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[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Nightlife 3

Warnings: dark elements to come. Proceed with caution.

Note: I know what you’re thinking, why the fuck are you doing this? Well, you wanted bouncer Lee and I did too. Also, short!reader, not sorry.

Raquel is hung over worse than ever. She can barely get off the couch as you hover anxiously. Watching her makes you wonder why people drink, it doesn’t seem very fun.

“Ugh, thanks,” she groans as you bring her a cup of coffee, “jeez, I can’t believe I don’t even remember last night.”

“Mm, yeah,” you put the cup on the small crate that acts as a table, “I’m glad you called me.”

She yawns before taking a long gulp of coffee. “I owe you! For getting me back here. I can’t believe you did that all alone.”

You nod and give a close-lipped smile. You don’t mention that it’s not the first time. That you’ve heard this all before. You like Raquel, she’s one of the only friends you’ve made at college, but you don’t like her habits. At least she didn’t bring anyone with her this time. You don’t mention that you did. Technically.

“I should study,” you excuse yourself, “got an early lecture tomorrow.”

“Hon, can you get me some advil first?” She touches her forehead dramatically and pouts, “please.”

“Yeah, sure.”

You retrieve the bottle of ibuprofen and leave it beside her coffee cup. She’s well enough to scroll through her insta and giggle to herself. You don’t know how she can’t be mortified. She’s forgotten a whole night and anything could’ve happened.

It almost did and it’s all your fault. You retreat to your room as the thought tugs at your nerves. That man was nice but you’re lucky he was. It was only after he left that you remembered the safety talk you got your first day on campus. The classic stranger danger narrative. 

You are so stupid! You let him come back here and didn’t even realise until after the discrepancy. You still can’t figure how he knew your address and doubt creeps up as you wonder if maybe you told him amid the chaos of Raquel’s black out.

You get your books out and perch up by your pillows. You don’t have much reading to do but you need the distraction. Ever since your first classes, you’ve felt behind. No matter how much you cram, you just feel like you’re missing something. The same could be said of most situations.

Your phone vibrates on your night table. You don’t check it right away as you reread the same paragraph. You hate psychology. Too bad it’s your whole major. You don’t know if you can handle it. Even if your father thinks it’s your best option.

Your phone goes off again, this time rattling consistently. Who would be calling? You don’t get phone calls, not even from home.

You stare at the private caller flashing on the screen before you find the courage to answer. You choke out a confused ‘hello’, readying yourself to politely decline whatever they’re selling.

“Hey, little darling, how are you doin’? Get lots of sleep?” The drawl seeps from the speaker like molasses. It’s him.

“Lee?”

“It’s me, sweetheart,” he confirms, “I was just callin’ to see if you’re free this afternoon. I got the night off and… I’m gonna be true, I can’t stop thinking about ya.”

“Oh,” your eyes round as you pick at the corner of a textbook, “I’m just studying…”

“Studying? Well, I could bring the ice cream to you, how ‘bout that?”

“Erm, no,” you peek over at the door. You don’t know if Raquel would be okay with that, not in her state. “I… does it have to be today?”

No. Why can’t you just say no? Not now is always easier.

“I s’pose not,” his disappointment is transparent, “I just figured… I don’t know when you got classes and I work most nights…”

You cup your cheek as it scalds. Suddenly you feel bad. For being suspicious of him. For thinking the worst. He doesn’t sound very harmful and he got Raquel back safe. You know you would’ve been lost in that club.

Meet in a public place. That’s what the campus police said. 

“Okay, um, I can meet you.”

“Nah, I’ll come pick you up,” he offers, his tone easing.

“I’ll meet you,” you insist, voice wobbling, “it’s fine.”

“Alright,” he relents, “you ever been to that play on Harding?”

💮

You tell Raquel you’re going to the library. In an effort to shield your lie, you bring your bookbag. You might just swing by after ice cream. It might help you actually digest the words that seem to bounce back off your brain.

You wear a pair of pale blue chambray pants with a striped yellow top. It’s nothing special but neither is this. You’re just paying back a favour.

You catch the bus down to Woodrow, a block from Harding and walk the rest of the way. The ice cream shop is on the corner marked by a painted wooden sign. Est. 1898. You wonder how they kept the ice cream cold then, but you’re no historian.

You hesitate just before you come into view of the windows. It’s a public place but he’s still a stranger. Even if you know his name, you don’t really know him.

“There ya are,” Lee’s voice carries across the street as he crosses, “good timin’.”

“Oh, hi,” you clasp tight the strap of your bag, “I…”

“Was just finding a spot,” he explains as he steps onto the curb. 

He’s taller than you remember. You think. Your memory is skewed with flashing lights and adrenaline. The gray woven into his brown hair is more obvious as well and there’s a shadow of stubble along his jaw. His stomach bulges beneath his open leather jacket but you won’t begrudge him a few extra pounds. 

“Yeah, uh,” you rub your neck, “I… took the bus.”

“I told ya, I would given ya a ride,” he chides.

“Sorry,” you avert your eyes guiltily. “I didn’t want to bother–”

“Ain’t no bother,” he strides to the door and pulls it open, “so, you got a flavour in mind, blossom?”

You don’t move right away. You have to unstick your feet from the pavement, reluctance making you stiff and shaky. It’s alright, there’s people around, he can’t do anything. Besides, he’s nice, isn’t he? You’re just having ice cream.

You precede him inside as the door jingles behind him. You go up to the counter and focus on the many flavours listed on hand-written cards beneath the glass. He comes up beside you, looming over you, his leather sleeve almost brushing yours.

“Hi, how can I help you today?” The young girl behind the counter chimes.

“Ladies first,” Lee insists.

You flick your eyes up and blink. You clear your throat, “can I, uh, try the black cherry, please?”

“Sure, how many scoops?”

“Just one. Erm, can I get a bowl?”

“Sure thing, and you sir?”

Lee orders the strawberry cheesecake flavour in a waffle bowl. You almost regret not getting anything fancier but you’ve always gone for simple things. You don’t like a fuss.

You swing your bag around as you get to the till but Lee is quick to offer a twenty to the cashier. “Put it away, blossom,” he orders, “it’s on me.”

He drops some change in the tip cup before tucking the rest away. He takes your order from the ledge and leads you to the small booth in the corner. You slide onto the teal cushion as he sets down your black cherry.

“I woulda guessed different,” he muses as he cracks his waffle bowl with his spoon, “black cherry. My daddy only ever got that.”

“Oh, uh, I like it,” you scrape away the ice cream with the plastic cutlery.

“Nothin’ wrong with it but a sweet girl like you, woulda guessed… strawberry? That’s classic. Or butterscotch. That’s my favourite.”

“Mhmm,” you don’t know what to say. That’s not unusual. Awkward silences are your only skill.

You scoop up a mouthful and shove the spoon through your lips. You take several bites as you wilt in the tension and you look up as he hums. He watches you intently, his eyes on your mouth as you drag it slowly between your lips.

He catches himself and sits back. He pushes his shoulders wide and gives a grin, spinning his spoon between his large fingers.

“So, you in school?” He asks, “whatcha takin’?”

You sniff and poke at the melting scoops, “psych.”

“Psychology. Wow, that’s something. You must be a smart girl, huh?”

“I… I try,” you shrug, “I don’t know. It’s a lot of work.”

“Sure is. I skipped all that. Did a stint in the marines some time back and when I got out, well, ain’t much out there for a man like me.”

You nod as you search for anything to say. You don’t like talking about yourself. Besides, he really doesn’t need to know that much.

“You like working down there? At the, um, club or whatever?”

“Not bad. Free drinks,” he chuckles and eases back against the seat, stretching his arm towards you as he drapes it over the back, “I get to help sweet things like yourself.”

You can’t help a bashful smile. You look down at your bowl and take another cautious bite of ice cream. You still feel out of place and you’re sure if someone saw you, they would think the same. You peek up at him, his gaze constant, and you can’t help but wonder how old he is. Surely too old for this to be anything but friendly.

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Nightlife 2

Warnings: dark elements to come. Proceed with caution.

Note: I know what you’re thinking, why the fuck are you doing this? Well, you wanted bouncer Lee and I did too. Also, short!reader, not sorry.

Feedback is always welcome. Love you and thanks for reading and any thoughts you have.♥♥♥♥

Lee has Raquel on his arm as you’re on her other side. He nods at the other bouncer as you emerge into the night chill. The man is even bigger than the one helping you, with a dark trim of hair along his lip.

You follow Lee to a dark car parked around the side of the building in an employee spot. He gets Raquel into the front seat and buckles her in. You watch as he lifts her head and tries to peel back her eyelids to check her pupils. He sighs.

“You young ones like your sambuca,” he shakes his head as he stands straight and shuts the door gently, careful that she’s full inside. “Most of ya.”

As he looks at you, you bounce on your toes and give a sheepish smile. “Thank you, sir,” you squeak, ears still buzzing from the blast of music in the club, “um, er…”

“Y’okay, sweetheart?” He asks, “you good in the back seat? You don’t get car sick or nothing?”

“No, sir, um,” you play with the loose hem of your blouse, “um, do you still have my phone?”

“Ah, shoot,” he pats his pants pockets, “I knew I was forgettin’ something.” He searches, feeling around and finally his deep blues eyes spark. He smirks crookedly and reaches into his chest pocket, “sorry ‘bout that, sweet thing.”

He hands it back and you accept it with a quiet thank you. He puts his hand on the roof of the car and stares at you. What do you do next?

“I didn’t get your name, sweetheart.”

“Oh!” You open your eyes wide, “yeah, uh…”

You give your name as he listens intently. He repeats it back to you, as if feeling it on his tongue. “I get that right?”

“Yeah,” you confirm, “er, should we…”

You peek through the window at Raquel and he shifts to look over his shoulder. He nods and pivots.

“Yeah, you’re right. Sooner your friend lays down, sooner she’ll sober up.”

He strides around the front of the car and you get in the back seat. You clutch your phone tightly and check the time. It’s late! You don’t stay up very much, even on weekends.

The car dips beneath his weight and he settles in, turning the engine as he checks the mirror. He grips the shifter and pauses, glancing back at you through the shadows.

“All buckled up, sweetheart?”

“Yes, sir,” you answer.

“You know, I’m no sir, you don’t needa do all that,” he chuckles as he slowly leans on the gas.

“I’m sorry, s– Lee,” you correct yourself.

“It’s fine. No reason to be sorry,” he coaxes as he turns out of the lot, “how about some music? You like music?”

He flicks on the radio as he keeps one hand on the wheel. Bruce Springsteen flows from the speakers but he’s quick to change the station. He pushes buttons until he lands on the poppy tones of the latest top ten.

“Ah, I know this one,” he says proudly, “don’t mind it much at all. You like it?”

You listen but don’t recognize the song. You’re a bit lame, not knowing the names of whatever new hits Raquel plays on her bluetooth.

Can you kiss me more? We're so young, boy We ain't got nothin' to lose, oh, oh It's just principle Baby, hold me 'Cause I like the way you groove, oh, oh

It’s not bad. You like the rhythm of it. It’s upbeat and happy, if not a bit explicit. You don’t think it’s really his taste but you suspect he’s just trying to be nice.

“Yeah, it’s fun,” you finally say something.

He bops his head slightly as you look out the window. Your eyes flick up the mirror on the passenger side door and you watch Raquel slowly slump against the interior. You really hope she’s okay. She comes home drunk but you’ve never seen her like this.

The ride is quicker than an uber, maybe because the traffic has died down. He pulls in behind your building and you get out before he can. He comes around and opens the door. You can only stand by as he undoes the seatbelt and takes her out of the passenger seat.

“Show me the way,” he says as he turns to you, closing the door with his elbow.

“Oh, yeah,” you scramble for your keys and turn to lead him.

He trails you and waits just at your shoulder as you unlock the front door. You hold it open for him. He steps inside and stops, peering around with a sense of cluelessness. He lets you sidle around him toward the stairs.

He follows you up several flights to your floor. You feel bad. He’s carried her all this way. He even drove you home. It is a bit much and more than you deserve. You really don’t know if you could’ve got Raquel back on your own.

You open the door to your shared dorm and let him through once more. You point him to the couch and go to place a pillow by the armrest before he sets her down. He lays her over the cushions carefully. Despite his appearance, he’s been very nice. To both of you. He turns her onto her stomach and angles her head outward.

“You’ll wanna keep her on her belly case she needs to spit up some of that alcohol,” he says, “might wanna get something for that.”

“Sure, uh, thanks,” you wring your hands as you stand awkwardly by the end of the couch, “I appreciate it. I… I’m sorry. I don’t know how she got like that.”

“I’ve seen worse. You know, not many friends I know would come all the way down to help like that? I got girls left in the bathroom with their heads in the toilet. Pretty sad world, huh?”

“Oh, wow,” you eke out, “that’s… terrible.”

“Yeah, I do my best to help ‘em but can only do so much, you know? I’m glad I could help ya out. You walked up looking so lost… gotta be honest, it was cute. Little darling like you with your pretty flowers.”

You look down at your blouse. You could laugh at yourself. You probably did look like a dweeb waiting in line.

“Uh, yeah, well, I… really appreciate all this. I, er, wish there was a way I could repay you. Um, I could… give ya some money for gas, I might have a ten–”

As you grab at your purse he snorts and waves you off, “don’t do all that. It’s just fine, sweetheart. You take care of your friend. And yourself. Alright?”

“Erm, yeah, I can do that,” you squeeze your purse as you look up at him.

“Y’all have a good night and don’t forget to lock your door,” he tucks his hands in his pockets and slowly turns on his heel. 

You watch him cross back to the door and he pauses. He seems lost in thought as he bows his head and angles just slightly so you can see his profile. He raises his chin and peeks over at you.

“If ya really wanna make it up to me, I… I’d love to take ya for some ice cream. One day? You like ice cream?”

“Ice cream?” You wonder, “uhhhhh, I like ice cream, yeah.”

“Alright,” he accepts with a grin, “I put my number in your phone if ya wanna let me know when you’re free.”

“Oh, you did?”

He rubs his neck and chuckles, “hopeful thinking. But uh, yeah, it’s there.”

“Uh, thanks,” you’re not sure what to say, “I– good night.”

“Yeah, yeah, have a good one.”

He faces the door again and pulls it open. He lets himself out and you quickly skirt over to turn the latch, just like he bid. As your hand lingers on the lock, you can’t help but wonder how he knew where you live. He never asked.

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Nightlife 1

Warnings: dark elements to come. Proceed with caution.

Note: I know what you’re thinking, why the fuck are you doing this? Well, you wanted bouncer Lee and I did too. Also, short!reader, not sorry.

Feedback is always welcome. Love you and thanks for reading and any thoughts you have.♥♥♥♥

You move with the line of shorts skirts and overpowering cologne. You nervously fidget with your ID, getting closer and closer to the front. The music pumps from inside as loud voices chatter and add to cacophony all around. The lights flashing through the door hold a promise of chaos within.

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I feel it turning into addiction - Part 5

Dark!Biker!bucky x Reader au 

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Summary: He was too old for this. Crushing on his next door neighbour? Unbelievable. He should leave the poor girl alone. But fuck, he couldn’t. Could he? After all, you were so sweet, and gentle, and kind, and always baked things in the middle of the night and left boxes and baskets filled with sweet-smelling treats at his doorstep for him to find almost each morning. And what did he do in return? He imagined all the sinful ways he could make you whine and whimper for him. He was bad for you, he knew that. People called him all sorts of things: criminal, gang leader, outlaw. Bucky Barnes was bad news. But did that stop him? No. You being so forbidden just solidified his addiction. Bucky Barnes never claimed to be a good man, so he’d do whatever it takes to get whatever he wanted. And all he wanted was you. 

Themes throughout the series: somnophilia, dub con, dark!bucky, age gap, smut, explicit language, biker!bucky, younger!reader, loss of virginity, mild daddy kink, mentions of stalking, voyeurism

a/n: well, this is gonna be the final part of this series! Thank you for loving my deranged bucky as much as I do <3 see you next time!! 

A tracker. 

Fuck, it felt like a huge weight had been placed on your chest. Why would he do this? You thought, as you walked out of the vet clinic with your dog in your arms. Now what? Go home? Face him and ask him what the hell this meant? 

No. You couldn’t, not yet. 

You didn’t even want to go home. You needed to think. You never noticed the tracker. What else had you unknowingly ignored? 

You left your puppy with a trusted friend and just drove around aimlessly until the sunset. 

— 

Walking into your home after spending the entire afternoon overthinking felt weird. It was dark inside, not even the front porch lights were on. You couldn’t even bear to look over at Bucky’s house. Something in you didn’t want to face the truth just yet. 

Were you truly that blind? That you ignored every red flag? 

Surely the tracker on your pup wasn’t the only way he was keeping his eyes on you. There must be more. Then you remembered Bucky had said he’d have a guy over to install some security cameras. 

Oh gods. Did he– 

You barely even finished that thought. You grabbed your phone and opened the camera app. If there were hidden cameras, maybe you’d be able to find the blinking infrared lights. Right? You had heard about this trick somewhere – you didn’t remember where – but you wondered if it actually worked. 

Unfortunately, it did. 

The amount of blinking you spotted on your phone screen as you walked around your house in the dark was baffling. 

The ones in your bedroom baffled you the most. “Fuck.” You whispered, under your breath. “Why, Bucky?” 

“I can explain, baby.” 

You froze in place. The voice came from behind you in the dark. He was here. He’d been in here this whole time? Guess that shouldn’t have surprised you as much as it did. 

“Leave.” You whispered, not turning around. 

“Not until you listen to me, angel. Please.” 

“Bucky. I’m gonna call the cops.” 

He scoffed. “You would’ve called them already by now if you truly wanted to.” You heard his footsteps getting closer. “You had the whole afternoon to do that. Why didn’t you?” You felt his chest pressing against your back. “What did I do that was so bad, huh? I just want my girl safe. That’s it.” 

“Buck.” You sighed. “This isn’t normal.” 

“No. It's not.” He agreed, nuzzling your neck. The cold tip of his nose rubbing along your skin. You didn’t pull away either. “Nothing about me is normal. My job, my friends, the rumours about me, none of those are normal. But you knew that, didn’t you? You knew what you were getting into when you got with me. The danger, the secrets I keep, the darkness around me, the illegal shit, the chaos, it pulled you right in. So why does this bother you?” 

His arm slid around your waist, keeping you close to him. 

“Because it’s wrong. Cameras? Trackers? It’s a complete invasion of privacy, and—,” 

He cut you off with another scoff. “Oh please. Invasion of privacy.” He mocked. “How else was I supposed to know how often you dream of me, hmm? How else would I know that most mornings when I’m not around you wake up and touch yourself while moaning my name? You love to start your day thinking about me, don’t you, baby?” 

You gasped in surprise. Of course he watched everything. “You had eyes on me all the time.” You murmured. “That’s insane, Buck. Insane.” 

“And?” He argued. “You like it. It’s still me, baby. It’s just me.” 

“Bucky. This is not okay.” You were losing that desire to fight. How could you when he was so close? His hands all over you. His mouth leaving soft kisses all over your neck… you were weak in the knees already. So you gently pulled away. “You need to go. I– I have to think.” 

He didn’t like that. 

“You need to think?” His voice was dangerously calm. “Think about what? Isn’t that what you did just now? Driving around all afternoon?” 

You turned around then. Even in the darkness you could feel his eyes on you. “Why did you do this? Couldn’t you just trust me? What’s the meaning of this?” 

“Of course I trust you!” He grabbed you by the waist again. “Baby, I just worry about you. Okay?” His hands came up to cup your face. With the little light coming from the windows, you could see some of his features. “I’m your man, and I worry at times. What’s so wrong about that? I didn’t mean to freak you out.” 

“Bucky, this isn’t– it’s not–,” You sighed again. “Look, maybe we both need to think about this. Okay? Maybe we need some time apart, and then we’ll–,” 

“Time apart?” He cut you off, in complete disbelief. “What do you… what do you mean time apart? You want to leave me?” 

Did you? No. “Maybe it might help. This isn’t healthy, right Buck? Normal people don’t act like this.” 

He chuckled. “There you go again. Normal people.” He said it like it was physically hurting him. “Well I don’t think we need a break. Alright, just let me fix this. The cameras freak you out? Alright I’ll have them removed.” 

You pulled away again. “It’s not just the cameras. I–,” You were at a loss for words. 

“Look at me, baby. Please. Come on.” He grabbed you by the chin gently. “It’s not like anyone else had access to you at all times, it was just me. Only me. I just wanted to know my girl was safe at all times.” 

“You’re crazy.” You whispered. 

“Oh you think?” He scoffed. Then he leaned in, his nose brushing against yours as he whispered in a voice so low it was both terrifying and intoxicating, “You haven’t seen crazy yet, baby. You know what’s crazy? What I did to all the men who even dared to look at you whenever we were out together. What’s crazy is what I did to all those fuckers who used to flirt with you at work. What’s crazy is what I wouldn’t hesitate to do if anyone else ever touched you.” He spoke in a determined tone. Like he’d thought about all this before. “You wanna leave me? Fine. Go ahead. But I’m gonna follow you wherever you go. I’m always gonna be right behind you. And you’re never getting rid of me. And god forbid you even try to find another man.” He chuckled, humourlessly. “I’ll show you crazy then, babygirl.” 

“Please.” Was all you could murmur, gasping for air. 

“What? That turned you on, huh?” 

“Stop it.” 

He chuckled again, back to himself again. “Oh come on, baby. I know my girl. I know what gets her all nice and wet for me. Me being all mean and scary does it for you, doesn’t it?” He sounded so cocky. “I know it does, baby. I know.” 

You were quiet while Bucky grabbed you by the waist again and pushed you towards your bed. 

“Just let me take care of you, okay? You’re safe with me, baby. I’ll never hurt you.” He promised, whispering as he laid you down and hovered above you in the dark. “But don’t you ever fucking think about leaving me, you hear me?” 

The little light available allowed you to see his silhouette. Broad and muscular. His body was so familiar now. His build, his weight. You couldn’t help but reach out and touch his face. He leaned into your touch. 

“I… you scared me.” You confessed. 

“Won’t happen again.” He vowed, then immediately leaned in to kiss you. Gently at first, then he got greedy, consuming you with his kiss. He didn’t care that you were breathless already, he kept wanting more. 

His hand wandered downward, spreading your legs apart as he checked to see if his theory from earlier was correct. 

It was. You were dripping wet for him. 

Bucky smirked into the heated kiss, sliding your underwear to the side and pushed his cock into you without wasting a second, stretching you out easily. 

“How fucking dare you, huh? How dare you even think about leaving me? About leaving us?” He questioned, lips brushing against yours as his cock buried so deep inside of you that he was certain neither of you could even think straight. “I give you everything. Don’t I, baby?” He spoke through gritted teeth as he began fucking you hard and fast, “I take care of you, I fuck you, I protect you, and this is what I get in return? You wanting to run away at the slightest issue?” 

There was nothing gentle or passionate about him. He was wild, fucking you like there’s no tomorrow. He wrapped his hand around your neck, tightened his grip around your throat as he sped up into you while you were a moaning mess under him. 

“I’m sorry.” You mumbled, already feeling all floaty. He was so hot. It was so hot. So hot and you couldn’t think. 

“You belong to me.” He hissed in your ear, speeding up again. “I don’t care what’s normal and what’s not. I don’t care if you think I’m too much. Deal with it. You’re mine. And nothing is changing that, not even you. Do you fucking hear me?”

Your heart raced at what he said. Did you mind? Absolutely not. not with his body weight on top of you, not with how perfectly his cock moved in and out of you. You whimpered desperately as he fucked you, relentlessly. 

He sped up into you, whispering into your ear, “I love you, don’t you see that?” He spoke in a haze, his voice deep and growly. “What we have means so much to me. You mean so much to me. We’re good together, aren’t we, baby?” 

You nodded, agreeing. 

He released your throat and placed his hand on your abdomen, pressing down on your front so he can feel himself inside you with each thrust. He slowed down just the slightest bit. He pulled away a little and stared down into your eyes. 

It was dark but you still felt the intensity of his stare. 

“You will always be mine. No matter what.” He whispered as he fucked deeper into you. “I’ll fix this. I’ll do whatever you want. I’ll be whatever you want. I promise.” He pressed his lips to yours, swallowing all your moans and mewls as he came inside of you. 

You felt his warm load shooting at your walls as he shoved his tongue past your lips. You cried out as that triggered your orgasm, and your walls clenched violently around him until you came undone as well. 

Your brain was a foggy mess at this point. Not caring about what happened earlier today. None of it mattered. 

He pulled out of you and pulled away to reach for your bedside lamp, turned it on so he could admire you under him better. 

“There you are, angel.” He bent down to kiss your forehead, kissing his way down your cheek, along your jaw. “Are you still angry?” 

You sighed, unable to form a proper sentence just yet. So you just quietly mumbled, “Shut up.” 

Bucky laughed. 

Then he reached down and slowly slipped his fingers back into you and watched how your face morphed into a frown as he fingered his cum back into you again, making you arch your back and whine in pleasure, “Please…” you whined, unsure if you wanted him to stop playing with your body or if you wanted him to make you cum again. 

He didn’t care about how sensitive you were, he just needed to remind you that you belonged to him. He had to make sure you knew. 

Bucky leaned in to kiss you again. He whispered against your lips as he pumped his fingers in and out of you, “We’re gonna find a way to make this work. But you are not fucking leaving me, you hear that?” He growled against your lips as you came again. 

He kissed your lips gently, then your eyelids, then he left a final kiss on your forehead before he laid beside you, leaving the light on, as he pulled you into his arms. You were limp, and quiet, possibly closer to sleep than consciousness. 

Still you wondered, what exactly did he do to those men he mentioned earlier?

[sinner-as-saint]

I feel it turning into addiction - Part 4

Dark!Biker!bucky x Reader au 

mini series masterlist 

Summary: He was too old for this. Crushing on his next door neighbour? Unbelievable. He should leave the poor girl alone. But fuck, he couldn’t. Could he? After all, you were so sweet, and gentle, and kind, and always baked things in the middle of the night and left boxes and baskets filled with sweet-smelling treats at his doorstep for him to find almost each morning. And what did he do in return? He imagined all the sinful ways he could make you whine and whimper for him. He was bad for you, he knew that. People called him all sorts of things: criminal, gang leader, outlaw. Bucky Barnes was bad news. But did that stop him? No. You being so forbidden just solidified his addiction. Bucky Barnes never claimed to be a good man, so he’d do whatever it takes to get whatever he wanted. And all he wanted was you. 

Themes throughout the series: somnophilia, dub con, dark!bucky, age gap, smut, explicit language, biker!bucky, younger!reader, loss of virginity, mild daddy kink, mentions of stalking, voyeurism

“You’re the best, baby. I love you.” 

You froze with your tray of fresh cookies in hand. Standing in the middle of your kitchen, staring at Bucky. 

Meanwhile Bucky had a smirk on his face as he watched you stand there. He chuckled then took the tray from your hands, placed it on the counter and pulled you closer. “What? My feelings scare you?” 

“No,” You said quickly. “No, I– do you, um, truly mean it?” You avoided his eyes. 

He frowned playfully. “Mean what?” He grabbed you by the chin and forced you to look up at him. “That you’re the best at making movie themed cookies for our movie nights? Fuck yeah you are.” 

You rolled your eyes at him and began pulling away but he laughed and wrapped his arms around you. 

“Yes, I mean it.” He whispered into your ear. “I love you.” 

You melted in his arms. Heart racing as you shoved your face right into his chest and inhaled that addicting scent of his. “I love you too.” You mumbled into his chest. 

Bucky laughed. “No,” He pulled away to look down at you, lovingly. “Say it louder.” His eyes were intense. Deep blue, the kind you could easily get lost in. “Say it.” 

“I love you, Buck.” You repeated. “I think I have since our first night together.” You sounded a little embarrassed, which he found endearing. 

Oh baby, if only you knew… 

“Yeah? Why didn’t you tell me before then?” He questioned. 

“I was scared.” 

“Of me?” 

You shrugged. “Just everything. I’ve never felt like this for anyone before.” 

Bucky’s playful smile disappeared for a moment. “Your heart is safe with me, baby. Never doubt that. Okay? You are safe with me. I’m gonna take care of you.” He cupped your face in his large hands. “Cause you’re my girl, and I’m your man. I’ve got you, okay? No one’s hurting my baby. Least of all me.” 

— 

Neither of you paid much attention to the movie that night. Bucky had his hands all over you, his lips kissing you everywhere. It felt like he was touching all of you, all at once. 

And it surprised him when you got handsy too. Which you very rarely did, most of the time you let him set the pace and you just followed along. 

But not tonight. 

“You seem very needy tonight, baby. What’s going on, huh?” He whispered into your ear, then leaned back and watched as you climbed onto his lap, straddling him. It always excited him whenever you got even just a little bold, a little demanding. And this was so new. 

“I wanted to try something.” You said, your heart still racing. It hadn’t stopped racing since the confessions in the kitchen. 

Bucky seemed intrigued. “Yeah?” 

You giggled, “Nothing weird. I just… I don’t know how to, um,” You exhaled, suddenly a little nervous. You took a moment to settle down before you spoke again, “I want you to teach me how to…” You pointed at his lap. 

Bucky’s brain ceased functioning for a moment. Fuck. Why was this the hottest thing ever?

“Teach you what?” 

You whined, “Bucky…” 

He chuckled. “What? You have to say it. Want me to teach you how to… what?” He pulled you closer. “Say it, baby. It’s just me.” 

You leaned in and kissed him on the mouth before saying, “Can you teach me how to make you feel good? I… I want your cock in my mouth. Please, Buck.” 

“Fuck.” Bucky groaned. “You’re gonna be the death of me, you know that?” 

You giggled.

“Okay then. Get on your knees for me.” 

Still holding his stare, you got off his lap and sank down to your knees in front of him. You looked up at him, and fuck did he look gorgeous from this angle. 

“That’s a good girl. Come on now, take my cock out.” 

Your hands hurried to undo his belt, unzip his pants and lower his underwear to free his erected cock. The sight of his thick cock had you whining with need. And you were eager, but unsure of what to do. 

“Touch it. It’s all yours to play with, angel.” 

You wrapped your hands around his cock and gave it a tentative stroke. 

“Lick it first,” He said, then watched you do it, watched your tongue move along his cock. He was losing it already… “There we go, baby. Now put it in your mouth.” He spoke softly. 

You held his stare as you placed your mouth on his tip, your tongue slowly circling his tip. Bucky hissed in pleasure and slid his hand into your hair, gently grabbing a fistful of it, tugging on it as he slowly pushed himself deeper into your mouth. Just slightly deeper, not making it uncomfortable for you. 

“There you go, look at you.” He sounded enchanted. Under a spell. Mesmerised by the sight of him in your mouth. “Look at you, huh? You’re a happy girl, aren’t you? It’s all you wanted, huh baby? Just some cock in your mouth.” 

You kept your eyes on his perfect face as you sucked on his cock softly. He closed his eyes momentarily, lips parted and gasping as he tilted his head back. 

“Fuck… Just like that, baby.” He moaned. His voice guttural. Raw. Like he was having to hold back. And that only made you want to make him lose his composure even more. 

So you went with what felt right, you quickened your pace. Taking him in and out of your mouth, sucking on his tip each time. 

“Oh, fuck.” He bucked his hips forward very gently into your mouth, surprised at your bold actions and how you needed no further instructions. But fuck, he was in heaven. 

The gasps and moans which escaped his lips made you squirm and it only added to the dampness which was forming in your underwear. And his praises…

“You look so pretty on your knees, babygirl.” He moaned and panted and tugged harder on your hair. “Come on that’s it, show daddy how much of a good girl you can be.”

He quickened the pace at which he moved in and out of you, eager to chase his orgasm. “Fuck, your mouth feels so good.” He twitched against your tongue and you tasted some of his pre cum. 

Your enthusiasm was like a fucking drug getting him higher than he’d ever been. He swore under his breath as you dragged your tongue over the slit on this tip very lazily. He looked down at you with a warning in his eyes. “Don’t tease me, baby, please…” and those words were all it took for you to take him back into your mouth and suck on his cock until he came undone all over your tongue.

“Fuck…” He came with a moan and a sigh, closing his eyes and relishing the warmth of your mouth wrapped around him. 

You swallowed all of him, licked him clean and zipped his pants back up and did his belt again, like a good girl.

His good girl. 

— 

About a week later, you came home from the local market to a broody Bucky pacing on your porch.

As soon as he spotted your car pulling up into your driveway, he basically ran down the steps and came to meet you just as you stepped out of your car. “Hi,” You said, wondering why he looked so stressed. “Are you okay? I didn’t know you were–,” 

“Where the hell have you been? I’ve been calling you for the past two hours.” He sounded frantic. Like he’d been pacing on your porch for hours. 

“Buck,” You placed your hands on his broad chest. “It’s fine, I was at the local market. I needed to get ingredients.” 

Bucky sighed, “For two hours? You couldn’t call me back?” He seemed agitated. 

You frowned, worried more than anything. He’d never been this way before. “Buck, did something happen while I was gone? What’s gotten into you?” 

“Nothing happened.” He exhaled loudly. “I was just worried. I couldn’t reach you. I came here and your car was gone. The shop’s closed. I– I panicked, okay?” 

You wrapped your arms around him and squeezed. “I’m okay.” You looked up at him, your chin digging into his muscular chest. “I’m sorry, I should’ve texted you. But I really needed to go to the market. They had great stuff! I even got you those blood oranges you like.” 

“I’m not mad at you, okay?” Bucky sighed again. “Just… let me know where you are next time. I have some of my guys out looking for you, you know that?” 

You laughed at that. 

“Yeah, it’s funny now, is it?” He leaned in and playfully bit your nose. “Torturing your man like this is funny to you, huh?” 

“I’m sorry, Buck. Can I make it up to you? Hmm? What do you want? A pie? Banana bread?” You gave him a look he knew all too well. 

“Yeah you can make it up to me actually. I’ll unload your things from the market, while you go and wait for me in your bed, okay? I want you naked.” He said, “And ready for me when I get there. You hear me?” 

You nodded, smiling as you pulled away and rushed into your home. Giddy as you ran up to your bedroom… 

And safe to say that after that day whenever you went to run errands, a certain blue-eyed biker always rode behind your car. All you had to do was look into your rearview mirror and there he was, Bucky in full riding gear. Mean and scary, just following you around and making the butterflies in your stomach come alive. 

—

“Uh, Buck? What’s this?” You asked him, upon entering your house one evening. Bucky was in your living room, holding something up and looking all smiley and proud.  

“This is your new friend.” He said, holding up the cutest little puppy you’d ever seen in your life. “Someone left the whole litter at the bodyshop so some of us each took one home. So I figured I’d bring you one. You know, he could also keep you company at work.” 

“Oh, Bucky!” You rushed to take the little one from him. “Thank you so much, I– wow I wasn’t expecting to be a pet owner today but thank you.” You cuddled the little pup and noticed the tiny collar around his neck. He was so small. 

“Already took him to the vet,” Bucky explained. “Got his first shots and deworming and what not. We have another appointment in two weeks.” 

You laughed as you looked up at him. “We’re dog parents now?” 

“Of course we are. We’re gonna be great.” 

— 

A couple days later, Bucky was hanging out with you in your kitchen. He was helping you with dinner like he did on most nights, and you were telling him about your day. And all was going well, until he made you question your memory again like last time. 

“... and now I can’t find the new bookmark I got the other day. It was Van Gogh themed.” You sighed. “You know how much I loved it.” 

Bucky answered, mindlessly chopping some carrots which he then tossed into a pot, “You probably left it at the bookstore, baby. You know how you get when you start looking at books.” He gave you a quick kiss on the cheek as he walked past you to grab another pan. 

You frowned at that. At what he said. 

“How did you know I was at the bookstore today?”

“Huh?” He picked up a pan, didn’t like it, then reached for another one. “What do you mean? You were just telling me about your day.” 

You stopped stirring and turned to look at him. “I never mentioned the bookstore.” 

“Yes you did.” He insisted. “You said you left work early, took our pup to the park, went to the florist, then checked out the bookstore for new arrivals on your way home.” Bucky finally found a pan he liked and brought it over to the stove. “Are you okay, baby?” 

You nodded quickly. “Yeah, yeah. Just tired.” 

You went back to cooking. Thinking. Wondering. 

Then you realised that you never mentioned your visit to the florist either. Or the trip to the park, for that matter. 

—

Bucky’s timing was insane at times. For some reason, he always called you whenever you were doing things around the house which you could definitely use his help for. 

Like how one time you were struggling with hanging up your new curtains and Bucky called you at the right time. 

“Hey, angel. What’s up?” He asked as soon as you answered your phone. 

“Hey, Buck.” You said, breathless because you’d been struggling with those damn curtains for the past half an hour. “Not much. What’s up with you?” 

He wasn’t having it. “Not much? And you’re breathless like that… why?” He chuckled. “What are you up to, baby?” 

“Oh.” You sighed. “These damn curtains. They’re impossible to hang.” 

He laughed. “I’ll put them up later when I get there, okay?”

“Okay.” You murmured, giving up instantly and throwing yourself onto your comfy couch. “Thank you.” 

“Thank me later,” He teased. “I gotta go.” He said, then added, “Save some of those cookies for me, yeah? Bye, baby. I love you.” Then he hung up. 

You barely had time to say ‘I love you’ back. But then you thought… how did he know you made cookies just an hour ago? 

— 

You were at the café working when you suddenly remembered that you needed to take your puppy to the vet for his shots. 

“Oh muffin,” You cooed, stroking his little face. “We nearly forgot your appointment.” You murmured. “You must think you have such bad parents.” You gave him a loud kiss on top of his head. 

The shop was empty, and while you and Bucky decided you’d go to the vet together, he wasn’t around currently. So you decided to just go to the vet alone. You closed the coffee shop, leaving a note on the door saying you’d be back in two hours. 

Then you decided you’d text Bucky after being done at the vet. Because if he was busy, why bother him? 

And a short drive later, you were there. Right on time for the appointment. And the staff were great too. 

But then one of the girls who was handling your dog came up to you and said, “Honestly, it’s great that you put a tracker on his collar. Puppies can get lost all the time, especially in the woods nearby. Plus, there’s always….” 

But her words faded. Suddenly you couldn’t hear anything. That first sentence she said had you completely disoriented. 

“I’m sorry,” You interrupted her, “A tracker?” 

She nodded. “Yeah, on the collar.” 

And all of a sudden, you felt like you were falling down a dark, empty pit. All the dots connected. 

He wouldn’t. 

Bucky wouldn’t do that. 

Would he?

[sinner-as-saint]

I feel it turning into addiction - Part 3

Dark!Biker!bucky x Reader au 

mini series masterlist 

Summary: He was too old for this. Crushing on his next door neighbour? Unbelievable. He should leave the poor girl alone. But fuck, he couldn’t. Could he? After all, you were so sweet, and gentle, and kind, and always baked things in the middle of the night and left boxes and baskets filled with sweet-smelling treats at his doorstep for him to find almost each morning. And what did he do in return? He imagined all the sinful ways he could make you whine and whimper for him. He was bad for you, he knew that. People called him all sorts of things: criminal, gang leader, outlaw. Bucky Barnes was bad news. But did that stop him? No. You being so forbidden just solidified his addiction. Bucky Barnes never claimed to be a good man, so he’d do whatever it takes to get whatever he wanted. And all he wanted was you. 

Themes throughout the series: somnophilia, dub con, dark!bucky, age gap, smut, explicit language, biker!bucky, younger!reader, loss of virginity, mild daddy kink, mentions of stalking, voyeurism

“Come hang out with us.” 

Bucky stood on the other side of the counter at your café, and for the past few minutes he’d been trying to get you to come hang out with him and his friends later that night.

“Your friends and I have nothing in common.” You repeated yourself. “I mean, what would I even talk to them about?” You lowered your head, speaking quietly since there were a couple of customers still in your shop. 

Bucky leaned closer, “You can talk to me the whole time. I’ll be right by your side.” He reassured you. And when you began shaking your head he added, “Oh come on, baby. All of them wanna meet my girl.” 

His words made you smile. His girl. 

It was crazy how it had only been a couple weeks since that night of the break in, and you and Bucky were already… together. You spent every night with him. Every morning he dropped you off at work. And he picked you up as well, whenever he wasn’t busy. 

It was so strange how easily you were able to make room for him in your life. He just slotted into place like a missing puzzle piece. And it was more than what you had ever dreamt of. 

Sure, whenever you were out with him you’d get some stares and you’d hear people whispering here and there. But, you were happy. He made you so happy. 

“I don’t know, Buck.” You murmured, looking down and focusing on transferring your blueberry compote from the big jar into little ones, still not too sure if hanging out with his friends was a good idea. 

“Oh come on, babygirl.” He groaned. “Don’t make me come over there and make you say yes.” 

You giggled at what he insinuated and shook your head at him. “Fine, maybe I’ll come for a little bit. What is this hangout anyway? Some kind of party?”  

“Just us having a good time. You’ll see.” He winked. “Oh, be careful with that jam thingy, baby–,” 

“Compote.” You corrected. 

“–don’t end up ruining your dress like the other one.” 

“Huh?” You looked at him confused. 

“You ruined the other dress, remember? The other day with the strawberry jam thingy.” Bucky explained. 

You did do that. Spilled the fresh batch of strawberry compote all over your new dress. But how did he know that? You remember you went home and had a whole meltdown in your kitchen because your new favourite dress was ruined. But you didn’t remember telling him…? 

“How do you know t–,” 

Bucky looked at his watch and cut you off with a quick kiss as he said, “Gotta go, baby. I’m already late. I’ll pick you up at home later, okay?” Then he leaned in and whispered, “Wear something pretty for me.” He stole yet another quick kiss and walked away. 

Leaving you smiling to yourself and slightly questioning your own memory. 

— 

When Bucky picked you up later that evening, you both had trouble keeping your hands off each other. Bucky showed up in all black, with his all black helmet that made you feel things you couldn’t quite explain. His t-shirt was extra tight and those jeans made his thighs look… so biteable. 

“Who are you and what have you done to my girl?” He asked, pulling you closer, opening up his visor so he could look at you with those pretty blue eyes of his. “Looks like I’m about to be fighting some people tonight if you’re gonna be walking around looking like that.” 

You laughed, kissing the helmet right about where his mouth should be inside. “What? I just wanted to fit in. With you and your friends.” 

You did admit that the denim shorts, the leather jacket, and the boots were not how you usually dressed. But it was fun to dress up for the occasion. Plus, you wanted to look like his girl. 

“Oh, baby.” He spoke as he grabbed your helmet and put it on you, tightening the straps. “You look perfect, and I need you to know that you fit in with me and in my life no matter what. Okay?” He slid your visor shut, tapped on your helmet with his knuckles fondly, and said, “Come on now, my little backpack. Time to go. And hold on tight.” 

You climbed onto his bike, settling right behind him and wrapping your arms around his torso. Fuck. You could feel his muscles. And that alone made you feel giddy. “I’m good.” You said, bracing yourself, ready for the ride. “Now don’t go too fast–,” 

You barely finished your sentence, and Bucky was flying already. Chuckling at how you squeezed him with your arms and thighs. 

You squealed, laughing as he sped away. The day you first got on his bike, you were worried you’d hate it. Or that the speed would scare you too much to enjoy the ride. But no. You loved it! The vibration of the bike. The purr and roars. It was much more fun than it seemed. Plus, you trusted Bucky with everything in you so you knew you were always safe with him.

—

The warehouse was packed. Mostly dark, with some random light bulbs hanging here and there, along with some neon lights. 

You made your way through the crowd, Bucky holding your hand tightly while he walked in, high-fiving his friends and acquaintances as you both made your way further in. He stopped every now and then to introduce you to someone. And by the end of the night, you were sure everyone would know that you were Bucky’s girl. 

Broken glass crunched under your boots as you walked deeper into the space. The music was loud. People drank and danced, some took this as an opportunity to show off their heavily decked out bikes or cars. The air smelt like smoke and booze, and a sense of danger. This was new, and different. But definitely something you could get used to. It felt like stepping into another world. 

Meeting Bucky’s inner circle went smoother than you thought it would. Sure, everyone there was a couple years older than you, at least, but they were a loud, funny, and chaotic bunch. Especially John. He could make anyone laugh. 

The girls, Yelena and Ava, stole you from Bucky in less than a few minutes. And you went happily, not caring if it was darts or beer pong, you were just glad to spend time with them. They were so different, personality wise, but they were hilarious together. 

But no matter where you went around the room, you physically felt Bucky’s eyes on you. Burning holes in your back. And each time you looked around to find him, he was already staring. And it gave you such a rush each time you met his eyes. Even from across the room his stare screamed you’re mine. 

It’s not like you weren’t eye-fucking him. How could you not? He was gorgeous. 

And it wasn’t long before Bucky found his way to you, hugging you from behind as you aimed terribly at the dart board. 

“I suck at this.” You groaned, turning around in his arms and wrapping your own around his neck. “I need some more practice. Maybe I should come by and hangout more often with you guys.” 

Bucky smiled at you. “Maybe you should.” He leaned in for a kiss. A gentle one. Sweet, quick. 

When he pulled away, you noticed he was glaring at someone on the other side of the room. You turned and tried to find who it was but the place was so packed you couldn’t tell who it was. “What is it?” You finally asked, noticing that Bucky’s body was tense. 

“Nothing for you to worry about, baby. Stick with the girls. I’ll be right back, okay?” He kissed your forehead, then nodded at Ava since she was closer. 

Ava apparently understood what the nod meant because she replied, “I’ve got her. Don’t worry.” 

Then Bucky left. 

“What just happened?” You asked Ava, accepting the drink she handed you. 

“Don’t worry about it.” She shrugged. “Wanna go for another round?” 

— 

Bucky came back shortly. But something was wrong. He had a strange look on his face. He looked angry. Then as he got closer you realised there was a cut on his lip. And a bruise forming on his jaw. 

“Holy shit.” Yelena spoke up first. “What the hell happened to you?” 

You were gonna repeat her question but Bucky just grabbed your wrist and mumbled, “Come with me.” Then dragged you all the way to god knows where. 

At first you thought you guys were leaving, but he took a right turn right before reaching the entrance and walked all the way to where the bathrooms were. He walked in, pulling you in behind him and shut the door so loudly it made you jump. 

“Bucky, what’s going on?” You asked. 

It wasn’t the right time to make this observation but you couldn’t help but notice how much more attractive the cut and bruise made him. He looked feral. 

“Buck–,” 

This time he cut you off with a fierce kiss. Grabbing you by the collars of your leather jacket and pressing you against the wall as he devoured your mouth. “You’re mine.” He growled against your lips, pressing his body into yours as he kissed you deeper. “Only mine, you understand?” 

You could barely get a word out. Bucky was ravenous. Hungry. His rough facial hair scratched your skin, his teeth nibbled on and bit your lips. His hands damn near crushed your wrists in his strong grip and he pinned them to the wall on each side of your head. And he didn’t give you even the briefest second to breathe.

“Bucky…” You gasped against his lips when he finally pulled away. Breathing fast, you tried to get a look at him but he just seemed even more angry. 

Why was he so angry? 

“Forgive me if I’m being rough, baby.” He grabbed you by the chin and said, “Look at me. Look.” When you did he said, “You’re safe with me.” He whispered, barely audible above the loud but muffled music from outside. “You’re safe with me, I need you to know that if it gets too rough, okay? But I need this right now, baby. Please.” 

You nodded, “Okay.” You sounded breathless already. 

“Gonna fuck your brains out. Turn around,” He mumbled, forcing you to turn around anyway. His movements were rash and angry. He almost tore your shorts off of you while he shoved his rough hand in between your legs and touched you where you desperately wanted him to. You whined and trembled against the cool wall when he slid a finger in, fucking you with it while he hissed into your ear. 

“You belong to me,” His deep voice made his chest rumble against your back. “And I’m gonna need everyone to know that. No more fucker is gonna be staring at you from across the room anymore, like they wanna fucking eat you up. You’re mine.” He hissed. 

Someone was staring at you? 

You barely registered what he said, barely even heard him over the muffled music and your loud moaning. Occasionally, given it was a packed building, someone would knock on the door, but it was locked so after a couple of knocks they’d move on.Normally knowing that someone could be right outside this door while you were in here getting fucked would make you anxious, but right now, you didn’t care. 

“Tell me you’re mine, baby.” He demanded, sliding another finger inside you and making your body come alive. His lips brushed against the back of your neck as he spoke. “You’re daddy’s perfect girl. Tell me, baby. Tell me who you belong to.” 

“To you.” You were embarrassingly wet at this point, and the sounds your body made as he finger-fucked you were lewd. But you couldn’t get enough. “I– I’m all yours, Buck.” 

“Yeah you are. Look at you just offering it up, huh? Didn’t even put up a fight this time.” His voice sounded just as dark as his mood was. “Just gonna let me mount you however I want later, huh? You’re just gonna take it, aren’t you, baby? Gonna make me do all the work.” 

His dirty fucking mouth… 

You moaned out loud as he kept fucking you with his fingers you even as you came. His fingers sliding in and out with ease now. He reached deeper inside you, curling his fingers just enough to make you mutter incoherent things. 

“Please, please, please…” You begged. “Please I- it’s so sensitive, Bucky please.” 

“I know, baby. I know.” He slowed down just the slightest bit. “But I love hearing you moan for me. Love touching you, I can’t help it, babygirl.” 

He playfully bit on your exposed neck. “My cock feels so good inside you, angel. You’re so fucking wet it’s dripping down my hand, babygirl.” He boasted. “Who’s making you feel this good? Hmm? Is it your man, baby? Am I the only man who can touch you and make you fucking lose your mind, huh? Is this the only cock you’ll be coming around from now on?” 

“Yes…” You had tears streaming down your face, and you nodded breathlessly. “Please…” 

But instead of making you come all over his fingers, Bucky pulled away for a brief moment. You couldn’t see him, but you could hear him undoing his jeans. Then he slid your shorts down until they gathered around your ankles. And moments later, he was rubbing the tip of his cock against your wet folds. You shivered in pleasure.

“There we go. I’m gonna need you to moan until every fucker outside hears you, babygirl.” He growled as he pushed his cock into you, making you cry out loud as he stretched you out. “Need everyone to know you’re mine. All fucking mine.” 

You moaned as his fingers found your clit again, rubbing it in sync with his thrusts. 

“There’s my girl. You feel so good, baby.” His hand gripped you by the hips, holding you against him as he sped up into you, fucking you like it was punishment. “You like me filling you up, huh? Look at that, you love this.” He dipped his head into the crook of your neck and licked, and bit on your skin as he fucked into you relentlessly, earning more and more moans out of you each time his cock stroked your walls. “You like me like this. You like this cock deep inside you, don’t you, baby?” He asked, fucking into you. “That feels good, doesn’t it? I know it does, angel. You look so good like this, being fucked against a wall by your man.” 

Bucky nibbled at the skin under your ear and you lost all control you had left. Your thoughts became cloudy and all you could focus on was how good he felt inside you. 

“This cunt’s all mine…” he mumbled angrily against your skin while he fucked you like an animal, “Only fucking mine, and I’m gonna make sure everyone knows.” He spat, growling in your ear as he pounded into you, your chest slamming into the wall with each thrust. It hurt in the best way. 

You didn’t know what it was that got him in this mood but fuck, it was the hottest thing ever. 

“Look at how wet you are, dripping down my fucking cock,” He moaned against your ear and the sound sent shivers down your back. Your legs started to shake as he quickened his pace, pounding into you mercilessly. “This is what you need, huh? Just me. I’m all you need, baby.” 

The pleasure, the pain, the heat of him… was too much and you couldn’t hold back anymore. 

“Get louder for me, baby. Don’t hold back. Look how well you’re taking it.” He playfully bit your ear, then whispered, “Tell me who’s making you feel this good, huh? Is it daddy?” He cooed, “Is daddy fucking you so good you’re gonna cry? Hmm?”  

“Bucky–,” You choked on your words as you came undone, walls clenching around him, and a loud moan erupting from your mouth as he made you come hard. It was almost blinding. 

“That’s it, baby. Come around me. Let me fill you up. Fuck, you feel so fucking good.” His thrusts became irregular as he came right after you did, cock throbbing, moaning out loud when he felt your walls pulsating violently around him. “Fuck, fuck, fuck, I don’t wanna fucking stop, angel.” He came while biting down hard on your neck. So hard that even you cried out, still coming down from your high as you felt him spill deep inside you. “So fucking good.” 

You whimpered as he pulled out of you and turned you around, still caging you in between his body and the wall behind you. Bucky pressed his forehead against yours and caught his breath. You could tell he was instantly more calm than earlier. 

“Are you okay?” You were the first one to speak up, still gasping for air but you reached out and touched his face carefully. “What happened?” 

Bucky looked at you like he was guilty. Only for a moment though. “Caught a guy staring at you the whole night.” He finally confessed. “I finally had to do something about it.” 

You frowned, worried. “You got into a fight?” 

“Kinda. It wasn't much of a fight now that I think about it.” He answered, hissing as you touched and inspected the bruise on his jaw. 

“Bucky.” You murmured. Then sighed. “Let me clean the cut.” 

Bucky stepped back and let you pull your shorts up, then watched as you reached for the cabinets, looking for a first aid kit or something. “You won’t find anything here, baby” He said, almost sheepishly. “Let’s go home.” 

You sighed again. Then nodded. You walked over to the sink, looking at yourself in the mirror as you tried to make yourself look as presentable as possible and get rid of the ‘just got fucked in the bathroom’ look. You fixed your makeup as best you could with a wet napkin, then as you were fixing your lipstick you caught Bucky’s stare in the mirror. 

He was leaning against the same wall he’d just fucked you against, arms crossed over his chest, with a dangerous smirk on his bleeding lips. Looking all proud. 

Well, at least he didn’t have that murderous look on his face anymore. “What’s so funny?” You asked, throwing the napkin in the trash and turning around to face him, keeping some distance between you two. 

“Nothing.” He said, the smirk growing even more smug. “I like how you look after I’m done with you.” 

Gods. His dirty fucking mouth. You just glared at him in disbelief. 

He chuckled, “What’s that look for, baby?” He finally took some steps forward and grabbed you by the waist, pulling you into him. 

“Just thinking about, you know, if you look like this then what does the other guy look like?” 

Bucky chuckled again, “Worse, baby. Much worse.” He said, then leaned in for a kiss. 

Worse? He was dead. And poor John was cleaning up the ‘mess’. 

[sinner-as-saint]

I feel it turning into addiction - Part 2

Dark!Biker!Bucky x Reader au 

mini series masterlist 

Summary: He was too old for this. Crushing on his next door neighbour? Unbelievable. He should leave the poor girl alone. But fuck, he couldn’t. Could he? After all, you were so sweet, and gentle, and kind, and always baked things in the middle of the night and left boxes and baskets filled with sweet-smelling treats at his doorstep for him to find almost each morning. And what did he do in return? He imagined all the sinful ways he could make you whine and whimper for him. He was bad for you, he knew that. People called him all sorts of things: criminal, gang leader, outlaw. Bucky Barnes was bad news. But did that stop him? No. You being so forbidden just solidified his addiction. Bucky Barnes never claimed to be a good man, so he’d do whatever it takes to get whatever he wanted. And all he wanted was you. 

Themes throughout the series: somnophilia, dub con, dark!bucky, age gap, smut, explicit language, biker!bucky, younger!reader, loss of virginity, mild daddy kink, mentions of stalking, voyeurism

Walking to Bucky’s house each morning was always a little scary. 

Why wouldn’t it be? Everyone in the area only had bad things to say about him. And you knew that there had to be some truth in those rumours and talks. Besides, he looked mean. Longish hair, always riding around on his lethal looking bike. Almost always accompanied by his ‘friends’. You knew they weren’t just buddies who shared a love for riding and bikes. They were indeed a… criminal organisation. You’d seen them in action so many times. Chasing people, beating people up in dark alleys, people whispering their names in fear and some twisted kind of veneration. 

Especially Bucky’s name. 

But, as notorious as he was, you once saw something that humanised him and overshadowed all the rumours and all the talks about him being devilish. You were on your way home one evening, and you heard what sounded like a bunch of kids squealing in happiness and excitement. You could tell it came from just around the corner so that’s where you went. 

And there, as you peeked from a distance, you found Bucky surrounded by a bunch of loud, happy kids who were all enchanted by his bike. Bucky seemed to be in an animated conversation with all of them, and was letting them all take turns to twist the throttle and rev the loud engine of his bike. And there was this rare smile on his handsome face. 

Well, he could be as bad as he wanted to be. But no one could lie and say that he wasn’t the most dreamy man ever. He was tall, and strong. And had a smooth voice that could make anyone swoon. And those eyes… gods, those eyes. 

You watched the scene of Bucky with the happy kids and then a few seconds later you walked away and headed home with a shy smile on your face. Maybe he wasn’t as bad as people thought he was. So, the next morning was the first time you dropped off a box filled with baked goods on his porch. 

And ever since, whenever you baked things, you always made extra with Bucky in mind. You rarely ran into him, except for when he occasionally showed up at your café. Usually with his friends in tow. They were a loud bunch, so you never truly got to talk to Bucky. But the stolen stares, the flirty smirks… they didn’t go unnoticed. 

But he was so out of your league, wasn’t he? He was from a different world. He was older. He was known for being dangerous and reckless, and he was never going to be seriously interested in a younger, completely inexperienced woman. Would he? 

You saw them often, the bikers at their favourite hangout spots – the bodyshop, that abandoned warehouse, the diner, the bar. And anytime you saw a group of bikes parked outside a spot, your heart raced a little faster. Fine, okay yes you had a bit of a crush on Bucky. But it was hopeless, wasn’t it? 

Even now, as you placed the box down on his porch and walked away quickly, your heart raced just thinking about him. Did he think you were an annoying neighbour? Was he sick of your cookies and muffins and scones? He probably was and didn’t know how to get you to stop. 

You sighed again, returning back into your house before you let yourself think about that dream last night. How inappropriate to dream of your neighbour like that? If only he knew… but fuck, it felt so real. You woke up drenched! And couldn’t even face yourself in the mirror whenever you thought about that dream… ugh! Having a crush as an adult was the most annoying thing ever. 

–

You had a decent day at work. But a long one for sure. Which is why when you came home in the evening and felt like you weren’t alone in your house, you thought it was just your tired mind playing tricks on you. 

And when you were in the shower and thought you heard footsteps outside, along the hallway upstairs, you ignored that as well. Maybe it was just the wind. 

As you threw yourself into your bed, exhausted, you thought you saw a large outline in the dark, a shadow right outside your window. But before you could panic, you were drifting off to sleep. 

Maybe it was just your mind playing tricks. Right? After all this was a perfectly safe neighbourhood. Who would even stand outside your window? 

–

The following morning was the first time you saw one of the notes. As if someone had slid them from under your front door. It laid there, on the floor. Seeming harmless. Until you picked it up and read it, your blood freezing and mind racing as you did: 

‘You’re so pretty when you sleep.’ 

What the hell?! 

You were late for work, so you couldn’t exactly think too much about the note. But then at work, once things slowed down in the afternoon, you pulled the note out of your pocket and let yourself think about it. Who could’ve sent you this? 

The footsteps, the shadow outside your window… someone was watching you. You almost teared up in fear. Someone was stalking you? But why? Should you call someone? Was this a prank? 

You threw the note away and decided to do nothing. For now. 

—

During the week, more notes appeared. Each of them contained one line or less, but each of them scared you just as much as the first one. You could barely sleep, always paranoid. Always jumping at the slightest of sounds. 

It got to the point where you began getting distracted at work. 

“Are you even listening?” 

You blinked quickly and only then realised that Bucky was standing across the counter, looking at you with those pretty eyes of his. “Oh my god, I’m so sorry. I was…” You rambled quickly, then recovered, “Uh, hi. What can I get you?” 

Shit. He was gorgeous. 

Bucky frowned. “You okay?” He asked calmly. 

This was the first time Bucky was at your café alone, not at a busy time and not accompanied by his friends. It was quiet, and the two of you were alone. Your heart raced a little faster yet again. “Yeah,” You lied, sighing. “Just, you know, thinking.” 

“About what?” He questioned and gave you one of his easy, faint smiles that made you feel so much better. 

“Nothing.” You said quickly, then tried to change the topic. “How were, uh, the lemon-blueberry scones I left you this morning?” 

You’d never asked him if he liked the stuff you left him. This was the first time. 

Bucky could see right through you. You could tell as he placed his fists down on the counter and leaned in so he could be closer to you, and said, “They were great, but tell me what’s truly going on with you?” 

You blinked at him. The way his shoulders seemed so broad, his body so large and muscly, even under all the riding gear. Fuck… this man was something else. “Um,” You swallowed, “It’s probably nothing but, I have been receiving these notes and uh, the other night I think I saw someone standing outside my window.” You finally confessed. 

Bucky froze for a moment, then frowned deeper. “How long has this been going on?” 

The concern in his tone came as a surprise so you tried to calm things down and brush it off. “It’s probably nothing, I just–,” 

“It’s not nothing if someone’s stalking you.” He said firmly. “Part of my job is keeping this area and its people safe, angel. But don’t you worry, I’ll ask my boys to keep an eye out. Alright?” 

You nodded, immediately feeling loads better. “Okay.” 

Bucky left with his usual coffee order. 

Except, you didn’t see the triumphant smirk on his face as he walked away. 

— 

It was probably three in the morning, Bucky got home about an hour ago. It had been a particularly exhausting week for him. Dealing with the sons of bitches who’d been causing trouble in his area was draining. But he finally got rid of them. 

For good this time. And now that everything was in order, he thought, maybe he could figure out a way to approach you. Properly. 

Bucky was on his couch, some random movie playing on TV. He didn’t pay much attention to it, and he was slowly drifting off to sleep anyway. But then, frantic knocks at his front door pulled him right out of the lazy, sleepy state. 

He frowned, standing up and reaching for his gun immediately. Who the fuck would knock on his door at three in the fucking morning? 

Then he heard it, the heartbreaking sound of your sobs. “Bucky!” You called out, followed by more hurried knocks, “Please, open up!” 

He’d never rushed to his front door quicker than he did upon hearing it was you on the other side. “Hey, I’m here. I’m right here, angel. What’s going on?” He grabbed you and pulled you inside quickly. 

Fuck, you must’ve left in a hurry given you were only in your PJs. His favourite ones too, the matching pink set with strawberries all over them. 

Not right now, Bucky! 

He stood there as you held onto him like he was your only lifejacket. Your arms around him as you sobbed into his chest. Bucky was confused out of his mind. “Talk to me, baby, please. What is it? Did anyone hurt you?” 

“No,” You sobbed. “There’s someone…” You gasped for air, fighting back more sobs. Your tears creating dark, wet patches on his grey t-shirt. “I–I heard footsteps just like last time so I came downstairs to look, and– and there was someone there.” You cried. “It was dark but I know, I know there was a man standing there in my house. Please, believe me.” 

“I do,” He reassured you. “I do, baby. Listen to me,” He cupped your face in his hands and wiped your tears with his thumbs. “Stay here while I go check it out, okay?” 

“No!” You sniffled, “What if he’s armed or something?” 

Bucky reached for the gun tucked in his waistband and said, “So am I, angel. Stay here, okay? I’ll be right back. Go upstairs. You’re safe here, you hear me?” 

You nodded, sniffling and wiping your own tears. Bucky left immediately, marching over to your house. He clutched his gun in his hand. He wondered if the sight of it scared you. Oh well, you’d get used to it. 

Stepping into your home, he stopped at the entrance to listen. 

Then he heard him. In the kitchen. 

Shutting the front door behind him, Bucky tucked his gun back and walked right to your kitchen, where he didn’t think twice before grabbing John by the collar, “Walker, I will fucking kill you!” He hissed. 

John spoke with a mouthful of muffins, “What? I did what you asked me to do!” 

“I didn’t ask you to break into her home, you fucking idiot!” Bucky argued, letting John go and watched as he reached for another muffin, popping it right into his mouth like an animal. The whole muffin! 

“The notes weren’t working anymore.” John said, sounding like he did the right thing. 

Bucky let out a sigh. “I told you to spook her a little bit, not scare the living shit out of my girl! She’s over there shaking like a fucking homeless kitten caught in the rain.” 

John looked offended. “Okay but did she or did she not run straight to you?” 

Bucky hated when John made sense. “She did.” He answered, begrudgingly. 

“So? Job well done, I’d say.” John, even in the dark, gave Bucky one of his shit-eating grins. “I had to speed this up. You’re not getting younger, Buck.” 

Bucky sighed, annoyed at the blond asshole. “If anyone finds out about this–,” 

“Relax,” John groaned. “I won’t tell anyone. I won’t even tell your little girlfriend that you’re the mastermind behind all this. Okay? I won’t even mention the notes, or the stalking, or the,” He put his hand up to make quotation marks, “‘Keep watch outside her yard at night’, or how you took care of that guy who flirted a little too much with her at the coffee shop, none of it, alright? I’ll take it all to my grave. Your secrets, and mine.” John added, “Plus, if we didn’t get her out of the house, how was I supposed to install all the cameras you want in here? You’ve been bitching about that for weeks now.” 

Bucky let out another sigh. 

“Now go, keep your girl safe.” John smirked. “Oh and by the way, I’m taking all these treats with me. I deserve it.” John chuckled. 

“I regret the day I met you.” Bucky said, walking out and away from the kitchen. 

“Love you too, bud!” John called out from behind. 

Bucky kept walking till he reached his own home. 

Okay fine, maybe he was being borderline insane. So what? It’s his girl. If he wants cameras in her house to keep an eye on her at all times, then so be it. After all, he was doing it for your safety. 

And maybe asking John to scare you was a bit much. But how else was he supposed to earn your trust? And make himself seem safe? How else would he get you to come to him? How long was he gonna keep visiting you at night? He didn’t wanna sneak around anymore. Did he lowkey want you to be suspicious of every man around except for him? Yes he did. Also, did he love the fact that you didn’t call the police or anything and chose to run to him for safety instead? Fuck yeah he did. 

And here you were now, just like how he wanted. Safe, in his house and trusting him with your whole heart. 

“I’m back.” He announced as soon as he stepped inside and shut the door behind him. And not even seconds later he heard you running downstairs in a rush. He couldn’t help but smile upon hearing your rapid footsteps, knowing you were running to him was such a rush. Fuck, he could get used to this. You running to him as soon as he got home each day. 

“Bucky!” You rushed into his arms, hugging him tightly. “Are you okay? Who was it? Did they leave?” You asked, barely even breathing. 

“Calm down, angel.” He wrapped his big arms around you and said, “It’s okay. It’s probably just some weird dude breaking in for the hell of it. He didn’t touch anything, didn’t take anything either.” He explained. Except for your muffins. “It’s okay, baby. Everything’s okay. Look at me.” 

You pulled away from the hug and looked up at him. “Sorry, I didn’t even realise it was the middle of the night. I just– I got scared and I just ran all the way here.” You sounded a little embarrassed. 

“Hey, it’s okay. I took care of it, didn’t I? It’s all good.” He reassured you. “I think maybe you should just stay here till the morning.” 

That would give Walker plenty of time to finish up. 

You seemed like you were on the verge of tears upon hearing that. “Thank you. I wasn’t ready to go back there just yet.” 

“I know, angel. I know.” 

Bucky led you back upstairs, after locking up the front door and making a show of checking his whole house just in case the weirdo was still around. 

He led you to his bedroom and said, “Sleep in here, I can take the couch downstairs or–,” 

“No.” You were quick to oppose. “It’s gonna be morning in a couple of hours. Also, it would be rude of me to kick you out of your own bed. Please, we can share. It’s not like I’m gonna get much sleep now anyway.” 

He wasn’t gonna argue with that. 

So you both settled in, got under the covers and each stuck to your side. And the silence wasn’t awkward or anything, it was… peaceful. And while you did say it was gonna be hard for you to get some sleep, Bucky noticed that you were snoring softly in no time. 

Well, well. But he promised he’d keep his hands to himself tonight. You’d been through enough already. And you felt safe enough to sleep at his place, he wasn’t gonna take any risks tonight. 

However, he didn’t realise that you didn’t make any such promises. Because about half an hour later, Bucky felt you scooting closer to him. And closer. And closer, until you were almost on top of him. Shoving your face into his neck, wrapping your limbs around him and squirming until you found a comfy spot like he was just another teddy you slept with. 

He didn’t mind being handled like that at all. 

God damn. Bucky tried to hold back his smirk as he looked down to find his leg in between yours. Huh. And it wasn’t long before that familiar gasp escaped your mouth. He watched how you slowly, subtly rubbed yourself on his thigh, leaving a patch of wetness on his grey sweats surely. 

“Oh fuck, baby. Really? Now?” He murmured, but not moving an inch. 

Your soft whimpers and moans were muffled, and your body was warm, moving mindlessly against his. Your quick breaths warm against his neck, 

“This is torture, baby.” He whispered against your forehead. “What are you dreaming about now, huh?” 

He endured the sweet torture for a few more minutes, until his hands were literally shaking from how hard he had to work to hold back from touching you. And he just had to do something about this so he gently rolled you over until he was right above you, but the movement woke you right up. 

Bucky watched how you blinked once, then again. Until you were fully awake. Then you looked up at him and gasped quietly. “Oh… um,” You stuttered, surely remembering the dream from mere moments ago. “Bucky, I–,” 

“Yeah, you better explain yourself.” He said, looking dead into your eyes, forcing you to hold his stare. “What was that, huh? I keep you safe, I let you into my home, and this is what I get? Hmm?” He chuckled. “What were you dreaming about that got you using me like this, huh?” 

Another surprised gasp. “I’m sorry.” 

“Oh no, no, no. Don’t apologise, angel. Just tell me the truth. What were you dreaming of?” 

Silence. He was sick of it by now. 

But how could you tell him? The sinful truth? 

That you were dreaming of him fucking you right into this matress? That you dreamt of this, him all big and strong above you. Or that this wasn’t the first time you had dreams like these? 

He leaned in again, brushing his nose with yours. “Talk to me, baby. Please. I need to know.” He sounded desperate. “Tell me,” he warned. “Or I’ll just have to use my imagination until you confess.” 

A pleasant shiver danced down your spine at the sound of that voice. That raw, feral tone. Fuck. It turned you all gooey inside. He was so close. He was so warm, and his body weight slowly pressing down on you felt so good. 

Bucky grabbed both your wrists and pinned them above your head before he straddled your body. His big thighs on either side of you. 

“Come on, baby.” He tilted his head to the side, admiring the sight of you under him. You looked so perfect that he couldn’t wait to ruin you. He felt his cock, getting hard and pressing against his sweats, and you could too. 

His body heat wrapped around you just like it had in your dream and you almost whined at how good it felt. Fuck, it felt like you were losing your mind. 

He leaned down and trailed the cold tip of his nose along your neck. “Now, tell daddy all about that naughty dream.”

“Bucky, I-,” 

He cut you off by quickly dragging one hand down your body, squeezing your clothed breast briefly before he trailed further down and slid his hand in between your thighs while he stared deep into your eyes. “The truth, angel. Don’t make me ask you again.” 

“I– I can’t.” 

Bucky smirked, “Fine then, have it your way.” He kept both your wrists pinned above your head, holding them in place in one hand while the other roamed your body, paying extra attention to your breasts. 

You just gasped and writhed under him, only letting out a yelp when he pinched your nipple. 

“Please…” you said, breathlessly, “Bucky–,” 

“Aww, what is it? Does that feel good? Hmm? Here?” He asked as he gently traced the outline of your PJ shorts with his finger. He ran a finger over your front and chuckled when you arched your back ever so gently at his touch. “Does it feel just as good as in your dreams, baby?” He whispered into your ear as he pressed his finger to your clothed clit. “No one’s had this, huh? I can tell by the way you react to my touch, angel. No one’s ever touched you properly.” 

You couldn’t hold back the moan which escaped your lips as he slowly dragged your shorts down your legs. Then throwing them behind him somewhere. 

“No…” you mumbled. 

“Aww, my poor baby. Guess I have a lot to make up for then.” 

“Please.” You begged, barely able to hold back. You didn’t know where this shamelessness came from. You didn’t care anymore. You wanted him. You’d care about the consequences, if any, later. 

Bucky scoffed gently. “Ask nicely.” 

“Please, Bucky…” you begged again, “Please, I need you to touch me.” 

He smirked, satisfied. “Oh, babygirl. I’ve got you.” He slid his thigh higher up in between your legs, parting them further. “Anything you want, you can have it.” He pressed his fingers against your clothed core and lazily ran his knuckles up and down your wet folds. “You’re so wet for daddy, angel.” He commented, adding to the heat all over your face. 

He caught the way you lifted your hips off the bed, wanting his fingers more. Wanting more. He watched how you whined and whimpered under him. Suddenly he couldn’t believe he’d survived all those years without you in his bed. How did he even live without this? 

“You want more, baby?” He asked, leaning down and wrapping his warm mouth around your clothed, hard nipple. “Hmm?” He asked again, licking around your nipple, the warmth of his mouth seeping through the thin fabric of your PJs. You arched more into his mouth. 

“Yes…please.” You cried out, barely able to speak properly as he teased you with his mouth and fingers. 

Bucky kissed his way up your neck, and pressed his mouth to yours, kissing you gently just as he pushed your shorts and underwear aside and his fingers found their way past your folds. You moaned as he pushed one finger past your entrance. Or tried to at least. You were rather tense, and so tight he could barely fit a proper finger in. 

He groaned into your mouth. “Be nice to me, baby. Let me in, come on now.” He whispered against your lips. 

You gasped and moaned against his warm, open mouth. “I can’t– I don’t know how.” You murmured. 

Fuck. That soft little plea almost killed him. And oh, he loved it. “Gonna have to teach you everything, huh?” He teased. “Come on then, don’t be so tense. Relax, just let me touch you. It’s okay, baby. It’s just me. See? Just me,” he kissed your lips again. “Let daddy in, baby.” 

You exhaled slowly, relaxing under him and then he tried again. He pulled his finger out and pushed it back in, sliding in further this time and curled it just right inside of you. He muffled your moan with a rough kiss, he bit your lip before shoving his tongue past your lips and kissing you like he was famished. “There we go, angel.” He said, finger-fucking you slowly. “See? That wasn’t so hard, huh? Just like that, baby. Let it happen. There you go, there’s my good girl.” He growled against your lips, his voice fueling the fire inside you. “No one else is allowed to touch you. Did I make myself clear?” His warm breath made you tremble under him. “You’re my girl. My baby. Only mine.” 

You simply nodded, too far away and mind foggy with pleasure to even process what he was saying. 

Bucky’s mouth left your lips as he kissed his way down your body, letting go of your wrists and undressing you as he went. Your PJs and underwear found themselves on his bedroom floor as he settled himself in between your legs. His handsome face was mere inches away from your dripping core. 

You’d never done this before, so instinctively you tried to scoot away or cover yourself but Bucky’s grip on your thighs was firm as he kept you in place. “Ah, ah. Where do you think you’re going, huh?” 

There was a wild hunger in his eyes. As he knelt in between your legs. You felt his warm breath against your body as he spoke, lips brushing against your inner thigh, “This pretty little cunt is mine now,” he kissed your skin so softly and it made your whole body tingle, “So fucking wet, and all mine. I’ll taste it, touch it, fuck it, pet it, whenever I fucking want. You hear me?” He growled before he leaned in and kissed your wet folds, his tongue slowly circling around your throbbing clit and licking down, parting your wet folds with ease.

You cried out in pleasure as his wet, hot mouth sucked on your clit, while he slowly pushed his finger back into you again, brushing against a sensitive spot inside you this time which made you gasp and moan out loud. 

A sweet pressure formed deep inside you as you felt his tongue stroking your most sensitive parts. “So fucking sweet…” Bucky chuckled as he looked up at you and found you with your eyes shut, head thrown back in pleasure. “Look at me.” He ordered and the authority in his voice made you tremble. “Look at me or I’ll stop.” 

You opened your eyes and supported your upper body up with your elbows digging into the mattress and you took in the sight of him in between your legs. His strong arms wrapped around your thighs, keeping you in place and close to him. “Keep your eyes on me, baby. I want you to watch me as I taste your little cunt.” 

He maintained eye contact as he licked in between your wet folds again, making you whine as he teased you with his mouth and finger. His touch was deliberately slow, pleasurably agonizing. 

You cried out, whimpering and begging him to take you already. You could no longer deal with his teasing. “Please…” you begged. 

Bucky smirked, removing his drenched finger from you. “I know, baby.” He kissed your thighs leisurely, purposely avoiding touching you where he knew you needed him the most. “I know it feels good, doesn’t it? But not yet, angel…” he kissed along your soft skin, gently biting your thighs. You hissed in pleasure. “I’m gonna taste this wet, greedy little virgin cunt until you’re shaking, you hear me?”

You nodded frantically, his words turning you on more than you expected them to. You could feel your arousal trickling out of you, one drop at a time. But Bucky didn’t let none of it go to waste. He was starving. He’d waited too long for this. He was gonna savour each fucking drop. He leaned in and latched his mouth onto your core again, sucking and licking and teasing you until you were a whimpering mess. 

His sole purpose was to take his time, and taste you and make you come undone all over his tongue. You whined and whimpered under him, with your legs soon wrapped around his head.

“You taste so good, baby…” he mumbled, closing his eyes, shamelessly humming and moaning at how you tasted on his tongue. Your taste drove him wild, so did your soft whimpers. “So fucking sweet. I could spend the rest of my days right here, face buried in your wet little cunt…” he purred. “Taking my time and making you come over, and over, and over again until all you can think about is me.” 

His deep blue eyes watched how you lost control under his touch, legs shaking as he teased your entrance with the tip of his tongue. His hands wrapped around your thighs, securing you in his grip as he pushed his face further into you, making you cry out loud. He made you cum so frequently that your orgasms just overlapped effortlessly, making you gasp for air as your body writhed under him. 

You whined wantonly, “Please…” you begged, and tried scooting away from him. But his grip around your thigh tightened and he kept you in place. “It’s too much, please…” you didn’t want him to stop. Ever. But you were so damn sensitive that even just his hot breath fanning your wet folds was making you moan out loud.

“Oh I know it’s too much,” He made you come one more time and then kissed his way up to your mouth again. “But you deserve it, baby.” He kissed your lips as he hovered over you, rough and deep, and you tasted yourself on his tongue. “And I’m not done with you yet.” He whispered against your swollen lips. “I’m a greedy man, baby. I want more. And you will give me more, won’t you? Won’t you be a good girl and let daddy have you? Hmm?” 

You looked up at him and nodded, panting and shaking under his gaze. He gave you a brief kiss on the lips then lifted off you for just a moment to get rid of his clothes. Once done, he was hovering over your naked body again. Frankly, he loved the sight of you, naked, hot and squirming against the dark sheets of his bed. He wanted to keep you there forever. 

He was gonna keep you there forever. 

He smirked, and leaned in closer to you, his hand reaching up to hold your jaw carefully, firmly. “I’m gonna get us some condoms later, okay? I need this right now and I cannot wait. And I know neither can you. So I’m going in bare just this once, okay?” 

You nodded. You whimpered, bit your lip and looked up at him. “It’s gonna hurt?” 

“No,” He reassured you. “Got you nice and wet for me. Just, let me in, okay? Don’t be all tense like earlier. Okay, baby?” 

You nodded again. 

“I’ve got you. You belong to me. My girl. My fucking woman. And I’m gonna make it feel good, okay?” He continued, “You’re mine, and I’m gonna be the first and last one to fuck you, you hear me? There’s gonna be no one else, or I will do terrible things to the motherfucker.” 

You couldn’t help but giggle and leaned into his touch a little more. He noticed and his eyes softened briefly before the wild hunger took over again.

“You’re gonna be the death of me.” He cooed. 

Bucky’s body settled in between your legs comfortably again, and he leaned in to kiss you. Your lips were all swollen and tingly, but still you moaned through the kiss as he pulled you even closer. You felt his thick and hard cock resting against your thighs as he touched you wherever he could, letting his hands linger at your breasts and taking his sweet time caressing and kissing your skin. 

“Such a sweet girl for me,” He murmured. “Yeah, you are. You know that, don’t you?” 

His hands slipped in between your legs with ease, caressing your inner thighs as he went. You moaned into the kiss, his touch was slow, and gentle but also fiery. His knuckles gently stroked your wet, sensitive folds, making you shiver at his touch. He ran his fingers up and down, gathering and smearing your arousal around. 

He stared into your eyes, his face still dangerously close to yours. “You trust daddy, don’t you?” he asked. His voice strained and deep, gravelly with lust.

You nodded a little too quickly. “I do.” 

He smiled and leaned in again, kissing you and toying with your clit at the same time. You whimpered and squirmed under him, and he smirked through the kiss before pulling away from your lips, and pressed his forehead on yours gently as he slowly pushed his erected cock past your tight entrance, pulling your legs up to wrap them around his waist. 

Fuck, his lean waist to broad shoulders ratio was driving you insane. You didn’t know a man’s body could be that mouthwatering. You whimpered and moaned out loud as he pushed into you, the feeling foreign and uncomfortable for a few seconds. 

He grunted as he stopped halfway, “Are you okay, baby? Look at me.” 

You lifted your head up and stared into his eyes. You nodded. “I’m okay.” 

Bucky leaned in to kiss you again, before pulling away to look down as his cock slowly disappeared inside your hole. “Fuck.” The sight alone could have been his undoing. He hissed as he filled you up entirely, and he gave you a couple of seconds to adjust. You were so tight that he had to fight with all his might to keep his cock inside of you. Your walls were clenching violently around his throbbing cock, almost pushing him out. 

You were whimpering all along and he kept kissing you to ease with the brief pain. 

“You’re doing so good, baby. Just stay like that, okay? Just open for me, breathe. I’ve got you. I’ve got you, my angel.” He was breathless by the time he grabbed both your hands, laced your fingers together with his and pinned your interlaced hands down on the bed, above your head.

Staring deep into your eyes while he was fucking deep inside you was the kind of overwhelming feeling he didn’t know he could experience. He had always wondered how he would feel inside you. How wet you’d be, how warm and how tight and snug you’d feel… but you felt better than he ever imagined. 

You were so full of his thick cock that you couldn’t even form a proper thought. His lips found yours again, trying to get you to stay quiet while he gently rolled his hips against yours. He pulled out and pushed himself back into you, and watched in awe how you struggled to keep quiet and take him. 

He lowered his face again, and leaned into your ear. “You feel so good, baby…” he whispered, groaning by the end and letting go of your hands to hold your body. He gripped your waist and pushed deeper into you. You heard him gasp and swear under his breath as he rocked into you. Your nails sank into his skin, around his broad shoulders, which you held onto for dear life as he pounded into you.

You moaned out loud as he pushed deeper and deeper into you each time. He felt large and thick inside you, brushing against sensitive spots. Your back arched each time he thrust deep into you, stretching you out completely. 

Your legs trembled around his waist, he thrust deeper into you, and in the daze he was in, he mumbled right in your ear, “Fucking dreamt about fucking this pussy. I never knew it’d feel this fucking good…” His voice cracked and the sound of his moans and grunts sent tingles dancing down your spine. 

Your back arched off the bed as you felt a familiar warmth washing over you. Bucky growled and bit down on your shoulder to keep himself from making any loud noises while he fucked you even harder. He was relentless. 

You whimpered as he grabbed you by the throat and pulled you closer against him. “You’re so good to me, baby,” he mumbled against your skin. His hand found its way to your front and he pressed the palm of his hand against your lower abdomen. He liked feeling the bulge forming there each time he thrust his cock deep into you. “Feel that? That’s me in there, filling you up. Fucking you just right. Feels good, doesn’t it, baby?” 

You could only moan and whimper in response while he kept pounding into you incessantly.

“You’re all mine.” Bucky mumbled in a daze, and you barely heard him as the only thing you focused on was the sounds your bodies made when in contact with one another, along with your whimpers and your incoherent words while he fucked you like there’s no tomorrow. 

You felt him quicken his pace. You tightened around him, and he groaned, pounding into you, growling and mumbling under his breath. You felt the pressure in between your hips grow until you could barely hold back any longer. 

With a few more strokes of his thick cock, you felt his thrust becoming irregular, and felt his cock throb against your walls. You tightened around him, feeling the burning hot need to come grow hotter and hotter inside you until it exploded. 

You came with a loud moan, gushing all around him. Bucky came right after you, buried deep within you. “Fuck, fuck, fuck!” His warm cum shot at your walls and trickled out of you when he carefully pulled out. “So fucking good to me.” 

You were hazy and worn-out already, so all you remember is snuggling up to him and placing your head on his chest. His body was warm, his heartbeats racing as he pulled you closer. 

“You okay, baby?” He asked, running a soothing hand up and down your back. 

You snuggled closer to him, seeking his body heat. “Yeah.” 

You were both silent for a while. You were drifting off to sleep again, he could tell. 

Bucky looked down at you, all nice and cuddled at his side. He thought he was borderline insane before. Before he had you. But now that you were all his, now that he’d had a taste and you were naked in his bed, Bucky’s thoughts scared him. Because he realised that there was absolutely nothing he wouldn’t do for you. 

He watched as you fell back asleep quickly. He decided he was gonna let you sleep for another hour or two before you both had to get up for work. 

“Isn’t this nice, baby?” He rolled onto his side and parted your legs gently, sliding his cock back into you. “Just wanna feel your warmth for a little bit.” He kissed you all over your face while you murmured something and melted into his arms again. “That’s it, baby. You’re safe with me.” He whispered. 

Safe with him, yes. But the thought of you out and about in the world, out of his sight, was driving him mad.

Suddenly, he realised that mere cameras inside your home weren't gonna be enough.

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a/n: wdym "dark" bucky??? He’s so sweet!!! isn't he???

[sinner-as-saint]

I feel it turning into addiction - Part 1

Dark!Biker!Bucky x Reader au 

mini series masterlist

Summary: He was too old for this. Crushing on his next door neighbour? Unbelievable. He should leave the poor girl alone. But fuck, he couldn’t. Could he? After all, you were so sweet, and gentle, and kind, and always baked things in the middle of the night and left boxes and baskets filled with sweet-smelling treats at his doorstep for him to find almost each morning. And what did he do in return? He imagined all the sinful ways he could make you whine and whimper for him. He was bad for you, he knew that. People called him all sorts of things: criminal, gang leader, outlaw. Bucky Barnes was bad news. But did that stop him? No. You being so forbidden just solidified his addiction. Bucky Barnes never claimed to be a good man, so he’d do whatever it takes to get whatever he wanted. And all he wanted was you. 

Themes throughout the series: somnophilia, dub con, dark!bucky, age gap, smut, explicit language, biker!bucky, younger!reader, loss of virginity, mild daddy kink, mentions of stalking, voyeurism, 

“Hi angel,” Bucky whispered, his hand reaching out to caress your face. His fingers touching your soft skin gently as he knelt beside your bed. “I’ve missed you today.” 

Your bedroom was mostly dark. Except for the night light you always kept on. Bucky caught a glimpse of himself in the mirror in your room. Him, still in his riding gear in the middle of your cute ass bedroom which was always just the right amount of messy. 

It was only a couple hours before sunrise and this was when you were in your deepest sleep. He knew that because… well, this wasn’t the first time he snuck into your room like a creep. 

“I know I said I would stop last time,” He murmured, letting his fingers roam across your cheek. “I said I would leave you alone. But I can’t, baby. I tried. Truly, I did. But then…” He sighed. “I worry about you a lot. I think about how my poor baby must be all alone, all alone and cold in her room. And I just,” He sighed again, “I just had to come see you, angel.” 

Bucky reached for your hand and held it in his. Your warmth chasing away the icy coldness of his skin. He hissed. He should really start wearing his gloves when riding at night. His biggest fear was that one night you’d wake up due to his icy touch. “Can’t have that now, can we?” He said. “Anyway,” He got up and sat on the edge of your bed, your hand still in his. Your soft snores still steady. “How was your day? I drove by your shop today, seemed busy so I didn’t come in like I often do.” He smiled, thinking about you in your cosy little café. “But that’s fine. You’ll probably leave some treats on my porch in the morning, huh?” He brought your hand up to his lips, kissing your knuckles. “My perfect girl. You’re so good to me, you know that?” 

Silence. Always fucking silence. 

“I wish I could just… be a normal guy, you know? Take you out, treat you real nice, and actually have a conversation with you. But I’m bad news, baby.” He confessed. “You know that though, don’t you? You hear all the talk about me and my boys, and how we’re criminals and the bad guys.” He chuckled. “Part of it is true. But that doesn’t stop you from being kind to me, does it? However, being with me would mean danger at every corner for you. Right now, at least. There’s some bad guys after me right now, I gotta deal with that. And I can’t bring you into this right now. You see why I do this? Why I hide in the dark and come talk to you when you barely even listen to me? I gotta keep you safe, baby. I–,” 

A murmur cut him off. A soft sigh escaping your lips. A gentle, sleepy whisper. “Buck…” 

He froze. Fuck! He waited. And waited for you to wake up, slap him across the face and ask him to leave, or threaten to call the police. He waited. But you didn’t move. So you were still asleep? Bucky frowned, waiting a couple more seconds before he spoke again. 

“Dreaming of me, baby?” He bent down, leaning in to get closer to your face. “What was that, huh? You calling for me, angel? I’m right here.” He dared to press his lips gently to your forehead. “Right here with you.” 

Another sleepy incoherent murmur, a faint groan, and you shifted in your sleep and ended up bringing Bucky’s hand to your chest, cradling it like it was your favourite teddy bear. Bucky chuckled.

“What’s going on, hmm?” He leaned in to press his lips to your cheek. “What are you dreaming about?” 

He could make out what you said this time. You sighed again, then whispered mindlessly, “Please, Buck…” 

That sent a shiver straight down his spine. He felt hot all over. He couldn’t believe this. He could always tell there was some sort of tension between you and him but this? This was new territory. One he was more than willing to explore. He watched as you brought his hand upward, towards your neck, as if seeking his touch, and your body squirmed on your bed. Almost as if… you were trying to lift your hips, seeking friction. 

“Oh, baby… you’re killing me here.” He whispered, pulling away to watch the show for a little longer. And fuck, the slow movements of your hips, the gasps, and the incoherent murmurs… they were doing things to him. He couldn’t explain it. The mere thought of cute, pretty, innocent you having a naughty dream starring him was his undoing. 

So he did something he never dared to before. He slid his hand under your covers, under your layers of blankets, until he touched your soft, warm skin. “Oh fuck, baby.” He hissed. “Who said you were allowed to sleep naked, huh?” He leaned in and kissed your nose. “You’re so soft, angel.” His hand travelled down your stomach, all the way until he reached in between your thighs. “And what’s this?” He teased, “You’re having a wet dream? Look at that, baby. You’re fucking dripping all over my fingers.” 

He let his fingers explore a little bit, dipping into your wetness just enough to make you gasp. You remained asleep, he was certain of that. But your body, your hips did those little movements that drove him insane. 

“Look at you.” He whispered against your open mouth. “You’re being a very bad girl, baby. Letting me touch you like this…” He carefully slid a finger in, and watched how you moaned and squirmed. “Not even gonna put up a fight, huh? Is it because your body knows it belongs to me?” 

“Please…” A soft murmur escaped your lips, followed by some more incoherent words. 

“Oh, babygirl.” He kissed down your chin, your neck. “Is this what you want? Is this what you’re dreaming about?” He chuckled when he felt you clench around his finger slightly. “Aww, don’t worry. Daddy’s here, baby. I’m gonna take care of you.” He tried sliding his finger deeper but he couldn’t. “Fuck, angel. Come on, let me in.” He murmured, still kissing your skin. “Let daddy in, baby, come on.” He kept trying, but he didn’t wanna force it in either. “So fucking tight.” He hissed, “How are we gonna fit my cock in there if you won’t let my finger in, hmm?” 

Another gasp, another gentle moan fell from your lips and Bucky was fucking dying. 

“Come on, baby. Be nice to me. Let me in.” He begged, nuzzling your neck as he slid his finger in and out of you, going in just knuckle deep before pulling out and repeating. “Not gonna let me in, huh? You’re gonna tease me like this? Hmm? Gonna make daddy work for it? Make me beg for it?” 

A louder gasp escaped your lips, and Bucky froze again, thinking you’d woken up. But no. You were still in that dreamy state. Still having whatever naughty dream you were having. Featuring him, of course. And just the thought of that inflated his ego so much he could barely handle it. 

“Soon, angel.” He whispered against your skin, his thumb lazily rubbing your clit and making you quicken those sleepy squirms. “Soon, I’ll make all your dirty little dreams come true, okay? I promise you.” He kissed his way up to your mouth again, kissing your lips softly. “Won’t you come for daddy, baby? Hmm? Doesn’t this feel good?” 

A quiet whine was all he got, and a whimper. 

“There we go,” He kissed along your jaw. “That’s my good girl. Coming for daddy without even knowing, huh?” Bucky pulled his hand away, shoving his fingers straight into his mouth. He held back a groan. “Fuck, you even taste perfect. I’ll taste you properly soon, okay?” 

He gave you one last kiss before he checked the time and it was getting closer and closer to sunrise, which is when you usually woke up and got ready for the day. He knew he had to leave. Even though all he wanted was to slide under those warm covers and fuck you till the sun sets. But no. Not now. 

“There’s some guys causing trouble in our area, baby. Let me deal with that then I’ll finally take you out and spoil you like you deserve to be. Hmm? Can you wait till then?” He chuckled. “Of course you can. Cause you’re my good girl.” Another kiss on your forehead and he said, “Keep dreaming of me, angel. I’ll see you soon, okay?” 

And then he left the same way he entered your bedroom. Through the window. The taste of you still lingering on his tongue. And Bucky knew now that he was well and truly addicted. And there was no going back now. 

Ready or not, angel.

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a/n: it's gonna be a short series, dw. Also i'll be making a tag list (if anyone's interested, lemme know)

[erina00]

Happy One Anniversary I With VI

Has it been a year since I've been here? Yes! Has it been a year since I started to have a obsessing over Bucky? Yes! Do I still have it? Yes! Is it a strong? Yes! every day!

On this occasion, I found a way to celebrate, choosing my favorite story from EVERY writer I've read since I've been here.

Enjoy!

Have I gone through 1000+ fic? yes was it difficult to choose one story? yes

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🍀@idk-karla

⁀જ➣The Neighbor

🍀@artficlly

⁀જ➣me & the devil

🍀@marvelstoriesepic

⁀જ➣Change your mind

🍀@sunday-bug

⁀જ➣Longing in Lane

🍀@byhuenii

⁀જ➣You had me at hello

🍀@juniebjonesin

⁀જ➣fading away

🍀@vunblr

⁀જ➣It's Only October 4th (vol 1)

🍀@heldbybarnes

⁀જ➣holding your hand

🍀@mandoalorian

⁀જ➣lessons in love

🍀@firelilyfox

⁀જ➣Happy To Help

🍀@flockoff-featherface

⁀જ➣Dungeons, Dragons and Desire

🍀@navybrat817

⁀જ➣Hold You Tight

🍀@blowingbarnes

⁀જ➣Only Ever You

🍀@imtaashu

⁀જ➣Your name, my dog tags

🍀@barnes-babydoll

⁀જ➣Pinned Against Each Other

🍀@buckysouvenir

⁀જ➣just a dress

🍀@aquaticmercy

⁀જ➣When Everything's Made To Be Broken

🍀@elixirfromthestars

⁀જ➣No Rest For The Wicked

🍀@pellucid-constellations

⁀જ➣Hold My Girl

🍀@cherryswe3ts

⁀જ➣hot

🍀@iamthatonefangirl

⁀જ➣dear god

🍀@wildflowersandvibranium

⁀જ➣Honey & Steel

🍀@mcrdvcks

⁀જ➣sweet nothin'

🍀@knowledgeableknitter

⁀જ➣Heavy Lifting

🍀@dear-dark-angel

⁀જ➣my midnight angel

🍀@phoenix-in-writing

⁀જ➣Hail Mary

🍀@gremlin-girly

⁀જ➣Wandering Eyes

🍀@54nboo

⁀જ➣down time

🍀@anonymityisfunwriter

⁀જ➣Never Been Kissed

🍀@sunsetmade

⁀જ➣Under the Streetlight

🍀@malum-forev

⁀જ➣Unexpected

🍀@n3ptoonz

⁀જ➣Timeless

🍀@sluterainterluder

⁀જ➣The complete Knock

🍀@barnesandashes

⁀જ➣get jealous

🍀@lovelybarnes

⁀જ➣Flirting and Football

🍀@castielscaplan

⁀જ➣Fire and the Little Bird

🍀@buckybarnes82

⁀જ➣A very nostalgic Valentine’s Day

🍀@societyfolklore

⁀જ➣Dangerous Notes

🍀@cassiemaebarnes

⁀જ➣Drunk Confessions

🍀@ceriseheaven

⁀જ➣50/50

🍀@whoispedro

⁀જ➣every little thing she does

🍀@crybabycabin

⁀જ➣pressure points

🍀@lucy-literates

⁀જ➣Only If You Do

🍀@superbassbuck

⁀જ➣Teach Me, Congressman

🍀@ilovolderman

⁀જ➣Borrowed Fairy Tales

🍀@chrisevansleftpeck

⁀જ➣Cherry Lips

🍀@rootedinrevisions

⁀જ➣A Firework Kind of Feeling

🍀@rosesaints

⁀જ➣reckless fever, lover girl!

🍀@happy74827

⁀જ➣Bruised Shadows

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dividers by @/honeyluvsw

pngs by @/llocket

[iamthatonefangirl]

ERINA!!!! OMGGGGG so so honored to be on this list, you are so kind. genuinely shocked that you picked this story of mine especially since it’s unfinished 😭😭😭 but i’m so so so glad you enjoyed. all of us writers appreciate you so much, I know I do, so thank you for the support 🤍🤍 lots of love!!

[erina00]

I have fun reading religion then stories ❤️

[aquaticmercy]

if you’re still taking short story request, maybe a hate sex scenario with Dex but it’s not really hate sex it’s just complicated with a lot of history.

(congrats on the wedding btw! I feel like everyone and their mother in this fandom knows of you getting married and I’m personally treating it as a celebrity wedding hehe)

You and Dex Have a Complicated Relationship

WC 1.1k

TW does this count as exes with benefits? violence, gun threat, ex!FBI reader, toxic situationship, enemies-to-lovers-ish-maybe, explicit sexual content, Dex is implied to work for Mr. Charles.

You and Dex used to sleep with each other, back when you worked together in the FBI.

Now, almost a decade later, he’s apparently a CIA black ops assassin and you’re working private security for dickheads.

Your dickhead for the evening is a billionaire who’s aware he has too many enemies, attending a gala full of people pretending not to hate him. He pays well enough that you spend the night in silk with a gun strapped high on your thigh, scanning balconies, reflective surfaces, and every bored rich bastard with a hand inside his jacket.

Then you see Dex across the ballroom, and you know immediately who he’s been sent to kill. 

His eyes drop, not subtly, to the slit of your dress where he knows a weapon is hidden, and he smiles. 

Dex doesn’t make attempts at your client like an amateur. He waits until the crowds gather and the music swells. Then, your client steps too close to the west corridor because he wants to whisper some disgusting thing to a senator’s wife.

Dex tries to get him there.

You catch his wrist before the blade clears his sleeve and twist. Dex pivots into it, because he was always slippery like that. You drive your knee into his side, hook your ankle behind his, and put him on the ground.

The knife skitters under a decorative table and Dex hits the carpet on his back.

You step over him and plant your heel in the middle of his chest.“Stay down.”

Dex looks up at you, pupils blown, mouth parted.

He should be calculating his next move, except Dex has always liked being overpowered by you.

He swallows. Your client makes a pathetic noise behind you.

You can see exactly how much Dex is enjoying himself.

For the next two hours, the gala becomes the most expensive foreplay you have ever been forced to participate in. Dex tries the balcony so you shove your client under some cover. Dex switches to the service corridor, and you’re already there. He tries to use a champagne flute off a waiter’s tray as a projectile, and you push your client behind a marble pillar.

Every time he gets close, you put your body between him and the target.

At midnight, your contract ends.

Your client checks his watch smugly, like surviving the evening means he won. You escort him to his car, already done, already thinking about getting out of the dress.

Dex kills him in his own home. Technically not interfering with your job. 

You find him in your hotel room twenty minutes later because he wants to be found. He is sitting on the edge of your desk, still in that black suit, bruising blooming at his throat where you grabbed him.

The bastard looks pleased with himself.

You sigh and take off your earrings. “Did you kill my client?”

Dex tilts his head. “Technically, he stopped being your client at midnight.”

You tilt your head. “You think that makes it better?”

“I think it makes it funny,” he says. 

You slap him, and then he looks back at you with a red mark on his cheek.

You grab his shirt and shove him further into the desk.

He lets you be rough with him like it’s a privilege. After all, your anger is still attention and attention from you is the only thing he has ever really wanted 

“You ruined my job,” you hiss.

His hands find your waist. “I’ll pay whatever they dock you.”

“You can’t.” It almost makes you laugh thinking he can afford you. It doesn’t matter anyway. The contract was done, you still get paid.

“No,” Dex says, and there he is, honest in the worst possible way. “But I can make it up to you.”

Dex flips this around and drops to his knees. He’s on the floor in front of you, hands sliding under your dress, mouth pressing against the inside of your thigh.

Your hand goes into his hair to shove him away, but it’s a weak attempt. Before you know it, you’re gripping him to drag him closer to your arousal. 

“I missed this.” His teeth scrape carefully over your thigh enough to remind you exactly what his mouth can do. “Missed when you were mad at me.”

You pull his hair hard enough to make his eyes lift. “Shut up and do your fucking job.”

For once, he does and puts his mouth where you need it.

After your first orgasm, he looks up with his mouth wet.

“You forgive me yet?” he asks.

You shove him back by the forehead.

He laughs, then stands because he knows you too well. He knows the limit of your patience, he knows that you’re two seconds from climbing him like a tree.

He turns you around and bends you over the desk, and for whatever reason, you let him. Papers scatter and  the lamp wobbles. Dex is behind you, one hand dragging your dress over your hips while the other works his belt open.

He fills you in one steady stroke.

“Sweetheart,” he breathes as he thrusts, pressing in close behind you. “Come on. ‘M sorry.”

“Fuck you.”

“That’s the idea.”

You should hate that it makes you laugh.

Dex kisses the back of your shoulder, your spine, anywhere he can reach while he takes you apart like he used to in the New York FBI office, in the blindspot between the filing cabinets and the copy machine. He keeps saying please like it means something. Please forgive me. Please don’t throw me out yet. Please, sweetheart, I missed you, I missed you so much, you have no idea.

By morning, the desk has moved halfway across the room and your dress is ruined.

Dex is sitting on the edge of the bed, buttoning his shirt carefully as if he didn’t spend half the night on his knees and the other half making a mess of you.

You pick your gun up from the nightstand and point it at his chest.

Dex looks at the barrel. He knows you won’t pull the trigger. Worse, he knows you know he knows.

You cock your head toward the door. “You can fuck off now.”

For a second, he just stares at you, eyes sparkling with a hint of fondness.

Then the cocky bastard leans down and kisses you.

You should bite his fucking nose off. You kiss him back instead because you’re not entirely sure, anymore, if the gut feeling in your stomach is still hatred. It feels too familiar, like wanting him to come back so you can throw him out again.

When Dex pulls away, he smiles against your mouth. “See you soon, sweetheart.”

You should spit in his face, but Dex would like that too much.

A month later, you are at a different gala with a different dickhead, watching champagne bubbles rise, when you see Dex across the ballroom, already smiling at you. 

You roll your eyes because, unfortunately, you know exactly how this night is going to end.

Rinse and repeat.

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Note : thank you for all the wedding-related comments! I didn’t expect everyone to care this much, I just wanted people to know why I would be on a little break. Eternally grateful, though!🫶🫶🫶

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

False Flag 3

Warnings: this series contains dark elements such as noncon and rape, manipulation, mentions of human trafficking, blowjob, loss of virginity, choking.

This is a dark!fic and explicit. 18+ only. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

PART ONE PART TWO

Character: Nick Fowler

Synopsis: A normal day turns out to be entirely unusual after you find yourself the target of some unseemly criminals.

Note: Here’s the final part in my stalker gift to @navybrat817​. Enjoy, you marvelous being.

Thanks to everyone for reading and thanks in advance for all your feedback. :) Please reblog if you can <3

I really hope you enjoy. 💋

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Your displacement grows as the days pass. You’re homesick but the thought of your trashed apartment keeps you from lingering on that thought. Rather, you want to be somewhere you feel you belong. 

You shouldn’t be here. You’re not interesting, you’re not special, you can’t be caught up in this mess of stalking and trafficking. It’s absurd. 

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[little-miss-dilf-lover]

18+ dex who loves to make you sweat

fem! reader, mdni. 802 words. cw: he turns the AC off so he can make her sweat more, dex using his weight to keep reader in a position, pinv sex, sweat sweat sweat, hints of multiple climaxes, general filth

around this time of year with temperatures soaring like they are, your means of cooling down around the apartment had grown used and abused — fans and AC tired from their continuous and rather extensive use.

with them being on almost all hours through the day, there was only one time where dex would cut their power; a time where no one ever should do such thing. 

it's not when you leave the apartment, or when you take a shower, but rather when you fuck — well, when he fucks you. 

it's a control element, you believe. if there was a variable that could possibly be controlled, dex will find a way. even if it meant something as outlandish as your temperature. 

dex is particular about what he likes, about what he doesn't. though when it came to you, he found that the lines would blur for what he typically permits. there wasn't one person he'd let touch him with such sweaty mitts, but with you, it was as if he'd actively seek it out.

and that's why when it would get to temperatures like these, he'd do whatever he deems necessary in order to feel your body sweat against his.

the position he's got you in is close, far too close in heatwave like this. it's as if it's to encourage the sweat production that needs no such aid: sticky back against the sheets, knees hiked up as close to your chest as you can muster. though with dex on top, arms hooked under those said bent knees of yours, he's keeping you pinned — position pushing you in on yourself almost. 

there's almost no escaping it, especially not when his thighs trap you in; the upper area above either knee wedging underneath each cheek of your ass. 

a moderate sheen of sweat layers between you, like it's the butter slapped on two slices of bread. it's teetering the scales into something uncomfortable, the stickiness on your skin. with the more each of your bodies produce, the more you slip with every motion and the more evident it becomes as to why he's gripping onto you so tight.

dex keeps his forehead pressed into yours below, the position an effort to keep you put exactly where you are. but with him so close, you fail to acknowledge the veins bulging up the lengths of his throat, the flatness in his dampened hair, the red spreading across his chest — all of which things you love to see on the regular, only now with him obstructing your view, and with eyes as tightly clamped closed as they are, you cannot appreciate the sights you would otherwise swoon over.

you're a mess, rather literally: hairline sodden with sweat, crevices behind your knees and elbows dripping as he coaxes you through yet another climax. fucking you through your fourth, maybe fifth orgasm.

the motion in his hips dips ever so slightly, not enough for it to be a considerable difference, but enough to allow you a moment to catch your breath. 

"I can't, I'm too— I'm too hot," you pant, throat dry. your nails hook and dig into his beefy shoulder blades, crescent moon shapes forming on the surface of his sweaty, reddened skin. "it's too—"

"much. I know."

he stills inside you for a moment, balls pushing up against the lower of your cunt. he pauses, reducing movement to nothing, like he was struggling to restrain himself, battling the own control he has over himself. he couldn't come yet, not when he has you so perfectly and rather pathetically fucked out.

dex keeps his cock plugged deep in your cunt, the crown of his dick lodged in that pocket of tissue beside your cervix. he adjusts himself, only slightly, and lifts his forehead from yours, pulling it away so he can slot into the crook of your neck. 

"I need one more," he breathes against the side of your throat, voice hot and he sears a litter of kisses into your dampened, salty skin. 

he tests you with another pump, the motion slow and steady as he almost, nearly, entirely pulls out. and with that slight movement of his dragging cock, your trapped juices and arousal trickles out your pussy and down your ass; a milky string spilling from your cunt and into a pool on the sheets below.

that experimental thrust grows into a gradually systematic pattern, each wind getting closer and closer, deeper and deeper somehow. the sticky, stinky sweat is uncomfortable, but he's never known himself to be in such a turned on headspace.

you're the only person he wants to be coated in fluids from. there was something about knowing that the way you felt was a direct response from what he, himself, made you feel. and if thats not love, what is?

⎯ 𑄹 ⎯

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

False Flag 2

Warnings: this series contains dark elements such as noncon and rape, manipulation, mentions of human trafficking, and tags to be added.

This is a dark!fic and explicit. 18+ only. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

PART ONE

Character: Nick Fowler

Synopsis: A normal day turns out to be entirely unusual after you find yourself the target of some unseemly criminals.

Note: Here’s another part in my stalker gift to @navybrat817​. Hopefully our third and last part will be next weekend. 

Thanks to everyone for reading and thanks in advance for all your feedback. :)

I really hope you enjoy. 💋

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<3 As usual, I’d appreciate if you let me know what you think with a like or reblog or reply or an ask! Love ya <3

You sit on the bed, legs straight, one crossed over the other, hands in your lap, waiting. It reminds you of when you were a kid, the first one up at the sleepover, waiting for anyone else to wake up so you could do something. Anything.

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[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

False Flag 1

Warnings: this series contains dark elements such as noncon and rape, manipulation, mentions of human trafficking, and tags to be added.

This is a dark!fic and explicit. 18+ only. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Character: Nick Fowler

Synopsis: A normal day turns out to be entirely unusual after you find yourself the target of some unseemly criminals.

Note: I want to firstly apologise to @navybrat817​ that this is gonna be 2-3 parts but also present it to you her as a gift for being amazing and wonderful and kind. 

Thanks to everyone for reading and thanks in advance for all your feedback. :)

I really hope you enjoy. 💋

Divider and banner by me!

<3 As usual, I’d appreciate if you let me know what you think with a like or reblog or reply or an ask! Love ya <3

You have your routines. It keeps your life in order and your mind from unraveling. Focus has never been your best asset but habit makes discipline.

Your therapist says it’s best to keep to a schedule. She’s right, of course. You can’t remember the last time you missed an assignment and as a freelancer, that means your livelihood. So you keep to the calendar, the daily check list, and the colour blocks that make sense of your aimless existence.

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[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Blurred Lines 10

No tag lists. Do not send asks or DMs about updates. Review my pinned post for guidelines, masterlist, etc.

Warnings: this fic will include dark content such as noncon/dubcon, power imbalance, and possible untagged elements. My warnings are not exhaustive, enter at your own risk.

This is a dark!fic and explicit. 18+ only. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Summary: Your relationship with your boss takes an unpredictable turn.

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You rinse off the plates and take your time drying them. You hear Nick behind you as he gulps down the last of his scotch. He stole a bottle out of a cabinet. You turn back and cross to the island where he sits.

“Should I wash that too?” You offer.

He smirks.

“You don’t have to be the maid here,” he girds. “Chill.”

“I am… chill.” You insist. “I’m still a guest and it’s not right to leave a mess.”

He clucks and looks at the glass in his hand. “I’m not done.” He puts it down and pours some more of the brown liquor. You reach for your wine glass but he swipes it first. He adds some of the scotch to it. More than you would.

“Oh, sir, I think the wine was enough–”

“Drink.” He insists as he puts the cap back on the bottle.

“Sir–”

“Ma’am,” he counters as he lifts his glass.

“Nick,” you correct yourself. “I think it’s been a long day.”

“Sure has,” he pauses to swig then pulls the glass away. He wipes a dribble from his bottom lip then clinks his glass on yours. “Shouldn’t waste the good stuff. Not that I mind blowing Hansen’s money.”

You pinch the stem and draw the glass closer. “You sure you’re okay?”

He scoffs. “You really care or you just asking?”

You squint at him. “Well, of course I care.”

“You do?” He raises his glass again then gestures to yours.

You lift it and take a drink. You make a face at the taste. You really don’t like scotch. Too smoky.

“It’s not my brand,” he sniffs. “Too much zest.”

“Mhm,” you cover your mouth as you make yourself swallow.

“It gets better the more you have,” he snickers. “And I need more.”

He tosses back the last of his and reaches for the bottle again. You catch the top of the bottle. “Nick.”

“Hm?” He looks at you.

“Maybe you should slow down,” you suggest gently.

“Maybe you should keep up,” he lets go and grabs your glass, swishing it before you.

You purse your lips. He chuckles again.

“Well, if you’re not going to help, I’ll finish the bottle myself,” he arches a brow.

“Maybe it’s time for bed.”

“Maybe…” he drawls. “Come on. We got the night. Might as well enjoy it.” He holds the glass in front of you. “It will help you sleep.”

“Mmm,” you hum and patiently take the glass.

He watches you. You take a slow sip, steadily letting more through your lips. He taps the bottom of the glass and you nearly choke. You pull the rim away from your mouth and gently push his hand away.

“Well,” he swipes the bottle and flicks the cap off. It pings off the counter and rolls away. “I’m going to finish this in this hot tub then.”

He gets up and spins away. He stops to take a deep gulp from the bottle. You lurch to your feet and put the glass down. Your vision pulses and you shake your head. There isn’t much left in your glass and the scotch is mixing with the chardonnay in your belly.

“Sir– Nick.” You follow after him. “It’s late.”

“Night is young,” he insists as he marches into the hall.

You stop at the doorway. You could let him go. Find the room and just sleep through his chaos. As he takes another swig, you have a vision of him falling in the hot tub and smashing his head in. It might be that maternal instinct or just general anxiety but you wouldn’t sleep with him like this.

“Nick,” you flit after him.

“You know, the water would help your hips.” He tosses over his shoulder as he struts on.

“My hips?” You echo as you follow him outside.

“I see you rubbing them every time you stand up. Hard to miss…” he intones.

The back yard is lit by soft lights, the rippling grotto style hot tub steaming beneath the glare and moonlight. Nick stomps across the deck and down to the water’s edge. He puts the bottle on a stone ledge jutting out of the wall and stretches his neck with a loud crack.

He unbuttons his shirt as you sneak down after him. He strips off the linen and tosses it. You grab the neck of the bottle and he catches your hand. He squeezes it and you gasp.

He brings the bottle to his lips and drinks. You frown. He pops his mouth off then directs the scotch toward you. You lean away.

“Sir,” you push on his shoulder with your other hand.

“You should hop in with me.” He purrs.

“I think you should lay down.”

“We can do that too,” he grabs the back of your head and forces the bottle to your lips. You grunt in surprise as he pours the scotch so it leaks across your mouth and down your chin.

You slip your hand over his chest and push harder. He pulls the bottle away and frees it from your grasp. He turns and flings it away. It shatters somewhere in the dark.

“Consider this your day off, honey.” He faces you as you wipe your mouth.

You finch as he grabs the jacket still around your shoulders and drags it down your arms. You bend your elbows as you try to stop him.

“Woah, I’m– I don’t feel like going in. I’m just going to keep an eye on you,” you argue.

“Why? You like what you see?” He chortles.

You shake your head. “Because you’re drunk.”

“How do you know?” He challenges.

“Because you’re being like this,” you try to wrench away. He’s too strong. He rips the sleeves down and drops the jacket.

“Like what?” He asks.

You blink and shiver in the night breeze. “Nick, please. It’s slippery out here–”

“Won’t be if we get in,” he grabs the front of your dress and pulls sideways. You catch your tits before they can spill out, screeching in horror.

“Stop!” You try to back away and the fabric tears. He continues to tug the dress down your arms as you struggle to contain your chest. “Nick–”

“It’s fun! We’ll both get naked.”

He lets go and grabs the top of his pants. You gasp and cross your arms. You back away as he shoves his belt down and you flick your eyes up.

“I– No,” you spin to march away. “This isn’t–”

His pants land on the ground in a heap with the clink of the buckle. He kicks a shoe past you, then his other. You get to the edge of the stone tile but not much further. He picks you up from behind and you cry out.

“Nicholas! Let me go!” You demand.

He chuckles and hauls you backward. “Nicholas?” He growls.

“Let me–” You struggle with him and he spins you around.

You stagger and try to pull up the dress. He grabs the back and breaks the zipper, renting it apart and exposing your panties and thighs. He lets go so it falls to your feet. You hug your chest and face him, tripping as the alcohol stirs in your gut.

“Sir,” you bluster. “What–”

“You need a soak,” he winks and charges at you.

You shriek as he scoops you up easily. You kick your legs as they bend over his arm but think better of it as the world seems to tilt. He staggers to the side of the tub and descends the built-in steps. You feel as if you’ll fall right out of his arms.

You hook your arm around him and turn to cling, your chest presses to his. He angles around and sits on the bench, keeping you in his lap. You gasp and pull back, covering your tits once more.

“This isn’t… right,” you hiss as the steam adds to the fog in your vision.

“Feels right to me,” he wiggles around. “Doesn’t it?”

You feel him poking you from beneath and you hiss. You smack his shoulder with the back of your hand as you keep your other arm over your chest. He purrs and bows his head. He brings his hand up your stomach and you suck in.

“Sir–”

“Mmmm,” he bends further and you try to lean away, only until you fear he might tip you under the water. “I like them–”

He buries his face in the cushion of your tits. You squeal and push on the top of his head, shocked by the sudden shift in the night. You’ve seen him drunk before, seen him in the aftermath, but this is an animal you’ve never witnessed.

“You are… forgetting yourself. I’m– no–” You tug his short hair. “This is not–” you wriggles as he hooks an arm around you to keep you in place. “You’re too drunk. You don’t know what you’re doing.”

“I’m going to suck em,” he slurs as he nips the top of your tit.

“What?!” You exclaim. “No.”

“Mmm,” He slips his hand up and slides it under your arm. He gropes you and kisses your flesh. “Yesssss.”

“No,” you have no choice but to expose yourself.

You pull your arm away and bat his shoulder. You wrestle with him as he leans in and kisses between your tits and growls. You tilt back as you try to escape him and he only pushes you across the water. He urges you back against the opposite wall as you kick helplessly, feet slipping over the bottom of the tub.

He pins you there as you shove his thick arms. You whine and writhe.

“Nick. I’m not… it’s me. What are you doing?” You hiss.

“I’m…” he nuzzles along your neck and snarls. “I’m taking what you owe me.”

“I– what?”

He purrs and frames your waist. He holds you against the wall of the tub as he eases back through the water. He drags his nose down your tit and flicks his tongue around your nipple. You squeak.

“What would’ve happened to Josephine…” he growls. “If I wasn’t around to rescue her…” He wraps his lips around your bud and hums. He swirls his tongue around and unlatches, teething your flesh before resting his chin on your pillow chest to look up at you. “What would’ve happened to your baby girl?”

You gape down at him in horror. “Sir?”

“Shhhhh,” he hushes you and turns his face down again. “I just want a little taste.”

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No tag lists. Do not send asks or DMs about updates. Review my pinned post for guidelines, masterlist, etc.

Warnings: this fic will include dark content such as noncon/dubcon, power imbalance, and possible untagged elements. My warnings are not exhaustive, enter at your own risk.

This is a dark!fic and explicit. 18+ only. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Summary: Your relationship with your boss takes an unpredictable turn.

As per usual, I humbly request your thoughts! Reblogs are always appreciated and welcomed, not only do I see them easier but it lets other people see my work. I will do my best to answer all I can. I’m trying to get better at keeping up so thanks everyone for staying with me.

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You stir from your brief delve into unconsciousness. You yawn as the motion of the car threatens to lull you back under. You bring your hand up to rub your eye, an unfamiliar voice giving you a start. 

“Nicky, you know I got lots of space. Besides, you owe me.” 

You sit up as your eyes flick open. You look around, it’s only you and Nick. The touchscreen in the dash shows a call in progress. You sit back and relax. Nick glances over subtly before looking back to the road. 

“I wasn’t planning on it--” 

“I know you’re in the area,” the other man insists over the speaker. 

Nick sighs, “it’s not really...” he pauses. “Give me a minute.” 

He taps the mute icon and rests his hand on the shifter. He flutters his fingers in agitation, his other hand firmly gripping the wheel. He exhales as he keeps up with the rush of the highway. 

“Last night I called in a favour. Sort of. Wasn’t expecting to pay it back so soon but...” he sucks his teeth and drags his free hand up to the wheel. “Work, you know?” 

“Right, uh, where are we? I’m sure there’s a train or bus--” 

“Nicky! Hey! Answer me!” The man on the call interjects, ignored by the other. 

“Couple hours this way or that. Longer than it will take to get to his place,” he twists his hand around the wheel. “I know you weren’t planning on this but I don’t think you’ll lose your job over it.” 

You meet his gaze in the rearview as his cheek dimples. You nod. You don’t have much going on, do you? 

“I... guess it would be fine, sir. I wouldn’t want to get in the way of your job,” you say. 

He hums, “thanks, honey. You always take care of me.” He unmutes the call. “On my way.” 

Honey. He’s said it a few times. You suppose you shouldn’t think much of it. You do the same quite absent mindedly to cashiers and the like. 

“Keep me in the fucking lurch, why don’t ya--” The caller snarls. 

“See ya then.” Nick hangs up, not letting the man gripe further. 

You figure a brief detour isn’t too much. Considering he rushed all this way for your daughter, you can wait in the car while he deals with it. Those last few chapters can wait. 

“Sleep okay?” He asks. 

“Um, sure. Was I out long?” 

You shift and feel pressure on the edge of your nipple. You look down and try not to draw attention. You tug the jacket snugger and cover your chest as it threatens to spill out. 

“Bout an hour?” He shrugs. “Again, I’m sorry about this. In my line of work, you get a lot of pushy jerks.” 

“Oh, sure,” you nod and watch the traffic through the windshield. “The CIA, right?” 

“Yep,” he replies casually. “Trust me, it’s not as glamorous as it seems.” 

“Bloody,” you say. 

He tilts his head, “sometimes.” 

You’re quiet as you think. It makes a lot of sense. The bruises, the private calls, the nameless guests, and last night. You wonder what would have happened to Barber if you hadn’t stopped him... 

“I’ll try to make it a quick stop,” Nick intones. “Sorry in advance for this. Hansen is... a bit of a character.” 

“I’m sure I can handle it. Messes are my specialty after all,” you kid. 

“I don’t doubt it. I just don’t think you should have to. Not this guy,” he scoffs. 

🔹

Nick shuts off the engine and lets out a sonorous breath. You lean forward to look up at the house. Some fancy second or third property one might call a chateau to sound fancy. It reminds you of a novel you never finished. It was just a bit too silly for your tastes. 

“Nice house,” you remark, sensing Nick’s reticence. 

“He knows how to spend money,” he scoffs as he undoes his seat belt. 

“You should’ve let me take the train,” you gently unbuckle your belt and ease it gently back behind the seat. “I do hate to be in the way.” 

“Not your fault. He’s a stubborn—guy,” he shakes his head. “He gives you any trouble, just ignore him. Or tell me. I know how to deal with him. Hell, give him a smack if you feel like it.” 

“I’m sure it’ll be fine. I’ll make myself sparse,” you assure as you slip your feet into the heels, a twinge pinching in your arch. 

He makes a face and pulls the handle on his door. He pushes it out and climbs off the seat. You open your door and stifle a groan as your hip pangs. As nice as the car is, sitting for so long always settles right in that spot. 

You shut the door and the jacket hangs precariously from your shoulders. You look down and adjust your chest, trying to hide your cleavage under the deep vee as best you can. You lift your chin and tug the lapels together. You wince as you find Nick watching you. 

“Sorry, I’m not meaning to drag my feet,” you say. 

He shrugs. “We’ll just get this over with.” 

He comes around the hood and you meet him there. You walk in tandem up the steps, long slabs of stone arranged between a trickling grotto and trimmed hedges. You can’t help but try to tally up the expense of the decor, let alone the property tax on it all. 

The door opens before you can reach it. A man struts through and booms, “Nicky! ‘Bout time.” 

He charges toward your boss with arms open. Nick catches his hands and keeps him at bay with a growl. “Hansen.” 

“Oh, don’t play coy with me, Nicky,” the man snickers. 

“I’m here. Now what do you want?” Nick retorts. 

The man keeps laughing and rips his hands free. He glances over at you and his blue eyes flash. He sports shaved sides and longer strands combed back on top. His lip is dressed with a thick line of bristly fur to match the chest hair peeking out from under his satin shirt, only a few buttons to hold it closed. He’s not the sort you would associate with your boss. Nick has his moments but maintains a certain standard. 

“And who is this busty babe?” He approaches in a saunter. “Name’s Lloyd but you can call me ‘daddy’." 

“Hansen,” Nick grabs his upper arm before he can get to you. “Reel it in.” 

“Huh? Oh come on. You bring this--” 

“You better choose your next words wisely,” Nick shoves him back. 

“Holy balls,” the man, Lloyd, staggers back and catches his balance. “Fine, fine. I didn’t know you were with someone.” 

Nick scratches behind his ear in agitation as the tension weaves through the air. 

“I’m just his maid,” you explain. “You can just ignore me. He's giving me a ride home.” 

“Huh? You make your maids dress like that?” Lloyd snorts. 

“Been a night,” Nick shakes his head, hands on his hips. “Would you focus? What the hell did I drive all the way out here for?” 

“Alright, Nicky, chill,” Lloyd reaches and rubs Nick’s chest only to be swatted away. “I got a job for you.” 

Nick glances over at you. “Confidential,” he comments. 

“Right, I’ll find her a quiet place and we can discuss. Hey, baby cakes,” Lloyd turns to you, “you like wine?” 

“Oh, I’m fine. I can stay out here and watch the birds,” you offer. 

“Look, I’m a jackass but I’m not a bad host,” he offers his arm, almost gallantly. “I’m gonna get you in that den, all settled with a glass, and then I’ll sort out this grump ass.” 

Your lips twitch. He’s so absurd it’s almost amusing. He’s not the kind of person you’d ever want to be alone with but it’s rare that you ever see anyone fluster your boss. It’s quite the feat. 

You hook your arm through Lloyd’s and let him turn you around. He leads you inside. The interior is just as elaborate as the facade. There’s a sort of wildlife theme going on. Animal prints and polished wood. 

“My shoes,” you try to stop on the mat. 

“Eh, don’t worry about it. Nicky’s not the only guy with cleaners. Mine come early so I don’t gotta deal with them.” 

Cleaners? All the way out here? You don’t know you could be paid enough for that. 

“Just in here,” he points you through a set of open french doors with some exotic animal horns as handles. Please don’t be real. “Red or white? Sparkling?” 

“Really, I’m fine,” you insist. Nick sighs loudly. He’s getting impatient. You just want to sit. “If you don’t mind, I might just close my eyes until you two are done.” 

“Fine with me,” Lloyd unhooks his arm, dragging his touch down yours before he backs up. 

“Hansen,” Nick grits. 

“Oh Nicky, I’m coming,” Lloyd turns and shows his palm. “You are always so demanding. Dom energy.” 

You scrunch up your nose and Nick meets your eyes with exasperation. He’s usually more stoic. He must be as tired as you are. You offer a gentle smile then retreat. 

They head for the door as you sit on the edge of the couch, a silken blanket hangs over the back and pillows in zebra print are piled against the armrests. You lean into the corner and yawn. It’s a lost cozier than the car seat. 

🔹

“Hey,” the gentle squeeze on your shoulder brings you too.  

Your lashes flick open and you flinch as Nick looks down into your eyes. His irises are like hewn azure. You sit up with a gasp. 

“Sorry, sir, I must’ve...” you blink and look around. The large tall window panes are swathed in shades of black and blue, a speckle of lights shining through. “It’s late.” 

“Mm, well, he talks a lot,” Nick withdraws his hand from your shoulder and crosses his arms. “Look, I hate to do this to ya but I’m beat. Last night, driving all day, it wouldn’t be safe to go now.” 

“I could drive, sir,” you offer. 

“You’ve had as much sleep as me. No, don’t worry about it. Hansen, says we can have a room. Get ourselves sorted before we head off.” 

“Sure. Uh, that’s very generous of him,” you stand and grunt, rubbing your lower back as it tightens. 

“You okay?” 

“I’m great, Mr—Nick,” you catch yourself. “At my age, a few aches are nothing.” 

He stares at you. “You’re not that old.” 

You smile, “sir, you really don’t have to say that. I’m not upset. It’s a nice house.” You look around even as the heat of his gaze lingers on you. “I’ve had jobs where I’ve put up with worse.” 

“What’re you? Forty-five?” He wonders. 

You look at him and your cheeks pinch. “Anyone ever tell you not to ask a woman her age?” 

He smirks crookedly. “I know how old you are. I was trying to compliment you. Fifty-two. Not too bad.” 

You bite your tongue. He’s playing with you. Why? 

“Give it fifteen years then tell me how good it is,” you chide. 

He chuckles. “Fourteen, actually.” 

“Uh huh,” you grumble. 

There’s a lull. Long and roiling. You shift around on your heels. 

“Hungry?” He offers. “Hansen had the sense to offer us something.” 

“Now that you say it...” 

“Starving,” he says as he turns and ushers you across the room. “Better not be a protein shake or I might snap.” 

You hum in agreement. Your stomach is clenching. You walk beside him and stiffen as you feel his hand behind you, hovering along your lower back. His proximity is almost suffocating. You’re overthinking; it’s the lack of sleep and the change in routine. Surely. 

“Hansen,” he hollers as you come out into the hallway, “where’d ya go?” 

He stops and listens. The footfalls come a moment later and slap down the stairs. You look up to watch Hansen descend. You look away as soon as you see what he’s wearing; a cheetah-print speedo and slides. 

“I’m hopping in the hot tub. Food’s in the fridge. Labeled. Mabel has it all sorted,” he explains. “When you finish, you’re more than welcome to soak.” 

“I don’t think so,” Nick snips. 

“No swimsuit required,” Lloyd barters. 

“Just go.” Nick barks. 

Lloyd stomps down the last few stairs, “you know, Nicky, you always are such a gracious guest.” He continues past you, his slides slapping loudly. You shift as Nick lets out another irritated huff. 

“If I don’t eat or sleep soon, I’m going to kill him,” he mutters.