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gaysindistress · 1 year

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When Night Comes - one

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

pairing: Mob!Bucky Barnes x reader

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

word count: 2.1K

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“No.”

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

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

“I can once I see your ID.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Hey buddy, how was your day?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Are you seriously asking me out?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Why?”

“Because I want you to be there.”

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

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

“You still haven’t told me why.”

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

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

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

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

“What do I get out of it?”

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

“How big is this kickback going to be?”

“Like 50 people tops.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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sashaisready · 3 months

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The Blood Pact (completed)

Bucky Barnes Vampire AU x Female Reader

Reeling from a bad break-up, you're desperately trying to find a new place to live but the Brooklyn rental market is a complete nightmare. You take a chance on an intriguing newspaper ad and enquire about a room in a shared house, where you'd be living with two mysterious men. The catch is that they want something other than your money for you to pay the rent...the one thing they don't have

(This is reposted from my Wattpad/ao3 accounts).

Hello! This is a vampire AU set in present day in Brooklyn. Just a heads up that vampire Bucky is kinda an asshole in this one, not always as nice to reader as he should be - so prepare for some angst! He does soften up, though. Maybe a little enemies to lovers sprinkled in there, my fave.

Peter Quill is also reader's terrible ex, so he's not his usual charming self! Apologies if he's your fave. But Steve is very sweet and offsets the meanness somewhat, thankfully.

Warnings: Smut and sexual references, violence, detailed descriptions of vampires biting/drinking blood, swearing, insecurity and low self esteem for reader, hints at an emotionally abusive past relationship, references to past cheating, alcohol use, some bad treatment of reader by Bucky, injury/near death, potentially dubcon as it could be argued the vampire/human dynamic is on shaky ground in that sense - but reader is an enthusiastic participant. These warnings are not exhaustive so please proceed at your own risk.

In my head this Bucky is Civil War era Bucky - beefy with longer hair, but of course you are free to picture your favourite Bucky incarnation - that's the beauty of fic! Reader is fem, generally undescribed but has hair long enough to be in her face.

And yeah it’s purely self indulgent sexy vampire shit. Apologies.

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Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Chapter 15

Chapter 16

#vampire bucky barnes #bucky barnes #bucky barnes x you #bucky barnes x reader #the blood pact fic #james bucky barnes #Vampire bucky au #Vampire bucky x you #Vampire bucky x reader

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thatmexisaurusrex · 5 months

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The Nocturne March

This is for @runzu, a gift for the holiday season made for the @sambuckylibrary's SamBucky Gift Event 2023! I hope you enjoy this fun sequel to the vampire fic Midnight Lover, Ru!

The Nocturne March

Summary: An old vampire friend of Bucky's invites Sam and Bucky to a supernatural party.

Excerpt:

Sam wouldn’t usually go to the grocery store with Bucky. It almost felt too normal. It sounded like the start of a joke. A mortal man and his vampire boyfriend walk into a grocery store… But here Sam was, watching Bucky push a shopping cart dressed as if he were going to the opera after this.

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#sbgift2023 #sambucky #sam wilson #bucky barnes #sambucky fic #demisexual sam wilson #vampire bucky barnes #christmas fluff #light angst #established relationship #my fic #The Nocturne March

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imyourbratzdoll · 1 year

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I got a Thot smutt idea

Vampire steve x succubus reader x vampire bucky! They think they lure a human but instead they got along too well as a monster relationship the boys love reader and reader loves them . They are mostly romantic and that insatiable in bed plus amazing when hunting. Reader feels the same , one time they ask if they can taste her blood , reader agrees if she gets to try to taste them too . They did and the boys got addicted to her blood as they described its like a sweet honey like drug better than any human

this is a great idea - I won’t write a full fic because it’s basically already done for me haha. But I can do somewhat of a small drabble?

the gif I use isn't mine, divider by @newlips

When the men saw you, they couldn’t look away. You were too beautiful for a human, but their minds were clouded. All of the women in the room, in the world, disappeared because all they saw was you. A goddess on Earth, a goddess among them. They had to have you. An aura radiated off of you, calling them to you. They couldn’t not go to you.

The day they found out you weren’t human was the same night they met you. How you’d suck their sexual desire from them as they pierced you with their cocks. Their eyes were hypnotised by the glow radiating off your silky smooth skin.

After that night came more, you fell for one another, and it was as though you finally found your missing puzzle piece. The days and nights went as a bliss.

You expected them to ask to taste your blood, tilting your head back to offer yourself to them. Moans of pleasure fall from your plump lips as they suck the sweet nectar from your body. Their eyes clouded with lust when they came up, never having tasted something so sweet, so beautiful. Without question, they offered up their blood, wanting, no, needing to be inside you in more ways than one.

okay, I hope you like it.

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medicinal-doll · 1 year

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Be Quiet, Doll

Title: Be quiet, doll

Vampire!Daddy!Bucky x little!reader (Featuring: Vampire!Daddy!Geralt and Vampire!Daddy!Ari)

Words》.700

Summary: You and buck are having some private little girl and daddy time.But it seems bucky isn't too bothered by getting caught.

Warnings: Dub-con/non-con, teasing,degradation,Daddy kink,exhibitionism, ddlg dynamic,dom/sub dynamic,cohersion,slight mindbreak,rough sex,p in v sex

A/N: I was gonna write some build up but this felt more natural to me

*Please don't repost without permission If you use my writing as inspiration please ask first and credit me

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Whimpers and moans filled the room as you rode your master. your hips clashing together in a horribly delicious way "B-Bucky No stop-" you say trying to push his chest away from you in a pitiful way. he just laughs at you before grabbing your wrists and driving his hips harder into that spot he knows makes you weak in the knees "Daddy- No! Papa's are gonna hear it!" You moan as he glares at you with devilish eyes "Maybe that's what I want baby" he tilts his head at you in a mocking way "let's be honest with ourselves here doll" " it's not the first time your daddys have heard you screaming your lungs out like A little slut in heat now is it?"

You bury your head into buckys shoulder and sob in defeat, still fighting the shameless moans that spill from your mouth "it's not like that!" "You're making me like this" you cry into his shoulder bucky lifts your head up with his gloved metal palm being suspiciously gentle

"Oh doll..." he gives you a sincere look with his hauntingly blue eyes "You were ruined the day we found you" your eyes widen at his words before he flips you over and pounds your sweet spot mercilessly with his cock till your eyes roll to the back of your skull.

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"Hey Ger do you hear something upstairs?" Ari curiously questions turning his head to face the tall man casually leaning against the expensive countertop reading the daily paper as per usual "If you mean the sounds of our little girl getting her brains fucked out" "then yeah I kinda noticed that" Ari just smiles to himself and takes a slow sip of his afternoon tea "wanna go be nosy?" he says followed by A mischievous smirk. geralt suddenly loses all interest in today's article tossing the paper to the side then heading up the dark oakwood staircase with the brunette following close behind him.

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"AH!- Ahn mhnm..." you cling onto the luxurious couch your nails carving noticable dent marks into it while bucky holds one of your legs into the air aiming to penetrate deeper into your soaked core, And then the door busts wide open and all the color leaves your face as you lock eyes with Ari's overjoyed expression "Well! look at what we have here !" Ari gloats honored at the erotic event his girl has so generously put on display "buck you didnt lock the fucking door!" You say shooting him an angry glare "why would I when you look so cute-" Ari interjects "Oh come on now, don't be so modest sweetheart" me and geralt just wanted to enjoy the show" He says plopping down on the very couch your getting plowed on.

You turn your pleading eyes to face geralt since he's the only one in this mansion who ever seems to have any damn sense.but you are quickly disappointed when he leans against the door frame with hungry eyes practically begging for buck to continue destroying your little princess cunt.And bucky is all too eager to grant Geralts wish.

Bucky pushes you onto all fours giving the two gentlemen the best view.His strong arm grabs A fistful of your strawberry scented hair and the other has an unshakeable grip on your ample hips.He roughly thrusts into you at a painfully slow cruel pace, hips loudly clapping together after each thrust. choked cries leave your mouth, while Ari softly caresses your tear stained cheeks kissing them every now and then while whispering encouraging words laced with fake sympathy. "Its okay you're alright honey" he kisses your forehead as buck delivers a particularly agonizing deep thrust into your tiny pussy and you yelp in a high pitched tone "your doing so good baby that's it"

He pets your head and rakes over your trembling body with demonicly dark eyes "take it like a good little girl". Your eyes start to lose focus and an adorable pout takes over your expression.

"I know it's big honey daddy knows" each thrust leaves you more susceptible to ari's cohersion and you nod your head up at him drinking in every poison sentence he says. your eyes drift back to geralt one more time and he nods at you knowingly fully aware of your condition and state of mind. And with that last look, your head finally slips and everything's all bright, warm, and fuzzy especially the tingling between your legs.

#bucky x reader #bucky x y/n #bucky smut #dark bucky smut #dark bucky barnes #dark bucky x reader #vampire bucky barnes #dark ari levinson #dark!geralt of rivia x reader #ari levison x reader #daddy!bucky #daddy!ari #bucky x little!reader #ari levinson #ari levinson x female reader

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michelleleewise · 1 year

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Eternity

Pairing: V! Loki x V! Reader x V! Bucky

Warnings: moderate graphic violence, mentions if blood and dismemberment, swearing, knives, yelling, minor character death, smut (p in v), anal play, threesome, double penatration, unprotected sex, oral (female recieving), MM smut (making out), slash, NSFW, 18+ only, graphic smut.

Summary: the threw of you finally come face to face with Odin......

A/n- aaahhh!!! Here we are....the end!!! Thank you all so much for reading, commenting, reblogging, all the things!! You are all absolutely amazing!!! Love you all and please heed the warnings!!!! 💚💚

Finale part one -- Finale part two-

You ran as fast as you could, the bad feeling in the pit of your stomach was getting worse the longer you were away from Loki. "Come on james, somethings wrong!" You yelled behind you, willing you feet to move faster when you saw Loki ahead, slowly circling another man..."Odin." You whispered, running nearer hearing them talking "I told you my son.." Odin started "I am not your son!" Loki yelled, his fingers digging into the hilt of his dagger "you made me this....thing! I never wanted any of this!" He continued, his eyes flashing red "stop being a child! I gave you a gift!" Odin yelled back.

"This is no gift!" Loki yelled pacing around him as you and James stepped up next to him. "Ah...I see you brought your whore with you." Odin sneered glaring at you "what did you say?" You asked, trying to walk to him as Loki and James grabbed your arms "does she know?" Odin asked looking at Loki. "That you murdered my betrothed...yes she knows." Loki said "it was a shame really, she was quite lovely, this one is so....homely." Odin sneered. "I'm gonna rip his throat out." You gritted trying to pull yourself free. "You must have been truly desperate." Odin sneered, smiling at you. "You son of a.." you were cut off as Loki pulled you to him "stop! He's trying to get under you skin." Loki said making you look at him. He pressed his forehead to yours whispering "let's end this." You nodded, gripping your daggers as you backed up, eyeing odin.

"And an obedient little bitch too." Odin snarked. "Enough!" Loki yelled circling to the left, you going right. "I may spend eternity as this.." loki said waving his arm up and down "but you will not live to see another moon." Loki said pointing his dagger at him. "We'll see about that." Odin said, pulling out a set of daggers, his eyes not leaving loki "well come on then old man." Loki sneered as him and Odin ran at eachother, metal meeting metal as sparks flew through the air. You and James looking at eachother waiting when Odin's fist connected with Loki's jaw sending him to the ground.

"You had such potential." Odin said walking around him "all wasted on some useless cunt." He growled, kicking Loki in the stomach hard when you lunged forward, swinging your dagger at him as he ducked, grabbing your wrist twisting your arm behind you, pulling you to his chest pushing your arm up making you wince. "Mmm...you are fiesty." He hummed, burying his nose in your hair "maybe I'll have a taste and see what makes you so special." He purred on your ear licking the side of your face when he was suddenly pulled from you, looking back seeing James's fist meeting Odin's chin, sending him off balance when Loki jumped up, kicking him in the chest sending him to the ground. "You will not touch her!" Loki yelled, grabbing his arm, bringing his dagger down on his wrist severing his hand.

Odin's scream echoed through the night as he cradled his arm to his chest "why are you doinf this? haven't I given you everything!?" Odin yelled rolling to his stomach "all I have ever wanted, was you and thor dead at my feet!" Loki yelled, his boot connecting with Odin's face sending him rolling, landing on his back as Loki walked over, towering over him "you took everything from me." Loki growled, stepping over him, dropping down to his knees pinning Odin's arms down "my life..." he gritted, leaning over cutting off his other hand off, Odin's screams filling the air. "My family...." Loki said as you and James walked to Odin's feet, slicing through them hearing him wail. Loki leaned down to Odin's ear, gripping his dagger "my love..." he snarled, digging the dagger into his neck, hearing odin choking as Loki leaned back, his other dagger poised to strike "see you in hell...monster!" He yelled, plunging his dagger into Odin's chest.

"Loki!" You yelled, pointing towards the horizon seeing the sun begjn to rise "you two, get to the house, now!" Loki yelled standing up "we aren't leaving you!" James said grabbing Loki's arm "I will be right behind you...now go!" Loki yelled pushing James off of him "you better be!" You yelled, Loki's eyes meeting yours "I swear, now please..go!' He said sternly as you grabbed James hand running towards the house. Loki walked over, pulling his daggers from Odin's body watching him squirm "don't leave me here...please son.." Odin eeked out as loki leaned over him "I'm not....your son." He growled, digging his daggers onto his shoulders, pushing through to the ground beneath pinning him in place.

Loki stumbled back, seeing the sun coming up he ran as fast as he could towards the house, the ground starting to lighten when he heard Odin screaming, smiling as he neared the house knowing that it was finally over when something knocked him off balance, making him tumble to the ground. He looked up seeing fandral, a crazed look in his eyes, blood dripping from his head as he stalked towards Loki "you think you could kill me that easily?" Fandral growled, digging his knee into Loki's back, shoving his head down into the dirt. Loki closed his eyes, feeling the dagger digging into his throat. He was ready, peace over coming him as he heard Odin's screams cease knowing he was soon to join him.

"Loki! Get up!" He heard your voice echo through his mind. Was he already dead? He thought to himself as he felt the weight on his back slide off of him, looking over seeing the knife lodged in fandrals chest "Loki!" He heard you again, looking up seeing you and James running towards him "y/n.." he trailed off, trying to get to his feet, pain radiating through him as he fell back to his knees "come on! Get up!" You yelled again, coming to his side grabbing his arm, James grabbing the other "you..you have to go." Loki sighed, the sky getting brighter "not without you...if you die, we die." You said, Loki's eyes shooting to yours then James's "we're in this together Loki, now on your feet!" James said, taking the brunt of Loki's weight as you hauled him up, quickly making it to the house

"hurry, get him in." You told James as he helped him into the window before hauling himself up, reaching out pulling you inside, quickly grabbing the curtains as the sun hit the window a small ray passing through burning your hand as you winced and pulled your hand back. You slumped to the floor, holding your hand seeing Loki and James on their backs next to eachother "everyone ok?" You asked seeing them both nod, linking their fingers together "are you ok darling?" Loki asked lifting his head "yeah...I'll live." You said crawling over laying between them, looking at Loki seeing him smile, brushing his fingers over your cheek. You reached up, pushing his hair back taking in his appearance.

The smell of dirt and sweat clung to him, the scent of copper hitting your senses making your thighs clench "Darling..." you heard Loki say, your eyes meeting his, traveling to his lips and back "Master.." you whispered, lunging forward pressing your lips to his, your tongue diving past his parted lips heaing him moan. You licked into his mouth, tangling your hand in his hair as you lifted yourself up, throwing a leg over him straddling his hips. You pulled back looking down at him "James..." you panted as he scooted towards you. You grabbed the back of his head, pulling his lips to yours feeling Loki's hands on your hips. You sucked hard on James's lip as you pulled back hearing him groan "help me.." you panted, looking down at Loki you ripped the vambraces off his arms, the metal thudding as you threw them to the floor, watching James travel down to Loki's feet unlacing his boots.

"D..Darling...ahhhh is this a good i...idea?" Loki breathed as you leaned down, sucking hard on his neck, his grip on your waist tightening "shut up Loki.." you growled, unlatching the armor on his chest tossing it aside, your fingers hastily working to remove his leather tunic, the need to touch his skin demanding, you needed to feel him..now. you heard his boots thud against the floor before James crawled up, pressing his front to your back kissing your neck "what next master?" He purred brushing your hair to the side, tilting your head back your lips found his as you rocked your hips against Loki's feeling him harden under you "unlace his pants." You panted against James's lips, shifting your hips up to give him access as you continued to unfasten Loki's tunic, seeing his pupils blown wide as your eyes met.

Loki lifted his hips allowing James to slide his pants off, sitting up he pulled you to him biting your lip as you pulled open his tunic, dragging it down his arms. "I..I need to Loki." You breathed against his mouth. He spread his legs wide, slowly pushing you down to your back between them, your legs wrapped around his hips as he unlaced your pants. "James....get her top of." Loki growled, pulling the laces hard as James kneeled above your head, his knees on either side as his fingers worked to unfasten your tunic. "Lift up darling." Loki said as he hooked his fingers under the hem of your pants. Doing as you were told you lifted up, feeling the leather slide down your thighs before being pulled off and tossed aside, Loki's hands kneaded your thighs as James opened your tunic lifting you up to slide it down your arms, ot quickly joining your pants.

You reached up, palming James through his leather pants hearing him moan. "Come here James." Loki purred. You glanced up seeing Loki pull James to him by his collar, their lips meeting seeing Loki's tongue dip into James mouth as you continued rubbing him hearing him moan into Loki's mouth. the site alone making your pussy clench. They pulled apart, both looking down at you smiling making you shiver "she's beautiful isn't she?" Loki asked shifting to his knees hearing James hum. You felt Loki's hands move up your sides as he settled between your legs, spreading your thighs as he leaned down, his lips latching onto your neck, his teeth grazing your pulse point making you arch your back, your chest pressing into his.

James leaned down, his tongue grazing your bottom lip before sliding in, tangling with yours as Loki nipped and sucked his way down, biting the swell of your breast making you gasp into James's mouth. James pulled back, sucking your bottom lip between his teeth before moving down biting down on your collarbone "g..god...James..." you panted, tangling your fingers through his hair feeling his lips travel down to your other breast. Your back arched up, your thighs squeezing Loki's sides feeling their mouths on your nipples, Loki nipping one as he sucked it between his lips, James swirling his tongue around the other before his lips latched onto it sucking hard. Loki lifted off with a pop, his warm tongue traveling down your stomach as he shifted, looping his arms around your legs, nipping your inner thigh as he moved closer to where you needed him...craved him.

"L..loki..." you panted, holding James's head to your breast, his large hand spreading across your stomach holding you down when you felt Loki's tongue press into your folds, licking from your entrance to your clit making you gasp. "Aaaahhh....f..fuck...." you moaned, feeling his tongue circle your clit before latching his lips around you sucking hard. You arched up, seeing stars behind your eyelids feeling James link his fingers with yours, pulling your hand down to Loki's head, your joined fingers tangling in his hair pulling Loki into you "aaahh....L..loki.....james.....i....." you moaned, words leaving you feeling Loki's teeth nip your clit while James sucked harder on your nipple, the pain mixed with pleasure making your toes curl when James pulled off your nipple with a loud pop.

"Open yours eyes love.." James purred, his other hand cradling the back of your head as your eyes met his, the warmth in your stomach beginning to spread. "Look....see how good he's being." James breathed, pulling you up to your elbows you looked down, watching Loki's curls bounce up and down with his head, your grip tightening watching him hollow his cheeks, his teeth grazing your clit as he sucked hard, his eyes shooting up to yours feeling him hum into you. "S..shit....i....im......" you panted, tilting your head back rocking your hips with Loki's mouth "are you gonna come love?" James whispered on your ear making you shiver, the coil in your stomach about to snap "come on love...let go...let him taste you." James continued as Loki flicked his tongue against you, feeling your walls clench as you came hard feeling Loki groan, his tongue slipping down to your entrance lapping you up as your thighs trembled in his grip.

Loki licked through your folds, riding you through your high as you lowered yourself to your back, your head spinning "there's our good girl." James purred, pushing your hair off your damp forehead. Loki placed a small kiss to your clit, sitting up he leaned over grabbing James's head "you have to taste her." Loki panted. You watched James's lips part as Loki's tongue dove lnto his mouth, their tongues swirling together hearing them both moan. "Mmm....God i....I need you..." you panted, your hand running up James's thigh "both of you..." you said, seeing them pull apart nipping eachothers lips "anything for you darling." Loki said, his hand spreading across your stomach looking at James "how do you want her?" Loki asked, his long fingers working to remove James's top as you sat up unlacing his pants "wherever she wants me." James breathed closing his eyes.

You finished stripping James of his leathers, facing Loki you climbed in between them pushing Loki back on his honches, lifting your leg over him straddling him, feeling his cock pressing to your inner thigh making you groan. You reached back pulling James to you, sighing with the feeling of being between them. You felt James's fingers slide between your thighs, coating his fingers in your juices as he kissed your shoulder "relax love." He whispered into your shoulder as his fingers traveled back to your tight ring, slowly circling around it before gently pressing a finger into making you gasp, lifting your hips slightly as he worked you. "That's it...let go..." James breathed, adding another finger to his knuckle.

"Are you ready love?" James asked, positioning himself behind you, rubbing his cock through your folds gathering your wetness "y..yes....goood.....yes....." you moaned, gripping Loki's shoulders feeling James's tip at your hole. "Deep breath, I'll go slow." James said, pressing you to Loki's chest as he began to inch into you, your nails digging into Loki's shoulders as James pulled out a bit before pushing in further. Loki captured your mouth in a deep kiss, his tongue licking your lip when you felt his fingers rub circles around you clit, moaning into his mouth you wrapped your arms around his neck, holding him to you gasping as James bottomed out "aaah..f...fuck y/n..." James groaned biting your shoulder.

James held himself still as Loki lifted your hips slightly, angling his cock towards your entrance, his tip rubbing through your folds as he positioned himself. "Your so warm, so....wet..." Loki groaned, slowly pressing into you. "Aaahhh..f...fuck...." you gasped, your fingers digging into Loki's hair pulling hearing him hiss. "Almost there love....your taking us so well" James cooed in your ear licking your earlobe. "I...aahh.....I can't....." you breathed, your back tensing as Loki pushed further "yes you can darling...you can take it all." He gritted, thrusting all the way in knocking the breath out of you. "See, we knew you could do it." James purred, kissing your shoulder. They both held still, letting you adjust to them when loki slowly pumped his hips earning a moan.

"Are you ready darling?" Loki asked kissing your cheek "y..yes....move p...please..." you moaned, feeling Loki slowly pull out before pressing back in as James pulled his hips back. "H....holy fuck!" You yelled, throwing your head back onto James shoulder, feeling his hands reach up cupping your breasts, his thumbs grazing your nipples as Loki's teeth nipped your pulse point "mm...your s..so tight.." Loki moaned against your skin. You screwed your eyes shut, feeling them thrusting in and out in tandem, stretching you so perfectly. The noises they were making almost making you come right then. You opened your eyes, tilting your head seeing them kissing, Loki's tongue dominating James mouth as they fucked into you. You reached back, lacing your fingers into James's hair pulling him away from Loki, pressing your tongue into his mouth feeling Loki's tongue on your neck.

"I...I can feel you squeezing me y/n..are you going to come for us?" Loki growled, snapping his hips into making you cry out. "Y...yes.....fuck......yes!" You yelled, the coil in your stomach tightening as your walls gripped Loki "f...fuck...that's it y/n..." James moaned, thrusting his hips hard "o..oh....god fuck....." you cried out "h..harder..." you moaned as they pounded into you, Loki's fingers digging into your hips holding you down when your walls fluttered and clenched around Loki, coming hard around them screaming their names to the ceiling. Your head lulled forward into Loki's shoulder as they both chased their release, moaning feeling them both twitch inside you

"w...where do you...fuck...want it love?" James asked with a hard snap of his hips "i..in me...I need it..." you panted, wrapping your arms around Loki's neck you bit down on his shoulder as they both thrust into you, holding themselves there as their cocks pulsed inside you filling you full triggering another orgasm as you drug your nails across Loki's shoulders. "Fuck...darling you are exquisite." Loki panted, pressing his forehead to yours as he and James slowly rocked into riding you through your high. "You are perfect love." James cooed, placing a soft kiss on your neck as he slowly slid out of you. You nuzzled into Loki's neck hearing him laugh "is our girl tired?" He asked, brushing your hair from your face as you nodded keeping your eyes closed. "Come James, there's a bedroom upstairs." Loki said slowly pulling out of you hearing you whimper

"its OK darling, we're going to get you cleaned up." Loki said, hooking his arms under your legs he carried you upstairs, james slowly peeked into the room to make sure the curtains were closed before Loki carried you inside, gently laying you on the bed. James sat by your head, running his fingers through your hair when Loki came back with a damp cloth, genlty running it across your skin cleaning you up before pulling a blanket over you. "Your...not going to leave are you?" You murmured, eyes still closed hearing them laugh "no darling, we aren't going anywhere." Loki said settling in the bed behind you "we will never leave love." James cooed, laying down in front of you. They both scooted closer, pressing you between them, you lifted your head onto James chest nuzzling him feeling Loki press to your back, wrapping his arm around your middle as you grabbed his hand, lacing your fingers together.

"Get some rest, we have a long journey home at sundown." Loki said squeezing your hand. "I love you both, more then anything...ever." You breathed, sleep beginning to take you. "We love you too darling." Loki said kissing your shoulder "more then anything...ever." James finished, kissing the top of your head. You sighed feeling the loves of your life wrapped around you, knowing your were finally free....

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📖"The Margrave's Consort"

📖Part 1 - An Honest Rendering

Rated: Teen

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Bucky Barnes

Tags: period romance, 1800s, royalty au, nobility, arranged marriage, a/b/o, winter soldier Bucky, post-serum Steve, vampires, historical fantasy au

Summary: Lord Steven Rogers rides north with his valet Clinton, the final stretch of a journey to meet his betrothed: the Margrave of Wïnterhelm.

The Margrave of Wïnterhelm had not been seen publicly for a fortnight, when Lord Steven Rogers left by coach with his friend and valet, Clinton Barton; traveling north towards what would be his new home.

A journey that should’ve taken three days was prolonged to over twice that by foul weather conditions, much of the Northroad being made muddy and impassible after so much rain and snow, requiring an overnight stay at not one, but two roadside inns, and even a stop to repair a broken axle.

“Banished to the far reaches of the Nӧtternland,” Steven muttered, eyeing out the carriage window at the wicked crags and hills that lined the road to either side. Up ahead, another eerie stretch of northwoods loomed like the gaping maw of some beast, waiting to swallow them whole. “No sign of life anywhere. What a wretched place.”

“They call it the 'dead' of winter for a reason,” Clinton drawled from across the carriage where he was lying down, not deigning to pull away the handkerchief he’d draped over his eyes in fatigue. “There will of course be more to it when the seasons change.”

“Perhaps,” Steven grumbled. The pass through which they drove had grown so high at either side now that the late afternoon sunlight was all but blocked out, making the road seem misty and dark. Steven would have worried that they’d taken the wrong way, but the coachman had already stopped at a farmhouse earlier that day to reassure them of their correct path. “How much longer could this journey possibly take?” Steven complained.

“Nearly there, I’d expect,” Clinton said tiredly as he shifted on the seat with a quietly-pained grunt. “And a good thing, too. These cramped quarters are insufferable.”

Steven pursed his lips and continued to look ruefully out the window. “Perhaps we’ll be set upon by highwaymen before we can reach the castle,” he mused. He’d read a novel like that, once.

“Really? That’s what you’re hoping for?”

Steven shrugged mulishly. “Maybe.” He was only half in jest. Highway robbers wouldn’t be such a terrible fate, at least not so terrible as the one that awaited him at Castle Barnes.

“Dramatic,” Clinton scolded, and though Steven couldn’t see his friend’s face, he knew what the man sounded like when he was rolling his eyes full up into his skull. “You’d rather die than marry this fellow? He’s titled nobility - higher than you could ever dream to rank, your Lordship - and for whatever reason, he wants you.” Clinton chuckled. “You’d think he was a complete dog, the way you're acting.”

“He might be.”

Clinton scoffed, the handkerchief moving slightly over where his mouth was. “You have his likeness," he drawled. "Do you think the artist is such a liar? Do you think the King is?”

Steven pressed his lips together. Surreptitiously, he touched the small velvet box that rested in his pocket. It contained the miniature he’d been gifted by his betrothed. With one more quick glance to check that Clinton's face was still covered, Steven pulled the box out and flipped it open on its hinge. He touched the edge of his thumb to the painted curve of the Margrave’s jaw. “An artist will make a sonnet of a portrait, if he’s being paid handsomely enough,” he murmured.

“Or perhaps he’s actually handsome.”

“Perhaps.” Steven gazed down at the image of the man. He had yet to inform Clinton that he actually had met his husband-to-be once before, and thus knew well and good that the artist did not lie or exaggerate the man’s looks.

The Margrave of Wïnterhelm was quite comely, as anyone who looked upon the painting would see. With dark hair and steel blue eyes, a stern brow and strong jaw, his was a noble countenance indeed. He didn’t look the two and forty years that he was, with no visible marks of age around his mouth or eyes shown in the rendering. Whether that was borne more of truth or an artist’s flattery remained to be seen.

Steven had only met Ser Barnes briefly, and with nearly a decade passed since, many things could have—and likely had—changed. Steven surely had, and he could hardly fault his betrothed a bit of aging when he himself had altered his form so drastically over the past few years. He was nervous to reveal this to the Margrave, but was comforted by the notion that he would certainly not be the only one much changed by time. King Fury had, upon championing the match, made Steven aware that Ser Barnes was a veteran of the last war, and that he'd given his arm in sacrifice for the victory.

That was how Steven knew the portrait to be true in its depiction of the soldier's sigil on its coat of arms, and in the insignia the man’s epaulette bore. Only a warrior of the realm could wear the mantle of the white wolf, after all, and Steven knew that, whatever King Nicholas' faults may be, he was not one to tolerate the counterfeit of wartime merit.

The portraiture did nothing to hint at the Margrave's brutal injuries, with the shoulders and sleeves of his jacket filled out quite nicely. Steven supposed that a man of his stature would have access to some sort of prosthetic to wear underneath his clothes. In any case, it wasn’t the man’s body that had Steven so-dreading their meeting.

It was the history that the two of them shared, and the mistruths of that history, that Steven feared would make their reunion less than felicitous. He hadn't, after all, been entirely truthful with the man, last they had met.

... Nor had he recently. With no time and little money to spare, Steven had convinced himself that there wasn't any real harm in sending the Margrave a painting of his own face and form that, while honestly-rendered a decade ago, was now very much no longer relevant.

A loud clap of thunder sounded in the distance, surprising Steven from his contemplation and causing him to snap the velvet box shut on his fingers as he gave a start. He flushed and hastily stuffed the box back in his pocket, but Clinton's half-asleep snort of surprise at the thunder was enough to let him know that he hadn't been caught mooning over his soon-to-be husband's portrait.

Steven sighed and slumped back against his seat, and by the time they'd driven into the darkened embrace of the northwoods, the rainfall kept a constant patter against the carriage roof.

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crushedbyhyperbole · 1 year

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When the Body Says Yes

Pairing: Vampire Bucky Barnes X Reader

Summary: Your hunt for an authentic Venetian mask in Venice leads to a different hunt entirely... one where you are the prey.

Words: 3.1k

A/N: I hope you enjoy this little patch of darkness! And I humbly request your feedback. If you like it at all please give it a 🧡 and a reblog, If you loved it then please let me know in a reblog comment - I will always respond so long as Tumblr doesn’t toss them into the void.

I was inspired to write this fic on a recent trip to Venice. Walking around the city - getting lost is often the best way to find unique things - I discovered the “Dutch Pavillion” which had an art show called “when the body says yes”. This inspired the smut aspect of the fic.

Please note this is not a happy ending...

Warnings: Dark Bucky, Vampire Bucky, angst, hurt/no comfort, stalking/hunting, fear/panic, non-con smut (effectively sex-pollen), explicit sexual content, blood, character death (ambiguous), talk of lost loved ones.

***18 + content - minors do not read or interact***

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The late October air is mild and still. The setting of the sun illuminates the city of Venice in a different way; streetlights and shop fronts bring life to the night. Market stalls and street vendors sell tourists souvenirs and tat, and restaurant staff haunt the steps of passers by, claiming the best pasta in Italy or one-time-only discounts.

The streets are packed with people in costume, and street artists entertain the throngs with performance and song. It is Halloween. How could you not be giddy as you shop for an authentic Venetian mask on a night when the whole of Venice seems to wear one.

In the mass of bodies, some costumes stand out. Your eye is drawn to a particularly alluring devil mask; white with gold filigree and a sinister, red-lipped smile. The person wearing it, certainly a man, is tall and broad-chested, wearing a long black cloak with the hood up. Besides the mask he may as well be a shadow, and he is looking right at you.

His mask is wonderful and you should really approach him to ask where he got it, but the coldness of his eyes - dark and foreboding behind the mask - warns you off. You glance around, aware that you are stood in the middle of the pavement in everyone’s way but when you look back he is gone, vanished into the crowd.

The chill at the nape of your neck cascades down your spine and over your skin as goosebumps. It is probably just the charged atmosphere and the occult connotations that Halloween brings, but you cannot shake the feeling until the smell of fresh pizza fills your nostrils and your tummy growls in appreciation. Tasting the local offerings is definitely on your to-do list but only after you have bought yourself an authentic Venetian mask, of course.

Your hunt for the perfect mask takes you away from the busy central area around San Marco. The streets become less retail and more like narrow alleys between tall misshapen buildings. High-up balconies with flowering planters give way to shuttered windows and crumbling brickwork. The air has taken on a sudden chill as mist hazes the air lightly.

The hairs on the back of your neck bristle, skin crawling uncomfortably as you realise that you don’t quite know where you are anymore; the map makes no sense compared to what you are seeing with your eyes. Behind you, shoes scuff on stone and you whip around only to find the pathway clear. You are alone.

The city hasn’t felt at all sinister until now, but you try to pass it off as a symptom of the night; Halloween is a time for ghost stories and chilled bones, all the more effective to the solitary wanderer. By rights you shouldn’t be here alone, but you are. A promise made to a friend recently laid to rest; you had planned to do this together, to cross Venice off your bucket lists together, experience the romantic city on the water. Lucy. Her bucket list would forever be unfinished, her time cut short, your heart broken in two. You were doing this for her, making good on all the plans you had discussed, all of the things you had both dreamed of. She would laugh at you if she could see you now, quaking in your boots because of a little darkness and fog. The memory of her light laughter carries you forward.

You were hoping to make your way to the Rialto and use the bridge to cross the grand canal to San Polo, but the huge structure remains elusive. Instead, you find yourself passing through some of the more dilapidated parts of the city. You had seen the Cannaregio area in your guidebook and had wanted to visit during the day when shopping for craft and vintage items would be better, but you find yourself on the edge of the old Jewish Ghetto before realising it; a sign of carved stone under an archway tells you Sotoportego De Gheto. You pass underneath and keep going.

There are fewer people here, and the ones you pass are not dressed in costume. No one is wearing masks, which makes the dark cloaked figure in a white devil mask all the more conspicuous. The man from the parade. He is standing in a dark space between two buildings, his mask pale and ghostly in the shadows. He is watching you.

For a moment, you are frozen in place. A step aborted with a slight stumble and a gasp caught in your throat. That prickling feeling at your nape returns with fervour, crawling over your scalp now, making your heart race with fear. He had not been ominous when you first saw him in the crowd but now you feel like you should not get any closer, and you definitely should not cross his path.

Heading in a different direction, you try to put some distance between you and the man. You take turn after turn in the dark, closed-in alleys, crossing canal after canal with their bridges made of steps and no railings. And just when you think you have lost him, the swish of a dark cloak in your peripheral vision sends your panic skyrocketing upwards once more. It feels like he is everywhere you turn.

Suddenly frantic, you run – crossing small, cobbled squares with strange, covered wells and dodging around corners – just to escape. Everywhere you turn the shadows seem to move. Pale masks with sinister red smiles follow every step. Every time you think you have seen a normal person who you can ask for help, it is another ominous shadow that moves just like the rest.

Your eyes are swimming with tears when you emerge from the alley at the edge of another canal. The bridge nearby is larger than the few before it and you take the steps at a run, crossing over onto an open square with a large white building that looks to be some sort of church or museum; the rainbow colours in the circular gothic-style window give you hope.

It is warm as you cross the threshold and a delicate musky scent welcomes you inside. The atrium is clad in dark wood, carved in the gothic style. Its pointed arches and flourishes are highlighted by the cosy orange glow of lanterns that surround a petite lady in a dark orange robe, her shaved head accenting the beauty of her face. She smiles at you and welcomes you to the Dutch Pavillion, a place to explore one’s inner self and beauty. You glance over your shoulder and out into the night. There are no ominous shadows and no pale masks haunting your steps now, and you sigh with relief as you step further inside.

The warm glow of the lanterns leads you to the right, through a large doorway where the wood stops and the same white stone from the exterior continues throughout the rest of the huge chamber. A sheer curtain made of fine filaments of woven threads hangs between you and the rest of the chamber. A projection of some film reflects against it, and you see it from behind, bodies writhing in pleasure as the flickering images reveal an orgy in progress on the curtained screen.

What is this place?

The floor around you is covered with shoes, paired nicely and respectfully, and you realise that beyond the fringe curtain the whole chamber floor is covered in cushions and upholstered shapes that rise and fall like waves. Not just waves, soft peaks and raised platforms too, all comfortable and appealing.

There are people there, watching the film as it plays on the strange fringe curtain. Couples cuddling and others reclining in this comfortable, care-free space. The scent that welcomed you in is stronger here, reminding you of something you couldn’t quite place, stirring emotion in you that could only be described as desire.

You shouldn’t be here, but you don’t want to leave. Whoever was following you could still be there, waiting for you outside. The man in the mask. You don’t know what he wanted but it couldn’t be good. The least sinister motive for his pursuit would have been to talk to you but then he would have called out to you, surely? Your skin crawls again as you stand, caught between leaving and pushing through the curtain.

You decide to peek, fingers twitching as they part the fringe, revealing more than could be seen before. It is a scene in motion, people in various states of undress, writhing and gyrating in pleasure. The scene in front of you reflects what’s being projected onto the curtain, larger than life and unfiltered.

A quiet squeak and a loud thump startle you and you turn to find the door to the outside closed. The petit woman in the orange robes passes you with a dark cloak over her arm and something else you recognise held reverently in both hands. A white devil mask with a sinister, red-lipped grin.

You stagger back, tripping on the shoes, crying out as you fall to the ground but you don’t land. Instead, you are held up and lifted back to your feet by strong arms that cradle you gently. That is when you first see him properly. Styled dark hair that is swept back and piercing blue eyes that smile at the edges. Dusky pink lips that look plush but firm, all the more vibrant against his pale complexion. The suit he wears is dark, as is his shirt. His whole demeanour speaks of strength and power, and he looks more than sightly amused by your panic.

“Forgive me,” he says, voice neither too deep nor too soft. His eyes glint with mischief.

Your panic does not abate. No matter what your eyes and your brain tell you about this man, your gut is telling you something else. This man is beautiful and dangerous. A predator.

As he helps you to your feet his eyes never leave yours and you can feel your head start to swim. The musky scent from before is suddenly overpowering and you feel like you can’t breathe. You stumble against him and he inhales deeply, eyes fluttering closed, mouth falling open slightly as he sighs with pleasure.

“Please,” you beg as your arms start to feel heavy, “please don’t hurt me.”

He smiles softly, tipping your chin up so he’s looking down into your eyes. The breath he blows gently over you intoxicates you even more and you can feel that irresistible pull of desire once more.

“Who are you?” You moan, trying to shake some clarity into your foggy brain.

“You may call me James,” he places his fingertip on your forehead, “now, stay.”

You cannot move, no matter how hard you try, you can only watch as he sinks to his knee and removes your shoes one at a time.

“What do you want with me?”

He looks deep into your eyes once more, the blue of his almost black now and you’re reminded of a predator’s prey drive. Is that what you are? His prey?

“You’ll see.”

He parts the curtain and walks you through, your feet obeying his pull but not your own need to escape. The longer you’re under his spell the less you care, your heart beating fast out of excitement instead of fear now as his control strips you of all the emotions that you felt before. All that was left now was desire, devotion, excitement and a need for this man who had hunted you through the streets of Venice. James.

Other hands touch you as you pass carefully in James’ wake, the light caresses neither satisfying nor offensive. James’ hands, however, they set fire to your nerves and make them sing with adulation. He insists on undressing you himself, glaring at anyone who approaches you. They recoil in fear, seeing something in him that you have no capacity to comprehend in your altered state, and soon it is just the two of you on a raised part that you accept as his bed.

James’ naked body is as beautiful as his face. He is sculpted, strong and pale against the vibrant coverings and cushions of his bed. When he lays you down beneath him you can only watch as he settles between your parted thighs, lust-blown eyes devouring you whole.

His first kiss is at your ankles and the tops of your feet where he nips with his teeth and soothes afterwards with tongue and lips. The path he takes up your body is slow and consuming. By the time he is at your thighs you are on fire, desperately needing more than what he is giving you.

In the back of your mind, the rational part of you screams to escape. You know you should be terrified. You had not agreed to this. You know nothing about him, nor do you want to after he stalked you through the city, hunted and herded you to this place. His place.

The nip of his teeth on the inside of your thigh is sharp, a deep ache blooming under the site, drawing your attention back to him. His lips are sealed around the skin as he moans deeply, lightly suckling and licking. Your head falls back as a wave of light-headedness takes hold of you, just on the edge of bliss, almost like feeling drunk.

James’ face flushes pink and he smirks before he continues upward to your naked core. His kisses are hot and needy as he trails his lips over the soft hair of your mons and inhales the scent held there. He moans as he smothers you with his mouth and licks between your lips causing you to gasp and writhe.

The projection on the fringe curtain shows you both together; you lay on your back with a blissful smile on your lips and him lay between your legs, his cock hard and glistening as he devours you. The red smear on your thigh an afterthought. You watch your back arch as he slides his fingers inside you, and the feeling is surreal; watching yourself as he works you into a frenzy is beyond erotic. You feel yourself cresting the wave of pleasure with his fingers inside you and his mouth working its magic, and when you crash on the rocks of oblivion your whole body shakes with the aftershocks. You pant and moan as you come back into focus and you see James’ eyes on the screen, he looks at the camera with his dark, lustful gaze before returning his mouth to your flesh and beginning the process again.

His teeth nip at the skin of your hips and tummy, lips soothing afterwards as he travels further still, up to your breasts where he lathes one breast with his tongue, flicking and sucking on your nipple until you moan again. Fingers still buried in your core, he has been massaging and teasing enough to keep you close to orgasm but not quite there. His ministrations on your breasts tip you over and he supplies an orgasm for each breast, nibbling your nipples then sucking hard until you climax each time.

“You’re perfect,” he sighs above you with his cockhead poised at your entrance, “delectable, delicious and divine. Just as I knew you would be.”

He penetrates you firmly but smoothly, burying himself in you to the hilt. The solid stretch of him filling you makes your eyes roll back and closed. His thrusts rock your whole body as you cling to him, your legs around his hips and hands grasping his shoulders. It is not long before you pant and beg him to make you feel good again, and he does. He hooks your legs over his elbows and pushes your legs back so you are wide open to him. Open and more vulnerable than ever, weak and at his mercy.

Leaning over you like he does, his cock is buried so deep you can see it pushing against your tummy from the inside; he is hitting your sweet spot every time now, and your eyes water with the intensity of it. James looks ravenous as he watches you come apart under him, grinding his hips against you until the spasming of your core brings him to his own end.

Buried deep and pulsing inside you he drops yours legs and falls forward. His teeth nipping at your neck is harsh like it was at your thigh, a deep painful ache settles where his lips join your skin and his hands are rough as they hold you to him. You can feel a dual throbbing; in your core where he is still buried, hard and pulsing, and in your neck where he bites down on you.

The waves of your bliss start to fade and when James releases you, you look up at him with black tinging the edges of your vision. A cold chill settles over your skin as you see that the redness of his lips is not the flush of his orgasm, but blood. Your blood. And his teeth are not white anymore but tinged with red, and sharp.

“No!” You gasp with panic, and wriggle to get free – his spell seemingly loosened now – but he pins you down by your throat.

“Shhhh…” he soothes, the sinister air about him has returned and so has that scent, “you taste so much better feeling pleasure rather than fear.”

He blows an intoxicating breath over you again and you start to succumb. At the grey edges of your vision you see faces – white with red-lipped smiles – and James doesn’t make them leave this time. Your fear is replaced by desire once more as James bows his head to your neck and kisses over the deep throbbing ache he left there.

“Don’t worry, I won’t let them have you for long,” James smirks, “you’re mine.”

A sharp pain at your wrist makes your eyes water and you close them against the horror. Absently you wonder if you’ll see Lucy again soon. You don’t know whether her fate or yours is worse, neither is what either of you hoped for. Either way you’ll meet again, you’re sure of it. If these creatures exist then surely there’s a heaven and a hell, an afterlife or another form of existence.

You screw your eyes shut as more bites are added to your pain. You feel dizzy now, ethereal and warped all at the same time. Tiredness floods your body and when the darkness claims you, you’re glad.

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Sunshine Eternal Night

Summary- 1.4k Vampire Bucky Barnes x Reader. Bucky has one brightness in his eternal dark existence, you. You are the light to his darkness.

Warnings- Sexual themes. 18+ Only Blog

A/N- This was written in a Christmas gift exchange for a personal friend. @ajs-playroom-you-may-enter Merry Christmas and thank you for everything. Love you always Babes.

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If you had been a weaker woman, you would have run from the first time you met him. The most powerful always retreated from James, but you challenged him. Hitching your chin up so the slim column of your neck pulsed for him.

“Doll, you play a dangerous game.” He hissed with darkening eyes that promised either your end or salvation.

You weren’t scared.

Cool fingers trailed along your inner arm, his gaze falling to the small pulses that showed at your wrist, the crook of your arm, and up up up where the warmth grew. He was always drawn to you, his little white dove singing her morning song among all his midnight predators. If he had been a better man, he would have let you go into the sunshine, free from him.

He wasn’t even a man though, so such thoughts escaped him. He knew he was damned and had been since the day he fell.

Your smile turned to tease, wild, begging him to forget the long nights of his existence. “Yet I’m not afraid.” You stepped in closer, your fingers slipping along a sharp jaw bristled with barely there stubble. “Let me see Bucky.”

“My dove, you should be.” His tone was laced with hunger and lust. As if he could ever turn away from you.

Only you could call him that, his name of long ago. You were so hard to resist, to say no to. Your smell intoxicated his senses, your blood sweet, your cunt sweeter, and how he wanted both, right now. His eyes grew black with the promise of a long night for you and gleaming fangs stretched as his hunger for you grew.

You matched him, pupils widening while your own teeth dragged at your lower lip, pulling excitedly. Your breathing hitched, and there it was, your flood of arousal made the vampire hiss.

Flooding his senses till his mouth watered, he couldn’t resist anymore. Grabbing the back of your neck, he yanked you in, let his fangs nip at your lips till you opened to him.

Tongue plunged into your heat, pushing you back till you were tumbling to your shared bed. You clutched at him, withered excitedly while Bucky ripped away the offending clothes, your warmth was all he needed. Sharp fangs continued scraping against your flesh, inhaling deeply against your pulse point in your neck. You whimpered, tilting your head once more. “Do it Buck… I know you’re hungry.”

He was, hunger pains gnawed at him. But these were different then starving pains, this was a hunger for all of your soft moans and panting screams, this was a hunger for owning you, body and soul.

Bucky scraped his teeth once more, feeling you shudder in anticipation, your hands working at his suit trying to get it off. Your body arched, another offering to him. “Starving Kukla.” He growled against you but worked back, hands grasping your hips to push you up the bed while he teased you with sharp bites that drew red droplets of blood for him to lick away with the wide press of his tongue. “I shall feast all night and when morning comes, there will be no energy to leave this chamber.”

You spread your thighs, dragging your hands along powerful shoulders, one hand tracing the scars leading to his vibranium arm. “That is why I’m here.” You felt the tiny stings of his fangs making you wet, dripping with so much want and need. That first touch of vibranium had you humming, gasping as thick fingers slid through folds to tease you, swirl your arousal till you were gyrating against his hand, needing more.

He made it to your belly, tracing the lighting marks embedded there with his tongue, smirking up at you as you whined at him to stop with all this teasing. Kisses flushed against your belly, landing on your belly button in a playful manner. The cold vampire that claimed you finally started to soften now that he was with you. Fingering your velvet walls, he hummed with satisfaction as your pussy sucked him back in and your eyes started to roll back. “You going to come all over my fingers, let me suck them clean before I eat you out Doll?”

If made your belly clench, cause yes you wanted that. You wanted all of him and when he bit at the top of your mound, his tongue darting to tease your clit, you moaned his name with a please. Bucky's fingers curled, stroking your soft spongy spot and your night was filled with bursting stars as you came, reaching to grab at his hair and ride it out while he lapped hungrily at your juices.

You tried to come back, you really did. The soft wail of his name dying when he pierced you again, fangs sinking into your femoral artery as he dragged you through the last of your orgasm and it all burst apart again. The air in your lungs sucked out as you cried his name louder this time in a scream, arching in the bed while your legs wrapped around his head.

Bucky sucked, your warm bursts of blood made him feral as his body hungered, and roared for you. Maybe his little white dove owned him, his body and nonexistent soul. His tongue lapped at the last gushes of blood and arousal, lifting his head to see you panting wildly, your legs falling away to release him. Was this it? Did he break you?

“Doll, say something.” He demanded, worry lacing his features, worried he took too much as you stayed quiet. He pushed up, working up your body to see a sated smile on your pretty lips, content in the moment.

But he detected your heartbeat, healthy and steady. Your eyes spring open and you wrap your legs around him once again, pushing enough to let him know to go to his back, leaving you straddling him with a look of victory on your face. Your hands push up his firm chest, purring like a cat. “I’m still here Buck, you can’t break me that easy.” You circle his wrists and bring them up to powerful chains hanging above. “But now it is my turn.”

Bucky could have easily broken loose, but you were his, and he was yours. Anything you wanted, he would give it to you. The vampire allowed you to bind him and take your own pleasure from him.

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Your body ached, it was sore when you rolled in your spot, landing against a very solid body stretched out naked next to you. The hour didn’t matter, you knew that Bucky would awaken you when it was time. Your face rubbed against a shoulder, his arm shifting to encircle you and bring you closer. Still deeply asleep, which you now envied him for.

Since you were human, your mind typically triggered easily when it should be resting, and that frustrated you. Bucky seemed to appreciate your sense of self-preservation, except believed it was flawed when it came to him.

You couldn’t run though, not from him. You hummed as you let sleepiness start to fade, the evening slowly drawing in, so you knew you wouldn't wait for too long. You admired your lover's form in your private moments. A strong back led to a lean waist and powerful legs. His ass you could just bite it, so perfect in shape. You have, the thought made you giggle.

Only thing missing was all the marks you left on him last night, making you sigh. Another vampire feature, they never stayed. Not like his did. You could still feel the very deep penetrating bite in your thigh from last night.

It made you frown to yourself that he wouldn't get to enjoy your deep pleasure-seeking scratches on his back or the intense scream muffled bite you put on his shoulder as he powered into you last night. You just couldn't have that. Rolling out of bed, you went to your vanity he insisted you have, and searched.

Each shade proved wrong. You needed bright red. Fresh blood red.

When you found it, you layered your lips heavily, smirking at yourself in the mirror. Making your way back to bed, you straddled Bucky once again, leaning over his back and each kiss you placed was where you recalled dragging your nails down, how his skin welted and wept from your love.

Once you finished, you sat back up, admiring your newly painted canvas, Bucky groaning underneath you.

“Doll, you finished yet?”

“No, turn around so I can properly do your front.”

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gaysindistress · 1 year

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When Night Comes- masterlist

pairing: Mob!Vampire!Bucky Barnes x reader

status: complete

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

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The Blood Pact: Chapter 9 - What the hell is that?

Bucky Barnes Vampire AU x Female Reader

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Chapter 10

Hi again! Nothing to warn about in this chapter I don't think...some light references to previous sexual activity and a bit of drama but nothing too angsty.

He spoke first.

“Are you alright?” he turned his head and whispered in your ear. You were curled up together in your bed as he spooned you from behind, you could feel the frostiness of his chest against your hot back. It was strangely soothing, cooling you down after your exhaustion. You didn’t think you’d ever get used to his body temperature.

You nodded dumbly in response, whatever had happened to you was starting to wear off. You still felt affection for Bucky, but your feelings were nowhere near as intense as they were moments before. You felt somewhat embarrassed, it felt very exposing and vulnerable to be with someone like that. You’d never experienced anything like it before. It had felt like your heart had been ripped out and placed in a display case for all to see.

His fingers ran circles through your hair as he tenderly kissed the back of your neck.

“It’s a lot. I get it” he cooed soothingly.

You wriggled around in the bed to face him, finding his piercing blue eyes tearing into you even in the dark.

“Did…was it like that for you too? The pictures, and stuff” you asked meekly. Your voice was croaky and worn as if you hadn’t spoken in days.

He nodded. “Uh huh. I saw you. It’s hard to describe, but it’s just like your brain just floods with the other person. It can be really overwhelming”.

“Have you had it much before? With other humans, I mean. If that’s not too personal to ask…”

You suddenly wondered if you’d overstepped by asking. It’s not like you knew the etiquette around this kinda stuff…

“Once or twice” he replied stoically. “It doesn’t happen that often. I guess it would impede a vampire’s survival if it happened too regularly” he grinned, flashing his fangs. You smiled back, secretly honoured to be a member in such an exclusive club.

He ran his hand over the fresh puncture wound on your neck. “And was this okay?” He looked at you with concern, carefully waiting for your reply.

You nodded, your own fingers flying up alongside his to feel the grooves in your skin. “It was pretty painful at first. But it passed, and then it felt really good. Even better than the thigh feeds”.

He beamed at you, entwining your fingers with his. “It’s really good for me too. Fuck, Doll, I wish I could describe what you do to me” he said breathily, taking a moment to run his tongue over your neck.

You whimpered and crumpled against him as he continued to smatter your neck and sternum with light kisses.

“I can’t enough of you” he whispered between kisses. “You taste so good. In every possible way”. He grinned devilishly as his assault continued. You melted, putty in his hands. All you could think about was how good it felt when he touched you. Your eyelids suddenly felt heavy, your body entirely spent. You felt yourself drift off in his arms, faintly hearing him mumble praises into your ear as sleep overcame you.

You couldn’t be sure but you thought you heard him say one more thing before you succumbed.

“You’re very important to me, Doll”.

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“Doll…Doll…wake up” came the firm voice in your ear, very rudely ripping you from your deep sleep.

“Wh-wha..” you muttered in response, sitting up bleary eyed as you slowly re-joined the waking world.

You were…cold. Despite being curled up under the blankets. Something cool pressed into your bare flesh. You moved in the dark, your hand colliding with a cold wall of muscle. You jolted, suddenly wide awake with confusion about who or what could possibly be in bed with you. Then you remembered Bucky. Of course. You subconsciously rubbed your neck where he’d marked you just a few hours before. You still felt the ache between your legs, a reminder of where he’d been.

“Hey…it’s okay it’s just me. I need to go” came his voice again, hushed and soothing in the darkness. He gave your waist a squeeze as if to remind you he was there. “The sun will be up soon and Steve will be back any minute”.

You whined petulantly, fumbling for him in the dark and draping your arms around his neck. “Don’t go…” you protested meekly, nuzzling your face to his. “What time is it?”

“It’s late…well, early. Trust me, I don’t want to leave” he said softly, his cheek cold against your skin. “I would stay with you in here forever if I could, Doll. I haven’t been this warm in years” he chuckled. “But your window’s shades aren’t reinforced like mine are, and you might wake up next to a pile of ash in the morning”.

“That’s fine, I’ll just keep you in one of those fancy urns you and Steve sell” you mumbled.

He laughed heartily, shifting in the bed and getting to his feet. You could faintly see his outline in the dark hopping into his pants. “You’re cutthroat, sweetheart. We’ll talk tomorrow, okay?”

He leaned over, finding your face and gifting you a small kiss. You reciprocated eagerly, understanding full well why he had to go - but it still didn’t dull your disappointment. The kiss as chaste and sweet but you still felt a familiar thrum of want as your lips met his.

“Thank-you for one hell of a night” he purred into your ear. “You’re really somethin’ else, Doll”.

You groaned in annoyance and he kissed you one final time on your crown to bid farewell. “Sleep tight” he whispered.

You heard the door close and you sighed, taking a few minutes to reflect on everything that had happened tonight. There was no going back, Bucky had been right about that. A line had been well and truly crossed. You felt closer to him than ever before, some sort of bond forged between you that felt powerful…and mystifying. What did it mean for the two of you? How would your relationship be now? You stayed awake wondering what would happen next…before sleep took you once more.

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The following evening you were in the kitchen preparing dinner as Steve leaned on the counter and told you about his night out. Bucky was yet to emerge. You felt a bit anxious, but concentrated all of your energy on appearing light and breezy as Steve chatted away.

“…So it was a joke, geddit? Steak not stake?” he clutched his chest and cackled, delighting in his cheesy anecdote.

You rolled your eyes. “Steve…that’s so terrible, even for you…” you chuckled. “But I’m glad you had a good night”.

He laughed and you smiled at him and for a brief moment you weren’t burdened with the guilt of keeping Bucky a secret from him. It was just like old times. But then you remembered again and your stomach felt heavy. It was as if you were lying to him, acting like everything was normal and nothing had changed. Steve had treated you well, he had been a friend to you. He didn’t deserve this. You hypothesised that it couldn’t have been easy for Bucky to lie to his best friend, either. You had to speak to him about it, convince him to get everything out in the open so the both of you no longer needed to tiptoe around Steve.

Steve suddenly stopped in his tracks, his easy smile morphing into a frown as he stared accusingly at you.

You flinched under his gaze. “What?” you asked, looking down at your clothes to see if you’d somehow spilled some of your dinner. “Did I drop food on myself or something?”

“What the hell is that?” he said coldly.

You peered back at him with confusion. He moved like lightning and in a second his hand was brushing your hair behind your ear. He pointed aggressively to the bite marks on your neck.

“That? What the hell is that?” he demanded.

Your throat went dry and any words you tried to find eluded you. You looked at him, desperate to explain. How had you forgotten? How could you have been so careless? You should’ve worn a turtle neck to cover it...a piece of jewellery...anything...

Steve just glowered at you and you could practically see as he put everything together in a matter of seconds. There was absolutely nothing you could say now.

At that exact moment Bucky wandered into the kitchen. Steve’s fingers framed the bite mark as he stared at them furiously. You watched Bucky’s face contort into dread as he took in the scene in front of him. Like Steve, you saw the exact moment that realisation hit him. Well, this is what you wanted, you supposed...

“It’s nothing. I just…I-” you babbled, your lips acting before your brain.

Steve removed his hand from your neck and turned to Bucky.

“What the hell are you doing, Buck? What’s going on…?” Steve asked.

Bucky opened his mouth to respond but you interrupted.

“It’s my fault, I-”

“No. I don’t blame you for this” Steve snarled, raising a dismissive finger to you but not dropping his gaze from Bucky.

“C’mon Steve” Bucky hushed, his hands raised defensively. “It’s no big deal. It was just a feed...Calm down, let’s just talk this out”.

“Don’t, Buck” Steve spat. “We both know what neck feeds mean. Don’t insult me and try lie to me. We agreed this was just going to be a business arrangement. We wanted to avoid it getting complicated. And now it’s complicated. Can you really not keep it in your pants?”

“Steve…I-” you tried to step in but couldn’t get a word in edgeways.

“How long?” Steve demanded.

Bucky winced. “Been building since the start. But only fully since last night” he conceded quietly.

Steve exhaled, shaking his head as he stared Bucky down.

“She’s just a human. She doesn’t know what she’s doing. You should know better. She’s not your live-in toy to fuck and suck” Steve fired.

“Hey!” you protested. “I’m standing right here, you know. I’m a person, I have my own free will and agency, it’s not like he tricked me into it”.

You glared at Steve, your cheeks flushing with embarrassment at his words.

He sighed. You saw his shoulders drop. “I'm sorry, I don’t mean to upset you, sweetheart” he turned to face you, his voice softer now. “It’s hard to explain, but you’re not on equal footing in this because he has more control. As vampires we can be…very persuasive with humans”.

You nodded, fully aware of that. But he didn’t understand. It wasn’t like that with Bucky. You wanted him. You’d always wanted him. You were just as enthusiastic in your consent as he was...maybe even more so.

Faintly, in the back of your mind, Steve's words filed themselves away for later. A live in toy for Bucky to 'suck and fuck'? That just wasn't true.

Was it?

Bucky sighed, cutting through your train of thought and snapping you back into the room. “Look…I’m sorry I didn’t tell you. But it’s not just me fooling around, alright? We have…” he cleared his throat. “We have the bond”.

Steve chuckled and looked between the two of you incredulously. “Are you kidding me?”

Bucky shrugged. “C’mon Stevie, this is hardly new territory for you. Remember Peggy…”

Steve froze, his eyes dropping to the floor. “Don’t say her name” he growled, his voice suddenly choked. “I don’t bring up your history, the least you can do is the same for me”.

You watched them both, desperate to ask what they meant but knowing full well now wasn’t the time.

Bucky nodded, holding his hands out in defeat. “You’re right, I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have gone there. I just meant…you know firsthand what it’s like…”

Steve nodded. “I do”. He sighed, his hand scratching the back of his neck as his crystal blue eyes moistened slightly - which surprised you. But he wiped his face with his hand and it was as if nothing had happened.

He finally seemed to deflate, you could see the rage leaving his face. His features became soft and inviting once more.

“I just…I want you both to be happy. I just don’t want it to get ugly, in our home where we all live. I don’t-I don’t want you to have to move out” he said softly, clearing his throat awkwardly.

“I understand. I know you’re only looking out for me as my friend” you responded.

You reached out gingerly and cupped his shoulder. He looked back at you, smiling thinly before locking you into a bear hug. “I know you can look out for yourself, kid. If anyone can handle this jerk it’s you”.

“Hey…” Bucky protested from across the kitchen. “Punk”.

You returned Steve’s hug as best you could, straining slightly in his tight grip.

“Thank-you, Steve” you whispered.

He winked at you and turned to Bucky, his softness slipping away as he addressed his friend once more.

“I’m not overjoyed about any of this. But I get it. Just don’t let it fuck up our home life, okay? And I don’t want to hear any of your…intimacy”.

“Ew” you replied, scrunching up your nose.

Bucky moved across the kitchen, hesitantly wrapping an arm around your waist. He placed a tentative kiss to your temple. It was almost weird for him to be affectionate with you out in the open like this. But your heart soared with how good it made you feel.

“Thanks, man. I get where you’re coming from. I promise it won’t get weird, and I’ll do anything I can to stop that happening”.

Steve nodded sagely.

“I mean, it’s not a total surprise. I’m not blind. You’ve both been making eyes at each other for weeks. And I’ve overheard some of the noises you both make during some of your feeds and-”

You grimaced, holding up a finger to silence him. “Please…don’t”.

It was humbling to hear that you and Bucky had not been as stealth as you had thought.

Steve chuckled before turning to Bucky and clamping a hand down on his friend’s shoulder. He looked at him with sincerity. “I think it’s finally time we tell her about how we were turned. Right, Buck?”

Bucky frowned, his eyes dropping to the floor. “Uh, well…”

“C’mon, if we aren’t going to have any more secrets under this roof then it’s important to get that out of the way”.

Bucky just nodded. His hand on your waist tightened suddenly.

“Doll…let’s talk”.

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Heart Beat: a SarahBucky Vampire AU - Chapter 3 - The Beautiful One is Here by @tllgrrl aka Nefertiri Jones

Relationship: Cardiologist!Vampire!Sarah Wilson/Vampire!James “Bucky” Barnes

Rated: M | TWs: Mention of blood; Assault.

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Summary: Losing a patient anywhere wasn’t easy.

Each doctor, nurse, EMT, had their own way of dealing with it.

Sarah would just walk with nowhere specific as to where.

This time, she had a where…

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About an hour later, Sarah made her way down to the morgue.

She offered to deliver the paperwork herself before heading back up to the lounge for a much-needed cup of hot coffee…minus an apple fritter.

She had to do…something. Walk. Run. Just go. Somewhere. She chalked it up to losing a patient in the Trauma Unit.

Losing a patient anywhere wasn’t easy. But…

(I knew him. No you didn’t. Don’t be silly.)

Along with the folder of forms and reports she carried the “belongings” bag containing the deceased’s clothing and shoes.

The EMTs had carefully removed his leather jacket and stabilized him before getting him into the ambulance, but because of the height of the fall, and that he was unconscious, unresponsive, and there was a fair amount of blood, they decided to go ahead and cut his shirts and everything else off of him so they could determine the extent of his injuries, unhindered by the clothes, and begin whatever treatment they needed to perform in transit to the awaiting hospital trauma unit.

In the elevator, on the way down to the bottom floor, Sarah’s mind replayed bits of conversation between the two of them.

“Sergeant, were you really fighting? Fighting on the roof?”

“I’m always fighting.”

And she wondered if he would’ve been upset that his jeans and shirts were ruined, but happy his leather jacket was spared.

She also had a smaller plastic bag containing a wallet, set of keys, what looked like a vintage Zippo lighter, a pair of old Army dog tags on a relatively newer chain, and a switchblade that the EMT found in a calf holster he was wearing when they cut his jeans off.

It wasn’t the first time she’d heard of or seen armed patients in the ER.

She’d also seen her fair share of dog tags, but not ones as old as these.

Maybe they were some sort of sentimental thing. Could’ve been his father’s or grandfather’s.

“Fighting who? Why?”

“Not now. There’s no time. Listen…”

It didn’t matter now. None of it mattered.

What did matter was, a) something had happened in the ER that it seemed only she heard or saw; and b) she wanted to see him one more time before the Coroners took him—took his body—away.

“Find me, Sarah. I’ll be waiting for you.”

No. She didn’t want to see him.

She needed to see him.

When she tapped her ID number into the keypad, the doors swung open, she entered the morgue, and the doors quietly shut behind her with a soft click.

The only (living) person she saw seemed to be one of the attendants, who was looking out the windows with his back to her.

It sounded like he was quietly talking to someone, but there was no one else there.

“The wrong one…the right one…is…here…”

The front desk area was lit with a couple of overhead fluorescents. The rest of the room was dark, except for the soft ambient light pouring through the windows that made up most of the back wall.

“Hello? Excuse me. I’m Dr. Wilson.

The patient, the decedent, they brought down from the ER about an hour ago, Sergeant James Barnes? I have his personal effects. And I need your signature on this paperwork for the…”

The man didn’t move, and now the only sound in the room was the rain on the windows.

It had started just a few minutes ago, and it was already pouring buckets.

“Wow. It’s really coming down,” she offered, putting the bag of clothing on the desk. Walking over to the windows she marveled at the stunning view as a flash of lightning lit up the City below them.

St. Francis Hospital was situated on a hill, so even some rooms on the bottommost floors afforded a spectacular view of San Francisco. This room was one of them.

The thunder rolled a few seconds later.

“Storm must be almost right on top of us. I feel for anybody out in the middle of all that,” she mused. “I love the rain, but—“

Then a bolt of lightning flashed so bright, and the crack of thunder following it so loud, it made her jump.

It flashed again and the overheads at the front desk flickered, then went out.

The streetlights, traffic signals, and all the buildings down in the streets below were dark now, too.

A whole swath of the city—and the morgue—had gone black.

“That’s not good,” she whispered to herself, after the accompanying thunder faded.

(…nine-Mississippi, eight-Mississippi, seven-Mississippi…)

Six seconds later, the hospital’s emergency generators kicked in.

The room was still dark, but the essential parts of the morgue—the refrigerators, autoclaves, and a couple of emergency lights—were running.

The lightning flashed again, and again thunder rolled right behind it.

“Mehr-see Bon-dyoo, as my grammaw would say. Thank God for modern—“

“You shouldn’t be here,” the man sighed.

Continued on AO3.

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Chapter 4 - Safe aHouse, Pt. 1 - Well, How Did I Get Here?

Chapter 3 - The Beautiful One is Here

Chapter 2 - The Beautiful One is Coming, Pt. 2

Chapter 1 - The Beautiful One is Coming, Pt. 1

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potatothots · 2 years

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Princess

Genre: Drama: Smut, dark

Rating: Explicit

Pairings: dark! Vampire! James “Bucky” Barnes x Reader

Warnings: Sex, obsessive!bucky, noncon, blood, physical violence in a bad way

Summary: Reader has a crush on Bucky. Bucky has a crush on reader. He decides to show her how much she means to him on Halloween.

This is for @charmed-asylumm’s #promptthebreaks challenge! I originally had another idea and wasn’t able to finish it in time due to family stuff. HOWEVER, I had a lull in activities today and was able to get this one out!! I really like it, but I know it’s not the best. I’ll still write the other one. I’m thinking it might be a series! Also, potatos aren’t the best at editing their own work. (prompts are in bold and at the end of the work)

Note - I'm not your guardian. You read what you want. I can't stop you. If you don't heed the warnings, too bad for you, not me.

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"Cry for me, baby."

His words rang harsh and heavy in your ear. His breath fanned over your skin, causing goosebumps to rise in its wake.

Those sinful, plump lips were soft against your skin. Warm, like a lover's kiss. It was the kiss of promise of unraptured passion in every romance novel you'd read.

At the beginning of the night that romantic notion swayed your very being. It colored your costume in pastel hues edged with lace and ribbon. You were a princess. It felt fitting since he loved to call you such.

You had spent months making your dress. Everything had to be perfect. It was the college's annual Halloween Bash. Everyone would be there. Even him. Bucky Barnes. Your prince.

You'd wanted him so badly since you met in the halls of the science building. He was in many of your classes, taking a similar degree path. You two were always around each other. The lingering touches he gave you burned for hours after. Each smile brightened your day. You were exastic that he’d asked you on a date to the party.

But now, with him pressing you up against the harsh stone wall, all you wanted was to run away. You were crying. Tears were running rivers down your swollen face. All those stolen glances you thought were love were lies. He didn't know what love was. Not if this was how he loved.

He pushed so hard into your body with every thrust you thought you were going to choke. His sharp teeth bit into your skin, drawing blood that he would lap at like a hungry dog.

"I'Il kiss away the pain, princess.” He kissed you again and again and again, swallowing your cries.

It hurt so bad. You could feel the wall rip into your dress; the grime staining the material, a horrible comparison to your own body and his harsh touches. His nails dug into your soft thighs, holding you above the ground and open for him.

You finished when he did. It was a confusing type of bliss. It was white hot and seared through you like fire, yet you felt cold with the thought of how you got here. He hadn't needed to touch you in any way other than steal kisses to grow your arousal. Not that you were experienced, but you’d seen enough porn to believe there had to be more than that to make someone cum.

He huffed out a grunt and pulled out of you.

"You were perfect, princess." Bucky ran his blood-stained lips up your throat. "My princess."

You shook your head. The sound of him calling you princess now felt hollow. Like he was degrading you.

"I hate you," you snapped back at him.

He let you push him back. Your hands immediately went to push the skirt of your dress down. Shame ate away at you. A cocky grin graced his face despite his softening dick hanging out of his now messy pants. Hints of blood were mixed with cum that stained his white shirt.

"No, you don't. If you don't love me now, you will."

Bile rose up in your throat at the sight of his disheveled appearance. You looked away, gasping for air. There were drops of blood on the ground around you. Your hand reached up to touch your neck. You could feel the indentations on your skin from the bites, but there was no blood. When you looked back at him he was running his tongue along his bloody bottom lip.

“Don’t worry. Next time I won’t spill any.”

In a fit of rage you surged forward. Your hands wrapped around his neck and squeezed. He grabbed your wrists and pulled your hands away. There was a sharp slap sound that hung in the air. It took you a moment to realize the stinging wasn’t from you still coming down from your orgasm. Bucky had slapped you.

"You - You hurt me!” You shreiked, disbelief washing over you. It felt like a cold shower after a dip in scorching shame. ”Don't you ever do that again! Leave me alone!"

Bucky slammed you against the wall. Your head bounced. You felt the sharp pain from the impact and the sudden pounding rush after. He growled - actually growled. It was not sexy like in the books. It scared you. For the first time since the evening began, you realized he wasn’t human.

"I want to tell you I love you until my throat bleeds." He hissed. Bits of red-tinged spittle landed on your face. He gave you a harsh stare with his stormy eyes before he leaned in to whisper in your ear. "If it means hurting you to get you to love only me, then I will do it. Over and over again."

You felt those warm lips, so soft and tender like the first kiss you shared, brush against your skin.

“You’re my princess.” he murmured. “Soon, you’ll know how to hurt me, too.”

The words sent a chill through you that rivaled the cold night air.

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Prompts I used:

"I want to tell you I love you until my throat bleeds."

"I'Il kiss away the pain, doll.”

"Cry for me, baby."

"Don't you ever do that again!"

#promptthebreaks #potatothots #dark bucky barnes x reader #vampire bucky barnes #vampire! bucky barnes #bucky barnes x reader

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teacupcollector · 2 years

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Playlists

Should I make Playlists for some of the fic series I have made? I just listened to a song that reminded me of “Loki and His Follower” So I was wondering if that would be something anyone would be interested in. This may also get me out of a writers block for some of these! Feel free to send in music you think I might like as well!

Here are some Series that I have ideas for: Rebel (Father Matt Murdock x Reader x Father Figure Frank Castle)

Loki and His Follower (Loki Laufeyson x Reader)

My Missing Piece (Peter Parker x Autistic Reader) A Helping Hand (Joel Miller x Pregnant Reader)

The Undead Kind of Love (Vampire Bucky x Reader)

#father daughter angst #father matt murdock #father figure frank castle #father matt murdock x reader #father figure frank castle x reader #loki #Loki Laufeyson #Matt Murdock #frank castle #peter parker #peter parker x reader #peter parker x autistic reader #spiderman #Joel Miller #joel miller x reader #joel miller x pregnant reader #vampire bucky barnes #vampire bucky x reader #Bucky Barnes

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arcaneviolence · 1 year

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Have stucky monsters

Mainly werewolf steve with a quick vamp bucky doodle

#steve #Steve rogers #Bucky #Bucky barnes #Stucky #Werewolf steve rogers #Vampire bucky barnes

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michelleleewise · 1 year

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Eternity

Pairing: V!Loki x V!Female Reader x V!James

Warnings: dark themes, stabbing, blood, violence (fairly graphic) swearing, minor smut in the beginning (not graphic), allusions to breeding, forced imprisonment, humans held prisoner, attempted SA (not in detail, but be cautious please),and last but not least...man gets his "appendage" cut off. Sorry if I missed anything, let me know

Summary: the three of you decide to end things once and for all......you decide to go after Odin.....

Part nine--Finale Part one-

You kneeled down, looking out onto the compound seeing a few men here and there "where is everyone?" You asked looking at Loki "most likely inside, Odin believes himself untouchable" he scoffed looking over at you, his hand twitching as he grabbed his daggers. You turned, looking at James "are you ready love?" You asked seeing him smile "yes master, ready when you are." He said looking between you and Loki. You grabbed their hands pulling them towards you "if anything happens, I want thank you both." You said as they watched you "I was alone...lonely really when you found me, and you've shown me things I never dreamed of." You said looking between them. "I know it's only been a few months but, i..I love you, both of you." You said squeezing their hands.

They both moved closer, looking at eachother "i..I have never been good at expressing my feelings, and after..." Loki trailed off squeezing your hand "I almost lost you both that day, I know now how blessed I am, and I shall never take either of you for granted again, i love you both as well." Loki said looking at you both. "Loki, you've always known how I've felt about you, I've never denied it, and master..getting to know you has been a blessing. You have been kind and patient with me these last few months and i...I love you both too." James said looking at you both.

"James..'you whispered, cupping the back of head you pulled him to you, kissing him hard feeling his free arm wrap around your back, pressing your chest to his feeling Loki shift closer as your tongue dove past James's lips, licking into his mouth hearing him moan. You pulled back, sucking on his bottom lip seeing his pupils blown, turning your attention to Loki you felt his hand at the back of your head, pulling you to him as he nipped and sucked your bottom lip, groaning feeling his fang peirce your lip, the warm copper taste spreading across your tongue as he dominated the kiss. He pulled back, your blood on his lips as he grabbed James's head, pulling him to him, licking your lips watching Loki's tongue invade James's mouth, hearing them both moan.

"Shit.." you breathed unable to look away "ok, we better do this before I fuck you both right now." You said releasing there hands hearing Loki chuckle. "Ok, are we ready?" Loki asked as you and James nodded, pulling out your silver daggers you followed Loki, staying as low to the ground as possible, looking back to make sure James was behind you seeing him smile. You looked back up to Loki, you knew this had to be done. As long as odin was alive you would never stop running, lurking in the shadows, waiting for the next assassin...no it ended...here and now. if you had to put the blade into him yourself so be it, but he would meet his end this night.

You made it to the side of a large building, the three of you crouched down as Loki waved you to one side, and James to the other, you both nodded before slowly making your way up the side of the building. You slowly came up behind a man smoking a cigarette, not paying much attention to anything as you gripped your dagger in your hand you lept onto his back, covering his mouth as you plunged your dagger into his chest, feeling him gasp and claw at his chest as he fell to his knees, pulling your dagger out be fell face first into the mud, twitching a few times before going still. "Well, one down." You whispered, crouching back down as you made your way to the other side of the building, seeing James taking another out.

You slowly made your way across the outside of the compound, taking out any stragglers along the way meeting outside one of the smaller buildings "ok, the humans are kept in there, release them and meet me at the main building there." Loki said pointing to the large building. You grabbed James's hand looking at Loki "be careful." You whispered, seeing him nod you quietly slipped inside as Loki went off into the night. You heard voices further in the building, looking at James you raised a finger to your lips as you both crept closer, peeking around a corner you saw two large men sitting at a table playing chess, several cages lining the wall with sheets covering them. "Which one did you want?" You heard one ask "I liked the blonde, wide hips." He said making a lewd gesture making you scrunch your nose as they laughed.

You looked back at James, nodding at him as you both stood, gripping your dagger you sprinted into the room, slitting the one man's throat while plunging the other into his chest as James slid across the table, chess pieces falling to the floor kicking the other in the chest, knocking him back as he jumped on top of him, his dagger embedding in his heart. You watched him stand up, adjusting his black leather top rolling his neck, his dark brown hair grazing his shoulders when his eyes met yours, his pupils dilated as he looked at you.

"You ok?" He asked panting "yeah..you?" You asked seeing him nod "ok, let's hurry and do this and get to Loki." You said, tucking your dagger into your belt, you adjusted your tunic, smiling at the memory of your lovers helping you make it in green and black, their colors. Walking over pulling the sheets from the cages seeing women crammed into them, jumping when they saw you. "It's ok, we're here for get you out." You said holding your hands up.

"James, you Start over there." You said pointing to the last cage, seeing all the woman scoot to the back of the cages. "It's gonna be ok, I promise." You said, taking your dagger you hit the lock with the hilt breaking it off, flipping the latch open moving to the next one. You both worked together, getting all the cages open seeing the women hesitate. "Look, I know you don't trust us, I don't blame you but you need to get out of here." You said putting your dagger away "go out this door, follow the hall until you reach the door. When you get outside go left and keep running, the town isn't far from here. Stay together and stay quiet" you said grabbing James's hand you drug him behind you, making it outside you looked around before heading towards the large building, and Loki.

Loki walked into the building, slowly closing the door behind him as he strode inside, his boots echoing off the walls. "Well well, look what the cat dragged in?" He heard "fandral....where is odin" loki snapped gripping his daggers "oh he's waiting for you in there." He said pointing to a room off the to the side "if you get there that is." Fandral said laughing when several other men walked into the room. "This does not concern you, it is between me and him....leave now!" Loki yelled looking around. "I'm afraid we can't do that." Fandral said pulling a knife out. "So be it." Loki said, rushing forward he dropped down, sweeping his foot out taking Fandral 's feet out from under him, landing him on his back as he lunged for the next man, ducking a blade aimed at his head he twisted, bringing his arm back digging it into the mans chest, grabbing the next man's head, slamming it into the wall when he reached around, cutting his jugular as he dropped to the floor.

Loki turned, quickly bending barely missing the dagger thrown at his head as it lodged into the wall behind him. He looked at the man that threw it, pulling it out of the wall throwing it back at him watching it lodge into his throat as the man dropped to the floor. "Still letting them do your dirty work I see" Loki sneered, watching fandral stand up "they're replaceable." He shrugged, tensing seeing the door fly open "yours I suppose?" Fandral asked pointing to you and James "yes...they both are." Loki said seeing Volstagg and Hogun walk in "Hello old friend." Hogun said smiling "we were never friends." Loki sneered walking to stand next to you.

You looked at the three of them, sizing them up "I got the big one." You said bouncing on your feet as Loki and James turned to look at you "what?" You asked "you most certainly will not! You get fandral." Loki said sternly "the one that looks like a girl? That's not fair!" You said hearing James laugh "do not argue with me." Loki said stepping onto your space "and if i do?" You snarked smiling "Darling..." Loki trailed off as you leaned up pecking his cheek "wish me luck." You winked then sprinted forward, planting your foot on the coffee table, you pushed off landing on Volstagg's back, digging your hand into his hair you pulled his head back, your dagger pressed against his neck when he reached back, fisting your shirt he flipped you over his head, tossing you onto the coffee table, the wood splintering around you as went through it, knocking the wind out of you.

You slowly sat up coughing "still want the big one?" You heard loki say, looking over seeing him and James fighting the other two. "Don't you worry about it." You yelled, starting to stand when he grabbed your shirt, tossing you across the room like a ragdoll, hitting the wall you slumped down onto your side. You leaned up on your elbow seeing him walking towards you laughing "have you had enough?" You asked, getting to your knees looking up at him, wincing when he grabbed your hair "hmm...you may be good for something after all." He smirked reaching for his belt, hearing the metal of the buckle clink "give up now, and I may go easy on you." You smiled watching him slide his belt off "you think your in a position to make demands?" He sneered, wincing as he pulled your hair unbuttoned his pants.

You glanced over, seeing your daggers just out of reach, noticing Loki helping James fight off his guy, seeing the one Loki had on the floor motionless. "Well, you see tall dark and ugly.." you trailed off, reaching into your boot as be pulled himself out "I think im in the perfect position." You smiled, bringing the small dagger up slicing through his manhood. He released your hair, a high pitched scream leaving him as it landed on the floor, his hands shooting to his crotch as you rolled to the side, grabbing your daggers plunging them both into his chest as he dropped to his knees. "No one touches me." You growled, dragging the daggers up hearing him gurgle as blood trickled from his mouth before collapsing onto the floor.

You leaned over, putting your hands on your knees trying to catch your breath "Darling...are you ok?" You heard Loki ask. "Your late." You said, putting your daggers into your belt. "Is that.." James asked pointing to the floor "yes...yes it is." You said looking around seeing the other man on the floor. "Ok, what now?" You asked looking at Loki and James, dirt and blood caked on them as they strode closed "now...odin." loki said walking towards the door at the other side of the room. Grabbing the handle he took a deep breath "we're with you." You said, placing a hand on his shoulder, James doing the same as Loki threw the door open, revealing an empty room.

"What the..." he said, quickly going inside as you and James followed. Loki looked around at the empty desk, papers strewn everywhere when you noticed the open window, walking over you saw a figure walking towards the forest "loki!" You yelled as he ran to the window "come on, if he gets to the woods we'll never find him." He said jumping out the window. You and James looked at eachother, smiling before you dove out of the window, running as fast as you could...

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