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Explore my fanworks written about Bucky Barnes, Steve Rogers, Ransom Drysdale and a few other Chris Evans and Sebastian Stan characters along the way. These stories are all intended for mature audience, please pay attention to the warnings listed on every fic. 

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Zero Hour (Series, Soulmate AU)

Synopsis: Soulmates are a novelty and more trouble than their worth. At least that’s what you thought until you saw those sad blue eyes and an awestruck smile. Now all that’s left is to find your way, together.

Codename: Lazarus (Series, Powered Reader AU)

Synopsis:  Things are complicated between you and James Barnes. For you, life doesn’t mean much when you never stay dead for very long. But it might just be an ex-soviet assassin that convinces you to start living again.

Small Deaths Synopsis: Dying is the easy part. It’s coming back that really fucks you up.

The Daddy Look Synopsis: A few little quips during a mission leads to a new chapter in the kink book.

Sowing The Seeds  Synopsis: Bucky seeks to find himself after the events of the mission. Hard truths come to light and three little words just might make it all better.

Catch Me If You Can Synopsis:  It’s the Annual Stark Christmas Extravaganza and you hesitate to name what this thing is between you and Bucky. Maybe being spontaneous isn’t always such a good thing.

Calm Before The Storm  Synopsis: Enjoy a lazy morning in the sheets with Bucky.

From Moscow With Love Synopsis: The answer to that burning question, what happened in Moscow?

The Broom Closet Serenade Synopsis: You crash the party and Bucky’s undercover op just for a chance to see him in a suit while Bucky does the oldest and noblest of spy traditions. The Broom Closet Serenade.

Spontaneous Synopsis: You and Bucky go on vacation and after a little teasing Bucky shows you just how spontaneous he can be.

Come Closer 

Synopsis:  After months of earning Bucky’s trust, it was far too easy to watch that foundation crumble.

Bad Words

Synopsis:  So you’ve got a mouth on you, what’s the most common curse you’ve ever heard?

Six Steamy Sentences

Synopsis: I’ll meet you in the back of your car, let's find out who you really are.

Ice Cream at 30,000 Feet

Synopsis:  Come and join the 30,000 feet club.

Alpha One  (Alpha/Omegaverse AU)

Part One   -   Part Two   -   Part Three

Synopsis: Stranded thousands of miles from home within a drug-induced heat with none other than Alpha James ‘Bucky’ Barnes, too bad you can’t stand one another.

Love Potion Number What? (Magic AU)

Synopsis: Love is tricky, spells are less so. Or at least, they aren’t when one James Barnes isn’t involved. 

Deal With The Devil (Mini Series, Demon AU)

Deal with the Devil - Part One Bucky x Reader Synopsis: A one night stand leads to a deal you don’t want to refuse, with a demon as sinful as they come.

The Devil is A Handsome Man - Part Two Steve x Reader Synopsis: You work in records, an office worker. You sit behind a desk all day! So, what the hell are you doing on a mission to retrieve a magic hammer? And with a demon, you barely know!

The One Where Steve Leaves 

Synopsis: After Thanos Steve left both you and Bucky behind. It’s time to give him a piece of your mind.

Dating The Brooklyn Boys (Head Canon)

Synopsis: Dating the Brooklyn boys is like participating in the boyfriend Olympics. Only someone has to get the bronze medal. 

Phantoms of the Mind

Synopsis: Bucky is haunted by the guilt and pain he feels at the prospect of losing the person who he cares for the most, you.

Taken (Head Canon)

Synopsis: Who would really be dumb enough to take the Winter Soldiers, pregnant wife? I mean come on you guys.

Quarantine Craze 

Synopsis: (Co-written fic with @iwantutobehappier)  As a Pandemic wreaks havoc on the world the Avengers must do their duty to prevent raise in contagion. Everyone is sure they can all survive a self-imposed quarantine. But can they survive Bucky?

Until Daybreak

Synopsis: You just have to make it until sunrise, that’s all.

Lost and Found

Synopsis: Bucky spends a day out with Morgan and calls you for assistance when he loses her in a store.

Unknown Caller  (Mini-Series, Complete)

Synopsis: You should always answer an Unknown Caller, you never know when it’s important. After a late morning call puts you back on a path you’d long strayed from.

A Mans Gotta Eat

Synopsis: A lazy morning with Bucky where he enjoys his favorite snack, you.

Toys In The Attic

Synopsis: As Steve’s housemate he doesn’t know that you review sex toys for a living, but Bucky does and he’s being more coy than usual. That doesn’t settle too well with Steve.

Hold Me Closer

Synopsis: Bucky comes to you late at night for a little bit of comforting touch.

All Good Things (Mini Series, Complete)

Synopsis: After only three days of dealing with the annoying specter haunting you, you break the rules and accidently give a ghost a body. So what do you do when you find out the man you’re now sharing your your apartment with isn’t really a ghost and that haunted touch is a little warmer than you realized?

Under Covers (Stucky)

Synopsis: Steve, your husband and love of your life, catches you in bed with his best friend. How awful.

White Wolfs Call Podcast

Synopsis: Deep in quarantine you’ve let yourself go and couldn’t give two fucks about what other people think. You’re hungry for more than just your next doordash order and find satisfaction in a online podcast. But when a new neighbor moves in with striking blue eyes and a familiar voice is it divine intervention or wishful thinking?

What’s New Pussycat? (Shifter AU)

Synopsis: Bucky gets a new girlfriend and his best friend/werecat roommate has a little bit of a crush on you.

An Old Fashioned Remedy

Synopsis: Unable to sleep you show Bucky a trick to getting to sleep, but you’re reminded that there's more than one way to remedy the situation.

Tainted Love (Mafia AU)

Synopsis:  Unable to get your mind off the detective that’s been nosing around your life Bucky does his best to distract you while he can.

Writers Block (Mini Series)

Synopsis: Bucky didn't know what to expect when Sam set him up on a blind date. He certainly didn't expect to meet you, a professional writer and not the woman he'd been set up with. After only twenty minutes Bucky knows, you're the one. So he dives headfirst into your world. It's a wild ride full of ups and downs, moments that make his sides split with laughter and others where he wishes to wipe away all of your tears. True Bucky might not have been there to meet you, but he's sure glad he did.

Peanut Butter Passions

Synopsis: Sam unintentionally exposes the dark secret between you and Bucky.

Early Risers (Soulmate AU)

Synopsis: Bucky spends a morning with one of his favorite girls, your dog and he even managed to get you coffee. (Based on Zero Hour)

Will You Remember Me (Alpha/Omegaverse AU)

Synopsis: Surviving your bond breaking with your mate, you find Bucky. But it doesn’t look good and forces you and Steve to work together. For Bucky.

Fall Into You (HIATUS Mini Series)

Synopsis:  Steve needs a vacation to unwind. So much media presence after the Snap was undone has left his nerves frazzled. Lucky for him Bucky canceled on you for the trip back to your hometown, leaving him to go along with you instead. Treating him to a true taste of normalcy that’s anything but normal, in a town where nobody knows who he is or at least they don’t care, it’s a vacation full of warm sweaters, hot cider and fall shenanigans.

The Devil is A Handsome Man (Demon AU)

Synopsis:

You work in records, an office worker. You sit behind a desk all day! So, what the hell are you doing on a mission to retrieve a magic hammer? And with a demon, you barely know!

Soup for the Soul

Synopsis:  Yes, you’re sick, but you also have the best helper you could ever ask for to take care of you when you need it.

Mark Me 

Synopsis: Its Valentine's day and you have a surprise in store for Steve.

The Man With The Blue-Green Eyes (Head Canon)

Synopsis: Steve just wants to be friends, he's not jealous. He’d never be jealous. Right?

The Edge

Synopsis: The life you’ve had with Steve has been wonderful, but everything changed after The Snap and it’s time to make the hardest decision of your life. Leave. For his sake.

No Sugar Tonight

Synopsis: Post mission you ask Steve to, consider a kiss.

Sweet Refuge

Synopsis: You’ll always keep one another safe. No matter what.

The Stakeout

Synopsis: During your mission Steve's been really pent up and you’ve had enough of his nonsense. It’s time for a little stress relief.

Toys In The Attic (Roommate AU)

Synopsis: As Steve’s housemate he doesn’t know that you review sex toys for a living, but Bucky does and he’s being more coy than usual. That doesn’t settle too well with Steve.

Class Audit (Professor AU)

Synopsis: Steve's got a class to teach and Bucky’s there to grade his performance. Who would have thought you’d give everyone a show they wont soon forget.

Under Covers (Stucky)

Synopsis: Steve, your husband and love of your life, catches you in bed with his best friend. How awful.

Nowhere To Run (Mini Series AU)

Synopsis: On the last day that Steve spent in your small town before heading off to basic training for the army, he made sure it was one you wouldn’t ever forget. Years later when he appears in your town he seems like a changed man in more ways than one, but you’re ready to show him that you’ve never forgotten that day.

What’s New Pussycat? (Shifter AU)

Synopsis: Bucky gets a new girlfriend and his best friend/werecat roommate has a little bit of a crush on you.

The Chat Room (Mini-Series, Complete)

Synopsis: Steve’s learned some valuable things over the years of browsing the internet. The most valuable one: You never know who you’re talking to online. When it turns out his online Doll is you, will either of you be ready to blur that line between fantasy and reality?

How Do You Want Me

Synopsis: Steve absolutely despises you. Right?

Held For Ransom (Series)

Synopsis:  Never in a million years would you have expected Hugh Ransom Drysdale to show up on your doorstep. Never in a billion years would you have expected him to weasel his way into living with you as he tries to get his bearings. Despite everything that’s happened over the last year he’s just as difficult and arrogant as ever, at least that hasn’t changed.

All Hail The King (Held For Ransom Universe)

Synopsis: Ransom is the self-proclaimed king of aftercare.

Terms and Conditions Apply (Held For Ransom Universe)

Synopsis: University days of Ransom and Marshmallow prove to be daunting as Ransom, up to his usual tricks, corners you into fulfilling a coupon.

It’s a Marshmallow Christmas (Held For Ransom Universe)

Synopsis: It’s a holiday disaster but Ransom knows just how to calm you down.

Earn a Mate (Alpha/Omegaverse AU)

Synopsis: “I don’t care if you’re also an alpha, I want to claim you.”

A Lost Cause (Werewolf AU)

Synopsis:  Nobody wants him, at least not in any way that counts. Hugh Drysdale is a means to an end, a rich depressive with darkness inching into his eyes. You see it every time he looks at you. That little hitch of possessiveness that boils just under the surface. Everyone told you to run, to get away from him because “Ransom is no good for anyone.” And you should have known better than to tangle with him. Ransom Drysdale is nothing but a lost cause.

Afternoon Delight

Synopsis: Ari takes you apart in the best way possible in the worst place possible.

Primal Instincts

A collection of A/B/O (Alpha/Omegaverse) shorts and one-shots featuring Steven Grant Rogers, James Buchanan Barnes and Hugh Ransom Drysdale.

All Mine (Steve x Reader)

Synopsis: “I can’t wait to see your/my belly swell with our perfect babies.”

Beat the Heat (Bucky x Reader)

Synopsis: “Stay calm. I might have just started my heat.”

Earn a Mate (Ransom x Reader)

Synopsis: “I don’t care if you’re also an alpha, I want to claim you.”

Let Them Eat Cake (Bucky x Reader)

Synopsis: “Put the glass down. You are pregnant with my kids and I’m not going to let you self-destruct because you can’t cope with turning another year older.”

Runaway (Bucky x Reader)

Synopsis: “Thought I wouldn’t be able to find you? I could pick you out in a room of a thousand.”

Will You Remember Me (Bucky x Reader, Steve x Bucky)

Synopsis: Surviving your bond breaking with your mate, you find Bucky. But it doesn’t look good and forces you and Steve to work together. For Bucky.

These are all 18+ and full of smut. Please regard warnings at the top of each drabble.

Your Body Is a Weapon (Steve x Reader) // Round 1 // Smut     Super soldiers are made to be strong, but so are you.

Don’t Lose Your Shirt (Bucky x Reader) // Round 1 // Smut     So the AC is broken and it’s not going to get fixed any time soon.

Tailgate (Steve x Reader) // Round 1 // Smut     Moral of the story, don’t tease Steve Rogers.

Late Night Snacks (Bucky x Reader) // Round 2 // Smut     He just craves the taste of you.

Save Tonight (Steve x Reader) // Round 2 // Soft Smut     Steve’s going away for a big mission, it could be his last.

Better When Wet (Bucky x Lazarus Reader) // Round 2 // Smut     So he pushed you in the mud, least you’re not dead.

Winter Soldier (Soldat/Bucky x Lazarus Reader) // Round 3 // Smut     A mission goes sideways and Bucky is triggered into Soldat.

Let's Get Physical (Steve x Reader) // Round 3 //  Smut     Steve’s in charge of your physical fitness, so do you pass?

Behind the Lens (Steve x Reader) // Round 4 // Smut     Steve has a little bit of a hobby and it's your job to teach him a lesson.

Crime and Punishment (Bucky x Reader) // Round 4 // Light Smut     You’ve been teasing Bucky for far too long, least that’s how he sees it.

Kiss me (Bucky x Reader) // Round 4 // Smutless Fluff     All of the times you kissed one James Buchanan Barnes.

Forgotten Days (Bucky x Reader) // Round 5 // Smutless Fluff     So your boyfriend forgot about your birthday? Luckily you get to spend it with the coolest 6-year-old ever.

Wet Dreams (Bucky x Reader) // Round 5 // Smut     Trying to wake up Bucky from a nightmare? Make sure it’s a nightmare first.

Fashion Police (Steve x Reader) // Round 5 // Smut     Steve criticizes your outfit, well to be fair it was see-through.

The Phone Call (Bucky x Reader) // Round 6 // Smut     After a few weeks apart it’s time for some good ol’fashioned phone sex.

The Fight (Bucky x Reader) // Round 6 // Light Smut     After a night on the town, Bucky’s got something to say, too bad you can't keep your lips off of his for more than two seconds to hear it.

And They Were Roommates (Bucky x Reader) // Round 6 // Smut     Your annoying roommate just can’t leave you alone. Anywhere you go.

Outrage (Steve x Reader) // Round 7 // Smut      Playing a game has never been more fun or rewarding.

Desire (Steve x Reader) // Round 7 // Smut      Steve hates you, or at least you think he does.

Rockin in the USO (Steve x Reader) // Round 7 // Smut      Does this count as helping Steve remember his lines or not?

Ass-Kicking (Bucky x Lazarus Reader) // Round 8 // Smut      The one and only time you ever heard Bucky say, “Kick his ass for me, doll.”

There Goes The Neighborhood (Bucky x Reader) // Round 8 // Light Smut      Handsome neighbor Bucky seeks refuge from loud roommate sex.

And They Were Roommates 2 (Bucky x Reader) // Round 9 // Smut     Things can’t get any worse between you can they? This is a bad idea all around.

Dream A Little Dream (Steve x Reader) // Round 9 // Holiday Fluff     Holiday decorating gives you and Steve some quality time.

Love Drunk (Bucky x Reader) // Round 9 // Holiday Fluff     A little bit of alcohol and some well-placed mistletoe can do wonders.

Secrets and Lies (Steve x Reader) // Round 10 // Smut Angst     What exactly was a secret and where were the lies between you and Steve?

Fire Starter (Steve x Reader) // Round 10 // Smut     Of course, Steve would run into a burning building and you’d run after him too.

Christmas Stockings (Steve x Reader) // Round 11 // Smut     You let Steve unwrap his present early.

Insatiable (Bucky x Reader) // Round 12 // Smut     Mission status: Occupied.

Amaretto and Stiletto's (Ransom/Steve x Reader) // Round 13 // Smut     Hotel sex is the best sex, especially when you’re pretending to be someone else.

And They Were Roommates 3 (Bucky x Reader) // Round 13 // Smut      So we had a hot steamy sex dream about our roommate. How much worse can this get really?

Good Morning, Good Night (Stucky x Reader) // Smutless Fluff     The boys come home after a week of playing hero.

Homecoming (Steve x Reader) // Round 14 // Smut     After a hard day all Steve wants is to be welcomed home.

Once In A Blue Moon (Ransom x Reader) // Round 14 // Smut     It's not every day that Ransom Drysdale lets you have control.

Up and Coming (Steve x Reader) // Smut    Being stuck in an elevator with Steve isn’t all that bad.

Enjoy The Show (Ransom x Reader) // Round 15 // Smut    A night at the cinema with your guy, what more could you ask for?

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CHRIS EVANS ˗ˏˋ as Frank Adler in GIFTED (2017)

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I passed a flower shop next to a tattoo shop and at first I laughed because I thought it was ironic and then i freaked because IMAGINE YOUR OTP IN A FLORIST/TATTOO ARTIST AU

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OMG I COULD TOTALLY IMAGINE THEM LIKE THAT IT WOULD BE SO PERFECT

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World Heritage Post

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opening tumblr in march and it's just like "huh. knife weather we're having."

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The Handy Man Mistake | Bucky Barnes x Reader | Oneshot - 3.9k words

All you need is someone to pose as your boyfriend to help you buy a car, Bucky seems very friendly and funny and is up for the challenge. But have you misread his TaskRabbit profile?

Warnings: fluff, meet-cute, flirting, kiss, mentions of sex work, terrible innuendo, AU.

For @buckybarnesbingo "sex worker"

Masterlist | Marvel | Bucky Barnes Bingo | Bucky Barnes

You'd seen his picture on Taskrabbit just that morning, his hair artfully fluffy, white vest showing off his broad, tanned, shoulders and the slight swell of his pecs. But seeing him in real life was something else. He brushed his hair back from his face as he crossed the road, shirt pulled tight across his chest as he waved. He was hot, too hot, unbelievably hot, there was no way you were going to get away with this with how fucking hot he was.

"Hi," he smiled, holding out his hand, "good to meet you, I'm Bucky."

"Hi," you could hardly breathe, slightly star struck, before mentally shaking yourself and shaking his hand. "Thanks for agreeing to this…" you trailed off, embarrassed and allowded him to steer you towards the crossing.

"Of course, sweetheart." He looked around slightly confused, "did you want to go for a walk first or…"

"Oh no, that's okay, I'd rather just go straight to the lot, I've got an appointment." You gestured to the crossing, the lights turning red.

"Another appointment?" Bucky raised an eyebrow.

"Yeah, so we can negotiate, on the car."

"The car…oh the car!" Bucky's face went straight from confused to happy again, smiling gently at you. "The car, of course, yes."

"Ugh, we missed the lights —" you pushed the button again, bouncing on the balls of your feet. "I'm so excited, thank you so much for helping me get a good deal, they never take me seriously."

Bucky schooled his face further, "no problem at all, probably easier than my normal work anyway," his smile was so reassuring and then he took your hand squeezing your fingers as if it was totally normal. "Now, let's go and get you a good deal on this car."

Bucky was a god send, not only did he negotiate the price down on your little hatchback but they even threw in some new mats and wheels. By the time you'd handed over your money and taken the keys you were pretty sure the salesman was going to ask Bucky out for a beer. But he shook the man's hand too and escorted you out, the perfect gentleman.

He'd kept up the ruse the entire time, calling you sweetheart and smiling fondly at you while you agreed your financing. He even held your purse for you while you took one last look around the car.

"Do you need me to come back tomorrow when you pick it up?" He asked as you strolled back to the parking lot where you'd met up.

"Oh, no, I'm sure it'll be fine. I'll get a cab or something." You waved him away.

"You sure? It's no bother I have another client around here late morning."

You paused, considering how wonderful it'd be to be chauffeured by this gorgeous man. And then reconsidered when you remembered how let down you'd been by your ex, constantly promising to help and then sleeping in or never turning up. Better to be self-reliant, that was the whole point of the new car after all.

"No, that's okay, but I really appreciate your help."

You shook hands again, your palms tingling at the feel of his warmth, and then he was gone.

But not gone from your imagination.

It hadn't taken long for you to cook up a reason to need to see Bucky again. The kitchen doors in your apartment were basically falling off the hinges, still the same ones your landlord had put in years before you'd bought him out and made the place your own.

The vinyl was peeling, the colour boring, it was time for a change.

And that's when you thought of Bucky. If he looked sexy in a used car lot how sexy would he look at Home Depot?

No — no, that was not the reason to call him! You needed his help to get a good deal on the parts and then having them all fitted, maybe he could even fit them, that was the reason.

The fact he was the sexiest man in existence was inconsequential to your task.

You hit call before you could stop yourself, your usual 'text only' policy out of the window when the opportunity to hear the velvety gravel of his voice was an option.

"Hey, Sweetheart, didn't expect to hear from you so soon."

He sounded out of breath and, after that intro, you were feeling pretty winded too. Sweetheart. Fuck.

"Hi, Bucky, sorry if this is a bad time, it's just I was wondering if you'd be able to go with me to Home Deport some time to —uh — look at kitchen cabinet stuff …maybe?" Your voice was trapped in your throat, was this an acceptable task to hire him for?

The line was quiet and the doubt kicked in, "— you don't have to, I —"

"I'd love to, I'm ah — a bit busy —" there was a muffled noise and then, "text me a time, date, and location and I'll be there, sorry I've got to go, speak to you soon."

Bucky met you in the parking lot again and if he wasn't waving and picking up his speed as he got closer, you'd swear he was walking in slow motion, hair blowing, soft rock music playing.

"Hi, Bucky." Somehow it was you that was breathless, despite being completely stationary for the last 5 minutes.

"Hey, sweetheart, nice to see you again." He leaned in and kissed your cheek, his stubble touching the corner of your lip for just a moment, before pulling back.

"Oh, yes, you too, I'm so glad you agreed to come, I'm sure this is really boring compared to actually building stuff or…" you trailed off, unsure of what he actually did the rest of the time. Was it fun doing odd jobs? Or annoying? Probably annoying. "Sorry, anyway, I just, I uh need to pick the right bits and then I'm sure it's just screwing stuff together and…" you took a deep breath, "thank you."

Bucky smiled fondly, "you're welcome. Let's go and find your dream kitchen!"

Despite the treat coffee you'd bought and the lovely company, it transpired that shopping for kitchen cabinet doors was actually incredibly difficult. You had only the sparse measurments and a piece of paper with your new dream kitchen doodled on to work with, leaving you both stood in the middle of yet another series of almost identical shaker cabinets utterly confused.

"It's just, I don't know if those drawer runners will fit, if I don't know how deep the cupboard is." Bucky rubbed a hand through his already messy hair and tugged briefly as he thought.

"Sorry," you mumbled pulling at the sleeves of your sweater.

Bucky looked over at you, still slightly frazzled looking, but his face softened. "Not your fault…are you okay?"

"Yeah…just…y'know, math problems at the kitchen table flashbacks." Somewhere deep inside your inner child wanted to make you cry.

"Do you want a hug?" Bucky offered, holding his arm out.

His leather jacket was lined with something fluffy looking, shearling maybe, and it looked incredibly cosy.

"Are you sure?"

Bucky chuckled, "of course, it's just a hug, I won't charge you extra."

You laughed too, and you allowed yourself to be tucked against his side. His body was firm but warm beneath his Henley, his pecs soft and you pressed your face deeper into his chest. Bucky was in many ways the manliest man you've ever met, but he was also so sweet and kind that it made your head spin.

The last time a man had held you it'd been your ex boyfriend, a side hug while he continued playing whatever video game had his attention that week.

But Bucky's hug wasn't like that at all, he squeezed you gently, let his head drop to the top of yours briefly and for a moment you wondered if he might kiss you. Not on the lips of course, but maybe on the top of the head or your forehead. If he kissed you at all you were pretty sure you'd melt between the cracks of the linoleum floor or the kitchen door aisle and never be seen again.

Bucky didn't kiss you, but he did start speaking which interrupted your daydreaming.

"I know you haven't invited me, so feel free to say no, but I could pop round and measure up for you?"

"Oh god would you? That'd be amazing!" The words left your mouth before you'd even considered that you were inviting a man you barely knew to your apartment.

"I don't normally make house calls, but you've got me doing all kinds of things I wouldn't normally consider." He gave you that same dreamboat smile that had you weak at the knees in the used car lot.

"Thank you," you hugged him again and he laughed, a sound so wonderful that you didn't even notice how weird it would be for a handy man not to make house calls.

You took another long sip of your iced tea, tipping your head to the side as Bucky's hips arched up. His t-shirt riding a little higher revealing toned abs and an Adonis belt built by the gods themselves.

He grunted, hands searching the floor, and grabbed for a screwdriver just out of reach.

His head popped up, "could you pass me that one please? The blue one?"

You jumped to attention and handed him the screwdriver with a smile.

"Can I do anything else to help? I could get you another drink? Do you need any other tools?"

You let your eyes drift down to the paint splattered jeans stretching over his thick thighs and tried to resit the urge to bite your lip. What would it be like to stretch yourself over those thighs? The rough denim between your legs, him grunting under neath you…

"No this is great, once I've got this draw runner in it should be easy enough."

He made light work of the doors after that, swapping out hinges, fitting the new handles and getting everything tidied away in no time.

"Oh wow, Bucky, it's like a whole new kitchen!" You smiled, delighted, and even better, Bucky was smiling too. "It was such a mess before, thought the whole thing was going to fall down on me."

"Happy to help, as always. You can count on me to be well…to hang a cabinet door." He coughed politely, giving you a cheeky grin.

"I really can count on you, thank you so much." You stood awkwardly in the doorway watching him pick up the tool kit he'd brought with him and wondered if it'd be terrible if you asked him to stay.

It'd been a whole week since Bucky finished changing the cabinet doors in your kitchen and you had been so brave and not climbed in his lap while he lay on your floor.

Although you managed to convince him to stay for a pizza after, so as not to sully your brand new kitchen, you hadn't been able to come up with any viable excuse to see him again.

Tired of your moping, your neighbour Yelena had insisted on arranging a girls night and had arrived an hour earlier, despite your protests, pushing the door opened with her hips, hands full of chips and soda.

"Right, tell me all about this man that has you looking so sad when you get your mail."

"Oh, Lena it's not that —"

"Don't tell me it is not that bad when you've been scouring the building for problems to solve. At least show me his picture."

Well. You did like looking at his picture… "okay, but just know, that I know that he's way out of my league, okay, so —just remember that."

You scrolled through your phone to his page and briefly enjoyed the picture of him in his profile, he was in a white cotton vest, plaid shirt tied around his waist, holding an axe, one foot on a large log. It was different to his previous picture, that one had felt more summer-y, he'd been working on a car, also mostly shirtless, the sun shining in his sunglasses.

Yelena peered over your shoulder and read the tag line on his bio…

Bucky, aged 36, available for all "masculine" tasks, can pop champagne corks, take you out to eat, knock your boots or even feed your kitty.

And immediately burst out laughing, "oh — oh my god, you're so innocent, it's so cute!" She cooed patronisngly patting you on the cheeks.

"What!? I told you I know he's way way out of my league you don't have to be mean about it!"

"It's not that it's…wait didn't you have him come and help you buy a car? And do your kitchen?"

"Yes, he was really helpful." You were beyond confused.

"I bet it was a fun break for him."

"What are you talking about?"

"C'mon, you can't be that naive, he's not a handy man he's a —" Yelena paused and then made a series of crude gestures with her hands, "a handy man."

You stared at her for a moment and then the truth dawned on you as if you were being dunked into a bucket of cold water.

"Oh my god!"

Yelena burst into peals of hysterical laughter, clutching at her sides as you shot up from your seat and paced your living room.

"Oh fuck, I had him come with me to get a car, I put a cute little title on the top of the my task. I just wanted to get a good pool of help, someone up for a bit of a laugh, fuck fuck fuck."

"What did you put?" Yelena made a grab for your phone but you clutched it to your chest.

Burning with embarrassment you whispered, "help me get my motor running."

Yelena laughed again and you threw a cushion at her, which she dodged successfully before stopping, staring, and then laughing again.

"Oh god." You stopped your pacing and curled into a ball again.

"Hey, he turned up…twice! That's something. He fitted you a fucking kitchen."

"He did…I did pay him though!"

Yelena relaxed back into your couch, seemingly unperturbed by your meltdown.

"I wonder if he got paid more for your tasks or for his other…tasks…"

"Please stop." You deadpanned before falling head first into an evening of snacks and regret.

It was raining, and dark, and honestly kind of scary by the side of the road. You kicked the flat tyre again and sighed, water dripping down into your eyes.

You could hear the sound of your driving instructor clearly in your ear "don't stay in the car, go behind a barrier."

Didn't he know people always broke down in the worst weather possible and in the middle of the night?

You looked down at your phone, the signal dwindling, your battery much the same. Even if you could afford to call out a tow truck they'd still take hours and hours, all you could hope for was that Yelena was still awake, that she'd see your text and come and get you instead.

Tucking the phone back in your pocket you attempted to pull your hoodie up further over your face, the rain almost sideways, and the panic set in, whispering in your ear. The only person who knows you're here is Yelena, and she can be very flighty. If she's turned her phone off or vanished for a few days you're truly screwed.

Fat tears rolled down your cheeks and you sat down heavily in the muddy embankment, soaking your jeans and making your sobs louder. You didn't even notice the other approaching car until the wet footsteps of someone else approach and your heart raced faster.

"I thought that was your car, sweetheart — oh no, don't cry, it's alright."

A familiar pair of arms wrapped around you, pulling you back out of the mud and into a tight squeeze, enveloping you in the smell of his cologne and soft leather.

"Bucky," you choked out his name between your tears, "do you know how to change a tyre?"

You felt his laugh against your cheek and he pressed you even more tightly against his chest. You sighed, the fear subsiding into safety. He breathed out too and for a moment you just stood together in the rain, the soft press of his lips against the top of your head making your heart slip a beat. "I do know how to change a tyre, but let's not worry about that now, come on."

Bucky ushered you back to the side of the road where his car was parked a few feet infront of yours, hazard lights flashing.

"Let's get you dry." He opened the passenger door carefully, helping you inside and pulling off his jacket to cover you like a blanket. "Do you want a coffee? There's a diner down here, we can get you dry and fed and then think about your car."

"Are you sure?" You hiccuped through your tears, "I can't afford to pay you or anything, not if I have to pay to get my car towed." Your mind drifted to your empty bank account and the sobs started again while he buckled you in.

"Call it a freebie, I've been missing you anyway." Bucky smiled at you one last time, leaning over the open car door so you didn't get wet, and then he was jogging back round to the drivers seat.

The diner was only a few miles up the road, a beacon in the otherwise miserable night, and Bucky managed to pull up close to the door so all you had to do was run in. He joined you a few minutes later, a gym bag over one shoulder.

"Here, everything's clean I was on my way to work out, there's some sweats in there and a hoodie if you want to change out of your wet things."

"Are you sure —"

"Of course I am, get changed and I'll get us a table, what syrup do you want in your coffee?"

"Just vanilla please." You took the bag from him, peeking inside to see a neat bundle of his clothes, a very clean pair of sneakers and a towel. Changing quickly you attempted to keep his bag clean, turning your clothes inside out before putting them in and refraining from using his towel, patting your face and arms with the rough paper towels by the sinks instead.

It was only now that your adrenaline was starting to leave your body that you remembered your night with Yelena, the revelation of who Bucky had been this whole time and yet, he rescued you from the side of the road. He gave you his clean gym clothes, he was out there right now ordering a coffee just the way you liked it because he remembered the sweet smell of your drink at Home Depot.

Could it be that…no he was just being a nice guy, he'd have picked up anyone from the side of the road.

The diner was mostly empty so it was easy to spot Bucky tucked into a booth right at the corner, windows behind him so dark you could see your own reflection. But all you really had eyes for was Bucky. His wet hair, curling at the temples, and his flushed cheeks from the sudden rush of heat when you'd walked inside. And his smile, for you, pushing a huge steaming mug of coffee over to your side of the table.

"Better?" He took a sip of his own coffee, black of course, but there were two empty sugar packets at the edge of the table.

"Yes, thank you, god I don't know what I'd have done if you hadn't come along to rescue me, again, you're my hero." You smiled back at him and then hid the embarrassed twist of your lips behind the heavy mug.

"Someone else would've helped, but, I'm glad it was me." Bucky was always so sincere if made your chest hurt but you couldn't dwell on it for too long because a tired waitress was approaching your table with a huge tray.

"Here you go, sugar, one of everything." She beamed at Bucky and placed four plates on the table. "You need anythin' else and you just let me know."

And then she was gone, and you were both looking at a mountain of pie.

"Maybe I ordered too much, they're not usually this generous." He laughed surveying the feast before you.

"I'm not complaining I'm starving, which is yours?"

Bucky instinctively grabbed the chocolate covered cake, oozing yellow custard down the sides and then hesitated. "Sorry, that was rude, we can share them all if you like?"

"We can taste test" You suggested and Bucky agreed, slicing each one down the middle. Before he could discuss moving them to your own plates you'd dug in, the cool cream and rich chocolate a balm against all the anxiety that had filled your body.

Bucky joined you, taking a bite and then humming happily.

"Is creampie your favourite too?" You asked, still focussed on the pie until Bucky stifflds a laugh on his own forkfull.

"Ah — yeah —" he'd gone red and then suddenly your brain kicked back into gear and embarrassment curdled in your stomach. It was so much weirder now you knew the real reason he was on that website.

"Hey, sweetheart, you okay?" Fork forgotten, his hand reached out to pull yours away from your face.

"Yes, no, sorry, it's just, my friend, she finally told me about…and I didn't know, and then I went and talked about that and I'm just — fuck." You thumped your head down on the table in defeat.

"Hey —" Bucky brushed aside the half full plates of pie. "I'm really glad you let me help you get that car, even if it wasn't quite the job I was expecting."

You huffed out a laugh, "would you have really wanted to get my motor running though? Probably not, I'm just sorry you wasted your time."

"Look, I was working, we both know that, but I'm glad you wanted the car and not my other services because — no wait, please listen to me, please. I was paid for my time so it wasn't wasted at all. But, more than that, I got to meet you and I got to meet you as you and as me, not as my client. Because if you'd been my client it would've made things really weird. And I don't want that between us because what I really want to do is this —"

Bucky 's hand moved from yours to your chin, tilting it up and away from your staring match with your napkin to meet his gaze and then, just as suddenly, he moved in. Bucky's kisses were as warm and gentle as his hugs, making everything else in the diner disappear.

He slowed the kiss, easing back just enough that his lips were resting on yours. "I actually need help with something." He whispered, each word brushing your kiss bruised lips together.

"Uh-huh?"

"Yeah, I need help eating dinner on Friday night, maybe you could come and help me?"

Your lips curved into a smile, peppering kisses onto his own grin. You sat back, allowing yourself to look at him openly this time while he waited for your answer.

Picking up your phone, you made a show of checking your calandar. "Sure, I think I can help with that, I have some time free around seven."

"Perfect," Bucky picked his fork up again, but this time he paused, "oh and to answer your question, yes, creampie is my favourite."

[sagechanoafterdark]

Me reading:

[fox-on-the-moon]

Actually making your selfinsert overpowered and friends with all your faves and a hybrid of the coolest species and in a relationship with your crush and the long lost sibling of the villain is called having fun and its cool as fuck

[wholesomey-artist]

[americasass81]

Christmas Past Meets Christmas Present

Warnings 18+ for the following:- Implied Non Violent Home Invasion, Consensual Unprotected Sex, Implied P in V Smut, Implied Blowjobs, Multiple Orgasms.  Seriously do not read if any of this upsets you, the warnings are there for a reason.  Feedback is welcomed and any mistakes are my own.

By proceeding you are acknowledging that you are over 18 and are consenting to the content below the cut.

Synopsis:- Thinking a bout of illness is about to scupper your Christmas festivities, two super soldiers easily show you that fun can still be had given the right combination of circumstances.

Author's Note 1:- Well now @saiyanprincessswanie this is all on you.  A bit late but I hope it brings a smile to your face.  Merry Christmas my dear friend.

Pairings:- Bucky Barnes x Reader x Steve Rogers

Total Word Count:- 2,986

Opening your eyes and stretching out your limbs, you swiftly stopped what you were doing and released an all-merciful groan as your body ached in ways and places you had never experienced before.  Raising your head off the pillow however, and regretting this action just as quickly, the severe body pains, tiredness and congestion, accompanied by the tightness in your chest told you one thing for certain . . . work was no longer in your future any time soon.

Now you just had to make that call and hope your ass of a boss didn’t blame the oncoming season for this sudden bout of work aversion..

Carefully, gently and slowly rolling yourself over in bed so that you now lay upon your side instead of on your back, even this took its toll but it was worth the effort when contacting Tony to inform him that you were too sick to even leave your bed resulted in him not only telling you to take as much time off as you needed to rest and recover, but also had him sending Doctor Cho over to your house to make sure you weren't about to leave this world any time soon.

Even if it did feel like you were heading in that direction when you had to get yourself out of bed fifteen minutes later to open the door and allow the good doctor to step inside.  A task that not only sapped you of what little energy you had, but also revealed what it was that had landed you in this position in the first place.  You had once again contracted COVID-19 it seemed.

This time much worse than the first time it had paid you a visit, you explained your symptoms clearly to Doctor Cho, as well as telling her you must have been run over by an eighteen wheeler in your sleep, and if you'd thought she wouldn't believe you well, there was absolutely no doubt in her assessment.

Explaining instead that this new variant was much worse than those that had come before, you silently hoped and prayed that some relief at least might be forthcoming, but when she checked you out to confirm her diagnosis and then left you with a dose of ibuprofen, rest and a stern warning to call her directly if any of your symptoms escalated, you simply thanked her, requested that she make sure the door was shut tight after her and threw yourself back under the covers.  After all, what else were you supposed to do?

Waiting to hear the door click behind her then and closing your eyes now against the world, you knew the next week off would have been a welcome treat under normal circumstances given the time of year it was, but being sick and isolated at Christmas really was a bummer now and given that this wasn't the type of illness that would pass in twenty-four hours, you now wondered what type of holiday lay before you given that your friends and colleagues would be prohibited from even dropping by with the usual treats that accompanied a bout of sickness.

It really seemed like you had caught the worst possible infection at the worst possible time.  But little did you know however as sleep claimed you once more that Christmas was indeed the time for miracles and thanks to Tony and Doctor Cho ignoring doctor patient confidentiality, two kind super soldiers were riding their way to your rescue.

Waking again some time later feeling just as shitty as you did when you had made that call to Tony Stark, you just about managed to drag yourself out of bed and into the en suite to use the toilet and check your reflection in the mirror before making your way back to bed when a sound you couldn't identify made you wonder if this was part of the worsening symptoms Doctor Cho had told you to phone her about.

Sitting on the bed to prevent yourself from dropping onto the floor, you listened closely with your ears and sure enough your mind was not playing tricks on you.  Straining carefully and thankful that there were no other building close to you in this rural location to add any outside interference, you clearly now heard male voices and heavy footsteps and your heart beat so fast you swore it was going to burst out of your chest in addition to all the other health issues you currently had to deal with.

But there was no denying what you had heard.  There were definitely guys in your home.  Plural.  As in more than one.

Now whether that more than one stopped at two or went above it was a question you shuddered to contemplate, but right now action was what was required most.  But action that also ensured your safety given the fragile and compromised condition you currently found yourself in.  So sending off a hurried text to Tony, given that you didn't trust yourself to speak and he could fly to your location quicker than any law enforcement officer could drive, the resulting text that you received in reply, accompanied then by the knocking on your bedroom door found you fumbling instead for the covers as you threw yourself back into bed and left nothing but your head from your nose up visible to those that subsequently made their presence known known to you.

And it was a sight indeed that they in turn all but tried not to laugh at.

Controlling themselves however and confirming that Tony had sent them, not only with a care package from the other Avengers, but apparently also as your nursemaids and house staff, Steve Rogers and Bucky Barnes now took a spot on either side of your cocooned body as you flatly refused to let them stay for fear of spreading this god awful virus to Earth's Mightiest Heroes.  An argument it seemed that wasn't going to work on either one of them however.

Slipping off their boots while ignoring all your protests, easily wrestling the covers from your feeble grip and nudging you into the center of the bed, the guys then explained to you that since the super soldier serum running in their veins protected them better than any booster ever could you were stuck with them now until you were well enough to kick them out all on your own.  Which given how you currently felt had more than likely been added to by a few more days.

But it still didn't explain how exactly they planned on helping you out and boy were you sorry you had voiced that particular question.

Informing you that now that you were aware of their presence and purpose, the door to your bedroom would remain open at all times and that way if you needed anything at all, food, assistance, a little unconventional pain relief that over the counter medication couldn't provide, Bucky or Steve would be on hand to cater to each and every one of your needs.  An explanation that furnished you with another burst of protests as the meaning behind their words and their wandering eyes made their intentions crystal clear.

They had to be off their fucking rockers.

Here you were after all, holed up in bed feeling all kinds of sick, achy and general unwellness to the point that the image of yourself in the mirror bloomed clear in your mind once more and reaffirmed how terrible you looked and Steve and Bucky seemed to think that sex with them would have you up and about and back to your usual self quicker than a plunge into an ice bath would bring down a fever.  At least that's what you thought they were getting at.  Which of course is what they confirmed when you had finally stopped shouting at them and shooing them away.

In fact, once you had sufficiently calmed down again, you quickly discovered that they had a good stretch of the holiday season all planned out it seemed.

Currently, before your interruption and texts from Tony anyway, they had been busy wiping down all the surfaces in your home just to make sure no traces of the COVID virus remained behind.  Once finished with that, they had planned to cook all three of you something wholesome before making their presence known, explaining the situation to you and then hoovering every room so your house was spotless for the next task on their rather long to-do list.

Moving you to the couch, while making sure that you were still resting comfortably, they then wanted to pull out all your Christmas decorations and lay them out all over the place, including on the tree they now informed you was waiting out in Bucky's van until they were ready to set it up.  But this it seemed was one activity you could not get on board with.  After all, as happy as part of you was that they had dedicated their free time to making sure your Christmas wasn't entirely lonely or ruined, a smaller and far more infuriated part of you still couldn't get over the fact that this felt like some weird home invasion.  One you weren't entirely comfortable with.

Oh sure, working as Tony's personal assistant you had come in contact with these two on several occasions.  You had spoken with them when required, watched them flirt their way through most of the women working at the compound, you'd even smiled your way through the odd comment or look they furnished you with while waiting in the seating area across from your desk to grab a quick word with the man himself.  But this?  Showing up at your home, planning out your whole Christmas vacation, putting up your decorations as if they could do it exactly how you wanted it.  No way.  Superheroes they might be, but you firmly believed that this was one task that was most definitely beyond them.  And you wasted no time in telling them so.

Informing them in clear and precise English that your decorations had been collected and curated over many years with memories now built into each and every one of them, and as such required, not just a delicate touch but also an intimate understanding of where they went and how they complimented each other, you thought you had gotten them to accept that only you could decorate your house precisely as you liked it, but the guys it seemed had some other trickery in mind to bring you around to their way of thinking.  Trickery you would never have believed them capable of using.

Nodding their heads at every word you spoke, while exchanging looks you couldn't quite decipher, Steve and Bucky whispering to you that they knew all about delicate touches and intimate understandings should have had you protesting vigorously that they were indeed out of their minds, but it seemed two guys built like tanks could move a lot faster than you ever thought possible.  Even more so given your currently weakened position.

Getting out of bed one at a time then, and undressing quickly before you even had time to fully comprehend what was happening, two hours later, more orgasms than you could ever remember experiencing before and a warm feeling pulsing throughout your body that had nothing to do with any possible fever and you had to admit they definitely knew what they were talking about.  Intimate and delicate were definitely in their vocabulary.

Their lips had been soft and sensual.  Their teeth brought pleasure without pain.  Their fingers even proved far gentler than the size of their palms seemed to indicate.  And as for their cocks?  Oh . . . my . . . god.  How on earth could erections like theirs which seemed designed to split a person in two not leave you feeling anything but bruised, broken and sore from the waist down.  And yet, you felt none of it.

Taking you off to the en suite after all three of you had returned to your bodies and washing you carefully and gently in the most luxurious bubble bath you could ever remember having, a few more hours wrapped up in bed with a super soldier on either side of you and you knew then the battle was lost.  They were far from the muscle bound idiots you had sometimes perceived them to be.

Bucky was sweet and sensitive, mindful of not hurting you with any part of himself while Steve, firm as a tree whose roots could never be torn from their chosen spot, proved every bit as gentle as its leaves skimming on the breeze and falling lightly to the ground without disturbing anything around them as his lips continued to kiss and caress your skin around the soothing and massaging press of his best friend's fingers.  And so you agreed to their demands.  Each and every one of them.

Nights spent in their arms as sleep and sex replenished your body.  Days spent watching them bake cookies, shovel snow, create a fire pit with three deck chairs in your back garden and wrap up presents for their friends and family.  Hell they even waited until you were feeling much better and then took you shopping, not only for some gifts for yourself, but they also surprised you even further by buying out an entire toy store so that the goods in question could then be donated to underprivileged and sick children.  And it didn't stop there.

Waking at the crack of dawn on Christmas Eve morning, Steve and Bucky then spent most of the day cooking dinners, desserts and starters before next wrapping what looked like everyday practical, essential items and when you finally awoke and asked them what they were doing, their answer told you that you would never again judge them or anyone else without first getting a better understanding of who an individual actually was.  For Bucky and Steve it seemed were giving up their usual Christmas day activity of volunteering at a homeless shelter like had often been done in their youth, to spend the whole day with you instead, so now they had woken up early to complete all the preparations before Tony sent some trucks by to collect their efforts and deliver them where they were needed the following day in order to ensure that no one went without.  And you had to admit the revelation left you speechless.

Taking your time however and watching closely as the two super soldiers finished up the last of their mammoth task, all three of you then returned to bed once the last truck had been loaded up and finding that words aren't always necessary, your body instead took the lead this time and coming apart for you the way you had previously done for them, Christmas day was ushered in in a unique and intimate way that conveyed to both Bucky and Steve just how much you admired, respected and yes, now loved them in a way you would never be able to give a voice to.  But then again, the way they treated you in return simply proved that they too knew exactly how you felt.

Running your hand over Bucky's chest after your mouth was freed from his equipment, as Steve rolled closer and danced his fingers along your thigh, a quick question for consent once more and now two talented super soldiers began to work in rhythm to make sure your pussy never again took any cock other than theirs.  For how could you ever go back to normal, boring, regular sex after finally taking the two of them at once.

Pulling out to the tip as Bucky thrust forwards, the thickness of one versus the length of the other was such a jarring contrast, but it was the combination of both, coupled with what the rest of their bodies were doing that really made up your mind.  You were their girl now it seemed.  Steve's palms kneading your breasts, Bucky's lips whispering the filthiest phrases into your ear, both of the guys taking it in turns to assault your clit, fuck your pussy and lay claim to your throat, it all re-enforced a side of yourself you not only previously knew existed, but was totally now unwilling to hide away back in whatever area of your brain the guys had rescued it from.

And so you finally accepted your fate and how magical it all was, just like the holiday that had brought all three of you together when you opened your eyes again sometime after midday on Christmas day to find yourself not only feeling a damn sight better physically than you had been, but also got to fully appreciate now all the work and effort your super soldiers had put in the past few days.  For the place had really come alive with all their effort.

Remembering from when they had first shown up and the argument you had had with them regarding your decorations, it seemed they had taken all your concerns and garbled instructions on board, as well as using their own intuition, and the result was a Christmas house you could definitely be proud of.  But it didn't stop there.  There were presents under the tree.  Mistletoe appeared in strategic locations.  Stockings were hung by the mantle.  And even a gloriously roaring fire in the hearth brought a warmth that could only be matched by their naked bodies pressed against yours.  Not that you were about to tell them that.  No, joining them now in the living room instead as Bucky handed you a mulled wine while Steve informed you that dinner would be ready momentarily, you simply smiled, thanked both of them for all they had done and welcomed now a Christmas day that hopefully signalled nothing but good times in the year ahead.

[sagechanoafterdark]

Me the whole fic:

[bubbarnes]

ready to comply, i guess ✪

[petite-madame]

Knight Bucky - (2025)

I asked people on Twitter who they wished to see as a knight between Bucky, Sherlock, Dr Strange and Dean Winchester and once again, the winner is Bucky!

[rogersrival]

🦌💞

[unearthlydust]

"You know, he knew you. Your pal, your buddy, your Bucky. He remembered you. I was there. He got all weepy about it."

CAPTAIN AMERICA: THE WINTER SOLDIER (2014) CAPTAIN AMERICA: CIVIL WAR (2016)

[officialunitedstates]

I want to be the first person on the moon to shoot a sniper rifle at earth and hit a wasp nest.  my whole life so far is leading up to that moment

[dat-soldier]

[dat-soldier]

You know what other popular tumblr post is about to hit a million?

[daydreamgoddess14]

Tassels

Bucky and the Thunderbolts go to a burlesque show, not realising they know one of the performers.

Bucky Barnes x f!curvyQueen Reader

Warnings: burlesque, stripping, oral (f receiving), unprotected p-in-v, Bucky breaks the bed (see gif)

Word Count: 5.2k

Bucky Barnes Masterlist

He had no idea how Yelena had found the place - he wasn't sure he wanted to know. It was not his scene, he knew that much.

“You never seen a bunch of strippers before, Buck?” Walker had asked with a snigger.

Yelena sighed, about to interject.

Alexei slammed a hand on the table. “No! This is classy joint, with classy ladies -”

“Who are still strippers.”

“It's an art, Walker, something you know shit all about.” Ava rolled her eyes.

The host leaned into the mic, grinning at the dimly lit round tables like he had a secret.

“There's a funny thing about live shows… sometimes we’re a performer short. But lucky for us, a very dear friend of mine was willing to slip into something… inappropriate,” he let that linger with a lascivious wink, “and help us out tonight.”

The crowd whooped, the lights dimmed, and an expectant hush settled over the room.

Bucky didn’t think twice - he sipped his drink, half-distracted by Alexei’s running commentary about the high end establishments he'd been to. And then the spotlight hit the stage.

And his whole body stopped.

Stopped thinking, stopped everything.

Because that was absolutely not the same woman who had spent the afternoon in sweatpants, trying to lick chocolate off the inside of her elbow.

The same woman who'd raced Bob down the hallway, sliding on the polished floor in her socks to see who could skid the furthest (and had nearly broken her wrist in the process).

This version of her? This was glitter and silk and confidence. A coy smile painted across her ruby red lips, a huge feather fan in each hand.

The music swelled behind her. She looked like she owned the stage.

Bucky couldn’t breathe.

The fans fluttered, he could feel the breeze from the movement.

He stole a glance at Yelena, hardly daring to look away for longer than necessary.

“Lena-”

“I know, right?!” She breathed.

“You knew?”

“I found the flyer in her room. Ssh!”

The crowd leaned forward as she sashayed to the center of the stage, the feathers hiding most of her body. She peeked over them, mock-shy, then snapped them open with a flourish for the quickest second of his life before closing them again.

The sequins on her bejeweled corset caught every light in the room.

Legs wrapped in stockings and garters, the curve of her waist pulled tight, and the swell of her breasts peeking out over the top of the corset. The mould of an hourglass.

Bucky’s jaw clenched. He couldn’t look away.

She strutted toward the front of the stage on what were potentially the highest heels he'd ever seen.

The centre of the stage gave way to a few steps and she teetered down them, still holding the strategically placed feathers. With each step, she exaggerated the swing and sway of her hips, plush, soft flesh occasionally peeping out through the fans.

Her curves weren’t something the costume tried to disguise - they were the act itself, deliberate and dazzling, the kind of body that didn’t ask for attention so much as demanded it.

She extended one arm, and used the other to shield her body giving a table at a time a glimpse of what was underneath - sand slipping through everyone’s fingers, not just his.

At their table, heard before they'd been seen thanks to Alexei, she did the same, giving no indication that she'd been caught off guard by them being there.

The music curled around her like smoke, sultry and playful in turns. She fluttered the fans, letting them slip just far enough apart to flash a glittering edge of sequins before snapping them shut again with a cheeky grin.

A wolf-whistle rose from the crowd. She pretended to scowl, wagging a finger, before giving the smallest shimmy of her hips that shook the feathers. Laughter rippled through the room, easy and delighted.

She held the fans open with Yelena trapped in between, the only one able to see the corset up close. Yelena whooped loud enough to make the next table jump.

And then she turned back, covering herself up, her gaze sweeping the room - until it landed right on him.

Bucky went stock-still.

She sauntered closer, one fan in front, one behind, teasing the crowd with little half-turns, never quite revealing more than she wanted. Every sway of her hips hit like a bullet. She was in absolute command, the kind of control he had never seen her wield - not in training, not in battle, not in the Tower hallways.

Every movement seemed to celebrate the fullness of her - the curve of her thighs, the generous line of her hips, the soft strength of a body that owned every inch of itself.

When she reached his side of the table, she paused deliberately. Smiled down at him like he was just another face in the crowd.

She turned her back on him, lowering the fan to reveal the ribbons lacing the corset to her back. At the bottom, they formed a wide bow - a gift begging to be opened. With a flick of her wrist, she moved the fan completely revealing the full effect of what was left of her costume.

His hands curled into fists on his thighs.

She peeked over her shoulder, faking exasperation, then shimmied her ass in front of him, the bow flicking against her skin.

It wasn’t dainty; it was deliciously decadent - the kind of shimmy that could stop hearts and start trouble.

The audience giggled. “Get over here, honey, I’ll take it off with my teeth!” A voice shouted.

She frowned in mock disapproval, placing a finger in front of her pouting red lips to quiet the heckler - then turned back toward Bucky, her lashes low. She was close enough that he caught a whiff of her perfume and dangled the ribbon between her fingers, cocking her head. An invitation.

“Be a doll,” she purred, pressing the end into his hand like it was nothing at all. “Hold this for me.”

The crowd roared as she spun away, but Bucky didn’t hear them. He only felt the weight of the word slam into his chest, the satin sliding through his fingers as she tugged the ribbon loose with every swinging step.

The word cracked through him like a gunshot. Doll. His word, his habit, thrown back at him like it was a private joke.

He didn’t breathe as she turned away, sashaying back to the stage with one feather fan behind her back and one in front while the ribbon unfurled, loop by loop, tug by tug.

The ribbon slipped free with the last tug, the corset collapsing in a glittering heap at her heels.

She froze mid-step, eyes going wide, feather fans clutched to her chest in an exaggerated gasp. A perfectly over-the-top oh no! expression spread across her face.

The crowd howled.

She shuffled back and carefully took a step away from the structured garment, fanning herself as though scandalized, then peeked coyly over the plumes. And just when the laughter peaked, she dropped the act with a wicked little grin.

The fans snapped open, then lowered - just enough to reveal the gleam of jeweled nipple tassels. She gave a playful shimmy, once, twice, enough for the sequins to catch the spotlight.

The movement made her curves ripple like silk - full, soft, and gloriously alive - and the audience couldn’t get enough. They erupted in cheers.

She leaned into it, biting her lip in feigned surprise at the reaction, then winked as if to say oh, you like that?

Bucky’s knuckles were white around the ribbon still trapped in his hand. He could barely process the noise of the room - all he could see was the line of her smile, the tease in her eyes, the impossible, intoxicating way she made the whole stage her own.

He couldn’t move. Couldn’t think.

Because she wasn’t just the woman he’d been trying not to want since the day she'd moved in - she was fire, control, comedy, sex, everything.

And she’d just called him doll.

She was as good as naked in front of him - and he’d been the one to unwrap her.

The crowd was still laughing, still clapping, when she shifted again. The fans rose, fluttering higher this time, then, with a flick of her wrists, she tossed them aside.

The spotlight kissed every jeweled edge of what little remained. Gilded knickers glittering at her hips, stockings held tight with delicate garters, the swell of her breasts crowned with glittering tassels that winked like they had secrets of their own.

The light traced the lines of her body - the generous slope of her waist, the plush curve of her thighs, every contour catching gold. She wasn’t sculpted thin; she was carved soft, radiant, utterly woman.

She dragged one finger slowly down the curve of her body, from the dip of her throat to the sparkle of her waistband. A sharp snap followed - her garter tugged and released, the sound cutting through the roar of the room.

Bucky’s throat went dry.

She turned slowly and deliberately bent at the hip to touch her toes. The line of her back, the endless stretch of her legs in those impossible heels, the curve of her ass - everything about her wrapped in silk and sequins set his skin alight.

There was nothing fragile about her beauty - it was lush, powerful, and real, the kind that made restraint feel impossible.

She could topple empires. She was so perfect that he don’t know whether to get on his knees for her or bend her over until she forgot her own name.

And then, just like that, it was over.

She straightened, blew a kiss toward the ceiling, and shimmied offstage with a grin that said she’d known exactly what she was doing the whole time.

The host bounded back into the spotlight, beaming. “God, I love that corset trick. Gets me every time. Ladies and gentlemen, wasn’t she incredible?”

The room erupted, the noise thundering in his ears.

But Bucky barely heard it. His pulse was still stuck back there - at the ribbon in his hand, at her voice purring doll, at the moment she’d looked right at him and burned the floor out from under his feet.

He sat frozen, the roar of the crowd nothing but static. Wanting everything.

Wanting her.

~~~~

She reappeared shortly after the interval clutching amber liquid over ice in a glass and fully dressed - a total contrast of jeans and a hoodie combined with the glamorous make-up and hair.

“Girl!”

She tsked at Yelena’s excitement. “Don’t girl me, what the hell are you doing here?!”

“I saw the flyer in your room, I thought it could be a fun night out -”

“It is, when I'm not the one performing!”

“I am happy for our mistake!” Alexei beamed proudly.

John’s jaw shifted, a faint smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. “You offered to do that?” he asked, and there was a sparkle in his eye this time. “Well… you really killed it out there.”

She settled at the table, sliding into the chair between Ava and Bucky.

“Ok,” Alexei declared, “first, we need details. How you did not tell anyone you were such magnificent performer?!”

“I… It was as past life,” she said innocently. “I didn’t think it would ever come up.”

“A past life!” Ava laughed, “until you offered to give it another go, you mean!”

Yelena clapped her hands, eyes shining. “I knew! I knew there was something in your past! And you were amazing, like… like a queen of feathers and sparkles!”

She laughed, rolling her eyes, but the warmth in her chest couldn’t be denied. “Yelena, you’re ridiculous. I just covered for tonight, that’s all. It was a favour for a friend.”

Bucky shifted slightly in his seat, just enough to be noticed if she looked his way. She didn’t - and he let her not see, even as his fists tightened around his glass. His jaw flexed; the sight of her on stage still burned behind his eyelids.

“Well, I’m converted.” John said suddenly, smiling. “Not that I was judging, but… wow. You were… completely in control. Commanded the stage.”

She shot him a glance, eyebrows raised. “Thanks, I think?”

“Yeah, don’t let him fool you,” Yelena teased. “He was definitely judging at first but now he’s acting all proud.”

Ava turned her attention, leaning over, her elbows on the table. “So, Bucky, what did you think?”

He didn’t answer immediately, eyes narrowing just slightly. His jaw tensed, a shadow of that earlier fire behind his gaze.

Ava pursed her lips. “Guess you’re not a fan.”

She met his stare for the briefest instant before looking away, he heard her heart stuttering. “Uh… it’s fine, you’re quiet. I see how it is.”

Bucky’s attention snapped back to his drink. Not a word escaped his mouth, but every line of his posture, every narrowed gaze toward the stage earlier, screamed the truth.

Ava nudged her gently, sweetly raising her spirits again.

Silence hung heavy between them, full of words neither dared speak. The rest of the table erupted into chatter and teasing, but he stayed still, just watching her, simmering, contained - but the electricity between them practically crackled through the table.

~~~~

He could tell she’d expected him to say something by now. Anything. A joke. A tease. Hell, even voice his disapproval. Instead, he’d walked beside her in silence all the way back to the Tower.

When the others peeled off toward their rooms, she finally snapped. “Alright, Barnes. Out with it.”

He stopped and turned. His face unreadable in the dim hallway light. “Out with what?”

She folded her arms. Defensively. Protecting herself from whatever she thought he was about to say.

“The judging. The moral high ground. Whatever it is you’ve been brooding about since the show.”

That got a reaction. His jaw flexed and he exhaled sharply through his nose. “You think I’m judging you?”

“Aren’t you?” She shot back. Heat crept up his neck. “You didn’t say a word when Ava asked. I saw your face, Barnes. You didn’t laugh, you didn’t clap - you didn’t even blink. I get it, ok? It’s not your thing.”

She turned to go, but his hand closed gently around her wrist. Not pulling - just holding her there.

“Not my thing?” He asked. His voice was low, rough. Dangerous. “Doll, I’ve been trying not to touch you since the second those lights hit you.”

He heard the catch in her breath.

“You wanna know why I didn’t say anything back there?” His eyes burned into her, unflinching. “Because I couldn’t. Because if I opened my mouth in front of them, I would’ve told the whole fuckin’ table how hard it was just to sit there while you -” His hand flexed against her wrist, restrained. “While you looked like that. Like every fucking thing I’ve been trying not to want.”

The air between them pulsed, hot and unsteady.

“Bucky…”

He stepped closer, his voice dropped, ragged and rough. “You called me doll. You have any idea what that did to me?”

She didn’t answer.

“I don’t think you do.” His thumb traced the inside of her wrist, feather-light.

One second he was hovering, the next his mouth was on hers, hard and desperate, months of control snapping like a frayed wire.

She gasped, startled, and he swallowed it, tilted his head and deepened the kiss like he’d been waiting his whole life. His hands framed her face, careful even as his chest pressed into hers, even as he crowded her back against the wall.

And Christ - when she kissed him back, soft at first, then fierce and greedy - it nearly undid him.

The taste of her, the little noise she made in her throat, the way her fingers fisted in his shirt - he’d imagined it, dreamed it, but nothing had ever come close to this.

“Been driving me crazy,” he rasped against her mouth. “Ever since - hell, since day one. But tonight…” His hand slid down, caressing her waist, her hip. “You on that stage - sweetheart, I thought I was gonna lose my goddamn mind.”

She tugged at his collar and pulled him back in, insistent.

He groaned, low and broken. His metal hand braced the wall beside her head, vibrating with the effort not to just lift her, pin her, take everything he wanted.

“Tell me to stop,” he muttered, forehead pressed to hers. His chest heaved like he’d just sprinted a mile. “If this isn’t what you -”

“Don’t you dare,” she whispered back, breathless, her eyes blazing.

That was it. The permission he needed, the dam breaking.

He caught her mouth again, kissed her deeper, harder, hands finally roaming - down her back, over her curves, memorising every inch. She arched into him, and he nearly groaned out loud at the feel of her body pressed flush to his.

She reached behind, fumbling with the door handle. When it pushed open, he held her upright, pulling her tightly against him.

“Can't believe I had to take my clothes off on stage for you to finally do something,” she muttered against his mouth.

“Would you believe me if I told you I preferred you like this?” He asked, letting her go only to reach for the hem of her hoodie.

She lifted it over her head. “That so?”

The tassels she still wore glittered under the lamplight of her room as she gave a little wiggle.

“You didn't like these then?”

Her wicked grin felt like a challenge. He swallowed hard, his eyes dragging down to the remnants of her costume.

“I liked them,” he said hoarsely. “Didn’t like not touching you while you were wearing them.”

He reached out, finally, tracing the circular outline with the back of his knuckle, slowly enough to make her shiver. His other hand stayed planted on her hip.

“Bucky…” she whispered, half a plea, half a dare.

He bent, his mouth finding her throat, her collarbone, nipping lightly, then soothing the spot with his tongue. Her breath hitched, and he felt her fingers slide under his t-shirt, twisting into his belt loops and tugging him closer.

He lost a ragged sound against her skin. “Christ, doll.”

She arched against him, the tassels brushing his chest. “Stop holding back.”

Something in him cracked. His hands circled her hips, lifting her with ease and hauling her toward the bed. She stumbled a little, laughing breathlessly, but he caught her, lifting her high enough to lay her back on the mattress without breaking the kiss.

Her thighs framed his. Her hoodie was gone, her tassels glittered, her grin dared him to keep up.

He groaned, head falling to her shoulder for a second, trying to remember every reason he’d told himself to wait. All gone now. Just her, real and writhing under him.

Warm skin met warm skin once she’d dragged his t-shirt over his head. He skipped over the gift wrapping of her breasts and moved further down, pulling her jeans with him.

The plain black lace panties were a stark contrast to the sequined underwear she'd been wearing on stage, but were no less of an invitation.

He swallowed hard, letting his palm skim along her thigh, every nerve ending on fire at the heat and softness of her skin under his hand.

She caught his wrist. “Still holding back?”

His laugh was rough and breathless. “Trying to remember how.”

She looked at him with absolute certainty. “I don't want you to.”

Her fingers slid up his arm, encouraging him closer, he ran his hand over the threads of one of the tassels, taking it into his fist and pulling it taut.

The swell of her breast rose away from her body.

“Will it hurt when I pull these off?”

She grinned. “Like pulling off a band-aid.”

He pulled harder, the sensitive skin around her nipple stretching against the adhesive on the tassels before it started to give.

The sting made her hiss, but with each press of his mouth tracing a line from the underneath of her breast towards the peak, the hiss gave way to sighs.

With a soft pop of skin, the first tassel came away in his hand and his tongue wrapped around her finally uncovered nipple.

And with it, a helpless sigh that melted his brain. He needed to hear it again, the tower could burn to the ground as long as she was making those sounds because of him.

Bucky hadn’t meant to lose control.

He’d promised himself - if it ever happened, if she ever wanted him like this - he’d be gentle, careful.

He'd lay her out and take his time with her, slowly learning every delicious curve and dip of her body.

He’d hold back the way he always did, keep the soldier caged so he wouldn’t break the only person who made him feel like this.

But the moment she gasped his name in his ear, nails digging into his shoulders, all of the restraint burned away.

The second tassel came off far more quickly in his eagerness to taste every inch of her. With each hitch of her breath, he buried deeper into her softness, his stubble scratching down the valley of her breasts until her fingers threaded through his hair and she arched into him.

Slow down, Barnes. Don’t hurt her. He told himself over and over, even as every sound she made dragged him closer to the edge of reason.

“So soft,” he whispered against her hips, his teeth scraping the waistband of her underwear. “Christ, you're so fuckin’ soft everywhere.”

His tongue pressed against the already damp spot of the black lace, dragging the material insistently against her clit. Her hands gripped tighter in his hair, pulling hard. It sent a shockwave through his body straight to his cock, still straining against the seam of his jeans.

He ground his hips into the bed, rutting into the mattress to the sound of her cries and moans. Unable to stand it any longer, he tore the lace from where they clung to her hips and pushed her thighs wider apart.

“God, Bucky -” her voice broke on another cry as she rocked against his mouth with the force of her orgasm. He savoured every drop, sucking until he felt her keening again, hands restlessly twisting in the sheets.

“So soft, sweetheart,” his voice rumbled through her core, vice like hands holding her firmly to his mouth.

“Wanted it to be you,” she murmured breathlessly. “Needed it to be you.”

He couldn’t stop touching her, couldn’t stop learning the shape of every sound she made. Each sigh drew him closer, every tremor a thread he wanted to follow until he knew her by heart.

He let go of her thighs, only the imprints from his fingertips left behind, and traced two long fingers through her slit, following the same path his tongue had already taken.

They sank into her wet heat, her back arching off the bed to meet his hand, trying to find friction on her clit.

“You need more, sweetheart?” he whispered against her thighs, his teeth dragging on the sensitive skin.

“Bucky, please -” she begged beautifully.

Her hands found him blindly - shoulder, hair, anything she could hold on to - and every time she whispered his name it sank a little deeper under his skin.

She was heat and heartbeat and the taste of trust, and he couldn’t tell where control ended and need began.

He circled and flicked at her clit with his tongue while his fingers drove into her slick cunt.

Her voice broke on his name, half a plea, half disbelief that she was coming again so soon.

He lifted his head just enough to meet her gaze. There was nothing playful left in it now; just want, open and unguarded.

“C'mon beautiful girl, I want to hear you.”

She clenched around his fingers, the repetition of his name giving way to a jumbling stream of curses and praise.

The grip on his shoulder loosened and she sank boneless into the mattress.

He pushed his jeans down and crawled back up the bed to her.

His thumb brushed along her jaw, lingering until her breath evened, until he felt her relax against him again.

“Wanted it to be you,” she repeated softly, almost like a secret she hadn’t meant to share, as if she wasn't sure he'd heard her the first time. “Needed it to be you.”

Something in him stilled. For all the months of teasing and restraint, her words undid him more than anything else could have.

He bent his forehead to hers, breathing her in, the world narrowing to the space between them - the quiet, the warmth, the way she fit against him like she’d been made for it.

For a long moment neither of them moved.

He stayed close, letting his touch soften, steadying her as the tremors faded. She caught his wrist, anchoring him there, her thumb drawing slow circles against his wrist.

“Hey,” he murmured, voice low, roughened by everything they hadn’t said. “You ok?”

Her laugh was breathless but sure. “More than ok.”

He brushed a strand of hair from her face, tracing the corner of her smile with the back of his fingers.

She caught them in her mouth, holding his eye as she licked them clean.

The air between them changed again, giving way to something inevitable. What had been care turned into pull, what had been gentleness sparked back into want.

The look she gave him said everything - that she wasn’t finished, that neither of them were.

Easy, he told himself. Don’t lose it now.

He’d spent months pretending control was the same thing as peace. If he just kept his hands still, his voice quiet, nothing inside him would come apart.

But she moved again, a slow drag of her fingers through his hair, and the sound she made - soft, content and trusting - undid every careful knot he’d tied himself into.

He felt it hit low in his chest, that quiet knowing that she wanted him. That in handing him the end of the ribbon, she was telling him to undress her. Telling him to take her.

He caught her hand and pressed a kiss to her wrist, trying to slow the tremor that had started there. Don’t rush her.

But when she curled her fingers around his jaw and guided his mouth to hers, there was no mistaking the message: stop holding back.

His hands took purchase again, kneading her thighs, spreading her legs.

She let her hand drift down between them, her knuckles running up the length of him. He felt his breath shudder with anticipation, amazed he hadn't already spilled into the sheets just from being able to touch her, taste her.

His pulse thundered, his breath came rough, and somewhere between restraint and need, the lines blurred completely.

She curled her hand around him, leaking and hard, and gripped gently.

“Need more, Buck,” She breathed against the shell of his ear, “please -”

It was enough, the pleading, her hand stroking his cock.

He batted her hand away, making her giggle, and lined himself up. His blunt head nudged through her aching core, splitting her open an inch at a time.

She bared down, trying to rush him but he resisted, each inch dragging another pretty whine from her throat, higher and higher.

When he'd filled her completely, he stilled, letting the heat of her cunt surround him.

“You feel so good, sweetheart - made for me,” he groaned into the base of her throat.

Her skin was soft against his palms, her legs locked tight around his waist, and finally, finally when he moved, every roll of her hips drove him deeper into the fire. His vision tunneled, breath ragged, caught between worship and hunger.

“Bucky - harder,” she whispered, voice hoarse, daring.

He froze. For a second, he thought he’d imagined it. But then she tugged his hair, dragged his mouth back to hers, and moaned into the kiss like she wanted him to ruin her.

Something snapped inside him.

He slammed into her, harder than he meant to, and the headboard creaked against the wall. She cried out - not in pain, never pain - but in pure, desperate pleasure, and he couldn’t stop himself. His right hand shot up, bracing against the wooden bedframe for leverage -

CRACK.

The headboard splintered under his grip.

He froze instantly, heart plummeting. “Shit. Doll -” His voice was raw, panicked, already pulling back like he’d done something unforgivable.

But her hands fisted in his hair, her thighs squeezed him closer, and her laugh was ragged, breathless, wrecked. “Bucky, please don’t fucking stop.”

His chest squeezed tight. “I could hurt you -”

“You won’t,” she cut in, dragging her nails down his back. “Bucky. Don’t you dare stop.”

And just like that, every last barrier fell.

He drove into her with everything he’d been denying himself - raw, desperate, his. The bedframe groaned, splinters of wood littered her hair. Her body arched up to meet his again and again.

She wasn’t afraid. She was pulling him deeper, whispering his name like a prayer, like she wanted all of him - man, soldier, monster, everything.

And for the first time in forever, he gave it, pistoning into her, harder each time. She hooked her ankles around his thighs, a litany of curses tumbling from her mouth.

“Fuck, Bucky - oh, god -” Her walls fluttered around him, tightening until she pulled him as close to the edge as she was.

The muscles in his thighs tensed as he shattered with her name on his lips, spilling into her with a guttural moan.

She stilled underneath him, her breath coming in ragged gasps.

For a long moment, neither of them moved. Only the sound of their breathing filled the room - uneven and hot.

Bucky stayed above her, still buried inside her, his head bowed, his chest brushing hers with every stuttering inhale.

He hadn’t realised he was trembling until she reached up and cupped his face, her thumb tracing along the edge of his stubble.

“Hey,” she whispered. “Still with me?”

He nodded, barely, his lips brushing her palm. “Didn’t mean to -”

She shook her head before he could finish. “Don’t. I wanted it. Every second.”

He lowered himself until their foreheads met, letting the weight of him settle, the heat of her skin grounding him.

When they finally eased apart, he collapsed beside her, lining his body up alongside hers, his eyes and hands still wandering.

He plucked splintered shards of wood from her hair and glanced up at the headboard behind her.

“Guess we’re gonna need a new bed,” she murmured with a smile.

Bucky looked a little guilty, “I'm sorry, I -”

“Don't be. I'm not.”

On the pillow, tangled in her hair he spotted one of the nipple tassels. He picked it up between two fingers, twirling it so it caught the light. “I should’ve known these’d be nothing but trouble.”

She smirked, rolling onto her side to face him. “Oh, I’m keeping them. For private performances.”

His grin was pure joy, his eyes lit up. “I’ll start clearing my schedule.”

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Hoes for the Holidays

This year, @buckets-and-trees , @biteofcherry , and myself are super excited to host a holiday event to spread some holiday cheer and your legs: Hoes for the Holidays ❄️

The event will start on December 1, but we wanted to post info now so you have time to write your stories if you’d like to participate. Here’s all the details:

When: December 1 - January 4

What: Fics about any Chris Evans character

Rules for Fic Entries

500 word minimum, 5,000 word max. (Please put your story under a cut after 150 words.)

Original works only. If your story is part of a series, it must be able to be read as a standalone piece.

Please tag us when posting your story: @biteofcherry @buckets-and-trees @stargazingfangirl18 

Include the tag #hfth 2025 on the original post of your fic (not on reblogs or reblog replies, please.)

Any genre accepted! Can be fluff, angst, smut, comedy, AU, dark, soft!dark, whatever you want.

Please stick to the CE characters listed below, and no RPF.

Let’s stick with Reader insert stories. LGBTQ+, BIPOC, & interracial stories are welcome and encouraged!

Smut writers and characters must be 18+.

No toilet stuff, no necrophilia, no snuff, or bestiality. Non-con and dub-con must fall within commonly posted dark fics.

Please include warnings as needed for explicit language, explicit sexual content, non-con, dub-con, dark fic, trigger warnings, 18+, etc.

Odds & Ends

Each writer can submit a maximum of 2 stories.

Writers DO NOT need to claim prompts.

You do not need to write smut.

We reserve the right to not read or reblog anything that makes us uncomfortable.

Writing Challenge Babes & Prompts

BABES

Andy Barber

Ari Levinson

Bryce Langley

Cole Turner

Colin Shea

Curtis Everett

Frank Adler

Jack O’Malley

Jake Jensen

Johnny Storm

John Pitts 

Lloyd Hansen

Pete Brenner

Ransom Drysdale

Reverend Drew

Robert Pronge (aka Mr. Freezy)

Steve Rogers

PROMPTS

Pick at least 1 prompt (you can pick more than 1, and you don’t need to claim prompts).

GENERAL PROMPTS

Cold weather meetcute or meetfail

Sharing a heated blanket

Watching the first snow fall together

Receiving an unexpected gift

Sharing body heat to stay warm

New Year’s Eve

Winter Solstice

Holiday travel

Getting sick/caretaking 

 Settling in front of a fireplace 

 Festivities interrupted 

 Snowball fight

 Whipped cream on the nose/lip after drinking hot cocoa

 Heater malfunctioning

 Baking cookies

DIALOGUE PROMPTS

“It’s the most wonderful time of the year, right?”

Character A: “How about you get over here and jingle my balls?” Character B: “Don’t you mean bells?” Character A: “Nope.”

“Look at you, my very own gift to unwrap.”

“Is that my sweater?”

“What did you think would happen when you went walking through the woods at night by yourself?”

“You really thought I wouldn’t see you spreading mistletoe around the house? I’ll kiss you if you just ask.”

“I don’t know if the champagne has me seeing stars, but you look more beautiful than ever.”

“Do we want sugar cookies or chocolate chip?”

“Get inside before you freeze to death.”

“Give me your hands, I’ll warm them up.”

 “I think that was one hot chocolate too much for you.”

 “The only job you should have in this weather is to keep me warm.”

 “You taste sweeter than a s’more and I want to eat you more.”

 “Time is ticking. Kiss me or start the new year kissless.” 

 “Don’t even think about throwing that snowball!”

KINK PROMPTS

Praise 

Face riding 

Size difference 

Breeding 

Monster fucking 

Tied up - but in in a bow, because festive 

Prone bone

Dacryphilia

Mirror sex

Exhibitionism

 Spanking

 Clamps/collar with jingling bells

Spooning position

Competence 

Overstimulation

TROPE/AU PROMPTS

Lumberjack AU

CEO AU

Only one bed

Soft!dark or dark!babe who’s only soft with you

Mob AU

Snowed in

Best friend’s brother

Rivals to lovers

Dude in distress

 Vegas/drunk marriage

 Coworkers

 Moving to a small town AU

 Neighbours 

 Abducted as a gift for someone

 Medieval AU

P.S. Lots of gratitude and praise to @biteofcherry for creating our lovely event banner 😍

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