#bucky barnes x woc

[pariskylar]

TWO AND A HALF

disclaimer: this is to makeup for part 2, so kinda like the second half to part two. it's kinda short, i hope u enjoy it 🫰🏿.

the next morning, Tiara was woken up by the sound of people talking.

"i gotta go." a feminine voice giggled.

"mmmbut i don't want you to."

she moaned turning on her side rubbing her feet together. she slowly peaked one eye opened seeing Barnes and Leah back at the lovey dovey crap, all giggly and kissing. groaning she rolled her eyes flipping on to her stomach, burrowing her head in the pillow of the couch.

"sorry, didn't mean to wake you," Leah said apologetically.

she blindly shot them a thumb ups.

"baby, i really have to go." Leah said once more, ending with the sound of a kiss.

"want me to walk you down?" Barnes offered.

"no, i got it." her voice sounded more distant "love you." the sound of footsteps running away

when everything was quite, she began drifting back to sleep. she was mere seconds from passing out when she was jolted awake once again by the ringing of his phone. she sighed in annoyance stuffing her head back under the pillows.

"hey, baby." he said into the phone.

Leah's voice came from the speaker. "hey, i just got down to the car."

she tried buried her head deeper into the pillows to no avail. she briefly contemplated stick it between the couch cushions, but went against it.

"ok, drive safe. you’re carrying precious cargo." Barnes said as that was the most clever thing on the planet.

corny. she thought to herself rolling her eyes

“ok.” Leah giggled “i love you.” she said with, what sounded like, a wide smile.

"love you." he finally hanging up the phone.

"mm, but we just meet." Renee said after a yawn.

Tiara pulled her head from under the pillow and looked over at her friend. she was laid on the floor with wide smile, in a crop top and panties.

"Renee." she called to her with a warning tone.

Renee gasped and quickly covered back up with her blanket looking over to her with a barely noticeable smirk. “what?”

she shook her head looking over at him. he wore a mixture of emotions. he looked intrigued, appalled and titillated. she furrowed her eyebrows and shook her head.

"i'm letting you know again, he has a girlfriend. if anything go down between y'all, that's between y'all and Leah." she stood from the couch, heading to her room.

"um, nothing's gonna happened between us." Barnes followed close behind her to her room.

"none of my business. both y'all know you dating somebody. if Leah come and beat both y'all heads in, that ain't got nothing to do with me." she walked in her room closing the door behind her, but he caught it before it shut.

"i swear, i'm not interested." he took a few steps in.

"ok." she shrugged going in the bathroom closing the door.

after relieving herself she washed her hands and did her morning routine.

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stepping out of her bathroom, she saw her guest had migrated to her room.

"i'm glad i'm cover up." she made her way to her closet, to properly dry off.

"one day you're going to find somebody who doesn't give a fuck, and they're going to run your ass over." Kayla's voice rang out from the room pulling a chuckle from Tiara.

she began ear hustling as she rummaged her clothes, looking for something to wear.

"if they're into me it's not my fault." Renee retorted

"if you put it on a platter and serve it to them, it is!" Kayla shot back with frustration evident in her tone.

"i didn't make the commitment they did.” Tiara rolled her eyes as she pulled on a pair of joggers. she loved Renee like a sister, but their this is the one topic that always split them. to Tiara, the idea that it was okay to hook up with someone in a relationship because you weren't committed was bogus. it was just a cop-out for being labeled a home wrecker.

"fair." Bri chimed in.

"you saying that now, but when you walk in on her fucking your man, you gonna be singing a different tune," Kayla warned.

she finished getting dressed, pulling one of her old Syracuse shirts.

"i would never do that to my girl," Renee said confidently .

she grabbed a pair of slippers, exiting the closet. she stepped out of the closet to see all three of them sitting on her bed. Renee had Bri in a side hug while Kayla sat with a distasteful look on her face.

"i’m finna make breakfast" she announced tossing her shoes onto the floor and stepping into them. "put on some pants." she pointed at Renee before leaving the room.

in the kitchen, Tiara connected her phone to the speakers and played her morning playlist on shuffle. she looked in the fridge to see what she could whip up. she grabbed the left over chicken tenders and put them on the counter. she preheated the oven before going to grab some pancake mix.

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baby we can go North, South, East, West Coast

she took the last waffle off the iron before going to take the tenders out the oven. she plated the food and poured up glasses of orange juice.

she paused the music and walked to the front go the hall calling out to everyone, “breakfaaassssttt!”

returning to the kitchen, she went and grabbed some syrup from the pantry setting it on the counter.

"yeah, baby, imma call you back. Tiara just made us breakfast." Kayla was the first one in the kitchen on FaceTime.

"lemme see my girl." Eric said from the phone.

Kayla went over to T propping the phone up against the syrup bottle.

"AYYYY, TI-ARI-ANAAAA" he yelled at the screen.

"hey, Eric." she smiled waving at the camera.

they met in college. they both majored in Sports Science and had most of the same classes and seemed to always bump into each other. one day they both happened to be in the library at the same time and he random came up to her asking if she was stalking him.

she tossed the allegations back on him. they argued for five minutes straight about who was stalking who and eventually they were both asked to leave. that didn't stop the arguing. they went back and forward until he crack a stupid that made her laugh.

that broke the wall leading them to become study partners and eventually friends. they grew closer and closer and they became inseparable.

she introduced him to her family and friends. he just so happened to hit it off with Kayla. he went from being stuck to Tiara side to being attached to Kayla's. she was a bit jealous at first, she thought her aunt was trying to steal her best friend from her; but when she found out her aunt was trying to make him her uncle, she got over it.

"ever since you became a lil super hero you forgot about me." he tossed a fake pout at the screen.

"i saw you last week."

"when you came to pick up Kayla. we don't kick it no more."

"you don't hit me up no more." she reverse the blame on to him.

"because i never know if you here or in Vatican City" he exaggerated like the drama queen he is.

"all you gotta do is check twitter and if you don't see the Go Go Power Rangers trending; she probably free." Bri went over planting on her cheek.

she bumped her with her shoulder.

"hey, Ricky." Bri waved to the camera.

"i'm not talking to you." he flipped the camera off.

"you still mad over that little bitty shit?" she scoffed at him grabbing a plate.

"what happened?" T asked, wanting to be messy.

"i molly whooped his ass in Mario Kart, now he mad." Bri took a bite of a chicken tender.

"because you fucking cheated." he thumped the camera.

"no you just fucking suck."

"whatever, get the fuck off my phone." he rolled his eyes at her "bye, T.D. love you, imma hit you up. bye, baby. i love you, imma call you later."

"bye, Ricky. love you." Bri grinned waving, knowing what buttons she was pushing.

"suck my dick." he flipped her off again before adding a quick love you too.

"bye, baby. i love you." Kayla blew a kiss, hanging up the phone.

they grabbed their plates and sat around the island to begin doing what they came over for, complain about their week. before they could start Barnes came barreling in the room with Renee on his trails.

"i don't think my girlfriend would be okay with that." Barnes went straight to the fridge and grabbed a bottle of water.

one thing about the girl, she is persistent.

"leave that man alone and come eat!" she called out to her friend.

with a huff, Renee took a seat at the island. once everyone was settled, the ranting began.

Ja'Briana complained about how the patients at her hospital didn’t treat her like a real person. Ma'Kayla ranted about patrons at the bank blaming her for their monthly fees. Renee expressed her frustration with parents at her school who blamed her for their children's failures.

"what about you?" Bri asked, taking a sip of her orange juice.

"nothing really. the week was pretty chill, just one mission. the only thing bothering me is Barn-someone moved in unexpectedly." they looked over at Barnes, who was obliviously digging into another waffle.

"don’t all your coworkers live here?" Kayla asked.

"yeah, but I usually have the place to myself on weekends. now I don't." she replied, side eyeing James.

“aww, am i inconveniencing you?” he asked tossing a faux pout at the end.

“shut it, Barnes.” she shot back sharply.

he wore a smirk standing up to rinsed his dishes.

“so, Bucky, what are you doing today?” Renee asked eyeing him intensely.

“um…” he looked to Tiariana for help.

she considered leaving him out to dry but decided to be the bigger person and asked her feral friend to calm down.

“i’m only asking, 'cause if you free you can kick it with us.” she extended an invitation.

“no he can’t.” T quickly interjected.

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“that’s not a word.”

“yes, it is.”

“use it in a sentence.”

“i’m finna go upside your head if you don’t give me my 8 points.”

Barnes did in fact join them, just in spite of Tiara. they were in the den playing Scrabble; he was on double duty. he was playing and the score keep, which was a problem because he continued to challenge all of her words.

right now they were arguing over if finna was a word. she —of course— knew it was a word, and he argued her down that it wasn’t.

“it’s a slang word.” he argued.

“slang is still words.” she shot back

“no, it’s slang.”

“yes, it it. it's in Merriam dictionary!”

"no it's not!"

"look it up." she challenged gesturing to his phone.

“fine.” he typed away on his phone.

"and when you see it run me my points."

thirty seconds later he huffed tossing the phone behind him onto the couch, and added her eight points to her score.

“yeah, that’s what i thought.” she gloated take five more tiles from the bag.

"okay, okay. my turn. astro-n-o-m-i-c-a-l." Bri added to the word astro. "astronomical, that'd be 17 points." she boasted taking seven more tiles from the bag.

Barnes sighed adding seventeen points to her score, putting her far ahead.

“aint nobody seeing me in this scrabble shit.” she gently pumped her chest.

“whatever.” Renee gritted her teeth taking her turn “t-e-m-p-e-r. temper, that’s 10 points.”

he tallied her score before taking his turn.

“temper-a-t-u-r-e. temperature. 15 points.” he jotted down his score.

“no, fucking way!” Renee shot up from the floor, getting a course of groans and sighs from the girls in response. “y’all cheating me! you passed like three times and now you can pull a word outta your ass.” she yelled down at him.

“girl ain’t nobody cheating you.” Kayla rolled her eyes putting down another word on the board. “astronomical-l-y. astronomically. 22 points.”

he went to write down the score, but Renee took the pencil and pad tossing them across the room. she grumbled to herself flopping on the couch pouting.

“while she have her lil hissy fit, i’m finna go take a shower.” Kayla stood up.

“imma order some food, what y’all want?” Tiara asked grabbed her phone.

“i’m good with anything.” Kayla said as she walked out towards her bedroom.

“i want Wingstop.” Bri laid out on the floor scrolling on her phone.

“y’all good with Wingstop?” she asked the other two occupants.

“never had it.” Barnes answered and Renee sat there still pouting.

she opened the app and began placing their usual orders and hand the phone over to him letting him pick something he think he'd like. while he did that, she grabbed the remote—leaning back against the couch—and opened the spotify app shuffle playing her music.

"so how's the whole Keem thing going?" Bri asked still on her phone.

"zmm, zmm." she hushed her, shaking her head.

"what?" she asked, looking up from the screen confused.

she cut her eyes to the bonus person in the room still looking at her phone.

"he doesn't know?" Bri whispered, scrunched her brows.

"don't nobody know, outside y'all."

"my bad." she went back to her screen.

"here you go." Barnes handed her phone back over.

she took it going to the check out, placing the order.

"it'll be here in 20 to 35 minutes." she locked the phone tossing it to the side.

for a brief five minute they sat in silence. they were on their phone while she sat there enjoying the music.

"so, you and Super-Fly?" Barnes randomly asked

"oh my gosh." she rolled her eyes.

"i'm just asking." he defended "i didn't know, but it kinda makes sense. you guys are together—like, you never leave each others' side—you're alway giggling together, you share beds." he listed off everything her and Joaquin did.

and she felt like everything froze. she knew what was coming once that last piece of information left his mouth.

"Y'ALL SHARE BEDS! SINCE FUCKING WHEN?" Bri sat up, setting her phone on the coffee table.

in a split second both girls were at her side. they bombarded her with questions. for the next twelve minutes they continued probing for details of things that never happened.

Tiara and Joaquin only shared beds on long missions, and twice on team camping trip Sam made them go on for 'team building'. that's where it stopped. nothing further happened. she explained that them but they didn't believe her and kept needling her.

Kayla stepped back in the room with a smile on her face and a complementary comment about the shower pressure.

"bump that, your niece been hunching Joaquin." Bri told their aunt as soon as she sat down.

"Tiariana-Destiny Ann Smith." she used her full name, looking at her shocked.

Tiara began explain to her aunt what she had been explaining to the other two, but she joined in on the harassment. while everything went on James was nowhere to be seen. he started this whole thing and he jetted when everything intensified.

as if God had mercy on her her phone dinged with a notification from DoorDash telling her that the food was here.

“the food is here.” she grabbed the keys from the coffee table and sprinted down to the car.

she got in the driver’s seat and drove down to the delivery driver was sat with their food. she greeted them grabbing the bags and drinks. she placed the bags in the passenger seat. she slowly drove back up to the complex not wanting to go back to the interrogation.

they have always been nosey and childish so she was used to it but the whole Joaquin thing was kinda a sensitive subject for her. she never really had trouble flirting with people and even getting who she wanted; but for some reason with him it was so difficult for her. she couldn’t flirt with him for shit, she always acted like a big dork around him. when ever he’d flirt with her she got the flutters and didn’t know how to react but to giggle. her struggles made her feel a stupid and dopey and she hated talking about it—ironically she loved to talk about him.

she sighed pulling up to the garage. looking over at the bags and drinks she knew she was gonna need some assistance but really didn’t wanna ask any of the girls and was stuck with the only other option.

“yes, Tiariana?” he answered clearly annoyed.

she should be the one with the attitude.

“can you come down and help me with the food?” she asked

“you can’t bring it up yourself?”

“no, imma waste everything.”

“ask one of your friends.”

“be a gentleman.”

“you’re always rude to me and i'm suppose to be a gentleman to you.” he asked as if she was borderline insane.

she sighed at his stubbornness “please?”

the line went quite for a few seconds, the only sound was rustling in the background. then there was a sound of footsteps. a minute and a half later he was down at the car.

he couldn’t’ve just answered the question.

she rolled her eyes opening the door, handing him the bag of food. she reached back over picking up the drinks.

they were walking back to the complex, her slower than him. she really didn’t wanna go back in and continue to get hassled. she intentionally stayed at least five paces behind him, kicking a stray pinecone on the ground.

“i know you can move faster than that.” he glanced back at her.

“don’t want to.” she simply said keeping the steady slow pace.

“hm.” he continued walking

“and f*ck you by the way.” she shot at him.

it was his fault that all this was going on.

“me?” he stopped, turning around to face her.

“yes, you’ve got them pressing me over Keem.” she took ten steps forward stopping in front of him.

“i didn’t think it’d be a big deal, that people who dating share a bed.”

“we aren’t dating.” she soughed at the reality of that statement.

“really?” he sounded surprised.

“no.”

“you guys are always together and your friend asked how everything was going with you two.”

“yeah, she meant something else.” she stepped around him over this humiliating situation.

she walked away at a normal pace this time leaving him a few paces behind this time.

while she was walking ahead, he suddenly spoke up with what sounded like a stupid grin. "wait, you have the hots for Torres."

her entire person warmed up and ears rang. she wanted to deny it, but she sucked at lying. instead of denying she tried picking an argument.

"the hots? ew, you really are old." she poked at him with no avail.

"yeah, ancient. but you fancy Torres." he held the door opened for them.

"fancy? you British now?" she tried again.

“no, but you wanna get french with Super-Fly.” he would let it go.

“ugh.” she groaned giving up on trying to pick a fight with and focused on not spilling the drinks as she climbed the stairs.

he walked behind her carrying on with the teasing. they went to the kitchen, where her guests were already sat, setting everything on the island. she thought it would stop here, but he just kept going.

everyone in this house was irritating her. she grabbed her drink and food from the bags going straight to her room.

she took a seat on the floor and began eating and thinking about what she didn't want to—her relationship with Joaquin. the lack there of actually.

she wanted to convince herself that it was just a small little crush on a guy she found attractive, but she was borderline in love with one of her close friends. her close friend who may or may not feel the same.

he could very well just be joking around and kidding with her and she could be reading far into things. that was a possibility that she didn't wanna consider, but she had to face reality and understand that there was a high likelihood that that was the case. she is a fully grown woman who had to face the truth, even if it was something she didn't want to be.

she was half way done with her food when her cousin came in her room.

"we was waiting for you to come back in there." Ja'Briana sat at the ottoman at the foot of her bed.

"y'all can eat." she said taking a bite of her voodoo fries.

"what's wrong with you?"

she shook her head taking another bite of her food.

"so you pouting in here for nothing?" she wasn't looking at her but she could feel her looking at her, with undoubtedly unimpressed expression.

"i'm not pouting, i'm..." she took a second to find the right word "recollecting."

"mhmm, and what are you recollecting from."

"yall." Tiara grabbed her drink taking a sip.

"the fuck i do?" Bri asked in a calmly offended tone.

"you and them other people out there hounding me about Keem."

"girl! you know we was just playing." she bumped her with her knee.

"yeah, but the jokes were going on too long. now it's not funny; it's annoying." she finally looked over at her.

"it's that deep?" she looked back at her confused.

"yeah." she folded her arms.

"alright we'll dead it."

"alright."

"now, grab your food and stop being a hermit." Bri stood up helping from the floor.

she groaned as her joints popped.

"oh, Lord. you already got the old lady sounds."

"girl, i'm old." she grabbed her meal.

"no, because if you old then i'm old."

"got some bad news for ya." she winced

"fuck you." she chuckled lightly pushing her.

[yoditopascal]

There was this Bucky smut fic where the reader was like Sam’s roommate and she and Bucky were banging and snap the table I can’t remember the name of it for the life of me but I wanna reread it so bad 😭😭

[moongoddessmox]

Reunited. Bucky Barnes x WOC Reader

Warning: hurt/comfort, angst, kissing, mentions of a little violence, crying, mentions of racism/segregation

Pairing: tfatws!Bucky x black!Reader

Word Count: 4,617

Summary: Bucky thought he lost the love of his life in the past, but after visiting Madripoor, he runs into a familiar face.

A/N: uh, idk what this is lmao, I just had an idea that Bucky was reunited with the love of his life from the past and this happened. I wrote this in parts over a span of a week, so its not very good. I don't usually write angsty stuff, just smut lmao but I tried. Please ignore any mistakes, I haven't proofread anything since my fall 2016 semester of college. As usual, it is crossposted on mox-writes for notification purposes! I also might do a part two because I wanna have the reader visit Sam and Sarah.

Masterlist | Mox-Writes

The loud chattering in the bar filled your ears as you sipped on your exotic drink. Well, every drink in that place was pretty exotic to the outside world but it was normal there. Liquors with pieces of snake, drinks similar to a Bloody Mary except they used real animal blood, and some with splashes of venom--not enough to be deadly but enough to add that extra kick. It was a dangerous place to be if you couldn’t stand up for yourself and most people here could. Some were more talk than walk but any idiot could wield a gun and be deadly. Nothing was illegal and that meant most people there lived off hunting bounties. The only people without a gun were the ones who didn’t realize the type of location Lowtown was.

A fight broke out at the end of the bar near you. Nothing unusual, a fight occurred nightly, usually over something dumb. But tonight you looked over and saw three men causing a scene. As you watched the commotion, you recognized one of them as Baron Zemo, someone with no problem killing in order to achieve his goal and someone you had many, very illegal, dealings with. Next to him was someone who appeared to be the Smiling Tiger, but you knew that it wasn’t, since you knew him personally and that definitely was not him. The other man was mixed up fighting, it was hard to get a good look at him until he pressed a bar-goer against the counter by the neck.

It was then that you realized who it was, someone you never thought you’d see again. You straightened up and watched them, trying to make sure it was really Bucky Barnes you were seeing. You had heard about him, all his murders and problems with the government. But you hadn’t seen him in person. You hadn’t heard his voice or felt him near you until now.

The trio was causing quite the stir and you took notice of the gathering crowd of killers and bounty hunters. You had to play it cool, you had to get them somewhere safe before they found themselves on the wrong end of a gun.

“Baron Zemo, what a pleasure,” you called out. The crowd calmed down and focused on your voice. You were intimidating here, you had a reputation for getting what you wanted, no matter the cost. Everyone knew who you were and that made you feared. You took a swig from your glass and leaned back in your chair, swinging an arm over the back and not looking at the trio who now approached you. Zemo stiffened his shoulders, glancing at the two men with him and whispering very low.

“Follow my lead, don’t say anything.” Zemo knew you quite well, having done messy and dangerous business with you several times. He also knew that you were aware these weren’t the men they were portraying at that moment. Any other time you would call them out, you didn’t exactly have a reputation for being nice, but not with Bucky there. You needed to talk to him and you needed to get them out. What business they had there was the last thing on your mind.

“Ah, Eris, always a delight to see you.” Zemo nodded in your direction, worried about exposing their little charade. Eris was your alias, you felt safer having people not knowing your real identity, especially given your reputation. You side eyed Zemo, a look that would go unnoticed to everyone who didn’t understand. It was a look that told him you knew what was going on, a look that told him that you saw right through the shit they were doing.

“Smiling Tiger,” you looked at him with knowing eyes and he could read it on your face. Sam dropped his shoulders the tiniest bit, unsure how to handle the situation since you knew he wasn’t who he portrayed. You refused to look at Bucky, not ready to see him so close and not wanting him to react in a way that would give away their ruse. He didn’t register who you were as he tried to stay in character. Not focusing too much on you in case you were to look at him and immediately see through his lies, he didn’t want to give away any vulnerability.

You swirled the last bit of the strong liquor in your glass before bringing it to your lips and taking it like a shot. You sucked your teeth as it burned through your mouth and throat. You stood up with a huff, your heavy black boots stomping the floor as you adjusted the gun strapped to your waist. They all glanced at it, unsure of your intent with them and not wanting you to pull the gun out. You brushed past them and nodded your head toward the exit, signaling for them to follow you. Zemo sighed, knowing not to cross you but afraid you might have deadly plans for them, especially with that gun strapped to you that he’s had multiple chances to see in action.

You led them to your car, an expensive black luxury SUV. You clicked a button on the watch on your wrist and it revved up, headlights turning on and engine running, waiting to be driven. You stopped when you were close enough to see your reflection in the window and turned around to look at them.

“You need to be more careful, that little scene almost got you killed.” You warned them. Your voice was more normal now, not an act to keep up appearances. As you stepped into the light Bucky looked at you. His eyes got wide with utter shock. He stumbled back in disbelief, a knot forming in his stomach and tears automatically welling up in his eyes. Zemo didn’t react, he knew who you were and he knew why Bucky reacted as he did. Sam, or “Smiling Tiger”, on the other hand, had no idea what was going on. He glanced between you and the super soldier looking for an answer.

You watched Bucky with pained eyes, you didn’t think you’d ever be reunited with him and now here he was. Metal arm, short luscious brown hair, and all black outfit. He was so different, so hardened, but you could see in his watery blue eyes that he was still the Bucky you knew.

“Great, another person with a staring problem. Buck, who is this?” Sam spoke up, breaking the silence. The tension was thick and uncomfortable. Zemo signed, still unsure if you’d take action against them, especially with Sam basically insulting you. You looked at him with a half-smile, a “well, it’s complicated” look on your face. You sighed and looked back at Bucky, trying to hold back your emotions. You were still out in the public and couldn’t risk exposure. Bucky took a deep breath in and stepped toward you.

“My fiance,” Bucky said. A long pause followed his response, as if the city had gone quiet. The look Sam gave him as he whipped his head around was one of pure shock. Without any time to say anything, the door to the club swung open and armed assailants exited, not happy about getting their asses kicked moments earlier.

“We need to get out of here, get in the car.” You ran around to the driver side and got in while Zemo tried to get in the front seat. Bucky gripped his sleeve and yanked him away, tossing him to the back door and jumped into the passenger seat himself. Zemo just pursed his lips and nodded, he should’ve known better. Once everyone was in the car, you sped away, zooming through the tight streets until you got to Hightown, a much better place to be. You pulled into a fancy parking garage, stopping the car on a large elevator that took you up to the top floor of the apartment complex. Once up there, you had your own large parking garage with half a dozen cars. You pulled into one of the spaces and got out, leading them to your front door. Inside it was filled with expensive pieces of rare items and high tech gadgets.

You didn’t really care all that much for that stuff, but you had to keep up appearances in case anyone ever came there. You tossed your keys into a dish by the door and took off your leather jacket, slinging it over a tall chair by the kitchen island. Your gun was in full view now, engraved and long with a silencer. You left it on, just in case. You sat on the back of your couch, one leg still planted on the floor and back straight.

“So, what is your business here, Zemo?” You asked as he walked closer to you. He got comfortable, taking off his own suit jacket and neatly hanging it on another chair. He felt more in control, you wouldn’t try anything in your own place, especially with Bucky there, but he still kept his guard up.

“We’re looking for who’s making the super soldier serum, we were going to see Selby,”

“Selby doesn’t know shit,” you rolled your eyes, standing up and walking around to a secret drawer embedded in the wall of the living room. You pressed your hand against a spot that looked plain and it opened. You took out a piece of paper and handed it to Sam, not trusting Zemo with the information. He nodded and looked at it, coordinates to the location of who they were looking for.

“There’s only two people that know about Dr. Nagel, and that’s the Power Broker and me. You should’ve come directly to me, Zemo.” You went to the kitchen and got out some wine. Bucky recognized the bottle, furrowing his eyebrows in disbelief. It was a wine from the 1930s that the two of you enjoyed quite often. You had some imported here because you preferred it to the exotic crap in town. Sam was still processing the F bomb that Bucky mentioned earlier and couldn’t wait any longer for an explanation.

“Wait, wait, wait. Nevermind the mission, we’re not going to gloss over the fact that the super soldier with the staring problem has a fiance, and she’s black?!” Sam was still in shock, he had no idea Bucky even had enough game to have a fiance, let alone being engaged to a black woman in the 40s. Bucky was still trying to manage his emotions, afraid one wrong thing would make him lose it. He didn’t want to violently cry, especially in front of Sam, and especially not in front of Zemo. You downed a whole glass of wine before pouring another and some for your unintended guests.

“Buck, sit down.” You said softly, motioning for him to sit on the large, soft couch. He did as told and you sat across from him. You wanted to drop yourself into his lap and hold him, you wanted to feel his comfort and to take away all his pain. But you couldn’t bring yourself to touch him yet, you had so many emotions and terrible memories that you were trying to hold together and didn’t want to come undone. Bucky couldn’t even find the words to ask you how you were there, how you were alive, why you seemed to know about him but hadn’t come to him sooner. He just fell quiet, waiting for your explanation.

“I met Buck in 1938. I was walking down the street and passed by a white’s only diner. I wasn’t going in, I was just walking,” you trailed off, standing up now, too restless to stay still. “A group of men came out and started hassling me, that’s when Bucky came down the street...I think you had two black eyes after that fight.” You gave a weak smile, a bittersweet memory.

“A broken nose and two ribs, but it was worth it.” Bucky finally spoke up, choking back tears with a small smile tugging at his lips remembering the day.

“After that we kept hanging out. Since interracial relationships weren’t acceptable, we had to keep it a secret. We would go to Steve’s place and spend our time there. Everyone always thought I was the help so no one was suspicious.” You sat back down, your face forlorn remembering how hard it was just to love someone back then. Bucky wanted to reach over and hold your hand but he was hesitant. He also didn’t know how to explain his own issues, for example, his metal arm. He didn’t know if you’d still want him, he didn’t know where you stood, technically you were still engaged, but he wasn’t sure what that meant anymore.

“You knew Steve?” Sam asked, intently listening to everything you said. He was hurt for you, heartbroken for what you’ve had to go through and he couldn’t imagine suffering through a time of such hate and segregation.

“Oh yeah! He was always so kind, a little firecracker,” you laughed, recalling his scrawny little self always getting into scuffles.

“After a while, James--Bucky, asked me to marry him. It was the happiest day of my life, but also one of the saddest. We couldn’t even legally get married yet, no one knew about our relationship but Steve and Bucky’s mom and sister. We just held out hope that one day we could finally tie the knot.” You were standing again, walking over to a large window and staring out at the city. It was dark except for the lights from the town beneath you. You ran a hand over the back of your neck and continued.

“Then, in 1941, Bucky enlisted in the army and shipped off. I cried all day and could still feel the last hug he ever gave me. I just prayed that he would survive the war and come back to me. But he never did.” You hung your head, as did Bucky. Tears welling up in his eyes. He stood up and came beside you, his flesh hand barely brushing against yours.

“1946. The war was over and troops were returning home. I waited, hoping Bucky would arrive one day. I had to wait for his mother to tell me the news. Since we weren’t married and no one knew we were together, I had no one showing up at my doorstep with a flag to tell me he had died. I had no way of knowing his fate except by visiting his mother every day, hoping her answer would be different each time. It never was.” Sam, and admittedly, Zemo, were getting choked up on the couch.

“One day, a group of men showed up at my door and forced me to go with them. I woke up in a lab, I don’t know what they were doing, it seemed preparatory but nothing ever happened. Then after months of weird tests and being stuck with needles, they put me in a capsule. As my brain froze over, my last thought was that I hoped Bucky would save me.” That last line did it, that was what broke him. Bucky let the tears run down his face, eyes swollen and red.

“The next time I woke up it was 2016. 70 years. Seventy.”

“Why didn’t you come to me?” Bucky’s voice was so strained, he sounded hurt, like his world was crashing around him.

“I tried, Tony Stark told me that you weren’t you anymore and he wouldn’t let me come find you. I was blacklisted and couldn’t even come nearby without being flagged.” Bucky’s blood was boiling. How could he do this?! His anger replaced his sadness. Bucky was about to reach over and pull you close, but he stopped. The feeling was still too overwhelming.

“Now I’m here, doing business with the likes of him,” you aimed your head over to Zemo, who nodded a bit offended.

“What did they want with you?” Sam asked, too immersed to touch the glass of wine in front of him. “When I woke up, the Hydra base was empty and the other people in capsules were dead. I was the only one alive. Zemo gave me files that detailed plans to use me as a weapon against the Winter Soldier if needed. That’s why I was the only one that didn’t get the serum, they didn’t want me to be stronger than them, I was just a tool.” You sighed, looking at Bucky who was crying. His eyes were on fire, face puffy and wet. He blamed himself. They only took you to use against him, he felt it was his fault you suffered.

You wanted to change the subject, you wanted to just talk to Bucky and hold him. You wanted some alone time with him to let go of your emotions. The two of you looked at each other, eyes ridden with tears and the longing for an embrace either of you had felt for 70 years. You led him to your bedroom, nodding at the other two men who stayed on the couch, knowing you needed some privacy.

As soon as you shut the bedroom door, Bucky collapsed into your arms. You felt a surge of emotions rock through your body and you held him. His arms wrapped tightly around your body as you cried into his chest. Bucky was vocally sobbing, unable to contain it. He couldn’t believe you were there. He had been so lonely, so abandoned when Steve left, he felt like he had no one and there you were, the love of his life, back in his arms. You wished you had gone to him sooner, but after Tony had banned you from seeing him during the civil war between the Avengers, not wanting Bucky to have another ally to rise against the rest of them, then the blip happened, you just never had a chance or the strength to see him.

Bucky still had a tight grip on you, not wanting to let you slip through his fingers again. He was worried this was all a dream, that you would disappear and he would be alone again. So he held on tight, fingers pressed deeply into your back, face nuzzled into your hair as he cried. He was so warm, a comfort you longed for every night. You missed his smile, his voice, his eyes. The way he called you ‘darling’ and gave you a passionate kiss on the lips. You soaked his shirt with tears before finally pulling away. Bucky didn’t let go of you though, his hands stayed on your body, sliding from your back to your hands, holding them tight.

“Bucky…” you held his face, looking into his eyes with blurred, watery vision. Your thumb rubbed over his stubble, a new addition from the last time you saw him. He was clean shaven, dapper, and bubbly. Now he was rough, dark, and lost. So much pain barely contained in his body and mind. “I’ve missed you so much.” You cried. Bucky still hadn’t stopped crying. He brought his hands to your face, looking over your features. You also looked rough now, like you lost the light in your soul. Losing the love of your life and being tortured can do that to a person. But here you were, both of you with so much pain and angst, so much longing, finally reunited. Bucky smashed his lips to yours and you moaned into him. It wasn’t so much a lustful moan, but one that felt like a release of tension. A release of all the bad things that happened.

Your hands instinctively went to his hair, pulling him in and deepening the kiss. A kiss you both hadn’t shared with anyone since you last saw each other. You pressed your body to his as his hands found your waist, lifting you up and sitting on your bed. You sat on his lap, still kissing him and desperately wanting to be closer to him, wanting to melt into one person so you will never be apart again.

“Oh, darling, I can’t believe you’re here. I’ve missed you so much,” he sobbed against you, the pain in his voice was so raw. “I’m so sorry, Y/N, I’m so sorry.” He kept apologizing to you, feeling to blame for everything. You shut him down quickly.

“Bucky, listen to me, you cannot control the actions of other people. It is not your fault that any of this happened, you didn’t choose to get kidnapped by Hydra, you didn’t cause them to kidnap me. They did that. Hydra is to blame.” You explained to him firmly, hoping to make him understand that you didn’t blame him at all. He shook his head.

“The things I’ve done...Y/N, you would be so ashamed of me. I did that, no one else,” he hung his head, unable to face you. He felt so responsible for everything that happened to him and what the Winter Soldier did.

“Look at me,” you brought his face to meet yours, “it was not your fault. The torture that you endured, the pain, for 70 years Bucky. That is not your fault, no matter what anyone else is telling you. You don’t have to own up to anything.” You closed the gap again and hugged him. Bucky was shocked. No one had ever told him that he didn’t have at least some responsibility for his actions. They all treated him like he could’ve walked away at any moment, that he just wasn’t strong enough. He cried into your shoulder as you stroked his hair.

“You don’t understand, no one can,” Bucky couldn’t accept it. He still couldn’t accept that he had no hand in the past. You sighed, hopping off of his body. He looked at you with the saddest puppy dog eyes you’ve ever seen. He reached his arms out for you but you turned around, digging through your closet until you pulled out a silver briefcase.

“Fine then, come here,” you walked out of the room and back into the living room where Sam and Zemo sat in silence. Sam was clearly annoyed and probably had just told the other man to shut up. Zemo did like to talk a lot. You placed the case on the table and opened it. Zemo knew what it was as soon as he saw it, he didn’t know you had it in your possession, it was a very rare and sought after item. Bucky, who was now sitting on the couch, and Sam were confused. You started pulling out wires and plugs and pressed two sticky pads to Bucky’s temples.

“What is that?” Bucky asked.

“A memory transfer,” you didn’t look at him. You connected some pads to your temples too and cuffed yourself to a chair.

“No, absolutely not,” Bucky protested, refusing to have you witness his memories. It was too painful and he didn’t want to subject you to them.

“You said no one would understand, let me. Let me understand, Buck.”

“So, she can call you Buck but I can’t?” Sam always had a way of making a joking comment in serious situations.

“She called me Buck first,” Bucky said, shooting a glare at Sam who just tsked. Before Bucky could turn back to you and continue to protest, Zemo had turned on the machine for you and you started writing in your chair. Moments of peace, as you relieved all of Bucky’s memories from his childhood and on, meeting you, the love he felt, the way he looked at you, how he saw you, then the war. The horrors he saw as a soldier, you started writing again, feeling his fear, his pain, the bullets he took. Then Hydra, him falling from the train, losing his arm, the surgery and metal arm replacement. You felt every single thing he did. You started thrashing around, screaming in pain. Bucky looked in horror.

“What’s happening to her?!” He yelled at Zemo, desperate for it to stop.

“It doesn’t just transfer memories, she feels everything you felt too. All the pain. I’m assuming she’s experiencing your arm removal now.” Zemo was sadistically calm. Sam and Bucky practically begged him to turn it off but Zemo refused.

“She’ll wake up when she’s caught up, she’ll be fine.” You still thrashed, screams only causing Bucky anguish. He couldn’t imagine the horrors you were seeing. What things even he forgot that you could be experiencing. He never wanted anyone to feel the way he did, especially you. Eventually you calmed down, waking up disoriented. You had never used the machine before, you knew you would feel it but god, it was debilitating. You only ached even more for Bucky. You wanted to take away all his pain. Knowing what he went through, the torture, the loss, you understood him even better. More than anyone ever could.

When you gained more stability, you were unhooked and Bucky took you into his arms. He held you close, not caring anymore about the two other men seeing him be tender and vulnerable, he just wanted to sooth you. Bucky kissed you softly and stroked your cheek.

“Why did you do that, Y/N?” He was crying now.

“I had to understand, and I still stand by my statement, Buck, it’s not your fault.” Bucky’s eyes widened and tears fell. It was going to take a while for him to accept that, but knowing you still cared about him after seeing his memories was enough for him to begin.

You gathered yourself and continued talking to the three men, catching up and hatching plans to deal with the new super soldiers. Eventually, Sam rose another question.

“So, does this mean you two are still engaged?” Bucky looked shocked and looked at you. Technically you were, seeing as neither of you were actually dead and you never broke up. At this point, you didn’t know if Bucky even still wanted to marry you. After everything that’s happened, marriage seemed strange now. Neither of you seemed like the types to ever be married and settled down, but you both still loved each other and never wanted to be apart again.

“Well, I do still have this,” you said as you clicked another button on your watch and the wall opened and out slid a glass case with a long wedding dress in it. Pictures of you and Bucky were framed and sat around it and the vows you had written one day were preserved in another frame. Bucky’s eyes watered again, fuck. He couldn’t believe what he was seeing. He never saw your dress, as it was to be a surprise when you walked down the aisle. But here it was before him with memories from the past. Sam read the vows, looking for something to tease the super soldier about later. You looked at Bucky and he held your hand.

“I would be the luckiest man in existence if you married me, Y/N,” Bucky stroked your ring finger. He wished his grandmother’s ring was still on it, he assumed it was probably lost. But you picked up a little box from the glass case and inside of it was the ring. You handed it to him and he slid it onto your finger before kissing your hand. For a moment it was just the two of you. Everything melted away and he just looked at you with such love and longing.

“I want nothing more than to be your wife, Sergeant Barnes.”

[spookiekewchie]

the sweet feeling of release...(3)

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

Characters: vampire!Bucky Barnes x siren!reader

Summary: just a taste and he's soaring.

SERIES MASTERLIST

Word Count: 800

Warnings: general language warning, unprotected sex, sex outdoors, choking, scratching, biting, blood drinking, google translations (soare = sunshine in Romanian/φεγγάρι μου = my moon in Greek)

A/N:  Part 3 of my entry for for @syntheticavenger's 8k challenge. Anyways, all mistakes are mine so pardon any errors or typos I'm sure I missed a few. The divider is by @firefly-graphics the moodboard is by me, but the image of bucky is a manip made by 0-ves-0 hence the watermark being left in.

DO NOT repost or translate my work anywhere. If you like it don't forget to reblog and share with others who might enjoy it as well.

James freezes, unsure if he’s heard you correctly but then you repeat the words and a growl rumbles in his throat. It’s been months since you two have been together since that fateful night, and he’s never had the privilege. Partly out of fear that your blood might be his undoing. Your scent alone makes him dizzy with lust and need, there’s no telling what the blood of an ancient creature like you might do to him.

“I trust you. I want you.” You tell him, uttering words that make his cold heart soar. He’s spent so long picking and choosing his words and actions around you, keeping his desires in check only for you to offer them to him freely. James lifts you in his arms, a satisfied purr in his throat when your legs automatically wrap around his waist. He inhales your scent and his mouth waters at the sweetness of your arousal, and he wants nothing more than to sink into you in more ways than one. The hunt always leaves you needy and wanting, your desires just as strong and dangerous as his own. It leaves James with little reason to resist so instead he gives in.

Spinning your bodies in the air he presses you against a thick trunk, a hand moving between your bodies to fumble with his belt and pants so he can get his straining length free. No sooner is his throbbing member out, is he pushing roughly into you with one impatient thrust that has you hissing in pleasure. He doesn’t worry about being too rough with you, he knows that you can take it, and more importantly that you love it. James knows just how to touch you, how to fuck you, and he gives you everything you crave.

You bear down on him, hips giving a filthy grind as you encourage him to move. Happily he obliges, his fingers running through amethyst feathers as his hips pump hard and fast against you. His cock fills you, splits you open until you’re panting and crying out for him. Even your sounds of pleasure are like a song to him, and it’s one more thing about you for him to be addicted to. “Yes, James. Take it, take what’s yours.” You breathe against his temple, gasping as his angle shifts just slightly and his cock hits against that sweet spot with every thrust. You claw at his back, shredding through his shirt until it’s nothing more than bloody scraps.

James growls against your throat, thrusting harder with each slice of your talons through his flesh. He groans feeling the wounds healing just as quickly as they’re inflicted, and the bite of pain has him twitching inside you. Just as he knows what you need, you know him just as well.

“Please, φεγγάρι μου, more...more.” You beg him, and eagerly he dips his head into the curve of your neck, baring his fangs and letting them drag over your pulse. You shudder, anticipation causing a chill to crawl up your spine as more pleas fall from your plush lips. James times the descent of his fangs into your throat with the thrust of his cock. The pain, and the pleasure is exquisite and you cry out body clenching tight around his length as it batters into your welcoming body. You let him drink freely, feeling as if you’re floating from the euphoria of his bite. You’re so close to unraveling, and with each drive of his cock into you hurtle closer to the edge.

A hand cards through James’ hair, pulling hard just as he retracts his fangs and sighs blissfully as your blood courses through him. It feels electric, and dizzying. It’s a better high than any drug can offer, and it heightens everything that he feels. He’s delirious and drunk on you, and whatever restraint he has left fizzles away. He fucks you harder, holding nothing back as his speeds reach an inhuman pace that has you slamming a hand back against the thick tree trunk hard enough that splinters fly from it. “Yes, fuck...so close, I’m so fucking close!” You cry out, walls pulsing around him and body going tense as the knot finally comes undone and your climax hits you like a wave.

A fresh wave of slick gushes from you, and you swear that you can see the stars in your eyes as James fucks you through a near blinding orgasm. He curses, taking in the sight of you falling apart for him. It helps to send him over the edge, and he pushes deep as he spills inside you.

You’re both drunk on each other, lost in the high of blood and sex that consumes you both.

You wouldn’t have it any other way.

[mox-writes]

Let Loose (Bucky Barnes x WOC OC) Part 3

Disclaimer: This is cross-posted on moongoddessmox as a whole. This one is broken up into three parts for better reading.

Warning: 18+, language, smut, unprotected sex, m/f orgasm.

Word Count: 2,505

Pairing: TFATWS!Bucky x WOC OC (she/her)

Summary (Part 3): After sharing a kiss Bucky tries to leave when he remembers his arm, however, Gwen wants him to stay. Smut ensues.

A/N: Typically I write Y/N but decided to give the OC a name to make it flow better, apologies! All 3 parts posted! I just wanted to break them up because it was so fucking long.

“We shouldn’t do this,”

A soft moan left Gwen’s lips as she moved to straddle his lap, Bucky’s hands feeling every inch of her body and pulling her deeper into him, she was never close enough, he wanted more of her. Gwen began to kiss down his neck and tugged at his jacket, which made him tense up; he stopped her and pulled away.

“Why?” She said breathlessly. She was confused, he seemed to want her but couldn’t let himself be free.

“I-I just can’t. I should go, this was a mistake.” Bucky lifted her off him with ease and stood up, he rushed to the door but she followed him, grabbing his vibranium arm. She noticed how stiff it was, too stiff to be flesh. She furrowed her brow and let go; Bucky stopped and dropped his head to the ground realizing he had to explain, he couldn’t leave her there like that, confused and abandoned. He slowly turned around and looked at her, she waited patiently for him to say something, not wanting to force him. Bucky tugged at the fingers of his right glove that covered his flesh hand, then almost painfully, he pulled off the other glove. The vibranium caught the light and shined upon exposure; Gwen’s face got soft, watching as he slid off his jacket to reveal his entire arm was made of metal. Her eyes widened at the sight, he expected her to be revolted or ask him to leave, but she stepped closer and placed a hand on his metal bicep. The black and gold arm was cold and smooth, almost mesmerizing. Bucky waited for her to say something but she didn’t, she didn’t know how to respond, what could she even say? She could just look at it, how it stood out and reflected the light, but also how badass it made him look, she wasn’t put off by it at all, her feelings were the same for him except she wanted to take away his pain even more.

Gwen finally looked up to see Bucky watching her with forlorn eyes, he was waiting for any change in expression, anything that would tell him he was a monster. But she kissed him. She grabbed his face and pulled him closer to her, lips smashing together in bliss. He was utterly shocked, unsure how to process what was happening, all he could do was grab her and lift her up. Gwen wrapped her legs around his waist and he sat her on the back of the couch. His lips melded with hers as her hands found their way under his dark t-shirt, she felt every muscular groove of his body as she slid his shirt up. He broke the kiss only to pull his shirt over his head and went right back to her, searching for her tongue with his.

Gwen moaned his name into his mouth, fumbling with the buckle on his jeans, eager to expose what was underneath. Bucky grabbed her hips, lifting her again and walking down the hall.

“Which one?” he said in between kisses.

“Last one on the left.” Gwen was breathless, it had been so long since she felt so much passion, so much pleasure. Bucky pushed open the door to her bedroom with his foot and laid her on the bed. The both of them panted as they continued to get undressed. Gwen stood up and laid soft kisses on his shoulder where his vibranium arm met his skin. Such a small gesture almost choked him up, his eyes closing as he felt the soothing chill of her lips on him. Gwen kissed across his chest and pulled his face back to hers.

“I want to show you something too.” Gwen pulled away as Bucky watched her lift her shirt, the last remaining piece of clothing beside her panties. On her ribs were large raised scars and some small ones that resembled knife wounds. He looked in horror imagining what she went through.

“I made some mistakes, worked for the wrong people, and faced the consequences when I asked questions. They made me a different person, I couldn’t be myself, I had to live under an alias, in a new home, my work was top secret and very dangerous. Not only for me but the people my work affected…” Gwen sighed.

“I programmed the technology for some pretty severe torture devices that hurt--killed--lots of people. I didn’t know what they were going to do down the road, I thought I was working for a regular software company until they asked too many hypotheticals that turned into threats if I didn’t put them into reality. It took years for me to get out, I’ve only been myself again for six months. I wanted to get out of the tech business but I’m not really good at anything else, it’s all I know.” Gwen sank into the large bed as Bucky listened to her. As she went on Bucky only felt more comfortable with her, their experiences were similar, and knowing her past made him open up.

They laid on the bed together, both topless, their arms pressed against the others. They never thought they would discuss their pasts in so much detail, it was hard to find anything else to add at that point. Bucky propped himself up on his left arm and watched her talk, entranced by her beauty. He ran a finger down her cheek causing her breathing to falter, he dragged the finger along her jaw and kissed her soft lips. He traced the side of her neck and onto her shoulder where a large tattoo covered her skin. Gwen watched his eyes scan her body, her breasts bare and waiting for his touch. She held her breath, waiting for the moment he finally connected his hand to her chest.

Bucky trailed along the side of her breast and circled her nipple with his thumb. The touch was so soft, so gentle as if he were trying not to hurt her. She connected her hand to his face, lightly running her own thumb across his stubble. She wanted him to take her in his mouth already, she needed it, every second that passed she only got more eager. Bucky kissed her lips again, his tongue making its way into her mouth and he moaned into her. He swung his leg over hers so that it sat between her thighs, his hand traveled down to the black underwear covering her and teased his fingers up and down her crease through the fabric. She moaned, reaching her arm around his neck and pulling him in. Bucky kissed down her body, placing wet kisses in the middle of her chest, breasts flush against his cheeks. Her hand found its way to his thick dark hair, gripping it tight and edging him closer to her breast.

Bucky took her nipple in his mouth and she moaned, his tongue swirled around the bumpy mound and sucked on it gently, then harder and harder. He bit down and tugged it, flashing his eyes up to hers to confirm consent. She shook her head ‘yes’ then threw it back moaning as he sucked harder. Meanwhile, his fingers were still rubbing her clit through her panties, the material soaking from the outside. Bucky slipped his hand inside and felt all of her, the wetness making him even harder, he couldn’t wait to feel her around him, he craved her. His fingers explored every nook of her folds and flicked and rubbed her in all the right spots, if there was anything Bucky knew, it was how to make a woman cum on the first try.

Gwen gripped the sheets, legs shaking as she prepared to orgasm. The shock and awe rushed her body, god he’s good. She moaned his name louder and louder as his movements picked up speed; his fingers slid into her vagina pumping and curling against her walls. Gwen couldn’t hold it much longer, his teeth nibbling on her nipple and his fingers fucking her just right was just what she needed to orgasm.

“Come on baby, cum for me,” Bucky released his teeth and begged her to cum, sucking her breast and kissing back up to her mouth. He moaned into her and watched her squirm, the rush of her orgasm gave her goosebumps and curled her toes.

“Just like that baby,” he moaned as she came on his hand. Bucky pulled his hand out and licked his fingers, taking in her delicious taste. He kissed her again before standing up and removing his own boxers. Gwen sat up and pulled him toward her, trailing her tongue down his abs. He groaned and gripped her curly hair; he avoided using his metal arm at all costs, unsure if he’d be able to control his strength. Bucky looked at her, watching as she kissed his body and wrap her fingers around his large cock. It had been so long since he felt another’s hands on him, so long since he was allowed this pleasure. He had to contain himself, worried he might finish too early.

“You’re so big, baby.” Gwen moaned seductively as she slid her tongue down his shaft. Bucky tilted his head back as she put all of him in her mouth, sucking so tenderly. She pulled away and licked the tip of his member, swirling and going back down again. Bucky let out breathy moans, he whispered profanities under his breath as she sped up and he throbbed in her mouth. She could tell he was close, his cock twitching uncontrollably as she pushed it to the back of her throat. Gwen pushed back gags as it went deeper, the warm wetness of her mouth almost sending Bucky over the edge. She slid back and took him out of her mouth with a pop, licking the precum from his tip. She didn’t allow him to cum, she wanted him begging for more.

Bucky groaned in defeat, not being able to cum felt like torture. He looked down at her smirking face and raised an eyebrow before scooping her up and tossing her back onto the bed. He climbed on top of her and bit her neck.

“That was evil, doll, now I’m going to have to make you beg for it.” Bucky gave her a devilish grin, realization washed over her face as her stunt backfired and now she was at his mercy. Bucky licked his lips and kissed his way down her body. He came face to face with her clit and his hot breath made her throb, the wetness already forming again in anticipation. He gripped her thick thighs and chewed on them lightly, his teeth pulling at her rich skin. Bucky kissed and sucked his way to the center of her body, making sure to kiss everywhere but her sweet spot. As he got closer, Gwen was almost numb from lust, she tangled her fingers in his hair and begged him to lick her.

“You want me, doll?” Bucky’s voice sent chills up her body. The sound of his voice alone could make her orgasm.

“Yes baby, please, fuck yes.” Gwen was desperate for his mouth, she wanted to flip him over and sit on his face herself until he begged for air. Bucky teased her a little longer, placing ever-so-gentle kisses on her clit, not enough pressure to fulfill her needs but enough that it soaked the sheet beneath her. Just when she was going to beg again, he dove his head down and engulfed her clit in his mouth. His tongue licked her entire slit and flicked up and down. Gwen moaned loudly, the sweet sound was music to his ears. He sucked her into his mouth, nibbling and biting until she was writhing underneath him; she was so wet for him, he wanted nothing more than to fuck her until her eyes rolled back. Bucky sucked her clit until she was swollen, he inserted two fingers in her vagina and curled them as he licked her. Gwen couldn’t take it anymore and screamed out his name.

“Fuck, fuck James, I’m going to cum baby, don’t stop!” Her desperate cries made him throb, he kept his pace, not wanting to risk losing her orgasm. Gwen kept moaning, her body shaking under him as she finally came again. Her breath was heavy, he watched as her chest fell and rose again, trying to catch her breath. Bucky slid back up her body and kissed her passionately. Gwen melted under his touch, he was perfect, the way he kissed, the way his hands turned her body, how gentle and kind he was but knew the right amount of roughness. She never wanted it to end, she wanted him forever. Bucky positioned himself at her entrance and felt her wetness cover the tip of his hard cock.

“Is this okay?” He asked for reassurance, never wanting to do something she was uncomfortable with. Gwen stroked his face, kissing his lips and nodding.

“Yes baby, please fuck me.” As soon as the words left her mouth, Bucky pushed himself inside of her. Gwen immediately gripped his back, digging her nails into his skin. Bucky went slow, getting her comfortable to his girth before sliding in faster and faster. He grunted and groaned desperately trying to take in all of her. Her scent, her moans, her wetness. He wanted all of her, he pumped his cock back and forth, her walls sliding effortlessly up and down his length. Gwen placed her hand on his vibranium arm trying to steady herself, the cool metal contrasted the heat of the room. Gwen wasn’t sure if she had much left in her, climaxing three times a night was unusual for her but she knew she would cum again with him inside her.

Sweat dripped off Bucky’s face as he moaned in her ear, profanities being thrown around and only intensifying as he pounded his cock into her.

“James, please, I want you to cum. Baby, I want you to cum.” Gwen begged him, she encouraged him to release him; she needed to feel him and hear his moans even louder. Bucky looked in her eyes, pure lust washed over the two of them. He smashed his lips to hers as he finally reached his climax, spilling all of it inside of her. As soon as she heard his final, loud groans, she came with him. Orgasming around his large cock for the third time.

Bucky collapsed next to her as they tried to catch their breath. The room was humid and their bodies sweaty and sticky. Fuck. Bucky sat up, and looked over Gwen’s nude body.

“I would get you a towel, but I don’t know where they are,” he chuckled. Gwen let out a laugh, she stood up and led him to the bathroom. She opened the glass door of the shower and turned it on.

“We might as well get washed up.”

[avintagekiss24]

From Morocco With Love

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Original WOC! Female Character

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: minor violence, mention of blood, fighting

Summary: It's been a while since you've seen Bucky. You didn't think that once you saw him again, you'd have him by gunpoint in your kitchen. 

Word Count: 3161

Link: AO3

Square Filled: B2 - AU: John Wick

A/N: This makes a bingo! Yay me! Written for @buckybarnesbingo

     Open Contract  

     Bucky Barnes  

     $14 million  

 You let out a quick laugh as your eyes scan the text message. You set the iPhone down, next to the cutting board, and turn your attention back to the tomato in front of you. You cut a few more slices, but slide your eyes back to the screen of your phone, reading and then rereading the simple, short message.

     Open Contract  

     Bucky Barnes  

     $14 million  

    What in the fuck has he done now? You wonder, pushing some of your hair out of your face as a deep sigh exits your mouth. You lift your eyes, focusing on the tree that sways gently in your backyard for a few seconds. You’d thought that maybe he had retired. He said he was going to anyway, lying bastard. He never did know how to keep his word. You should - your train of thought is broken when your phone chimes again, another message from a different number coming through.

     You game? 

     You stare down at the phone. Winston. He’s trying to drag you back in. He’s trying to poke the sleeping bear, but you’re out. You’ve been out, and you want to stay out. You had asked for your freedom long ago. You were given an impossible task, one that no one in their right mind would take, and not only did you complete it, you did it with style. The story still lives throughout your community, even after all of this time. You’re a legend. You’d like to keep it way.

     Nope.  

      You set your phone back down and scoop up the diced tomatoes, turning on your heels to throw them into your tomato sauce. Your phone chimes again. You ignore it. You stir your sauce, grab a pinch of basil and sprinkle it in. You bring the wooden spoon to your lips and hum in delight at the taste. Perfect. That’s what Bucky used to say about it. Perfect babe, just perfect. You shake your head, dismissing the memory. Your phone chimes again. You grab two plates from over your head and grab the tongs, placing strings of spaghetti on each plate. You pour some sauce over both, then pad toward the wooden table, your bare feet softly thudding against the hardwood floor.

    Your phone chimes again.

     “Daciana?” You call loudly, “Dinner!”

     Daciana. It’s a hard -ch sound, like church, he told you. You loved the name as soon as it spilled from his lips. You know, he continued, Roman Dacia was a province of the Roman Empire. It fell, like everything else back then, but later, it became modern day Romania. You figured it was an ode to his birthplace, but, you also liked that he was full of random information like that. So, Daciana it was.

    You move back into the kitchen, pulling open the fridge to pull out a Fiji water and an apple juice. You grab your phone on your way back to the table and smile brightly as your six year old comes bounding into the room.

     I know Bucky is a little close to home for you, but you’re the only one who can do this  

     Bucky Barnes is a tricky bastard  

     You still there?  

    You flip your phone face down beside your plate of food. You pour the cold apple juice into a small cup and push it toward your chatty little girl, leaning back in your chair as you watch her dig into her plate. She talks your ear off, she laughs, she gets tomato sauce all over her shirt. She is the absolute best part of you. She’s the best thing you could have ever done. She’s why you stay out.

     There’s a reason why you keep this phone turned on…  

     Deep down, there is something in you that just has to know what’s going on. It takes a special kind of person to do what you do. You can’t just turn that off because you get pregnant. You did try for a while, a long while, to stay completely off the grid, but you went stir crazy. Even if you aren’t actively participating, you still like to know the rules of the game, just in case. Your phone chimes again.

     Freedom comes with a price, Hawkins. You’re the BEST. You shouldn’t try and run from it. It’s who you are...  

     “Finished mama!” Daciana proclaims proudly.

     “Great job! Meet you in the bathroom in five, okay? We gotta wash that hair tonight.”

     I already paid for my freedom, and then some. Call Wick.  

     Can’t. He’s out too  

     Your lips quirks up at the edges as you read over the message, “Good for him.” You mumble.

     You turn off the phone.

     Hour pass. The darkness outside matches the current state of your quiet home in the middle of nowhere. Daciana is cradled against your chest, her hand dug into your hair, her mouth open as she sleeps on top of you. You hear a creak from somewhere in the house, and your eyes spring open out of instinct. You roll your head slightly toward the window, your eyes zeroing in on another tree as you listen for another disturbance in the stillness. Your lips part, the minuscule hairs on your arms standing up as your breathing becomes shallow. You see? It never goes away. Your instinct. Your training.

    There’s another creak. Most people would think it’s just the house settling. Houses make noises all the time. But not you. You know better. You slip out from underneath the small girl and set your feet on the ground, slowly, one by one. You stand, pulling her up into your arms and move briskly toward the walk-in closet. You lay her down on the pre-made pallet and move back toward the reinforced, soundproof door, locking it behind you. You sink to your knees once you’re by the bed, reaching for the 9mm handgun and hunting knives you keep stashed. Another creak sounds deep in the house. You spring back to you feet, gun pointed toward the threshold of your bedroom door.

     You move slowly out into the hallway, your eyes darting around the darkness. There’s a change in the atmosphere. You can smell it. You take the stairs quickly, turning the corner into your kitchen, your gun leading the way. You step past the table but halt suddenly, lowering your arms and turning your head slightly to the left. Without warning, two arms encircle you from behind. You elbow the person hard, creating a small space for you to be able to turn and land a kick into their chest. The intruder stumbles back as you rush him, throwing a barrage of punches and kicks, him blocking most but you get a few good ones in.

     You pull your knife from the rim of your yoga pants and bring it down with such a force you can hear it cut through the air. He sidesteps you, but you’ve already anticipated that move. You whirl around, dropping the knife from your right hand and catch it with your left, stretching out your arm and pushing the knife toward the assailant. He’s quick, but not quick enough. He grunts loudly as the knife rips through his flesh.

     He stumbles back again, cursing loudly as he covers the wound with his hand, “La dracu!”

     You rush him, faking him out with a right hook, and swing as hard as you can with your left. Most of your targets are stunned by the fact that you can fight just as effectively with your left hand as you can with your right, but not this one. He catches your left wrist before your punch can connect and whips you around, your back now to his chest. You struggle against him, bending over quickly and using most of your strength and your hip to flip him right over your body, sending him crashing into your hand carved dinner table.

     The man grunts loudly, grabbing at his ribs as you recover with your gun, pointing it at his head, finger beginning to squeeze the trigger, “Ash! Ash, it’s me.”

    You stop dead in your tracks. You know that voice. Your eyes try to scan the owner, not wanting to believe it is who you think it is, “How do you-”

     “It’s me, Ash. Holy shit.” He groans as he rolls over onto his side slowly.

     You keep your gun trained on him, adjusting and re-adjusting your grip as your mind races. It can’t be. It’s not- “Bucky?”

     He stands, stumbling over the broken table as he tries to get his balance. He holds up a hand, before dropping it quickly as rushed breaths push through his teeth audibly, “How many men do you know that can speak Romanian?”

     “Plenty.” You spit, gun still trained on him.

     He eyes you cautiously in the dark, careful not to make any sudden movements, knowing how deadly you can be, even when you know the person in front of you, “You can put that down now.” You throws his eyes toward the gun.

     “Can I?”

     He nods his head, “I’m not here to hurt you, Ash.” When you don’t respond, he chuckles a little, “Come on, you’re making me nervous with that thing.”

     You lower the handgun, slowly, but keep a defensive stance, “Why are you here?” You ask lowly.

     He takes a beat, grabbing at the napkins on the table and pressing them to his bleeding shoulder, “I can’t stop by to say hi?”

     “I haven’t seen you in two years. I don’t think so.”

     “Has it really been that long?” He asks, his face screwing up in genuine confusion, “Time flies.” You stare at him, “It was a joke.”

     He’s still an idiot. You shake your head, pursing your lips, “You have to go. Now.”

     “Come on babe.”

     “No. There is no babe, not anymore. Get out.”

     He sighs, dropping his head, “I’m in trouble. I’m-”

     “Excommunicado.”

     “You know?”

     “I keep my ear to the ground. That’s why you have to go, Bucky. You can’t be here.”

     He nods slowly, “Precious cargo, I know.” You peak up toward the ceiling where the precious cargo lays, none the wiser to what’s happening around her, “Can I see her?”

     The seriousness in his voice pulls your eyes right back to him. His hair is longer now, reaching his shoulders. It’s wavy. You like it like this. You like it any way he wears it if you’re being honest. Long, short, buzzed, blonde, he made it all work. You stare at each other for a second, blinking, remembering. It was his blues eyes that caught you off guard way back when. They were so mysterious but playful. You’re not even sure how one could pull that off, especially someone as dangerous as he was. But he did.

     You don’t say anything. You just turn and move back toward the long staircase. You feel him behind you the whole way, keeping a small distance as you climb the stairs and move down the hallway. You move into your bathroom, running your hand underneath the counter until your fingers glide over a small, silver key. You pull it out and step past him as you unlock the closet door. You step aside. He pushes past you, making his way toward the small girl laid out on the mountain of blankets and pillows. He bends to pick her up carefully, grimacing as pain rips through him.

     You watch as he moves back into your room and takes a seat on your bed, cradling the child to his chest. The faintest smile spreads on his lips as he looks her over. It’s strange. He was never this vulnerable when it was just the two of you, but then again, you’re both assassins, could you ever really trust one another? He runs his fingers down her gentle face, like he’s etching it in his min, like he doesn’t want to forget. It might be a long time before he sees her again. It may be the last time he sees her again.

     “I love her so much.”

     His voice is barely a whisper. You drop your head, biting the inside of your cheek, “I know.” You answer.

     You had both made the decision, when you found out that two was becoming three, that he needed to stay away. He’d be there, as much as he could, mostly in the shadows. It was just too dangerous. If anyone found out about her, she’d be a pawn in a game that she didn’t sign up for. You couldn’t have that. Bucky wouldn’t have that.

     You remember one of your last nights together in the Continental Hotel. You’d snuck in through the back, with the help of Charon, and rode the elevator to his floor. You kept your face and prominent baby bump covered with a hoodie and baseball cap. You pushed through the door with the keycard provided to you. As soon as the door clicked behind you, and the two of you locked eyes, he fell to his knees. He placed both hands on either side of your stomach, he lifted your shirt, planted feather light kisses on your tight skin. He was excited. He really was.

     The two of you made love. You bit your lip as your eyes roamed along his face as he laid next to you, his fingers playing with your hair. You wanted him to get out too. The two of you could make a life, you really could. Plenty had done it before. He just looked back at you. He smiled slowly as his eyes shifted between yours. He ran his hand down your face, made some stupid joke and pulled you close to him. He whispered into your ear as you fell asleep. When you woke up, he was gone.

     “What did you do?” You ask.

     “I killed someone.”

     You roll your eyes. Still a cheeky bastard, “No shit, Sherlock.”

     He chuckles, but never takes his eyes off of the precious cargo in his hands, “I killed Santino D’Antonio in the Continental Lounge.” You gasp, prompting him to shake his head and sigh, “He was gonna kill me, Ash.”

     “You know the rules Bucky!” You hiss angrily, “No killing on Continental grounds, you know that!” You rack your hands and fingers through your hair, “God, you’re so stupid!”

     “And reckless, I know.” He chuckles, “I’ll figure it out. I always do.”

     He leans down, kissing the small girl on her forehead. He closes his eyes and breathes her in, whispering something in Romanian before he lays her back down on the bed. He stands, grabbing the throw blanket from the end of the mattress and covers her sweetly. He runs his hand down her arm and smiles at her again, before turning back to you, “I have one last favor with the Director. I’m gonna see if she can get me to Casablanca.”

     “And then?”

     He shrugs, “I don’t know. I’ll figure that out when I get to Morocco.”

     You stare at each other again. He pulls you to him, crashing his lips to yours in one final kiss. It’s deep, and passionate, making your knees weak. He wraps an arm around your back and pulls you as close as he can to him, needing to feel you against him just one last time. When he pulls away, you stand there, staring at him with wide eyes, your mouth slightly open as your brain races. Your bottom lip quivers, very slightly, but it quivers. You don’t need to say that you love him. He nods his head gently. He knows.

     “I love you, baby.” He knows that you need to hear him say it.

     He steps to the side and brushes past you, his fingers reaching out to slide up your arm as he leaves. You don’t turn around. You just listen as his footsteps grow further and further away from you until you can’t hear them anymore. You try to blink back the tears that threaten, but they fall freely, hot against your skin as you stare into your dark bedroom. You’re not ready for a life without Bucky Barnes. You like having him in the shadows.

     Morning comes very quickly. You zip up some bags, throwing them over your shoulder as you skip down the stairs and out into the garage. You throw them into the back of your 1970 Chevy Chevelle, and then head to a tool cart, pulling open the top drawer. You grab your favorite pearl handled 1911 handgun and shove it into the back of your black jeans. You pull out a small .22 and push it into your ankle holster and start throwing clips and ammunition into a smaller bag. You pull out another drawer and stuff your jacket pockets with throwing stars, and tuck a few knives into the hidden pockets in your jacket.

     You run back inside and collect your still sleeping child, placing a hand firmly on her back as you hold her to you, and make your way out of your home. You lay her down in the back of your car and jump into the driver's seat, squealing out of the garage. It’s a short drive to your destination. You’re now standing on the front porch, Daciana against your chest as you knock, turning your head to glance up and down the street.

     “Ash,” your long time friend says, wrapping her robe around her body, “It’s early.”

     “I know,” You nod, handing over your little girl, “Listen, I have something I gotta do. I have to help a friend. I don’t know how long I’ll be gone but, I need you to-” Your friend nods, silencing you. You pull out a debit card from your wallet and a folded up piece of paper, “Use the card for anything that you need for her.”

     “Okay.”

     “If anyone comes here, looking for me, asking weird questions, or anything suspicious, you go to this address. Ask for Charon, he’ll keep you safe until I can get back. Okay?”

     She nods, scanning her eyes over the handwritten note, “Okay. I got it, I promise. I’ll keep her safe.”

     “I know you will.”

     You lean in and place a kiss on Daciana’s head, smoothing her hair down with your hand before you turn and move back down to your car, “Thank you.” You call after slamming the drivers door closed.

     You pull away from the curb before you hear a response. You smile widely as the wind whips through your hair as you hit the on ramp to the highway. Bucky Barnes owes you a new dinner table. You’ll see to it that he gets you one. You pull out your phone and type out a cryptic message before turning it back off and tossing it into the empty passenger seat.

     I’m in... but not in the way you’d hope dear Winston.  

[imamotherfuckingstar-lord]

Imagine Bucky trying your Mom’s pozole for the first time

Thanks to @daydreamerblues​ for looking over my spanish!

Just wanted to write a little something for my fellow Mexicanas and brown peeps!

“It’s pozole, mi amor,” you chuckled as Bucky spooned the pork around the bowl. 

You took a bit of cabbage and sprinkled it over the mexican style stew. He watched with a smile as you took a lemon and squeezed a little out, handing him a spoon.

“Eat up, you don’t want to offend the cook,” you proposal with a smile.

“Pozole..”

He repeated unassured and you laughed, “Just try it, here she comes.”

Your mother walked up to the kitchen table two beers in hand, apron pulled over her shoulder and a smile on her beautifully aged face. Her dark hair was pulled back into a low ponytail and she eyed Bucky cautiously.

“Para ti,” she told your boyfriend as she placed a beer down in front of him.

His eyes widen in surprise. “Thank you.”

She turned her attention to you and nodded in Buck’s direction. “Hija, cómo le gusta la comida?”

“She asked how the food was, Buck,” you looked to the man, who lifted the spoon to his mouth. His eyes widen up at your mother, who was glaring at him, waiting for an answer. He cleared his throat and took in a spoonful of pork and hominy.

Your mom and you stared at Bucky, anticipating his reaction to the pozole. 

Bucky slowly released the spoon from his mouth and took a napkin to wipe his mouth. He sat there for a moment, quiet and reserved, chewing the food. And then it happened, his eyes widen in delight and he let out a low moan.

You laughed up at your mother, who looked smug and satisfied.

“So,” you nudged the man playfully. “What do you think, babe?”

Bucky sighed and looked up at your mom with pure joy in his eyes. He clapped his hands together and grinned.

 “Muy bueno, Señora. Muy bueno.”

“Thanks, ma,” you joined in, reaching for Bucky’s beer, but she sent you a knowing expression and you held up your hands in defense. “Ay, lo siento.”

She smiled warmly at you and handed over her beer, not saying a word, but giving Bucky a curious glance before exiting the kitchen.

“She likes you,” you announced to Bucky, who slowly glanced up from his bowl.

“She does?”

Taking a sip from the beer bottle, you gave him a simper and shrugged nonchalantly. “Si, like mother like daughter.”

[pariskylar]

TWO

DISCLAIMER: this is a daft. i had a different but similar version that i finished last night and i planned on posting today (i actually like that version; shits was fire.) but Tumblr deleted it for some reason. i totally forgot half the shit i wrote and i really wanted to post today, so if you don't like i totally understand.

FRIDAY: MAY 24, 2024 7:00AM

it was Friday and like most weekends there was no mission or debriefing; and the team was off doing their own thing.

she was stretching at the tracks of the compound. she yawned, still tired. she tried sleeping but she couldn’t because two people decided to fuck until 2AM.

standing up, she put her headphones on and starting her affirmation podcast readying herself for the run.

she adored running and she fast her whole life. she ran track since she was five. then she was ten she was 10 seconds faster than everyone she raced against. when she was twelve her parents grew concerned when she could run a 400 in two seconds. they refused to let her participate in track after that, claiming it was unfair to the other runner. she was pissed at first because running was everything to her, but as time passed, she grew to understand and began using running as a solace from everything else in her life.

she began running and she already felt a boost of dopamine. the rhythmic pounding of her feet against the track was meditative, borderline therapeutic. the repeated motion was soothing.

after an hour of running the podcast ended. her pace slowed to a jog which came to a walk.

"whew." she fully stopped taking a seat on the track, breathing heavy.

she leaned back, laying flat on her back to catch her breath. her lungs were tight and her heart was pounding; it felt great. it reminded her of running laps on the track her dad made her on their ranch, back before being a hero was a full-time gig.

she loved being a hero and the whole ordeal of helping people in need and keeping the world from total destruction, but sometimes it was a bit much. seeing the absolute chaos and destruction was depressing and it could really weigh on her mentally. but having the ability to help put an end to the mayhem and not doing anything about was worse for her mentally. it made her fell as if she was contributing to the problem.

when she fully caught her breath, she stood and made her way back inside.

going to her room she stripped down from her sweaty clothes and putting them in the hamper. she entered her restroom and cut on the shower.

while the water heated up she did her skincare routine and took care of her morning breath. she smiled at the mirror, checking her teeth making sure they were clean.

satisfied with the cleanliness of her mouth she grabbed a wash cloth and got in the scolding hot shower.

after a 45 minute shower she dried herself and put on a crappy-lazy outfit, ready to really get her day started.

she left her room to clean up her mess from the night before. she hit the den first, folding the blanket and readjusting the pillows. she grabbed her dishes and trash taking it to the kitchen.

in the kitchen sat the mess from the night before. it was more dirty dishes and an opened bottle of wine. sighing she put the dishes she was holding on the side of the sink and tossing her trash in the bin. she began to work in the kitchen. she recorked the wine putting it back in the wine fridge. taking the rest of the dishes to the sink she began washing them all up.

when she was on her last dish her stomach began to rumble.

i need something to eat.

she began to think about what to cook while rinsing and drying the dishes. she landed on a southern breakfast that her gran would make for her, her siblings and cousins when they stayed the weekends at her place.

wringing the towel out she wiped the counters and island down. she let the water out the sink and rinsed the towel wring it out again, hanging it over the faucet head.

going back to her room to get her phone she heard Barnes and Leah going back at it again. they kept waking her up last night with how loud they were.

they just kept going and going and going. she had to grab some earplugs to block them out.

she got her phone and went back to kitchen—covering her ears as she past his room.

she connected her phone shuffle playing her morning playlist.

strumming my pain with his fingers. singing my life with his words. killing me softly with his song.

once the music began to play she took out the ingredients and pots and pans to prepare to cook breakfast.

-

-

"before this gets out of hand no more distance, let's just dance" she sang along stirring the grits.

she had biscuits keeping warm in the oven, bacon cooked, and eggs scrambled. she was finishing grits when Barnes had enough.

“cut it off.” he stormed to the kitchen.

“no.” she simply said, cutting the grits off.

she took the pot off the stove sitting it on the pot holder on the island.

“i didn’t say anything for half an hour, but it’s ridiculous now.”

she went over taking the biscuits out the oven sitting the next to the girts.

“breakfast is ready.” she grabbed the orange juice out the fridge, putting it on the island with the rest of the food.

"not what we talking about." he looked at her annoyed.

she grabbed some plates and glasses from the cabinets and forks from the draws.

"go get Leah before the food gets cold." she started making plates.

"you just gonna ignore me?"

"mhmm." she piles his plate with heaps of food.

he grumble walking off while she fill the cups with orange juice. she sat down pulling her plate in front of her. she opened her phone disconnecting it from the speakers then checking her notifications.

them freeloaders:  T.T. Kayla:  what time u picking us up? —

every Friday she invited her cousin, aunt and best friend over for a sleep over to unwind and decompress from the stressful week.

them freeloaders: around 5ish and Bucky is here —

she texted them and began blindly scrolled look for something to watch while she ate.

“she’s not trying to poison you.” she heard Leah say from the hall

“she doesn’t like me and now she’s just randomly cooking for us?” Barnes ‘whispered’ as they entered the kitchen.

“you could starve for all i care, Barnes.” she said not looking up from her phone.

“you see just straight rude.”

“just eat.” Leah demanded him.

Tiara was still focused on her phone. she got tired of the continuous scrolling and put her headphones in decided to just rewatch Brooklyn 99.

they ate in silence. well she was silently watching her phone while the other two were being lovey dovey—feeding each other and sharing orange juice— it was disgusting.

when she finished breakfast she packed up the left overs and washed all the dishes she used this morning.

"that's was really good." Leah stood up and rinsed their plates and glasses, putting it them in the dish washer.

"aw, thanks." she smiled over at her “by the way i’m having guests over and we’ll be taking over the den.” she turned to Barnes, drying her hands.

“like you did last night.” he took the last sip of his OJ.

"i was just letting you know, so there wasn't any surprises."

"don't care." he rinsed his glass out putting it in the dishwasher.

“eat ass.” she rolled her eyes.

“not yours.” he gave a sarcastic smile.

“trust, you can keep that rusty tongue over there.” she left to her room to relax with a book.

she flopped on her bed grabbing the book she swore she was gonna finish over five months ago. she could barley get past the first chapter without passing out.

but this time she was dead set on reading at least two chapters. she pulled her blanket over her legs and delved into the book.

-

-

five chapters later she had know idea what she read, but she exceeded her goal.

she grabbed her phone looking at the time.

4:27 PM

she put her book away and got ready to get the group of freeloaders. she slid on her slippers and grabbed her wallet, leaving her room.

walking down the hall she heard them again.

oh my gosh, she gotta be tired

she rushed past the room and out to the garage. she looked at the key hooks for which car to take. she landed on one of Tony's old cars.

when Tony passed, Pepper wanted nothing to do with the compound. anything he left at the compound was left at the compound. she wanted no reminisce of it at home or around her daughter.

she got in the car cranking it up. she connected her phone to the car, played a random radio on Spotify before pulling off.

she pulled up to Bri and Kayla's complex in Brooklyn first. she shot them a simple downstairs text before opening Instagram, mindlessly scrolling while waited for them.

eight minutes later Ja’Briana finally came out with Cameron carrying her bags. Tiariana popped the trunk letting him put the bags in.

“hey, boo.” Bri slid in the car.

“heeyy.” she reached over hugging her. “hey, Cam.” she waved at her future cousin-in-law.

“hey, T." he smiled at her "please keep my girl outta trouble." he 'warned' her

"always" she waved him off

"have fun” he refocused on Bri.

“mmkay. love you, see you later.” Bri kissed him.

“love you. nice to see you again, Tiara.” he bided a goodbye, closing the door

“where ya auntie at?” she looked in the glovebox.

“she ain’t come down yet.” T swatted her hand away, closing the glovebox.

“she need to come on.” she grabbed her phone and changing the song.

they sat there talking about what to eat tonight. they landed on Chick-Fil-A and had some catered to the compound. while wrapping up the order Kayla came out towards the car.

“hey, yall. hey.” she opened the passenger back door.

“bout time.” Bri teased her

“sorry, had to knock Eric out real quick.” she grinned tossing in her duffle bag and getting in, kissing them both on the check.

"you should've been grinding on him earlier." Bri tossed out with a small grin.

"shut up." Kayla giggled putting her seatbelt on.

after paying for the order Tiara locked her phone and they pulled off heading to Renee's place in Queens. 49 minutes later they were outside her townhouse. Bri called her telling her they were outside.

“y’all always inviting her.” Kayla complained leaning forward between the seat.

Tiara sighed at her aunt, annoyed.

Renee and Kayla couldn't seem to get along. they always seemed to butt heads. if Renee said to go left Kayla wanted to go right. if Kayla wanted oranges Renee wanted apples.

“she’s sweet.” Bri defended their friend.

“yeah about as sweet as a batch of lemons.”

ugh, she sounds just like her mama

“alright, Granny.” Bri mocked her pulling a laugh from Tiara.

“i’m telling you and one day your gonna see what T.T. is saying is right.” she sat back putting her seatbelt back on.

Tiara and Bri groaned at that.

whenever she would give them a lecture she loved to end it with referring to herself as “T.T.”.

"i'm just looking out for y'all." she continued "speaking of." she rolled her eyes.

Renee came running to the car with bags.

"hey, y'all." she opened the door with a bright smile, stuffing her bags in the bag.

"you always bring all these bags for two nights." Kayla flared her nose.

"unlike you i care about my self-care and how i look." she shot back.

"really because you always smell like ass and earring backs."

"see you always starting with me, i ain't even say shit to you." Renee slammed the door closed.

"waa waa." Kayla mocked and the argument began.

Tiara pulled off, turning up the music to drown out the arguing.

-

-

"so if you're gonna love me, you gotta love all of me. you gotta love deeper than that" they sang as she pulled up to the compound.

Tiara let the window down swiping her I.D. badge. the gates opened and she floored the gas pedal accelerating speeding to the garage.

"ahh!" Bri squealed from the side of her, holding on to the side of her seat.

she sneered making an abrupt stop right before the garage.

"every time you do that i almost shit myself." Kayla said hopping out the car with her bag.

"i know, but it's so fun." Bri got out going to the trunk.

she popped the trunk, allowing her to take her bags out.

they made their way up into the common areas of the estate. her guest went to her room and unpacked their bags for the next two days.

she went to the kitchen to grab everyone some water. in the kitchen, the food that she ordered was on the island, slightly opened. she checked the boxes to see some mac, nuggets and a chicken sandwich missing.

huffing she stormed towards Barnes’ room. she banged the door.

“what, Tiara?” he yelled from the other side of the door.

“are you insane?" she busted opened the door "you digging in people food? that's what we doing now?”

“we got hungry.” he said as if it wasn't that big of a deal.

“ask before just taking.”

“there’s more than enough.” he waved her off.

“but that’s not the point. the food was for us and you didn’t even ask! if you did i would’ve happily let you have some but now it could be contaminated for all i know.” she ranted but he was nowhere near interested.

huffing she left the room, making sure to slam the door behind her.

going to the kitchen where they were all sat around the island digging to the boxes, eating.

"don't eat that, James and his girlfriend dug in there." she told them closing the boxes.

"so?" Renee reopened the box of chicken nuggets

"so, who know what they did to it?"

"who know if the teen who made it eve washed their hands." Bri tossed out grabbing a chicken tender from the other box

she rolled her eyes taking a seat at the island and grabbing a chicken sandwich.

after they made a decent dent in the food they trudged into the den. they flopped on the couch as she slugged over to the entertainment center. she pulled out the two polarizing games they played.

"UNO or Monopoly?" she asked holding them both up.

-

-

“NO! NO, YOU CAN’T STACK DRAW 2s ON TOP OF EACH OTHER. IF IT’S YOUR TURN TO DRAW IT’S YOUR TURN TO DRAW!” Renee yelled

“YES YOU CAN!” Bri yelled back, placing her blue draw two back on the pile.

“NO, READ THE BOX!” Renee rebutted, handing the card back to Ja'Briana

“DON’T NOBODY CARE ABOUT WHAT THEM NIGGAS SAY. WE STACK ‘ROUND THIS HOE.” she slammed the card back on the table

“NO!”

the game came to a halt and swiftly turned into a screaming match about house rules. T and Kayla sat back watching as everything unfolded in front of them.

the argument continued for another five minutes and it didn't seem as if it was deescalating anytime soon. they actually continued to escalate.

“what's going on? we're trying to sleep.” Bucky came into the den.

good that girl need some rest she thought to herself.

"HEY, YOU WERE AROUND WHEN THEY FIRST MADE UNO! CAN YOU STACK?" Renee pointed at Barnes.

“huh?” he seemed confused.

“he ain’t never seen a game of UNO a day of his life.” Kayla randomly tossed out.

“i don’t know what you guys are talking about; but Tiara, please keep it down.” he told her walking out and going back to his room before she could get a snarky comment in.

"alright, i guess it's time to move on to another game." Kayla gathered up the cards, putting them back in their box allowing them moved onto Monopoly.

Monopoly was just a polarizing if not more than the UNO game.

“pay up!” Kayla danced in her seat holding her hand out to Nene

“nah, bro. you cheating.” Renee shook her head.

“no, you landed on my space, now pay.me. my mon.ey” Kayla kept her hand out.

“no! no! i know y’all cheating! you can't buy shit on the first trip around the board and y’all making deals on the side!” she tried arguing.

“you can make deals!” Bri defended herself

“no you can’t! where y’all learn to play board games?” her voice began to increase.

“you such a sore loser.” Kayla's voice climbed up an octave.

and another screaming match ensued between the three. Tiara sat at the table playing a game dice by herself. two minutes passed and a door was slammed open.

“Tiariana!” Barnes stormed back to the den, heading straight to her.

“James! Barnes!” she shot back.

“the noise?” he pointed to their house guest.

“it’s 8:28, you slept all day you’ll be fine.” she waved him off, rolling the dice.

"seriously?" he stared at her as if she was insane.

she shrugged.

"ok." he said under his breath "ESCUSE ME!" he shouted quieting the group down.

"i know you guys are enjoying yourself, but may you please keep it down? me and my girlfriend are trying to sleep." he asked them

"yeah." "my bad." "sure." they all said sitting down.

"thank you and i really hope you all enjoy your night." he went back his room again.

"gosh, he so fine." Renee shook her.

"ew" Tiara screeched her face at that.

"you don't think he fine?" she asked sounding borderline offended.

"he ight, he just so dang annoying." T handed the dice to Kayla.

"shit, as long as he ain't a bigot or abusive." Kayla tossed out, rolling the dice.

"who knows, the dude fought in WWII. he was kicking before desegregation." she said collecting money from her.

"he give off racist vibes?" Bri asked grabbing the dice.

"i don't know, i just know he annoys the heck outta me."

"maybe he wanna taste of chocolate." Renee teased rubbing her leg.

"nah," she pushed her off "plus we grown; he should be able to tell me if he wanna clap some cheeks."

"if he asked, would you let him." Bri asked bitting back a smile.

"absolutely not." she reproved.

"why?" they question in chorus

"first, he has a girlfriend. second, he's annoying. third, because i don't see him like that." she explained.

"mmm, well i do. lemme know if he breakup with his lil girlfriend." Renee told her with a sneaky look.

she loves Renee, she really does; but she a bit of... a hussy--as her granny would say. if she had her eyes set on something she did everything in her power to get it and the same applied for men. she didn't care if they were in a committed relationship or not, if she wanted them she found a way to get them.

"hoe." Kayla said under her breath.

"what did you call me?" Renee tilted her head with eyes of fire.

"hoe. whore. slut. skank."

"trick." she tossed her monopoly money

"ok, before a fist fight breaks out lets put the games away and just get to the movies." T stood up grabbing the pieces of the game.

after putting away the game, she tossed the remote to Bri. it was her turn to choose the movie.

going to the kitchen she grabbed a bottle of champagne and some glasses. going back to the den How to Lose a Guy in 10 Days was playing on the TV.

she filled the glasses up and passed them out.

-

-

they were laid out around the den watching the movie, sipping on their glasses of champagne.

you're already falling in love with me. he whispered to himself from the balcony.

someone gasped from the entrance. Leah stood there with Barnes.

“this is my favorite movie.” Leah charged to an open space. “is it cool if i watch the movie with you guys?”

"no." Bucky said shaking his head.

“sure.” T nodded "there's champagne there and glasses in the kitchen."

"babe, you have to go. you have work tomorrow." he went over to collect her.

"i'll get up early to leave." she dismissed him, settled in her spot.

he scoffed sitting next to his boo, with folded arms. a small smirked grazed her face, amused at him displeasure.

he looked over making eye contact with her. he rolled his eyes flipping her off before turning back to the movie.

she scowled, staring at him for an extra few seconds. she felt a set of eyes on her. Bri looked at her with peaked eyebrows.

she felt guilty. of what exactly? she didn't know, but she felt it on her shoulders and chest.

snatching up her blanket she pulled it over her head, embarrassed. she laid the staring at the screen, not really paying attention to anything that was playing.

after a few minutes of just laying there her eyes grew heavy. she was fighting her sleep, floating in and out of consciousness until eventually she just passed out.

[pariskylar]

ONE

THUSRDAY: MAY 23, 2024

on the Quinjet back to the compound Tiariana kicked off her shoes and let her braids out the bun and into a ponytail. it was a long day. they were at battle for two hours at least and she just wanted to get back and go to sleep.

she took her sock off and immediately looked for her slippers she always kept on there. looking she saw them by the door.

she got up going over and sliding them on.

“every time i look up yo toes out.” Sam said from the seat from her's

“stop looking.” she shot back taking her seat.

“even if i don’t look, i can smell them.” he pinched his nose.

she grabbed her socks and tossed them in his direction.

“ewww.” he said in a nasally voice earning a smirk from her.

she truly loves Sam, he was like the big brother she always wanted. when she needed someone to talk to or just to hangout with he was the fourth person she’d call–right behind Ja'Briana, MaKayla and Renee.

Ja'Briana is her older cousin and one of the people she closest to. Tiara was the only girl and navigating growing into a woman was difficult and confusing so Bri took her under her wings and helped her come to herself.

MaKayla is their aunt. she a year older than Tiara and two younger than Bri. they grew up together. she always had her back.

Renee is her best friend. they met in pre-k. they had matching light up shoes and they had been besties ever since.

“you ok?” Joaquin came out the restroom in a different outfit, sitting next to her.

“i’m good. you?”

“bit banged up, but i’m ok.” he stretched out “what’re you doing tonight?”

she felt her heart rate increase, excited.

Joaquin was a very attractive guy and she had developed a bit of a crush on him.

they had joined around the same time and they were both new to the whole hero thing so they kinda leaned on each other for comfort and encouragement. they became work buddies and training partners. they slowly became friends, not besties but still friends. they had a bit of a flirty relationship that never lead anywhere.

“same ole, same ole. why?”

“curious.” he shrugged "you need to change it up, do something to relax."

“how bout you can give me a foot massage.” she leaned back in her seat, kicking her shoes off putting her feet on his lap.

“or i can give you a back massage, let that play out.” he grinned tickling her feet.

“stop!” she quickly took her feet off him, putting her Slippers back on.

"you 'on't like that?" he stood up

"Keem, move" she got up moving away from him.

"or what?" he grabbed her.

"KEEM! CHILL!" she squealed.

"gosh, you guys are alway loud." Cassie complained, letting her hair down.

"sorry." Joaquin apologized, taking them back to their seats.

the ride back was quiet. unbearably quiet. it was intense. the only sound was the occasional hum of the jet's engines.

after two hours, which felt like an eternity, the jet landed. they all filed off, and she accidentally bumped him.

“watch it.” he simply said

“watch it.” she mocked under her breath kicking the slippers off at the exit, walking to the complex bare foot.

was being barefooted unsanitary? maybe, but she was a bit country. being from Beaumont, TX, she couldn't help it. she was used to being outside shoeless and she couldn't seem to break the habit.

as her feet hit the cool floors of the compound, she sighed. her feet were so tired, it hurt to walk.

eager to get out the nasty clothes, she sped to her room. she peeled off the sweat-soaked spandex suit. rummaging around her drawers, she pulled out a pair of well-worn sweats and an old Nike sweatshirt.

dressed, she went to the kitchen where she saw Kate and Yelena stocking up on snacks before leaving.

"see ya, Speed." Kate bid a goodbye leaving with her friend.

"bye, KB; bye Yelena."

"byeee." she waved over her shoulder.

she grabbed a bottle of wine and a glass taking a seat at the island. once she got the bottle opened Sam and Keem came walking in. they were always the last to leave.

“bye, T.” Sam hugged her from the back.

“bye, Cap.” she smiled

“see ya, Speed.” Joaquin kissed her on top of her head.

“bye, Keem.”

and with them gone the compound was cleared out she went to her room and turned on the shower. while the water warmed up she went over to the sink and grabbed her toothbrush. she took care of her oral health and skin care before actually getting in the shower.

after that much needed shower she trudged to living room with her phone and Nintendo Switch flopping on the couch. she opened DoorDash and ordered some chinese takeout.

connecting her phone to the speakers around the compound and played her 'chill' playlist. she grabbed her switch loading up a game of Zelda.

she was stuck to the game for 15 minutes when she lost.

"com'n Link!" she yelled at the screen as she used her last heart.

she tossed the console to the side. her phone pang with a notification from DoorDash saying her takeout was here. she ran down the stairs and went to meet the dasher at the gate.

"um, hi?" he handed the bag over

"hey." she smiled handing over the ten dollar tip.

"thanks. have a nice meal Tiariana."

"you too." she ran off before she realized what she said.

you too? what the heck?

she was back at the den. she sat down and flipped around the streaming services before landing on Living Single. she began to eat and binge.

'we are living single. in a 90s kinda world i'm glad i got my girls.' she sang while blindly eating.

when the show started she heard people talking and giggling.

“and this is the family room- that’s not supposed to be occupied” Bucky said walking in with a lady. "Tiara what are you doing here?"

“Tiariana? ohmygosh! hi, i’m Leah” she grinned holding her hand out heading towards her

“um, hi” she got up and shook her hand "nice to meet you."

she nodded, looking back to Barnes “she’s so cool”

“yeah, um, Tiara can we talk in the kitchen” he left the room.

sighing she got up and following him.

“i thought you weren’t gonna be here.” he said as soon as she stepped foot in the kitchen.

“i live here.” she grabbed a bottle of water from the fridge.

“don’t you have an apartment?” he folded his arms.

"don't you?" she retorted, her eyebrow arched in challenge.

"if you must know, my place is under new management and the rent has spiked. so, i'm here for the foreseeable future," he explained, a hint of frustration in his voice.

"hm." she hummed, taking a long, deliberate sip of her water.

"look, is there any chance you could stay at your place for a while? just until i sort things out?" he asked, trying to sound casual but failing to hide the urgency in his tone.

her nonchalanceness was clearly grating on his nerves.

"don't have a place." she replied with a shrug.

"really? you’re like 25?" he said nearly sounding offend.

"I'm 30." she corrected him.

"that's... unfortunate." he said, earning an eye roll from her.

"your opinions are as outdated as you are" she shot back

"very funny," he replied dryly.

"why does it even matter to you? this compound is like a thousand acres" she pointed out.

"ugh," he scoffed in exasperation.

"oh, i'm sorry, is my presence here bothering you that much?" her voice dripping with sarcasm

"kinda, yeah" he admitted, not bothering to soften the blow.

"aw" she responded with a mock pout.

annoyed, he turned on his heel and walked away without another word.

"Leah?" he called out.

he collected her and head to his room.

she went back to the living room and settled back onto the couch continued watching TV. after two episode she found herself slowly drifting off until she KO'd.

[pariskylar]

COLLEAGUES

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x black!OC CW: enemies to friends to loves; forced proximity; slow burn; explicit language; smut; 18+ (minors DNI); THIS IS WRITTEN FOR AND CATERED TO BLACK WOMEN Main Characters: Tiariana Smith James "Bucky" Barnes Chapters: 1 | 2 | 2.5

[pariskylar]

writing a new fic. issa a Bucky fic called COLLEAGUES (first chapter(??)/ part will be up on Wednesday)

here're the aesthetics for the two main character.

Tiariana [Tee•Air•Ra•Anna]

Bucky

[pariskylar]

there are two Bucky fics i can't find and it's driving me insane, because i have the worst fucking memory.

the first one was inspired by the song "Put Your Records On" where Bucky had trouble sleeping and the reader was singing Put Your Records On (that is the most i can remember)

the second one was about Bucky (who's the reader's friends ex) and the reader didn't like each other, but they had a fwb type relationship.

[spookiekewchie]

imagine being loved by me...(1)

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

Characters: vampire!Bucky Barnes x siren!reader

Summary: a first meeting, and a new obsession.

SERIES MASTERLIST

Word Count: 800

Warnings: general language warning, stalking, possessive behavior/thoughts, implied murder.

A/N:  Part 1 of my entry for for @syntheticavenger's 8k challenge. Anyways, all mistakes are mine so pardon any errors or typos I'm sure I missed a few. The divider is by @firefly-graphics the moodboard is by me, but the image of bucky is a manip made by 0-ves-0 hence the watermark being left in.

DO NOT repost or translate my work anywhere. If you like it don't forget to reblog and share with others who might enjoy it as well.

He watches the movers carry in boxes and furniture, keeping his distance and lingers around in curiosity. You’re moving into the apartment across the hall from him now that the old man that’s lived there for several years has passed on. James hopes his new neighbor is less cranky, and won’t mind his antisocial nature. Well, he hopes that right up until he finally catches your scent, it’s addicting and nearly knocks him off his feet. But when he finally sees you, that’s the moment that he knows that he needs you. It’s that damn smile of yours, bright like the sun he hasn’t been able to set eyes on in ages. You light up any space that you occupy, and you’re so warm and bright that he can’t help but be drawn to you like gravity itself is pulling him in. James wants to possess that light, to touch it, and taste it.

He’s so caught up in his thoughts that he doesn’t register you speaking to him at first, it’s only when he notices the somewhat expectant look in your eyes that he realizes you’re waiting for him to say something. “I’m James, Bucky. Everyone calls me Bucky though.” He blurts, hand jutting out for you to shake. You take it, and your warmth makes him want to press you into the wall and see if all of you is so warm and welcoming.

“Well I’m not everyone, and I like the name James.” You tell him, hand lingering in his for a beat longer than it needs to. You offer him your name, and he repeats it slowly. The sound of it on his lips sends a pang of want shooting to your core, and you slip your hand from his then. “See you around, James. Hopefully soon.”

He watches you move away from him, his gaze drinking in the rest of you. He’s ready to praise whatever higher power there is for you choosing to wear the tank top and pair of shorts that you have on. All that buttery smooth, brown skin and he just wants to sink his fangs into you. Leave you covered in his marks, and have you overwhelming his every sense. The desire consumes his thoughts both waking and sleeping for days.

You’re his new obsession, he rises earlier in the evenings than he normally would just to meet you as you leave for work. Then he follows you, keeping to rooftops and shadows.

He tells himself that he’s just watching out for you, just in case you need him. You’re so beautiful, so soft...the need to make sure nothing happens to you is primal. He hasn’t claimed you in the physical sense yet, but to James you’re his, and he’ll rip apart anyone that thinks to even look at you wrong. He makes sure you get to the jazz club that you sing at every night safely, and then he lingers in the shadows at the back. He can never leave without hearing your song, something about it so sweet and so haunting. It worms its way into his head and heart refuses to let him go.

When your set is done he thinks to himself that he should leave, grab himself a blood bag from the nearby donation site. He should go, especially when he catches himself watching a patron’s jugular for a moment too long. He stands from his isolated table, ready to slip away to sate his hunger, but then he hears the dulcet tone of your laughter filling his ears. James whips around just in time to see you slipping out the back of the club with some muscle bound man that eyes you like nothing more than a piece of meat.

James grits his teeth hard enough that he can hear them creak under the pressure. He moves so fast that he’s a blur and no one notices beyond the gust of wind that blows in his wake.

He watches from the rooftop across from the dark alley that the man has pulled you into. Your laughter is gone now, and you’re struggling and telling him to stop. James’ eyes bleed red, and just as he’s about to swoop down tear the man’s head from his shoulders you let out an inhuman shriek and throw him deeper into the alley. He freezes, unsure of what he’s just seen. It’s nothing compared to how you turn and look up at the rooftop he’s on as if you can see him.

“You can come down, James. No one will miss him, and I know you’re hungry.”

That’s how it starts, that first scumbag in the alleyway marks the beginning of a bloody trail of vengeance and murder. It’s dreadful work, but for you he’ll do anything.

[crackheadgeminibby]

appearances pt. 1

pairing: 40s!bucky barnes x female!black!reader

warnings: language, angst, mentions of racism a bit?

word count: 2.2k

part 2

a/n: watched the first avenger and my brain almost immediately felt the need to write this down so enjoy, friends!

i do not consent to my work being copied in any way, shape or form or reposted on any other platform

not my gif

Being a Black nurse in the United States in the 1940s was far from easy. Your parents had always taught you to take care of and protect yourself. As you grew up, you learned that people weren’t as black and white, no pun intended, as they had made you believe. As a near 20-year-old now, you still used their advice, but you did so with a grain of salt.

You had always felt the need to help people, which was why you had decided to become a nurse. Sure, it was hard, but you were a strong, determined woman that believed that nothing could stand in the way of your dreams.

And it was by doing exactly that that you had met the love of your life.

James Bucky Barnes.

He was an extremely handsome man. One that came to the hospital far too often to get his friend Steve checked on.

Bucky was a huge flirt, which you didn’t mind, it’s not like you spent that much time together. But after a while, you noticed that Steve always seemed to stay at the hospital slightly longer than the previous time. He always said that he wanted to stay to make sure that everything was okay or that he had a headache and he preferred to stay where it could be monitored. But somehow, Bucky always stayed right next to him.

After about three months of coming to the hospital at least four times a week, Bucky had asked you out. At first, you had thought he was fucking with you. A handsome man like him asking out a regular woman like you? Even after you said no? It had to be a trap. Or so you thought until Bucky had left to use the bathroom one time and Steve had convinced you to say yes to him. He seemed so earnest while talking about how much his friend liked you and talked about you often that you couldn’t refuse. So, you had told him yes but only if you went somewhere private and at night.

It wasn’t because Steve and Bucky didn’t mind the color of your skin that everyone else in town shared that feeling. And you didn’t need this kind of thing coming back to your parents.

And so, you had started dating. Sure, it was in secret and only Steve knew but you didn’t mind. Bucky called you a hopeless romantic, but you liked to say that your romance was like that of Romeo and Juliet.

The sneaking around was fun. At least, at first it was. But now, a year after your relationship had started, it was getting increasingly energy-consuming.

Today was your anniversary with Bucky and it just so happened that you had the day off from work. You were supposed to meet him in the park where you had your first date at sunset but until then, you didn’t have any plans.

So, when your mother asked you to go grocery shopping for her, you hadn’t hesitated to say yes. Oh, how you regretted it now.

You were currently walking back from the grocery store, bags of food in hand when you had first heard it. Bucky’s laugh, coming from near you.

You frown as you focus on it to find him. Your breath hitches and you feel tears pooling in your eyes at the scene in front of you. Bucky is leaning against a wall in a hidden alley, flashing his smile at a girl in front of him, his hand on her cheek. Even with her back to you, you could recognize her.

Dolores. Or Dot as people usually called her. She was Bucky’s longtime pursuit. Everyone thought they would end up married with a whole litter of kids. Childhood sweeathearts and all that.

Bucky looks up, spotting you, and you see his smile falter for half a second before it’s back up like nothing happened.

You bite your lip, trying to keep your tears in, as you turn around and walk faster towards your house. Luckily for you, your family lived near a large park, full of thick, tall trees that were essentially soundproof. As soon as you step foot in the park, tears are flowing freely down your face and sobs are shaking your body.

You hated that you were crying because of this. But what you hated even more was your complete inability to do anything. If you had had any kind of reaction back in town, an uproar was sure to happen. You didn’t want or need that and neither did your parents.

You let out a breath when you arrive at your house and see that nobody’s home.

You put away the groceries hurriedly before taking a hot shower. As you exit the bathroom, you see that the sun has set, making your room pitch black. You also notice that your family has made it home, hearing your father, mother and sister talking downstairs. You close your curtains and turn on your bedside lamp, not wanting a light too bright illuminating your room. You put your pyjamas on as you hear a knock at your door.

“Come in.”

Your mom opens that door and walks in, leaning against your desk before asking, “Already in your pyjamas? Did you already eat?”

You shake your head, replying, “No… I’m just not very hungry so I think I’m going to read a bit then go to sleep.”

Your mom nods slowly before answering, “Okay, good night then, honey.”

You mumble a “good night” to her as you get under your covers. You reach for the book sitting on your bed night table. You didn’t even remember the last time you had time to sit down and read.

You barely read a sentence before you hear a small noise at your window. You roll your eyes, knowing exactly who it was.

You set your book down and walk to the window, opening the curtains and sliding the window open just a smidge.

“What do you want, Bucky?”

Bucky cringes at your use of his full name. In the past year, you had only ever called him Buck or Baby, sometimes James when you were joking, but never Bucky.

Bucky smiles slightly at you, “Can I come in?”

You sigh, opening the window completely and turning around to sit on your bed. Bucky climbs into your bedroom and sits down on the edge of your window.

“So, how was your day?”

You look at him, mouth agape. Was he being serious right now?

You cross your arms across your chest and reply sarcastically, “Gee, Bucky, my day was great, thanks for asking.”

He bites his bottom lip before coming to sit down next to you. “Nothing happened with Dot. We were just talking.”

You sigh and shake your head, getting up to pace around your room. “I don’t care, Bucky. That’s not the problem. I just…” You stop in front of your closet, looking down at your feet, “I can’t do it anymore, Bucky. I can’t handle it.”

Bucky walks towards you rapidly, “No, no… Don’t say that, doll. I won’t see Dot again, I promise. I won’t talk to any other girl, only you. Just don’t say that please.”

You shake your head, looking up at Bucky.

“It doesn’t matter if you see her again or not. Or who you talk to. It just can’t work.”

Bucky stutters, trying to find the right words to say, before looking into your eyes, unshed tears in his.

“Why are you doing this to us?”

You glance at the floor before looking back into his eyes, biting your bottom lip, “Because, Bucky, it just has to be like this.”

Bucky shakes his head, “No but I won’t talk to Dot again, it’s fine.”

“God, Bucky, it’s not about-”, you start, practically screaming before Bucky puts a hand over your mouth, frowning.

“Keep your voice down!”

You rip his hand away from your face before walking back to your bed.

“It’s not about Dot, Bucky. Or anyone else. It’s about me.”

Bucky looks at you confusedly.

“We’re not going to go anywhere, Bucky. It’s not like we’re going to get married and have kids or something. It’s stupid to keep doing this when we have no future together.” You finish, throwing your hands in the air.

Bucky’s face contorts with an expression of hurt and slight anger, “You don’t see a future with me?”, he whispers.

You look up at him and despite every single cell in your body screaming at you to say yes, you shake your head at him.

You see a single tear fall from his eye before he nods his head dejectedly. He wipes it away angrily before walking back to your window. He makes his way on your roof but before jumping down to the ground, he fishes something out of his pocket. He slams a small, black box on your windowsill and says, “Happy anniversary, by the way.”

He looks at you one last time before jumping down from your roof. You feel some tears falling down your face before you walk slowly to your window. You take the box, exhaling deeply as you open it, feeling the air being sucked out of your lungs.

A modest but beautiful engagement ring sits in the center of the box, surrounded by velvet. Tears are now freely flowing down your face as you take the box and lay down in bed, staring at it for God knows how long. After feeling like no tears are left in your body, you close the box, tucking it in your bed night table drawer, before falling asleep.

The next morning, you wake up, stiff, dehydrated and with a headache. As much as you would have liked to stay in bed and cry some more, you had a shift at the hospital this morning that you absolutely could not miss.

You wearily get up from your bed, following through with your morning routine before walking to the hospital. As you look at your assignment for the day, you hear a small throat clear behind you. You whip around, seeing Steve right behind you, looking exhausted. He waves at you, muttering a “hey”.

You take him to his usual room and make him sit on the bed before getting the clipboard from the counter.

“So, what’s wrong with you today, Steve?”

“Nothing. I came to talk to you about Bucky.”

You swallow thickly before putting the clipboard back down slowly. You lean on the counter and cross your arms before nodding at Steve to continue.

“He came back home last night, sobbing. I could barely even understand anything from what he was saying except your name. What happened last night?”

You look away from Steve uncomfortably before biting your lip and answering quietly, “I broke up with him.”

Steve frowns in confusion before asking, “But why? I thought everything was going super well. Did he mess up the proposal or something?”

You feel tears rise in your eyes at the mention of Bucky’s proposal. You shake your head slowly before replying, “He didn’t make it to the proposal.”

Steve looks at you, even more confused than before.

You sigh, saying, “I broke up with him because it’s what’s best for him. He doesn’t need to be held back by me. Do you know what people would say if they saw us together, Steve?”

Steve looks at you, surprised, “Since when do you care about what people have to say about you?”

You shake your head, “Us.” Steve tilts his head in confusion.

“People wouldn’t be talking about me. They would be talking about Bucky and me. I’m protecting him. He doesn’t need to go through that kind of shit. If anything, I’m doing him a favor.”

“Why can’t you let him decide what he needs?”

“It doesn’t matter, Steve. It’s done. Bucky probably doesn’t want to see me ever again.”

“That’s not true.”

You feel the air being knocked out of you as you turn around to see Bucky in the doorframe. He looks drained, his face void of color and his eyes bloodshot.

“I love you more than anything else in the world. How could you ever say that I don’t want to see you?”

“Bucky…”

Steve gets up from the bed, walking towards the door, “I’ll leave you two alone.”

As Steve is leaving, Bucky enters the room and closes the door behind him.

He stands in front of you, slightly out of reach, with his hands in his pocket.

You exhale deeply before starting, “Look, Bucky, I can’t do it. It didn’t really hit me until yesterday that we’re not going anywhere together, it can’t work.”

Bucky clenches his jaw tightly, “Stop saying that.”

“But it’s true, Bucky. Do you really think that anyone is going to support us?”

“Steve does.”

You roll your eyes slightly, “Steve is literally the definition of good. He couldn’t be mean to me if he tried.” Bucky chuckles softly, knowing that you were right. His face becomes serious again before he replies, “Who cares about anyone else? There’s you and me in this relationship. No one else. So, no one else matters.”

You shake your head, “Bucky, we can’t just live with no friends and no family. What kind of life would that be?”

“It doesn’t matter because I would be with you.”

You feel your heart squeeze at Bucky’s words, “Bucky, we can’t. It has to be this way.” You look up at the clock behind him.

“I have to go, my shift started 10 minutes ago.” You walk towards Bucky, stroking his cheek. He leans into your hand before you kiss him softly. His eyes flutter shut as his hands grab your waist.

You pull away from him gently before saying, almost inaudibly,

“Goodbye, Bucky.”

hi @saiyanprincessswanie i would love it if you could read this! part 2 is coming in about a week though!🤗

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The Arrangement

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Original WOC Female Character

Warnings: Some language (like 1 I think, lol), very little mention of sex

Summary: The United States has three distinct factions, The North, The South, and The West. War has broken out once again, and the only way to stop it, is for the King of The North and the impending Queen of The South to come together.

Word count: 2848

A/N: This is my first attempt at Royalty and steampunk, lol. So, for a little background, the year is 2019 and most of our technology is available (cellphones/google...). The dress attire/state of the country is 1800s. This is square B4 - Royalty for my Bucky Barnes Bingo card.

     You roll your eyes as you stand at the end of your bed, hands clasped around the bed post as your mother tightens your corset rather violently. Your attitude has been horrendous since your mother had first enlightened you to this deal that was struck, but today, you are unmanageable. You swore, you screamed, you cried… this isn’t what you wanted for yourself. You had even tried to run, but of course, the servants tipped off your mother and sister, who dragged you back into the mansion, up into your room, and have been giving you quite the tongue lashing ever since.

       “I swear, I don’t know what gets into you!” Your mother mumbles as she pulls harshly on the strings of your lace corset.

       “She doesn’t deserve it mother, I’ve tried to tell you.” Your sister spouts from her spot on the bed.

       “Hush!”

       You smirk at the younger brat you call sister as your body jerks from your mother’s heavy handed motions behind you, “You will be Queen one day, do you get that?”

       “Of course I do!” You nearly scream, “I’ve been trained my whole life mother-”

       “Don’t you take that tone with me!”

     “Why do I have to do this?” You whine.

     Your mother takes a breath, “This is your lot in life, baby. Being Queen doesn’t mean just sitting around and eating grapes.This job has responsibility.”

     You whirl around to face her, your eyes puffy and red, your cheeks stained with the emotion that leaks from your eyes, “And this is my responsibility? Being auctioned off like some cow!”

    “Avinnia-”

    “No! I can rule on my own! You did, before you met daddy, I can do that same!”

    “It isn’t about that! We have to end this war and this is the only way that I can see that happening!”

    “By marrying the King of The North? Against my will, at that!”

    “Yes!” Your mother hisses, “We’ve been working very hard and for a very long time to reach an agreement. You have to understand Avinnia, this is bigger than you. This marriage, your reign as King and Queen could bring the United States back together, once and for all.” She shakes her head slightly, reaching out to cup your face, “The two of you could be the most prolific leaders of this country.”

    You lower your head as her words fall over you, “I can be prolific on my own.”

    Your mother smiles a toothless smile. She loves you dearly, your strength and defiance the most, “You are prolific, darling. Just because your marrying, doesn’t mean you’re losing who you are.”

    You are Avinnia Monroe. First born daughter of Queen Angela Abrams-Monroe. You are reining princess, and soon to be Queen of The South. The United States had been fractured for years, long before you were born. Hard lines were drawn in the sand; neither side could come to an agreement. So, they agreed to disagree. Democracy fell soon after, and war, death, famine, rippled through the country for years. The States then split into three separate entities - The North, The South, and The West. Each faction elected their own leaders, their own parliaments, wrote their own laws. After years of negotiations, the three factions finally came to an agreement to cease fire, to live amicably, but there has been unrest in The West, and they rose some four years ago, and war fell upon the country again. They only way to stop it is for The North and The South to join forces. The only way for that to happen? An arranged marriage between the King of The North, and the impending Queen of The South.

    “You know,” Your mother's voice is softer now, “He isn’t that thrilled about marrying you, either.” You huff, rolling your eyes as you exhale deeply, “He was just as against it as you were when his father, god rest his soul, proposed the idea.”

    “Well he should be thrilled.” You spit, “He’s marrying a graceful woman of manners. What do I get in return? A rude, foul mouthed New Yorker.” You grimace at the words.

    Your mother laughs lightly. She wishes there was another way, she really does. Your spirit is one to be reckoned with, and she doesn’t want it stifled. “I know you don’t want this, baby.”

    You close your eyes, taking another deep breath, “But, this is bigger than me.”

    “Just think,” Your mother whispers, “You could end up being happy.”

    You let out an exhausted breath, “I don’t know him. How could I possibly end up happy?”

    She drops her eyes, your words pulling at her heart strings, “If you end this war, force the Wilsons' out of power in The West, you’ll rule this whole land, my girl.” Her voice is soft, “You’ll be a better Queen than I ever was.”

    You bring your big brown eyes up to meet hers, “I still don’t want to do it.” You whisper, “I want my own life. My own legacy.”

    “Then let me marry him.” Your sister chirps again, “I won’t turn down a chance to be Queen of the entire United States.”

    “Shut up Serena!” You growl, whipping back to face her.

    “You’re being a brat.”

    “Why don’t you talk to me when you’re being sold off to a man you don’t even know. Oh wait, you’ll never know how that feels, second born. People don’t even know your name.”

    “Girls! Stop it.”

    Serena stands, fixing her light pink Victorian dress, before she steps toward you. You stare at each other, neither one giving way as you raise an eyebrow when a knock comes at the door. Natasha peeks in first, with Wanda and Shuri in tow. Your face lights up as Serena scoffs in disgust, pushing past your three very best friends.

    “We could hear you screaming from the street, your highness!” Shuri laughs, throwing a curtsy your way.

    “Shuri!” You hold out your arms, wrapping them around her as she falls into you, “You came all the way from Wakanda just to see me?”

    “Of course! I can’t let my pen pal go through this trying time alone! I mean, the horror that I felt when you told me you’d be marrying a king!” She quips as she pretends to be shocked and horrified.

    “Oh, don’t you start.” You smile while tutting at her.

    ���Girls, please help my daughter get dressed. The King of The North will be here within the hour.” Your mother leans in and pecks your cheek before making her leave.

    “Still upset?” Natasha asks as her pale yellow dressed drags along the floor behind her, her perfect red curls framing her face.

    “Wouldn’t you be?”

    She smiles softly, “It’s not so bad. We’ll be with you every step of the way. Plus, it’s not like you have to marry him today.” She laughs a little, poking you in your ribs, “It’s just a first meeting is all.”

    “Plus,” Wanda says, pushing her phone in your face, “King Barnes is a dream. Look at him!”

    You take the phone from her, your eyes drifting along the screen over the handsome King James Buchanan “Bucky” Barnes. You quirk your lip, sending your eyebrows toward the ceiling before handing the mobile phone back to your friend, “It’s not about looks, Wanda.”

    “Honestly though, it should be, because damn.” She quips.

    The four of you lose time as they push you into your red satin, lace trimmed ball gown. Wanda works on pinning up your naturally curly, course, black hair as Shuri and Natasha powder your face, applying lipstick and eyeliner. Shuri pats at the tops of your breasts and cleavage with the small white brush, adding a little powder.

    You swat at her hands, giggling all the while, “Will you stop it?”

    She shrugs, “If you’re going to put them on display, you should make them pretty.”

    A knock comes at the door, alerting the four of you. William, one of the many hands on the property, clears his throat before speaking through the door, “Your highness, your presence has been requested down on the veranda.”

    Your heart flutters in your chest, butterflies fluttering through your veins. You let out a breath as you place your hand on your stomach, “He’s here?”

    “Indeed, your highness.”

    “Shit.”

    Your friends begin showering you with compliments, poking and prodding at you and your dress as you move toward the door. William opens the door and you move out into the long hallway, your heels clicking against the marble floors. Shuri, Natasha, and Wanda escort you down the long winding staircase, Shuri pushing the material of your dress out as it falls against the steps behind you. You stop at the french doors that lead toward the lavish veranda. You blink quickly and furiously as you try to remember to breathe in through your nose, and out through your mouth.

    “You don’t have to marry him today, remember that.” Natasha reminds you.

    “Yeah,” you scoff, “Just three months from now. Big difference, right?”

    “Just… be nice.”

    You shoot her a look before pushing through the doors and heading out into the naturally warm Atlanta afternoon. Your mother and father turn to face you, a bright, proud smile covering your mother's face. A third person turns to face you a few seconds later. Your breath hitches in your throat and you falter in your steps just slightly. Google does him absolutely no justice. His jaw is square and tight, dark stubble covering his lower face and chin. His hair is long and loose, slightly wavy, and reaches just to the top of his shoulders. His blue eyes pierce yours underneath the sunlight, almost staring right through you. He’s dressed in his military uniform, the gold buttons of his jacket glinting in the sun, medals hanging from the pockets. Wanda was right - look at him.

    When you finally reach the threesome, you curtsy slightly to greet him, “King James.”

    “Princess.” He greets in response, bowing his head slightly, “Call me Bucky, please.”

    He’s a stern man, you can tell by his slightly frosty demeanor. This arrangement should be lovely. And what kind of name is Bucky anyway? Only a New Yorker, you swear. You listen in as negotiations and talks of the war soon commence, piping in whenever you could, not only to voice your position but to show King Bucky that you have no intention on just sitting idly by. You are by right a Queen, and you will be involved, whether he finds it appropriate or not.

    “We should let you two get to know each other, hmm?” Your mother hums, “We’ll call you both for dinner? Avinnia, why don’t you show him the grounds.”

    You sigh inwardly but hold out your dainty hand, allowing your reluctant suitor to grasp it. The two of you move silently off of the veranda, pushing out onto the grass as you make your way through the lavish estate. The King keeps his hands clasped behind his back, glancing around the garden. You stop suddenly, turning toward him, catching him slightly off guard. He stops, pursing his lips and squinting his eyes as he waits for you to say something.

    “I don’t want to marry you.” You state firmly, “I think it’s barbaric. And, I hate New York.”

    He smiles slowly. You can see the wheels spinning in his head, “Well, I don’t want to marry you either, but we have responsibilities.” He starts walking again, his white gloved hands still placed behind his back, “Georgia is disgustingly hot.”

    “I’ll take the heat over those nasty winters any day, King James.”

    “Bucky.” He answers firmly.

    You roll your eyes again, but move with him, joining his side, “I’m tired of hearing about responsibilities. There has to be another way we can make The West surrender without either one of us having to deal with each other for life.”

    “You don’t think we’ve been working on a solution? Neither The North nor The South has enough army to take The West one on one. The only way to force our will, is to unite. Unfortunately, marriage is the only option to not cause a rebellion on either side. We’ll have executive power.”

    You huff again, turning your head away from him. He’s right, you know it, your mother knows it, as much as you want to discount it. You don’t catch him glancing over at you, looking you up and down as the two of you walk slowly. You don’t catch the small smile that paints his face, nor do you realize how intriguing he finds you. He likes your wit and attitude, and all of the mouth that comes with you. You’re winning him over minute by minute. “I know this isn’t ideal,” He says gently after a moment or two, pulling at the glove that covers his left hand, “But we can make this work. We just need to be… open to it.”

    You turn your attention to him after he speaks and gasp lightly as he reaches out toward the sturdy, old Magnolia tree. His metal fingers bounce the rich sunlight off of them as he plucks a small, pink flower from the branches, keeping his eyes on it, “What happened?” You ask in a whisper, your voice airy.

    He glances down at his hand, then over at you, “War injury. Almost five years ago now.”

    “Just your hand?”

    He shakes his head, “The whole arm.”

    Your mouth falls open as you can’t take your eyes off of his metal appendage. You reach out unexpectedly, drawing his arm toward you. He watches you as you turn his hand over in yours, your eyes grazing over the impressive craftsmanship of this… thing. Most people, most women, become afraid of him once they see it; don’t want him to touch them without him having to assure and reassure that he won’t hurt them. But not you. He likes that. You hold up his hand and flatten yours against it, palm to palm as a small, wondrous smile spreads on your face.

    “Can you feel that?” Your voice is still in a whisper. Still airy.

    “Of course.”

    You are enamored with this discovery. It adds a little intrigue to the King, something you didn’t think was possible. He isn’t so boring after all. “You’re a soldier.”

    “I was before my father passed. I was a Sergeant.”

    “Sergeant Barnes.” You repeat softly. You like the ring of that- Sergeant Barnes.

    You let your fingers curl slightly around his metal digits, taking in the feeling of them against your skin. The metal is slightly cool to touch and, dare you say, soft. Smooth, rather. Just for a moment, you let yourself flash an intimate scene before your eyes.Those metallic fingers grazing over your nipples and breasts. In between your thighs; caressing your forbidden slick folds as he whispers his sweet nothings in your ear from behind. Oh.

    “So,” You start carefully, “You can tell if a plum is ripe with this, you're saying.”

    His lips turn upward slightly, quirking into a soft smile, “Indeed I can. I rank among the best in New York when it comes to picking a ripe plum.”

    He has a slight sense of humor. You like that. “Plums are my favorite.” You add, keeping your eyes steadily on his.

    “Mine too.”

    A soft breeze whips around the two of you in that moment, tossing strands of your curly hair into your face. He likes that too. Your hair. He eyes dip down your face and to your chest, skimming along your exposed brown skin as the sun kisses you. You drop your hand and he drops his, but offers you the small, pink flower from the Magnolia. You take it and bring it to your nose, smelling it before lifting your eyes toward his again. You smile slowly. It’s a sly smile, almost mischievous. You’re not quite sure what happened within the last few seconds, but King James- no, King Bucky, isn’t so bad.

    “We can make this work.” He states simply again, his interest in you completely piqued. The air between you has taken a obvious turn from uptight and reluctant, giving him the slightest sliver of hope.

    He stares at you with sincerity rolling through his eyes. You let your eyes linger on him for a few seconds before dropping them to the flower still in your hands, “Possibly.”

    He smiles, but this time it’s a brilliant one. One that puts his perfect white teeth on display. One that reaches his blue eyes, making them sparkle underneath the sunlight. He chuckles and you are oddly proud of yourself. You like making him laugh turns out. He holds out his flesh hand toward you and waits patiently as you contemplate taking it. After a moment, you cross behind him, joining him on his left and take his metal fingers in yours.

    He drops his head, smiling to himself as the two of you begin your leisurely stroll again, “Possibly.” He repeats.