The looks he gives you after you’ve just said yet another bratty thing 😵💫😵💫
Pairing: Demon Bucky x Reader
Word Count: 2.5K
Warnings: Public Sex sort of . Read it and you'll get it. Demon Bucky is 6'5" and tired of your mouth, possessive Bucky, praise kink, hint of crying kink, spanking, degradation kink, oral (fem receiving), smut, choking, demon au/magical elements. No minors.
A/N: This was supposed to be a 500 word drabble for a challenge so whoops.
You love riling him up. Bucky is always sexy, but when he’s angry and on the verge of snapping, he’s irresistible. Like tonight. You’re standing outside of your favorite restaurant, the cool autumn air sweeping across your ankles, but you don’t feel the chill, not with his heated glare warming your skin.
Bucky bites back a sneer, the muscles in his jaw twitching, he wonders if you know how hard he’s fighting the urge to wrap his hands around your neck and make you apologize. On your knees. Those pretty eyes on him while he fucks your throat.
Your sassy little mouth looks better when it’s full of his cock, anyway.
Bucky knows that this is his fault, he’s let you get away with too much. Ever since he rescued you from the foolish cult that tried to sacrifice you to Andy, the word ‘no’ vanished from his vocabulary. Much like the two of you did seconds before, Barber could get his claws on you.
His jaw tightens, eyes flashing a vibrant black at the memory of his girl on the shoddy altar, the other demons reaching for you. He dispels the image, clearing his head. No. You belong to him. And only him. Bucky would kill the devil himself to protect you.
Even if you’re a brat. One that’s currently skating on his very last nerve.
He blinks twice, remembering that he’s in public, his eyes fade back to your favorite shade of stormy blue.
How he lets you get away with so much, he’ll never understand. But you’re about to learn what happens when you push your demon too far.
Bucky tilts his head down, staring at you with one brow raised. “Stop it and we can still have a good night, little one. Cut the attitude, you know you’re just hungry.” His voice deepens to a near growl, “But first you’re going to apologize right now.”
Bucky is giving you a chance, a lifeline you really should accept, but neither of you are surprised when your mouth snaps open. “Or you’ll what?”
You glance around the crowded sidewalk, a cocky smirk flits across your face. He hides a smile, it’s cute how you think these frail humans could protect you from him. You step closer to him, your heels sliding between his combat boots and you grab his leather jacket, pulling him down to your face.
“You gonna show all these people your horns? Are you gonna spank me? Huh, Bucky?” Patting his bearded cheek, you ignore the flash of black consuming his blue eyes. “You’re not going to do a damn thing.”
His deep chuckle rumbles in his chest and you feel it vibrate on your skin. Your smirk slides off your face. He brushes his lips over yours, a soft chaste kiss. “Are you sure, little one?”
You study his face, a sliver of uncertainty slithering down your spine at his confident tone. No, he wouldn’t, it’s too risky, too many people around him. It’s why you waited until after you got out of the car to sass him.
Clearing your throat, you bolster up the courage to spit out. “You heard me, James.”
He cocks his head to the side, brows lifting to his hairline at the sound of his name on your pretty tongue. James is it? You know better.
Bucky places his large hands on your waist and pulls you even closer to his chest. “Dont say I didn’t warn you.”
You’re about to fire off another bratty retort when you feel it-him. His hands slide up under your skirt, dry warm rough palms moving up your legs. You glance down to see his hands firmly curved around your waist, but you feel his fingers massaging your inner thighs.
“What the fuck?” You mumble, mouth dropping open, forming an ‘O’, tilting your head back to stare up at him. “How?”
“You have no idea what I’m capable of doing to you, sweet girl.” His large hands-his other hands-spread your thighs apart, your heels pushing into his boots.
You glance around the street, the lights from the restaurant beaming down on you, casting a glow around your bodies, you see people eating through the floor-to-ceiling window next to you.
Bucky grabs your chin, turning your face back to his. He pulls your bottom lip down with the rough pad of his thumb. “But you’re about to learn,” he hums.
Something warm and wet slides across your pussy, swirling around your clit with precision. “Oh fuck,” you gasp, your nails dig into his wrist, the unexpected sparks of pleasure have you rocking back on your heels.
Another slow swipe, the sensation so familiar you instantly know it’s his tongue, the very one he’s dragging across his pink bottom lip as if he’s tasting you. But considering the way his eyes are smirking at you, maybe he is.
ohfuck
His tongue flickers over your clit, alternating between slow licks and soft pulls into what feels like his mouth. You bury your face in his chest, trying desperately to hold in the soft whimpers in your throat. Pressure building on itself, white-hot pleasure knotting tightly in your belly, his tongue viciously lashing through you.
Your hands grasp the front of his shirt, short huffs spilling from your lips. It feels amazing. The trepidation of knowing he’s tongue fucking you in the middle of a busy street enhances your high. Something firm and warm nudges your pussy.
Thick and large. Masculine and powerful. All him.
Images of him fucking you flash through your mind. And you feel all of it, all of him at once. His cock driving into your pussy, glistening with each stroke, your back arched off the bed. You on all fours, his hands pulling your hips back to meet his rough thrusts. You bent over the couch in his office, one leg pushed up so he can go even deeper.
Bucky has always dominated you, his control over your body makes you so wet your panties are constantly drenched and you crave him in ways you didn’t know was possible. But this? Oh, this is something you know you’re going to get addicted to.
Bucky smiles down at you, rubbing your back. His mouth skims the shell of your ear. “Should make you beg for it.”
He will, he has and right now you can’t take that.
“Please, please,” you cry out, your words muffled by his shirt, the sensations of him splitting you in two fading, you plead with him to fuck you, not caring how you sound because you want him inside you so bad it hurts, your pussy clenching around nothing. “I’ll be so good.”
“You will be after I ruin your pretty little cunt, let's see how long it takes to fuck the attitude out of you. ” he replies, holding you closer to his chest. His cock eases into your pulsating pussy inch by thick inch, so smooth and slow ensuring you feel every vein and ridge.
yesfuckyes
Your knees buckle from the stretch, a pleasurable burn you’ll never get used to coursing through you like flash fire, leaving trails of euphoria bliss in its wake.
sofuckinggood
You would have collapsed to the ground but his arms wrap around you, keeping you upright. Pleasure surges up your spine and through your vein, his thick swollen head striking your spot as he pulls out, before you can even feel empty, he’s back inside you, faster and deeper-his languid thrusts quickening.
Bucky rubs your lower back, his head lowered to the curve of your neck. To anyone walking past you, it looks like he’s comforting his weeping girlfriend. No one but you and Bucky knows that’s he’s ruthlessly fucking you in the middle of the street.
You wouldn’t give a fuck if they did, not if he keeps pounding into your pussy the way that he is. It’s incredible, so fucking good, you think, eyes squeezed shut as you cling to his shirt.
Bucky steps back, pushing down your hands. You wobble on your heels, pressing the back of your hand to your mouth. He casually looks at his watch. “Hmm, don’t want to be late. Let’s go sweet girl, we can finish our discussion inside.”
You shake your head, glancing back into the restaurant. The very crowded restaurant. “No Bucky,” you hiss softly, “We can’t-ah.”
The sharp sting of his hand vibrates across your ass, it takes a second for you to process the burning pain. He folds his arms across his chest, staring down at you. “Guess I need to fuck that word out of your vocabulary.” Especially since I can’t seem to say it to you, he thinks, keeping that knowledge to himself. Lilth, help him if you ever discovered that fact. Amusement laces his tone, his darkening eyes daring you to say something else.
Your protests crumble and wither on your tongue, the next smack sends you stumbling back into his arms. You feel his fingers on your ass, a brief caress, pushing into your tender skin before the next slap. rains down on you. Again and again. You’re even wetter, your velvety walls clamping down on his cock.
“So-sorry, fuck yes,” you moan shamelessly into his chest, almost incoherent from the pleasure and pain radiating through you.
“That’s what I thought.”
Bucky places his hand on your back, guiding you into the restaurant. You don’t even know how you made it to the table, your head spinning from his cock moving in tandem with each tortuous yet blissful step inside the building.
In and out of your pussy, deeper and faster, your legs trembling so much you don’t know how they’re supporting your weight. You’ve never been happier to see your reserved table. You collapse in the chair, and instantly the change in angles pulls him so deep inside your cunt that he’s in your belly.
“Ohfuckfuckfuckfuck,” you hoarsely gasp, keeping your voice low, keenly aware of the couples sitting around you.
“What a filthy mouth, you need to behave sweet girl. We’re in public,” he playfully chides, placing a kiss on your neck. Bucky pushes your chair in, his hands smoothing down your bare arms. When did he take your coat off? You can’t think with his cock hitting every nerve in your tight cunt.
You grasp the ends of the table, staring at the silverware in front of you. Your bottom lip caught between your teeth, willing your hips to stay still even as he fucks you harder.
The salacious sloshing of your cunt taking every inch drowned out by the clinking of glasses and conversations around you.
“Oh, she’s fine, real good in fact.” His smug tone drifts across the table. “Now we’ll have a bottle of your Domaine Leroy Richebourg Grand Cru-the 1949.” Bucky smiles charmingly at the waiter.
“Of course, sir. I’ll be right back.” The waiter gives you a curious glance before heading back to the kitchen.
Bucky takes your hands in his. “Look at me.” The command shoots through you, your eyes locking on his eyes without a thought. Rough, calloused fingers twist your nipple and your clit pulses in response. “You belong to me, your smile, your heart, your very soul is all mine. That pretty pussy wrapped around my cock is mine. I can fuck you whenever and whenever I want and your greedy little pussy will beg for me more.”
“Remember that the next time you want to mouth off to me.” His fingers trail down your chest, past your belly, to your clit.
Bucky is enjoying watching you fall apart, proud of your self-control. Fuck, if he knew this was how you were going to respond, he would have done this months ago. Bucky can’t wait for you to test him again, there’s so much more he’s going to show you.
This is enough for now.
His eyes soften, a smile flits across his handsome face. “Я бы разорвал небеса и ад по вкусу твоей сладкой киски.” I'd tear heaven and hell apart for a taste of your sweet pussy.
You feel the heat of his skin on your aching clit as he rolls it between his rough wide fingers; it feels so amazing fuck you swear he’s really touching you.
Tears prick your eyes after a deep thrust nearly knocks you out of your chair. He keeps his eyes on you, reaching out to catch the tear coasting down your cheek. “So pretty.”
You want to scream from how it good feels, it’s so hard to keep your mouth closed, your body trembling from your efforts. The waiter returns, setting two glasses down, pouring the expensive wine with a flourish that would have normally made you smile. Instead, you keep your eyes on Bucky, listening to him order for the both of you.
Once the waiter leaves again, Buck places his elbow on the table, his knuckles trailing down your face, over your nose.
“You’re going to make a mess on that fancy chair. Everyone’s going to know what a greedy little cockslut you are. My gorgeous slut.” he teases with an edge of possessiveness, his eyes caressing your face, encouraging you to rock your hips into his phantom touch.
“You’re so close, aren’t you, sweet girl,” he smiles, it’s a rhetorical question, he can always tell when you’re about to cum, his thumb sweeping over your jaw as he cups your head in his large hand. “Go on, I got you.”
His cock slams into you, the sounds of the restaurant dulling into an inaudible murmur. The world around you fades away until it’s only Bucky you see. And fuck you feel him all around you, licking and rolling your clit, his cock going so deep you feel him in your throat, his lips kissing your lips, sucking your moans, and sighs into his mouth. Sensation after sensation bursting inside you, the pressure snapping in two until you’re teetering on the edge of your orgasm.
“Cum for me.”
A wanton sob slips out of your mouth, sudden pressure-his hand around your throat clamping over your tender skin sends you over the edge. Your head drops to the table, your mouth going slack. You see stars, actual stars behind your eyes, the pleasure so intense you can’t breathe.
“See, I knew you could be a good girl. That’s my sweet girl.” Bucky praises you, coaxing you through your orgasm. His fingers push into your mouth, muffling your sobs. Gentle hands push you back up just as the waiter returns with your food.
You lean back on the chair, gasping for air, your pussy spasming, small aftershocks of your orgasm spiraling through you. The dull roar in your ear snaps and the noise of the restaurant resumes, your vision clearing.
The waiter cuts another look at you, slowly placing the plates in front of you, he scampers away after Bucky taps the table with his knuckles, his cold eyes searing through the husky man.
Bucky turns his attention back to you, his devious gaze warming your heated skin. Your racing heart pounds in your chest, your thighs clenching in anticipation.
“Now you’re going to sit there and warm my cock until we’re done with our meal.”
He takes a sip of his blood-red wine, setting the glass on the table, thoughtfully strumming his fingers on the linen tablecloth. “Maybe I’ll fuck your throat, make you gag in front of all these nice people.”
Bucky’s eyes brighten the longer he studies you, his broad shoulder lifts in a casual shrug. “Could do both.”
Oh fuck.
You lose your grip on your fork; the metal bouncing off the plate. Dropping your head back, the golden chandelier swaying over you, you cover your mouth, moaning softly under your breath as his enormous cock stretches your fluttering walls.
Bucky tilts your chin back down and he picks up your fork, a dark, wicked smirk on his face. “Now open wide.”
Comments and reblogs are appreciated! Totally got carried away with this one. I'll learn to drabble someday.
summary ─ in this underground bar, you didn’t imagine you’d find a lover. you never imagined you’d find yourself a demon lover.
pairing ─ demon!mobboss!bucky barnes x reader
warnings ─ smut, +18, kissing, biting, rough sex, pet names, dirty talk, oral sex, drinking, sort of fwb relationship, everything that happens in this fic is consented, supernatural creatures
a/n ─ this fic happened bc of a mf called sebastian stan. that flaunt magazine photos are so *drooling emoji*. i’m so sorry. i’m shit at endings lmao. i hope you like it! please leave a comment if you do! thank youu <3333
moodboard for this fic courtesy of @bonky-n-steeb
You were dragged into the Underworld with the excuse of Wanda’s birthday. Your friends had said that they found a way to get in Underworld without a big name pitching in for you and that they wanted to throw a little party for Wanda there. Everyone had agreed because it was the perfect timing. She had been wanting to Underworld, but you couldn’t find a way to do so until now.
summary | after being with fez for almost a year you start picking up on the way he talks and when he starts to notice he can’t help but laugh at how cute you are.
pairing | fezco x fem!reader
a/n | hi! this is my first ever fic! i hope you enjoy it!!!! i love how this came out and hope you do too!!!! <333
you and fezco had been dating for a little over a year now. you spent almost everyday with him as much as you could. he would pick you up and drop you off at school. then you’d go to the shop with him. then you’d go home. this was a reoccurring thing. you were always together. and when your always with someone you kinda start to catch onto the way the talk and phrases they use. so you didn’t even notice the slight accent you had or phrases you’d been using. but fez and ash noticed right away.
“hold up…say it again ma?” fez said after you’d been ranting to him about the newest movie you had watched
“i said ion’ know how i still have money in my bank account cause i’ve seen this movie so many times it-” you stopped when you saw the wide grin on his face.
“what? did i say something?” you said quickly trying to remember what you had said wrong
“nah baby. you good.” he said kissing your head and letting you continue talking.
the second time it happened was with ash. you and him were laying on the couch watching a movie when he chuckled after you said something.
“what’s funny?” you said looking over at him
“nah nothing just say it again?” he said trying to cover up his laugh
“say what again?” you said confused
“what you just said!” he said like it was so obvious
“all i said was i hate thanos…” you said recalling what you had said.
“and then after that…”
“he’s a lil’ bitch?” you said confused on what was so wrong with what you said.
“oh my god.” he said as he slightly laughed leaving you confused.
the next few times it happened you didn’t even bother to ask why they were laughing but this time you needed to find out what was going on.
“guys im so fuckin’ hungry!! can we get some pizza or sum’?” you said from the couch instantly standing up when you heard snickers from behind you
“okay what is so funny? cause im genuinely confused you guys!” you said with a slight frown on your face feeling like you were missing out on an inside joke.
“nothing ma it’s just that…” fez said trying to think of how to word it.
“you’re starting to talk like us y/n.” ash said once again looking at you like it was obvious.
“what do you mean? how do i talk like you we all talk the same?” you said still confused
“you’ve picked up on my phrases and my slang i guees you could call it. it’s cute baby!” fez said smiling at you from the kitchen table.
“oh. well i didn’t even notice.” you said in realization “if you guys want me to stop doing it i can jus-”
“no no it’s cute ma!” fez said immediately walking over to you and placing his hands around your waist looking down at you.
“you sure? i don’t wanna seem annoying…” you said looking up at him
“i’m sure baby. hundred percent sure!” he said tilting your chin up to meet his lips
“mm i love you fezzy!!” you said pulling away and looking up at him
“yeah the slang can stay but that nicknames gotta go!” he said pecking your lips once more
“what why? it’s so cute!! right ashy?” you said looking over fezcos shoulder at ash
“oh yeah soooo cute fezzy!!!” ash said mocking you cause you didn’t drop the nickname for him either.
“god i love that you two get along but hate it sometimes.” he said rubbing his head with his hand
“we love you though!” you said as you flopped back down onto the couch opening the dominoes app on your phone and he went back to counting money.
“yeah yeah!” he said in defeat knowing he wouldn’t trade you guys for anything.
A/N: A few notes: 1.) Yes I am aware that the title up there doesn’t match the banner but I promised a friend and I don’t like breaking promises bahahah. Plus, I am nothing if not a thirsty bitch for Drummer Baku soooooo. 2.) WATCH PEOPLE POUR YOUR DRINKS! STAY SAFE IN THESE STREETS. and 3.) If you’re fucking a rock star who brags about fucking multiple people, wear a condom. Bahahah
Thank you to one of the loves of my life @hoe-doroki for reading over this for me. 💖
❦︎𝙔𝙤𝙪 licked your lips for what felt like the millionth time that night, a sigh passing through you as you continously looked at your phone seeing the same thing you saw a few seconds ago. Delivered.
You sighed again as you sat up straighter, silently cursing Rue as she was the reason you were in this exact situation.
To clear things up, Rue had invited you to a sleepover with her new friend, whom she introduced you a few days ago, and her girlfriend Jules. It took you a couple-fuck that. Alot of convincing to agree, because A, you didn't really like Jules that much and B, you didn't like Elliot that much either.
It's not like they both did something specific for you not to like them, I mean you found Jules really fucking selfish for leaving Rue but that's besides the point. They both just didn't seem like the type of people you'd get along with,
So imagine how you felt now, as you were alone with a certain bleach headed stoner boy, 𝘋𝘦𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘵𝘭𝘺 𝘸𝘪𝘴𝘩 𝘐 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘢 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦 𝘮𝘢𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘦-
"Why do I get the feeling you don't really like me?" Elliot suddenly spoke up, his back turned to you as he played around on his guitar.
Looking up from your phone for second to look at him, you bit your inner cheek. "I don't." you stated bluntly. You watched him pause for a second before glancing over his shoulder to look at you for a second, "May I ask why?"
"No." You answered, side-eyeing him as he turned fully to face you,
"Is it the face tats?" He asked again, you blinked as you finally looked up at him. "Why would it be the face tats?"
He shrugged as he pursed his lips, "Some people don't like em."
"It's not the face tats, they're cool." You said, muttering the last part as you turned back to your phone.
"Thank you." You didn't respond as you tapped your phone impatiently feeling anxious at the silence that came after he spoke.
"Do I make you nervous?"
You paused, looking up at him to find him already looking at you. He licked his lips as yours parted before closing, "No, no you don't."
"Why'd you hesitate?" He questioned with a tilted his head as your brows drew together. "Cause it was a random ass question?" you sassed back.
"Sure."
Narrowing your eyes at him your rubbed your glossed lips together, "You don't." He raised his eyebrows nodding and muttering an 'uh huh' as he went back to his guitar.
"Could you stop that?" You hissed as you crossed your hands over your chest, the gesture causing your titties to pop up which didn't go unnoticed by Elliot.
"Stop what?"
"Pretending that you know shit, but you don't."
"Why're you getting so defensive over this?" Sucking your teeth you shook your head as you got up, "Ion got the time of day for this." you muttered about to open the door only to be slammed up against it, an inaudible gasp coming out of you as you looked up.
Elliot looked down at you a blank look on his face which had you pushing your thighs together, "Look, I don't know what the fuck I did for you to be so pissed at me but you need to calm down, babydoll."
You swallowed as you tried to keep the eye-contact, which ended up with you looking down at your feet, "What, got nothing to say now?"
You didn't respond still looking down at you feet, your eyes widening as he titlted you chin up so he could look you in your eyes, his eyes looking down at your lips as he did so,
"M talking to you." He whispered, eyes shooting back up to yours.
Your not sure when you started leaning in but your lips were on his the second he said that, and he wasted no time into kissing you back. A sigh leaving your lips as he pushed you against the door even more, your hand finding place on his chest as he held your hips, pushing you more into him.
You felt your phone vibrate in your pocket which caused you to push on his chest, Elliots lips jutting out in a pout as you stopped the kiss to check your phone; "Jules and Rue are on their way." You muttered to him, looking up to see him looking down at you which caused your cheeks to heat up.
"Ok?" He muttered back moving to start kissing you again. Pushing on his chest on more time you looked up at him, "You can make-out with me later, when they're gone."
A grin made it's way unto his face as he licked his lips, the action causing you to glance down at them before looking up into his eyes once more, "ok."
Walking over to his bed you sat down as he went back to his guitar, a small smile on your face as you fiddled with your hands. Your cheek heating up at that fact that you had made-out with this boy you claimed to not like a minute ago, and liked it.
summary ➵ y/n and bucky hate each other, that much is obvious. however, after a chat with steve, y/n begins to question whether or not bucky actually does hate her
“You are absolutely infuriating!” She yelled, storming away from the man with who she had been partnered up with for a mission. It always ended this way, with the two fighting about something petty after hours, or weeks, of bickering back and forth. She mentally cursed Steve and Tony for pairing them up, again. It was like they enjoyed watching them almost kill each other.
