#vampire!bucky x reader

[jobean12-blog]

Insatiable

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader (Vampire AU)

Word Count: 893

Summary: Bucky will never tolerate any harm coming to you and he will do anything to protect you.

Author's Note: Another little piece for Kinktober! I can never leave out my favorite AU and Vampire!Bucky is one of my fave kinks! 🫠🔥 The inspiration for this came from Castlevania season 1- if you haven't seen the show it doesn't matter, I just love the idea of Dracula losing his mind bc anyone tries to hurt his love. Thank you all so much for reading! Much love always! ❤️❤️❤️Divider by the sweet @firefly-graphics thank you Daisy!🥰

Warnings: soft sweetness, mentions of b-l-oo-d, fi-g-e-r-in-g, p-in-v, Vampire!Bucky bc he's just so hot lol

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His blue eyes pierce the darkness of night as he gazes down on the slumbering village, unmoving on the large balcony even as you approach.

“I was wondering where you had gone,” you whisper as you curl yourself against him. “I hate being in bed without you.”

He removes his gaze from the village and settles it on you, the radiant skin of his brow furrowing when he sees your bare skin.

With a tsk of disapproval he removes his shirt and drapes it over your shoulders, cocooning you with its warmth as he presses you against his body. He drags his eyes away from you and stares back out over the village.

You lay a palm on his bare chest, feeling nothing but his cool skin. “Talk to me.”

He rests his hand over yours. “I’m going to burn that city to the ground.”

The words come out in a rumble of a warning, his eyes glowing and his fangs elongating.

“No,” you state, sliding in front of him so you can draw his attention. “You’re not.”

With a sly smile his focus returns to you. “Is that so doll?”

He cages you against the iron railing of the balcony and ghosts his fingers along your collarbone, moving higher until he pushes his shirt from your shoulder.

“Mm hm,” you hum, pressing yourself closer to him.

His dark eyelashes kiss his cheeks as he feels every inch of your naked body and his hands glide along your curves.

But when he speaks the next words his grip tightens and his eyes flash. “But they tried to take you from me. Tried to take the only thing that makes this eternity worth enduring.”

“James,” you whisper, brushing your fingertips along his jaw. “They didn’t succeed. You saved me. I’ll always be safe with you.”

His fingers ghost over your hip to grab your elbow before they continue sliding along your arm until he catches your wrist in his hand and leans his cheek into your palm.

“They need to pay for what they’ve done,” he murmurs as he lifts your hand and presses his lips to each fingertip. “I will make them bleed.”

“You can’t punish all of them for the wrong doings of only a few.”

“I can,” he says, his voice deep and powerful. “Besides doll,” he croons, his smirk growing, “how do you plan to stop me?”

Your own grin graces your features as you remove your hand from his and take his wrist, sliding his fingers down between your breasts and along your stomach.

His breath hitches ever so slightly as his eyes track the movement.

“A distraction,” he simpers.

You catch your bottom lip between your teeth and nod.

“For the rest of eternity?” he teases.

“Are you complaining?” you ask when his fingers meet the apex of your thighs.

You release his hand and he doesn’t move, his touch teasing.

“If I could stay buried inside you forever,” he murmurs, nipping lightly along your throat with his fangs, “I would.”

You shiver and spread your legs wider when his fingers dip lower. His free hand slides firmly around your neck and his fangs still hover above your delicate skin as he runs his nose the length of your throat, inhaling your scent into his lungs.

“You smell good enough to eat,” he hums when he slips two fingers inside you.

Your head rolls to the side, exposing more of your neck as you thrust your hips onto his fingers, whispered pleas for more falling from your parted lips.

“You tempt the beast inside me doll,” he growls.

“I want you…every way I can have you James.”

The drag of his fingers is slow, torturous and purposeful.

His cool lips graze along your jaw before they find yours and he draws out every breath from your lungs, pushing harder and deeper with his fingers.

“James,” you gasp as your legs start to tremble.

Without warning he pulls his fingers from inside you and lifts them between your bodies, the moonlight illuminating his glistening skin. He brings them to his lips, licking and sucking them clean of every last drop with a satisfied growl.

“They tried to take you from me,” he repeats, his eyes growing darker even as a soft glow surrounds his irises. “Tried to take this from me.”

As he speaks the words he grabs your thigh and spreads you open, lifting your leg and wrapping it around his waist. He fills you in one hard thrust, your back arching and bending back over the railing.

He holds you in his embrace, his hips still as he nips and sucks along the swell of your breasts.

“James…please,” you beg.

When his lips reach your pulse point he bites down hard enough to draw blood, his fangs caressing the spot before he soothes it with his tongue.

“You would have me do nothing when they try to take everything from me?” he whispers into your skin, his voice raspy with need. “I can’t lose you.”

He starts to move; each roll of his hips deliberate as he chokes out the next words and wraps his hand more tightly around your neck, drawing you impossibly closer.

“I can’t lose you and I’ll do anything to protect my Angel. Even if it means I have to be the Devil.”

@book-dragon-13 @hiddles-rose @randomfandompenguin @goldylions @buckysdollforlife @blackwidownat2814 @lizette50

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[gaysindistress]

When Night Comes - one

Summary: Who would win in a staring contest? New York’s resident mob boss and master of the side eye Bucky Barnes or the daycare teacher who really wants to go home and smoke?

pairing: Mob!Bucky Barnes x reader

warnings: mob!Bucky because he is his own warning, probs only cursing this chapter

word count: 2.1K

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disclaimer: credits to original creator/poster of image/gif. found on Google/Pinterest

“Hey I need your help out front,” Jessica wearily asks as she pops her head into the classroom door. The other woman who’s sitting on the jungle carpet with the kids nods her head and stands up, kids clinging to her arm as she does so. 

“What’s up?” she asks, shaking off the monkey children, “I need you guys to go sit on the carpet. I need to talk to Ms. Jessica.”

The kids run back to the group before Jessica explains, “There’s a man here to pick up Wyatt but I don’t recognize him and he’s not showing any ID. I figured with who his parents are, you might want to check it out.”

“Bruh you’ve got to be kidding me. Get a picture of him and his car and don’t let any of the kids out of the room until I come back. I’m getting real sick of this shit,” the mental exhaustion of running a daycare, let alone one with high-profile clients, rips her apart most days.

Another kid comes running up to the two women, complaining about how annoying her brother is being, “Ms. Jessica, Ms. Sunny, Mason won’t leave me alone. He keeps pinching me.”

Jessica takes over the situation and leads the little girl back towards the carpet, asking her what she did to try and stop him while the other woman, Ms. Sunny, leaves to handle the rather broody-looking man at the school’s front doors. His jaw is locked in a permanently clenched state, no doubt causing tension but also creating a killer resting bitch face. He’s looking down at his phone and doesn’t notice that she’s in the lobby with him until she clears her throat. 

“I’m here for Wyatt,” he fumbles to put his phone away when he looks up at her. 

“Can I see your ID please?” she asks, coming to stand in between him and the hallway leading toward the classroom. 

“No.”

She flashes a very fake smile and crosses her arms over her chest, “Unfortunately it’s our policy; I can’t release a child into someone’s care unless I know who they are or I see their ID to confirm they’re on the approved adult list. So if I can’t see your ID then I’m going to have to ask you to leave.”

“Just call Steve,” his jaw twitches as his frustration grows. 

“I can once I see your ID.”

“You don’t need to see my ID. Just call Steve and bring out Wyatt.”

She scratches at the corner of her eye in annoyance, “I’m about 30 seconds from calling the police on you for attempted kidnapping. You may either leave or show me your ID, it’s really not that hard.”

When he puts his hands on his hips, metal flashes from under his coat in an attempt to scare her into submission but all she does is let out a breathy laugh at the lame attempt. This only frustrates him even more and he digs into his pocket to retrieve his phone to make a call while giving her the staredown. Being an unbothered queen, she flashes him another sarcastic smile when he gives her a particularly nasty look. The kids are going wild in the classroom, screams and laughter echoing through the hallway and into the lobby. Another man gets out of the SUV the first man no doubt arrived in and raps harshly on the school’s glass door. A black hoodie peaks out from under the leather jacket he’s wearing, giving him a softer look than the other man who’s in a full suit. If she didn’t know better, she would’ve assumed that he was the lackey and the first man is the boss but she does and resists rolling her eyes when she pushes open the door for him. 

“Thank you, Doll,” his honey voice coats her ears as he slides past her, “What seems to be the problem?”

“This asshole here wouldn’t let me see his ID and was being rude, demanding that I just bring out Wyatt,” she’s dropped the kind daycare teacher act at this point and falls back into her normal personality and word bank. 

“Is that true, Scott?” the honey-voiced man asks Scott, turning his head to look at him. 

“Maybe if she wasn’t being such a bit…”

He cut him off with a stern look, “I’m going to stop you right there. We don’t call women names even if they are true. Now apologize to her and go to the car.”

Scott mumbles a very curt and snarky apology to her and shoves the door open, storming off like a child. She lets out a deep sigh, watching him leave before looking at the other man whose eyes haven’t left her, “I still need to see your ID.”

“Of course,” he pulls his wallet from his back pocket and flips it open to hand her the card. 

She glances over it and hands it back, “Thank you, Mr. Barnes. Wyatt will be right out and next time you come to pick him up, please come in yourself or have the Rogers add the asshat to the list. I really don’t enjoy arguing with a man-child when I have a classroom full of better-behaved kids.”

Mr. Barnes chuckles and nods to show he’s in agreement, “Scott could use a lesson or two in manners. I’ll make sure he won’t bother you again.”

Wyatt comes bounding out of the classroom, backpack hanging off one shoulder and half-finished coloring pages fisted in his hands. He breaks into a sprint when he spots his uncle crouching down with arms wide open and nearly tackles him to the ground. 

“Uncle Bucky!” he shouts when he jumps into Bucky’s arms.

“Hey buddy, how was your day?”

“Look at what I made,” Wyatt shoves the coloring pages into Bucky’s face with excitement, “Ms. Sunny helped me.”

Bucky’s eyes rake up her form before making intense eye contact with her, a small smirk on his plump lips, “Is that so? Why don’t you say goodbye to Ms. Sunny?”

Wyatt launches himself at her legs, rapidly saying his goodbyes. She smiles down at him, “Have a good night, home slice. We’ll see you tomorrow morning.”

He runs back to his uncle and takes his hand as Bucky pushes the door open to leave. He pauses and sends Wyatt to the car so he can get one last word in with the daycare teacher. 

“I really am sorry for the confusion earlier. Let me make it up to you.”

“Yeah come in yourself next time,” she scoffs, spinning to go back to the classroom. 

“How about dinner?” he calls after her, freezing her just before she gets to the room. 

“Are you seriously asking me out?”

He shrugs his shoulders, a smirk growing even wider, “Are you saying yes?”

She doesn’t give him the satisfaction of answering and disappears into the classroom, leaving him chuckling to himself. It’s not the first time they’ve met, having seen each other in passing when he picks up Wyatt but this is certainly the first time he’s actually talked to her. She’s not surprised that he decided to flirt with her; he is, after all, the king of New York and known as the Flirt of Brooklyn. Even though the kids call her Ms. Sunny, she’s a far cry from her nickname and is unamused by his behavior. He’s going to have to try harder than that to get under her skin or take her out. 

Jessica quickly gets up from the teacher’s desk when Sunny comes back in, “Everything go okay?”

“Yeah, yeah,” she waves Jessica off, “It ended up being Wyatt’s uncle who sent in his bodyguard. I told him that he needed to come in himself like he had been doing so hopefully I won’t have to call Mom and Dad. You know how Mr. Rogers gets when we call him.”

“Oh yeah, I wouldn’t get them involved unless it again,” Jessica agrees but her face lights up at the mention of the uncle, “Oh my god it was Bucky Barnes?”

This time she can’t stop her eyes from rolling on their own, “Yes it was. Jesus, what is it with you and every other woman who works here?”

“Um did you even look at him? He’s like super hot and rich, who wouldn't want a piece of that ass?”

“Ok language, we have little ears,” Sunny whispers to her over-excited coworker, “Also he’s a criminal so there’s that.”

“Which makes him even hotter. You’re telling me that you didn’t feel something down there?”

“Jessica!” The woman smiles devilishly at her, awaiting her answer.

“No, and the whole bad boy thing is the worst trope I’ve ever heard of.”

“I’ll bet you anything that after one more interaction with him and you’ll be gossiping right along with us,” Jessica winks at her as she waltzes away to go help one of the kids with their project. 

“Oh Sunny,” Jessica’s sing-song voice calls out as she walks down the hallway to the classroom. From her spot at the teacher’s desk, she can hear just how excited Jessica is by how she’s practically running down the hallway. She bursts into the room, two drinks in hand and various bags hanging off her arms. 

“I come bearing gifts,” she puts the drinks on the desk whilst dropping her bags to the ground, “A chai with almond milk and cinnamon. Also, I have a favor to ask of you.”

Sunny takes the boiling chai into her cold hands and sighs at the warmth it brings as she listens to the favor, “Thank you, my dear. I’m all ears.”

“So,” she begins, shoving off her leather jacket, “my friend is having a kickback this weekend and I need you to come with me.”

“Why?”

“Because I want you to be there.”

Leaning back in the creaky chair, Sunny gives her a disapproving look, “Hm you said need.”

“Can’t it both?” Jessica’s black hair falls forward over her shoulders as she moves to rest her arms on the desk, “Either way I would really really appreciate it if you came with me.”

“You still haven’t told me why.”

“The guy I've been talking to on and off for like months now is going to be there and I could really use a wing woman.” 

“Girl, what do you need a wing woman for?”

Jessica scoffs, dramatically spinning away, “He’s so fucking dry over text but in person, he’s like a totally different person. I need someone to flirt with him a little and see if he’s really just that way or if he’s just not interested in me.”

Sunny mulls over the thought, sipping away at the devilishly hot coffee in her hands. Going to a kickback would be fun but flirting with people, let alone talking to people isn’t something that she enjoys or wants to do on her time off. 

“What do I get out of it?”

Flashing the best smile she can, Jessica pleads with her, “A lifelong friendship. Please please please come with me.”

“How big is this kickback going to be?”

“Like 50 people tops.”

Her jaw drops in shock, “50? As in five zero?”

“Yes,” Jessica says sheepishly, dropping herself onto a tiny table meant for their kids. 

“That’s not a kickback. That’s a whole ass house party. Kickbacks are maybe 10 people, not five times that.”

“I promise it’ll be so low-key that you won’t even notice. I’ll pay for the Uber, drinks, whatever, just come with me please.”

“ You do realize how inappropriate it is for a director to hang out with a teacher let alone go to a house party, right?” Sunny asks, setting her coffee down and checking the time to make sure they have enough time to hash out the details before the kids arrive. 

“No one will find out. Your bosses don’t even check on us that often. I highly doubt they’re going to find out you went to a friend’s house for some drinks.”

“You underestimate their ability to royally fuck me over,” her alarm goes off to let her know that it’s 7 am and parents are about to start showing up, “I’ll go BUT you’re paying for everything and I reserve the right to leave whenever I want and you have to come with me.”

“Oh my god! Yes yes yes thank you so much, Sunny you’re a lifesaver,” Jessica jumps up in glee and throws her arms around Sunny who had gotten up to open the school doors, “We’re going to have so much fun!

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[thebunnyslibrary]

In The Woods Somewhere

summary. You go into the woods to take some photos...but find him instead

characters. Vampire!Bucky x Reader

word count. 4.8k

warnings. Dub!Con, Manipulation, Kidnapping, Stockholm-ish, mentions of violence/blood.

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Finally, your big break. You were finally getting the chance to publish a collection of your photos of haunted locations around New England with a real publishing company. Your final location was an abandoned church in the woods; thought to have been used by an early group of colonizers until it and the nearby settlement had been abandoned. No one knew for sure what had happened. Perhaps the colonizers had moved on? Maybe they were wiped out by plague? There was even a dark story of a minister who had started murdering villagers that were “unclean;” allegedly filling the church pews with corpses with slashed and bloody necks. Doing research on places before you took photos was one of your favorite parts; gathering information for the captions and essays you wrote to go with the photos.

After your parents had died while you were in college, it had left you feeling empty and directionless for some time. Then, after finally finishing your degree, you decided to use the money your parents had left you to buy a van and photograph the world.

You’d been working as a traveling photographer for a while now, doing gigs like weddings and events. You’d also managed to self-publish a few books and tried to sell your photos and art where you could. It wasn’t much but it kept you in gas money and beef jerky. You’d been all over North America and a few parts of South America. You were hoping to go international for a follow up book if this one was a success.

You pulled up to the walking trail that led into the forest. You had about an hour’s hike into the woods; knowing getting the shots at sunset would create perfect photos. You shrugged on your backpack with your supplies and with your camera case hand, headed off. The trees were washed in the golden hue of fall, starting to shed their leaves in preparation for their long winter sleep. A slight chill hung in the air but after 3 months of heat and humidity you were ready to be cold for a little bit.

Sometimes you listened to music when you hiked but today you’d decided to relish in the sounds of the forest.. Bird calls echoing off the trees, the rustling of the trail as you walked, squirrels and other small critters gathering their own winter supplies. A flock of geese calling out as they flew in v formation overhead and you quickly snapped a picture. Traveling and photography had given you an entirely deeper appreciation for nature and it’s beauty. An hour later, you stepped into the clearing where the church was set.

It was a small chapel, probably only fit to hold 10 or 15 people.  Most of the eastern wall had crumbled while the others were still partially there. Only one or two (maybe one and a half) benches were left; but you weren’t too sure about actually sitting on them. Still completely intact though, was the Archway that must’ve bene the entrance. Above it, was a bell; likely used to let the nearby colonizers know that church was starting. But on the bell was an inscription that could no longer be read. The language appeared to be Latin, but the words had been lost to time. You were raising your camera to take a picture, when a soft voice startled you

“Hi.” You turned suddenly and you were staring into crystal blue eyes. You jumped back but kept your eyes fixated on his. A man, maybe a little older than you had been standing right behind you.

“Oh! Uh…hi!” you said, blinking and taking more of him in now. Dressed in a black jacket over a fitting gray tee-shirt, dark jeans clinging to his legs, and silver rings adorned most of his fingers on his right hand. His left hand was hidden by a leather glove. His hair was pulled back in a man bun and a single ruby on a black chain hung from his left ear.

                “Sorry, didn’t mean to startle you. I was just coming up the trail and I called out to you.” His voice was soft, with a hint of an eastern European accent, making a slight shiver go through you.

                “Sorry, I suppose I didn’t hear you.”

                “No worries, I’m James. But my friends call me Bucky” He reached out his hand for yours, taking it and telling him your own name. “I’m surprised to see someone else this far out in the woods.

“I’m here to take pictures.” You explained. “It’s a beautiful structure…what’s left of it anyways.”

“How interesting.” He said. “Are you a professional?”

“Well, sort of. I’m actually just finishing my first collection to be published. ‘New England’s Haunts and Its Future.’ I’m including the church with a piece on New England puritanism and its effects on today’s bigotries.”

He smirked. “I like it. I’ll have to make sure I order a copy of your book.” You both laughed. “You know the old England had some haunts too. All of Europe, in fact. Plenty of old spooky castles. You should definitely see them.”

“If my book goes well maybe.”

“Have you ever had your work in a gallery?” he asked.

                “Unfortunately, no. I’ve had my art displayed in some cafes here and there, but not much else.”

                “Pity, you seem passionate about your work, it must be nice.”

                “I’d call it nice, maybe good.” You beamed. “I’d actually like to get a few shots in, if you don’t mind. I can talk a little while I work though.” There was something about him. He unnerved you, if only slightly. But you also didn’t want him to leave. You wanted him to stay with you.

The two of you walked through the archway to stand on the overgrown stone floor, flowers and dandelions peeking through the cracks. As you walked up what used to be aisle and could almost make out where the other pews had been. Maybe it was the sunset, maybe It was your imagination, but along the floor, the stones seemed eerily stained red.

                Again, Bucky’s closeness startled you, but this time, you seemed frozen to the floor.

“You know, darling. There’s one thing I’d love. Could you take a picture of me under the archway? It would make for a great dating profile picture.” He winked at you. And you felt your face warm up.

“Sure, why not.” You focused your camera on him and his eyes seemed to flash red at you. You gasped before snapping the button, but only cursed and brushed it off as red eye-syndrome. You took one more picture and this time, it seemed normal. You pulled it away and waited as the picture loaded. Your book would hopefully lead to some newer equipment. Bucky stood behind you suddenly, but again you were frozen to place; only this time with his chest firmly against his back.

As the picture loaded on the screen, your stomach dropped. The picture was empty. the archway was still in there. But Bucky wasn’t.

You turned around and his smile was downright predatory. Revealing two pearly white fangs. But his eyes, they were bright crimson red.

                “That’s…. those can’t be real…your eyes, your teeth…” you said, feeling your heart drop into your stomach

                “Oh, my darling. They are ALL too real…little girls like you should know better than to go out after sunset.” You should be running, fighting back, anything. But you can’t. You’re staring into his deep red eyes and you can’t move. “No, printsessa. I can’t have you running away. Not when you smell so delightful.” His arms wrapped slowly around your waist, pulling you closer to you. “Not to mention how beautiful you are. You are exactly what I’ve been searching for.” He whispered in your ear. Before you could blink, you felt a sharp pain in your neck and the world went dark.

You awoke in a soft bed, softer than anything you’d felt before. A bed, but you’d been… Oh fuck… You shot upright quickly as you remembered what happened. What greeted you was a dimly lit room. A wall of immense windows letting the moonlight stream in while a fire roared in the fireplace. Low lamp light gave let you see to see immense bookshelves lining the rest of walls. You started to panic. That freak had knocked you out, now you were in some cabin somewhere. You were still wearing the same clothes, but you had no clue where you were.

                “My my, finally awake. I suppose I did drink a bit more than necessary. But I just couldn’t help myself. You were just absolutely delicious.” You looked and saw Bucky. He’d been sitting by the fire until he stood up and moved towards the bed. You could see he was wearing black t-shirt and sweatpants, but what you hadn’t seen before…was his metal arm. His hand had been covered by the glove, but now you could see the moonlight glinting off it. You caught yourself staring and remembered what had happened last time you’d stared at him.

                “What did you do to me you sicko?” You lowered your eyes to the floor, trying to move out of the bed without tripping. You heard him chuckle.

“What’s wrong baby doll, you don’t wanna to look at me? “

“No! I just wanna go home. Please.” You tried to be strong but you were trembling as you tried to keep your eyes low enough. You desperately searched for anything sharp or heavy, settling on the lamp and reaching to pick it up, but before you could, you found yourself pinned face down on the bed, your arms trapped behind you. You struggled against him, but he hardly moved. His voice in your ear.

                “Poor little bunny. You know what really happened. Or do you need a reminder?” You felt something scrape against your neck. Fangs.             

                “That’s…. you’re not…”

                “Oh, but I am doll. And I don’t think I’ve found anything I’ve ever wanted more in my centuries of living.” He pressed a soft kiss to your cheek. “Your trembling is so adorable baby girl. It makes me want to ravage you until you cry for me.” His hand wandered down to your jeans and your breathing turned shallow. There was an ache deep between your thighs that wanted to call out for him, but you were still scared of what he’d done.

“No, I won’t have my beloved scared of my touch.” He said, gently pressing a kiss to your neck before moving to help you stand up. Your legs were much wobblier and you found yourself leaning against him. You stared at his chest and quietly spoke. “Bucky, please. Where are we?”

“We’re at my cabin. I’d like to show you around; as this is to be your home too. If you promise to behave.” Deep down, you still felt petrified. But an inner voice said that if he had already wanted you dead, you would be. Besides, you hadn’t noticed before, but something about his smell was so enticing to you. Cinnamon and smoke, with a slight…metallic underlay.

                “If…If I go with you willingly…will YOU keep it that way?” you asked, trying to sound firm. You could hear the amusement in his voice.

                “I see my little bunny can stand her ground. No, I will not control you that way like before.” He pressed a kiss to the top of your head. Taking a deep breath, you lifted your head to look at him.  His hair was still pulled back into a loose bun, moonlight casting shadows on his sharp cheekbones led down into full lips. And those eyes. You would never forget the deep red color before he drank from you. Now instead they were crystal pools. As unending as the sky. Like you could stare forever. But you blinked away, acknowledging he had kept his promise. You moved away from him and instead toward the windows.

                “If you are…a vampire…why the windows? I thought you were supposed to avoid natural light.” He chuckled. And walked a normal pace now to stand next to you as you both stared out into the forest.

                “Any creature can be exposed to too much sun. We just have much a lower tolerance limit. I have heavy black out curtains for the day…but I cannot find it in myself to give up this view.” He pointed up towards the stars. You didn’t think you’d ever seen so many. But a rumble of thunder off in the distance caught your attention you saw flashes of lightning. A storm was moving in soon, and you could feel your resolve to escape crumble slightly. Where could you go in a storm?

                “How exactly…did you become…?” you asked, hesitantly, not wanting to upset him and trying to focus on anything other than his closeness. You’d always thought trying to…humanize…your enemy so to speak was supposed to help keep you safe. He smiled.

“A vampire…Well, I would imagine you know how.” He chuckled and you found yourself chucking as well. “Where Romania is now, I was a simple farmer. Goats mostly. Then one night, a creature attacked our village.” He paused. “Killed my sister. I tried to fight back, and something about that… He changed me instead of killing me. Figured it was some cruel punishment, killing everyone I knew and loved and leaving me alone.” You felt your heart tug. As if sensing your sadness, he turned and shook his head.

“Don’t worry too much about it, I got my revenge. Afterwards I stayed low, kept to myself for a few centuries. Until the world erupted into war. I refused to keep to myself. That’s how I lost my arm. When the Germans found out what I was; they tried to use my powers to make more. They took my arm to see if they could clone me. Then they gave me this one and tried to turn us into a weapon of war. Only their plans backfired. They couldn’t control them. They eventually all killed each other…at least the ones I didn’t kill first.” He was quiet for a moment and you almost started to panic. But he let out a sigh.

“After the war, I settled here. Made my home, invested some wise money, now I have a little peace.” He turned to you. You felt your heart ache for him. “But I have waited so long for something so enticing as you.” He started to move closer, but you still were nervous, taking a step back.

                “Wait uhm... I thought you wanted to show me around.” You reminded him, trying to distract him. He smiled and let out a deep sigh.

                “I suppose I did. Well, you’ve seen the bedroom and its extensive library. But there’s an even bigger one downstairs. Come.” He took your hand with his metal one and led you towards the door. You felt less scared following him now; you still could feel yourself wanting to resist and struggle. But he was holding your hand too tightly.

                As the two of you toured through the large Tudor cabin (mansion, it seemed), you took note of the art on the walls. Beautiful photographs of places around the world; paintings you wanted to stare at for hours; Bucky having to pull you away from a particularly intriguing work from the Harlem Renaissance.  The two of you talked. Bucky had been to many of the places you hoped to go. And some of the ones you’d already been to. It was nice to find someone like yourself, a wanderer.

                “I suppose after my parents died; I just felt a little lost.” You told him “I didn’t have a big family, no siblings, so I just decided to be free. It’d at least be nice to have a home base someday though.” You mused.

                “I can understand. I’ve actually lived on this land for some years, even before what happened to me. It’s actually owned by an Indigenous tribe. I bought it outright around the 1800s when the government tried to push them out, then gave it back to them. I only asked they let me build a small cabin on the outer edges.” Your jaw dropped. “But…do they know…?” You asked, still having trouble believing it for yourself.  He paused and smiled.

                “In my lengthy time, you meet many people who believe many different things. I’ve learned to appreciate many human cultures, and to always show respect where it is deserved. And not to tolerate those who would degrade it.” He said, then kept leading you on, with you following a little bit closer. You two walked into a room you definitely didn’t expect to find. A Kitchen.

                “It was easier to build than to ever explain why there wasn’t one. Plus, I have a supplier who steals blood from some hoity toity government hospital and I need somewhere to keep it cold. You’d be surprised at the amount of blood they keep on reserve for those rich old bastards.” He rolled his eyes and you managed a genuine laugh. “I don’t know I would.” He smiled at you before continuing out of the room, with you following almost eagerly behind. The tour led down one last hallway to a set of double doors.

                “Now my favorite room. My private study.” He opened the doors. A library that could’ve easily fit 10 of your vans with celling high bookshelves stretched before your eyes. A cozy looking couch sat across from either one of the 2 fire places on opposite walls, and a huge bay window revealed the storm had truly arrived. Gone was the moon, here were flashes of lightening and roars of thunder. In front of the windows sat a big mahogany desk. You strode over to the desk, to see out the window and there on his desk was a stack of all of your books. As you looked back towards him you could see on the walls, one of your photographs.

                It was one you’d camped out and waited all night for in the woods. But you’d caught them, a pack of wolves running through the woods under a moonlit sky.

                “I saw it in a little café in Boston and had to have it. I’ve been following you for quite some time. Literally.” He chuckled. “I became enraptured with you. Your pictures moved me. How you always seemed to capture both the joyful and the macabre sides of humanity. That’s why I had to get your book published. So, I bought the publishing company to make it happen” You turned to him in disbelief.

                “Bucky, you…you didn’t…you couldn’t have…”

                “Oh, but yes I did, doll. It’s what you’ve wanted, what you’ve desired.” His voice dropped. He licked his lips and moved closer to you. “And now, my little bunny rabbit. It’s time to take what I have desired for so long.” He grabbed your hand and tugged you back towards the desk, using his strength to lift you up and pin you down on your back, minding your head.

 His confession, his obsession, even with his charming personality, you felt fear flaring up inside you anyways.  “Wait please…” you pleaded, pressing your hand against his chest.

                “No more waiting printsessa. It’s time. I need to satisfy my thirst. And my lust. And I cannot resist the sound of your pulse screaming out for me.” He paused, pressing his hips more against yours. You wanted to resist, wanted to push harder against him, but you couldn’t bring yourself to. Instead, you wanted to bring him closer.

                “No…you gave your word…” you begged, desperately.

                “I did. And I’ve kept that word. I did nothing to control you. I just failed to mention that my natural state is to lure you in. Until you’re caught like a fly in my web and you don’t even realize it.” He purred, trailing kisses down your cheek. “You’re in my home, surrounded by me, breathing me in until slowly and slowly your defenses have lowered, until you don’t even have the strength to push me away.”

                 He was right. You had wanted to resist him but you’d felt it crumbling more and more. Like the walls of that stone church. You were gripping his shirt not to push him away, but wanting to pull him close. Handsome, intelligent, alluring. Your thighs clenched with want.

                “When I first drank your blood, there was a taste of fear that was indescribable. But now I know, lust will make it even sweeter.” He grabbed your hips and lifted you onto the desk. “So beautiful, but so…fragile.” His fleshed hand wrapped around your throat; you could feel the bitemarks as his thumb ran over them. “You know all I’d have to do is squeeze, right? And I’d crush this fragile beautiful throat. You’re so delicate.” His voice was low. You were still afraid, but that fear was streaked with desire. You wanted to give yourself to him, no matter what the cost.

                “Please…Bucky…” you whimpered, not even sure what you were asking for.

                “Please what, baby? Tell me. Tell me you want me to ravage you like the beast that I am. I can smell your pussy; you must be absolutely dripping by now.” You were drowning. And he was oxygen.

                “Yes.” You barely breathed the word out before his lips were on yours. He slowly pushed you to lay down on the desk. You could hear rumbling in your ears. You couldn’t tell if it was the storm, or your heartbeat. But judging by how Bucky was staring down at you, you assumed the latter.

“You’re so excited aren’t you, doll? You want me to fuck you, make you my slut. And I will, you are never leaving me.” He pulling away, making you whine in desperation, but his only response was to growl as he ripped your jeans down, your shoes falling away and leaving only your panties covering your pussy. He knelt between them, putting your legs over his shoulder, and inhaled deeply.

                “Fuck.” He groaned. “You are soaking wet. How long have you been hiding this, huh? Since I first drank your blood, or from when I told you that I am absolutely obsessed with you? What a shameless slut.” His words, that voice, you would listen to him forever if he wanted, anything to get him to touch you. His fingers moved slowly, stroking you over your panties.

                “I’ve dreamed about eating this pussy for so long, and now I’m going to savor every moment.” You tried to buck your hips as he nipped at your thigh, but his silver arm held you firm. In the bright light of the fire, you could see how each of the platelets moved as he gripped you tighter. You looked back down at him between your legs and knew he’d seen you staring.   

                “Someday I’ll show you everything it can do baby. But for now...” He pulled your panties aside and started with soft licks to your clit while two fingers gently worked inside you. His touch was so gentile compared to the monster you’d feared him as. Your soft moan turned into a shriek as the edge of his fang nipped you.

                “I told you, love. Desire will make the blood so much sweeter. I know you want me. Want to be my little snack for all eternity.” His fingers sped up, rubbing that special spot inside you that make you cry out with reckless abandon.

                “Bucky…Bucky…don’t stop…oooh…” you moaned. Your hands clasping for structure and finding none. His tongue resumed its ministrations on your clit, never even giving his words a chance to wash over you as your knees began to shake. You could feel the erratic patterns his tongue was laving on your clit, driving your climax further to its breaking point.

                “Cum for me, darling. Give yourself to me.” His words were your undoing as you screamed his name. Cumming harder than you could have ever imagined possible. And true to his word, his tongue lapped up every drop it could, sucking his fingers clean. You lay against the cool desk, your body burning with desire and you locked eyes with him, not caring to look away. He smiled, showing off his fangs. “Oh, baby girl, between your blood and your pussy, I’ll never go hungry again.”

                Standing up and leaning over to kiss you, you found yourself tugging at his shirt, trying to get his skin on yours again.

                “Bucky please…need you…” you begged.

                “How can I deny such a sweet bunny like you?” He rid himself of his shirt and sweatpants as you followed suit, dropping your panties to the floor. Your eyes widened at the size of his cock. You’d had your fun with toys but he was something else.  You could see pre-cum dribbling down the side and you wanted to close your legs, but Bucky stood between them

                “Don’t look so afraid, doll. I know a good slut like you can take my cock in that pretty pussy.” He rubbed the head of his cock against your slit and you tried to push your hips up. He pinched your thigh, making you squeak. With his spare hand, he gathered your hands in his strong metal one, pinning them above you to the surface of the desk. His cock teased your entrance and you both moaned.

                “You’re mine now, understand. Heart, body, mind.” He kissed from your temple to your ear. “I own you down to your very soul. Forever.” You nodded. He was a vampire. He was obsessed with you. He’d likely hunted you down for weeks. But none of that mattered now. You needed him.

                “Yes, Bucky. I’m yours. You’re mine.” Bucky smiled and pushed his cock into you, slowly; letting you feel the stretch of him filling you up.

                “Yes, darling. I’m yours. Yours to keep satisfied. Yours to use you as a little fuck toy when I need it.” His pace became rougher, fucking you; squeezing your wrists tighter until you yelped. Then he slowed his hips, letting you now revel in the pleasure you felt. He started rubbing at your still sensitive clit, making you clench around him.  He growled deeply and you gasped as his eyes flashed crimson.

                “Oh, baby doll, don’t play with fire if you don’t want to end up burnt.” He said, his voice lower and huskier. You knew he was getting closer to his own release when his pace picked up again. Not as punishing as before, but you felt his lust, his carnality in every thrust. And it only drove you crazier.

                “When you cum, I’m going to drink from you again and you will be bound to me, my mate, my slut, little morsel.

                “Yes…Bucky yes…please…” closer and closer you edged until he let out a low growl.

                “If you don’t cum right now, I have no problem chaining you in my basement and edging you until the next full moon. Now. Cum.” The idea alone sent you over the edge, screaming out as he bit down fiercely on your neck, drinking from you again. He kept fucking you through his own orgasm, but did not drink as much as he did last time. Only just enough to make you light headed. When he finished, you two lay there a few moments, you breathing heavily as Bucky seemed to still above you. As you floated back down, your body seemed to go even more limp.

                “Such a good girl.” Bucky released your wrists, but you didn’t have the strength to move your arms. Instead, he cupped your chin in his hand and kissed you with your blood streaked across his lips. He kissed passionately and deeply, until your toes curled and you knew he meant what he said. 

                Not bothering to remove himself, Bucky helped you wrapped your arms around him and he carried you over to one of the enormous couches by the fire. Grabbing a blanket off the back and swaddling you both. “You’ll have to sleep for a little while now. But when you wake up, you’ll live forever.” His words seeped into your brain, but there was nothing you could do now. You heard him speak again.

“You wanna know the real story behind those people?” Bucky asked and you made a noise of half-committal. “Well, those colonizers weren’t hard to pick off.” In that moment, you were reminded that though he seemed to have a soft spot for you, there were also very, very dark spots. You shuddered, but it was quickly washed away by the feeling of his metal arm, holding you tighter.

“Don’t worry darling,” he purred. “Think of all the beautiful photos you can take in the moonlight.

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[bluehourbucky]

Ooo I'm a different anon but could u do a part 2 for the vampire oje. Doesn't have to be smutty. Just love their interactions

Bite me

pairing: vampire!bucky x innocent!reader

warnings: blood / bj / sucking blood / face fucking

a/n: sorry it took so long hope you like it

18+ ONLY

minors do not interact

strawberry juice (part 1)

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Bucky was surprised how quickly you've accepted that you'll be his for the time being, he didn't even have to hypnotise you.

"My new home? Why? "

"Oh my darling you're just so precious, you see I need you to survive and you want to help me right?"

you looked confused so Bucky continued.

"So as you can tell already I'm a vampire doll, and I need blood to survive and you just happen to have the tastiest blood that keeps me fed for a long time. We can do this the easy way or the hard way the choice is yours."

You sat there on the bed trying to put your brain to work and figure out what to do but your brain just wouldn't cooperate. It's like there was fog clouding it.

"Are you going to hurt me?"

Bucky had smiled flashing his fangs at you which made you avert your gaze.

"Depends."

"On what?"

"If you're a good girl or not."

And so far you've been so good and Bucky was thriving, he'd never been so well fed he didn't even have to slumber to get energy.

Steve had been extremely kind and helpful to you, he didn't treat you like a prisoner.

As of recently you've started going on walks with both Bucky and Steve, never alone though.

"But I won't run away." you tried to argue and you really hadn't planned on going anywhere, you were well fed Steve had cooked well balanced meals every day, you had a room and everything at your disposal.

You even wanted to help around the house but Steve wouldn't let you it was his job and his job only.

It wasn't that bad at all.

Paid food, housing and you didn't even have to work except when Bucky was taking the blood from you but that wasn't even that bad since Steve was taking little amounts of blood putting it in blood bags for Bucky, like donating blood but to a vampire.

All in all not bad.

However your sleep schedule was messed up.

Most of the times you didn't know if it was day or night because of the blinds and dark curtains covering all of the windows most of the time.

It has been around 2 months since you've started living with them and you still didn't understand what made your blood special, Bucky wouldn't tell you.

"Good morning doll, when will you start wearing pants around the house, you're tempting anyways."

Since the first night Bucky hadn't touched you like he did the first night. Bucky was sure if he did something like that again he wouldn't be able to stop himself from taking you.

You turned quickly almost dropping your midnight snack on the floor.

"I was just-"

"No need to explain yourself doll, just heard you thought I should keep you company, maybe even get a breakfast while I'm at it."

For some reason, your legs shiver and the need to close your thighs overwhelmed you so you just do that. Since you'd "moved in" he'd kept a distance and you'd be lying if you said it didn't hurt you. You missed talking to him, he didn't even tell you about the books he'd read.

"You never keep me company you're just hungry."

Bucky was taken aback by your words. You're his sweet girl you've never talked like that to him. But maybe you're right he hasn't been keeping you company he avoids you like the plague, it's been weeks since he drank from you physically.

If he was being honest he liked you way more than he'd like to admit. Yes your blood was good but he started feeling guilty.

"Do you want my company, pretty girl?" He'd come close to you, and you sucked in a breath, Bucky had taken the bowl from your hands.

He caressed you cheek softly, his finger barely touching you, but making your body temperature rise nonetheless.

"Why don't you look at me huh?" Bucky lifts your chin and your eyes meet his, oh and they are so pretty and your pretty pink lips that would look even better around his cock.

"Please." you don't even know what you're begging for, his attention, his touch?

"Please, what darling? Use your words pretty girl."

"Pay attention to me. You've been ignoring me I don't like being ignored. I wore so many pretty clothes and you won't notice me."

His pretty girl is an attention whore.

"Oh don't you worry, I noticed you, I heard your little whimpers when you tried to take care of the ache between your legs and you just couldn't. The little shorts and dresses you've been wearing were the only thing I paid attention to."

As if the weight has been lifted off your shoulders you smiled exhaling, blood was what Bucky lived off, but you lived for attention.

"Really? Why didn't you talk to me then! You didn't even tell me if you liked the book you were reading."

Bucky chuckled, damn you were adorable.

"Well I'll tell you if you do something for me."

You nodded eagerly.

"You don't even know what I want you to do."

"But I want to know."

"Have you ever heard of "curiosity killed the cat?""

"Pff that's not real. Tell me."

He'd taken your hand and let you to his bedroom , he didn't need Steve coming in and ruining the fun.

"Where's your bed? Do you not have a bed?"

Bucky laughs, it's been a while since he laughed so much.

"I don't need a bed."

His bedroom was more like a formal lounge room the long couch a fireplace and a lounge chair and of course a coffin standing against the wall. Bucky let's you scan the room before talking again.

"Okay that's enough looking come here." you obey instantly.

Bucky stands between the fire place and the couch in the middle of the room and picks up a pillow behind him, throwing it down on the carpet in front of him. Your eyes follow him.

"Go on." he points to the pillow and you just stand not sure what you should do. Seeing you need guidance Bucky grabs the back of your head and lowers you to your knees. He didn't use any force.

"Wil you tell me now?" your doe eyes look up at him innocently.

"Nope, we haven't even started, doll."

"But-"

You are cut off by Bucky pushing your face into his clothed buldge. He's been wanting you like this for a while and who says dreams don't come true.

"See what you do to me? Need you to take care of this before I tell you about the books I've read."

"But I don't know how." you want to do whatever he needs you to but you've never done anything like that before.

"Don't worry precious I'll help you, why don't you help me take these off first." Bucky takes your hands and leads you to the waistband of his sweatpants. You pull it down and Bucky instantly feels better, his hard on is still trapped in his underwear but much better with one layer taken off.

"Good girl." you sit not knowing what to do next so you take the waistband of his underwear releasing his painfully hard cock.

You forget to breathe, and don't know where to look and right as you were about to turn your head Bucky holds it in place.

"You need to see what you've done pretty." With one hand in your hair and the other on his length gathering the precum.

"Open up" and you do, he slips two fingers into your mouth loving the way you look tasting him.

"Give me your hands put them here." Bucky places your hands at the base of his cock, your hands are warm and soft and he thinks he's about to cum with just one touch.

"That's it." he praises you when you start moving your hands, your movements are a bit sloppy but enjoyable.

He groans when you squeeze him a bit harder.

"Sorry!" you think you've hurt him so you stop.

"Oh don't you dare stop now." Bucky says looking down at you, and what a sight to see. Your little hands hugging his thickness, he needs your mouth immediately.

"Open up for me." Bucky says, taking his cock and slapping it on your mouth.

"More." he says sternly and you open as wide as you can.

"There you go." Bucky smiles when you close around him, he's only half way in but it's already too big for you. He starts using your mouth, his thrusts are gentle not pushing you further into him. Your hands are on his thighs holding on but not for long.

"What you can't fit in you hold in your hands understand?" you nodd and immediately take the rest of his length, you use one hand to pump him and the other gets a hold of his balls. Bucky moans the moment he feels your hands on his balls playing with them.

"Doing so good pretty girl" he groans and feels his self control slipping, he needs you to take all of him. Bucky couldn't take his eyes off of you tears rolling down your red face. You suddenly pull away panting.

"Can't breathe." Bucky chuckles and brings you to his cock again.

"Breathe through your nose honey." Once you've gotten used to it Buckys thrusts became more frantic and unforgiving. He didn't stop when hit the back of your throat and you gagged saliva falling down your neck right between your breasts.

"Fuck me." Bucky breathes out, and with every thurst he groans and moans absolutely using your throat for his pleasure. Eyes rolling to the back of his head when your throat contracts squeezing him just right.

"So good, right there." you're holding tightly onto his thighs your nails digging into them which just sends Bucky into euphoria.

"Don't you dare spit out." Bucky says through gripped teeth just seconds before he finishes into your mouth sending cum down your throat. He rides out his orgasm his cock finally softening as he shoots the last drop of his cum.

Bucky pulls out and shuts your mouth closed like you're a dog.

"Swallow." not knowing what else to do you swallow the salty substance.

"Such a good girl for me." he says when you open your mouth to show him that you've swallowed every last drop. Some of it managed to escape and dripped down on your shirt but that's okay.

"Can you tell me now?" you manage to say despite it hurting of your throat.

"Of course darling. Just clean me up first and I'll tell you everything."

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[THE END]

please I know this was bad smut but I'm trying! I'm not used to writing it and I hope I did a decent job!

I would appreciate tips or constructive criticism what I could do better <3

likes comments and reblogs are appreciated <3

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[bucks-metal-arm19]

Warnings: smut so 18+ only! Talk of blood drinking, suggestive male oral & definitely female oral, pet names, vampire!Bucky

Okay, but Vampire!Bucky is absolutely delirious with need when you’re on your back, legs spread wide with nothing to hide from him. Your hair is haloed behind you, feathered across the pillows, and your knuckles are white from gripping the sides of the mattress.

“Please, Buck…” you whine, throat sore and voice raw from having Bucky’s hard cock shoved down your throat not even five minutes earlier.

“Please what, kitten?” He mocks your begging, eyes still glued to the glistening patch of skin between your thighs.

“Drink from me.” You whine, eyes rolling back in your head as he kneels before you to start pressing kisses up the sensitive skin of your calves and plush, inner thighs.

“But I already have, my love. Was it not enough?” Bucky taunts, letting the sharp tips of his fangs glide against your warm skin as a tease.

“Never enough. Bucky, please…” you tried begging again, too far gone to think of much else besides the pulsing between your legs and the rush you knew his bite would give you.

“Since you beg for me so sweetly, kitten.” He obliges without a second thought, diving between your thighs to settle on his stomach and elbows and grip your thighs in his strong hands.

“Can’t have you going anywhere so soon.” Your lower half instantly becomes immobile as his grip tightens and he ducks his head to lick a fat stripe through your dripping folds before swirling his tongue over your throbbing clit.

Your body immediately tenses as all of your focus falls to that single point of connection between you.

“Oh, little one, I can taste your sweetness already.” Quicker than you can comprehend, Bucky nips a small bite at the top of your swollen clit and immediately wraps his lips and tongue around the sensitive button so there would be no mess.

“Oh, fuckkkkk.” Your breath catches and your back arches as he begins to drink from you, tongue flicking and dragging across your swollen clit to drive you mad as he swallows both the taste of your sweet juice and warm, rich blood from between your legs.

His absolute favorite place to nurse from your body.

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[onceuponastory]

just one bite - vampire!bucky

Plot: Despite making her a living as a Vampire Hunter, most of the ‘monsters’ Y/N encounters are human. So much so, in fact, that she’s starting to question if vampires do exist after all. But on this hunt, she’s about to find out just how real they are. Pairing: Vampire!Bucky Barnes x FemaleVampireHunter!Reader (if you look REALLY hard) Warnings: Death, murder, blood, biting...basically all the usual vampire stuff is a warning. Vampire Bucky being a creep (he’s a warning, okay?). Also mentions of weapons/guns, implied manipulation/mind control and dubcon, so no minors please. A/N: This was meant to be for the final @the-slumberparty AU challenge, but again, I’m a little late. I realised I haven’t done a vampire story in a while, and then I remembered just how vampire-esque Seb looked at the Sharper premiere, so here we go! Not beta’d, so all mistakes are my own.

Slowly, Y/N steps into the clearing, heading for the graveyard. As the branches and leaves crush under her feet, she scans the area, looking for her target. There are rumours a vampire has been terrorising the residents of the nearby village for months now. People going missing, bodies with two perfectly aligned bite marks on their necks, the usual. And as the only vampire hunter around for miles, Y/N has been sent to stop it before it claims another life. 

Honestly, despite her reputation as a vampire hunter, Y/N hasn’t actually dealt with a lot of real vampires. Sure, most of her cases involve a maniac with a penchant for blood, but the ones she’s stopped recently all seem to be very much human, rather than the creatures of the night she was warned about. Truthfully, Y/N hopes she can be forgiven for thinking vampires don’t actually exist, and that there’s a rational explanation for what’s been going on. But if the belief that it was a vampire, rather than a human who is capable of such cruelty makes people sleep better at night, then so be it. 

Slowly, she approaches the graves, huge stone statues staring down at her. Y/N registers her stomach churning a little. After doing this for so long, and after seeing the full extent of depravity humans are capable of, Y/N’s used to feeling slightly nervous whenever she first goes out on a new hunt, unsure of what she’s about to face. This time though, something feels different. There’s a new chill in the air, one that goes throughout her entire body, all the way to the very tips of her fingers. She can feel the hairs on the back of her neck standing up, and she gulps. Something deep in her gut is telling her that this is going to be different from anything she’s ever faced before. Whoever or whatever this is… hopefully they can’t smell fear. As she steps closer into the graveyard, her hand brushes against the weapon strapped to her hip. Just in case. 

“Oh, they’ve sent a woman this time.” A voice echoes through the air. “How lovely. What a treat.” The noise makes her jump. It sounds different, less monstrous than the others. Somehow, it sounds more human. And that’s even more terrifying.

“Who goes there?” She orders, pointing her weapon in the direction of the voice. Different or not, she was sent here to do a job, and she made a promise it would be completed. 

“I must say, your reputation precedes you, my darling. Although, nobody told me how beautiful you are.” The voice sounds again, this time closer. Y/N spins around, the barrel of her weapon making contact with a figure’s chest. Now’s the perfect time to end this. Just one little pull of the trigger, and then it’s over.

However, when she makes eye contact with whoever is in front of her, Y/N suddenly finds herself unable to move. Stubble grazes his cheeks and chin, and his long brunette hair is swept back. He’s dressed in all black, his eyes a deep red. When he grins, Y/N notices his fangs glinting in the light. He couldn’t look more like a stereotypical vampire if he tried. 

“Wait. Is it real this time? …No, it can’t be. It’s never been real. It’s always just been a human.”

“See for yourself.” The man replies. He licks his upper lip, his tongue wrapping around each fang as they continue to glint in the moonlight. As he leans in closer, Y/N notices a few red dots staining his teeth. She gasps, and her heart almost stops. 

It is for real this time.

When he sees the expression on her face, the man scoffs. “Please, you’ve been in this business for years now, and you don’t know vampires can read minds? So much for being a feared vampire hunter.” He cocks his head to the side, looking over her again. “Cat got your tongue, hmm? Shame.” Without another word, Y/N holds out her weapon, pulling the trigger. Real or not, she’s here to do a job. A shot rings out, shattering the night air. The birds in the nearby trees fly away, startled by the sound.

And yet, nothing happens. There’s no scream of pain, no sound of a body falling to the ground. The figure in front of her is gone. Warily, Y/N steps forward, her eyes scanning the trees and graves around her, looking for the same figure she saw only moments ago.

“You know, I’m a little offended that you’ve barely said a word to me, yet you want to kill me. Can you not put the gun down for a few minutes so we can talk?” His voice speaks again. Y/N spins around, pointing her weapon in all directions, trying to find him. When there’s still no sign, she pants, keeping every sense on high alert for the slightest sound or movement. Anything that helps her find this bastard. 

Silence fills the air, broken only by the sound of Y/N’s heart pounding in her ears. “Boo.” A familiar voice whispers from behind her. Y/N jumps, every hair on her body standing up. Yet, a little part of her realises that she likes the sensation of his whisper against her skin. And that thought makes her stomach churn even more. “Poor little human.” The man sighs, beginning to circle her. His voice is like liquid honey, sweet and alluring. Y/N tries to back away, to run whilst she still can, but it feels like her feet are rooted to the floor. “In here with me. So lonely. So unsafe.” Y/N registers her heart beating even faster, pounding within her chest, so hard it almost breaks through her ribs. Then, he’s in front of her again. And once more, Y/N finds herself speechless. “You’re so beautiful. It’ll be a shame to kill you, you know?” 

He cups her cheek then, staring into her eyes, so deeply he could stare into her soul. Although his hand is as cold as ice, Y/N barely notices it, too busy staring at him. As his eyes trace over her, the man smiles… and Y/N realises that she’s shaking. This man is gorgeous. And although she knows it shouldn’t, the fact that he called her beautiful makes her stomach flutter ever so slightly.

“Y/N.” He murmurs. “What a beautiful name. I’m James, but you can call me Bucky.” He takes her hand, kissing it softly. Y/N can still hear her brain screaming at her, telling her to run, to blow the sick bastard away. But she doesn’t, transfixed by the man in front of her. It’s like he has her under some kind of a spell. His gaze moves lower. To her neck. He peppers kisses along it, and Y/N gasps. He’s definitely hit the right spot. “Yes….” Bucky trails off, his pupils dilating with hunger. “We’re going to have a lot of fun together.”

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[gothgirlmahi]

Feeling Faint

Pairing: Vampire!Bucky x Anemic!Reader.

Summary: You finally convince your vampire boyfriend to take a bite out of you during sexy times. It doesn’t go so well.

Warnings: smut, anemia, worried Bucky, fluffy ending.

Word Count: 1.4K

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Your evening was set to be a good one.

New perfume, new dress, new lingerie. It was your one year anniversary and Bucky was taking you out for the night. Bucky was the most romantic man you’d ever met and that showed in all of your dates. Tonight, he’d taken you to an art gallery where an exhibit by your favorite artist had just been installed. He’d listened to you rant and rave about your favorite pieces and the stories behind them.

When you got home, he prepared an amazing dinner for you. All of your favorite foods and a bottle of wine you didn’t even want to guess the price of. He’d set out the most gorgeous flowers for you along with a sweet scented candle that burned and added to the ambiance. He serenaded you with a song he wrote on the piano as you ate.

And look, you really did appreciate all of that. You did. But there was one thing you were looking forward to tonight and it wasn’t the damn wine.

Nights like this usually only ended in one way and that ending was Bucky railing you within an inch of your life.

That’s what you were excited for. Especially because of the promise he’d made you.

Your boyfriend was a vampire. The whole thing had never really bothered you. He was always sweet and considerate to you and had never given you any reason to fear for your safety or anyone else’s. As far you knew, he always got his sustenance from ethical sources, wiling donors, etc. that was all fine and great but your wish for tonight was that he would take a bite out of you.

He’d been opposed to the idea from the start. First, he said he was self conscious about you seeing him eat. You reassured him that it couldn’t have been any worse than the time he saw you devour an entire pizza. Then he expressed concern about you looking at him differently, seeing him as a monster, etcetera etcetera. You reassured him that line of thought was all nonsense because he was the sweetest man you’d ever met and the thought of him sinking his teeth into you had you wetter than a beach at high tide.

After many talks and much reassurance, he agreed that tonight would be the night. Just the thought of it had your panties ruined and clinging to your skin. You got up from your position at the table and walked over to the piano, plopping yourself in his lap.

“Hi, baby,” you leaned forward, brushing a lock of long hair from in front of his blue-grey eyes. He smiled, revealing just a bit of those gorgeous fangs you wanted to get more acquainted with.

“Hello, darling. Don’t you like your meal?” He looked over to the plate you had abandoned and you felt a little bad. The food was delicious but you had another goal in mind.

You brushed a finger down his cheek.

“I always love your cooking. But I was hoping we could skip to dessert. If you don’t mind.”

“Oh, I was going to make a crème brûlée—“

“Not that dessert. I want you to fuck me.”

Bucky’s mouth formed a little o and he nodded, gracefully picking you up and walking down the hall to the bedroom.

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Bucky was truly cut from a different cloth.

You hadn’t known that sex could feel this good. Bucky’s fingers dug firmly into the flesh of your hips, bringing you back and forth onto his thick cock while he thrusted into you. Every push forward had him bumping into that soft spongy bit inside of you, leaving your legs shaking and mouth agape.

“Bucky, please, I—“

You could barely get a sentence out before changed his angle ever so slightly, which had you keening and pressing your face into the pillow. Bucky gently took your chin and made you look at him.

“Tell me what you need, princess.”

It wasn’t fair. He didn’t look half as debauched as you were sure you did, his long hair still perfect over his shoulders while that carved from stone body worked you like it was nothing.

Bucky angled your hips up and you nearly screamed, feeling yourself careening towards the edge.

“I’m—I’m gonna—“ you started to get out, cut off when Bucky leaned down brushing his nose against your neck. He stopped to lick a stripe from your collarbone to your cheek.

“Are you still sure about this, love?”

You nodded frantically, hands fisting the sheets.

“Please, please, please—“

Bucky gently unclenches your hands from the sheets, whispering in your ear.

“Relax. It’ll hurt less if you’re relaxed~”

As if you could relax with the way he was fucking your brains out. The audacity of him to even say it!

“Bite me, bite me!” you screeched. Bucky chuckled a bit in your ear before he pressed his lips to your neck. He opened his mouth and you felt him warm breath against your skin before he sunk his teeth into you.

You came. Harder than you ever had in your life. Back arched almost painfully and desperately clinging to your lover. You could barely feel the fangs in your skin.

Come to think of it, you could barely feel anything.

You felt Bucky abruptly pull away from you, with his face scrunched in concern.

“Sweetheart, are you—“

You couldn’t stay awake long enough to hear the end of that question.

The first sensation you had upon waking was a jostling around you and something strapped across your chest. As you slowly came to, you heard Bucky’s voice, speaking frantically to someone. Opening your eyes, you saw you were in his car, fully dressed while he was yelling on the phone.

“Yes, she passed out, she—no it’s wasn’t—“

“Bucky?” you asked softly. His head snapped to you before he put his eyes back on the road. His hand came to rest on your thigh.

“Oh, thank God. Are you okay? I’m so sorry. I never should have—“

You giggled. You couldn’t help it. You just fell out laughing. You felt like you were going to pass out again but it was all so funny and you weren’t sure why. Bucky looked much less amused. He looked really concerned. Especially when your head lolled back carelessly as you laughed.

“Doll, please try to stay awake. We’re on our way to the hospital, okay?”

You just nodded, turning to look out of the window.

You had no idea what the hell was going on.

The next couple minutes went by fast. Bucky was carrying you into the hospital while you stared up haplessly at the bright lights. He was speaking with someone.

Had he really fucked you within an inch of your life?

He sat you down in a room on a bed and a nurse came in, asking both of you questions. Bucky was stammering and nervous to explain. So you blurted it all out.

“We we’re having sex and I asked him to bite me and he did and I don’t know, it was good!”

The nurse’s eyebrows went up slightly and she looked between Bucky and you. She asked him to leave the room.

It was the usual stuff. Making sure this was all consensual, making sure you were safe, blah blah blah. Then they got to the root of the problem, something you didn’t even know. Apparently you were anemic and losing blood willy nilly was not ideal. Even if it was just a taste from your vampire lover.

Also, you’d heard that vampire venom made people a little woozy. It made you extremely out of it. Something else you were sensitive to.

By the time they had fixed you up and sent you on your way with iron supplements, it was nearing 2am and Bucky was waiting patiently for you with the guiltiest expression you’d ever seen taking his beautiful face.

You walked up to him and plopped yourself in his lap. He held you close but kept his gaze at the ground.

“I’m good to go. Apparently I’m anemic. Who knew?”

“I knew. As soon as I tasted it. But it was too late.”

You shrugged and pressed a kiss to his cheek.

“It’s whatever. I asked you to do it about a million times. And hey, I’m not complaining. I never came that hard in my fucking life. And besides, it gave me an idea for something else we can try.”

“What’s that?”

“Maybe next time I’ll be the one to bite you.”

“Babe. Babe, you know you can’t do that, right? Please tell me you’re joking. Doll—“

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Mahi's Monster Mash

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[slenbee]

writing-prompt-s: “Nobody will hear you scream!” the serial killer said to their would-be victim. Too late did they realize that this also means that no one would hear them scream either.

pairing: Vampire!Bucky x Reader

warnings: blood, violence, blood drinking

length: eh, kinda short.

--------------- Your facade cracked, the terrified expression that you wore replaced by amusement. Your would be killer stared at you, completely taken aback as you covered your mouth to try and stifle a laugh. “You hear that babe?” You say with a playful crinkle of your nose. Your eyes flicker to the shadow moving behind him, your hand dropping to reveal your smile. “Nobody’s gonna’ hear him scream.”

A heavy metal hand clasped around the serial killer’s mouth, his head yanked to the side with enough force to snap his neck. Sharp fangs buried their way into his flesh, crimson nectar spilling past pale lips as they closed around the gushing wound. You stood, dusting yourself off as your super soldier drank his fill, his glowing eyes never leaving you. Leaning against the ally wall you bend down to rub at your ankle, a frown forming as it throbbed in pain. “Think I twisted something this time.” You comment, your eyes lifting as a muffled shout of pain escapes the killer’s throat the moment Bucky bit down even harder. It might not be your type of revenge, but hey, it was the thought that mattered. The knife that the killer held clattered to the ground, his body going limp in Bucky’s arms before he tossed the lifeless corpse to the side. “Scum like you don’t deserve to live in this world.” He spat, wiping his lips and chin off with the back of his hand. “So did you find out where he left the bodies?” The soldier sneered as the twisted memories of his victim danced through his mind. “Unfortunately.” “Better call Sam so he can alert the authorities.” Taking a few steps forward you wince and hiss at your ankle, only to find a pair of strong arms lifting you off your feet. “Sam can wait. First, I’m getting you home.” You smile, reaching up to wipe off a stray smudge of blood from his lips.Bucky tilts his head, kissing your fingertips. “Let’s go home, doll.”

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[gogh-with-the-flow]

Guys there's this one vampire!stucky x reader fic I read ages ago. It was multiple parts and the first part was a medieval au. There was non-con/dubcon and the reader was in love with Peggy before marrying Bucky. Steve was the king and Bucky was like a Duke or something. It was one of the best fics I've ever read and I can't find it anywhere please help me

#vampire!bucky x reader #vampire!steve x reader #vampire!stucky x reader

[jobean12-blog]

A Kiss to Remember

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader (Vampire AU)

Word Count: 930

Summary: Bucky invites you to spend the weekend at his cottage in the woods. 

Author’s Note: This is for @the-slumberparty June Writing Challange. I chose a cottage setting and the item I picked was a sundress. My dear friend Em @weekendgothgirl had shared the gorgeous picture of the cottage you see in my moodboard below and it sparked some real inspo! I love the idea of the dark vs light so I went with that a little bit! Thank you Em for sharing and thank you Navy and Roo for hosting! And thank you all so much for reading! Much love always! ❤️❤️❤️ Dividers by the lovely @firefly-graphics

Warnings: some soft sweet moments, a brief mention of b-l-o-o-d, pretty flowers :) 

“I wish I could see more of our surroundings,” you muse as James drives down a secluded road toward his summer cottage.

You press yourself closer to the window, the glass cold to your touch and peer out into the hidden landscape.

“The darkness holds its own beauty,” he answers softly, his long fingers resting on our bare thigh. “Everything is transformed in the absence of daylight.”

Your soft hum of approval makes him smile as he absentmindedly caresses your skin, his touch keeping you warm despite the nighttime chill.

He finally makes a turn down a dirt road that winds around until you’re in a remote part of the woods. Up head, enclosed in a small wrought iron gate you see a cottage.

It’s nestled among a tapestry of vibrant flowers, their colors standing out against the veiled darkness. The silvery moonlight casts long, shadowy silhouettes upon its aged, timbered walls.

Amidst the dense foliage, the somber atmosphere is intensified by the interplay of moonbeams filtering through the twisted branches above, casting a haunting glow upon the colorful petals of the blooms.

Flickering candlelight softly illuminates the cottage’s small, latticed windows and adds a touch of ethereal beauty, inviting and beckoning you inside.

“Oh, Bucky!” you exclaim, your eyes wide. “I can’t wait to see the inside!”

James chuckles, squeezing your leg before he removes his hand and opens the driver side door. He rounds the car and helps you out, taking your hand on his elbow as he walks you down the small brick pathway to the door.

“I can smell the roses,” you whisper, closing your eyes on an inhale.

You sigh quietly, stopping to grasp a stem and press the fragrant petals to your nose.

James watches you, remaining quiet as you take in every little detail of the cottage before stepping into the doorway.

He stares, his blue eyes darkening as he takes you in.

Your bright sundress is a stark contrast to the deep, dark wood of the cottage and the vibrancy of your aura creates a captivating scene.

James steps closer, his large body caging you against the door.

“You’re a vision,” he whispers. “Like a ray of pure sunshine.”

He procures a rose, out of nowhere, and twirls it between his fingers before he glides the silky petals along your collarbone.

When he lifts it to your nose, you let the softness and sweet fragrance fill your senses then take it between your fingers.

His fingertips trace the neckline of your dress, a slow, sensual claiming before moving to the thin strap at your shoulder. He toys with it, letting it slide down so his fingers can continue their perusal.

Your eyelashes flutter along your cheeks and your grasp tightens around the rose’s stem, causing you to prick your thumb on a hidden thorn, drawing blood.

“Ow,” you hiss, lifting your hand to your mouth.

James grabs your wrist, gently, but as he watches the small drop of blood trickle down your finger his grip tightens ever so slightly.

“I’m ok,” you assure him, thinking he’s reacting because you’re in pain.

“Doll,” he murmurs, his eyes locked on yours as he slowly brings your finger to his lips.

You let out a small gasp when his cold lips touch your skin, his tongue tracing the tip of your thumb to lick it clean of blood.

A delicate and tingling warmth radiates through your body from the contact, spreading like an electric current through your brain. As if James senses your response he growls low and deep before releasing your thumb and dragging you into his chest.

His embrace is warm despite the chill left in the air and you melt against him, still pressed along the door, his large body a welcome weight.

“You taste exquisite,” he breathes out as he dips his head.

His lips brush yours, softly at first, like a whisper. You feel yourself falling, consumed by him in a way that leaves you wanting and desperate for more, for anything he will give you.

With every passing second your heart beats faster and the kiss loses its gentleness and becomes more urgent.

“Please James,” you find yourself saying, begging.

His lips trail across your jaw as his hand slides up your body, stopping just at the base of your neck. He pulls away to look you in the eyes, the familiar blue of his own shining brightly against the darkness that surrounds you.

The pad of his thumb grazes along the column of your throat, your pulse beating wildly beneath his touch, until it presses under your chin and he tilts your head back, exposing your neck to him.

In the eerie stillness of the moonlit forest, shadows dance across the splashes of colored foliage and the air is thick with anticipation. You stand out against the dusky backdrop of the cottage, your bright dress barely dimmed by the encroaching dark.

Time slows and even the rustle of leaves fades away as he brings his lips closer, sharp fangs protruding before they delicately scrape over your skin.

You tremble with a whisper of his name and as his fangs pierce your skin the taste of your blood awakens his senses in a way he’s never experienced before. It’s intoxicating, igniting an overwhelming rush of emotions.

Even as your body is drained of life it comes alive with a mix of pleasure and vulnerability and in this fleeting moment you surrender to his embrace.

He savors every drop and with every taste he binds you in an eternal bond.

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[gaysindistress]

When Night Comes- masterlist

pairing: Mob!Vampire!Bucky Barnes x reader

status: complete

warnings: drug use (smoking weed), mob!Bucky, cursing, vampires, werewolves, gangs/crime, death, smutty moments, violence, angst, fluff, mentions of sex, murder, slow burn, smut, violence, weapons. Each chapter will have it’s own warnings as well and please read at your own risk!

masterlist

18+ MINORS DO NOT INTERACT OR YOU WILL BE BLOCKED

disclaimer: credits to original creator/poster of image/gif. found on Google/Pinterest

part 1

part 2

part 3

part 4

part 5

part 6

part 7

Part 8

Part 9

Part 10

Part 11

Part 12

Part 13

Part 14

Part 15

Part 16

Part 17

Part 18

Yelena mood board

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[thebunnyslibrary]

Vampire Bucky Drabble

wc. ~1900

pairing. Vampire!Bucky x reader

summary. Bratting has it's consequences, especially when your lover is Bucky Barnes, a vmapire who owns the most popular night club in the city

warnings. Dirty talk, degradation, bondage, use of a riding crop,

The old industrial warehouse turned nightclub was an absolutely gorgeous space. The exposed brick was painted with graffiti from artists all over the city, both professional and amateur. The windows were patterned between plain and colored which made the place look mysterious against the night sky. And of course, the piece de resistance was the immense skylight overhead; allowing in the moon to be the ultimate spotlight above the crowd. The club’s biggest draw, though? The patronage.

The club was designated as a “safe” hunting ground for vampires. Any human who walked through the door accepted the risk of being bitten. But Bucky’s most important rule was to never take too much; just enough to leave the humans a little dizzy (and ready to party). Anyone vampire caught breaking that rule was…taken care of. And thanks to the protection of Bucky and his crew, this den of depravity became an extremely popular place. Giving humans with specific interests a place to indulge and giving vampires a safe meal.

Tonight, the place was packed wall to wall with the city’s nightlife; human and undead alike. And here you were, a mere human walking into the lion’s den. You strutted through the crowd, head held high as you made your way up to the bar to the only empty seat. A seat that was always vacant, reserved just for you.

 You’d almost gone for the fishnet tights but decided to leave yourself exposed; it would be better for your plans. The custom-made Christian Louboutin shoes fit you perfectly and the halter top with a rose embroidered up the side left your neck fully exposed. You adjusted your skirt as you looked up and down for a bartender, finally spotting your favorite.

                “Hey Steve, can I get a Bloody Mary?” you teased, much to annoyance of the blonde behind the bar.

                “What are you doing here (y/n)? Bucky told you to stay home tonight. It’s been a feeding frenzy; Not safe for you.”

                “Oh, come on. You know he won’t let anything happen to you. And neither will you.” Steve smirked in response.

                “You got that right, doll. All right, you want a drink, I’ll get you one. You’ll want it once he finds out you’re here.” He turned around and grabbed the bottle of passion fruit rum, mixing it with the bright red fruit punch specifically for the drink, also adding a few maraschino cherries and an umbrella. “Here you go. One ‘Princess’. Sans the special ingredient.” Steve winked at you and took the drink.

 All of the drinks on the menu could be mixed with blood, due to the club’s patronage. Humans, however, were not allowed to be served alcohol because the feeding left them too drowsy; adding alcohol to the mix would not be good. The mocktails, though, were amazing for people’s blood sugar and made their blood taste sweeter. And yours was the most popular. But you were the only exception to the no alcohol rule, because Bucky was the only one ever allowed to feed from you.

                It didn’t take long before you were being tapped on the shoulder. You turned to see Sam standing there, a small smirk tugging at his lips. “You’re gunna wanna come with me, hun. The boss wants to see you.”

                “Oh, does he now? I didn’t even get to finish my drink.” You sighed and rolled your eyes playfully. “I guess I should go and greet him. Steve, can you pour me…” the words hadn’t left your lips before Steve was setting down Bucky’s favorite drink. A whiskey mixed with a shot of the reserve of your blood Steve kept exclusively for Bucky.

                “Go get em, tiger.” Steve said. You took it and gestured for Sam to lead the way.

                “He’s not happy, sweetheart. Not happy.” Sam warned you, bringing you down the hallway then upstairs to where the office was.

                “I’d be surprised if he was.” You retorted. Sam let out a huff of a laugh.

                “You got guts, girl. I’ll give you that.”  He stopped outside of the door. “You’re certainly wearing a decent choice of battle armor.”  The piece de resistance to your ensemble; to fight off the fall chill, you were wearing Bucky’s leather jacket. That was the reason you knew you were safe in the club. Bucky’s scent was all over you, and no vampire in their right mind would touch what was his.

                “Good luck.” Sam opened the door for you and you stepped inside. The room wasn’t completely dark, lit by a single desk lamp. Bucky himself was staring out the window that looked over the dance floor. You walked over to his desk, setting the drink down.

                “I brought you your favorite.” You said, making him scoff.

                “Babydoll, what are you doing?” he asked.

                “What do you mean?” you asked and in the blink of an eye, he was stood behind you; his metal hand wrapped around your throat.

                “I mean…strutting in here, dressed like a slut, and putting yourself in danger.” He growled in your ear. “I’m lucky you’re smart enough to wear my coat or I would’ve had to kill anyone who dare thought they could touch what belongs to me.” He squeezed your throat on the last word, making you gasp. His other hand started to pull your skirt up. “That’s what I mean.” Bucky let out a row rumble in his chest. “And no panties either?”

                “I was boooooored.” You whined, rubbing back against him. He squeezed more, making your breath catch in your throat.

                “You were bored…” Bucky repeated. “Well, let’s see if we can entertain you.” He dragged you over to the leather sofa, pulling his jacket off you and tossing it away before undoing the tie on your top and pulling it down to expose your breasts. Then, he bent you over and held you down with one arm while undoing his belt with the other. You struggled a bit but he gave a quick smack to your ass, making you freeze

                “Stop squirming, slut. You said you were bored. So, let’s play.” He wrestled your hands behind your back, tying them with the belt. Once he was sure you were secure, he went over to the cabinet where he kept a few toys…for just an occasion such as this. Bucky ran his hands over every one of them until he settled on the perfect one. You turned to see what he’d chosen, but your world went dark as he used his tie to blindfold you.

                “My pretty little slut…” He purred, then you felt him run something over your face. You inhaled sharply as you recognized it. The crop. “Tell me your safe word, doll.”

                “Winter, sir.” You whimpered and he hummed in approval, rubbing his hand over your back.

                “Such a good girl.” He kissed your cheek a tender juxtaposition to the sting of the crop on your ass, making you moan. You held as strong a reserve as possible, but around the 10th stroke, you started to break. You started to whimper and whine. Bucky grabbed your hair and his lips were against your ear as he asked.

                “What’s’a matter baby, does it hurt?”

 You sniffed and whimpered “Yes, sir,” in response.

“Good, maybe next time I tell you to stay at home and be safe, you’ll follow my directions.” Ten more strikes from the crop rained down on your ass before Bucky thankfully had mercy on you. You heard the thud as the crop hit the floor. Then, his hands were on you, one hand moving between your legs.

“Tsk tsk tsk. You’re fucking soaked, doll. I don’t think that was really a punishment for you.” He mocked, making you clench your thighs. He pulled you up and led you over to the couch, where he sat down and pulled you down on his lap, facing away. His flesh arm caressing your waist while his metal arm went between your legs; his fingers cool on your clit as he traced circles around it.

“Such a naughty little girl…my naughty little girl.” You heard him undo his zipper before you felt his cock pressing against you. “I take care of you, treat you well, spoil you rotten…and what do you to repay me? Show up here, teasing me, showing off what belongs to me…What am I going to do with you?” he asked but the feel of Bucky’s cock against you was distracting you too much to answer. He pinched your clit suddenly, making you thrust hard and squeeze his cock. “Dumb little baby too focused on my dick to answer? Guess I better her what she wants, just like always”

At that moment, he thrust up into you, hard. You chocked out a gasp; even after a few years with him, he still made you feel so full. He leaned in close to your neck and inhaled deeply.

“Fuuuuuck doll. You have no idea what you do to me. Your blood, your cunt, you…you’re so fucking perfect for me…” Bucky growled, placing open mouthed kisses along your neck and shoulder as he kept rocked your hips back and forth on his cock. “And you look so beautiful on my cock like that. I know drinking from you makes your orgasm feel even more intense. And you taste so good.”

Every word Bucky said drove you mad with pleasure. He knew just what to say to make you soaking wet. His deep, husky voice could make sin sound like salvation. He knew all the right buttons to push and you loved him.

“Please, please can I cum, Bucky?” you pleaded.

“You wanna cum?” Moving his hand from your waist, he grabbed your hair, gently tilting your head back. You felt his fangs scrape along your neck… “You think you deserve it after how you acted?” Bucky’s fingers on your clit got faster and faster.

“I’ll be good Bucky, I promise.”

“I don’t know, I’ve heard that before. Maybe I’ll just have to keep you in my office all day so I know you behave. You wanna be my little cockshut all day?”

“Whatever you want.” You promised, biting your lip.

“Cum for me, doll!” Bucky ordered, biting hard into your neck as he gave a final thrust before sinking his fangs into your neck.

The heightened sensation of Bucky drinking from you matched with the pain and pleasure of his bite and his attention to your clit drove you over the edge completely and so you came hard; your pussy gripping his cock tightly. He gave a few more thrusts before he stilled and you felt his cum filling you up.

Bucky drank from you long enough for both of you to ride out your orgasms. Bucky let go of your neck, not wanting to drink too much from you. He undid the belt from your wrists and, while keeping his cock inside you, helped you settle on his lap. You grabbed onto his suit jacket, breathing in the comfort of his scent. When Bucky removed your makeshift blindfold and you were greeted with the sight of his gorgeous smiling face, somehow made even more handsome with the sight of your blood staining his lips.

“Hi doll.” Bucky said, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead.

“Hi Bucky. I missed you.”

“I missed you too baby.” You sagged even more against him. But he shook you gently, rousing you the exhaustion that threatened to turn to sleep.

“Don’t get too comfortable doll.” Bucky teased. “You owe me a dance. And you’re gunna do it with me dripping down your legs.”

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Around Your Throat

Pairing: Vampire Mob!Bucky Barnes x Gifted!Female Reader Summary: Bucky has the perfect accessory to go around your throat. Word Count: 1.9k Warnings: E/xplicit s/exual content, f/ingering, b/iting, p/ossessive behavior, b/lood, feel (it's me), Bucky Barnes (he’s a warning, okay?). Graphic talent and thanks: Banner - @sgt-seabass, Divider - @firefly-graphics , Moodboard - yours truly A/N: Set before Lay Me Down, we're visiting our vampire to kick off Hot Bucky Summer challenge hosted by @buckybarnesevents! Theme - "What should I wear?" ❤️ Not beta read and written on my phone, so any and all mistakes are my own. Please follow @navybrat817-sideblog for new fics and notifications. Comments, reblogs, feedback are loved and appreciated!

You stood in front of the full length mirror, a frown on your face as you looked over yourself. The black and gold gown you wore was beautiful, the v-neckline and fitted bodice drawing attention to your chest. Bucky had it designed for you, with your approval. He wanted only the best for his bride-to-be.

The fact that he had a matching suit almost put a smile on your face.

But you couldn’t figure out why you weren’t happy with your look. You thought for a moment that the dress was too much for a dinner, especially since you would be one of the only people at the table eating an actual meal. As Bucky’s future mate and your father’s daughter, however, it was the expectation that you’d look your best.

At least I won't have to create an illusion since I'll be amongst Bucky’s friends for the evening.

“I'm not sure about this,” you told your fiancé since he insisted on being in the room as you got ready, admiring your side profile with a sigh. "Should I change into something else?"

"Why would you change when you look good enough to eat?"

You spun around to face him, your breath catching when he stood from his chair and straightened his tie. He slicked his hair back for the evening and you longed to run your fingers through it to make a mess of it. This man managed to steal your heart and he would be the reason you took your last breath.

He was both your ending and your new beginning.

"Just what every girl wants to hear when she goes to feast with vampires," you teased, turning back to the mirror.

"If you sensed something was wrong, we wouldn't attend," he pointed out. He wouldn't risk your safety. He assured your father of that. "Should I tell Steve to play host while we skip it?"

"No, my love, because nothing is wrong," you assured him. You trusted his friends and the only gut feeling you sensed was that your evening would end happily. You looked forward to it.

"Then what's the matter?" he asked as he crossed the room and placed his hands on your hips. Though you couldn't see his reflection in the mirror, you imagined his blue eyes either darkened or glowed at the sight of you. Both stares always set the blood on fire in your veins. “Do you not like the dress? Should I rip it to shreds?”

“Don’t you dare,” you answered, narrowing your eyes when he chuckled. “I love this dress.”

“If you won’t let me tear this gown from your body, at least let me lift the skirt and bury myself in your pussy again,” he said, making you gasp when his cool lips brushed the shell of your ear. Your core throbbed at the idea, tempted to let him bend you over in front of the mirror as he took you apart. Once he turned you, you wouldn’t see your reflection ever again. “And if you love it, why have you stood here for the last two minutes, spinning and frowning at every angle?”

“As much as I’d love for you to ravage me, I don’t think we have time,” you said, gesturing to yourself. “And something’s missing. I can’t figure out what.”

Bucky hummed, gripping your chin to turn your head toward him. “I can get you off quickly," he said, which was true. "And you're missing an accessory. You need something around your throat.”

“Of course,” you smiled softly. Such a simple solution to a ridiculous problem. “What should I wear?"

He moved his hand to your neck before you could go to the armoire, making you moan when his fingers tightened. “I have something perfect in mind.”

“As much as I love this type of necklace,” you said, wetting your lips with your tongue. “I can’t go the whole meal with your hand around my throat.”

Bucky chuckled again, spinning you and pinning your back against the mirror with lightning speed. You trembled when his eyes began to glow, your blood rushing through your veins at the sight of his fangs. The mix of pain and pleasure whenever they pierced your skin brought you to a euphoric state. It was no wonder some begged to become a blood mistress or paramour.

You were lucky enough that you would belong to Bucky forever.

“And just because I can’t ravage you with my cock right this second doesn’t mean I can go through an entire meal without having a taste,” he whispered, pushing the skirt up so his cold hand could slide up your inner thigh. No tights and no underwear so he could have access to what belonged to him. His rule for the evening. “I need your blood and your cunt so I can behave myself."

“You better satisfy your craving then,” you whispered, knowing he’d want more before the sun came up. "And we'll see how well you actually behave."

Vampires had no shame when it came to sex or anyone who witnessed it.

Your wet, warm folds welcomed the cool feel of Bucky's expert touch. Before you could grip his arms, he pinned your hands above your head. His strength turned you on more, which you didn’t know was possible. You were almost in a constant state of arousal around him. “You'll beg for my cock long before you finish dinner,” he whispered against your lips, teasing your entrance as he kissed down the pulse in your neck. “Don't fucking move."

“Yes, sir,” you breathed, closing your eyes to brace yourself for what was coming.

Which would be you coming all over his fingers.

“Mine,” he growled, drawing a cry from you as he sank his fangs into your soft skin and slid two fingers inside your wet walls. You did your best to keep still as he slowly thrust and moaned against your neck. A submissive position he put you in to assert his power, yet you didn't feel weak. Even as he took your life essence and pleasure as his own he empowered you.

Because in return, you’d get every part of James Buchanan Barnes.

“Please, Bucky,” you begged when his thumb toyed with your clit. You wanted to grind your hips down, but he told you to stay still. If you had more time, you would've pushed to see what kind of punishment he'd dish out. But you knew he wanted to get you off quickly, like he said he could. "Please."

“So needy, darling. One of the things I love about you,” he said when he stopped drinking, blood running from your neck down your collarbone and chest as his fingers curled. He pulled back so you could see the red fluid around his lips. The feral look in his eyes as he licked them clean, your head spinning as you teetered on the edge. “Come for me.”

Your body seized up as you gushed around his fingers, your moan of ecstasy lost as he covered your mouth with his. You tasted your blood on his tongue as helped you ride out your orgasm. Days from now you would know the taste of him. Pleasure, eternity, love.

Your new life.

It took a moment for you to realize you were no longer against the mirror as you recovered. Bucky moved you to the bed to rest for a moment and catch your breath. the pinpricks in your neck closed and your dress straightened out. “Thank you for letting me have a taste,” he said, sucking his fingers into his mouth. “Didn’t think anything could make your blood sweeter, but your pussy does the trick.”

“Best combination,” you smiled.

“My favorite,” he agreed, helping you stand once your head stopped spinning. Lust still lingered in his gaze, but you couldn't ignore the concern that shone through. "Are you okay? I didn't take too much?"

"I'm okay," you assured him. He never wanted to lose control and take more than what he needed. No matter what, you were his number one priority. "And you won't have to worry once I you turn me."

"I'll still worry," he whispered. Loving you meant having something to lose. It also meant he had something worth living for. "One more thing before we go."

You smiled when he held up an onyx pendant surrounded by diamonds, like he pulled it out of thin air. Perfect to go with your dress. "It's beautiful," you said, allowing him to put it around your neck. "How did you manage to hide that from me?"

His fingers traced the delicate, gold chain as he smiled. "Because you aren't psychic, but you get feelings. Which is probably why you felt off when you looked in the mirror. You were waiting for me to give you this."

"It's like you know my gifts better than I do," you smiled, touching the pendant before you noticed there was still blood on your neck. "I should clean myself up."

"No," he said firmly, pulling you to his chest. You suspected his heart would race only for you if it could still beat. "You'll wear my mark with the necklace I gave you and your blood on your skin. You're going to be my wife and my mate. I want everyone to see that you belong to me and that there's no shame in my want for you."

You'd wear every brand and claim of his with pride.

"This won't show them that?" you asked, holding up your hand with your engagement ring.

"Vampires don't look at hands," he said, taking yours and kissing it. "They look at throats. And anyone who sees yours will know you're mine."

And I will be until the end of time.

"And when you turn me?" you asked, brushing your hand along his cheek. "Will I get to leave my mark on you and show everyone you're mine, too?"

"You can make an entire path of bites around my throat if that's what you desire," he offered, his icy hand covering yours. "I'll wear them proudly."

Bucky loved with his entire being. Not only were you strong and willing enough to accept it, you'd give him the same love in return. You would always be in each other's care.

My eternal partner.

"I might take you up on that," you smiled, feeling how hard he was through the fabric of his pants. Tempted to drop to your knees and return the favor, you asked, "Do we have time for me to take care of you?"

"We're already running late," he said, giving you a gentle kiss. "But maybe you can keep my cock warm at the table. No one will mind."

"I thought you were going to behave at dinner if you had a taste," you said, your walls clenching with the need to surround him, like he hadn't brought you to orgasm moments before.

"I will behave," he said innocently, but his eyes flashed as he showed his fangs again. "But we'll see how long you last before you try to ride me in front of everyone."

"Well, you did say I'd beg for your cock before I finished dinner."

And you suspected his hand, the necklace, and your blood would be the only things you wore around your neck once he took you to bed for the night.

Who wouldn't want an eternity with Bucky? Love and thanks for reading! ❤️

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All of them are COMPLETE Series.

1. Galavano by @ichorai

Bucky x Reader

a series that follows the hero galvano through the events of the mcu!

2. Time (D)rift by @darkficsyouneveraskedfor

Dark!Bucky x Reader Apocalypse AU

The end has come and gone as you keep waiting for your own.

3. Uncontrollable by @fictional-affairs

Bucky x Widow!Reader

The year is 1992. The Winter Soldier is under HYDRA’s control, and the Red Widow is under Dreykov’s control, but when they find out their organizations are working together to have them kill each other, they decide to make a deal.

4. The Lake House by @rustytricycle

Dark!Bucky x Dark!Reader

You decide to spend the summer before Freshman year of college with two of your girlfriends at one of their parents’ lake house. It turns out that Captain America and his two best friends are staying next door. Bucky thinks you might be his perfect girl. But are you too perfect?

5. turn a blind eye by @sergeantxrogers

Bucky x Reader

The Winter Soldier was cold. Brutal. Unflinching. A machine formulated to comply. Bucky Barnes was the sun warming your skin, your happy pill. Loving him was like bittersweet liquor, sickeningly sweet when you sip, harsh and burning when you swallow.

6. Rooftop Sessions by @forever-rogue

Bucky x Therapist!Reader

Y/N is a therapist that works with war veterans that ends up meeting a mysterious stranger who asks for her help.

7. it’s all fun and games, until you catch feelings by @prettyyoungtragedy

Bucky x Reader

You’re pining after Steve and Bucky is pining after Nat, what better way to distract yourself from those two perfect humans than to distract yourselves with each other?! Fuck buddies it is then.

8. oh my delightful heart by @prettyyoungtragedy

Sequel to it’s all fun and games

Bucky Barnes is the sweetest dumbest most adoring boyfriend any girl could ever ask for... 

9. Follow My Lead by @ciarawritesmarvel ✨

Bucky x Reader

You and your new friend Wanda are enjoying a day together at the Avengers Tower, her giving you a tour around the place when you both run into the infamous Bucky Barnes. Moments later, he’s introducing you to Sam as his girlfriend and placing a kiss on your temple and you’re not sure you’ve ever been so confused in your life.

10. The Maid of Mr. Barnes by @disasterofastory

Mob!Bucky x Reader

You get a job as Mr. Barnes's maid. You heard about the notorious gangster, but since you desperately need money and a place to live, you are not in a position to be picky.

11. Guiding Light by @wkemeup ✨

Bucky x Avenger!Reader

It was supposed to be a simple mission. Get the intel and go home. Until everything goes wrong and you’re taken captive by Hydra. While you struggle to stay alive and hold your sanity, Bucky begins to lose himself to a darkness and gives into the soldier because he doesn’t know how to breathe without you. Not until he brings you home. If he even can.

12. Home | Better by @softlyspector ✨

Bucky x Reader Modern AU

Bucky comes home from his second tour overseas, after a long time away from the reader.

13. Mad For You by @i-am-a-closet-fanfic-fiend

Bucky x Reader Modern AU

Nat hosts a costume masquerade. Bucky meets the Alice to his Hatter. Shenanigans ensue. 

14. Sanguis Sanguinis Mei by @captainscanadian

Vampire!Bucky x Vampire!Reader

It took Bucky Barnes two centuries with the blood of his blood to realize how much he loved her. This is their story. 

15. Another World by @sinner-as-saint

Alien!Bucky x Reader

In a futuristic world - a millennium from now, you and your team rescue and care for stranded and hurt otherworldly beings; who are held captive and kept on Earth against their wills. You save them from the bad guys who exploit them. You help them adjust to your planet’s life, and give them their freedom back. Then one day, while on a rescue mission, you come across a human-like extraterrestrial being; in a cryogenic chamber, with a missing arm. And nothing is ever the same again…

16. Picking Up The Pieces by @gogolucky13

Bucky x Reader Modern AU

Bucky chooses to stay in his tumultuous relationship knowing you’ll be there to pick up the pieces, until finally you’re not.

17. Knight In Rusty Armor by @revengingbarnes ✨

Knight!Alpha!Bucky x Queen!Omega!Reader

For the sake of politics and to get rid of you, their omega daughter, the King and Queen of England marry you off to the King of France. Settling into an unfamiliar monarchy is a tedious process all by itself, but a new problem arises soon after your arrival at your new home. One of the Knights turns out to be your true mate. Your Alpha. The one you are meant to be with. But you’re mated to someone else. And that someone else is the King of France.

18. The Escaped Bride by @marvelouslytrekking

Pirate!Bucky x Reader

Being forced to marry someone was not something you wanted, but when it turns out that it is to your best friend, who you secretly loved, things weren’t so bad. Unfortunately, good things don’t seem to last and when the worst happens, you refuse to sit around and be miserable. Will you find true love again, or will your life be turned upside down?

19. Plot Twist by @winterarmyy

Mafia!Bucky x Reader

An arranged marriage with mafia!bucky.

20. The Road Goes Ever On and On by @rocketrhap3000 ✨

Bucky x Single Mom!Reader

Life as a single mother of a three year old certainly has its struggles. But when a sweet stranger makes his way into you and your little boy’s life, a one of a kind connection sparks.

21. you’re my desire by @marvelouslizzie & @notafunkiller

40s!Bucky x Reader

Your best friend drags you out on a double date. You were supposed to be Steve Rogers’ date but plans change pretty quickly and you end up in Bucky Barnes’ arms.

22. Death Do Us Part by @sgtjbuccky ✨

God Of Death!Bucky x Mortal!Reader

For centuries, the God of Death had known two things about mortals. One, they were his job, his to collect when their days came to an end, and two, they were obnoxiously odd beings. Their purpose ceased to make sense to him. Never did he understand why they created a life for themselves, why they loved, why they loved other mortals when they knew that none of it would last forever. It was nothing but sheer stupidity, but that was until he met you. A mortal unlike any other. A mortal that would make him question everything. A mortal that would teach the God of Death how to live.

23. Lost In Each Other by @majestyeverlasting ✨

Dad!Bucky x Mom!Reader

For Bucky, one of the best things to come home to is family. Especially after a day at work. So he's pleasantly surprised when you want to show him a new dress after dinner one night. And it just so happens that little Eden and Jamie find a way to work themselves into the equation. But it all makes for good fun and memories you will never forget.

24. Fight For Me by @littleseasiren

Bucky x Reader

After years in an abusive relationship, you finally get out. When the Avengers decide to raise awareness for your Battered Women's Home, you bump into Bucky Barnes, the hottest, most complicated man you've ever met. He thinks you're too good for him, but when your abusive ex reappears, Bucky knows he has to keep you safe - by any means necessary.

25. call me baby by @cherryrogers ✨

Biker!Bucky x Reader

Returning to Brooklyn for the summer after a year of travelling from city to city, you hadn’t expected to find your best friend, Peggy Carter, hopelessly in love with a biker, and when she decided to introduce you to the rest of his club, you hadn’t expected to fall for one either — that was until you met one with pretty eyes and a habit of calling you baby.

26. Static Verse by @theconstantsidekick ✨

Bucky x Enhanced!Reader

Tony Stark's sister's a fucking badass, codename—Static. Here's her story through the MCU.

27. Bygone by @borntobewondering

Bucky x Reader

You and Peter get sent back in time, and you fall in love with someone unexpected.

28. Clockwork by @aries-writingblog ✨

Bucky x Reader

Bucky has moved on. He’s found a place in the new world of the 21st Century. Found peace. But the past is always half a step behind him, waiting to snatch him backwards- like clockwork.

29. Deny the truth, set the world on fire by @lizatill

Bucky x Reader, Dark!Winter Soldier x Reader

He knew that she was having an affair...she denies, but the love marks on her body are still there. She can't tell him the truth, it will break him - the Winter Soldier is indeed inside of him, fucking her at night and Bucky doesn't remember.

30. Carnations by @viollettes

Bucky x Reader College AU

It’s a simple concept: Students can buy flowers for each other at the carnation sale. Red flowers are for love, pink flowers are for friendship, and white flowers are for expressing secret admiration. A carnation fundraiser, an iota of possibility, and a longtime secret crush on your hot best friend - what could go wrong?

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Winter solider!bucky x innocent!reader

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Some NSFW thoughts… (thank you @flordeamatista for the daydreams)

pairing: winter soldier x innocent!female reader (any race)

wc: 540

warnings: innocent/inexperienced reader, fingering, mirror kink, praise, pet name [princess]

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The Soldier knew from the moment he saw you that he wanted you. That soft look in your eyes, the way you shied away from every touch. He didn’t have to ask to know that you were inexperienced, innocent to the wants and needs of a man like him.

He knows exactly what he wants, knows how he’d touch you, feel you taste you. And the day he finally gets his hands on you, you know you’ll never be the same again.

The Soldier makes you tell him what you want, tells you to use your big girl words, tell him just what you want him to do.

--

“Come on, princess. I see how bad you want me, how needy you’re getting. You need me to show you? Need me to show you just how good I can make you feel?”

He walks you over to your full-length mirror and stands you in front of it. He runs his metal fingers over your skin, making you shiver, and you stare at the trail of goosebumps he leaves.

"Do you not know what you want, princess? Do you need me to show you what you need?" You nod, in a trance-like state, just the way he wants you.

You watch as he tugs your panties down your legs, letting them pool by your feet. He taps the inside of your thighs and you step your feet apart, showing him your pussy.

The Soldier runs his metal fingers down your tummy and teases your clit, his other hand gripping your hip. He looks so much bigger, looming over your shoulder to watch the mirror. He slides his fingers across your clit and circles your entrance but he doesn't press inside.

"You feel how sensitive you are?" He whispers in your ear. "Your legs are shaking already, so responsive for me, princess." You grip his wrists, holding on as best you can, silently begging him for more. Your mind spins, your chest heaves.

"Please, please," you whimper.

"You don't even know what you're begging for," he teases. " You need me to teach you." He slides a finger inside of your pussy, your wetness lubricating the metal. Your eyes flutter shut, but he slaps your inner thigh. "Eyes open, princess. Pay attention."

His thumb teases your clit as he pumps his finger inside of you, knocking the spot that makes your vision blur. He bites on your shoulder, leaving imprints of his teeth, and your legs turn to jelly.

The Soldier slides another finger into your pussy and you squirm at the stretch, but he talks you through it. "You're doing so good for me, princess. Taking my fingers so beautifully." He pumps his fingers faster, stroking your clit in tandem, and you clench around his fingers.

You whimper, unable to form the words to tell him you're close, but he can tell. The Soldier knows you better than you know yourself.

"Come all over my fingers, princess, show me how much you need me." You fall apart at his words, turning into a puddle in his arms. He holds you to himself, and you feel his cock press against your back.

"My turn," he whispers, staring darkly at your used body in the mirror.

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