#steve rogers vampire fic

[thyme-in-a-bubble]

young ladies shouldn’t waltz with vampires

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summary: “so, here’s the thing,” his ocean eyes then flickered in the same manner Steve’s had, mystically bending your mind to his will, “you’re gonna come with us, be ours to play with for the night. You can go home when the sun comes up, but without remembering the time we shared…” 

warnings: vampire!bucky barnes x innocent!reader x vampire!steve rogers, smut, dark content, dubcon/noncon, historical au (1840s), mind control/vampire compulsion, blood, biting, age gap, ball, dancing, polyamory, threesome, first kiss, kissing, loss of virginity, somno, cockwarming, dirty talk, size kink, pain kink, pussyjob, overstimulation, penetrative sex, anal, double penetration, unprotected sex

word count: 3511

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“I have to admit, out of every rose here, you’re the most breathtaking.” 

Glancing up from the table before you, cluttered with crystal glasses brimming with refreshments, your eyes flickered to the man now standing beside you, his own piercing blue stare firmly directed at you and no one else in the buzzing ballroom. 

Your stunned lips parted slightly before the gentleman boldly spoke up again, “how come I’ve never seen you before?” 

Feeling your breath hitch, you managed to babble, “oh, it’s probably because this is my first time at a proper ball. I haven’t really previously been allowed to come stay at my family’s London estate and–, I’m sorry…” you swiftly stopped yourself, sensing the heat that had ridden in your cheeks, “I don’t know why I’m telling you all of this…”

“Well, lucky us that you got let out of your cage and the rest of us finally get to gaze upon your beauty,” he flashed you a dazzling smile before his eyes flickered to someone behind you, “if you’ll excuse me, I see someone I recognise, but would you perhaps grant me the pleasure of a dance a little later?” 

Averting your gaze, a smile tugged at your lips as you uttered, “you’d have to ask my brother.” 

“But I’m asking you,” he dipped down to catch your vision, “would you care to dance with me?” 

Blinking back at him, you couldn’t help but let out the truth.

“Y-yes.” 

As a smile swiftly tilted his lips, the gentleman then bowed slightly before you as he plucked up your gloved hand and pressed his lips to the back of it before disappearing into the merry crowd. 

Feeling slightly dizzy, you finally snatched up the drink you’d originally wandered to this corner of the chamber to fetch. 

Though as you granted yourself a small sip, fingers suddenly grasped your arm and yanked you deeper into a corner. 

“Sister!” you blinked up into your brother’s eyes as he’d evidently spotted you from across the ballroom and, judging by his tone, not approved of what he’d seen, “what in the world do you think you’re doing?”

Ripping your arm free, you furrowed your brows, “what are you talking about? I was just getting some punch.”

“No,” he hissed at a hushed volume, “why were you talking to him?”

A confused scoff then bubbled out past your lips, “I’ve talked to plenty of men at this party, with and without you at my side, so why is he any different?”

“Because, sister,” he leaned down a bit further, “he’s not a man. He’s one of them,” his eyes scanned your own before he spelled it out, “a vampire.” 

Though you’d never previously encountered one yourself, you still weren’t so naive to not be aware of the known influential status such creatures of the night had in the society you lived in. Them being in attendance at a fine ball was nothing compared to the other privileges they had achieved over the centuries. 

“Really?” you couldn’t help but glance back over your shoulder, though didn’t spot the bloodsucker again. 

“God,” your brother groaned quietly, “I know mother and papa have kept you rather sheltered compared to myself, but trust me, you have to stay away from them. They’re monsters, killing is in their nature,” with a hand on your cheek, he guided your gaze back to his, “promise me you won’t speak to one ever again.”

Blinking back at him, you then uttered sincerely, “I promise.”

“Good,” a visible weight then faded from his shoulders as he let go of you and straightened back up to his full height. 

As you stayed on the outskirts of the party, one of your fingers curved to trace the lines of the fine glass still clutched in your grasp. 

Soon your eyes flickered up from the liquid remaining in the goblet and landed on the other guests. Elegant crinoline gowns swooshed and swayed to the music emanating from the small string quartet in the corner, acting as a heartbeat for the lords and ladies of London as they danced the night away. 

“Well, as I live and breathe,” a voice then found not only your brother’s ears, but yours as well. 

Twisting slightly, you watched as a wide grin swiftly stretched your brother’s lips, “Thomas!” he spread his arms out for the redheaded man nearly within his reach. 

As they pulled each other into a tight hug, your brother’s friend chimed in his ear, “how you doing, old chap?” before withdrawing from the embrace, though still kept one palm fast on your sibling’s shoulder. 

“Not bad, not bad–, oh, Tommy,” your brother then suddenly glanced back at you, “this is my little sister,” gesturing betwixt you both, “sister, this is Thomas, we went to boarding school together.”

Extending a hand, you smiled politely, “it’s nice to meet you.”

“You too,” he shook your palm before casting his gaze back upon your chaperone, “would you mind if I stole your brother for a moment?”

“Uhm,” you glanced to your sibling before uttering, “no, of course not. Go, have fun, catch up.”

And before the pair slipped away, your brother leaned down to whisper in your ear, “be good till I get back,” to which you offered him a nod in return right before they both vanished from your sight and left you alone at the edge of the dance floor. 

Though as you slowly began to wander along the perimeter, your gaze once again affixed upon the sea of swaying pairs in the centre of the ballroom, your gentle stride then abruptly halted as a bulky figure shifted to pass you, though as the stranger attempted to, the two of you collided and the remainder of the drink in your hand splashed across his jacket.

You both froze as you slowly peeled your wide eyes up from the stain of your drink, that lightly dripped from his clothing, and instead flickered up to find the stare of the aristocrat you’d accidentally bumped into. 

“Oh god…” your heartbeat swiftly hammered in your ears, deafening out the elegant music that filled the chamber, “sir, I am so sorry, I-I wasn’t looking at where I was going and–”

“It’s alright,” he hastily put an end to your blubbering as he eyed the soaked patch, “it’ll dry,” he uttered, running a broad palm down over the wetness. Though as his gaze flickered back up to find yours, a slight smirk tugged at the corners of his lips as he then said, “well, spilling your drink on me, the least you can do is offer me your name so that I know who to warn about to the people who actually are precious about their attire.”

“Lady Y/n Y/l/n,” you averted your gaze as your knees bent in a gentle curtsy, “delighted to make your acquaintance, even under the circumstances–, again, I am so incredibly sorry…”

“You’re a lady but with such lack of grace? Well, now I understand why you aren’t on the floor dancing with someone,” he jested in a teasing tone. 

The heat that had already crept up in your cheeks fiercely worsened, “I am a great dancer, I’ll have you know!”

“Oh really?” a smile dazzled his features, “I think I’ll have to see that to believe it,” he spoke as the current song came to an end and he extended a hand out to you, “shall we?”

For a moment, you let your glance flicker about the chamber in search of your brother, though when you couldn’t spot him, you found your own palm thinking for itself and gliding into the man’s standing tall before you. 

Once he’d led you out onto the floor, the palm he slid across your waist, and used to guide you a smidge closer to his own frame, caused a shy gasp to slip past your lips long before your feet began to shift below your poofy plum coloured gown. 

“Well, I guess you weren’t lying after all,” you soon heard him note after you’d danced for a minute, your movements having been nothing short of perfection since the very first step. 

Blinking up at the blonde man holding onto you tight, you finally asked, “what is your name, sir?”

“Lord Steven Rogers,” the title rolled off his tongue as his own gaze kept yours captive, “at your service, my lady.”

“Are you from here? You don’t sound it,” you commented on his accent, “but are you?”

“That’s a good question,” a slight tilt found his head, “London is one of my favourite places and I have spent many of my years here, but it’s not where I’m from, no.”

“So, you’ve travelled a lot?” you asked as he spun you an arm’s length away from himself. 

“You could say that…” he smirked as he twirled you back into his hold, “are you?”

“Am I what?” you found yourself slightly dizzy, though not from the dancing. 

“From London?”

“Well, my family does have a place here, but I haven’t spent much of my time in the city. At least not yet, I’m hoping I can begin to now that I’m grown, though to be quite frank, I have no idea where to start.”

“I could be your guide,” his offer caught you off guard, “it might have been a few years since I last called this city my home, but I still know it like the back of my hand.”

Mouth shyly agape, you simply blinked back at him a second before uttering, “perhaps if my brother came along as a chaperone.”

“I thought you said you were grown,” the tone he used to deliver his teasing seeped directly into your bones and made you thankful of his firm grip on you as the pair of you continued to sway to the music, “a girl asks for permission and can’t be trusted on her own, but a woman however, takes exactly what she desires and doesn’t let anyone or anything stand in her way…” his smouldering stare then briefly dipped before you heard him murmur, “so, what are you? A little girl or a woman?”

“I–…” you blinked back at him, struggling to navigate the exhilaratingly foreign situation you found yourself in. However, before you could stammer any further, the song came to a close and the surrounding couples parted ways. 

Though before you could take even one step back, his hand kept you close a moment longer as he dipped down for his breath to tickle the shell of your ear. 

“Meet me in the garden,” he whispered, causing even more goosebumps to erupt across your skin, “then you can give me your answer...” 

The cool night air kissed your cheeks as your glance flickered away from the candlelit terrace you’d abandoned only moments prior in order to stand beside the bushy mouth of the dark hedge maze further down the expanse of the estate’s garden. Faint music still found your ears as it echoed out the open windows of the grand manor where the ball still boomed. 

Then suddenly, as you were lost in your thoughts of disbelief at what you were doing, just before you could talk yourself into returning to the party, you felt your hand be grabbed before your eyes fluttered up to find the lord you’d been awaiting, his arrival haven been so sudden that it nearly caused you to jump straight out of your skin. 

Without a single word, Steve began to drag you into the maze, far away from any prying eyes and where the darkness could swallow you both whole.

“Where are you taking me–,” you attempted to ask, though as the man then abruptly stopped, what he did next stunned you to your very core. 

Pulling you close, closer than you’d ever been to any man before, he then pressed his lips to your own, sufficiently shutting you up before you could elaborate your question any further. 

The kiss was abrupt, fevered and entirely your first, leaving you dazed and reeling to catch up to the reality, to the dream you were finally expecting.

When Steve finally felt you relax into him, his feet began to shuffle and shift you back till your spine was pressed up against the denseness of the hedge behind you. 

But just as a shy whimper from you vibrated against his tongue and your fingers drifted up to whisper around his silky necktie, the snapping of a twig suddenly found your ears and caused you to jump away from your dance partner. 

Casting your glance over Steve’s broad shoulder, you spotted as the dark-haired gentleman, that your brother had so fiercely warmed you about, slithered out from the embrace of the shadows. 

“Oh, don’t stop on my account,” the man smirked, folding his arms across his wide chest as he continued to stare. 

Eyes wide, you then began to stammer, “Steve,” lightly patting your partner’s arm as he hadn’t yet shifted to protect you with an air of understanding, “h-he’s a–” 

“A vampire?” the aristocratic creature raised an eyebrow, “how about you take another look at the lord that just had his tongue down your throat.” 

Your panicked glare then fluttered back to Steve in front of you, however, before you could manage to push him away, his hands flew up to either side of your face and he dipped down to stare into your eyes with an intense you’d never witnessed before, somehow locking you up in his gaze as he then compelled you, “don’t scream,” and under the moonlight, you swore you saw his pupils briefly dilate as his wish slithered into your soul, “stay calm.” 

Continuing to cup your cheeks, Steve then kissed you once again. Even though his previous words had turned you completely docile in his hold, the sensation of his lips as they soon pecked away from your own, on a determined journey down over your jaw, caused you to melt away that much further.

The neckline of your deep purple gown was so wide that it exposed not only your shoulders, but also crept down scandalously low on your chest. 

Your eyes fluttered shut once more as his kisses tickled in their path down your neck, the sensation shooting straight down between your thighs. However, as soon as Steve’s lips were devouring the tender spot where the base of your throat blossomed into your shoulder, a sharp pain suddenly caused your eyes to snap back open as the vampire had sunk his teeth into you. 

You winced slightly as blood began to trickle free, your gaze locked with the other man’s as he took a step forward and closed the gap. Standing directly behind Steve, his hand then raised up to stroke your hair.

“So, here’s the thing,” his ocean eyes then flickered in the same manner Steve’s had, mystically bending your mind to his will, “you’re gonna come with us, be ours to play with for the night. You can go home when the sun comes up, but without remembering the time we shared…” 

Though you’d barely gotten to sleep an hour, you began to stir as the vampire sprawled out in front of your slumbering form kissed down your neck and swiftly sank his fangs into your shoulder. 

Wincing awake and still weak from the blood the two lords had already drained you off, your hiss soon faded into a mumble, “Buck…”

Tilting his chin back a bit, Bucky lapped up the crimson that trickled down from the bite before he whispered, “shh, you can just stay asleep…” and you noticed his hardness straining against you below the covers, “it’s okay, I don’t mind…”

You couldn’t fathom how the vampire still wasn’t satiated after everything that had happened that night, things a lady such as yourself had never dared to even imagine possible. Even now, you were still slotted in between the two naked men under the canopy of a bed in the grand estate they’d taken you to, your virgin blood still staining the sheets, or the little of it that they hadn’t lapped up for themselves to savour. 

Though the restless one before you had stirred you for another taste, Steve was still sleeping like a rock. He was laying directly behind you, his burly chest still pressed up against your spine as earlier, when he’d impulsively tried to stretch out your ass, made the decision to do something about that impossible tightness and have that little hole warm his intimidating girth while he slumbered. It made it difficult, to say the least, for rest to come to you as the sensation of his fat cock plugging you up was nearly too much for you to bear. 

“Oh, what is it?” Bucky chuckled lowly at the wince you let out as he began to nudge his dick against your puffy pussy, “are you sore?” he asked in a mocking tone, grinning wider as you nodded hazily in response, “but you like it, don’t you?” he torturously tapped the weight of his length against the creamy mess between your thighs, the sensation causing both your holes to throb and clench, making Steve’s cock still embedded deep within you seem that much more enormous, “you like it when it hurts, when the sting of pain mixes with pleasure…” he then caught your eye and compelled you, “tell me that you like it.”

“I like it,” you hear the desperate word flow out your lungs, “please don’t stop, please keep hurting me, keep biting me, drink every drop of my blood, use me however you wish, it all feels so good–, ah!” the pleas he’d made you utter were then cut off by a rippling moan as his bulbous tip suddenly caught your entrance and greedily slid back into your warmth. 

The fierce rhythm Bucky swiftly found rocked you so roughly that the movements didn’t just split your poor pussy open as he bucked up into you, but it also caused your frame to shift back against Steve and sink you down that much further on his cock, letting his heavy sack nuzzle tightly against your slick skin. 

As your whimpers filled the room and mingled with Bucky’s own grunts of pleasure, you felt the girth in your ass twitch and rapidly grow painfully hard before the arm the slumbering bloodsucker had slumped around your waist tightened as he stirred with a low rumble directly in your ear. 

“Mmm… having a little midnight snack, are we?” Steve groggily hummed from behind you as he nuzzled his nose into your tousled hair, “you know she’ll pass out soon if we keep drinking like this.”

“You say that like it’s a bad thing,” Bucky then slid his palm down the length of your arm, plucking up your hand till his lips ghosted against it. However, just as you let yourself hope that he’d just plant a peck upon your palm, his teeth instead pierced the flesh, right below your thumb. Although, the vampire did show some restraint as he only offered you a little nip before ripping your hand away from his mouth and holding it out for his partner to grasp, “here, you look parched,” blood already began to pool like a little puddle in your palm from how it slowly oozes out of the wound. 

Accepting the delicacy, Steve first dragged his silky tongue over the bite, before he let his fangs sink into you with a deep groan, the taste of you only making him harder. As he began to drink from your palm, his hips greedily began to rock, making you tremble between the two lords of the night from the dizzying manner they both now fucked you. 

As your moans filled the night air, Bucky’s fingers found your face in a caress before he leaned in to snuff out your sounds and let you taste the tangy iron of yourself on his tongue. Soon, his kisses began to dance down over the column of your neck, till his face was buried in your heaving tits, leaving a blossoming trail of hickeys to mark his path as he moved down to capture your nipple between his lips.  

“I know we usually only keep our dinner till the morning comes,” Bucky muttered as he nipped at your boobs, only pausing to briefly glance over your shoulder at the man behind you, “but there’s something different about this one, don’t you agree, Steve?” 

“She’s fucking delicious…” you heard him purr in your ear, “maybe you could be more than just a quick bite to eat…” both of their cocks continued to rock in harmony, filling your holes up to more than the brim, “maybe you can be our girl…” 

Sucking in a shaky breath, you tilted your head to catch both of their eyes, “for how long?” 

Keeping his neck tilted, Bucky blinked up at you and uttered, “…forever,” before he buried his teeth into the soft peak of your tit.

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Welcome to Your Life

Pairing: dark vampire!Steve Rogers x f!reader

Word Count: ~3.75k

Summary: During a drunken night out on vacation, you're brought to a strange club and presented to a mysterious man. Part of Everybody Wants to Rule the World

Warnings: Horror elements, dark elements, mind control, some blood and gore, feeding on humans, captivity, dub/con, SMUT - All of my work is 18+ - Minors DNI

Divider by @saradika

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A/N: And here it is, the first part of Vampire Steve's solo story! If you missed his introduction, it was in I Can't Sleep Cause My Bed's On Fire. You don't need to read that before you read this, but some of the world-building (specifically how his club works) might be helpful. Plus, it's a vampire threesome, so 🥵🥵🥵

This is also the first part of the new, super-expanded supernatural universe that I'm doing with @paperweight91, playing off of what I started with my Psycho Killer AU. Big thanks to Chelsea for all her help on this and for just how much fun it's been to come up with ideas with her for this whole universe.

Now, where it might get slightly confusing, but I really hope it doesn't. This story introduces a new character, Cutter, who will eventually be a reader in one of Chelsea's stories in her werewolf half of this au. She is not physically described at all here, other than being a woman. I hope it gets you excited about what @paperweight91 has in store for her.

As always, any comments, reblogs, or asks are very appreciated. You know how much I love this Steve. Please come screech with me about him!!!

You were shaking. That was the only thing you knew. You didn’t know where you were or what you were doing there. Not even how you’d gotten there, just that you were standing in the back room of some club, surrounded by people—were they people? Of course, they were. What else could they be?!—unable to move, and you couldn’t stop shaking.

You’d been on vacation with some friends in Berlin. You’d all decided to have a wild night out together but were quickly separated. While tipsily searching for them at a club, you’d bumped into a man, an American, who told you his name was Cole. And suddenly, looking for your friends didn’t seem as important. He’d told you he knew a great bar just a few blocks away. You didn’t really remember agreeing to go with him, but now you were here, in a room full of strangers who wouldn’t stop leering at you. No one had done anything or even said anything, but you knew in your bones that you were not safe. And yet, you couldn’t move.

Cole, especially, wouldn’t take his eyes off you, your neck in particular. You desperately wished for something to cover up your club attire. A woman was leaning against the wall in the corner, sharpening her ridiculously long nails with a knife. She looked up occasionally, and this time her gaze landed on Cole, a scowl on her face. “You know he gets first taste,” she said, before looking back down in disinterest.

“I know,” he said, his fingers drumming impatiently on his thigh.

“Everything has to get his approval before it goes on the menu,” she continued, still not looking up as she filed her nails to a terrifying point. 

“Yes,” Cole gritted out, “I know that, Cutter. I’m not fucking new.”

“Then stop acting like you’re jonesing for your next fix. You’re that fucking hungry? Go get yourself something to eat that actually is on the menu.” Nothing they were saying made any sense. 

He scowled at her, but started to leave the room, and then, suddenly, stopped. Everyone stopped. Cutter looked up, listening for something, then pushed herself off the wall and made her way over to you. She brushed one of her exceedingly sharp nails over your bottom lip. Looking you in the eye, she breathed, “Kneel, sweetheart.” And you were on your knees before you had any idea what had happened. She smiled at you and added, “Be quiet,” and you knew, in every cell, that you wouldn’t have been able to make any noise if you’d tried. 

One of the doors opened and a tall, broad, beautiful man came into the room and you felt the energy of everything change. It was like it was all, yourself included, suddenly charged with electricity. You’d never felt anything like it. He zeroed in on you instantly and made his way over. You felt the instinct to cower, but it was far away, almost like it was behind a wall. And you still couldn’t move anyway. All you could do was shiver.

The man looked at you carefully. “Pretty,” he said, absently. He brushed his thumb over your lower lip just like Cutter had. Then he gripped your chin and angled it up so you were forced to make eye contact. “Give me your wrist,” he said and you couldn’t explain the feeling that moved through your body, only that you reached your wrist up to him, you had to, and waited for him to take it. He took it in his firm grip and placed his thumb right over your pulse point. He pressed down hard and smiled when you still didn’t move, didn’t react. It was like you didn’t know how. And then, something happened, so quickly you couldn’t process it. Fangs descended into his mouth and he lowered his head to your wrist and bit down hard. It was some of the worst pain you’d ever felt, but you didn’t pull away, didn’t make a sound. It wasn’t until you felt the wetness on your cheeks that you even realized you were crying. It was like all the different parts of you were separated. 

He pulled his teeth from your wrist and then licked the wound clean. He grinned at you and said, “You have excellent taste in cocktails, honey.” Then he looked over at Cutter and his smile dropped. “She’s still drunk. You should have known better.”

Her mouth fell open, and then she flung her hand out at Cole who stood sheepishly on the other side of the room. “Cole’s the one who brought her in!”

He was in front of her in a blink, the arm that was still in the air now in his firm grasp. She grimaced. “And you know exactly how good his judgment is,” he growled.

“Steve,” she whispered, just barely loud enough for you to hear her.

The man (could you even call him that? Deep down you knew what he was), Steve, brought his face as close to hers as possible. “When I put you in charge,” he said, so lowly, “I expect you to be in charge.”

She just stared at him for a moment meeting his gaze, then dropped her own and nodded. He smiled fondly, you were surprised to see, and kissed her on the cheek. “You know he needs supervision.”

He made his way back to where you were still kneeling, now cradling your arm. He bent down to you slightly and stroked a hand down your neck. “There’s something there, though,” he said, although you weren’t sure who he was talking to. Certainly not to you. “Underneath everything else. I’ll try her again tomorrow and see how she is when the blood’s pure.”

You gazed up at him, confused, and he gripped your chin in his hand. “You may speak,” he said.

“I don’t understand what’s happening,” was all you could manage.

“Oh honey, of course, you don’t,” he said with a grin that frightened you. “The good news is that you’ll never need to understand anything ever again.” He looked back up at the room at large. “Set her up in a room upstairs.” He released your chin and made his way to the exit, pausing as he was almost out the door to call “Cole!” over his shoulder. The other man quickly followed him out of the room.

Cutter came to stand in front of you. She looked you in the eye and said, “Up,” and without thinking, you were on your feet. “Such a good girl,” she cooed. “Follow me,” and suddenly that was all you wanted to do.

The room she took you to was better described as a cell. There was a cot, a toilet, and a sink. No windows. Painted grey. It was tiny. Cutter left as soon as you were inside and you heard the door lock behind her. 

You sat down on the bed and closed your eyes. You felt the urge to panic but it was like your body wouldn’t cooperate. Your heart rate stayed steady, your breaths even. You were calm, even if that was the last thing you wanted to be. 

These people must have done something to you. People, right. You knew what they were. Every single one of them had stared at your neck. Steve had fangs and he’d literally drank your blood. You knew, even if an hour ago you would’ve sworn that was just fantasy. Vampires. You were being held captive by vampires. What the hell?

There was nothing to occupy your time in here except for your thoughts, so you curled up on the cot and tried to convince yourself that it was all a bizarre dream. Eventually, your exhaustion overtook you and you fell asleep. 

You weren’t sure when exactly you woke up. You hadn’t seen a single window since Cole had brought you into the building last night. Because sunlight kills vampires, you thought to yourself, somewhat hysterically. Your memories of the night before were… weird. And not just because you swear someone drank your blood. They were patchy. And yes, you’d been drunk, but not that drunk. Not so drunk that you blacked out small portions of the night. And certainly not so drunk that you hallucinated vampires. Fuck. Fuck fuck fuck. There was no way out of the cell. Nothing in it that would help you. All you could do was wait for whatever it was that was coming for you.

Sometime later, hours probably, a slit in the door you hadn’t noticed before was opened, and a tray was slid through. Food. You gathered it quickly and sat on the bed. There was a carton of water and a plate with a large salad that was mostly made up of spinach and lentils. Iron-rich food, your mind supplied. The previous night seemed more and more real.

.You thought about refusing the salad, but you were so hungry, so you ate it. It was surprisingly good, but not what you would have chosen for what would probably be your last meal. You lay back down when you were finished, curled up on your side, and daydreamed of something more satisfying than a spinach salad. 

More time passed. You stared at the walls and tried not to freak out. You wondered if your friends had made it back to the hotel. How long it took for them to realize you were missing. Were the police searching for you? Did your family know? You couldn’t help it when the tears started. You were pretty sure you were going to die here.

You dozed in and out for who knows how long. And then the door opened. Steve walked in with Cole behind him, carrying a chair. You jolted up and pressed yourself into the wall. “Stop,” Steve said, and everything did. “Calm down,” and you felt everything in your body slow. Suddenly, you couldn’t access whatever it was that you’d been so scared of. So you sat still and watched him. 

Cole handed Steve the chair and he placed it in front of your cot. He sat down and looked at you. His gaze made you feel so small. He reached out his hand and brushed the backs of his fingers against your knee. A chill ran up your spine, not just fear, but an excitement too, that you couldn’t explain. “Give me your other wrist,” he said, lowly, and you immediately did. He took it in his hand and brought it up to his nose, forcing you to lean forward. He inhaled deeply. “Much better,” he said. “You’re all sobered up now, aren’t you?”

You didn’t respond. You knew, deep inside yourself, that he didn’t want you to. His fangs dropped and you braced yourself, something in the far recesses of your mind knowing that you should be scared. With a slight grin, he sank his teeth into your wrist. The pain was just as bad as the night before but soon, so much quicker than the last time, it was over and Steve was pulling away, his eyes still locked on you.

“Shit,” he breathed.

“What?” Cole asked, from his place by the door. “She’s that bad?”

“No,” Steve growled. “She tastes like sunshine.” He stood up and leaned over you, running the back of one finger across your cheek. “Precious thing.”

You looked up at him and blinked. “Please,” you said, “please, I want to go home.”

“No, honey,” he cooed, so gently, “you’ll never go home again.” As you tried to process that through the fog, he turned to Cole. “Put her in my private reserves. I’ll have her for dinner.” And then he was out of the room.

Cole looked at you, a pout on his face. “Goddamnit,” he grumbled, “I’ve been waiting for a taste.”

“You’re gonna bite me, too?” you asked, alarmed.

He sighed. “Not anymore. I’d rather not face the true death, thanks.” He looked you in the eye. “Come with me.” 

You felt something move through you at that. There was definitely a strong urge to obey that you wouldn’t resist, but it was nothing like what you felt with Steve, or even Cutter, where it was like your body was on strings. It wasn’t a huge weakness, but you were taking note of everything at this point. 

Cole took you through a long series of hallways that you couldn’t hope to keep track of. Cole talked the whole way, mostly inane bits about his frustrations with the pecking order in whatever vampire organization this was. You marveled for a moment at the fact that you were describing something to do with mythical monsters as inane. Finally, just as you arrived at a door not dissimilar to the one you’d just come out of, he concluded with “You’re a really good listener.”

You gaped at him. What did he think was happening here? He’d targeted you, done something to you to bring you here where you were trapped and probably going to die and he thought you cared that he didn’t feel respected enough by his fellow monsters???

But staying alive right now was your primary concern, so you just quietly said, “Thank you,” and let him show you into the room. 

It was much bigger than the cell, but still small, along the lines of a spacious walk-in closet. There was a plush rug under your feet, a deep rose color. A four-poster bed was to one side covered in a big, fluffy comforter that was in a lighter shade of dusty pink and piled with pillows to match. The far wall was entirely made of mahogany built-in bookcases that were completely full of books. There was a soft-looking armchair in the corner by the shelves. You turned back to Cole and asked, “What is this?”

“It’s your room,” he said with a smile. He looked you in the eye. “Now,” he said, and you felt his words travel through your body. He pointed at a door without breaking eye contact, “that’s your bathroom. You’re going to use it now to get very clean and smooth. There are lotions you’ll use after to make yourself soft. There are things in there,” he pointed to a beautiful armoire in the corner, “for you to change into when you’re done. Steve will be back in a few hours and you will be ready for him. Do you understand?”

“Yes,” you said, your voice coming out of you without any conscious thought or effort, “I’ll be ready for Steve.”

“Good girl,” he said, and gently patted your cheek. He stood awkwardly, watching you, but now that the command was in you, you were focused on getting to the bathroom so you could get clean. He was in your way.

“I have to get ready for Steve,” you told him, your voice sounding oddly robotic to your own ears.

Cole blinked at you and then sighed. “Right,” he said, sounding almost forlorn. He stared at you again and then shook his head. “I’ll see you again soon,” he said, stroking one hand down your arm. And then he finally left.

It was the most luxurious shower of your life. 

When you came out of the bathroom, clean, smooth, and more moisturized than you’d ever been, you opened the armoire to find a small collection of slips in different sizes hanging in it. You found the one that would fit you best and put it on. It was black, a combination of silk and lace. It felt expensive against your skin. You searched the drawers, and next to a collection of silk briefs, you found a pair of black lace panties that would work for you. 

Once you were dressed (or as dressed as you were going to be with what was available), you moved to the bookshelves. They were chock full of every genre and category you could think of. Vaunted classics next to dime store romances. Shakespeare collections and airport schlock. You ran your fingers across the spines, when, suddenly, from behind you– 

“If there’s something you particularly enjoy, let me know and I’ll have someone get it for you.” 

You spun around to find Steve just inches from you. You hadn’t heard a noise when he’d come in. There was a coldness emanating from him that made goosebumps rise along your flesh. Your breath caught and he grinned. You inhaled and asked, “You aren’t going to kill me?”

He laughed. “Oh no, Sunshine. You’re too delicious. I’m going to be feeding from you for a long, long time.”

You tried to back up, but the wall of bookcases blocked you. You pressed yourself into it anyway. He opened his mouth and you hurried to say “Please don’t make me calm down!”

His eyes narrowed and he tilted his head to the side. “Explain,” he commanded and you were obeying before you even registered the word.

“I don’t know what you’re doing to me, but I feel it when you tell me to do things. And I– I don’t know. I don’t know.” You wanted to obey, every part of you was trying, but you had no vocabulary for any of what this was. So you were left chanting, “I don’t know,” over and over. 

“Stop,” he said, and of course, everything did. “You can feel it?” he asked. “The compulsion? You actually feel it move through your body?”

The word was new to you, but you knew what he meant. You nodded and he hummed. “Oh, you are very interesting, aren’t you, pet?” 

You didn’t say anything to that, just watched him warily. He gave you a sharklike grin that sent chills down your spine and said “Now, calm down.”

And just like before, you felt everything inside you slow. Your body sagged a bit against the shelves, no longer trying to push your way through them.

“There,” he said, cupping your face in his large hand. “Isn’t that better, little pet?”

He guided you to the armchair and sat down in it, pulling you onto his lap. You could feel the supernatural strength in his thighs as you settled on top of him, sidesaddle, as he took all of your weight without any reaction at all. He scratched his thumbnail down your jugular and you closed your eyes. “It hurts,” you said, your tone surprisingly flat for how afraid of all this you’d been just a moment before.

“Hmm?” he questioned, as he nuzzled his nose along your throat.

“When you bite me,” you said, still so calm, “it hurts so much.”

“Oh, is that all?” he asked and you could hear the smile in his voice. “Don’t worry, Sunshine, I’ll make it feel just as good for you as it will for me.”

With that, he moved one of his hands in between your legs, slowly sliding it up your thigh. His face was fully in the crook of your neck when he mumbled “Feel this,” and you felt the command vibrate through your whole body. The calmness that had flattened you faded away and you let out a little whine when his hand reached your mound. He pushed your panties to the side and slid his fingers between your folds. You gasped as he quickly found your clit, tracing slow lazy circles around it. You tried to grind down onto his hand and you felt him huff a laugh into your neck. His tongue darted out, licking a wide stripe all along your vein. You let out another whine, so desperate this time. 

He chuckled again. “I was going to make you get wet for me,” he said, as his fingers began to prod at your hole gently, his thumb still working at your clit, “but I don’t need to, do I? Or at least, not with my voice.” He was right, you were already soaking, and there was no resistance as he slipped one finger inside of you. You squirmed against his hand and he added another finger. 

His mouth was still on your neck, lapping and nipping at your jugular, but he hadn’t sunk his teeth in yet. He scissored his fingers for a moment, stretching you so good that you cried out before he added a third. They stroked inside your walls, looking for your spot. He found it and you threw your head back. 

“Come on,” he growled, “give me what I need.” He curled his fingers, scraping against that place inside you just right. You screamed as you were thrown over the edge of your orgasm and that’s the moment he finally sunk his fangs into your neck. You felt it, you did. The pain was just as intense as before but mingled with some of the strongest pleasure you’d ever felt, you couldn’t bring yourself to care. Your body spasmed around his fingers as he loudly sucked from your neck. You swore that you could feel the blood rushing to both places. You babbled as you coasted along the waves of your orgasm, feeling like it would never end. Even as the aftershocks quieted and slowed down, his mouth was still latched to your neck, taking what he needed from you. Your body was fully collapsed into his now. Everything offered up for the taking. 

Finally, his teeth left you and he gently licked the blood from your skin. He slowly removed his fingers from you and you whined at the emptiness. He brought them up to your lips. “Clean up your mess,” he commanded and your mouth dropped open without thinking. He slid his fingers in and you swirled your tongue around them. You tasted yourself, sweet and musky, as you sucked him clean. He pulled them out with a soft pop and wiped them on the bodice of your slip. 

You looked at his face. He still had your blood on his lips. You felt the odd urge to kiss him but didn’t have the chance as he pushed you off his lap. Your knees buckled, too weak to stand. He laughed gently, like you might at a cute animal that was struggling, as he lifted you into his arms and carried you to the bed. He laid you down and tucked you in. “Rest up, Sunshine,” he cooed, and your body did as it was told, quickly sinking into sleep. “I’ll be back for more soon.”

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Marvel: Bloodlust

Bucky Barnes Masterlist

Pairings: Bucky Barnes x Reader

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

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

Rating: Explicit

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

Words: 8,898

One Shot - But one day I may carry this on

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

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

"Are they speaking?" Barnes asks. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"I don't need water" I hissed.

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

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

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

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

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

"Because I know you are the Winter Soldier" 

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

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

"Is that so?" 

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

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

"For you? Yes" I smirk. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Nope, not one bit"

"Hmm weird"

"Weird how?" He asks.

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

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

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

"Thirsty for blood, I'm guessing"

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Y..Yeah that definitely felt good"

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

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

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

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

"That feels much better" He smiles. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"I'll be good" I smile. 

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

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

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

"Yeah Stark" I sneer. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Yeah, sorry baby" I smirk.

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

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

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

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

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

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

"What are you doing?" He asks. 

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

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

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

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

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

"Sounds like fun"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"So are you" I whisper. 

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

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

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

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

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

"No?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"How much do I affect you, doll?" 

"More than I'd like to admit" 

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

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

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

"Anyone could walk in yaknow" 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Fuck" I mumble against his lips. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"God...that feels...so good...doll" 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Fuck, Bucky... touch me" 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Fuck" I whispered. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Bucky Barnes Masterlist

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⭑ FIC RECS ⭑ part II

↳ fic recs part I ↳ masterlist ↳ ship exchange ↳ taglist

it’s been a few months since I’ve shared fic recs, and tumblr won’t let me tag more people in the original post 😭

as a reminder— the kindest thing you can do for writers is reblog and comment :) it’s an exhausting job and they deserve your love

VAMPIRE DIARIES

꒰ ࿁ ˙ ˖ ໑ KOL MIKAELSON

miscommunication @captainsophiestark

kinktobers 1 & 2 *smut* @wholoveseggs

꒰ ࿁ ˙ ˖ ໑ KLAUS MIKAELSON

spellbound *smut* @shrenvents

OUTER BANKS

꒰ ࿁ ˙ ˖ ໑ JJ MAYBANK

linecook!jj *smut* @princessbrunette

꒰ ࿁ ˙ ˖ ໑ RAFE CAMERON

bittersweet *smut* @nadvs

MARVEL

꒰ ࿁ ˙ ˖ ໑ LOGAN HOWLETT

“you’re not her” @not-neverland06

relationship hcs @corrupt-fvcker

sugar, sugar *smut* @eupheme

꒰ ࿁ ˙ ˖ ໑ STEVE ROGERS

watchful eyes *smut* @espinosaurusrexex

꒰ ࿁ ˙ ˖ ໑ LOKI LAUFEYSON

as the clock strikes midnight *smut* (series) @cleo-fox

TEEN WOLF

꒰ ࿁ ˙ ˖ ໑ ISAAC LAHEY

tell me you want this @fangirl-writes

STAR TREK

꒰ ࿁ ˙ ˖ ໑ JAMES T KIRK

aos kirk @asgards-princess-of-mischief

꒰ ࿁ ˙ ˖ ໑ LEONARD MCCOY

pining @toboldlygohome

꒰ ࿁ ˙ ˖ ໑ PAVEL CHEKOV

heads up @captainsophiestark

SUPERNATURAL

꒰ ࿁ ˙ ˖ ໑ CASTIEL

noises @womanhopper

꒰ ࿁ ˙ ˖ ໑ DEAN WINCHESTER

better than pie *smut* @hintsofhoney

[matrixx-level]

if steve came out of the ice different (part 1?)

Bucky almost crushes his phone in his grip when he gets the call.

It takes him twenty minutes total to get the rest of the necessary information he needs from the phone call, hang up, call everyone else as he flies out of the building, hop on his bike, and drive all the way to SHIELD headquarters. 

He runs through floors, flies up stairs, pushes people aside, crashes through glass windows, and breaks down doors until he finally finds the area he’s being kept in.

70 years, it’s been. 70 years, and they finally found the love of his life.

“Mr. Barnes! Wait! Let us explain to you first- he’s not the man you knew-“ someone in a white lab coat hurriedly tries to tell him, grabbing his wrist as he’s about to break into the labs where they’ve apparently defrosted him (they waited only until after he was defrosted to call Bucky. They waited this long- God- Bucky could kill them all for hiding Steve from him-)

“Let. Go. Of. Me,” Bucky grits out under his breath, his voice a dark, ugly thing full of bitter rage and unimaginable disappointment. The lab coat immediately releases him, taking a fearful step back before they catch themselves and take back their composure. Bucky doesn’t wait around to see it happen - he slams his metal shoulder into the doors holding him back from seeing his other half and-

Bucky has been recovering from being the Winter Soldier for years now, two decades at least, and even though he has been healing and re-finding himself and making Bucky Barnes anew, making new friends and mourning the old, moving on with his life and not taking this second chance for granted - there was always something missing.

And that something, was Steve Rogers.

They told him how Steve had been lost in the Arctic, and that Howard had been looking for him ever since - and while he hadn’t believed Steve to still be alive (hadn’t wanted to get his hopes up only to find the dead body of his best friend), he hadn’t discouraged Howard from his searches. He’d comforted his old friend, and they had grown close, and Bucky hadn’t turned away whenever Howard had begun to rant about the expeditions to recover Steve - how they had covered a lot of ground and still had a lot left to go, how he theorized this or that, how he could feel that he was getting closer I’m tellin’ ya Bucky, he’s right around the corner, I can taste it.

Bucky was afraid they’d find him, and all that would be left would be an ice cold, frozen skeleton.

But as Bucky physically screeched to a stop in front of a thick, glass-looking wall (though Bucky doubted it was measly glass - SHIELD doesn’t slack on security), the wide open, empty room on the other side holding only one thing, he could officially say his fears were unfounded.

“Stevie?” he breathes out, his breath stuttering in his chest and his heart skipping a beat before giving out. 

Steve. He was right there. He was right there.

Steve stands in the middle of the room, back facing the glass and Bucky, and he’s completely, unnaturally still. Like, Winter Soldier level still. He’s wearing his banged up, singed suit from the war, because of course he is, and not a single blonde hair is out of place on his head. His fingers don’t even twitch at the sound of Bucky’s voice.

Bucky moves closer to the glass until he’s pressed up against it, his hands flat on either side of his face as his eyebrows pinch, calling, begging, “Steve? Stevie, it’s me, it’s Bucky! It’s me, sweetheart. Could you please turn around, doll? Please Stevie, let me look at you.”

A long, drawn out moment passes, no response coming from Steve as the tension slowly begins ratchet up higher and higher, Bucky tensing as the hairs on the back of his neck start to rise. An uncanny, uneasy feeling shoots through his stomach, and he swallows, uncertain and a little scared.

“Stevie? Baby, please-“

Bucky suddenly cuts himself off as Steve turns around lightning quick, and a loud gasp rips out of his throat as Steve’s eyes light up with a bright blue glow, his body beginning to glow just the same - blue steam seeming to raise off of his suit and swirl through his hair, making it flutter as if in a breeze.

Between one blink and the next, Steve winks out of existence, and reappears right in front of Bucky’s face. He slams his fists against the glass, and Bucky startles so hard he takes a stumbling step back, almost falling on his ass.

“Bucky! Buck…” Steve shouts, drawing out the ‘u’ of Bucky’s name as he bangs against the glass again. His head twitches wildly, the blue energy appearing to emanate from him pulsing in his veins, his eyes, and lighting up the whole space with bright light. He seems to glitch in place, winking out of place and showing up someplace else. 

“Buck…” he calls from the middle of the room again, blinking up at the ceiling as he paces back and forth, restless and twitching and glitching. 

Bucky gapes, his heart racing and the blood rushing in his ears as he just stares at Steve, not understanding what the fuck was happening.

“That’s what I was trying to tell you..” the lab coat from earlier whispers from behind him, cautiously entering the room as they studiously ignore looking at Steve. Bucky wonders if they’re afraid of Steve, and then shakes the thought away when it fills him with rage.

He looks at them over his shoulder, a scowl twisting his lips. “What did you do to him?” he accuses, his jaw clenched so tight it was a wonder it didn’t creak or groan.

The lab coat frowns and huffs out an offended breath, immediately saying, “We didn’t do anything to him!” in response. They quickly lost their bravado, though, as they stole a quick, fearful glance over at Steve before looking back at Bucky. “Not us, anyway.”

Bucky narrowed his eyes. “And what the hell is that supposed to mean?”

The lab coat gulps, shrinking back a little. “It- I- um-“ they look over at Steve again before sighing, and looking down at the ground. They clear their throat. “Do you remember the tesseract? The blue glowy cube that powered Hydra’s weapons back in your day?”

Bucky frowned, nodding in a bid to get them to continue.

They sigh again. “Well, after the mission where you were…lost on the train, Steve went on his own mission to stop Schmidt. While they fought on the Valkyrie - the plane that Steve had crashed - Schmidt had presumably died from the fight and got kicked off the plane, or whatever else theory exists. But the tesseract had stayed on the plane, and when Steve had put it in the water…” 

The lab coat winced, swallowing, stealing another small glance at Steve before looking up at Bucky with big, soulful eyes. “We believe it changed him. It stayed in close proximity with him for over 70 years, assumedly morphing him down to his very cells with just its energy. When we defrosted him, it refused to be taken by us and-“

They winced again, though this time it was closer to a flinch, and Bucky’s scowl only deepened as he barked out, “And what?”

They gulped. “And it…fused with him. Poof. No more tesseract. Only Steve - or, well, whatever’s left of him now that he’s been…possessed? Restructured? By the tesseract.”

Bucky reared back as if he’d been slapped, blinking rapidly and swallowing uncomfortably as he tried to make sense of it all, as he tried to process everything the lab coat had said.

A loud thump behind him made Bucky spin around, and he didn’t know what to feel as Steve stared right at him, his head tilted and his hair floating and his skin pale and lit up blue.

“Bucky…” Steve whispered, and Bucky let himself feel just pure and utter relief.

Why should he care that Steve was different now? That he was more space energy cube than person? Bucky had changed - fundamentally - and now he was navigating the world as best he could. If an ex brainwashed assassin could do it, why not Steve?

He walked back over to the glass, and pressed himself completely against it right where Steve was,  his hands aligning with Steve’s. He sighed out deeply, more relieved than he could ever say, and tears steadily filled his eyes and spilled onto his cheeks.

“Hi baby. I missed you,” he whispered.

And he swore. He swore, that Steve smiled in response before it was gone just as fast. Steve shook his head harshly, hitting himself in the head, and Bucky flinched and tapped against the glass. “No, no sweetheart, please don’t hurt yourself,” he pleaded, wishing he could gently hold Steve’s hands to prevent it himself.

And then he realized. Why was he just standing there, staring at Steve, instead of breaking him out? Jesus, he was off his game today.

“Let him out,” Bucky murmured, not turning to look at the lab coat that he could smell was still there. He was back to gritting all his words out between his clenched teeth, his voice more of a poison than a manner of speech. “Or I will break him out myself.”

Steve held his gaze with something like amusement in his eyes, his expression full of the most awareness Bucky had seen from him so far. Steve tapped against the glass in a merry little tune, bopping his head to it, and he smiled a little, like Bucky was the most marveling thing he had ever seen. “Bucky,” he whispered. “Bucky…I’m with ya ‘til the end of the line, pal…”

Bucky almost choked at those words, at finally hearing those words for the first time in 70 years, but before he could respond, the lab coat shakily replies to his threat, “Sir, we can’t do that, he’s dangerous and completely unprecedented with whatever powers he has now-“

Bucky listens to Steve hum under his breath, and sees him twitch and listen to things no one else can hear and seem to move through space like an anomaly, sees his best friend in the whole world, alive and here in the future with him, and he knows there’s nothing he won’t do to protect him. 

“Let him out…or so help me God, you will meet your maker today,” he spits out, and he means it more than he’s ever meant anything else.

Needless to say, Steve Rogers was released from his SHIELD imprisonment, and Bucky Barnes had never been happier.

(inspired by cascades. by orange_crushed on ao3)

[natwritesfics]

Summer fic prompts

I have decided to come up with a few summer related prompts to write some fics. So please feel free to send in a prompt and a character from any of the fandoms I write for. Especially Harry Potter. But I will obviously do them for any of the characters from any fandoms. If you have a little scenario in mind to go with the prompts too that would be great.

Beach day

Skinny dipping

Weekend at a lake house

Camping

Topless sunbathing

Water fight

Ice (anything to do with ice)

Summer fling

Swimming

Road trip

[tweedlydumbtweedlydoo]

Life update as of 5/14/24:

I graduated nursing school!!! 🎉🎉🥳🥳

With no more school to worry about I want to write more! Don’t know how much because ya know mom duties 🥹 but we’ll see!

[sunnysideprincess]

For @soliloquent-stark 's fic my teeth will only cut your lips, my dear 💖✨ i hope you like your gift ✨👁️👁️

[haven-in-writing]

Bloodthirsty - Chapter 5

My Savior Has Doomed Me

Tag list - @avengerstanforlife, @dark-night-sky-99, @emergenciesstory , @bookscoffeeandracoons, @krystallynx, @avadakadabra93 , @barbarianbookhoe

Find my masterlist here

Catch up with the series - (1), (2), (3), (4)

Thank you for reading and Merry Christmas/Happy Yule!!!!!

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“You idiot! You absolute moron! Do you have any idea what you’ve done Loki! You’ve signed my death certificate, you absolute oaf!” You yell at the now shocked god, his smug grin had disappeared from sight just as quick as he had plastered it on his face. That grin morphed into pure anger.

“I did you a favor, you insufferable little demon!” The vein along his forehead was protruding, throbbing against his pale skin angrily. That almost made you smile, that you could get under his skin so easily. Though your anger overridden everything at the moment.

“You might as well have killed me again! Now, because their tracker won’t be coming back with an update of any kind, they’ll send the hunters. Hell! They’ll send the damn hellhounds to bring me back, with or without a head!” Putting your hands over your face, you begin to massage your temples and keep the boiling rage and fear at bay. 

Fuck, you were screwed. You knew the council was keeping tabs on you, you were an Avenger for crying out loud. It was dangerous to have a vampire surrounded by so many humans, especially one that was masquerading as a hero. 

They wanted to be sure you hadn’t exposed them to the government, which was bullshit considering a lot of vampires had ties to Hydra’s little club in exchange for easier access to food. What Loki had just done was basically telling the council you had something to hide. This was giving you a headache. Killing the newborn was a test of your skill, but the tracker was meant to see the brutal show and follow behind you to see the outcome. At least you assumed that’s what they wanted. Now you had a trip to make before the news got back about their prized tracker.

Both Loki and Tony watched as the crease between your eyes slowly smoothed out, relaxing into a calm and composed face. The men watched with concern as you took a small flip phone out of one of your pockets and got rid of its packaging, inserting a small chip into its side panel. Several moments later while typing on the phone, Loki looks at Tony and arches an eyebrow in question.

“What is she doing?” The god questions, confused by the scene before him.

“It’s called texting, Shakespeare, get with the times you’re worse than Cap,” Tony quips back at Loki without taking a look at him, his focus was completely on you at the moment. He ignores the glare that Loki is giving him and watches as you stop texting and take out the sim card, wrapping it in what looks like a water-proof bag.

“I have to go, don’t follow me or you’ll mess everything up and get me permanently killed if I don’t pull this off just right,” you say while pulling your hair into a ponytail.

“What are you going to do?” Tony questioned, curious as well.

“Something stupid, definitely reckless. Maybe a tad bit suicidal,” You shrug the tension from your shoulders, rolling and effectively cracking your neck. Both men look at you as if you’d grown a second head. 

“I’m headed to New Orleans, Tony, stay put please. Fragile humans and creatures of the night don’t mix well. Gets a little too messy for me, personally. Loki, fuck off. You’ve done enough damage for two lifetimes, I don’t need you screwing up my arrangement with the council,” Huffing slightly, you see Loki rolling his eyes while Tony is just watching you. There’s nothing more that can be done except get to New Orleans, and quickly. 

“Okay Tones, I need a favor,” You say, grinning widely at the man.

“If I agree, is it a similar concept to fae agreements where I have to carefully word my sentences?” 

“Uh, no. That’s not even remotely in the same realm Tony, but you can ask your questions on the way” You say with an exasperated sigh. Walking away from the bloodbath that Loki had created you turn towards the mangled body and sigh. You needed to feed again soon, you were starting to feel cranky. 

“Loki, I need a body bag. Summon one please,” Gritting out the last word as it left a bitter taste on your tongue. Loki merely grinned and did as you asked but also managed to magic the vampire’s body into the bag without any mess and handed it to you.

“Uh, thanks,” Was all you could say as you grabbed the bag and walked away with Tony to his car that was conveniently waiting at the edge of the port. 

Tony was insufferable. The number of questions he was asking bordered on infinite. For every three questions he asked, he had six more to follow up my answer. He really was dissecting you  at this point. You knew he had questions but at this point it would have been easier to sit in a lab and let him cut you open with how invasive his line of questioning became.You thought he was done when he was silent for several minutes, seemingly focused on the road in front of him. Waiting patiently for whatever question awaited you was nearly torture, but he didn’t keep you hanging forever.

“So, how exactly did you become, well, a vampire?” His voice quieted to a whisper on “vampire” as if it was dangerous to say too loudly. You really didn’t know what to say in response but you figured he was owed the truth.

“I helped the wrong person escape a local witch hunt. I had helped several women escape the burning pires and was attempting to help Loki run before they captured him. He had been injured by something and I’m not too sure of the particulars, however, he led them to my doorstep which resulted in being hunted down.” Taking an unnecessary breath to steady my racing thoughts I continued. “I ran, of course, but I wouldn’t leave him behind. I took a sword through the heart saving him and he couldn’t be bothered to give me a proper burial. An older reclusive vampire took pity on me and turned me. I wish he would have left me dead.” 

Tony stared at me out of the corner of his eye, “You don’t mean that, you’ve done so much good here y/n.”

This time you were quiet. Surely Tony understood how you felt, you had seen him after the wormhole incident in New York. You knew he could feel the perpetual clock ticking. Everything after felt like borrowed time. Something stolen from the universe that you were punished for taking ever since you took your first reborn steps. It felt as though you could never do enough, be enough, for the second chance you were given.

“You know, Tony, I’m not even mad about him bringing the fight to my doorstep. I knew what I was signing up for when I began helping those people escape certain death. I’m upset that he didn't ensure I was dead. I’m glad that I’ve been able to help people, I just wish it wasn’t like this,” the words sit heavily in the air as Tony thinks about the information he has been given.

“For what it's worth, y/n, I’m glad you’re here. No matter how it happened or what you became in the process. You being a vampire has saved enough lives to negate any “bad“ traits you have,” He says softly, yet firm to ensure I didn’t argue with him. Nothing he could say would change the way you felt considering you had more than one lifetime to justify your feelings.The rest of the drive is silent, which you’re thankful for considering you couldn’t give Tony every answer to the questions he asked due to the laws that governed your kind.

Tony was driving you to his private plane, which of course came with a thousand more questions about how you were able to withstand the sun and if it was dangerous for you to be closer to the sun despite the metal can you’d be in. It did some good reminding him that you’d been on missions during the day which included flying to those destinations. Sometimes he could be a real bonehead. 

“Alright, this is me. If I need a rescue, I won’t call. Just know that if anyone suspects you know the truth, you lie good enough to pass a polygraph otherwise you’ll be in deep shit,” you warn him, hoping he has sense enough to listen.

“Peanut,” he sighs in exasperation, “Be careful, get through this and come home. Plane will stay ready for you just in case.” 

Grinning like a mad-man, you hug the father-like figure and let go just as quickly. Stepping onto the plane you get all set for take-off, not bothering to put on the seatbelt. Leaning back, you exhale a short, calming breath as you hear someone clear their throat. Opening an eye to see the fallen god sitting across from your seat, you sit up and glare.

“Did you think that you wouldn’t have backup, darling?” Loki grins smugly.

[klaus-littlestwolf]

I have a Story Stuck in my Head!

Hybrids Mafia Princess Series

I want to know if anyone thinks of something similar because this one has been running through my head for months. You know the story you tell in your head to fall asleep to? This has been mine for a while.

Mafia!Bucky Barnes and his girl have been together for years now and have a daughter, she has been the light of her fathers life since the day she was born, spoiled rotten.

As she got older though they grew apart, Bucky having no clue what to do with a teenage daughter, he still adores her of course, but she feels as if he has forgotten about her for years…

Cue Klaus Mikaelson!

Y/n meets Klaus at some party her father is forced to bring his wife and daughter to, schmoozing with all of the political idiots New York has to offer and Klaus (who has only recently broken his curse mind you) realizes that Y/n is his wolfs mate, one he has craved since the day he first killed and turned into a werewolf over 1000 years ago.

Klaus introduces himself, getting his girl a drink and flirting, barely noticing all of the looks he receives from the men around the room who all know better than to get that close to James Barnes daughter. They end up in a corner talking about anything and everything, both of them loving how honest they are able to be with each other for what feels like the first time ever, until of course one of her fathers men shows up. She quickly tells Steve to fuck off before pulling Klaus outside, insisting he leaves, giving him time to get away from her father and though Klaus doesn’t care about the man, he sees her fear and he does as she asks.

Later that night, after her mother scolded her all the way home for leaving her security (something that she’s sure was really her fathers issue but he had forced her mother to bring it up, making her feel like her father was avoiding her again) she hears a knock on her window and opens it to find her sexy Hybrid waiting for her to invite him in. They spend the whole night talking and Klaus tells her everything, knowing that his mate would be the one person that wouldn’t judge him or leave him. Y/n also told Klaus about her life, about who her father is and how she feels unloved by him and trapped in this house, and Klaus swears to save her, promises to give her a life away from her fathers business and cruelty (not that Klaus’ cruelty is any better but at least he won’t ever let her wonder whether he loves her or not, she will always know and that is a comfort to her in every way she needed).

One of Bucky’s men sees Klaus sneaking out her window before dawn and informs his boss, running a background check on the man and finding 5 different identities, this convinces Bucky that the man was sent by one of his enemies to hurt him by getting to his daughter. Bucky berates her for being so stupid to fall for this and though she knows the truth she can’t tell him about Klaus, she swore she would tell no one and she won’t break her promise. Bucky breaks Y/n’s heart, believing her so dumb and naive but she allows him to think this of her, already believing her father hates her anyway, which is why she does not hesitate to run away with Klaus later that night.

Bucky searches for her for months, his heart broken at the idea that his daughter thought she was unloved by him. He needed her to know that it wasn’t true and he was just an idiot who didn’t know how to care for a teenage girl. Eventually he finds a man who had been dealing with Klaus lately, clearly not knowing that he was a vampire and ending up injured beside Steve with the rest of his men all slaughtered.

It’s then that Y/n shows up, more beautiful than Bucky had ever seen her, screaming at the creature and demanding he explain why he believed he had the right to harm her family, shocking Bucky and Steve both at how terrified this man was of her. They quickly realized however that it wasn’t really Y/n that he was afraid of as Klaus shows up…

Honestly I have many different endings to that story at this point but it’s been rotting my brain for a while now so I thought ‘maybe someone else will like it too’ and here we are🤣

Mafia!Bucky’s Daughter is Klaus’ Mate Moodboard

Hybrids Mafia Princess Masterlist

[bloomsburry-dhazel]

I missed the days when I'm enjoying editing some covers for my fics, especially with these nextflix-like covers. Too bad I lost the photoshop files in how to create these works.

Here are the links for these fics:

When Women Rule the World Series (TVD, The Originals)

Battle of the Ages (DCU x Marvel crossover)

[blackwood4stucky]

[arathejedi394]

in honor of my fatphobic anon i'm starting fat bear week in February pls enjoy this snippet from my plotless steve and bucky go to bdsm summer camp fic - Not Safe For Reading Around Your Grandma. also Fury always has a pocketful of colorful butterfly barrettes as a general rule.

The Avengers all talk over each other during the meal, spill food, more than one bottom gets thrown over the table or someone’s knee for a swat or two. As they disperse, the Subs on KP start putting away lunch under Sam’s directions. 

“Cleanup on aisle eleven, nesty slick spill!” Scott calls as the chairs around Bucky and Steve are pulled back and the glistening grass beneath them is discovered.

Steve’s combing his hair with a fork while everybody else laughs. Bucky takes the fork away and puts it down, then stands up with him in a cradle. Bucky carries him back to the inflatable couch and its seating area and puts him down in his kiddie pool puddle of pussy juice, where he giggles and splashes it.

“Hey, don’t waste that,” Bucky scolds. “Now, stay.” 

Steve instead squeals as he tries to climb out, so Bucky swats gently him on the head. 

“Stay! Nobody’s gonna be here to watch you!”

“I’ll babysit,” Fury offers, taking a seat with a cigar and a whiskey. “C’mon over to Gramps, kiddo.”

Steve squeals again, then clambers out of the pool and crawls over to Fury, trilling. He curls up by his knee to receive pets to his long, pink-highlighted tresses and fluffy curtain bangs, now dry from the hot tub, petting his pretty, pudgy belly. Bucky thanks Fury and turns back to their RV, ducking inside and heading for the second bedroom he and Steve are in. He squeezes between the bed and the wall, lamenting the lack of consideration for fat people in making this thing, and opens an upper cabinet. He takes down a battery-operated, waterproof massage wand, Barbie pink per Steve’s purchasing, then squeezes back out. He exits the RV and finds a couple of new faces in the waterproof chairs around the kiddie pool as well as Bill back on the pink sofa. Fury has braided some of Steve’s hair into thin strands and fastened each at the top and end with the little butterfly clips he always carries around in his pockets; he’s finishing one as Bucky walks up.

“Howdy, friend,” Bill says.

“Hi, I’m Daisy,” one of new people introduces, a girl in a 2000s-era scene punk schoolgirl uniform. “This is Grant, my boyfriend.”

Grant salutes some, the logo for the 75th Army regiment showing under the edge of his t-shirt sleeve. Bucky salutes back then hooks his thumb in his Sheriff badge belt buckle beneath his very generous beer gut.

“You’re lookin’ at what bein’ outta the Rangers for ten years and havin’ a sweet tooth does t’a ya,” he says. “That and a lotta pussy, pussy with a luxury vintage.”

“For eight years, all-access!” Steve confirms cheerfully.

[fandoms-writings]

Below is a list of current wips that you can expect from me in the near future <3 I do write slow, but I'm working on these as fast as I can <3

Drabbles/One-shots:

"You're a mess"/"I'm not a mess."/"I can tell you've been crying."  &  "Let me kiss it better" - Knight! Bucky x Queen! Reader - A + F

"Choose me" - Bucky - A

"Choose me" & "let me hear you make that sound again" - Biker! Bucky - A + S

"You were supposed to be different. They were supposed to be wrong about you, but they were right. They were so fucking right." - Bucky w/ morally gray reader - A

"Keep your pretty eyes on me." and "You shouldn't be out here by yourself." -Vampire! Bucky x Human! Reader - A + S + (version 2)

"You know my door is always open for you, right?" and "You're already wet sweetheart." - Bucky w/ kinky virgin reader - F + S

"You know my door is always open for you, right?" and "You're already wet sweetheart" - Stephen Grant - F + S

"Don't go where I can't follow. . . I thought I lost you." - Bucky - A

"Why didn't you say how bad it was?" - Steve Rogers - A

"Come get me? I miss you" - Loki - F

"Is that my shirt?" & "Keep your pretty eyes on me." - Bucky - F + S

"Don't go where I can't follow… I thought I lost you" & "You're exhausted honey. Go back to sleep." - Nomad! Steve Rogers - A + F

"What are we doing?"/"Why are you doing this?" - Miguel O'Hara - A

"Can I hold your hand?" - Miguel O'Hara - F

"You're not as bad as everyone says you are." - Mob! Steve - F

"Will you taste this? Tell me if I'm missing anything?" - dealers choice - F

"You were supposed to be different. They were supposed to be wrong about you, but they were right. They were so fucking right."- Mob! Steve - A

DBF!Bucky x College!Reader - A

Series/AUs:

Boxer! Miguel x PR! Reader - A + F + S

This one will be more of an AU then a series I think, but I'm still working on it.

Miguel's boxing career is starting to pick up, and that means you, as his public relations specialist, are to insure that the people love him. You also make sure he doesn't take any fights he isn't ready for. However, when another boxer by the name of Kron Stone openly challenges Miguel, and Miguel accepts, you have to come to terms that what you know may ruin the trust he has in you.

Mafia-Dilf! Miguel x Dance-teacher! Reader - A + F + S

Everyone was terrified of Miguel O'Hara, the most powerful man in the city. But you knew better. To you, he was just a single dad trying to raise and protect his daughter, bringing her to your dance class every week. That is until someone looking for Miguel shows up at your studio, and Miguel takes it upon himself to protect you from outside forces, showing you just what kind of a man truly he is.

Bucky Barnes x Dream-witch! Reader - A + F + S

Looking for something to aide in his sleepless nights, Bucky searches weeks for you, the dream witch of New York. You're known for helping vets with ptsd have terrorless nights and sometimes, if they're lucky, they actually have pleasant dreams. What Bucky didn't expect, was for you to be so captivating, or for him to open up so easily around you. But to have the powers you do, you've got to be more than just a mutant, right?

Bucky Barnes x single!pregnant!reader (neighbor AU) - A + F + S

This one will be more of an AU rather than a series.

You moved into your small apartment alone and nervous, with a broken heart and a little one on the way, just wanting to be the best mom you can. Lucky for you, your neighbor is the sweetest man in the world and has offered to help you out when you need it. It doesn't hurt that he's the most attractive man you've ever met. But you don't have time for a relationship with anyone, you need to prepare for the baby.

tagging some mutuals below to spread the word <3

@sweetdreamsbuck @perdidosbucky-yyo @pocolottie @banana-cheese-cake @nexusnyx @foreverindreamlandd @writing-for-marvel @historygeekfics @jessybarnes @poetic-fiasco @redgillan @chloelucia13 @shamevillain @thornsnvultures @targaryenvampireslayer @vibraniumcollar @bucksangel @buckybleu @barnesafterglow @rookthorne @nickfowlerrr @aquariusbarnes @captainsimagines

[dropofbittersea]

“MARRIED?”

“Basically married. Permanently engaged anyway. Weres have their own deal.” Natasha sounds much, much too gleeful about Steve’s rapidly expanding personal hell. “So you better wake your blushing bride and tell him the happy news: that it was an accident and you had no idea what you were doing.”

“I,” Steve says, strangled. “I can’t do that!”

“You can’t?”

“He thought I was proposing! And he accepted!”

“Wow, maybe he’s just as dumb as you are,” Natasha says thoughtfully.

“I can’t just promise him a ring, take him home, drink from him three times in a row and then wake him up the next morning to say oops, just kidding!” Steve casts around, looking at his wreck of an apartment. “I don’t even have any good champagne!”

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I’m currently flaring from my IBD, for the first time in a long time and I’m in a lot of pain. Send me some comfort fics please, I need some distraction! fandoms I’m reading currently (9-1-1, Chicago fire, Chicago med, Chicago PD, marvel - specifically stucky, Natasha, Wanda and Tony, vampire diaries, the originals, bridgerton) or anything you think I might enjoy! Open to poly, m x reader, f x reader or character fics with no reader. Anything that will distract me from my Crohn’s hell