the short hairs above his lips, his tongue flicking out to try to gather it up.

“Here.” You smiled as you leant forward and caught the cream on your thumb.

Almost as if he could sense you hadn’t thought beyond getting it off his face, he took hold of your wrist and raised it back to his mouth, tongue leisurely swiping along your thumb until it was clean. “Breathe, y/n.”

Your chest shuddered as you took a shaky breath and laughed as he broke the intense stare, the familiar heat rising up your neck as you looked away. You busied your hands by gathering the empty plates and wrapping up the few remaining scones for Bucky to have later when you felt his presence behind you. You weren’t sure how long you could keep visiting when you could barely function in his presence but the thought of not seeing him sent nausea rolling in your stomach.

“Thank you.” He said quietly as he placed his hand low on your back and you automatically leant into the touch after complaining about the sciatica pain. “Is it still sore?”

You nodded, not trusting your voice as his hand began to massage your back, his super strength applying the pressure you couldn’t do yourself when you tried to ease the pain. A deep moan fell from your parted lips as you felt the pain ease for the first time since it appeared weeks earlier. It felt so good that you gripped the bench that held his kitchen supplies and pushed your hips back against his touch, feeling the hard press of his erection across your ass.

“Bucky?” You asked breathlessly and waited for his soft groan to let you know he was listening as neither of you moved. “Would it make things weird if I said my hormones have made me really…needy?”

“You need me?” He asked, sounding a little startled as his hand stopped massaging your back.

“Like really bad.” You nodded as you looked over your shoulder shyly. “Please?”

You practically whined as he pulled away and the absence left a heaviness in your chest you hadn’t expected to feel so soon. As quick as the sound left your lips you were spun around and his lips were on yours, soft and full beyond imagination and you moaned as his tongue slipped across your lips begging access. You opened to him completely as his arm curled around your back and his hand came to rest on your nape, controlling the kiss as your mind went blank to everything but him.

“How long have you been wanting this?” He asked as he began the tantalisingly slow path back up your neck.

You couldn’t lie when his tongue left your thoughts scrambled and you buried your fingers in his hair like you had been having the urge to do since the moment you met him. “Since Germany.”

A growl rumbled in his throat, sending a bolt of lightning straight to your core, and he pulled your body flush to his, his single arm able to easily support you as he walked back to the mattress on the floor. Your fingers were already working to untie the knot of his shuka when he reached his bed and you raised your arms as he tugged your shirt over your head. There wasn’t any time to feel self conscious about your changing body but you didn’t need to worry as his blue eyes bled to black and his lip was pulled between his teeth.

“So beautiful.” He murmured sweetly in your ear as he kissed the sweet spot beneath it and pushed your bra down so he could roll a stiff peak in his fingers.

“Ahh!” You cried out as you realised just how sensitive they were now and swore you almost came from the touch alone. “Oh, god, that feels so good.”

He reached back to unclip your bra as his tongue took over the delicious assault on your nipple and your knees grew weak as your pussy painfully clenched around nothing. Needing to feel more of him, your hands trailed down his chest until you reached the band of his boxers and you hooked in your fingers to push them down his hips. His mouth pulled away from your breasts panting as you stroked his hard length and felt the silken beads of pre-cum rolling down the veins that lined his cock.

“Fuck, y/n, harder.” He guided as he wrapped his hand around yours and showed you how tight he wanted your grip.

He dropped your hand as you squeezed him and his deep moan filled your ear before you dropped to your knees. His eyes fluttered open as he saw you knelt below him and he shook his head and stopped your strokes.

“Ladies first.” He said as he watched the confusion spread across your face. “Lay down, doll.”

You did as you were told, greedy for the orgasm that awaited you, and laid down on his thin, hard mattress that felt surprisingly good on your sore back. His hand popped the button on your jeans and you raised your hips so he could pull them off your legs, discarding them across the room with your drenched panties following. You could already see the look of appreciation radiating from his face as he took in every inch of your body laid before him and he brushed your legs apart so he could see your glistening core.

“So fucking wet for me.” He grinned as he settled himself between your legs, balanced on his elbow so he could slip in his fingers inside your dripping folds and curl them within you. “Oh, god, you are perfec-”

His words were lost as his lips pressed sloppy kisses to your clit and his tongue teased salacious circles around the bundle of nerves. Your legs were threatening to close around him as he started to curl his fingers over your g-spot and in time with his kitten licks on your clit, cries of pleasure filling the small room as he brought you closer to the edge of bliss. You needed something to hold and you reached for his hair, holding it tight and out of the way of his face so you could see his blue orbs roll up to look at you as he pushed you over the edge.

“Fuck, Bucky, that’s so fucking good, don’t stop, I’m gonna cum.”

You fell back into his pillow as waves of pleasure crashed over you and your pussy gripped his fingers tight, hips rolling as you rode out every lick and suck he was willing to give you. Over sensitive and completely sated you released your hold on his hair and collapsed as your head spun. His proud chuckle sent a fresh shiver across your skin and you watched his beard drip with your cum as he rose between your legs.

“I love hearing my name fall from those pretty lips.” He said as he knelt between your legs, stroking his cock that was dripping big beads out of the swollen tip.

“I can do other things with these lips too.” You said as you sat up and began to push him back into the mattress. “My turn.”

He mirrored your place just moments earlier and you knelt between his legs, gravity sending the warm pool of moisture between your legs running down your thighs. His back arched as soon as your lips pressed to his tip and the moan that followed spurred you to waste no time as you took him in your mouth. The heady scent of the cum that had escaped sent you wild and you just had to taste more of him.

“Christ, never felt anything so good.” He purred as he laced his hand in your hair and guided you up and down his cock.

You pressed your tongue flat across his shaft as you hallowed your cheeks and his hips bucked and jerked at the suction.

“Fuck, gonna cum.” He groaned as you felt his cock swell even more before the hot ropes of his cum filled your mouth.

You swallowed him down as you continued to milk him into a twitching mess and pulled away to wipe the spit that was running down your chin. His chest was heaving as he lay with his arm cast aside and his cock resting long between his legs. There wasn’t a more perfect sight you had ever seen.

“C’mere, doll.” He said as he nodded to his arm and you crawled into the narrow space left on his mattress, wondering if like with the cushions and the plates, whether he would now get a bigger bed.

“This isn’t going to be weird now, is it?” You asked as you curled into his side, draping a leg over his and your palm resting on his chest.

“Do you regret it?” He asked apprehensively as his fingers stopped tracing your spine.

“No, god no.” You hurried to respond before he worried. “Wish we did this weeks ago.”

“Good.” He pressed a kiss to your forehead so you looked up at him, then he kissed your lips until you forgot what you were talking about. “It isn’t weird.”

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A/N: so I'm guessing this will be either 3 or 4 parts, we will seen what happens as I write it lol

This Muslim woman took a photo in front of an anti-Muslim protest like a pro.

Did I already tell you that I FUCKING LOVE YOU ! This is so good maaaan

Hands That Heal - Ch. 1

Bucky Barnes x mechanic!fem!reader

A few background details before we start as they will come into the story throughout: You are a mechanic, you were blipped, your ex is a biker in a 1% gang, your father served as a marine with Chip and Dale - fraternal twins who are like weird uncles to you.

Summary: Bucky is looking for someone to repair his motorcycle but ends up finding something better.  Warnings: 18+ only, canon-typical violence, swearing, fluff, misogyny/degrading comments from some men. Word count: 3266

Chapters: 1 || 2 || 3 || 4 || 5 || 6 coming soon

The garage was busier than usual and you had barely stopped to take a break all day and it had left you cranky. The banter between the guys had been getting on your nerves, you were working hard and they were just milling about, smoking and cat calling any woman who walked past the open roller doors. Rolling out from under the chassis of a mint green ‘66 Shelby Cobra, you got up off the creeper and grabbed a wing nut that was lying around before tossing it at Chip’s head

“She’s younger than your daughter, you creep.” You chastised as he whistled to a girl in the local high school uniform.

“Old enough to bleed, old enough to butcher.” Dale laughed before holding his fist up to Chip to bump.

A disgusted growl erupted from your throat as you grabbed a torque wrench off the top of your tool box and watched their hands drop. They murmured apologies as they dispersed back to the cars and motorcycles they were meant to be working on. Metal clattered as you tossed the wrench back in your box and grabbed a bottle of water from the small bar fridge that was about 20 years past its prime and probably a fire risk.

You didn’t have time to even run across the street and get a pie from the bakery with the amount of cars that were piling up. Your reputation as the go-to person for high end cars and high spec motorbikes had spread far and wide, with people even flying their cars to your shop in the Bronx for repairs. Ignoring your grumbling tummy you laid back down on the creeper with the parts you had just collected and disappeared beneath the grimey undercarriage.

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King in your story

Viking Chief!Bucky x Princess!Reader (One shot)

Run-through: Everyone in your father’s Kingdom knows that the Vikings often raid the castle’s warehouses. They take anything they want. Food, gold, weapons. Although they never seem to hurt your subjects. But you had had enough. Given your training, and your need to defend your Kingdom, your father agrees to let you trap the Vikings and bring them in for negotiation because this habit of theirs needs to be stopped. You hated the Vikings, and you thought you always would. Until the moment you met a pair of blue eyes which made your world stand still. Bucky was the Chief of his people; muscular, rough and tumble, and arrogant. Not to mention a shameless flirt, and he got on your nerves the most. But you knew it from the very day you laid eyes on his very handsome face that no matter how hard you tried, some part of you couldn’t fully hate him, nor resist him - even if he was the rival.

Themes: viking!bucky, smut, fluff, banter, somewhat enemies-to-lovers, princess!reader, slight angst

a/n: this was meant to be short, but then I got carried away.

They came in great numbers in the dark of the night, every fortnight, like invisible but brave ghosts with only one goal - to steal and get away flawlessly without anybody seeing them.

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If the Punisher is brought into the MCU and he’s not played by Jon Bernthal, then I don’t want it.

How did I not hear about France banning hijabs? What’s going on?

long story short, there’s legislation in the process of being passed that would

ban girls under 18 from wearing any form of religious head covering in public, and although it’s obviously aimed at muslim women, it would also affect other faith groups that practice similar forms of modest dress

ban islamic swimwear in schools and public (there is already a modest swimwear ban in place at public beaches, this just extends it)

ban mothers wearing hijab from entering schools or participating in school field trips or extra curriculars

ban the slaughter of halal poultry - the cheapest and most easily accessible form of meat protein for the muslim community

extend school hijab bans to universities

prevent muslim women from choosing healthcare providers based on gender (which many muslim women prefer to do, since many exams require removal of clothing, etc)

ban muslim parents from homeschooling

force halal markets to sell pork and alcohol or face closure

ban foreign flags at weddings