#vampire!james barnes x reader

[mandoalorian]

taste of you [vampire!bucky barnes x f!reader]

Synopsis: You’ve always dreamed of him—ice blue eyes, a dangerous smile, and a hunger that feels too real to forget. But when dreams slip into reality, you find yourself caught between desire and damnation. He’s waited a century for you… and he won’t wait another night.

Rating/Warnings: 18+ explicit content, smut, unprotected p in v, fingering, public sex, dub-con (?), biting, horror elements, vampires obvs— mentions of blood, dream walking, allusions to stalking, allusions to murder, Possessive!Bucky, you are desperate, dark romance, alternate universe

Word count: 3600>

Author’s Note: My first ever supernatural themed fic? I don’t think I’ve ever wrote anything like this before so, I’m feeling super nervous to share. Vampire!Bucky was something @ava-starrs-girlfriend put into my head, and gave me the green light to share my idea on it!

── .✦ Bucky Barnes Masterlist

The first time you dreamed of him, it felt like drowning.

Not in water — in silk, in smoke, in heat. In him.

You were in a room that wasn’t yours. High ceilings, windows that bled moonlight, a bed draped in red velvet. Somewhere far off, a record hissed low, a mournful jazz tune threading through the air like incense. The kind of place that clung to you. The kind of place you'd never been, but somehow knew.

You stood barefoot on cold stone, your breath misting like winter. The air tasted of copper and something sweet — like wine on someone else's lips. Every hair on your body stood on end.

And then he stepped out of the shadows.

Tall. Broad. Dressed in black like the night belonged to him.

You couldn’t see his face — not really — just a glint of silver at his hand, and the glimmer of eyes too blue to be real. They raked over you with heat, dragging up from your ankles, your hips, your chest. Not leering. Claiming.

He didn’t speak. He didn’t have to.

You should have run. Instead, you stood there, heart galloping, blood roaring in your ears — because something inside you whispered you know him. Your soul reacted before your brain could. The fear melted beneath the heat curling low in your stomach.

His footsteps echoed softly as he crossed the room.

You didn’t breathe until he was right in front of you — close enough to smell. Spice and ash. Rain and old paper. Something ancient. Something wrong. Something perfect.

He raised a hand and ghosted his knuckles down your cheek. Cold skin that left a trail of fire. You shivered, and he smiled.

“Been a long time,” he murmured.

His voice was dark velvet — old-world charm stretched over something rougher, deeper, dangerous. Your lips parted, but no words came. His thumb traced your bottom lip, slow and reverent.

“Do you know why you dream of me?” he asked.

You swallowed. Shook your head.

He stepped closer, chest brushing yours. “Because I’ve been dreaming of you, too.”

Then his hand slid to your neck — not choking, just resting, his thumb pressed to your fluttering pulse. You tilted your chin without meaning to. His mouth hovered over yours, and the moment stretched — hot and thick and unbearable.

You whispered, “Who are you?”

His lips brushed your jaw. His breath stirred your hair. And he said, low and dangerous:

“Yours.”

You woke with a gasp, tangled in sweat-damp sheets, thighs clenched, heart pounding.

And still — still — you swore you could feel his hand on your throat.

It had been weeks since this man had started visiting you in your dreams, and now it was a nightly thing. Routine. Too much to be a coincidence. Hell, you’d hate to admit it, but part of you looked forward to it. His lingering touch and his words laced with honey. Your therapist could not find out about this. 

But your hand had drifted to your neck sometime after midnight — to that same spot where he’d touched you in the very first dream. You didn’t remember closing your eyes.

You didn’t remember slipping under.

But you remembered him.

The room was the same as always. Cold stone, velvet sheets, soft shadows stretching like fingers across the floor. But this time, there was no distance between you.

He was already there.

Behind you.

You felt him before you saw him — a presence at your back, heat pouring off him in waves. His breath ghosted over your bare shoulder, and you shuddered.

“You came back,” he murmured.

“I didn’t mean to.”

His chuckle was soft. Amused. “No one ever does.”

He didn’t touch you — not yet — but you felt the space between you shrink. Your body lit up like it was wired to his, like his nearness alone could bend your spine, tilt your head, open your mouth.

“I still don’t know your name,” you whispered.

“You will.”

You closed your eyes. “Are you real?”

That question hung between you, thick as smoke. He didn’t answer. Instead, you felt the press of his hand — low on your abdomen, fingers splayed just beneath your navel, grounding you, possessive without being forceful.

“I shouldn’t let you come back,” he said softly, lips at your ear now. “It gets harder to stay away.”

He dragged his hand upward, slow, slow, until your breath caught in your throat. When it reached your sternum, he splayed it flat, just over your heart. His touch was cold, but it burned. Everything in you turned molten.

Your body was betraying you.

“I wake up aching,” you breathed. “Why do I feel you after I wake?”

“Because I leave pieces of myself behind,” he said.

He turned you slowly to face him.

This time, you saw him.

Blue eyes, impossibly blue. Long lashes, dark brows pulled into a faint furrow — like he was constantly torn between tenderness and hunger. His mouth was plush and unsmiling. A scar split his eyebrow. Another carved through the side of his throat.

“Who are you?” you asked again.

He cupped your face with both hands, and this time his voice was hoarse, almost reverent.

“I’ve had many names,” he said. “But yours is the only one I crave on my tongue.”

Then he kissed you.

And it was nothing like you’d imagined. It wasn’t careful. It wasn’t sweet.

It was starving.

He kissed you like he needed it to live. Like you were something vital, something he’d been denied for too long. His lips claimed yours, his tongue slid deep, his hand twisted into your hair. You clung to him like gravity had failed, and only he could anchor you.

When he broke away, your lips were swollen, your chest heaving, and his fangs were showing.

Not fully.

Just enough.

“I shouldn’t touch you yet,” he whispered. “You’re not ready.”

Your voice was hoarse when you said, “For what?”

His eyes darkened. He leaned down, kissed the side of your neck — just a brush — and your knees almost buckled.

“To be mine.”

You woke with a moan caught in your throat, blankets kicked to the floor, skin flushed and slick with sweat.

And your neck?

Still tingled.

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You weren’t planning on going out.

You hadn’t slept properly in days. The dreams were getting worse — or better, depending on how you looked at them. Last night, you woke up gasping his name. You didn’t even know his name. And yet it was on your lips like a prayer, or a curse.

So when your friend dragged you out to a downtown club, you figured a little noise, a little vodka, and a lot of distraction might snap you out of it.

But the second you walked through the doors, your skin prickled.

Something was off.

It wasn’t the music — a throbbing bass-heavy track that vibrated in your chest — or the lights, which flickered in pulsing shades of red. It wasn’t the crowd either, though they pressed in tight, loud and laughing and drunk on Saturday-night sin.

It was the feeling.

Like you were being watched.

No — hunted.

You brushed it off. Dismissed the chill. Ordered a drink. Laughed when your friend pulled you toward the dance floor.

But that feeling stayed — low in your spine, coiled around your ribs. Like a string was tied to your chest, tugging you toward something you couldn’t see.

And then you did see him.

At first, he blended into the shadows above the main floor, just another dark figure in the mezzanine. But the moment your eyes locked, the rest of the world fell away.

Time stopped.

He wasn’t dancing.

He wasn’t drinking.

He just stood there — still as stone — with one hand resting on the brass railing, the other tucked into the pocket of a long black coat. His face was half-cast in shadow, but his eyes… those eyes.

They glowed faintly in the red strobe light. Icy blue. Familiar.

Dream-blue.

Your stomach dropped. You blinked hard.

No. No way.

He wasn’t real. He couldn’t be. He was just a figment — a fever dream stitched together by sleepless nights and too much alcohol and your traitorous imagination.

And yet…

He didn’t look away.

You did. You had to.

Your breath came shallow as you turned back to the bar, heart racing. You tossed back your drink like it could burn him out of your system. When your friend leaned in to say something, you barely heard her.

Because you could feel him still.

Watching.

Claiming.

Like you’d walked into his territory, not the other way around.

You turned back to the mezzanine.

He was gone.

A soft thud startled you — the bartender setting another glass in front of you. You shook your head. “I didn’t order—”

“It’s already paid for,” he said. “Guy said to give you this, too.”

A folded scrap of thick black paper.

You unfolded it slowly. Your hands trembled.

I’ve been waiting for you. — James Buchanan Barnes.

Your pulse stuttered.

And somewhere deep inside you, something clicked into place. The name. You knew it.

Not from this world.

But from your dreams.

You pushed the note into your bra and with shaky hands, whipped out your phone, the bright white light illuminating your face in the dark club. Sipping on your drink that the ghost had bought for you, you narrowed your eyes, focusing on the Google search.

James Buchanan Barnes. Brooklyn, NY.

No relevant searches. Just the obituaries for a man who died in 1945. Disappeared before the war could end. Left a surviving sister. Never seen again. That would make him at least 100 years old now. It couldn’t be…

That would be impossible.

You left the club before midnight.

Told your friend you had a headache. Lied through your teeth. You couldn’t tell her the truth — that the air in there felt too heavy, too thick with him. That you kept seeing those blue eyes everywhere. That you could still feel his gaze, sliding over your skin like a velvet rope.

You just needed air.

Needed to forget.

But the moment you stepped into the alley behind the club, the night folded in around you like a trap.

The city was loud on the other side of the brick wall — traffic, shouting, laughter — but here, in the narrow space between the buildings, everything went still.

You turned right.

And there he was.

Leaning against the wall beneath a broken red light, half-shadowed. Waiting.

Just waiting.

Your breath caught. You didn’t move. Neither did he.

His coat was open now, revealing a black button-down shirt, sleeves rolled to his forearms. His hands were in his pockets. His head tilted slightly to one side, like he was studying you.

“Don’t scream,” he said softly.

You didn’t plan to.

Your body betrayed you instantly — pulse fluttering, mouth parting, that now-familiar ache building low and hot. Even your dreams hadn’t prepared you for how devastating he was in the flesh. Older than he looked. Timeless. Unnerving. Beautiful in a way that felt unnatural.

“I’m not going to hurt you,” he said.

You took a step back anyway. “Who are you?”

He didn’t move from the wall. Didn’t smile.

“You already know.”

You shook your head. “No, I don’t. You’re—this isn’t real.”

“I’ve been in your dreams for weeks.”

His voice was calm. Deep. That dark velvet again. “You’ve felt me watching you. Craving you.”

Your back hit the opposite wall. The cold brick grounded you.

“What do you want from me?” you whispered.

His gaze dropped — slowly — from your eyes to your lips, then lower. Taking you in, like he’d done from the shadows. Like he’d done every night.

“I want you to stop pretending you don’t want this too.”

You swallowed hard. Heat coiled in your gut. “You’re not—human.”

He stepped closer now, finally pushing off the wall. His boots were silent on the pavement.

“No,” he said. “I’m not.”

He moved like liquid shadow, fluid and controlled. When he reached you, he didn’t touch you. He just stood there, close enough to taste. The scent of him hit you — leather, smoke, something cold and earthy like a forest at night.

You tilted your chin defiantly. “You’ve been haunting me.”

His eyes darkened. “You called me.”

A beat of silence. Then:

“Every time you dreamed of me. Every time you whispered my name. Every time your hand slipped beneath your sheets with me in your head—you called me.”

Your cheeks burned.

His voice dropped to a whisper. “And now I’m here.”

Still, he didn’t touch you.

He just watched as you trembled beneath his gaze. As your body betrayed your fear — and your hunger.

“I should let you go,” he said, almost to himself. “You don’t know what I am. What I’ve done. I kill men who look at you the wrong way.”

Your breath hitched. Your thighs pressed together. A horrible, horrible part of you liked the way he said it. Like he’d already done it.

You took a step back, your gut telling you to run.

“Going somewhere?” he asked, voice low, smooth as velvet and twice as dangerous.

Your back hit the brick wall. You weren’t sure if it was fear or desire — maybe both — but your breath stuttered.

“You—” you began.

“I know,” he said.

He was in front of you now. Cornering you. Close. So close. The scent of him hit you — woodsmoke, leather, the faintest copper note that made your stomach twist with something primal.

“You shouldn’t be real,” you whispered.

He smiled then. A slow, devastating curve of his lips. He pressed forward — one hand gripping your hip, the other braced against the wall beside your head. Your gasp escaped before you could catch it, heat flooding your body.

“Tell me to stop,” he murmured, mouth ghosting your jaw.

You didn’t.

His lips trailed lower, to your neck, and lingered. He didn’t bite. Not yet. But you felt his breath there, the drag of his nose along your pulse.

“I’ve waited long enough,” he rasped. “Watched you. Hungered for you.”

His hand slid down your side, slow, claiming. His fingers slipped beneath the hem of your dress, dragging up your thigh until you whimpered.

Your voice trembled. “You said you wouldn’t hurt me.”

“I won’t,” he said, eyes glowing. “But I’m not going to be gentle either.”

His mouth crashed into yours.

It wasn’t a kiss, not really — it was a claim. All teeth and tongue, rough and demanding, like he meant to consume you. You moaned into it, your hands fisting in the fabric of his shirt as your body arched into his.

He groaned, low in his throat. Like the taste of you had undone him.

“Fuck,” he growled against your mouth. “You taste— exactly like I knew you would.”

Then he dragged your leg up around his hip, pressing you harder into the wall, the sharp bite of brick against your back barely registering over the dizzying heat flooding your core. His hand found its way to your thighs, his touch teasing, skilled, possessive.

You gasped at the sound: a faint, mechanical whir, like gears shifting. Metal. You blinked. The arm holding you up wasn’t flesh—it’s blackened steel, marked with strange golden runes and claw-like scars etched deep into the plating.

He saw the question on your face. The way your eyes flicked down to where his hand gripped your thigh like it was made for nothing else.

“They didn’t just turn me,” he growls. “They rebuilt me.”

His voice is like gravel dragged through blood.

“Who?” you breathe.

His mouth brushes your jaw, your throat. Not biting—savoring. His voice is low, hateful.

“Hydra. They called it an enhancement. A fusion of sorcery and science. Said a soldier like me deserved to live forever.” His nose skims your skin. “Didn’t tell me I’d have to feed to stay sane.”

Your breath stutters. “And now?”

His lips hover over the pulse in your neck.

“Now I’ve gone longer than I should. And you—” his hand slides between your thighs, metal fingers dragging over your panties like he’s memorizing you— “you’ve been dreaming of this. Of me.”

You whimper, hips lifting into the pressure.

His flesh hand slid up under your dress like he had every right to be there, dragging hot fingers along your thigh until they met your underwear. He didn’t pause. Didn’t ask.

Just hooked a finger under the soaked fabric and tore it aside.

A sharp gasp escaped you. His gaze darkened.

“I’ve imagined you like this,” he whispered, lips brushing your cheek, your jaw. “Begging. Wet. Mine.”

He was everywhere — his mouth at your throat, his voice in your ear, his fingers pushing you toward the edge. Your body betrayed you with every sound, every roll of your hips into his palm.

And as the tension inside you snapped — as he held you through it, murmuring your name like a vow — you realized something terrifying.

This wasn’t the end of a dream.

It was the beginning of something you wouldn’t be able to walk away from.

He kissed like a man who was finally touching what he’d starved for, and you couldn’t keep up. Your body just responded, thighs trembling, hands in his hair, heart galloping like prey.

“So wet for me,” he muttered, voice guttural, feral. “And I haven’t even fucked you yet.”

Two fingers slid between your folds — slow, hot, claiming. He growled low at the way you clenched around him, like he felt how long you’d been dreaming of this. Of him.

“Is this what you needed?” he rasped, pumping them deeper. “When you touched yourself at night? You wanted this?”

You moaned — high and breathless — as his thumb found your clit and circled hard. He fingered you fast, rough, filthy, like he couldn’t get deep enough, fast enough. Like he needed to brand you from the inside out.

“Say it,” he demanded, his lips against your jaw. “Tell me you wanted me.”

“I wanted you,” you gasped, hips grinding into his palm. “I want you.”

He groaned — a broken, inhuman sound — and curled his fingers just right. You cried out, clinging to him as your orgasm built with terrifying speed.

“Come for me,” he hissed. “Let me feel it.”

You shattered in his hands — body jerking, thighs trembling, cries muffled by his mouth as he swallowed every sound, devoured your pleasure like it was blood on his tongue.

But he wasn’t done.

He pulled back — barely — just enough to undo his belt with shaking hands, shoving his pants low enough to free himself. You barely had time to register the size of him before he gripped your hips and slammed into you in one long, brutal thrust.

Your gasp turned into a cry.

“Fuck,” he snarled. “Fuck, yes. You were made for this.”

He fucked you hard, fast, grinding you into the brick with every thrust. One hand on your ass, the other in your hair, keeping you where he wanted you — pinned, shaking, his. You couldn’t think, couldn’t breathe. Could only feel him splitting you open and filling you, claiming every inch like it belonged to him.

“You’re mine,” he growled, forehead pressed to yours. “Say it.”

“Yours,” you whispered, dazed. “I’m yours.”

His rhythm faltered — something primal tearing through him. His face buried in your neck, lips brushing your pulse point.

“You don’t know what that means to me,” he breathed. “I’ve waited so long to find you. To touch you. To drink you.”

He hovered there, teeth scraping your throat — holding back with every ounce of strength he had.

“I want to bite you,” he confessed, voice trembling. “But not without you saying yes.”

You didn’t hesitate.

“Yes,” you whispered. “Do it.”

And that was all it took.

He drove into you one last time, groaning as he came — thick, hot, possessive. His hips stuttered, cock pulsing inside you — and then you felt the sharp sting of his fangs piercing your throat.

The pain was white-hot for a heartbeat.

Then it melted into pleasure.

Warmth, pressure, ecstasy. Your second orgasm tore through you as he drank — deep and reverent, like a man starved of salvation.

He held you through it, arms wrapped around you like he’d never let go, mouth sealed to your neck like you were his altar.

And when he finally pulled back, blood on his lips, eyes glowing with something ancient and broken — he kissed your mouth again, slow and deep.

You weren’t dreaming anymore.

You were his.

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[sergeantbarnessdoll]

Have To Have You » Bucky Barnes (AU)

Week of October 27th-31st

Pairings: Vampire/Mob!Bucky Barnes x Female Reader

Summary: When Bucky sees you, he has to have you… forever.

Warnings: Smut (18+), language, blood, dirty talk, kissing, hickeys, fingering, handjob, unprotected sex, praise kink, pet names

Written on my phone. My apologies for any mistakes.

Header made by @buckys-wintersoldier

Halloween divider made by @buckys-wintersoldier

GIF IS NOT MINE! Gif credit goes to the creator.

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!!🔞

Bucky watched you from across the room as you talked to your coworkers. All he thought about what it would be like to have you forever. That’s all he wants… you and he’s going to do that in the best way possible. He drank the rest of his drink before walking over to you.

“How are you liking it so far?” Bucky asks.

He just hired you a couple weeks ago.

“I love it here, Mr. Barnes!” You answered.

“None of that. Call me James or Bucky.” He says.

“Ok, Bucky.” You smiled.

There was something about him that you couldn’t put your finger on.

“You know…” Bucky speaks up. “The reason why I hired you is because you intrigue me.” He tells you.

“Oh really?” You rose an eyebrow. “What about me intrigues you?” You asked curiously.

Bucky leaned in, his lips close to your ear. You could feel his beard poking your cheek.

“It’s too inappropriate for me to tell you here.” He whispers in your ear, sending a chill down your spine. “Let’s go to my office where it’s more private.” He says.

“Lead the way, sir.” You almost whispered.

You and Bucky walked to his office side by side. He put his hand on your lower back, not caring if anyone saw.

Bucky being the gentleman he is, opened the door to his office and allowed you to walk in first. He walked in behind you, closing and locking the door behind him.

“From the moment I hired you, I had to have you.” Bucky confesses.

“Oh yea?” You walked closer to him, looking up at him due to the height difference. “You have me alone right now, James. Do whatever you want to me.” You say seductively.

Bucky wrapped one of his arms around your waist and pulled you against his body, kissing roughly and passionately. Your hands grabbed onto the jacket of his tux, clutching the fabric in your hands. You moaned against his lips.

Bucky could hear your heart beating. It made him want you even more. He carefully walked you towards the couch that’s in his office, carefully laying you down. You spread your legs so he can get on top of you.

His free hand found its way to the bottom of your dress. His hand slid up your leg, stopping on your thighs momentarily and gave it a squeeze. His hand then found its way to your now soaked panties. His fingers rubbed your pussy through the soaked lace of your panties, making you moan against his lips.

“You’re so wet, darling.” Bucky says breathlessly against your lips.

He moved your panties to the side. His fingers rubbed in between your folds, smearing your slick around. He blindly felt for your clit, finding it with ease. He rubbed it in a slow circular motion. You pulled your lips away from his lips to moan and tilt your head back against the couch cushion, exposing your neck to him.

Bucky’s breathing got heavier. His fangs came out. He wanted nothing more than to sink his fangs into your skin and suck your blood, making you his forever, but he didn’t want to do that just yet. He wanted to see how long he can hold off for.

“Oh, James!” You gasped when two of his fingers slid in your pussy.

“Does that feel good, sweetheart?” Bucky asks, thrusting his fingers in and out of you.

“Mhmm, yes!” You moaned.

Bucky continued to thrust his fingers in and out of your pussy while his thumb began to rub your clit, applying pressure to it. Your breathing got heavier. Bucky could hear your heart beating faster. His other hand pushed the straps of your dress off of your shoulders and tugged the top of your dress down, exposing your braless breast to his. Bucky licked his lips as he stared at them.

His hand slid in between your breasts, stopping on your chest where your heart is. He could feel your heart beating against his hand. It took everything in him to not bit your neck, but he couldn’t help it when his fangs came out again. That’s when you lifted your head, looking at him and seeing his fangs. Your eyes went wide, but you weren’t scared. For some reason, you were even more turned on.

“You’re-” A moan left your lips before you could say anything else. “You’re a vampire?” You asked.

“Yes.” He answers.

You sat up on one of your elbows and used your other hand to grab the back of his head to kiss him hungrily. You curiously swiped your tongue across his bottom lip. Bucky parted his lips just enough to slide your tongue in his mouth. His fangs stayed out while your tongue explored his mouth. You moaned when one of his fangs poked your tongue. Not hard enough to draw blood. Just enough to make you moan.

When your tongue left his mouth, he bit down on your bottom lip. His fangs pricked your lip just enough to draw blood. You moaned at the feeling. You pulled away from his lips and licked your bottom lip, moaning when you tasted the blood. Bucky growled at the sight. His cock felt uncomfortably hard in his dress pants when he seen you do that.

“Need some help with this, James?” You asked seductively, putting your hand on his bulge.

“Yes, darling.” He answers, his voice low.

Your hands got to work on his belt and zipper. You then pulled down his dress pants just enough for his hard cock to spring out. You wrapped your hand around his cock, stroking it in your hand.

“Fuck…” Bucky moans.

His fingers sped up their pace, fucking you faster. Your legs began to shake from the amount of pleasure you receiving. Your orgasm started to build up.

“I’m close!” You moaned.

��Cum for me, sweetheart.” He says huskily.

Your head fell back against the couch cushion and your mouth fell open, strings of moans and his name left your lips as you came on his fingers. His fingers fucked you through your orgasm. His thumb gave your clit one more rub before he pulled his fingers out of your pussy. Bucky’s hand gently removed your hand from his cock and he lined it at your wet entrance.

“I have to have you now.” Bucky says, almost growling a little bit.

“I’m all yours, James.” You tell him. “All of me is yours.” You say.

Bucky slowly slid his cock in your pussy inch by inch. He moaned at how tight you are. He dipped his head down against your shoulder, enjoying the warmth and feeling of your pussy around his cock. He seen your neck from the corner of his eye. He was tempted to bite you right then and there, but he didn’t want to just yet.

Bucky pushed the skirt of your dress up so your lower body was exposed to him. He looked down at where you and him are now connected. He started off with slow thrusts. He then looked up at your face. One of his hands cupped your jaw, his thumb rubbing across your bottom lip. Red lipstick was now on his thumb, but he didn’t mind it one bit.

“You look beautiful like this.” He compliments huskily.

You moaned softly at his compliment. Bucky sped up his thrusts. Your hands scrambled to hold onto something, which ended up being his hands that are now on your hips. Your nails dug in his skin, making hiss slightly at the feeling.

Bucky kissed along your shoulder. His fangs came out, scratching lightly against your skin, making you gasp. A tingle shot through your body at the feeling. It turned you on even more.

“Be mine forever.” Bucky breathes against your shoulder, slowly making his way to your neck.

“I’m yours.” You tell him breathlessly.

That’s when Bucky’s fangs entered your skin. A small whimper left your lips at the prick of his fangs. Bucky moaned at the taste of your blood. He pulled away from your neck slowly and looked at the marks from his fangs.

“How do you feel, darling?” Bucky asks.

“Amazing!” You moaned, arching your back in pleasure.

Bucky wrapped his arm around your waist and his free hand was placed on the arm of the couch. He was not hovering over you. He fucked you at a faster pace. Your hands found their way to his white button up shirt. Your fingers unbuttoned the buttons as fast as they could. You then rubbed your hands against his strong chest and down to his abs, lightly scratching his skin as you did so.

“I love you, James!” You blurted out.

“I love you too, sweetheart.” Bucky says.

You moaned loudly when his cock hit your sweet spot. You could feel your second orgasm building up quicker than the first one. Your legs started to shake a little bit. Bucky sensed it too. His orgasm wasn’t too far behind yours.

“I can feel you getting close, darling.” He almost whispers. “Cum for me.” He says.

His name fell from your lips as you came on his cock. Bucky’s grip on the arm of the couch meant he was going to cum too.

“Fuck…” He growls, tightening his arm around your waist.

He came inside of you after a few more thrusts. His thrusts came to a slow stop. You two gazed in each other’s eyes while panting. He then leaned down, kissing you passionately. You moaned when you tasted blood on his lips.

“How do you feel now, sweetheart?” Bucky asks.

“Even more amazing now that I’m yours forever.” You answered with a smile.

“Forever.” He softly whispers.

“Forever.” You whispered back.

-Bucky’s Doll

[saiyanprincessswanie]

Eternity

Pairing: Vampire!Bucky Barnes x Female Reader 

Word Count: 2640

Summary: The moment Bucky saw you, he knew you were going to be his for Eternity.

Warnings: Vampire AU, drinking alcohol, drinking blood, smut, oral fem. 

A/N: For @avengers-assemble-bingo AA-Kinky Bingo with squares Vampire AU + “Sit on your throne.” Card (KB010)

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A/N 3: prinţesă is princess

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It was a warm night in New York City, and you were waiting to get into a new bar called The Howling Commandos. You’d heard rumors that vampires frequented this establishment and curiosity had got the best of you. The thought should have scared you, since you were human, but instead you were excited and intrigued so here you were, dressed in a short black dress and heels, ready to experience the unknown. A bead of sweat was rolling down your neck due to the heat when the bouncer’s gaze snapped to you. He smiled broadly as the wind blew your fragrance his way.

“You can go in now,” his deep, rich voice said.

You smiled back up at him, taking in his long blonde hair and rippling muscles. “Thank you.”

Walking into the bar you noticed the lighting was subdued. The whole environment was cool and laid back, something you were unused to in a bar. Looking around, you saw people drinking everything from beer to what looked to be red wine. There were couples in corners making out, which wasn’t too surprising, but some were being fed upon, which was. 

What kind of bar allows this behavior out in the open? You thought. You headed to the bar that was off to one side. Standing behind the bar were two bartenders — a short woman with flaming red hair, and a man as tall as the bouncer outside, with hair just as blonde, but cut short.  It was the guy that approached you.

“Hey, my name is Steve. I’ll be your bartender tonight,” he said, congenially

You smiled and gave him your name. “I’ll take a beer please, Steve.”

“One beer coming right up.” He grinned back at you while he grabbed a bottle, popped the top, and handed it to you. “I have to say, if you don’t mind, that your fragrance smells divine.” Steve licked his lips obviously taken with the scent of you.

“Thank you, that's very sweet of you,” you replied, not as taken aback as you thought you would be. “I’d like to start a tab, if that’s okay?”

“Don’t worry about it, it's already been paid for.” 

“Already by whom? I just got here.” You were shocked and looked around. Who already wanted to pay for your drink?

“The boss.” Steve explained, and pointed to a spot behind your shoulder. “He‘s in the back booth to the right.”

“Well, I guess I should go thank him.” You turned from the bar and walked in the direction indicated. You were nothing if not polite.

— Steve smiled as he watched you walk to his boss. He knew that Bucky could use a pick-me-up considering how grumpy he’d been recently. —

As you got closer, you noticed the brunette man sitting in the booth had hair grown to just above his shoulders and an attractive amount of scruff on his face. When you approached the table he looked up at you and his bright red eyes stared back at you, as if he was staring into your soul.

You introduced yourself. “I’m sorry to interrupt you but Steve said that you paid for my drink and I wanted to thank you. So thank you very much.”

— Bucky smirked at you as he looked you over and licked his lips. “Did he?” Bucky could smell the sweetness of your blood and swallowed abruptly. No wonder Steve sent you over. You smelled delicious. He glanced over at the bar and saw Steve give him a thumbs up. —

“A beautiful woman like yourself shouldn’t have to pay for their drink,” he remarked. “The rest of your drinks are on the house.”

”Oh my gosh, thank you… I’m sorry, what's your name?” you enquired.

“It’s Bucky. Would you like to take a seat with me, Prinţesă?” 

The way he pronounced the endearment was so sexy, and a thrill ran through you. Looking over his handsome features, you nodded. “I’d like that.” You knew he was a vampire, dangerous and deadly, but the way he looked at you made you feel desirable, something you hadn’t felt for a long time.

You made yourself comfortable in the seat across from him and smiled at him. “So you’re the man who runs this place? What made you decide on a bar like this? I mean, people are legit making out in public and feeding off humans.” You took a swig of beer.

Bucky chuckled. “I wanted a bar where people could be themselves. Indulge in their desires without being judged. So yeah, people like to make out here or have a drink. Are you a prude?”

You started to laugh. “Me a prude? I’m far from it. If I had a hot guy, I’d probably be doing the same.” You took another drink from your beer bottle. 

“So you’re single then?” Bucky asked, and you thought you could hear a hopeful note to his tone.

You nodded your head as you drank some more. “Yeah, the last guy was an asshole. Too controlling for me so I left him. What about you? You obviously have to be taken.”

Bucky shook his head. “I’m single. I haven’t dated in a very long time.”

How was this hot specimen of a man single? Just looking at him made you want to climb him like a tree.

You took yet another drink as you looked at him curiously. “How long would you say?”

Bucky smirked at you. “Feels like decades ago.”

"Decades?" You started to giggle. "You only look as though you're in your late thirties."

Bucky nodded. "What makes you think that?"

Your hands fidgeted in front of you on the table. “Honestly, I guessed. But also, you do have a few speckles of gray in your beard.” 

He gave an amused snort. “That’s a great observation. Now it’s my turn.” He looked you up and down with an assessing gaze and you struggled not to squirm in your seat. “Hhmm, I think you’re also in your thirties.”

“Good guess.” You were amazed by the perception of this handsome man in front of you.

You finished your beer and Bucky signaled the bartender for another one. This time the red-headed woman walked over and set your beer on the table. She also placed a whiskey in front of him. 

Bucky grinned at her. “Thanks, Nat.”

“Anytime, boss.” She threw him a small salute as she returned to the bar.

You took another drink and smiled at him. Though the more you stared at him, the more you wanted him. There was just something about him that drew you in. It was almost like magic.

“I have to say, doll,” Bucky said with a grin, “I’m having a good time. It’s been forever since I connected with someone so quickly.”

— Bucky could hear your heart beating a little faster — He could tell the alcohol was getting to you. His poor little lamb was a lightweight being led to slaughter. —

You drank some more to quench your seemingly endless thirst. And Bucky was right, you couldn’t deny there was a connection between the pair of you. You continued to drink as you both talked about your jobs and hobbies. The evening was going better than you’d anticipated when you’d walked in.

You got so comfortable with him you even opened up about how you’d lost both of your parents in a car accident with a drunk driver. To add insult to injury, the man, a John Walker, had gotten off on the charges because he had a previously clean record. Mad with grief and frustration, you wished for nothing except for revenge against him. The situation was helped by the fact that you had no one except a couple of friends in your life. However, they unfortunately lived in other states, which left you effectively alone in the city.

In return, Bucky told you about his family dying and how the people who work for him were his friends. You both talked about the ups and downs in your life, agreeing that life could be lonely at times.

“What I believe in, is that life is what you make of it. Even the smallest thing counts. Like you here with me now, that counts for something,” Bucky confessed as he smirked at you.

You finished your second bottle, feeling a bit tipsy. “You’re like a poet, Bucky.” You giggle for a moment, and Bucky just smiles at you.

“Hey, if you're interested, I was thinking we could take this to a private area of the bar. That way, we could get to know each other better?”

“I’d definitely like that,” you eagerly replied. Though a part of you felt nervous, you were also excited. Maybe you had a chance with him after all? You always wanted to fuck a vampire.

Bucky got out of the booth and offered his hand to you. Once on your feet, you teetered back and forth on your heels as you tried to gain your balance. Tucking your arm in the crook of his, Bucky walked you slowly to the left and down a hallway to a spacious office with a desk, chairs, and a sofa. Once you were settled on the sofa, Bucky closed the door and sat next to you.

At first all you could do was stare at one another, but then Bucky took your hand in his and smelt your wrist. You’re certain he could hear your heart speed up. He placed a kiss on your wrist and moved even closer to you.

“Can I kiss you, doll? I just have to have a taste of you,” he growled against your lips.

You took a slow, deep breath and bit your lip. “Yes. Please.” Your excitement was overflowing.

Bucky tilted your head and leant forward, capturing your lips with his. The kiss started soft and sensual. His lips moved against yours as he got his taste of you. It was you who decided to deepen the kiss, your tongue licking his lips to gain access, and he willingly obliged. Your tongues dance against one another in a display of lust. Bucky groaned into your mouth as you whimpered out your pleasure.

Suddenly, you pounced onto his lap and straddled his legs, which made your dress rise higher up your thighs. Bucky kissed you with increased intensity and you couldn’t help but moan into his mouth. You were enjoying being dominated by this man and were eager to find out what kind of lover he was.

“I need you, Bucky,” you begged as you ground down on his hardening cock.

“You already have me,” he placated you, between kisses.

You pulled away for a moment and pouted coyly at him. “I need you to fuck me like I’m yours. I need you to take what you want.”

“Oh, doll,” he replied huskily, brushing his thumb over your cheek. “You’re already mine to keep. Once you walked into this bar, I knew your fate. That we were destined to be together forever.” 

— His mind was made up. He was going to make you his queen. —

“I love the sound of that,” you purred. You knew you should be scared that he was going to turn you, but all you could think about was how it would give you the strength to get revenge on John.  But despite that, all your body wanted was to fuck this hot man in front of you, and the consequences be damned.

Your answer given, Bucky wasted no time in pushing you onto your back and pulling down your see-through black panties. He pushed your dress over your hips and licked his lips as he stared at your bared sex.  He leaned down and licked your pussy, causing you to arch up into his face. When he started to eat you out like a man starved, every flick of his tongue against your pussy had you moaning and every suckle to your clit had you whimpering for more. When Bucky pressed two fingers into you, you let out a high-pitched whine and when he curled them against that spot inside you, you came. However, despite the intensity and the laxness of your body, your mind screamed for more. You reached out towards him, making grabby hands. 

With a knowing grin, Bucky took off his shirt and pushed his pants and underwear down to his knees. His hands spread your legs further apart and he slotted himself between them. Grabbing his thick cock he pumped himself a few times before he ran the tip of himself through your arousal. Once slick enough he pushed into your sweet pussy and started pounding into you. His cock almost felt like it was going to split you in half because of how big he was. You groaned from the stretch and he started to fuck you with vigor. 

—Bucky knew he needed you. He wanted to taste the sweet blood that was pumping through your veins. —

You braced your hands on his biceps, and heard the sound of skin slapping against skin echo throughout the room. Never have you had a man so concentrated on your pleasure before and you swore you would cry happy tears later over your pussy being ruined by him. But for now, you held onto him as he went faster and harder into you.

“Say you’ll be mine for eternity.” Bucky was breathing heavily as he spoke. His fangs were exposed and ready to penetrate your neck.

“I’ll be yo-yours for ETERNITY!” You screamed out the last word as your body was taken over by another orgasm.

As the pleasure washed through you, Bucky bit into your neck, his fangs sinking in deep as he started to feed on you. 

— Bucky had never tasted something so pure and sweet in his life. The more he drained you, the slower your heartbeat got. He wanted you to be his in this lifetime and the next.— 

You knew you were dying. Your heartbeat, oh so slow and weak, was thudding in your ears. Your vision was blurred, but you could make out Bucky as he bit his wrist, making it bleed, and put it to your mouth.

“Drink for me, doll,” he urged 

You did as he said drinking the blood pooling in your mouth. The more you drank, the better you started to feel. Your body told you that you wanted — needed — more blood, so you drank and drank until suddenly, Bucky pulled his wrist away and chuckled at your disheveled look. He slipped from the clutch of your body and pulled his pants back up. 

“Here,” he said. “Let's get you straightened out.” He grabbed a cloth from his desk and wiped your neck off, making sure to remove any traces of blood.

You pulled your dress back down your body and looked around for your underwear. However, before you could grab them, Bucky bent down and pocketed them. He smirked at you before he grabbed your hand. “Now let’s get back out to the bar and order you something suited to your new taste.”

“My new taste?” You were confused by what he was saying.

“Yes, sweetheart, your taste for blood. We have some here for the vampires who visit us. Come. Let’s have Steve pour you a glass.”

You both walked out to the bar floor, hand in hand. Bucky walked to the same booth and pulled you down on his lap. “Sit on your throne, sweetheart, the world is waiting for you, for us.” Bucky nuzzled your neck. 

“For us,” you repeated. With the power you have now, you can get revenge on John and make him pay for what he’s done. Life was going to be perfect now with Bucky by your side. Now you would have companionship instead of being alone.

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[perseephoneee]

𐦍｡ 🎀 𝐹𝐼𝒞𝑀𝒜𝒮 2024 🎀 ｡𐦍

↳ masterlist ↳ ship exchange ↳ taglist ↳ ficmas 2023

yeyeyeye i'm so excited to be doing this a second year in a row <3 especially since there are now 300+ more of you than last year (absolute insanity btw). lets get this nondenominational celebration started!!

bonus: i'm going to try and include a short playlist with every story :) lets get these vibes rolling

DAY 1 Frostbite | Steve Rogers (eta. dec 1)

DAY 2 Caroling | Elijah Mikaelson (eta. dec 3)

DAY 3 Cabin Fever | Dean Winchester (eta. dec 5)

DAY 4 Mistletoe | Loki Laufeyson (eta. dec 7)

DAY 5 Decorating the Tree | JJ Maybank (eta. dec 9)

DAY 6 Christmas Tree Farm | James T. Kirk (eta. dec 11)

DAY 7 Ice Skating | Isaac Lahey (eta. dec 13)

DAY 8 Sleigh Ride | Castiel (eta. dec 15)

DAY 9 Hot Cocoa | Dean Winchester (eta. dec 17)

DAY 10 Snow Chase | Klaus Mikaelson (eta. dec 19)

DAY 11 Starlight | Peter Parker (eta. dec 20)

DAY 12 Secret Santa | Stiles Stilinski (eta. dec 21)

DAY 13 Sugar and Spice | Bucky Barnes (eta. dec 22)

DAY 14 Winter Ball | Kol Mikaelson (eta. dec 23)

DAY 15 Scarf | Isaac Lahey (eta. dec 24)

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[darkdemeter]

BOW BETWEEN MY LEGS

⚤ Vampire King!Bucky Barnes x Vampire (Queen)!Female Reader 18+ themes and smut minors dni, consumption of blood, depictions and mention of gore, violence and death, unprotected vaginal sex, female oral receiving, dom x sub (light switch) dynamic, this fic contains some sexism/misogynist themes, usage of the name "pet", I think that's it. ✎ 5.4k What lies between a woman's legs is as powerful as you can grasp the idea that you can use it to your benefit. Like any man, no male vampire can resist such a sweet and enticing prize. In your stirred want for power that you see is rightfully yours, can you turn the throne in your favour and force the dark majesty who turned you to his knees?

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The first kill is always the messiest. 

It’s a floating rumour among the commoners and courts that you’ve murdered ten king-husband’s on the night of your wedding. This is the eleventh. Each one with a throat torn and ripped open, guts assembled as a strangling corset around the waist and his heart missing… supposedly eaten. The maids would lay awake all night, pale and sickly as they listened to the darkened hymn of your giggles in the chamber above, followed by the drawled, pleasured moans of a consort receiving her master’s reward upon the very bloodstained sheets of her impure marital bed. Compliant to his schemes, wedded to his sensuous appetite and solely ordained to share his bed.

But now you hunger for the power he has taken for himself. Every kingdom he has come to rule over was because of you. You seduced your way through the courts and harems of kings, enslaved yourself to their foolish and mortal desires - pathetic wants of the flesh that left you unsated - and then presented yourself at the altar many a time to pledge your undying love. 

You have a treasure trove of gold and gems, accessories presented in proposal coffers and made in falsely forged promises of eternity. The only eternity was this one, with your master. The only one that kept you for himself, who adored and praised every inch of your body with awarded pleasures. He, who scorned and scarred you in passionate agony whenever you disobeyed him. 

This sudden whim of yours to act out disobedience is one he will tolerate no longer. A pet off its leash, a naughty and spiteful creature who’s collar he will reshackle a hundred times over to strangle some belonging sense into you. A correctional statement is what is needed. And you have forced his hand to command it so. 

Limbs of misty silk crawl along the floor, free to flow from the tapering veil of your gown where your breasts lift in a form meant to flaunt your provocative nature. From the golden rim of your goblet, you savour the taste of the tainted wine your kind dine to drink. 

A crimson smear paints a glistening spot on your lips and your tongue laps to suckle on the sustaining juices. The night is cool but it’s barely felt on your skin anymore. The moon, full and pale, casts a halo so bright that it bathes your form as you stand in the balcony’s doorway.

The fluttery garb of your gown falters down the slope of your shoulders, loosening at its silken belt to reveal your nakedness to the gust of wind. It is one pulled stronger to sweep over the ocean like a hurricane, through the coastal region where you had set your sight upon to conquer; to claim. But it seems not for long. Like everything you have, that you are, he wants. 

The wind has a voice, low and hollow like a haunting whisper. He appears in the chambers in a whirling spire of blackened mist, his body taking presence as a physical manifestation before your very stance. He looms as a tall silhouette that drowns out the moonlight, showering you beneath his powerful aura. You recall a time, before this stroke of independence, when you would sink to your very knees before him, eager to sate his carnal desires in the bloodied parlor of your slain king and promised love. To be commended for your work in succeeding his reign further over the kingdoms. To have the fanged venom of his undead disease riddle and writhe within your already alive corpse, to relive the sublime surrender in the midst of your orgasmic pleasure; one he ruthlessly denied you until you proved your loyalty to him. His darling pet, so sweet and so obedient to him. So pathetically wanting of all he would give you. 

Your lips pull to form a thin smirk of revile, his deadly glare condemning your lack of sincerity towards him. Within the intense luminance of his blue, ocean eyes, he undresses you with his gaze. 

Further adding to your insult, you act as though to bow before him, only to turn away as your shoulder addresses him coldly. “So, you’ve finally come to applaud my efforts, my liege?” 

His body stiffens, shoulders molded harshly into a damning intensity. “Is that how you dare speak to me?”

His head shifts on a sharpened axis to look at you, to follow your leisurely movements. Your bare feet pad along with a skinned, muffled pound as if weightless to this world. The thin body of your goblet stays between the bed of your fingers, tilting back and forth lazily. You tire of his growled threats. At least, you thought you did. You always do enjoy the roughened, dark demeanor of his commanding tone. 

With a sensual, teasing hum, you retort back, “It is.”

Beneath the baritone drum of another growl, beastly and dangerous, you continue in your saunter. Your eyes linger on the drapings of the stained bed, a grotesque display of a night creature’s artwork. His blood is no virgin’s, but it would do. The allure of such a pure taste drove you insanely blissed. What you would do for some in your goblet instead.

As if to see the nature of your grim, inner turmoil, your prior master moves towards you with a silent ease. Unheard but he is sensed.

His body stands close now, gracing the curve of your shoulder. He has this way that makes you feel alive again, like that virtuous, naive bride. The way his hand felt against you that first night, serpentine and slithering up to knead at your untouched breasts, squeezing them in his clawed grasp only to then wind around the column of your neck. 

“Turn to me,” he beckons you with a voice soothing and deep. Indeed, his hand is still as intoxicating. Your eyes fill with a heaviness and you turn to face him. He tips your chin to his desired angle and he leans his lips down to ghost over yours. 

“Open…”

Much like your first feeding, such a surreal and visceral hunger you’d felt in that time, long ago, the moment your lips lock together his tongue forces through the pass of yours, driving them further open. You moan highly and tilt back on your heel only for his hands to catch you, dragging your hips to meet his that desperately roll, arching them to spread to his welcome again. Goblet of blood abandoned with a cluttering fall, your arms find purchase as they always have around his shoulders, your nails scratch a trail that marks your claim. 

The lengthy tendril of his tongue shapeshifts with the disconnecting growth of his jaw, gums extending forward, allowing his mouth and gullet to expand and pour forth a pitcher of blood into your mingling kiss. You greedily lap with your tongue at the addictive flavour of virgin’s blood he graciously delivers to you. You almost falter into his hold completely, barely able to keep yourself upright and his arms circle around your waist, pulling you tight against him as he deepened the kiss. 

You purr into the cavernous depth of his mouth and he groans, not yet letting you go when he feels you begin to pull away with the large form of his palm pressing to the back of your head. No, there is still more to give you. There is still more blood to offer you, to feed you with. You must be starving, his dear and lost little pet. Most likely alone in the company of your bed, yearning for him.

His hips continue to grind against your core, eliciting that dark excitement he strives to rekindle within you, lustful in his advancement to retake you. 

He withdraws from the kiss, his tongue slowly licking over the sated roof of your mouth and over the purse of your top lip. 

“Be a good pet now and come back to me,” he purrs with a deepened rumble, smirking. 

You tut at him with a scolding glare as you immediately swat at his wandering hands that grope you and he releases you with a hiss. His intention to seduce you with the potent feed was close to breaking you, you may admit — invading your mind like a perving perfume  — but he would have to do better than that to lure you back into his dark embrace. He would have to offer something more than just blood and sex.

What you want is what was rightfully owed to you. 

You’ve wandered from his reach and your spine rings with that delectable sense that his blackened soul reaches out to drag you back into his grasp. To feel the deepening desire of his want for you. To know that he lusts for you after all this time. 

It’s empowering. 

And it is power you will use to your advantage. 

“Pet.” He warns you with a low tone of voice like a wrathful hum of thunder. You mock him back with a slight tilt of your chin, “My King.” You bare a crimson-stained smile of teeth and elongated fangs as you move your fingers sensuously slow over your lips to wipe the gathered dabbing of blood away. 

Your voice is a sunken purr, a provoking line delivered with a silken and soft cadence that hints at your powerful sensuality, given the way you see the azure bloom in his eyes brighten. 

The way he obviously stirs in the deep recess where his soul should be, where a man’s blood should run hot and heart beats fast. When your eyes only drift further down do you catch the heavy weight of his cock straining against his garments. Vampires may no longer be that of the living, but there are phantom semblances their bodies still cling to. An attachment of one’s life before. 

And the imposing stature of his cock standing erect, the one and very same you’ve trained yourself earnestly for millennia to take every inch of, is one of those semblances he’s clung onto all this time. 

He sneers with a beveled glare, “Cease this becoming of your petty nature and surrender yourself to me. I created you. You serve me.”

“That was when you took advantage of a silly, girl commoner who hadn’t an ounce of status in her life before.” Your objection is sharp to cut in. You come to stand before him, your hand moving to curl at the aroused pitch between his legs, smirking when he groans. “Since then I’ve acquired the taste of power… and I want more.”

He shakes his head with a bared snarl. “You wouldn’t know what to do with such power if you had it.” His hand snatches hold of your wrist and pulls you to press against him, earning a hitched gasp from you. “You're still just a silly woman whose place is better served beneath me.”

“Is that what you want to believe now that you see me retake everything from you?”

His eyes diverge from their scornful path, flickering down to gaze at the sinful way your lips move, allured by the empty promise of meeting them with his own in another heated kiss. And then you’re gone. Like a flame snuffed out by a sweeping draft, each withdrawing step you take away from him, your hips sway with a delightful bounce. 

When he turns to face you, you’re suddenly taking action to seat yourself on the luxurious lounge of his deceased majesty’s chaise. 

“You think I’m threatened by you?”

Your posture leans back, the draw of your silken dressing gown is draped loosely, falling down your shoulders and yielding quite easily to show your body. “I know you are.”

His words come out as a thick rasp. “Why are you doing this?” 

“You mean other than to cause you pain? Anguish?” Your head tosses back with a cruel, viscous laugh that bounces off the chamber’s stone walls. “I never meant to be cruel, but you left me no choice, my love. I do it because I want to see the turmoil in your eyes as you watch everything I have given you slip away; I want to see in your eyes the realisation that without me… you would have nothing.”

“A woman in power is dangerous,” he drawls, hand running over the stubble of his jaw slowly. 

Again, you cut in objectively. Your shoulders rise and drop with a huff, rumpling the folded brim of your robe to flatly dip lower over your breasts. “A woman in power is something you desire but not dare admit lest your own power be challenged. It’s why you’ve not taken me as your queen.”

“Ah,” he huffs in curt reply. The sound is dryly cynical, abhording the admittance in your statement. It’s his turn to favour feigned ignorance behind such a haughty announced noise, to hide the truth you already know too well. 

“As if I’d any intention of elevating your station within my court. Surely none would then suspect the favouritism I harbour for you already, what with the reserving of my bed for you alone… the personal feedings…”

He dares to make a mocking spectacle of his generosity. 

Beneath the snide of a coiled hiss, you say coldly, “It is a king’s duty to uphold the well being of his subjects and his realm. A good king deals with… the reservation of his bed and his personal feedings with a humble nod and smile. A bad king… tsk tsk,” you shake your head with the piercing click of your tongue. “That is certainly how a revolt occurs within the court.”

It wasn’t your fault that you craved more monogamous partnership from your king. Had you not worked yourself, bent yourself over and backwards to give him all you had? Every night you’d moan through your screams as he stretched you open, rawly taking you on the spear of his length until you cried a veiny river of tears. Bliss was it not as painful? 

To his every wish, you fulfilled it. Every dynasty he sought to rule over you set yourself upon it. The ladies you slaughtered, the ragged and alluring woman you portrayed yourself to be to ensnare the honour of mortal kings or the seductive muse within his lordship’s harem. The sting of tears on your wedding day shed not in your joy to spend your days beside your sire, but because furthermore, you realise you remain a puppet on her strings; at the tethered whim of a master. 

He scoffs at the notion that anyone in his court would dare rise up against him. More so he leers at you with this tainted ire, a darkened aura that compels you to obey his command. “You act as though I have not granted your endless desires. What could I possibly have denied you so that turned you against me?”

“Besides the still indebted orgasms?”

At that, he visibly stiffens at the burly muscle of his shoulders. The hardness causes his paled complexion to ripple, writhing with a course of venomous sinew and veins that runs through him. 

King John by no means would have meant you good but at least you would have had power. Something every commonor vied for. The lidded underbelly of your eyes raise to squint narrowly at your dark liege. Your body contorts to sit upright, leaning forward in a way that is rigged. Fragmented drapes of hair fall forward with a framed depiction over your brow. “All my life I have been at the whim of someone else. It’s my turn now.”

“And if I refuse to grant you what you want, pet?”

“Don’t you dare deny me!” The whites of your eyes become drowned with scarlet as a flare of gold takes over your irises. Your voice seethes with a venomous hiss. “I was meant as your consort! I am owed this, Buchanan. There is a debt to be paid.”

He tuts you with a coy raise of his brow and smirk on his lips. He has you riled, just as he wants you. He walks to you with a leisured step each announcing his powerful authority. His clawed thumb and forefinger take hold of your chin to tilt it up, forcing your eyes to meet his.

“I should have known you’d take to power once you had a taste. You wouldn’t remain that humble, silent woman in my court.”

Your throat rolls with a thick swallow, eyes pouncing with that scarlet aura. “I developed under your command, did I not? I thrived and did all you asked of me. So long as I’m given what is rightfully mine, I shall remain at your side.”

“You turned into a right bitch is what you developed into,” he snorts. When the wavering kink in his brow twitches, it hints that he sees no humour pass through you. Your hardened eyes are sternly upon him, the scarlet hue fading and the golden rings dim back into the coloured irises. 

“What is to happen if I refuse, Y/N?”

Reforming the delicate etiquette of your hair, fashioning it orderly as you rise from your seat, the robe dismantles its remaining hold around you. Your breasts allure him with a dangerous game as he stares fondly, the blackened shade of his pupils blown wide in his stare. You fix with effort the twisting etch of a smirk onto your lips. 

Quickly, you arch your head forward and lick a glistening streak up the bared scape of his chest, the muscles constrict tightly, alerted. Aroused. 

“Then coming here for me was pointless.”

Who are you to tell him that anything he does is pointless? How dare you call into question his pride? 

The assaulting bite between the clench of his teeth is revolting, a seething sentiment that you have sored him - wounded his ego by notching that sneaky, clever little blade you call wit into the unbeating deadness of his heart. 

Your naked form drifts past him and towards the bed with an elegant saunter and hips that sway with a pronounced accent, the beautiful locks of your hair that mist and ghost your features as a veil bounce as you move. His eyes follow you as slow moving orbs that reverb with a shaken essence, watching you slope in your descent to sit at the bed’s end. 

Around you, the world is taken by a facade as the air bends back and forth, the moonlight flittering through it like a sudden and exploding burst of starlight. No longer does he stand in the trespass of the murdered king but instead his own throne room, alone besides you and him. 

You’re no longer seated on the filth of a stranger man’s bed but instead, astride his grand and looming throne. Even for him, he knows his breath would have hitched in his lungs at the sight before him. Never before has he seen anything more dominating. Sinfully divine. 

Exotic. 

Coy, you adjust yourself in a way to purposefully allure to the form of your breasts pushing together, crossing one leg over the other to hide the glisten of your cunt from him and the regal possession of power you exude. 

“You mean to tell me you’ve never wondered what I’d look like, seated on your throne, you kneeling before me…” 

Even the beginnings of your twisted mingle between lustful fantasy and vie for power, you visibly shift. “…Your lips tasting me — devouring me — as I moan and arch myself like… this?”

The incline of your spine forces your breasts to bounce a little that has Buchanan’s eyes taken completely by the blackness, barely able to find the shade of blue within them as he stalks towards you before he stops, hesitant. 

“Or like this?” You gasp aloud, acting as if you can already feel him deep inside you, shifting yourself into a new position but still keeping your legs relatively closed, concealing just how needy you are for him. 

The pleasurable doting of his tongue parting your soft, delicate lips and dancing through the velvet slick of your cunt until he strikes that spot inside of you that has you pleasantly writhing. The sweet, succulent bloom to suffuse you once more. 

His lips part with a trembling swallow, sucking desperately to air he longer feels — no longer needs. What he does need is you.

“Dragă…” His chest falls with an empty excuse and his voice quivers, on the verge of his breaking point. His final resolve of control is crumbling and it’s yielding to you. 

His eyes behold you with a level of admiration you have naught but seen since your awakening. A greatness of marvel flashing in the clearer shine of his bright blue eyes, gleefully serene and covered by a dark delight. 

He commits the sight of you on his throne to memory, searing it to his mind before the facade can falter, disbanding his newly found obsession. 

With one single step towards you, your lips tighten into a coy purse. You roll your hips to shift your leg off the other and lean back, promising him a glean if he but steps closer; if he submits to you.��

He takes another step forward, followed by another and so on until he stands there, moving to lean over you like the darkness of the towers that loomed high above you so long ago. The dreamy capture of something so grand and powerful. 

But he’s stopped suddenly. The gracious perch of your foot hinders him, keeping him like a dog on a leash. A low growl reverberates off his tongue, snide and recoiling. Your throat chokes around a single-noted chuckle as you then push him back with the offending bareness of your foot, smirking when you see realisation come upon his brow like an ill fitted crown. He slowly, and with no power to compel otherwise, he begins to fall to his knees. 

With a tone curt with authority and spread of your legs to reveal your glistening core, you command, “Bow between my legs.”

A tart sound is a delicious poison on his tongue. You wish to devour it like the sweetness of blood. 

He gives in just as his knees brace him.

“I’ll do anything for you, my temptress,” he sighs, lips grazing the skin of your inner thigh with a savouring curse, “that and more, just please—”

You snatch hold of his jaw. An action he has done to you many times before, a physical measure of ceasing control over you, but now the game has changed, and he is at your whim now.

He is at your control now. He is your puppet to work on the strings, plucking and pulling tighter and tighter until he can naught but never escape your web. 

“You want this?” You ask him with a voice silken and ominously tender. He nods, his stubbled jaw tensing in your iron grasp. 

“You want me?” Again, he nods, his throat agape with an audible hiss. “Yes.”

That isn’t good enough for you. His eyes swell with a darkened glaze, the gentle melded ring lining the rim of his waterline as he pants like a starved beast. Your hand drifts back to wrangle him at the locks of his dark hair, scolding him harshly when he tried to plant his head between your thighs. His fangs bare with a strained growl.

You snarl beneath the shadow of a glare, “Then give me what is mine.”

“My Queen…”

You let out a small, toying coo and release him. His head immediately bows and his tongue on your delicate pearl has your spine arched beautifully, a moan once buried so deep down brought to the surface. You ease yourself with a roll of your hips and his hands find purchase there, holding you to him as he feverishly devours your cunt. He groans, bloodthirsty, he moans, entranced and drunken off your taste. His lips fold around your, drinking you in and his tongue teases your clit in long strokes and teasing dabs with its poised tip. 

Each languid motion makes your cold skin vibrate and the deadened core inside you churn with the pleasurable abyss. Your song of moans fills his ears with a beautiful orchestra, far more alluring than any creature he’s ever known. 

He pulls you forward to force his tongue deep inside you, invading the sanctum of your lower lips that ooze with your slick. You cannot help but chuckle, the sound a low and beating echo. How hungry he is to forfeit half his claim, a divide in his power in order to appease you. 

Whether he admits it now or later, he would have nothing without you. 

His tongue penetrates you with a sharpened edge that feels as though he cuts you internally, pulling forth a pleasured whine from you and your lower back rises higher. He growls at the sound, so beautiful and harmonic, laced with sensual want. You gasp and mewl, mortal breath having no place in your lungs but the root of it still remains just as the flow to his cock does. 

The glamourous vow of your lustful inhales and blissful exhales, all in whining tandem to succeed your euphoria; that is your treacherous semblance. 

Your hands tug and rake at the scalp of his head, ringing tightly to him as your legs quiver against him, curling. Your moans grow louder, become sired lyrics that break into a shattering as his tongue strikes you inward like lightning touching ground. Your world becomes hollow for a moment and instead of the purity of white to cover your vision, you’re thrusted into a blur of murky black. Spirals of dripping red bleed into view, slowed entirely into a near status of stillness, the buzzing hum of something baritone fades just as quickly as it’s heard. 

Unlike the winery of finer bloods, meant to be sipped and savoured, he displays a ravenous appetite for the spoils of your release. He groans between the tremble of your thighs that lock him there, tongue pulling and stroking in longer caresses against your hot, constricting walls.

Upon the retreat of his mouth against your hot, tempered core, you miss the connection of his lips on you. How you could have him between your thighs for milenia. But there is plenty of time for that, the thought brings a smirk to grace the twisted lines of your lips. 

He kisses with a darker tender to your thighs, each one a defined print on your skin. His tongue occasionally sweeps over your clit, eliciting an excited drawl from you and a shudder of your hips that causes him to smirk himself. 

His eyes gaze at you with a prowling nature. It is one that hunts you. 

You bask in the way he stares at you, with admiration and aroused ire. You love it to a sickening degree that would put the most spiteful spirits to shame. 

“Shall I grant you another, my Queen?” he asks, words mumbled between a humming crawl of a moan and his lips being fused to your cunt. With a confirming nod, you make an audible sound. 

“Yes… you have plenty still to give me.”

“Then I will begin here.”

In sync with the movement of his lips taking hold around you, his long fingers work to push aside your glistening folds. His claws rip and shred, almost tugging something inside of you as if to beckon you. Your gasps of pleased alarm become worn and ragged, cut into shortened tufts for phantom breath. His tongue and thumb roll with a teasing circlet over your clit, going slow then faster, and then slower again. 

He has you cumming again and choking on a moan before you realise it, before you can enjoy the climax of its build and you’re dragged back into the void of that pleasure. Each orgasm he pulls from you is a sin forgiven and there are many he atones for. But those are just from his mouth and fingers alone. 

By the time he’s delivered unto you several releases, he stands and looks down at you. A stunning corpse that writhes, smoothed to the silken drapes of the delicate fabrics. Was there truly anything more sweeter than to see you undone by your lust?

He’s always found you endearing. When he’d find you dryly dragging and rolling your hips into the silky pillows of his bed, thrashing violently in need of him. How he’d come to your aid swiftly, smothering you in his dark embrace — his shadow — so comforting and powerful and he would pound with such aggression into you that you could barely contain your screams. 

You too remember with a certain fondness, a noted sadness of those times. Even now, you reminisce as he turns you, priming you to the angle which he could sink himself to his large entirety. Propped up, his hands cover the globes of your arse, marvelling with a loosened chuckle.

“I’ve missed you, dragă,” he purrs with a touch of edge to his voice. 

“You’d better,” you retort. Another chuckle rumbled within his chest, tickling your spine as he grinds his navel into the small of your back, smearing your juices along his girthy shaft. 

His hips shove with a sturdy gate and he sighs aloud. Your body welcomes the intrusion that comes into you, splitting you apart so deliciously it borders on the stray of agony. A favourite addiction, a blended mix between the beauty of pain and the horror of something good. 

His pace is set ruthlessly and he anchors his weight so that he has you, pounding into you viciously. The sound of your skin slapping together in a brutal meeting pulls a string of moans between the two of you to share, each one underlined by a whispered praise. 

“So—nhhg… good.”

“A-ah, missed this—” His hips thrust harder against you as his hands grope at you with possessive need. His weight shoves you deep into the mattress, the boards of a mortal bed made of wood and luxury sheets creak and squeal and rumple with tiring energy. 

But you are not yet done. Not by any means. For many days and nights you could go on like this, lost in the intoxication of each other’s touch, fingers crawling and tongues tasting all sorts of sours and sweets. 

Your bodies locked in an intimate stronghold, devoted to defiling the other. It can happen. It has happened, the old fashioned term calling such devious occasions mating balls. 

You moan with a stutter, calling his name as your fingers claw and rip the sheets apart. His fangs scratch the nape of your neck, stirring within you those feelings you tried to keep down. The resurface of a pleading pet who understood her place beneath him.

You are his pet. You are his queen. A unique combination, a passive yet resistive opposite to his dance. 

He pushes a hand firmly to the crest of your belly, feeling the bulge that flexes there, slinking in and out with rapid succession. His lips turn into a deformed and fanged grin. 

“You enjoying my cock? Hm? You missed me, didn’t you?”

You nod with a curt hiss, arching until your hips meet his next thrust. “Yes…”

“We’re good for one another.”

“Y-yes…”

“I’m going to give you another.”

“Yes!”

He knows that tone. That impatient drawl that teeters on the verge of a scream he hears in his dreams with a smile. On his cock, your walls tighten around him like a vice, claiming him to remain buried deep inside you as you revel in his essence. His lips lay a cascade of worshipping kisses to your skin, chilling you as you near the void’s embrace; ready to become one with it — with him again. 

“Will you be my Queen and consort?”

“Yes!” You choke out a sob just as your walls grip around him and are flooded by the final orgasm that is owed to you, his cock faring no better before he spills his seed inside of you, swelling you with his claim. A claim that only a king has over his queen. Your body is pulled flush to his, where vampyric skins meet, laying against each other like two tombstones bound in eternal, undying unity. Much like how you will be seated on his throne, he seats you atop his cock, his arms caging you in the confinement you once discovered imprisoned you.

Now he makes you feel whole again. He treasures you with praises, vowing between each blooded kiss and forceful thrust of his hips, that you are now his equal.

Indeed, you have made your king bow between your legs. Right where he belongs. 

THANKS FOR READING!

✎ a note from the author, Decided to try out a bit of a new formatting.

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Marvel: Bloodlust

Bucky Barnes Masterlist

Pairings: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Description: Bucky finds her in a cell after Tony 'saved' her, she's a vampire and she's hot.. So naturally he lets her out, gives her the tour of the Avengers Compound and then they fuck. Hard. They're definitely in love after saying one sentence to each other.

(Hi I suck at summaries, I'm real proud of this fic, I adore it, so I'd really like it if you read it, and told me you liked it too ;)

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Blood, Vampire cutting their own wrist, Blood drinking from both vampire and human, bloodplay, smut, oral, idiots in love

Words: 8,898

One Shot - But one day I may carry this on

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I was 'saved'... Saved wasn't really the right word, 'taken'? Yeah that feels better. I was taken from Hydra, my home, I mean I did hate it, Hydra were monsters, but I was taken by the all popular, amazing Tony Stark.. Dickhead. I was taken from Hydra and thrown in a cell, Tony called me a monster, a creature.. He wasn't wrong, but he didn't have to be a dickhead... I bared my fangs at him, my red eyes not moving away from him, not trusting his movements, he could kill me.. He probably would.. He watches me from outside the glass cell I was in, the lights were off so I was partially hidden in the shadows. Another person walked into the room outside the cell, he didn't look at me. 

"Thanks for coming Barnes" Stark spoke, I watched this second man, ready for his cruel words, his eyes met mine and I felt my lips curling up slightly. He was cute, enjoyable to look at...There was something similar about him.. 

"Are they speaking?" Barnes asks. 

"Not to me, a lot of hissing and that's about it" Stark spoke, throwing another glare my way. 

"The Blood Soldier? That's their name?" Barnes asked, his head shaking slightly, I growled, that was not my name. That was Hydra's stupid name for me. 

"Looks like it, I thought I was saving a random girl... She's plays the sweet act too well" Stark spoke. I rolled my eyes, I was sweet... just not to dickheads. "She's completely insane" He adds. I hiss at his words. 

"You don't know what kind of shit she went through at Hydra Tony.. Give her a break" Barnes spoke, his voice smooth and calm. I smile a little, but then bare my fangs at Stark again, another hiss leaving my lips. 

"See! This is what I'm talking about!" Stark yells, I roll my eyes, a small smile on my lips as I watched Barnes, he watched me, his eyes curious. It clicked why I thought he looked familiar. He stepped forward nearly pressing himself against the cell. 

"How are you feeling?" Barnes asks, his voice calm and caring, unlike Stark's. 

"Thirsty" I answer, glaring at Stark. My throat burned, I needed blood, preferably his.. 

"I'll go get you water" Barnes speaks, smiling a little at me. 

"I don't need water" I hissed.

"What do you need?" Barnes asks, I was happy for him to do the talking instead of Stark. 

"Blood" I answered politely to Barnes. He takes a deep breath and then turns to Stark, asking him to leave, Stark seemed put out but left, throwing one last glare at me. I wave sarcastically as he leaves. Barnes chuckles a little, he stood facing me, his body opposite mine. I watch him curiously, I've never had someone act...kind to me before. I glare at him, my red eyes a strong contrast to his blue eyes. 

"That glare you have on your face, it's cute" He teases, I arch my eyebrow, confused.

"Cute...not a word that has been used to describe me.. I know your name though" I tease back, smirking. 

"What makes you think so?" He asks, his lips form a little frown. 

"Because I know you are the Winter Soldier" 

"Not quite.. Not anymore, I usually go by Bucky now" He grins, his eyes sadder than his lips. 

"We were never unfrozen at the same time.. But I remember seeing you in your cryostasis chamber" I say. He leans forward, his eyes swimming with curiosity. 

"Is that so?" 

"Yeah, I thought you looked so cute" I smirk "Think I can come out of this cell?" I ask, my tongue licking over my fangs. 

"Are you going to be on your best behavior?" Bucky asks, his face shouting serious. 

"For you? Yes" I smirk. 

"Good answer" He smirks, stepping over to the control panel, he presses a few buttons and the cell door flies open. I smirk and stalk out of the cell, I step towards him, standing in front of him, just far away enough to not be touching. He was smirking at me, his eyes laced with caution and curiosity. 

"You don't even know what I am.. Yet you trust me enough to allow me out of the cell" I speak, my voice sounding unlike myself, I had never had someone trust me before, it was a fun feeling. 

"True, but I have a feeling you won't try to escape" He answers, his voice husky, but soft. Bucky's eyes were trailing over my face, stopping when he sees my fangs. He didn't look scared, more fascinated. 

"Oh yeah? Why are you so sure of that?" I ask. 

"Because you look more cute than hostile.. I like your fangs" He smiles, his eyes not moving from my fangs. 

"Thanks cutie, I like em' too" I smirked, baring them to him so he could really have a look. His cheeks blush slightly. 

"Do you do anything else other than being cute and having fangs?" He asks, I smirk, it was a little cheesy, but I liked it. 

"Oh you're a charmer, aren't ya?" I asked. 

"I could say the same about you" He chuckles, his eyes looking me up and down. 

"Baby..." I smirk "I'm really thirsty" I looked up at him through my eye lashes, hoping he'd let me go find someone to drink from.

"Thirsty for what exactly?" He asks, I chuckle a little, men could be so dumb sometimes. Even the cute ones. 

"You haven't worked out what I am, have you?" I ask, smirking, taking a step closer to him.

His eyes moved over my body, stopping at my red eyes, and then to my fangs. I didn't know how many vampires were in the world, not many, and we didn't mingle with humans, not unless we needed a drink. But overall vampires were myth and legends. 

"You're a vampire aren't you?" He asks. 

I nod "Yeah, doesn't that scare you?" 

He paused, looking thoughtful for a second, I smirked, he didn't look scared, he hadn't looked at me in fear the entire time we'd been talking. 

"Nope, not one bit"

"Hmm weird"

"Weird how?" He asks.

"Usually people are scared" I answer, his blue eyes looking into mine, I blinked a little, feeling like I could definitely get lost in them. 

"I don't find you scary" Bucky smirks, taking a step closer to me. He wasn't much taller than me, but I still had to look up through my eyelashes to stare at his perfect eyes. 

"Aren't you cute...look Bucky, I'm real thirsty" I say, my throat and the smell of his blood driving me insane. My fangs ached with want. 

"Thirsty for blood, I'm guessing"

"Yeah" I grin. He chuckled "You can use me for blood"

"Oh.. shit.. really? You sure?" I ask, humans were never willing to let a vampire drink from them. 

"Yeah doll, I don't mind, bite me" He smirks, his eyes darkening. I smirk and move closer to him, my body pressed against his now, I take his jaw in my hand, my long black fingernails lightly pressing into his skin, I moved his head to lean, showing his neck to me. From the corner of my eye I could see Bucky blushing. I lean forward pressing my lips to his neck.

"Just so you know, this is gonna feel real good for you" I smirk, pressing another kiss to his neck. Humans willing to let vampires drink from them would feel euphoric from the bite. 

"I'll look forward to it" He whispers, his throat humming with every kiss I press to his skin. I finally sink my teeth into his skin, his sweet blood filling my mouth, my hands move to his collar pulling him close to me, Bucky moaned, his body rutting against mine, he held onto my hips, holding me tight. I drank more, hoping no one would walk in. Bucky continued to let out quiet moans, his legs shaking slightly against me, probably feeling weak. I stopped drinking and started licking the wound to close and heal it. 

"It's alright baby, you hold onto me" I smirk as his body slumps against mine, his arms wrapped around me, holding onto me tightly as his legs wobbled. He looked at me and smiled, his eyes glossed over. 

"Y..Yeah that definitely felt good"

"I can make you feel better baby, you just gotta trust me" I whisper, my lips dangerously close to his. 

"I trust you" He whimpers, his legs buckling slightly, I lift my wrist and use my nail to nick the skin letting my blood trickle down my arm, I hold my wrist to Bucky's lips. "Drink a little" 

Bucky's eyes widen but he does as told, opening his lips to lap at the blood seeping from my wound on my wrist.

"Good boy" I whisper, knowing my blood would be healing him, making him feel so much better. He drank more, his eyes closing as he drank from me, I could see the colour come back to his face as he did, the wound on my wrist healed up so I pulled away, I look to his neck seeing the wound was completely healed over, a scar of my teeth etched into his skin making me smirk and feel warm in my stomach. 

"That feels much better" He smiles. 

"You've got a scar on your neck from me, hope that's okay" I smirk. 

"I love that" He grins, I cock my head looking at him confused, he was something else. 

"Stark's gonna make you put me back in that cell yaknow" I frown. 

"Yeah I know.. He was very reluctant to let you out" He chuckles, wrapping his arms around mine again, pulling me closer to his body. 

"You won't let him, will you baby?" I ask, leaning forward to press my lips to his cheek. 

"Not a chance. You're staying with me and I don't care what Tony has to say." He answers firmly. 

I giggle "That's what I wanted to hear" 

Bucky chuckled, moving closer to nuzzle his cheek against mine "You don't have to worry about being put back in that cell, I will fight Tony if I have too"

"How about you give me the tour of the famous Avengers Compound?" I ask, wanting to be far away from the cell. He smirked at me and took my hand in his. He began to lead me out from the room. 

"I'll give you the tour doll, but you have to behave" His eyes twinkling at me. 

"Like I said, for you, I will, unless you ask me to behave" I smirk. 

"Now there's a thought" He grins, I giggle pulling his hand close to my body as we walked through the building. He lead me down a hallway and I could hear voices somewhere close. 

"You know something? You're really cute. It's actually making it difficult to focus on the tour" He grins, pulling me flush to the side of his body. 

"Do I get to meet the Avengers cutie?" I ask. Bucky chuckled at my question, he stopped walking and faced me. 

"I can introduce you, but like I said, you gotta be on your best behaviour" He smirked, a playful glint in his eyes. He reached up to give me a light tap on the nose as he speaks. 

"I'll be good" I smile. 

He took my hand again and pulled me down the hallway into a huge room with a large group of people, I smiled a little, trying not to show my fangs as I did, I held Bucky's hand a little tighter, I licked my lips subconsciously, worried Bucky's blood would still be on my lips, it was. My eyes darkened as I saw Stark, anger fueling me, I didn't let go of Bucky's hand and lunge for him like I wanted too. 

"You're letting her wander the compound Barnes?" Stark snapped, his eyes on mine, not Bucky's. I hiss a little, my fangs baring at him.

"Relax Stark, she's not going to hurt anyone, she told me she'd behave" Bucky answered, stepping slightly in front of me. 

"Yeah Stark" I sneer. 

"We can't trust her word alone" Stark snapped. Another man stood, Captain America, that's who it was, I had seen him before, he smiled gently to me, confusing me a little. 

"Calm down Tony, I'm sure we have nothing to worry about, and I trust Bucky's word, therefore I trust her" Captain America spoke. I smiled a little at his words. Bucky's hand tightened around mine.

"She's a vampire!!" Stark snapped, so he had guessed it "We can't just 'trust' her with free reign of the compound"

I lean forward, closer to Bucky, my lips brushing against his ear as I spoke "Bucky...Stark's making it real hard to behave" I felt Bucky shiver as I spoke, he chuckled a little and spoke quietly so only I could hear him "I know, but don't let him get to you, just ignore him"

"I'll try baby" I whisper, my lips kissing his ear as I glare at Tony. Bucky turned away from Stark, looking at me, he pointed out everyone in the room and told me their name, the person smiling nervously, or saying hello to me as Bucky spoke their name. 

"And this punk here is my best friend, Steve" Bucky grins, slapping Steve on the back. I noticed a few scared looks, it was expected, I was the scary vampire, I could kill them all. 

"Okay now introductions are done, I'll continue with the tour" Bucky smiled sweetly at me. It made me feel dizzy inside, I had never felt like this about a human, especially one I had just met. Bucky began to lead us away when Stark stepped forward in front of him. 

"Hold it.. Barnes, can I speak with you, alone?" Stark asked, I rolled my eyes, glaring at him. 

"It's okay, you go talk" I smile, sitting down next to Steve. Bucky gave me a soft smile and walked away with Tony, stepping out of the room, shutting the door. 

"Hey don't mind Tony, he can be a bit much" Steve speaks, smiling at me. I shrugged "Wonder what they're talking about?" I smirked, knowing full well what they were talking about. 

"Probably telling Bucky to put you back in that cell" Steve answers, a small frown on his lips. 

"Probably" I giggle "Think I'll go listen" I smirk skipping over to the door, hearing exactly what they were saying. 

Tony and Bucky continued to chat in the hallway, I listened carefully to their words. 

"I'm telling you, I do not want that vampire roaming the halls of my compound" Tony spat. 

"She's not dangerous Tony, just give her a chance" Bucky spoke, I smiled at his words. 

"She is dangerous, don't think I didn't spot the scar on your neck!" Tony snapped 

"That is none of your business Stark!" Bucky growled. 

"Oh come on.. How much blood did she take?" 

"She took a fair bit of my blood Tony, so what? I let her" Bucky answered. I licked my lips thinking of his blood on my tongue. I heard Stark groan when Bucky mentioned me drinking his blood. 

"Fuck Barnes! How can you be so careless? Didn't you think of the risk, letting her drink your blood? What if she took too much?" 

"You're exaggerating, she's not a bloodthirsty monster, she stopped before I felt too weak, she near when to stop!" Bucky snapped. 

""She's a vampire! Her instincts are going to kick in sooner or later and she'll cause a problem, you wait" Tony sneered. 

"Tony! Stop being so paranoid, she's not going to cause issues, I trust her" Bucky spoke, I smiled at his words, deciding I was bored of listening, I open the door seeing both men look at me. 

"Bucky" I smile, he holds his hand out for me, I take it allowing him to lead me away. "Did you know I have super hearing" I smirk, admitting I had heard their entire conversation. 

"Wait, you were listening to us?" He asked. 

"Yeah, sorry baby" I smirk.

"Guess I gotta start being careful about what I discuss with people around you" He chuckles, his hand squeezing mine. 

"Carrying on with the tour?" I ask, he nodded and wrapped his arm around my waist, I grinned leaning over to press a kiss to the blood scar I had left on his neck. 

"Tony really hates me, doesn't he?" I asked. 

"Yeah he definitely does, he thinks you're dangerous"

I smirk when he says that, I am definitely dangerous, the best kind of fun is dangerous, I pull his hand swinging him around to press him against the wall, I smirk, my face close to him, I show my fangs. 

"Do you think I'm dangerous?" I ask, my hands on his shoulders. Bucky's frosty eyes were on my crimson eyes, a smirk on his lips.

"What are you doing?" He asks. 

"Asking you if you think I'm dangerous" I smirk, moving my arm to push against his chest, holding him against the wall. He pushed forward against my arm, he looked flush and oh so pretty. 

"You can definitely be dangerous, when you want to be. But I don't think you're a danger to me, that's for sure" He answers. I chuckle and move forward, my lips ghosted across his. I felt him shiver and watched as his eyes darkened, smirking I did what I wanted to do, I stepped away. "On with the tour then?"

I watched his face look a little disappointed when I stepped away, his usual smirk returned to his face once more "Yeah, we should continue the tour" I watched him as he showed me different parts of the compound, he looked dazed, like he couldn't believe I had pinned him to the wall, I giggled softly, I definitely had affected him more than he was letting on. 

"Where to now?" I ask. He blinked a few times and looked at me, as if I had broken his trance, I smirked. 

"Hm? Oh, right. Uhh...there's actually something else I'd like to show you, It's a special place that I like to go for some peace and quiet" 

"Sounds like fun"

Bucky smiled slightly, he led me through a few different hallways, a few staircases until we finally came to an empty rom, with large floor to ceiling windows that overlooked the forest behind the building. "Here we are"

As I stepped into the room I noticed the moon was the only thing lighting up the room, I walked over to the windows and looked out, seeing the dark sky, trees and the moon. "It's beautiful" I whisper. 

"Yeah it is, but I think you're the most beautiful thing in this room" Bucky spoke. 

"Sweet talker" I giggled, feeling the moon shine over my face was something I had always loved, I imagined it was the same as the sun hitting someone's face. It felt special. I could feel Bucky move through the room, coming up behind me, his chin resting on my shoulder and his hands moving to hold my hips. 

"Can you blame me? I'm just telling the truth" 

"What's going to happen to me Bucky? Tony wants me back in that cell, Hydra won't stop until I'm back with them?" I asked, feeling overwhelmed with the stressful thoughts, I wanted to push them down and never speak of them, but talking with Bucky felt safe. Bucky's hand tightened on my hips, he pulled me flush against his front, holding me close. 

"I don't know what's gonna happen. But I'm not letting anyone take you back to that cell, and I will protect you from Hydra" He spoke in a reassuring tone. 

"So you're saying, I get to stay with you from now on?" I smirk. He chuckled lightly, clear amused by me, he nuzzled his face against my neck.

"Yeah, you get to stay with me, you're not going anywhere" 

"Don't remind me" I say, not thinking before talking. I wouldn't mind staying with Bucky, but there were to many things that could happen to me. 

"I didn't mean it like that doll" Bucky spoke, his lips peppering kissing along my neck, if I were human I would of signed into this hug, it was lovely. "What are you thinking?"

"I haven't had many hugs in my life, this is nice" I say, my eyes focused on the moon outside. 

"Well then, I'll just have to make up for all the hugs that you missed out on then" He speaks, his voice soft, quiet, gentle. 

"You sweet talker, you" I whisper, my head moving slightly backwards as he kisses my skin. I step away from him, walking closer to the window, resting my head against the glass, I looked up at the moon, the light shining over my face. I smiled sadly as the light hit my face. 

"Hey...are you okay?" Bucky asks.

"Yeah.. it's just.... I've never been free" 

Bucky looked at me, sympathy written over his features as he steps closer to me, he reaches up, his metal hand touching my back, rubbing it up and down in a soothing motion. 

"I'm sorry you've never been free before.. But you're free now doll" 

"I can't go out, not really, the sunlight kills me, and if I were to go out Hydra would take me, but I also can't see Stark allowing me to stay here... I want to be free, but that's not in my future" 

"Hey.. listen to me, you don't need Tony's permission to stay here. I'm not gonna let him send you anywhere, I want you near me, that's all that matters"

"Thanks Bucky" I smile, saying my words quietly. He leant closer to me, I could feel his breath on my neck, his hand still rubbing my back. 

"Of course doll, just remember, you don't have to worry about anything, I'll take care of you" He smiles. I smile softly, my face still being lit up by the moonlight, I closed my eyes and imagined feeling the moon whilst being outside. 

"You're so damn beautiful" Bucky whispers, his eyes not on the beautiful view outside, but on me, watching my face intently. I looked at him, the moon was shining over his face, his perfect blue eyes sparkling. 

"So are you" I whisper. 

Bucky looked at me, his smile and blush making me giggle. He reached his flesh hand up to rest on the side of my face, his thumb caressing my cheek. He spoke in a soft tone, his voice barely above a whisper, as he spoke to me, looking into my eyes "Not as beautiful as you, doll"

"Why did you decide to be kind to me?" I ask "You saw me in that cell, Stark was calling me a monster...What made you trust me?" I ask, leaning into his touch, my eyes laced with confusion. 

I watched as Bucky's eyes watched mine, his thoughts obviously racing behind those perfect eyes of his. "I can't explain why... But when I saw you in that cell, I just knew you weren't a monster, you looked scared, despite trying to look all angry, you looked innocent, I just wanted to help you" He explained. If I was human I'm sure I would of melted into a puddle of blushes. 

"Sweet man" I whispered. Bucky chuckled softly, his thumb still caressing my cheek. 

"I'm not that sweet, doll" He said in a playful tone. 

"No?"

"No, not really, I can be quite rough sometimes" He smirked, stepping closer to me, his hips now flush against mine. 

"Don't worry baby, I like it rough" I giggle, my playful tone matching his. 

"Oh really? You like it rough, do you?" He asks, he surprises me by pushing me against the wall, next to the windows. 

"Bucky" I giggled. He looked like he was enjoying this, he leaned a bit closer to me, his face a few inches from mine as he spoke in a low tone, his voice holding a hint of mischief "What's the matter doll? Can't handle me right now?"

"Can you handle me?" I ask, flipping us around, pinning him against the wall. His eyes widen at my movements, his cocky demeanor faltered for a moment obviously surprised that I was now the one trapping him. 

"I think I can handle you, you don't scare me doll" 

"No?" I ask, reaching up tracing my nail gently down the side of his face. Bucky shuddered, his smirk wavered for a moment, his breath hitched in his throat and his eyes shut slightly. I smirked, enjoying the effect I had on him. He breathed in deep, before responding to my question, his voice slightly strained. "No you don't scare me at all"

"Really?" I asked, baring my fangs, letting the venom in my mouth dripping from the tips of my fangs onto my tongue. He gasped slightly as his eyes watched my mouth, there was no fear in his eyes though. 

"Uhh, maybe you scare me a little" He answers, a sly smirk on his lips. 

"Mmm good boy" I whisper, moving slightly closer to him, pinning my body against his, I could feel his breath on my lips. I felt him shiver as I got closer, he took in a shaky breath and spoke in a hoarse voice, barely above a whisper. "Yeah..I'm a good boy, I'll be so obedient for you"

"Fuck" I whisper "That shouldn't of affected me as much as it did" I whisper. 

"Oh, but doll, why shouldn't it affect you? You have me completely at your mercy right now. I am completely obedient right now, in completely under your control. You could do anything you want to me if you wanted to." Bucky spoke, a cocky smirk on his lips. 

"Such a sweet talker" I whisper. Bucky chuckled, his eyes bright, enjoying this as much as I was.

"Is it working?" He asks. I nodded, and moved forward, my nose bumping into his. 

"How much do I affect you, doll?" 

"More than I'd like to admit" 

"Oh yeah? You like having me at your mercy like this, don't you? Me, completely obedient and under your control. How exactly do I affect you right now, doll?" He smirked. 

"Fuck Bucky..yes.. we've only just met mister!" I smirked, pretending to be annoyed, I wasn't. Bucky smirked at my words, chuckling slightly, he had a smug look over his face. 

"What can I say? I'm just naturally charming like that, doll. And judging by the way you've got me pinned to the wall, I'd say you're having some effects on me too, miss." He spoke to me in a low tone, his voice holding a hint of amusement and mischief in it.

"Anyone could walk in yaknow" 

"Yeah, they could. But who cares right now? Let them see you having me pinned to the wall like this. Let them see how much of an effect you have on me right now. It doesn't bother me, doll."

"Fuck..baby we just met, are you sure you want this?" I ask, my eyes looking deep into his beautiful blue eyes. 

"Doll, right now, I don't care about anything except how much I want you, I've never been so sure of anything in my life" He says, looking at me, his eyes not moving from mine, my weird freakish eyes, the dark red they were, and he didn't look scared, he looked at me like I was everything. 

"Fuck" I whispered, moving forward, my lips ghosting his. I felt Bucky shiver, his breath hitched slightly. 

"Your lips are so close...please...doll...just...just kiss me" His voice was hoarse as he spoke to me, his eyes flickering down to my lips. 

"Aw baby, you want me to kiss you?" My lips ever so slightly touching his as I spoke. I watched as he looked into my eyes, pleading silently. 

"Yes, please...please just kiss me doll...I'm begging you...I need you so bad" He begged. I smirked and looked down to his lips, his beard was well groomed, didn't cover his lips at all, I moved forward and pressed my lips against his, feeling his soft perfect lips against mine, made me feel dizzy. Bucky groaned at the touch, he kissed me passionately, deepening the kiss, his hands moving to hold my waist, pulling me closer to him, if that were possible. He let out a small moan as I moved my fingers to his hair, lacing my fingers through his wavy locks. I moaned softly against his mouth, licking his lips with my tongue, moving my hands to hold either side of his jaw. 

Bucky moaned at the feeling of my tongue, his lips opening for me, I slide my tongue into his mouth exploring. His hands held onto my hips harder, his tongue moved against mine hungrily, I was careful not to nick his tongue with my fangs. 

"Fuck" I mumble against his lips. 

Bucky let out another soft moan, his breath hitching softly.

"Please... don't stop, doll. I need more..." He spoke, his voice low and almost begging. 

"You can have more baby" I whispered, my voice quiet. His hands were grasping at my back, trying to pull me closer, despite being flush against his body, his lips were on my collarbone, kissing, licking my skin. 

"Please... I need more. I need you doll, I need you so bad right now" He spoke pleading with me. 

"I'm here baby, have what you need" I answer him. 

"Please..I...need to touch you" He practically whines. I smirked and kneeled down, my hands travelling his body as I go down to rest on my knees. 

"Trust me?" I ask, looking up at him. His eyes widen at my movements, his breath was shaky and needy. 

"Yeah...yeah, I trust you doll"

"Even with my scary fangs?" I ask, my fingers fumbling with his belt. He took a moment to respond, his breath still ragged and slightly uneven, but he responds in a soft tone. "Yeah..even with your fangs, I trust you doll, I need you, please"I smirked at his answer, I threw his belt behind me, and undid his jeans. I pull them down, leaving him in just boxers, he was hard, I swore under my breath when I saw the outline of his cock. I move forward pressing kisses on his hips, my hands on his thighs keeping him against the wall. 

"Oh god, doll...your lips feel so good" He whimpered. I grazed his hips with my fangs, letting the tiniest amount of blood trickle out, I lapped it up and moved my fingers to the waistband of his boxers. He moaned loudly as I made him bleed, making me think he had a blood kink this entire time, I smirk thinking I'd ask him about it later. I pulled his boxers down as I made little cuts all over his hips. 

"Oh god...doll...please" He begs looking down at me, his perfect eyes still shining in the moonlight as he looks at me, I pull his boxers down, keeping eye contact the entire time, his cock flops out of his boxers and hits his stomach with a loud slap. My mouth watered at the slight, fuck, he was big.. Thick, so fucking thick. Bucky's eyes were full of desire as he watched me. 

"Doll... I can't...I can't take this much longer" He groans. 

"Aw baby, you want me to stop?" I asked, smirking. Bucky shivered at my words, his breath shaky and uneven. 

"No..No, please, don't stop, I don't think I could handle it if you stopped right now, I need you so badly, doll.. Please just... just keep going" He begs, his voice dripping with desperation. I giggled, and took his cock into my hand, I squeezed the base a little, making Bucky roll his head backwards, his upper back rested against the wall whilst his hips were slightly away from the wall towards me, I used my tongue on him, licking a stripe up his cock from his balls to his tip, sucking the tip when I reached it. I opened my mouth taking him fully inside, perks of being a vampire, I didn't need breath, I sucked him hard, moving my head backwards and forwards, he moaned loudly. 

"Oh god...doll...that feels so good...but you've got to slow down" He whimpered, his voice breathless. I listened, understanding why he wanted me to slow down, I slowly sucked his tip, slowly spreading my tongue over his length. His hand came to grip my shoulder. He spoke softly, his voice still shaky.

"Oh...good girl...that's so good baby...just like that doll... just like that..." 

I carried on the same movement, my hands resting on his hips, holding him tightly against the wall as I shut my eyes and enjoyed myself, my mouth sucking, tightening around his cock as I moved up and down. 

"Yes.. Yes... just like that, doll. You're doing so good. God, it feels so good, but I'm not going to be able to hold on much longer if you keep this up..."

I pulled away from his mouth "Where do you wanna finish baby? My mouth? You can give you want" I smirked, moving my mouth back onto him, sucking him letting him fuck my throat. His breath hitched, he trembled and groaned. 

"Damn doll...I...I want...I want to finish in your mouth, if that's...it that's okay with you?" He asks, his voice ragged and a bit desperate. I moved away again, licking his tip. 

"Of course baby" I giggle taking him back in my mouth. His hands gripped harder onto my shoulder, he let out a low moan that almost sounded like a whimper.

"God...that feels...so good...doll" 

I moved my hand away from his hip taking his hand in mine, I placed his hand on the back of my head, he got what I meant because he held the back of my head hard and started moving his hips fucking my mouth hard as I sucked him, trying to be incredibly careful of my fangs. 

"Doll..I'm..." He spoke, I sucked harder as he fucked my mouth, Bucky grippy my hair harder, his hand bunching my hair in his fist holding me tight. He let out a loud groan as he finished in my mouth, his come filling my thoat. I moved away swallowing smiling lazily up to him. Bucky's breathing came in ragged gasps as he looked down at me, his eyes a little hazy and unfocused. 

"Oh god...doll..that was...that was...damn" 

"I'm glad you liked it" I giggled, standing up, he reached out grabbing my hip pulling me against him, holding me tight. 

"Like it? Doll, liking it isn't the word. It's more like... I feel like melting from how good that was. You... you're something else."

"Can I kiss you?" I ask sweetly, the taste of him still in my mouth. Bucky was looking at me, his eyes roaming over my face with a mix of desire and amazement. 

"Yeah doll, you can kiss me, fuck, you can do whatever you want" He answers, his voice shaky. I moved forward pressing my lips against his, Bucky sighed into the kiss, his body feeling completely relaxed against mine. I melted into the kiss, relaxing my own body, allowing him to swap us, with me against the wall now. 

Bucky was in control now, his knee was in between my legs, spreading my legs slightly, he continued to kiss me, his tongue tracing my lips hungrily. I moaned into the kiss, opening my legs further. His hands roamed restlessly over my body, like he couldn't get enough. I moved my lips away from his, and tilted my head backwards, resting it against the wall. 

"Fuck, Bucky... touch me" 

Bucky's breath hitched as I spoke "Doll...you have no idea...how badly I want to...how badly I need to touch you right now" He spoke in a ragged tone, his breath hot against my skin as in spoke in my ear.

"Make me feel good baby" I beg. His body pressed against his a little harder, his tongue sticking out to lick the shell of my ear. 

"Doll...I'm going to make you feel damn good, just you wait" I giggled a little, moving so my forehead rested against his. "Can't wait sugar"

I could hear Bucky's heart race if I concentrated, he shut his eyes, trying to  catch his breath. 

"Trust me doll.. you won't have to wait long. I'm not going to rest until I have you feeling so good, until I have you writhing underneath me" 

"Promises, promises" I smirked, Bucky gruntly softly, his eyes opening to look directly into mine. 

"Oh no doll...Those aren't promises, those are guarantees, I plan to make good on every word" He spoke slowly, his hand slowly moving down to my trousers, his fingers undoing the buttons. 

"I'm going to touch every inch of you doll...I'm going to feel every inch of your perfect skin, I'm going to taste you and I'm going to make you feel so damn good you'll forgot your own name" His voice slow, and husky. 

"Fuck, I really want that baby" I whispered, not trusting my voice, sounding more whimpering than I wanted to. Bucky's breath was shaky.

"God, you have no idea how much I want that doll, I just want to have you right here...You make me feel so...needy" He groans, his fingers pushing my jeans down past my hips. 

"Yeah baby? You're needy for me?" I asked, smirking. A low moan escaped from Bucky's throat as I spoke, he nodded his head his face rubbing against mine. 

"God yeah doll, I'm so damn needy for you" He whispers, his lips touching my face tracing my features. I smirked and pushed my jeans off, leaving my lower half in just my blood red lacy panties. Bucky's breath hitched as he looked down, his breath shaky from the view of my panties. 

"Oh...god...doll. You look so damn good, I can't think straight" He whimpered. I smirked, loving the effect I was having on him, I grabbed my top and pulled it over my lead, my bra matched my panties. 

"God...doll...I've never seen anything as beautiful as you standing there right now.. I swear I could just stand and look at you, for hours... You're just...perfect"

"You could stare at me for hours... or you could touch me for hours" I smirked, pressing my lips to his cheek. His breath hitched and his hands held onto my hips tighter. He closed his eyes for a moment, as if he was trying to regain some control over himself, but then he opened them again, his gaze strikingly beautiful as he looked at me. 

"God...I swear if I touch you right now, I'm not going to want to stop doll. Once I get my hands on you, I don't think I'll be able to keep myself from going feral on you" He whispers, kissing my face as he speaks. 

"Touch me... I can handle feral" I grinned, reaching up to hold his collar pulling him close to me. Bucky's eyes darkened, those beautiful blue orbs staring intently at me. 

"Oh doll...you're asking for it now...you won't be able to handle how wild I'm gonna get with you, I'm going to devour you" He whispers, his lips finding my neck, biting and kissing me. 

"Please baby" I begged, enjoying his words, but I needed him so badly. His lips opened, sucking my neck hard, it felt nice, so good. 

"Damn..doll...you're asking for it and I'm gonna give you what you want, I'm gonna make you scream for me" His lips sucking my skin harder. 

"I'm usually the one sucking the necks... your lips feel so good Bucky" I whimper. Bucky let out a loud moan as he continued to kiss and nibble my neck, his body pressed against mine, his hands on my hips trying to pull me closer. 

"Doll... you can suck on my neck anytime you want...but right now, I just want to mark up this pretty skin of yours, make sure everyone knows you're mine"

"Sweetheart" I say frowning. "You can't mark me.. Humans can't mark vampires" I whimper as he licks a stripe along my neck. Vampires could mark other vampires, and vampires could mark humans, but sadly humans cannot mark vampires. Bucky's mouth stop at my words, he pulled back to look at me, his eyes burning with a mixture of desire and need, but also a hint of disappointment. His metal fingers traced along my jaw as he spoke. 

"Damn doll... I didn't realise. I just...I just want to mark you up, and claim you as mine... I don't want any other man to even look at you, let alone touch you" 

"I'm sorry cutie, I don't make the vampire rules" I giggled, my lips moving to kiss his jawline. Bucky tilted his neck slightly, giving me more access, my lips moved from his jaw, along his neck, letting my fangs gently graze across the scar I left from earlier. 

"I know doll..I know it's not your fault...Doesn't stop me from wanting to claim you, mark you as mine... I want you to be mine" He whispers. 

"We'll get a pen later and write your name" I giggled, my tone playful. Bucky let out a soft chuckle, his head tilting even more. 

"Oh doll, you're just too damn cute...And I'm not just gonna write my name, I'm gonna write 'property of Bucky' as well, make sure everyone knows, you're all mine" I whimper at his words, wanting deeply to be his, I was a little stressed he was only saying these words in the heat of the moment, but I wished so much he really meant it. 

"You can mark me...in other ways" I grin, moving my hand to his hip, brushing over his hard cock. Bucky's eyes narrowed onto mine, his fingers tracing over the skin of my hips. "I'm yours Bucky, if you want me, I'm so fucking yours" I whimper, his fingers slowly dancing along the waistline of my panties. 

"Of course I want you... Of course I want you to be mine, I'm not going to think about anything else until I have you so damned claimed and satisfied that you won't think about anyone else... You're mine" He spoke his fingers finally moving into my panties, his fingertips ghosting my clit, teasing me deliciously. Bucky moaned softly as his fingers dipped into the wetness of my pussy, his fingers sliding in between my folds and down to my hole, dipping his fingers into me, I moaned loudly, holding onto his collar to keep myself from falling to the ground. 

"God...doll...you're so damn perfect...and you're all mine" He whispers, his fingers dipping deep into my tight hole. 

"Fuck" I whispered. 

"Oh god...the sounds you make...it's driving me so damn crazy, I need you so badly" He groaned, his fingers stretching my hole, the wetness dripping out of me. My legs buckle, and I hold tighter onto his shoulders, my head resting in the crook of his neck, I pressed my lips against his skin, my fangs grazing his skin. I wanted to bite him so bad, but I wouldn't, not after already having drunk from him today. He added a third finger into me, thrusting them in and out fast. 

"You know.... having a vampire drink your blood during sex...apparently it's one of the best highs ever" I whispered, my lips tracing his neck as I spoke. I had never had sex with a human, but I knew it would feel good for him. 

"Oh god" His breath hitches "You don't even know how much I want that, doll"

"Not tonight, I've already drank from you today" I say my fangs gently grazing that perfect little scar I made, his fingers fucked me hard, I was whimpering in need, wanting more of him. "You know, you can get addicted to vampires" I smirk, sucking a love bite onto his neck, careful not to nick him with my fangs. Bucky lets out a shaky moan.

"Doll...I think I'm already addicted to you, I don't think I'll ever be able to get enough of you...of your touch" He groans. 

"I have a fun idea" I smirked, his fingers stopped for a moment. 

"What's your idea?" He asked, his hand now up by his lips, sucking the fingers that were just inside me. 

"You fuck me against that window, the moonlight illuminating our bodies as we lose ourselves to one another" I smirk, my eyes watching his mesmerising blue eyes. 

"Oh god...that's an incredible idea baby, I need you...right now" He speaks, his breath heavy. 

"Take me baby, I'm yours" I whisper, pressing my lips to him. I kiss him for a few moments before pushing him off me, I step away from him and took Bucky's hand in mine, I pull him over to the stand in front of me as I stood in front of the window. Not moving my eyes away from his I slowly took my bra off dropping it on the ground, Bucky watched me, his eyes watching my every movement, his hands were clenching by his sides, his fingers probably itching to get his hands on me. I slid my panties down my legs stepping out from them, I smirk as Bucky as his eyes raked over my body, I blew him a kiss and then turned round, pressing my hands against the window, the moon shined bright over my body, I stuck my arse out for him, waiting for him to come touch me. I heard Bucky step closer to me, his hands moving to my hips and down to squeeze my arse, his groaned as he did. 

"You.. you're so goddamn beautiful... like a goddess.. and you're all mine" He whispers, leaning down to press his lips to the arch of my back. 

"I'm yours for the taking baby" I whisper, my voice laced with need, not wanting to wait anymore. I felt his metal hand grip my hip tight, holding me still, his other hand held onto his hard cock, he slipped the tip into my pussy folds, moving up and down, covering his cock in my wetness, and then finally he pressed the tip of his cock into my pussy, stretching me so good. I moaned loudly as his entire length slid into me, he kept moving until he was fully in me, his hips were against my skin, he stopped moving, allowing me to adjust to the sheer width of his cock. 

"Jesus fuck Bucky" I whisper, my head fell forward to rest on the window. His hands were holding onto my hips, his fingers digging into my flesh. 

"Oh...doll...you feel so good...I don't think I can be gentle with you right now...I need you so badly" He groaned his hips moving slowly, his cock moving ever so slightly within me. 

"Don't be gentle, fucking ruin me, please" I beg, my nails scraping the window slightly, I looked up seeing the moon at her highest point, her light shining on both of us. I heard Bucky's breath hitched, his hips began moving fast, fucking me hard, a low growl left his throat as he fucked me hard and raw. 

"Oh doll, you're begging for it, aren't you? I'll ruin you, I'll make you squirm and moan and scream for me" He rambled, his hips hitting my arse hard as he thrusted into me. 

"Fuck" I moaned as Bucky's hips met mine, the sound of our skin slapping together echoing throughout the room, his hands holding onto me tight as he leans forward, his lips finding my shoulder as he kisses my skin before biting down hard into my skin. 

"Fuck...Bucky...God fuck, I'm yours baby, all yours" I moaned, my pussy tightening around him, pushing me close to my edge. 

Bucky lets out a loud growl as I speak, my words making his hips move faster, his lips nipping and sucking my shoulder, and my neck, anywhere he can reach. 

"Oh...you're all mine...you're all mine doll...and I'm going to make you scream it, make you beg me to take you...god...I need you so bad baby, I need all of you" 

"Take me, I'm yours...please...I need to come, make me come baby, please" I whimper, my voice begging him as my legs started to shake, my vision started to go blurry as I felt his hips hit against my skin, his cock stretching my pussy. Bucky's hands dug even harder into my hips as I spoke. 

"You're gonna come for me sweet girl, begging me so beautifully, I'm gonna make you come for me, gonna make you scream my name" He rambled his words getting lost in his lust. When I felt his hand snake around my body his fingers pressing against my clit I squealed loudly, my body shaking as I came hard, my pussy clenching around his cock. 

"Fuck...Bucky...fuck..tell me you feel good, fuck please" I begged, the overwhelming sensation washing throughout my body. 

"Fuck baby, you feel so damn good, I can feel you tightening around me, such a good girl, I need you to come again baby, can you do that for me?" He asks, I whimper as I nod, his cock thrusting into me fast and hard. 

"I'd do anything for you, absolutely anything, you ask, I'm yours fuck Bucky" I whimper. 

"Anything doll?" Bucky whispers, his lips tracing along the skin of my back "I'm gonna hold you to that...you're gonna be my good girl, come again for me doll, I need to feel you baby"

"I'm all yours, just yours" I whimpered, my body convulsing again as I reach my peak, I came hard, my body shaking as Bucky held me up with one arm. Bucky's breath hitched at my words, he fucked into me hard. 

"That's my girl, you're so good, so fucking good for me doll, you look so fucking beautiful, the moon shining on you, fuck" He rambles, he sounded closer to his edge, his hips thrusting messily into me, his fingers digging into my skin. 

"You close baby?" I ask, my hands slipping down the window, I look over my shoulder at him, he looked feral, his eyes were shut, whilst his head was thrown back, his mouth opened as he fucked harder into me, it was fucking beautiful, he looked breathtaking. 

"So close baby" He groaned "You're driving me wild, your voice...your words...It's taking everything in me to no lose control" 

"Lose control, let go" I whispered, my voice laced with how desperate I was for him to finish in me. Bucky's leg shook, he groaned loudly his hips halting against my body as he came loudly, filling my pussy. His body convulsed and his cock twitched inside of me, filling me completely. He held onto me tight, his body falling onto mine, his chest pressed against my back.

"Fuck baby" He whispered, his lips moving against my skin as he spoke. 

"You're right...fuck baby" I whispered, repeating his words "We're good together" 

Bucky's breathing came in short ragged gasps "We're more than good, doll...we're...we're perfect...I...I don't want you with anyone else but me, no one should see you like this but me darling, no one else should touch you but me.." He whispered, rambling. 

"You mean it?" I asked quietly. I felt him leave my body, the absence of his cock making my pussy feel empty, I could feel it clenching around nothingness. He wrapped his arm around my waist turning me around to face him, he pressed his lips to mine, his hand reaches up to touch my cheek, caressing me gently. 

"Of course I mean it doll" He whispers, his perfect icy blue eyes on mine "I meant every word, you're mine now baby, only mine, no one else can have you, touch you, kiss you, except for me...You're all mine and and I mean that" He rambles. He moves his leg to rest in between mine, the mix of our come dripping down from my pussy onto his leg. 

"I want that too Bucky" I spoke "I don't care that we only met today, I'm yours...and you're mine"

Bucky's breath hitches slightly, his body moving to press against mine.

"That's right doll, I'm all yours, and you're all mine...We may have just met, but I already know that I'm not going to let you go, not ever...You're mine, and I'm going to make sure you never forget it"

Bucky Barnes Masterlist

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Open Road

Bucky Barnes x Avenger Reader Story

A/N: I've been wanting to write a motorcycle road trip one shot with Bucky and finally had time to write it :)

Summary: Bucky and reader are Avengers who are friends. But throughout this 4-day road trip their feelings to each other gradually changes into something more ;)

Pairings : Bucky Barnes x Avenger Reader

Warning: Just pure fluff and some sexual reference, nothing vulgar

Word count : 9.3k words

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Open Road

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The Avengers Tower, New York

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The Avengers were finally on a break—no missions, no emergencies, and no meetings. Y/n was scrolling through travel spots on her tablet in the Avengers lounge, wondering if she'd ever get a chance to take one of these scenic trips. That's when Bucky Barnes strolled in, quietly dropping his duffle bag by the couch. He'd just returned from his own solo mission, and he looked... restless. His face softened when he spotted Y/n, though.

"Hey," she greeted him, sliding over to make room.

He raised a brow. "Looking at more trips you'll never take?"

She rolled her eyes playfully. "Thanks for the optimism, Barnes. But yeah, I was thinking... What about a road trip? New York is great, but sometimes we need a little open road, you know?"

He nodded, a hint of a smile tugging at his lips. "Actually, that sounds kinda perfect. I haven't had a good ride in ages."

Y/n blinked, surprised. "Wait—you mean, like, now?"

"Why not?" Bucky shrugged, crossing his arms. "Think you can handle the open road with me?"

"You're on, soldier. But I need some time to prepare. How about tomorrow morning?" She asked, feeling excited at the opportunity of finally having a vacation.

"Sure. We'll leave first thing in the morning." Bucky smiled and she couldn't help but smile back.

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Day 1

The early morning sun glinted off the buildings as Y/n jogged down The Avengers Tower's steps, her duffle bag slung over her shoulder and her heart pounding with excitement. She spotted Bucky by his sleek black motorcycle, leaning against it, looking effortlessly cool in a leather jacket and dark jeans. Her own jacket felt suddenly inadequate.

He glanced up as she approached, his mouth quirking into a smirk. "You ready?"

Y/n tightened her grip on her bag. "As ready as I'll ever be."

He handed her a helmet. "You ever ridden on a bike before?"

She bit her lip, looking at the helmet. "Only once... and it was nowhere near as fast as what you probably have planned."

Bucky's grin widened, and he tilted his head slightly, his voice dropping. "Don't worry. I'll go easy on you." He paused, watching her put the helmet on. "But you might want to hold on tight."

The words sent a shiver down her spine, and she felt her cheeks warm as she pulled on the helmet, carefully adjusting it. He climbed onto the bike first and then gave her a small nod, gesturing for her to get on behind him. She slid onto the seat, her hands hovering over his shoulders, unsure of where exactly to place them.

"Hey," he said, his voice muffled slightly through her helmet. He glanced over his shoulder with an amused glint in his eyes. "It's alright, Y/n. You can hold onto me."

She cleared her throat, muttering, "Yeah, right. Sure." Gingerly, she wrapped her arms around his waist, trying to ignore how solid he felt beneath the leather jacket. The position felt more intimate than she'd expected, and she could feel her pulse quickening.

"Comfortable?" he asked, the humor in his voice barely concealed.

She shifted slightly, adjusting her grip. "Yep. Just... don't go too fast."

He chuckled softly, and she felt the vibrations through her chest. "Scout's honor."

The engine roared to life beneath them, a deep, rumbling sound that echoed in her ears. Before she could fully prepare herself, Bucky shifted gears and they were off, merging into the early morning traffic as the buildings of New York sped by. She tightened her hold reflexively as the wind whipped around them, her heart racing as they accelerated down the open road.

After a few minutes, she found herself relaxing into the rhythm of the ride. The steady vibration of the engine, the warmth of the sun, the wind on her body, and the feeling of Bucky's steady presence in front of her created a strange, unexpected comfort. She leaned into him a little more, her cheek brushing his back, and closed her eyes for a moment, letting herself get lost in the sensation.

He noticed, of course. "Comfortable back there?"

She jolted, her cheeks flushing beneath the helmet as she quickly straightened. "Yeah, yeah. Just... taking it all in."

"Uh-huh," he said, sounding amused. "You can hang on as tight as you need to. It's a long ride."

"Thanks, but I'm good." She cleared her throat, hoping he didn't notice the slight squeeze of her arms around his waist.

They rode for a few hours, weaving between small towns and countryside as they headed toward Connecticut. The air was fresh and cool, and the scenery gradually changed from busy streets to rolling green hills, interspersed with open fields and clusters of trees. Y/n occasionally lifted her helmet visor, breathing in the smell of wildflowers and fresh grass. She hadn't felt this free in a long time.

They stopped just before noon at a gas station, and Bucky swung off the bike, stretching his arms as she slowly dismounted.

"Hungry?" he asked, glancing toward a small diner across the street.

"Starving," she admitted, running a hand through her hair and trying not to let her legs wobble too noticeably. She'd underestimated the exhaustion of riding on a motorcycle, and it showed in the slight ache in her thighs.

Bucky raised an eyebrow, smirking. "First ride soreness?"

She groaned, stretching her legs. "Don't get all smug on me, Barnes. I'll get the hang of it."

"Didn't say a thing." He shrugged, still grinning. "Come on. Let's get some food."

The diner was small and cozy, filled with retro decor and the comforting smell of coffee and bacon. They slid into a booth, and Y/n couldn't help but notice the way people kept glancing at them. It wasn't every day they saw a pair of Avengers walk into their local diner.

The waitress came over, a middle-aged woman with a friendly smile. "What'll it be, folks?"

Bucky gave her one of his rare, soft smiles. "Two coffees, please. And whatever your breakfast special is."

The woman chuckled. "You got it, hon." She gave Y/n a knowing look before heading to the kitchen.

Y/n raised an eyebrow, leaning across the table. "Think she recognized you?"

"Maybe." He shrugged, feigning nonchalance. "Or maybe it's the metal arm."

They shared a laugh, and Y/n leaned back, feeling her shoulders loosen. She couldn't remember the last time she felt this relaxed around him. He had always been a little guarded, a quiet shadow in the Avengers, but here, outside the chaos of the city and missions, he felt different. Lighter.

When the waitress returned with their food, Bucky dug in eagerly, making Y/n laugh as he polished off the huge plate with ease.

"Guess you really were hungry," she teased.

"What can I say?" He shrugged, his grin a little sheepish. "Super soldier metabolism."

They sat in comfortable silence for a while, savoring the food and the stillness of the diner. Then, as he finished his coffee, Bucky's gaze softened.

"Did you enjoy the ride so far?"

She nodded, her fingers playing with her napkin. "Actually... yeah. I didn't think I'd feel so comfortable on a bike."

"Good." He tilted his head, watching her thoughtfully. "I was worried you might not like it."

She looked up, catching the sincerity in his expression, and felt a warmth spread in her chest. "I think I like it because it's with you."

He blinked, surprise flashing in his eyes, but he quickly masked it with a grin. "Careful, Y/n. I might start thinking you actually like spending time with me."

She rolled her eyes, taking the last sip of her coffee. "Don't let it go to your head."

When they finally got back on the bike, Y/n found herself settling against him a little easier, holding on a little tighter without feeling the need to pretend otherwise. And when they hit the highway again, she leaned her cheek against his back, allowing herself to enjoy the steady warmth of his presence.

She knew he could feel her holding him a little closer, and he didn't seem to mind. In fact, he occasionally turned his head slightly, almost as if checking in on her, and each time she'd nod reassuringly, her hand giving his waist a light squeeze.

By the time they reached their next stop, a scenic overlook near a lake, Y/n felt at ease on the bike and with Bucky. They climbed off and stood by the edge of the road, looking out over the still, glimmering water below.

"This... this is beautiful," she murmured, her eyes reflecting the sunlight dancing on the lake's surface.

Bucky watched her for a moment before replying. "Yeah. It is."

He said it so softly, so full of meaning, that when she looked up, she found him gazing at her instead of the view. Her heart skipped a beat, but she managed a playful smirk.

"What, you never seen a lake before?"

His lips twitched into a smile. "Not one that looked this good."

They shared a quiet laugh, and as the sun began to dip lower, they found themselves standing just a little closer. Neither of them said anything about it, but as they continued on their journey, there was an unspoken understanding between them. The road stretched ahead, and for the first time, Y/n felt that she was exactly where she was meant to be.

—

After a long day on the road filled with laughter and stunning views, Y/n and Bucky finally pulled into the parking lot of a quaint motel nestled in a quiet town. The sun was beginning to set, casting a warm golden hue over everything, and Y/n felt a surge of excitement as she swung her leg off the motorcycle.

"Here we are! Home sweet home for the night," she announced, grinning as she adjusted her helmet.

Bucky chuckled, running a hand through his tousled hair. "Not too shabby, considering it's a road trip."

As they entered the small, rustic lobby, the scent of freshly brewed coffee lingered in the air. An elderly woman behind the counter greeted them with a warm smile.

"Welcome! How can I help you today?" she asked, her eyes twinkling.

"We'd like to check in for two rooms, please," Bucky replied, a charming smile on his face.

The woman typed something into the computer, her brow furrowing. "I'm so sorry, but it looks like we only have one room available tonight. Would you like to take that?"

Y/n and Bucky exchanged quick glances, both of them caught off guard. "One room?" Y/n asked, her voice slightly higher than usual. "Uh, I mean, that's fine... right?"

Bucky shrugged, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "What's the worst that could happen? It'll be fun."

"Right, fun!" Y/n replied, forcing a laugh as they followed the woman down a narrow hallway. She felt her heart race with a mix of nerves and anticipation. "Just a little close quarters, that's all."

The woman handed them the key to their room, and they stepped inside. The space was cozy, with two single beds, a small desk, a window overlooking the parking lot and surprisingly a small terrace with a beautiful view. It was perfect for a couple of friends on a road trip, but Y/n couldn't shake the awareness of how close they would be that night.

Bucky set his bag on the bed closest to the window and surveyed the room. "I'll take this one if you don't mind," he said casually, his tone light. "You can have the other."

"Sounds good," Y/n replied, trying to sound casual, but her heart was racing. They had always been friends, but sharing a room felt different—more intimate.

As the evening wore on, they unpacked their things and decided to order pizza for dinner. The laughter flowed easily as they reminisced about their earlier adventures on the road, but as night fell, Y/n felt a strange tension hanging in the air. After a quick dinner, Bucky flopped onto his bed, stretching out comfortably.

"You know, I didn't think I'd ever end up sharing a room with you," he said, his tone teasing. "Guess we're getting closer after all."

"Very funny," she shot back, playfully rolling her eyes. "Just don't snore."

Bucky laughed, shaking his head. "No promises."

As the lights dimmed and they settled in for the night, Y/n lay wide awake in her bed, staring at the ceiling. She could hear Bucky shifting on his bed across the room, the quiet rustle of sheets filling the silence. The proximity felt both comforting and nerve-wracking; she could almost sense his presence, and it sent her heart racing.

"Hey, are you awake?" Bucky's voice broke the stillness, low and slightly hesitant.

"Yeah," Y/n replied, trying to sound casual but failing. "Just thinking."

"Me too," he admitted. "It's kind of weird, right? Sharing a room after all this time?"

"Definitely weird," she chuckled softly. "But... I guess it's nice in a way?"

"It is," he agreed, his voice dropping a notch. "I like being close to you, even if it feels a little strange."

Y/n's heart swelled at his words, feeling a warmth spread through her. "I feel the same way," she confessed. "I didn't expect it to be this... awkward, though."

Bucky chuckled lightly, the sound soothing in the dim room. "Guess we'll just have to get used to it."

After a few more moments of silence, Y/n turned to her side, stealing glances at him. She could barely make out his silhouette against the moonlight streaming in through the window. "Bucky?"

"Yeah?" he responded, turning toward her.

"Thanks for being here," she said softly. "It feels nice, you know? Having you around."

His smile was almost palpable in the darkness. "I wouldn't want to be anywhere else."

Feeling a rush of courage, she added, "I'm glad we're doing this trip together. It's been... well, more than I ever expected."

"Same here," he replied, his voice steady and warm. "I'm really enjoying this time with you."

Y/n let out a small sigh, feeling her body slowly relax. Perhaps it was the comfort of Bucky's words or the way he made her feel safe, but as the minutes passed, she found herself sinking into the soft mattress, a sense of ease washing over her.

Eventually, the gentle rhythm of Bucky's breathing began to lull her into a sense of calm, and she finally closed her eyes, allowing herself to drift off to sleep, feeling grateful for the unexpected closeness they were beginning to share.

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Day 2

The morning sun streamed through the curtains of the motel room, casting a soft glow over Y/n as she stirred awake. She stretched, feeling the warmth of the sun on her skin, and smiled at the memory of the previous day's adventures. Bucky had already risen, his bed neatly made, and he was leaning against the wall by the window, sipping coffee from a travel mug.

"Good morning, sleepyhead," he said, a playful grin on his face. "I almost thought you were going to sleep all day."

Y/n yawned and sat up, raking her fingers through her hair. "You know I needed my beauty sleep after all that awkwardness last night."

Bucky laughed, his eyes twinkling. "Awkward? I thought it was charming. A bonding experience."

"Sure, if you like bonding over being too close for comfort," she replied, swinging her legs over the side of the bed. "Next time, we're definitely getting separate rooms."

"Actually," Bucky said as he placed his mug down, "I was thinking, what if we save some money and just share a room again? You know, for the road trip vibe."

Y/n raised an eyebrow, feigning annoyance. "Are you trying to squeeze every penny out of me, Barnes?"

He shrugged, his playful grin widening. "Maybe I am. But it might actually be more fun this way. We could, you know, have a late-night snack and watch terrible TV together."

"Fine," she relented, rolling her eyes, though a smile crept onto her face. "But if I end up regretting this, I'm charging you double for snacks."

Bucky chuckled and handed her a breakfast sandwich he'd already picked up from a nearby diner. "Guess that's fair. Eat up; we're hitting the road soon."

They sat on chairs on the terrace outside their room, eating their breakfast in comfortable silence while watching the early morning light stretch over the landscape. The scenery was breathtaking—the motel sat on a high overlook with a panoramic view of a lush valley stretching below, framed by a lake that sparkled under the rising sun.

"So," Y/n said between bites, glancing at him, "where to next, fearless leader?"

"There's a scenic route through the countryside I thought we could take. Might add a little time, but it's worth it," he said, nodding toward a winding road that led into a dense forest. "It'll be quiet, mostly local traffic, but the views are incredible."

Y/n grinned, finishing the last of her sandwich. "You had me at 'quiet.' Lead the way."

They climbed onto the motorcycle, and Y/n, more at ease than yesterday, wrapped her arms around him a little more naturally, her fingers finding their place against his chest as they pulled onto the road. The bike hummed to life, and they set off, speeding away from the small town and into the rolling countryside.

The trees thickened as they moved further along the forested road, sunlight filtering through the leaves and casting dappled patterns on the winding path ahead. They passed small clearings, occasional creeks, and patches of wildflowers, the tranquility wrapping around them like a soft blanket. Y/n marveled at the beauty surrounding them and occasionally lifted her visor to let the fresh forest air brush her face.

After about an hour, they approached a fork in the road, where Bucky slowed down and nodded toward a small dirt path leading off to the right. "Detour?" he asked, a mischievous glint in his eye.

Y/n grinned. "You sure know how to keep things interesting. Lead on, Sergeant."

As they veered down the path, the road became bumpy, and Y/n tightened her grip on Bucky, laughing as they dodged potholes and rocky patches. They were about halfway down the trail when they noticed a figure waving in the distance near an old, beat-up truck, smoke rising from its hood.

Bucky slowed, pulling up beside the stranded vehicle. A man, maybe in his fifties, with a grease-stained shirt and a thick, graying beard, walked over, wiping his hands on a rag and looking both relieved and a little wary.

"Morning, folks," the man greeted with a nod, looking between Bucky and Y/n. "Didn't expect to see anyone out here. Thought I was in for a long walk to the nearest town."

Bucky tilted his head, assessing the situation. "Engine trouble?"

The man nodded, scratching his head. "Yeah, overheated, I think. Guess it finally kicked the bucket on me. If I'd known, I wouldn't have taken her down this old road."

Y/n dismounted the bike and walked over, offering him a friendly smile. "Do you need a hand? We can call a tow if it comes to that."

The man's face brightened. "If you're willing, that'd be mighty kind. My name's Hal, by the way."

"Y/n," she said, shaking his hand. She gestured to Bucky. "And this is my friend, Bucky."

They moved to examine the truck together, and Y/n was impressed by Bucky's casual expertise as he took a closer look under the hood. They exchanged theories, with Y/n pointing out the corroded radiator while Bucky inspected the hoses.

Hal sighed, watching them work. "Looks like she's seen her last days, doesn't it? My grandpa handed down this truck, so it's a tough one to let go of."

Bucky closed the hood and gave him a sympathetic smile. "Afraid so. You mentioned the nearest town—how far's the walk?"

"About eight miles," Hal replied, glancing down the deserted path. "Wouldn't want to impose, but if you could give me a ride, I'd be grateful. I can wait till you're done with your ride, though."

Y/n exchanged a quick look with Bucky. "Why don't we just take you now? We've got plenty of time."

The three of them shared a laugh as Hal climbed onto the back of the bike, trying to steady himself. Y/n smothered a laugh as he wobbled slightly, gripping the sides a little too tightly.

"First time on a motorcycle?" Bucky asked, barely concealing a smirk.

Hal chuckled nervously. "First time on one that wasn't in a movie, that's for sure."

As they set off, Y/n felt herself leaning into Bucky again, and despite the extra passenger, the ride felt oddly balanced. The morning sun peeked through the forest as they sped down the winding path, and Y/n couldn't help but laugh as Hal let out a surprised shout when they hit a bump.

After a few miles, they reached a quaint town nestled by a lake, with small cottages dotting the water's edge. Bucky pulled up in front of a mechanic's shop, and Hal clambered off the bike, looking more than a little relieved.

"Thank you, really," he said, beaming at them. "I owe you one. If you're ever in the area again, you're welcome to drop by my place for a home-cooked meal. Least I can offer."

Y/n smiled, touched by the sincerity in his voice. "It was no trouble at all. And we'll take you up on that offer sometime."

Bucky gave Hal a nod, his blue eyes warm. "Glad we could help, Hal. Take care."

They waved goodbye, and as they rode away from the town, Y/n found herself smiling. The detour had added a touch of adventure to the day, and she couldn't shake the strange satisfaction of helping someone on the road, of feeling like they were on their own, free to roam wherever the day took them.

The forest opened up as they moved further down the road, revealing expansive fields lined with fences and wildflowers dotting the green expanse. Y/n relaxed back against Bucky, resting her head lightly on his shoulder, letting herself get lost in the open, endless beauty around them.

After a while, Bucky slowed down, glancing over his shoulder. "You good back there?"

"More than good," she replied, feeling her heart flutter at the way he'd become so attuned to her comfort. "Could ride like this all day."

He laughed softly, the sound warm and comforting. "Thought you'd say that. I'll keep going easy on you, though. No need to exhaust you before tomorrow."

"Is that concern I hear?" she teased, nudging him lightly. "That super-soldier heart of yours is showing, Bucky."

He shrugged, his voice low and soft. "Maybe I just like having you around, Y/n."

She was glad he couldn't see her smile widen beneath her helmet. As they continued along the road, a comfortable silence settled between them, the kind that only two people who truly enjoyed each other's presence could share. And with the countryside stretching ahead, Y/n realized that for the first time in a long time, she felt completely at peace.

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After a few more hours on the road they made their way to the next motel, which was a bit more rustic but had its own charm. The scent of pine wafted in from the nearby woods, and Y/n felt the thrill of the road calling to her once more.

When they entered the new motel lobby, the clerk greeted them with a friendly smile. "Welcome! Two rooms?" he asked, glancing between them.

Bucky shot Y/n a sideways glance, his eyebrow raised in playful challenge. "Actually, just one room, please."

"Bucky!" Y/n exclaimed, her cheeks flushing slightly at the thought.

"What? It'll be fine!" he insisted, his voice teasing. "I promise I won't snore this time."

Y/n bit her lip, trying to suppress a smile. "Alright, but if you steal the covers, I'm throwing you out."

"Deal!" he laughed, and they exchanged amused looks as they checked in.

Entering their new room, they were met with a cozy ambiance—two single beds adorned with fluffy comforters separated by a small nightstand, a small kitchenette area, and a view of the forest outside. The intimacy of the space made her heart race a little, but she felt a strange sense of ease that hadn't been there the previous night.

"This is nice," Y/n said, setting her bag on the counter. "I could get used to this view."

"Yeah, it's pretty chill," Bucky agreed, unpacking his things. He turned to her with a mischievous grin. "So, you ready for another night of bonding?"

She chuckled, leaning against the wall. "I guess I can tolerate you for one more night. Just try not to hog the bathroom this time, alright?"

"I make no promises," he shot back, feigning innocence. "What if I need to groom my fabulous hair?"

Y/n rolled her eyes, trying to suppress her laughter. "Your 'fabulous hair' is just fine. No need for extra pampering, soldier."

As they settled into their evening routine, Y/n felt the awkwardness of the night before dissipate. They laughed together as they flipped through channels on the small TV, debating the merits of cheesy late-night movies.

"Okay, this is a classic," Bucky declared, pointing at a familiar title. "We have to watch this."

"Only if you promise not to criticize my taste in movies," Y/n teased.

"Deal," he replied, leaning back against the headboard.

As the movie played, Y/n found herself glancing at him more frequently. Bucky was focused on the screen, but she could see the corners of his mouth twitching with amusement at the ridiculousness of the plot. She felt a warmth spreading through her, more comfortable with the closeness than she'd ever expected.

After the movie ended, they both stretched and stifled yawns. "Okay, I think it's time for bed," Y/n said, a little shyly.

"Yeah, definitely," Bucky agreed, but he paused, looking at her seriously for a moment. "Hey, thanks for being so cool about all this. I really like hanging out with you like this."

Y/n felt her cheeks heat up at his sincerity. "I like it too, Bucky. It's nice to just be... us."

With the room dimmed, they settled into their beds, the soft hum of the forest outside lulling them into a calm state. This time, there was no awkwardness as they bid each other goodnight, the familiarity of their friendship wrapping around them like a warm blanket.

"Goodnight, Y/n," Bucky called softly, his voice rich with comfort.

"Goodnight, Bucky," she replied, her heart racing, knowing that she felt a little more than friendship blooming between them.

As she lay back against the pillow, Y/n couldn't help but smile to herself. The sound of Bucky's steady breathing soon filled the room, and with the peace of their growing bond, she finally drifted off to sleep, feeling more at ease than she had the night before.

—

Day 3

Y/n awoke to the soft sound of birds chirping outside their motel room. She stretched and yawned, the sunlight filtering through the thin curtains casting warm rays over the room. Glancing over, she saw Bucky still fast asleep, his arm draped across the pillow. A smile crept across her face as she remembered the events of the previous day—the adventures, the laughter, and their growing camaraderie.

Quietly, she slipped out of bed and headed to the small bathroom to freshen up. After a quick shower, she donned her favorite pair of jeans and a soft tank top, feeling comfortable and ready for another day on the road. She walked back into the room and spotted Bucky stirring, his eyes blinking open as he caught sight of her.

"Morning, sunshine," he murmured, a lazy grin spreading across his face.

"Morning," she replied, feigning indifference as she smoothed her hair. "You looked cute while you were sleeping, by the way."

Bucky chuckled, sitting up and stretching his arms over his head. "Cute? Is that the best you can do? I was going for ruggedly handsome."

"Oh, you're definitely rugged," she teased, leaning against the wall with her arms crossed. "Especially with that bedhead."

He shot her a mock glare, tousling his hair even more. "I was trying to impress you, you know. Guess I'll have to step up my game."

"Good luck with that," Y/n shot back and he chuckled. "But first, breakfast?"

"Yeah, let me freshen up and we can go." He said as he made his way to the bathroom.

After he was done they stepped outside into the crisp morning air, the sun shining down brightly as they mounted the motorcycle. Y/n's heart raced with excitement as she secured herself behind Bucky, wrapping her arms around his waist. She could feel the heat radiating from him, and it sent a pleasant shiver down her spine.

As they rode through the quiet streets, she found herself leaning closer, her chin resting against his shoulder. The familiarity was intoxicating, and with every mile, the playful banter flowed more easily between them.

"So, what's on the agenda today, Captain?" she asked, trying to sound casual while feeling a flutter of anticipation in her stomach.

Bucky chuckled. "Well, I figured we could hit the coast. Maybe drive along the shoreline. I know a great little beach town with some awesome seafood."

"Sounds perfect!" she exclaimed. "And if you're lucky, maybe I'll let you take me for a swim."

Bucky glanced back at her, his blue eyes sparkling with mischief. "Oh, I'm definitely lucky then. Just remember, I'm a great swimmer. If you start to sink, I'll rescue you. No worries."

She laughed, swatting at his arm playfully. "Please, I can hold my own! But you know, I wouldn't mind seeing you in a bathing suit."

Bucky raised an eyebrow, smirking as he shifted gears. "Now we're getting somewhere. I'll make sure to pack my best one."

They rode in comfortable silence for a while, the wind whipping through their hair, the smell of the ocean beginning to waft in the air as they approached the coast. Eventually, they pulled into a small seaside diner, the bright blue and white exterior reminiscent of a beach shack.

"This place is known for their lobster rolls," Bucky said, pulling off his helmet and shaking his hair out. "You ready to dive in?"

Y/n grinned, dismounting the bike and playfully nudging him with her shoulder. "As long as you promise not to steal mine."

"Steal yours? Never!" he feigned offense, crossing his arms dramatically. "I'm a gentleman, after all."

"Right," she said, rolling her eyes as they entered the diner. They settled into a booth by the window, and the waitress greeted them with a friendly smile.

"Morning, folks! What can I get you today?" she asked, her notepad ready.

"Two lobster rolls, please," Bucky ordered, flashing her a charming smile.

"Coming right up!" the waitress replied, glancing at Y/n with an approving nod before walking away.

Y/n leaned in closer to Bucky, lowering her voice conspiratorially. "You sure know how to charm the ladies, don't you?"

He shrugged, a teasing grin on his face. "Can you blame them? It's not every day they see a guy like me on a motorcycle."

"Oh, please. It's just the motorcycle," she said with a smirk. "Without it, you're just a brooding super soldier."

"Brooding? I prefer the term 'mysterious,' thank you very much." He leaned back, crossing his arms and pretending to ponder. "Besides, I've got a few moves to show you later."

Y/n raised an eyebrow, intrigued. "Oh? Is that so?"

"Yeah, you'll see." His expression turned playful as he leaned forward. "But don't get too comfortable. I might have to sweep you off your feet."

"Ha! Good luck with that, soldier." She leaned back, folding her arms across her chest defiantly. "You'll have to do better than that."

Their food arrived, and as they dug into the delicious lobster rolls, the conversation flowed easily, punctuated by laughter and playful jabs. They enjoyed every bite, and Bucky watched her with an appreciative grin as she savored the flavors.

"Okay, you win. These are amazing," she admitted, wiping a bit of sauce from her chin. "But I still have my eyes on that beach. You owe me a swim!"

Bucky leaned closer, a mischievous glint in his eye. "I think I can manage that. Just don't drown on me."

"Don't worry," she retorted, shooting him a smirk. "If anything, you'll be the one getting saved."

After they finished their meal, they wandered outside, the sun shining down warmly on the beach town. The sound of waves crashing against the shore filled the air, and Y/n felt a rush of excitement.

"Race you to the beach!" she shouted, taking off down the sandy path.

"Hey, wait!" Bucky called, laughing as he sprinted after her.

She reached the shore first, spinning around to face him, her heart racing from both the run and the thrill of the moment. The ocean glimmered in front of them, a beautiful expanse of blue stretching into the horizon.

"You made it," he panted, leaning over and putting his hands on his knees. "But I wasn't going all out!"

Y/n laughed, feeling victorious. "Yeah, right! Admit it, I'm faster than you."

"Fine, you're faster," he conceded, straightening up and flashing her a wide grin. "But I've got other skills."

"Like what? Brooding?" she teased, moving closer to the water's edge, where the waves lapped at her feet.

Bucky took a step toward her, his expression serious for a moment. "Like this." He splashed a handful of water at her, grinning as she squealed in surprise.

"Hey! Not cool!" she laughed, splashing back at him, and they both broke into a full-blown water fight, the laughter echoing around them.

As the sun climbed higher, they gradually wore themselves out and stood in the shallow water, their chests heaving from laughter and exertion. Bucky looked down at her, his expression softening. "You know, I'm really glad we decided to do this."

"Me too," Y/n replied, feeling a warmth spread in her chest. "This has been incredible."

Bucky stepped closer, the playful atmosphere shifting into something deeper. "You know, Y/n, you really are something special."

She felt her cheeks warm, unable to hold his gaze. "So are you, Bucky. I mean, I've always admired you, but seeing you like this... it's nice."

He smiled, the tension lingering between them as the waves crashed gently in the background. "I mean it. It's easy to forget what life is like outside of all the chaos we deal with."

"Yeah," she said softly, stepping a little closer, her heart racing. "It's nice to just... be ourselves."

Bucky's gaze locked onto hers, his voice dropping low. "We should do this more often."

"Agreed," Y/n replied, feeling a thrill run through her. "Just you, me, and the open road."

They stood there for a moment longer, the sun warming their skin, the ocean breeze swirling around them, both uncertain yet hopeful about what lay ahead. The shift in their relationship felt palpable, and as they exchanged glances, Y/n knew that this adventure was only just beginning.

—

After a long day of exploring the coast and laughter, they finally arrived at the next motel—a quaint little place that looked like it had been around for decades. The exterior was charming, adorned with colorful flower boxes under each window, but as they stepped inside, they were met with the receptionist's apologetic smile.

"I'm so sorry, but we're all booked up except for one room," the clerk said, glancing at her computer screen. "It's a queen bed, though."

Y/n exchanged a quick glance with Bucky, feeling her cheeks flush. "One bed? Are you sure that's the only option?"

"Unfortunately, yes," the clerk replied, looking genuinely sympathetic. "But it's a cozy room! I promise you'll enjoy your stay."

"Right, well," Bucky said, chuckling nervously, "I guess we'll take it."

As they made their way down the hall to their room, Y/n could feel the butterflies fluttering in her stomach. "I can't believe we're sharing a room again," she said, trying to lighten the mood. "At this rate, I'm going to start thinking you like me or something."

Bucky raised an eyebrow, smirking. "Maybe I do. You're just so irresistible."

"Careful, Barnes. Flattery will get you nowhere," she shot back, unable to hide her smile.

They entered the room, and the sight of the queen bed dominated the small space. The comforter was a cheerful shade of blue, and the curtains billowed gently with the breeze from the open window.

"Well, here we are," Y/n said, trying to sound casual as she tossed her bag onto the bed. "Home sweet home for the night."

Bucky set his bag down as well, looking at the bed with a hint of uncertainty. "So, uh, how do you want to do this?"

"Rock-paper-scissors for who gets the edge?" she suggested playfully, but her heart raced at the thought of being so close to him.

"Not a bad idea," he said, his tone lighter than he felt.

After a few moments of hesitation, they both climbed onto the bed—Bucky taking the left side, Y/n on the right. The space felt much smaller than before, and they both shifted a bit, trying to find their spots while maintaining some distance.

As the evening wore on, they settled in, the room filled with the soft sounds of the TV and their quiet conversations. Bucky shared stories from his past, and Y/n found herself captivated, laughing and leaning closer as he animatedly recounted tales from his time as an Avenger.

"This is the best," Y/n said, her heart feeling warm as she listened to him. "Just you, me, and a ridiculous motel."

"Right? I wouldn't trade it for anything," Bucky replied, meeting her gaze.

When the time finally came to sleep, the reality of the small bed loomed over them. Y/n turned to her side, facing away from him, hoping that would help ease the nervousness.

"Goodnight, Y/n," Bucky said softly, and she could hear the smile in his voice.

"Goodnight, Bucky," she replied, feeling her heart race as she closed her eyes.

The minutes ticked by, and Y/n felt the quiet calm settle over the room. The earlier tension had melted away, and she could sense Bucky's presence beside her, warm and comforting.

Eventually, she shifted slightly, trying to find a comfortable position. She barely noticed as she instinctively rolled over, seeking warmth. Before she knew it, she found herself nestled against Bucky's side, his arm draped protectively around her.

In his sleep, Bucky tightened his hold, pulling her closer. The warmth radiating from him enveloped her, and instead of feeling anxious, Y/n felt a rush of comfort wash over her.

—

Day 4

Hours passed, and as dawn broke, they both stirred, blinking sleepily against the soft light filtering through the window. Y/n felt disoriented for a moment until she realized their bodies were tangled together, limbs intertwined in a way that felt completely natural.

"Oh!" she exclaimed softly, pulling back slightly, her cheeks flushing. "I didn't mean to—"

Bucky opened his eyes, a lazy smile spreading across his face. "I guess we got a little cozy last night."

"Just a bit," she said, trying to hide her embarrassment. "I hope I didn't snore or anything."

"Not at all. You were surprisingly quiet," he teased, his voice still thick with sleep. "I actually enjoyed it."

As they both sat up, Bucky's hand brushed against hers, and the fleeting contact sent a spark of electricity between them. Y/n's heart raced again, and she looked up to meet his gaze, both of them aware of the newfound intimacy lingering in the morning light.

"Ready for another day?" Bucky asked, his eyes twinkling with mischief.

"Absolutely," Y/n replied, her nervousness from earlier slowly fading as they both chuckled, embracing the comfort of the day ahead, side by side.

"We've got a full day ahead!" she continued, her excitement bubbling over. "We're hitting the road to the next beach, remember?"

"Did you say beach? What's on the agenda?" Bucky asked, his eyes glimmered with excitement.

"Surfing lessons!" she declared, her eyes sparkling with enthusiasm. "I found a place that offers lessons for beginners. You, me, and some waves!"

"Surfing, huh? You think you can take me on?" Bucky smirked.

"Oh, I can definitely take you on!" she challenged, tossing a pillow at him. "Just try to keep up, old man."

"Old man?" he echoed, mock offense painting his features. "I'll have you know that I am a super soldier. I'm not old!"

"Sure, but I'm younger, so that gives me the edge," she shot back, laughing as she dashed to the door.

"Hey, no running away!" Bucky shouted, jumping out of bed and chasing after her.

Y/n burst into laughter as she darted out of the motel room, but she wasn't quick enough to evade his grasp. Bucky caught her around the waist, pulling her back against him as they both tumbled onto the grass outside. They lay there for a moment, breathless, looking up at the sky.

"Okay, okay, you win," Y/n laughed, her heart racing from the rush of adrenaline and closeness. "But you'd better treat me to some breakfast first."

Bucky propped himself up on one elbow, looking down at her, his expression softening. "You drive a hard bargain, but I think I can manage that."

They spent the next hour devouring breakfast burritos at a nearby café, sharing stories and laughing over their meals. Bucky couldn't help but admire the way Y/n animatedly described her favorite surf movies, her hands gesturing as she spoke.

"Seriously, it's like you're born to surf," he said, shaking his head in mock disbelief. "I can already picture you riding the waves like a pro."

Y/n smirked, leaning closer across the table. "What about you? I can picture you being the 'cool' instructor, wearing those ridiculous sun hats."

"Hey, those hats are a necessity!" he protested, pretending to look offended. "Besides, I think I'd rock it."

"Right," she laughed, sipping her coffee. "I can't wait to see that."

After breakfast, they mounted the motorcycle once more, excitement buzzing between them as they headed to the surf school. The coast was beautiful, the sun shining down on the sparkling waves as they pulled up to the beach.

As they dismounted, Y/n felt her pulse quicken. "This is it!" she exclaimed, practically bouncing on her feet. "We're going to have so much fun!"

Bucky smiled, running a hand through his hair. "Just remember, if you wipe out, I'm right there to catch you."

"Oh, I'll be fine. Just try not to get too jealous when I'm riding the waves like a pro," she teased, nudging him with her elbow.

They joined a group of beginners and were soon in the water, trying to balance on their surfboards. Bucky was surprisingly good at it, and Y/n found herself laughing and cheering him on as he managed to catch a few small waves.

"Look at you!" she called out, clapping as he hopped off his board, grinning ear to ear. "You're a natural!"

"Thanks! But don't get too comfortable. I'm coming for you next!" he yelled back, his playful determination evident.

Y/n took a deep breath and paddled out, trying to channel the enthusiasm she felt earlier. She managed to catch a wave, riding it for a moment before wiping out spectacularly.

"Y/n!" Bucky laughed, rushing over to help her back onto her board. "That was a bit of a tumble, huh?"

"Just getting my bearings!" she shot back, shaking off the water and grinning up at him. "Now, if I could just figure out how to stay on the board, I'll be golden."

"Just like that, huh?" he said, leaning in closer, their faces inches apart. "Want me to show you?"

Her heart raced as he held out his hand, and she took it, feeling a jolt of electricity pass between them. "Okay, teach me, oh wise one."

Bucky positioned himself behind her on the board, guiding her movements. "Just remember to shift your weight and keep your balance. I've got you."

As they paddled out together, she could feel his breath on her neck, and she leaned into him instinctively, trying to steady herself. "Like this?" she asked, trying to focus on his instructions but getting distracted by how good it felt to be so close.

"Exactly," he murmured, his voice low and reassuring. "You're doing great, Y/n."

After several attempts, Y/n finally managed to ride a wave, her exhilaration spilling over as she returned to the shore. Bucky was waiting for her, his eyes wide with pride. "You did it! I knew you could!"

"Only because you helped me," she said, catching her breath. "You're not half bad at this surfing thing."

"Just wait until I show you my secret moves," he said, flashing her a cheeky grin. "Then I'll really blow your mind."

They spent the rest of the afternoon laughing, splashing in the water, and taking turns riding the waves. As the sun began to set, casting a golden hue across the sky, they sat side by side on the beach, water lapping at their feet.

"I can't believe how much fun today was," Y/n said, looking out at the horizon. "Thank you for making this trip amazing."

"Honestly, I've enjoyed every minute," Bucky replied, his tone turning serious. He turned to her, his gaze intense. "You know, it's more than just the trip for me. Being with you like this... it feels right."

Y/n's heart raced at his words, a flutter of hope blossoming in her chest. "I feel the same way. I didn't expect to connect with you like this."

Bucky shifted closer, his shoulder brushing against hers. "I've always admired you, Y/n. You're strong, funny, and just... you. I didn't want to admit it, but I've been falling for you."

"Really?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper, her heart pounding. "I thought I was the only one."

He nodded, his blue eyes searching hers. "It's true. I've felt something special between us ever since we started this trip. I just didn't know how to say it."

"I'm glad you did," she said softly, leaning in closer. "Because I've been feeling it too. You're amazing, Bucky. And I really like you."

The moment hung in the air, charged with emotion as the sun dipped lower in the sky. Bucky reached out, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear, his touch sending shivers down her spine.

"Can I..." he began, his voice a low murmur, "kiss you?"

Y/n nodded, her heart racing as they leaned in, the world around them fading away. Their lips met softly, a spark igniting between them. It was tender yet filled with unspoken promise, the waves crashing behind them and the sunset painting the sky in vibrant colors.

As they pulled away, Bucky's forehead rested against hers, both of them breathing heavily. "Wow," he said, a playful smirk returning. "I think I like this new adventure."

"Me too," Y/n replied, grinning as warmth flooded through her.

The sun dipped below the horizon, painting the sky in hues of orange, pink, and violet as the cool breeze ruffled their hair, and the sound of crashing waves filled the air, a perfect soundtrack to the moment.

They sat like that for a moment, enjoying the atmosphere and each other's presence. After a while she looked back up at him, the way he was looking at her making her stomach flip. "We should probably head to the motel before it gets too dark."

"Right, good idea," he said, his voice low and warm. They hopped back on the motorcycle, the lingering tension between them crackling as they rode. The ride felt different now, charged with new energy, the cool wind swirling around them almost romantic.

After a short drive, they arrived at another quaint motel, the neon sign flickering against the twilight sky. They parked the motorcycle and walked inside, the familiar scent of clean linens and faint air freshener welcoming them. As they approached the receptionist, Y/n couldn't shake the excitement bubbling in her chest.

"Just one room, please," Bucky said confidently, without a hint of hesitation.

"Sure thing! Here's your key," the receptionist replied with a knowing smile.

Y/n looked at Bucky, her heart racing again. "We're doing this again, huh?"

Bucky grinned, his eyes sparkling with mischief. "What can I say? I love living dangerously."

They made their way down the dimly lit hallway, and as they entered the room, the sight of the queen bed instantly reminded them of the last time they had shared a bed. The nervous tension was palpable again, but this time it felt different—more comfortable, like an unspoken agreement hung in the air.

"Well, here we are," Bucky said, his voice laced with a mixture of excitement and nerves. He tossed his bag onto the bed, glancing over his shoulder at her. "Want to arm wrestle for the edge?"

Y/n laughed, shaking her head. "You're on. But I'm warning you—I've been practicing."

Bucky feigned shock. "Practicing? That's not fair!"

They sat across from each other, both pretending to be serious about their little contest, but the laughter and playful banter soon melted into something more tender. Y/n felt her heart thump in her chest as their hands clasped together, the warmth of his skin sending shivers up her arm.

"Okay, ready?" Bucky asked, his blue eyes locked onto hers, a playful challenge in his gaze.

"Ready," she replied, their muscles straining against each other. They both laughed as they pushed against one another, Bucky eventually letting her win with a dramatic sigh.

"Fine, you're stronger than you look," he admitted, chuckling. "But don't think that means you can take my side of the bed!"

"Oh, please," she said, playfully nudging him. "I'll take whatever side I want."

As they settled into the bed, both of them were still a bit shy, a comfortable silence falling between them. Y/n lay on her back, staring up at the ceiling, her mind racing with thoughts of the kiss, the warmth of Bucky's body next to hers.

"Y/n?" Bucky said softly, breaking the silence.

"Yeah?" she replied, turning to face him, her heart fluttering.

"Can I ask you something?"

"Of course," she said, her curiosity piqued.

"Do you... do you think we're moving too fast?" he asked, looking a bit uncertain.

Y/n took a moment to consider his question, her heart racing. "I don't think so. I mean, this trip has brought us closer in ways I never expected. It feels... right."

Bucky's expression softened, and he nodded slowly. "I feel it too. I just didn't want to ruin anything between us by rushing into things."

"Bucky," she said, reaching for his hand and squeezing it, "it's okay to take things slow, but it's also okay to be excited about what's happening between us."

His eyes met hers, and in that moment, everything felt clear. The laughter, the teasing, the tender moments—they all led them to this. He leaned closer, their foreheads touching as their breaths mingled in the small space between them.

"Y/n," he murmured, his voice low and sincere. "You mean a lot to me. I've never felt like this before."

"I feel the same," she whispered, her heart pounding as she leaned in, their lips brushing together gently at first. The kiss deepened, filled with the intensity of their feelings.

As they pulled back, they both wore matching smiles, the atmosphere in the room shifting to one of undeniable intimacy.

"Let's just... relax tonight," Bucky suggested, his fingers still entwined with hers. "I don't want to pressure either of us."

Y/n nodded, feeling the warmth of his presence wrap around her. They spent the next few hours talking, sharing stories about their lives, their dreams, and their fears, slowly unraveling the layers they had built around their hearts.

As the night wore on, they fell into an easy rhythm, the barriers that once separated them dissolving in the gentle glow of the bedside lamp.

At some point, Bucky shifted closer, their bodies naturally gravitating toward each other. She could feel the heat radiating from him, and before long, they were tangled together, arms wrapped around each other, their legs brushing against one another.

"I've got to admit, this is pretty nice," he murmured, his voice thick with sleepiness.

"Yeah, it really is," Y/n replied softly, feeling completely at ease.

Bucky looked down at her. "You know, I've wanted to kiss you for a long time."

Y/n felt her breath hitch at his confession, a thrill running through her. "Really? I thought I was the only one."

"Guess we're both just a little slow," he said with a small laugh.

She smiled, their eyes locked. "Or maybe we just needed the right moment."

"Speaking of which..." Bucky's voice dropped to a whisper as he leaned closer, his breath warm against her skin.

Their lips met again, this time with a newfound urgency, a sweet hunger igniting between them. Bucky's hand found its way to her waist, pulling her closer, their bodies fitting perfectly together.

As they kissed, Y/n felt all the nervous tension from earlier melt away, replaced by a wave of desire. The kiss deepened, Bucky's hand slipping beneath her shirt, fingertips brushing against her skin, sending a jolt of electricity through her.

"Are you sure about this?" he asked, pulling back just enough to search her eyes, his gaze serious.

"Absolutely," she breathed, feeling more alive than ever.

With that unspoken agreement, the atmosphere shifted again, charged with passion. Their kisses grew more fervent, and as Bucky shifted his body closer, their breaths quickened, hearts racing in tandem.

Eventually, they found themselves tangled together, Bucky's warm hands exploring the curves of her body while she pressed closer, feeling completely enveloped by him. It was exhilarating and new, and Y/n felt a thrill run through her as they lost themselves in each other.

As the night deepened, they surrendered to the moment, their bodies moving in a rhythm that felt natural and right. Each touch ignited a fire within them, and they navigated the uncharted territory of intimacy, laughter mingling with sighs as they shared this beautiful connection.

The world outside faded away as they became lost in their own cocoon of warmth, surrendering to the emotions that had been building between them throughout the trip.

Eventually, they fell into a blissful slumber, their bodies still intertwined, the soft glow of the lamp illuminating their peaceful expressions.

When Y/n awoke later, it was to the feeling of Bucky's warm breath against her neck, his arm snugly around her waist. The moment was blissful, filled with the remnants of their earlier connection. She shifted slightly, and Bucky stirred, opening his eyes to meet hers.

"Morning," he mumbled, a sleepy grin spreading on his face.

"Morning," she replied, her heart fluttering at the sight of him so relaxed.

"Did we—" he began, looking a bit sheepish.

"We did," she confirmed, her cheeks flushing.

Bucky chuckled softly, the sound rumbling in his chest. "Guess that makes this our first real night together."

"Guess so," Y/n replied, feeling both nervous and excited at the same time.

"Just to be clear, I wouldn't trade that for anything," he said earnestly, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear. "I really like you, Y/n."

Her heart soared at his words, and she smiled brightly at him. "I like you too, Bucky. More than I thought I would

They lay there in a comfortable silence, as if neither wanted to break the spell. And maybe, she thought, neither of them had to. This trip, the endless roads, and stolen glances had all led to this—an unspoken understanding that something had changed between them, something that was just beginning.

After a few more quiet moments, Bucky cleared his throat. "So...what now?" There was a hint of vulnerability in his voice, rare for him, and it only made her heart ache with affection.

"Maybe we keep going," she said softly, tracing her fingers along the rough fabric of his shirt. "See where the road takes us?"

Bucky's lips quirked into a half-smile. "I like the sound of that." He shifted, propping himself up on his elbow as he looked down at her. "But you know, Y/n, once we get back to New York...things are going to be different."

"Yeah," she admitted, meeting his gaze with a steady confidence she didn't quite feel. "But that's okay. I think I'm ready for different."

The words hung between them, heavy with promise. It wasn't just about what happened on this trip—it was about what waited for them beyond it. Missions and fights would come and go, but she knew now that whatever happened, they'd face it together. This wasn't just a fling or a stolen moment on the road; it was something more, something that would stay with them long after they returned to the city.

They packed up their things slowly that morning, taking their time, reluctant to leave this quiet, stolen space. As they loaded up the bike, Bucky handed her the helmet with a smirk. "Think you can handle another day of my driving?"

Y/n rolled her eyes but smiled. "You just focus on the road, Barnes. I'll be here... holding on tight."

She climbed onto the bike behind him, her arms wrapping around his waist with a natural familiarity now. As the engine roared to life and they pulled onto the open road, Y/n felt a strange sense of peace wash over her. The miles stretched ahead of them, but for once, she wasn't looking at the destination.

She was right where she wanted to be.

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Blood is Thicker Preview (Bucky Barnes x Vampire!Reader)

Summary: A little preview on something I am working on. Please read the note at the bottom.

Word Count: 513

When you think of an apocalypse, you’d normally think of some nuclear fallout that levels cities or some virus outbreak that turns people into brain-eating zombies. You’d never think that vampires would be involved in this apocalypse. Sure, one could kind of classify vampires and zombies, seeing as they are undead, they feed on humans, and their bite can turn a human into one of them. 

You blame the Avengers for this vampire apocalypse. If they hadn’t been snooping around the HYDRA base, they wouldn’t have found the experimental chambers where you were being held. They wouldn’t have fought against the HYDRA ‘scientists’ that were there and wouldn’t have accidentally opened up the cells that were holding those monsters that were created from you.

Maybe you should blame HYDRA for this vampire apocalypse. If they hadn’t captured and experimented on you, they wouldn’t have created these monsters from you. Their plan was to create more like you. Exactly like you. A vampire that can take orders and hold a conversation. All they got from you is monster-like creatures that crawl on all fours. They drool all over the place, fangs out for everyone to see what they are, and eyes shot red like the blood they crave. HYDRA found out that one bite from them will turn a human in under 4 hours, like a virus transmitted by saliva. 

Or maybe you should blame yourself for this vampire apocalypse. If you hadn’t let your guard down, you wouldn’t have been captured in the first place. You should have been on guard all the time, always looking over your shoulder. But you got comfortable. Surely no one would know what you are, you thought. You had always been careful up till that point, moving to a new city before people grew suspicious of your eternal youth, making sure not to grow any attachments on purpose so that you could start a new life anywhere and anytime you wanted. Surely, no one suspected a thing about you. It was your comfort that gave you away. 

No. You should blame the one that turned you into this…thing. All those centuries ago, when you were an innocent Victorian lady, he attacked you in the middle of the night. He came through your window, and you woke the moment his fangs pierced your neck. You tried to fight him off, fearing for your life at the unknown monster above you. Then he stopped feeding from your artery and stared into your eyes for a moment before he opened up his own artery. Blood fell into your mouth as he whispered that he liked you. “Come find me,” he said, placing his hands on either side of your face before breaking your neck to kill you. You wake up the next morning feeling different.

Not once have you thought about killing the man who turned you into a vampire. But with the human population starting to suffer from the growing population of dhampirs, you know that might be the only way to stop it all.

Note: This idea has been in my head for such a long time now and after smoking some of the devil's lettuce (this is a safe space but I am not encouraging drugs) the words come out of me. So, this is going to be my little project in between things. Let's see where it goes, let me know what you think!!

xXx Jess

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Trapped in Silk: Chapter One

Trapped in Silk: Chapter One

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: The world has been turned on its head ever since news spread that vampires are not only very real, but many have walked the earth undetected for centuries. You keep to yourself, head down and out of everyone's way. That is, until you bump into a stranger while avoiding a group of men chasing after you. You think you've seen the last of this stranger, only to run into him once more. Your life is turned upside down as he envelopes you into his life and into his riches. Are you a passing fancy, or are you the latest addition to his treasure trove? Only time will tell. (Vampire!AU)

Content Warning: Reader is chased, Derogatory names directed at reader, Creepy men being creepy men, Cursing, Blood, Dismemberment, Vampires, Pet names, Threats, Flirting, Awkward Reader, Reader making not the best decisions. I think that's it, but please let me know if I've missed something!

Word Count: 3.1k

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You cursed lightly under your breath at the sight of the group of men standing around the entrance to the convenient store. Normally, you wouldn’t have stopped, but you had been too busy to make your weekly grocery run on Sunday, and you were fresh out of pretty much anything to eat in your tiny apartment. So, it was either stock up on the essentials or live off of fast food until the weekend.

You wish you’d let yourself starve.

They weren’t a rowdy bunch, and perhaps that’s what made you so nervous to approach. These men weren’t like the groups of loud college boys that hung around this same store. No, these men had an edge to them, something you couldn’t quite place. A sensation pulled at your gut, and you frowned, the sensation not altogether unfamiliar. You had experienced the same feeling several times throughout your life, almost like a sixth sense. You had learned to ignore it, keeping your head down and wanting little to do with the limelight that came with pursuing sensations like those. You’d seen the psychics on TV from time to time—usually when your grandmother had them playing in the background growing up—and you wanted no part in it. You weren’t psychic, you were just really good at guessing.

Maybe if you kept saying it, you’d believe it one day.

You pulled your coat tighter, more to hide yourself than to stave off the early winter chill that crept along the sidewalk, and you tilted your head down as you marched past the group of men.

You could feel their eyes on you, but you didn’t linger to let them get a good look. Blinking against the shock of the fluorescents, you wrinkled your nose as the warmth of the convenience store stung at the apples of your cheeks. You surveyed the aisles before grabbing a small hand-held basket and moving towards the frozen section. It wasn’t ideal, but the convenience of pre-made food would have to do until you could make an actual grocery run.

It wasn’t that you thought you were too good for the processed food, you just liked the rituals of cooking every night along with making your lunch for the next day. It was a relaxing part of your day, a sense of accomplishment that you didn’t have to associate with your menial job.

Your eyes wandered down the aisles as you passed, stopping in front of the pre-made food section. The sandwiches didn’t look too bad, maybe a little bland, but they’d surely get you through the week. You picked a couple of roast beef and turkey ones, turning your attention to the different bags of chips available. You wanted to keep your fast food runs to a minimum, but the convenience store only offered so much for you to choose from. With a sigh, you grabbed a couple of bags of chips, not really caring what kind you grabbed.

There were a couple of other people milling about the store, some casting nervous glances towards the exit—not that you blamed them, of course.

You walked as casually as you could towards the register, the older man paying you little mind as he began to scan your items. You shifted on your feet nervously, hands clenching and unclenching in your coat pockets as you gave another quick glance towards the doors. Maybe if you covered your face enough…

“Did you drive here?”

You glanced up at the clerk, a wary grimace on his face as he followed your line of sight. You pressed your lips together with a shake of your head. No, it didn’t make sense to have a car in the city—not when public transport was readily available. Maybe if you lived further out in the suburbs.

“No,” You replied. “It’s only a couple of blocks to my apartment though. I’ll manage.”

“I’ve tried calling the cops a couple of times,” the clerk continued, scanning the last of your items. “Said those guys keep scaring my customers, but they don’t do anything. Even threatened to fine me for wasting their time, the bastards.”

You made a sympathetic noise in return, taking the bags from him and bracing yourself for the inevitable. Maybe you should have just gone home, come back on your lunch break tomorrow. It was too late now.

“Stay safe, miss,” the clerk called after you, worry creasing his brow as he leaned over the counter to watch your retreat. You offered him the ghost of a smile before pulling your coat closer, hoping the lapels would obscure your face enough in the shadows.

The automatic door chimed as you stepped through, a gust of wind whipping around you as you stepped out onto the walkway. The sharpness of the cold dug into your skin, clawing its way down to your bones and sending a shiver up your spine as you gasped at the sudden sensation. Mistake number one.

“Well, hey, sugar,” purred one of the men, sliding off of his perch atop the bike rack, a leering grin on his face. Dark hair ruffled in the wind, casting shadows across his face but doing little to hide the sinister look in his eye. “You look cold. How ‘bout we help warm you up.”

Mistake number two was assuming he wouldn’t follow you as you turned on your heel to walk in the opposite direction.

“Oh, now don’t be like that, baby,” he called after you, a couple of chuckles ringing out from his friends, the sounds of footsteps echoing behind you. Mistake number three was not running back inside the convenience store to call a friend to take you home.

You picked up your pace slightly, trying not to draw attention to your rising panic as your heart hammered in your chest. Your nostrils flared as you tried to keep your breathing even, your groceries starting to feel heavy in your hands.

“Hey, bitch, I’m talking to you!”

You broke out into a run, your bags jostling at your sides until one by one they fell from your grip, colliding with the sidewalk below, but still you kept running. Your feet carried you as fast as they could, lungs burning as your eyes scanned the streets for signs of anyone who could help you.

This is the city, you thought. How is there no one walking around?

You supposed most people tried to stick to the safety of the indoors now that the new threat of vampire kind was out in the open. No one wanted to be the unsuspecting victim of a thing they had long thought to be a myth.

“When I catch you,” snarled the man behind you, closer than you would have liked, “you’re going to regret ever even being born.”

You willed your feet to move faster, willing the shadows to hide you from the impending threat behind you. How could you have been so stupid? Why didn’t you call for a ride?

Help me, you thought. Your muscles ached and threatened to spasm as you continued your sprint. The buildings began to blur together, all looking the same through the haze of your fear and tears. You choked on a breath, gasping for air that wouldn’t come as you veered right.

Please.

Your teeth chattered as the wind rushed around you, your nose and lips growing numb the longer you stayed out in the cold.

Someone help me.

Could you hide? Would you have enough time to duck into an alley to find a spot, or would they find you still? Would anyone answer their speakers if you rang. Would you even have time to explain what was happening?

Please.

You scrunched your eyes, pressing forward as you rounded left on the corner, only making it a few feet before you ran into a wall. You grunted, stumbling back and almost falling on your rear before a set of strong arms wrapped around you, keeping you steady. Not a wall, or at least not an inanimate one.

Hands settled on your waist, and you cowered for a moment, thinking one of the men had caught you. You gazed up, meeting cerulean blue as they stared down at you, an unreadable look on the handsome stranger’s face. For a moment, you felt relief as you realized that the man in front of you was, in fact, not one of the men who had been chasing you. Your shoulders sagged in relief for just a moment, your hands tightening in the stranger’s black shirt.

A cold breeze kicked up, sending another shiver through you and cooling the hot stream of tears that ran down your face. You shivered at the sensation, subconsciously leaning into the stranger for warmth. He continued to study you, a furrow in his brow that seemed more perplexed than put out. The stranger opened his mouth as if to say something, stopping as the sound of feet hitting the pavement came up behind you.

“That bitch must have-” The other man stopped, his companions slowing behind him as well. A sneer curled on his lips as his dark eyes spotted you. “Well, well. Looks like you had the bright idea that it was better to come with us than run away.”

The stranger tightened his hold on you, a low growl sounding in his throat as you trembled. Something dangerous flashed in his eyes, the irises seeming to almost glow as he listened to the man in front of you.

“Get behind me,” he murmured, guiding you to stand behind him. Your body trembled at the sound of his voice, not from fear, but from the way it rang in your ears—like warm liquid. You allowed him to maneuver you, his hands moving from your hips up to grab the lapels of your coat, pulling them tighter around you.

“Now close your eyes,” he continued, the lilt in his tone hard to resist. You obeyed, lashes fluttering against your cheeks as his hands smoothed over your shoulders. “Don’t look until I tell you to, no matter what you hear, okay?”

You nodded, earning a low hum.

“Words, draga mea.”

“Yes,” you managed, voice sounding small even to your ears. Fingertips danced across your jaw lightly before pulling away.

“Good girl.”

You sensed more than felt him pulling away, your body swaying towards him. You scolded yourself internally at your reaction to this stranger.

Must be the adrenaline, you thought.

“Look, pal,” the man chasing you snickered, “we don’t want any trouble. Listen, I’ll even let you have her after we’ve had our-”

His words cut off with a sickening, wet sound followed by silence. A moment passed before all hell broke loose around you.

“What the fuck?” The man shrieked, and you couldn’t help but open your eyes, letting out an involuntary gasp at the sight. The man’s left hand was missing, spurts of blood shooting out as he grasped the stump with his right hand, leaning over in pain.

“What the fuck?” He repeated, dark eyes wide in shock as they glanced from the stump that used to be his hand, up to the tall figure in front of him.

“Dude!” Shouted one of his companions, the burly man slowly backing up as he looked at the stranger in front of him. “It’s a fucking blood sucker!”

“That’s right,” the handsome stranger said, inspecting the blood that coated his gloved hand, head tilting as if considering something. “I’m a ‘blood sucker.’ So, if you want to keep your lives, I suggest you run.”

The men stood paralyzed, limbs visibly shaking as they stared at him. You couldn’t say you didn’t feel the same in that moment, even with his ire directed elsewhere. The stranger let out an irritated sigh, rolling his shoulders as he fixed the group of men with a less than impressed look before waving them off with a flick of his wrist.

“Now.”

The men didn’t hesitate this time, turning and running like their lives depended on it, and you supposed they did. You startled as the handsome stranger turned back to face you, a disapproving look on his face as he saw your eyes wide open.

“Draga mea,” he admonished, walking over to you slowly, ignoring the way you tensed up as his attention was fixated on you. He stripped his gloves slowly, pocketing them as he stopped in front of you. Cool fingers traced your jawline, moving to cup your chin between his thumb and pointer finger to lift your chin up.

“I thought I told you to keep your eyes shut,” he tutted, thumb running along your bottom lip. You gasped at the sensation, eyes growing wide at his familiarity before gathering your wits about you long enough to take a step away from him.

He’s still a stranger, you reminded yourself, a small frown tugging at the corners of your lips. And a vampire to boot. Don’t let your guard down.

The man in front of you smirked, as if able to read your mind, and for a moment you wondered if he could. You squared your shoulders, clearing your throat as you looked him in the eye. The smirk grew into a lop-sided grin as he watched you, a kind of fondness lighting up his gaze.

“Thank you for your help,” you said, hugging your coat tighter around you, suddenly very aware of the winter chill that surrounded you. “I should get going though.”

You began to walk away, stopping as the stranger took a step towards you, his grin replaced with another frown.

“Alone?” He questioned.

“Yes,” you replied, watching him warily. The man shook his head, coming up to stand beside you.

“That won’t do, draga mea,” he purred. “Let me walk you home.”

“Look,” you turned to him, feeling the irritation bubble up inside you at his insistence. You stopped as you realized you didn’t know this man’s name.

“Bucky,” he supplied, a twinkle in his eyes as he peered down at you. You took a deep breath, avoiding his eyes to keep from making a complete fool of yourself.

“Bucky,” you repeated. “It’s not that I don’t appreciate you saving me from those creeps-”

“You’re welcome,” he ginned, leaning forward.

“Because I do,” you continued, pointedly ignoring him. “But I’ve already taken up enough of your time, and I’m really not that far from my apartment.”

“Nonsense,” he waved you off. “What kind of gentleman would I be if I didn’t escort you home? To make sure that you’re safe?”

You hummed, crossing your arms and eyeing him as he gave you another boyish grin. You could point out the fact that he was a vampire on top of being a stranger, that was two strikes against him. As if reading your mind once more, Bucky put his hands up in a placating gesture.

“I promise to keep my hands to myself,” he vowed. You stared at him for another moment before sighing.

“Right,” you muttered, starting the walk towards your apartment. Bucky fell into step next to you, an easy silence falling between the two of you. It was Bucky who broke the silence first.

“What were you even doing out here in the dark on your own?”

You gave him a sharp look from the corner of your eye.

“I needed groceries,” you told him, stopping dead in your tracks with a groan. Bucky arched a brow at you in question as you grimaced.

“My groceries,” you pouted, running a hand through your hair. “I dropped them after those guys…”

Bucky made a sympathetic noise, nodding his head in understanding.

“Do you want to go back?” He asked, gesturing towards the way the two of you had just came. “We can get you some things to replace all of it.”

“No,” you sighed, feeling the weariness seep into your bones after a long day and an even longer night. “No, thank you. I think I just want to go home.”

“You’re sure?” He asked, blue eyes studying you. “It’s not a problem.”

“I’m sure,” you smiled, though you knew it didn’t quite reach your eyes. “I appreciate it, but I have work in the morning, and it’s already late.”

“Alright then,” Bucky nodded, falling back into step with you. The silence was filled with tension, but for what reason, you couldn’t place. You felt his eyes on you the entire time, studying you still as you hunched your shoulders to try and hide from him. What was he looking at? Was there something on your face? Was he planning on how to best trap you and drink you dry? Was he just toying with you at this point?

“Your heart is pounding, draga mea,” he purred, his hand brushing against your coat sleeve. “What has you so worked up?”

“N-nothing,” you stuttered, feeling your cheeks warm with embarrassment. Bucky hummed, a twitch of his lips your only indicator that he found this whole situation amusing. You rounded another corner, breathing out a sigh of relief as you spotted your apartment. Your gait quickened, Bucky matching your pace easily until you stopped at the stairs leading up to the entryway. You stepped up onto the first step, turning to face Bucky with a bashful smile.

“Well,” you gestured back behind you, “this is me.”

Bucky arched a brow at you, an amused smirk on his face as you fiddled with your fingers awkwardly.

“You’re not going to invite me in?” He questioned, that familiar smirk taking purchase on his lips once more. You spluttered, eyes growing wide as you tried to think of how to answer. Bucky’s smirk transformed back into that boyish grin once more.

“Kidding, draga mea,” he chuckled. You scowled at him, though there was no real heat behind it.

“Well,” you blew out a breath, “thanks for walking me home and, um, saving…me.”

“No thanks necessary,” he assured you. “But, I would like your name.”

Your cheeks grew even hotter at the realization that you had never actually given this man your name. You supplied it, and he repeated it in a low rumble, as if tasting it on his tongue.

“It suits you, I think,” he nodded, shoving his hands in his pockets and shooting a wink your way. “Well, I’ll see you around, doll.”

He backed up, eyes trained on you as a devilish smirk stretched across his lips before he turned around and continued on his way. You watched after him until he disappeared around the corner, blowing out a breath as you looked up at the starless sky above. Part of you hoped you never saw him again, but another, darker part of you prayed you did.

A/N: And here's chapter one! The man, the myth, the legend! Bucky is so interesting to write, and I'm excited to delve into his character and see what kind of person he's going to be! Can't wait to hear thoughts!

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The Blood Pact (completed)

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

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.

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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

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Credit to the wonderful @tacticalhimbo for creating this for me. He has done a lot of wonderful writing and creative work for me, so check him out! Please note or reblog to help out, if you're willing! I could really have help spreading the word so I can have some commissions and be able to pay my bills! Characters from all fandoms listed are welcome, but specialties are: Abigail Roberts Marston, John Marston, Bucky Barnes, Yelena Belova, Natasha Romanoff, Peggy Carter, Steve Rogers, Dragon Age's Fenris, Cullen Rutherford, Merill, Isabela, Harvey Dent, Poison Ivy, Daniel Molloy, Armand and SO many more.

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Lila’s Library

(Fanfic Recs)

Marvel

Avatar

Harry Potter

911

Criminal Minds

BTS

Formula 1

Twilight

The Vampire Diaries/The Originals

Hobbit/Lord of the Rings

Bridgerton

DC

Hunger Games

Game of Thrones/House of the Dragon

Famous People

Video Games

Yu-Gi-Oh!

Miraculous

Night at the museum

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OUR VAMPIRE STORY

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Bucky Barnes was finally free of HYDRA. He broke free of the mind control, and he became known as the "White Wolf." Which also means you two can finally be together. But on a Friday night, Bucky was leaving the bar alone, of course, when he got hit in the back of the head. Rendering him unconscious and dragged to an unknown location. As he slowly woke up, the familiar smell of sterile equipment and the sound of machines hit all he senses. He knew he was back in that same room as before. However, this time, there was a new smell in the air. Bucky couldn't quite place the smell, but he knew one thing it wasn't good. A fresh blood bag was hooked to his arm. Though it wasn't taking blood, no, it was giving blood. Then, with a sharp twist to the right, Bucky's neck was snapped.

The next morning, he woke up and automatically felt different. Every sense was heightened. The dial cranked all the way up. He could hear blood pumping in a person's body. Smell their scent from across the room. See things in ways he never thought possible. His teeth looked normal until he would catch the scent of blood, and his fangs would poke through his healthy pink gums. After a few days of serving, Steve and you finally found him. He looked normal. His eyes are still that mesmerizing shade of blue. His skin is tan as ever. Then you saw it. Those pearly white sharp fangs that came out at the smell of the blood dripping from your arm. Before he could do anything, Steve came up behind him and knocked him out. Taking him and both you and Steve made a silent vow to help him control the blood lust no matter the cost.

That was 7 months ago. Thanks to the help of you and Steve, Bucky has managed to control most of the blood lust. Sticking to blood bags that you would steal from the hospital. Only a few at a time, so you don't raise suspicion. It wasn't the best way to drink blood, but it kept him from biting people. One night, while you and Bucky were sitting on the couch cuddling and watching TV when a scene in the movie played that turned you on. Naturally, Bucky could smell the arousal pooling in between your legs. Shifting a little, leaning back against the couch more, his legs falling open. Well fuck that didn't make it easier. Nope that just made it worse.

"I can smell you babygirl." He muttered. Causing you to squeeze your legs together, in hopes to mask the smell. It didn't work. His hand gripped your thigh pulling them apart once more. "Don't". He leans over, his lips ghosting against your neck. "Why do you have to smell so good?" Pepper kisses are left along your neck. Tilting your neck to the side to give better access. Nipping at your sweet spot, he whispers "I want you."

Pinning you down against the couch, hands above your head. His lips met yours in a hungry heated kiss. Bucky leaves small love bites down your neck. Keeping the bites light. But when he heard your heartbeat racing, and your arousal increasing, his fangs slowly emerged from his mouth. "Just one taste".

"Bucky you can't. You won't be able to stop"

"I'll stop doll I promise. I need to taste you."

You wanted to tell him no again. To get up and walk out, but they way he was looking at you. The fire in his eyes, the way his teeth grazed across your skin, those damn whimpers. So you simply nodded. The tips of his fangs rest on your neck. Waiting. Giving him one quite "please" he bit down. The teeth slicing through your skin with ease.

A connection was made at that moment. A connection unlike any other. The kind that you could physically feel the binding of one soul to the next. His grip tightened on your hips. He felt it too, you know did. He pulled back and once again those ocean blue eyes met yours. No words were muttered. A small shudder left his lips when you wipe off the drop of blood of the corner. Keeping eye contact he leaned down to kiss you. But this kiss was unlike any other kiss you've shared.It was something so different, so intoxicating, it made your mind blur. So much so that before you knew it all clothes were off. Sex with him was nothing new. This time it was. It felt like your bodies were becoming one. It wasn't about getting off, it was about savoring. The feeling of your body colliding with his.

"Tell me you belong to me" he whispers, taking one more delicious bite from your neck.

"I'm yours Bucky. I'm yours to have". Both of you gasp at the same time as you feel that blood connection taking. Bucky freezes at that moment. Feeling the finality of your words. Both knowing there is no going back. Not that either of you would want to. He knows that from now on he will do anything to keep you by his side. To be worthy of your love.

Bucky became addicted to you. He couldn't get enough of your scent, your touch, your blood. It was like a drug to him. He needed it to survive. Bucky would spend hours holding you. Breathing in your smell. Or listening to your heartbeat. Something that became his lullaby. He would always whisper sweet nothings in your ear. Bucky was possessive and protective over you. Sometimes a bit controlling. It always came from worry and fear. Never just because he wanted to control you. Not that you minded much. You loved being his. His girl. His human.

One day, Bucky had left for a mission. Despite you loving him even as a vampire, he still refused to let you go on missions with him that involved Bucky using his vampire side. He didn't want you to see the monster he knows he can be.

After what seemed to be a long 12  agonizing hours, he finally came back. The elevator door dinged and out walked Steve and Bucky. But Steve's arm was around him.

"Y/N. Help" Called out Steve. Dropping everything you were doing in the kitchen to run into the common room. You wrap an arm around him and help Steve get him to med bay.

Once there you and Steve laid him on the table. Cutting off his shirt.

"We got ambushed. They knew he would be there. They shot him with wooden bullets"

You began to take out the bullets.

"There is one by my heart. You have to get it put doll" Said bucky in the weakest, most desperate voice you never heard before.

With a quick nod and trembling hands, you move to get out the peice by his heart. One wrong move, and it's over. Finally, you got it out, and you can see his body already healing.

"Go get a blood bag." Steve runs off and comes back with two.  "Just in case," He muttered. Bucky downs the first blood bag, then slowly drinks the second. He starts feeling better in no time. Sitting up on the bed with his legs over one side. Your eyes dont stop scanning him. Needing to make sure you have every piece of wood out.

"You can relax now, doll. I feel fine. Never better, actually." He grins. God that fucking grin.

"Oh good, so you feel better now? That's great, baby. Feel strong again?"

He nods. "Good...good." You punched his arm. "Never scare me like that again,"

Bucky chuckles. "Hey, it's not like I meant to get hurt. It just kind of happened."

"Yeah, well, next time I'll make you suffer."

Bucky chuckles out a "noted" and hugs you. For the rest of the night, he kept you close. Always reassuring you that he's alive and giving you soft, tender kisses whenever possible.

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SORRY IF THIS ONE WAS CRAP. BUT I HOPE YOU ENJOYED IT ANYWAY!!

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[bucks-metal-arm19]

Warnings: smut so 18+ only! Talk of blood drinking, suggestive male oral & definitely female oral, pet names, vampire!Bucky

Okay, but Vampire!Bucky is absolutely delirious with need when you’re on your back, legs spread wide with nothing to hide from him. Your hair is haloed behind you, feathered across the pillows, and your knuckles are white from gripping the sides of the mattress.

“Please, Buck…” you whine, throat sore and voice raw from having Bucky’s hard cock shoved down your throat not even five minutes earlier.

“Please what, kitten?” He mocks your begging, eyes still glued to the glistening patch of skin between your thighs.

“Drink from me.” You whine, eyes rolling back in your head as he kneels before you to start pressing kisses up the sensitive skin of your calves and plush, inner thighs.

“But I already have, my love. Was it not enough?” Bucky taunts, letting the sharp tips of his fangs glide against your warm skin as a tease.

“Never enough. Bucky, please…” you tried begging again, too far gone to think of much else besides the pulsing between your legs and the rush you knew his bite would give you.

“Since you beg for me so sweetly, kitten.” He obliges without a second thought, diving between your thighs to settle on his stomach and elbows and grip your thighs in his strong hands.

“Can’t have you going anywhere so soon.” Your lower half instantly becomes immobile as his grip tightens and he ducks his head to lick a fat stripe through your dripping folds before swirling his tongue over your throbbing clit.

Your body immediately tenses as all of your focus falls to that single point of connection between you.

“Oh, little one, I can taste your sweetness already.” Quicker than you can comprehend, Bucky nips a small bite at the top of your swollen clit and immediately wraps his lips and tongue around the sensitive button so there would be no mess.

“Oh, fuckkkkk.” Your breath catches and your back arches as he begins to drink from you, tongue flicking and dragging across your swollen clit to drive you mad as he swallows both the taste of your sweet juice and warm, rich blood from between your legs.

His absolute favorite place to nurse from your body.

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Masterlist

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About me

Sadly, I don't update often, so that's the number one thing you need to know about me and my work. I have a lot of ideas but I'm lacking the motivation to write most of the time.

Another thing, is that English is not my first language, so in case you find mistakes or sentences that make no sense, that's the reason why they are there in the first place.

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Characters I can write about

Almost any character from The Vampire Diaries Universe and mostly the popular Marvel characters. Maybe even some characters from the Game of Thrones and House of the Dragon, but the whole thing there is far more complicated. Still, I shall try!

❤️‍🔥= smut

Klaus Mikaelson

Do you love me?

Red Sky ❤️‍🔥

Elijah Mikaelson

You are not alone

Old Faces - part 1, part 2

Bucky Barnes

Love and Pain

Wanda Maximoff

Reflections ❤️‍🔥(mentions of it)