𝐒𝐀𝐋𝐕𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍
synopsis: you want to summon the devil, but the devil wants to keep you.
pairing: bucky barnes (devil/hades/demon) x f!reader
word count: 2.1k
warnings: 18+ ONLY. soft!dark fic. blasphemy, innocence kink (non-virgin reader, though), devil worship, manipulation, coercion, unprotected sex, slight edging/orgasm denial, easily influenced reader, rituals, oral (f receiving), size kink, purity kink, power imbalance
notes: this isn’t biblically or mythically accurate don’t yell at me
The 5 candles illuminate your room as you’re sat on your knees in the middle of the pentagram, watching as the flames flicker and dance in a breeze that you feel crawl down your spine inch by inch.
Your heart thumps in your chest, swallowing thickly as that familiar voice echoes in your head.
This is a bad idea. He warned you. It’s not too late.
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.
“Welcome to hell, darling.” He murmurs, cupping your jaw. “Where you can scream as loud as you want, but no one will ever hear you. Not even God.”
