Honeymoon Suite
Pairing: demon!Bucky Barnes x Reader
Word Count: 4.6k
Warnings: smut/explicit sexual content (18+ only), explicit language, dark themes, noncon/dubcon, somnophilia (kind of), mentions of abuse, oral sex (f recieving), edging, orgasm denial, choking, unprotected sex (honestly a whole bunch of smut. You have been warned), horror/scary themes
A/N: This is my submission for the Spooktacular Smutfest Writing Challenge by the lovely @boxofbonesfic. This is my first time writing horror and it was definitely a challenge. This has inspired a series of demon one shots that I will be posting soon!
Prompt: “Are you scared?” “Yes.” “Good, you should be.”
You entered the run down motel and quickly made way to the front desk. It was a small town so you figured this was the best place to settle down for the night.
“Can I get your cheapest room please?” You asked the demure middle aged woman seated at the front desk. She was watching you closely as you shook and fidgeted, tapping your hand against the desk. You were always fidgeting. Your hands, legs and feet would more often than not shake or move to release some of the tension and anxiety you felt trapped inside your body. It was a nervous tick, you weren’t sure when it had developed but it seemed the uncontrollable movement gave you relief.
“All of our regular rooms are filled up, Hun. Our only available room is the honeymoon suite.”
You heard the door behind you open and you quickly turned around, tightening your grip around the strap of the small duffle bag wrapped around your shoulder. Your tense shoulders relaxed when you realized it was only a couple of teenagers.
“That’s it?” You turned back around to face her.
“It’s Halloween night, hun. You clearly aren’t from around here.” She gave a short chuckle. She was right.
You had taken the bus, switching buses and changing directions every so often so that you hopefully wouldn’t be tracked. Traveling for hours, you had come across this small little town, it was as good a place as any to hunker down for the night.
“It’s a historic town. Lots of tourists and even locals believe the town has haunted attractions. Legend has it this very hotel is haunted. Halloween is our busiest night. People love the idea of staying somewhere scary.” She shrugged.
“I just need a room.” You shook your head, “I don’t care about all that haunted nonsense. How much more is the honeymoon suite?”
“It’s $50 more.”
You bit your lip nervously, shaking your head. You didn’t have a lot of money and getting the nicer room would take a significant chunk of the cash. You needed to be wise on how to spend what little you had. You weren’t sure when you would be safe and able to settle down.
“Please… I can’t afford that.” You begged her. Her eyes scanned over your disheveled form. It was obvious you were on edge. Your eyes kept darting to the door as if you expected someone to walk in at any moment. Wrapping your arms around yourself, you were trying to make yourself small, to hold yourself together as best you could. You could see the pity in her eyes as your frantic behavior seemed to click.
“Do you need help? Is someone after you?” She leaned in and quietly whispered.
“I just need a place to stay. Please. I can afford the regular rate.” You pleaded with her, glancing over your shoulder once more to look at the door before slipping a small wad of bills in her direction. She silently nodded, giving you the key to your room. You thanked her profusely before rushing to the elevator with your duffle bag still swung over your shoulder.
The old style elevator was surrounded by swirling and intricate wrought iron bars that made you question how long the motel had been there. You had never seen an antique elevator. You wondered how safe it could be. As if hearing your unspoken thoughts, the elevator jolted erratically as it began moving. It was slow and every floor it passed had it shaking and groaning. The noises it made did little to help your nerves.
You were happy when it finally settled on your floor. Stepping out into the hallway, you noticed the decor was exactly what would be expected of an old hotel. The carpet and wallpaper were outdated and grimy, no doubt from years without a good cleaning, but you didn’t care. It was a cheap place to sleep. A bed was a bed, afterall. You were too tired and stressed to complain, all you wanted was a place to rest for the night.
As you entered the room, a cooling shiver ran down your spine. It was probably just a draft, it was an older hotel, you thought.
The honeymoon suite was fairly big, with a large king size bed in the middle of the room. There was a small sitting area in the corner with a table that held an old style lamp and telephone. You threw your bag in one of the chairs before plopping yourself in the other.
You had arrived at the old and desolate inn with only the small duffel bag of personal items and the clothes on your back. Within the bag held what few articles of clothing you could pack and some cash that you had been saving up for over a year.
The only other personal effect you had was a small photograph that you had folded up in your back pocket. Pulling it from your pocket, you held the crinkled and worn photograph up to your face, looking at the people in the photo. The way the young couple smiled in the photo was such a stark contrast to their lives now. Tears welled in your eyes as you looked at your husband's face. How did it all go so wrong?
The photo of you two was taken 2 years ago on your honeymoon. You had been so immensely happy and naively in love back then. It wasn’t until a year later that things took a turn for the worse.
You wished that the first time he slapped you across the face you had run, but you had nowhere to go. You had moved away from all your family and friends to be with your husband. It was naive of you to leave everything behind to start a family, but you had. You hadn’t spoken to your family in years, cutting them all off to be with him. He was all you had.
Each fight you had ended with more bruises littered across your skin. But every time he would apologize profusely. He would say the sweetest of words until ultimately you forgave him. You always forgave him.
It wasn’t until you had landed in the hospital with a broken wrist that the realization hit you. You had to leave. You couldn’t keep playing this game until he hurt you again. It was only a matter of time before he eventually killed you.
You saved what little cash you could from your grocery trips. He was in control of the finances but a few dollars here and there didn’t raise any alarms. As soon as you had enough saved to leave, you ran. But you knew he would come after you, he wouldn’t just let you leave.
A stray tear fell onto the photograph. You wiped the tear away, looking at the happy couple one last time before tossing the photo on the table. It didn’t matter now. That happy couple didn’t exist anymore.
The lamp on the table began to flicker and you couldn’t help but remember the words of the woman at the front desk. Haunted, she had said. Outstretching your arm you lightly tapped the lamp, jostling it until it ceased flickering, giving off a steady stream of light. The hotel was not haunted, just cheap and in need of new bulbs.
Deciding you needed to get some sleep in order to leave as early as you could in the morning, you shut off the lamp. The moonlight through the window was the only thing illuminating the room as you crawled into the oversized bed. It felt strange to have such a large bed to yourself after years of sharing one. Your heart ached as you thought about all the nights you would likely spend alone now. Despite how scary that thought was, it was also freeing. The soft sounds of the night lulled you to sleep, eager to continue your journey to freedom in the morning.
As you slowly drifted into consciousness a feeling of dread overwhelmed you. Unable to move, your chest tightened. Your chest was heavy as if a bookcase had fallen on you, crushing you beneath it. There was an eerie presence in the room that you couldn’t quite place.
The overwhelming pressure on your chest shifted. You felt as if you were suffocating and you were unable to move. Your eyes fluttered as fear coursed through you, charcoal black eyes met yours as you stared at the thing laying on top of you. It’s features looked human, almost like a man, but there was a dark essence surrounding him.
You have experienced this sensation before, only a few times in the past, but it was never pleasant. Sleep paralysis. Featuring what most people referred to as a sleep paralysis demon. However, you had never had such a vividly real demon before. It almost looked real, almost life-like.
Your eyes scanned over the large frame that caged you onto the bed. You tried to get a good look at the being but could only see so much with just the moonlight. His looming black eyes were surrounded by darkness, as if he was wearing makeup. Black smoke radiated off him in curling tendrils that tried to consume you. The pale dead look of his skin was deceiving, as you could feel the burning heat his body was emitting. However, despite the burn of his grip you strangely felt ice cold.
Every fibre of your being screamed at you to run. Move. Fight. Anything! But your brain and body were not in sync. You willed your body to move but you’re paralyzed, stuck in a cold dark limbo as the thing on top of you watches.
Fear coursed through your veins, as his fiery warm fingers danced over your skin until its smokey fingers curled around your throat like a necklace. You could feel the smoke lightly choking you, but his hands were merely hovering. His actual fingers were not making contact with your flesh. His long dark strands of hair brushed against your face. He was so close you could feel his breath against your lips.
Time stood still as he brought his other hand up to your face, gently caressing a finger over your lips. This touch, however, wasn’t from the smoke surrounding him. This was his real touch. You gasped at the intimate sensation, all of the hairs on your body standing on end. It was strange how such a seemingly simple touch felt so intense and meaningful.
He trailed his finger lightly down your body, gently caressing the curve of your breasts before landing at the apex of your sex. You couldn’t contain the gasp that escaped your lips as his hand slithered under your clothing and between your legs. His large fingers stroked your folds causing an involuntary shiver to run through you.
His fingers emit the same cold and burning sensation to your core as they did the rest of your body. When he pressed gently against your clit you can’t help the gasp that escapes your lips. The demon’s eyes grew darker as it rubbed your most sensitive spot in small tight circles.
You attempted to close your eyes but weren’t even afforded that luxury. You were forced to look into the monster's eyes as your climax began to form. His grip on your throat grew tighter, tinges of black spotting your vision. Your body shook. You were so close but just as you were about to fall over the edge into bliss, the stimulation stopped. A weak cry escaped your lips as your orgasm was viciously ripped away from you at the last second.
Just as your heart rate slowed down, your body stepping back from the ledge of pleasure, his fingers returned to their slow tortuous pace on your throbbing bud. All too quickly, your pleasure builds up again. Your orgasm is close from being denied previously. But once more, you are not allowed your release.
This teasing continued, causing you both pain and pleasure as your core fluttered, clenching around nothing as you were desperate to finish. He was relentless in his ministrations, bringing you right to the edge multiple times before harshly pulling you back. His touch was exploratory, as if trying to learn your body. You didn’t know how many times you had been on the brink of orgasm before you noticed the tears dripping down your cheeks.
He was playing you like a fine tuned piano and you couldn’t help the shame you felt. You were having a wet dream about a demon and clearly you were enjoying it. You were so clearly aroused, having not known such intense pleasure before.
After what felt like hours, you can feel the twitch in your fingertips as your brain slowly gained control over your body. Slowly, his hand on your sex was removed. The pressure on your chest lifted and the fingers that were wrapped around your neck disappeared. You watched warily as the tall, muscular man stood up and walked toward the end of your bed. His eyes never left yours. A shiver ran down your spine at the smirk that settled on his pink lips. You squeezed your eyes shut. You willed the paralysis to cease and the demon to disappear. When you finally opened your eyes the room was empty. The demon was gone and your body was able to move again.
Sitting up you sputtered, sucking in fast and greedy breaths as if you had been holding your breath the entire time. As you gulped in the oxygen your emotions crashed down on you. Placing your hand on your chest, all of your emotions felt amplified. The fear, panic, arousal, and confusion all bursting at the seams of your heart. Your heartbeat was still erratic. Your eyes scanned over the room as the pressure in your chest started to dissipate. The room was empty, no trace of the man or demon you had laying on top of you moments ago. Your hands ran over your body in search of anything amiss but everything felt normal, except the ache between your legs. You delved your fingers into your panties, finding exactly what you had expected. You were wet.
Frustrated, you placed your head in your hands feeling defeated. You had never had such a vivid sleep paralysis experience before. Granted, it hadn’t happened to you often, but the prior times felt more distant, more dream-like. This time had felt real. You could still smell his breath and feel his grip around your throat. You had felt the pleasure he was forcing onto you, only to be ripped away at the last second.
You weren’t completely sure what was real and what was not. Sleep paralysis had always been trippy but you had never had a sexual episode. This event was different from any previous ones. The only thing that made sense was it was your brain playing tricks on you. It must have been all the stress and anxiety you felt manifesting into your subconscious.
You were clearly in over your head leaving your abusive husband and the stress was getting to you. Deciding a hot shower might dissolve your fear, you sauntered into the connecting bathroom. The bathroom looked about as good as you could expect from a cheap hotel in the middle of nowhere.
It had a decently sized shower with a plain white curtain hanging from the rod, an old discolored toilet in the corner, and a double sink with a large mirror placed in front of it. The housekeeping had placed scratchy looking white towels and a robe folded on the sink counter, along with a couple of small bottles of shampoo and a generic bar of soap.
You slowly stripped your clothes from your body, watching yourself in the mirror. The woman looking back at you looked nothing like the woman you had been a few years ago. Your eyes were dull and had deep set dark circles under them. Your hair was thinner and your skin was crepey and lifeless.
The biggest difference was the bruises that littered your skin. You ran your fingers over your wrist, examining the dark purple bruise. You flinched when you pressed too hard, the bones had set but the skin was still sore to the touch.
A cold breeze fluttered across your naked body making you shiver. You quickly covered your breasts. You felt as though someone was watching you. You turned on the shower, waiting for the water to warm. Once the temperature was to your liking you hopped in. The steam and hot water helped soothe the aches and pains that were scattered across your body. It was soothing for your soul too. The anxiety and fear from your overactive subconscious quickly dissolved, melting down the drain.
You lathered the shampoo into your hair, closing your eyes as you did so. Behind your eyelids, you saw a flicker of movement, the lighting changing. You quickly opened your eyes. The shampoo stung as it ran into your half opened eyes. Your vision was blurry as you looked around frantically. A tall dark figure flickered in the corner of vision and for a moment you could have sworn it was the same figure that had held you down on the hotel bed. You frantically blinked, rubbed your eyes to remove the shampoo but as soon as your vision cleared the shadowy figure disappeared.
You had a sinking feeling in your gut. You weren’t crazy, you had seen something. It sounded insane but something was wrong. You could feel something wasn’t right.
The cold air nipped at your skin as you quickly got out of the shower, throwing on the robe. You haphazardly tie the robe around your waist as a horrid squeaking sound fills your ears. The noise, only created from the sound of fingers writing on a mirror. You felt sick to your stomach as you watched words start to form on the foggy mirror. Something was writing a message. You were frozen in fear as the single word was written. Mine.
That was all it took to have you bolting out of the bathroom, You almost slipped on the wet tile floor before slamming the door behind you. You needed to get out of here, fast. You didn’t bother changing out of the robe, you needed to get the hell out of this hotel. You grabbed your bag, frantically throwing your items into it before running into the hallway.
You weren’t sure what you were running from, but you felt it. You felt it’s presence and you knew deep down that something was following you. The walls felt as if they were closing in making you feel claustrophobic. You could see the shadows dancing along the walls, confirming your suspicions. Someone or something was after you.
The darkness nipped at your heels, taunting you as you ran. Cursing to yourself as you tripped over your own feet, your robe opening slightly. You didn’t have time to readjust, you needed to get out of here.
Once you arrived at the elevator you pushed the button repeatedly, praying for it to hurry up. The ding sounded and you felt relief when the doors closed behind you. As it began its descent toward the lobby, you leaned against the metal bars with a heavy sigh. Your heart rate begins to slow down, your breathing evening out.
Your relief was short lived as the elevator shook before coming to an abrupt stop. You stumbled, getting thrown against the wall at the sudden and forceful movement, your fear quickly returning. Your blood turned to ice as black smoke started pouring into the elevator. The dark smoke was thick in the air, so thick you could hardly see. But you saw the large smoky figure appear stalking toward you.
You backed into the corner, placing your hands out in front of you to shield yourself. You squeezed your eyes shut as tears formed, not wanting to see the monster in front of you. You felt the heat radiating off it’s body as it stopped right in front of you.
You blindly started swinging your hands attempting to inflict some damage on the being. Your wrists burned as he grabbed them to stop your assault. Hot tears streamed down your cheeks as sobs racked your body. You tried pulling your wrists away, cowering further into the corner of the elevator.
“Look at me.” A deep voice spoke. Its voice was surprisingly soft, smooth like butter. You shook your head, squeezing your eyes even tighter in fear.
“Open your eyes, Doll.” It lowly growled. You hated to admit it, you weren’t sure if it was fear but something about its tone compelled you to comply.
You opened your eyes slowly, blinking away your tears to stare at the monster before you. Only it wasn’t a monster, well it was, but it was also a man. The smoke surrounded him, radiating off his body. Those pitch black demonic eyes stared into your soul, just as they had earlier while tormenting you on your bed. Your mouth gaped as you took in his chiseled features. His muscular figure towered over you, making you feel small.
He leaned forward nuzzling his face into the crook of your neck before inhaling your scent.
“Are you scared?” He teased, nipping your ear.
“Yes.” You whispered.
“Good. You should be.” He chuckled, backing away with a smirk on his lips.
Before you can protest he tore at your robe until you were fully naked in front of him. You sharply inhaled when he brushes his fiery fingers over the bruises on display.
You wanted to fight back, to stop him from touching your body. But you felt paralyzed, just as you did earlier. Except this time, you aren’t sure if it’s real or just from fear. He dropped to his knees, his face now level with your hips. He lifted you leg up over his shoulder, lifting your rob and leaving your pussy on display. Your body finally decided to cooperate but only enough for you to grip the metal bars of the elevator. You held on desperately as he stared at your core with lust.
He delved his face into your aching heat and began to lick stripes up and down your folds. A porn worthy moan escaped you when his lips wrapped around you clit. The warmth of his lips on your most sensitive area had you arching your back, pushing yourself closer to him.
You were a mess as he moved lower, pushing his tongue into your hole. You preened under his touch, his hands burning into your hip and thigh as he held you up. He fucked you with his tongue, the familiar ember beginning to grow.
You wished you weren’t turned on. You wanted so badly to scream, to push him off of you. But you hadn’t realized how desperately horny you were until now. You knew why, but you didn’t want to admit it. Your earlier nightmare, hadn’t been a cut and dry case of sleep paralysis. It had been real.
Knowing you were close, he grabbed your other leg lifting it over his other shoulder. You were now completely hoisted up with his hands on your hips. Your knuckles turned white from your tightening grip as he returned his attention back to your bud. You were so close. You could feel the waves of pleasure rolling off of you and it was only a matter of time before you came.
The sick twisted man between your legs had decided to resume his previous game with you. He pulled his tongue away just as you were about to find release. You whined, grinding your hips to try and resume some friction. He chuckled at your neediness, causing you to feel the vibrations.
“Do you want to orgasm, Doll?” He looked up at you. His face was glistening with your arousal, you could feel your cheeks redden with embarrassment. You refused to answer him, too prideful to admit what you wanted. Needed.
If you had thought he was torturing you before, you were sorely mistaken. Your refusal only spurred him on further. He sucked and nipped at your overstimulated clit until you were a blubbering mess in his arms. You could barely form a coherent thought when he denied you again.
“Need you to say yes, doll” He mumbled against your thigh.
You couldn’t take it anymore. You didn’t care if it was wrong. You didn’t care that you were being sexually tormented by a demon in the elevator of some god forsaken hotel. You hadn’t been touched like this in months. And after being brought to the edge multiple times, your resolve had been worn.
“Please…” You began.
“Bucky” He said with a sinister grin.
“Please Bucky.” You begged, finally giving in.
“That’s all I needed to hear.” He growled, pulling you down to the floor with him.
You weren’t sure if you were just delirious and delusional at this point, but he was undressed and on top of your naked form in an instant. His large body wedged in between your legs as he dipped his head to your neck trailing kisses down to your breasts. His hands were all over you, leaving your skin on fire wherever he touched.
You felt his hard member against your inner thigh and you could tell he was huge. He rubbed himself against your folds gathering your slick. You had no time to second guess your decision, as he roughly thrust into you. He had done very little to prepare you for his large size, and you cried out at the intrusion. It felt as if he had ripped you open.
He gave you no time to adjust as he set a brutal pace. His hands roamed over your breast, pinching and tugging on your nipples. His lips left love bites all over your neck and chest, adding more purple bruises to your body. It was as if he was claiming, replacing the evidence of pain from your ex with evidence of his desire for you. All you could focus on was the sound of skin slapping and his occasional grunts.
Your brain was going haywire, your mind working overtime to decipher pain from pleasure. You felt heat everywhere he touched. The way his cock stroked you left your insides on fire. It was as if you were burning in hell. When he brought one hand down to circle your clit, you mewled. You dragged your nails down his back, trying to ground yourself as your orgasm hit. You saw stars as you finally reached your high.
“Fuck.” He muttered, picking up his pace. If he was close, he didn’t show it. Instead, he continued his pressure on your abused clit. You didn’t know if you could handle anymore sensation. But when he lifted one of your legs up over his shoulder, he reached a depth inside you that you didn’t think was possible. The pressure was intense, you thought you might faint.
You threw your head back with a scream. Your second orgasm was more intense than your first as it rolled over your body. You thighs were shaking as you felt his pace grow sloppy. Your core clenched around him as he spilled inside of you, milking all of his spend. His warm seed searing against your insides.
“You’re mine now, doll.” He chuckled darkly, keeping you pinned underneath him.
You screamed as the elevator began to free fall. You watched in horror as the dial telling you what floor you were on kept dropping until you passed the lobby, but you continued to fall into darkness. Your entire body was burning. You felt as if you had been set on fire, only this time, it wasn’t his touch. It was the air. In fact, the only thing that satiated and cooled the intense burning was Bucky. You clung onto him desperately. In that moment you realized, you belonged to him now.
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