#vampire bucky

Very, very, messy loose sketch of vampire Bucky and human Steve for fun.

Also have to feed the part of my brain that needs occasional sub top Bucky x dom bottom Steve, thank youuu. Telling you rn steve was riding until Bucky was out cold.

Synopsis: You’ve always dreamed of him—ice blue eyes, a dangerous smile, and a hunger that feels too real to forget. But when dreams slip into reality, you find yourself caught between desire and damnation. He’s waited a century for you… and he won’t wait another night.

Rating/Warnings: 18+ explicit content, smut, unprotected p in v, fingering, public sex, dub-con (?), biting, horror elements, vampires obvs— mentions of blood, dream walking, allusions to stalking, allusions to murder, Possessive!Bucky, you are desperate, dark romance, alternate universe

Word count: 3600>

Author’s Note: My first ever supernatural themed fic? I don’t think I’ve ever wrote anything like this before so, I’m feeling super nervous to share. Vampire!Bucky was something @ava-starrs-girlfriend put into my head, and gave me the green light to share my idea on it!

── .✦ Bucky Barnes Masterlist

The first time you dreamed of him, it felt like drowning.

Not in water — in silk, in smoke, in heat. In him.

You were in a room that wasn’t yours. High ceilings, windows that bled moonlight, a bed draped in red velvet. Somewhere far off, a record hissed low, a mournful jazz tune threading through the air like incense. The kind of place that clung to you. The kind of place you'd never been, but somehow knew.

You stood barefoot on cold stone, your breath misting like winter. The air tasted of copper and something sweet — like wine on someone else's lips. Every hair on your body stood on end.

And then he stepped out of the shadows.

Tall. Broad. Dressed in black like the night belonged to him.

You couldn’t see his face — not really — just a glint of silver at his hand, and the glimmer of eyes too blue to be real. They raked over you with heat, dragging up from your ankles, your hips, your chest. Not leering. Claiming.

Vampire!Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader

Prompt: “Oh what are you doing here? The sun is up!” for the January Jumble Scribbles Challenge

Warnings: implied sexual activities, fluff

Word count: 400

A/N: banners by @vase-of-lilies, title from the song I’ll Get the Coffee by Kathryn Gallagher

January Jumble Scribbles Masterlist

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Your eyes flutter open, not to the sound of the alarm you set the night before, but the feeling of an arm wrapping tighter around your midriff.

It takes a moment for the realisation to hit you that Bucky, your one hundred year old, vampire situationship (because he hasn’t yet asked you to be anything more), who cannot be out in direct sunlight, is still in your bed from your carnal activities the previous night, rather than back in the gothic, cave like mansion which he calls home.

“What are you still doing here?” Panic fills your voice and your chest as Bucky opens his eyes for the first time that morning, squinting at how bright the room has become. “The sun is up!”

Pairing: vampire!bucky x vampire!reader

Summary: He promised you immortality, but you never asked what the price was. (or as nicole put it: “A horndog and a hopeless romantic go to a cat cafe…” )

Tags/Warnings: 18+ MDNI, very cliche idea of vampires, yearner bucky, fem!reader, fingering, oral f! receiving, p in v, porn w/ plot, reader is a virgin, virginity loss, clothed sex, bucky goes by james here, uhm, finger sucking? licking? definitely licking... no use of y/n (oh the wattpad days...), reader is implied a vampire by the end, religious allusions/references

WC: ~3.0k

Nova Notes: god would you bite me in the neck? (pls get that reference) there's one line in here based of twilight, if you catch it you get a cookie. also....i was going to make this sad but then I got a tattoo and decided there's enough pain in the world, and everybody say thank you friends for helping me... masterlist for more! 𓆩^._.^𓆪 -> BILLIE BARNES & NOVA

You offered yourself up so willingly. You bared your neck to him, letting his teeth sink into you. In return? James took away what made you human, but that wasn’t the only price to pay.

James was once a soldier at war. A good one at that. For the glory of his God and the survival of the human race, he fought valiantly. He burned those the Sun rejected, he hunted those that hid behind the dark curtain of the night, he massacred hundreds of those locked out of Heaven. His brothers in arms fought alongside him—their bonds unbreakable. Or so he thought. 

Christopher, a friend since boyhood, fell prey to lust that made him into the enemy. James found him in the aftermath of a battle as he disposed of his fallen brother's mangled bodies. He saw Christopher hunched over, drinking the blood of a dead man, eyes glazed over with thirst, hunger, need. Fearfully, he retreated to his safe space: the church.

Alone, he prayed right before the altar. Like he always did after a big crusade. His bloodied hands were clasped around the hilt of his sword, eyes closed with his head tilted down as he kneeled.

“Heavenly Father, light my path and guide my steps according to Your will. Give me peace in my heart and soul, and let these demons corrupt me not. I pray my brother’s trapped soul be let free.” 

From behind, he felt a presence—familiar yet distant. Then, pain, but the betrayal was more unbearable than the transformation. He swore he would never tell a soul. Christopher didn’t believe him. The sin was far too great. The only way to make sure it was kept hidden was to force him to suffer the same fate. 

Once a soldier, then forsaken, James was forced to abandon his home. It was a solemn change. One that kept bringing heartbreak after heartbreak. He could no longer bathe in the sun or indulge in sweet treats baked with love. He was isolated—at least until he met you. 

You were so innocent, so pure. You had skin softer than silk, warmer than the bonfires he once burned his kind in. You had humanity, warmth, a kindness that died in him a long time ago. He was bewitched the moment he saw you. So, like any proper man, he charmed you. He used every trick in the book to get closer to you: he bought you flowers, walked you home, opened doors for you, spoke softly in your ear, held you close in a crowd…and it worked. You fell hook, line, and sinker.

You knew he was a flirt, you could tell just by his appearance: dark, slicked back hair, a chiseled jaw, striking blue eyes that contrasted with his soft, pink lips, and a sultry voice that rumbled in your ears. James was built to charm, but he never went farther than a kiss on the cheek. 

It was endearing for the first few months. He never let his touches nor his gaze linger too long. A true  gentleman, but you wanted more. It's not like you knew what exactly you wanted him to do—-your mother sheltered you from anything remotely profane—all you knew was how your body grew hot and buzzed with desire when he was near you. 

Women whisper about that sort of thing in private. Men who knew how to use their fingers were good, men who knew how to use their mouth were better. Those who knew how to use both? The best. The more you thought about it, the more intense your desire grew, from a small ember to a flickering flame waiting to be fed. 

You’ve heard of the ways women seduce men: makeup to emphasize their femininity, a tight corset to enhance their curves, styling their hair to accentuate their features. You tried all of it, but no matter what you did, he denied: “Soon, darling.” 

Soon never came. Weeks flew by and nothing changed. Kisses you’ve tried to prolong cut short, teasing touches guided away. You were sick of it. A few of your friends told you to talk to him, to ask him why he was starving you of what you wanted so desperately. The others advised you to ignore him, to let him feel what you’re feeling. And…You’re nothing if not petty. So, you ignored him. He tried to walk with you, you found a different path. He bought you flowers, you let them wilt on your doorstep. You avoided him for as long as you could. 

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James hadn’t seen you in days. It drove him insane. He lamented to himself: had he pushed you away? He refused your advances to keep you safe; had he gone too far? Did you think you were unlovable? Undesirable? Neither were true. He wanted you more than anything, but that was the problem. By having him, you’d lose everything that makes you who you are. He would never make you suffer that way. Not like he did. 

In a desperate attempt to rekindle the spark, he invited you for dinner, maybe to get some forgiveness if he was lucky. Surprisingly, you accepted. His preparation was frantic: smoothing over the cloth on the dining table, setting the plates and utensils in perfect harmony, plating the food (he doesn’t particularly enjoy eating but he’ll suffer for you), and placing two lit candles on both sides of the centered vase with purple hyacinths.

Your knocks broke the silence of his concentration. He brought a hand to his hair and combed it back; presentable, he hoped. He opened the large oak doors to the sight of you, and all he thought about is how beautiful you look. Your dress was ankle length—modest, but the built in corset made your figure that much more tempting…bust pushed up ever so slightly. Not enough to be promiscuous, just enough to tease. 

He welcomed you in with an extended hand after he snapped out of his daze. You didn’t take it. Your footsteps echoed throughout his home—his very large, castlesque home—as the doors shut behind you. 

“Follow me,” he paused for a moment, “please.” 

You stayed silent but complied. He led you to a softly lit room with a decorated dining table. The food was still warm and it looked professionally plated. The flowers in the middle sprouted from the vase; the candlelight on both sides illuminated them. It was nice, very nice, but you didn’t accept his invitation for dinner.

“Why don’t you want me?” It was blunt, direct, straight to the point. 

“You are not like me.” He began to walk towards you. “You are not immortal, you do not feed off the lives of others. You nurture, you care, you do everything I cannot.” He brought a hand to your face, cupping it softly, “I cannot bear to live without you, but I also cannot take away what gives you life.” 

You’d be confused if you didn’t know exactly what he’s talking about. You’ve known for a while, actually. How he’s ice cold to the touch, how your outings have either been at dusk, dawn, or during the darkest parts of the night, how you felt the sharp outline of his fangs when you kissed him. You knew that if you stayed with James, that’s what you’d become: a creature that lurks where the shadows are, a creature rejected by God. You accepted that fate a long time ago. 

You grabbed his wrist, gently stroking the inner part of it with your thumb. Your eyes captured his gaze. “James… I want to be with you, and if that’s what it takes, then I accept.”

His eyes searched yours, looking for any hint of doubt. He found none. You were very certain in your decision, which led you to now, offering yourself to him.

You peel your hair aside and tilt your head, allowing him to get a full view of your bare neck. Delectable, he thinks. His arms wrap around your waist to pull you close. He leans down to pepper kisses from the tip of your shoulder to the middle of your neck. He stops, letting his lips linger as your pulse thrums against his mouth. His eyes flick to yours. The intent in your gaze has not faltered, so he turns his focus back to your neck. 

His lips part into an O shape before sinking his teeth into your flesh. The pain takes over your veins–ice cold, frozen. It’s slow, ebbing at first, but then it rushes in like the cold tide. You tense up instinctively. He retracts his teeth to admire the two small holes in your neck, then moves back down to lick at the wound—probably an apology. His tongue continues to lave at the punctures before dragging itself along the expanse of your neck, up to your ear where he nibbles at your lobe.

You turn your head to capture his lips with yours. Your mouths meld together, licking and lapping at the open cavern of each other's mouths. The bitter cold still lingers, but the pleasure he gives begins to overwhelm you with a heat so different from before. It’s not human. It's hot like the eternal flames of hell you've been told his kind would burn in. If this is hell, you would gladly burn. His hands slide from your waist down to your ass. Groping for a moment, but then picking you up to carry you to another candlelit room. All the while he nips at your swollen lips. Eventually, he gently lays you down on the soft, silky comforter of his bed—wait, his bed? 

“You have a bed?” You manage to ask between kisses, “I thought you slept in…coffins, or something like that.”

James chuckles before responding, lips hovering above yours, “The bed is not for sleeping, my love.” 

Oh.

Oh. 

His hand trails the outside of your thighs before moving inward, pulling your dress up as it crawls painfully slow to where you throb. You feel him peel your panties aside. He parts from your mouth; a string of saliva all that connects you two. His hand retracts from its position, moving up to curl the saliva on his fingers. He looks into your eyes, deeply, as if searching for something you don’t even know is there. Maybe he found it because why you greedily accept his two fingers in your mouth is beyond you. James gives you a satisfied smile as you trace his fingers with your tongue. 

His other hand moves back down to your core. It’s wet, sopping, glistening in the candle light. A single finger drags across your slit from bottom to top, gathering the slick across it. It finds your clit, rubbing soft circles before traveling back down to prod at your opening. You suddenly become aware you’ve never done anything like this before. James, being the gentleman he is, stops when he notices your hesitation.

He bends down to whisper in your ear, “I’ll go slow. Just let me know if it becomes too much, sweetheart.” You hum around his fingers and he moves his focus back down to your pussy. Your hole crests around his finger as he slowly pushes in. It’s a weird feeling, you think. Like you’re full even though you didn’t eat. He curls his fingers and you let out a muffled moan. His lips travel down your body, grazing your mound before moving to your bud. He presses a featherlight kiss that sends a shiver of pleasure through you. His finger curls, over and over again to rub against that perfect spot inside of you. Which, until now, you didn’t know you had. 

He tilts his head and parts his lips to pull your clit into his mouth. You whine his name, thrashing a little bit from the overwhelming feeling. It seems to spur him on; he groans into your core. The vibrations only enhance the sensation of his mouth. 

He decides to push another finger inside. The ecstasy doubles; fingers working deftly inside of you, tongue nursing your pearl. A strange feeling pools in your lower stomach. Your abs tremble, hips jolting forward into his mouth. You moan loudly before pushing his head away. 

He removes his fingers—from both holes—before looking up at you. His face is covered in your slick from the nose down; his hair is frazzled and disarrayed. He glistens in the soft glow of light with a dazed look. “Too much?” He questions gently. 

You shake your head, “No… I just—it felt tight…”

He laughs, a genuine, boisterous laugh before crawling up and caging you with his body, “That’s supposed to happen.” He whispers as his nose barely grazes yours.

“Oh…I didn’t—I’m sorry—“

“No, love.” He brings his lips to your forehead, “You didn’t know.” 

Your breathing slows down before you speak again, “I would like to continue, if you want..” 

James’ eyes sharpen when his gaze meets yours. “Yeah?” His lip curls up at the end of his response. 

“Mhm.” You hum.

He pressed his lips against yours. Your noses bump; his mouth parts to drag his tongue over the seam of your lips. You part in return, granting his slick muscle entrance. 

You drag your hands down his clothed chest to his pants. The buckle clinks as you fumble with his belt. James brings one hand down to help, quickly releasing the buckle. You shove his pants down—and undergarments along with it—to reveal something you’ve never seen before. 

His cock is large, threatening almost. Actually, it might be threatening him with the way you can physically see it throbbing, bobbing back and forth. His tip leaks a thin, milky white fluid. One droplet peaks out of the hole before slowly falling down the side and hiding behind his balls.  

As he kicks his clothes off completely, you see it wave tantalizingly in front of you. You reach forward and grab it instinctively. James releases a sharp hiss which you mistake for pain. You jerk your hand back. He leans forward to press you further into the bed before moving your hand back to his shaft. You’re not sure what to do, but you try anyway. You fist his length, dragging down and up slowly before letting it go. It slaps against his abdomen; a wet patch forms as his weeping tip rests against his shirt. You reach for it again, guiding it—and him—towards you as you lean back. 

He doesn’t push into you like you expected; he rubs the underside of his cock across your slick expanse. One hand at his base bracing himself, while he places the other on your knee to part your thighs. It doesn’t take long for him to get impatient, though. His tip prods at your entrance like his fingers once did. Except this time you had a much bigger job to fulfill. He pushes in slowly. You let out a soft whine once his tip is all the way in. The stretch burns, but he seems to alleviate that with small figure-eights on your clit. He looks down at you for a second—just to make sure. You nod wordlessly, urging him to continue. He does. You, on the other hand, focus on the pleasure of the moment. 

James’ breathing hitches as he sheaths himself further into your silky walls, and with the help of your newly produced slick, his hips are flush against yours. You thought you were full before. You were wrong. So very wrong. Now, and only now, you are full. The hunger and pain you felt is gone, but the flame of desire inside of you bursts back to life. Finally, after so long, she’s being fed.

He pulls his hips back and then pushes forward. You feel every ridge, every vein, valley, and curve of his dick as he moves. His forehead rests against your own, his body flush against yours as he slides in and out of you. His breath is hot on yours. Whines and moans echo between the two of you—so much so that you’re not sure which noises are coming from who, but you blame his cock for that. 

You can tell he was trying to be a gentleman before: soft, slow, deep. Now? All he can think about is driving further into you. His hands brace your waist; to keep you steady, you think. No. His hands push your waist down towards him— and in turn your body— to slam you onto his cock. You arch your back in response, and he uses your new position to grind into your clit when he’s at his hilt. 

The tightness, once again, spreads at the bottom of your stomach. You clench unknowingly, and James takes notice. His thumb replaces his groin. It focuses on circling your bud, faster this time, to help send you over the edge. You jerk your hips upwards to meet his thrusts, the combination of friction inside and outside of you is maddening. 

Your breathing becomes shallow and quick, your legs twitch, your toes curl, and you’re suddenly overwhelmed with the sensation of electric pleasure shooting through you. You shut your eyes tightly as you throw your head back. The moans you yell out are staggered, broken, but it seems to push James over the edge as he buries himself the deepest he can—cock twitching as he groans into your neck. 

His breathing slows, now in sync with yours. He peels back to come face to face with you again. As he admires your sweaty, post-coital form, you come to realize that the price for immortality was never just your humanity, it was you. The entirety of you, and you’ve given him that—your body, your mind, your soul, for eternity. You just hope he can handle it. 

An art I made because we were talking Vampire AUs. I'm using this to fill the free space on the winteriron bingo card from @winterironevents because why not :D

Big bad Vampire Bucky is all soft for his human boyfriend Tony.

Chapter 1: The Hollow Calls

Chapter 2: Something Watches

Chapter 3: The Monster in the Trees

Chapter 4: The Witch's Warning

Chapter 5: Full Moon

Chapter 6: Old Teeth, New Blood

Chapter 7: Letters from the Dead

Chapter 8: The Order of Ash

Chapter 9: What Hides in the Water

Chapter 10: A Taste of Power

Chapter 11: Hunger

Chapter 12: Moonlit Promises

Chapter 13: The Hollow Breaks

Chapter 14: The Order Strikes

Chapter 15: The Curse Revealed

Chapter 16: Sacrifice

Chapter 17: The Last Night

Chapter 18: Blood in the Hollow

Epilogue: In the Sillness, We Bloom

Hello to you all! I'm so thrilled to announce that my time to come back writing has finally come, and after writing the fic winner of this poll I just think that it's the right time to write some Halloween fics to celebrate the spooky season! I'm so sorry I wasn't able to join any October writing prompts, but I swear I'll do it next year.

These fics have the titles of two that I discarded and never wrote (as well as a remake of a Halloween fic that I started and never finished) for a Halloween event last year, so what better time to recycle them?

Moodboards and summaries of both fics under the cut!

Author’s Note: This is just something I thought up and wanted to see where it could go. I love supernatural things and marvel so why not combine them? I used a lot of different perceptions of vampires within this fic, such as those depicted in Underworld, Blade, Vampire Diaries, etc., and they are not my original ideas. The art is not mine either, but the storyline itself is.

Pairing: Vampire!Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: A modern supernatural twist on the Marvel Universe where Bucky and Steve are still super soldiers, but their enemy isn’t Hydra. It’s every supernatural lurking on earth. SHIELD is now the organization created to maintain peace and balance between humans and supernaturals, and the Avengers are the elite force of agents sent to take down the most terrible of monsters. What happens when one of their own is turned?

Warnings: Graphic violence, biting, mentions of blood, eventual pnv, probably plot holes multiple P.O.V.’s

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Heaven Scent

Fever Dream

Thirst

Bound

Bat-Bestie (In progress)

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