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IT'S YOUR BIRTHDAAAAAAAAAAAAAAY CONGRATS ANGIE!!!!!!!!

THANK YOU AIMEÉ!!!!! ❤❤❤

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OMG NO PROBLEM

SHUT UP BB...I DIDN’T SAY THANK YOU! -KICKS YOU...WITH LOVE-

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Hello! :) um do you have any Halloween Stucky headcanons? Or maybe sexy costume ideas for them? Love your bottom Steve & top Bucky writing :)

Word Count: 535Warnings: established relationship, fluff, sexual themes, endearmentsA/N: Probably not exactly what you were looking for, but I hope it’s still enjoyable!

“You’re sure the porch light is on, Steve?” asks Bucky, pulling aside the curtain and peekingout the kitchen window.

“Yes, Buck. It’s not even dark yet, babe, relax,” says Steve, putting the last of their early dinner dishes into the dish washer. He closes the machine and stretches his arms over his head, glancing toward Bucky and chuckling. “You’re not even ready yet.”

“Aw shit. Come get meif–”

“Yeah yeah, hurry up and sort yourself out,” laughs Steve, making sure the kitchen’s in order before looking out the front window. The stoops all along the street glow invitingly, skyline creeping from a clear robin’s egg to pinks and oranges. Leaves skitter along the gutters, whipping up onto the sidewalk with the occasional light breeze. He steps back from the window and glances down the hallway; Bucky’s still occupied in front of the bathroom mirror.

Bucky’s waistcoat fits snugly around Bucky’s broad chest, buttons fighting to contain the musculature underneath. His black trousers cling to his thick thighs, accentuating the length of Bucky’s legs and the tight curve of his behind. Steve exhales shakily and Bucky looks away from the mirror to stare at him.

“You alright, Stevie?” asks Bucky, lowering the brush in his hand and twisting toward the doorway, hip resting against the edge of the sink.

“Fine,” says Steve, clearing his throat and then breathing in deeply. “You, uh, you look real good, Buck. Are you sure you wanna do this? We could just flick the porch light off and we could–”

“After.” Bucky turns his attention back to the mirror, leaning in close. “You gotta finish getting ready, too.”

Steve gestures at his body. “Am I not ready?”

Bucky pouts at his reflection. “You’re really not gonna wear that hat?”

Steve sighs and turns toward their bedroom. “I’ll wear the hat. Now finish up; they’ll be here soon.” He grabs the floppy hat off of their dresser and plops it onto his head. The brim’s so wide he has to tilt the hat back to even see.

“Look at you,” says Bucky, grin sharper than usual. He taps the brim of Steve’s hat, hand falling to Steve’s hip and pulling Steve close. “Aren’t you bewitching,” he breathes, leaning in and letting his fangs scrape over Steve’s neck. Steve gasps, hips hitching, and he smirks, pulling away.

“The offer still stands,” groans Steve, tipping his head in the direction of the front door. “I’ll even keep the hat and the cloak on.”

“Oh, you’re still going to later, but do you think I put those decorations out for nothing, Rogers?” asks Bucky, letting go of Steve’s hip and twisting around. The doorbell chimes and a variety of Trick or Treat!s echo through the house. He tosses Steve a grin over his shoulder and hurries to the front door, Steve on his tail. “Happy Halloween!” he says, giving a candy bag to the Queen Elsa and BB-8 on their stoop. Steve joins him in the open doorway just as a young girl dressed as Captain America shouts her own Trick or Treat! “Great costume; Cap’s my favorite, too!” he says, winking at Steve and dropping two candy bags into Cap’s pumpkin bucket.

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Ok ok ok serious talk time imagine Steve and Bucky sparring together and each time Bucky gets the upper hand or within reach he smacks Steve's booty and Steve can't keep up with him. He keeps getting distracted and flustered which Bucky is playing into :D

“You know that’s fightin’ dirty, Buck,” says Steve, re-situating himself at the other end of the training mat.

“I never promised you a clean fight, doll,” teases Bucky, teeth dragging over his bottom lip. “You think an alien or somethin’s about to fight fair?”

“I’ll be damned if they fight like you do, Barnes,” says Steve, lunging for Bucky. Bucky counters him perfectly, metal arm diverting his attempted grapple. Bucky manages to slip past him, Bucky’s hand landing a solid smack against his ass. He stumbles, whipping around to glare at Bucky’s stupid, smug face.

Steve doesn’t take the time to take up an offensive stance, Bucky recognizing any tell despite his attempts not to broadcast his next move. He tackles Bucky to the ground, straddling Bucky’s hips and pinning Bucky’s wrists with his hands. Before Bucky can flip them around, he grinds against Bucky’s hardening cock, stilling Bucky in his tracks as he leans over Bucky and whispers, “But I know how to play dirty, too.”

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More Evanstan it au ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

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omg yesss, Cap always follows them into the basement when they go downstairs to work out. Sebastian gets on the treadmill while Chris drops down to do his pushups on the floor. Cap had been happily chewing on a rawhide in her bed, but the second Chris got into position Cap ran over to him, hopping all around in front of him, licking every inch of his arms and Chris’ face. Sebastian nearly falls off of the treadmill from laughing too hard.

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OMG ANGELA THE LATEST VID OF CHRIS HE SHOWS HIS DOG IT'S LIKE EVANSTAN IT AU!!!!!

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awwww yessss, Sebastian out of town for some sort of tech conference and he’s at Starbucks after that day’s events are over. His iced coffee sweats on the table as he bites into his cheese danish, waiting for Chris to answer his Skype call. He’s in the middle of a second huge bite when Chris finally answers, collapsing into his swivel chair with a hasty, “Hey, baby, sorry, we were out back.”

“We?” chokes Sebastian, covering his mouth with his fist as he swallows around way too much pastry.

“You know,” laughs Chris, lifting up his laptop and angling the camera down toward Cap, who glances up at him, then the laptop and then scurries away. “She gets camera shy,” he says, screen a blur as he places the computer back on his desk. “She’ll come back if you whistle for her.”

Sebastian adjusts his headphones and holds the microphone next to his mouth, whistling softly, jingle of Cap’s harness loud as she scrambles back toward Chris. Chris ducks out of frame and hefts their dog into his lap, Cap wriggling and licking at Chris’ face.

“There he is, there’s Bash, huh? She was sad she didn’t get to go out for coffee with you this morning.”

“You’ll have to treat her to ice cream tonight, then,” says Sebastian, taking a sip of his coffee. “Miss you guys.”

“We miss you, Sebastian. How was the first day?” asks Chris, scritching Cap’s ruff and settling in as Sebastian tells him about the conference.

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Bucky has fuzz everywhere and Steve loves it °˖✧◝(⁰▿⁰)◜✧˖°

yessss, Bucky’s fuzz is super soft and Steve always finds himself absently petting Bucky’s arms, legs, or chest when they’re relaxing together and Bucky teases Steve about it, but he finds it super soothing (◡‿◡✿)

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what if Steve paints on Bucky's butt 👀

“Why am I letting you do this again?”

“Because I asked nicely,” says Steve, tilting his head and then dipping his paintbrush back into the red on his palette.

“Right, because shoving me onto the floor without a word was so nice,” says Bucky, scoffing. He looks back over his shoulder at Steve and Steve glares at him.

“You’ll see when I’m done, you jerk, stop tryna peek,” says Steve, shifting between Bucky’s legs and setting aside his tools. “I’ll be right back. Don’t move!” He lightly smacks Bucky’s thigh when Bucky tries to roll onto his side. “It’s not dry yet.”

Bucky groans and settles on his belly again, eyes falling closed as Steve’s footsteps grow distant. Steve’s feet brush against his leg hairs when Steve returns and then there’s the telltale shutter click of Steve’s mobile camera. He peels one eye open and Steve reaches down for him, grinning.

“The lighting is better by the window,” says Steve, hefting Bucky up from the floor and then guiding Bucky to the other side of their living room. “Right here; perfect.”

“You sure?” asks Bucky, waiting for Steve’s nod and then striking a pose, gaze following the length of his outstretched metal arm, right arm flexed, hips cocked.

Steve sucks on his bottom lip and snaps a picture, taking a few more with each change of Bucky’s pose.

Groaning, Bucky stretches his arms over his head and then drops his hands on his hips, turning around to face Steve. “Did you get a good one?” he asks, approaching Steve and holding his hand out for Steve’s phone.

“This one’s my favorite,” says Steve, touching Bucky’s wrist when Bucky swipes to the third photo. He leaves Bucky to look at the rest of the pictures and squats to gather his brushes and palette.

“Nice work, Stevie,” says Bucky, handing back Steve’s phone and kissing Steve when Steve stands. “I’m gonna go wash my ass now.”

Steve chuckles and goes into the kitchen, dumping his things into the sink and letting the water run. He wakes his phone and is greeted by his favorite snap set as his home screen, Bucky’s wrists draped loosely over one another at the crown of Bucky’s head, body twisted in perfect contrapposto, lighting showcasing the shield and wings painted crisply on Bucky’s shapely ass.

[alternatively, he tries to paint on Bucky’s butt, but it doesn’t work out so well because of the fuzz ԅ(≖‿≖ԅ)]

(on ao3)