man eater

But it was. There was no turning back, you had no idea how in-deep you truly were. 

The flames stopping flickering as you twiddled your thumbs in your lap and tucked your bottom lip between your teeth. Your head snapped to the right when you heard a floorboard creak and groan. 

He’s here. 

Your stomach flipped and churned as you take a deep, shaky breath. The sweet smell of ambrosia surrounded you, along with something deeper and darker. Another creak of the floorboard, but you kept your eyes averted to the ground where you had made the circle. 

“Devil worship?” A smooth voice purred from behind you. “Didn’t they ever tell you how dangerous it is to make a deal with me?” 

His heavy black boots came into view first, your eyes following them up his long muscular legs before you stalled on his arms and hands. Rings decorated his right hand heavily, chunky and extravagant while his left bore the intricate gold designs you’d wished to study. 

Flashbacks of his hands all over your body made you shudder, goosebumps prickling your skin before you felt warm fingers under your chin. Your eyes met his dark ones, the smirk he always seemed to wear displayed on his face as you took another deep breath. 

“Hello, darling.” You were thankful for your position because you were certain that your legs would’ve buckled and given out from under you if you were standing. 

He was unable to stand at his full height, instead, having to bend at the waist as he leaned closer into you with his fingers still under your chin. No one ever warned you about how handsome and alluring the devil is. Or how good he would make you feel. 

The real danger was your unguarded heart. 

“What is a sweet thing like you practicing devil worship at an hour like this all alone? Don’t you know I’m a dangerous man?” He whispers, sharp canines on display as he runs his tongue over them. 

“I,” you splutter pathetically trying to find the words in that head of yours, but you just can’t. 

He chuckles deeply, dropping his fingers from your chin to rise to his daunting stature. It’s only now that you can appreciate the black button down shirt that’s been messed and mused with and slightly wrinkled. His hair has grown since the last time you’ve seen him, too, curling at the nape of his neck and around the edges of his forehead. 

“I couldn’t stop thinking of you.” You whisper meekly, eyes back on the floor. 

When he hears this he hums, walking a small lap around you before he’s back where he started. Then he’s on his knees in front of you, almost eye level and it’s intoxicating. His eyes are almost entirely consumed by darkness, his equally dark horns just barely showing through his hair. 

“I know you have,” he mock coos, mimicking your body language as you gape up at him with wide eyes. 

“You do?” You ask him incredulously. 

His fingers are on your thighs now, one warm but both heavy against your skin as your eyes have trouble focusing on anything other than how big they are against you. 

They’re playing with the hem of your sleep dress. It’s a flimsy thing that’s almost entirely see through and now you’re thinking that white wasn’t the best choice. The innocent juxtaposition against his dark clothing was almost poetic as his hands slid under the fabric causing you to mewl softly. 

“Of course I do. How could I forget something as sweet and innocent as you?” His voice is a low rumble in your ear, your eyes fluttering closed in hopes of trapping yourself in this moment. 

In an instant he manoeuvres you onto your back, so you’re splayed in the middle of the pentagram with him hovering over you like some sick and twist ritual. But that’s exactly what this is. It’s sick and twisted. 

“My days are now filled with thoughts of how I could ruin and corrupt you further.” He purrs lowly, nose skimming your thigh as he bunches it around your waist to reveal your equally white cotton panties. 

“Look at you,” he sounds utterly captivated by you. “Giving yourself over to the devil.” 

He’s opening your legs wider, settling between them and you’re entirely helpless. You couldn’t move even if you wanted to with his thick forearm pinning your hips down to the hardwood. 

“I’m going to devour you, darling. I want you screaming so loud that God himself hears exactly what I’m doing to you.” You whimper at his words, his hot breath fanning over your clothed core. 

“I want you to scream so loud angels fall.” He growls before your panties are ripped into God-knows how many pieces and he’s eating you out like he’s a starved man. Like he hasn’t had a drop of water in days. 

Like you’re his salvation. 

You scream, back bowing off the floor as he licks and sucks at all the right spots, never once giving you any sort of break. He’s desperate for your taste, his tongue all over you as you try to keep any sort of composure. 

When his fingers enter and curl deep inside of you, you think you’ve gone to heaven. But this isn’t heaven, it’s the closest you’ll ever get to hell and you have to tangle your fingers in his hair and brush against his horns to remind yourself of this fact. 

“Holy shit,” you groan. You’re about to see stars, your whole world fading away. 

“Oh my G—,” 

“Don’t you dare finish that sentence.” He barks, your eyes snapping open only to be met with a much more feral looking version of the man that came to you just minutes ago. 

His chest is heaving, his eyes are hungrier than ever, and his chin glistens with your arousal. That alone is almost enough to push you over the edge, but you whimper instead, not knowing what to say. 

“I-I’m so—,” you’re cut off once again, feeling his fingers slip into you. 

“Bucky,” he breathes. “Say my name.” 

Then he’s back between your legs, resuming the same pace from before and you let your head fall back with a thud as he works you closer and closer to your orgasm. You don’t care about the dull ache in your skull, or how hard you’re gripping his hair, because no one’s ever made you feel like this before. 

“Bucky,” it’s a prayer on your lips as you’re thrown into ecstasy so hard you lose the ability to breath for a minute. 

He doesn’t stop, not until he’s satisfied with the mess he’s made and subsequently cleaned up. You’re still dizzy when he crawls over you, hoisting your body up so you’re straddling him. 

The rough material of his jeans against your bare, sensitive pussy makes your jump, whining at the friction. You feel him gripping your cheeks before you’re prying your eyes open to look at him. 

“You are the sweetest fucking thing.” He says, awestruck before his lips are against yours. 

It’s nothing like how he was between your legs. He’s gentle, delivering long kisses before his tongue glides against your own and you can taste yourself on him. His hands are gripping your waist, bucking you against him so that every time you moan, he can slip his tongue deeper down your throat. 

“You’re going to take my cock like this, darling.” He growls, gripping your ass to bring you against his hard length that’s straining in his pants.

Your eyes widen in shock, remembering the size of him and remembering how deep he was when you were under him. Bucky must see this panic plain as day because he just chuckles, undoing his belt until it falls open. Then he works on his pants. 

“I-I can’t. Not like this. Y-You’ll, I mean, you won’t...fit.” You stutter out, watching him free himself. 

He’s heavy against your thigh and you reach for him. Bucky lets you, watching as you wrap your hand around his thick shaft and stroke him lightly. His head falls back, a soft groan leaving him as he does. 

“It’ll fit,” he’s breathless as you continue to stroke him. “I’ll make it fit, darling. You’re going to be so full of me tonight.” 

Your throat suddenly feels so dry, but you’ve already soaked his pants, too turned on to even be remotely embarrassed at the spot you’ve created. You do want him, you need him. 

“That’s it, darling,” he coos. This time, he wraps his hand over yours, using his as a mere guide as he slides his head between your slick folds. 

“You don’t wanna upset me now, do you?” He questions, cocking his head to the side as you shake your head vehemently, not even wanting to entertain the idea of that. 

He hums, “then be a good girl and sink down on me.” 

You shift, lining him up with your entrance with his assistance. Your knees are sore and in pain from the angle they’ve been on on the hardwood, but you don’t care. You slowly sink down on him, feeling the delicious stretch as you do so.

Bucky leans back, eyes glued to where you’re now connected as you sink down deeper and deeper. Your eyebrows are cinched inwards, furrowed as you whine at the slight burn. 

“That’s a good girl, don’t stop now, you’re doing so well for me.” His praise makes you feel warm and fuzzy, using his shoulders to tether yourself as you gasp at the fullness. 

It’s a different feeling than before, but suddenly, you can’t remember your name. 

“Fuck, baby. You’re taking all of me.” He groans, bunching your dress to reveal the small bulge he’s created in your tummy. 

Bucky presses against it while rocking you against him and you fall into him. You’re unable to contain the sounds that fall from your lips when he thrusts impossibly deep into you. His fingers are digging deep into your flesh as you move your body against him in the way that feels most right. 

Soft pants fall from your lips, mixed with whines and whimpers as a shudder rolls over your body. It’s a cold like no other, wrapping you up in its embrace as you open your eyes and see the large shadow behind Bucky. 

The shadow of his true form, growing in size as his eyes stay fixed on you. The sight should terrify you, but instead, it just sends another wave of arousal through you. 

Soaked thighs, kiss-bitten lips, and heavy eyes. 

You’re in another world. 

“You’re divine,” he whispers. “And I think...I want to keep you.” 

It sends another chill down your spine, his words now the only thing filling your head. You feel dizzy, intoxicated by something other-worldly and you never want this euphoric feeling to end. You want to be kept. 

You think he can read your mind because he smirks, chuckling as he moves a warm hand up and around your neck. You’re forced to look at him as he applies a gentle amount of pressure to the sides of your throat. 

“Who do you belong to?” He growls in time with the snap of his hips as your eyes roll to the back of your head. 

You gasp, your abdomen clenching, the coil tightening as he fucks upwards into you so deep you have no idea how you’ll recover. 

“Answer me, darling. Answer me or I won’t let this pretty little cunt come for the rest of eternity.” It’s a threat, one that you know he’ll deliver on. 

“Y-you,” you spit, voice hoarse and broken as tears start to fall down your cheek. 

The room shakes, the floor underneath you rumbling as Bucky begins to mutter a string of words that aren’t English. Ones that you can’t understand but it doesn’t matter because your orgasm hits you with such force that you feel like you’re energy is being drained from you. 

All 5 candles have been extinguished the moment you came, your heart still hammering in your chest as you open your eyes. Bucky’s eyes hold a sinister look to them, no longer pitch black, much more human now with his blue irises shining. 

“Where are you going?” Bucky asks, folding his arms over his chest.

His brows are furrowed tightly, a look of concern and confusion coating his face as he watches you apply your lipgloss in the mirror. The bathroom you both share isn’t nearly large enough to accommodate you both, so Bucky has no choice but to lean against the doorframe.

“A date,” you shrug casually, puckering your lip before dipping the wand back for another coat.

Your eyes meet Bucky’s through the mirror briefly as you try to focus on your makeup and not the hole he’s boring into the back of your head.

“With who?” The line of questioning doesn’t stop as you groan, closing the tube of gloss and chucking it into your small purse.

“Just a guy I met.” You’re keeping things as nondescript as possible because you know Bucky.

Your last date didn’t exactly go smoothly, but that wasn’t because of any you did. No, in fact, it was entirely Bucky’s fault and you continue to remind him of the fact.

Things were going great until you invited your last date back to your place, opening the door only to be greeted by a brooding Bucky who looked like he had murder on his mind.

And truthfully, who wouldn’t be afraid of a nearly 6’6 man built like a Greek God glaring at you like you’re his best victim. Safe to say your date didn’t stick around as soon as Bucky opened his mouth and explained all of the ways he could hurt your date if he fucked up in any way.

“Where are you going?” Bucky asked and you rolled your eyes as you scoffed.

“Bucky.” You tried to warn, “we’re just going to grab some dinner, okay?”

Nothing you said seemed to calm Bucky down, his jaw clenching before he forced himself to relax. He stepped out of the doorframe so you could exit, grabbing your heels before grabbing onto Bucky’s thick arm for balance as you put them on.

“I just don’t understand why you go on these dates, it’s not like these guys are good enough for you.” Bucky grumbles under his breath as he wraps his arm around your waist to offer more support as you slide the second heel on.

You chuckle, shaking your head, “maybe that’s because you scare off anyone who tries.”

Bucky just shrugs as if there’s nothing wrong with his behaviour. Despite being your roommate, he acts more like a protective father to you. No one is ever good enough for you, that he’s made clear.

“I’ll be back soon, don’t wait up for me.” You say, giving him a wild smile as his eyes blow wide.

You don’t linger, running out the door and closing it shut as you hear Bucky swearing on the other side—some of it not even English as you laugh to yourself before stepping into the elevator.

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What a total fucking bust of a date.

Bucky was going to love this at least. He won’t be a huge grump and maybe you’ll be able to talk him out of hunting this guy down. Although, you probably wouldn’t try so hard considering he was an absolute asshole.

The second you’re through your front door, the heels come off and you let out a groan of relief before chucking your keys and bag onto the small table by the entrance.

“So, was I right?” Bucky emerges from his bedroom wearing nothing but a loose, low hanging pair of sweatpants.

It takes you a moment to tear your eyes away from his broad chest, but you manage.

“Yes, fine. You’re right, no one is good enough for me.” You sigh, grabbing a glass of water before leaning against the counter.

Bucky mimics your position, folding his muscled arms over his chest. His prosthetic gleams lightly under the soft light of the city, but little else is illuminated in the apartment.

You let out another defeated sigh, “maybe there’s something wrong with me. I don’t know.”

Bucky’s eyebrows furrow at your words again as he takes a few steps towards you as you watch him, placing your glass on the counter behind you.

“That’s the stupidest thing I’ve heard come out of your mouth. And I’ve heard a lot of dumb shit come from those lips.” Bucky smirks, his words oddly putting you at ease.

“Yeah? Well then why can’t I ever get a man to stay?” You retort back, feeling that awful pit in your stomach you always get when you think about your love life.

Bucky moves closer and you think he’s going to stop when he’s right in front of you, but he doesn’t. Instead, he’s nearly pressed up against you as he cages you in with both of his hands on either side of you.

Your breath catches in your throat slightly at the proximity and the way Bucky’s scent washes over you. It’s so deep and rich you want it to stain your bedsheets, but he can’t even know that.

“Do you really want to know why, sweetheart?” He asks and you notice the way his voice has dropped an octave or two.

You swallow thickly, inhaling a shaky breath as you nod your head as your response. You know that your words would fail you right now, especially with the dark, hungry look in Bucky’s eyes.

He looks away for a second, taking a deep breath before his eyes are locked on yours. His tongue runs across his bottom lip and you think your heart might fail you at any moment.

“Because I’m a selfish bastard,” he says. “I drive every man away because I’m a selfish, jealous, arrogant asshole who can’t stand the thought of another man’s hands on your body.”

His confession sends a jolt through your body. The rawness of his words mixed with the raspiness of his voice as he’s just mere inches away is enough for you to feel lightheaded.

“It’s because I want to be the one who makes you laugh. Who’s there for you, who knows you better than anyone else, and who makes you come so fucking hard I ruin men completely for you. That all you’ll want is me.”

You gasp at his boldness, mouth forming a soft ‘oh’ shape. You’ve crossed some sort of boundary and you know there’s no going back now. You’ve fucked up this relationship.

Might as well ruin it some more.

“What else do you want to do to me?” Your question comes out meek and small, voice shaking, but Bucky smirks at your words.

He cocks his head to the side, nearly perfect teeth on display before he’s leaning into you so he can whisper into your ear.

“I’d rather show you, baby. I’m better with my hands than I am with my words.” He purrs, lips brushing your earlobe and his breath is hot against the skin of your neck.

You nearly whimper, knees almost buckling as you mutter a silent fuck under your breath without even realizing it.

“Would you like that, baby?” He asks, almost mockingly with a small pout as his eyes lock with yours again.

“Would you like me to show you all the ways I dream of touching you? About the things I think about when my hand is wrapped around my cock late at night?”

The heat between your legs is beyond extinguishable now unless Bucky gets his hands on you.

“Yes.” That three letter word is all Bucky needed to hear before his lips are on yours.

The kiss is hot and desperate, his hands trying to feel and touch every inch of you as you do the same to him. Sinking your crescent shaped nails into the freckled skin of his shoulder as you lose your breath over this man.

He’s pulling you off the counter, large hands splayed on your waist and hips as you both messily stumble through the dark apartment until you’re standing at the threshold of his door.

Bucky makes it look so small, but he looks like a wild animal with his dark eyes and heaving chest as he looks down on you like you’re his next meal.

“I want you on my bed so all you can smell is me while I’m buried deep inside of you,” he says, chest rumbling as he pulls you into the room.

There’s no need to close the door, but he does anyway. Shutting it with his foot while he hungrily kisses you again. And he’s all you can think about, your heart beating to the tune of his name.

It’s not romantic, there’s no candles or mood lighting. Bucky’s bed isn’t done and there’s a pair of boxers strewn on the floor you both manoeuvre around. Still, you wouldn’t change a thing as Bucky rips your clothing off one by one until they join his.

“You’re so goddamn beautiful,” he murmurs, dropping to his knees so he can wrap his lips around your nipples.

You moan when he sinks his teeth into them, grabbing his hair to keep him anchored to you.

“No man deserves you, but I’m going to do my best to prove my worth to you.” He says against your hot skin as he presses a hot trail of kisses down your stomach until he meets the line of your panties.

He looks up at you one last time, as if asking for permission before his hand in pushing you back onto the bed. His fingers hook into your panties, dragging them down before throwing them over his back.

Bucky’s hands spread your legs further as he leans in and your mind is dizzy and fuzzy when his hot breath fans over your core.

“Just relax, let me make you feel good, baby.” Bucky purrs in a cocky, confident tone as you let your head fall back onto the mattress.

His kisses are warm against your inner thighs and you’re squirming until Bucky delivers a soft bite that has you gasping and looking at him.

“If you can’t stay still I’ll have to tie you up, sweetheart.” He winks, nose nuzzling the top of your mound and you’re about to start begging.

Bucky delivers a long lick and you lock your legs tighter around his head. He takes his time, carefully mapping you out in his head and taking note of what makes your toes curl.

“Fuck,” you curse, grabbing onto his hair as he teases your entrance with a thick, cool finger.

He adds one, then another, and then he curls them and you swear you’re about to meet your maker because no one has ever figured you out this quickly. If ever.

“You’re so sweet, Christ, baby.” Bucky groans, “I’m already fucked addicted.”

You moan, feeling your orgasm quickly approaching as his continues his motions with his fingers and mouth in tandem together before you’re falling apart.

It hits you out of nowhere, back arching off the bed as Bucky keeps you anchored with a thick arm over your waist.

“Oh my God.” You pant, unable to get any other coherent thought out.

Bucky smirks, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand as he crawls over you until his lips are back on yours. He moans when you wrap your hand around his clothed cock, grinding it against you before he has to stop you.

“You keep doing that and I’ll come in my pants, baby girl.” He groans, almost in pain as he squeezes his eyes shut tightly.

You’re breathing just as hard as him, if not harder, as you watch this giant, huge, man coming apart all because of you.

“Bucky,” you say his name in a questioning tone.

He looks down at you, meeting your eyes and you know just how much he’s holding back. You know he wants to rip into you…and you want it too.

“Fuck me.” You whisper, barely audible as Bucky’s eyes flutter closed and he buries his head in the crook of your neck.

“You’re going to kill me, baby.” His words are muffled, “I never thought I’d hear those words from you.”

Bucky makes quick work of his pants, not wanting to waste any time before your eyes widen and you can’t tear them away from his cock.

“I-I, uh, Bucky I don’t think you’re going to fit.” You stutter, still in a trance.

He cocks his head, licking his lips as he grabs a condom from the bedside table. Your body moves for you, inching up the bed and getting comfortable against the pillows because you need to know how Bucky Barnes fucks.

“It’ll fit, sweetheart. We’ll make it fit.” He cooes as he finishes rolling on the condom and settling over you again.

You don’t doubt him either, watching him spurt lube over his length as he gently nudged your your legs apart.

“You look so good like this; spread out underneath me.” Bucky purrs, his nose tracing along your jawline as you feel him line up with your entrance.

You wrap your arms around his neck, beckoning him closer to you as he pushes in slowly.

“Shit,” Bucky groans as you gasp out a moan.

You’re both entirely consumed by each other as Bucky slowly pushes in, stretching you out inch by inch.

“You’re doing so good for me, baby.” Bucky whispers, kisses being peppered to your neck.

It’s not painful, but the stretch can definitely be felt as his hips rock against yours. When he’s fully seated, you can feel his hand cup your face as you manage to open your eyes.

“Feel that, baby? That’s it, so fucking deep inside of you.” You whine at his words, trying to lift your hips up and create some sort of friction.

Bucky takes mercy on you, circling his hips before pulling out and thrusting into you. It shakes the bed, the headboard rocking against the wall as the bed springs creak under your combined weight.

Nothing in this world is more important than this very moment and you hope it never ends.

You feel Bucky’s hand run down your sides before he’s placing it on your lower stomach. You’re confused at first, but when he adds pressure, it’s a whole new type of pleasure.

“That’s how deep I am, fuck, baby. And you’re taking all of me like the good girl you are.” Bucky praises as he continues to rock his hips against you.

You know he can feel you tighten around him, because he just slightly changes his angle until you’re crying out for him.

“I know, I know, sweetheart. Don’t hold back for me and come for me.”

Your legs tighten around his toned waist, holding him close to you as the coil snaps and pleasure fills you. You’re acutely aware of the way Bucky’s hips stutter before he stills completely inside of you, panting against your neck.