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Don’t Fear the Reaper

Pairing: Soft!Dark!Death!Bucky x F!Reader

Word Count: 5564

Summary: When you’ve reached your wits end with your husband, you decide to make a deal with Death to get rid of him.

Warning: public sex, mentions of death, mentions of domestic violence and bruises, manipulation, public nudity, dom/sub dynamics, rough actions, explicit language and sexual content.

A/N: I don’t have anything to say for myself about this one, it is purely a self indulgent piece and it was plaguing me, especially after I saw this picture at the bottom. I’m not sure the origin of it, so if anyone knows, please let me know so I can credit them. Thanks to @sweeterthanthis for fueling my thoughts as always and to @sweetkingdomstarlight-blog for looking this over for me❤️ All mistakes are still my own!

if you’re a minor, please DNI!

Please do not repost, publish or translate my work. Reblogs and comments are appreciated! Thank you for reading :)

Dividers by the lovely @firefly-graphics

The slip they given you to change into for your audience with Death, barely covered anything, the lace trim brushing against your mid-thigh. You rubbed your bare arms as you followed the buff guards down the dark hall way. Every direction you looked was pitch black, adding to the dread building in your stomach. A shiver crawled up your spine at the thought of what might be lurking beneath the darkness.

You were second guessing your decision to seek out Death. A bargain that you couldn’t come back from. How big of a sacrifice would he ask for? Would it be worth it? Yes . A 100% yes. You’d do anything not to go back to your husband and you knew this was the only way to truly be free.

The hallway opened to a cavernous room. A banquet full of food lined the right wall. The only light in the room came from the plethora of candles scattered around, some hanging from sconces on the wall, giving an eerie feel to the already creepy room. There were various creatures, some humanoid, others other worldly.

You curled into your self as several of them looked at you hungerly. What kind of feasting they wanted to do on you, was hard to decipher. You continued forward towards the huge dais at the center of the back wall. The monstrous throne sat there, appearing to be made of bones and melted metal. It was beautiful in a morbid way. But it wasn’t what truly caught your attention. The hooded figure sitting upon the throne was hard to tear your eyes away from. You couldn’t see his face, the shadow of the hood obscuring it, but you felt his eyes on you. A long nimble finger tapped the armrest in time with your steps as if to lure you closer. He shifted, crossing a long leather clad leg over the other. His body seemed to lean forward but maybe it was a trick of the light.

“Kneel.” The guard standing beside you commanded in a booming voice. You froze, not comprehending his words.

“W-what?“

“I said kneel,” He roared. A large hand slammed against your back, shoving you forward. It shocked you, knocking you off your feet before you could catch yourself. Pain radiated through your body as your palms slammed onto the hard dirt floors.

You stayed put for a moment, trying to focus on anything other than the way the little rocks dug into your knees. The guard grabbed your hair and yanked you up until you were sitting on your heels. Tears burned in your eyes, threatening to fall.

“Have some respect girl. Death doesn’t deem everyone worthy enough to appear before him, ” The guard hissed. You nodded, swallowing nervously. He released you and you placed your palms on your thighs, keeping your head down.

“Crawl to me.” The hypnotic, warm voice come from beneath the hood. Your body wanted to react before your brain even caught up. Not wanting to be punished, you began to crawl towards the massive throne, stopping only when his buckled boots were in your line of sight.

He lifted up his foot, the hard toe hooking beneath your chin, forcing you to look up. You could barely make out his face, but somehow you could feel his eyes boring into you, assessing you, seeing right into your soul. The dirt beneath your palm was the only thing keeping you grounded, digging your nails into the firm surface.

It was keeping you from panicking. This was the wrong thing to do. “Why are you here? What is it that you require of me, darling?” The voice that came from beneath the hood was velvety and smooth, wrapping around you like a snake snaring its prey. Another shiver ran up your spine, forcing his boot to push into your throat. “Speak or I’ll way get find another to it out of you.”

You fought to compose yourself, taking a deep breath "I would like to make a deal, "The tone of your voice barely above a whisper. Yet he heard you, giving a slight bob of his hood. "Stand up.” Unlike the command to kneel, this was softer yet so much deadlier. You scrambled up and stood with your hands clasped in front of you. “Good girl. You follow orders well.“ He reached his palm towards you as if asking you to grab it.

Not wanting to upset anyone further, you placed your clammy hand into his open palm. A rush of something ran over you, a tingling sensation racing up your arm. It made your thighs clench, the thrill of power coursing out of him, exciting you just as much as it frightened you.

He tugged you forward until you were forced to climb onto his lap. You were straddling, one of his thick thighs, the firm muscles pressing hard against your core. You feel the instinctive need to grind down, find some relief.

He pulled your arm around his neck, your other hand resting on his broad chest. His musky scent was so seductive and inviting, pulling you into a trance. Anything he asked, you wanted to comply. No matter who was watching. The room was full of people yet the only thing you could focus on was the entity before you.

“Please.” was the only word you formed. Death leaned forward, his hand coming up to cup your face, running his thumb over your bottom lip. In a slow motion, one that built your anticipation, he pulled his hood back. Your breath lodged in your throat and you wondered if he kept the hood on to hide his beauty.

His face looked like it was sculpted by a Renaissance artist. The hard, strong lines of his jaw, his perfect nose, his pink plush lips, his long hair sleekly swept back into a bun. Everything about him was perfection. However it wasn’t the main thing that drew you in, it was his eyes. Stormy grey-blue eyes, filled with such strong emotions brewing within.

You had leaned into him without realizing it, so close you could feel his breath fan your face.

“What do you want, angel?“ He said softly.

‘You’ was almost what you blurted out, managing biting your tongue at the last second. You drew a deep breath, sitting back to take space to think.

"My husband -” you started and he arched a perfect eyebrow, “- he’s not a good man.”

“I can see that,” He said, snapping his fingers and glancing down your body. For a moment you were going to ask what he meant when you felt the cold breeze on your bare skin and you realized you now sat naked on his lap. Shocked, you quickly covered your chest, and peered over your shoulder at the room full of people. Some were averting their eyes whereas others ravenously took in your backside.

A warm hand came to rest on the curve of your ass, fingers slowly trailing up the length up of your spine. “Don’t worry, none of them will touch what’s mine,” The last word lingered in the air between you.

“But my husband - “ Death placed a finger to your lips, silencing you.

“Is wishing he wasn’t alive right now. A slow death for a man who decided to mar such perfection.” His hand slid from your lips, lightly ghosting over the large bruise spanning down the left side of your ribs. “How often?”

Every day,” you hissed as your words caused him to dig his fingers into the bruise on your lower back. The sound of pain snapped him out of his anger and he released his hold. In slow precision, he leaned around you to look at your back. He let out a rough growl and snapped his fingers.

A man appeared beside the throne and you tightened your grip on your chest. Trying to keep some level of modesty “Steve, make sure that there’s some salve in my room. I want these bruises gone."

“Yes sir,” Steve said and disappeared with a loud pop. He turned his attention back to you, his

gaze tender for a moment before shutting down.

“I’ve given you what you want. Now how do you plan on returning the favor?“

You froze. It hadn’t crossed your mind that you’d have a choice in the matter, assuming he’d tell you what you now own. “What’s your usual fee?”

"My usual fee,” he said, gliding a finger on your collarbone, dipping downward. Your arms fell away willingly. His eyes darkening as your breasts bounced slightly, “My usual fee, darling, is a bit steep for you.”

You gulped, fearing for your life for the first time that evening. You chastised yourself for being so entranced by Death that you overlooked the dangers. "W- what? What are you saying?”

He leaned in close, lips hovering over yours, “I’m saying you’re mine now and you’re going spend eternity repaying me.”

Dread and excitement flood your body. There wasn’t anyone to tie you back to your old life, now that your husband was gone. Nothing to make you want to beg for your old life. But you were also afraid of what eternity entailed. You tried to swallow past the lump in your throat, “And what would I have to do?”

His hands cupped your breasts, kneading them softly as he pondered his response. A strand of hair fell into his face, free from the tight bun at the nape of his neck. You caught it between your fingers and tucked it behind his ear. He looked at your face, trying to pull a reaction out of you. A soft moan bubbled out of your lips as he toyed with your nipples, pinching them.

“I want to be you mine.”

“So I’ll be Death’s whore?“ you said, the crass words tasting sour on your tongue. He released your soft mounds, grabbing your waist instead. You were tugged closer, chest to chest with him. His hooded robe falling open to reveal his bare chest, light dusting of brown hair atop his pecs. Your eyes shut as your nipples brushed against them.

His nose brushed yours, eyes locked on you when you opened them again. He leaned in, kissing you softly. Melting into the kiss, your arms wrapped around his neck. It was invigorating, like something was coming alive within you. His groan vibrated through his chest, and he pulled back, sucking on your bottom lip, "No, you’ll be my Queen.”

His words made you feel a rush of warmth and safety. Something you hadn’t felt in a while

You grabbed his face and kissed him hard, shifting so your thighs bracketed his. He grabbed your ass, guiding you onto the hardness in his leather pants. The tight laces rubbed against your clit with each rock of your hips. He made sure to swallow every desperate sound you made as if he was savoring you. You slid your hands beneath his cloak, feeling the firm planes of his torso.

Your finger traced over his hardened nipples causing him to buck his hips. It was so easy to lose yourself in him, forgetting the fact that you were in a room full of people.

"Tastes like the forbidden fruit. So sweet.” he groaned, trying to press you closer. Meld you into him. His lips continued down your neck, nipping at your collarbones.

You arched your back, moaning loudly as Death bit your hard nipple. “Oh god, feels so good.”

He released you with a pop "Bucky,” he growled, “My name is Bucky. Don’t give my credit to the other guy."

"Bucky,” you whispered. He nodded smugly before returning his attention to your chest.

The desperate throbbing between your thighs was growing unbearable. You wanted him, craved him. Maybe he was using his magic to make you feel this way but you didn’t care. The urge to be filled steadily increasing with every brush of his lips on your heated skin. Your hands roamed his chest, eventually settling on his muscular shoulders. Your nails dug into the supple skin, needing to channel the overwhelming pleasure rushing through your body.

This was like nothing you’d felt before. It was almost like he was worshipping you. Bucky bit hard, on the top of your breast making you keen. Your head falling back, in ecstasy. The sound echoed in the grand hall but that didn’t matter. Nothing in this moment mattered but him.

"I’m going to leave you covered in marks. Ones made from pleasure. The only kind you’ll ever have again.” Bucky muttered into your skin. You grabbed his hair, pulling him up to look at you. His eyes swimming in pure lust so strong that if you were standing, it would have knocked you off your feet.

Warmth pooled in your abdomen and you were suddenly tired of being teased, of feeling empty. “Bucky, I need to feel you,” you whined. The remaining ring of color disappeared as his eyes turned black. Hunger and lust bleeding into his features.

“Then take me out, darling. Take what you want,” Bucky’s voice was gravely and rough, scratching down your skin like claws. Mechanically you obeyed almost in a trance, your hands dipping down to undo the laces of his pants. It wasn’t long before you watched as his length sprang out from the space where the laces opened.

It was bigger than anything you’d seen before. Thick, throbbing veins ran down the velvety shaft. The head, meaty and red. Small bump-like notches stood out in rows on all sides of the cock. Making the already exceptional girth even wider.

There was a nagging voice in your head that told you that it would never fit. That there would be no going back once you did this. None of it made sense and you didn’t have the need to push past the cloud of lust in your brain. Instead, you grabbed his cock, reveling in the throbbing warmth as you pumped a couple of times.

An animalistic need washed over you and you lifted up, hovering over him before you sank down in one quick motion, without a second thought. A long loud wail came out of you as you were stretched out to accommodate him. He felt almost bigger once inside you. Red alarms of pain blared in your head, overshadowed only by the need and the pleasure of having him inside you.

"Fuck,” Bucky groaned, "Doing so good for me. I’m so proud of how well you’re taking me. So fucking tight.

He was right, with his large width, he felt almost locked in you. It was like he was all the way in your stomach. You looked at him with wide eyes, scared “What’s wrong Baby? Did you get too greedy, too fast?”

You nodded, tears lining your eyes. You taste the pleasure looming so close to the edge but now you were too attuned to reality to try to reach it

Bucky’s grin was cocky as he lifted you up your hips. effortlessly before slamming you down on his cock. Repeating the motion until your juices were completely coating him. You let out a string of whispers with every movement, felting like you were being torn in two every time. The pain slowly morphed into pure uncut pleasure and you found yourself, rocking your hips.

His name was the only thing that made sense to you, and the only word you repeated, endlessly moaning it. The small bumps caressed spots you didn’t know existed, and with every nudge of your cervix, you swore you saw stars. Your head felt too heavy and you fell into him, burying it in the crook of his neck.

His teeth sank into your shoulder with a rough snap of his hips, truly blurring the line of pain and pleasure You were going to cum, the inevitable wash of it over your body was building up quickly. Bucky licked over the bite mark and kissed his way up your ear. “You close, baby? You want me to fill you up?”

You clenched down hard, head lifting up, body arching. "Yes! Fill me up please!” You screamed, almost delirious with pleasure. Bucky let out a dark chuckle. Grabbing the back of your head, he smashed his lips to yours. The sloppy kiss was all teeth and tongue. His hand slipped between your bodies, thumbs finding your clit. Pinching it hard. Your orgasm shattered through you, turning your vision white.

Your walls fluttered around him, tighter and tighter until he snapped. And your cunt began milking him for every drop of cum. You felt it shooting in you in long hot spurts. Seemingly endless. It was so much, you could feel it beginning to come out the sides of his cock, where he was still attached to you.

Heavily breathing, you burrowed into his hold, feeling his arms wrap around him. He stood up, his cock still nestled inside you, and he began to walk out of the cavernous hall.

“Shh baby, I got you,” He reassured as you hissed at the way the notches shagged at your opening with each step, “Can’t lose a single drop, I want to see you nice and round. Almost there.”

You were barely conscious by the time you made it to your destination. Slipping in and out as he laid you on the soft bed and tucked you in, cleaning you up a little before crawling beside you. Bucky tucked you into his side, a kiss on your temple and you felt the bargain fully snap into place

You were his.

“It’s a shame that I had to poison your husband to such a brink of insanity. I’m sorry he hurt you. But that had to be done, otherwise how else would you be mine?“

His words began to sink in the fear fueled your attempts to wiggle away. He tightened his hold, locking you in place "What did you do?” you cried.

"Only what needed to be done. ” he promised, “I wanted you and I’d have stopped at nothing to get you.”