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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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tharros-auris-black-asimi · 2 years

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Crime of passion (Chapter 2)

Pairing: Incubus Bucky Barnes x Female Reader

Summary: It's a normal day in the life of the incubus Bucky Barnes and his girlfriend— you.

... Or is it?

Chapter Warnings: Smut, kinda sexual roleplay, Bucky's tail being used as restraints, breaking and entering, a fight, and blood

Additional Notes: Ugh, this chapter was a bitch to write. But, I finally finished it! I'm currently in throes of looking over chapter three because chapter three was a frigging beast. So, chapter three will be coming a little bit soon!

Likewise, if you'd like to read chapter two on my AO3 and show it some love over there, you can read it here.

Word Count: 3960

Somewhere around nighttime, you and Bucky had moved from the living room to the bedroom.

Bucky’s bedroom, to be more specific. Bucky had told you that he didn’t want to sleep without you anymore. That he wasn’t comfortable sleeping in the same bed without you.

So you had moved into his bedroom permanently. It was where you were now, laying down next to your outrageously too attractive for his own good demon boyfriend. Who had a protective pair of wings wrapped around you. His tail even poked you in your hip, making you squeak in surprise and alarm.

“Sasha!” you exclaimed.

“What? I don’t control my tail.” He didn’t sound sorry in the slightest.

Cocky jerk.

“Sure you don’t,” was your sarcastic comeback. Bucky’s tail swished like it was trying to laugh, which you did not appreciate. You swatted at his tail, grumbling under your breath about stupid demons and their mischievous tails.

This didn’t quell Bucky from laughing at you. Not one bit.

Still, your boyfriend looked amused.

You just swatted at his tail again. This time, you actually swatted it. His tail just whipped back at you, making you gasp in offense.

“He didn’t like that,” Bucky had to agree with his tail. You were still giving him the ugliest look you could muster right at this very moment.

“Traitor.” Was the only word you hissed.

He just snickered in response.

You weren’t buying it.

Even as Bucky started to plant kisses on your neck, trailing down.

Giggles, uncontrollable giggles came out of your mouth as you squealed in surprise.

“Bucky!” You squealed.

“My tail didn’t mean it, doll.” he offered you the biggest puppy eyes he could muster as he continued to press kisses down your body, peeling your pajama top off of you. Tossing it somewhere on the floor.

Followed by him tugging down your pajama pants, pushing and pulling the soft cotton material down to your ankles. Before taking them off of you completely, tossing them to the floor too.

That only left you in your panties.

Bucky’s teasing, cheerful expression in his eyes turned into something dark. You saw the ring of his eyes turning a deep blood red.

“Have I ever told you how pretty you are, pretty girl?”

His voice was husky and deep, and the corners of his lips began to curl up into a cocky smirk when he saw your thighs tremble.

“N-No,” was the only word you breathed out. Answering him in Russian. Your breath trembled.

“No?”

He cocked his side to the head, pretending to ponder your answer.

“Mhmmmm…” he hummed under his breath, his fingertips dancing on the lace pattern of your underwear, completely razor-focused on his mission.

Said mission?

Fuck you until you screamed.

And Bucky was nothing but a determined soldier. He would see his plan carried out until the end.

One of his fingers sank into the soft material, brushing over your pubic hair. As his finger continued to go deeper, you let out a shuddering gasp. Your body trembled underneath him.

“Barely even touched you and you’re already so responsive…”

You let out a gasp when his finger slid into you. Bucky slipped his finger up inside of the inner lips of your vagina, pushing up until his finger brushed over your clit.

Biting back a whimper, your lips trembled when Bucky grinned.

“There it is…” you were looking up at the brunet-haired demon, seeing his tail swish back and forth in glee. Pushing up past your clit and into your slit, Bucky’s finger was coated in the transparent, sticky substance.

Your arousal coating his finger, Bucky made a pleased noise.

But alas, it wasn’t enough.

"You're wet enough, but you're not loose enough to take all of me yet. I think we're gonna need to stretch you out,” came Bucky’s sly remark.

It was enough for you to splutter.

“W-What? No… no… no… I’m… I can take it, sir,” you insisted, answering quicker than you might’ve. Like, ever. For the first time in your life.

You probably even stuttered too.

“Oh?”

Bucky had changed to English. He even cocked his head to the side again, only this time, it looked more like he was mocking you.

“My little human thinks she can take all of me, hmm?” he mused, slipping another finger inside of you.

You gasped.

You cried out.

Bucky only watched from above as his second finger slid past your clit and slit, joining his first. When he twitched his fingers around, a wet sucking noise was heard.

“You’re far too tight, flower.”

Another finger was pushed in.

Your thighs trembled and started to heave upward.

Smack.

“I don’t think I’m gonna fit in here…” he stated in a sing-songy voice, clearly relishing in your torture.

“No,” you whined. The pitch of your voice even got higher.

“No. I can take it. Please, sir.” You were begging now.

You had said please.

Please!

Bucky couldn’t be more proud of you.

“What a needy little human I have,” remarked Bucky with a soft sigh. He even tsked at you, which made you whine again.

His tail, however, did not appreciate your tone.

No, it did not.

In retaliation to your growing attitude, his tail wrapped itself around your wrists, effectively pinning your hands up. Leaving you rendered to nothing. You could not escape your new bonds.

“S-Sir!” tumbled out of you in a cry.

You were scandalized!

You were mortified!

Appealed, even!

“Hmm?”

Bucky was interested now.

Sure, he was just playing along with you.

But now, now that he was teasing you, your arousal was dripping. Trickling down his fingers and onto his palm. He could feel his hand beginning to get soaked with the evidence that you desired him. Wanted him in that way.

And oh, did his dick agree.

His dick was in complete and utter agreement. One-hundred percent.

His erection was growing painfully hard in his jeans. As your gaze drifted lower from his face and down, you saw it.

“Please sir,” you were pleading with him again. Desire was evident in your eyes as you gazed up at him with the most faux innocent eyes you could muster.

Hell, even your legs were opening up for him. It granted him more access as his three fingers curled inside of you, They curled and clenched tight.

Your legs were opening up for him beautifully, and Bucky was finding it harder to deny you.

But you felt so tight. And he was big. Overwhelmingly big.

You were begging him so prettily though.

How could he say no?

How could he deny you?

He couldn’t.

Not when you were looking at him like that.

With the knowledge that your hands weren’t going anywhere, as your gaze averted to where his hands were headed, well, little ole you couldn’t help but be curious.

… and then your eyes widened in excitement when you realized what he was doing. Your breath quickened as your lips parted. In the heat of the moment, your tongue darted out so you could lick your lips.

"Getting wet and spreading your legs out like a filthy slut. That's all you are. A pretty little cumslut that I can use.” Bucky mocked you from above, pulling his three fingers out of you. Your arousal was thick and slippery on his fingers.

You whimpered at the loss.

More so, you whimpered from his degrading words.

Bucky heard the gushing of your arousal leak down. He watched with rapt, greedy eyes as it trickled down your thighs. Showing and proving to him that you were indeed ready for the monstrous organ he called his penis.

Really, as he unzipped his jeans. His penis was truly a work of art in your eyes.

And as he pulled only his dick out, you observed it. You studied it.

How could you not?

Bucky was big. For lack of a better word. His length was long and his girth was thick. A trimmed, but small bush of pubic hair rested at the root of his cock. You knew if you even tried to attempt to wrap your hand around the base of him, you probably wouldn’t be able to. It simply wouldn’t fit.

And down to the mushroom head, when Bucky pushed back the foreskin, you secretly wondered if it had been his mom’s idea to not get him circumcised.

Maybe you’d ask Winifred Barnes that the next time you saw her.

“See this?” said Bucky.

You gave him a nod.

“Words. I need words.” He snapped at you.

You couldn’t help but feel that excitement erupted in your belly.

“Yes. Yes. I see it, Sir.” You spoke quickly. You were surprised that your words didn’t slur together by how quick you spoke.

“This is all yours.”

Oh, how his words made you feel warm! So warm! So loved! You would have cried and kissed him right then and there. Hell, you probably would have asked to marry him right there on the spot.

“All mine, Sir?” You asked him innocently.

Bucky gave you a nod.

“Yes.”

Then, he moved.

He positioned himself at the opening of your vagina, swirling the blunt head of his penis inside of your vaginal lips, coating the head with your thick arousal.

He pushed in suddenly.

All the way in.

it made you cry out.

Indeed, you were tight.

You were so tight around him.

He knew that he should have stretched you out, and made you feel comfortable enough to take him.

But you had begged so sweetly. So politely. Like the good girl that you were.

How could he have not honored that?

He simply could not have resisted. The temptation was too much.

Bucky wasted no time, pulling out of you, leaving just enough that the tip of his cock was still inside of you before he slammed himself right back in.

Picking up a steady pace, Bucky plummeted his monster of a penis inside of you.

Again and again.

Smack. Smack. Smack.

His balls slapped against your clit with every thrust.

Every thrust made you cry out. Little noises of pleasure. Muttered repeated echoes of his name turned into chants.

They sounded like prayers to Bucky.

Your first orgasm rushed through you, causing your thighs to shake. You cried out his name as Bucky let out a frustrated growl at the feeling of your vaginal walls clenching around his cock.

It was bliss.

It felt like Heaven.

For a moment there, Bucky could taste Heaven. He could feel himself at the pearly white gates.

Still, he persisted.

He continued to ram his cock into you, again and again. Even as you rode out your orgasm with him.

Clumps of his ejaculate and your arousal smeared and cascaded down your inner thighs.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck,” you whimpered as your second orgasm of the night hit you. Bright lights danced in your vision as Bucky’s grunts echoed in your ear as he gasped in your ear. Gasped. Trembled.

“I’m gonna come,” he bit down the whimper that was daring to escape his throat. “Just… tell me the words, doll. Tell me the words. Tell me the words and I’ll come in you.”

“All the way in me, Sasha?” You whispered.

“All the way in you,” he confirmed.

“Come. Come right now.”

That had been it.

The thing that had broken the camel’s back.

Swearing profanities in Russian so loudly that even the neighbors probably could have heard it, Bucky came.

He came so hard than he had ever come in his life.

Never ever had he come so much.

Spilling all he could inside of you, a deep moaning noise erupted from your throat when he filled you up.

Deep heaving breaths came from Bucky as he tried to catch his breath.

His tail released your hands from its hold. Your arms fell back to your side, flopping around a little bit like a fish on land for a few seconds.

Gathering his wits, Bucky looked down at you.

You.

His girl.

“Was that good?” He quietly asked you as he moved to lay himself beside you. Still deeply in you. Having not pulled out yet.

“Never could have been better, Buck.” You smiled at him.

The very next day, on the way home to your apartment...

Everything went to hell for you when you came home from work.

Bucky had been a little busy with a meeting with Tony. However, he promised you that he would be home soon and that tonight would be a good night. He promised you cuddles, Netflix, lots of ice cream, and sex.

All good things in your opinion.

All good, great things.

Although, as you walked home that evening, you couldn’t help but feel an odd twist in your stomach.

A bad feeling.

It rolled around you like tiny marbles in a glass jar.

When you had been working with Yelena at the club, you had thought that it would be a normal shift. A normal workday.

And it had.

You had been walked to work by Bucky, whom you had promised that when you would get home, you would text him. Then, you walked into the strip club so that you could get dressed in the dressing room. Greeting Yelena as usual, you indulged in a conversation with your bestie, who asked for all the tea.

“Sasha and I are doing okay,” you had remembered telling her. “And yes— the sex is just fine.” The blond naga had sent you quite a scandalous look, even winking teasingly at you.

“I can tell!” piped up Yelena. “I can see it. You look very satisfied.”

“I am very satisfied,” you acknowledged cockily as all Yelena did was cackle.

The rest of the night had flown by quickly for you. Like a blur. Before you knew it, you had changed back to your tank top and sweatpants and you were walking down the familiar streets that led you to your apartment complex.

As you jogged up the stairs to the fifth floor, you still couldn’t help but not be able to shake away that deep gut feeling inside of you.

Something was going to go terribly wrong.

Something was going to go badly wrong.

Something was going to go wrong, and your deepest darkest fear was about to come true.

Pulling out your apartment keys from your back pocket, you unlocked the front door, pushing it open and stepping inside as you made sure to quickly lock the door behind you. Tossing your apartment keys into the ceramic plate that was on the little table near the door, you hung your purse on the little wooden rack that was hammered into the wall.

Fishing out your phone, you quickly shot Bucky a text that you got home safe and sound. Then, you slipped it into your back pocket.

Finding the apartment deathly quiet wasn’t all that unusual for you. Usually, when only of you would get home first, it would be quiet. All the lights would be turned off, and everything would be as silent as well— silence.

Walking over to the living room, you had just reached the side of the couch.

Something hard smacked into the back of your head.

Bright vibrant colors exploded behind your eyes.

A ringing noise rang in your ears as you let out a cry of surprise.

The hit had been enough to cause you to tumble onto the floor, face first. You desperately took in deep breaths, crawling away as fast as you could. As far away from your attacker as possible.

Even though it was pitch black and you couldn’t see shit, you knew exactly who had trespassed into your little home with Bucky.

Your ex.

The douche canoe had broken into your house.

A deep curdling, almost cold feeling that made your stomach feel like pure ice-cold water was being injected into you suddenly bubbled up to the surface.

He had broken into your house.

He had found where you lived.

He knew where you lived.

He had stalked you.

He had found you.

However, it had struck you as odd that you weren’t hearing him do anything.

You let out a cough as you desperately tried to claw your way up the hall, on all fours.

And then, out of thin air— he grabbed you.

He grabbed you by your ankles, dragging you back towards him.

You let out an agonizing scream, not wanting to be dragged away. But, even though your already chipped nails had begun to scratch at the hardwood floors beneath you, it could only do so much that you had started to be dragged back toward him. Because your perpetrator was stronger than you.

Through this thick haze, you thought that you could hear Bucky’s voice echoing in your head.

“Just what the hell are you letting him do to you, doll?” Bucky’s voice snapped inside of you.

“You gotta come back to me, sweet girl. C’mon kitten, where’s that strong girl I know and love, huh? You’re gonna let him drag you away like this?” Bucky’s voice continued to speak in your mind.

A moment of clarity overcame you.

It was as if the fog had lifted. The clouds had parted, and the sun had peeked through the skies, making everything better again. Like a rainbow after a storm.

You couldn’t allow him to drag you away.

You would not be treated like the others.

He would not violate your body.

He would not be able to force you to marry him.

You would not allow yourself to be kidnapped by him.

You would not.

You. Would. Not.

Whipping your head around to face him, one of your feet managed to reach up to kick him right in the knees.

Hearing him let out a shout of pain, you used this newfound distraction to get up to your feet as quickly as you could, the only thought that rang through your head was; that you needed to get down the hallway now.

Your feet smack smack smacked against the hardwood floors, which was probably a mistake.

Another big mistake was your head.

Your head had begun to hurt as a result of the hit on the back of your head, and you had held your head in your hands as you stumbled down the hall.

You had been too slow.

You had not been quick enough.

You had not moved fast enough.

Cause just then, you heard him get back up. You heard him coming for you.

In the throes of the moment, you felt an odd feeling of adrenaline kicking in. your fight or flight reflex had kicked its way in, and right now— the feeling was fight.

Your fingernails clawed and scratched at his face when he tackled you down. You scratched anywhere that you possibly could, his skin getting under your nails. Skin and a warm, gushy liquid that you figured out was blood got underneath your chipped nails. And that was before one of your fingers had sunk their way into his eye socket.

Which eye, you didn’t know.

All you really knew was that you had managed to do it. You had gotten one of your fingernails in his eye.

So you did what you did best.

You scratched at his eye socket as hard as you could.

Above you, your ex bellowed loudly in pain, and it got even louder when you kicked him. In the pitch darkness, you couldn’t quite feel where you had kicked him, but it had been good enough to get him off of you. Kicking and shoving him off of you as fast as you could.

With all the remaining strength you had, you mustered up the courage to get back up again. Even though you were in excruciating pain.

Down the hall you wobbled, getting closer and closer to the bedroom that you shared with Bucky.

Your safe haven.

But alas, something stopped you.

Just as you got there, you heard your ex getting back up again.

Seriously? What the actual fuck? Your thoughts were currently scrambled around like broken puzzle pieces, but you heard those thoughts loud and clear.

By now, the adrenaline that had been pumping through your veins had tripled. The panic of realizing that this might have been your last moment on this Earth made you feel as if someone had tossed you into an ice-cold, complete with ice cubes water bath.

You couldn’t leave this Earth. You still had so much to do in your life.

You still had dreams. Aspirations.

You had a boyfriend.

You had a demon boyfriend that you were desperately and deeply in love with. A demon boyfriend that was nothing like your ex-boyfriend. Your ex-boyfriend that had broken into, trespassed, and ruined your home for you.

The ex-boyfriend that had made you afraid this entire night. The ex-boyfriend that had made you look back every time that you crossed a street tonight because you had been afraid that he might have been there.

Stalking you.

Waiting for you.

Like how he had done.

But Bucky.

Bucky. Bucky. Bucky. Bucky.

You couldn’t leave Bucky.

You couldn’t leave Bucky here alone on this Earth.

As cold and as unforgiving as this world was.

You just couldn’t.

You wanted to marry Bucky. You wanted to have children with Bucky. You wanted to build a life with Bucky. You wanted to grow old with Bucky. You wanted Bucky.

And this motherfucker was going to ruin all of your plans you wanted with Bucky.

He was going to ruin all of it.

You wouldn’t allow him to do that.

You wouldn’t.

You couldn’t.

When your ex got closer to you, getting to the beginning of the small hallway, you let out a scream as Bucky’s voice echoed in your mind again.

“What are you waiting for, doll? Are you gonna let him get you this way? My girl wouldn’t allow herself to be taken this way. C’mon. Fight for me. Come back to me.”

“No!”

Your pierced scream echoed through the dark apartment. It had been the first word that you had ever spoken ever since coming inside.

Something deep inside of you was triggered.

Like a lid popping because all the repressed air had gotten too much. Like someone who had popped open a soda can that had been shaken one too many times and exploded right in their face.

The water pipes in the bathroom burst open.

Water exploded everywhere. The intense pressure of the water being summoned pushed the door open.

Water flowed all around you. The liquid rose up, up all the way above your head.

With another shout, the water shot right in his direction and smacked him right in the face.

You barely heard your ex scream in pain as the water hissed and scalded his face. It traveled down his body, scalding every or any sliver of skin it could find. Greedily, it attacked and burned.

Bucky. Bucky. Bucky. Bucky.

Those were the only words that ran through your mind as your rage overflowed.

Bucky. Bucky. Bucky. Bucky.

As your rage continued to manifest, you began to hear your ex’s screams clearer.

His screaming did sound really nice.

Watching as he fell down onto the floor backward on his back, you heard the thud.

The water fell back down.

Water splashed all over the floor.

All of a sudden, just as it had come, the adrenaline had tapped out of you.

You felt drained.

You felt so tired.

You were finished. Everything had been okay.

Before you fell down, you thought.

Bucky. Come home, please.

And that was the last thought you had for a while.

Taglist: @bxnnywriting, @greeneyedblondie44, @hawsx3, @sunflowerfive

#incubus!bucky barnes x asian!reader #incubus!bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes smut #bucky barnes fanfiction

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buckrecs · 1 year

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𝙤𝙣𝙚𝙨𝙝𝙤𝙩 𝙛𝙞𝙘 𝙧𝙚𝙘 : 𝘼𝙥𝙧𝙞𝙡

masterlist | monthly fic rec masterlist

FLUFF

Lessons in Love. by @violentdelightsandviolentends

Too Hot, An Arm Cold by @t-lostinworlds

Out of control! by @pomelo-villano

Jacks and Sunshine by @rookthorne (tattoo artist!bucky)

Do You Need Someone? by @drabbles-mc (soldier!reader)

Grandeur by @navybrat817 (florist!bucky)

plum tarts and red carnations by @golden-barnes (florist!bucky)

Mornings Like This by @majestyeverlasting

What Dreams Are Made Of by @navybrat817 (tattoo artist!bucky x baker!reader)

bucky’s day off by @aescapisms

One Simple Touch by @likeahorribledream

Let’s Stay Inside by @writing-for-marvel (dad!bucky)

Operation milkshake, hospital visits and custody of Mr Bear by @golden-barnes (teacher!bucky)

You Bring Me Home by @real-jane

fitting in by @insomniumstella

shy!bucky by @ro-is-struggling

flustered by @lovelybarnes

Grocery Trip by @/lovelybarnes

Angel by @toastedkiwi (UFC Fighter!Bucky x surgeon!bucky)

find sunshine in the rain by @witchywithwhiskey

no shelf control | don’t overdue it by @buckymorelikefuckme (librarian!reader)

Dentist Visits. by @justkending

Five Sweaters to Make You Love Me by @sebbytrash

Took You Long Enough by @matchamunson

Work It Out by @jobean12-blog

backflips by @venusstorm

Crimson Wave by @invisibleanonymousmonsters

Entrapment by @/invisibleanonymousmonsters (shapeshifter!reader)

Champion by @sgtjbuccky (40s!Boxer!Bucky)

Stay With Me by @/sgtbuccky

A Love That Heals by @ @/sgtbuccky

Ballerina by @softlyspector (ballerina!reader)

ANGST

She’s Not Mad by @subwaysurf45

Glutton for Punishment by @bucky-bucky-bucky-bucky

The End by @buckychrist

Best Man by @/navybrat817 (soft dark!bucky)

His Everything by @/likeahorribledream

Redamancy by @world-of-aus

Grip by @pellucid-constellations

Pretense by @themorningsunshine

healing broken hearts by @alisonsfics

Marry You Someday by @mickeyhenrys (40s!bucky)

for the best by @classylo (dilf!bucky)

take cover by @royalsweetteaa (dark!bucky)

Anesthesia by @jobean12-blog

borderline by @sergeantxrogers (film maker!bucky)

I Need Him Like Water by @/pellucid-constellations

SMUT

heartless | 2 by @sinner-as-saint (incubus!bucky)

Occupied by @goodgirlofglory

Ambrosial by @/goodgirlofglory

No One Else Matters by @marvelouslizzie

Slice of Heaven by @softevnstan

Stay The Night by @notroosterbradshaw

attention by @heavysoldat

big question by @ownedbyfictionalwomen

normal routine by @wndalovebot

Aiming to Please by @gayouijaboard

Whatever It Takes by @buckybabesonly (dark!bucky)

Soft Lovin’ by @jamdoughnutmagician (chubby!bucky)

Night Out by @/softlyspector

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sstan-hoe · 1 year

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𝒊𝒊𝒊. 𝒀𝒐𝒖’𝒓𝒆 𝑹𝒂𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝑪𝒐𝒐𝒍

𝒑𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 — fem!reader × incubus!andy barber/bucky barnes/steve kemp/steve rogers/nick fowler/ari levinson/ransom drysdale/lloyd hansen

𝒔𝒖𝒎𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒚 — all you wanted was to go on vacation but your car didn't have the same idea. Almost breaking down in the middle of nowhere you luckily made it to a house with lights. A handsome stranger and his friends offer to help you. They're devilishly handsome...or almost demon like? Something about them entrances you.

𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 — SMUT; minors dni, shower sex (I love it), oral (f receiving), p in v, unprotected sex (I doubt demons can get you pregnant), dirty talk, light dumbification – almost none, praise kink

𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒆 — reblog, follow and/or comment | yes, you guys finally get smut! We're not too deep into the kinks yet but just you wait for like ari, steve (k), lloyd

𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑫𝑬𝑽𝑰𝑳𝑺 𝑫𝑬𝑵

Your breath stuck in your throat, he looked devilishly handsome. You couldn’t take your eyes off him, especially his chest. It was shaved clean, well defined and he had broad shoulders. As your eyes roamed him you noticed that he had a metal arm, you tilted your head to the side slightly in confusion.

Bucky picked up on your action and chuckled lightly, he understood your confusion because after all it was unusual to see an incubus with a metal arm.

“It was a little accident,” he shrugged with a goofy smile, after all this time he learned to live with it and his friends – especially Steve – helped him and now he could talk about it without any big problems.

Yes, he did have his difficulties from time to time, however Bucky could manage to process them without any complications that would later on turn out to be dangerous.

You were unsure if you could ask him questions, you didn’t know him good enough yet to even have the right to think about it.

A little smile appeared on Bucky’s lips, it was as if he could read your mind. “You can ask Angel, don’t worry but how about we have that shower first,” he asked, the smile changing into a light smirk.

The word ‘we’ wasn’t missed by you, and it had you speechless. Were you even ready for that? Once again, you had only known him for barley 24h hours. The attraction you felt for him in this moment though wasn’t lost on you, the only problem was that you were scared. What if that attraction is something Bucky is doing with his incubus demon charm.

“If you don’t want this…,” Bucky took your hands in comfort, his deep blue eyes looking right into your soul. “I’m not sure…, are these my feelings or is it…,” you whispered tilting your head down.

Bucky got what you were playing at and kneeled down in front of you, your heart rate picked.

His hands stroked over your bare thighs, goosebumps erupted on your skin. While his flesh hand felt warm and soft, his metal hand was cool and a little rough however the difference between the two different feelings was something you enjoyed.

Gently he pushed you back against the cool tiles of the shower, he lifted your knee over his shoulder to gain better access to your drenching cunt.

“How about this, we will try this and the moment you don’t like it you say ‘ananas’,” he instructed you to which you nodded. “Wait ananas?” you questioned as his last words catched up to you.

Bucky couldn’t keep in his laugh, “would you prefer something else?” he asked, his nose nudging your bundle of nerves which received a gasp from.

“That’s unfair!” you complained while Bucky’s tongue slipped put and licked a stripe along your folds. “It’s not really, think of something angel, come on,” he continued smirking.

Your breath hitched in your throat as Bucky dipped the tip his tongue dipped into your opening. His tongue rounded your velvet walls, you tasted wonderful to Bucky.

It took everything in him not to lose himself and eat you like a starved demon. Then to his surprise your hand run through his hair and gripped his roots, a low groan ripped from Bucky’s lips. You pushed his face deeper into your cunt.

“Angel if you don’t stop, I won’t be able to hold back,” Bucky rasped in a hoarse voice as he tilted his head back. “Then don’t hold back,” you whispered and gripped his roots tighter, “as you wish, but if you beg me to stop…I won’t stop,” “promise?” you gave Bucky a cheeky smile.

Bucky groaned again, you were perfect. He dove back into you to devour your leaking pussy. A loud moan ripped from your throat, his tongue felt wonderful.

You moved your hips against his mouth in order to create more friction. A knot build up in your stomach and tightened with every thrust of Bucky’s sinful tongue. Bucky knew how close you were and added his two metal fingers.

The cool metal had you moaning as it touched your inner walls, he curled them and hit a special spot.

“Lookit’ you,” Bucky murmured against your puffy folds causing vibration to roll through your body, his tongue flicked your bundle of nerves. The feeling had you preening for him and then it exploded, the knot in your stomach became too tight.

A loud pornographic moan erupted from your throat as pure bliss of pleasure washed over you, “Bucky.” Said demon groaned as he heard his name pouring from your lips, “say my name again, say my name again angel,” Bucky begged, his forhead pressed against your abdomen.

“Bucky, Bucky, Bucky,” you chanted over and over while he tongue-fucked you through your orgasm.

Not only sounded your moans beautiful to him but the way you said his name had his cock grow harder – if that was even possible. Your high died down and had you panting heavily, your gaze fell down to Bucky whose face was still squished in your cunt.

You loved the way his mouth felt on you pussy but you desperatly needed his lips, mouth elsewhere. Your hand moved from his hair to the nape of his neck, Bucky stopped his movements which had you whining.

He stared up at you with his steel blue eyes, wondering what you planned on doing. You secured your hand on his jaw and guided him up to you.

“I need you to kiss me, please, Bucky,” you pleaded with a pouty face. Bucky towered over you with a teasing smirk, “you wanna feel my lips on yours? You want me to kiss your pretty lips?”

“Yes,” you whined in a pathetic, needy tone, the thought of kissing the lips that just made you have a mind-blowing orgasm. His soft lips glistening with your juice.

Bucky placed his lips gently on yours, but didn’t move. He wouldn’t budge, you wrapped your arms around his neck and pressed him closer to you. Then he smirked, he smirked. Why wouldn’t he kiss you back?

“If you want something, say it,” he whispered against your lips, your strained, needy ‘yes’ wasn’t enough for him and he knew, he wasn’t the only one in this house.

“But I did,” you cried out as he bucked his hips against you. The brunette slapped your inner thigh, “don’t be a brat and tell me what you want,” he demanded with a hard gaze. The tone his voice held made you want to do everything without hesitation.

You took a deep breath, “I want you to kiss me,” you tried to keep your voice steady, but it cracked at the end. “My pretty angel wants me to kiss her?” Bucky kissed along your neck.

You realised he was taunting you. He secured his underneath your thighs and in one swift motion he picked you up, you squeaked at the sudden action. Your legs wrapped around his torso and his hands beneath your ass.

Now with you hoisted up your face was on level with Bucky’s, your hands cupped his warm cheeks.

“Yes, I want you to kiss me,” you repeated as your lips ghosted over his, “good girl,” the demon whispered against your lips and closed the gap.

You tasted yourself on his lips and it only aroused you more, he devoured your mouth and licked your bottom lip. Subconsciously you opened your mouth and the taste of you became more intense.

A loud moan from you spurred him on and had him rolling his hips against your cunt, he tried to hide it because for fucks sake he was incubus. Why was it so hard to control himself?

“Angel,” he groaned against your cheek. The sounds he made awakened something in you that you never knew existed. You needed more and they his hips rolled against you had you needier with every second.

“Bucky, fuck me?” you asked, squeezing him tighter with your legs. As much as Bucky wanted to snap his cock inside you, he had to prep you.

“That little brain of yours already mushy?” he teased you, tone belittling you, “I told you to tell me, what you want,” now his voice held more authority than before. It had you squeezing your walls.

“I want you to fuck me,” your voice strained and needy, oh you wanted him so bad it was crazy. Why would he torture you this way? You felt him chuckle against your skin as he kissed down your breast, mouth closing around your nipple. Gently he bit down on your nipple causing you to arch your back, the hot water running over your face down.

“Angel, once I’m inside you I won’t be able to hold myself back,” he wanted you to know what you would get yourself into. “Yes, I want you to fuck me,” you assured him, but not entirely sure what to expect.

He rubbed the mushroom formed tip against your sensitive nub, gathering your cum on his length. “Take a deep breath, angel,” he looked into your eyes, holding your gaze.

You obeyed and took a deep breath, slowly Bucky entered you. A piercing pan run through your body as he stretched you out. Once he was fully seated inside you, he had to pause a moment.

His head rested on your shoulder while your head was thrown back against the cool tiles of the shower. The deep breath was needed very much, his thick girth filled you wonderfully and you pressed your walls together making the demon groan.

At first, he gently moved inside you to let you adjust to his size and thickness, but your tight cunt tortured him. “Fuck, angel such a tight cunt, no one ever fucked you properly?” he murmured to you in a deep, sultry voice.

“Fuck,” you had a hard time adjusting to him, however the pain turned into a beautiful feeling of pleasure. It hurt, still you wanted him to pick up his pace.

Bucky snapped his hips up, now quickening his pace and drawing loud moans from you in the process which had him smirking proudly, “yes, moan as loud as you need to…let them hear you angel, let them hear whose making you feel this good,” encouraging you to put more volume in your moans.

While you drowned in pleasure, Bucky felt like a bitch in heat as he rutted into you. You felt so good, better than anyone he ever fucked. He fucked them to feed, but you, you weren’t just to keep him alive. No, you are something more.

“Bucky, I’m coming, god I’m coming…,” you sobbed, tears rolling down your cheeks. Bucky was splitting you open, and you never felt better, pure ecstasy was pumping through your veins.

“Then come angel, come for me, just for me,” he told you with a demand in his tone and boomed around the walls of the shower.

It snapped, a high-pitched moan and your orgasm washed over your body. Your cunt tightened around him and made it difficult for him to move. He breathly groaned at the feeling, “angel, I’m going to come,” Bucky warned you, “let me come inside you please, please angel, let me come,” he begged. Oh, how the tables have turned.

Overtaken by pleasure you nodded, “come in me, yes, fuck, yes,” you agreed and tried to move your hips to help him, but it was too hard.

With a loud groan Bucky painted your walls with his cum, in a slow pace he was still moving his cock in and out of your cunt. You panted heavily and collapsed against him, “hey, I got you,” Bucky whispered gently and scoped you up.

“Bucky, I need to pee,” you whined, your body was exhausted and your mind had caught up with your body. “Can you hold it a little? I just need to wash you,” he sat you down on a bench made of tiles, you nodded in agreement.

He took the shower head and let the water flow over body, he washed away the sweat, the hot water relaxing your muscles, lastly he held it over your drenched cunt.

“Can you hold it a second for me, angel?” Bucky asked softly holding out the shower head which you shakily took. He kissed your cheek before stepping out of the shower to grab a cloth.

Wetting the cloth underneath the tap with hot water, he came back and stroked the cloth over your sensitive skin. Bucky washed away your mixed cum, then creamed your skin with lotion. Your leg twitched at the feeling of the cool cream on your sensitive labia.

“Okay, now let’s get you on the toilette,” the brunette muttered and picked you up again to sit you down. While you relieved yourself Bucky went to get the clothes Lloyd gave you.

“Now, let’s get you to bed angel,” those were the only words you heard before dozing off to sleep. Bucky laid you down in the bed they gave you, he didn’t want to wake you, but you had to put on the clothes.

Gently he nudged you, “c’mon just need to put on your clothes.” Half awake you lifted your arms and the t-shirt slide over your body, Bucky smiled proudly at you. Bucky lifted your legs and slipped on the sweatpants for you.

“Cuddle?” you asked him sleepily, all wanted right now was to feel him close.

“Let me get my clothes and I’ll join you right away,” the demon stroked your hair, covered your body with the blanket and kissed the crown of your head.

Bucky left the bedroom to go to his own, he put on boxers and a long shirt however before coming back to you he went into the living room where all the other incubus where sitting. With a smirk he stood in front of them knowing full well that they heard you.

“Did you enjoy it?” Ransom asked, with a hint of jealousy in his voice. “I did, but I’m not here to brag about it,” it was the truth, still he was proud of himself.

The other however knew that they would get a chance to fuck you – if you weren’t against it of course. They still weren’t too fond of that Bucky was the first to make you feel good.

“I wanna warn ya, she’s tight as fuck. If you’re not careful you will hurt her, immensely,” it was a serious warning he gave them that they shouldn’t ignore as it could go unexpectedly wrong.

Bucky’s eyes roamed the room and the moment he saw Lloyd open his mouth he quickly said good night and vanished.

The demons looked at each other, “Max’s coming in a few days!” Nick called after him which had Bucky groan in annoyence, “he better not screw any of us over again or I’m gonna end him!”

When he got back into your room, you were in a deep slumber. A soft smile played at his lips as he laid down next you and closed his arms around your spend body.

You felt his presence and cuddled up against the warmth of his, another kiss on your forehead and Bucky leaned his head on your shoulder. For a long time, he had wished to feel like this, save and welcomed.

As in incubus he may had sex very often but there was never a moment where he felt as comfortable as he did now, with you.

No one ever saw him as more than a sex demon, women and men fell for his charm. This was why he never knew if they really liked him, but with you he felt like it was different. Like this could actually be more, even with the others it could work.

𝑫𝑬𝑽𝑰𝑳𝑺 𝑫𝑬𝑵 — @smile1318 @georgiapeach30513 @alina02 @rogersbarber @antisocialwritingx @broadwaybabe18 @jobean12-blog

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acriminalmind · 2 years

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They don’t serve wine where you’re going 🍷

Steve rogers x dark incubus reader

Summary: What first looked like a reoccurring nightmare, turns out to be real.

Warnings: dream manipulation/nightmares, stalking, torture (cutting), manipulation, non-con marking, little violence, dark reader, TopDom reader, kidnapping, praise, degradation, pet names, collaring and leash, (non-con) smut, anal, rough sex, spanking, mind breaking/hypnosis begging, master kink, mention of multiple orgasms.

Based on this request: Imagine in his 70 years asleep an incubus was tormenting him and continues even after he is defrosted. Till Steve finds out the incubus marked him as his. Reader hidden as one of the enhanced agents confronts him it may start with cap having a tight grip on readers neck till he felt readers tail smacks him across the room everything went quiet and dark till reader appears in steves mind and takes steve to his realm and keeps him as a pet.

Enjoy!

Asleep for 70 years. Not only was he imprisoned in ice, but he was also imprisoned in one particular dream. Better said a nightmare. In his dream, he was being tormented by some inhuman creature. There were so many times that it didn't feel like a dream, but like he was experiencing it in real life. It felt so real so many times. He wasn't in control of his body. Someone...something else was. While his mind told him, begged him to stop his body continued bouncing on the huge cock of the creature he was sitting on. It wasn't until he was rescued from the ice by SHIELD the nightmare stopped. The last thing the creature said to him before he opened his eyes was that one day he would visit him in the real world and turn his nightmare into reality. Years after he got out of the ice he had all forgotten about the creature until one night. Tossing and turning in his bed he was running for his life in his dream-turned-nightmare. Someone yet unknown was hunting him down. In his nightmare, he was still the skinny soldier from before the serum. When he tripped and rolled onto his back he was faced with his tormentor. "Hello, pet. I've missed you. Soon I will catch you and turn you into my obedient cockslut. Until then, sweet dream Stevie." With a startle, Steve woke up, covered in sweat. He stood up and walked towards his bathroom to splash some cool water onto his face. When he looked at himself in the mirror his eyes widened. He brought his hand to his neck and touched it. A mark was visible on the right sight of his neck and it was glowing. The words the creature had said to him before he woke up ghosted in his head. Even though he thought it was just a nightmare, the very present mark on his neck told him otherwise. That night he didn't close an eye, his mind occupied by you unaware of how close you actually were.

The next day he walked to the training room together with Bucky. He had managed to cover up the mark on his neck so no one could ask him questions before he got the answers. The training room was filled with new enhanced SHIELD agents. When the two super soldiers walked in the agents got into position. Steve began explaining some things to the agents when he felt his mark burn into his neck. Bucky noticed his change of behavior and asked him if he was okay which he answered with a simple yes. No one in the room noticed the sly smirk on the face of one of the agents. After the soldiers had demonstrated the exercise all agents started practicing. Some were good, others not so much. You belonged to the first category. Everything you were ordered to do you did with ease. The soldiers noticed this and were proud. At the end of the training, Steve asked you to stay behind. When the both of you were completely alone he offered you a bottle of water before he started talking. "You're a good agent, Y/L/N. I'm impressed. Where did you learn to fight like that?" After you took a sip of your water you answered him, "I've picked up some things while being on earth. I've been here for a long time you know. I just waited till the right moment to come out and show myself." Steve looked at you and something about you was very familiar to him, but he could point his finger at it. "This may sound weird, but have we met before?" Even though you had disguised yourself in your human form to not attract too much attention to yourself, some of the features of your original could be seen in your human one. "I don't know. Have we?" He became confused at your weird answer and the small smirk that started to show on your face. "I know I look slightly different from my original form, but you disappoint me...Stevie." Stevie... No one had ever called him that except for...His eyes widened. In a matter of seconds, he was filled with raged and lurched towards you, grabbing you by the neck and tilting you up in the air. "YOU! WHAT ARE YOU, WHAT ARE YOU DOING TO ME?" A dark laugh left your mouth. "O, Stevie. I haven't done anything to you...yet. And to answer your question about what I am... I am your master." Before he could respond your tail appeared and smacked him off of you. His head hit the stone wall and knocked him unconscious. His mind is again filled with images of you, giving him a sneak peek of what you are gonna do to him. "Time to take you home with me, Stevie."

"Oh, Stevie. Wakey wakey. It's time to play."

Steve opened his eyes with difficulty. "Good, boy."

When he saw you he was wide awake and tried to attack you but he was held back by a metal chain around his neck. Air was ripped away from him for a few seconds. "Tss Tss, Stevie. Don't try to fight me. That won't end well for you." Steve shot you a dirty look and growled in anger, "You won't get away with this. My team will find me and save me. You will be captured and punished." You kneeled so you were on the same eye level as him. "No one will save you. We are not on your precious earth or your reality anymore. We're in my world now. And about that punishment. I won't be the one receiving it, pet." You smirked. Standing back up you started to ridden yourself off your clothing while changing back into your incubus form. A set of horns, a pair of devilish wings, and your tail reappeared on your body. Your teeth became pointy and your hands turned back into sharp claws. When you walked towards Steve he crawled back until his back hit the wall. "O, don't be scared now. Where did that big soldier boy go, huh?" You hoisted him up by his neck as he had done with you. "Everything we did in your dreams will become real tonight. You will accept me as your master and don't think about fighting it. Your body became mine when I put my mark on it. If you deny me you will feel immense pain. Just give in to my temptation and everything will be alright." You did not need an answer from him so before he could give you one you smashed your lips against his and kissed him. Your tongue pried his lips apart so you could enter his mouth. While Steve's mind screamed for him to fight, his body started moving on its own and kissed back while throwing his arms around your neck. Just like in his nightmares his mind was still his, but his body wasn't. How long before he had lost control over both? He didn't notice you unlocking his chain and magically ridding him of his clothes while bringing him to the kingsize bed in the middle of the room. You made him straddle your lap, while still kissing him with vigor. He hadn't expected you to pull back when you did. "How much I would love to continue this, you still need to be punished first. Go lay with your stomach down on my lap, Stevie." He did. He didn't want to, but his body didn't listen. It listened to you. "Good, pet. Don't listen to that voice in your head, just keep listening to mine and everything will be okay." With your nails, you traced circles over his bare back. Goosebumps spread over his body at the feeling of your cold hands on him. "Count for me. And don't you dare forget one. Good pets know how to count for their master." *spank* After the first spank landed Steve didn't say a word, too stubborn. You had expected this. You didn't mind of course. It would be so much more fun for you this way. "I warned you, stupid mutt. You could have listened to your master and be a good pet but you had to be a brat. Now you have to live with the consequences of your actions." Without another warning, you dug your nails into the skin of Steve and started leaving small but painful cuts on his body, which made Steve whine in pain. "You can whine whatever you want, you mutt. You brought this onto yourself. If you just had listened, but no. You will take a hundred more of my cuts on your pretty body. Bad pets like you deserve punishments like this. Think about that while I decorate you. NOW QUIET!"

And so you went on. Cut after cut you adorned his body. Blood streamed down his back onto the floor, but you didn't care.

When you were done, Steve's back was covered in cuts that spelled your name. His sobs faded when you carefully placed his stomach on the bed. "Don't move. I'll be right back." When you returned you straddled his legs and started cleaning his wounds with a wet cloth. After that, you put some healing creme onto them. You were a monster, but you still took good care of your toys. Small kisses were placed on his back. "You did so well for me, little soldier. Let me replace the pain with pleasure." Getting off the bed you walked towards a grey locker where you grabbed a condom. "Get in position, Stevie. The one that your master likes." Without any thought, Steve's body moves on its own and gets on all fours. "Good boy." The bed dipped behind steve. He felt your claws dig into his hips before he felt the covered tip of your cock nudge against his back entrance. You couldn't hold back a moan when you started to enter and neither could he. A few seconds went by after you had fully entered him. If you didn't have your supernatural hearing you would have missed his quiet pleading. "What was that, sweet boy?" You asked with fake sweetness. "P-please move..." A smirk crept onto your face. Refusing your advances at first and now begging to be fucked by you? How pathetic. "You want me to fuck you, Stevie. Well...okay. Hold onto something. This is gonna be a wild ride." Without another warning, you started to fuck into Steve. Your hips hit his ass violently. Steve's knuckles turned white as how hard he was gripping the sheets beneath him. Tears left his eyes but he didn't know why. He wanted to convince himself of how bad this was, but how could he when it felt so good? It was so hard and rough, but he loved it. He felt so full and yet he wanted more. Steve lowered his upper body to give you a better angle. "Such a good boy for me. Not a single thought in your mind. Just me and my cock." The base of your cock had a white creamy ring around it. "I can feel you squeezing my cock, soldier. Come for me. Make a mess for your master." On command like the good soldier, he is Steve came with a loud moan. But you didn't stop. One isn't enough. So you went on even when you had to hold Steve's lower body up by yourself. You just couldn't get enough of him now you fully had him under your command.

Another seven orgasms were pulled from Steve when you stopped moving and placed small kisses on Steve's muscled back. "What's gonna happen next depends on your answer, soldier boy. Who am I?" Quiet filled the room. You smacked the side of his ass when he didn't answer fast enough. "Last chance, Stevie. Who am I? Don't make me angry." Steve pushed his hips back against you. "You're my master and I'm your pet." The wide smile on your face showed your sharp teeth. "I'm glad you know your place. Now get on your knees and clean me off of your mess." You slipped out of his ass and sat on the edge of the bed, waiting for Steve to kneel in front of you in between your legs. Steve pulled off your condom and threw it in the bin. He places his hands on your thighs and started licking the tip of your cock before deepthroating it. You threw your head back and closed your eyes when he started circling his tongue around your shaft. One of your hands was placed on his head to keep him in place while the other held one of his hands. "Keep going, Stevie. Make your master come. After that, you can sleep. Don't worry about the nightmares. I'll protect you. You're mine."

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rookthorne · 5 months

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The 12 days of Christmas have never looked so good, and I am here to spoil us with the best miniature advent calendar in the form of my Bucky's!

𝑬𝑽𝑬𝑵𝑻 𝑼𝑵𝑰𝑽𝑬𝑹𝑺𝑬𝑺

― BUCKY BARNES ―

֎ Biker!Bucky Barnes — Brotherhood & Bullets ֎ Bodyguard!Bucky Barnes + Bodyguard!Winter Soldier — Staya Volkov ֎ Farmer!Bucky Barnes — Peaches 'n Cream Ranch ֎ Incubus!Bucky Barnes — Depths of Pleasure ֎ Lumberjack!Bucky Barnes — Sturdy Roots, Strong Hearts ֎ Mafia!Bucky Barnes — His Empire, Her Rules ֎ Artist!Bucky Barnes — The Queen's Masterpiece ֎ Mechanic!Bucky Barnes — His Girls ֎ Nurse!Bucky Barnes — A Hero ֎ Alpha!Mafia!Bucky Barnes — Ruling Instinct ֎ Paramedic!Bucky Barnes — Lights, Sirens and Sincerity ֎ Personal Trainer!Bucky Barnes — Progress, Not Perfection ֎ Pornstar!Bucky Barnes — Purity ֎ Scare Actor!Bucky Barnes — The Hunt ֎ Viking!Bucky Barnes — The Skógr

― STUCKY ―

֎ Firemen!Stucky — Built Differently ֎ Tattoo Artist!Stucky — Garden of Ink

𝑬𝑽𝑬𝑵𝑻 𝑭𝑰𝑪 𝑪𝑶𝑼𝑵𝑻

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I would like to extend a massive thank you to @smutconnoisseur for helping me come up with prompts for this, and to @sebstanwhore for brainstorming for hours and hours with me!

𝐌𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐁𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐦𝐚𝐬 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ─── 𝐊𝐄𝐘 ─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───

— 𝐀 = angst — 𝐖 = whump — 𝐈 = sick fic — 𝐃 = dark — 𝐃² = dead dove — 𝐏 = poly — 𝐊 = kid fic — 𝐅 = fluff — 𝐒 = smut

🌟 𝐓𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐞𝐥 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐓𝐮𝐬𝐬𝐥𝐞𝐬

─── Bodyguard!Bucky x F!Reader x Bodyguard!Winter Soldier ── 𝐏 + 𝐅 ─ 𝐀𝐎𝟑

A trip downtown and into a haven for Christmas was meant to be a fun, uneventful day out — a chance to refresh your decorations and introduce James to the festive spirit. A low key and calm trip into the chaos. Only, Bucky had other ideas, and there was nothing that would get in the way of his dastardly deed.

🎄 𝐅𝐥𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐲 𝐅𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐞𝐬

─── Tattoo Artist!Stucky x Florist!F!Reader ── 𝐏 + 𝐅 ─ 𝐀𝐎𝟑

The reveal of Bucky and Steve’s plans for the day took you by surprise, but you would only let shock and awe hold you for so long in its clutches. A job needed doing, and for damn sure were you going to do it with a flourish.

✨ 𝐅𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐓𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐅𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐓𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐬

─── Incubus!Bucky x F!Reader ── 𝐅 ─ 𝐀𝐎𝟑

There weren’t many things that could surprise your Incubus — aeons old, with the wit and wisdom to match, but when it came to Christmas, it turned out the sex demon himself was a virgin in celebrating the festive season, before you.

🎁 𝐀 𝐏𝐚𝐰 𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐚𝐥

─── Lumberjack!Bucky x F!Reader ── 𝐅 ─ 𝐀𝐎𝟑

A girl’s day out with Koda takes a surprising turn, and you were left with more questions than answers with Bucky’s strange, mysterious behaviour.

🎀 𝐂𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐦𝐚𝐬 𝐂𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐞𝐬

─── Mechanic!Bucky x F!Reader ── 𝐅 ─ 𝐀𝐎𝟑

To turn the Grinches into Reindeer, you needed to work hard to win them all over — some were easier than others, but with your own Santa on your side, it made it all the easier.

🧸 𝐒𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐒𝐭𝐮𝐟𝐟𝐢𝐞𝐬

─── Nurse!Bucky x F!Reader ── 𝐅 ─ 𝐀𝐎𝟑

Christmas shopping was a dangerous mistake, Bucky realised, and all he could do was hope that in the end, he could rein you in, and you wouldn’t go home with the whole entire store.

— 𝐑𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐔𝐩

✨ 𝐃𝐨𝐮𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐓𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐛𝐥𝐞

─── Farmer!Husband!Bucky x Wife!F!Reader ── 𝐅 ─ 𝐀𝐎𝟑

You knew very well that your husband was up to something ever since he woke up before the crack of dawn to sneak out of the bedroom, but he wasn’t alone — there were two trouble makers in on the mischief.

🎅🏻 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐂𝐨𝐜𝐨𝐚

─── Firemen!Stucky x F!Reader ── 𝐏 + 𝐅 ─ 𝐀𝐎𝟑

A day at the station reveals more truth than you could have ever imagined — not in the presence of your boys and little ones, or how they were so gentle with the young ones in their joy for festivities.

🦌 𝐒𝐨𝐟𝐭𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬

─── Lumberjack!Bucky x F!Reader ── 𝐅 ─ 𝐀𝐎𝟑

You were expecting it to be an ordinary day; prepare for the festivities with Koda and Sarge by your side, begging for treats and whatever else they set their eyes on. But what you did not expect, was to do so, with two reindeers in tow.

🌟 𝐃𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠

─── Mafia!Bucky x F!Reader ── 𝐅 ─ 𝐀𝐎𝟑

Opulence was so readily and freely available to you in your lifestyle, and you had your love to thank for that. Of course, that meant you were going to find him the most dashing present, and spend a fortune on it, whether he liked the pop of colour, or not.

🎀 𝐎𝐡, 𝐋𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐂𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐥

─── Alpha!Mafia!Bucky x Omega!F!Reader ── 𝐅 ─ 𝐀𝐎𝟑

The love that Bucky and you shared was unparalleled, unlike anything you had ever felt before. It was a joy to witness and be a part of the tender side of the otherwise ruthless and effective Mafia King. And on that day, it was no different — playing your cherished role had never been so fulfilling.

🎁 𝐒𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐂𝐡𝐞𝐞𝐫

─── Pornstar!Bucky x F!Reader ── 𝐅 ─ 𝐀𝐎𝟑

Christmas was a time for gifts and giving; of sharing with those you loved with all of your heart. Bucky was one of the lucky ones, and you had the most perfect gift for him.

🕯 𝐒𝐩𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐲 𝐒𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐚

─── Scare Actor!Bucky x F!Reader ── 𝐅 ─ 𝐀𝐎𝟑

The festive additions to Bucky’s Soldat costume had been a genius idea, you only had to work out the best way to bribe your boyfriend to go along with it, first.

— 𝐑𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐔𝐩

🌟 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐖𝐡𝐢𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐟 𝐚 𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐞

─── Biker!Bucky x F!Reader ── 𝐅 ─ 𝐀𝐎𝟑

Miracles and surprises were never in short supply around Christmas, you had learned that during the last Christmas you spent with Bucky and the club; your own family. But, what if something came along, uprooting your certainty, and presenting all of the questions you were beyond nervous to find the answers for? You knew one thing was for certain, though. Your heart, while full of love and adoration for the man you called your own, maybe, just maybe, had room for another special someone.

🍪 𝐏𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐲 𝐊𝐞𝐞𝐧

─── Farmer!Husband!Bucky x Wife!F!Reader ── 𝐅 ─ 𝐀𝐎𝟑

Bucky knew well enough that your venture to the Christmas market would not leave him unscathed, but still, as your loving husband, he trailed behind you loyally and almost complaint free — until you sprang a surprise on him.

🕯 𝐓𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐓𝐚𝐥𝐞

─── Tattoo Artist!Stucky x Florist!F!Reader ── 𝐏 + 𝐅 ─ 𝐀𝐎𝟑

There was never, ever a dull moment when it came to the pair of troublemakers you had involved yourself with, and your Christmas market stall was not immune, either.

🎁 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐒𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐨𝐟 𝐆𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠

─── Artist!Bucky x Mafia!F!Reader ── 𝐅 ─ 𝐀𝐎𝟑

To test the patience of a lioness; a predator that watched over a pup, it was to toy with danger. You would flash your teeth in warning, but the real threat lurked in the shadows behind you, and there was no way he would let harm befall all that you held dear.

— 𝐑𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐔𝐩

🌟 𝐒𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐍𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭

─── Bodyguard!Bucky x F!Reader x Bodyguard!Winter Soldier ── 𝐀 + 𝐏 + 𝐅 ─ 𝐀𝐎𝟑

Decorating the tree was a tradition you were determined to bring into their home, and you were just as stubborn as they were to make it stick. But when night fell, that all washed away, leaving room for the love that one of them needed to make it through the silent night.

🎀 𝐒𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐤𝐞𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐀𝐫𝐭𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐲

─── Tattoo Artist!Stucky x Florist!F!Reader ── 𝐏 + 𝐅 ─ 𝐀𝐎𝟑

The holiday season was in full swing, and you were keen to make a head start for the coming days — each bouquet wouldn’t make itself, nor would the orders be filled if you stayed where it was warm and cosy. What you didn’t expect in your shop before the crack of dawn, however, was two men intent on sprucing up the space.

🕯 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐃𝐞𝐚𝐥, 𝐃𝐞𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐞, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐃𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐨𝐟 𝐚 𝐃𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐥

─── Incubus!Bucky x F!Reader ── 𝐅 ─ 𝐀𝐎𝟑

It was not the first time you had made a deal with a devil, but at least, on this occasion, you could watch the way his eyes darkened, or how his tail swished in the air; perfectly in beat with the hammering of your heart. The night only just started, but you were determined to get all you could from this unorthodox agreement.

✨ 𝐖𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐖𝐨𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐝

─── Lumberjack!Bucky x F!Reader ── 𝐅 ─ 𝐀𝐎𝟑

Christmas in the snow was something you adored about the festive season, and spending it with the ones you loved, both human and animal, would make it all the better. But Bucky had a surprise up his sleeve for you; the cards of his mischievous ways held close to his chest until the moment was right.

❤️ 𝐃𝐞𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐓𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐬, 𝐃𝐞𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐌𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐞𝐬

─── Mechanic!Bucky x F!Reader ── 𝐅 + 𝐒 ─ 𝐀𝐎𝟑

The distractions of festivities irked Bucky like no other, especially when you were standing there as though you weren’t the woman of his dreams, innocently decorating the living room and the Christmas tree within it. You weren’t to know just how far he would push and prod, not until it was too late.

🎅🏻 𝐂𝐡𝐞𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐇𝐞𝐫𝐨𝐞𝐬

─── Nurse!Bucky x F!Reader ── 𝐅 ─ 𝐀𝐎𝟑

Organically, a hospital was a place where gloom spread faster than a wildfire — it was hard to picture the environment as joyful and festive. Until you appeared, Christmas tree and ornaments in hand, and with the determination of a stubborn reindeer for the task you set yourself: decorate the hell out of the place, and bring some cheer to those who needed it the most.

🎄 𝐏𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐏𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫

─── Alpha!Mafia!Bucky x Omega!F!Reader ── 𝐅 ─ 𝐀𝐎𝟑

A new tradition you introduced to Bucky took a turn you should have, at the very least, expected, but it did not mean you wouldn’t milk it for all of its worth.

🧸 𝐀 𝐇𝐞𝐫𝐨'𝐬 𝐒𝐥𝐞𝐢𝐠𝐡

─── Paramedic!Bucky x F!Reader ── 𝐅 ─ 𝐀𝐎𝟑

Your surprise arrival at the station brightens more than Bucky’s day, and you couldn’t be happier to witness the joy in all of their faces when you revealed that you came bearing gifts.

💛 𝐊𝐞𝐞𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐂𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐞

─── Pornstar!Bucky x F!Reader ── 𝐅 ─ 𝐀𝐎𝟑

Bucky was a sweet talker; able to get every last thing he wanted if he just used the right words or tone with anyone. It was part of his charm. Though you thoroughly enjoyed it, he tended to weaponize it against you at the least convenient times; up a ladder and decorating the tree one of them.

— 𝐑𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐔𝐩

�� 𝐃𝐞𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐲 𝐁𝐞𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐝

─── Lumberjack!Bucky x F!Reader ── 𝐅 ─ 𝐀𝐎𝟑

A few visitors to the cabin take both Bucky and you by surprise, and the sweet, kind creatures were as curious about you as you were of them.

🧸 𝐏𝐨𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞

─── Nurse!Bucky x F!Reader ── 𝐅 ─ 𝐀𝐎𝟑

Sometimes even the hardest, most independent workers needed someone to lean on — whether they be of flesh and blood, or wool and stuffing.

✨ 𝐋𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐆𝐮𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐢𝐚𝐧

─── Paramedic!Bucky x F!Reader ── 𝐅 ─ 𝐀𝐎𝟑

The festivities of Christmas were often overlooked by Bucky in his job in favour of rushing off to save a life, but not this year — this year, you were there to bring joy to him, and to all of his team.

❤️ 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐒𝐞𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐒𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐨𝐧

─── Personal Trainer!Bucky x F!Reader ── 𝐀 + 𝐅 ─ 𝐀𝐎𝟑

With little else to do during the busy festive period, you made your way to Howlie’s Gym, the place you made a home away from home and where you know your best friend made your haven safe. What you did not expect to find, however, was him in the office with the brightest smile on his face — as though you hung the moon that shone down over the two of you.

💚 𝐊𝐢𝐧𝐧 𝐒𝐞𝐠𝐠𝐫

─── Viking!Bucky x F!Reader ── 𝐅 ─ 𝐀𝐎𝟑

Thieves came in many different forms — from Loki to a simple villager, or to a horse with the mind of a trickster and a heart of gold.

— 𝐑𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐔𝐩

🌟 𝐆𝐮𝐢𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐫

─── Biker!Bucky x F!Reader ── 𝐅 ─ 𝐀𝐎𝟑

As the President of his club, Bucky always made sure that he made it home, whether it be for his brother’s, or to just keep his legacy alive one more day. But it was not just that anymore, not after he had you as his guiding light — a beacon so bright that he knew he’d be a fool to act reckless, when he knew you were waiting for him back home.

🎀 𝐓𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐓𝐢𝐞𝐝

─── Mechanic!Bucky x F!Reader ── 𝐒 ─ 𝐀𝐎𝟑

Surprises were not an unexpected occurrence when you come to think of it, not when you had Bucky Barnes as your boyfriend, though you had to give him credit where credit was due — he was a crafty, cunning man when it counted.

— 𝐑𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐔𝐩

❤️ 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞, 𝐒𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐬

─── Biker!Bucky x F!Reader ── 𝐀 + 𝐅 ─ 𝐀𝐎𝟑

Bucky was adept at making the best of a situation; a rain of bullets or his pain, it did not matter. A comedic, blasé brush off of whatever was wrong, and he was on his way. Though, that trick didn’t work on you. And you always saw straight through it.

🕯 𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐧 𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐫; 𝐑𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐖𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐲 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭

─── Paramedic!Bucky x F!Reader ── 𝐀 + 𝐅 ─ 𝐀𝐎𝟑

Battles were fought and won, ruthlessly bloody and heartbreakingly sorrowful, for all. Especially your own warrior, who put his all into the work needed on the front lines, and sometimes, he needed protection of his own.

🎅🏻 𝐓𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫'𝐬 𝐒𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐨𝐧

─── Scare Actor!Bucky x F!Reader ── 𝐅 ─ 𝐀𝐎𝟑

Bucky had more than one way to scare the living daylights out of you — it wasn’t just in his job description; it was in his nature.

🎄 𝐌𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐌𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐡𝐟𝐮𝐥

─── Tattoo Artist!Stucky x Florist!F!Reader ── 𝐏 + 𝐅 ─ 𝐀𝐎𝟑

There was never a boring moment during the festive season with your two loves, and it was no different during one of their many visits to your shop. Only, this time, Bucky had a trick up his sleeve.

— 𝐑𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐔𝐩

✨ 𝐀 𝐌𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐌𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐞

─── Biker!Bucky x F!Reader ── 𝐅 ─ 𝐀𝐎𝟑

A battle raged and weapons clashed on that festive day, and only one of the two warriors would make it out alive. You were determined to make your opponent fall to his knees and beg for mercy — only then would you celebrate the victory. But first? Wade through the plight of the treacherous terrain and land that one hit.

— 𝐑𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐔𝐩

❤️ 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐅𝐢𝐫𝐞, 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐅𝐥𝐚𝐦𝐞

─── Firemen!Stucky x F!Reader ── 𝐏 + 𝐅 ─ 𝐀𝐎𝟑

You knew with absolute certainty that you meant a lot to both Bucky and Steve — to them as themselves, and to their marriage, but you did not truly understand the depth of their devotion to you, not until a frosty, chilled morning where they revealed just how much they truly adored you.

🌟 𝐃𝐞𝐯𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧

─── Tattoo Artist!Stucky x Florist!F!Reader ── 𝐏 + 𝐅 ─ 𝐀𝐎𝟑

A long day led to a long week, snowballing into a long, long festive season. The boys — your knights in shining armour, residing in their castle of artistry — they knew long before you yourself did, and they had an idea of how to turn it around, to bring a smile to your lips and to restore your vitality.

— 𝐑𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐔𝐩

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buckyscombatboots · 1 year

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Monstertober Day 8

Careful what you wish for 🕯

Pairing: Incubus!Bucky Barnes x Reader

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

Nicknames: Angel, Doll, sweetness

Word count: 2.5k

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

༻𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 𝐓𝐚𝐠 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 𝐌𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐭𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐫༺

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

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

Nothing happens.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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squippy360 · 11 months

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Hi. Is it alright for incubus reader x stucky nsfw 😊

Steve Rogers x Incubus!Male reader x Bucky Barnes

(CW: Tentacles, overstimulation, piss kink(???), based off this, :D)

"Buck…? Please come to bed." Steve softly called out. Bucky had just come out of the shower and was quietly rummaging around the room to get ready for bed, waking Steve up in the process. "Don't worry, Stevie. I'll be there soon. Give me a minute." Bucky's gruff yet gentle whispered to him. Steve whined and flopped back down. Soon after that, he felt the bed move slightly as Bucky crawled into the bed with Steve.

Steve smiled and let Bucky lean into his arms. He cuddled him close and petted his hair softly.

"Good night, My love." Bucky whispered before sleep took us.

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A hand reached out and touched Steve's face, stroking his thumb against his cheek softly. Steven stirred and whined out Bucky's name.

"Wake up, baby~ C'mon, let me see those pretty blue eyes." The voice whispered in Steve's ear. Both males let out a groan and slowly opened their eyes, looking around for the source of the noise.

"Right here, my pretty little boys~" The deep, sickly sweet voice sent a shiver down their spines like thick honey was being poured down their back.

"M-M/n? What are you doing here? We thought you left to travel for your job?" Bucky mumbled.

"I'm done already and came back to see my pretty little boys~ I could practically feel your neediness from all the way across the world." You smirked and slowly pulled the blanket down. Their eyes became cloudy and desperate as they squirmed under your gaze. Tentacles slithered out of your back and slowly slithered closer to them, tugging and ripping their clothes off to reveal their flushed body.

"I know why guys like you tend to specifically ask for me. You’re curious about my talents aren’t you?" You growled deeply at them. They whined as you pinned their arms away from their body. You chuckled at their embarrassment.

"Aw, don't be shy about it. You want to know what it would feel like to be fucked by several tentacles simultaneously don’t you? We've done it before but not with both of you present." You smirked maliciously as their clocks twitched against their stomach. "Please…!" They whined, embarrassed and red-faced.

"You can say my tongue counts as one of my tentacles… It’s long and slippery like one haha… Mmmf… Oh you want me to slide my tongue down your throat do you? Well who am I to say no to that, hmm?" Your tentacle held Bucky's face as you roughly kissed him back, your tongue fucking his throat as he squirmed and moaned. "Oof you’re choking on it a bit. Surely you can take it further than that can’t you? Mmm your tight little throat is spasming around my tongue… That feels so good." You groaned in his ear.

Steve watched with wide eyes as the tentacles groped and stroked his most sensitive spots. He let out a high pitched moan as the tentacles brushed over his nipples. "Oh- M/n! Don't…ngh…pinch them! They're too sensitive- M/n!" Steve moaned mindlessly. You teased Bucky with your tongue, your hands moving down to his pecs and squeezing them. You pulled away from the kiss, smirking at the man's red face.

"Please! Put it in already! I can't…" Bucky begged, his pleas slowly defending into desperate sobs as the tentacles edged him further. "Such pretty little pets~" You spoke, pulling them further into your lustful trance.

"Since you've been so good, I'll be sure to fuck you til you pass out~" You grinned and the tentacles quickly made their way south and penetrated both of their bodies.

They arch their backs simultaneously and cried out, their cheeks tear-stained and wet. "YES! YES!" They sobbed loudly. You kicked your pants off and pulled Steve's hips close to you. You gripped the back of his thighs and pushed your cock in with the tentacles. "Oh fuck…" You groaned.

Steve's eyes rolled back and more pleasure tears ran down his face. "M/n~ M/n~ M/n- Mph!" Steve moaned out before a tentacle was forced down his throat. He sucked on it softly as it moved in and out of his mouth. Bucky released auffled yelp as he was lifted off the ground by the tentacles and suspended in the air.

He was fully exposed and vulnerable as the tentacles buried themselves deeper into Bucky's insides. Tentacle suckers wrapped themselves around his nipples and cock, shocking softly. "OHHHHHHH NNNNGHHHH!" Bucky cried out and came. You licked your lips. "So fucking tasty." You grinned and rammed harder into Steve. His tummy was covered in cum and other liquids he couldn't hold. Tears dampened the sheets under both of them. Nothing but whimpers and whines escaped Steve's lips. "N-No…can't…no more…" He cried desperately.

His eyes rolled back a final time as he shuddered and dry orgasmed before passing out. Bucky moaned helplessly, begging to be let go. You gently placed him on the bed and removed all the tentacles and pulled out of Steve. They both curled up into each other, sweaty and tired. You cooed at them softly and quickly cleaned them up with a rag before snapping my fingers to change the sheets under them.

You curled up to both of them, not tired enough to sleep and instead just settled on petting their hair and holding them comfortably close.

(Next up: uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh-)

#avengers x male reader #x male reader #male reader #marvel x male reader #captain america x male reader #stucky x male reader #steve rogers x male reader #bucky barnes x male reader

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thornsnvultures · 1 year

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monuments and melodies

bucky barnes x plus size!reader

summary: bucky keeps a photo of you with him at all times.

words: 467 || written for @buckybarnesevents connect 4 juneiverse event!

prompt: incubus || I may have cheated a little bit but this blurb is based on the incubus song "monuments and melodies" (hence the title). It's the first thing that came to mind and the lyrics felt so perfect, I had to write a little something around it. I'll probably do an actual incubus fic later on lol

cw: a bit of angst, just a touch. bucky being a sweet bean.

What feels like a lifetime ago, Bucky would've teased Steve for the cardinal sin of caring too much about the broad living in his pocket. Back when he was young and hungry for praise, always looking for someone soft and warm to keep his mind off the horror of honoring his country. Having a one track mind was a nail in the coffin.

Steve was always a romantic, though. Now it was his turn to nag Bucky about the flimsy printout he had tucked away in the folds of his suit. Bucky had accidentally broken too many phones to keep you on his background permanently like he wanted.

"Should get you a locket for that thing. It's falling apart."

Bucky looked up from the mess of scotch tape in his hands, practically growling at his friend.

There was a tear at the bottom edge. His own stupid fault for tucking one of his many knives away in the same spot he hid you close to his ribs.

Steve throws up his hands and shoots Bucky a winsome smile. No harm, no foul. Like Bucky hasn't already thought of wearing you around his neck, a heavy reminder hanging over his heart.

It would make sense. You, hanging there next to his dog tags to tell the world who he was when he's gone.

Bucky goes back to his task, finally getting the right length of tape so the rip doesn't follow its path up and across your pretty face.

Steve finally turns off the light filling the small safehouse bedroom and settles in with his back to Bucky. The punk took a hit to his left side earlier that day and is trying to pretend like it doesn't hurt when his body isn't constantly trying to stitch itself back together.

Bucky peels off his shirt and his uniform pants and sits for a moment, running a finger down your face frozen in time.

"I want you the way you are. The way you are, James."

Bucky feels the ghost of your fingers dance across his chest. His tags clink with the shuddering breath he takes.

He closes his eyes and he can feel you, standing between his legs where he sat at the end of your bed. Your lithe fingers dancing over the expanse of his chest. Your skin was warm when he pulled you closer by the backs of your plush thighs. You, the only track the train of his mind can run on. Everything leads back to you. Every mission, every scar, every second of his past brought him to you.

He can hear your voice, a beautiful melody ringing in his ears that lulls him to sleep when he finally lays his head down to rest.

"I love you. Just the way you are, James."

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havensins · 2 years

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@ masterlist.

navigation.

━━ fics & whathaveyou.

tony stark.

tony stark & intern!reader

tony stark x jealous!m!reader

steve rogers.

steve rogers pwp

steve’s first time being submissive

steve rogers x poc!reader headcanons

steve rogers x m!reader (enemies? to lovers)

bucky barnes.

soft sub!bucky x dom!reader

sub!bucky x dom!reader

stephen strange.

stephen strange & m!reader headcanons

bratty!stephen strange x dom!reader

thor odinson

sub!thor x m!reader

thor x dom!m!reader (personal favorite)

peter parker

peter parker x symbiote!m!reader

misc.

bruce wayne x m!reader cafe au

lucifer morningstar x male reader

━━ drabbles & whatnot.

tony stark.

tony trying to dom / powerbottom

breeding w/ tony

fingering ftm!tony in public

thigh riding with bratty ftm!tony

exhibitionism and public indecency with tony

pillow princess tony

tony surprising you with lingerie

steve rogers.

fucking steve dumb

free use & steve (mentions of avengers x steve)

sentimental sex with steve

1940s soldier!steve

pre-serum steve with a praise kink

dumbification with pre-serum steve

exhibitionist steve

oral with pre-serum steve, bucky watches

fucking steve’s pecs + feminization

breeding and degrading steve

hair pulling with bratty!steve

bucky barnes.

bucky + comfort sex

oral with ftmbucky

overstimulating bucky after a nightmare

jealousy and ftm!bucky (personal favorite)

somnophilia & dub-con with bucky

steven grant + marc spector.

insecure ftm!steve grant

ftm!steven grant

more ftm steven

thigh fucking marc spector

face sitting with ftm!steven

stephen strange.

bratty ftm stephen

incubus? reader & stephen strange.

thor odinson.

submissive thor

ftm thor

needy thor wanting your attention

free use & thor

loki laufeyson.

pillow princess ftm loki, extremely mild

loki cumming from having his hair pulled

ftm loki riding you & squirting

thigh riding with ftm bratty loki

sam wilson.

rimming sam wilson

sam wilson + captain kink & praise kink

peter parker.

pushing peter to his limits with overstim

choking peter parker

rimming peter parker

teasing & fingering ftm!peter parker

eating out ftm!peter

peter wanting you to take aggression out on him

exhibitionism? with peter

ftm!peter with a size kink

cockwarming, dumbification, daddy kink, and feminization with peter

jerking peter off where the other avengers can hear

wanda maximoff.

making wanda touch herself as punishment

miguel o’hara.

exhibitionism & breeding with miguel

miguel who goes into subspace when praised

sub miguel with overstim, praise kink, & biting

breeding ftm miguel

giving miguel head while he’s at hq

enemies to casual hookups with miguel

miguel riding you

hobie brown.

fucking hobie dumb

misc / multi character.

bucky & miguel for your birthday

tony, bucky, and steve in subspace + aftercare

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navybrat817 · 7 months

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Navy's Trick or Treat Nonsense

As you lovelies know, October is a time for tricks, treats, and more. While I don't have anything planned for Kinktober, I do have some nonsense in mind. Still with me?

Similar to my Naughty & Nice Nonsense, I plan to share various one-shots and ficlets throughout the month of October. Each pairing will be revealed on the day I post and shared on my sideblog, @navybrat817-sideblog. It may be dark, fluffy, smutty, or a combination of things. It may be 500 words or over 3k. It may incorporate an Autumn or a Halloween theme. Who knows? It's nonsense! 😂

In fact, I'm calling it Navy's Trick or Treat Nonsense! I'll be using that as a tag, so feel free to filter if you don't wish to see these fics. Moodboard and banner by yours truly. Divider by the lovely @firefly-graphics. Enjoy! 🧡

🎃 - 10/3 - Within You (Soft!Dark Bucky Barnes x Reader)

🎃 - 10/6 - Easy as Pie (Andy Barber x Reader)

🎃 - 10/9 - How Far Down (Mickey Henry x Reader)

🎃 - 10/12 - Rules and Chaos (Tattoo Artist!Bucky Barnes x Reader)

🎃 - 10/15 - The Red Woods (Lumberjack!Steve Rogers x Reader)

🎃 - 10/18 - Teacher's Pet (Roommate!Bucky Barnes x Reader)

🎃 - 10/21 - Hollow (Mob!Bucky Barnes x Reader)

🎃 - 10/24 - See Through You (Dark!Nick Fowler x Reader)

🎃 - 10/27 - Jump Scare (Motocross!Bucky Barnes x Reader)

🎃 - 10/30 - Mission Report (Incubus!Bucky Barnes x Reader x Incubus!Steve Rogers)

Love and thanks to you lovelies for the support. 🧡

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tharros-auris-black-asimi · 2 years

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Crime of passion (Chapter 3)

Pairing: Dark Incubus Bucky Barnes x Female Half-Cetus Reader

Summary: It's a normal day in the life of the incubus Bucky Barnes and his girlfriend— you.

... Or is it?

Chapter Warnings: An aftermath of an attack, hospitalization, coven clan meetings, Dark!Bucky, revenge, murder

Additional Notes: Hello everyone! This chapter was a bitch to edit. 9k words... never again. I'm never doing it a second time. Clearly, I word-vomited again. But nevertheless, I hope you all enjoy!

As always, if you'd like to read this chapter on my AO3 and show it some love over there, you can read it here.

Word Count: 9497

Bucky. Come home, please.

Your words suddenly rang in his mind.

It made him stop in his tracks. It made him stop completely, in order to grasp what the hell just happened.

You had spoken to him.

You had spoken to him in his mind.

It had caused Bucky to call Helmut to come with him to the apartment together.

Which was where they were headed now. Having gotten to your apartment complex, the two men hurried up the staircase to the fifth floor. Already, people were opening their doors and looking at him.

“Jimmy sweetie,” one of the elderly women said to him.

Bucky’s eyes darted to her.

“I dunno what happened in there baby, but I called the police. They should be arrivin’ soon.” She told him.

“Thank you, ma’am,” Bucky spoke in a relieved tone.

Still, that didn’t quell his jumpy nerves when she bid him goodnight and closed her door.

Because for the first time in his life, Bucky was terrified. He was truly and utterly terrified.

His heart had caught in his chest and lurched upward in his throat when he finally managed to open the front door of the apartment.

Only to come home to see the place that he had made home with you in disarray.

Dread had him in a chokehold as he took in the current state of the apartment.

The couch and coffee table hadn’t been touched. The small living room was still in tip-top shape.

Luckily, there was no glass on the floor either. Being that anything that was glass was either stored away in the cupboards and the cabinets or washed on the dish wrack.

The hallway however, was where the damage had been done the most.

Not that everything else in the apartment was in good order either.

There was water everywhere. As Bucky glanced around, he noticed the leaking beginning from the pipes underneath the sink in the bathroom.

At the beginning of the hallway, was your ex.

Never had Bucky rushed over so quickly. He didn’t even fly over to make his life easier. In his panic, he had dropped his glamour completely. His tail was seen by Helmut, desperately and frantically swishing around in horror.

Never had he rushed over to you so quickly, or got on his knees so quickly either.

You were laying down sideways on the floor at the end of the hallway, your body completely wet. The water, mixed in with the blood-soaked through your tank top and sweatpants.

You looked so frail. So tiny. Bucky didn’t have the heart to pick you up, in fear that he could crush you. His hands were shaking when he managed to muster up the courage to pick you up off of the floor.

Luckily for him, you were unconscious. He could still feel and hear your heartbeat.

Thump. Thump. Thump. Thump.

You were alive.

Never had Bucky ever had been grateful to hear your heartbeat. Your head lolled against his shoulder.

“James,” Helmut’s raspy voice pulled him out of his thoughts. He turned to look at the werewolf.

Except, Helmut wasn’t looking at him.

He was looking at the other body that also currently was occupying the hallway.

Your ex was still sprawled on the floor, face-forward on the hardwood floor.

Water was still leaking from the hallway that led to the bathroom. If he didn’t call a plumber in the next few days, he was sure the two of you wouldn’t be able to live in this apartment for a bit.

Blood was splattered all over the floor, even some had gotten onto the walls, and it made Bucky sick to his stomach. Even without Helmut telling him whose blood it was, he knew for a fact that most of it were your ex’s. Some of it was yours too, he knew that much. No being a werewolf and having enhanced senses needed.

Although, judging by the scratches and the scalds he could see on your ex, you had done quite a number on him.

Wait… scalds?

“Helmut, look at this.”

It had caught the brunet man’s attention. The soft thud of footsteps made Bucky aware that Helmut had heard him. Enough to walk over to his companion, anyway.

Helmut had smelled the blood. The blood and water. Although, because of the water, the smell of the blood was a little diluted.

He was already regretting not wearing boots. The water smack smack smacked and sloshed underneath his shoes. The detective was also pretty sure that the water would seep and soak through his shoes eventually. Mixed in with the blood that made the floors a tinted red color, that didn’t spell good for anybody.

Including him.

“Look at those scalds. Those can’t be normal. What could’ve caused those?” said Bucky, looking at the burns intently. Even though he wasn’t a detective, far from it, he knew to trust his gut feeling.

Helmut was floored.

Those scalds didn’t look all that terrible. He deduced that those scalds could only have been created by the water. Water, when extremely hot could scald and blister the skin. They hurt far more than fire because even though fire burned the skin badly, unlike scalds from boiling water, did not cause deep tissue damage as the water did. Even though scalds only could damage layers of skin, if you got scalded pretty badly enough, it could be just as bad as a third-degree burn.

Basically, if you got scalded, it was worse than getting burned.

And judging on the scalds your ex got, Helmut was pretty positive that your ex was indeed, still somewhat alive.

Somewhat.

Barely clinging to his pathetic life if you had been angrier, he assumed.

He also guessed that your scalds hadn’t been all that life-threatening. They had been hot, yes, but not hot enough to take the bitch out.

“How could have the water gotten that hot? I do not recall you telling me anything extraordinary about her,” Helmut remarked lightly.

Bucky was quick to rebuttal.

“What, you think she caused this?” he hissed at him. “How could she have caused this?”

“James. The man was human. I smelled nothing different about him when I managed to grab a DNA sample from the forensic science lab a month ago. He was nothing but plain. No monster or creature DNA of the sort.”

“But your lover…” his gaze had turned back to your unconscious form.

Even now, he could smell it.

Helmut had never told Bucky about the difference in your scent. Being that Bucky was an incubus, Helmut could guess that was probably why he had never figured it out. Demons weren’t really all that known to have a good sense of smell. That didn’t come with their mantra.

You had always smelled different to him. Ever since you had stepped foot into his home with Bucky, you had this distinct smell to you. Something that lurked and lingered underneath the surface, just waiting. A soft thrumming that was desperately itching to come out. Like it had been something that had been sealed away. A bird trapped in a cage that was fighting to get out.

Being a detective and the Head of a Pack, Helmut had met or either worked with people who dealt in magic. Sealing magic was something that wasn’t necessarily forbidden per se, but it wasn’t a common practice that people did anymore. It had garnered a negative stigma attached to it over time because sealing magic had been used to seal away dark magic. Dark artifacts. Warding or sealing away any dark or evil spirits. Things like that.

So why pray tell, had he smelled something that had been sealed away from you?

From what he had heard from James, you were normal. You were human. He could quite see that you were human. You weren’t wearing any glamour of any kind on you that could possibly hint to you being half-monster or half-creature. None. Nothing of the sort. Nada.

So why did you smell different?

There could have been no else that could have caused the flooding in the apartment. The perpetrator had been normal as a fly.

That left only you.

“… Ever since the two of you stepped foot into my home,” Helmut began to speak. “I noticed that she did not smell… right. She did not smell normal. Like my nurse friend. My nurse friend smells normal. She smells completely and utterly human. Your partner… did not.”

“Then what does she smell like to you?”

And it wasn’t that Bucky was completely on the train of that you weren’t human.

Because he wasn’t.

He wasn’t fully convinced.

Not yet.

“She smells like a former sexual assault victim I dealt with a while back. It was a domestic violence case. She had come to the station, to file a report against her husband, who was a Cetus like her. Their marriage was already a tremulous one, but one night during a time of sexual activity, he had crossed the line. She filed for a restraining order once their divorce was settled.” He explained to the incubus carefully.

“And… you think my girl’s a Cetus? Or half, at least?” Bucky questioned him. Choosing to keep his tone neutral, because he still was in the very neutral camp about this whole thing.

“I wouldn’t rule it out as a possibility,” Helmut responded lightly.

Well.

That wasn’t making him feel any better.

Not at all.

At the hospital, much later…

Bucky hadn’t wanted to take you to the hospital.

He really hadn’t.

Bucky hated hospitals. Ever since Becca, his younger sister had been hospitalized once for an injury, Bucky was always so antsy with hospitals. Adding on the fact that when he had been a young demon, he got sick every year. Every year until he had been around nine years old, he had been spending his time at the hospital.

So needless to say, he was not at all excited when Helmut had brought up the idea.

But Helmut had assured him, told him that nothing bad would happen.

Anya and Helmut’s nurse friend had been on call. Anya, who was a Fae and his cousin Jefferson’s second wife. She had made sure to quell his nerves and make him feel better about the entire situation.

“She’s in a steady condition right now. Just let her sleep.” The blonde-haired Fae told him softly and as gently as she could when Bucky had been allowed to be with you in a room.

A nod coming from her cousin-in-law made Anya offer him some sort of smile before she left the room.

Outside in the halls, a certain human nurse had been making her rounds.

She had been working at the hospital that she had worked at for years. It would be

Her usual shift too.

Just about to pull out her phone so that she could get her usual order from Starbucks, with three shots of espresso, she suddenly saw it.

A certain Helmut Zemo, with her signature drink in his hand.

Her usual order from Starbucks, complete with three shots of espresso. Just the way she liked it.

She raised an eyebrow. A look of complete skepticism on her face. Cause yeah, she was the slightest bit skeptical of him.

Especially when he was getting up to no good again.

“You got me my drink?” She asked him curiously, procuring said drink from his hands. Raising the plastic cup to her lips, she drank from the straw, sighing softly in relief when she felt the caffeine kicking in.

Yup. Just the way she liked it.

“I did.”

A soft humming noise came from her in consideration as she took another sip of her drink.

Caffeine always made her feel better.

Even now, she could feel herself getting more energy.

Coffee was the nectar of the Gods.

Seriously.

“Have lunch with me.”

Once again, she looked up.

Also once again, she was raising an eyebrow. Oh yeah, she was giving all her eyebrow game today. And it wasn’t even the afternoon yet.

Then, she let out a sigh.

“Helmut. I can’t. You know how my shifts get. I’m dead tired. I can’t do lunch.” she stated in an exasperated tone.

“Then just stay at my home. You’re always welcome.” Helmut insisted, not quite ready to give up just yet.

She continued to judge him. “Are you sure Veronika won’t mind?” She pressed on.

At the foremention of his niece, Helmut might have grimaced. Just the slightest bit. “Veronika will be at school. Besides, she likes you very much. You two can watch that Regency show you two love on Netflix.”

Oh, now he was bargaining with her.

Smart.

He was trying to get under her skin. If he was, it was certainly working.

Any mention of Bridgerton caught her interest.

“Alright. I’ll stay at your place. But just for today.” That was all she settled with.

And just like that, Helmut Zemo was the happiest werewolf on earth.

You were dreaming.

You didn’t know how you had started to dream, but you had.

Bucky had somehow managed to crawl into the damn hospital bed with you, his wings wrapped around you. As well as his arms.

He had decided fuck all with his glamour, choosing to keep it down. This was a whole new different situation.

He simply just didn’t care anymore.

But back to your dream.

You suddenly fell back down into your old bedroom.

Back into the old home that you had shared with your mother.

Except… it looked different.

Your old bed wasn’t there anymore. Gone was your twin-sized bed with the familiar-looking pastel comforter.

Instead, there was a crib.

A crib?

You were confused now.

As you began to walk out of your bedroom and into the hallway, you started to hear voices.

“… no. I’m not doing that. That’s my baby you’re talking about.” A woman’s voice rang out from the kitchen. Even though her back was turned from you, you knew exactly who it was.

And when she turned around, you could admit you were a bit surprised.

A younger, more youthful-looking version of your mother was looking at you. If she could see you, then she said nothing. Because just then, she turned back to argue with the man in front of her.

“Our baby,” corrected the man.

Our baby?

The surprise showed all over your face.

You had never seen your father all that much in your childhood. Sure, you might have seen him a few times here and there, but after your parent’s divorce, you never saw him again.

Even now, your memory of him was spotty.

So it surprised you when you actually laid your eyes on him.

You had not gotten your looks from your father, that was for sure.

But you had gotten your hair from him. That was the one thing you were certain about.

“No!” shrieked your mother. It had been enough for you to nearly jump out of your skin.

And sure, you had seen your mother angry before.

Never like this though.

Never like this.

Never had you seen her this angry. Never had you seen her do what she did just then. She slapped your father across his face, her eyes brimming with anger and grief. “You took her away from me,” she seethed right through her teeth. “You took her away and sealed her other part of herself without my permission!” She continued to berate your father, punching his bicep.

“You know people wouldn’t have cared if she was half-monster! What do you think will happen? She will snap one day. She will snap and it will be over for her.” Your mother lamented.

“Which is why sealing it would help,” Was your father’s snappy retort. Your mother just scoffed at him.

“Sealing it will not help. The seal will break. She will be in danger. Then what? What will you do? Take her to your laboratory to be tested and probed on like an animal?” She challenged him. “You know I would never allow it to come to that extent.” His crisp reply had your mother narrowing her eyes, something you had picked up from her.

“But that doesn’t mean you’ll rule it out, won’t you? You’ll keep that as an alternative. The last resort if your kind master asks you to. And you’ll bow to his every whim because you’re a coward. You’re weak. You’d give up your own daughter to be a pawn to your dearest master’s needs.” Your mother sneered.

“Do not speak of what you don’t know,” came your father’s hissed response.

“I am not clueless. I know of what I speak of. No one knows you better than me. No one will ever know that you sealed away her powers except for me. I. Am. Her. Mother.” The woman spoke and enunciated her last three words carefully, wielding them like they were her weapons. Her swords.

Clearly, they had done their damage. Your father visibly flinched back as your mother tilted her head to the side as if challenging him to do any further damage.

“Now get the fuck out of my house.”

You woke up with a gasp.

The heart rate monitors that you were hooked up to started to beep beep beep rapidly as the dream sunk in for you.

When you had been young, your mother said that your father had abandoned you as a child. That he had and quote, “fucked off and your mother had never seen him ever again.”

Your mother had lied to you.

She had lied to you.

Your father had not abandoned you.

Your father had not walked out of your life, never to be seen again.

Your mother had banished him from your lives altogether.

Your mother had banished your father from ever contacting the two of you because he had sealed away a part of you. A part of you that you never knew had existed.

And now, it had been awakened.

Your mother had been right. The seal had not worked. The seal was gone. You were no longer human. You were different now.

Bucky heard you wake up. He had heard your gasp.

“Milaya?” asked Bucky worriedly.

You had begun to weep. You had started to sob into his shirt.

“She lied to me,” you sobbed into his shoulder.

“My mother lied to me, Sasha. She always said I was human. That I wasn’t different. But I am! I’m different, Sasha. I’m different. I’m different. My father would have handed me over to be tested. He didn’t care for my safety,” you cried.

The realization sank into him.

Helmut had been right.

The damn werewolf had been right.

You… you were not fully human.

And somehow, Bucky did not mind.

He didn’t mind one bit.

As your monster boyfriend comforted you, whispered soothing things in your ear, assuring you that he still was very much in love with you and that would never change, thoughts rolled around in his head.

It seemed that he would need further assistance.

Bucky would need to contact his cousins.

A few weeks later, at an unknown place deep in the woods in Ipswich, Massachusetts…

“James, I don’t know why you asked us here.”

Leader of the Ipswich Pack and the Head Warlock of the Ipswich Clan, Chase Collins leaned back into his chair.

Adelaide Everly Lee-Kane Collins, his wife, his Mate, and the Head Witch of the Kane Coven even pursed her lips.

“Really Jimmy,” huffed Chase. “Did you have to ask everyone to come? Not everyone is as talented as Adela and I.”

“Oh fuck you,” snapped Pouge. Glaring at his brother-in-arms, Chase’s eyes flashed from his blue to a pure black. Adela simply whacked the back of her husband’s head in retaliation for his pettiness.

“Ow!”

Eye rolling.

Eye-rolling was all Bucky had to say in response to that.

“Your covens are pretty powerful. You’re both Head Warlock and Witch of your covens. I thought you all could help me.” Bucky said, his tone even.

“And any suggestions from everyone else,” Bucky was quick to add. Just to make sure he didn’t offend anyone.

“He has manners,” Amanda, the blonde Witch from the Kane coven remarked.

“And he’s attractive,” piped up Ophelia. The brunette looked at Bucky, grinning.

“Thank… you…?” Was all Bucky offered awkwardly.

“Sisters, please,” interjected Adela in an exasperated tone.

The two witches just giggled like they were teenage girls again.

“Right, cousin. You mentioned something about sealing magic?” Chase was quick to get back on track. Back on topic. The grey-blue-eyed man saw his cousin give a nod quickly.

“Yes. My girlfriend— she mentioned something about a seal.”

“Oh, he’s taken?” Ophelia gasped.

“How very unfortunate,” Lani, another one of Adela’s Sisters nodded in solemn agreement.

“Sisters,” Adela was quick to growl his disapproval this time.

“Our apologies, Sister. Go on, James.” Heather, another one of the Kane Coven members butt in.

Nervously clearing his throat, Bucky quickly went on with his explanation.

“She said she had a dream about it. She landed in her childhood room and found her parents arguing over her seal. According to her, it looked like her father had sealed off her creature part of her away without telling her mother about it. To help her blend in, so to speak.”

His cousin’s explanation made Chase tilt his head in consideration.

Hybrid children weren’t uncommon. He and Adela were prime examples of hybrid children. They were both half dragon-shifters, as well as being half warlock and witch, respectively.

“But why would she need to blend in? Hybrid children aren’t uncommon.” Caleb Danvers, Chase’s second-in-command was quick to voice his opinion.

A collective murmur of agreement brushed over the room as the two covens agreed.

“She…” Bucky moved uncomfortably in his chair. He looked almost squeamish. “She mentioned her mother telling her father about his ‘master.’ I assumed he,” a cough, “—her father,” he quickly corrected himself. “… was a part of some cult.”

“Perhaps she was going to be some sort of sacrifice,” Tyler Simmons, the youngest member of the Ipswich coven piped up.

“But she is only half-human,” Adela said as a counterargument.

“It is possible her creature, or monster side is more dominant than her human side, dove,” Chase argued gently.

Adela just pursed her lips again. The Laotian woman sitting on that. She even leaned back in her chair.

Silence stretched over after that.

Bucky started to grow nervous. His tail, which had been present, started to swish in nervousness, catching onto the tense emotions of its master.

Then, both covens began to speak back and forth. The voices started to overlap, which only further continued to stress the incubus.

Briefly, just to himself, wondered just how you were doing. You were currently still back in New York, taking a break from work due to your current condition. You were staying at Yelena’s because Bucky didn’t trust you staying at the apartment. And besides, it was in need of repair. The pipes in the bathroom were still busted.

So the two of you were staying at Yelena’s house for the time being.

The noise becoming too much, Bucky quickly covered his ears.

Something that Chase caught onto.

“We will continue this discussion at a later date. This meeting is adjourned,” Chase announced.

As the two covens continued to bicker and fight after that announcement, Bucky slumped deeper into his chair, his embarrassment forgotten.

He really wished you were here.

A couple of days later...

“So, wait… let me get this straight Sasha.”

You were still a little bit confused.

Bucky was supporting you while you walked along the dirt road to what you were told to be his cousin Chase’s house.

“You have five cousins?”

“Uh-huh,” nodded Bucky.

“And they’re all either creatures or monsters?” you inquired.

“Uh-huh,” said Bucky again.

“Are all of them married?”

You really were treating it like twenty questions.

“Jefferson, he’s the werewolf of our family. He’s married to his second wife. He’s got Grace, who’s his first kid from his first marriage. And then he’s got Maya from his second marriage. His second wife’s name is Anya. She’s a nurse. Remember when you were at the hospital?”

You gave him an affirmative nod.

“She was one of the nurses on-call.”

“Ohhhhh,” you were nodding again.

Your nods encouraged him to go on.

And so he did.

“Chase Collins— he’s half dragon-shifter and warlock. He’s got a wife named Adela, and she’s a dragon-shifter and a witch too. They’re actually the Heads of their Covens.” Bucky hummed.

“Those two were the ones you… had an audience with, right? About the…” you trailed off. Feeling a little bit uncomfortable.

“Yeah,” his voice was soft.

“And then there’s Lance,” he continued swiftly. Wanting to revert back to the subject. “He’s married to Nera. I don’t know how they work, but they work. She should get the Noble Peace Prize for dealing with him, seriously. I’ve never met anyone who could out argue him… except Nera. She keeps him under a leash,” he said with a shrug.

You just let out a snort. “She keeps him under a leash, huh? Someone should definitely give her the Noble Peace Prize then.”

The two of you walked up to a modestly, decently-sized-looking house. It reminded you of the cozy cottage from Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs.

Knocking on the door two times, Bucky waited.

Sounds of footsteps running to the door echoed a few seconds later.

And then suddenly the door was swung open after whoever was on the other side managed to unlock the locks.

“Uncle Jaime!” Two voices cried out.

A boy and a girl, you noticed. They clearly took from both of their parents, looking half-white and half-Asian. You could tell the Asian side of the family by the eyes. They were big but slanted. Their broad noses too. And they were tan. Not deeply tan, like some of the Asian kids you had seen playing volleyball as a young kid. But tan enough to indicate that they spent a sizable amount of time in the sun.

The little girl let out a gasp when she saw you. Her chestnut hair, the same as her brother flew everywhere. Her brown eyes widened in realization.

She cried out, speaking in a language you understood was an Asian language, although you couldn’t quite pinpoint what it was.

“Is this your girlfriend?” The little boy inquired of Bucky.

“In the flesh.” nodded Bucky seriously.

The little girl squealed in delight. “Uncle Jaime talks about you a lot! He says you’re the prettiest!” She announced to you in excitement.

You raised an eyebrow.

“The prettiest?” you pretended to look surprised. “Your Uncle Jaime thinks I’m the prettiest?”

“Yeah!” said the little girl enthusiastically. She even was nodding. You would have said something else, but you heard more footsteps rushing to the door.

“… Matilda! Erik! Get away from the door! Don’t bother your Uncle James and his girlfriend! To the woods, you two!”

Groans came from the two young children in dismay.

“But Mama!” the small boy’s voice came out in a complaining tone.

“No, Erik. You and your sister will go outside into the woods and help your father. That’s final.”

Adelaide Everly Lee-Kane Collins crossed her arms in what could only be explained as the mom stance. Looking at her two little children with a stern look on her face. Her dark hair was tied up to be up and away from her face, although there were strands that had escaped their torment and fell down on the sides of her face. She had been in the middle of beginning to bake when she had heard the doorbell ring at the door.

Besides, with her wearing a pastel dress that had a nice flowy material on the skirt, she couldn't go around chopping wood with her husband. Even though she wanted to.

She had a bunch of her husband’s family members to feed, after all.

Erik whined at her again before Matilda smacked his back. “C’mon Erik! You know everyone else is gonna be here soon, stupid!”

“Matilda. Do not call your brother stupid. Now go on, both of you.” She scolded. Erik was about to protest again, had it not been for Matilda grabbing his hand and practically dragging him out. The two children ran down to the back of the house, where the woods were. With her two children situated, Adela dusted off any flour that might have gotten on her apron and smiled at the both of you

“How are you feeling?” Adela asked kindly when she invited you and Bucky inside of the house. You and Bucky took off your shoes at the door.

The young woman was smiling at you. Her hair was tied up and her eyes were brown. Looking a little closer though, you noticed her eyes had gold flecks in them. Her eyes looked more like golden brown, now that you were noticing them more closely. Her golden tanned skin glowed.

Or maybe that was the highlighter she was wearing?

For a moment, you forgot what she was talking about.

And then, it clicked.

“I feel like I got run over by a bus.”

Adela laughed. “Well, I wouldn’t really know what that feels like. Being half-witch and half dragon and all,” she remarked. “Wait…” you trailed off. “Since you’re a witch and a dragon, does that mean you like… live in a cave and stuff? Like, do you hoard things too? Or is that just made-up bullshit?”

“No,” she shook her head, amused. “We do live near the woods. Just to keep to ourselves. That’s where you are now, exactly. But my husband and I— we do go into town when we need to buy groceries and things like that. And yes, we do hoard things. I like hoarding stones. My husband likes hoarding jewels. My little hatchlings— they haven’t begun to want to start hoarding things yet. They’re nine and eleven.” She explained to you lightly.

“How are they doing?” Bucky asked her, referencing the two young children who had just run out of the front door to said woods.

“Oh! They’re doing just fine. Mischievous some days, but they are well behaved. Don’t let Chase sway you different Jimmy, but he’s soft on the hatchlings. How do you think they pull as many pranks as they do?” Sending her cousin-in-law a wink with a twinkle in her eyes, you didn’t even try to hide the snort that came out of your mouth.

Eventually, pair by pair, all of the rest of Bucky’s cousins came.

First, it was Bucky’s cousin who was a vampire named Justin Capshaw. Justin had readjusted his glasses, giving your boyfriend a warm smile before greeting you. The human consort that he lived with who actually worked downstairs at Stark Industries with Bucky gave him a firm hug.

“Justin’s got me to thank for meetin’ his human consort,” Bucky boasted proudly to you. Justin openly rolled his eyes at him.

“I would have met her otherwise,” Justin offered as a counter.

“Yeah, maybe. I just sped it up.” retaliated Bucky with a shit-eating grin.

“Someone’s been spending far too much time around Lance,” Justin’s girlfriend remarked as she sipped at her soda.

“I haven’t seen him in months!” Bucky protested.

“You get your I’m-such-hot-shit attitude from him, cous.” Justin’s passing remark as he looked at his girlfriend with a smirk.

Justin’s lover giggled.

After Justin was Lance and Nera.

You could tell how Lance was different than everyone else in the family. Whereas Justin was quiet, Lance was not. Compared to his vampire cousin, Lance was loud. The raven-haired man, with his hair gelled back, took off his shades as soon as he got inside the house. He greeted Bucky with a fist bump, and politely shook your hand.

But his girlfriend.

Oh, she was your new favorite person in the whole wide world.

Nera Yang, or “Ira” as all her friends and family had nicknamed her, was a small Hmong bunny hybrid. Half-bunny, half-human. Her ears were actually bunny ears, and she even had a small nose. Her top lip was a little more upturned than everyone else’s. And like Chase and Adela’s kids, she was tanned too.

And Bucky was right about their dynamic. Cause as soon as Jefferson and Anya, along with their two girls came into the house, you saw their exchange in the kitchen.

"I told you we should've bought the drinks!" Came Nera's shriek from said kitchen.

"There are children here, bunny!" Lance's retort made Bucky roll his eyes. You could only stare at the bulky, beefy Minotaur and the much smaller Hmong petite bunny hybrid who were currently engaged in a bickering match in the kitchen.

"Yes. Non-alcoholic drinks. I don't drink. It's not like I can anyway," her hands came to gesture to her belly, which made you look surprised.

"She's pregnant?" You hissed to Bucky in Russian. Nera didn’t look like she was showing. And considering the height difference with Lance, it was laughable. She was tiny! And he was frigging tall. Huge.

Five months," Bucky muttered back to you. "Lance won't shut the fuck up about it. I swear, ever since Chase and Adela have been talkin' about helpin' Justin's girl get pregnant since vampires can't, it's like everyone's gotten damn baby fever around here."

"I wouldn't mind. Having a baby. If they're anything like you, I think I'll manage them just fine." You quipped. Bucky raised an eyebrow at you.

"Yeah?"

"Yeah. You're boring."

Your cackles following the horrified look on Bucky’s face distracted him from the fact that Grace, Jefferson’s first child with his former ex-wife Priscilla had come over, the little girl tugging you away by the hand.

She ignored Bucky’s pleas for you to come back too.

What could she say?

She was interested in you.

It had become a running gag in the family that Grace interrogated every new potential or already existing partner of her daddy’s cousins. Since Bucky and his cousins were just so darn well-knit together as a family, their kids formed some sort of club.

Said club was waiting in the little room that Chase and Adela had dedicated as Erik and Matilda's little playroom. A huge TV hung on the wall, complete with beanbags and what appeared to be a tea set with little chairs to match. Against the wall were toys in plastic boxes that were currently covered and put away.

“Where’s Auntie and Cassie?” One of the kids wondered. You noticed it was Matilda. The little girl had her hair tied in pigtails now, wearing a baby blue dress with a scoop neckline. The neckline had a lace pattern on it. And like all the rest of the kids, she wasn’t wearing any shoes in the house.

“Uncle Carter and Auntie got busy. So they’re coming later.” Grace answered for her. An affirmative noise coming from Matilda ushered her to carefully sit you down on the beanbag. Being extra extra careful, cause she could smell that you were still recovering.

Dragon senses and all that.

Erik even handed you a can of soda.

“Is this an interrogation? Are you interrogating me?” You asked innocently.

“Oh yes,” nodded Maya. The blonde-haired, half-werewolf, and half-Fae looked utterly serious.

“This is the kindest interrogation I’ve ever been in. You all should be detectives!” You announced.

All of the kids broke out into giggles.

“But back on topic!” Grace declared.

You nodded in her direction with all the seriousness.

“What are your plans for Uncle Jaime?” Grace questioned you.

“My plans for him? Well! I plan to put a nice lil ring on that left ring of his. And I plan to have kids with him. Babies. All the yucky stuff.” You answered her.

“Ewww! But boys have cooties!” cried out Matilda in protest.

“Uh-huh! It’s like Attack of the Cooties!” Maya agreed with her cousin. The brunette girl looked just as horrified.

“Yeah! But! We get another cousin!” Grace added hopefully.

“Can it be a boy?” Erik butted in. “I’m surrounded by girls! There are too many girls!” He wailed in dismay.

You laughed a little. “Well, it won’t be determined until much later. Your uncle and I can’t just choose to have a baby that’s a boy.”

“But…” Erik couldn’t help but whine.

“Tell ya what Erik,’ you got a little close. “If I ever find out I’m pregnant, you’ll be the first to know, okay?”

“Pinky swear?” Erik asked, his eyes wide. He even held out his pinky. You interlocked your own pinky with his, shaking on it.

“You betcha kiddo.”

Later that evening…

Bucky still hadn’t slept.

Something was nagging him in the back of his mind.

You however, oh you were knocked out like a light. Peacefully and softly snoring next to him, you were absolutely living your best life as you slept like a baby.

And he didn’t want to disturb you.

He did not.

But, it still didn’t quell the thoughts in his head.

Deep in his gut, Bucky knew there was something else that you hadn’t told him. Something that disturbed you deep to the core. And he knew he shouldn’t have done what he did, but he did it anyway.

He entered your dreams.

Before all of this, before his new relationship with you, back when you two had only been friends, Bucky had never told you.

All the way back when, in college, he could somehow have access to your dreams. When he had been younger, he didn’t understand how he could have done it. There was no possible way. It was unheard of. Uncommon.

Then, he had done his research.

It is possible for demons and humans to have a bond, Bucky had read once while doing his research in the library.

There, it had stumped him.

A bond? With you? But you were only a simple human!

Knowing what he knew now, it must have been the monster part of you that had been sealed away. Calling out to him. Begging to be noticed.

But in cases such as these, without a transfer of his blood to you, it was nearly impossible for a Bond to form. They weren’t necessarily ruled out as never, but they weren’t common. They were extremely rare.

Bucky had deduced that only a bond between the both of you had made such things like this possible. There was no other way he could go on to explain it. Hell, Bucky had even asked his mother. She had told him while she never knew people like them to have a bond with humans that didn’t require the human to drink their blood, she also said to not toss it aside. Winifred Barnes had advised him to definitely keep it in mind, but keep it as the last option.

The incubus knew of the term “fate” or “destiny” being thrown around, or even “soulmates”.

But neither of those words truly explained his connection to you. It was a connection that even he could not be able to describe fully in words.

You made him feel alive.

You made him feel like there was a meaning to his existence. That he was more than what he was.

Every day when you’d look at him, make a snide remark or comment, or give him the smallest touches, it stumped him. He would truly be at a loss for words. He was amazed, that you wanted to be with someone like him. He was amazed, that someone like you loved him with all you could give.

Words couldn’t explain.

Bucky had never believed in God, especially when he had gone to the St. Patrick’s Cathedral with you on that very Halloween night.

Okay, maybe he believed in God just a little bit.

You certainly looked like an angel that night. He knew that much.

But, back to your dreams.

Bucky fell down into your dreamscape.

For a split second, he didn’t know where he was.

… until the landscape around him began to change. It swirled around him like a whirlpool, before it had created your dream.

He was back at the apartment that he shared with you.

Dream You were standing near the door. He saw Dream You lock the door behind him, tossing your apartment keys in the ceramic plate that was on the little table near the door. Dream You also put your purse on the little hanger on the wooden rack that was hammered into the wall too.

And as soon as you fished out your text and shot him the text signifying that you had gotten home, you looked up from your phone quickly. Locking your phone, Dream You slipped it into your back pocket before you started to walk to the living room.

Just as you walked to the side of the couch, Bucky saw Dream You get attacked by something from behind. It smacked you right in the back of Dream You’s head.

Dream You let out a cry of surprise.

Dream You also let out a gasp as you suddenly fell onto the hardwood floor face first. He saw Dream You let out a grunt as you desperately crawled away from your attacker.

Worst of all, Bucky knew that he couldn’t do anything.

This was your dream. You had full control of your dreams. He could influence dreams and nightmares alike, but this was different. This was you reliving it. He needed to see it. He needed to see everything.

As Bucky stood in the corner, he saw that your ex wasn’t doing anything. When Helmut had told him how your ex had wasted no time in entrapping and kidnapping his victims, it had struck him as odd, how he just had stood there, watching you desperately cough and crawl away like a helpless animal.

All of a sudden, it dawned on him.

It dawned on him when your ex grabbed you by your ankles as Dream You screamed, clawing at the hardwood floors beneath you to try and not be dragged off.

Just seeing you being helplessly dragged off and screaming made Bucky want to vomit.

It made him sick to his stomach.

And just as that horrible sinking feeling had consumed him, you had turned your head around and your foot shot up, kicking your ex right in the knees.

An amazed look appeared on Bucky’s face as he saw your Dream Ex let out a surprised shout of pain, and you scrambled to get to your feet, going down the hall as quickly as you possibly could. Groaning and holding your head as you did so.

However, it was not enough.

You were not quick enough.

Because your Dream Ex immediately got up again, lunging for Dream You.

This time, however— Dream You was ready.

He caught it with his own two eyes.

Your chipped nails. They were getting a little long, so they had begun to chip. You kicked and screamed while your nails scratched at his face, one of your fingernails getting into his eye socket.

And he saw Dream You scratch at it. As hard as you could.

Bucky felt a huge immense of pride rush through him as a smirk fitted its way onto his face, seeing how your Dream Ex bellowed loudly in pain, and that had been enough for Dream You to manage to kick your Dream Ex off of you, before you got up with all the remaining strength you could muster.

Just when Bucky thought that your Dream Ex had finally decided to step down and call it a night, he got right back up, struggling a bit as he did so, and was coming for you again, just as you managed to stumble right down the hallway toward the bedroom that the two of you shared.

Dream You seemed to figure this out pretty quickly as Dream You whipped her head back.

“No!”

It had been the first word that he had heard you scream.

Just as you screamed out that one fatal word, the pipes in the bathroom exploded.

Water rushed out as it rose up. Probably as high as you. Nevertheless, it rose up and it shot right in your Dream Ex’s direction.

Smacking him right in the face, Bucky saw him scream and shout in pain as the water hissed. Scalding his skin and sending him right onto the floor. Right where he had found him.

He saw Dream You stand for a few more seconds before Dream You had crumbled to the floor, collapsing in the water sideways. Right where he had found you.

And then Bucky bounced.

You awoke with a sob. Almost immediately, you began to cry. Weep.

You sobbed while being embraced in his arms, looking visibly shaken.

“He’s still out there,” were your words through your sobs. “He’s still out there… even if he’s locked up… he’s still out there…”

He had never seen you as distraught as this before. Not until a few months ago, when everything had hit the nail on the head.

You looked so vulnerable.

You looked so scared.

“I’m scared, Sasha…” you hiccuped.

“I’m so scared…”

He held you and helped you cry it all out before you fell back asleep again. It seemed, with your sob fest, you had managed to conk yourself out.

Because when you had finished whispering your fears to him and fell back asleep, Bucky’s phone rang.

Upon checking the caller ID, he saw that it read Helmut Zemo.

Slowly and as silently as he possibly could, Bucky got out of bed and picked up his phone off of the table where he had been charging it.

Seeing that his battery percentage read one-hundred percent charged, he took out the plug and answered his phone.

“Hello?”

“James,” came Hemlut’s raspy tone from the other line. It was good that both men were having a discussion in Russian.

Cause this discussion in particular was not one that was going to be public. Nor was it one that was supposed to be heard by common ears.

No. Absolutely not.

“I have found some evidence in your lover’s ex’s phone that might be… interesting for you to know.”

Such words made Bucky pause. He quietly padded out of the guest bedroom where he was staying with you, heading downstairs. He knew for a fact that Yelena was fast asleep.

Heading downstairs, the incubus headed straight for the fire escape.

“Tell me.” his tone had turned soft.

“After your neighbor called the police to check out the rest of your apartment that you shared with your little lady friend…” Helmut began, “And when the police came to arrest your beau’s former lover, they found some incriminating evidence in his phone. Apparently, he was only using one phone. He was not using a burner phone.”

“And, he did not have a password.”

That made Bucky chortle. Opening the fire escape window, he slipped out easily. Gently closing it behind him, he sat on the stairs.

“What a fuckin’ dumbass,” were the only words to come out of his mouth.

Deep chuckling came from Helmut.

“It did not end there, James. When I looked through his phone, I… well. I could not bring myself to look. You must come and see it for yourself.” Helmut sounded testy. Like whatever he saw, or forbade himself to see was something he never wanted to see.

Like earlier, it made Bucky worried.

“Are you still at your office?”

With Bucky and Helmut…

Bucky was going to crush your ex’s phone.

He was going to crush it. Or he was going to throw it against the wall while being consumed by his fury.

He hadn’t even seen the video that your ex had captured but he knew that it wasn’t going to be good.

Deep breaths.

Just like how you told him.

“Take in deep breaths, Sasha. I don’t want to be dragging you out of there. It’s too much work,” Your words rang through his head.

It had been remembering those words that kept him from smashing the ex’s phone.

Clenching his jaw, Bucky’s grip on your ex’s phone did not loosen. It did not lighten. Instead, he grabbed his earbuds and put them in, clicking play on the video to rewatch it again.

The phone seemed to be propped up to the staircase outside.

Already, Bucky could feel that churning feeling in his stomach. And it wasn’t in a good way. Oh no.

This was the night before.

Like when he had found you in the apartment, dread pooled in his stomach again.

In the video was him on top of you, his tail keeping your arms restrained. He watched himself unzip his jeans and pull out his cock. He saw him speaking to you before he slammed it all the way in. Your mouth opened as he watched himself ruthlessly pummel himself into you. Fucking you until your mouth opened.

He knew. He had fucked you until you had screamed.

Even though there was no sound, it was odd. He felt like a voyeur, even if he knew it was just him and you.

It felt wrong.

All of this felt wrong.

Done with the video, he paused it and took out the earbuds from his ears.

“What did it contain, James?” Helmut asked him.

Bucky swallowed harshly. “A sex tape. He recorded us having sex.” Was his only reply.

Helmut Zemo felt sick to his stomach.

Of course, Helmut was not a good man. He fully would admit that.

But this?

To stoop this low?

To this atrocity?

Absolutely not.

“It explains why he attacked her the next night. Seeing me fuck her must have been the tipping point. She told me he never tried to make a move on her when they were dating. Must have been a bittersweet moment for him. He finally saw what it took to satisfy a woman.”

Helmut couldn’t help himself.

Letting out a loud snort, he missed the smug look on Bucky’s face.

However, deep inside of him, deep anger was brewing. Just remembering that you were peacefully sleeping alone made the glaring fact in front of him become all that clearer.

He theorized that this video must have been recorded in a fit of anger, but also blackmail for you. If you had been successfully kidnapped by him, Bucky realized that he might have used this video against you. To keep you in line. To keep you as far away from him as possible.

Now, now he really wished he could have crushed your ex’s phone.

“Do you think she’ll want to press charges?” Helmut asked him. To which Bucky shook his head no.

“No,” he answered him shortly. “She just… wants to be as far away from him as possible. I’m sure someone else will want to press charges, but I don’t think she will. But most murder cases end up being murder trails anyway, don’t they?”

“They do,” agreed Helmut. “Especially if it guarantees that he’ll be locked up for life.”

A groan came from Bucky.

“Where I’m from, we didn’t have to deal with this shit,” he grumbled. “They’d be given a punishment and that would be it. None of this trial crap.”

It got him to thinking.

It got him to think thoughts that no sane person would have ever thought to be possible.

Not from someone who wasn’t him, anyway.

“Go home, Helmut. I’ll take care of it.”

A raised eyebrow came from the other man. Or, werewolf in this case.

“Are you sure?”

Was he sure? Was he sure of what he was about to do?

You flashed before his eyes.

It had cemented his decision.

For you, he would do anything.

“Positive.”

“You know James if I wasn’t as enraged as you, I probably would’ve kicked you out already.”

Bucky just let out a very loud snort.

Said snort, he was reprimanded for because it was pretty loud.

Sheriff of the Metropolitan Correctional Center, Lee Bodecker gave his younger cousin a much unsavory look.

The chubby Orc didn’t look amused, unlike the incubus who was smirking at him.

Bucky really needed to stop spending time with Lance.

Lee swore to himself that the younger Minotaur really was a bad influence on him.

Or maybe it was because of your influence? Being married, he understood the feeling. He was married to a Nymph that had been involved in a sexual assault case with a preacher of a small church. Before a previous victim had taken the matters into her own hands and murdered the preacher himself, his wife had shot at the preacher in an effort to leave her alone. Because his wife, who he had just recently married at the time, had been the next target.

So when Lenora, a previous victim and a personal friend of his wife had taken matters into her own hands and murdered the preacher at gunpoint, the scandal had broken out. Luckily, due to good lawyers, Lenora had not been sent to jail. But she no longer attended church as a result.

In situations like these, Lee could understand what Bucky was about to do.

If the roles had been reversed and it had been him and his babydoll, then Lee probably would have done the same thing in a heartbeat.

Which was why he was allowing him to do this.

“You memorized the map?” he asked.

“Yeah,” was Bucky’s rough response.

“Remember which exit to take. Get in and out as quickly as possible. By the way, are you and your girlfriend free next Friday? Babydoll’s been askin’ if we should have a get-together. Since she and I missed the last one.” Lee said.

“I’ll make sure to ask,” Bucky gave him a nod.

Once he actually got inside the building, he did a mental map. He recounted all of the exits.

Not that he would need them, per se.

But he memorized them. He remembered them.

Just in case.

Concentrating, he focused before he found himself in the cell.

Unlike his younger sisters, he hadn’t been spared from the duties of torturing people. To spare his younger sisters the horror of seeing or having to torture people, he had stepped in. To shield them away from the horrors.

When he had gotten his job at Stark Industries, he wanted to use his skills for good. So that his hands would be doing a good service, instead of being stained with the screams and blood.

He tried. He tried. He tried so hard to try and be good. To have some hope that he wouldn’t have to kill another person.

But, here he was.

Red eyes watching as your ex slowly woke up. As if he knew that Bucky was there.

It wasn’t like the movies, where he woke up quickly. No. Your boyfriend just watched him lazily. Watching as your ex got up in a pathetic way of trying to protect himself.

His eyes were perfectly situated to see in the dark. He was a demon, after all. So it didn’t surprise him to see the scalds you had done on him, still there. Not as noticeable or as evident as before.

Still there nonetheless.

When he moved to strike, it was as if the ex hadn’t seen it coming.

All he could see were red eyes.

There was a thrill that thrummed in between his fingers when Bucky had landed his first blow on his stomach. He saw how the man’s breath had been knocked out of his lungs for a second.

Hit by hit, Bucky struck. Again and again.

He didn’t stop.

The dark-haired demon felt like he was possessed by something. As he delivered the blows, he swore he saw red.

He didn’t really know when he stopped hitting your sorry excuse of an ex.

Maybe when he knew that the other man had stopped fighting back. When he stopped moving. When he knew that the man was limp as a flimsy noodle.

That was when Bucky got up, focusing on using the shadows to get him out of there as quickly as possible.

When he reappeared right where he wanted to be in Yelena’s living room, he noticed the entire apartment was still silent. A quick walk-in through the hallway and checking on Yelena, seeing that the blonde-haired naga was still asleep, he went into the guest bedroom. Where you were still peacefully sleeping away, unaware of what he just did.

Far too deep into your dreamland, Bucky crawled back into bed with you.

“You’re my entire world,” he whispered into your ear.

“I love you so much.”

Somehow, someway, he saw the curves of your lips upturning into a smile.

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