Easy to Break
Pairing: vampire!Buckyxvampirehunter!reader Tags: smut, captor/captive, light stockholm syndrome, dry humping, p in v, biting, vampire bites, blood drinking, praise, aftercare
Summary: In which you get captured by the vampire you were supposed to kill.
It was meant to be an easy mission: enter, divert the vampire’s attention while your group eliminated its tribe, and then escape.
The distinction between this vampire and the ones you had previously encountered was something you failed to consider. He seemed different, quicker, bigger, stronger. Additionally, you were unaware that your team had no intention of returning for you.
So when James Buchanan Barnes, the strongest vampire on the planet, caught you you still hoped for them to rescue you, a hope that was quickly replaced with dread when you saw fresh blood tickling from his mouth. You tried to put up a fight, tried to resist but he was quick to inject something in your neck that made the world go black.
When you woke up, you were immediately engulfed in expensive fabrics like silk and satin. As you tried to find where you were you glanced around, the pain in your brain slowly subsiding the more your eyes stayed open. Were you in a bedroom, but you lived in a S.H.I.E.L.D. base with the other vampire hunters, so it was definitely not your own room.
The door opened as soon as you sat up, and James entered wearing an all-black suit. When he noticed you were awake, he approached the bed cautiously and grinned. “You’re awake. Good.” he spoke in a low voice, “Thanks for the dinner, by the way. It was delicious.” Your brows furrowed in confusion until you realized he was talking about your team, “You killed them.” your voice was broken, your throat rough from lack of water.
He nodded nonchalantly, sitting down on the bed next to you. “Yes, I did. They tasted… Exceptional. Just like you will.” he reached out and gently tilted your chin up with his metal hand, “But don’t worry, you’re not on the menu for tonight.”
The cold metal sent shivers down your spine. He noticed your reaction, a smirk playing on his lips, “Cold, isn’t it? But don’t worry, I’ll keep you warm.” he leaned in closer, his breath hot against your ear, “You see, I have a proposition for you.”
“I don’t make deals with monsters.” you spat out.
He laughed, a deep, throaty sound, “Monsters?” he repeated, amusing himself, “And what are you, sweetheart? You hunt my kind. That doesn’t make you an angel?” he leaned back slightly, his eyes glinting dangerously. “No, no, no… Your kind is evil, I- We are doing the right thing.”
He raised an eyebrow, “The right thing? Killing innocent people because they’re different? Because they have fangs and drink blood?” he shook his head slowly, “That’s not right, sweetheart. That’s bigotry.” he paused, studying your face.
“If we don’t hunt you, you’ll kill us.” He chuckled dryly, “Only if provoked. But that doesn’t matter now, does it?” he stood up abruptly, pacing around the room, “Your team is dead. And now you’re mine. So here’s my proposition.” he stopped pacing and looked at you intensely.
He took a deep breath, his eyes never leaving yours. “You stop hunting my kind. You stay here with me. You’ll have privileges, you’ll be safe, warm, fed. And I’ll keep you alive… At least for now.” he smirked darkly.
He stepped closer, his voice dropping to a low, hypnotic tone, his metal hand gently traced your jawline, “Or I can snap your neck right now and be done with it.”
Seeing the confusion and fear in your eyes, James softened his expression slightly. He knew he was terrifying you, but he needed you to understand the gravity of his offer. “I’m not asking you to love me or anything stupid like that.” he paused, “Just survive.” “Why? Why would you propose something like this?”
He hesitated for a moment before answering, “Because... you’re not like the others. I don’t find myself wanting to kill you.” he met your gaze seriously. “Alright.” you wiped a lone tear away from your cheek.
His expression darkened slightly. He knew that this was the moment where he had won. You were going to be his, whether you liked it or not. He watched as you wiped away the tear, your hands shaking slightly. He could smell your fear, your anxiety.
He stepped closer, wrapping his large arms around you possessively. “From now on, you sleep with me. You eat with me. You breathe with me.” his voice was firm, leaving no room for argument, “And you never, ever try to run away. Because if you do…”
“I won’t.” for now at least. You would be his perfectly obedient pet, waiting for the right moment to escape.
He nodded, seeming satisfied with your response. He knew you well enough to realize that you were only agreeing to his terms for now, biding your time until you could make an escape. He didn’t mind though; he enjoyed the chase. “Good girl.”
He leaned down, inhaling your scent deeply. He nuzzled into your neck, his cold breath sending shivers down your spine. “Let’s get you cleaned up and fed.” he picked you up bridal style, carrying you towards what you assumed was his bedroom. “You must be exhausted.”
“I can walk.”
He ignored your protest, continuing to carry you in his arms. He enjoyed the feeling of having you so close, so helpless. Once they reached his bedroom, he gently placed you on the large four-poster bed, “Sit.” he commanded, pointing to the bed.
You stayed still.
He raised an eyebrow at your obedience, a small smirk playing on his lips. He walked over to a nearby dresser, pulling out some clean clothes for you. “You can relax for a bit. I’m not going to touch you… Not yet.” he set the clothes on the bed beside you.
“Can I take that shower now?”
He considered your request for a moment before nodding, “Fine.” he walked over to the en-suite bathroom, turning on the shower for you. “But don’t even think about locking the door.” he warned, his gaze piercing as he looked at you, “I’ll break it down if I have to.” “Can I close it, at least?” He sighed, running a hand through his dark hair, “Yes, you can close it. But I’ll be standing right outside that door, so don’t get any ideas.” he stepped back into the bedroom, giving you some privacy. You exhaled as you closed it, leaning against the wood as you tried to calm down your heart.
He stood on the other side of the door, listening to your rapid heartbeat. He could smell your fear and uncertainty wafting under the door. A small part of him felt guilty for terrifying you, but the hunter in him admired your survival instinct, “Take your time.” he murmured softly. “T-thank you.” you got under the water, quickly washing away the dirt from the mission.
He leaned against the wall outside the bathroom, his keen hearing picking up every sound you made. The sound of the water running, your soft humming as you washed yourself. He found himself getting distracted, imagining you naked and wet behind that door. “You done?” he asked after almost half an hour had passed.
“Sorry.” you said as you opened the door. The clothes he gave you were a bit big but comfortable and clean.
He turned around when he heard the door open, his eyes roaming over your borrowed clothes. The t-shirt hung loose on your frame, reaching your mid-thigh and making you look even smaller and more fragile, he loved it, “Feeling better?” “Yes, t-thank you.”
He nodded, trying to keep his gaze on your face and not let it wander down to your exposed legs. “You’re not going to try to run while I’m gone, are you?” he asked jokingly, but there was an underlying seriousness to his tone, “Later I’m gonna go feed.” “No.” you whispered, “Are you gonna feed on me?”
His eyes darkened at the mention of feeding on you. He took a step closer, invading your personal space, “Not today.” he murmured, lifting a hand to gently tilt your chin up, “But soon.” he promised darkly, his thumb brushing against your lower lip, “For now, come eat something.”
“I don’t think I can eat.” He frowned slightly, noticing how pale you looked. He knew you were still scared and traumatized from the mission. “You need to eat something.” he said firmly, leading you out of the bathroom and into the bedroom. “You’ll feel better with something in your stomach.”
You nodded.
He sat you down on the bed and grabbed a tray of food from the nightstand. It was simple - a bowl of soup, some bread, and a glass of water. He placed the tray in your lap and sat down beside you. “Eat.” he commanded, his eyes watching you closely.
“You eat human food too?” you asked
He let out a small chuckle. “Sometimes.” he admitted. “I prefer blood, obviously, but I still eat regular food sometimes.” he nudged the bowl of soup closer to you. “That soup is chicken noodle. It’ll make you feel better.”
“Why do you care?” you whispered, “Why are you being nice to me, it confuses me.”
He stilled at your question, his expression softening slightly. He looked away, his jaw clenching. “I don’t know.” he said honestly. “Maybe because you’re so fucking breakable.” he murmured, turning back to you. “And I have a thing for broken things.”
He watched you carefully, noticing how your hands trembled slightly as you held the spoon. He knew you were still scared, still unsure about him. He sighed softly and reached out, gently wrapping his hand around yours to steady it. “Eat the soup before it gets cold.”
He sat silently next to you, his eyes never leaving you as you drank the entire thing without complaint. He took the empty plate from your hands and placed it back onto the nightstand before standing up. “I’m going to feed.” he said simply. “Stay in bed and rest.”
You nodded.
He disappeared into the shadows of the room, moving so quickly that you couldn’t follow his movements. Suddenly, there was a soft thud and the sound of something struggling against the wall nearby. A muffled cry echoed through the room, followed by James’s low growl.
You stood up, walking towards the sound. You changed floors, walked hallways and opened doors.
As you stepped into the darkened room, you saw James standing over a man he had pinned against the wall. The man was struggling weakly, his eyes wide with terror as James’s fangs sank into his neck. James’s eyes were closed in blissful feeding mode. You gasped, covering your mouth with your hand.
James’s eyes snapped open at the sound of your gasp. He pulled away from the man’s neck immediately, turning to face you with blood staining his lips and chin. The man slid down the wall unconscious or dead, James didn’t care which, “Get out.” he snapped coldly. You were frozen in place, too scared to move.
James’s eyes darkened as he saw your frozen state. He took a step towards you, his movements predatory. “I said GET OUT!” he roared suddenly, his voice echoing through the room. The sudden loud noise broke your trance and you stumbled backwards quickly.
You turned and ran back the way you came, tears streaming down your face. James watched you go with a mix of anger and something else, regret perhaps, but didn’t chase after you immediately. Instead, he kicked the unconscious man aside and wiped his mouth roughly, “Fuck…” You ran until you found yourself lost in a dead end.
Your small body slammed against the wall as you came to an abrupt stop. You were trapped in a dead-end hallway, your chest heaving with panicked breath. You could hear the soft echo of James’s enraged roar and the dragging of a body being pulled across the floor somewhere behind you.
You turned your back to the wall, trying to catch your breath. His shadow emerged from the darkness first, followed by his tall, muscular frame dripping with menacing energy. Blood still coated his lips as he approached slowly like a predator cornering its frightened prey, “Running away won’t help sweetheart.” he growled soft and dangerous.
“I’m sorry.” you shook your head, “I-” He ignored your apology, his eyes zeroing in on the rapid pulse point at your neck. He could hear your heart racing like a frightened animal. His voice dropped to a low hiss, “You interrupted my feeding. You saw things you weren’t supposed to see.”
“I didn’t see anything.” you shook your head in a desperate motion, “I’m sorry.”
He mocked your apology with a cold laugh that sent shivers down your spine, “You saw enough.” he reached out and grabbed your arm, pulling you roughly towards him. His other hand came up to grip your chin, forcing you to look up at him, “Now I have a choice to make.”
His eyes met your terrified ones.
He stared into your wide, fearful eyes and felt a strange pang in his chest. You looked so fragile, so tiny compared to him. So easy to break. “Either I lock you back in this room and forget this ever happened.” his thumb brushed over your trembling lip, “Or I make sure you never speak about what you saw tonight.” his voice was low and threatening, his eyes darkening with something dangerous. He knew how to make people disappear, how to make sure no one ever found their bodies. “Please don’t kill me.” you trembled, “I’m sorry I disobeyed you, I’ll never do that again.”
Your plea caught him off guard, making his hand freeze where it gripped your chin. Something about your terrified submission made his violent urges falter. You looked so utterly defeated and scared, like a cornered animal waiting for the killing blow. “Shut up.” he snapped suddenly.
He pushed you away from him roughly, turning his back on you. He took a deep breath, trying to calm the storm of anger and hunger inside him. He didn’t want to kill you. He didn’t want to hurt you. “Don’t ever leave the room without me or my permission ever again. Back to the room, now.” he ordered.
You stepped away from him, your bare feet running on the cold stone floor. He listened as your footsteps retreated quickly, the sound fading into silence. He stood alone in the dark hallway for a long moment, his hands clenched into fists at his sides. Finally, he let out a heavy sigh and followed after you, moving silently through the shadows.
He was already back in the room when you opened the door.
He was leaning against the wall, arms crossed, eyes piercing through the dim light as you entered. The door clicked shut behind you with a soft thud, sealing you back into his private hell. “Come here.” his voice was dangerous and commanding, “Now.” You obeyed, stepping further into the room.
He watched as you approached him hesitantly, your tiny feet padding softly against the carpet. When you were within reach, he uncrossed his arms and grabbed your wrist, pulling you closer. You stumbled into his chest, looking up at him with those big, scared eyes.
“Don’t disobey me ever again.” he said gruffly, his large hand wrapping around your tiny wrist like a shackle. He hated how small you were, how fragile. It made him feel like a monster, “If you ever disobey me again, I won’t be so nice.” “I’m so sorry.”
He felt your apology like a knife to the chest. You were scared. Really scared. He let out a dark chuckle, releasing your wrist and pushing you away gently. “Sit.” he commanded, pointing to the floor at his feet, “On the fucking floor, where you belong.” He hated being harsh, but he needed to make you feel like you were paying for your disobedience. You knelt on the cold floor.
He looked down at you, knelt at his feet like a punished puppy. Your head was bowed, hiding those big eyes from him. He could see your shoulders shaking slightly, you were crying silently. His jaw tightened. He was good at intimidating people. At making them fear him, “Look up.” You couldn’t, your body wouldn’t cooperate.
“I said LOOK UP!” he roared suddenly, making you jump. Tears spilled over your cheeks as you slowly lifted your head, meeting his furious gaze. “Good girl.” he murmured darkly, crouching down so he was eye level with you.
He reached out and wiped away your tears roughly with his thumb, his touch surprisingly gentle despite his harsh words earlier. His other hand came up to grip your chin firmly but not painfully, “Shh... I’m not going to hurt you, just stay quiet and still.”
He studied your face closely, seeing the fear and confusion in your eyes. He suddenly felt guilty for scaring you even more. But he pushed the feeling aside. He couldn’t afford to be soft with you. Not right now. “Such a good girl…” he repeated softly. “So quiet, so obedient…” “Please don’t hurt me.” you begged.
His heart twisted at your pitiful begging. He hated himself for making you feel this way. For reducing you to a sniveling mess. “I won’t.” he said gruffly, releasing your chin, “If you keep quiet and do as I say, I won’t hurt you.” “I’ll do what you want.”
He stood back up, looming over you intimidatingly, “Good.” he nodded once, satisfied with your obedience. “Stay here. And don’t even think about getting up.” he ordered before turning and walking away, leaving you alone on the cold floor. James disappeared into the bathroom, the door clicking shut behind him.
You stood still, scared shitless.
He locked the bathroom door and leaned against it, his heart pounding in his chest. He felt like a monster. He was treating you like a prisoner, threatening you with violence and using your fear to his advantage. But he needed to make you fear him. He needed to keep you compliant, “Fuck.” he stuttered through his teeth.
When he came back you were still in the same spot, but your body was sprawled on the floor, sleeping.
He paused in the doorway, his eyes widening as he took in your sleeping form. You looked so small and vulnerable curled up on the cold floor, your breathing soft and even. Something in his chest twisted painfully at the sight. He approached you slowly, crouching down beside you. He gently touched your cheek, his fingers brushing against your soft skin. You didn’t wake up, but you nuzzled into his touch like a cat seeking warmth. He froze, his hand stiffened on your face. You were actually seeking comfort from him in your sleep, “Why are you doing this to me…” he muttered looking up, almost as if he was speaking directly with God.
He quickly scooped you up into his arms, your body fitting perfectly against his chest. He knew he shouldn’t do this but he couldn’t leave you on the cold floor any longer. He carried you over to the bed and laid you down gently under the covers.
The next day you opened your eyes, finding yourself tangled in satin sheets and something harder. He was lying behind you, his body curved around yours protectively like a predator guarding its prey. Except you weren’t prey right now. You were something else entirely. He didn’t move when you stirred, pretending to be asleep. He wanted to see what you’d do.
Your heart started racing as you took in your surroundings. Your breath became ragged as you tried to move away from him.
His arms tightened around your waist instantly, pulling you back against him. He nuzzled his face into the back of your neck, inhaling your sweet scent. Fuck, he hated how good you smelled. How good you felt pressed against him. “Stop moving.” he growled sleepily.
“Yesterday I- I fell asleep on the floor…” “And now you’re awake in my bed.” he stated simply, his voice rough with sleep. He burrowed his face further into the crook of your neck, his fangs scraping against your pulse point. You froze, remembering the threat from yesterday. He was hungry, and you were right here.
He could feel your pulse racing against his fangs, hear your heart pounding in your chest. The scent of your blood was driving him crazy. He pressed his lips against your neck, kissing gently before his fangs sank into your flesh without warning, “Shh…” he murmured against your skin,
You whined in pain. His hand immediately clamped over your mouth to silence you as he continued to feed. The pain would only last a moment, he knew that. His tongue swirled over the puncture marks, soothing the wound as he drank deeply. His other arm wrapped tightly around your waist, holding you in place.
His tongue felt nice, too nice, and you found yourself relaxing against his hard chest.
His grip on your waist tightened possessively as he felt you relax against him. His feeding slowed, turning more sensual than necessary. He was no longer hungry, he was… Enjoying himself? One hand slid up to tangle in your hair while the other remained clamped over your mouth.
You whimpered against his hand. His fangs retracted slowly, his tongue replacing them completely as he lapped at the wounds. The sound of your whimper went straight to his groin, making him hard instantly. He rolled you onto your back without warning, his body pressing between your legs as he continued to lap and lick.
“Don’t stop, please don’t stop.” you begged him. He groaned against your neck at your plea, his hips grinding slowly against yours. Fuck, he was getting aroused from feeding and you were begging him not to stop. He pulled back slightly, licking his lips as he stared down at your neck, “You’re enjoying this?”
“Y-yes.” you admitted ashamed of your body responding to his .
His eyes flared with hunger and something else, satisfaction maybe. He lowered his head back to your neck, but this time his fangs were gone. He kissed and sucked at the marks he’d made, his tongue swirling around them possessively. You moaned softly.
His hips moved deliberately against you, grinding his hardness between your legs. He was marking you with his teeth and his scent now, claiming you without actually taking you. One hand slid down to grip your thigh, pulling your leg up around his waist so he could get closer, “Spread your legs.”
Your legs fell open, the damp fabric of your panties was against his knee.
Fuck, you were soaking wet. He pulled back slightly to look down at your cunt, visible through the thin fabric. His fangs extended again, this time with lust rather than hunger, “Look at you...” You blushed.
“Don’t blush.” he growled, pressing his knee harder against your core, “You’re getting wet from being bitten. That’s fucking erotic.” he ground his knee against your pussy again, not penetrating but providing friction.
“Please- I need more.” you whined.
His eyes darkened at your whine. Fuck, you were so needy. He slid his hand down your leg and gripped your panties, pulling the fabric aside to expose your wet pussy. He stared at it for a moment before pressing his knee against your clit, “Like this?” You started to grind against his knee, needing friction.
He watched your face as you began to grind against his knee. You were so desperate and cute. He pressed harder against your clit, his knee moving in small circles to provide the most stimulation. “Use my fucking knee like a toy.” he hissed as you moaned louder.
“I need you, please.” your voice was broken by sobs of pleasure. His fangs lengthened at the sound of your broken, desperate voice: he needed to fuck you. But he wanted to hear more of those desperate whines first. “Need what?” he slowed his knee, denying you the friction you needed, “My tongue? My dick?” “Anything you can give me.” you whispered softly, still ashamed you were actually asking for this.
Your honesty made his cock ache. You’d gone from scared of him to begging for anything he’d give you. “Fuck, you’re so easy when you’re horny.” he slid his knee down, replacing it with two fingers pressing against your entrance. “Inside, please.”
He smirked at your polite request, his fingers pressing inside you slowly. Fuck, you were tight. He curled his fingers up, hitting your G-spot and making you moan loudly. “Such a good girl asking so nicely.” he began to finger fuck you slowly.
You moaned, biting your lip to keep quiet.
The quiet moans were even hotter than the loud ones. He added another finger, stretching you wider. “You’re taking my fingers so well, sweetheart.” he whispered, his thumb finding your clit and rubbing circles around it, “Such a good little slut for vampire fingers.”
Your eyes were unfocused. He grinned at your unfocused state, knowing he’d fucked you stupid with just his fingers. “Hey sweetheart.” he snapped his fingers in front of your face to get your attention, “Look at me.” he commanded, his belt and pants falling to the floor as he freed his hard, thick cock. He watched as you slowly came out of your haze, his cock throbbing with need. He wrapped a hand around it, stroking himself slowly as he looked at you with hungry eyes, “You’re going to be a good girl and take my cock now, aren’t you?” “Y-yes.’
He smirked at your hesitant response, knowing you were still sensitive from your orgasm but too desperate for more to refuse him anything right now, “That’s my girl.” he grabbed your hips and pulled you closer to him so that his cock was pressing against your wet entrance.
Your wet pussy felt so good against his cock. He began to slowly push inside you, watching your face for any sign of discomfort or pleasure. “Such a good girl taking my big fat cock.” he groaned, his hips slowly moving forward until he was buried deep inside you.
You moaned softly, your hands moving around his neck for support and need for contact. He wrapped an arm around your waist, holding you up while his other hand gripped your hip, slowly lifting you up and down on his cock, “Mmm, you feel so good sweetheart.” he whispered in your ear, his fangs lightly grazing your neck.
“Bite me again.” you whispered.
His eyes darkened at your request, his fangs immediately pressing into your neck as he began to thrust his hips upward, meeting you halfway as he drank from you again. “Fuck yes.” he groaned against your neck, his pace picking up as the taste of your blood and the tightness of your pussy drove him crazy.
The pain from the bite sent you over the edge again, coming around his cock as your eyes fell shut.
He felt your pussy clench around him tightly as you came again from the bite alone. His cock throbbed inside you at how sensitive and responsive your body was becoming due to the blood loss and pleasure combined together perfectly for him, “That’s my good girl.” he praised against your neck.
“Dizzy…” you mumbled after a while. He immediately stopped drinking, sealing the wound with his tongue and pulling you tightly against his chest as he continued to fuck you slowly. “Shh, I’ve got you.” he whispered soothingly into your ear while stroking your hair gently, “Just breathe sweetheart.”
The corner of your mouth lifted slightly, you liked seeing him so worried about you. He noticed the small smile on your lips despite being dizzy and it made his heart swell with affection for you mixed with guilt for making you so lightheaded, “I made you too dizzy didn’t I?” he asked gently, his hips still moving slowly but carefully now. “It’ll pass.” you whimpered.
He nodded, understanding that you were enjoying this even while dizzy. His girl was so fucking perfect for him, even half conscious from blood loss and orgasms she was still encouraging him not to stop. “Alright sweetheart.” he kissed your forehead softly.
He continued to move slowly inside you, his hands caressing your body gently as if reassuring you that he was taking care of you. His fangs retracted fully now, focusing solely on pleasuring you while being extra careful not to take more blood, “Look at me baby.” he whispered softly.
Your pussy clamped down around his shaft. He groaned deeply, his eyes rolling back at the feeling of your tight pussy gripping him so perfectly. “Fuck, do that again.” he commanded softly, his hips moving in shallow thrusts to keep the sensation going as you clamped down once again, “God, you’re perfect sweetheart.”
He felt his orgasm building quickly from the intense sensation of your pussy clamping down around him repeatedly due to the blood loss and pleasure overload. With a deep groan, he came inside you deeply, filling you completely while holding you tightly against his chest, “There we go baby…” You whimpered, moving closer to him.
He wrapped his strong arms around you, holding you tightly as he nuzzled your neck gently with his face. He could feel your heartbeat slowing down, your body relaxing against his. He knew you were becoming more and more dependent on him for support, both physically and emotionally.
He carefully lifted you up, still buried inside you, and carried you to the bathroom. Turning on the shower, he stepped inside with you in his arms, letting the warm water cascade over both of their bodies, “Let’s get you cleaned up, okay sweetheart?” he murmured softly against your neck. You nodded, your eyes closing.
He gently washed you, his movements slow and careful. He cleaned between your legs, washing away the evidence of their passionate encounter. He knew you were exhausted, both from the blood loss and the intense orgasms. He wrapped you in a warm towel after stepping out of the shower.
He carried you back to the bedroom and laid you down on the bed gently. He crawled beside you, pulling you into his arms and wrapping the blankets around you both, “ ‘m sleepy…” you muttered.
He smiled softly, knowing that you were already half-asleep. “Mhm, sleep sweetheart, sleep.” he whispered, running his fingers through your hair gently, “I’ll be here when you wake up.”
He kissed your forehead softly, holding you close as he felt your breathing even out. He knew that you needed rest more than anything right now, “My sweet girl…”
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