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Miguel was a touched starved man, that much was clear enough. It showed in the little ways he’d touch you. His fingertips grazing your waist as a silent question to hold you before resting his warm palms on your hips. His arms tightening around you while you rested on top of his chest, one arm reaching down to pull your thigh over his lap. Leaning his body weight on top of you after a long and tiring day of work.

So it’s no surprise when he’s chasing your lips for another kiss while you’re on the couch together. What started as a simple cuddling session, ended up with Miguel crawling closer to you, his lips pressing soft kisses on your collarbone before making his way up.

Your hands curled in his hair, easing out the little tangles in his locks while his fangs nipped at your skin. You tilt your head back while his hands run up your thighs, pushing them apart to make some room for himself. You felt the soft pads where his talons were retracted in and his fingers gripped the plushness of your thighs and hips.

Miguel continues his assault on your neck, his tongue licking up the small bruises and nicks that had formed on your perfect skin. You arch your back, chest pressing up against his and Miguel reaches under your shirt, palm keeping you flush against him–skin on skin contact. Your heartbeat pounds in your ears, arms resting on his shoulders while you keep his head close to your neck.

Still, Miguel still finds a way to trail his plump lips up your throat, grinning when he feels your fast pulse. “Te gusta, mi amor?” He hums, and sucks another hickey just under your jawline. Finding yourself impatient, you lean your head down to capture his lips with yours.

Miguel lets out a soft moan, his sigh fanning your cheeks through his nose. His hand raising your shirt further and further up, feeling your spine under his palms and fingers gripping onto your skin with desperation. You follow the way he kisses, wanting and craving to devour all that you are but it feels endless.

It makes your cheeks burn with just how close he is, his body heat radiating off onto you and the soft hums of pleasure while he indulges in you. The soft clicking of teeth and feeling the curl of his lips when he smiles. You catch a glimpse of it when you open your eyes: a weak smile on his face, his eyes still closed and still under your spell before diving back in.

His hand cups the back of your head, entangling his fingers through your hair. Your arms run down his back under the collar of his shirt and you feel the movement of his muscles while he kneads at your body. You separate from the kiss, leaning down to kiss his temple and cheeks. Miguel rests his head on your shoulder, switching positions so you’re now on his lap. He slowly grinds his hips towards you, soft panting and hushed whines of pleading for more.

Miguel can’t help the hunger for more of your love, his hands leading you back down to his mouth, his tongue sliding across your bottom lip. His wet muscle ends up in your mouth to search for your tongue. Meanwhile his hands run down the curves of your body slowly. He takes he time soaking you in, your skin rising with goosebumps, until he lands on your thighs that’s around him. Miguel grips your flesh, ghosting higher to the hem of your shorts and curve of your ass.

Your body burns with desire, the feeling of his tongue swirling with yours— warm puffs of breaths shared in the space between the two of you. Lips moving in sync, taking eager turns of sucking tongues and biting lips to make the other groan and grind. Your fingers find his hair, twirling the curls at the nape of his neck around your index and tugging on it. Miguel moans, pressing you down on his growing erection and bucking his hips up at the same time.

You mewl at the millisecond of relief, tilting your head back for a breath of air. Miguel is relentless, settling on kissing along the side of your face while whispering más, más. Your mind spins when you feel his kisses leave wet marks from the sloppy make out, the sensation cool against your heated skin.

Miguel grabs your chin between his index and thumb, bringing your face back down so he can reach your mouth again in another kiss. You reciprocate eagerly, shivers running through your body while tasting him again. The sounds of shared loving echos softly in the quiet and dim room—soft hums and hushed declarations of love and desire.

Miguel’s fingernails claw at your back from top to bottom. It makes your arch into his chest—which he wanted. He smirks against your lips before biting down on your lip teasingly. His palms feel your arch, groaning with your pressed up against him. He rubs up and down, down, down, to where he cups one cheek of your ass to nudge you closer in his lap.

You nearly stumble, mouth dropping open to spill moans and growing weak. Miguel doesn’t let you go, taking advantage of your blissed state for more and more and more kisses. He loves the way you roll your hips instinctively, the way your breathing becomes labored—feeling it on his lips for the split moment to breathe. He knows what he does to you.

Your hands that had messed with his curls run down his temples, your fingernails gently scratching down his face and neck and over his chest. Miguel shutters, cock throbbing for those very hands to be around him. “Haah..Hnng..” He whines softly, hissing when the teasing boils over. He can’t take it anymore. You know what you do to him.

Miguel switches positions again so you’re lying on your back. A yelp of surprise knocks you out of the moment—your eyes rolling to the back of your head with a sigh of pleasure when he kisses you passionately again. Miguel fumbles with his zipper with one hand while you stumble out of your shorts.

When it was your time of the month, you had a tendency to be quite sluggish and withdrawn, only ever leaving the bedroom to get more snacks or to use the bathroom. So when Peter noticed that you were confined to the comfort of his apartment on Knowhere, he was naturally a bit worried. You and Peter had been dating for a little while now, so your periods weren’t exactly foreign to him. It was just something that usually slipped his mind as he’d often be confused by different calendars amongst various planets.

Today was your least favourite of all, the day of your period that left you feeling debilitated. So for that very reason, you had spent the majority of the day snuggled in Peter’s sheets, drifting in and out of sleep and eating copious amounts of Zarg Nuts.

Rubbing the sleep from your eyes, you see Peter standing in the doorway looking at you with an uneasy expression that instantly softens once he sees you awaken. “Hey,” he says softly, making his way over to the bed and taking a seat at the edge. “You doing okay?” Lacing his hand into yours, brushing his thumb over the back of it.

“Yeah.” You reply, sweetly smiling at him. “Just feeling shitty.”

“Why?” He tenderly questions, eyebrows furrowing as if to analyse your face.

“Bleeding.” You whisper, softly chuckling.

His eyes blow huge, darting over you with caution. “Oh— oh” he responds, finally catching on. “Shark week… again?”

“Yeah Pete, that’s how they work.” You laugh hard, abruptly cutting off when you feel something you shouldn’t have.

His reaction mimics yours, eyes widening when he sees your parted lips. “What? You okay?” His gaze follows you as you bolt out of bed. “What’s going on?”

“Just need—“ your reply muffles behind the bathroom door.

“Need what?” He sweetly questions, nuzzling his ear to the door.

“Shit.” You mumble. Now talking loud enough for him to hear. “In the nightstand, top drawer… there’s a—a paper type box, please can you bring it to me?”

Within seconds, he’s back and knocking on the door with your box of feminine products. “Do I put it under the door, or— or close my eyes? I don’t know what to do, what do I do here?” He replies, his tone flustered as he presses back up against the door.

Adjusting yourself and hiding the toilet paper. “You can come in.”

He slowly opens the door, hand clutched over his eyes as he wavers the box towards you, using the space around him as a guide. Accidentally bumping into a few things along the way. “Put your hand out… what can I get you? What do you need?” He warmly asks, gingerly backing out to give you a moment of privacy.

Stifling a snicker as you watch him leave. “I think I’m okay for now… maybe some tea? Steal it from Mantis, she has good tea.”

“On it.” Running away only to return a second later. Enunciating through the door. “I love you!”

“I love you!” You loudly reply, a wide smile spread along your lips.

When you return to the bedroom, you see Peter bundled under the covers with snacks spread across the bed, holding items to help with your cramps and pains. “Get in.” He grins, opening the covers so you could slip yourself in beside him. Snuggling next to him, he lifts your head so he could support your neck with his bicep, holding you tight against him. “I don’t know if you need this now, or…?” He starts, pulling a hot water bottle from under the sheets.

“Was that on your stomach?” You ask, a giggle held behind your lips.

Chuckling. “Yeah… feels really good.”

“Yeah, I know.” You laugh, nuzzling the side of your head into his chest. “I don’t need it right now, you can keep it.”

“Oh, you’re the best.” He smiles, resting the flat bottle over his abdomen. “Just take it off me if you need it.”

Hiding a grin, you look up at him, gazing in admiration. “I need it now.” Watching his smile slightly fade. “I’m just kidding.”

He fakes a laugh with accentuated and playful features. “Do you need anything? … medicine? Back rub? Foot rub? Kisses? Bath? Sleep? Food? Chocolate? Tummy rub? Tea? — no we got tea. I think making out will help, yeah making out will definitely help.” He aimlessly lists, staring up at the ceiling.

“Yes.”

“To what?” He boyishly grins, twisting his neck to kiss your temple.

“To it all.” You reply, wrapping your arm over his chest. “But I think a nap first, that okay?”

“I’m always down for a nap.”

You usually wouldn't have any complaints about being in his vice grip but it was January and the nights were still cold and having a boyfriend with a metal arm meant that you were held to him with an ice cold grip around your waist. When the Summer came, it was a life saver, your own personal refrigerator but you still had a good few months to go before you were hanging off his arm everyday. 

“Sorry.” You mumbled and tried to convince yourself you were comfortable without another word.

Nope, can’t do it. You shift again. 

“You’re kidding- what is it?” He pulls away from you and sits up on his elbow, glaring, he dares you. “Go on.”

With the most innocent doe eyes you could muster you slip your bottom lip between your teeth and debate the argument you could spark when your gaze slips to his vibranium arm in the semi darkness.

He doesn’t miss a thing, you’ve come to realize.

“I swear if you say-”

“-It’s cold! I’m cold! It’s just too much cold!” You burst, arms flailing in desperation. 

“It’s my arm! You said you wanted to sleep on my left, this is my left arm, nothing I can do. Okay?”

“There has to be something.” You search the room for solutions, briefly lingering on the sock drawer. 

“Oh yeah, sorry, let me just take it off.” Bucky grunts, dripping with sarcasm. 

“...If you could?”

“Seriously, fuck you.” 

Bucky falls back into his beloved pillow, eyes shut and wishing he has chosen a partner that let him sleep peacefully, then again, why would he want that when you exist?

“Look, either come to the other side or deal with it.” 

Silence finally reaches your bedroom and Bucky is deeply in dreamland while you lie awake, scheming away. 

In the early hours, you slip out of bed without a sound and make a beeline for the sock drawer, knowing you had some old pairs of slipper socks stuffed at the back. Scissors in hand, you snipped off the toes and smiled at the D.I.Y leg warmers. Oh, he was gonna be mad. 

With nearly medical precision, you held out the slumbering Bucky’s arm in front of you and one by one, slid the fluffy socks up the freezing metal until it was sufficiently covered. Thanking the universe, he was a pretty heavy sleeper, you shuffled back under the covers and happily wrapped the soft arm back around your waist. 

You slept like a lamb after that.

*****

When the morning came, you woke up before him like usual and briefly left him to his own devices as you made coffee, two mugs sitting on the counter beside each other. 

Through the wall, you faintly hear the rising of the soldier before heavy footsteps quickly storm in your direction.

“The fuck is this?”

You look up to see him in the doorway, and find yourself the subject of a stare that would send millions running. Not you. The multicolored socks lined up his arm kind of softened his hoped effect and you had to stifle your laughter. 

“A solution?” You shrug.

“No.” He points at you with his flesh arm accusingly “Nu-uh. This? This is not how we solve things.”

“Is it not? I’m really digging the rainbow on you.” The giggle you had tried to push down had spilled over.

“You’re a fucking menace.” 

The giggle now a full bodied laugh that had you clutching at your chest as you were overcome with the image of your big, scary, ‘world’s most deadly assassin’ boyfriend glaring daggers at you while donning the most fluffy and most colorful socks up his arm.

Bucky was fighting a grin with all his might, your laughter was like an ugly disease, incredibly contagious, hard to avoid, and annoying.

Something soft hits you in the face and you halt your hysterics as you peer at the slipper sock now at your feet. Lifting your gaze, Bucky is smiling smugly, and working a second sock off his arm. 

“Bucky!” You yelp and duck under the counter as the rainbow sock flies in slow motion over your head. 

You probably shouldn’t poke the bear but-

“Y’know, for the best shot the United States army had ever seen you sure do miss a lot.” You taunt from your hiding spot.

When there's no response, you make a break for the couch and get shot squarely in the forehead.

“Say that again.” He dares with narrowed eyes.

“Okay, truce. Truce!” You raise your hands in surrender. 

“Say sorry for last night.” The pink ball of fluff in his hands, a deadly fate, and you’re consigned to concede

“I apologize for last night.” You sigh, approaching him with caution “Now, it’s been ten whole minutes and you still haven’t subjected me to your obscene morning breath.”

He beckons you with his head and you happily plod over, throwing your arms around his neck. The kiss is sweet, and full of promised mornings to come.

It’s welcomed by you. Until you feel the coldest thing known to man, his left arm, writhing under your shirt and sending immediate shivers down your back. 

“Bucky!” You screech and his strong laughter descends on your morning with malice.

Desperately wiggling out of his hold, you escape to the bedroom and yell from your stronghold:

"Who is he?" He was everywhere. His gruff voice echoing through the trees, surrounding you as you frantically looked around. Trying to find a way out of this situation. "I don't share, dove."

He was right behind you, your legs working before your mind to carry you in the opposite direction. Lungs burning from the cold night air as his dark chuckle faded in the distance.

But, he was quick and quiet. Moving just as fast as you could look over your shoulder before slamming into what could only be described as a wall of pure muscle, sending you falling back onto the leaf covered ground.

"Please- James, please. I'm sorry." You pleaded, tears stinging your eyes as he stood over you. The same mask Hydra forced him to wear covering the lower portion of his face.

He kneeled down, denim blues dark with something you couldn't place. "I won't ask again. Who. Is. He."

"Your way out! Please, just let me go. I still have a week!" The metal of his left hand gleamed in the moonlight as he reached his hand out to grasp your chin. Pupils blown and touch gentle.

"I'll give you a headstart. You have three minutes, dovey." You just stared at him wide eyed, chest heaving and heart hammering against your ribcage. "Run."

As if on instinct, you scrambled to your feet, trying to find your footing to dart back into the darkness the trees provided.

You knew you couldn't go much longer, your aching muscles sending pains through your legs each time your feet would hit the ground. There was no use in running anyways, he'd always win.

"We had a deal, my dove. You promised." You swore you could hear the grit of his teeth when you'd stopped, so close to giving in as you leaned your forehead against the rough bark of a nearby tree. Fingers curving against the wood. "You're just like them."

"No, I'm not." You heaved, trying to take a moment to catch your breath.

"I saw you with him at that diner. You're suppose to be mine."

His voice was getting closer, making you bite down on the inside of your cheeks to take some of the attention away from the burning in your legs before taking off again.

Though, you didn't make it far before fingers curled in the back of your hair. Crying out when he barely yanked to make you stop.

"I was doing what I was told. You want out, I have to find someone who can do that." You tried to reason, words not coming easy from the way he had your head craned back. His warm right arm snaking around your waist to pull you against him.

"Lies." He seethed, calloused fingers slipping under your shirt. "I've dreamt of you. Craved you. Now I finally have you again. I've been so cold without you my sweet dove."

Your body gave in the moment nimble fingers flicked the button of your pants open.

There was something twisted inside of you that liked the chase, the constant looming feeling you'd had over the weeks since you'd last seen him- like he was just lying in wait for the right moment.

It was hard to think of much else than the last time you'd saw him. The drag of his fingers against your skin, the way his lips seared kisses to your throat- much like now, cold and warm hands dragging against your sides as your fingers worked at the tactical belt that kept you from what you were truly after.

The ground freezing against your bare back not slowing you from getting what you craved.

It seemed to take ages for James to notice your struggle, his hands replacing your own to easily pull open the buckle as yours went to unclip the mask. Carelessly tossing it into the leaves to pull his lips to yours.

The hunger behind his kiss fueled you, your fingers weaving through his long locks and legs going around his waist to pull him closer. Swallowing breaths and quiet grunts as his hand fumbled to grasp his shaft.

The shudder that rolled through your body as he pressed into you was enough to send your mind reeling, everything else around you fading away and your senses overwhelmed by only him as he found his pace. Short, hard thrusts rocking your body- sending shocks of pure pleasure shooting down your legs.

You'd missed how full he made you feel. An emptiness left behind in his absence, his touch electric as he groped at your chest and left sloppy kisses along your throat. Deep moans vibrating against the skin, mixing with your whines in the cold night air.

"Can feel you milking me, dovey. Make a mess, show me who I belong to." James panted, drinking in the pleasure drunk scrunch of your face as your legs tightened around his waist, pulling him impossibly closer.

Wedging his arm under you for a better angle, he didn't change his pace. Taking the opportunity to slot his lips over yours when you cried out in bliss, swallowing the sultry sound as your cunt clamped around him. His hips jerked forward at the feeling, the swirling sensation at his base building until he couldn't take it anymore- spilling into you with a huffed grunt.

The warmth of his body was quickly replaced with the night air, goosebumps prickling your skin as you whined in response. The dull ring in your ears making it hard to focus as you found your jeans to redress.

Your eyes follow a bead of water that rolls down his massive chest and goes into the valley of his ridged abs. It hits the band of his navy blue boxers peeking out from his pants and your mouth goes dry imagining what's hidden under those layers of cotton.

While you’re busy ogling him, he notices the mess you left on his desk and the start over screen on his gaming computer. “What happened, bunny?” 

The reminder of that stupid game has your frustation and anger returning in droves and it overtakes your burgeoning lust. You explain how the guys, his gaming buddies, decided to fuck with you by taking you out in a flurry of friendly fire when they realized Bucky wasn’t in the room. The longer you speak, detailing all the nasty things they said to you, the more his features harden, a muscle ticking away in his clenched jaw.  

“Huh,” he mutters under his breath. Bucky ambles over to the chair and lifts you out of it like you weigh nothing to him, considering what he benches for fun, you know you don’t. He sits down and arranges you over his thick thighs, your back resting against his warm, bare chest. He leans forward, picking up the controller and headset.

 It's not the first time, you've sat on his lap during one of his gaming marathons, Bucky says you help him play better.

“What are you doing?” You ask, canting your head back, his body wash, fresh cedar and vanilla, wafts over you and it takes everything in you not to drop your face into his chest and just inhale him. 

The corner of his lip lifts into a smirk. “You’ll see.” 

Adjusting the headset, he takes the controller in both hands, his corded biceps that are bigger than your head brush against the sides of your breasts.

If he feels the shiver that wracks down your body, he doesn’t comment on it. He never does.

The controller looks so small in his large hands, your gaze follows the veins lining the back of them as his fingers nimbly manipulate the buttons. A rush of heat spreads through you when he rests his chin on your shoulder.

You try to clench your thighs to quell the ache beating between them, but your legs are dangling over his and you can’t.

You shift on his lap, freezing in place when you feel his chest rise and fall against your back, his deep, knowing laugh rolls across your skin. “Don’t tell me you're needy already, bunny?” 

“I—I’m not.” The lie is obvious even to your ears. He hums noncommittally, but you feel his arms press closer to your body, pushing your tits together. 

“Sure you’re not,” Bucky casually retorts after a man appears on the screen. His guy is more menacing than your avatar, tall and flanked in dark green camouflage, face concealed by a skull mask. Weapons rotate next to him, eventually stopping on a machine gun. Static crackles through his headset and he’s dropped onto a rooftop. “I’m back fuckers.” 

Various greetings trickle through, only to be cut short when it becomes apparent that Bucky is going on a rampage. He storms across the building. Player after player goes down. Some you don’t even see until they fall to their death. 

“Aw c’mon.” 

“Fuck you.” 

“Seriously, what the fuck Barnes–” 

He’s ruthless. Headshots. Stabbing. More headshots. Your already damp panties are drenched when you point out the one that shot you first, and Bucky’s guy stomps the fuck out of Walker6969 before snapping his neck. A slightly undignified giggle slips past your lips when you hear his obnoxious complaint about Bucky not playing fair. Oh. Fucking. Well. More curses filter through his headset as he absolutely decimates the field. 

Bucky tilts his face towards you with a blithe smirk, taking out another player without missing a beat. “I warned you shitstains that you better be nice to my girl.” 

It’s not long before there’s no one left. Bucky tosses the control down, and wraps his arm around your belly, and leans back, taking you with him. “Feel better?” 

“Yeah,” you reply sincerely, both impressed at his skill and pleased that he was so willing to defend you. “Thank you.” 

“You really want to thank me, Bunny?” he whispers in your ear, nipping the lobe with a soft bite. 

Your breath hitches. His hands curve under your knees, placing your legs over the armrests. “I asked you a question,” Bucky states, his tone domineering and dark. 

You struggle to find any answer, but you can’t think with your roommate’s warm hand sliding down your shorts and cupping pussy and all you can do is whimper.

“You’re soaked,” he teases, tracing a finger down the middle of your clothed cunt. His touch is light, so light, but it sends a zap through your clit. “Could feel this hot little pussy throbbing on me. Practically begging for my cock,” Heat fans up the back of your neck and spreads to your face. He could feel that? Before you can drown in embarrassment, he’s kissing his way across your shoulder. ”Need me to get rid of this ache, don’t you?”

You want your roommates hands on you more than anything in this world. You’ve thought about this so many times, you can’t believe it’s happening. His touch feels better than you dreamed. His other hand travels a leisurely, gradual path up your shirt, moving your bra out of the way so he can roll your sensitive nipple between his rough fingers. 

Another slow sweep over your pussy, just skimming your pulsating, swollen clit. It’s not enough. “Please,” you whine out, grinding down over his growing bulge. He’s getting bigger and bigger under you. 

“Please what? Hmm, bunny, please what?” He cruelly taunts, pinching your nipple until your back arches off his chest. “Use your words.” 

You cry out, the spark of pain fades into a heady, warm pleasure. “Touch me.” 

You feel his lips curve into a smile, his teeth scrape over your throat. His thumb presses down your clit and goes still. “I am touching you.” 

This is unbearable.

You’ve never been so wet in your life and he hasn’t done anything. You need him so badly it hurts.

Your pussy clenches down on nothing, you feel so empty.

“Bucky, I need you, need your fingers inside me, please fuck me,” you babble, willing to say anything to get more of him. 

He doesn’t make you wait long. Without warning, he pushes your panties aside and a thick, calloused finger slides inside you. 

“Tight little thing, aren’t you?” he remarks, adding another. Bucky used to everything being small compared to him. You are no exception. He doesn’t give you time to get used to the stretch before he starts scissoring you open, working your hot, wet cunt until he can give you one more finger. Bucky crooks his fingers, and he finds that elusive spot, the one you swore didn’t exist until now. He finds it again. And again. And again. White-hot sensations make you curl in yourself, your thighs trembling. The rough pads of his thick fingers languidly working that sensitive spot as he moves to your other nipple, plucking it into a hard peak.

“That’s your spot huh?” He asks with a cocky rasp. He knows. You told him by the way your moans went all breathy and softy and you started grinding on his cock like a greedy slut being to be filled. Judging by the way he can barely fit three fingers inside you, he knows his cock is going to split you in two. He can’t wait.

“Oh god,” you breathe out, clawing deep marks in the leather under your hands.

The wet schlick schlick schlick of your pussy with every knuckle-deep thrust of his fingers is pornographic.

Right around the second or third time, you clench down around him; he decides he’s going to film you, put your pretty pussy front and center on his flatscreen across from his bed, and make you watch as he fucks you the same way you’re fucking yourself on his fingers, your hips rolling back and forth, grinding your ass over his throbbing cock. Gonna make you watch as you struggle to keep every inch inside you, make you watch him fuck you stupid. 

“Look at you making a mess all over me. Should make you clean it when you’re done. Gonna have you keep my cock warm while I finish the game.” The debauched image of you sitting on his cock while he plays flashes through your mind and a desperate moan builds in your throat, spilling out of your parted lips. “Yeah, you’re going to let me use this sweet cunt any time I want, gonna turn you into my personal fuckdoll.” 

His thumb swipes over your clit, once, twice. Sensations burn through your veins, your body feels so hot and tight, like you’re on the edge of imploding. His hand leaves your nipple and grabs your throat, the sudden pressure makes your head feel light. “Oh god." Right there, fuck he just has to keep doing that, you’re so close, he just has to stay right there. 

It’s like he can read your mind because he does, going harder and harder, giving you everything you need. “C’mon bunny, let me have it, give it to me.” 

“Fuck yesyesyes, don’t stop please don’t–” you sob, the start of your orgasm sparks inside you. 

“Not gonna tell you again, cum for me right the fuck now,” he rasps in your ear, squeezing tightly as he slams into your cunt, his thumb circling your clit faster and faster. His fingers catch your spot again, the pressure so good and so right that it sends you over the edge. Your orgasm barreling over you, wringing pleasure from every nerve in your body, and you gush around him.

“There it is, that’s my girl,” he praises, his words lost over the steady roar in your ears. He fucks you through it, drawing it out, only stopping after your vision blurs and you let out a pathetic noise, somewhere between a whimper and a sob, but you feel too good to care how you sound.

You’re a mess—limbs trembling and weak, still so lightheaded, you can't lift your head, letting it loll lazily over his broad shoulder. He gently takes his fingers out of your pulsating cunt and holds it up, the evidence of your release dripping down to his wrist. He brings his long index finger to his mouth, sucking it dry with a grin. “Damn, you taste good.”

"I–fuck Bucky that was amazing." You grab the armrests and push yourself up.

“Where ya goin’? I didn’t say I was done with you,” Bucky says, his hand loose around your throat as he brings you back down. "I was jus' getting you warmed up."

Oh.

He grinds against your ass, his heavy cock digging into you. He's so big. Despite the fact that you're still on an orgasmic high, you want more. You want Bucky.

“You still gonna thank me Bunny?"

And I—

It’s as though he’s determined not to notice your predicament. There’s no way he can’t, though. Right? The two of you sit on the couch with the cute pillow, the tv quietly playing “It’s a Wonderful Life”. You know he’s not really watching, he’s probably asleep with your fingers running through his hair - it’s his favorite thing in the world or so he says. Suddenly he sits up and kisses your nose as he is wont to do.

“I can hear your brain moving, bun,” he whispers affectionately, as though unwilling to interrupt the film. “I know we didn’t really talk about presents, but I got you something.” He stands briefly and walks over to the cabinet he keeps coats in near the door. The top is out of both of your reach, but he tips on his toes and blindly reaches until he pulls down a small, shabbily wrapped little box.

“Just a trifle,” he assures you in his quietly formal way. You stand rather than take the gift right away.

“Good thing I got you something, too,” you laugh quietly, suddenly shy. You go into the bedroom and reach into your overnight bag, long since unpacked and taking up space in the closet. You’d hidden the gift in there, deciding to keep it for his birthday if the two of you didn’t exchange gifts.

“On the count of three,” Remus states almost mischievously as he takes the small gift bag from you and hands you the small box. He counts and the two of you open. His is swifter, it’s in a bag after all, requiring less effort.

“Oh, thank you, doll,” he says softly, his mind clearly elsewhere even as he admires the record you’d picked out. But you can’t say anything. Because inside the tiny box is a small, thin key. Imprinted on the key is “3B”. That’s this apartment. This is a key to his apartment. You hear Rem take a deep breath, your gaze still locked on the key.

“It’s taken me too long,” he practically whispers, Jimmy Stewart’s voice still whirring from the telly a good deal louder. “And you’ve…you’ve been far too kind about it, really.”

“Not too kind,” you whisper, surprising yourself. “Never too kind for you.”

Remus smiles and pulls you to him, crushing the key between the two of you. “See? Far too good for me you are.”

“Too good to be…what exactly?” you ask, dreading the feeling of it leaving your mouth.

“To be mine,” he responds, his voice firm. “To be my girlfriend, my partner…I want you to live here. With me. As long as you’ll have me.”

You beam into his chest, your heart thundering.

“Just a trifle?” you giggle, looking up at him. He smiles down at you, pressing ever closer, eyeing your mouth.

“You know, a trifle? An ultimate token of my love an affection? A symbol of my need to have you near me forever?” he laughs as your eyes grow wide. “Whatever you want it to be.”

“I want it to be…I want it to be a step.”

“A step?” he asks, eyes flicking between your mouth and eyes, arms still holding you close.

“A step to forever,” you say, voice just as sure as his now. “That okay?”

“That’s perfect,” he replies, “perfect, my love.”

~~~

You’re becoming genuinely worried that Remus and Sirius are going to break the bed. 

Both of them are cursing like sailors, Sirius’ voice climbing higher as Remus rocks both him and you with his thrusting. The bed lurches back and forth, your body jiggling with the movement, and James laughs, dipping down to kiss at the spot beneath your ear. 

“Doing alright, angel?” 

You swallow. “Yeah. Bit worried about the bed. You?” 

He picks his head up to give you a smile, seraphim with a flirtatious edge. “Also worried about the bed, but it’ll go out in style. Personally, I’m doing fantastic.”

You return his grin, and James presses his lips to yours. Lingering, mushy kisses that feel like they’re drawing something out of you as he pumps into you slowly. His hand stokes up and down your side the way he knows you like, grounding you while you arch up into him, affection and pleasure melding in your core until your walls are gripping him with something akin to desperation. The feeling grows steadily, James’ voice becoming hoarse as he spews sweet words and encouragements that get swallowed up by your eager mouth until you both break apart into a thousand shining pieces. 

James’ forehead lands on yours, both of you panting softly into the inch of space between you. His large palm continues to soothe over the now sweat-slick skin of your waist. You realize, distantly, that the sound and movement from the other side of the bed has ceased. Sirius and Remus must have finished before you (by some miracle, the bed seems intact), you’re not sure how long ago. It’s not unusual. You always take longer. 

Sweat and cum cool in your crevices, and a familiar remorse takes root somewhere in your chest, spreading towards your gut. You shut your eyes. You want to clean this up like it never happened. 

“Hey sweetheart, how are we feeling?” James reads your change in mood instantly. His question is painfully gentle as he picks his head up, giving you the bit of space he knows you need. 

“Okay,” you say. 

“Want to have a shower?” Sirius leans over to give your knee a squeeze. His tone carries the dulled worry of routine. “Might make you feel better.” 

You nod. Remus helps you up while James peels his condom off, throwing it in the waste bin. You can’t all fit comfortably in the shower, but you squeeze in anyway, your boyfriends terribly kind as you all clean off, checking in with you periodically. Your smile comes a bit easier, the easy affection between you softening your contrition like it always does. They relax as you do. Soon you feel clean and new, all wrapped up in steam and the love you wonder if you’ll ever be good enough to deserve. 

It’s not until after you’ve toweled off and are sitting on the bed in your pajamas, watching Sirius do his skincare routine, that a different kind of guilt begins to eat at you. 

“Sorry I always make this so difficult,” you blurt.

Sirius looks over at you from the bathroom, foaming cleanser half rinsed off his face. Beside him, James pauses with floss held up in front of him. 

“Uh, what’s difficult?” James asks you. 

“Just, everytime we have sex,” you look down at your hands, hearing the soft shuffle of pages as Remus sets down his book beside you, “you guys do so much to accommodate me.” 

“That’s typically how sex works.” Sirius rolls his eyes, tossing you a smile to mitigate it. 

You return his smile wryly. “You know what I mean,” you say softly. 

“No, come on.” Remus scoots closer until his shoulder is touching yours. “What do you mean, love?” 

You shrug, self-conscious. “Like, how you have to take care of me after because I get weird. And during, I never give blowjobs even though you guys have no problem doing anything for me, and you can’t go as rough with me as you like to. I’m sure it’s frustrating.” 

“Not really, no.” Remus says, and you startle at his matter-of-fact tone. “Anything else?” 

You hesitate. “Well, I hear the stuff you and Siri say to each other. You never say any of that to me, and you know I won’t say it to you.” 

“Yes, James doesn’t like degradation either.” Remus leans back against the headboard, looking thoughtful. “Is that all?” 

“I…” You’d been expecting a bigger reaction, not this almost bored response. “I guess that’s all I can think of right now, yeah.” 

“Well, let us know if you think of any more, because all of that’s just preference, dove.” Remus gives you a kind look, almost pitying. “None of it makes you difficult.” 

You sigh, leaning back beside him. Remus’ hand comes up to stroke your hair. “I just mean that I want you all to be able to do whatever you want to,” you say. “I don’t mean to be so…finicky.” 

“You’re not finicky,” Sirius laughs, coming out of the bathroom. He crawls right over you on the bed, stretching out like a cat and laying down with his head on your lap. “Everyone has preferences. It’d only be weird if you didn’t.” 

“But what about your preferences?” You’re nearly bickering now, frustrated with them for intentionally missing your point. 

“Have you ever thought about the idea that maybe we don’t all like it rough all of the time?” He raises an eyebrow up at you, teasing. James finishes in the bathroom and comes to lean against the doorway, watching the three of you. “If I wanted my hair pulled every time, gorgeous, I don’t think I’d have any hair left.” 

His joking coaxes a smile from you, but it’s tinged with bemusement. Really, you hadn’t thought about it that way. You’d just assumed that anytime they have sex with you, it’s a small sacrifice on their part. They drew the short stick that day. Like he can read your thoughts, Sirius grins. 

“Anyway, know what I like most?” 

“What?” 

“You’re going to hate it,” he warns. 

You almost want to laugh, but you narrow your stare on him. “Go on.” 

“Knowing that we’re making you feel good.” 

A derisive snort leaves you before he’s even finished the sentence. You roll your eyes. “You’re right, that’s awful.” 

“It’s the truth, though.” James holds his hand up beside him. “Scout’s honor.” 

“Were you ever in boy scouts?” Remus asks quietly, almost to himself. Sirius shakes his head in your lap, but shrugs like that’s not really relevant. 

“Honestly, sweetheart, you make it sound like being with you is some kind of chore,” James says, ignoring them both. “Do you think you’re the only one who can say if you don’t like something?” You blink in surprise, but he goes on. “If we weren’t having a good time, we would tell you. Promise.” 

“Scout’s honor,” Remus mimics from beside you. “You’re not the only one who likes to be treated gently, dove. The rest of us might go back-and-forth sometimes, but we all have things we don’t like, alright? It’s no burden to do what’s going to be nice for you, and like Sirius said, making it nice for you is part of the fun.” 

“A big part,” Sirius agrees. 

“Okay,” you say, softening a bit. “Okay, but what about after? None of the rest of you need to be coddled.” 

“How do you figure?” James asks interestedly. “Sirius is the biggest pillow princess I ever saw. He needs to be carried out of bed after, or have you never noticed?” 

“Oi, you try being thrown around like you two do to me and see how you feel after!” Sirius glowers. “Dollface, you get it, right?” 

You laugh, because you don’t, that’s the point, but Remus speaks again before you can tell him so. “Sweetheart, we all have our things we need afterward. And yeah, I think we all hope that someday you don’t feel so bad about yourself right after, but we’re happy to take care of you anyway.” 

You scrutinize him, looking for a lie in his placid features. “Really? You don’t mind?” 

“Yeah, really, idiot.” Sirius pinches meanly at your stomach. “You’re our baby, of course we don’t mind. Stop asking silly questions.” 

“Let her ask what she wants, twat,” James says, starting towards the bed, and Remus gives Sirius’ thigh a reprimanding flick with his middle finger. It doesn’t look very hard, but Sirius squawks in protest and glares at him anyway. “Nobody minds taking care of you, angel,” James goes on, scooching into bed beside you. “That’s what we do, right? You’ve never complained about taking care of us.” 

“I guess,” you give in, laying your head on his shoulder. 

“Heard (Y/n) (Y/l/n)’s gonna be at the party tonight, she’s an easy target.”

Sirius Black didn’t even give his best friend a chance to react before he was smacking their fellow Gryffindor’s books out of his hands and straight to the ground, making them land with a dull thud that echoed through the corridors, never once turning his head to get a good look at the kid, he didn’t have to to know he was probably rat faced.

Remus didn’t say anything, but he had never been one to do so. He kept his eyes forward, piercing down the long hallway, but his anger showed in the tightness of his jaw and the white of his knuckled as his grip on his shoulder bag strap tightened, and if you looked close enough you could see the glint of a heavy sadness twinkle in his brown eyes, but only if you looked close enough, of course. 

Which Sirius had.

The darker haired boy opened his mouth to say something, anything to his best mate to get at least the ghost of a smile to graze his lips, but he quickly shut it when he saw you making a beeline for the two of them from the opposite direction, a bright smile plastered on your face.

And, suddenly, there was the light in Remus Lupin’s eyes.

“I am so ready to get absolutely plastered!” You enthused, your eyes wide with excitement as you linked arms with your two friends, looking back and forth between the two of them, patiently awaiting for excited smiles to grace their handsome features as well. But, when they both just nodded, pathetic smiles hanging loosely from their lips, your shoulders slumped.

“You’re not excited?”

“Of course we are.” Remus assured you, raising an eyebrow at Sirius.

Sirius had a terrible habit of telling you all of the nasty things they overheard about you around the school, not because he enjoyed the sad look in your eye or the occasional quiver of your bottom lip, but because he would get so angry he simply couldn’t help himself. He felt as though he would be doing you a disservice if he didn’t make you aware of how more than half of the student body felt about you. But it began to get to the point where it became useless, you already knew, why was there any point in informing you every time?

And why was there an issue? Why was it such a bad thing that you enjoyed hooking up? It wasn’t like more than half of the male student body wasn’t doing the exact same thing you were. You were just having fun, enjoying your young years and reveling in the perks of not wanting to be tied down just yet. It made the Marauders blood boil, hearing people talk about you so terribly like they weren’t doing the same thing.

“Ecstatic.” Sirius exhaled, sending you a soft smile and a wink, causing you to smile again.

The three of you continued to walk arm in arm to the common room, chatting about nothing and everything, summer plans, classes, the handsome dark eyed boy Sirius has his eye on, Lily and James, and just about everything in between until you reached the fat lady.

Sirius muttered the password and you brought your hands to your sides, breaking the chain between the three of you, causing a chill to go down Remus’ spine at the lack of your touch, the spot on his arm now felt cold.

“There they are! S’my best mates!” James came tumbling down the steps leading to the boys dormitories, a loose tie hanging from his neck and hair tousled in all different directions.

“Are you drunk already?!” Remus questioned, stifling a laugh.

James held his hands up in surrender, “Wha’s a party without a little pre party right lads??” He laughed before bringing his hand up to point to you. “You!”

“Me?”

“You! Go change and meet us in our dorm! Pre party!!”

You had barely opened your mouth to respond before James spun around on his heel and was bounding up the steps again, impressively not tripping over his own feet, with Sirius not far behind, yelling at James about how he hoped he saved some for him.

 You and Remus stood next to each other for a moment, amused looks adorning both your faces at the childish excitement from your two best friends over a Hogwarts house party, before you eventually turned to each other and giggled, both sets of cheeks flashing with heat.

“I’ll see you at the party then?” Remus asked, assuming there was no way you’d come to sit in their messy dorm hours before the party started, forced to watch Sirius and James argue over spells and the best pickup lines.

You nodded. “See you there, Moony.”

–

Remus had been right, of course, you did not join the boys in their dorm for drinks, instead deciding to take a nap before getting ready and taking your time on getting ready, before taking a couple photos with your roommates and having a couple quick drinks with them.

By the time you made it downstairs to the common room, the party was in full swing, drinks cluttered the tables, students were crammed on the couches, and the smell of smoke and firewhisky quickly invaded your lungs. You couldn’t help but smile at the atmosphere, you adored parties. There was always just a lighthearted and carefree vibe around them, you get a couple drinks in you and suddenly everyone is your best friend, your cheeks hurt from smiling, and the undeniable urge to dance all just tie together to create the perfect feeling in your chest.

And it doesn’t hurt when there’s a certain cutie you have your eye on that you can flirt with all night.

“Looking lovely as always.”

You turned your head as your eyes landed on your best friend and you smiled, trying so hard to ignore the warm feeling of butterflies in your stomach as his deep brown eyes looked into yours, a soft smile playing at his lips.

“Why thank you, Mr. Lupin.”

“Please, call me Remus.” He quipped, extending a hand out to you to assist you in walking down the remaining steps, only then had you realized you were still on the stairs.

“As you wish.” You joked back, a wink flickering across your left eye, and Remus swore if he had had just a couple more drinks his legs would have turned to jello.

Once you had made it down to even ground, a drink was being shoved into your hand by James, who’s bloodshot eyes were paired nicely with the poorly wrapped joint hanging from his lips.

“Where’s Lils?”

You smiled and took a swig from your drink, light happiness bursting through your chest at the love your best friends shared, they were better for each other than you could’ve ever imagined. 

“Should be right behind me.” You said, turning your head slightly to see if your best friend had made her way out of your room yet, but the only sight you were met with was James clammering up the steps to check on his girl.

You shook your head and giggled before turning your attention back to the taller boy, who had the same humorous expression on his face.

“Shall we?”

“We shall.”

–

“I’m telling you! Those are the exact words that came out of her mouth!” Sirius argued to the gaggle of friends, who all weren’t listening, too occupied by their fits of laughter and the joyful tears running down their faces to listen to their friend.

The black haired boy pouted and fell against the handsome Ravenclaw he had been wrapped around all night, who cooed and kissed the side of his face, although an amused glint still sparkled in his eyes.

You hadn’t even remembered what the story was, but now you couldn’t stop laughing, being egged on by the cackles of the rest of the group, and you clutched your stomach.

The party had completely died out, leaving just you and your closest friends on the common room couches, exchanging stories and cigarettes as soft music sounded from the record player in the corner.

And Remus’ hands hadn’t left your skin all night. 

They were constantly somewhere, one on your waist, your lower back, swung over your shoulder, the back of your neck, and currently, softly gripping your thigh.

You turned to look at him, a bright smile still beaming on your face before you lazily rested your head against his shoulder, prompting him to press a kiss to your hairline.

“You are so beautiful.” He whispered so softly that even you almost missed it and you felt heat rising up in your cheeks, bringing your head up to face him again, this time a softer smile on your lips.

“Please never stop smiling.” He breathed out, his face turned serious, eyes filled with devotion and warmth, quickly flickering to your lips before they went back to your eyes.

And he had you.

“I feel sick.” You announced suddenly to your friends, shooting straight up to your feet, causing Remus’ hand to fall. “M’gonna turn in.”

“Oh, love! Would you like help?” Marlene asked, leaning forward and gripping her hands around the armrest of her seat, ready to up and help you, despite the curly haired brunette sitting on the floor between her legs.

Remus caught on. “No, Marlene, you stay here. I’ll help her.” He insisted, standing up beside you, his hand ghosting around your waist.

“You’re sure?” She raised an eyebrow and Remus nodded, trying his best to ignore the knowing smirks of his fellow Marauders.

“It’s no problem.”

“Alright.” She answered hesitantly, eyes flickering over to you. “Come fetch me or Lils if you need, yeah?”

You nodded and bid your friends goodnight, snaking your fingers through Remus’ while allowing him to lead you up the stairs.

You were both giggling and tripping over your own feet as you got closer to your room, but a certain heaviness weighed on your chest when you remembered what he most likely wanted from you. Even though Remus was someone closer to your heart, he was still a boy, and it was something that all boys wanted from you, because they knew they could get it.

Sex.

You didn’t entirely mind, enjoying the no strings attached one night stand every once in a while, but it got to the point where most guys at Hogwarts wouldn’t even look in your direction unless they had a lustful intent, and sometimes, that stung.

But, you still let Remus into your room, you still locked the large oak door so you’d be left alone by your roommates, who you were positive were spending the night elsewhere, and you still looked up at Remus expectantly, breathing slightly heavy from running up the stairs and only a little dizzy.

The sandy haired blond was hard to read, his eyes didn’t leave yours as he set down his bottle of firwhisky with a thud on Lily’s dresser, and he brought one hand to grip the side of your neck, his thumb stroking your cheek bone, and the other on your hip.

Your heartbeat quickened as you rested a hand on his chest, the other holding the opposite side of his neck.

It was agonizing, the way he studied you, the way he leaned in closer only to place a chaste kiss on your jaw, earning a soft sigh from you as you fluttered your eyes close.

“Fuck.” He whispered before his lips were on yours, soft and gentle, barely parted as his grip on you barely tightened, just holding you.

And he pulled away, just like that.

“(Y/n).” He whispered.

“Yes?” You breathed out, head still spinning from the feeling of his lips on yours.

“Jus’ sayin’ your name.” He replied, his eyes scanning over every feature on your face, before pulling you in for another kiss, and you took the liberty of deepening it, leading him over to your bed before he pulled away from you, his hands gripping your shoulders. “Woah, woah. Hold on, love.”

Your eyebrows furrowed in confusion as you looked at him, slightly cocking your head to the side.

“You don’t want-”

Remus felt his heart break.

You thought he just wanted to fuck you.

“Darling…”

“W- why did you kiss me, then?” You asked, confusion plastered all over your face, arms dangling at your sides as you waited for Remus to answer, and his intoxicated brain couldn’t get a response out fast enough.

“Oh god, oh god.” Your eyes widened in horror and this time it was Remus’ turn to be confused. “I completely misread the situation. Fuck!” You frantically rubbed at your eyes, smearing black eyeliner and mascara all over the delicate white sleeves of your top. “Oh god, I’m so sorry Remus. I- I thought you were flirting and-”

The brown eyed boy was completely helpless and didn’t know what else to do besides grabbing your face to kiss you once more, breaking apart only a second later to rest his forehead on yours.

“Just to kiss you.” He responded to your question.

“What?”

“I kissed you, because I wanted to kiss you, love.”

Your eyebrows raised in understanding, a look of uncertainty in your eye.

“Just to kiss me? Not to-” You gestured to the bed, but Remus cut you off.

“No.”

You could’ve cried, right in that moment, you could’ve cried. Did your best friend love you the way you loved him? Was this really happening?

“And, and if I told you I didn’t want to be touched?”

He smiled, “I’d say you look lovely.”

“And if I told you I just wanted to lay with you and cuddle?”

“Happily.” He breathed, a look on his face that said that was the only thing he’d ever want from you.

“If I said we’ll never have sex?”

Remus laughed and shook his head at you, “Darling, I wouldn’t care.”

You smiled, and sighed with relief, falling into him, and he gladly wrapped his arms around you, swaying you back and forth.

“Rem.” You said after a few moments, voice muffled by the material of his shirt.

He hummed in response.

“I think I’m in love with you.”

He couldn’t believe what he was hearing, he pulled away from you in disbelief, staring and studying your face, looking for any hint of sarcasm or humor, but there wasn’t one. But there was a tear running down your cheek, and Remus was quick to wipe it away.

“And I’m terrified.” 

He frowned as your bottom lip quivered and your eyes lowered to the floor, ashamed to look at him. But Remus brought your head up to look at him by placing his thumb and pointer finger on your chin.

“Nothing to be scared of, dove. I love you more than you could ever know. I’m with you.”

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remus smirked at the desperate look in your doe eyes while his long fingers deftly unbuttoned his trousers, and pulled them down. he released himself from his black boxers, dragging them down his legs before looking back at you.

the way his cock twitched at the sight of lust in your innocent eyes, the way you bit your plush lip and as his eyes dragged down you, the way you squeezed your supple thighs together.

“like what you see, baby?” he drawled. the sound of his voice sent another spark to your core, and you fought the desperate urge to clamp your hand between your thighs.

you nodded dopily, entranced by his gorgeous cock. you were still so innocent to the concept of doing anything with it, but for remus, you could do anything.

“y’gonna get on your knees for me love?” he said, his tone somehow soft and gentle yet commanding, sending you immediately to your knees in front of him.

“wanna touch?” he asked, raising his eyebrow as you just stared at his cock in awe. you looked up, and remus had to hold back a low groan at the sight of you peering up at him from between his legs, face inches away from his cock. if he felt this strongly about you just sitting there, looking at him, how was he going to last when your mouth was on him? or your little virgin pussy? he was so fucked.

you reached out tentatively, wrapping your hand around the base of him. he was warm and heavy in your hand, and you could practically feel yourself start to drool.

remus noticed this and laughed softly.

“my innocent girl already wants my cock so bad.” he grinned. the idea of him corrupting your innocence like this, the idea of making you so cock drunk you couldn’t do anything but beg for more had him twitching in your palm.

your lips parted, warm breath fanning over remus’ cock. he moaned softly, and your eyes widened at the noise. emboldened, you stuck your tounge out, remus’ eyes widening as he looked down at you, and licked a stripe aloud the underside of his hard cock, from the base to the tip.

he moaned again, louder, and whispered your name lowly. shuffling forward, you wrapped your hand back around the base of him, looking straight into his eyes as you took the pulsing tip of him into your soft, warm mouth.

remus groaned, murmuring a soft baby as you swirled your tongue around the head of his cock, closing your eyes as you savoured the flavour of his precome.

“my precious girl.” he breathed as you looked back up at him, batting your eyelashes. you lowered your head further, taking him deeper into your mouth. remus tried desperately not to buck his hips as your warm mouth enveloped his length, not wanting to make you choke. though, there was a small part of him that wanted to see that, wanted to see you gagging, drooling over his cock, lust in your previously so innocent eyes. he wanted to corrupt your preciousness, turn you into a cockslut, just for him.

but not yet. he would keep you innocent for a little longer.

remus let out low groans as you started bobbing your head on him, becoming sloppy as you became overcome with lust, the pulsing between your legs becoming almost unbearable, the desperate need to have his cock inside of your hole so overwhelming you could hardly think of anything else.

you pulled off with a pop, gasping for air, a little drool dribbling down your chin. the sight was truly sinful, and it didn’t help remus’ corruption fantasies as his innocent, virgin girlfriend sat on her knees, precome smeared on her puffy lips.

“fuck, love, you look beautiful.” he groaned, cupping you cheek in his large hand, stroking your soft skin with his thumb.

“i want-“ you started, before cutting yourself of nervously.

“want what, baby?” he responded gently, and you tilted your head into his palm instinctively, effectively nuzzling into him.

“want you to be inside of me..” you mumbled, biting your lips softly, your cheeks flushing. remus smiling, raising an eyebrow as you averted your gaze from his. he gentle held your chin, tilting your head back towards him so that you were looking into his eyes.

“take your clothes of and go lay on the bed, love.” remus said simply. you breathed in excitedly, hopping of your knees.

you removed your top first, exposing your bra to remus, before shimmying out of your skirt. remus stood up, walking over to you, stepping out of his trousers and boxers as he did. he pulled of his shirt, revealing his toned and scarred torso to you. raising your hand, you placed your palm on remus’ chest. his skin was warm against you, and you breathed out shakily. not because you were scared, but because you were so desperate for him you could barely contain it.

remus reached behind your back, deftly unclasping your bra, and you let it fall off. his hands immediately went to your soft breasts, cupping them in his warm palms.

you bit your lip, closing your eyes as he massaged your chest, before leading you back to lie on the bed. he moved atop you, kissing you deeply. he groaned softly as you kissed back desperately, your bare chest against his, heart beating rapidly with desire.

“need you inside me rem..” you whispered against his lips, holding him closer, his leaking cockhead rubbing against your still clothed cunt.

“okay baby.” he whispered gently, kissing down your neck, all over your supple breasts, to your tummy, pressing kisses to the soft flesh there. he finally reached the bow at the hem of your panties, and looking up at you, waiting for your nod of consent, he pulled them down your legs, throwing them to the corner of the room.

“please remus- i need it, i need you.” you sniffed, desperation bringing tears to your wide eyes, the ache in your core amplifying as you felt his warm breath fan over you.

remus smirked at the needy tears in your eyes. you looked beautiful. lips puffy from deep kisses, voice trembling with need, innocent eyes wide and teary.

how could he deny you any longer when you looked so perfect?

he moved back up your body, looking deep into your misty eyes as he lined himself up with your entrance, teasing his tip through your slick folds to make you whine, before pushing himself into your entrance for the first time.

you cried out, moaning loudly as his big cock stretched your virgin hole. remus groaned lowly as your tight pussy enveloped him and clenched around him as he bottomed out inside of you.

“fuck! fuck- remus, so- so big!” you cried, tears dripping down your cheeks at the painful yet pleasurable intrusion. remus kissed the tears away, pressing his nose against yours.

“your okay, love. tell me when i can move.” he said softly, his voice low, sending shivers down your spine.

you nodded after a few seconds, when the pain had faded into pleasure, and you felt desperate for him to move, to fuck you, properly, for the first time.

he pulled out of you, almost completely, until only his tip was inside of you before pushing right back in. your head flew back with a loud whine, a desperate sound that went straight to remus cock inside of your warmth.

“that feel good, baby?” he teased, laughing lowly, leaning down to kiss your collar. you nodded, grabbing onto his scarred back, desperately holding onto him as he began fucking into you, almost animalisticly, holding your bare chest to his as he fucked you raw.

“feels so- so good remmy-“ you whimpered. he smirked wolfishly into your soft neck, biting down gentle on the skin there to make you whine. the action also caused you to arch your back, meaning remus could suddenly fuck further, deeper into you.

you almost screamed in pleasure, tears of ecstasy dripping down your cheeks as he repeatedly hit that spot inside of you that had you seeing stars. you had never felt anything so pleasurable, you were feeling a high you had never felt before, completly drunk on remus and his cock.

you mindlessly moaned and whined, your body going lax in remus’ hold, letting him fuck you like a little doll.

remus grinned as he listened to your cries and whimpers of pleasure, fucking into you deeper and faster, desperate to feel you contract your tight pussy around him as you came on his cock.

“more- more, ‘lease..” you whimpered dumbly, your lips parted, drooling slightly, mind all foggy.

“did i fuck my poor baby dumb?” remus grinned, holding you even closer to him as your bodies moved against each other.

“gonna- gonna cum, remmy!” you cried, holding onto him tightly as that coil in your stomach tightened, warmth pooling in your core.

“cum for me, love.” remus groaned, burying himself deep into your hole as you shook and trembled, whimpering and moaning as you came on his cock, the feeling of your pussy tightening around him pushing remus into his own climax, pumping you full of his cum.

-

he'd take so much sick, twisted pleasure in explaining different sexual acts to you. he likes watching you squirm, he likes watching your eyes go wide and your lips get all puffy and raw as you bite them to death, he likes watching you squeeze your thighs together like you can stop that insatiable ache between them. like he doesn't know what you're doing, like you're being subtle about it. you're not.

the grosser the sex act, the better. he starts you off by just asking whether you're familiar with different positions, but it gets progressively worse. he'll ask first about something simple like missionary or doggy, and if you know either one, he calls you dirty. like his thoughts aren't a thousand times worse, like he's not imagining you bound and gagged and covered in cum. but it works, he sees you inwardly cringe, he sees you get all flustered and shameful, and he loves it.

"you'd look good in a piledriver, baby. your neck all bent and achy, your hips up for me to fuck into. i'd get deeper, y'know, if your hips were up." he pats a rough hand on your hip, "i could fuck your needy hole so much better if I just-" / "anakin-!" / "what, you're getting all weird now? come on, it's just sex. everyone does it. except for you, huh? you've got a tight little virgin pussy, don't you, angel? you gonna let me in?"

and that's just the beginning. wait until he starts branching out a little.

"you know what a rimjob is, baby?" he'll ask, an infuriating little smirk on his face as he waits for your stammered response. when you shake your head he scoffs, "didn't think so. you gonna let me do it to you, angel?" he knows what he's doing, the power he's holding over you by being so elusive about the actual act. but all you have to do to find out is ask, why won't you just ask him? when you finally manage to gather the courage to mumble, "what.. is it?" his face drops into this shit-eating, devilish smirk, and he grabs your hips, jostling the globes of your ass. 'well, i'd make you lay on your stomach, and i'd press my face into your pretty ass, and i'd lick it out, baby. you gonna let me get my tongue in there? 'gonna let me shove my fuckin' tongue inside your ass like it's your pussy?"

you make this horribly flustered noise that's some awful cross between a squawk and a scream, and try to wrestle your hips out of his hold to go bury your burning face somewhere that his eyes aren't privy to. but he's relentless, fighting past your bashfulness and pinning you down to the bed while leaning in to kiss your red-hot face.

"what," he croons with faux-sympathy, "you're all antsy now? that got you hot-and-bothered, didn't it, thinking about my tongue in there. you're dirty, aren't you?"

when you don't answer he kisses you, and he feels the way your cunt drags against his thigh without you meaning for it to. he gets off so much on being the one to get you this way for the first time, and he's more than happy to mumble dirty shit in your mouth while he's licking it out.

You didn’t really believe in the supernatural, so you weren’t expecting any ghosts or devil worshippers to pop out, but the deeper the two of you got into the church, the more you felt something. Natasha seemed to feel something weird about the vibe of the church, too, because she’d gotten more and more tense as you’d explored. You’d practically had to drag her down into the basement, using the heavy-duty flashlights she’d insisted you both bring to explore the empty space. 

It had been your idea to look inside the weird wooden door that was built into the back of  the stone basement, half-hidden behind a shelf. Natasha hovered in the doorway while you explored the room, which was empty save for the lectern, the book and a circle etched into stone floor, with symbols you couldn’t decipher decorating the outer edge. 

“I think we should go,” Natasha said from the doorway, shining her light around the room like she was waiting for something to pop out of the shadows. Your normally unruffled best friend seemed genuinely spooked, which only made you want to have some fun with her, a wicked smirk pulling at the corners of your mouth.

“Aw, c’mon, Nat,” you whined, flipping idly through the weathered, yellow pages of the book in front of you. You’d thought about stepping away from the lectern to look more closely at the circle on the floor, but your feet didn’t want to move. It didn’t occur to you that that might be strange. 

Nat’s gaze darted to the pages of the book, drawn by the soft rustling they were making as you flicked through them. “Do not read the latin,” she said again, her voice sharper than you’d ever heard it. “I’m serious.” 

Her eyes were wide, too, and you realized she was really scared, though you couldn’t understand why. It was just a silly book and a silly room. You would put money that the whole setup had been left there by some kids trying to add to the legend of the church. It was all bogus. Probably.

Wanting to lighten the mood, you grinned at your friend. “What’s the point of learning a dead language if you’re always telling me not to use it?” you needled, waggling your eyebrows at Nat, though she didn’t seem swayed by your attempts to joke around. 

Just then, your gaze caught on the page you’d turned to, a drawing on the weathered yellow paper catching your attention. On the page was a picture of a kind of…beast. As you peered closer, centering your flashlight over the drawing, you realized it wasn’t fully animal, more half-beast, half-man. The sketch was crude, but you could make out horns, claws and a tail on the hulking figure. A spark of interest lit in your gut as you looked at the image. 

“I don’t always tell you not to use it,” Natasha retorted while you were fixated on the drawing, only half listening to your friend. “I just don’t think now is a good time.” She waved her arms around, gesturing to the room and the circle marking the floor. “Y’know, when we’re clearly in a place where reading the latin might summon a fucking demon.” 

Her hissed words finally caught your attention and you dragged your eyes away from the book, glancing over at your friend, who was clearly unsettled by the situation you’d both found yourselves in. You couldn’t fully understand why Natasha was freaking out so much, but then, the room didn’t seem to scare you the same way it did her. If anything, you felt less spooked in the basement room than you had in the rest of the church.

Scoffing again at the preposterousness of accidentally summoning a demon, you shook your head, still smiling at your friend. “Ok, sure, let’s say that’s actually a real possibility for a second,” you said, indulging your friend. “Don’t forget, I’ve seen you looking at monsterfucker porn on your phone when I’m sitting next to you on the couch,” you teased, trying to calm your friend down with your light-hearted joking. Waggling your eyebrows at Nat again, you gave her a lascivious grin. “You sure you don’t wanna summon a demon and see what he’s packing?” 

Natasha’s face filled with an angry flush. “You send me half of that porn,” she shot back, but a smile was flickering at the corners of her mouth and you knew you’d gotten through at least some of her fear. However, a second later she seemed to remember where you were and she crossed her arms over her chest, trying to hide a shiver. “Besides, that’s fantasy—this looks like the real deal, and I know better than to mess with an actual demon.”

Rolling your eyes, you muttered, “You’re assuming demons are real.” Your skepticism wavered, though, when you glanced back down at the book and found your fingers stroking over the drawing of the creature that you realized was the tome’s depiction of a demon. That was strange.

Something about the image was calling to you, inspiring a soft heat to bloom in your core, settling into the juncture of your thighs and pulse through your body in time with the steady beating of your heart. It was such a pleasant feeling that you were tempted to answer the call of the drawing, at least enough to read the instructions on how to summon the being. It seemed easy enough, all you had to do was chant a few lines of latin. A rightness settled into your heart, your eyes skipping over the warnings written in the dead language and focusing on the words you’d need to say.

“Well, my dear friend Natasha,” you said, planting yourself more firmly behind the lectern and looking up only long enough to shoot a foolhardy grin at your friend. “I do not know better.” 

That was the only warning you gave her before you looked back down and started reading the latin. It had been a while since you’d spoken the dead language out loud, and the words felt strange and unnatural on your tongue, but you couldn’t say whether that was your rustiness or if the words themselves had a tinge of evil to them. Your heart raced with excitement as you felt a prickling beneath your skin. Something was actually happening.

Not long after you began to read, an unnatural wind started to swirl around the room, candles wedged into sconces lining the stone walls flickering to life without any matches. The wind blew faster and faster, a dull roaring sound filling the small chamber. Above the noise, you heard Natasha cry out from the doorway, and when you glanced up, having learned the words enough to repeat them without reading from the book, you saw your friend backing away from the doorway. Her eyes were impossibly large and round in her face, a stricken expression overtaking her features.

Natasha’s mouth opened like she was going to scream for you to stop, but before any sound came out, the door to the room blew shut, sealing you inside the chamber beneath the abandoned church. Alone. Your friend’s warnings about summoning an actual demon flitted through your mind. Even you had to admit something supernatural was occurring in the room, but you couldn’t bring yourself to feel anything other than anticipation about what would result from the incantation you were reading.

When you’d finally finished chanting the passage in latin the designated number of times, you looked up from the book in time to see a wisp of smoke seep through a small crack in the stone floor at the center of the circle. It rose up toward the ceiling, expanding until the thick smoke was pouring into the room from below. You coughed and sputtered, pulling your sweater up to cover your mouth and nose, your eyes watering as the darkened smog blotted out the light of the candles. It grew so thick, you couldn’t even see your hand in front of your face. 

After a short few moments, the smoke began to dissipate, and the first thing you noticed was the hulking figure standing in the middle of the circle, the light of the candles casting him in a warm glow. You blinked the smog from your eyes as the half-human, half-beast form of the demon came into focus through the disappearing smoke. The creature that stood before you was even more intimidating than what was pictured in the book, but your body responded by heating all over.

He was massive—his shoulders half as broad as you were tall, muscles bulging in his chest and arms, making him appear even larger. He was tall, too, the horns protruding from his brow brushing the ceiling even as he stooped a little. Your eyes caught on his horns, taking in the way they were thicker at the base before sharpening to wicked-looking points as they extended back at an angle from his temples. 

As your gaze drifted down from the horns, you noticed the demon’s face and his handsome features—a strong brow that was lowered over eyes the color of the summer sky, a mouth with impossibly soft lips turned down in a small frown and a sharp jaw gritted with tension. The demon had a dusting of facial hair along his jaw that you ached to brush your lips over and feel the coarse roughness, as well as brown hair cut to his chin that framed his handsome face perfectly.

Unable to stop the perusal of your eyes, your gaze traveled further down, taking in the golden skin of the demon’s chest, which was heaving slightly in the candlelight as he breathed. The hue of his arms darkened below the elbow, blending into a deep burgundy color at his hands, which were tipped with claws. The demon’s legs were the same. Though his thighs, thick as tree trunks, appeared human beneath the soft shorts he wore, below his knee they faded into the color of dried blood and more resembled the clawed feet of a predatory animal. And finally, behind him, a long tail flicked with curiosity. 

It was only when you grew light-headed and dizzy that you realized you’d been holding your breath while taking your first look at the demon. You gasped for air, noting the way the creature’s eyes darted to your lips at the sound. The blue of his gaze darkened while he watched your lips part and your chest rise rapidly beneath your sweater. Heat rose within you, your body responding to the demon’s attention. You didn’t quite understand the force of your attraction to the demon, but you were so warm and your head muzzy with desire, you had no inclination to question how you felt. 

“You were the one to summon me, little witch?” the demon asked, breaking the silence that had fallen in the room since you’d finished reading and the wind had died down. The creature’s voice was deliciously deep, the tenor of it digging into your ribcage and settling down in the marrow of your bones, making your knees knock together with a trembling shiver. 

Beneath your skirt, you clenched your thighs together against the budding throb of arousal between your legs and stared up into the demon’s face, his stature so significantly taller than yours that you had to crane your neck. “I did,” you admitted, pressing your lips together while you quickly debated whether to say more. Before you could think better of it, you spilled the rest of your confession. “I felt… compelled to do so,” you said, picking your words carefully as you thought of what had driven you to read the latin of the summoning spell.

Since you were already looking at the demon’s face, you caught the look of surprise that flitted across his features. Then his brow furrowed back over his eyes and his mouth resumed its frown. “The book called to you?” he asked, glancing between your face and the tome sitting before you on the lectern.

Your eyes dropped to the book and you thought of the pull you’d felt toward the church, then the basement, and the room you were standing in. You thought of how you’d flipped through the pages of the book until you’d landed on the one to summon the demon in front of you, and the way your fingers had idly stroked over the drawing of him when you’d been talking to Natasha. You hoped your friend didn’t hate you for ignoring her warnings, but you couldn’t ignore what was right in front of you.

“Yes,” you said in a small, hesitant voice. But as soon as you said it, you thought about how ridiculous it was to think that a book—a spell to summon a demon—could call to you. Rebelling against the very notion, you forced yourself to laugh, the sound choked and wretched in the small, stone room. “But that’s ridiculous, right?” you said, your voice high and off-kilter as you returned your gaze to the demon. You didn’t wait for him to answer, though, as you blustered on. “It is! I’m being ridiculous,” you said, mostly talking to yourself at that point, your fingers gripping the edges of the lectern so hard your knuckles were white. “I’m letting the Halloween spirit get to me—I just wanted to know what it’d be like to fuck a demon!” 

A low rumbling growl came from the creature and your gaze flicked up to his face in time to see his eyes darkening, his expression turning hungry as a smirk curved the edges of his mouth. “Well, then, little witch,” he rumbled, stepping closer to you, his hulking body blotting out the light of the candles on the opposite side of the room as he prowled toward you. “I’m more than happy to ignore the mystery of the calling you felt in order to oblige you.” His smirk was wickedly sharp, his lips parting to flash his fangs. 

Instinctively, you stepped back from the lectern while the demon continued to stalk toward you, your heart racing in your chest, and the throb of your arousal echoing between your thighs. Your feet were clumsy, your legs trembling, and even still, you felt dampness in your panties making the soft fabric cling to your sticky folds. Your emotions were a riot in your body, fear and desire fighting for dominance as you retreated from the creature with shaky steps while he smirked wider and wider until your back hit the stone wall of the room. A gasp wrenched free from your lips.

The creature was grinning and practically salivating as you trembled against the wall, his tail twitching agitatedly behind him. Your neck craned as you watched his still-approaching form. “You need not be afraid of me, little witch,” he rasped, drawing closer until he was within reach. He planted his claw-tipped hands against the wall on either side of your head, caging you in with his large body. He ducked his head down toward your upturned gaze, his face and shoulders blocking out the rest of the room as he overwhelmed you with his presence without even touching you. “I won’t hurt you,” he promised, his eyes glittering with desire.

When you took in a deep breath to calm yourself, all you could smell was the scent of his skin, like a crackling fire and something earthy beneath. It was an intoxicating combination and you wanted to bury your face between the demon’s pecs and sniff him to your heart’s content, but you shoved the idea aside as soon as you had it, determining it to be too preposterous. Instead, you forced yourself to meet his eye and say, “Y-you keep calling me a witch,” you said, your voice rising as if asking a question. “I’m not a witch.” 

The demon’s smirk softened into a smile and he dropped a hand from the wall, brushing the back of one of his monstrous fingers down your cheek so softly it made your heart ache with yearning. His tail wrapped gently around your leg, just above your knee, your thighs squeezing together and pinning him between them. 

“You read the latin, you summoned a demon,” he recounted, making your face heat when you were confronted by what you’d done. “By all accounts, that makes you a witch.” 

It seemed too simple, but you couldn’t really argue with that logic. Your actions had been rather witchy, and even if you were still grappling with the knowledge that magic and demons both existed, you were enjoying the way he touched you far too much to be able to form a response. So you just nodded, acknowledging his answer. 

Seeing your acceptance, the demon pulled his hand away from your cheek, but before he could place it back on the wall, you let out a little whimper of protest. You wrapped both your hands around his wrist and brought his hand back to your face, the expanse of his palm enveloping your cheek and jaw. You nuzzled into his blood-red hand, inhaling the scene of him while staring up into his blue eyes.

“What should I call you?” you asked, your voice soft and a little shy. You wracked your brain to remember if the ancient book you’d used to summon him had listed a name, but if it had, you’d missed it. And if he was going to call you ‘little witch,’ you wanted to be able to call him something, too. 

At your question, the demon smirked again. “A demon never gives his real name,” he started, cupping your face purposefully in his massive palm, a rumbling purr sounding in his chest when you continued to nuzzle into him, your eyes closing with a contented sigh. His hand was big enough that you felt the tips of his claws graze the back of your neck, making you shiver, more wetness pooling between your thighs. “For it gives those who know it too much power over him.”

You hummed in acknowledgement, only half listening as you enjoyed the feeling of his warm, calloused palm against your soft cheek. He felt hotter than any human should, and you couldn’t help but wonder if that was true for all of him. His tail was warm against your leg, but what about the rest of him? What would it feel like to sink onto his hardness—would he feel impossibly hot in the depths of your own heat? 

A chuckle came from the demon before he murmured, “Little witch,” to get your attention again. Your eyes fluttered open and you smiled as you found the creature gazing affectionately down at you. He went on, answering your question. “I’ve had many names throughout the ages—zimniy soldat, zimski vojnik, vintersoldat,” he said, his tongue rolling easily through each of the languages that were foreign to you. “Hiemis militis,” he finished and you recognized the latin, though it took you a moment to translate it.

“The Winter Soldier?” you asked hesitantly, unsure if your translation was correct. 

“Mhm,” he murmured, a pleased smile spreading across his face. His thumb stroked your cheek affectionately, and you smiled in return. “You may call me that or any of the others, little witch.”

You would’ve expected a demon to be much rougher and meaner, but you were enjoying the creature’s softness, it stoked the heat inside you even higher. You had the urge to press your body to his massive form and writhe against him like a cat in heat, but you settled for bringing your hands up and placing them against his abdomen, which was level with your chest. 

“Soldat,” you said slowly, testing out the word on your lips. It sent a shiver of need down your spine and you looked up into the Winter Soldier’s face. He smiled and nodded at you, encouraging you. “Soldat,” you said again, acting instinctively as you pushed yourself up on tiptoes, head tilted back so that your lips were angled toward his mouth.

The demon knew exactly what you wanted, but he was so much taller than you that he couldn’t quite stoop enough to kiss you. So he wrapped his massive hands around your waist and picked you up, pinning you back against the wall by pressing his hulking body against yours, one of his thick thighs pushing between your legs as his tail wrapped around your ankle, pulling you open for him. His skin was hot against your inner thighs, brushing up under your skirt, but you couldn’t be distracted by that because a moment later the demon’s mouth was on yours. 

The Winter Soldier kissed you like he touched you—gently, taking care of your fragility in comparison to his imposing muscle. His mouth was searching as it worked against yours with soft brushes of his lips and tongue, the carefulness of his movements teasing your arousal even higher until you were practically intoxicated with it. 

A needy whimper escaped your lips as you pushed against the creature, taking his face in your hands and deepening the kiss with a hunger that surprised even you. The demon made a pleased sound deep in his chest, rumbling against your ribcage, and you felt his mouth curve into the ghost of a smile before he was meeting your fervor with his own. His tongue plunged past your lips and took possession of your mouth, dragging heated gasps and desperate moans from your throat as he explored you.

He tasted of sin and pleasure and depraved devotion and you couldn’t get enough, your hands clinging to his bare shoulders as your hips began to work against his thick thigh, grinding yourself down on his bulging muscle through your panties. You were slick enough to make the movement pleasurable and you moaned at the friction, the demon swallowing the sound down with a growl. His response only made you grow slicker between your thighs, so that you were sure he could feel your wetness against his heated skin.

Wrenching his mouth from yours, the demon’s face hovered in front of your gaze, his blue eyes blazing with a depthless hunger and his nostrils flaring as he scened something that made another sound rumble in his chest. “I can smell your arousal, little witch,” he murmured before taking a deep breath and groaning low in his throat. “You smell like your sweet cunt is flooded and ready for cock.”

Heat filled your cheeks at the implication of his words, but the pleased groans he let out sent a warming desire straight to your slit. You clenched your thighs, which only pressed your slit down harder on him, wringing a keening, desperate sound from you. “Soldat,” you whined, rocking against him with jerky, frantic movements. “Please, I need more!” 

He chuckled, his hands gripping your hips and guiding you to rub yourself harder against his thigh, his tail stroking gently up and down your leg. “You want to see what it’s like to fuck a demon, don’t you, little witch?” he asked tauntingly, throwing your earlier words back at you, making you whine mindlessly while he went on. “Want to know the feeling of being split open on my monstrous cock?” His voice was low and merciless right beside your ear as you furiously humped his thigh. “Do you think you can take it?” 

His taunting words had you glancing down below his waist and your eyes widened when you saw the massive, twitching bulge beneath his shorts. His one scrap of clothing was made of a soft material that did very little to hide the way his big dick was growing and thickening, the weeping tip pushing out from the waistband of his shorts. Your mouth watered at the sight of the blood-red demon cock, wanting to sink to the floor and lick the pearl of precum from the head of his cock, then worship the full length of him with your mouth until he came down your throat. 

But you realized quickly you’d have trouble doing more than licking and kissing him. As the Winter Soldier’s cock continued to grow with the demon’s desire for you, you saw the full head of his dick push out of his shorts, and it was bigger than anything you’d seen outside of the monsterfucker porn you liked. He was as thick around as your wrist and as long as your entire forearm. You knew you’d struggle to take even the head of his cock in his mouth. 

Even as the Winter Soldier’s size should’ve made you question how he could ever possibly fit inside you, your mind was focused on the thought of sitting between his legs and worshipping his magnificent, monstrous cock however you could manage. If that meant kissing and licking up and down the veins of his thick cock, then taking the head into your mouth and sucking on him until he came, then so be it. 

“Mm, you’re a perfect little whore, aren’t you, witch?” the demon teased, having read your slutty thoughts from the way you were staring wantonly at his cock. He made another pleased rumble in his chest, almost like a purr, the sound making you squirm on his thigh, your pussy dripping and clenching down around nothing when what your body wanted was to be stuffed full of cock. The demon chuckled. “You do like the idea of taking my demon cock into your tight little human cunt, don’t you,” he said, a hint of awe in his tone. “I can feel you soaking through your panties—you’re drenched for me, aren’t you?”

His words had you warming with embarrassment over your blatant desire for the creature, but you refused to feel shame for your arousal—especially when the demon wanted you just as badly. His stiff cock was evidence of that. So you looked up at the Winter Soldier and gave him a wide, hungry smile of your own. 

“I’ve thought a lot about fucking a monster cock like yours, Soldat,” you confessed, your expression shifting into one of coy teasing. You fluttered your lashes at him, trying to restrain the smirk that wanted to be set free. “I want you to do more than split me open—I want you to ruin my pussy with it.” You savored the way his blue eyes darkened at your words. “Fuck me, claim me, make me yours, Soldat.” 

“Filthy little witch,” the demon growled, your words cutting through his restraint. He tore your sweater and skirt from your body with one sweep of his razor-sharp claws, shredding your panties before you could even gasp at the cold of the room brushing against your bare skin. “So eager to be defiled and desecrated by a demon.” His big hands groped your small, soft body, using his tail to tease your nipples until they were stiff peaks and your chest was heaving with need. The demon’s eyes flashed when he caught your heavy-lidded gaze. “Do you even know what it means to be taken by a demon, to have my infernal seed buried in your sweet little human cunt?”

“Oh fuck, I don’t care,” you whined, your hips writhing against the bare skin of the Winter Soldier’s thigh. The heat and hardness of his leg was a weak replacement for what you really wanted between your thighs, and it only made you more desperate to be filled. Reaching down, you shoved the demon’s shorts down and wrapped both hands around his massive cock, working them up and down his length until you earned a groan of approval. “I want your cock, I want you to fuck me—now, Soldat, please.” 

The demon chuckled, bouncing you on his thigh, which only wrung a more needy moan from you. “Such a reckless little witch,” he rumbled. Still teasing your nipples with his tail, he slid one of his hands down your body and shoved it between your cunt and his leg, his fingers curling inside your sopping wet pussy with ease. You half-expected to feel the pinch of his claws, but you felt only pleasure at finally having something inside you. “And so wet for your demon,” he practically purred in your ear, thrusting two fingers slowly into you. “You’re just a desperate, needy little thing, aren’t you?” 

“Yes,” you answered quickly on a gasp, only half aware of the question he’d asked. You were so riled up, arousal pounding through your blood, that you suspected you would’ve agreed to anything he said. Perhaps it should’ve worried you, especially what he’d said about burying his seed inside you, but you were too far gone in your lust to care. “Need you, Soldat, I need you so bad,” you cried, tears springing to your eyes in your frustration.

“I know, pet, I know,” he murmured soothingly as he added another finger to your hole, stretching you out while you rocked on him. His tail caressed your breasts and belly as he stroked your face with his hand, cooing at you sympathetically while he brushed his lips against your heated cheeks. “Gotta get you ready to take me,” he explained, an apology in his tone as he explained why he hadn’t given you his cock yet.

You nodded to let him know you understood, squirming and letting out a little whimper when he added a fourth finger, panting for breath as you struggled to take him. You knew he was right to take his time stretching you out before trying to sheath his monstrous cock inside you, and you knew you should be grateful he was even trying to prepare you, but you were impatient. To keep yourself from whining more for him, you kept your hands moving up and down his hardness, using your thumb to collect the pearl of precum from the tip.

The Winter Soldier’s attention was dragged away from your pussy when you brought that thumb to your lips and you caught his eye before popping it into your mouth. You let him see the way your eyes went heavy-lidded at the first taste of him, so salty and musky and good that you groaned loudly. You sucked on your thumb while the demon watched, reveling in the heat of his attention. An unnatural tingling sensation was spreading through you, but you didn’t stop and wonder at it, too transfixed by the Winter Soldier and your desire.

“You like how my come tastes, little witch?” he rumbled, fucking you faster with his fingers buried in your cunt up to the knuckle. You were so wet for him and he was moving so fast, the sounds of your wet, squelching pussy were loud in the otherwise quiet room, only matched by your panting breaths. “Are you trying to tempt me into fucking your hot mouth so you can guzzle down my seed like a thirsty heathen?”

At his filthy words, you moaned and arched your body, trying to bear down harder on his fingers even though you had no leverage with your body pinned to the wall. Panting dazedly, you managed a smirk as you looked up at the demon. “If you’re offering…” you said in a suggestive, if breathless, voice. 

He rumbled another laugh, the sound making you shiver with need. “Too greedy for your own good,” he chastised lightly, the tip of his tail spanking your ass lightly, though it still made you twitch and grind harder on his fingers. The Winter Soldier shoved his fingers as deep inside you as they’d go and spread them, stretching you almost impossibly wide. He’d driven you to the edge of your release and you were hanging on by a thread, your gasping moans turning even more desperate as words escaped you.

“While I do like the idea of covering your pretty face in my come,” he began, working your pussy open with his big fingers while you cried out and writhed against him. “I said I’d fuck your tight little cunt and I always keep my word.” He pulled his fingers from your fluttering channel, wrenching you away from the edge and denying you your release. You whined at the loss of him, but the demon only shushed you. “Hush, little witch, you’ll be filled with more demon cock than you can handle soon enough—and you’ll come more times than you can count.”

“Mmm, I like the sound of that, Soldat,” you said on a purr, a pleased smile on your lips. You let your head fall forward against the demon’s chest, kissing and licking and biting his skin wherever you could reach while he shifted you in his hands. He shoved his shorts down to his feed and maneuvered you until your legs were spread around his waist, your dripping entrance hovering over the tip of his cock. Your arms couldn’t reach up around his shoulders so you held onto his bulging biceps for something to cling to. 

The tips of the demon’s claws dug into the soft flesh of your ass and you moaned, rocking against the tip that felt much bigger than his four fingers. Excitement and only a small amount of trepidation rippled through your body as you kept grinding down on the head of Winter Soldier’s thick cock. His tail wrapped around one of your ankles and spread you wider until your thighs were as open for him as possible. The demon started to push inside you and even with all his time preparing you, it took a long moment to work the tip of his massive cock into your tight little hole.

“Soldat,” you whined when it popped inside, stretching you nearly to the point of pain. But it felt so good, too, your pussy being stretched beyond its limit making your mind go hazy with pleasure. Your mouth fell open as you whined and whimpered, not knowing whether you were urging him on or urging him to be careful.

“Shh, be a good little witch and take your demon’s cock,” the Winter Soldier rumbled, pulling out before thrusting just the tip back inside, sending your head rolling side to side on your shoulders as your body struggled to accommodate his size. You wailed at the overwhelming sensations, your brain feeling like it had leaked from your head so that all you could do was make mindless sounds as he impaled you on his cock. “You wanted this, remember, little witch?” he teased you as he fucked you with the tip of his cock. “You begged me to ruin your pussy with my big, fat demon cock—does it not feel as good as you hoped?”

He was pressing deeper with every thrust, fucking you open with his monstrous cock, and you could feel yourself stretching to take him, your pussy aching with the effort, but the pleasure you felt far eclipsed any pain. “Better,” you cried out on a gasp, barely finding your tongue and answering his question. You tilted your face up so you could see his face looming above yours, getting lost momentarily in his darkened gaze. “Feels better than I ever imagined,” you slurred, half-drunk and dumb on the pleasure he was giving you. A dazed smile spread across your face as his cock rubbed against more and more of your sensitive inner walls, filling you better than any man or toy ever hoped to.

“You love it, don’t you—love being my perfect little cocksleeve?” the demon rumbled, fucking even deeper into you. He’d worked at least half of his length inside you, which didn’t seem like it should be possible, but you could feel him deep inside you, his cock hot inside your slick channel. The Winter Soldier took one hand away from your hip and placed it over your lower belly, pressing down and making you feel him buried inside you even more acutely. “You love feeling my demon cock destroying your pussy for anyone else, don’t you, little witch?”

“Yes, master,” you cried hoarsely, not knowing where the honorific came from but not questioning it either. It felt right to call your demon ‘master,’ especially after he’d taken such exquisite possession of your body. You gasped when he shoved his cock even deeper, his hand pressing down on your belly making your body even tighter around him. “Love it so much!” 

The Winter Soldier groaned, his hands flexing against your body and gripping you even more tightly. “You were made for this, pet,” he rasped, dropping his head and pressing kisses to your forehead until you tilted your face up and he could capture your lips. He relaxed his grip on your body and let gravity do its work, forcing you to sink further down on his cock. 

You whimpered into the demon’s mouth as you felt his cock rearranging your guts to fit his hot, hard length inside you. You weren’t sure how much of his cock was left for you to take, but you weren’t sure anymore would fit. But just as you had that thought, he shoved another inch of his fat cock into your pussy, making you cry out, your whole body trembling in his arms as you came suddenly. 

The demon held you crushed to his chest, grunting and groaning as your pussy convulsed around his thick cock. You knew the tip of his dick was weeping precum into your cunt from the tingling sensation that spread through you, recognizable from when you’d tasted his come. The feeling added to your pleasure as you rode out your orgasm with jerky little movements of your hips and mindless moans. 

“That’s it, little witch, come on your master’s cock,” he rasped, one hand stroking down your side, feeling the way your body trembled for him. “You feel so good milking my cock, but I’m not done with you yet.” With that, he pushed another inch into you, making you shriek in surprise, your body wracked with violent tremors at the feeling in your oversensitive pussy, but he didn’t relent. “You were made for this,” he repeated, his voice taking on a dark and hungry edge as he worked his cock even deeper. “You were made to take demon cock inside your tight little cunt—and you were made to take demon seed inside your human womb and be bred by a demon.”

The Winter Soldier’s words should have worried or scared you, but they only turned you on more. You moaned unintelligible gibberish, legs spreading wider, knees lifting higher to take his cock deeper inside you in an invitation to do exactly as he said. Your hands clung to his massive biceps, nails digging into his skin while you nodded your head fervently. You didn’t know where the desire came from to let this demon, the one called the Winter Soldier, breed you, but you were defenseless against the need inside you.

“Master, please, please breed me,” you begged, the words slipping from your lips before you’d scarcely thought them. They felt right on your tongue, like it was only natural for you to want a demon to breed you. “Master, master, master, please, knock me up, breed me with your seed,” you said, whimpering and moaning as you stared up into the demon’s eyes.

“Perfect pet,” the Winter Soldier praised, his eyes darkening as he stared down at you, stroking your face with his claw-tipped hand. “I’m going to fill you up with my come until my seed takes in your precious little womb, and then I’m going to watch as you swell with my child—my perfect little breeding witch.” 

With a growling grunt, the demon buried his cock into your cunt to the hilt, shoving the rest of his length into your body. A scream wrenched free from your lips at the sharp, searing pain of your body taking his entire cock deeper than was humanly possible, but the sting was soon replaced by pleasure beyond any you’d ever felt.

Your body went limp in your demon master’s arms, your head rolling back on your shoulders and your tongue lolling out of your mouth. It was like the demon’s cock had flipped a switch inside you and you were left completely mindless, only able to bask in the unimaginable bliss he delivered unto your body. Your mouth made soft babbling sounds, but otherwise you were nothing more than a boneless toy for the Winter Soldier to use for his own pleasure.

“That’s it, little witch,” the demon growled, pulling out until only the tip of his monstrous cock was still inside you. A gentle keening sound escaped your mouth and the creature chuckled. “Give me your submission and I’ll fuck you just like you’ve always dreamed—like you’re nothing more than my tight, warm cocksleeve.”

Another sharp cry fled your lips when he used his grip on your waist to pull you down onto his cock, filling you up all over again, making your body shudder with pleasure. You were distantly aware that his cock never should’ve fit all the way inside your pussy, but he was buried inside you to the hilt and it felt too good to question. The tingling throughout your body persisted and, if you had to guess, you suspected some kind of magic was at work allowing you to take the creature’s full length.

“Fuck, you feel so good, pet,” the Winter Soldier purred, using your body like a fleshlight as he worked you up and down his cock. “You were made to please me, and you’re doing so well—taking your master’s cock so fucking deep.” He groaned loudly, the sound so deep and delicious, it made your body clench with desire. “I can feel your womb, pet,” he rumbled, fucking you faster on his cock, driving your pleasure higher and higher. “Your cervix is sucking on my cock, begging for my seed, little witch.” His voice was little more than a growl as he fucked you furiously. “Do you want it? Do you want my demon seed inside your sweet little human womb?”

You couldn’t do anything but babble mindlessly, too far gone with pleasure as he fucked you, but you tried to nod your head to show that you wanted it. You wanted it so badly, to be filled with your demon master’s come, to carry his child, to give your body over to him and be his perfect breeding pet. 

The demon chuckled as you struggled to answer his questions, fucking you harder when he saw you nod your head. “Good pet,” he purred, his balls, big and heavy, slapping against your ass with every thrust. “It’s been so long since anyone’s summoned me, I’ve got plenty of come for you, little witch,” he rasped, his own desire evident in his voice. “I’ll fill you up until your womb is full and bloated with my come,” he promised, bouncing you furiously on his cock while you both groaned at the feeling. “And then I’ll keep you plugged with my cock so none can leak out.”

“Uh huh, uh huh, uh huh,” you mumbled, the closest thing you could get to real words. You wanted to show him how much you wanted what he was saying. It called to something deep in you that you’d never looked at very closely, but the thought of being bred by your demon was too good, and it only drove your pleasure higher, pushing you closer to your release. 

“Ready, little witch?” the Winter Soldier huffed, fucking you harder, rutting into you as he chased his release. You could feel his cock twitching inside you, and you shivered, nodding your head as quickly as you could. The demon grinned wickedly, his tail slipping between your thighs to rub your clit ruthlessly while he pounded into you. “Take my come, little witch, take your demon master’s seed deep in that tight little cunt, let me flood your womb.” He grunted, burying his cock deep inside you, his length throbbing as you felt him begin to release.

You came at the first spurt of his seed, your vision going black for a moment as overwhelming pleasure washed over you. Your whole body clenched tight as a piercing scream spilled from your mouth. You dug your nails into the demon’s biceps hard enough to nearly draw blood, your hips jerking and pressing down on his cock, rubbing against his tail on your clit, as you rode out your orgasm.

The Winter Soldier groaned like he was being tortured as you both writhed together, drawing out your orgasms while he flooded your pussy with his come. There was so much that your lower belly felt heavy with it and when you glanced down, you saw a bulge in your body that could only be from the amount of come the demon had pumped into you. Your pussy fluttered with another minor orgasm at the sight, and you let out a breathless moan. The demon grunted, thrusting into you shallowly, like he was making sure he’d milked every drop inside you.

After long moments of reveling in your pleasure together, the demon slumped, his arms wrapping around your lower body to hold you cradled against his chest. With a contented sigh, he turned until his back was to the wall and then slid down, holding you carefully so no part of your bared skin scraped against the rough stone of the wall or the floor. You relaxed against his massive chest, trying to catch your breath.

For a long time, you lay like that, your much smaller body sprawled across the expansive chest of the demon you’d summoned. His cock was softening inside you, but still filled you to the point of being nearly uncomfortable. You enjoyed the feeling of being connected to him, and you didn’t want to ever move. You were so content and sated, you let yourself dream about spending the rest of your life in your demon’s arms.

The Winter Soldier seemed happy as well. He purred beneath you, his hands and the tip of his tail stroking up and down your spine comfortingly. Occasionally, he dragged his claws over your skin in a way that made you shiver. He chuckled whenever you trembled, enjoying the way your body reflexively clenched down on his cock. Then his hands would go back to soothing over your body, groping your ass and hips possessively.

Slowly, you regained control of your limbs and your breathing evened out, but you stayed where you were, content to lay on the Winter Soldier as long as he’d allow. The tingling that you’d felt since the demon began leaking precum into your pussy began to ebb, and you felt something strange—something new—at the base of your spine and at your temples. You tensed with confusion, not sure what was happening to your body, and the demon grunted when your walls clenched down hard on his cock.

“Something wrong, little witch?” he rumbled in a soft, sleepy voice. You didn’t have a chance to truly appreciate the sweetness of the demon’s sleepy voice because the sensations in your body were so strange, they were making you worry for the first time since you’d entered the room beneath the abandoned church. 

“I feel weird,” you said, pushing yourself up and reaching behind you to touch your lower back, just before the rise of your ass. Your fingers connected with the base of a tail that hadn’t been there before and you gasped. “I have a tail,” you said in a quiet, wondrous tone. Turning to look over your shoulder, you ran your fingers along the new blood-red appendage, shivering at the sensation. The tail was sensitive even to your own touch and your stroking fingers had you quivering with need. 

The Winter Soldier’s own tail curled around your back and came to twine with yours, making you shudder and suck in a sharp breath, your nipples tightening into stiff peaks as renewed arousal flooded your pussy. The demon groaned, then caught your chin between his fingers, turning your face to him. “You really didn’t read the fine print before you summoned me, did you, little witch?” he asked, amusement in his tone. 

When his gaze flicked to your temples and he nodded in their direction, you reached up and inspected the other spots where you’d felt the tingling sensation. You found two small horns, only a couple inches long, protruding from your hairline and pointing toward the back of your head. “I have horns!” you exclaimed, a little bit of excitement in your tone at the new additions to your body. But then the Winter Soldier’s words finally sank in and you refocused on him, your brows furrowed in confusion. “Wait, what do you mean about the fine print?”

“You summoned a breeding demon, little witch,” he explained, gesturing to himself with one hand, an amused smirk on his lips. “Since humans aren’t meant to take a demon’s cock, our come changes your body to accomodate for our size,” he said, swatting your ass lightly and making you clench down on him again, highlighting just how big he was and how impossible it was that he’d buried the entirety of his cock inside you. He was getting hard inside you, his length thickening and stretching you to the point that you barely heard his next words. “And there can be certain side effects,” he finished, his tail stroking yours and making you moan shamelessly.

Your hips rocked on the Winter Soldier’s cock, and it took some effort to refocus on the conversation, worry seeping back into your chest as a thought occurred to you. “Is it permanent?” you asked in a shaky voice, wondering how on earth you were going to explain your new horns and tail to Natasha, let alone everyone else in your life.

The Winter Soldier leaned forward and pressed a kiss to your forehead, his lips brushing against the base of one of your little horns. “No, pet,” he murmured, a tinge of regret in his tone. “The summoning isn’t permanent, so neither are the side effects.”

“Oh,” you said, inexplicably disappointed by that revelation. However, you realized there might be another way your body could change from your coupling with the demon. “But what about your seed—if humans can’t normally take demons, can I get pregnant from you?”

The Winter Soldier grinned, pressing his hand down on the little bulge in your tummy where his come still filled your womb. You moaned, your mind going hazy with arousal, but you shook your head, giving him a sharp look and waving your hand in a circle to encourage him to explain. 

“No, little witch, my seed won’t really take in your womb,” he said, a smirk on his lips. He seemed to enjoy torturing you with pleasure just as much as he enjoyed your antics. “Not unless you complete the breeding spell.” 

Your eyes flicked to the ancient book on the lectern, wondering if you should try to find that spell. But then you shook the thought from your head, looking back to your demon. Amusement danced in his eyes, a deep hunger lingering beneath it that made you squirm on his cock. “What happens to you when the summoning spell ends—and how long does it last?” you asked, wondering how much more time you had with the Winter Soldier.

His hands came up to grip your hips, helping you grind on his cock while he answered your questions. “I’ll go back to where I came from—the underworld,” he said, a little sadness in the rasp of his voice. “But we have a few hours yet.” 

You whined unhappily at that, planting your hands on his abdomen as you rolled your hips, rocking on his hard length. He felt so good inside you that you never wanted him to leave. The knowledge that the spell would eventually end and he’d have to go back to the underworld filled you with a desperate anguish, compelling you to ride his cock faster.

“Haven’t had you fill of demon cock yet, little witch?” the demon teased, sitting up and tilting your face so he could press a searing kiss to your lips. When he pulled away, you were embarrassed to realize tears were slipping down your cheeks. Emotions were a tangle in your chest, making your heart and throat feel tight.

“I’ll never get enough of you, master,” you said softly, reaching up and cupping your demon’s face in your hands. You stared deeply into his eyes as you confessed, “I don’t want you to leave me.” Your words cut off as you choked back a sob, trying to swallow the sound and letting out a desperate little whimper instead. 

“Oh, my perfect little witch, I don’t want to leave you, either,” he cooed, pressing a sweet kiss to your lips before dragging them across your cheek and whispering an important secret into your ear. 

Your heart warmed at the Winter Soldier’s murmured words, feeling overcome with something that felt an awful lot like the first blooming glory of love. You knew it was preposterous, but it was how you felt, and you wouldn’t let your doubts ruin the moment.

When the demon had told you what you needed to know, he captured your lips in fierce kiss, both of you pouring your burgeoning emotions into the slide of your mouths and the stroking of your tongues. You knew you were playing with even more fire by falling in love with a demon, but you couldn’t find it in yourself to worry or fear for your wellbeing. Somehow, you knew you were safe giving your heart to the demon.

You knew, somewhere deep down inside you, that you were meant to be with the Winter Soldier. Everything that had happened that night—the calling you’d felt to the church and the book and the spell—it had all been leading you to him and you weren’t going to ignore fate when it was making itself so clearly known. So you gave yourself freely to him. His kiss felt like accepting your fate and when he finally pulled away, gazing into your eyes with endless affection written plainly across his face, you knew you’d never regret it. 

With a newfound intensity settling over the both of you, your demon settled back against the rough stone wall, letting you take control of your pleasure as you rode him the best you could. It was difficult because of how wide his hips were, but he seemed to enjoy watching you struggle. You huffed and moaned, rising up and sinking back down on his massive cock, your ass slapping against his thick thighs, but you whined when you couldn’t go fast enough, your strength nothing compared to the Winter Soldier’s. 

Finally, he gave in and helped you, lifting you up and lowering you down on his cock until you could do nothing but shatter apart with your release. He grunted and spilled inside you, dumping even more of his seed into your womb. Before either of you could fully recover, the Winter Soldier picked you up and bent you over on your hands and knees, rutting into you until you came again, milking even more come from his balls. He growled praises in your ear all the while.

By the time you had to bid farewell to your demon, you were so sore and full of come, you knew you’d be feeling him for days. Even still, the thought of saying goodbye to the Winter Soldier filled you with sadness, not wanting to go back to your world, but knowing you couldn’t go with him to the underworld—he’d told you humans couldn’t survive in the toxic realm.   

The demon helped you back into your torn clothes as best he could, pulling the shreds of your sweater around your shoulders to hide your nakedness as much as possible. Your tail poked out from beneath the hem of your sweater, stroking against the demon’s while he gave you one last lingering kiss. With a reassuring smile and a reminder of what he’d whispered in your ear, the Winter Soldier stepped back into the summoning circle and disappeared in a plume of smoke.

When you finally tugged the door to the room open, you found Natasha asleep against the wall beside it, the pale violet light of sunrise spilling into the basement of the abandoned church. You shook your friend awake and helped her to stand, the two of you making your way out of the church and back to her car. 

As you settled into your seats, Natasha looked over at you, taking in your appearance for the first time. Her sharp green gaze took in your shredded clothes, the grin clinging to the edges of your mouth and the ancient tome you clutched to your chest. Thankfully, the tail and horns had already disappeared. 

Natasha heaved a huge sigh, shaking her head at you even as a smile tugged at the corners of her lips. “I take it you had fun with the demon you summoned,” she said teasingly. You could tell from the warmth in her tone that she was genuinely happy for you, even if she was a little annoyed she’d had to wait so long for you. 

“It was,” you said, buckling your seatbelt over the book so it was strapped to your chest. You clung to it tightly, knowing it was the key to seeing your demon again. Natasha eyed the book out of the corner of her eye as she began driving away from the church.

“Are you going to summon him again?” she asked when you didn’t elaborate on your time with the demon.

“Yep,” you answered simply, grinning at your friend. 

She laughed good-naturedly. “I guess that demon dick is out of this world then,” she quipped, shaking her head a little before cutting her eyes to you. “D’you think he has a demon friend for me?” she asked jokingly as she turned onto the road that would lead you both home to your shared apartment. 

Stroking the leather-bound tome idly, you smiled and stared out the windshield, already crafting a plan for the next time you’d be able to see your demon again. “I don’t know, but I can ask if you really want,” you said distractedly, watching the sun crest the horizon as Halloween dawned over Natasha’s car.

A short silence filled the vehicle, both of you thinking hard about what you wanted for your futures. “Let me think about it,” Nat said after a while. You hummed in acknowledgement, creating a list of what you needed and what you planned to do to achieve the future you wanted with the Winter Soldier.

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One year later on the eve of the next Halloween, you stood in the basement of the home you’d purchased for this exact reason. In the months since you first summoned your demon, you’d repeated the spell as often as you could manage, having to return to the abandoned church to make use of the small room. The Winter Soldier would grin each time he’d see you, then proceed to fuck and defile you until you were both spent, before discussing your plans for your shared future.

While you’d enjoyed your nights with your demon, it was finally time for something more permanent. You’d spent the year practicing your witchcraft, reading through the book of spells, and using what the demon had told you that first night to craft a more permanent summoning spell. Excitement crackled through your nerves as you stood behind the lectern you’d taken from the church and set up in your basement beside the summoning circle you’d recreated.

When everything was ready, you started reading the latin of the spell you’d crafted from scratch, feeling the power of the magic flowing through you and swirling around the room with an unnatural wind. Smoke began to seep through your basement floor and, as you came to the conclusion of the spell, you used your demon’s true name—James Buchanan Barnes—to summon him one final time. The smoke filled the basement and then cleared, leaving your demon standing in the circle, a wide happy grin on his handsome face.

You abandoned the tome on the lectern and launched yourself into your demon’s arms. He caught you easily and lifted you off your feet, spinning you around in circles as you both laughed happily, the sounds filling your basement.

“Welcome home, Jamie,” you murmured into his neck. Your face was buried against his throat, inhaling the comforting and familiar scent of him.

“Thank you, little witch,” he whispered into the crown of your head, a rumbling purr sounding in his chest. As he stepped free of the summoning circle, your demon’s body began to change, shrinking and morphing into a more human-like appearance. 

You’d learned that demons possessed some shapeshifting magic, and Bucky had worked on strengthening his skill so he could pass for human for as long as he wanted. By the time he’d climbed the steps up from the basement, he was the same size as a tall human, his claws, horns, tail and blood-red skin having disappeared entirely. When you pulled back from your hug, he looked like a man—but he was still your Jamie. 

His sparkling gaze was your only warning before he swooped down and captured your lips in kiss. It turned heated quickly since both of you were excited to see the other. But before you got carried away and let Bucky fuck you on the floor of the kitchen, you insisted on giving him a tour of the house you’d bought for your life together. 

It turned out that Bucky had amassed a great deal of wealth in gold during his long life, and it had been more than enough for you to buy a cozy house. You hadn’t filled it with much beyond the essentials, and together you both talked excitedly about how you wanted to decorate your home.

Once you reached the second floor, you led him to an empty room down the hall from the master bedroom. You stood in the doorway, with Bucky behind you, his arms wrapped around your waist and his chin resting on the crown of your head while you rattled off all the ways you could use the room, like as an office or a library. 

“I think this would be the perfect room for our child, don’t you, little witch?” he asked once you’d finished, somehow knowing what you really wanted to use the room for, even as you’d skipped over it. Of course, Bucky knew. He always knew. 

You looked up over your shoulder at your demon from under your lashes, giving him a shy smile. “It would be a perfect bedroom for a child,” you agreed. Bucky squeezed you in his arms and stole a quick kiss.

He lingered with his nose brushing teasingly against yours, his breath ghosting over your lips. “Can’t wait to fill this house with our hellspawn, little witch,” he murmured, his voice low and sweet. 

In your chest, your heart raced excitedly, your slit going damp between your thighs. “Let’s start tonight, Jamie,” you said eagerly, rising up on your tiptoes to press a kiss to his lips. 

Bucky rumbled a pleased growl, then spun you in his arms and ducked to toss you easily over his shoulder. “You know I’m always more than happy to oblige you, little witch,” he rumbled, laughter in his voice. You squealed as he prowled down the hall to your bedroom, morphing back into his demon form. He threw you onto the massive king-size bed then made quick work of closing the blinds and blackout curtains, ensuring no nosy neighbors would be able to see you being fucked by Bucky in his true, monstrous form. 

You stripped off your clothes and lay on the bed, your thighs spread wide for your demon. Your hand trailed down between your legs, shoving three fingers into your sopping wet hole and getting a head start on preparing your tight pussy for his massive cock. No matter how many times you fucked your demon, you were still so tight it made both your heads spin when he pushed inside you.

Looming at the foot of the bed, Bucky grinned wickedly down at you, his glittering blue eyes raking over your naked body. He pumped his cock in one hand, climbing onto the bed and moving to cover your much smaller body. When he was close enough, you reached for his cock, collecting the first bead of his precum with your finger and bringing it to your mouth. You moaned as you felt the tingling begin, your demon’s come working its magic on your body.

“Jamie, please, I need you,” you whined when you’d pulled your fingers from your mouth. He chuckled, pushing your hand from between your thighs and replacing your fingers with three of his own. You whimpered at the stretch, your hips rising to meet the shallow thrusts of his hand.

“I’ll never get enough of this perfect cunt, little witch,” Jamie growled as he worked your pussy open as quickly as he could manage. He knew your body so well by that point that he knew exactly how to stretch you with his fingers and get you ready for his cock. It wasn’t long before you were writhing and begging for him, but he wouldn’t relent just yet. “Tell me who you belong to, tell me who owns your cunt, your heart, your soul,” he demanded in a rough growl.

“You, Jamie,” you cried obediently, but when he only pounded into you harder with his fingers, you knew what he really wanted. “I belong to James Buchanan Barnes—my heart, my soul, my cunt is yours, master!” The words flew from your lips easily because you knew they were absolutely true. 

Bucky hummed a pleased sound, removing his fingers from your cunt and pressing the tip of his cock to your dripping hole. “So good for me, little witch, the perfect pet—the perfect mate,” he praised, pushing his cock into you as fast as he could. You moaned and clung to his massive form, eyes rolling back in your head. He grinned down as he watched pleasure contort your face. 

“Jamie—master, please,” you cried, wanting more of his cock buried inside you. As he always did, Bucky obliged you, working his cock into your cunt until you felt like you were being split open by his thick length. When he was fully sheathed inside you, you both breathed a sigh of happy relief. “S’good, Jamie, s’good,” you slurred, your mind lost to the pleasure as you lay limply beneath Bucky, ready to be used as his perfect little toy.

“My little witch,” he rumbled, affection and love clear in his voice. You mewled as he pulled out of your tight channel, making him chuckle at your pathetic little sound. He shoved back inside, spearing you with his monstrous cock and wrenching a piercing cry from your lips. 

Bucky fucked you so perfectly you could cry at how fulfilled you felt. After a year of only seeing his sporadically, your feelings for him growing just as much as his did for you, it was wonderful to finally have him and know there was no limit on your time together. You were finally truly together and you were excited to make the most of it.

You and your demon settled into a rhythm, his cock pounding you perfectly, and you couldn’t wait for Bucky to fuck you through the night. You wanted him to fuck you until you passed out with exhaustion and then wake up to him fucking you until your belly was bloated with his come and you were sure his seed would take in your womb.

Brushing a kiss to your forehead, you could feel the smile on Bucky’s lips as he fucked you brutally into the bed, huffing a laugh as you whined and writhed beneath him so perfectly. In a teasing tone, he rumbled, “Aren’t you glad you read the latin?” 

That made you grin wildly, staring up at your demon with love in your eyes, seeing it reflected in his own blue gaze, and you nodded, the both of you smiling happily as you clung to your demon while he fucked you in the home you’d spend the rest of your lives in together. You knew it would be a home filled with love and laughter as your family grew to include more than the two of you. 

You could only laugh lightly, turning your phone to display the new photo brandishing your screen. The second Bucky saw it, his eyes widened almost imperceptibly as his face flushed ever so slightly. 

“I, uh- sorry,” he muttered, scratching the back of his neck. “I didn’t mean to, your phone is just - it’s different than mine.”

You couldn’t help but chuckle fondly, your chuckles growing into more laughter as you realized it was also your homescreen. “It’s okay, Buck,” you assured softly, laughing quietly as you changed the photos back to their precursors. “It could have been worse, at least it’s not an embarrassing photo or something.” 

You were too busy fixing his mistake to notice the glint that sparkled in his eyes, a smirk growing on his face as your words gave him the most incredible idea he’s had in a while. 

The second time Bucky changed your wallpaper, it was very much not an accident. You left him your phone so he could look at the photos you took on your latest trip, unpacking your bags as he split his attention between listening to your stories and scrolling through a seemingly endless array of new pictures - which he truthfully enjoyed, but he was on a secret mission for the perfect, nondescript one to choose. 

“Again, Buck?” you giggled, flopping on the bed beside him as you took your phone back. 

“What?” he asked, just innocent and clueless enough to not raise any flags. 

“You and your fat thumbs, I swear,” you mumbled under your breath, changing the photos back once more, completely oblivious to his proud little smirk.

It took three more times for you to suspect that Bucky had started doing it on purpose, but your suspicions weren’t proven correct until he took a photo of you to display.

“Did you- when- really?” you stammered as you looked between him and your phone, half annoyed and half impressed because when did he even take this photo? 

He only grinned in response, laughing about how long he was able to do it under the pretense of it being an accident before running away in a fit of giggles, dodging the pillow you threw after him.

From that moment on, it became a game for him. 

Any opportunity that presented itself, Bucky snatched your phone and changed your displays to the most embarrassing and ridiculous photos of yourself.

A sunset was changed to you mid-sneeze. Alpine was changed to you post-nap. You partying with the gang was changed to an extreme close up of your face in that very photo. Louisiana docks were changed to you mid rant as you yelled at him to give you your phone back. A cherry blossom was changed to you passed out on the couch, wrapped up in a hoodie you stole from him and drooling all over the sleeve of it. 

As time went on, you stopped being surprised whenever it happened, and you grew to enjoy it. It was a silly thing, but it was a silly thing that only you and Bucky shared. It was a special thing, a cherished thing. It was your favourite thing.

Neither of you realized how the dynamic between the two of you started morphing into something else right in front of your very eyes. It was slow. It was gradual and complex and delicate and went unnoticed for almost a whole year. 

It was only noticed now, as Bucky took the opportunity to grab your phone as you slept soundly against his chest. It had been a while since he was able to get a chance to do this, and so he eagerly unlocked your phone, already running through different ideas of what picture to use. 

He was caught off guard when the picture staring back at him was from a few weeks ago. It was the day you finally convinced him to let you drive his bike after months of endless asking. It was a photo neither of you knew Sam took until later that night, when he sent it to both of you. 

It was you, sat in front of him on the bike and wrapped up in his arms, one securely planted on either side of you as his hands rested on yours, guiding you through everything as you both gleefully laughed at the fact that you actually managed to convince him to do this. 

For once, Bucky didn’t have the heart to change it. 

He couldn’t.