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[crystalfoxyy]

Little Bookworm 18+

Bucky Barnes x Reader

Word Count: 2.3k

Content Warnings: unprotected sex (p-in-v), rough sex, dirty talk, size kink, dubcon kink (as long as Bucky can keep a straight face), tummy bulge, language, a good ole coochie slap (once), cum play, a little fluff, some aftercare

Your boyfriend can’t think of anything more adorable than watching you read. One night while you’re in the shower he picks up the book you left on the nightstand: “Haunting Adeline by H.D. Carlton” and thumbs through it, very quickly realizing just what kind of books his sweet little bookworm is really into.

Inspired by my IRL husband’s reaction to my smutty reads.

Note: I don’t own any characters or works referenced in this oneshot and shout out to H.D. Carlton for creating Zade Meadows and giving us the house of mirrors chapter that’s been living rent free in both me and @lilacka’s head for over a year.

Bucky absolutely loved to watch you read.

The subtle way your expressions changed as your eyes would glide across the pages made his heart swell with admiration.

He found himself entranced with your concentration, your eyebrows knitting together in thought, your lips quirking up into a smile and even the soft laughter that would sometimes escape you as you delved deep into the world you held in your hands.

He was always more than happy to accompany you to the bookstore, leaning against the shelves and observing you as you thumbed through new titles, stacking your choices in his strong arms before darting down the next aisle to browse further.

He looked forward to the evenings where he could lay his head comfortably in your lap, his arm draped across your thighs as you worked your fingers lazily through his hair while you read quietly above him.

Tonight he lay in bed with his hands folded behind his head, listening to the gentle sound of the shower from the bathroom as you bathed when his gaze fell on your most recent read on the nightstand. The cover was dark with a skull and roses, something about a ‘Haunting’ and an absurd amount of sticky notes jutted out from the pages. His curiosity overtook him and he sat up, picking it up and turning it over in his hands. He thumbed through it carefully before letting it fall open to one of the tagged pages, his eyes scanning the text and widening slightly at the content.

He flipped to another tab, quickly reading through the passage, his breath quickening as he took in the words.

“If I catch you, I fuck you.”

Jesus Christ.

The bathroom door creaked open and he slowly lifted his gaze up to you.

Your damp body wrapped in a towel with your wet hair against your neck and shoulders did absolutely nothing to combat the heat that was already rising within him at what he’d just read.

Your eyes connect for a beat before you glance down to notice the book in his hand, opened to one of your tagged pages.

It was hard to discern if the flush across your cheeks was remnant of the heat of the shower or from the slight embarrassment of feeling caught by your boyfriend discovering the absolute filth you’d been reading.

He raises a brow at you, lifting the book and tapping on the open passage.

“If I catch you, I fuck you?” He asks, tilting his head curiously. “Really?”

You huff and roll your eyes, stepping forward and reaching to snatch the book from his hands but he’s quicker, snapping it shut and holding it just out of your reach.

“No, no. We’re gonna talk about this, doll.” He says, his lips curling into a smirk. “This is what you’ve been reading?”

You shift from foot to foot.

“Sometimes.” You reply with a weak shrug.

He turns the book over in his hands again and idly runs his palm back and forth against all the flags poking out from between the pages. “And do you.. like this stuff?” He asks, not looking up. “Does it turn you on?”

You swallow hard and nod despite the fact he’s not looking at you.

“Sometimes.” You repeat quietly.

“Huh.”

He purses his lips and nods thoughtfully, standing up and tossing the book onto the bed. “I guess you oughta run then.”

Your eyebrows shoot up to your hair line.

Did he just?

Is he going to?

“W-what?” You stutter out, taking a small step back as he closes in on you.

He tsks and reaches out, brushing your wet hair back off your shoulder with two fingers. “You heard me, baby.”

You open your mouth to reply but the words are lost the moment he seizes the edge of your towel in his large hand.

Your eyes connect for a brief moment before he yanks the towel free of your body and discards it on the ground, leaving you exposed, confused and incredibly aroused.

His hand settles on your breast, his thumb brushing over your nipple and sending a rush of desire straight to your core. He dips his head to nuzzle his forehead against your temple, his tongue flicking against your earlobe.

“You should probably run now.” He warns in a whisper, taking a step back to give you space for a head start.

You stare wide eyed in disbelief, your head barely able to wrap around what was happening.

“Five.” He says in a threatening tone, bringing his hand down to palm his growing erection under his sweatpants.

You’re frozen to the spot.

There’s no fucking way he’s about to do this.

“Four.”

Okay, maybe he is.

You take off at a run, reaching the bedroom door and flinging it open with him hot on your tail.

Your bare feet pound against the hardwood floor and you rush down the hall towards the staircase, making it only two steps down before his strong arm catches you around the waist and picks you up effortlessly.

You wiggle against his hold, kicking your feet and thrashing.

“You’re not very fast, you know.” He teases, tightening his grip on you, his cock straining against his sweatpants and pressing into your backside.

He carries you back into the bedroom, his arm locked around you in a vice grip and tosses you onto the bed as if you were weightless. He tugs his sweatpants down and kicks them off, his cock bobbing with every step as he stalks towards you.

He braces his palms on the bed, preparing to climb up and pin you but you scramble backwards off the bed and take off again. He pauses, his brows furrowing in confusion. “Wait, what-?” he straightens up and turns, watching as you sprint across the room and he frowns, realizing you weren’t going to let him catch you that easily.

“Damnit.” He grumbles, launching himself up over the bed.

He chases you with heavy footsteps towards the bathroom and you rush to shut the door but his hand catches it and forces it open, leaving you completely cornered with nowhere else to turn. “Shit.” You breathe out, looking around for a possible way out. He laughs, a cute and genuine laugh that is just so Bucky, completely betraying the role he was attempting to play.

You cross your arms over your bare breasts and frown. “I’m sorry.” He says, shaking his head. “I- just.. why did you run into the bathroom?” He asks, gesturing around the small room with amusement. “I don’t know!” You huff, your lips pressing into a pout. “I wasn’t thinking.”

“No, you definitely weren’t.” He agrees, swinging his foot back to kick the door shut behind him. “Guess you’re trapped, huh?”

You nod, letting your arms fall away from your breasts. “I guess I am.” You breathe out, your body thrumming with a mix of excitement and desire as your eyes trail down his toned body to land on his fully erect cock. He’s on you in an instant, grabbing your wrist and tossing you to the ground.

You fall hard on your hands and knees onto the plush bath mat, barely able to steady yourself on all fours before he’s on your back, arm hooked around your waist and sinking his cock into your wet, throbbing cunt. You arch back into him, fingers digging into the bath mat and a choked gasp catches in your throat as he pulls you flush to his pelvis, burying himself to the hilt. He snakes his free hand up your abdomen towards your chest, a trail of goosebumps following in his wake, dipping his forehead down to rest against the back of your shoulder. He palms your breast roughly, rolling your peaked nipple between his thumb and forefinger.

“Bucky..” You whisper, your head falling back.

His forearm tightens around your waist and he releases your nipple with a gentle tug, sliding his hand up to curl around your throat. You moan and wiggle your hips, desperate for him to move, but he holds you still, lifting you up with him as he leans back on his heels.

“I’ll never get tired of this.” He whispers, unhooking his arm from your waist and resting his large hand over the slight bulge in your abdomen. “That’s my cock.” He murmurs, squeezing your throat gently before grasping your jaw and tilting your chin down to look at how he’s stretching you. You whimper and he moves your hand to press down on the bulge of his cock in your belly. “And this is my pussy.” He growls, delivering a slap to your aching clit before he draws his hips back and begins to thrust himself up into you at a steady pace.

A string of soft curses falls from your lips and your head drops back against the crook of his neck, your hand leaving your abdomen and reaching backwards to fist in his hair. “I didn’t realize you were such a freak, baby.” He whispers, his hand tightening around your throat. “I shoulda thumbed through one of your little books sooner.”

His free hand kneads at the flesh of your thigh and he groans, his balls slapping against your ass as he fucks up into you. “I- I-“ You stutter, unable to think straight as your head grows dizzy with pleasure. “Oh no, am I fuckin’ my baby stupid?” He asks with a grin, bringing two fingers to tease at your bottom lip. You open on instinct and he slips them into your mouth, letting out a shaky breath as you suck and swirl your tongue around the digits.

“Fuck.” He hisses, pressing his slick fingers to your clit. You gasp, your fingers curling around his wrist as he strokes your sensitive bud, pulling you closer towards your impending orgasm.

“You gonna come, little bird?” He whispers, trying to reference your book and quickening his fingers against your clit. “It’s ‘little mouse’.” You correct, your lips quirking up into a smirk at his admirable attempt. “Whatever.” He hisses, pinching your clit between his fingers and sending a jolt of white-hot pleasure through your body. You choke out a strangled cry as you come, your legs trembling and back arching against him as your cunt clenches around his cock.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” He grunts, shoving you forward to the floor and falling to his knees. You scramble forward, his cock slipping from your dripping hole as you try to steady yourself in the dizzying wake of your orgasm.

“Oh no, no you don’t.” He growls, grabbing your ankle and dragging you back towards him. You lose your balance and fall flat, your breasts smashed against the cold tile as he presses his weight down on you, running his cock back and forth along your folds before thrusting back into you. “T-too much!” You whine, squirming underneath him.

“Tell me to stop.” He grunts, knowing damn well you never would. He hooks his forearm under your waist again and angles your hips upward, taking you deeper than you even thought possible.

Choked sobs of euphoria escape your throat as your cheek rests against the floor, dragging back and forth across the tile from the force at which he’s fucking into you. Your limp body shakes uncontrollably as your pussy spasms and waves of ecstacy crash over you faster than you can count them. Your orgasms explode through you like a string of firecrackers as you curse and mumble incoherently.

He pulls out abruptly, grabbing your hips and flipping you onto your back, moving to straddle your chest while he frantically fucks his fist. He comes with a shout, gasping as he paints your face with ropes of hot, sticky cum. “Fuck.” He pants, looking down at you in admiration as he brushes his thumb along your cheek, gathering up his seed.

He pinches your flushed, sticky cheeks together with his free hand. “Open.” He says softly, slipping his thumb into your mouth when you do. You suckle his thumb, greedily cleaning it with a swirl of your tongue, looking up at him through half lidded eyes. He sighs contentedly before moving off you and rising to stand, reaching into the shower to turn on the water.

“And I had just showered.” You mumble as you take the hand he offers you and pull yourself up on wobbly knees. “Don’t you dare bitch about the water bill when it comes.” You tease.

He chuckles softly and pulls you into him, holding you against his chest with one strong arm while the other reaches out to test the temperature of the water. “I won’t.” He says, stepping in first and gently helping you in after him. He wraps his arms lovingly around you and rests his chin atop your head as the warm water cascades over you both.

“Let’s clean you up, doll. It’s late and we have plans in the morning.” He says quietly, his eyes slipping closed as his hand runs idly up and down your back. You lean back and look up at him with your brows furrowed in confusion. “We don’t have plans tomorrow.”

His eyes flutter open and he grins. “The hell we don’t.” He replies, reaching for the shampoo bottle and squeezing the contents into the palm of his hand. You open your mouth to protest when he doesn’t answer your question but he simply twirls a finger, gesturing for you to turn around.

You sigh, turning your back to him and he begins to lather the shampoo in your hair, gently massaging your scalp with his fingers. “So what’re these plans?” You ask quietly after a long moment of silently enjoying his hands tenderly working through your locks. He leans forward, his broad, wet chest pressing against your back and brings his mouth to hover beside your ear.

His breath sends a shiver down your spine as he lets out a low, breathy laugh and whispers, “I’m taking you to buy more books.”

[crystalfoxyy]

The Line

Summary: You claim that you like being scared, Bucky obliges.

Warnings: spooky, steamy but no smut

1400 words

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You are sitting on the couch, facing the TV when Bucky steps into the common room. You jump and turn to look at him, a hand on your heart and your eyes wild.

"Jesus, you scared the crap out of me!" You chuckle breathlessly, and he can hear your heart pounding from across the room.

He glances at the screen in front of you, where a man is getting chased by a shadow in the woods, ominous music blaring through the speakers.

"You're the one watching scary movies in the middle of the night," Bucky tilts his head, "again. No wonder you can't sleep."

It's the fourth time this month that he caught you in this situation. Always late at night, alone, watching some gory movie, with your heart pounding and your breathing loud. It's on the second night that he noticed how much he liked the sight.

"I like being spooked," you shrug, smiling at him over the back of the couch, "it's just a movie, I'm not in actual danger."

Bucky chuckles at that, wondering if he could make you feel that way. It's a twisted thought, but it makes his body buzz with anticipation.

Two days later, Bucky watches you disappear behind the tree line, and he slides the hood of his black sweatshirt over his head. Following close behind, he moves like a cat around the trees, biding his time. He has been trained for this, he knows how to not be noticed. But he wants you scared, he wants to make your heart race, to make you feel the same way as those movies do. So he steps on a twig.

Your head snaps in his direction, but he's well hidden, and he watches you scan your surrounding. After a second or two, you keep moving, probably thinking it was an animal. So he gets closer to you, and ruffles some leaves from a bush. You stop again, this time stepping closer. He stays hidden, and he can feel his stomach twisting from the adrenaline.

The Winter Soldier had to do this a lot. Stalk an unsuspecting person, not making his presence known until the final moment, when he would be ready to strike. But the Winter Soldier never felt a thing.

Now, he can hear his heart beat speed up, much like yours is surely doing too. Your eyes grow worried as you keep checking over your shoulder, and each time you do, the pit in his stomach grows as he dives behind a tree to hide.

You keep walking though, further and further away from the safe compound, and he can't help but chuckle at your lack of survival skills. You're an easy prey. You unknowingly give him many opportunities to pounce, but he takes his time. He doesn't want you to be worried, he wants the adrenaline to rush through your veins, and he wants you to be afraid for your life. Another snapped twig, heavy footsteps here and there and he can almost see your chest heave as the panic rises.

Bucky eventually decides to step it up. He lets you take a bit more distance, before standing right in the middle of the path you just took, his hood pulled low over his face, hands buried in his pockets. This time, he doesn't have to make a noise for you to look back in his direction.

Your eyes grow wide as you spot the threatening silhouette behind you, and a smirk grows on his lips. Why does he like it so much? You are his friend, and he is enjoying the look of panic on your face. He can guess how tight your muscles are, as you stand still for a second, paralyzed by fear.

Then you take off running in the opposite direction. He is still smiling as he chases after you, quickly catching up. You check behind you and as you see him get closer, you let out a yelp that goes straight into his pants. His brow furrows for a second, but he doesn't stop running. That's a new sensation, and he is willing to go with it. It seems that he likes to scare you just as much as you like to be scared.

He knows that right now, you are actually scared. This is not the same thing as watching a serial killer through a screen, from the comfort of a soft couch. You are actually running for your life, chased by a stranger through the woods. But as soon as Bucky lets you know that it's only him - although still a serial killer technically, you will be fine. Maybe you will be mad at him for a few moments, but you are not in actual danger.

He can hear your breathing getting louder above the sound of your feet on the forest floor, so he stops and hides behind a tree again. After a few seconds, you check above your shoulder and stops to a halt when you can't see anyone behind you anymore. He watches you spin on yourself, trying to spot anything through the thick foliage, as your chest rises with each ragged breath, your eyes wild and some hair stuck to your face with sweat.

Stepping through the bushes and around the trees, like he is part of the forest itself, Bucky makes his way around you without a single noise. When you spin around again, he is suddenly standing right here, mere inches from your face, his own still hidden by his hood. You let out a blood-curdling scream, but Bucky quickly presses his vibranium hand on your mouth, pushing you against the trunk of the closest tree.

His body molds into yours, and he can feel your heart threatening to rip through your ribcage, just as much as he can feel his hard length pushing against your thigh. Your hands hit his shoulders, trying to push him away unsuccessfully. Your eyes fall on the metal pressed against your lips and now you look angry, although your body relaxes in his arms. He grins and frees your mouth.

"Bucky?!" You pant, landing another hit on his left shoulder.

"Hi," he chuckles, pulling the hood of his sweatshirt off his hair.

"What is wrong with you?!" You yell, writhing against his hands, but his hold gets tighter, keeping you trapped between his hard body and the tree. "I thought I was about to die!"

"I'm sorry," that's a lie, "you said you liked being scared. I thought I'd check if you really meant it," he shrugs, a shit-eating grin still stuck to his face.

"Fuck," you breathe out, letting your head hit the rough bark, as your chest keeps heaving to help you calm down. You shift against him, and a spark flashes in your eyes, the hint of a smirk gracing your lips. "Seems like you liked scaring me."

His smile drops and the air suddenly feels heavier around Bucky, as he lets his eyes roam your exposed neck, glistening with sweat, down to your breasts pressing against his chest with each breath. He can actually see your heart still pounding. His own rush of adrenaline is still running through his veins, and he should definitely step away from you, before stepping over the line.

But your hands are now fisting his black hoodie on his shoulders, keeping him in place against you as you try to ground yourself and get a hold of your breathing. That is when the smell hits him. Among the salty notes of your sweat and your flowery shampoo, he finds something sweeter, even more you. You don't simply like being scared, it turns you on.

"What are you going to do now that you've caught me?" You bite your bottom lip and his eyes found yours, a lot darker that they were a second ago.

She's your friend, she's your friend, she's your friend... The voice keeps chanting in his head, but it gets quieter and quieter. It's silenced completely when you grind your hips against his. Fuck the line, jump over it.

Bucky glances at your lips and it's your only warning before he kisses you.

[crystalfoxyy]

The Blood Pact: Chapter 15 - I love you

Bucky Barnes Vampire AU x Female Reader

Reeling from a bad break-up, you're desperately trying to find a new place to live but the Brooklyn rental market is a complete nightmare. You take a chance on an intriguing newspaper ad and enquire about a room in a shared house, where you'd be living with two mysterious men. The catch is that they want something other than your money for you to pay the rent...the one thing they don't have

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Chapter 16

Arghhh here we go! Warnings here for violence/severe injury/bleeding/physical fighting/death. We have one more chapter to go after this. Hope you enjoy (if that's the right word??) As always, reblogs and comments are always appreciated!

Of course you didn’t make it very far to the door before Rumlow tackled you, pushing you to the ground with such force that it winded you. You wheezed and gasped as he trapped you underneath his weight, chuckling to himself.

“C’mon angel, you know better than most that you can’t outrun us”.

The adrenaline hit you and you began to wriggle beneath him, your fists managing to land a few blows as you kicked and struggled. You knew you didn’t stand much of a chance, but you weren’t going to make it easy for him – you weren’t going down without a fight.

He continued to laugh hollowly but you could see from his face that it bothered him, particularly when your nails made contact with his cheek and you scratched a decent line into him. He growled and clutched your wrists, pinning them above your head.

“Don’t get me wrong sugar, I like them to have a bit of fight in ‘em. Gets me going when they squirm and try their luck. But you’re going to stop that unless you want to hurt yourself”.

You glared at him defiantly, hatred seeping through every pore. You were terrified but mainly you were angry, furious at him for daring to touch you, for hiding in your private space and defiling where you felt safest. You watched him silently, and just when he thought you were docile you hocked a wad of spit into his face. You smiled with satisfaction as he wiped his eye, his disgust evident as his mouth curled in anger.

He struck you between the eyes with his fist and you winced as the pain radiated through your skull. You managed to stifle a whimper, not wanting him to give him the upper hand, continuing your stoic glare as your forehead pulsed.

“See? You don’t play nice, I don’t play nice” he snarled.

“What do you want?” you demanded, trying to ignore the sweat pooling at the back of your neck. “Why are you in here? Get off me. You’ve had your fun. You need to leave”.

“You’re not being a very good hostess” he laughed, looking down at you mockingly. “I’m here as a guest, and I haven’t been fed. Surely you know what comes next?”

Your stomach dropped, but your mask remained intact. He must’ve hidden in here after everyone left and Steve and Bucky went to sleep.

“I thought you didn’t eat humans” you managed to croak out.

He shrugged. “Not always. Trying to be ‘civilised’ like your boyfriend, and his boyfriend. But I’m afraid prepacked bags just don’t hit the spot anymore, y’know? Even familiars when it's straight from the artery - they’re just too damn eager.  It’s like eating the blandest meal every day, and I’m hungry for something else. Something I’ve chased. Something I’ve caught. There’s nothing quite like a real meal, an authentic meal, princess. Nothing tastes quite like fear does”.

You watched him, desperately pondering your next move. Your fear was manageable if you concentrated on problem solving instead. If you could just get to the shades and open them, get the sun in here…Was there anything in your room you could use as a stake? A leg from your desk or chair maybe? But he wouldn’t let you up long enough to try that. Could you even get a leg off? Would you even have the physical strength to drive it through his chest? You weren’t Buffy. Could you trick him somehow? If you could just wake up Steve and Bucky…but how? They slept like the dead. They were dead. You’d never managed to wake them during the day…But if you could maybe just…

“Besides…” he continued, his breathing heavy. “I have been thinking about this pretty face since I saw you in the park”.

His icy finger ran from your chin up your cheek, tickling over your nose. You winced at his touch, rolling your head away from him. You felt your limbs begin to tremble with fear, doing your best to steady them.

“Looks like Barnes has certainly been enjoying his cute little blood bag” he said menacingly, his clumsy hand brushing over the small puncture wounds on your neck.

You twisted yourself into the floor trying to move away from his fingers. It felt wrong for him to touch such an intimate area, to dare intrude on your private intimacy with Bucky. Revulsion rolled in your stomach.

“We’re friends after all, I’m sure he wouldn’t mind sharing…”

You cried out in disgust as he leaned over you, his tongue sloppily licking at your neck as you flinched and attempted to push him off. He hummed with satisfaction.

“Oh yeah…I’m gonna enjoy this” he muttered as he bared his fangs.

“Wait!” you cried out. “Like you just said - Bucky is your friend…Steve is your friend. You really think they’re going to be okay with you hurting me like this?

It wasn’t much, but maybe you could try talk him out of it. 

He shrugged. “Eh. Friend is a strong word. More like acquaintances really…”

He smiled down at you again, now baring his fangs and you knew your time was running out.

“H-how are you going to get out?” you sputtered. “The sun is up. You can’t leave. They’ll catch you in here when they wake…they’ll know what you did. They won’t like it”.

That seemed to give him pause. He considered your words for a moment, the tiniest hint of concern crossing his expression.

“If you stop…I’ll let you stay in here. You can sleep” you babbled. “Then I’ll let you out when the sun’s down. If they catch you leaving I’ll just tell them you got lost on your way out last night and fell asleep in here. Nobody has to know. We’ll just put this behind us…”

Bucky definitely wouldn’t believe that version of events. He’d instantly know something was up. Steve would probably catch on too. But Rumlow didn’t need to know that…

He mulled over your bargain. You could now see from his reluctant face that the thought of inciting Bucky’s (and Steve’s) wrath irked him somewhat. Here you were giving him an out, it wasn’t too late. Clearly he was tempted by your proposition.

Just when you thought he might be listening, his contemplative expression morphed into a predatory smirk and his fangs appeared once more. Your heart sank and your eyes widened with fear.

“I think I’m just going to try my luck” he growled. “I’m much faster and stronger after a decent breakfast, so I’ll take my chances”.

You yelped and shrieked as you tried your hardest to get away, but it was fruitless. You did everything you could to try and kick out, writhing and attempting to free your hands, uttering curses at him and calling him all manner of awful names, screaming out for Bucky, for Steve - anything to stop him or at least slow him down, but all to no avail. Your cries echoed throughout the otherwise silent house.

As he lined up his mouth with your neck you stared up desperately at the cord to the window shades just a few feet away. If you could just grab it, pull them open and reveal the sun – you’d be okay…

The sting of the bite was worse than you expected. You had done it hundreds of times with Bucky and Steve, but this was different. Pain took over you entirely as you let out a cry of despair, it felt like your neck was on fire as you felt the skin break and the initial blood leak from you. There was none of their tenderness or care, none of their compassion. This felt more like you were a farm animal lined up at the slaughterhouse.

Rumlow lapped at you greedily, uttering squelching noises of contentment which made you sick to your stomach. Your were rigid with fear and tension, every hair on your body standing on end as your squeezed your eyes shut and tried to imagine yourself somewhere else. Anywhere else.

“That’s enough” you feebly whispered after a few minutes, your weak hand reaching up to try and bat him away. “You’ve had enough. You don’t need any more”.

He stopped fleetingly and looked down at you, your stolen blood framing his mouth grotesquely and elevating his smile to become something even more sinister.

“Oh angel, I’m not stopping” he laughed cruelly as he wiped his lip. “Your boy toy might make do with a few ounces but that’s not enough for me…”

He looked into your eyes, seemingly enjoying the fear staring back at him.

“I’m gonna drain you, princess” he said menacingly as he moved back to the open wound. “Empty this blood bag. Every. Last. Drop”.

The surge of terror was mercifully quick at least, as the fog finally hit you seconds later and he fed once more. It was nothing like Bucky’s, of course. Nothing like Steve’s either. But it was welcomed, a calming anaesthetic which left you numb and absorbed the pain and the fear. Your body slackened as you became dizzy, you felt like you were dreaming – your limbs suddenly too hefty to move. But you weren’t scared. You weren’t anything.

At least it would be over soon.

It was hard to think clearly now. Difficult to make much out. You wondered if you should be doing something, fighting maybe? Even through your haze you knew this was wrong. Bad. You should be panicking, struggling. But you couldn't muster the strength to do anything but lay there. You could feel your life force melting away as you became weaker, and weaker…

Your eyes fluttered close and there was one coherent thought amongst the cloud.

Bucky.

Oh, Bucky. You were so sorry. So sorry that you weren’t strong enough. But you can’t win every fight, can you? He knew that better than anyone. He’d spent most of his life fighting. There’s always the victor and the loser. Eventually we all lose. You hoped that he would know you fought, that you tried. It wasn’t enough but you fought as best you could. You went down swinging, you didn’t go quietly. You didn’t blame him for any of this, you hoped he knew that too. The time you’d spent with him had been the happiest of your life. You loved him. you loved him. How sorry you were that you’d never told him, how foolish that was. You should have told him the minute you knew. You’d wasted so much time with the silly fights and squabbles. You’d do it all differently if you had your time again. You loved him. You loved him.

You didn’t realise that you’d started to repeat his name over and over, a quiet prayer filling the room and helping to drown out the unholy noises from elsewhere. Bucky. Bucky. Bucky.

Time to go now, time at last for peace. It would be quiet at least. Bucky.

Bucky, Bucky.

Goodnight, my darling.

The noise as you slipped away was deafening. You could never have imagined how loud it would be. Why was it loud? Wasn’t it meant to be peaceful when you went? Not the sound of screaming. Not the sound of splintering wood and heavy feet racing across floorboards.

The pressure suddenly left your neck and your eyes fluttered open. It was a swirl of colours and shapes around you, a blur, a mass of shadows. You tried to focus but it was hard to see. Your hand moved to your neck and you felt the wetness of blood on your fingers. It was all so loud. Had you gone? Was this it?

No. You were still on the floor of your bedroom. You reached out and felt the solidness of the boards under your body to be sure. Just what was that noise?

You turned towards the source of the chaos. It was over by your bed, two figures. Was it two? They seemed to be…rolling. Fighting. They were yelling. One was roaring, his fists pummelling mercilessly into the other.

Then as if the lens on a camera suddenly focused, you could see it all. You were back in the room. It was Bucky atop of Rumlow, he looked animalistic, his face contorted in rage. He was striking Rumlow over and over, the sounds of his fist connecting with muscle and bone made a sickening thwack. You see the blood splashing onto the floor beneath.

Bucky?

How did he get here? Was this a dream? Or a final hallucination as you laid unconscious?

Bucky stopped and glanced over at you as Rumlow groaned and stirred beneath him. His eyes were full of fear as he took you in, the sheer panic on his face telling you everything you needed to know about how you must look.

But there would be time for Bucky. You needed to eliminate the problem first. The haze had suddenly lifted and everything was crystal clear. You knew what needed to be done.

With your last ounce of strength you shakily moved up onto your knees, Bucky was crying out and telling you to be still. You ignored him, shuffling weakly over to the window. You felt like your legs each weighed a ton, your muscles screaming in pain as you dared to move your body. But you pushed through, hobbling on your hands and knees as a surge of adrenaline gave you a final boost. You pressed yourself against the wall to support your weight and then wrapped your hand around the shade cord. You looked over at Bucky, then your eyes darted to the en-suite door and back to him once more. He swallowed with apprehension but nodded, and before your knew it he had soared past – disappearing into the bathroom and slamming the door shut. Rumlow was left behind, nothing but whimpering mess trying to crawl away.

"Goodbye, you piece of shit" you snarled over at him. 

The second you knew Bucky was safe you allowed your shaking legs to give out and your body slumped against the wall. The motion meant the cord came with you and the shades shot up to their hilt, allowing the room to fill with brilliant sunlight. You had never been so happy to see the sun, and you’d never take it for granted again.

Rumlow never saw it coming. The sun enveloped him and the screaming started. TV taught you that killing vampires meant they would instantly turn into a neat pile of dust, but Rumlow immolated. Flames swept over him and he screeched in agony as he burned and burned. It was far more brutal than you could have ever imagined. You couldn’t look away, frozen in horror as you watched him writhe and convulse. The smell was overpowering with a sickening sweet tang which was vomit inducing. You gagged and choked, your free hand covering your mouth. His face melted away, losing any recognition of anything vaguely human.

Thankfully it stopped shortly afterwards, the flames gently subsided and you were left with nothing but a pile of his scorched bones in the middle of your bedroom – a charred, black ring stained the floor and perfectly circled his remains.

You could faintly hear Bucky shouting to you from behind the bathroom door but your mind was too fuzzy to fully make it out. You’d done it, you’d won. You smiled to yourself, taking a second to revel in your victory. Then the surge adrenaline of vanished as fatigue flooded you once again. The pain radiated deeply, it felt like your body was switching itself off piece by piece. All you wanted to do was sleep. Just for a little while. Your hand let go of the cord you had been clinging onto for dear life as you finally slumped to the ground. The shades fluttered as they slammed down, taking the day with them.

You leaned your head against the wall as you heard the bathroom door rip open and furious footsteps zipped over to you. Cold hands cupped your face as your eyes slipped close and everything went quiet. He was trying to say something to you but you couldn’t hear him, the darkness was coming thick and fast and you couldn’t stop it. He shook you to try keep you awake and you limply reached up, curling a weak finger around the hand which framed your cheek.

“I love you, Bucky” you managed to whisper.

And then finally…sleep.

Peace.

At least you’d got to tell him.

[crystalfoxyy]

The Blood Pact

Bucky Barnes Vampire AU x Female Reader

Reeling from a bad break-up, you're desperately trying to find a new place to live but the Brooklyn rental market is a complete nightmare. You take a chance on an intriguing newspaper ad and enquire about a room in a shared house, where you'd be living with two mysterious men. The catch is that they want something other than your money for you to pay the rent...the one thing they don't have

(This is reposted from my Wattpad/ao3 accounts).

Hello! This is a vampire AU set in present day in Brooklyn. Just a heads up that vampire Bucky is kinda an asshole in this one, not always as nice to reader as he should be - so prepare for some angst! He does soften up, though. Maybe a little enemies to lovers sprinkled in there, my fave.

Peter Quill is also reader's terrible ex, so he's not his usual charming self! Apologies if he's your fave. But Steve is very sweet and offsets the meanness somewhat, thankfully.

Warnings: Smut and sexual references, violence, detailed descriptions of vampires biting/drinking blood, swearing, insecurity and low self esteem for reader, hints at an emotionally abusive past relationship, references to past cheating, alcohol use, some bad treatment of reader by Bucky, injury/near death, potentially dubcon as it could be argued the vampire/human dynamic is on shaky ground in that sense - but reader is an enthusiastic participant. These warnings are not exhaustive so please proceed at your own risk.

In my head this Bucky is Civil War era Bucky - beefy with longer hair, but of course you are free to picture your favourite Bucky incarnation - that's the beauty of fic! Reader is fem, generally undescribed but has hair long enough to be in her face.

And yeah it’s purely self indulgent sexy vampire shit. Apologies.

* Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Chapter 15

Chapter 16

[crystalfoxyy]

Glitter and Goo - Masterlist

Summary: When you have to go on a mission to a different planet together, Bucky is hit by a mating ritual flower, and some feelings you two have been hiding come up. AKA: It’s a sex pollen fic with a side of breeding kink. Pairing: Bucky x F!Reader Warnings: Tension. Romantic tension. Fluff. Dirty talking. Sex promises. Passionate sex. Breeding kink. Praising kink. Size difference. Cock warming. Fluff. Aftercare. Comfort.

Chapter 1 on Patreon (18th of January 2024 on Tumblr/AO3) Chapter 2 on Patreon (25th of January 2024 on Tumblr/AO3) Chapter 3 on Patreon (1st of February 2024 on Tumblr/AO3) Chapter 4 on Patreon (8th of February 2024 on Tumblr/AO3)

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"Glitter and Goo" was first posted on my Patreon on April 2023. To read it now, subscribe to my page, it's just $2 a month and I post 6x a week.

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[crystalfoxyy]

Predator in the desert

Chapter 1

Pairing : Bucky X reader (Post apocalyptic AU)

Warnings : R18, Kidnapping, Fallout new Vegas vibes, Violence, imminent danger

Word count : 1332

Bucky Masterlist

Scavenging the wasteland was generally frowned upon but not enforced by any laws. Not like there was anyone left to enforce them. But, many people deemed it unsafe and often not worth leaving the limited safety of one’s small shanty town to venture out into the desert wasteland.

You’ve been very lucky thus far, as you’ve broken this rule several times in the hopes of finding useful scraps to trade for enough food to fill your belly for the night. It usually pays off, if only a little. But a little is more than nothing, and it beats starving in the night.

Most of the things to be found were abandoned vehicles and the occasional junk pile that can be taken apart for scrap. Some hauls are better than others, and then there are some days where you don’t find anything. This was one of those days, as nothing popped up on the horizon while you wandered the dusty landscape. You’d hate to waste this trip on nothing, but you couldn’t go much further under this blazing sun.

At some point, you’d just have to call it quits and turn back toward town. You kicked the dust in frustration from the knowledge that you didn’t have a single scrap of food waiting for you back home and not a dime to buy some. You had a bit of water left in your bag that would have to last you the trek back, but you hadn’t the energy to turn around just yet.

You chose instead to hunker down in the shade of a large rock to sip from the near-empty canteen before making the journey back. The feeling of the last drop hitting your tongue was almost as heartbreaking as the lingering metallic taste it left in your mouth.

There wasn’t any time to dwell on it now; instead, you packed your bottle away and got back up.

At the time, it seemed no different than the same old shit life had dealt you every day, but you’d look back on this as a low moment. From here, there would be lower moments, but this one in particular would be the beginning of the end.

You didn’t see him following you from that high ledge; you didn’t see him climb his way down, stalking you along the rocks, but you did hear something. The light crunch of dirt under boots that weren’t yours rang right through your ears, making you stop in your tracks.

The footsteps stopped too as you stood idle, waiting out the dribble of sweat that ran along your back before whipping your head around to see…nothing.

A bit of weeds and dust blew through the barren tundra, but there was no living soul amongst it. Maybe you were hearing things, or maybe you were just an easier target than you’d thought.

Something was following you that day, something that easily evaded your line of sight just in time to take you out. When you turn back towards your path, your head is immediately knocked in the other direction with a burst of pain at the back of your cranium.

Your lights go out with a grunt before your now-loose limbs collide with the hard, dusty ground. You hit it like a heavy bag of rocks, leaving you aching and yet numb.

He watched you for a second, noticing the shallow breaths you still took and wondering whether he dealt too heavy of a blow.

Small rocks were crunched under his heavy boots as he got closer to kneel down by your side. He slipped two of his bare fingers along your neck before applying pressure near your jugular to feel the soft pulse of your heart still healthily beating.

The light bounced off of his dark goggles, only to be dulled by the rough plastic from the rest of his face mask. He stared back out towards the vast wasteland, watching as the sun still hung high above the dry landscape and burned down on the both of you. When he turned his attention back to you, he slipped his arms under your body to better carry you away.

Strings of light filter through your shaking eyelids every now and again as the world around you swayed back and forth. Few images can come through as you fight the black fog threatening to take over your consciousness. There was this tough gray-brown mass moving in and out of your limited field of vision, back and forth in time with the crunching of the rocky sand.

The blood starts to rush to your already-aching head, making it more and more difficult to force your eyes open. You can’t fight it anymore, and your sight is finally stolen from you. The light will only return when your position shifts and you're laid out on some oddly comforting yet lumpy bedding.

Your mind is cloudy, but you could still feel something wide and warm handling the back of your hair as the spout of a cool bottle is pressed to your lips. The second that the wonderful water hits your tongue, your body is moving upright to follow it and gulp it all up.

When the bottle is pulled away, the air in the room is no longer thin, allowing you to take a deep breath and open your eyes to your new surroundings.

Grayed wood and rusted metal made up a pretty rough but well-put-together room. Your eyes circled the area until they landed on the only moving mass within it. Him.

He was still holding the glass bottle when he came into view. His skin was tanned, save for the slashes of scar tissue that ran along his skin in thin white lines.

His dark hair was thick with sweat as it hung at just his shoulders, and his face still had a slight smear of black camo paint, making his face only half visible in your still blurry vision. You had to blink a few times to get the full picture, only to be left a bit speechless by the full image before you.

His muscles were tight and well defined, like they could snap forward and stop a punch within a split second, and they were on full display even through his dirty tank top. Yet, the sight that you linger on the most was his sharp gaze as it stabbed right through your skin. His eyes were a cutting and inescapable blue that made the blood freeze in your veins and the hair on your arms stand on end.

You’d never seen anyone like this in your life. No one could ever dream to look so healthy, let alone so strong. No, the only people left in the wastelands had hollow eyes that sank deep into their skulls, signifying their early demise. The set staring you down had far too much life inside of them, burning like a blue flame.

The only thing that stole your eyes away from his was the gleam of light that bounced off of the interlocking metal muscles that made up his left arm and hand. If you had the strength to do so, you would have kicked yourself for not noticing it immediately. There were few people left in this world with advanced implements such as that, and even fewer that still carried their emblems of war.

Your body felt numb as you stared into the dulled red star at the arm’s shoulder.

They were old stories told to you by the family you used to have; you never truly believed them, as you’d never seen such a symbol not once in your life...not until now.

All the stories that spoke of the red star ended in genocide and destruction. But, you were still alive.

You adjusted your gaze back to his still-stern face, unable to read much from him as his expression lacked obvious emotion. He’d kept you in one piece this far, but what would happen next?

[crystalfoxyy]

Needs & Wants Series Masterlist

Bucky Barnes x Reader, Sex Pollen

Parts containing smut are in red.

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3 (smut)

Part 4 (smut)

Part 5 (smut)

Part 6 (smut)

Part 7

Part 8

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[crystalfoxyy]

Needs & Wants - Sex Pollen Trope Pt. 1

Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: When you're both exposed to an unknown chemical in the field, things go from bad to worse.

Warnings: prelude to obvious smut, talk of masturbation, talk of unprotected sex, profanity

Word Count: 2.8k

Author's Note: Just messing around on here and seeing where I end up. I want to write an absolutely filthy part 2 but if this doesn't get anywhere I may scrap it lmao.

            Every. Damn. Time. Something goes sideways every damn time. You want to blame Fury for making the two of you partners to begin with. What the hell did he see between the two of you that made him think missions would ever end in anything other than the two of you butting heads? You sigh deeply and rub your temples with the pads of your left thumb and middle finger, squeezing your eyes shut as you will yourself not to kick Bucky clear across the lab. You know what Fury saw between the two of you, and as much as you hate to admit it, when you’re in absolute life-or-death situations, you and Bucky work together better than any other partner you’ve ever had in the field. Even Nat.

            Dropping your hand from your face and opening your eyes, your gaze lands on Bucky. He stands at one of the lab benchtops in the center of the room, his eyes narrowing as he examines an array of monitor screens before him. You can make out an organized table of data along with a few charts on the monitor to his left, but that’s not what draws your attention. The second monitor, the one right in front of him, displays a few words that have you on edge.

            Confirmed nitric oxide stimulant capabilities. New formula contains increased quantity of aqueous extract of dried tuberous roots of C. borivilianum.

            Shit. This can’t be what you think it is, but with your medical background and your old medical microbiology classes from before joining SHIELD and the Avengers, you know that there’s a very slim chance that you’re misinterpreting what you’re reading. You step forward now, gently pushing Bucky’s arm to move him away from the monitors so you can get a better look at the data. He begins snapping pictures and immediately sending them back to the team. You can feel his eyes on you as you study the graphs and tables. He’s not used to you being this quiet, he knows something’s up.

            “What are we looking at?” He finally speaks up, his gaze drawn to the colorful graph displayed on one of the monitors.

            “I don’t know.” You lie straight through your teeth, reaching for the keyboard that controls the monitors. You press the right-facing arrow key and the page that said something about nitric oxide disappears, quickly replaced being replaced by a row of video clips, each one titled with a trial number and date. It looks like HYDRA was running trials in this experiment for months.

            “Bullshit. Why won’t you tell me what it is?” Bucky asks. His tone is sharp, impatient. He isn’t used to being the one who doesn’t know what’s going on, and it’s bothering him. He gnaws on the inside of his cheek and waits in silence for you to say something, to say anything. You hover the cursor over the first video clip, dated three months ago from today, Trial #1. Everything in you is screaming not to watch it, not to click on it and confirm your suspicions, but you’re here for a reason. You have an easy job here today: break into the HYDRA facility, collect samples and any data that goes along with what they’ve been working on for the past few months, and then destroy the facility on your way out. Sam and Torres planned it out so perfectly, making sure it would be vacant for the next 13 hours so you and Bucky could slip in and get the job done under the radar. They planned it for two months, doing recon and coming up with contingency plan after contingency plan. You need to confirm your suspicions and get as much evidence as possible before blowing the place to bits.

            You glance over your shoulder at Bucky, and his blue eyes meet yours with a hint of concern. He hates when you’re quiet like this, he hates those rare moments in the field when he can’t read your mind. What the hell are you thinking? What aren’t you telling him? He knows you well enough to know that you’re nervous about whatever you’re seeing here.

            You click the video link and a slightly grainy image of a padded square room fills the screen. The floor and walls are gray and there isn’t any furniture in the room, only what looks to be a set of shackles on the back wall. A shiver runs down your spine and you pull your phone out, typing up a message to Bruce Banner while you wait for something to happen on screen.

You: A chemical compound that stimulates NO and uses aqueous extract of C. borivilianum…is it going to be what I think it is?

            As your message sends, Bucky reaches around you, his chest brushing against your back, and he uses the mouse to fast forward the video until people are appearing on screen. You watch as presumably a HYDRA agent shoves a woman into the room, obviously an unwilling participant in the experiment. She doesn’t fight much as she’s placed in the shackles on the wall, but it’s obvious that she’s weak and likely drugged. The HYDRA agent briefly steps out of view of the camera, before returning with a second captive, a man this time. He’s large, muscular, and has a dark look in his eye. You feel Bucky stiffen up behind you, realizing at the same time as you that this man is a super soldier. You phone vibrates in your hand and you steal a look at the response from Banner.

Banner: Yes.

            Fuck. The next two minutes of the video are pure horror, even though nothing particularly horrific happens before you slam your hand down on the spacebar, pausing the clip abruptly. You both watched on as a cloudy vapor was pumped into the room through vents, and then watched on as the super soldier became more and more restless, sweaty, and crazed. As soon as the female captive begin whimpering and pulling against her shackles, with her eyes trained on the super soldier a few feet to her left, you couldn’t let the video play any longer.

            “Tell me what it is.” Bucky says evenly from behind you. You swallow hard and reach into one of the pockets of your tactical pants, pulling out a device similar to a USB and plugging it into the computer before you. As all of the data and video clips begin to transmit through the device, back to Sam and Torres, you turn around and face your partner.

            “HYDRA hasn’t been able to recreate the super soldier serum. They haven’t made any progress at all since Zemo killed Dr. Nagel.” You say slowly, carefully choosing your tone and words. You don’t want to say too much and leave Bucky as terrified as you are right now, but you also know you can’t keep this from him. Not when you need him to understand how fucking careful you’re both going to have to be from now until the end of this mission.

            “I know that. What are we here for, y/n?” His tone is growing more and more impatient, his jaw ticking as he stares down at you. God, he can’t ever just shut up and listen. You put your hand on his chest, shoving him a few steps back and walking across the lab, to the glass refrigerator in the far corner. It’s full of vials of a clear liquid, each sealed at the top and marked with a label full of scientific terms.

            “They got desperate, and turned to even more barbaric methods of creating super soldiers. They started experimenting with chemical compounds that induce a primal need in those exposed.” You explain carefully. You pause now, turning to look back at Bucky once more. You see realization spread across his face and he quickly comes to understand what you’re saying. It’s a fucking sex pollen.

            Static crackles in your in-ear briefly before Sam’s voice reaches you both.

            “Banner and Stark just finished reviewing some of the data you shared. This is not something that either of you want to be exposed to.” Sam advises, and you can hear Torres in the background typing away on a keyboard.

            “Yeah, no shit.” You mutter, retrieving a pair of nitrile gloves from a box on the benchtop nearby and setting up the small lockbox that you brought for samples. You open it to reveal a padded interior, with enough room for three vials. The rest will have to be destroyed.

            “Just grab the samples, rig the place to blow, and get the hell out of there. I don’t want you in there any longer than you have to be.” Sam’s orders spur Bucky into action, and he starts setting up explosives around the corners of the lab while you get ready to retrieve the samples from the fridge. If only you’d known that HYDRA was one step ahead.

            It happened so fast that you didn’t even have time to try to protect yourself. The moment that you pulled open the small door to the fridge full of samples, Bucky that same cloudy vapor you saw in the video clip begins to rush in from every air vent in the lab.

            “Shit.” You mumble, reaching into the fridge and grabbing three vials. You quickly place them into the lockbox and seal it, knowing that you’ll definitely need samples to test now that you’ve both been exposed.

            “Sam, we’ve got a problem.” Bucky is as calm as ever, though his voice comes out slightly annoyed. Of course he’d sound annoyed in this moment. He’s been exposed to a sex pollen alongside the partner that he can only get along with when they’re staring death right in the face. He heaves a weighty sigh before stalking over to you and snatching the lockbox from the benchtop. He quickly slides his backpack off, shoving it inside, and then heading for the exit, without checking to see if you’re on his heels or not. You strip off your gloves and bound after him. The gravity of the situation hasn’t hit either of you yet, but oh, it will soon enough.

--

            Bucky weaves his motorcycle in and out of traffic almost recklessly, with your arms clutched around his abdomen. It’s only been fifteen minutes since you were both exposed but you swear that you’re starting to feel the effects. Your cheeks are hot and flushed under your helmet, your hands are shaking as adrenaline courses through your veins, and your heart is racing. If you hadn’t been on the back of a motorcycle with Bucky so many times in the past, you would’ve chalked your symptoms up to this experience, but it’s definitely not that.

            “Loosen up, are you trying to do the Heimlich on me or something?” Bucky spits out, his voice playing in your helmet. You do as he says, loosening your hold and taking a deep breath in. You don’t say anything in response, which furthers the tension between you both. It’s been fifteen minutes of stressful silence and Bucky’s losing his damn mind. He wants you to give him shit like you usually would when a mission goes sideways. He wants you to lash out, tell him to stop driving like an ass, he wants you to say anything so he knows you’re okay. He can’t fucking stand the silence.

            He guides the bike down the long dirt road to the safe house you stayed in last night, and you hop off before he’s even put the kickstand down. He watches as you rush up the steps of the small cobblestone house, yanking off your helmet in one swift movement before you key the code into the door and force it open. You’re feeling the effects of the chemical pulsing through your veins, you’re feeling it and you’re trying to keep it from him.

--

            “It’s a very complex compound. A nitric oxide stimulant, utilizing both natural and man-made components. It’s basically a super soldier version of Viagra and ecstasy all in one.” Bruce says, addressing both you and Bucky through the video call. Concern and stress are etched into his soft features as he stands in the lab of the Avengers compound, his arms crossed and glasses sliding down the bridge of his nose. “You’re going to have to look out for the negative effects, which from the video clips of their experiments, are extremely strong. Take the side effects of ecstasy and multiply their intensity by a hundred.”

            “So, sweating, hypertension and tachycardia, jaw pain…” Your voice trails off as you list off the side effects of ecstasy that you know from your previous pharmacology classes. Bruce nods slowly.

            “Basically, you’ll feel like you’re having a heart attack, unless you’re able to relieve yourselves.” He summarizes.

            “What do you mean relieve yourselves?” Bucky questions. He’s seated on the couch next to you, his brow is furrowed and a sheen of sweat is becoming apparent along the side of his neck. You try not to look at him for too long, already feeling yourself longing for touch and physical contact of any kind.

            “If you’re able to achieve a postcoital state, you should have temporary relief of your symptoms. You might have to achieve that state more than once, until the chemical is out of your system.” You can almost hear the wheels turning in Bucky’s head as he works out what postcoital means. You have to reach an orgasm to feel any relief, but bless Banner for trying to put it in a more professional way.

            “Have you tested the half-life of the chemical yet?” You ponder, wanting to know exactly how long you’ll both be suffering through this. You wipe a bead of sweat from your brow with the back of your hand.

            “Yeah, it seems like it can last anywhere from eight to ten hours in a non-super soldier, but it was designed specifically to work in conjunction with the serum, so it lasts eight to twelve hours in a super soldier.” Bruce’s words are starting to jumble together in your head, adding to the slightly throbbing headache that’s forming behind your eyes. You squeeze them shut and rub your temples just like you did in the lab earlier, zoning out as Tony and Bruce both start discussing the pharmacokinetics behind the compound currently wrecking your body.

            “What are our options here?” Bucky asks quietly, directing his question to you alone. You turn to look at him and see his cheeks flushed like yours now, his pupils dilated a minute amount, and his hands clasped together over his knees. There’s no hiding that it’s affecting you both now.

            “I don’t know. The only thing I can think to do is lock ourselves in different rooms and try to ride it out.” You say, rubbing your aching thighs through your tactical pants with the palms of your hands. Your bones are starting to hurt in a deep, consuming way, and all you want to do is give yourself a few doses of propofol to knock yourself out for the next eight hours. It’s going to be hell trying to get through this without having sex, especially if pain is setting in only an hour after the initial exposure.

            “Okay, so we do that. We each lock ourselves in a bedroom and fight it.” Bucky sounds sure and resolved, like he has total faith that your only plan available will work out fine. All it took to bring out his optimistic side was being doused with a sex pollen and stuck in a safe house.

            “I want to monitor both of your vitals through the night.” Bruce calls out, gaining our attention again.

            “No.” Bucky and you both speak firmly at the same time, quick to reject the idea. You don’t need a medical record showing how aroused you end up being tonight, you don’t need Bruce or any of the SHIELD lab staff watching your heart rate increase as you touch yourself, watching your blood pressure spike as you near your climax alone. Bucky is thinking the same thing, shit, his heart rate is probably already through the roof as it is, just from sitting next to you. He tries to focus on whatever else you, Bruce, and Tony are discussing but his jaw is clenched in pain and he’s fighting the urge to rip off his tactical suit right there. It feels like it’s fucking ninety degrees inside. The only thing he catches in the last bit of the conversation is from Tony.

            “There’s a chance you won’t find any relief in an orgasm alone, y/n. Bucky will, because his body won’t know the difference between finishing himself off vs. finishing inside of a fertile woman, but this compound is meant to make your reproductive system go into overdrive. You won’t feel relief until your body thinks it has a chance of reproducing, until semen is introduced into your system.”

            “Fuck.” You inhale sharply, doubling over in pain both at Tony’s unfortunate conclusion and at the cramping sensation you’ve suddenly felt deep in your stomach. Fucking hell.

[crystalfoxyy]

Sad

Summary: The reader, who has struggled with depression all her life, slips back into that deep sadness. Bucky is worried and tries his best to help.

Word Count: 3263

Pairing: Bucky X Reader

WARNINGS: Depression. Thoughts of suicide.

A/N: I struggle with depression myself. It’s one of the reasons I started writing. So this is a lot of my own feelings from when things were bad. I’ve had this up on Ao3 for a while but was debating whether or not I should post it here. I think its important to write difficult things so here it is. As always, feedback is appreciated.

“I’m worried about her,” Bucky says suddenly, looking up from his cup of coffee, which he’s spent the better part of an hour staring at blankly. Steve looks away from the tablet in his hands where he had been reading the news. “I’m really worried Stevie.” Bucky’s voice, always soft and quiet, is even more so, barely a murmur. “Y/N doesn’t talk to me anymore. She doesn’t…” He shakes his head as Steve moves around the breakfast table to sit next to his oldest friend. “God, I-I hate that I’m dumping this on you.”

“’S okay pal,” Steve says, patting his friend on the back. “I know it’s been bad lately.”

Usually a ray of sunshine Y/N had slipped back into depression recently, something she had battled nearly all her life. In the process she’s pushed Bucky away, leaving him empty and struggling. Whether it has been inadvertently or not remained to be seen.

Bucky lets out a sharp breath, “I’ve seen it bad before but never this bad. I’ve never been worried that she might-,” His voice breaks and he has to take a moment to compose himself before he can continue. “And she won’t let me in. She won’t let me-let me touch her and I don’t know how to comfort her otherwise.” He glances sideways at Steve, “’m not so good with words anymore.”

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[crystalfoxyy]

Sad

Summary: The reader, who has struggled with depression all her life, slips back into that deep sadness. Bucky is worried and tries his best to help.

Word Count: 3263

Pairing: Bucky X Reader

WARNINGS: Depression. Thoughts of suicide.

A/N: I struggle with depression myself. It’s one of the reasons I started writing. So this is a lot of my own feelings from when things were bad. I’ve had this up on Ao3 for a while but was debating whether or not I should post it here. I think its important to write difficult things so here it is. As always, feedback is appreciated.

“I’m worried about her,” Bucky says suddenly, looking up from his cup of coffee, which he’s spent the better part of an hour staring at blankly. Steve looks away from the tablet in his hands where he had been reading the news. “I’m really worried Stevie.” Bucky’s voice, always soft and quiet, is even more so, barely a murmur. “Y/N doesn’t talk to me anymore. She doesn’t…” He shakes his head as Steve moves around the breakfast table to sit next to his oldest friend. “God, I-I hate that I’m dumping this on you.”

“’S okay pal,” Steve says, patting his friend on the back. “I know it’s been bad lately.”

Usually a ray of sunshine Y/N had slipped back into depression recently, something she had battled nearly all her life. In the process she’s pushed Bucky away, leaving him empty and struggling. Whether it has been inadvertently or not remained to be seen.

Bucky lets out a sharp breath, “I’ve seen it bad before but never this bad. I’ve never been worried that she might-,” His voice breaks and he has to take a moment to compose himself before he can continue. “And she won’t let me in. She won’t let me-let me touch her and I don’t know how to comfort her otherwise.” He glances sideways at Steve, “’m not so good with words anymore.”

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Hear You Scream

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader agent

Warnings: NSFW, 18+, TOTAL SMUT, rough sex

“I can’t believe you did that!” You shouted over the roar of the motorcycle into Bucky’s ear. He maneuvered the bike through tight alleys of the old Rome neighborhood. He was supposed to cover you from outside the building as you snuck into the target’s office during a cocktail party. Except the target got a little handsy.  

You could have taken care of it, but Bucky crashed the party playing the roll of the jealous boyfriend. While they tussled around, you were able to steel what you need to. You even got watch Bucky pretend to fight like a normal dude for a while. It was comical.

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[crystalfoxyy]

Van Helsing Retold - masterlist

pairing: Vamp!Bucky Barnes x Vamp Hunter!reader

status: ongoing

Summary: Under the cover of night, vampires and their hunters have been at war for centuries, never letting their bloodshed reach the light of day. That is until the wife of a powerful vampire leader, Steve Rogers is murdered and he demands revenge. Y/N Van Helsing is the target of his crusade and she comes face to face with his right hand man, Bucky Barnes.

warnings: Vamp!Bucky, cursing, vampires, death, smutty moments, violence, angst, fluff, mentions of sex, murder, violence, weapons. Each chapter will have it’s own warnings as well and please read at your own risk!

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do you remember... forever

pairing: soft!dark fae!bucky barnes x female reader

summary: when walking through the woods, you stumble across something—a fae celebration of the autumn equinox—and all too soon you've fallen under the spell of the fae and the handsome stranger who welcomes you to the bacchanal.

warnings: 18+ content (minors dni!!!), smut, dubcon because magic, aphrodisiacs, mind manipulation through magic, magical memory loss, piv sex, unprotected sex, public sex, fingering (f receiving), dirty talk, praise kink, light degradation, pet names (little lark), references to fae abduction

word count: 4.4k

a/n: here's my entry for the @bucks-and-noble summer send off creative challenge! the challenge was to use the song "september" by earth, wind & fire as inspiration so i used the lyrics "Do you remember / The 21st night of September?" and wanted to put a dark spin on that question. i've also been wanting to write a dark-ish fae bucky fic for a bit (thanks to @vonalyn and this hozier ambiance video) and those combined into the idea for this fic. it was really fun to write, i loved including all the references to fae/fairy myths, so maybe i'll write other fae/fairy fics!! we'll see!! anyway, hope y'all enjoy!!!

Do you remember? 

It was the twenty-first night of September and you were taking a walk in the forest by your home, your feet following familiar trails through the towering trees. Their leaves were golden yellow and burnt orange and vibrant red, painting the woods with all the warm colors of autumn. A chill snapped through the air, the breeze softly nipping at your cheeks as it swirled around you. It had been late afternoon when you’d set out on your walk, only intending to enjoy the last pleasant rays of the summer sun before autumn officially settled in, but the woods had other plans for you. 

Do you remember?

You couldn’t remember if the music had called to you, carrying you through the trees with its soft melody, or if you’d followed the warmth of the light, your skin chilled by the sudden absence of the sun. Dark had fallen while you hadn’t noticed, but you were saved by the celebration in the clearing ahead. Beneath the unfamiliar song of the bacchanal, there was the crackling of bonfires and the chatter of revelers, all of it drawing you in. 

The glowing light of the clearing was so soft as you approached, a sense of warmth washed over you, suffusing your body in the gentle caress of heat while filling your head with a haziness that made you feel like you were walking into a dream. The fluffy clouds crowding your mind made it difficult to think, but the floaty feeling was too pleasant to question. 

It was only once you stepped across the circle of mushrooms ringing the clearing that it came into stark relief. The large glade in the middle of the autumnal forest was dotted with bonfires burning so high, their fiery fingers seemed to touch the sky. Among them, there were tables heaped high with foods you didn’t recognize—all manner of delightful-looking pastries, nuts drizzled in honey and fruits you couldn’t name. 

Your mouth watered and your stomach panged with a hunger you hadn’t felt a moment before as you took in the sight of the feast. When you caught a glimpse of the goblets filled with an unfamiliar wine, its sweet scent wafting to you across the clearing, you felt suddenly parched. But before you could make your way to the tables, your eyes finally caught on the celebration’s revelers.

There were tall, lithe men dressed in tunics and breeches in as many colors as the leaves of the trees, and graceful women wearing dresses that looked sculpted from wooded bark, the beautiful garments swishing and swirling around their legs. They all danced around the clearing and the bonfires in dizzying whorls, joyous laughter spilling from their mouths, their feet never stopping as the music continued on. 

You couldn’t make out any of the faces of the revelers, but your eyes followed the bewitching way they danced, and your feet tripped over themselves as they carried you further into the glade. 

Do you remember?

One of the men broke away from the bacchanalian dancing and caught you in his grasp, his warm fingers sliding against the bare skin of your arms. His features crystalized before your eyes, and you sucked in a sharp gasp at his handsomeness. The man’s blue eyes were sparkling and bright in the firelight, his decadent mouth pulled into a wide grin, showing just a hint of too-sharp teeth. A thick beard decorated the man’s jaw and soft brown waves framed his face. 

You could only stand there stunned, unknowing what to do with the bright light of the man’s attention focused on you. He seemed to take great joy in your astonishment, laughing as he slid his hands down your arms until his hands took yours and he spun you in a circle, your dress flaring out from your hips. You couldn’t remember owning a dress like the one you wore, all soft cotton dyed in the colors of autumn wrapped lovingly around your frame. But that didn’t matter because the man spoke, drawing your attention. 

“Are you lost, little lark?” he asked, his voice a pleasingly deep timbre. With his hold on your hand, he pulled you in close, your bare feet stepping softly on the grassy glade. 

The question puzzled you. It seemed such a peculiar thing to ask when you were exactly where you belonged, falling into the arms of the handsomest man you’d ever met. So you tilted your head to the side, your face contorting with confusion. “I don’t know where I am,” you said, your voice tremulous and sounding far more uncertain than you felt. There was truth to your words, you didn’t know where you were, but you felt no concern about it, sure that you were safe. 

The man’s eyes seemed to glimmer as he stared down at you, his blue gaze shining in the warm light cast around the clearing by the bonfires. “Would you like something to eat or drink, then?” he asked. When he gave you a charming grin, his teeth looked even sharper for a second, but you blinked and they were blunted once again.

You felt a pang in your stomach as you remembered the hunger you’d felt when you’d first seen the feast tables, and the thirst that had left your throat feeling dry when you’d glimpsed the wine. You craved to taste the delicacies the bacchanal had to offer, but when you opened your mouth to give an enthusiastic response, what came out was, “I’m not sure I should.”

The man’s grin widened and his eyes flashed with ravenous desire, though something deep inside you warned it wasn’t for the food or wine on offer. But you didn’t have a chance to puzzle over your uncertain answers to the man’s questions or the way he looked at you because he took your hands in his and whisked you through the revelers. 

Breathless joy filled your chest with bubbling happiness as you ventured deeper into the autumnal forest glade and you thought again that you were right where you belonged.

Do you remember? 

The man told you to call him Bucky while he poured some of the wine into a metal goblet. You nodded obligingly, wrapping yourself around his arm and pressing close, enjoying the warmth of him through his tunic. He smiled indulgently down at you and held the goblet of wine up to your lips. 

The first sip of the sweet wine was an explosion of flavor on your tongue, so delicious you moaned as you drank greedily from the goblet, little rivulets spilling down from the corners of your mouth. When you finished, you looked up expectantly at Bucky, your eyes wide, as you handed the goblet back to him. 

“So thirsty, little lark,” he cooed, rubbing the wine from your chin with his thumb, bringing the finger to his mouth and letting his eyes flutter closed as he tasted the drink from your lips. When his eyes opened again and refocused on you, they were blazing bright with that ferocious hunger. “You taste so much sweeter than any wine,” he murmured, enchanting you with the low resonance of his voice and making you giggle softly. 

Before you could ask for more wine, Bucky plucked some fruit from the feast and held it to your lips. You kept your gaze on his as you accepted the offering, though your eyes slid closed as you tasted the delicacy. Another moan slipped from your lips when the syrupy juice of the fruit burst inside your mouth and, before you could stifle the instinct, you licked the remnants from Bucky’s fingers, sucking on his skin eagerly for every last drop of the luscious taste. 

A groan rumbled in Bucky’s chest, and when you glanced up at him, his features had darkened with intent as he watched you. Holding his gaze, you let your tongue dart out and lick at the pad of his thumb, your eyelashes fluttering at the decadent taste of the fruit mixing with the saltiness of his skin. 

“Such a wanton little thing,” he murmured, almost as if to himself as he watched you clean the fruit juice from his fingers. 

You hardly paid him any mind, though, since you were distracted by the feeling of a delicious heat spreading through your body. It caused your skin to prickle with an insatiable need while your pulse thrummed excitedly in your veins. A warm, incessant throbbing began between your thighs and you squirmed, letting out a little whine as you looked up at Bucky, unsure what was happening to you. 

His grin was even darker, even hungrier as he watched your reaction. When you whined again, squirming closer until your pebbled nipples brushed against his arm through the thin cotton of your dress, he chuckled. Plucking another fruit from the feast, he dragged it across your skin from one collarbone to the other, the juice rolling down over the curves of your breasts before seeping into and sliding beneath the fabric. Bucky tossed the fruit to the ground, pulling you into his arms as his gaze watched the sticky syrup dripping down your chest.

“I’m going to feast on your delights, little lark,” he said, his voice warm and deep like the sun-warmed earth. “Just as eagerly as you did mine.” There was a playful edge to the sinful smirk he wore, and it made your center clench down around nothing, pulling a whimper from your lips. 

Bucky shushed you softly and then ducked his head down, burying his face in your chest as he licked the syrupy fruit juice from your skin. The feel of his tongue, so hot against your chilled skin, wrung a debauched moan from you and you tipped your head back, giving him plenty of room to kiss and lick the swells of your breasts. His coarse beard teased your nipples through your dress, the damp fabric clinging to your skin and making you keen with need. 

“I know, little lark, I know,” Bucky murmured with patronizing sympathy into your skin, nosing into the valley between your breasts and digging deeper between your sensitive flesh. You clung to his shoulders, fingers digging into his soft hair as pleasure coiled inside you, thrills of heat pulsing down to your core with every brush of Bucky’s lips against your skin, every graze of his tongue. 

When he had finally satisfied himself, Bucky raised his head, his face so close to yours you could feel his breath against your lips. “I could feast on you every day,” he murmured, brushing the backs of his fingers against your cheek in a gentle caress. “I could make you mine—my little lark.”

Your mind was stuck on the first part of Bucky’s words, so much so that you didn’t even pause at the rest of what he’d said before answering. “Yes, please, sir,” you begged, your voice little more than a breathless whine. Your core was throbbing with need and you knew Bucky was the only one who had a hope to help you satisfy it, and so you agreed eagerly. 

Bucky chuckled. “We’re going to have so much fun together, little lark,” he promised, grinning wide as he pulled back so you could see him better. 

His face was lit by the bright orange light of the bacchanal bonfires, shadows shifting across his features and playing tricks on your eyes. For just a moment, you could’ve sworn Bucky looked like something inhuman—something with pointed ears and too-large eyes and sharpened teeth. But then the light changed and Bucky’s face returned to normal. Still, you couldn’t help but think he looked no less handsome in his fiendish visage.

Do you remember? 

You couldn’t recall when you’d stripped out of your dress, only knowing you were much too warm to be wearing the stifling garment. There was no room in your head or your heart for self-consciousness as you danced hand in hand with Bucky, especially since you weren’t alone in your nakedness. Many of the others had stripped off their clothes and even Bucky had discarded his tunic somewhere, leaving him in only his breeches. 

You thought nothing of dancing naked beneath the stars of the autumnal equinox, your feet never tiring no matter how long you kept up your revelry. The longer you danced, the warmer you became, the throbbing desire building within you. With every passing moment, you wanted to wrap yourself around Bucky and beg him to sink into your body with the hope that he would finally slake your need. 

Before you could act on your desperate instincts, Bucky broke free from the other revelers and led you to the edge of the clearing, slipping into the shadows where the light of the bonfire didn’t reach. There, the music of the bacchanal was muffled and overlayed by the sounds of pleasure, melodic moans and a rhythmic primal din filling your ears. You couldn’t see anyone else, the shadows were so thick, but you could hear the enjoyment they were finding in each other’s bodies. It only spurred on the heat blazing beneath your skin, compelling you to throw yourself into Bucky’s arms. 

He caught you easily, grinning down at you and murmuring, “Little lark,” so fondly it made your heart constrict with happiness. Then, his lips found yours in the darkness, kissing you for the first time. Like your first sip of wine, your first taste of Bucky was life-altering. He tasted of the wine you’d drank and the fruit you’d eaten and something more—something that was purely him.  

Surging up on your tiptoes, you wound your arms around Bucky’s broad shoulders and dug your hands into his silky hair, pressing closer so that you could get even more of his taste. He groaned against your lips, seemingly enjoying the taste of you just as much, and hitched you higher against his bare chest as he plunged his tongue into your eager, wanting mouth. Your tongues danced as wildly as your bodies had, both of you moaning in pleasure.

One moment, you were standing, trying to press every inch of your bare skin against every bit of him, and the next, Bucky was laying you down on the ground of the glade, the fallen leaves and lush grass as soft as a blanket beneath your back. You only had enough room left in your mind to focus on the slide of Bucky’s lips against your own and the way his hips parted your thighs as your bodies pressed together, his hardness trapped against your belly. 

A desire like none you’d ever known pounded through your veins and a whine worked its way up your throat as you writhed beneath Bucky’s large body. His shoulders were so broad and his lips so soft, so hungry against your skin as he kissed down the column of your throat. And his length was so stiff, you could feel him twitch against you while you gasped for air. You needed him inside you, but your lips couldn’t form the words. 

Thankfully, Bucky seemed to know you needed some kind of relief, and he dipped his fingers between your thighs, finding you wet and wanting. A keening sound spilled from your lips as your spine arched and you threw your head back, his touch igniting a fever beneath your skin. Your hands in his hair tugged on the soft strands, trying to pull him closer, urge him to press deeper, anything to sate the hunger that was building in your center. 

Bucky only chuckled at your desperation, the sound sweetly mocking, and he cooed at you, “Oh, little lark, such a needy little thing, aren’t you?” His fingers played with your dripping folds, toying with your sensitive bud, wringing small, hitching gasps of pleasure from you every time his thumb brushed against it. “You were so lost without me to take care of you, weren’t you?” he went on, a dark kind of laughter in his tone that sounded especially depraved when paired with his sweet words. He brushed a kiss to your cheek, his lips right next to your ear as he spoke. “You’d never have found a man worthy of your precious cunt in the mortal world,” he rasped, his voice sinking right into your head.

But Bucky’s words got lost in the fog of your mind, and you couldn’t comprehend what he’d said beyond the sentiment that you’d have been lost without him. He was right, you would have. You’d been so lost you hadn’t even known you were lost until he’d found you. So you agreed, nodding eagerly for him.

Bucky laughed again, his fingers still playing with your cunt while you squirmed beneath him, paying no mind to how much noise you were making. Debauched moans spilled mindlessly from your mouth while Bucky stroked you between your thighs until your arousal was dripping down to the forest floor beneath you. 

“Please,” was all you could manage, your hands clinging to Bucky’s bulging biceps, staring up at him through heavy-lidded eyes. His touch felt so good, pleasure pulsing from everywhere he stroked with those talented fingers of his, but it wasn’t enough. You threaded your fingers through his beard, grabbing hold of his face and pulling him closer to yours so you could beg him for more. “Please, Bucky.” 

A sharp, feral grin split Bucky’s face in half and then he was pulling his fingers from your throbbing cunt, seemingly ready to finally put you out of your misery. But he paused for just a moment, sucking his fingers into his mouth, his eyes fluttering closed in the picture of bliss as he licked your wetness from his hand. He made you watch until his fingers were clean, his gaze heating as he tasted you.

“You are indulgence incarnate, my little lark,” he murmured, his eyes roving over you, making a pleased sound like he was enjoying the sight of your staring up at him from the forest floor, your chest heaving with need, your thighs parted and your slick pussy offered up to him. “You have entranced me, and now that I am under your spell, you shall never be free of me again.”

All you could think was that you were the one who was enchanted, so caught up in the mesmerizing possessiveness of Bucky’s expression, you barely noticed when he pushed his breeches down to his thighs. But then he shifted his hips and dragged the hard ridge of his cock between your folds. 

You cried out at the feeling of him against your most intimate place, words failing you as your hands gripped Bucky’s sides and you tried to arch up to meet him. But Bucky only grabbed your hips in his large hands, pinning you to the forest floor while he had his fun teasing you with his cock. He laughed while he watched you squirm and writhe, eventually crying tears of frustration. 

“Such a needy, pathetic little thing,” he cooed mockingly, kissing your tears from your face. “Beg me—beg me, little lark, and I’ll fuck you like you’ve never been fucked before,” he murmured in your ear, his voice so soothing and compelling that your lips were parting to speak before he’d even finished. “Beg me, and I’ll take you away from your mortal world, I’ll give you a life by my side in my realm instead.” 

Again, Bucky’s words didn’t fully penetrate the haze filling your mind, so you only heard the first half of his command, and it was to that which you responded. “Please, Bucky, please fuck me,” you begged, your voice little more than a breathless whine. “I need it, I need it—I need you.” You were already half out of your mind with desire and pleasure, but that only seemed to make Bucky smile wider, his cock twitching against your cunt. “Take me, take me, take me,” you chanted, the words falling from your lips with the vehemence of a spell. 

Bucky’s smile was sharp as a knife as it slashed across his face, but he was pleased with your performance and so he pushed himself inside your dripping hole, forcing an end to your chanting as the words dissolved into a heady moan. His thick length stretched your tight cunt, punching the air from your lungs and making you dizzy with pleasure. 

Groaning above you, Bucky sank into your wet heat slowly, taking his time savoring the joining of your bodies. “Never felt anyone so exquisitely tight, little lark,” he rasped, spearing into you until he was buried to the hilt. He grunted, grinding into you like he just couldn’t help himself. “So deliciously warm, too,” he murmured, almost as if to himself. “So fucking perfect—so perfect, it’s like you were made for me.” His eyes found yours, glinting in the darkness as he stared down at you. “You were made to be mine, weren’t you?” 

“Yes!” you cried, your hips rocking up to meet his grinding thrusts. The pleasure of his cock buried completely in your tight cunt and brushing against a sensitive spot inside you was nearly too much to bear, but you couldn’t stop your desperate movements.

Thankfully, Bucky took pity on you. He rewarded your acquiescence by murmuring, “Good little lark,” and lowering himself to pin you firmly between his big body and the soft forest floor. You were overwhelmed, Bucky’s heady earthy scent fogging your mind further so that all you could do was wrap your arms and legs around him, clutching him tight as your cunt clamped down greedily on his cock, like your body wished to keep him inside you for the rest of time.

But that could not be if either of you hoped for release, and the need to come was a demanding drumbeat in both your bodies. So Bucky pulled his cock from your dripping center, before sliding back inside, faster and harder than before. He forced the breath from your lungs on a sharp exhale, filling you so decadently, it felt as though you truly had been made for him. It felt like the only reason you were put on earth was to stumble into Bucky’s forest clearing and lay beneath him, taking his cock for the rest of your life like his perfect little lark. 

Bucky’s thrusts grew in their fervor as he rutted into you with an otherworldly fury, taking pleasure in your body like he was owed it. And you gave it to him willingly, spreading your thighs wider, welcoming his every thrust into your tight cunt with an eagerness you’d never known before. 

Your moans spilled freely from your mouth, urging him on, begging him to fuck you harder, faster. His hips pounded into your thighs, the soft sounds of skin on skin and the wet noises of your cunt joining the cacophony of the shadows around you. Your cries blended with Bucky’s groans, both of you adding to the harmony of the bacchanal’s other revelers.

Your coupling built to a crescendo, Bucky’s cock pumping into your cunt faster and faster until his movements were dizzying to your delirious mind. “Little lark, little lark,” he purred in your ear, the sound of his voice so inhumanly melodic, you couldn’t help but fall prey to its spell. “You’re mine, little lark—my little lark.”

Bucky’s words sent vines of warmth to wrap around your heart, clutching it tight, the lengths connected to your cunt so that his possessive utterance matched with his never-tiring thrusts were your undoing. You felt your pleasure coil tighter and tighter in your core until it snapped, and unfurled from your center as it rewrote the very fabric of your being. Clinging to Bucky as tightly as your strength allowed, you screamed your release to the star-filled sky, your cunt gripping him in rhythmic pulses as your body tried to take him even deeper inside you.

Your release incited Bucky’s own, his thrusts turning wild as your wet heat gripped him tight. He came with a growl against your throat, his cock buried so deep in your tight cunt, you could feel him press against the very end of you. His hardness twitched and pulsed, the warmth of his seed spilling into the waiting depths of your body.

A dazed, happy smile, curved your lips as you hummed your pleasure, stroking your fingers down Bucky’s bare back when he collapsed on top of you, learning every muscle and curve of him. Your mind was still filled with a haze fluffy clouds, the human world drifting farther and farther away from your memory without your notice. You could only think of how good Bucky felt on top of you, how happy you were to be his.

While he caught his breath, Bucky held you close, pinning you down into the soft earth with almost all of his weight, though not enough to crush you. You were so sated and content, you wished you could lay there forever, the forest floor beneath you and the night sky above you, your body entwined with Bucky’s, your souls fusing together.  

You imagined what would happen if you did stay there, the way your bodies would eventually become one with the earth. A great tree would grow above you, its roots wrapping around your and Bucky’s intertwined bodies as its branches reached toward the sky. You and Bucky would be together forever.

The thought made you smile.

Do you remember? 

You don’t remember anything but Bucky and the sweet wine and the delicious food and the endless dancing, broken up only by the moments when he takes you into the shadows and lays you down beneath the cloudless starry sky. He takes you, again and again, and you never tire of the feeling of him sinking into your wet heat, your lips begging him for more and more and more. 

You’re swept away from the mortal world by the delights of the fae’s autumn equinox bacchanal, distracted by Bucky’s groping, greedy hands, the penetrating thrust of his hips and the devastating curve of his smile. All that you remember are his murmured promises for a life by his side, though you don’t know yet what that entails, and his sweet words about how much he adores his little lark. You remember only how Bucky plans to keep you—forever.

[crystalfoxyy]

How about Vampire!Bucky with “Keep your pretty eyes on me.” and “You shouldn’t be out here by yourself.”?

But like, the classic vampires of Anne Rice, not the sparkly bastards from twilight? Perhaps soft!dark too?

Love Bites

Pairing: Dark!Vampire!Bucky x Human!Reader

Word Count: 3.4K (i just can't not write long fics)

Warnings: 18+ ONLY, HEAVY DUBCON , smut, p in v sex, oral (fem receiving), blood, vampire feeding, it's kinda dark tbh, use of mind control (if i miss any please let me know so i can add it <3)

A/N: I hope you enjoy love! this was tons of fun to write <3 thank you big time to @aquariusbarnes for beta reading for me! all mistakes are my own though.

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You sniffled as you walked, watching the stone of the old road pass under your feet. You wished you could appreciate the history of the place, really take it in like you wanted to. You wished you could enjoy this trip like you intended to. You worked so hard to get the time off, to pay for it. It was your anniversary trip, you were supposed to be having fun.

This was anything but. You'd gone to the bar with John, your piece of shit husband, and he'd excused himself to the bathroom, but when you noticed he'd been gone awhile, you went looking for him. Just to find the bathroom door locked, moans flowing out from the crack at the bottom. The bar had a strict 'no sex in the bathroom' rule, so the bouncer kicked in the door, and there was John, balls deep in a girl you recognized from the booth next to the one you'd been waiting at. 

You'd removed your ring, threw it on the ground, and stormed out, which was a shame. You loved that ring, the ruby was just gorgeous in it. But John hadn't even chased after you, it was like he was a different person. 

You thought about the way he looked at you when the bouncer kicked in the door. His pupils were blown wide and it was like he wasn't even there anymore. You did take notice of the white dust around the edge of his nose though, so maybe he wasn't there. But that's no excuse, especially because you'd never even seen him do drugs. 

"You shouldn't be out here by yourself," said a voice from behind you. It was low and soft, smooth like honey. You turned around, wiping the tears from your face before looking at your observer. "It's dangerous at night." 

You gave him a tight lipped smile, "Thanks for the warning." He stepped out from the shadow, and you couldn't help the nerves that lit on fire in your belly. He was tall, built but not too muscular, his hair was cropped short, almost like a military cut. His sharp jaw was clean shaven, and he had gentle blue eyes. 

"You alright?" He asked, gesturing to your disheveled state. You sighed, pursing your lips for a moment debating on if you should really tell a stranger your life, but you'd probably never see him again, so what's the harm? 

"I'm supposed to be here on my anniversary trip," You muttered, "but I found him cheating not even two days into our trip, so. . ." You crossed your arms, shrinking in on yourself as he approached you. 

"Well, he sounds like an idiot," He said, stopping in front of you, "He'd have to be a moron to be able to even take his eyes off of you." He held his hand out, "I'm Bucky." 

You introduced yourself, placing your hand in his and let out a small gasp when he raised your hand to his lips, placing a soft kiss to your knuckles. 

"It's a pleasure to meet you, even if it was something terrible that brought you out this way." He smiled, releasing your hand. "Can I walk with you? Just make sure you get to wherever you're going safely, if nothing else." 

You hesitated. This was a stranger, in an unfamiliar city, asking to walk with you to where you were staying. It sounded like a terrible disaster just waiting to happen. You shouldn't let him come with you to the hotel. 

Before you could process what was happening, you heard your voice agree, telling him he could join you, but you didn't remember giving your mouth permission to say those things. 

He fell into step beside you, keeping his hands shoved in his pockets, only bumping your elbow with his if he was trying to show you something. He told you about the city as you walked, distracting you from the events of earlier. He stopped at an old ice cream place, buying you a small cup of your favorite flavor, and taking you to a small park bench where he sat with you while you ate. 

"Thank you," You said when you finished your cup. He took it and threw it away before coming back and sitting next to you. "You really don't have to stick with me all night. I'm sure you have places to be." 

"This is the only place I want to be right now," He looked over at you with a small smile. 

"With a stranger?" You ask, wrapping your arms around yourself. The ice cream was good, but that mixed with the small night breeze, you can't stop the chills running up your spine. Bucky took notice and stood, pulling his sweater off and offering it to you as he sat back down. 

"I'd say you're just a little more than a stranger now," He chuckled. 

"I guess you're right," You smiled. 

"Are you planning on going back to your hotel?" He asked, "Would your husband be there?" 

Fuck, he's right. Your smile falls as you think about it. Where else would John go except back to the hotel? You didn't want to stay there if he was going to be there. He had a key so he could be there already, and you weren't ready for that. You didn't want to face him right now. 

You hang your head with a sigh, the tears beginning to well in your eyes again. "I don't know. I don't want to see him, but I have nowhere else to go. And neither does he, so he would definitely be there." You wiped at your face with your hands and let out a groan. 

Bucky didn't respond immediately, but when you looked over at him to apologize for all the drama going on in your life, he looked like he was debating on telling you something. 

"What is it?" You prompted, watching as he sighed. 

"I know you just met me," he started, "and by no means do you have to accept, but I have a spare room that you are more than welcome to stay in. At least for the night, and then in the morning you can sort your hotel stuff out and go stay wherever you want." 

You went to decline, this wasn't something you would accept from a stranger for multiple reasons. You didn't know him that well, you didn't want to impose, and he could be dangerous. But it was like when he asked to walk with you earlier - it felt like your body had a mind of its own as you heard yourself agreeing to stay with him, and before you knew it, you were following him to a lavish apartment building in the middle of the city. 

"You live here?" You asked as you eyed the building in wonder, the towering skyrise seemingly reaching into the heavens. 

"I do," He smirked down at you as he held the door open for you, leading the way to the elevator. You watched as he pressed the very top floor button.

"Top floor, huh?" 

"Best view of the city, you'll see," He smiled down at you before looking forward again. You eyed him a bit - you could've swore you saw a hint of a different color in his eyes, but you couldn't get another good look to confirm. 

The elevator stopped and you pulled the sweater tighter around you, nerves beginning to set you more on edge then before as you waited for the doors to open. 

The doors opened, and he was right, the view was spectacular. 

The place was lined with floor to ceiling windows where you could see the expanse of almost the entire city below you. There were only a few lights on here and there, the place mostly lit up by the moon right out the windows. 

His decor screamed money in a dark modern luxury type of way. The furniture was all dark wood with even darker cushions. You kept him in your peripheral as you walked around the room. If you had to guess, he was probably working for the mafia, or he was a CEO of some huge company you'd never heard of. No one his age could afford this place without being famous for something. 

"You want anything to drink? Or eat?" He asked as he led the way to the kitchen, turning on lights as he went.

"Just some water would be lovely," You said, following a bit behind him. Something about this place made you uneasy, you weren't sure what it was - if it was him, or how high up you were, or the fact that for some reason you had agreed to this - but you were attempting to keep your distance just in case. 

You watched as he filled your glass and slid it across the counter in front of you, adding nothing strange to your drink in the process. 

That's good at least, you thought. He started talking about where the shower was, where you could find towels, and that he'd get you a spare change of clothes so you didn't have to smell like the bar anymore. You took him up on the offer, grabbing everything you needed before locking yourself in the grand guest bathroom. 

~~~

"This is the guest room, and I'm down the hall," Bucky stated as you followed him through the hall. You noticed none of the bedrooms had windows and you thought it was odd, but at least the sun wouldn't wake you the second it rose. 

"Thank you, for letting me stay," You said, fiddling with the edge of the shirt he gave you, your legs warmed by the fleece pants. "I really appreciate it. I owe you." 

"Of course," He smiled down at you. "You don't owe me anything," he reached forward, picking a piece of lint from your shoulder, "all I want to do is help you forget about your husband." 

Your brows scrunched together, "What?" 

"After the night you've had, don't you think you deserve to have some fun?" He suggested, reaching to cup your cheek. His hand was oddly cold, but you did just take a hot shower so you didn't think too much about it. "Say the word, and I'll make you forget about your moron of a husband. Or I'll leave you to your room." 

It was like all the air was sucked out of your lungs as you stared up at him. He wore this look of sincerity and. . . hunger? How long had it been since you'd been on the receiving end of that stare? John hadn't really cared the past few months, you'd hoped this trip would spark something in him again. He'd run off with some woman from the bar, not even 50 feet from you, so what harm would sleeping with Bucky do? 

He'd been nothing but nice to you, catering really. He'd taken care of you, though you did have those two moments where your body betrayed you in favor of his wishes. But, maybe that was your body telling you something. If anything, you'd just slip out in the morning the second the sun came up. 

Reaching up to grab his hand, you nodded, "Make me forget about him." You whispered it, but the second it left your lips, his eyes darkened, darker than you've ever seen anyone's eyes go. 

He nodded, moving to lace your fingers with his as he led you down the hall to the master bedroom. It was just as lavish as the rest of the apartment, maybe even more so. The bed was massive, lined with a deep rich red comforter and sheets that looked as soft as clouds. He pulled you to the edge of it before cupping your cheeks, pulling you in till you were just a breath away. 

"Are you sure?" He asked, looking to you for confirmation before he moved. 

"Yes," You muttered, gasping when his lips met yours. It was slow at first, the way his lips moved with yours, like he was learning how you kissed, how you liked to be kissed, before he deepened it. His tongue slipped past your lips, taking a quick taste at your mouth before retreating, like he was asking for permission - permission which you granted. 

He tasted the entirety of your mouth as he hands moved under the shirt to paw at your skin, gripping and pulling you flush against him as he groaned into your mouth. He guided you towards the bed, pulling away to let you lay across the comforter, which was as soft as you imagined. 

Laying himself above you, he slotted his knee between your legs, pushing his thigh into your warm core, smirking at the small whine you let out as your hips grinded down on his thigh. "Eager are you?" He mumbled against your lips, "Did your lousy husband never satisfy you?" 

"He used to, but not lately," it ignited a bit of shame, admitting how unfulfilled you were in your marriage, but all Bucky did was smile as his hands moved to the waistband of your pants. 

"I'll fix that," he pulled your pants gently down your legs, admiring your skin as he went. "Don't you worry." He winked at you before grabbing one of your legs and starting a trail of wet kisses up from your ankle. Suddenly, it was like all of your nerves fizzled out. You were almost completely comfortable laying there, like you belonged. 

He ran his nose up your calf and your thigh, stopping at your hip to place another wet kiss, sucking a bit on your skin and sending shivers of excitement up your spine. Pushing the shirt up over your chest, he followed it with his lips and his tongue, inhaling your skin, savoring it as long as he could. You'd never had someone be so attentive, so infatuated with you that they took their time like this. He helped you out of the shirt before settling between your thighs.

"I've barely even started and you're already dripping," He slowly said, his voice starting the butterflies in your stomach. He leaned down, placing a gentle peck to your clit, smirking when your hips jolted, trying to get more pressure. "You are eager." 

"Please," You whispered, watching with half lidded eyes, "please, Bucky." 

"Mm," he hummed, reaching up to grab your breast, gently tugging on your hardened nipple, "only because you asked so sweetly." 

He flattened his tongue along your folds before dragging it up and circling his lips around your clit, groaning into you when you let out a wanton moan. Your hands dove down, trying to grip his short cropped hair, tugging him closer with what you could grab, settling for just gripping his head. 

He ate you like he'd done this a thousand times before. He knew exactly when to speed up, and when to slow to keep you teetering on the edge, the band that quickly grew in your stomach just ready to snap. 

He pulled his tongue off of you, cooing at you when you whined at the loss, trying to pull him back. He pulled his hand from your breast, using his thumb to circle your clit, pushing on it every so slightly. 

"Now," He started, his voice raspy as he sunk a finger into your cunt, "I need just one thing from you, before I give you what you want - what you need." 

You looked down at him, swallowing the sudden nerves in your throat as you nodded. 

He smirked, his eyes going red, "I need you to stay still, and keep your pretty eyes on me." 

Your body froze and your eyes went wide. His suddenly red eyes sent a spark of fear through you, but your body wouldn't move out from under him, no matter how much you tried.  It was just like before, where your body followed his exact commands.

"Good girl," He growled as he curled his finger, brushing at that spongy spot, "I'll only take a little, I promise." His mouth opened in a hungry pant and you watched as his canines lengthened themselves into points. 

You wanted to run, to put as much distance between you and him as possible, but your body wouldn't move. He pulled at the skin of your thigh before gently sinking his fangs into you, the sharp pain only lasting a second before it went numb. You could feel him lapping at your skin, the blood flowing into his mouth.

He looked up at you for a split second before his eyes rolled into the back of his head as he moaned, the vibration running through your muscles. You shouldn't be turned on by this, you know you shouldn't, but the way he looked at you after, like you hung the sky itself, it was intoxicating. 

He pulled away gently, licking up the bit that escaped his lips before turning his attention back to you. "You taste even better than you smell." He wiped at the corner of his mouth with his free hand, licking the blood off of it before climbing up your body, curling his fingers again. 

"Now," He said, pulling his finger free from your pussy's grip on it, and pulling his cock free from his trousers, "Your turn." 

He lined himself up with your entrance after coating himself in your slick, and pushed in slowly to the hilt, filling you in a way you never knew before. He groaned once he was seated all the way in and he reached to grab your legs, holding them as he slowly started to rock into you. 

"I've been watching you since you got here," He stated, relishing in the tears that were starting in your eyes, "Your dumbass of a husband following you like a bored teenage boy. You deserve better. Then," He slammed his hips into yours, closing his eyes at the feeling of being so deep in you, "then I got a whiff of you, of your blood when you got that paper cut opening the welcoming card from your hotel. I knew I had to have you." 

He dropped one of your legs, placing his hand over your stomach, pushing down on the bulge he was creating with every thrust, the band in your stomach starting to grow tight again. "It was easy, getting him to listen to me. I found him in the bathroom, told him to fuck the girl who was gonna join him, and sent her in there." He smiled deviously down at you, an eerie hint of obsession tinting his eyes.  

"Then it was just a matter of waiting till you were far enough away from him that I could approach you," He leaned down till his nose was brushing against yours, "And fuck you're perfect. Make some noise for me, will you baby?" 

A loud moan tore itself from your throat and you couldn't stop the series of curses that left your lips as he sped up his hips, slamming into you, hitting that spongy spot over and over and over, quickly bringing you over the edge. But he stopped before you could topple over, and he gripped your cheeks, making you look at him again. 

"You'll forget about him," he ordered, "you belong to me, now." 

You couldn't remember who he was talking about, or what had happened. All you knew was that you were his, and he was yours. And he was fucking you so good. 

"That's it," He smiled when he noticed that familiar look in your eyes. His hand left your face, and his thumb circled your clit as he pounded into you again, tossing you quickly over the edge. Your orgasm washed over you in waves, your walls gripping him as he kept pumping in and out of you, quickly pushing you towards another one. 

The second one took you just a fast, your blood roaring in your ears. The smell of your blood rushing through your veins pushed him to his climax and you watched his hips stutter before painting your walls with his spend. 

"That's my girl," He panted. Once you caught your breath, he smiled down at you, "I have something for you." 

You smiled, "For me?" 

He reached for his pants without pulling out of you, and his hand dove into the pocket, pulling out a gorgeous ring. It had a silver band, with a ruby surrounded by small square cut diamonds. 

"Bucky," You gasped, "That's gorgeous, but why?" 

"My girl deserves pretty things, don't you think?" He slid it over your finger, smirking as it fit perfectly. "Look, it's like it was made for you." 

You smiled bright up at him with a laugh. "It's perfect," you muttered before reaching up to pull him down to you, slotting your lips over his, "Thank you." 

"Anything for my girl." 

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Words don’t trigger him, emotions do

Bucky Barnes x Reader

Anger, resentment and especially, jealousy—those emotions were all he knew while you both spent decades at Hydra.

Warnings- angst, jealously, mental struggles, smut, possessive sex, love bites Words- 3400 ⋄⋆⋅⋆⋄✧⋄⋆⋅⋆⋄✧⋄⋆⋅⋆⋄

And his love has its own dark morality when rivalry enters in, when another man dares to flirt with you and Bucky shall show well what he shows best. “Hello, snowflake" he says "Hope I'm...interrupting” There is an intonation so bitter and so imperative that the man who you are talking with shallows hard. The words which are set in the air—in themselves they are simple and sweet. But his jealousy, protectiveness are a living thing. Shifting, changing, growing. "Do you know the man?" he asks politely, blue eyes burning with violence. There is a natural comorbidity between possessiveness and jealousy, between the desire to fuck and the desire to kill.

„Yeah, I do,“ you reply and Bucky feels alone in the moment your eyes break contact—and in a fever, among the walls of the bar, he looks around too, a thickening twilight peeps out in his mind.

"Who is he?" he asks in a pleasant but cold voice, now clearly less friendly than before. „It doesn’t matter“ you smile softly, that sentence is a uttered curse to Bucky’s ears. Immediately, his guard is up. Bucky is silent for a moment, suffocated by the situation, ringing in his ears, and the heart—it will bust. The simplicity of your answer spreads as frost, closing off the light of his eyes. His mind starts racing once again, a nameless emotion has nested in Bucky – who is that guy? Bucky sits on your left side before he leans on the counter next to you, with his metal hand and puts his right one on his tight, closer to his gun strapped there. You know him, you know that behavior— this yearning to protect, tearing at his insides like hunger and thirst. It is not love. Love is warm and soft, like a bed of leaves. But this is dark, like the shade under a poisonous shrub, and it is hungry. So hungry. You know its' name—Winter. You're stuck with him. Not for a few decades, not for centuries. You're tied to him forever. That's why you are good at putting out his flame before it grows—the frame he still carries from the past. Jealousy isn't a pleasant quality, apart from its inconvenience there's even something touching about it—his starless nights eyes—his face, as if it has been a dial cut in impassive stone, the dwindling of life. You are equipped to handle what he has, both past and present—package deal of both. In other words, you have been assigned a load you can handle. “Bucky-” “Let's go home, it’s getting late” he interrupts, in a soft, vicious voice. “Give me ten minutes” He feels like a thread has come between you when he hears your answer, tugging, tugging at his heart—so hard, it hurts him. You glare at each other. He closes his eyes, because there is a petulant woundedness with which he stares back at you. Neither of you say a word until Bucky moves, leaning back against the counter, and folding his arms over his chest. It takes all his concentration, to keep from ripping out this man’s throat. But Bucky shoves the familiar fury down, to the place where he stifles Winter's power. “Okay” He says as he looks over to the man, and wants him to say something mean so he would have an excuse to shoot him. Bucky is something dark and beautiful, in conflict with what he shows to the world and what he truly feels inside, it is hard to control it. A worry deep in you stir, but you ignore it for now, pushing it down as best you can with the distraction of music and whiskey. You fully turn to the man and all Bucky wants is your full attention. He wants your gaze to stay fixed on him, only him. He wants to stare into those beautiful eyes for as long as he lives. Every avalanche begins with the movement of a single snowflake, and you are this Snowflake tonight.

When the ten minute mark hits you hear a quiet screeching sound—he has carved a small heart on the counter with his index metal finger—you can’t believe how jealousy has him gagging, his blue eyes are clouded before he lowers his gaze to the floor. Snow is super soft, bottomless and amazingly light, yet supportive—until you take a wrong turn and feel every crystal reacting within your soul, suffocating you. Bucky has lost himself in the emotional storm: it takes so little this time, to put fuel in his cynical heart. “Bucky…” you whisper and your eyes meet, his actual humanity can’t seem to triumph over the rage and jealousy this time, something you hardly imagine in your wildest dreams. And this is the secret you both share—the kind you don't dare to let out—Words don't trigger him, but emotions do. You can’t leave them unnoticed, unattended and unsolved. “Let's head home” Your language has been lost for so long at Hydra. But not the gestures. It is almost comforting, this mutual acceptance of understanding each other without the need for words. He maintains his silence, but he slowly gets up—he doesn’t look back, he knows you are following him closely. Of course you do, but you think about what has just happened While you were looking into his eyes, there were fragments of his inner struggle that were deeply repressed—he always tries to repress the past. It’s hard to distinguish if they were buried inside because dealing with them was such dirty work, or if he was ashamed to voice them. The truth is that he would rather dig his own heart out, with a knife, than admit it. A while ago he let you know that it's hard to control certain emotions—but he didn’t want to throw his intimacy in front of you, especially when he cares. But nothing stays secret forever You are trying to heal too, but, finally, there are things which he is afraid to divulge even to himself—he needs you, he needs your reassurance, he feels like someone will snatch you from his hands, damn his split personalities and untrustworthy habits from the past, but he can’t help it, it scares him. You are both unearthed by deception, torture, brainwashing, whose essence was shrouded by Hydra—your own father naming the Winter Soldier program after his own daughter, you, stringing you with Bucky together—the yearning theme of your life. After you escaped Hydra, you went your separate ways until he came back to you, searching for someone who understands him. That was a year ago. The more he thinks about it, the more he wants you, the more my desire rises and swells— “Bucky” He shakes his head in exasperation, not stopping as he climbs the stairs to your shared apartment, aiming for the door, but he can’t stay with you, not when he is not fully himself “Bucky, stop, talk to me” You have known him for so long, you can see the pride through his words, the truth through his silence, and the anger through his smile. Always. “Soldat“  he turns to you, perusing your body as he comes to stand in front of you, his abysses as deep as those of love, finally meet yours. That realization takes about a nanosecond to register in Bucky’s brain before the real important information comes to the forefront—you’ve noticed. He lowers his head toward you, so you could feel his breath warm against your skin, your mouths only inches apart “Why did you call me that?”

He has no answer nor idea, just a never-ending list of questions, he is searching for a loophole that increasingly feels like a noose—he denies it, he tries to—you are not entitled to exposing him like that. How hollow is it for him to have no secrets left—Bucky's love gives, and Soldat's lust takes. His gaze, improper, is the most sensual thing he can have done at this moment, and it jolts your heart into a strange rhythm as you speak “Tell me, how can I help?” You put your hands on his chest, your eyes still locked and an unwelcome sensation pierces you. “You already know” he says thoughtfully as his cool gaze devours you “snezinka” (snowflake) and his lusty grin when he says that, it's sinful—and pleasurable. “There is nothing to worry about. Do whatever you want to make yourself feel better” All you want to do is make him feel better, to drown his worries in your embrace. Both shame and worry drown themselves in the dark eyes that stare back at him.

You.

Only you. Bucky dreads this power you have over him. Everything you say is exceedingly obvious, and undoubtedly true, but he feels that something more obscure, more frightening lurks in the back of your mind. You don’t halt the hands he lays on your waist when he pushes you, backing you into the door. ⋄⋆⋅⋆⋄✧⋄⋆⋅⋆⋄✧⋄⋆⋅⋆⋄ 1968–1969, Zhao Jianmin Spy Case

„That is going to be mass murder, send them together.“

This mission is a long, never-ending massacre, it never ends.

He is lost in your eyes, it’s eating him alive.

Corpses fill the floor, the sight of gore is peaceful in your corrupted existence. He becomes obsessed in this moment of solitude with you, he has the need to touch you and you respond with a kiss, blood all over your face. Your wretched fate is shared, your need for touch also. Winter’s lust betrays him as he pushes you against the wall, feasting on your lips and neck, his hands running up and down your back.

“Relax, Winter” you giggle as you gently press your fingers into his shoulders, forcing him to break the kiss as he looms over you- waiting with a predatory grin.

„I need you, Samodiva“ he slurs, eyebrows furrowed as he glances up at you. His trembling fingers touch the strings in vain, wanting to find the right notes from the fading memory, Soldat wants his soul to vibrate again; with lust, with love.

He knows you feel his arousal, your closeness causing him to grow hard, inhaling sharply, enjoying the sensations you are eliciting in him.

“I need you, too” you finally answer without faltering.

This is all Soldat needs to hear - his tongue flicking lightly over your neck once again, tracing the skin slowly, eliciting a moan from your lips, bodies acting on instinct. A soft squeak escapes your puffy lips, the tension building up in your body too fast, too soon. Winter puts his hands around your waist, your pants already unbuckled, surrendered to him. He wastes no time, there's no time left… his hands suddenly drop to his own pants, popping the button open and then pulling down the zipper.

The feeling of your insides drains all of his self power to not come on the first trust, he moves at an excruciating slowly pace, fucking you into the bloodstained walls, there is a glimpse of human nature when you fill the room with moans.

„I am yours,“ he whispers, his words sending a series of chills through her.

This is about him, not you, this is what he needs.

⋄⋆⋅⋆⋄✧⋄⋆⋅⋆⋄✧⋄⋆⋅⋆⋄ “1968, do you remember?“ he groans as he brushes his mouth against your cheek. The plea in his tone floods your veins with a whole different form of power “Just say no, snezinka-” “This is exactly what I want“ you counter. As you arch your back, pressing the tips of your breasts against his chest, closing your eyes at the whisper of a kiss, at the hunger that ravages inside you.

He leans down more, his mouth only inches from yours. “Fuck,” the barely leashes growl of his voice rumbles up through his chest, and every nerve ending in your body flares to life. Bucky loves seeing you pinned to the door—his control balancing precariously on the point of a knife. He tightens his hands holding you even closer, until your chest is pressed against his own, you can feel his hard cock pressing between your bodies.

All he needs is one push. And you are about to shamelessly shove. “Come on, I can take it” you tilt your head up to his and draw his bottom lip between yours, sucking before gently nipping him with your teeth. 

“Yeah, yeah, okay” He speaks against your throat and finishes one languorous stroke up the column of your neck. It breaches something within him, and he gives in. Finally, mouths collides, and the kiss is hot and hard—it invades his body, abolishing any constraints and bringing to life the desire for you. It grounds him firmly in the moment and drags his body in it, too—Bucky wants to be the only thing touching you, the only thing that touches you ever again. He is kissing the shell of your ear, nipping at it gently and then soothing the nips with soft kisses. Rage. Lust. Jealousy. Past. Preset. Every day is a reminder of how nothing stays the same, every day an exercise in variability, resilience, understating and trust.

You love the seasons, but, you must admit—at the risk of offending the others—Winter is your very favorite one. What a beautiful madness, to explore the darkness in his old self and find joy in the unearthing of such a wicked past. He craves you, he kisses you again. When your mouth touches his, it is like a blade glancing off metal—the darkness inside him briefly lights up with violence and rage before the emptiness comes flooding in like a black lake—you see it in his eyes.

“Let’s get inside '' he hears your whisper and he reaches up to stroke your cheek with the backs of his fingers. He might be lust-intoxicated, but he always cares. Tonight, you have successfully deflected his attention from the gloomy thoughts and the contemplation of his past—his lust rushes, but his love makes him wait. His love lasted for decades—will last for a lifetime. Awash with trepidation, you two manage to get into the apartment, but the moment you lock the door—your back is against the wall again. All those desires Bucky has felt in passing have culminated, growing deeper, hungrier, darker—he can do whatever he wants with you. That through alone causes trouble below his belt. He pulls his shirt over his head, the sight of his sculpted muscles, crisscrossed with countless scars. They have the strange power to remind you both that the past is real. Bucky’s hands languidly roam the curves and valleys of your body as his kisses became sensual, slow and deep. There is such a luster in his eyes that you have to look away, but when you look back at him, his gaze hasn’t moved, still focused on your face. Then he shifts his mouth to your neck for a hard love-bite that makes you cry out— the need to possess you, to claim you, he never did that before. But even though you feel his erection stir as you press your hips against his, he doesn't attempt to resume the lovemaking in full, he catches you around your slender waist again and brings you close to whisper teasingly in your ear “Ты - моя, слышишь?” You begin to feel a familiar wetness form between your legs. “Bucky,” you call out, impatient with desire. But that exact position triggers so much delight, of the heated memory—he has all the time in the world, not as the last time. He kisses you like he has forgotten how your mouth tastes—with a curious childish delight, kisses like wants to take you dancing. As you pull apart, you remove your own shirt and his teeth scraping down the skin of your neck, his hands sliding around back to remove your bra, tossing it aside. His right hand makes its way up, passing over a mark left by a bullet—your cheeks heat, and your breath hitches, but you can’t look away, you follow his hand with your eyes. “I was not there when you got shot” he says as his fingertip skims the top of your breasts “When was that?” he uses the vibranium arm to lift one of the long locks of your hair to his lips and inhales the scent. “It doesn’t matter” And maybe you are right, but it stands as a reminder yet again of how you too escaped death's touch before. It was almost...normal for you back then. Bucky takes a breast into his mouth to suck at it vigorously as you shiver in his grasp, the metal hand sides down to your waist to keep you against the wall. You let out a small moan as you feel his hardness tighten and press even more insistently against you. You worm your hands between your bodies, opening his jeans, freeing his length from the confines of his boxer-briefs, then reaching in to caress it and he burying his face in your neck to stifle his groan. Bucky shudders when when you take him in your hand, stroking him painfully slowly. He allows it for several moments before hiking up the skirt of your dress to quickly tear your damp underwear. He rubs a hand down your leg, fingers curling behind your knee and pulls it to his hip. You instinctively jump, he catches you, abandoning his attempts of fingering you in favor of grabbing your hips, and you moan as you wrap your legs around his waist. He loves you. He loves you because nature wills it as it did for decades. Because you are already long united by the past. The bare flesh on every part of you always belonged to him, the scent emitting from your skin is his—he loves you, but he doesn't dare tell you that. You have become Bucky’s favorite hiding place over the past year, the place he put every secret, every solitude, every nervous prayer, you keep him safe.

You have possessed him—and you never knew it. He has been dependent on exactly how close he can have you next to him, how long he can get to stay at your apartment—making various excuses every time until you suggested to him to move in with you two months ago. “Bucky,” you tighten your legs around his waist, urging him to continue, running your hands over his shoulders. Your voice pulls him out of what was ravaging in his mind, all those thoughts, but then he kisses as he roughly inserted his cock with no warning, you let out a surprised gasp as his forehead falls to your shoulder, bracing his hands on your hips and pressing you against the wall more firmly when he bottoms out, moaning shamelessly at the feeling of your body against him.

You are made for him, made for fucking.

“I love biting you, I need it” his voice is brittle, not saying anything else.

You stare like he is something you can’t comprehend, something unexpected – willingly admitting. Your fingers thread gently through his hair and you can’t help, but hang your jaw in bewilderment at the sight before—he is falling apart from the need to claim you, to reach the white-hot ecstasy. 

You have never seen him like that.

He bites his way along your jaw to the base of your throat. His mouth is hard and punishing, lathering your skin with marks—ferocity burns in his gaze promising something primal—thrusting into you wildly, trying to elongate your pleasure for as long as possible, but suddenly he is choking on moans as waves of climatic bliss are sent throughout his body. This is about him, not you, this is what he needs. This night you learn about his jealousy, it has you starving to learn more about this side of him. A new hunger that you know you will satisfy only with time. His steel blue eyes hide a nearly irresistible urge to claim you—it’s hard for Bucky to control it when the incurable desolation of Winter exaggerates in displaying old emotions.

[crystalfoxyy]

On The Wing - Chapter 1

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°•★Pairing: Bucky Barnes x femaleartist!reader

°•★Rating: NSFW (this chapter is SFW future ones won’t be)

°•★Tags: strangers to lovers, fluff, angst, first meetings, romantic tension, flirting, pet names (doll, sweetheart), brief homophobia mentions, bisexual reader

°•★ Words: 1755

°•★ Notes: It’s me, ya girl back with some more x y/n fanfic!! This is gonna be 6 chapters altogether, already written, all based on a song I haven’t been able to get out of my head for weeks now.  I hope you enjoy!! I had a lot of fun with this AU.   No beta, literally just finished writing it, all mistakes are mine. 

//CW FOR THIS CHAPTER// There is a brief mention of y/n being disowned by her family for being bisexual. 

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[crystalfoxyy]

Awake My Soul • Masterlist

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x F!Reader

WC: 78k (Complete)

Summary: It's been five years since zombies first started walking the Earth, destroying anything and everything in their wake. Now, in this apocalyptic world, fighting for survival comes as naturally as breathing. The one thing you've learned ever since they arrived, though, is that the living can be so much more dangerous than the undead. When you stumble across two young, scared boys lost in the woods and being chased by walkers, you go against your better judgment and help them to safety. Little did you know that helping them would lead you to Bucky - an angry, grumpy, distrusting member of the camp Shield. Bucky has zero interest in having you enter his life. He's been hurt before and lost too many people to risk experiencing that kind of pain again, and he knows that there are secrets you aren't telling the group. Yet, when push comes to shove, and you're put at risk, he'll stop at nothing to keep you safe.

Series Warnings: AaaaNGST, canon level violence, zombies, blood/gore, broken bones, scars, mentions of torture, lots of unaliving (think TWD lol), BUT...will still somehow have a happy ending because it's me :,)

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Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Chapter 15

Chapter 16

Epilogue

New chapters will be posted every week or so (I have fallen a little behind lol but am still actively working on this series so it will be finished). There will be a limited tag list, so please let me know if you would like to be added! Otherwise, you can follow my library blog @dreamlanddlibrary and turn on notifications to get updates when I post!

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