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purple-babygirl · 10 months ago

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in the far corner of the forest III

Pairing: Orc!Bucky Barnes x human!f!reader

Word Count: 6,540

Summary: For the longest time, the kingdom has used Bucky as their number one fighter, forcing him to win their wars for them. The only thing he asked for in return after he was done was that they give him a wife, and they did. They handed him the orphan he picked on a silver platter; it wasn't like anyone would miss her. It would've been perfect if she actually wanted to be there though.

Warnings: hand injury, mentions of blood, wound sutures/stitches, angry behaviour, jealousy, fighting, crying, racism against orcs. I think that's all.

A/N: this is the longest part yet because it might take me a while with part 4 depending on how the very important interview i have on the 17th goes. please send me good wishes on the stars if possible i would really appreciate it. And please enjoy this one and let me know what you thought if you can xx💜💜

“I got you something, little human,” Bucky said, his tone softer than it was that same afternoon as he scratched the back of his head.

He was new to courting, and it wasn’t exactly normal that he was courting his already-wife. Still, he was doing everything possible.

Bucky’s life has all been about fighting and wars. He didn’t do love or courtship. He didn’t do coddling or romancing. But there was a first time for everything and he was trying his best.

“Thank you,” she replied without looking up, pretending to be focused on folding laundry.

She was ignoring him.

Bucky had let his voice get loud a couple of hours ago after he had found her lost in the forest again. Only this time her foot was already messed up and she needed the rest, but she wouldn’t listen.

It hurt him how much pain she was willing to go through if it meant she could get away from him, but he wouldn’t let it show.

Instead, he yelled in frustration as he brought her back to their cottage.

She seemed like she wouldn’t quit, and so he wasn’t going to quit either.

Despite her constant rejection, Bucky refused to give up, his determination fueled by a newfound sense of purpose. He was willing to endure anything, face anything, if it meant earning even a glimmer of acceptance, or even affection, from her.

“You didn’t even see what I got you,” Bucky tried again, hoping she would at least look at him.

When she did, he gave a tiny smile and walked to the cottage door, bringing something inside.

“Here.” He dragged in a shiny wooden chair and placed it before his on their small dining table.

“You bought me a chair,” she said, pretending to be uninterested to hide the warmth that just spread throughout her heart.

“I made you a chair,” Bucky corrected, proudly palming the smooth wood, swiping his tongue over his tusks.

Bucky knew gifts were an essential part of courting and he didn’t like how she had to eat on the bed while he ate alone on the dining table because he only owned one chair.

He knew his days as a loner were long gone and it made his heart swell that he had her to share his house and life with now.

So he got to work and decided to make her her own chair out of an old oak tree. Being a lumberjack who had a woodworking shop had its perks after all.

It was going to be a weekend surprise, but he thought now was better timing after the fight they just had.

“You— you made this? From scratch?” She stood up in surprise, laundry forgotten for now.

“Yes.”

“For me?” She asked, not able to hide her emotions at the kind gesture anymore.

“Yeah,” Bucky chuckled, taking a step back so she could examine the chair.

She sat down and a big smile found its way on her lips when she looked up at Bucky. The chair was comfy and new and hers.

No one has ever gotten her anything, let alone made her something so beautiful. It was so special and a flood of emotions washed over her at the idea that someone had actually thought of her enough to make her a chair. That Bucky had made her a chair.

“Thank you,” she whispered, breaking eye contact so that she wouldn’t tear up.

Bucky only nodded in reply, internally celebrating the win with his heart doing backflips. She liked the chair.

She stood up and closed the small distance between her and the orc, getting on her tiptoes to press a quick kiss to his cheek, “welcome home.”

She quickly put the clean laundry in its place in the closet and went to the kitchen to start dinner, leaving Bucky with the most idiotic smile on his face as he shifted back and forth on his feet like a teenager.

She was punishing him for yelling at her by not making dinner, but that chair and the effort behind it deserved a good meal.

She was cleaning up after dinner later that night when she heard Bucky moving stuff outside. She didn’t pay it much mind; it was his house after all.

“Come outside, little human,” his voice called for her and she tentatively stepped out of the kitchen.

Bucky was standing by the open cottage door, a hopeful smile on his face as he encouragingly nodded for her to come over to him.

She didn’t know what to think, but any chance not to stay cooped up inside the cottage was going to receive a yes from her.

It wasn’t like she was ungrateful. She was certainly thankful she had a roof over her head and warm walls that she could hide inside from the rain and the cold.

But again, her situation wasn’t the most ideal either. If it was up to her, she would have stayed at the orphanage with the rest of the girls because if her fate was drawn for her to be an isolated orc’s wife, she didn’t want to be married.

When she stepped outside, however, marriage and Bucky didn’t seem that bad for a second.

“I thought we could watch the stars now that the sky was clear,” Bucky explained, internally nervous that she might call him ridiculous and refuse to sit with him.

He had waited for a day without rain and laid out a thick blanket on the ground before their cottage, the way lit for her feet by a close by lantern he had put out.

She was enthralled, mouth open and breath stolen. Tears welled up in her eyes, a mixture of joy and disbelief engulfing her.

Bucky has even went as far as bringing out the shawl he had gotten her just in case she felt cold.

It was just like… a date.

Her heart raced and she smiled shyly at the orc, making him smile too as he watched her sit down on the blanket, holding her knees to her as she glanced up at the night sky nervously.

She has never been on a date before in her life, the town’s boys always picking other girls from the orphanage to fool around with, but never her. She was never really anyone’s type.

She slightly shook her head to shut down her insecure thoughts, knowing that none of those player town boys could have ever brought her on a date like this.

“Is the ground too cold?” Bucky asked as he draped her shawl over her shoulders.

She hugged the soft material around her body, smiling gratefully at the orc as she shook her head.

She was too shy to even speak at this point, her mind barely registering the amazingly romantic end to her day that Bucky had brought into existence.

Bucky then laid down on his back, wordlessly urging her to do the same.

She got on her back, eyes mesmerized by the sight of the stars. She has never seen so many before, her view from her room’s window at the orphanage was very limited.

It was different here in the middle of the woods because there were no town lights to take the view away from the sky and it was gorgeous.

“So beautiful,” she whispered with a smile, observing how the stars sparkled above them.

“Yes, the most beautiful,” Bucky whispered back, watching her as she watched the sky.

He wished she could one day look at him the same way she was looking at those stars; the same way he was looking at her.

In his eyes, there was a mix of determination and yearning, reflecting his unwavering commitment to win her heart despite her initial reluctance. Bucky’s gaze lingered on her, drinking in every detail as if he couldn’t believe she was really here, right next to him.

She turned her eyes to him, her shy smile widening, “thank you for this, Bucky.”

Gods, the way she said his name was something else.

“You’re welcome, sweet thing.” Bucky smiled back, turning his eyes back to the sky as to not make her uncomfortable under his stare.

As they silently continued stargazing, she felt her heart become lighter. She felt so serene, so content, and she had suddenly forgiven Bucky for raising his voice at her just hours ago, wanting nothing but for this peacefulness to last for as long as possible.

Was it imaginable for marriage to be this good? Could her life finally be turning around?

She couldn’t help but want to see Bucky in a different light in this very moment.

She knew that he was harsh sometimes, but she also knew that she wasn’t making it easy for him either.

Maybe she didn’t choose him and didn’t choose this marriage, but Bucky was trying with real effort and she wasn’t blind to it.

Bucky cared for her when she was sick. He provided for her. He brought her gifts, filled up her half of the closet for her with anything and everything she could need. And he, most importantly, apologized when he was in the wrong, which wasn’t something common for the human males of this kingdom. He also respected her boundaries and hadn’t tried touching her after their first night together.

Could this all be preparation for the purpose of bedding?

No, it couldn’t be. Bucky didn’t need to do this to get her in his bed. He had already had her there and he had willingly let her go. He could have his way with her anytime if he really wanted to.

She wanted to believe that this moment was real so bad. She wanted to believe that Bucky was trying to win her heart.

So she did.

And if Bucky was trying, she was going to start trying too.

She knew just the thing to do actually.

She was going to make Bucky strawberry jam tomorrow to show him how grateful she was.

She might have not much to offer, but she knew she made the most delicious fruit jams and marmalades. It was her specialty at the orphanage. All the other girls always managed to ruin the jams, adding too much or too little sugar, applying too much heat or not enough, eventually producing something inedible. But not her. No, that was one thing she knew with her whole heart that she was good at.

She might’ve not been the prettiest of the girls, but she deserved a good life and she was now determined to build one. With Bucky.

She wasn’t in love with him, she knew that, but she didn’t need love to have a good marriage. Respect and effort were going to be enough.

This marriage could be her chance at building a life worth living.

“Could you bring home some strawberries tomorrow?”

“Oh my gods, this is amazing!” Bucky exclaimed, sliding another spoonful of strawberry jam in his mouth.

“I’m happy you like it,” she replied proudly, a smile plastered on her timid features as she brought a basket of sliced bread to the table.

It felt so good to have someone other than the orphanage girls taste her hand’s making. Receiving Bucky’s praise felt so much different than all the compliments she’s ever received before.

It felt… way better.

“It’s really good, little human.” Bucky was too busy adding jam on the piece of bread in his hand, groaning as he slipped it into his mouth and chewed, “how much of this did you make?”

She laughed, “well, I wanted to start with a small pot because I didn’t know if you liked jam and I didn’t wanna throw out any of it, but we have enough if you finish this and want more!”

“None of this is getting thrown out, little human,” Bucky told her seriously, “I asked because I wanted to take some to Sarah. She has a sweet tooth and she would love this.”

A frown quickly replaced her smile at the mention of another female’s name. She suddenly felt like wanting to take the bowl of jam away from the orc. Hell, she felt like she wanted to get back the jam he had already ate and swallowed.

“Who’s Sarah?” She asked, trying to act nonchalant as she greased her bread with some jam.

“She’s Sam’s sister,” Bucky answered innocently, oblivious to the way she hummed with her jaw clenched.

“And who’s Sam?”

“Oh, right, you don’t know Sam. He’s my best friend; and my partner in the shop. Great guy,” Bucky told her, more interested in the jam than her reaction.

At least Sam was a male.

So just to be clear, Bucky wanted to take the jam she made to his best friend’s sister so she could have a taste and satisfy her sweet tooth? Yeah, she didn’t like that very much.

“Is she, like, married?” She wondered, trying hard not to show her anger.

“Who?” Bucky asked, chewing the bite in his mouth, the foreign question finally gaining his attention.

“Sweet tooth Sarah,” she answered with a somewhat bitter tone that Bucky has never heard before, her thumb swiping under his plump lips before she could stop herself as she harshly wiped away jam from the orc’s face.

The realization as to why her mood had suddenly turned sour made Bucky smile as he hurriedly swallowed his food, “little human,”

She looked up at him with a silent glare.

Despite her efforts to appear unaffected, there was a vulnerability in her eyes, a hint of insecurity betraying her true feelings

“Are you… jealous?”

Bucky’s amused smile made her even angrier as she watched his lips literally twitching.

Jealous? Pfft, of course not! Why would she be jealous!

“No!” She replied aloud defensively, “it was just a question.” She stood up, collecting the plates from the table without asking if Bucky was done eating.

“Hey, that’s mine!” Bucky laughed, holding onto the small bowl of jam.

“Try to save some for your Sarah,” she snapped, snatching her hand from the orc’s as she let him have the bowl.

Bucky raised an eyebrow at her surprising reaction, his widening smile still glued to his face.

She frustratingly sped to the kitchen, violently twisting the water tab open as she rolled her sleeves up and started washing the things in the sink.

She had went through all this trouble and used all of these bowls that she now had to wash just for him to want to take her jam to another female to eat.

Who did he think he was?

It was her fault for trying to do something nice in the first place.

He didn’t even answer her question, and that Sarah was probably unmarried. She was probably an orc too. Yeah, it made sense that Bucky would be attracted to someone similar to him. Those two ‘friends’ were probably part of his clan.

The clan he never introduced her to.

How naive was she to think this marriage could actually work?

Bucky was outside still smiling to himself like a fool as he finished the rest of her sweet jam.

She was jealous. She was jealous over him.

He didn’t want to upset her though, so he didn’t say anything, letting her calm down first.

He took the empty bowl to her, setting it in the sink as she avoided looking at him.

She heard him chuckle as he left the kitchen and it made her punch the sponge in her hand inside the bowl, pounding it angrily as she ‘washed’ it clean.

When she was done cleaning the kitchen and brushing her teeth, she stomped out to the bed, getting in and covering herself from head to toe as she gave Bucky her back.

Bucky walked to the lanterns and dimmed their lights before joining her in bed.

He laid on his back, innocently waiting for his good night’s kiss.

A minute passed. 2 minutes. 5 minutes. The kiss didn’t come.

“Hey,” Bucky whispered as not to startle her in the dark, “we had a deal. Where’s my kiss?” He put a hopeful hand on her shoulder, trying to twist her to face him.

“Have Sarah give you your kiss,” she replied with a deadpan tone, masking her fury as she pushed her pillow over her head, shrugging Bucky’s touch off her body.

Bucky stared at the back turned to him with an open mouth as he took his hand away and laid back, disappointment replacing his surprise and filling him up.

It was the first time since she had started feeling well again that she has refused to give him any of his kisses. Yet, respectful of her feelings, Bucky let her.

Maybe making her jealous wasn’t all that fun after all. But he didn’t even mean to make her jealous, he was just talking!

Bucky sighed, turning on his side as well as he fell asleep staring at the hidden back of her head.

The next morning as she put his breakfast on the table, she didn’t sit or eat with him, preferring to scrub the kitchen sink while Bucky ate even though she had just washed it the night before.

She didn’t give him his good morning kiss either; didn’t even speak to him.

She was still mad at him. This was serious for her, he realized.

Bucky might have found it fun last night, but today as she deliberately ignored his existence, he wanted nothing but to make her understand that what was in her head was nothing like the truth.

“Here, I packed jam for your sweet tooth Sarah,” she said harshly as she set a small jar of strawberry jam on the table before him.

“She’s not my—”

“Hope she likes it,” she cut him off, disappearing into the kitchen again.

Bucky sighed aloud, running a hand over his face as he stood up. Grabbing the jam, he took one look at the kitchen entrance before leaving the house for work with a clenched jaw.

She peeked outside when she heard the door shut to see the table empty. Bucky had taken the jar to Sarah.

Oh, that was it.

She could take being given to an orc against her will. She could take never having been chosen or given the chance to choose. She could take not being loved.

But she couldn’t and wouldn’t take being cheated on.

Was that why Bucky had decided to relieve her off her wifely duties in bed? Because he had another female? Was it because he had someone else to keep him warm and wet where he needed to be?

She couldn’t even think about the idea without feeling herself gag.

Why would he ruin her life by bringing her here when he already had that Sarah?!

How could she be so dumb, trying to meet him in the middle like that? Starting a peaceful life with this orc was never going to work!

She tried to pick the lock on the door like she usually would, but the new lock Bucky had put in wouldn’t budge.

She groaned in frustration before hauling herself up and out of the cottage window, running off to gods know where, hoping that luck would be her friend for once and maybe lead her somewhere out of these woods for good this time.

This marriage ends today.

Back at the shop, Bucky was as exasperated as they come as he used his chisel to shape the rough piece of wood in his hand.

After everything he was doing, how could she think that he had someone else? What was he doing wrong? What was missing?

Bucky had only ever wanted her. He thought he was the luckiest orc just because he got to fall asleep next to her every night.

How could he make her see that?

As his mind ran with thoughts and before Bucky could stop it, the chisel slipped and sharply cut the inside of his palm.

“Gods, fuck!” He shouted in pain as blood started flowing from the fresh wound.

Bucky tried to get the chisel from the floor so that no one would step on it, but his hand hurt more when he tried to squeeze his fist around the item. He grabbed it with his metal hand instead, rushing to the supply closet to find a clean towel to wrap around his cut.

He couldn’t continue working like that; couldn’t do anything with his hand.

Sam insisted on sending for his sister after seeing the amount of blood staining the cloth around Bucky’s hand.

Sarah tried to be efficient while messily stitching the wound as best as she could, wrapping it up carefully with gauze before advising Bucky to take a few days off work until his hand was healed. She was no doctor but she did her best for her friend.

Bucky thanked both siblings, giving Sarah the jam jar before leaving to go back home as his friends insisted.

He thought that his day couldn’t get any worse, but then he opened the cottage door to find the place empty and he could all but forget about his injury as he slammed his fist against the wall, crying out in anger. If his wound had started bleeding again, Bucky didn’t care.

“What the hell did you think you were doing out there again?!”

Bucky was enraged. He had found her wandering around the forest, as lost and as stubborn as ever.

“Getting as far away from you as possible.” She crossed her arms, her stare upset and unbending.

“And going where exactly!” He shouted, the idea of her spending the night inside a cold cave clawing at his back.

“Anywhere but here!” She yelled back, her face so hot she could feel sweat forming on her hairline in the middle of winter.

“It’s going to snow soon! Do you wanna get sick again?” Bucky held her by the arm, not too roughly as he didn’t really want to cause any real damage.

Neither of them noticed his blood staining her clothes.

She was too infuriated to notice Bucky’s hand wrapped in gauze. She saw nothing but red.

“I don’t care. I just don’t wanna be with you!” She retorted, snatching her arm out of his hold and pushing at his chest.

Though he didn’t move, her touch too weak to do anything to his colossal body, Bucky was hurt.

“Are you doing all of this just because of a little jealousy? Gods, human females are just—” Bucky shook his head in frustration.

“Jealousy? Hah! You think I’m jealous?” She faked a laugh, “this is not even a real marriage! What’s there for me to be jealous over?!” She continued raising her voice, the mention of her jealousy provoking her further.

Her words hurt Bucky more, the real gash now slashed across his heart.

Not even a real marriage.

Despite everything he was doing and trying, she still didn’t consider their marriage a real marriage.

“Well, do you wanna make it real, little human?” Bucky growled lowly, bringing her closer to his heaving chest by her arm, painting the sleeve of her dress in more of his blood.

Her heart thrummed in her ears at the proximity, her breath trembling as she imagined what the orc could do to her if he only wanted to.

“Let go of me,” she whispered as tears clouded her vision, hoping he wouldn’t be able to hear how scared she was in her voice.

Bucky complied, hating how nervous she got in the span of a second.

She ran to the kitchen at once, a hand on her chest as she felt her heart trying to escape her ribcage.

What an audacious orc! He was already with someone else and he dared threaten her with taking her to bed?! Damn, she was so stupid to think they could make something good out of this marriage. So stupid.

Bucky took a seat on the bed, face in his metal hand as he tried to gather his thoughts.

He had almost lost her for the millionth time today.

Was it going to be like this forever? What could he do to make it stop? How could he show her that this life with her was all he ever wanted? That he never wanted anybody else?

“You’re not gonna eat with me?” He asked when he saw her slam one bowl of rice on the table.

“I’m not hungry,” she replied curtly, her eyes on the ground and her jaw tense as she waited for him to get off the bed.

Bucky moved away understandably, taking a seat on the dining table instead as she climbed in bed, burying herself under the covers and hiding away from him.

Bucky knew she wasn’t asleep and he needed to talk to her; or at least see her face.

How was he supposed to have an appetite to eat if she wasn’t on the table with him, her beautiful eyes facing him and her shy smile greeting him every time he would moan over the taste of her delicious food?

“Hey.”

She felt the bed dip next to her as it took on Bucky’s body, his warm hand on her shoulder just like last night.

“Let your sweet tooth Sarah give you a kiss,” she spoke before he could say anything.

“This is not about the kiss. And She’s not my Sarah,” Bucky told her, turning her on her back so she could see his sincere face and hopefully believe him, “she’s not my anything. She’s just a good friend.”

She snorted, not buying it as she turned back to face the wall.

Bucky brought her back to him again, “she’s not married. She’s a widow, who is loyal to the memory of her husband, with two kids that are her whole world.” Bucky answered her earlier question, not wanting to hide anything from her.

“That’s none of my business.” She pretended to be uninterested, giving him the cold shoulder for the third time as she turned away, covering her head with the blanket.

Deep inside, she knew she was relieved to know that Sarah wasn’t interested though.

“It is your business,” Bucky sighed, taking the blanket away from her hands, making her look at him again, “it is your business when you think I’m involved with her.”

“You can do whatever you want.” She shrugged, acting indifferent, making Bucky more frustrated.

He released a loud exhale, “you’re what I want, little human.”

She remained silent, not expecting the orc’s patience or this admittance.

He had told her he wanted her before, but that was on their ‘wedding night’ when he had forced her to get completely naked for him.

This one was different. It sounded different and felt different.

“You don’t have to say all these things. We both know how this marriage came to be a thing.” She tried her best to hold her tears in.

“How did it come to be a thing?” Bucky wanted to see inside her head.

“How?” She sat up, her voice loud yet wobbly with emotions, “they gave you an orphaned girl you didn’t get to see or pick beforehand to make up for making you go to war for them, that’s how!” She felt bad for him, but even more for herself.

So she had read the contracts.

“Who told you I didn’t get to see or pick you?” Bucky swallowed.

“What do you mean?!”

“I’ve seen you before, little human. More than once. And I asked for you to be my wife instead of the noble man’s daughter I was originally offered.” Bucky came clean about the truth behind their arranged marriage.

“You what?!” She became even angrier.

He did this? She was here now because of him?!

“I willingly picked you, little human.”

“Why! Why me! Did you ever stop to think that I might not want this? Or you?!” She practically screamed in anger.

Who was he to decide her future for her? Why didn’t he just take the nobleman’s daughter!

“I did. But you were the only human female who has ever caught my attention. I couldn’t take my eyes off you every time I won a glimpse.” Bucky confessed, his light grey skin gaining a tint at the cheeks as he bared his heart to her, “I knew I couldn’t continue if I didn’t have you, little human.”

Won a glimpse

Couldn’t continue if I didn’t have you

No one has ever used such words to describe an act so normal as looking at her. No one had ever wanted or needed her. Why was her heartbeat speeding up? What was that orc doing to her?

“The minute you entered my cottage, you became my one and only. I don’t want anyone but you.” He promised, squeezing her smaller hand in his, “I will live and die loyal to you, little human.”

She knew he was telling the truth because she had heard the stories. Loyalty was very important to orcs and their mates were for life.

She just stared at Bucky, words stolen from her throat by the way he was looking at her.

No one has ever looked at her like that. Like she was the most beautiful thing they could see. Like she was the only girl in the world. Like she was the only one with any sort of control over this orc’s mind and heart.

“When I suggested gifting Sarah some jam, I was only thinking of doing something nice for a friend.”

She listened with a frown, a little angry again at the mention of the other female’s name.

“If it wasn’t for Sam and Sarah and the boys, I wouldn’t have survived a lot of things. They are my only friends and the only ones I can share nice things with.”

“The only ones?” She pouted, turning her face to the dining table in discontent.

“That’s not what I meant! I just— I’m not used to saying such things, but—” Bucky took a deep breath, squeezing her smaller hand closer, “I was so proud of you being my wife and knowing how to make such delicious things that I wanted the important ones in my life to share it with me…”

Bucky didn’t have to know, but those words were everything to her because when she thought about it, no one has ever been proud to know or have her. No one has ever been proud of her for anything.

But Bucky was, and he wanted to show her off.

When she looked back at the orc, he was staring at the blanket covering her thighs, doubtful to meet her gaze.

Bucky looked… nervous, if you will.

She smiled, eyes tearing up despite herself as she waited for him to look back at her.

When he did, Bucky was instantly smiling back at the sight of her grin. That smile was the whole world for him; it sent him up on cloud nine.

“Have dinner with me?” He asked, his metal thumb wiping away a stray tear from the corner of her eye.

She nodded, her smile bigger as she got up and walked to the kitchen to make herself a plate, her heart going a hundred miles per minute as she couldn’t make her smile leave her face.

She wanted to be angrier over the fact that he got to choose and she didn’t, but then again, if she was being honest with herself, she probably could have never dreamt up a husband as good as Bucky was to her if she tried.

She believed that everything happened for a reason and she was too dreamy not to imagine that this whole marriage had to happen exactly the way it did just for her to meet this orc, and maybe, against all odds, have her happy ending with him.

Taking the lid off of the rice pot, she finally saw it: her palm covered in fresh blood.

“Oh gods!” She quickly washed her hand under the water, seeing and feeling no injuries, the realization that it must be Bucky’s blood sent a pang to her chest.

“Bucky?” Tears blurred her vision as she found the orc in the bathroom, trying and failing to remove the wrapping around his right palm with his left one.

She had been forced into this marriage, a union she never agreed to, but as she watched him struggle to tend to his wound, something inside her softened.

How did she not notice that he had come home with a covered up hand?

“Are you okay?!” Bucky asked, troubled to see her crying even when he was the one bleeding above his bathroom sink.

Her heart clenched at the sight; at the care in his cerulean eyes, “what happened to you?”

She sped up to get the first-aid box from him, getting out everything she was going to need as she looked at his bloody palm.

“It’s nothing, sweet thing,” Bucky told her softly, hating the look of anxiety on her precious face even if it was for him; even if it was making him feel all sorts of things, “just a scratch, really. Nothing I can’t handle”.

She tenderly finished unwrapping his hand, gasping as she saw the bleeding gash across it, “this doesn’t look like nothing!” She cried, more tears streaming down her face, “how did you get this?”

“I just hurt myself while working…” Bucky’s metal hand hesitantly pat her shoulder.

“Bucky.” She looked up at him, not believing that that was the only reason because the wound seemed to be loosely stitched and it was obvious that something had happened to make the wound bleed after it had been stitched.

“And I might have punched the wall when I came home and didn’t find you,” Bucky mumbled lowly, not wanting to make her feel bad.

It was just a silly scrape compared to what he had to endure back when he was still fighting wars, really.

“I’m so sorry,” she sobbed into the back of her hand, feeling terrible for all the things she has been putting him through ever since she came here.

“Hey, I’m okay.” Bucky’s metal hand cupped her cheek, his smooth thumb sliding across to wipe her tears.

“No, you’re not.” She shook her head in deep regret, not believing that he was still the one reassuring her in such a state.

“I am, I swear on our marriage.” Bucky wiped under her eyes patiently, caring about nothing but her heart carrying no burdens.

She was speechless because did Bucky just use their marriage to swear? Was it really that important to him that he would swear on it?

She didn’t care that this was an arranged marriage in possibly the most twisted of ways, a woman knew love when she encountered it and that orc’s eyes were showing nothing but pure love.

In the middle of her heart’s longing for a person to care about her, she couldn’t bring herself to step on Bucky’s. Trying to calm her down when he was the one injured and dripping blood? Yeah, that was an orc worth trying, caring and staying for.

“I’m— I’m gonna need to redo the stitches, is that okay?” She sniffled, relaxing herself as she wordlessly promised those concerned blue eyes to give them and this marriage her all.

“Yes.” Bucky smiled when he saw her wipe her tears away and the smile she gave him back made his heart soar.

“It might hurt a little, but just for a short bit, okay?”

Bucky nodded, not believing how delicately she was handling his huge hand with her smaller ones.

He was glad she never had to witness him back then or the actually deadly injuries he had had inflicted on him during wars. He wouldn’t have been able to take that look of fear in her eyes after every fight.

“Who did those sloppy stitches anyway?” She wondered in dissatisfaction with the work and Bucky swallowed hard.

She looked at him knowingly when he remained silent, “it was sweet tooth Sarah, wasn’t it?” She asked with half a smile as she started cautiously taking out the old stitches with the tweezers.

“Yes.” Bucky nodded sheepishly, “but Sam only called for her help because they don’t offer me help in the kingdom’s infirmaries.”

“What?!” Her head snapped up angrily.

They don’t offer him service at the infirmaries?! After all that he had done for this kingdom?

“I’m no longer a soldier of their own so…” Bucky shrugged with a sad smile.

Her expression went from angry to devastated to angry again in less than a second, “this is gonna sting a little.” She warned as she disposed of the old sutures in the bin.

“Don’t be upset, little human.”

She looked up, not knowing what to say or how to apologize to the orc about the terrible treatment of this kingdom’s people, but his smile told her that everything was going to be all right. She couldn’t help but smile back.

Her eyes swayed between his palm and his face as she started disinfecting the wound with the piece of sterilized cotton in her hand.

Bucky hissed and winced, making her stop at once.

“I’m sorry! I’m so so—”

“Ha, fooled ya! It’s not that bad,” Bucky laughed, amused at her reaction, instantly earning himself a slap on his shoulder with the back of her hand.

“Hey, you can’t do that to the injured!” Bucky whined playfully.

“Can’t I?” She teased, biting her smile back.

He smiled wider because she could.

Oh, she could do anything to him and he would take it with a smile and thank her for it.

For a heartbeat, the world around Bucky seemed to blur as he focused solely on her, engraving every detail of her smile into his memory. It was a sight he never wanted to forget, a ray of light in the darkness that had clouded his years for so long.

Everything was going to be okay, Bucky thought as he brought her to his chest with his metal arm, praying to the gods she wouldn’t pull away.

“I’m— I’m almost done,” she muttered coyly, trying to make him let her go so she could finish tending to his injury.

But then she felt it: her husband’s tusks were pressing gently on her scalp as Bucky kissed her hair.

Her breath caught in her throat, a mixture of surprise and tenderness washing over her as she felt herself wanting to stay longer inside his embrace.

“Thank you, little human,” he whispered lovingly.

As she tilted her head slightly to meet Bucky’s captivating eyes, she found herself lost in the depths of their oceans, catching a vulnerability she hadn't noticed before.

She looked deeper and she realized that beneath his rugged exterior lied a heart capable of great tenderness, a heart that might just beat for her and her alone.

She beamed again as she softly replied, “you’re welcome, Bucky.”

Yeah, they were going to be okay.

Part IV

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bridges to burn | chapter one

Summary: Struggling with the pressures of the compound, you seek an escape leading to you meeting another not much less like yourself.

Warning: Sexual Tensions and Implied Sex. Smoking. Uncontrolled Powers.

Word Count: 2030

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The first few days at the compound you tried to keep to yourself, barely leaving your room. The weight of your situation, and the simmering tension between Bucky and yourself, kept you in your own head, and you found solace in solitude. Yet, as the days went by, the four grey walls of your room started to feel like you were being locked within The Raft.

The compound was quiet one restless night, and you decided you needed to get outside and fill your lungs with fresh air. The halls were empty as you slipped out of your room, making your way toward the grounds. The cold air of night soothed your flaring skin, a welcomed change from the suffocating indoors.

As you reached a secluded spot near the edge of the property, you pulled out a cigarette. Fishing through your pockets, your frustration grew as you realized you’d forgotten your lighter. Quickly glancing around, you contemplated using your powers, but the fear of losing control held you back.

Suddenly, you heard a soft click behind you. As you turned your hand began glowing as you raised it toward the sound, and you saw a man, not much older than yourself, standing there, his thumb ablaze with a small, controlled flame. He was tall, with a chiseled jawline and an easy, confident grin. He was, clearly, the type of guy who knew exactly how good he looked and wasn’t shy about it.

“Need a light?” he asked, the flame dancing merrily.

You couldn’t help the smile spreading across your face at the unexpected assistance. “Yeah, actually. Thanks–” you said, leaning in to light your cigarette. The tension in your shoulders eased as you took a drag, then exhaled slowly.

“I’m Johnny,” he introduced himself, extinguishing the flame with a casual flick of his wrist, “Johnny Storm.”

Recognizing the name, you raised an eyebrow toward him. “Wait, Johnny Storm? As in, The Human Torch, Johnny Storm?”

“The one and only,” he said with a mock bow before shooting you a wink. “And, you must be Stark’s daughter. I’ve heard a bit about you.”

“Yeah, that’s me,” you nodded, your tone filled with annoyance. “I’m still getting used to this place, and just needed some fresh air.”

Leaning against a nearby tree, Johnny's posture relaxed. “I get that. This place can be a lot. Especially with all the… expectations.”

“Tell me about it,” you muttered, taking another drag. “It feels like I’ve been under a microscope since I got here.”

Johnny nodded sympathetically. “It’s not easy being part of a team, especially when everyone is watching your every move,” he paused, sending you a knowing look. “But, it’s not all bad, just gotta find your own rhythm.”

Appreciating his straightforwardness, you chuckled slightly. “It’s just… I’ve never been known for playing by the rules.”

“Rules are overrated,” he replied, his eyes sparkling with mischief. “Sometimes you’ve got to break a few to get where you’re going.”

You smiled, and a feeling of ease coursed through your body. “I think I’m going to like you, Flame Boy.”

He flashed that grin again, his gaze wandering over your figure, lingering a moment longer. “The feeling’s mutual, Firecracker,” he said with a playful smirk. “And by the way… you’re hot.”

You rolled your eyes, taking his comment in stride. “Was that supposed to be a compliment, or are you just making a play on this?” Smirking, you let your irises begin to shift, their usual coloring draining away as they ignited into a fiery, glowing orange.

Johnny’s smirk only widened as he witnessed the transformation in your eyes. “Oh, I definitely meant it as a compliment,” he said, a notch dropping in his voice. Taking a step closer, his played demeanor added a new edge of curiosity. “I bet you’re full of surprises, Firecracker.”

You smirked, and Johnny’s eyes lingered on your glowing irises for another moment, intrigued. “Well, it has been a pleasure, but I should probably get back before Reed sends out another search party,” he quipped, flashing that grin once more.

With a wink, Johnny stepped back, his hands raising in a casual wave. “Flame on!” he called, and instantly his body ignited in a brilliant, controlled blaze. The heat radiating from him would have been intense if you weren’t already accustomed to it. You watched in awe as the flame flickered and danced around him like they had a life of their own. Shooting into the air, he left a trail of fire as he soared back toward the compound, the fiery streak cut through the dark sky.

As you continued to watch him disappear into the night, a voice from the shadows startled you.

“He’s an idiot,” the low, gravelly voice of Bucky cut through the quiet, causing your entire body to flinch slightly.

Turning sharply to see him stepping out from behind a tree, you snapped, “What the fuck is wrong with you?” The smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth, revealed by the dim light of the compound, illuminating his features.

“I’m doing my job, babysitting a dumb little princess,” Bucky replied, his tone dry and laced with sarcasm. For a moment, his eyes flicked down to the cigarette in your hand, and his expression changed, now holding disapproval in his features. “Shouldn’t smoke: Bad for your lungs.”

The tension simmered just below the surface as you narrowed your eyes at him. “Good job they repair themselves then, isn’t it?” you shot back, defiance edged in your voice.

“Are you always so quick to talk back?” he asked, eyebrow raised, clearly unimpressed but slightly amused.

“It comes with the surname,” you retorted, the glow in your eyes beginning to fade as you lifted your chin in defiance.

Bucky took a step closer, hardening his expression. “When Stark said I’d be babysitting, I figured a quiet, sweet kid, not… whatever you are,” he smirked, voice dripping with sarcasm.

“Ouch,” you replied with an exaggerated wince, feigning a hurt expression. “You really know how to make a girl feel special, and here I thought we were bonding.”

Tilting his head slightly, Bucky’s gaze unwavering. “I should have known Stark couldn’t produce anything but a little brat.”

“Hey,” you snapped, your temper beginning to flare as you took a step closer to him, almost closing the distance between you. “You haven’t earned the right to call me that yet.”

“Yet?” Bucky echoed, his smirk growing as a challenge flashed in his eyes.

For a moment, neither of you moved, the tensions locked you in a silent battle of wills. Neither one of you was backing down, your eyes daring each other to make the next move.

Bucky’s gaze was intense, his eyes searching deeply into yours as if trying to figure you out. Finally, he broke the silence, his voice low and filled with annoyance. “Just stay out of trouble, Princess. I’m not here to play games.”

“Please,” you let out a short laugh, rolling your eyes and crossing your arms over your chest. “If anyone’s trouble around here, it’s you… Winter Soldier.”

His smirk returned, this time more amused than before. “At least I know what I'm doing. You? You’re a walking hazard waiting to happen.”

You couldn’t let him see that his words stung more than you’d like to admit. Your heart pounded against your chest, and you couldn’t place the tightening in your throat. The space between you dwindled to almost nothing as the frustration bubbled up within you, threatening to spill.

“You don’t know a damn thing about me,” you hissed, your voice remaining steady despite the storm brewing inside you. You managed to keep your composure, refusing to let him see you rattled.

His face was mere inches from yours, his proximity caused you to feel his breath against your skin, and his voice was low, almost a growl. “I don’t have to know you to see what’s right in front of me,” he replied, his tone cold and unyielding.

His words lingered, sharp and cutting, leaving you torn. For another moment, you stood there, breathing beginning to pick up pace and eyes locked in a fierce stare. But, something shifted in Bucky’s gaze– a flicker of something softer. His jaw tightened as he broke the stare, glancing away toward the compound.

“Look,” he muttered, his voice gruff and lacking the earlier bite. “I’m not here to make your life hell. I just… I’ve seen what happens when people are careless. I don’t want that for you.”

Surprised, your defenses faltered for a brief second. Shaking your head, you quickly rebuilt them, refusing to give him the satisfaction of knowing he had gotten through to you, even if for a second.

“I can take care of myself,” you scoffed. “I’ve been doing it for a long time.”

Carrying a weight, heavier than either of you would admit, the words hung between you. Creating a distance, Bucky turned, stepping back, a relieving yet strangely disorienting feeling rushed through your body.

“Just… be careful,” he said over his shoulder, his voice almost reluctant. Before waiting for a response, Bucky walked back off into the shadows, leaving you standing, the night feeling colder than ever before.

Your mind raced with everything that had just happened, and for a moment longer, you stood there, staring after him. And, the more you thought about the conversation, the more frustrated you became.

Then, with a sigh, you stomped out your cigarette, embers hissing as they met the ground. Your thoughts churned as you turned on your heel and made your way back to the compound.

Back inside the compound, the halls remained quiet as you wandered back to your room, your mind replaying the confrontation with Bucky. Wrapped up in your thoughts, you didn’t notice the large figure leaning against the wall until you almost walked into him.

“Woah there, Firecracker,” the playful voice of Johnny snapped you out of your daze. Stopping short, you looked up to see his grin, the same one that had begun etching itself into your memory.

“J-Johnny,” you shuttered, more of a surprise than anything else.

“Fancy meeting you here,” he quipped, his eyes sparking with mischief before sending you a wink. “What’s got you so deep in thought? Looked like you were about to walk right through me.”

For a moment, you hesitated, but then you shook your head, deciding to not burden him with the Bucky situation. “Nothing I can’t handle,” you replied, forcing a smirk across your lips, matching his energy.

Clearly unconvinced, Johnny raised an eyebrow but did not press further. Instead, pushed his body off the wall and took a step closer, his gaze scanned your face as if he was trying to read what you weren’t saying.

“Well… if you’re ever looking for a distraction,” he began, his tone dropping to something slightly more serious. “I’d be more than happy to oblige.”

You couldn’t help the smirk that tugged at your lips, grow. There was something about Johnny that made it hard to stay angry but also, made you want to release all that fury and chaos swirling within you, out on him.

“Is that right?” you teased, your eyes meeting his, an unspoken understanding charging the air between you.

“Absolutely,” Johnny replied in a low voice, his once playful manner giving way to something more intense. “So, what do you say, Firecracker? Wanna blow off some steam?”

You felt your heart skip a beat, but the double meaning in his words did not get lost on you. And, without fully thinking it through, you grabbed Johnny by the front of his suit, pulling him closer.

“Come on, Flame Boy,” you murmured, your voice low and barely a whisper. “I’ve got just the place.”

Without waiting for his response, you led him through the halls toward your room. His surprise quickly morphed into anticipation as he followed. Then, when you reached your door, you pushed it open and pulled the man inside with you.

Right then, you didn’t want to think. Not about Bucky, the compound, nor the weight of your own existence. Just the fire, and the heat.

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supercap2319 · 6 months ago

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This is Bucky's wet dream right here. Seeing his punk all rugged and tough, with a variant that's equally as rugged and tough.

#stucky #steve rogers x bucky barnes #steve rogers #bucky barnes #james buchanan barnes #captain america #winter soldier #Captain America x Winter Soldier #johnny storm #the human torch #chris evans #sebastian stan #evanstan #fantastic four

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buckyscap · 7 months ago

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is there a fic of bucky meeting johnny storm bc i love the idea of his horrified face after realizing the steve in front of him is not even steve at all the moment johnny opened his mouth to spew the filthiest, vilest insult he's ever heard in his life, which is a lot coming from someone who was in the military 80 years ago and sure, steve does curse sometimes but none of them are even close to what this foul-mouthed kid are saying.

also, can you imagine the heart palpitations he had once johnny turns into fire like he'd have nightmares about it for days because johnny has steve's face and he's on fire and when he meets his steve he's like

bucky: jesus christ, steve, he lit himself on fire!

steve: oh.. i'm sorry buck, that must've been horrible

bucky: no, no, that's like his thing he can turn himself into fire. but yes, that was horrible, god

#he told sam abt this and the guy was all oohhhohoho i wanna meet this johnny kid #bucky barnes #johnny storm #steve rogers #stucky #the winter soldier #captain america #the human torch #fantastic four #the avengers #may or may not be referencing to deadpool and wolverine

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batcavescolony · 1 month ago

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Bucky: I'm gonna regret this, who is Robin?

Clint: the most famous fictional sidekick

Bucky: is he anything like me?

Clint: well their are different ones, I like the first but I'm biased, you're more like the second one. Jason Todd.

Bucky: do I want to known how?

Clint: Jason was Robin, then he got killed, then he came back with guns a blazing.

Bucky:... I asked

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fanfictiongirlie · 4 months ago

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Marvel: Bloodlust

Parings: 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

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"

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