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I Can Treat You Better

Pairing: Stalker!Bucky x Reader

Words 1269

Warnings:  Stalking, mentions of sexual situations, explicit language, allusions to dubcon

Summary: Bucky sees you at a coffee shop and needs to show you he can treat you better than your boyfriend.

A/N: This is based on a prompt sent in by the LOVELY @sweetkingdomstarlight-blog  they wanted stalker Bucky in a coffee shop. Thank you to @river-soul and @syntheticavenger​ for running through this for me. Pure angels the both of you! This is a darker fic for me so please proceed with caution, no minors, and enjoy!

The first time Bucky saw you at the coffee shop it was raining. He was sitting in the corner frantically writing down memories before they left him again. You rushed in off the street clearly caught unprepared by the sudden storm, water droplets glistening on the skin of your chest and exposed legs. Bucky found himself writing down every detail about your disheveled appearance, completely enamored by your sudden entrance into his life. He pulled down his baseball cap when you walked closer to grab some napkins to try to dab the water off. 

“That rain really came out of nowhere huh?” You asked, your voice breathy. 

Bucky could see your skin prickled with goosebumps and your nipples peeking through your thin shirt. Before he could respond, you approached the counter to order your coffee and he was grateful he didn’t need to strain to hear your order so he could write it down, making sure he knew for next time. He noted the time and date on the page as you waited for your coffee scrolling through your phone. You looked so beautiful standing there, and Bucky knew he had to have you. Not a lot of people were fond of the Winter Soldier so he would have to be subtle about it. Learn your interests, your routine, so he could plan a run in, and by the time you figured out who he was, you would already be head over heels for him. It was foolproof.  

When your name was called you perked up and went to the counter to retrieve it. Bucky whispering your name, liking how it felt on his tongue. He heard you thank the barista, your voice like honey and he closed his eyes imagined how you would sound moaning his name as he took your body apart. The chime of the door drew him out of his daydream and by the time his eyes snapped open you were gone.

Bucky spent the next week going to the coffee shop with his eyes trained unblinking at the door. He's caught you two more times walking past the shop causing him to bolt out the door to follow you. He knew you work at a daycare and that you went home for lunch. He loved to see how good you were with kids. He knew you’d make a great mother someday. There was one roadblock he noted when he followed you home at night. He knew you were dating someone who couldn’t fuck an orgasm out of you, but Bucky knew he could. He'd seen how you got yourself off after your date left. He could watch you for hours, and he did. He knew you were perfect for him, so kind and giving. Your boyfriend didn’t appreciate you, not like Bucky would. So he started leaving gifts outside your door. It started with flowers, then he overheard you say you needed a new coat, after that you needed new sneakers. It was easy to pick the lock to get your shoe size. He noticed you wore the jacket when it started getting colder. He started to think you would warm up to him since you liked his gifts enough to use them. 

He was early tonight, waiting outside your house to make sure you got home from work safely. He left your favorite flowers today, it was the day he was going to introduce himself. Then he saw something that made his heart sink into his stomach. Your boyfriend, picking up the flowers and waiting for you. Bucky started to move from his spot across the street when he saw you round the corner and froze in place. He watched as you approached your boyfriend smiling as he handed you the flowers. The flowers that Bucky got for you. That’s when Bucky realized you thought his gifts were from your boyfriend. He realized he would have to fix that problem sooner than he had anticipated.

He spent the next week following your boyfriend instead of leaving you gifts. It killed him to not get you presents but he had to show you that your boyfriend wasn’t thinking of you. At the end of the week, he was going out of town for some bachelor weekend. It was the perfect opportunity for Bucky to show you that he cared about you. He was nothing like your boyfriend.

Bucky waited until you were inside after work, allowing you a moment to settle down after the day’s events. He had picked up your favorite takeout and was going to have dinner with you, he could hardly contain his excitement. Bucky walked across the street into your apartment building, a first-floor apartment was a bad idea. Any crazy person could break in if they wanted to, but Bucky would keep you safe. He knocked on your door, heart fluttering in anticipation. 

You opened the door keeping the chain in place, smart girl.

“Can I help you?” You seemed confused.

“My name is Bucky. I’ve noticed you around and I thought we could talk, get to know each other.” 

Bucky showed you the take-out bag hoping to entice you to open the door.

“I’m sorry I don’t know you and I have a boyfriend.” You started to close the door and Bucky felt his anger flare.

He put his metal arm out to stop the door from shutting.

“He doesn’t love you. Not like I do.” 

Bucky pushed open the door, snapping the metal chain easily. He watched you stumble backward towards your couch. As Bucky pushed his way inside he placed the bag on the floor and stalked over to you. You were backing up with a look of fear in your eyes.

“Don’t be scared doll, I just wanted to talk. Your boyfriend was taking credit for my gifts. He doesn’t care about you, doesn’t listen to you. I do though, I know everything about you,” Bucky promised, bending down to touch your face. When you flinched Bucky grew impatient.

“I see how needy he leaves you. Can’t even get you off. I watch you wait until he’s fucked himself unconscious only to need to finish what he started. You need a man who can worship you, and that’s all I’m trying to do doll.” 

You moved to run past him but Bucky caught you by the ankle, sending you crashing to the ground.

“I just want to show you what you could have. I would take care of you.” Bucky pulled you towards his body, caging you in. “I wanted to take this slow, but it looks like I’m going to have to show you how I feel.”

Bucky pulled the backpack off and unzipped it, letting several notebooks fall to the floor. All containing details of you, what you liked to eat, where you liked to go after work, where you touched yourself, and how long each orgasm took. You turned your head and saw each page with dates and times, each book looked to be in chronological order. Bucky could see the sweat on your hairline and bent down to kiss your forehead.

“See? I notice you. I see you. I make sure I write it all down so I don’t forget,” 

Bucky explained as he pushed the notebooks away and grabbed your arms. “I will be better for you. I’m stronger,I can protect you, keep you safe.”

Bucky saw the way your eyes darted around as if looking for a way out. Only they would never find one. Now that he had you, he had no intention of letting you go.