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Written in Blood [one-shot]

Avenger!witch!ReaderxBucky, avenger!witch!Readerxdemon!Bucky

Summary: When an alien army attacks the Earth, you make a last ditch effort to save the planet, even if it means losing everything you love.

(Reader’s Avenger-name is Hecate)

Warnings: all the angst, violence, blood, major character death, smut, non-con, dub-con, monsterfucking technically I guess?, fingering, p in v, Supernatural elements (yes, that Supernatural), end of the world, swearing (ofc), magic, possession, lots of bad things happen

A/N: It is STILL October in some timezones so here is this fic I wanted to finish like two years ago. Happy fucking Halloween!

Huge thank you to @awesomerextyphoon and @sagechanoafterdark for cheering me on, it means everything! ♥

The rancid ashen air lies heavy in your nose and makes your eyes water. It is almost enough to blur the wall in front of you, but you blink the tears away with an angry sniffle and raise your bloodied fingers to finish writing the spell.

All around you, the city is on fire.

Screams and cries ring out from the burning high-rises in between metallic sounds of fighting. Crashes, gunfire. Voices blast your ears through your com, shouting for back-up, shouting for their lives. It'll be too late for most of them by the time you can reach them.

On the edge of your vision, a flash of blue, white and red lies abandoned in the rubble of the building that fell on you less than an hour earlier. You would have been under all those bricks if it hadn't been for him...

You have to stop and let the sobs wash over you.

Steve died trying to save you because you were out of your mind with grief and didn't react to the blast fast enough. It's your fault.

His shield is all that remains.

Gritting your teeth against the pain in your leg from where the blood you're writing with is coming from, you smear the next part of the spell as clearly as you can manage onto the raw concrete of the upturned wall.

Your intent and will is worth just as much as the signs you draw, every witch worth her salt knows that, but still you make an effort to get each line as cleanly drawn as possible.

The magic you're working is a different kind than the one Strange uses. It's ancient and feral and bought with blood.

It's not something he would approve of.

When he put you in charge of this point of attack, it was because he was out of options. You know he would have prefered Loki, but none of the Asgardians could be contacted and you wonder again that day if their world too has suffered this very doom somewhere all those light years away.

Strange had left you to deal with New York while he went to Singapore and Wanda to Wakanda, where the fighting was worst.

Right now though, you can't imagine anywhere worse.

"Hecate!," Stark's voice yells on the com, using your Avenger alias. "I need a status, now! Hecate! Answer me!"

But you don't, can't let him know what you're doing.

"Y/N, god dammit, please tell me you're not dead!"

But you are. As good as, anyway.

Ignoring Stark's pleading for you to answer, you press your fingers into your wound again with a groan, but it's no use, it's not deep enough to grant you any more paint and you need to get a few more lines of formalia down.

You unsheathe the knife you have fastened to your inner thigh and kiss the blade swiftly before bringing it down on your arm. It's the last knife you have left on you and it's the sharpest. Of course it is.

It's Bucky's.

As the fresh cut starts gushing, you have to wipe away more tears.

Four hours ago, one of the alien invaders caught Bucky in the neck with its talon-like fingers and you heard him gurgle and choke over the com as he went down. Stark had managed to pluck you from the scene when you started screaming.

A few seconds later, all Bucky's life readings from his suit had hit zero.

It had been too dangerous to go back for the body.

You clench your eyes shut.

There's no winning this war.

With fingers red from your newly opened vein, you draw the last symbols of your spell.

Your summoning.

It fills the entire chunk of concrete. As soon as you're done, you wrap a scrap of your sleeve around your arm to stop the flow; you feel dizzy on your feet and you’re slightly panting, leaning on the remains of a bench. Or at least, you assume it’s a bench.

Even without the bloodloss and the heartbreak, you’ve been knocked and kicked and beaten around since long before dawn. Now, it’s nearly dusk. The only thing keeping you on your feet is the sheer desperation that has also brought you to conjure up this dark, nasty magic. The last resort.

"Parker, Romanoff, someone give me a twenty on Hecate! I think her com's broken."

Still not answering, you begin chanting. The language is old, long forgotten to the world and it fills your mouth heavy as a stone when the words form and tumble into the air; it's almost a living thing.

It's as if the summoning wants to happen.

You've always stayed clear of this particular sort of magic, as all the cleverest and most long-lived of your foremothers did, but none of them were about to lose the entire planet. In the grander scheme of things, your trespass doesn't look unreasonable.

"Mr Stark, sir, I can see Y/N. She's… it looks like she's talking to someone."

"Where are you, kid? I'm heading your way. Does she look injured?"

"I- I don't know what I'm seeing… Holy shit, that's… there's so much blood, Mr Stark. I don't know what she's- How..."

As Peter starts to realize you must be doing magic of some sort, it seems to dawn on Tony Stark as well.

"Fuck. Strange warned me she'd do something dangerous. Kid, whatever you do, you gotta stop her!"

Poor Peter. There's no way he'll get through the protective shield you cast around you so you could conjure undisturbed and neither is anyone else, at least for now.

The last line in the conjuring spell rolls off your tongue and it is as if it all goes quiet around you. The very air seems to hold its breath, waiting…

Somewhere far away, you think you hear something crash into the magical barrier surrounding you, but maybe it's just your heartbeat throbbing in your ears.

It has to work. It has to. If no one shows, if your spell didn't reach out, down, then…

Then you don't think you can bear another second in this wasteland that was once a city.

The moments crawl by and you wait. There's nothing else to do anymore, is there?

Waiting, listening, praying. But then again, if praying did any good, you wouldn't be here.

"Now this is a pleasant surprise," a voice speaks up behind you and you can feel the blood turn to ice in your veins.

That voice, it can't be.

He's dead, you saw him die.

Very slowly, as if trying to delay the inevitable, you turn around to glance at what your efforts have brought forth.

No.

It's Bucky.

Or rather, it is a demon wearing Bucky's flesh. There's more left of your super soldier than you had dared to hope for, but the way the demon moves his legs and his arms and the way it crooks his head looking at you through eyes filled with empty blackness makes it clear that the most vital part must be gone.

He, it, smiles with the mouth of the man you love and you can feel the tears rise anew in your tired eyes.

You knew it would be bad, but this…

"Get out of him," you whisper, your throat clinging thickly to the words.

The thing inside Bucky's body grins and blood trickles out through his parted lips, fresh red against the dried black on his chin and neck.

"Don't think so, dollface. It's not every day you get a call like this. Had to make an impression."

The voice, oh god, there's something in the voice you know so well seeping through from the demon using it to speak and it makes your stomach churn. It was only yesterday that same sweet voice told you that Bucky Barnes loved you, but hearing it now is a nightmare.

The demon leans on the other end of the destroyed bench you're using to keep yourself upright, biting its lower lip.

"I have to say, I couldn't believe my luck when you called. An Avenger." It whistles, letting its black eyes roam over your dirty, bruised form. "We make deals with celebrities and politicians all the time, but you! You're supposed to be beyond reproach, all of you. Untouchable. When I heard your summoning, I had to come myself. Someone like you deserves a more… personal treatment."

It reaches out and lets Bucky's fingers brush your cheek in a loving gesture that almost makes you gag.

In a brief moment, you manage to see past the face of your dead lover and look upon the being’s true face. It’s not just an ordinary demon. It’s the face of the Devil.

"You're quite the legend downstairs, you know," he says softly, stroking the tears and grime from under your eye with a dark metal thumb. "A lineage blood witch so powerful, working with SHIELD's leashed heroes to save the world… Failing, obviously." The smirk on his face is so wide and so vile you can't imagine Bucky ever producing that expression himself. "We're still baffled they didn't kill you as soon as they found you. Of course, you have played your big, brilliant savior-role splendidly. I almost shed a tear when you took that bullet for Lang's daughter. Oscar-worthy, truly."

"You really like to hear yourself talk, don't you?," you grit out. It's a struggle not to recoil from its touch.

The smirk grows impossibly wider.

"Can you blame me, sweetheart? I haven't worn a human in centuries. I'd almost forgotten how it feels."

He rolls Bucky's shoulders the way one might do trying on a new jacket.

"And this one is interesting. Technology these days." He chuckles, inspecting the metal arm and, mercifully, removing its fingers from you to have a closer look at them. "It's marvelous. Makes up for how dark it is in this grapefruit of his. This one doesn't need to go to Hell, he's practically there already. I feel right at home."

He chuckles, but it's like watching a wax figure coming to life and trying to act like the person whose image it was sculpted in. You have never seen or felt anything remotely as uncanny before.

You need to send the Devil back to Hell right now while he still hasn't hurt anyone.

"If you won't get out, I'll force you."

"Oh, please." The way the Devil smiles is overbearing. "Right now, I'm the only thing keeping lover boy ticking. Without me, he's just a dead meatsuit."

It feels like your lungs have been vacuumed.

"What?"

"You heard me."

"It can't be."

"Is too. Your precious Bucky is still in here. Not being very generous about sharing this body, I might add. The ungrateful bastard is screaming himself hoarse trying to get me to leave-"

"No!"

His smirk grows into another grin at your outburst and you both know he's got you exactly where he wants you.

"Thought not. As delightful as this back and forth threatening is, how about we cut to the chase? You don't exorcize me, I don't let your boyfriend bleed out. Instead, why don't you tell me what it is you want, hmm?"

The way your stomach rolls with pain has nothing to do with the hits you've taken in the fight so far.

"I want to make a deal." Your voice is only just audible over the wind, but Bucky's face lights up with malicious barely contained glee; he heard you loud and clear.

"Go on," he prompts, licking his lips.

"I…" The air in your shriveled lungs fails you, so you try again. "I want Bucky and Steve back, I want all of them back, I… want all of this to never happen."

And you are willing to do anything for it apparently.

But for the first time, he shakes his head.

"Oh, honey. Now why would I do that?"

"What?," you breathe, disbelief written all over your face.

"Think about it. How many people have died in the last twenty four hours alone? Business is flourishing. The souls are teeming into Hell and at this rate it won't stop any time soon. It's better than the damn Apocalypse! I don't wanna undo all of this."

Every instinct you have is screaming at you to send him back to Hell, but it is as though all the fight has gone out of you at the refusal. You were ready to offer anything in return, had prepared for it and now the damn thing won’t deal?

It’s the end of the world and you’re out of moves.

The end of the world…

The Apocalypse…

The thought strikes you so hard and so fast you almost think it’s a bullet.

“This isn’t the endgame you want,” you hear yourself say with far more conviction than you feel.

The Devil cocks his head, amusement trembling on his lips.

“Really?”

“People are dying-”

“Do you really think I care-”

“People are dying,” you maintain firmly, “and their souls go up or they go down, until they don’t. This isn’t an invasion, it’s an extermination.”. Bucky’s black eyes are burning into you, but you continue. “These invaders don’t plan on leaving anyone alive. It might take weeks or months even, but at some point, they’ll have killed every human on the planet and there’ll be no more souls for you to harvest. Ever. Your Apocalypse won’t even be able to happen because there’ll be nothing left for any of you to fight for. You’ll be rotting in the pit for eternity. How’s that for business, honey?”

Bucky’s features scrunch into a snarl and he janks you to him by your jaw. His fingers dig into your skin hard enough to bruise.

“I should snap Barnes’ beautiful little neck for good, you insolent-”

“Doesn’t change the fact that I’m right.”

“You’re too clever for your own good, sugar,” he hisses, holding you close enough to feel his breath on your face. “But you’re forgetting something. I’m not the only one up here dealing right now.”

Fuck.

Shit.

“Twenty six of my employees are up here as we speak, looking to close deals themselves. They are only waiting for me to give them the green light and those twenty-six other desperate humans, well, let’s just say… they’re not all as clever as you.”

He clenches your jaw again and you wince in pain.

If someone makes a demon deal on this scale, you can’t even begin to think of the consequences it will have if they don’t fully understand what they’re doing. And best case scenario still includes someone innocent signing over their soul.

“Fine. Get your minions in line and we’ll deal.”

“Atta girl.” Bucky’s metal arm goes around your shoulders and forces you to sit down on the charred remains of the bench seat. The close proximity, the way your body is now pressed against his makes you feel sick. “So, what do you think we can do for each other?”

"I want the world back the way it was before-"

"Yes, before the alien horde attacked it. You've said that already. Don't bore me, sweet cheeks," he warns and a shiver creeps through you. "How do you even know I have that kind of power, hm?"

"Don't you?"

“Depends on what I’m being offered,” he drawls and your skin runs cold. “I believe you know how this usually goes. One wish for one soul, collected ten years down the road. If that’s what you’re hoping for, I might as well leave it to my employees and call it a day.”

He trails Bucky’s vibranium fingers down the back of your neck, making goosebumps rise in their wake and you close your eyes as hard as you can to focus on thinking, not vomiting.

“You can have me.” The scene of the building falling on Steve keeps replaying itself in your mind’s eye over and over in a vicious loop, prompting you to force out the words. “My soul isn’t just any other soul. Otherwise, you wouldn’t be here.”

“Arrogant. But correct.”

“And I don’t need ten years, just one.” The knot in your stomach feels as though it has moved up into your throat and it hurts to speak around it.

“Why should I give you as much as a day? You’re not exactly asking for pennies, sugar. The magic you want from me is off the charts. You should consider yourself lucky I don’t deep-fry you for even suggesting it.”

He enjoys every word he speaks out of Bucky’s mouth the way one might a sip of Champagne. But you have to endure his teasing, otherwise… there is no otherwise.

Clenching your fists, you turn and meet his blacked out eyes.

“I’m the only Avenger you’ll ever get and you know it. Every one of them is ready to repent and I have it on good authority they’re quite large upstairs with whom they accept these days. The Asguardians have their own deal. Wanda Maximoff is probably going to outlive you. Strange too. And if you had Steve…” The firmness in your voice wobbles and your eyes grow hot with tears. “If you had Steve you would be rubbing it in my face,” you finish in a quieter tone. Bucky cocks his head with a smirk.

“Yes, I most certainly would.”

“So I’m all there is,” you maintain stubbornly, forcing yourself not to cry outright. "My soul and any future soul headed your way. A new possible eternity to gear up for your pissing contest with the halo crew. All I ask in return is a year. This year, the one we've just had."

"Interesting." He studies your face with a mix of triumph and amused apprehension. He's close. So close in fact that you can feel his breath on your lips and smell the dried blood in his mouth. "You do realize that proper wording is everything?"

"I do." You have to swallow hard not to gag or cry or maybe outright scream. This is the only play you have. If he doesn't agree, no one else is going to save you, save everyone. "My soul for a one year reset. Do we have a deal?"

He licks his lips slowly in thought, blacked out eyes never leaving yours.

“Not so fast, cherry pie. Your soul for another year still leads to this place, this moment. Earth overrun by an alien army and no more business for little old me. If you’re just trying to trick me into giving you more naked tumbling time with your soldier boys-”

“I am trying to save the world! And you’re how I’m going to do it, so unless one of those twenty-six other random idiots miraculously have a better offer for you, I suggest you take it.”

When you finally realize you’re shouting at the Devil, it’s too late. The familiar metal fingers are around your throat before you can even think to say you’re sorry and they’re squeezing so hard you’re sure you’ve used up his patience. It’s not like he’s known for it.

“You witches always were a bunch of condescending whores,” he hisses. It’s so quiet you can only hear him because his teeth are practically scraping your cheeks with the words. “I’ll take your sorry little deal, baby. And I’ll make sure your dear Jamie gets to watch and feel every single second of it. Give him a little taste of what’s waiting for you when it’s all over. A dreamy dose of nightmare fuel to top off the horror show in this melon.”

With the hand that’s still flesh and bone, he tears at your fitted tactical suit, easily ripping it open and exposing you to his gaze. Shame burns in your cheeks. You knew it would go this way, but for it to have to be Bucky…

He starts to peel off pieces of your torn suit until you’re bared in front of him. You’ve done rituals and sex spells before, shedding clothes is nothing new. But having them ripped from your body by the Devil wearing your lover with one hand while he chokes you with the other makes you feel naked in an entirely different way.

Normally when Bucky rips your clothes off, it makes you feel desired and sexy and powerful. This is… so far from that. It's cold and it's ugly. It makes you want to push him away with everything in your arsenal, your muscles, your magic, shit, you're ready to claw his face bloody with your fingernails, but you don't.

You just stay where you are and let him throw you to the ground, asphalt and tiles beneath the debris biting into the skin and bruises on your back.

Trying not to cry, because if you start there is no way you can stop.

The body lowering itself onto yours is at the same time familiar and foreign to you. As he starts to undo his belt and zipper of the tactical suit, you allow yourself for just a moment to imagine that it is Bucky, your Bucky. And that everything will be fine again.

But then his mismatched hands glide over your hips, squeezing far harder than Bucky ever would, and there is no way you can keep imagining it's really him, no way you want to.

Bucky didn't consent to this.

Because of what you've done, he is once again a prisoner in his own mind and even though he won't remember this, despite what the Devil said to rattle you, that is no excuse. He is being used all over again for something that Bucky himself would never allow. To make a deal with the Devil, to conjure dark magic… to hurt you. It has got to be his worst nightmare made real, all over again.

All because you were careless and desperate.

I'm sorry, my love, you think, closing your eyes.

This was meant to be your sacrifice and yours alone.

Bucky's body feels a thousand times heavier upon your own than it usually is, but you know it has to be that way, otherwise the last shred of your conscience would crumble completely. This has to hurt you too.

His warm hand slips in between your legs and his smirk is right above your face, dripping hot blood into your eyes.

"Think you can give me a little something to work with, honey?," he grins and drags his fingers through your folds, making you squirm to get away before you can stop yourself. "You know we both gotta commit here."

You grit your teeth and force yourself to lie still. The fingers you know so well start to circle your clit, but it takes forever before you feel anything but discomfort - little threads of warmth, only the beginnings of something pleasurable - and at that point, your little nub is too sore from the pressure for it to do much.

"Tough customer, huh," he smirks, clearly enjoying your helplessness. "Don't worry, I'll get you there, sweetheart. I've got everything I need in here, inside Barnes' pretty head…"

That may be so, but you can feel the difference because this isn't Bucky, not really. He kisses you roughly on the mouth. It's a struggle not to gag, but accept his tongue and let him explore. He tastes of dirt and blood and magic. He takes his time.

His fingers begin working between your legs again, slower this time, in a motion that forces a surprised little gasp out of you. He slides one thick finger in between your lips, barely dipping into you at first, just stroking your folds languidly and occasionally massaging your clit again with much gentler motions than first.

The way Bucky would do it.

The first time your legs tremble around his hand, he smirks and moves his kisses to the side of your neck.

“Knew you’d warm up to me, sugar,” he grins, licking up the underside of your jaw. “Just imagine it’s really me… doll.”

You can't help it, you let out a tiny whimper against his ear and it's not all pain anymore. You know better than this, but fuck, he's using that voice, the deep, gravelly one that goes straight to your core so much faster and more effective than his fingers.

And even though it’s wrong, you’ve made your choice. You made it the second you started writing the summoning spell.

So in the end, you lean your head back on the ground and close your eyes, let him work you over until you can’t hold back the moans any longer. They spill out of you as Bucky’s fingers rub your clit in faster and faster circles, his other hand holding you down because your hips are shaking and bucking away from the onslaught of pleasure his touch evokes, more and more, there is no way your body can take it…

The pleasure peaks and sparks through your veins. It feels awful. It feels delicious.

All your aching muscles pulse with the orgasm and he doesn’t stop to let you come down, no, instead he plunges two fingers into you and continues to rub your clit with his thumb while he searches for the spot inside of you that immediately makes you cry out when he touches it.

“There we go, doll, you can give me one more.”

Smirking, even with your eyes closed you know he has to be smirking at the way your body reacts to him.

And you do give him one more. His fingers stroke and rub your sweet spot expertly while the rough pad of his thumb keeps pressure on your clit just the way Bucky always does when he wants to keep you strung high on pleasure and it works. Another orgasm crashes into the ebb of the former and makes you wail into his long, dirty hair. He keeps you locked in place even when you jolt in his hold, thrashing almost because it's too much, it feels too good, you're burning up from all the places his hand is touching you.

You whimper as he withdraws his fingers, soaked in your glistening wetness but he doesn't leave you wanting for very long.

He starts unbuckling his tactical belt and it falls to the ground with a clank. His pants follow shortly and you’re still shaking, still too overwhelmed in the afterglow of your sweet Bucky’s fingers as he takes out his cock and slides it through your slick folds with a grin on those bloodied lips.

“Deal’s on, baby,” he whispers and the sting of his teeth drawing blood from your earlobe disappears when he buries his cock within your walls in one, smooth thrust.

Your eyes roll back into your head and inside your fitted combat boots you curl your toes at the feeling. Your mouth falls open in a gasp of pitiful ecstasy.

Somewhere in the haze of pain and adrenaline and grief and serotonin and the primal fear of dying, your mind still knows this is wrong and that you should be utterly revolted by what the two of you are doing with Bucky’s body, but you just can’t.

The warmth of your lover’s familiar form is a balm on your heart that you don’t deserve, but you welcome it anyway. The salty taste of your tears of pleasure overshadows the bitter tang of blood. He groans in your ear.

Every thrust of his hips feel like home.

You almost cry out his name, it feels so good, but you bite down the instinct at the last second. Instead you close your eyes and try to lose yourself in the wild rhythm of your joined bodies that has you clinging onto him for dear life. The pace is brutal. You never expected otherwise.

And soon enough, the heat is blazing up in you again, making you groan, making you squeeze down on him.

“Oh God, fuck… fuck…,” you whimper, digging your nails into his shoulders and Bucky’s laugh that you know so well washes over you.

“God doesn’t care, dollface,” he grins, leaning back just enough to get the metal hand in between you and rub his thumb on your clit, “just be glad that I do.”

He moves his hips faster, pinning you down by the hips with the hand not between your legs and this time you do scream.

As your body finally succumbs to the pleasure, you throw your head back and wail into the darkness around you. It reverberates through both of you, through the ground and your shield and the slab of stone covered in your bloody summons. You writhe and thrash in his grip under the wave of the orgasm crashing through you, wanting it to be over, wanting it to go on forever.

And with a sound somewhere between a broken moan and a winded, manic laugh, the demon on top of you at last spills his cum inside of you to seal the magical contract.

He doesn’t stop moving until your cunt has milked every drop from him, your soft silken walls pulsing with the climax long after he’s done.

You want to lie there and bask in the afterglow until your shielding spell fails, pretending just a while longer that you’re lying in Bucky’s loving arms while you wait for the inevitable end of everything.

Every little piece of you wants it.

The tears that roll down your grimy cheeks now are cold.

The ground is getting harder under your stiff back and you can feel the chill quickly settling in your bones.

“Well, that was certainly worth my time.” You grit your teeth against the sight of Bucky’s blacked out eyes so close to yours and steel yourself as much as you can.

He softly strokes your cheek and makes a show of pulling out of you slowly, kissing you sweetly on your stubbornly shut lips the way the real Bucky would have done.

It’s a struggle not to wince but somehow you manage to lie there and let his antics wash over you without blinking. As soon as he steps away from you though, you’re off the ground and covering yourself up the best you can with what’s left of your torn tactical suit.

He zips himself back into the confines of his pants completely unhurried.

“So…” He stretches both arms leisurely above his head, looking you over. It would make your skin crawl if you had the time to really think about it but you don’t let yourself think at all. There’s no room for anything but what you’re about to do.

“So what?,” you shoot back mirthlessly. “We have a deal. Now deliver.”

“Your bedside manners are terrible, did loverboy here ever tell you that?”

The inside of your cheek breaks between your teeth as you hold back a furious retort.

“Don’t worry sugarplum, I am going to work my magic and make all of this nastiness go away.” He twirls on the spot, savoring the wreckage of New York around him. “But I am still curious. What are you going to do with your year, hm?”

It’s still difficult to look at him and not see Bucky. Your heart aches in your chest like a wound when the thought strikes you that this is the last time you’re going to see him and it isn’t even really him. Just the devil wearing his body. A body you just helped defile.

But you still manage to meet his eyes.

“I’m going to cast a spell. Turn those aliens into fucking dust before they even set eyes on this planet.”

You can feel the world slowly starting to change around you as you speak. It’s like a wet painting left outside in the rain, colors dripping down the canvas until the motive is all blurry shapes and splotches of acrylics.

Time is crawling backwards outside of your protective circle.

Bucky’s mouth twitches.

“You are very powerful, no doubt about that. But one spell against an army? You’re not exactly The Scarlet Witch, babycakes. Did a roll in the hay with little old me incite such illusions of grandeur in that lovely little head of yours?”

“Nimue’s Hand,” you bite and in less than a second Bucky’s features shift into a mask of rage. It’s almost satisfying when his fingers close around your throat and squeeze.

“You fucking whore!”, he yells into your face, slamming you against the concrete wall still bloodied from your summoning spell. “You filthy, cheating little… witch.”

And despite the fact that you can hardly breathe, that your vision is going fuzzy at the edges and a fresh pain is swelling in the back of your head, you grin at him.

“That’s right. You know that spell, don’t you?”

You don’t have to ask. Of course he knows.

Nimue’s Hand is an ancient spell of pure annihilation. No one has ever cast it before, otherwise… the world would know it. It has been passed down through the generations of witches as far back as the line has existed, whispered from mother to daughter for hundreds of years, probably even longer.

It is a morsel of forbidden knowledge that despite everything has managed to stay a secret lurking in the very depths of every witch’s consciousness, never spoken aloud, never used.

Until now.

The spell is so powerful that casting it will rip your very soul to shreds and scatter them among the stars. You are never going to find rest but it’s a cost you’re willing to pay.

A last resort.

Bucky roars and lets go of you, punching the wall next to your head so hard the whole thing disintegrates. But that is all he can do.

You have a deal.

He never said an intact soul. And af all, proper wording is everything.

It’s your turn to laugh. Wheezing and coughing, you can’t help it. At this point, it is all you really have to laugh about.

The world is coming into view around you again. You’re no longer wearing the tactical gear from the battle but instead the dress you were wearing a year ago is materializing on your skin. Bucky’s wounds are healing, the blood is disappearing and his suit is changing into running shorts and a white T-shirt. Together with his black eyes and the way he snarls and yells in fury, it looks almost comical.

You can’t dwell on it though.

You’re on a clock now.

“Pleasure doing business with you,” you manage to get out as you brush the concrete dust off your arms. “I’ll see you in a year.”

He grips your upper arm so tightly you know it’s going to bruise but you can’t care about that now. Slowly he leans in and traces a finger down the side of your face with the flesh hand, pure and utter hatred seeping from his every pore.

“Oh, I’ll see you, Y/N. I’m going to stick every last piece of that splintered soul I’m owed back together, no matter how long it takes and when I do… well…”

His nail cuts into the skin on your jaw, making you wince despite yourself.

“I’m not going to be as sweet as Jamie here.”

You try not to shudder as he lets go of you and turns to leave. You allow yourself to see him walk away and the exact moment the devil leaves Bucky’s body is obvious.

He stops in the middle of what is no longer a burned out crater, but instead an almost empty street in the early afternoon, and looks around a bit disoriented.

Fresh tears prickle at your eyes and you can feel your heart nearly coming to a stop in your chest.

This is the day you first met. In a few moments he is going to turn around and see you, ask you for directions because he got lost in his own head for a bit and must have turned down the wrong street. His slightly embarrassed little smile as he said it…

The second before he spots you, you turn around and walk away, leaving him behind.

Fists clenched, vision blurred.

Angrily, you wipe at your eyes, ignoring how easy it would be to turn back and still bump into him, to get that wonderful year with him and Steve again.

You can’t think like that.

It takes a lot of effort to prepare your soul for the casting of your spell and after all, you did make a deal. You need to focus.

Your time is already running out.

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navybrat817 · 6 months

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Mission Report

Pairings: Incubus!Stucky x Enhanced!Female Reader, Incubus!Bucky Barnes x Female Reader, Incubus!Steve Rogers x Female Reader Summary: After a night with the two demons, Brock comes to collect your body and faces the fury of all three of you. Word Count: Over 4k Warnings: Explicit sexual content, threesome, unprotected sex, vaginal fingering, spitroasting, blood, violence (shooting, stabbing, and more), physical and mental torture, dark elements, death, revenge, implied noncon, possessive behavior, supernatural elements, Incubus Stucky (that's a warning, lovelies!). A/N: Fic #10 and final fic for Navy's Trick or Treat Nonsense! I had to revisit my incubi the day before Halloween and this is a direct follow up to Ready to Comply. ❤️ Not beta read and written on my phone, so any and all mistakes are my own. Divider by the talented @firefly-graphics. Please follow @navybrat817-sideblog for new fics and notifications. Comments, reblogs, feedback are loved and appreciated!

Less than a day passed since Bucky and Steve claimed you as their own, but it felt like you always belonged to them. You were their eternal award for their capture. They were your reward for the pain you endured. The three of you would scorch the earth together.

Your captors weren't strong enough to endure the flames.

As you lay naked on the floor as instructed, you counted the footsteps as the squad members got closer. There were three pairs of heavy boots, one set which belonged to Brock Rumlow. You almost pushed yourself up when fiery anger coursed through your veins. You wanted him turned to ash just so you could watch the wind blow him away into nothingness. It would be glorious to smile in the face of his demise.

“She feels your rage, Buck. Reign it in,” Steve ordered from where he sat in the corner.

“No,” Bucky spoke in an almost laidback tone from the opposite corner. “Let her feel it.”

In the very short time they bound you to them, you figured out that Steve was the more assertive of the two. It didn't mean Bucky wasn't forceful when he had to be. At the moment though, he wanted you to feel a bit more of his impulsive side.

“Now isn’t the time,” Steve chastised, making Bucky scoff in reply.

You lost the concept of time the day you were unwillingly taken under Hydra's wing. Counting down the hours, minutes, and seconds did you no good as you waited for whatever horror they decided to unleash upon you. The days were no longer a precious gift, but a stark reminder that you were closer to death.

A sound reminiscent of a snarl escaped as you opened your mouth. “Hydra took everything from me,” you grumbled as angry tears sprang to your eyes. “I want their blood to stain the ground. I want it to paint the walls.”

Thanks to the demons in your cell, your demons, you would get your revenge. You would live to fight again. And you would live to serve them. You promised them forever, after all.

An odd sense of comfort surrounded you and allowed you to breathe a bit easier. “We can feel your pain, sweetheart,” Steve whispered.

Bucky hummed, the warmth doubling within your chest. “We can also feel your strength, doll.”

“We'll spill their blood,” the blonde promised as you blinked the tears away. “But not if you're impatient. We need you to act docile when they take you out of the room.”

“Stevie's right. We know you're angry. We all are. They'll pay. Trust us,” the brunette agreed. “And we'll have lots of fun along the way.”

Demons were many things and played lots of tricks, but one thing they wouldn't do was lie to you. It allowed you to let the hurt go for the time being. “I'll behave,” you whispered when the footsteps stopped in front of the door.

“That's our girl,” the incubi said in unison, the words wrapping around your heart and reminding you that you weren't alone in this fight.

The bond crackled between the three of you as the door swung open. It allowed you to remain still, just like they told you to. You made no move to cover yourself as the men observed you on the floor. Your demons also made no move to go toward them. With the symbol above the doorway, there was no way for them to escape.

Yet.

“Well, well, well. I thought we’d find a corpse when we opened the door,” Brock smirked. Instead of snapping back the way you wanted to, you made a wounded sound instead. “But I guess they fucked the fight out of you after all.”

“She was a lot of fun to play with,” Bucky said, the phantom touch of his claw moving along your back easing you. “Really does go pliant with a cock in her.”

You had to bite your lip to suppress your moan. They wrung so much pleasure out of you that you stopped counting the orgasms. You were certain their seed was still dripping out of your holes.

“She was stronger than most,” Steve added, one of his claws joining Bucky’s as you made another small sound. It was arousing as much as it was calming. As fun as it would be to beg for their cocks in front of these men, now wasn’t the time to play. And the guards weren’t an audience who deserved to watch you get off. “Feel free to bring her back.”

“You’d like that, wouldn’t you? Fucking freaks,” Brock sneered, his hand tightening around the taser prod on his hip. “Get up, bitch. We don’t have all day.”

You slowly lifted your head and held a hand out. All you had to do was pretend just a little bit longer. “Help me,” you whispered.

His lip curled in a dark smirk as he stayed in place. “You really think I’m dumb enough to go in there? Nice fucking try. Crawl if you can't walk.”

Bucky growled in your mind and Steve’s fury simmered in your core as you began to drag yourself across the cold floor, both of your demons itching to attack when the men laughed at your “weakened” state. You let them have their fun. It would be one of the last things they ever did in this world. And it would be your laughter ringing in their ears once their souls went to Hell.

Soon.

Once you crawled far enough out of the room, the guards finally moved to grab you. They each took an arm and yanked you to your feet, uncaring of your discomfort, as your head lolled from side to side. Brock’s eyes lewedly dragged along your shivering frame before he grabbed your chin and forced you to look into his dark eyes. There was no mercy in his gaze.

And you felt none in your heart for him.

The fingers on your chin tightened painfully, but you didn’t give Brock the satisfaction of whimpering. “Did you learn your lesson?”

“Yes, sir,” you answered before he forced you to look over your shoulder, your neck straining from the angle. Bucky and Steve’s eyes glowed a furious shade of red as they moved to the center of the room and stared you both down. It would’ve frightened you if you didn’t know that they were yours.

“I think they miss you already. Slut,” Brock taunted, saliva hitting your cheek as he roughly released you and walked down the hall. “Bring her to my office. Let’s see her fight back when she can barely stand on her own two feet.”

Steve whispered one word as the men began to drag you away. “Now.”

A surge of energy flowed through you as you harshly shoved the guard to your right away with enough force that he smacked the wall. Before the other guard could react, you grabbed his gun from his holster and aimed at his head. “Safety first,” you said, firing a bullet through his skull.

“Stupid bitch,” the first guard snapped as he straightened up. You grabbed his wrist when he reached for his gun, his skin warming under your touch as he gasped air. Just as quickly as his skin grew hot, he grew deathly cold.

“You feel that?” Bucky moaned.

“I feel it,” Steve confirmed. “She's giving us his energy.”

You didn't know how you were doing that since Bucky and Steve used sex to drain life force. Were you a conduit now thanks to your bond? Just how powerful had they made you?

“Help,” the guard gasped before you pressed the gun to his forehead and fired. You smiled when his body hit the floor. It felt like minutes, but happened in the span of seconds.

The blood along the walls also brought an unexpected moan out of you.

Blood. Red. Lust.

“That’s our girl,” Steve praised.

“Good fucking girl,” Bucky added, their pride in you making you whimper.

“Really?” Brock muttered from the end of the hall as he turned to face you, his gun in hand as you shrugged. “I should’ve known you’d do something stupid. Now I need to hire two more men.”

“Actually, you’re the one who did something stupid by giving me to them,” you said, gesturing behind you. “And we’re going to kill you.”

Your captor’s scoff made you smile more. He didn’t believe you, but you couldn’t wait to prove him wrong. “Just because you have the serum doesn't mean you're not expendable,” he said, aiming the gun at your heart. “Let's see you try and kill me with a bullet in your chest, bitch.”

“You’re not going to shoot me,” you spoke in a low and hypnotic voice. It wasn’t your own. Your demons were speaking through you. “You’re going to shoot the symbol above the door until you run out of bullets and drop your weapon.”

A bead of sweat rolled down Brock’s forehead as he slowly raised his arm higher, the veins in his neck straining as he tried to resist the order. He had every reason to be afraid. The marking was the only reason Bucky and Steve hadn’t killed him yet. Once they were free, he’d have to answer for his sins.

“What the fuck?” he asked.

“Doesn't feel good to not be in control, does it?” you replied, taking great pleasure in knowing he couldn't stop himself. “Shoot.”

You stared him down as he fired the first shot, watching him grit his teeth. Your nipples hardened as he fired again and you couldn’t help but dip a hand between your legs as power continued to move through you. It shouldn’t have aroused you so much with two dead bodies nearby, but revenge was exhilarating to say the least.

“Don’t get started without us,” Bucky called out, even as you envisioned him wrapping a hand around his cock. With a whine, you grudgingly stopped touching yourself. “I wanna taste you while he begs for his life.”

“Oh, he’ll beg,�� Steve smirked, his claws scratching the wall by the door. “And we won’t listen to his prayers.”

“Shit,” Brock groaned, his arm trembling as he took his last shot.

The hall went silent as you dared to look behind you. Whatever marking that kept the demons trapped in that cell was gone now, lost in a pile of rubble and dust on the ground. “It’s time to play,” you said, urging them to come out.

The gun fell from Brock’s hand as Steve took the first step. He sighed happily when nothing prevented him from walking through, but the glow of his eyes was anything but comforting as he looked at Brock. With unnatural speed, he flew toward him as he reached for his radio. The snap of his wrist breaking was one of the best sounds you’d ever heard.

“Mmm. Break his other wrist, Stevie,” Bucky suggested as he stepped out of the room and joined you at your side. You gasped when he pulled you in front of him to grind his hips against you, his cock hard and hot against your skin. “Make him scream.”

“Fuck-” Brock screamed as Steve snapped his other wrist, his hands useless as the blonde demon grinned.

Steve brought his finger to his mouth and licked a drop of blood away. “You taste bitter,” he taunted before he lifted his head. “Another guard is on the way.”

Bucky chuckled as said man entered the hall a moment later. “All alone? That's brave and stupid.”

“Oh, my God,” he said as he surveyed the scene.

It had to be quite the sight. Blood and brain matter along the walls, the man's boss on the ground in pain, you and your demons naked and unafraid. Haunting and beautiful.

“There's no God here,” Bucky smirked as he lazily rocked his hips against you. “But feel free to pray anyway.”

“Do something!” Brock ordered through his pain.

Bucky spoke a command in his natural tongue as the guard dropped his gun. Fear radiated from him as he took a knife from his belt and turned the edge toward his throat. “I don't wanna-” he shoved the blade deep in his neck with wide eyes before he could finish his statement, gurgling as he collapsed.

“Die,” you whispered, completing his sentence.

You had to bite back a moan as Bucky turned your head to meet your lips in a filthy kiss, Steve smirking as he looked back at you two. The carnage fueled their need as much as yours. As the coppery scent of the blood continued to fill your nostrils, you justified that this was the right thing to do. The men made their beds.

They could die in them.

“Come in,” a voice on Brock's radio rang out.

“Shh. Don’t make a sound,” Steve ordered, grabbing Brock’s radio as the operative went eerily silent. His eyes bulged as the demon began to speak with his voice. “Go ahead.”

“Thought I heard commotion in the hall. Sent David in to assist. Do you need more backup? Over.”

“Negative. Subject tried to escape and we subdued her. All clear. But no one is to go in the South Wing, no matter what you see or hear. And tell all S.T.R.I.K.E. members to gather in the debriefing room and await further instructions. Over.”

“But sir-”

Steve's eyes flashed as he continued to speak like Brock. “Did I fucking stutter? Get the men there and stay the fuck out of here. That's a direct order. Over.”

“Roger that.”

Bucky chuckled when Steve crushed the radio in his hand. No alarms rang out. No soldiers ran down the hall to recapture you. There were no lockdowns. Brock knew he was fucked.

And not in the way you would be.

“You know, Rumlow. You truly are a dark soul with a penchant for pain,” the brunette began, nipping your shoulder as his hands roamed your body. “We could’ve worked out some sort of deal with you. Given you true power. But you just had to lock us up.”

Something dark surfaced from the depths of your mind as you listened. You saw yourself curled up, naked and trembling, in the corner of a cell similar to the one they kept your demons in as Brock advanced on you. “Make yourself useful or you’ll die choking on my cock,” he threatened. It was a memory you kept locked away after they captured you and shot you up with the serum. One they thought they erased for good.

The anguish was almost enough to drown yourself in.

“And you just had to hurt our girl,” Steve snarled, swiping his claws across Brock’s cheek when you whined.

“No one hurts our girl,” Bucky growled over his cry as blood sprayed from the open wounds.

You no longer felt like you were drowning as they fed you strength, allowing you to see clearly again. You always wanted someone protective by your side. Someone to fight for you. Now you had two beside you.

“He can’t hurt me anymore,” you said as the blonde grabbed him by his hair and pulled him back down the hall toward you. He may have yanked a few strands out along the way. “Would you like to hear my mission report, Rumlow?”

His chest heaved a bit as he lay on the ground, trying to breath steadily through the pain. “Yes,” he lied, knowing better than to smart off again.

You arched your back when Bucky covered your breast with his hand, squeezing it gently as Steve joined you and began to play with the other. “You tossed me in their cell with the hopes they’d drain my energy, but I came out stronger. You know why? Because I gave myself to them. All of me,” you explained. A gunshot rang out before Brock screamed and grabbed his knee, the pistol you stole from the dead guard now in Steve's hand. “Their power flows through my veins and my soul belongs to them. We’re bound to each other.”

“And her energy is delicious. Just like her cunt,” Bucky smiled as he turned and shoved you into Steve’s arms. He sank to his knees and winked before he tossed your leg over his shoulder, nosing at your slit. “Hold my horns if you need to.”

“I supposed we should thank you,” Steve said, tossing the gun away. He brought a hand back to your breast, pinching your nipple as Bucky licked along your folds. You grabbed his horns and squeezed when his wicked tongue got to work. “Whatever you injected her with helped her survive what would've killed a normal human. And the more we fucked her, the more she needed us.”

“Such a greedy, pretty thing when she takes our cocks,” Bucky spoke against your pussy, the image of him fucking your throat while Steve took you from behind shimmering in your mind. You could feel them inside you, claiming you as theirs. “Didn’t even take much for her to come when we took her ass.”

Your holes clenched, desperate for them to fill you again. “You tried to turn me into a weapon,” you moaned, smiling as blood dripped from Brock’s leg. “I guess, in a way, you succeeded. Because we’re going to destroy Hydra.”

Bucky flicked the tip of his tongue against your clit as you squirmed. It wasn't enough. You needed more. “Three guards down.”

Steve smiled as he kissed along your neck, his lips lingering on your pulse. “And you’re next, Rumlow.”

“No,” Brock breathed, pushing himself up with his elbow. Fire filled your eyes when he met your gaze, his face going pale under your stare. Were your eyes glowing? “I-I can still join you. I can help.”

“I don’t think you can help us,” Steve said, nodding down to Bucky. His tongue stabbed deep with a moan as he swiped his hand along Brock’s thigh, his claws tearing through the tactical pants and skin. More blood splattered as he screamed in agony. “But you can bleed.”

“Beg. I want you to beg for me to save you,” you moaned, grinding against the brunette’s face before your expression twisted with anger. “I was innocent, you piece of shit.”

Where was your innocence now? Gone. Destroyed. But you made a choice. You allowed yourself to slip into darkness by joining forces with the incubi they captured. And you didn't regret it for a second.

“Please,” Brock said above a whisper, trying in vain to cover his wounds. How much had it taken for him to say that single word? “I-I was just following orders. I'm sorry. Save me.”

You regarded Brock with an unsympathetic gaze. You could show him compassion that he never bestowed upon you and let him see that there was still good in you. But where was the fun in that? What kindness did you possibly owe him?

You glanced back at Steve as you considered it, who merely smiled and pressed a soft kiss to your lips. You felt Bucky smile, too. They encouraged your fury, fueled it. These demons truly were glorious. Horrifying.

And they were yours.

“You're not sorry and you know the orders were bullshit. So as far as saving you?” You asked, smiling when the realization of his doom crossed his face. “No, I don’t think I will.”

Brock's hands flew to his head as he let out a cry of anguish. It filled the hall, like a song of agony as the lights flickered. The sound almost shook you to your core, but it fed into your growing darkness. You embraced it with a smile.

“Do you know who those screams in your head belong to?” Steve asked evenly as Brock continued to yell and thrash around. “That's the suffering of every person you ever hurt. All the pain you caused.”

Bucky pulled his mouth away to glare at him. “Including our girl.”

How many bodies had Brock and his men left on their path of destruction? How many lives had they ruined? It was only fair to return the favor.

“Stop it! Make it stop!” Brock cried, slamming the back of his head against the ground with enough force to crack it. “Stop!”

You cried out when Bucky shoved two fingers inside you, his claws careful not to cut you as he thrust deep. “You're close, doll. Dripping down my fingers,” he said, the sound of your wetness blending in beautifully with the wail of pain.

“He's close, too,” Steve said in your ear as he reached down to toy with your clit, playing with the sensitive bud with a grunt. You hardly paid any attention to Brock now, even as his body twitched and blood from his skull stained the floor. He was inconsequential to you as the light began to fade from his eyes. He was nothing. “It's the end for him.”

Bucky twisted his fingers with a smirk, your pussy quivering as you were ready to fall apart. “Come while he takes his last breath. Let go. Let it all go.”

Your vision swam as you did as he commanded, your entire body throbbing with pleasure. You felt the air leave Brock's lungs as bliss flooded you, Bucky's groan obscene as he brought his mout back to lick up your essence. Steve held onto you as you lost yourself, every part of you inside and out owned by their touch.

In that moment, you were invincible.

“Good fucking girl,” Bucky said, his mouth and chin wet from your release as he took his fingers out and lowered your shaky limb from his shoulder. “Damn. I thought he'd last a little longer. I wanted to shove his taser rod up his ass.”

“You still can,” Steve said, kissing your shoulder. “You did so well, sweetheart. You okay?”

The praise from both of them made you preen as you looked at the surrounding carnage, slowly coming down from your high. “I'm better than okay,” you exhaled, reaching out with your foot to nudge Brock's body, relief hitting you square in the chest when he didn’t move. Your tormentor was dead. And you wouldn't shed a single tear for him. “He's gone. He's really gone.”

“He is. And we're free, thanks to you, doll,” Bucky spoke, licking his fingers clean before he stroked himself, a cool shade of blue flickering from his red eyes. “Our mate.”

I'm theirs and they're mine.

And as their mate, you had to thank them. Take care of them. Worship their hard and aching cocks the way you were made to.

“Fuck me,” you breathed.

“With pleasure,” Steve smiled, putting you on your hands and knees before he sank down behind you. He shoved his thick cock inside you with no warning, the head of it practically kissing your cervix as you screamed. “This is just the beginning. We have more lives to destroy when we’re done fucking you. For now.”

Bucky tapped his cock against your cheek affectionately before he pushed inside your eager mouth. “Alexander Pierce. Jasper Sitwell. Everyone. We'll kill them all,” he promised, snapping his hips in time with Steve as you moaned, letting them use you like a ragdoll between them. But you didn't feel used in the slightest.

You felt complete.

“You're free,” Steve grunted, bringing his palm down on your ass with a sharp slap. “We're free.”

He was right. You were finally free from the shackles Hydra tried to put on you. And you couldn't wait for the carnage the three of you would continue to spread, once you could form a coherent thought. All you wanted for now was for them to paint every hole of yours until there wasn’t a drop left.

Bucky's head fell back with an excited moan, as if he read your mind. “And we have so much time to make up for. So take our cocks and let us fill your holes before we burn this place to the ground.”

That was a mission you were more than happy to complete.

So, THAT happened and I'm not sorry. Hehe. Love and thanks for reading! 🧡

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sinner-as-saint · 1 year

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Incubus!Bucky x Witch!reader (fantasy au)

Run-through: You learnt about them when you were young. You had tomes filled with information about them, how to invite one, how to control one, etc. You also knew that if done right, union with an incubus was said to result in the birth of powerful witches. And now, after having spent years all alone following the unfortunate slaughter of your family you have two strong desires; to have a child and to continue the witch bloodline. Both of which can be fulfilled by summoning and making the right arrangements with the right incubus. And the best part of it all, incubi were known to be incapable of love and emotional attachment, so ending the arrangement once you conceived wouldn’t be hard for either parties involved. Except, it’s not always that easy, is it? And perhaps, not all incubi are heartless.

Themes: breeding kink, smut, fluff, incubus!bucky, witch!reader, size difference, he has wings and a tail, some angst, HEA

a/n: nothing is folklore accurate whatsoever just excessive imagination and vibes hehe

You were prepared if ever it was not going to work the first time.

You’d been told, when you were a young woman who had just begun learning about the art of witchcraft under your mother and grandmother’s supervision, that incubi were particularly stubborn and picky demons. They were strong, seductive with vigorous stamina.

Given their power, they aren’t summoned. No. They are invited. And if they are feeling mischievous and generous, they accept the invitation. Sure, most incubi visited weak mortals of their own volition however they did avoid witches. Because the power dynamic there was more or less in equilibrium. Incubi couldn’t mess with witches like they did with mortals because witches were strong and smart enough to mess with them right back.

Still, you had made sure that everything was just perfect. You had countless tomes and books and scrolls on your table, all containing multiple ways of inviting an incubus. So many rules to follow. But you had done everything right; every rune, every herb, every incantation, every offering - to complete the invitation you had always been taught to lure them with something they’d want. Other than sex.

You had been told certain secrets other witch families did not know. Like how incubi, though ravenous, had a weakness for embellishment. Trinkets. Shiny things. So you offered this one a crown made of gilded animal bones.

You had everything in place. All that was left to do was wait. So you sat there, in what you called your workshop. You had a quiet little home in the middle of the woods. Well away from the kingdom of the vile King who had your entire family eliminated after using your powers and cures to save his wife from a terrible disease. For years the King was kind to your family, but one day, his wife died of natural causes, none of your doing but still, the King went mad and ordered to have your family slain. You managed to escape, unfortunately your mother and grandmother couldn’t.

So you ran far, far away from the kingdom. Got on a ship and travelled to a new country. Here people were welcoming and kind. No kings and queens, just people living together in harmony. So with what little money you had, you bought a plot of land and built a house. You had neighbours, but since you all had a large country all to yourselves, everyone was scattered rather far and wide from one another.

This country was unlike anything you’d ever heard or dreamt about. You had friends here who did similar things like you; warlocks, necromancers. Then there were the mermaids in the lake, and the fae people living in the same woods as you, centaurs and wolf shifters lived deeper in the woods, and so many more you still had to meet. There were no wars here, just peace.

But peace, after some years, started looking a lot like loneliness. During the initial years it seemed like you could do this forever, run your little shop, help your new friends when they needed you, socialise and learn about so many new people and animals, you thought you could spend a lifetime just being here and being happy. But then, as much as you adored your friends and neighbours, you missed family. Your own flesh and blood. And after years of living here and making sure that this was the happiest and safest place to have a family of your own, you wanted a child. And what better way of ensuring to pass on the gifts of your powerful bloodline than this. Besides, witches lived for a very, very long time and you couldn’t imagine spending centuries all alone.

You had envisioned your dream life often. Since witches most often had daughters, you often dreamt of you and your daughter living in this lovely place. Your home was spacious enough to accommodate around five people easily so you’d have more than enough space. You would build your daughter her own little workshop table. You’d teach her everything your mother and grandmother taught you, and all that you learnt by yourself. You’d watch her grow up and make friends of her own, maybe she’d like the faeries and the mermaids more. Or maybe even the gnomes. Or the pegasus in the meadows.

Maybe someday down the line you’d have another child. And you’d raise them both with the same kindness and love that your mother had with you. And life would be perfect then; with your girls, your friends, in this peaceful country.

If only…

“Such pretty dreams you’re having, little witch.”

A deep, smooth voice said. Sounding like it wasn’t too far from where you were… sleeping? Had you actually fallen asleep at your desk while waiting? You woke up startled, blinking at the demon in the room who was casually lounging on the chair by the window. The same chair on which you sat and read during the afternoons.

Except, the demon made the chair look smaller than it was. The chair still accommodated him well enough, but he was bigger. Broad shoulders, wide leathery wings folded behind him, long legs… he was surely taller than most of the people here. Shorter than the giants, but still. You had read that incubi were bigger in height and built and… other assets when compared to mortal men but seeing him in real life was still a little shocking.

Every other feature of his was mortal-like. Deep blue eyes, slightly darker here in your candlelit workshop. Pretty face, you noticed, if not a little arrogant looking but it suited him. Well defined features. Soft mouth, perfect nose. And he was slightly tanned. You thought he’d be ghostly white, with near translucent skin given there wasn’t any sun in the depths of hell that he came from. He also had shadowy, near black markings all over his hands, chest and some creeping up his neck. Swirls and symbols, and it only made him look even more dangerously attractive.

The candlelight reflected a little on the shinier parts of his large, leathery wings and you shivered a little before speaking, after clearing your throat. “You came.” You simply said and watched how his mouth twisted into a handsome smirk.

“How could I not?” He said, sounding cocky. “You gave me a proper invitation. And offered me such a pretty crown,” He twirled the gilded crown between his fingers, and added, “And such soft, delicious bread.”

Your face contorted in confusion at the sound of that. “Bread?”

He nodded, still toying with the handmade crown, “Forgive me, I didn’t save you any. I was famished. Butter and honey, was it?” His voice sounded like a purr, like a lover’s caress. Dangerous he was, this one. The handsome ones usually are if you remember your notes correctly.

You blinked at him once, twice and then looked down at your hand and sure enough, there it was - remnants of the butter. You had been nibbling on homemade bread as you waited earlier, but given that you fell asleep at your desk, the bread must have fallen out of your hand, rolled and landed near the runes. Had you messed up? You couldn’t have. He was here, wasn’t he?

The demon gave you another arrogant grin, “I assume the bread was a mistake.”

You stood up from your chair and thought well before speaking, “I apologise.” You said. Even though it is always said to never seem shy and docile in front of the likes of him. You were supposed to assert dominance. But… how could you when he was looking at you like that? Himself looking all regal in all his naked glory.

He chuckled. Chuckled. Then said, “No matter.” You noticed he remained seated. He said, “I heard your invitation, heard what you wanted from me.” He paused for just a second and noticed the way you squirmed. Then continued, “I appreciate your gifts, witch.” He admitted. “So,” He spoke in the voice which was equivalent to a lover’s soft caress again, “A child?”

“Yes,” You said firmly, finally able to stand your ground and act like the powerful witch that you were. “A child.”

He nodded slowly, “I can’t say I’ve ever encountered a motherly sorceress before. Most of them are nasty and cruel.” He spoke with such honesty. It was refreshing almost.

You managed a faint smile as you looked down at the rings on your fingers, many of them were passed down to you, the others you had handcrafted, “Most of us develop a hard exterior because of how we are treated by most mortals. Half of them are afraid of us and the other half despises us enough to hurt us for no reason.”

He cocked his head to the side, “Who hurt you?”

“A King. He… hurt my family.” You answered.

“Hence the empty house.” He noted.

“Yes.” You said, finally looking up to meet his deep blue stare. He was… devilishly handsome. Even as he sat there looking all princely which should’ve irritated you because it was your favourite chair. What if his devilishly strong body breaks it?

But then…

Then he stood up. Proud and tall. Other parts of him stood proud and tall as well so you couldn’t help but look down, following the many muscles on his broad chest, down to his navel and down to his jutting cock.

Holy gods.

He was very, very well endowed. It took some seconds before you moved your shamelessly leering gaze up to his eyes again. And then… holy gods, he was tall. Taking up much more room now that he was standing up in the middle of your, what now seemed cramped, workshop.

He smirked as he looked down at you. Crossing his muscular arms over his chest he said, “I assume I am to your liking then?” He teased, obviously enjoying the way he had you tongue-tied.

You looked up at him nervously. You’d never done this before. And now, standing in your dimly lit workshop, wearing your black flowy black robe, the demon did make you feel a little subservient. “I… um, yes.” You struggled to answer, struggled to hold his lordly stare.

You mindlessly took a step back the moment he began approaching you. Steadily, slowly, letting you see all of him before he came to a stop only inches away from where you stood, near your desk.

“Well then, little witch. Shall we?” He said, before placing his warm hands on either side of your waist and lifted you up to set you down on the edge of the desk with ease. You never quite realised how strong incubi were until now. They were some of the strongest demons of Hell.

You were sat on the edge of your wooden desk, legs dangling off the edge as you looked up at him. Only then did you notice his slender tail, as it wrapped around your thigh which was now exposed due to the slit in your black robe.

The demon seemed to inhale deeply before saying, “You smell absolutely delicious.” He stepped in between your legs, spreading them as he placed both of his hands on either one of your thighs. “May I have a taste?” He asked, slowly pushing your back down on the surface of the table so you lay on it, with your legs still hanging off the edge.

You nodded. “Yes,” You murmured, watching him lean over you for a moment before he pulled your robe up to your waist, taking in the sight of your bare body under it.

He hummed in appreciation which shouldn’t have made your body tingle the way it did. Then he grabbed you by the hips and lifted your lower body off the table with ease, enough so that he could comfortably bend and place his mouth right where you didn’t realise you’d been aching for him to touch.

Your legs hooked easily over his shoulders as his ridiculously soft lips brushed against your inner thighs before you felt his warm, long tongue slide in between your wet lips. He somehow managed to spread your legs even more, leaving you completely at his monstrous mercy as his tongue teasing your entrance, lips sucking on your clit. Damn him. But at least now you understand why most people let incubi feed on them. It’s because their touch was this addicting.

Your hands rested on either side of your head, limp on the table as you threw your head back and moaned, unable to stop yourself. He growled against you, sending pleasurable vibrations all over your body. His tail remained wrapped around your thigh, slithering along your skin in tandem with his devious tongue as he ate you out ravenously, savouring your taste while holding your heated stare.

His strong body in contrast with your more mortal-looking one. His hands and arms, covered in those shadowy markings gripped your thighs securely, keeping you spread open for him. He almost made you forget the reason he was here was beyond just pleasuring you. “You taste exquisite, little witch.”

He knew he could only take minimal energy from you. Mortals were left drained after incubi were done with them but you were stronger, and with your protective wards around you, you didn’t feel as drained. Neither did he feed on you like he would on a mortal. Still, you felt a little delirious, almost euphoric as he tasted you.

You gasped and moaned as he almost made you come all over his tongue. You’d let yourself go under his irresistible touch. It was high time to get to business. “Don’t forget why you’re here, demon.” You managed to say before he slid his tongue inside you once more before pulling away and placing your lower body back on the wooden table.

“Of course. You need more than just my tongue, little witch.” He teased, keeping your legs wide open for him as he reached down and easily tore the rest of your robe off your body. You noticed his eyes got darker as he grabbed and fondled your breasts.

His shadow filled hands slowly trailed down your bare body. He reached your folds and once again teased your clit with his fingers, slowly sliding his one finger down your slit to your opening. His other hand grabbed his cock, guiding it over to your hole. You were drenched down there, he noticed. He was in a mood to play so instead of just sliding into you, he teased you by sliding his tip up and down your slit.

He rather enjoyed watching you hiss, and whine and whimper, and squirm on the tabletop. “You are going to have to put in some effort to fit me inside you.” He said, purposely pushing his tip against your tight opening, just applying enough pressure to make you lose your mind but not quite enough to slide in just yet.

Your voice trembled as you spoke, “Don’t… don’t play with me, demon.” You tried to sound as assertive as you could. But you ended up sounding like you were begging him to keep playing.

“No?” He cooed, almost in a mocking tone. “But you make such pretty sounds when I play with you.”

You arched your back, moving your hips forward, desperately trying to get his cock to slide inside you. You whimpered when he kept teasing you. “Please,” You murmured. Damn this demon and his enchanting touch.

He smirked. “Very well then.” He slowly pushed the tip of his cock inside of you, carefully watching you to gauge your reaction to his size. You felt his length stretching you like no one ever did. You gasped and moaned as he filled you up.

He grabbed your bent legs and spread them open, pushing them as far back as they would go before burying his cock fully inside your tight, warm hole. He held your stare the entire time, even as he pulled out and pushed back into you.

You gasped for air, the snugness of him feeling unbearably good. With your back flat against the wooden table top and you whined at the feeling of his cock moving swiftly in and out of you. You could feel your walls gripping him and milking him as he pounded into you.

“You feel just as good as you taste, little one.” He whispered as you threw your head back and moaned, feeling him moving in and out of you to the point where the only thing you could focus on was the snug way he felt inside you.

His large hands grabbed you by the hips, lifting your lower body just inches off the table and pulling you in each time he pushed inside you with enough force to drive you insane. Then… then you felt something pressing against your clit, rubbing it in sync with how he moved against you. His tail. The flat end of it, sliding across your sensitive clit while he fucked you.

You cried out loud, somehow managing to hold his stare as you slowly felt your brain getting foggy with intense pleasure.

“Look,” He whispered, pounding into you relentlessly, as he lowered his gaze to your lower abdomen. You followed his gaze and let out a gasp of both surprise and bliss. You watched how each time he pushed into you, a soft bulge formed against your stomach. “You’re so soft and delicate.” He said, his voice steady and calm as if he wasn’t rutting into you like an animal.

Mindlessly, you placed your hand right where the bulge formed each time and you felt it against the palm of your hand. You cried out in pleasure again.Your legs trembled as he held them spread open for him, not willing to let them go yet.

You closed your eyes as you felt your walls clenching around him and the pressure around your lower body felt tight and hot. The handsome demon looked down to where you clenched around his cock. And he sped up, moving the desk along with his thrust and causing books and scrolls and pens to fall carelessly on the ground.

Somehow, it felt like he fucked you deeper now. Faster. His damned tail moved against you in equal vigour, flicking your clit until you cried out again. He chuckled, watching you nearly come undone beneath him. So he leaned in and said, “Should I fill you up nicely now, little one?”

His voice, the surprising warmth of his body, the feeling of him inside you, the candlelight which made him look like a wild god. You whined, and said, “Yes, please.”

He smirked, letting go of your legs and instead leaned over your body so he could get close to your mouth. His hand grabbed your wrists and pinned them down on the table, above your head. This close, your breaths mingled. His heated stare, his warm body pressing against yours while his other hand reached up to toy with your breast. “So soft,” He whispered.

For some reason, that was all that you needed to hear, all the stimulation you needed to come undone, clenching around him violently as you did. He held your stare through it all and soon after, he spilled inside you too, grunting and gasping for air.

Your back arched off the wooden table as you felt his warm release filling you up. He pulled out a little and pushed inside you one more time before stopping, properly emptying himself inside you. You were still whimpering and moaning as he pulled out. You could feel his release slowly trickling out of you.

You closed your eyes for a few moments. And you fully expected him to be gone by the time you caught your breath and opened your eyes. But there he still was.

He picked you up from the table, cradled you in his arms and asked, “Where’s your bed?”

You lifted a shaky hand and pointed in the general direction of your bedroom, just outside your workshop and he began walking towards it. He stopped outside the dark doors and nudged them open with his broad shoulder, walking into your bedroom.

No one had ever been in here. Wherever you had your neighbours and friends over for dinner or the afternoon tea, you hosted them in the kitchen or the other rooms. He was the first person to ever walk into your bedroom and honestly, he didn’t look that out of place.

Your bedroom was spacious, mainly dark except for some candles which thanks to your magic could be left unattended and would never burn your house down.

“Here,” He placed you down in the middle of your bed and said, “I’ll take your leave now, little witch.” He spoke, smirking as he let his eyes roam your bare body one last time before turning around.

You reached out and grabbed his wrist before he would fully turn away. You managed to say, voice a little raspier now after all that moaning and gasping earlier, “You… um, in case this doesn’t work the first time around,” You spoke, hoping he read in between the lines, “And if I find myself in need of your, uh, help again. Would you come if I call?”

He grinned. “Of course. No need for shiny crowns next time, just leave out some warm bread.” He left you with a playful wink and a handsome smirk. And then just like that, as if the shadows of your room swallowed him whole, he disappeared.

—

For the following week that passed by, you paid extra attention to your body and with the help of your magic, you’d know if conception occurred. But also, you couldn’t bring yourself to forget the demon.

He’d been just as energetic and thorough as you expected him to be. But… he had also been much more gentle than you expected him to be. The bread incident made you giggle quietly to yourself now that you thought about it. And you did think about it each time you baked.

You were extra nervous the next time you sent out an invitation to him. The conception hadn’t happened, as expected because they rarely work the first time. Which meant that you needed the demon again. So as you waited for him to show up, awake this time, you found yourself feeling unnecessarily giddy.

You not only tried to lure him with your best bread this time, but also a cloak. Not that you minded his naked form but… you felt the need to give him something nice. Not quite like a payment, just a gift if you will. You had made the cloak in a way to accommodate his wings comfortably as well. And those broad shoulders, and strong limbs, and-

You were lost in thoughts of him when a voice spoke up from the corner of the room, “A cloak this time,” He noted, grinning already. “I think you like me quite a lot, little witch.”

You smiled at him. Your heart almost skipped a beat at the sight of him. The handsome demon came wearing the crown you’d made him the last time. And he looked like a god. Naked, golden skin, shiny crown, dark wings and those shadowy markings all over his skin.

“It’s just a way of thanking you for, you know, helping me.”

You didn’t feel so nervous when he approached you this time. You let him come closer until he was standing in between your legs again as you sat on the edge of your desk. He placed his large, warm hands on your thighs as if it were a habit and his tail wrapped around your calf, squeezing just a little to remind you of last time. You shivered at the memory.

“But do you?” He asked playfully.

“What?”

He gave you a cocky grin. “Like me?”

Well that came out of nowhere. You chuckled, “Yes. I wouldn't have sought you out again if I didn’t.”

He smirked. Then reached out to touch your face so gently that for a moment you forgot he was a demon from Hell. “I take it that you need me to fill you up again, little witch?” He asked so brazenly, while your face felt hot.

You managed to say, despite your racing heart, “I do. And I’ve even come up with a plan in order to ensure that it works this time.”

He raised an eyebrow at you, “What plan?”

Your face heated up again as you said, “I suppose for it to work this time around, maybe you shouldn’t, um, pull away so soon after…”

“Ah.” The demon’s smirk denoted that he understood. “I see.” He said, “So you wish for me to remain buried deep inside that tight warmth of yours after I’ve filled you up.” He said, purposely just so he could watch you squirm. “I can do that.”

A sudden confidence shot through you, “Good. That is precisely why you are here, demon.” You sassed.

The demon chuckled before reaching out to grab you carefully by the jaw. His actions were slow and gentle, as if worried he might accidentally hurt you. “Careful with that mouth of yours.” He hissed playfully, “Don’t you know what happens to pretty little witches when they run their mouths like this?”

You held his stare, playing along, “No.” You whispered, “What happens to them?”

He leaned in and whispered against the corner of your mouth in a sinful voice, “They get pinned to the wall and fucked until they cannot think straight.”

You felt your heart racing faster. Your thighs desperately wanted to clench together but he wouldn’t let that happen. His tail slowly moved up and down your leg, stroking your skin and making you crave his touch even more. It wasn’t supposed to feel like this, right? You were supposed to just take what you needed from one another and that should’ve been it. But… you didn’t mind this.

His mouth moved along your cheek and you lost your ability to speak. He kissed along your jaw and down your neck, then he said, “I can hear your heart racing, my little witch. Tell me, is that what you want?” He kissed along your collar bones and the top of your breasts. “Do you want to be pinned to the wall and fucked by a cruel, greedy demon like me? Hmm?”

“Yes…” You managed to whimper. “Please.”

He scoffed, kissing his way back up your neck before he reached your mouth again, “Alright, little one.” He breathed against your parted lips and moved the two of you with such ease and speed that all you did was blink and you found yourself away from the desk and now naked and pinned to the nearby wall, bare legs wrapped around his torso and his mouth pressed against yours.

His wings spread wide behind him, blocking the candlelight from reaching the two of you and shrouding you both in unnatural shadows. Almost as if he couldn’t bear the thought of anything else touching you except for him and his darkness. Not even light.

Your hands wrapped around his broad shoulders, pressing you tightly against his firm body as his mouth moved against yours. His tongue slipped into your mouth, making you moan into the kiss as he undid the tie of your robe, letting it slip down your body until it fell to the floor.

His large hand cupped you in between your legs and he pulled away from the kiss, grinning at you like the Devil himself. “All that for me?” He asked, sliding his knuckles along your wet folds, smearing your arousal around. “How very immoral of you. Spreading your legs and getting all wet for someone like me.”

You whined when he slid a finger inside you, followed by another before he curled his fingers inside of you, hitting all the right spots which make you weak in the knees. You bucked your hips against his hand involuntarily, and he chuckled as you moaned out loud while he touched you.

“Are you ready for me now?” He mumbled, kissing down your neck, nibbling on your skin around your collar bones.

“Yes,” You cried out when he wrapped his mouth around your breast, sucking just enough to drive you wild, making you grind your hips against him, chasing whatever friction you could get.

His cock briefly brushed against your wet folds in the process and you whimpered. You felt his body tense up against you as well and a quick moment later, he aligned his tip to your dripping wet hole and slowly pushed in.

His fingers dug into your skin as he held you by your hips, and yours scratched at his shoulders as he filled you up like the previous time, making you whine and moan as he went. His body was familiar now. His heat, his scent. The sound of him breathing, his warm chest pressing against yours. And when you looked down, you already knew you’d find that bulge forming against your stomach each time he buried himself all the way inside of you.

When he began rocking in and out of you, your body remembered. The stretch of his thickness, the snugness of him, the way he started out with slow strokes and then gradually sped up into you. It was all familiar. Except this time, you could feel his back muscles moving along with each thrust of his. Each movement of his reminding you of the sheer power his sinful body contained.

“You feel even better than last time, little one.” He said as his devious tail reached up and wrapped around one of your breasts, pumping it before moving to the other one, and repeated.

His strong arms supported you up by grabbing you at the curve of your ass, holding you against him, as he sped up into you. He fucked you relentlessly, with a little less caution this time. Your back hit the wall with each thrust and you couldn’t stop whimpering, whining and moaning as he fucked into you with the intensity only a demon like him could.

Your hands somehow slid beyond his shoulders, grabbing onto the base of his large, dark wings. He stilled. Then supported you up with one hand thanks to his devilish strength, while the other pulled your sneaky hands away from his wings and pinned them above your head. He began fucking you again and said, flirtatiously warning you, “Wings are extremely sensitive.”

That only intrigued you even more, but all that for later. You needed him right now. And you needed to come.

He leaned in and nibbled at the skin under your ear and you lost all control you had left. Your thoughts became cloudy and all you could focus on was how his body brought you immense pleasure, your mind a foggy mess. Your clit rubbed against his stomach each time he buried himself completely in you, and he soon quickened his pace, earning even more moans and gasps from you.

Your legs started to shake around him as he quickened his pace, pounding into you relentlessly. The pleasure built nicely as he took you higher. The bulge in your stomach forming and disappearing quicker now. Your moans were wanton.

“Ready for me to fill you up again, little one? Hmm? You’re going to be so full after this,” He whispered, leaning in just so his mouth would brush against yours as he spoke. “Perhaps you’ll still feel me in between your legs when you wake up tomorrow. Is that what you want? Huh? Is that why a pretty little witch like you invited a filthy beast like me? Because you wanted to be so full.”

You couldn’t hold back anymore. So, you came undone around his thickness. Walls clenching around him, nails scratching down his shoulders and chest as loud moans escaped your mouth. He came right after you did, cock throbbing against your pulsating walls before he filled you up with his warm release. Pumped you full of it until you could feel it inside you.

And just like you’d instructed him earlier, he didn’t pull away immediately. He caught his breath for a few moments before he moved, keeping you pressed against his chest, still buried deep inside you he pulled away from the wall and walked out of your workshop, towards your bedroom.

You felt a soft pinch inside your chest at the thought of him being so comfortable with moving around in your house.

He opened the bedroom door, still holding you close to him as he carefully laid the two of you in your bed. He barely fit in your bed which was in fact made to hold two people. He pressed closer to you as you both laid on your sides facing each other. “Are you alright, little one?” He asked softly. With genuine care.

You blinked at him lazily, feeling boneless because he’d worn you out. “Hmm, I’m alright.” You whispered, feeling his tail stroking your leg as if comforting you while his hands held you close to him.

He gave you a rare, soft smile. Then said, “Tell me about your shop.”

You smiled and answered, “Well, it’s a typical witch shop. I sell crystals, candles, herbs, and medicine. The children get hurt often, especially when they play in these woods, so I sell stuff that heals them even quicker. I have special crystals, laced with magic to help my friends shift quicker. The mermaids love them. The dragon folks up on the mountains love them too. The wolves wear them around their necks like necklaces.” You paused, “Why do you ask?”

He shrugged, the movement also moving him while he was inside you so you whimpered in pleasure. He pulled you closer, kissing your forehead as if apologising and answered, “I’m just curious about your community here. It all seems so… peaceful.” He said.

“It is.” You gave him a faint smile. “Everyone is welcomed here. A family of moth people just moved in down the creek. They have the most adorable little children.” You giggled. “And-,” You stopped abruptly at the sight of the longing and slight envy in his eyes. “What is it?” You asked, sensing the shift in his demeanour. He seemed sad.

He gave you a faint, fake smile. “I’m just thinking about how nice it must be. To be accepted for being whatever you are. To have friends and not have people look at you and run away screaming.”

Your heart ached for the handsome demon. You reached out and laid a hand on his cheek. “I’m sorry.” You whispered, sincerely. “Is it that bad where you’re from?”

“It’s lonely.” He answered truthfully. You knew the feeling all too well.

Your thumb instinctively began stroking his smooth cheek. “And you can’t leave.” You stated, suddenly feeling very bad for the demon.

“Oh we can leave. I know a few of my kind who have left and moved elsewhere, but it’s not common.” He said, “There are not many places where beings like me are accepted.” Then he smiled and said, “I’m not like you, little witch. I have no skills. There’s nothing I can do to contribute to a lovely community like this one and have its people accept me as one of their own.”

You chuckled, “Well, I’m sure we could find something for you to do.” You said, “You have wings and can move at incredible speed, maybe you could be a mail carrier.”

He laughed. Truly laugh, louder than he ever had. And he looked like a god while he did. His boyish laughter echoed around your bedroom and if you could bottle up the sound and keep it forever, you would.

When he finally stopped and looked back at you, you could’ve sworn you saw something resembling affection in his eyes. “You truly are something, little witch. I’m very glad I met you.” For some reason, his words felt like goodbye.

And then it hit you. If you managed to conceive this time, maybe this would be goodbye. You snuggled closer to him, refusing to think about that right now, and said, “And I’m glad I met you, demon.” His wing wrapped around you and you fell asleep some moments after, cocooned in the warmth of his body and wing.

—

When you woke up in the morning, he was gone. The entire day went by in a blur. You worked at your shop, met up with your friends for afternoon tea, made yourself dinner and then you went back to bed. And repeat.

It was only two days later, when you sensed something different about your body did you realise that it had happened. You were expecting. And your heart sank, solidifying the fact that you would never see the demon again. It shouldn’t have hurt as much as it did, but you couldn’t get rid of the sadness.

But that was the initial plan, was it not? So what if you’d miss his handsome face, his cocky humour, and his touch. This is what you wanted, a baby. And now you were going to have one. And yet, you couldn’t help but miss him.

You thought the absence of him would not matter in time, but weeks later, it felt the same. Each time you made your bed, each time you baked, each time you saw a couple walking hand in hand, everything reminded you of the surprisingly kind demon.

But then one evening, as you returned home from your shop, you sensed something different in the air the moment you stepped inside your house.

And something stirred inside you, that pinch in your chest, the way your heart fluttered. You knew.

“You’re here.” You whispered, shutting the door behind you. You placed your basket down and waited. And then, as if he stepped out of shadow itself, one moment he was nowhere to be seen and the next, he was standing a few feet away from you.

Wearing his dark cloak and his golden crown. He looked like a forgotten, ancient god. One so handsome anyone would willingly worship at his altar. “I am.” He answered, looking at you with sad eyes.

You held his stare and both of you were quiet for a while. You hadn’t invited him tonight. It had been weeks since you last saw each other and seeing him right now, it hurt. It hurt even more because he seemed… lost, hurt and confused. And you didn’t know what to do.

Then his eyes trailed down your body, stopping around your midsection. You smiled and placed a hand on your abdomen, even though you hadn’t started showing just yet. “It worked,” You told him. “I’m expecting.”

“I see.” When he looked up to meet your eyes again he looked even more miserable. And heartbreakingly alone.

“Well,” You said cheerfully, hoping to make him feel a little better. “I was going to make dinner, would you like to join me? I even made fresh bread.” You said, smiling up at him.

He gave you a faint smile, noticing how you weren’t asking him what he was doing here. He nodded, following you to the kitchen and the cosy dining table.

–

Dinner went well. The conversation flowed. He asked you about your neighbours and friends, and your shop. He laughed at your jokes and you laughed at his. Yet once you were both done with your food, the tense silence was back.

Then, while he helped you put away the dishes he said, “I wanted to see you.”

You placed the last plate down and then turned to look at him. “I’m glad you came.” He was so tall that you had to extend your arm up completely to be able to touch the shiny crown on his head. It warmed your heart that he wore it. You smiled and asked, “You really like that crown, don’t you?”

He smiled back at you and said, “It’s my favourite gift I’ve ever been given.”

“Do you show it off to everyone?” You asked, teasing him.

His smile fell a little. “I have no one to show it off to.” He stated.

Your heart broke at the sound of that. You couldn’t help but lean in and wrap your arms around his torso. He was warm, his body heat wrapping around you as you hugged him. “I’ve missed you too.” You said.

He wrapped his arms around you, pulling you closer and kissed the top of your head. “Can I stay for a while?” He asked, and the softness of his voice made you tear up.

“Of course you can stay,” You said, then pulled away to look up at his pretty face. “For as long as you wish to.”

So you and the handsome demon found yourselves on that favourite chair of yours, with you on his lap. You tried to read but then ended up engaging in playful banters with him until you slowly drifted off to sleep right there on his lap, with your face nuzzling his neck. He had his arms wrapped protectively around you, reminding you a lot of how the dragons guarded their hoards.

So you fell asleep, dreaming of random things until…

You were in the meadows. The sun was about to set so the sky was nothing but golden and pink and purple. But you weren’t alone. A little girl was holding your hand tightly.

Your daughter?

You looked down and she was barely tall enough to reach your knees but she squealed in happiness, pointing up at the sky. You followed her small finger and found a dark spot in the pink and purple sky above. A dark spot, like shadows, that grew and grew until it looked like it was getting closer and closer to the ground. It was. He was. Mighty wings flapping in the wind as he flew above you in circles until he landed on the grass with a loud thud.

Your daughter dropped your hand and ran to him, to her father. And he picked her up, holding her high up in the air, laughing as she giggled louder than ever, before hugging her close as he walked over to you. Once close enough, he bent down to kiss your forehead, curling a wing around you. As if it were a habit. As if he’d done it hundreds of times.

“Let’s go home, my love.”

You woke up, and immediately pulled away to meet his eyes. Incubi could infiltrate dreams with ease. And your handsome demon had done just that.

You held his stare in silence for a while. Then you managed to ask, voice a little shaky, “Is that- what you just showed me, is that something you would want?”

He grabbed you by the hips and pulled you even closer, “You are what I want.” He whispered, inches away from your lips. “You and…” He placed a hand on your not-showing-yet stomach. “Her. And however many more babies you would want from me. I want everything with you.”

Your eyes watered, and you managed a faint smile as you said, “And here I was taught that demons were heartless.”

He chuckled, and grabbed your hand and brought it up to his chest. He placed your palm down on the material of the cloak, right in the middle of his chest and said, “Feel that?” He pressed your palm against his chest. And you felt it, the steady beat of his heart. “I forgot it was even there. Until it began racing the other day when I thought of you.”

You blinked away the wetness at your waterline, sniffled and said, “How poetic of you, demon.” Then you realised, “I don’t even know your name.”

He laughed again, eyes filled with adoration as he looked at you. “I don’t have one. Then again, my name can be whatever you want it to be.”

Your heart doubled in size just looking at him. “Are you sure you want this? You’ll have to pull your weight. I’ll make you do chores.” You teased.

He smiled, leaning in to press a soft kiss to your cheek. “Anything you want me to do, I’ll do it.” He smirked then added, “I’ll even carry mail around if you want.”

You couldn’t help but lean in for a kiss. A deep, passionate kiss. One that made him growl possessively against your mouth before he claimed it with enough passion that had you undoing the buttons in the front of your dress as quickly as you could.

He helped you in getting rid of your long, flowy dress. Then as you straddled his lap properly, he shrugged off his cloak and dropped it on the ground. And all it took was one silent, pleading look from him and you bucked your hips against his, your wet core rubbing against his erection and he grunted. His hands rubbed up and down your sides lovingly.

“Don’t tease me, little witch.” He whispered mischievously against your mouth, your warm breaths mingling. The fact that he was willing to just sit there and let you take whatever you wanted from him turned you ravenous.

You lifted off his lap and slowly lowered yourself down on his cock, or tried to because you still had trouble taking him given his size. But with a little help, he grabbed you by the hips to keep you in place and he pushed up into you. Making you cry out as you finally began sinking down on him. Somehow, he felt bigger this way and your body resisted just a little to fit him inside.

An arrogant smirk formed on his pretty face as he watched you struggle for a while. “Do you need help, little one?” He asked, and once you nodded, looking at him with pleading eyes, he grabbed your hips in place and gently began thrusting his hips up into you until you found a pleasurable pace.

When you felt that your body could take it, you began moving against him. Lifting up just the slightest, before sliding back down on his cock, you whimpered as he groaned, snug inside of you. In this position, the tip of his cock reached sensitive places you never knew existed.

“You’re so warm,” He whispered, his eyes locked in place where he disappeared inside you each time you moved. Lust-drunk, both of you. You leaned in closer, cradling his head as he took one of your breasts into his mouth while his tail wrapped around the other.

Crying out in overwhelming pleasure, you moved faster, impaling yourself down on his cock each time. You whimpered shamelessly as you felt him filling you up completely each time, feeling him reach deeper into you with each thrust.

His hand slipped between the two of you and he placed his palm against your abdomen. Your heart melted as you remembered the dream you just had. You cupped his face and he released your nipple to look up at you. Nothing needed to be said, the sincerity and adoration in his eyes spoke volumes. You leaned in for a soft kiss, moaning against his lips as his hand circled around your waist and he pulled your warm body closer to his.

He felt warm from deep within. Warmth he had never felt before. Your lips brushed against his each time you moved up and down his cock. He mostly let you set the pace and he took whatever you gave him, only guiding you up and down his cock when you needed him to.

You pulled away, bouncing on his cock as you stared into his pretty eyes. He whispered gently about how perfect you felt around him, wet and warm all for him. He panted against your cheek, kissing the side of your face and gripping your jaw with his hand. “You’re mine,” He whispered.

“And you’re mine.” You didn’t slow down as you felt your orgasm wash over you, and he kept thrusting his hips up into you as your eyes rolled back and you moaned out loud as you came, hard, feeling your walls squeezing and clenching around him.

He came right after you, his warm release filling you up once again as he wrapped his arms around you and pressed your warm body closer to him. “I’m gonna take care of you.” He promised.

You smiled, pulling away to look into his eyes. “You’ll never be lonely again. I promise.” You sealed your promise with a kiss on his forehead and he couldn’t have smiled any bigger.

“Do you have to go and bring back all your belongings?” You asked, kissing down his face until you could nuzzle his chest. Secretly not wanting him to leave even for just a minute.

“I don’t have any. All I have is the crown and cloak you gave me.” Something about that made you tear up as you looked up at him. He smiled at you, pulling you closer.

You sniffled, snuggling closer to him. “I'll make you a drawer full of clothes and cloaks. Some pants too. Maybe even a hat or two for when it gets cold.”

He laughed, kissing the top of your head. No one had ever cared for him this much, let alone a fraction of this. And in that moment he knew there was nothing he wouldn’t do for you, and the family that you two would have soon. “I’ll love you till the end of time, little witch.”

“And I you, demon.” You wrapped yourself around him, placing your ear right above where you thought his heart would be. In the middle of his chest and there it was, his steady and strong heartbeat.

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Part 2 (just in case you wanna read more about these two)

#bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes au #bucky barnes #demon!bucky #marvel

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buckyscombatboots · 1 year

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Monstertober Day 8

Careful what you wish for 🕯

Pairing: Incubus!Bucky Barnes x Reader

Warnings: Initial Somnophilia, dub con, kind of rape, insults/degrading language, biting, scratching, marking, mentions of blood, womb tattoo/sigil, dumbification, aphrodisiac, vibrator, p in v, overstimulation, cunnilingus, demon summoning, beefy!bucky, condescending!Bucky, dark!bucky, praise, fluff

Nicknames: Angel, Doll, sweetness

Word count: 2.5k

A/N: I’m so sorry this is late, I was extremely busy on Halloween with teacher training and university work. But this concludes Monstertober, I have some exciting things planned for November.

༻𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 𝐓𝐚𝐠 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 𝐌𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐭𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐫༺

Candles…You look around your floor surrounded by heaps of softly glowing candles, their flames waning and brightening again and again as the flame danced in the draft of your room. “Check.” you murmured, casting your eyes back to the grimoire’s aged pages; squinting in the darkness of your room trying to see the faded ink more clearly “stupidly complicated pentagram that took me multiple attempts and almost two hours to draw. Check.” You huffed glaring down at the pentagram drawn in white chalk on your floor, the edges smudged ever so slightly from where you’d repeatedly rubbed it away, only to redraw it wrong again. “An offering.” The book had not specified the offering that you had to provide for the demon, it simply said offering in intricate calligraphy “,how very helpful.” Grumbling you crouched to your knees, placing the grimoire down and scooping up your pile of “offerings” depositing them at random in a small circle inside your pentagram. Your offerings, if you could even call them that, consisted of a some loose change you’d found under and behind furniture, some candies you had lying around from halloween that the children hadn’t taken, a lock of your hair and a deeply personal item—which was the only clear instruction in the list, and you had chosen your trusty pink vibrator. Looking at the pink vibe on the floor made you want to crawl out of your skin in embarrassment, but it made the most sense since it was very deeply personal.

You picked the book back up and seated yourself in the centre of the summoning circle, you could feel your heart rate spike as you glanced down at the page for the summoning words. Your hands shook, palms growing cold and sweaty as you began “Heed my call, hear my cry may it lead you to me from your realm far away. I command you to my side so that we may make a contract.” You bite down on your finger drawing blood and swipe it across the floor “See me now and let me see you.” You blow out the candles around you and wait. You gulp as you sit cross legged in the dark, waiting. The sound of your breathing and your blood rushing makes the silence unbearable.

Nothing happens.

After sitting there for five minutes, you climb to your feet defeated. Tears on your waterline as you throw the book to the floor and flop into bed. You felt so stupid for even thinking that something like that would work, you feel the full weight of your adrenaline rush crashing to ground as curl under your covers rocking yourself to sleep s you mentally prepare for the rent payment tomorrow.

The blown out candles relight simultaneously as he steps out of the red swirling portal “You called?” He looked down expecting to see the person who summoned him, but he found the chalk pentagram staring back at him. He bends down, picking up the book you’d thrown harshly to the floor with a frown. He dusts off the grimoire, tracing the embossing in the leather cover with his blackened fingers, turning down the heat of his brimstone skin so the book doesn't burn. From the corner of his eye he catches your body shifting under the covers. He sets the grimoire gently on your chest of drawers and pads over to your bed “Wake up my little sleeping Angel.” He whispers in a gravelly tone, forming an ‘o’ with his reddened lips and blowing a stream of cold air against your ear lobe making you stir. He seats himself on the edge of your bed trailing his hand across your sleeping form “You’re wearing too much for my liking. Let me help you with that.” He threw the covers off of you and turned you more on to your back so he could peel your baggy shirt off, moving as quiet as a mouse. You were left only in a pair of panties, your comfortable pair that you wore when you knew no one would be seeing them, Bucky smiled at them thumbing the fabric adoringly. He ran his fingers across the middle of your panties till a soaking crease was visible. “Already so horny for me, naughty little human.” Bucky pulled down your panties, taking them into his hand to see the clear, sticky proof of your arousal. He tossed the panties already able to smell the thick scent of your arousal, he knew he had to taste you. He dipped his head down, running his tongue through your folds, groaning at the taste of you. He decided there and then he was going to claim you as his. He sucked on his fingers, getting them wet, before inserting them inside of you. Your walls drew him in, clamping so tightly around his fingers that he could barely move them. His hardened cock twitched as he imagined sliding into you, pounding you awake watching as your pleasured cries turned into pleas for him to stop. He had to stop a wicked grin from spreading across his lips. “You’ve been neglected for so long, Pet. Bucky’s gonna change that don’t you worry sweetheart. Who would neglect such a pretty pussy, so fucking tight.” His fingers start to glide through your spasming walls as they adjust to the thickness of his fingers. He targets the spongy spot inside you, debaucherous wet sounds filing the sleepy silence of your room. He paused as a soft mewl left your lips, your body shifting and your fisted hands tightening their hold on your pillow. He continued his ministrations even as your eyes fluttered open and you finally came to, your pleasured babbling pausing. You stared, horrified at the man sitting at the edge of your bed. Your eyes travelled up to the black horns on his head that looked like a ram's horns then down his red eyed that even in the darkness stuck out like a sore thumb, they shone like road studs in headlights stealing your attention before he opened his mouth displaying sharp, white teeth “Thanks for summoning me, Angel. I can see why you needed an incubus. You seem to be very pent up, but I can fix that for you.” His deep melodic voice made the initial stress you felt drift far away. You gaze drops downwards following the muscle of his neck down to the imposing bulk of his shoulders and arms, the rise and fall of his burly chest becoming hypnotising as his scent reaches your nostrils a mix of myrrh and musk that has your head swimming making you completely forget what he said. The feel of his rough palm cupping your cheek anchors you “I said, thank you for summoning me, Angel.”

“I didn’t summon an incubus. You- You have the wrong house.”

“No need to be coy. It’s fine to need a bit of help.”

“No, I genuinely didn’t summon an incubus. I wanted to Summon a demon that could help me. I'm working two jobs, I’m exhausted, the cost of everything is rising and I just can’t anymore. I'm running myself into the ground. I must have summoned the wrong type of demon.”

“Ah, that's Ari’s department. I’d contact him, but he’s a bit busy with a few cultists. So I guess you’re stuck with me for the time being, but I can help you in a different way, Doll.” His other hand reaches to the side of him and heat floods your cheeks as your eyes lock on the pink vibrator he has between his fingers. He pops it into his mouth like a hard candy and sucks it a little before spitting it back into his palm, pressing the button to turn it on “Nice and ready for you.” He chides, slipping his fingers out of your tight heat replacing the emptiness with the warmed, whirling vibrator. You feel your stomach constrict in pleasure as he guides the pink bullet in further with his fingers, positioning it right against your sweet spot. Shooting you a knowing smile as you sob your walls fluttering around his fingers as you convulse “Such a good girl for me, coming all over my fingers.” Bucky coos taking the vibe out from inside you bringing it to the head of his weeping cock moaning as he rubs it against his precum leaking slit, pumping his length with his other ashen hand “Time for you to take me sweetness.” You try to scramble away from him but he was much quicker than you, sensing your fear before it had even registered inside your brain. His warm rough palm seized your thigh pulling you back in position.

“It won’t fit! You’re going to tear me in two. Please can you just forget I summoned you.”

“Oh, Doll, that’s not how this works. You summoned me, I have duties to fulfill and in exchange for said duties I get your soul. I’m not leaving, this will not be forgotten. Regardless, you need to breathe; I’m not going to ‘tear you in two’ that sigil on your womb will make sure of it and make it pleasurable whilst I do. So calm down for me, I don’t like it when humans make my job more difficult than it has to be so behave and you’ll be rewarded.” His threats wrapped up in a sweet tone making it seem as if he wasn’t patronising you. Despite this you began to calm down, wrapping your legs around his hips and controlling your breathing. Your eyes drifted down his muscular torso, focusing on the intricate tattoo like patterns on his skin to relax your mind. The tattoos brought you down to the deep ‘v’ line of his pelvis and back to his veiny member which he was prodding to your entrance. You were pulled out of the trace-like state that his prominent veins had put you in, as he bottomed out in you until your walls were stretched taut around his meaty shaft. He stays still until the burn subsides, watching as your eyes gain a hazy, spaced out glaze and your mouth drops open in an inaudible moan. He pulls out and thrusts so hard into you that your bed scoots under the force, the sound of skin slapping skin echos through your small room as Bucky snaps his hips into you pushing himself deeper and deeper each time, his movements are slow yet rough making you feel every inch of him as he fucks into your tight heat. A surge of heat spread all the way from your hips to the sole of your feet and the tips of your fingers, you felt almost drunk on pleasure, every single thrust of his hips renewing the heat. Your whole body tingles as he presses the vibrator to your clit “God!” You scream as your legs wrapped around his waist begin to shake.

“Oh no sweet little Angel, God isn’t here. In this room, right now, I am your God. You worship me. I give you pleasure.” He purrs, swirling the vibe on your pulsing pearl as he angles the tip of his cock to hit your sweet spot over an over, drawing the orgasm building inside of you to the surface making you cum with a whimpering cry.

The sound of your blood rushing in your ears filled your senses as you came down from your high, even as you came back to your senses you felt much more distanced from reality; your body felt as if it was submerged in a warm bath, and slowly but surely you were sinking below the water. Your break was cut short by Bucky continuing his thrusts, his hand pressing the vibrator to your now throbbing clit didn’t budge—he instead pushed down more harshly on your clit making your legs quake uncontrollably “Hnng! Please!” Was all you could force out before your tongue became useless, lolling out of your mouth. You came again with a shout, clawing Bucky’s back with your nails as you threw your head back into the pillow, your back arching even further into the air. You came so hard you forgot how to breathe, a heavy weight crushing your chest, as you slumped back into the mattress trying your hardest to breathe Bucky finally removed the vibe from your raw little nub. His palm flattened against your stomach where the sigil was placed rubbing a slow circle that set your nerves on fire, before he brought his hand up to the bulge in your stomach and pressed harshly with his thumb tearing a whimper from your throat.

“Fuck you can see me inside of you, Angel. I’m all up in your guts rearranging them. Turning you into the perfect little cock sleeve, gonna make sure I ruin you for any other man. Oh wait, you won't be taking any other man after me. Because; You. Belong. To. Me.” Her punctuated every word with a rough thrust, bashing your cervix which would usually hurt but whatever he did gave you a supreme, otherworldly amount of pleasure “the sigil is almost full, one more orgasm and my seed should be enough to fill it. Do you think you can take it?” He questions a small smile gracing his lips as he awaits your answer, but all you can do is mumble “So fucked out that you can’t even form a sentence, your heads probably so empty right now, my little fuck doll. It’s okay, you don’t need to think, Angel, let me do that for you; can’t expect a dumb little human like you who can’t even read the pages of a very clear, simple book correctly.” His hand slithers up your body towards your neck, wrapping around your throat before he starts to apply pressure—observing as your body begins to melt into the mattress. His thrusts continued and paired with the lack of oxygen bright flashes of white flicker across your vision. All your nerves began to thrum as you felt another orgasm coming, your wall clamped around him as you got closer to the edge. You could feel his cock twitching inside you, he released your neck allowing air to flow back into your lungs as he dipped his head down to your shoulder inking his teeth into your skin. The overwhelming sensations of lightheadedness, pleasure and pain threw your senses into orbit as you came your pussy squeezing his cock as you raked your nails across his back hard enough to draw blood. Bucky gave a few more weak, uncoordinated thrusts before he painted your insides with a wanton moan gripping the pillow hard enough for it to tear. You could barely comprehend your surroundings, you felt as if you were made of air and if Bucky let go of you you’d dissipate. Your heart hammered against your rib cage, as you stared up at Bucky’s handsome face; his sweat darkened hair glued to his forehead. He let out a chuckle, his hand caressing the sigil at your womb “Happy Halloween, Angel. This is the last one you’ll ever have to spend alone. The contract has been made and now, you belong to me. Forever.”

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wastingmylifesecondatatime · 3 months

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Bucky Barnes Masterlist

Updated: 16.01.2024 ✔ = completed 🔞 = mature Other masterlists: mother masterlist; avengers masterlist

NEW ADDITION:

No title 1 by @angrythingstarlight

↳ Mafia Bucky getting a tattoo with his girl's initials on his left ring finger under his wedding band “

College AU

SERIES

Nothing yet...

IMAGINES/ONE-SHOTS/DRABBLES

Are You Bored Yet? by @pellucid-constellations

↳ “God, you hated Bucky. Bucky probably hated you, too. Maybe. It was hard to tell when he was drunk and calling you pretty at a party you shouldn't have gone to.“

Thief by @stuckymonkey

↳ “ When y/n finds herself stuck with a very annoying study buddy who cannot shut up about the quarterback, Bucky Barnes, she can't help but vent to a charming boy named James... “

Demon AU

SERIES

Nothing yet...

IMAGINES/ONE-SHOTS/DRABBLES

🔞 No Title 1 by @angrythingstarlight

↳ “The looks he gives you after you’ve just said yet another bratty thing.“

🔞 Aren’t you glad you read the latin? by @witchywithwhiskey

↳ “ You're exploring an abandoned church when you stumble onto a room with a mysterious old book written in latin. despite your friend's warnings, you decide to read the latin and end up summoning a demon. “

Marvel AU

SERIES

✔ The Proposal by @toomanyrobins2

↳ “ Y/N Arnaud is the liaison to the Avengers, but she’s also a French citizen. After a couple mistakes, her visa application is denied. Even though they can’t stand each other, Bucky offers to marry her in order to keep her visa status in the U.S. and avoid deportation. “

↳ Chapters: 14/14

🔞✔ Welcome home... Soldat? by @winterarmyy

↳ “ Y/N had make a habit of greeting Bucky a warm 'welcome home' everytime he came back from his missions, but there was one particular day when she unknowingly greeted someone else. “

↳ Chapters: 3/3

IMAGINES/ONE-SHOTS/DRABBLES

Do you love me? by @lovelybarnes

Happy wife, happy life by @agentofkrypton

↳ “ Bucky’s ring... idk breaks or something (or he grows out of it) and he forgoes it for parent night and everyone thinks that ur going to get separated so the moms make a beeline for him and the next day (for idk like a parent-teacher conference) he comes with his neck covered it hickies to show them just who he belongs to. “

Mafia AU

SERIES

🔞✔ Just A Scratch by @angrythingstarlight

↳ “ Bucky can’t describe the way his heart seized in his chest after hearing you were in an accident so no he doesn’t give a damn about some car. You’re worth more than anything he owns. “

↳ Chapters: 3/3

IMAGINES/ONE-SHOTS/DRABBLES

No title 1 by @angrythingstarlight

↳ Mafia Bucky getting a tattoo with his girl's initials on his left ring finger under his wedding band “

🔞 Obsidian Nights by @dilemmaontwolegs

↳ “Where Bucky is a fuckboy , sleeping with a different girl , sometimes more than one , every night , always walking around with a girl on his arm and making out with them even when he’s handling business . But then he meets you … he stops sleeping around and does everything in his power to win you over . And everyone is dumbfounded seeing the notorious mob boss and womanizer having puppy eyes for a girl that’s seemingly so unlike him and so different from all the girls they’ve seen him with before . And then you’re the only girl he’s kissing and having on his lap in public“

#smut #angst #fluff #fic rec #masterlist #x reader #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes #bucky #bucky x reader #mafia au #marvel #college au #demon au

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Heart of Darkness

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader (Demon AU)

Word Count: 1.089

Summary: The time to run has finally come but you never expected to find the road to your safety paved in darkness.

Author's Note: This is my entry for my lovely friend @witchywithwhiskey writing/moodbard challenege Horror Movie Hoe-athon! Thank you for hosting sweets! 💕I used one of the quotes which I've bolded in the story and on my crappy moodboard lol! This is mostly super soft- I just can't seem to get away from it lately haha. Thank you all so much for reading! Much love always! ❤️❤️❤️Divider by the awesome @firefly-graphics thank you Daisy🥰

Warnings: some small angst in the beginning but lots of super soft sweetness mostly and flower talk :)

The sun is warm at your back as you approach your cottage, your basket of wildflowers swinging freely from your arm and the sweet aroma of the blooms carried on the breeze.

As you get closer you notice that the door is slightly ajar, and a chill emanates from within, slithering over your skin and stealing it’s warmth. Even though the hairs on the back of your neck stand on edge, you’re pulled forward by a mysterious darkness, tempting and dangerous in it’s allure.

With tentative steps you move forward, pressing your shaky fingers to the door to push it open. The darkness instantly surrounds you and the chill seeps into your bones. Your mouth opens in a scream but it’s silenced by the cold press of a hand to your mouth.

Deliberate and steady steps have your back to the wall before you can register more than the large form in front of you and as your eyes adjust you can make out the silhouette of a man.

The darkness slowly starts to dissipate and a soft silvery glow fills the room, it’s light gradually revealing what holds you captive inch by inch.

His long, curved horns frame a face with eyes so blue they shine brighter than anything else in the room, and his wings, huge and black, circle around you as a voice, rich like silk, fills your ears.

“Do not scream,” he whispers as he gently removes his hand from your mouth.

Your lips tremble and his eyes drop to follow the movement, his thumb brushing over their outline before he cups your cheek.

“You are not safe,” he states. “You must come with me.”

You can’t find your voice, the terror of what he is overwhelming your senses and your eyes squeeze shut as you drop your chin, silently willing away this nightmare.

“Please,” he begs.

Your breathing becomes ragged and you can feel the scream bubbling up in your chest but then you feel something unexpected, something…oddly soothing.

Your eyes open slowly, lashes wet with unshed tears and you let out a shuddering breath.

“I…I don’t understand.”

He leans closer and his tail continues to wind itself gracefully along your body, the sinuous movements mesmerizing you. You relax into his touch, a feeling of safety overcoming your initial fear.

“I need you to come with me Angel.”

Your eyes fall when you feel the edge of his tail graze the swell of your breasts, the strong appendage moving higher and higher. He pulls you against him, his body a wall of muscle pressed to your soft skin.

“We don’t have much time,” he warns.

“But...who are you…how do I know…”

Your words die on your parted lips as he dips his head, running his nose along the column of your neck with a deep inhale.

“I’ll protect you,” he murmurs, soft and cool lips brushing the shell of your ear.

You shiver in his arms, falling harder under his spell.

“How do I know I can trust you?” you whisper, wavering between the urge to try and flee or fall deeper.

“Even Hell has it’s heroes…and the thing that hunts you is far worse than I.”

His words send a skitter of fear down your spine, different from how you originally felt in his presence and it causes your breath to catch.

“Where will you take me?” you ask, feeling your body become more pliant the longer you’re in his arms.

“Far away from here where you’ll be safe,” he promises. “And there will be plenty of flowers for you to pick and land for you to wander.”

His lips are feather light as they slide from your ear and down along your jaw, hovering just above yours before he whispers, “but…there is a price.”

Your gaze meets his and you fight hard for release, pulling back slightly but finding it impossible to look away. He sees the war in your eyes and the tip of his tail settles just under your chin, bringing your lips back to his before he murmurs, “you’ll belong to me…”

Your eyelashes kiss your cheeks and you let out sigh, the feel of his lips making your body melt into his.

“Forever Angel.”

~Several months later~

The scene before you is awash with vibrant colors and the air is filled with scents of renewal. Beneath the shady canopy of a majestic old tree, the dappled sunlight filters through tender green leaves, casting playful shadows across your skin as his fingertips dance lazily along your curves.

“When can I open my eyes?” he asks, a smile pulling at the corner of his mouth.

“I’m almost done,” you tell him, your fingers moving gently through the dew-covered grass in search of another flower.

His long fingers continue their wandering, every so often sliding beneath your skirt and causing you to giggle.

“James…” you admonish lightly. “I’ll never finish if you keep that up!”

He pouts, shifting his huge, dark wings, a stark contrast against the explosion of radiant color surrounding you, and waits.

“There,” you sigh, adjusting one last flower before you hold up your work. “Open your eyes.”

Blue eyes that match the color in the sky above open.

“Angel,” he croons as his face lights up. “It’s beautiful.”

You carefully lift the flower crown and place it between his horns, tending to anything out of place until it sits just perfectly atop his head. The bright blooms are a rainbow of color against his dark hair and you can’t help your wide grin.

“I think I like this one best,” you decide.

“You always say that Angel,” he teases as he pulls you into his embrace.

You rest your head on his chest, closing your eyes and breathing him in.

“You and the flowers are my favorite things.”

He tightens his grip, your name a whisper on his lips.

“You spoil me with your beautiful things. I don’t deserve them.”

With a soft kiss to his skin you sit up, straddling his waist and taking his face in your hands. Your fingertips lovingly trace along his jaw and then higher to each of his horns before they drop to his wings and you let the silky feathers slide between your hands.

“I love you James…for exactly who you are.”

He wraps you in his arms and buries his face in your neck. “As dark as I am, I will always find enough light to adore you to pieces, with all of my pieces. I love you Angel.”

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holylulusworld · 2 years

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Kinktober 2022

Just like in 2019, 2020 & 2021 I am going to post a kinky, fluffy or scary one-shot from October 1st till October 31st 2022.

All upcoming stories got added now.

Please consider none of the stories are available until the set release date. Titles may change (all titles are working titles until release date.). The release date may change.

All stories contain smut, gore or horror elements. Please head the individual warnings for this event!!!

FANTASY/SMUT/FLUFF

October 1st: Irresistible Scent

Pairing: Alpha!Dean x Omega!Reader

Kink: Marking kink

October 2nd: Revenge served cold

Pairing: Andy Barber x fem!Reader

Kink: Cuckolding

October 3rd: Like Hell

Pairing: Alpha!Soldier Boy x Omega!Reader

Kink: A/B/O

A/N: requested

October 4th: Dance for me

Pairing: Demon!Dean x Stripper!Reader

Kink: Cock warming

October 5th: Forbidden Lust

Pairing: Stepdad!Bucky Barnes x fem!Reader

Kink: Homewrecker kink

October 6th: Mr. Orgasm (1) - Wrong Turn (Mr. Orgasm)

Pairing: Cultleader!Jensen Ackles x Author!Reader

Kink: Sex Cult

October 7th: Molded to perfection

Pairing: Steve Rogers x SextoyDesigner!Reader

Kink: big dick fetish

October 8th: Always daddy’s good girl sequel to Daddy’s good girl & Still daddy’s good girl

Pairing: John Winchester x fem!Reader

Kink: Daddy kink

October 9th: Best costume ever sequel to Is that a costume? & Where is your costume

Pairing: Wolverine x fem!Reader

Kink: Ripped clothes fetish

October 10th: Her concubines

Pairing: Dean x Fairy Queen!Reader x Sam

Kink: Feather play

October 11th: His favorite

Pairing: Alpha!Negan x Chubby(Omega)!Reader

Kink: Public sex

October 12th: Too much

Pairing: Nomad!Steve Rogers x fem!Reader

Kink: Cunnilingus + overstimulation + facesitting and a hint of beard burn

A/N: idea by @elle14-blog1

October 13th: Bearded Beast

Pairing: Andy Barber x fem!Reader

Kink: Beard fetish 😈

October 14th: Asgardian Possession

Pairing: Loki Laufeyson x fem!Reader

Kink: possessive behavior/possession

A/N: idea by anon

October 15th: Her big bear

Pairing: Alpha!Sam Winchester x Omega!Reader

Kink: Size kink

October 16th: Got milk?

Pairing: TFatWs!Bucky Barnes x pregnant!Reader

Kink: lactation kink

A/N: idea by @elle14-blog1

October 17th: Perfect ending sequel to New Discoveries & Greenest Green

Pairing: Jensen Ackles x fem!Reader

Kink: Roleplay

October 18th: Put it there

Pairing: Stucky x fem!Reader

Kink: Strap-ons

October 19th: Tight places - sequel to Cramped

Pairing: Soulless!Sam x fem!Reader

Kink: Claustrophilia

October 20th: Dad Jokes

Pairing: Andy Barber x fem!Reader

Kink: Dirty Talk

October 21th: Enemy Mine

Pairing: Biker!Bucky Barnes x fem!Reader

Kink: Exhibitionism (implied)

October 22nd: The strongest

Pairing: Dean Winchester x fem!Reader

Kink: Strength kink

October 23rd: Mustache Monster

Pairing: Lloyd Hansen x fem!Reader

Kink: Gunplay

October 24th: You, me, and your hands tonight

Pairing: Dean Winchester x fem!Reader

Kink: Quorofilia / Hand Fetish

October 25th: Normal, not boring

Pairing: Endgame!Steve Rogers x fem!Reader x TfatWs!Bucky Barnes

Kink: Breeding kink

A/N: idea by @elle14-blog1 & anon (Bucky)

October 26th: The gigolo

Pairing: Escort!Tony Stark x fem!Reader

Kink: Paid sex

October 27th: Scavenger hunt

Pairing: Winchesters x fem!Reader (Dean, Sam, John, not Wincest)

Kink: unuasual sex toys & foursome

A/N: idea by @moosekateer13

October 28th: Weather Goddess

Pairing: Thor Odinson x fem!Reader (X-Men)

Kink: Hyperspermia & Cum fetish

October 29th: Take my breath away

Pairing: CEO!Bucky Barnes x fem!Reader

Kink: daydreams

October 30th: Praise me like you should

Pairing: Sam Wilson x fem!Reader

Kink: Praise kink & dirty talk

A/N: idea by anon

Halloween Specials: ANGST/SMUT/HORROR

October 31st: His prey

Pairing: Nomad!SteveRogers x Innocent!Reader

Kink: stalking

A/N: idea by @elle14-blog1

October 31st: Carved

Pairing: Demon!Dean x fem!Reader; Sam x Girlfriend!Reader

Kink: Knife play

Find all other Bingos and Special Events here: Special Events

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noctumbra · 2 years

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DISCLAIMER

─ almost all the works linked below are +18. please read the warnings before you read the fic. i won’t be accepting any accusations about the topic i wrote because you skipped the warnings. the fics linked below might include dark fics.

─ to get notified for fic updated only, turn on the notifications on for @cuddlewrites. i will be reblogging only the work i post on here.

─ i only write for bucky barnes, and rarely a couple other sebastian stan characters.

─ main masterlist

》 honey baby: ceo!bucky wants to have some fun during an online meeting.

》 kitten: dom!bucky reminds you your place.

》 bloody: bucky loves watching you carry his marks, so he gives you some.

》 angel face: some drunk shenanigans happen. the next day brings sober confessions with it.

》 unexpected relief: bucky writes a website’s name wrong, but he’s not unhappy with the results.

》 pleasure: daddy!bucky needs to relax, and you’re there to help him.

》 wicked tongue: you have a one night stand with a very handsome, older guy and you get surprised at the end.

》 what you need: you need money and your roommate is there to help you in every way.

》 intentional: alpha!bucky sends you a shirtless pic and then offers to spend your heat with him. feelings ensue.

》 abyss: hades!bucky falls in love with you in the first sight.

》 pour some sugar on me: rockstar!bucky sees you in the crowd and wants to get to know you. natasha helps him.

》 fade out: serialkiller!bucky thinks he was created to make wrongs right, and that’s exactly what he does to you.

》 pretty: bartender!bucky flirts with you, and you end up in an alley next to the bar he works in.

》 been like this: mob!bucky is possessive and makes sure you’re owned and bred.

》 i was made for lovin’ you: rockstar!bucky wants another baby, and you indulge him into his wish.

》 for your love: tfatws!bucky reminiscing his times with his soulmate. his family is there to support him.

》 the knowing: watching your soulmate have a life with someone other than you hurts way more than one can imagine.

》 vanilla: without knowing, you slept with your dad’s best friend who happened to be the best smelling alpha.

》 hush baby: crushing on your best friend and learning that he was crushing on you back had come with a package, and you couldn’t be happier and hornier.

》 let the feeling come take you: you come across to this rockstar at the bar and your life changes from there.

》 wildfire: you connect with a beautiful man on the beach, and things progress from there.

》 underworld: a demon finds you being lonely in his bar and decides that you need a good time.

》 red flags and long nights: three months isn’t long enough to get to know someone, especially if that person had different... tastes.

》 freak in the sheets: dilf!bucky is a flirts and he knows what he wants: you. thankfully, you want him back.

》 baby it’s you: omega!bucky has finally found his potential mate through beyoncé songs.

》 snatch my soul: ceo!nick finds a different way to make you forgive him about something that was not real.

》 supermodel: rockstar!bucky wants to make things right after his big fuck up in the past.

》 touch my soul from outside: dadsbestfriend!bucky knows exactly how to love on you.

》 i wanna be yours: rockstar!bucky loves and cherishes you to the point of annoying his best friend who happnes to be your brother.

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imwall-e · 11 months

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WHAT YOU WANT

Pairing : Angel or Demon! Bucky x Reader

Warning : reader can’t get pregnant, ex-boyfriend cheated on reader, smut, unprotected sex, explicit sexual content, breeding kink, pregnancy. 18+, MINOR DNI

Word count : 2047

The night was already well advanced, yet the lights lit up the city like a thousand suns. Wanda had insisted on spending a few days in Las Vegas, The Entertainment Capital of the World, to take your mind off things. "You deserve it," she'd said, "especially after the year you've had."

The late-night parties, the booze, the gambling, the glitz and the lights - none of it suited you. You were more of a quiet diner, watching a series or a movie. But Wanda had a point: a new setting would do you a world of good. You were even ready to have a one night stand. A guy only for these vacations. Hell, maybe a new guy every night. Everything that could make you forget your shitty ex.

After all, if Vegas was really Sin City, you were going to taste every single one of them.

Wanda and you had a room at the Ocean, a new hotel that opened only a few months ago and it quickly became the hippest and most luxurious in town. 7 000 rooms, a big casino, pools, restaurants, and more. A city inside the city.

This was your third night here. And tonight you were going to fuck. The two previous nights were just drinking and playing with Wanda, flirting with guys, some kissing and foreplay but nothing more. But tonight was the night, you even had your eyes on one man.

He noticed you too. You were wearing a short, form-fitting, black dress. He was sitting on an arched sofa, drinking a glass of whiskey, his eyes never leaving yours.

You were at the bar with Wanda, leaning to her you whispered : « Look at the guy over there. Isn't he super hot ? »

« Yes, and he's been watching you for a long time now. I think he was already looking at you yesterday. »

"What ?! How do you…? »

« Listen to me : you go talk to him and I don't want to see you until tomorrow. Have the best night of your life. As for me, I met a guy at the pool this morning and I'm about to have fun too. See you ! »

And like that she left you, leaving with a tall, blonde man wearing glasses. And when you turned your head back to the handsome man, he was next to you. He presented himself : James Bucky Barnes. You told him your name and a smile spread across his face as you took the time to detail him.

His hair was short, but long enough so you could run your hands through his hair. His suit was tailor-made and the color matched his ocean-colored eyes perfectly. You could guess his muscles and were surprised that the buttons on his shirt were still holding. Honestly, you would happily help him remove any of his clothes.

« Do you like what you see, милая ? » (=darling)

« Sorry, » you said as your cheeks took on a slightly pink hue.

« Don't be sorry, милая. I want you to look at me. I like it. » Never a man talked to you like this. Never a man made you wet only with words. His eyes pierced your soul as he was talking : « I saw you last night. I observed you, so beautiful in that red dress. You were with a guy, moving your body against him. You're acting like there is no tomorrow », it was like he could read your mind.

« Isn't that what everyone does in Sin City ? », you asked, biting your lip. There was something about him, something special and you were attracted to it. To him.

« You're right, but you are different », his thumb caressed your lower lip. You could see the beginning of a tattoo on his wrist. Did he have others underneath his perfect suit ? « I hated seeing you with another guy. I wished it was me. But if you choose me tonight, there will be no going back. This won't be a one night thing. I don't do this."

You just met each other, and yet it was like you knew him for years. He wanted you like no one before and you felt like you could cry. A tear must have rolled down your cheek because he gently took your face in his hands, his eyes showing that he only cared.

« What do you want, милая ? » The question drew you out of your thoughts.

« You can't give me what I want, » you answered, moving away from him, tears threatening to fall again. However, Bucky wasn't going to give up on you. You were special, he could feel it and he would do anything to keep you.

« Then let me help you forget, » he gently whispered, his hand opened as an invitation. You took it without hesitation. He never let go of your hand, even as he walked through the crowd of players, taking the elevators and walking through many corridors to his room. This one was very luxurious.

« You seem like a very rich person, Mr. Barnes, » you told him, impressed.

« Baby, I own the place. And please, call me Bucky. »

You entered and he closed the door, then he kissed you after asking your permission. Such a gentleman, you thought. You could feel that he wanted you, his erection was obvious. But he didn't put any pressure on you.

« What do you want ?, » again with this question. « Ask and I shall give. »

This time, you were not able to stop the torrent of tears that poured out. Bucky held you as you were falling on your knees. He helped you sit on the nearest sofa.

« What is wrong, милая ? Please, tell me. » Bucky was worried. He just wanted to please you.

« I want a baby, Bucky. But that's not possible. »

And like that, all that happened during the past year came back, hurting as if it happened a few hours ago. You told him everything. You had a boyfriend, William, everything was fine and you wanted to start a family. But all the pregnancy tests gave the same response : negative. After some time, you decided to go to a specialist, you both had some tests. The results destroyed you : you were the one who was infertile. Yes, adoption was an option, but it wasn't the same as getting pregnant. You needed time to accept that it would never happen. You thought William would support you, that you would support each other. How wrong you were. He cheated one time, with his best friend. One time, and she was pregnant. Soon after he dropped the bomb, you left, never wanting to hear about him again. And you moved in with Wanda.

You didn't know why you were telling all of this to a stranger. Maybe it was because you never talk about this to anyone except Wanda. Pretending like it never happened was easier. At least that's what you thought.

Bucky hold your hands all along. Not once did he judge you. Instead, he took you in his arms, kissing your head. Safety. That's what you felt with him : safe. You were safe. You didn't know him but you were sure of this. Raising your head, you let yourself get in his deep blue eyes and you kissed him.

« Come on милая, tell me what you want, » he desperately asked between two kisses.

« I want you, Bucky. » It was like you couldn't get enough of him. You were sure you wouldn't be able to breathe, to dream, to live if he stopped touching you, wanting you. « Please. » Who was he, and what was he doing to you?

« Fuck, I promise I'll buy you a new one, » and before you could ask, he was ripping your dress. His mouth moved from your lips to your nipples, making you moan. He didn't stop, lifting you off the sofa and putting your legs around his waist, guiding you to the giant bed.

Only then, he let go of you. « Keep your eyes on me милая. » You could feel your pussy getting wetter as you watched him removing his clothes, revealing tattoos all over his arms and chest. You wanted to kiss and lick every last one of them. But what you wanted to taste even more was his cock. It was big and ready to slide inside you.

« As much as I want to feel your mouth around my cock, this night is only about you. » Was he reading your mind or did you just think out loud ? His hands removing your string brought you back to the present moment. After throwing your underwear somewhere in the room, he sucked on your clit, then inserted his tongue in your wet folds. « You taste so fucking good. »

Your moans filled the room, music to Bucky's ears. You were his goddess and he'll do anything to please you. Your hands were in his hair, pulling on it as he was licking you. Soon, his tongue was replaced by a finger.

« How do you feel, милая ? »

« Don't stop, please Bucky, » you begged him.

« Good girl, » he purred, kissing your inner thigh. However, he stopped fingering you only to align his cock with your entrance. « Are you ready, милая ? » You nod, shaking with excitement. « Use your words, » he said, gently biting your neck.

« Yes, Bucky. Make me yours. » Pleased with your answer and spreading your legs open further, he pushed his cock inside you. And damn, was he big. Your legs wrapped around his waist, encouraging him to go deeper. You needed this, needed him.

Bucky pulled out and slid back in, making you moan louder and louder. With every thrust, it was like he was going deeper. His name escaped your lips. Again. And again. And again, each time he thrust into you, eating that spot. His hands were gripping your hips as he maintained a rhythm, your nails dug into his shoulder, holding onto him like you were going to fall. But he would never let that happen.

« Fuck, милая. You're so tight… that pussy of yours doesn't want to let me go. I won't last long, but trust me there will be other rounds. Night isn't… fuck… over. » His words were getting you closer to your orgasm. « What do you want ? » Again this question, but this time you didn't hesitate.

« I want a baby. Bucky, please breed me ! » You know it wasn't possible, but you needed to believe everything was possible, just this night. To forget this last year. To forget everything. Right now, only you, Bucky and his cock were the only things that mattered.

Bucky was going faster and deeper, giving no time to rest. You were on the edge of an orgasm, and you exploded when he whispered some Russian words into your ear.

« That's it, любимая (=my love), milk my cock », he said as you were holding the sheets, your orgasm still not over. He didn't last longer, filling you a second after. He collapsed on top of you. « How do you feel ?, » he whispered.

« Good, just need time to recover from this, » you chuckled.

« Sleep, любимая. Our night has just started. » And with his words, you fell asleep, snuggling up to him. Bucky watched over you, caressing your body. He couldn't wait until you found out what he gave you. He'll do anything for you, you just had to ask.

2 month later

You were in your bathroom. For how long ? You didn't know. 10 minutes? An hour? you couldn't look away from the pregnancy test. It was positive. But how ? It wasn't possible. Then you remembered your first night with Bucky. A night that led to many others.

I can give you whatever you want.

What do you want?

He often asked you this. And he always provided.

Looking again at the pregnancy test, you wondered who he was. Or what he was.

According to you, is Bucky an angel or a demon ?

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giorno-plays-piano · 1 year

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Goodwill

Pairing: demon!Bucky Barnes x demon hunter!reader

Warnings: noncon, mind control, breeding, forced proximity, bad dirty talk, smut.

Words: 1.4k

Summary: He couldn't believe demon hunters were now taking people like you, soft and warm and caring.

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"Have you ever tried anal sex, baby?" The demon whispered in your ear, his rock hard cock buried in your pussy to the hilt as you squirmed in his lap, cumming a little from how skillfully he massaged the entrance to your womb with his tip. "No?"

You let out a soft noise, shaking your head as you lowered yourself on his cock more, the pressure building up, louder moans escaping you as you rolled your hips, the tip rubbing against that squishy spot inside you. Was the demon talking about sticking his giant cock inside your ass? Ah, his cock must feel so snug and nice inside your other hole, you thought as you rocked back and forth in his lap, mewling from pleasure.

"It'll feel nice, baby," he licked the shell of your ear with his long tongue, his hand on your lower belly as he gently applied pressure to it, feeling his own hard cock inside you and purring. "Girls like you should know how to fuck in the ass."

"Yeah?" You muttered, opening your mouth obediently when the demon licked your lips, letting him stuff his tongue down your throat as he finally started cumming again, filling your already full womb with his seed. It made you feel so warm and nice and pretty: the demon said girls like you should have their baby rooms full with cum because it's gonna feel like magic, and he was right. It was even better.

"It's the second-best thing after getting your pussy fucked," he nodded with his eyes half closed, lids growing heavy from all the warmth and pleasure you shared, his arms clinging to your belly, massaging it, holding you close as you snuggled against him, milking him still. "But girls don't get knocked up from their asses plowed."

You let out a sigh, dropping a kiss to the demon's jaw, "That's a pity."

"Yeah, baby," he murmed against your forehead, kissing you, too, feeling like he was getting rock-hard again inside your lovely cunt that fit him like a glove. You were such a nice, pretty human female with a plump pussy he loved licking early in the morning when you were still hazy from sleep, and your breasts needed a good suck every day, too, but Bucky liked you because you were a sweetheart.

You kissed his horns when he showed them to you for the first time and told him not to hide them from you anymore, and then you were rubbing his back so softly every time he went to the shower Bucky was groaning the second you touched him. You cooked him food, too, and when he felt capricious you fed him with a spoon yourself. If he was tired from all the work in the little guesthouse close to hot springs he owned, you tucked him to sleep and kissed him goodnight. You were such a good, honest woman. So what if he had to keep you under mind control so that a minor demon hunter like you didn't freak out from the sight of him?

"When are you ovulating, baby?" He murmed against your ear, and you turned your head to him, kissing him again before you said, "Now."

He slipped you one more kiss, slowly getting you down on his bed where you had been sleeping since the day you showed up here, clueless, looking for the demonic presence you had been told to get rid off.

At first, Bucky was irritated with the rumors about some monster circulating around here because, despite being one hell of a demon, he wasn't particularly malicious - not anymore, anyway. Yes, he was sucking the energy from humans, but only ever so little to sustain himself, not even hurting anyone except perhaps some men who were so full of themselves Bucky felt like he was sent here by divine providence to punish the assholes. Nothing too bad for a demon of his caliber, anyway. How was he supposed to know the priest living in that tiny church still felt his presence and sent for a demon hunter?

Well, at least humans had no idea who he was. After you came to talk, he quickly realized the priest only felt some slight demonic energy and expected a minor demon to be messing with locals, so that you, a gentle and mostly inexperienced woman, was sent here to help. Sure, you would have no trouble getting pesky demons back to their realms, but it would take an army of hunters like you to bring any real harm to him.

He couldn't get mad at you for coming to catch him, he thought. Who could get mad at such soft and caring woman who came personally to tell him of the danger and assure him you were going to free this place from a demonic presence? Of course, he offered you to stay at his little guesthouse free from charge and use the hot springs to relax. You were tired from your journey, he said, curious to see how you were going to try and catch him, and you, deceived by his friendly demeanor, accepted his offer gratefully.

But Bucky sucked at being patient. He spied on you the moment you left for the hot springs, abandoning your clothing as you went down into the warm water, rubbing your sore arms and legs and making soft little noises. You were a lovely human woman but not built to be a demon hunter at all. Your flesh was unmarked, your hands gentle and pure, and you heart didn't harden the way the hearts of true hunters did. What was going to happen to you if priests underestimated the danger again and send you to fight off greater evil? Bucky knew what other demons would do to you. He wouldn't do it himself, of course, but when he thought of you getting into a trap of someone like incubus Loki or brute Zemo, he suddenly pitied you. What were other hunters thinking, taking you into apprenticeship?

And he was lusting after you, too. What man wouldn't? You were so soft and warm and lovely. He went after you before he even registered what he was doing in the hot springs. Good thing he casted the spell before he pretty much assaulted you. He didn't want you to be scared.

Everything spiraled downwards after that. What could he do? He loved your presence, the sound of your voice. Sex was mind-blowing too, and every day he found himself delaying the moment when he would take the charms off you. The longer time you spent together, the more reluctant he grew.

Well, what if he wasn't going to take off the charms at all? Sure, they weren't going to last forever, but you two had so much time before they wore off. What if you grew accustomed to him the way a woman does to living with her beloved? His charms didn't make you numb or replaced your feelings with fake ones. He just warped your mind a bit, let the charms twist the truth about demons so that you would no longer find him repulsive and inherently evil. It didn't mean they forced you to love him. They just eased you up a bit. Maybe, if he was thoughtful and gentle and you spent enough time under his care, you wouldn't leave even when charms would start wearing off. Maybe, if he was to marry you, promise you safety, you wouldn't run off later on.

Then it struck him. A child. He needed to sire a child with you. A halfling. You wouldn't leave your child behind even if you woke up one day and decided you couldn't stay here anymore. But your child would be only half-human, and you wouldn't be able to raise him on your own without your demon's husband help.

With you beneath him on his bed, he spread your folds and entered your again gently, even though you were more than ready to take him with his cum seeping out of your pussy. When he sheathed himself fully, he groaned, locking you up in a mating press with your legs up, losing what little patience he had left and rocking his hips, hard, until you let out a loud moan like a bitch in heat. You sure as hell were ovulating.

"When I knock you up... I'll teach you about anal sex," he growled, losing control, his balls slapping against your pussy. "You'll love it when I cum in your ass."

You, tired and wet and warm, were barely in condition to say anything at all, and he grinned at you from above, making sure to hammer his cock deep enough your womb would overflow with his seed.

It would take months for the charms to wear off. He had enough time.

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sinner-as-saint · 1 year

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heartless pt. 2

Incubus!Bucky x Witch!Reader (fantasy au)

Read Part 1 here

Run-through: Introducing your demon boyfriend to your magical community went well. Starting a family with him was even better than you could ever ask for.

Themes: domestic!incubus!bucky, fluff, pregnant!reader, smut, size difference, protective!bucky, HEA, breeding kink, he has wings and a tail,

“Bucky?”

You called out and waited. He was still getting used to his new name so sometimes it took him a while before he replied.

A few moments went by and then he shouted from downstairs, “Yes?”

You smiled and shouted back, “Can you come here please?”

Then as usual, he showed up before you could even blink. As if he stepped out of thin air. “Are you alright, little one? What is it?” He crouched beside the bed, worried as he looked down at you. “Do you need anything?” He asked, reaching out to touch your cheek.

You almost purred at his touch, squirming just a little under the sheets. It was way too early to wake up but surprisingly, Bucky was always up before sunrise. “Yeah,” You said, “You.”

He chuckled. “Insatiable, aren’t you?”

You smiled then lifted the blanket off of the bed, inviting him in, “Come here, it’s so warm in here.” You said.

He sighed before sliding under the covers with you, “How will I ever get any work done if you keep acting like this, huh?” He chided playfully as his broad body settled beside you. You snuggled up to his side immediately, placing your head on his chest.

He could feel the slight bump pressing against his hip and his tail immediately wrapped around your thigh. He smiled and placed his warm hand on it. You placed your hand on top of his and sighed in bliss. Bucky placed a kiss on the top of your head.

Life had been better than ever lately. You and the baby were doing fine and your bump had begun showing now. Bucky had settled in nicely here. At first, he was anxious to go out and meet your friends but it all went so smoothly. People were warm and welcoming to him as they were to you. He even impressed all of them with his strength and speed.

Bucky had even made friends of his own rather quickly - Sam, the dragon shifter and Steve, the gargoyle. The three often hung out all the time and they flew together as they initially bonded over their love for flying.

You were so grateful for everything you had right now. Your little family, your shop where Bucky helped out a lot, the happy future you were going to have together. But mostly, you were grateful for the way Bucky had a chance at a new life here. Thanks to his powers, he was rather well-known and helped around a lot. People grew to adore him quickly. Yes, he also often offered to deliver stuff to the dragon people up on the mountains since he did it faster, but you also knew that he did all that just so he could hang out with Sam more.

On days when he wasn’t needed to be a hero and help people move stuff or deliver things, he was the most perfect stay-at-home partner. He’d walk with you to your shop and help you set up for the day before going back home. You taught him how to bake and often when you’d come home you’d find the house smelling of fresh baked goods.

Bucky was also so, so caring. A complete mother hen at times. He was protective, especially when you began showing. He was always holding your hand, helping you around the house, doing chores, and all. He also only hung out with his friends after making sure you were fed and comfortable, either in bed or sitting by the window with a good book. He was so perfect. Life with him was perfect.

“What are you thinking about, little witch?” He asked, lips brushing against your forehead.

You snuggled closer and answered, “About how much I love you.” You could’ve sworn you felt the way his heart skipped a beat. He wrapped his arms tighter around you and only reminded you of how much you loved the way he was bigger than you were, it made him the most amazing cuddle buddy.

“I love you too, little one.” His voice deepened and you just knew what that meant…

Just moments later, you were pinned to the bed. Wrists trapped in his fist above your head, your legs spread open as he settled in between them and fucked you slowly, passionately while holding your stare. Somehow this soft lovemaking made you lose your mind even more than rough sex did.

The slow and steady slide of him as he moved in and out of you. The way he held your stare, as if waiting or searching for a sign which would tell him you’re in pain or uncomfortable, the way he kissed and caressed each and every inch of you.

Bucky, you had noticed, was always soft with you these days. Especially since your bump began showing. Like he was being extra careful with how he handled your body. Even now as he leaned down to kiss you while he fucked you slowly, he was careful not to press against your belly too much.

“I love you so much,” He murmured into the kiss as his hand slid in between your bodies so he could caress your bump, your thighs, your legs before moving back up to toy with your clit, making your cry out in pleasure.

“Bucky, please…” You moaned, biting down on his soft lip as he sped up.

“I know,” he cooed, “I know, my love,” He whispered against your mouth and made you come in no time.

—

As you reached your due date, Bucky was losing his mind more than you were. He insisted that you stayed at home and that he would manage your shop. Your bump was the biggest it had ever been and needless to say, Bucky was obsessed with it.

You’d often wake up in the middle of the night and find him caressing it, talking to it, kissing it. Often, you’d just fall right back to sleep with his soft voice as a lullaby. But other times, you’d push him onto his back and ride him until the sun rose.

—

The day that changed Bucky’s life forever started out just like any other. He helped you get dressed since it was getting harder for you to do most things with that bump. Then he made sure you were nice and comfy in bed before he left to attend to your shop. And then a whole day went by and something just felt different as he flew home. Like a pinch inside his chest, nothing bad, just different.

When he entered your home, he couldn’t tell what it was that changed but something surely did. The first thing he noticed was that you weren’t in your usual spot by the window in that beloved chair of yours. You weren’t baking either. Your workshop door was shut so that meant that you weren’t in there.

His heart began racing as he went up the stairs as quickly as he could. Please, please, please be okay, please…

He barged into your shared bedroom and his heart dropped. There you were, sitting on the edge of the bed. Cradling a bundle in your arms. When you lifted your head up and smiled at him, he almost teared up.

“What…” He could barely talk. Frozen in place, heart racing still.

“Hi.” You said, looking like you’d been crying. “She came early.” You said, looking down at your daughter.

Bucky was still frozen, “But how did you…”

“Magic. One of the perks of being a witch, you see. It didn’t hurt. It was messy though, but magic helped with that too.” You chuckled, standing up. Bucky moved immediately then. He was right next to you in the blink of an eye, his arm around you.

“I should’ve been here. I shouldn’t have left this morning, I should’ve-,”

“Oh Buck,” You cut his rambling off with a smile and said, “You couldn’t have known. I didn’t even know she’d be here today. It’s alright, I wasn’t in pain.” You assured him. “Now come on, hold your daughter.” You handed the bundle over to him.

Bucky held her carefully and sat down on the edge of the bed, just staring at the little face which stared back at him quietly. She had your hair and your skin but her eyes, they were her father’s eyes. “So beautiful,” Bucky murmured.

You ran your fingers through his hair and smiled to yourself. Watching Bucky just hold your daughter was something you’d never forget. But then he looked up at you, looking all sad and miserable.

“I should’ve been here.” He said again.

You leaned down and kissed him on the mouth. “It’s alright. I’m sure you’ll be here for the next one.”

“Next one?” He sounded pleasantly surprised.

You nodded. “Well, you didn’t think we’d have just one, did you?” You caressed his face, stroking his cheek.

—

Watching Bucky bond with your daughter was simply the best thing in the world. Ever since she learnt how to crawl, she’d follow her father around the house. Bucky was too nervous to take her flying yet but he’d often take her for walks when you were busy with your shop.

And on days when you took her on walks, she would let out the loudest of giggles when you pointed at Bucky soaring in the sky above you. And the funniest part was watching her get all wide-eyed when looking at bats flying, thinking they were her father too.

Bucky was butthurt when your daughter’s first words were ‘mama’. But he then spent weeks trying to get her to say ‘daddy’ instead and the day she did, he was the happiest male ever.

Although he wasn’t the happiest when your daughter began teething because she made it her life’s mission to bite her father’s wings whenever she could. Or the one time your daughter somehow found an injured bat in the yard and brought it in, all teary eyed and held it up to you and said, “Daddy.”

You burst out laughing while Bucky stood there frowning. He picked up your daughter while you healed the bat’s broken wing, and told her, “That thing does not look like daddy. No. Daddy is big and strong. Daddy does not look like that. Daddy has mighty wings.”

But your little one just pouted, tears filling her eyes again as she said, “Daddy,” while pointed at the poor bat.

—

By the time your little one turned three, you were already expecting a second one. And Bucky was beyond happy.

And during your first few months of pregnancy, you found yourself needing Bucky way more than usual. It didn’t matter if it was barely dawn or in the middle of the afternoon.

And one such afternoon, Bucky came home looking extra good. Hair all messed up, sweaty and weaning nothing but dark pants. Wings all flared behind him, probably to cool them down. He stepped into the house panting slightly. Lately he and Sam had been helping their other friend, Steve, build his cabin by the lake.

“There you are,” You said, walking over to him, “I was wondering when you’d get home.” You purposely traced your finger down the edge of his wing and he almost moaned at the sensation. Wings were extremely sensitive.

He smirked, shutting the door behind him. He could already tell where this was going. “How have you been all day?” He asked, kissing your cheek before placing a hand on your slight bump. “Where’s the little demon?”

You chuckled, “She’s at the neighbours’,” You answered, “You know how much she loves playing with the kids.” You stood up on your tiptoes and kissed Bucky’s jaw, “And I have been here all alone all day.”

Bucky’s body leaned into you slightly, his tail sliding under your robe and wrapping around your thigh. “Oh?” He cooed, “How terrible.” He played along, picking you up - still surprising you with his strength even now - and walking up the stairs. “I’m so sorry, my love. I should drop everything and just be at home at all times, catering to your needs.” He teased, making you chuckle. “Fulfilling each one of your fantasies and keeping you satiated at all times, shouldn’t I?”

He placed you down in your bed and hovered above you. His pretty eyes stared into yours, his body pressing deliciously against yours. You couldn’t take it anymore. “Oh Bucky, please. I need you.” You murmured, your fingers already undoing his pants.

Bucky chuckled and kissed you deeply, before kissing down your neck. He also untied your robe, opening the dark fabric so he could look at your bare body. And it took his breath away each time.

You could’ve sworn he growled as he lowered his mouth to your breasts, his tail wrapping and squeezing the other one. “You’re all mine.” He mumbled as he continued kissing down your body. Further down, he leaned spread your legs apart and kissed your inner thighs. He placed both his hands on either one of your knees, settling in between them while looking up at you with nothing but adoration and hunger in his eyes.

“All yours.” You whispered, watching his mouth get closer to your wetness. Your bump hid part of his face but you felt him kissing your bump before bringing his mouth down to where you’d been craving him all day. You squirmed in bed and moaned out loud when you felt his warm tongue lick from your entrance up to your clit.

“Fuck,” He swore, “You taste incredible.”

Your hand immediately flew to his already messy, damp hair, and you grabbed a fistful of it, tugging on it gently as his mouth teased you. His tongue slowly circled around your clit and he earned another moan out of you. As though your senses were heightened, you felt even warmer and tingly as his mouth moved against you.

“Oh, I’ve missed you all day,” You whined and he wrapped his arms around your thighs, spreading you even more as he pulled you closer to his mouth, pressing his face into you, eating you out until you were nothing but a squirming, moaning mess under him.

With a couple more strokes of his tongue, he had you coming undone, gushing out all over his tongue as he lapped up whatever you gave him, making you gasp and moan even louder.

Almost dizzy with pleasure, you felt him kissing his way up your body, leaving warm, wet kisses all over your skin, especially around your bump, until he reached your mouth again. His kiss was gentle. When he pulled away, you finally opened your eyes to stare into his blue ones.

“You are so beautiful like this, all needy and naked beneath me. With your legs spread, just waiting for your man to fuck you,” He whispered, looking deep into your eyes and knowing damn well what his words did to you. With his body hovering above yours he leaned in to kiss along your jaw and down your neck. Absolutely loving the way you squirmed under him. “Looking at you. You must’ve been all wet all day, just thinking about me, hmm? I bet your pretty fingers did a terrible job at satisfying you, didn’t they? My poor, little witch.”

“Oh damn you.” You whined, making him chuckle.

He leaned in for a kiss again as he carefully slid into you, filling you up nicely. He knew he had to be just a little more careful and gentle than usual. Because as much as he was dying to fuck you like an animal, he didn’t want to hurt you.

You whined in pleasure and your back arched off the bed just a little as you felt his thick cock filling you up, all nice and snug inside you. You reminded him a lot of a kitten basking in sunlight and he couldn’t help but push deeper inside you. Wanting to hear more of your whining and moaning.

He laced your fingers together and pinned both your hands above your head as he sped up into you. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head once he started rocking in and out of you. He leaned in and kissed your lips again, groaning and panting against your lips as he fucked you slowly.

His large wings flared even wider behind him, casting a shadow over the both of you. And there, in the cocoon of shadow and darkness, nothing existed but the two of you. His strong body moved as carefully as he could against you. His movements were gentle, passionate and loving. His hips rolled against your body perfectly, and his body weight pressing down gently on you was comforting. His grip around your hand tightened each time you’d moan.

“I love you,” He whispered, leaning in to kiss you. “I love all of you,” He said, watching you gasp and moan for him. “You’re mine.” he whispered against your lips, rocking in and out of you as he felt you clench around him. “Now come for me.” He whispered, kissing your face.

You couldn’t help but come right there and then. The tenderness, the loving way in which he held you, you couldn’t help but come undone with a breathy moan. Bucky came right after you, gasping and grunting against your open mouth.

“I love you so much,” You whispered, snuggling into him as he finally laid down next to you.

He kissed your temple and said, “I love you more. Now what do you say we take a bath together, then we go get our daughter. I’m sure the little demon is making the neighbours lose their minds.”

You laughed together at the thought of it.

—

This time, as the due date was close, Bucky was prepared. He’d spent the entire week with you leading up to the big day. Steve was the one handling your shop at the time being and he had a long, long list of instructions to get him by. Besides, you and Bucky both knew that the major reason why he offered to help with the shop was because the grumpy gargoyle had his eyes on a pretty mermaid who often visited your shop whenever she was on land. But either way, his help was very much welcomed.

On the day you had your second daughter, Bucky was the most supportive partner one could ask for. He held your hand through it all, even if your magic took away most of the pain and even if your magic cleaned up every mess. He was there with you.

And once he held the new baby in his arms, he teared up just like he did the first time.

—

Watching both your daughters grow up was pure bliss. Being parents to two kids was different but you and Bucky handled it together and you were happier than ever. You eventually had to rebuild your house in order to accommodate new members, but also so that it was easier for Bucky to move around - given his size.

Soon, you had an entirely new home that you spent days decorating and turning it into the cosiest home ever. You also ended up having a much larger workshop because your daughters needed their space too.

Your eldest daughter was naturally drawn to animals and nature, so you’d tell her little things that your mother taught you every day. Teach her about important plants and animals and she’d listen carefully and you just knew that she’d grow up to be even better than you were one day. You’ll never forget the day she casted her first spell perfectly. Both you and Bucky had shed a tear or two while watching her.

“She’s a natural,” You’d whispered to Bucky as you both watched your daughter heal an injured squirrel.

He kissed the top of your head and said, “Of course she is, her mother is the greatest witch I’ve ever known.”

As your kids grew older, they’d often run off to play with your friends’ kids. And often you and Bucky would find yourselves alone at home. Though you did fuck. A lot. You also spent time doing the most mundane things like baking, or teaching him how to make basic potions or jewellery.

That was his favourite thing, playing with crystals and making the most random stuff. Once he’d made you the ugliest bracelet you had ever seen but you didn’t tell him that and still wore it every single day only because he had spent about four hours on it and was very, very proud of it.

—

You and Bucky would often walk around the woods. When the girls came with you, they’d play around gathering random flowers and putting them in their father’s hair while you collected important things you needed for your potions and stuff.

One day, you left for the woods early. The sun was about to rise and it was your favourite time of the day. The woods were foggy, lush and green. The mist was still clinging to every leaf, the animals still asleep.

You began filling your basket with the regular stuff. Berries, herbs, necessary flowers, etc. But then you heard twigs snapping somewhere behind you. You smiled as you turned around and faced nothing but the still fog.

“I know it’s you, Buck.” You said, then got back to collecting your things.

Silence. And then a hand reached out and grabbed you by the elbow, pulling you against a tall, muscular body. You smiled up at him. “Well, well. What do we have here? A witch all alone in the dark woods.” He teased, nuzzling your neck, tickling you until you laughed and tried to pull away but he wouldn’t let you. “Don’t you know big, bad demons roam these woods? Don’t you know they like playing with pretty little witches?”

You bit him on the cheek and then pulled away once you caught him off guard, and ran away laughing. “We can play, demon.” You called out, knowing the woods would absorb most of your voice, “But only if you catch me!”

The fog helped in keeping you hidden as you ran as far away from him as possible, hiding behind trees, trying to contain your laughter. You could hear him growling and hissing behind you.

“I had to tiptoe out of the house so I don’t wake the girls up, and now you’re gonna make me chase you? Huh?” He groaned, sounding miserable. “You’re gonna make me work for it?” But you could hear it in his voice that despite the fog, he was trying to find you.

You chuckled to yourself as you hid behind a tree. But it took him no less than a minute to find you.

“There you are!” He chuckled. “Can’t hide from me, witch,” He pressed your back against the tree and leaned in for a messy, heated kiss. And a few moments later, he was sliding inside of you. Holding you up while fucking into you hard and fast.

You didn’t know what had gotten into him but fuck were you grateful for it. He kissed you, bruising your mouth as he fucked you like an animal. His cock sliding in and out, stretching you as he went. His tall, strong body holding you up and spreading your legs further like you were nothing but just his to fuck.

He murmured against your lips, “Have you been taking your potion?” He asked, referring to the contraceptive one.

You smirked against his parted lips and said, “No,” then let out a moan as he sped up immediately. “Oh, Buck…” You whined and gasped and moaned as he pounded into you. The bark of the tree pressing into your back hurt but you didn’t want him to stop, didn’t want him to ever stop.

He kissed down your chin, biting on your neck. “Does that mean I can fill you up again, little witch? Hmm? Are you gonna carry my child again, my love?” He asked, whispering against your skin as he made you lose your mind.

“Yes,” You cried out. “Yes I will.” You pulled away to look up at him and saw nothing but profound love in his eyes.

“I love you,” He murmured before spilling inside you with a loud grunt which had you coming undone right after him.

And then nine months later, you had twin girls.

—

Your family grew, and you often shed happy tears as you watched your girls grow each day. Bucky was the best father they could ask for. He was patient, and kind and mischievous when he wanted to be. And he was the best partner ever.

One time you found him standing in the backyard, watching your daughters as they chased after birds and butterflies near the creak. He wasn’t doing anything, just standing there. Thinking probably.

So you went up to him, hugged him from behind and asked, “What is it?”

He sighed. A happy, content sigh. Then pulled you into his arms properly and said, “I can’t believe this is my life. And I get to live it with you.”

You smiled up at him. “Likewise.”

He smirked, “I’ve been meaning to ask, are we done having kids?”

You laughed. “I don’t know. We’ll see, I suppose.” You looked back at your daughters. Their giggles and laughter and squeals of happiness was the best sound in the world. “I think I want one more.”

Bucky laughed, loudly. “I better get started on building us an even bigger house then.”

You chuckled, “And I can’t wait to watch you build.” You winked, “You know you look good when you lift heavy stuff, all muscly and sweaty.”

He laughed even louder, leaning down to kiss you and you thought, you couldn’t wait to spend every day for centuries upon centuries by his side.

—

a/n: read about steve and his mermaid gf here

#demon!bucky #bucky barnes #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes au #marvel

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