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Last update: June 1st 2024 - Posted a Bucky Barnes one Shot: Bound for Ruin

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enigmatist17

RIP Anthony Stewart Head, you were an incredible actor, and we really have lost another amazing person in these tough times 💔

Fly high Giles, you will be missed 💔

solarsthoughts

it’s a canon event.

fevermuffin

Gimme, that writing of yours

jpat82

Chosen

Chapter 4

Seconds that was all you had before you felt him snag your arm, pulling you hard. Your body crashing into his solid chest. His warm mouth surrounding the pain that speared into your neck as his fangs pierced the delicate skin. He held tight to you, your body rigid in his arms as a low growl came from deep within him. You could feel the warmth of your blood trickle down, slowly traveling before snaking it’s way between breasts. Your body slowly becoming limp the longer he held you.

“I told you not to run, foolish girl, I thought you were smarter then that.” He hissed as he removed his mouth from your throat. You felt weak, all energy in your body seemed drained, he swung his arm under the back of your knees and pulled your body up. “Silly child, you will learn your place.”

“My place?” You whispered, unable to fight against him as he carried you back to the house.

“Your place, beside me.” He stated sternly as he kicked open the front door.

“I would rather die.” You responded weakly.

You rested your head against him as he walked into the building, the warmth slowly started spreading out through you body. A shiver coursed through you as the chill from outside still lingered in your bones. He walked through the hall passing Steve again who had raised his eyebrow looking at your drenched form. James stopped as he entered the room from earlier, the turned to face Steve.

“Can you have Wanda or Vision prepare her some food, have one of them go into town to gather supplies to take care of a human.” James stated softly, the other man nodded and started to turn away. “And Steve, let the others know if they find her she is not to be harmed. Since someone seems to want to be an escape artist, they are to come find me instead.”

“Sure thing Buck.” Steve smiled, at that moment, the smile, the light catching the fair haired man’s eyes you could of easily forgotten what they were.

Bucky turned crisply and climbed the stairs taking two at a time. You blinked slowly feeling a wave of exhaustion ripple through you again. At least now you knew why you hadn’t felt quite right, James admitted of taking too much of your blood.

“You need to rest.” He told you as he crossed into his room, you wanted to glare at the bed that was rapidly becoming your prison.

He moved the curtain back with his shoulder as he gently set you back on the plush mattress. You rolled and stood on weak legs, looking up at him as defiantly as you could. James smiled and shook his head at your stubbornness, he rested his fist on his hips and sighed heavily.

“You, Doll, are a very stubborn woman.” He chuckled walking over to the door shutting it softly.

Your body trembled the longer you stood, watching as he crossed the room to a dresser. He pulled the drawer open and pulled out another silk gown out before walking back over to you. You looked down at the garment in his hand before returning your stare to him.

“You seem to have a lot of women’s under garments in your room, how many of them do you sleep with in here?” You attempted to spit out, the vibrato lacking in your words.

“None, no one stays in my room.” He replied, setting the silk on the bed next to you before reaching out and grasping the hem of the one you where currently wearing. “I like the fabric, it’s rich. It feels nice to the touch, and in the right context, very sexy.”

“No.” You pleaded as he started to pull the gown you were wearing up, your hands pushing it back down.

“You are drenched, and cold. I’m not about to let you linger in your gown, I have already seen you naked when I changed you out of your hunters gear earlier.” He mused, pushing your hands away and started to pull the fabric up over your head. “I’m not about to force myself on you in the condition you’re in now, I’m not a complete heathen.”

“You’re disgusting.” You quipped back as he finally succeed on pulling the silk over your head, leaving you completely naked in front of him.

James let the item fall to the floor and it made a wet thud as it hit the wood. You crossed your arms to cover yourself, feeling completely exposed to him. He bent next to you and lifted the dry gown from the edge of the bed, his eyes never wandered.

“You need to lift your arms for this to work, I can’t help you if you don’t help me.” He stated.

You took a deep breath as you lifted your arms, allowing him to pull the silk down your body. It was almost too much, the events of the evening. Your legs gave out and you started to fall, James grabbed a hold of you, holding you to his body. Again the smell of spices wafted around you and your body relaxed further. He stepped forward, backing you into the mattress and gently set you down.

“Why?” You asked.

“Why what?” He responded, stepping back and unbuttoning the first few buttons on his shirt before reaching back and pulling his shirt off.

“Why haven’t you killed me?” You watched him, taking in his toned body. He unbuckled the belt on his pants and you averted your eyes.

“Because, y/n, I plan on keeping you as I said. Can’t do that if I kill you.” He replied, walking over and cupping your chin. He lifted your head up. “Open your eyes, child.”

You tried to shake your head, tried to pull your face free but you didn’t have the energy.

“I said open your eyes.” His demand was harsher then before. And you did as you were told, slowly opening them, you were greeted by his blue inches from yours. “Even though I have told the others not to hurt you, I can’t promise you they won’t. I want you to stay safe, and for that to happen I need you to do as I ask.”

“What are you going to do to me?” You whispered, feeling a tear snake it’s way down the side of your face. Tenderly he caressed the spot with his thumb, his eyes flicking down to your lips briefly before raising to meet your eyes again.

“Nothing, not until you ask me.” He replied, slowly moving his hand from your face.

Your eyes dropped, James was naked before you. You could see the muscle definition through every part of his body, and you averted your gaze away from him. He was large, every part of him was and you could feel the heat creep up your face. You heard him chuckle as his feet softly treaded across the room to the opposite side of the bed.

The bed dipped behind you and your eyes widen at the thought of him crawling into bed completely nude with you. Slowly you looked over your shoulder, his bare hip was partially exposed as he reached over to turn the table side lamp off. The room still held a bit of light, morning rays peeking around the edges of the heavy black curtain that had been pulled over the window. You heard him chuckle softly from behind you again, the tips of his fingers tracing down your spine.

“Kitten, lay down, you need to rest. I already promised that I wouldn’t force myself on you and I’m not going to harm you.” He told you softly, his hand tenderly taking yours and pulled gently.

“You’ve already hurt me though.” You replied, allowing him to pull you backward toward the mattress.

“I won’t hurt you further.” He whispered, you body continued to move almost on its own accord, spellbound by his hypnotic scent.

“Why do you smell so good, and why does it keep me feeling drawn to you?” You found yourself asking, sliding your body up to his, inhaling deeply, a warm feeling pulsed through your body. He slipped a finger under your chin and lifted again so your eyes met his.

“It’s because I’m an ancient, all of us were like this. I don’t know why, but the ones we create don’t have it. It’s a type of lure.” He whispered, his head dipping and his lips brushed yours lightly. You want to recoil away from him, the instrument of his murders currently pressed on your lips, but you found yourself kissing him back. He tilted his head back, breaking the kiss. “It only works on certain mortals, I don’t know why either but it doesn’t work on everyone and you’re the first in a very long time it’s worked on.”

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shadowsof-thenight

I like her spunk. She keeps fighting, knowing what her future can hold if she doesn't. Despite the bloodloss, the soaked through clothes and likely accompanying Hypothermia. Seems he likes it though, so it's not really helping her case.

"I'm not a complete heathen." he said while holding her hostage and taking her blood against her will, more than once.

#Recommendation #Bucky Barnes AU

nondelphic

“you should write every day” bestie i’m trying to live every day. write?? i barely eat enough fruit.

phenomenal-savage

Are you reading my mind or what?? 😧😧😧

writers-bane

ladyignatius4

Writing a first draft is just telling yourself the story.

Editing is cursing your past self for how poorly you told it.

http-tempted

when you listen to a song and it gives you inspiration to daydream an answer to the plot hole in the story building inside your head

alphashley14

Inside every writer there is a Tolkien and a C.S.Lewis.

The Tolkien demands everything be explained, that every decision has a purpose, that everything makes sense, that all plot holes are filled, etc.

The C.S. Lewis says, “Fuck you, I do what I want.”

midnightskywrites

writers really will spend twenty minutes pacing around the kitchen thinking “this scene is genius” and then sit down to type and suddenly remember approximately three words and one emotional vibe

theunfortunate-author

my daily affirmation as an author

jpat82

Chosen

Chapter 3

Your eyes fluttered opened, greeted by deep crimsons once again. You stared up at the canopy above you, the velvet bowing in slightly toward you. Inhaling deeply once again you were greeted by the sweet heavy spices of James. The bed dipped next to you and slowly you turned your head looking over to him. He had changed into a white dress shirt, and you could make out the outline of his metal arm through the fabric.

He held out a glass of water to you, his eyes softly landing on you once more. You turned away from him, not wanting to interact with him any further. You had to formulate a plan on how to escape the pack and their nest, get back to where you belonged. away from them.

“I understand your leeriness of me, but please do not do anything brash.” He told you softly, you could feel the bed move from behind you. The glass made a small clink as he set it on the end table next to the bed. “I have some business to attend to downstairs, I promise to explain once I return.”

You refused to roll over and acknowledge him, your mind already reeling as you heard him cross the room on the other side of the curtain. The door clicked closed and you heard a soft unmistakable of a click of a lock. You rolled off the bed, becoming slightly tangled in the silk sheets, attempting not to stagger as you caught yourself on the bedpost to keep from falling.

Looking down you noticed your tactical pants and black tank were missing, replaced by a little pink silk night gown. You rolled your eyes as you walked over to the large window looking out, droplets of rain slowly traveled down the glass plane. You were on the second floor of the house, quickly you searched the room for rope of some kind but coming up short till you looked once again to the bed, crimson silk sheets partially pooled on the floor.

The world spun as you rushed to the sheets ripping them from the bed.

——

“Steve, I can’t believe he brought her here!” Natasha snapped as she paced the darkened library.

“Bucky does like a new thrill.” Steve suggested with a shrug, he didn’t bother to look up at the fuming woman as he cleaned out from under his nail with knife.

“But he brought her, one of them, not some regular human, into our home!” She raged on as Steve flicked his knife and sheathed it. “And to top it off, he chose her! She’s in his bed!”

“You know, Nat, jealously doesn’t look so good on you.” Steve remarked, pulling himself from the plush leather couch. She shot daggers in his direction as he slowly started to walk toward the door.

“It’s not jealousy when I don’t want a killer in our home, that’s all they do Steve, kill our kind for sport. And given the opportunity that is exactly what she’ll do!” Natasha seethed, her red eyes baring into him.

“Look Nat, Bucky wouldn’t do anything to put us in harms way. You know that, you just can’t handle the idea that he chose to take her to his bed, he has chosen her, not you.” Steve replied coolly, he stood at the doorway, his hand on the door jam. He turned slightly to look back at her, his eyes mirroring the red glow coming from hers. “What he sees in her, I don’t know but if I were you I’d keep that jealousy of yours at bay. I’ve seen what Bucky can do to one of his own that crosses him.”

——

Your grip faltered on the silk that was being soaked by the steady drizzle that was coming down, the chilly wind nipping at your exposed flesh. You were only half way down the two stories when you hands have out and you fell the remaining distance, pain blossoming up through your ankle. Looking upward to the open window you prayed no one heard your fall.

Your vision swam as you pushed yourself to your feet, limping quickly on unsteady feet. You wrapped your arms around your torso, trying to keep some semblance of warmth. Slowly you headed away from the building, to the thick forest surrounding it, till James stepped out from behind a tree, the shadows obscuring his face. You stopped, your heart began to accelerated once more.

“Doll, I’m deep offended you would ruin the bed sheets that way, though impressed.” He stated, taking a step out from the low branches the faint moonlight the peeked out from behind rain heavy clouds catching his face.

“I’m not staying here, not with you!” You shouted, finally finding your voice.

“I don’t think you have much of choice in that matter.” He snipped, you began to back away, looking at the trees surrounding you from the corners of your eyes.

“I will not stay here with something like you! I have killed your vile kind, wretched beings.” You spat out, you slipped while you backed away, falling to the wet ground. Mud covered your knees as you back peddled away.

“There are none like me, ancients like me don’t exist anymore because of hunters like you.” He growled, you pushed yourself back up, trying to keep some distance between the two of you. “I wasn’t created, I was born the way I am and once there was many of us pure beings, apex hunters is what we were but then you humans had to take it upon your own hands to destroy things you had no business meddling in.”

“Pure?” You scoffed, slowly you began to limp toward the tree line to the side of the house, keeping James in sight while you did. “You are anything but pure! Vile, disgusting creatures of the dark that prey on humans, taking blood that isn’t yours. You are an abomination upon on this earth, that’s what you are.”

You heard him chuckle darkly from behind you as you finally reached the trees, your shoulder brushing against the rough bark. You stopped for a moment to get the fuzzy feeling in the back your head to subside before pressing on, a deep part of you knew you would not escape him. Something was wrong with you and your ankle was injured, but you couldn’t give up. You had to get away from him before he killed you, this was all a cat and mouse game, nothing more to him.

“An abomination?” He chuckled, his slow gait never changed as he trailed along behind you. “I think I’ve been called that more then once in my life, and worse. Maybe I am, but that doesn’t mean I have any less of a right to live than you.”

“You kill and feed on humans,” You breathed, looking over your shoulder at him. His white dress shirt clung to him, drenched through, the muscles beneath were visible through the fabric. His pants stuck to his thighs, for the first time you could see that he was nothing but solid muscle. “You have no right to live.”

He moved faster then you expected when you made an attempt to bolt into the forest. You were slammed back first into a tree, a strong vise like grip pinning your hip to the hard wet bark behind you. James’s breath fanning out over your neck, his lips hovering dangerously close to your exposed neck. A shiver coursed it’s way down your spine, you blinked as the rain drops traveled down you upturned face, his left handle cradling your chin forcing your head heaven ward.

“As I said, do not run, it makes you prey in our eyes.“ He whispered, his full lip brushing softly against the tender skin of your neck. "And doll, you don’t want me to hurt you anymore then I have. I can’t drink much more of you.”

“What do you mean?” You whispered, his scent washing over you again, comforting you and it made you want to give yourself over to the creature. The man who’s lips were dangerously close to your life line, his wet hair plastered to his the sides of face.

“I lost control, and took more then I should of. You taste so sweet.” He murmured, his tongue flicking out across your throat at the pulse point. You felt your body tremble at his admission, your heart rate speeding up faster then it had before. “So sweet and so full of life.”

“I’m not.. I’m not..” You stuttered, feeling fear course through you, your breath coming out in ragged breaths. “You didn’t..”

“Sentences doll, use your words.” Slowly he pulled his head back away from your exposed neck, still cradling your chin so you were forced to look up at him. His eyes glowing a neon blue as he looked down into your face.

“Please tell me, you didn’t make me into some kind of monster.” You pleaded, feeling a slow tear mix with the cold rain as it traveled down your cheek.

“I haven’t, yet.“ He whispered, his eyes traveling down your face to your lips as he took a step back, taking in your body. The silk becoming almost sheer from the rain, he could see the way it hugged your body, the outline from your harden nipples. His lips tugged up at the corner of his mouth, a fang showing in the process. "You will beg me to when I finally do.”

The thought of being like him and the others in the house made your stomach lurch. You hated their kind, everything about them, it wasn’t natural. You watched him as he smirked, seemingly lost in thought, and you took the moment to bolt. Pain springing up from your injured ankle but you pressed on nevertheless.

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shadowsof-thenight

I know I take months between chapters, but I do truly enhoy this story. Little hints and suggestive language keep me so engaged and I want to know exactly what happens next.

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