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Sweet Pumpkin FINAL Chapter 6

Summary: Bucky is struggling with the dating world and knows that if he ever hopes to have a serious relationship, that he needs to get through his touch deprivation issues. It’s not that he doesn’t want to touch people, or them to touch him, but after decades of pain he doesn’t know how to accept physical intimacy from others, or how to give it himself. He hires Y/N, an intimacy coach and professional cuddler, who comes highly recommended. Will his heart be able to distinguish between a service given versus real love?

Warnings: mentions of past violence and past sexual assault, language, physical intimacy, eventual smut

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On what would normally be Zemo’s appointment time Bucky and Y/N were finishing a late dinner when there was a rough knock on the door. Bucky stayed seated at the table as Y/N stood and walked to the door. Another loud knock came and she glanced at Bucky annoyedly before opening the door.

“Hello–Zemo?” she asked in shock.

“Hey beautiful,” Zemo said, pushing into the apartment. He hadn’t seen Bucky behind him at the table yet. Y/N gave Bucky a scared glance and Bucky gave her a gesture of a finger to his lips as he quietly stood and started to walk up behind Zemo silently. “You’ve got a lot of nerve, canceling my appointments over some meaningless touching,” he said angrily as he continued walking and making Y/N back up further into the apartment.

Y/N then stood her ground as her anger twisted her face into a scowl. “You broke the rules. You only have yourself to blame. Now please leave, before I call the police.”

“I don’t care about the police,” he sneered, his voice getting dangerously quiet. “Couldn’t get to me in Sokovia, they can’t get me here.”

Bucky came up behind Zemo and roughly pulled him away from Y/N, making Zemo yelp as he twisted them both away from her and pinned Zemo to the wall next to the front door with his metal hand around his neck. Zemo’s eyes widened when he seemed to recognize who Bucky was, his gaze flicking between Bucky’s face and the metal arm. “Я скажу это только один раз (I’m only going to say this once),” Bucky said, speaking in Russian. Zemo’s eyes widened even more. Bucky reveled in the fear he was instilling in him and leaned forward until they were only a few inches apart. “держись от нее подальше или я прикончу тебя (Stay away from her or I will end you),” he snarled.

Zemo frantically nodded, his hands clawing at Bucky’s hand around his neck. “I will, I’m sorry, I’m sorry!” he cried. “Please don’t–”

“Get out,” Bucky grunted, then opened the door and threw Zemo out. Zemo crumpled to the floor then scrambled to run back down the hallway and out the building as fast as he could. Bucky slammed the door once he was sure Zemo left and locked it, then turned to Y/N. She was staring wide-eyed and slack-jawed at him. “I’m sorry, pumpkin,” he said, lifting his hands up in surrender, afraid she would run from him. “Are you okay?”

Y/N blinked and quickly shook her head, meeting him halfway. “No, no no no no, Bucky,” she said, grabbing his hands. “I’m not scared of you,” she said reassuringly. Bucky sighed in relief. “I’m fine, I’m okay, because of you,” she said, her hands running up his arms and shoulders to his neck, her fingers scratching the back of his neck and into his hair. “I was just surprised to see the big bad super soldier in person, for once.” Bucky chuckled, wrapping his arms around her waist and rolling his eyes at her. “What did you say to him?” she asked.

“I told him to stay away or I’d end him,” he said simply, shrugging one of his shoulders.

Y/N’s eyes slightly widened. “You would kill for me?”

“Gladly,” Bucky said, leaning down and nuzzling her nose.

She smirked. “Not gonna lie, that was pretty hot,” she said.

“Oh really?” he teased, his grip tightening around her. Y/N nodded, her smirk growing wider. “You like it when I’m big and bad?” he asked, arching an eyebrow at her. Y/N nodded, a blush painting her cheeks. “When I’m rough?” he asked more quietly, his head tilting as he leaned down further, his nose moving along her face, making his lips skim across her skin. Y/N nodded, her eyelids fluttering at his actions. He suddenly picked her up and backed her up into the same wall he held Zemo against. His hips started grinding into her, making her gasp. They had never done this before. Every time they’d been together it had been soft, slow, intentional, gentle, but this was primal, rough, and hurried.

“Honey,” Y/N whined, one of her hands gripping the hair at the back of his head and the other reaching down to his metal hand. “Can I feel it, please?” she asked, pulling his metal hand up and resting it against her throat.

Bucky was already panting, but her trust in him, even with the most deadly part of himself, took his breath away. He nearly choked at her request, a deep groan in his chest coming out inadvertently. “Fuck, Y/N…you want me to choke you?” he asked, wanting to make sure she knew what she was asking. Y/N nodded, her hand squeezing his metal hand. Bucky swallowed harshly, then carefully wrapped his metal fingers around her throat. He paused, his eyes flickering from her throat to her eyes. She minutely nodded again, her hand in his hair moving to caress his cheek. He slowly started to squeeze, and Y/N gasped lightly. He continued to squeeze, a little harder, then a little harder, watching her face for any sign of discomfort.

Y/N’s eyes rolled and she whimpered, and Bucky felt something in his mind switch. He kissed her hard, releasing his hold on her throat for a moment before squeezing again as his tongue tasted her heavily. She responded the same, her hands gripping his shirt tightly and her hips slightly grinding down into him. He released her throat again and used his hands to hold her close as he pulled her from the wall and walked back to their bedroom. He never broke away from her as he dumped them both onto the bed. He started to dry hump her, desperately seeking friction to relieve how hard his cock was. Y/N whimpered again at his roughness, her legs hooking behind his hips and pulling him in.

“Holy shit, honey,” Y/N moaned as his lips left her mouth to lick and suck at her jaw and her neck. “This is…fuck��making me dizzy…”

Bucky slowed down, pulling up to look at her. “I’m sorry,” he huffed. “I got carried away.”

“No,” Y/N sighed, her arms staying wrapped behind him, keeping him close. “I like it, love it, I just haven’t had rough in a long time,” she said. She was still panting as she looked up at him. “You’re so overwhelming…in the best way.”

Bucky snorted. “Quite a compliment coming from the woman who makes me go crazy,” he said, leaning down and kissing the tip of her nose. “Walking around like this,” his hands slipped down to grab her ass firmly, giving her left cheek a quick slap that had her gasping, “with all this ass, these thighs, these tits,” he leaned down and buried his face into her sweater in between her breasts, thrashing his head back and forth, making her laugh. He looked up at her again, kissing her chin. “With this pretty face. I’m overwhelmed by you, pumpkin.”

Y/N smiled. “I’m okay, Buck. I wanna try with you.”

Bucky nodded. “Okay, but if it feels like too much, just tell me,” he said seriously. She nodded. “Even if I get carried away,” he said, raising his eyebrows at her. “Just tell me to stop and I’ll stop. Don’t be afraid to hurt my feelings.”

“Okay, okay,” Y/N nodded again. “I will.”

Bucky gave her a stern look and she laughed, nodding her head more emphatically. He smirked at her then dipped his head down back to her neck and continued what he was doing before. After kissing her for a while his hips started to move again, thrusting into her while still fully clothed. She shuddered under him, her hands slipping down to the bottom of his shirt and starting to pull it up. He quickly shrugged it off, then pulled all her clothes off as fast as possible before stripping the rest off of himself. He moved himself down the bed until his face was aligned with her pussy, and without warning dove into her with heavy, insistent licks and sucks that had her arching her back. Bucky hooked her legs over his shoulders, his hands holding her thighs still and close as he fucked her with his tongue, teasing her lower lips by making out with them then flicking her clit fast with the tip of his tongue. She was making incoherent noises, her head thrashing against the pillows and her hands shaking as she gripped the bed sheets, then her breasts, then his hair, over and over again. Within a few minutes she was cumming, a scream of his name on her lips and her hips bucking against his face.

“Good girl, pumpkin,” Bucky murmured as he licked up her cum. He suddenly gripped her tighter, pulling up so he was sitting on his knees and pulling her pussy up to his face, making her shriek as he hung her almost completely upside down. He continued eating her out while she moaned louder and louder, her hands gripping his arms that held her up. “One more, Y/N, you can give me one more,” he mumbled against her lower lips, then flicked her clit hard with his tongue. She stiffened and screamed again as her entire body trembled, her nails scratching his flesh forearm. When he was done he gently laid her back out straight on the bed. He laid down next to her, fisting his cock and pumping himself as he watched her come down from her high.

“Fuck,” Y/N breathed. She slowly pulled herself up and then shifted over his leg closest to her so that she was settled between his legs. She replaced his hand and started stroking his cock. “Let me make you feel good, honey,” she murmured, then leaned down and took the tip of his cock in her mouth.

Bucky gasped. Her mouth was so warm, wet, and the glide of her tongue along his shaft was a delicious drag that he never could get sick of. “Pumpkin…god…baby I–” he nearly choked as she took him as far down her throat as she could. Y/N hummed around his cock, the vibration making his hips tremble and his hands moved to pull her hair back and guide her by her jaw up and down on him. “You’re so good, you know that? Fucking hell…”

Y/N hummed again as he moved up and licked him heavily, her spit lubricating him as she kissed the tip. “You’re so yummy, honey,” she said, smiling up at him.

Bucky whimpered and pulled her up to straddle his lap. He sat up and kissed her deeply as she grinded on his cock. He kneaded her breasts, her sides, her stomach, her hips, her thighs, everywhere he could touch. His metal hand slipped between them and grasped his cock, running it along her slit. “Fuck me, pumpkin,” he said as he aimed himself up for her.

Y/N swiveled her hips until she was in a good position and sunk down onto his cock, both of them moaning at the feeling of him filling her up. She started rolling her hips over him, his hands on her hips guiding her and assisting in making the roll harder. He watched how her pussy enveloped him so perfectly, his brow furrowing in concentration so he didn’t cum too early. Y/N cupped his face and pulled him up to look at her. “Relax, honey,” she giggled, her finger running along the crease between his eyebrows. “I’ve got you, and you’ve got me.”

“I know, baby. I know, I’m just trying not to lose it too quickly,” Bucky smirked. “Wanna make it good for you.”

“You already are,” Y/N breathed, then moaned as he thrust up into her. “Oooh, but you can keep doing that!”

Bucky huffed a laugh, his feet planting on the bed and using the leverage at his core to thrust up into her. Y/N’s hands held onto his shoulders as her head fell back, her mouth agape as she kept rolling over him. Their panting breaths and the muted wet noise between their bodies filled the room as they tried to outdo each other, seeing who could make the other cum first. Y/N’s hand slid up to Bucky’s throat, squeezing just enough to make him gasp as her hips started to bob up and down on him fast.

“HOLY FUCK, okay,” Bucky cried out, his metal hand joining the hand on his throat and his flesh hand holding onto her ass. “Baby, pumpkin, I’m gonna…I can’t…shit!”

“I’m almost there, Buck. Cum for me, honey,” Y/N said, her voice hoarse with how much she had been moaning and gasping. “Cum Bucky, baby, cum!”

Bucky thrust up into her again then shouted as he came, his head wrenching back against the comforter, eyes shut tight and his fingers digging into her ass as she pounded down on him. Y/N shrieked as his hips snapped up, her nails making crescent dips in his chest and squeezing harder on his throat as he hit the perfect spot and she started cumming, her body convulsing above him. She nearly lost control as she kept cumming, longer than she normally did, her body falling to the side. Bucky quickly caught her and held her close as she shook, her hands cradling her pussy as she kept moaning and gasping. “Shit, pumpkin, it’s okay,” Bucky said worriedly, pushing her hair back as she started to calm down. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to literally fuck you crazy.”

Y/N was still shaking, but laughed at his words. “Magic dick I guess,” she joked.

Bucky laughed. “Big bad super soldier dick?”

Y/N snorted. “That must be it.”

They smiled and held each other. Bucky didn’t know what he did in this life to deserve it, but he was grateful that through all the pain and anguish, he could find love and happiness with his human embodiment of cozy, comfy acceptance. “I love you, Buck,” she whispered, tracing his facial features with her finger.

“I love you,” he whispered back, kissing her fingertip when it was close to his mouth, “my sweet pumpkin.”

THE END

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Lucifer (Hazbin Hotel) X Fem-Reader - Sinless Sinners - Chapter 6

Chapter 6 - Misery Loves Company

A/N – Okay, so for anyone who loves Stand-up comedy as much as I do, I highly recommend you watch Daniel Sloss’ tour, Dark. That’s his first tour, and it was where he coined the term Wanker-Anchor, which is used in this story.

Warnings – None.

Rating – M

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“Whoa,” Charlie said upon seeing you.

She had seen your Demonic form before, but it was a rarity and it usually meant that you weren’t doing well mentally.

“Are you okay?” She asked, sucking in air through her teeth, her voice pitching high, indicating that she already knew the answer but didn’t want to point out the obvious in case it upset you further.

“I’m fine,” You answered shortly.

“Really? Because you uh, well,” Charlie twisted her hands back and forth, “You uh, you look a little- I mean, hey, I think you’re beautiful inside and out but when you’re like this it usually means- It’s normally-”

“You’re fucked up,” Vaggie finished for her, getting straight to the point.

“I’m fine,” You insisted, using the words everyone used when they were decidedly not fine. “Where’s Angel Dust?”

“In his room,” Vaggie explained.

“What happened? He was doing so well.”

Charlie’s eyes welled up with tears and she threw her arms around you, sobbing out an explanation, “It was my fault. I asked him about his contract, and he told me not to worry, but I did worry, and then I wanted to make sure he’d be okay when me and Vaggie go to visit Heaven, but he said he didn’t need a babysitter, and then I got Husk involved and Husk told me not to fuck with things I don’t understand, and then Valentino came-”

“Wait, Valentino came here?!” You pulled Charlie off you so you could look her in the eyes.

“Well, not exactly, but he sent his crew here and told Angel they had to film and I said no, and-”

You left Charlie and ran to Angel’s room. Both Charlie and Vaggie followed you as you pelted through the corridors. No wonder Angel had relapsed. That piece of shit Valentino had used Angel’s contract against him. As part of the deal they had made, Angel had to do any work Valentino demanded of him, and that fucking scumbag had dared to invade the one place where Angel felt safe.

Knowing Charlie, she would have pointed out that Valentino couldn’t use her property and would have to wait for Angel at the studio, but that wouldn’t matter. Valentino would play by the rules; it wasn’t really about filming at the Hotel, it was all a matter of proving that Angel belonged to him and that there was no safe place he could hide away.

Besides, even if Valentino hadn’t gotten his way at the Hotel, he would take it out on Angel the next time he was in the studio. It was a lose-lose situation, something that Hell was always too eager to provide.

When you got to Angel’s room, you paused to compose yourself. It wouldn’t help if you sounded too desperate or concerned; Angel didn’t respond well to that. It would make him blame himself for making you worry, and then he would spiral further.

You knocked on the door, “Hey Angel, it’s us. Can we come in please?”

“Go away,” Angel’s heavy accent came through the door, marking him more as Anthony than Angel Dust, though you didn’t say anything about that; there were very few people who knew his real name, and he didn’t like to be reminded of it.

For better or worse, he was Angel Dust; that was who he needed to be to survive.

You glanced at Charlie and Vaggie, then tilted your head, indicating that they should leave. Charlie hesitated until Vaggie placed a hand on her shoulder, then after an affirming nod from you, she let Vaggie lead her away.

“Come on Angel,” You said when they were gone. “It’s just me. Let me in.”

“Piss off.”

You sighed, then sat outside the door, and began talking. You didn’t have a grand speech planned, only what was on your mind, and if Angel wasn’t going to let you in, then it became a matter of letting him know that he wasn’t alone and that you wouldn’t abandon him, though you would respect his space.

“I get it. Valentino fucked with you. He love-bombed you, and that didn’t fucking work because you’re stronger than he is and you’re not going to fall for his shitty manipulation tactics. Now, he’s sending his goons here. It’s all just another one of his games, Angel. Don’t let him win.”

There was no response. You stayed quiet for a minute then were struck with a thought; misery loves company.

“Hey, I also kind of feel like shit today, you know? I kept thinking about Hell and… a lot of things. I told Charlie’s dad how I died. That was fucked up.”

Again, there was no response, but you thought you heard Angel shuffle closer to the door. Until that evening, nobody had heard anything about your mortal life, and now you were talking about it for the second time.

“I was murdered for a snuff film. I still have nightmares about it.”

There was a bluntness to your tone. Although it hurt to state the memory aloud again, albeit in less detail, you decided not to put too much thought into it. If your death could help someone, well, there had to be some good in bringing it up.

You stared at the peeling red wallpaper across from you, just so you had something to focus on. “I’m terrified that one day, I’m gonna walk down the street and see the guys that killed me. Like, what do you even do in that situation? Call them out? They’re in Hell, that’s punishment enough, right? Will they find it funny to see me again? Find new ways to hurt me?”

I honestly don’t know what I want in this scenario. I don’t want them to die, ‘cos then they’ll be here, but if they live, they’ll do this to other people. Kidnap them, sell them to the highest bidder, film it for the black market. I dunno… I’ve been here for a year, and I keep thinking about that.”

The door opened and you fell back, looking up at Angel’s concerned face.

“That’s the most fucked up shit I’ve ever heard.”

He lifted you up, setting you right with two arms, while the other two brushed you off.

“So… this is you?” He asked, taking in your rag-doll appearance.

You laughed and imitated his voice, your Demonic abilities kicking in to mimic him perfectly, “I can be anything you want, bay-by.”

“That’s the hottest you’ve ever sounded.”

“Yeah, yeah,” You waved him off blasély. “Just let me in, okay? I can help.”

“So, uh, with the voice, and the-” Angel gestured at your new look, moving his hands in a circular motion, “Can you uh- Be other people?”

“I don’t know,” You said slowly, looking at your hands, “Never tried.”

You concentrated for a moment, trying to transform back to your original self. Usually, it was effortless. Yet, as you stared at the stitches that bound you together, you found it difficult to do more than revert to your original skin colour. Seeing that beneath the stitches was somehow worse, so you stopped trying to change, accepting that for now, you were a ragdoll.

You shrugged your shoulders, “Fuck it. I am what I am, and that’s all that I am.”

You caught sight of Angel’s precious pet pig. Scooping him up into your arms and cuddling him, you cooed in a baby voice, “Besides, you still love me, don’t you Fat Nuggets, yeeeees, precious baby.”

Sitting down on Angel’s bed, you looked up at your friend, deciding that it was better not to let the difficult conversation wait and fester.

“Soooo…” You scratched Fat Nuggets behind the ear, “Charlie told me that you relapsed. Wanna talk about it?”

Angel sighed and flopped back onto the bed so he was lying next to you, his legs planted on the floor.

He dragged two hands over his face, the other two lay despondently over his stomach.

“I- It was just such a shitty day, and Val sent those pricks here, not that they could fill any holes. Wrong kind of pricks, you know?” He half laughed, but it died when he realised the joke wasn’t funny in such a shitty situation.

Still, you smiled at him. When Angel was sad, he didn’t always need someone to sympathise with him. He needed to see that you weren’t going to change and start treating him differently. Sometimes that meant just listening, but other times it meant making the meanest jokes you could think of and laughing at how horrible everything was.

You were his Wanker-anchor, chaining him to reality by being a dick; Husk was the best at it, but seeing as he was nowhere to be found, Angel had you instead.

“Here,” Angel held up a small sealed bag, with his stash in it. So, he hadn’t relapsed after all. He’d just come very close.

“No thanks,” You joked, “I’m full from all the crack I had at breakfast.”

Angel got up and punched your arm, “You’re such an asshole.”

“Takes one to know one,” You took his stash, tucking it away in your pocket, then you stood up, leaving Fat Nuggets on the bed, and you offered Angel your hand. “Come on.”

“What-”

“You need a distraction. So, I challenge you, Angel Dust, teach me how to dance.”

“You’re fucking kiddin’, right?”

You shook your head. “You can dance, I can’t and I’m bored. So, come on, give me some lessons. It’ll be good to get moving.”

“When you fail, can I call you a retard?”

“Fuck no. You can’t say retard anymore, what the fuck is wrong with you. You can insult the shit outta me, but keep your terms acceptable, okay?”

Honestly, Angel had thought he was up to date on what insults and trash talk were deemed acceptable, but evidently, he was wrong.

“Alright, I’ll teach you to dance, but you gotta keep me updated on all the latest slang, and what’s changed up there,” He glanced up as if he could see Earth.

“I’ve been dead a year, bud. A lot can change in that time,” You said, thinking about all the ways you were probably outdated.

Angel grabbed his phone and turned up the tunes, “Sounds like a coward’s excuse to get outta teaching.”

And so it was that you and Angel started to dance. It was nothing like his work, or when he was forced to pimp himself out in clubs as a form of ‘networking.’ Instead, it was stupid, fun, and uncoordinated with you as his partner. Christ, he had never danced with someone so terrible. You let him lead, and together, the two of you laughed at each other’s expense and forgot all about the shitty things that had happened that day.

Up in his Radio Station, Alastor grinned sinisterly. He had heard you quite clearly as he went about his business in the Hotel. You were murdered? How delightful. Victims were so easy to manipulate. Furthermore, you were a ragdoll. Oh, how wonderfully he could exploit that power.

All it would take was an invitation of friendship, a desperate situation, and an offer of assistance. When Alastor had sent Husk away on an errand earlier, he hadn’t imagined it would turn out so wonderfully.

Now, there was a new piece on the chessboard, and Alastor was determined to capture you as his pawn.

Your soul would be his.

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