For @the-ss-horniest-book-club Home For The Holidays - Day Twenty Two - Secret Santa ...with this sweet Drunk Drabbles prompt from @sergeant-bonky

"You are Bucky's Secret Santa!"

Staring at the email in shock, you whined and dropped your head on the desk. Of course you had to be Secret Santa for your secret crush - the one you could barely speak around, the one you were tripping on your own feet in front of, the one you had to bite your tongue around before shouting "take me, I'm yours!"

Now to come up with a gift idea and try not to mess this up.

Bucky looked at your name staring back at him from the email.

Secret Santa. For you. The girl who was always stumbling in her hurry to get away from him.

"She hates me."

"She's in love with you."

"What the hell are you talking about?" Bucky snapped at Sam. "She's never said a word to me."

"Have you ever said a word to her?"

"Well," Bucky shrugs his shoulders. It was hard to open up to people anyway, but to someone who was always rushing to get away it was impossible.

"Sam's right," Steve spoke up without looking away from the report he was reading. "She's always a little awkward but she can manage around everyone but you. She's always watching you when you're not looking."

"She has heart eyes for you," Sam teased, and Bucky moved to punch him in the arm but Sam dodged expertly. The chime of the elevator drew their attention away, and you stepped out, arms full of reports. "Pay attention, and you'll see," Sam whispered.

You stepped out of the elevator and beelined for Steve. "Captain Rogers? I have the rest of the reports you asked for. Oh hi, Sam!" You smiled as Sam stepped into your sightline but then you walked in further and saw....

"Oh hey hi um," you bumped into the table, reports spilling across the glass top. "Uh, bye!"

The three men watched you race to the elevator, and Sam and Steve turned to face Bucky when the doors closed.

"Do us all a favor," Steve started straightening up the papers scattered across the table, "and talk to her."

Bucky smiled.

Tiptoeing down the hallway to Bucky's room with his gift clutched in your hand, your heart thudding against your ribcage and holding your breath, you were counting the seconds until this was over. Just leave it by his door, and he'll never know it was you.

Of course as soon as you were in front of his door, it flew open and there stood Bucky with a knife in his hand. You froze, eyes wide. "I'm your Secret Santa!" You blurted out without thinking, and shoved the present toward him.

Bucky stood still for a moment, processing the look in your eyes and your words before he laughed quietly, "I don't think you're supposed to just blurt it out like that, and it's not a good idea to try and sneak up on a trained assassin, doll."

Your face relaxed into a little smile. "I'm sure you've noticed that when it comes to you I'm a walking disaster." Holding out the gift for him again, you started to back away when he took it until his voice stopped you.

"Stay," his finger slid under the corner of the wrapping. "Let me open it and say thank you." Inside he found a knife - one you had overheard him talking to Sam about. "This is too much."

"Well, you weren't supposed to know it was me," you shuffled on your feet, shrugging your shoulders. "I wanted to get you something you really wanted."

"Don't go away," Bucky started to back into his room, looking at you with a soft, shy expression you hadn't seen before. "Okay?"

"Okay," you nodded, taking a step closer.

He smiled at you, and hurried back into his room, returning a moment later with a long-stemmed rose. "Now I don't have to figure out how to give this to you."

You took the rose with shaking hands, and read the card attached.

Dinner with your Secret Santa?

You looked up into Bucky's eyes, shining with uncertainty, and your heart was racing for a different reason now.

"Yes."

OMG THIS IS SO ADORABLE 😍 he asked her to dinner 😭 would it be selfish of me to want a part 2 to see how these two do at dinner? 🙈

Go the F*ck to Sleep!

Pairing: Bucky x reader (dad and hubby Bucky AU)

Word Count: 855

Summary: You and Bucky have been waiting all day for some alone time. 

Author’s Note: This is for the HBC’s @the-ss-horniest-book-club​ Home for the Holidays Celebration and day 24: Christmas Eve. I combined it with this lovely prompt from @sergeant-bonky​ You all know how much I love writing dad!bucky! Hope you enjoy and I hope everyone has a lovely Christmas Eve and day no matter what you celebrate! Thank you all SO MUCH for reading! Much love always! ❤❤❤

Warnings: soft, fun fluff, lots of love, some spice :) 

HBC Home for the Holidays Masterlist

“How much longer baby girl?” Bucky asks, his warm breath tickling your neck as he trails kisses down your soft skin. You tilt your head back and close your eyes, surrendering to his touch. “At least another hour and a half,” you moan as his lips connect with your pulse point. Bucky smiles against your skin when Steve and Sam fly by in a whirl of screams, nearly knocking you both over.

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Oh yes yes yes! Go the fuck to sleep kids so your dad and I can have our adult time hehehe I love it and the title is amazing 😂❤️

My current favourite tiktok trend is the one where people wrap presents to look like something they're not and some people get ridiculous with it

Like:

✨The dedication ✨

This wins.

I am living for this 🤣🤣🤣

#chrisevans #scottevans

u know what, even if my writing isnt the BEST, i still made it all on my own. like there was a blank word doc and i filled it up with my own words, my own story. i took what was in my head and i made it a real thing. idk i feel like that alone is something to be proud of.

Bucky Barnes in Captain America: Civil War (2016)

req’d by @solaredrisen

feel free to use this one for banner purposes lads

@eurynome827 for someone we know 😆

In case you’re having a bad day,here,have Tom blowing you kisses :3

(I don’t own the gifs; I only found them on the internet. Credit goes to their rightful owners/makers)

Can’t believe im adult now. Sometimes I feel like a teletubbie with a credit card.

Chris Evans by Mark Segal for Esquire Magazine, 2017.

Epilogue

All I Want Masterlist (9/9) in my bio

Professor! Rogers x Reader

Summary- A small snap shot into the lives of Professor Rogers and his favorite ex-student a year and half down the road. 

Warnings- Explicit smut, D/s leanings, spanking, orgasm denial

Word Count- 2.7k

Author’s Note- I can’t believe this is finally done. Thank you to everyone who has joined me on this little journey. It’s been a fun little experiment writing more of a slow burn than just smutty smut smut. I’ve enjoyed writing this story and seeing all of your reactions. Y’all are the best.

Sitting at the vanity in your hotel room, the rooftops of Paris just outside your window, you stared at the reflection adding a few touches to your makeup. Lipstick would have to wait.

A small circle of light danced across your face. Raising your hand, you stopped to admire the rings on your fourth finger. A brilliant and dazzling reminder of who you were now. 

Your thoughts wandered to the day you and Steve had quietly married in the presence of a few friends in the house you now called home. The marriage had come as a surprise to everyone. Your mother fumed that she had not been invited to attend such an important event. Her pride only to be soothed by Steve taking all the blame for the haste and privacy. Your father and his wife, while miffed at not being present, had graciously extended invitations to the next several holidays, all politely declined. You had a new family. One that welcomed you with open arms from the moment he had taken you the Avenger’s Compound to meet them.

The last year and a half had been a crazy whirlwind of travel and experiences you never thought would be yours to have. After a short honeymoon, Steve promised you the world. And he delivered as soon as his book was published and a jet-set globe-trotting book tour was set. 

In every location, he indulged you making you try the local foods and experience everything that particular city had to offer. In the past few months, you had seen more, done more, and learned more than you had in all your years combined. And you had done it all with him. 

You’d never felt more important or loved than in the last 18 months. As much as he had taken care of you, you had come to learn ways of taking care of him too. Being the only one to be able to give him what he needed gave you a sense of power you had never felt. You loved knowing you were the only one who had ever known Steve in this way. For once, you were special. 

The lock on the door buzzed as it turned with a decided click. Your breath hitched and your thighs pressed together. You’d thought of this moment all day.

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Super Happy Fun Time “Mother ” Squirrel

At this point I’m not even looking forward to going out in public without a mask. Regardless of what happens, I think I will be wearing a mask in crowded indoor places for a long, long time.

I AM looking forward to wearing a cute, aesthetically appealing mask that is moderately less effective, instead of layering multiple hideous masks carefully molded to my face, as I’ve been doing.

What great news to wake up to

R.I.P RAT... cuse me Pratt