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Conversations With The Devil (Part 2) - Bucky Barnes

Summary: For the week 2 writing game by @the-slumberparty i chose to continue one of my first one shots submitted to a challenge, Conversations With The Devil (part one) can be read here. My opening line prompt was 'He was at a crossroads and whichever path he chose would ruin someone’s life.'

Pairing: Soft!Dark!Devil! Bucky x Desi! Female!Reader

Word Count: 6.9k || Dividers: @firefly-graphics

Warnings: 18+ Minors DNI, seances gone wrong, Oral F and M receiving, horror themes, smut, having sex with the devil?, a smidge of demon cock (nothing explicit just demon p grinding against human v), overstimulation, p in v, multiple orgasms, magic, sort of god complex, a little dark, whump, possession of a family member of the reader (not very horror-esque), protective bucky, horny bucky, devil bucky is a menace. please proceed with caution, you are responsible for your media consumption.

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He was at a crossroads and whichever path he chose would ruin someone’s life. Not that he ever cared for either kind of critters that littered the realms he roamed. Bucky was more so concerned with himself, always himself and his concerns.

Even months ago when he stumbled across those three little humans during the seance.

He stares at the gold gleaming around his wrist, it was surprising this piece of magick. Remaining uncut by the most demonic and angelic of swords. The fire of hell did not melt the gold. Incantations that would have worlds collapsing did not break the chains.

A curse or blessing upon the human’s family. He scoffs, at least they were no longer binding his neck and right hand. Only one remained around his left wrist keeping the two of them coterminous across realms. He licks his lips remembering her taste on his tongue. His cock hardens, then Bucky focuses his eyes back on the demons arguing in his court. He resists the urge to roll his eyes at their repetitive blabber.

Tear apart limbs this, possess little red haired ragdoll that; Bucky groans internally.

Then a wicked smile stretches across his face. He should check in on his own little Doll. She did just tempt him. It had been days since he teased her from his throne. The tendrils bellow softly beneath his throne, making their way to the portal he had hidden.

Closing his eyes, Bucky visualises her, hmm, a different outfit than he’d seen her wear before. The long skirt shifts delicately with each step.

His gaze takes you in, your brows furrow as you turn in the empty corridor trying to discern why the feeling of being watched creeps up your spine. His fists clenched as he stopped himself from allowing you to feel his touch.

You would have to wait.

You’re at yet another boring pre wedding dinner with the entire family. Distant cousins, uncles and aunts all gathered around. The loved by all elders and hated by all cousins, cousin Shaiyana, beams brightly as she shows off her man.

Only the women in the family can see the faint gold chains that extend from her own bracelet to the boy’s neck and hands. You bite the inside of your cheek.

No one knew yet of Bucky or the fact that the chains had reduced from three to one over the span of six months. His intermittent visits and the one instance where he–no, he wasn’t there because of you. He had to cage that demon. He wasn’t there for you.

Your mind still brings forth that night, from four months ago.

Four Months Earlier.

Martin shrugs you off yet again, saying this time the seance would be foolproof. Lesser candles and Misha’s confidence lured you into the plan yet again. So there you all sat, fingers on the planchette.

Dread filled every crevice of your chest. The hairs on your body rising as the temperature dropped enough for you to see Misha’s breathy exhale followed by Martin’s sniffle.

“Why does this happen to us?” Martin questions, the planchette moves to the letters.

The two of them stare at you with accusatory gazes as your name is spelled out.

“What–,” Your words are cut off as the three of you are yanked into corners of the room. You wheeze out as a pressure builds upon your chest, your hands placed down an invisible force holding you down.

Misha’s voice echoes with the prayer followed by three claps, you breathe hard as the pressure vanishes.

“What the fuck was that?” They ask you.

You shake your head, “I don’t know.”

Checking your hands, three long lines manifest across your forearm as though scrapped. No words or responses form. Wordlessly you help them fix their living room and leave for your own home.

The studio apartment greets you as you had left it. Every little common sound, reasonable thump has you on edge. Part of you wonders if Bucky would know what that was, if he would even appear again.

The last time you saw him was when he raised his head from between your shaking thighs and licked his fingers and lips. Then he left. You knew he was still bound when your bracelet gleamed with three chains that seemingly went nowhere. As it did every day since that night two months ago.

You stare at the bracelet yet again and sigh a part of you sought him out. Wanting to know more, wanting to talk to him, feel him pressed against you again. Shaking the thoughts away, you go through your routine before bed.

Soon enough your earlier dread returns just on the cusp of sleep. Before you can utter the little prayer to defend yourself, the weight on your chest returns, heavier than before and you can hear the low growl above you.

Your bracelet shifts closer to your palms, your folded fingers brush over the chains. Your mind brings forth his deepening azure eyes.

The presence yet again holds your hands down. It reminds you of sleep paralysis only occurring when you’ve had the most tiring of days.

“Please–,” You rasp, “Let m-me g-go, p-please–,” The pressure adds onto your throat the tears pooling now brim over.

You can feel one breath remaining, it's a long shot you know.

“Bucky.” You whisper into the room, only resulting in the pressure intensifying on your chest.

There is a snarl from the edge of your apartment, darkness shrouds a tall looming figure. Your eyes widen fighting the urge to close. Your struggles increase and the figure moves closer, the shadowy tendrils move across the space wrapping around above you, around nothing and they pull. As soon as they pull away you cough the ability to breathe freely returns.

The darkness now towers above your bed. You watch the invisible creature appear with crooked limbs and bottomless pits for eyes. It is pulled to the ground and a portal closes just as it is dragged under ground.

You look up at the darkness, it clears, a horned creature watches you, its face covered in cracks as though marble damaged. The colour of its skin is a mix of grey and the cracks seemingly gold.

Its eyes blazing red with a catlike shape, trained upon you as it levitates upside down, you watch the gargoyle-like wings not open to their full expanse given the space, its lower body still covered by the bellowing tendrils. The demon settles across you on your bed.

It saved you.

Tilting its head it observes you silently. Lips unmoving just watching you.

Your hands move to where the other demon’s scratches grave your forearm, its eyes follow the movement. It grabs your forearm and pushes up your sleeve. The demon’s face morphs into surprise you think.

Maybe it wondered why you were not screaming? Or reciting pages of a holy scripture at it.

Your brows furrow, its touch is familiar. The long fingers with dark nails begin to morph as they hold your hand, its eyes once again angry. In a practised sequence the horns and wings disappear, then the body, hands and face turn more human.

“Bucky?” Your surprise makes him look away from the scratches. His eyes still red, he blinks and you’re greeted by the familiar azure.

“I’ll make him pay.” He assures, before the tendrils wrap around him, his hands begin to disappear.

You panic again, “No!”

“What is it?” His voice sounds irritable.

“I,” you swallow before meeting his hard gaze, “I wanted to say thank you for answering my call…”

“Your call?” He snorts, you feel his hand better again, “I’ve been trying to find that demon, he’s fucking up all my plans. Made a mess in hell. You think I would answer a mortal’s call? Isn’t that what your almighty above is for?” He sneers, thumb tracing delicately over the scratches a stark contrast to his words.

You watch as they fade, “Oh, well, thank you for um, getting rid of it?” you change the words around. He rolls his eyes.

He stands creating distance between the two of you.

“Don’t do anymore seances.” He warns, his demonic form taking over yet again before he disappears.

As Bucky stands before the bound demon, he raises his hand and forms a fist. The demon cries out in pain as all three hooked fingers on each of its four hands are crushed.

“You do not touch what is mine. You do not scare what is mine.” Bucky speaks calmly but his threat is clear.

“I’m sorry, Sire. My King I didn’t know that stupid mortal was your plaything–,”

The click of Bucky’s tongue has the demon cower back, the circle engraved onto the ground would not let the creature escape.

“You do not insult what is mine.” Bucky inhales, then closes his eyes, smiling as the demon’s pained screams surround him.

Days later Bucky watches as you go about your day, he’s noticed how you look at your bracelet with a sense of longing. Each time you do, there is a soft tug on the chains on his end. He was surprised when the other demons and creatures could not see the chains. It appeared only you and him could see them.

He follows you around, when one of your co-workers gets a little too close and reaches for your shoulder his unheard to you growl has the man retract his hand. You tilt your head as the co-worker scurries away. Bucky looks down at himself in disgust, what kind of human emotions was he resorting to, jealousy? He glares at you now and claws at the stupid chain around his neck.

When you return home, you squeak in response to seeing him lounging on your bed, legs crossed and arms behind his head. A pleasant yet devilish smile on his features. If he was stuck with you might as well have some fun.

“What are you doing here? Another demon escaped? Is Cerberus not guarding properly?” You set your bags down on the table.

He chuckles, “It's cute you think I have a pet dog.”

“What are you then? A cat person–creature?” You correct yourself, trying not to laugh at his exasperated look.

Blue eyes narrow and then rake over you, he did like the outfit. Your leggings tempt him to tear them away. One of his tendrils wraps around your ankle caressing it. You look down at it.

“Bucky, why are you here?”

The tendril moves higher, wrapping around your thigh.

“You didn’t thank me properly the other night.” He reprimands you, more tendrils superimpose the earlier one, you’re lifted off the floor and brought to him.

“I said thank you.” You tug at the hold on your hands.

“Hmm, I’d prefer if you thank me by getting on your knees.”

“I’m not–,”

“You know I can feel you because of these?” The chains appear then, then fade away, “Every little emotion that overtakes you,” He levitates to meet you above your bed, “Your joy, sadness, pain,” his eyes move to your bare forearm, “Even your arousal.”

Your chest tightens and your clit pulses at his words. He licks his bottom lip, teeth sinking into the pink flesh. Teasing you.

“Just as right this moment, she misses me doesn’t she?” Bucky chuckles as he feels your arousal permeate through his own body. He cups your mound, warmth seeping through your clothes, the tendrils make you grind against his palm.

You whimper, trying to close your legs.

“Admit it.” He urges, the tendrils tear apart your top, your bra tattered too, his tongue swirls against your nipple and you feel it circle your clit too, you cry out.

“Admit it, Doll.” He moves to the other, hardening it into a peak as well.

He rises above you, tendrils supporting you, your hands behind your back making you assume a kneeling position. You’re face to face with his cock, leaking precum. Your body thrums in remembrance.

“Admit it and you can have anything you want.” He cups your cheek, pushing away the stray locks.

“Want you.” You lean into his touch.

“Open your mouth, Doll.”

Your lips part, Bucky traces your bottom lip with his tip then sinks into your mouth inch by inch. You moan around him, his hand grips your head.

“Breathe, Doll. Taking me so well. So pretty with your mouth full.”

“You better keep that jaw slack, Doll. Gonna fuck your pretty face and then I’ll fill you up.” He promises, “Now,” He grunts as he thrusts and guides your mouth over his thick and veiny cock, “Remind me once we’re done to ask you about the little thought you had about my demon form.”

Your eyes widen, your body betrays you gathering more arousal over your folds. Bucky laughs. He guides your head over his cock, “Fucking velvet, so good. Fuck.”

He pulls out completely, “Oh, I’ll fuck you in my demon form too.” For a moment he morphs into his demon form, his cock thicker that your thumb and fingers wouldn’t meet wrapped around his cock.

You swallow at the size of him, “It won’t, it won’t, um, fit.” Your voice a rasp, his thumb traces your bottom lip.

“It will fit, you were made for me weren’t you?” He questions, ignoring as the chains glow.

You nod, the two of you are turned, he slides his cock over your folds, the more prominent veins rub over your clit and folds you jolt under him. He morphs into his human form, repeating the movement, drawing out the same response.

“Oh I’ve missed this pretty pussy wrapped all around me.” He taps your clit with his cock, making you shudder.

Your hands grip his arms, Bucky sinks into your waiting pussy, both of you moan in unison. Your walls pulse around him. The chain from around his neck fades away as he begins to thrust into you.

One leg around his waist the other thrown over his shoulder he sinks deeper, you cry out as each thrust is against your gspot, he builds your orgasm, his mouth around your nipple and one tendril tweaks the other. You feel his tongue flick your clit as well, all in tandem with his thrusts.

Your lips part in a plea of his name as pleasure floods your senses and you arch off of your bed, against Bucky. Your nails rake down his chest, marking him. He hisses.

Your walls spasm around him, coating him in your cum. He smirks as you thrash in his hold, he doesn’t allow you respite, repeating the same movements sending you barrelling into your second orgasm. Tears brim over your eyes, down your cheek to your neck.

Bucky lets go of your nipple, licking your sweet sweat-slicked skin and moaning at the taste of your pleasured tears.

“So good, Bucky–,” Your words cut off by a cry as you’re turned, now on top of him, his cock buried deeper, your arms reaching for his shoulders. Bucky watches as you meet his eyes with glazed over eyes, he cups your cheek. Leaning in he kisses you, bruising the tendrils and his grip on your hips guide you over him.

The tendrils tug and pull at your nipples, “One more sweet Doll, so fucking pretty, such a good girl aren’t you?”

You nod through the pleasured haze, “Your-yours,” You sob as his thrust is deep. Pleasure blooms like hellfire from your toes to your head.

“Mine, all mine.” He growls nipping at your flesh.

“Bucky, Bucky, Bucky, Bucky–,” Your third orgasm shatters through you, “Fill me up!” You cry out.

Bucky gives a few more hard thrusts before he moans your name, his cum coats your walls, you slump against his broad chest, sniffling as the aftershocks run through you.

“You’re still milking me, Doll.” He groans as your pussy clamps around him, keeping him inside you. Taking all of his seed.

You only hum in response, your head nuzzled into his chest. Taking in his scent your hands tracing over him lazily admiring him.

“You’re pretty, both forms.” You whisper, he laughs.

“I belive I’ve fucked you stupid.” He declares making you frown. Pulling away to look at him.

The urge to quell your sadness overtakes him,

“Doll.” He warns. This, what the fuck was all this emotion?

“I said you’re pretty.” Your index finger presses to his chest.

“Find a better word than pretty.” He bargains.

“Can’t think too much cum.” You shrug, if he could act coy so could you.

“Is that right?” He raises a brow, “Too bad, I wanted to go a few more times.”

“Hmm, I do have to thank you properly.” You agree with him, “So are you a demon or a devil?” You ask, holding onto him as you’re turned again laying on your back.

“Pillowtalk? Buy a devil dinner first.” A tendril tugs on your nipple and you swat it lightly.

“A few minutes more.” You pet it, Bucky blinks at your actions.

“What? I don’t have any pets of my own.” You shrug the tendril wraps around your wrist, you smile.

Bucky shakes his head, after round two, he’d leave. Create distance again.

He could not have your emotions meddle into him.

He is ruthless, calculative.

He is cunning.

He takes what he wants; he cares for no one but himself.

A king of Hell.

When you fall asleep, he gently moves away from you.

The tendril you petted pulls the blanket on you better. Bucky stares at it, hands on his hips.

“What part about no attachments isn’t understood?” He whispers. The tendril turns towards you then back at Bucky. “We are not involving ourselves with a human.” He warns the tendril.

The tendril points to your bracelet. As if to say we’re already involved.

“Just, open the damn portal.” Bucky huffs, as he descends into his realm, he watches the steady rise and fall of your chest and the way your hand sleepily seeks him out, you shifting closer to his residual warmth.

Present.

Warmth floods you at the memories.

It had been three weeks since his last appearance. Your legs begin parting under the table, the familiar tendril stokes your inner thighs and the remaining drag your lehenga upwards.

You shut your thighs, pushing the fabric down.

That blue and red eyed menace.

“Still three chains?” Your grandmother tuts, your eyes snap to her.

“I, it’s just been five months—,” Shaiyana stutters, her blonde highlights flailing around her, “It takes time…”

‘Hmm, we’re down to one chain, Doll.’ Bucky’s deep baritone whispers against your earlobe; you feel his teeth graze your flesh. You shudder; he isn't actually here.

You resist the urge to roll your eyes, this is one of his horny tricks.

“Stop it.” You whisper, his lips ghost over your neck.

‘I quite like the neckline of this outfit, your chest looks fantastic and this skirt, hmm, could bend you over and just—,’

“Bucky.” You chastise, reaching for your bracelet, the thin gold chain appears and you yank it.

Bucky’s arm tugs him sideward on his throne. He grasps his end of the shared chain and yanks it as well.

His court of demons stare at him. Silence takes over the court.

“What are all of you looking at? What's next I don’t have all the time in the underworld.” He roars at them.

They look at him and then scutter about before resuming the arguments.

As a result you knock into the waiter putting the entrées onto your cousin brother’s plate, “I’m so sorry!”

“I’m not.” Your cousin beams as more food is dropped onto his plate, “These are my fave chicken tikkas.”

‘Where is my apology Doll?’ Bucky asks, you swat at the tendril on your knee.

“Y/N?” Your aunt looks at you with a raised brow.

“Oh just a fly.” You swat the other tendril you feel. You glare at the tendrils, they know you mean no harm.

‘You’re being a brat.’

“You were supposed to be here, we had a deal.” You remind him, trying not to let the disappointment get the best of you.

‘First explain about the chains. Also, I’m busy ruling.’

“You need to be here to ask grandma about it. And stop trying to demon mode sex if you’re so busy ruling a part of hell.” You grit out in a whisper.

“Who needs to ask grandma what?” Your grandma eyes you from where she stands coming to greet everyone at the table.

“Um just about the ch-,” Bucky’s ring circles your clit, “ah-chains.” You grip the seat of your chair cheeks heating. Oh this little devil of yours is going to pay.

‘It's cute how you think you can get revenge on me. You're getting tied up today, Doll.’ Bucky warns, all traces of him disappearing.

“Well?” Your grandmother asks yet again.

“Why do the chains—,”

“Grandma, if you could just see how good we are together.” The apple of everyone’s eye pleads cutting you off.

Your cousin brother mimics her whining, the cousins at your table suppress a laugh but giggles escape.

Your aunt shushes everyone.

“The chains are important dear. They tell everything.” She pats her head and then turns her eyes to the empty seat next to you. You wince. Her questioning came from her astute intuition.

“He’s preoccupied.” You answer, “Meetings, on his way though.”

She eyes you warily but moves on from your table.

You slump in your seat. You meet the gaze of your parents and they are disappointed. For an open minded desi family they are disappointed in the lack of presence of your love life compared to your cousins.

What would you tell them?

A devil creeps into your bed every few weeks?

That you wish he would stay?

That you googled how Persephone went to Hades just to know if it's viable for you to move there to hell?

You’ve laughed to the point of tears over this situation. You could only hope the lesser number of chains meant he would be freed.

Your theories of the chains fading because of sex was disproved earlier, the second only faded when he had appeared at the club your friends had dragged you to, where you got sick, the nausea from those weird mocktails and greasy food hadn’t agreed with your system.

All you remember from that night was Bucky carrying, well flying you home after your friends had disappeared with their various hook ups. You had woken up to him scowling at you all while thrusting tylenol, water and then your favourite food in your hands.

You didn’t think a devil would or could lecture you about parties, but there he was, eyes flickering between red and blue. Voice switching between demonic and human. The tendril you had befriended first had wrapped itself around your wrist offering comfort and Bucky glared at it.

“You cannot possibly think she isn’t to be told off.” He stares at the tendril.

It raises its body then lowers it like a shrug.

“Oh, alright, hm what if she got hurt?” He pauses then, masking his worry with ire.

“I didn’t mean to make you worry.” You look up at him, doe eyed. He inhales then exhales. The worrisome thought crosses his mind yet again. You feel his worry in your chest.

“I was not worried.” Bucky yells, voice fully demonic, you look away from him. His gaze softens.

He cups both your cheeks, “You need to be careful. We don’t know what these chains mean, I try to keep myself out of trouble too. You need to do the same, Doll.” It was the first time he used your nickname without a sexual context.

You both had watched then how the chain undid itself from around his right wrist.

Something in Bucky’s chest cracks, he swiftly ignores it. The little pang of worry that he may lose you sooner rather than later.

The hall doors swing open murmurs break out in their presence. You’re pulled out of your thoughts. You watch as Bucky walks in, crossing the threshold that held sacred verses over it with ease. Your jaw drops at his navy traditional sherwani attire. There are intricate velvet patterns on it that give it a raised emboss look. He dressed like that one Indian Film actor did in that one movie that you can no longer recall. All other images gone from your brain apart from this one.

The women of the family all turn to look at you. The chain speaking for Bucky and you before you could. Your grandmother takes your name as she eyes Bucky. He smiles at her. You stand walking to meet him halfway.

“I apologise for the delay, Grandma.” He takes her hand kissing the back of it. Her eyes narrow between the two of you.

“One chain?” She questions.

“We wanted to ask you about that–,”

“After the festivities. Enjoy the dinner, James.” She cuts you off then moves to her original table.

He raises a brow but only gives her a half smile. Bucky turns to you.

“You like?” He winks, admiring the way your cheeks heat.

“I-, you came?” You ask, Bucky hides his own mirth at the happiness blooming in your heart replacing the earlier loneliness he could feel.

Bucky wants to say something else, you feel his hesitation, “We had a deal.” He runs his hand through his hair, his ring gleaming in the light.

“Let's meet your parents.” He suggests taking your hand and leading you to their table.

The lies flow easily from Bucky’s mouth.

Who is he?

How the two of you met?

What does he do with his free time?

He even has pictures of his white fluffy cat on his phone– Alpine. You raise a brow.

“Cats are nice, misunderstood but nice.” He whispers, his lips brush over your earlobe, “You better not forget what your punishment is,” One arm moves to rest across your chair, his other rests on your thigh. The tendrils begin to work their way up again.

Bucky’s face is inches from yours, you look up at him. He smiles at you.

“Smile.” He says, you blink, “Smile, Doll.” The tendrils tickle your side, you giggle and the flash occurs. Bucky’s smile widens, taking over his face at the sound of your laugh.

Your younger cousin hands you the polaroid, it's still developing as you lean closer to him.

Your breath ghosts over his neck, “My little devil,” you giggle yet again as you feel his irritation,

“I’ll show you what’s little–,” He takes a sharp breath when you tug his earlobe and kiss the spot on his neck you had discovered the third time he slept with you.

“As I was asking, will you be in the picture?”

He sighs exasperated, your questions about all of this ranged from actually fun to answer to can he shut you up in creative ways using his mouth, fingers or cock?

“I’m not a vampire.” He shakes his head, the arm resting across your back softly traces over your arm.

“Hmm, cranky like a hungry one.” You tease.

“Well I haven’t eaten my favourite meal in days. I could eat and no one would know, well if you keep quiet, Doll.” His eyes switch colours, darkened with red rims.

Your brows furrow as you spot a bead of sweat. Before you can stop yourself you wipe it from his temple.

“This sherwani is warmer than I anticipated.” He brushes it off, the waiters place food on Bucky’s plate as well. You don’t look away from him.

“Is it the scriptures?” You ask, he chews the kebab then nods, eyes shifting to the books kept.

“You all prayed before this, correct?”

“I’m sorry, Bucky I didn’t realise it would be more than what is comfortable, do you want to go outside?” Your hand is placed on his chest.

He licks his lips, “Let me eat my dessert, it's a sin.”

“Are you sure it will help?” Were you actually considering this?

“Hey man, it's so nice of you to come down, she was getting all lonely staring at her phone.” Your cousin interrupts the conversation.

“Ah yes I was texting her minute by minute.” Bucky nods, you want to laugh.

You didn’t even have his number.

“So what do you do?” Bucky questions your cousin. Your mind blanks momentarily as you feel Bucky’s lips ghost along your inner thigh.

Your cousin replies but you hear nothing, you feel Bucky’s tongue delve through your folds. You grip his hand resting on your thigh.

‘Not a sound, Doll.’ He warns, ‘So fucking sweet. All for me.’

His moan reverberates against your core, you bite your lip as you feel his fingers delve into you. Thick digits curving deliciously. You reach for the glass of water, your fingers clamp around it as you feel yourself stretch around his ring.

‘Could stay between your legs for aeons, Doll.’

You feel him suck on your clit and you whimper, Bucky next to you presses his lips to your temple. Grounding you.

‘You love it when I get like this, taking you apart then putting you back together.’

His movements gain pace, sweet oblivion within reach and he stops. Your lehenga righted and he kissed your temple again.

“Seems like we aren’t the only sinners here.” He murmurs. You look at Shaiyana and her partner. The chains are down to two from three. Her hair dishevelled.

You glare at Bucky.

“Oh, no this is part of the punishment.” He grins.

“Bucky.” You all but whine.

“Needy little Doll aren’t you?” He whispers, “For each orgasm I deny I’m going to reward you.”

Around you both dinner continues, Bucky teases you relentlessly during the entire time. Thoroughly enjoying the way you squirm for him. Turning into his needy little mess. His greedy little, Doll.

The fifth time he edges you. You can’t take it, you know distance doesn’t matter he can always use his powers on you. You still excuse yourself from the table, heading to the washrooms. Your cheeks warm, flushed because of Bucky. You fix your dupatta’s draping in the mirror.

“You have got some nerve.” Shaiyana observes exiting the stall.

You raise a brow.

“Oh come on your boyfriend suddenly appears just as I debut mine and one chain? How many times has he fucked you?” She turns to face you.

“They don’t disappear just because of sex…” you trail off.

“Oh please, Grandma’s rules clearly state about bonds and binds. How they forge forever and how they break.” She scoffs, flipping her hair back.

“Shaiyana, how does the bond break?” You swallow, wondering if it is what you wanted, to lose Bucky.

She looks back in the mirror meeting your gaze through it, “Finally you’re away from, Sire.”

Her eyes turn fully black, no whites nor her dark brown irises visible. You take a step back.

“You have him distracted. We don’t like distractions. The only thing good about you? Your mortality.” Her voice haunts you, gooseflesh raising across your skin.

“He won’t appreciate you hurting me.” You warn, moving towards the bathroom door. You try not to let fear consume you.

You try to reach out to Bucky through the bond. You feel nothing.

Shaiyana cackles, “Aw, he isn’t your knight in shining armour.” She steps closer towards you. Her voice is akin to chalk screeching against a board.

You look at the bracelet, the chain does not manifest. You look back at your cousin just as her hand comes in contact with your cheekbone. The force of it pushing you against the granite counter, you groan as the corner hurts you.

Bucky’s brows furrow, you aren’t back yet. The side of the bond that allowed him to reach you was subdued. He walks up to your Grandma, she turns sensing him.

“I see your curiosity cannot wait.” She smiles standing up, he offers her his hand. She grasps it, leading her towards the balcony. His gaze everywhere trying to find you.

The tendrils move along the edges of the room, taking over the venue to find you.

“How did you know my name?” He questions her, there is a thrum around her, iridescent old magick exuding from her aura.

“I know quite a bit about the demons and Kings of Hell, boy. What I should be asking is what made you choose a mortal?” She raises a brow at him.

“I didn’t know about the curse until the binds—,”

“You know what I mean.” She gives him a knowing look, “You do know before the binding you were asked if you will explore this with her.”

Bucky looks out onto the city lights. He remembers the ancient words, he remembers his affirmative reply. He wanted you. Then reality seeped in. Bound to a mortal? Bonds that work across realms? Forcing himself to not seek you out for two months.

He looks back at her, “She was not supposed to become more.”

“And now? You want to break it?” Your grandmother watches him.

“What do the chains mean?” He questions.

Unease trickles across him as the tendrils return with no news. He looks at her. She senses his emotions.

“I have to find her.” Bucky returns to the hall then out into the hall.

He frowns, there was a corridor to the bathroom here why can’t he see it?

“You’re going to break the spell you have on our Master.” Shaiyana’s nails dig into your cheeks. The water overflowing from the taps, the cold seeps into your back. She was slamming your hand into the floor trying to get the bracelet to break.

There was something possessing her. You had to do something.

“I didn’t!” You cry out in pain that breaks across your knuckle. Moving up your palm.

“He keeps visiting this realm. He tortured demons over you. His own kind.” Shaiyana snarls and you feel the sting of a slap.

“He wants the bond gone.” She tells you. Your tear stained eyes meet her obsidian ones.

“How to break it?” You ask, “Did he send you?”

She smiles, “He did, oh you fell in love? You fell for the King? You, a mere mortal? Be worthy of him?” She laughs.

In her distraction you begin to pray, she takes her hands away as if burned by your skin. You push yourself away, slipping as you make your way to the door. Shit, shit, shit.

Shaiyana stands again, you pray again, slamming your hands against the door hoping someone would hear you. “Bucky!”

“Stop calling his name!” She warns moving closer to you.

Bucky hears a thump, he turns to the seemingly placed wall. He places his palm on it. It scalds his flesh. His eyes turn red. A seal placed upon the door. He presses both palms to the wall.

It begins to give way, he hears your pained cry of his name.

“Doll!” He calls out.

“Bucky!”

The tendrils slither through the cracks, the seal was drawn outside the door. As the tendrils latch onto it, “Get away from the door!” He yells. You step back, pausing the prayer. Shaiyana yanks you back by your hair.

The door burns as Bucky steps through it. The flames disappear, behind him the cream coloured door now blackened. He stands there anger coursing through his veins. The image of him right now exudes power.

You whimper as Shaiyana smiles up at him, her nails digging into your scalp, “I did as you said, Sire. The way to break the bond? Break the bracelet or kill her.” She adds.

“When did I place such a command? Are you trying to overthrow me?” He raises a brow, “Release her.”

“Bucky break it–,”

“No.” He cuts you off.

“I fear it is worse than we thought. He cares for her.” She taps her foot thrice.

A portal opens beneath the three of you. Bucky sends the tendrils forth to break your fall. He switches to his demon form. The tendrils pull you to him. Tucking you to his side. He snarls at the demons gathered around. Shaiyana lays on the ground, unconscious.

“You have to make a choice, Sire. A bewitching mortal or your duty as King.” The demon that was possessing her procures a blade. Your eyes widen.

Your hand grips his forearm, he looks down at you, “They would kill you?”

“They wouldn’t dare.” He looks back at the demons.

“Bucky, let me break it.” You plead.

“Why? Do you not want–,”

“I don’t want you to get hurt.”

“I won’t.”

The glimmer of the blade shines through the fires burning, you do the most mortal thing Bucky expects. Covering his form with yours, “Are you insane?! I need you alive!” He yells.

The blade is stopped by his hand. It burns his flesh.

“What is this sacrificial human bullshit? You do not die for love! Be selfish! Stay alive damn it.” He yells, throwing the blade back at the demon. His wings expand, covering the two of you and Shaiyana from the blades and hexes that are sent your way.

“But–,”

“No. I don’t want the bond to break. Do you know I was asked before the binding. If I wanted this? I agreed.”

“Then why were you gone?” You demand, the tendrils begin to branch out.

He raises the cracks in the ground. The demons around you stop their attack. All pausing because of the sigils made into the ground.

“I wanted you, Doll. Do you see this? The insubordination?” He glares at all the demons, he turns back to his human form.

“I kept a watch on you. I wanted to know what the chains meant. I dived into research but this is heirloom magick passed down between generations. Not kept in any scripture.” He explains, you blink several times.

“Wait, you said love?” You ask him, he stares at you.

“Just, just sit here and do not look at or touch anything.” He makes you sit on his throne before stepping away.

“Bucky?”

He turns back to look at you.

“I don’t want the bond to break too.” Your words make him smile, the familiar tendril wraps around your wrist.

The gold chain around his left wrist disappears, in its place a gold chain bracelet remains.

The two of you share a look, the bond thrums steadily between the two of you.

“Now let me go take care of these fools before I return to have you ride me while I sit on my throne.” He winks at you before turning yet again.

Your grandmother looks at Shaiyana asleep on the couch of the hotel lobby, then you, then Bucky.

“She was possessed?” Your Grandma questions.

Your devil and you nod.

“She was taken to hell?”

The devil and his human nod again.

“You both verbalised not wanting the bond to break?”

You both nod yet again.

“I see. Well I’m not going to deal with the six month crap Demeter had imposed.” She stares at Bucky.

“She’s free to travel realms.” He answers, thumb stroking over your hand.

“Hmm, trust the one who loves horror to snag a devil.” She teases you, “Alright now head on home. I’ll get someone to help with her.” Your grandmother heads back to the banquet hall.

Bucky chuckles, lips pressing to your temple. You close your eyes, when you open them you’re back in the throne room.

“I have to reward you.” He says sitting down on his throne, the tendrils help your lehenga bunch around you as you straddle him, his length pressing to your core.

“That you do, my little devil. My King.” You nip at the skin of his neck, he growls hands gripping your hips.

“Doll.” He warns, moaning as you grind against him.

“Yes?” You continue tracing your lips over his flesh leaving your own little marks upon him.

“After what you achieved today, exposing those who stand against me? You’re going to make a fine Queen and your first order of business?” He lifts you up, clothes melting away from your bodies, slowly he guides you down on his hard length. Your fingers tangle in his hair as you moan against his lips.

“You are to scream your King’s name, my Queen.” He tugs on your bottom lip before kissing you deeply, as he pulls away, “Did you know ancient heirloom magick is one of the strongest forms?”

You feel so full, the tendrils tease your nipples, “Bucky–,”

“I sensed the magick in you the minute I saw you.” He raises you and has you slide down on him again, controlling your movements.

You meet his eyes, they have red rims around the darkening irises. Bucky smirks, as he brings you closer to him. Your clit grinding against his trail of hair. You moan, he grasps your chin.

“You and your magick are both to be mine.” He kisses you then as you feel yourself fall backward, landing on a soft mattress, Bucky’s hands move over your skin. From your hips over your sides one hand remains around your neck, the gold chain of his bracelet gleams.

“All of it was for the magick?” You rasp, he studies your features.

He thrusts into you, your walls quiver around him, “Always so fucking beautiful and tight, such a good girl for me.”

Your nails leave little indents into his biceps, “James, answer–Oh–,”

You moan as his tip brushes over the spot that sparks the pleasured waves to thrum through you.

“All of it,” He thrusts into you deeper, rutting against you, your legs wrapping around him tighter, “Was for you, Doll.”

AN: i never thought i'd get to writing a part 2 for this one shot but here we are, i'm quite proud of it and i hope you enjoyed reading!

Permanent Bucky Taglist: @slutforsexyseabass

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brandycranby · 10 months

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asian reader moodboard series masterlist

While my inbox is always open for general writing and moodboard requests, this series is a special project dear to my heart. I see very little Asian representation in self-insert community spaces and personally, it hurts a lot. But what we make is what we see so here I am.

Currently, I make moodboards for mostly C. Evans characters, Bucky Barnes, and some other S. Stan characters. Feel free to inquire in my inbox. I do not do RPF (real person fiction).

You can be very specific in your reader request (such as Tamil!Reader, Shanghainese!Reader, Khmer!Reader) or more general (EA!Reader, Desi!Reader, SEA!Reader) but please include the aesthetic/vibe/prompt/colors you want as well. You're very welcome to specify that you want a darker model!! (FUCK COLORISM)

Anyone can request and anyone can reblog. In fact, please do or else no one will ever know about these 🥹

*The pictures I use are not mine, all are found on Pinterest*

A Morning in Mumbai - Bucky Barnes x Desi!Reader, for @emyearns (June 9th, 2021)

These Idle Hours - Ransom Drysdale x East Asian!Reader; light academia (December 17th, 2021)

Where the Green Grass Grows - Jake Jensen x Korean!Reader, for @babyjakes; cottagecore (July 3rd, 2023)

Glitter on Your Lips - Robert "Mr. Freezy" Pronge x Desi!Reader, for @astrorogers; 80s disco (September 1st, 2023)

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m. masterlist

#asian reader moodboard series #asian representation #moodboards #ce characters #chris evans #sebastian stan #bucky barnes x you #bucky barnes x reader #ransom drysdale x reader #ransom drysdale x you #jake jensen x reader #jake jensen x you #more to come!!

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dystopian-reverie · 2 years

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❝𝐕𝐚𝐫𝐬𝐡𝐚'𝐬 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭❞

✧・✧ Last updated on: Aug 4, 2022

Fandoms: Mostly mcu stuff, but I'm also a huge fan of stranger things, harry potter, riordanverse, the umbrella academy, supernatural, and nearly all works of Oscar Isaac. Currently obsessed with Moon Knight. I'm also planning on writing for Matt Murdock, Steve Rogers, Bucky Barnes and Steve Harrington, so you might expect those works in the future too!

Requests: I'm always open to requests! Depending on what I think I can do with the request, I can write from drabbles or headcanons to full-length fics. Minors please don't make any nsfw requests, alright. If you want a specific type of fic, do mention it, (like smut, fluff, angst, etc) or I might be too scared to include the stuff that you'd like to read. Please do keep in mind that I can be very busy at times and sometimes the motivation might not strike at the right time, so writing stuff takes time for me :)

Content Warnings: This is mostly an 18+ blog so minors please refrain from interacting, or it might get fic writers into serious trouble. All the warnings are written at the beginning of the fics, so you don't have to read things that you're not into.

Emoji Guide: 🔥Smut, Minors DNI • 🌩 Angst • 🌒 Dark Themes • 🌼 General • 🌿 Fluff

❨Moon Knight❩

♣︎ Pretty, Pretty Doll 🔥 🌩

Marc Spector x Fem!Reader ◦ Marc comes back home from an exhausting mission and you help him let off some steam. A few days later an argument breaks out between the two of you that leads to him showing you the weight of your own words.

♣︎ Loving Marc Spector 🔥🌩🌿🌒

Marc Spector x GN!Reader ◦ Being Marc Spector’s partner wasn’t easy, but you would rather cease to exist than wish it was any other way.

TW: Borderline toxic relationship

♣︎ Hate to Love You 🌩

Marc Spector x GN!Reader ◦ There is a deeper reason as to why Marc Spector never came around to like you, and when a mission ends horribly wrong, Marc is forced to confront you and his feelings. Would he rather face them or run away from you?

♣︎ The Sky, a Colourful Mess 🌿🌼

The Moon Boys x Desi!Fem!Reader ◦ Celebrating this year's Diwali with your family and your boyfriends. Guiding your boyfriends through Indian culture and customs, which you know can be quite overwhelming. Indian family and neurodivergent western boyfriend bonding time!

❨MCU Headcanons❩

♣︎ The Moon Boys and Kamala Khan 🌼

If the Moon Boys and Kamala Khan ever meet, what will their relationships be like? How good or bad will their dynamics be?

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itsprashimusic · 2 years

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Masterlist

Hello, welcome to my masterlist where you can find all of my works. Take a look around, see if anything sparks your interest.

Reblogs always help, comments make my day and so do likes. You feedback is welcome, just please be respectful.

~ Marvel ~

⇒Bucky Barnes

Honey [2.2k]

A Barnes Birthday (xwife!Reader) [1.3k]

Imagine bucky comforting you before your test tomorrow

⇒Steve Rogers

I'll be strong for you (Part 1) (x desi!Reader) [650]

You make me strong (Part 2) [985]

⇒Avengers

Marvel Characters Reacting to Different Desi Traditions (to be posted)

"I got it! I got it!!!!" (Steve Rogers x Reader) [3.6k]

~ Singers ~

After so long [273]

⇒Harry Styles

Don't Let Me Down (ex!Harry Styles x singer!Reader) [4.5k] (most popular)

⇒Louis Tomlinson

You Are In Love (WIP)

~F1~

⇒Lando Norris

Maybe Leave The Cooking To Me [1.4k]

⇒Charles Leclerc

Wildest Dreams Warm Realities (xindian!fem!Reader) [2.6k]

Dividers by @firefly-graphics

#marvel masterlist #singers masterlist #actors masterlist #bucky barnes #steve rogers #natasha romanoff #male!singer #louis tomlinson #avengers #itsprashimusic masterlist

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perpetually-sad-but-its-fine · 2 years

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masterlist

fandoms that i’ve written for so far: chicago pd, chicago fire, chicago med, marvel, harry potter.

(check tags to see who i’ve written for specifically)

i also have a wattpad: @/mehblahblahmah

others

reviews of one chicago and others

chicago fire

gabby dawson

motorcycle rides

girlfriend!gabby dawson. general fluffiness.

wasn’t enough

angst. angst. angst. gabby dawson x halstead!sister!reader

matt casey

y’know what’s funny?

pre-relationship!matt casey but ends with r and matt together. fluff, humor, light angst.

chicago pd

erin lindsay

like a b*tch in heat

smut with literally no plot. mean!dom!reader x sub!erin

hailey upton

mornings

domestic!hailey upton. tooth-rotting fluff and humor. that's it.

a thing for blondes

mutual pining. fluff and humor. first kiss and flirting.

jay halstead

distractions, distractions

needy!jay halstead. fluff and humor. feel good stuff.

payback

boyfriend!jay halstead. fluff and humor. slightly suggestive.

wasn’t enough

angst. angst. angst. gabby dawson x halstead!sister!reader

random decisions

soulmate!jay halstead x reader. fluff and cutesy things

kim burgess

it worked!

short one shot/drabble with wife!kim burgess. tooth-rotting fluff. general happiness.

vanessa rojas

fruit loops

short one shot/drabble with girlfriend!vanessa. hurt/comfort. minimal angst. cutesiness.

chicago med

will halstead

wasn’t enough

angst. angst. angst. gabby dawson x halstead!sister!reader

harry potter

draco malfoy

a fun reunion

porn with absolutely no plot. kinda!mean!top!draco x whiny!bottom!hermione x kinda!mean!top!r

hermione granger

a fun reunion

porn with absolutely no plot. kinda!mean!top!draco x whiny!bottom!hermione x kinda!mean!top!r

marvel

bucky barnes

bucky x natasha x reader drabble

smut drabble with no plot. top!bucky x bottom!natasha x top!reader

to keep the monster alive

hurt/comfort one shots w/ platonic!bucky x reader. brother-sister relationship.

carol danvers

carol x natasha x reader drabble

smut drabble with no plot. top!carol x top!reader x bottom!natasha.

daisy johnson

disobeyed orders

girlfriend!daisy johnson. smut w/ plot. kinky filth. grab the holy water.

layla el-faouly

more than you know

angsty. unrequited feelings. tears.

marc spector

language barriers

desi!tamil!r x marc spector. fluff, humor, tiniest bit of angst. slightly suggestive, little bit spicy at the end.

natasha romanoff

carol x natasha x reader drabble

smut drabble with no plot. top!carol x top!reader x bottom!natasha.

bucky x natasha x reader drabble

smut drabble with no plot. top!bucky x bottom!natasha x top!reader bottom!natasha x top!reader

#jay halstead one shots #bucky barnes one shots #carol danvers one shots #natasha romanoff one shots #gabby dawson one shots #erin lindsay one shots #hailey upton one shots #daisy johnson one shots #marc spector one shots #kim burgess one shots #matt casey one shots #hermione granger one shots #draco malfoy one shots #vanessa rojas one shots

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uselesssomebody · 2 months

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rules!

blog rules!

this blog is a safe space for the lgbt+ community as well as p.o.c., so please never feel unwelcome. anyone against these values, please just keep scrolling. be polite in requests/interaction. i love a bit of constructive criticism, but keep it contructive. heed 18+ warning and smut/trigger warnings

writing disclaimers!

i am mostly a romance blog, i.e. i write with the intention (usually) of some romantic conclusion between the two characters. i am also a (pretty much) strictly 'x reader' blog; if you have requests for two canon characters, i will most likely not be able to help you.

writing do's!

request anything to me, guys! i will be alright if you request things with triggering content, i will be alright if you choose real niche characters, and i'll be alright if you send a real specific, super self-indulgent request. of course, some asks will be neglected (due to time or other inability to work on it), but, generally, i attempt to complete works that i am alright working with.

writing don't's!

☁ no under-18/kid readers as part of plot (highschool age for e.g. stranger things & teen wold is fine as long as the actor is over 18 - so no s.t. kids!) ☁ i'm not qualified to write about stuff like eating disorders, self harm or other mental illness especially from a reader's perspective ☁ kinks like ddlg/age play, anal penetration, bodily fluids (besides blood and cum) ☁ I do not write real person fiction ☁ while generally POC reader requests is okay, i can't write specific races for charcaters besides desi readers (cause i'm desi myself)

who i write for! (always updating)

☁ from stranger things, i write for eddie munson, robin buckley, billy hargrove or steve harrington ☁ from marvel, i write for bucky barnes, steve rogers, natasha romanoff, jake lockley, marc spector, steven grant, layla el-faouly and miguel o'hara ☁ from star wars, i write for poe dameron, or din djarin (the mandalorian) ☁ from triple frontier, i write for frankie morales and santiago garcia ☁ miscellaneous oscar isaac characters i write for include basil stitt, jonathan levy, duke leto, kane and orestes (agora) ☁ miscellaneous pedro pascal characters i write for include joel miller, javier peña, jack daniels (agent whiskey), dio morrissey ☁ miscellaneous sebastian stan characters i write for include lee bodecker, carter baizen and charles blackwood

#uselesssombody #rules!

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janetsnakehole02 · 3 years

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The time I told my dad what fanfic was and it backfired

Me: *reading smut on my phone*

Dad: what is it that you’re always looking at on your phone you’re not even watching anything

Me: should i tell him fuck it i’ll tell him i’m just reading a story

Dad: what kinda story

Me: it’s like regular fans write stories about their favorite movies and tv shows sorta exploring what could’ve happened if not the original plot

Dad: wow

Dad: that’s actually so interesting and creative

Me: *doesn’t think he’s being serious* *goes back to getting eaten out by Loki*

Dad: why can’t you do that too

Me:

Me: WHAT

#my desi dad now knows what fanfic is #at least the basic idea of it LOL #he doesn’t need the details #fanfic #fanfiction #marvel fanfiction #marvel fanfic #loki x reader #loki x f!reader #loki x female reader #loki x reader smut #loki smut #loki fanfic #bucky barnes x desi!reader #bucky barnes x f!reader #bucky barnes x female reader #bucky barnes angst #bucky barnes fluff

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captainscanadian · 3 years

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Love Me Blue | Bucky Barnes x Reader (Vaaranam Aayiram)

MY MASTERLIST

Series Masterlist

Summary: This night was surely a dream come true.

Word Count: 2000+

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Tamilian!Hindu!Reader, Sam Wilson

Warnings: References to Hinduism, Death, PTSD, Civil War & Endgame References.

A/N: This is my entry for @bucky-smiles‘s 3K Diversity Writing Challenge! My prompt was to write a fic with a Hindu reader. I decided to write this fic with a Tamilian reader because I am Tamilian. I was born in Sri Lanka and my mother’s side of the family are Hindu. Although I consider myself an agnostic theist, I do enjoy reading the epics of Mahabharata and Ramayana. Pic from Pinterest! <3 Divider by @whimsicalrogers!

Back in the 1940s, Bucky had always made it a habit to check out the Stark Expo. Having been interested in the sciences from a very young age, he had often been rather fascinated by the genius of Howard Stark - at least, until things had taken a turn for the worst once he had joined the war. He still remembered the last Stark Expo he had attended. It had been the night before he was to be shipping out to England for the war, and he had dragged Steve out to celebrate; he had also invited two girls to be their dates.

Seeing Howard Stark present a prototype of a flying car that night had been quite the surreal experience. Sure, the Barnes family had been wealthy enough to own a car during the Great Depression and all. But nothing could ever live up to the sheer excitement of witnessing a flying car.

Well, almost nothing.

“You never mentioned that you could drive a flying car…” The man teased as he saw you enter the pocket park after parking Lola.

“You never asked.” You responded, a cheeky grin plastered across your lips as you made your way over to him.

“Well, aren’t you full of surprises?”

“Me?” You quirked your eyebrow at his words. “Are you seriously telling me that I’m the one who’s full of surprises? You’ve been full of surprises all day, Bucky.”

“Guilty as charged.” Bucky beamed, stepping over to kiss you on your cheek. “You look lovely, Y/N. Let me guess, a new dress?”

That cheeky bastard.

“You don’t look so bad yourself.” You commented, having noticed that he had finally managed to cut his hair off, and he was dressed in the finest velvet suit that matched the blue of your dress. “I’ve got to admit. You clean up really nice.”

“I’m glad you could make it.” He told you once he pulled back. “Welcome to the Stork Club.”

You could not help but let out a soft giggle at that. When Sam had told you to ‘follow the music’, you had not understood what he must have meant at first. But it hadn’t taken you that long to realize that Bucky had referred to the music that had always been playing in your heart. You had followed your heart, and it had led you right towards Paley Park.

“So, this is where the playboys of the 40s used to dance the nights away, huh?” You asked him as you stepped towards him, gently throwing your arms over his neck as you took it all in.

It was a rather warm summer’s night, and New York City was as busy as ever. But with the noise cancelling atmosphere in this pocket park, you somehow felt at ease. It felt as though you were standing on a piece of history, as the Stork Club had been one of the famous clubs during the time of the Great Depression and the years that followed. But being here with Bucky was the most surreal experience of all. Perhaps this was how calming Radha had felt when she followed Krishna’s music out to the forest - calm, relaxed, and madly in love with the man who had led her there.

“Yeah, this is it.” Bucky responded with a chuckle, his metal hand resting on your hip while his other hand moved to tuck a loose strand of your hair behind your ear. “So, may I have this dance?”

And so, the two of you had danced the night away, under the stars in a rather tiny pocket park in Manhattan, to the music that played in your hearts. While it was not the most romantic first date out there, it was more than enough for the two of you. You had to have your own Rasleela with the man you had fallen in love with, and Bucky had finally taken a girl out to dance as he did during the 1940s.

The two of you returned to the compound just around midnight, having strolled around Manhattan for a little longer, and taking in how busy it was in the city that never sleeps. Bucky had spent most of the night spitting out historical facts about the multiple buildings you’d walked past, and you could not help but admire the fact that you were indeed on a date with a historical figure.

If Natasha were alive right now, you were sure that she would have teased you about your obsession with history, and how it had caused you to date the man you had written your thesis on. Perhaps if the rest of the team found out about it, they too would refuse to pass up the chance to pull your leg about it.

Thankfully, by the time you had returned, they were all asleep. It was just you and Bucky, alone in the common kitchen, just like the many nights you had shared together before. But this time, it was not because you could not sleep through the night. It was because you did not want to sleep, or accept the fact that this night had to come to an end somehow.

Once this night ended, you knew that you had to return to reality. The reality of leading the Avengers until Nick Fury decides to return and free you from your duties; whether he was returning was still a doubt.

The reality was also working with the newly established GRC to deal with the many individuals who had been displaced due to the Blip. While diplomacy had always been your first choice in your career, it was safe to say that you were starting to enjoy working amongst the earth’s mightiest heroes once again.

And speaking of diplomacy, there was something else that you really needed to get off of your chest... something that you had been meaning to tell Bucky for a while now.

“I wish my father could see me right now.” You told him with a sigh as the two of you snuck into the common kitchen to finish up some of your leftover dosa batter. “I wish my father could see that I’ve managed to make a life for myself after he left me.”

Bucky nodded as he sighed, understanding all too well about the loss you had been dealing with. “I’m sure your father’s watching you from wherever he is, and he’s proud of you for being the best boss lady the Avengers have ever seen.” Mixing up the batter as you wait for the pan to heat up.

You could not help but chuckle at that. “It’s funny how you say that.” Seriously, it was ironic.

“Do you miss him a lot?”

You nodded. “Yeah, I do. I miss him… every day. He wasn’t just my father, you know? He was my role model, my mentor. I looked up to him. I wanted to be like him.”

“How did he pass?” He asked. “If you wouldn’t mind me asking…” There was a slight hesitancy that he noticed when you turned your head away from him for a moment, and he could not help but wonder why.

Sam had mentioned to him that your last mission with the Avengers had been in Lagos, and that you had left the compound soon after, as your father had passed away around that time.

“The bombing in Vienna.” You muttered, feeling your eyes glaze over as you remembered that dreadful day.

It did not take that long for Bucky to put two and two together. He was well aware that your father had been a diplomat, so it made sense that he would have been at the United Nations conference to sign the Sokovia Accords when the bomb had gone off. “I… I’m so sorry, Y/N. I didn’t know...” He told you as he frowned, now understanding why you had given your kind regards to the Wakandan royal family.

It was for the role they had played in putting Zemo behind bars.

“N-No, Bucky… it wasn’t your fault.” You told him with a sigh, leaning over to wrap your arms around his neck. “It wasn’t your fault. I know that now.”

That last statement almost came out as a whisper. After all, you had blamed him for your father's death, along with the rest of the world that had accused him of bombing the United Nations conference. Hell, you had even fought with Steve because of it. It was a time you did not want to recall, as you now knew that you were in the wrong.

“You thought I killed your father, didn’t you?” He asked you, his eyes glazing over as he remembered those days. Although Shuri and her team had managed to remove HYDRA’s programming from his mind, all of the memories, the trauma and the guilt were very much there for him; he was yet to start working on them.

You could not help but nod in response to his question. “I did. I… I didn’t know then that I had been wrong about you. Steve and I… we were close. I was one of the first people he befriended after coming out of the ice. Every mission, every battle he fought… I was there every single time to fight alongside him. Even when Steve opposed the Accords, I agreed with him. I was even willing to go against my own father. Hell, I even tried to talk him out of signing. I tried to stop him from going to Vienna, but he wouldn’t listen. He…”

Bucky wrapped his arms tightly around you as he let out a sigh. “So, is that why you left? Because opposing the Accords had cost you your father’s life?”

You nodded as you rested your head against his shoulder, letting out a sigh as you accepted his comfort. “Yeah, I did. I left because I didn’t see a point in fighting anymore. I couldn’t do it, not when my father was dead. I felt like it was my fault. I could have tried harder to talk him out of it. I could have stopped him from going to Vienna, but I didn’t… and now he’s dead.” You explained. “I never even got to say goodbye to him.”

He continued to hold you for a moment as you cried, knowing that you must have been holding onto this guilt for several years now. If anything, he understood that guilt himself. “It wasn’t your fault, Y/N.” He told you once he pulled back from the embrace, his thumbs brushing off your tears.

Wiping away the remainder of your tears, you turned over to pour the dosa batter in the pan. “Yeah, well… that makes two of us.”

He wrapped his arms around you once again, resting his chin against your shoulder. “If it wasn’t my fault, it wasn’t your fault either, okay?”

You nodded. “Yeah…” You agreed, for you knew that he was right. “You know, for the longest time, I believed that you were the guy who killed my father, that you were the reason why I fought with Steve, that you were the reason why my life as I knew it was gone…” You admitted, grabbing the oil and drizzling it in the pan. “But now I know that I got to know you, I know that you’re… you’re not who HYDRA had made you out to be. Under all of that brainwashing and… pain, you’re a really nice guy, Bucky. You’re kind and thoughtful. You’re…”

“The Krishna to your Radha?” Bucky cut you off with a soft chuckle, his metal hand rubbing up and down your arms.

You nodded as you laughed. “Yeah, that you are.” You admitted, not just to him but also to yourself.

Eventually, that night did come to an end. After all, the two of you were exhausted from your date and having stuffed yourselves with a late night snack, it was only fair to retreat to your respective living quarters.

It was the first night in a while that Bucky Barnes was able to sleep in his own bed without any nightmares, as he was now dreaming of the life he would get to live with you.

You had a dream that night too. A dream that Andal had described that she had of when Lord Krishna had come to marry her:

Vaaranam aayiram soozha valam vandhu,

Naarana Nambi nadakkindraan yendredhir,

Poorana pokudam vaithu, puramengum,

Thoranam naatta kana kanden thozhi, naan.

The only difference was that it wasn’t Krishna who had come to marry you in your dreams.

It was Bucky.

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themotherofblood · 2 years

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Hello there! I’m Ru. I’m a new writer to tumblr. By no means am I this profession writer. I’m just a dreamer, a weird person that makes up fictional stories in her head and I thought why not put them to paper this summer. I also wanted to see more Desi Marvel AU content so I’m taking matters into my own hands, hehe. I would really appreciate it if you guys shared my work, and left comment about what I could do better. I’m taking blurb requests for

Harry Styles

Steve Rogers

Bucky Barnes

Wanda Maximoff

Andy Barber

Stucky(poly)

I also have a Stucky series that I’m working on right now!! So please have a read.

Thank you and have a great day

Ruie

#stucky x reader #harry styles #bucky barnes #women writers #desiblr #desi tag #indiangirls #marvel fanfiction #marvel #steve rogers x reader #bucky barns x reader #winter solider fanfiction #captain america #wanda fanfic

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frostironfudge · 2 years

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Conversations with the Devil - Bucky Barnes (Smut)

Summary: This is my submission for @boxofbonesfic 's Spooktacular Smutfest writing challenge, I don't know if it is still open but I was just so inspired, I had to get this out of my system, also Bucky Barnes as the devil just does something to me.

My prompts are: ouija board, family curse, “How can you not see it?” “See what? There’s nothing there!” “It’s standing right behind you…!”

Pairing: Devil!Bucky Barnes x Desi!Female Reader

Warnings: 18+, Minors DNI, Oral F and M receiving, horror themes, smut, having sex with the devil?, virginity being taken, slight dub-con?, consensual sex, overstimulation, please proceed with caution, you are responsible for your media consumption.

Word Count: 2452

Masterlist // Read this on Ao3 // Part 2

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Your palms are sweaty, wiping them at the back of your jeans again. You look around the candle lit room and sigh.

Your friends have taken it upon themselves to dabble in the entertainment of an ouija board. You can feel a prickle in your scalp an itch that just won’t go.

“Are you alright?” Martin asks, as he sets the board down.

“Do we need so many candles?” You gesture around some of the scents muddling together.

“Well if we summon the right ghost it will help draw energy from the heat.” Misha adds as they sip on their beverage.

You roll your eyes, you had told them the fact but now it seemed to be adding to the prickle that had you teetering towards the edge.

The three of you finally sat down, fingers on the planchette, moving it in three anticlockwise circles.

“We open this circle to converse with anyone with good intent from the beyond.” Misha says, the three of you look around.

The planchette moves, toward the hello,

“Hello,” the three of you say,

“What is your name?” Martin asks and it begins moving again, softly scraping along the wooden board,

“P,” you say,

“E” Misha says,

“N,” You mumble,

“I,” Martin has a stupid grin on his face,

“S,” He completes

Misha glares at him, “We’re trying to make serious contact. Mar, stop this childish behaviour!”

“Okay, okay, I’m sorry!” He shrugs apologetically, you all turn to see the planchette moving again, Misha shrieks because none of you are touching it.

“B-O-O.” You three read, and all the candles simultaneously burn out, engulfing the room in a darkness that smells like burning coals.

“Don’t leave the circle.” You warn them trying to make out the shapes in the darkness.

“I can’t see the circle let alone leave it.” Martin retorts then yelps.

“What what happened?” You ask,

“Fuck!” Misha screams, “There is something on my leg!”

That is when you feel it too, soft tendrils caressing your ankles making their way upwards, you whimper as you feel them on your inner things, softly treading towards your waist.

“Please, don’t,” You say, voice barely a whisper.

“Martin, where are you?” Misha asks louder.

“Mish, I’m right—,” The candles all light up again, you sigh in relief at the heat,

“Here—, Y/N don’t tu-tu-turn.” Martin stutters, Misha’s eyes are wide as they shiver.

You still turn, slow steps, careful not to break the circle, the candles flicker in anticipation, you find the area behind you empty, you turn back to your friends questioningly.

Both still have horror ridden gazes, “How can you not see it?” Misha begs almost, tears steaming down their face.

“See what? There’s nothing there!” You gesture with your hand, confused.

“It’s standing right behind you…! ” Martin points, his face flushed.

“Describe it!” You ask, turning to face whatever it was, your best unafraid expression.

“It-it has horns, red eye-eyes, fuck so much of fur… fur… "

"holy fuck is this the devil?!” Misha cries out at Martin’s words.

You hear a low chuckle right next to your ear, it reverberates through your side as the prickle returns as a warning.

“He isn’t wrong you know.” The same gruff low baritone tells you, the tendrils return only to push your hair from your forehead.

“Come on doll, you invite me to the humble abode and now you won’t talk to me?” You can almost feel the unhappiness coursing through you.

“You-you are the devil?” You stutter out, the tendril feels more like the back of a human hand, trailing fingertips along your jawline.

“Yes and no.” He answers, chuckling again, you wonder what he finds funny, “Your friend here has a very funny mind.” The unseen creature answers your unspoken question.

“Who are you talking to?” Martin’s voice echos towards you, you turn back, the tendrils stopping you halfway.

Martin and Misha fall to the floor, their chests rising the only indication of them being alive.

“Ah, ah, doll, we’re having a conversation.” The voice chastises you, and the prickle kicks in, sending warnings to you, you quickly recall the small scripture your mother taught you for situations of the supernatural.

You begin praying it, a low whisper. You turn back as a groan sounds off,

“Oh I’m melting! I’m melting!” The voice booms as you see smoke tendrils gathering into one, they reveal a man, his piercing blue eyes not one bit panic ridden.

He has a sly grin on his face, as his entire body comes into view, short brown hair falling on his forehead which he runs a ring clad hand through, you notice the suit jacket he wears holds no shirt underneath, revealing his sculpted skin.

You swallow thickly, his pants are low on his waist and you can see the faint trail of hair disappear where the waistband sits snugly, you snap your eyes back up.

“I am one kind of devil, not the kind your little prayer works upon.” He licks his lips as his eyes rake over your form.

“What do you want?” You ask, he tuts, irritated.

“Why do you humans always assume I want something?” He pulls the chair and sits on it folding his arms across that chest, you briefly wonder how it would feel against yours.

How would your skin look moulded against each other, your brown against his, his ring’s shine in the candle light and you shake your head before your thoughts can go south.

You cross your arms as well, “I don’t think any kind of devil reveals themselves without wanting anything.” You tell him, he grins, bearing his pearly white teeth.

“Caught a smart one today, not religious are you though?” He wonders, tapping his index finger against his plump lips, “Hmm, no spiritual.” He says as if receiving an answer.

“If you want a virgin sacrifice you’re out of luck.” You tell him hoping he won’t catch the bluff.

He laughs, the sound booming but not in a bad way, blue eyes crinkle around and his cheeks flush slightly, almost adorable.

What the fuck is wrong with your brain?

“My name is James, Bucky for special ones, doll.” He tells you once his laughter dies down.

Bucky’s ring clad hand pats his thigh, as you feel your clit pulse at the movement, his blue eyes darken, “Ah, so tell me, my not a virgin, sacrifice,” his tone mocking, “ever been with the devil?”

“No…” You tread carefully, biting your lip for responding.

“I bet you haven’t been with anyone.” He observes, repeating the thigh patting action, your thighs clench, “Come here, doll.”

You feel the tendrils surrounding you but you move before they can push you forward.

Bucky raises an eyebrow at your willingness, you stand between his knees, looking down at him.

“Even more exquisite up close.” Bucky murmurs, standing up now towering over you, the back of his knuckles caress your face, leaving warm trails of the movement in their wake.

Bucky’s eyes search yours and he slowly leans in, the cedar-wood scent mixed with musk engulfs you with a hint of roses, his slightly chapped lips presses against yours, you melt against him.

Bucky’s large hands are on your neck, tugging on your hair, making you tilt you head. the one clad with rings under your shirt, the cold rings make you arch against him.

The kiss deepens, his tongue swipes along your bottom lip, when you don’t open up for him he, places his leg between yours and sits back down on the chair, taking you with him, kiss un-breaking, his muscular thigh rubs against you and you gasp.

You feel Bucky’s tongue exploring your mouth, as his hand curves around your ass, squeezing it, causing the friction against your core as you grind on his thigh, you’re dripping, he can feel it.

Bucky pulls away from your lips, teasing brushes of his bruised lips over your neck, your fingers grip his suit jacket, the tendrils kiss your waist, making you grind against him, pace set by him, slow, hard, oh so delicious.

“You sure you don’t want a human?” He challenges, smirking at the whines and whimpers escaping past your lips,

“Please, please please, Bucky,” you moan his name, at one circle of your hips that sends a shockwave through your body.

“Answer me, doll.” His hands and the tendrils are all gone, from you, you look at him frustrated.

You carefully raise your hands to his neck, fingers trailing down to his collar bones, over his warm chest, his muscles tense as your hands inch closer to the button of his pants, his length straining against the material.

“Seems to me, you want a human, James.” You look up at him, as he groans when you palm him through his pants.

“Fuck,” You get to your knees, freeing his length, the tip red, dripping with pre cum, you swipe your tongue across it, sucking on the tip, he tastes sweet, with hints of a salty taste, his fingers are tangled in your hair, “Fuck, doll, don’t tease the devil.”

You take him in inch by inch, tears pricking at the corner of your eyes, Bucky’s cock fills your mouth up and your cunt clenches at how he would feel inside you. You hollow your cheeks bobbing your head, as you set the pace for once, every grunt and groan Bucky makes goes straight to your cunt as more slick collects and you’re sure you’ve soaked through your jeans, you pull away with a slick pop, blowing over him.

“Fucking hell, what a good little girl.” He tightens his grip, pulling your mouth onto his length, fucking your mouth as you try to keep your tongue flat and jaw slack, you can feel his tip hitting the back of your throat,

“Fuck, doll, your mouth feels so good, just thinking how good that pussy will feel,” He groans as you moan around him, “milking my cock, look at you, were murmuring scared words and now, pretty lips wrapped around the devil’s cock.” He gives a hard thrust as you gag around him, he pulls away, picking you up and kissing you hard, his ring brushes against your clit as his warm finger moves over your wet folds, the tendrils encased your clothes taking them away, Bucky’s warm body presses against yours.

Bucky taps the ring on your clit and you moan into his mouth, one finger inside you, you can hear the squelching sound, he adds another, the tendrils surround your limbs, spreading you out and making you lean back, all while Bucky’s fingers stay inside you.

“Such a pretty pussy. So wet all for me, good girl.” He praises, you keen, hips bucking as you want to feel his fingers deeper, he adds a third finger, the stretch burns you,

“Fuck, James, James, James,” You keen, his tongue is flicking against your clit,

“How the fuck do you taste like vanilla?” He moans around you as his fingers are replaced by his tongue, you try to clench your thighs, the tendrils stop your movement.

Bucky’s fingers return, the tendrils flick over your nipples, you arch up, his fingers dive in deeper as you find your orgasm drawing close,

“Look at you, all spread out for me, do you want my cock, doll?” He asks, finger flicking over your clit, in tandem with the tendrils flicking your nipples.

“Yes, yes, yes, Buck—,” Your vision clouds as you cum with a loud cry around his fingers and on his sinful tongue, Bucky doesn’t give you time to form the next though, thrusting into you, the tendrils straighten you, you feel his cock buried deep, bottoming out.

“Fuck, feel so tight, baby,” Bucky’s lips move over your skin, the tendrils let you grip his arms, nails digging into his biceps.

“Gonna make you cum all around me, fuck you through your orgasm, fill you up so good.” He lazily thrusts, his abdomen heating your aching clit.

“Look at me,” He says and you open your eyes, The rim of blue now replaced by a rim of red, you feel yourself clench around him, Bucky smirks, his thumb circling your clit at a increasing pace, you whimper, as you shake around him, your walls clench around him and you swear the vein you felt with your tongue can be felt on your walls.

Bucky brings you your second orgasm with intermittent thrusts and his thumb on your clit, when you arch your back throwing your head back, he starts fucking you, hard and fast, each thrust making you spasm harder around him, the pain turns into pleasure so swiftly he bottoms out inside you with each hard thrust.

Your mind clouded, you whimper "I can’t, I can’t cum again",

“Oh, Doll, fuck, one more, come on,” the tendrils shift you both, and you’re above him, his hands on your hips fucking you onto him, “Fuck, Fuck, Fuck,” Bucky’s voice courses through you as you feel his tip hit your g-spot, you shudder as he thrusts harder into you.

“Come on Doll, milk my cock, let me fill you up,”

“Fuck, Bucky, please, fuck, mark me, fill me up, want to feel you cum inside me, Ah—,” You see white as the heat of your third orgasm takes you under, Bucky falls apart under you, thrusting as you feel his warm cum coat your walls, claiming you as his Doll.

You slump against the tendrils, exhausted. Bucky pulls away from you, pulling you close to him, “Wait.” Bucky groans, letting you go, you sit on the chair, looking up at him.

Soft gold chains form around his neck and arms, the chain attaches to your bracelet, the family heirloom, you groan, forgetting to warn him.

“What the fuck have you done?” He bellows, glaring at you.

“Um, I forgot to mention…”

“Oh do tell me, why the fuck do I have chains around me?” His tone sarcastic, Bucky’s chest is rising and you can see the tendrils turn into a deep red as his anger inches towards the summit.

You wince,

“Um, my family was cursed, every first male that touches any of the women for the first time is bound to them… I didn’t, think you being well…” You trail off.

“You have a curse?” Bucky seethes, rubbing his temples in frustration, “come here spread your legs, I need a drink to help me fucking think.”

You try to speak as you feel the slickness return but the tendrils wrap around you and Bucky finds himself facing your dripping cunt, throwing all conversation out the window.

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