All Damned Hallow's Eve Chapter 6
Summary: It’s All Hallow’s Eve, now known as Halloween, which means it’s Bucky and the rest of Satan’s hoard’s time to shine. It’s the one night of the year they’re allowed earthside, and the demons can feast freely on the souls of the damned that haven’t died yet. But the demons must return home by midnight or they will be stuck in the land of the living until the next Halloween. On his way back he gets distracted by a complicated soul that’s trying to save another, and when he intervenes, he doesn’t make it back to the veil in time. Now what?
Warnings: language, a little violence, death/death of soul, hell/demons/Satan/God/heaven/religious concepts, eventual smut
From then on Bucky kept Y/N filled and properly fucked as often as possible. Since she worked from home she was able to make her own hours and more often than not they would spend the days fucking until she had to be a human and eat, relieve herself, or sleep. Bucky could never get enough, not just because of how prominent her soul was in those vulnerable moments, but also because it was her. He loved the smell of her sweat and his cum permeating the bedroom, the way her hair would become a tangled mess by the time they were done, how she would more often than not cry because of how overwhelmed and fucked out she became. And he loved how much she wanted him, too. She would be the one to initiate sex most often, climbing atop his lap or getting on her knees and taking him in her mouth. He barely ever even wore clothes anymore with how much it happened, wanting no obstructions to her need and desire that he was happy to give.