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The House Guest - AU Bucky Barnes x OC

warnings: demon bucky, dom bucky, rough smut, manipulation, minors DNI

word count: 7.3k

WP: https://www.wattpad.com/1276145496-the-house-guest-ember

authors note: it's another super dark one loves, please pay attention to the warnings!

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Taking a deep breath of fresh autumn air, Ember looked around what was about to become her new neighborhood. It was nearing sunset, the orange leaves fell onto the street and she could see kids playing up ahead. A small smile crept onto her lips as a breeze swept her brown hair back. This was going to be the change she needed.

Ember turned on her heel and started up the stone path to her new home. It was an older house, built in 1922 with a red brick exterior and black accents lining the windows and features. The front door sat up on a large front porch. When she had found it at such a low price, she practically jumped at it and with no other offers, it was hers immediately.

As she stood there admiring her new home, a car horn behind her made her spin around with a gasp. Scanning the street, she could only see a white sedan waiting for some kids to get their hockey nets out of its way.

“Ember!” A deep sultry voice came from behind her.

She turned around with a relieved smile. “Mr. Barnes! How do you always get here before me?” She laughed, extending her hand to him as she walked up to the front door.

“Great timing I guess. And I told you before, it’s Bucky” He winked. “Come on in!”

She followed him through the black wooden door and her face instantly lit up. Bucky shot her a friendly smile “it’s got some personality, hasn’t it?”

Certainly did, Ember thought to herself as they walked over creaky hardwood floors covered in a thick layer of dust.

She returned the smile in response as they made their way through the foyer. "I do have to thank you for being available to do the hand-off today after your normal work day ended, Bucky."

“I’m not your usual real estate agent, sweets. It’s on the card.” He winked at her, flicking his business card between his fingers. Ember gasped softly as it seemed to appear out of thin air. “Just a few papers to sign and it’s all yours.”

"How did you do that?"

"Do what?" Bucky asked.

"Make that card appear?"

Bucky blushed. "Used to do magic at kid's parties-- actually, you have something behind your ear... hang on."

He reached toward her, brushing her hair away from her face, his fingers gently caressing her neck with the backs of his knuckles with a feather light touch. Ember's heart began to hammer, her cheeks flamed, and she felt goosebumps as Bucky pulled the pen she was keeping in her purse out from behind her ear.

"You lose a pen, darlin'?" He purred as he presented it to her, his eyes glittering.

Ember could feel her cheeks burning up as she slowly took the pen back from him. Keep yourself together, he is just the realtor and being nice is part of his job Ember thought to herself.

She wandered from the foyer into a large living area to their right, dust floating in the sunlight of the bay windows at the front of the house. Gazing up at a brass chandelier, Ember watched as a moth fluttered in a spider's web. A pang of sympathy echoed in her stomach as she watched the creature struggle.

Suddenly, a warm hand splayed across her lower back, making her jump nearly to the ceiling. Ember whipped around to meet Bucky's amused stare, her heart hammering. The smell of something smoky tickled the back of Ember's throat, like a bonfire.

"Sorry to startle you, sugar," he said with a soft laugh. "Do you want to take a tour? Some changes have been made since you were here last."

A shiver ran up her back where his hand had been, but her brow furrowed, "Changes?"

She nodded though, "Uh, sure. A tour would be good, I suppose?"

“Nothing major,” Bucky said quickly as he ushered her further into the foyer. “I think you’ll find they increase the value of your new home.”

She passed by him on their way past the living room, and they briefly locked eyes. Ember swore she saw a glint of something sinister flicker in his baby blues. Her cheeks grew warm, color rising to the surface, and she quickly looked away.

Before she realized it, she heard herself chuckle. “I guess that makes sense,” she said. The pair walked into the kitchen and it was as if she was watching herself from an adjacent room.

Bucky spun around with a wolfish grin, “Take a look around, I had the contractor restore the old brass finishings and we were able to save the butcher's block on top of the island.”

Ember smiled listening to his almost sing-songy voice that made her ears tingle. It was almost addicting. She rounded the island running her fingers along the re-oiled wood. “It’s beautiful.”

“Yeah she is,” he said, a little softer this time.

Ember’s eyes flew up to meet his and he winked at her, his grin broadening. He chuckled and there was something there, a rumbling undertone that raised the hairs on the back of her neck even as her cheeks flushed at his brazen flirting.

She shook her head once and took a deep breath as they continued moving through the house. Running her hand along the dark wooden fixtures of the banister, and taking note of the original carvings in the crown moldings. Ember really couldn't believe this house was hers.

"Ok I have a question.." She paused, turning to fix her eyes on Bucky and tilting her head to the side. "This house is gorgeous, and was a steal of a price. Why were there no other offers when I bid on it?"

A smirk pulled at the corner of Bucky's lips, and Ember could have sworn his eyes darkened.

Bucky leaned closer, and locked eyes with her "She's a special kind of house.. waiting for exactly the right person to come whisk her away" He whispered. "Houses like this have a personality that very few can handle, love.. Do you think you have what it takes?"

"I'd like to think I do. Let's see if I can prove it to the house and you." Ember said with an underlying wickedness.

His eyes darkened at her response, a grin finding a home amongst his beautifully tanned features. She could feel her throat getting a little dry as her heart hammered against her chest, but she couldn’t bring herself to look away from his eyes.

“I’m sure you will sweetheart, I can sense you’re very special.” The husky tone of his voice and a slight breeze winding its way behind her, brought goosebumps to her skin. She broke away from his gaze momentarily to look back, only to be interrupted by his hand landing softly atop hers.

“What do you say we sign those papers, love?”

Ember nodded, her head feeling light as Bucky pulled his hand from hers, fingertips grazing her wrist as guided her to the kitchen island where the papers were suddenly laid out waiting.

“Ready for your life to change, darling?”

“That’s a… uh, that’s a big question.” Ember replied nervously, “oh do you have a—“

Before she could finish her sentence, Bucky held out a pen. Onyx and gold, expensive in every sense of the word.

“Just a signature on the line, sweetheart.”

She must have caught something over the past few days between packing and running herself ragged, because Ember felt herself sweating, the letters on the page rearranging themselves and swirling in front of her vision. She smelled the faintest hint of sulfur, followed closely by the rich woodsy smell of Bucky's cologne, almost like firewood.

Ember reached for the pen and Bucky quirked a brow and his tongue darted out to flick across his bottom lip. Her knees nearly buckled.

"You alright there, sugar?"

"Y-- yeah," she rasped, quickly signing to avoid any further embarrassment as her cheeks blazed. She smiled and returned the pen. "All good."

As she signed her name on the dotted line she could have sworn the ink was a deep red... but when she blinked it was back to a deep blue color. She pushed the papers back to Bucky.

“There you are. That wasn’t so hard was it?” He grinned as he looked at her signature.

Ember swallowed, placing the pen back down onto the table. Sweat trickled down her spine and her thighs were sticking together under her skirt.

"Ember... can I ask you a question?"

His husky voice made her head snap up to meet his gaze and she hummed in acknowledgement. Bucky stared at her for a moment before leaning forward, his eyes never leaving hers.

"Why are you scared?"

Ember felt lost in his intense gaze for a moment before she forced herself to blink.

"Scared?" She laughed nervously, "Why would I be scared?"

Bucky's lips were curled into a seductive smile though, "Sometimes signing these things... can feel like signing your life away," he said with a wink.

There was a sudden flash of lightning across the sky- the kitchen was bathed in bright white light, and Bucky’s face was illuminated against the backdrop of the dark wooden cabinets. Ember glanced out the window and could see dark clouds gathering outside, hiding the orange and pink hues of the sunset. The lights overheard flickered as thunder boomed. A chill ran down her spine.

“I’ll make sure the electrician sorts that out,” Bucky whispered with a toothy grin.

Ember’s eyes raked over his features, somehow his cheekbones were sharper in the dim light of the kitchen and his stubble only further contoured his jawline. For a moment she imagined the small pickles of his beard against her skin and what his skin would feel like under her touch.

"Ember?" The gravel of his voice pulled her back as she shook her head, trying to shake the thoughts and the warmth spreading through her away.

"Sorry..." She nervously chewed on the inside of her lip as he smiled once more at her, narrowing his eyes for a split second before standing straight.

"No need to apologize, sweets." Bucky gestured to the hallway leading out of the kitchen, "Let me show you some of the more important things you'll need to know to live here."

Ember walked through the doorway in front of him, brushing her bangs away from her damp forehead. Maybe she was coming down with something. She felt the heat of his hand return to the small of her back and when his thumb began tracing small circles against the edge of her top she almost moaned.

“Which way first, sugar? Upstairs or the basement?”

Swallowing thickly, her eyes bounced between the stairs going up and a dark door with a padlock she was sure led to the basement. It was like a magnetic pull was drawing her towards the door. Like it was whispering and calling her name…

“Let’s go upstairs first!” She said quickly. “I uh, I need to make sure there’s enough closet space for all my.. clothes” she winced at herself, knowing how dumb that sounded.

“As you wish, Ember.. right this way” Bucky gestured to the stairs, his eyes never leaving hers.

The electricity sparking in the air, Ember followed Bucky up the stairs, her eyes fixed on his broad frame encased by a well tailored suit.

Once they reached the landing, Bucky led her down the hallway to their left leading them towards the master bedroom.

The room was exquisitely decorated in bold colors, mahogany furniture and the most amazing mirror she'd ever laid eyes on rimmed with gold detailing. Ember looked around the room in awe, meeting Bucky's satisfied gaze with a smile.

"What do you think? Everything up to your expectations, sweetheart?" he asked as he slowly made his way next to her.

“It’s— honestly I’m lost for words,” Ember breathed, jumping a little as she turned to find Bucky right beside her.

He had been silent, not even a creak of the old floorboards had given him away and Ember shivered, a cold sensation creeping across the back of her neck.

“Have a wander, the view from the window is to die for.” Bucky murmured softly, his voice low in her ear.

She gulped and headed for the window, staring out at the gorgeous and expansive backyard. Red and gold leaves littered the ground and the entire yard was surrounded by iron fencing that was painted black. The trees were a mixture of red, gold, and bright yellow, leaves slowly trailing off of the branches and fluttering to the ground as the sun shone through them.

"Breathtaking, isn't it?" Bucky asked from behind her, his warm breath on her neck felt almost fiery and she began to sweat. "Might make you feel better about signing your s-- life away."

"Yeah," she rasped.

"It's all yours, darlin'. How does it feel?"

“Like I can’t exactly believe how lucky I am” Ember said as she continued to look out the window, it had begun to rain and the wind was blowing through the trees. She hadn’t realized how dark it had suddenly gotten. It was as if someone turned off the sun.

Bucky hummed and Ember swore she felt the vibration in her bones. A flash of lightning illuminated them once more, their reflection appearing in the windowpane.

"I think," he whispered, creating a flicker of heat deep within Ember's body. "I might be the lucky one."

Her eyes fluttered closed, the smell of smoke and sweetness growing stronger. A feather light touch skimmed across the side of her throat as heat flickered in her belly and a whimper nearly slips through her lips.

Another flash of lightning snapped Ember from her daze and she turned suddenly, meeting Bucky's wolf-like grin.

"Just you wait, Miss Morris. We aren't even to the best part yet."

Ember took a shaky breath in, "Uh huh?"

Thunder rippled through the room and a moment later lighting illuminated everything again - the storm was closer than she had thought.

But the light had cast their shadows sharply on the wall behind Bucky - if she didn't know better she could have sworn his had horns.

"Uhm... Y-you wanted to show me the basement as well?" She finally managed to get out.

His head tilted to the side, studying her for a moment, his grin still playing on his face, "Sure thing, sweetheart."

Gazing at him felt like she was staring into a funhouse mirror, except he was the only thing in focus. Her body felt tingly as if she was drunk and normally she liked the feeling. It made her feel relaxed and unwound but with Bucky, there was an underlying tension that it combatted. Like the feeling your stomach gets at the top of a roller coaster just before going over the edge but on repeat.

"Lead the way," He urged, a cool hand once again found its way to her lower back, gently encouraging her forwards through the doorway and down the stairs.

They reached the bottom of the stairs and turned towards the basement door. She felt it again, that strange calling, drawing her ever closer to the padlocked door. It shimmered, as if in a heat haze, and she leaned into Bucky’s hand, searching for any shred of comfort. An ice cold tingling spread up her arm as he pressed a heavy iron key into her palm.

“Go ahead, unlock it. It’s your house.”

She slid the key into the rusted padlock and with a menacing click it unlocked. Pushing the door open, the air filled with a loud creaking sound, Ember's eyes adjusted to the imminent darkness.

It looked like a normal basement and she was momentarily confused as to why a dusty basement could be “the best part.”

“It’s, um… it’s a basement.” She chuckled despite the prickle of heat on her skin and the sudden feeling of her blood simmering in her veins.

She could feel Bucky behind her, his hand daring to rest on her waist.

“Ready, sweetheart?”

“For what?” She breathed, why the hell is it so hot down here?

In her peripherals, Ember watched as Bucky brought his hand up, poised to snap his fingers. She squeezed her eyes shut as the sound echoed loud and clear in her ear.

"Open your eyes, Ember."

His voice sounded more like a raspy snarl that invaded her ears. She smelled smoke, almost felt it filling her lungs, and her eyes popped open. Around them was a sea of flames. Bucky was still in his crisp suit, the fire licking the icy blue color of his eyes.

In his hands, was the contract she signed upstairs. She looked down to see the floor black as night. The two of them were standing in a large pentagram with perfect lines etched into the floor in crimson paint. She smelled copper and her heart began to pound.

"What's going on?" She whispered. "Is this a trick?"

Bucky shook his head and took a step toward her. She tried to move backward, but it felt like she was pressed up against some kind of invisible wall. He reached out a hand and cupped her cheek, his skin searing hot as he ran his thumb across her cheekbone. His eyes dug into her soul.

"I've waited centuries for you."

His fingers moved to hold her chin between his thumb and forefinger and he lifted her chin ever so slightly so his eyes burned into her soul. She gulped a little, behind his piercing blue eyes there was something sinister that was calling towards her as if there was a force pulling her towards him.

“That’s… uh… an awfully long time to wait to sell a house” she whispered.

Bucky huffed out a laugh as his thumb grazed her bottom lip, causing her mouth to fall slightly open.

"You're worth it. So kind, so soft, so...human."

Ember shivered as his hand trailed down her neck, long fingers gently resting at the base of her throat. The flames flickered and his grip on her soft skin tightened as he held the papers up between them.

"And now, you're all mine."

What exactly had been in that contract?

She bit her lip, lost in his gaze, he was so handsome - did she really want to be anywhere else?

She whimpered - what was he doing to her??

Ember felt like her entire body was on fire as the heat swelled around her, but even then she was so entranced by him.

“What are you doing to me?” She managed through an almost moan.

His eyes darkened at the noise making him tilt his head to the side and making a few tsks as he slowly dragged his index finger down the column of her throat causing her to lean involuntarily into him, “Oh, Baby girl, I haven’t done anything to you, yet.”

Flames burned in his gaze as he leaned forwards, his lips following the path of his finger, leaving a blazing trail in their wake. Ember drew in a shuddering breath, her fingers twisting in the fabric of his shirt, pulling him closer, and he chuckled darkly.

“I knew it was you,” he whispered, his tongue flicking against the shell of her ear. “As soon as I saw you.”

He nipped along the edge of her jaw, the gentle scruff of his beard a counterpoint to the sharpness of his teeth.

Ember's breath hitched as his mouth inched closer to hers. It was like she was hypnotized by him. Nothing around them mattered anymore. As soon as his lips touched hers it was like a volcano exploded in her.

Their lips moved together in perfect harmony, as if they were made purely for each other. Electricity shot through her nerves as he wrapped his hands around her waist and brought her closer to him. He bit her lip softly and ran his tongue across it before pulling back from the kiss.

"I don't- What do you mean you knew it was me?" she whispered through ragged breaths.

"I've been waiting for the perfect partner to share all of this with and when you came into town it was like something came alive in me. All this time all I needed was you, Ember."

“But you don’t know—“ her words were stolen with another kiss, bruising and hungry. The heat within her burned brighter, white hot sparks with every tender brush of Bucky’s hands.

He was confusing, contradicting in the way he kissed and touched her, her mind felt dizzy with him.

“I know you, Ember.” Bucky purred through labored breaths, “I know your soul, it won’t be missed.” He laid a hand on her chest, his palm feeling like it was burning through her clothes. “And that makes you perfect for me.”

“My soul … won’t be missed, what is that supposed to mean?” She asked, she could feel her heart pounding in her chest. All along her skin she felt light sparks of electricity as if she was constantly getting small static shocks. The air around them seemed to grow heavier and more humid by the second.

Bucky groaned, throwing his head back in impatience.

"It means that when you signed yourself to this house," he murmured as his hands gripped the fabric of her skirt at her hips. "You signed yourself to me."

He pulled her forward and started to press soft kisses to her face, her jaw and down her neck as she whimpered.

"All you have to do, sweet girl, is say yes. I wanna hear you say it."

Each kiss down her neck felt like fire, igniting something deep within her.

"What - " she gasped when his lips landed on a particularly sensitive spot, just below her ear, "Mm, what happens if I say no?"

She felt his chuckle against her skin, "Your soul already belongs to me, sweetheart - You're stuck here now. Might as well give me everything else, right?"

Something at the back of her mind was screaming - but his body against hers felt so, so good. It was too late now, wasn't it?

"Yes," her response fell from her lips with another gasp as he squeezed her closer.

Bucky’s teeth nipped gently at her ear lobe, sending shockwaves straight to her center. She felt hands creep against her shoulders and gently shove her coat off. Yet, his hands were still firmly grasped at her waist.

The coat pooled around her ankles, touching the flames, and she gasped as his thumbs pushed against her hip bones.

“Whose hands were-“ he cut her off with a vicious kiss, their teeth clicking.

“It’s all in the contract, sweets,” he groaned, kissing down the length of her shoulder. “We can go through it later.”

His tongue felt razor sharp against her skin as he nipped and sucked at her collar bone. Ember let out a sultry moan in response to him as her fingers clamped around the lapels of his suit jacket. She could feel his fingertips bruising into the soft squishy flesh around her hips.

"What do you desire, Ember?" He cooed, pulling back slightly as his lips hovered over her kiss bitten ones. "Tell me what you desire and I'll burn the world down to give you it all."

“I…I want…”

She slid her hands under his jacket, slipping it off his shoulders.

“Bucky I want…you.”

She made quick work of his tie and the buttons of his shirt, relishing in the low growl he made when she scraped her nails up the plane of his chest.

Ember's head was spinning with thoughts of Bucky. That was it. It was as if everything else she had been worried about that day or throughout her life just vanished. All she could imagine was him. What his hands would do to her, how his tongue felt on her throat, the smoky smell of his cologne and how his beard felt scratching her skin.

He moved to grasp her wrists gently in his hands and took a small step backwards, "Easy there, sugar.. All in good time.." He smirked before pressing his lips to hers. "Let me show you how long I've waited for you.. Let me ravish you the way you deserve" He growled.

She felt her breath grow heavy as her head got lighter. The overwhelming lust made her feel limp, powerless. But she loved it, in fact she craved it.

“Tell me, sweetheart” he whispers as he brushes a strand of hair from in front of her hair behind her ear. “How good are you at obeying?”

Ember felt her cheeks heating up at his question but it felt like she lost her ability to speak.

"I want you to kneel, sweets. Can you do that for me ?" Bucky whispered in her ear causing a wave of goosebumps on her skin.

"Kneel?" She asked.

Bucky grinned and grasped her chin, lifting her eyes to meet his.

"I asked you how good you were at obeying me, sweets, so show me." His lips hovered just above hers. "Kneel."

His voice was commanding and low, rippling through her bones like a low burning flame. Suddenly, it was as though her body wasn't her own, but she didn't care. She dropped to her knees in front of him and licked her lips. Bucky chuckled softly as he pushed her hair back.

"Such a good girl."

Ember nuzzled into his hand, eyelashes tickling the palm of his hand. She looked up at him, his broad form towering over her as the firelight cast shadows on his sharp cheekbones and shined in his pitch black eyes.

"Your good girl, right?" she whispered breathlessly.

Without a second thought, she opened her mouth and took two of his fingers in, swirling her tongue around the tips and causing his mouth to fall open. The groan he let out shot straight between her legs and she raked her nails down the front of his pants. He slipped his fingers from her mouth as she fumbled with the belt of his pants.

She pulled his dress pants and boxer briefs down in one fell swoop, his hard cock slapping against his abs. A moan spilled from his lips as Ember grasped his impressive length at the base and spit into her other hand. He slipped his open dress shirt off his shoulders and tossed it aside, cast into the fire.

Again, it felt like she was watching herself from across the room- this newfound, confident Ember- amongst the flames and fire of the basement.

She pumped Bucky’s cock in her hand as she adjusted her knees against the concrete floor. She could feel small rocks and debris digging in to her skin, but it didn’t matter.

Bucky’s hands wove into her long hair, gently pulling her face back as she continued to stroke his cock with one hand. She looked up at him through her lashes. “My good girl, mmm- I like the sound of that,” he moaned as his hips bucked into her hand.

Ember ran her tongue along her bottom lip, her eyes never leaving his blackened ones. The flames flickered against his golden skin, casting shadows against the ridges of his abs and the sharp V that led straight to where her hands were working, doing absolutely nothing to stave off the warmth currently pooling in her panties.

"You're so big." She whispered, her eyes trailing down his body, to his cock currently weeping precum onto her hands. Ember felt him twitch every so slightly as his lips wickedly curled upwards.

"You can take it," He growled lowly, sharp teeth biting into his plump bottom lip watching as she slowly wrapped her lips around him.

She hummed as she took him farther into her mouth, keeping her eyes locked with his. A sultry moan dripped from his lips as he pushed her head gently, urging her forward to take him deeper.

"That's it sweet girl, a little more.. you can do it" He coached, brushing his fingertips lightly on her hollowed out cheeks.

Ember pulled back, and swiped her tongue through the slit gathering up the pre-cum before taking him back in her mouth.

"Mhhm. Fuck. Such a good girl." He droned, he let his head fall back in pleasure as Ember swirled her tongue around his cock, coaxing another guttural moan out of him.

She relaxed her throat and took him in further, hollowing out her cheeks as she bobbed her head. The soft graze of his nails against her scalp and his moans served as encouragement. Ember pulled slightly back, lifting her hand to grasp the base of his cock. Her mouth and hand worked in tandem to bring him to his peak.

"Shit. I'm gonna come sweetheart, just like that." he panted.

Bucky's fingers began to swim through her hair as his moans got louder, but almost sweet. Ember could feel wetness pooling between her thighs and he chuckled, gripping her hair and setting a firm pace. His cock slammed against the back of her throat and Ember could feel tears forming in her eyes.

"You look so pretty crying for me, sweet thing," he murmured as she felt him wipe a tear away with the pad of his thumb. "It makes me want to rip you apart."

She liked the sound of that.

Ember moaned loudly, her fingers finding their way between her thighs, teasing her swollen clit through her panties. Bucky drove his cock deeper down her throat and finally, she felt him come as pressed her face against his pelvis. Tears dripped down her cheeks, mixing with her mascara to form thick, dark rivers that stained her skin.

"Take all of it-- that's a good girl," he rumbled.

He slid out with a hiss, pulling her mouth open to see the evidence of him on her tongue.

"Fucking perfect," Bucky groaned and Ember felt her panties soak even further at the praise. "You ready for more, sweetheart?"

Ember stood, pulling her sweater over her head and making messy waves fall around her tear-stained face. Bucky's eyes flickered over the lacy cups of her bra and the swell of her breast, licking his lips. Her hands fell on her skirt and Bucky made a noise, stepping forward to grasp her hand.

"Leave it on," he growled before capturing her mouth with his own.

She whined into the kiss as his hand slipped under the edge of her skirt, tearing her panties away like they were nothing.

"Pretty girl," he groaned, licking her jaw slowly, one hand on her bare hip, the nails of his other dragging across her thigh till it was between her legs.

The moan that escaped her was downright sinful - there was pain where his nails had dug in, but it was good pain.

Bucky lightly ran his fingertips through her slick folds and a moan bubbled up in her throat. He removed his hand from her core before he spun her around. She gasped at the loss of contact, and immediately arched her back as she felt his thick cock against the fabric of her skirt.

He snapped his fingers and, out of nowhere, a large rock formation grew from the ground, i the middle of the pentagram. It was covered in the same red as the ominous shape.

Bucky grabbed her hips and roughly walked her forward, toward the rock. He put his large hand in the middle of Ember’s back and started to bend her over the rock. “Is this okay with you?” he sang, his voice sickly sweet. She nodded quickly, her eyes rolling back as he pushed further- her hands landing against the rough rock.

Ember's hands slipped against the crimson sticky substance that covered the formation, almost sliding forward but she felt his strong arm quickly wrap around her waist, catching her fall.

"Careful sweetheart," Bucky warned, leaning over her and pressing his chest against her back. His fingers trailed down the front of her stomach to the junction between her thighs, "I'm not done with you yet." He growled into her ear, nipping at her earlobe before pressing a soft kiss against her neck, dragging his teeth along her shoulder.

Ember whined, planting her hands firmly against the formation determined to not let herself slip again even though something in the back of her mind told her he'd catch her if she did. Bucky's fingers spread through her folds once more, his index finger rubbing slow teasingly tight circles against her clit.

"Take me," She breathed, pressing her hips into his pelvis feeling just how hard his cock had stayed.

A mix between a chuckle and growl left Bucky's throat from deep in his chest. He pulled his hand away and pressed his hip against her ass. "Don't be a bad girl Ember... You'll get what you want if you listen"

"Bucky please.." She whimpered, turning her head to look back at him with a small pout.

Bucky smirked, and leaned forward, taking some of the red substance from the rock and swiping it across her bottom lip. "My pretty girl.. " He whispered, before bringing his hand back down between her thighs and shoving a long finger into her, pulling a gasp from her lips.

Ember felt like her head was spinning with pleasure. All she wanted was him. And he was depriving her of that. It wasn't fair.

"Just. Fuck. Me" Ember growled back.

Bucky's tongue swiped his bottom lip as a toothy grin appeared on his lips, "There she is..."

He slid his finger from inside her and turned her around slowly to face him, pushing her back against the rock. Her knees nearly gave out when she was met with the sight of Bucky licking her slick off his finger. His other hand found her thigh and he swung her leg across his hip, the tip of his cock teasing her entrance.

"Bucky, please." she whispered.

"I'm getting there sweetheart, I just need one more thing from you, ok?" he purred as his hands worked the clasp of her bra, slipping it down her arms and throwing it into the flames. "See I need, just a couple of drops of well, you, to finally bind us for eternity."

Ember smiled at him, he doesn't need anything else to have her for eternity, she's his. "I'll give you anything."

"Mmm, as I you." he hummed. She watched the cerulean of his eyes be completely eclipsed, as his nails turned into claws. She felt no fear as he looked deep into her eyes, he was absolutely breathtaking. Bucky dragged his nail down her chest and she felt a sharp sting as he broke skin and blood began dripping down her chest. He swiped a finger through the red stream, collecting some of her blood as his tongue slipped between his plump lips. As he extended his hand to the side, letting the drops of blood fall to the pentagram below them, he dipped his head and dragged his tongue along the cut lapping up her blood. Ember let out a guttural moan at his action as the flames around them grew taller.

"Oh my God!" Ember gasped.

Bucky pulled back, his eyes black as night. She could see her terrified reflection staring back at her within them. It felt like looking into an abyss. A black, forked tongue darted out from between his lips as he shook his head slowly, her blood staining his lips. Small dark veins appeared on the skin around his eyes, pulsing like lightning strikes.

"No God," he whispered.

The flames grew taller and he smiled at her, dragging a claw across the open cavernous wound on her skin. She hissed in pain and he smiled, but Ember could still feel her cunt pulsing and aching for him as he pushed a claw into the edge of the wound and formed a "J", as though he were using a paintbrush.

"What are you doing?" She groaned.

"Signing my half of the contract."

Her skin split like butter underneath a hot knife and more blood began to stream down her chest. All she smelled was copper and sulfur, all she wanted was for him to consume her completely. Bucky caught it with his tongue and groaned, his claw forming the letter "B", followed by another.

Ember's breath came out in shaky pants and Bucky's inky black eyes locked onto hers. He dragged his knife-like claw across his chest as he viciously thrust into her. Pain coursed through her body and her back arched like a bow. Her scream was eaten by the flames that surrounded them as his blood began to mix with hers.

"Oh, darlin', that is such a sweet sound," he groaned with a toothy grin, drops of her blood staining his sharp features.

His hips snapped into her relentlessly and she dug her nails into the taut muscles of his back, trying desperately to hold on. It feels like he's fucking in her chest, stealing her breath with every slam.

"Bucky," Ember whimpered. "It's too much..."

His lips brushed her sweaty temples, inhaling blood and something sweet as he fucked her deeper.

"You can take it, Ember. I know you can."

Maybe it was the praise, maybe he did something else - but the pleasure was starting to override the pain.

Everything else was nothing now - there was only Bucky, his low grunts, the way he was biting on his plump lower lip - and oh, hell - the way he was looking at her.

She knew she was getting close to her breaking point, but she didn't want it to stop now.

"Bucky!" She cried out, "Keep going - just like that!"

His head dropped to the base of her neck, "Ember!"

She could feel this prickling of his forked tongue trailing down the column of her neck, teeth bared and snarls escaping his lips as their eyes met, for a moment the black in his flickered to the ocean blue she'd come to know. Her chest stung and felt tight from the heat and pleasure building within her.

"I am yours," He growled, pressing crimson stained lips to her own in a wet slick kiss. Bucky's hips snapped relentlessly, her back undoubtedly getting thrashed from the rough edges of the rock, "As you are mine."

Ember's hands found his chest, digging her own nails into his skin causing tiny crescent moons to form on his chest. Bucky hissed, his eyes darkening as small trickles of dark blood, darker than her own, trailed down his chest.

"Mine." She groaned as the tip of his cock began hitting that spot inside of her that made her euphoric.

The fire in her belly grew as the flames did around them. Pain and pleasure mixing together as Bucky slammed into her. Ember could feel herself clenching and fluttering around him getting closer and closer to her edge. She couldn't remember the last time a man had made her feel like this. In fact she couldn't remember anything. And Bucky was no man.

"Come on baby girl.." He grunted, his fingers digging into her skin. "You can hold on a bit longer.." He smirked into her skin.

Tears pooled in her eyes as she shook her head, letting out a raspy moan, "No.. Bucky please.. I'm gonna.."

She felt his thumb wipe a tear from her cheek, "Don't you dare... A little longer sweet thing.. you can do it" He whispered, capturing her lips once more.

Ember dragged her nails down his back. The chorus of their moans and groans lost between their lips as he clapped his hips relentlessly against hers. He grasped his chin with her hand breaking away from the kiss, to lick away her tears. Her eyes were slammed shut as she tried her hardest to hold off her climax.

"Look at me, Ember." his raspy voice, making her cunt flutter once more. He grinned as her eyes fluttered open.

"Let go." he whispered against her lips.

His black eyes sunk into her like the claws that had pierced her skin not moments ago. The sensation running through her was electric, warmth spreading through her belly. Pleasure and pain were swirling in her body and she felt her chin tremble.

"I'm afraid," she whimpered.

Bucky's mouth dropped open and he drove himself into her with a brutal thrust that caused her to cry out. His hand cupped her cheek and she could feel sharp claws grazing lovingly against her skin. His lips hovered over hers.

"I've got you, mon amour." She sobbed and he licked away another tear that trickled down her face, smiling at her with hollow, shark-like eyes. Somehow, she found warmth in them as he nuzzled his nose against hers.

"You're okay."

Her eyes rolled back and his mouth eclipsed hers as a blinding climax began to consume her like the flames that surrounded them. She had to break the kiss to scream as Bucky bit into her shoulder, leaving a blackened mark on her skin as he fucked her through her climax.

The all-consuming pleasure still hadn't subsided when Bucky's own movements started to become erratic.

"Close, sweets - so close," he panted.

For a moment, as his pleasure peaked and he lost control, Ember got a glimpse of his true form - skin grey, red veins spreading out from his black eyes.

It was the horns that really stood out though, and Ember reached up to touch one as her vision cleared.

That seemed to trigger what he had been chasing, a drawn out whine escaped him as her fingers dragged along the rough horns.

"Give into me," She begged as Bucky's hips continued to brutally snap against her own spilling into her. His head fell back with a guttural growl and a haze of black smoke began emanating off of him. He was dark and as her eyes grazed over his form, she should have been scared, but instead was filled with adoration.

Ember's fingers trailed down his hairline and along his jaw before running her thumb along his blood stained bottom lip admiring the noises he was making, her own moans still filling the room as he pushed her to the edge of another tiny bursting orgasm. Dark eyes locked with hers again and she knew he had her. Her body trembled against his own, their bodies slick with sweat and blood and all she wanted was more of him.

"So perfect," he panted, hips slowing down their erratic pace as exhaustion began washing over her overstimulated body. Bucky peppered her jaw and neck with kisses, every so often licking the still drying blood from her body before soothing the gashes with his tongue.

"Mmm.." Ember hummed, as her arms moved up to drape around Bucky's shoulders. Her mind felt clearer then ever, and she could see her entire life here with him. All the worries, and terror of not being able to think of anything else had been washed away. "What now..?" She whispered, sleepily.

Swooping down, Bucky hooked an arm under her legs, and hoisted her up into him as he shushed her. He carried her up the stairs and made his way back up to the second floor master bathroom. Ember took note on how the basement door swung shut and the click of the padlock all happened behind him. He placed her on the white marble countertop and moved swiftly to start the bath, steam emanating from the tap. As the clawfoot tub began to fill, he moved back over to Ember, picking her back up and facing her towards the mirror.

"I told you my love... I'm going to take care of you" He whispered, moving her dark hair off her shoulder so she could watch her body heal. The "JB" above her heart now looking more like a faint scar than an open cut. "You are mine"

"I am yours" She repeated, feeling him place a light kiss on her shoulder.

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buckymorelikefuckme · 8 months

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there's this one story i've had in a doc for like... two years? maybe three? idk i'd have to check but anyway!

it started out as a fic. and then when i decided i wanted to try my hand at becoming an author, i chose to use the idea for a book. but now, i'm very seriously considering making it back into a fic again, bc i love this story so much, but i just don't know that i can do it justice as a full-length book.

and the thing is, down the line, i still could make it into a book if i ever feel like it. i'm just so torn ugh...

should i switch it back to fic? yes or no ??

#the tags will be very telling #pay attention #avengers fic #marvel fic #bucky barnes x reader #steve rogers x reader #bucky barnes x steve rogers x reader #demon bucky barnes #angel steve rogers #stevebucky x reader #ok pls let me know ur thots and onions bye

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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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Chapters: 1/6 Fandom: Marvel Cinematic Universe, Iron Man (Movies), Captain America (Movies), The Avengers (Marvel Movies) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: James "Bucky" Barnes/Clint Barton/Tony Stark Characters: Tony Stark, James "Bucky" Barnes, Clint Barton, Tiberius Stone, Steve Rogers, Natasha Romanov (Marvel), Peggy Carter Additional Tags: Demon Summoning, Witches, Contracts, Lawyers, Tony Stark Needs a Hug, Demon Bucky Barnes, Demon Clint Barton, Demon Natasha Romanov, Angel Steve Rogers, Angel Peggy Carter, Witch Tony Stark, Protective Maria Stark Summary:

Things go from bad to worse when Tony Stark accidentally summons a demon while trying to cook his mother's osso bucco for Ty to woo him back.

Bucky and Clint are just demons working for the weekend. Only they're in Hell and there aren't any weekends. But, if they collect enough souls and fulfill enough contracts, they'll be able to pass the business on to two pairs of lost souls to do their work for them. (Yes, the soul collection business is a multi-level marketing scheme. Remember, this is Hell.)

What happens when these two worlds collide?

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Worked on this with the fantabulous @polizwrites! 😀😀 I’m so excited to finally start being able to share this with everyone! 😈😈😈

#accidental demon summoning #oops #tony stark #winterironhawk #demon bucky barnes

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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)

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jobean12-blog · 9 months

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Dark Desires

Pairing: Demon!Bucky Barnes x reader (Demon AU)

Word Count: 700

Summary: Now that he's finally found you he's never letting you go.

Author's Note: Another one for @pupandkisasaesthetics Aesthetic's challenge! Thank you bunches to beauties @sgt-seabass and @rookthorne for hosting such an awesome challenge!💕 And thank you bunches to my beautiful Ali @flordeamatista for reading this over and supporting me always!💕 Thank you all so much for reading! Much love always! ❤️❤️❤️Divider by the lovely @firefly-graphics thank you Daisy! 🥰The moodboard is by me and the photo prompt I was given is the very top picture. I've also included it on its own at the bottom so you can get a good look!

Warnings: some angst and tension but he's soft (maybe soft!d-a-r-kish if you squint) and definitely s-e-x-y.

In the deep, dark of the woods, where the moon’s pale light struggles to pierce through the dense canopy of trees, there is a thick silence other than the rapid thumping of your heart and the rush of blood in your ears.

Your feet catch on fallen twigs and branches, your skin scraped and torn but you don’t stop running.

Unseen eyes watch from the shadows, a presence so powerful you can feel it in your bones.

You’re being hunted.

Instinct fuels your escape but it’s futile as the forest seems to shift around you, pathways twisting and turning in a disorienting dance.

As you stumble over the ground and fall to your knees you suck in a deep breath, the whisper of wind carrying strange murmurs in a language you don’t understand.

Suddenly, you feel a cool breath at your neck, your hairs standing on end and goosebumps shivering along your skin.

You turn with wide, fear filled eyes but there’s nothing but the darkness of the woods pressing ever closer.

You stand on shaky legs and step carefully toward a large tree, pressing your back to the thick bark and searching for the source of the palpable force.

A tall and broad figure emerges from the shadows, it’s silhouette only something you’ve seen in books and as it moves closer, steps measured and deliberate, you can start to see the outline of huge wings.

You squeeze your eyes shut and will the image away, digging your fingertips into the tree.

The voice, when it speaks, is a whisper against the shell of your ear, powerful in it’s seduction and dangerous in it’s temptation.

A slow and deeply satisfied smile frames sharp teeth and his breath quickens when he inhales at the soft skin of your neck.

“Look at you,” he murmurs. “My perfect Angel.”

Your eyes are still closed tightly as a single tear rolls down your cheek. He lifts his thumb to tenderly brush it away.

“Open your eyes,” he says softly.

Unable to resist you do as he says.

“There,” he says, holding his saccharine smile. “Was that so hard.”

Your lips tremble as you try to find the words to speak. His thumb, still pressed to your skin, moves lower, tracing the outline of your mouth until he lightly presses against it, parting your lips.

“Don’t be afraid,” he coos, spreading expansive wings the color of twilight until you’re surrounded only by his presence. “I’m not going to hurt you.”

He tilts his head invitingly and holds your gaze, the horns that crown his head, twisting upward with artistic grace, glinting in the moonlight.

Your lips part further as something moves behind him, long and sinewy but before you can decipher what it is it disappears from sight.

“Wh…who are you?” you manage to ask as you finally let your eyes wander over the rest of his features.

He inches closer, his nearness creating a complex blend of emotions and sensations, blurring the lines between fear and desire in a way you could never have imagined.

His blue eyes are mesmerizing, their intensity both powerful and imposing but yet softened by an unyielding desire. Long but strong fingers continue to ghost over your face, his touch igniting a fire under your skin that spreads through your veins.

“James. You can call me James.”

You gasp out his name when you feel something slide along your calf. It’s touch is gentle despite the power you feel and as it explores the contours of your skin with reverent curiosity you become aware of what it is.

Each caress of his tail leaves a lingering trace of tingling sensations, awakening a trail of longing that seems to coil around your very being. He slides it between your breasts, lightly tracing the curve of your neck before he loosely wraps it around the delicate column.

“What are you going to do to me?” you ask, your voice barely above a whisper.

His dark hairs falls forward, brushing your cheek as his soft lips caress your ear and his voice, like velvet, whispers promises that sink deep into the recesses of your desires.

“Everything Angel. Everything you’ve ever dreamed of.”

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gaysindistress · 6 months

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The many faces of Bucky Barnes - Slow dancing

Demon!bucky x human!reader

This is mood board 5/5 I created based on Ari Abdul’s new EP, CCTV.

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

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buckyscombatboots · 2 years

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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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thatmexisaurusrex · 2 years

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Samtember Day 13: Dream/Nightmare

I decided to make some art and use Shuffles make a little edit with it instead of a fic today for @samtember2022. The quote is from A Midsummer Night's Dream. I hope y'all like it! 🥰

#samtember2022 #sambucky #sam wilson #bucky barnes #sambucky art #sambucky edit #winged sam wilson #demon bucky barnes #just a little thing I made #idk enjoy haha #dream #nightmare #my art

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wastingmylifesecondatatime · 4 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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ddaz3d-and-cc0nfused · 2 years

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𝕶𝖎𝖓𝖐𝖙𝖔𝖇𝖊𝖗 𝕸𝖆𝖘𝖙𝖊𝖗𝖑𝖎𝖘𝖙

⋆ Happy Halloween everybody! you know what that means... It's kinktober time! So, gather around my blog as I post daily updates of a new kink with your favorite characters!

Day 1: Daryl Dixon — Rough Sex

Day 2: Steve Rogers — Captain Kink

Day 3: Dean Winchester — Submission

Day 4: Castiel — Corruption

Day 5: Daryl Dixon — Hair Pulling

Day 6: Spencer Reid — Hand Kink

Day 7: Aaron Hotchner — Uniform Kink

Day 8: Emily Prentiss — Teasing

Day 9: Rick & Daryl — Threesome

Day 10: Spencer Reid — Size Kink

Day 11: Maggie Greene — Brat Taming

Day 12: Daryl Dixon — Shotgunning

Day 13: Michonne Hawthorne — Body Worship

Day 14: Bucky Barnes — Overstimulation

Day 15: Dean Winchester — Blood Play

Day 16: Sam Winchester — Throat Fucking

Day 17: Rick Grimes — Sir Kink

Day 18: Daryl Dixon — Sweat Kink

Day 19: Dean Winchester — Food Play

Day 20: Spencer Reid — Strangers

Day 21: Glenn Rhee — Handjob

Day 22: Bucky Barnes — Choking

Day 23: Dean Winchester — Somnophilia

Day 24: Priest!Sam Winchester — Blasphemy

Day 25: Micheal!Dean Winchester — Knife Kink

Day 26: Spencer Reid — Handcuffs

Day 27: Aaron Hotchner — Spanking

Day 28: Penelope Garcia — Aftercare

Day 29: Demon!Dean Winchester — Biting

Day 30: Natasha Romanoff — Femdom

Day 31: Thor Odinson — Dumbification

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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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So close, yet so far away

Pairings: Hades!Bucky X fem!reader

Warnings: mentions of creepy men, slight angst, Bucky being a hot menace

word count: 977

Summary: You get an unannounced visitor, turns out, he's the one you've been waiting for.

Outside was gloomy, dim and miserable as you walked on your way; the long shift that you'd just had was unbearably slow. It was hell, to say the least. Being a waitress at a bar was just so fun. Having the pervy old men hit on you or stare at you, the rude ones who just get under your skin—of course there are a few good things, like the regulars who are sweethearts, but god, it’s mostly hell in that place.

You looked up at the sky and dramatically sighed as you saw the dark clouds looming above, the small splash of rain hitting your forehead as your pace got faster as you raced to get home. Unfortunately, you didn’t race fast enough as it began pouring down as you were a few minutes from your apartment.

Your hair stuck to your forehead as you swung the jacket over your head to at least save yourself: it soaked through almost immediately.

As you saw your apartment complex in sight, you noticed the lights looming behind the curtains of your apartment. Someone was in there. Shit. Were you getting robbed? Someone waiting for you? Fuck, fuck.

You sucked up a breath of the damp air and walked into the apartment complex, quickly rushing up the eerie, quiet staircase. The sound of your wet footsteps only filled the void of silence.

You scurried to your door, shakily got your key out of your pocket, and tried as quietly as you could to unlock the door; unfortunately, it was too loud, and you heard shuffling from the inside, "Shit.” You thought to yourself as you still unlocked the door and reluctantly opened it.

No one was there.

Until you looked down at the ominous shadow projecting on the floor. Your heart raced, hearing it in your ears. You tried to control your breathing as you stepped into the complex, leaving the door open just in case.

“No need to be afraid, Angel.”

You’d recognise that voice from anywhere. You sighed in relief as the shadow finally appeared in front of you with a wide, toothy grin.

“Bucky! What did I say about scaring me like that!” You yelled, stopping yourself from giggling.

He stepped towards you, the grin still plastered on his face, his shoes clicking with every step he made. You couldn’t help but let your eyes wander over him: his hair was tied up in a bun while a few strands hung loose across his forehead, his black tie was loosened up around his neck with a few buttons from his black dress shirt undone, revealing a necklace chain, his dark red velvet waistcoat hugged every curve and dip of his torso, his sleeves rolled up to his elbows, and his hands were decorated with beautiful, elegant rings. All the while, his clothes looked like they were hanging on for dear life considering his build, his muscles bulging from his shirt, and his dress pants clinging to his long legs.

You snapped out of your trance as you found him staring down at you, towering over you. He was so tall. You’ve always noticed, but nothing like this. Demons are nothing like humans: the only thing similar is that when they come out of hell for whatever reason, they look human, just so very, very tall and so, so hot.

“You’re staring, angel.” He chuckled, cupping your face between his large hands, not caring how wet your face and body were. He leaned down and pressed a soft kiss to your lips. Oh, have you missed this. Him. You missed him so much, the taste of tobacco and whiskey on his tongue. He’s been gone for weeks and he’s finally here.

He pulled away and locked eyes with you, staring into his steel eyes. You stayed for a while like that, holding each other, feeling so safe. Having a demon who is also the king of hell, the devil if you will, as your boyfriend is always a shocker.

“I missed you so much Bucky, too much.” You whisper, breaking the silence between you two.

“I missed you too, angel. I hate being away from you for so long and I'm sorry. I can never give you a warning when I'll be back but it’s always a nice surprise.” He chuckled, trying to break the gloom.

It succeeded, obviously, causing you to chuckle at the attempt.

"Alright, angel,” he began before sweeping you off your feet and carrying you to your shared bedroom. “I’m going to get you nice and comfortable. We can cuddle and lay in bed while we watch whatever you want to watch and we’ll see where the night leads us.” He winked at you with a look in his eye.

“Sounds amazing, Buck.” You smiled as he walked into the room, sat you down on the bed and clicked his fingers. The light turned on as he walked to your shared closet, pulling out a shirt of his and walking back over.

You nod before he can even ask; he always asks if he can undress you and it makes your heart melt. Yes, he’s the devil, Hades, Satan, or whatever you call him. But to you, he’s Bucky, and he is the most generous, sweetest and most caring man you’ve ever met. He’s a gentleman and you love it.

He stripped you of your wet clothes and slid the shirt on you. Obviously, it was humongous on you: he was 6’9 after all and he was pretty built up too.

He hummed to himself, his eyes lingering over you with a smile. “Gorgeous, my gorgeous angel.” He murmured before grabbing your phone from your jacket.

“What do you want, angel?”

#bucky barnes #bucky barnes fanfiction #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes x yn #bucky barnes x you #bucky barnes x fem!reader #bucky barnes x black!reader #bucky barnes x curvy!reader #bucky barnes one shot #bucky barnes imagine #sebastian stan imagine #x reader #sebastian stan #hades!Bucky #demon!bucky #demon!bucky x reader

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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.

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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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