pairing: mechanic!Bucky Barnes x dancer!Reader (only mentioned as a dancer, there's really no background)
warnings: small town setting, adult content, light mention of smut, forbidden romance, secret relationship, in my head, there is at least a 10-year age gap (i'm thinking Bucky is in his 30s, reader in her 20s)
note: not gonna lie, watching American Heist and seeing Hayden Christensen play a mechanic named James has always inspired me to write something like this and who better to give it to than Bucky lolol
The rain pounded the pavement so hard that it appeared as though the raindrops were dancing. Thunder clapped in the horizon, lightning illuminating every now and then. You should be at home, resting up for the road. Key word here is should.
Instead, you’re sitting in the driver seat of your car outside the automotive shop, trying to convince yourself to turn around and go home without satisfying your lustful craving of him. In a a small town where everyone knows everyone, you know that if the secret got out that you were dabbling in mechanic business, preferably allowing the mechanic to dabble in you, heads would roll.
But it’s no secret that James Barnes, nicknamed Bucky by those who were allowed to be close to him, had captivated you. From the very moment his smart mouth opened when he rolled up to find you on the side of the road with a dead battery, to giving you a lift back to the shop, to not accepting your quite obscene amount of cash as payment and only promising he’d call it even if you came into the shop that weekend and kept him company, you were smitten.
But he was also considered bad news amongst the townspeople. Because they couldn’t get a read on him, because he remained a mystery, they judged. Said that any good girl like you would be ruined by a man like him. Little did they know, being around Bucky was the only time you felt normal. Understood. Appreciated. Beautiful.
Inhaling deeply, you cut the engine off just as another round of thunder roared across the sky. But little did you know, Bucky was already peering out the window at you. You caught sight of his tall figure, messy dark hair pushed back off his forehead, grease stains on his white t-shirt. Your mouth watered at the incoming scent of leather, gasoline, and man.
Stepping out of the car, you tug your raincoat tighter around your body. Bucky yanks open the door, the bell chiming overhead.
“Doll, what are you doing? It’s pouring out here.” Bucky growls lowly, grabbing your arm and jerking you inside the rest of the way. Your appearance was pristine. A pair of joggers hugged your waist, a babydoll top cropped to just above your belly button. You were due to get on the road tomorrow morning for a showcase—the life of a dancer and all. But you couldn’t miss an opportunity to spend your night with him.
“I wanted to see you.” You answer, teeth chattering. Although it was particularly warm outside, the rain which pelted your body had soaked through the attire you wore. Bucky who looked angered by the fact you showed up here tonight, slowly begins to soften his expression. “I couldn’t leave town without seeing you.”
Bucky chewed on his bottom lip. “If you’d agree to letting us take this elsewhere, we could’ve went back to my place.” You mutter under your breath. That’s the thing about you and Bucky—you’re a secret. Your parents, although you’re a grown adult, would be mortified. Your friends wouldn’t understand. Your reputation as a whole would sink under, but lately, you’ve pondered on whether you’d actually care.
“You know we can’t do that, doll…” Bucky’s eyes are strikingly bluer than usual. The dot of grease on his temple makes you want to put your hands on him and wrangle him to the floor. He looks worn, disheveled… Pure man. His cologne mingled with the smell of working in this place all day makes warmth pool in your belly, and you ache for his calloused hands to roam over your soft skin and mark you as his.
“Only because we’re letting them dictate how we feel.” You sigh. Taking a step closer, Bucky watches you with a hooded gaze. He leans against the counter, arms crossing over his chest.
“You know what people would say.” He shrugs his shoulders, but you know it eats him alive at night knowing that he can’t be fully with you. Licking your lips, the closer you get, the more you watch his body unravel. His stance becomes less wounded and before you can put your hands on him, he beats you to the prize.
Enveloping his arms around your waist, he drags you to him. Your eyes flutter when his lips connect with your throat, kissing just over your pulse point. Your heart scatters in your ribcage, and his calloused digit glides over the skin of your back. Humming, you tilt your head to the side and feel his tongue lightly press against your throat.
“If it weren't for the fact you had a showcase tomorrow night, I’d mark this pretty little throat.” He growls.
Your eyes instinctively roll. “Yeah? What if we were public? What’d that look like, Bucky?” You sound breathy and you don’t miss the feel of his center pressing against yours.
Bucky draws back to stare at you, his gaze flooded with pure heat. “No one would even think about touching you. They’d know you’re mine. This pretty throat would be covered in reminders that no man makes you feel the way I do… And don’t get me started on these,” Bucky reaches below to cup your backside. A squeal falls from your mouth as he lifts you with ease, winding your legs around his hips. He takes you to the nearby wall before cutting the lights to the waiting area; the only light being the orange glow of the office behind you. He’s walking you toward it, kicking the halfway opened door. Bucky keeps his eyes trained on you and kicks it closed before your back is pressed against the wooden surface.
“These legs,” He groans, skimming his hand over your joggers. You ache to have them ripped off of you. Your body feels as though it’s on fire. “I’d mark those up too. Kiss every square inch of them, lick and bite until I’ve spelled out my name.”
You shudder, reaching up to play with the wisps of his hair at the back of his neck. Bucky rubs his cheek against yours, his stubble scratching you deliciously.
“Why can’t we have that?” You ask through a pant. Your center is throbbing and only Bucky can fulfill your want. You press a hand to his cheek, tongue gliding across your bottom lip that is bound to grow puffy from the amount of times you’ll kiss him this evening.
Bucky keeps his body caged against yours. He kisses the top of your chest before his mouth finally slides against yours, his lips soft and warm. He tastes like cherries and you groan at the taste. Who cares about this town and their judgment? You want this man to be vocal that he’s your man. That you’re his woman. Need and want collide in a string of explicits when you reach down to palm Bucky through his work pants. He returns the favor, but just before, he rips your joggers down your thighs until he’s met with you being completely bare for him.
His eyes widen and his body thrums. “You dirty little girl, you came here knowing I was gonna touch you.” He hisses, running one finger through your sweetness, the light ghosting of him across the apex of your thighs making you almost scream.
“Bucky, I need you.”
Those four words are all he has to hear.
“Maybe when you get back from your showcase, we’ll have a serious discussion about outing ourselves…” Bucky hums. “Until then,” He whisks your body over to the desk, using one arm to shove everything into the floor.
He’s ripping his shirt off, never taking his eyes off you.
“What?” You question, breathless.
Bucky smirks sinisterly. Your heart hammers. Everything is perfect.
One thunderous clap and a streak of lightning, you blink at him, eager to hear his next statement.
These 2 works of art are the most beautiful presents I've received so far in this year, by my lovely friend @miko-mikke ♥ They were inspired by an AU story my sister and me created in our heads. I told Miko about it and...
She captured the essence so perfectly that it exceeded my expectations!
Yes, they are Alexander (Skarsgård) and Diego (Luna)... and yes! I ship them!
And I also told her we made a crossover with "mothzilla" (Mothra x Godzilla), bc in the story Alex called Diego "mariposita" (little butterfly) and he himself is a dragon in the Chinese zodiac, so, we felt a strong identification between both pairings:
Thank you, my dear Miko, you made me really happy!!! 💗💗💗
I am sure they're dancing to their song:
Sorry! Long post...
Don't you dare reposting these drawings (you may reblog and always credit). They belong to @miko-mikke (and now to me ♥)
Elizabeth Keen decides to leave everything behind and go to New York. She meets Max Goodwin — who looks incredibly similar to Tom — and they instantly connect. But what will happen when Max finds out the truth about Liz and her past?
With the special guest appearance by Raymond Reddington!
Warnings:Mentions of unhealthy relationships, abuse and adult themes.
Notes:This is nothing more than an au idea I had in my head and basically its a what if scenario if Maxine was paired with Ruki because yeah, at one point I was going to pair her up with him. Anyways enough of my rambling, enjoy!
It’s a sick little game that they both engaged and one that the dark haired vampire found himself enjoying.
But let’s start from the beginning…
How he loathe the blue haired female, the icy personality, her emotionless and dull expression; Ruki could not stand being around her for more than two minutes at most. No matter what he did, the vampire could not break her.
Maxine Ackerman, the loathsome woman who ignored him and would talk back to him when necessary. If wasn’t for the fact that she was given to the Mukami brothers to be their “Eve”, he would have throttled her. Rules be damned.
Though due to the bluenette’s Ice Queen front, it gave him more reason to not trust her. Hell he would send Yuma and Kou to spy on her to make sure she’s not lying. Perhaps some divine being loved making Ruki’s life more difficult, because alas his brother’s findings proved that Maxine told the truth.
She’ll mess up, he thought to himself, watching her clean and tend to the mansion. She has to…Someone like her can’t keep pretending for that long.
And mess up she did but not in the way he expected. When Maxine came back from one of her visits to her mother, he saw it. Black and blue bruises. Oh how he hated seeing that dull expression on her face and how she shrugged off his questions, her eyes however told him a different story. She’s hurting from that horrid creature she calls a “mother”.
He hated Maxine’s mother for causing her pain…Because he wasn’t the one causing it.
So for her punishment? He dragged Maxine by that long, wild blue mane of hers and threw her into the dungeon. Not even bothering to listen to her once the door slammed shut. It had been four days since he left her there and hardly any noise came from the prison. Surely she didn’t die that easily? Then again she was probably playing possum, waiting for him to drop his guard like the first time.
He would give her credit though, for a worthless human, she was a sneaky thief. How she managed to snatch one of Azusa’s knives is a wonder in itself, she even managed to lay a scratch on his cheek. Maxine would of gotten away from him had he not reacted quickly, grabbing by the back of her collar and threw her back into the cell roughly, he smirked when he heard her groan.
“Did you really think that would work, livestock?”
Ignoring the use of being called cattle, the bluenette coughed, a bit of blood leaving her lips, before sitting up slightly and gave Ruki a small smile, “Yes and no, but I figured why not give it a shot?”
“Even though you knew you would die from trying something so foolish?”
Maxine leaned against the cement wall and let out a sigh, perhaps the first time Ruki saw emotion shine in her crimson eyes, then she looked up at him. Her answer still boiled his blood and it only fueled his intentions to break her.
“Wouldn’t be the first time that Death and I crossed paths,” she closed her eyes contently as a quiet chuckle left her lips, how does one talk about death so casually? “Look, whatever you’re going to do…It wouldn’t even frighten me.”
His hands wrapped around her throat tightly, making Maxine gurgle on her spit and grit her teeth but not before giving him that smirk. Which urged him to tighten his grasp on her, anything to wipe that smirk off her face and to make her submit. It wasn’t the first time he saw it and wouldn’t be the last, it only served as a reminder. No matter what he would do to her, she will not bend to his will…at least not without a fight. Ruki often wondered what it would take to make Maxine bend to his will; if he tore open her skin would she scream? Perhaps if he held the bluenette by her throat over the edge of a building, would those guarding crimson eyes tear up? Would she then plead for her life to be spared? The possibilities are endless and he has a lot of time to do so.
Though once he was close, so close yet still so far…
When she was cleaning there were strange blue like splatters appearing on her hands, he called her clumsy and grabbed her by the wrist to see it. It was like a spider web, starting from her fingertips then it traveled half way up her arms. He knew this because he had moved the sleeves back, this is also when he got the idea to boil her hands in steaming hot water…and he did. He remembered how her eyes widen when she saw the pot sitting on the gas stove innocently before moving closer and peeked inside. It didn’t take too long for Ruki to force her hands into the pot.
The closest thing he got were small whimpers and hisses of pain, but it was enough to satisfy him. But the blue never left Maxine’s hands, even after being bandaged and healing. It only seemed to taunt him when he saw it again, this time it had traveled up to her neck. Her cheeks had some blue splattered on there too. He later learned, after an intense interrogation, it’s a condition she was born with. A small step, but she did not trust him, especially after he had done to her hands.
Though that is wishful thinking, he knew she wouldn’t, the bluenette was far too set in her own ways and annoyingly resilient. But again, he has a lot of time to figure out what makes her tick. He didn’t know how much time passed but when he felt her fingernails claw at him, he could feel her nails digging into his skin, only then did Ruki release his hold on Maxine. Making her gasp and cough, her hand rubbing her soon to be bruised throat.
“Next time I won’t be so merciful, livestock,” his ironclad grip grasped her arm and pulled her up, dragging her out of the cell and back to her room.
