Pairing: Vampire!Bucky Barnes x fem!Reader; John Walker x fem!Reader (for now)
Warnings: nightmares, angst, awful boyfriend, daydreaming, vampire Bucky, mind-manipulation, seduction, longing, vampire au, mentions of blood, more to be added
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
Vampire AU Masterlist
Kinktober 2023 Masterlist
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.”
Hi! I'm currently looking for a vampire!bucky barnes fic where their families hated each other but they were in love and their families had sent out hitmen to kill the other. He survived but she didn't and so he had to wait for her to be reborn and remember him? It was a multi part fic and it was absolutely amazing!
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
masterlist
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!
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.
BunBun's Spoop-tober Collection Masterlist / Main Masterlist
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.
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)
________________________________________
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."
___________________________________________
[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
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.
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.
------------------------
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—“
