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MOB!BUCKY MASTERLIST

18+ | Mob!Bucky x Best Friend!Reader

the adventures of bucky and his little fairy.

recommended to be read in order, but most can be read as standalones.

just let me see them

your best friend, bucky, has done some research about makeup for you. it's imperative that you show him your boobs.

look at me forever

continuation of just let me see them.

watch me cry

request: can you write some with mob!bucky x best friend!reader where he makes her cry and they stop talking for awhile? please make it angsty!!

big mouth

you have a bad habit of running your mouth when you're tipsy. luckily, your best friend is always prepared to help you out of any trouble that big mouth of yours gets you in.

tug of war

ex!pietro wants you back, but bucky will never give you up. you're his, and his alone.

just like a fairy

the start of the most loving friendship in history.

how you love me

bucky's high out of his mind, and paranoid about saving you from apparent danger. taking advantage of the fact that he won't recall any of this, you reveal your true feelings to him.

play pretend

in order to appease his uncle, bucky needs to prove that he's a family man. what better way to get that image across than with a loving wife? there's only one problem: bucky doesn't have a wife. he does, however, have a little fairy.

Also this mood board is so hot I couldn’t concentrate while reading the fist paragraphs of two minds one body

Fist of all : HOT 🥵

Second Ihate tumblr and how it refuses to notify my me even though I clicked on the bell for you 😭

Two Minds, One Body || Mafia!Bucky [pt2]

Mafia!Bucky x fem!reader

Chapter Summary: Now that you are a permanent fixture in Bucky and Winter's life they treat you as their queen. Have mercy on anyone who disrespects their queen. Warnings: 18+ only, smut, mafia typical threat of violence WC: 2864

Main Masterlist || Bucky Masterlist || Part One ||

When you had been asked to pack a bag for a night away, you had thought you were going somewhere further than New York City. The confusion had been clear on your face as your driver parked outside a gated brownstone, but before you could ask why you were there the front door opened to reveal Bucky. His usual business attire had been ditched in exchange for a dark blue cashmere sweater that set his eyes alight and the way it hugged his chest had you itching to run your hands over it.

The only sign that he wasn’t as relaxed as he tried to appear was the crystal tumbler of whiskey hanging from his fingertips and the way his hair tipped to one side, the result of his fingers constantly brushing through the strands. Your driver was at your side and opening the door just as Bucky cleared the gate and you stepped onto the pavement and into his waiting arms. He may have only been gone one day but it was more than enough to have missed his presence at home.

“I’m so glad to see you, doll.” Bucky whispered quietly into your ear as his eyes scanned the street. “Let’s get inside.”

Whatever timeless age the outside held was gone the moment you stepped over the threshold. High ceilings and open spaces were modernised and surprisingly minimalist compared to the decor of the mansion upstate, but it was just as stunning. Bucky’s hand was low on your back as he guided you through the foyer and down a hall to his office at the back. You were suddenly nervous as he closed the door behind you and placed his glass on the mahogany desk.

He dropped heavily into his chair and turned his attention to the wall of glass that overlooked the private backyard and shimmering pool. A tension hung in the air and you were surprised Winter was making his way to the surface as Bucky chewed on his bottom lip and twirled a pen mindlessly in his hand. Suddenly he dropped the pen back on the desk and patted his lap, your movements slower than normal as you tentatively approached him.

“I need your help.”

Whatever you thought he was going to say could not have come close and your lips parted as you took a breath and sat on his lap. “Whatever you need, baby.”

“A warehouse of mine was raided today. There was meant to be an auction tonight.” He said as he tipped his head back and sighed as your hands massaged the tight muscles on his shoulders. “We are sitting on $100 million cash and this auction was how we were going to wash it.”

You didn’t know where he was heading with it as he reached for his whiskey and swallowed the amber liquid back, sucking his teeth as the alcohol burnt down his throat. “I need to know if you were serious when we met.”

You nodded as you remembered what you said in an attempt to hopefully save your life. “You can launder money digitally without losing, I'm sure. I had a lot of time to think of business and criminal ventures when I was trapped in that marriage.”

“I need you to show me how, doll. If I can’t get rid of this cash quick we are all fucked.”

You stood up and turned around so you could sit facing his computer, already bringing up different websites. “You’re familiar with cryptocurrency, right?”

“Some of our overseas partners use it.” He nodded. “We have wallets with Ethereum, Litecoin, Cardino and a few others.”

“Good. What about NFT’s?” He shrugged and you brought up an image that looked like a child had made on Microsoft Paint. “Buying, trading and selling of unique digital media. It can be as basic as this shit or actual art but they are legitimate sales and can be almost completely anonymous with crypto.”

He leant forward to look closer at the website and scanned over the information, his mind processing it efficiently. “I’ll need a few more shell companies, but that's simple enough to do.”

“Buy a few of these cheaper ones and sell them to yourself for a few hundred thousand.” You nodded. “Crypto takes care of the rest, money washed.”

“Set it up.”

“Wait, what?” You gasped, spinning around to see if he was joking.

“This is your baby.” He reclined back with a smile, reaching into his pocket for his phone and wallet. “Get whatever you need to make it happen.”

No one had ever trusted you to do, well, anything. You had just been an item to trade and barter with and now Bucky was treating you as his equal. Sensing your hesitation, he pulled you closer and cupped your face as his lips brushed softly over yours. Your body relaxed in his embrace, moulding into him as you wrapped your arms around his neck.

“If you need any help, I’ll be right here.” He reassured you as he broke away, leaving you to catch your breath.

You took a deep breath and nodded, mentally telling yourself that you could do this. You had made a million plans in your head on how to hide money on the off chance you had been able to save some up and escape your previous marriage that you knew you had the idea right, you just needed to execute it. Turning back to the computer you were stopped and Bucky shook his head.

“Start tomorrow, doll. I asked you down here so I could take you out. How does dinner and dancing sound?”

“Sounds like you are trying to court me.” You teased him as you twirled your fingers around the hairs hanging longer at his nape. “I think you are just trying to get me in your bed.”

His rich laugh sent warmth pooling between your legs and his hand trailed up your leg as if he could sense it. “Definitely. In my bed, in my shower, on my desk…everywhere.”

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Bucky’s eyes darted around the room that was far too busy for his liking, there were too many exposure points and he had precious cargo with him. Everybody that brushed too close to you had his fingers inching closer to the gun on his hip and you stepping closer under his arm.

“There something I should know?” You asked as you noticed the stiffness that was usually reserved for Winter.

“No, I just don’t particularly like it here.” He said as he continued his survey of the nightclub’s ground floor.

“You don’t like it?” Your laugh briefly pulled his attention away and your hand resting on his chest had his cock twitch. “Honey, you own it.”

“I own half this city.” He pointed out before spotting a familiar face and his eyes darkened to azure.

“Win, what’s wrong?” You asked as you noticed the switch, following his line of sight to your ex-husband. Your evening had been going so well, starting with dinner at Chef’s Table then a few cocktails at Little Branch before heading to the nightclub for some dancing. In an instant the mood was gone. “Fucking marvellous.”

“I’ll deal with him.” Winter said chillingly. “Go with Nico and order a drink while I take out the trash.”

“Don’t take too long, there’s only two names on my dance card.” You whispered as you tiptoed to reach his ear, placing a quick kiss to his racing pulse.

“Kukolka…” he groaned as he fought the urge to take you to his office upstairs and fuck you on another of his desks.

“Sorry.” You said with a soft chuckle.

“No you’re not.” He said before snapping his fingers at Nico to get his attention and leaning down into your ear. “I’ll deal with you later, now go.”

You drew your bottom lip between your teeth as you imagined just how he would deal with you and you couldn’t wait. Two drinks later you were squirming on your bar stool. Between the music and the thought of Winter you just couldn’t sit still. Climbing off, you felt the room slightly spin and decided not to finish the half full glass.

“Would you like some water, ma'am?” Nico asked as he watched you grab the bartop.

“I think that is probably a good idea.” You admitted as you tried to act sober and failed.

After a refreshing glass of water you decided to make your way into the crowd filling the dancefloor, needing something to distract you from the absence of you boyfriend. A moment of insecurity hit you as you swayed to the music and you noticed the crowd move away from you. You didn’t think you had stood on anyones toes and the dozens of bottles of perfumes Bucky had bought were mouthwatering so it wasn’t that either. Turning around though, you saw exactly what had sent them spilling to the edges of the room.

Winter’s air of dominance was almost palpable as his eyes roamed your body, you hips begging him to grip them tight as he showed every man exactly who you belonged to. He had seen the way the others had been eyeing you up, and if Nico hadn’t been there to stop their filthy fingers from getting close he would have been splitting his knuckles on another man. He had only just left your ex-husband unconscious against the dumpsters out back, he would have no problem adding more bodies to it.

Your body was burning for his touch as he continued to watch, his chest puffing from the fight he had just had and the sight before him. Holding your hand out, you curled your finger in invitation and his lips teased a hint of a smile that only you could see. To everyone else he looked cold and unfeeling and he stepped closer like he was stalking his prey, this was the deadly mob boss with a reputation of getting his hands dirty. To you, you saw the fire in his eyes and welcomed his touch, your thumb softly brushing the fresh bruises on his knuckles before they came to rest on your hips.

“You started without me, kukolka.” He murmured low into your ear just loud enough to be heard over the music.

Turning in his arms so you could roll your hips and grind your ass over his cock, you leant back into his chest to look up at him with a smirk. “You were taking too long. I had to get your attention somehow.”

You should have known he would be a good dancer, the way he held you close and rolled his body in time with yours should have been illegal. It almost was illegal some of the things his hands were doing but he just stopped short of fucking you on the dancefloor. Just. The build up was leaving you dizzy and you could feel your arousal pooling in your panties with every beat of the heavy bass playing around you. Filth fell from Winter’s mouth between the kisses and sucks he was trailing along your neck and you felt like you could almost reach bliss without a single touch to your needy cunt.

“Win, unless you want everyone here to know how I look when I cum, we need to leave.” You begged as the throbbing between your legs left your chest rising and falling rapidly with sharp breaths.

“Upstairs.”

You could barely keep up as he raced towards the stairs that led to his office above the club and his fingers almost slipped from yours twice before you made it there. His hand was just about to turn the doorknob when Nico shouted over the music. A deep groan escaped his gritted teeth as he turned to find Nico holding his hand over his phone, worry indenting lines across his face.

“Got a situation, boss.”

Winter’s barely audible curse left you hiding the disappointment you felt, knowing your night had come to a halt earlier than planned. You gave him a small smile in return for the apologetic look he was giving you and he held his phone out to accept the call of whoever was on the other line. “This might take a while, doll. Nico, call the car around.”

He was about to head into his office where it was quiet enough to take the call but you pulled him to a stop, stealing your kiss goodnight before he regrettably pulled. “I’ll be home as soon as I can.”

He bit his lip as your hands trailed down his abs to hover over the bulge trapped in his pants. “Then you’ll deal with me?”

“Oh, doll.” He chuckled. “I’ll do more than just deal with you, I’m going to ruin you.”

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You could hear Winter’s angry rock music leaving you a trail of aural breadcrumbs to follow and you found the sound escaping the doors to the gym. Sweat was beading along his forehead as he lay there bench pressing an insane amount of weight, his legs spread wide to balance himself. The ropes of muscles in his arms strained to push the bar back up but still he kept going, so focused on finishing his reps that he didn’t notice you slipping inside.

“I missed you last night.”

You straddled his waist and he locked the bar over the hook so his hands were free to roam your body. You were still in one of his shirts you slept in, the edge riding up your thighs as he looked down to find you weren’t wearing anything underneath. His cock was already straining against the loose shorts he wore and you rolled your hips to sate your need for friction. You had waited up but after the dawn rays broke through the gap in the curtain you gave in to your exhaustion, it must have been important if it kept him out all night.

“Had some shit to deal with.” He tone admitted he missed you too as he felt the heat of your core calling to him.

“I had to take care of myself.” You pouted, reaching up your shirt to tease your nipples. “That’s how much I missed you.”

His chest vibrated with a possessive growl and he lifted you from his lap just long enough to push his shorts over his hips, impaling you with one well aimed thrust.

“Oh fuck.” You cried at the sudden fullness, swearing that you could feel him as your hand pressed to your stomach.

“Show me.” Winter grunted as your feet lifted off the ground with each sharp rut up into you. “Show me how you touch yourself.”

Your jaw went slack with ecstasy and you ran two fingers over his full pick lips until he opened his mouth for them, tongue working around them until they were nice and wet for you. Your heavenly sigh filled the air as you teased your clit and rolled your hips, riding Winter as he laid back and enjoyed the show. Your free hand tweaked your stiff peaks and the residual feelings from the nightclub plus everything he was doing quickly had you falling into your first orgasm.

Your pleasure was like a naked flame, your body the fuse and Winter the explosive. Seeing you ignite sent Winter into action. His large hands splayed across your back and he pulled you down, chest to chest as he took the control back. His hips pistoned furiously into you and your body had no time to recover from the first orgasm, the waves continuing to rippled through you, pussy gushing around his cock and down your legs.

“Fuck, Win, oh god, too much!” You cried as your legs fell slack around the bench and you gave yourself over to him.

“Wanna feel you come around me again.” He panted as he starved off his release to feel yours first.

Your head was shaking, but you couldn’t find the words to deny him as your walls began to flutter and tighten more with every rough pound of his body ramming yours. You tried to pull away as ghostly touches of fire spread over your skin but he took your hands and pinned them behind your back.

“Fuck, fuck, Winter, please.” You begged as tears sprung to your eyes.

“Take it, kukolka, you take it so well.”

You sagged with relief as your pussy began to pulse and he groaned as your body milked his cock, the hot ropes releasing with his heavy breathes that blew cool air across the fire that consumed your body. His hands released the grip on yours and pulled the limp limbs up to his neck so you could play with his hair while you recovered.

“I always liked waking up alone, until now.” You murmured as your mind remained in a cum-clouded haze.

“I wish I could promise that it wouldn’t happen again but our line of work makes it impossible.”

You looked up to see Bucky, his softer touch running soothingly up and down your spine.

“Then I’ll be content with the nights we do have.”

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Hi I had an idea and though I’d request it if you don’t mind. Asgard didn’t get destroyed, Thanos was defeated and Loki is alive. Thor is king and invites the avengers to Asgard for a ball and an announcement. During a tour the team sees Loki in the gardens and are like “wtf is he doing out of prison”. They see him laughing and whispering to a woman. Thor calms them and tells them that the special announcement is Lokis betrothal. They get introduced the the reader (princess whatever) and are shocked because she’s delicate and sweet where Loki is dark and mischievous. Loki and Thor share a smirk because they know what a fierce warrior she is on the battlefield yet can be dainty and ladylike in court.

This was cute! I essentially used your request as the background to this scene. I hope you enjoy! Warnings: small fight scene, mostly fluff WC: 1081

The Light to his Dark || l.l

You were everything he was not, perhaps that was why you were perfect for him. When you met Loki, something just clicked. You never feared him, despite the vicious stories that were spread among the Asgardian gossip circles, you found his presence calming and his mannerisms sweet.

“Why would he invite the avengers here?” Loki growled as he paced the gardens his mother used to tend.

“Maybe it is to show them that you were not the boy who made those mistakes but a man who is ready to take responsibility?” You offered as you carefully picked a ripe and glowing starfruit. “I would like to visit Midgard someday, it sounds like an awfully exciting place.”

“Awful is one way to put it.” He muttered as he dropped into one of the cane loungers and produced a book from his cloaks. “The only good thing they have is a decadent beverage called coffee.”

You skipped over to his spot, eager to hear his many tales, and nudged the book aside so you could take the space on his lap. “What is it?”

“The production of it is something of a mystery but it rejuvenates like nothing else I have tasted. I swear rest was far from my mind after imbibing the black solution.”

“That sounds like something that would be useful on our wedding night.” You teased as you trailed a hand down his leather clad chest.

“I hope you are not implying what I think you are implying, my love.” He quirked an eyebrow daringly. “You are my very own shot of coffee, the moment I taste you on my lips, sleep is far from my mind.”

He shifted his long legs so that you fell closer to him and took the opportunity to claim your lips as they parted with your surprised gasp. You could feel his triumphant smirk without even having to open your eyes but his kiss was evaporating all thoughts of reprimanding him for giving you a fright. You had come to know and love all of his traits and knew the mischievous streak was embedded in his nature and was just like breathing to him, you could hardly ask him not to.

“We need to go, I still need to prune Frigga’s roses.” You sighed as you pulled out of his embrace rising from the chair with him in tow.

Your stomach fluttered as you caught the glint in his green eyes and looked towards the rose gardens across the palace courtyard. “Race you.”

To anyone who saw you at a glance they would see the royal socialite, a goddess in her own right, dainty and precious as your movements flowed like water. You came from the lineage of spring personified and where you went life blossomed, flowers bloomed and fruit sweetened. But that was not all you were, you were trained by Frigga herself to protect the palace and the Asgardians who resided within it.

You hadn’t noticed that the Avengers had arrived with King Thor, stepping out of the grand palace and into the courtyard that was surrounded by the gardens and orchards. They were watching with curious eyes as you rose from the cane chaise and pulled Loki to his feet, tucking a wayward lock of dark hair behind his ears and a smile gracing your face. His lips trailed along your jaw as he locked eyes on the group watching and whispered something in your ear.

You spun away from him with excitement, the layers of your dress billowing out as you raced to exit the orchard first. It was only the feel of air shifting that had you ducking in time to see Loki’s blade bury itself in a tree trunk. Your laugh filled the air as you swiped it out of the tree, pressing a palm over the cut and healing it before throwing the dagger back.

“Playing dirty already, my love?” You teased as you turned and froze.

The Avengers had seen Loki attacking a maiden and taken no time in surrounding him with their primitive weapons. The grass seemed to swell beneath your feet, flowers sprouting as you pushed your way between them to place yourself firmly in the way.

“Thor!” You hissed as he stood alone, chuckling to himself. “Please kindly tell your guests to put their weapons away before I am forced to draw my own.”

“Um, excuse me, but didn’t he just try to kill you?” A man with a red iron suit said as he tipped his mask back. “You really want to protect him?”

“Please, if you think I could kill her then you are even more of a fool than I thought, Stark.” Loki scoffed and stepped closer behind you to rest his hands on your hips.

Thor grinned as he stepped over to the group. “My friends, let me introduce you to Lady y/n, Loki’s betrothed.”

You could almost feel the pride radiating off Loki as his thumbs drew small circles on your hips, leaving you to go through the introductions while they tried to ignore his presence. You could already feel them softening to you, the sense of calm that came from sitting next to a softly bubbling stream surrounded by open air and fragrant flowers in the breeze. Your light nature was as strong as Loki’s dark, balancing each other.

“Loki has changed, you’ll see.” Thor promised.

“Last time I saw you, you were trying to kill everyone, where are you at these days?” A seemingly nervous man asked as his hand wrung together.

“It varies from moment to moment.” You turned enough to slap Loki’s stomach and he huffed with a roll of his eyes before clearing his throat. “That was a joke. I no longer have the grandeur plans of decimating your cities and wielding my power over your rudimentary species.”

“I’m sorry about him, he doesn’t get out much, as you can tell.” You laughed to ease the tension. “I hope to see you at the ball this evening. Excuse us.”

You half dragged Loki away as he waved back at the others, his smile never wavering until you were back into your apartment in the palace.

“Well that was certainly entertaining.” He chuckled as he dropped onto the canopy bed.

“Loki.” You sighed, climbing in beside him. “Please play nice tonight, for me? This is our celebration.”

He answered with a kiss as he pulled you closer in his arms. “Anything for you.”

God I LOVE YOU SO MUCH !

You cannot imagine how this mad me happy from the moment I started reading I had a smile on my face !! It feels so good to read something that I can relate to a 100% !

(Also I’m sorry for reading it so late I had a busy day but I was so exited when I saw the notification)

I cannot explain how grateful I am for this ! THANK YOUUU

It was perfect 🤩

Heeey babeee !! I wanted to ask something but only if you are comfortable writing about it

Bucky with Muslim reader and like him kinda learning about it because you know the 40’s and like maybe him being confused at first and like with time he learns about it and start doing things for the reader to make it easy on her

(Idk if this ask makes sens I’m kinda scared to send it because when I ask for Muslim reader people just ignore me )

Since it’s almost Ramadan I have based it around this ❤️ Thank you for entrusting me with this, I hope you enjoy it xx No warnings just sweet Bucky and fluffiness!

Ramadan with Bucky

The kitchen was busier than usual, then again most days were busier than usual with half the population suddenly reappearing. There were twice as many hungry mouths to feed and yet the volunteer numbers had dropped off to take care of their own families who had returned. Not one to complain, you worked twice as fast to dish up plates of food for the people desperate for what could possibly be the only meal they had that day.

“Heads up, your boyfriend’s here.” Your friend nudged you as she nodded her head to the door.

You looked up and smiled as Bucky made his way through the crowd, a few of the veterans stopping him to shake hands until he reached the table you were set up at. He pulled on a pair of gloves and squeezed through the other volunteers, asking to swap places until he was next to you and in charge of putting a bread roll on each plate that went by. You hadn’t been sure he would actually come when you first invited him but a year later he was still there every week, albeit when hero duty called.

The day Bucky moved into the building you had been living in was the day everything changed for you. His company seemed to make everything better no matter how rough your day was, even before you got to talking just a smile across the hall could make all the difference. It had taken him weeks to summon the courage and talk to you until one day when you both arrived at the building door at the same time.

“I hope it’s not too forward of me but do you want to go to lunch?” He asked nervously. “With me, um, obviously.”

You had chuckled as he tipped his head back and whispered ‘seriously, Bucky” to himself before you shook your head. “I would love to but I can’t right now, it’s Ramadan.”

His eyebrows pinched together at the unfamiliar word and he fidgeted with his house keys. “Uh, yeah it’s no worries. I get it.”

“You have no idea, do you?”

He shook his head with a shy smile. “I have no idea, but I would love to hear you tell me about it.”

That was a year ago and Bucky had come so far.

“Ramadan mubarak.”

His greeting warmed your heart and you felt your neck heating up under your hijab as you returned the greeting. “Has Sam been giving you lessons?”

“He tried but apparently I’m not very good at listening to him. At least that's what I think he said.”

His lopsided grin left you disarmed and it wasn’t until your friend nudged you that you remembered what you were doing and handed another plate of food over with an apology.

“I was thinking, you should invite your family over for iftar.” You nearly dropped the plate you were holding at his suggestion. “It’s closer to the mosque from our place anyway.”

“Are you sure?” You asked between handing over plates. “I don’t want you to feel pressured.”

“I’m sure, doll. It’s your religion, a part of who you are. Plus, I think it’s time I met your family. Unless you don’t want me to.”

“Of course I do.” You assured him with a smile. “I’d really like that.”

You were exhausted as you walked up the many flights of steps to your apartment, the first week of fasting leaving you tired at the end of the day. Thankfully Bucky was with you, carrying your bags and promising you that you were almost at the top as he helped you with his arm around your back. He took your keys and unlocked the door, getting you settled on the couch while he hung your bag behind the door.

“Get some rest, doll.” Bucky said as he pressed his lips to your forehead. “I’ll see you later.”

He draped the blanket from the back of your couch over your body as you nestled into the cushions to have a rest before it was time for iftar. You could still remember his confusion last year when you had explained Ramadan. He had grown up during the Great Depression and found it difficult to understand why you would fast when he had first hand felt the hunger pains of a home empty of food. After listening to your explanation and asking a few questions of his own, he had understood and wanted to help make the month long celebration easier for you.

“I forgot to say,” Bucky’s voice startled you as the door opened and you hadn’t expected him to come back to your apartment until sunset so you had removed your hijab, “I went to the market earlier. Oh, sorry!”

He spun around, facing his own apartment door as you pulled the blanket over your head to protect your modesty with a squeak and you repinned the material in place, checking your hair was all tucked away before lowering the blanket.

“I should have knocked, shit, I’m sorry.” He dropped his head.

“It was an accident.” You gave him a small smile so he would relax a bit and nodded to the bag in his hand as you stood up. “What’s that?”

“Oh, yeah I went to the market and got you some fresh dates.” He said holding it up. “I figure like most things they have to be better when they are fresh.”

“Thank you, Bucky.” You said as your voice threatened to break at the sweet thought. “I invited my parents over tonight, I hope you don’t mind, they sounded really excited. My father wanted to know if you would come with us to the mosque after dinner.”

“I don’t think I would be welcome in any holy place.” His lips pulled into a sad smile. “The things I did as the Winter Soldier…”

“If any one does evil or wrongs his own soul but afterwards seeks God’s forgiveness, he will find God Oft-forgiving, Most Merciful.” You recited as you took his metal hand in his. “You are welcome but only come if you are comfortable. There are lots of people who come and observe during Ramadan, you wouldn’t be alone.”

“Wouldn’t I be with you?” He frowned, he always walked you there and waited outside but what went on inside the mosque was still something of a mystery to him.

“Women have a separate space for prayer.”

“So you father was-”

“Wanting to spend time with you.” You grinned. “That’s a good thing.”

“Ok.” He nodded, his back straightening as his resolve set in. “I can do this, it’ll be good.”

“You’ve got this.” You said with a squeeze to his hand. “I’m sure you’ve met plenty of women's parents in your 107 years.”

“Never, actually.” He laughed as he pulled you into a hug. “In my day we only met parents if we were serious or thinking about proposing.”

“I’m glad you think this is serious.”

“I’ve never been so serious in my life.” He admitted softly. “Imagine if Steve could see me now. He would love you, but probably think you are too kind for my surliness.”

“You’re not surly, ok, not so much anymore.” You said as you stifled a yawn.

“Get some rest, I won’t distract you anymore.” He said as he released you from the hug.

“I’ll see you later, right?” You asked as he opened your door. “When mom and dad get here?”

“Wouldn’t miss it for the world.”

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Omg you mothers are amazing !!!

I really cannot understand how you manage to do so much !! 😭

I’m sending you all the love ❤️ !! And good luck for everything!

And it blows my mind how you can write such good fics while having so little time ! YOU ARE AMAZING 🤩

Blessing you with these two fine ass men because I haven’t been able to interact with you today and I missed you 🥺❤️

I miss you too!!! Work is kicking my ass today and I haven’t had a second to write anything 😢

I’m just going to spend my break drooling over these handsome men 🤤🤤🤤 ahhhh I need to watch season 6 so I can remember how sexy Tommy is!

Ps: I got your request and I am happy to write it babe ❤️❤️

hiya love!!

a bucky x reader idea i think you’d pull off with your amazing writing 😘

i thought of it in 2 different au’s, one more regency type and one that’s mafia/mob (personally leaning more towards mafia). the reader is currently in an arranged marriage with a husband who has gambled all their money away and now is in debt with the wrong people (aka buck).

the twist in this is that bucky and the winter solider are a split personality and often switch between the two. winter deals with the more gory and dirty work of leading the mafia and bucky deals with the parts such as mingling, the business deals, etc. winter is willing to forgive the husbands debt in exchange for the reader. reader pretty much hates her husband and while she’s scared to meet the head of the mafia and essentially become his property, she slowly learns about bucky and winter and grows to love them both and gets treated as the queen she deserves.

Thank you nonnie! This is such a cool idea and was so fun to write ❤️ I hope you enjoy it!

Two Minds, One Body || Mafia!Bucky

Warnings: 18+ only, smut, mafia typical threat of violence, could be considered dark! to start with since it's technically kidnapping and then technically cheating WC: 4.4k ... I got carried away

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You stared blankly at the cashier wondering if this was some sort of sick joke. “Try it again, something is obviously wrong with your system.”

“I’m sorry ma’am, your card has been declined.” She said as she handed the card back. “Insufficient funds.”

You could feel the judgement radiating off the people in the line behind you and your face flushed with embarrassment, this had never happened before. Swiping the card from her fingers you stormed out of the grocery store and already had your phone to your ear.

Your heart stilled as the bank manager repeated what the previous person had already told you, but you still couldn’t believe it. You wouldn’t normally be so rude but your life was crumbling apart and you just didn’t have the capacity to be polite at that moment. With shaking hands you hung up and pounded your fist into the steering wheel with a scream.

“Hey Siri, call Asshole.”

“Calling Asshole.”

You buckled your seatbelt across you as the dial tone filled the speakers in the car and you were merging with traffic as the call connected to your husbands phone.

“How the fuck could you go and do that!” You screamed as he answered.

“Look, it’s fine, I’m sorting it out.”

“It’s fine?” You laughed humorlessly. “I couldn’t buy our damn groceries! That’s not fine! If my parents knew-”

“You’re parents don’t give a fuck about you. Shit, they couldn’t get rid of you fast enough. Who do you think arranged this marriage?” He sneered. “Look, I’ve got to go, I’m a bit busy to deal with your shit too. Just don’t go home if you like living, not until I get this guy's money back.”

Your car slammed to a stop as four blacked out SUVs closed in around you and panic gripped your throat. Traffic honked their horns as the road was blocked but they soon fell silent as the doors opened and men piled out. The last one that stepped out held himself differently from the rest and he leisurely buttoned his suit jacket as if the city ran on his schedule.

“Who else’s money did you piss away?” You whispered only to find the call had been disconnected and you felt the blood draining from your face.

You couldn’t move as your car idled and the man stalked his way towards you, eyes hidden by the designer sunglasses he wore. He looked like he was better suited to walking a runway than the dirty streets of New York but there he was making his way closer to you, the flash of a gun peeking from his hip with every step until he came to a stop beside your door. His knuckles rapped on your window and you trembled as you wondered whether you could just not open the door, maybe you would wake up from this nightmare any second.

“This will go a lot smoother if you just open the door, doll.” He said as he pulled his sunglasses off and pierced you with his ice blue eyes.

Your fingers turned the key and the engine fell silent before you slipped them between your knuckles. You tried to gather every ounce of courage you had as you unlocked the door and he pulled it open, his other hand offered out to you. You brushed it aside and stepped out yourself, ignoring the smirk he held when he saw your keys like a spiked knuckle duster in your fist.

“You have more guts than that poor excuse of a man you married.” He said with a Brooklyn accent.

“A slug has more guts than him.” You fired back.

His laugh was echoed by his guards but he was the one that held you captive and his smile disarmed you. You hadn’t expected the infamous New York mob boss to be so charming, or young for that matter. Most you had seen in the news were old men, well past their prime.

His hand unfurled your fist and took your keys, tossing them to one of his men before his hand came to rest on your lower back, guiding you to his Lincoln. “Let’s go for a ride.”

“That’s not a question is it?”

His lips tipped up as he looked down at you and he shook his head. “No, you have no choice in what happens from here.”

The charm was gone in an instant and the chilling dread seeped back in your bones as he held his door open for you, hand urging you to move with the promise he had the strength to throw you inside if you didn’t move. Stepping up into the luxury SUV left his hand sliding down over your ass and you swore you heard him inhale sharply before his touch was gone.

“Where to, Mr Barnes?”

His eyes flicked to yours before he looked back to the rearview mirror his driver was facing and waiting for an answer. “Home.”

You watched the driver's eyebrows pinch together but he didn't say anything as he pulled away from the street, letting the traffic resume behind him.

“You should put your seatbelt on, doll.” Mr Barnes said as he looked over your body.

“At this point I don’t see what difference it makes.” You sighed, resigned to your fate. “I’m not stupid, I have heard the stories about you Mr Barnes. I figure I am dead either way.”

He sighed and reached over your body, his rich cologne filling your senses as he grabbed your belt and buckled it in. “You can call me Bucky.”

“I could call you a lot of things.” You whispered under your breath as you turned to watch the busy streets go by, slowly finding the city giving way to the more open landscape of Upstate New York. “You know, if you are planning on using me to get your money back it won’t work.”

“And why is that?” Bucky asked curiously, having watched you the entire length of the journey.

“He doesn’t care about me.” You broke away from where you had been watching his reflection in your window and looked him dead in the eye. “He is probably glad to see me gone.”

His eyes stared into yours, almost inhumanly still as they tried to draw the thoughts straight from your head. “You actually believe that.”

“Our parents arranged our marriage, it wasn’t something we, well I, had any choice in.” You turned back to the window, unable to hold his intense stare any longer and silence fell back over the car as you wondered where the Eastern European lilt suddenly came from.

The convoy of cars pulled up at an impressive set of gates and it was the only way you could see where you were heading as the rest was hidden by high brick walls that surrounded the property. The driveway seemed impossibly long as it snaked through a woodland that seemed straight out of A. A. Milne's stories and you found your breath misting up the window as you leant in to have a closer look.

You looked back at Bucky to see if he was as enamoured by the view as you were but he was busy typing away on his phone, probably desensitised to the sight since it was his home. You were caught watching him and the way he bit his lip as he concentrated on whatever message or email he was composing that you missed the first impression of seeing his home come into view.

“I thought you were enjoying the scenery.” He murmured without looking up from his phone and you startled as you spun your head to turn away only to find the car coming to a stop outside the grand home.

“Holy shit.” You whispered at the sight. “I imagined you would be taking me to a damp warehouse with chains hanging from the rafters.”

He barked a laugh as he pocketed his phone. “I can always arrange that for you, kukolka.”

You weren’t imagining the change in his accent this time and you were still left sitting in the car confused when he made it to your side and opened the door. “I have business to take care of. Get out.”

You hit the red button on the buckle and scrambled out of the car at the sharp tone, looking around the empty pathway and deciding whether you should make an attempt to run or not.

“The closest neighbour is 32 miles in that direction.” Bucky said as he pointed to the west. “The dogs would track you before you even got halfway there, that is if the guards on perimeter duty didn’t shoot you first.”

You swallowed at the thought and let the idea of running fall into the recesses of your mind. “Why did you bring me here?”

His eyes seemed to darken as he chewed that lip of his once again. “I don’t know.”

He turned on his heel and made his way up the stone steps, a snap of his fingers urging you to catch up and you eyed the rolling green pasture once more before following him. You nearly lost him as he turned down a hall but his voice called your name and you turned the corner to find him in a large open kitchen that was almost bigger than your house.

“Drink?” He asked as he opened a cabinet lined with spirits.

“Why not.” You shrugged and took a seat in front of him. “How much does he owe you?”

Bucky placed a cocktail in front of you, not even asking what you preferred but somehow getting it right. “10.”

“Thousand?”

“Million.”

You choked on your drink at the thought of trying to pay it back. “Why the hell would you loan someone $10 million!”

He shrugged. “Because I can.”

You emptied your drink in two gulps and slid the glass back to him, begging him to refill it as you dropped your head to the cool marble countertop. “What a business model.”

“It’s money laundering, doll, sometimes we lose.”

“Boohoo, you lost some money.” You mocked as the alcohol hit your empty stomach. “I’m the one probably going to lose my life because of it.”

“Not many people would dare mock me, kukolka.” He said as he rounded the island and spun your bar stool around to cage you between it and his body. “Are you fearless or stupid?”

“It would be stupid to be fearless.” His lips tipped up at your wise words and he decided you definitely were not stupid but you certainly were brave as you leant in closer so your lips were almost touching his skin. “You can launder money digitally without losing.”

“And how would you do that?”

“If I tell you, there’s no reason to keep me alive.” You said as you leant back and grabbed your drink, taking a sip as he tried to determine if you were lying or not.

“I can think of a few reasons to keep you alive, kukolka.”

The lick of his lips sent your heart racing and for the first time it wasn’t in fear. Your legs tried to close to give you some friction but you found Bucky had stepped between them and he smirked as he felt them twitch against his thighs.

“Bucky?” You asked breathlessly, placing your glass down with a trembling hand.

“Call me Winter.”

Your head tipped to the side as you saw the shade of blue darker than before. The frown lines disappeared as the colder personality came to the surface. It made sense now, Bucky was the charming businessman, Winter was anything but. Still, the passive face and the cold eyes set something alight within you and you couldn’t deny the fact it was something you had imagined you would have with your husband but it never came.

“Winter.” You tasted his name on your tongue, enjoying the way his eyes followed your lips as they moved.

The moment hung as he stared at your lips and you could hardly breathe as you waited for him to make his choice and much to your disappointment he stepped back, his eyes fading back to the paler blue.

“How many people know?” You asked as he ran a hand through his dark hair and refilled his glass.

“No one.” He growled, emptying the drink in one breath and throwing the glass to shatter against the wall. “Fuck!”

He grabbed your arm and you had to almost run to keep up with his pace as he climbed the staircase and led you down another hall. He reached into his pocket as he stopped outside a door and unlocked it, pushing it open and shoving you inside before closing it. The sound of the lock echoed around the huge silent room and you sighed as you leant back against the door, the small bump on the other side letting you know he was mirroring your pose.

“Your secret is safe with me, Bucky.” You said since you were sure he was listening. “I have no one to tell even if I wanted to anyway.”

His footsteps retreated down the hall and you were left to explore the room you had been confined to.

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The door creaked open and a slither of light illuminated your dark room before the door closed once again, his barely audible footsteps padding across the room to where you lay. You hadn’t been able to bring yourself to climb into the enormous bed for fear of it swallowing you whole and getting lost in the mountain of pillows, opting to curl up on the loveseat instead. It didn't matter, you couldn’t get to sleep anyway.

“You should be asleep, kukolka, it’s late.” Winter murmured as he snaked his arms under you and carried you to the bed.

“I’m in the middle of nowhere, surrounded by armed men that I don’t know or trust.” You replied with a stifled yawn. “I can’t sleep.”

“No one here will hurt you, I promise.” He said as he laid you down on the soft sheets and climbed in beside you. “I’ll make sure of that.”

“What about Bucky?” You asked quietly as you rolled on your side to face him.

“He doesn’t want you harmed.”

“That’s not the same thing.”

Winter had been coming to your room every night since you arrived here and sometimes he would even use your bathroom to wash away the blood that caught under his nails. You never asked him about it and he never offered but you knew he was who the stories were about, the mob boss who was ruthless and cutthroat, it was Winter. For some reason he never scared you as he sat quietly in the corner of your room, watching you sleep only to disappear before you woke. This was the first night he joined you in your bed.

“How long am I going to be kept here?” You asked as you watched his chest slowly rise and fall while he stared at the dark chandelier. “He’s never going to be able to pay back the $10 million he owes, if that’s what you are waiting for.”

“I know.” His hair fell over his face as he turned to face you and you brushed it back so you could see his eyes even in the low light, they somehow glowed.

“So what, I am just your prisoner here until you get bored of me.”

His eyes hardened and his hand reached out to cup your cheek, the slight pressure ensuring you couldn’t look away even if you wanted. “You think of this as your prison?”

You sighed and shook your head, in all honesty it was more like living at a luxury resort. You were catered for by an amazing chef, spent your days beside the pool with a book from the vast library and occasionally had a visit from Winter or Bucky. Everyone else left you alone, barely even making eye contact with you as they roamed the mansion with their rifles hanging from their shoulders. That was the only thing that left you ill at ease.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean it like that.” You said as your cheek warmed under his touch. “I just miss reality, I miss going out. Don’t get me wrong, the clothes you bought me are lovely but…”

You looked at the closet that was full of designer clothes that had arrived the day after you had, they were expensive and pretty but there was nothing comfortable. You thought you had offended Winter when he rose from your bed and left the room, his absence making it even darker than before, and you wanted to follow with an apology. With a heavy sigh you fell back into the pillows and threw one over your head.

It wasn’t until the pillow was ripped away that you found Winter standing over you with a pair of grey sweatpants and a plain white t-shirt in his hands. “I want you to be comfortable here.”

You sat up and took the clothes with a smile. “Thank you, Win.”

“Win?”

“You don’t like it? I figured you have your nickname for me, I should have one for you.”

“I’ve never had a nickname before.” He said as his head tilted slightly to the side, his tell when he was confused, much like Bucky’s frown lines.

“Well, now you do. Close your eyes.”

He didn’t follow your order but you weren’t surprised. There was no one that could give Winter or Bucky an order, they would only do something if they wanted to. Grabbing the silk hem of the Victoria’s Secret nightgown you had been given you pulled it over your head and replaced it with Winter’s shirt. The cotton was soft and it held a hint of his scent as well as the fresh linen scent the housekeepers used doing the laundry.

“Are you going to come back in?” You asked as he stayed frozen beside your bed, jaw ticking as he clenched it.

“Probably not a good idea.”

Your fingers played with the edge of the shirt that barely covered your thighs, the hint of your lace panties peeking out the bottom with every little movement as desire pooled in your core. “Please.”

The word had barely left your lips before he captured them with his own. You fell back into the pillows with a sigh as he pushed you back to graze his teeth down your neck.

“I can’t be gentle, kukolka, I just need to feel you.” Winter growled low in your ear.

“I don’t want you to be gentle.” You moaned as his fingers brushed your panties aside and slipped between your slick folds. “I want you to fuck me.”

You gasped as he ripped the material away and pushed a second finger in curling them up as he palmed over your clit, soft moans escaping your parted lips. Your hands worked through the first two buttons before your patience ran out and you tore his shirt open, the white buttons getting lost among the sheets. The soft moonlight gave you just enough light to see the defined muscles that shaped his body and you dragged your nails down the hard planes as he tensed beneath your touch.

“Sorry about your shirt.”

Your hand dipped beneath his pants and his breath hissed as your fingers wrapped around his hard length, a moan quickly following. “No you’re not.”

Your touch was failing as his fingers brought you closer to bliss and you instead tried to focus on freeing him from his pants, the expensive material finally falling away and he crawled onto the bed. His fingers never let up as he knelt between your legs, and he sat back on his heels as nudged your legs wider to watch his effect on you. His eyes were almost black as he watched his fingers disappearing into your core and you pushed your shirt up to your neck to massage your breasts, teasing him as you teased yourself.

“Fuck, kukolka, I have to take you.” He moaned as you pinched and rolled your nipples, his fingers disappearing a second before his head split your folds and buried himself inside you.

Your head tipped back with a cry at the sudden fullness and your fingers clawed at his chest for some purchase. His body echoed yours, head falling back and back arching so he pushed even deeper within you, stretching you with a delicious burn that left you wanting more. You barely had time to adjust to his size before he was slamming his hips against yours and pushing your knees to your chest.

“Yesyesyes.” You cried as your cunt clenched around him, teetering on the edge of bliss. “Oh god, please don’t stop, Win.”

“Fuck, you feel so good wrapped around me.” He groaned as you tightened under his touch, his thumb slipping between you to press against your bundle of nerves.

You were so far gone that his thumb pushed you over the edge, your head spinning as your body was thrown to the clouds to drift weightlessly as he rode through your orgasm. A growl of pure masculinity tore from his throat as your pussy gripped him and you felt the warmth of his cum fill you but still he didn’t stop. He let your knees fall away so he could get closer to you, pressing his chest to yours and tracing your jaw with his soft lips. Your fingers laced in his hair and your tongue danced with his as he slowed his furious pace to longer, slower strokes that almost left you empty before he filled you again.

When he pulled away his eyes were no longer dark and he pressed his forehead to yours as his hand pulled your leg higher up his. The new angle sent a fresh wave of heat in your belly and you moaned against his cheek as you rolled your hips up to his.

“Oh god, Bucky, I’m gonna cum again.” You panted as your eyes screwed shut at the mounting pleasure.

“Hmm, wanna feel you cum all over my cock, doll.”

His mouth ate the moans that attempted to fill the air and you could no longer tell where your body ended and his began. You were merely a single writhing entity working towards mutual bliss and when his mouth found the sweet spot along your neck the elastic band in your core snapped. Your legs trembled harder than the beat of your heart and your eyes rolled back in your head as your back arched off the bed with a cry.

“Fuck, that’s it, doll.” He praised as his elbows caged you between them and he looked down the length of your body, watched his cock being swallowed by your dripping cunt. “You take it all so well. Gonna fill you up real good.”

You could barely comprehend the meaning behind his words, just the way he spoke kept sending waves of aftershocks down your legs until his hips snapped forward and he stayed buried, shooting more hot ropes of cum inside you with a deeply satisfied moan. He collapsed against your chest, keeping most of his weight on his elbows so he didn’t hurt you but still laying close enough that you could feel each other's racing hearts.

“You look good in my clothes.” He murmured as he rolled to the side and pulled your shirt back down. “Might have to burn everything else.”

“You would too.” You chuckled and rolled into his open arms with a sigh. “Seems a waste to just have them hanging there but it’s not like I have anywhere to wear them.”

His eyes were blinking slowly as his fingers drew circles across your hip. “I wanna take you out. We could go somewhere nice, just the two of us, once I deal with your husband.”

The mention of that asshole had you rolling out of the bed and walking to the bathroom, you did not want to think of him after the best sex in years. You didn’t even wait for the water to heat fully before pulling his shirt over your head and stepping under the tepid spray. It didn’t take long for another body to join you and you looked over your shoulder to find which Barnes it was you were with.

“Winter wants you for himself, he’s ready to wipe the debt if your husband agrees to an annulment.” Bucky said as he wrapped his arms around your waist.

“And what about you?”

“There’s something about you, how you see us, it’s something we have never had before.” He murmured softly as he tipped your head to the side and kissed your neck. “No one dares talk to us like you do, doll, it’s infuriating, and hot as fuck. I want more. I want you too.”

You had resigned yourself to the fact you would spend your life trapped in a miserable marriage but here was this miracle offering you a way out. You could only imagine the dangers that came with getting in bed with a mob boss but it wasn’t too long ago that you had come face to face with the scariest man in New York and now you were sleeping with him. It had worked out pretty well in your eyes so you turned in his arms and wrapped your arms around his neck.

“I want you too, both of you.”

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Please don’t overwork yourself !!

I’m gonna confess something I never watched past saison 2 of peaky blinders but I know everything that happens

Thank you so muuuch i love youuu 🥺❤️

Blessing you with these two fine ass men because I haven’t been able to interact with you today and I missed you 🥺❤️

I miss you too!!! Work is kicking my ass today and I haven’t had a second to write anything 😢

I’m just going to spend my break drooling over these handsome men 🤤🤤🤤 ahhhh I need to watch season 6 so I can remember how sexy Tommy is!

Ps: I got your request and I am happy to write it babe ❤️❤️

Look at where you are, look at where you started

Just for you, because all should all have a Bucky in our life 🤤

Sweet dreams!!!

Fuck I’m definitely gonna be having sweet dreams

Extra sweet even !!

I fracking love you

Fucking shit I LOVED THIS FIC IM SO SAD THAT I FINISHED IT SO FAST

I’m fucking crying it’s 2 am I’m extra sensitive I hate this I gonna miss this bucky

Hands That Heal - The Finale

Bucky Barnes x mechanic!fem!reader

Chapter Summary: You get your happy ending. Chapter Warning: 18+ only, fluff Word count: 1166

Series Warnings: 18+ only, canon-typical violence, swearing, fluff, misogyny/degrading comments from some men, smut.

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Two Years Later

You were never going to get used to the Louisiana heat, this was your second summer in the Pelican State but it didn’t seem any easier than the first one. Sweltering heat or not, moving away from New York and getting a fresh start was the best decision you ever made. You missed the visits to Greenwood Cemetery but thanks to Bucky’s work there were still enough sudden trips up north that you visited your parents and Steve.

“Babe, I got a surprise for you.”

You looked up from the engine you were working on and found Bucky at the entrance to the garage the close knit community had built for you. You needed something to keep your hands busy and the small town didn’t have a real mechanic, it was win-win. You didn’t charge the locals after their generosity but you still had a fanbase of people willing to ship their cars to you and that was more than enough to cover the losses.

Wiping your hands on a rag you squinted at the look on his face, he was unable to hide his excitement but he desperately tried to. He was practically dragging you out the second you were in his reach and you heard Sam somewhere in your yard. Your eyebrows were knitted with confusion as Bucky clamped his hands over your eyes and your walking slowed to a crawl.

“Keep going.” Bucky urged impatiently. “I’m not gonna let you fall.”

“Can’t you just tell me where we are go- was that a dog?” You froze as you heard a bark up ahead and Sam’s hushed whispers.

“Surprise…”

Bucky withdrew his hands and Sam was fighting against a huge Rottweiler that looked like it was crossed with a Bull Mastiff. His colouring was just like Benny and you could feel your eyes pricking with the start of tears.

“I told you I should have asked her first.” Bucky said, suddenly unsure of himself as he saw your reaction. “I can take him back to the rescu-”

“No!” You gasped as you took a step towards him. “I want him, he’s mine.”

Bucky chuckled with relief and wiped the stray tear away. “Let him go, Sam.”

Sam looked doubtful as he struggled to keep hold of the leash but eventually let go and your dog bolted straight for you. It was almost like he knew you would be his mom as he bounded into your arms, your laugh filling the air as you were knocked to the ground and he rolled over playing.

“You’re gonna be a good boy aren't you.” You smothered him with kisses as he took a seat on your legs and you lifted up his collar to see his name. “Noble. That’s a strong name. You like that name?”

He barked as if to concur and you got up after hefting him off your lap to find Sam laughing to himself. “Barnes and Noble.”

“See, he was meant to join this family.” You said as you looked into Bucky’s eyes, once again amazed at everything he did.

“Phew, I am out of here. Noble, c’mere boy, your mom and dad have their sexy eyes on.” Sam called as he started to make his way back to his truck but Noble stayed firmly planted by your side. “I do not need to see cyborg getting freaky.”

“Bye Sam!” Bucky called without breaking eye contact with you, the intensity leaving you weak at the knees.

The second the truck began to make its way down the drive Bucky was on the attack, his lips connecting with yours and tongue taking dominance as he guided you blindly to the house. You knew the path to your room without needing to look, your hand blinding reaching behind you for the brass doorknob and twisting it. The door crashed open at Bucky’s haste but you would worry about the potential hole in the drywall later, right now you were struggling to get his belt unbuckled.

“Open this before I cut the damn thing off you.” You ordered as you broke away from his kiss.

He smirked and tore through the leather with his vibranium hand, his hands pushing the looser material down his legs and pulling you back flush with his body. His warm hand cupped your cheek and his cool arm wrapped around your waist as he began to slowly sway you to some inaudible music, his eyes staring around the room as he fell into his thoughts. “Barnes, y/l/n and Noble doesn’t really sound the same.”

“Not quite.” You chuckled, kind of thrown by the change of pace but happy to just dance half naked with him.

“I can fix it.” He said sweetly in your ear before pulling away and going to his gun safe in the closet.

“Jesus, you don’t have to take me out of the picture.” You joked as he opened the metal vault and reached behind the weapons to a black box.

“You’re not funny.” He said fighting a smile as he turned around with the box looking tiny in his large hand and dropped to his knee in front of you. “This would be much easier, less paperwork, no life insurance claim…”

You clamped your hand over your mouth, the sound of your giggle dying off as you took in the unique ring. “It’s beautiful. Is it vibranium?”

He nodded as he pulled it out of the pillow it was nestled in. “It’s actually made from a panel that got damaged last year.”

You remembered it well, it was the first time you had seen him come home from a mission hurt and he had needed to go to Wakanda so Shuri could repair the damage to his arm.

“It’s a piece of you.” You whispered as you reached out to touch it but he pulled it away.

“You showed me that broken things can be saved.” He said as he took your left hand and held the ring over the tip of your ring finger. “I want to spend the rest of my life with you, doll. Will you marry me?”

Your lips were trembling and words failed you, you wanted to tell him all the reasons you had fallen for him but all you could do was nod. And that was enough. He slid the black and gold vibranium ring onto your finger, kissing it’s final resting place before catching you as you crashed into his chest.

“I don’t want to wait.” You said as you looked at your ring over his shoulder and thought of all the terrible things that had happened in just the last decade alone. “I can’t wait, Bucky. I've waited a lifetime for you and I don't know what tomorrow will bring.”

“Oh god I love you" His strong arms lifted you off the ground as he spun around with bright eyes and a wide grin. "And, Rev Lockwood owes me a favour so...”

"Let's do this."

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I'm sad this has come to an end but if anyone has requests for one shots with these two I'll happily add to it!

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Fuck please God give me a bucky !! Or else imma be alone for the rest of my miserable virgin life 😭🥲

Hands That Heal - Ch.9

Bucky Barnes x mechanic!fem!reader

Chapter Summary: The road of recovery is only just beginning but you're not the only one who is feeling broken. Chapter Warning: 18+ only, smut, oral (f rec), unprotected sex, fluff Word count: 2007

Series Warnings: 18+ only, canon-typical violence, swearing, fluff, misogyny/degrading comments from some men, smut.

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RECAP: “He thought you killed Axel.” You whispered through the lump in your throat. “I wanted to.” “I know, but you didn’t.” You said as you blinked slower and slower, the promise of pain free sleep enticing you with its darkness and you were ready to give in. “You’re too good.”

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Pain radiated across your shoulder blade as you woke to the irritating sound of the hospital monitors beeping. A hand was already being placed gently on your lower back to stop you from moving and you managed to turn your head so you could see Bucky sitting beside your bed, guilt eating him alive.

“Hey Hercules.” You murmured through the groggy haze of morphine. “What’s the damage?”

He shook his head and leant forward in the chair so his forehead was resting on your hand, your fingers automatically reaching to run through his messy hair. “I should’ve been there to protect you. I’m so sorry, y/n.”

“You’re my boyfriend, not my bodyguard. It’s not your job to protect me.” You tried to reassure him but he was already withdrawing into himself. “I mean, if it was your job you would be fired so it’s kind of a good thing.”

His lips twitched at your twisted sense of humour and he finally looked you in the eyes. “You’re not funny.”

“Not even a little bit?” You smiled before trying to move closer and hissing at the pain that brought tears to your eyes. “Why does my thigh hurt so much?”

“The surgeon needed a skin graft for your shoulder, she took it from your thigh.” He answered as he pressed the button on the morphine drip and a whir of the machine had you forgetting the pain.

“Ugh, the scars are going to be horrible.” You slurred as the drugs took effect and your mind was like sludge. “You’re na gonna love me anymewww.”

“You loved me with all my scars, doll, I’ll love you with all yours.”

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It was your first day back at work after weeks recovering from the surgery and you were pleasantly surprised to find aside from the red scarring around the edge of the graff site, your shoulder blade looked almost normal. You had almost complete mobility but some movements stretched the skin taut and hurt but time, like with most things, would heal that. The patch on your inner thigh was another matter and you hated seeing the rectangle of mottled scarring when you took your clothes off.

“There she is!” Chip shouted from across the garage. “Welcome back.”

“I would say it’s good to be back but now I have to deal with you assholes again.” You teased as Bucky carried your toolbox in for you.

“Don’t hurt yourself alright.” Bucky said for the tenth time, wishing you had taken another week off. “Call me if you need me to pick you up early.”

“Sure thing, dad.” You rolled your eyes before giving him a kiss. “Stop worrying about me, don’t you have plans today?”

His lips curled into a smile as he nodded. “Speaking of, I should get going and meet up with Sam and Torres. Be good, don’t hurt yourself, I love you.”

“I love you too but if you tell me that one more time, I swear to god-”

“What? I love you?”

“No, the other thing.”

“Don’t hurt yourself.”

He laughed as you gently slapped his chest before he stole another kiss and left you to get to work. The cars hadn't stopped arriving just because you were out of commission and now you had a big back log of vehicles to fix.

“Where’s he heading off to?” Chip asked as Bucky gave you a wave as he pulled out, his grin still splitting his face.

“I don’t know, but it's the most I’ve seen him smile since I got home.”

Chip merely grunted and went back to his office, leaving you to work until the streets echoed with the sound of sirens. Dozens of cop cars raced down the block and everyone headed for the street to see what was going down and where. There wasn’t much to see as they turned down Michigan and you thought nothing of it until it was time for lunch.

“Holy shit, Dale, turn it up.” Chip barked from the tatty couch in the break room. “Jiminy, your boy’s on TV.”

You slipped out from under the car you were working on and went into the room to find the old CRT TV on full volume, Bucky and a whole lot of other bystanders watching the Sinner’s MC members getting thrown in the back of the cop cars you had seen earlier. The breaking news banner beneath the screen regaled the tale of a mountain of evidence against the club being anonymously sent to counterterrorism and it was as if he could feel you watching as he threw a wink to the camera before disappearing into the crowd.

“Jeeeesus.” Chip breathed out with relief, a small huff of a laugh to finish it off. “Good riddance to the lot of them. My babies can finally come home.”

You were still sitting in front of the tv watching the teams of police filling the clubhouse and emptying it of the mass of weapons, cash and drugs that had been hidden inside when you heard clapping outside. Peeking over the back of the couch you found Bucky looking for you and his eyes lit up when he found you, rushing into the staff room and closing the door behind him.

“How?” You asked dumbfounded as he crouched down in front of you and took your hands.

“I know a few people in low places and a few people in high places.” He smirked. “I just gave them both a bit of a nudge.”

“I can’t believe it. They’re really gone.”

“They’ve hurt a lot of people and there’s no shortage of evidence against them. They aren’t getting out for a very, very long time.”

“You did all this for me?”

“You’re my best girl, y/n, I’d do anything for you.”

You leant forward and captured his lips with a passion you hadn’t been able to muster since the attack. Your confidence had been at an all time low with the scars, then there had been the fear of another attack despite Bucky never leaving your side for one moment and there was the guilt he held for not getting to you in time. It had put you in a state of mind that left you drier than the sahara desert but it seemed the drought was over and desire was quickly pooling between your legs.

“Fuck…” Bucky groaned as his heightened senses noticed your arousal and he pulled away with almost obsidian eyes. “I just need a minute.”

“You need to take me home.”

His lip was caught between his teeth as he looked out the window and saw Chip and Dale arguing over something before interrupting. “I’m taking y/n home, it's all been a bit much excitement.”

Chip looked at you with concern before nodding, probably mistaking the wide eyes and mussed hair as stress. Bucky was already opening the car door and throwing your toolbox in the back before you had made it halfway across the floor and you couldn’t help giggling at his enthusiasm. A few weeks without sex now felt like a long time to you so you could only imagine how much worse it was for him, given how insatiable he was in bed.

There was no way you were even going to make it to the bedroom at the rate you were going and Bucky decided the couch was the best and closest thing to lay you on when you reached the top of the stairs. Your hands had been roaming his body since he sat in the driver's seat and you were lucky the windows were tinted as you unzipped his pants and stroked him through his boxers. His deep breathing and soft groans had filled the car and he had come to a rather hard stop when he parked in the garage.

It was only as you stood before him half naked and he was pulling your jeans down your legs that doubt crept back in. Your knees tried to pull together as he laid you back on the couch and began kissing his way down your body, but his own knee stopped you from shutting him out.

“You’re beautiful, y/n.” He reassured you between the kisses he was placing on your breasts. “So. Fucking. Beautiful. You hear me?”

You completely whimpered as his mouth finally reached you folds and…he went straight past, his teasing chuckled drifting up your body. Your hands were already reaching to pull him away as you felt his soft lips brush over the scars but he caught them and held them in his hands as his tongue swirled over the uneven surface. Your hands relaxed as warmth began to spread across your skin, the kisses and licks actually feeling really good over the tight skin and soon you were moaning.

Your moans spurred him into action and his tongue lashed between your folds, a hum of satisfaction as he tasted you like it was the first time all over again. Your head tipped back into the couch cushions as he teased your clit and let go of your hands so he could curl two fingers inside you, stretching you ready for him. Your walls were already fluttering around him as he sucked on your clit and rolled his fingers over your g-spot but he wanted to feel you come undone around his cock after so long without it.

“Do you remember what you told me?” He asked as he looked up at you, lazuli eyes captivating yours. “These scars make us who we are, they are proof of everything we have survived.”

“I remember.” You whispered, but giving advice was far easier than taking it.

He crawled up your body, the hard length of him resting on your hip as he shared your taste on his tongue. “I don’t care how many scars you get, I just need you to always survive.”

Your promise was lost in the gasp as he filled you, stretching you with a quick thrust of his hips and his mouth devouring yours, swallowing your needy cries as he let your body adjust around him.

“Fuck me, please, Bucky, I need you now.”

He finally rolled his hips as you begged him and his head tipped back with a growl at how good it felt to be buried inside you again. Sweet nonsense was tumbling from his lips and you had already been on the edge of bliss from his tongue, now you were feeling the coil in your belly tighten impossibly. Your keen cries joined Bucky’s moans as he pulled your leg higher and pushed himself deeper.

“Oh god, fuck, that feel’s so good.” You cried as your heels dug into his ass and you rolled your hips to meet his.

“I’m gonna cum, doll, you feel so fucking tight.”

His hand disappeared between you and his thumb pressed over your clit, your own hips riding you over his touch until the elastic band holding you together snapped. Your pussy clamped down on Bucky as your orgasm washed over you, the heat of it setting you alight from head to toe as your clit pulsed beneath his thumb and he grunted as he spent himself within your walls, the twitches of his cock setting off small aftershocks down your trembling legs.

You both lay entwined on the couch, Bucky still between your legs and his head on your chest as you twirled his growing hair in your fingers. You couldn’t imagine a more perfect moment than that. It had seemed like reaching this point was going to be impossible, that you were destined to remain broken and living in fear for the rest of your life. But Bucky had fixed it, he had fixed you.

You took Bucky’s hands in yours, lacing your fingers between his and kissed them. He thought his hands were weapons, especially the vibranium one, he saw them as tools, hands that cause hurt. You saw them for what they truly were, hands that heal.

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Hands That Heal - Ch.8

Bucky Barnes x mechanic!fem!reader

Chapter Summary: You thought you were done with everything to do with Axel but the club is not done with you yet. Things have to get worse before they can get better. Chapter Warning: 18+ only, death, reader gets injured/tortured Word count: 1810

Series Warnings: 18+ only, canon-typical violence, swearing, fluff, misogyny/degrading comments from some men, smut.

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RECAP: “It feels like home, you feel like home.” His arms were already open for you as you crashed against his chest and wrapped your arms around his neck. You could hardly kiss him because your lips refused to do anything other than smile against his. He always managed to brighten your dark days, and that was why you knew you wanted to have him around forever. “Welcome home, Bucky.”

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The flash of blue and red lights filled your driveway and lit up the living room you had fallen asleep in, snuggled in Bucky’s arms on the couch. The call of your doorbell brought back memories of the last time you had seen the same casting of colours outside and the police had come with the news that your father had died. There was already a pit forming in your stomach as you climbed off the couch and went to answer the door.

You couldn’t seem to understand why the police were at your door, you were so wrapped up in the memory of the two other officers that you blinked twice and asked them to repeat themselves.

“I said I’m sorry to inform you that we found Axel Hedges deceased this morning. We are still investigating the crash but it's likely we expect the toxicology reports to come back conclusive.” The officer repeated before he noticed Bucky joining you and he looked like he was going to ask for an autograph.

You felt guilty for feeling relieved and you felt guilty for feeling sad. For a large period of your life you had loved Axel but who he had become was a sick and twisted shadow of the boy next door. The man who died was a manipulative, narcissistic asshole and the world was a better place without him, that’s what you told yourself to suppress the rise of emotions.

“Why did you come here?” You asked as they stood awkwardly on your porch.

“You are, were, Axel’s next of kin.”

Of course, he would never have thought about keeping little things like that up to date, it was probably still the same information that you had given his parole officer when he was released from prison.

“Right.” You sighed. “Uh, thanks for letting me know.”

“Once the autopsy is finished the body will be released so you can have a funeral.”

You really couldn’t believe that they were expecting you to organise his funeral, you were more likely to dump him in the Hudson at this point. “Actually, here’s Jess’ number. She’s his wife, she can sort this out. I’m done with him.”

You scribbled the number on a notepad and handed it to the cops before crossing your arms, trying to bring some comfort from your own touch.

“Sorry, it’s been a bit of a rough night.” Bucky apologised with a small smile.

“It wouldn’t have anything to do with the pool of blood on the drive?” The officer asked and you flinched at the reminder, the feel of Benny’s blood still on your fingers even after washing them a million times.

“Her dog got run over, didn’t make it.” Bucky lied smoothly before nudging you back to the lounge with a look that said he would sort it for you, so you left him to it. “Look, you know Axel’s history, he’d show up here on his bike drunk and high to abuse y/n. She’s been through enough because of him, if you don’t mind just keep her out of anything related to him.”

“Yeah, of course, Sergeant.” The officer nodded understandably and held up the paper with Jess’ name and number. “I’ll make sure everything goes to his wife from now on.”

You had stopped listening after that, glad that you could finally move on from Axel, the club, all of it. There was nothing to get in the way of you and Bucky…except his work. The world could only handle a few months of peace at a time then some uprising would call him away. At least he wasn’t out there on his own, he had his partner Sam to watch his back and you to call him every morning and night, reminding him why he kept fighting the good fight.

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“I miss you.” You pouted at the phone, not that he could see, as you walked home from work.

“I’ll be home soon, doll.” He replied just as longingly but grateful to only be a few states over in Washington. “I can’t sleep when I’m away from you, and Sam snores really bad.”

“Do not.” You heard from the background and laughed as you rounded the corner to your street.

“Do to.”

“Well I’ll leave you boys to settle that argument.” You offered as they began to bicker back and forth much to your amusement. Then you saw an old Corolla parked on the side of the road, hood up and a woman looking lost as she waved the steam away. “I gotta go.”

“Are you alright?” Bucky was suddenly serious and you could picture his frown at the other end.

“Yeah, babe, there’s just a woman who looks like she could use my help.” You smiled at his concern. “I’ll call you back when I get inside, it looks like a cracked radiator.”

“Alright, love you.”

“Love you too.”

You slipped your phone in your pocket and crossed the street to see if you could help her get on her way. “Hey, car troubles?”

She spun around and nodded her head as she pointed to the engine. “It’s always breaking down on me.”

“It happens.” You shrugged and lifted your heavy tool box up. “I can take a look if you want?”

“Thanks, but that’s not necessary.” She said as the car door opened and she began to step away. “It’s running fine.”

“We just needed to catch you away from your boyfriend.” Rex smirked as he straightened his kutte, the President patch instilling fear deep in your bones. “Wanted to have a little chat.”

“There’s nothing to talk about.” You said as you opened your tool box and grabbed a large wrench. “I’ve nothing to do with the club anymore.”

“Axel always bragged that you still had his tattoo.” He countered as he kept up his slow, menacing encroachment towards you. “You want nothing to do with the club, then fire or knife.”

“That’s just for members, I’m not a member!” You began to panic as he pulled a hunting knife out of his hip sheath.

“It’s for whoever the fuck I say it is, I’m President.” He growled. “And I got a dead member who was barely even wasted the night he died. We both know Axel could be black out drunk and ride perfectly, so it seems a little odd right. Cops won’t do anything, they don’t give a shit about us so I have to take matters into my own hands.”

“I know you miss him but I don’t know where you are going with this. He had an accident, it happens.”

“I don’t think it was.” He shook his head and pointed the knife at you. “I think you know that too.”

You swung the wrench at him as he tried to reach out but his gloved hand caught it and ripped it from your hands, tossing it away from you. Turning on your heels you sprinted towards your fence, you didn’t have time to unlock the gate but if you could climb over and get to the car you could get your gun. You had only just reached the fence when you were pushed and your body slammed into the metal mesh, face pressed roughly into it as Rex held his knife to your throat.

“Shouldn’t have done that, little girl.”

Your fingers were slipping into your pocket as you tried to not move your neck against the knife and you pressed your thumb to the fingerprint scanner then prayed your muscle memory hit the right buttons to call Bucky. You tried not to think about waking up that night and Bucky missing from the bed, you tried not to think that maybe Rex was right. Is that what Bucky meant when he would do anything for you, would he have killed Axel? You knew he had the capability but you didn’t think he had the capacity, not anymore at least.

“Phoebe, get the torch from the car.”

Your stomach dropped at the order and you screamed as you tried to get someone to call the cops but this neighbourhood was no longer the family friendly place it was 15 years ago, now everyone kept their heads low and kept their nose out of everyone else’s business. There would be no one coming for you. Rex grabbed your keys from your pocket and unlocked the gate before dragging you into your garage.

“You said you just wanted to talk to her.” Phoebe stuttered as she held a small blow torch in her hand and watched with horror as Rex pulled the back of your shirt away to show the tattoo Axel had given you.

“Shut up, bitch, just give me the fucking thing.”

She looked torn but there was no way she was going to go against the head of the Sinners MC, not if she wanted to survive. You fought against the hold Rex had on you but a hard blow to the back of your head sent the world spinning and your vision in a daze.

“Tell me the truth and I’ll stop, did you get your new boyfriend to kill Axel?”

You couldn’t answer, you couldn’t move, not even when the stench of burning skin and your screams pierced the air and left Phoebe cowering with her hands over her head. You couldn’t even feel the pain, you were already losing consciousness when a stealth jet landed in your yard.

You dropped as the hold on you was released, your body sliding along the sleek panels of your car until you were left numb on the concrete floor. You didn’t even realise you were crying until your teardrops landed on the surface of oil stains, the droplets reflecting the iridescent colours of the oil slick. It was the only thing keeping you conscious, your mind fixating on the way your tears refused to mingle with the oil but pain was slowly beginning to push its way through the shock.

“Shhh, it’s me, doll.” Bucky soothed as he cradled your body, catching the fist you weakly tried to throw as you felt someone touching you. “I got you. Sam! Where’s that ambulance!”

You looked up and found blue eyes swimming in tears and you wanted to wipe them away but you were too weak and every movement sent fire across your back and whimpers along your hoarse throat.

“Don’t try to move, baby.” Bucky begged as he held you carefully, avoiding the burns on your shoulder.

“He thought you killed Axel.” You whispered through the lump in your throat.

“I wanted to.”

“I know, but you didn’t.” You said as you blinked slower and slower, the promise of pain free sleep enticing you with its darkness and you were ready to give in. “You’re too good.”

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Hands That Heal - Ch.7

Bucky Barnes x mechanic!fem!reader

Chapter Summary: Axel takes things too far and things get deadly. Chapter Warning: 18+ only, animal murder Word count: 2272

Series Warnings: 18+ only, canon-typical violence, swearing, fluff, misogyny/degrading comments from some men, smut.

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RECAP: “I don’t think you know how to do anything wrong, do you?” You said your goodbyes and began to walk the dark track back to the car. He stopped to think and your amusement grew as he couldn’t answer and just shrugged with a lopsided smile. “I’m sure you’ll point it out to me if you find something.”

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“Hey Hercules, bring those muscles over here.” You called as you pointed to the delivery of parts that had just arrived.

Bucky shucked his jacket off in the hot afternoon sun and lifted the heavy boxes before stacking them back in the corner of your garage and taking his payment in kisses. You stole the flick knife from his back pocket and grinned as you cut through the packaging and pulled the panels you had been waiting weeks for.

“I hope you don’t mind but I made a few adjustments to the order.” You said as you pulled the final pieces out to complete his motorbike, his eyebrows shooting up at the two 6 inch black rods in your hands and he frowned as you ran them along his chest. “Relax big guy, you’re more than enough for me. They are passenger pegs, so I can ride with you.”

His smile split his face as he realised what you were talking about and he bit his lip as you bent over to screw them into place and showed him the next change. You had replaced the single seat with a longer one so there was space for you and the panels all locked into place before you stepped back to admire the piece.

“I can’t believe it.” He choked up as he saw his bike rebuilt better than before and wrapped his arms around your waist as he pressed his lips to yours. “You are fucking amazing, you know that.”

“Should we take her for a spin?”

It took a moment for you to dig your helmet and riding jacket from the bottom of your closet and you had to wipe the layer of dust that had gathered in the 5 years since you last wore it. The jacket was a little tighter than before but you still managed to zip it up and immediately felt your body heat getting trapped in the leather. Turning around to look in the mirror, you could see the faint change in colour where a ‘property of’ patch had once laid but you had unpicked it as soon as you heard what Axel had done.

“You done staring?” You asked as you caught Bucky leaning against the doorframe watching you dress.

“Never.”

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You couldn’t remember feeling this free or elated when you had ridden with Axel, it was a completely different experience. You fit perfectly behind Bucky, feeling safe and secure as he sped along the highway and you cheered with glee as he revved the engine and tested its agility with perfect precision. It didn’t matter where he was taking you because just getting to hold him on the open road was enough for you.

An hour later the sun was setting and after the large loop of the city you were almost back to the Bronx. The traffic lights were not in your favour as Bucky came to a stop at another red light and your stomach dropped at the sight of a pack of motorbikes heading your way. Since the Bronx was Sinner’s territory you doubted another club was just going to be riding through it and so you ducked your head lower behind Bucky and wished he had worn a helmet.

“Shit.” He muttered quietly. “Hold on, doll.”

You looked up over his shoulder to see the group had come to a stop in the middle of the intersection and Axel was dead centre. “Get the fuck off that bike now, y/n.”

“Not gonna happen.” Bucky said with an adamant shake of his head. “She’s done with you, get it through that thick skull of yours.”

Axel laughed humorlessly and turned his eyes to you. “Your ass belongs to me, bitch. You’ll see.”

He nodded his head to President and Rex revved his engine before they all followed suit, leaving the air thick with burnout smoke in their wake. The burnt rubber hurt your lungs but you could soon breathe again as Bucky ran the light that had turned red again. Just when it seemed like everything was going well, Axel ruined it. It really shouldn’t surprise you, he had been doing it ever since he joined that MC.

You were still in a sense of shock as Bucky parked in your garage and turned the engine off. You sat there in the silence, with your head resting on his shoulder blade and your breath echoing in your helmet.

“You okay, doll?” Bucky asked when you made no effort to move.

“Sometimes I wish I could just leave this city behind.” You sighed longingly but this was your home.

“I know the feeling.” Bucky said with a soft squeeze to your thigh beside his hip. “Come on, you go in and I’ll lock up here.”

You climbed off and shrugged your leather jacket off, draping it over your seat before heading inside to start on dinner. It seemed to be taking Bucky a while to just lock the gate so you stuck your head out the kitchen window and found him pacing the driveway on the phone. You assumed it was Sam, he was about the only person he spoke to besides you.

Leaving him to his call you prepped some vegetables until the screech of tires pierced the air. Rushing back to the window you saw Axel’s pick up outside and something being tossed from it before it sped off down the street. Bucky was already running over, phone call forgotten, and you were sprinting down the stairs wondering what it was.

“Stay back, y/n.” Bucky called out with a pained voice as he saw you running from the garage. “You don’t want to see this.”

Despite his jacket trying to cover the mess you could see the black tail sticking out and you felt the oxygen leave your lungs. Your vision was blurring as you stepped closer, the peek of a brown paw coming into view and Bucky’s blue eyes begging you not to come closer. You fell to your knees on the asphalt street, the rapidly cooling pool of blood soaking your jeans as you pulled his jacket away to see Benny’s lifeless eyes.

A sob ripped through you as you pulled your Benny-boy onto your lap, struggling with his massive weight. He was always so energetic but now he was gone, he was limp and would never give you another lick on your face again. Your fingers brushed over his fur as you promised him all dogs go to heaven, just like the movie you used to watch when he was a puppy.

“The old firehouse off Michigan.” You whispered as you looked up from your bloodstained hands. “That’s where the clubhouse is.”

Bucky nodded, understanding the weight of the information you were giving him but despite the rage simmering beneath the surface of his skin he didn’t just leave. He had been waiting months for you to give him the information, although you were sure he had figured out where it was a long time ago, he was waiting for you to give him permission to go. Instead he helped you to your feet and scooped Benny’s body up off the pavement.

“Did you want me to bury him?” He asked as you kept your hand planted in Benson’s fur while you walked alongside him.

You nodded as you couldn’t trust your voice and led the way to the apple tree Benny used to nap under. The trunk still held the scars Benny had left when he was teething and would chew on the wood despite the mass of toys you bought him. You were left with the memories of raising your good boy as Bucky went to find a shovel in the shed, more tears flowing down your cheeks. If you captured all your tears you were sure you could wash the blood that matted his coat from the gash across his throat.

Bucky squatted beside you as he came back with a shovel and he pressed a kiss to your temple. “He’s going to pay for this, doll. I’m done letting him get away with hurting you.”

“Oh god, what if he hurts Jess next!” Your eyes widened in a panic. “I need to call Chip, he needs to get them out of there.”

Your fingers were fumbling to pull your phone out of your pocket but the blood had made them slippery. Grabbing your hand, Bucky pulled it away so he could reach into your pocket and pull the device out.

“I’ll call Chip, you just stay there.” Bucky said as he unlocked your phone and went through your contacts.

“I’m sorry, Benny, this is all my fault.” You whimpered as Bucky walked around with his back to you. “You didn’t deserve this.”

“Chip’s going to get them now and take them to a cabin up north until I sort this.” He said as he began to dig, his vibranium arm making quick work of the soft soil before stopping and resting on the shovel's handle. “None of this is your fault, y/n.”

“He killed Benny.”

“He’s a sick fuck.”

You nodded and returned to silently stroking Benny while Bucky finished digging the hole. You had promised Benny one day you would bring him home, you just never thought it would be this way.

“Say hi to mom and dad for me.” You whispered as you passed Benny over to Bucky so he could lay him to rest and sobs broke the quiet night as he disappeared beneath the dirt.

You fell into Bucky’s side as he finished patting the dirt down and stabbed the shovel into the grass and held you tight. You didn’t know how you could even cry but somehow they were still leaking from your red eyes and Bucky let you soak his shirt with them before hooking his vibranium arm under your legs and carrying you inside. You could hardly feel anything as he gently pulled your blood soaked clothes from your body and helped you into the shower.

His hands were your strength, holding you up as the water cascades around you, turning pink as it swirled down the drain at your feet. It almost seemed that the horror of the evening was washing away with Benny’s blood and you were slowly waking from the shock. Your arms wrapped around Bucky and you rested your cheek on his shoulder as he grabbed the shampoo and lathered it up in your hair. You had never had someone wash your hair before, it was a profound sense of intimacy you had never experienced and you closed your eyes as you leaned into his touch.

“Thank you.” You spoke softly after he rinsed it away and you could open your eyes.

“You don’t have to thank me.” He said with a kiss. “I’d do anything for you.”

“I know, that’s why I love you.” Your eyes widened as the words slipped from your mouth before you could stop them and you worried that it might have just scared him off, it had only been a few months since you met. But you knew.

His thumbs brushed your cheeks as a slow smile grew on his face and he rested his forehead to yours, sheltering you from the water. “I love you too.”

Sleep took you quickly as Bucky kept you wrapped in his arms like a cocoon, the blankets pulled up to your chin and your head on his chest. You didn’t even dream as exhaustion swallowed you whole but you woke up starving a few hours later, once again remembering you forgot to eat.

The bed was empty when you woke and you frowned as you found Bucky’s side cold. It was only when you heard the bathroom taps running that you sighed and pushed the bedding back. You met Bucky in the hallway as he emerged from the bathroom and he frowned when he saw you standing there.

“What are you doing up, doll?” He asked full of concern. “Did I wake you?”

You shook your head and heard the loud growl of your stomach. “Hungry.”

His eyes softened and he nodded his head to the living room. “You go and get comfortable on the couch, pick a movie and I’ll make you something.”

You did as you were told and laid down but you couldn’t concentrate on the film playing as you watched him move around the kitchen, knowing exactly where everything was. “Move in.”

He spun around with the wooden spoon dripping waffle mixture all over the floor and suddenly you felt foolish but it was too late now you were rambling. “If you want to, of course. I mean, you practically already live here but if…if that is something you would like to do then…I would like that too. And if you don’t, it’s totally fine, and I will forget I opened my mouth.”

“Ok.”

“Wait, what?” You froze as he tossed the wooden spoon in the mixing bowl and leant against the countertop.

“I said ok. Unless you don’t want me to.”

“I do, I really do. Do you?” You asked as you rose from the couch and walked towards the kitchen.

“It feels like home, you feel like home.”

His arms were already open for you as you crashed against his chest and wrapped your arms around his neck. You could hardly kiss him because your lips refused to do anything other than smile against his. He always managed to brighten your dark days, and that was why you knew you wanted to have him around forever.

“Welcome home, Bucky.”

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Hands That Heal - Ch. 2

Bucky Barnes x mechanic!fem!reader

Chapter Summary: Bucky knows all about having a past and doesn’t judge you for yours. Series Warnings: 18+ only, canon-typical violence, swearing, fluff, misogyny/degrading comments from some men. (smut will come later) Word count: 3164

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

RECAP: “Do I know you?” Axel asked as he pointed the weapon at Bucky. “You look familiar but I know you don’t belong ‘round these parts.”

“Nah.” Bucky smirked, not showing an ounce of fear as he looked down the barrel of the gun. “I’m just here for her hands.”

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“The fuck did you say?” Axel growled as he stepped closer to Bucky but you moved in to intercept him.

“Ax, I’m just fixing his bike.” You said as you placed your hand on his gun arm and tried to lower it. “That’s all.”

“Not that it is any of your business.” Bucky commented.

You wished he would go back to being quiet, you didn’t understand why he was suddenly talkative but you would certainly ask if you all made it out of this moment alive. For now you had to try to stop your ex from putting a bullet in Bucky’s brain. That goal was getting harder by the second as he glared down at Axel and neither man looked ready to back down from the staring contest.

“You are not helping, Bucky.” You pointed to him before poking Axel in his leather clad chest. “And you, you know better than to come here. Go home to your wife and fix your fucking fence.”

“When did you grow a set of balls?”

Axel sneered at your sudden confidence but there was something about knowing Bucky was there and fearless that gave you the courage to talk to him in ways you never had before.

“Just get off my property.” You sighed and pointed out the garage door. “You’re not the only one with a gun, remember.”

“You’re lucky I’m late for church.” He growled before getting up in Bucky’s face. “You touch my girl, you’re dead.”

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Except the part where you said you were bringing back the drama I hate you for that ! You love hurting us

Hands That Heal - Ch.6

Bucky Barnes x mechanic!fem!reader

Chapter Summary: Bucky opens himself up and you see a new, softer side to him. Chapter Warning: fluff - so much fluff Word count: 2266

Series Warnings: 18+ only, canon-typical violence, swearing, fluff, misogyny/degrading comments from some men, smut.

Chapters: 1 || 2 || 3 || 4 || 5 || 6 || 7 || 8coming soon

RECAP: “Stay the night.” You half asked, half begged as you ran your thumb across his full and kiss-swollen lips. “Please.”

“You sure?” He asked, having left every other night, but tonight was different, tonight you had both taken a big step together.

“More than anything.” 

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You woke up as your body reminded you that you hadn’t eaten last night and pulled yourself out from under Bucky’s arm. He stirred slightly and dragged your pillow into his arm before settling back down. It wasn’t until your stomach rumbled again that you were able to pull yourself away from his sleeping form. It was so tempting to stay and watch him, with every muscle relaxed and his dark eyelashes flicking as he dreamt. Grabbing his t-shirt off the floor you pulled it over your head and were enveloped in his scent before leaving him to sleep.

When you went to the living room you found the bowl still full of stale popcorn and the tv still frozen on the colourful entrance to Munchkinland. You turned the tv off and tossed the popcorn in the bin before quietly making breakfast and taking it downstairs. You would normally have put music on while you worked on Bucky’s motorbike but while he was sleeping you didn’t want to disturb him.

Some of the final parts you had been waiting on had arrived so you cut open the boxes and packaging before sitting on your stool and connecting them up. You had just finished installing the replacement exhaust when the stairs creaked and Bucky entered the garage shirtless. Your eyes drank in the sight of him walking over to you, his jeans hanging low on his hips and his scars now unabashedly bared.

“Good afternoon.” You smiled as he pulled you up from your seat to kiss you sweetly. “Did you sleep well?”

He nodded as his hands slipped up beneath his shirt you wore to rest on your waist. “I haven’t slept for that long in…I don’t know how long. How long have you been up?”

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Hands That Heal - Ch.5

Bucky Barnes x mechanic!fem!reader

Chapter Summary:  Things finally get heated with you and Bucky, once you help him overcome his insecurities. Chapter Warning: 18+ only, smut, oral (f), fluff Word count: 2138

Series Warnings: 18+ only, canon-typical violence, swearing, fluff, misogyny/degrading comments from some men, smut.

Chapters: 1 || 2 || 3 || 4 || 5 || 6 || 7 coming soon

RECAP: “And where am I meant to fit?” You asked as you put your hand on your cocked hip.

He shuffled back and opened his arm out, giving you the space needed to lay in front of him. You didn’t waste any time filling the space and your head rested on his warm arm while his metal one curled over your waist. There was no way you were going to be able to focus on the movie as you felt the tips of his fingertips teasingly caressing the soft skin of your belly where your shirt had shifted and slowly inch their way down. 

“Bucky?” You asked with a breathy voice you barely recognised and his fingers froze where they were. “Please, don’t stop.”

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Hands That Heal - Ch. 4

Bucky Barnes x mechanic!fem!reader

Chapter Summary: Roles are reversed when Bucky shows his domestic side and you show him your protective side. Series Warnings: 18+ only, canon-typical violence, swearing, fluff, misogyny/degrading comments from some men, smut to come. Word count: 2.2K

Chapters: 1 || 2 || 3 || 4 || 5 || 

RECAP: “I’m not a cop.” He smirked. “I just want to have a friendly conversation. I’ll even leave my weapons with you if it makes you feel better.”

You shook your head with a bitter laugh. “You going in unarmed would not make me feel better.”

“Well, I would keep the arm.” He joked before sobering up and softly cupping your face in his large palms. “Come on, let me fix this so we can see where it goes. Second chances don’t come very often, believe me.”

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“Are you doing anything this weekend?”

You straightened up from where you had been bent over the engine of a Subaru and turned to see Bucky leaning against your workbench.

“When did you get here?” You asked as you looked around the empty workshop, Chip and Dale long gone.

“Few minutes ago, I didn’t want to interrupt.” He admitted with a smirk. “So this weekend?”

For the last three weeks Bucky had rolled into the parking lot at 7 o'clock on the dot and you had quickly grown used to the routine that had formed. He would take you out for dinner then quietly watch you work on his bike, slowly beginning to like your music that played in the background, before going upstairs and watching a movie. Sometimes they were modern, sometimes they were black and white pictures of a bygone era. You didn’t mind what you watched, your attention was more on the man beside you than the tv.

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“You’re not a piece of property, y/n.” He said

Oh !! But I can be yours Buck no worries

Feminist? I’m not familiar with this word not sure what it means 🤷🏻

Hands That Heal - Ch. 3

Bucky Barnes x mechanic!fem!reader

Chapter Summary: Bucky is all about second chances and after 106 years he doesn’t believe in wasting precious time or chances.   Series Warnings: 18+ only, canon-typical violence, swearing, fluff, misogyny/degrading comments from some men, smut to come. Word count: 1908

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

RECAP To Bucky: Would it keep you in?

His reply was almost instant and you nearly drew blood with the way you chewed on your bottom lip.

From Bucky: No. From Bucky: But you could.

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You made record time as you showered and shaved, telling yourself you were due to do it anyway and not specifically because of a certain someone due to arrive any second now. You could hear his truck pull in as you ran between your bathroom and bedroom to get fresh clothes and you left a river of water drops across the hardwood flooring. You were almost done when you heard him call your name from inside the house and you gave yourself a once over in the mirror as you replied where you were.

Satisfied with your reflection, you opened the door and stepped into the hallway to find Bucky leaning against the wall opposite your door. His smile grew as his eyes looked over you and you returned the gesture with an equally appreciative look. His dark denim jeans hugged his legs and the navy blue t-shirt he wore was tight across his broad chest and biceps. He looked like he belonged on a runway, not in your hallway.

“Hey.”

One word and already your mouth was dry. You blamed his smile that came with the word because that sucker seemed to scatter your brain every time it surfaced, yet you missed it when it was gone. Then he opened his arms slightly and you practically dove into the hug, missing the scent you had become addicted to in a single day. If all drugs were like him you could begin to understand why people ruined their lives for it, he was intoxicating.

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Fuck I had eye surgery a week ago my eyes are hurting and it’s midnight but I don’t want to stop reading and that’s how much I love this fic already

Hands That Heal - Ch. 2

Bucky Barnes x mechanic!fem!reader

Chapter Summary: Bucky knows all about having a past and doesn’t judge you for yours. Series Warnings: 18+ only, canon-typical violence, swearing, fluff, misogyny/degrading comments from some men. (smut will come later) Word count: 3164

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

RECAP: “Do I know you?” Axel asked as he pointed the weapon at Bucky. “You look familiar but I know you don’t belong ‘round these parts.”

“Nah.” Bucky smirked, not showing an ounce of fear as he looked down the barrel of the gun. “I’m just here for her hands.”

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“The fuck did you say?” Axel growled as he stepped closer to Bucky but you moved in to intercept him.

“Ax, I’m just fixing his bike.” You said as you placed your hand on his gun arm and tried to lower it. “That’s all.”

“Not that it is any of your business.” Bucky commented.

You wished he would go back to being quiet, you didn’t understand why he was suddenly talkative but you would certainly ask if you all made it out of this moment alive. For now you had to try to stop your ex from putting a bullet in Bucky’s brain. That goal was getting harder by the second as he glared down at Axel and neither man looked ready to back down from the staring contest.

“You are not helping, Bucky.” You pointed to him before poking Axel in his leather clad chest. “And you, you know better than to come here. Go home to your wife and fix your fucking fence.”

“When did you grow a set of balls?”

Axel sneered at your sudden confidence but there was something about knowing Bucky was there and fearless that gave you the courage to talk to him in ways you never had before.

“Just get off my property.” You sighed and pointed out the garage door. “You’re not the only one with a gun, remember.”

“You’re lucky I’m late for church.” He growled before getting up in Bucky’s face. “You touch my girl, you’re dead.”

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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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The Surrogate Masterlist

Bucky Barnes x fem!reader

Series Summary: Natasha, Clint and you have been inseparable since you joined Shield all those years ago. When Natasha mentions how much she wanted to be a mother you make it your mission to give her that opportunity. The hysterectomy in Widow training left her unable to carry a child but her ovaries remained. Using her egg, and a sperm donation from Clint, you carry the child and have to deal with all that comes with it - mostly a very protective mother. But, just because you are the surrogate for Natasha’s baby but that doesn’t mean you can’t find love for yourself. Canon timeline and deaths. Series Warnings: 18+ only, pregnancy, birth, infinity war, death, fluff, smut Word Count: 11k Status: COMPLETE Set after Civil War, just before Infinity War and after End Game.

Part One ꕥ ➴ Natasha and the team leave you behind in Wakanda for your safety so you have to find a way to pass the time, like visiting Steve's friend, Bucky.

Part Two ⁂ ꕥ ➴ 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.

Part Three ⁂ ➴ After months of peaceful living with Bucky he is called to arms as the fight with Thanos comes to Wakanda.

Part Four † ➴ Upon your return from the Blip you find out the true cost of the war and the sacrifices that were made to bring everyone back.

⁂ = smut † = death ⨮ =angst. ꕥ = fluff

I am not forgiving you fuck off !! I hate you 🖕🏻

(No I don’t but just pretend I do )

The Surrogate [pt.3]

Bucky Barnes x fem!reader

Summary: After months of peaceful living with Bucky he is called to arms as the fight with Thanos comes to Wakanda. Warnings: 18+ only, pregnancy, smut, labour, war WC: 3018 Set after Civil War, just before Infinity War and after End Game.

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The hospital bed was shaking as Natasha’s nervousness left her leg bouncing and you looked to Clint to try calm her but he was too busy enjoying the rare sight. He was poised against the wall with one leg bent behind him as he scratched at the empty spot that was usually taken up by his ankle bracelet. Finally, the sonographer entered the room and Nat’s head shot up from where she had been watching your stomach move under her hand.

There was no waiting around or polite small talk as she squirted the gel onto your stomach, everyone in Wakanda knew the longer Nat or Clint stayed in their country the higher risk of getting caught. No one wanted to implicate the Wakandans so it was best to get the scan done quickly so everyone could disperse back across the globe. Everyone except you.

“Measurements look great, everything looks to be growing at the right rate.” Dr N’Yana smiled as she took a rare look away from the screen. “Were you wanting to know the gender?”

“Please!” Nat begged as she leant even closer. “We have a bet.”

“It’s a girl.” You and Clint both reaffirmed as Natasha shook her head.

“Everything points to a boy.” She argued once again.

“Old wives tales don’t count.” You laughed, as you looked back at Dr N’Yana. “Put her out of her misery please.”

“Sorry, Miss Romanoff, she is definitely a girl.”

Natasha didn’t look disappointed at all at losing the bet, she was too busy wiping the tears of joy that filled her eyes. It didn’t matter that you had been feeling her kicks for over a week or that you had seen her sonogram at 12 weeks, it all suddenly seemed real now. A tissue was waved in front of your face and you realised you were also crying, Clint handing the tissues out to both you and Nat as he grinned at the news.

“Congrats, Nat.” You sniffed after blowing your nose. “I knew from those kicks she was going to be a mini you.”

Her arms wrapped around your neck as she quietly thanked you once again. The three of you were family, she never had to thank you for anything and you reminded her that as you cleaned the slimy gel off your stomach and accepted her hand to help you sit up.

“Things are getting pretty rough out there right now. I don’t know when we can stop in again next but no matter what, you call me the moment you think she’s coming.” She said as you walked her out to the jet, a new stack of images tucked close to her chest in a zippered pocket. “I can’t believe how much you are glowing. What I can’t tell is if it’s the pregnancy or Bucky and that vitamin D.”

“Shh…” You hissed as you looked around the public area. “It’s not like that, we don’t do that.”

“Wait. Seriously?” She asked as she skidded to a halt.

“No, I…we do other stuff, just not that.”

“You do realise there's a thing called a mucus plug that stops anything from getting up there, if that’s what you are worried about.”

“Oh god, I can’t have this conversation with you, or anyone for that matter.”

Clint’s laugh reminded you he was following a few feet behind and your face burned with embarrassment. “You’re gonna need it when it’s time to get that baby out.” He laughed. “I remember Laura going feral when she hit her due date, couldn’t get enough.”

“You do realise I will have to look Laura in the eye once all of this is over?” You grimaced. “I don’t need to hear this. Would you look at the time? Your flight’s set to take off.”

“I’m the pilot. It takes off when I say it does.” Nat laughed at your expense before sighing. “But you’re right, we should be heading off. There’s only so long Laura can wear the ankle monitor and replicate this dweebs movements.”

You were getting better with their goodbyes but you still felt a pang of hurt every time they left and this was no different. You gave them both a hug before Clint pulled the three of you all together and kissed your forehead before heading to the jet with a wave. Nat lingered a moment longer to press her hand to your belly one last time and you remembered what you had thought earlier.

“Can you tell Steve that he’s wrong about Bucky and he should visit next time?”

You could tell she was curious to ask what you were talking about but Clint had started the engines and so she just nodded in agreement and made her way to the ramp before he left without her.

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18 weeks later

You were gently brushing Bucky’s hair as he slept beside you, the long strands almost curling from how often you twirled them around your fingers. You barely slept these days, the weight of your pregnancy leaving you uncomfortable and unable to find a position to sleep in. Instead you spent the early hours laying face to face, watching him sleep as a breeze fluttered the curtain at the front door.

“You should be resting.” He murmured with his sleepy, gravelly voice.

“You go back to sleep baby, no point in both of us being tired today and my back hurts.” You replied softly, hoping he would go back to sleep but instead he climbed over the double mattress he had upgraded to months ago and began rubbing your back.

You sighed as his hand worked its magic and the soft sounds filling the room quickly left his cock growing hard between your thighs. There would be no going back to sleep for either of you until you could alleviate the pulsing ache between your legs and he hummed happily as you lifted your leg over his hip. The massage was forgotten as his hips rolled behind you, pushing his head through your folds to find your core wet and needy for him.

“God, always so ready for me aren’t you, doll?” He moaned in your ear between kissing your neck.

“Please, I need you, Buck.” You pleaded as he kept teasing you with his hips.

He shifted slightly behind you, the angle changing and when he rolled his hips his cock pressed into your dripping cunt, slowly filling you until you couldn’t possibly take any more. A high keen expelled as he stretched you and his own moan sent shivers down your spine while his fingers tightened their hold on your hips. Your patience ran out as you chased the release he could give you and you pushed yourself back against him and rolled your own hips, riding his cock and taking your own pleasure.

“That’s it, y/n, fuck, take what you need from me.”

His hand slipped over your hip and teased your clit, circling and rolling it to elicit the mewls you couldn’t hold back. His strong legs pushed you wider when your legs threatened close with ecstasy and his thrusts grew even harder, fucking you into oblivion as your body began to tremble around him. His growl ruptured the fragments of your mind and sent you over the edge, pussy gripping his cock and trying to keep him deep inside. You even whimpered when he pulled out and you missed the full feeling before you felt the heated splatters of his cum painting your lower back.

You went to climb out of bed and get cleaned up but he pressed you back into the mattress with a kiss and got out himself. You watched his silhouette make its way around the room and he came back with a cool washcloth and gently cleaned the mess he had made. When he was finished you were finally feeling relaxed enough to attempt to sleep again and he climbed back in behind you, arm hanging over your hip and already falling asleep.

When you woke again the room was bright and Bucky was missing from the bed. Fresh fruit and a glass of water was set on the bedside with a net over the top and smiled at the sweet thought as you picked at a slice of pawpaw. It wasn’t until you heard voices outside that you stopped snacking and pulled a flowing dress over your body to go and see who was visiting.

“T’Challa, what brings you out here?” You asked with a smile that was harder than normal to produce, the ache in your back only increasing as you got out of bed.

“You should be resting still.” Bucky sighed as he saw the pain in your features.

“This affects her too, white wolf, she should know.” T’Challa said before turning his attention to you. “We have a war coming, New York has already been attacked and Tony is missing.”

Your hands flew to your mouth as you thought of your old team mate and you pressed a hand to your forehead as your body suddenly felt too hot. A sweat broke on your brow as you tried to stop the tears that were building until you noticed a case sitting on the wagon of hay Bucky was unloading.

“What is that?” You asked as you touched the black and gold metal plates of the prosthetic arm. “How long have you had this?”

“Shuri built it in case he ever came out of retirement.” T’Challa answered without actually answering and a spark of anger ignited in your belly.

“You mean you knowingly kept that locked away when he could have been using it.”

“Y/n, it’s fine. I didn’t need it.” Bucky said as he grabbed your chin and turned your head to look at his sincerity.

You took a deep breath and blamed your irritability on the lack of sleep before nodding and apologising to the King, only for speaking to him the way you did not for what you said. You still thought they should have given him the arm as soon as it was made.

“Steve’s jet will be here within the hour, I suggest you find your way to the palace too, y/n, it’s not going to be safe out here when the battle begins.”

With that T’Challa turned and left with his Dora Milaje and you watched Bucky pull his shirt over his head and begin unwrapping the cloth he used to hide his stump where his arm was. You guided the top of the arm to his shoulder and felt a magnetic pull when it was a few inches away, the arm locking into place with the help of a mechanism and he rolled his arm, getting a feel for the new addition.

“I like the new colour scheme.” You ran your fingers along the plates and found his eyes watching you touch him. “I wonder what features it has.”

“You’re insatiable.” He shook his head with a rueful smile, looking at the King’s jet taking off back to the heart of the city. “When this is over we will figure that out, for now I need to get you to the palace. No arguments.”

He led you back inside to sit on the bed while he unlocked a trunk that had been stuffed in the corner for as long as you had been there. You watched curiously as he pulled out duffel bags and you heard the familiar rattle of guns inside one but the other was silent. He opened that first, pulling out his Winter Soldier gear that you had seen him wear in Germany.

“Does it scare you?” You asked as he held the leather vest up and shook out the dust that had gathered. “Wearing that again and fighting?”

“No.” He opened the weapons bag and began slotting the knives into the holders on the vest before looking up at you. “I have a reason to fight now and people to protect.”

You rose from the bed with a groan and made your way over to where he was dressing, buckling the many clips that crossed over his broad chest. Your fingers brushed his aside and you clipped him up before resting your palms over his leather clad chest.

“You be careful out there.” You ordered sternly. “I need you to come home to me.”

He dropped his forehead to yours, his hair creating a curtain to your own little world. “I love you.”

“I love you too, Bucky, but promise me.”

“I promise, now let’s go.”

The quinjet was just landing as you arrived at the landing pad and Natasha was first off the ramp, hands reaching for your stomach that had exploded since she last visited. Not even the video calls could really do justice to the size of your bump and she was absolutely stunned as she cradled it.

“Your mommy’s here, baby girl.” You smiled as she started kicking wildly before groaning as she hit your bladder. “Great, excuse me while I go to the toilet, again.”

“Want me to come?” Bucky asked as you clenched your teeth at the strain.

“No, no. You haven’t seen Steve in years, I’ll be back in a minute.” You reassured him and pushed him towards Steve who was stepping off the ramp.

You hadn’t gotten far inside the palace doors when the pressure inside you shifted and a torrent of liquid ran down your legs. You still felt the need to go for a pee and swore at the realisation that your waters had indeed broken as you leant against the wall for support.

“Ayo, please go and retrieve Natasha and James.” You heard T’Challa order and looked up to find his concerned eyes taking in the scene.

“Sorry about the floor.” You muttered but he just laughed.

“It is the least of our worries today.” He said before the hurried footsteps of Nat and Bucky reached you. “Shuri has had a room prepared for her already. Bast bless you with a safe delivery.”

“Kid’s got a real problem with timing.” You tried to joke as Bucky’s new arm wrapped around your waist and supported you as they led the way to the medical wing high up the palace floors.

“Unknown aircraft entering the atmosphere.” An alarm alerted from the speakers in the elevator and your anxiety spiked at the thought of your friends out on the battlefield.

“What are you doing here?” Shuri asked as she looked up from the surgery she was performing on Vision. “Now is not the time to go into labour.”

“Tell that to her.” You groaned as the pain in your back radiated to the front. “She missed that memo.”

“On the bed over there.” Shuri nodded with her chin. “I’ll watch over her, they need all the help they can get down there.”

Your eyes widened at the thought of giving birth alone and you reached out, taking one of their hands. “Finish the bastards quickly and get back here.”

Natasha nodded rigidly before seeing the spacecrafts cast shadows over the city and bent over your stomach to whisper in her native tongue before kissing your forehead. “Stay safe.”

She disappeared from the room without looking back and you turned to Bucky. “What did she say?”

“Your momma will always be with you and she loves you.” He said after a moment's pause, wondering if he should tell you. “I know, I’ll keep an eye out for her.”

You smiled as he read your mind and pulled him closer by the buckles on his vest so you could kiss him. “Watch out for yourself too, don’t get all selfless and killed because I fucking love you, James. And I kinda need you if we want a baby of our own, remember?”

“Oh, I remember.” He smirked against your lips before pulling away. “I’ll be back before you know it. I love you.”

You watched his purposeful gait as he left the room and wondered how even posed for war with aliens he could look so sexy.

“You really thinking about another baby when you haven’t even given birth?” Shuri laughed. “Crazy.”

“It’s not too bad right now.”

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“Fuuuuuck!” You screamed as another contraction ripped through your abdomen. “Shuri!”

“Breathe, y/n, you are doing great.” She said from the other side of the room where she was still performing the surgery and muttering under her breath. “Yelling is not making me go any faster.”

“I heard that.”

“Sorry!”

You relaxed as the contraction eased off and lifted your head to see the chaos out the glass windows, instantly regretting your decision. Wanda had been helping take the pain away and ease your mind but she had been needed on the battlefield and you were left without any pain relief and the contractions were coming hard and fast. A crash at the door pulled you away from your worry and a body was thrown across the room.

“Y/n! Get to that room.” Shuri pointed to a door close by and you pulled yourself off the bed and shuffled as quickly as you could into the supply room.

You made it inside just before a hideous alien stepped in the main room and grappled with Shuri, the destruction only ending when Vis threw him and the alien out of the window to cascade down the palace wall. It was all too much, too much chaos, too much fighting, too much everything that you slid down the wall and curled up on the cool tile floor. There was nothing you could do except grit your teeth and cry as the contractions took your breath away and suffer alone.

Suddenly a wave of peace washed over you and the battle outside fell silent. Did that mean we won? You prayed that Bucky and Nat were safe, along with everyone else as a strange weightless feeling took over your body. Every nerve tingled oddly and you looked at your fingers as they began to crumble to dust that quickly spread across your skin.

“What the fu-“

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Fuck this is such a sad ending 😭 I was hoping that Natasha did die in this 😭

But as always really good fic. I fucking love your writing!!!

The Surrogate [pt.4]

Bucky Barnes x fem!reader

Summary: Upon your return from the Blip you find out the true cost of the war and the sacrifices that were made to bring everyone back. Warnings: 18+ only, canon death, birth, grief, breastfeeding WC: 2225 Set during and after End Game.

|| Main Masterlist || Drabbles Masterlist || Part 1 || Part 2 || Part 3 || Part 4 ||

Recap: Suddenly a wave of peace washed over you and the battle outside fell silent. Did that mean we won? You prayed that Bucky and Nat were safe, along with everyone else as a strange weightless feeling took over your body. Every nerve tingled oddly and you looked at your fingers as they began to crumble to dust that quickly spread across your skin. “What the fu-“

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Upstate New York, 2023

Natasha had done what she needed to and held her composure for the entirety of the weekly meeting that was held across the galaxy. Now she was ready to escape to the lonely confines of her room and lock the door in case Steve overheard her tears. He would always test the door handle when the muffled sobs escaped her pillow, some days she left it unlocked and let herself take comfort, today was not one of those days.

It was quiet as she walked through the compound, out of the business side and into the housing area. Everywhere was quieter now, she thought as she took a seat at the edge of her bed and unzipped the pocket on her chest to pull out the picture she always kept close to her heart. Her trembling fingers traced the outline of her daughter's face and she scrambled to wipe the tear that landed on the precious image.

She had tried not to let hope flutter in her chest as she listened to Tony explain the possibility of time travel but there it was, gripping her in its talons and giving her the drive to do whatever necessary to bring you and her baby back, to bring Clint’s family back, to bring everyone back. Falling back into the bed she tried to remember the feel of strong kicks beneath her hand, the smooth, silvery stretch marks on your skin that showed how much she had grown on your belly. Once again she felt like a failure for their defeat and curled up as she hugged her pillow, burying her face into the material to release the angry tears until she fell asleep.

“Nat?” Clint asked softly through the door as the handle rattled. “You ready?”

Natasha tied the braid off and took one last look in the mirror with a deep breath. This has to work. She opened the door to find Clint looking just as exhausted as she felt and took his hand with a squeeze.

“We are going to bring them home.” She had repeated the mantra so much that she almost believed it. “No matter the cost.”

He dropped his forehead to hers with a nod. “No matter the cost.”

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Soulworld

“There you are.” You smiled as you walked across the endless shallow water that reflected a sky full of stars you didn’t recognise. “Look who it is. It’s mommy.”

Nat’s arms were already reaching for the baby in yours and her chubby fists tangled in her mom's long hair the second she was close enough.

“Did we win?” You asked, wrapping them both in your arms and inhaling the sweet scent you had missed.

“Mission accomplished.” She smiled as she brushed her fingers over her baby's face as if she was trying to memorise the moment. “She’s beautiful, so, so beautiful.”

“Just like her mama.”

Her laugh turned to a sob as she pressed her lips to her baby’s forehead and handed her back to you.

“I need you to promise me something.” She asked as she leant in and sniffed the newborn smell still clinging to her baby’s hair. “You will raise her as your own.”

“What? No!” You frowned and looked around the peculiar land before focusing back on her. “No, you’re gonna raise her, just like we always planned.”

“When have our plans ever actually worked out?” She sniffed a chuckle. “I know you love her too and you will protect her with your life. Promise me, please.”

You nodded as you felt the goodbye in her voice constrict your throat but you managed to strangle an answer. “I promise, Nat, I promise.”

“Thank you.” Her sadness disappeared as she looked to the purple horizon and a real smile graced her lips. “Take care of our little girl.”

“Her name’s Natalia.” You said as a golden light exploded from the horizon and her smile widened before the light engulfed you.

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Wakanda, 2023

“-fuck?”

You watched the dust gather and knit your body together, a cloud of fog lifting from your brain as you wiggled your fingers to test the feeling in them. A petrified scream outside startled you and you pressed your back to the door, fearful that the aliens had returned to the medical wing. Blood gathered on your lip as you bit it to hide your own guttural cry of pain that was building with your contraction and your head hit the door as your back arched.

“Y/n!” Shuri’s voice came from the other side. “I need you to move so I can come in.”

You couldn’t move until your contraction ended and sweat was building on your forehead with the need to push.

“I can’t.” You whimpered. “She's coming.”

“You can and you will, now move!”

You shuffled aside as much as you could and the door opened just enough for her to slide through the gap. Her eyes darted around the room before her hands grabbed an armful of towels and gloves then dropped in front of you.

“I need you to focus on your breathing for me.” She said as she laid the towels out and lifted your dress up to check how things were going. “Oh, wow.”

“What does that mean?!”

“Sorry, she has lots of hair.” She grinned as she popped up for a moment before disappearing again. “You’re gonna wanna push as hard as you can with the next contraction.”

“Are you sure you know what you are doing?” You asked as the tightening across your abdomen signalled the beginning of a contraction.

“I know every process in the human body, created an artificial arm for your boyfriend after reprogramming his brain to break the conditioning that Hydra instilled in him.” She pointed out as you grunted. “Now push.”

A scream tore from your lips as you dug your feet into the floor and pushed with the last of your waning strength and your head was violently shaking as you cried that you couldn’t do it but Shuri’s faith never wavered as she coached you through.

“I can’t, I can’t, please.” You pleaded as the door outside crashed open and you heard Bucky calling your name.

“In here, white wolf.” Shuri answered for you as she pressed the top of your stomach to help you push. “Get your girlfriend to push.”

Bucky crashed through the door, catching it before it hit you or Shuri and slid on his knees to your side. “You’re alive, thank god, you’re still here.” He said as he pulled you between his legs and held you to his chest.

“Shhh.” Shuri hissed and narrowed her eyes at Bucky with a warning you didn’t understand. “Get ready, it’s time to bring this little wonder into the world.”

Your fingers clung to Bucky’s vibranium arm and he held you close as you whimpered into his neck at the immense pressure threatening to split you in half.

“You can do it, doll. You’re doing so well, just a little bit more.” He urged as he wiped the sweat from your brow with his free hand. “I’m so proud of you.”

“Ahhhhhh!”

You felt the release of pressure as Shuri squealed excitedly but you had no energy left to look as you sagged against Bucky’s chest, his lips smiling as they pressed to your temple.

“You did it baby.” He said as you rolled your eyes to look up at him but he was too busy looking at Shuri so you turned your attention to her too as she lifted up the freshly wrapped little girl, soft cries filling the small storeroom.

“Congratulations, y/n, did Natasha have a name chosen?”

Shuri’s words ignited a strange memory and you shook your head as images from a place you didn’t recognise filled your head and your chest tightened as she placed the tiny bundle into your arms. “Where is she? Bucky, where’s Nat?”

“I don’t know.” He admitted with a sigh. “Something happened…”

“Wha-what do you mean?” Breathing was becoming difficult as you looked into eyes that were perfectly matched to Nat’s and already felt the absence of her mom from the world. “She’s gone. Nat’s gone. I can feel it. Oh god, she’s gone.”

Your cries were echoed by the little girl in your arms and you clutched her to your chest as alarms blared and called for every able bodied fighter to gather. Thanos and his army were attacking the Avengers Compound in Esopus.

“Nat’s tough, I’m sure she’s fine.” Bucky said as looked torn between answering the call and staying with you. “I’ll bring her back to you two.”

“No, you can’t.” You said as you wiped your tears, already knowing the truth, and sat up so he could move. “Go and kill that son of a bitch.”

“I can stay.” He said, unconvinced.

“We both know that’s not you, soldier.” You said as you stole a kiss before pushing him towards the door. “Me and Natalia will be right here waiting when you get back.”

“Natalia?” He smiled at the sound and ran his hand softly over the full head of red hair.

You hissed as Shuri took your distraction to give you a shot of oxytocin in your thigh and you groaned as another contraction began. “Fuck, is there another one?”

“No.” She laughed as Bucky’s eyes went wide at your words and shook her head. “It’s just the placenta. Would you like to cut the cord, white wolf?”

She held a pair of scissors out to him and he quickly grabbed them and the thick grey cord, chopping through it with a ghost of a tear in his eyes.

“Now go.” She shooed him from the room. “Let’s get you into a recovery bed.”

You emerged from the room and found the glass window that had been shattered was repaired and the furniture changed from how it was hours earlier.

“What happened…how has this been fixed already?”

“Let’s get you on the bed first, then we will catch you up.” Dr N’Yana said as she walked in with grey hairs streaking her previously black hair. “Thanos won the war of 2018 and wiped out half the population like he said he would.”

“No, Natasha said we won.” You shook your head.

“We did. They brought you all back here today, billions of people suddenly reappeared after 5 years.”

“F-five years?” You gasped as you looked to Shuri for the truth and she nodded, clicking the black ball on her bracelet and a world clock appearing with dates all showing 2023.

“I have to go.” She said, placing the ball back on her bracelet and grabbing her vambrace blasters. “If Thanos wants another war, that is what he will get.”

She took off running as Dr N’Yana pressed a calming hand to your shoulder. “You need to rest, there’s no fighting for you.”

“My family needs me.” You argued despite the fact you didn’t even have the energy to get past the ageing doctor.

“Your daughter needs you more.”

Remember your promise.

You nodded sullenly to Nat’s voice that filled your head and curled up with your daughter safely cradled in your arms. “I’ll protect you with my life.”

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6 Months Later, Ohio

The sun broke through the thick canopy of leaves like golden spears of light and the spring breeze left a hint of jasmine in the air. It was peaceful here, somewhere she could truly rest after all the long years she spent fighting. You could sit in the clearing all day listening to the birds singing but your days of rest were gone and now it was your turn to fight. You had a daughter to raise in a world that had been thrust into chaos and anger but you vowed to make it safe for her.

“Ouch.” Bucky groaned as Natalia pulled his long hair. “Daddy’s going to need a haircut before you rip it all out.”

You smiled as you looked up from where you sat beside Natasha’s headstone and watched Bucky walking along the pathway with your daughter in his arms. You weren’t quite sure how you would have survived without him, the long sleepless nights with your newborn, the even longer nights spent crying over her mother. He had been your pillar of strength even though he was working through his own losses with Steve gone.

“I think someone’s hungry.” He greeted you with a kiss as he sat down on the grass and let Natalia reach out for you to breastfeed, latching on quickly as you stared at the plain headstone that didn’t do her justice. “What’s going on in that pretty head of yours?”

“She deserved so much more.” You sighed and leant into his side. “She should’ve been here to watch Natalia grow. It’s just so fucking unfair.”

“We’ve fought aliens with the help of sorcerers and gods.” He said as he draped his arm over your shoulder and shuffled closer. “You sort of have to believe that she’s not completely gone, that she's out there watching over everyone.”

As if to prove his point a breeze whipped through the small cemetery, shifting the branches above you and letting a blinding ray of light bath you in her glow. Tipping your head back, you let the light warm your soul and dry the tears that rolled down your face.

Your momma will always be watching over us.

YOU DID NOT !!! YOU FUCKING DID NOOOOT !!! HOW COILD YOU ?!? Whyyyyy NOOOOOO

The Surrogate [pt.3]

Bucky Barnes x fem!reader

Summary: After months of peaceful living with Bucky he is called to arms as the fight with Thanos comes to Wakanda. Warnings: 18+ only, pregnancy, smut, labour, war WC: 3018 Set after Civil War, just before Infinity War and after End Game.

|| Main Masterlist || Drabbles Masterlist || Part 1 || Part 2 || Part 3 || Part 4 ||

The hospital bed was shaking as Natasha’s nervousness left her leg bouncing and you looked to Clint to try calm her but he was too busy enjoying the rare sight. He was poised against the wall with one leg bent behind him as he scratched at the empty spot that was usually taken up by his ankle bracelet. Finally, the sonographer entered the room and Nat’s head shot up from where she had been watching your stomach move under her hand.

There was no waiting around or polite small talk as she squirted the gel onto your stomach, everyone in Wakanda knew the longer Nat or Clint stayed in their country the higher risk of getting caught. No one wanted to implicate the Wakandans so it was best to get the scan done quickly so everyone could disperse back across the globe. Everyone except you.

“Measurements look great, everything looks to be growing at the right rate.” Dr N’Yana smiled as she took a rare look away from the screen. “Were you wanting to know the gender?”

“Please!” Nat begged as she leant even closer. “We have a bet.”

“It’s a girl.” You and Clint both reaffirmed as Natasha shook her head.

“Everything points to a boy.” She argued once again.

“Old wives tales don’t count.” You laughed, as you looked back at Dr N’Yana. “Put her out of her misery please.”

“Sorry, Miss Romanoff, she is definitely a girl.”

Natasha didn’t look disappointed at all at losing the bet, she was too busy wiping the tears of joy that filled her eyes. It didn’t matter that you had been feeling her kicks for over a week or that you had seen her sonogram at 12 weeks, it all suddenly seemed real now. A tissue was waved in front of your face and you realised you were also crying, Clint handing the tissues out to both you and Nat as he grinned at the news.

“Congrats, Nat.” You sniffed after blowing your nose. “I knew from those kicks she was going to be a mini you.”

Her arms wrapped around your neck as she quietly thanked you once again. The three of you were family, she never had to thank you for anything and you reminded her that as you cleaned the slimy gel off your stomach and accepted her hand to help you sit up.

“Things are getting pretty rough out there right now. I don’t know when we can stop in again next but no matter what, you call me the moment you think she’s coming.” She said as you walked her out to the jet, a new stack of images tucked close to her chest in a zippered pocket. “I can’t believe how much you are glowing. What I can’t tell is if it’s the pregnancy or Bucky and that vitamin D.”

“Shh…” You hissed as you looked around the public area. “It’s not like that, we don’t do that.”

“Wait. Seriously?” She asked as she skidded to a halt.

“No, I…we do other stuff, just not that.”

“You do realise there's a thing called a mucus plug that stops anything from getting up there, if that’s what you are worried about.”

“Oh god, I can’t have this conversation with you, or anyone for that matter.”

Clint’s laugh reminded you he was following a few feet behind and your face burned with embarrassment. “You’re gonna need it when it’s time to get that baby out.” He laughed. “I remember Laura going feral when she hit her due date, couldn’t get enough.”

“You do realise I will have to look Laura in the eye once all of this is over?” You grimaced. “I don’t need to hear this. Would you look at the time? Your flight’s set to take off.”

“I’m the pilot. It takes off when I say it does.” Nat laughed at your expense before sighing. “But you’re right, we should be heading off. There’s only so long Laura can wear the ankle monitor and replicate this dweebs movements.”

You were getting better with their goodbyes but you still felt a pang of hurt every time they left and this was no different. You gave them both a hug before Clint pulled the three of you all together and kissed your forehead before heading to the jet with a wave. Nat lingered a moment longer to press her hand to your belly one last time and you remembered what you had thought earlier.

“Can you tell Steve that he’s wrong about Bucky and he should visit next time?”

You could tell she was curious to ask what you were talking about but Clint had started the engines and so she just nodded in agreement and made her way to the ramp before he left without her.

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18 weeks later

You were gently brushing Bucky’s hair as he slept beside you, the long strands almost curling from how often you twirled them around your fingers. You barely slept these days, the weight of your pregnancy leaving you uncomfortable and unable to find a position to sleep in. Instead you spent the early hours laying face to face, watching him sleep as a breeze fluttered the curtain at the front door.

“You should be resting.” He murmured with his sleepy, gravelly voice.

“You go back to sleep baby, no point in both of us being tired today and my back hurts.” You replied softly, hoping he would go back to sleep but instead he climbed over the double mattress he had upgraded to months ago and began rubbing your back.

You sighed as his hand worked its magic and the soft sounds filling the room quickly left his cock growing hard between your thighs. There would be no going back to sleep for either of you until you could alleviate the pulsing ache between your legs and he hummed happily as you lifted your leg over his hip. The massage was forgotten as his hips rolled behind you, pushing his head through your folds to find your core wet and needy for him.

“God, always so ready for me aren’t you, doll?” He moaned in your ear between kissing your neck.

“Please, I need you, Buck.” You pleaded as he kept teasing you with his hips.

He shifted slightly behind you, the angle changing and when he rolled his hips his cock pressed into your dripping cunt, slowly filling you until you couldn’t possibly take any more. A high keen expelled as he stretched you and his own moan sent shivers down your spine while his fingers tightened their hold on your hips. Your patience ran out as you chased the release he could give you and you pushed yourself back against him and rolled your own hips, riding his cock and taking your own pleasure.

“That’s it, y/n, fuck, take what you need from me.”

His hand slipped over your hip and teased your clit, circling and rolling it to elicit the mewls you couldn’t hold back. His strong legs pushed you wider when your legs threatened close with ecstasy and his thrusts grew even harder, fucking you into oblivion as your body began to tremble around him. His growl ruptured the fragments of your mind and sent you over the edge, pussy gripping his cock and trying to keep him deep inside. You even whimpered when he pulled out and you missed the full feeling before you felt the heated splatters of his cum painting your lower back.

You went to climb out of bed and get cleaned up but he pressed you back into the mattress with a kiss and got out himself. You watched his silhouette make its way around the room and he came back with a cool washcloth and gently cleaned the mess he had made. When he was finished you were finally feeling relaxed enough to attempt to sleep again and he climbed back in behind you, arm hanging over your hip and already falling asleep.

When you woke again the room was bright and Bucky was missing from the bed. Fresh fruit and a glass of water was set on the bedside with a net over the top and smiled at the sweet thought as you picked at a slice of pawpaw. It wasn’t until you heard voices outside that you stopped snacking and pulled a flowing dress over your body to go and see who was visiting.

“T’Challa, what brings you out here?” You asked with a smile that was harder than normal to produce, the ache in your back only increasing as you got out of bed.

“You should be resting still.” Bucky sighed as he saw the pain in your features.

“This affects her too, white wolf, she should know.” T’Challa said before turning his attention to you. “We have a war coming, New York has already been attacked and Tony is missing.”

Your hands flew to your mouth as you thought of your old team mate and you pressed a hand to your forehead as your body suddenly felt too hot. A sweat broke on your brow as you tried to stop the tears that were building until you noticed a case sitting on the wagon of hay Bucky was unloading.

“What is that?” You asked as you touched the black and gold metal plates of the prosthetic arm. “How long have you had this?”

“Shuri built it in case he ever came out of retirement.” T’Challa answered without actually answering and a spark of anger ignited in your belly.

“You mean you knowingly kept that locked away when he could have been using it.”

“Y/n, it’s fine. I didn’t need it.” Bucky said as he grabbed your chin and turned your head to look at his sincerity.

You took a deep breath and blamed your irritability on the lack of sleep before nodding and apologising to the King, only for speaking to him the way you did not for what you said. You still thought they should have given him the arm as soon as it was made.

“Steve’s jet will be here within the hour, I suggest you find your way to the palace too, y/n, it’s not going to be safe out here when the battle begins.”

With that T’Challa turned and left with his Dora Milaje and you watched Bucky pull his shirt over his head and begin unwrapping the cloth he used to hide his stump where his arm was. You guided the top of the arm to his shoulder and felt a magnetic pull when it was a few inches away, the arm locking into place with the help of a mechanism and he rolled his arm, getting a feel for the new addition.

“I like the new colour scheme.” You ran your fingers along the plates and found his eyes watching you touch him. “I wonder what features it has.”

“You’re insatiable.” He shook his head with a rueful smile, looking at the King’s jet taking off back to the heart of the city. “When this is over we will figure that out, for now I need to get you to the palace. No arguments.”

He led you back inside to sit on the bed while he unlocked a trunk that had been stuffed in the corner for as long as you had been there. You watched curiously as he pulled out duffel bags and you heard the familiar rattle of guns inside one but the other was silent. He opened that first, pulling out his Winter Soldier gear that you had seen him wear in Germany.

“Does it scare you?” You asked as he held the leather vest up and shook out the dust that had gathered. “Wearing that again and fighting?”

“No.” He opened the weapons bag and began slotting the knives into the holders on the vest before looking up at you. “I have a reason to fight now and people to protect.”

You rose from the bed with a groan and made your way over to where he was dressing, buckling the many clips that crossed over his broad chest. Your fingers brushed his aside and you clipped him up before resting your palms over his leather clad chest.

“You be careful out there.” You ordered sternly. “I need you to come home to me.”

He dropped his forehead to yours, his hair creating a curtain to your own little world. “I love you.”

“I love you too, Bucky, but promise me.”

“I promise, now let’s go.”

The quinjet was just landing as you arrived at the landing pad and Natasha was first off the ramp, hands reaching for your stomach that had exploded since she last visited. Not even the video calls could really do justice to the size of your bump and she was absolutely stunned as she cradled it.

“Your mommy’s here, baby girl.” You smiled as she started kicking wildly before groaning as she hit your bladder. “Great, excuse me while I go to the toilet, again.”

“Want me to come?” Bucky asked as you clenched your teeth at the strain.

“No, no. You haven’t seen Steve in years, I’ll be back in a minute.” You reassured him and pushed him towards Steve who was stepping off the ramp.

You hadn’t gotten far inside the palace doors when the pressure inside you shifted and a torrent of liquid ran down your legs. You still felt the need to go for a pee and swore at the realisation that your waters had indeed broken as you leant against the wall for support.

“Ayo, please go and retrieve Natasha and James.” You heard T’Challa order and looked up to find his concerned eyes taking in the scene.

“Sorry about the floor.” You muttered but he just laughed.

“It is the least of our worries today.” He said before the hurried footsteps of Nat and Bucky reached you. “Shuri has had a room prepared for her already. Bast bless you with a safe delivery.”

“Kid’s got a real problem with timing.” You tried to joke as Bucky’s new arm wrapped around your waist and supported you as they led the way to the medical wing high up the palace floors.

“Unknown aircraft entering the atmosphere.” An alarm alerted from the speakers in the elevator and your anxiety spiked at the thought of your friends out on the battlefield.

“What are you doing here?” Shuri asked as she looked up from the surgery she was performing on Vision. “Now is not the time to go into labour.”

“Tell that to her.” You groaned as the pain in your back radiated to the front. “She missed that memo.”

“On the bed over there.” Shuri nodded with her chin. “I’ll watch over her, they need all the help they can get down there.”

Your eyes widened at the thought of giving birth alone and you reached out, taking one of their hands. “Finish the bastards quickly and get back here.”

Natasha nodded rigidly before seeing the spacecrafts cast shadows over the city and bent over your stomach to whisper in her native tongue before kissing your forehead. “Stay safe.”

She disappeared from the room without looking back and you turned to Bucky. “What did she say?”

“Your momma will always be with you and she loves you.” He said after a moment's pause, wondering if he should tell you. “I know, I’ll keep an eye out for her.”

You smiled as he read your mind and pulled him closer by the buckles on his vest so you could kiss him. “Watch out for yourself too, don’t get all selfless and killed because I fucking love you, James. And I kinda need you if we want a baby of our own, remember?”

“Oh, I remember.” He smirked against your lips before pulling away. “I’ll be back before you know it. I love you.”

You watched his purposeful gait as he left the room and wondered how even posed for war with aliens he could look so sexy.

“You really thinking about another baby when you haven’t even given birth?” Shuri laughed. “Crazy.”

“It’s not too bad right now.”

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“Fuuuuuck!” You screamed as another contraction ripped through your abdomen. “Shuri!”

“Breathe, y/n, you are doing great.” She said from the other side of the room where she was still performing the surgery and muttering under her breath. “Yelling is not making me go any faster.”

“I heard that.”

“Sorry!”

You relaxed as the contraction eased off and lifted your head to see the chaos out the glass windows, instantly regretting your decision. Wanda had been helping take the pain away and ease your mind but she had been needed on the battlefield and you were left without any pain relief and the contractions were coming hard and fast. A crash at the door pulled you away from your worry and a body was thrown across the room.

“Y/n! Get to that room.” Shuri pointed to a door close by and you pulled yourself off the bed and shuffled as quickly as you could into the supply room.

You made it inside just before a hideous alien stepped in the main room and grappled with Shuri, the destruction only ending when Vis threw him and the alien out of the window to cascade down the palace wall. It was all too much, too much chaos, too much fighting, too much everything that you slid down the wall and curled up on the cool tile floor. There was nothing you could do except grit your teeth and cry as the contractions took your breath away and suffer alone.

Suddenly a wave of peace washed over you and the battle outside fell silent. Did that mean we won? You prayed that Bucky and Nat were safe, along with everyone else as a strange weightless feeling took over your body. Every nerve tingled oddly and you looked at your fingers as they began to crumble to dust that quickly spread across your skin.

“What the fu-“

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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

The Surrogate [pt.1]

Bucky Barnes x fem!reader

Summary: Natasha, Clint and you have been inseparable since you joined Shield all those years ago. When Natasha mentions how much she wanted to be a mother you make it your mission to give her that opportunity. The hysterectomy in Widow training left her unable to carry a child but her ovaries remained. Using her egg, and a sperm donation from Clint, you carry the child and have to deal with all that comes with it - mostly a very protective mother. Warnings: 18+ only, pregnancy, mentions of blood WC: 2610 Set after Civil War, just before Infinity War and after End Game.

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Wakanda, late 2017

Tears filled Nat’s eyes as she watched the image moving on the black and white screen. The baby, her baby, was throwing kicks that already made her so proud.

“We gotta work on that roundhouse, kid.” She murmured as she bit her knuckle to stop her lip trembling.

You took her soft hand, running your thumb over the teeth marks on her skin before wiping the stray tear that escaped. “At least give her a few years before you start training her.”

“Her?” The fearless widow's eyes widened as she looked to the sonographer.

“Too early to tell I’m afraid.” She smiled and wiped off the gel from your stomach. “We can check that at the next scan.”

“I bet she’s a girl, smart and brave like her mom.” You said squeezing Nat’s hand before getting up from the bed.

Natasha held the precious images in her hands as you left the hospital and kept peeking at them as if they would suddenly disappear. She was so wrapped up in the outline of her baby's face that when she saw sudden movement beside her she lashed out. Clint groaned and she grabbed his hand and twisted it away from your stomach before dropping it like hot coals.

“Oh shit, I’m so sorry!” She gasped, taking his hand and rubbing his sprained wrist. “You shouldn’t sneak up on us like that.”

“I’ve been talking to y/n for the past two minutes.” He chuckled and plucked the ultrasound images from her fingers to look at the baby. “Ugh, they all look like aliens.”

Natasha hit his arm as she took them back and cradled them to her chest while he laughed at her defensiveness. “Do not!”

“Trust me, I’ve been through this three times. Don’t let them do a 4D scan, it’ll give you nightmares.” He said with a theatrical shiver. “Now who’s up for sushi, I’m starving.”

“She’s not allowed sushi.” She answered before you could. “Shouldn’t you be heading home before anyone realises you left. You are under house arrest, remember?”

“How could I forget?” He laughed. “Fine, fine, I can tell when I’m not wanted. I jizzed in a jar for you and now you don’t need me anymore. I feel used.”

“We really do love you.” You promised as you waved him off, the Wakandans giving him a stealth lift home.

You were about to walk over to the quinjet that Steve, Sam and Wanda were waiting at when Nat pulled you to a stop. You could already see what she was about to ask of you the second your eyes connected and you shook your head.

“I’m going with you, Nat.”

“Please, I need to know you and this baby are somewhere safe, warm and fed.” She said as she splayed her fingers across your abdomen, the tiniest hint of bump beneath her palm. “T’Challa has said you are welcome here and Shuri will make sure you have the best care possible.”

“You make it sound like you're not coming back.” Your emotions had already been all over the place the last three months and once again fresh tears pricked your eyes.

“We will stop by whenever we can, I promise.” She said, wiping your eyes and wrapping her arms around your waist. “It just might be a little while.”

A larger pair of arms wrapped around your shoulders as Nat stepped away and you looked up to see Steve with a sad smile. “You just worry about taking care of that baby, I’ll watch her back.”

“Watch each other’s backs.” You said louder as you looked at the others lined up on the ramp.

“I need a favour.” Steve suddenly said seriously and you frowned at the tone. “Can you check in on Bucky?”

“You didn’t go and see him?” Your frown deepened.

“I went to but…he looked…I dunno, peaceful. If he saw me he would offer to come with us and…”

“You don’t think the Wakandans got rid of it all?”

“No, it’s not that, I know they broke Hydra’s hold on him but I don’t know if Bucky has. If that makes sense.”

You ran your hands up and down his huge biceps and tried to ease the discontent in your friend as you nodded. “You guys better get going. Don’t worry about me or Bucky, just don’t get caught.”

You gave one last wave as the ramp began to rise and prayed they stayed safe as they headed to Algeria to help with a new conflict. It was all you and the team of rogue avengers had done for just over a year, moving from one fight to another hoping to bring peace. You actually weren’t sure what you were going to do with yourself, you never usually had so much time on your hands but now you had six months.

“Excuse me, where can I find Bucky?” You asked Ayo as you passed her on the way to your new room.

“The white wolf keeps to himself.” She nodded her head to the wall of glass that overlooked the pastures. “He has a spot a few miles out.”

She pulled a black orb off her bracelet and held it out to you, tapping it to open a holographic image that morphed into a map. “Goodluck.”

She tapped the butt of her spear into the ground twice before continuing on her journey and disappearing around the corner before you could even ask what she meant by that. Confused and in possession of a highly intelligent piece of equipment, you held tight to the ball and walked away from your room with the map tracing your every move.

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The long grass kept catching on your clothes as you walked and you swore under your breath as you followed the device's coordinates towards an ochre clay and thatch hut, similar to some you had passed on the long walk. You had almost reached the curtained archway when a head popped out followed by the man himself, having to duck low to get out of his home, and his forehead instantly crumpled as he spotted you.

“Uh, hey.” You said with an awkward wave, not really having had a plan for how this meeting would go.

“You were in Germany.” He said, recognising you from the briefest of interactions before you had helped evacuate people from the airport before it got destroyed. “Y/n.”

You were surprised how much you liked the sound of your name on his tongue, a hint of his Brooklyn accent peeking through.

“Yeah, Steve asked me to check in on you since I’m going to be staying here for the next few months.” You smiled and mindlessly rubbed your belly as you spoke and you caught the dart of his eyes down to your hand.

“Steve’s here?” His eyes lit up before you shook your head and his face dropped. “You and Steve are…”

“Friends. I’m a surrogate.” You laughed at his confused expression, remembering Steve the first time it was explained to him too. “I’m having Natasha’s baby.”

“She’s the father?” He looked even more confused and you had to rein in your amusement as you shook your head.

“She’s the mother. Clint’s technically the father but he’s not going to be on the birth certificate.”

“That is the arrow guy, the one with the family.” He nodded remembering the other man who had helped in the fight in Germany before wrinkling his nose. “He has a wife.”

“Ok, I am really not explaining this well.” You sighed in exasperation. “Doctor’s took an egg from Natasha and Clint did his thing, y’know, in a pottle or whatever, then they put them together in a science lab and then they put it in me. Laura knows all about it and I didn’t have sex with Clint, thank god. I’m like the Virgin Mary…but not a virgin.”

“Ok.” He said with a shrug and began to walk to the veggie garden leaving you to catch up.

“That’s it, no questions?” You asked as you caught up to him and heard his laugh for the first time, a warm rumble that came from deep in his chest.

“Steve was enhanced by a serum, I’m 100 years old, I live with Wakandan technology. I don’t ask questions anymore.”

“Fair enough.”

You watched him work in silence, moving around the tracks in the garden and picking weeds that sprouted as well as gathering some cassava and tucking them in the folds of his red shuka. Every now and again he would look up to see you still leaning against a tree trunk in the shade but you knew that wasn’t necessary with his enhanced hearing, so it just left you curious.

Even in the shade the heat overwhelmed you and had you tugging at your shirt, lifting it out in the hopes that cool air might miraculously blow up it but it wasn’t working. You turned your back on Bucky and his gardening to watch the glimmer of sunlight on the little lake he lived next to. You could imagine how perfect the water would feel lapping around your feet so you kicked your shoes off and began to make your way towards the waters edge.

“Don't move!”

You froze instantly at the order, the deep timbre that gripped you to his authority and heard the quiet rustle of footsteps through the grass behind you. The grass in front of your foot moved and suddenly you realised that it wasn’t the grass moving but something moving in it. You could barely feel the arm wrapping around your waist as your heart hammered in your chest, eyes fixed on the brown head of the snake poised and ready to attack.

“Ow, fuck.” Bucky hissed as he spun you around and put himself between the venomous vine snake.

His hold on you dropped and he reached behind his back to grab the snake that had buried its fangs in the skin beneath the fabric. He glared at the snake a moment before throwing it with all his might right across the lake to the banks on the other side and groaning as the poison coursed through his veins.

“Shit, shit, shit!” You swore as you scrambled for your phone only to remember it was in your room. “What do we do? I need to get Shuri.”

“Don’t worry about it.” He said through gritted teeth as he stumbled back towards his hut. “‘S not the first time.”

You hurried to his side and wrapped an arm around his waist, supporting some of his weight as you walked to his hut and ducked inside. It was far emptier than you imagined it would be, a single mattress on the floor at one end, a low table with a single cushion for him to eat at. It looked lonely.

“What did you do last time? Do you have anti-venom?” You asked as you helped him onto the mattress taking care that he didn’t lie directly on his back.

A sharp sarcastic laugh escaped his teeth and he shook his head. “I have the serum, it won’t let the venom kill me.”

“It’s still got to be painful.”

He didn’t answer but you could see it was already painful from the way his eyelids flinched with every movement and soon a trail of blood leaked from his nose. He had saved your life, you could hardly leave him in the state he was in, so you went to the few belongings that were in a woven basket and grabbed a small washcloth before dunking it in the pale of water.

“Don’t move.” You ordered as he tried to pull away from your touch.

His eyes clenched shut as a fever broke over his skin and you pressed the cool cloth to his head, leaving it to rest there while you untied his shuka. A shaking hand reached up to stop you but you placed it back at his side.

“I need to see the wound.” You said softly. “Just let me take care of you, it's the least I can do.”

His nod was imperceptible but you took his silence as agreement and pulled the red fabric away and bared his back. Four angry red puncture wounds swelled at the base of his spine, blood seeping from the holes in a constant stream.

“Why isn’t it clotting?” You asked as you wiped the blood away for the third time.

“The venom…stops it.” He stammered as shivers racked his body.

You couldn’t imagine him already going through this alone, it was horrifying to watch so you knew it must have been ten times worse to actually experience. You grabbed more of his clothes and apologised as you ripped through them to make a bandage and stem the bleeding. You promised yourself you would replace what you ruined as you pulled his blankets over his body and hoped you had done enough to ease some of his suffering.

The cassava he had harvested had fallen out of his clothes so you took them to the small hearth that had been quietly burning and found a knife to peel and cut them. A simmering pot was hung over the hearth and added the cassava to that before stirring it and going back to check on Bucky. His forehead was crumpled with pain lines as you took the now warm cloth away and placed a fresh cool one back down.

“You’ll make a good mother.” He murmured without opening his eyes.

“That’s sweet but the baby isn’t mine, Natasha will be her mother.” You sighed longingly, not realising being a mother was actually something you wanted until you were carrying someone else’s child. “Thank you for saving us.”

“Worth saving.” He muttered before his breathing slowed and sleep took over.

You couldn’t help wondering what he meant by that, did he think he wasn’t worth saving? Is that why he put himself into harm's way, because he thought it was penance for his actions as the Winter Soldier? From everything Steve told you about his best friend, you knew he was a good person and his selfless act cemented that belief but you couldn’t help but feel the need to change the way he saw himself.

Perhaps it was because of your own dark background that made you want to show him how people change, that they are not defined by their worst actions. When Natasha and Clint recruited you, they were actually on a mission to kill you. They saw something in you worth saving, something you couldn’t see until they brought you into Shield and showed you how you could use your skills for doing good. You now saw in Bucky what Nat and Clint saw in you.

The next six months looked a lot better now that you had your own mission to complete.

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Fire and Ice || b.b

A/N: this is how I imagine reader and Bucky from The Fire Within met…

Warnings: fighting, training, swearing

Word Count: ~1k

"You need to rotate your hips more and follow the punch through."

You rolled your eyes at the man Stark had hired to train you. You briefly wondered how long he would last before you followed his advice and hit the punching bag. This was your first training session together and it had been a long day before you had even stepped into the gym on the property. The man hadn't even introduced himself, it was just 'do this, then do that.' He seriously needs some bedside manners.

"What did you do to get relegated to training me?" You asked between hits.

The man just ignored you, focusing solely on your technique.

"Can you tell me your name at least?"

You huffed in annoyance at his preference for silence and took your frustration out on the bag again. After your arms felt like they were going to fall off, you moved to the shooting range and you were handed a heavy Glock 17. You smiled as you imagined your trainer’s face on the target and unloaded the clip into it.

To finish the session, and make matters worse, he joined you on a two mile jog around the compound. Still annoyed that he wouldn't talk to you, other than to give orders, you sped up to get away from him. Unfortunately, his longer legs easily kept up the pace and that just pissed you off more. You looked over to him and he was smiling lazily back, like he didn't have a care in the world so you struck your leg out but the asshole sidestepped making you nearly tripped over yourself.

"Are you done being a brat?" He asked.

"That would depend on whether you have the capacity to hold a conversation."

He didn't reply. Big fucking surprise. Glaring at him, you continued to run. Finally, you went to go your separate ways as you passed the pool, almost back to the start of the track. You looked at the pool, it was cold and grey in mid January, upstate New York and you imagined it had to be less than 50F. You inched closer to the man as you approached the deep end and pretended to stumble, him raising his hands automatically to steady you. Taking the opening, you shoved your hardest into his chest and watched as he fell backwards. His hands flailed as he tried to regain his balance and he almost did but then his heel slipped on the tiled edge of the pool and he was gone beneath the surface.

You laughed and crossed your arms over your chest with a wide grin as the man came up to the surface and quickly pulled himself out. You couldn't help but notice how his wet shirt hugged his body, defining the muscles beneath it.

"Are you always such a bitch?" He hissed.

You laughed at him again, thinking he was either brave or stupid.

"Always. Did no one warn you?” You fired back. “Ready to tell me your name?"

Muttering a string of curses in a language you didn’t recognise, he disappeared inside and you hoped he wouldn’t show at your next session. You weren’t that lucky though.

"Your pattern is too predictable." Your trainer criticised you. "It would be harder for an opponent to take you down if you change your style."

"No one has been able to take me down before." You mumbled as you continued to dance your way around the punching bag, striking out harshly.

"Then they weren't trained well enough."

His words angered you more and you spun around, throwing a wrapped fist to his face. Quick on his feet, he dodged your attack and took a defensive stance.

"Do you really want to do this, doll?" He asked with a smirk you almost found sexy, except it was attached to his face. "I'm not like your friends here, I won't go easy on you."

"I have been waiting for this since I set my eyes on you."

You attacked first. You had been lazy during your training, using the same combos because you wanted him to underestimate you. The tension had been brewing since the pool incident and now it was finally coming to a head.

"If I win, you have to tell me your name." You said between punches and blocks.

"Fine." He smirked as if he had already won. "But if I win, you tell me why you are such a bitch."

You nodded before ducking the arm that tried to pin your face to the mat. You swept your leg out and watched him as he began to fall to the ground. He managed to turn the fall into a roll and quite gracefully came to a stand again. You had to admit the man was a great fighter, maybe even better than Natasha.

Your breath was starting to strain from the workout and now the fight so you knew you had to end it soon. Feinting left, you watched his body quickly react before you grabbed his arm and swung your body up behind his back to land on his shoulders. You wrapped your legs around his neck and tried to ignore the feel of his breath on your skin, the shorts you wore no longer a good idea. Finally you remembered what you were doing before throwing your weight backwards and pulling him to the ground.

Before he could recover, you planted yourself across his waist and pinned his hands above his head. You were both breathing hard and for the first time you saw something other than resentment in his eyes. He actually looked impressed as he stared up at you with his crystal blue eyes.

"James."

It took you a moment to realise he was telling you his name, you had been too distracted by his eyes. He was quite attractive when he wasn't giving you orders.

"James, I would say it was nice to meet you but…" you climbed off him and made your way to the shower room, stopping at the door to see him get up on his knees, “it would be a lie.”

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Quadrabble #2 || b.b

A 500 word drabble for Bucky Barnes x fem!reader.

Summary: The men are educated on period cramps and the pain you endure each month.

Warnings: 18+ only, period, mention of sex

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“Guys, we’ve got a problem.” Bruce was pacing in front of his laboratory screens as he called over the comms to the team. “Y/n’s been hurt, we need to locate her and get her extracted.”

You frowned as you heard your name and you looked over at Sam who was just as confused. The fight had barely even worked up a sweat before you had beaten them back with the help of Sam. The two of you had then focused on getting the civilians to safety while Bucky and the rest of the team were rounding the bad guys up.

“Are you hurt?” He asked as ran his hands over your suit.

“I’m fine.” You reassured him before hitting your comms button. “I’m fine, Dr Banner.”

“Are you sure? I’ve rechecked your suit and the readings are still showing you’re in a lot of pain.” You could see Sam’s worry increasing and turned to find Bucky had sprinted over from where he had been separated from you, concern etching deep lines in his forehead. “I don’t even know how you are still on your feet in all honesty. I’ve seen heart attacks cause smaller readings than this.”

Bucky copied Sam and felt over the new suit that held more technology than was necessary, but came away with nothing. There wasn’t even any winces as he squeezed the normal culprits like bruised and broken ribs. Pressing his comms, your boyfriend’s gruff voice filled everyone’s earpieces, “Banner, you’re giving me a heart attack. She’s perfec- what was that?”

Your hand came to rest on your abdomen and you took a deep breath as you tried to stop another grimace at the pain. “It’s fine, let’s just go.”

“Stop lying.” Sam frowned as he saw your eyebrows pinch together in pain. “Doc, you’re right.”

“I’m sending medics now.”

“Just stop!” You shouted at the three of them and their overprotectiveness. “It’s just fucking period cramps for Christ’s sake.”

“Banner, didn’t you say her readings were bigger than a heart attack?” Bucky asked after he sighed with relief at the news.

“They still are.”

“Does that mean a heart attack isn’t that bad?” Sam asked and you punched him on the arm.

“No, Sam, period cramps are just that bad.”

Bucky and Sam turned to you with a newfound respect and you scoffed before making your way back into the action.

“Fuck I love her but she should be resting at home.” Bucky complained to Sam not realising he hadn’t turned his mic off. “Why would she come if she was in pain?”

You looked back over your shoulder and reminded him. “Because that’s what heroes do. Now, stop gossiping and let’s finish this.”

They rushed to catch up with you as Bucky began listing off how he was going to take care of you when you got home. He covered everything from a heat pack and movie to shower sex before you clamped a hand over his mouth. “You’re still on comms.”

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From Heartbreak To Happiness Masterlist

Bucky Barnes x fem!reader

Summary: Set after the Avengers bring everyone back from the Blip. AU in the fact Nat survives and Steve doesn’t leave. You once loved Steve but when he fell in love with another woman you had to learn how to move on. Enter Bucky. Loving him was easy and trust was built but life couldn't be perfect all the time and you had to face some hard truths before you find your happy ever after. Warnings: 18+ only, angst, smut, fluff, alcohol, pregnancy, injury, birth Word Count: 8.9k Status: COMPLETE

Part One: Closure ⨮ ➴ Steve has moved on but you need your closure.

Part Two: Absolution ⨮ ➴ Steve retires and you are invited to his ceremony.

Part Three: Resolution ⨮ ➴ Set 18 months before the ending of Absolution when lies are told and truths come out but will you and Bucky make it together and find a solution.

Part Four: Nirvana ⁂ ➴ Pregnancy, birth and a superhero down, will this be your best or worst day?

⁂ = smut † = death ⨮ =angst ꕥ = fluff