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Return to Sender

Neighbor!Ransom Drysdale x fem!reader

Summary: As if the holidays didn't add enough stress to your life, your asshole neighbor seems hellbent to be the cherry on top.

Warnings: Smut, 18+ ONLY, oral (f receiving), making out, accidental voyeurism, mentions of alcohol consumption, swearing, Ransom being an asshole

A/N: I wrote a thing !! Finally! Thank you for bearing w me through this insane block. Here is my unbelievably late entry for the Happy Hoelidays 2021 challenge hosted by @stargazingfangirl18, @navybrat817, @drabblewithfrannybarnes Thank you for your patience and the extension, I hope you like it!! This is my first time writing Ransom so let me know what you think!

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You used to love Christmas. No school, sweets, teeming with excitement in anticipation of seeing family and opening presents. Now though, it was more of a burden than anything. The pressure of buying gifts and working to make every last get together and party into your schedule was just too much. All that running around only to end up dealing with jaded, old family members or making awkward conversation with friends of friends hardly seemed worth it.

Now you found yourself staring down another year of unsuccessful last minute shopping and fighting the urge to give up the holiday entirely. You let out a loud groan of frustration seeing the thin blanket of snow covering your car in the mall parking lot. You tried not to let the combination of shopping and the weather get to you as you swiped the snow off the windshield.

Dusk had long settled in and the thick flakes of snow were making the drive in the dark all the more difficult. Relief started settling into your features as you turned down your road despite the slickness from the snow. Only minutes away from a bottle of wine and unwatched episodes of trashy reality TV.

The tires struggled to gain traction around a curve and after a few more steps on the gas you accepted it’s not getting anywhere on its own. There’s only three houses on your road but you put your hazards on anyway to be safe. That prick next door is always speeding down the road in his flashy car. He’s gonna end up killing someone someday.

You did your best to dig out the snow surrounding the cab and put the car in neutral. Now the hard part. With a deep breath you pushed with everything you had to move the car forward. It only budged a few inches but you weren’t able to get it any further.

The cold air stung your lungs as you tried to catch your breath but you couldn’t give in. You weren’t about to pay to be towed 40 feet down the road.

Steeling yourself for another attempt, you were thrown off by the sound of crunching snow behind you and it wasn’t until the headlights peered around the curve that you realized it’s your douche neighbor Ransom in his Benz. How it’s even driving in this condition is a mystery to you.

There’s not a lot of time to think on it though as the car continues towards you. You fumbled backwards to avoid being hit and landed in the snow bank beside your trunk.

The scream you let out is more one of frustration than surprise or fear. Murphy’s law is sounding pretty plausible right now with the day you’ve had ending like this.

“Fucking asshole!” It echoes through the trees along with the tires of his Benz squealing when he skirts into his driveway.

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It took an hour and one tearful phone call to your dad coaching you through it to gain the traction you needed to make it home.

Through the windows of your dining room your attention was caught by the lights glaring from Ransom’s floor to ceiling windows across the way. His house isn’t far but it’s just far enough for you to only make out his figure settling into his couch. It’s just far enough away to spy the figure of your neighbor Justine straddling his lap before you huff and head back to your room.

It isn’t surprising to see Justine there, with how much she gawks and giggles about him every time the two of you talk. She’s the only other neighbor you have, living in the house at the end of the street just past yours.

She’s beautiful and charming, albeit a little naive. You couldn’t blame her despite your eyeroll. If you didn’t know Ransom as a person you’d probably let him take you home, too.

But you do know him, and you’ve watched one too many Ubers pick up sniffling girls at early hours in the morning with him nowhere in sight. He’s even made occasional passes at you, always just laughing off the rejection like it was a challenge. Sometimes it felt like he’d goad you walking around in nothing but his boxers, knowing you could see right into his house.

Playboy tendencies aside, he’s an unsurprisingly shitty neighbor too. Loud music late into the night, ripping down the road like he owns it, he’s even accused you of stealing packages when they were mistakenly delivered to you.

You peaked out your window at his house one last time and saw the two of them writhing and topless. Disgusted by his scumminess you pulled the curtain a little harder than you needed to and turned your attention back to your show.

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A few nights later and it was finally the weekend. The clock continued to tick to buy presents but a long day of work had you yearning to cancel any and all plans to be productive.

DoorDash was ordered and you slipped into the biggest, comfiest sweater you could find.

Headlights shone down the driveway but you knew it was too soon to be the food you’d ordered. Did you have any packages being delivered? Scurrying to the foyer, you got the door just as the bell rang.

You were confused however, when you were met with a single matte black box with red ribbon on the front step. The delivery driver was already halfway down the drive before you could say anything.

You brought the package inside and eyed it warily for a return label. You frowned when you couldn’t find one. It was, however, meant to go to your house. There wasn’t a name but the address was right. With a shrug you walked it over to your kitchen counter to get a better look.

Wherever this came from it looked bougie, you couldn’t imagine who on Earth would be sending you something this nice, let alone anything at all. Certainly not your friends or parents, you always exchanged gifts in person. Definitely not a romantic interest, you hadn’t been on a date since a very disastrous Hinge meet up two months ago that ended with you helping him into a cab and holding his hair when he puked.

You cringed at the memory and decided that just for that you deserved whatever nice thing was in this box. As you undid the thick ribbon bow the sides of the box fell away to reveal a card sitting on top of what you assumed was a gift wrapped in tissue paper. Curiosity overtook you and you went for the gift first.

It was feather light in your hands and you gently unfolded the tissue paper to reveal… lace? You pulled it out of the tissue paper and realized that you were holding a strappy, elegant teddy. Against the light you could see it was Agent Provocateur and were even more confused.

Alarm bells went off in your head. Who the hell would send you lingerie? Have you been stalked for months and this is how you find out? Is it too late to ask for a security system for Christmas? The floor to ceiling windows seemed so trendy and unique in your mid-century home but now you felt completely exposed.

Thoroughly creeped out and a little on edge you remembered that there was a card that could hopefully explain this whole thing away. You were almost certain this wasn’t meant for you.

You carefully opened the envelope and pulled out a card to look for an inscription.

“Justine - Wear this tonight, I’ll leave the light on for you. - Ransom”

The muscles of your face contorted into a slow grimace after reading the words again. You went from unnerved to livid in seconds flat as you processed what was happening. You couldn’t even catch a break from this asshole on your weekend in. You were disgusted and annoyed and determined to tell him off about it before he could accuse you of stealing it.

A quick peek out the window and his light was indeed on and he’d be getting company, just not what he expected.

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In your anger you didn’t bother to change out of your ratty old sweater and leggings before stepping into your boots and heading for the door.

Your boots crunched into the snow as you tromped across your yard to his until you finally reached the porch. You pressed the doorbell and knocked impatiently for him to answer.

The wind bit at your skin and made you realize that you forgot your coat. At this point you were banging against the door just to get away from the cold.

The door swung open to reveal Ransom with a glass of wine in hand, ready to make some overconfident one liner. You barreled past him into the foyer and his eyebrows shot up in surprise.

“Oh,” he started, “Not the neighbor I was expecting but sure, come on in.”

“Just shut the hell up. I know I’m not the neighbor you were expecting, do you know why I know that?”

You held your hand up before he could answer and took a step closer to him.

“Because you sent your mail-in booty call to the wrong house, idiot! There are only three houses on this street! How on Earth did you manage to do that?”

He didn’t have anything to add, choosing instead to look on in amusement from against the wall. He took a sip of his wine and gave a little shrug.

“Moreover, you guys are fucking gross fucking dwon here out in the open knowing damn well you don’t have curtains. Why the hell can’t you take it upstairs like a normal person?”

Immediately he set his wine down on the sideboard and he stepped closer to you. His eyebrow quirked and a slow smile crossed his lips.

“Now why would I do that? You like what you see, neighbor? Maybe you’re just wishing it was you being railed in front of the fireplace.”

You felt heated in your core by the image but you couldn’t dignify him with an answer to that question. You huffed in an attempt to regain some composure and took a step back.

“I mean I know you’re a douche, but do you have to be a shitty neighbor too? Disgusting.”

His body closed in on yours until your back met the archway of the foyer and you had nowhere to look but up at him. His right arm rested just above your head while the other floated tentatively near your side. He leaned in on you until his lips were just beside your ear. The smell of wine on his breath was present as he chuckled at you.

“Let’s not deflect here, sweetheart. I catch you looking some nights when you think you’re out of sight.”

Your eyes widened at the news. You only looked because he was there. If you tried not to look every time you’d probably never look out the windows on that side of the house again.

You opened your mouth to speak but nothing came out.

“Y’know, I noticed you don’t seem to have a lot of visitors, must be lonely. Why don’t you let me help you out of that ugly sweater. Love thy neighbor, right?”

You pushed lightly against him in annoyance but he didn’t budge.

“You already do,” you scoffed, “How do you think Justine would feel knowing you said that to me?”

Why you thought that asking him to consider someone else’s feelings would have any impact on him you’ll never know. He just shook his head with a little laugh.

“She’s cute but she’s like a puppy with how bad she wants it. Plus she doesn’t have an ass like you do. You think I don’t see you gardening in your little shorts in the Summer?”

You pushed again and he let you move him back just a bit before holding onto your arm.

“Maybe I’m sorry for lacking in my neighborly duties, wanna make it up to you.”

Your eyes met his and even though you were fuming he was warm and he smelled good and were you really that lonely? Fuck it. If he’s offering you might as well use him.

“Prove it, asshole”

That’s the only warning he got before you grabbed the collar of his shirt with your free hands and brought his lips down onto yours. He grunted in surprise before pulling you closer to him and kissing back with a fervor you hadn’t expected for how cool he’d been playing it. He pulled away to breathe and take you in.

“Thought I was disgusting?” He goaded.

“Thought you were gonna make it up to me?” you countered.

You pushed him backwards towards the couch. You know you were totally about to be another girl naked in his wide open living room but at the moment you couldn’t care less.

He kissed you again before guiding you to sit. You fell back against the cushions and looked up at his figure looming over you.

His hands reached to unzip his fly when you stopped him.

“What do you think you’re doing?”

“Wh-”

“You’re supposed to be making it up to me, remember? Don’t tell me you can’t live up to the hype,” you tutted at him.

He huffed out a laugh and shook his head. He kneeled to the floor before you and ran his hands up your thighs without breaking your gaze.

“Fine,” he grinned, “You have no idea”

The tips of his fingers hooked into the waistband of your leggings and pulled them towards him, leaving you in your panties. If you weren’t so sexually frustrated you might have felt embarrassed being so vulnerable in front of someone you hate. But right now you had other priorities.

You kicked the fabric free from around your ankles and arched your hips as you reached for your panties. One large hand grabbed yours to stop you from going any further. You looked at him but he just shook his head with a playful smirk.

Ransom brought your hand to your side and nosed his way up your open thighs, sprinkling in trailing kisses and small bites until he finally reached his destination. He pinned you with his stare and pressed an open kiss to your clothed pussy making you shudder.

You let out a staggered breath while teased you. You were squirming and on edge but you weren’t about to beg this asshole for anything. Even if you were essentially just grinding on his face.

Finally he grabbed a hold of your panties and pulled them away from your body, leaving you exposed to him. You were dripping with slick and when the air hit your pussy your whole body shivered in anticipation.

Ransom pushed up the sleeves of his sweater to get to work. He spread your legs further and held them in place when he hooked his hands around your thighs. Just the action made you clench around nothing. He sent you one last look before he dove in.

He licked a thick stripe up to your clit before closing in on it. What had started as small licks had turned into a full on feast for him. His tongue lapped at your clit just enough to bring you to the edge but never over it. Your thighs clenched around his head but if anything it just egged him on.

Your moans were an equal mix of pleasure and frustration at this point. You should’ve known someone like him was gonna drag it out before giving into you. Just when you thought he was going to let you cum he sunk two fingers deep into you and curled them towards him.

“Ah! Oh God,” you cried. He just hummed when your hand grabbed root in his hair. All you could do was hold on while he chose the pace.

His fingers were pumping into you faster and at this point you didn’t know much longer you could stand it. His tongue was lapping at your clit faster and his fingers worked you harder. You clenched your thighs around his head and your back arched off the couch.

You cried out a series of explicatives while he carried you through wave after wave of bliss. He didn’t fight you as you untangled your fingers from his hair and pushed him away. Ransom sat back on his haunches and panted heavily trying to catch his breath. You could see his cock painfully straining against his pants and couldn’t help the flash of pride you felt knowing you did that.

You took in your surroundings as you calmed down from your high. You were still pissed but if this was how he made up you saw no issue in accepting his apologies.

You sat up from the couch and gave yourself a moment to breathe. When you did, the smell of peanut sauce and curry hit your nose and your head shot up at him in disbelief.

Across the room you spotted a white styrofoam container with a familiar logo sitting on his kitchen counter.

“Is that my fucking Thai food order?”

“Oh, yeah I guess so. Thanks, it’s a little spicy though”

With a scoff you pushed yourself up and away from him and stepped back into your leggings.

Ransom sat up behind you in confusion as you bee-lined for the food. You swiped it from the counter and started for the door when he realized what was happening.

“Wait, where are you going?”

“Home,” you answered, “I got what I wanted and I’m hungry” you shook your head in irritation.

He shot to his feet and followed you to the foyer. He grabbed you by the elbow gently to turn you around. A quick look downwards you could tell he was still hard.

“But what about me?”

“Last time I checked I didn’t have anything to make up to you. Plus, my food is getting cold. Have a good night though.”

He was absolutely incredulous as you turned the knob on the door. As you stepped through the threshold he stood still in disbelief.

“So no head!?” he called out.

You kept walking back to your yard when you turned slightly to give him one last look.

“I’m keeping the set by the way!” You answered over your shoulder as you reached your porch.

The look on his face was so satisfying. Even though it wasn’t meant for you, this may be the best gift you’ve ever been given.

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dollslayer · 2 years

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thank you so much!! It was my first fic and I'm glad it's getting to new readers who can share the love for Mafia!Bucky! I've been kicking around some ideas in follow up to it...

Thank you for reading and sharing! 💖

Hurt Me, Dollface

Summary: Mob!Bucky Barnes x Escort!Reader, Dark!Bucky Barnes x Reader, Being a working girl close to the inner circles of the country’s most infamous mob bosses, you never expected yourself to end up in a predicament like this. W/C: 2,871

WARNINGS: 18+, Dubcon, erotic asphyxiation, choking kink, drug mention, mild description of violence (If ya squint), swearing, mentions of organized crime. Do NOT proceed if any of these things upset you. You are responsible for your own media consumption and experience.

A/N: Hello! This is quite literally my first ever fanfic I have ever written but I really hope you enjoy it!! Some mob!bucky with a twist! I definitely maybe based this Bucky heavily on Gyp Rosetti from Boardwalk Empire. Maybe. If you have any comments or thoughts or suggestions please please let me know I’m eager to hear all suggestions! If you are intending to send me hate you are wasting your time. I didn’t proof read this otherwise I’d never get around to posting it. If I missed anything in the tags or warning please let me know so I can mend it!! P.S.- I do not own any characters in this story or anything based off of it. Cheers!

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James Barnes came into town for what should have been a brisk weekend to celebrate the new year with his business associate.

There wasn’t a pie that Stark didn’t have his finger in in this city. Drugs and weapons mostly with racketeering profits from his night clubs to cover it all up and keep the government off his back when bribes failed him. As rough around the edges as they were, their boss, Anthony Stark, ran a tight ship and things were only on the up and up for them, it seemed.

You didn’t concern yourself with matters to do with the organized crime in the area, you only concerned yourself with the business they provided you in turn. You offered services to the best brothel in the city alongside your own partner in crime, Natasha.

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Ahh thank you so much! You're so sweet 🥺 Thank you for reading and sharing! 💖

Champagne Problems

Bartender!Bucky x Reader

Summary: When your ex-boyfriend makes a surprise appearance at your sister's wedding you find help from an unexpected source.

W/C: 4,642

Warnings: NO MINORS, Smut, oral sex (f receiving), unprotected sex, swearing, alcohol consumption

A/N: Hey! I know it's been a minute (sorry), I wrote this for @saiyanprincessswanie's writing challenge using the bartender au! If you like this please reblog and comment and check out my other fics!! Cheers!

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You sighed internally before slapping on a smile for yet another group picture. Your bridesmaid dress was itchy and you already regretted spending the entire night in it, as the reception was just starting. But it was your sister’s day and you decided that if what she really wanted was for you to wear this itchy monstrosity to honor her wedding then damn it, you’d do it. So you leaned in close with the rest of the wedding party and posed some more.

When the photographer had finished with his photos you were ushered to the family table and wedged between your mother and your aunt. You mentally cursed your sister for seating you with them because they were going to spend the entire night trying to set you up with someone while simultaneously lamenting that you’d dumped your boyfriend of 4 years just a month earlier. Your mother wanted grandchildren so badly, you didn’t know why she couldn’t just settle to get them from your sister.

“Sweetheart, you and Steve were so good together though! Remember when he surprised you at Christmas with that puppy? I don’t know how you let a man like that go…” Your mom chided.

You grabbed the attention of a passing server and grabbed the champagne off their tray. If you were going to have this conversation again you needed liquid courage to do so. You downed it in three sips and your mom scoffed at you.

“Mom, we've been over this. I didn’t ask him to do that, we agreed we weren’t ready for a dog. Ugh, oh my god, anyways, we just didn’t work together. Sometimes things don’t work out, Mom. You’ll still get grandkids, just not from me.” You patted her on the shoulder but she just pursed her lips and looked past you to your aunt.

You wanted nothing more than to get wasted but you couldn’t do that to your sister. You wouldn’t get blackout drunk, but you were definitely getting drunk tonight. The reception was being held in a hotel and the wedding party had a block of rooms reserved so it’s not like you had to drive. You just had one thing to do before you did that.

The moment you’d been dreading had finally arrived, the toast. You held your freshly topped-off glass of champagne and brought your fork to it to get everyone’s attention. Someone handed you the mic and you hesitated before taking it and nervously cleared your throat.

By what you assumed could only be the grace of God you managed to deliver the perfect toast about finding the right person and soulmates and anything else you might find in a hallmark card with only minor stumbles. Everyone clapped and your brother-in-law wiped a stray tear and everyone finally dug into dinner. You just hoped that would mean your mother would be quiet about Steve for the next 20 minutes and then you could escape to the open bar.

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You almost made it through dinner scott-free and sat back to watch your sister’s first dance. Just when you thought you were in the clear it was your aunt that threw a wrench in your plans. She was three glasses of wine deep and had that glassy look in her eye when she grabbed your elbow and pulled you closer. She spoke to you in a low voice while trying not to fumble her words.

“Listen kiddo, I know your mom is hard on you about Stevie but she just wants what’s best for you. What you two had… it was so good even I liked him! I don’t like anybody y’know that. So.. so why don’t you jus’ give ‘im another chance, make your mom happy? Couldn’t be that bad, could it? Maybe he’ll even… surprise you”

You mentally blocked out her words halfway through her speech, hoping neither of you would remember it by the end of the night. Right now you just had to get her to stop so you could get away from the table. You didn’t think you could take one more second of being shamed for leaving Steve.

You smiled sweetly and nodded in understanding towards her words.

“I know, Aunt Linda. I know. Sometimes things happen, I love mom but I’ll find someone else.”

With that you patted her on the shoulder and took off in search of the bar.

There were two bars and you wanted to go to the less crowded one. Looking around you had spotted it just past the dancefloor and made a beeline. Weaving through the now open dance floor and escaping the invitations to join your family you finally made it and leaned heavily against the countertop with a sigh.

“Rough night?” Your eyes follow the gruff yet amused voice and find that it belongs to a very handsome man with a defined jaw, clear blue eyes, and long hair that was tied back.

You smiled and rolled your eyes.

“You don’t know that half of it. Nothing like a wedding to remind you how single you are” You joked.

“Ah. Yeah, that’ll do it. That’s rough. You look like you need a drink, what can I get you?”

“Dealer’s choice. Just no vodka.” You requested.

He smirked and nodded, perusing the lines of bottles that were in front of him. He bit his lip as he concentrated on what to make and you tried not to stare. You watched him get to work on your drink and couldn’t help but notice the way you could see his muscles move underneath his dress shirt.

He turned back around and proudly presented you with something fizzy in a highball glass.

“My own concoction, I even used the non-watered down liquor. Just for you” He says with a wink.

You try your best to hide your shy smile and accept the drink.

“Thank you, how sweet of you.” You tell him.

“It’s nothin’. So how’s a gal like you single? If you don’t mind my asking. Seems pretty impossible to me.”

You're caught somewhere between flattery and embarrassment and just hope it doesn't show on your face. You take a long sip of your drink and gear up to answer him.

“Well, I just got out of a 4 year relationship, actually. He’s really sweet but he always had a tendency to steamroll my needs and just do whatever he was going to do. Eventually that shit adds up.” You sigh.

“Like for example - last year we had talked about getting a dog and I said I wasn’t ready, we’re just both way too busy and then on Christmas day he shows up with this puppy! And then I’m the villain for telling him no! The puppy ended up going to a good home but he did stuff like that all the time. It just became too much. Anyways now my mom won’t get off my ass about leaving him.” You shook your head.

“A puppy? Wow, that’s… intense. That’s a lot, I’m sorry. You finish that drink and I’ll pour us both a shot” He laughed.

You nodded in agreement and downed the rest of the cocktail. He held up two shot glasses and extended one to you.

“A toast, to… wait. I don’t even know your name!”

His shoulders shook as he laughed and he answered you.

“I’m James but you can call me Bucky” You made a face at that.

“What kinda name is Bucky?” You asked before giving him your own name.

“Whatever, I’ve got two shots of tequila, you want one or not?” How could you say no?

“A toast,” You continued, “To you and your weird name, Bucky.”

He laughed and you clinked your glasses together, then against the counter before downing them in one go. You tried your best not to make a face and looked up at Bucky to find him extending you the lime chaser, which you took gratefully.

“Hoo… I could use like, 3 more of those to get through tonight. So, how’d you get into bartending?”

“I needed somethin’ to put me through school and I figured this beats stripping. Though, with some of the customers we get sometimes I’m not so sure”

You laughed at that and Bucky went on to tell you anecdotes of all the crazy people he’s had to serve, disastrous weddings, and the time he got a lapdance from the bride herself. You hadn’t even realized how much time had passed but you were enjoying talking to him, forgetting your mission to be drunk.

The two of you kept swapping stories and were getting to know each other a bit more. He let you vent about Steve and just listened, it was refreshing to talk to someone and not be told what it is that you should be wanting. When you pictured the night you didn’t picture yourself confiding in the bartender tonight but if you were honest you were enjoying yourself. It beat awkwardly dancing with your family and enduring more disappointed remarks from your family.

You had hoped you could hide out at the bar and spend the entire night unscathed when the double doors to the ballroom opened. Your heartbeat in your ears as time slowed down around you as a blond head of hair made its way through the archway. Your laughter died in your throat when Baby blue eyes found you across the room and you froze like a deer in headlights. No. Nononononono this isn’t happening.

Time has somehow come to a halt while simultaneously hurtling forward since you can’t get yourself unstuck from this moment yet fail to realize that Steve is now standing right in front of you. His hair is swept back perfectly and he flashes you that million dollar smile of his that shows off his dimples perfectly. You scold yourself for checking him out but damn did he always clean up nice.

“Hey, sweetheart” he says shyly, as if he’s not crashing your sister’s wedding to get with you.

“What…? What are you doing… here?” You ask quietly, trying to avoid a scene.

Before he can answer you your mom comes up behind Steve and squeezes his shoulders tight, all with a big, bright smile on her face. Of course. How did I not see this coming?

“You made it!” She exclaimed as she leaned up to kiss his cheek.

“Of course, sorry to have missed the ceremony but there’s still plenty to celebrate, right?” He asked with his signature boyish smirk.

Shock was still in full effect on your features as you stood stock still. But that shock was soon giving way to anger as you slowly pieced together everything that was happening. Your mom had brought back Steve to try and get you back together and Steve was steamrolling you again.

“I… I, can’t. I can’t-” You started

“Sweetheart, how many of those have you had? You need some water.” Steve motions to the drink in your hand and you feel the anger running through your veins about to take over. You have to move this out of the room. Now.

“Why don’t we move this to the hall?” You suggested quietly.

You didn’t give him a chance to respond before you started moving towards the exit but you did spare one last panicked glance towards Bucky. He looked confused and his brows were quirked in a way that made him look upset, almost. You sent him a pleading look before turning back around and preparing yourself to deal with this shitshow that had slowly unfolded before you.

Breathe in. Hold. Breathe out. Hold. You got this. Your hand begins to push the door open when Steve’s much larger one covers yours and gets the job done. An action that you once would’ve thought was sweet, one that you would’ve made you swoon, even, is currently pissing you off.

You two made your way to the hallway and you looked around before you started in on him.

“Okay, what the hell, Rogers? Crashing my sister’s wedding? Really?! I don’t give a shit if my mom put you up to this I-”

“Sweetheart, please. She thought you might be having second thoughts and maybe us seeing each other would… patch things up. We just want what’s best for you, sweetheart” Steve attempted to console you, reaching out to try and rub your arm but you pulled back.

“No! I am so sick of you running me over! You never listened to me or what I had to say and this is exactly why I broke up with you, Steve! You’re being so fucki-”

“Hey, babe, everything okay out here?” Bucky’s voice surprised you but not as much as his lips pressing a kiss into your hair and his arms wrapping around your waist.

You had to crane your neck to look back and up at him. It took all of two seconds for you to piece together what you’d hoped was the truth. Bucky raised his eyebrows at you as if to say “come on” and in all your desperation you went with it. You supposed that his formal uniform made him pass for a regular guest.

“I, ah, yeah, yes. Steve here was just leaving, right?” You asked him.

Steve raised his eyebrows in a stunned expression, mouth slightly open in disbelief. His hand reached out towards your shoulder but Bucky pulled you back gently.

“Doll, are you serious? Who even is this guy? Does your mom know about this?”

“No, she doesn’t. It’s… new…” You told him.

“Right,” Bucky cuts in, “It’s new so we weren’t telling anyone just yet but she figured I should at least be here for the reception”

“Seriously?” Steve scoffs, “Man bun? What does he have that I don’t? C’mon, you know what you and I have is real.”

“What you and I have is over, Steve. You never listened to me, always pushed me further than I was ready for. We’re done, it’s over. I’m sorry for whatever Mom told you”

Steve took a harsh breath inwards and you watched him try to decide whether he should walk away or blow up. Based off of the veins popping in his forehead, he was opting to blow up.

“Listen, I don’t know what you’re up to but-”

“She said it’s over, punk. Move along” Bucky cut in. He took a protective step in front of you and pushed his shoulders back, squaring up to Steve. Steve seethed quietly and you two exchanged very tense glances.

“I’m telling your mother about this. I doubt she’ll be happy to hear you brought some random person to your sister’s wedding.” Steve spat.

He walked past the two of you and bumped shoulders harshly with Bucky. Bucky’s jaw tensed and his grip on your waist tightened but he didn’t retaliate. Instead he took a step back to get a proper look at you.

“You okay?”

“Why did you do that? You didn’t have to.”

“I know, but you looked like you could really use the help.”

“Well… thank you. I appreciate it, more than you know. I don’t know what would’ve happened if you weren’t there.” You laughed to yourself a little and added, “We’re not even together 5 minutes and you already have all my emotional baggage”

Bucky laughed at that and shook his head.

“Don’t worry ‘bout it. I’ve got some crazy exes too. So what now? You going back in?”

You became a little flustered at that but moved past it with a sheepish grin.

“No,” You shook your head, “I think it’s best for everyone if I just go up to my room and avoid a whole scene.”

“Well at least let me walk you up. I wouldn’t put it past that creep to follow you.”

“What about the bar?”

“We’re overstaffed and the party’s winding down anyways. They’ll get on without me”

“Alright then” You accepted and started off towards the elevators.

You two were standing in the elevator waiting for the doors to close when you spotted the doors to the ballroom open. Your mother was looking around, her face a picture of anger. Lucky for you the doors closed before she could look in your direction and you let out a sigh of relief.

“You know as far as fake boyfriends go I’d say you’re pretty good”

“Just good? C’mon I had that guy on the ropes.”

“Yeah alright,” You relented with a grin.

You exited the elevator car and made your way down the hallway until finally you reached your door. You fished your keycard out of your wallet and turned to Bucky.

“Hey… do you wanna… maybe come in? Hang out? I know you’ve got work but if you’re overstaffed maybe…” You trailed off. There was a beat of silence and you felt regret instantly, thinking you’ve asked too much of him. “Y’know what nevermind, you don’t have to, I’m sorry I-”

“I’d love to hang out with you, if you’re okay with that. Plus it’s probably better I wait to get back until the wedding’s over. Can’t really show my face as your boyfriend and then get back behind the bar, can I?” He said with a soft smile.

“Suppose you’re right,” You swiped the card and cracked open the door.

You stepped inside and felt like you could finally breathe again. You kicked off your heels and went to turn on the lights. You reached back to get the zipper of your dress but couldn’t quite get there.

“Will you get my zipper?” You asked Bucky. He nodded and came closer to you.

You could feel his warmth radiating from him when he was this close. Your nostrils filled with the heady scent of his aftershave. He smells so good. He unzipped you halfway and left the rest for you.

You thanked him and grabbed your change of clothes and headed to the bathroom. Relieved to finally be free of the itchy monstrosity of a bridesmaids dress you sighed and put on a tank top and pair of shorts. You realized the tank top showed a little more of your cleavage than intended but you shrugged it off and exited the bathroom.

Bucky’s eyes landed on you and he took a sharp breath in but tried to play it cool. It half worked, you caught him staring a little bit and giggled to yourself. When you looked at him again he was undoing his tie and the first two buttons of his shirt. Wonder what he’d look like if he unbuttoned just a few more… You stopped yourself in that line of thinking and joined him on the couch.

“I think your phone’s gonna zap itself into an early grave with the way it’s been going off” Bucky said as he pointed to your phone on the table.

You picked it up to find you had several missed calls from your mother, one from Steve, and one very long text message from him that was already inducing a headache. You opened it, forgetting you had read receipts on. Oops. You weren’t going to read this now in front of Bucky, so you shut it off and put it aside.

“So how are you feelin’?” He asked.

“Better now that I’m out that damned dress. As for my family, they'll get over themselves. I don’t know why who I’m dating is such a big deal to them anyways.”

“You do look more comfy now that you’ve changed. If you don’t mind me sayin’ you’re just as gorgeous now as you were all dolled up”

You felt heat flood your cheeks instantly and eked out a thank you. You and Bucky talked for an hour more or so and in that time you’d found yourself nodding off with your head on his chest. On instinct he brought your whole body closer to him and put his arm around you. If you were less sleepy you’d be embarrassed but right now you didn’t care.

Bucky had moved slightly and inadvertently jolted you awake. You shot up and realized that you’d cuddled your way into Bucky’s side and now the embarrassment was catching up with you. You instantly scooted back to give him some space.

“Sorry, I uh, didn’t mean to cuddle you” You said while avoiding his gaze.

You felt a hand on your thigh and finally looked up to find him smirking at you.

“I didn’t mind it. It’s getting late though, I should get back.”

You were slightly disappointed but nodded your head. You rose and followed him to the door. He went for the handle but turned around when you grabbed his hand. He stepped away from the door and was in your personal space. You looked up at him with a shaky breath.

“Thank you, again, for what you did. It was really sweet of you.” He smiled down at you and brought one hand to your face. Oh God, I didn’t prepare for this. Your heart was beating just a little harder as you looked into his clear blue eyes.

“For you? Anytime. I had a really fun time with you tonight.”

“Me too.”

With that his other hand came up to cup your face and he kissed you sweetly. It wasn’t until you kissed him back that he pulled away.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to, I don’t wanna make you uncomf-”

You grabbed him by the shirt collar and brought him in for another kiss. This time more demanding but just as sweet. He let out a small moan and you swear you could’ve melted. His tongue explored your mouth while his hands moved their way down your body and brought you even closer to him. You could feel that he was hard and it only made you want him more.

Without breaking the kiss you started to move backwards towards the bed until finally you were just at the edge of it. You broke apart for air and searched his eyes only to find his pupils blown wide in lust. You cupped him through his pants and he groaned. He was big. Maybe even bigger than Steve.

“We don’t have to do anythin’ you don’t want to do,” He breathed out. You shook your head and kissed him again.

“I want you, I’m sure.” You panted out.

“I don’t have a condom”

“Doesn’ matter, I’m on the pill” You told him. With that his hands were up your tank top and you’d helped him to remove it. He worked on his shirt next and while he fumbled with the buttons you took off the rest of your clothing.

Bucky was every bit as devastating as you’d thought he’d be and you let out a genuine sigh. His toned muscles rippled throughout his arms and torso and you watched him remove his boxers and you’re not entirely sure your jaw hadn’t dropped. He noticed you gawking and chuckled as he leaned down to join you on the bed.

“See somethin’ you like?”

He didn’t give you the chance to answer though, he pushed you backwards onto the bed and kissed you again, this time trailing his kisses all the way down your body. He stopped and took his time to admire each of your breasts, licking and biting your nipples. You’d gasped in surprise and pleasure. He moved his way down finally to your pussy and looked up at you.

“Can I? You could only nod and let out a shaky breath as you sat up on your elbows and watched him get to work. He kissed and caressed your thighs until finally his fingers were prodding at your entrance. He groaned at how wet you were and pushed two fingers in. You let out an obscene moan and your hands went into his locks. His tongue lapped at your clit before he sucked on it, all the while pumping his fingers in and out of you in search of your G-spot.

You’d pulled his hair out of his bun and guided his tongue where he needed to be. Finally getting the right angle you were whimpering in pleasure, back arched almost to a point of pain. He’d finally found the spot he’d been looking for and your eyes shut closed in pleasure.

“Please,” you begged, “Please don’t stop I’m so close”

You pushed his head harder against you and his fingers sped up. It was only a matter of moments until your toes were curling in pleasure and you writhed on the bed in the aftershock of your orgasm. Bucky continued to lap away at you until you pushed him off. He came back up to eye level with you and had a wolfish grin.

“Who knew you’d make such noises? God it was so hot”

You pulled him in for another kiss and reached down to grab his cock. You pumped it a few times before you moved down to return the favor when he stopped you. You looked up at him with brows pinched in concern.

“Don’ worry about me, I just wanna feel you”

He moved you beneath him and you spread your legs apart for him. You were still sensitive in your post-high when his tip brushed your clit but you didn’t mind the bolt of pleasure. He aligned himself with your entrance and looked you in the eye as he pushed all the way inside of you slowly. You let out an involuntary moan, trying to accommodate his full length.

“You good?” He asked.

“I’m good, you’re just...big” He smirked at that.

“Can I move or do you need a second?”

“No, you can move, please move.”

One hand on your hip and the other on your breast he started thrusting in and out of you at a steady pace. You swore you could feel every bump and ridge of him with every inch he put into you. His pace picked up and he kissed the column of your neck, finding the one spot that drove you crazy. Your small mewls turned to full moans and he began fucking you harder.

“‘M not gonna last much longer” He told you. You didn’t say anything in response, just brought him in for another kiss and grabbed a handful of his ass to push him further inside you. He chuckled at that and took the hint.

He was going the hardest he had so far and you were holding on for dear life and loving every minute of it. His panting breaths were heavy in your ears and you reached down to toy with your clit so you’d cum together. His thrusts were getting a little sloppier and your hand moved faster, quickly approaching both your peaks. He let out an almost pornographic moan as he came, He fucked you through his orgasm and not a moment later you came for a second time. Your bodies melded together as you rode out the last waves of each other’s orgasms.

Finally Bucky stopped and held himself with one hand, trying to catch his breath. You were slightly dazed, trying to compute how your night had ended up like this. Bucky rolled over onto the bed and you felt the mess between your thighs. You looked over to him with a hazy smile.

“So, I know we’re doin’ things a little backwards here but, maybe I could take you out some time? If you want?”

Your smile grew even wider and your heart felt so light in this moment.

“I’d like that”

You didn’t know what tomorrow would hold or how to even begin cleaning up the mess with your family. You’d deal with it all in the morning, for now you’d just bask in the afterglow with your fake boyfriend and be grateful for chance meetings.

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dollslayer · 2 years

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aw thank you sm 😭💖 Bartender Bucky can absolutely get it.

Thank you for reading and sharing!! 💖💖💖