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Nightlife 9
Warnings: touching, coercion, manipulation. 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.
Part of The Club AU
You can barely look at Lee as shame nips at your wits. Your body is still tingly with the aftermath of what happened. Even an hour later. It replays in your mind, over and over, even as you try not to think about it. You can’t believe you did what you did and you just can’t believe how much you enjoyed it.
He did too. You could tell by the way he twitched. How after he held you against him, reluctant to let you go as his large belly rose and fell slowly beneath you.
The world feels far away until you come in sight of your building. You blink through the window, refusing to look at Lee. Every time you do, you’re reminded of what you’ve done. Worse, that quest splits your head; was it okay? Was it wrong?
“Gimme a kiss, sweetheart,” Lee demands as he puts on the parking brake, “‘fore ya go.”
You look down at your lap then slowly turn your head. He grabs your chin, startling you, and pulls you close. He crushes his mouth to yours sloppily as you squeak. Finally, he parts but his hand remains locked on your jaw.
“I gotta go get some sleep but you go on to class. Don’t forget to pack a bag for tonight, darlin’.”
“Tonight?” You pout.
“Yeah, you’re not gonna leave lil Hickory all alone, are ya?”
You suck in your lip and think. You almost forgot. You feel worse for that. The thought of the kitten being all alone for so long. You can’t do that.
“Oh, yeah,” you gulp, “yeah, I’ll bring a bag.”
“Just give a call when you’re ready. I’ll be awake ‘round three or four,” he explains, his hand brushing down your throat. He lets out a hum as he feels how you swallow nervously. “I’ll pick ya up and all that.”
“Um, okay,” you acquiesce, “yes, sir.”
“Be good,” he winks and gives a firm squeeze to your chest, “don’t think of me too much.”
You look down as he finally retracts his touch. You resist the urge to cover your chest, instead pulling on the handle and letting yourself out of the car. You snatch up your bag and give a tight-lipped smile before spinning away. The door snaps shut in your stead and you scurry away.
It can’t be that bad. Not if he’s acting like that. Not if you enjoyed it so much.
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The day draws on. As the hours roll by, you get more and more nervous about what comes next. The quiz for Social Psychology doesn’t seem as intimidating in comparison to Lee. And you don’t think you did too bad.
You go back to the dorm. Raquel isn’t there. She might be at class but more likely she’s with her friends.
You shove some pajamas and a fresh set of clothes in a bag and toss it with your knapsack. You don’t want to call Lee just yet. You need a little bit of time to yourself; without professors or coeds or anyone around.
He messages you first. You swipe up the conversation and are greeted by a picture of Hickory. Beneath him, you see a glimpse of Lee’s chest, covered only by a thin ribbed tank top. The cat is so cute, you don’t really think about the man under him.
‘Cute!’ You text back.
‘Ready to go? Kitty’s waiting.’
He’s straight to the point as always. It’s past five. It doesn’t feel like it’s been that long.
‘Sure,’ you reply. You’re not really ready but you don’t think you ever will be.
You grab your bags, knapsack on your shoulder, tote in hand, and you go down to wait on the steps. You play a matching game on your phone as students walk by, to and from their respective abodes.
A toot breaks your attention from a nearby squirrel. It flits away and you look up as Lee’s car putters at the curb. You stand and he gets out. As you come down the walk, he opens the passenger door for you.
“Hey, darlin’,” he grins and bends to kiss you. Taken by surprise, you let him, trying not to care about the passerbys.
“Hi, Lee,” you say breathless as he pulls away.
“God, I love it when you say my name,” he winks, “come on then, let’s get going.”
You get in and he shuts the door. You place your bags on the floor by your feet. You buckle in as he goes around to the driver’s side and gets in. He pulls down the seatbelt and clicks it into place. He clears his throat, searching around as if he’s lost something.
“I went out and got some toys for lil Hick,” he says, “uh…” he reaches behind your seat, “so you can keep him entertained.” He sits up and holds a small black bag, “bought you something to play with too.”
He hands over the bag and you take it in surprise. You feel the shape of a box through the plastic. You chew your lip and glance back at him.
“Oh, thank you,” you smile and clasp it in your hands.
“Ain’t nothing,” he says as he shifts into gear. He steps on the pedal, pulling out onto the street patiently. “Well, you gonna see what’s inside?”
You look down and turn over the bag. It rustles as you examine it and reach inside. You slide it out little by little, the hot pink cardboard a surprise. It’s so bright. You flip it over to read the front; ‘Three speed bullet vibe.’ Your mouth falls open at the sight of the small vibrator visible through the transparent plastic.
“What… I… Lee, I don’t– I can’t–” You quickly hide the toy.
“Thinking you should explore a little,” he drawls, “since ya said you never done much before. It’s always good to get to know yourself, isn’t it?”
“Well, um, I guess, but… I don’t know.”
“If you need help, I don’t mind, I could show you how it works,” he says, “I only thought you might feel more comfortable figuring it out… then you could show me.”
“Ummmmmm,” your voice floats from you. You’re speechless.
“You’ll be all alone and I hate that I can’t be there with ya, so I only thought you would have lots of time to… you know.”
“It’s very nice of you, Lee, but I think maybe, um, well, I’m okay. I’m fine.”
“Don’t you be lying,” he warns, his timbre gritting, “I felt ya this morning. Shaking like a leaf. You don’t know what you’re feeling. Trust me, it’ll be easier once you know what you like.”
You sniff and squeeze the bag in your hands. You’re burning in horror.
“Er, okay, I’ll… okay.”
He’s quiet as he follows the flow of traffic. He shifts in his seat and clears his throat. He looks over at you quickly and a purr rises from his chest.
“Why don’t you open it up and give it a try now?”
“What?”
“It’s fine, just slip it on out.”
“Lee, maybe… later.”
“Darlin’, I got you a gift, don’t be rude.”
You stare at your hands. They’re shaking. You can’t say no. Not now. He’s bought this for you. He’s come all this way. And it’s just a toy. Just sex, right? Everyone else is having it so it can’t be that bad.
You slowly pull the box out of the bag again. You open the lid and slide out the plastic insert. It crinkles as you pop out the toy, feeling the silicon between your fingers. You clumsily free the battery and examine the toy, twisting the end as you figure out how to load it. You put it back together and hold it in your palm.
“Go on, turn it on,” he rasps.
You grip the toy and press the button with your thumb. You angle your hand over your lap as the vibrations rattle through you.
“Spread your legs wide,” he orders.
You obey.
“Now put it right up against yourself.”
You hold your breath as you do as he says. The toy quakes against you and the sensation makes your whine. The intensity has your legs snapping shut around your hand.
“Now, don’t you stop,” he demands, “not til you cum.”
“Lee,” you babble.
“Hush, sweet thing, I hear it in your voice, feels good, don’t it?”
Nightlife 8
Warnings: touching, coercion, manipulation. 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.
Part of The Club AU
Lee snores beside you. His arm hangs over you as you stare at the ceiling. You don’t dare move. You’d rather him asleep and harmless.
As the walls turn yellow with morning light, you grow anxious. You can hear Hickory scratching and mewing in the carrier. You glance over at Lee as his breath brushes hotly over you.
You reach out and touch his shoulder. You poke him and wait for a reaction. He grumbles and rolls onto his back, his arm dragging off of you.
You let out a sigh of relief. Space. You feel the bed around you, basking in your freedom. You push yourself up and turn daintily. As you stand, you turn and keep an eye on him. You ignore how the blanket bulges beneath his waist.
You creep out of the room, pulling at the hem of the borrowed shirt. You go to the carrier and peek inside. Hickory comes to the door and your chest thumps. He’s so cute and so sad. You unlock the door and take him out.
You carry him to the couch and put him down on the cushion. You pet him as he flops around, chasing his tail. You giggle at his antics, scratching his belly as he swats at you. You make your hand crawl across towards him as he readies to pounce but backs up too far, slipping off the couch.
“Oh no!” you gasp and get up as Hickory rolls over and scurries away, “Hickory!”
You get up and follow him along the couch, chasing him to the other side of the room but not fast enough to catch him. He hides under antique record play as you struggle to reach him. You click your tongue and make silly noises trying to get him to come out.
“Come here, Hick, here kitty kitty,” you sing, “please come out.”
The floor behind you creaks and Lee groans as he approaches. Before you can stand, he has you by the hips. He leans in and grinds his pelvis against you with a growl. You freeze as you clutch the edge of the wooden record player.
“Lee!” You squeal, “please, the kitten’s stuck under–”
“Just a cat,” he squeezes your hips, “he’ll be just fine, darlin’.”
You stand upright and grab his hands. You try to wriggle free but he keeps his grasp firm on you. Your ass meets his obvious arousal. You squeak as you fight to get away.
“Please, let me go–”
“Why you bein’ shy?” He purrs into your hair, “ain’t I been a good host?”
“Hickory–”
“Forget about him,” he snarls, “I got another pussy on my mind.”
He slips his hand around you and pushes two fingers along the front of your panties. You whimper and tug on his arm. You writhe against him helplessly, rubbing on his dick as he groans.
“Darlin’, you can’t tease me like this then tell me no. Ain’t I been good to ya? I’m just askin’ for some sugar.”
“Lee,” you gulp, “please…”
“Whatsa matter, sweetheart?” He drawls as he rocks you with him, pushing his fingers between your thighs as his other arm bends around you and he cups your tit, “I can’t help myself. You make it so hard. Can’t you feel how hard it is?”
“Sir, I…” you stand frozen in his embrace. You’ve never been touched like this before, never had a man’s part against you. “I never… I…”
“What? You never what, sweet thing?”
“I’m scared,” you whine, “Lee, I… I’m a virgin.”
He’s quiet then suddenly, he chortles. He rumbles against you as he laughs and he slackens his embrace. He guides you to face him, his hand on your shoulders as he looks down at you. You stare at his chest shyly, turning your head at the sight of his bare torso.
“You never been with anyone?” He asks as he brings his hand up to cradle your chin.
“No,” you confess in a wisp. “I’m sorry.”
“Nothin’ to be sorry about,” his thumb strokes your jaw, “you’re so precious, you know that? Something as pretty as you and you never been loved as you should.”
You squirm as you keep your eyes on the wall. You’re humiliated. You haven’t even told Raquel that. No one knows but you always figured it was obvious.
“We can take it slow,” he curls his fingers and brushes his knuckles against your cheek, “can’t we?”
“I…” you sway and latch onto his hand, “I don’t know…”
“Let me show ya,” he turns his hand and clings to you, “come on, just… be a good girl.”
“Sir,” you try to pull away but he’s too strong. Your eyes round as he guides you away from the record player, “please, I should… I got class–”
“Hush, sweet thing, we’re just gonna play around,” he coaxes as he nears the couch, “easy thing, you keep your panties on,” he looks down at your thighs, “and I’ll keep my clothes on.”
He sits on the couch as he keeps you trapped in his clutches. He isn’t wearing very much as it is, just boxers. He lifts his legs up and reclines, keeping you close. He pats his stomach with his other hand and groans.
“You get on up,” he demands.
“Please,” you murmur.
“It’s just a little fun,” he assures you again, “come on.”
He yanks on you and you nearly fall on him. You catch yourself on the couch and he puts a hand on your hip. He leads you to straddle him. You move stiffly, too afraid to resist him. He brings your hands over his chest and presses them there as he growls.
He trails his touch down your sides and braces your waist. He pulls you down until you rest on his crotch. You feel his rigid length through the thin layers of fabric. You gasp and he gives another chuckle.
“Just like this,” he tilts your pelvis back then forward, “can you do that?”
You bat your lashes in confusion as he rocks you against him. You look down at the juncture of your bodies, the warmth of the friction seeping into you. You push your nails into his skin as you hold your breath.
“Keep on like that,” he orders, lightning his hold on you, “ain’t so bad, is it?”
You just stare. You keep the motion without thinking. The more you do it, the more you feel. A swirling sensation that tingles down your thighs and burrows deeper and deeper into you. He hums as he watches you, clasping onto the front of your shirt as he urges you on.
“Yeah, darlin’, look at you, that’s nice, isn’t it?”
Your eyes flick up to his and you pout. You don’t understand what you’re feeling. It feels wrong but so good.
“How’s that feel?”
You whimper and shake your head, biting down on your lip. He pets your thigh and growls as his head sinks back into the cushion.
“Go on, tell me what it feels like, darlin’?”
You babble, breathless, and search for your voice.
“Warm,” you utter, “um, strange.”
“But not bad, right, honey?”
“N-no,” you stammer as your nerves spiral, “can I… stop?”
“Do you wanna stop?”
Your lip quivers and you once more look down at yourself. You can’t believe what you’re doing. Almost as if your body isn’t your own. You don’t know if you can stop. You feel the winding coil and you want to know what happens when it can twist no further.
Your hands slip down to his stomach as you buck faster. You feel it. The mystery right there, ready to be unveiled. Your eyes roll back and you hang your head and whine with sudden release of tension. You quake and pull your arms back to fold across your chest, riding out the tumultuous peak.
Lee snarls and grunt, chuffing as he lets out a long drone. He slaps your thigh and kneads, puffing through his nose.
“Darlin’,” he snarls, “you made a mess of me, didn’t ya?”
Nightlife 7
Warnings: touching, coercion, manipulation. 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.
Lee's building is nice enough. You've never been to this part of the city. You don't go far from campus really.
You walk ahead of him as he herd you inside. Up the elevator and down a hallway to the very end. He squeezes by to unlock the door and slides back the latch with a harsh schlock.
He pushes the door open and points you in ahead of him. You enter and peek around hopefully. You can't wait to meet the kitten.
His belly touches your back as he enters behind you. You quickly move out of the way and bend to untie your shoes and leave them on the mat. He takes his time hanging his leather jacket as you cling to your bag aimlessly.
"Let me get this, darlin'," he takes your knapsack, "tables over here."
He leads you across the front room. There's an upholstered couch with a blanket draped over the back and leather recliner. You trail him past the large television and into the small space that makes up the dining area. He places your bag on the square table and faces you.
"Go on and sit. You want a cushion. Chair's are a hit hard."
"No, sir, that's okay," you can't help but peek around but reel in your eagerness.
You slip past him, brushing close and you sit in one of the wooden chairs. You pull your bag towards you and undo the zipper. You focus on the task, wanting to ask about the kitten but too afraid to overstep. Your father said it was always polite to wait for the host to offer, you never demand.
Lee disappears and you slide out your books and laptop. You open the lid and flip the cover of your notebook. You can hear rustling and some shuffling. You keep your attention on the wallpaper.
"Ah, now, I know you didn't forget," Lee reemerges, a plastic cat carrier in his hand, audible scratching at the interior.
You can't help but smile as he puts the carrier on the table and you snap shut your laptop. He groans as he sits and pushes his shoulders back, rubbing his thighs. He slowly, as if taunting you, reaches over to unhook the door.
You see the bright yellow eyes before he swings open the crisscrossed door. The small brown kitten leaps out and crashes into the stack of your textbooks. You giggle and catch it before it scrambles over the edge.
"Aw, he's so cute," you preen as you pet it's soft fur and wriggles against your chest.
"Isn't he?" Lee says, "little thing kept me up. Mewing. I think he needs a friend but he’s too afraid of me."
"Oh?" Your eyebrows rise, "well, I can be his friend. Awwww," your distracted by the cat as he stretches to smell your chin.
"Two of ya," Lee throws his hand up, "too damn cute."
You laugh and cradle the cat in your arm as he tries to crawl up your chest. You stroke his back and nestle your chin against his head.
"How about Hickory?" You ask.
"Hickory?"
"For his name. Think it suits him."
"Ah, yea, I'd say so too," Lee muses as he watches with a slanted smirk, "so you don't mind stayin' with him tonight? I can't keep him locked up that long and I'm worried he might have an accident."
"Of course, I'll take care of him," you make a face at Hickory as he touches your nose with his.
"Got everything in the car. Had to do some shoppin' before I found ya. Food, milk, litter… I guess I'll go grab it, huh."
"I can't believe you found a kitten," you chime without really hearing him, "if only I was so lucky." You hug the kitten, "but we can't have pets in the dorms."
"That's too bad," Lee taps his fingers on the table as he stands, "but you're always welcome here, darlin'. You know?"
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You’re a bit nervous at first. You realise only too late you’ll have to sleep in your jeans but Lee offers you a shirt for the night. Wait until he leaves to change into it.
An eerie feeling takes over you once you’re alone. Even with Hickory around, you feel out of place. Like you shouldn’t be there. Maybe you shouldn’t but there’s nothing terribly wrong with it. He ordered dinner and he only really got ready for work as you sat and read and played with the kitten. Well, he did want a kiss before he left.
You take the blanket off the back of the couch along with the fluffy pillow he brought you. He offered you to sleep in his bed but that just doesn’t feel right. Does any of it?
It takes you some time to doze off. Hickory sleeps by your head as you toss and turn well past the early hours of the morning. You can’t help but empathise with Lee and his night shifts. The last time you check your phone, it’s after two.
Your dreams are a smear of colours and sensations. Nothing tangible. You’re so wrought with exhaustion, your mind can’t summon more than obscurity.
You wake only at the odd sensation along your neck. You moan and try to brush it away. You think it’s Hickory at first until the thick hand catches your own. You gasp and roll onto your back to look up at Lee.
“Sorry, darlin’, just making sure you’re alright,” he bends to kiss your cheek, “that couch ain’t too comfy. Why don’t you come in the bedroom?”
“Hmm?” Your eyes round, “what time is it?”
“Five,” he keeps his voice low, “still early.”
His eyes wander from your face and you follow his gaze down your body. Your leg is hooked around the blanket, your thigh exposed and cold. You shake your head and rub your eyes with a yawn.
“I’m okay right here,” you assure him. “With Hickory.”
You look around for the kitten. Lee clucks as he watches you.
“Scamp’s back in the carrier for now. He shredded up some toilet paper,” Lee says, “don’t be stubborn, sweet thing, you come lay down and get some proper sleep. Think I’ll rest better havin’ ya close.”
“Really, I’m–”
There’s not time to react as he bends and scoops you up. The blanket falls away from you as he backs away from the couch and you latch onto his shoulder. You squeak and kick your legs in surprise.
“Lee!”
“Now, darlin’, I worked a long night. I don’t wanna be fussin’ with ya,” he turns and carries you across the room, “shouldn’t be sleeping on that stiff couch. No good for ya.”
You cling to him, afraid he’ll drop you though his strength is unshakeable. He hardly puts any effort into carrying you. He enters the bedroom and you hide your face against his shoulder. It’s so weird. He sets you down on the bed and pets your forehead as you lay back against the pillows.
“Whatsa matter with ya?” He puffs, “bed’s not too bad. Only got it last year.”
You plant your elbows and push your head up, “I’m sorry, I just never been in… anyone’s bed before.”
“Hmm?” A stitch weaves between his brows as he unbuttons his dark shirt.
“Lee, I never even slept over with a boy,” you say, only realising how pathetic you sound as the words float between you. “I mean–” you gulp as you catch his eyes stray again, trailing down your naked legs.
“I'm no boy,” he scoffs.
He shrugs his shirt off, revealing his torso shamelessly. You avert your eyes but the sight of him stains your vision. His stomach bulges out beneath his chest, poking over his belt. You pull your legs up and push down the blanket, hiding under it so you don’t have to see him.
You can hear him moving around and you shiver as his footsteps near the bed. He climbs onto the other side and tugs the blankets over him. You wince as the mattress bounces under him and he presses himself to your back, snaking his arm around you. He wiggles his hips and you feel a prodding along your butt. You squeak as he chuckles against your hair.
“See what you do to me, sweet thing?” he purrs, “you’re lucky I’m all tuckered out.”
Nightlife 6
Warnings: touching, coercion, manipulation. 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.
Your heart wrenches violently as you stare at the grade beside your last quiz. You sink down in the seat of the lecture hall, suppressing a sob as you bite your knuckle. It's not just Developmental Psych, its Cognitive Processes and Social Psych too. You’re barely passing anything.
The rest of the class is already packing up. As usual, you're behind. You close your laptop and fold away the desk. You zip up your bag and sling it from your shoulder, the weight bouncing with your heavy steps.
You traipse out behind a pair of guys talking about some party. You never know. You're not smart or popular. College is just an extension of high school. You're still as lame as ever.
What are you going to do? Your dad's going lose it. If your scholarship falls through, you're in real trouble.
Your feet carry you without thought. You're going to go home and curl into a ball. You want to shrink and hide from everyone.
As you come out to the main row of campus, you wipe your cheek, realising only then that you're crying. You sniff and swipe away more tears as you tell yourself to suck it up. You're just a mess.
A honk makes you wince and you spin as tires scuff up against the curb. You recognize the unique colour of the car and think of running in the other direction. Not him again. Not right now.
"Hey, darlin', y’all done for the day?"
You peer around. The only people who notice give you a dirty look as they pass by, while others walk by without an ounce of concern. You sigh and drag your feet over the patch of grass, bending look through the window.
"Um, hi," you eke out, "I'm just… heading to the library."
He considers you as the engine rumbles and he keeps his hand on the wheel. Your mind flashes with the memory of the night before. His hand on his...
"You cryin', sweet thing? Who's gone and done that?" His brow arches as his jaw sharpens.
"N-no one," you wipe your nose with the back of your hand, "sorry, I was just… I'm okay."
"You aren't, look at ya. And you want me to let you go off on your own? You gotta study, you come over," he insists.
"Sir, really, I–"
"Now I drove all the way down here so don't you be arguin'. Get in, darlin'."
You blink and furrow your brow. How did he even know you'd be on campus at this very moment. You mentioned you had early classes but was he just waiting around to find you?
"You're starting to make me feel bad here, sweetheart," he grips the shifter, "I done nothing but good for ya, so you climb on in. I'll set you up a nice little study nook, how about that?"
You look from side to side. No one cares. They just go on in their lives, as if it's all so normal. You can't say it isn't and you can't argue with him. He hasn't asked for anything really.
The locks slide up and the noise breaks the last of your resistance. Your lie doesn't hold up. No point in going to the library when it doesn't seem to help.
You open the door and drop into the seat in defeat. You bring your bag around to your lap and pout. Lee lifts his hand to the back of your seat as he looms.
"Now, don't be doin' all that. Gimme a kiss, little blossom."
You hug your bag and lean over, turning to kiss his cheek. He moves so your lips meet his and you squeak in surprise. His tongue glides along the creases of your mouth and you quickly pull away.
"Whatsa matter?" He snarls, "I ain't done nothin' so whatever has got ya all upset, don't be taking it out on me."
"No, sir, it's just… I just… never done much kissing."
"Well, we can work on that, huh?"
You nod and pull the seatbelt across. You just want to go. You can't even look up at the college buildings. To think you were so excited for school and it's all gone so poorly.
He's quiet as he shifts into gear and presses down on the gas, following the slow draw of traffic. He clears his throat and pushes his shoulders back. You slump down lower and lower.
"So you gonna tell me what's goin' on?"
"It's nothing," you play with the zipper tab on your bag, "just school."
"Got something important comin' up? I'm sure you'll do just fine, smart girl like yourself."
You shake your head and slouch even further. Another swell of despair overwhelms you. You bury your face in your hands and sniffle.
"Aw, don't cry," he reaches to squeeze your shoulder, "now, you can't do that, darlin', I don't like to see you so torn up."
You suck in air and flick another wave of tears away. You make yourself sit up and clutch your hands over the front pocket of your bag. His thumb rubs your arm firmly as he keeps the wheels in motion.
"I'm not doing good. In anything," you confess, "my dad is gonna hate me. I know it and… and I don't know what to do." You heave and lean into the door, "it's dumb. Childish. You probably don't care."
"Oh, sweet thing, I do care," he drops his hand down to your leg, "it's gonna be okay. It's early, isn't it? You got time to bring your marks up, huh?"
"No," you swallow, "no, just finals and… and I can't…"
"Don't go sinking in the mud just yet," he pats your thigh then squeezes, "anything happens, I'll be here. I'll take care of ya, you know that."
"Hmmm?" You glance over at him as you cradle your cheek.
"Course I will, so don't you worry about your daddy. He can't be mad if you're trying your best."
You scratch your nose and nod. You don't know what to say. You don't expect him to be so nice. You expect a lecture but he isn't your father. He's… well, you don't know quite what to call him.
"So how about, we go back to my place, you get your stuff sorted out, we'll have some dinner and maybe, well, you could stay the night, if you're too tired. Know I don't mind at all."
"Well, I don't… I don't know. Tomorrow…"
"I gotta work, ya see, and I uh was hoping for a favour," he draws spirals on your thigh, "I found this little kitten, was all filthy and hungry. I don't wanna leave him too long, sweet little thing, so, uh you think you could stay and watch him? You like cats?"
"Oh, a kitten?" You wonder.
"Ah, yeah, I couldn't just leave it down in the alley," he tuts, "who would do something like that to a sweet little animal?" He stops at a light and looks over at you, lifting his hand to your face, "you seem like the doting type. Like you could take good care of him." He tickles your cheek softly, "'sides, he needs a name."
You can't help but smile. You never had a pet before. Your dad didn't let you. And you won't feel so bad with the distraction.
"Okay," you agree, "I guess I can stay a bit."
“Hes a stalker and killed people”
Hey at least he’s not a red pilled incel
Nightlife 5
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.
Walking home from the library, you find yourself checking over your shoulder. Each set of headlights has you envisioning the bronze corvette, every shadow of a passerby appears first as Lee's broad silhouette. Your eventual arrival is a relief, but not for long.
You look at your phone as it vibrates. You clutched it the whole way home. You see Lee's message floating below the time.
"Sup?" Raquel asks as she lazes on the couch.
"Oh, just studying," you answer as you take off your shoes, "feel better."
"Feel like shit," she answers without looking up from her cellphone. "Want some pizza? Was gonna order from Guillaume's."
"Hm, not really hungry," you shrug and your bag slips down to your elbow.
"Fine," she replies glumly, "guess I'll just get a small."
Your phone buzzes again and you quickly forget her disappointment. You flit by the couch and pause at the end. Should you tell her about Lee? She knows more about guys than you.
Your embarrassment gets the better of you. It's obvious you're stupid about boys but admitting it is too much. Besides, she's your roommate, not your friend. Her 'friends' were nowhere to be found when she was drunk at the club.
Your kick yourself back into step and retreat to your room. You shut the door and throw your bag on the bed. You open your messages and skim Lee's texts. Asking how studying went, how you're doing.
You type in a response, not much different than what you told Raquel. You set your phone on your desk and change into a pair of pj's: polka dot shorts and matching tee. You grab your cell and hop on the bed, dragging your bag closer to take out your laptop.
You turn on the 00s teen drama you ever been binging in passing as your phone rumbles in your hand. You lau back against your pillows.
'Lazy night, I like it.'
'Class tomorrow. Should settle down.'
You send your evasive reply and turn your attention to the dramatic argument between the sophomores played by thirtysomethings. It isn't long before another text shakes your phone.
'Too bad. Was hoping for a call.'
You stare at the message. You want to say no but you don't want to be rude. You don't answer as you languish in indecision.
A new text comes in before you can come up with a response.
'Just a short call. To say goodnight. I had such a nice time today.'
Shit. You don't know how he's persuasive even through text. The walls close in as you desperately search for an easy way to let him down. You got nothing.
'Alright.'
You regret your acquiescence as soon as you hit send. You blow out a heavy breath and look up at the ceiling. You could've just said you're going to sleep, you could lie. No, you've never been good at that.
Your phone chimes with the usual melody of a video call coming in. Huh? You assumed he meant phone call, not seeing you. Oh geez.
You sit up and hit pause on your laptop. You fumble to answer the call and the image of yourself in the corner shows only the top left portion of your face. You pull the phone back and center yourself in the small box, only then taking in the sight of the man that takes up the bulk of the screen.
Lee smiles at you through the camera, "hey, little darling, don't you look cozy."
You blink and give a nervous chuckle, more a rattle in your throat. You gulp as you notice the bareness of his shoulders. Eek. He can't be…
"Like the color of that shirt, can I get a look at all of ya?"
"Um, I don't know," you adjust your grip on the phone, "I…"
"Come on, I'm sure ya look scrumptious, sweet thing."
You tug on your lip. Your head is empty. Painfully so as your heart hammers in your chest. Facing him through a lens is somehow just intimidating as in the flesh.
“Errr,” you glance around cluelessly.
“Go on,” he urges, “just wanna see ya.”
You clamp your mouth shut as an icy wave rolls over you. It’s okay. It’s no big deal. Just your pajamas.
You climb off the bed, jostling the phone and you set it on the desk, leaning it against a book as you back up. You squint at your image in the frame as Lee hums in approval. He adjusts his phone, giving a small peek of the hair along the top of his chest.
“You look delicious,” he purrs, “ain’t you so cute.”
“Thanks,” you reach for the phone and quickly focus the camera on your face.
“The way you lookin’ right now, makes me wanna come over and… snuggle ya,” he smirks, “you’re such a sweet girl, huh?”
You don’t know what to say. You rub your lips together nervously and tug on your ear. He groans again, the image on his end shifting subtly.
“Or you could come over here, hm?” He drawls, “sneak up here, climb in next to me…” his voice grits as the camera shakes, the image of him blurring. “Wouldn’t you like that, sweetheart, you could get on top–” he drones as the angle changes and you see how his shoulder moves, his arm in a steady motion. Oh my, what is he doing?
“Lee?” You squeak in horror.
“I can’t help myself, this is what you do to me,” he growls, “the way I’ve been thinking of you all day. What if I just came there and crawled up on ya–” he nearly chokes, “tuck into you. Bet ya nice and tight–”
“Please, Lee–”
“Say it again, blossom,” he groans.
“Lee,” you beg.
“Mmmm,” his hand falls down, taking the phone with it.
Suddenly, the screen dims but you can still see shapes through the shadows. The silhouette of his dick as he strokes it, his thick fingers squeezing tight as his voice rumbles in the air. You’re too stunned to say a word, to hit end. You just gape and watch him play with himself.
“You see what you make me do, little darling,” he snarls, “you got me–”
He chokes and spasms, rubbing his cocks as he stammers out a splintered moan. You see the eruption from his tip and hear the slickness as he spreads it up and down his length. You squeal and cover your eyes at last. You’re absolutely humiliated.
“Lee!” You exclaim as you peek through your fingers.
He sighs and fixes the camera, turning it back to his face. His skin is shiny with sweat and a lock of hair hangs down his forehead. His cheeks are ruddy and flushed from his excitement.
“I hadta, sweet thing,” he growls, “if I didn’t,” he clears his throat, “I woulda had to come over there and do more.”
“Wh-why… Lee, I… I gotta go to sleep. Please. I got class tomorrow,” you plead.
“Mmm, such a good girl. I’ll dream of you,” he says, “hope not too much, the way you got me right now.”
“I’m sorry, I gotta be up early,” you murmur, hoping he’ll let you go.
“It hurts, blossom, how much I want you.”
“Mhmm,” you look away from the phone, “I…good night.”
He lets out a long exhale, a thick gristle catching in his throat, “night, darlin’. Now don’t you be touching yourself. You save that for me.”
“Lee, I wouldn’t–” you bat your lashes in shock.
“I know, sweet thing, I know. I’m just teasing. You sleep tight.”
You hit end in hopes he doesn’t notice your frown. You throw the phone away from you and plunge onto the bed. You hide your head under the pillow and squeal. You can’t believe what he just did and you’re terrified of what he might do next.
Nightlife 4
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.
Lee offers you a ride home. When you tell him you're going to the library instead, he insists on taking you there. You don't have the energy to refuse again.
You get in the car, a corvette the colour of copper. The inside is well kept and tidy, an air freshener lacing the air with a scent like cologne. The only sign of use is the fast food cup in the holder on the drivers side.
You put your bag at your feet and pull your seatbelt down. Lee shifts in his seat as he buckles up and checks the mirrors. He starts the engine, a loud rumbling beast, and steers out with a rev.
"So, little darling, you got a big test comin' up?" He asks, one hand on the wheel as he rests the other over your headrest.
"I got some reading to catch up on," you explain as you look evasively out the window.
"Ah, that's a good thing. Studyin' and all that. You're a good girl, ain't ya?"
You don't know how to answer that. There's some double meaning you can't quite decipher. You play with the hem of your blouse and shrug.
"I guess. I… try my best."
"I'm sure your best is more than enough," his hand drifts down and his fingertips touch your hair, "not like them other college girls. Like your friend. Hanging out in all the wrong places…"
"Raquel isn't… bad," you stammer. In fact, she gets better grades than you.
"I'm sure she's a nice one but not like you. Not a sweet little thing. You know, you walkin' up to that club like that, uh uh, if I wasn't there… not everyone is looking out for your kind."
"Mhmm," you hum as you tense in the seat.
His knuckles graze your cheek and you wince. You don't know what to do or what he's doing. So you do nothing.
Your heart thumps as he traces your jawline, "you really are pretty one. You like cherry? You know how to make cherry pie? You could bake me one…"
"Sir," you gulp as you stare through the windshield. You realise he's turned onto a backstreet. There isn't much traffic there.
"You'd look so nice in a pretty red dress, hm? And an apron?" He toys with your sleeve as his foot gets lighter on the pedal, "you could put a ribbon in your hair," his touch lingers on your arm as he steers into an empty lot, "and nothing else, if ya like."
He gropes your chest and you cry out in a panic. You try to swat him away as he hushes you. He hits the button of his seatbelt and it retracts to his shoulder.
"Now, now, little darling," his other hand pinches your neck and you rack with agony, "I'm just getting a feel of ya."
"Please," you beg, "why–"
"I ain't being mean, blossom," he assures you, "and I don't wanna be."
You writhe and reach back to clasp his wrist, "you're hurting me–"
"Ain't meaning to," he loosens his grip, "sorry, sweetheart, all I want is a kiss. How about that? We had a good day, didn't we?"
"I… a kiss?" You murmur, his hand linger behind your neck as his other falls to your stomach. You only realise then how he leans into you. "But…"
"But what, sweetheart? I bought you a scoop, I been real sweet like," he pets he back of your head, "it's just a little peck on the lips."
"But… but… I'm in college."
"You're full grown, sweet thing."
You look around, veins coursing with ice as you tremble wildly. You don't even know where you are. You look down at your lap and his large hand as it slips to rest on your thigh.
"I see," he drags his hand away from your pant leg, "you were only usin' me."
You frown and fold your arms across your middle. You lean on the car door and shake your head. That's not what you were doing at all.
"You asked me for ice cream, I…"
"And I paid. Got your friend home safe, too. Givin' ya a ride and all. All I'm asking is a small thank you."
You sniff and wriggle in the seat, "you touched me…"
"You look so good, I couldn't help myself, promise, I'll keep my hands to myself."
You stare at the dashboard as horror tugs at your lips. You just want to go but you don't see a way out. Not without making things worse.
"Alright, if I… will you still take me to the library?"
"Course I will. Like I said."
"Okay," you turn your head and drop your hands to clutch them in your lap, "I could… I could give you a kiss."
He smirks and pushes a lock of hair away from his face as it droops forward. He leans in as your eyes round. You force them closed and quickly peck him on the mouth.
As you pull back, he growls. You open your eyes shyly. His mouth slants and he huffs.
"Come on, darling, just… let me show ya, alright?" He grips the headrest above your head and brings his other hand to your chin, "all soft like."
He leans in as you freeze in terror. He presses his lips to yours, holding them there with a hum, his tongue gliding wetly across yours before he parts. He hovers only an inch away.
"Wasn't that nice?" He tickles your cheek.
You blink and make yourself nod. It wasn't as awful as you expected. This close, you can't help but notice how blue his eyes are.
"I get it, you're shy, we don't gotta go too fast," he sits back and sighs, lifting himself slightly as he adjusts in the seat.
"Yeah…" you babble senselessly.
"Now, uh, library, that on campus?" He asks as he shifts into gear.
"Yes, sir."
You're silent as the daze takes over. You feel his grasp on your chest, you can't shake how it made your insides churn. And the helplessness that flooded you when he had his hand on your neck.
You wring your hands and think. You can't blame him for being mad. The way you led him on, but you didn't even realise! How could you know when you thought that he was just being nice?
"Lee," you eke out as he drives in silence, his fingertips running up and down his thigh.
"Yes, little darling."
"I'm sorry."
"Sorry? Nothing to be sorry for," he says, "don't you trouble yourself."
"I just… I didn't realise that… was the ice cream… a date?"
He laughs and his hand slips towards the inside of his thigh. You watch his profile as he peeks over at you briefly. He doesn't look as angry as he sounded just a few moments ago.
"I was hopin' so," he says, "unless you got the boys lined up waiting for you."
It's your turn to laugh, more out of embarrassment than amusement.
"No, sir, I don't," you utter.
"I'm a lucky man, then," he preens, "scooping up a blossom of my own."
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?”
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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.
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.
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
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
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?
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?
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’.
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???
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)
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
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!!
I have fun reading religion then stories ❤️
