Gale who's become more and more disillusioned with God as he's seen everything He's done and not done. To the point where it has simmered and boiled into Fury. But because God can see into his soul, He sees what Gale could be capable of, what he could try to do (rise against Him) so He casts him out.
John who's dreamt of the human world, and in the deepest most secret places of him dreamt of heaven. He's so tired of pain and despair and wants to experience joy and peace and love. The other demons laugh at him and the Devil loves a bargain so he says to John he can go to earth, and if he can be good and wipe his sins clean in a month, he'd win his freedom and his humanity - to live a mortal life then when he died, so long as he stayed good, he'd get his chance to go heaven.
Of course, the first thing John finds on earth is Gale, shivering, naked in the dark and cold, and he leaps at the opportunity to do some good. He rips off his coat, wraps gale up and carries him home. He can't help but think when he finally sees Gale's sleeping face, this is what angels would look like.
When gale opens his eyes and sees John - nothing but a silhouette at first then dark hair, dark eyes and a wicked smile - he's so stunned that he's seeing something real and honest and not perfect, he's instantly enamoured.
So, we have an angel and a demon - unbeknownst to each other - embarking on different missions and dragging each other along for the ride. Gale is determined to do better than God; to actually help in a way that people can feel and see and touch to prove it can be done and out God as a liar and neglectful father. But he has to reckon with how cruel the world and people can be for no reason, and his own anger to boot. Meanwhile John wants to prove he has enough goodness to be worthy, goes to extremes to prove it, puts himself in harms way and it backfires.
Gale gets hurt. He's dying. And a voice speaks in John's ear. "Give him back. It's the only way."
John's knows instantly who that voice belongs to and he knew gale was an angel - but sending him back upstairs means going into a church, which as a demon will kill him. But it's a no-brainer. John carries him once again and runs.
John's nose starts bleeding the second he puts a foot on the first step up to the church. He tastes it in his mouth and his eyes blur as he gets closer, but gale thrashes and wriggles and tears himself out of John's grasp with the last of his strength and they fall to the ground just before the archway.
John is burning up, gale is bleeding out, and when John asks him why, gale says, "It's you and me, John. I won't leave you behind."
Then Gale goes, and John follows.
And wakes, which surprises him. And when he does, a beaming, pink-faced Gale with two scars on his cheeks smiles down at him and says, "What took you so long?".
John realises he has a beating heart when it trips inside his chest.
"Who Made You Like This? Who Encrypted Your Dark Gospel In Body Language?" by fandomfluffandfuck
Rating: Explicit
Pairing: James "Bucky" Barnes/Steve Rogers
Tags: Nomad Steve Rogers, Demon Bucky Barnes, Demon Summoning, Demon Sex, Demon/Human Relationships, Magic, Alternate Universe - Magic, Shrunkyclunks | Modern Bucky Barnes/Captain America Steve Rogers, Modern Bucky Barnes (kinda?), Captain America Steve Rogers, Steve Rogers is Not a Virgin, Like SO NOT, Bisexual Steve Rogers, Summoning Circles, Sexual Frustration, Rough Sex, Anal Sex, Rimming, Super Soldier Serum (Marvel), Making Steve Rogers Have A Super Dick, And Super Sex Drive, Bottom Steve Rogers, Top Bucky Barnes, Dom/sub Undertones, Not Explicitly Defined, There's Just, Power Dynamics, First Time Bottoming, Rope Bondage, Wax Play, Size Kink, Multiple Orgasms, Come Inflation, Unsafe Sex, (that goes without saying lol), Dirty Talk, Light Humiliation, Okay Maybe Not So Light, No Aftercare, Masochism, Implied/Referenced Dubious Consent, Like, Steve WANTS IT, But There Are Points He's So Overwhelmed He Isn't Sure He Can Take It, And Bucky Keeps Going Anyway, Porn with Feelings, But, All The Feelings Are Steve's
Language: English
Words: 13,218
Summary:
Steve Rogers—no longer beholden to the title of "Captain America" and now known just to those who can follow shadows as a nomad—has long been looking for satisfaction and when he finally comes to the conclusion that perhaps his enhanced wants and needs can't be satiated by regular humans, he starts to seek something more substantial. Something beyond this realm that can only be reached by a chalk pentagram drawn on the floor of an abandoned safehouse, candles burning in the low light, and an ancient chant rolling off his tongue. What can he say? He's desperate.
Now, enter Bucky Barnes, a demon intrigued by this mortal's stubborn confidence, insisting that he's too much for human lovers, and demanding to have his way with a demon to satisfy himself. Bucky will follow the invitation Steve gives him and see about that—can he really take what he's asking for?
Warning : reader can’t get pregnant, ex-boyfriend cheated on reader, smut, unprotected sex, explicit sexual content, breeding kink, pregnancy. 18+, MINOR DNI
Word count : 2047
The night was already well advanced, yet the lights lit up the city like a thousand suns. Wanda had insisted on spending a few days in Las Vegas, The Entertainment Capital of the World, to take your mind off things. "You deserve it," she'd said, "especially after the year you've had."
The late-night parties, the booze, the gambling, the glitz and the lights - none of it suited you. You were more of a quiet diner, watching a series or a movie. But Wanda had a point: a new setting would do you a world of good. You were even ready to have a one night stand. A guy only for these vacations. Hell, maybe a new guy every night. Everything that could make you forget your shitty ex.
After all, if Vegas was really Sin City, you were going to taste every single one of them.
Wanda and you had a room at the Ocean, a new hotel that opened only a few months ago and it quickly became the hippest and most luxurious in town. 7 000 rooms, a big casino, pools, restaurants, and more. A city inside the city.
This was your third night here. And tonight you were going to fuck. The two previous nights were just drinking and playing with Wanda, flirting with guys, some kissing and foreplay but nothing more. But tonight was the night, you even had your eyes on one man.
He noticed you too. You were wearing a short, form-fitting, black dress. He was sitting on an arched sofa, drinking a glass of whiskey, his eyes never leaving yours.
You were at the bar with Wanda, leaning to her you whispered : « Look at the guy over there. Isn't he super hot ? »
« Yes, and he's been watching you for a long time now. I think he was already looking at you yesterday. »
"What ?! How do you…? »
« Listen to me : you go talk to him and I don't want to see you until tomorrow. Have the best night of your life. As for me, I met a guy at the pool this morning and I'm about to have fun too. See you ! »
And like that she left you, leaving with a tall, blonde man wearing glasses. And when you turned your head back to the handsome man, he was next to you. He presented himself : James Bucky Barnes. You told him your name and a smile spread across his face as you took the time to detail him.
His hair was short, but long enough so you could run your hands through his hair. His suit was tailor-made and the color matched his ocean-colored eyes perfectly. You could guess his muscles and were surprised that the buttons on his shirt were still holding. Honestly, you would happily help him remove any of his clothes.
« Do you like what you see, милая ? » (=darling)
« Sorry, » you said as your cheeks took on a slightly pink hue.
« Don't be sorry, милая. I want you to look at me. I like it. » Never a man talked to you like this. Never a man made you wet only with words. His eyes pierced your soul as he was talking : « I saw you last night. I observed you, so beautiful in that red dress. You were with a guy, moving your body against him. You're acting like there is no tomorrow », it was like he could read your mind.
« Isn't that what everyone does in Sin City ? », you asked, biting your lip. There was something about him, something special and you were attracted to it. To him.
« You're right, but you are different », his thumb caressed your lower lip. You could see the beginning of a tattoo on his wrist. Did he have others underneath his perfect suit ? « I hated seeing you with another guy. I wished it was me. But if you choose me tonight, there will be no going back. This won't be a one night thing. I don't do this."
You just met each other, and yet it was like you knew him for years. He wanted you like no one before and you felt like you could cry. A tear must have rolled down your cheek because he gently took your face in his hands, his eyes showing that he only cared.
« What do you want, милая ? » The question drew you out of your thoughts.
« You can't give me what I want, » you answered, moving away from him, tears threatening to fall again. However, Bucky wasn't going to give up on you. You were special, he could feel it and he would do anything to keep you.
« Then let me help you forget, » he gently whispered, his hand opened as an invitation. You took it without hesitation. He never let go of your hand, even as he walked through the crowd of players, taking the elevators and walking through many corridors to his room. This one was very luxurious.
« You seem like a very rich person, Mr. Barnes, » you told him, impressed.
« Baby, I own the place. And please, call me Bucky. »
You entered and he closed the door, then he kissed you after asking your permission. Such a gentleman, you thought. You could feel that he wanted you, his erection was obvious. But he didn't put any pressure on you.
« What do you want ?, » again with this question. « Ask and I shall give. »
This time, you were not able to stop the torrent of tears that poured out. Bucky held you as you were falling on your knees. He helped you sit on the nearest sofa.
« What is wrong, милая ? Please, tell me. » Bucky was worried. He just wanted to please you.
« I want a baby, Bucky. But that's not possible. »
And like that, all that happened during the past year came back, hurting as if it happened a few hours ago. You told him everything. You had a boyfriend, William, everything was fine and you wanted to start a family. But all the pregnancy tests gave the same response : negative. After some time, you decided to go to a specialist, you both had some tests. The results destroyed you : you were the one who was infertile. Yes, adoption was an option, but it wasn't the same as getting pregnant. You needed time to accept that it would never happen. You thought William would support you, that you would support each other. How wrong you were. He cheated one time, with his best friend. One time, and she was pregnant. Soon after he dropped the bomb, you left, never wanting to hear about him again. And you moved in with Wanda.
You didn't know why you were telling all of this to a stranger. Maybe it was because you never talk about this to anyone except Wanda. Pretending like it never happened was easier. At least that's what you thought.
Bucky hold your hands all along. Not once did he judge you. Instead, he took you in his arms, kissing your head. Safety. That's what you felt with him : safe. You were safe. You didn't know him but you were sure of this. Raising your head, you let yourself get in his deep blue eyes and you kissed him.
« Come on милая, tell me what you want, » he desperately asked between two kisses.
« I want you, Bucky. » It was like you couldn't get enough of him. You were sure you wouldn't be able to breathe, to dream, to live if he stopped touching you, wanting you. « Please. » Who was he, and what was he doing to you?
« Fuck, I promise I'll buy you a new one, » and before you could ask, he was ripping your dress. His mouth moved from your lips to your nipples, making you moan. He didn't stop, lifting you off the sofa and putting your legs around his waist, guiding you to the giant bed.
Only then, he let go of you. « Keep your eyes on me милая. » You could feel your pussy getting wetter as you watched him removing his clothes, revealing tattoos all over his arms and chest. You wanted to kiss and lick every last one of them. But what you wanted to taste even more was his cock. It was big and ready to slide inside you.
« As much as I want to feel your mouth around my cock, this night is only about you. » Was he reading your mind or did you just think out loud ? His hands removing your string brought you back to the present moment. After throwing your underwear somewhere in the room, he sucked on your clit, then inserted his tongue in your wet folds. « You taste so fucking good. »
Your moans filled the room, music to Bucky's ears. You were his goddess and he'll do anything to please you. Your hands were in his hair, pulling on it as he was licking you. Soon, his tongue was replaced by a finger.
« How do you feel, милая ? »
« Don't stop, please Bucky, » you begged him.
« Good girl, » he purred, kissing your inner thigh. However, he stopped fingering you only to align his cock with your entrance. « Are you ready, милая ? » You nod, shaking with excitement. « Use your words, » he said, gently biting your neck.
« Yes, Bucky. Make me yours. » Pleased with your answer and spreading your legs open further, he pushed his cock inside you. And damn, was he big. Your legs wrapped around his waist, encouraging him to go deeper. You needed this, needed him.
Bucky pulled out and slid back in, making you moan louder and louder. With every thrust, it was like he was going deeper. His name escaped your lips. Again. And again. And again, each time he thrust into you, eating that spot. His hands were gripping your hips as he maintained a rhythm, your nails dug into his shoulder, holding onto him like you were going to fall. But he would never let that happen.
« Fuck, милая. You're so tight… that pussy of yours doesn't want to let me go. I won't last long, but trust me there will be other rounds. Night isn't… fuck… over. » His words were getting you closer to your orgasm. « What do you want ? » Again this question, but this time you didn't hesitate.
« I want a baby. Bucky, please breed me ! » You know it wasn't possible, but you needed to believe everything was possible, just this night. To forget this last year. To forget everything. Right now, only you, Bucky and his cock were the only things that mattered.
Bucky was going faster and deeper, giving no time to rest. You were on the edge of an orgasm, and you exploded when he whispered some Russian words into your ear.
« That's it, любимая (=my love), milk my cock », he said as you were holding the sheets, your orgasm still not over. He didn't last longer, filling you a second after. He collapsed on top of you. « How do you feel ?, » he whispered.
« Good, just need time to recover from this, » you chuckled.
« Sleep, любимая. Our night has just started. » And with his words, you fell asleep, snuggling up to him. Bucky watched over you, caressing your body. He couldn't wait until you found out what he gave you. He'll do anything for you, you just had to ask.
2 month later
You were in your bathroom. For how long ? You didn't know. 10 minutes? An hour? you couldn't look away from the pregnancy test. It was positive. But how ? It wasn't possible. Then you remembered your first night with Bucky. A night that led to many others.
I can give you whatever you want.
What do you want?
He often asked you this. And he always provided.
Looking again at the pregnancy test, you wondered who he was. Or what he was.
Warnings: noncon, mind control, breeding, forced proximity, bad dirty talk, smut.
Words: 1.4k
Summary: He couldn't believe demon hunters were now taking people like you, soft and warm and caring.
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"Have you ever tried anal sex, baby?" The demon whispered in your ear, his rock hard cock buried in your pussy to the hilt as you squirmed in his lap, cumming a little from how skillfully he massaged the entrance to your womb with his tip. "No?"
You let out a soft noise, shaking your head as you lowered yourself on his cock more, the pressure building up, louder moans escaping you as you rolled your hips, the tip rubbing against that squishy spot inside you. Was the demon talking about sticking his giant cock inside your ass? Ah, his cock must feel so snug and nice inside your other hole, you thought as you rocked back and forth in his lap, mewling from pleasure.
"It'll feel nice, baby," he licked the shell of your ear with his long tongue, his hand on your lower belly as he gently applied pressure to it, feeling his own hard cock inside you and purring. "Girls like you should know how to fuck in the ass."
"Yeah?" You muttered, opening your mouth obediently when the demon licked your lips, letting him stuff his tongue down your throat as he finally started cumming again, filling your already full womb with his seed. It made you feel so warm and nice and pretty: the demon said girls like you should have their baby rooms full with cum because it's gonna feel like magic, and he was right. It was even better.
"It's the second-best thing after getting your pussy fucked," he nodded with his eyes half closed, lids growing heavy from all the warmth and pleasure you shared, his arms clinging to your belly, massaging it, holding you close as you snuggled against him, milking him still. "But girls don't get knocked up from their asses plowed."
You let out a sigh, dropping a kiss to the demon's jaw, "That's a pity."
"Yeah, baby," he murmed against your forehead, kissing you, too, feeling like he was getting rock-hard again inside your lovely cunt that fit him like a glove. You were such a nice, pretty human female with a plump pussy he loved licking early in the morning when you were still hazy from sleep, and your breasts needed a good suck every day, too, but Bucky liked you because you were a sweetheart.
You kissed his horns when he showed them to you for the first time and told him not to hide them from you anymore, and then you were rubbing his back so softly every time he went to the shower Bucky was groaning the second you touched him. You cooked him food, too, and when he felt capricious you fed him with a spoon yourself. If he was tired from all the work in the little guesthouse close to hot springs he owned, you tucked him to sleep and kissed him goodnight. You were such a good, honest woman. So what if he had to keep you under mind control so that a minor demon hunter like you didn't freak out from the sight of him?
"When are you ovulating, baby?" He murmed against your ear, and you turned your head to him, kissing him again before you said, "Now."
He slipped you one more kiss, slowly getting you down on his bed where you had been sleeping since the day you showed up here, clueless, looking for the demonic presence you had been told to get rid off.
At first, Bucky was irritated with the rumors about some monster circulating around here because, despite being one hell of a demon, he wasn't particularly malicious - not anymore, anyway. Yes, he was sucking the energy from humans, but only ever so little to sustain himself, not even hurting anyone except perhaps some men who were so full of themselves Bucky felt like he was sent here by divine providence to punish the assholes. Nothing too bad for a demon of his caliber, anyway. How was he supposed to know the priest living in that tiny church still felt his presence and sent for a demon hunter?
Well, at least humans had no idea who he was. After you came to talk, he quickly realized the priest only felt some slight demonic energy and expected a minor demon to be messing with locals, so that you, a gentle and mostly inexperienced woman, was sent here to help. Sure, you would have no trouble getting pesky demons back to their realms, but it would take an army of hunters like you to bring any real harm to him.
He couldn't get mad at you for coming to catch him, he thought. Who could get mad at such soft and caring woman who came personally to tell him of the danger and assure him you were going to free this place from a demonic presence? Of course, he offered you to stay at his little guesthouse free from charge and use the hot springs to relax. You were tired from your journey, he said, curious to see how you were going to try and catch him, and you, deceived by his friendly demeanor, accepted his offer gratefully.
But Bucky sucked at being patient. He spied on you the moment you left for the hot springs, abandoning your clothing as you went down into the warm water, rubbing your sore arms and legs and making soft little noises. You were a lovely human woman but not built to be a demon hunter at all. Your flesh was unmarked, your hands gentle and pure, and you heart didn't harden the way the hearts of true hunters did. What was going to happen to you if priests underestimated the danger again and send you to fight off greater evil? Bucky knew what other demons would do to you. He wouldn't do it himself, of course, but when he thought of you getting into a trap of someone like incubus Loki or brute Zemo, he suddenly pitied you. What were other hunters thinking, taking you into apprenticeship?
And he was lusting after you, too. What man wouldn't? You were so soft and warm and lovely. He went after you before he even registered what he was doing in the hot springs. Good thing he casted the spell before he pretty much assaulted you. He didn't want you to be scared.
Everything spiraled downwards after that. What could he do? He loved your presence, the sound of your voice. Sex was mind-blowing too, and every day he found himself delaying the moment when he would take the charms off you. The longer time you spent together, the more reluctant he grew.
Well, what if he wasn't going to take off the charms at all? Sure, they weren't going to last forever, but you two had so much time before they wore off. What if you grew accustomed to him the way a woman does to living with her beloved? His charms didn't make you numb or replaced your feelings with fake ones. He just warped your mind a bit, let the charms twist the truth about demons so that you would no longer find him repulsive and inherently evil. It didn't mean they forced you to love him. They just eased you up a bit. Maybe, if he was thoughtful and gentle and you spent enough time under his care, you wouldn't leave even when charms would start wearing off. Maybe, if he was to marry you, promise you safety, you wouldn't run off later on.
Then it struck him. A child. He needed to sire a child with you. A halfling. You wouldn't leave your child behind even if you woke up one day and decided you couldn't stay here anymore. But your child would be only half-human, and you wouldn't be able to raise him on your own without your demon's husband help.
With you beneath him on his bed, he spread your folds and entered your again gently, even though you were more than ready to take him with his cum seeping out of your pussy. When he sheathed himself fully, he groaned, locking you up in a mating press with your legs up, losing what little patience he had left and rocking his hips, hard, until you let out a loud moan like a bitch in heat. You sure as hell were ovulating.
"When I knock you up... I'll teach you about anal sex," he growled, losing control, his balls slapping against your pussy. "You'll love it when I cum in your ass."
You, tired and wet and warm, were barely in condition to say anything at all, and he grinned at you from above, making sure to hammer his cock deep enough your womb would overflow with his seed.
It would take months for the charms to wear off. He had enough time.
I know demon!Bucky thrives at Halloween time, but could you imagine demon!Bucky in spring?
Demon!Bucky that you forced to wear a flower crown? Or that you take to opening day at the farmer’s market? Or that pops up because you misread some weird flier for st. Patty’s day, or a riddle for your Easter egg hunt?
I’d love it. All the pastel colors would probably burn his eyes
Pairing:- Demon/Mafia Bucky Barnes x Female Reader (use of the Pet name -Angel)
Word Count:- 4939
Warnings:- 18+ Dark Fic - for criminal themes mentioned and implied. Mafia AU. Mafia Bucky and Demon Bucky - they both carry a warning equally. Demon Powers. Supernatural world hinted at. Oral sex - both male and female giving and receiving. Vaginal sex. Public sex. Forced voyeurism as punishment. Edging. Orgasm denial. Bondage. Shadows manifesting. Drinking. Drugs. Mention of insecurities. Criminal activities. Mentions of violence. Hinted at marriage problems (but there is no cheating - only assumptions) revenge. Desire. Biting. Pain mixed with pleasure. Swearing. Possessive Bucky. Dirty talking. I think this covers everything found within but still proceed with caution in case one or two things have slipped through.
A/N:- This idea was born from this ask here and grew into a 4939 one-shot. Though in truth I’m not ready to give up Demon/Mafia Bucky and it will probably have many more one-shots included thanks to @thefallenbibliophilequote ask. I have had so much fun writing this story, and can’t wait to return to both Demon/Mafia Bucky and his Angel.
Dividers by @firefly-graphics and banners are by @maysdigitalarts
Summary:- A man seeking revenge on Bucky lays his hands on you. Bucky is ruthless in his punishment, and possessive in the way he shows that you are his, and nobody can take you from him.
With cold eyes, Bucky surveyed his domain from the circular balcony of the VIP area. The 7 Deadlies, was at full capacity, a sea of bodies pressed up together on the dance floor as bodies entwined together and the line of appropriate behaviour disappeared from thought without question as they gave into the thrall and energy that moved through his club.
The 7 Deadlies was not the place for the fainthearted. A den of iniquity where drinks poured freely, sex was always on the cards, and the frenzy of the human pleasurable emotions was in plenty of abundance. The multi-floored club, brought with it an unique experience, from the fighting pits in the second basement where blood spilled easily and fists flew in the air, to the crunching of bones as people chanted into the ether, to the private rooms above him where sexual energy tasted divine, and kept him well sated for days at a time.
It was here the world bowed at his feet; it was here. He ruled with an iron fist and spread out his influence on the world.
All it took was a little concentration, a manipulation of what was already there and a whisper in the back of the mind and all who entered were his for the taking. There was nothing they would not offer him for what he offered them in return. Just for a taste of sweet, sweet freedom. To be free in a way they had only ever dreamed about.
Drugs, sex, violence, money, power - they could find it all within his walls, and if they wanted outside, well, the price would be their soul.
Bucky hadn’t intended to make the deal he made decades ago that had made him the man, or rather the Demon King, he was today.
When he had been nothing more than a teenage boy, bloody and broken on death’s door after the worst night of his life. His family slaughtered for the debt they could not pay all for one man to send a message of what would happen to those who crossed him. He wasn’t sure whether it was out of pity or because his soul screamed bloody vengeance into the abyss with so much hatred in his heart - but something had answered his cry and offered him the power he needed to achieve his vengeance. The price hadn’t seemed too much to pay back then, almost 70 years ago.
That power had helped him survive the war and losing his arm. Had helped him survive the replacement made of shadows and metal, darkness and blood, except when he wore a glamour to hide it from mortal eyes. Had helped him build his Empire in the City that Never Sleeps and keep one step ahead of the law.
That power had granted him youth and immortality. To be nothing more than a whispered shadow that people said in the darkness with fear in their hearts and desire in their blood.
It had allowed him to heal his best friend and grant him the same gifts they had gifted him with in return.
It had allowed him to find you. A shining starlight amidst the black empty void he couldn’t help but be drawn to. Like a moth to a flame. Had he remained mortal, he would have been dead and buried long ago, and not meeting you would have been a crime against his very soul.
As twisted as it was.
Even amongst the bodies pressed together on the dance floor below, his gaze found you. Hips swaying in tune with the music, eyes closed, and head back, arms above you. You were beautiful. A goddess amongst mere mortals, and all his.
He could never let you go.
Bucky reached for his power, a forever undercurrent that coursed through him, and reached for but a trickle. Coiling the shadows around you as you danced, so they felt like fingers caressing your bare skin.
Your eyes snapped open, gaze locked on to him with heat burning brightly in your eyes. Your lips turned up into a slow smirk. Bucky knew you loved it when he manipulated the shadows in such a way. Touching you with no one being any the wiser.
Lust vibrated through you. He could read your energy better than anyone else, as linked as the two of you were. Gold and red, like the sun, always burning. Molten hot. So unique to you and tasted divine on his lips.
As close to heaven as he would ever get.
No, he hadn’t been able to resist you. From the first moment he laid eyes on you, the first time you stepped into his club, your soul, your aura, had called to him like a siren’s song. Your smile lighting up his club, your laugh infections.
You made him come undone, more than you would ever realise.
You danced for him. Your gaze never wavering from his as your hands moved up your body, across your hips, stomach, breasts, to the side of your neck. Teasing him, as he was teasing you with the shadows that coiled around you.
His cock throbbed the urge to reach for you and fuck you on the dance floor, had his energy vibrate outward, capturing a few unsuspecting souls enough that the pretence of keeping their clothes on disappeared and they fucked each other against the wall below.
Bucky bit his bottom lip, pulled back the energy that was leaking from him, to regain his composure. Everything about you drove him wild. He could never get enough of you, whether or not he had you for eternity.
You paused in your step. He could see the frown that creased your brow and a grimace on your lips as your gaze turned from him to look behind you.
With narrowed eyes, Bucky could see another hand touching your hip. Pulling you back to sway your hips against them.
Fury boiled beneath his skin, enraged that another would dare to touch you. His fingers gripped the metal railing, which bent under the pressure. Through gritted teeth, and with a hiss, an unmistakable command, he turned to Steve.
“I want them in my office. Now. And find out who that fucking bastard is.”
“It’s the Baron, boss,” Steve answered, as he looked toward you both before slowly adding. “He has been vying for your attention for weeks.”
A growl rumbled through his body, his eyes turning an inky black as the demon in him pushed to the surface. A dangerous smile twisted his lips.
“Oh, he will get his meeting. One he won’t ever forget.” A possessiveness seared his skin, a taunting voice proclaiming mine. Mine. Mine. Echoed in his mind.
It took everything in him not to jump through the shadows and rip out the Baron’s throat, and leave his limp body at your feet, before fucking you senseless so you would never forget that you were his.
Not that you had encouraged the man to put his hands on you, but that possessive streak he had with you couldn’t be reasoned with. With a blink, he appeared in his office. Large enough to fit the circular conference table that his most trusted sat at fortnightly to update him of anything that needed his attention. He took his seat at the head of the table and waited patiently for Steve to bring you both.
Anger coiled tightly through him, and shadows closed in around the room.
He wanted to rip the Baron’s heart out and feed it to him.
Bucky didn’t have to wait long for Steve to bring you to him. The Baron still had his hands on you, despite the way you tried to untangle yourself from him.
White hot fury surged through his veins, his eyes unmistakably black as he took you both in.
“Unless you want me to remove your hands, I suggest you remove them from her, Baron.”
The man in question flashed a cocky smirk, as though he thought himself clever that he had worked him up so much, and pulled his hands away from you. You didn’t need telling. The moment you were free to do so, you were at his side, eyes searching his face, looking for reassurance.
Bucky hated he couldn’t give it to you yet. His anger was not at you, but at the man lazily taking a seat opposite him.
Known as Baron on the streets, but Bucky knew his real name was Helmut Zemo.
“You have my attention, Baron. What exactly is it you want?”
“They have whispered your name for decades in the city of New York. The Demon King. The man that can give you what you most desire. Yet you look younger than me. How is that?”
“Good skin care routine.” Bucky deadpanned. “Lots of water.”
Zemo gave a lazy smile.
“I will work it out, Barnes. I will work out all your secrets in the end.”
Bucky gave him a bored look.
“I don’t think it’s just my secrets you want, Baron. I think you want something else.”
Zemo’s gaze flickered between the two of you. His thoughts are loud and clear. He wanted Bucky’s secrets, his power, his Empire that he had carved out. He wanted it all. Including you. Something Bucky would not allow. Ever. Bucky couldn’t say whether it was the power of his club that had caused this shift in desires for the man sitting opposite him, or whether he just wanted to take everything from Bucky. He inhaled, pulling at Zemo’s aura and tasting it on his tongue. Ah, there it is. The truth of it all.
Bucky flashed him a slow smile.
“You want revenge. You want to take everything from me? Funny, usually I remember the reasons people want revenge against me, and yet I don’t recall you at all.”
Anger flashed in Zemo’s eyes, just for a moment, before he gave him a blank stare.
Bucky reached for his power, shadows snaking around Zemo in his chair, holding him in place. He strained against the invisible restraints, confusion twisting in his face.
“Tell me, why do you want revenge?” Power laced his words, turning the question into an order that tickled at Zemo’s mind, forcing him to obey.
“My wife.” the words forced themselves out with a snarl, his eyes widened in surprise. “My wife came here ten years ago. She was never the same after. She left me.”
Bucky licked his bottom lip, memories stirring. He remembered the woman Zemo was picturing as clear as day. She had come here looking for something as so many did, and found it. He had brief contact with her, but he could remember the taste of her soul. Desperate. Unfilled. Needing more to her life than what she had.
“She begged for what she found here,” he taunted, drinking down Zemo’s anger as it pulsed out of him. And she had. They all did in the end. “And because you couldn’t give her what she wanted, you sought revenge on me. To take what is mine.”
Bucky glanced towards you, aware that Zemo’s gaze followed suit.
“She is your weakness. It hasn’t taken me long to discover that.” Zemo snapped. “I can take her from you, just as you took my wife from me.”
Bucky didn’t respond. He soaked up the sight of you.
“On your knees, Angel. Show Zemo that no matter how much he tries, he can never take you from me. You are mine, body, heart and soul.”
You followed his order, going to your knees. Eager hands at his belt and zip. Giving you access to his cock. Bucky had never been ashamed of sex. Didn’t matter about their gender. If he desired them, if he wanted them, then he was more than willing to comply. He was more than happy to put on a show for Zemo, to teach a valuable lesson, and one look in your eyes, and the scent of your desire hitting his nose was all the sign he needed you were willing.
Even so, he wanted Zemo to hear the words come out of your lips. Wanted the pretty sound of your voice to taunt the man before him.
“Tell me what you want to do, Angel?”
You licked your lips, your gaze never leaving him.
“Please.”
“Say the words.”
“Please, I want your cock in my mouth.”
“Good girl,” he whispered, leaning forward to capture his lips with yours. Tongue teasing at your bottom lip, before sweeping it across your tongue. He could taste the heat of your desire in his mouth.
He pulled back from you, his eyes blackened.
“Suck my cock.”
Three words. An order you followed beautifully.
The heat of your mouth on his cock, desire coiled through him, and his cock throbbed.
The image of you on your knees in front of him, willing and eager, always made him hard, but watching as you slowly inch your way down his hard cock in this moment would forever be ingrained into his mind. The vibrating hum as you moaned in satisfaction around his length, and that thing you did with your tongue that had every muscle in his body coil tight with tension. He bit back the groan that wanted to escape him, his gaze never leaving you.
He fucking loved it when you sucked him off.
Loved it when you got on your knees, a mischievous glint in your gaze as you looked up at him and with a coy smile on your lips before you swallowed him down. Knowing full well that sight was not one he could ever say no to.
Tonight, though, was different. Tonight was a lesson that needed to be taught.
With narrowed eyes, he lifted his gaze away from you, and landed on the man sitting opposite him in the conference room he ruled his Empire from.
Tonight it was just him, you, and the man who thought he could try to take you from him. The man who dared to put his fucking hands on you.
Helmut Zemo.
A man seeking revenge against him for a lost wife, and yet it wasn’t him that had taken her away from him. His club had shown her the way, given her a taste of her heart’s desire, and she had wanted more.
Bucky bit his bottom lip before a smirk played across his lips. He was more than happy to show Zemo exactly who you belonged to, and the price that would be paid for daring to poach in his territory.
Zemo couldn’t take his eyes off you. His pupils blown with lust, and a noticeable tent in his trousers was visible as he struggled against the shadow restraints that held him in place. Bucky could taste his desire, just as much as he could taste yours.
“See how well she sucks my cock, Zemo? How eager she is for it? You are watching right now, wishing her mouth was on yours. Giving you a taste of what she is capable of,” he grunted. “But you won’t ever get to have her.”
He thrust his hips up, forcing your mouth to relax as you took as much of his cock as you could. The scent of your desire pooling at your pussy was driving him on and bringing with it an urge to have his mouth on you. To taste your desire on his tongue as he made you come undone again and again. All the while Zemo watched, unable to touch you, unable to ease his growing frustration, to not even give himself relief by touching himself.
“Get on your feet, Angel. I want you to lie on that conference table. As you come undone, I want to taste you on my tongue. I want him to see the pleasure only I can give you, rip through you. I want you to scream my name as you cum, again and again.”
You pulled back from Bucky’s cock and looked up at him. Your heart thudded loudly against your chest, sending liquid desire through your body with every pulsing beat. You could taste him on your tongue, the sweet saltiness of pre-cum that had you hot, wet and needy.
Fuck, did the idea of Bucky fucking you with his mouth turn you on? Everything about this man turned you on, and yet there was a flicker of hesitation. Bucky brought out a side of you that was unrecognisable. Free and wild. Without fear, without concerns over insecurities that had weighed you down your entire life. You were beautiful to Bucky. He looked at you and it made you feel powerful and sexy. You had no problem letting go of those voices when it came to giving him pleasure in front of other people, when he looked at you like that. But having others see you - in a genuine moment of vulnerability, when you were lost in the sea of pleasure that only Bucky had ever coaxed out of you. Skin coated with a thin sheen of sweat, and you panting and gasping like a drowning person.
It made butterflies flutter in your stomach, and you couldn’t help but drop your gaze to the floor as those voices whispered loudly in your mind.
Nobody wants to see you like that. Why would anybody want to see you like that? Why would Bucky want to see you like that when he can have anyone he wants?
Old doubts still slithered through you. You doubted you would ever truly be able to pull them out. Not completely.
Bucky leaned forward, his hand on your chin, as he tilted your head to meet his gaze. The look of hunger in his eyes stole your breath away.
“Don’t act innocent when we both know where your mouth was a moment ago.”
You shook your head, forgetting for a moment that it wasn’t just the two of you.
“It’s not that,” you whispered, your gaze dropping from his.
“Angel, look at me.”
You obeyed his order, unable to resist as that primal part of you reacted to everything that was Bucky. For a second, the black swirl in his eyes lightened, allowing the piercing blue to return as he looked down at you.
“You are a goddess that deserves to be worshipped. Let me worship you. Let me bring you pleasure like no other,” Bucky soothed, before sliding off the chair enough to cup your face in his hand. He turned your head slightly, so you could see Zemo looking at you both.
“See how he looks at you? He wants you. That desire that is flowing through him right now, a deep, deep red. That is for you.” Bucky sneered. “Let us show him you are mine. That he will never have you. Let me taste you on my tongue as you cum. Let him witness your pleasure and know that he can never coax those sounds from your mouth or feel the way your pussy clenches around his cock. He will never have you, but I want him to see the goddess that you are.”
He captures your lips with his again. His kiss is possessive, stealing the air from your lungs, and pulling a whimper from your throat. It pushed all doubts aside as you drowned in his kiss, desire shooting through you, making your skin prickle with goosebumps. Your fingers grip his legs, digging in hard.
“Bucky,” you plead as he breaks away.
“Tell me what you want, Angel. I know what I want to do to you, but tell me what you want. Let me hear those words.”
His eyes had darkened again, the hunger unmistakable.
“I want your mouth on my cunt. I want you to make me cum.” You breathed. Short, sharp shallow breaths as your chest tightened.
He moved quicker than you could blink, pulling you up in his arms, before resting you on the conference table. You lay down, back to the table as he moved between your legs. He worked his hands further up your legs, pushing your dress up as he went, revealing your red lace panties.
Your back arched at his touch, and your legs widened to allow him better access. He ripped away the thin fabric that stood between him and your pussy with one hard tug. You could feel his hot breath on your inner thigh and couldn’t stop the wiggle as you pushed yourself closer to him.
He chuckled against your thigh.
“Such an eager, pretty Angel. I want you to hear you scream my name when you cum. Scream it loud. Don’t hold back.”
Bucky bent forward. His tongue slid through your wet folds. An agonisingly slow lick that had your breath catching in your throat and a soft gasp escaping as you bit down on your bottom lip until he got to the top and teased. He sucked your clit. The pleasure that fired through you made your eyes roll into the back of your neck. Your fingers ran through his hair as you arched upwards. A tingle of pleasure rippled through your nerves, leaving them raw and eager for more.
Bucky sucked, and he licked. His teeth grazed your clit ever so slightly in that way you liked that had a moan passing your lips, the sweet mix of pain and pleasure curling into one.
You writhed beneath him, and with one hand, he hooked your leg across his shoulder and pulled you further down the table. Your head tilted back, capturing a glance at Zemo as he struggled against the restraints that held him to the chair. He was panting, his gaze not leaving you for a second.
Bucky’s mouth was slow and tortuous. Teasing you until you were a coiled mess of vibrating tension, ready to snap as your body hummed and whined.
He worked harder as you gyrated your hips against him. Two fingers dipping through your wet folds and curving upwards.
“Bucky,” you gasped, the desperation in your tone clear to hear as pressure simmered beneath your skin.
It was all too much.
His mouth on your cunt.
His fingers in your pussy.
The combination of licking, sucking, and grazing teeth on your clit.
His fingers sliding in and out, the curve rubbing just enough pressure on that sweet spot inside of you.
It was too much, and it wasn’t enough.
You wanted more; you wanted it all.
“Bucky.”
You moved against him, fucking his face, needing a little more so you could fall over the edge you were hanging over. Seeking a release you so desperately wanted.
With a cry, you tumbled over the edge, floating on the release that thundered through your body.
His name is a prayer on your lips as you shattered under him. “BUCKY!”
Lightning crackled along your nerves as a wave of desire and pleasure swept through you like a whirlwind. The coiled tension in your body snapping, your back arched in response as your muscles vibrated from the crown of your head to the curling of your toes. Your fingers curled in Bucky’s hair, digging into his scalp, keeping his mouth on you. Not that he had any intention of stopping. He lapped you up with eagerness, and rode you through your orgasm as you surrendered yourself to him. Hands gripping your hips to keep you in place.
You had known for a while that Bucky owned you. Body and heart and soul, and that would never change. You gave yourself to him willingly.
Slowly the pleasure lessened, to a shiver running through your body as your heart thudded against your chest, the sound roaring in your ears as you took one breathless pant after the other.
Your skin was hot to touch, and you desperately sought to remain in that high that buzzed through you.
“See how beautiful she is when she cums,” Bucky whispered against your thigh as he placed a tender kiss and nipped at the skin. “See how she comes undone for me? No other will ever make her cum so hard. No other will make her feel what I can make her feel.”
You caught his gaze with yours, and held it for a moment, letting every feeling you had for him bleed through that shared connected moment.
You were his. Would always be his. Nobody would ever take you from him.
His eyes darkened, and a slow coy smirk danced across his lips. Without warning, he pulled you off the conference table and turned you around. A hand on your back pushing you down so you bent in half. His hands gripped yours and pulled them behind your back and held them there.
A thrill of anticipation shot through you, you loved it when Bucky got a little rough with you, when he showed you how much he owned you.
“Look at him while I fuck you. Let him see you cum on my cock. Let him see how much you enjoy it.”
With a single thrust, his cock slid inside you. Stretching you as he filled you. He gave you no time to adjust to his girth before he pulled out and slammed back into you. The demonic strength of his pushing you hard enough into the conference table that it dug into your skin.
You bit your bottom lip, but your gaze locked onto Zemo.
“She clenches around my cock, so fucking tight. Pulling me into her even more. You wouldn’t last five seconds with her.” Bucky grunted.
You lost yourself in the sensations of his cock inside your pussy. Every thrust sent a shiver down your spine as he pounded into you. Hard and fast. Frantic and possessive.
“Taking me so fucking well.” He grunted over you as he continued pounding his cock deep inside you.
Filling up all the empty spaces in your soul. Shadows wrapped around you, just as they did Zemo, coiled around your throat, and pulled your head up off the table so you could see him more clearly, and so he could see your face as you came. You loved it when Bucky used his powers on you to bring you pleasure, loved how it made you feel to be cradled by shadows and darkness.
With him, you knew you were safe, above all else.
Safe and loved.
Bucky pounded into you, coaxing whispered moans, and pleading mores from your lips.
“Harder. Fuck me harder.”
His thrusts became unforgiving. Just the pain you enjoyed, mixed in with the delicious building pleasure that pushed you towards the finish line.
“Argh!” you cried, as his cock found that delicious sensitive spot, and shadows teased across your clit with just the right amount of pressure. White hot liquid desire erupted through you, blurring your vision. Your body trembled as it uncoiled, riding the heated inferno that coursed through your veins with every thud of your heart. Bucky held you, his thrusts more frantic and harder than ever until he came undone, his cock pulsing as he filled you with his essence, sharing just a slither of his power and energy, feeding your soul with something wholly other and him.
Bucky pulled out of you, pulling at your arms until you pressed against him. A hand tailed down your stomach, to your exposed pussy with his cum dripping between your legs, and gently caresses over your bare skin. Your heart pounded against your chest, and you knew it was only his strength that was keeping you on your feet.
Bucky nipped at the side of your neck, his teeth grazing, before his gaze landed on Zemo. You could see the pleading desperation in his gaze, the pain that twisted across his face as strained against his restraints. Bucky could share that sexual energy with others, and he hadn’t held back with Zemo. The man who had dared to touch you had felt every single orgasm that had rocked through your body, but Bucky would have kept him on the edge, denying him the release he sought. You couldn’t help but smile at him. He had come here, thinking he had the upper hand, not knowing the power Bucky had, or that he would be incapable of taking you from him. You couldn’t find it in yourself to feel pity for him.
“I’m going to let you live tonight Zemo, but even as you leave this club, that desire that has you all twisted and knotted inside won’t release itself from you. No matter how much you fuck, or wank, you won’t be able to come.” Bucky said. His tone dripped with ice. “I give people their desires, but I can also deny them their desires. I’m denying you yours.”
He tucked you to his side. “You want that release? You’re going to have to beg for my forgiveness. And right now, I’m not in a forgiving mood.”
Bucky cupped your chin with his hand, and tilted your head to the side so he could kiss you.
A wicked glint in his gaze. He smirked at you as he pulled back.
“I believe, Angel, that the night is still young, and you have a few more orgasms with my name on your lips, left in you.”
“Is that so?” you teased softly. “Shall we find out?”
He smirked at you, guiding you out of the office, leaving Zemo where he was. The door to his office opened by itself, and Bucky moved to let you pass first.
“Steve, make sure the trash is taken out. I’m not to be disturbed for anything, for the next twenty-four hours.”
You cocked an eyebrow at him. “Twenty-four hours?”
“Of course, I want to hear you scream, many, many times.”
His hand snaked around your waist, and without warning he flashed you both away to the penthouse at the top of the building.
Tagging @thefallenbibliophilequote as promised. I hope you enjoy. @saiyanprincessswanie @teishalicious @musingsinmoonlight
And I'm in two minds about it because I like the idea of a human reader oooooor like an angel reader?????
So come with me and explore:
Human version:
I like the idea of an innocent reader and that being something demon Bucky becomes obsessed with.
He can totally smell it on you and he just has to have it.
Maybe he watches you for a week or so, and he spots other men, supernatural or otherwise who walk with you, touch you, dare to kiss you.
If he had blood it would boil.
I like the idea of him luring you in somehow to his lair with the promise of a beautiful view of the city? Or a secret treasure?
Either way, at some point he presses you up against the wall, sucking bruises into your warm skin, stealing your breath and squeezing at your body.
"You've been made for me dove"
"No one can touch you from now on, do you understand me?"
"I'll keep you here with me beautiful"
You murmur a yes, with no idea what he is talking about. You just want him to keep going.
You didn't intend to sleep with a stranger in a run down building, but he knew your body, better than you did.
Your dress hiked up, body pinned tight and teeth scraping your skin.
"Give yourself to me now" he growls, and you nod before he presses his cock into you, stretching you and capturing your lips in a kiss as you wail a little in pain.
He lets you adjust, for a moment, but he's waited too long for you. He feels your nails digging into his shoulders as he ruts upwards. He licks up your tears and praises you, his voice straining at your tightness
"Perfect, perfect little Dove"
"Taking me so well.... Never letting you go...never ever..."
The feeling to you is new and although it hurts at first, he soothes you and kisses you until you feel better and pleasure sparks up within you.
Your moans are music to his ears, how could you resist him now?
He feels you squeezing him impossibly tighter, it makes his knees buckle almost. To steady himself he leans forward, and you sink down a little lower on his cock.
"Bucky....Bucky please..." You pant and he reaches down to where you meet and rubs a harsh thumb over your soft folds.
Your eyes widen as your orgasm rushes through you, voice echoing through the empty room.
Your head falls forward and rests on his shoulder, as his deep voice rumbles you into a exhausted sleep.
Later, you awake in a much nicer room, soft sheets surround your naked form and you gasp as you become aware of the huge man licking at your soft thighs up towards the apex of your legs.
"Finally" he growls, a soft smile on his lips as he continues to kiss and lick at your skin.
"I shouldn't be here" you whisper, hating your weak body for responding so readily to his actions.
His head snaps up and glares at you. His eyes turning black as he rushes forward.
"You said you would stay and be mine Dove. You promised..."
His thumb presses against your clit again as his fingers press to your sore pussy and he grinds slowly.
"I've chosen you and you want me...don't you? I can see it. I can taste it."
You moan and whine, falling backwards as he probes you.
"What do you want from me?" You whine softly. You haven't grasped it yet. What he is. What you are falling into.
He chuckles, sinking his fingers deeper, curling upwards. Your body goes taut and he leans over you, his eyes black again, skin cold and teeth sharp as razors.
"I want you. For eternity."
Your pleasure overrides your fear, or mixes together, its hard to tell.
You look at him as hard as you can, focus and try and find a shred of strength to fight against him.
A pause. A breath.
"Yes" you whisper.
He smiles and moves down, his teeth sinking into you, making you his forever as your body convulses in pleasure and agony.
Phew lost my shit a bit there. Lemme know if you wanna see the angel version ❤️
Warnings: Non con/Dubcon, jealous and possessive behavior, smut, torture and murder through psychic powers, alcohol consumption
Summary: Bucky set out rules and you set out to break them.
Word count: 2k
Main Masterlist // Library
♦ DARK. EXPLICIT. 18+. You’re responsible for the media you choose to consume ♦
Considering the boisterous crowd of thrill-seekers, demons and poor unfortunate souls the club is swarming with, it’s a wondrous feat that Bucky still takes note of your brash behavior.
Strangely enough, it’s not about pissing off your hellish fiancé.
Hellish fiancé. You could laugh.
Most people would use such expressions ironically - figuratively - but, for you, it could not be more literal. Bucky Barnes, your betrothed, is a demon… one your parents pawned you off to when they couldn’t keep their business afloat over two decades ago. You grew up never wanting for anything, their smiles placating and warm at every Christmas, every birthday.
The depth of their deceit still revolts you.
By the time they finally confessed, it was too late… Bucky was on your doorstep with a devilish smirk, keen to claim what he was owed.
If you held any delusions, any speck of hope, Bucky was quick to smother them. Nothing was concealed from you. All the gruesome deals, the damnation, the torture.
Hoarse screams and rivers of blood flood your nightmares.
You hardly ever catch a wink of sleep anymore.
If you’re to be by my side for all eternity, doll, I need you to see me, really see me.
And what you saw struck you with horror.
It’s why you elected to forget.
On your fourth drink of the night, adrift on a cloud of oblivion, you’re careless as you grind your ass against some demon you don’t know.
He’s handsy, his palms wandering over your curves and you let him, swaying to the loud techno beats roaring from the speakers.
Tipsiness envelops your mind and the crimson glow of his irises is but a mere trifle now, a trick of the dull fluorescent lights you can pretend away.
The ephemeral joy bubbling inside your veins is your solace away from hell’s scorch and sorrows.
You want to soak it in, till all your troubles melt down to the dregs of a glass of liquor.
As a delirious grin decorates your lips, a gruff, curt wrench of your wrist spooks you, propelling you to full alertness.
Abrupt Sobriety, as a bucket of ice water poured on you without warning, falls over you. The playful quirk of your lips flattens into a tense, trembling line.
Face to face with the stormy rage distorting Bucky’s handsome features, you flinch. In a black suit that highlights the bulkiness of his frame, brown locks kissing his shoulders, shadows dancing in his steel gray gaze, Bucky is a sight to behold.
A fear-inspiring sight.
His grip on you is harsh enough to cut blood flow. You whimper.
“Bucky, I-”
Apologies haven’t departed your mouth before an ear-bleeding howl ripples across the night club. A wave of cold rolls over you. When you pivot, your eyes fall to the floor and you gasp. Gray vapors fill the air, rising from a blackened heap, still seared with flaming embers. Smoke tickles your nose. The charred, curled remains of the demon who was flushed against your back only a few minutes earlier are staring at you, a grim taunt that makes your chest throb.
Your attention is diverted when Bucky draws you away. His steps are determined and quick; you almost trip in your chunky heels.
The crowd of drunken nightclub goers goes eerily silent, splitting to free space for Bucky as he stomps to his office.
“You didn’t have to kill him,” you blurt out, your pitch tremulous, when Bucky slams the door closed. You massage your sore wrist.
Bucky halts in his tracks. Heat prickles along your frame as his gaze wanders over your little black dress, sizing you up from head to toe.
He scoffs, a cocky smirk on his lips.
“Anyone who’s stupid enough to lay a finger on what’s mine…” Bucky’s brows knit in anger. “get what they deserve,” he gruffly replies.
You shake your head, clenching your fists.
“I’m not yours.”
You wince when your jaw is seized by cruel fingers.
“Oh doll…” His slate orbs flash with danger. “Hell would freeze over before I ever let you go anywhere without me.”
Teeth like knives mock you, glinting in the dim light of Bucky’s office, before the first powerful kick knocks you off your feet. You keel over, pain ringing through your whole body. You clutch your midriff and tears spring in your eyes.
Bucky tilts his head, glaring down at you through your utter agony. Through your spinning vision, he removes his jacket and rolls up his sleeves.
“Please. I can’t…It hurts,” you implore, writhing on the floor.
You would do anything to make it go away. All your thoughts converge on the pain. It’s unbearable. You want to puke and shout and cry, all at once. And Bucky hasn’t laid a finger on you yet. He doesn’t need to. It’s one of his powers as a demon. He can curse you with incogitable woes without touching you.
A sigh falls from Bucky’s mouth as he kneels next to you. He strokes the tears on your cheeks, humming appreciatively.
“I have to punish you, doll. How else are you gonna learn?” he murmurs. He smiles and pecks your forehead. “The way you scream, dollface… it’s like the sweetest music.” As you sob, Bucky cups the side of your face. “But I’m not a monster.”
Suddenly the pain subsides. You’re still weeping while Bucky shushes you, whispering tender reassurances in your ear. He hoists your quivering form, effortlessly carrying you to the most dreaded corner of the room. You’ve seen Bucky use the contraption on one or two occasions and it never ended well for the ones on it. Dried blotches of blood remain on the wood.
You gulp the lump in your throat.
You try to resist and sock him in the chin but Buck clasps your wrists with a sick smile on his face.
He slams your body on the torture rack and pain echoes through your limbs, your head pulsing. You quell the rise of bile in your throat.
Bucky secures each leather restraints, your strident pleas scattering to the void. His indifference saturates your eyes with tears.
Your complete despair crashes over you.
No one will come to help. It’s Bucky’s club, Bucky’s rules.
And the ones present who do not work for him in some capacity, are about as terrified of him as you are.
Bucky’s hands roam over you and he tears your little black dress.
The brief swirl of cool air on your skin dwindles when Bucky’s warmth surrounds you. His woodsy, potent cologne breaches past your senses.
“I bought you that,” he casually says. “It’s only fair I get to remove it.”
He kneads at your breasts, feeling the weight of them in his palms. Bucky looms over you and traces circles with this pointed, scorching tongue over your taut nipples. Your back arches as you choke on air, straining the leather binding you to the rack.
“Pain and pleasure…it’s the only language you mortals understand, isn’t it?” He rasps against your flesh, sucking your mounds and rolling his tongue feverishly over your sensitive skin. He always drives you wild. His caresses heavenly, his tongue blissful and his cock…a most delightful torture.
And Bucky smugly knows it. He’s aware of the uncanny effect his body has on you, despite how much you loathe him. He never hesitates to exploit this knowledge to its full potential.
He plucks at your core through your soaked panties.
His deep voice smooths over you like velvet.
“Dripping wet for me already.” His soft mouth travels down the expanse of your navel. You pant, fire radiating in your nerves. “This sweet mouth can lie all day, but this little pussy knows her master. She purrs only for me.” Bucky punctuates his statement by burying his fingers in your aching core, shoving the lace aside. His fingers drum inside your core, playing a frenzied beat it knows all too well, the tune lulling you to your collapse.
He’s relentless. His fingers graze against your folds, scratching and caressing as high-pitched moans loosen from your tongue. Slowly, you come apart on Bucky’s fingers. The first climax is brutal and quick, clipping at your resolve.
Your lids and folds flutter rhythmically. You gush over Bucky’s digits as they hook inside you.
As your chest heaves, Bucky brings his fingers to his mouth, tasting you with his eyes closed, his low thrum ravenous.
When his lids snap open, his irises flicker scarlet, desire blowing his pupils. Bucky starts changing, his fangs growing, his coal-black horns piercing through his mane and his eyes clouding over with darkness. A haze engulfs your senses.
Your need becomes more urgent. Your skin itches and your core howls, fiery want consuming you. The desire to have Bucky inside you at all cost is visceral, vicious. Your insides twinge in agony, twisting and pressing as if your whole body was on the cusp of shattering from the inside out.
“Please, Bucky, please…” you beseech, your voice a mere lustful breath.
A husky chuckle peals from Bucky’s throat.
“I love it when you beg for me, doll.” Bucky nudges his lips, slick with your arousal, against your own. “You taste so much sweeter too." You taste yourself on his tongue and you whimper in his mouth. As Bucky splits your lip open, blood leaks inside the kiss, tainting it red. He claims your lips possessively, the bulge in his pants scratching along your thigh.
Bucky rests your thighs over his shoulders, spreading you for him. He drinks in the sight of your weeping cunt, your folds shivering under his fevered stare.
You tug at the leather when fire gleams along your clit, Bucky’s breath unbearably hot. His sharp black nails dig inside your plush thighs.
“You belong to me, doll. And I’ll show you as many times as it takes.”
Sensations sweep through you, small sparks unleashing all throughout your body as Bucky’s tongue digs inside your folds. He licks a stripe from your bundle of nerves to your core, groaning against your heated flesh.
Silky strands brush against your inner thigh. Bucky’s noisy. His chest-deep grunts and hums as he feasts on your core elevate in the room. Your hips jerk into his expert mouth.
Maybe you should experience some modicum of shame, but you’re too blinded by euphoria to mind the way your body simply surrenders to his mouth. The clamor of your wet cunt being devoured by the demon infects the room, the stench of lust seeming to cling to the very walls.
Your eyes roll backwards. You can get enough of Bucky’s cursed tongue. He corrals your hips firmly, keeping you against him, drowning in your essence.
“Cum for me, doll,” Bucky mutters. His sensual timbre reverberates through your whole being. You hear it in your head. You feel it in your bones. Tremors cascade through your frame as you reach your peak on Bucky’s greedy tongue. Your vision flickers and you let out a wail, lengthy and desperate. He laps at your shaking cunt with a deep rumble.
When Bucky’s head rises, he licks his lips, a lewd whine escaping his chest. His glistening smile conjures chills on your spine.
Bucky doesn’t stop there, robbing orgasm after orgasm from you as your legs wrap around his neck, pulling him closer. You hate that you need him so much, a chasm of longing eating your insides. You ride the wave of yet another climax with his tongue flat on your soft bud.
The bottom of his face is damp with your juices, his grin roguish. Bucky’s tongue peeks out to wander over his bottom lip. His head slants. His craving for you is etched in his fingertips as they press into your thighs.
“Told you that sweet little pussy only sings for me doll.” His breath tickles your overwrought core and Bucky snickers at your squirming. When his fangs sink into your inner thigh, a sharp cry unfurls from you.
Your eyes snap open, the sting piercing through the rapturous fog. Bucky licks the bite marks he carves all over your delicate skin. The wounds sear closed, bright and fiery hot, leaving scars that are proof of Bucky’s ownership.
Bucky lowers your hips in line with his own. The sound of his zipper and the buttons coming undone have your pussy clenching in anticipation.
Your bound arms ache as Bucky squeezes your hips, the head of his thick crimson cock teasing your wet folds with long, torturous drags. You gnaw on your lip, your brows twitching. Bucky’s skin flushes red, turning a deep scarlet. Gold and black and red melt in your vision while his huge cock bruises your petals with a brutal shove.
You gasp, a wordless scream surging inside your throat. When he hits your hilt, sheathing himself inside you fully, flames expand upon your flesh, licking at every inch. Coils snap inside you and you fall limp in his embrace.
He begins to pummel your core without mercy.
“I’m gonna make you scream, doll,” he promises softly. “Scream so loud, every demon in this club will know exactly who you belong to.”
